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Lockheed Loving

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

All characters are copyright © Marvel Comics and are used without official permission. This author makes no profit from this story. More information on Kitty Pryde and Lockheed can be found at http://marvel.com/universe/Pryde,\_Kitty and http://marvel.com/universe/Lockheed for the interested. http://marvel.com/universe/Magik\_(Illyana\_Rasputin) and http://marvel.com/universe/Colossus\_(Piotr\_Rasputin) and http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Puff\_(Earth-616) may also prove of interest. The events of this story willfully ignore or alter large segments of the life histories of the characters involved, hopefully for the (erotic) better.

Pressing his body close against hers, Lockheed slowly ran his tongue up Kitty Pryde’s naked back, delighting in the whimper this elicited from the bound teen. Who would have thought that they’d share so many of the same kinks? Thinking about the matter amused the small purple dragon quite a lot…almost as much as having a “maiden” as pretty as Kitty in his clutches.

With even a little thought, it actually made quite good sense that a phasing mutant like Kitty Pryde would have a heavy “thing” for bondage. Her entire power set, as much a part of her as the pert breasts that had budded in puberty, was all about escaping from restraints, whether she wanted it or not. As soon as she’d hit puberty, Kitty had a horrible time just keeping her clothes on until she’d eventually learned to manage her powers a little. For her, Kitty’s mutant abilities represented chaos, inconstancy, loss of control, and though they were incredibly useful, they were more of a hassle than anyone who wasn’t Kitty could possibly really understand.

As for Lockheed, well, he wasn’t that complicated an individual, not really. He was an heroic dragon warrior, one of the greatest warriors of the Flock, his native race. Not that they appreciated him, of course, having exiled him because of the demands of his heroism, which took him off-planet right when he was supposed to have been married, and joined him with Kitty Pryde and the X-Men instead. Trapped among a race – humans – where everyone was so much bigger than him, far too often Lockheed was treated like a pet rather than an equal partner with his friend Kitty. For a proud and highly-capable warrior, such treatment too often left him feeling disempowered and unappreciated.

Bondage was where Kitty and Lockheed met in the middle. Actually, Kitty’s interest in the subject had begun fairly innocently. She’d been first introduced to the concept of bondage while she was training herself to control her phasing the first time, when she was a solid being who could turn intangible. Actually, it was Wolverine who first mentioned the idea (and Lord alone knew where he learned about stuff like that), and after some research, Kitty had brought the notion to the Professor, who helped her find a variety of books on the subject. Of course, Professor Xavier had kept his researches limited to the works of great escapologists, like Houdini, but Kitty, free of the constant smothering presence of her parents at the Xavier Institute, and largely allowed to explore as she pleased, quickly went further afield. She would tie herself up, using all manner of knots and positions that were possible to do alone, and then she’d slip through the ropes, or chains, or silk scarves, or whatever it was she was using during her exercise. And that’s all it was, an exercise. Sometimes her good friend Illyana Rasputin (younger sister of their fellow X-Man Colossus) would help with some of the more complicated knots, at least at the start, but eventually Kitty found she didn’t need much help. It was amazing what you could do when you could phase part of your body free enough to handle the ropes.

Speaking of Colossus, it was when he found out about what his sister and Kitty were doing that things got…interesting. Kitty and Peter had been dating for a while, and they’d even fooled around a little. All right, a lot. He’d even admitted some of the things he’d done with his sister, and rather than be repulsed, Kitty had been intrigued. She justified it to herself, of course. After all, what could be more natural than three healthy teenagers exploring their bodies together? And if one of those teenagers liked to be tied up while she was involved in the exploration, what was so odd about that?

But then, well, things had gone sour. Peter had cheated on Kitty, as well as on Illyana, with some alien girl he’d met during the whole Secret Wars fiasco, and the relationship had ended.

That was when things started to get serious with Lockheed.

Lockheed had once had his own girlfriend, of course, a Flock dragoness by the name of Puff, who he’d met around the same time Peter was making time with the “other woman.” Unlike humans, however, Flock weren’t prone to jealousy, and they could be ridiculously opportunistic when it came to sex, and besides, Puff spent a great deal of her time traveling anyway, after her near-death experience, and the long reintegration that had followed afterward. Her being away just made Lockheed desperately needy, since with her, he’d discovered the many joys of sex. Without her, the only female in his life was Kitty Pryde.

Most people could probably have made the same mistake Kitty did in allowing her dragon friend to join her in the shower. After all, he wasn’t even her species, so in Kitty’s mind, it was sort of like giving, say, a dog the right to go where it pleased. Right from the start of their relationship, then, Lockheed often perched on the edge of the tub while Kitty washed herself, never interfering, but simply watching while she soaped herself up, and rinsed herself off. Of course, she never knew, or if she did, she never paid any heed, to the way the purple dragon’s eyes would play up and down her lithe young body the entire time, a distinctly lecherous glint in his gleaming yellow eyes. To her, Lockheed was a good friend, somewhere beneath another human, but above a common pet. He was also a good listener.

