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This is a story commission I've done for TastyWyrm

Link to chapter 1: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2088156

Description: After a far too intense self-pleasuring session, Khrynia succumbed to the inviting numbness of post-coital fatigue. When she comes to her senses, however, she realizes that the pleasure she experiences isn't the aftermath of her erotic dream. No, no, no! It belongs to a snout furred snout that is distinctly foreign, and it doesn't take her long to realize that the owners of the lair are back and seeking a way in to continue the debauchery she had started.

DISCLAIMER: Starting from now on, the story will lean into dubcon content. If you're not into this, then this story might not be for you! You have been properly warned and informed!

Khrynia(C) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tastywyrm/

***Heat's Folly Chapter 2***

Familiar, pleasure-filled sensations engulfed Khrynia. Soft, barely perceptible moans crept through her lips as she sluggishly turned from one side to the other in restless satisfaction.

It felt so good to be so lavishly tended! To have her haunches parted, her lips spread, her fever-struck vent suckled with such intense enthusiasm.

The coldness of the cave no longer bothered her.

Only, she was no longer in that cave. Their cave.

Green surrounded her all around. Intense sunlight creeping through the scarce canopies lapped at her eyes, urging the tears of pleasure welled within them to finally run free down her cheeks.

“Ohhhh hhheavens, what are you…grrrrhhhh!" A strong, guttural moan rushed from the depths of her body as her tongue curled over the top of her muzzle.

Awestruck by the welling sensations threatening to burst from within the depths of her body, the dragoness' eyelids fluttered in a failed attempt to recollect herself. Her gaze couldn't properly focus, and her attention felt as feeble as her grip on her stoking climax.

Khrynia's eyes rolled into the back of her skull as her head pinned back, forepaws joining together in kneading one another.

“Keep at it," she mouthed, uncaring of whoever worshipped her musky mound. “You're…ahhh…you're… doing great."

She did not remember getting here, nor did it matter. Her body had a great and insatiable need trapped within it, and the male attending it feasted on the surface of her sex, pleasuring her in a sluggish rhythm intent on drawing out the pinnacle of her pleasure.

He did not intrude into her vent. Simple yet effective licks and kisses along the length of her crevice made up his technique, all so that she would undoubtedly beg for it when her wits completely shattered.

“Mhhhmmmm!" her spine arched in a sudden and dramatic motion as that wet, slick warmth probed inside her pink, shuddering lips for a fuller taste of her potent fragrance.

“Khrrrr…you…spoil me…"

Her head spinning from pleasure and curiosity alike, Khrynia looked down between her legs to spot the brown and red-dotted crest feathers of Lanuron. His eyes lay closed when caught within the trance of her swampy odor. At first, she found that offensive, yet his explanation captivated her. The more he stifled the rest of his senses, the more he maximize his enjoyment of her particular pungency.

This quirky truth alone had been sufficient in reigniting her passion for lengthy licks sessions, as she had often found them a bit sluggish for her strong appetite.

Then there was the matter of her scent.

She smelled surprisingly strong today; so strong that her lips creased with a lusty snarl triggered by the potent pheromones wafting all around. The nagging instinct to apologize for not tending to her vent bothered her now and again, but it never inched further down her tongue as deeper and more prominent exploration followed.

Lanuron thrived on her specific flavor. His careful toes parted her delicate folds so that his snout could glue to her vent to breathe in the wafts of musty scents lingering within her.

His growl was so loud—so feral—that her gut lurched in anticipation of orgasm. Skies above, but did he arouse her!

“L—Lanuron, you—" panic seized her upon noticing the state of his cock. She tried to warn him between weak, lust-filled moans, but to no avail. His cock continued to throb and lurch with the telltale signs of orgasm as the male audibly inhaled deep breaths laden with pungent pheromones, his moans getting ever sharper.

Not outside! Not over her!

She—she wanted him to cum inside her; to feel his bottled warmth explode into the core of her being.

“Rrrhhh…" Lanuron's head retreated a few inches just as Khrynia's heart stopped in lust-filled desperation to kick him off her. Eyelids gave way to the blurry green of his gaze, as wet as the glossy sheen coating her vulva.

“Your smell…it is particularly strong today." His tongue wriggled its way into her depths to draw out viscous webs of accumulated heat. Khrynia's toes curled to brace against her incoming orgasm, her whimpers of dire need an accurate depiction of just how close she was.

Watching Lanuron slurp and swallow her stale fluids stimulated her just as much as his physical affection, if not more.

“Ever a wild dragon."

Immense longing filled her when his nostrils next alighted on her vent to caress her mound. Feelings that she had tried to suppress clawed their way to the surface of her mind, begging to be loosened.

