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(Author's note: This chapter will be from Brigirth's point of view. It may not advance the plot much, but expect lots of sticky fun~. Also, while Nimei is a "boy," he is a petite 20-year-old with a very small cock. He is fully grown and proportional.)

Brigirth was busy from the moment that the newcomers arrived. It didn't take long for them to realize his unique quirk and take advantage of it, and he spent nearly every waking moment trying to please them. As if his wildest dreams had come to life, he reveled in his new masters. Anything they asked for, he would try his best to provide. More often than not, this meant letting the others use him as a sex toy.

Ko was one of his favorites. The tanuki wasn't particularly dominant, but something about his amiable but firm guidance brought chills down the submissive dragon's spine. Rather than 'master,' Brigirth secretly called him 'Daddy,' though he'd rather die than admit it. He would service Ko twenty-four hours a day if he could, but he had to settle for their morning meetups. As the tanuki drank his morning tea, Brigirth settled between his legs for his favorite part of the day.

Swinging, juicy balls were just as productive as they looked. Brigirth massaged them with reverence, and as he pressed kisses over their heavy splendor, he could feel the tanuki's heavy hooded cock drooling a thick rope of pre down his back. Sweat pooled between the tanuki's heavy orbs, and Brigirth made sure to lick every drop, bathing himself in the chubby man's scent. He smelled like a musky forest, and his scent was sure to cling to the dragon's scales.

"That's it, lad. You're such a good boy for helping this old man relax." The tanuki's plush fingers caressed the dragon's horns, taking a soft hold of them and guiding his open, drooling maw to the hard tip of his cock. Ko never forced him, but his grip was firm and insistent, and Brigirth could never even dream of resisting the throbbing, half-flaccid member in front of his nose. As kind eyes stared down at him from the tanuki's chubby face, Brigirth could feel his stomach knot and his small cock jump between his legs.

Draconic lips were eager to please, and soft, slurping sucks rolled the foreskin from the tanuki's half-hard cock with practiced ease, his tongue seeking out Ko's most sensitive spots and swiping away oozing desire. There was something perverse in the way that the tanuki's mature cock could never fully harden, and Brigirth loved the way it moved under his tongue. Each hilt brought a reassuring pat from the luxuriating tanuki, and Brigirth's grateful hands massaged his big balls. He could hear the soft hitch in Ko's breath, dragging his cock from his lips until just the sensitive head rolled spongily against his greedy tongue. Tasting the tanuki's load was mandatory. He wouldn't waste it in his throat.

Ko's orgasm was just as plentiful as his rotund body and swaying balls. Gooey spurts without much force behind them flowed from the tip like nectar, and Brigirth braced himself, his red cheeks swelling rhythmically, then hollowing as he took each in stride. Tanuki seed filled his stomach, bulging it out with sloshing satisfaction, and his gentle hands milked Ko's cock for every drop, drawing a lazy moan from the older man's parted lips. It was almost as if the man was feeding him.

The tanuki's kiss always set Brigirth's stomach aflutter, but this time as he drew the dragon into a lazy oral embrace, he couldn't hold his worship. "Daddy..." He breathed, his voice cracking as he realized his slip up. Fuck. He wouldn't be able to live this down.

The tanuki's kind smile eased the bit of panic the dragon felt. "You can call me Daddy if you like, my boy. But if you want to be a good daddy's boy, you should stop by my house tonight. You can explore what it's really like." He winked, and as Brigirth tried to leave, he felt a chubby pair of hands cup his ass. Yeah, Ko was his favorite for a reason.

Cradling the slight swell of his stomach, Brigirth checked in on his forge. His newest project, a tall planter for Ko to grow herbs in, far above the forest rabbits, was coming along nicely, and the final piece finished cooling. He wondered if he should bring it with him as a gift to the older man later that night. Bending down to secure the metal to the rest of the structure, he felt a heavy flop between his rear cheeks.

"Ssso. You're the cumdump I've heard ssso many praissse. How about you spread your legs and let me work off some of thisss tension." The muscular naga had a firm hold on Brigirth's hips, and he ground one of his dual cocks along the dragon's smooth, scaly ass. His member was hot to the touch, likely because he'd been soaking up the forge's ambient heat.

Always eager to please, the dragon abandoned his work and followed the snake's lead, his ass clenching in anticipation as his legs spread wide to show off that maroon pucker. He felt thick fingers delve into his hole, whimpering softly at their unlubed state. Still, he didn't resist, and as the naga's upper half came into view, he looked down in submission, unable to meet the snake-man's eyes.

