A/N: The following comes from the Xerophilous Saga: Court of Sand, chapter 18. For those that haven't read my SFW work, the story so far is about the titular character Xerophilous (Xero), who used to work for Princess Burn at the beginning of the Sandwing Succession. Long story short, Xero fled the Sand Kingdom after an angry mob killed Burn, and won a competition to become King of the Rainwings. Over a month, he built them crossbows, trained an army and turned the Rainforest into a functioning kingdom. During this time, he starts developing feelings for Fruit Bat (former Queen and part of his Council) and Majestic (his bodyguard). Botched diplomatic attempts caused the Nightwings to attempt an invasion, but Majestic, Grandeur and Xero's troops successfully ambushed the Nightwing Royal Guard, capturing General Slaughter, Morrowseer and their shapeshifted puppet Nightshade. Between this victory and kissing Fruit Bat for the first time, Xero agrees to throw a party for the Rainwings.
The characters of Xerophilous, Majestic and Flying Fox are my OCs. Fruit Bat of course belongs to Tui T. Sutherland.
The jungle was alive with lights and sounds, as the Rainwings partied into the night. The Village was illuminated with multicolored lights, drums and horns were playing, and dozens and dozens of dragons were dancing and singing cheerfully. We had just proved to the whole world that we weren't a joke, that we were a strong, capable Tribe capable of defending ourselves against even the mightiest of enemies. All thanks to the wisdom and cunning of "His Majestic Holiness-" (ugh) "-King Xerophilous and His Council of Queens".
Awards and congratulations were given to "General" Grandeur and "Marshal" Majestic for securing the Portal, and Flying Fox was given the title of "Royal Cupbearer" (which began to evolve into "Royal Drinking Buddy" over the course of the party). There were Sandwings in attendance as well, receiving a warm welcome from the locals after travelling so far from home. There was even one or two Nightwings off in the corner - let out for good behavior but still under guard - drinking wine and sitting awkwardly by a table.
"See, Your Highness," Flying Fox said, handing me a full cup of fruit punch wine, "This is what life's really like in the Rainforest - one big, fun party!"
"Sure is, Fox." I agreed, taking a sip. "We've all earned it. You know, I try not to buy in too much to all the hype and praise you guys give me, so I don't get too cocky and screw things up, you know? But I got to say - and keep this between us, alright? - But I think we might just pull this off."
"Of course we can, my King," Fox insisted, "You've shown us that we're capable of anything, and with your wise and good leadership, there's nothing we can't do!" He wasn't slurring his words, but the way his eyes seemed glazed over and his scales changed color slower than usual made it clear that the alcohol was starting to kick in.
"Oh buddy," I chuckled, "If you think all this is amazing, you should wait and see what I want to do after the war's over. Seriously, I have so many ideas and plans that have nothing to do with war, and everything with making daily life better for everyone! With the Royals gone, and a Kingdom where I can work on anything I want, I'm going to invent so many things that your heads will spin!"
"Wow! Like what?"
"Ummm… Ooh, indoor plumbing! You know how you have to go outside of the Village to, you know, poo and pee? What if you could go in, like, a specialized bowl in the comfort of your own home? And what if, with a simple pull of a lever, the bowl emptied itself away from your home without ever having to touch it?"
Fox couldn't look any more amazed if I grew two heads and spat out rainbows. I thought about explaining the complications of finding the right material for pipes that won't rust or rot, but thought better of boring him with such details. I looked over at the two uncomfortable Nightwings surrounded by a dozen Rainwings with blowguns.
"Gotta pity the Nightwings," I mused, "But this idea that they can take on every other Kingdom in Phyrria is crazy. I mean, we took out their best fighters, and we weren't even trying to kill them. You think Coral or Scarlet is going to be any nicer than us? You'd think a Tribe of mind-readers and fortune-tellers would understand that."
"I guess they didn't see that coming, did they?" Fox joked.
"Ha! Good one! Give me a wing-slap, bro!" We tapped wings and laughed, drinking more of our wine. "But yes, clearly Battlewinner and I need to have a little chat. See if we can work out a deal, or find a more… reasonable dragon to lead things. I'll have to talk to our prisoners to see if they have any useful information."
