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Seating at the red draped table facing the sea, Valkyrie takes her seat and sets her purse beneath the chair, brushing stray locks of her long mane behind her ears as she does so. Thick gold rings set with sapphires adorn her horns, matching the feathers woven into her hair, the bright gleam of her azure eyes, and the accents of the midnight blue dress she wears that leave shoulders and arms bare and creamy purple breasts cupped wonderfully. The dragon's fur is glossy and groomed, lighter across the chest and belly as well as chin and undertail, deepening in color along the spine. Beneath the elbow and knee, it darkens to black, making a sexy illusion of stockings and long gloves at a first glance.

Across from her is Zaryl, a royal blue hydra with darker stripes along his body and bordering the series of fins that follow from the crown of his head, down the spine, and to the tip of the tail with additional orange splashes along the inner sides appearing as small, bright explosions of color. Intense citrine eyes are set against the background of orange sclera above a snout of fearsome teeth, only doubled in intimidation by his tall, athletic body appearing even broader in suit. Despite this, his smile is bright, if wolfish in appearance, as she sits with him.

"How are you doing, handsome?" She purrs.

"I'm doing quite well; I'm happy you're here with me," Zaryl replies smoothly.

"I'm glad to hear. You may very well be dealing with more of me in the future."

Reaching across the table, her hand encircles the back of his in a friendly squeeze, not much smaller than his own in size and the gesture causing his pulse to jump. Stars in the sky sparkle above on their own with the new moon hidden away, leaving candlelight predominantly illuminating the table as an ermine waiter comes by to offer wine of their choice.

"Oh! I saw online this place has the vintage Nom De Vin Cher? I'll have that," Valkyrie smiles, the waiter seeming a little surprised at immediately starting with such an expensive drink but nodding and turning to Zaryl.

"I checked the website too but went for the menu instead. What do you recommend with the herb pan-fried halibut fillets?" The hydra asks, very true to his seaborn nature.

"I would say the Jus De Pomme is ideal for that, sir."

"Ah, if you're ready to order, I am too, Zaryl!" Valkyrie smirks, folding her hands to rest her chin upon.

"Oh, of course. Well, you know what I'll be having," Zaryl chuckles to the waiter, the ermine nodding with a small smile.

"That certainly saves me an extra step. And for you, madam?"

"I'll have the wagyu with vegetables and truffle potatoes."

"Very good. Is there anything else you two would like to get?"

Fearing for his wallet already, Zaryl shakes his head for himself and Valkyrie orders a salad to have something to occupy her appetite while waiting. Writing down their full order, the waiter takes his leave and the two begin to converse.

"I don't think I've ever asked Zaryl. What interests do you have?" Valkyrie queries.

Zaryl puffs up at bit at having her full attention and she can tell, causing her to grin a little.

"Being able to breathe water, I help a lot in work to prevent coral bleaching, training sharks to eat lionfish, remove fishing nets and other debris from the waters, and a lot more to keep the ocean clean, essentially," Zaryl replies, beaming with pride. "Otherwise, I keep up with the latest aero and land vehicle designs, road developments, anything that pertains to logistics. I made my hobby a part of my job."

"Good on you for helping the environment! Out of curiosity, how does logistics pertain to working as a consultant in a weapon's company?"

Zaryl doesn't recall telling her what his job was specifically, quickly surmising Yskra must have told her since both he and the raptor work together. And she is also his girlfriend. It was him who pushed the hydra recently to ask Valkyrie on a date, which was a surprise given up until that point, Yskra always playfully warned him not to try, 'or else'. It stands to reason that Yskra must be open to the idea of polygamy now, as well as Valkyrie.

"Shipping costs, mostly," Zaryl answers, "The shipping vans we adopted, for instance, were built specifically for moving hazardous materials - say, canisters of aphrodisiac gas we use in our nonlethal munitions that would be a PR nightmare if they ruptured at the wrong time in transit. We saved a lot of cost of shipping switching to those vehicles since they can move at higher speeds with more cargo while keeping in line with safety protocols. It's also helpful to know how goods move for devising methods of estimating where the most targets will be without solid intelligence reports, among a lot of other things I could talk your ear off about."