"Good boy. You're nice and sssoft. I've got a reward for you." The naga's free hand pulled at the dragon's horn, and he found his panting mouth stuffed with an emerald nipple. The snake used the dragon's mouth as though it were a rag, guiding his tongue over those well-defined pectorals and making them glisten. When he released the dragon's head, he hissed in pleasure. "That'sss it. Worssship." He prompted, clenching his chest and stuffing a third finger into Brigirth's needy ass. His twin cocks were growing to their full length under his well-defined abdominals, and the tip of his thick tail coiled around Brigirth's feet.

Shivering and desperate to please, the dragon traced every inch of the snake's chest, sucking at those hardened nipples. His needy tongue swirled over the cleft between the snake's pecs, and he felt them clench on either side of his face, forcing a whimper of surprise from his throat and making him struggle, breathless until the naga released him. His cock throbbed needily, and he looked up at the dominant snake with submissive respect. A good bottom recognized a proper top.

"Ssspit." The snake pointed down to his twin cocks, and after Brigirth obeyed, letting two thick globs of dragon drool coat the pointed tips and drool down their widening lengths, his fingers left the dragon's gaped and needy hole. He wasn't empty for long, as those dual lengths stretched him instantly and seared his hole with a burning stretch. The naga gripped his horns with both hands, forcing him down onto all fours and using them as handholds to pound into that wine-colored ass.

Brigirth's ass felt like twin hot pokers thrust into him, but the naga's dominance drew needy moans from his open mouth, and he shoved back into every thrust, desperately clenching and begging for those twin cocks to fill his aching hole. Situations like this were when he felt the most alive, being used and abused by his betters, and he felt as if he were in a cock-drunk haze. He needed to be filled, desperate to be put in his place.

When the naga finished, sharp fangs bit into Brigirth's neck, and although they didn't pierce his scales, it added an air of danger to the warm feeling filling the dragon's deepest points, swelling his already bulging stomach with even more molten seed. Emerald-colored hands slapped the dragon's ass hard enough to draw a yelp and make his gaping hole snap shut for a second. "Good ssslut." Gods, he knew how to dominate. Brigirth would have to seek him out again.

Stumbling as his ass throbbed, swollen and dripping, Brigirth left the forge in a daze. He needed a place to digest all this cum and relax his aching hole, so he stumbled into the bathhouse, sliding into the water and whimpering softly as the heat infused his stinging entrance. He could feel the seed oozing from him, and as he massaged his aching hole, small strings of naga cum drifted from his gape to mix with the water.

He wasn't alone in the baths, and he felt soft waves in the water as the others sloshed to his side. A pair of fox ears drifted into view, and a mischievous smile greeted his view. Nimei, and his constant companion, Peak, waved to him. The kitsune giggled, and Brigirth could see Peak's hand clenching his bubble butt. "We were wondering if you could help us. I'm not sloppy enough for Peak right now, and I can't help but notice that you're hard~. Let me take care of that for you?" His voice was soft and sweet, but Brigirth had seen the boy in sluttier situations than even himself. Those sweet pink lips and pretty eyes hid lecherous thoughts that would make the most prudish man strip.

Peak was looking away, but the smaller male's tail teased against a massive barbed cock that showed his love for the situation. He shifted from side to side, and his cock bobbed. Brigirth knew from experience just how long the manticore could rut once he had a sloppy hole around his cock, and those tawny balls did his emissions no justice. Brigirth was disappointed that he was too sore for that mammoth member himself, but he supposed this would have to be the next best thing.

Sliding out of the water, the dragon patted his lap, his small cock bouncing with the promise of a rare penetration. He bit his lip, staring down as his small cock slid against the smooth, moist cleft of the kitsune's ass. Skin softer than silk kissed his tip, and the experienced ass swallowed his woefully small cock with practiced ease. He knew that he was far from big enough to please the boy, but somehow that made the feeling currently massaging his cock even better. Using his cock as foreplay was perfect, as long as they treated him like the slut he was.

The kitsune wiggled on his lap, and he ran a hand over Brigirth's cheek. Silky bubble butt bouncing along the dragon's meager length, the fox-eared boy let out a cooing moan. "That's it. Just relax and let me take care of it~." His free hand reached out to Peak's cock, and he stroked its massive length, his puny pink cock rolling against Brigirth's stomach. Even the kitsune's cock was cute, only a few inches long and glistening with a pearl of pre at the tip.