"What if they don't want to talk?" Fox asked.
"I… can be very persuasive when I need to." I answered cryptically. "I learned from the best."
"How?" He pressed.
My mind went back to a dungeon in the Sandwing Palace. Me, a younger, recently appointed Court Scientist, carefully taking notes in the corner. Burn, towering over an accused rapist, murderer and egg-smasher, working her magic with a knife to earn a confession. The screams of pain and fear only stopped when she covered their mouth to allow me a better look at the musculature and organs. The memory, once seen as educational and enlightening, now sent a chill down my spine. "Don't worry about that, Fox," I said after a moment, "I wouldn't want to trouble you and ruin the festivities."
Flying Fox nodded, and we continued to watch. In the middle of the Arboreum, I could see that Batty and Maggy had taken to the dance floor, as a circle was forming around them. Their scales changed color with their movements, flashing between pink and yellow with flecks of blue and lavender. The way their bodies rubbed against one another, their tails swayed and wings displayed like birds of paradise was alluring and provocative, certainly more captivating than any courtly Sandwing dance. The dual performances were entrancing, drawing in the attention of many Rainwings and Sandwings watched in awe. I was just as intrigued and interested as everyone else, until I felt someone staring at me. I turned, and saw Flying Fox looking at me with a mischievous smirk.
"...What?" I squinted suspiciously.
"You should go dance with them, Your Majesty."
I laughed, a bit forcefully. "No no no," I insisted, "I'm actually a terrible dancer. The last thing anyone wants to see is me moving like a clumsy weasel."
"Oh c'mon, you'll love it! We'd love it! Better yet, they'd love it." Fox nodded not-so-subtly to Batty and Majestic, raising a conspiratorial eyebrow. I looked back. They were both pink as they moved, but in the late evening light I couldn't tell if it was a light pink or rose, or magenta. Fruit Bat wasn't quite as in-sync, her movements slightly shaky and nervous, often looking up to her larger partner. Maggy, clearly more experienced, took the lead in the dance, doing the fanciest moves and gently nudging Batty this way and that. All the while, their gazes bounced back and forth between each other, and me.
"You don't know what that dance means, do you?" He asked. I shook my head. Honestly, if I didn't know them, I would've assumed they were performing some kind of couple's dance with each other.
"That," Fox explained, "Is a Courting Dance. It's a display, a lure. They're not saying, 'Oh, we're so into each other', they're saying, 'Hey you, come and join us'."
"Wait, what?" I asked. "How do you know?"
The Rainwing turned orange with annoyance as he stared at me. "Dude, you don't think I've had drakes and dragonesses doing that for me? You don't think I haven't performed that with my bro or bae trying to get some tail? Trust me when I say I have some experience on the matter. Look at how they keep looking in our direction. Look at how they position themselves, saving their most vibrant colors and displays for us. Look at how every other dragon here is giving them space, and no one's moving to join them. If it wasn't meant for you, there'd be other dragons making their own displays, trying to woo one or both of them. Trust me, dude, if they were being any more obvious, they'd be raising their tails right here and now. So go out there and dance with them already!"
"Fox, come on," I complained, "I'm not doing it. It's really embarrassing. I have four left feet, and no rhythm-"
Unfortunately, this was one of those times when my subjects decided not to listen, as Fox started nudging other Rainwings. "C'mon, guys! Xe-Ro! Xe-Ro! Xe-Ro!" He started up a chant, one which the clueless partiers quickly picked up.
"I command you to stop!" I ordered, though not loud enough to overcome the chant.
"Xe-Ro! Xe-Ro! Xe-Ro!" They cried out dumbly. Grandeur and Splendor stopped talking about something to turn and look, and even Fruit Bat and Majestic stopped and glanced over at the commotion. I shot daggers at Fox, partly furious that he turned the crowd on me, and partly for not knowing how to back out. The worst part was that he looked so happy, as if he'd done me a huge favor by doing this. You stupid sand-snorting son-of-a-
"You want me to go out there?!" I shouted at Fox and the crowd. "You want to see me make a fool of myself?!" Either the crowd didn't hear or understand me, as they kept chanting. Sighing, I glared at Fox, downed what was left in my cup in one gulp, and shoved the cup back at him. With a cheering crowd and nervousness I hadn't felt since first arriving in the jungle, approached my Bodyguard and favorite Queen.
