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Rhythms of Lust and Life:

By: Wisty

Ugh, the cold. Why did it have to be so cold? It was always freezing cold whenever Dominique wanted to hit the clubs, but tonight it was even more so than usual. Of course, her sister had always been a bit of a hot-blooded dragon, which was perhaps the reason she was so willing to go to the clubs. It didn't really matter though, because it was cold, and that was all she could think about. "Neeka, why do we have to go_tonight_? Surely you can hold onto yourself for a few more days? Hell, I could even lend you some of my toys to sate you for a few days."

"But Junie, you know that it's just not the same!" she replied in a sing-song tone, the busty dragoness practically prancing alongside her sister, her black scales shimmering in the moonlight as her heavy bust swayed unrestrained in the night air. She snickered a little more before draping a warm hand around her sister's shoulders, pulling her close. "Besides, I'm the one hunting for satisfaction tonight, not you. _You_didn't have to not wear clothes, you know. Now come on and quit complaining; the club's not that far away, and it's sure to be warm."

"I know where the club is, Neeka. We've been there before." Juna growled quietly, just nipping at the dragoness' hand with her pearly white fangs, her creamy orange skin bristling a little as she shivered. "Anyway, I never said I wasn't going to hunt either, but I just don't have quite the same fire that you do to warm me up. But if you don't find someone appetizing, I'm going to have to nibble you up, sweety. A girl's gotta eat, after all!" She padded along the cool sidewalk, her wings fluttering behind her as she tried to stop shivering long enough to at least seem comfortable.

She'd never really enjoyed clubs quite the same way that her sister, Dominique, did. They were usually too loud and too impersonal for her tastes, and it never failed that some creeps would end up hitting on her by the end of the night. It was fortunate that even creeps had their place, and it was often within the tight confines of her body; though it often failed to sate all of the hungers she harbored when hunting. Maybe tonight she'd be a little luckier, or at least her sister would have good enough taste. Sighing quietly, she squinted and peered into the distance, a faint neon display flashing and flickering in the cold air. "Finally."

Picking up the pace, the two females sauntered their way to the club entrance, garnering a few stares from the crowds waiting in line. The bouncers, a burly stag and a smaller, timid-looking mink gave a nod or recognition as Dominique cut the line; it paid to be well known, Juna supposed. The bouncers simply gave the usual greeting of "good evening" before opening the doors for the pair, the thumping bass assaulting their ears the moment they entered the foyer.

The entrance was usually pretty packed, but the night had just begun; a few furs milled about here and there while a thin blanket of fog crept its way up the shallow flight of stairs leading to the entrance. Lasers flashed and cut intricate patterns through the misty air of the club, gyrating and undulating in time with the hypnotic rhythm of the DJ's beats. It was surprisingly quiet tonight too.

The normally lively dance floor was barely occupied as well, but that was to be expected for seven o'clock on a Saturday; the club had just opened barely an hour ago, and the bar's specials didn't start until eleven anyways.

"Hey, Junie, I'll meet you at our reserved table, ok? I'm going to go see if there are any warm bodies about on the dance floor."

"Sure, Neeka. I'll see you there. I'm going to get some drink, if that's..." Juna trailed off, seeing only the plump hips of her sister vanishing into the misty room, her busty silhouette occasionally being highlighted by a rogue laser. She smirked; it was quite like her sister to barely take a moment to consider anything before rushing headlong into it, but it was a refreshing change from her own constant calculation. Looked like she'd be getting her usual fou-drivers since she hated the way the alcohol made things taste. Fortunately, the tonic water with the orange juice was bitter enough to fool most people into thinking it was actually alcoholic, and with oft-amusing consequences.

She sauntered across the floor, skirting the actual dance-floor by a wide berth, though her orange hips swaying hypnotically to the beat. She was sure to garner more than a few stares, and she could swear she already felt the hunger welling inside some of the lonelier males on the floor. Her paws idly padded against the smooth floor in time to the music, the tile nice and warm to the touch.

The chrome barstools glistened in the pale blue running lights that denoted the potential hazard of inebriation, waiting to claim more victims. The countertops were smoothed obsidian, glistening in stark contrast to the shimmering metallic trim and the mirrored bar shelves lined with booze. As she approached, the bartender gave her a smirk and a nod of recognition before reaching under the bar to grab the orange juice from the mini-fridge. "Sister on the prowl again, Juna?" He cackled gleefully. "It's not often I get to have the company of two gorgeous ladies at my bar at the same time."

"Yeah, you know the routine, Rael. It's sad that I don't even have to tell you my order anymore, isn't it?"

"Well, someone's gotta support your sister on the way home. Though let's hope tonight she doesn't drain me of all of my bourbon. I never go through that much aged 'fuddy-duddy' booze, but she can sure put it away." He chuckled a little more, just setting the glasses on the counter with a small clink, the orange juice swirling slowly in the bottle-necked glasses with bits of pulp scattered throughout.

Smiling quietly, Juna picked up one of the glasses and took a small sip, the bitter liquid rushing along her palette and into her maw, making her smile in satisfaction. "Hmm, well, that might be the case usually, but tonight I'm also looking to find a friend, shall we say? So, instead of you giving us the drinks for free, I'm hoping he'll buy them for me and you can gouge him for them. Only the finest for a true lady! Right, Rael?" She smiled again, her tail swishing idly behind her as she picked up both of the drinks and slowly turned on her heel, the bartender giving a small nod of agreement.

"Yeah, not that we don't love your business - you do tip quite nicely at the end of the night, but... it's always nice to double-dip, I suppose. Enjoy your drinks, and I'll be sure to have your standby ready for when your beaux comes to visit."

Juna simply nodded, scanning the floor for her sister but with little luck; with the obsidian and mauve dragoness floating around in a darkened club, she could be a shadow at times, which often meant for surprises to unsuspecting partners; it was always amusing to watch. She navigated her way back to the table with no semblance of haste - there was no reason to rush, really, especially since Dominique wouldn't be done for some time yet, and being at the table for too long usually seemed like an invitation to flirt or talk.

