No Nut November?
"So if they cum, they lose their balls?" Yrrenoss asked, the white feathered dragon coiled relaxedly with his brethren around a warmly crackling fire. It was the middle of the afternoon, but the blue wyvern, freshly returned from her travels in the world of the morsels, had been excited to prepare a new recipe for her mates. Yrrenoss reached over, plucking a steaming, breaded and fried amuse bouche from the wooden bowl. The smaller, pinkish hued Tanwen had also been reaching for that particular tasty bite, which is exactly what Yrrenoss snagged it from him. He popped it into his mouth, relishing the hot grease that gushed out as he bit into the succulent meat. 

"Yes," Aennarth said, dropping a few more of the rounded, egg shaped treats into the bubbling oil at the center of the fire. "They call it, 'No Nutting November', and it's apparently quite popular." The long, sleek, fluid blue and violent wyverness said. She was nearly the largest of all of them, and she had a long, translucent pale blue 'fin' running from between her ears all the way down to her tail. The eggs sizzled and popped as they roiled in the oil. 

"That just doesn't make sense," Cairsuss said. The smallest of the five, and the only 'truly' anthropomorphic as well, the green drake was munching delicately on an especially large egg, taking small nibbles and staring suspiciously down at it. "If that were true, the entire population would be gelded yearly. How would they keep themselves populated?"

"Well, it's voluntary," Aennarth said. "They don't have to do it, but it is a way for the males to.. prove their masculinity, I suppose." She took one of the first-fried snacks, gnawing on it meditatively. "Which is silly, honestly, because every one of the males I met who were doing it, ended up Emasculated. I guess males are just weak that way."

"Ouch. Shots fired," the last of the five said. Quedruss shook his head, popping a snack in and biting down with a wet squelch sound. "You think males are weak, just because you got a couple guys to ejaculate? They probably just liked the idea of losing their balls to a sexy blue wyvern like you," he teased, his mouth full of mashed meat.

"Well, what do you think you're eating right now?" Aennarth teased back. All of the male dragons paused, staring at the egg shaped meat balls that they had been so casually snacking on. Well, except for Quedress, who took another and popped it in his mouth.

"I thought that tasted familiar," He said, winking to Cairsuss. "I guess those morsels really are just that." He swallowed, lapping at his lips. "Well, the joke's on you, Aennarth, because mammal nuts are actually aphrodisiacs." He looked over at poor Tanwen, who's pink cheeks were looking decidedly greenish as he stared at the half-eaten egg in shock. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure the males were happy to share their most delicate, intimate male parts with our big mean blue lady." 

"Wait, you're dosing us!" Yrrenoss stated, tossing his half eaten egg, which was quite large compared to the others, out into the grasses. "Why would you be feeding us aphrodisiacs, wench?" He taunted, moving to sit up. "I know you, I know your games."
"Why, Yrrenoss, I am sure I don't know what you could possibly be referring to. You aren't still sour about being pegged, are you?" Aennarth said, stirring the pot, watching the fried mammal nuts float merrily about. 

"You cheated!" He said, his feathers ruffling up, and Cairsuss snickered. 

"You came, though," the green drake said. "Like, fast, too."

"Only to prove a point!" The white feathered wyvern protested. The orangish-red tips of his feathers seemed to darken as he blustered. "I am always in complete control of my balls! All males are! That's why we're the superior gender!"

"Prove it," Aennarth said, abruptly. The four males stared at her, and she scooped out a plump moose nut from the pot, setting it in the bowl. "I mean, since you're superior and all that... it would be nice to finally have that be established, right?"

"I dunno," Tanwen said, sheepishly. "This seems like a bad-"

"Deal," Yrrenoss said, his eyes brightening with excitement. "We bet that you can't make us cum." Cairsuss frowned and Quedruss snickered.

"Addendum; if you do cum, I get to take your nuts," Aennarth added. 

"And if you don't, we get to geld YOU!" Yrrenoss added, just as abruptly. The blue wyvern's brow raised; he was excited to think that he might finally get to topple her matriarchy.

She was, however, not worried about it. Not as worried as Tanwen and Cairsuss seemed to be. 

"Sounds like a great deal. Let's make it even more specific; I'll have twenty minutes with each of you, and you'll cum by the end of the twentieth minute." She craned her neck, offering her snout to his own, a rare gesture used only in cementing deals between wyvernic equals. "And I assume you're accepting this deal on behalf of everyone else, right?"

"Right, of course," Yrrenoss snorted, extending his own. He ignored the protests of the other three males, and pressed his snout directly against hers, their nostrils aligned. He snorted, aggressively, right up into her nares, filling her sinuses with his breath. She snorted back out, puffing his breath out and instead filling HIS sinuses with her breath, heavy with the scent of the mulled wine that she had been drinking. 

The two wyverns reclined back, the deals done, and Quedruss shook his head with a lazy, roguish grin. "Yrrenoss, my dude... your confidence is going to get all of us nutted."

"So what happens next?" Tanwen asked, glancing nervously over to the wyverness, who seemed quite pleased with herself, smacking her lips with slitted eyes.

 Aennarth stood up, rustling out her wings, and began circling around the fireplace. "Now, my dear, dear Tanwen, you are going to help me prove that males can't help but to cum, even when they know they're going to lose their nuts if they do."

Tanwen was longer, and thicker in body than Aennarth, but as the purplish wyvern coiled around his body, he seemed dwarfed by her. She curled around him, her warm body snuggling cozily against his, her arms snaking in under his wings. She hugged him with one arm, nestling her snout along the back of his left horn, and then shifting it gently over to his ear. She whispered, smiling as she felt him tense against her.

"Although, dear Tanwen, and feel free to disagree with me, I think you're going to cum because you're going to lose your nuts, not despite it." Her hand reached down, past his tummy, to slip three fingers down into his vent. There were already two pale blue cock tips already poking out, fluted and scalloped, soft and spongy, and she snared her fingers around them. Squeezing, rubbing, she helped unfurl the shivering male's cocks out into the open air. 

He didn't say anything, though, just watching with an increasingly darkening pink to his long, soft ears as she gripped and lazily twined her fingers between his shafts. The soft blue tips shifted to pink, plumping out into nice, fat sausages, rubbery and flexible still. She had felt these shafts inside her before, knew the bulk that Tanwen wielded when the male was aroused... and knew that, based on how quickly he was throbbing up to full attention, that he was already quite aroused. 

She slid her hand down to the root of his shafts, leaving them to ooze against his belly, and she slid her palms along the bulging flesh just beneath his vent. The dragon's heavy testicles bulged out from his groin; not quite in an external sac, but visibly protruding in two twin bulges that were slightly more than a palmful each. She cupped the first one, giving a little squeeze and enjoying the little squeak that came out of the embarrassed male's mouth.

"Oh, no fair, she's culling the weakest among us first," Quedross teased, the male stroking his own lengths lazily as he watched her manipulating Tanwen. Yrrenoss said nothing, just glaring at him as if Tanwen somehow betrayed the other males by getting erect so easily.

"I'm sorry! Tanwen sputtered, covering his face in embarrassment, "She's just... so hot... and... she knows exactly what she's doing! You shouldn't have taken this deal, Yrrenoss, she's going to castrate ALL of us!"