"Um, hi, ladies," I greeted them, trying and failing to hide the nervousness in my voice, "Mind if I join you? For a dance, I mean."
Maggy gave her smaller partner a confident, almost smug look, as if to say, See? I told you it'd work. "It would be an honor, my King."
"Just so you know," I warned them, "I'm not much of a dancer."
"That's okay," Maggy said, "Batty's a beginner herself. We'll have the musicians play something nice and slow for us. Just follow my lead, My King." She signaled the band with an extended wing, and the band changed songs, playing something with a low, gentle tempo.
We moved together in a waltz, spinning around each other like stars in the sky. I did my best to follow their movements and understand the dance, which (fortunately) didn't include flying above the canopy and doing any fancy maneuvers. The dance was simple enough: two dragons circled and rubbed each other's sides like cats greeting one another, while the third would orbit around us; after so many spins, the third would display their wings, and when one of the pair returned the gesture, they'd switch positions. Every now and then the third would linger, and one of the two would be sandwiched as they spun together a few times. On and on it went, Fruit Bat and Me, Majestic and Me, Batty and Maggy. The other partiers continued to dance and frolic around us, but gave us plenty of space to move and talk privately.
"So, Xero," Batty said, leaning in to talk over the music, "Maggy and I have been talking for awhile. About you, about us, about... stuff."
"Oh?" I tried not to lean in too much, watching my steps as we moved. The alcohol was starting to kick in, but it was just a mild buzz - the kind that loosens you up, but before it starts messing with the mind and body.
"Yeah." Her scales had changed from her normal pink to an embarrassed neon pink, as she had a sheepish smile. "We know that we both like you, and that you like both of us. Before you start worrying, neither of us is jealous or anything - it's not like you're interested in Dazzling or Magnificent. In fact, Maggy suggested an... interesting solution to our, um, situation." Batty flashed her wings, as Majestic moved in and nuzzled my neck.
"My King," The larger Rainwing asked, her voice a silky, seductive whisper in my ear, "Remember when you told me I could make any request of you, if its within your power?" I nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. Her lips brushed against the tip of my ear, and chills ran down my spine as she whispered, "I wish to spend the night with the King and Queen, the Rainwing Way."
I stopped dancing. You ever have something that you've secretly always wanted, but the moment it gets presented to you, you freeze? You start thinking of reasons for backing out, for not getting it. Later on, you wonder why you felt like wimping out and flying away from your deepest desire, and you realize that even then, you were reaching a crossroads. You had reached a major milestone in your life, and once you pass it, there's no going back. Such a moment can be very scary in a way, and subconsciously you try to back out because we all fear change, even positive change.
That was me, when Maggy essentially offered to take my virginity in a threesome, on the dance floor surrounded by my subjects. An offer so unbelievably good I almost couldn't believe it was true. Fox liked to tease that even from a distance he could tell when she asked, because he could see the smoke coming out of my ears as I tried to compute. I might've even done something stupid and said no, had Batty not spoken up.
"I'm up for it if you are." I turned and blinked at her, still trying to process everything. Turning an embarrassed pink, she explained, "We're all entitled to a little reward, after all we've accomplished. And, well, I really, really like you, and I like and trust her, so, you know, why not?"
"So what do you say, My King?" Maggy asked, her frill now a definite magenta. "Are you... up for it?"
I - smooth Casanova I am - could only think to say, "... What, like right now?"
"Unless you plan on taking us in front of an audience," She giggled, nodding to the onlookers trying not to watch and eavesdrop too obviously, "I was thinking your place. Somewhere private where we can continue our little dance."
"Uhhh... s-s-sure." I stammered. "Yeah, totally. I mean, if that's what you both want to do, definitely."
