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Description: As a researcher of magical and geological anomalies, Saitrax's prime goal is to research and document episodes of notable upheaval within the world. One such incident has recently opened a gaping wound deep into the earth, uniting the surface to an underground realm the likes of which few had ever beheld. Emboldened by the prospect of being exploring an entirely different world, Saitrax ventures into the unknown with naught but her wit and magic.

Yet the underworld hides its own trials and secrets, as well as imposing creatures which require a feminine and diplomatic touch to sort out potential misunderstandings.

Characters belong to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/starhydra/

***A Study in Multi-Headed Passion Chapter 2***

There was an element of fascination interspersed with trepidation in embracing a hydra’s dominion over her body. Each of Voxatal's heads had a distinct personality, now united in their intent to take advantage of the opportunity presented to them. Two heads swooped down, biting lightly on the frames of her wings to immobilize her foremost advantage. Another two cradled the wrists of her forepaws within their maws, all so that the central head—the most intense of all—studied her closely.

“As you can see, we are quite adept in restricting the mobility of our quarry.”

Voxatal's powerful arms engulfed her torso, pushing with unexpected strength. The mossy bed cushioned her fall, but the incoming weight of Voxatal left no room for escape. His limbs, sturdy and unyielding, pinned her down, exposing her to the breaths of his many heads.

“Don’t worry.”

“We’ll be gentle.”

The two heads that just spoke worked in tandem in securing her forearms. His thick and surprisingly strong tail curled around hers, asserting dominance with its insistent squeeze. Two other heads—the same ones from before, given their particularly light grip—suppressed her wings, firm yet gentle.

Any other female would have yelped or whimpered in panic, but Saitrax moaned in curiosity-fueled bliss at being handled in such a methodical way by a highly creative creature. Every touch and every nuzzle stirred warm and prickly shudders through her hide, readying her for what was to come.

And it came fast!

A sharp gasp broke through Saitrax’s throat. The lips of her sex quivered under the light dab of his joined cocks as they slid over her exposed flesh to revel in its warmth. The dragoness’ eyes half-lidded under the chorus of delectable growls rippling all around her.

The central head, with its crimson orbs halfway veiled by the same intimate sensations she experienced, reached for her snout. She welcomed him in without hesitation, allowing their joint tongues to express what words might not be able to encapsulate.

Voxatal pressed in his dominance stance by slipping his tongue deeper into Saitrax, all while his member lingered on the surface of her sex.

"Surrender to me, Saitrax," he whispered upon withdrawing from the embrace of their tongue, his voice a tantalizing blend of threat and promise. "Give in, and every part of me will cherish you to the fullest. But if you resist..."

Pure ecstasy invaded her body. Saitrax’s back arched instinctively as her nether walls suddenly grew aflame with overwhelming sensation. Voxatal's entrance wasn’t sudden; it was measured, so that every inch of his thick girth sliding into her could be captured by her twitching and breathless body.

Her piercing roar bounced off the cavern’s walls. Bliss intertwined with the shock of being claimed so abruptly.

Yet it didn’t last long.

Relief swarmed the dragoness’ senses in unison with Voxatal’s withdrawal, his united member glistening with the fluids of her inner depths. His many eyes studied her, laden with arousal-filled curiosity. "What say you?"

Playful defiance tinted the dragoness’ words. Now that her breath recovered, so did her acumen.

"You overlooked something, dear Voxatal," she teased, allowing her golden eyes to slide down to her unrestrained hind paws. Before he could even process her words, one of her paws snaked forward to catch his trifurcated members between her toes. As the hydra’s body reeled in surprise, her other paw intervened so that their joint efforts forced Voxatal’s cocks apart.

With that momentary pause hanging in the air, both of her hind paws took control of one shaft to lavish with their kneading motions, insisting on the taut nubs lining the back of his spaded tips.

Voxatal’s multiple heads immediately relented their hold on her. Whines intermingled with huffs and growls of pleasure as the hydra’s composure crumbled.

Saitrax didn't waste the opportunity.

With the hydra stunned by her earlier ploy, she crawled her way under his belly, her bulk denying him the opportunity of simply dismounting her.

His many heads immediately questioned her logic, arguing among themselves as to what her plan could be.

“No, no, no, she can’t possibly try to hhhhrrrwwwwrrrr!”

The central head always growled the loudest.