"Yeah, I am," She whispered, as her claws dragged up the seam between his testicular bulges, to grip one of his cocks at the base. She gave the pink bulbs of that cock's knot a pleasant, slow squeeze, knowing she didn't have to rush, didn't even have to do anything in particular with him. Tanwen was easy to wrap around one's fingers, all you had to do was let him know that he was your prey and that you were looking at him. "And after I cut these fat, useless balls of yours off, I'm going to fuck you, Tanwen, I'm going to breed you until you've got nothing left inside you. Draining every last ounce of your sperm out of you and making you my-"

The wyvern spurted before she could finish, both of his cock stiffening to rigid, solid hardness. She had felt that happen inside her, before, knew exactly what was coming. She giggled, and maybe that added flush of embarrassment is all it took, as both of his shafts gouted a hot load of seed out of his loins and up the length of his long, sinuous torso. A rogue stream caught her across her brow, the hot wyvern spunk clinging to her snout, heady with the submissive Tanwen's musk. 

She tsk'd, letting his dick go, not caring as it continued to pulse and stream. The other dragons groaned in disappointment, the big pink and blue feathered male whimpering as she extended a claw, letting him watch as she waggled it at him. He squirmed then, not exactly to get away, but his feet kicking impulsively as she lowered it to the dragon's scrotum.

"I'm still cumming though," he whispered, as if she couldn't see the cum shooting from the end of his big pink fleshy popsicles. She pressed the claw into the seam between his testicle bulges, and dragged upwards, unzipping the flesh smooth and easily. The light, pale pink skin parted easily, and the twin testicles were bared, each nestled half inside the cavities of his inguinal canals, half extruded into the open air. 

"I know, and you're going to cum even harder in a second," she informed him. She disengaged from him, her snout smooching against the splatters of cum on his throat, his chest, his tummy. "You're never going to feel this again, Tanwen.. for obvious reasons."

"Wait-" he stammered, but she was already dragging her long soft ribbon of a tongue between his shafts, caressing and tasting his oozing cream. He curled up, not trying to stop her, just repeating himself as he watched her lips pucker and suckle up against his left nut. There was a soft, wet slurping sound as it was licked, suckled right out of his groin, his dicks spasming and another shot of cum shooting way far up over his head. "Fuck, wait!"

"Why should I?" She said, letting his heavy egg slide back out of her mouth to thwop on top of the top of the still embedded other nut. "You did cum, right? From me telling you what would happen when you came?" She leaned down, layering soft smooches along the freshly emptied egg. She opened her jaws again, just enough to catch them against the edges of his testicle. She bit down, playfully, just enough to make him yelp, and pulled her head back up. 

His testicle, large as it was, remained caught between her jaws, looking suspiciously like a freshly stolen egg about to be gulped down. Tanwen whimpered, but his cocks were bulging back out into rampant stiffness. He was getting aroused, the knowing, mirthful jeers of the other wyverns confirming what Aennarth had suggested, that he secretly wanted it. 

He clapped his hands up over his muzzle, hiding everyone else from view, but he couldn't stop watching with rapt fascination at how she slurped and chewed against his prized testicle, savoring the taste of his most intimate flesh with the same relish he'd seen her relish the roasted leg of a goat or a particularly juicy, crispy pastry. 

Then she went for the other one, ducking her head down, tongue holding the trapped egg inside her mouth as she opened her jaws enough to catch and gnaw at his other egg. She worried her teeth against the exposed half of his egg, the tip of her tongue gently rimming around his tender testicle, flossing between it and his inner body. Her teeth closed around the outer edge of the exposed egg, pinching and nearly puncturing, and she began to pry his socketed jewel out from between his thighs. 

It came free with a soft wet slurping sound, and she instinctively snapped it up into her maw to join the other one, both of his testicles contained between her jaws, bulging out her cheeks now. Tanwen's tail slapped against the floor as she drew back, two bundles of cords and veins leading up into her maw, her lips pursing to hide the flesh itself from his view. Tanwen shook his head, and she nodded his, and he felt the soft pinch of her teeth, shearing smooth and clean and easy through both of them at once.

He yelped, feeling the dragoness steal both of his testicles with a single, gentle stinging nip. His belly ached with the pain of his emasculation, but his cocks remained rigid and throbbing as she approached them. His balls were still in her mouth, as she smooched up along his shafts, the softening dragon rods still squirting but not nearly as eagerly now, more just bubbling and oozing out the excess of his pleasures. She extended her tongue, curling around his tips just under their broadly flared tips, and gave a smooth, slick bob down over both of them. His flares pushed against her fangs, and then pushed against his own balls, and he creamed against his own nuts with a helpless groan of arousal as she used his own stiff erections to push his nuts the rest of the way into her throat. 

"Sick move," Quedruss said, giving a sympathetic squirt of precum as Tanwen collapsed, delirious and needing to process exactly what had just happened. Aennarth pulled off, licking the flavors from his softening shafts, and turned to regard the remaining three wyverns. 
"Who's next?" She asked, and Yrrenoss blanched as she stared directly at him, locking eyes with the large white feathered male. She flared her nostrils, and swallowed, letting Yrrenoss specifically see the large, swollen bulge that slid down her throat. She didn't seem to have any problem at all with it, even reaching down to trace a finger against her own slit. "How about you, Yrrenoss?"

"I, um, uh, no, do Quedruss, he seems eager for it," the large male said, and Quedruss gave him a skeptical look.

"Are you trying to get all of us emasculated, Yrrenoss?" Quedruss said, then gestured to Cairsuss. "I mean, if ANYONE is going to be able to withstand her whiles, it's gonna be Cairsuss, for... you know... obvious reasons."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Cairsuss said, crossing his arms impertinently. "If you mean, "Cairsuss is the only one of us who's actually upset that Tanwen just lost his balls, then YEAH, excellent observation. May I remind you that Tanwen's balls were the BIGGEST of all of ours, and now..." 

He glanced back to Aennarth, who, on queue, swallowed a second bulge down her throat. Cairsuss watched it, his dicks twitching between his own legs, before he remembered what he was saying. "Well now they're just morsel meat, stewing in her belly with the flesh of foxes and horses and god knows what else."

"Well, Quedruss' balls are the next in line," Aennarth said, licking her chops, "and we both know that I'm going to take them without any issue. You could save them... you just have to 'deal' with me for twenty minutes. I mean, if you think you can handle that."

"I can 'handle' it," Cairsuss said, looking meaningly over to the big dumb himbo who was actively edging himself as he waited. "Dude, please... you're actively sabotaging yourself."

"And? This is hot," Quedruss countered. "And I don't think any of you realize how annoying y'all get when you're all horned up when she's out of town. Well, I mean, you don't seem to mind, Cairsussy, doooo you?"

Cairsuss grimaced and turned around, standing with his hands on his hips, and two knotted pink cocks jutting up out of his vent. Aennarth approached him, giving Quedress a wink as she crouched down in front of him.

"Well, Cairsuss, hopefully you aren't going to crack my streak," she said, as she licked against his lengths. Her tongue twisted, coiled and snaked, and Cairsuss just stared down at her. Her eyes met his, and he stared impassively down at her as she tasted his flesh. He always was an obstinate one. She enjoyed that about him.

"It's no use," the green drake said, as he brushed her tongue away and gave his dicks a stroke, flinging her spit away with a dismissive gesture. "No matter how nice it feels, and it does feel nice, I'm not trying to be a dick here, but no matter how nice it feels, I can still see you, and you're just not..." He shrugged, contemplating how tactfully he could say it. "You're just too girly for me."

"Oh, because of my coloration?" she asked, as she took his cocks in her hands, stroking one and then the other, milking them like a cow's udders. There was a certain physicality to his response. "You mean because I'm 'girl coded' in your head. You'd be responding differently if, like, Yrrenoss was doing this?"

