Satisfying the Breeding Urge

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

“I didn’t take the first time.”

Vellura plumped up her feathers expectantly, eyeing the dragon and the raptor as if they had something for her. And, indeed, they did have something for her – something large, in fact, that she had come to expect as her due for staying in the territory. The phoenix ruffled her luxurious, blue feathers sweetly and eyed the males, the two of them exchanging a look that was filled with good humour as much as the phoenix had been demanding of them. It was strange enough to see her there with her long, fanning tail without a heavy, pregnant stomach, in all honesty, though it was not something that they would be at all concerned about obliging if her needs were such that she needed yet another filling.

Keither tilted his head, though it was difficult enough for the energetic raptor to stay still at the best of times, his purple scales, tugging taut over his body like a leathery type of skin, showing off the definition of his body and, most notably, his strong hind end. He was a male-based hermaphrodite like Xigfeldo, the two of them similar in ways that, sometimes, made them one and the way, though there were pleasures for his male side that made him all the more eager to do just what he had, well, done with just Vellura not so long ago. And her slit had felt so very good closing around his shaft...

The raptor licked his lips, tail flicking lightly back and forth.

“And I thought I had given you two loads by the time we were found by the lake,” he chirped, eyes dancing with mischief. “Was that not enough for a sweet little breeder-bird like you?”

The phoenix gasped, eyes widening.

“Oh, you! Watch your tongue!”

She could have been sharper but, when her body was not actively in heat, it was hard for her to find her anger, knowing that it was all in jest and she’d get what she wanted anyway. With the cave roof arching overhead, her voice echoed softly off the walls, making it sound as if there were several phoenixes there, all at once, all crying out for attention.

Oh, oh, oh, you, you, you...

Watch...watch..watch...

Tongue...tongue...tongue...

Not all of the words could be picked out but Vellura shuffled her stance, tiny pieces of grit digging into her feet as she rocked her weight back. The silver-black dragon, that she had rather rudely introduced herself to in the middle of a storm on the course of their first meeting by fucking him and screwing herself on his cock, eyed her with his usual slight smile, tail curling back and forth like a feline. Xigfeldo didn’t need much in the way of words to make himself heard, sometimes the mere set of his body enough to have her shivering, swaying, wanting what he had to offer whether that was conversation or a rather thicker filling than she may otherwise have anticipated on the rare case where he was able to, playfully, catch her off-guard.

“You two squabble,” he joked lightly, though he was more restrained than the raptor who had pushed on boldly with his own joke. “Yet there’s something endearing about it too. You two make a good pair.”

“What, with her?”

Keither affected shock and staggered, wide-eyed, as if he could not believe it, which only prompted the phoenix to squawk and plump up her feathers even more, eyes bulging. Whether they played to one another’s strengths or weaknesses, however, was something that only the months and years with one another would tell, all of them, at the very least, enjoying each other’s company even though the raptor and the phoenix were yet to find their path in life. There was still a pleasure to being taken care of and they enjoyed that well enough in Xigfeldo’s territory, at the very least not having any worries at all about larger predators than them, though they were both formidable in their own right. They didn’t want the hassle, truly, and who could say that they wanted that?

Their own worst enemies, of course, were one another as Vellura grunted and turned away, feathers all sticking up in the wrong directions.

“Of course, we do,” she chirped huffily, beadily staring up at him. “You breed me well but...hm... Sometimes a phoenix needs something more, no?”

Cockily, she bobbed her head, her chest puffed up and pushed forward as if she was actively showing off for the two of them. She was beautiful, after all, a young adult phoenix who was still coming into her sense of self in the world. There was much to learn but what Vellura had made her own so far lifted her up, making her feel as if she was floating on the wings of the world rather than trapped with her own to, as glorious as they were.

Chuckling softly, the dragon let her rub up against him (she had acquired a few little, adorable, habits off him, due to the sheer amount of time they’d spent together), dipping his head to her level.

“Oh, my dear... If you want to be bred, I can oblige with that,” Xigfeldo purred, nuzzling the phoenix’s beak as he put her head close to hers, sharing the intimacy. “But the problem is, my dears, that I have a very special friend of mine here too... I’m sure you’ve seen our offspring throughout the territory too, though they are a more reclusive sort.”

Vellura blinked.

“What? There’s someone else here that I haven’t met?”

Keither rolled his eyes but that, thankfully, went unnoticed as Xigfeldo shook his head and stepped back, slanting his gaze into the darkness at the back of the cave. Where he could have illuminated it with magic-infused gemstones, he had allowed darkness to reign, but that was how she liked it sometimes, finding the world too bright and harsh for her eyes after the terror of the realm that she had left behind. 

“Svea? Would you like to meet them?”

He spoke gently to her with true love and affection in his tone, leading those gathered there to wonder (though Keither was a little more sceptical than Vellura) if they were, truly, just friends. That was not for anyone besides Xigfeldo and ‘Svea’ to decide, however, even though Keither had, of course, seen her in the territory before. Sometimes she liked to linger around Xigfeldo’s hoard, tucked away in the deepest of caves, though she always scampered when she became aware of his presence. Something, he supposed, had driven her to be that way, although she had lingered longer and longer in more recent times, finding her confidence and her words too, as few as they were.

The serpentine hydra slithered forth, gliding across the cave floor as if she was barely touching it herself, light on her scales as her many heads lifted, all nine of them, in fact. Vellura blinked and stepped back, though it was more to take her in, her glittering green boa-like body weaving and winding. It was hard to keep track of any singular part of her body as she shifted, sinuous and smooth, seeming to require absolutely no effort at all to slither, though even the use of that word could not accurately depict her soft grace, the flickering of her tongue as she raised her heads, eyes like chips of ice, cutting and yet with a softer point of melting inside. The truth of the hydra, however, would only be seen in time to come, Vellura’s heart pounding even as Svea gently nodded just the one head in quiet greeting.

