Siblings Sharing

“You ain’t half bad for a pony-raised drake.” Her father chuckled with a deep booming voice, giving Spike a playful pat on the back, which, if he wasn’t ready for it, would have sent him crashing to the ground from the massive size difference between them.

Smolder has to hold back a giggle, “Told ya, pops. He's a good guy.”

“And a fighter at that. He doesn't look like it, but if he easily kicked the rears of all of Garble’s pals, he's definitely dragon enough for you.” Her mom says with a toothy smile, glad to see that despite his lithe form, the drake can hold his own when he needs to.

“It was nice meeting you as well. And the gems were amazing.” Spike says with a sheepish grin, glad their meeting had gone way better than he expected, “As well as all the info on dragon mating rituals... it was... very detailed.” He cleared his throat.

“Ya needed to learn it one way or another; Smolder does have your mark, so she's part of your hoard now, or as you called it, your ‘herd’. And she's definitely gonna be at the center of it, whether you want her there or not,” her father jokes, slapping Spike on the back yet again, nearly sprawling him out on the floor.

“Okay, I think we've had enough action for one day, so why don't we all hit the sack? We're gonna be here a few days, so no need to tire us all out now.” Smolder says as she grabbed Spike by the arm, leading him away from her parents with a smile.

As the four of them headed to their respective rooms in the cave, Garble was in his own, staring at the stalactite above him. He skipped out on dinner, not wanting to spend the time staring at the newest drake to the table, opting, instead, to utilize his workout equipment. For him, it was how he relaxed, ridding himself of any mental annoyances, while keeping himself in tip top shape.

He ditched his clothes into the growing laundry pile midway through his workout, as they were already soaked in sweat. Garble’s brow furrowed as he grunted, counting each rep as he curled his dumbells to his chest, his mind focusing on the growing pains in his arms as the rest of his family ate. Before long, he reached his target, dropping his gear to the ground and flopping onto his bed, staring at his ceiling as his body glistened with a layer of sweat.

After a minute or so to catch his breath, his mind started wandering again, looking up at the familiar rock jetting down, noticing the subtle grooves and features of its cylindrical shape, as well as the water slowly dropping down, almost pulsating its rigid...

"Alright, that's my ceps done, now to get my pecs!" Garble quickly says a bit too loudly as he bolted upright, ripping his eyes away from the rock structure before him and jogging over to his bench for some bench presses. As he puts in the weights, though, he starts mumbling the rest of his workout plans. "Gonna step it up this time, get back up to the top of my game! Yeah, an extra ten oughta do it!"

With that he kept on with his workout, constantly fighting his own body, as his eyes continued to wander the room, looking everywhere but the now noticeably phallic rock formation. His goal was simply to take his mind off that one certain subject, but the very attempt itself was straining him. “Maybe a hot bath will help...” He suggested, walking over to his bedroom lava pool, tucked neatly in the farthest corner from his bed.

He slipped into the pool, bathing his body in the soothing heat of the lava. “Just forget about it...” He mumbles, just starting to enjoy the peace and quiet, but as he soaks, his brain was betraying him; what should have been relaxing only got him more riled up, particularly down south. He closes his eyes, sinking completely under the pool before growling and jumping out, slamming down on his bed in frustration, his erection failing to leave after every attempt to rid his mind of those sinful thoughts.

He closes his eyes, readying his body, and tries to focus on one of the hot dragonesses he's seen to deal with his arousal. He pictured her round, perky breasts and smooth, sensual scales pressing against him, his claws groping and kneading their bouncy rears, but just as his hand slid down to his towering spire, the scales beneath his claws changed to those of a more muscular form. Garble grunts as the once stunning dragoness was transformed into a tough and powerful drake, pinning him down on his bed, fixing his hands above his head, unable to cover himself as their mascline musk filled his nostrils.

“HGUHG!” Garble shakes himself out of the fantasy, his cock twitching in his grasp, his tip oozing with pre-cum.