“I could talk, but I have a suspicion you wouldn’t want me to.”

While the rest of the heads did not outright agree with her, their varied sounds of pleasure provided enough in the way of consent.

“Do not worry, Voxatal. I am quite proficient in the ways of pleasure.”

Each of his cocks looked the same, but she intended to leave none unattended.

Her agile tongue reached out to elegantly coil around one of the members to capture its wiggling form. Then, she drew it into the warm confines of her mouth, letting a warbling moan ripple in her throat once the bloated tip made it past her lips.

Voxatal tasted as he looked and behaved: grand and regal, a smooth blend of draconic masculinity and earthy traces like the underground that surrounded them.

Voxatal's entire body quaked. A noticeable shudder ran down the length of his serpentine form, his tail thrashing about over the cacophony of his multiple heads.

Quite the sensitive creature for a self-proclaimed paragon of wisdom.

Moving to the next, she repeated the act of guiding the pink, twitching meat into her maw, varying her technique just slightly. This time, she suckled more on his tip, thus stirring a real chorus of whines and wimpers above. By the time she got to the third, Voxatal’s limbs shook with the urge to thrust deeper into her throat, his many heads out of breath as they tried to adjust to such select pleasures.

Saitrax did not give up. Her tongue entrapped the nearest cock to pull it into her throat, letting her constricting muscles milk the most sensitive part of his member.

“Grrrawwwwrrrrh!”

Despite his size and strength, Voxatal collapsed on his side, each of his heads voicing their ecstasy in varying moans and growls.

“Mmm, that’s all it takes to bring down the mighty Voxatal? A little bit of cock sucking?”

Wearing a sultry smirk, Saitrax took advantage of the presented opportunity to impose her own will on this affection-starved creature.

Mounting the hydra, she took his central member, which she deemed the most suitable of the trio, into herself. The huffs and moans of pleasure from the five heads spiked her pleasure more than the physical stimulation itself. With every thrust of her hips that drove his cock deeper into her slickened depths, the vocalizations of the heads shifted tones raised in pitch, making her feel as if she truly lorded over this magnificent being.

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to be the one who surrenders?" she purred her challenge to the central head that could barely hold its tongue in its mouth due to how heavily he panted. "After all, I do have a certain knack for understanding a male's desires."

The hydra's response came in the form of uncoordinated growls, huffs, and whines, none of them lucid enough to attempt to mingle words. His other two cocks twitched and wiggled erratically. At first, they attempted to slide into her, but when that proved futile, they settled for the stimulation brought by rubbing against her lower belly whenever she pushed her hips against his middle cock.

The musky curtain of their combined desire permeated the air around them as Voxatal’s serpentine necks squirmed beneath her. Every kick of his paws and throbs of his member caused Saitrax to further impale herself on his central member, her slick walls embracing it with strong, pulsating grips. The remaining two shafts probed and dabbed against the outer folds of her entrance, eager for their turn within her warm confines.

"I do hope you're not the sort to finish prematurely." Her taunting eyes took in the twitching nature of his currently neglected cocks, the pent-up desire within them surfacing in the form of precum beads. This must’ve been quite the intimate-touch-starved creature, to produce such copious amounts of precum less than a minute into their rodeo.

Without giving him a warning, she transitioned to another of his eager members. The middle one flopped out of her, drenched in a coat of feminine fluids while its brother eagerly sank into her shuddering embrace.

The side heads, driven mad by lust, let out a string of trembling whines. Their companion handled the flowing stimulation differently, especially the central head that simply gritted his teeth while glaring at her with its smoldering gaze. The last two seemed to harbor fiery defiance. Their jaws snapped at her, enraged by how little it took to tame their three companions.

Saitrax chuckled at that picture of heterogeneous beauty.

"Oh, what was that?" She leaned closer to one of the defiant heads as she shifted her hips to accommodate the newest cock she'd chosen. "I'm afraid I missed it."

Feigned innocence dribbled from her voice, just like her juices trickled from the latest member excluded from the warmth of her nether flesh. As she pushed herself down to welcome the new invader into her depths, fight fled the protesting heads. They slumped in defeat, hugging onto their comrades, all five pairs of eyes squinting against the onslaught of intensifying sexual satisfaction.