“Oh!” Vellura shivered, feathers sticking out. “I’m so sorry – I didn’t even know you were here! How long have you been here?”

She fumbled with her words; it was hardly a position of politeness that the phoenix had ever before found herself in. But Svea was an older soul than her, in all honesty, the relationship between her and Xigfeldo only outlasted by Keither, though the raptor was the sort of quiet creature that would be difficult to get rid of in any sense of the term, a permanent fixture.

“It’s quite alright, little one,” Svea said with a smile (well, one of her heads smiled), tongue flickering softly over her lips. “It is I that should have introduced myself to you but I’m afraid that I am not from your world and, well...”

If she could have scuffed her feet over the floor she would have done so but, as it was, Svea twisted and curled her tail, heads winding and weaving as if they could not find anywhere to settle.

“You don’t have to say, Svea,” Xigfeldo purred, putting his body up against the length of hers, soothing her without the need for the words that slipped from his lips, practised with the familiarity of time. “It was a difficult time for her, shall we say, but all is well now and that is all that we need to know.”

Ah, age had allowed him to move forward with greater diplomacy than ever and he knew too that there was no need for every nuance of her past and her life before to be revealed. Where she was safe now, her time before was not pleasant at all and Svea herself did not want to go through the act of reliving it, even to friends who would listen and soothe her. Instead, he let her twist her tail around his, heads hissing, lips quivering, words coming from all of her heads at once, whispering and writhing.

“Thank you...”

A strange echo but one that he was familiar with, letting her soothe herself, though he was there for her, as he was for all of those that he considered his mates and friends. They were the only ones, after all, to see the true side of him, the softer side and the gentler side, the side that would lie beside a campfire into the small hours of the morning or by the lake on a hot summer’s day to simply while away the time, needing nothing more than the company of someone he cared for. That, in itself, could be enough sometimes with the right friends and he had more than found that in those he bonded with, filling his territory with more life than he could have done on his own.

“On to better matters,” he murmured, eyes gleaming, lips brushing a hydra’s cheek, though he did not catch while one of her heads it was as the glittering of her emerald scales teased his irises. “Vellura here, who you have seen before even though you’ve been canny enough to avoid her, my dear, has found a liking to breeding...”

“Oh?”

Svea picked up one of her heads, the one that she’d chosen to be dominant at that particular moment, while the others licked and nuzzled down the length of the dragon’s neck, all trying to stay as close to him as possible. He was her rock, her sense of stability in a world that had done its very best to rip her from the fabric of reality itself. Hell, she’d even very nearly lost her life, the last of her kind in her world but... Xigfeldo’s tongue on her cheek drove all of that away.

She shuddered. It was time to leave the past where it lay, the ripples on the lake softening, smoothing back out into a glassy surface, a looking glass that she could finally admire herself in without wondering if she should still be looking over her shoulder. Though that time had changed her, it no longer had to define her.

And she could languish in joy instead.

Vellura chirped uncertainly, though the passion between the dragon and the hydra was impossible to deny, Xigfeldo’s lips pressing to one of her heads after the other, finding a kiss her and a touch there, tongues tangling, desire mounting. As he had brought her into her life as a breeding phoenix hen – something that she very much enjoyed and believed to be her calling in life, at least for the time being – she saw then that his influence stretched further than even she had imagined, more coming to light than ever before, bit by bit. The hydra’s tail swept around as the phoenix inched closer, beak parted, eyes alight as if she could tease in on that passion if only she crept close enough, something softer warming in the pit of her belly, though she was not, at that time, in heat.

The dragon groaned, a wet slurp coursing through his body, rising up from the slit of his cloaca, cock slopping out. Although his shaft did not produce anything at all like its own lubrication, the oil of his aphrodisiac naturally wanted to come out, just a little bit for his body to ease the passage of his length, coating his spire in a slick sheen of infatuating oil. His nostrils flared sharply but it was Svea who was the most affected, her tail teasing around him, flattening around his cock, trying already to grind her cloaca up against his. She was one too that, like some partners he had had in the past, boasted two sexes within her cloaca, her vent hiding both a feminine passage and a masculine shaft – two of them, in fact, which were particularly delightful when the spines were laid flatter, just enough to allow a little prick.

Inwardly, Xigfeldo smirked at his own joke. There was nothing small about it! 

“Relax...”

He hissed but it was an adoring sort of hiss that had the hydra winding around him, her necks and tail interchangeable, all slinking and writhing, twisting together into a delicious cacophony of sensation. Though her cloaca pressed against his, her own cocks teasing out, the spines half-raised, though she would have to go easier on them too if she wanted to penetrate him that particular day. If there was one thing he wasn’t into, it was more than the most tantalising lick of pain, being a creature of pleasure rather than the darker lusts. Though it was each to their own, in that case, and maybe one day he would be able to bring home a partner for Svea that enjoyed her spines raking through them!

Not that day though: another time.

“Come here, Keither.”

It was an order but one that the smaller raptor knew full well would play out to his benefit, scampering forward as his cock slipped out, eager for attention. The hard spire was not quite as large as the dragon’s, due to the difference in their sizes, though that did not matter really when it was more than enough to please any partner, muscles twitching eagerly as his belly-slit parted around the thick girth of it, a little bit fatter at the base where truly deep penetration could be so gleaned. Vellura fluffed up her feathers but was rather too much fascinated by the show at wing before her eyes to complain all that much. Of course, she could have, but she was too fascinated by the thickness of those twin spires, the spines lying back down against the length, seemingly enough for stimulation but the way they glistened, oh...

Crooning, the phoenix tipped in, unable to stop herself, tail and wings sweeping around to caress those shafts even as Xigfeldo laid the hydra back, Keither scrambling with a keen judder into position. He was not one to turn down an offer, though he did spare Svea, of course, a reassuring smile, stroking her hide and clicking his jaws at her, letting her show him what she wanted, what she liked, her tail slipping back to twist around his.