He slammed his fist into the cave wall, growling, “What is wrong with me?” He closes his eyes once again, trying to bring the dragoness back, but she was replaced by the same unknown male. He clenched his eyes tighter, trying harder and harder to bring her back, but the more tried, the more he took notice that the male was familiar to him... this figure, becoming clearer, more detailed, filling in each and every one of his secret desires. It became... Spike.

His cock twitches at the realization of the purple and green dragon, but the rest of him clenches, desperately fighting against the truth, eventually forcing him to give up on satisfying himself for the time being and he just sits on the edge of his bed. “Food... Maybe some gems would help... Shouldn’t have skipped out on dinner...” He remarked, getting up and leaving his room, now noticing the time of day, particularly that his parents would certainly be in a deep sleep by now, so there'd be no reason to put any clothes on. Heck, maybe cold cave air might help him kill his boner.

“That went... much better than expected,” Spike mentions again, wrapping a lava proof towel around his waist. “Kinda surprising how easily they accepted me.”

“Yeah, I kinda guessed they'd be fine with you. Especially after hearing your heroic feats of strength... and saving an entire empire or two,” She giggles from the next room, getting something ready for her drake.

“Now I just have to worry about Garble. And of course he still hates me... not much of a shocker there.” He sighs as he plops his butt down on the edge of Smolder’s bed, luckily big enough for the two of them. “I mean, I know it shouldn’t bother me, but there's just gotta be something I can do to make amends, you know?”

“Come on now, Spike, I told you, I got it. Trust me, I know exactly how to patch things up between you. But that can come later~” Her tone shifts, becoming more sensual as she walks out from behind a corner, wearing a handmade set of lingerie, barely covering her luscious body with its transparent gown, flowing down to her bountiful hips and trailing back up her curves to her bra, gently squeezing her breasts between a thin piece of string, the only thing holding it together. Along with a pair of long black stockings, trailing up her legs, and a tiny pair of panties barely covering her bits while hugging her gracious hips, he was helpless before her. “Because right now, it's time for us to have some fun~”

Spike’s frills and fins shot up, his spear rising and lifting the towel covering him as her seductive gaze locks onto her prize, “Whoa...”

Garble’s ear flicked, hearing a strange sound, almost like a low groan, coming from Smolder’s room as he passed by. In the long hours he's been working out, he had completely forgotten that they were even staying there, and in the time between freezing in confusion and remembering they were there, he starts hearing long, wet, slurping sounds, emanating from the same room. His tip twitches, he bites his lip, and knowing what was taking place, he takes a step back, looking at the door, seeing a very thin crack of light. Moving just enough to see inside, he stifles a gasp as he sees Smolder on her knees in front of Spike, wrapping her lips hungrily around his thick, throbbing member.

Smolder smirks around the meat in her mouth, seeing that he was right on time. Glancing at the door, their eyes met, she winks at him, and then uses her tail to motion for him to stay while her head slowly started bobbing on her mate's cock, letting it slide deeper and deeper into her throat with each bob. The sight causes Garble to start licking his lips, seeing the girth bulging inside her throat, his tip leaking pre as he watched, captivated by the movement on his cock and the swaying of his heavy balls, filed with seed, giving him the urge to taste it, himself, to feel it gliding across his tongue, and down his throat.

Smolder pulls back to suckle Spike's tip, letting Garble see his full length, teasing him as one hand gets to feel the girth of his impressive shaft, while the other fondled his perfectly rounded orbs. Smiling at the need burning in her brothers eyes, she slowly stands, letting go of her lovers cock. “Lay back, SuSu~ I wanna feel that tongue of yours~” She says with a sway of her hips, tugging her panties down, showing Spike just how eager she was, while not exactly telling him everything she was excited about.

He nods his head, quickly laying back, eager to pleasure her as well, and while letting his cock stand tall and proud, he licks his lips, watching as Smolder crawls over him, her tail swaying as she finds the perfect position above him. He takes a whiff of her sweet scent as she lowers her rear, planting her ass against his face, and as soon as she settled herself down, his hands were already groping her voluptuous ass.

