Dragon Lord’s Legacy
Takes place right at the end of Home is where the heart is
Story contains the following: Male/Female, Female/Female, Cunnlingus, vanilla sex, 69 position, swallowing, clothed sex, marking/biting, excessive cum, cowgirl position, tail sex, fingering/clawing, sampling and fluid extraction.
Smolder’s Night
The embrace was strong, the passion was high and the fact that this was the first time he was engaging in any physical activity(not counting the first morning here) with her. This level of intimacy had always been for Ember and he honestly didn’t expect to do it with the smallest hoard member yet. At least not for years anyway.
He felt her tongue press against his mouth, almost a pony-like tongue kissing. Where did she learn that from? Her claws grasping on his shoulders and hoping to never let go. Where did this strength come from? Her moans of lust, vibrating through her body and against his. How long had she been wanting this?
The lust of hers had been so strong and so surprising that he had almost forgotten about Emb8er and Amethyst. Both had opted to watch, not really join in their first time, but oh gods, it was hot to watch. The pink dragoness had moved over and pressed herself against the blue one, who pushed back, though she was trying to nab the perfect picture.
Almost impossible when the other dragoness already trailed her claws down her body. One wrapping around her waist, the other slowly dipping down between Ember’s legs and rubbing her slit.
Smolder was not that bold yet, for she was just enjoying the physical contact and intimacy. Her moans of delight tickled his ears that Ember couldn’t replicate but were just as satisfying to hear. He held onto her as long as she wanted and he knew that she wouldn’t want to let go. She wanted… no, she needed this and it showed.
He knew very little of how the dress would work, but he began to try and pull it off. Smolder stopped him. “No, I want to keep it on for a bit longer.” She begged, pulling away from him. Their eyes met and she stared at him now with so much lust, it begged where it really came from. She lifted the front part of her dress to reveal a pair of white frilly panties that had a small blue heart right where her slit was.
This seemed to make it all the more exciting for him, having a bit of a mystery he already knew was there. While he never directly encountered or looked directly at Smolder’s slit, he did like the idea of it hiding behind something that would normally be around a pony’s formal wear.
He briefly rubbed the soft cotton fabric against her, feeling how unique it felt against her scales and nether region. Soft and padded; he half wondered if she asked for Rarity to pad it so it could either be absorbent because of chafing or… something else she planned?
It didn’t matter the moment he had pressed his claws in between her legs and felt the small parting in between. This earned a delighted breath to leave her and despite the small, thin layer of fabric, she could feel his claw gently on her nethers. The gentle caress, the ever so pointed claw tip pressing against the very outer lip area and the grope of his palm, made the dragoness a withering mess.
Ever since his first mating with Ember, he had felt bolder, more forward towards his feelings and now that he had his second horde member as another partner, he felt that he could be just as bold. Not to mention that the dragoness was pushing for him to go further. She swung her hips against his claws, she held onto him like she didn’t want to let him go and the fact she was now pushing him onto the bed with her on top, showed her eagerness to continue.
Ember and Amy had been put on the back of his mind for now, but he still saw from his peripheral vision that they were engaged in their own activities with one another. Amy, being the bigger dragoness, has pulled Ember on top of her, as they laid upon the coach in the corner. Amy had wrapped a single arm around Ember, holding her while another claw was rubbing her slit with gentle strokes. Ember was rubbing Amy’s form behind her while they both watched both of them getting intimate and gave side kindles and licks to one another.
Yeah… that only fueled his fires already but he focused more on the dragoness before him. The one who put forth the effort and passion for this. He remained on her and tonight was her night. His claw pressed much more firmly on her slit with the intent of making her shiver.
Her mouth was near his, letting off soft moans or squeaks, a blend of both that further pushed his need to continue. It was through her panties however, did Smolder experience her slit dripping with arousal. A string of fluid was slowly seeping through her body and the claws only smeared it around her area. The spread and further rubbing only made the area grow in dampness. While the padding helped, it was practically useless now, as Spike had opted not to remove her panties but to move it to the side.
