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Firnen's Firsts

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dragonscale

Firnen was a younger dragon than Thorn and Saphira, although that did not make him any less of a dragon, not by any means. A drake that was smaller than both, as they had lived for longer, but was agile and lively, bright-eyed and still finding his place in the world.

He didn't quite fit in with the older pairing of Thorn and Saphira, it had to be said, when Arya visited them in the East, leaving the dragons together while she spent time with the other Dragon Riders. They had become a little cut off from each other since the war, though Firnen had not lived through as much of the war as them, despite the role he had, in the end, played in it.

There were traumas that the older dragons held close to their hearts that they didn't want Firnen to experience and yet it still drew a subtle line between them.

"Hello, Saphira, Thorn."

Firnen bowed his head respectfully and they did the same, though they had been apart for quite some time and they did not have the bond that they once did. It was seen in their stilted greetings, hesitant around one another, Saphira, for once, looking to Thorn as if she thought that the other dragon could at least give her some lead in what to do.

Things were not all that bad though, not as they showed him where they went down to the lake to drink, taking advantage of the cooler temperatures to fly, though the land there was more undulating. It was a place to grow crops and they all flew low over the fields, people waving up to them, though it was a land of humans, missing the dwarves and the elves that they had grown so accustomed to.

Together, they rekindled their relationship, their friendship, talking and swapping stories around the fireplace, though Firnen lamented that he had spent most of his time in the Elven Forest, not even needed to fly. He spoke of how he wanted to stretch his wings and soar, though with Arya's role in the kingdom there was only so much that he could do. Dragons forever would be bound to their riders and there was no dragon alive, that they knew of, that would have ever wanted that separation to go their own way. It was a special bond that only those that had experienced it could know for themselves.

However, his interest in Saphira was hard for the smaller dragon to hold back, always watching her out of the corner of his eye, making the older dragoness feel as if the scales were itching on the back of her neck. It was a sixth sense of some kind, one that most dragons and humans had, though some were more in tune with it than others, knowing when she was being watched, even if she didn't turn her head to see that it wasFirnen.

At first, she tried to ignore it, his clumsy advances, his attempts to collect wildflowers for her. Firnen offered to take her down to the lake to drink, even though she, rather huffily, told him that she was more than capable of doing that for herself. When that didn't work, Firnen brought her fresh kills, going between different species of animals in an attempt to find what she liked the best, though he forgot to ask her first. Not that Saphira would have told him, of course, but that would have been a good first step for any dragon trying to court another so that they may best woo their prospective partner.

"I don't know what to do about him," she sighed, shaking her head as she laid with Thorn before the fire one night, out in the open so that they could track the movement of the stars together. "He is so...persistent. I keep saying no..."

Thorn nuzzled her cheek, sitting close to her, their sides brushing.

"I have told him too," Thorn assured her, "but you should only do what you are comfortable with, Saphira, truly."

She knew that Thorn supported her, but, of course, the drake that knew her better than even she knew herself could not have failed to notice that she enjoyed the attention in a small way. Who wouldn't? The gifts were pleasant enough, though she still made sure to tell him that she was not interested in growing closer in that way, directly telling him that she was not interested in being mates.

Yet Firnen was young and didn't have the experience of being around many other dragons either, which was understandable, considering the circumstances of his hatching and growing up. Someone who had been around other dragons might have realised that they were breaking social conventions, being too pushy, though Firnen simply could not have known that. That was just why it was up to them, in whichever way seemed most fitting, to teach him where boundaries and limits lay, that he could not, even inadvertently, push others around when he wanted something.

No meant no, after all.

Thorn watched Firnen carefully one evening as the drake sidled up to Saphira. There had been the gift of an elk earlier that day, which she had accepted, but, once again, re-instated that she was not interested in being more than friends. Even though that had not happened all that long ago, he pressed the issue, purring very softly and throatily as he rubbed against her, ignoring how Saphira stepped away from him.

