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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 69 - Mates

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_._ _

Chakal panted as she rode two dragons, gripping the front of the leather saddle tightly in her hands. A dragon and a drake, to be more precise, soaring through the skies on the back of a large drake, a dragon sitting behind her teasing her sex with the tip of his cock. She shouldn't be enjoying this, and wasn't. Her body however had had enough experiences with her Master to remember just what that cock could do to a mare, and moistened itself in anticipation. If there was ever a love hate relationship, this was it she thought.

She hated her Master for all the obvious reasons. He bought her, like an animal. Raped her. Treated her like he owned her, like a slave. Hated him most of all because he DID own her. She WAS a slave, in body if not in mind.

There were things she loved about her life. Being Tahet's handler and pet. She had always loved animals, the bigger the better, and they didn't get any bigger than Tahet! He was sweet, as long as he didn't consider you a threat, or food. She liked caring for him, polishing his scales. Even polishing his... she blushed and moaned, not sure if it was her thoughts or the touched between her legs this time.

"Hang on" said Master Rahmor, giving an order to his drake.

Chakal felt her stomach try and crawl out her mouth as the drake dived, swooping down to a clearing to land with a heavy thud, great legs absorbing most of the impact. She slammed down onto the back of the drake, and only after it was all over she realized her Master had pulled back from her. She let out a breath, not liking to think what would have happened if that has still been there. Her horn might heal any injuries she would have suffered, but it would have hurt like hell! The bottom-out to end all bottom-outs.

Tahet looked around with a rumble of approval. There was not much room in his mind for things, so only the most important ones stayed. MASTER of course. The EVIL that he fought and ripped and killed and slaughtered! His PET that he loved. His LAIR, although even now he couldn't remember WHERE it was, only that it was home and the source of much food, fun, and his MASTER. One of the other places he remembered was here. He knew what happened here, and looked around anxiously, flicking his tongue to taste the air.

Rahmor helped Chakal down, giving Tahet an order to sit and behave. "Stay with him, slave."

"Yes Master," said Chakal, still happy that the ride had not been as bumpy as it could have been. There was still the ride back. Who knew what her Master would do to her, or even once they got back. Sex was never far from any dragon's mind, and he could, and did take her whenever he pleased. She settled down, taking a seat on Tahet's foreleg and leaning against his chest. "Good boy," she said.

Rahmor greeted a well dressed green and black dragon that walked out from a group of small buildings. "Good afternoon, Emaldkin."

Emaldkin said, "It will be a good afternoon if your beast can deal with my troublesome princess."

Laughing, Rahmor said, "I am quite good at dealing with princesses. Especially stuck up bitches."

Chakal knew who he was referring to, and while she didn't like Sabeth at all, she still didn't like imagining what he must have been doing to the snobby mare since becoming Tahet's pet. She snuggled back against Tahet and listened.

Emaldkin shrugged, "If you say so. It took quite some time to find possible matches for her. You have no idea how much work it is to arrange these things." She pointed at Chakal, "Is that Tahet's new toy? Shouldn't she be muzzled and hobbled?"

Chakal tried not to react at the mention of being hobbled. Hobbling a horse meant putting a set of ankle shackles on them, but she wasn't entirely sure this dragon wasn't referring to something more drastic, or permanent.

"No need, she isn't going to run anywhere and Tahet likes the sound of her voice."

"Is that so?" said Emaldkin as he looked at the unicorn with a critical eye. "Would you run, if you could?"

Chakal glanced at her Master then back at the dragon and said, "Run to where, Sir?" She looked around, there really wasn't anywhere to run to.

"Run away. Escape. Get away from your Master."

Chakal ohed and looked nervously at Rahmor again who was watching impassively. She thought of being on the ledge. No way down, and inside there were dragon guards everywhere. Even if she got out of the lair, getting out of the city would be impossible. She didn't even know which direction home was, let alone know how to survive in the mountains for the months long journey back. It just wasn't possible to escape. Master Rahmor made that very clear right away. "I can't escape, Sir," she finally said.

Emaldkin narrowed his eyes in anger, opened her mouth, then paused and gave Tahet a look, then calmly said, "That was not the question I asked you, slave. If you were offered a means to escape, guaranteed to succeed, would you take it?"

