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Scion padded slowly between the towering pine trees of the vast forest that surrounded the clan's territory. The mighty red drake's tail swiped back and forth behind him, cracking off tree's with sharp snaps of splintering wood like gunshots. When your gross body weight was measured by the ton, and you still ruled the skies so that even the Eagles looked up in envy, it was hard not to be prideful. Dragons seemed to be especially prone to that little sin, and Scion was little exception.

Now that the Alpha female, Shadi, was pregnant, and no longer experiencing her heat, it had been predictable that her libido would decrease somewhat, and her interest in her mate would find new peaks. That, however, left Scion almost entirely out of the picture. Since he and the feline's last little tryst by the river running through the clan territory just after she had learned the news, Scion's sex life had been very quiet indeed, and that was close to three months ago.

And after he had caught sound of the Alpha pair's moans from their treetop house, he'd suddenly found a desire to be somewhere else for an hour or two. His tail flicked sharply, and the bladed, almost scimitar like protrusions at it's tip sliced cleanly though one of the ancient pine trees, the mighty tower of wood and needles toppling with a crash against the forest floor.

Only a few months ago, Shadi had approached Scion during the midst of one of her heat cycles, the feline in desperate need of someone to sate the itch. Being a gentleman, and her mate's bonded Dragon, Scion had seen no wrong in his actions, and he had helped the feline out of her situation, more than sating both his own and her needs. While they had only mated properly once, Shadi had a particular fondness and longing for his tongue that seemed all but insatiable once she got rolling.

Of course though, that had been before she had become pregnant, many thanks in part to Scion. The dragon had stimulated her body to a peak of fertility before her mate had claimed the feline before him, and seeded her with his essence. There had been much celebration within the pack when the Alpha's had announced it to the rest of the members, as Isiat's position as leader had never been fully secure without an heir apparent.

But now that his leadership was secured, and the Alpha mistress on mostly bed rest and lazy days, Scion found himself with distinctively more time on his paws. Time with which, he had frankly little to occupy. Shadi still visited him often, and joined him for her naps, which seemed to be a favorite pass time of the lioness. But as far as her more primal desires and needs went, she hadn't sought him out. Perhaps because he sensed that it would have been strange for her; being pregnant with one mans child while another pleasured her.

It made sense enough in his mind, but reading his mate's thoughts through their mental link had revealed little on the subject, and when asked directly, Isiat had simply smiled and reassured him. "Don't worry about it so much. Shadi is just being careful while this child is still new. She even worries when she lets me have her. Patience my friend. She will do things in her own time."

In her own time. Those words felt almost mocking to the dragon. While not one of his main focuses in life by any means, intimate contact with another was not something that had happened often to the Dragon before Shadi, and certainly not with the frequency that she had demanded of him during her heats. Female dragons were few and far between in this remote part of the world, and before he and Shadi's first encounter, it had been a measure of over half a year since he had done anything.

He lumbered through the forest, until he emerged into a clearing, the same clearing where he and Shadi had mated. The pile of boulders in the middle of the clearing had been where he had coupled with more than just one partner many times smaller than himself. While shame as he was to admit it, he more than a little had a thing for mating with the smaller anthro females of the outlying packs and wanderers he encountered in the wilderness.

But for the last few months, he had not even visited the clearing. It simply seemed to make him feel lethargic and melancholy. But for some reason today, without thinking about it, here he was. He flickered his tongue out, the forked tip tasting the scents that seemed to linger to the air, clinging to the trio of smooth stones in the center of the tall grassy field. His own scent was strongest of all, as this was one of the markers he used to claim the pack territory as his own territory to other dragons. But there were sweeter scents there as well, those of females he had claimed here, dragon and anthro alike. Magic he had woven around the boulders ensured that the elements simply couldn't wash the smells away.

His car-tire sized eyes flicked back and forth, scanning the area around him. He saw the way the wind shifted and blew amonths the grass, the warmth of the creatures that hid beneath it, the very aura of this patch of land itself seemed as if laid bare before him. He and Isiat both saw as Dragons did. Scion, through natural ability, and Isiat through learned skill, and the exchange of memories and knowledge. Their link was a strong one, even by most bonded pair's standards.

So strong infact, that Isiat's own relationship with his wife had flowed over that link to Scion. Their bizarre sort of triangle relationship worked surprisingly well between all three of them. Isiat and Shadi were still husband and wife, but Scion was a dearly close friend to both of them. Shadi loved him like she did Isiat, and while there was jealousy between the Dragon and his rider, it was purely of the playful variety. Neither would ever will harm upon the other, for it would be as if willing harm upon themselves. If one died, so to did the other.

