And Dragon's Whore'd
“Wait wait wait wait wait,” Anon groaned, reclining on his sofa while pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re fucking with me ~ right?”
“Nope,” Smolder chirped.
“I mean, one of us will be fucking with you in a very literal sense,” Ember snickered.
“Anon, seriously, explain how this could be a joke?” Spike countered.
Lifting a finger to protest, Anon opened his eyes and looked over at his trio of draconic guests. Spike, as always, was a voice of reason - nevertheless, to call the circumstances reasonable would be quite a stretch. As the memories of the last month came flooding back, reminding him of the one thing his three visitors had in common, he rolled his head back and groaned.
It was fair to say that he’d been on a number of little adventures throughout his time in Equestria, having inadvertently bedded a number of mares and even a villain or two in his day, but that really hadn’t been his fault. He couldn’t explain it - hell, he could barely wrap his head around it, but there was something about him that attracted the native creatures of the land like few things could. Maybe his appeal had something to do with his size, towering over most ponies like a giant, or perhaps it was due to his exotic features and bipedal nature - regardless of the exact case, worrying about getting laid was a thing of the past.
Rubbing his temples, he peeked out at the three. “Fine, you got me, it’s not a joke…”
Spike smirked and triumphantly held a thumb to his chest. “So that scores me extra points ~ doesn’t it?”
“No,” he huffed. “No it does not.”
“Hah - so much for your handicap,” Ember scoffed over at the lone male dragon. “I was almost hoping he would give you points for that, seeing as how he’d much rather stick his dick in a hot, juicy dragoness cloaca.”
Scowling over at the taller, older female, Spike folded his arms over his chest. “Nuh-uh! I heard that he rutted Braeburn so hard that half of Appleloosa heard them going at it!”
“As long as he screws my brains out, I don’t care who or what he’s fucked into a coma,” Smolder purred, drawing her forked tongue over her lips.
Anon held his hands up and shook his head, interrupting the banter before it got worse. “That’s enough of that,” he muttered, looking between the three.
Spike was the youngest of the bunch, not to mention the only guy other than himself in the room, but he still had quite a bit to offer. Tall, sleek, and ever so slightly feminine, the twinkish reptile could easily pass for a female most of the time. With his mulberry hide contrasting sharply against his mint-colored underbelly and emerald eyes, he was pretty damn attractive - well, pretty attractive for a barely-legal dude.
Though she was slightly older than Spike, Smolder was still in the midst of her prime. The burnt-orange and gold of her scales clashed almost violently against her piercing cyan eyes, but it was her shameless arrogance that caught most people’s attention. She was young, sassy, and thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, and she wasn’t afraid to let anyone know what she was thinking.
The last but far from the least of his guests was none other than Ember, the Dragon Lord herself. She should have been the most mature of the bunch, being the eldest dragon in the room, yet that was far from the case. Taking what she wanted, conquering her foes, and leaving most creatures shaking in their boots or horse shoes were three things she did exceptionally well - which made her interest in Anon all the more disconcerting.
“So…” Spike began, rocking forward and back on his heels, “who do you want to go first?”
“Man, I don’t know,” Anon grumbled. “I thought you three would have figured that out before you came. If you need to, I can get some dice for you.”
Looking to her left and right, at Smolder and Spike respectively, Ember nodded. “That should work.”
Anon got up with a grunt and turned toward his study. “Gimme just a second…”
As he lumbered off to fetch his game dice, his thoughts wandered. He’d known that Smolder, Spike, and Ember had all wanted a roll in the hay with him - for fuck’s sake, none of them had been what he’d call subtle about getting an interspecies experience, but he couldn’t have guessed they’d actually compete for who got dicked down. While a part of him was honored about the fame his manhood had garnered him, practically being a legendary tool capable of pleasing any creature it sank into, he wasn’t sure if he should be proud to be a living, breathing sex-toy for Equestria’s denizens.
Snatching up a ten-sided die from his table, leaving the Ogres and Oubliettes game where it lay, he marched back into his living room and his awaiting guests. Honestly, he wouldn’t have minded banging any of the dragons, finding each alluring in their own right, although patience was an attribute they each lacked. As soon as Ember made a move, cornering and brazenly fondling him at work, both Smolder and Spike made their intentions known.
