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After a long day at work, Rigel was home and ready to relax with his pets by the TV with laptop in hand. The blue dragon worked at a grocery store in North Klyneth, one of the only sellers of fruits from The Nectar Squeeze, so his day was always pretty hectic. The Nectar Squeeze was an orchard and botanical garden that specialized in fruits and flowers that were infused with ademane - the primary ingredient needed for magic usage - which meant that most of their produce could be enchanted or were the best fit for potion makers who wanted to make their wares tasty without sacrificing potency.

His grocery store, known as The Picnic Basket, was one of only five stores in the region who had an agreement with The Nectar Squeeze, and thus had one of the biggest and best pharmacies in all the land. Only ademane-infused locales and potion shops could handle such business.

This was great for him, since it meant that he had job security unlike any other, but it was also quite taxing in that he was always busy and rarely got more than a few minutes at a time to himself while on the clock. He had breaks and a wonderful employer that allowed him a rather long lunch period but the other eight hours he worked had him stocking shelves, fronting questions, sorting materials, and hauling goods behind the scenes from the shipping docks to the other departments.

At least he didn't have to work the cash register, though. Dealing with grumpy customers on top of all the heavy lifting and manual labor would kill his spirits faster than he could replenish it.

Which was why it was always so lovely to return home to his pets Brazier and Frostburn, two laurossin dragons that he had gotten around the same time and had cultivated a bond together. Brazier was a black and red and orange quadruped dragon with markings that made her look like she was covered in lava and accentuated by a series of volcanic rock jutting out her back. Her partner Frostburn was mostly cream colored with dark blue paws, light blue markings, and similarly spiky protrusions on his back that must have been for self defense before he was domesticated.

Both of his pets had the uncanny ability to change gender over time but also had apparently preferred genders which justified Rigel's internal visualization of Frostburn as male and Brazier as female. Those were the sexes that the dragons spent the most time as, so it was the identity they cultivated for themselves. He was sure they had no control over their shifts, though. If they did, they'd likely both remain half and half, both genders at once. After all, he often saw Brazier mounting Frostburn when both were female or Frostburn was male and Brazier was female.

Yet, despite his long day at work and the nonchalant way in which he approached his home, he wasn't in the least bit surprised at what he saw when he opened his front door. There, in the middle of the main hallway between the mudroom and the kitchen were both of his dragon pets, Frostburn fully erect and bucking wildly into Brazier while Brazier hissed with her head down. The male dragon had fully penetrated the female, with his cock buried knot deep in her slit without actually popping into her.

Once they saw Rigel come in the front door, Frostburn hopped off Brazier and leapt down the hall towards his master, his cock tugging on the female's inner passage to yank her to the side before the two parted and a series of gooey globs of dragon cum splashed across the floor in a zig-zag pattern.

The male barreled into a crouching Rigel, nearly knocking his master over while Brazier trotted up behind him, tail up and legs at an awkward angle to show just how aggressive Frostburn had been to her. Both of them excitedly growled and nipped and licked Rigel's face and hands as he stroked their bodies, each dragon fighting for attention while also lightly nipping at each other.

"Whoa there, you two. Be nice." Rigel chastised them as he got to his feet and brushed himself off, kicking his shoes to the side and hanging his jacket up in the closet. From his standing vantage point he could see the glistening globules of dragon seed in its pattern down the halls connected by thin strands and straight lines. He had to actively avoid them as he walked by and made his way to the kitchen, where he grabbed a dish towel and started cleaning up the mess.

All the while, both his dragon pets hopped and chased him, leaping up and nipping at his arms to keep his attention. Frostburn was a bit more active in his pestering of his owner, but that seemed mostly to be borne of the fact that he was on top and Brazier was still a bit sore due to the aggressive mounting she'd been given by him prior. It also appeared that Frostburn had energy to spare. Both dragons were pretty big, too - about the same size as the largest dog breeds and a bit longer due to the length of their tails. Didn't stop them from being overly hyper and excessively active.