Even without looking, he could feel her arousal now seeping. A glob of it landed on his claws, having a texture much thicker then Ember’s. It was almost sap like with a warmth to it, perhaps being a different dragoness or perhaps the level of arousal she was experiencing. He smeared it on his claws, almost feeling the thick stringy effect from it, continuing to rub her slit more. By now, his own dragon hood had sprouted out and this time, there was no fear to hide it from her. His spire stood tall and proud, a throbbing red barbed pointed tip with flexible ridges and a thick base.
When she managed to open her eyes and feel that length against her leg, she was in awe. The first time was, she felt it but never saw it, only having an ideal guess of what she had felt but now seeing it, left her speechless, red and almost in shock that she was going to take that in her.
The moment of fear quickly left, replaced by a desire she never knew she had as the young dragon moved herself up and over his spire. She hovered over it, allowing her thick fluids to drop onto it, coating it in her flavoring. It was a truly welcome sight, especially since she was trying to avoid getting her panties wet.
That wouldn’t matter to her in the next few minutes. She swayed her hips front and back, trying to play with him and herself, which suited him fine. He wanted her to enjoy this, he wanted her to be the one that made this special.
By now, she was tired of holding her dress up and just let it fall, hiding their genitals from view. This prompts her to lower herself all the more to just his tip gracing her slit with the barest of touch. The effect was almost immediate for her, a soft gasp of euphoria running up her spine and making her legs shake. A moan unlike any other escaped her and she didn’t hide it, nor did she deny that this was going to her heart's content.
As his pointed shaft pressed against her slit, his pre smeared and spread across them, mixing her fluids with his own and making an extra sticky mess. “S-Spike… p-please!” She begged. “I-I want it-t.” It was so odd to hear her beg for something like this and he knew that he was not going to tease her, especially since she had been craving this for a long time. He just didn’t want to ruin this for both of them by being greedy or fast.
He pressed against her vulva, letting the tip slowly spread her and ease himself into entering her. Their fluids lubricated enough to where he slid in without straining her, though she was still small in stature and having only been filled with digits instead of an actual organ, the lithe dragoness was tightly gripping him unlike Ember.
Spike dared not compare the two on who was better, rather focused on how he wanted to make sure that this was to her pleasure. Each ridge and barb that slid in sent tiny shocks of euphoric pleasure to her body. Tiny moans of delight left her, with small hot wisps of flames leaving her mouth. The dress prevented her from seeing the bulge forming on her loins as he sank deeper and deeper into her. His movement was slow and deliberate, not trying to hurt her, though no signs of her discomfort could be seen.
The duo finally reached a point where Spike couldn’t enter her anymore and Smolder had reached her limit with three quarters of his shaft embedded into her hole with the tip breaching her womb and filling it with hot pre-seed deep within.
Tears of euphoria left her tear ducts as she finally felt the feeling of wholeness from someone she had long sought after. While their interactions were brief compared to Ember or even Amy, she felt like she had waited a lifetime for this event.
Not from some random dragon that wanted her just for a quick session like other females have spoken of, but rather from a kind and loving drake who put her before himself. He wasn’t trying to finish already; it became a testament to his character of how much he truly cared for her and the time was willing to spend with her in this moment.
When her body fully adjusted, they gazed into each other’s eyes, seeing the sweet bliss between one another and the emotions that were pouring through. His caring and charismatic view on her, seeing her as an equal to Ember was reflected by her view of a soul who was just as kind and just a love filled heart that begged to be held forever and ever.
“A-Are you ready?” He asked her, wanting her full and honest compliance to this.
With a soft moan, she whispered, “Yes,” She then used her knees to rise up, allowing each ridge to strike her walls and send more ripples of pleasure to her body. Taking him only two thirds out, she slowly lowered herself back down, not wanting him to leave her completely.
A passive and slow rhythm started with her; Spike didn’t push her for a faster pace nor did he meet her hips yet. He allowed her to rule him and go at her timing. He saw that she still needed time, so he laid there and enjoyed watching her rise and fall upon him.
Their hips meeting started to get louder and louder, matching the noise coming from the other two occupants, who were already ahead of them.
Amy was giving passive licks to Ember’s face while softly squeaking as her tail was buried halfway in her own snatch. Ember meanwhile withered and twitched as Amy’s claws were buried in her slit, clawing her with vigorous intent. Both having long stained and matted the couch they were on, ignoring the fact that it was matted beyond repairable.