“Ah...” She murmured, heads twisting back and forth, words coming from several of them at once, yet not all. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

And that was something that Keither would come to see and learn for himself as the tapered tip of his smooth shaft pushed into her cloaca for the first time, the hydra on her back with her heads pulled up, a ripple of pleasure coursing through the length of each neck as they all moaned in turn. Deeper and deeper he went, teasing his cock into her vent too, for it was a separate opening within her cloaca, one that closed tightly around him as soon as he was inside. The head of his cock quested for her innermost barrier but, with the hydra, her body was designed to take a larger, more demanding cock than ever and he was easily able to thrust deep, sealing the entire length of his hard meat into her cunny as if it was no trouble at all.

Yet she was tight, so very tight that he gasped, lungs fluttering for a moment in time with the pounding of his heart, tail swinging back and forth. It didn’t help, of course, that Vellura was there too, the phoenix that he had only recently begun to learn more and about grow closer too, her wings and tail sweeping over his shaft as it drew back, teasing and stimulating, although he made no allusion to the fact that she had her interests firmly placed elsewhere at that moment in time.

Vellura crooned, her beak not very helpful in stimulating the hydra’s shafts but her feathers doing well enough. They were soft and sleek too, allowing them to tease between and over the spines even as Svea’s arousal grew, a tingle of moisture at the tip of them growing more and more noticeable. And yet even the very presence of a single drop on her feathers had her moaning, beak parting, eyes rolling back, her sense and grip on reality slipping more and more.

There was something she needed, like the heat in her stomach, what had driven her into such a frenzy multiple times before in ways that she found, even then, difficult to explain. But the phoenix was not in such a position that she needed to explain why her vent was, so very suddenly, sopping wet, teasing droplets of arousal drooling from her, staining her feathers, dripping to the cave floor. It was not the usual cave but a new one, dry and homely, the base soft soil that was sandy in nature, spilling and cupping under her feet as she shifted to a more comfortable position. There was no sense, after all, in getting the grit of smaller stones embedded in her feathers when such passion was upon her, her head twisting back and forth, breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Thankfully for her, there was more than one there that was able to assist with her current predicament, if it could even be called such.

“That may not have been your wisest idea,” Xigfeldo teased, taking the phoenix into the fold of his wings, cock out and hard, twisting back and forth in prehensile eagerness for what was to come. “Her poison, if you would like to call it such, acts like my aphrodisiac, sweet Vellura. But it’s a good thing, even if it’ll make you feel like you’re in heat all over again, stimulating ovulation even...”

“Ohhh...” Squirming, the phoenix tried to grind her vent down, the slit hidden in her feathers practically pulsating with desire, coursing through with too much blood, over-sensitive and desperate for something more. “It does? Really? But it’s...”

Her words, however, too swiftly devolved into a moan, Xigfeldo chuckling and twisting around her, tail squeezing her, lifting her up just enough for his legs to slip beneath. He sat back on his haunches and teased her into his lap, supporting his bodyweight easily for the phoenix to slide down, even her vent seeming to seek out his shaft, though the wetness of her feathers, teased into erotic overload, did lead him astray. His first thrust, as he guided her down, went astray and she keened loudly as he slid over her tail-feathers, smearing luscious pre-cum in his wake, even his oily aphrodisiac sinking into her, teasing her into a deeper frenzy than ever as he flooded the comparatively small confines of the cave with his perfume.

It would have taken a far stronger creature than Vellura to resist and, oh, she had no inclination in either her body or her soul to resist in the slightest, wings outstretched and her back against his belly as she slid down onto his cock. His body allowed his shaft to fit any body and, like always, the stretch was there, the warmth of her closing around him as the dragon grunted, throat trembling with the light vibrations of the sound, a call that heralded his growing pleasure. The lewd slurp of Keither’s cock disappearing into Svea over and over again filled the cave and Xigfeldo could rest well-assured that his sweet hydra was well taken care of, while he had another lusty female in his charge to tease to an erotic high.

But all Vellura knew was the wet strain of her slit around his shaft, how her heart surged for him, wings weakly fluttering out as if her body wanted to take flight even in that moment. The bulk of the dragon’s body aided in, at least, pushing her tail to the side, letting him have easy access to her cunny as he thrust and ground, muscles burning and yet not even finding it in himself to care for the physical strain. Muscles could ache afterwards: he had lust to seek out in the heat of a passionate moment that he had learned better than most to snatch up for his own while it was there and available to him.

Xigfeldo’s eyes wandered, Svea laid back as if she was enjoying everything to the utmost degree, moan after moan rising from each head, though there didn’t appear to be any order to which one cried out and when. That was all well and good though as her control slipped, Keither ploughing into her, the little raptor’s movements more erratic than ever as the tease of her juices drove him to a fervent high. He had intended to be slow and careful, though nothing that he delivered unto her could ever harm her, the hydra squirming and writhing, tail locked around his, a lover’s embrace as tight desire drew tauter and tauter within her heart.

“Ah-ahhh!” She cried out, heads twisting, lips pressed to Keither’s, the raptor willing accepting her tongue into his mouth while another stroked his neck, lapping sweetly, urgently. “So deep... Ah... Go... Go harder!”

She’d learned how to ask, even if it sometimes came out as a demand, for what she wanted, excitement making her throw caution to the wind, although she was a bolder hydra entirely when with Xigfeldo. The dragon made her come into her true self, though even that self of self was set to change over the years and that was alright too. It was him too that had taught her that one was never to be locked into any particular one way of being at all times; there was so much more out there for any one individual, life beckoning with a crooked claw and a glint in her eye.

