A Different Kind of Relaxation

Written by PollardTheDragon

Rift © RiftyAgon

Pollard © PollardTheDragon

Contains: MHerm/Male, Anal, Teasing

Length: 4472

"A week of time, all for myself…" The thought rolled through Rift's head as he glided on the cool mountain winds. The drake had a pair of bags wrapped around the base of his tail as he flew west, away from his home of Warfang. He had been granted a week of leave after nabbing the dastardly Egg Thief of Warfang, and decided he needed a nice spa day. Some kobolds to attend to his every need - to massage his muscles, to feed him well, and to give him some reprieve from the loud infant dragon at home.

Not too relaxed though, it was still pretty near to Whispa's cave after all.

As he glided along the updrafts of the mountains, his eyes scanned the land below him, looking for the iconic crater depicting the top of the volcano spa, and the entrance to Pollard's home. Memories of his first visit slipped through his mind - the night of passion that was had sent shivers down his spine. "This would be different." He told himself. "Just a spa week. No foursomes. No threesomes. Just me, myself, and a group of kobold servants, Gods, I need this."

As the drake landed at the mouth of the cave, it seems things were busy as ever. A pair of kobolds were outside on crude wooden ladders, leaned against the entrance as they carved decorative murals into the walls with chisels. Smiling, he slipped inside the well-lit cave, with a gray scaled female kobold approaching him first. "Good morning, Guardian Rift! Master Pollard is not available at the moment. In the meantime, can we get you something?"

"Oh, it's fine. I wasn't really here for him. I need a bit of a vacation - do you have anywhere I can stay for the week?"

The kobold nods. "O-Of course! We have the princely suites, which are located right next to the magma cauldron hot pools. Pollard said that you and your group are all free to stay whenever you like, so I'll go get you a key!"

"Oh, it's fine. Thank you. Although, if I am not being charged, what will I do with this?" The fire drake smiled as he reached into a tailbag, and pulled from it a large, polished ruby.

The kobold looked back at him from where she was fishing for a key, and her eyes widened as the gem came into view. "Oh! Err.. Shiny… Um, we do accept tips!" The kobold beamed, swiping up the gemstone the moment it was placed on the counter, soon placing a small electrum key in its stead. "This'll get you into your room. It's down the third tube on the right." She nodded.

Rift smiled and grabbed the key. "Thank you. If you see Pollard, tell him I said hello. Is he doing alright?"

"Oh yes, Master Pollard is great! With the grand opening, he has been very busy with his hoard! It's grown a lot lately! Sometimes, he even lets us lay on it!"

Rift smiles happily. "Hopefully this success does not go to his head. Now, I understand there is a complimentary massage? The flight was quite long, and my wings could use a good rub down."

The kobold stammers for a moment, before nodding. "O-Of course, Guardian Rift! Right this way!"

"Mister Rift? Master Pollard will like to see you now." Said a small green-scaled kobold, peeking into his room. The orange drake was sprawled out on a mount of soft pillows and fine silks.

Looking up at the small lizard, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a yawn. "Mmh… Tell him I'll be right there. I just gotta get up." The dragon huffed, getting to his feet with a stretch. He let out a satisfied hiss as his back popped into place, his muscles well relaxed after the previous day's pampering at the hands of the kobolds. He stood and slowly followed the kobold out of the room and down the decorated magma-tube hallway, before noticing the purple dragon standing by the entrance.

"Rift! Good morning! I take it you're enjoying the stay so far? I'm sorry I couldn't attend to you last night, I was busy filling out the documents Warfang wants on this place's finances. Can you believe they want to know how big my hoard is? What business of theirs is that?" He laughed.

Rift looked at the purple drake blankly, still waking up. "Uhh… Good morning to you? You're pretty awake this morning… Do you have coffee at all?" Rift yawned, looking around.

Pollard nodded. "Yes! Right!" He grinned and turned to look at a young male kobold sweeping dust off the floor. "Zaks! Go fetch the guardian some fresh coffee!"

The kobold stood at attention when his name was called, before nodding with a salute. "Yes master, sir!" Before running as fast as his short legs could take him.

As Pollard turned to speak with Rift, a bell rang out from near the entrance, a red scaled kobold leaning over the edge of a rocky outcropping carved from the wall. "Master Pollard! Three dragons have been spotted coming this way!"