“Ah~ Eager for a meal, are y-oh~?!” She gasped, arching her back as his tongue dives deep into her dripping flower.

His chuckles were muffled between her cheeks as his tongue went back to work.

Regaining some composure, she leans down and begins licking his shaft, locking her eyes with Garble's once again, who was still at the door, watching their every move. 'What do you think?' Smolder mouthed, catching the red dragon's attention just enough for him to start licking his lips. He simply watched, entranced, as she moved her tongue over the rod before her, subtly noticing her finger, motioning him to come closer as she mouthed, ‘Come on in GarGar~’

His mind was in a trance, his cock was throbbing, his mouth was drooling, and his eyes were locked onto the sight before him, with Spike being blinded by his sister's booty, he was subconsciously soothed in the notion that no one would ever know but he and her. The one being he could trust with anything. So, before he knew it, Garble was silently entering the room, his gaze flicking between Smolder, Spike, and the sword she was offering him.

A powerful, musky, masculine scent smacked him as he drew near, emanating from Spike’s package, arousing him further with every step, causing Smolder to smirk at how easily he ended up on his knees, just inches away from the cock he wanted so badly.

“Impressive~ Right, Big Bro?” Smolder asks in a hushed tone, meeting with Garble's eyes as she takes him out of his trance.

Garble stumbles back a bit, finally seeing where he was, and who was staring at him, causing his face to flare up a darker red, “I... I didn’t mean to... I um...” His jumbled search for an explanation, or even an apology, only to be cut short by Smolder putting a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“It's so big, hard, and tasty~” She licks her lips, stroking it from base to tip, licking the drop of pre that oozed from the top as she did so.

He watches attentively, “I... I’m not... this...”

“In fact... I might need some help with this~” She says, kissing the twitching tip, “Don’t you think so, GarGar?”

“W-What about Spike?” He manages to ask, hesitant and worried.

She rolls her eyes, but gives him a small smile. “He can’t see through my ass, GarGar,” She softly says, grinding her ass against Spike's face and getting a greatly muffled growl of approval in return. “He'll never know~”

Garble swallows the lump in his throat. The room smelling so strongly of sex, with him at the very center of it, just inches away from Spike’s throbbing member, a sight he would never get to see again if he didn’t take this chance.

“Come on, big bro~ It's just you, me, and this~” She coos, wrapping her lips around the girthy meat once again, suckling its savory taste. "Delicious package~"

He leans in, but stops before making contact, “I... can’t. I... I'm not...” He stops, pondering about the juicy morsel just inches from his face.

"Just a taste?" Smolder asked, knowing he was so close to giving in. "Just one little lick? And if you don’t enjoy it, you can just walk away, like it never happened at all."

He thinks hard, his face holding its blush, his body aroused and ready, and the thought that this could finally quell the urges and thoughts bubbling in his head drove him forth. Plus, if he did hate it, things would go back to normal, where all the images of muscular dragons pinning him down and having their way with his body would vanish.

He gets closer, his nose practically touching Spike’s spire, “M-Maybe... just... one...” He says, his eyes catching a glint in Smolder’s as her wings opened, her lust-filled vision coming through.

He takes a deep breath, slowly inches his tongue out, and before he knew it, his tongue was dragging along it’s prize. He shivered, feeling the heat pulsating onto his tongue, sensing each and every ridge, bump, and barb as he moves up the shaft, and tasting the drakes masculine, salty, yet savory flavor. His eyes rolled back, shutting as the sensation overwhelmed him, his throat emanating a soft moan as he reached the tip, snatching up several droplets of pre rushing out for him.

He pulls them into his mouth, enjoying the new sensation on his tongue, and without a second thought, his tongue was lapping over the delectable tool once more. Again and again, he felt the fleshy barbs passing over his tongue, guided only by instinct and Smolder's gentle hand, slowly moving him up to his tip, coating it with a new layer of saliva.

“Now for the next step, GarGar~” She softly whispers, not wanting to take him out of his groove, pressing the tip against his mouth.

