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Being a Guardian isn't just about teaching hatchlings about how to fight and survive. Nor is it having to put up with long hours hearing people complain about who blew up what or even having to get involved in heavy conflicts. Meeting other cities or tribes to discuss trade can be just as important. It was after such, that the Guardian of Fire was trying to return home from.

"Flying back over open water? Yeah, I think I'll pass." Rift shivered, choosing instead to cross the tall peaks of a mountain range. "May take longer, but at least I won't drown. Besides, what dragon would say no to mountains?"

He sighed, thinking back a few weeks ago when he was briefed on the trade proposal. His "lovely" coworkers once again in secret decided that he would be the one to make the trip. And it was all because he had to take a few days off after his pupil decided to make him a hen.

"I don't mind fish now and then, but a week of just fish is too much." His stomach grumbled in agreement, eager for some of the elk he was cooking up. "I know you're hungry stomach, but we had a deal; I cook my steak, and you don't hate me for it being raw."

With a final breath of flame, the meat became almost charcoal. He smiled in approval before beginning to chew on it. The fact an elk that size even existed in this area surprised him, it would have been suitable for several dozen adult dragons, yet there were none.

Or so he thought. Little had he known, he had company...

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One week ago...

"Seriously? That's ridiculous! There is no reason a room should be 20 shinies a night, even in the castle, where I know the Queen personally!"

A grey and cyan dragoness stomped her front paws in protest. Her long cyan hair fell in her deep blue eyes. She huffed and shook it out of the way and prepared to continue her tirade at the defensive Poodle.

She paused, and glanced over at the orange dragon talking to another receptionist. He was short, shorter than any dragon she'd seen. But his muscles were defined and stocky. She had to stop herself from drooling at the eye-candy.

"Alright, Poodle, who is that hunk of a drake over there?" She questioned, pointing at the orange and silver male. "And why is he here?"

"O-oh, y-yes!" The canine stammered, afraid of facing the wrath of the dragoness. "That would be Fire Guardian Rift from Warfang. He's here for the week to open up some trade relations with Queen Valcyrie."

"He looks fun, and seems a bit timid. Oh, the things I could do with him..." The female shook herself, blowing some frost on herself to cool her warming body. She pulled out a small sack and tossed it to the poodle, paying him no mind. "There's 200 gold. Give me a week and keep the rest."

"R-right a-away Miss?" The poodle stared at all the gold he was given, thinking of what to spend it on. He did however fear for the Guardian, unsure what the dragoness had in mind.

"Whispa... My name is Whispa."

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Present Day

Rift yowled outwardly, unsure if he liked being alone. Usually, he'd have one of his mates with him, safely keeping his mind occupied. But it still beat bringing his pupil with him and being as knocked-up as a drake could be. As it was right now, he was plenty sated with his urges.

His time in the village was spent half on trade relations, and the other half on keeping the Queen pleased. He had always been more of a pleaser than a taker, a fact that she took full advantage of, be it making use of his skilled tongue, or his sizable member. He was just glad that he had safeguards to prevent any unexpected hatchlings, ensuring only Kara would be able to give him and Sithris any eggs.

"Still can't believe Kara did that." He rolled at the thought of his female mate. He'd agreed with her and Sithris to make their relationship open, but even with them frequently enjoying the touch of other dragons, he was reluctant to so much as look at another being. Sure, there were a couple males that made him submit to their whims, but that was after they had rutted his mates and wanted more. He never allowed himself to feel pleasure without his mates with him, until this trip. "Actually, I take that back. Setting me up to get laid because I wouldn't is exactly something she'd do."

A shiver ran through him at the memories of his experience. A tingling warmth radiated from his slit. The scent of the Queen's juices still clung to him.

It was a scent Whispa used to trail him.

"I probably should call it a night." Rift looked at the cave beside him, calling him to rest. "I get up early enough, I might make it back home tomorrow."

