Blood's Lust
#1 of Dark Star Investigations
The two figures ran into the cave mouth, one struggling under an unseen weight while the other supported him through the small opening, taking the limp bundle in his arms while the furrier one crawled through. Placing the unconscious woman on the ground at a safe distance, he took a deep breath and eyed up the opening. Just as his partner in crime got through, he let loose with a stream of blue hot flame, turning the rock into magma, sealing them inside. When it was over, the only light came from the rapidly cooling rock and the dancing embers in a scaly hand.
"Good work Talon... It'll take them a while to find us, if ever." The white furred one, his true Shifter name Winterborn, but most people called him simply Wolf, looked over the comatose woman and frowned, examining her wounds. He shrugged off a small sports bag and unzipped it, dumping everything onto the rock and sifting through it, like a prospector in a river. Finally, he pulled out a bundle of what looked like bandages and tugged off his shirt. The dragon raised one eyebrow and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Erm... What are you doing?" He ignored him, now rubbing her mouth just under the nose. Even in the dim light, the lizard could see her canines visibly lengthening and realisation dawned.
"Wolf, isn't that a little-"
"Dangerous, I know. But simply treating her wounds won't save her... She... She needs..." Talon finished the sentence for him, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Fed." The dragon looked back to the now solid rock cave mouth, and frowned before tossing the embers into the air, illuminating the entire cave. He pulled off his tiny string drawn pouch that hung from his belt and opened it up, his arm reaching down further than was physically possible, a gift from his father.
After a few minutes of rummaging, pulling out gemstones, gold nuggets, silver coins and the occasional piece of fossilised wood for some reason, he emerged with several bottle of spring water.
"We'll need liquids afterwards ourselves..." Wolf had just lain out the bandages ready for the aftermath as he turned round his head and chuckling humourlessly.
"We? You don't have to..." Talon reached over and brushed aside a strand of hair that fell over her face with a claw, rolling his eyes at the sappiness of it.
"Actually, I do. It's kind of hard to explain..."
Wolf lifted up her prone form and laid her head against his shoulder, gripping it firmly. Then, taking a deep breath, he pushed her further into him, forcing her fangs to penetrate his skin and his blood to flow.
"How do you know she'll stop in time?" Through gritted teeth, Wolf looked up at him with a confident smile on his muzzle.
"I just know."
Suddenly, her arms reached up and gripped Wolf's back, fingers grabbing onto the fur. She bit down harder, so hard in fact that Wolf could feel her teeth meet in his flesh, and the blood flow increased as she sucked it into her mouth and gulped it down, mouthful after mouthful. The limit was four pints. After that, even a Shifter like Wolf would be in trouble. Her eyelids were open by just a slit and through them they could see bright, blood red pupils gleaming in the firelight. She bit down harder, pulling Wolf down to her to make it easier to feed. Wolf's face twitched, not in pain as he was accustomed to far worse than this, but in the simple act of letting something like that into him. Needles, fangs, syringes... It was all the same. Brought back bad memories.
Talon glanced at his face, calming as he stroked the back of the girls head softly, and murmuring quietly in some strange tongue he had never heard before. Deciding to ask him later, he twisted off the cap of a bottle of water.
Wolf was panting now, one paw on the ground to support himself, with the woman still gulping down mouthful after mouthful of his very lifeblood, a crimson trickle creeping down both his back and her cheek. Talon was getting worried. She should have stopped by now... He was getting too close to the edge...
Wolf pushed back her hair and placed his muzzle near her ear, whispering lightly...
"Isabel..." She blinked once, eyes turning from vivid crimson to cool, icy blue. Looking around in confusion, she happened to glance upon her own mouth locked around Wolf's shoulder and her eyes widened in horror. She began to writhe, to struggle to remover herself, before she...
"Shh... It's okay... It's alright..." Fatigue washed over her as she gently opened her mouth wider and withdrew her fangs, gulping the last traces of blood in her mouth with an obvious sign of disgust. Most vamps that opt to stay within the supernatural community decide not to actually drink blood any more, surviving on honest food adn th ocassional bad of plasma.
Then the cave span around her, Wolf and Talon coloured blurs in the brown muck around them and she fell back onto the floor, too weak to even speak. Talon pushed a bundle of clothes under her head and pulled out a small blanket from that pouch of his. Tossing over a bottle of water to Wolf, he jerked his head over to a smaller cave where the canine could recuperate. Nodding his thanks, he slinked into the dark, already wrapping a cloth around the bite mark.