“I…love you, Lanuron" she mouthed over the wet licks and slurps teasing her to the end of her wits. “You can…you should cum inside me…"

He did not hear her, of course. Too soft, too weak were her words compared to pleasure's hold. Try as she might to take charge and make her desires into reality as she had done during their first meeting, Khrynia's body refused to budge. How painfully ironic, that she now fought for the very thing that had separated them last time, when he mounted her in spite of the great risk of his seed finding purchase.

Enough time had passed since then, rife with many a lonely night that had opened her heart to what Lanuron offered. She was ready; so ready to finally accept a dragon into her body and at her side.

It had to be Lanuron!

Prickling excitement and heart-fluttering agony bubbled within her as she helplessly watched Lanuron devour her vent.

“Grrrawwwhhhh!" Khrynia's paws draped over her eyes as her mate traded the upper parts of her vent for the far more sensitive insides spreading further below, his tongue's assault too intense for her mind to bear. As her pleasure rose, so did his. The sight of his cock, erect and twitching, reminded her of just how painfully receptive he was to her taste.

Enough to shoot his seed without even entering her!

She tried to voice out a plea to get him to stop, but only moans and whines came out. Her tail attempted to deliver on what her voice couldn't, but Lanuron refused to allow himself to be dragged from his prize. That musical whine of his, both plaintive and needy, aroused her so intensely she broke loose and splattered her most erotic fluids right into his mouth and nostrils.

"I…I think I'll…" he mumbled between snorts and hisses of intense delight. Ravaged by strong throbs, his cock began to lurch and swing, until…

Khrynia's roar merged with his as the young male found himself unable to hold back his bliss.

The intense sensations raging within her grew to unbearable levels upon witnessing Lanuron's bursting passion. Gooey warmth shot and splattered over her belly and thighs, thick and briny-scented. A second, far stronger orgasm rippled through her, drawing a roar so deep, so primal from the depths of her being that her entire world came apart.

Khrynia awoke.

No meadow. No green. No sun to greet her groggy eyes and no Lanuron to chide for his lack of self-control.

Her heart sank into that sunless sea of loneliness, its cold kept at bay solely by the paralyzing pleasure still fettering her to the floor.

“Oh—ohhhh…" her thighs parted in instinctive surrender, the memory of her vivid dream keeping her enraptured in its erotic tenderness.

A low yet soft growl responded back.

Lanuron? Could it…could it be?

The snout that peered back at her, dark and furred, did not belong to Lanuron, and neither did the icy touch of that penetrating blue gaze.

Khrynia's stomach lurched in fear-laden revulsion. Who was—what was happening?!

"Do not be alarmed," a male voice murmured back to her, mellow and friendly. "Your vent…it stank up the whole cave."

Cave?

Yes.

She was back.

Back in their…in their …

Khrynia's heart froze. Panic shot through her spine, spreading its icy grip through limbs and wings and tail and neck. Her paws and ears refused to twitch. So intense did fear encase her that she barely comprehended what was happening.

The male took note of that. His paw rolled up and down her mound, stirring waves of warmth into her frigid being.

“This is quite the swollen pussy you have. Given the strength of your smell and the richness of your taste, I assume you are the sort of female who fancies being groomed by others."

Pussy.

She reviled that word! Gruff, sour-smelling humans used it to describe the haired cunts of their women, a disgusting habit born in a decaying world.

This male understood its use, but employed it on her nonetheless. He compared her to those—

“Aw—hhhhhh," Khrynia's mounting defiance melted under the caress of his tongue. His growl—that low, murmuring thrum—aroused her beyond her comprehension. She did not wish it, and yet, her body willingly surrendered to his touch.

“Can you—rrahhh—stop…"

He did not stop. He did not wish to stop.

Bereft of words and ambiguous in his intentions, the male's tongue worshipped her exposed flesh, dashing over its quivering shapes with practiced tenderness.

Still fighting through the daze, Khrynia blinked back the heavy wetness from her eyes. Her trembling legs attempted to shutter. Her body tried to twist to the side.

Whenever she attempted to interfere with the male's licks, all he had to do was slip into her, and her limbs immediately parted in blooming invitation.

Tortured by such sweet delights, Khrynia's faltering attention familiarized with her surroundings.

Cave walls, dark and foreboding, greeted her. A sea of pillows, blankets, quilts and spreads surrounded her every side, too many and too varied to belong to her.

Realization struck her. Her trespass—this must've been—

“Do not get up," he said as his forepaw pressed on her sensitive lips, swishing back and forth to roll her flesh between his pads.

“Arrrwwwwhhhh," Khrynia emitted a low, vulnerability-filled cry as her body reminded her of who was in control.

“Lie down. Enjoy yourself. It is why you remained here, yes? To have me slurp every tendril of your musky mucus."

