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| Skize's hands slipped downwards to caress the curve of the red dragoness' stomach as his hips came to a trembling halt. His breath came in short pants as he relaxed slowly and let the muscles that had tensed at the peak of his orgasm start to relax. His fingers slipped upwards to run along the fullness of one breast and teased his thumb in a slow circle along one nipple. For a whore, the girl wasn't half bad. The soft padding her rump was tucked in close to his own as he felt the ripples of her snug anal passage contracting and relaxing as if trying to coax more out of him. The thick pearly dribble of his seed started to spill around his shaft before he let out a puffing groan and started to pull backwards.

"Not bad, darling." He purred into the girl's ear as inch by inch slipped free so she let out a short cry. The tip pulled free with a wet popping sound and he gave her rump a firm pat with the palm of his hand.

The drake glanced down at the sandy colored scales of his belly and wrinkled his nose a bit at the rather messy state of his body. It had been too long since he'd enjoyed himself this much. Natasha had been well worth the pain of scouring the outer edges of the Garden District where the higher priced prostitutes roamed. Even now she didn't make a move to gather up her things in a rush to grab her cash and go. She remained laying over the edge of the bed with her tail quirked to one side so that the trails of wet slippery seed could be seen standing out against the smooth scales. The white color made it more evident just how thoroughly he'd used her.

"I'm glad you're pleased." The girl murmured with the edge of a purr for him. "It was a pleasure to serve you."

The drake quirked his lips up slightly as she drawled the word pleasure out suggestively. She couldn't be hoping for another round?! He certainly wasn't going to be able to accommodate her another time tonight. He was exhausted, but the enthusiasm was something that made him almost consider dragging out his wallet. It might be nice to have her for another night of debauchery. He continued to toy with the idea as she started to gather up her clothing and slipped into the bathroom so that she could clean up before dressing. He could pay her tonight and hire her again for his own pleasure. She had certainly satisfied all of his requirements for what he enjoyed and how he enjoyed it. The idea of taking more of her time throughout the week would be quite appealing.

He had nearly decided that he should do so when his eyes moved to his suitcase and the pile of papers he had gathered pertaining to his brother's disappearance. He wasn't here for pleasure. He wasn't here for himself. Jason was still missing and he had a duty to find him, not lounge naked in his hotel room in hedonistic pleasure. Besides, becoming attached to a whore would do him no good and only cause trouble in the long run. He furrowed his brows as he hardened his resolve and stretched out before hooking his pants with his tail so he could drag them on. There was no reason to let sex fog his mind and reason.

"There, much better." Natasha's soft voice chirped to him as she stepped from the bathroom and had returned herself to the clothing she had been wearing earlier. "Now we just have to conclude a bit of paper work." She wrinkled her nose back in a deliberately cute expression as if she wished she didn't have to charge.

Skize flicked his tail. He knew that act well enough. "Paperwork? Oh, but my dear. What lovely evening of romance needs that?" He spoke smoothly.

"Romance?" Natasha's brows furrowed a touch as she seemed to think about it. "I'm a lot of things, but certainly not here for a date."

"Oh?" Skize hooked his legs together and grinned to show every one of his teeth. "Why, ma'am, I'm horrified. I'd never bring back a hooker! I'm an honest man with a good set of morals!"

The red dragoness furrowed her brow in a frown. "You already told me you wanted to run out your paid for hour. We settled on the price."

"You must have misunderstood me." The dragon flicked his tail and forced himself to grown as if in anger. "I'm sorry, but I don't support the immoral act of prostitution. It's wrong and sinful and now I'm sullied! Get the hell outta my room before I call the cops for your trickery."

He had the satisfaction of seeing the girl's eyes widen and a flash of anger go through them as she realized that he was carefully backing her into a corner. It didn't take much, most girls who turned to prostitution weren't exactly the brightest bulbs in the box. He curled his tail tip a little bit and pushed himself up onto his feet before gesturing towards the door.

"I think you had better leave now, miss. It wouldn't do for you to get picked up on such a scurrilous charge." Skize drawled out and tilted his head to one side as he pulled the door open for her. "I'd be more careful in the future."

The dragoness clenched her jaws shut for a moment and narrowed her eyes in anger before she stalked towards the door. "This is the last time I service a dragon. You're just as bad as the other drake who pulled this shit." She snarled at him and started to storm past him.

Skize stiffened and jerked his head back. His body reacted before his mind came back online and he snagged her arm. "What drake? Was it a red one?" He hissed and tried to pull her back.

The whore gave her head a jerk, "We don't talk about our clients. Even the ones that skip the bill."

"I'll pay you, twice what you were going to get from just serving me for the night." The drake breathed out as his chest started to pound a bit faster. This was the first he'd even heard of his brother since he arrived here!

"Twice?" Natasha flicked her tail back and forth lightly. She made a show of trying to think. "I suppose I could take that. But not here. I'm already overdue as it is."

The drake dug in his pocket for his money fold so he could peel off several bills, "I'll pay you half now, but you get the other half when you meet up with me again. Is that a deal?"

The girl took the money and carefully folded it up and slipped it into one of her pockets with a sly sinful little grin on her face. "I think that's a fair trade. We'll meet down at the Jazz club two doors down. Tomorrow night around 9, alright?"

"Yes, I'll be there at 9." He narrowed his eyes a little bit and flicked his tail tip against the ground. "You had better be there."

"Oh darling, don't you worry about that." The dragoness winked one glittering eye and let out a purring laugh. "I'd love to have a chance to see you again. I have a weakness for your... type."