"Yeah, but he wouldn't," Cairsuss said, laughing. "Yrrenoss is strictly top only. He'll use your butt but he never lifts his, ah, tail." He paused, looking over to Yrrenoss, who's eyes were bulging with disbelief. "I mean. Uh, well, you know, yeah. It's not your fault, I just don't like... your coloration. Blue is a 'danger' color for drakes like me."

"It's a 'girl' color, you mean," Aennarth said, then gestured for Quedruss to join the two of them. Tanwen was useless at the moment, and Yrrenoss was always useless. "Yrrenoss, can you cover Cairsuss' eyes? The bet is specifically to see if I can get them off, not if they're attracted to me or not."

"What? No, you being able to get me off is, in part, because of my attraction to you," Cairsuss said, looking to Yrrenoss for help. Quedruss walked up, standing over Aennarth, looming up over the much smaller drake. His erections  touched Cairsuss' neck, the small green drake staring up and gulping nervously. "This is cheating!"

"Cheating would be cutting off your balls before you cum," Aennarth said, "According to the rules as described."

"Well, there's no rule saying that I can't give you some pointers," Quedruss said. "I mean, I wouldn't mind seeing this scamp lose his nuts. He likes being treated... a little roughly. Boss him around, ma'am, and he'll squirt real hard."

She felt the thick double dongs in her paws throb, as Cairsuss stared, open mouthed, up at the wyvern who had just betrayed him. She grinned, watching as Quedruss cupped the back of the drake's head and pulled it towards his own long, thick aqua length. 

"You traitor-" Cairsuss tried to exclaim, and then his mouth was full of Quedruss dick. The drake swallowed the larger wyvern's length surprisingly easy, as if he'd had practice, and Aennarth felt his dicks throb again in her paws, precum suddenly leaking and flowing from the tips. 

"Oh, yes, he does like being bullied, doesn't he?"

"Yes, and it feels lovely," Quedruss said. The large,mottled dragon growled and rumbled, gripping the drake's horns and using them to seesaw the little guy's mouth back and forth along his shaft. Down below, Aennarth was enjoying having her fun with Cairsuss' erections, turning her head sideways and snapping her jaws around both of them at once. They spasmed as they were crushed together, her thick fangs sinking deliciously into the drake's sensitive organs, flattening them against each other. That made him spurt! He wasn't cumming, not yet, but the drake's body hunched forward as he was chewed on so casually, his dicks treated like a chew toy. She gnawed, listening to the whimpering please being choked out around the wyvern's cock in Cairsuss' maw, and reached behind with one hand to stuff a couple fingers up the horny green dude's backside. 

She released her chomp, repositioned, and bit down again, leaving red teeth punctures against both of his cocks. She let one flop out of her mouth, twitching against his belly as he tried to push at her with a foot, her fingers digging deeper up inside him to catch that lovely little love button that all male's had. She squeezed it between her fingers,firmly, ,twisting it back and forth the way she would crush and twist a nipple. 

She took his flopping erection in her hand, feeling hi, throb, painfully hard feeling, seeping fluid from the tip as she caressed scaled fingertips along the punctures in his flesh. It was easy to  push a finger tip into them, or to drag a claw along the very tip of his maleness, torturing it with rough, dry friction, but the cock in her mouth was getting it even worse. Her slick saliva lubricated her teeth as she chewed, grinding and tormenting, threatening with each casual clench of her jaws to pulp his cock entirely, or to sever it from his body. 

He lifted his leg up, and she slid her shoulder underneath his knee, hooking him even closer to him. The poor drake no longer had any choice about whether he was going to cum or not. He could not outlast the sheer skill and focus of her attentions, all he could hope to do was outlast the clock. Which, of course, he didn't.

She pulled off of his shaft, and swapped them, coiling her tongue around the dried, scraped, tender flesh of his other erection. She engulfed him with a homph, as she crushed the knot of his spit-soaked left shaft with the hand that had been stuffed up inside his rear and slid the entirety of her other fist crudely up inside him. No pinching or teasing, just raw, hard force. 

He bleated, and she felt the curved cock in her hand spasm just as she felt the hot slick pudding of his orgasm fill her maw. A single shot splattered upwards, against the nuts of the wyvern he was sucking on, and Quedross grunted in surprise at the sudden impact.

"Sucks to be you, kobold, he teased, pulling Cairsuss off of his shaft. The drake stammered, gasping and convulsing as he climaxed, then yelped as Aennarth's claw sank up into his groin, just underneath his vent and slightly to the left. She wasn't even waiting for him to finish climaxing, as she hooked her thumb up through his groin flesh and into the inguinal canal that his testicle resided in. 

"Agh, no, stop!" Cairsuss squeaked, but she had already found his nut and curled her thumb, stabbing her claw deeply into the tender flesh of it. She curled her other fingers over his groin, just beside and under his vent, and pushed down as she pulled that hooked testicle out. The drake screeched, and Quedross helpfully stuffed his own dick back into the flailing drake's maw.

"Well, maybe this will help a bit," The male wyvern said, holding Cairsuss in place, his knotted cock fully sank down the drake's gullet. Aennarth enjoyed the plopping sensation as the testicle was extruded outwards, fresh and gleaming, and she casually gripped it with that paw and yanked, ripping a length of cords free from inside Cairsuss's body. "After all, he- OW!"

Now Quedruss yelped, as the drake bit down on HIS dick, sharp little fang nubs pinching into the solid hardness of the big lug's knot. "You little shit," he swore, as Aennarth tossed the torn flesh over her shoulder and slashed a hole into the other side, where the other bulge of his testicle faintly was. Unlike Tanwen, whose balls were 'surface mounted', the drake's balls were fully internalized. 

Aennarth twisted her fist around, feeling the drake still spurting in her mouth. She pinched the very tip of his erection between her fangs, threatening to shear off the end of his shaft, as she twisted that fist inside him and pushed against where the remaining testicle must be. Cairsuss groaned, batting at her head, but she pushed harder, and Cairsuss 'laid' an egg, just like a chicken. The gleaming silvery flesh plopped out of the gash she had sliced, and she grabbed it in her paw. 

Having what she wanted from the twerp, she released her bite, pulling her hand free and releasing his cock to ooze out the last of its seed on his belly. "You can let him go, Quedruss, it's over," she said. 

Quedruss released the drake, immediately checking on his wounded dick, and Cairsuss scampered instinctively back away from the two of them. He got about half a step before he realized that Aennarth was still holding his remaining ball, looking down at her apprehensively.

"Fuck," He said, and Aennarth wrenched, ripping his handful of nut away from his body with a wail of defeat from the little green goblin. Aennarth stood back up, and flicked the testicle away, getting a small pang of amusement as it landed in the bubbling pot of oil. The nut sizzled and foamed as the naked flesh was cauterized and fried. She turned back to him, and for a moment, her heart sank at the look of despair in the little one's eyes. She would have to give him a treat later. After all, he had tried hard, real hard, to win a bet he had been forced to participate in. 

"Idiot, I can't believe you came from getting your dicks tortured," Yrredross said, seething. "First Tanwen, then you, I can't believe any of you, why are you just letting her take your balls!?"

"I'm sorry boss, I tried my best," Cairsuss mumbled, rubbing gingerly against the wounds in his groin. "I just didn't expect to be... sabotaged." He glared at Quedruss.

"It's not my fault you're so into dick, little kobold," Quedruss teased. He rubbed the drake's lips, scraping off some saliva foam and flicking it away. "You almost got me off, if that helps."