It didn’t take long until the telltale signs of his incoming climax began to manifest. The heightened urgency in their cries, paired up with the harsher throbs, let on as much. His shafts pulsated with greater frequency, the remaining cocks wriggling desperately in failed attempts to venture inside her already occupied slit.

Voxatal's moans grew louder. His impending release seemed so close, yet Saitrax wasn't quite ready to allow that satisfaction. She needed more time; more of his delightfully desperate huffs.

More pleasure.

The central head's hiss was sharp enough to cut through anyone’s resolve, but Saitrax retained her position. "I am not a mere toy to be played and toyed with at your whims!"

Was that so? Well then…

Saitrax lifted herself off his central cock, shattering the hope plastered upon the four pleading heads thirsting for the ultimate release. She leaned in towards the irate central head to snarl her defiance back at him. "Tell me, Voxatal, when was the last time you met a female with my spirit?”

The hydra’s conflicting emotions with what just happened materialized within all five heads. Although the central one insisted on his approach, the others moaned and whined at one another in befuddlement.

She almost took pity on him, but then again, she did so love being in control of when a male attained his overwhelming bliss.

"Surely a creature as magnificent as yourself wouldn’t settle for the mundane. Or have I read you wrong?” Her question was genuine; an honest inquiry into the desires of the many-headed beast before her.

Without waiting for an answer, she extended her tongue to slide it over the central head's snout. It was a bold move. A provocative response to a tension-filled situation that could have elicited the wrong response. Voxatal's central eyes blinked in surprise, the earlier outburst overshadowed by creeping doubt.

“We do not take offense with your crude behavior, warranted as it is,” the central head attempted to explain even as his cocks rubbed against one another in an attempt to bring forth their orgasm. “But we do not appreciate being at anyone’s mercy.”

“Is it not my body that you seed?” her gaze wandered to each of Voxatal's heads in turn. Their expressions ranged from residual lust to cautious curiosity. “Should I not have the final say in when that happens?”

A confident smirk played on her lips as the next part of her ploy began to take shape. "Is a simple act of submission all you desire? A partner to merely bend at your beck and call?” The directness of her query elicited a ripple of murmurs among the heads.

Drawing a deep breath, Saitrax began to turn her body until her rear faced Voxatal. The gasps of the heads turned out to be so arousing she inadvertently squeezed out the dribble of arousal pooled up inside her. She reveled in the power her pheromones wielded over the creature, given the audible sniffs and huffs of the encroaching heads eager to sample her honey.

"Among your many heads,” she said without looking back, "is there not one that yearns for something different? Something more... adventurous?”

The only sound that pierced through the settling silence were the heavy breaths of the winding down hydra.

Then, something stirred. One of Voxatal's heads—not the central but a side one—moved slightly forward, its eyes heavy with intrigue. Without uttering a word, it approached Saitrax’s vent, its nostrils twitching in appreciation of this 'adventure' Saitrax alluded to.

A soft and playful chuckle escaped from Saitrax's throat as she watched another head make its approach. She could feel the warmth of their breaths on her vaginal lips, each exhale laden with desire begging to be brought to completion. A tongue extended, timid and teasing. To further embolden it, Saitrax leaned into it, resting her sex against the creature's snout.

“That’s more like it,” she cooed to the rest of the increasingly agitated heads. “Follow his example, and who knows what joys we will discover together?”

Saitrax reveled in her ability to captivate and enthrall the creature, even as she surrendered to the pleasures he offered herself. She did not even have to turn her head and glance back at them to understand what was happening. Every tongue was different in spite of their identical shape and thickness. The way they dabbed, tasted, or licked at her plump mound told her of each head’s approach and personality when it came to savoring their female. The collective allure of her pheromones drew at least three of them to her rear, rendering them malleable to her whims.

“Quite the crowd of snouts I seem to have gathered,” he mused, sliding her vaginal lips over scales, nostrils and tongues alike. The trio tending to her had a gentle approach, keeping to the surface of her sex, enjoying the warmth and texture of her slickened flesh.

“What about you?” With a swift movement, she looped her tail around the hydra's central head, drawing it against the sweltering flesh marking the entrance into her depths. The gesture was both an assertion of her control and a tantalizing promise of what was to come.

“Surely you think the same as the rest of you.”

He needed a bit more convincing, given how fiercely he wriggled free from her grasp. Nonetheless, he still licked his snout clean of her honey, jaws shuddering ever so slightly in thirst for more.