With that, Skize was left staring at her swaying rump as she sauntered down the hall. Part of him was amused at her last comment, but the rest of him was suspicious. There was a chance, more than a chance, that she'd made up the comment about a drake like him, but he wasn't willing to risk it. If she had seen his brother or heard about him or knew where he was he'd find out. It was going to be a long night and an even longer day waiting until their assigned meeting. With a sigh he rubbed his eyes and turned back to his hotel room. A drink would still his nerves and hopefully give him some time to calm down before he had to sleep.

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The 'jazz' club turned out to be less than a jazz club and more of a strip club when Skize wandered into it around the assigned time. It didn't bother him, it gave him some eye candy as well as a chance to find a seat off on his own. He'd only had to wait a few minutes before the dragoness that had served him the night before had shown up and wordlessly slipped into the seat across from him with a grin on her face. That had been the only thing that would have distracted him from the sight of the white dragoness that was performing amazing feats of gymnastic skill. It had certainly caught his eye as she showed off just how flexible she was.

"We need to wait a bit. I had to find the fella that knows all about this." She gave him an apologetic smile while stretching her legs out. "It shouldn't take too long."

"I thought you knew about the drake." He frowned a bit, but his eyes slid back to the stage when he saw a glitter of white scales.

"Oh I do, but he was the one that last saw him that I know of. He'll be able to answer your questions." Natasha murmured and called for a waiter so she could get a drink. "He left me a message that he'd be here soon. He's normally always here anyway."

Skize gave a jerk of his muzzle before going back to watching the shoe. His irritation was rising that he had to wait longer when it was clear the whore wasn't about to offer him anything more than a few empty promises that someone was coming. His tail flicked back and forth along his ankle while he tried to keep his attention on the stage rather than on the nervous energy that made it hard to hold still.

"You know, if you keep twitching you're gonna twitch right off that chair." Natasha grinned as she spoke, and he snorted in response. "We could go work the twitches out. This place keeps a nice back room, you know. Private and sound proofed."

"You're making enough money off of me as it is." He turned his head and gave her a long look before smacking his tail against the edge of his chair. "We're waiting for your so called informant."

"I can tell the bartender to pass on the message." The dragoness stood up and winked brightly. "C'mon, a free blow job. You don't gotta pay a dime as long as I get to wrap my mouth around you again."

Skize snorted and glanced back at the show and the dragoness that twisted herself along the pole so that her entire body was stretched out. The powerful belly muscles rippled and tensed beneath the smooth polished scales. He was worked up, tense and restless. The proposition of going into the back room for a bit of fun before he had to delve into serious business was appealing after all. His loins got the better of him and he stood up with a nod of his head and a gesture for Natasha to lead the way. Her smile only grew larger as she stood up and gestured for him to follow.

At least the girl had a nice ass to follow. He tilted his head down to look along the curved rump and rumbled softly in approval. It swayed back and forth lightly while the base of the tail moved from side to side over the covered cheeks. The soft padding of feminine softness made it easy to momentarily forget about his brother. It wasn't that he was unconcerned, it was simply his mind tended to stick to one track at a time, especially when his loins were involved. His tail flicked back and forth and a soft growl started deep in his throat at the idea of that suckling tight maw wrapped around him again. His thoughts fogged over as she pushed her way through a nearly hidden back door and into the darkness of what appeared to be a private dance room.

"Here it is, I told you they keep rooms back here." Natasha purred warmly and turned around as he followed behind. Her tail swirled along her legs and he lifted his head up a touch higher with his nostrils flared.

"So you did." He murmured and tilted his crimson head to one side. "And a lovely room it is, though I didn't come back here to look at that."

"No you didn't.." Natasha and let out a trilling purr in her throat. "I know exactly what you came for..."

Skize took another step forward, his head lifted up eagerly and his hands already going to his pants when a large rough hand dropped down grabbed the back of his neck before yanking him upwards, "HEY! What the fuck?!"

The dragon snarled and kicked his legs out while moving his hands back to try and wrap around the wrist that held him. His teeth were bared in anger and his fingers encountered a thickly scaled wrist while he was tugged backwards against a large feeling chest and body.

"Heh, settle down boy, ya ain't goin' no where." A deep rumble came to his ear while he kicked harder and tried to strike backwards. "Good work, darlin', I figured you'd be able ta lure him here. After all, brothers know each other real well, dontcha?"

"Oh yes.." Natasha purred from where she was standing with a grin curling the edges of her muzzle. "Skize never could think straight when he saw a wiggling ass."

"What the hell are you two talking about? LET ME GO! Who are you!" The drake twisted his head, but suddenly there was a rough shove that sent him tumbling forward.

His feet tripped over each other and he went down hard with his chin smacking right against the hard floor. The dragon sucked in a breath of pain as his teeth clattered together and he bit the tip of his tongue hard enough that he let out a short yelping cry of pain. He sucked his tongue into his mouth and rolled over onto his rump to glare up at his attacker. And found himself staring at a pair of thick powerful looking legs wearing cut off shorts and a bare barrel chest that was covered with broad cream colored scales. And he looked up into the blunt large snout of an alligator who showed every one of his white teeth as he grinned down at Skize.

"Oh darlin', you don't know me? Well, you've been causin' a bit o' trouble fer me lately." The gator shifted back and a thick pink tongue flicked outwards to scrape along the rise of his lips. "Ah'm Jack, just Jack. An' I've heard all sortsa things about ya."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." The red dragon pushed his knees beneath him and pushed himself back up onto his feet.