Talon watched him leave before pulling out a small hunting knife and laying it near Isobel's throat. Her eyes narrowed in anger, and a little fear, as he dragged the knife down her chest...
Quick as lightning, he raised the blade and slashed at his forearm, creating a two inch gash through the scales. Smiling, he lifted her head and guided it to the new fountain of blood.
"Your puny Vampire fangs would never have gotten through superior dragon scales..." She grinned, all fear forgotten, and was a little embarrassed to have shown any. After the "Arrangement" the two hadn't had a single argument. They even had a similar taste in music, focusing on, of all things, musicals.
Croaking, she tried to speak, but only managed a weak wheezing. Yet the look in her eyes was all he needed to know.
"Your welcome. Now, are you just gonna let me bleed to death here?"
Wolf lowered the bottle from his lips as Talon walked through, a tight, blood-stained bandage wrapped around his arm. Offering the bottle, he shook his head, holding up his own, cracking off the cap with a claw assisted twist.
"How you doing?" Wolf smirked, rubbing the wound. It was still bleeding, and he was in no condition to treat it. By the looks of it, Talon's was no better.
"Fine... Your arm. Let me see it." Talon looked down at the bandage in confusion before holding it out to the Shifter. Running a claw through the wrappings, Talon winced as he nicked the open wound, causing Wolf to murmur a quick apology. Finally, the cut was unveiled, still seeping blood.
"I dunno what's wrong. It won't close." Wolf gently probed the wound, apologising after each hissing of the teeth, or flick of the tail. Eventually he lifted the cut to his mouth...
"What are you...?" Wolf ran his tongue over the cut, wiping away the blood and revealing the fresh wound. The heat of his tongue on the chill of his reptilian scales caused Talon to gasp, flushing his body. Slowly, the wound began to bleed less and less, until it scabbed over. Tracing the scab with a claw, he looked up at Wolf in awe as he was licking up the last trace of Talon's blood from his face.
"Anti-Coagulants. Vampire saliva is full of them. Shifter saliva is basically the opposite. Helps to heal..." He rubbed his neck again, wincing.
"...And its no use to anyone if you can't reach the damned wound... I should have done what you did. Smart thinking." Talon swallowed, rubbing his newly healed arm nervously. Wolf continued to rub at his shoulder, seemingly oblivious to Talon's state.
For the past three years, Talon had a... Thing... For Wolf. And he had thought he had kept it a secret, forgetting about the famed Shifter Sense of Smell, something which justified the capital letters. He had known about how he felt around him, but said nothing, letting Talon figure it out on his own. Then Isabel, AKA Nightshade, showed up, also showing interest.
Now was the confusing bit. Talon Liked Wolf. Wolf Liked Talon. Nightshade Likes Wolf. Wolf Likes Nightshade. Wolf = horribly confused.
In the end, deciding that he could never be truly faithful to either one, he decided on neither, forgoing a mate for life. Talon and Nightshade decided to discuss between themselves and found a compromise.
As long as Wolf was faithful, he was happy. So, in order to be faithful, he had to have two mates...
Needless to say, Wolf was more confused than ever, but decided to go along with it for the time being. After all, they wouldn't be mates until they preformed a certain ritual...
In time though, he saw the attraction. He was still faithful, as both knew about the other and even liked each other in the same way. That way everyone was happy... Except the fact that Shifters only had one mate for life...
"Yes Talon?" The dragon was knocked out of his train of thought and focused back on Wolf, eyeing up the wound. It was still seeping, an angry red river running down his back and chest.
"Well... I... Umm..." Wolf waited patiently, knowing through that nose of his that Talon liked the tongue treatment he gave him, ready with a non-hurtful refusal...
"I could clean your wound. If you want that is..."
Wolf stumbled. That wasn't what he was expecting. Rubbing the bite mark again, he glanced at Talon, all eagerness and genuine concern and rolled his neck, loosening the bandage, cocking his head to the side, exposing his neck to him. Something only the most trusted of the trusted in a Shifter's life are allowed to approach.
"If you wouldn't mind..."
Talon gently licked his lips, forked tongue running over his scales nervously. Gently, he flicked the edge of the fang holes, drawing a little of Wolf into his mouth and swallowing. Wolf turned his gaze to him, smiling and placing a reassuring paw on his non-bit arm.