"That's really interesting, but I've got to ask... were there ever accidents with those gas tanks?"

"Hah. Yeah... a few."

"Oh, do go on!"

Glancing around to make sure no one is sitting too close to hear, Zaryl sheepishly fiddles with a fin bordering his cheek.

"Well. When the company was still small and I just joined up, a tank leaked in the lab before we figured out proper safety procedures and our chemists started uncontrollably fucking. So, Yskra and I stepped in to try and figure out what had got into them and next thing we knew our clothes were off and... well... I happen to like men as well as women now," He admits, his cheeks turning a little red at the memory.

"Is that why you two started hooking up?"

"Wha-?" Zaryl blurts, the question catching him completely offguard. "I. Uh. Erm..."

"I'm not judging, just curious. I'd like to know my new boyfriend more."

The comment does not help the erection already forming in Zaryl's pants, first from remembering how Yskra took him against the locker room walls without lube and then at the idea Valkyrie is interested in him. Perhaps enough to skip first base, if she's already comfortable with such a topic discussion with him.

"Yeah, that would be why," Zaryl concedes with a small laugh. "I think he would have found a way to charm me into bed either way."

"Hah! That's Yskra for you."

"What about the other 'accidents'?"

"The rest are the same: a worker not being careful drops a canister. Canister leaks. The warehouse needs to be cleaned of sexual body fluids after. After the third time, we finally caved and got the better tank seals. It hasn't happened since, and we advise all employees to have a contraceptive method on hand while working on site since fertilization is now an on the job hazard in our contracts. There's only so many pregnancies a company can be liable for before it goes bankrupt."

At this, Valkyrie snickers, the two switching conversation topics as the waiter comes back with their glasses of wine and Valkyrie's salad, giving them an estimated wait of twenty minutes for their food.

"What about you?" Zaryl asks after the waiter leaves.

"What kind of aphrodisiac incidents have I had? Can't say I have!" Valkyrie remarks. "You'll have to help me change that."

"Hah! Maybe I can justify taking a sampling canister sometime. I more meant your interests."

"Ohhh. That makes much more sense! I sing, play piano, bake, do firing drills every Tuesday and Thursday to stay sharp, read weekly science magazines... let's see, what else?" Valkyrie hums, drumming her fingers on the table.

"Hold on, firing drills?"

"Oh, yeah, I work in private security."

"Really?"

"Mhm! I'm ex-military."

"I... I suppose I never asked. What did you do?"

"I didn't stick around long enough to be trained in anything particularly special. Just enough to cut my teeth in trench combat and figure out it wasn't for me. I'm glad those horny gas bombs Yskra started the company with ended that sort of combat being viable. Speaking of which, I'll be joining Controlling Solutions as contracted on-site security in a few weeks."

"Really? It would be great to have you onboard. Let me guess, you'll be Yskra's private bodyguard," Zaryl quips.

"Hey, you guessed it! You get a cookie for being such a smart boy."

At her teasing, Zaryl raises his brow quizzically but realizes it's a joke as she pulls an actual cookie wrapped in shrink-wrap to hand to him. He accepts it with a chortle and munches on it after their wine and Valkyrie's salad arrives. It's rather tasty and had he not been drinking or focused on his gorgeous date, he might have noticed his mouth heating up after finishing it.

As the night goes on and they continue to converse and get to know one another better, she pulls out an additional cookie, one he eats happily. Dinner arrives and empty plates are soon taken away, leaving the two to chat in peace with Valkyrie slowly exploring the hydra's scaled hands, enjoying the contrast of the soft palms and smooth, thick scaled dorsal side. As a final hurrah to finish the running joke, she brings out a third and final cookie, making Zaryl guffaw and she laughs along with him. They're tasty enough he happily begins munching on it as well.

"I'm having a wonderful time, Zaryl. I don't suppose we could continue this at my place? I know the restaurant will be closing soon," Valkyrie purrs, fingers slipping inside her date's sleeve to scratch earnestly at his scales.

"Mmm," Zaryl smiles, finishing the cookie and trying to salvage some grace to answer with, "I'd love that."

"I'm glad to hear."

