What a nightmare.
Eggplant felt strange when he woke up the next morning. A strange feeling, something he could only describe as wet and somehow tingly. He tried to raise his eyelids open, to see an unfamiliar ceiling above him. In his dull, early morning mind, the strangeness of the sight didn't register. He instead poured what little focus he could muster into the strange soreness across his entire body, and trying to remember what happened last night.
He remembered... well, nothing. He was drawing a total blank.
As his mind began to slowly start up more, he became more acutely aware of the wet tingle, which he could now feel in his crotch. More so, something was moving on it, up and down, bobbing on his shaft. He was hard, but couldn't recall becoming erect. It was almost as if he was…
Some kind of wet dream, Eggplant thought. He let his head fall back more into the pillows as pleasure ran through his body. I think I'll just lay back and enjoy it before I wake up for real.
Out of curiosity, he managed the strength to pull his gaze downwards to see exactly who was servicing him in this bizarre dream. Strangely, however, he didn't see the pale face of any women he remembered from his tribe. Not that nameless busty redhead hunter he always fawned over. Not his childhood crush. Not even his sister.
Yeah, that had happened before. Let's not talk about it.
Instead, the face he saw looked… blue? A sort of pale blue. His eyes were blurry, but he thought he saw what looked like horns on her head. Drawing out a long blink to clear his eyes, his vision cleared, and suddenly he felt everything rushing at his mind.
Anemone. Anemone was there, maw open, slobbering all over his dick.
Eyes wide in shock, Eggplant was suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was to cumming.
Acting entirely on instinct, a knee-jerk reaction, he flung his entire torso at her and grabbed her head, one arm on the back of her head and another on one of her horns. Before Anemone could react, he slammed her down onto his crotch, until her lips were pressed against his stomach.
He exploded deep inside of her mouth, his dick gushing white-hot ropes of semen into her maw and down her throat. Eggplant squeezed his eyes shut, his hands gripping her head in a vice grip from the adrenaline of his orgasm. Had he kept his eyes open, he could see Anemone keeping her eyes closed too, as she greedily lapped up his cum as it rushed into her mouth.
When he was finally drained, Eggplant collapsed into the bed, seeing stars in his eyes. Everything that had happened the night before came rushing back to him all at once.
He had fucked Anemone.
And he had enjoyed it.
Feeling more movement on his shaft, he looked down to see Anemone pulling herself off of him, her lips parting from his tip with a soft pop. "Mmm…You weren't waking up for breakfast, so I had a snack," she slurred, her seductive voice sending chills up his back.
Eggplant groaned, propping himself up on his elbows. "G-good morning to you, too."
"Did you enjoy last night?", She asked, turning her piercing baby-blue eyes onto him. It almost felt rhetorical; they both had a good time, and they both knew it.
But still, whether he enjoyed it or not didn't matter. He had still slept with a dragon. No matter how much fun he had, something still nagged at the back of his mind, telling him what he did was just outright wrong.
She must've read his grimace when he didn't respond. "We don't have to talk about it," she spoke in a strangely soothing tone. "Nobody has to know what we did. If you'd like, we can just forget this ever happened and move on."
"Or," the lewdness in her voice came back with a vengeance, "If you'd like, we can always have more fun sometime~" She leaned in to kiss him again, but Eggplant quickly stopped her by pushing her face away with an open palm.
"I just came in that mouth," he deadpanned. Anemone reared back and laughed. Eggplant couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, too.
"C'mon, let's not keep Mother waiting for us," she said, hopping off the bed and making her way to the door.
"Are you sure you're still hungry after that snack?" Eggplant teased. Anemone responded by chucking his discarded clothing at his face.
"Get dressed, big boy, we've got breakfast waiting on us," Anemone laughed. Stars, her laugh was so cute.
"Did you read that notice Eggplant had sent to your room?"
Queen Coral turned to look at her daughter expectantly. Anemone seized up; in the middle of their, er, 'fun', she had completely neglected to look at the letter which led Eggplant to catch her in the first place!
"U-uh… R-Remind me again?" Anemone chuckled nervously. Out of the corner of her eye, she could almost see Eggplant starting to sweat a little.
Coral sighed in exasperation. "What were you doing that made you forget to read such an important letter?"
"I… was busy with something." For once, she wasn't lying. Eggplant had buried his face in one of his hands by now, blushing profusely. Coral didn't seem to notice.
Coral's brow furrowed. "Well, since you have neglected to read it, I'll just tell you myself. Your scavenger servant, Eggplant."
Both the scavenger in question and Anemone perked up. "Your scavenger," Coral continued, "is being transferred to serve Queen Glory in the Rainwing Kingdom for the next week."
…
"He's what." Anemone asked.
"Transferred. Eggplant, for the next week, you'll be serving Glory instead of Anemone and I."
"M-may I ask why, Your Majesty?" Eggplant stammered. Scared stiff of the queen as always.
"Some Seawing patrols got in a fight with Rainwings. We're hoping your service could work for reparations," Coral answered cooly.
F-for real? Anemone didn't know what to think. She knew there was no dissuading her mother, but…
...