“I…" Khrynia's tongue dashed over her lips as her anxiety flared up. “I don't…"

A quick glance at her lower belly revealed its tidy state. No slime. No remnants of her thicker honey from her potent release. Another smell, saltier than hers, permeated the air around them, one that bristled her hackles.

Seed.

Khrynia's gut twisted in a tight, painful knot. Her vision blurred from sheer shock with this realization, her pounding temples on the verge of bursting.

“Relax," the male urged upon noticing her alert breathing. “Nothing uncouth came to pass. What you smell is simply an accident."

That sinking feeling of dread subsided as quickly as it overtook her. She knew it to be right from the direction of the smell. Its crude odor sailed into her nostrils, drawing her attention not to her underbelly, but to a crumpled sheet of linen next to her right haunch, bundled in such a way that it would muffle its reek.

“You strike me as the sort of female who is accustomed to this level of power," the male's paws spread her open to prepare her for the drawn-out slip of his tongue deep into her clenching embrace. “The female who expects males to lose themselves from the first whiff of her musk."

Khrynia's muscles seized. Not in fright, but in outright elation as he felt that wriggly appendage slither its way deeper, deeper into her.

Panic all but vanished as her body squirmed amidst a cacophony of meowls and whines and moans. Her hind paws kicked at the air incessantly as her tail grabbed and hugged the male's neck, instinctively begging him to twist and swirl his tongue inside her. Her breaths quickened to match her heartbeats, yet no orgasm-inducing motion ensued.

A lazy and uneventful retreat followed. A thick, yellow-tinted coat of her far richer inner honey draped the male's tapered tongue, its heavy aroma triggering a salacious hiss from her in response to his even louder growl. The male slurped it down with great gusto, rumbling in utmost delight.

“Mmmm…you haven't been seeded in quite some time," he grumbled to himself while nuzzling her lips reverently. “No wonder you've been pushed to the brink."

Khrynia had no response to that. Disoriented and bewildered, she looked around for the opportunity of an escape, but only met the distant form of what seemed to be another dragon.

A blink was all it took for it to be gone. Only…it couldn't be. She knew what she saw!

“We are here to help guide you and satisfy your lofty cravings," the male drew her attention back by spreading her apart to peer inside her. “A dragoness in your state isn't fit to leave our den. I would be remiss to let you fly from our sanctuary and right into the embrace of one of our neighbors. Your pussy is perfect in its current state."

“Don't you trust him by now?" a distinctly feminine voice interjected, lighter and more charming than the former. “He could have filled you to the brim, but he didn't. What you smelled before is…"

A paw that was too far to belong to him pulled the cover of the folded sheet aside to reveal thick curdles of sharp-smelling seed bundled into a small puddle.

Khrynia's head shot back, snarling in lust-filled shock.

It reeked of virgin; of that spice specific to males who had yet to breed.

Khrynia's attention shifted from the outcome of the male's passions and over to this other dragon who appeared from behind Khrynia; from the one spot she couldn't observe given her position.

Of course. The female.

His sister.

“Do not hold him in ill regard," the same melodious and feminine voice continued. “He had never been inside a female, and you are smelling positively fierce. Better that he ejaculated where he did than inside your pussy, mrrm?"

This other dragon—a more imposing one, as evidenced by the rigid, brown toy jutting out from between her legs—strolled in front of Khrynia to flaunt the contraption she wore.

She wished Khrynia to see it. To understand its purpose. Though Khrynia had an inkling of it, her frazzled state required more than a moment to piece together the situation. Permeating fear kept her from glancing at their face—and into their eyes—for more than a fleeting moment.

Damnation…she really shouldn't have fallen asleep in their lair and get cornered so easily. Whelps they might have been, but no dragon she had ever known had succeeded in winning a brawl when starting on their back.

These two wouldn't simply let her walk away. Khrynia had pieced together this much, given how this female flaunted her human-appropriated lexicon and contraption both. The sight of it puzzled her at first. After all, what need had she of that harness necessary to cover her femininity with that fake phallus, carved and polished to a fine sheen?

But then, she realized the why.

Strength.

It all came down to the basic principle of who was on top, and who was on the bottom. This female wished to make her stance clear at first sight.

Before Khrynia had the chance react or muster her strength to do something—anything— the two strangers moved in unison with predatory grace. The male leaned forward to hold her front half down with his weight and strength. His muzzle glided forward, shapely and beautiful, revealing just the slightest hint of fangs.

“Now now, we prefer you the way you are, comfortable and stretched inside our bed. Given that you invited yourself into our home, it is only proper that we get better acquainted with one another. No need for hasty decisions that can so easily be misinterpreted, mrrm?"