"Calm down, Frost." He cautioned the male, gently placing his hand on the dragon's snout to discourage him from jumping any more. "You'll get your food when we're done here, okay?" He then got down onto his knee and started wiping up the cum splatters down the hallway only to be badgered and poked every step of the way by Frostburn demanding attention. Attention he rebuked every time, at least until he'd finished cleaning up the mess on the floor.

Once he had done his due diligence on the hardwood, he turned his attention to Brazier and lightly caressed under her tail with the towel in order to soak up as much of the mess leaking out of her as he could. When he was done, she rolled onto her side and used her tongue to clean out the rest.

All seemed well and good until Frostburn aggressively forced his snout up between the two of them, demanding more of Rigel's time and immediately flopping onto his back to expose not only his belly but his fully erect cock. His four eyes all narrowed and his limbs writhed in place as the tip of his tail swished and wagged behind him. Like always, each of his spines were emanating a bit of mist all over, partially clouding him as his member throbbed and his knot swelled to full girth.

It was very clear that Frostburn was excited to have some belly rubs.

"Alright, boy. I'll give you belly rubs but you gotta straighten up a bit before we cuddle up for the night. I'm very tired and-" He stopped himself before finishing his thought to go ahead with the belly rub. He knew it was a waste of time to explain the intricacies of a hard day's work to a creature that spend most of his afternoon mounting his female companion and laying in the sunlight. Instead of speaking words lost on a feral dragon, he slipped his hand under the beast's member and gave a bit of a rub while deliberately avoiding making much contact with the cock.

Not content with having the attention wrested from her, Brazier stepped over Frostburn to interrupt the belly rub and nuzzled into Rigel's palm, stealing him back from her male companion. This made Frostburn kick his way out from under her in order to stand back up next to her, nipping at his hand and hopping up to lean against his hips and thighs. Between the two of them, they nearly knocked him over onto his rump only to have him press tight against the counter for balance. Once again, he had to tell them to cool down.

"Guys, guys, that's enough. I know it's strange that I was gone a whole shift without you and that feels like an eternity to be alone, but I'm here now so you butts can calm down a bit." He gave them each a cuddle, a cradle of their cheek, and a tickle down their spines before turning and going to the sink. There, he quickly cleaned his hands, tossed a few dishes in to be cleaned, and went about his daily routine after work while pretending to ignore the two dragons nipping at his heels.

Rigel was keen to get through the things he needed to take care of as swiftly as he could. His goal was to eat, sit down for a while, enjoy himself, and spend the rest of his night to give Frostburn and Brazier the attention they deserved. Attention he would love giving them if past experience was anything to go by. As a dragon himself, he was physically compatible with both of them and regularly took turns playing top or bottom with both of them depending on mood.

With that end goal in mind he tossed a casserole into the oven to heat it up, put some of the dishes that were air-drying in the rack away, swept the floor while doing his best to work around their paws, and eventually left the kitchen to turn the television on. All the while he was struggling to not trip over either of his pets, both of which were so eager to see him that they kept sideswiping his calves and nearly throwing him off balance. He was fortunate to have a tail of his own or he might have lost it.

Finally, after most of the chores were complete and he was able to sit in front of his TV - the same set that had his game console attached - he flopped down onto his couch with his feet up on an ottoman and tail curled up into the wedge between the butt and back rest of the furniture. He barely had enough time to splay out in that position before Frostburn hopped up next to him and flopped his chin on his lap. Seconds later, Brazier did the same but on the other side, sandwiching him in while idly nudging and nipping and licking his hands as he tried to use the game controller to navigate the menus.

"Hey, you two, would you cut it out? Give me a moment and I'll be right with you." He joked as he struggled to push them away. He didn't actually want them to stop but he did want to have just enough room to put something fun on in the background before he gave them the attention they deserved. To both he and his pets, it was a game to see who broke first.

Rigel may have been the master and the one in charge but he could never resist the charms of his pets for more than a few minutes at a time. After rushing to find a show he wanted to see, he quickly tossed the controller onto the coffee table in front of him and spread his legs a bit to get comfortable while giving each of them a gentle stroke to the head and neck.

He was still clothed, but that was fine because he didn't need to get nude to get either of his pets in the mood for some fun.

