Eggplant sighed, throwing his head back into the pillows. He ran a hand over his forehead, wiping a thin layer of sweat from his brow.

"Look, even if we did do this… relationship… thing. What about Tsunami? Or all the others I've… s-slept… with? I-Is that gonna be a problem s-somehow?"

"Mm-mmm," hummed Anemone.

"W-Well, I mean… With that enchantment you gave me, y-you essentially turned me into some kind of… l- lust vessel for dragons. W-What're the odds that something like t-t-this happens again? I… I barely even have control o-over these things. I-I-I don't wanna f-feel like I'm c-cheating or something…"

"Mmmm!" Anemone gave a negative-sounding hum.

Eggplant frowned. "Argh, y-you see, t-t-this is the problem with head. C-C-Can't even hold a st-stable c-conversation-"

Anemone hummed deeply as he shot his seed into her mouth. She pushed herself down as far onto his tool as she could, feeling his hard shaft push into the back of her throat as he finished in her. Eggplant half-consciously laid a hand on her head to help push her down further as she deepthroated him, swallowing up every drop of his cum. As his early morning orgasm died down, she slowly pulled herself off of him, until only the tip was left in her mouth, which she playfully popped out of her mouth. She gave the tip one final kiss before looking up to Eggplant's face, grinning at him as a small drizzle of his cum trailed down her chin.

"I'm sorry, you were saying?" she smirked.

Eggplant weakly smiled back at her, blushing heavily, before collapsing back fully into the bed, splaying himself outward. Anemone crawled up to him and laid down on him, resting her head on his chest, feeling his body expand with his breathing, hearing his rapid heart beat slow.

"You, ah-" Eggplant panted. "Y-You never answered my question…"

Anemone turned her head just a bit to look into his eyes. "About you fucking other dragonesses?"

"That's, uh, blunt… But, yeah."

Anemone snorted a bit. She crawled up a bit further to wrap her arms around Eggplant's neck in an embrace. "I never minded sharing you before. If you're okay with it, I'm okay with it. Besides, I couldn't get angry at another girl for wanting to bed with you. You're fucking hot."

Eggplant blushed profusely at her words. "A-Are you sure? This just, I dunno, feels… wrong , somehow…"

"I've been sleeping with a scavenger for the past few months. In comparison, this isn't weird at all." Anemone was always blunt when he talked to her, but she had a point. Still…

The door swung open without warning, causing both of them to freeze up as none other than Tsunami poked her head through the door. "I know you're both exhausted from your latest romp, but wake up already, Mother wants to speak with you both."

With a wink, she quickly added, "And save some energy for me too, yeah?" Before they could respond, she slammed the door, leaving the two alone again.

The clenching in Anemone and Eggplant's chests didn't dissipate for a good minute, before they collapsed into the bed again with a sigh. Anemone spoke up, "I guess we shouldn't go for a round two."

"No, we should go see what Her Majesty wants," Eggplant groaned, pulling himself out of the bed and trying to get his pants back on. Anemone rolled over, watching him get dressed with half-lidded eyes.

" And so you can save up for my sister later," she joked.

Eggplant normally laughed at the Seawing's sexual one-liners, but this time he could only cringe. "A-Again, are you totally sure you're okay with that? It just… feels weird ."

"I don't see the issue if we're both doing the same man. It's not like we're fucking each other . That'd be weird."

"Yeah…"

She thought for a moment, before adding, "I mean, unless you were in the middle. That might be hot."

"...Wait, what?"

"Oh my fucking stars not again."

Forty-five minutes later, Anemone crashed back onto her bed, screaming into a muffling pillow. Eggplant slowly tailed behind, sitting down on the bed and gently patting Anemone's back.

"H-Hey, c'mon… It's just a week again, I'll be back soon…"

"A week and a half ," Anemone complained. "What're you going off to the desert for, anyway?"

"I assume something similar to what happened with Queen Glory, except now with… Queen Thorn, wasn't it?" Eggplant shrugged. He swung his legs onto the bed and brought his arms behind his head, laying back next to Anemone. "And last time was fine in the end, wasn't it? And if you think it's just gonna descend into sex again, you said you were cool with that, right? C'mon, what's wrong?"

Anemone pulled her head out of the pillow and slid over next to Eggplant. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face again, this time in his chest. "I…" She looked up at him.