Calling over the waiter, Zaryl pays for the bill along with a generous tip while Valkyrie calls a cab.

"Thank you for coming, I hope we can see you again," The waiter bows gratefully,

"You may just," She nods to him, leading Zaryl out the building where they wait for a short amount of time before a black cab with black tinted passenger windows drives up to meet them.

Sitting inside, once the door closes Valkyrie's fingers are running across Zaryl's dorsal fins and rubber her nose against his, the view to the driver blocked to give them privacy. Without asking, she unbuttons his suit jacket and begins to feel his toned chest up.

"Well, hello there," He murmurs, leaning in to smell her scent before wrapping an arm around her waist.

As he moves his groping fingers down to her rump, the tail just above coils around the wrist to keep it there, and he kisses along her jaw while exploring inside the hem of her dress, massaging the breast discovered therein. The car ride takes the better part of twenty-five minutes, but it passes in a flash for them while exploring each other's bodies.

Leaving the car, they have a moment to cool off while waiting in the elevator that goes up to Valkyrie's apartment. It's a modern arrangement kept clean with the ironic twist of most, if not all, of the furniture being made of hardwood, giving a warmer feel and appearance. Passing by mirrored display cabinets full of foreign and exotic tchotchkes, the glass of paintings in frames, the open door of a bathroom with a mirror, Valkyrie makes sure to keep her lover's attention while passing a reflective surface. This is not hard at all, Zaryl's mind and eyes fixed entirely on her body.

"What say you we get you out of this so I can see the rest of your beautiful body, my dear?" Zaryl rumbles, his voice edged with a deep growl in anticipation.

"Sure thing, stud. My wardrobe is a little more low maintenance than yours, so let me help you out."

Planting a quick kiss on his lips, she tosses his suit jacket on the floor and works with him to undo the many buttons that come with formal clothing, his shirt following. The dragon leaves him to his pants and shoes while she pulls off her dress and panties, finishing at the same time Zaryl discards his underclothes. She lets out a low, appreciative whistle and steps forward to feel down his chest again. Broad with visible musculature beneath the scaling, the work he puts into his body is far from lost on her. Sure, she felt it in the car, but it is all the more impressive to see.

His penis is fully erect and leaking, growing out of a genital slit with fairly heft balls beneath it. He catches his breath as she grasps it by the base of the shaft, throbbing within her hand as she uses the other to feel up his jewels. In return, he caresses her breasts, his mind hot and heavy, and his personality matches, kissing along her neck and scratching the small of her back. With an appreciative hum, she steers him towards the bed, laying herself down on it and spreading her legs invitingly while she beckons him closer.

"Come on big guy, I know you're hungry. Fuck me raw, yeah?" She bids him, the hydra moving quickly to crawl onto the bed and tower over her with a hungry look in his eyes.

Yskra's scent is strong on her, like it's her own. It's no surprise, given the two have a relationship already. Hands on her shoulders, he moves to kiss her as he thrusts himself into her depths, but as he does so his head is pushed back. Both heads. Repulsed, not by a hand but a soft force, he blinks in confusion and looks down to see the thrusts of his tapered, ribbed shaft into her dripping vent are quite literally being pushed up by an invisible force before it can penetrate.

"What's wrong, having a hard time getting it in?" Valkyrie purrs.

"I, er, I dunno-" He stammers, unsure of how to find the words to even begin explaining. "It just... won't?"

"Hehe, no need to be embarrassed. Here, I know how to get you more ready."

Gesturing for him to sit in her place, Valkyrie grabs a length of soft rope and connects it to a small hook on the ceiling. At first he thinks it's for her.

"Oh, no, wrong idea, big guy. It's for you!" She giggles as he opens his hand to take it from her.

"You want to tie me up? On a first date?"

"Oh, come on, shark trainer! What's a little bit of rope going to hurt, hmm? Besides, I bet after dealing with all those nets you could get out of any knot I could tie."

"That's true... Alright, sexy thing, we'll do it your way."

Zaryl isn't against it, just caught offguard. But for some reason... there is this sense of déjà vu about her mannerisms. That concern is immediately dashed as she climbs into his lap, pressing her breasts against his chest and wrapping her arms around him.