The female, an identical coloring to her brother, move around the two, her amber eyes warmer yet somehow more sinister than those of the male.

“We are in no hurry to see you out," the female continued her brother's line of thought as she strolled around the pair. “What a spectacular finding you turned out to be! My brother—he is quite impetuous, as you are going to find out. Much as I cherish his company, our bond doesn't allow us to fully indulge in the usual frolic between male and female. The mere notion of pregnancy…"

Her dramatic groan unsettled Khrynia's stomach.

“That is not me. Never me. But you…" the female's head inched closer to peer at Khrynia's vent, forcing the latter to instinctively drape a haunch over it. “Don't reject it as outright as I do."

“Oh, I do," Khrynia's courage flared, bolstered by the topic at hand. “Otherwise I wouldn't find myself in the delightful presence of your company."

Chuckle intertwined with the sister's sharper giggle as the two set their eyes on their plaything.

“Had quite the lovely time in this bed, didn't you?" The female took the lead by signaling her brother to lean further to the side, all so that she could tower over Khrynia. “And with my favorite toy nonetheless…"

Her less-than-gracious host padded over to the object in question. Khrynia's musky drool had yet to fully harden on it due to its thickness and copious amounts. Though the shame of it made Khrynia's heart leap in her breast, the female met that realization with a delight-filled hum.

“I don't mind it, of course," she proved that by sullying her forepaw with mucous gobs of Khrynia's female fluids. “How else are we supposed to experience proper release? Certainly not at the side of a male! They don't much care for our pleasure, do they? So long as they receive theirs…"

After wiping her paw on one of the sheets, the sister made her way back to Khrynia. Her feathery wings and star-sprinkled crest gave her an air of command that amplified the mauve dragoness' discomfort with this situation.

“Don't pay her no mind," the male whispered into her ear shortly before his snout angled towards her hind paws. Khrynia flinched upon contact with his snout, hissing in embarrassment at how frigid and uncomfortable her pads turned.

“She's always like this."

His eyebrows arched in a confused frown at how Khrynia's hind paws kept avoiding his darting snout.

“Stop it."

Khrynia's breath cut, as did her movements. Then, a sharp gasp as a ribbon of warmth trailed over her icy toes.

“Much better, isn't it?"

A drawn-out, shuddering breath rolled out of Khrynia's muzzle as the male's forelegs locked around her haunch to keep her paw in place while his tongue lavished it with licks.

“One of the few things males are good at: licking and obeying."

Her snout sailed into the fluff flanking her brother's cheek. She whispered something to him, then craned her neck to reach Khrynia's other hind paw.

Her lips curled, prompting Khrynia to pull back both of her feet and bundle them together in growing discomfort with this gnawing uncertainty.

“Mmm, you shouldn't have stopped. He quite enjoys that."

“It's certainly pleasurable," Khrynia tried to hold the female's gaze this time around. “But I'm well aware they aren't to every dragon's taste."

“Mmmm…how mistaken you are," the female's purr carried a sinister note to it. “What perplexes me is how loaded with fear you are. Quite the unattractive scent to permeate those otherwise lovely pads of yours."

Khrynia couldn't stop staring at her member; at how neatly she managed to fasten the straps of leather so that its base, a leather-padded sheet of thin metal, rested comfortably against her vent.

Of course she took note of that.

“Captivating, isn't it?" The midnight-colored dragoness rose onto her fours so that the member jiggled playfully under the shake of her hips. “You have discovered their effectiveness yourself. That consistent hardness, their versatility…"

Khrynia attempted to instinctively rise and back away from the encroaching form of the female, but her brother's insistent claws educated her on that matter.

“Comes as no surprise that our lair positively reeked of your swampy odor. Not that we mind, to be certain!" She flicked one of her elegant, feathered wings. “Exploring wild dragons in their natural environment has ever been an idle curiosity of ours. Quite a boon that one landed right inside our lair, and at the peak of her season nonetheless! My brother never stood a chance, did he?"

The male's confident demeanor did not even flinch. Had she approached him on different ground, at a different time, Khrynia would have taken him into herself without even waiting to get properly wet.

“Ah yes, my episode of inexorable excitement," he rumbled with charming content. “I only have my sister to blame for that. She's never been one to let me explore her fully."

“And why would I?" She turned to her brother. “Some pleasures are better sampled inside a wild dragon. That is what they do, don't they? Breeding at first sight."

That immediately piqued the male's interest.

“Is that what you do?" He sluggishly pushed his frame up to trail over Khrynia's exposed form. Every brush against the mauve curls embellishing her chest made her flinch and tense in nervousness-filled response. “Or are we misguided?"