There was only a moment of hesitation, but the walls he had built to deny his desire were slowly cracking. His tongue awkwardly coils around its prey as he took it slowly into his maw, only for a sudden buck from Spike to cause him to pause.

“Watch the teeth, bro. Don’t want him losing any stiffness.” She warns, giving him his first piece of advice as he looks up to her, nodding briefly before he began sliding further down.

Spike grunts a little, feeling the occasional tooth nicking his shaft, assuming it was just Smolder giving him a bit more of a tease, but the more he thought about it, he found it odd for her to ease up so much with only teasing licks. He responded by doubling down, slapping her ass and getting a loud moan, feeling her slit winking against his lips.

Garble pulled back from the few inches in his mouth, gasping some much needed air. His cock throbbed below, but it was ignored as he watched how easily his little sister moved in to replace him, quickly sliding Spike's cock down her throat. The act forces out muffled moans of pleasure and light bucks from the drake below her, causing his balls to bounce up, right into Garble’s muzzle. The dragon peered down, watching them moving closer before giving them a lick, testing the waters as his sister took the shaft above.

Spike was confused, he felt a tongue brushing across his family jewels, but the pleasure was so good that he could hardly care at the moment. Too focused on Smolder grinding her ass against his muzzle, showing him that she wanted even more attention.

Removing herself from his member with a wet pop, Smolder watches as Garble quickly takes her place, leaving Spike’s orbs to focus on his tip. “Breath through your nose, it lets you keep tasting his treat in your mouth.” Says instructs him with a lick of her lips.

Garble nods, taking Spike's cock into his mouth yet again, minding his teething and breathing through his nose. He couldn't help but moan, running his hands along the drakes thighs, rubbing them idly as he slowly bobs his head, enjoying each pulse and fresh drop of pre. It felt right. This felt right, being here, with Spike, and something about that made it all that much better.

Watching her brother work, Smolder massages her breast and grinds her ass against her lover. She revels in the comfort growing on Garble's face as he gave his first blowjob, and shivers at the thought of teaching him more in the future. The thought of something so taboo; of sharing her mate with another male, especially her brother, only made everything that much more erocitc.

Garble’s face was red with enjoyment and lust, the frustration and anger from all the times he had to hide his erection around his gang was gone. It didn’t matter here. His cock was free to enjoy as much as he desired, giving his all to this stud of a drake, who would never even know who was doing it.

Smolder felt Spike’s claws digging into her thick rear, and she heard him let out a louder growl of pleasure than before. He was close, and she debated if she should warn Garble or not, but Garble seemed to feel it, himself, with his hands wrapped around his base. He bobbs faster, moaning as each inch of Spike's cock felt like heaven in his mouth, and he begins sucking, lapping at every drop of pre bursting with flavor.

She moans, coming closer and closer to her edge, feeling a shiver running down her spine as smoke and wisps of fire trail out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Spike thrusts his hips, causing Garble to gag ever so lightly, causing his eyes grow wider, and making his mouth suck ever more vigorously. Soon, Spike’s balls began tightening, shifting closer to his tensing body as he unleashed a torrent of pent up spunk right into Garble's mouth.

Garble suddenly found his mouth being filled by a warmth he never knew existed, widening his eyes and locking his hands onto Spike’s legs, trying to swallow the salty fluid as quick as he could. The sheer volume, however, was far too much for him to handle, forcing him to pull off, gasping for air as the cock springs free, releasing its remaining loads onto Garble's muzzle, coating it in its sticky goodness.

The sight of her brother’s mouth being filled, and his face getting rope after rope pushes her over the edge to a powerful orgasm, squirting juices all over her mate.

Spike continues thrusting his hips, eagerly tasting the familiar flavor of his dragonesses’s flower. Between each wave of pleasure, he greedily lapped at her winking clit, being rewarded with moans of pleasure from each lick. As his orgasm died down, he felt Smolder shifting her weight, but only enough for him to get some fresh air and to hear her next words.