Cairsuss blushed, turning away from the larger dragon. He walked over to the pot, grabbing a ladle and pushing the floating nugget around in the fizzing oil. 

Quedruss watched him go, then looked down in surprise as Aennarth planted a kiss against his erection. He smiled, sheepishly. "Uh, well, I mean, I was expecting to get off real quick, Aennarth, but..." He gestured to the red teeth marks that made a moon shape along the top of his knot. "This stings like a bitch, though. Might make it harder."

"I don't think so," Aennarth said, and pushed the wyvern onto his back. "You already got sucked once. You've been teasing and edging yourself this whole time. I don't think the trick with you is going to be getting you off in less than twenty minutes..." she prowled around the reclining wyvern, stroking her tail along his side. He looked up at her, letting his dick strain up in the air, craning his neck up to give her a nuzzle along her neck. 

"Don't kiss me there," she said, and changed her angle. Now, instead, she walked down his torso, paws sliding against his chest, his belly as she settled down on top of him. "Kiss me on my lips. You already got sucked off. Now it is my turn."

"Oh, great, another pushover. Literally," Yrrenoss fumed. "NONE of you are real males. I'm GLAD you're being removed from the gene pool, your beta cuck genetics are useless anyways!"

"Wait your turn," Aennarth reprimanded, as she felt the larger mottled green and brown and white wyvern begin to taste her sex. To be fair, she was quite aroused already, her tenderness inflamed, and Quedruss had the longest, most talented tongue of any of them, including herself. She settled into the sensation of being lapped, probed, and teased by the big male, even as she layered soft kisses against his own erection. She gently smooched against the bite marks on his knot, and lazily coiled her tongue around him.

Tanwen seemed to have recovered enough to pad softly over, staring from between Quedruss' knees as the female wyvern lazily licked up the larger male's solid, knotted 'popsicle'. Aennarth didn't mind putting on a show for the blushing shy guy, and her paws moved to slowly knead and massage Quedruss' vent, pushing it against the root of his cock and then pulling it wide apart to reveal the solid, gleaming, smooth flesh. 

Tanwen glanced around, and then laid on his side, curled up so that he could lazily caress his own shafts, which were growing firm again. 

"Did you know you could do this?" Aennarth asked, feeling the thick muscle of Quedross' tongue unspooling up inside her, tasting deeply of her slick sex. She could feel the intrusion, worming, teasing against her intimate flesh, lazily wiggling with that peculiar, feline-like roughness that wyvern tongues had. She delicately prodded her own fingers into Quedruss' vent, against the soft flesh that was normally only touched by the sides of the wyvern's cock.

Tanwen shook his head, but mimicked her, carefully touching against his own vent, his feathers bristling at the strange, stimulating tease. His fingers were soft, and gentle, as he probed them down into the tender flesh of his vent, he could feel a sensual pleasure. He had felt this pleasure before, but generally he had only felt it while he was secretly aroused, his maleness bulging with the urge to slide out of his vent and into the open. The maleness itself was gone, but the delicate, damp inner walls were still there, and in the few minutes since his vent had been emptied out, they'd become even more sensitive.

The male dragon blushed, peeking over at Aennarth, and mimicking the way she handled Quedross' vent. He shouldn't be shy, or bashful; it was his own body after all, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. Slowly, he slipped his fingers deeper, knuckles disappearing between the snug, gripping folds of his vent until his palm was flat against his groin. He peeked back at the other two, and noticed that Cairsuss was watching him, which made him even more self conscious.

"You enjoying your new drussy, now that all that useless meat has been peeled out of it?" the little dragon asked, and Tanwen froze, the heated flush of his arousal frozen across his cheeks. He shrugged, glancing demurely away from his kin, but his fingers gently stroked along his inside. 

'Was this what Aennarth did to pleasure herself?' Tanwen asked himself, his body trembling with the gentle scrub of his fingertips against his soft sheath. It felt nice, a stimulating upwelling of pleasure, almost as intense as an itch being scratched but not quite, a long lasting tingle that built slowly, along with the pleasure on the other dragons' muzzles as they tasted and teased each other. 

Aennarth curled her extended tongue just around the glans of her newest targets cockteasing the sinuous muscle's gripping length along the upper third of the wyvern's cock. It wasn't to get him off, it was just to give him the impression that he was almost 'inside' her, that his cock was nestled against something warm and supple, something that wanted to gobble him up.

Instead, she fingered him, her fingers splitting to press down on either side of his vent, just under the bulbs of his knot. The tender flesh split apart, accepting her, and she goosed her digits deeply down into him. She glanced over at Tanwen, whose fingers were equally deep, and began to slowly fingerfuck the male dragon's hot, snug, gripping vent, massaging her fingertips along the smooth root of his cock. She nodded at him, smiling encouragingly to him around her mouthful of wyvern dick, and felt a small thrill of pleasure as Tanwen slipped a third finger inside. 

She felt Quedruss' tongue pause, and then press up into her firmer, more erratically, as he let out a rumbling, growling purr underneath her. He was 'pinned', but he could easily push her off, if he wanted to. She knew that he was fine, just imagining being pinned, and she didn't need to do more than that to evoke a boiling lust within the big hot wyvern male. 

"You're getting off on being fingered, like a female," Yrrenoss spat, and Aennarth rolled her eyes as she stretched her fingers down deeply inside the male's receptive loins. She squeezed her fingers together, massaging the root of the wyvern's cock, feeling it throb and leak fresh saltwater against her tongue, and began to firmly stroke that deeply hidden root. "I can't believe this, I should have known you'd get off on that. What's wrong with you guys, why couldn't you just do straight missionary sex, the way we evolved to?"

"You're like, the biggest buzzkill," Tanwen said, sharply, and then cupped his maw. Yrrenoss stared at him, disgusted, and Tanwen shrank down until the biggest male dragon's gaze. "I mean, you're just... can you just relax? You're so focused on beating her that you're not even noticing that... we're all having a great time."

"I'm not," Cairsuss said sourly, as he pulled his testicle out from the pot. "I got attacked and betrayed."

"And you shot harder than I've ever seen! you usually only ooze a little bit, unless you're being ridden like a female, I'm surprised YOU are so against this!" Tanwen said, the words halting but earnest.

"The goblin talks a big game but he's got no rizz," Yrrenoss said, adamantly. He was watching as Aennarth had moved her other hand down, and was snaking three, four fingers from each palm down into Quedruss' vent, feeling around. "You step on his throat and he'll shoot you in the eye. None of you are real males, you all are eager to be gelded. Well, I'll win this contest, even if you all don't even deserve to share in the glory."

"Sure, Yrrenoss," Carirsuss said, biting into his nut. "And you're definitely not projecting or anything right now. When's the last time YOU came, anyways?"

Aennarth chuckled as her brood bickered around her, but she had bigger fish to fry. She reached down into Quedruss' vent,  searching for the wyvern's heavy, aching testicles.  They were deeply embedded, the glands hot and solid to the touch, and she felt the big fella shiver underneath him. He knew exactly what she was going to do, and made no move to stop her. Not directly, anyways.

Aennarth shuddered, as well, as Quedruss' tongue snaked deeper up inside her, tasting parts of her that she didn't know he could reach. He's been holding back on me, she thought, one eye twitching in surprise as he felt that twin-tipped wyvern tongue probe intimately against her cervix. He was doing a thing, flicking his tongue in and out, pressing it open and 'slapping' the tender inner lining and then pulling out, lapping again and again. 