Whispa giggled, waiting an hour after the drake fell asleep to come out of hiding. The drake must have been out of it to have failed to notice her own scent all over the cave. She wasn't complaining though. He looked cozy, and he could pay her rent in a special way.

"Awww, he's so cute..." She whispered excitedly. The Queen's scent on him however betrayed the peaceful innocence on his face. She herself had the occasional spout of fun with the Queen, so was more than familiar with it. "You can pay rent later Mister Guardian, but for now, you shall make a good blanket."

With some gentle maneuvering, she'd managed to snuggle up beside the fire dragon, moving his wing over. Almost immediately, the unconscious drake held her tightly, instincts thinking her as one of his mates.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, very nice and war- oh my gosh, is he purring? That's adorable! Alright Heater, sleep well, and be prepared to compensate me."

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The Next Morning

"Hnghhhhhhh, needy Kara?" Rift mumbled softly. He was quite used to his female grinding against him for some morning fun, and his thick shaft was more than happy to be sandwiched between her thighs and vent. Slick juices quickly coated his member, and he rumbled, giving gentle thrusts.

"That's really nice babe." He let out a pleased sigh. The absence of weight behind him caught his attention. "Where'd Sithy run off t-"

His deep blue eyes shot open, realizing the dragoness grinding against him was not Kara. She was gorgeous, and smelled wonderful. All the more reason to panic.

"Oh no oh fuck oh shit where did she come fr- this must be her cave." He gently backed up, whimpering as his instincts begged to breed the sleeping female. He shook himself, trying to think.

"Think Rift; what would Sithy d- he'd fuck her. What about Kara... She'd fuck her too. Cynder? She'd also fuck her. Dammit Rift! Why is everyone you know so horny?"

He smacked his forehead against a stalagtight, distracting himself just long enough to clear his mind. He reached over to his satchel, writing a little note to apologise for using her cave. He placed it beside her sleeping form, along with a few gold coins. With haste, he ran out and flew off.

He'd made it only hours later back to Warfang, only being able to see his two mates just long enough to tell Kara off for her and Queen Valcyrie's scheme, and explain to her and Sithris of how successful the scheme was. He'd left out this morning's incident, hoping to forget about it, though it was proving to be difficult while fresh in his head. He kissed them both, saying farewell before heading to the Temple.

Meanwhile...

"That sweet little shit! How dare he run off like that and not at least say hello for sleeping in my cave." Whispa huffed in disappointment. She grabbed the coins and started counting them. "At least he left me some gold. Not nearly enough for my affection though. Mark my words Guardian, I will get what I'm owed!"

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"Next up is... Oh! I almost forgot!" A pure white dragoness giggled. Her brown eyes looked down at a small piece of paper. "We should get one in orange, match with his scales. What do you think, hub?"

"I still can't believe we haven't put one on him yet." Her companion smiled gently. His black scales were contrasted by white horns. "I'm saying no to him wearing it in public, but I won't say no to having another way to bend my Pest over."

The two dragons were in the market area of Warfang, each wearing saddlebags full of goods. The dragoness had been lucky and received several days off, choosing to spend the first one shopping with her mate. Usually, her partner would have been reluctant to deal with the crowded area, but a few cogs were enough to bribe him.

"You do know he was hiding something from us, right?" The black drake chuckled. "And he was very panicked with whatever it was."

"Well of course I noticed!" The dragoness huffed at her mate. "You don't live with someone for over a decade and not pick up on things like that. Besides, we both know he can't hide things. He's as good at that as is with hiding himself, the orange goofball."

"Chill. Whatever it was, it was enough to freak him out." Black paw lifted up to white neck. "I'm sure if we tie him down and get him needy enough, Rift will tell us everything."

"Did I just hear you say Rift?" Whispa bounced over to the duo, hope clear on her face. Her hair once again fell over her eyes, and she shook it away with some slight irritation. "I just want to rip this stuff off sometimes."

The duo blinked, looking at each other in confusion before turning to the grey female.