"Great, let's go." Her wings stretched out and guided us off the dance floor. The crowd parted for us, hooting and cheering and congratulating us. I spotted Flying Fox and Grandeur up by my throne. Grandeur rolled her eyes, but her lavender scales had a tint of happy yellow for us. Fox had turned a proud gold, giving me the double thumbs-up. I glared at him, still a little mad over his little stunt. He just smiled and winked, cheeky bastard.
It was a short flight back to the Treehouse Palace, surrounded by scaffolding and new construction. What was once a slightly fancier treehouse was being remade into the true center of government and the home of a Royal. We still had no trouble getting in, and making our way to my bedroom, with its hanging mattress and writing desk in controlled chaos that I wished I cleaned up before. Maggy's been in here plenty of times (having watched over me as I slept and even cuddling up at night), but this was the first time Batty had been up here since she was Queen, and I wished it didn't look so much like a nutty professor lived here. Batty looked just as nervous as I felt, pink and green scales twinkling in the light as she looked around, trying not to linger too long on me and Majestic.
"Well, here we are," I said, as I lit some candles and brushed some papers and tools under a desk, "My bedroom. Now, how do we want to start this?"
"Let's start with this." Maggy stepped up, and kissed me deeply and passionately. I was caught off-guard for but a moment, before returning the favor with equal gusto. Like Batty, her tongue was very flexible and tasted vaguely fruity, but she clearly had more experience than us, as her tongue twisted around mine and explored my mouth with the touch of an expert. She broke off the kiss, a line of saliva connecting us, looking just as aroused as I felt. She glanced over at little Fruit Bat, and stifled a giggled at her slightly annoyed expression.
"What? You got him first!" She pointed out, bringing her over with her wing, "And you made out with him where everyone could see, while I was busy saving the day. This is my reward, too."
"I know," Batty admitted, "But-" Her protest was cut off by Rainwing lips. My eyes went wide, seeing my girlfriends melt into each other's kiss. I'd seen females make out before - there were lesbians in the Palace and Scorpion's Den, and Scald's golddiggers would sometimes put on a show for the boys at his request. But now, watching the two dragonesses I wanted more than anything in the world, I didn't know what was hotter: That they were putting on a show for me, or that my girlfriends were as into each other as I was into them?
"Oh, look Batty," Maggy teased, as they broke the kiss to breathe, "Let's not get carried away. This is Xero's special night, after all. We should do this together." She hopped onto the bed, padding the sides by way of invitation. We both hopped on, and I was thankful that I had them reinforce the bed with iron chains instead of vines. There wasn't a whole lot of space for three dragons (technically two and a half by Sandwing sizes), but that just meant we had to cuddle and rub up against one another to stay on.
Together, the Rainwings rolled me on my back. Before I had a chance to say otherwise, they both leaned down and kissed me. Their tongues came together like our dance, surrounding and enveloping mine, exploring every nook and cranny of my maw. The sensations, the sheer lustfulness of the moment was almost too much to bear. We embraced each other, rubbing and grinding against one another as our tongues wrestled. After a blissful eternity, we broke our kiss, thin trails of saliva linking us together.
"Damn," I sighed, "You two are great kissers."
"One of the many skills we Rainwings have," Maggy said, winking, "Though in fairness, I've had quite a bit of experience. But now, let us begin our lesson. Batty, come." The two Rainwings crawled back, the bed rocking as they moved to my lower body. I blushed, seeing that the tip of my drakehood was starting to peak out of my genital slit.
"Looks like someone's eager to begin." Our bodyguard observed, spreading my legs apart, "Batty, I'm sure you know what to do next. Just make sure you watch your teeth: nothing kills the move quite like a bruised or bloodied drakehood." The larger Rainwing leaned in, sniffed me once, and kissed my tip. The sensation was electric, the first time anyone had ever touched me there. My dick twitched, continuing to grow and emerge. Majestic smiled, continuing to lavish my little dragon with kisses. Fruit Bat watched on, her eyes growing wide as I reached my full size.
"Leaping lizards," Batty whispered, "I didn't know they could get this big!"
"Finally," Maggy sighed, "A male big enough for me. Tastes amazing, too. C'mon, Batty, taste him with me."