"Scion... Can you come back to camp please?" A familiar voice intruded into his thoughts, echoing around his head as if it were an empty cavern.

"What is it this time?" Scion responded to his rider's voice in his head, the dragon turning to look back in the direction of the camp, as if it would somehow boost their thought conversation's reception like a cheap Nokia.

A flash of images came across the dragon's mind in rapid succession, his bonded's memories, and recent. Very recent. Ongoing in fact. Shadi was sprawled out on the bed, two paws buried between her thighs with one of the many 'playthings' Isiat brought back to her from his trips to the civilized world. "Trust me, just come back... I need a cigar and twenty minutes to recover... She's been like this all morning. You've been pouting for this for months, and now you've gone and buggered off when she asks-"

"Two minutes fifteen seconds." Scion's wings made a loud thunderclap as he all but bounded into the air, beating rapidly to gain altitude above the trees, the male more than a little eager to return to camp. His blood was racing, and for the first time in a long while, he felt that instinctive need of his species like he hadn't before. While Shadi's cubs were technically Isiat's, Scion still felt the protective bond that his rider did. Shadi was his partner just as much as she was Isiat's, and both Rider and Dragon understood that and had a mutual respect about it.

"Really? You time that shit? How long have you been waiting for th-"

"Long enough." He cut his bonded off, sensing something akin to Isiat tossing his arms in the air, giving a quiet 'whatever', and going to have his damned cigar. Their mental link was interesting to say the least. Scion had shared their link with Shadi for a day one time, and She had insisted it was the strangest day of her life, and that she didn't know how they could stand having no privacy from the others, not to mention the random interruptions at any and all times of the day.

They shared their thoughts, feelings, wants and desires with each other without reserve. That had been one of Isiat's only conditions when he had agreed to Scion being let in with he and Shadi's relationship. If they focused enough on their bond, they could even share their vision itself, to let the other see as they saw, and hence how Isiat had learned to see as Scion did. Every memory, every experience, every lesson learned was shared without hesitation between them, as easy to recall as their own memories across their link. Scion had taken a particularly vivid interest in Isiat's experiences with Shadi, learning all of her hidden 'good spots' that had her mewling like a kitten when either of the males touched her. Shadi had seen absolutely no downside to that since they had, rather shamelessly... Isiat had taken notes from Scion's tongue-bath's of his wife as well.

As it would happen, Scion made it back to the camp in two minutes and three seconds, folding his wings along his back as he landed at the foot of the mighty Oak that the Alpha's tree house was built upon. The many tailed figure of Isiat was already standing upon the balcony, watching him as he landed. The glowing ember stub of an almost smoked out cigar was clamped between his grinning teeth. "You're early." He called down playfully to the Dragon.

Scion braced his forepaws against the trunk of the tree, raising up like a cat might to view the contents of the dinner table, the dragon's muzzle coming level with Isiat's own. "She is still inside then? Perhaps the three of us might ride out somewhere to better enjoy our time together?" He suggested, tilting his large head to one side in a curious sort of way. His large slitted pupils seemed to drill into Isiat's own, in a stare that made the vulpine in his bathrobe just the slightest bit awkward.

"Oh, so that's it is it? Shadi lets you back into her pants, so you immediately break out the kinky threesome card?" Isiat snickered jokingly, but the shared arousal over their mental link wasn't something either male could hide.

"As a matter of fact, that is exactly the case... If Shadi would permit it, of course." His deep, bass like chuckle seemed to make the tree itself vibrate. It echoed from the dragon's throat, one of a choice few physically audible sounds he made.

Isiat gave him a rather blank sort of look. There was silence between the two for a long moment. "Well, I can work with that."

"Work with what exactly?" Shadi groaned softly from te doorway. Her tail length hair was in state of disarray, hanging low against her back, and glistening with sweat. She smelt of sex, and looked of it as well. Her fine white silk bathrobe was a trivial modesty. She'd thrown it on, but hadn't bothered to even close it around her waist. Her breast's had gotten larger since she had become pregnant, and seemed far fuller and plush, the nipples firm, dark pink peaks in their centers.