If she wasn't careful, she realized he was going to get her off, realizing the true intentions of his distraction. She curled her fingers around his left testicle, feeling the egg press hot and slick, just barely held between her fingers. She tugged, pulling, stretching it slowly out from deep within him. Four inches, five inches, and then she could see the soft flesh as it peeked out from alongside his cock. 

Surely he could feel his nut being pried free from the depths of his loins, and perhaps that is why he began lapping more insistently, twisting his tongue to caress and tease her deep, tight sphincter, giving her an itch that was more and more distracting. 
She grunted, staring at the ball that for some reason wouldn't come out the rest of the way, her eyes unfocussing with a soft blossom of pleasure that bubbled up inside her. He was good... but she had had a lot more practice. 

Her fingers slipped off of the wyvern's testicle, and it started to sink back into Quedruss' vent, Dammit. She shivered, contemplating giving Quedruss a nip, but realized that he could nip her, just as easily. He wasn't just teasing her, there was a latent threat in the way his tongue probed up inside her; he could easily duck it to the left, to the right, and perhaps scoop out some of her eggs.

He wouldn't, but he could, and each tap and lap of his tongue tip reminded her of that. She stuffed her fingers back into his cock, tightening her tongue around his cockhead. She twisted it, grinding it along his flesh with a firm, tight grip as she caught his nut back in her fingers. This time, she let her claws press into the flesh, sliding against the slimy flesh, pressing in just enough to dimple the delicate orb. She pulled back up, dragging his nut to the opening again, where it seemed to get locked again. 

Then she realized why. Of course, dummy! She was so focused on his tongue, his balls, she had completely ignored his knot. The wyvern's expanded bulbs were jutting out, and the nut was wedged between the knot and the wall of his vent. Huffing in exasperation, she yanked with her tongue, pulling his cock to the side, 'shifting his gears' and freeing that nut to flop out into the open air. She pulled, then tugged a little harder, yanking just enough to make the wyvern's body convulse under her. That stalled out his tongue for a bit, as she felt him huffing, panting against her slick sex. 

She laid his nut against his inner thigh, its connective cords trailing along the seam there and back into his vent. Just to remind him of its vulnerability, she took his cock by the knot, pulling it over to that side, and rested her wrist against that cord, pinning it in place. Even if the nut somehow slid past her wrist, it wouldn't be able to retract back into his groin, not with his big knot blocking access.

She pulled her tongue off of him, retracting it into her mouth to wet it with her spit, and plunged her slender paw back down into the other side of his vent. 

"You feel my fingers, Quedruss?" She panted, and he did. He could feel her clutching his prized orb, drawing it towards the surface to join its brother. He began to lap, twisting, dancing his tongue inside her, grunting out soft pleas for her to break, to cum and let him 'win'. Perhaps a part of her considered it, as well, but this was a bet he had undertaken willingly, and actions have consequences.

"Here it comes... right out into the open... oh and it's a beaut." She pulled the shining egg free of his groin, lifting it up and feeling it compress through the clenching vent as he attempted to retract his seed maker in vain. It was hers, though, and she pulled firmly on them. 

That did it for the big wyvern. He grunted, tightening his arms and legs, trying to hug her close, and his hips flexed rhythmically, trying to fuck his dick up and into something , anything. A hot spurt of cum, shot from the tip, glazing over the back of her head, her shoulders, even along her back. She could feel it drooling slickly down over her back fin, the wyvern spraying out his pleasure in long, heavy spurts.

His tongue twitched, but he wasn't trying to lick at her anymore, he was just spasming as he came. She lifted her hips up and off of his muzzle, feeling that tongue retract back from deep inside her. The sensation of it dragging against her flesh tingled, all those little cat-like tongue barbs scraping more roughly against her than either of Aennarth or Quedruss would have wanted. The tip twitched against her sex as she rolled roughly off, flopping onto her side and revealing to the climaxing wyvern exactly what she had done to him, and letting him see what she was going to do next.

She gathered up his nuts in one hand, grabbing the further one and dragging it up and over his cock, The cord 'bound' against his knot bulb, pushing his dick down, a hot stream of seed jetting up along his tensed abs, and she splayed her fingers to gather the cord of his other nut as well. 

She clenched her fist, and lifted them up, feeling the flexing cords slide between her fingers until the twin nuts slapped against each other, bound up like a bouquet in her fingers. She liked the way it felt, holding his naked balls in her hands like that, and she snuck Yrrenoss an evil grin, making sure he watched as she revealed the claw of the pointer finger of her other paw. She drew it along the wyvern's knot, the tip of it dragging a sharp red horizontal line, just barely slicing into the flesh. She felt a divot, from Cairsuss's fang from earlier, and then dragged the claw to the next fang hole, and then to the next. When her claw encountered the first of the two cords that led up to the heavy eggs in her grasp, she just... drew her claw through it. And then the next. The flesh parted, simply, easily, separating the wyvern from his balls. 

Quedruss gargled in disbelief as she did that, the sharp twangs of pain as she severed his eggs just as casually as she had Tanwen's and Cairsuss'. 

"Dammit," he said, grinning lopsidedly as she curled up against him. Her groin thrummed with the pleasure of an orgasm she had almost gotten to feel. "I really thought I had you there."

"It was close," she admitted, as she brought the first of his balls up to his maw. He tried to pull away, but she tsked at him. "Open up."

He looked at her, green eyes bright and quizzical, a tear leaking down his cheek. He looked down to his balls, balking slightly at this. "I mean, hey, I'm cumming he-horf!"

The testicle slipped in, in between the syllables that the wyvern was trying to get out. She felt the wet splash of his seed splash against her elbow as she pushed it into his long, shocked muzzle with a finger, tucking it down over his tongue. 

"Good boy. Now swallow," she commanded, and being the good boy that he was, he did. She nodded, satisfied, as his throat bobbed, and a bulge slid down it. She held up the other one, bumping it against the wyvern's snout, just where the last one had been. 

"I've heard, from a source I trust, that wyvern eggs are an aphrodisiac," she teased. "And since I'm winning this little bet, I'm going to need you nice and hard for my victory fuck." She probed the ball into his mouth, and he opened his mouth, his expression still comically shocked, blinking as another hot spatter landed on his belly, his chest. He would keep twitching for a couple minutes, shooting out his seedless syrup in that mindless way that male dogs had. She tapped his snout, grinning deviously. "So chew."

Quedruss closed his jaws, blushing at the crunching sound as his teeth pulped his nut. The embarrassment on his face made it clear that he had been, for one spurting reason or another, not paying attention to what was going on. He tried to open his maw back up, but she shook her head slowly, closing her hand gently around his snout entirely. 

"I said, my lovely, chew." She gave his snout a squeeze, and, grimacing, he began to chew. She maintained her eye contact with him, as he did, watching as his expression shifted from embarrassed, to nauseous, to curious. His teeth rolled softly, back and forth, grinding and mulching his own nut into paste. She released his snout, gradually, shifting from squeezing it to just stroking along the top of it. "There you go. You're going to need your energy, for later."

She turned to peer at Yrrenoss, who had sauntered away from the group, staring up into the branches of a nearby tree as if bored with all of their shenanigans. "After all, it is not as if he is going to satisfy me."

Quedruss swallowed, grimacing as he gulped down the last of his own masculinity. He opened his mouth to say something, but Aennarth had intercepted him, pressing her snout to his in a quick kiss. Her tongue flickered into his mouth, and his ears darkened in a flush when he realized she was checking, to see if he had actually swallowed the ground up meal that was his testicle. 