“I thought we really had something,” Kitty had been explaining to Lockheed on that day, right after her crushing heartbreak, the shampoo running down her hair and dripping off her pertly upthrust breasts. “I mean, after all the things we said…after all the things we did…”

By this point, Lockheed had been listening to Kitty talk for what he considered far too long, moaning and whining about her failed relationship. All the while she was talking, he could smell her arousal, inspired by her memories of all her former fun with the Rasputin siblings, fun she was certain would never happen again. Like him, she’d tasted the fruit of pleasure, and she wanted more of it, and her present devastation was as much a result of the realization that she’d lost her partners in crime, so to speak, as from the loss of trust.

So, Lockheed decided to take Kitty’s mind off matters.

While Kitty continued to shower, and to moan about her failed relationship, Lockheed winged his way over to her medicine cabinet, and rummaged around, soon returning to the rim of the tub with a small hypopneumatic syringe. Without a needle to cause even the mild discomfort of a typical syringe, which might have set off Kitty’s instinctive “phase” response to danger, Lockheed very casually leaned over when Kitty leaned her head into the water, and couldn’t see him, and deftly pressed the hypo to the supple teen’s tight buttock. The drug he injected was something Professor X regularly provided to students with powers that were difficult to control, a power suppressor. It didn’t work for very long, and its effects could be overpowered with enough concentration and “brute force” on the part of the one injected, but that wasn’t Lockheed’s goal. He goal was to make Kitty hold still for a while, unable to escape.

Though she reached back to rub the slightly sore spot on her lily white bum where she’d been hypoed, Kitty otherwise didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she finished her shower, and stepped out, reaching for the towels on the rack nearby.

“Thanks, Lockheed,” she was saying, not really looking at the little purple dragon. “You have no idea how good it felt to get that off my…huh?”

In later years, Kitty Pryde would receive a decent training in the arts of self-defense from Wolverine, just like he trained all the students at the Xavier Institute during those times when he was acting as a professor. At that stage of her life, however, she was completely unprepared to mount any sort of effective resistance when Lockheed caught hold of her wrist with one astonishingly strong talon, and twisted it behind her back. Before Kitty even realized what was happening, Lockheed had whipped one of the towels, twisted up while she’d been showering and not really paying him any heed, around the girl’s wrist, before swiftly adding the other wrist to his knotwork.

“Lockheed!” Kitty called out, too shocked to even think about doing anything until she was kneeling on the condensation-slick floor of the bathroom, another towel neatly cinched around her ankles, binding them together. “Lockheed, what are you-mmph!”

There, a gag to complete the picture. Well, a washcloth, but it fit the purpose well enough. His job done, Lockheed hopped back a few paces and admired his handiwork, rubbing his talons together eagerly. At first, Kitty struggled, obviously expecting her phasing powers to come to the rescue, but then she noticed the hypo Lockheed had tossed carelessly next to the shower when he’d discharged it into her tight little butt, and she swallowed nervously, her eyes widening, cheeks flushing as she looked back at the dragon even then stalking toward her, his ridged penis extended fully from its slit.

“L-lkhee?” she whimpered softly into the gag, before giving a short cry as he grabbed her wet hair, pulling her down to allow him to run his long, sinuous tongue over her cheek. “Lkhee! Whtr oo oong?!”

Ignoring the garbled prattling of his human friend, Lockheed instead followed his instincts. She was young, healthy, obviously well into her breeding cycles, and even more obviously in need of proper attention, as she’d lost her male to some nonsense about human cultural norms which Lockheed honestly couldn’t even begin to understand, even if he’d wanted to try. He supposed he was breaking some more human cultural norms right then, as his tongue encircled first one, and then the other of Kitty’s breasts, alternating between the two, occasionally tugging on her rigidly perked nipples with his sharp-toothed muzzle, but, honestly, he could care less. Her reaction when he gave one nipple an especially hard twist was most gratifying, for her back arched, and she squealed into her gag quite loudly, her inner thighs trembling as she promptly stopped trying to escape his impromptu restraints.

Mmm, and speaking of thighs. Yes, a glance confirmed it: Kitty was leaking her juices on the floor. My but she was a messy little clutch-bearer, wasn’t she? When she met her eyes with his own knowing gaze, Kitty’s cheeks flushed even more deeply, and she looked almost as ashamed as she was aroused at knowing her dirty secret: she was enjoying this. Enjoying being ravished by a dragon. But of course she was! Lockheed knew all her kinks, having frequently watched while Kitty played her games with her two friends. He knew perfectly well that she enjoyed rough treatment, the rougher the better, and had occasionally been frustrated with that metal-shifting boy, Peter, because he was so gentle by nature, and so often afraid of hurting her. Well, small as the rest of him was, at least by human standards, Lockheed could match Peter Rasputin, inch for inch, in another area, and in thickness besides! He made sure Kitty knew it, too, nudging her nipples with the tip of his ridged, tapered prick in full view of her wide hazel eyes, even as his prehensile tail curled between her legs, then arched up into the snug cleft of her cunny. He did stop grinding the thick appendage against and then into that juicy pink snatch, either, until Kitty suddenly jerked upward, screaming into her gag as her whole body started to tremble all over with uncontrollable convulsions!