Khrynia's heart raced. Her breaths heightened under the confusing blend of fear and instinct-driven arousal pumping through her veins. The male's heated breath caressed the delicate curls of fur safeguarding her throat, a bit too close for comfort yet inexplicably exciting. Part of her still treated this as a game.

After all, civilized dragons were known to be quirky.

The female's gaze, however, lacked the whimsy present in her brother. Her pupils had that focused sharpness present in a predator studying its prey, pinning Khrynia's ears back.

“We aren't going to need those," the male nuzzled at the pads of her forepaw to point her poking claws away. “Nervousness is a natural reaction, but it is quite unneeded here. Have we ever harmed our own, sister?"

“Mrrr…why would we?" she purred, approaching one of Khrynia's hind paws to press her muzzle against her cold, nervous pads. “Has she given us cause to retaliate in such a drastic way? Of course not…" Her tongue flicked over Khrynia's pads, each stroke broad and insistent.

Khrynia wished to retreat at first, but unlike her brother, the female's grip was strong and uncompromising.

“We wish but to extend our hospitality to you. Far better to do this proper than to shiver in uncertainty. Look at the state of your pads!" the sister nuzzled at Khrynia's toes for emphasis. “All icy and dreary!"

“I am certain she'll warm up to us." the male peered back at his sister whose agile tongue rolled over Khrynia's instinctively groping toes. “All it takes is the proper touch in the correct spot for trust to bloom. You may not know this, but my sister relishes a tongue over her pads far more than you do. Since our time as hatchlings did she shove those little beans into my nostrils, eager to get them warmed up."

“Mmm, warmed up is a fitting way to put it," she pitched in prior to moving over to Khrynia's other hind paw. “It was during adulthood that I discovered just how stimulating proper attention given to my paws can be. I moistened between the legs so severely that my brother had no choice but to lap away my drool. That's when he tasted his first and only female."

“Not quite accurate, but close," he whispered to Khrynia as he inched closer, and closer, until their snouts almost touched.

Khrynia turned away from him, a gesture that the male met with a lighthearted scoff.

“You are, indeed, too good for me."

With that, he lifted his torso off Khrynia, one forepaw bearing his weight while the other remained pressed against her chest.

“Do not get up quite yet. We prefer to make proper acquaintance before we leave you to roam around."

“Not like she hasn't seen it all already," came a contradiction from behind, one that he dismissed with an impassive flick of his tail.

Khrynia couldn't help but groan at their antics. Mind games and platitudes. That was what they had in store for her. Not the fierce opposition that she anticipated at all!

Even so, the nagging panic that the male withheld the truth from her still permeated her breast. Her attention diverted to the pink poking from between the male's haunches, its light color contrasting with the darkness of his coat. No distinguishable female arousal clumped the fur surrounding his vent, and a careful sniff further added to the truth in the female's words.

He had not been inside Khrynia. Not even as little as an inch or two to wet the tip of his shaft.

“Oh, you wouldn't want that," the sister leaned her muzzle into Khrynia's paw to tug at her awareness. “He's very quick to loosen his seed when stirred. One single dip inside you might be too much for him already!"

That seemingly teasy observation still managed to stir Khrynia's hackles. She blamed it on that final, more insistent lick dragging over her pads, yet deep down, Khrynia knew the truth to be different.

Nonetheless, the chance to voice her protest never came to pass. As soon as the female's tongue retreated into her mouth, she trudged over to sit by Khrynia's head, the blue sheen of her dark coat mesmerizing.

“Males aren't meant to ejaculate inside mouths, paws, pillows. You understand that, don't you?"

Her breath caught at that implication. Freezing dread trickled its way through every vein in her body, a sharp and biting realization of what the two actually tried to accomplish here.

Only…it couldn't be. The male—he had already climaxed. Khrynia saw it. Smelled it! They wasted their best shot to punish her in that way. It just…it didn't make sense!

Khrynia betted against that by nodding her head weakly.

“See?" The sister curled her neck to glare at her brother. “She empathizes with your plight. Was she not in heat, she would have taken the risk."

A plaintive whine left the male at the sound of such lofty offering, one that spurred fiery arousal within Khrynia. Her nether muscles shuddered in longing for that to happen, uncaring of the results.

“Wouldn't you?"

That single dab of the female's snout against her forepaw startled Khrynia back to the present.

“Yes," the word simply rushed out of her mouth. Silence followed as the two siblings shared what seemed to be a conceited glance.

Khrynia swallowed down the lump formed in her throat. Her wings twitched, itching to carry her away from this place; to save her from this increasing feeling of entrapment.

“Do not grow alarmed, my dear…whoever you are," the female leaned in to touch her brow against Khrynia's skittish one. “Unwanted and uninvited you might be, but you are our guest nonetheless. Wouldn't it help if we all got acquainted with one another? Isn't that part of the wild dragon formalities, after all?"