The path was carved in her mind now, easy and quick to actually navigate; three steps to the left after the first support beam, then a ten second walk to a small flight of stairs. Ascend the stairs, and there in the corner would be her table, reserved for her underneath a bright blue light. The lighting was what made it her favorite spot in the whole club; that and the fact that the padded barrier often devoured most sound from the DJ's station, which was nice when he played obnoxious dub step or even house music. It wasn't that she hated it, but it was very grating when she was alone and without conversation.

Wiggling her hips quietly, she just tucked her tail underneath her, the thick appendage tucking nicely between her legs to curl around her legs beneath the table. These cushions also were quite plush, making it extra easy for her rather supple-hipped figure to slip into them. It was quite nice too, especially since there was a vent near this particular table that kept the corner toastier than other places in the club; had her sister had her way, she would have been camping by the door, scoping out any prospective snacks as they entered the club, but... it was far too cold to do that.

She placed her drinks on the table, the thick glass bottoms chinking quietly. She sprawled back against the booth's back, lazily lifting one of her drinks upward and swirling it in her hand, as if inspecting a fine wine. "Oh, Neeka, the things I do for you. You're probably going to get drunk, bring home a real troll and then we're going to have to deal with it for the next few days of him hounding us... so long as we actually let him..." She paused, ears flicking in annoyance as she heard something scuffling into the bench beside her, the soft cushions barely transferring any motion at all... but enough to disturb her perfect swirl.

Cracking her eyes open, she cast her glance sideways to see a rather large, buff otter grinning at her wolfishly, a hunger in his eyes tellingly belying any words he might utter. Why did they have to go after her?

"Can I help you?" She asked tersely, trying her hardest to show she wasn't quite interested in being disturbed at this particular time, but the male continued grinning.

"I think the question is, can I help a gorgeous woman like you? You should be out on the floor, dancing. Not sitting back here and hiding your beauty from the rest of the club. It's not polite to be greedy like that, you know. "His tone was oily, greasy and slick, enough to make her practically choke. He had a nice body, so she was sure that he was well practiced in his art of pickups, but she didn't want any of it... though... perhaps she could do the club a service tonight.

"Hmm," she began slowly, a little coyly, as if quite surprised at what a stud had stumbled across her. She giggled shyly and fanned her wings slowly as she shifted in her seat, her eyes locked firmly on his... which just so happened to have been fixated on her gently swaying bust. Just as she thought. He pulled his eyes back up with a toothy grin, shifting a little bit closer, and his arm reaching around her shoulders as if to comfort her.

He sighed a little, seeming quite sure of himself. "Aww, come on, hon. There's no reason to be shy now. I'm not going to hurt you or anything; how could I even think of doing such a thing to a creature as gorgeous as you?"

"Aww, I'm sure you say that to all of the girls you meet!" Juna giggled, putting on her best honeyed voice. She giggled, a little more in devilish delight than actual sincere giddiness as she caught the scent of something slightly more masculine filling the air. He was buying it.

Shifting a little closer so that his hand could "comfortingly" rest on her chest, he crooned quietly into her ears, his brown eyes twinkling in delight. "Oh, not at all. It's not often I've set eyes on someone as beautiful as you. None of the other girls in this club can even come close to comparing to what I see in you! Now... Perhaps I can buy you a drink, or... maybe invite you back to my place for some drinks?"

Juna smirked quietly, giving a playful flash of her teeth before purring a little. "Mmph, if you want sex, I... I have... a small confession. I simply adore being made to climax in public, sweety... so... I-if you can... get me to cum right here, I'll gladly follow you anywhere." She purred, her voice practically dripping with a lustful honey and excitement; fortunately, from the way his eyes lit up at the thought, she had him hooked. Not that he'd be able to see that her excitement was for something a little more sinister anyways, but it was at least a good use of her time, even if the otter was a little too "much" for her tastes. She preferred them to be more unwilling to serve her than this particular specimen was, but he'd sate her boredom at least.

"You really... want that, cutie? Mmm, how could I refuse such a request from such a gorgeous lady, I ask!"

"Then don't keep me waiting, babe. I need this!" She practically whined under her breath, arching her back a little to show off those voluptuous breasts, smirking in delight as she practically heard the otter's erection _pop_into existence. "U-under the table..." Juna whined, squirming a little more in her seat.

If the otter had moved any faster, she might have lost a perfectly good drink. She managed to save it with a quick grasp of her paw, simply tipping her head back to polish off her first as she felt the male squirming his way between her legs. Gingerly, she placed her drink back down on the table, and then used her free hand to idly grip the back of his head. A few, soft but clearly exaggerated pants filled the air as she pushed his snout against the base of her tail, ushering his attention to her tail hole first. "Mmph, a... a good rimming... gets me going so fast..." She purred in delight, feeling a hot gust of air brushing over her tight entrance.

This was going to be perfect. She tipped her second drink back, idly sipping at it as the otter muttered something, to which she just clenched her thighs around his head a little, grinding her scent into his muzzle. Though, perhaps she should have waited a little bit as she practically felt that blunt snout force her ass open as that tongue pushed in nice and deep. The little shit almost made her spill her drink!

She did give a genuine croon of delight now, though, especially with how nice and thorough the mustelid was being in his affections and attentions. His warm, slick tongue brushed around the tight sphincter, teasing and slurping here and there to get the passage nice and slick. Grinding her hips forward, she playfully ushered him to explore a little deeper, while the scent of his own arousal filled the air with an almost palpable musk. She grinned, uncurling her tail just a little from around her legs, instead rubbing between his own with soft, affectionate strokes.