Yes, yes she would thought Chakal, instantly. She would miss Tahet, and miss him a lot. She would feel bad about leaving the other mares. But a chance to go home, to not have to worry that she would be raped or beaten or sold to another dragon? Of course she would! What kind of question was that? But saying so would get her punished, wouldn't it? She knew dragons had some way of seeing lies. They just KNEW when anyone was lying. They rarely lied themselves, it seemed to hurt them, and they took a VERY dim view to anyone else trying it. She wasn't sure what would happen if she said yes, but she knew what would be done to her if she lied. She looked down, trying to find a way to phrase it but in the end simply muttered, "Yes, Sir."

Chakal stared at the dirt for long seconds before daring to glance up at the two dragons. Emaldkin was smug, but Rahmor was simply, unimpressed?

"See? She even admitted it, and you know how devious furries can be! How can you let her run around like that? If she were my slave she would have said no and very strongly! She should be trembling on the ground, begging forgiveness! You should be beating her severely."

Rahmor snorted, "If she was your slave, she would be useless to me. You beat all yours to the point of idiocy. You might as well kill and stuff them for all the use they are. They can't do anything but follow direct instructions. You've taught them not to let even a single idea or thought in their heads."

"It's better than letting them run around trying to escape!"

"No, no it's not. My slave Chakal isn't even trying to escape. She knows it's hopeless."

"But she still wants to! How can you call her well trained if she still wishes to be free of you?"

"Because she lived her whole live outside of dragon rule. Years and years of being told that her needs are the most important thing in the world. That she should do whatever she wants, be whatever she desires and never worry about what her race or government or the world needs. She was taught to be selfish and never learned the pleasure of fitting in, of serving others, of being served. It will take years of acclimation before she learns to think properly."

Chakal listened with a mix of pleasure and fear. She was relived to hear Rahmor defending her, and not punishing her. But the rest frightened her deeply. Years. What would she be like years from now? Years of obedience training. Years of being used and ordered and dominated. Would she eventually stop thinking of escape, stop wanting it? She couldn't imagine not wishing to be free again, but he seemed to SURE that she would. Was that just not understanding her, or understanding her more than she did herself?

Rahmor continued, "You can break them hard and fast, and for some that is the only option if they are too stubborn or stupid to learn. I prefer to train them slower. Bend them to my will so when they break it's a gentle crack as they fit into place, and not a shattering blow that leaves them useless. Chakal will serve me well. She is smart and has an intuitive grasp of how to deal with large animals. I don't WANT a slave that simply obeys my commands. I want one that can understand my goals and needs and come up with ways to best serve them."

Emaldkin snorted, swishing his tail. "Perhaps you have that luxury. You have so many slaves you can afford to take your time and train them. I don't have the time for that. I need obedience, not sitting around plotting against me."

"It's no luxury. Hobbling her wouldn't make her want to run away any less. It would make her want to run away more. If I want a unicorn in chains I have other, less obedient ones to decorate for my pleasure."

Waving a hand, Emaldkin said, "It would keep her from running if she tried, so you wouldn't need to worry if she wanted to or not."

"I do not think she will run. But if she did, she would be caught and punished, perhaps by being hobbled. But I won't do it before, not when she is behaving."

"Still... it doesn't seem proper to have her so... unrestrained."

Rahmor said, "You are welcome to go over there and tie her up, if you dare."

Tahet turned his head to look directly at Emaldkin, almost as if he heard and understood. He licked his lips.

Emaldkin swallowed slowly and said, "No, I don't think I will. Clearly she has done her job well. Perhaps too well, are you sure you still command his loyalty?"

Rahmor didn't even hesitate as he said, "Tahet! HOLD!"

Chakal twitched at the sharp word as Rahmor pointed right at her, and let out a yelp as the leg under her moved, throwing her to the ground and a paw came down over her, pinning her face down. She grunted under the weight, gasping for breath.

Tahet stood over his PET, holding her down. He didn't want to hurt her, but MASTER said a COMMAND and he had to make sure she couldn't get away. Was there danger? He peered closely at his PET, not seeing anything and looked back to BLUE in confusion. He recalled vague memories of fighting horrible insects. Sometimes helping the funny two-legs by killing a swarm before they were overrun. Other times ordered to let them die to go after a queen. He didn't always like what he was told to do. Didn't always understand. He did however, OBEY!

Rahmor said, "Tahet is MINE, not hers. He knows this. I make sure to fuck and dominate her in his presence just to remind him of her place. I'm sure he would never forget, but I take my duties with Tahet seriously. Tahet! FREE!"