"You wanna give it to me?" She smirks, rubbing her snout against his and locking icy blue eyes with his.

"I've been waiting to do that all night," He breathes, nuzzling into her neck and completely missing her eyes shifted color.

"You want to please me, right? You look so pent up, too. You want - need to give me all of it!"

"Oh, fuck yes I will."

"You better not disappoint me again, lover."

Lowering herself down onto his shaft, Zaryl thinks for a moment whatever happened was just some strange fluke, but his heart drops and falls somewhere into his stomach as his dick is forcibly moved out of the way.

"Ah, come on, again?" Valkyrie chuckles in a strikingly familiar way. "You need to stay erect for me!"

"It's not my fault! Something keeps moving me!" Zaryl denies fiercely, his thoughts hot, muddled, and only focused on her dripping sex.

Trying again, the same thing happens, flexing Zaryl's length and causing him to throb, bouncing up and down as she settles into a gradual pace that quickly begins to pick up. Each descent of her hips would impale her upon his manhood in a tight, wet grip that would massage and stroke his cock until painting her womb white, but it never touches. He even watches a drop of the clear fluid leaking from her vagina be swatted to the side before it can fall on his shaft.

"Valk, undo the ropes, something weird is going on!" Zaryl huffs, getting hot and bothered and leaking pre as every failed attempt to fill herself with him nudges and bends his shaft.

"The only thing weird is you don't know how to satisfy a woman, Zaryl. Honestly, why put in this much work into your abs if you're not even going to thrust your hips?" She teases.

He can't deny that and leans back to try as she slides her legs down onto the bed on either side of his lap and continues to ride him. Sometimes she moves sharply, and it feels like getting slapped on the cock, and others it's so slow he barely feels the movement, but each thrust of his is in vain.

"Be honest with me, are you having trouble?" Valkyrie croons.

"Yes! Some fuckin' ghost keeps shoving my dick around."

"Zaryl, it's okay if you don't find me attractive. You can tell me; it was a lovely date regardless."

"Woman, I am hard enough to put a clutch in you and then cut a diamond for an engagement ring after!"

"Oh, man after my own heart! If only you could satisfy my desires..."

"Rrrgh!" Zaryl snarls in a mixture of frustration and annoyance as he fights against his restraints.

He's not sure what the hell kind of knot she used, but both it and the rope refuse to budge despite the fact he's used to shredding nylon nets with his bare hands. This whole thing is starting to feel strange, but his thoughts are so sluggish and the fire in his loins so hot he can't think straight.

"Ohhh, you come with a vibrate mode?" The dragon chuckles in his ear, "Keep doing that. Maybe I'll feel something."

Pressing her muff right below his nose, he nearly loses his mind as the scent of her heat fills his senses, grunting and straining but unable to do anything with his lust, not even bury his tongue in her depths like he's done for many other partners until they're screaming his name. The force field, ghost, whatever it is just won't let him do anything.

He can't even taste her as her fluids gushes onto his chest and slip off onto the covers without touching his scales, his hot breath blowing against her entrance, every vocalization of his stimulating her sensitive flesh. She begins to moan, hot and heavy, but pulls away before he can pleasure her, even in such a meagre, unfulfilling way. And yet again, Yskra's scent is on her, but this time it was like breathing right against the raptor's feathered crotch.

"Valk. The rope. Please. Get me out of this so I can please you..." Zaryl pants.

"You're doing more with it than you did without, and trust me, that's not saying much. You make a lot of cute noises when I just touch you, though. I wonder, would you cum from just that?"

"What? No! I've ne-h-a-ahhhh...," He groans as she grabs his wrists and sits down hard in his lab, legs hugging around his abdomen tightly as his shaft flexes painfully down to avoid slamming itself in her muff.

Pistoning in his lap, she lets his cock rise fully erect and then purposefully push it back down, so tantalizing close to what he needs so badly but denied every time, again and again until his desperate nerves begin to respond.

"V-Valk, please stop! C-can you use your hands instead?" He whines, followed by a whimper as she sits down hard again.

"Would you make even half the fun noises you're making now?"