"Mmph, beautiful babe..." she rumbled now, fanning her wings slightly as her eyes continued to scan the bar for her sister; of all the times she could come back now would be the worst, especially since Juna hated to share her meals. She bucked her hips once more, drawing a small protest form the otter as she felt more of his snout slip in past that tight, fleshy ring.

Uncurling her tail from around her legs a little more fully, she simply coiled it around the other's rather lithe waist a few times, more or less ensuring that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon while the tip continued to tease and tickle along that pulsing, drooling length. He'd been eager enough so far, she might as well coax him a little further along!

She tugged her tail back slowly, lining the very tip of her dexterous appendage with the tip of his drooling cock. She smirked, pushing forward slowly as the tip of her tail rippled as it was given a little pressure before the tip simply slipped open, the muscular sphincter spreading nice and wide to accommodate the otter's entire length with a single lewd slurp. He squealed and quite loudly too, enough to make her folds ripple in surprise and delight, the very lips of her sex beginning to glisten with honey.

He was good, at least. Her tail rippled once more before the vice-like grip of that fleshy tube simply began to tug and pull at that shaft, the peristaltic motion effectively milking the already aroused-beyond-belief male. His motions became more sporadic and erotic as he jerked his own hips forward, her tail greedily gulping down every drop of precum he could give her, and even slathering the length with some fluids of her own. Crooning quietly, she simply enjoyed the otter's ministrations for a few moments longer, being sure to tease her new prey, just wondering how much he'd caught onto... though from the fact he was pushing his head a little deeper into her cavernous ass, he must not have figured it out yet. Oh well. That'd make it much more fun for her.

Once his face was buried completely in her ass, she gave a small squeal and groaned in delight to tease him a little deeper, and it worked! He pushed with a little more ferocity, to which she only smirked and gave an equally ferocious clench around his head, the muscular passage tugging his entire head inside and trapping him there in the musky chamber. Through her soft, cackling moans, he could hear something gurgling ominously in the distance... but thought was pushed aside as a sudden spike of need welled in his balls, that tail giving a particularly hard suckle and pushing him to climax.

He whined, in pleasure and fear as he idly tried to tug his head free from that ass while his cock rippled and flared, spilling load after hot, sticky load of spunk into that greedily gulping passage. He could feel the flesh bulging around his hips as it devoured swallow after swallow of his seed, the plush, squishy tail growing softer and tighter around his hips by the second. His balls hurt from how good that tail had worked over him, soon his climax nothing more than lewd pulsations as his body had been drained completely of any seed.

"That's a good boy. Now, stop being such a man-whore, m'kay? I know us ladies don't really get a kick out of being hit on... but... Mmph, I happen to get a kick out of... well, I suppose you'll seen in about a minute." She snickered, giving another hard clench around his head, her ass pulling his neck in up to the shoulders, her stomach growling hungrily now. He'd pushed his hands up against her plush ass cheeks in an attempt to pry himself free, but a quick tug from her tail forced those too to spread her fleshy ring wide. She smiled now and purred, spreading her legs a little to ease his ascent to digestion.

"Be sure to kick for me too. It feels so nice when you squirm. Almost as nice as it does when my future lovers make you and all of my other meals jiggle. I love to have them admire what they'll become, and you've already shown you love my body." She teased, her ass devouring him slowly now, his arms, shoulders and chest slipping in inch by inch as her tail slowly pulled away from his hips. "So just relax and accept your new position as my body, babe. I'm sure I'll have many others to tuck away with you."

As if to give him a final tease, she reached down and rubbed at his back with a paw while idly slipping two of her fingers into her folds. She idly played with herself, rubbing and massaging the insides of her muscular sex, purring as she could feel his body bulging out the flesh of her nethers quite a bit, making the lewd massages all the more arousing.

Ripple after clenching ripple, his squirming, struggling body vanished into her ass, making her croon in delight as she pulled her fingers form her sex. Small droplets of honey coated her fingers, the drenath idly lapping at the very tips as her "lover" soon vanished entirely, the only remnant of him being a squirming bulge in her stomach and a small puff of air as she expelled what little air he'd managed to trap with him on the way in. Not that he'd need it anyways. Her stomach gave another gurgle, to which she only patted it.

"I suppose I'd better hide the evidence of our little encounter before Dominique shows up again. It wouldn't do to have to explain how I found a snack before her..."

Chuckling quietly once more, she simply massaged her bulging gut, giving an excited giggle as her metabolism kicked in at full effect. She could feel the walls of her stomach energetically and roughly clenching and kneading around her meal, the loud gurgling squelches filling the immediate area as she quickly worked her meal down. It was rather macabre how she could feel his bulges slowly losing definition, fading and squirming into nothing more than a soft layer of slosh-y pudge in her stomach. Another gurgle and her entire body tingled as she began to absorb some of the nutrients he'd given her, special glee filling her as she watched her breasts wobble and swell almost a cup size while her tail and ass cheeks also swelled a little in size. A rather loud belch escaped her lips before she just reclined against the booth, rubbing her stomach as the "finer" details were processed, namely the bones and other rough tissues of her meal. It'd take a few hours before those were ready, which was fortunate - she'd not want to have to interrupt her sister's playtime for any sort of uncouth functions.

As she tipped back her glass, he caught sight of her sister prancing up the stairs in the distance, a small, shy looking white dragon tucked firmly against her chest, his face bright red from... well, something. Since he was still with his sister, Juna couldn't help but assume that Neeka hadn't violated him yet, which was good. She was still hungry.

"Junie, look what I found! Isn't he simply adorable?" Dominique crooned in an affectionate tone, almost as she were bringing home a small kitten she'd found in the street. It took all Juna had to not burst out in laughter, her eyes darting hungrily over the male's lithe, white form.