She just had to take it, to luxuriate in the roiling, coiling pleasure, necks twisting along with her tail, the winding into the raptor’s simply divine. Keither grunted over her, languishing in her pleasure alone, the rampant, heady pump of his cock something that made her head spin so very much. Yet Svea was still with her senses as he kissed her passionately, eagerly letting her serpentine tongue into his mouth, twining it around his own as if he was, in fact, a long-time lover of hers.

Warmth blossomed through her, though it was, for once, not a direct result of the sex, the drive of his body against her. They were both cooler-blooded creatures and she whimpered softly, cunny tightening around his cock, her body trying to glean every last drop of pleasure it could, tail squeezing around his in her version of a hug – the least she could do in such a position. But Keither did not slow or stop, his foreclaws finding her heads, caressing and stroking, teasing a light rise to her green-patterned scales that sent a ripple through her whole body.

So, vulnerability isn’t such a bad thing after all...

It was not for her to worry about but Keither could not help but groan into her mouth, swapping between them, letting the hydra lead the way even though she was actually the one on the bottom. He was well aware that she could throw him off at a moment’s notice as he powered into her, needy, short, sharp thrusts of his cock keeping his length as deep inside her as possible, hardly drawing back at all before plunging inside again. She was erotic, intoxicatingly so, Xigfeldo’s perfume tickling his nose even if he was somewhat resistant to it after spending so much time around the dragon, in both his territory and his lair. That did not mean, of course, that he didn’t enjoy giving himself over to it, moaning and whimpering, loving how it lowered the last little inhibitions that may or may not have been present. 

Anything was possible when the surge of lust flashed through his body, tingling with electric sparks as if a storm was crashing down from so very high above. Svea’s moans rang in his ears, tongue tangled, limbs pressed into a writhing mass of neck and tail, the tightness in his loins growing and growing and growing. Holding back was simply not an option and even less so as Vellura’s keen cry rang through the air, the phoenix climaxing on the dragon’s tool, the raptor’s breath catching as he plunged in one last time.

And it was there he stayed as he bellowed out his climax, hind feet scraping through the softer ground, scattering grit and tiny stones, head ringing and pulsing as if such pleasure could not be contained by one body alone. Her slit tightened around him and, suddenly, he was no longer alone in his pleasure as Svea too rocked into orgasm, her love-tunnel rippling and twitching, massaging his full length, every last nuance and crevice in her body intent solely on the act of coaxing every last drop of cum from him. The hydra gasped – all heads at once – and arched up against him, the hefty bulk of her powerful tail allowing her more leverage than Keither may have originally have given her credit for.

Their bodies rolled and twisted together even as Vellura took in the lusty show, given a front-row seat in the dragon’s lap, balanced on his legs as he held her still simply to fuck her. But it was not as if one orgasm was going to take everything she had out of her as her slit tensed around his shaft, seeming to try to keep him out even as her body screamed for more, wanting to be used and pounded. She would only later discover just how Svea’s poison, what lurked sweetly behind the spines of her shafts, worked but the effects could be felt in the moment from the tiniest of droplets that had soaked into her feathers and skin beneath. 

Everything in her ached to fuck, to breed, to be covered, to take a cock over and over again, pleasure unlike anything else hers to greedily gulp down all for her own. She needed it all, every last bit of it, the hydra’s moans echoing through the cave, each separate head having its own voice. Yet Svea was one and the same creature and Vellura hungrily eyed up her cocks as the spines flared up, pointed and deadly, yet something that her lust-addled mind, even in that moment, craved desperately.

The plunge and drive of Xigfeldo’s cock was still what she needed in the moment though, floating into another orgasm, skin tingling, her feathers fluffed out as if each one was seared through with heat that could not be contained. Her body had to release it somehow and the dragon’s groans of lust echoed in her ears as she desperately eyed up the cum sloppily heavily out of Svea’s cunny and cloaca, her slit parted enough so that she could see, from her little vantage point, the pink of her insides, dark and inviting even to another female. Vellura, after all, had never grown up to have any inhibitions between partners and whether she liked male or female partners – or both! – was something that Xigfeldo had introduced her to in sweetening ways during the course of her several pregnancies and laying of her clutches already.

Oh, how she wanted her nestlings again, the little ones that looked like her with draconian features, depending on the time of the month that he had impregnated her (it really was an interesting feat of breeding, if she had had the inclination to get into that side of things herself at all), the hybrid offspring more often walking on two legs than four, wyvern-type dual-creatures. No name had been given for them as yet but a broody phoenix hen could only lust wantonly for the passion of having a nest of her own again, scraping and scrabbling against the dragon’s thighs as his muscles tensed, abdominals contracting in the prelude to the grand event, what they had all been waiting for.

Xigfeldo gasped, snapping hastily, his wings flared out as if for balance, although he was quite comfortable where he was. His shaft twitched up against the phoenix’s cervix, as deep as he could possibly go, yet that was comfortable too, as comfortable as it was for him to rock back on his kind legs, call his muscles to action once more, rocking and thrusting, driven by the basest and purest of needs. His eyes met Svea’s, the hydra enraptured in her own afterglow, and he smirked breathlessly as the phoenix once again climaxed on his cock, the slickness of her arousal slopping messily down his shaft, marking his scales and even splattering to the floor. If he’d known just how much Svea could affect her, he may well have at least attempted to introduce them a little earlier! But the hydra enjoyed her privacy, the seclusion to come into herself, and that was not something that he would readily take from her without any kind of dire or due cause. And, of course, in that case, there was none. It was good that she’d learned to be more open on her own, time providing the best cure in sinuous companionship.

Their eyes remained locked, her main head risen and eyes glinting passionately, as he neared climax, the pump and grind of his hips hypnotic in their repetition. And yet he would keep on fucking Vellura until both of them were exhausted and sated, even though he had had to pretend on several occasions already that he was too tired to continue – a complete lie in the face of a dragon. Vellura was not yet to know, however, about the stamina of a dragon and he solely worried that she would exhaust herself unduly, lusting for the fatness of his prick so much that it drove her into a flurry and frenzy of fluttering feathers at the best of times.