"Not like thi-"

"Then nope!"

"You're - h-aaah - not even pre-te - ah! - tending anymore!"

"I don't know what you mean~"

Grinding in his lap now, the smoother motions are much more agreeable to his frayed manhood after so many hard impacts and it isn't long before Zaryl is huffing and struggling, thrusting his hips into Valkyrie's motion. Or, at least, he tries his damndest, but her weight on his stomach in combination with the intense teasing, and perhaps whatever was in those cookies, leaves him just barely unable to.

"Getting close, you little pervert?" She taunts as he breathlessly tries to hump into her thigh, to which he nods fervently. "Well, go ahead, show me what a lil' rough love does to you."

"C'mon Valk!" Zaryl grunts, her ministrations causing him to shudder and writhe still. "This is a really not fun game for me!"

"Oh, is that so?" She mocks, moving her mouth close to his ear when she can bite gently down onto a fin. "My friend, you're the game I'm playing."

Slipping two fingers into her slit and letting them get nice and moist, Valkyrie holds them up just in front of his nose, her scent once more filling his sinuses and then his mind. Scent glands, evolved to find the smallest traces of female hormones in open water, send a rush through his mind until, with a heavy breath, all her teasing and flustering finally pays off as his breath turn short and hot. She stands up at the last second, letting his seed shoot weakly between her legs onto the hardwood flooring behind her with a satisfied half grin, the hydra arching his back with a frustrated groan.

His orgasm ruined after so much effort and shame, Zaryl sags, his vision unfocusing and losing depth. As he takes a breather, his eyes notice dark movement and focus in on Valkyrie's shadow. While stretched, it seems thicker and taller than should be right, but the thing he notices the most is the crest of feathers. She is wearing some woven in her mane, but it doesn't match what looks like a crown in the shadow.

"Wha...?" The hydra breathes as Valkyrie puts an arm around his shoulders and he looks up straight into the camera of a phone as it clicks.

"Nothing to worry about, I promise. Just something for me," She chuckles.

Then she presses the power button, letting the two of them stare at a black screen for a moment until Zaryl notices yellow in the reflection. In it, Zaryl sees himself and then the masculine, cleanly groomed face of a raptor, and his eyes go wide as he whirls his head around to face Valkyrie.

"YSKRA!?" He blurts out, the dragon not needing to answer as their lips form into a grin, eyes squinting just a little with a small tilt of the head to form his friend's distinct, charming smile. "What? Why? Better question: HOW?"

"Valkie is an eternal flame in my heart, but her stamina can never quite keep up with mine," Yskra replies, ignoring Zaryl's questions. "I need another distraction."

"And, uh, that is?" Zaryl murmurs as the dragon's face is suddenly brought very close to his own.

"A fruity straight guy with an ego. You were straight before we met, right?"

Zaryl doesn't answer at first as Valkyrie's eyes bore into his own, not with the gentle regard he is used to but the fierce, judgmental gaze of Yskra. But as her hands stroke his jaw and slowly trail down to his shoulders, sides, and reach down to rub against the small of his back where he knows they would fall lower to grope his butt were he standing, the hydra's cheeks flush and he nods almost imperceptibly.

"Y-yeah. Was..." He admits, an intense satisfaction spreading throughout his partner's expression.

"Gooood booooy," She purrs in a rich, silky voice. "I've got more in store for you yet!"

Reaching up and pulling a string on the tied knot, Valkyrie lets Zaryl flop onto his back and extracts the rest of the rope from around his wrists before tossing it aside.

"You did pay for dinner, which would make it truly cruel of me to leave it at this point for you. So, instead, I'll show you the one way you and my Valky may play," She says, retrieving a small box from under the bed and opening it to pull out a bottle of lubricant, and much to Zaryl's fright, a strap on with a large, draconic dildo attached to it."

"Yskra, I... I don't know if I can handle that," Zaryl murmurs, intimidated.

"What are you talking about? My dick's bigger. Or do you not remember?" She smirks, strapping the toy on and drizzling lube along the length of the rod to rub on thickly. "I'll be nice and start slow for giving my girl such a good night, alright? Now bring that criminally lovely ass over here and let me show you how to use it."