"It's alright Talon... Licking a wound actually relieves pain." Smiling nervously, he reached down with his tongue again, lapping up a larger amount of blood and exposing the wound. He ran around it, blood running into his maw. Eventually, he gently gripped Wolf's back and arm, lowering his head down and running his tongue all over the wound, tips edging into the fang holes in question...
Wolf rubbed his snout in thanks, before pulling away and replacing the bandage. Now, instead of seeping through fur and cloth, the blood stayed within his veins and slowly, he could feel his blood level beginning to rise. Nodding his thanks to the Dragon, he picked up his bottle of water and walked back into the cavern in which Nightshade was resting. When out of sight of Talon, he gasped, leaning against the wall, rubbing the wound almost lovingly. Talon's ministrations had been almost orgasmic...
"Dear, sweet Mother Moon..."
Wolf kept first watch that night, looking over the still forms of both his loves, cuddled together. Even now he was in a mild state of shock. Two mates? Unheard of. Unprecedented.
He smiled as Nightshade snuggled closer to the living furnace, Talon in turn folding his wings around the pair of them. They looked so content, so peaceful together... He only wished he could share that peace of theirs...
In that instant he decided. After all, all precedents had to start somewhere.
The next day Wolf kept in the side-cave, preparing something, only leaving to hunt or gather firewood. He didn't let either of them in until about noon, grasping both of their hands in his paws.
"You two know I've had my doubts about this... Trio of ours... But... Well..." Uncharacteristically, Wolf, muttered to himself, tail coiling about in agitation and ears folded against his head. Talon and Nightshade glanced at each other before placing a hand on either side of his chest and pushing him further into the side-cave. Within was a pile of animal skins and furs, apparently from his previous hunts. Swallowing in nervousness, he gripped both of their hands and brought them to his muzzle, rubbing them against his cheeks.
"Would you two... Be my mates?"
The pair rolled their eyes, Nightshade muttering an almost unheard "Finally" under her breath as they accepted, wondering what all the big fuss was about.
"Wait a minute. You don't even know what it involves..." He went on to explain, causing even Talon to blush while Nightshade sniggered nervously. This wasn't what they had expected... However both of them agreed. They each had their own versions of mating rituals, each designed to be between two members of the same species, and Wolf assured them that all three would be preformed. Between all three of them. Nuzzling them lovingly, he guided them to the pile of furs, unbuttoning his only piece of clothing, a faded pair of blue jeans, as he went.
Nightshade stripped first, her lightly tanned skin a contrast to the fur and scales on either side of her, her short lightly blonde hair like a halo around her head. They had decided to let her perform her ritual first, after discussing them, each revealing a side of each others cultures that had never been witnessed by outsiders before. Hers was also the simplest, and basically a repeat of yesterday.
She walked up to Talon, his belt and pouch, the only things he ever wore when in Dragon form, discarded by the dim embers of yesterday's fire. Trailing one hand over his chest and the other at the back of his head, she pressed herself against him, fangs growing. One hand snaked down his chest and gripped his hand, holding a finger firmly. She placed this clawed finger against her chest where her heart was and dragged it down her, creating a small incision.
Talon lowered his head and licked at the cut, his tongue trailing blood over her breasts and stomach, savouring the taste. Already she was moaning, and when Wolf's tongue joined Talon's, she shuddered, gripping onto their backs with either hand. Their tongues met and criss-crossed, occasionally entwining and parting, eventually resting by the red line, waiting for it to close over. Wolf grinned as he tasted his soon-to-be mate. Strawberry dominated over the blood, her own unique taste as individual as her scent.
Nightshade gasped and moved her hands from her mates to herself, rubbing her stomach before heading down...
Just in time she stopped herself. Now wasn't the time... She just had to be patient, that�s all... But God, was it hard...
Talon was next, cutting into his own chest with an amorous moan. The result of Nightshade's Blood Ritual, enticing excitement, rolling the mind under a wave of pure pleasure that only someone truly loved could feel. Judging from the sounds he was making, he was very loved indeed.
Her small, pink, thin tongue lapped at the trickle that poured down, never touching the actual wound. She had heard about yesterday. Talon panted as she ran over his stomach, exploring every muscle, every dip, every bulge. Eventually Wolf joined in, crawling over his neck, his chest, his stomach before lightly sucking at the cut, helping it to heal over. Like Nightshade, he had his own "Flavour". Spicy and meaty, like an exotic meal. Which he was, he thought in the back of his mind with a grin.
