Warning: this story contains dragon sex, gay sex, threesome, rimming, dirty talk & impregnation. Also, all characters are adults in this story.
LOVE'S WARMER THAN A FIREPLACE
Winter was at its peak. The snowstorm poured on the streets of Sanctuary and the polar temperature would shiver the toughest IceWings. However, Moon had never been so scorching in her life.
Her body boiled as if she had plunged into a lava bath. Her limbs spasmed uncontrollably. Her consciousness raced at the mere idea of torrid thoughts, which happened constantly. The most revealing element concerned her wet intimacy emitting waves of tingles at the slightest touch. When she noticed these effects that morning, she grimaced with discomfort, her cheeks burning. Why was she in heat at Christmas?
Under no circumstances she could afford to masturbate or ask her partners Winter and Qibli to help her. Aside from the fact they could finally spend some time together in their newly purchased home after many busy moons, she felt selfish for monopolizing the attention on her. No! She must avoid ruining their day because of an unexpected arousal surge.
Silent, she hid her irrepressible desires. After the unfortunate discovery, she headed toward the kitchen, and met Qibli who was cooking. Even if he always got up early because of his job, he didn't prepare the meals, leaving this task to the more experienced other male. Whistling a thematic melody, he joyfully brewed a dish. Unlike his many failures – she will never forget the too salty Feteer Melshaltet he had done for her birthday – this meal smelled good, which helped her ignore her unpleasantness for a while.
Once everyone woke up – which implied the desert dragon jumping on the bed to disturb a grumpy IceWing's sleep – they apprehensively ate a Fūl Mudammas. He proudly explained that the SandWings loved this breakfast, far surpassing that of the other kingdoms. Moon and Winter's eyes widened in shock at the first bite: this exotic dish turned out to be delicious. They couldn't help but greedily eat it all. Their delightful purrs and their absolute focus on this unique food made the cook's neck straighten with pride. To tease him, the ex-prince replied that the meals of his kingdom tasted better than this. A culinary competition between the two males arose, but the female, as usual, stopped this fight to continue their day.
Then, they headed toward the living room where their presents waited for them under the "Christmas tree". In a pot with a festive motif, a palm tree, two claws short for touching the ceiling, sat in the corner of the modest place. In a mix of culture as unusual as their pairing, glass snowflake ornaments, garlic cloves and shiny rocks hung from its branches. Boxes of varying sizes surrounded its base.
They opened each one of them with the excitement of a dragonet; gorgeous earrings for the sand-colored male; new brushes and high quality paints for Winter; the long-awaited sequel to the NightWing's favorite book series. Everyone exclaimed with joy at these gifts, but nothing filled their heart as much as their partner. Near their lovers, their tail intertwined and the tip of their wings caressed each other tenderly. Qibli's head rested on Winter's shoulder while his paw held Moon's. The ex-prince purred, a shy smile on his muzzle, and placed his talon on that of his two partners, his body touching the female.
These physical contacts amplified the NightWing's pulse. Each heartbeat resonated in her brain, in her limbs, and even in her vagina, now hot with arousal. It leaked some transparent secretions onto the floor, ready for the action. Her thoughts could no longer focus on the present: she imagined all kinds of torrid scenarios in which her body rocked to their pelvic motion. Deep down, she hoped to finally conceive an offspring, to raise a family with those she loved. At that moment, she had so much difficulty containing her lust.
Too focused on her problem, she hadn't even heard the complicit whispers of the two males next to her.
Luckily, they went outside to stretch their muscles. They started with a snowball fight. The couple ran and laughed around their stone and wood house. Despite the impressive agility of the SandWing, Winter, accustomed to this environment, easily beat them with his natural camouflage and extraordinary vision. After this competitive activity, they built snow dragons together. While singing Christmas music, they rolled white spheres before decorating them with improvised objects. Wooden sticks, bones from their yesterday meal, vegetables, everything was used. Once their work of art completed, they admired with pride the frozen reproduction of their silhouette lovingly intertwining their tail. Instinctively, they imitated them, talon in talon.
The sun, exhausted, prepared to set when the couple entered their home to warm themselves by the fireplace. With a comforting drink in their claws, they stared at the flame's intimidating choreography, mesmerized by its splendor. Despite the wool blanket on the female, she felt Qibli's wing rest on her shoulders and the white dragon's cold exhales on her neck. These touches caused waves of exciting shivers through her dark body. Her breathing hitched and the heat in her abdomen increased, moistening her needy slit. Her thoughts, too muddled by the arousal, encouraged her to masturbate immediately. She bit her lower lip, fighting against herself to hide these perverse urges.
"It's so hot!" Winter complained.
This time, Moon shared his opinion. She could bathe in an icy lake so much she felt like she had magma inside her.
"Come on, my snowflake!" the SandWing exclaimed jokingly. "Stop damping the mood with your cold attitude and enjoy this relaxing moment."
"It would be more relaxing if you didn't talk, sand snorter," he replied with a shy teasing smile, his head a little closer to his.
"Speak for yourself, you started it first."
Faced with this response, the ice dragon opened his muzzle, then immediately closed it with an annoyed expression. His cheeks blue with shame, he huffed in irritation. He conceded with a grunt,
"You're not wrong, but we'd really be better without your absurd puns."