“Alright,” he sighed, drawing the trio’s attention, “please remember to be -”
“Get naked,” Smolder hummed. Seeing that her order drew curious looks from Anon and her reptilian companions, she innocently shrugged. “What? We can’t see how excited he is if he’s wearing pants!”
Anon should’ve figured he’d be put on the spot like this - after all, none of his visitors were wearing a damn thing. Living in a world where the overwhelming majority of the population walked, swam, or flew around in the buff had taken some time to get used to, but he’d be damned if he was going to strut around in the buff - not with as many eyes as he had on him. Slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side, he unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor.
“Better?” he asked.
“Ditch the undies, big man,” Ember tutted, pointing a finger at his boxers. “Consider that a royal order.”
Rolling his eyes, he did as asked. He really wouldn’t be surprised if one or all of them had peeped on him when he was balls-deep in somepony before, so showing himself off wasn’t a big deal. After leaning forward and pulling his underwear down, allowing his flaccid cock to hang free, he straightened up and threw his hands in the air.
“There,” he grunted. “Is that better?”
“Uh…uh-huh…” Spike murmured, staring at his package with a bead of drool creeping out of the corner of his muzzle.
Anon flopped back onto his couch, made himself as comfortable as he could, and tossed the die over to Ember. His visitors’ little competition was as simple as it was silly, even if he hadn’t taken them seriously when they’d told them about it. Whoever could turn him on the most would get an intimate evening with him, but there were two rules that had to be followed: each of the dragons had to go one at a time and none of them could touch him below the waist. Whoever got him the most worked up, won - it was as easy as that.
Squatting down and rolling the die, Ember immediately burst into laughter. “Natural ten. I guess that means you two runts have to roll for second place.”
Smolder and Spike, though clearly upset, tested their luck shortly after the Dragon Ruler. In an ironic twist of fate, after they’d each had a roll, the results reflected their ages. Ember would go first, followed by Smolder, and then finally Spike. Anon couldn’t have cared less about what order they went in, so long as he got them out of his hair eventually.
“If I were you two,” Ember purred, looking back at her companions while strutting over to Anon, “I’d just give up.”
Leaning forward and placing her clawed hands to either side of the man’s head, she brought her muzzle to his ear and softly groaned. She didn’t have much in the chest department, being relatively flat, but her assertive nature more than made up for her toned, willowy figure. Giving him no quarter, running her forked jaw up his jaw, she stepped over his knee and ground her sopping wet snatch on his thigh.
“Hey - you can’t do that!” Smolder groused.
Looking none too pleased with the disqualification, Spike glowered. “She’s right, you just broke the rules.”
Ember doubled down and slid closer to Anon, wrapping her arms around his chest while gyrating on his upper leg. “Since I’m the Dragon Ruler, I can do what I want ~ isn’t that right?” she giggled, clutching his head and facing him.
“Listen, I don’t - Mmmph?!” His halfhearted protest was cut off in a flash, as she shot forward and locked lips with him.
Her tongue plunged into his mouth, her hot breath washed over his face, and the heat of her loins radiated up to his hip, evoking a curious cocktail of emotions. He should have been upset that she’d ruined the contest straight away, giving neither Spike nor Smolder a chance, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by how aggressive she was. With his libido growing stronger by the second, he slipped a hand around her back and reciprocated her kiss - at least he tried to.
In the blink of an eye, something - no, two sets of something grabbed him by the ankles and dragged him off the couch. Landing on the floor with a dull thud, he wheezed when Ember crashed onto him. His best guess was that Smolder and Spike, working in concert, had gotten fed up with the elder dragon’s bullshit - unfortunately for him, he underestimated just how tenacious they were.
While Ember continued making out with him, completely undisturbed by the turn of events, two pairs of clawed hands began caressing him. He couldn’t see anything other than Ember’s face, but he sure as hell felt Smolder and Spike getting busy. One of his hands was lifted and his fingers sucked on, while what could only be a tongue crept up his leg and to his inner thigh.