First came Brazier, who clawed at his sides in order to get as close to him as she could by pressing her chest to his side and her chin to his shoulder. In response to her aggressive affection, he giggled a bit and pecked her on the snout while his hand slid down her spine to the base of her tail.

Brazier's natural instincts took over as his fingertips neared her hindquarters. She tensed up her haunches and flexed the muscles in her lower back to lift her tail against his touch, both pressing into his gentle caress and exposing her genital slit at the same time. She was in the mood for affection, and it seemed that Frostburn hadn't quite finished the job with her when Rigel had come home.

"Someone's in a mood, are we?" Rigel whispered to her as he hugged her tight with his free arm and walked his fingertips over her hips to get ever closer to her sex. He didn't touch her - not yet - but he did get awfully close to the point she couldn't help but sway her haunches into him so that he'd get closer to her most sensitive region even if against his will. Sensing this, Rigel tugged at her lips from the side to part them and expose the bright pink and orange amidst the black of her scales, a vibrant colour that not only stood out against her charred-looking flesh but also was glistening with desire and anticipation so much so that some of her fluids trickled out onto his fingers.

It wasn't just her arousal, though. Out with the silken, clear fluid she produced came a pearly, cloudy concoction swirled into it. This was the leftovers from Frostburn's brief tryst with her, not cum but precum since he never did finish up with her.

This reality urged Rigel to cradle Brazier's hindquarters and tug her up closer to him, ensuring he could not only get a proper angle but would be able to shift her in place again if he needed to. Without much in the way of hesitation, he slipped one finger into her, sliding it up and down her slit to pleasure every inch of her from the inside, starting at the posterior wall and gliding towards her more sensitive anterior walls. There, her walls were a bit firmer, engorged almost like an erect cock beneath her barely-present clit and buried inside her.

He knew the best way to please her would be to press against this firmer patch of flesh inside her, so he twisted his arm in such a way that he got a proper angle before curling his digits downward, forcing his fingertips to grind and slide against the tightly wrinkled flesh inside her.

She arched her back, pushed down on him, and alternately clenched and relaxed to loosen up. It was almost like she was actively trying to pleasure him or coax seed from his fingertips. This was endearing and sexy to Rigel, but he wasn't yet prepared to spend his essence on her. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. Instead, he slipped a second finger into her and did his best to widen them to part her lips and spread her open, gaping her slightly and loosening her walls to the point that the slimy mess started oozing out of her without and resistance.

Though this was nice - and Rigel collected as much of her vaginal runoff as he could to moisten his hand - it didn't last long. Once his palm was soaked to the wrist and beyond, she clenched up and arched her back, squeezing so tight that her canal not only closed but also nearly forced his fingers out of her. He tried his best to force them back in and keep rubbing her pressure-sensitive spots inside but the more he curled his fingers the more she pushed down with a grunt, forcing him to struggle.

Before long he gave up and let his fingers burst from her depths in a sputtering spray of fluids that soaked the couch cushions beside him and even dribbled onto the floor. A mess that Frostburn happily leapt across Rigel to clean up with his tongue, eventually making his way up the side of the couch to start licking at Brazier's pussy even as Rigel gently caressed the lips and rubbed near the clit.

Not content to let his pet have all the fun, Rigel strong-armed Brazier so that her entire hind end was straddling his chest with her slit aimed right at his snout and her head was hovering over his groin. With one hand, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to reveal his emerging member while his other hand hoisted her tail up and adjusted her so that she was comfortable in that spot.

Instantly, a blast of humid arousal billowed up around him, clogging his nares and intoxicating him with her aura. The sweetness of her nectar was intense to the point he was starting to lose himself to the moment. Without another second's worth of hesitation he let go of his pants and wrapped both hands around her haunches, parting her lips and burying his muzzle under her tail. He nuzzled and licked and probed at her depths with the fervor of a hungry dog, tongue slipping into her with ease to collect as much of her arousal - and Frostburn's pre-seed - as it could.