"Sorry, I can't help it, especially if they let me hear your beautiful voice."
Astonishment stiffened the IceWing's muscles, blushing hard. His frustrated facade crumbled to show embarrassment. His gaze directed to the side, he inaudibly grumbled his discomfort. Qibli like Moon laughed in unison, which further flustered him. However, to reassure him, a beige talon gently grabbed his chin and guided Winter's head to face him. Only a few claws away from kissing, their eye contact exchanged as much complicity as sincere passion. Slowly, a shy smile formed on the white muzzle, and the other dragon imitated him with a seductive expression. For a moment filled with tenderness, the two males admired each other under the gentle gaze of the female.
"You know you're cute when you smile?" Qibli purred.
This comment made Winter chuckle in shyness, but just as he was about to respond, the desert dragon's lips landed on his. Without resisting, he welcomed them with open arms. Their eyes closed to savor this instant, their sensual growling added to the subtle wet sounds of their kiss. One of their paws circled the other male's neck in a delicate, desire-filled embrace. The tip of their wings brushed against each other, but their tail, on the contrary, curled warmly. This scene thrilled Moon's heart. She always enjoyed watching her two partners sharing their love like this.
But she gasped in surprise when she noted several exciting details. As they kissed, their shaft spasmodically came out of their hiding place. Gradually, a rounded tip emerged from the SandWing's sheath before exposing itself in all its splendor. His dark brown penis seemed wider than it was long, and it sported skin beads beneath it and around the glans's base. His knots swelled with excitement. On Winter's side, his deep blue dragonhood escaped from his slit, throbbing vigorously. Despite its size exceeding that of the other male, its conical shape facilitated its insertion into any type of hole.
Moon's cheeks burned at this shameless exhibition. Her pulse raced at the mere idea of sucking them and putting them inside her. When she looked away from these beauties to contain her arousal, she gulped at the sight of their more sensual kiss. Their outstretched tongue rubbed together in a torrid dance, slowly entwining in a passionate saliva exchange. Their embrace tightened with the intensity of the moment, their claws greedily caressing their partner's scales. The female didn't need to read their mind to feel all the lust they shared, especially with the shy moans that accompanied their noisy erratic breathing. She already had a lot of difficulty calming her heat, and this sight only accentuated her irrepressible desire to satisfy it.
When Qibli got closer to the IceWing to spice up this kiss, his shoulder accidentally pushed Moon. Suddenly, this involuntary movement set off a chain reaction within her. Her thighs brushed against her sensitive vagina, and an explosion of titillating tingles hit her all at once. The orgasmic shock invaded every part of her being, even her brain. This brief moment of pleasure forced her to spit out a voluptuous squeal. Embarrassed, her cheeks flustered. She hoped no one had heard it, but sand-colored male's raised ears proved otherwise. He slowly broke the long, passionate kiss with Winter, saliva ropes attached to their hungry tongue. Despite his half-open snout showed a lot of pleasure, a perplexed look fell on the female.
"Is everything okay, my star?"
Moon's jaw tightened. A part of her worried that she had ruined this tender moment between the two males. However, she could no longer contain her arousal: like a wild beast, it ferociously fought inside her to satisfy its impulsive urges, cluttering every corner of her mind to the point of dizziness. Despite the shame of admitting something so indecent, she explained in a low voice,
"I... I think I'm in heat, and I... need your help."
"Wait! If it wasn't the case yesterday, does that mean you have been in heat since this morning?" the sand-colored dragon deduced, shocked.
She nodded sheepishly.
"I felt selfish asking you to relieve me while we were celebrating Christmas. It's so rare to be the three of us together these days, and I didn't want to waste it because of my problem."
Seeing her anguish, Qibli displayed a kind smile, a gentle look on her. His muzzle approached hers to nuzzle her passionately. His wings enveloped her in a benevolent embrace. The dragoness' consciousness relaxed, but her needy body and her imagination containing a thousand lustful ideas got more agitated by this physical contact. Despite the female's apparent arousal, the SandWing stayed calm, even if his spasmodic cock showed impatience.
"Don't say that," he comforted. "I assure you that whatever you need, you never bother us. We will always be happy to help our favorite NightWing, believe me."
He purred at those words. With as much tenderness as desire, his claws caressed those of Moon. She nodded in understanding, although she instantly forgot what he said due to her distractible focus. Her heart in her throat, her limbs trembled from all this suppressed lust. Only a hot liquid came out of her slit, a sign that she couldn't hold back any longer.
The desert male's muzzle disfigured in surprise as he sniffed. When he understood what was happening, he showed a perverse smile before continuing,
"And based on your body odor, it seems urgent. Kick back on the couch, my star. I will take care of you."
The female, mute by her unbridled heat, purred in acceptance. In an instant, she carried out his order. Lying on her back, she exposed her wet vagina to the hungry males. The layer of secretion on her private part gleamed under the fire's orange light. Her dark labia like her clitoris were swollen. The most attentive ones noted that they throbbed to the rhythm of her steady pulse. A simple breeze on her slit covered her black body with titillating, unpleasant spasms. A faint squeak begged her two lovers to relieve her as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, the SandWing came to the rescue. With a captivating hip swing, he walked toward his partner. His testicles and his solid shaft swayed to the rhythm of his slow, sensual steps. He licked his lips in anticipation, his lust-filled golden gaze fixed on his goal. At that point, he was no longer the friendly dragon she knew. He had become a wild beast looking for his reward. Moon shivered. How she loved seeing this seductive side of him!