Throwing in the towel, he brought his free hand to Ember’s backside and gave her toned tush a squeeze. To hell with it - if he was going to be thrown into a reverse gang-bang, he may as well try to enjoy himself. The good news was that his playful spank drew a throaty groan from the eldest dragoness, but the bad news - that bad news was that he’d inadvertently triggered an outright war in the process.
Ember toppled off of him, quickly dislodged and replaced by Smolder. The little orange reptile picked up where her predecessor had left off, straddling his midsection and feverishly - almost fantastically kissing him. Not to be undone, having access to his goods, Spike started sucking his rapidly hardening manhood.
An enraged snarl to his left caught his ear and told him just what Ember thought of the development. The sound of heavy footfalls and beating wings was preceded by Smolder being picked up and thrown - literally thrown onto the couch. He’d had no doubts that the Dragon Ruler could have a bit of a temper, having seen her snap at creatures on more than a few occasions in the past, yet he would never have predicted she’d get so upset about something so trivial.
“There’s no need to…” the words died in his throat, as he looked up and saw her.
Ember wasn’t normally all that tall or imposing, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Standing hunched over him, breathing deeply and exhaling small gouts of smoke, she was twice - no, more than triple her original size. Her once slender, athletic limbs were covered in slabs of chiseled muscle, but that wasn’t the worst part - the worst part was that she was getting bigger by the second.
“Mine,” she barked, kicking Spike away from the man.
A challenging roar caused Anon to crane his head and look over to where Smolder had landed. Like her senior, the little amber-hued dragon wasn’t so little anymore. Having the body of a power-lifter, with trunk-like thighs, a six pack, and bulging biceps, she was nearly as impressive and terrifying as Ember was. Baring her fangs and unfurling her wings, she jumped up onto her feet before a low rumbling filled the air.
Pushing himself up and suffering the same metamorphosis as Smolder and Ember, Spike threw his arms wide and sank into a crouch. Though he wasn’t one for violence, never having lifted a claw to hurt any creature, he sure as hell looked ready to tear into his friends over the mute, awestruck man. His eyes shot from one dragoness to the other, sizing them both up, before he sidled away from the Dragon Lord and closer to his ally of circumstance.
Anon lay still and silent between the three, looking between them as he broke into a cold sweat. This was bad - this was really fucking bad. He’d read all about how dragons could change physically and mentally because of their covetous wants, transforming into literal monsters, yet acting as the catalyst for such an event had not been on his bucket list. Slowly and cautiously, taking care not to make any sudden moves, he pushed himself up.
He turned in place and looked each of his guests over from top to bottom. It would have been disconcerting enough to have a trio of horny, musclebound reptiles standing in his living room, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Along with having their forms altered, each looking like they could bench press a carriage or punch a hole in a wall with ease, the trio weren’t acting anything like their usual selves.
The crazed look in their eyes, their tense posture, and their slavering jaws spoke of one thing and one thing only - violence. If he didn’t do something and do it pretty damn fast, he’d have more to worry about than just railing a dragon. As he stepped directly between the three, keeping his arms outstretched, he was hit with divine inspiration.
As crazy as it sounded, he may have a way to mollify the three dragons and prevent them from doing any damage to one another or his house. Glancing down at his rigid cock, genuinely unsure of if his erection was due to arousal or the adrenaline coursing through him, he steeled himself. If fucking the trio into submission was the only way to avert a catastrophe - by Celestia, that’s what he’d do.
“Her first,” he proclaimed, pointing over at Ember, “then you,” he added, motioning to Smolder, “then finally you,” he continued, nodding at Spike.
The way he saw it, dealing with Ember was a priority. Not only was she larger than Smolder or Spike, but she unquestionably had the worst temper of the three. Taking a step over to the growling, bestial dragon ruler, finding his face only barely reaching her chest, he ran his hand up her chiseled thigh and to her sopping-wet cunt.