The flavor and sweet sticky smell of it all combined to quickly bring his member to full girth, its length now exposed from his depths and resting heavily on his lower belly. Though his focus was on the black and orange flesh before him, he couldn't help but clench his loins, cock twitching in the process and spitting out a single strand of his own precum to leave a darkened spot on his shirt.

Frostburn may have been content to wait - at least in theory and only at first - but it wasn't long at all before he practically dove onto Rigels thighs to start licking his master's cock. Brazier soon followed, with both pet dragons licking at the base and tip of Rigel's member, lipping and nuzzling in between every action while also coaxing a bit more out of him every time.

Much to his delight - but not surprise - Rigel found himself gently whimpering to himself as he matched their level of excitement by forcing her lips wide and getting even more intense by licking deeper and slipping the tip of his muzzle into her. What did surprise him, however, was how easily her flesh dilated and slid over his snout. Her lips stretched with ease and cradled his chin, squeezing only enough to clamp his maw shut while another wave of her silken arousal filled in the cracks and forced itself past his teeth to flood his jowls.

Rigel may not have been able to breathe, as he was literally muzzle deep in dragon cunt, but he could hold his breath for a long time due to the fact that he - like both his pets - was a dragon. Rather than pull out of her or force his maw open, he just started bobbing his head to imitate a gentle thrusting motion. While he may not have known what he expected - having anticipated anything from vigorous approval to violent resistance - he was still shocked at her response.

Brazier didn't pull away or stand still, but instead arched her back, flagged her tail, dug her claws into his chest and thighs, and started pushing back with all her might while grinding and gyrating against the length of his muzzle inside her. Not only was she getting into it but her flesh enveloped enough of him that he was actually worried she might not let up once she was done; the perineal edge of her slit crested the base of his muzzle, her form pushing so far back that it was blinding him with the darkness of her flesh and illuminated by the rhythmic pulsations of the magma-like orange patches.

He could have pulled out and focused on burying his cock in her - she would have loved that - but as a good pet owner and master he cared far more about her pleasure than his own. What made her happy came first, that way if she had an orgasm it would bond the two of them more than if she just accepted what he had to offer her as far as seed was concerned.

So rather than mounting her in place, he kept at her by pecking at her depths, gaining the sort of rigour one might expect from a rutting stallion until her depths quivered and gushed down his throat and neck, soaking him from chin to belly. In an effort to be persistent and further bring her the pleasure she deserved, he tried to keep pushing in and doing the same thing even as her walls convulsed and constricted him to the point of forcing him out of her with an audible squelch and splash.

At the same time, Frostburn hopped away from Rigel's groin to join his master, nuzzling up under Brazier's tail and sharing the spot with Rigel's tongue. This urged Rigel to be playful and nuzzle back, forcing the two of them to compete with one another for real estate between the female dragon's cheeks. Back and forth they traded off, licking intermittently and slapping at each other's tongues while they cleaned her up, each lap and nuzzle gaping her ever so slightly to suck in air and force it back out.

She was soaked from the very depths of her passage to her inner thighs; soaked with a mixture of saliva and her own natural concoctions of arousal and lubricant. So wet, in fact, that the more she shuddered and the more the two males took turns licking her and eating her out, the looser she became.

This fact was not lost on Rigel, who was starting to get all sorts of kinky ideas in his sex-fueled mind. Though he always harboured kinky ideas and loved few things more than stuffing her full of whatever he could, it wasn't until this point that he got the nerve and the self-confidence to go as far as he always wanted. Farther than cock, farther than tongue, and farther than dildos.

With her still straddling his chest and balancing on his belly, he gently eased her downward until she was almost entirely on his thighs and hips, her pussy a bit lower and connected to both his snout and Frostburn's by a series of slimy bridges. Bridges that Frostburn quickly lapped up and swallowed before eagerly awaiting more.

Rigel knew and understood based on Brazier's apparent eagerness and her actions to this point that he really didn't need anything more to do what he planned on, but that didn't stop him from opening up the center console of the couch to pull out a bottle of lubricant. This stuff was thin, viscous, slimy, and meant to emulate the natural arousal of a dragoness while being far more slick. It had that bitter sweetness that only a dragoness hen possessed while also being a little bit fruity.