He in turn climbed to the end of the couch. Lying on his side, he raised a hind leg to proudly show her his dick vigorously throbbing. His muzzle close to the wet intimacy, he took a moment to admire the magnificent dragoness in front of him. The firelight reflected in his perverse gaze, giving off an aura as charming as it was menacing. However, his talon passionately stroked the female's wagging tail and a loving smile spread across his scarred muzzle. The NightWing's heart skipped a beat at this lush beauty.
To confirm the start of this intimate moment, she purred voluptuously, and the male immediately set to work. His head lowered to her vagina's level, his forked tongue was unleashed on this feminine wonder. The touch of its rough texture against her swollen labia pulled an uncontrolled squeak from her clenched jaw. Her breathing hitched from the exciting electric shock through her being. Qibli chuckled at this cute reaction, his flirtatious gaze directed toward his partner. This did not, however, prevent him from continuing this passionate cleaning.
The sensitivity in Moon's slit allowed her to feel the licks with a titillating intensity. Every movement, every hesitation, every warm exhalation, every saliva path: nothing escaped her despite her closed eyes. Her half-open muzzle deformed in ecstasy as his tongue passed along her excited labia. Her pulse accelerated when it moistened her pink flesh with its sticky drool. Her talons firmly grasped the sofa at the moment the black organ tasted her clitoris in a repetitive circular movement. She smiled as she listened to the SandWing's satisfied moans.
"Delicious… as always," he commented with a voluptuous groan.
The female blushed at this compliment. Her heart in her throat, she could only emit a timid purr, but quickly, the continuation of this cleaning knocked her out. Drowned in the titillating tingles, she tried with difficulty to fill her lungs with air. The licks, as precise as they were aggressive, touched every area of this delight. Eagerly, the forked organ collected the salty secretions before leaving its hot saliva behind. Then, to tease her, he caressed around her vulva who begged him to come inside it. Instead, he only licked its entrance. At first irritating, this feint further increased her excitement. Her libidinous imagination filled this need by playing scenarios where her desire came true, amplifying the stimuli in her slit into unbearable tickles until the long-awaited climax.
Yet he stopped without any warning, and she squealed in frustration. When she half-opened her eyes, she noticed Qibli's attention focused on an IceWing with deep blue cheeks. Despite his shocked expression, he was enjoying the view in front of him as his solid dragonhood throbbed vigorously. His limbs trembled, barely containing his excitement. To avoid falling into the temptation, he tried to avert his gaze from the scene. Faced with his embarrassment, the desert male displayed benevolence and invited him with a claw gesture,
"My snowflake, don't be shy. Come join us: with the impressive heat emanating from her, I'm sure your cute muzzle will relieve her."
The ex-prince gasped in surprise. At the time, he hesitated, but quickly, he walked toward his partners. Despite the blush and the shy demeanor, his gaze directed at the female seemed imperturbable. However, she detected an ounce of sensuality and tenderness in it. Her heart pounded in her rib cage. Her body like her breathing shook at the idea of spending an intimate moment with him. She really needed him, and her wish came true when he was close to them. At this distance, his minty scent tickled her nostrils. Though, her heat detected a subtle smell that titillated her: his virile, bewitching musk. She salivated, imagining making herself drunk with this odor while he rocked them to the rhythm of his hips.
At that moment, the SandWing got off the sofa. His gaze focused on the other male's conical shaft, he growled seductively. Winter tensed in timidness, blushing a lot, but he still kept his neutral expression. This reaction made the sand-colored dragon chuckle and once near him, he whispered,
"I'll let you satisfy our star. I'm going to get myself a drink, and I'll join you afterward."
"Good idea," Winter purred with a smirk.
The two males exchanged a brief kiss, then Qibli left to the kitchen. Now alone, the two lovebirds looked at each other in silence. The fire crackling, their trembling breathing and their shyness filled the room lulled by the glow of the fireplace. For a moment, Moon saw his white body waddled in discomfort, as if he didn't know where to start. Even after years of relationship, he couldn't shake off the puritanism of his former kingdom. After all, the IceWings discouraged the practice of this activity considered obscene in their society.
She spread her hind legs in a captivating invitation, exposing to him her vagina already moistened by the other male's saliva. Her tail patted the available space on the couch. He nodded before following this silent request. He went up there to lie down where Qibli had been a few moments earlier. The female gasped as his cold talons rested on her abdomen. The contrast in temperature calmed the blazing heat in this area, becoming more tolerable. She sighed in relief as her body shivered. Her slit and her thoughts, on the contrary, warmed more at the idea of sharing a torrid time with him.
During all this preparation, one detail quickened her heartbeat: his piercing gaze. Mesmerized by its splendor, she bathed in his eyes as blue as the ocean. This sea seemed calming. Its size, despite its promise of freedom, inspired apprehension of the unknown, and the depths hid as much coldness as mysteries that few dragons had managed to discover. However, this vision titillated the NightWing, imagining the wrath of a sexually frustrated male.