Nodding quietly, she simply reclined a little and scooted aside, giving the two of them room to sit down; from the way the dragon's nose was twitching, she was sure he could smell her most recent exploits, a thought that was only confirmed by the rising blush in his cheeks. "Sure he does, Neeka. Now, stop being such a rude host and introduce me to your friend. I bet he's delectably flavorful and cultured." She smirked a little as the dragon sat down beside her, completely nude as well; his scales were a shimmering, opalescent white and his wings were a beautiful, icy-blue color. Golden horns adorned the top of his head, arching majestically backward while his sapphire blue eyes glimmered in the light.

He oofed quietly as Dominique pushed him down into the booth gently, forcing him to press right up against Juna; it was disappointing that he felt slightly chilly to the touch, but there must have been some reason Neeka wanted to bring him home. As she leaned closer, her body caressing against his in a pseudo-sensual manner, she could catch a slight scent of mint emanating from him, a smirk spreading across her face. She had only been kidding about him being flavorful, but it seems as though she may have been more accurate than she thought.

"Of course, Junie. This is Wistielle, and he's an ice dragon from the mountains. I offered to buy him a few drinks, but he politely refused, so we got to talking. After a while, I thought he was funny and amusing enough to bring to you."

Poor thing. Dominique had been named such on a whim, but she could be a handful, a mouthful, and sometimes an ass-full all at once, especially when she found someone she deemed to have a weaker personality. From how brightly Wistielle was blushing, it looks like she'd found her victim for the night and simply latched on. He was cute enough, at least, though she couldn't help but feel slightly amused; something didn't quite seem right.

"Actually, you can call me Wisty..." the dragon stammered quietly, his voice soft and melodic; could she not smell a masculine air about him, she could have mistaken him for being a female when he spoke. Snickering quietly, she nodded and curled her arm around the small male, playfully tugging him close against her body and smooshing his face against one of her newly enhanced breasts in the process. He could smell her scent, something uncommon, reptilian and exotic to say the least, but her flesh was smooth and scale-less, and oh so very warm. Comforting almost, she'd liked to think.

"Well, Wisty, I do hope you forgive my sister's brazen nature. She's a good soul after all, and I'd wager you're quite lucky to have met her. Tell me, do you think she's pretty?" She toyed quietly, giving the standard "preliminary interview" that she did to most of her meals to see how they'd best be toyed with. He responded with nothing but a reddening flush filling his face, making her smirk a little. "Go on, don't be shy~" Juna teased, holding him close against her breasts now, letting him feel the supple flesh molding around his cheeks and snout.

"Y-yes."

Dominique gave a small squeal of delight, her eyes blazing with a fiery desire; she was definitely eager too, though this was all part of the build up process. They had him in their grasp now, so whether or not he liked it, he was spending the night, perhaps longer with them. Crooning quietly, Juna leaned back a little to show off her from, giggling a bit, a hand trailing down his stomach to tease at him. "And what about me? Am I appealing?" She purred, idly slicking back her creamy orange and black-tipped "hair," giving her best sultry pose.

Again, she was rewarded with a heavy swallow and a nod, though the dragon's body felt extremely tense against her paws. As her hand trailed lower, she could feel his nethers growing colder by the second, making her snicker in delight. "Mmph, that's good. Well, I suppose if you find us so appealing, I don't think you'd mind if we invited you to spend the evening with us at our abode? You see, it's terribly quiet and lonely where we live, and we don't often get visitors, especially none so cute as you." She winked, licking her lips softly as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, a small smirk spreading across her lips. "We could make it worth your while and give you a night like any other you've ever had before. What do you say, stud? Will you be our big, strong and dominant male, quenching the burning fires of loneliness within our bodies?"

"Junie, you're scaring him! ~" Dominique purred quietly, tugging the male back from her sister's body, "accidentally" lodging his head between her firm, voluminous breasts. "What my sister means is we'd love to have you. We are lonely, and you seemed like you could use company as well... So what do you say?"

Unable to really protest, the dragon blushed brightly now and nodded, averting his gaze from the two, squirming and shivering lightly as Juna's hand still teased and trailed along his crotch. He whimpered a little and shifted away, feeling himself starting to grow a little aroused, which only made Juna smirk in utter glee.

"Great, then let's get you home."

"OH, hold on a second, Neeka. I have to go give something to Rael." She said with a wink, reaching under the table with a heavy paw, feeling around until she encountered something soft and leathery. "Ah, here we go. Someone lost their wallet, I think, and I'm going to turn it into the lost and found, ok? I'll meet you two on ahead."

Dominique nodded quietly as she gripped Wisty's hand and tugged him from the booth, while Juna slipped out the other side. She flicked open the wallet and idly pursed through it, looking for anything that could identify her meal.... hmm, nothing at all, though he did carry quite a wad of cash on him. The young little shit was probably under twenty-one and trying to get a quick one-night stand, which was made easier by the cash in his wallet. Bouncing was a good job, but everyone had their price, it seemed. Not that it mattered, she though with a smirk as she padded over to the bar and placed the black leather wallet on the counter.

"Another lost wallet, hmm?"

"You know it. Looks like they left some cash in there too. Maybe someone will come to claim it. If not, I'd suggest just pitching it because there's no identification in there. Really a shame," Juna purred quietly, her tail flicking idly behind her as she left the bartender in silence. He'd known her for quite some time now, and usually knew better than to question her. Not that it was any of his concern anyways, especially since the patrons usually tipped for shit.

Making her way slowly through the slightly more crowded club, garnering a few more stares and hungry glances as she shook her hips along the way, she couldn't help but smirk. Dominique really did have a talent for picking out the prey, and tonight was sure to be an experiment unlike any she'd ever had before. She abhorred the cold, but something told her this particular drake was going to be fiery than most of the others. She liked that.

As she pushed the doors open to the frigid air, she gave a gasp of annoyance and irritation; the air was cold as all hell now, and it was so cold that she could feel her breath now. Conversely, she could see her sister practically radiating an aura of warmth that mingled with the scent of eager arousal; if only Wisty really knew what that dragoness was hiding, he'd probably be less than willing to play with her. But, he'd find out soon enough, which, if he wasn't the... receptive type... would push him right into her arms. That was perfectly fine with her.