He squirted a few dabs into the palm of his hand and fought Frostburn off him to ensure his drake pet didn't lick it up, struggling to smear it all over both talons up to and past the wrist. Once he was soaked, his scales darkened, he converged all of his fingers and thumb into one point and pressed them in between Brazier's pussy lips. She bucked back as she had on his muzzle, but she wasn't yet prepared to take him to the wrist.

Rather than just force himself into her, Rigel used his other hand - which was just as wet as the first one - and smeared the lubricant all over, probing into her, rubbing her rump hole, caressing her clit, and ensuring that there wasn't a single place from the deepest of her depths to the swollen lips of her vulva that was not slick with a combination of arousal, lubricant, and saliva.

Only then did he start pumping his hand forward and back, grinding his knuckles against her lips while gradually loosening her up. She loved it, so as she pushed back and arched her back, her walls relaxed and her lips dilated to slowly envelop more and more of his hand, gradually swallowing him past the knuckles and practically sucking him in with an audible squelch as her tightest part slid over the thickest part of his fist.

She threw her head back and whimpered at him as she felt his fist ball up inside her, its size and shape akin to that of a dragon's knot. She clenched and tugged, tail still up and muscles still struggling against his as she started thrusting and twitching her spine in much the same way a male would if mounting a female. Doing this made Rigel's balled up fist grind against her anterior wall, thrusting in and out of her with every motion while his knuckles danced on what he expected to be her g-spot.

And thus began their drawn out fisting session. He never once fully pulled his balled up fist out of her, instead opting to twist and grind and thrust against her every motion. Every now and then he'd pause to extend his fingers again to tickle the entrance to her oviduct and make her squirm a bit before returning to his clenched up fist and using it to pummel her depths. What started as a gentle grind and pump quickly escalated into something more carnal, more intense. Even with Frostburn nuzzling up under her tail, bucking at the air, and giving her cute little peck-kisses, Rigel didn't let up.

In fact, within less than ten minutes of intense fun Rigel had grown so vigorous that he was practically punching her cunt and womb, his every attack loosening her and tenderizing her flesh. As he grew more and more intense with her, he found his fist was nearly popping out of her and leaving her swollen and gaping with every pullout, her walls so tender and her muscles so weak she could barely keep herself clenched shut around his wrist. The result was a series of guttural squelches that came alongside his thrusts as air entered and left her, the combination of fluids sputtering onto his chest.

He had to use his one free hand to unbutton himself and completely disrobe, each step of the process proving to be increasingly challenging given the anchor that was his other fist buried deep within his pet dragoness. However, he was able to do it with the help of Frostburn tugging on his pants and underwear; the only garment he failed to remove was his shirt since that required having the sleeves slide past his hands and his fist was occupied.

It wasn't until he finally balled up his fist one last time and roughly tugged it from her depths in a guttural squelch followed by a bubbly sputter as her walls collapsed, forcing the last of the lube out.

With his fist soaked in a combination of dragon arousal and bottled lube - the former of which was so thick and viscous it bunched up like a silken gelatin - he held his hand up and deliberately let a bit of the mess drip onto his own cock. At least, he would have had Frostburn not dove in and licked the drop of it out of the air and immediately started lapping at Rigel's fist.

The poor beast didn't know how important it was that the lubricant stay on Rigel's digits.

Rather than waste what he'd accumulated, Rigel eased Brazier off his lap and rolled off the couch, assuming the position of a subby dragoness while also carefully peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Now completely nude with his tail up and legs parted, he presented himself to Frostburn. "Come on boy, no need to wait." He urged, reaching back with one hand to smear lube under his tail.

And Frostburn, bless his feral soul, didn't take this as the proper invitation to mount but an invitation to lick. Instead of hopping up on top of his master he buried his snout between Rigel's cheeks and started licking with that same aggressive hunger that he'd given Brazier earlier. His tongue slapped and dragged along the scales of his master's inner rump cheeks, each lick tickling the underside of Rigel's tail before starting the whole process over again by starting at the taint under his balls.