"Aww Skize, you're just being difficult aren't you." The whore purred playfully and one of her hands moved to rub along the base of his tail. "You never were good at figuring stuff out. No wonder you're stuck workin' for me."

"I don't know what the fuck you're saying, whore." He snarled and bristled. "Get the fuck out of my way."

"Don't you recognize your 'brother' boy? I thought you'd at least be smart enough for that, but it looks like I must have been wrong." Jack drawled out and leaned back against the closed door. "Some o' my best work if I do say so m'self."

"My brother?" Skize spat out. "The hell are you talking about? Neither of you make sense, now leave me the hell alone before I call the cops!"

"Oh shut up, Skize, stop acting stupid." Natasha's hand moved along his tail and her body brushed against his side. "You were just as idiotic when you didn't believe me that our club house wouldn't sit right in that tree. Now stop embarrassing yourself and at least take a good look at me. And not just my tits and ass."

As she spoke Natasha moved around him with a swing of her hips. The slight roll drew his eyes naturally towards the curve of her ass and the base of her tail that swept over her rump cheeks. It seemed that every inch of her had been designed to appeal to him. Even the color of her scales was something that caught his eyes. They were nearly the same shade as his own crimson body, though they were just a shade darker and she lacked the gold under scales. The large gator leaned down and slipped a finger beneath the edge of Skize's chin and tilted it up so he was looking into Natasha's face. He was looking into her eyes as she stepped forward to the point that her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. It wasn't her breasts that caught his attention, though. It was the fact that the mild green eyes were locked on his own.

They were the same color of emeralds, though they boasted a flaw. The left eye was almost a solid gleaming color that drew him in, except for the lower left part of the iris. A single band of blue came out of spring grass green and stood out like a slice of the sky. A single band of blue that was just as lovely as the emerald and in no way a common marking. It wasn't a marking he'd seen on anyone except for his brother. Nathan had always been uncommonly proud of the extra color to his eyes. It had been something that made him appear a bit more interesting when compared to the normal colors that Skize had. It wasn't something he had ever seen in another set of eyes, and here they were staring right at him from over the delicate red muzzle of a dragoness he had spent an entire night fucking.

"N-Nathan.." Skize stammered and the dragoness' lips pulled back in a larger grin. "It can't be, what the fuck are you trying to pull?"

"Nothing at all. This isn't a stunt. I'm not that crude." One of her long fingered hands moved down to tickle just beneath his chin. The touch teased over the edges and he jerked backwards instinctively. "After all, I've come to... enjoy my life here so much, I believed that you could share a bit of the experiences with me. Well.. aside from fucking me."

Heat climbed to Skize's face and he snapped his jaws shut, "I don't believe it! This is some sort of stunt to try and get money out of me."

"Aww boy, ain't nice to be callin' yer kin a liar." The gator's hand moved to wrap around his waist. "I believe I'll have ta teach ya the truth of things for myself, mmm?"

"Unhand me! Let me out of this place and I'll forget this entire matter. The police will be on your trail. They won't look the other way when two of us are missing. Especially not with a trail leading right to this very door."

"I don't think so." The gator's fingers moved and trailed up along the curve of his chest. It tugged and pulled the material tight so that the buttons strained slightly. "You've got an' overblown idea over yer own importance. All poor Nathan got was you an' a few cops. Whaddya think they'll think after you've been here fer months an' leave? They'll just assume yer givin' up, that's what."

"I.. STOP THAT!" Skize felt a stab of shame as his voice came out high pitched and almost frantic rather then deep and forceful.

"What's a matter? Are ya goin' to be enjoyin' my touch?" Jack rumbled and the gator's thick fingers gave a jerking tug against the fabric of his shirt. The yank made his entire body press back hard against the chest of the reptile.

It didn't take much force to pop the buttons free of his shirt and the tearing sound was only relieved when the fabric spread along the gold scales of his belly. The thick clawed fingers didn't force the shirt off of him, instead the palm pressed down and started to press along the smooth curve of the belly. They played along his scales while Natasha stepped forward with a grin on her muzzle. The glittering scales along her neck caught the light. She moved her slender hands down and hooked right beneath the band of his pants and gave a light tug. The pull made his hips rock forward as the material was loosened up and she dropped down to her knees.

"I promised you a blow job, didn't I?" The dragoness who claimed to be Nathan grinned up at him with a coy little smile on her muzzle. He couldn't look away from the unique eyes, the eyes of his brother that grinned up at him as the dragoness tugged and pulled the pants downwards.

Skize flinched away automatically, but it didn't help things that the gator was moving his hand up and running his nails over his gold chest. It made his breath catch when he felt the nails pulling up along the undersides of his scales, but he couldn't get away from the touch. All he could do was stand there trembling with his eyes wide. The gator's other hand was busy behind him and he felt the broad fingers wrapping right around his tail base before forcing it upwards. The touch made him snarl out and he lunged forward. But that only made him more aware of the muzzle that was nestling up between his legs. The warm breath puffed out and tickled along his inner thighs so that a shiver ran down the length of his spine.

He stared down at Natasha, before he had wanted to see her looking up at him like that. Before he had wanted to feel the tongue working along his inner thighs and to the feel the tongue tip tracing over his vent. But now, all he wanted to do was pull away. The sight of his brother's eyes looking up at him with undisguised lust made it impossible for him to enjoy. And the feel of his tail being jerked up higher so that it was pinned flat right against the gators belly and the hips pushed up roughly against his own. It was a lewd grinding that forced the rough material of the pants to scrape against his bared rump cheeks, but more than that. He was forced to feel something more then just the ridge of the pants grinding up against him.