They began their journey through the chilly air with little incident; it was actually quite calming once they adjusted to the cold air, and even more so when Wisty finally became comfortable enough to speak. As it turned out, he wasn't much for the club scene either, but he'd promised a friend he'd go out. His friend had ditched him to find some easy women, which only made Juna chuckle a little, leaving him to try and navigate the floor all alone.

That was when Neeka had stumbled across him and sunk her claws in, not that he'd seemed to mind too much. According to his stories, she was friendlier than most of the others he'd met around the bar, and she'd even offered to buy him some drinks - which he'd refused because he was supposed to be the designated driver. Not that he really cared that much since his friend was an asshole anyway from the way he described the cocky otter. It was going to be an interesting night.

The remainder of the trip passed pretty quickly; the cold seemed to vanish quite a bit as the group chatted and laughed, mostly at the expense of the dragon nestled between the two curvaceous ladies. As they approached the sisters' apartment complex, Juna could hear the dragon giving a small gasp of surprise; it was a typical reaction, as many wouldn't expect a pair of nudist sisters to inhabit Nexus Park, one of the most affluent apartment complexes in the city.

Juna cast her eyes upward, imagining the thoughts running through the dragon's head. Were these ladies of a different caste than him? Should he even be in their presence? Would they expect too much of him, or demand things that would be demeaning to anyone but the "commoners?" She chuckled quietly, knowing how many times prospective partners had popped a joy-boner at the thought of bedding a rich female, though... She cast her eyes back to the dragon, just eyeing him carefully.

He seemed unperturbed beyond the surprised gasp at first. His eyes were darting across the gated grounds, the larger high-rise towering over most of the buildings around it. A massive fountain stood at the perfect center of the hedged drive, a large sculpture of some archaic figure looming over the trio as they made their way into the grounds. "You like? Like I said, we don't often get visitors."

"I can imagine why. If you live here, I can only imagine how boring it must be every day to come home to the same uptight people." The dragon muttered quietly, slowly stepping forward toward the shimmering glass doors that divided the classes.

"It's not as bad as you might think. It's just quiet, and that's enough to drive anyone to madness. Though, with any luck, we'll be breaking that silence tonight, I hope~" Dominique chimed in brightly, her voice carrying fruity tones across the cold air, mingling with the faint tinkles of the water falling into the pool of the fountain.

Wisty simply nodded and curled his wings behind him, regaining his composure quickly, though the slight blush on his face signaled that he knew _exactly_what Neeka meant... Even if Juna doubted as much. Carefully grabbing his hand in her own warm paw, Juna guided him forward with a smile, idly pushing a sixteen digit sequence into the pin-pad beside the entrance. A few seconds later, a beep echoed through the air and the doors clicked as the mechanical locks slipped out of place to allow them entrance. "Come on in."

The foyer of the complex was enormous, a humongous crystal chandelier dangling over head, connected to the vaulted ceilings by a single, wrought golden chain. Faint incandescent lights gave a soft, orange glow to the room, casting plush shadows over the paintings and vases decorating the rooms... as well as the girls' supple curves as they sauntered their way past the vacant information desk.

It was... surprising at first that the desk would be empty, but after a moment of thought, it seemed perfectly natural. After all, if a sixteen digit code was needed to access the building, surely the people who would get in would know their way around well enough. Sixteen was a pretty big sequence to memorize, especially so for someone who'd just casually observed it, so it was unlikely that guests were often welcomed. Luckily, he had two escorts, though the thought made him blush a little as he was guided down the hallway to the elevator with little time to actually explore. From the heat building against his hands, he was sure the girls were getting quite antsy, which only made him flush further. He'd... never felt so... desired before.

The elevator's stainless steel doors slipped open to reveal a wooden-paneled interior, a soft ping denoting each floor as they passed. The ride was slow and smooth, so much so that he often questioned whether or not they'd actually pressed any buttons at all. A casual glance to the control panel signified there was a single button pressed near the very top - floor sixty-five or something like that, whereas the LED display only read floor six. This was going to be quite a long ride, it seemed.

"What's the matter, hon? You look so tense..." Juna cooed quietly after the first few floors; she'd kept an eye on the dragon, watching his eyes dart here and there with an almost nervous energy. Of course, it must have been a little intimidating being in the Nexus, let alone being in the Nexus with them. She smirked a little and pulled him close to her, her warm, soft arms resting around his shoulder as another hand reached down to caress his chin gently.

She guided his gaze upward to meet her own, dragging it from the floor, along her body with a little more time spent on her breasts, stomach and hips than was likely due, before finally locking her emerald green eyes with his own. "You can relax a little. We're not going to hurt you, Wisty." Juna crooned quietly before leaning down to kiss him on the lips gently.

She closed her eyes softly as he pressed back into the kiss, giving a small gasp of surprise as his body turned suddenly chilly. Her eyes flicked open quickly to see if something was wrong, only to find the dragon flushing _bright_red now as he pressed his body against her. His wings fluttered, Juna only smiling as she pressed back into the kiss now, her lips prying his open so her long, serpentine tongue could push its way into his maw.

He turned cold again before pulling away with a gasp. The dragon quivered a little, shaking his head as he turned to look back at something; peeking around his body, he could see Neeka quite close, her arms around his waist, holding him close to her, which only made Juna smile in delight.

"Sh-she's..."

"Yes, she is. Now relax, babe, and it'll be enjoyable for you. I promise. Neeka, I'm not sure he's quite ready for you yet. Maybe just a little teasing would be fine?" She muttered quietly before sealing the dragon's lips with her own once more, pushing her tongue into his maw with a little more ferocity. She watched his blush rising more and more as his body grew chillier. His quivering grew stronger by the second as his eyes kept flicking to the side, a small squeal escaping his lips on a regular basis.