"Thanks," he said, his voice hoarse, as she patted him on the head and stood up. Yrrenoss had sauntered another couple feet further away, and she needed to corral him, quickly.

"Where ya going, buttercakes?" Aennarth said, as she began closing the distance to the large white dragon.

Yrrenoss turned, facing her, looking disdainfully down his snout at the wyverness who had managed to castrate every other male in their brood. "Well, the contest is over. I see no reason to stick around."

"What do you mean, it's 'over'?" She asked, getting closer. She could see his cock, hanging limply from his vent, with seed still dripping from the tip of it. 

"Your twenty minutes is up," he said, with a smug little smirk on half of his muzzle. "You didn't get me off in time, so, you lose."

"Oh, is that so?" Aennarth asked. She leaned back, propping herself up with her tail for a moment as she rubbed her chin. "And, let me guess, you started the timer while I was busy with someone else?"Cairsuss, perhaps?"

Yrrenoss shrugged magnanimously. "You brushed your tail against my dick while you were fisting the kobold," he closed his eyes, shaking his head in faux ruefulness. "I could do nothing but assume that that... sexual act was intentional, which meant that that was the starting point of the twenty minutes. That you didn't do more than make eyes at me afterwards, well, I assume that was all you could think of. It didn't work, alas."

"But you came," Aennarth said, pointing to the semen drooling from his shaft. She traced the seed back, towards the fire, where Cairsuss was crouching. The green drake looked away from her as she saw him, but she could see the white cream that glazed his snout and forehead. 

"But not from you," he said. "So..." He gestured to the other three gelded males, who were staring back at him, clearly offended. "I mean, you lose, no biggie. Nice try, though, I appreciate the lengths you went to to try to prove yourself to us."

"Nah, that's not going to happen," Aennarth said. She slipped around him, the larger white male trying to step around her as she did so. She took his snout, twisting it away from the direction that he was walking, and he faltered, stepping and incidentally curling around, back towards the fire. "You made a bet, and now you gotta pay up."

"No, there's no need," Yrrenoss said, louder this time. Tanwen had approached them, and he gestured to her, trying to pull his muzzle back away from her grip on his snout. "Fine, you made your point, the bet was silly, it's over, whatever."

"It's not over yet," Aennarth said, following the increasingly panicked male wyvern as he tried to squeeze between Aennarth and Tanwen. Tanwen, smiling widely, 'oopsied' and fell against, and partially on top of Yrrenoss, forcing him to scramble as he was partially scrambled. "I think we can start your time now, though, and look at that, you've already cum once so it should be Super, DUPER easy for a big strapping powerful male like you to control yourself, right?"

"No, I mean, yes, of course I can, but I am negating the bet! I agreed to it, now I disagree!" He said, squirming out from underneath Tanwen, only to find Carsiuss there. The drake grabbed Yrrenoss by the whiskers, two handfuls' worth, and pulled down even as the drake tried to lift up away from him. "Ow! Dammit, Carsiuss, get your pansy paws off of me!"

"Be nice to him," Aennarth said, as she put her weight into flopping him over onto his side. Tanwen assisted, lifting himself up enough to let Yrrenoss be flopped, and then smothering himself back down on top of the white wyvern's chest. Yrrenoss kicked out with his legs, scrambling and trying to find some purchase, but then his legs were pinned down as well. 

"Oops," Quedruss said. "I seem to have fallen here, on your legs, Yrrenoss. Sorry about that. I will attempt to extricate myself, as soon as I recover from that big orgasm I just had."

"Yeah," Tanwen said, licking against the intact male's cheek. "I would move but, I just got castrated because you made a stupid bet, so I think I need to recover my energy."

"Come on, BIG DRAGON," Cairsuss added, yanking on the wyvern's whiskers, dragging Yrrenos's head down to the ground. "You can handle twenty minutes of teasing, right? I mean, it only took you fifteen seconds to cum in my mouth, but I bet you'll last a lot longer this time, right?"

"I know you're nervous," Aennarth said, pausing as he loudly countered that he wasn't, before she gripped his healthy, bulky external scrotum in her paw. She squeezed, feeling the nuts slither out from between her fingers, but they were not her target. "It's hard to take those first steps, but I believe in you, Yrrenoss. You just need to get some skin in the game."

Her claw stabbed into his scrotum, and began to saw it back and forth, slowly through the soft tissue there. The dragon squirmed, but she ignored him, pulling down to stretch as much of his soft bag away from his body as they could. There was a surprising amount of give in the wyvern's bag, and she got a dark thrill as she felt the last few inches of it rend free, not needing her claw at all. 

"Here's the skin," she said, and tossed it up towards his muzzle. It landed with a flap against the underside of his neck.

"That's cheating, I haven't cum yet, you can't castrate me before I cum!" He said, trying to whip his head back and forth, but coming up short as the drake's grip on his fingers sent pangs of shock and pain through him.

"May I?" Tanwen asked, as he picked up the discarded, musky skin, and Aennarth nodded. 

"Please, I doubt he has anything to say. Don't worry, Yrry baby, after you win I'll get it fastened back, no muss, no fuss. Oh, and that looks cute!"

Tanwen had 'helpfully' taken the empty scrotum from Yrrenoss' throat, holding it between his finger tips. He stretched it out, and waiting for the right moment, lurched forward. His timing was impeccable, and he stretched the scrotum over Yrrenoss' muzzle, the wyvern's protestations now significantly more muffled. It stretched over his snout like a sock, and Yrrenoss recoiled away from it, trying to shake it off.

"Should I poke some air holes in it?" Tanwen worried, but Aennarth shook her head.

"I think the smell of his own musky sack is just going to make him harder. He'll be fine," she taunted, enjoying as he glared at her from around his impromptu muzzle. "He's always gotten high on his own supply, I think." 

She curled her paw around the wyvern's heavy orbs. She had taken everyone else's, and now she was handling his. Surprisingly (or perhaps not) the largest of the wyverns did not have the largest of pairs. She bounced them in her paw, slapping up against them, and feeling them bounce, slinging upwards and then clapping them back down. 

"Half empty, but they got some life left in them," she said, and squeezed her fingers together, mashing them between her knuckles. She liked the way he squirmed, and based on how his chubbed up dick started to rise up off of his belly again, she knew he did too. "They'll do just fine." Then, she mounted him.
She climbed up on top of him, pushing Tanwen to the and resting her hands on Yrrenoss' shoulders. She could feel the hot length of his cock, the fat barbs that lined the full length of it tickling against the soft, tender scales along her own belly. Yrrenoss couldn't help but get hard, not in this position, trapped and held down with a lovely, supple, powerful female looking down at him. She reached for his dick, holding it between her fingers and stroking her fingers along the soft thorns along it. 

"Oh, yeah, you're getting hard, fast. See, that's not a bad thing. People say you're a fast shooter, but they forget how ready you are to go again, don't they?"

She loved how he squirmed at that, his feathers along his shoulders, his 'mane' bristling up, unsure if she was complementing or mocking him. Maybe it was both. She lifted one leg up, so that she could grind his dark, pointed glans back between her legs, and then sat down on him. 

He had a nice sized, a nicely textured shaft, and when she sat back down, he was locked in. There was just more dick than there was space between them, not with her squatting like that on top of his hips. She settled down, and his member pressed needily up into her, even knowing that doing so was putting himself in peril. She twisted her hips, sliding softly, and that flicked all along his barbs, the soft and flexible spires being bent and folded against his shaft in one way, then rolled and folded back over themselves to be flattened in the other. 