Her normally pristine groomed tan fur was matted with sweat and cum, and the scent of arousal seemed to pour of her like a sweet blooming rose in the spring time. Her body was still as curvy as ever, just now with the addition of the swelling belly of pregnancy. She was as beautiful as ever as far as Scion was concerned, and by the sly grin on Isiat's muzzle, he more than agreed with that notion.

"Oh, nothing much dear. Just scion making his usual suggestions, and I'm inclined to agree with him. He has some good ideas you know?" Isiat chuckled, watching as his wife walked to the balcony and wrapped her arms around the sides of Scion's muzzle, the dragon chirruping his greeting to the small feline.

"Oh? Is that so? And just what mischief are you two rascals planning now?" Shadi purred, reaching one paw beneath Scions jaw, scratching firmly against the softer scales there. Scion simply tilted his head back like a cat receiving its due reward, a low, pleased rumbling starting up in the Dragon's breast.

"I assure you my lady, it is nothing you wouldn't enjoy."

"If anything, I'd say you'd enjoy it quite a lot..." Isiat chimed in, padding up behind her and wrapping his paws around her middle, rubbing his paws over her belly and sides softly. "Might help you scratch that itch you've had today..."

Shadi quirked an eyebrow, turning her head to look over her shoulder at Isiat suspiciously, before turning to give Scion the same look. The dragon chuffed softly, a pair of small smoke rings escaping his nostrils.

"Don't blame me, Isiat said you were looking for me..." Isiat bit his lower lip quickly, swiping a paw over his neck at Scion.

"ShhhHH! I didn't tell her that part!" Isiat's voice hissed inside Scion's head, making the dragon chuckle amusedly.

"Did he now?" Shadi almost snickered, slipping elegantly from Isiat's embrace and spinning about, resting her back against the railing of the tree house, her robe falling down and piling at her ankles, leaving the feline exposed to the world. "So this is all your idea then, hmmm?"

"Maybe... Scion helped with some of the details... Perhaps you would like to fly with us?" Isiat suggested, shooting her one of his charming, fox-like grins as he offered out a paw to her. She took it with a dainty sort of giggle, more than happily allowing herself to be pulled into the Keynari's embrace.

"Should I perhaps retrieve my saddle? A picnic basket? Some cold champagne and a blanket? You know I can't well do a lot with these paws besides walk." Scion interrupted with a tone of playful sarcasm, reminding the pair if they wanted to go anywhere, they would need to help prepare him. Isiat rolled his eyes, before placing a peck upon Shadi's cheek.

"What was that Scion? Your 'Ode to opposable thumbs?'. Sarcasm is unbecoming of you, dragon. Of course I was going to get it... Perhaps, my love my darling my baby..." Isiat began his flattery, running his paws up Shadi's sides slowly until they reached her shoulders, massing her tenderly. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to go inside and pack us a little luncheon? Oh, and one of the bottles of wine and a blanket for Scion, too."

"Oh, very well executed Isiat. It is unbecoming of me?" Scion gave a short growl, his eyes narrowing to slits in his equivalent of a glare. Shadi simply laughed at the paw, swatting Scion and then Isiat in turn upon the nose, before turning with a flick of her long tail, the fluffy end swaying to and fro behind her as she walked back inside. Almost provocatively, she stopped in the doorframe and raised her tail, winking over her shoulder at Isiat.

"Now, now. Play nice boys... You'll have your turns." She teased the pair of males, quickly tucking her tail back down and hiding her swollen womanhood and perfectly shapely rump from their sight, ducking around the doorframe.

Isiat and Scion exchanged glances.

"Dibs"

" Dibs- Fuck."

That made Isiat chuckle with a smile. It wasn't often the dragon cursed so bluntly. He had only ever heard the dragon curse in long guttural chains of growls and snaps. Very rarely in English though. "Hey, it's hardly fair if I go second now, is it? You'd leave her just a wet mess like you did the first time." Isiat scolded his bonded, and Scion gave the equivalent of a short shrug, rolling his forepaw's shoulders.

"Fine, fine... It would be wrong of me to insist on claiming your wife first" Scion conceded the point, the dragon backpedaling while walking his feet down the truck of the tree, setting himself back on all fours.

Isiat covered his muzzle with a single paw, all but bursting out laughing. "Sc-Scion... Pfft! In any other part of the world, our little relationship would be considered wrong, immoral, and probably one of the strangest things in the world that would draw media attention and controversy everywhere we were to go." The vulpine snickered, shaking his head as he calmed himself.