Voxatal's growls of frustration-filled need stoked the arousal coursing through her. She had him right where she wished him to be. Now, all she had to do was nudge him into the direction of her desire.

"It doesn’t seem like a fair game to me anymore, Voxatal. There is no guarantee that I will attain my climax, given how eager you are to get to yours."

Her statement was simple yet laden with meaning. She did not intend to reject, but to motivate.

“We do not understand your meaning, female.”

The hydra’s forepaw caught her thigh as he attempted to mount her.

All Saitrax had to do was step forward to deny him.

“Females do not need to climax.”

“And if they do, it is during the moment of their seeding.”

“I have spoken,” concluded the central head. He once again tried his luck at gripping her from behind, but just like before, the dragoness slipped free of his surprisingly gentle grasp.

“That may be true down in your realm, but up above, the needs and wants of both partners are to be considered.”

The last traces of her playful demeanor vanished as she stared him down with all the authority she could muster, her tone rigid and unyielding. "If climax is what you seek, then your many tongues have work to do. We will find our peak together or not at all."

The statement offended the central heads but intrigued the outer ones.

“We will not—” the central head began, frills and crest flared up in anger.

“Yes we will,” four of the other heads spoke at the same time. “Forgive our more direct side. He needs more time to adjust.”

Saitrax turned around, easing her head into the serpentine ones of the hydra. They nuzzled and licked her from all sides, tamed by the promise she gave them earlier.

“It is rare to meet someone who speaks their mind. Quite literally, in your case.”

Saitrax shifted her position, lying down on her side with all the grace and allure of a queen. The glint in her eyes signified her intentions. This was her domain now. She alone got to decide where things headed next.

“Now, will we get the chance to finalize our mutual exploration? Or does one of you have different thoughts in mind?”

With calculated precision, she looped her sinuous tail around three of Voxatal's heads as if binding them in a silent contract. Each had a role to play, one that she planned to reveal in just a bit.

“Come now, join me,” she patted the hydra’s bed with a forepaw. “How else am I to take your three cocks into my maw if you don’t lie down the way I do?”

Alertness flooded the creature, his cocks twitching eagerly. Voxatal did as was told, laying down on his side with his three impressive cocks facing her. A thrust of his hips attempted to drive them into her face, but Saitrax merely chuckled at his enthusiasm to get to the good parts.

“Not yet, my dear. As we say on the surface, ladies first.”

With the hydra’s three heads clutched by her tail, that left two others open to future possibilities.

“Show me the depths of your hunger," she whispered in a sultry manner to his most eager of heads, pulling it against the soaked flesh of her sex.

That head did not need another cue. It dived straight into its assigned duty with unmatched fervor. Squelching licks and feminine moans filled the cavern as Saitrax’ spine arched in raw, unbridled lust, her wings and crest frills shuddering as intensely as the inner walls of her sex.

He held nothing back from shoving his tongue inside of her, rolling it to collect her honey and feast on it with audible gusto. The other two heads caught by her tail attacked with licks of their own, attempting to slide their way into her or cleaning the juices off that first initiating head in order to satisfy their craving.

The second head she eyed, one with a more mellow demeanor, was given a more exploratory role. She purred her instructions to it.

"Feel, sniff, savor the warmth and smoothness of my flesh."

The head snarled and snapped at the previous one to do battle over her sex, but Saitrax’s tail tip calmed the first one.

“You will get another turn, but let everyone else have their share first, mrrm?”

The rest of Voxatal watched with sharp interest as that second head began rubbing and sliding its snout over the surface of her sex, its breaths deep and appreciative of the sharp scents wafting from within.

Saitrax watched Voxatal’s cock tips bloat with renewed lust while that one head worshipped her vent with its lavish touch and hungry whiffs, entranced by the heady aroma and silken touch of her flesh.

She had just the proper task for that central and most rebellious head.

With a swift movement, Saitrax pressed her paw firmly against it, squeezing its snout with her toes.

"Lick, and lick it well," she demanded. It was not a request, but an order, one that the remaining heads emphasized by curling their lips to display fangs at their rebellious counterpart.

Reluctantly, it complied, its tongue creeping between her toes with evident restraint.

The remaining two heads startled upon being confronted by her sharp gaze, ready to do whatever it took to experience their much-needed release.

