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The icy northern winds blew on the scales in his face. In front of him, nothing but the luscious whiteness of their frozen lands, barely becoming visible after every stride. The vast expanse of snowy hills and mountains expanding in front of him grew more defined with every step. With a leap, the gargantuan creature leaped off a ledge, wings spreading open to glide down. He landed with a soft thud on the snow below, amazing for his size, and for the first time in a while he let out a sigh of relief.

“I believe we’re far enough now,” Ruiner Nergigante said, his jet black scales shining with the sunlight. His body contrasted so much with the white snow behind him, it somehow made him look even more regal than he already was. A massive creature, brimming with sheer muscle on every inch of his frame, gigantic horns crowning his draconic features and hundreds of sharp spikes lining his back, each one more than enough to impale his enemies should they get any fun ideas.

Behind him, just as those words left his mouth, two equally large creatures landed on the snow. One of them was covered in bright neon blue scales, shining like lightning, and his face and body were lined by hard golden clusters of scales and trails of soft white fur, making him look far more adept at the terrain they currently called their home; the other was a large wyvern, her body ashen gray and a mane of flaming red scales burning around her face, the same as her lashing tail. They both kept their distance from their much stronger alpha, their heads slightly bowed down as they waited for any following words.

Ruiner, however, remained quiet for a second, horns reared back as his gaze landed on Zinogre at first, soon going for Bazelgeuse and back to the first. He repeated the process a few times, relishing in the dominance he held over these mighty creatures, unable to hold his smile. Powerful wyverns on their own might, they were nothing compared to the strength of an Elder Dragon, and like so many others they fell to his power and joined the pack he and his human had spent years forming. Within the human fortress hidden in these frozen plains, the subjects that looked up at him as their alpha waited for his return to their caves, likely taking turns with their newest toy. Ruiner’s own cousin, Nergigante… He was sure to be having the time of his life right now, being bred beyond belief by so many of his comrades in the pack. He had grown used to his role as a cock slave rather quickly.

Ah, just thinking about the tight insides of his hole made the dragon’s arousal rise, his member threatening to slip out and harden in an instant. There was no time for any of those distractions, he thought as he looked at the baskets Zinogre pulled. They were out hunting, his human trusting him enough to return all on his own with enough food for their entire fortress. Such was the duty of an alpha, after all. But the more he told himself that he had a job to do right now, the harder it was to focus on anything but the throbbing between his legs, no longer trying to hide itself.

To hell with it. Being the alpha came with this sort of benefits anyway.

“Since we’re already here…” he reached for Zinogre first, diving under his head and nuzzling the soft fuzz on his neck. The wolf went stiff for a moment, inching away from the massive horns out of instinct, but Ruiner angled himself in just the right way to keep him in place, his pronounced chin resting atop and between them. Fitting perfectly, giving the dragon the perfect position to lick his tender neck. “What do you say we have some fun, just the three of us?”

“S-Sir… we should get back to the fortress soon,” Zinogre’s voice was shaky, his words barely reaching the dragon’s ears. He didn’t quite believe them himself, and with every little nib he took on his neck, he heard the blue beast gasp above him. His body reacted exactly like Ruiner expected, the length between his hindlegs growing in size, a single drop of shining pre already hanging from it, and he reached for it without a second thought. The moment he held it in his claws, stroking it slowly and feeling the substance drip between his fingers, he heard a low growl coming from Zinogre. That’s when he knew he had completely won him over.

Bazelgeuse had yet to say anything, so of course the dragon turned in her direction. Their eyes locked and he noticed the unsure frown, the twitching fingers sinking in the snow beneath her, slowly starting to melt from her powerful heat. A familiar aroma reached the dragon’s nostrils and his eyes wandered between her legs as well; as if she fell his sight, she spread them just enough to reveal her pussy, already dripping with juices he knew for a fact to be scalding like magma. When Ruiner licked his lips, that was the last thing she could take, and her claw shyly reached for the opening, rubbing her own clit and pushing inside.

This was the Elder Dragon’s everyday life: Whenever he felt like it, his pack would just stop whatever they were doing and bend over for him. They would touch themselves at the sight of their master, elated to be considered, to be of use and entertainment to him. And he in turn would give them the time of their life, no matter how hard he had to pound them. Or suck them, he was a generous lover.