"Oh, if only... That would certainly add a spice to things now, wouldn't it? I imagine from a helicopter mounted camera, the scene would look quite-"

"Scion! You're bad. Don't make me reconsider letting you in with my wife." Scion looked back up at the irritable looking male with a blank expression. In another life, he'd have made an excellent poker player. If he had thumbs to hold the cards at least.

"And no, you can't burn all your problems away either, least of all me. Cheeky bastard... Where the hell did I put your saddle, let's get you sorted out already..." Isiat turned from the railing, padding back inside to make his way down the spiraling staircase that wound the inside of the thick trunked tree.

Scion snorted. "It has not failed me yet little one. You'd do well to remember that."

Isiat looked less impressed when he emerged from the doorway set into the base of the trunk. "Yes, but then my wife certainly wouldn't care for you, and you'd be blue balled for eternity because you know full well there isn't a woman better than her on this green earth. And also because you'd die then too jackass." The Keynari's tails flickered to the side in a short sharp movement, like he was putting a period on that argument. Scion tipped his head down, conceding the point.

"A fair argument indeed. You left my saddle by the forge. Also do you plan on changing into** _ anything else at all?"_**His large golden eyes seemed to look Isiat over with a curiosity as to why the male was still wearing just his bathrobe.

"...No, not really. I won't need 'em when we get there now, will I?" Isiat spoke with his perculiar English accent, as he paced over towards the blacksmiths hut, the large dragon's saddle leaning against the outside wall. It had been a custom make, as most saddles for dragon's were, and had two distinct dips in the hardened leather for a pair of riders to sit in. An assortment of backpack sized 'pouches' lined both sides beneath the stirrups. Just by looking, one could tell it was too heavy to lift by himself.

"Alright, lay down here... I'll fetch the crane."

Meanwhile in the tree house, Shadi scurried back and forth, the nude feline tucking a few small snacks into a wicker basket, he long tail lashing back and forth behind her. She was excited, but at the same time, nervous about this trip... She reached down and rubbed a paw against her rounded belly softly, letting her leathery palm-pads brush her slightly matted fur back down. Isiat had certainly been as enthusiastic as her this morning when she'd whined of her need and rolled over onto her side for him.

She'd been very cautious with herself for the last three months, until Isiat could hear a heartbeat and made sure she was pregnant, she hadn't even let him touch her in those places... Once she had calmed down some though, and knew everything was okay, she had slowly let him start doing those things to her again, until they were back in their usual routine. Though Scion...

Scion was a different matter, and she hadn't even considered the dragon as a viable partner while she was pregnant. Sure, his tongue was one thing, but letting him mount her again like he had the first time would be disastrous... He'd have to be careful with her, and she would make sure he knew. If he wasn't though, it'd be the same punishment she had threatened Isiat with. She grinned quietly at that thought, extending her meat-hook like claws for a moment, admiring the glinting, sharpened bone. Suffice to say he wouldn't be mating with anything for a few months...

The feline hummed to herself pleasantly as she tucked a loaf of bread into the basket, along with one of Isiat's bottles of wine, a sweet summer red. It would go nicely with the day's weather, just perfectly warm with but a few patches of cloud in the sky. Hooking the basket under her arm, she closed the lid, before pacing towards the stairway, snagging one of her thick fluffy jackets from the wall hook. The cold of flight might not have bothered Isiat any, but she was quite acutely able to feel it once the Dragon climbed far above the trees, and it was a bitter chill she didn't long to experience.

Still though, she decided against pants, instead just pulling on a pair of her knee high boots, tightening the straps, and leaving her moist, swollen slit completely exposed when she bent over. Pearly beads of Isiat's seed still clung to her fur from this morning's activities. She wouldn't be needing her leggings anyway... She had an idea to keep her thighs and womanhood perfectly warm while they flew to wherever the males had in mind... They had their little tricks, and so too did she...

When she emerged from the bottom of the tree house, Isiat and Scion were waiting, patiently like good little boy's awaiting their treat. Males truly were simple creatures, she mused as she slowly walked her way over, taking note of how both of them were watching her with an intent fascination, particularly between her legs. Oh, they tried to hide that fact, but she could see it on both of their faces. They were entranced, captivated...

Isiat was the first to snap out of his spell, offering his paw out to his wife with a more than formal bow for a man wearing a bathrobe. She took it with a quiet giggle as he helped her lift a leg up, helping her climb up onto the saddles pouches so she could reach the stirrup and pull herself up. But the moment she had climbed up the first part of the saddle, she let out a surprised squeak as a wet, broad tongue lapped over her exposed slit, making her entire body shiver at the sensation.