The ridge of the cock was pressed firmly against his ass cheeks, the only think keeping him from being able to feel the thing was the barrier of the pants. It made his stomach turn, but his body was starting to react despite the masculine grip behind him. And the sight of his brother's eyes watching him hungrily. Natasha's hands moved to either side of his hips and started to work the tongue tip with probing touches to wiggle and force the slit open. The tongue scraped right inside the inner membrane while he arched his back and felt his cock starting to push outwards. The little eager noise did nothing to help him while his cock tip started to slip outwards into the light. The walls spread open and puffed outwards as his cock started to push into the light.

"Oh look at that, darlin', must be enjoyin' himself." The gator rumbled and one of the hands moved down beneath Skize's tail.

"STOP THAT! I'm not i-interested.." He gasped the words out as a thick finger pushed beneath the base of the tail and curled forward. "PLEASE!"

"Beggin' already? That's not nearly so fun." Jack drawled out and the blunt claw pushed forward to press right up against his pucker. "Tell me, ya ever have a male beneath that tail?"

"That's none of your-" He started to snap out, but it ended in a short harsh groan as Natasha's hot tongue coiled itself right around the tip.

"Oh he did, sir, he enjoyed a few in college when he had enough drinks." The dragoness purred up and the words made him jerk backwards.

It was a horrible move on his part. He jerked backwards and felt the blunt claw tip spreading his pucker open and a harsh ragged cry burst out of his lips. Only Nathan had really known that. Only Nathan had been tight lipped enough that Skize had admitted his experiments. And Nathan, the dragoness, was pushing her muzzle over his emerging cock with greedy suckling movements and a whorish moan. He stared down in horror, but it was a horror that couldn't last under the attack to his tail hole. The dry finger forced itself inwards and peeled his flesh open until it was stretching wider and wider. He clenched the walls down in reaction, tightly pushing around the invading appendage. The hand around his waist slowed and the claws dragged along the abdomen with a rough scrape that left welts along his scales.

If he had been able to think he could have scramble away, but the hot wet mouth was busy clutching and pulling around his hardened cock. It suckled and pulled until it coaxed up a thick drool of precum that splattered out over the tongue. Natasha swallowed and gulped it down before working her muzzle again. Her head bobbed back and forth slowly, the deliberate movements of someone who had done it enough times to know exactly how to get the reaction she wanted. The drake arched his back and the finger curled inside of his ass and rubbed through him. His legs spread open wider and the muzzle pulled backwards as he let out a growling moan of pleasure as the long tongue circled around every last inch of him and tugged slowly towards his tip.

One of the hands behind him moved and shifted. The tugging movement rubbed along his ass cheeks as he let out a low helpless noise in his throat. The hot tongue around his cock kept him frozen, the pleasure and horror at feeling what had been his brother suckling and swallowing down his precum so eagerly. He only realized what the gator was doing when he heard the sound of a zipper being undone and something hot, heavy and slimy slapped down right against his ass cheeks. The muzzle around his cock tip pulled free with the tongue dragging up to scoop up one final thick drop of his precum before she grinned up at him.

"Mmmm, bet you'll love his cock. I did." She murmured and flicked her tail behind her and leaned backwards so that she was peering up at him.

The gator's finger slipped free of his tailhole as he tried to scramble forward and the hand wrapped back around his waist. "Oh don't worry, darlin'. I won't be makin' a little faggot out of ya. Never my intention, but we gotta start somewhere, now don't we?"

"I don't.. oh god.." He got the words out as the thick crown dragged itself down and left a slimy trail dribbling down along the crease of his ass. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Give Natasha her sister, of course." Jack dragged the heavy feeling cock backwards until the crown pushed itself up and wedged up tight right against his pucker.

"I'm not-AAAA" Skize's last words broke free with a sharp screeching cry as the thick cock tip forced itself upwards and pried the pucker open again. But this time it wasn't just a finger, it was something larger, thicker.

His walls strained open wider and wider while his back arched and the gator gave another short buck upwards. A thick hot sticky drop of cum splattered inside of him so that the next firm push upwards came with a squelching noise as it was forced back out again. The drake struggled and twisted against the hold on his belly, but it was useless. He couldn't break free of the grip around his belly as inch after thick hard inch was pushed inside of him. The walls strained open and clenched down until he heard the gator let out a pleasured growl before there was a sudden buck up and the hand yanked down around his waste. The cock slammed inside of him, every obscenely thick inch, with a wet squelching noise and the hips shoved up against the curved ass.

Skize opened his eyes and let out a whimpering cry, but he found himself staring at Natasha's form sprawled out a few feet away. Her legs spread open and her fingers slipped between them as her eyes watched them avidly. He could see her fingers curling right along the soft outer lips and pushing into her snatch. The pushing rub of the fingers plunged in deep and started to spread the walls open wider and wider. It was an erotic sight that made his cock pulse, but it didn't take away from the feel of his walls spread open so wide that he felt as if he was about to be torn in two. His walls contracted and suckled around the cock while the thick precum drooled into him, viscous and slippery until it was coating his inner passage.

"Rrrph, almost as tight as your brother, darlin'. But not quite." The gator whispered in his ear. "Poor think, yer seemin' tense. I think we should take care o' that eh?"