"Yes, we did mention Rift." The black drake tilted his head as he observed the newcomer. "And you are?"

"Whispa, of the Vercold Mountains. Do you know where he is? We have some personal matters to discuss."

"Ancestors, that's a bit of a flight!" The white dragoness blurted, quieting down once she noticed the drake making a 'lower your voice' gesture with his paw. "Sorry, Rift's a bit busy being Fire Guardian right now. But we could probably help you out with whatever it was you needed."

"Well..." Whispa pondered for a moment, deciding just to go for brutal honesty. "He slept in my cave last night, snuggled and grinded against me, and then left some gold and an apology note. He could have finished the job and said hello."

"Ohhhhhhh!" Both the white and black dragons laughed, surprising the frost dragon. "That's why he was acting off so much."

"Apologies for his lack of consideration. I'm Sithris." The drake turned to the white dragoness. "And she's Kara. We're Rift's mates. Why don't we go somewhere a little more private to discuss how he can make things up to you."

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"And that looks like that's the last of it today." Rift beamed happily, imagining the snuggle pile he was gonna pull his mates into. "I imagine everyone will be happier now that that damn bear has been banned from trying to toll the gates."

"Indeed Master Rift, even more so if your trade deal was truly successful." Terrador beamed happily, smiling down at the younger drake. "We should hear from them within a few days."

"I should hope so." The Fire Guardian blushed, looking back at how he managed to convince the Queen to ally with them. "Their leader seemed more than happy with me."

"As they should. You might have your father's hot streak, but you've become quite the diplomat." The earth drake pat his companion's shoulder. "He'd be proud."

Yeah... so proud that I've potentially knocked up a powerful ruler...

"Go home, relax." Terrador motioned the fire drake out. "Spend some time with your mate and that black dragon you always seem glued to."

Rift smiled gently and padded his way out.

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"Right there right there!"

Rift blinked, having just landed at the entrance of his cave. Plenty of times he'd arrive back to his mates having some fun, but this was much louder.

"Holy fuck that tongue is perfect!"

He waited several minutes, choosing to respect their privacy a little. He was sure they'd give him the typical speech about it being an equal relationship and he doesn't need to worry about privacy, but he preferred giving them time together outside of him being their common ground. He was about to move to the lake for a drink when a mixture of scents his his nostrils.

I smell Sithris and Kara, but I also smell... Oh Ancestors!

He sprinted into the cave, halting at the image before him.

Sithris was on his own, laying on his back with hind legs spread, twin shafts dripping with need. The male's head was directed to a few feet to the right, where their mate laid against the wall. Kara had her eyes clenched and paws tightly gripping the horns of another dragoness.

It's her, the one from this morning...

Rift let out a staggered breath, too focused on the two females mating to notice the black drake slipping out of sight. He tried to quickly back out, only to find Sithris blocking the exit.

"Going somewhere, Pesky Pesty?"

"I um... I think I'm gonna go out for a bit." The orange drake gulped, seeing the mischievous grin forming on his husband. "I'll let you three get back to your thing."

"Nonsense, why don't you stay." Sithris poked his silver tongue out at his mate. "Whispa was just helping Kara expand her... Resume."

Rift whimpered, being nudged by his spouse to sit and watch the two females. His own body reacted against his will. The scents, sights, and moans filling the cave would have been easily enough to arouse even the most chaste dragon. His slit parted, and his large rigid and knotted member revealed itself.

Kara was beyond bliss. She was very active in sating her desires, enjoying males and females; but this was beyond what she imagined. The tongue was flicking through her sensitive cervix, while also putting ample pressure on her g-spot and clit. It was too much for her to hold back.

"Oh...Ancestors FUCK!" The Wind Guardian curled her tail around Whispa's neck, holding her tightly to Kara's vent. Intense pleasures were forced out as she soaked the grey dragoness' muzzle in her juices. She held her there for several minutes, before she went limp, exhausted from her climax.

A mischievous grin rose up to look at the Guardian.