She peered down at him and placed a monstrous hand atop his head as her expression softened ever so slightly. He was initially hopeful that things were going to go well, especially because he wasn’t snatched away from either of his other visitors, yet his optimism faded when she pushed him down and drove his face into her nethers. Hot, syrupy juices smeared over his countenance, her scent choked his sinuses, and he could barely breathe, yet he found the courage to feast on her cunt like it was the last meal of his life.
All he could do was pray that Spike and Smolder wouldn’t get impatient while he ate Ember out. The exotic, almost spicy flavors washing over his taste buds, almost like a peppery citrus fruit were stimulating and more than enough inspiration to have him continue. Bent forward at the waist, with his hands on her hips, he gave a muffled yelp of surprise when he was pulled off balance.
Ember crashed back onto the couch with her legs lewdly splayed. The piece of furniture yielded under her immense weight, its timber splitting and cracking in an instant - still, he was undeterred. Effectively laying on her tail with his face buried in her muff, he moaned and reached up to stroke her chest.
Her guttural, contented growl was music to his ears, letting him know that she was appreciating his effort, although she was far from the only dragon in the room. Rolling his hips forward and back, essentially humping her tail, he started a set of clawed digits curled around his waist. Throwing himself back and gasping for air, he peeked over his shoulder and saw Spike standing right behind him.
Spike licked his chops and peered down at his rear, clearly looking for an appetizer of his own. Acting quickly, realizing he was about to have a third wheel involved, Anon straightened up, shuffled between Ember’s outstretched legs, and brought his manhood to bear. As nice as it would have been to make sweet, tender love to each of the dragons, this wasn’t the time for that - no, this was going to be an amorous gauntlet.
No sooner had the tip of his length graced Ember’s entrance than bucked his hips hard. Smoke and fire escaped the Dragon Lord’s maw, she rolled her head back, and she locked her ankles around him, ensuring he wouldn’t escape, while Spike kissed his way down his back. Wrangling a pair of dragons, regardless of their size, would have been no easy task, but fate wasn’t done trying him yet - not by a long shot.
Quickly looking to his right, his attention drawn by a sudden movement, he watched Smolder crawl onto the couch. It made sense that she’d like to spectate, rubbing herself while biding her time, although that wasn’t quite what she had in mind. Swinging a leg over Ember’s head, she turned away from him and presented her rear.
The word overwhelmed failed to describe his circumstances. He was balls deep in one dragon, while a second was fondling his ass and a third looked to be wanting some oral affection. All his sexual experience had led to this moment, a true test of his carnal might, so he set upon them like a beast possessed.
Diving face first into Smolder’s backside, he pounded into Ember with reckless abandon. Buck it - if he was going to die by snu-snu, he’d reach the gates of Valhalla like a hero of legend. The Dragon Lord rhythmically flexed her powerful legs, giving each of his thrusts a touch more oomph, as his other two guests busied themselves with him.
He was secretly glad that nobody could see his face, because the expression he made when Spike’s tongue circled his backdoor was anything but becoming. He’d heard stories about guys who liked getting rimmed, but he’d always blown them off as a niche kink - a sentiment fell that apart almost instantaneously. With a titillated shiver running up his spine, keeping his fingers crossed that he wouldn’t develop a penchant for anal, he focused on pleasing the pair of dragonesses.
Since Ember, Smolder, and Spike were far, far bigger than their usual selves, their mass having more than quadrupled, his lecherous task was herculean - nevertheless, he pitted himself against it with everything he had. Stuffing one hand between him and the Dragon Lord, he blindly felt around for her clit. While it was arguably dirty to go for a lover’s weak spot straight away, desperate times called for desperate circumstances.
One of the wildest things about his situation, aside from being overpowered, was that he started to enjoy himself. His sense of smell was dominated by dragoness musk and sweat, all he could taste was ass and pussy juice, the rapturous growls creeping to his ears were a symphony, and the pleasurable sensations accosting him were fantastic, although they paled in comparison to the knowledge that he was the center of attention. The dragons had wanted him, they’d been about to tear each other apart for a chance to get dicked down, and that fact filled him with a downright godly determination.