But instead, he froze. Blushing, he smiled shyly before observing in a gentle tone,
"It… it's been a while, huh?"
Her throat tightened by lust, she nodded.
"Yes, too long for my taste. I was... looking forward to our next time."
"Me too, dear! You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment. In this case, let's start slowly."
Thus, his white muzzle rested on Moon's needy intimacy, nuzzling her swollen labia with deep love. The temperature change between her hind legs sent shivers through the ecstatic female. Despite the delicacy of the act, the unbridled amplitude of the tingling shook her chaotic breathing and disfigured her muzzle. She wanted to moan, but her tight throat prevented her from emitting the slightest sound. Only her claws digging into the couch's fabric allowed her to release this unbearable, exciting pressure.
This method was quickly obsolete when the ice male kissed her slit. His smooth, robust lips slowly rubbed against her intimacy. His impassive gaze fixed on this feminine beauty, each of his gestures reflected infinite tenderness. This reminded the NightWing the way he made out with her before leaving for work, during their painting session together, after their lovemaking. Her heart raced at these unfortunately distant memories. By reflex, she placed two claws on her muzzle, imagining sharing her love with the IceWing while he gave this same treatment to her intimacy.
During this moment filled with romance, the wet sounds of the pecks harmonized with the two dragons' jerky breathing. The fireplace warmed as much the atmosphere as their scales. Winter's kisses became more passionate as time passed. His snout pressed hungrily against the throbbing vagina and his tongue added itself to these torrid caresses. His brief licks hit every weak spot with precision, rubbing through her pink flesh to her sensitive clitoris. The ex-prince never played with his food, and she loved his frankness, perhaps a little too much.
Her thoughts muddled by this erotic embrace, the walls of her embarrassment crumbled to release voluptuous moans. Each lick sent her into a world where her wildest desires came true. Her body was covered in spasms, invaded by these incredible stimulus. One of her talons caressed her lover's lukewarm cheek, encouraging him to keep going. Faced with this manifestation of pleasure, the male smiled and his sensuality-filled gaze rested on the magnificent panting female. He stopped his cleaning for a moment and whispered tenderly,
"Do you like that?"
Too immersed in her heat to give a coherent response, she purred seductively. Her dark green eyes fixed on her partner, she nonetheless managed to formulate a few words.
"A lot! But... I want... more…" she begged in a jerky exhale.
This response made the white male chuckle, a tender smile on his muzzle. Without further delay, he refocused on his task and accepted her request,
"At your command, dear."
A trembling gasp echoed in the living room when a lukewarm organ seeped into her slit. For a moment, she felt like an ice spear pieced her, but her body heat attenuated the unpleasant tickling. The friction of the rough tongue on her narrow walls created tingles that tensed her muzzle up in ecstasy. Her muscles contracted at the sudden insertion, causing her vulva to tighten around the insatiable intruder. At least, the NightWing only needed a moment to adjust to its surprising width and drown in this liberating pleasure.
In this torrent of wet noises and wild squeals, the erotic make out continued to the couple's pleasure. With appetite, the white male savored every inch of the saliva-covered intimacy. His lips intensely caressed those of the vagina. His strong, jerky exhalations cooled the abdomen like the icy wind of the tundras. His rough tongue infiltrated the warm cavern in a repetitive up and down motion. All of this pleased the ex-prince a lot, since he lowered one of his talons to slowly stroke his throbbing cock.
Moon adored this sensual affection too. She emitted titillating squeals within each trust in her tight hole. The friction on her fleshy walls created waves of ecstatic tickling. Her heart thumped in her rib cage, the sound of its pulse echoing to her brain and her vagina. Her claws mechanically caressed her partner's flustered cheek. Despite her lack of concentration, she noticed his subtle purrs.
Both were so focused on this passionate exchange that they didn't hear Qibli arriving.
"Well! My two lovebirds seem to have a lot of fun," he noted with a sensual growl. "Let me join the party and spice up this moment with my natural charm."
Even though they continued their activity, Winter and Moon's attention shifted to the newcomer. Licking his lips voluptuously, he walked in their direction. His perverse gaze analyzed each of their gestures, and his brown cock showed his satisfaction. However, being a dragon of action, he didn't just stand there and do nothing. To include himself in this shared pleasure, he climbed on the sofa. Contrary to what they thought, he still stood on his four legs, his body opposing that of the female.
Moon's heart skipped a beat. She had never felt her muzzle burn as much as at the sight of the male's firm, but rounded behind above her. His dark brown anus contracted and relaxed to the rhythm of his breathing. His heavy balls hung before her eager eyes. His large, spasmodic dick, resting along his belly, whipped the air vigorously. She also noticed some transparent filaments leaking from it before falling onto her chest. She inhaled a subtle musky scent that titillated her each time. An excited growl came from her hungry muzzle: she wanted to devour this virile buffet now.
"Enjoy your meal!" he exclaimed in response, his tone full of innuendo.
Slowly, he lowered his bottom until he sat on his beloved's head. Moments earlier in the comfort of her home, she found herself in a place comparable to the Rainforest Kingdom jungle. The intense heat in this place burned her cheeks previously boiling by her arousal. Her brain, confused by all these stimuli, ignited at this feverish temperature. The moisture in the buttocks crack soaked into her scales. Already out of breath from the ecstatic licks in her intimacy, the musky air in this enclosed space numbed her thoughts and her lungs. Only her growing arousal and the strong smell kept her conscious.