"It'll just be for a week, I'm sure everything will be fine," Eggplant told her after they finished breakfast and had retreated back to Anemone's room. Now that the pair were more awake, they could both detect the lingering smell of sex that filled the room.
"I know, it's just…" She couldn't even pinpoint a problem with this setup, but something about it just seemed wrong to her.
"Look." Eggplant placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'll go there, I'll serve for the week, and I'll come straight back here."
"And then you'll come straight into my mouth," Anemone responded without missing a beat. She bit her lip, flashing a toothy, lewd smile at him.
Eggplant laughed, but began speaking slowly to her. "Y'know, if you'd like… we don't have to wait a week."
His hand trailed up her neck and rested under her chin, his thumb pressed against his cheek. She blushed at his forwardness; since when had her shy and timid scavenger become such a flirt?
Her blush burned stronger as she spoke, but she gave him a sharp grin. "Oh, I'd love that."
"O-OH, FUCK YES! HARDER, DAMMIT! AAAHHH~!"
"When you said you wanted to 'try something new' for reparations, I can't say I expected you to bring a scavenger as your envoy."
Deep within the heart of the rainforest, on the royal pavilion, Glory lounged upon her throne, giving Eggplant one of the most oddly neutral expressions he'd seen in his life. She didn't oppose Coral's idea, but she wouldn't have suggested it herself, either. She was surprised, neither pleasantly or unpleasantly, and nothing more.
"I figured, over something this minor - but still notable," Coral quickly corrected herself, noticing a slight furrow on Glory's brow, "it couldn't hurt to give something a try." The conversation felt worded very strangely to Eggplant. From his position, he couldn't tell who had initially suggested that he serve in the Rainforest in the first place.
"Say, Anemone," Coral turned her attention to the princess at her side. "Before we begin, would it not be nice to give Eggplant a small tour of the area, so that he may become better acquainted with it in his time here?"
Anemone perked up. "Of course, Mother! If Queen Glory approves, as well?"
Glory gave the dragoness a soft smile. "Sounds good to me."
Before Eggplant could react, Anemone had already practically dragged him halfway around the entire Rainwing village. He barely had time to stop and take in the environment around him. Her 'pretty princess' behavior immediately dropped in favor of her love for the Rainwing villa. She was clearly excited about this place, but Eggplant couldn't figure out why.
"Ooh! Ooh! I have these two friends here who'd love to meet you! They should be around here somewhere…"
Anemone had let go of him and was running around the pavilion herself. Eggplant tried to sprint to catch up with her, but halfway there, he saw the air shimmer in front of him, and the face of a dragon appeared inches from his own. With a frightened scream, Eggplant flailed back, falling to the ground unceremoniously.
"Oh, Tamarin! There you are! It's nice to see you too, Kinkajou!"
Before any of them could respond, they could hear Coral's voice calling for them somewhere nearby. "Eggplant! Anemone! Where are you?"
"Here, Mother!" Anemone called back. As they heard the Seawing Queen's wingbeats approach, Anemone sighed. "Sorry I couldn't talk more. I just got here, too…"
"You may spend more time with your friends, Anemone," Coral said, appearing from seemingly out of nowhere. "I only need Eggplant. We're going to be speaking in private with Glory about what kinds of labor he will be performing over the next week." Eggplant's face visibly paled, but he quickly clambered on Coral's back before they both took off to see Glory.
"Aww, poor Eggplant! You're not working him half to death, are you?" Kinkajou said in mock accusation.
Anemone didn't respond immediately. She waited a long second until she could be sure they were out of earshot.
"Umm... Anemone? Yoo-hoo? Pyrrhia to Anemone, are you there?"
Tamarin said nothing, but Anemone and Kinkajou could hear her sniffing the air around her, and close to Anemone. She could smell something on her that nobody else could.
Anemone opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, then finally found the words she was looking for. "You can smell… it, can't you?"
"Uhh, what's with you two? C'mon, what're you not telling me? Is this an elaborate prank?" Kinkajou demanded, her scales turning red with frustration.
Tamarin's face broke out into a knowing smirk. "You've been using Eggplant for that? Oh, my, Anemone, I didn't know you could be so lewd~"
"L-L-L-LEWD?! Anemone, what is she talking about?! WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING." Kinkajou's scales shifted into a multitude of eye-scorching colors. Anemone had to cover her face with a talon, partially to avert her gaze from Kinkajou's light show, but mostly to hide her burning blush.
"Kinkajou, Tamarin…" Anemone groaned in embarrassment. "There's… something I have to tell you about Eggplant."
Two days had passed.
Eggplant was a little surprised to find that his work under Queen Glory was about the same as it was under Queen Coral. Delivering things, giving reports, etcetera. He was basically just moving information around. Not that he had a problem with that, of course; he was worried his work might be more physically strenuous, which he was not feeling up to.
Well, maybe he'd be up to it, depending on the job…
Eggplant scolded himself mentally. Those kinds of thoughts were reserved for Anemone and Anemone only. He had a very… weird relationship with the Seawing princess, but it was something that was better off being private between them. He really didn't need this new… fetish of his spreading to anyone else.