On and on he went, jackhammering Ember while lapping at Smolder’s snatch and getting his ass eaten, until everything went tits up. The Dragon Lord howled in what he at first thought was rage, clamping her legs around him hard enough to pop his back, as an absolute torrent of scalding nectar erupted around his pistoning cock. Had he not been worried about needing to see a chiropractor, he would have taken immense joy from slaying one bestial reptile - regrettably, his work was far from finished.
Sensing her elder’s weakness, Smolder threw her ass into reverse and sent Anon toppling over Spike and to the floor. The world spun around him and he flailed his arms and legs wildly, he landed on the carpet with a dull thud. His entire lower half was covered in steaming dragoness juices as he stared up at the ceiling and heaved air into his chest.
He’d done it, he’d managed to tame what was arguably the most barbaric dragon in the room, but he was given no time to savor his victory. The sound of movement caught his ear, telling him that Spike and Smolder were on the move. Fearing he’d have to stop another fight, he lifted his head to see the pair moving over him.
It was as clear as day what Spike wanted, stepping over his head and squatting down. It wasn’t the first time he’d have gotten busy with a guy before, and it almost certainly wouldn’t be the last, yet having a dragon dude who made him look small in comparison sitting on his face gave him a moment for pause. Raising his hands to the steadily descending lizard’s rump, finding it remarkably supple, gasped when something hot, juicy, and remarkably tight slipped around his cock.
Though he couldn’t see anything but Spike’s muscular backside, he could easily imagine what he must have looked like. Laying on his back in the middle of his living room, with his face entombed in one dragon’s ass while a second dragon impaled herself on his dick, he must have been a sight. It was a shame he hadn’t had any warning about what was going to happen, if for no other reason than to record the spectacle for posterity or possibly as a memento at his funeral, but it couldn’t be helped.
Kicking his legs out and planting his feet, he drove his hips upward. His first thrust was rewarded with a slatternly groan from Smolder, though the noise she made was but a prelude for her gratification. Lifting herself slightly, she crashed down atop him with enough force to drive the wind from him. Her initial plunge was met by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she was screwing herself on him like a drunken, exquisitely excited filly on prom night.
He tried - sweet, merciful Celestia, he tried to give as good as he got, but such a thing was all but impossible. Smolder was bigger than him, stronger than him, and was lost to her primal urges, so nothing barring an act of god could bring her to a halt. Flailing when Spike applied more weight to his skull, he made a solemn vow to himself; should he survive, he was going to have a very stern talk with the trio once they’d calmed down - if they calmed down.
As alarmed as he should have been, smothered in dragon ass while his hips groaned under the beating of Smolder’s pistoning backside, a cathartic realization dawned on him. There were certain things that one couldn’t fight, such as natural disasters, and this more than qualified as an example of such. Ceasing his struggles, yet continuing to thrust up to meet the dragoness descents, he kissed Spike’s winking pucker and accepted his place as their plaything.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but embracing his newfound role made the experience all the more pleasurable. Smolder wasn’t nearly as zealous as Ember had been, being almost tender in comparison, and Spike, despite being a mindless brute, wasn’t bearing down too hard on him. As he relished the snugness around his milked manhood, a smile graced his lips.
Smolder’s technique for riding him was impeccable, even though she wasn’t her normal self. Her cunt tightened on her upstrokes, squeezing him like a vice, before relaxing on her downstrokes. He’d known that dragons had supreme pelvic control, comparable to a mare’s, yet he was stunned by just how tight she was for her immense size.
While he’d originally been worried about doing anything lewd with Spike, given his current stature and build, he was pleasantly surprised to discover his fears were unwarranted. The once small, sleek dragon smelled startlingly nice, like a mixture of lavender and fresh sweat, and was by far the most gentle of his guests. Digging his tongue into the former femboy’s rear, he kept his bucking hips synchronized to Smolder’s movements.
Little by little, bit by bit, he could feel himself nearing the limits of his endurance. He’d railed a great number of creatures throughout Equestria, from big, shaggy yaks of the northlands to hippogriffs far to the south, yet he’d never once been so utterly humbled before. Just as he began to truly enjoy himself, he became aware that Smolder was gradually increasing her pace.