This altered state made the experience even more phenomenal. As if she floated in the middle of the darkness, she let herself be guided only by her senses. Compressed between Qibli's rounded buttocks, her muzzle touched the tight anus. At this distance, her nostrils inhaled that SandWing's typical fragrance: a mixture of musk and spices, like saffron and ginger, with a hint of salty sweat. Her talons eagerly massaged his firm rear which sank slightly under her claws. This wild affection on this part of the body made the desert dragon growl in a melody as erotic as it was amused.
"Perfect… Good girl!" he lustfully encouraged her.
These words developed a deep sense of pride in the female. Her treatment on the SandWing's tasty bottom intensified under the trembling breathing of her partner. Then, the rough and cold tongue in her vulva returned in force to tickle her sensitive intimacy. It had not increased its pace, but the pleasure she experienced on her head further amplified this stimulation between her hind legs.
By reflex, she took inspiration from Winter to contribute to this carnal moment. With her half-open muzzle, her tongue rested on the arid orifice. She heard a surprised gasp above her, but a titillating grunt invited her to continue this improvised cleaning. She did so without missing a beat. In frantic, but tender motions, her forked organ caressed the salty-tasting rim. Each rub on this sensitive area made the desert dragon sighted in excitement. Moreover, she felt his unbridled pulse from his tailhole, which confirmed she was doing a good job.
Curiosity seized her as his anus dilated. Her tongue, impatient, proceeded to insert itself inside. If the warmth between his buttocks could be compared to a humid jungle, this cave would be a desert at the zenith. The temperature contrast between the polar cold in her slit and the heat waves on her snout plunged her into an indescribable ecstasy where she lost all her bearings. Only her insatiable thirst to savor the rectum guided her in this sensory mess.
Her body, unfortunately, had another plan for Moon. The tingles inside her spread through every inch of her muscles until saturation. Her short, moaning exhales, muffled by the sand-colored dragon's ass, became pronounced. Trapped all day in her abstinence, she suddenly broke free in a relieving climax. Her body convulsing, she clung to the sofa, her claws sinking unconsciously into its fabric. Her vagina squirted a torrent of secretions onto a surprised IceWing's tongue. He nevertheless drank this salty nectar greedily, licking her vulva's sensitive walls in the process. This uncomfortable stimulation made her muzzle tense, but nothing satisfied her as much as this ecstatic release.
Out of breath, she opened her snout to noisily inhale the spicy air from his behind. Her brain could no longer distinguish anything except this damp blackness. Despite this soothing ejaculation, her heat clung to her consciousness like how she gripped Qibli's beautiful rear. Her heart throbbed forcefully through her trembling body. Although his butt isolated her ears, she could hear Winter's swallowing accompanying the wet sounds of their masturbation. However, the seductive voice of the SandWing interrupted this erotic music by asking,
"Do you like this drink, my snowflake?"
At the tongue gesture inside her, Moon felt that he nodded, even if he continued to savor her orifice filled with her salty secretions. The desert male sneered at this silent response, and a growl surprised both the female and the ex-prince.
"In that case, how about you use your slutty snout to suck me off… don't make that face. You can't resist my charm: with me, you know your place, bitch."
Despite the violence of his words, the NightWing heard Winter's masturbation accelerate, and a submissive squeak came from his muzzle. Slowly, he withdrew his lukewarm tongue from the vagina. She sighed in relief at the empty feeling inside her. Though, she shivered when the cold body of the ice dragon lay on top of hers, his front legs on her chest. Then, sucking sounds from above her ensued as a satisfied Qibli purred,
"Yeah, that's the spirit! I knew a whore like you wouldn't refuse my offer. Good boy."
An aroused exclamation, blocked by the large cock in his maw, echoed in the room as the fellatio continued with ardor. Moon didn't understand the pleasure they got from these insults, but seeing them sharing this erotic moment satisfied her. In fact, she had always cherished the complicity between the two males. The female knew since their first meeting that they were destined to be together, and their friendly teasing as much as their steamy sessions in bed repeatedly proved it. She loved their dynamic so much that during the many times she caught them in the middle of their lovemaking, she would hide and masturbate, her eyes glued to the erotic scene in front of her.
Gradually returning to reality, the NightWing noticed what was happening. Her muzzle used as a seat for the desert dragon, she found herself underneath a voluptuous exchange between the two males. Her ever-present heat invited her to come back to this enchanting trance, which she did without any hesitation. Her snout against the humid buttocks crack, her tongue landed for the second time on the needy tailhole. She hungrily licked its smooth, delicious rim under her partner's satisfied purrs. The salty taste of his sweat and the powerful musky smell invaded her senses again.
However, something else interested her more. She penetrated her forked organ into the dilated orifice. Surprised, his rectum tightened around her tongue and shivers ran through his entire sand-colored body. He didn't back her off, shaking his rump in approval. The female stretched a smile: she would finally be able to enjoy this buffet.