Fortunately for Kitty, Lockheed didn’t let her fall, which is just what would have happened when she came. Instead, he caught her shoulders with his powerful little talons, his wings pumping as he lay her down gently on the warm tiles of the bathroom floor. She was gasping for breath, her nostrils flared, her delightfully petite breasts heaving as she lay there, the very picture of afterglow. Lockheed almost felt it was a shame to spoil such a picture, but didn’t let it stop him from shifting his grip to one of Kitty’s hips, flipping her over onto all-fours.

“Lkhee?” Kitty got out, her voice shaky, her eyes heavy-lidded as she tried to form coherent thoughts. Lockheed, however, was having none of that. Humans were unpredictable when they had a chance to think, and he supposed Kitty might get some foolish notions about guilt or something silly like that if he gave her time to consider what they were doing. Yes, ‘they’ – if Kitty had really wanted to use her phasing powers, if she really hated what was happening to her, she could have used them, could have escaped her bonds, could have avoided the pointed cocktip he nudged against her juicy folds, parting them as he held her taut little buns steady with his strong talons. So instead of giving Kitty time to start building up some sort of inner argument about how what they were doing was wrong, Lockheed plunged his thick, ridged shaft into Kitty’s snug cunny, right up to the hilt!

Oooh, now that got a reaction! As the hot little human started to buck, wailing like a banshee into her gag (and Lockheed was glad for the gag right about now – he doubted Kitty would want someone to walk in on them at that moment), and Lockheed had to hang onto her sweet, skinny buns almost for dear life as she jerked and thrashed beneath him. All the same, he didn’t stop pounding her with loud, meaty thumps of his scaly hips against her smooth pink skin, hammering her with a brutal pace, until that delicate skin had turned a nice, bright red. Leaning his sinuous neck around Kitty’s middle, Lockheed greedily slurped on her breasts, while his tail found her clitoris, encircling it, then working that little lovebud for all it was worth. And that was all without counting the stimulation of what his ridged dragoncock was doing to her!

Fortunately for Kitty, Lockheed was still really turned on from watching her shower, or else he might have left her nearly braindead from too many inescapable orgasms. As it was, when he came, she was still cumming, her whole body jerking and twitching and tensing until her eyes rolled back into her head. The splash of dragoncum against the gates of her cervix was just that added bit of extra stimulation which finally blew her mind, leaving her drooling on the floor, her juices and Lockheed’s leaking copiously onto the tiles.

After that initial rough start, Kitty and Lockheed started to settle into a very pleasurable series of rimps in their nightly games, when Kitty’s schoolwork was done, and she was supposedly enjoying “a quiet night in her room,” as she explained to her fellow students at the Xavier Institute. And if Kitty happened to make a bit more use of the power-dampening drug than most other students at the Institute, what harm was there? After all, it didn’t have any side effects, and she certainly could use the help in getting her powers under control, using it like the set of “training wheels” it was supposed to be.

Which was where they’d left off that night, when things got even more interesting. Kitty was lying on her side, naked save for the many ropes Lockheed had lashed around her, while the eager purple dragon took his time, slowly tasting her sweet skin under his warm, wet tongue, licking off her anticipation sweat. She’d found a book, discretely borrowed from Wolverine’s private collection, on the ancient arts of kinbaku and shibari. Not hard when you can phase through walls without leaving a trace. Well, maybe a scent that would require some explaining later, but Kitty figured that as long as she returned the book, Logan wouldn’t mind too much. Mmm, and some of the places those ropes pressed against felt good! Those Japanese really knew their kinky stuff…

Little did Kitty know, but the Rasputin siblings were approaching her door that night, Illyana holding Peter’s hand quite firmly. For being the mighty Colossus, an invincible juggernaut in battle, Peter looked as though he’d rather face down the Sentinels right then, rather than whatever it was that his sister had in store.

“But Illyana…” he tried to protest to Magik.

“No buts, Peter,” Magik retored promptly, cutting him off before the much larger, dark-haired boy could finish. “We’ve already talked about this. I know you’re ashamed of yourself, but really, you love Kitty, I love Kitty, we both love Kitty. Why can’t we kiss, make up, and start over?”

After his relationship with his alien lover had ended, it was true that Peter found himself on the rebound, in desperate need of companionship. Illyana, meanwhile, had been patiently waiting for her brother to come around once more, as she’d know he eventually would. And when he finally came to her, seeking reconciliation, she’d been more than happy to comply…at a price.

That price was making up with Kitty Pryde.