Thorn kept an eye on him, though was about to step in when Saphira grimaced and shook her head, wings already raised as if to take flight.

"Firnen, I really do not think..."

But she didn't get the chance to set him straight as Firnen took his chance while she was ever so slightly distracted, snaking his tail up between her legs. She gasped, the pressure over her slit sending her mind spinning - but not in a good way.

Her body locked up and she was already hissing as she whirled on him, though Thorn was swifter than her. Even though he had wanted to make sure that she didn't think that he was going to fight her battles for her, he was ready to step in whenever Firnen crossed the line that Saphira had set: and that line had very much been crossed. He pounced with a snarl, slamming the smaller drake into the grass, the sunset slipping softly into the edge of twilight to his back, teeth bared.

"She said no."

Saphira backed off, her wings mantled over her back, though Thorn's defence of her had, at the very least, startled her out of anything untoward, memories of the darker times of the war slipping away. Panting softly, she strained to get her breathing back to normal, even as Thorn bore Firnen down to the ground, putting more weight on him, the green dragon pinned on his side, tail snaking back and forth.

"I... Unff..."

Firnen tried to appear appeasing, small, but that was hard to do when the ability to do so was stripped from him. Above him, Thorn growled, his face shoved close to the other dragon's muzzle, though Firnen couldn't say anything, heart pounding, something deeper than even his attraction to Saphira curling within the pit of his belly.

It was carnal, it was primal...and it was so much more than what Firnen had expected. He squirmed under Thorn's touch even as Saphira watched, his breath hitching, the resulting shudder pouring down the length of his body. Slowly, his tail stilled before her eyes, only the tip curling back and forth, the slit at the base of his belly that hid his member plumping out slowly, swelling at the edges.

"Unnnggghhhh..."

Saphira cocked her muzzle. But Thorn was already backing away, certain that he had given the green dragon the scare that he had needed, needing to set him back in his place purely so that he didn't bother Saphira anymore. With a jerk of his head, he sent Firnen off, the green dragon stepping away once he was back on his feet, lowering his head and forelegs submissively to the ground.

"I'm sorry," he panted, still catching his breath. "I know... I understand..."

Thorn nodded his head, though he still turned away without a word and took Saphira's offer to take to the air once more. When things had calmed down between all three of them, they would spend time with Firnen again, bonding as dragons, but some space, for the time being, would do all of them good.

Up in the air, Saphira flew close to the red dragon, brushing one of his wings gently with hers in silent thanks. They'd been together for so long that that silent communication was more than enough for them.

"He liked that more than I think you noted, Thorn."

The red dragon jerked in mid-air, though recovered himself swiftly, his lower jaw slack.

"That cannot be true, Saphira," he hissed, though it was purely from surprise. "What an insatiable little cretin! He does not have the years of experience that we do, you said no so many times and all he did was continue to push!"

Saphira shook her head, lips twitching softly.

"He was almost hard under you," Saphira said. "And I do not believe that Firnen will try to push my boundaries again. Perhaps I should have responded like that too, though I do not have any interest in him in that way."

Thorn considered that, though there was little more to be said as little had actually happened. It was only something that the dragons could bear in mind.

Eragon and Saphira conferred, a scouting mission - nothing too strenuous, but enough to dip their toes in the water of actual work again - coming up that was well-suited to them. It would take her away from Thorn, but their bond could not be broken with only a short time apart. In fact, the dragons thought that they would be able to spend months on end apart, even though they would not choose such a thing, always coming back to the same routine and rhythms together had brought them such comfort before.

Before she left, however, she sat with Thorn, her saddle in place upon her back, strapped around her chest and belly, behind her forelegs.

"If you want to explore things with Firnen," she said, not hiding her feral, dragon grin, showing too many teeth. "You may. It could be interesting to see him find his place a little more."

He tried to assure her that he would not do anything without her, but she all but insisted. It was not a relationship that was restricted, though she might have thought otherwise if he had bonded with another, whether they were a drake or a dragoness, as he had with her. As long as all was well between them, Saphira was more than keen to allow Thorn to indulge himself and see just what the little green drake could enjoy too.