This attention quickly brought Rigel's member to full salute once more. While he was alert and prepared the entire time with his blood flowing to his loins constantly, his attention to Brazier's roomy cunt had distracted him enough to let him soften a bit, thus allowing him the pleasure of a second wind.

Naturally, he had to struggle to not touch himself, especially since his entire fist was still coated in lubricant and dragoness juices. However, no matter how much he tried to remain stoic and focused, he couldn't get away from Brazier's attention. The dragoness wasn't content to lick herself clean post fisting but instead nuzzled up into him while he was on all fours, nipping at his neck and shoulders before worming her way underneath him with her legs up in a playful position. She wanted him to continue his work on her loins, to have him fill her with anything he could.

Rigel was not only happy to oblige her desires but couldn't help himself the moment he tasted a whiff of her aroma once more. He immediately nuzzled in between her hind legs, the two of them in a sixty-nine position with her head under his groin and his head between her thighs.

In an effort to give her master a better angle, she put her hind claws on his shoulders and used her tail to prop her hindquarters up, loose pussy practically reaching out to swallow his face. At the same time, she clawed at his belly and extended her muzzle to lick at the end of his leaking cock, maw open to catch and precum that oozed out the tip thanks to the pleasure he was given by both pets.

At the same time, Frostburn paused his fervent licking to nip and nuzzle at the base of Rigel's tail, a move often reserved for a pre-mounting. This was intended to force Rigel to lift his tail up, to expose his rump - or pussy, depending on who was on bottom - to Frostburn. The moment Rigel did as he was instructed, his pet dragon reared up and landed heavily on his hindquarters, wrapping both his front paws around his master's waist for stability and balance.

Mere seconds passed before Frostburn's spined cock found its way to Rigel's tailhole, the tapered tip slipping inside with ease. The sudden penetration was so pleasant to Rigel that, for a brief moment, he was distracted enough to completely forget to focus on Brazier beneath him.

Of course, things got even more intense when Frostburn bit down on his master's neck, holding him in place while he began to buck and thrust with the sort of power that only a dragon possessed. The resulting assault on Rigel's tail hole was both pleasant and a little painful due to the fact that Frostburn had little to no care for his master's comfort and the underside of his cock was lined with a series of firm, fleshy spines that popped out and tugged on their way in. In many ways, this made the situation even more enticing, even if it did mean that his guts were being stabbed by a series of pointed nubs.

Yet, despite that intensity and the soreness that came with it, Rigel was quickly overwhelmed with the pleasantness of a deep rooted orgasm thanks to the aggressive massage the spines gave his prostate. It wasn't enough to have them making noise and being aggressive on their way in or out, but they were throbbing and pulsating alongside every bucking motion to knead and caress his prostate from within, easily milking him to coax a thin strand of his precum out the tip of his cock.

He was on the verge of rubbing himself with his lube-covered hand when Frostburn slammed in as hard as he could go, forcing his knot to pop into Rigel's tail hole and almost instantly swell, locking them together. Normally, Rigel would have grunted and pushed the knot out - undoing the tie to extend their session together - but one thing he knew and understood about having a pet dragon was that ferals didn't care to have their sessions interrupted or extended once significant progress had been made.

After a few deep thrusts that stirred Rigels loins, Frostburn halted his anal assault and huffed, his hot breath tickling his master's neck and shoulders as some of his saliva dribbled down to his chest and inner arms. This made him shudder in delight and clench his rump cheeks tight in order to keep the knot inside him; that thick, rock-hard knot with the intense, jabbing spines along the underside.

All was well at first, but before long Frostburn let go and hopped off Rigel's back and off to the side, the tie holding them together rump to rump as he stumbled and hoisted one leg over his master's haunches to ensure the two remained rump to rump while his member pumped shot after shot of seed into him. The sensations were almost too much, the pressure and heat of dragon flesh swollen and pressed tight against his tickled him just right, but to make matters even more intense, the turn to rump to rump resulted in Frostburn's knot twisting and rotating inside, knot lobes grinding into place.