"...I'll miss you…"

Eggplant felt his heart pound.

He opened his mouth to speak, but when he found he had no words, he only sighed, and returned Anemone's embrace. He gently circled a hand around her back, feeling her soft, smooth scales as he comforted her. He craned his head down next to hers, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. At one point, he had grabbed their sheets and pulled them up and over them both, covering the two as they cuddled together.

If Eggplant had truly understood what kind of environment the desert would be like, he might've cried, too.

Deserts are hot, yes, but that's not all. They're absolutely sweltering, especially this late into the summer. And on top of that, they're dusty, dry, and the flies never seem to go away.

The other Seawings escorting him, including Anemone, Tsunami and Queen Coral, while faring better, were still visibly uncomfortable. They all jumped at every chance to cool down they could find, sometimes to the amusement of the Sandwing locals.

" Ugh ," Anemone groaned next to him. Both Eggplant and Anemone had to occasionally stop each other from passing out on top of one another. "I've been to the desert a couple times before, but never in the summer… Moons, and you have to stay here for over a week!"

"Thanks for reminding me," Eggplant sighed, raising an arm in an attempt to block the sun's rays from his eyes. He felt waves of heat pour over him, surrounding him as if it was the very air he breathed. He and Anemone had broken off from the main group and were exploring the desert city they found themselves in. Although Possibility was still arguably the largest city in the Sand Kingdom, the new city of Stronghold was still the capital, having been built around Thorn's Stronghold.

...

"Wha- You're not taller than me!" Eggplant protested. Their conversations always went in interesting places.

"Yes I am, look!" Anemone straightened up a little until she was about a head taller than Eggplant. The scavenger simply straightened his own back, leaving himself just a smidge taller than Anemone. The Seawing blinked in surprise.

"You should really stop slouching. You're like, at least twice as attractive when you have good posture."

Eggplant blushed at her comment, casting a nervous glance around the area to see if anyone had overheard. "Anemone, not so loud…" he whispered.

"Re- lax , we're in the back alleys, nobody's gonna hear us here." She was right; the area was devoid of any passersby. They had more than sufficient privacy back here. Eggplant glanced back, and felt his heart pound with both anxiety and excitement as he noticed the subtle sway in Anemone's hips as she strolled beside him, blood rushing up to his cheeks.

"You're not that tall," she drawled out her words, playfully bumping her hips into Eggplant's, causing him to stagger for a moment. "You're only so tall because you're on your hind legs all the time."

"My… hind legs…?"

"Watch this."

Eggplant had to force his jaw to not drop to the floor when Anemone leapt up onto her hind legs and leaned her back up against the alley wall behind her, towering over him. She threw her arms back behind her head, her face both smirking and heavy with a blush as she flaunted her body for him. She crossed her legs to cover herself as she arched her back upwards, puffing her chest outward to emphasize her hips more.

"Well? You like?"

Eggplant's flustered blush grew from a pale pink to as red as a tomato as he covered his face with his hands, averting his gaze in embarrassment. Anemone giggled maliciously at his reaction, but her breath hitched when she noticed something odd.

M-Moons, he's awfully hard all of a sudden… she thought, her blush faintly deepening as well. The bulge in Eggplant's pants was painfully noticeable. I didn't see anything down there just a moment ago. This whole thing really turned him on, huh…?

Anemone bit her lip with a smirk, already thinking of ways she could use this later…

"I'm totally taller than you, see?"

" Oh, shut up. "

After some time spent loitering around the city and shopping for Sandwing jewelry, Anemone, Eggplant and the rest of the Seawing escorts arrived in Thorn's stronghold. They relished in the shade that the castle provided; too much time out in the hot sun wouldn't do them much good.

"Ah, Coral! It's great to see you again!" Thorn welcomed them, relaxing on her throne. She spoke very casually to Coral, giving Eggplant the impression that they were very well-acquainted. He wondered why him coming here was necessary, and what exactly happened that would require all of this.

"Thorn, it's such a pleasure!" Coral smiled back warmly. Thorn gestured to a large, very comfy-looking set of pillows around the room.

"The pleasure is all mine, please, have a seat! I've arranged rooms for your escortss to rest in during your stay, to which my guards will gladly show them the way to." Thorn smiled. Not a fake smile meant to make alliances, but a genuine smile. Eggplant blinked; Thorn and Coral were definitely friends, even outside being the leaders of allied tribes.