Her shrieks and groans, each a different pitch and exotically enticing to his ear, were more than enough to tease him to the edge, residing there for several long moments, wondering whether to tip over or not. Time was his to command right there and then, after all, but a drake’s stamina too was legendary, able to cum multiple times over (and over again) without tiring at all, fucking as long and as hard as he wished. So what did one little quick climax mean to him in the grand scheme of it all?

His roar echoed off the walls and even Keither ducked his head to ease a little of the tenor of the sound from his ears, too sensitive for such abrasive scrapings. But the dragon’s climax came with the power of such a roar too, spurting a huge load of virile seed deep into the phoenix, her passage massaging him almost lovingly, although he knew that that was just the reaction of her body. It was all because of him though and Xigfeldo puffed up with pride, pushing his chest out, adoring even just how he could make her feel, Vellura’s eyes glassy with pleasure and her tail giving that little twitch already that told him that she would need just a little bit of a rest in a short while.

Until then, however, she was his to do with as he pleased and that was just what the phoenix wanted too, the drake snarling and peeling his lips sweetly back from his teeth, letting every last iota of his lust show. There was little he liked better than putting on a show and Svea’s cocks twitched and pulsed, drooling fat globs of pre-cum, the tease of their throbbing enough to send Xigfeldo into further throes and spurts of lust, his orgasm rolling on and on and on. It was so very much, much more than he would usually pump into the little phoenix, and Vellura keened out her orgasm shrilly as her belly inflated lightly, her womb forced to accept his offering even as more was forced out along the length of his still-thrusting cock. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking her, from keeping on with the ardent rise and fall of desire, and the phoenix fell back against him, trembling, at the very moment that his spurts began to taper off. Yet the slowing of the pace was so languid that one could have been forgiven for not realising it was happening at all, lost in a moment that threatened to sweep all of them up and away on clouds of ecstasy unlike anything else that they had experienced, as a group, ever before.

Yet they were all about new experiences as Xigfeldo laid Vellura gently down on her back, his body protectively covering her and mostly blocking her from the view of the others, shaft drawing slickly from her. The phoenix moaned, her cunny clutching and sucking at him with a lewd, wet slurp as if it could not bear to have him leave the heat of her, though there was the potential for more pleasure than ever with the variety and spice at hand in that very cave.

“Ohhh,” she groaned, twisting her head back and forth even as the hydra and Keither slithered and trotted, respectively, over to rejoin them, closing what little distance had laid between them. “How... How did you cum so much? Oh... Oh, that’s so much!”

She babbled, words tumbling from her beak without making much sense, Keither nosing her softly, soothing her as Xigfeldo stepped back, smiling as they came in together. He’d known they would all come together well, even though they’d needed time and a chance to be introduced, welcoming one another with the passion of their bodies, scales and feathers equals in his eyes. And fur too, though he didn’t have anyone else in his cave, at that time, with fur. He licked his lips. Maybe soon, he’d have to invite more into his inner sanctum...

Vellura let Keither lick her beak, check her over, although the raptor really did know that, truly, she was okay in herself. The phoenix was a tough bird and she could take his erratic, jerky thrusts like a pro, even though he was ready to go time after time again, just like Xigfeldo. He was a rougher lover though, too excited and relishing in his own joy, unwilling to hold back as long as he had a partner too that could take it. Svea curiously snaked one head around him, wrapping the raptor up in her necks, and he leaned into her embrace with a purr, Vellura cradled against him, the three of them resting, relaxing, just as the afterglow warmed their scales. 

“Oh!”

That time, however, it was Svea who cried out, a giggle breaking her lips as her heads whipped around, half-jerking Keither off his feet. Xigfeldo had not been idle, his tail questing lightly into the treat of her cloaca, though it had not pushed up into her cunny-slit but the tightness of the anal passage that was also held within. The fluffy tip was not best-suited to penetration, gaining moisture from the oil and her luscious arousal that she secreted in the depths of her passage, but it would still slick down damply to do the job. Slick and ready for him, she groaned deep in the back of her throat, a rumble of passion rising as her tail twisted and thrashed, seeking to coil and yet lacking something firm to wrap around, her passion rendering her ever so slightly clumsy in the moment that she wanted to be the most elegant in desire. Her body was primed to keep herself clean down there, which was another reason that her cloaca excreted so much fluid, and he had no qualms at all about pushing his tail deeply up into her, licking his lips as he anticipated another treat coming to light.

“Vellura...” He rumbled. “I think it’s time that you and Svea have a little time to yourselves...”

But that time to themselves was not to exclude the others, oddly enough, though no one was bothered about correcting a detail like that at such a time. A time of rest was all well and good but Keither was already hopping and clicking his jaws, chattering wantonly as his shaft perked up hard and ready, a prick with a drooling tip, soaked still by the hydra’s arousal. It would take nothing at all for him to slide up into a willing hole at that very time but the notion only remained to be seen who would take his shaft next, if he was not even the one to sweetly raise his tail for another kind of pleasure too.

Svea didn’t need any convincing as Vellura whimpered eagerly, eyes alight and her tail sweeping out of the way as she scrambled up onto her feet, the phoenix keen to show off her plump, drooling vent, seeming to push out from the back end of her body under her tail. Thick rivulets of cum streamed from her, the feathers there more off-white with cream than blue, but bathing could wait until later unless she was to be bathed in something far more erotic, her breeding lust requiring sating with the burning desire in her belly coming to sweet fruition.