“T-This is getting uncomfortabl-le…” Amy whined. While the chair provided her with some comfort, it wasn’t as easy on her legs as the bed and… now she was getting antsy of seeing those two going on it. “Y-You think we could join them?”
Ember gushed hard against her claws, hearing that and seeing them going on. “Uh… Mhmm.. I-I d-don’t want to ruin Smolder’s first -ugh!” A claws dug in deep and hit one of her more sensitive spots. She moaned loudly, Amy making it draw out for as long as possible.
“We are not joining,” Amy squeaked out as a part of Embeer’s tail managed to reach her inner depths that she loved. “But…this… chair- ack! -sucks and my tail is starting to cramp!” She was trashing but her tail couldn’t move between herself and the weight of Ember.
Ember didn’t want to lose the high and euphoric feeling she was on right now but she did prefer the bed right now and they weren’t going to interrupt the joy those two were on, so she sadly pulled away from Amy and pulled her up while pulling out her tail. A whine came from the pink dragoness but she quickly followed after, leaving a trail of fluids on the floor dragged by her tail.
They made their way to bed, trying not to get too engrossed with the scene of the two younger lovers going at it. The bed, just like the couch, was stained with their fluids, but just enough to notice.
Upon first stepping on the bed, the duo gave a glance, slowing down a bit, but Amy quickly waved them off. “Don’t mind us, the couch didn’t suit us.”
That was all they needed and Smolder continued to ride on Spike, with them laying near the bed, but this time, they decided to switch positions to something more comfortable and both now had their heads in between each other’s legs. Amy lapped up Ember’s sweet nectar while the Dragon Lord buried her tongue into her awaiting slit.
The four dragons were no longer caring if they disturbed one another, rather trying to outdo one another and making the other louder.
Smolder was now bouncing on Spike’s shaft, using both her legs and her wings to give her faster bounces. Her moans were still cuter compared to Amy’s and Ember’s but to Spike, hearing all three dragonesses moaning or whining in lust was sweet, beautiful music to his ears.
Each one had their own tone, a gentle sweet melody of lust and love. Uncanny to the tones of ponies, a dragon’s moan was something attuned to their character that Spike, while still in a lust filled and beautiful state of euphoria, could pick up. Even with each pump of his shaft that continued to pleasure Smolder at each drop and rise, he heard their musical vocals touch his ears, enhancing the state of bliss.
Smolder, young, sweet, and bashful, held her tune at between whimpers and moans, signs of inexperienced to someone like him. Each time her walls expelled her juices onto him, she went from a low moan and to a high cry of ecstasy.
Amethyst, brash, strong, hard headed but still sweet, was very vocal. Grunts, whines, and short growls that showed how much she didn’t care about how loud she became.
His night with Ember had no change but hearing her moans join the moans of the dragonesses, made his ears tingle with joy. With no other distractions, the dragons continued their passion between one another. The bed had long been stained with dragon juices and the room stank of lust, a unique smell that a pony couldn’t place but all the same, knew what it entailed.
As the four of them continued their passionate heated lust for one another, Smolder became aware of her dress making things odd or that she was worried it would be damaged. In one swift move, she grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled it all off in one motion without struggle. She even pulled off the crosets and extras after with ease. The makeup and all that remained but it began to fade, so she wiped it away, while still riding his organ through ease, wiping away her makeup with ease.
Clearly, pony makeup and clothing was less of a hassle on a dragon than a pony, since there were no stains either. As he watched the spectacle, he grabbed her hips to help with the thrusting. However, Smolder stopped him and instead leaned down and moaned into his ear canal. “Please be on top now.”
Without argument, he grabbed her hips and twirled them both so now that he was on top and she was on bottom. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him better access to her slit. The squelching sounds become loud and aggressive. On his knees, he grabbed her hips and began to pound down on her, while leaning in closer on her. Their faces were closer to one another and he saw that despite their lust filled haze, he still saw a beautiful and gorgeous creature in front of him.
The lengths she went to for them to end up like this made it so wonderful. He leaned down and began to kiss her cheeks and continued his relentless thrusts in her, with those light touches on her cheeks fueling her ever growing fire towards a euphoric end. She moaned louder and hugged him all the tighter with her legs, now her arms wrapping around his neck.