"That's fantastic, thank you!" Coral dismissed all of the Seawing guards that had followed them here to where Thorn had prepared for them to stay. Eggplant noticed that as the Sandwings showed the Seawings the way, they were all chatting happily, like comrades who hadn't seen each other in months. It was actually amazing how close the two tribes seemed to be.

He, Anemone, and Coral were the only ones left aside from Thorn and a handful of guards. They all settled down into the cushions across the floor, Eggplant seated close to Anemone. They both were surprised at how comfortable they were; even though they were on the floor, Eggplant could fall asleep right here.

"So, should we begin immediately?" Coral asked. Eggplant turned to Anemone for help, who only gave him a shrug; neither of them knew exactly what they were "beginning".

"Actually, could we wait for just a quick moment?" Thorn asked. "I told Blaze to come so she could learn more about intertribal relationships. She's also shown interest in learning about Seawings specifically."

Coral's enthusiastic grin immediately dipped at the mention of Blaze. Thorn sighed, giving the Seawing queen a look.

"Oh come on, she's become very sweet over the years. She's not the same Blaze from sixteen years ago. You're not going to tell her 'no', are you?"

Coral could only groan, as she rested her head on her talon. "...I suppose I won't."

"Perfect. It won't be that bad, I promise."

Eggplant's first impression of Blaze was eccentric .

While she seemed a bit nervous when she first walked in, she at least seemed fairly composed. Some anxious greetings, some awkward talon shakes. It wasn't that she wasn't very social, she just seemed jumpy and excited.

When she noticed him there, though, a giant talking scavenger, Eggplant could swear he saw her eyes light up . She immediately went into a long stream of fast questions, none of which Eggplant knew the answer to. He could almost feel the facial expressions Coral and Thorn were both shooting at each other.

She got awfully close to him. Pressing her head into his chest, cuddling him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Eggplant had to admit that he kind of enjoyed all the attention, but still felt a little weirded out by it all. He looked up at Anemone for help of some kind.

Oh.

Oh, no.

She's just giving him that classic lewd smile.

Dammit, Anemone.

Coral was pinching the bridge of her snout in frustration, sighing. "Princess Blaze, I… Can I ask you to please try to… calm your nerves?"

"O-Oh, I'm sorry! I'm just…" She flushed, embarrassed at her lack of self-control. "I'm a bit jittery right now. I-I'm sorry if I'm a disturbance."

"No, don't worry about it, Blaze. How about you and Eggplant go and relax for a while? I think all these politics are starting to get to you."

"O-Oh, are you sure?" Blaze looked nervous. Eggplant, against his better judgement, shrugged.

"I'd be alright with that, Your Majesty."

Thorn gave a warm chuckle. "Please, just refer to me as Thorn. We can call you back down later, so go and get acquainted."

Before they could run off, Anemone perked up. "Uhm, may I go too, Mother?"

Coral sighed. "I suppose , if you'd like. Go ahead and follow them."

The three, Blaze, Anemone and Eggplant all excitedly darted out of the room like children running off to play. Thorn called out to them as they were leaving, "Be sure to treat our guests well, Blaze!"

A long silence fell over the room between Coral and Thorn.

"...You still baby her."

"Oh, I do not -!"

As they strolled the halls of the Sandwing palace, Eggplant having finally convinced Blaze to put him down and let him walk on his own, he looked over at Anemone. Her brow was furrowed, looking to be deep in thought. He gave her a little nudge on the shoulder.

"Hey. Is there something on your mind?"

She snapped out of her thoughts with a suspicious blush on her face. "Hm? O-Oh, no, just a thought, don't worry."

Eggplant tilted his head. "...Wanna tell me what it is?"

"Nah."

He blinked at how direct she was. He supposed he really couldn't argue with that. "...Alright." They had only taken another few steps forward before Anemone looked at Blaze.

"Hey, would you mind if I slipped out to look around the marketplace? I, uh, saw a necklace there that looked nice. Thought I might grab a souvenir."

Blaze looked a bit nervous at the suggestion. Eggplant couldn't help but notice how big she was, even with Anemone's enchantment on him. She was at least a good two heads taller than her. "I dunno… I'm not sure if my mother would be happy with letting you leave on your own, and I have no idea what your mother would say-"

"Oh come on, I can take care of myself," Anemone boasted, flexing her talons a little. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Ish." She opened a window to a small balcony nearby, spreading her wings to take flight. Before she flew off, she turned to Eggplant, with her infamous erotic smirk.