Pollard let out a sigh then looked to Rift. "We may have to… delay our chat. It seems I have guests!" He smiled warmly, before turning to walk to the door. Stepping out into the landing area, he looked up at the arrivals.

Rift knew immediately something was wrong when the drake's expression changed from eager and happy to one of anger and frustration, running out to join him as he saw the purple dragon take up a defensive posture. In the sky was a group of three dragons, flying close, their eyes set on the pair of drakes as they swooped in to land.

Rift flew into action first - literally. His senses flared, knowing these drakes were bad news, and before Pollard had the chance to react, he pounced. Jumping on the red-scaled dragon in the center of their formation, he caught them off guard as they landed, quickly pinning them below himself. "Why do you come here? Can't you see that you aren't wanted?"

The red dragon coughed under him as he was pinned and muttered out. "We… we're here to collect what we're owed." He grunted, muscles straining against Rift's, but the bully had nothing on the fire guardian.

The two other dragons flanked Rift as Pollard ran to his aid. However, while Rift was busy in conversation, he didn't notice the flurry of claws coming from his sides.

"Rift! Look out!" Pollard yelled to him, before bellowing a cone of bright orange flame towards one of the attackers, hearing the blue dragon yell out in pain. Although, that wouldn't get both off him.

Rift looked to his right, but by then it was too late. Releasing his grip on the pinned drake, he slid to the right, only to catch the claw in the membrane of his wing, tearing it deep and rendering his flight all but useless as crimson gushed from the wound. He grit his teeth, and swiped in response, his claws meeting tough scale.

The pinned dragon coughed and sputtered as he got to his feet, and joined the fray, pouncing atop Pollard and halting the flaming gout. Stomping on his snout to shut his maw, he growled at the smaller male. "Ya really shoulda paid your dues, now you and your guardian friend might get a little hurt." He chuckled darkly, hind claw digging into the tough scales on Pollard's rear thigh only to catch beneath one, puncturing the skin and drawing a pained roar from the purple dragon.

The burned dragon went to approach the fray, but saw something in the mouth of the cave. Eyes wide, he looked at his partners and called out. "Hey, we should go."

"Nonsense! We have these two!" The black drake roared with laughter as his claws clashed with Rift's, only to let out a pained roar and get sent flying backward, a large chunk of wood sticking out of his thigh.

The red drake atop Pollard looked to the mouth of the cave and, looking to his partner, shouted. "Screw this. We'll get our payment later!" He growled and took wing, a sharpened wooden stake barely missing his wing. A moment later, his partners, injured as they were, took wing next to him, slowly flying off.

Rift was in a frenzy, and tried to take off after the trio, but found he couldn't get lift and fell on his side, his wing damaged from the black drake's sharp claws. Only then did he look to the entrance to the cave and realize why Pollard was smiling.

A group of kobolds stood at the mouth of the cave, crossbows in hand and a couple standing behind a pair of reloading ballistae. Unlike the other kobolds in the spa, these ones sported metal plates on their uniforms, with an engraving on their chest pieces that simply read "Security".

"Your wing was badly cut during the fight, Sir Rift. I recommend staying grounded for at least a week to let it heal, then you should fly right again." The small white kobold stated, cutting a section of gauze with a pair of scissors and attaching it to the orange dragon's wing.

"A week? You're kidding me. Kara, Sithy and I planned a nice date night a few days from now!" Rift objected, standing up and flexing his one good wing, while the other was bandaged up and immoble. "You can't make it go any faster?"

The kobold shook his head. "'Fraid not. We put all the healing salves we safely could on it, but any more and you'll end up sick."

Rift let out a frustrated huff, before looking towards the door. Pollard walked into the medical ward, his own wound apparent as a white bandage was pretty apparent on the dark purple scales of his outer thigh. "Sorry you got involved, Rift. Those dragons have been trying to extort me for money for… awhile. It's my fight, not yours."

Rift smiles warmly at the male and shakes his head. "Nonsense! As a guardian, it is my job to keep the peace. Although, you should have told us sooner. I'll make sure we put in some good effort to track them down."

"That… would be appreciated. Thank you." He smiled and looked him over. "I'm sorry about the wing."

Rift shrugged. "It'll only be a week. Right?" He looked down at the kobold who returned an enthusiastic nod. "Right."