“Ready for another round, SuSu~” She asks between pants, looking back at him with a smirk as Garble stares at Spike's cock, absentmindedly swallowing the cum in his mouth.

Feeling the warm cum gliding down his throat, his tongue lashes about, keeping the flavor fresh in his mind, reminding him of its perfectly savory nature, sending his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He enjoyed every second of what just happened; giving a male, specifically Spike, a blowjob, something he never would have done just a few days prior. His throbbing erection was still standing tall, proof of how much it excited him, further conflicting him as he fought the fact that he's done something so gay, and yet it felt so good. So right.

He licks his lips, catching more of the lingering taste, and feels his stomach, filled with warmth. But as his hunger was sated, a new feeling was making itself known, a sense of emptiness that was starting to edge its way to the forefront of his mind. It was a feeling he's never felt, in a place he has never thought about, a hole, growing inside him, tingling with desire to be touched, to be filled, to be ravaged. A sensation that had first appeared when he was pinned when he lost King of the Hoard for the first time.

All other thoughts were silenced as he looked before him, seeing the tower coming back to its rightful height, all but this new desire, a desire he now knew how to fulfill.

Smolder saw the blank look on her brothers face, making her nervous from the several moments of silence. She honestly didn’t expect him to go this far, swallowing Spike’s load was a big step, maybe too far. Or at least that's what she thought before he stood up, and instead of running out of the room, he came forward, climbing onto the bed, and before she could say anything, she saw the gentle sway in his tail, and how he brushed his body against Spike's cock with a lidded look of pleasure on his face.

Her jaw nearly dropped, seeing him positioning his rear above the slickened rod, “GarGar...” She exhaled, the idea of what he was going to do fully hitting her, making her clit wink wildly.

Spike, by this point, was absolutely certain someone else was there, but waits as Smolder leans back, pressing her ass harder against his face. He feels something pressing against his tip, something that wasn't lips, he felt firm scales and the underside of a tail. He couldn’t question it, his muzzle was busy being buried deep within her rose bud.

Garble winces as his virgin anus is stretched, attempting to put something so girthy inside him that quickly is nearly impossible. Smolder can tell he's struggling, knowing it wouldn't be easy, being a formally straight male, never having any experience with anything going in. He needs help, especially when the look in his eyes screams that he needs draconic lust.

“Hey GarGar... Let me help you out.” She says, her tone soft and comforting, bringing him back just enough to remind him of her presense.

He blushes, looking up to her, “H-How...” He manages, having been mostly silent so far.

“Turn around, lift your tail, and relax...” She tells him, motioning for him to move closer and expose himself to her.

He was hesitant at first, but feeling Spike's rod flexing against his clenching pucker, as well as the empty sensation growing stronger, he moves, turning and lifting his tail, showing her his rose. This is wrong, he knows it, doing anything with his little sister was just wrong, but he's too far deep into his lust to care. Smolder takes her fingers, slicking them with silva, and while using her free hand to spread his muscled cheeks, slowly traces his entrance, moistening it up as she goes, and eases him to relax with her calming voice, preparing him for her poke.

“Can't wait to feel him inside you, can you? Well, we just have to get you... ready~” She coos as pressed a finger against his hole.

He tenses for a second, but she was right, and if he wants to sate his growing lust, he had to loosen up. With a soft sigh, he relaxes, his tail going stiff instead, as he felt her finger entering him. She eased into him, slowly sliding in, gently moving around, getting him used to the feeling of being filled.

Garble gasps and breaths, fighting his natural reaction to clench and resist, adjusting to the intruder, finding it harder, yet easier than he thought. As he slowly became used to her first finger, she pressed her second, sliding it along her first, spreading him wider, and making him moan.

“Ah-ah~!” He was getting more and more into it, contracting and loosening around her teasing fingers, almost begging for more.