His eyes went wide with that, so wide that they even began to roll back in his head. 

"No, not yet, 'alpha male'," she taunted, and lifted up her thick, tapering tail. It swung down, slapping against his own with a sharp, heavy, fleshy WHUMPH. His testicles had been let go, and they had sagged down, resting on the hollow at the root of his own tail. When hers slapped down, it compressed them, flattening them with a dull, almost pleasant weight that crushed them against his tail. "No cumming yet. I have twenty minutes with you, remember?"

She wagged her tail, pushing down with it, grinding and rolling his naked orbs against his own, twitching and flailing tail. The poor guy had nowhere to go and a desperate need to be anywhere else, but he was trapped, caught, and his cock spasmed inside her.

"No. No cumming, Yrrenoss. Not until I do. You want me to cum, right?" She taunted, riding back up along him. Truth be told, with her cunny already so soft and buttered up with Quedruss' insistent, gentle pleasuring earlier, she was feeling every single one of the big dragon's barbs, and they felt lovely. She clenched down around the top half of his shaft, growling down at him, her claws sinking pleasuredly into his shoulders, and then ground down over his shaft.

It couldn't have been pleasurable for him, to feel his barbs being nearly shaved off by the tight, clenching grip of her sex as it stroked down his pole, but he had no choice but to strain upwards, to plunge himself up into her as best he could. Honestly, it was the most effort he'd put into sex with her, so far. Which made sense, this was also likely to be his last. As the penetrator, anyways. 

"There we go, yeah, you have such a nice dick, Yrrenoss. It's such a shame that it's attached to such an ass. Hopefully, cutting those big, arrogant balls off of you is going to help calm you down," she said, pulling back up and then settling back down. He was straining, his chest tight, his belly arched and rigid. "Hey, hold on, not yet!"

She lifted her tail, slammed it down again, but this time it was too late. Yrrenoss gargled out, his scrotum stretching, tearing as he opened his maw in a howl of frustration, defeat and ejaculation. Aennarth opened her mouth, mirroring his pleasure, feeling his shaft seed deeply, spurting, gouting up within her. She shuddered, the pleasure and glory from the last hour and a half culminating in a body sizzling, mind warping, nerve exploding climax. She roared up into the sky, her pleasure reverberating throughout the land around her, as she ground and hunched herself fervently on the spindly wyvern cock that was spending its second load in the last five minutes up inside her. 

"You couldn't last a little bit LONGER?" She roared, still grinding down against him. His eyes widened in hear, a flap of his torn scrotum still resting on his nostrils, and he stammered, trying to focus past his own pleasure as she lifted her tail and reached underneath it. "What use ARE you?!"

He screeched, his orgasm mingling pleasure with agony as her fingers twisted his left nut free of his body like a ripe cherry. She lifted it up, showing it to him, showing him how easy it had been to strip it off. An ooze of thick, slick dragon cream bubbled out from the torn part, where the cords had connected. He moaned, pain clouding his mind, unable to think as she tossed it dismissively down onto his chest. Then, she reached behind him, feeling for his other one. 

He tried to do anything to protect the last of his wyvernhood, tightening his groin muscles, flicking his tail, but with Quedruss laying on his legs all he could do with any measure of success was to thrust his slick, spurting shaft blindly up into her, a sensual plea for mercy. She, of course, had none.

The wet, gristly sound of his masculinity being stripped from him seemed to take all the fight out of him, and he collapsed, all of him going limp (save for a foot or so of dragon dick, that part remained stiff and throbbing) and collapsing to the ground beneath her. She chuckled,  holding the severed nut up over him, and dropping it with a thump onto the woozy, senseless, castrated wyvern's chest with the other.

"Trust me, you're going to look real cute like this. We'll get some big bandages for your groin, so that all the neighbors can see that you're just a cute little neuter bug now. And best of all, you're not going to have to pretend that you're a big alpha wyvern male anymore. You can lay on your back and raise your tail, just like you allllllways wanted to."

"I don't think he can hear you," Cairsuss said, the drake giving the dazed wyvern a couple soft slaps along his cheek. He grabbed Yrenoss' lolling tongue, giving it a squeeze and a tug, then shook his head. "Yup. Out cold. You broke him, Aennarth."

The green drake picked up the two twin testicles that the female had discarded onto Yrrenoss' chest, turning back to shake his head dismissively at the groaning wyvern beneath him. 

"We all lost our balls because of you," Cairsuss said, as the wyverness felt Quedruss' paws stroke along her hips, tapping her buttocks. It was the 'get out of the way' gesture, and she lifted her haunches, feeling the rubbery, mostly-stiff length of the castrated wyvern tug out of her. It shlorped, a flush of seed drooling out onto Yrrenoss' soft, furry belly beneath her. "So we better get some use out of these, so it's not all a complete waste."

Cairsuss slipped closer, and Aennarth trembled as the green drake crudely slipped the palm-wide nut up inside of her. It goosed up into the slick, soft, loose channel that Yrrenoss' cock had sculpted in her, disappearing without a trace. The second one followed it, and that made her grumble, as the two slippery eggs teased up against barb-scraped, cum-slippery flesh, twisting back and forth as her cunny gripped down around them. 

"You won, Aennarth, I don't think anyone would debate that," Cairsuss said, and she watched in perplexed bemusement as he laid down alongside Yrrenoss's own shaft, laying his back on the pool of cooling jism and gripping his twin cocks in one hand. "And I think we've all been good sports as you used all of our... weaknesses against us... so now WE get to have some fun. Sit down on my cocks, I have earned a ride in this heavenly pussy I keep hearing so much about."

Everyone paused at that. Quedruss and Tanwen looked at each other, jaws open in shock. Aennarth looked concerned. She began to lower herself onto him, then paused, glancing around confusedly.

"Wait, Cairsuss.." She said, looking down at the little drake. He looked very determined, as he stared back up at her. "Wouldn't you prefer... the back door?"

"If Cairsuss doesn't want it, I'll take it!" Quedruss said, giving a slap of his meaty shaft across the wyvernesses' buttocks. "I've always wanted a piece of your ass, sweetie. Just don't clench down too hard," he said, as he grimaced at Cairsuss. "SOMEONE bit me when I was just trying to help him get his rocks off."

"I should have tried a bit harder," Cairsuss said, and reached up, grasping her hips and pulling down insistently. "Ride me, I'm only going to do this once and I want to make sure my cum gets up there. I may be mostly gay but I still want you to be the mother of my broodlings!"

She obliged, lifting her tail, wrapping it around Quedruss' neck and inviting him underneath it. He pressed into her, and she pressed down onto Cairuss, the two shafts that he bore pressing short and thick inside her. Her juices, as well as some of Yrrenoss', flowed out over the drake's erections. She felt him, thrusting, squirming, but there was something about the way he was grinding up into her that felt odd, felt strange, as if he was...

"You're not fucking me, are you?" she said, a layer of admiration mingling with her sudden realization. "I mean, you're in me... and you feel quite nice... but you're not fucking me. You're fucking Yrrenoss. You're fucking Yrrenoss' balls."

"Fuck yeah I am," Cairsuss said, and began to grind up into her, rocking and bucking his hips. Behind her, Quedruss sank in deeper, not in any particular rush, just enjoying each inch of his maleness sinking into the smooth, dry, gripping heat of her backside. "He ruined a good thing, I am gonna have to like, change broods or something, now that you're all neutered."

"You're neutered too," Quedruss reminded him, as Yrrenoss groaned underneath them all. Cairsuss growled something, but was too focused on battering the wyvern's testicles around inside her cunt, stabbing her dicks up into them, trying to prove something to the big senseless glands.