Chakal erfed as the forepaw lifted off her, feeling her ribs creak as she got up and brushed herself off, gingerly settling back down against Tahet's chest and giving him a reassuring pat. She wasn't entirely sure if that was intended as a demonstration for the other dragon, or for herself. She pondered his words, remembering how often he ordered her to her knees to suck him and lick his feet. He was always so STERN when he did that, and now she understood why. Not just because he liked it, but to keep Tahet from getting confused.

"Well, enough time for chat later.. it looks like our guest is arriving."

Two dragons, a unicorn and a drake turned to see a second drake coming in for a landing.

Chakal oohed as she saw the drake coming in for a landing. She was like a giant butterfly, her wings having a fancy shape to them, her body a mix or red and gold and black stripes highlighting her patterns. The drake came down with a light touch, wings flapping to set her down almost daintily. Impressive for something that weight so much Chakal wasn't even sure how to estimate it.

Tahet perked, craning his head for a look at the female. Was that for HIM? He had been here before, and it was always for mating. He stirred bit, but a "SIT," from BLUE made him settle, grumpily. He sniffed the air and hissssed. HEAT!

"Come here, Chakal," ordered Rahmor, holding out his hand.

Chakal got up from her perch and came over to Rahmor, settling down to her knees obediently at her side. She had the urge to stick her tongue out at the dragon, but simply made herself pose instead. She did NOT need to be muzzled and hobbled, or broken! She would show that dragon that her Master was MUCH better at training slaves! Once settled she took a closer look at the new arrival. She squinted, guessing this was a female based on the lack of a bulge at the undertail. Males had fully retractable organs but even inside they still left a noticeable lump. This drake was missing that, and in general was sleeker and more streamlined than the heavily built Tahet she was so used to. She was no expert, yet, but she had to imagine she was quite a looker to other drakes.

Tahet would have whistled had he understood the concept, and had the ability. He did the next best thing and stood straight up and let out an appreciative growl. Now THERE was a female worth claiming! His eyes roamed all over her body, taking in every detail, every curve and line. Her wings mesmerized him for some time, and it took hearing her annoyed snort to snap him out of it. He bared his teeth in a dragon grin, his expression saying MINE. He WOULD have her! BLUE would let him fuck the BITCH, YES?

"Easy Tahet... you'll get your chance at her," said Rahmor, restraining the large teal drake.

The rider of the new drake finished settling and ordering her mount to stay and walked the distance to the other two dragons. She wore a wide hat that nearly covered her horns, tied to them with little leather straps, the rest of her clothes made of layers of colorful fabrics pinned together with gold and silver clips. She swished her tail as she walked, a ribbon wound about the end.

Chakal thought the rider must be compensating for how fancy her drake looked, but admitted that the outfit was very pretty, and wished she could wear something like that. Or anything at all! She squirmed, reminded once more of her nakedness.

"Rahmor, this is Syned," said Emaldkin.

Syned gave a curt nod to Rahmor, then looked over Tahet with a critical eye. "Hmmm. Yes, this one might do. Big, strong. Good lines, bright eyes."

Emaldkin explained, "Her drake is called Racha, and has been quite a handful. Before Syned came along she was nearly uncontrollable, and extremely stubborn. Nobody else could tame her, let alone ride her into battle, even if just doing border patrol and picking off scouts. It's thought that mixing her line with Tahet's will produce a good result. Her flying skills are unmatched, but her temperament needs a lot of help. We think an equal mix will work best."

Rahmor nodded, "I would have preferred advance notice. I like to prepare Tahet for such things before rushing him out."

Emaldkin said, "I understand. We had another drake lined up for her when she came into season, but she... refused his advances."

Syned snorted, "She bit him. In the dick."

Rahmor's eyes widened a bit and he glared at Emaldkin, "You want me to mate Tahet to a dangerous, out of control female?"

Emaldkin said, "It was only a little bite! A nip really. No permanent damage, once it heals. But the poor drake wont be any use in mating Racha any more. Their memories are not great but I'm sure he will be remembering THAT for the rest of his life."

Syned said, "It was partially my fault. I didn't like his rider, and Racha picked up on it. Got aggressive and defensive." She turned to face Rahmor and gave him a good look and nodded, "I like you though. You take good care of your drake I can see. Not many dragons would give such an expensive slave to their drake as a pet."