Finally, it was Wolf, a difficult feat as he had no wish to be shaved. Instead, they decided to simply do it in his human form. He looked much frailer between the two supernatural lovers, not as much muscle in this form as Talon, but still well toned. Borrowing the dragon's finger, he placed it on his chest and dug in, creating a much deeper hole than the others. He was hit by a wave of pain which changed into pleasure as the two gripped his furless back and pulled him to the ground, lapping and sucking like a pack on prey.
He lay there as they bit and scratched, writhing on the furs. He was far weaker in this form, and heavily exposed as the two crawled over him, but he felt nothing. He trusted them with his life, his soul, everything. Something that was rarely given to non-shifters. Even within their own pack it was uncommon. Finally, Talon lapped over the wound, helping it heal as Nightshade muttered an incantation in a lust-filled, husky voice.
Immediately the trio gasped as they felt their hearts slow or speed up, each of them beating in unison. Nightshade moaned and lowered herself back onto the furs, hands crawling over her own body. Talon and Wolf were no better off, shuddering and whimpering as the power washed over them, carrying the essence of the other two through their bodies. Talon actually climaxed as this was going on, spraying the rug beneath him as he collapsed into a moaning huddle. Wolf panted heavily, looking down on the pair of them, his Malehood quivering and ready. Biting his knuckle, he took deep breaths. It wouldn't do to take them now. It wasn't the time. Eventually the feeling passed, although they could still feel each others heartbeat in time with their own...
"Dear... Sweet... Mother Moon..." Wolf shifted back into his more comfortable furred form, gripping the pair of them tightly, inhaling their sweet scent and growled in the back of is throat. Talon chuckled weakly, still panting from his unexpected explosion. Wolf leaned in with a smile and licked at his stomach where he smeared himself, Nightshade joining in with fangs scrapping down his chest. Talon nearly choked, arching his back and flailing his tail as they went lower...
"My... God... Guys don't... Please..." The pair of them pulled back, reluctantly, as Talon took shuddering breaths. Eventually, he looked down at the mess he caused and cringed, embarrassment pouring out of him. Nightshade grinned in understanding and pulled him close, muttering into his ear. Apparently, 97% of all vampire males did the same at simply the first incision. After hearing this, he perked up somewhat as all three lounged on the furs in exhaustion.
Finally, Talon rubbed his cheek against Nightshade and Wolf, an asking tone in his rumbling growls. Licking gently at his ear, Wolf picked himself up, ready for the next ritual. Nightshade moaned, asking if it could be done on the ground. After much cajoling, they managed to get her upright...
Ready for the Dragon Ritual.
Talon pulled Nightshade against him, kissing her passionately, tongue and all. He flexed his tail and coiled around Wolf's legs, pinning him in place as his wings encircled both his to-be-mates, creating a sort of tent in which the three were pressed against each other tightly.
He broke off, fingers and tongue exploring their entire bodies as they did the same to each other, Nightshade gripping him down below just to hear his gasp of lust with a mischievous smile. A growl of pure lust rose up in his throat, but was bit back. Now wasn't the time...
Wolf gently pushed Nightshade aside and met muzzle with snout, tilting his head to fit. Teeth clashed as they met, entwining and flicking around in each other's mouth's, tracing every tooth and fang.
Talon finally pushed them away and placed his hand over his heart, now beating in time with the others. Then, with a surge of pain felt by the other's, he pushed his hand through his scales, bone and muscle into something much deeper than mere flesh and blood. Gasping in pain, gritting his teeth, he pulled out a dancing flame from within his own soul, gripping it tightly.
"Take... The fire from... My hand..." He chanted to himself as he tore the flame in two, holding it just outside their chest, over their hearts. Then, with a savage thrust, he pushed his hands containing the flames into them, pushing past the suddenly insubstantial rip cage into their hearts, setting their veins ablaze. Fire coursed through them, burning them from within, causing them to scream in pain as Talon wept. He didn't want to hurt them... But the ritual must take place...
"I'm sorry... I am so sorry..."
The flames subsided after a while, becoming little more than a faint pulse of heat within their breast that seemed to flow round them. It was Nightshade who eventually spoke, leaning on her elbows, hair all over the place.