A soft, purring growl left Peak's lips, and he disappeared from view. Sandpapery, drooling licks rolled over the dragon's exposed cock between shallow dips into the kitsune. Vibrating kisses pressed to the dragon's heavy balls, and he squirmed under the kinky dual assault. If Peak wanted a messy hole, he was going to get it. Brigirth's balls boiled with the promise of a gooey finish, and he tensed.

Nimei pulled out to the tip as he started to cum, and each pulsing throb of Brigirth's cock met a sweeping lick of the lion's rough tongue that set him off further, milking more from his aching balls. As his soft undersized cock fell from the kitsune's greedy hole, the boy fell forward onto his stomach, pinned underneath his leonine lover. He stretched, rubbing his face against the dragon's chest with a lazy groan and lifting his ass into the lion's desperate assault.

Brigirth could feel every hard thrust of the lion's cock through the boy's stretched stomach, and a soft trickle of his seed drooled down from their passionate coupling to coat his package. Sandwiching the kitsune between Brigirth and his powerful thrusts, the manticore captured the dragon's mouth with his own in a domineering kiss, then growled out. "Fuck. You got him so fucking slippery." Lewd, sloppy sounds filled the silent bathhouse. Brigirth was fascinated by the lion's cum covered cock sliding in and out of the delicate kitsune's perfect ass, the boy's tails flattened against his back in a wanton attempt to show off the sight.

Telltale throbs alerted the dragon to Peak's finish, and he felt the bulge in the boy's stomach shiver, then bounce with orgasmic pulses. Nimei's silver eyes looked up at him and winked, the boy pressing a soft kiss to his cheek when the manticore pulled out of him. "Thanks. You're a good fuck." His praise brought heated embarrassment to Brigirth's cheeks, and if not for his scales, he probably would have blushed.

As the inseparable couple settled by the pool with Nimei's pert behind planted in Peak's lap, they passionately kissed. Rolling their hips against each other, Brigirth saw three of the manticore's fingers lazily fingering the boy's malleable rear. They would likely be there for hours as Peak abused that drooling entrance to his heart's content. They fit each other like a glove, and Brigirth smiled as he watched them.

He left the bathhouse feeling refreshed, though his ass still tingled with discomfort if he didn't walk slowly enough. He reminded himself to pre-loosen his hole before meeting with Ashix again. Daydreams of his next pounding were interrupted by a soft pat on his back.

"Hey, dude! You look like you've been having fun." Treant was puffing on some rolled-up leaf he'd set on fire. His eyes were bloodshot, and judging by his relaxed, dopey expression, he was high. "I'm feeling a bit hungry, bro. You should let me suck your dick." The satyr pressed in close, and Brigirth felt a hand close on his softened cock, stroking it softly.

Treant didn't wait for an answer. On his knees in seconds and putting his improvised drugs aside, he sniffed at the dragon's soft cock. He took the dragon's small cock into his mouth with slow, savoring licks, and it was clear from the sloppy, drool dripping depths of his mouth that he enjoyed every second of its throb to life. Though the dragon's meager endowments couldn't fill the satyr's soft mouth, his tongue pressed against it, tightening the fit until it felt as if he would slurp out the dragon's soul.

Brigirth quivered, trying his best to hold back, but he only lasted a few seconds under the satyr's oral ministrations, firing thick ropes of dragon cream to be hungrily sucked down that slurping maw. As soon as he finished, he became keenly aware of a need to relieve himself. He hadn't pissed since before he met with Ko, and his bladder made itself known with a dull ache.

The lazy satyr rolled his tongue over the sensitive head, refusing to pull back as the dragon's need became greater and greater. Softly whimpering, Brigirth relieved himself into the satyr's mouth, prompting a surprised snort from the blissed-out man. The satyr pulled back but kept his maw open and tongue hanging out. "Fuck yeah, dude. You're nasty. Gimme." He gulped down the dragon's piss without complaint, his hands rubbing the golden liquid into his groin and over his cock.

It was time to make dinner, and as he left the satyr on the ground, stroking his cock and rubbing the dragon's piss into his skin and fur, Brigirth reveled in the blissful ache of his overused body. With each orgasm given and taken into his body, he could feel a sense of fulfillment that hundreds of years of toiling in front of a burning forge could never match. All thanks to Master Russell~.