Without further ado, she licked in a slow back-and-forth motion this wet and delicious cave. Her rough tongue rubbed against the smooth fleshy walls, each time making the dominant male grunting torridly. The sounds of her tasting mixed with her heartbeat and the three dragons' loud ragged breathing. At the same time, she imagined Winter obediently sucking the virile cock under Qibli's perverse gaze while he masturbated frantically.
"Oh! Perfect… Y-You two are… so good with your slutty snout…" the SandWing admitted between shaky exhales.
Surprisingly, these words tickled a shameful part of Moon. This harshness lowered her ego to the point of feeling bad about herself, but the encouragement soothed her wounded mind. In a way, this feeling of accomplishment gave her a joyful gratification that became more arousing. She slowly began to understand why both her partners liked these insults in bed.
With a contenting purr, the two dominated continued to satisfy the desert male for minutes, maybe for hours even. Focused on the present, they felt every part of their body warmed by the physical effort and the still blazing fireplace. The scent of the smoke matched that of the SandWing's musk in their nostrils. Each stroke caused both trembling breaths and exhilarated moans.
Carried away by this carnal moment, they accelerated the pace of their motions. Winter and Moon's snout grew hot from the repetitive friction. The wet sounds of their work echoed with greater intensity. During this erotic cleaning, the female found Qibli's weak point. When she stroked a specific area in his rectum, he instinctively moaned with pleasure. A grin appeared on the NightWing's muzzle. He who wanted to play tough, he was going to taste their revenge. Her agile tongue insistently massaged his ticklish prostate. Winter, on his side, understood her plan, since the speed of his fellatio increased. The desert male tried in vain to maintain his dominant demeanor, but he gave in to this exponential stimulus buildup. His limbs shook as if he were electrocuted by the lightning of lust. His rapid heartbeat pulsated all the way to his anus. His groaning breaths became frantic and loud, a sign that he dangerously approached cloud nine.
"W-Wait! Stop… Stop!" he managed to express in panic.
Shocked, the other two dragons listened to his order. The female's snout withdrew from the saliva-covered rump, now wide open to finally fill her lungs with fresh air. Winter let go of the spasmodic virility, his astonished gaze fixed on a panting Qibli. With half-closed eyes and burning cheeks, his expression showed excessive ecstasy. Since he was free from this titillating torture, his heavy breathing gradually calmed down and his muscles relaxed. Faced with the questioning of his two partners, he chuckled in embarrassment before justifying himself,
"It's… better! It would have been a waste to end our couple activity so early. We have one last gift for Moon after all. Isn't that right, my snowflake?"
"Hmm… Oh yeah! You're right!" the IceWing realized with his serious tone. "But think twice the next time you want to tease me. You know that revenge is a dish best served cold."
"That's a good pun, Winter! Not bad at all!"
They sneered in front of a perplexed female. The lack of concentration from her heat complicated her understanding of the situation, which worried her more than anything. Together, the two males had a tendency to come up with aberrant ideas and do pranks on her like hyperactive dragonets. No! They were worse than them!
"A gift for me? I thought we had already given them away," she asked apprehensively.
"You're not wrong, but we have one last surprise for you," the SandWing conceded as he got off the couch.
"And… what is it?"
Her nervous eyes darted between her two playful partners. The ice dragon shifted position to sit at the end of the sofa. The other male joined by his side and interlaced his claws with his. They exchanged a loving look as their tails intertwined. Although their spasmodic cock indicated unbridled arousal, their passionate expression hid no perversity or malice. On the contrary, their smile harbored a deep tenderness that raced the NightWing's pulse.
"Actually, we know how much you want to have an offspring for years," the ice male began shyly. "We were hesitant about this idea at first, especially because of our previous financial situation and our odd work schedules. But look where we are now: we have a beautiful house, a stable job, and a love still strong despite the ups and downs."
"So, Winter and I have been talking about this for some moons, and we're now ready to take this next step together. This evening, we want to give this gift to you, to us. What do you think?" Qibli continued.
Faced with this news, Moon froze in astonishment. She blinked several times and bit her lip: she wasn't dreaming. Additionally, nothing in their statement indicated any bad joke. Only sincerity and passion could be heard in their voice. Her heart quickened with overflowing joy and her uncontrollable excitement shook her body. A broad smile appeared on her blushing snout. She tried to express herself, but no words could describe her euphoria for realizing her biggest dream.
"I… Wow! I can't believe it. Are… are you guys sure about it?"
The two dragons affirmed with a nod, their gaze filled with kindness and love.
"T-Thank you so much! It means a lot to me that you want to start a family. But how do we proceed then?"
"Come lie down on me, dear, and let us take care of the rest," Winter replied.
With these words, he kicked back on the sofa, and he invited her with a sensual claw gesture. The NightWing's heart skipped a beat at the titillating sight. Completely exposed, his deep blue cock throbbed vigorously, but his subtle smile and his tender purrs promised her a sweet and passionate moment. His attitude immediately convinced the shy dragoness to walk toward him. At this proximity, the cold from his scales brushed against hers, which made her shiver. This refreshment at least appeased her urges, helping the female to focus on the present time. Then, she lied down on the IceWing's athletic body. Her breath hitched for a moment and her muscles contracted at the sudden temperature change. She felt like she had plunged into an icy river in the middle of winter. This thermal shock nonetheless attenuated thanks to the comforting fireplace.