"Have fun, Eggplant~" she sung, before swooping down into the market.

There was a brief moment of silence that was broken by Blaze. "...So it's just… us?"

"...I guess?"

Eggplant couldn't help but feel he had somehow made a mistake somewhere down the line.

Blaze, sometime in the past decade and a half, had taken up painting as a hobby. "A healthy form of expressing selfless beauty," she had called it. Her room was filled with supplies, paintings half-finished and old lined the walls, and the musty yet somehow calming smell of paint laid heavy on the air in the room. Blaze even had let him take a close look at her talons where faint stains of paint could still be seen.

"I used to be focused on the beauty of myself, on jewelry and trinkets, on the sheen and color of my scales, but in doing so I had blinded myself from the beauty of the world that surrounds me. It was a selfish and unfulfilling beauty, so I took up the art of painting to fill the void that had filled in my soul. My own personal beauty has long since faded, but my soul is wholesome and free."

Eggplant gave her a strange look. "...That's… poetic."

Blaze gave him a bashful grin. "I dabble in poetry sometimes too." She perked up as a thought hit her. "Ooh, how about I paint a portrait of you! Wouldn't that be cool?"

"O-Of me ?"

"Yeah! I've never tried to paint a scavenger before, so it'd be a fun learning experience."

Eggplant thought about it. He wasn't sure how long it'd take, but he figured he was gonna be up here for a long time anyway. "Well…. Sure, I guess."

"Yay!" exclaimed Blaze. She rushed around the room, preparing all her tools. She set up an easel, placed a canvas on it, spent a few minutes showing Eggplant how to mix paint, and was all prepared, until-

"Argh, where are all my brushes?" Blaze scanned the room high and low, looking for a jar filled with her brushes. "I think maybe I left them up here…?"

She looked up to a large cabinet, when she suddenly leapt up to reach on top of it. Eggplant, standing below her, felt his breath hitch in his throat. It made him remember Anemone's stunt from earlier that day; this was almost the same thing, except flipped, he realized. Instead of showing off her chest, Blaze unknowingly stuck out her wide hips for him. With a heavy blush, he quickly turned around, pretending to help look with her. However, much to his own personal shame, he had to catch himself from turning around and getting a good look at her.

"Aha!" Blaze exclaimed, "Here they are!" Eggplant steeled his gaze to the featureless wall in front of him as though it were the most incredible thing he had ever seen as Blaze fell back down with a jar of brushes in her talons. "Here, let's get started!"

A few minutes had passed, and Eggplant was lounging on a small couch, trying his best to stay relaxed while Blaze painted him. He stayed as still as he could, but he wasn't sure how long he could maintain this for. His whole body was tense. Blaze kept peeking out from behind her canvas to get a look at him, before ducking back behind it to paint more of him.

And for some reason, he couldn't get the sight of her ass out of his head.

"O-Oh…"

Eggplant blinked at the sudden noise. The Sandwing's face was half-hidden behind her easel as she eyed him. Her face was funny, covering her mouth with a free paw while her eyes were filled with some kind of mirth. He glanced down to where she was staring and-

Oh fuck.

"D-Dammit!" Eggplant stammered as he threw his body around in embarrassment, trying to hide his erection. Blaze tilted her head in confusion as Eggplant shuffled his clothes around to stuff it down. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I-I...Stars- Fuck-"

"Sorry for what?"

Eggplant froze in place, looking up at the Sandwing. He looked up with a warm face at the Sandwing. Her eyes held no lust or arousal, only sheer confusion.

"W-What…?"

"What are you sorry about? I don't get it." She took a step forward towards him.

"I-It's… personal."

"Is something wrong? Here, let me see-"

An abrupt knock at the door, making both of them jump.

"Your Highness!" came a muffled voice from beyond the door. "The Queen requests your presence! Lunch is being served!"

"O-Oh, thank you! I will be right there in just a moment!" Blaze called back, her voice cracking. Talonsteps could be heard outside as the guard left to return to his regular duties. A long second passed before Blaze snorted in frustration.