Emaldkin snorted a bit, "He can afford it."

Syned gave the green and black dragon a look and said, "Afford it or not, it's still an expensive slave to give to a drake. Now... Racha. I hate to do this to the girl, but she needs to provide a clutch for the war. She is a stubborn bitch, and needs to be put off balance a bit to give Tahet an opening. Once they start their dance, you're going to have to fuck me. Hard. Seeing her rider dominated by Tahet's should do the trick."

Rahmor grinned widely, "Oh, I think I can manage that."

Syned smirked, "I bet you can. You're lucky day. I usually prefer to be the one on top. Gives me the freedom to use my claws... and teeth."

Emaldkin said, "Perhaps she would be more receptive if you were taken by two males."

Syned and Rahmor both said "No" at the same time, otherwise ignoring the other dragon as they sized each other up.

Emaldkin hrmped and said, "I'll leave you to it then. I'll keep all the workers inside until it's over. Don't want any of them getting eaten or trampled." He turned on his heel and nearly stalked off at a quick pace, muttering about how he would make sure his slaves were ESPECIALLY obedient tonight!

Rahmor dismissed the other dragon with an absent-hearted wave, then turned serious as he looked over the two drakes. "She is a good flyer you say? Will she try and get away once Tahet turns his attention to her?"

Syned shook her head, "She won't abandon me here. She will stay and face him off."

"Good. Chakal! Come here. Stay behind me for the duration."

Chakal nodded, moving away from Tahet and settling to her knees behind the two dragons, positioning herself to keep the drakes in view.

"Well trained," said Syned. "Have you had her long? Most of the new captives are just starting to be moved them into the capital city for auction."

"I got several in the first week after the raids, so I have had her long enough to train her correctly. I'm quite proud of her."

Chakal wasn't sure what to think about that. She was happy that her Master was pleased with her. An unhappy dragon wasn't something anyone would want as an owner! But hearing one makes a good slave wasn't what she wanted to hear either! She had an up close view of Rahmor as he casually unbuckled his kilt, reaching back to hang it on her back, using her horn as a handy hook. She snorted but endured the humiliation, trying not to look at his ass, but failed and craned her head a bit to see around his wings. She didn't normally see this side of him when he was naked, and had to admit it was pretty hot. If only she could simply admire him and not have to bend over for the big male.

"Tahet! Go get her..." said Rahmor as he stretched and put on his best air of relaxed confidence.

Tahet perked and rose to all fours instantly, moving aggressively in the females direction. MINE!

Racha hissed and stood as well as the male approached her. She knew what was up. Had been here before. Bit the stupid male that tried to claim her. Weak. Useless. She wasn't about to lay eggs for HIM! She glared at this new one. He didn't have what it took either! She snapped at the air to scare him off.

Tahet didn't even flinch as the drake snapped at him. He flicked his tongue out at her condescendingly. He faced down hive queens MUCH bigger than she was, and with a lot more mouths! He wasn't about to let a few teeth get in the way of him and his FUCK! He growled back and leaped, not even using his wings, simply powering forward with his hind-legs to land in front of her, the ground shuddering.

Racha didn't back up, but did rear slightly, pulling her head back and rising to her full height. This male was stupid! He should be running away from her, not too her! She snarled and swung a forepaw at his head. She would hit him until he understood!

Tahet could have dodged, could have bit the paw or twisted his head around so she smacked the sharp points of his horns. He did none of these, and relied on decades of fighting experience, moving with the blow, turning his head to deflect it. He staggered, but only slightly, and stared at the BITCH with lustful eyes. It would take more than THAT to drive him off! She was HOT and he WANTED her!

Racha expected the big male to be knocked aside, or to attack her back. She pulled her forepaw back as instead he hardly reacted at all, as if the blow didn't hurt. For the first time she felt uneasy, looking at the light blue drake with a touch of respect. Then a noise drew her attention away. MISTRESS! She looked to see the ugly blue two legged thing pushing her MISTRESS to her knees! Her confidence rose, knowing what her MISTRESS did to males that tried to touch her! She let out a triumphant hiss, waiting for MISTRESS to get back up, but instead she stayed down, licking the ugly blue thing!