Skize wanted to say something, he opened his muzzle to snap out a demand to be let go, a plea to make it stop, but instead the edge of a glass bottle was shoved into his muzzle. His head was jerked upwards so the bottle was tilted backwards and a sudden sharp acrid flow of alcohol flooded his muzzle and throat. He tried to choke and spit the liquid out, but the choice was taken away from him as the hips dragged backwards and the glistening shaft yanked backwards and pulled from his passage. His muscles were stroked tugged and teased and his instant reaction was the gulp down the burning liquor. It spilled down his throat, herbs clung along his tongue and along his throat leaving a trailing rush of heat forming deep in his belly.

As soon as he gulped it down he could cry out as the gator immediately drove himself forward again and the cock speared deep into his passage. His walls spread open again around it and his tail ached from being pinned down at an awkward angle.

"On all fours now, don't want ya fallin' down, eh?" Jack growled in one ear before the alligator's greater weight shoved him forward.

Skize let out a snarling cry Jack rode him down and his knees hit the ground sharply before he was forced to drop his hands down against the ground. The cock pushed in deeper, deep enough that he could feel a bulb at the base grinding up against his already aching pucker. As soon as he was on all fours Jack pulled backwards and pushed forward again. A slow movement that stroked along his quivering muscles and forced a tremor of pleasure through him. A hint of it blossomed in his belly as the gator's hand dropped down to wrap right around his hardened cock and the large fingers curled tightly about it to give a squeeze. It made him give a sharp buck of the hips despite the sick feeling that he was being violated.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the thrusts built up and his body rocked beneath the gator's. The powerful scaled hips slapped up against his own at the apex of each thrust that forced the cock deeper into him. The ache started to fade away, but what replaced it was horrifying. It was a pleasure that grew as his walls quivered and clenched down around the thick meat. He pulled and squeezed as if he could coax the precum to spill out faster and deeper inside of him. He let out a shallow panting whimper and rocked his hips backwards, just enough that when the gator pulled back he could hilt again. The strokes rubbed over a place inside of him that made his cock pulse and jump against the scaled paw that rubbed back and forth. Thick strands of precum flung out of the tip splatter against the ground.

He didn't want to enjoy it, he didn't want to accept it. He wanted to scream and rage, he wanted to fight his way free, but instead he found himself panting in short shallow bursts. His jaws gaped open and the heat that rushed through him made his body feel swollen with need. He arched his back up and felt the gator's hot tongue dragging against the back of his neck as the hips continued to work. Why was he wanting this? The crown that plunged inside of him seemed to find new places to caress and rub, places that made him hump back and forth into the hand. His own precum coated the fingers while his cock grew more swollen and sensitive by the moment. It was almost painfully sensitive as he whimpered out and let out a throaty moan. He tried to stop it, but he couldn't.

The gator's free hand moved up and gripped his muzzle and forced Skize to snap his jaws shut before his head was tugged downwards. It was lowered until he was staring beneath himself with his chin tucked up against his chest. He could see the green-black hand that gripped his cock, he could see the drooling strands of precum that constantly dribbled from the tip. He could even seen flashes of violet-red gator dick being dragged out of his abused passage and pushed back in. But it became obvious that something was happening. Something horrifying. As he humped helplessly into the cock, he watched his tip barely pushing out of the end of the fist. Each thrust forward seemed to find less of himself being held.

His stomach twisted in fear, but it was a fear that died with growing need as the gator deliberately dragged his tip along his prostate and the drake gave a sudden jerking thrust forward. The swell of his tip pushed over and over against the palm as he began to rock his hips desperately. He knew his cock was growing smaller. He could see it shrinking instead of swelling as he hammered forward and threw his weight harder and harder forward. But the more he thrusted into the hand, the more he pushed back and impaled himself on the too large shaft. His body trembled while he started to change, started to shift and he didn't care.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard Natasha moaning out. He couldn't see her, but he could hear the soft noises of her breathing speeding up. He could hear the wet sound of her fingers as they worked to keep her on edge. It was just one more distraction as he watched his cock softening slightly, but the pleasure didn't stop. It only increased. His entire body started to soften and become less hardened. He whimpered out under his breath and let out a harsh groaning noise deep in his chest. The thick dribble of precum rolled over the fingers while he curled his fingers down against the floor. He tried to brace himself and the hot tongue dragged upwards along his neck.

He forced his head away, he didn't want to see what was happening to his cock. It was impossible, but his cock continued to grow smaller and smaller. As his head lifted up the tongue moved up and flicked right against the curve of his cheek. The saliva smeared over his scales as he whimpered and pushed back against the gator. His body was pulsing in time with his rapidly beating heart while he felt the edges of his muscles starting to soften. He stared down at himself to look at his forearms while the softness started to form there. His fingers grew less broad, and thinned down while he helplessly started to hammer his hips into the hands that fondled and stroked his changing cock. ; The gator let out a short sharp snarl as the hips bucked forward and started to move in faster shorter blows. Skize's stomach tensed up and he let out a shallow cry as his legs spread open wider and wider as he felt the walls straining open wider. The bulb at the base messily popped in and out of his passage, squelching noises that forced the precum out from around the opening and drooled along his inner passage. His walls clamped down tightly and one of the gator's hand moved down to rub right along his chest. His chest, the fingers that bit down against what should have been muscled and suddenly dimpled in against softness he had never experienced before. They dug in and squeezed all the way up towards the apex until the fingers caught against his nipple. His thickening nipple. It was too much.