As the siblings reached the door, Illyana reached for the locking mechanism, smiling as she noted it was unlocked. Obviously, Kitty wouldn’t mind visitors, as welcoming as she always was, and especially when she hadn’t even bothered to lock her door. When you were able to phase through matter at will, leaving your door unlocked was a fairly clear signal to everyone of what you really wanted.

Except, in this case, what it meant was that Kitty hadn’t gotten the chance to lock the door before the ever-impatient Lockheed had been working the first loops of rope around her body, eager to try out all the many techniques he’d been reading about while she’d been at class.

Two pairs of wide, startled eyes looked up as Peter and Illyana opened the door. The Rasputin siblings’ eyes were at least as wide at what they saw.

“Um…” stammered Peter.

“Perhaps we should come back later?” Illyana hesitantly suggested.

“MMMMM!” moaned Kitty despite herself, as Lockheed looked smugly at the pair in the doorway, and then tugged on a particularly strategically-placed rope. Though his expressions weren’t easy for a human to read, this one was quite plain: either get lost or come in.

Illyana looked at Kitty, sweating and naked and beautiful in bondage. Then she looked up at her brother, his jaw dropped, an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers at the sight before him. A very wicked smile then spread across the blonde girl’s fine-boned face.

“I suppose now is as good a time as any for Peter to apologize,” she said cheerfully, pushing her brother into the room before he could think to resist.

The door clicked shut behind them, as Magik made sure to activate the lock this time.

*

That was one thing about Colossus that Lockheed appreciated: he liked to watch. Actually, Lockheed was pretty sure that was something the girls liked about him as well. Perhaps that was why he’d fallen in with that alien girl: she was the passive sort, a healer among her people, and not aggressive and assertive like Illyana so often was in sexual matters, and like she was gradually training Kitty to be.

Just because he liked to watch, however, didn’t mean that Peter didn’t like to take part, and make love to the objects of his affection. Quite the reverse! Except, his way of taking part was through his art. A quiet sort, Peter’s soft blue eyes and large, gentle hands were how he preferred to make love to Kitty and his sister, not by touching them directly, but only with the tender caress of his gaze, while his hands sketched what he saw. Making love on paper, while Kitty and Illyana made love on the bed.

The moment she’d gotten her clothes off, Magik almost literally pounced on Kitty, rolling the other girl onto her back, their beautiful breasts rubbing together, erect nipples dueling. All tied up and helpless like she was, Kitty couldn’t do a thing to stop Illyana as the blonde girl worked a thigh between Kitty’s legs, grinding it there until the brown-haired girl was bucking her hips, her pert little breasts thrusting toward the ceiling as Illyana raised herself slightly, all the better to watch her friend cumming. Enflamed with passion, Illyana kissed her way down her shuddering friend’s smooth young body, until she was burying her face in Kitty’s cunny, her gorgeous buns thrust heedlessly upward as she got to work making the other girl squeal loudly into her gag.

Peter smirked lightly as he watched Lockheed creep up the bed, a long coil of soft bondage ropes in his muzzle. Deciding not to interfere, the dark-haired human continued to watch quietly, sketching as quickly as he could, and doing his best to ignore the aching bulge in his pants as the purple dragon did, quite literally, pounce on his unsuspecting sister’s upturned buns, letting the ropes uncoil before he swiftly lashed them around her wrists, pulling them behind her, then moving around her like a spider binding a butterfly, every action swift and precise from long practice in tying up Kitty.

In mere minutes, the surprisingly strong and very skilled winged reptile was cinching the last rope holding his sister tightly, before he dipped his beaklike muzzle forward, his long, sinuous tongue darting out, plunging into Illyana’s snug and juicy cunny. Very juicy, actually, for Illyana had only put up the most token of struggles as Lockheed had tied her up, the juices running down her inner thighs making it very plain indeed that she was loving the sensation of being rendered completely helpless. And when he started to muzzlehump her tasty quim, sawing his tongue forward and back with a will, it was only a matter of seconds before the intensely turned-on teen started to squeal loudly in orgasm, her head snapping up from where she’d been busily eating out Kitty.

As it turned out, Lockheed had been waiting for that moment. Interrupting his oral assault on her quim, Lockheed hopped up onto Illyana’s back, and crawled swiftly forward, deftly popping a ballgag into her wide open mouth, as the piece de resistance of the tableau. Yes, that would do very nicely. The way the little dragon rubbed his talons so gleefully as he hopped down between the two girls was adorable to Peter’s perspective, and arousing as well, since his ridged penis was fully erect, both bound, helpless girls looking at it, and him, with wide, half-fearful, half-aroused (or perhaps just mostly aroused) eyes. Peter had to capture the moment quickly with a rapid sketch, and did so, before Lockheed got to work.