"Ugh… I wanted to learn more about you. The guards have this horrible talent to always interrupt at the most critical moment…" she cried in exasperation.

Eggplant sighed. "I get it," he said back.

"Well, I suppose we'd best get going," Blaze said. She turned to the door. Eggplant stood up to follow her, but just when he began to lift himself from the bed, he looked up and noticed how Blaze was exaggerating her hip movement as she strolled out of the room. Her long, barbed tail swished back and forth.

When she left the room, she turned back to him, and gave him a cute wink, her tongue partially sticking out as she turned her head and walked off.

Eggplant sat there for several moments, before he groaned. Not everyone on the continent wants to get into your pants, Eggplant. This girl seems pretty innocent; there's no way she'd care for sex. He shook his head before rushing off to join Blaze.

Later that evening, Blaze was alone in her room, studying her painting of Eggplant. It was unfinished, and she hoped she'd be able to complete it before Eggplant's departure. She scanned over what she did have, studying every brushstroke, every line, every-

She frowned. Did her talons slip up right there? Just below Eggplant's abdomen, the color jumped upwards, creating a small hill right on his-

Oh, wait, that was no mistake, Blaze remembered. Though, she still had no idea why he was so flustered about it.

She heard a knock on her door. Quickly, she set the painting aside. "Come in!" she called. As if on cue, Eggplant nervously peeked into the room.

"Uh, excuse me, but… I… don't believe I was ever given a room to stay in?"

Blaze blinked, surprised. "Oh! I thought someone would've shown you to a room?" As she spoke, she crawled into her plush bed, relaxing on her side, facing him.

"N-No, nobody ever did."

"Well, don't worry! I can find a perfect room for you to stay in!"

Eggplant smilied. "Really? C-Can you show me where?"

Blaze propped up her head on one arm, and with the other, wordlessly drummed her talons on the bed. Eggplant's smile immediately dipped as he realized the implication.

"Oh, no, P-Princess, I-"

"Please, just call me Blaze! And I'm only offering a bed to sleep in. I thought you might like it."

Eggplant gave her a strange look. "...Like… what, exactly?"

"Well," Blaze spoke excitedly. She propped up her head in both arms as she spoke. "Your friend Anemone told me that scavengers love physical contact, so I thought, what better way to make better friends with you than to hold you all night!"

Eggplant blushed heavily at her worryingly innocent words. "...Anemone told you that, huh…?"

"Yeah! ...Is something wrong? Your face is all red."

"N-No! No, nothing's wrong, I'll… I'll sleep with you tonight." Eggplant cringed at his word choice. He already knew he would regret this decision, but some part of him, almost as naive as Blaze, wondered how anything could happen if Blaze didn't even know about his and Anemone's… relationship.

A group of drunken Seawing soldiers stumbled through the late-night gardens of the Sandwing Palace, followed by a few similarly tispy Sandwings. Illuminated only by an oil lantern in a Sandwing's mouth, every other soldier was joyously singing along with the sea shanties from a continent away.

Thorn observed this with an amused smile from a window three stories up. She slid the curtains back in place, leaving her alone in the palace hallways with nothing but the muffled songs of the soldiers.

Coral was fast asleep, last she checked. Only she and herself knew this, but there weren't any actual negotiations to be made. Both queens just happened to both be in the mood for a party. Coral used Princess Tsunami's return home from her half-year journey across the continent as a political excuse, and Thorn…

Well, Thorn could do whatever she wanted. If she wanted to throw a party with the Seawings for no reason, she damn well could.

Let's see. Coral and Anemone would be leaving the next day, the scavenger was to stay with them for the next week or so as a kind of envoy(though she couldn't fathom why , but Coral had insisted upon it, and who was she to turn her down?), and Blaze…

...How was Blaze doing? She hadn't seen her since lunch rolled around. She always went to bed early, but with her new scavenger friend, she'd better take a look just to be sure. Come to think of it, he needed a bed, too, if he hadn't already found a guest room for himself.

But her foster daughter came first. Grabbing onto the handle to her bedroom door, she slowly turned and pushed in, trying not to wake…

Blaze, maw open, her head bobbing on Eggplant's dick.

...How disappointing.

Blaze swirled her tongue over the tip like a lollipop, gently suckling on it. Her eyes were wide and innocent as ever, keeping direct eye contact with Eggplant at all times, who struggled to meet her gaze as he lay back on the bed.