The smaller Rainwing leaned in, giving my member a cautious lick. Her expression relaxed, as she said, "Huh, that's not so bad."
"Right?" Majestic chuckled. Together, they started servicing me, licking my royal rod like a popsicle. I didn't bother holding back my moaning, the feeling of twin tongues being the greatest I've ever felt. The sight of my Rainwings at my crotch, looking at me with lust-filled eyes as they worshipped my cock, is one that will remain with me until my dying day.
One curious little factoid about Rainwings: Their tongues are just as prehensile as their tails. Maggy demonstrated this by wrapping her's around the base of my penis, holding it steady as she offered me to Batty. The little Rainwing inhaled, wrapped her tongue around my length, and slid her head down. She went down until her nose poke against my belly, squinting her eyes shut as she tried to take as much of me as she could. She pulled back and coughed, overwhelmed by my size, and I would've laughed if my mind was fogged over with pleasure.
"Oh, Batty, honey," Maggy chuckled, licking her lips, "Don't hurt yourself trying to please him. Spirits know it takes practice to give good head without gagging. Watch my technique." The larger Rainwing leaned back, arched her neck, and slid my cock into her mouth. Watching the bulge appear and slide back and forth in her throat was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, the happy little hum vibrating against my meat and setting me on edge.
"Ohhhh ffffuck, Maggy," I moaned, "That's amazing - So fucking amazing, holy shit! - But uh, I don't know how long I'm going to last like this!"
She spat my dick out, and laughed. "You've lasted longer than most males their first time." She complimented, getting off the bed, "Must be that Sandwing stamina. But now I think it's time we move to the next level. Come, let me be your first."
"Wait," Batty interjected, starbursts of blue and orange covering her back, "But, but I wanted us to lose virginities together!"
"Oh, honey, I know," Maggy explained, "And in a perfect world, you two would, and the love you'd make would be amazing. But this is your first times, and he's bigger than an average Rainwing. Dragonesses are very sensitive at first, and drakes tend to be a bit, um, wild. I, however, am more his size, and I have enough experience that I can handle a large virgin like Xero. Don't worry, I'll help take the edges off of both of you, and teach you both how to make love, alright?" Batty looked a little disappointed, but relented, and nodded her approval to us.
Taking my cue, I rolled off the bed as Maggy rested her forelegs. She smiled and winked at me, raising her tail high to give me a full view of her rear. Her slit was moist and glistening, perfectly framed within her lavender-scaled underbelly. She swayed her backside seductively, her tail gently wagging. The tip of her tail glistened in the candlelight, and I knew she'd been touching herself while she worked me.
"Go ahead," She urged, "You can do whatever you want to me, my king. You can touch me, kiss me, mount me, anything."
Don't have to tell me twice. I thought, stepping closer. The air had become thick with an unmistakable musk, pheromones clouding my mind and drawing me to her plump lips. Carefully, I reached out, two talons lightly stroking across her slit. Maggy shuddered, but held still. I pulled back, her fluids sticking to my claws. Out of scientific (and sexual) curiosity, I sniffed it, then licked it. I expected something salty or bitter, totally unappealing. Instead, I found her to be almost sweet, like honey made from pineapple and infused with her scent and taste.
"Wow." I murmured, "That's pretty good."
"One of the perks of a fruit-based diet," Maggy explained, "Females taste like our favorite snack. It makes satisfying your Ladies almost as good for you as it does for them. Works the same for males, too, in case you're wondering."
I want to say that, as a gentledrake, I proceeded to get a better taste and pleasure my lovers. But the thought of eating out a dragoness's pussy was still a new one to me, and the thing between my legs was demanding to be used as intended. I wanted - nay, needed - to slip inside her. I climbed up onto her, giving her thicc, muscular thighs a little squeeze as I got into position and aligned myself with her.
"Xero," Maggy asked, her voice taking an edge of anticipation, "Before you begin, I do have a request."
I stopped myself, mere scales away from her slit. "Y-yeah?"
"When you're about to finish, can you bite my neck? Not hard, please. Just a little nibble." Her frill turned a bright magenta. "I can promise you, it feels really, really good."