He let go of Zinogre’s length and slid under his body, making sure to brush his chin with the flat sides of his spikes. That got a whimper out of the wolf, but he wasn’t about to leave him hanging like that; the dragon’s tail lashed a bit before coiling around the base of his cock, stroking skillfully and making him growl even more. While he had the beast distracted like that, Ruiner walked over to Bazelgeuse, licking her neck the same as he did before, feeling her scales heating him up, saving him from this wretched cold. He nibbled his way down her body, hearing her gasp with every touch of his lips, until his head buried between her legs. The wyvern had already let go, her thighs slowly spreading as she squatted in front of him; she was a stubborn one and wouldn’t sit back on the snow just yet. But that was hardly relevant to the dragon. As long as he could push his tongue between her fiery folds, he didn’t care what pose she was in. The moment those scalding walls clenched around his tongue was nothing but bliss beyond belief, and he pushed deeper still, until his snout pressed tightly against her clit and his tongue lapped around inside her, looking for that one sensitive spot that would get rich growls out of her.

This was heaven…

But even this bliss could be interrupted, and Ruiner’s attention went from the burning lips to the small bubble that suddenly appeared in his field of vision. A bubble…? The way light bounced off the small round shape made it unmistakable, no matter how out of place it was. The dragon couldn’t tear his eyes away from it as it flew in front of his face, his body frozen in place out of a strange sense of wariness that invaded him. He no longer licked Bazelgeuse’s lips or played with Zinogre’s expectant member, instead staring at the small bubble, waiting for it to do anything else. What, he wasn’t sure.

Then it popped audibly enough for the other confused monsters to look down, but Ruiner had already sprang back from them, standing in front of his subjects, ready to lunge at whatever showed up after. This strange sensation in the air couldn’t be anything natural, and he looked left and right, fangs bared, horns ready and the spikes on his back almost shaking for something to impale themselves in. All of him was ready to jump into the fray and protect the other two.

“S-Sir…?” a still confused Zinogre asked, his voice low, shy, as if he wanted to ask why he had stopped stroking his member. It kept leaking in return, making his desires evident, but the dragon had more important things to take care of.

“Where’s the enemy, sir,” Bazelgeuse caught on much faster, and her fellow wyvern finally understood what was happening and took his own stance as well. Ideally, Ruiner would prefer to take care of things on his own rather than put them in harm’s way, but any assistance was welcome when facing an unknown foe.

The dragon didn’t say anything at first, scanning their surroundings for the source of this uneasiness. He had faced countless opponents over the years, gotten familiar with their powers, the patterns of their presence, even the smaller hints like their smells or the way the air moved around them. This was completely different to anything he had ever felt before. An enemy he had never seen in his life, perhaps even a species new to the plains… No matter how nervous it might make him, it was also exciting.

And that’s when he saw it, almost like a mirage through the light reflecting on the snow. The same light that bounced off countless bubbles in a nearby pond, making it bend and distort in ways that made him dizzy the longer he stared at them. Through small gaps in the distortion, Ruiner saw a long, serpentine body twisting around, coiling on itself in complicated, elegant patterns, almost like a dance. As if they could feel his gaze, the bubbles parted and the strange body was revealed to them: Brilliant pink and cream scales, adorned with what looked like long, luscious feathers, assembled up its back like a line of lustrous wings; and through the mess that were those scales, Ruiner saw a slender snout crowned by similar fins, looking more like a flower than anything else. Despite his earlier nervousness, he couldn’t help being awed by such a beautiful creature.

The dancing beast realized it had been seen and its twisting and curling stopped, the bubbles spreading in a way that the light now aimed at that slender body, just as it landed on the surface of the water with an imperceptible touch. It was as if it was floating on the pond itself, looking even more ethereal. Only one thing crossed the dragon’s mind as he saw such a magnificent creature: He had to possess it.

“What do we have here?” this new creature said with an incredibly elegant contralto, making a shudder run down Ruiner’s spine. The serpentine body moved in those fluid motions again, as if it gracefully swam through the air. None of it made sense. But before the dragon knew it, she was already in front of him, their bodies close together, her face mere inches away from his lips. “Have I garnered an audience for my performance? While it is flattering, it is also impolite to stare without introducing yourself.”