Slowly, the white male's forelegs surrounded her chest. His crotch adjusted to align with her wet vagina. This perspective surprised her: from here, it seemed so long! She couldn't help but envy Winter for looking on such a beast every day. Her curiosity even wondered how it felt to have a penis like his.
A seductive growl pulled her from her thoughts, a warm caress on her stomach caught her attention. One of the talons that held her moved down to her abdomen. Her pulse raced as he lovingly stroked that burning area. Without realizing it, Moon purred in the ex-prince's ears and shivers spread through her body. The joy and the arousal caused by this embrace gradually occupied every corner of her brain. This cocoon of happiness soothed her from all her fears as if his presence protected her from all dangers. This relaxation loosened her muscles, dilating her vulva in the process.
This seemed to be the sign Winter needed, as his pelvis slowly got closer to the saliva-covered slit. The female gasped in surprise when his narrow tip touched the entrance of her intimacy. She couldn't help but gulp at the impressive length of his virility. It wasn't the first time she had been penetrated by her partner, far from it, but the current context made everything... more intimidating. Fortunately, the ex-prince noticed her anxiety. He nuzzled her cheek as he whispered to her,
"Don't worry, dear. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's too much or if you want to stop, okay?"
"O-Okay!" she agreed, not without concern in her voice.
"I know this sounds terrifying, but trust me, you are going to be exceptional, and a perfect mother to our dragonets."
These sincere words filled her heart with joy. She inhaled deeply to calm her worried mind, and she nodded, ready to begin this decisive moment. Carefully, the male inserted his solid dragonhood. Moon winced in pain. She felt her vulva forcibly expanding like a rope stretching beyond its capacity. Her teeth gritted and her breath hitched at the twinge. Faced with her discomfort, Winter immediately stopped his progress. His head rested on the crook of her vulnerable neck. His trembling exhalations cooled her scales, his tender kisses relaxed her. Additionally, his claws continued to gently caress her stomach, which notably relieved the pain.
Slowly, but surely, his penis entered intermittently to the pleasure of the two lovers. Their shy, sensual grunts harmonized into a torrid song. Despite the uncomfortable stretch inside her, her partner's passionate displays of affection improved this experience. At each moment, her heat enjoyed the filling sensation in her orifice. The progressive circumference of the cock as well as the lubricant composed of saliva and her secretions facilitated this gradual penetration. She smiled when she noted that she had managed to contain half of the blue shaft inside her.
But this short moment of pride didn't last long. She missed a heartbeat when the IceWing called in a trembling voice,
"Everything is fine. You can join us now, Qibli."
Her eyes widened in concern. She swallowed at the thought of a scenario... particularly unpleasant for her. Her fear became reality as soon as the SandWing walked toward them, his cock ready for action. He in turn climbed on the couch, right in front of his two partners. She could see it in his golden eyes: his wild instinct had taken over him, and nothing would stop his urge to penetrate her.
"W-Wait! You're not going to... both at the same time?" she feared, her muzzle burning with embarrassment at the idea.
"We were wondering how we will impregnate you," the desert male explained thoughtfully. "Who will do it? Him or I? Either way, it would have been unfair to any of us. As they say, special situations require special solutions, and we decided to do it at the same time. I know it will be complicated, but trust us: we have a plan."
"If you say so, my scorpion," she accepted. "Let's try it."
"That's what I like to hear! My snowflake, please make some room for me."
"I was going to do it anyway," he snorted.
He repositioned his pelvis to slightly pull out his shaft of her. The space created by this partial withdrawal was enough for the desert male who brought his large cock closer to the expanded vagina. Even though she trusted her partners, the female shivered with anguish. She already winced in pain when she received their dick separately, so she didn't imagine the suffering she would experience containing both at the same time. Her worry seemed to show through as the desert dragon reassured her,
"Remember, if it's too uncomfortable, tell us. The most important thing is that you enjoy it as much as we do."
She nodded in understanding, slightly appeased. Thus, the SandWing's body rested on hers, and the waves of arid warmth invaded her dark scales. Compressed by two walls of muscles, she was stuck between two completely different worlds. The desert in front of her increased her already high temperature, while the polar tundra behind her tensed her limbs. However, the combination of these two extremes lulled her into a lukewarm cocoon that soothed her more than the fireplace.
Suddenly, her muzzle deformed in discomfort as the other, larger virility gradually inserted itself into her. As she imagined, the unusual stretching of her private parts electrocuted her with sharp pain. She felt the rounded tip forcing its way inside and expanding her sensitive fleshy walls. A hurtful squeal echoed through the room, and both males' body stiffened in panic. They immediately came to her rescue with caresses and sweet words. Qibli's muzzle rubbed lovingly against Moon's while he growled sincere compliments to her. His warm talons stroked her chest to relieve her. Winter's claws, on their side, kept massaging her abdomen covered in unpleasant spasms. His trembling exhales cooled her scales as his tender kisses tickled her vulnerable neck. To help her, he guided her by whispering in her ear, "Breathe in. Breathe out." She clung to these reassuring words in this confusion as lustful as it was intolerable, gradually forgetting the discomfort she was experiencing.
