Taking the Plunge

Written by RiftyAgon & Sithris

Rift & Kara © RiftyAgon

Sithris © Sithris

Contains: Feral, M/M, F/Solo, Oral, Anal, Slitplay, Relationship Building

Length: 3,120 Words

This is a direct sequel to "Twisted Tails"


The sun had begun to set by the time Kara returned. Crickets started their calls, and the lake had taken on a pinkish-orange hue to reflect the sky. Something felt right to her.

Landing a small distance away, she snuck around in the forest surrounding her home. She crouched, doing whatever possible for her bright white scales to not be a giveaway. She could hear her mate and boyfriend chatting.

"Fine, fine, you can tell her when you're ready. We're all a couple, so I don't see why you're so shy about this." Sithris popped out of the cave, his lowered tail hiding little of the white substance that leaked from his rear. He hopped into the lake, guarded by an orange male nervously watching.

"We are, but this whole three-way relationship is still new. Kara and I have pretty much been a thing since hatchlings, so I don't know what she'd think if we told her I tried to breed you. Rift washed himself off at the shore, never going more than knee-deep in the water.

I'd want to watch, that's what I'd think.

"Even so, she's OUR mate now. She has a right to know that we make the most of it." The electric drake poked out of the water, surprising his other half with a deep kiss.

Oh gosh, that's hot… Kara watched intently, tailtip sneaking back to rub at her moistening slit.

Rift whimpered as his large shaft quickly slid back out, being joined by Sithris' own as the bulkier drake let himself be pushed onto the sand. Two silver and one black spire slid against each other, loud moans escaping through locked maws. Their tails curled together, a bond between mates.

The white dragoness held an arm in her maw, muffling her enjoyment of the show. Her tail slid into her vent, quickly reaching the entrance to her womb. She didn't try to go further, deciding that would be reserved for the lucky males she lived with.

As the drakes continued their show, the thrusting became harder and faster. Their earlier fun had worn down their stamina, and their peaks were building much quicker. Sithris panted, slowing his hips, and adding more power to his thrusts. His bottom shaft slid off, choosing to slide into a different place.

"Oh fucccccck…"

The slim drake stopped, staring at his mate in concern before looking lower. Something slick and warm was squeezing tightly around the runaway dick. He thought at first he'd taken Rift's ass, cursing himself for not taking the time to savor it. What he saw instead made him nervous.

"Shit, sorry! Let me just pull out. " The body around him felt good, he didn't want to stop. But he'd just forced himself into his mate's slit, and he wasn't about to risk getting incinerated. Hind paws held him in place, refusing him freedom.

"That feels good."

Sithris blinked, head trying to make sure he'd heard properly. His lower shaft was knot-deep in Rift's vent. "You… you like that?"

The guardian trembled, clenching his slit. His mind drifting to thoughts of being his mate's toy, to be his breeding hen. "I… uh huh…"

With a shiver, the black drake slowly pulled out, a small smirk spoiling that he'd had an idea. His mate was overall bigger in endowments, but he had two. Angling both to the slit, he groaned as both tips squeezed in.

Kara slowly squeaked as her childhood friend and long-time partner squealed like a dragoness. Her burning need urged her to jump in and join the fun, but her mind knew she would need to warm Rift up to the idea. Besides, she still wanted her turn with her goggle-dragon.

"You'd make a good 'ness, will you be a good girl for me?" Sithris grinned, the tight tunnel gripping him in an attempt to milk his shafts. To think a few months ago, Rift was trying everything to push him away. Now, they were as intimate as one could be.

The guardian couldn't form words, only a quick nod as he bucked against his black-scaled drake. He could feel the knots growing, straining his slit. His head reached up, nuzzling Sithris lovingly.

"I'm close. You can cum too." Sithris pushed his knots in for the final time before filling the oddly roomy slit of his mate. He clamped on his neck, asserting dominance over the fire drake.

"OH MY…" Rift's eyes went wide as his body went limp. His own spire coated both of their faces in potent seed.

The white dragoness drew blood from her arm as her tail flung her juices behind her. She couldn't decide if she was more into the idea of her new mate's dual equipment, or her orange drake submitting. Plunging her tail back in, she managed a second orgasm. She rolled onto her back, not bothering to block the squirt splashing onto her belly. If anything, she hoped they'd take notice.

Sithris laid comfily on Rift, happily knotted. He was surprised the shorter drake was into it, but wouldn't complain. He'd just penetrated his first dragon.

"I… ungh!" A surprise pulse of seed into his slit caught the orange male off guard. "That was amazing." He gripped his mate's face and kissed him.

The black drake giggled, looking into tired blue-eyes. "We've had one heck of a day, hon. Once we untie, we'll clean up, and I'll cook dinner." A nod of approval, and he turned his head to the woods, giving a teasing blep. Kara's eyes met his.

He knew the entire time, that sneaky shit!


She'd flown off for a bit after that, using that time to replay what she'd seen again and again, to equally explosive results. A plan had come to mind, helped by her decision not to rinse off her scales. Her mates wouldn't be able to resist the heavy scent.

It was dark when she'd returned, growling slightly at the scent of cooking meat. The cave glowed a comforting orange. Even now, she could smell the residual musk from earlier fun.

"I just love how simplistic they are. A simple collection of cogs can pretty much make anything!" Sithris beamed to his orange mate, polishing his hoard of metal contraptions. "They are to me what cheese is to you."

"You can't eat cogs." Rift smiled, nibbling his yellow block of aged dairy. "At least not without breaking some teeth, or swallowing them whole."

Kara grinned, choosing that moment to step in. She lifted her tail, wafting her scent at the unsuspecting drakes. Coming face to face with the Fire Guardian, she pecked his cheek. "The only swallowing I'm interested in is a large hunk of meat."

The orange drake spat his cheese and stared in disbelief at his mate, ignoring the burst of laughter from the black dragon. "Where did that come from!?"

"Where do you want it to come from?" Her tail snuck around to stroke his neck, getting rewarded by a nervous whimper. She could feel the black mate's eyes staring at her exposed hind. "We're all mates here, what do you say?"

Rift's heart was pounding. He'd only just laid with her for the first time recently, after years of being a couple. For her to be so brazen, it felt like a trap. "Um, I, e-excuse me!"

Sithris gave her a sympathetic smile when the male ran out of the cave. "Give him time. He's got a lot of changes happening now." He stood up and gave her a hug. "One at a time for now, we need to make him feel safe with being vulnerable and not needing to protect us."

"I know… I just hoped he'd just throw caution to the wind and have fun. I pretty much blue-balled him everyday for years." Kara shivered in desire, thinking back to the recent romp by the lake. "I want him to be less on edge in life, and more when he wants to pop."

"Y'know, I didn't know you before, the dying and all…" The black drake winced at bringing up her past. "But from what I've seen, you've come back a deviant."

He stood up and walked beside her, stroking a claw over her vent. She gasped and bucked her hips. Chuckling, he pulled the claw to his maw, licking it. "You taste as good as you smell, Missus Voyeur. I'd love to have more, but we have a Pest to comfort."

With deep breath, she nodded. Following her goggle-dragon outside, they found the other male standing by the lake, staring at it. "Still watching for lake monsters?"

Rift jumped slightly, before the presence of his family sat before him. "When you died, I'd spend every morning and every evening lost in it. It was the only thing that kept my eyes from your grave. I still can't decide if I was wiping out too many strongholds, or not enough. Did my efforts to protect you backfire?"

"You two were the only survivors of your village." Sithris wrapped a wing around the fire drake. "You took every effort to keep those apes from invading this place."

Kara did the same, her and Sithris both leaning against the guardian. "You couldn't have known Keltin would show up after an age and do what he did. And in the end, you brought me back, your wound is just a scar, Sithy is with us now, and Keltin is as dead as his heart was. You can relax."

"Maybe… we did finally get rid of that horrible rule forbidding guardians from taking mates." The orange drake blinked, realizing that had his father become guardian in his time, he wouldn't exist. "Even if they don't know I have two. I'm still surprised you decided to accept Sithy."

"Dammit, I guess Sithy will stay a thing." The goggle-dragon laughed, giving Rift a small kiss. "I knew you were trying to prevent anyone else getting hurt, even if it was through acting like a total jackass. In time, you showed more and more of the real you. I watched you go blind, try to end yourself when your power went crazy, and then get impaled to save my life. You earned my affections, and should let go and enjoy yourself.

Rift looked at them both, raising a paw to rub where his chest scutes had been punctured, orange scales covering where his horrid wound once lay. Two gasps caught his attention, spinning to see his mate's both holding up a scale each. No words were said, as they moved to his front, and set the white and black scale between some orange scales on his shoulder.

A sign of commitment.

Rift wiped the building tears in his eyes, pulling them into a tight hug. "I love you two. Let's get inside and have some dinner."


Sithris squirmed and tossed around. He'd found sleep easy since they'd started living together, but tonight was an exception. His dual shafts throbbed in need.

The cave was heavy in the scent of Kara's arousal, and his instincts were begging him to sate the dragoness beside him. He thought about it, multiple times, but he had other plans in mind for that in time.

A shift on his opposite side caught his attention. His male mate was becoming restless too, heavy breaths telling just how close he was to waking up. The large shaft was fully erect from his slit, pre dripping onto his belly.

The black drake curiously watched it, thinking about how it felt so nice in him earlier in the day. He pictured where each ridge popped in his rear. The fire was still glowing, and he looked lower.

Only to someone looking, could they see the tight starfish that hid at the very base of the male's tail. It was untouched, untrained, and Sithris' to claim.

Maybe I can cash in on the payback, but I don't want to wake him up like that. Maybe if I sweeten things…

He wiggled himself free from the cozy pile, rearranging his goggles and sneaking between Rift's hind legs. Face to face with the organ, he was impressed it was attached to such a short male. He leaned in and took a sniff.

It smells like him, but he keeps it nice and clean. Very well, you owe me for this.

With an extension of his silver tongue, he made contact with the black spire. It tasted fresh, with a slight musk of the dribbling fluid. He shivered, slowly increasing his licks and exploring.

Oh wow, no wonder it felt nice. He really is built for breeding.

Sithris admired the firm feel of the underside of the ridges. Solid for maximum stimulation, and unlike previous escapades he'd had, kept a large size plus the shape to pretty much guarantee a successful breeding with any heat-laden dragoness.

Little whimpers egged him on, encouraging him to wrap his maw around the tip. It was very warm, and he didn't waste much time before starting to bob his head, slowly sinking deeper and deeper as he went. His own hips started gently humping at the air, the act and scents mixing into a powerful aphrodisiac.

"Uhhh…"

He's stirring, better double down.

Speeding up his movements, he couldn't muffle out the growing noise of his moist maw bouncing on the organ. The scents around him were becoming more intense, but he assumed it was more his growing focus on his task. He was beginning to wonder if he could take the whole thing.

Two paws grasped on his horns, forcing the lithe drake's throat down further around the spire. His eyes were wide, and his goggles were now loosely flopping against his head. He wanted to flail, but didn't want everyone to wake up.

As his throat was being fucked to oblivion, he could hear his mate gasping quietly. An idea came to mind, and he flicked his tongue into the winking vent. The effect was immediate.

Rift's eyes shot open as he held his mate tight to his crotch, his knot locking into the black drake's throat. He grunted quietly, pumping all of his seed into the electric belly of Sithris.

It wasn't too bad to be honest. Sure, having the equivalent of a tree in your throat and a whole dragon fruit lodged in your maw was suboptimal, but he'd been through worse. A part of the tied male was jealous that his reward was being pumped into his belly without a chance to try it, but all he could really do was look up at his mate in satisfaction.

The guardian smiled back awkwardly, blushing in embarrassment at how he forced his companion into this situation. He was well tied, and if he left it to deflate, it very likely would stay full size for much too long. With a gulp, he started to pull away.

Sithris understood the act, and wiggled his maw in a motion to safely guide the flesh free from his sharp fangs. With a loud pop, he was free. The spire still had more to give, filling his maw, and splattering his face with potent seed. He gave a moment to decide he enjoyed the flavor, before lunging at his mate, and pulling him into a kiss, sharing the white substance with it's creator.

Kara smirked as she kept her eyes mostly shut. Her tail was once again in her vent, but moving gently. She didn't want to startle them.

The fire drake panted heavily, his maw now coated in the same seed his mate had just sucked from him. He gulped, the black drake's grin unsettling him.

"So…" He whispered, watching his mate back down to his hind legs. "Did you like that too."

"Very, my cheeky pest." Sithris' twin spires bobbed in need. He angled the top spire with his mate's unused tailhole. "Worry knot, I'll be gentle."

After rubbing his dribbling pre around, he gently pressed in. His mind wanted to go all out immediately, but his eyes stayed focused, watching his partner's face for signs. He felt some slight trembling, and placed a paw on Rift's cheek.

"Don't tense. Relax. Imagine a room made of cheese."

The tightness relented just enough, and the tip found it's way inside with a quiet "pop." The orange male yelped softly, a single tear forming in one eye, and Sithris stopped, giving him time to adjust. His tail slid around the other, stroking it in comfort.

"A-alright…"

The electric drake pressed forward once more, slowly feeling his organ push into the once-virgin rear. He didn't have full ridges like the drake underneath him, but there was some ribbing on the sides. A shaky moan encouraged him to proceed once only the knot remained.

With a gentle rock, the shaft slowly found a gentle allowing motion. The drake above cooed, beginning to roll his hips. Sithris smiled, assing more motion and length to his thrusts.

A soft spot in the receiving drake's body made contact, drawing a flood of seed from Rift's shaft. His eyes rolled back, not expecting such a sensation from his rear. Another thrust resulted in the same outcome.

"Ah, I see you've got a super sensitive prostate." Sithris smirked, reproducing the act each roll of the hips. "I'm envious, I only pop from the knot, and here you are, first time, enjoying it even more than I can."

It was an exotic experience for the dark dragon. And he could already feel his limit building. Speeding up his thrusts, he no longer cared for the noise of his humping, nor did he take note of the dragoness beside them now wide eyed and pummeling her own need.

With a growl, his knot pushed in, drawing a loud squeal from the guardian. While Sithris pumped his seed into the growing belly, Rift's own was freely flowing from the battering from his prostate. He could see from hazy eyes the orange drake trembling from a massive orgasm.

Several minutes passed before they both came back down from their highs. Sithris prepared himself, bracing his paws. He looked up, meeting the lust-riddin eyes of his mate, before popping free.

Rift moaned, before grunting as the dominant drake casually flopped on his belly. The impact forced out some of the foreign seed. It was a strange feeling, but one he decided was nice.

The tender cuddle was interrupted as Kara poked her snout next to the two males. She grinned, holding up her soaked tail to both of them. "That was a wonderful show, now lick."

The drakes blinked, looking at each other as if to make sure this had really happened. With a nod, they both began licking the tail.


To be continued…