If it took the attention off her too, that was hardly a bad thing at all...

With Saphira gone, Firnen tentatively crept back in alongside Thorn, though he was more careful to keep a respectful distance. He didn't want to push the boundaries, of course, that had been set, for he had most certainly learned his lesson when the dragon and dragoness had taken a stronger tact with him.

"Thank you for allowing me back, Thorn," he said quietly, the fire flickering between them as twilight eased into darkness, the stars twinkling high above. "I did not mean any offence, but I understand and see that I took things far too far. I should never have done that. I am sorry."

"It is not me that you need to apologise to, Firnen," Thorn said quietly, though he was softly pleased that Firnen had taken the initiative on that side of things. "But Saphira. I am confident that all will now be well between you, but that is something that you should say to her, first and foremost."

Firnen nodded and, as the green dragon laid his head down, Thorn's eyes gleamed. He would not push things beyond Firnen's boundaries either, especially after seeing how it had affected Saphira, but that didn't mean that he couldn't see if there was something there. Perhaps there was even something that both Firnen and him could enjoy...

Thorn chose his moment carefully, waiting until Firnen was looking away before he pounced. In a single breath, he was over the dragon, pinning his green scales all over again, though there was a more calculating look in his eye than there had been the first time he'd done it. Firnen gasped, flanks shuddering, though he did not move, his jaws parted, even if he was not trying to fight back.

Thorn tested Saphira's theory, nibbling on the smaller drake's neck, some part of him revelling in the power. He was cautious to not take it too quickly, in case things were wrong, yet at the mere touch of Thorn's sharp teeth on his neck Firnen quivered and moaned, his wings shuffling under his pinned body. Trapped on his side and yet not doing a thing about it, Firnen's cock-slit plumped up, his testes like the others and held internally.

"Hm... Perhaps Saphira was right about you."

Firnen blinked up at him, not understanding.

"What?"

But Thorn had tested the theory, at least for the night, backing off, having learned all that he needed to know. For him, after that, it was up to him to know what he wanted to do with the information.

The night closed quietly around them, though it took a longer time for Firnen to roll back onto his stomach, nose dipped to the ground, his wings tucked around him, along with his tail, as if he was trying to hide something. From the mixed scents in the air, it was obvious that he was aroused, even though the younger dragon concealed the physical evidence of his arousal.

The dragons took to the air the next day to go hunting, though they did not have to hunt every single day for sustenance, creatures of feast and famine, only needing a greater amount of food at certain times of the year. They didn't talk, scouting for prey, even though Thorn was more curious to see whether there was something deeper still within Firnen that begged bringing to the surface.

He watched Firnen out of the corner of his eye, tail swinging lightly back and forth, acting as a rudder as he flew. The green dragon flew a little lower than him, eyeing up a copse of trees that could contain a herd of fallow deer, judging by the damage to the outer trees and surrounding vegetation. But Thorn was no longer interested in hunting as he watched the dragon's form, how his muscles contracted to steady his flight, wings spread wide.

It was the perfect opportunity. Snatching his cancel, Thorn circled above Firnen until he was about to lower himself, losing altitude until he was able to control how much weight he put on the younger dragon's back.

"Oof!"

Firnen gasped and looked back, though didn't complain, though a rippling contraction rolled through his body, from nose to tail. Without saying anything, Thorn shot him a cheeky yet feral grin, bearing down, Firnen simply not able to support his weight. Truth be told, few dragons in the world could have held Thorn's weight, so it was hardly a failing on Firnen's part as they descended to the edge of the forest, Thorn's wings half-closed over his back. He didn't want to be in a position where he could not abruptly snap them back open again if he needed to.

Slowly but surely, they descended, all the way down until Thorn steered them to a clearing where the trees had thinned out a little. The red drake did not release the younger dragon, clenching him lightly, tail even dropping to softly caress Firnen's.