The drake's jaws spread open, his tongue lolled out as he let out a high pitched cry, one that Natasha echoed from her spot on the floor. His body shuddered and suddenly a hot gush of thick creamy seed spilled into his violated anal passage. The walls clutched and squeezed as his own meager cock tried to pulse, he could feel something dribbling down over the edges of the fingers in a thick ooze. They spilled down over the edges while he bucked his hips helplessly. His stomach rippled and shifted, rapidly changing, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that thick spunk that was being splattered deep into his passage and forced out around the edges. The drooling spill rolled down along the outer edges of his ass cheeks.

The fingers slipped away from his cock, the shrinking appendage twitched as the drake dropped his head and gasped out. The hand didn't leave his body entirely instead it moved up to join the first and squeezed along the plump orbs that had started to form along his chest. The fingers squeezed and kneaded against the softness, one hand dry, the other hand thick with wetness that was being smeared against his scales. The heavy bodied gator let out a rumble that vibrated right along the rise of his spine while the weight settled against him. The fingers kneaded and squeezed while Skize became aware of the pleasure the light kneading gave him.

"Mmm welcome to the family, sister dear." Natasha whispered in short harsh pants and Skize jerked his head up just in time to find his lips meshing with that of his former brothers. The tongue plunged into his muzzle and swirled against his own.

"Mmm oh that is just too damn pretty, darlin'..." Jack rumbled and the cock gave a little twitch so another hot spill belched out of the tip and oozed into his body. Natasha's tongue pulled out slowly and she leaned back to lick her lips.

"G-get.. offa.. me..." Skize panted out and the words came out soft, whispery and almost high pitched as he lifted his head.

"Now why would I do a thing like that." The gator drawled out and the fingers gave a kneading squeezed before they pulled up hard against him and gave a sudden jerk.

Skize stifled a low moan as he was hauled upwards, but the cock didn't drive deeper inside of him, instead it slipped out with a messy spill of pearly seed. It drooled along his inner legs and smeared him with it as the gator sat back and drew the drake into his lap. It wasn't until one of the hands slipped downwards that Skize realized what was wrong. The large fingers spread down where a vent should have been. Where the mess of slippery cum spread along the gold scales, it drooled down smoothly and coated over a set of puckered golden lips. The fine scales gleamed and caught the light and he had to view it all from between a set of round firm breasts that were smeared from the messy hand. The nipples were perked up and hardened, female. Oh god female.

"NO!! NO NO NO NO!!!!" She screeched out the words, only to have them stopped by Natasha's hot hungry mouth against her own.

The tongue twined with hers and swallowed the scream as the gator's hands kneaded along her newly formed folds. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, and the touch curled inwards and rubbed lightly. It made her entire body spasm and her stomach tense up while she arched her back and let out a moaning cry. The fingers swirled slowly, circling and shifting back and forth as they found what had been her cock. The proud spire reduced to a plump clit hidden between the folds as they were rubbed and teased. One of her sister's hands moved up and joined the gators on her breasts. The fingers stroked and brushed from the base all the way towards the tip. The light touch brushed over her nipple so that she was squirming between them.

Jack's finger was firm as it pushed forward and pulled back, tugging right over the sensitive clit so that she was squirming in pleasure. She'd never felt anything so good, so sharp, so instantly arousing. It was as if all of the sensation of her shaft had been compacted down into that one swollen nub. The swirling finger dragged downwards and brushed all the way towards her tail. The fingers spread her folds apart and she had no chance to protest. She could only kiss her sister, she could only twine tongues together and work against the lips while she let out a harsh groaning cry. Her body arched up between them and she trembled as part of her rubbed at the hands stroking her newly made body. Responded to it and writhed with her hips bumping back and forth. Her ass pushed back against the gator's lap. The slimy cock dragged right along the inner thighs.

She tried to fight away from the sensation of growing need that started in her loins and blossomed outwards, but she couldn't stop it. It wasn't something she knew how to deal with, but the gator and her sister knew very well. Natasha's tongue pulled back slowly and their heated kiss pulled away slowly. The dragoness' head glistened slightly in the light as she pulled back and licked her lips. The paw on her breast gave a slow squeeze until the finger tips caught right against her nipple and pulled outwards. The sensation of the thickened nipple being tugged made Skize arch into the touch and cry out. Her breathing came in short sharp gasps.

She tried to talk, she opened her lips to say something, anything, but the only thing that escaped was a throaty moan as the fingers on her newly formed folds curled inwards. She felt her virginal passage spreading open around them slightly before they pulled back again. The touch of the fingers slid to either side as the gator leaned back and licked against her neck again. A hot slippery touch that swirled all the way towards the curve of the jawline.

"Rrrr now dontcha wanna know what it feels like ta be filled so full? Can't you feel how bad ya want it? Need it?" Jack murmured teasingly while one of the fingers curled and traced the inner folds so that she jerked up.

"No shame in it, it feels so good. He's so thick. Just look at him, getting hard just for you. Because of your new body, wanting it.." Natasha purred and Skize couldn't help herself. She glanced down and gulped.

The crimson cock was already hardened again. The blunt tip oozed a thick syrupy dribble spilled over the edge and towards the base. It was already pulsing slightly against her inner thigh and she could feel it brushing higher. The fingers had parted the golden folds open wide and as the gator shifted about, her legs were forced to spread open on either side of the broad scaled thighs. The cock pushed up and rubbed right along her folds lewdly. It looked like she had a cock again, but not truly. Not when she could feel the glistening thick length rubbing against her and grinding against her outer lips. Not when she could feel her body reacting and tightening muscles she'd never had before because of it.