The dragon’s perfume flooded the cave once more, Xigfeldo releasing more again, renewing its potency, though they were all on the same page when it came to mutual pleasure. Yet Svea twisted luxuriously into it with a barely withheld moan, eyes half-lidded and serpentine tongues seeking out the phoenix, the soft dustiness of her feathers that smelled as if they had been powdered with a flower’s scent. There was something sweetening in them and the raptor grunted, allowing her space, as she coiled around Vellura, the spines of her tools flattening down again, though there was still a little moisture on them that would make the experience all the more erotic for her.

Poison? Well, it was a hydra’s blessing and their   curse, what turned them into such creatures of lust during mating season. It was only Xigfeldo that had shown her that, with others that were not of her kind, mating season could be all year round too, pleasure lacking restraint where prosperity flourished.

Vellura leaned into her, beak parted, wanting it all, though the feel of scales against her was strange when it was not coming from Xigfeldo or, indeed, Keither after their several little sessions together in the last moon cycle. She crooned and rubbed her head against the hydra, though the little gasps the other creature made were music to her ears, Xigfeldo’s tail working its way deep into her, stretching her anal passage and teasing out the tightness there for a lusty throb of both her cocks.

And it was those cocks that pressed up to Vellura, her feathers marked and stained and yet still wanting more, wriggling and heaving, her breastbone rising sharply as she strove, as much as she could, to suck in breath after breath through her nares. Alas, nothing she did seemed to release the tightness in her lungs, claws scraping the ground, though there was no firm ground beneath her anymore, just a writhing tail, a supportive mass of muscle that she would have to trust even as her heart lifted for the mere touch of those shafts.

“I’ll do it one at a time,” Svea chuckled, rasping out her amusement as Vellura squirmed against her, flapping her wings as the hydra’s tail coiled and lifted her up, getting her into position with the tip of one shaft teasing her vent. “It won’t be too hard for you... Promissse.”

No, Svea was too gentle a soul for that and she knew how thick two of her shafts at once could be, although Xigfeldo’s body was, of course, able to take them. The dragon was a creature like her in that regard, even though she was larger than she had been back when they’d first met. The hydra shivered. Now that was a good memory indeed...

Keither assisted, his smaller claws acting less like feet and allowing him to grip and tug only one of Svea’s cocks up to Vellura’s slit. The tip found the indent of her sex and that was all that was needed, his muzzle dipping to tease and caress the hydra’s trunk, the sizeable girth spreading the phoenix open beautifully, and Vellura’s strained entrance, easing any soreness that may have resided there.

The phoenix squirmed, panting, her feathers sticking up, eyes wide. That wasn’t right... No... No, not what she needed! Svea’s length sank slowly deeper, stretching her, asking her wet slit to accept every inch bit by bit, the hydra slow and caring, tentatively exploring what this smaller lover had to give in turn for what she delivered so smoothly and tenderly. 

“No...”

The hydra paused, tool half inside.

“Oh, no...” Her coils loosened, still trying to support the phoenix as her heart fluttered. “Are you hurt? Oh, Vellura...”

“No.”

That one came out harsher and even Xigfeldo picked up his head, eyes brimming over with curiosity. The phoenix struggled, working her beak to get the words out, though what came surprised all of them.

“Both,” she finally managed. “I want both.”

Svea laughed, breath rushing from her in relief.

“Oh! Is that all? But you’re so small...”

Yet Vellura was not a phoenix who had, in her sexual life of mutual lust, learned to take no for an answer when it came to what she wanted for her own body. Keither chuckled and shook his head but was quicker than both of them in helping them out, slipping Vellura up only enough so that he could squeeze both of Svea’s cocks together, though he was not to know then that she had more than enough control over her body and her muscles to do that for herself. A helping hand was never amiss in such a scenario, however, and soon enough Vellura was wondering just what she’d gotten her feathers into that time as she wriggled on not one but two shafts that were solely intent on stretching her out.

Her slit forced itself into a gape around them, strained to its limit or, at least, that’s what it felt like to her. Orgasm slammed into her with the force of flying straight into a rock wall – well, she wasn’t going to come up with the most elegant of terms at such a time! – and she screeched, trying to flap her wings but managing only little, jerky movements that were easily soothed by the coils of Svea’s tail. The hydra held her close and safe as her eyes rolled, hissing and nuzzling the phoenix, checking she was okay, even as she seated her shafts fully inside her, her body simply not knowing how to stop until the ultimate pleasure had been achieved.

Yet there was something more happening too and it was impossible to ignore even as Keither lapped her cloaca, teasing his tongue into her cunny too, the driving stretch of her forbidden passage (not so forbidden anymore) making her tighten and even give a little thrust unintentionally.

“Unnff... Xig...”

The drake’s eyes glittered, his brows rising where the ridges of scales there afforded him a wicked range of expression. For added effect, his tail thrust another inch or two deeper, finding another bit of stretch there that had not previously been explored. 

“Yes?”

Svea trembled, tongue hanging out over the side of her lips on several of her heads.

“Oh... Your tail...”

But he had no intention of not using his tail even as Keither nuzzled his way under him, seeking out his shaft, a sly little bit of a treat that he could take too while the dragon was otherwise occupied. Xigfeldo still appreciated the lap of his tongue swirling around the head of his cock, however, cunny tightening, his sex wanting something inside him even as he filled Svea with his tail, the show more than enough erotic delight than his body could handle in the passion of that moment alone.

Keither could not have found himself in a better place than he was in that very moment, whimpering around the tool that thrust into his maw, his lips smoothed down lightly over his teeth to protect the dragon’s sensitive shaft. Of course, his magic would stop him from being harmed unduly and repair any damage taken but the pain was not something that Keither himself wanted to deliver, slurping and suckling, his cheeks hollowing lightly as he took that glorious cock as deep into the back of his maw as his body allowed. Alas, he was not designed for such feats and he hacked as the drake pushed into the back of his throat, brushing his gag reflex, though he could suppress it if he was given enough warning.