Neither Blaze nor Eggplant even noticed her until she had grabbed Eggplant with a yelp, held him by his back collar and lifted him into the air, his dick dangling freely between his legs. Blaze stared up at Thorn in something of horror.

"Oh, Blaze. I thought I'd taught you better than that."

And in one swift motion, Thorn took Eggplant's entire length down her throat.

"Much better~"

Eggplant didn't have the composure to think about why Thorn , the actual Queen of the Sandwings waltzed up to him and deepthroated him like she was shaking his hand, when it felt like a tornado just landed on his crotch. Her tongue twisted and twirled, coiled and uncoiled around his length, as she ran her maw up and down his entire length, from head to base.

Blaze stared with enraptured curiosity, and her eyes widened as though a whole new world were opening up right in front of her eyes.

Absently, Eggplant thought about how the door was still open, warm light flooding through. Just as he was about to flood Thorn's maw, his legs tense and grasping onto her horns, she unceremoniously pulled him out of her mouth and tossed him on the bed next to Blaze.

Thorn crawled onto the bed and straddled him, crushing his pelvis under her larger body. Oh, gods, he thought, I'm in bed with two giant horny dragonesses.

He wished Anemone were here. ...Actually, no, she'd only make it worse.

Thorn pressed deeper into his crotch, making the bed creak as she licked her lips. "You taste good," she whispered huskily, rubbing his slick length with her moistening snatch, "But let me show you how a true Queen takes her mate."

"Ooh! Surprise royalty lessons!"

She slammed down on him, and Eggplant didn't even get the chance to adjust to her vice walls before she immediately started humping him, her bounces falling heavy on his hips. She was a true Queen above him, taking his dick and turning him into a complete mess on the bedsheets.

He could feel how perfectly his waist fit between his thighs as she crushed him. She leaned forward, pinning his shoulders to the bed with her forearms while riding him senseless. She was crazy. She was driving him crazy.

"Ahh~ I've needed a little stress reliever like this for a long time…" She huffed and moaned, her tongue flopping out of her grinning maw as she bounced on him. Her whole self was bouncing; not just her ass and hips, but her tail was following her motions, her firm thighs pushing herself up and down, her body rocking over him. Her wings splayed out and flapped as she fucked him, and Eggplant felt like she encompassed the whole world.

"So this is why you're so valuable… You're handy, cute, and the perfect little fucktoy for all the royal women on the continent. I wonder if Coral even knows…?"

Eggplant had to be as red as a beet under her, trying to hide his own face. He moaned to the heavens, and unceremoniously blew his load in Thorn's pussy. She smooshed down on him, riding out her own orgasm as their fluids oozed out of her hole and dribbled down Eggplant's sack.

"Ah-" Queen Thorn looked thoroughly pleased. They stayed pressed against each other for a long few moments, and Eggplant used his recovering mental capacity to focus on the feeling, not only of being inside her, but with her. Her warm scales against his smooth flesh, her body that was two or three times his size, her sheer self. This woman was huge, and Eggplant didn't know where she started and ended.

And most of all, she was inhuman. Did he like this? Did he like being with a woman that was so far-removed from his own species? He really liked Anemone, and Tsunami, and Queen Glory, and everyone else he'd known so far. But was he really okay with crossing this line? He never really had that much time to stop and consider, he was too busy drowning in the pleasure of it all.

Was this wrong?

Thorn lifted off of him, his cum-covered dick sliding out and flopping onto his front. He felt like he was having a great dream, and someone just ripped his blankets off of him.

"Well?" Thorn turned to her surrogate daughter. "Your turn."

Blaze was blushing, but not as much as he expected, surprisingly. "Er… actually…" She rolled her head all cutely, putting up her 'pretty airhead' act again. "I was hoping that he could be on top?"

"Huh? Why? Don't you want to be a Queen for a night?"

"Oh, of course I do, but…" Blaze leaned down, and with half-lidded eyes, gave a small lick on Eggplant's face. "Eggplant here has worked so, so hard ever since he showed up…" she cooed into his ear. He could already feel blood rushing back to his groin.

"Just for a night, why don't we treat him like a King?"

Her talons grazed delicately along his length, coaxing it back up. She never grabbed at him, never took the initiative; not beyond a mere, seductive suggestion. She licked his and Thorns's fluids off of his midriff, and Eggplant panted as she teased him.