Aennarth realized that Tanwen was watching them, shyly, the big soft wyvern's erections looking painful at this point. Aennarth winked at him, inviting him closer to the action. She had one hand to prop herself up with , and one hand to reach over to his cocks, gently caressing them between her fingers.

"You really liked what I was doing earlier, with Quedruss, didn't you?" She asked, and he nodded, his cheeks blushing a bright red. 

"Well, why don't we get you comfy..." She gestured to Yrrenoss, who was looking around confusedly, his brow tightening with irritation as he realized that everyone was laying on top of or around him. "And have yourself a seat."

The big white wyvern was about to complain about everyone fucking without him, but found himself suddenly silenced, as Tanwen settled his large, meaty haunches down on the big wyvern's face. He said something, but nobody could make out what it was, and nobody really wanted to hear it anyways. 

"That's a good boy," Aennarth said, Tanwen's blush deepening as he felt the bigger, louder, meaner male's mouth press against his backside, the action pleasant and unexpected. He stopped thinking about it, though, as the blue wyverness' fingers found his vent, goosing two fingers down along either side of his maleness. They felt wonderful, smooth and tender as they gently probed down into his genital slit. "Mmm, you like that, don't you? Even neutered, your cocks are getting so big and hard."

"Yeah, it feels nice. Well, I mean, they both do," he said, squirming in place. Aennarth looked down, and saw that Yrrenos was erect again, despite nobody touching him. She looked over her shoulders, smiling at Quedruss, who had a happy, glazed loon plastered on his muzzle as he rode the long, pale green flesh of his shaft in and out of her snugly gripping backside. 

"I think we found out what really gets Yrrenoss off. To think, this could have all been avoided if you had just cucked him earlier." She said it loud enough for Yrrenoss to hear her, even buried into the soft, tender backside of the fluffy Tanwen. She rolled her knuckles against Tanwen's shaft root, as she probed and kneaded her fingers up along the inner lining of his vent, feeling the soft flesh that had never been touched before, tender and smooth and supple against her finger tips. "And you're just adorable. It's okay, Tanwen, you don't have to hold back. I know you want to cum."

"I do!" he said, blushing even deeper. "I'm sorry!" He clapped his paws over his face, grinding down against Yrrenoss muffled shouting, and his shaft spurted, a clear spurt of his seedless fluids skimming along Aennarth's chest before splashing wetly across Cairsuss' face. The drake exclaimed something, licking his lips at the surprise, and pulled Aennath's hips down, sheathing his knotted cocks up inside her. He, as well as Aennarth, felt the twin eggs of Yrrenoss' testicles, battered and crushed from being pinched and rolled between the twin spikes of Cairsuss' arousal, rupture. A salted, gritty paste spilled from the torn eggs, and it was immediately obliterated by the drake's own seed, which jetted into the broken eggs and out the other side, carrying the torn matter along with it. 

Aennarth clenched down as well. She didn't know exactly what was going on, but she knew that between Cairsuss and herself, Yrrenoss' testicles were gone, destroyed. She felt their firmness melting away like hot chocolate, and then she felt them disintegrating with the hard spurts that slotted up into her from the knotted, fierce little drake.She felt herself climaxing as well, clenching down around both Quedruss and Cairsuss as her body savored the pleasure that her companions had shared with her. 

"Oh, I said not to clench dowwww-'' Quedruss exclaimed, his claws sinking into her haunches, his teeth gritting as her ass chomped on his knot. He had been sliding it in, just a bit, just to feel it, but now he was tied, and Quedruss joined Tanwen and Cairsuss and Aennarth, his remaining seed deposited into the purple wyvern's backside. He flopped on top of her, collapsing in ecstatic orgasm, shifting his grip to hug around her middle. 

Aennarth went down, crushing Cairsuss underneath them both, and she found herself with her snout in Tanwen's groin, the poor boy still shooting, his big, thick shafts resting against her cheeks as they doused her back. She groaned, lapping against them lazily, half heartedly, unable to do more than lick as her body climaxed and shook with her pleasure.

The four of them relaxed, spasming and purging themselves of their remaining juices, and seed drooled down Aennarth's sides, tickled down her arms and legs, oozed from her ass and cunt. It all ended up on Yrrenoss, and even more so joined it as Quedruss and Cairsuss disengaged with her. The males who had been allowed to breed her had flooded her, and she felt bloated and full with their seed and, in two of their cases, their testicles. 

She stretched herself, feeling the seed ooze out of her, and looked down to see it oozing all over the stained, slick, seed caked torso of Yrrenoss. 

"Oh, damn, we were so busy pleasuring ourselves," she said, staring at the white dragon's half-hard erection, "that we completely forgot to deal with Yrrenoss here. Shucks. He just didn't even cross my mind."

"Mine either," Quedruss offered, helpfully. "It was like he wasn't even here, and like we enjoyed having sex without him." He winked to Aennarth.

"Well, I knew he was there, he got fucking hard as soon as he realized we were all fucking you except him. I would have given him a handy, you know, to get him off, but..." Cairsuss turned, saying it loud enough for the Tanwen-smothered Yrrenoss to hear, "I didn't think that rubbing his USELESS, HALF hard DICK would even do anything, now that he's a nutless eunuch! He probably can't even get fully erect!"

Aennarth winced - that had been a bit rougher, but before she could pipe in to soften Cairsuss' words, Yrenoss gave a soft, desperate whimper, and his hips flexed up into the air. His cock, rubbery and floppy, gave a pathetic spurt, an oozing load of seed and clear fluids pooling blindly out onto his chest and belly, as the poor 'alpha' had himself a shamegasm underneath them all. 

"Did I do that?" Tanwen asked, as if he had done something wrong. He lifted himself off of Yrrenoss, who's tongue continued lapping up into the air, eyes closed, his face one of euphoric shame and humiliation. The wyvern didn't even stop in his servicing of Tanwen's back, even with the lack of pressure and the sudden light that filtered through his closed eyelids. He lapped, pawing up at the air, trying to find that delightful rump to pull it back down over him. 

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Aennarth said. She shook herself, a scattering of seed rustling off of her, dripping and flinging out onto the grass around them. "But I'm not going to be, not unless I get washed off. Let's go down to the hot springs, and have a soak." She looked over to them, as she sauntered towards the path down the healing, magical waters. "Cairsuss, I-" but then there was a soft, unmistakable squelching sound, as something round and kind of wet and kind of rubbery was ground into pulp under her foot. She lifted her paw, seeing the crushed, jellied remains of a testicle, one that was still kind of warm, and that hadn't been cooked in the pot. 

"Oh. Well. I was going to say, we may be able to get that ball reattached but..." She whipped her paw through the air, sending the crushed nut off into the bushes nearby. "Nevermind."

"What about him," Quedruss said, as he and the others gingerly padded after her, each of them limping slightly as the pain from their modifications began to set in now that the sex fun was over. He gestured to Yrrenoss, who was still lapping up at the air, and making unintelligible moaning sounds.

"I think he should stew in your seed for a bit. Let's let all of our juices and musks remind him of what he really is: ours. I think he'll fit in much better like this, anyways, now that we've given him a glimpse of what his place in our family really should be," she said, picking her way carefully down the rocks. She could hear the soft gurgle of the hot springs already, and she was dying for a soak. She had a few other surprises to share with her brood, surprised she had secreted away from the morsels down in the town. She hoped they would enjoy them just as much as she would.