Xigfeldo didn’t want to give him that warning, eyes fixed on the kinky show before him – my, oh, my, playing the part of the voyeur had never been so sweet! And yet he was still very much present in the moment too, not set back away from anything, rocking his cock into the smaller raptor’s mouth, teasing him with the length of it, although he had so very often raised his tail for Keither too. It was all in the name of mutual pleasure, after all, and nothing was forbidden between them, the two of them even having spent some time asleep with one or the other’s cock still up inside a tail hole or a cunny alike. To them, it made no difference where the pulse of ecstasy, as addictive as it was, could be teased to a throbbing crescendo of moans. 

Keither grunted around the fat shaft straining his jaws open wider and wider but he was right where he wanted to be, groaning and letting the little vibrations from his throat and lips travel down into the length of Xigfeldo’s cock, shivering and stimulating. It was all something that he liked very much to be done to himself too, the beauty of boasting a shaft of his own and knowing too what he enjoyed, playing out his own likings with Xigfeldo even though he knew too what the dragon lusted for above all else and that was the stimulation of a hole that, really, should have been too small for even him to thrust into.

Yet others could be tight too and Vellura keened and squirmed on the hydra’s shafts as she teased in, deeper and deeper, the stretch so much that it was all she could do not to lose her mind. Not that that would have been all that much of a bad thing as she gave herself over to pleasure unlike anything else, the hydra letting her cock seat itself as deep inside her as it could possibly go, tension building and building in the depths of her loins. Yet Svea did not need to thrust with such a tight cunt delectably wrapped around her, a warm embrace that was better than any other form of intimacy to one who was, duly, coiled up in it herself, passion flourishing, her heads weaving, every last one of her eyes half-lidded on the edge of ecstasy.

And then it came, a pulse that her body would not deny her, howling and shrieking, heads whipping back and forth even as her tail tightened around Vellura. She didn’t need to hold the phoenix in place but the bird was hers to care for until otherwise parted, her cocks spilling a load that felt thicker and headier than anything she’d ever delivered into a partner ever before – even Xigfeldo and he could tighten around her like no one could ever believe! The phoenix could not let the massive overdose of seed ooze out of her either, strained to her max, the two shafts pushed into her at just the right angle of her to climax over and over again while her belly bloated out massively. 

In the end, it was Svea who had to take charge of the moment, allowing the phoenix to slip off her cock, the muscles of her abdomen and her tail manipulating her feathered friend off the twin shafts, her cunt spilling a hefty load of cum, so much so that, in a different situation, it could have been considered comical. Yet it was not as Svea wrapped herself around the phoenix, cooing and nuzzling, stronger now that she was in a position of control, as if that was all that she had needed right from the very beginning.

Keither rumbled, the hydra’s squeak not something that bypassed his ears but he was not to know just what Xigfeldo was doing with his tail at that very moment in time. Little did he know how the dragon slunk it around, teased it under the raptor, taunting him oh so very lightly (in the most playful, of course, of manners) with what he could do with that tail. Fortunately for him, the dragon had thought to be kinder than ever in that moment, sliding the thickness of the length of it up against the raptor’s cock rather than ploughing him full under his own tail, although the dragon was cockily confident even then that he could drive Keither to orgasm after orgasm with the sweetness of anal stimulation through his cloaca so very easily either way.

It was just what he wanted to do and, well, it was Xigfeldo’s desires that reigned supreme above all else. It matched up well with those in his fold and under his wing, however, as Keither whimpered around his cock, letting the dragon thrust deep, fucking his mouth as if it was another, more pliable, hole on his body, though that was, surely, to come.

And the dragon knew it too, letting the raptor slurp and struggle with the massive heft and bulk of his cock, striving even then to swirl his tongue around it, suckling him deeply. He could swallow rapidly and gulp down what breath he could into his lungs between thrusts, though he would not suffer in the slightest as his throat was pounded, gulping down all that he could of Xigfeldo’s shaft, the tapered, narrower tip teasing down into his throat. Deeper and deeper, he told himself that he could take it all, cock aching, throbbing for attention, even though the dragon’s tail curled around against it, giving him the lick of pleasure his loins needed and yet leaving him wantonly there, lingering, teasing. 

Keither groaned, feathers shuffling, rustling against his scales. He couldn’t quite get over the edge without a little more, just a little bit more.

Before Xigfeldo’s eyes, Svea laid the phoenix back, gently, in her tail, holding her up, a shaft positioned at her vent and a little further back too, her slit containing everything that she needed for that manner of pleasure. The hydra blew the dragon a serpentine kiss with a flick of her tongue and Xigfeldo grinned in turn as his tail pressed all the more fervently up against the raptor’s shaft, teasing and grinding, watching as Svea pushed into both Vellura’s tail hole and her pussy again at the same time.

It was a moment that the phoenix would remember forever as she was filled where she felt, truly, that she shouldn’t have, the tight entrance to her anal passage closing down hard, trying to instinctively keep out the intruder. But that was not to be as her heart sung and lifted, pounding so vehemently that it was quite as if it was about to leap out through the rise of her breast bone, so passionate was her lust. She could not have explained how she felt right there and then but her climax rolled through her, twisting her feathers into a stark rise, the hydra’s cool scales roiling and smoothly caressing her, a lick on her cheek and a kiss on her beak.

“Oh... Oh, this... Thisss I haven’t done in sssuch a while!”

Svea slipped into hissing again as she pressed her heads down close to Vellura, wanting to share as much of the experience as possible with her as the phoenix quivered, shivering up to her attention. The lick of the moisture, the poison that they hydra held, on her spines had affected her so deeply that it was all she could do to stay in place, right where she was, every last nerve-ending in her body tingling with an inner fire that only Vellura could brag the true effects of.