"Say you want it darlin'. Tell me ya want ta have it in you, all of it.." The gator all but purred in her ear as his hips rolled. The shaft rubbed and stroked along her outer lips. It gathered up wetness while she arched her back and was left staring blindly at Natasha.

Did she want it? No, she didn't. She was a male. She was a drake! She wasn't.... oh gods, he rolled his hips up and her entire body trembled with desire. She pushed herself down and felt her outer lips spreading along either side of the thick length.

"Y-yes... want it.." She managed to stammer, her treacherous tongue spilled the words and she heard Natasha prumming with pleasure and approval.

"That's a good girl.." The gator rumbled and the fingers bit in against her hips and gave a sudden pulling tug that raised her hips upwards.

She was lost in the sight of the shaft that was gliding along her lower belly and smearing precum that dribbles right along the inner thighs. The syrupy seed spread along the edges while she let out a short whimper. She had felt it under her tail, she had felt it plunging into her to the point that she could barely take it and now it only looked larger. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight, she couldn't look at her sister or ignore it, she couldn't do anything except watch and feel the tip dragging down all the way towards the vulnerable virginal folds. The fingers kneaded against her hips and gave a gentle squeeze against the plush curves. The feel of the tip pushed right up against the outer lips while she let out a ragged little moan when it grazed right over her clit.

The gator leaned back and she leaned forward against his lap as the broad crown pushed and spread her outer lips apart. Her body shuddered in reaction before the hips rolled upwards and the hands pulled her downwards with a firm tug. She could feel the passage open up around it, stretching and straining open wider and wider. Her lips parted and she groaned out as parts of her rippled and formed a tight seal around the tip. She was trembling against him and she hated herself for it. Hated that part of her was eager for this, but she couldn't stop. Not when the hips pushed up and sank deeper and deeper. The first brush of the spire caressed along her passage and smoothed long it. She could see her outer lips being spread obscenely wide around his tip, straining about him as he entered her.

She had barely gotten used to the head easing into her when the grip on her hips pulled her down and the gator pushed upwards. In a single thrust the thickened cock spread her walls open and she found herself wrapping tightly around him. Her back arched and her jaws spread open wide in a cry that was muffled by her sister's muzzle claiming her own in a hot kiss. Her walls quivered and clutched around the cock that pushed so deep inside of her that she could feel herself pressing down against his scaled belly. The hot drool of his precum spilled into her, but it was well coated with her own arousal. Every throb, every vein, every bit of the shaft found places that sent needy pleasure rushing through her. She pushed her hips down against him with a groaning cry and moved her hands up to wrap around Natasha.

She clutched her sister tightly as the gator's tongue licked along her neck and he drew himself backwards and pulled his girth out. The slow tug made her whimper and squirm as he found new places to tease inside of her. She wanted to push him back in and she pressed backwards only to feel the hands pulling her all the way up. The cock tip tugged right along her opening before popping out with a wet noise. Her walls clenched together around the empty sensation and she let out a muffled whimper of protest. She wriggled and whimpered against Natasha's lips as the dragoness' hands moved to cup her breasts and knead them. She wanted the gator back in her, she wanted to feel him plunging into her body once again.

Jake was all too happy to oblige her. The big male pushed himself up and her walls were spread open again while she flicked her tail up a bit higher against the gator's chest and belly. The cock tip rubbed and stroked through her, pushed and caressed so that she found herself writhing back against him. She moved her hands up to cup Natasha's ass cheeks and gave a squeeze while the plump breasts pressed against her upper belly and the other red dragoness nestled in close. One of the hands moved away from the left breast and dropped downwards to brush right between her legs. The slender fingers curled forward and flickered right along the sensitive clit so that she gave a jerking buck downwards.

The tip of the gator's cock pushed itself against her cervix, the pressure it's own sort of pleasure as she was left licking and suckling along the tip of Natasha's tongue. She was trapped between them, caught with them, and wanted them both. Her body was alive with need and it was a need that had nothing to do with wanting to fuck a dragoness. She wanted to feel the shaft rubbing and pulling her, stretching her as she pushed down right along the bulb at the base. The thickness mashed against her lips while Natasha's fingers flickered back and forth. The gentle swirling touch made Skize moan out hotly and started to move her hips up and down, trying to grind back against him.

Jack's hands moved to clutch against the edges of her hips and guided her movements even when she struggled to push down against him. The glans forced her open again as the gator's hips jerked upwards and pressed her more firmly against the curves of her sister. She clenched and squeezed around him, the mixture of her arousal and precum were drooling out along the edges of her folds and she knew they were coating around the finger tips. Skize jerked her head back and let out a sharp hissing cry while her jaws gaped open slightly and Natasha's low throaty laugh came as her response. The dragoness lowered her head and gripped one of the gold nipples between her lips in a hot tight suckling motion that made her walls clamp down tight.

It was too much, and she only wanted more. She moaned like a whore, she didn't care. She pushed herself back as the thick part of the base pushed upwards harder against the soft lips. He rubbed and forced the outer lips inwards before pulling back. The thrusts grew harder, faster, her body bouncing while her fingers dug down against Natasha's back. She tried to keep a good h old as she dropped her head down and licked hotly against the curve of the neck. The breath puffed out in short little pants while she arched and pushed herself back. Each time the bulb at the base pushed up against her outer lips they spread a bit more. They started to strain open and stretch while she struggled. Her body was stretching and kneading around the cock inside of her. She tried to suckle him in deeper even as she was half terrified of the thickness of the base.