Rahmor hissed as Syned gave him a good licking, rising to full attention and wishing he could take his time with her, but they had the drake's attention now and needed to be quick. Still holding her by her horns, he spun her around on her knees, then shoved her onto all fours, crouching down over her, feeling her hiked tail press to his belly, and took her. Hard.

Tahet lashed his tail in pleasure as BLUE took the BITCH'S rider. He loved seeing MASTER put a BITCH in it's place. His eyes glittered as he saw the PRETTY hesitate, and pounced!

Racha flinched as the big blue drake suddenly moved, leaping at her! She dodged, moving to one side, realizing her mistake as he landed behind her and spun, coming down heavily on her back! She grunted at the weight, the drake was bigger than she was and she struggled to stay on all fours, knowing she would be pinned if she lost her footing. But with all four legs holding her weight she only had her jaws, and tail. She tried to snap at him, but every time she twisted her head to get at him he darted at her vulnerable throat and she had to pull back. She lifted her tail, trying to stretch it up to wrap around the blue's neck and choke him.

Tahet growled as he felt the tail snaking up and reaching for his neck. MISTAKE! He pushed forward and pressed his haunches up against the females rump, her tail hiked, no longer protecting her sex. His massive shaft slid outward, the member sleek and coming to a pointy tip, muscles running along the length making it prehensile, able to aim and poke.. and thrust.

Racha screeched as she felt something hot and wet press up under her tail, then enter her. She struggled, clamping down with as much force as she could, trying to deny him entry. But he was too big, too strong and slowly she felt herself invaded by his member. She clawed at the dirt, trying to pull away, trying to choke him.

Tahet hissed as he pushed, feeling the drake resisting him... pushing harder, feeling her slick, wet folds taking him in. He bit at the tail trying to choke him, taking it in his teeth and pulling it away from his neck.

Racha snarled as her tail was bit, feeling the teeth grip it hard, several drawing blood. She snapped her head around, ready to go for his throat just as the tip of his cock poked her cervix hard. She staggered, feeling like that poke had slammed up into her spine, his cock reaching all the way to her head. Drake instincts took over and she felt her body collapse, falling forward onto her chest, fore-arms laying flat under her, submitting to the blue dragon on top of her, and in her. She growled, looking back in annoyance and frustration as he began to fuck her, forcing gusts of air from her nostrils as he moved, rough, strong, and dominant. Tingles of pleasure began to run up and down the length of her sex.

Rahmor hissed as he moved, kneeling behind Syned, grabbing at her breasts through the fabric of her outfit, hips pounding against her as she moaned and they watched her drake get claimed. He let out a growl, and let his cock spines harden and extend, just enough to give the dragoness a good scratching.

Syned nggghed and swore, crying out in pain. "Watch it" she hissed!

Rahmor nipped at her neck, "Have to give a good show now, don't we? Wouldn't want her to regain her composure and break free." he gave a few more teasing internal scritches before pushing forward, letting the motion push his spines flat against his shaft once more.

Syned hissed, but couldn't argue, and quickly lost herself in the pleasures once more, watching her drake do the same.

Racha let out a long winded moan as she felt the drake's member flattening against her tight ring, now pressing harder and harder, forcing it open so that slim tip could enter. She shuddered, feeling the drake roar above her, something hot filling her belly, making her head swim, the cries of her rider being taken further sinking her into submission.

Tahet roared into the air, climaxing hard... body reacting as he claimed his mate, no holding back, no mere playing with his pet.. but a full blown orgasmic eruption from nose to the tip of his tail, and every inch in between. He shuddered and rocked.. then finished.. sliding back onto his rump to sit, slightly dazed as his head rocked back and forth in blissful pleasure.

In the field, Racha twitched, feeling the drake pull out of her and growled, knowing he had given her eggs, and lots of them. She cocked her head, looking behind her at the smug drake. He had beaten her. Mated her. Hard, fast... and quick...

Tahet murrred in hazy pleasure, until a gold and red mass slammed into him, knocking him onto his back with a crash. He shook his head to clear it, looking up at a very angry drake pinning him down. He hissed, feeling his member trapped between their bodies, then squirmed as the drake BITCH rubbed against him, keeping him hard and pressing down to sit on his shaft. He struggled. He was done! He fucked her! She was HIS!

Racha hissed in pleasure as she felt him slid into her, and began to ram her haunches down against his, over and over. She was NOT DONE! She WOULD FINISH! Her jaws closed around Tahet's neck, enough to keep him pinned, but not enough to hurt him. She couldn't fuck a dead drake!