But it was all as the phoenix wanted it to be as the hydra slid deep again, letting the natural pulse and tightness of the phoenix’s body bring her to a rising thrum. Her vent was so tight that it near enough stopped her from thrusting anyway, something that Xigfeldo had shown her the pleasure of even though hydras did not typically thrust for the act of breeding, spilling their seed into a waiting partner. Svea’s pussy squeezed down instinctively as if wanting a partner of her own rammed up in there too but that would come in time, maybe with a dragon that time slipping inside her, filling her like no one, in all honesty, never could.

No, there was something about the dragon that was special, yet even the passion of being watched by him made it all the better for her, an eroticism in performing, exhibiting what she had to give up to the adoring crowd. Of course, she was still learning what she could come into in time and that was alright too: it would all be the hydra’s to claim duly.

Yet Keither was there with his throat working, barely aware as the tip of Xigfeldo’s damp tail teased up under his own tail, seeking out his cloaca with deliberate intent with a sodden fluff of fur at the tip. And it was all as it was supposed to be as his tail drove up into the raptor’s tail hole, his tight passage squeezing down, putting him in just the same position as Vellura, the two of them one and the same when it came to the bliss of anal penetration. Of course, Keither had had the joys of it before and he lusted for it all the same, his heart pounding, throat pulsing with the nuance of breath, though he barely felt as if he was getting any air into his lungs at all.

It was just the start, the dragon grunting, his loins tightening, need rising, tail thrusting. Everything came together in beautiful symphony, perfect in the moment, and he rammed his tail deep as his cock tensed, wanting to twitch and pull, twisting within even the closure of Keither’s tight maw and throat. His load shot straight down and the raptor had no choice in the matter as to whether or not he swallowed, whimpering and whining, his anal passage forced to take something that was, typically, too large for his body, regardless of how often he’d taken that tail in times before too.

Yet what he wanted, even then, as Xigfeldo drew back, painting his muzzle with a thick slop of dragon-cum, was ready to be gifted to him. The hydra keened out her lust as she spent another load into the phoenix, filling her in both holes at once, and Xigfeldo rumbled around, keen for his own tightness, the hole he really wanted around his cock. His tail had done the work of preparing him duly and Keither lifted his tail readily as his hole was left empty – though not for long!

Svea curled around Vellura, supporting her even as her belly rose dramatically, though she knew too that no harm would come to any partner she took in her coils, lifting them up into fresh pleasure. After all, that was what Xigfeldo had taught her, what she had taken to heart, her life coming into something far, far better than had been her lot before, treating others as she had wanted to be treated oh so very long ago. It was all she could do and the tight pulse of the phoenix’s holes, though that seemed so very impartial, drove her on, spending her load, seeding her full and deeply, tongues flickering out again and again over Vellura’s cheeks.

Keither was not left out as he roared, cock spurting and spending his seed on the floor, finally given that backdoor pleasure that even he had not realised he’d been craving, rocking and grinding, panting heavily. His tail lifted but the dragon’s cock ploughed deep, claiming what was due to him, the raptor doing what he could in the moment to grind back, humping and arching his back, muscle working to brace against what could so easily overpower him, even if he and the dragon, truly, were one and the same.

That was, however, for the two of them to know and no one else, Xigfeldo grunting and snarling, one orgasm swiftly following the next as he climaxed in a near-seamless stream, pumping the raptor full. His stomach would not bloat out like Vellura’s but the passion would come to be between them all the same, driving them up and up and up like a storm brewing where only they could feel the effects of it, Keither spurting and shooting his load still. Each thrust of the dragon’s cock brought another wave of pleasure to a broken mind, but everything was just as the small raptor wanted it, clenching down on his shaft even as the dragon ploughed him full with load after load until even the raptor’s legs gave out under him.

Alas, there was only so much that Keither could take, despite all that he wanted to take, smiling with a toothy grin, his eyes open and yet not seeing, passion rising, twisting into ecstasy. Somewhere in the cave, Vellura moaned, letting him know that she was at least somewhat still with herself, even though the level of comprehension she had with the situation at claw was not something that he was about to question with a hot load of dragon-seed spilling thickly from his tail hole, his cloaca strained open and yet to close protectively over what he held inside.

Coming down from their mutual highs, the four of them curled up together, a pile of straggling limbs and cast out tails, stretched out and breathing heavily, although that was the first thing for all of them that they knew too would return to normal. There was only so much that most of them could take in the course of one day or night, depending on how one wanted to look at it. Svea moaned, Keither wrapped up in her tail, the smaller raptor even cowed into restfulness, even though it was a hard enough endeavour for one such as him at the best of times.

“Mmm... Can you...hm...twissst?”

Svea nudged him into position and even the dragon had to roll his eyes as the raptor’s cock slipped into the hydra, seating itself where she liked a shaft to be the best, a groan rising from her lips, quivering in multiple tenacities. She whispered and Keither leaned into her, letting her tease the erratic nature from his twitch and personality, soothing him to the edge of fitful sleep. The restful one would come later and Svea would help with that too, having learned more about the raptor than she ever thought she could about another creature, even though he very much was not one that would be a threat to her.

Vellura needed more time than anyone and Xigfeldo nuzzled her beak, trying to rouse her against himself and his better judgement, grunting softly in the back of his throat even as her eyelids fluttered. She was not yet asleep but most certainly not with the world of the waking, cum spilling hotly from her cloaca, her vent and her anal passage alike strained and stretched, gaping lewdly until, later in the night, her muscles would again learn that they could tighten up again. The swell of her stomach, however, would come to a natural drop later, swollen with seed and rendering her overfilled as if heavily pregnant in the very best of ways.

Yet even she had to let out a half-awake chirp as the dragon cheekily rested his head on her stomach, nuzzling and licking, eyes alight with that mischievous, draconian glee that drew so many to him in the first place.

“Ready to go again, my sweet?”

Vellura groaned, head lolling back.

Maybe in the morning!