"Junie, I brought him home to play with, so I'm going to play with him. Besides, I'm only _spooning._It's not like I'm balls deep... yet." She said with a smile, tugging the dragon's tail around her body as she nestled in nice and close, her breasts squishing against Wisty's back, pushing his chest firmly against Juna's own lovely mounds. She snickered, craning her head around to the side and winking to Juna, who readjusted the kiss a little to allow her sister to partake as well, their tongues teasing and twining with each other while forcing their way deeper into the dragon's maw.

It was a sensation overload for the dragon; he'd... never really had much experience with females, and never had he ever had time with a male before... but a herm was something completely new to him, and it was quite a surprise as he felt the warm breasts squishing against his back while a monstrous girth pressed against his tail hole. He was only thankful that she was spooning, because as that tip ground and massaged at his virgin entrance, he could estimate the size was likely twice that of his own. He wasn't sure he could handle that at all.

Fortunately, Juna's hand on his hips tugged him a little closer to her body, "protecting" him from the full on frottage of the "dragoness" behind him. It was still an overload though; he could feel their warm bodies grinding and rubbing playfully against his own while their tongues, their flavors seeped into his maw and completely dominated his every thought. He could taste each of them; Juna was slightly more reserved, mellow and cooler, whereas the scent and taste of Dominique was something quite a bit more fiery, energetic and hungry. He could only flush brighter as the sisters' teasing drew his own arousal out, the hardening, cool tip idly grinding against Juna's slightly pudgy stomach.

More than pleased at the reactions they were drawing from the dragon, she was happy enough to break the kiss and quickly glance up at the elevator's LED screen - Sixty-three. Giving a small sigh of exasperation, she broke the kiss, her sister following suit to leave the dragon with wobbling legs and a lightly pulsing erection nestled between his legs. Smirking quietly, Juna led the way to their apartment after the doors clicked open.

Being on the top floor of the complex where the penthouse suites were housed, there really wasn't much of a "lead" to be taken. It was more or less showing him which of the two doors he'd be entering and punching in an additional thirty-two digit code to unlock their door. Security was of the highest importance here, more of the intruder's sake than the occupants' sake. She purposely kept the lights turned off, allowing only the moonlight to define the furniture scattered about the room while she and Dominique guided the drake through the maze.

The room was enormous, a single skylight overhead filtering pale moonlight into the room; he could barely make out what appeared to be a sofa and a coffee table, while in the corner there was an open door that gazed upon more of the starry night sky. He was given little time to actually investigate the room, especially since his body and his companions seemed to need the same thing. He was pulled and shoved toward the starry room, each step becoming more hurried than the last.

"Ah, we're finally here. Casa di Juna e Domini. Do you like what you see?" Juna crooned from the darkness, leaving her escort's side long enough to close the door behind the trio. She could hear a small _fwump_filling the air followed by a surprised squeak that made her giggle. As she flicked on the light, she wasn't surprised to find that the dragon had been all but thrown onto the bed with Dominique sitting firmly on his chest, her legs spread wide as her cock dripped small dribbles of precum over his body. "Neeka, play nice..." Juna said with a smile, walking over to the bed without a trace of haste in her step. Fortunately, because of her sister's wide hips pinning the male's arms to the bed, that left his lower half completely unprotected while putting his pride on full display.

For a male, he was acceptable. For a male dragon, he was damn good, rivaling only Neeka and some of the equine studs she'd bedded before in both length and girth. The thick, minty scent filled the air again as Neeka's tail idly caressed and stroked along his ridged shaft.

"Don't worry, Junie. I won't break him. Just... bend." The obsidian skinned dragoness crooned quietly, beginning to rock her hips forward slowly, a gentle, muffled protest filling the air as she gave him a full tour of every ridged inch of her shaft. She was always a needy one.

"Well, I'm not sure bending him would be a good idea either. I promise I'll make it up to you if you are good to him." She said with a smile, leaning over on the bed, just drinking in the sight of the male's body.

He was utterly relaxed now, which was quite surprising from a few moments ago. Perhaps it was just his nerves at the surprise spooning, or perhaps he was slowly working himself down from past experiences. Whatever the reason, she couldn't see any of the tension in his body that he'd harbored back in the club, or even in the elevator. But, as a test, she simply placed her hands against his legs to hold them still, stalking along those long appendages with small licks and kisses here and there.

Twitching a little, but doing little else, the scaled legs showed surprising sensitivity. She was impressed to say the least, but her real prize throbbed lazily in front of her, the intensity growing bit by bit as her sister rocked her hips forward slowly. Not wanting to keep herself waiting, let alone her companions, Juna leaned forward and curled her warm, slick tongue around the dragon's light blue shaft, giving a pleasured rumble as a small flood of mint covered her senses.

She heard the dragon gasp, followed by a choking gag and a gruff, completely unapologetic "sorry" from her sister. Leaning a little further forward, she pulled the massive length downward, almost to the point where he rest parallel to his body before curling her lips around the very tip. Powerful muscles in her lips clenched and squeezed at the shaft as her practiced tongue danced up and along each of the many ridges, guiding them one by one into the cavernous maw. She gave a soft pant now, swallowing some of her saliva, the motions causing her tongue to draw up and along the entire length of his shaft, collecting any and all residual musk to be devoured as well. Well rewarded she was, especially as another gasp followed by a rough grunt from her sister told her of how much her prey was enjoying his capture.

"Slide up a little, Neeka?" She purred quietly before her sister just gave her a quizzical look. Shrugging quietly, Dominique did as she was asked, now smothering the dragon's face against her fat cock and even pressing his snout slightly into her warm, musky slit. Paying little attention to the two, Juna simply lunged forward with a playful hunger now, tucking the dragon's fat shaft between her hefty breasts as she snaked her tongue out to tease and play with the tip. It was surprising how much of a reaction this got, though it was even more fortunate that her maw was open and ready to catch the heavy spurt of precum the dragon fired. She could only smack her lips in a loud, lewd tease before beginning to bob and suckle at that shaft.