He blinked. Was it a fetish? He'd never really thought of it that way before. He wasn't really sure what it was, honestly. And was it even really his fetish, since Anemone was the one to bring it on? Who knew.
"Will that be all, Your Majesty?"
He figured it wasn't worth thinking about right now. He could sort out his relationship issues with Anemone when she was actually there. For now, he'd just keep focusing on serving Glory until the week was up.
"Of course, you've done a nice job today. It's getting late, so it might be best for you to be done now." Queen Glory smiled. She'd really warmed up to him in the past two days. It felt nice to have someone be grateful for your help.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I'll return to my quarters for the time being." He mentally twitched. He'd all but mastered the butler act by now, but he'd never be able to say 'quarters' without feeling like a total fool. He turned on his heel to leave, but then Glory called out to him.
"Actually, you may as well wait here for now." Eggplant turned, blinking in confusion. "The message you just delivered to me is from my mate, Deathbringer. If his timing is right, he should be returning here in an hour or two. I thought you might like to meet him." Deathbringer. Eggplant had heard the name thrown around a bit in the past two days, but he'd never met the mysterious Nightwing bodyguard slash assassin personally. Apparently, he'd been out on a mission for the past… month? No, two.
Well, if he was arriving soon, he may as well just do what Glory asked of him and stay in her pavilion. Not much point leaving only to come back later. Though a glance at the sky showed that the sun was getting a bit low; hopefully, he'd get here before dark.
Not that it mattered with a dragon, and a Nightwing at that.
"So I was thinking, until then," Glory spoke. She was lounging lazily across her throne, her head resting on an arm, her talons drumming on her cheek. "Maybe you'd just like to stay here and talk for a while?"
For some reason, Eggplant couldn't help but feel tense. But he pushed these feelings aside and turned to face Glory fully. "O-Of course. What would you like to discuss, Your Maj-"
"Bleh, I'm sick of the uptight servant attitude. You're our guest; come over here and relax a little."
Eggplant took a minute to register. He could tell Glory was laid back compared to Coral, but this was new. He shrugged, not going to turn down this offer. He strolled over closer to where Glory sat - lay, more like - and let his posture relax. His muscles were less tense, his shoulders were relaxed, and he felt perfectly calm.
"Alright. Is this better?" Glory smiled. "So, what do you wanna talk about?"
"Hmm… I want to know more about scavengers. What your life was like before you met Princess Anemone." Pretty reasonable question. And so he talked. About his personal life, about scavenger culture, about his old village. Eventually, Glory wasn't even asking questions anymore, and only listened passively with a smile on her face as he rambled about his old life.
"Really? You hunt with those… "bow" contraptions? I suppose you don't have claws like us to catch your food with, so it makes sense." Glory said thoughtfully.
"Yeah! We kind of have to, since we're not nearly as fast or strong as dragons are." Eggplant responded, grinning in pride.
His grin vanished the moment he felt a paw on his shoulder and over his mouth. A familiar voice whispered in his ear, "You're right, you're not. Don't resist or ask for help, or else." It was feminine, and he had definitely heard it before recently.
Risking a glance at his shoulder, he was surprised to see nothing there at all. However, he could still feel the paw there. There were more paws, too; the one on his mouth, one on his stomach and one on the inside of his thigh.
Invisible Rainwings, he realized in panic. I'm surrounded.
And multiple, too. Judging from the four paws on him, that probably meant at least two Rainwings were here. Glory was right there, while he was surrounded by hostiles, and she was none the wiser.
He couldn't call for help. He'd seen what Rainwing venom could do, and he was not about to risk that happening to him. Best he could do was just obey their commands and act casual.
"Don't do anything that might give us away, no matter what." He could hear her hot breath on his neck, and had to force himself to not react. The paws on his chest and thigh began moving around more, feeling him up. They slowly grazed his lower body, over his chest, across his stomach, down the side of his hips, around his thighs and calves.
Until suddenly, one of them rubbed over his crotch, and Eggplant's heart almost stopped dead.
"Ooh, would you look at that… Anemone was right, you are impressive…" Eggplant's thoughts were racing. Anemone. If random dragons were groping him, then of course she had something to do with it. Which basically meant he was fucked. In more ways than one, come to think of it.
Who would have heard about this from Anemone? These voices were familiar, where had he heard them before? It struck him; Kinkajou and Tamarin. It had to be those two.
"Eggplant? Are you feeling alright? You look nervous." Glory asked, tilting her head at him. She didn't know a thing. But he couldn't risk being found out, so he just gave her a thumbs up.
"Y-yeah, sorry, just feeling a little tired. Long day. Don't worry about me."
"W… Would you like to go and rest? I can call for you later when Deathbringer arrives, or you could meet him tomorrow morning…"
"Say no," the voice he was pretty sure was Kinkajou purred into his ear softly.
"N-No, that'll be fine, thanks! W-Were you asking me about something?" Eggplant was not having the best day today. He wasn't able to let Glory know of his predicament, but for some reason, his captors didn't want him leaving. Wouldn't it be easier for them to do… whatever they were doing, in private? It looked like whatever they were trying to do, they wanted it done in front of Glory.