“My apologies,” Ruiner got his wits back, leaning closer as well, his muzzle brushing against her neck. The scales were far softer than he expected, and there was a floral scent coming from them that only made him wish to have her even more. “I am Ruiner Nergigante. You could say these lands belong to me. These are members of my pack,” he made a case not to bring up their names, not willing to waste any precious second he had to entice this beauty to join him. He took another step, his muscular chest bumping against her slender body. “What about you?”

“Mizutsune,” her terse voice only made the dragon want her more. “I am a wanderer, visiting your lands for the first time. The cold weather isn’t much to my taste, but it’s a lovely place, nonetheless. Beautiful sights all over,” her hand landed on Ruiner’s chest after she said that, slowly going down, playing with the cleft between his pecs. This was far easier than he first expected. “But please, don’t let my presence stop you from engaging as you were before. I encourage you, embrace those needs as much as you need.”

“Oh, you were watching that?” the dragon whispered with a smile, taking only a quick glance at his subjects. Zinogre looked away, his tail between his hindlegs trying to hide what was sure to be a still throbbing erection; Bazelgeuse tried her best not to look fazed by those words, but it was clear from the heat coming off her that she still needed some release after being teased like that. All of that, of course, made Ruiner grin. “We have no problem keeping it up even if you were to stay and watch, of course. Or if you’d like to join us-

“You really are the type to charge head-on when he sees something you want, aren’t you?” Mizutsune’s hand cupped Ruiner’s chin, making him look up. For the first time in his life, the dragon felt the words stuck in his throat, unsure of what his next step should be. He wasn’t used to that feeling, and wasn’t sure he enjoyed it, but there was something in those bright pink eyes of hers… “I’m not particularly fond of fooling around with unruly types like you, even when they look… quite delicious.”

Before Ruiner could get anything in, the serpentine body he had been admiring coiled around his torso, sliding off his body soon after. Not even his sharp spikes seemed to inflict any sort of injury; rather, he only felt the impossible softness of those elegant scales and the velvet sensation of the flowery fins around her body. Truly exquisite all over. When he turned over, she was floating between the other two, Bazelgeuse growing tense at her proximity. Ready to attack, waiting for an order from her alpha… But Ruiner was honestly curious as to what would happen, and he stayed still, watching.

“Don’t you feel the same, my darlings?” Mizutsune said, her eyes aimed at the flame wyvern first. She leaned closer than she did with the dragon before, her delicate torso so close to Bazelgeuse’s mane, they might as well have been cuddling. Their snouts were a literal inch apart, and based on his wyvern’s rushed breathing, Ruiner knew in an instant that the delicate creature in front of her tempted the flaming needs. His silent wishes were finally heard when Mizutsune leaned and licked Bazelgeuse’s snout, while her slender fingers roamed her body and landed between her hindlegs in an instant.

Ruiner stood there in awed silence, his member growing turgid at the sight. Slender fingers pierced into Bazelgeuse’s pussy, a claw gently poking and rubbing her clit, and seething fluids started leaking out of her, shining on their way down, melting the snow they fell on. She was moaning through clenched fangs, trying her best to fight the sheer pleasure coursing her body, and clearly failing. The way she thrusted back on that elegant hand, wanting more of it in her, was all the evidence anyone could need. She looked at her alpha only once, an expression Ruiner had seen before on those fire eyes. She was asking for permission, and he was happy to allow it.

A simple nod from him and Bazelgeuse caved in right away, leaning against the snake while pushing her hips further against those skilled fingers. A low purr came out of Mizutsune as she did and her motions rushed, getting more of the flaming fluids out of her pussy, most of it dripping down the thin wrists and onto the snow again. She was positively soaked, but that didn’t stop the snake from leaning and nuzzling against her mane, the velvet fins coaxing the wyvern into returning the gesture. The more she leaked, the deeper she pushed against her new partner, until Mizutsune pulled back to look in her eyes. Their tongues lashed out and in an instant were coiling around each other, giving the dragon a show.