That, however, only made the landing harder as Firnen grunted and gasped, the wind knocked out of him. The drake snuffled into the grass, dazed and trying to get his bearings, though it was not as if he had much of a chance to do anything as Thorn growled imperiously over him.

"I think it's time that you and I became better acquainted, small one..."

Thorn's lips twitched as he took charge, growling deeply, lust rising in the pit of his belly. Oh, it was a good thing that Saphira had given him free will to do what he wanted with Firnen, though he was still exceptionally careful not to push things too far, always taking it slowly, checking in with Firnen. The dragon didn't seem to know what to do with himself as Thorn nipped at his neck, giving him a harder bite when Firnen shuddered and moaned, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure even as his tail snaked back and forth in confusion.

Still, he did not give Firnen any chance to escape, being a more experienced dragon when it came to combat and such, even though the rippling tremors told the tale for Firnen. The green dragon panted openly, moaning, not sure what was happening to him, but the rush of pleasure and desire was not something that could so easily be set aside, not even for him.

"Oh..." He moaned. "Thorn... That... You..."

Thorn grinned, head raised proudly as he shoved Firnen onto his side, all so that he could see what was happening better. His own cock had already pushed from his slit, swelling and pumping full of blood, but Firnen was slowly, his tail pushing back as if to expose himself on his side while the slow slide of his cock freeing itself begged attention. Growling deeply, Thorn rolled his hips against Firnen, grinding his cock between his legs from behind as if he was penetrating him, though he had to keep right to the very top of the dragon's legs, where the scales were softer and more vulnerable. Regular dragon scales would not have been anywhere near as pleasant to grind on...

Firnen groaned deep in the back of his throat, rocking back, and Thorn graced him with a hiss, forcing his legs apart a little more as the full length of Firnen's cock made itself known. In the open, the lightly curved length throbbed obviously, the dragon's arousal impossible to hide.

Firnen moaned.

"Please... Thorn..."

"Do you want me to take care of you, small one?"

Firnen nodded and moaned, lowering his head submissively, even though he didn't know quite what he was doing. That didn't matter so much, if consent was there, as long as the desire for one another was there as Thorn bowed his legs a little, grinding over Firnen's rump, seeking out the slit under his tail. His backdoor entrance beckoned and Thorn rubbed back and forth, the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum, though that was all the warning that Firnen was going to get as Thorn adjusted his position.

With a low, roiling hiss, Thorn pushed into Firnen, very slowly, inch after thick inch spreading the younger dragon out for the first time. Firnen groaned and tried to arch under Thorn, though the stronger dragon kept him in place for their shared pleasure, pushing deeper and deeper, his teeth on Firnen's neck.

"Mmmm... You're so tight," he hissed, sharing the moment with Firnen, even if there was no question as to who the dominant partner of the pair was. "Take everything... All of it!"

That was all Firnen wanted to do, succumbing to pleasure, slowly understanding a little better, though his true understanding of pleasure would only come later, much later, when he had more sexual experiences under his belt. Panting heavily, he tried to work his hips back, but Thorn held him too tightly, teeth sinking past the scales of his neck in a mating bite, penetrating and holding him in place. Right where he was meant to be, all for the lust and the might of the dominant male.

He may not have forced the smaller dragon to take his cock hard, yet Thorn allowed him time to get used to being penetrated, as much he wanted to pound, wanted to fuck, wanted to completely and utterly lose himself in thrust after thrust. Firnen's squirms under him were so delicious, wanting more, though Thorn made him wait for it, lashing his neck with his tongue, teeth clamped, relishing in every twitch of the dragon's tight passage around his cock.

Only when Firnen was whining and whimpering, tail lashing back around Thorn's leg, did he give the little dragon all that he needed, thrusting harder.

"Ohhhh..."

Firnen's moans filled the air as Thorn fucked him, hammering in harder and faster, testing all that he was capable of. He didn't know whether Thorn usually mounted like that or not, but he loved it, his heart pounding, need coursing through him with every beat. It was everything that he had never even known that he'd wanted and all thoughts of Saphira had been easily wiped from his mind as if they had never existed.