"I will take that as a compliment. But now, I need to talk to Rift."

The two females shared a passionate kiss, before Whispa turned to Rift.

"Oh no." The fire drake gulped, and used his wings to cover himself. He kept inching his way back, until he was against the wall.

"Oh yes." Whispa grinned evilly. "You sleep in my cave, sleep and grind against me, and leave me an insufficient amount of gold for it without so much as a hello? Clearly, you need to learn how to thank a female such as myself."

"Sithris will show you how it's done." The grey female smiled cheekily at the black drake. "You still up for being the hen?"

"I'd never say no to a good fuck." Sithris smiled back and stretched teasingly, lifting his tail to reveal his eager hole. "Potion is in my satchel."

"What a gentleman." Whispa giggled and pulled the glass bottle out. Without a second thought, she pulled the top off and drank it. The effects were immediate, with a blue shaft emerging from her slit, barbed and knotted with some thick blue ridges. She shivered pleasantly. "Oooh, that feels much better than just using my strap-on."

"I appreciate you keeping it a bit more average size. Big is nice for a stretch, but can be a bit much at times." The electric drake opened a bottle of his own, tipping his tail into it before rubbing it onto and in his rear. "All lubed up Whispa."

"Good. Now Guardian, watch closely. You might learn something." The dragoness climbed over Rift's husband, making sure she was properly aligned. She clamped her maw over his neck in an act of dominance, before slowly pushing herself in.

First Valcyrie, and now this; the dragoness that I woke up to now stuffing a dick in Sithy's ass. I don't remember death being this hot... Rift shook his head, not sure what to think about his body's reactions. His shaft was twitching needily and dribbling little drops of pre, but his vent was also moistening. He wasn't the most into his tailhole being rutted, but the thoughts of what that shaft filling his vent brought out a low whimper.

"Nngh, not bad Whispa." Sithris focused on feeling each ridge and barb sliding in and out of his rear, wincing in a mix of pleasure and slight pain each time she pulled back and the barbs clung to his tunnel. "Definitely know your way around a horny guy. Maybe I can return the favour after th-Ah!"

"Shhh." Whispa scolded the male beneath her. "You are my hen, and Rift will have my vent. Ancestors know he teased me plenty enough in his sleep."

Rift blushed and scooted over to Kara, squeaking in surprise as she winked at Whispa, and pulling his shaft into her maw. He could feel her tongue slipping further down, into his slit. He released a gasping moan, barely able to keep his eyes open for the other pair.

Sithris and Whispa seemed to be having a competition with their mating. The dragoness was rubbing her barbs over the black dragon's prostate, while Sithris used his experience to manipulate his insides into milking her shaft. The electric dragon proved to be the victor.

"Oh gods!" Whispa clamped on his neck once more, buying her knot into his tailhole and filling him with her seed. The force of her orgasm set Sithris off as well, drawing out a strained squeak as his twin members fired off simultaneously.

Rift whined as Kara chose that moment to pull away, leaving him at the edge while his mate spasmed in his climax. He looked to Kara with a pout, to which she simply held up a green collar and leash. He gave no resistance as she clipped the pieces of fabric around his neck.

"I know you're a good little Pest. Sithy and I both know you like to." The Wind Guardian whispered into his ear, bringing out a low moan. "So why don't you make sure to give the pretty dragoness what she's owed."

"I uh-" The Fire Guardian shivered, a mix of fear, arousal, and anxiety. "I need an adult."

"I am an adult." Whispa interjected, slowly removing her disappearing shaft from the tailhole it filled. She purred and kissed Sithris' cheek. "You did good Sweetie. I'd be happy to fuck your ass anytime."

"Consider that a challenge." Sithris tiredly smirked up at her, limping over to Kara and laying on her. "I'll fill you with eggs before you have a chance to even moan."

"It's your husband's eggs I'm after." The dragoness winked before gripping Rift's collar and dragging the squeaking male over to her. "But I thank you for the offer."