Of course, Ruiner was thrilled by it all. He bit his lower lip to keep the growls from coming out too loudly, and his muscular arm was already beneath his torso, stroking his own length. The warmth of his own pre energized him, and yet he knew it was nothing compared to the flaming fluids coming out of his wyvern. As they kept getting into it, he gestured at Zinogre to join him, the shy wolf panting and thrusting in the air, his need evident. He would give him as much of a good time as this elegant creature was giving their-

“Hold on,” Mizutsune broke from the kiss, but that wasn’t what surprised the black dragon. It was the long tail that lashed in front of Zinogre now, blocking him just as he made his way towards his alpha. Ruiner’s first reaction was to look at the snake, but she paid him no mind, instead looking at Zinogre over her shoulder. “I don’t recall giving you permission to join someone else, puppy.”

“My apologies,” was his first reaction; one he instantly regretted with a careful look towards his alpha. The same tail that blocked his path garnered his attention when it lashed back under his body, between his legs, and in the same manner as the dragon before, the tip coiled around his erection. The strokes were far slower, more pronounced, but the feathers surrounding it somehow reached every sensitive spot along the wolf’s long dick, and in mere seconds he was already howling in delight, staining them with copious amounts of pre as he was pushed to the limit. His claws sank in the snow and his hips bucked forward, fucking that bushy, soft tail in return, matching the pace of every stroke, from the base to the tip.

Ruiner saw all of this with a mixture of emotions. Undeniable arousal was one of them, of course; he was also humping out of instinct, fucking his own hand and feeling spurts of pre shoot out of him, lost in the pristine snow under his body. But he also felt outrage the likes of which he never thought possible before. These were his subjects, his toys, and here he was, seeing a stranger play with them as if she owned them, pulling them away from his hands and doing as she pleased!

“This is quite the sight…” he started, trying his best to keep his anger contained. Yes, he was outraged, but he also wanted to possess this creature; better to play his cards carefully. “However, may I remind you that I am the alpha in this-

“Nonsense,” when did she get in front of him? Ruiner was easily the most powerful creature in these snowy plains, and surprising him like this was simply not possible. And yet, this beautiful stranger somehow flashed back to him, her serpentine body still waving behind her, his subjects left yearning for her touch once again. Touch that now went towards Ruiner’s chest, one of her hands soaked in Bazelgeuse’s fluids, her finger trailing down the dragon’s deep cleft. “Alphas and pack positions… I truly don’t care for any of those things, my beautiful dragon. Like I told you before, desires of the flesh should be embraced. Therefore, I will not allow anyone else to dictate those desires.”

After those simple words, she put all of her weight forward and, with surprising force, pushed until the massive dragon tumbled backwards, falling flat on his back spikes. They were embedded on the snow now, slowing his movements, but he wasn’t thinking about moving in the first place. He stared at the serpentine creature standing on top of him, her frame cut by the sun above and her hands still pinning him down. And her tail playfully brushing past his dripping cock. No wonder Zinogre caved in so easily, the feathers felt like nothing he ever had before. They sent shivers up his spine every time one of the tips so much as tickled him.

“You see how they’re not doing anything to help you?” she said in a low tone, making Ruiner look to the side. And she was right, his subjects remained quiet to the side, staring in shock at their alpha being so easily pushed down. Before he could give them an order, the tall snake kept going. “Do not let things like positions keep you from indulging, my dears. I can see it in your eyes, the deep desire to own your alpha in the same way he has done with you. How long have you craved to take his body for yourselves? I am now presenting you with he chance to do just that.”

“What…?” he couldn’t believe it. But when Mizutsune’s tail rose and revealed his dick to his subjects, along with the hole nestled under his own tail, there was no denying her plans. Or the hunger painted on their faces. “Don’t you dare!”

But Bazelgeuse dared, stepping up and pressing her pussy against the dragon’s cock. The heat spread through his body in an instant, making Ruiner rear his head back in pleasure, his hips rocking forward involuntarily, rubbing the underside of his member against those fiery folds. His pre soaked the wyvern’s clit and in return he felt his member practically burn from her juices, shivers running up his spine in return. It felt far better than he was willing to admit, and he wanted more.

Mizutsune said nothing, but she slid off the dragon’s torso, her slender body rubbing against his muscles all the way. The flowery scent coming off her body filled Ruiner’s nostrils and he let out a muffled whimper, instantly regretting it. He was about to stand up and reach for her, but seething claws held his arms in place and new weight pinned him to the snow. He couldn’t believe it when he looked up and saw Bazelgeuse on top of him, her breathing rushed and her body pressed against the dragon. But what he felt the most was his own cock between their bodies, soaking his abs while trapped under the flaming pussy.