His toes curled tightly with each pass she made along that thick, ridged shaft, each pulse making it grow colder, only to have her hot breath and breasts warm it once more. She growled a little and panted, the dragon's tip quivering and drooling a steady supply of precum over her soft, plush tits. Not wanting to make him lose his entire load just yet, she pulled back, albeit somewhat grudgingly, her tits shimmering with slick white pre. She fanned her own black-membraned wings gently while clambering onto the bed, a wide grin crossing her face now as she lorded over the two in front of her.

She seemed to swell in size, merely an illusion of the light... though as she wiggled her hips slowly along the dragon's legs, she could feel his entire body growing colder by the second while his shaft gave a few needy spurts of pre. "Mmm, relax now, and enjoy the ride!" Juna crooned softly before guiding that needy, throbbing shaft into her slick, expectant folds with a soft squeal of delight. He was big!

"Junie, I wanted to drain him. You always take all the fun parts..." Dominique growled over her shoulder, giving a particularly rough thrust into the dragon's maw, her bubbly ass jiggling against his chest.

She didn't care for anything besides that member pulsing and _swelling_inside of her, the drenath giving a delighted giggle as she began to bounce her hips firmly against the dragon's crotch, it taking only a matter of moments before a loud, greedy and lewd _squelch_filled the room. "Mmph, I'm the older one, so I get priority... but... Mmph, give the poor guy something else and I'll suck you dry after, m'kay?" Juna growled in moderate irritation, her sentences interrupted frequently by moans as she fought to maintain a grip on her own body's desires.

Her folds playfully tugged and slurped at that beautifully ridged shaft, the ridges perfectly spaced and so very thick. She whimpered a little moaned as each one slipped in, spreading her a little further than the last until the very last one slipped in; it was almost like having a canine with her! She leaned forward, bracing her hands on Wisty's shoulders as her thrusts became more and more violent and needy, a flash of delight crossing her face as she watched her sister settle her own drooling folds against the dragon's blissfully agape snout before beginning to sensually rock.

She wondered...

"Neeka, I bet you can't devour him before I do..." She chirred quietly, her face flushing a little from the utter pleasure coursing through her body right now. It had been far too long since she'd had a proper male like this, and it would be made even better if he had the same triggers.

Fortunately, even if he didn't have the triggers, her sister did; a displeasured grunt was the only thing give any sign of acknowledgement before a loud, wet slurp filled the room as the dragon beneath her jerked and bucked a little, his entire head vanishing into those warm folds. Dominique gave another smirk, leaning forward to kiss her sister on the lips, the fact that she wasn't breeding with the drake seemingly forgotten as she ground and squelched her hips against his neck and shoulders, hot honey dripping along his body.

The dragon also shared their delightfully deviant tendencies, at least to some extent as far as Juna could tell. Her orange body rocked and rippled a little as Wisty thrust upward sharply into her, a heavy croon filling the air as she felt his entire body tense. She tensed too in expectation. She wasn't disappointed.

It started at first like a trickle, a small rippling of flesh deep within her. Then the glorious ridges flared within her passage, dredging along the super sensitive walls that continued to grip and milk him for everything. Then the first pulse filled her, like freezing napalm, chilling her to the core, the sudden shock against her heated interior enough to push her to her own climax... but her sensations were lost as that trickle became a heavy torrent of seed, each throbbing spurt making that shaft swell even larger within her as what seemed like gallon upon gallon of hot fluids rushed to quench her fires. She groaned, whimpered, wailed even as her tail lashed behind her, reaching for any part of the dragon to latch onto. She was in luck!

She continued arching her back, grinding her hips forward, harder, faster and deeper with each pass as she felt her tail slowly engulf part of the dragon beneath her. The squirms made her tail lash behind her, which was more than enough to sate her! Slamming forward again and again, she simply pushed all of her energy into sexually exhausting her prey, her face blushing as she could even begin to see a small bulge forming in her stomach from the sheer amount of seed she'd been stuffed with. Finally, as with all amazing experiences, it too had to come to an end, the dragon's member pulsing and softening a little within her, but yielding little else.

Rolling to the side, she panted a little and looked to her sister, blushing a little as she was face to face with that throbbing member. She pulled back a little, just in time to find that heavy pair of lips noisily slurping over the dragon's chest, sealing him away in her tight, musky chamber as hot sticky femmecum drooled along his body, slickening him for his ascent into her sex. Cackling a little, Juna gave that tip a small kiss, tasting his minty saliva still dangling on it as well as her sister's fertile, musky seed mingling with a little precum. Inspecting her newest prize, she leaned back, her tail feeling slightly more fattened as he worked its way upward.... but something didn't feel quite right.

Turning back to look at her tail, she gasped in mock horror as her tail had stopped and pressed firmly against the dragon's own ass; she'd accidentally swallowed his tail instead of his legs, leaving him just kicking and squirming beneath her as her tail continued to drool heavy, musky saliva over the rest of his ass, as if trying to gulp him in. She'd likely be able to continue to devour him and pull him in folded over in half, but with her sister's hips quickly engulfing the male's lower stomach, it was all but lost now. She flushed a little and growled, panting a bit as she rolled a little further to the side, vainly giving a few tugs with her tail before releasing the appendage. "Mmm, looks like you win, Neeka."

"Ooh, goody, Junie. I can't wait to see if you're as good as he made you seem~"

"You know I am, cutie..." Juna said with a pout, rubbing over her sister's stomach as it swelled with squirming drake.

"Oh, I know. But still, I'm gonna make you squeal for me, Junie."