Seeming to sense that Peter needed time to draw, or perhaps simply because of his own sense of theatrics, Lockheed continued to take his time, not hurrying in the least. There wasn’t any need to rush, after all. No, no need at all. Kitty shivered as Lockheed traced his clawtips down her supple outer thigh while she lay on her side on the bed, teasing the soft flesh of her pert little rump. She was a delightfully petite cutie…mmm, and she tasted heavenly, as Lockheed reminded himself, stroking his long, sinuous, prehensile tongue up the back of her leg, from the sensitive spot behind her knee, all the way to her clearly-defined dimples of Venus. The way she moaned as he licked her was gratifying, so much so that Lockheed decided to do it again…and then again…then a little more inside…mmm…oh yes, that was good. That was sweet!

“MMMM!” squealed Kitty as Lockheed’s tongue penetrated her delicate pink folds, only vaguely aware of the sound of Peter’s pencil scribbling in the background, capturing every juicy detail, or of Illyana’s wide eyes and flushed face as she knelt nearby, watching while Kitty lay on her side, Lockheed near her flanks, his tongue thrust deep into her visibly quivering depths. That tongue was thrusting, forward and back, and twisting in ways no human penis could…well, perhaps for some mutants, but not a normal human. Reaching out with her magical senses, Illyana lightly touched Kitty’s aura, only to suddenly stiffen up as, at that moment, Lockheed rasped his tongue – sawing it, actually – against that tender spot right before Kitty’s cervix, without quite touching the cervix itself. At the same time, the length of his tongue arched just so, tingling over Kitty’s G-spot with unerring skill. Leaning in a little more, Lockheed reached out with one of his small talons, and began to swiftly rub his scaly palm against Kitty’s clitoris, adding a final point of pleasure that swiftly proved just too much. Too much for Kitty, who began to squirt her juices with powerful force, just narrowly missing splashing Lockheed’s scales. Too much for Illyana as well, that brief connection she’d created sending a jolt of pure pleasure shuddering through her body like an electric shock. As Lockheed lifted his head, eyeing the lovely little blonde (more busty than Kitty, certainly, but then, Lockheed wasn’t obsessive about breast size, coming from a species whose females didn’t have breasts in the first place), he watched in deep satisfaction as both girls writhed on the bed, their hips bucking, squirting copious juices onto the sheets. Oh yes, those would have to be changed. Luckily for Lockheed, only humans did laundry. The same that only humans bothered with silly things like clothes.

Not giving her time to recover, Lockheed thrust his tongue into Illyana as well, covering her lightly-furred blonde pubis with one talon to better work her erect clitty for all it was worth. NO mercy for these sweet little maidens! And just to make sure of it, the purple Flock thrust his prehensile tail backward, squeezing it into Kitty’s still-gushing quim, working it in time with his rapidly-thrusting tongue. Neither girl had a chance, not for a moment, their young bodies too receptive, too eager to accept pleasure, and to enhance it.

Too ready to accept the seed of a virile male.

Yes, both girls were ovulating. Lockheed could smell it, could taste it as Illyana wailed loudly, her juices squirting out over his tastebuds as her hips arched upward. Both were ripe, more than ready to be seeded by Lockheed’s mighty dragonstaff. Long ago, the Flock had developed the ability to interbreed with many species, as a matter of survival in a race that had far too few of its own females, and genetics that were remarkably mutable. Reaching out, gripping the hips of both wriggling, squirming, cumming little clutch-bearers, Lockheed easily rolled them both onto all-fours, their bottoms thrust almost straight up. A pair of very easy targets.

Seizing his sister’s heart-shaped tushie and climbing up over her, resting his heavy shaft between her buns, Lockheed glanced back at Peter, then leaned over, and flickered out his tongue. That agile oral organ slowly caressed Kitty’s tense anus, circling it, working into it, wetting it thoroughly. The invitation was obvious, and made all the more clear as Lockheed reached over with one talon, and grabbed one of Kitty’s bouncy buns, spreading it apart.

Grunting softly, instantly Peter was standing, going to the bed. Almost as instantly, his naked body was sheathed in his gleaming metal skin, his erect uncut penis projecting out from his hips like a bar of solid steel, its “ribbing” clearly visible, as it was over the rest of his body. Kitty only had time to look with heavy-lidded eyes at Lockheed, half-confused at the little dragon’s touch, before her eyes grew huge as she felt Peter’s massive metal hands seize her dainty bottom mauling her buns, kneading them firmly. If Peter wasn’t such a gentle giant, with Kitty’s powers mostly neutralized right then, she might have been in serious danger. But Peter was gentle, taking it nice and slow as he pressed the plump, seeping tip of his metal penis to her tense rosette, and worked his hips forward, stretching her open gradually until, with a soft ‘pop,’ he passed her outer ring, and slid smoothly into the small brown-haired girl’s achingly tight rump. As a human, Peter was well-endowed, and Lockheed was his match, or perhaps a bit thicker, thanks to the ridges along his draconic penis. In his metal form, Colossus was big, and even with the training in taking large blunt objects Kitty had gotten from Lockheed up her cute little butt, when he started to work that heavy, uncircumcised shaft, she wailed into her gag, her body flooding with endorphins.

