The Embers of a Smoldering Lust

After the group conferred, it was decided their guests would remain while Spike and his mates thought it over. He offered his pile of riches to Ember and Smolder, who cuddled within them, while he wrapped his tail about Rarity, Sweetie, and the eggs. While the dragonesses and Sweetie quickly and easily passed out, he and Rarity struggled to maintain eye contact while they tossed and turned. Even in the most shadowy portions of the caverns a soft radiance penetrated the darkness.

His lovers were tethered to him by collars and chains, the property of their master. It was their place to serve him, and in return he protected them, provided and made certain they were safe and happy. It was an arrangement that contented them all.

Yet now there was the ever present risk that Ember and Smolder would spoil what they had worked so hard to build.

“Spike...” She cupped his snout and moved him to face her. “I'm not upset. Simply...surprised.”

“I've run about with them in the past, but we never did anything. Ember and Smolder didn't think I was worthy back then, anyhow. I couldn't keep up with them whenever they hunted, no matter how much I pushed myself.” His head drooped.

“And now that you've grown up a bit they want you back,” said Rarity with a shake of her head. She cupped his face with both palms and stared into his eyes with a slow swallow. “Be honest with me. Do you think you'd be happier with the pair of them?”

“No! I mean, I do like them, but I'd never choose them over you and Sweetie!” He rested a claw on her rounded belly.

She met his gaze in a neutral manner for several moments, then slowly smiled. “I'm relieved to hear it.” Cuddling up to him, they watched Sweetie softly snore, stretched out lazily before them. She tenderly traced his scales, and he in turn her stomach.

His eyes watered when he studied the eggs they'd helped make together. Like her Sweetie would also bear their offspring, but this time he'd take better precautions. He sunk down next to her, and his snout met Rarity's lips in a soft, wet kiss.

She reclined, parting her thighs, beckoning to him with barely open eyes. He leaned in, his elongated tongue sticking out, and encircled her tits repeatedly, squishing the pale orbs which leaked sweet milk over his taste buds. “Take me,” she urged.

Sweetie stirred with multiple blinks. “Hey, no fair doing a quickie without me!” She crawled over to join them.

“Now Sweetie, what have I told you? We're here to serve our master,” said Rarity as they rested on their knees before him.

His claws rested atop their heads when they started to service him. It was a familiar dance, one Rarity often worried would grow routine, but guttural moans emerged starting from his stomach when they quickly teased out his twin shafts with their strokes. They traced his crimson, moist lengths, tickled the flesh ridges, peppering them in a series of wet kisses.

None of them noticed that Ember and Smolder crept up to watch. Only when they were unobserved could they let down their guard; their claws linked, as did their tails, expressing with physical actions what they weren't allowed to share in words. Their mouths quietly met, lest they give away their presence, barely able to contain their passion as they nibbled at their lover.

With their guardian worked up, Rarity turned around and presented herself on all fours, while Sweetie clambered atop her. Sultrily they gazed at him over their shoulder, still oblivious to Ember and Smolder watching around the corner. He brushed his tail over their slits, slicking it while he made certain they were sufficiently moist, and slowly sunk his tips into their twats.

Their maws opened in a united moan. Rarity swirled her raised tail about, clenching her buttocks, she and her sister's assholes puckered when he slowly started to spear them. He took their chains in his jaws and playfully pulled on them. His claws wandered over their flesh, and he cast back his head with a low growl, only to catch shadows cast from the corner of his eye.

He stared wide-eyed at Ember and Smolder, who grinned back. They started to feel each other up, their tails snaking up their partner's thighs, slithering until the spaded tips speared their pussies with a noisy squish. Not that Rarity or Sweetie noticed amidst their lewd moans. They were concentrating on gazing back into his eyes, faces warped in sheer rapture.

He landed a smack on their bottoms with his palms, the air whistling with the strike, flesh ripping and turning red as they sharply howled. He gripped their buttocks tenderly, sinking his thumbs into their rectums which constricted around him.

While they watched Ember and Smolder continually explored their lover, brushing and groping smooth, squishy skin, moving their tails into their partner faster-and-faster with moist schlicks that made their twats pulsate and spatter the floor. Their mouths and tongues wrestled, sucking and nibbling, used to much more rough treatment from drakes they mated with.

Is that why those two are interested in me? They always told me I'm softer than other dragons, but...maybe they secretly like that? From what they've told me, male dragons just take what they want and quickly move on...unless you're like the Dragon Lord and you can add more concubines to your harem! Man, hope I never have to deal with him...

His lovers mercilessly milked him, clamped down their pink slippery walls, desperate to squeeze out more of his addictive, pleasure-inducing seed which would cake their insides to the core. He growled, moving his hips with all the speed and force he dared, wanting to bang them senseless but knowing he couldn't risk it, not even with the way their interiors were being altered.

“Let it all loose,” urged Rarity with glazed over eyes, sense and self-preservation fleeing her with a need to be fully bred.