"Now THAT'S what I call Heartburn..." Wolf sat rubbing the area Talon had shoved his hand through, the skin and fur completely unmarked. Looking up into Talon's eyes, he frowned, silently asking.
"Its my... My Flame. My Soul. My Essence. Call it what you will... But..." Nightshade made a 'keep going' motion with her hand, swaying on the spot. Talon cleared his throat, wondering whether they'd call it a blessing or a curse. The very few non-dragons who had participated in the past believed themselves "tainted"...
"It means... My Flames can't hurt you. Ever. Watch." He puffed into his hands and before either of them could move out of the way he dropped it onto them, the fire spreading over their bodies. Wolf lowered his hands as he felt the ticklish flames crawl over his body, hot to touch but not unbearably so. He moved his fingers, watching the embers dance between them, chuckling to himself. Looking up at Talon he mock scowled and pulled him down into a bone crushing hug, nuzzling his mate fiercely.
Wolf was last, and for good reason. His kind didn't have a ritual as such. Instead, it was a transfer of energy.
"What kind of energy?" Talon was in high spirits, glad that neither of them were angry for not completely filling them in about his kind's ritual. Nightshade leaned back, matching Talon's questioning stare. Wolf chuckled, reaching down and whispering into both of their ears. Immediately Talon burst out into a grin of part anticipation, part terror while Nightshade made an approving noise in her throat, stretching for what was to come...
The time they were all waiting for.
Wolf let his eyes move from Talon to Nightshade, then back again, simply moving back and forth. Who first? Closing his eyes, he moved forward, gripping the first arm he touched and pulled it closer to himself, inhaling deeply.
Nightshade.
Slowly, he licked around the nape of her neck, teeth scraping down her skin and fur tickling her nose. He steadied himself before reaching behind her with one foot, applying slight pressure to her knees; forcing her onto the ground. He let his hands travel around her, eventually coming to a rest above her entrance, breathing heavily onto it. He pushed his nose against her, causing her to yelp with the sudden coldness as he breathed in, shuddering as her scent filled his lungs. Growling, he pushed his tongue in, tasting her.
Meanwhile, Talon was sitting next to Nightshade, kissing her passionately, his fingers dancing over her skin. With a smirk, he moved his hand away, creating a fireball which he clenched in his fist. When he opened it again, the fire was gone, replaced by glowing fingertips. Just as Wolf began to lap her already flowing juices, he placed his glowing hot fingertips against her skin, smiling as she moaned at the sudden heat moving over her body.
Assaulted by both heat and cold, Nightshade wriggled, pushing herself towards Wolf's tongue while gripping Talon's fingers and guiding them over her body. Eventually, the two met; Talon stroking her from above, Wolf lapping from below. Wolf nuzzled his fingers lightly, feeling the heat wash over his ears, that one weak spot of the Shifter anatomy. Growling into Nightshade, he bit down lightly, sucking and nibbling.
Eventually, Nightshade screamed and a flood entered Wolf's mouth which he happily shared with Talon, tongues wrapping round each other as Wolf kept massaging her entrance. Breaking the kiss, he leaned over Nightshade again, his member throbbing against her before being pushed in violently.
The pair wriggled together, trying to accommodate each other, finally settling into a position which Wolf maintained by hunching down, gripping Nightshade from behind and thrusting that way. Finally satisfied, he looked over his shoulder at Talon, who was apparently left out. Grinning, he lifted his tail, wiggling his hips.
Talon didn't need to be asked twice.
Wolf pulled out, letting Talon inside to let Nightshade coat him in her fluids, before pulling him out and pushing him aside, reclaiming his position. Talon hovered behind him, hands resting on his back, pushing his tail away from his face as he traced Wolf's furless opening with a thumb. Wolf was making no move to begin without Talon, much to Nightshade's annoyance as he took his sweet time hesitating. Eventually, she reached round and spread Wolf apart, adding to the invitation. Licking his lips in nervousness, Talon pushed against him, stretching him wider than was intended. Wolf groaned as felt Talon push past his orifice, forcing himself deeper, finally coming to a rest within him. Seemingly exhausted by this simply procedure, Talon leaned down on Wolf's back, rubbing his face into his fur and breathing deeply.