His kisses where nothing on the scales of her body but the sensory and touches were blissful nonetheless. With Ember, they marked one another as they declared eternal love for one another; this begged the question of if she would ask for the same, especially knowing how long Smolder has waited for this.
He didn’t bite her but his kisses trailed down her neck, where he began small nibbles against them. The sharpness of his front teeth scraping across her sensitive scales here…
That did the trick…
She squeezed against him hard with a muffled squeal left her. Her walls squeezed him tightly as he shoved in, tightly gripping him as she experienced her first orgasm with him, bathing his organ in her fluids. The amount was enough to squelch through between them and spill onto the bed. Feeling this, he continued his assault against her neck, bringing her orgasm to a continuous high.
“Hmmmm! D-Don’t s-stop-p!” she begged through her high pitched moan of the throes of her orgasm.
A moanful laugh left Amy. “Even her moans are cute!”
No complaint from Ember or Spike, but neither Smolder either due to her being in a state of constant ecstasy. Even as she continued to be pounded by Spike, she moaned cutely and it honestly played a vital role in making the room loud and filled with different candaces of notes.
Spike’s nibbling grew more bolder as he nipped harder on her neck area. This definitely got a squeal out of her and unleashed another torrent of juices. All this activity with Smolder and hearing the noises from the other two dragonesses in his hoard was making it really difficult for Spike to last any longer.
His base was starting to swell as his barbs were getting squeezed harder and harder with Smolder’s constant orgasmic state. Her legs were encapsulating harder around his waist to keep him there longer thereby making it harder to pull out further.
A growl started at the back of his throat as he continued to bite her. “I’m getting close Smolder.”
Hearing his growl was a defiant trigger for her, enough for her to state what she wanted. “Mmmph! Mark me!” she moaned out.
This actually caused a pause for two of the dragons, that being Ember and Spike. While it was only a moment's pause, the duo gave each other knowing glance through their blissful state.
To mark her would mean that she would belong to Spike exclusively and only, with the full intent that any possible suitors in the future, would stray away. If the mark was visible then if she chose to leave, which none of them knew she wouldn't, she would be marked forever for it.
In that passion of the moment, whether he would feel guilty or not for marking her, or that she would be more akin to be Spike’s secondary female then Ember’s hoard, would be established.
The act was forceful, high upon their ecstasy and their endorphins controlling most of their actions. He felt Ember’s own lust also prevail, earning a growl from her, “Mark her!”
The approval from his soul mate had him lean down and bite on Smolder’s neck and shoulder. As his teeth sank upon her tender scales, the curves embedded themselves onto her and sank down, marking his jaws onto them.
A loud moan left her as he marked this dragoness as his own, through thin and thick, his heart now rested within her own and she was his. Though no declaration of love was established, he knew that from here on out, perhaps that he would establish that love to her as well without the need.
Finishing his mark, he proceeded to slam harder into her body, making the euphoric moments last that much longer and pursue another marking. With a growl, he pushed down hard on her, spilling all of his hot thick seed deep within her depths, flooding her womb with large amounts of virile seed.
Her size didn’t allow all of it to stay, but it still caused a small bulge on her stomach to be seen as he poured as much of it as he could in her, with the rest spilling out between their organs. All of it cascaded between their legs running down in between them and spreading its mess throughout the bed.
The other two were not far behind in their endeavors to climax as well, with Ember and Amy so tightly bunched in between each other's legs, it begged to know if they could breathe properly. After a few moments both females released and they pressed their snouts to each other’s slits to bask in their flowing floods, tasting one another’s secretions.
They continued to prolong their orgasms until finally they were spent. Snouts covered in each other’s fluids, Amy pulled herself out from under Ember and righted herself so that she could clean up her own fluids, something that Ember rightly enjoyed.
Meanwhile the other two were coming off their high orgasms, basking in their throws of their passionate and lust filled haze. He remained inside of her for as long as his organ remained hard and she laid on his chest, content with just being this close to him for the first time.
The atmosphere in the room was slowly settling into contentment and happiness. The four dragons laid in bed, continuing their afterglow, with Spike slowly laying on his back with Smolder to his right and Ember pulling to his left. Amy leaned over her and looked at the content but a doopy smile plastered on Smolder’s face. “You good there Smols?” she asked with a grin.