Her mate had his head pressed up between her thighs as she'd raised her leg to get her foot in the stirrup, flickering his tongue over her damp womanhood, grooming the fur back down with his tongue almost. She wanted to snap her legs shut and climb up already, but part of her couldn't even bring herself to move... He loved bathing her with his tongue there, and she was quite happy to let him... Well, maybe for just a minute.

A long purr built up in her chest as each stroke of her lover's skilled tongue caressed her slit with a warm, pleasurable embrace. He didn't have the same length as Scion's forked tongue, but her mate's was just as devilishly sinful as the Dragon's. She knew the pair of them shared techniques and tricks in pleasuring her when she wasn't around, but that didn't bother her in the slightest. All she could focus on right then was Isiat's tongue lapping at her sex hungrily.

Isiat for his part pushed his muzzle up a little further, as Shadi adjusted her footing, spreading her thighs apart to ease the male's access, making her moan when the cool dampness of his nose shoved up against her slit. His tongue parted her delicate folds with each long stroke he made, pushing in a little deeper, both his own and her taste clinging to his tongue like honey. He growled out his approval, sticking his tongue out as far as he could, burying the squirming muscle between her nether lips with a lewd slurp.

And then she shifted herself, pulling her sex away from her lover's talented oral appendage, looking back down at him with a sly sort of grin that would have matched his own. He let out a quiet whine, and she batted her eyelashes at him. "Patience Foxy... Can't you even wait until I'm in the saddle?" He grumbled something, before stepping back, helping her the rest of the way up into her seat.

"Well thank you, I was beginning to wonder if we would ever get on the way, or if you two would rather just tussle in the grass here..." Scions voice interrupted both of their thoughts, and Shadi blushed, petting the end of the Dragon's snout when he wound his head around to look at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Scion... Were you getting a little jealous?" She teased him playfully, stroking her paw across the bridge of his snout, until she trailed a finger down over his scaly lips, drawing him in closer as she spread her legs over the saddle, exposing herself to the almost pouting dragon. The sun warmed leather pressing into her rump was a stark contrast in sensation to Scions tongue when the dragon slipped it from between his rows of teeth.

She watched the snake like appendage edge forward through the air between his maw and her glistening slit, the forked end flickering rapidly as he tasted his way forward on the scent of her arousal. The first contact was like a small electric jolt from the tightly wound bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, the dragon rasping his tongue's tips in a slow circle around her clit. She couldn't help it. Her paws gripped down on the sides of his muzzle to help steady herself in the saddle, and had the double effect of pulling him in closer between her thighs, that long, textured tongue slipping between her folds with a practiced ease.

"E-easy Scion... No going as deep as yo- Ooohh..." She lost her sentence as his tongue pressed up against the inner walls of her cum slicked passage, rasping across her pleasure nerves and taking a sample of her and Isiat's flavor back within his maw, before he pressed in again, repeating this process.

"I understand perfectly... But it would be shame on us as hosts if we were to let you arrive dirty now, wouldn't it?" The dragon's voice rumbled within her thoughts, as his tongue intruded into her body again. He made slow, deliberate passes of the points in her passage that he knew made her moan, playing her like an instrument; the felines moan's rolling from her tongue like her flavor onto his.

Isiat had snuck up behind her, and she felt the warmth of his chest press up against her back as he slid down into the second seat of the saddle, his fur meshing with her own. Though that wasn't all of his that was pressed against her... "Ngghh... Naughty boys. Ganging up on a kitty now are we?" She taunted them, rolling her hips against Scion's deeply probing tongue, a long, lustful moan passing her lips.

"Perhaps..."

"Maybe..."

"Simply doing our best to ensure that our Shadi kitty gets what she needs, that's all." Isiat rumbled as his paws found their way to her hips, lifting her just slightly. She put her feet down into the stirrups and lifted herself. She knew where this was going, but she'd expected to be the one to catch them off guard with her little trick... Crafty damned males.

Isiat entered her swollen sex with a slick, wet noise as Scions tongue withdrew, instead focusing on making slow passes over her budding pleasure buzzer. Her body stretched out to accommodate the male for what must have been the fourth time this morning, her muzzle hanging open in a silent moan of pleasure. Her mind struggled to keep up with it all, as her mate began thrusting up into her tight little slit. He definitely enjoyed the changes her body was undergoing, that much was evident by the way his tongue lolled from his maw, and the quiet grunts he made as he pushed himself in to the hilt within her swollen passageway.

