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Pahroudrasius soared through the moonless desert night. All was calm as far as his considerable dragon sight could see. The land was dark to lesser species but clear as day to him. The shifting sand dunes and the banks of rocks, here and there dotted with hardy desert plant growths that defied the harsh heat and winds, passed swiftly below as he powered through the rapidly cooling air.

Night flying wasn't nearly as enjoyable as the day, when the baking heat of the sun caused huge upwellings of air, 'thermals' the scholars called them, that filled his wings and made flying a simple, relaxing, enjoyable thing. Night flying was exercise, since the desert gave up its heat quickly just a while after sunset. Pahroudrasius was tired, but it was the sort of tired that, paradoxically, called for more exertion.

If he were to try and sleep now, perhaps burrowed beneath the sands or even laying out upon a large enough rock-bank, he knew he would not be able to sleep. Though his body was tired, his mind was abuzz with thoughts and musings. The previous day rolled onward over and over through his brilliant mind, analyzing everything and picking through every nuance. He held long rolling conversations with himself and imaginary others as the miles passed beneath him, discussing the issues at hand and his actions and the morality of it all.

If there was one thing brass dragons loved more than anything except treasure, it was conversation. Such was their love that anyone who knew anything of the brass dragons knew of their legendary talkativeness. Pahroudrasius was odd amongst his kind because, though he shared his people's love for talking, he truly preferred the conversations in his own head over the sound of his own voice. His mind could mimic the tone and timbre of anyone he had ever listened to, and his phantom ear could recall sounds as if they were present to be heard.

And so it was that whenever his mind became full of worry, he would imagine the voices of his past and the beliefs of acquaintances centuries-past speaking with him and helping him to puzzle out his latest quandary. Tonight's inner-conversation would have sounded to an outsider more akin to a heated debate between a dozen opposed factions. Pahroudrasius was trying to figure out what to do about the two females, not of his race but of evil races, which he had lustily taken to mate.

***

Back within Pahroudrasius' cave, down in the great and ornate bath chamber, Kinj and Gnarl found themselves in a rather awkward situation. Their day had been spent in a wild frolic with a dragon many times their size. Rather than exhausted, as they had originally expected, they felt invigorated beyond what they could have imagined. The dragon had left hours ago, after which they had bathed in the massive pool of ever-clean water, dried themselves by the heat of the ever-burning braziers, and searched in vain for their clothing. Nothing to do, and their passions slaked but not sated, they were quickly approaching a state of distracted boredom.

"When do you think..." Kinj began for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"I don't know," Gnarl groaned as she stretched out on the warm steps to the pool, "Why, WHY do you keep asking?"

"I..." Kinj started to explain but bit it back as shameful thoughts poured into her small reptilian head.

"Spit it OUT already!" Gnarl snapped, throwing her hands over her eyes in frustration, "Or at least find SOMETHING to talk about! This silence is killing me! Gyah, but I wish he'd get back and..."

Gnarl stopped, her hands sliding down her furry face. Realization blossomed through her devious mind as the pieces of what was happening slotted together in her thoughts. Suddenly she knew exactly why Kinj kept asking. It was so obvious! Kinj was asking because of the same reason she wanted the great scaly bastard back! Filled with the superiority of her realization, she rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows, leering at Kinj.

"You wanna fuck 'im again don'tcha," Gnarl taunted, "yeah, that's it ain't it? You want 'im ta stick that big ol' meat log back in that ickle lizard-cunt ya got."

"OY!" Knij shouted in utter embarrassment, sitting up like a rake that's been stepped on. But even as Gnarl watched with her cruel grin, she could see how aroused the little kobold had become. Gnarl's delicate nose picked out Kinj's feminine scent a moment later, confirming what she already knew. The kobold was dripping for more dragon-dicking.

"Don't try ta deny it ya little rotter!" Gnarl taunted on, "Best feelin' of yer whole miserable life to be loved by a dragon ain't it?!"

Gnarl expected the kobold to snap up and lash her with a berating little tongue. She'd often messed with Kinj, baiting her just to get a rise and seeing how far she could be pushed. After all the waiting around, this seemed like an opportune bit of fun. Gnarl was instead surprised as she noticed instead that Kinj was shivering and demure.