“Khrynia." The word felt as heavy on the tongue as it did in her gut.

She hated sharing her name with strangers.

“Mmmm, Khrynia," the female said as she padded her way over to her brother to gain a fuller view of Khrynia's entire form. “A name as ravishing as you are. The colors of your wings are most pleasing, as are the dashing stripes giving nuance to that soft hyacinth of your fur. A pity that my brother only has eyes for your pussy. Then again, expecting more from males is an exercise in futility."

A glint of vulnerability flashed in the male's eyes, his passive expression softening a bit. "I have never experienced a female's heat before. Forgive me for being so completely overwhelmed by it."

He reached out once again to lick her down there, but Khrynia's paws blocked his attempt this time around.

“Patience heightens the pleasure, doesn't it?"

“Mmmm," his sister's hum of excitement perked Khrynia's ears. She recognized the notes in that sound.

And they sounded a bit too jovial for comfort.

“Mind your manners, brother," she fit herself between him and Khrynia. “We females prefer to take our time. Don't we, Khrynia?"

Left with no choice by her persistent stare, Khrynia eased her paw against her snout. A low moan hung in the air as that long, skilled tongue engulfed her frigid pads, wrapping her kneading toes in a cocoon of blessed warmth.

"I do hope trust can spark between us, Khrynia," she noted between the briefer and swifter licks over the length of Khrynia's paw, the corners of her mouth curled into a slight grin. "It must be quite unnerving to wake up the way you did, with my brother's snout glued to your vent. But isn't pleasure that kept you here? Isn't repeated release the goal of any female going through your bothersome condition?"

The male picked up where his sister left off by lending his tongue to Khrynia's other hind paw, "It is highly contradictory, isn't it? For someone who made herself so comfortable in our home to have such cold and clammy pads. Nervousness is not what I expected to sniff and lick off those gentle pads of yours, Khrynia."

They both pulled back at the same time, their reaction forcing Khrynia's paws back. They hugged one another, just like she hugged her chest in anticipation of a potential attack.

Nothing of the sort came.

Only their concerned growls and softening gazes.

“She's so nervous, the poor thing," the female cooed over her brother's dissaproving groan.

“A stark contrast to the image we formed of her. Not at all the bold female who mated herself silly with your toy. I much preferred that taste over the salty tang of her pads. I expect them to be warm and arousing, but they are—"

“Frigid and disappointing," his sister added, followed by a heavy and unnerving groan. “Not the daring and proactive companion we hoped for, is she?"

“Don't be like that," the male slipped between her and Khrynia to shield the latter from the female's glacial gaze. “We haven't even named ourselves."

With that said, the male bowed his head in a respectful gesture before Khrynia. “I am Nystor, Khrynia. And the grumpy one is Nystarra. Her words do carry a bit now and again, but that is simply because of a penchant for the dramatic."

“And what is more dramatic than your situation, Khrynia?"

Her heart jumped into her throat when Nystor moved away, all so that Nystarra could make her approach and loom above her. She had precious several seconds to scramble to her limbs and bolt out of their lair, but the strangeness of this encounter left Khrynia frozen in panic and indecision.

“You are aware of the ways of the wild dragons; of their stance on such trespass. You have consciously inserted yourself into our home, and into our relationship. The least you can do is help quench Nystor's nagging curiosities with how a female in heat smells, and tastes, and feels."

Nystara's enchanting purr proved to be far too distracting to Khrynia. Trepidation held her in place, but it was her heat that had Khrynia practically convinced that the two simply wished to toy with her.

Nystarra fitted her hind legs between Khrynia's, all so that her rigid toy could tease and roll over her soaked vaginal lips. “You will be properly attended. That, I can guarantee. Do not struggle. Do not fight it. Pleasure is, after all, a most natural reaction that your body craves for."

“Khh….khhhhrrhhhh," Khrynia attempted to fight through the swishing and squelching happening between her legs, eyes blurry with building pleasure. Nystarra had it right; her body registered it with the same ardor and intensity as if it was her tail maneuvering the toy. Her lips, her tunnel—it cared not for who was the bearer, so long as her squeezing flesh had something to grip.

“I…I don't…" Khrynia managed to murmur. Instead of meeting Nystarra with a hiss, Khrynia's tongue curled over her muzzle as the sinking toy drew a more guttural response from her.

“Yes, you do," Nystarra buried that meaning deep into Khrynia's soul and body with a resolute push of her hips. “And you are not leaving here until we are satisfied with your performance."

All Khrynia could do was loosen a pleasure-filled wail. All of her limbs jerked in their sockets, shaken by a far too intense jolt of paralyzing bliss.