No... All that mattered then was Thorn's cock, how he took him, how he claimed him, how even Firnen knew that he was safe under the larger dragon while he pounded him ruthlessly, making him cry out lustfully. Whereas he had tried, before, to work out what Saphira had liked, he had been too inexperienced as a virgin to understand what it was that a dragon needed sexually, that the needs of one might not always have lined up with the needs of another.

He was lucky, however, that Saphira had seen the start of his need, the flickering of desire that led to more, even if he had not known it for himself.

Thorn trembled with need. He couldn't fuck Saphira like that, not when she needed a lighter touch, more caring copulation, even if he would never have forced her. And yet it was delectable to thrust and thrust, to give himself over utterly to feral need and instinct, cramming every inch he had at his disposal into Firnen's tight hole with ruthless, wild abandon. Firnen hissed for him, begging through broken sentences and garbled words for more, to go deeper, and he was more than willing to give every stroke to the smaller drake that he desired. Even the size difference was alluring, taking someone smaller and weaker and knowing that they adored it too, even if they both got very different things out of their coming together.

He let himself go, roaring as he pounded into Firnen, using his strength, muscles contracting, need pumping through. Barely even aware of his surroundings, he was by no means on guard while he sank, repeatedly, into Firnen's tight hole, claiming the younger dragon with raw, ruthless intent. Before his lustfully greedy eyes - sexually only - he watched Firnen's cock ache and throb, though he broke only briefly from Firnen's neck to take in his partner, to relish in his own power and control over Firnen where it gave them both exactly what they needed.

That meant, however, that he was completely oblivious to the fact that Saphira and Eragon had returned early from their scouting mission, though Saphira was thankfully alone when she descended, having dropped Eragon back off in town. She had sensed something was up, as if there was a ripple in the atmosphere of the forest that was their favoured hunting ground, though hadn't known quite what.

That had become clear though as she circled the barer ground on the edge of the trees where Thorn and Firnen had come down, watching, curiously, from a distance as his cock sank into Firnen. It was a coming together of two bodies that a part of her longed for, though she didn't think that was something that she would ever be able to handle for herself.

She grunted, withdrawing a little, tail snaking unhappily through the air. And Thorn was being so rough with Firnen! That was more, yes, especially with the bite, than she had expected, even if the powering strokes and simple mounting may have been what she'd wanted, one day, for herself and expected. She'd never seen that side of Thorn before and perhaps it should not have set her on edge as much as it did, yet she was not to be put at fault for the memories that rose, snarling in the back of her mind.

Dubious, she reached out mentally to Firnen, checking in with him, ready to plummet and knock Thorn away if needed. And yet all she found there was a roiling, swathing sea of lust, the younger dragon moaning and touching her mind with his own, even though he was so sexually caught up that he could not form words. Though what she felt was pleasure, extreme ecstasy, coursing through her as he yearned to unload his seed, to spill it helplessly across the scales of his belly and over the ground as his body flexed in the older dragon's grip.

For now, however...Thorn kept him on the edge, backing off his strokes at just the right time, chuckling throatily when the smaller dragon squirmed and whined. But Firnen's deeper submissive enjoyment of it, new to them both, confirmed for her that it was what he wanted, even if it was, of course, completely unseen and unheard of by either of them prior.

Well, that was reassuring at least, even if she could not imagine just what in Firnen lusted for such a thing so much. Circling down, she watched them carefully still as she made her way down to land in the clearing, even if there was something that she could not ignore too.

For Saphira's slit had become a little plumper, a little warmer, a little more flushed with blood that had not been there before. She panted, catching her breath, though could not resist pulling her tail back against her slit, rubbing down over it, increasingly aroused and even more so as she exchanged a look with Thorn.

"I did not...mmph...expect you back so early..." Thorn growled, breathless in his strokes, yet revelling in dominance. "I'm so glad...to see you."