"Oh... Um, sure, I can do that." It seemed like an odd request, but if that's what my mate wanted, I'd be happy to oblige. I moved forward, pressing my tip against her pussy. I slipped, sliding up against her tail. I tried again. It slid down, between her legs. It's hard to guide your dick in as a quadruped, especially when I'm using my forelegs to hold onto my mate.
"Here," Maggy chuckled, "Let me help." I felt her tail slide up my leg, the tip rubbing my length and pulling me forward. As soon as I felt purchase, I pressed. Finally, those heavenly doors opened for me, and I was in. I had known pleasure before - taking matters into my own paws over many lonely nights, feeling the touch of lips and tongue not five minutes before - but the feeling of warm, moist muscles gliding and squeezing across my drakehood was easily the greatest feeling I'd ever felt in my life. I couldn't hold back the moan escaping my throat, as I squeezed her hips and pushed in, until I felt the base of my crotch touch hers.
"Oh, Spirits Above!" Maggy gasped, lines of yellow and pink running along her spine, "You have no idea how badly I needed this!" I glanced over at Batty - one paw covered her muzzle, even as she watched us intently. Her tail had curled up between her legs, wiggling gently as a snake. Was she touching herself?
My hips started moving on their own. I pulled myself back, thrusted back in. Pull back, thrust. Pull back, thrust. I tried to match the motion of Batty's tail, but the pleasurable tightness surrounding my drakehood was too much. What rhythm I had was sloppy, basic, feral. Maggy was right: as I grabbed her flanks, grunting with exertion as my crotch slapped against her's, all I could think about was satisfying myself on that lovely purple ass.
"Mmmpph, yeah," Majestic moaned, her tail curling around mine, "That's it, Xero! Go harder! Harder, please!"
But I'm not -hah!- I'm not going to last!" I warned, already feeling that familiar pressure in my loins starting to build.
"Not a problem!" She cried, her claws digging into the floor and the bed. "Juuu-uust go as HA-aard as you can, and -Yes!- just remember to bite me! Hold nothing back!"
She didn't have to tell me twice. I leaned forward, wrapping my paws around her belly. Putting more weight on my lover, I adjusted the angle of my thrusts, and started plowing into her as hard and fast as I could. I leaned against her back, grunting and growling my building arousal. At some point, I felt myself approaching the point of no return. Giving in completely to the feeling inside me, I closed my eyes, and bit down on the nape of her neck. Majestic made a sound somewhere between a scream, a moan and a birdcall, announcing her orgasm to the world. Her pussy clenched around my length, soaking my crotch and milking me for everything I had.
I didn't so much fall over the edge of orgasm so much as soar over it. Ecstasy and pleasure filled me like fire, as hot, sticky semen shot out of my dick like a crossbow bolt. I made a sound between a growl and a moan, squeezing my eyes shut as I held her tight. Our muscles shuddered and shook, waves of warmth and bliss rocking our bodies. I had never felt so good, so amazing, so satisfied in my entire life.
We remained connected for a minute, even as I released my bite on her neck. We were panting together, her scales fading from purple to a satisfied, happy yellow. I slid off and out, landing on my rear. I'd left a bit of a mess behind, some of my essence dripping out as her legs continued to shake.
"Spirits above, Xero!" Maggy panted, "That was pretty good for your first time. Got my legs shaking and everything!"
"Heh, thanks." I sighed, feeling woozy and buzzed from the alcohol and sex. "You were... incredible."
"Don't fall asleep on us yet, My King," Maggy teased, booping my nose, "We're not done with the night. Please, grab yourself some water and cocoa, and recover your strength. In the meantime, Batty, don't think I've forgotten about you."
As I went to my desk to clean up and rehydrate (always important!), my bodyguard climbed onto my bed, climbing atop my would-be Queen. She leaned down, gently caressing Batty's frill, and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. They cooed and moaned, their tongues wrestling for dominance. Batty held Maggy's neck, trying to pull her down to have a full-on makeout session. Majestic had other ideas. She broke off the kiss, licking and nipping at her frill and neck. As we watched, she scooted back down, lavishing her chest and tummy with sweet-nothings. We both stared as she descended, kissing her inner thighs and the bottom of her tail.