"Best feelin' it was," Kinj admitted before fixing Gnarl with an uncharacteristically steely gaze, "Fer you too, I knows it!"

Gnarl was floored. Kinj had cut right to the heart of it. The big pervert dragon had given her the best afternoon of fucking she'd ever known. Worse yet, she knew that she wanted more. Her mouth was wet, her pussy even wetter, at the thought of that giant dragon cock. To top it all off, the only thing she could smell right then was arousal and sex. The aftermath of their day of it, and the mingle scents of hers and Kinj's dripping wet slits.

Her mind awhirl with confusion and stimulation, Gnarl was desperate for a solution. Every move she made; clenching her thighs, shifting her weight, or even flexing her toes, sent tingling sensations through her that stoked the fires growing within. Even as she worked at this problem, she could see that Kinj was having it just as bad. Giving up any pretense of patience, she pushed herself off the floor and strode over toward her companion.

"Ey, I want to try something. Why don't you just lay back and spread 'em." Gnarl said in a commanding voice.

"Why?" Kinj said suspiciously and indignantly.

"We're gonna test the magic he put on us. So just friggin' do it and don't complain so damn much."

"I weren't complaining," Kinj growled as she complied. Her smooth scaly body, now a shimmering reddish-brass rather than her normal ruddy color, lay out before Gnarl with legs spread out wide and tail lying flat and straight between them. How like a tiny dragon she looks, the gnoll thought lustily, so many similarities. Gnarl couldn't help herself but to run a hand through her own dampened slit, tickling herself in anticipation of what she was about to try.

Gnarl got down between her companion's legs, letting the tail rest between her own knees, and indelicately gave Kinj's puffy little slit an almost-tender petting. Keen ears heard Kinj's sharp breath as she made contact and grinned even wider with satisfaction. It had been a game back in the tribe. A secret and perverse game amongst the newly adolescent gnolls called 'How Many Fingers'.

Without warning she pushed one of her large clawed fingers into Kinj's tight little cunt. She marveled for a second at how the little lizard's innards jumped at the intrusion but squeezed firm against the invading digit. Had she not known better, she could not have believed that just a few hours ago that little hole had housed something wider than her arm! Not stopping, but driven by an uncharacteristic flare of curiosity, she drew out and plunged in a second finger alongside the first.

Kinj cried out as, for three further thrusts, Gnarl added yet more fingers. Craning her neck up as she felt the thumb of a hand, twice the size of her own, join the four preceding fingers. The sight that greeted her was one to amaze. Gnarl had her hand up to the knuckles between her seemingly undersized lips!

"By the gods Kinj! It's as if you're only just loose enough, but even so, just as tight as the first finger!" Gnarl marveled, even while vigorously sawing her other hand through her own slit, "I feel like I could..."

Kinj writhed in amazement as Gnarl wiggled her fingers around inside her. The sensation was like nothing else, not even the huge shaft of a dragon. The wiggling let Gnarl hit spots within Kinj that she hadn't dared dream of, and seemingly all at once! Without warning, a burst of pleasure shot through Kinj, causing her to clamp down and push at the invading hand.

"Ye GODS!" Gnarl yelled as her hand was pushed nearly out of the crushing walls of Kinj's hole. But what earned the following yelp was when Kinj relaxed and Gnarl fell forward, burying her hand unintentionally up to the wrist!

Kinj cried out until her lungs were empty as she felt the new invasion and a second wave clenched even harder, once again pushing out Gnarl's hand, only to have it slide back in, and deeper when she relaxed. Fascinated beyond action, Gnarl only worked to maintain her position as she watched in morbid curiosity and wondered just how far this would go.

"Pull it out! Pull it out!" Kinj shouted at last, even while Gnarl was nearly in up to the elbow. The shock of the demand so sudden that her friend complied.

Kinj lay panting, staring up at nothing as she tried desperately to recover. Whatever that had been, there had been no way to prepare for it. Slowly the room resolved and the light returned. Over her loomed the face of Gnarl, a crazy grin spread across her hyena-face, tongue lolling and mouth anticipatingly wet.

"Do me next!"