"You two are quite insightful, so it pays to have you study what is happening closely. Learning to pleasure a female comes with great and surprising rewards."

She emphasized the seductive nature of her whisper by snaking her tongue out to trace the length of Voxatal's central cock. The watching heads trembled and gasped as their eyes dilated with anticipation.

As she pulled neared the end of his shaft and pulled it towards her waiting maw, the eager growls and purrs reached a higher note. Saitrax’s heart fluttered in anticipation of what was to come. Need-filled itches rippled through her nether folds, the tremors within her vent gaining amplitude the closer she got to this surreal moment.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Saitrax flashed the hydra a sly glare prior to guiding his central cock head into the enveloping warmth of her maw.

Reactions happened instantly. All heads abandoned their former tasks to roar, hiss, growl or gasp.

Weaklings…if that was what it took to tame Voxatal, the hydra had no idea what she was truly capable of.

With every inch of thick, pulsing cock she drew into her mouth, her focus narrowed down to its distinct taste. The huffs, the pants, the muted growls of pleasure faded away; mere background noise to this exquisite tasting experience. Slowly, sensually, she eased the tip into her throat and began to suckle on the rest of his length, the sounds of her enjoyment adding to the hydra’s increasingly wilder throbs.

“T—too much!” One of the quicker to express heads pleaded. The rest endured through the turmoil of oral pleasure, far too focused on the display taking place in front of them.

Saitrax loved the attention, more so when his two remaining cocks curled and wiggled across her face, lathering her in their musky juices. Eager to test the hydra’s endurance, she eased more of his cock further in. Her throat expanded accommodatingly, every muscle working in service of enriching Voxatal’s exquisite pleasure.

The sensation of the tight confines of her throat around his sensitive spade shook the hydra to his core. His entire form trembled, the central cock twitching and spasming within the wet, constricting depths of her throat. The sheer intensity of the moment threatened to consume him, his hind legs kicking with the same erratic motions as his wriggling cocks.

“Mmmm,” the dragoness hummed in delight while arching her sinuous neck back to ease out the central cock. “It would be rude of me to have favorites.”

With that, she shifted her attention from Voxatal's central shaft to the other two, ensuring that each received its due share of her skillful touch. She took her time in guiding them into her throat, savoring their specific aroma by wrapping her tongue around their thick frame. Every lick, every suckle, every push and pull into the depths of her maw drove Voxatal into a twitching frenzy, making him writhe in both anticipation and pleasure.

The spectacle of vocalizations intertwined with the varied motions of the heads provided its own rewards. All of them refrained from addressing her, afraid that their words might die on their lips.

He was quite close. She could feel that while teasing and tormenting him with her mouth.

Why then did she feel a subtle caress between her legs? Didn’t Voxatal wish to simply focus on riding these last euphoric waves?

Not that she minded his presence there. A snout, snug against her folds, made her efforts feel all the more appreciated.

But it did not stop there. Against the wishes of the other heads, this curious one grew more voracious in its approach. Its tongue speared through her clamping walls. It thrust wildly into her, catching her off guard with its sudden boldness.

Spasms of pleasure dispersed through Saitrax’s whole being. She had no choice but to release the left cock from her maw to gasp and whimper in response.

“Th—that’s it,” she urged him to continue. “Fuck me with that thick, lovely tongue of yours.”

Saitrax's toes curled in bliss, her wings twitching uncontrollably. Electric jolts raced through her underbelly. Every scale on her body rippled with satisfaction and shuddered in delight.

One of the heads—an unruly one bent on getting her mouth back on his cocks—attempted to put a stop to the feast of its nearest brethren. Right before he had the chance to do so, she thrust her hind paw against its snout, toes squeezing its tip to cage it in place.

"Don’t interrupt," she murmured in a half-scolding and half-teasing manner. “If I don’t climax, then neither do you.”

The central head snapped at her, flashing its dominant fangs. “I will not be denied any further!”

Yes. Yes he was.

Her other hind paw pressed against its snout to silence its protests. Her eyes bore into its crimson ones, conveying the depth of the control she held over all five of them.

“You four better to as you are told if you want to experience the greatest pleasure of your lives.”

Seeing the opportunity to regain some semblance of control over the hydra, her tail beckoned a more passive head closer. This one, however, required a different kind of attention. It seemed too flustered to even consider licking her while the left-most head already did that so instead, she began to grind herself against it, letting it feel her wet warmth brush over its nostrils.