"You may want to take notes, my King." Maggy advised. "A good stud should know how to pleasure their lady, and I won't be here to 'warm up' my Queen every time." Smirking seductively, she leaned down and kissed the sensitive little nub at the top of her pussy. Batty gasped, any hint of protest catching in her throat. Even her normally greenish scales were turning yellow with flecks of lavender.
"Don't worry," Maggy assured her, laying down and holding onto the smaller Rainwing's thighs, "You'll get your turn with Xero. But as I had to take his edge off, I have to loosen you up. Our egg-makers are more relaxed after an orgasm, and a penis that would've been too big and painful to take will fit like a glove. Plus, we get to show the boys that we like being serviced, too."
With that, she licked Batty's pussy, lapping at it like it was the most delicious drink in the world. Fruit Bat moaned, high and shuttering, her legs wrapping around Majestic's neck. That only seemed to encourage her, if Maggy's smirk was anything to go by, and as her tail came up and began to play with her sensitive nub. Batty shivered, covering her muzzle in aroused embarrassment. I stepped closer, looking over and getting a good view of the action. My bodyguard looked up, giving me a playful wink as she kissed my Queen's clit, and snaked her tongue into her snatch. The smaller Rainwing howled, bucking her hips against Maggy's face, waves of yellow and magenta spreading from her crotch all across her body.
"Oh Maggy," She panted, "This is-, I never- I, I think I'm gonna-"
"Go for it, honey," Majestic said, strings of saliva and liquid arousal connecting her mouth to my mate's slit, even as her tail continued to rub Batty's clit, "Your body knows what it wants. Xero, pay attention here. I'm going to hit something called a 'G-Spot' - think of it like a drake's prostate. If I rub it just enough, at juust the right time..." Her tongue went back in, angled a little lower pulling back and forth rapidly. Her tail rubbed the little nub faster and faster, matching the movements of her tongue. Under this dual assault to her genitals, Batty didn't last long, and she arched her back as she howled her climax for the whole jungle to hear. Her legs spasmed and shook, her claws digging into the mattress. Maggy's muzzle and lips enveloped Batty's pussy, her tongue still working as she greedily slurped up her arousal. The little Rainwing bucked against the bigger one's face, riding the wave of pleasure like a mighty updraft.
They held this position for ten, fifteen seconds I think? It must've felt like forever - it certainly looked like it. When they finished, Batty collapsed back into the bed, a tired smile gracing her muzzle. Maggy rolled off the bed, licking her lips smugly.
"She's ready for you, Xero," She announced, waving her wings over the bed as an offering, "Come and take your prize. I'd offer to warm you up again, but it looks like you're ready to go." Indeed, as I climbed onto the bed, I was keenly aware that my member, while still tingly from its last time, was hard and ready to go once again. As the bed gently swayed on its chains, I moved over Fruit Bat, stopping when we were nose-to-nose. We stared into each other's eyes (her's gold, mine brown), reading each other's expressions, enjoying this newfound level of intimacy. We've been this close before - so many afternoons spent cuddling in sun-time, sleeping in each other's arms - but this was something new, something greater.
"...Hey." I whispered, still a little nervous.
"Hey." She replied, still catching her breath.
"Do you still want this?" I asked.
She smiled. "More than anything in the world."
"Okay. I'm going in."
"Okay."
This time, I reached down and got myself into position. Her arms caressed my neck and shoulders, as I pressed my spear against her slit. I stared into her golden eyes, watching her carefully as I pressed harder, feeling my tip slipping in. While I'd just shoved myself in with Maggy, I focused on being slow and precise, giving her time to get used to me. She grunted, biting her lip as dots of white mixed with more yellow and pink. I knew the feeling: Maggy wasn't loose by any means, but even after her orgasm her pussy was a vice, squeezing me as I carefully pushed myself deeper and deeper. When I felt our groins touch, I shuddered. Thank the Spirits, I wasn't too big for her.