Tahet shuddered and bucked under Racha, struggling as she pounded on his sensitive cock. It was always so TINGLY after he fucked, and he didn't like using it right away so soon! He panted, feeling teeth on his neck, and pinned, relented and let the female take him, teeth gritted from the overstimulation.

Racha snorted and hissed, feeling hotter and hotter, taking HER time now... as long as she needed.

Rahmor let out a panting chuckle as he watched, nodding.. good.. just what the drake handlers wanted from them. He felt his own cock twitching, close...so close... and sensed the dragoness under him tensing. He knew what she was planning, and wasn't about to let her get away with it. He turned his head with a smirk...

Syned felt the cock slamming into her harder and harder, but could sense the dragon tremble above her, knew in moments he would cum, and she would have him on HIS back, and by the balls! She twitched herself, but held back, determined to out-wait the male ravaging her sex. She hissed, almost.. almost... and just as she knew the male could hold it no longer, something wide, flat and oh so soft pressed to to her clit! She shuddered and dropped her head down to see the white shape of a unicorn's head, the rest of her on her back so she could press her lips and tongue to... "Ohhhhh.... nggggh.... ahhhhhhhhfffucuuckkkK!"

Chakal licked and kissed, hoping she got the whispered instructions right. The two dragons cried out and thrashed above her, making her nervous, but she continued to lick and work as best she could, tasting female juices, then the familiar taste of Masters cum as it leaked out.

Syned shuddered in orgasmic pleasure, and groaned.. feeling the dragon, and that tongue pulling away from her. Crap! She rolled onto her side and looked up at a grinning blue dragon, and gave a half-hearted harmph. "Damn... I'm going to have to get me one of those!"

Chakal blushed, then jumped as a pair of roars echoed across the valley.

Racha howled as she came, finally! She rode the blue, humping him hard as she shuddered over and over in climax, feeling the blue spurt into her once more.

Tahet groaned as he came again, so soon after the first time. He felt his cock pulse as it was squeezed tight in the BITCH'S sex, then slowed, recovering quicker and pushed, shoving her over, ready to pounce and teach her a lesson!

The two drakes rolled over to their sides, and then slumped, both suddenly exhausted, laying side by side, limbs all tangled up.

Tahet panted, deciding he had enough and just rested his head on the ground.

Racha purred, a deep rumbling reverberating as she nuzzled at the big blue. So tired. She could bite and claw at him later.

Rahmor nodded in satisfaction, "That went smoothly. Doesn't seem to be any serious injuries, and the drake breeders should be pleased. A nice half and half breeding."

Chakal cocked her head at the phrase, looking up at her Master questioningly.

Rahmor nodded and motioned at his cock, "Clean me while I explain."

Chakal nodded, shuffling forward on her knees, her mouth opening as she took her Masters cock into her muzzle. The size was always a challenge, but she managed.. sucking and licking him clean, then moving to his balls to make sure to lap him until they shone, repeating the process as he spoke.

"Drake matings are not like furries or dragons. The dominant drake in a mating pair passes on more of their qualities than the submissive one. Usually it's the male, as females are rather helpless when a male gets their cock deep enough from behind them. Powerful instincts kick in. But females can, and do pick males to mate, and if they can get on top, they can turn the tables so to speak. The hatchlings would then be much more like the mother. With both of them getting a turn, the hatchlings will be an equal mix."

"Mmm-hhhhmmph," said Chakal as she went down on Masters shaft once more, pursing her lips tight as she pulled back to suck it clean. She licked her lips, "Thank you for explaining, master. How long.. will they be like that?"

Rahmor said, "A few hours perhaps." He looked at the fancy dragoness still laying on her side, "Seems like we have time to kill."

Syned nodded, and smirked, "I suppose a rematch is in order. But only if your pet joins us for all of it... you can't pull THAT trick again!"

His tail swishing, Rahmor nodded, "Deal!" He pulled an eeeping unicorn mare to her hooves, and slid his hand between her legs, spreading her folds. "Ever taste a unicorn before?"

Syned eyed the fur-lined pussy with appreciation, "No... but it looks tasty."

Rahmor chuckled, "It's not at all like other equines. Quite unique. Let me show you the best spots..."

Chakal squirmed as two dragon tongues descended on her, and in her... "Oooooh!"