“P-please,” whined Sweetie with similar hazy eyes, lips drawn in joy, and unable to care about anything at the moment but how much pleasure their master could provide; despite the sisters knowing if he ever spent himself directly in them they would die.

“Rarity...Sweetie...I love you-!” He restrained himself long as he could, helped by all the lovemaking they'd done over time; edged as their snatches greedily sucked on his cocks, their fat pussy lips drooling over his lengths and balls.

As usual he gritted his teeth with a hiss, loosed only a portion of his initial burst which flooded directly into their wombs, and popped loose from their stretched holes while he relentlessly unloaded all over them. Their canals and sphincters were clenching, the two crying out while they bathed in his torrents of spunk which slapped down on their nude flesh.

They too spewed their feminine lubrication on his crotch and each other, barely able to stay conscious under pleasure overload.

Spurred on by what they were watching, Ember and Smolder were quick to follow, shrilly howling when they came. Gushing over their partner's still deeply buried tail, they rode out an extensive quaking of their nethers, while Spike fired out the last sprays of his cum which Rarity and Sweetie were practically wading in a pool of that clung to every inch of them.

“So,” called Rarity when the dragonesses started to come down from their high. “It would appear you couldn't wait?”

“Yeah, well...” Smolder simply shrugged it off, her breasts still heaving between pants.

“We needed to see if Spike's really all you claim he is. But we'd prefer to test him ourselves,” said Ember between huffs.

Rarity sat with her sister in a spreading puddle of sticky cream and whispered, “What do you think Sweetie dear?”

“I'm okay with it. So long as we're first in Spike's heart,” replied Sweetie who played with one of her bouncy curls.

“I have an idea, if everyone will indulge me...” Rarity stood with all the dignity she could muster in her current position, not that she felt any shame in being bathed in her lover's virile seed, its scent making her dizzy. “Ahem.” She planted hands on her wide hips. “I have a counter-proposal. You two may also become his lovers...on a condition.”

Smolder scoffed and gruffly said, “Dragons don't make deals with-”

Ember raised a hand to silence her. “Let's hear her out, at least. Then we'll decide.”

Rarity looked back to her master who nodded once. “It's like this...we're Spike's possessions. Think of it like a symbiotic relationship, where he protects and provides for us, and we offer all we have in return to sate his needs. Are you two capable of that? Are you prepared to wear these collars?” She walked around their guests and stroked her own choker. “To kneel and prostrate yourselves before him? To submit, completely and utterly at his whims, to let him mate you as he pleases and bear his spawn? Because if you do wish to be his, even temporarily, then I expect you two to accept the same treatment.”

Smolder puffed out her burning cheeks. “No way! I'm not gonna be his toy!”

Ember flushed too and stared down at her clawed feet. “I...I'll do it.” She boldly met his eyes.

“What?! You can't be serious!” Smolder fumed and stamped a foot. “Where's your pride as a dragon?!”

“Strength isn't everything, Smolder. You know that. My father didn't become Dragon Lord by sheer power alone. I think Spike has the potential to match him...in time. But he'll need to be properly trained. Father has dozens of concubines to serve as symbols of his status and prowess.” Ember moved close as she dared to Spike. “Can you prove yourself worthy of us?”

He swallowed hard and looked between all the females collected before him. “I...I will,” he corrected and boldly proclaimed.

I'm supposed to look after them, and to do that, I can't afford to be lazy, weak, or cowardly! I won't disappoint them!

“Oh, one more addition.” Rarity smiled at her lover and whispered into his fin-like ear. He sheepishly chuckled with a nod and carefully removed the chains from her and Sweetie's collars, which he opened and handed to her. She offered one to Sweetie and murmured her plan which her little sister nodded enthusiastically at. “If you please, Ember, Smolder, kneel before us.”

Ember immediately knelt and Smolder hissed, “Fine.” She too lowered herself as they approached.

“We are ready to serve,” said Ember who nonetheless went rigid, all the way to her wingspan and tail. A female dragon would allow any common male to conquer them; no, he needed to be someone who could dominate them completely.

Otherwise any eggs they bore wouldn't be worthy to survive, wouldn't be fit to help carry on their proud species!

“Since your new additions we must ascertain your worthiness,” explained Rarity with a titter while she placed the chain on Ember's choker and locked it into place with a snap. Sweetie did the same with Smolder. “Consider it a right of passage before you're fit to stand equally with us. Release your dragon pride. Enjoy the freedom from responsibility your new master offers...”

Sweetie beamed. “They look nice on you!” She mischievously yanked her chain a little and Smolder scrunched her face.

Whatever the duo felt they accepted without further complaint. Spike skulked around them in a circle, admired the denuded foursome, prostrated and ready to serve him. But he didn't need to rush. He would give them time to settle in, to teach Rarity and Sweetie what they could as they would do for Ember and Smolder in return. And then he would break them in...