The kobold turned to Pollard then back to Rift. "You should be fully bandaged now, Sir Rift. I recommend you lay down for a while, let the salves work." he nodded again, then turned to Pollard and walked over.

"I have something to tell you in private, master." He whispered, before the two left the room, leaving Rift to lay down on a pile of soft bedding, his injured wing carefully moved to avoid laying atop it.

"He's a what?"

"He's a hermaphrodite." The kobold deadpans. This is the third time he's told his master, tapping some parchment on a clipboard in his claws. "While we were bandaging him up, one of the nurses ended up under him to check his belly for cuts, and saw his slit was larger than normal. He felt the need to inform her before she investigated at all." He nods.

"That… that actually explains a lot." Pollard huffed, thinking back to his previous encounter with the orange drake. Remembering sinking his shaft into that tight, warm slit… remembering it was a bit looser than he expected, remembering feeling a little spacious inside… remembering the feeling of pumping him full of his virility. "Wait, hold on. You're telling me there's a chance I put a kid in the Guardian of Fire?"

The kobold blushed quickly and stammered for a moment, instantly realizing the implication of their relationship - although, seeing the erecting pink shaft between the dragon's legs didn't help. He gulped and shook his head. "N-No master. He said he was only 'partially' a hermaphrodite. He doesn't have a womb."

Pollard relaxed with a relieved sigh. He was too busy to imagine being a father to a hatchling. "Phew… That, uh, that takes a load off my back. Thank you for informing me of this, Chryso. You've done good work today - take the rest of the week off, and help yourself to a coin from my hoard. Pick your favorite one." He smiles down at the small reptile and pat his head.

The kobold grinned, letting out the softest chirr as his head was pat by his master. "Y-Yes sir! Thank you!" He stammered out, before eagerly scrambling out of the room. Being around a horny dragon was one thing, but he was just promised the shiniest coin he could find!

"Mmm?" Rift rolled over on the pile of cushions he would be calling a bed for the next week. Being stranded sucked, but, there could be worse places than a luxury spa to be stranded at. Hearing the door to his private cavern open, he sat up tiredly, expecting another kobold servant to come in to refill his water or resupply his once-again emptied silver cheese platter, but smiled when he saw a familiar purple face poke in the door. "Oh, good morning Pollard. Come to make sure I am doing okay?"

Pollard nodded as he stepped into the room. "Indeed. I spoke with Chryso - the kobold that bandaged your wing - and rewarded him for his efforts last night to make sure you'll heal. How's it feeling?"

Rift looked down at his bandaged wing. He could feel the tears in the membrane, still quite painful, but dulled from the last round of salve applied to the cast. "Well, to put it bluntly, it hurts. But I'll be fine. I'm still getting used to your servants coming in every other hour to make sure I'm well. You know, before all this, I had a bit of a disdain for kobolds?"

Pollard raised a brow as he approached the orange male. "You did? That's a bit surprising, but… well, not everything is for everyone. Have they been making sure you're treated well?"

Rift nods. "Of course, of course. In fact, there was a pink one an hour ago that brought in some sharp cheddar cubes… I didn't think she had the guts to tell me not to move! Although, it did feel nice to just lay there while she fed me the cheese. Felt like royalty almost."

Pollard laughs. "Well, you are an honored guest, and a bit of a VIP at that along with being my personal friend." Pollard coughed for a moment "with benefits."

Rift laughed. "That was one time."

Pollard chuckles. "Yeah, but it was still once. Didn't hear you complaining none."

Rift continued to laugh, remembering the foursome with his partners and the purple dragon. "That is true, I did enjoy it, even if learning you were sleeping with my wife was a bit of a surprise."

Pollard huffed and nodded, clearing his throat. "Right, yes, Kara is quite a good lay. Can't say I'm a little jealous, but, she does still come around. You know you're more than welcome to join her."

Rift nodded, feeling his black pole begin to peek from his slit. "I might have to take you up on that offer."

Pollard nodded, small wisps of white smoke slowly rising from his nostrils as he felt his body heat up, looking Rift's over. He could feel his arousal build at the thought of maybe letting the orange drake top him… maybe once. Just to see if he felt… maybe…

Crash!

"Shit." Pollard huffed, looking towards the door. "That sounded like it was from the kitchen. I'm sorry I have to cut this short, but I should go make sure nobody got hurt."