“Bazelgeuse…” it was a deep growl, the kind he used whenever one of his subjects had a surge of defiance in them. He enjoyed bringing them down for the sport, but this was different. “You will get off me and take down the stranger. We’re taking her to the pack. Are we clear?”

“Sir…” she winced for a second, gulping. Under any other circumstances, that would have been enough, and Ruiner would be facing the snake along his subjects; all while thinking how hard he would fuck the wyvern as ‘punishment’ for her transgression. But right now, no matter how firm his voice was, no matter how threatening an edge he put on it, she wouldn’t listen. Their eyes remained glued to one another and her thrusts resumed instead, her pussy coaxing more and more pre out of the dragon, getting loud grunts with every little touch.

Ruiner couldn’t believe it. This was the first time one of his subjects disobeyed him so blatantly, and of course it was because of that wretched stranger. No matter how beautiful she was, Mizutsune proved to be nothing more than a venomous viper. But he could do nothing in return; the flame wyvern was far stronger than he thought, and to be honest, he was enjoying the treatment on his manhood.

The next surprise, however, was something sharp and hard pressing against his bare hole, pushing against whatever resistance he had. His toes curled and he looked over the flame wyvern, catching glimpses of electric blue scales and luscious white fur. That was when the claws pushed deeper inside him and the first proper moan escaped him, all thanks to Zinogre’s furious fingering. The wolf’s claws pushed in and out slowly, spreading inside his hole until his inner walls gave to the gentle massaging. Ruiner was no stranger to bottoming and his moans came out in an instant, his body already knowing how to react at the promise of cock buried in him. But he was always riding, always in command. This wasn’t the same; this felt exquisite but also wrong in so many ways.

“I’m sorry, sir,” his voice said from behind Bazelgeuse, low and breathy as ever, but with a strange grunting behind it that betrayed his obvious excitement. He wanted this, it was so evident. He might as well had been grinning about it in front of him. And he didn’t need to say anything else, his fingers pushing deeper into him being all the proof Ruiner needed to know just how badly this creature wanted him. His own breathing rushed as the claws reached his prostate, pushing it hard, rubbing it, making the dragon growl and whimper like a bitch in heat. And naturally, his body reacted in kind, hips pushing and pulling in the right angle to get more of those fingers in him and rub more of his member against Bazelgeuse.

Assaulted from every direction, Ruiner caved in to his own sensations, cock throbbing hard with every touch, every movement. He wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat and turned into loud moans. All he could do was lie there and take everything they gave him, whimpering when the wyvern’s hips started bucking harder, her clit trailing his cock and making him scream from the searing fire of her body. Zinogre was the one reaching for his member, just as Bazelgeuse rose a few inches from his body. They both angled it perfectly, and his dick slid inside the wyvern without difficulty, making him scream in sheer delight at the fire now covering his skin. In only a second, Bazelgeuse slammed herself all the way down, hilting him and clenching around his base, making Ruiner claw at the snow. When she let his arms go, the dragon knew he would put no fight against her.

She rode him slowly at first, her folds giving his member long, pronounced strokes. He caught glimpses of Zinogre every time she did, the wolf still spreading his hole slowly, focused on the rough fucking in front of him. Bazelgeuse slammed herself back down every single time and groaned, reaching for her own clit, rubbing herself and leaking burning juices all over the dragon cock. Ruiner gasped and pushed up, feeling her folds kiss his crotch and his balls slightly jump when she went down on him. At some point, Zinogre reached with his free hand to hold the base of his member between his fingers, stroking as well as the wyvern impaled herself. It was a motion the dragon recognized, but he had no time to prepare himself whenever he let out a few sparks, electricity coursing through his body. The jolts lit something primal in Ruiner, something powerful that made him shoot pre like crazy, only for it to mix with the wyvern’s fluids. Bazelgeuse herself would groan at the sensation, biting her own knuckle while Zinogre reached and nuzzled against her neck tenderly. They almost looked like a loving couple playing with a new toy.

Ah? What was that…? What the hell was that thought? Ruiner honestly called himself the toy in this situation, seeing these two creatures tenderly treat each other while completely dominating him. Even though he was supposed to be the one commanding them. How dare they put him in such a position?