Colossus was the gentle sort. Lockheed, however, was anything but. Snarling and growling and hissing with delight, the purple dragon went to work pounding Illyana’s gorgeous tushie, making her heart-shaped buns bounce as he rutted the helplessly bound teen with a will. What Lockheed might have lacked in size, he more than made up for in enthusiasm, his teeth bared as he shafted Illyana right to her depths, tickling the very gates of her womb with the tip of his tapered prick. And those ridges! Illyana couldn’t stop herself from drooling around the ballgag Lockheed had fitted into her mouth (a mate to the one he’d used on Kitty), whining loudly as the fleshy protrusions along the underside of the Flock’s cock plucked her pleasure-giving nerves like a finely-tuned violin. She felt like she was going to die from so much pleasure! There was no possible way she could ever feel any better than this.

Illyana was wrong.

Roaring in a voice far louder than his tiny size would have indicated possible, Lockheed grabbed on tight, and started pounding the blonde’s pussy with all his might, his belly scutes slapping her smooth, pale buns in machinegun succession. The ridges on the underside of his cock rasped against Illyana’s clitoris whenever they came out, and again when they went back in. Inside of her, they squeezed and stroked over her inner walls, as did the ones on the top of his shaft, stimulating her in ways that were impossible, or so she’d always thought. But then, she’d only ever enjoyed sexplay with her brother, who was only a human, however well-endowed. Lockheed was a dragon, and his kind were made to made to bring pleasure to the females of countless species, to better spread their seed across the multiverse. No race capable of experiencing female pleasure could resist the true hidden power of the Flock, not the Shi’ar, not the Kree, not the Badoon, not even the shapeshifting Skrulls. All had been rutted into insensibility by the raw sexuality of the little space dragons, and left to bear many, many clutches of their eggs. Now it was Illyana’s turn.

Even as Lockheed picked up his pace, so did Peter, Kitty’s anal ring stretched smooth and tight as a drum around his girth, his heavy metal sac slapping her neatly-trimmed slit with each impact of his hips against her delicate bum. Both girls squealing into their gags, Kitty even more loudly as Lockheed casually slipped his tail into her gushing sex. The girls leaned together, pressing their smooth, pink, naked hips against each other, their cheeks touching, nuzzling each other almost like animals seeking to share comfort and togetherness. At the same time, the two males, human mutant and Flock dragon, squeezed the bottoms of their respective girl tightly, and just let themselves go, holding nothing back as they rode the girls to ultimate bliss.

Colossus bellowed like a bull, his cum splashing into Kitty’s tight teen butt like the gush of a firehose. Almost simultaneously, Lockheed threw back his head, breathing a gout of fire to mark his triumph, the triumph of the Flock, as the tapered tip of his penis suddenly flared within Illyana, covering and squeezing against her cervix tightly as he started to cum, forming a tight seal, ensuring not a drop of precious dragonsperm was wasted. With his fire, Lockheed bellowed again, declaring his triumph as he impregnated the blonde beauty squirming beneath him in the throes of her own multiple orgasms.

Empowered by his steel form, Colossus was still hard as he pulled out of Kitty, leaving the brown-haired girl panting for breath around the gag in her mouth. Illyana was even worse off, her breathing ragged, her whole body flushed and shuddering with powerful aftershocks as Lockheed gradually worked his slowly-deflating penis from her pulsing pussy. Spreading the young blonde’s labia with one talon, Lockheed nodded, admiring his handiwork, then leaned in to have a light taste, just to confirm his suspicions. Yes, he’d thoroughly knocked up this human hottie, and it was very likely she’d drop more than one egg, as receptive as her body had been to the pleasure he’d given her. Flock sperm was far more vigorous than that of humans, and the hormones contained in Flock semen very often caused more than one egg to be stimulated to maturation at the same time, even in species, like humans, that typically had single births.

Now, it was time for Kitty. Lockheed eyed Kitty’s still-untouched little cunny with all the avariciousness of a dragon of far more vast size. His tongue flicked out, tasting her pheromones in the air, confirming what his earlier taste of her quim had already told him: she was ripe, easily as ripe as little Illyana, and just as ready to bear his eggs. Not just physically, Lockheed could sense, but emotionally as well. Certainly, Kitty loved Peter, and she loved Illyana. But she also loved Lockheed, and Lockheed loved her. She would take care of his clutch. And Lockheed would take care of her.

Dragon and man shared a look, an expression passing between them that only guys could really understand. Something between love and friendship, with a deep understanding, and emotional acceptance. Peter acknowledged Lockheed’s right to be there in the same bedroom with himself and the two girls before them. Lockheed acknowledged this acceptance by Peter, and accepted him in turn. While Peter, with his human senses, couldn’t know that Lockheed had already knocked up his sister, Lockheed knew from that brief nonverbal exchange that Peter wouldn’t mind. After all, the next babies to be squeezed from between those lovely thighs, either Kitty’s or Illyana’s, could very well be his own.