"Look, I'm sorry for sleeping in your cave and for my body reacting the way it did." Rift jabbered in panic, trying to diffuse the situation. "I'm sure there's plenty of other dragons in Warfang that could sate you much better than me. Hell, my mates have more experience than me."

"I had my fun with your mates, and it was good." Whispa moved her head close, snouts nearly touching. "But you, I have a soft spot for softies. And Mr. Fire Guardian, for what front you may put up in public, are the softest softie I've ever seen."

Before a protest could escape his maw, she spun around, her blue slit exposing a hint of the pink flesh within. She leaned down towards his shaft, giving it a light lick. A turn of her head, and she smirked with intent. Rift gulped.

"Now I know what you're thinking; Should I ride his face? And the answer might supris-mmph!"

The spice of her nethers silenced him and shut off his hesitation. Blue folds occupied both thoughts and mouth. A mix of need and feminine dominance leaked onto his scales.

A small pant echoed through the cave as he dropped his reservations. His tongue has more than full access to quickly find her clit. He couldn't deny he enjoyed hearing a dragoness moan at his tongue.

Whispa shivered in pleased excitement. He's really good with that. One go isn't gonna be enough. She leaned over and uncapped another bottle, before pouring it's contents over his shaft. A needy whine from under her told her that the effect was instant.

"Can't let you tap out after your first blow, now can I?" She knew a verbal answer wouldn't happen, but a flurry of tongue lashes over her button was just as effective. "Ha-ah, good boy. We're both close. You scratch my back, I'll SCRA-RIFT!"

Without warning, the quivering clit was abandoned with the tongue unleashing a full assault on her g-spot. Her juices exploded, soaking the face of the fire drake and the ground beneath him. Her climax was silenced however, as his hindlegs wrapped around her neck, and he forced his entire member in her maw.

Whispa was locked, knot inflated too wide to pull back as gallons of dragon seed shot down her throat and into her quickly filling belly. She and Rift joined in a chorus of climaxing moans as they did their best to drown each other. Neither were able to notice Sithris roughly mating both of Kara's holes, nor the rare submissiveness in her voice.

The minutes passed before Rift's knot had shrunk enough to release the ever-horny female. He was halfway through an apology before she spun around and forced her maw against his, tongues heartedly exchanging flavours of needy reptiles. She only let off him when she felt his shaft was ready for more.

"You want to try and breed me, don't you?" Whispa smirked and grabbed the leash, grin broadening as the Fire Guardian nodded meekly. Her soaked vent was perfectly lined up with him. "Then why don't we give it a shot."

The dragoness gasped in pleased shock at how stretched she felt with just the tip in. She'd had her fair share of tails and bigger drake's, but this one seemed almost made for her. Not enough to cause her pain, but large enough to challenge her.

Rift kept his mouth shut, eyes glazed over as she rubbed more of her juices over the first ridge. He could hear the unrestrained yelp and moan as that ridge popped in. Ancestors, he could only hope that his fertility-block spell could hold up against what he knew would be dozens of releases. An uncomfortably large part of his mind wanted it to fail.

His thoughts were interrupted as his second ridge popped in. Kara, Sithris, and Queen Valcyrie all expressed fondness for them, large and prominent enough to almost qualify as knots themselves. By the increasing amounts of purring travelling into his sensitive shaft, he'd have to add Whispa to that list.

The last ridge was a test of patience for the dragoness. She was just to the base of it when she realized she couldn't stretch any wider. Nononono! All of it, I need all of it. She lifted herself up, moaning as each ridge popped out. She gave her submissive a look of sheer motivation, before dropping.

Rift couldn't hold back a gasp of near-peak. The dragoness' climax set off all instincts in his body to release his seed. The drop not only succeeded in clearing the final ridge, but taking him to the base. Slits rubbed together as the grey dragoness trembled through rolling orgasm.