Rift nodded, letting out a soft sigh. "I understand. Go do what you have to do." He watched as the purple dragon went to leave, his eyes drawn to his sleek figure. Similar to his own, the purple male walked with a heavy gait despite his shorter stature. However, what drew his eye, was the teasing flicker of pink on white as the purple male lifted his tail just enough for a teasing glimpse.

Pollard smirked softly as he left the room. "I'll check back on you tomorrow, I have to get this place in shape for the opening in a few days." He huffed, knowingly teasing the orange drake with glimpses of his tight, rarely-taken tailhole before leaving the room, and leaving the Guardian of Fire nursing one hell of an erection.

Over the next few days, the purple dragon would be eager to assist Rift with every need. He was his guest, after all! Whenever the Guardian would need food, water, or something of the sort, Pollard and his kobold servants were more than eager to ensure his stay was nothing less than luxurious, even with a torn wing. Although, every day, Rift couldn't help but notice that the purple male had been teasing him, just a bit, every so often. A little flash of a pink tailhole here, the gentle swaying of his rump there, that one time he walked into the room sporting a massive hard on… it left the Flame Guardian more than a little pent up.

While the kobolds were more than willing to help the aroused dragon, Rift simply declined, not as comfortable around the little lizards as his mate. Instead, his thoughts turned towards Pollard whenever his need made itself apparent. How nice it would be to top the male… How nice it would be to just rut him once, if not for his pleasure than as a way to get back at him for claiming his wife so many times…

With one more night before the bandages would be removed, Rift decided to make his move.

That night, Pollard entered the orange drake's suite as he would every night lately. With a warm smile, he looked Rift over, tail swaying behind him. "Good evening Rift! How's your wing feeling?"

Laying in the plush pillows afforded for him to rest on, Rift sat up with a smile, concealing his erecting shaft in the pillows. "My wing is doing fine. The medicine has really helped out." He looks over to the bandaged appendage. Some of the kobolds that had served him throughout the week - the ones he had grown to tolerate - had scrawled signatures on the hardened bandage. "Your servants say that it should be ready to fly again tomorrow."

"That's great! Has your stay been well?" Pollard beamed, looking at the signed cast. "Have we been able to meet your needs and expectations?"

Rift nodded. "Of course, you have been nothing if not accommodating. I have to say, the cheese selection you have is great! Although, there is one thing… one need, that I feel hasn't really been met."

"What would that be?" Pollard raised his brow, only for his eyes to drift lower, between the rising Guardian's legs. Almost a foot of erect, dripping dragon shaft stood firm, throbbing with his heart. The sight of Rift's black breeder caused Pollard's face to turn pink with blush as he looked back up. "-O-Oh, I see… If you want, I could-"

"You've been teasing me all week, I think you might need it just as much as I do." He said, voice rumbling deep as primal needs swayed his usually submissive thoughts. His glare sweeped over Pollard's body as he circled the dragon, admiring the firm shoulders, the smooth scales of his underbelly… and the fine curves of his rear.

Pollard stood stock still as the guardian admired his body, only turning his head to look at him. His tail flagged up instinctively, seeing Rift's eyes settle on his firm rear. "Yes… I suppose I could need it." He huffed, as his own draconic pride slowly slid from the slit between his legs, growing hard at the thought. He always had a thing for dominant women and hermaphrodites… maybe Rift might scratch that same itch.

Rift didn't hesitate any longer as he saw that tail flip up. Leaning in, he took hold of Pollard's firm ass, groping the muscle and getting a nice, good, close-up look at his pink tailhole. Small and tight, rarely used… Rift salivated at the thought, leaning in and dragging his tongue across the hole, and coaxing a pleasured purr from the male. One lick, then another, lathering the dragon's rump with his slick saliva, even letting his tongue push in briefly. It wouldn't be long until Pollard's hole was sufficiently ready for Rift's large girth.

Pollard bit his lower lip with every lick across his rear, muffling soft moans as purrs while his cock twitched in excitement beneath him. As the licking stopped, he looked back, only to feel Rift mount atop him, feeling his weight on his back and the Guardian's forelegs on his wings. He couldn't help but let out a gasp as he felt Rift's maleness poke and prod at his tailhole, lining up against his entrance. Each soft push and prod reminded him just how gifted the guardian was, feeling the blunt tip's girth and knowing that each push after would drive even thicker ridges into him. He couldn't help but gently push back.