Each male accepting their sense of belonging, Lockheed crawled across the bed, while Colossus shifted slightly, trading partners. Peter’s stoic face showed a slight smirk as he noted that the purple dragon had even been kind enough to rim little Illyana’s anal ring, getting her nice and slick for the big metal male. Illyana’s pink bottom was a paler shade than Kitty’s, and slightly more full and rounded, giving it that exquisite heart shape as she held herself up, aided by the ropes holding her fast after her exhausting series of orgasms, and Peter found her cheeks fit nicely into his large hands as he gripped her, his thick fingers sinking into her tender flesh while he slotted himself into place at the bullseye of her bottom.

Even as Peter was just starting to nudge his sister’s pink chrysanthemum open, Lockheed was lashing Kitty’s cunny up and down, curling the length of his tongue into her with each lick, and paying no heed whatsoever to the occasional trickle of thick human semen trickling down from her gaped bung. Oh yes, this was fine: the taste of a freshly-ripened teenage girl, all ready and very willing to make babies for him. Naturally, Kitty didn’t know Lockheed’s full intentions for her, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was that Lockheed’s cocktip easily slid into the little cleft of her slick little cunny, and Kitty eagerly pushed back to meet Lockheed’s first powerful thrust as his talons tightened on her upturned little tushie.

Hissing like a kettle as he paused, savoring the feeling of Kitty’s quim clenching down around him, rippling up and down his throbbing, ridged shaft, Lockheed ground his hips, delighting in the loud screams into her gag this elicited from his little human clutch-bearer. Yes, his. Smoke curling from his nostrils, the small purple dragon seized Kitty’s rump with all his might, using the talons on both his hind legs as well as his forepaws, even wrapping his tail around one of her thighs. Growling in draconic avarice, Lockheed slowly drew his hips back, making sure to angle his shaft just so, to ensure his lower ridges properly stroked over Kitty’s clitty, before he suddenly reached out, and grabbed her curly brown hair in one startlingly strong talon. Kitty gasped at this sudden act of possessiveness, her whole body tensing up, her pupils dilating. Illyana’s voice filled her ears, and she glanced over to see her friend’s breasts bobbing as Peter’s hips slapped against her presented pink buns (and inadvertently forcing still more of Lockheed’s dragonspunk up toward her ovaries, stimulating them still further). This was only the act of a split-second, however, for the next moment, Lockheed was snarling in her ear, buried right to the hilt once more in her inner channel, setting off another violent orgasm for Kitty, this one more powerful than the last.

As her juices splattered against Lockheed’s thighs, Kitty tried to beg for mercy, to plead with Lockheed to spare her. She wasn’t coherent anymore, wasn’t really thinking, nor was she capable of it as the little dragon with the very big cock started plundering her pussy for all she was worth. As her smooth, flat tummy quivered, along with the muscles of her inner thighs, and her anus, thoroughly gaped by Colossus, winked and tensed and tried to tighten up once more, Kitty had the vague notion that she was about to explode or burst into flames. She just felt too good!

Next to her, Illyana was making noises that were driving Kitty wild as Peter shafted her butt, almost as wild as the way Lockheed’s dragoncock was stroking her everywhere, leaving nothing untouched, stimulating her just as much as the first time. More, actually, as her body had adjusted to him, changed to better take pleasure from what only he could do to her. This had to be Heaven, but if she was in Heaven, then Kitty had to be dead, or so her pleasure-fogged reasoning decided. She’d cum too much, blown out her own brains with more erotic energy than anyone had a right to experience, than any mortal being could experience and still be alive. These thoughts, and more, whirled in Kitty’s mind, even as Lockheed snarled and snapped at the air, slap-slap-slapping her buns with his belly scutes until they turned a bright red, putting his whole body into every thrust, his entire will, until, finally, his whole world went to pink with a bolt of pure, explosive orgasmic energy.

Arching his back, Lockheed roared, scorching the ceiling with the gout of fire he released, whitewashing his Kitty’s womb with his thick, potent cum. That wasn’t just hyperbole, for Kitty’s vagina was a little shorter than Illyana’s, matching her slightly more petite body, and when Lockheed thrust into her right up to the hilt, he did, indeed, just barely penetrate Kitty’s womb with the very tip of his pointed penis. With his cockhead swelling up, creating a tight seal for his cum, Kitty’s whole body was jerking and spasming in explosive shocks of pleasure that threatened to jerk her right off the bed.

In the aftermath, tongues caressed smooth flesh, and slightly rough scales, as the lovers cleaned each other off like cats. Illyana and Kitty especially seemed to enjoy this game, which was more than enough to arouse their male lovers in short order. Fortunately, this oral cleaning soon extended to the two males’ upright erections, and Lockheed and Peter shared a subtle high-five as they watched their girlfriends bob their heads, eager to taste another heft load of thick cream.