What had started as steady pistoning movements devolved into frenzied, chaotic motions from the young dragoness. Her silken, sweltering depths quivered around him, her panting was so loud that he could hear it through Spike’s taut glutes, and he swore she was trying to beat his pelvis to bone-meal, leading him to believe she had to be close. Within seconds, feeling the floorboards creak beneath him, his assumption was proven true.
Braying to the heavens and cumming with all the force of an atom bomb, Smolder unleashed a veritable tsunami of dragoness juices upon him. Any normal female would have stopped there, slowing to a halt to ride out their bliss, but she wasn’t any normal female - not any longer. Furiously fucking herself on him, gushing like a geyser, she continued on her rapturous rampage.
In the end, it was Spike who relented. Easing to a halt and standing with a grunt, he towered over and grimaced at his companion. Every creature in existence, no matter how tranquil and caring, had a limit to their patience - for the ordinarily docile dragon, this must have been that point. Slipping his hands under Smolder’s arms, he lifted the dragoness into the air, unsheathe the man’s twitching dick, and flung her over to the sofa beside the still recovering Ember.
“H…hang on a second,” Anon wheezed, waving a hand at the mountain of scales and muscle.
Heaven help him, he wasn’t sure how much more his body could endure. Every muscle in his body ached, his hips and spine angrily protested at him, and he was fully expecting to wake up the next day feeling like he’d gone ten rounds with an ursa major. Though his spirit was willing, his flesh was spongy and bruised - leading him to a point of desperation. If he was going to have a second dragon violently using him like a dildo, he may well end up in a hospital.
Be it from divine intervention, dumb luck, or some combination of the two, Spike knelt down, got onto all fours, and pressed his chest to the floor. Anon didn’t consider himself a religious person by any means, but he thanked whatever higher power was listening for the opportunity to take the wheel and be on top - sure, he’d effectively plowed Ember in a missionary position, but having a pair of tree-like legs snapped around his back had given him perilously little choice in the matter.
Rolling over and unsteadily pushing himself up, he got to his feet and took stock of the situation. Both Smolder and Ember were at least somewhat conscious, groaning softly while languidly rubbing their naughty bits, but they may snap from their stupor at any moment. Wasting no time, knowing that he could be assaulted by the pair of dragonesses at any moment, he set his sights on Spike.
He stepped over and sank to his knees behind the prostrate dragon, grinning as Spike obligingly spread his legs and lifted his tail. “C’mere, big boy…”
Fuck it - he may have been tired, sore, and possibly suffering from a minor concussion, but that wasn’t going to stop him from giving Spike the business. With one hand on the dragon’s hip, he guided his cock to his lavender lover’s eagerly twitching hole. As he slipped into the hulk’s ass and earned himself a blissful snarl, he was stricken with yet another revelation.
If he managed to make it through the night in one piece, he’d be a legend - even if he did wind up in traction at Ponyville General Hospital, he’d still have bragging rights for sating a trio of dragons who’d succumbed to rut-lust. Plunging into Spike with one smooth motion, he draped himself over the colossus’ back and started thrusting.
There was something strangely satisfying about plowing someone so much bigger than him. Up until that moment, every stallion or dude he’d boned had been smaller than he was, making this yet another first for the day. Sliding one hand around Spike’s hip, he wrapped his fingers around the dragon’s turgid, drooling length.
After everything Spike had done, being downright considerate in contrast to Smolder or Ember, a reach-around was the least he could do to repay his friend. Moving his hand forward and back, jacking the dragon off, he adjusted the angle of his thrusts. Spike may have grown substantially, but that meant his prostate was an even bigger target to aim for.
Sure enough, as he beat against Spike’s p-spot, he felt himself inching closer and closer to the edge. There was no way for him to tell how long he’d been going at it, presuming he’d been Smolder and Ember for no small amount of time, but the insanity of his afternoon and the enthusiasm of his scaled lovers had taken a heavy toll on him. Just as he reached the threshold, seconds from passing the point of no return, a deep, sonorous chuckling caused his blood to run cold.