“That's right, big bro~” Smolder teases, “If your little sister can take it, I'm sure my big brother can~ Can't you~”

Garble nods, too focused to find his voice and wanting to be ready, moaning as a third finger slowly joined the others. Her other hand, meanwhile, reaches down, running across his sculpted pecs to his chiseled abs, “It's gonna show~ Maybe about... here~ Yeah, here's where it'll show~” She licks his neck, rubbing the spot she expects to see a bulge very soon.

Garble would have normally challenged her to anything, as siblings would, but he was focusing on filling that void with not her fingers, but the thick, throbbing tool before him. He moaned as Smolder’s fingers slowly pumped in and out of his pucker, rubbing and stretching his virgin star, focusing his mind on what she was preparing him for.

Once she feels him loose enough, she slowly pulls her fingers out, sliding a wet, slippery sound of his now ready hole, a sound that was music to her ears. “I think you're ready, GarGar~” She says, guiding him back down Spike’s body, positioning him above Spike's waiting shaft.

This time, he keeps lax, and, with Smolder’s help, easily lines the tip between his cheeks, his tail swaying with excitement. He slowly lowers himself down, pressing the tip against his entrance once again, but this time, after just a bit of pressure, he let out a moan as the tip popped in.

It was fading; the emptiness was being filled, and it was before the first inch of Spikes girth made it inside his ass. Grinding against the drake below them, Smolder releases her brother, letting Garble set his own pace as he lowers himself down. Girthier and longer than her fingers, he felt each and every centimeter sliding into him, filling him more then he ever would have imagined.

“I-It feels... So... Big~” He gasps, placing his hands on Spike’s tightly tone abdomen, balancing himself as he squats further down.

The first of his many fleshy barbs sent a wave of pleasure inside him as it slowly slid in, forcing out pant after pant as his cock throbs, ready to explode, moaning as he feels himself sliding more and more of Spike's cock inside him. He rolls his hips, swirling the cock around within him, rubbing it against every nook and cranny, building his pleasure with every pulse of the drake's cock.

Spike’s claws digs into Smolder’s ass, earning a groan and a shake on his face, and he moans as he feels how tight the other dragon is around his cock. He could tell they were taking it slow, perhaps because it's their first time, whoever they are, and that thought made him groan, almost as much as the vice-like hole, itself, at least as much as he could, being kept quiet by his dragoness's rear.

Garble stops his decent, his ass filled with so much of Spike’s meat already. He moans as he slowly raises himself up and lowers himself back down to the halfway point yet again. Over and over again, he starts his slow, methodical rhythm as Smolder watches on, biting her lip, enjoying the site of her brother riding another drake's cock.

She was groping her breasts while grinding harder against her lover, practically begging him to eat her out like never before as she watched inch after inch disappearing into her dearest older brother. Glancing up, she saw his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and what she could have sworn were hearts in his eyes as he worked closer and closer to the base of Spike's dick. She looks back down to see his cock spewing a river of pre, untouched by anyone's hands, all the while noticing Spike beginning to thrust his hips, instinctively trying to get balls deep inside the being riding his shaft, a feat he was so close to achieving.

Garble could feel Spike’s cock pulsing inside of him, thrusting ever so slightly as he finally got the first half of it into his ass. But before he could work his way back up, Spike gives another thrust, harder than before, and brushes his tip against a spot Garble never knew existed. His body froze, eyes wide open and mouth agape, wanting to let out an animalistic cry of pleasure, but no sound could be made, as Spike’s thrust controlled him now, with every ridge and vein sending him further into ecstasy.

Smolder saw the love drunk look forming on her brother's face, and before she knew it, his whole body moved down in one swift motion. “G-GarGar?!” She gasped as she saw a bulge in her brother's stomach.

Spike’s eyes were rolling back, the tightness of the being riding him, squeezing around his shaft like nothing before. There was one strange feeling, though, nearly taking him out of his state; the feeling of something plopping against his stomach, but that was quickly dismissed by his cock being swallowed again by the third member’s passage. His rider came down hard, timed with his thrust to smack Spike's balls against whoever managed to take him so quickly in these past few seconds.

