[center]Split Attention[/center] Rustling leaves drip water from far above. Midday darkness shrouds the jungle temple. The only circle of dryness within the storm. Birds hide in their roosts, insects start burrowing in the ground and under loose shrubbery, and all other animals retreat to their dens. Sitting atop the granite altar, one dragon rubs his gravid belly. Eyes shut; he listens to the rain. Bobbing his head to an inaudible beat, he listens to the hurricane above him. Forces of nature like that of Earth amplified in magnitude. To the Greline’s new perception, that is. Whipping winds circle around the eyes with a deluge falling outside them. Sensitive ears, more capable than his previous ears, tune in for the sounds of the world around him. Chirping to himself happily he mutters, “Beautiful, no? Nature on this planet is so grandiose.” “Volatile, more like it.” Encircling the alien dragon, three colorful orbs close in. Crimson, Indigo, and Emerald. Each orb is fuzzy, opaque, radiant, and loving. Rain follows behind them, filling in the gap left behind. “True enough! Thank you again for this, Seyia. I don’t want to make you exert yourself any further.” Standing up, the pregnant reptilian turns back. Hopping onto the stone blocks, he speaks in a tired voice, “Shall we retire to our den?” “Yes, Dear.” Playful sarcasm in trio. All three orbs levitate along the path, keeping pace with their partner. Claws scrape softly against stone, splashing in puddles as they enter the shade. Staring up into space, the dragon breathes deeply. “Aaaaah... Nothing like the smell of fresh rainfall!” Petrichor permeates the air. Dry season finally ending, the parched soil thirstily drains all the rejuvenating drink it can. Soft symphonies of rain pelting the canopy leaves above them are gentle and quiet. Lightning beats its low drum every now and again. Sensitive ears pick up on them miles away. Flicking them around, the dragon ducks under vines as he walks through a brook. Buds forming flowers surround the shallow water, eager for humidity. Ahead, a cavern awaits. “There we are!” Racing into the granite passage into the ground, the dragon claps. Waves of thermal energy enshroud him. Momentary pause gives way to a shake. Not a drop of water on him, nor any mud tracking inside. “Getting better at this~” “Yep. You’re getting the hang of this.” Indigo descends at a snail’s pace. Luminous qualities reducing, a figure appears in the orb. Another dragon with fur tinted blue, smaller and with bigger ears, pops out. Stretching his legs atop a boulder, he claps as well. Miniscule pockets of water evaporate into steam, drying him off. “Think you’ll be as good as me?” Emerald hovers to the ground this time. Draconic form coalesces from the light. Absorbing the last of the green radiance, the dragon with green tinted fur leans against the wall. Bearing a perfect resemblance to the indigo dragon in all but his fur. Cocky smirk on his face, Seyia puts his paws behind his head. “Titus, wanna bet that you’ll be my equal.” Sticking his tongue out, Titus winks. Tapping his pregnant belly with one paw and forming a complex gesture with the other, the violet dragon turns to the green fragment. “Of course. Just hop in my head again. Then ‘my’ own magic will be increased tenfold!” Crimson lands directly behind Titus. Flicking the Greline’s back with a claw, he chuckles. “Cheater”, he murmurs. Placing his paws on his hips, he struts backward near the cave entrance. The crimson dragon, a copy of the others tinged with a primary color, drills a sassy gaze into Titus’ back. “Damn. Thought you’d be more than happy to handle the pregnancy for me!” Barking laughter echoes through the cave. Doubling over, Titus slaps his knee. “Entering your head though could be interesting. Souls get more ethereal as they get older, and yours must be magic incarnate now!” Emerald Seyia cocks a brow. Teasing tone in his voice, he questions, “Are you calling me old?” “I think he did”, the crimson Seyia whispers. Leaning forward, his face distorts into exaggerated anger. “No! You’re only a couple years older than me. I’m not trying to insult. I’m sor--” Pulling a paw out from behind his head, Emerald Seyia chimes, “Titus, Titus, cutie. All good. Teasing you is all too easy.” Chuckling silently, he pushes off the wall. Squinting, Titus gives a grumpy huff. Stomping one foot, he looks up and petulantly crosses his arms. “Remember this. When I learn how to possess like you did to me, you’ll...you...um?” Stamping both his feet awkwardly on the stony ground, he gulps down. Stammering an incomplete threat didn’t service the larger dragon’s ego in the slightest. “Become indecisive?”, Emerald Seyia quips. Unable to contain himself, the smirk widens, revealing his sharp incisors. “Hmph!”, Titus puffs. Indignant, he turns his back to the cheeky clone. “Wait until I get in your head...” Indigo Seyia leaps off his boulder. Landing in front of Titus, he gives a sultry stare. Only half of Titus’ height, he places a paw onto Titus growing belly. “Seems like someone is in a mood.” “False! I’m feeling great. Would you like being mocked?” Snapping his vigil from the ceiling to the dragon before him, Titus gives a deadpan stare. Trailing his free paw down his abdomen, the indigo Seyia chimes, “Sounds like you need head.” “No”, Titus sighs. Smiling, an annoyed, if greatly amused Titus adds, “Brain is upstairs, in your other head.” Winking around Titus, the indigo Greline looks down to his groin. “Don’t know about that. I do an awful lot of thinking with my dick.” Nodding in acknowledgment, both of the other colors silently stroll up behind Titus. Tail lifted by one of the fragments behind him, Titus whimpers. Cool air brushes his asshole and pussy, eliciting a shiver. “Y-Yeah. Libido frequently controls my thoughts too.” Dropping any discontent, Titus focuses exclusively on the feeling in his loins. “All fours”, Indigo Seyia commands. Tugging on the larger Greline’s arm gently, he grows more content by the second. Watching Titus kneel, his delight overflows as he springs out of the way. Quickly, Titus bends forward, propping himself up with his arms. “Good. What an obedient husband!” Feeling the soft, bubbly rear presented in front of him, the emerald fragment pants softly. Lower down, his vent opens, revealing his rod. “So, who gets what hole?” Barely a moment of silence passes before each clone takes their chosen position. Trotting around the large dragon, the crimson fragment presses his vent against Titus’ maw. Emerald Seyia doesn’t budge. