Two Mates are Better than One

Written by RiftyAgon

Rift & Kara © RiftyAgon

Sithris © Sithris

Whispa © PollardtheDragon

Contains: Feral, M/M/F, Oral, Anal, Vaginal, Triple Penetration, Relationship Building

Length: 2,040 Words

This is a direct sequel to "Backdraft"


"We don't have to come here guys…" Sithris' eyes full of concern as he scanned the area. "If you're uncomfortable, we should go."

Kara sat where a massive courtyard was once full of young dragons. It was now nothing but rubble and burnt dirt. "No hon, we need to be here… this was our birthplace and home."

The black drake nodded silently. There was nearly nothing left of the village of Dragon's Claw. He'd heard from his mates what had happened to it, but seeing the remains in person chilled his bones.

"Such a bloody waste. All because Keltin was an egotist that forced his own downfall." Sithris sighed, noting his orange companion in the distance. "Forcing Rift into a fight, getting himself exiled, and then helping the apes attack the village, how petty can one be?"

"My mom didn't suffer." The wind dragoness leaned against him. "She was a guard at the entrance. Took a bolt through the heart, instant. Rift and I were in the woods at the time, we ran back when we heard fighting."

"And that's when Void did his thing?" Sithris wished he'd had the chance to meet the village guardian, at the very least for raising Rift and getting his two mates out. "It would take a lot of guts to blow yourself up to get you two out of there."

The Fire Guardian finally joined up with them. "Couldn't find anything, guess dad really did evaporate everything." He frowned as something in the back of his mind twinged. "Except for the Supernova Scroll. I honestly wish now that I destroyed it instead of absorbing it.

The dragoness licked him softly. "Everything happens for a reason." She took a few steps ahead of them, shaking her hips. "Let's go home, yeah? We've got a wedding to attend."

The two males blinked, nodding to each other. The trio took flight.


Rift panted softly, laying back to watch the fire lighting the cave. He didn't sing much, so his lungs weren't used to the act. "Whew, what a day…"

His male mate chuckled. "Indeed." Looking at the metal band around his tail base, his partners were sporting similar rings. "Weird to think we're mates officially now."

Kara was sitting between them, happily chewing on some cake. She knew as a hatchling she and the Fire Guardian would be life-mates, but the addition of Sithris into their lives meant she would never have to be alone.

"You got a twang, you know that right?"

The orange male blinked, his blue eyes meeting Sithris' black. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

The electric dragon smiled. "There's a slight hint normally, but it's very obvious when you sing. Kara has it too to a lesser extent. It's silly."

"Silly!?" Rift and Kara looked at each other, holding a paw to their chest in mock offense.

"The gall of him." Kara grinned at the black dragon. "Are you gonna let that stand, Rift?"

"I think not." The fire drake stood up, before pouncing on Sithris. "C'mere you!"

"Gahh, nuuuu!" The goggle male flailed defenselessly, pinned down by the bulkier male, receiving countless smooches. "Unhand me you foul beast!"

Several minutes passed before Sithris went limp, accepting defeat. He huffed, watching as Rift stepped back proudly. "You monster, assaulting a poor unexpecting tinkerer."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" The orange male examined him in worry, terrified of inflicting injury to his mate. He didn't notice the nod from both black and white dragons as they pounced at him, enough force to topple the stocky male. "Oof! You got me!"

"Victory!" Sithris raised his head triumphantly, before he and Kara giggled and wiggled atop the shorter male. "Your punishment is to be our heat pad."

"You make it out like I didn't want this from the start." Rift's wings wrapped around them protectively. "You're both mine, forever."

"Oh really now?" Kara growled seductively. "Who says we're yours? Maybe you two are mine."

Sithris wiggled back, slapping her rump, eliciting a squeak from the female. "Now, now, Kara…" He looked at Rift. "I think you're ours."

The wind dragoness shivered. She could feel the black dragon's twin peaks slowly growing, rubbing her tailhole. Her orange mate was trying to stay in control, but his moist slit rubbing against hers was betraying him. "Prove it."

Before the guardian could act, Sithris pulled the dragoness by the hips, aligning her face to Rift's vent. "You're soaked Kara, are you that eager?" The black drake close his eyes, taking in the intense spice of her scent.

"Are you kidding?" The wind dragoness clenched her tunnels, feeling her juices constantly dripping. "After seeing how much you've both stretched me, I've been desperate to get you both at the same time."

"Two mates are better than one, eh?" The electric drake flicked his tongue against her clit, satisfied by the trembling hind in front of him. "I can't promise you won't be a broken mess after."

"I'd be disappointed if I wasn't."

Rift chuckled at the two's bantering. He was terrified about their compatibility when Sithris first joined their relationship, but his concerns weren't needed. They acted as if they'd known each other forever.

His thoughts were shattered when a warm puff hit his slit, followed by the smooth scales of his dragoness. She was gentle, nuzzling his vent softly before adding the tip of her tongue. She rumbled approvingly at his moistening tunnel. The fire drake could only pant softly, reaching a front paw down to lovingly stroke her cheek.

Sithris tended to Kara, tongue sliding from her button, to the slight folds of flesh where her inner depths hide. He slipped in, finding with each breath that it switched between accommodating and downright constricting. It didn't take long to reach the end, blocked by her cervix. He pulled his tongue back, before gently pushing it back in.

Kara fought her instincts to immediately submit, wanting to make their mating fun for all three of them. She followed the same motions she could feel from her black dragon. In and out, slowly pushing further. While she wasn't an expert in male anatomy, she was sure most drakes had a shallower slit. Before she could think much, she found her target; a small nub that was slowly growing.

Her tongue flicked over it, grinning as it thickened instantly. It was growing. She curled her muscle around it, pumping it gently as the vent became tighter.

Rift growled at the sensation. Having his shaft massaged while still inside was new, and it was delightful. He squeaked, feeling his mate slightly push her muzzle in, his spire enlarging in her maw. She didn't bob, he doubted he could control himself if she did, but as the shaft grew to full size, her throat squeezed it. He appreciated this, as it kept him adequately aroused while his other mate continued his prep.

The electric drake pulled back with a huff, fighting the urge to breed. He watched the spasming vent, before moving his eyes up. He leaned in, licking the unattended tailhole.

"Gulkah!"

The dragoness pulled free of the black spire as the lick hit her with a sudden orgasm. She layed her head against her mates vent, gasping for air as her hips trembled. The slick organ lathered her star, before sliding in.

Sithris had to admit he was enjoying drawing such reactions from his mate, grinning as she was quickly relaxing around him. She was ready. Slurping out, he grunted, hooking his front paws over her hips.

"Slide on down hon, I only need one hole."

Rift simply nodded quickly and shifted himself down, feeling the weight of both dragons leaning against his chest. He squeaked, his tip bumping Sithris', before angling against the slick flesh of Kara's vent.

The goggle male went first, slowly easing both of his girths into the tight rear. He groaned softly, only sinking in as far as the dragoness would relax. With a huff, he'd managed to fit all but his knots.

The dragoness grit her teeth, drool dripping from her maw at her tailhole being filled. She'd only taken her mate a couple times, so she hadn't figured out how to control those muscles. Trying to prepare herself, she looked down at Rift and nodded.

The massive black shaft had a much easier time sinking in thanks to the natural lubricant that was constantly escaping the female. With each ridge, a sloppy pop would echo through the cave. The flesh around his member tried to keep him inside, failing when he'd pull back for another thrust.

Once both males were buried to the knots, they examined the dragoness. She was stretched enough to not only see the outlines of their shafts, but also to see the pink flesh between her belly scutes. Kara followed their eyes, her holes squeezing tightly at a climax at her own physical state

"You okay, Kara?"

She turned her head back to Sithris, giving him a simple nod to continue.

The black drake slowly pulled out to the tips. Grinning to his orange mate, he slowly pushed back in. At the same time, Rift pulled back. They kept their sawing motion slow to start, both to match each other's rhythm, and to enjoy the feeling.

Rift shivered as he could feel the twins against his cock from the barrier of flesh, seemingly stroking his shaft just as much as the dragoness between them. He lifted his head, meeting Sithris' own in a deep kiss. As their tongues mingled, their thrusting increased speed.

Kara could only lay between them and moan in pleasure. She felt stuffed, like she'd just downed an elk. The humping in her holes were digging free any juices she'd had left after multiple orgasms. Her demolished tailhole, mixed with her g-spot and clit being mashed, left her mind blank. Wordless gasps and wide eyes were her only responses.

Rift could feel his instincts start to take over. His wings and paws grabbed both dragons, pulling them down tight. He growled primally into Sithris' maw, thrusting taking a much faster pace. His tongue and maw pulled back, grinning at the other male's lust-fogged eyes.

Their peaks building, they doubled down their efforts. Each drake thrusted fast and deep, wanting to seal their mateship. Between them, Kara flexed her body, assisting them in their goal.

Sithris and Rift snarled as they both managed to pop their knots in at the same time, the female mewing in rolling pleasure. The males once again made out, mingling with the dragoness as well.

Sithris went first, seed firing into her rear. Rift followed right after, bloating her womb with his potent fluid. Kara screamed, the last of her juices squirting free. Their maws parted, staring at each other.

"Round two?"

Rift blinked at the dragoness, doubt for hers and Sithris' energy. He could suggest calling it for the night, light a fire and snuggle. The lustful side however wanted more.

"Round two."


A gray and cyan dragoness walked through the Troutdale markets with a sigh. She was still working through the end of her mateship, her ex and herself finding each other not quite as compatible as they'd hoped. Thankfully the queen was more than able to help her through the split, both physically and emotionally.

Whispers from a group of dragons caught her attention. Something about a guardian. Oh right! She'd only seen one in her life a few years ago. He'd passed through to get his nomination approved.

He was really cute, and small. He would've made for a good mate.

"What's going on?"

One of the drakes from the group looked at her. Judging if he would indulge her in the conversation, before shrugging. "The Fire Guardian and Wind Guardian candidate just got married. First time a guardian could have a mate."

The dragoness' heart drooped. She was hoping maybe she could spend a night with the orange male.

"That's not all!" Another dragon piped up. "Rumour has it, he has two mates. Lucky bastard has a harem."

That means there's a chance!

She turned to the castle, paws moving on their own back to the structure.

I think we need to establish some trade connections…


The end