Shakily, Zaryl crawls towards him, nervous but also feeling something unlock in himself and curious to see where it goes.

"Now turn around and lift that tail for me," She orders, making a spinning motion with an index finger and promptly lubing it as he does as he's told. "You know, you didn't have to pull it back all the way, but that gives me a wonderful before reference for what comes next!"

Zaryl's fade blushes a shade of red deeper, but his mind is quickly shifted from miserably questioning his own sexuality to pleasurably questioning it as a finger slips in his backdoor and quickly locates his prostate. Using a movement similar to a beckoning gesture, the glide of her digit across the sensitive organ makes the hydra relax considerably at the pleasant sensation. Yskra has a comment but holds his tongue, knowing it won't hit as hard as it will in a few moments.

A second finger slips inside and Zaryl grips the bed covers as they really start to push, and then a third before Yskra deems him ready.

"Scoot forward and lay on your belly - yes, just like that," Valkyrie praises him as she climbs on top, bracing herself against his shoulders. "Now, take a deep breath and just remember, if you tighten up and start squirming, I'm not going to stop. Relax, and I'll take care of you, fish boy."

He doesn't wait for Zaryl's answer before pushing the tapered tip of the false phallus against his hole and pushing in, sinking inside quite easily despite the hydra's initial objections.

"Hah!" Valkyrie laughs. "If I had known you were this ready, I would have skipped this whole thing and dicked you myself from the start!"

Zaryl makes a small noise, somewhere between a girlish yelp and a deep moan as he squeezes the firm insertion that's filled him comfortably, covering his face in his arms as he makes small, embarrassed whines. Bingo. It hit all the harder with a toy in him; well worth the wait, as far as Yskra is concerned. And there's certainly no way Zaryl has stayed this loose since the last time without the hydra investing in other similar toys.

"I'd stop you from hiding so I can hear your cute noises, but I think we both know from before you'll open up, soon enough."

"Sh-shut up!"

That earns him a slap on the butt, making him squeak again.

"Why on earth would I do that when everything I say makes you squirm?" Yskra taunts.

Pulling out and pushing back in, a moan is elicited from Zaryl, a persistent wet slap from the toy invading his depths up to the hilt filling the room as Yskra moves Valkyrie's body in a smooth, dynamic motion that homes in how to best overwhelm the hydra, based entirely on the small sounds and moans he makes. Many partners are hard to please, but Zaryl is an open book, which makes it wonderfully easy to break him down.

As Valkyrie picks up in pace, Zaryl's mind replaces shame with pleasure and he starts to grip the bedsheets, a warm, urgent feeling building in his loins and making him want more. Right as Yskra decelerates.

"Nnf... Wh - why did you slow down?" Zaryl huffs, desperate to reach that high that seemed so close a moment ago.

"Tell me how much you want it," Yskra commands. "I want to hear it. I need to hear it,"

"Please... erm, fuck me?"

"Oh, you poor, confused boy. I'll give you a hint: it's not about the words, but the emphasis. Now try again."

"F-fuck me, please!"

"Mmm, better..." Valkyrie smirks, raising the tempo of thrusting a bit higher. "But you can do a lot more. Put some feeling into it and you might feel something in return!"

"Nn-gh! I've been edged and ruined, and I NEED TO CUM. Rut my hole until I can't stand, fuck me until I'm your bitch, whatever you want! Please, give it to me, daddy!"

The last part catches even Zaryl off guard, causing scarlet to suffuse his face despite all the emasculation he's already received and enjoyed, whether he's willing to admit it or not. And he knows not just what evocation of emotions it wrought in Yskra, Valkyrie's arms wrapping around his chest from behind as the dragon cuddles up to his back.

"How could I resist now?" She murmurs in his ear, movements becoming smoother, faster, and more skillful as her hips meet his with each descent of the toy in his unresisting ass. "You've taken this all so well, I need to reward you. No need to savor it, she'll do this more for you, I'm sure. But it's only ever going to be her taking _your_ass."