Wolf wriggled, making sure everything was in place, biting back a lustful howl as he felt Talon wiggle in him, and Nightshade wiggle on him. He coiled his tail around Talon's leg as best he could, holding Nightshade's head and back in a firm, yet gentle grip. Then, slowly, he began to rock, slipping in and out of Nightshade, feeling Talon match him blow for blow before setting his own pace, thrusting into him.
Nightshade moaned and reached round Wolf to grip both his fur and one of Talon's horns, arching her hips against the pair. She bit her lip as Wolf thrust faster, slapping against her as Talon dug his fingertips into his hips hard enough to draw blood. Wolf, caught in the middle, growled as he felt Talon quiver within him before a wave of heat bloomed within him. Nightshade followed soon after, a small pool of leaking juices from both parties trickling down Wolf's thighs. Pulling Nightshade's head onto his shoulder, he reached down with his other hand and gripped her lower back, pushing her into him sharply, causing him to howl in both pain and pleasure as he spilled within her, overflowing in the non-shifter before him, adding his own contribution to the spreading pool below. Suddenly, his entire body began to glow white, an aura of energy sparking off his fur. Then a small piece of that energy gathered and flowed down, past where he was joined to Nightshade and into her, causing her to screech in ecstasy. Immediately, a black aura appeared around her, a black orb travelling back through the passage the first orb of energy travelled through, into Wolf. The two gasped as they felt their energies mix, infusing with one another. And just as suddenly as it came, it ended, leaving three exhausted supernaturals.
The three panted heavily, trailing tongues and lips over each other as Talon pulled out, collapsing onto the furs below, just missing the pool. Wolf was next, lowering Nightshade gently before slipping out, nuzzling her fiercely before doing the same to Talon.
It was Nightshade's turn next, Wolf lying on the ground, pointing up towards the cavern roof. Nightshade sat down on his stomach supported by large furred arms that crept over her body, guiding his shaft back into her. He thrust a few times, firming up once again before pulling out and lifting her gently. She gripped him tightly, guiding him to her other entrance and pushing down on him. Her fingers gripped Wolf's thighs, her sharp nails creating a matching set of wounds on either side of him. He thrust a few times, working his way into her until he was completely covered, letting Nightshade rest against his chest as Talon stood over them. Lowering himself to the ground, he gripped Nightshade's shoulders and locked his legs with Wolf before pushing into Nightshade, kisses trailing over her neck and mouth.
The two sat there, waiting for Nightshade to give them to go ahead. As they waited, they could feel each other through her, bumping against one another in the thin flesh between them. With a nod of the head from Nightshade, the two began to rock in unison, pulling out as one, re-entering as one and meeting as one within. Wolf slipped his head through her left shoulder, nuzzling her as Talon did the same to her right side. A perfect symmetry.
Eventually though, that broke apart as the two began to thrust according to their own speeds, once or twice slipping out completely and colliding before being grabbed and rammed back in. Nightshade's head was lolling around, moan and groans echoing through the cavern as the two males mercilessly pounded into her, snarling and whimpering to one another. Finally Talon moaned and almost pulled her off Wolf as he gripped her and with a massive thrust, snarled, engulfed in flames, and rocked into her, shaft pumping into her. A red aura burst into being around him, like a miniature inferno which flowed down him into her, just as her own black energy flowed into him, setting their bodies ablaze. Gritting his teeth, Talon withdrew, severing the connecting energies and leaving Wolf to finish off as she gripped him and pulled his slick member towards her face.
As Nightshade ran her tongue over Talon, Wolf reached round and slipped a few fingers into her, still rocking. Biting down sharply on the reptile, forcing him to yelp in Pain/Pleasure, she coated his paw in fresh, rain-like fluid, which he eagerly licked off his paw, increasing the speed of his thrusts until he released into her, biting down on his hand, sucking. His tongue hung out on her shoulder, teeth glinting as his chest heaved with the simple task of breathing. Eventually, she managed to pull herself upright, rubbing her cheek against Wolf's stained shaft, licking off the mess.
Talon breathed deeply, knowing what was coming next. He still had to "exchange" with Wolf, still had to join with him. Like the others, it was his first time, all the pains and pleasures new experiences... Which they enjoyed with relish. As he was staring up to the cavern roof, not really paying attention, a furred hand slid over his chest from behind, pulling him against Wolf's chest. All fears left him, seemingly drawn out of him by the gentle rising and falling of the canine's chest as he gripped his paw fiercely. He leaned in next to the lizard's ear, muttering about how he would never hurt him, Nightshade agreeing with him as she rested against Wolf next to him. Cracking his neck, he turned round, rubbed his cheeks with the others before pulling away, finally ready.