Thorn watched, impressed, as she gave a slow, long lick of her own along the underside of his length, her tongue covering over a single vein that made him whimper. It didn't take long for him to get rock-hard again; even the stares of the two dragonesses alone was enough to get him going, his manhood standing proud for these two women who were stronger, hotter, and better than him in every way.

A few awkward stumbles later, and Blaze was leaning onto the bed like the pretty princess she was. She flashed him a cute little smile, acting like her legs weren't spread and her tail wasn't dangling like a pendulum, keeping her assets just barely out of view. She was a natural at this erotic posing thing; this couldn't have been her first time tooling around with her body.

"Look, she's all slutted up for you," Thorn growled into his ear. He could hear his own heartbeat, unable to tear his eyes away from her rear, imagining the prize hiding under Blaze's tail.

"Just for tonight, she's all yours. We both are."

Gulping, Eggplant walked over, hyper-aware of his throbbing cock between her legs. He glared at Blaze's tail; it wasn't fair that she got to hide her parts while he was out in the open like this. He ran his hands up her sides, Blaze teasingly shaking her hips for him as he did, grinding her ass against his groin. He was almost painfully hard now.

He was done with the teasing. Reaching under Blaze's tail, he lifted the scaly mass away, blushing as he could see Blaze's pussy and asshole right in front of him. His tip was practically already between her lips.

"C'mooon," Blaze complained wantonly, "Don't keep a girl waitiiiiing-!"

Since he was already lined up, Eggplant laid Blaze's tail over his shoulder, and shoved himself in.

His breath hitched in his throat as his length slid inside of her, wrapping his arm around her tail and her waist. He fell into a steady rhythm, humping the Sandwing Princess in the dead of night as sweat trailed down his brow. This was incredible; he couldn't really focus on it while Thorn was fucking him, but when he was in control, everything just seemed to much more real.

Every motion of his hips, the way she tightened around his length, the way her hips bounced forward and then fell back against him, her warm scales on his skin. The way she tightened around his whole length when he rubbed at her clit. Every shrill little cry she sang when he hit a sensitive spot. He was here, in the moment.

He was fucking a dragon.

He was fucking a dragon.

He… He loved it.

Human women couldn't satisfy him anymore after this. Dragons, their scales, their tails, their hips, their size, their wings and claws and their everything. They were so far removed from him, and that made it so much better. Maybe it was a fetish, maybe he was a freak. But he somehow didn't realize until now how magical this feeling was.

As Thorn laid on her side, making snarky comments to the panting Blaze, she suddenly jumped as Eggplant ran his fingers along her opening. She moaned, rolling over onto her back, laying on the bed next to Blaze as Eggplant finger-fucked her.

He was fucking a dragon, two dragonesses, and he loved it.

Eggplant loved fucking dragons.

"A-Ah! What is this new vigor-!" Thorn moaned, reeling as Eggplant's fingers danced inside of her slit. Blaze was coming apart at the seams next to her, her expression a euphoric mess as she drooled into the bed, getting fucked straight into the ground. Thorn relaxed; her sensors weren't being overloaded like Blaze's were, so maybe she could ride out an easy orgasm-

She jumped as Eggplant grabbed onto her tail, holding the stinger right up to his face.

And he began licking it.

Thorn howled, thrashing on the bed as her body was wracked with spasms. "W-Wait, that's-!" Sandwing stingers were extremely dangerous for the venom they carried, but what few dragons knew was that they were also very sensitive erogenous zones. Going near the very tip of the stinger was suicide, but just the rounded base that Eggplant was holding was probably almost as sensitive as her clit was.

One of his hands was playing with Queen Thorn's pussy with four fingers, and his other hand was wrapped around Thorn's stinger, licking it like a popsicle. He was slamming his hips into Blaze no-handed.

Blaze's face was being smashed into the bedsheets, her moans muffled by the pillows, overwhelmed tears brimming at her eyes as Eggplant fucked her senseless.

Queen Thorn was moaning like a whore, her tongue lolling out into the sheets, her pride and might becoming putty in Eggplant's hands.

He bit down on Thorn's stinger, and the Sandwing Queen and Princess came undone. Blaze's walls clenched into him in a vice, her tail thrashing wildly, and Thorn's cries must've been heard all the way up in the Ice Kingdom. Their simultaneous orgasms hit them with all the force of a comet, their bodies and minds smashed to bits.