"I was… asking about how it's been for you so far. Living with Princess Anemone, that is." Anemone. Somehow, accidentally or not, she had orchestrated everything. He was going to have a talk with her about this later.
The ghostly arms around him shifted. One talon was caressing his bare chest underneath his shirt, and the other was stroking his slowly hardening shaft, only a thin layer of cloth between his sensitive skin and her claws. He was getting hard in front of a queen. Who he had known for a total of two days. He was definitely going to get eaten at this rate.
He tried stuttering out an answer out for Glory. He wasn't really focused on the words he was saying so much as he was the contact he was feeling from all sides. Kinkajou had a talon stroking his forearm, with another one caressing his cheek.
Tamarin, however, had grown tired of the teasing. Pulling at the edges of his pants, the talon slipped under the cloth and was holding his crotch fully, skin on scales. He gasped at the sudden contact, his face warming up. Stars, this was so embarrassing to experience in front of a queen, even if she didn't know what was going on.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Glory asked. Dammit, she was catching on. She couldn't figure out that he just stood there and put up with getting a handjob in front of her!
"Y-Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just, uh… thought of something."
"Oh? What was it?"
"I-It's nothing, really. Just something I was going to ask Anemone when I returned to the Seawing palace." Like, why did you send two Rainwings to turn invisible and fondle me?!
"Ah. I see." Glory shrugged. Was she in on this too, because there was no way anyone could be this ignorant of… this! Or was Rainwing camouflage just that effective?
"Us Rainwings take pride in our ability to blend in with our surroundings." And also their ability to read minds, apparently. "But did you know that, with some training, we can alter that camo to create… illusions, on our scales?" Oh, no. No no no no no. But it was too late; the Tamarin had moved her body from behind him, to in front of him, blocking the line of sight between Glory and his almost exposed groin.
"For example. With my friend here where she is, Glory can't see your… prize, directly. Just by changing a few scales on her back, it'll look to Glory like your pants are on. But in reality…" Tamarin grabbed the top of his pants and yanked down, letting his now fully hardened shaft flop out into the open air.
A soft gasp next to his ear. "You're bigger than I thought…" Tamarin grabbed onto his handle with both talons, stroking up and down. A third talon began moving on it. The one whispering in his ear apparently also wanted a piece of his meat.
"Eggplant, are you certain that you're okay? Your face is all red and shiny. Isn't that a sign of sickness for scavengers?" Queen Glory asked. She was really catching on that something was wrong, and Eggplant wasn't sure how much longer he could play dumb.
"U-Uh, no, I'm fine, really! Just uh, a bit hot, is all."
"...Would you like me to tell of my servants to fetch you a cool wet rag?"
"N-N-No, thanks, I think I'll be g-oooooood!" Mid-sentence, he could feel Tamarin run her slick, soft tongue across the underside of his shaft. He felt himself twitch, a bead of pre leaking out of his tip, which Tamarin greedily lapped up. Daring a glance downward, Eggplant was treated with an otherworldly sight: Tamarin's tongue lolling out, but not attached to any maw. Since Rainwings couldn't camouflage their tongues, it looked as though it just floated there, detached, wrapping itself around his cock with a will of its own.
Eggplant was starting to panic. He wasn't sure he could hold out for much longer. What would happen when he finally gave into his lust and fired his seed? Would they just scamper off with that?
Suddenly, everything moved again. Eggplant realized; they had switched places.
"Mmm, you taste so good~" drawled the voice of Tamarin. Moons, she was so close to his face. "Kinkajou's been waiting so patiently to get a lick of you. I warn you, she's very… eager to get started." Eggplant barely bit back what would have been an embarrassingly loud moan; He could feel that Kinkajou had just taken him all the way down her throat, her tight, wet walls clenching around him as she bobbed up and down on his dick. She was not going easy on him.
"Do you know why we're doing this? It's not out of our own lust. Well, not entirely…" Eggplant squeezed one of his eyes closed as Kinkajou used her talons to play with his sack, having to rattle off an excuse to Glory about something getting caught in his eye. "Deathbringer's been gone for two months now. Her Majesty's heat had just kicked in unexpectedly a few days after he had left."
With dawning horror, Eggplant slowly began to realize what was going on. Kinkajou placed both her talons firmly on his ass to take as much of him into her mouth as possible. "She hasn't done anything about it out of loyalty. She's been very good at pushing that burning feeling down, but that only makes it more pent up inside her."
Oh, damn, he was close. He couldn't hold back a soft, strained moan as he felt a rising pressure in his dick. "Two months of pent up and locked down lust. And all that's needed is a little push, and everything explodes outwards."
"Just like I'm sure you'll explode on her face, and then in her tight pussy."
After taking him all the way down her throat one last time, Kinkajou's maw popped off of his shaft, and she began rapidly stroking him and licking the sides. However, his tip, which was moments away from bursting, was now exposed. Eggplant's heart froze when Kinkajou shifted her body away, leaving his hard-on in full sight of Queen Glory.