She didn't know how long she had spent in this passionate hell, but at a certain point, the progress in her slit stopped and the two males emitted a lustful sigh. For the first time, she could catch her breath and her muscles relaxed. Each spasm in their throbbing shaft massaged her stretched walls. The precum streams lubricated her hole to the NightWing's relief. Despite the complicated process to get there, she loved it.
"We did it!" the SandWing noted with excitement. "I knew you will make it, my star."
"You are the best, dear," the other male added sensually. "Enjoy this reward: you deserve it."
Receiving compliments from her partners filled her heart with pride. She purred with satisfaction under their tender gaze. The two dragons then began to swing their pelvis. At the time, the unpleasant tingling manifested again, but the moment both cocks caressed her weak spots, they converted into titillating tickles. An aroused moan came from her half-opened muzzle. Strange at first, she quickly took a liking to the weird friction inside her. Each dragonhood penetrated her at a different pace. Slow and calculated on Winter's side, Qibli's kept a sustained and impatient rhythm. Her vulva stretched in exciting tingles as they trusted, but the habit made this experience more enjoyable. The feeling of being filled by two behemoths stimulated a lot of arousal in her consciousness clouded by her heat. She even wondered if she could be satisfied with just one dick from now on.
And the excitement didn't only concern what was happening inside her. Her body shivered in ecstasy with each cold kiss on her exposed neck. Her consciousness let itself be carried away by the trembling sighs and the scorching growls in her ears. The IceWing's talons held her in place in a passionate embrace as his claws stroked her boiling scales. Qibli's scarred muzzle pressed against hers in a long, intense kiss. Their hungry tongue rubbed against each other under the storm of hot exhales and sticky saliva. Overwhelmed by all this affection, the female's thoughts became numb to the point she lost any notion of time and space.
But some strong emotions persisted in all this chaos. Her deep love for the most important dragons in her life and the joy of sharing an intimate moment with them filled her heart.
Their body rocked on the couch for what seemed like hours. So close to each other, the heat accumulated on their scales from this repetitive friction. The NightWing was squeezed by her partners, but she didn't complain. On the contrary, her forelegs surrounded Qibli's neck to strengthen their grip. Their energetic moans and heavy breathing echoed through the silent room. The wet sounds of the kiss and the penetration joined this erotic song. The physical exertion warmed them so much that they didn't notice the now extinguished fireplace.
On Moon's side, the experience brought her back into her ecstatic trance. Her tongue reflexively continued to take the SandWing's torrid caresses, swallowing the mixture of their saliva obediently. Her consciousness, empty by her lust, let itself be lulled by the sensual grunts of the two males and the tender touches on her body. Each thrust inside her sent arousing tingles through her overstimulated brain. Seized by titillating convulsions, her vulva contracted around the two shafts in her. "So tight… so perfect…" she heard Winter whisper, which she shivered with indescribable excitement.
The more time went on, the more she had the impression of perceiving all the sensations in her vagina. The skin breads crown at the base of Qibli's glans caressed her ticklish walls. Winter's dick strategically stroked every weak point in her. She imagined the pleasure her two partners must feel when their cock rubbed against each other in such a small space. Eager for more, they dug into her to reach sensitive areas of her intimacy. The tingles became more intense, more exciting, and they built up in her abdomen to the point of no return.
Suddenly, she flew to cloud nine with a squeal muffled by Qibli's muzzle. Under the satisfied purrs of her partners, she covered both dragonhoods with her transparent secretions. Her mind like her energy melted by this relieving squirt. In a semi-conscious state, she let the males use her numb body, and they took advantage of it in their own way. The pace of their trusts accelerated in a final sprint toward the finish line. Their grunts of effort became louder as their limbs shook from all the arousing stimulation. In her vagina, she felt their pulse increasing through their barbaric dick as they came closer to climax.
And with one last pelvic motion, they filled the female with their warm cum. The desert dragon broke the kiss to moan with his lover. The echo of their enjoyment spread throughout the silent house to the street. Their muscles contracted from this long-awaited release. Weakened, they collapsed on the sofa, which caused Moon to let out a surprised gasp as Qibli lied on top of her. Nonetheless, she smiled as she heard his contenting purrs between two jerky exhalations. She felt like she had a warm blanket over her, but more charming and charismatic.
Then, a sudden realization hit her. It was done. There was no going back. From that moment on, she had within her the gift she had always wanted: that of life. Emotional, tears of joy flowed on her cheeks at the fact she would soon become a mother. Her imagination wandered over their future dragonets and their personalities as diverse as that of the couple. Her heart marveled at the idea that she had within her the offspring of the two best partners she could ever have.
"Thanks a lot, guys! I… I'm so happy to have you in my life. I love you so much!"
"I love you too," Winter purred. "Well, I like the sand snorter a little less though."
"What?! Why?" he exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. "I thought I was your favorite SandWing!"
"You are," he reassured him before fondly licking his muzzle. "No one can replace my annoying SandWing."
The three dragons laughed in unison, which helped Moon to calm her emotions. Despite the cold temperature of the living room because of the unlit fireplace, they remained lying on the couch, cuddling and kissing each other passionately. Nothing warmed them as much as their overflowing love for their partners, not even the fireplace.
"This is the best Christmas I've ever had," a happy dragoness whispered.
"Me too, my star," the two males replied with just as much tenderness.
Thank you so much for reading my story! :D See you in a new Wings of Desire!