Eggplant's vision went white with his own orgasm, filling Blaze's pussy to the brim with his cum, his breath tearing out of his throat. This was heaven. This was what he lived for.

Long seconds passed as Eggplant and the monarchs of the Sandwings caught their breath, trying to recover from the blinding climax that briefly broke all of them.

With what little strength she had left, Thorn sat up to look at him, the strange scavenger from the Sea Kingdom that gave her and her adopted daughter a night they'd never forget.

Whatever words she wanted to say died on her lips, however, as her horrified eyes caught sight of her stinger embedded into Eggplant's hand.

"H-How the hell did this happen?!"

It was early morning, and the sun was only just rising. Anemone was pacing up and down in a panic in the main hall, Coral trying to talk out the details of the incident with Thorn.

An extremely tired-looking Eggplant, a thick layer of bandages wrapped around his hand, patted Anemone on the back as he tried to comfort her.

"It was just an accident, really! They managed to get all of the venom out quickly, since they've got some of the kingdom's best doctors here. They said I'll be fine in a few days anyway."

Anemone whipped around to face him, "You got STABBED by a SANDWING STINGER, how can you say you're FINE?!"

Thorn approached them, "I really am sorry about this whole mess, Eggplant. It's not an excuse, but I was feeling drowsy after all of the festivities, and I wasn't as careful as I ought to have been. Your medical expenses are already covered."

Coral sighed. "After this, it may be best if you return home early. I don't want to leave you behind after getting an injury like this on your first night…"

Eggplant rubbed the back of his head, "N-No, really, I'm fine. Besides, it might make it worse if I try traveling half of the continent with my hand like this. It was just a one-time mistake, and I'm in good hands here."

Coral furrowed her brow. "That is true… though…"

"Then we'll all stay another night or two, and then go back home!" Anemone exclaimed.

Eggplant turned to look at her, surprise written across his face. Even now, she was trying to look out for him, to make sure he was okay. Even though she'd be inconveniencing herself and everyone else involved, she was putting him first. He remembered reading once that dragons were fiercely protective of their mates; did Anemone see him that way already, or did he only want that?

Coral sighed. "Alright… Alright, that sounds like a fair compromise to me. Is that fine with you, Thorn?"

Thorn nodded. "Absolutely, we have no trouble accommodating you for as long as necessary. I'm sure our guards would enjoy the extended party."

Anemone, without thinking, leapt up and embraced Eggplant, her scaly arms fumbling over his shoulders and around his head. He groaned under the sudden attack, but he couldn't help but feel… safe, in her arms. He hugged her back as best as he could, being careful of his injured hand. He almost gave her a kiss, but managed to stop himself.

"Let us know if there is anything we can do to make you feel comfortable while you recover, Eggplant," Thorn smiled. "After all, I owe you that much."

…

Coral was glad it wasn't a serious emergency, and that everything had worked out, but there was still something bothering her.

Thorn didn't become Queen because of her clumsiness. Even Sandwing hatchlings learn very early on how to control their stingers, make sure they don't hurt anyone around them by accident. It's second nature for them to be defensive of their stingers; It's instinct; even tired or drunk, Thorn wouldn't have made such a mistake.

So how'd Eggplant get injured like that? He and Thorn both act strange when I try to ask...

Eggplant threw his head back into the pillows, barely able to control himself. Below him, Blaze and Thorn were licking up and down his throbbing cock, lavishing every inch with their tongues.

"This is as good a way as any to make up for last night, right?" Thorn suckled on the tip of his dick while Blaze wrapped her long, draconic tongue around his shaft and ran it along his whole length, milking him for all he was worth.

"You must've had a lot of fun watching us fall apart under you," Blaze giggled. "Now it's our turn to turn you into a wreck."

Thorn went down to his sack, gently running her teeth along it while she licked him up. Blaze began to bob her maw on his dick playfully, her cheek bulging as she swabbed it with his cock tip, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

"We'll treat you like a King tonight…"

Several halls down, Anemone was tossing and turning in her bed.

He's getting head from some of these Sandwing girls, I just know it.

hi,

i have nothing to say for myself.

i'll probably work on the next chapter soon-ish. or maybe i'll go dark for a few years.

i don't know. i don't know.