Spike and Ember looked at her, getting a warm “Yeah,” in response. Though he never would say it outloud, she looked happier than she has ever been now then was before. With a quick press of his snout to her cheek, he whispered, “I am glad you enjoyed yourself.”
A beautiful smile rested on her face as she pulled close, giving a happy sigh. “Thanks for giving me something special, Spike.”
That was enough to warm the hearts of the other two, especially Ember. No words more needed that night, letting their weariness and tiredness allow them to put them to sleep.
The figure returned, now with gleeful vigor. Not only did they have a male dragon but possible candidates for female dragons. Problem was… more dragons meant more possibilities for discovery.
A silent breeze opened the door and the hinges were held with magic. As it opened, the powerful wave of dragon musk hit them and a shutter ran down their body. It wasn’t a pungent odor, at least to them, far from it. The unique blend of primordial predator driven instincts, that begged their inner prey mind to run but they couldn’t.
Because of the four different dragons that were in here, four different perfumes were present but the main musk was still strong. Salty, volcanic ozone, a still stench of musk and sweat, followed by a sharp presence of cinnamon… at least in their nose.
They silently approached, the stench stronger than ever and the chance of waking the dragons growing ever stronger. At the foot of the bed, they stared silently, watching, waiting as the four colored dragons slept. No signs of disturbance and no signs of their presence in the room.
After moments of making sure there would be NO… chance of them waking, the figure now had to move with precision and grace.
First, extract what visible fluids were available, so that meant pulling the dried fluids off their scales and into the large bottle she had. She started with the females first since they… uh, released the most. Magic slowly pulled around their faces, the dried secretions of ‘ness’ fluids.
At first, they wanted to do one separately per dragon, seeing as they may have different properties or value but with limited time they had, they pushed for pulling it all in one bottle. Once they pulled all visible and dried fluids, they filled up a portion of the bottle.
The next step was pulling straight from the mattress itself which would require… pulling around them without the magic and their fluids waking them. Easy feat, no?
Normally, simply teleporting or pulling the mattress under them was the solution by levitating them off the bed. However, dragons grew resistant to magic and four of them around one another would surely wake them.
No, the process had to be slow and deliberate, though with each second that they were there, their own nethers were getting antsy as the smell continued to flood their lungs and fill their heads with that euphoric stench. While the process to extract the rest of the rest of the fem liquid was slow, they did so without waking the dragons.
The final challenge remained on Spike, the male. The only available seed to extract was… directly from within the womb of Smolder, anything dried around his own withdrawn organ and whatever lingered outside of her slit. This part was tricky, as it required pulling from within her womb, extracting it while pulling slit open and…
“Mnnph… no more,” She half mumbled in her sleep, turning away. The magic made her far more sensitive than they could anticipate. Perhaps they should abort and try another time?
But they wouldn’t, not when they were so close! Pushing their luck, they pulled out what seed they could retract from the dragoness and managed to pull out a large glob of Spike’s seed, along with Smolder’s secretions, and pull from her slit. The glob was thick, a whitish color with a yellow tint within. Slowly, they poured what they could into a secondary bottle and gently allowed it to fill in.
“Yes!”
Amy snorted and slowly roused. “Huh?”
The figure panicked, quickly teleporting out of the room, forgetting the bottle at the bottom of the bed.
The pink dragoness stirred, rising up and looking around the room to find it empty, noticing the door open. She gave it a small glance before plopping down on the bed without care. She wrapped her body around Ember, who was now squished between the two but didn’t seem to mind. In a few moments, she was back to snoring.
The figure took a brief look through the open door to see the snoring dragoness and sighed with relief and looked at the bottle at the bottom of the bed. With a quick snatch of their magic, they reeled it in and brought it into their grasp. With that, they gently closed the door without a sound and retreated into their room.
A short blink later, Starlight sighed as she held the two bottles. “Now that that is taken care of, I can send the rest to her, though she never did tell me what she needed dragon cum for.”
She shrugged and placed both bottles into a box and packaged it up. She put her initials and then placed the initials of the person she was sending it to.
To T-L-M
“P.S. You better let me know how this will help you improve your magical prowess and show some damn results! Trying not to wake up sleeping dragons was dangerous, especially if they knew I was the one who was there.
Your best friend, Starlight.
With that, she sent it off in a magical blink and went to bed.