The pace picks up and she rises to grip his hips and plow him properly, aiming directly for his pleasure point now and slapping him on the ass now that he can take it and moan for more. He lasts only a few more minutes, and in that time, he breaks into a shuddering mess, begging with single words and loud, shaking cries for more with his face in the pillow. With a sudden gasp, cum streams from his half erect cock, wetting the blankets and sending waves of pleasure crashing through his head as Valkyrie continues to peg him throughout his orgasm, prolonging it until Yskra thinks he might pass out if it goes any longer. And he needs to be awake for what comes next.

Dropping onto the bed, Zaryl takes in a deep breath, sore but satisfied as Valkyrie takes out the toy and unstraps it from herself, snuggling up against him.

"That... that was really nice..." Zaryl sighs, closing his eyes.

The dragon's fingers run down his head and cheeks, caressing his jaw and petting his snout as they feel all over.

"I'm sure it was! And now you're all stretched out for me..."

Valkyrie lays down beside him and her eyes suddenly shift back to a deeper blue, the scent of Yskra on her dulling as a tall figure comes through the door, on par with Zaryl in height. With a crown of black, yellow tipped feathers and a coat of black and white down, another splash of yellow across his snout, the raptor regards the two with icy blue eyes. Of course, he's stripped bare, showing a lean runner's body that does not betray his physical strength fully. However, it's his words and attitude that are his real form of power, given how the entire night has played out thus far.

"I hope I didn't leave you two waiting too long," He smiles, his voice deep and silky. "I recall someone wanted a daddy to fill them?"

"I - uhm," Zaryl fidgets as Yskra strides over and climbs into bed, putting two taloned hands on either side of the hydra's head as he looks down upon him.

"It was so genuine and desperate I had to come here myself to fulfill it. You need only a little direction, a little humbling, and then..." Yskra purrs, stroking his submissive friend's cheek. "You are just a treat I have to partake in~"

Suddenly leaning down, the raptor parts Zaryl's mouth with his own and fiercely kisses him, drawing small, sensitive noises out of the newfound submissive.

"Oh, can he wait for five minutes?" She sats with a small half smile. "Never mind, I'll be patient. I suppose either way, at least now I won't be waiting until tomorrow."

"Tch, hush you! You've enjoyed this as much as I did, I can tell just from looking at your wet sex... or has your heat just began again? Either way, come here and let me show this fish what he may never have."

Rising from atop Zaryl, Yskra scoots back off the bed and Valkyrie falls into his arms. His tapered, avian shaft slides between her legs, and she lets out a small moan as he tweaks her one of her nipples, kissing her deeply and picking her up by the thighs to slip his dick into her folds. He sinks into her easily, like a custom fit, despite his large size. Wrapping tails together, she hooks her arms underneath his shoulders as he takes her in front of Zaryl.

The hydra can only sit up and watch, his serpentine equipment too sore to even masturbate and so bites his lip, jealous of the raptor as Valkyrie throws her head back with a keen moan in response to his firm, deep humps into her. He quickly picks up pace, forceful enough his balls slap against her underside, juices leaking from her vent and down Yskra's heavy orbs where it drips to the floor and sends droplets flying across the room.

"Zaryl, be a good boy and hold her for me," Yskra says, suddenly laying Valkyrie across the bed where her head falls face up in his lap.

She's lost in pleasure as Yskra rolls her onto her side and hugs a leg to his chest to continue thrusting into her, harder and faster now as she cries out his name. Heat rises to Zaryl's face for the umpteenth time this night, and it only grows as her hands grasp his and guides them to her breasts. Looking to Yskra for permission, the raptor grins in approval Zaryl felt the need to ask and nods. Playing with her nipples and massaging her breasts at least gives him something to do, pre leaking from the tip poking out of the hydra's vent as he watches, eyes transfixed, on Yskra's shaft pumping in and out of the dragon's gripping snatch.

Multiple times she seizes hard on his dick, milking it as she cries in climax and only adding more lubricant before Yskra, huffing small jets of steam, slams his pulsing cock into its home and erupts inside her. It doesn't take long for his semen to spill out despite being balls deep, continuing even after a full minute before he pulls out and paints her with the last few sticky, hot ropes.