Rift grinned, holding the male tightly beneath him as he pressed his tip to Pollard's tight rim, slickened by his saliva. He leaned down next to the dragon, purring deeply in his ear. "I've been looking forward to this for days~" He growled, before biting down on his shoulder and pushing in, spreading Pollard's tight hole around his first few inches. Each ridge that slid in drew a hot moan from the fire dragon, as Rift slowly sunk inch after inch into him, feeling him tense and relax around every soft push, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both dragons. His knot finally tapped against the right hole, signaling he had thrust all ten inches of hard cock into Pollard, and released his shoulder as the male beneath him panted and cooed. "Mmm~ Fuck, you have a nice ass, you should share it with me more often~"

Pollard gasped as he went to respond to Rift's dominant statement, feeling the orange drake pull out, and feeling every one of those thick, girthy ridges rubbing against his sensitive prostate. He couldn't help but moan as precum drooled from his tip, forced out by Rift's filling girth, before grunting as he was impaled again as the second thrust came harder and faster. A spike of pleasure shot up his spine as he lowered his forelegs and lifted his rear high, giving Rift more leverage to rail into him harder.

Rift grunted atop him, feeling the male's hot depths contract around his penetrating pole. Each black ridge that slid into his depths sent another shock of hot pleasure through his body, his cock throbbing hard inside the male. "Fff~ I needed this, thank you Pollard~" He moaned out, hips slapping against hips as he held the male down and bred him like a ness. He could feel his knot slowly expanding, getting ready to tie the two together as warm precum drooled inside Pollard's depths.

Pollard couldn't help but moan loudly each time Rift struck deep into him, his cock bouncing with every thrust as his own knot inflated, ready for a tie that wouldn't happen. He could feel the dragon atop him grind his knot against his hole with each thrust, causing a little singe of pain with the hot blazes of pleasure roaring in his abdomen. "R-Rift~ Fuck~ Gonna cum~"

"Together~" Rift finished, before letting out a roar as his knot sunk into his partner with a wet schlick. Sending himself over the edge, Rift grinded firmly inside Pollard as hot, sticky seed blasted into him. Each shot of thick seed fired deep into him, sealed in by Rift's girthy knot.

Pollard roared with him during their climax, the sheer pressure and pleasure of being tied to the guardian sending him over the edge with him. Hot dragon seed splashed onto the suite floor in large ropes as the purple male pumped his load onto the floor below, feeling each shot of Rift's seed fill him deep and fill him full.

As the two dragons slowly came down from their waning climaxes, Pollard was left panting, his belly left slightly bloated from Rift's large load, while quite the mess remained under him. Rift panted heavily as he lay upon the purple male, holding tight onto him as his afterglow came with intensity - it had been a long while since he's gone that long without relief. Shortly, however, he let out a grunt, slowly dismounting from Pollard, slipping the knot out with a lewd squelch as his sticky seed quickly flooded from the male's closing hole, dripping down his thighs and giving Rift a good look at his handiwork. With a smack on his rear, he walked next to him, and leaned against him, causing the two to fall into the soft bed of pillows in the center of the suite. "Rrr~ That give you what you've been wanting?"

Pollard huffed, panting, feeling Rift's batter dripping from his claimed rear. "Mmmh… It was great, Rift~ Although, I think, I prefer being the one on top of you~"

"I see, to each their own~" He looked down at Pollard, and noticed that the male's cock was still erect. "Well… We do have the rest of the night, why not go for it~?" He winked, rolling onto his back and showing Pollard his wet slit.

Pollard grinned, seeing the guardian present to him, and knew he was in for a long, lusty night as he mounted Rift and slowly slid into his slit.

The following day, Rift had his cast taken off his wing. The kobolds made sure to be careful, with both dragons being sore for unknown reasons, although both seemed a bit happier than usual that morning.

Pollard led him out to the flat entrance to the spa, and smiled warmly. "You and your mates are always welcome back, you know! Free of charge!"

Rift chuckled as he spread his wings, testing his ability to catch the wind. "We'll be sure to come around when we can! Thank you for the accommodations!" He called back as he took to the air, turning to leave back for Warfang. While the sex was good, and the cheese plentiful, it's about time he spent a night or three with Sith and Kara…