“Y-You okay, bro?” Smolder stutters, clamping her legs around Spike's head, forcing him further against her soaking passage, her clit winking wildly as she kept glancing at her silent brother before her.

Garble slowly looks to her, his body briefly slowing, and his eyes coming back down from their heavenly gaze, rolling back into position. “Amazing~” Was all he says, the hearts in his eyes growing bigger, showing how wild he was about to go.

Before she could reply, Garble leans forward, raising his hips, just to slam them back down, bouncing on the drake's cock as he starts moaning once again, louder and higher pitch than before. He wasn't alone, though, as Spike started thrusting harder, matching his rider's eagerness, filling the room with wet, sloppy smacks as the large red drake’s ass met the hunk of a purple dragon.

“...” Smolder was speechless, at least until she let out a moan from Spike attacking her clit, fueling the fire of watching her brother riding him, mixed with her lover working ever harder to give her such amazing pleasure, making her wetter and wetter.

“More~!” Garble moaned as he slams himself back down, never wanting to be without the sensation he was being filled with, having a cock buried so deep inside him. “I want it all!” He shouts, no longer caring who heard him; lost to draconic lust.

Spike was so busy thrusting and eating that he couldn't register what was said, nor could he recognize the voice, as it was so heavily muffled by his currently ass-filled world. He did understand, though, that they both wanted more, and more he shall give them, thrusting and eating even harder, as hard as he could.

Smolder bites her lip and starts moaning louder, loving how her stud of a boyfriend, and now cock hungry big brother, were both enjoying such great pleasure from one another. Her plan was working so much better than expected, and it made her pussy quake more than ever before, making her clit wink aggressively against Spike’s muzzle. Her eyes start trailing down, getting a look at the union of her two dragons, only to notice the never ending river of pre leaking out of one of them.

“I... so... close...” is all Garble could manage, his eyes rolling back as Spike’s thrusts got harder and faster every second, not needing to focus on his cock, as it was a pot boiling over all on its own.

His hips slam down one more time, hilting himself on Spike’s cock, smashing the ridges against his prostate, forcing out a breathless moan as he finally came. His throbbing red member shot out heavy loads of cum across the green scales between him and Smolder, each rocket of seed following a high-pitched moan from the drake as he ground his ass into Spike’s lap.

Smolder watches each shot of her brother's seed flying across Spike’s chest, her hips moving faster across his face as she saw her loving big brother finally hitting his climax, all thanks to her Spikey. Her tail shoots up as Spike nibbles her clit, just as Garble’s strongest shot reaches her stomach, sending her cascading over the edge, right into a powerful orgasm.

Spike's mouth fills with more of his dragonness's juices, and his nose floods with her essence. ‘Fuck that's a lot~ And what's...’ his mind would have wondered more about the wet warmth on his chest, but the taste, the smell, and tightening grip of their guest's passage made great strides to keep his attention.

Smolder drools as she rides out her high, her body slowly becoming limp as she comes down. “All yours, GarGar...” she softly says as the last of her strength leaves her, making her roll off Spike’s face.

Garble’s moans softened as his orgasm subsided, but his eyes were locked onto the handsome drake below him, admiring his chiseled jawline, his smooth, polished scales, and his deep, emerald green eyes, now staring back at him. Neither could speak, nor could even think about their position, as their bodies were still so close to the height of pleasure.

On instinct, Spike sits up, breathing heavily as his hands slam down on Garble’s hips, earning a long, low, pleasureful whine from the larger dragon. The only thing in his mind was the fiery passion, the need, the desire, to breed the being riding him this night. His hips quickly pierces up, regaining their pace as he pounds Garble with all his might, now unrestricted by any outside force.

Garble wraps his arms around spike, his tail swinging wildly as he lets himself be used, crying out in pleasure like a dragoness in heat.

“More! Spikey! MORE!” He drools as his lover's purple claws sink into his ass, taking every inch of his cock, feeling Spike's heavy balls slapping against him.