Nightshade stretched out on the furs, arms over her head as Talon lay down on top of her, inhaling deeply. While not as sensitive as Wolf's, he could still smell his own scent on her, claiming her as his own. Smiling lovingly, he pushed into her, his longer meat straining her. He was on all fours, more like the winged dinosaur he was depicted as rather than a humanoid at the moment, bucking into her softly, letting them both get used to the heat and pressure. A furry finger ran down his back, causing him to gasp as Wolf gripped him firmly, claws skidding off scales. Wolf lowered his muzzle and gently probed Talon, his saliva coating his entrance as Talon and Nightshade moaned in tandem. Pulling himself back upright, he pressed against him, questioning. Lifting his tail higher, over Wolf's shoulder, he gritted his teeth and scraped the rock underfoot as he forced his way in, struggling against him.
"Talon... It's okay... Relax..." Taking a deep breath, Talon slumped a little, muscles relaxing, making Wolf's entry easier.
Talon began a brutal thrusting against Nightshade, flames and smoke billowing out of his nostrils as he snarled into her chest, tongue snaking over her. She reached round, fingernails gripping into the chinks between his scales and lifted herself up to meet him coming down, the slap as they slammed against each other echoing in the cave system. Wolf stood on two legs, claws reaching round to his softer underbelly and digging in, fixing them together. His tail trailed over Nightshade's legs, while one hand rubbed Talon's blood over his stomach, pulling back his blood-stained paw and licking the ichor off his claws. All the while they continued to thrust, their snarls, growls and moans making a cacophony that would have both terrified and aroused any that came across it. Forcing his hips deeper into Nightshade, Talon lifted his head to the heavens and roared, letting a stream of white hot flame splash over the rock before engulfing the trio, crackling over their skin and fur. Nightshade refused to give him up however, and reached up, pulling his head down before digging her fangs into his shoulder, not drinking, not sucking, just gripping. Talon continued to thrust as his seed seeped over the pair until she was satisfied, screaming into his shoulder.
Wolf leaned over and lapped at the wound, slowly moving the blood around his mouth before swallowing. His teeth grazed over the wound before dipping his canines into the holes left behind, gripping him as he pumped harder. Soon, the familiar blaze of white energy burst into being around him as he came into Talon, howling to the hidden sky as a part of his very soul slipped into Talon, sending a little of his back into him. He stayed within him for a few minutes, getting his breath back before slipping out with a wet, slippery sound, rolling onto the furs beneath him, chest heaving. His fur was crackling with three energies, white, black and red and with a vicious snarl they poured into him, infusing with him again.
The trio lay there, each too occupied with their own thoughts and feelings, little waves of pleasure still washing over them from time to time. Somehow, Wolf managed to crawl over and pull the two into his chest, a strange purr-like growl vibrating through him and into them.
"I feel like I could sleep for a month..." Talon rolled his eyes up to Wolf, his eyes closed and chuckled. He felt the same but was damned if he would admit it.
"What happened to that famous Shifted Stamina I've heard so much about?" Nightshade lightly swatted at him with a flailing hand, neck and shoulders loose with a smile on her face. Wolf made an effort to sit up, taking his two mates with him.
"I'm still recovering from blood loss... Just wait... When I'm back to full strength, you'll see that stamina for yourself..." Talon's eyes widened as Nightshade spluttered. He wasn't serious was he?
Nightshade rested a hand over his heart, feeling the pulse beneath his fur. She inhaled sharply, pulling her hand away quickly before looking at Talon with shocked eyes.
"He isn't kidding..." Talon sighed and leaned back, all the little aches and pains making him smile. He chuckled, arms wrapping round his two mates and rested his head on Wolf's furred chest alongside Nightshade.
"Damn... Looks like I've got some catching up to do..."
"You and me both..." Nightshade gripped his clawed hand and her breathing slowed until a light snoring rose and fell in time with Wolf's breathing.
"Oh great... She snores?"
"So do you..."
"I... Do... Not..." His voice trailed away as a small hissing snore grew making Wolf smile. Nuzzling the pair, he rested his head on their shoulders and fell into a snore-less slumber...