Saphira cocked her head, lifting her tail from her sex, eyes alight.

"I think I came at just the right time," she murmured, her voice husky with need. "Take him, Thorn. You've more than earned the right to fill him with your seed..."

Even though Thorn had already decided that he was not going to allow Firnen to cum - that was just one more thing that they could play with, with him - he pounded him ruthlessly, aching for his high. It was all that mattered to the dominant dragon in the heat of the moment, raw passion coiled inside him, desperate for release.

Yet holding back was not something at all that Thorn had to worry about as Firnen quaked under him and he bellowed out his lust, unloading within him. With every throb of his cock, another hot rope of virile cum splattered up inside him, even if there was not, of course, any chance of pregnancy arising from the copulation of two males. That was not the intent as Firnen quivered and moaned, head sinking submissively down, though Firnen still had no way of knowing that the two dragons had even more in mind for him than he could have anticipated.

There was still confusion, of course, within Firnen. His need was one thing - but what was he to do with it? He'd seen elves and humans doing sexual things before, once he had become a fully-grown adult dragon, but it hadn't seemed clear to him how that applied to actual dragons. What Thorn did to him there didn't seem to apply either, yet the curling twists of heated lust and his throbbing cock made that quite clear for him, a warm purr building in the back of his throat as he laid there submissively, Thorn withdrawing to spend the last of his load over his slit and the base of his tail, marking him as his.

Saphira shivered, watching Thorn's cock, dripping with cum, as he pulled out. One day, she vowed to herself, she would take Firnen's place in an equally hard mating. Whether or not it was for her, she would experience how it felt to be taken like that, to have such powerful, ruthless, dominant intent flowing over her. One way or another, she would try it, at least once.

She would not let the terrors of her past haunt her where she had the will to fight them.

Head held high, she murmured, heat simmering within her.

"Hold him down still, Thorn," Saphira growled, tail lashing back and forth in open need. "I have something in mind."

Pinning Firnen on his stomach, Thorn watched Saphira curiously, though was happy to take a break after climaxing. It would take him a while to be ready again, though it swiftly became clear what Saphira had in mind as she lowered her hindquarters towards Firnen's head, her slit parted and lightly damp, begging attention. That was not something that Firnen would know how to do, how to please, so Thorn assisted by hooking his claws under Firnen's horns.

"Oof!"

He was submissive, to be used between then, though there was not a shred of abuse between them, not as Firnen's heart pounded. One moment he was being fucked and the next he had a dragoness' drooling slit before his eyes, his mouth hanging open, even if he didn't know what to do. He thought there was something, but glancing back at Thorn only had his head being hooked up and pressed closer to Saphira's slit, her tail waving back over his head.

"Lick."

One command from Thorn, however, helped Firnen as he gave a small murmur of understanding, immediately lashing his tongue out over her sex and dipping inside. Saphira shuddered, groaning deep in the back of her throat, but relaxed back into it. Even though she had ridden Thorn for their mating sessions, they were mutually in control - but, with Firnen, she could be completely in control, rocking onto his muzzle and tongue, her juices flowing more freely, dripping onto his snout.

It was a difference that she could not ignore as pleasure built within her, Firnen whimpering against her slit. She grinned, sharing a look with Thorn. That was a much better position, after all that, to have the little dragon in! Not on her back, mounting her, as he had originally wanted...

Thorn pressed Firnen's head up against her harder, more roughly, showing him what he had to do, even dragging his head back and forth to give her more pleasure, more sensation. When she was on top, Saphira was most certainly not a delicate flower and Firnen gave more and more into the new feelings flooding him as his cock ached and throbbed.

It was easy to let go of his confusion, after all, when Thorn was above him, so powerful, so dominating, so controlling. It made it so that he did not have to worry, not then, about controlling his own world, not at all. It was better like that, for Firnen, letting go of everything. He only had to think about lapping into Saphira's slit when he was like that, curling up his tongue inside her. He had to learn, yes, how to please her, though he was a quick learner and one that wanted to please, yes, more than anything else.