Glory gasped, ripples of purple, pink and acid green rushing across her scales as she spied his massive organ. "Eggplant! You-"
She was cut off by Eggplant's sudden orgasm. His white ropes shot outward, and with Kinkajou aiming his member, they landed right on the shocked Glory, coating her in his thick semen as she doubled back in surprise. Eggplant half yelled, half moaned as he blew his load all over the queen, stumbling backward and falling to the ground from the sudden force.
He noted two bursts of wind rush by him. Kinkajou and Tamarin forced him into cumming on Glory before fleeing the scene.
Eggplant laid on the ground, his member still half-erect, panting for breath. He felt dizzy. He couldn't even process what Tamarin was whispering in his ear. All he knew was he had blown his load all over the queen's shocked face. Was he going to be executed? Would Seawing and Rainwing relations worsen? Would-
"Some of it got in my mouth."
That tone. That slow, creeping tone. Oh, moons, he was dead.
"Y-Y-Your, Majesty, I-I-I-I-I'm so sorry, I-I, t-they, ah, the, the two-!"
"No no," Glory spoke, silencing him. Eggplant could barely breathe as she slowly brought a talon to her face, picked up a small glob of his fluids, and much to his shock, stuck it in her mouth.
A slow smile stretched across her face. A familiar, terrifying smile. The same kind of smile Anemone had given him a few days ago.
"I think I like your taste," Glory purred. Her scales shimmered in pink-rose and gold. She rose from her throne, her movements all calculated and sensual. Eggplant found himself deathly still as he watched the way she balanced her weight to her hips, how careful her footfalls were, the way her muscles shifted under her scales.
And most importantly, the lewd smile she wore the whole way as she walked so lusciously towards Eggplant and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"I think, if you don't mind," she moaned more than spoke, "I have one last job for you today."
"So you've been with Anemone before…? Of course she'd be crazy enough to ride a scavenger through the night." Glory placed a paw on his bare chest. "But I can't blame her. She has nice taste…"
Eggplant had tried to explain the situation to Glory, but it turned out he didn't need to. Glory didn't care about the two invisible Rainwings that sucked him off, all she cared about was making sure she got a taste of him, too. She had stripped him down and had him lay on his back in her bed as she crawled on top of him. There was a lot of staring as they both drank in the sight of each other's lush forms.
"So this is the tool that had Kinkajou and Tamarin taking turns…" Glory drawled, admiring his shaft as she stroked it up and down with her free hand. Eggplant, still sensitive after his last orgasm, closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. He flinched when he felt Glory's tongue run across it.
"Mmmm," Glory moaned at the taste of his manhood. Eggplant couldn't help but rest a hand on Glory's head as she took his tip into her mouth and began suckling on it, slowly bobbing up and down as she took more and more of him into her throat.
"Y...Y'know…" Eggplant found it hard to think with Glory servicing him. "Anemone… didn't exactly ride me all night, as you said…" Much to her dismay, Glory paused her blowjob to glance up at him. She rose her head off of his shaft, a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips and his tip as she stared at him, awaiting elaboration.
Eggplant blushed. "I-It was… more the other way around…"
Glory's brow furrowed. "So she…" Her eyes widened in realization, before she flashed an erotic grin. "I didn't take Anemone for the submissive type. How did it feel, dominating a dragoness as she writhed in pleasure beneath you?"
Eggplant, with a flustered smile, turned away, remembering his first time with the Seawing princess. "It was… nice."
"Nice? That's all you have to say about getting to take the Seawing Princess's virginity?" Eggplant paused. Anemone had her heat for the first time that night, so it was hard to believe she had anyone else before then.
Sun, moons and stars, he had taken her virginity. Wasn't that important? He'd come to terms with having slept with a dragon by now, but the fact that he was her first time was just incomprehensible to him. He'd really have to talk to Anemone about it-
- later, he decided, as Glory suddenly began straddling his waist, both her paws on his chest for support. His member rested up against her underbelly. "Well, you got to be dominant that time out of your service to her. You've only been here for two days, so you'll have to serve me just a bit more before you can be on top~" Glory breathed.
She pulled her legs together, squeezing Eggplant's shaft between her thighs, eliciting a moan out of him. "Oh? Does that feel good?" she asked, shifting her thighs to get more friction on his dick. Eggplant threw his head back into the pillow from the pleasure; a dragoness's scaled thighs were surprisingly smooth and supple, ideal for pleasing his manhood with. Glory rolled her hips against his, moaning as her slit rubbed against his shaft, arching her back as she grinded on him.
"Does my dance arouse you?" Glory asked, her voice husky and smooth. "First a princess, and now a queen. Rubbing shoulders with high life, are we?"
"I think… I've been rubbing a lot more than just shoulders with you…" Eggplant breathed. He was starting to get close, and Glory could tell. She stopped her lap dance and lifted herself up, moving his tip against her pussy. She could barely hold back an embarrassingly loud moan from how turned on she was; two months without any contact, and in the middle of her heat, no less, and here she was, moments away from feeling full again.
And to think she'd be doing it with a scavenger. It was strange, but the abnormality of it only turned her on more.