He looked up to the couch in a flash, dreading what he would find, and watched as Ember and Smolder unseated themselves. Whether or not the two dragonesses had conspired against him or struck an accord with one another, he couldn’t say - all he knew was that any animosity between them was gone. The younger of the pair stepped around to Spike’s head, squatted down, and caressed the frilled ridge running down his back, while the second drifted over to his upturned ass.
Feeling himself go pale, Anon looked between the duo and swallowed hard. Any chance of stopping himself had slipped by seconds prior, leaving him skyrocketing toward release. Smolder flopped to the floor and guided Spike’s muzzle to her groin, while Ember stepped over the done-doggy dragon and lowered her fanged maw to his face. He’d thought she would shove him back for a second round, but he’d thought wrong.
No sooner did she close her eyes and drive her thick, long tongue into his mouth than he came. His balls came to rest against Spike’s sizable coin purse as rope after rope of his jizz was pumped into the trembling, mewling dragon he was hilted within. Easily one of the strongest he’d ever had, the climax was unparalleled - so much so that he forgot about his woes and troubles.
Judging from the way Spike tensed up, he had to believe that his friend had blown a load moments after him - even so, that did nothing to deter Smolder and Ember from having their fun. The Dragon Lord brought her hands to Anon’s hips, playfully causing him to thrust throughout his orgasm, while the young dragoness essentially forced Spike to eat her out. Though the pair seemed to have calmed slightly, no longer blinded by their desires, it was obvious that neither of them were finished.
Anon coughed and sputtered around Ember’s tongue, practically fellating the damn thing, while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Yeah, he had no doubt about it, he was fucked in both a literal and figurative sense. There would only be two ways he was going to be able to extract himself from the room: either on a stretcher or crawling out after he’d left the trio completely and utterly satisfied.
A preternatural strength surged through him, his mind teetered on the brink of madness, and his determination roared into an inferno, when he finally understood what he had to do. He wasn’t dealing with rational creatures, beings he could talk and reason with; for all intents and purposes, he was wrangling a pack of feral monsters dead set on using him until he broke. Bringing his hands up and to Ember’s shoulders, he heaved his weight to the side and threw the Dragon Lord to the floor. If he was going to meet his maker in a carnal conflict of apocalyptic proportions, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
He lept back and freed his rock-hard manhood, shifted his weight, and pounced upon Ember before she could recover. Like an arrow from Artemis herself, his throbbing shaft, slinging jizz beneath him, landed true and slipped into the Dragon Lord’s depths. Her rapturous scream and climactic spray upon his crotch fanned the flames of his lust, imbuing him with all the virility of a demigod.
The flow of time distorted, his thoughts grew hazy, and his vision tunneled - still, he fucked Ember like a savage. To relent would be to surrender - to surrender would be to lose what little footing he’d gained. He moved on instinct, without the slightest bit of consideration, and threw his arms back to her knees. Though he felt a sliver of pity for her, since she had no idea what she was in for, he drove her legs up to either side of her head and pinned her in a mating press.
It would have been impossible for him to give details on the debauchery he’d enacted that night, but he awoke the morning after with only glimpses of the things he’d done the following morning. Flashes of himself rutting Ember, Smolder, and Spike were all that remained of his hedonistic escapades, though that may have been for the best. Unsure if he’d actually slept or if he’d simply been in a trance-like state, he found himself staring up at the ceiling in a cool puddle of jizz and draconic nectar.
Spike lay atop him, nuzzling his chest, while Ember and Smolder were pressed to his sides. As he’d feared, he was sore - no, more than sore, essentially immobilized from the tribulations he’d weathered. His limbs refused to obey him, there wasn’t a joint in his body that wasn’t screaming from abuse, and his throat and rear felt violated in ways he’d rather not dwell upon - even so, he couldn’t help but grin.
He looked from one dragon to the next, seeing contented smiles on each of their slumbering faces. If nothing else, he had one hell of a story to regale his friends for the rest of his years. Darkness slowly overtook him, carrying him into a deep, restful sleep. There’d be plenty to do once he woke up, broken furniture to mend and a huge mess to clean up, but it had been worth it - by god, it had definitely been worth it…