But that was all cooldown, for even Lockheed had limits, and a third, rather less potent orgasm was that limit, especially after he’d put his all into knocking up two hot teenage girls. Peter, back in his fleshy form, lay comfortably on the bed, almost asleep, his softening penis lying across one thigh. Had he known it, the Russian artist would have been desperately annoyed to realize how beautiful the pose was, and how worthy of being captured, and yet how unable he, as the only artist in the room right then, was able to do justice to sketching down such a sight. Fortunately for his peace of mind, Peter didn’t realize this, and instead lay with his arms outstretched, Illyana resting comfortably under one arm, Kitty under the other, while Lockheed lay curled up on his cobblestone stomach. While Lockheed might not be especially interested in males, any more than Colossus was, they decided they were willing to bend the rules with each other. After all, what could it hurt, especially when they were already sharing the same women?

*

“This is your fault,” Kitty chided Lockheed with a scowl. Lockheed simply looked at Kitty smugly as he sat on her distended stomach, then slowly, lovingly caressed the firm dome beneath him, before extending his tongue, and lavishing gentle oral attention over her stretched-smooth skin.

Months had passed, and the pregnancies had advanced with astonishing rapidity. After some investigation, and a consultation with Shi’ar medical personnel, with whom the X-Men continued to keep up fairly good relations when possible, Professor X concluded that a clutch of Flock eggs typically took about three months to reach full gestation. While Illyana and Peter weren’t too terribly bothered, since their family was almost entirely back in Russia, the Pryde family didn’t live that far away at all, which made Kitty overjoyed to learn that she wouldn’t be pregnant for nearly as long as she’d initially feared.

“He’s incapable of feeling guilt,” giggled Illyana, lying next to Kitty, feeling the first shudder within her body telling her the time of her laying was drawing very close, perhaps another day or two. “Typical male, whatever the species.”

Both girls glanced over at Peter, seated on a chair by the bed, sketching the moment. Realizing they were looking at him, the dark-haired young man raised his eyes, then shrugged, a light smirk not dissimilar from Lockheed’s own playing across his handsome features. Then he hastily went back to his drawing, throwing himself into the work with proper concentration.

“I see what you mean,” sighed Kitty, reaching up to gently stroke Lockheed, then to lift herself as much as possible (for she looked and felt nine months pregnant, and ready to pop at any moment), giving the little purple dragon a kiss on the tip of his snout. “But I do love you, you silly male. Even if you did knock me up.”

Had he been able to voice his thoughts, Lockheed might have added “Because I knocked you up” to Kitty’s statement. Fortunately, however, he was as incapable of human speech as ever, though his sly, yellow-eyed glances spoke volumes.

Hearing a tapping on the windowpane, Peter blinked, interrupting his drawing, and rose to go and see what could be the matter. Eyes widening in surprise, he reached out, then opened the window, allowing a small green dragon, even smaller than Lockheed, to zip into the room, and buzz around the light fixture several times before finally coming to a rest at the foot of the bed.

“It’s Puff!” said Kitty with a bright smile, before she blinked in confusion. “But…what’s she doing here? Didn’t she die in Japan after…well, you know?”

Illyana frowned, then reached out with her magical senses. While they weren’t as refined as the telepathy of the Professor or Jean Grey, Illyana’s magical powers had their uses, not least of which was to sense the attempts at communication by those that couldn’t speak her language.

“She reformed,” said Magik after some time spent staring into the green dragon’s eyes. “When she exploded, she was spread out for so long, but eventually she came back together, a lot smaller than before, like she was at first. She sensed Lockheed’s eggs about to be born, and she came to find him, and them, so she could take care of them.” Illyana looked at the purple dragon still perched on Kitty’s distended stomach, peering down at the she-dragon on the bed like a cat on a wall. “She still loves you, Lockheed. And if you’ll accept her, she wants you to give her a clutch of her very own as well.”

Laconic as ever, Lockheed slid smoothly from Kitty’s belly, and stood on the edge of the bed, facing the small green dragon, smaller even than himself. She looked down, making a soft churring noise, every inch the shy and fearful young lover, vulnerable as she placed herself at the mercy of another, hoping that love would be returned. For several moments, Lockheed continued to look her up and down. Then he glanced at Kitty and Illyana. Though the spell of understanding had already expired, it didn’t take magic to know what Lockheed was asking.

“It’s all right, Lockheed,” said Kitty, and Illyana nodded in agreement, before they joined hands. “We’re already sharing so much. And besides,” she and Illyana cast Peter a teasing look.

“You won’t have to share little Puff with Peter!” Illyana finished, before both girls burst into giggles.

“Don’t be too sure,” grumbled Peter under his breath, uncertain how serious he was as he looked over the little family gathering. Then he smiled as Puff and Lockheed nuzzled close, before the purple dragon led the smaller green dragonette up the bed, so she could be cuddled and kissed by Kitty and Illyana. Sacrificing his art for the moment, Peter rose from his seat, and joined them, wrapping his great arms around all four members of his little family. And they were family, all of them. Perhaps not a traditional sort of family, but they were united by love.

In the end, wasn’t that what was most important?