She went down on him, his tip sliding inside of her soaked pussy, inch after inch following behind it. Soon, she had fully hilted him inside of her, squirming from the feeling of the large cock in her heat. Eggplant slid his hands up her large thighs before resting on her voluptuous hips. He got a good grip on her waist, his fingers squeezing her ass. Both moaned from the feeling of intimacy and union, the electricity at their crotches.
Glory pushed herself up and rose, his manhood slick from her juices, until only his tip remained inside her. She fell back down, his shaft filling her again. She pinned Eggplant to the bed by his shoulders before getting into a rhythm; rolling her hips as she had done before, moving up and down on his cock, her every movement deliberate, but with carnal desire raging in it.
Glory's tongue lolled out as she flashed a downright pornographic smirk down at him. "Having fun being the queen's sex toy?" Eggplant could only respond by moaning, and sliding his hands further back, her thick flanks filling his palms. Glory sped up gradually, feeling his dick pump in and out of her, twitching inside of her from the stimulation.
"Do you like the attention you're getting from Her Majesty? Do you like being milked to her heart's content?" Her voice was drunk on primal lust as she leaned back, arms on the bed behind her, rolling her hips upward now, so Eggplant could get a good look at his shaft going in and out of her drenched clit.
"...Y-Your Majesty, I-I'm gonna…!" Glory began slamming herself down onto his pelvis as hard and as fast as she could, determined to get as much out of this before it ended. She was getting close, too.
With a loud yell, Eggplant grabbed her ass and bucked his hips as deep into her as possible, blowing his load inside of her pussy. Glory felt her scales blush in rose-pinks from the feeling of his hot seed being dumped into her burning heat, his throbbing spear still deep within her walls. The immense pleasure of feeling Eggplant orgasm inside her caused her to orgasm herself, her juices rushing out and coating Eggplant's and her waist.
Glory collapsed from the sensory overload and fell forward, her arms falling limp at her sides and her tongue lolling out, pressing her chest into Eggplant's. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she blushed, feeling so intimately close to this scavenger she had only met two days ago. Was she a slut for wanting a scavenger to cure her two month long heat? A part of her didn't mind that.
Eggplant gave her ass a firm squeeze as he moaned into her ear. He was still recovering from two orgasms in such a short time frame, but he still felt excited. "Wanna go for round two?"
"O-Oh, Moons, yes…" Glory cried into his chest, desperate for more of him. Eggplant reaches his hands further down to get a good grip on the lower part of her ass, before pulling it up towards him, making his dick slowly slide out of her. Her underbelly pressed up against his chest as he bucked his hips up into hers, pushing his cock back inside of her.
Glory practically screamed from the movement while she was still hypersensitive from her last orgasm not a minute ago, and went nearly limp in Eggplant's arms as he kept pumping his hips upwards, thrusting his shaft into her slit.
The bed was a total mess from all the cum and sex juices, but Glory didn't care. She didn't care about a single thing, except getting Eggplant's prick as far into her as possible to scratch the itch that was her heat.
"H-H...H-Hey, E- Ah! - Eggplant…" Glory managed to moan out. "I, ah, I think… Y-Y-You've served m-me… w-well enouoh!" Eggplant slowed his fucking to a stop, confused. Glory slid herself off of him, stumbling around from their hard love-making, before collapsing back on the bed in a new position. Stomach down, hind raised up, hips and tail swaying from side to side. "I think… y-you've earned this," Glory slurred, drunk on erotic pleasure.
Eggplant had done this exact same position with Anemone. He knew what he was doing; feeling up and massaging her flanks, lifting aside her tail to get a good view of her body, and of course, slamming himself all the way in.
Glory's moans probably roused the entire rainforest as Eggplant kept on hand on Glory's shoulder for support and another fondling her ass as he railed her, trying to roll his hips into hers the same way she had done with him earlier. Glory's ass was as high up in the air as she could manage, while her face was planted into the bedsheets, moaning and drooling into the fabric.
He alternated from short, fast thrusts, and slower, longer ones, pulling his shaft almost all the way out before rushing it back in, and sometimes he went at whatever speed he liked, just making sure to crash himself into her as hard as he could. "Ah, oh Moons! Y-Y-You're really, p-puhtting your back into it, h-uah?!" Glory stammered, her speech barely coherent.
"Y-Yeah…" Eggplant stuttered, barely able to speak himself. God, her tight, slick walls felt so good against his cock. They clenched around him, constricting to the point where he wouldn't be able to move if she weren't so soaking wet for him. He'd still never get over a dragoness getting aroused over a human like him.
Glory, her unable to contain her pure ecstasy for any longer, threw her head back into the air and howled out, a smutty and lewd howl, her eyes rolled to the back of her head in euphoria. The way he stretched her walls, the way he slammed himself into her, the way his massive cock filled her mouth and throat brought her so close to the edge-
Wait. How was he in her mouth, when he was definitely still fucking her from behind?
"Hey babe, I'm home," growled a familiar, seductive voice from above her. Not Eggplant's voice. It was the voice she fell in love with.
Deathbringer was here. And he had the smuggest, most erotic grin she had ever seen on him.