Good. Four of them sufficed. There was no more room for a fifth, and besides, she did so cherish his more fervent vocalizations.

For the final part of their ritual, Saitrax moistened her forepaws with her tongue to ensure their surface wouldn’t jar his cocks too much. With great care, she seized two cocks in each paw, her fingers clenching around their spaded tips with just the right amount of pressure to draw a thinning yowl from that lonely head.

“Keep at it,” she reminded the rest of the heads to keep contributing by slipping her toes in maws or by grinding her sex against the two heads present in that region. “You are none too shabby.”

As Voxatal’s tongue filled her, so did his central cock stuff her mouth. Her tongue embraced it just like before, squeezing and pulling it deeper. Every head that could express its ecstasy did so through murmurs and mewls of raw longing for the kiss her throat muscles applies to his bulging spade.

Holding such a level of control over a majestic beast like Voxatal intoxicated Saitrax. Her being thrummed with ecstasy visible in the arching of her back, or in her guttural moans whenever that one head swirled his tongue inside her to slurp her arousal more effectively. Every squeeze of her tongue and every stroking movement applied by paws pushed the hydra just a little closer to the epitome of his impending bliss.

She reveled in her privileged position where all three of Voxatal’s cocks lay exposed to her choices. Each of the hydra's cocks responded differently to her grip. To one, she offered slow, languid strokes meant to keep its pulsations constant. For another she employed a more alert rhythm, savoring its intensifying twitching and throbbing. Her alternating grip—soft then firm—heightened the surprise of her partner. She could sense Voxatal's increasing desperation, or better yet, taste it in the precum he rewarded her bobbing maw with.

But she would not grant his release. Not yet. She required a little more, and until climax surged through her, Voxatal had to be just a little bit more patient.

The licks came to a sudden halt.

Rougher growls drew her eyelids open to the commotion taking place between her legs. One of the paw lickers abandoned its duty to shove the gentler head to impose its far hungrier will on her soppy vent. That convinced the head assigned to nuzzling her nether lips to adopt a similar approach.

Their combined tongues battling for her entrance overwhelmed Saitrax. Her trembling legs and loosening toes let go of the central head as the dragoness yowled in unexpected bliss. Those two tongues stretched her just as effectively as a male’s member did, with the added bonus of their twirling tips able to poke and prod her lightly ridged walls.

Control slipped from her grasp. Her grip loosened on all his three cocks, allowing the hydra to pull out of her maw. His tail and hind paws attempted to wrestle her in place, possessed by instinctive crave to seed her womb.

She might have had the upper hand, but Voxatal was not the gentle and submissive type. He bucked and strained, his many heads attempting to reassert their dominance through violent swings of his necks meant to rid themselves of her authoritative haunches and tail.

The central head snapped at her with uncanny ferocity, its crimson gaze marred by intense lust.

"Enough of this nonsense, female.” Its rumbling hiss carried across all his brethren, his stance corrupting them all to that singular desire of his. "It is time we claim you and mark you as ours."

The declaration, so brazen and unyielding, further stoked the fires of lust within Saitrax. She did so cherish feisty partners. No fun in never having her initiative questioned.

“I think not, Voxatal.”

With a swift and calculated flick, her tail both fended off the advancing heads and managed to draw the more submissive one against her underbelly. She nestled it affectionately against her vent, its panting breaths rolling over her dripping flesh.

“Some side of you might thirst for initiative, but another enjoys being put to the purpose I best deem fit.”

She did not stop at just one head corralled over to her side. With it rested snug against her sex, she recruited a second one to the cause. It hesitated at first before it began thrusting its tongue in and out of her with a frequency that mimicked the act of mating.

Shuddering gasps and moans rolled out of her muzzle, eyelids flicking under the barrage of sensation.

“More, Voxatal,” she urged as her hind paws shifted into motion. Her lithe toes captured the tongues of two of the more rebellious heads between her toes, rendering them momentarily docile. “Show me what your many heads can do.”

With these heads pacified, her focus shifted back to the central shaft, which had become her primary challenge. Eager to tip the scales back in her favor, she swallowed Voxatal’s cock down to its very base. That immediately stilled the hydra, his vulnerability all too apparent in the abundant precum he oozed.