This was almost too much on its own, but at the same time the male drake did that, Brazier scuttled to a position under Rigel, on her back with all legs up in the air. This exposed her swollen and dripping cunt mere inches away from the tip of Rigel's leaking cock tip.

In the haze of arousal and desire Rigel cupped his pet's cunt in his lubed hand and slipped a few fingers into her before grabbing his own cock and aiming himself into her. With one thrust he not only tugged on Frostburn's cock but also plunged his own member into Brazier. As expected, every feature of his cock disappeared into her - uninflated knot and all - to quickly fill her with dragon seed.

She arched her back and dug her claws into his shoulders and hips, tail wagging and orange flesh glowing from under the char-black of her scales. She whimpered and shuddered in delight as her pelvic muscles - or what was left of them post fisting - clenched around him and held him tightly.

Much like a feral, Rigel had no intention of holding back. With other anthros he would have slowed down or pulled out to extend his session in much the same way he imagined Frostubrn doing so mere minutes earlier. However, he knew and understood that she was expecting a knot and a tie with little room for foreplay beyond what he had already done. That - and the thick knot throbbing against his prostate from inside - quickly brought him to his own orgasm.

Well, the physical sensations alongside the sheer arousal that came with such a kinky situation.

He bit down on her neck in a similar manner to what Frostburn had done to him, burying his muzzle in between her cheek and shoulder as he clenched his loins and shot a thick strand of his seed into her. He could feel her walls quivering in delight as his essence splashed against them. Even though he had been depositing her with seed all week at a rate of at least once per day, he had plenty more and ended up filling her enough that he could barely feel her walls around him due to inflating her with it.

Just like any other of his sessions, he huffed and he breathed through his nostrils as he forced the last bits of his orgasm into her, lips peeled back and groin encumbered in pleasure. With Frostburn tied to him rump to rump and his own knot lodged deep inside his hen, he relaxed and flopped down onto her, all of his weight pulling the male down with him onto Brazier.

Luckily for all involved, Brazier was a hardy, sturdy dragoness who could handle a bit of weight and had no problems managing both males on top of her. Furthermore, the sensation of Rigel inside her made her stay put, as years of evolution taught her that it was best to relax and be calm when knotted.

In the background, the TV had continued to go about its business by playing a whole TV show on the streaming service. However, Rigel had missed it all and didn't want to jump ahead to the next episode without having caught up so he fumbled around on the nearby coffee table to find the remote, struggling against the twin ties he was experiencing. Both Frostburn and Brazier had basically pinned him down, making any attempts at moving a chore.

While still on the ground, he finally found what he was looking at and stumbled about to press the reverse chapter button that brought him back to the beginning of the episode. From his spot on the ground, laying on top of Brazier with Frostburn laying on his belly behind them, Rigel was able to watch the episode out of the corner of his eye while focusing on the dialogue and other audio to get the whole story.

Upon the completion of the episode, the oven dinged to indicate it was time to take the casserole out. Luckily for both himself and both his pets, the knots that tied them together had loosened just enough that he was able to dislodge himself from both of them. His knot popped out of Brazier with a gush of combined fluids as her walls gave him one last caress and sputtered out a torrent of liquid onto the floor between them.

Sensing it was time to call it a night, Frostburn tugged until his knot slipped and lurched out of Rigel's tail hole, its length swinging heavy and slapping against the drake's belly.

Now parted from both, Rigel acted as a gentleman and gave each of them a gentle kiss before using his tongue to clean up as much of the mess as he could. He lapped up the creamy, pearlescent mess and swallowed every bit before grabbing Frostburn's tail and hoisting it up to clean that dragon's tail hole clean.

"Good boy. Good girl." He said as he licked his chops and stumbled to his feet. The prolonged position he held on the ground with the two of them had left his knees weak and his loins loose in more ways than one.

Once he finally got his footing, he gingerly made his way to the kitchen with tail raised high and both pets in tow. They remained loyal to him and were never fully satisfied so he knew that there would be a good chance he'd end up sharing them at least one more time before heading to bed. But for now, he had casserole to prepare. Food for all three of them.

He loved his pets. They ate as well as he did.