Eggplant was frozen in fear. He could hardly breathe. It took all his strength to not run out the door that instant. He was just a human, no, a mere scavenger to them, an experiment from a foreign princess with magic. And here he was, having an affair with the queen of two tribes. By all the stars, his cock was still half lodged inside her.
The massive Nightwing leaned in over Glory to get a good look at him, the dragon's shaft still shoved into Glory's face. "A scavenger?... Odd choice for someone to bang, but I guess I get it." He slid his member out of Glory's mouth, just for a second before, slamming it all the way back in. He gave a somewhat sadistic smirk at the queen. "Yeah, you missed that taste, didn't you? I can feel your tongue lapping up my dick, desperate for more."
Eggplant's fear had dimmed down, and all he could feel now was stunned. He cheated on a master assassin's wife, the Queen, and all he got was a brief look before the Nightwing just went back to face-fucking Glory.
"I feel like I should honestly be angry at both of you right now, but you're honestly not to blame. It was my fault for leaving just before your heat started, and when you showed up," he looked at Eggplant again, "she just couldn't contain herself anymore. Surprised she held out this long, her heat seasons are harsh."
"Also," he added with a shameless shrug, "this whole thing is pretty hot, so I can't complain. If it gives me a boner, it can't be all terrible, can it?"
"H…" Eggplant swallowed before speaking. "H-How do you know what's happened so far?"
Deathbringer was already rocking his hips into Glory's maw as she took him all the way down to her throat. Glory gave up trying to get a word into this conversation by now, and closed her eyes as she focused on servicing her husband, sucking and licking at his shaft as it pumped in and out of her mouth at a slow but steady pace. "I got here a bit earlier than Glory planned, so I figured I'd hide and make sure everything was alright before showing myself."
"But then I saw those two girls giving you a good suck off - not unlike what my lovely wife is doing for me right now - and watched the whole thing from the shadows. I can't be angry at all, it really was hot. Oh, also, it was hot enough where I decided to stroke myself as I was watching you go at it, hope that's not too weird for you."
Eggplant stayed absolutely still, dick still partly inside Glory's slit, as he watched the Nightwing assassin make Glory take him in the mouth. After a minute, Deathbringer remembered Eggplant was still there, and gave him a somewhat annoyed look.
"Well? The bitch is hungry for our meat, I'm doing my part, are you going to do yours or not?"
Eggplant blinked, startled, before he tentatively slid himself all the way inside of Glory before sliding out. A glance up, and he was Deathbringer motioning for him to go faster. He did, slowly getting back into the same rhythm he had before the assassin arrived, rolling his dick in and out of her tight cunt, no longer nervous by Deathbringer's presence.
And so they kept doing that, both fucking Glory from either side, spitroasting the queen on their dicks. The pleasure of being used in such a way made Glory moan, but as Deathbringer's member was filling her mouth and throat, the vibrations only served to please him more as the two males slowly sped up.
"I think… I'm gonna…" Eggplant huffed out, nearing his… fourth? Fifth? Climax of that night. He sped up even faster, his muscles working on autopilot, ramming himself in and out of Glory's soaked, tight, needing pussy as fast and as hard as he could possibly manage.
"Yeah, same here," said Deathbringer, far more collected than he was. He grabbed Glory's horns and began pistoning his cock deep down her throat, Glory moaning harder than ever, muffled by his throbbing meat-stick jammed into her mouth. His balls slapped repeatedly against her chin, and her eyes were rolled back in elation, drool dripping at the corners of her maw as she slobbered all over his knob.
Eggplant finally couldn't hold it in any longer and pushed himself as far in as h could manage as he exploded inside of Glory's begging womb, his thick seed shooting out of his tip in short bursts, flooding her insides. Deathbringer, on the other hand, had slammed Glory's entire face into his crotch, her nose pressed against his underbelly. He dumped his cum deep down her throat and into her stomach, before pulling out slightly, still blowing his load all the way. Some bursts of it launched into Glory's mouth and onto her tongue, with her relishing in his taste.
When he had fully pulled his shaft out of her mouth, Glory had managed to compose herself enough to speak.
"Deathy-"
Only to be interrupted by yet another blast of cum as the Nightwing rubbed another one out, shooting his seed onto her face, slathering her scales in his thick semen. Glory had to close her eyes as it sprayed all over her, coating her maw and horns.
When Deathbringer had finished his facial, he collapsed onto the bed on his back with a satisfied moan, limbs stretched out, his only half-deflated cock still out. Glory felt weak from the hard sex, but it all felt so euphoric. Being so roughly used by two men, and going behind her husband for sex… She was definitely a slut, but it felt good. She collapsed next to Deathbringer, not even bothering to clean her face.
Eggplant slowly laid down next to them, nervous. He assumed that whole thing was a "heat of the moment" thing, but now that it was gone and everything had calmed down, what was going to happen to him? Was the Nightwing going to kill him, would Rainwings and Nightwings declare war on the Seawings, would-
"Hey, little scavenger dude. You did good."
He blinked. "I-I'm sorry?"