As she bobbed her head up and down his length to emulate the rhythm of rutting, her forepaws worked diligently on the remaining shafts. They collected the glistening precum pooled on the spaded tips, then rolled down the rest of his girth to spread it evenly over his pink, throbbing meat. The slickness greatly enhanced the flowing movements of her wrists, allowing her to zone in on the sensitive nubs crowning their spaded tips. As she clasped and caressed them using a mixture of light squeezes and circular motions, Voxatal's reactions became increasingly violent, his barely contained passion threatening to break loose.

Every muscle and every frill pulsed in anticipation. The behemoth's frame tensed and squirmed, awash with desire and raw need. His limbs, once still and controlled, now kicked erratically under the guidance of impending ecstasy.

Unified in their yearning, the heads pulled back from their tasks now and then to let out a cacophony of growls and moans. There was no discordance present in his vocalizations anymore. That spark of rebellion had been replaced with harmonious notes of pleasure that served only to flare Saitrax’s pleasure ever brighter.

Neither of the two could last much longer. Ripples of tingling warmth traversed Saitrax’s body, with their shuddering origin being her quaking vent. Every fleshy nub on Voxatal’s central cock turned taut, hard as stone, signaling the onset of his monumental climax. Aware of his impending eruption, Saitrax plunged her maw further down upon him, her temples pulsating in unison with the beating of her heart. Desire coursed through her like the rapids of a tumultuous river, each moment heightening her own approaching release.

In mere seconds, counted by the rapid pulsing of her heart, Voxatal's eruption began. A high-pitched keening cry erupted from the central head, followed by a deluge of seed that blasted right into her throat. It flowed down Saitrax’s throat instantly, yet that would not be said for his incoming spurts.

Her sensitive throat spasmed upon being splashed with yet another stinging wave of his thick and pungent essence, its sticky texture making it a challenge to gulp it down in quick succession.

The dragoness’ eyes bulged in panic as she found herself overwhelmed by the speed and quantity of the hydra’s release. The musky odor of his seed engulfed her fully as cum blasted from his other two members. They wriggled and slid all over her face, shooting their load into her nostrils and over her eyes and frills.

But it was not the dribbling gobs of male essence that bothered her. With her maw pulled further up his cock for further control, Saitrax secured his spade against the roof of her mouth, using the base of her tongue to lessen the might of his intermittent explosions of dense semen.

With that most sensitive part of their central cock squeezed deep within her mouth, the free heads released a bellowing roar that shook Saitrax’s very bones. The remaining heads vocalized their ecstasy with an assortment of yowls, whimpers, and guttural moans, each expressing their adoration for this meaningful moment.

For Saitrax, the force of Voxatal's ejaculation was both a shock and a thrill. Each spurt was strong, swift, and relentless, shooting into her maw with such velocity that she had to gulp them down as fast as possible to avoid being drowned. The sheer volume forced her to hold her breath and continue swallowing in her desperate attempts to accommodate the hydra’s sheer volume.

Her paws did not remain idle, however.

She remained dedicated to the tasks of masturbating his other cocks by caressing and squeezing their tips to facilitate the flow of seed. Heat pulsated and erupted into the depths of her forepaws, seeping between her fingers in curdled rivulets.

As Voxatal reveled in his release, Saitrax teetered on the edge of her own climax. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched, each ripple echoing the tempo set by the hydra’s powerful throbs. Every muscle in her body was aflame; desperate to embrace the culmination of their shared passion.

She squeezed her eyes tightly, the pressure of her pending release almost too much to bear with two tongues hard at work inside her.

Tears spawned from the sheer force of her need welled up and spilled over the side of her cheeks. Her body begged for release, yearning for that final sweet surrender.

But her determination to see Voxatal fully sated overrode her personal desires. Through the haze of her own overwhelming need, her focus remained on the task at hand. She was driven not just by her own pleasure, but by the prominent need to impress Voxatal in ways he'd never forget.

As such, Saitrax endeavored to extend Voxatal's ecstasy by suckling on his central member with renewed enthusiasm. The strength of his spurts renewed as her throat muscles began milking his spaded tip, his taste rough and masculine. Hot blasts of his essence hurtled down her throat, the feeling of his spade deep in her throat arousing her to no end.

His other two cocks coiled around her face as her paws shifted lower to massage their base. They squirmed against her scales, slipping across her cheek, unleashing gushes of chalky fluid all over her frills and horns.