“You are ours, Khrynia," the female's snout loomed within reach of her fangs. It was so close, Khrynia had but dart her head forward and seize her throat. That would show her who truly controlled who!

But she didn't. She couldn't. Not while Nystarra gyrated the toy inside her.

“Aww—ghawwh!"

“Yessss, that's it. There you are. Your true self," Nystarra cooed.

In spite of Khrynia's inability to act, Nystarra's forepaws crashed down on her stomach to hold her in place.

“Brace yourself, Khrynia. You will get exactly what you deserve."

Her next move rendered Khrynia completely powerless, for instead of a mighty defiant roar, a cry of intense pleasure burst forth, dwarfing the squelching of repeatedly pounded flesh.

Nystarra's hips lurched forward with purposeful strokes, thrusting in and out of Khrynia at a moderate pace that had the mauve dragoness seize and writhe, enraptured by the carnal delight swimming through her.

“Grrr…grawwrrhhhhh!" She tried to plead, but Nystarra adjusted her rhythm to stronger and fuller thrusts meant to rob Khrynia of the little sanity she still clung onto. The sudden invasion robbed Khrynia of breath, only for the subsequent retreat to allow a sharp inhale, filled with shock and begrudging pleasure.

“This is what you're here for," Nystarra's salacious tongue rolled over her muzzle as she glanced at the bubbling mess of Khrynia's dislodged fluids. “Do not dare reason otherwise."

“Nhawwwww!"

This next push into her body proved to be too much to bear.

Khrynia's eyes gaped. Her legs began kicking frantically, the powerful tremors rocking her inner walls stirring overpowering pleasure with their insistent squeezes.

With naught but a yelp, Khrynia burst. Her fluids hissed out of her, splattering over Nystarra's belly in thin, gooey strings as the bulk of the toy blocked the brunt of her release.

“Oh, my dear…" Nystarra's hardness retreated, all so that the dragoness could spread Khrynia's throbbing vent open and peer inside its clamping depths. “Swamp is a highly suitable way to describe your pussy, marinating in that acrid wild dragon reek of yours."

Drowsy as she was, Khrynia still observed Nystor's agitated fretting. His cock lurched, wracked by goading spasms. No matter how hard he tried not to look inside, he couldn't avert his gaze.

The moment it happened, his demeanor completely shifted.

Like Nystarra before him, the agitated male stepped over Khrynia.

Not from the rear, for that portion was already occupied, but close to the front. So close, in fact, that Khrynia's nostrils stung from the strength of his virgin reek.

“Enough with this pretense," he glanced back at Nystarra who shrugged her wings in response. “It has gone on for long enough."

The revelation had no effect on Khrynia. She had known this from the moment Nystor's head greeted her from between her legs. She just—the licks overpowered her, just like Nystarra did just now.

“I agree," Khrynia hissed back at him—or better said, to his bobbing erection, for that was all she could see and smell from her current position. “How about you let me leave in peace and I refrain from snacking on that pungent shaft of yours?"

“Will you?" Nystor flinched in spite of his bravado. “Because you strike me as a female who understands diplomacy."

She did. That was why she greeted his encroaching member with a revolted hiss, weak as it was. Past Nystor's tail lounged Nystarra. Settled comfortably on her side, she idly stroked and groped at Khrynia's soggy vulva, teasing her receptive flesh with light pinches.

“She is a survivor," the brooding female called out. “Her posture says it all."

Nystor seized upon his sister's words to trudge further, until his tip almost bumped against Khrynia's nostrils.

"Here's the deal, Khrynia. My seed either ends up in your throat or in your belly."

“A fair proposition," Nystarra's grim tone broached no argument. “The taste of virgin cock is only noticeable at first, but you get used to it."

The gravity of her situation unsettled Khrynia, but it did not undo her.

This was happening. With or without her consent, they would extract retribution for the violation of their home. The question was how far they would go, or at which point she should take her chances to make her escape.

Definitely not now. Far too soon, and with too little stakes stacked against her.

“Nrrrhhhh!" Khrynia's eyelids fluttered as Nystarra's toes began to work up and knead at her generous folds. Flames, but did she know her ways around a female's weaknesses! With her blood-engorged and highly receptive folds constantly rubbed, squeezed, and teased, Khrynia melted into a swishing puddle of mewls and whimpers. Her body squirmed and thrashed around, possessed by uncanny bliss so vital to her heat-addled mind.

“No no no, too soon," Nystarra cooed.

Sharp gasps fled Khrynia as soon as the pleasure-filled torment ceased. She panted for breath, tongue lolling out, her senses dazzled and bewildered by this conflicting situation.

“There is giving, and there is taking."