"I was already gone for two weeks and deep into my mission - which I can't tell you about, by the way - when I realized that my girl's heat had long since started. And with how far away and how preoccupied I was, I couldn't do anything about it but finish the job, get home, and hope she could manage. Another two weeks after that, I figured that it was too late, and she had to have already found another guy to mate with. I don't think she'd ever leave me, I'm just too perfect for that, but I wasn't there when I was needed. Honestly, it may sound weird, but I'm glad she found someone to keep occupied with until I came home."
Suddenly he sat up, and gave Eggplant the funniest expression. "But a scavenger! I heard Princess Anemone was experimenting with a guy like you, but to think you'd be the one with the honor of fucking my wife! It's hilarious! Good thing I've managed to get over my fear of you guys a few years back."
Eggplant could hardly look him in the eye. The way he said "fucking my wife" didn't seem hostile; it actually sounded pretty friendly, but that made it even more off-putting to hear.
"Hey, look, forget all of that. Point is, I'm grateful. And hey, no hard feelings about any of this, right?"
Eggplant paused to think, before smiling back. "No hard feelings."
The two fell back into the bed, their cum-covered queen asleep between them.
A hush fell over the room.
"...Y'know, if you ever wanna come back someday for round two-"
"I think I'll be fine for right now, thanks."
"I'm glad to hear he's served you well," Coral said. She and Anemone had returned at the end of the week, and were talking with Glory and Deathbringer.
"Oh, yeah, he's served us real well. He's fantastic at what he does." Glory sighed contently. Deathbringer cracked a naughty smile, but a glare from Glory stopped him from making any inappropriate comments.
"Really? I knew he'd do well, but I'm surprised at such positive feedback! I may do this more often!" Coral smiled, glad to have found a new way to improve tribal relations.
Glory looked around. "Say, where is that scavenger, anyway?"
"He ran off with Anemone to relax with some friends before the two had to leave. I'm sure he'll be fine," Deathbringer shrugged.
Coral said, "Well, in that case, would you mind if we stayed the night here and left in the morning? My daughter rarely gets the time to visit her friends here, and I thought it would be nice to give them a day."
"Of course," smiled glory happily. "You may stay for as long as you wish."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Rainforest, Anemone and Eggplant were traveling together, looking for Kinkajou and Tamarin. Eggplant blushed, thinking back to the horribly embarrassing conversation he had with the two Rainwing girls the next day.
"Oh? Did you want more of our services?"
"Mmm, you tasted delicious last night. I could just eat you up right now…"
"So how was it? Was the Queen a top or bottom?"
"I bet she rode you for hours, didn't she? If you'd like, we can try that, too…"
Thinking back to that reminded him of something else. "Hey, Anemone?" Something important he thought about last night, something that had been nagging at his brain nonstop over the past week.
The Seawing princess looked at him. "Hm?" Eggplant still couldn't get over how cute she looked, but that wasn't important right now.
"When we get back to the Seawing palace, can I talk to you about something?"
"Why not talk to me right now?"
"It's… personal."
Anemone nodded, unsure of what he meant, but seeming to understand. "Alright. You can talk to me about anything, Eggplant." He smiled; he always felt so comfortable around her. Anemone was a good friend.
Something lingering in the back of his mind told him that she was far more than that, but he pushed it down, not willing to think about it at the moment.
"Oh, Kinkajou! Tamarin!" Anemone called out. Eggplant shook himself from his thoughts and looked up. Sure enough, the two Rainwing girls were there, waving back at them.
"Hey, Anemone!" Kinkajou smiled, darting up to them and wrapping the Seawing in an embrace. "Ooooh, I've missed you so much, I haven't seen you in so long!"
Anemone laughed. "It's only been a week, Kink, relax. Hey, Tamarin," Anemone said, hugging the other Rainwing as well. When they broke, Tamarin had a strange smile on her face as she spoke.
"Your scavenger friend tasted lovely."
"Tasted? What…" Anemone and Eggplant's faces both exploded into beet-red blushes. "Tamarin! You-!"
"Yeah, he was deeee-lish!," Kinkajou joined, having fun teasing the Seawing and her servant. "I can see why you like him so much!"
"I.. But you... What?!" Anemone exclaimed. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to have told them to do what they did. Kinkajou and Tamarin just sucked him off on their own accord.
"Hey, c'mon, that was all we did. Nothing else happened afterward," Kinkajou said dismissively. But then, a strange smile crept up on her features.
"However," Kinkajou spoke slowly, "I heard you two get to stay one more night here before going home. If you'd like, we could all, ah," she grinned at the two, "play together?"
"Yeah, that'd be fun, wouldn't it?" smirked Tamarin. "He's a great time. I would hate to see him go without a goodbye gift~"
Eggplant felt his pants grow a little tight. "W-what kind of goodbye gift?"
Tamarin gave him the evilest look he'd ever seen on a dragon. "A mouth and pussy full of your spunk."
Anemone was stunned at her friend's forwardness, but slowly, a grin grew on her features as well. "I think it'd be fun, Eggplant. What do you say?"
Eggplant's blood ran cold. All three dragonesses, staring at him, lust in their eyes, had just declared their desire to ride him 'til dawn. He doubted he'd be going home with his pelvis intact.
Eggplant sighed. "Sure."
What had he gotten himself into?
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