She had no idea how long she was drunk on pleasure, but her first realization was that the Guardian managed to hold his own peak back. Such a good boy, I wish I could keep him. Her insides were on fire, pleading her to let the male beneath her take control and fill her with eggs. Maybe she would in the future, but she had a reputation to uphold.

Whispa's previous thoughts about his shaft being made for her were doubled down. She felt very full and stretched, but in a way that she found comfortable, like she could happily keep it in her forever. Desire however, had other ideas.

With several pops, and squeaks from both dragons, all but the large tip was exposed. She knew he'd voluntarily given up his fertility, but her body and mind wanted to make it happen. She dropped again, feeling several more orgasm.

Rift couldn't decide if he was in heaven, or being tortured. Tight dragoness flesh was constantly milking him for seed he was saving for the end. His only saving grace was his knot wasn't fully inflated just yet.

"Good little boy!" Whispa grunted as she got in a rhythm of bouncing, intense orgasms wracking her each time. "Start making an effort, and I'll let you have a turn in control later."

The Fire Guardian didn't hear anything after making an effort. He planted his hind paws to the ground and began to buck with all his energy. He couldn't care about risks, or the fact that he was being held down with a collar and leash, or even that Sithris had both of his shafts in Kara's vent. All his mind and body cared about was filling the female above him with so many eggs that she'd make any brood-hen jealous.

"T-that's it!" Whispa panted in lust. "Make me a Momma. You know you want to seed me, so beg."

"P-please Mistress, let me cum." The small drake pleaded hastily. "I'll give you all of it. If there's eggs, so be it!"

"Look at me!" She gave him a proud smile before lifting herself up one final time, and dropping, taking his full knot, and the tip pressing to her cervix as she cried out.

"Cum!"

Both dragons clenched their eyes as they roared to the world along with their companions. Tight vent worked to extract all the seed as it fired directly into her womb. It grew enough that she might have questioned if she was already gravid, had she not been mewing and writhing on her submissive in overwhelming pleasure.

They continued to be wracked by orgasm after orgasm for several hours, Rift's knot not seeming to relax. Finally, it eased up enough for both to regain their composure. Whispa smiled at him with adoration for blowing her expectations out of the park, while Rift blushed and failed to hide his embarrassment while he was collared.

"You are a good boy. A very good boy." The dragoness kissed his cheek. "Best. Dicking. Ever."

His scales made it impossible to hide his increasingly reddening face. All he could do was watch in morbid curiosity as she slowly lifted herself. Seed exploded from her vent like a shaken bottle of soda, but not changing the large bulge where her womb resided. She could smell his need growing again.

"Why don't we make sure it sticks."

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Six Months Later...

The morning sun reflected off the walls of the comfortable cave. Rift yowled and slowly opened his deep blue eyes. Both of his mates were curled around him, his body making a perfect source of heat.

A smile formed when he saw the growing belly of Kara, knowing just how much he and Sithris put into the spell to ensure their eventual egg would be a perfect hybrid of the three's genetics. It cost him his own solo fertility, but he has no plans for eggs without Sithris and Kara. That made it more of a shock when he saw the pile of dragon eggs sitting at the entrance, along with a note from Whispa.

"Oh Ancestors! I didn't mean to actually make her gravid!"

He gulped nervously. Sure he seeded her for several hours that night... and pretty much all of the couple days after that.. And a couple days every month after "Diplomatic Relations" with Queen Valcyrie, but the spell was supposed to prevent that unless Sithris climaxed along with him in the same womb. Only when he actually read the note did he finally understand.

Dear Rift,

I hope you got a laugh at these Cassowary eggs. You always say you're gonna fill me with eggs, so I thought I'd play a little prank on you. They are also very delicious. Just don't go looking for some yourself, the drake I got them from lost an eye by an angry mom. Anyways, I hope you enjoy them and I'm really looking forward to your next visit.

With Love,

Whispa

P.S. Congrats to you three on your egg. It'll be such a sweetie"

"That cheeky shit." Rift chuckled and snuggled back in with his mates. "Maybe I should follow through with that threat one day."