Nystor immediately seized the chance to take advantage of Khrynia's inviting muzzle.

His hindquarters inched forward at the sight of moist tongue, touching the spaded tip of his length to her tongue.

“Grrah!"

Khrynia's head immediately shot back, gagging from the strong and distinct taste of his unattended member.

Too late. Too slow.

The salty spice spread through the rest of her mouth. It wound its way down her throat with her instinctive swallow.

“You will learn to tolerate it." Nystor's rumble shook her to the cold reality of the challenge laid out in front of her.

To suck his musky, disgusting cock.

“Now, be a good female and take it in, unless you want me to sink in elsewhere."

“I'll…" Khrynia coughed in unexpected repulsion with this dreary situation. “Do it. It's just…so strong."

It wasn't even the aroma itself. Lanuron had smelled stronger, yet the piquant scent of his deep-seated loneliness aroused her to no end. She had barely restrained herself from pushing him past the edge in order to taste and swallow the thick onrush of his first release, far too eager to let him experience it inside her.

In the end, it tasted just as pungent off her lips as it would have in her mouth, had he exploded there.

But now…now, it was different. Whereas Lanuron's fretful indecision and endearing youthful uncertainties moistened her under the tail within minutes of meeting him, Nystor's conceited personality had the opposite effect. His cock carried not the stimulating aroma of self-imposed solitude, but the vile stench of sexually frustrated virgin who couldn't go one day without experiencing release.

His pungent aroma already sank into her nostrils, a smell laden with a raw desperation of never having been sheathed inside a female. It wasn't just the scent that twisted her stomach, but the desperate dabs of his cock against her mouth, eager to sink into it, that amplified her distaste with this lonely wretch.

“Then do it," the male's threatening hiss washed over her. “Unless you want my sister to make you do so."

The sensation of his elegant spade shuddering and rubbing along her lips disturbed her as much as it enraged her.

“Come on," Nystarra cooed as her pads once again shifted into option. “You know you want to."

Much as Khrynia wished to withstand this battering foolishness, Nystarra's gliding paw made sure to keep Khrynia shrouded in a perpetual state of ecstasy-induced numbness by caressing her folds in just the right ways.

The subtle whine of Nystor glided into her ears; his plea-filled urging to relent, to submit, all so that he could finally invade her mouth and body.

Khrynia sniffled and snorted against his barraging member, turning her head this way and that, only for his cock to find her wherever she sought her escape. Frustration gripped her just as tightly as pleasure did. Having never been captured before, the inability to act according to her whims became the tenet of her existence. The urge to flee, to escape the impending vulnerability, pounded within her breast and skull with deafening intensity, yet still she couldn't act.

“You will open your mouth, Khrynia," Nystarra's melodious purr taunted her as she made her way over to her overly sensitive middle yet again. “Willing or unwilling."

“Hrrr….awwwhhhh!"

Her jaws gave way, and as they did, Nystor's shaft worked its way inside her maw, musky and disgusting.

Khrynia choked; she spat and hissed, slamming her forepaws into his haunches, claws tearing through fur and flesh alike.

His cock didn't relent. It jerked forward, gaping her eyes. The barbed crown of his spade tickled the roof of her throat, triggering a mighty, disgust-filled gag that somehow forced him back.

Adrenaline surged through Khrynia. It numbed down pleasure's hold on her enough to give her the strength to shove Nystor back. Her hind legs shot forward at the same time, catching Nystarra straight in the chest, toppling her onto her side.

Sudden clarity overtook her. Freed from instinct's hold, Khrynia scrambled onto her limbs, buffeting Nystor with her left wing as he moved to trip her. An elegant leap over his second tripping forepaw saw Khrynia lunge out of the maze of sheets and pillows, all of her claws out and tense. She tore at the ground in sheer desperation to escape, yet the floor was treacherous. One too many obstacles rose in her way, her momentum too great to keep her balance steady.

She knocked into shelves, tables, pots and vases, her breaths sharp, her wingbeats desperate.

Yet she was too slow.

Searing pain seized her tail; fangs sinking into flesh. The agonizing tethering slowed her enough for a sudden weight to slam against her side, smashing her into the nearest wall.

Breath left her in an instant, along with a guttural groan.

“Not so fast, dear."

The words, light and feminine, echoed through Khrynia's whirling head. Her limbs, weak and uncoordinated, failed to find proper purchase. Her tail seared with pain, marked by Nystor's fangs.

As she lifted her gaze, the towering figures of the dark-furred twins loomed high above, one with a throbbing cock, the other with an eerily still one.

The latter moved in closer. Dragoness arousal drooled down from the toy, the strings coating it agitated by the recent scuffle.

“The night is young and far from over."

***End of chapter 2***

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