"I need to be able to walk straight tomorrow, dear. I'll leave you to training..." She giggles, quietly standing and taking her leave.

After she closes the door behind her, Yskra locks his ravenous gaze on Zaryl. As the hydra opens his mouth, Yskra kisses him fiercely, picking him up with seemingly no effort and settling him in his lap as he sits down. Zaryl tastes the raptor's salty, spicy cum but also the sweet essence of Valkyrie on his soon to be master's tongue.

Yskra snickers and breaks the kiss as Zaryl's eyes go wide, spinning him around and pressing the tip of his erection against his stretched backdoor. Swallowing audibly, Zaryl moans as the raptor slowly loosens his grip and lets the hydra's prepped ass slowly impale itself on his length.

"You weeren't j-joking," The hydra stammers as Yskra hilts inside of him, making a small bump in his belly. "You _are_bigger than that toy..."

"Heh. And now I'm going to make one out of you," Yskra promises, biting down onto his shoulder as he grips his hips and begins to pound him like he's a female in heat. "I'll give to you what you'll never give to her!"

"F-fuck! Ah, Yskr-ah! S-sl-oow - nmmf!"

A few fingers in his mouth silences Zaryl completely, tears forming at the corners of his eyes but his body very much betraying him as he goes fully erect despite being bullied until bruised.

"Hey, that's not too bad of a dick. It wouldn't ever satisfy Valky with how custom fit she is to my cock now... but I'm sure some birds of mine might like something on the smaller side. On a related note, you've got the cutest face when there's a hard cock in you. You know that, right?" Yskra murmurs in his ear, enjoying just how much it makes him clench around his girth inside him. "Gayest straight guy I ever met too. Now you moan like a girl and make a good cocksleeve to boot. I wonder what other things I can help you learn about yourself. Besides getting pegged by a woman and begging for more, that is."

Locking up around his cock, Zaryl begs for more around the digits in his mouth, cum splashing across his torso and leaking onto the floor as he climaxes from the mixture of verbal mocking and the battering ram of a shaft being thrown against his prostate again and again and again.

"Hah, look at that. Just goes to show nothing can beat a real dick!" Yskra remarks. "I'm not far behind, fish boy. I look forward to seeing my seed dripping from your hole again like my dragoness!"

Zaryl can only sit and take it, trapped in the dominant male's grasp and too fucked silly to do anything about it as he's lifted and slammed down into each hump, burying the raptors cock deep inside his ass and claiming it. Their balls slap together and a mixture of lube and precum coats where their rutting meets wetly, making the loud, rough sex that much more noisy until Yskra last thrusts himself into his new exotic lover and pumps shot after shot of thick, hot cum into the hydra's belly.

It's warm, very warm for Zaryl and he can feel it filling him up as Yskra's sack is taut against his own, giving every drop to fill the broken top's ass to the brim. Zaryl practically melts in his lap as he finishes, having came again, and his chin is lifted to meet Yskra's mouth in a hungry kiss. The raptor's tongue invades his mouth, pressing up against the forked appendage of the hydra's and pressing further beyond until Zaryl can barely breathe around it, pulled closer and closer until it bruises his lips before suddenly parting with a long strand of saliva.

Yskra doesn't rest and lifts him off to sit on the ground where he slaps his moist member against the hydra's cheek. He doesn't even need to give an order; Zaryl knows to begin licking and cleans the raptor's dick, a few last shots of cum spilling out onto his open mouth as he does so. He almost thinks it's over before his snout is shoved into Yskra's slick balls. It's not until those are attended to that he's finally released, and Zaryl takes his time slowly rolling them in his mouth and suckling on the large spheres.

"What do we say now?" Yskra questions expectantly.

"Thank you, daddy," Zaryl breathes, lapping some more at his cock.

"Good boy!" The raptor growls approvingly. "Do you need a moment, or can I test out that throat?"

In response, Zaryl sinks part of his length into his mouth and starts sucking, rewarded with a spurt of precum. He doesn't even need to be reminded to watch his teeth.

"You're such a cock slut!" Yskra snickers, putting a hand on his head and guiding him into a fellating motion. "My cock slut now. I hope you like girls watching you cum hands free."