That was a rare thing to find in a dragon, yet perhaps it was Firnen's comparative innocence that helped him along, bit by bit, step by step. Otherwise, he had Saphira and Thorn, two of the best dragon companions to have come out of the war, to lead the way.

"Make her orgasm," Thorn growled, still controlling, grinding Firnen up even harder, though the smaller drake barely even felt the ache in his neck. More..."

But that was something that Firnen knew how to do, thinking more, taking his cues from the smallest twitches of muscles in Saphira's body, the little puffs of breath she gave. He wormed his tongue deeper and deeper into her, feeling how wet she was, her insides almost slippery, though there was one patch that was more sensitive than all the rest. Hungry with his own need, he bore down on it, twisting his tongue back and forth until she roared in climax, bearing back on him as her arousal soaked his muzzle. Forced to lap and clean his muzzle off, Firnen blushed heavily, heat crawling through his entire body, though his tail, finally, was still and soft on the grass.

That was the sweetness of submission, if one was willing to let it happen. It didn't have to be what he had expected or what he had learned, as long as it was right, all for him.

Saphira panted, regaining herself while Thorn rolled Firnen onto his back, the smaller dragon letting smoke curl happily from his nostrils. Safe there, there was no concern for him, not even as the two larger dragons used their size against him, Thorn's smirk twisting his stomach up into knots. His cock throbbed, still hard and denied, but Firnen wouldn't have even cared if he didn't get off.

Yet that time was for Saphira to take charge, to get a real taste, eyeing up his cock as her head lowered towards it. She could take her time with him, Thorn pinning Firnen down as he slid back into him while the dragon laid on his back, taking him from a different angle, all where Firnen was pinned, forced lusciously to submit. All Firnen could do, trapped between them as Saphira lapped over his cock and Thorn claimed his tail hole all over again, was moan out his lust, heat building and building inside him.

He'd climaxed before, but not like that, not with the pulling burn of need searing through him. His breath came in shorter and shorter pants as he heaved and grunted, trying to rock his hips back, though he was held where he was, devoutly subservient to both drake and dragoness, need throbbing through. Saphira's tail curled more dominantly around his neck, though she was not as rough as Thorn, not by any means. She knew what she wanted, but she was not the same dragon as Thorn.

With his back end filled and Saphira sucking on his cock, folding her lips over her teeth as her tongue curled around, the little dragon couldn't hold out at all. With a strangled cry that sounded more like it should have come from a lesser creature than a dragon, he climaxed, spurting a weak load of seed over his stomach, splattered and wasted. Thorn grunted as Firnen clenched around his cock, feeling his orgasm intimately with his cock rammed into Firnen's hind end. It was nothing like the fruitful, viscous load that Thorn had pumped up into him, still spilling wetly around the length of Thorn's cock. But it didn't have to be, not when they were all different dragons, all enjoying themselves in their own way.

Saphira pointed his cock down towards his stomach as he ejaculated, though a few stray spurts did catch her muzzle. She lapped them off curiously, for it had been a long time since she had tasted Thorn's cum, though the taste was softer, lighter, almost milder. Maybe she'd be able to compare the two males in time...

Finally releasing Firnen, his cock softening after unloading a second load that the lust-addled drake had not even felt while he had been double-teamed, Thorn stepped back, allowing Firnen some space. Yet space was not at all what Firnen wanted as he whined and implored them to lie with him, until Saphira and Thorn stretched out on either side, soothing him while their chests warmed with dragon fire.

Saphira's tail laid over Firnen's, hooking Thorn's lightly, holding him between them. It was as it was meant to be, comforting, a shared afterglow, though Firnen would find a different kind of need than what he had predicted building in him, come morning.

More and more, day by day, the little dragon would grow and find more firsts to come, how he was best to enjoy his sexual life as an adult dragon. Firnen purred, soft in slumber.

With Saphira and Thorn, however, he would be well taken care of.