“Dammit… S-Stop this instant… That’s an ord- Oh, fuck! F-Fuck…” he was trying, but it all felt so good, his words turned into shaky moans and screams. All it took was for Zinogre to spread his claws a bit and force his hole open, and he turned into putty in his hands. All while Bazelgeuse started picking up in speed, riding him faster, his cock burning with her insides like burying itself into magma. His balls jumped so hard, they slapped against both of them with abandon.

“Sir, you really need to shut up,” the shyness had abandoned Zinogre’s tone, replaced with deep hunger. The kind of horny tone he used with Ruiner’s cousin whenever they wanted to put him in his place. Was that how the wolf saw him? Like his cousin? Like a captured whore and breeding bitch? What the fuck? But he couldn’t deny that the longer he had those fingers inside him, the more he wanted a real cock to pierce him.

The wolf must have read his mind because his fingers pulled back and he wasted no time standing up, his dripping cock pushing inside his hole. Ruiner was gaping enough for his ass to put up no resistance, but he still screamed from the sudden invasion, feeling himself split open at the massive member. It reached his prostate in an instant and massaged it as thoroughly as possible, until the dragon’s own cock throbbed and oozed the first few drops of cum inside the wyvern. He clenched his jaw just as she clenched her pussy, blocking the seed straight at the base, forcing his orgasm down. Never before had Ruiner felt himself so short of breath.

Zinogre’s thrusting started right away and the dragon yelped from surprise. His cock had always been one of his personal favorites, but he had never seen the wolf get this rough with him, pushing without a care, plowing him as deep as he could go, balls smacking against the base of the dragon’s tail with every hump. Bazelgeuse, on her hand, had remained quiet all this time, choosing to bask in the sensations instead, riding him harder and faster. She rubbed her clit furiously, leaking profusely, soaking Ruiner’s crotch in the process. The warmth felt so good in the cold breeze, but he couldn’t thrust in return. It wasn’t his place to do so; he was the toy for them to have fun with, nothing more.

He felt another spark inside him, this one stronger than before. A lightning bolt was more accurate. Zinogre had grown bold in a few seconds, using his powers at full length, all the way down his ass. Ruiner screamed in pure joy, his mind slowly giving in to the sexual haze his body was being offered. Fire and lightning traveled through his body at such speeds, he didn’t know where they began anymore. All he knew was the electricity went through every cell in him and the fire kept pulling him back into reality with a mix of pain and pleasure that he just couldn’t get enough of.

“M-More…” he ended up begging them, even if he didn’t know if they would hear him at all. His former subjects had grown busy touching each other, Zinogre nuzzling Bazelgeuse as his hands dove under her mane, likely looking for her chest. Such a picture only made his cock throb. Instead, what really caught his attention was the serpentine shadow suddenly blocking his view. “P-Please… H-Harder…”

“You see? Isn’t the position of a whore a more adequate place for you to stand on?” Mizutsune spoke, her voice as terse as ever. What little consciousness remained in Ruiner wanted to tell her to fuck off, push these two off him and defeat her on his own. But that was eclipsed by exactly what she accused him of being: A whore, hungry and needy for more dick and pussy. “You wish for more? I am more than happy to provide. After all, whores like you need to be indulged as well. And I did tell you I wanted you.”

She said that and slid atop him, her body now pressed against the other two as they kept their own fucking. All three cuddled as the legs landed to each side of Ruiner’s head, tail lashing close to his horns. That’s where he saw it, buried between the scales and feathers, a dripping slit from which the first few inches started to push through… It was long, far longer than any dick he had ever seen, a dark pink and soaked in so much pre, it might as well had been underwater all this time.

“You’re male…?” was the last thing the dragon managed to say before that long cock pushed inside his mouth. It quickly blocked his throat and the snake started thrusting instantly, pulling all the way back only to keep burying himself back in. With each thrust, Ruiner gagged on that slender manhood, trembling at the powerful taste that now filled his mouth, the musk that entered his nostrils, mixing with that floral aroma in such delicious ways. A truly perfect perfume. This taste and this smell… He had sucked himself enough to know what an alpha felt like.

“Gender is such a human concept,” Mizutsune said in a mocking tone, ensuring the thrusts marked every word. “But yes, I am male. I never said otherwise, my dear,” and that was all he said before returning to the other two, mouths and tongues coiling around each other, hands reaching and touching, all three touching and caring for the others while using the dragon underneath them as a sleeve.