The intimate sensation of consuming Voxatal's very essence stimulated her more than his two tongues inside her did. With every gulp, she tasted the rawness of him—the consuming longing to share intimacy with someone. Her senses drowned in his specific flavor, exotic and potent, one that made her underbelly tingle and ache in utmost desire to be filled to the brim by him.

Voxatal did that. Not with seed, but with a single tongue. He thrust it deep inside her, swirling it in circular motions to stir her inner fire to a roaring inferno of bursting lust.

Completely overpowered by this unexpected maneuver, she spat out Voxatal's central cock to release a mighty roar of unbridled ecstasy.

Her climax didn’t just flow out of her.

It exploded.

A forceful jet of her nectar spurted from her depths with such might that the head pleasuring her immediately drew back to hiss out his surprise. Saitrax collapsed on her side, rolling moans and whimpers sailing from her half-opened maw while her body trembled under the might of her rippling orgasm.

Wings twitched, toes curled, frills shook with light tremors as the dragoness’ nether muscles convulsed in quick succession to gush out potent and lustrous honey.

Three of the closest heads darted straight for her vent, their growls and audible whiffs flaring her pleasure ever higher. The knowledge that they inhaled her rich aroma—that they tasted her tangy fluids—aroused her to no end.

Their eager tongues swept over her vaginal lips. They wiggled and forced they way into her, battling one another over the right of conquest.

She cared not who won, for it did not matter, so long as their competition motivated them to reach ever deeper into her to sample every drop from stuck to her pulsating walls.

As Saitrax's orgasm began to dwindle, the coating of seed covering her face began to make its presence all the more prominent. Voxatal's three members moved over to hug her face as the hydra shifted onto his side in an attempt to put any of his cocks back into her mouth.

Why? And for what? They no longer felt firm. Their spaded tips lost some of their girth, the nubs crowning them now devoid of prominence.

Saitrax leaned her snout against his cocks, nuzzling them in gratitude for providing her with such memorable experience. The musky aroma they oozed served only to heighten her arousal, amplifying the resonant throbbing and quivering within her. Each powerful pulse of her vaginal muscles drew subtle moans from her, hugging the tongues slurping her honey ever tighter.

"Why not just lay back and savor this?" His mischievous request drew her eyelids open to two keen heads wishing to assert their dominance over her still.

“I’m already laying back and savoring this,” she reminded him of the power she still held by grabbing his three cocks to hug them to her snout, her teasing tongue sliding over each of them in turn.

With practiced grace, Saitrax gently encompassed Voxatal's central shaft with her eager maw, the tantalizing taste of his orgasm making her hum with delight. Her half-lidded eyes, brimming with sultry intent, bore witness to every tremor and twitch that ran through Voxatal's vast form. Those golden orbs radiated a raw, unwavering determination to further stimulate the hydra, should he require additional motivation to bless her with more of his seed.

“That…rrh…won’t be necessary, dear Saitrax,” the central head cringed from the onset of oversensitivity creeping into his malehood.

Parallel to this line, the head that seemed most enthralled by Saitrax's vent pressed against her tender folds. It purred a deep, rumbling sound, its vibrations melding with the soft, wet sounds of its rubbing. Translucent nectar smeared across its snout, showering it in the aftermath of his affection.

The head whose tongue danced teasingly over the edges of her vent wore an expression of utmost satisfaction. The grin that adorned its features seemed almost smug, reveling in the pleasure it had managed to coax from the mighty dragoness.

The two heads that had once resisted her now lavished her paws with their gratitude, causing her toes to tense with every gentle lick whenever they snuck between them.

The final head, curled back in the aftermath of his great climax, vocalized its pleasure with soft moans and deep huffs. The sounds, though subdued, mirrored the hydra’s emotional state, one of profound satisfaction with how this all played out.

Lifting her gaze, Saitrax took a moment to admire the sight sprawled before her. The myriad heads of Voxatal, each outlining a different facet of his personality, had all succumbed to her will. A heady mixture of triumph and arousal surged within her, heightening the beats of her excitement-filled heart. She might very well have been the only dragon in existence to tame a hydra; to get it to do precisely what she willed it do.

And in the end, all it took was a drop of ingenuity mixed into a pot laden with her feminine allure.

***The End***

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