"Remember to start slowly," Maggy advised, laying down next to us, "Xero, focus on her reactions, her instructions. Maggy, be sure to communicate. Tell him if you want it harder or softer, faster or slower. And both of you, be sure to focus on making each other feel good, alright?"
We both nodded in agreement. She wrapped her forelegs around my neck, as I wrapped mine around her back. We looked into each other's eyes, awaiting the other's permission to continue. Batty gave me the slightest affirmative nod. With the same balance of strength, focus and care I took with all my experiments and inventions, I started thrusting in and out of her tight snatch. The squeeze of her canal on my drakehood was even greater than my previous session, and it took every ounce of my self-control to not go hog-wild and pound her in a frenzy. The world seemed to go quiet around us, as everything shrank down to me and her, my ears filled with her pants and coos.
At some point, some unspoken thing passed between us. Was it the look in her eyes, the slightest nod of her head, the tiniest hitch in her voice? I don't know what it was specifically, but instinctively I knew that she gave me permission to go harder, to breed her. I kissed her deeply and passionately, our tongues wrestling together, and I went for it. I thrusted into her, harder, faster, giving her everything I had. Batty moaned in time as I breathed in her scent, the SLAP!-SLAP!-SLAP! of our groins a lustful drumbeats.
"Oh! Oh! Xero!" She cried, filling my vision with pink, "I-Mmf!- I'm getting close! I'm getting close! I'm getting close, Xero!"
"Me too!" I gasped, feeling that pressure building up again, even bigger than before, "Holy shit, ah, I'm not gonna last!"
"Do it," She begged, her limbs tightening around my back, "Fill me! Make me yours!"
"You're mine," I growled, "And I'm yours!"
She screamed, announcing her climax for everyone to hear. Her inner muscles strangled my length, and would've held me in place were she not soaking me at the same time. Her claws dug into my back hard enough I started to bleed. But best of all, her tail wrapped around mine like a tree branch, and through quivering muscles, her legs wrapped around my waist and squeezed me like a lemon. Of all the things she could do, nothing made me feel so wanted or dominant as that right there.
As intense as my first orgasm was, the second hit me like a dragonflame cactus. I hadn't realized how pent up I must've been - even after cumming maybe twenty minutes ago, my second load felt as big, if not bigger, each twitch of my dick filling her womb with my essence. As pleasure ran through my veins once more, I lifted my head to the heavens and roared my triumph, my dominance and relief.
I might've shot out a jet of fire, too - things get kinda fuzzy there.
We rode our collective climaxes together for what felt like an eternity - her legs squeezing me tight, my thrusts slowing as I savored the moment. Finally, Batty relaxed, releasing me from her grasp. I pulled out, my dick slick with our fluids, leaving a mess that oozed out of her stretched slit onto her tail and the bed. It twitched, one last squirt of seed landing on her belly. I laid down beside her, panting and exhausted, but satisfied. We looked into each other's eyes, and I saw those same feelings etched on her face.
"Hey." I whispered.
"Hey." She sighed.
"That was amazing, wasn't it?"
"My legs still feel tingly." She giggled. I chuckled. Behind us, the bed creaked as Maggy climbed on, sliding up against my back.
"Well done, my dears," She cooed, wrapping her arms around my chest, placing her wing over us like a blanket. "That was spectacular lovemaking. That was very good of you to wait until she was ready to go all out, Xero. And Batty, you took that Sandwing cock like a champ. I'm so proud of both of you!"
"Thank you, Maggy." I said, wrapping my arms around both of them, "And thank you for helping us take that first step. We wouldn't be here without you."
"It was my pleasure, My King. Now, let's rest. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow."
I couldn't agree more. Pulling the Rainwings close, we kissed each other goodnight, and let slumber finally take us...
That morning, waking up in my chambers to gentle sunlight, under a blanket of purple and pink wings, I think I finally realized what it meant to feel like a King. Holding my ladies close, I savored the moment. In that place and time, there were no worries, no invasions or wars, no political gambits or magical relics. Right then and there, with the two loves of my life and the start of a new day, things couldn't be more perfect...