Shadi could feel every little detail of his smooth, tapered fox-hood as he hilted within her, the soft fur of his sheath tickling her outer lips. Combined with Scion's tongue's skilled little laps across her slit and clitoris, the experience was like nothing she'd ever had before. The pair of males pleasuring her seemed to share a knowing grin across her shoulder, but unseen to her, she had no idea just what they had planned.

And then suddenly, Shadi became acutely aware of a sharp shift in gravity as Scions wings unfurled, and in a mighty bound of his hind legs, launched them into the air, flapping rapidly to gain altitude. The icy bite of wind against her exposed, yet filled folds sent a bolt of lightning up her spine as she rythmatically rolled her hips with her mate's thrusts, which were very coincidently timed with the downward beat of Scion's wings. The force of the dragon's lift combined with the rock of his hips had his tip pressing against her cervix, and his knot stretching her folds out around him into a lewd 'O'.

She groaned blissfully, filled with her mate's breeding spire and having her outer lips lathered over by the dragon's dexterous and sinful tongue, Shadi was in a haze of pleasure. Isiat's length left her body when he withdrew, a loud squelch sounding when he drove roughly back in. That knot was pushing her open each time, and at a guess, she gave herself another dozen thrusts before he was locked inside of her, delightfully stuck in the most intimate embrace.

Scion leveled out, having never once looked where they were going, simply assuming 'Above the trees' was a good start to their flight. He writhed his tongue, brushing the textured surface along the underside of Isiat's cock, and then with his next thrust, letting his tongue be pulled inside the felines tight body. Shadi cried out in bliss as she was stretched even further by the dual tongue and cock fucking, her climax crashing over her like the fireball from a gas dump going up in flames. Heat and wetness erupted from her womanhood, the feline's inner muscles rippling and massaging around the Dragon's tongue and her mate's girth, shuddering and squeezing in her sweet release.

The Dragon lapped up her sweet nectar by the maw-full, greedily collecting it on his tongue and bringing it back to his waiting muzzle, savoring the sweet taste of her honey, combined with the salty musk of her mate's leaking preseed. The taste was one he could have savored for many long hours if he chose, but Isiat growled roughly, and he withdrew his tongue with a final lap, dragging the wet muscle over Shadi's inner walls and the top of Isiat's knot as it left her.

With the obstruction of Scions tongue out of the way, a rather new experience for Isiat as well, He gripped Shadi by the hips firmly, tugging her back down as he thrust with Scion's mighty wing beat, the force of his knot sinking into the still climaxing feline triggering a second, smaller orgasm within her. Isiat groaned out as pressure built at the tip of his length, biting down on the back of Shadi's neck through her fluffy jacket, his howl of release muffled in the fur.

She went limp against the male with a pitiful, pleasure filled mewl as she felt the familiar twitching of her mate's girth, a moment before the first splashes of hot, Keynarian seed sprayed against the very back wall of her passage, painting her cervix a naughty off white with her mate's potent release. His knot blossomed within her, sealing her up nice and tight, ensuring not a drop of his climax went to waste, filling the petite and curvy pregnant feline took every single drop he gave her.

She panted breathlessly as Isiat filled her to the brim once more, the mighty Dragon beneath them giving a low, satisfied rumble. "Now that you to have had your fun... Perhaps after we land, you would permit me to have mine..." His voice chuckled quietly in their minds, and Shadi smiled, a soft sigh escaping her.

"Only if Isiat will can extract himself by then..." She teased. A low 'thump' seemed to signal the dragon's approval, but she knew it was the sound of the feral's length slapping against his belly scales. Poor thing... He'd been months without anyone to help him out with that... "Isiat... Perhaps you'd let me please Scion after lunch?" She pleaded with the male tied in her sweetly, looking over her shoulder. Isiat was still panting, his robe fluttering loosely around his shoulders.

"Oh... I guess I could allow that... So long as he's gentle..."

Shadi giggled as the dragon turned his head back towards them, leaning in close. She wrapped her paws around his muzzle in a sort of hug, as the Dragon's tongue flickered out, slowly circling the firm nub of her right nipple. A low, subtle growl echoed from Scion's throat.

"Oh? Isn't he always?"

"Oh? Aren't I always?" The pair responded as one, grinning at the less than convinced looking vulpine.