He was right. It was all Ruiner’s own assumptions, and he was now paying for them. He felt them all inside his body, their humps growing faster by the second, his own breathing growing coarse. There was no escape, so he might as well just surrender to the sensations, accept this new position as their personal whore. Was this what his cousin felt when he first brought him over, he wondered. But even those thoughts drifted as he felt more of Zinogre’s cock inside him, his thrusts becoming faster and shorter, his hips pushing with so much force he might break him for real. Just as Bazelgeuse started humping harder, the fire in her pussy sending him into overdrive, each clench making him whine and gag around the long dick.

They were close, so close… And so was he. But his body was completely locked in place by their weight, by their constant thrusts. All he could do was gag and choke on cock and take it up his ass, trembling from the bolts sent up his spine from Zinogre’s actions, moaning from the divine taste of Mizutsune’s member as it kept oozing down his throat, filling him to the brim. They were all exquisite, each one in their own particular way. He had no idea why his balls weren’t moving; were they trapped between the wolf and wyvern’s bodies? And yet, he felt them throbbing and pulling back, ready to shoot his load as deep as the flame wyvern would take it.

It all happened in a flash of nothing but sheer pleasure. Ruiner’s sight went blank as he felt all of their orgasms together with every inch of his body. Zinogre roared the loudest of them, slamming his cock until he tilted himself on the dragon’s ass and letting out the biggest load of his life inside him; rope after rope of thick cum filling Ruiner, small drops escaping the cracks left between his hole and the wolf’s cock. Bazelgeuse clenched harder, her own hand and the snake’s joining to rub her clit until she screamed in their kiss, juices flying out of her and soaking the draconic manhood he buried inside her. And Mizutsune himself pushed and buried his cock even deeper down the dragon’s throat, until his slit pressed against Ruiner’s nose, forcing him to take in his dominating aroma while a constant stream of high pressure cum burst inside him, making him cough and gag until his face was covered in seed and spit he simply couldn’t take. Not like an of that stopped the snake’s short humps or his orgasm.

Ruiner himself fell victim to his own pleasure after all that hit him, his body trembling as a powerful load erupted out of his dick and straight inside the wyvern’s pussy. Dominant or not, an alpha like him still had a massive tank to empty, and he proved it by filling her to the brim, making her scream loud enough that he managed to hear her even over the sound of the other two. Zinogre’s roars and Mizutsune’s purring weren’t anything compared to how loud her voice got, almost echoing off the air world around them. And she clenched and massaged his cock for more in return, gasping for air as the dragon kept going. Even when his own seed seeped out of her and started falling on his crotch, Ruiner didn’t stop.

A few seconds of absolute pleasure later and it was over, and three bodies were left gasping and leaning on each other, holding the others tenderly and nuzzling together. Their dicks remained buried on Ruiner instead, and the dragon sighed through the large dick in his throat, toes curling as he felt them all throb around him. He didn’t remember feeling like this before… Was this what a breeding whore like his cousin felt like? And he had been denying himself this position…

“How do you feel?” the snake said in a low tone, pulling apart from the two lovers to speak to the spent dragon. “Oh, my apologies,” he pulled his cock out as well and Ruiner had to cough as his throat was suddenly left open. He craved to have it back inside him, and leaned towards it in hoped of sucking it back in.

“I want it…” his voice was coarse, but his words were clear. He had barely played with that member and he wanted it inside him again. He wanted to coil his tongue around it, to lap the tip and get more pre out of it and into his mouth. He wanted to enjoy the masculine taste and the floral aroma that came from it. Even now it still dripped, as if it lubed itself, always ready to pierce an ass. What a man…

“You’ll get to play more with it, little whore. Don’t worry,” and he was right. He was the whore now. He looked up at Bazelgeuse and Zinogre, seeing them cuddle together, none of them pulling out of him. Probably ready for another round already. And he wanted them to take it. But Mizutsune kept getting his attention. “You’ll get to play with my dick and a lot of others soon. We just need to go back to your pack, show them who’s the new boss, and let them break the new whore in.”

“Yes, sir,” he said with a dreamy sigh, still trying to lean to take the snake’s dick.