Garble could only hold on as Spike wraps his wings around him, his thrusts becoming more erratic, smoke flowing from his nostrils, and low, bestial growls emanating from his maw. Garble felt each powerful thrust slamming against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure all throughout his body. He looks into Spike’s eyes, they were just as glazed with lust as his, and he presses his lips against Spike’s, feeling their smoothness as Spike's wings tightened around him, pulling him closer.

Grable's eyes shot open as he lets out a silent scream, arching his back as he felt Spike bury himself inside him, all the way to the base. This feeling of lustful passion, it pierced him to his very core, penetrating to depths he never knew existed, holding him without any means to resist. He could barely hold back as he felt Spike cum, throbbing violently inside him as Spike's arms squeezed him closer, sending his member deeper, and filling him with a scorching heat not even his flame could compare to. Spike filled his hungry bowels full of fresh, hot, virile seed, sending his senses ablaze and across the threshold to pure and utter ecstasy. His ass clenches tighter than ever before around his cock as the splashing cum inside him sends him over the edge.

Garble came once again, coating the two of them in another torrent of cum, much larger than the last, pumping load after load between them as the rod inside him did the same, filling him to burst, and finally filling the void he's always felt. This is where he's meant to be. This is what he's always meant to do.

The two drakes pant heavily, releasing soft grunts as their balls finished draining themselves between them, cementing the powerful moment of physical devotion. Soaking in the afterglow of their robust session, Spike pulls the larger dragon down on top of him, onto the bed, his wings still wrapped around him, his cock still snugly fit inside him, keeping his seed inside the dragon he just bred. Garble shivers as his head lays against Spike’s, his soothing warmth comforting him, both against him, and inside him.

Smolder yawns, her eyes blinking open as she comes back to the world from her few minutes of rest, the heavy, musky scent of sex assaulting her as she takes in her first breath. She looks over and smirks, seeing Spike and Garble lying there, her lover still balls deep inside her brother, their post orgasm bliss still plastered on their faces, still swimming in their afterglow, still waiting for them to come back.

“Time to come back, SuSu, GarGar~” She softly says as she rubs their cheeks, causing them both to stir.

Before either could respond, they both opened their eyes and met each other's gaze yet again, but this time they were not blinded by the strength of draconic lust and the silence emanating from the two of them was deafening. Spike unwraps his wings from around them, and Garble pulls himself back, sitting up to give some distance between them, but was unable to move himself from Spike’s lap. The room remained filled with an awkward silence as the two of them stared at each other, both turning redder and redder as what happened started sinking in.

Spike opens his mouth to speak, but is only able to let out an awkward, “Uh...h-hi...”

Garble's face went from blushed shock to dread as Spike saw him. He shouldn't have seen him. He should've never seen him. That was the plan. That was the goal: to indulge himself and leave without Spike ever knowing he was there, but here he was, body betraying him, holding desperately onto Spike’s cock. His brain was running rampant about his life being over; that he was no longer the fierce, powerful, manly dragon he's always been, that he's done something so gay, so effeminate, when he wasn’t... or at least he thought he wasn’t.

“I-I... I didn’t... this isn’t...” Garble stumbles through his words, trying to think of any excuse he could give as to why he was there with Spike's cock in his ass. “We didn’t... FUCK!” He screams in desperation, quickly pulling himself off of Spike's spear, only for the sudden movement to make him release a bellowing moan.

Spike gasped as he felt his cock sliding out of Garble’s tight ass, exposing it to the cool cave air. An audible splash caught his ear as Garble stumbles off the bed, cum dribbling out of his rear. He sees Smolder wanting to laugh, but the expression on her brother's face causes her to pause, and makes her wonder if she made the right decisions as he backs away.

“GarGar...” She tries, but the drake turns and runs out of the room before she could say anything else, leaving only a trail of cum behind him.

As the door slams shut, Spike and Smolder sat in silence, staring at the door, then each other, then Spike finally asks, “What... the hell just happened...”

Smolder gives a sheepish grin as she rubs the back of her neck, “I can explain...”