Nodding quietly, Juna released the dragon's tail completely now before getting on her knees over the male's legs now, reaching down to grip her sister's fat shaft with both hands; it was hard to believe that her sister looked more like a dragon than any of her kin, but from the sheer power of those hips devouring that male, the relation was unmistakable. All drenath were notoriously voracious, and her sister was a prime example... but she was more subtle usually, preferring to wait until the snacks were emptied before devouring them. Though perhaps tonight she was spurred on by the thought of competition.

Juna chuckled quietly, as she wrapped her lips around that throbbing purple cock, giving a playful tease to the urethra with her tongue as she felt the dragon's slick legs slipping past her dripping folds. She buried her snout against that slowly swelling stomach, inhaling the scent of her sister's sex and her lover's own climax while the scent of odd masculinity washed over her, mingling with the remainder of the dragon's own minty scent. She groaned quietly and panted, swallowing inch after inch, her tongue prodding deeper and deeper into that slit, only to be rewarded with refreshingly hot spurts of pre that ballooned her cheeks slightly.

Dominique gave a soft moan, fanning her black wings gently as she received the treatment her sister was usually loathe to give her; it had always burnt a fire inside her when her beautiful older sister gave her such attentions, but it positively incinerated her when she worshipped her during vore. It was probably one of the most endearing acts a predator could do, and it... it was more than enough to drive her onward. "Mmph, f-fuck, Junie, don't tease anymore. I know... you want it as bad as I do..." She muttered, her bluster from a few moments ago all but nonexistent. Her folds rippled a few more times as the dragon's kicking legs soon vanished into her folds, a soft wet squelch the only thing that told of his passing into her. Another soft croon escaped her lips as she felt her sister's snout pressing into her bulging stomach, her womb already packing the dragon away safely inside.

"Very well... Love~" Juna muttered quietly, her bright green eyes glittering in delight; she was always a tease, but especially so when her sister was involved. Secretly, she'd never want to admit that she enjoyed bedding with her sister to some degree, but she didn't want it to become a common occurrence, for both of their sakes. She had to reserve her sexual side for her prey, otherwise she'd never quite have the same allure as she'd had... that, and with her sister's penchant for a fiery demeanor, she may actually have to give up the title of dominance if her sister had her way.

Wasting little time beyond a short introspection, Juna gave a soft snicker and pulled her maw completely from that shaft, a small rope of saliva and precum connecting her plush, supple lips to the pulsing purple tip. She growled quietly and wiggled her way along the "dragoness'" body, gently pushing her sister onto her back as to retain the dominant position at least. A small wink was given before Juna slowly guided that thick shaft against her folds, gasping in delight as the already-drooling passage was spread once again, twice as wide with a fresh, fiery piece of flesh. Biting her lip, she slowly wiggled her hips downward, pushing every inch inside.

"J-junie..."

Not giving into her sisters whimpers, she simply leaned down and pressed her lips firmly against her sister's own, smirking now as that familiar flavor filled her maw. She grinned and growled, her hips slipping down... down... down until her own pudgy stomach pressed against that slowly squirming gut of her sister, more than delighted to feel it rumbling slightly. Poor drake, being gurgled away like that... he would have made her particularly curvaceous... oh well, he'd look just as good on her sister, she supposed.

Leaning forward, she pressed her supple, black-nippled breasts against her Dominique's own, idly rubbing and caressing her nipples with more of her warm, soft flesh, her rippling passage tugging and squeezing along that monstrous girth as it slipped deeper and deeper. Her breath came in short gasps between wet, hot, passionate kisses as her hips began to gyrate slowly on that massive length. It was all too satisfying.

Especially so, the closer her sister came.

It was blissful, heavenly, exquisite, and many other things she could only dare to describe. Inch after inch teased along her already spent, sensitive folds, threatening to draw another orgasm from within her body and frighteningly, force her to work off some of her newly acquired mass! But it was worth it, as spurt after hot, sticky spurt filled her folds, making her drool for more, for release and completion.

A grunt escaped her lips now as she continued to rock her hips, a few moments passed since that bulge had stopped squirming. She purred, reaching down to grip and grope those slowly blossoming tits, a small stream of milk dribbling over her hands as she did so. She lapped it up, panting at the rich, minty cream as it filled her senses, pushing her to climax first.

It was as if she'd gone to heaven! She squealed, her folds clenching and then tugging around that hot, thick spire buried deep within her, the soft gurgles of her sister's womb filling the air while the scent of femmecum mingled with it. She felt her own scalding fluids running along that shaft and splattering against her sister's crotch, causing each ravenous thrust downward to slurp and squelch with the sounds of lewd lust. She panted, her climax seeming to last for an eternity, the feelings nothing more than ambrosia for her senses as thrust after thrust pushed her deeper into a pit of bliss.

Then, she felt her sister return the favor. He first hot, fiery rope to spill into her folds happened shortly after she'd buried every inch into her sex, the tip pressing against her cervix. She wailed as the sheer force of that climax, spread her wide, making her pant as she could feel her spacious womb beginning to flood with hot, fertile seed, making her whimper and whine in delight. Her legs began to fail her as she thrust weakly now, each tug upward becoming more difficult than the last until finally, she could only collapse against her sister's form, her face buried in those now mountainous breasts as streams of cream mingled with her saliva and sweat.

Unable to really contain herself, her consciousness faded in and out as she rode out the rest of that glorious climax, her body milking it for all it was worth. Despite her thoughts about the night, she was full, happy and sated. A shame they couldn't have kept the dragon around for some more fun, but... it was worth it, she supposed as she glanced at her sister's beautifully curvy body. It was worth it.

"Love you, Junie..." Dominique whispered quietly, rolling onto her side to cuddle her slightly fattened sister, grinning as her seed idly dripped onto the sheets below.

"Love you too, Neeka..." "Thanks for being there, sis."

"Mmm..." Juna mumbled quietly, far too blissful to even stay awake, let alone respond to the gorgeous creature she'd nestled against. She could get used to this.