The gator's large jaws spread open and gripped right against the back of her neck. The ivory teeth nipped and scruffed her firmly as his hips picked up speed and purpose. The tip mashed and hammered against her cervix as slowly she was forced to swallow the bulb at the base. Her walls yawned open wider and wider. Her muscles clenched down tightly and tried to stop it, but the gator's hands gripped harder against her hips. She lifted her head up from her sister's neck and felt Natasha's finger flickering demandingly against her clit. The other dragoness wanted her to react, wanted her to cum with the gator's cock driven into her cunny for the first time. And there was nothing Skize could do to stop herself. Nothing she could do to prevent the pleasure from building to a crescendo.

The gator's hips pushed forward and the thick swelling base forced itself into her passage with a wet lewd slurping sound and some of the wetness dribbled downwards. Skize's walls clamped down tightly and stared to squeeze and suckle around the shaft. She pulled harder and rippled along the passage while she let out a short moaning cry as the bulb started to spread open wider and wider. It strained the walls open to the point that she was almost afraid that she was going to tear, but somehow she held. And all that mattered was the pleasure. Her walls pulsed and contracted, squeezed and pulled around the too large girth that introduced her into what she now was. Her body twisted and pushed back against the gator as his hips bucked roughly against him.

Natasha's hand left her and her sister slipped back as Skize road out her pleasure and felt the cock pushed deep inside of her start to thicken so that the head was meshed up firmly against her cervix. The fingers dug almost bruisingly hard against her hips and kept her tucked in close against his loins. The head flexed slightly before the gator's snarling cry of pleasure signaled his own orgasm. The hot thick cum erupted out of the tip and flowed into her in powerful jets that she felt hit against her cervix. Each pulse flung the sperm rich seed into her as she writhed and twisted her hips back and forth. She pushed down against him and when she pulled up the thickened base kept her firmly in place, taking each and every drop of the goopy cum that was flung inside of her newly christened passage. And even that held pleasure for her as she moved her red hands up to cup just beneath the swell of her breasts. Her fingers dug into the softness and gave a gentle squeeze while she muffled a groan.

The gator continued to drool the viscous cream into her as he relaxed and one of his hands moved to rub right along the slender curve of her belly. Skize dropped back against him, her jaws still spread and panting shallowly as he stroked up and down along her stomach. It was joined by Natasha's hand as her sister slipped in close, almost snuggling against her, but in such a way that the aroused and wet folds were rubbing against Skize's leg. As if telling her just how much the show had been enjoyed. The former drake couldn't think of anything except the slightly dizzy pleasure that made her eyes half close. How could she think of anything else? All she knew was the relaxed pleasure that left her heavy lidded and relaxed.

It took a few moments before the pulsing shaft finally softened inside of her. The base softened slowly as her inner walls continued to flex and squeeze around it. The alligator moved his hands down and gave a squeeze against her hips before pulling her upwards. The movement dragged a sharp cry from her throat as the base popped out with a lewd wet noise and inch after inch of spent cock pulled from her body. Thick strands of cum spilled with it and she could feel some of the pearly drops clinging along her inner thighs as she tried to squirm and twist within the grip of the hands holding her. Natasha only made matters worse by grinding up against her and the other dragoness' full breasts pressed right up against her own. The tip slipped free finally and her quivering inner walls clutched around nothing, feeling empty and she pushed herself backwards with a little whimper of protest.

"Rrrr so eager for another fuck, already, hmm? I'll name you Silvia, I think. Yes, Silvia. And you shall be a matched set..." Jack licked her neck and leaned forward to capture Natasha's lips in a kiss. The pair of them pinned the new dragoness between them, a position that she had no intention of moving herself from.

Silvia swallowed and rolled her hips forward to grind her deflowered folds against Natasha's as her sister came in close. The pushing moving rubbing and spreading thick slippery strands of cum along one another's lips while the other dragoness made a whimpering noise against the pimp's lips. Silvia didn't think about what she was doing, she was beyond thinking about anything but the desire to feel. She rolled her hips back and forth as her legs hooked around the curved red hips. The pair of dragonesses so alike they might have been twins. Their bodies cut from the same mold, both curved and feminine, with plush rump cheeks and full inviting breasts.

When the gator broke the kiss and turned his head towards her she didn't fight the flick of the tongue that ran along the edge of her muzzle. "Now, sugar, we don't want ya getting too complacent. I think your sister is goin' to have to teach you how to behave when you're servicin' your master, eh?"

"Oh yes.." Natasha's hips squirmed forward and their folds kissed together, sharing the slippery gator seed that had started to leak from her. "You're going to love it, I promise."

"And tomorrow, we'll worry about what to tell the pesky police officers..." The gator's hand moved up and cupped just beneath one of Silvia's golden breasts and gave a firm squeeze. The fingers dug in firmly against the soft flesh drawing a soft noise from her throat. "Unless you'd rather leave... ?"

Silvia's cheeks colored slightly at the question. The offer to leave was one some part of her knew she should take, but her body was still flushed with pleasure. She still felt the slight ache between her legs that wasn't just from feeling the too thick shaft plunged inside of her, but from the desire to be taken again. To feel that pleasure again. She would do anything for it. Wordlessly she shook her head back and forth and ducked her muzzle down submissively. This was where she belonged now.

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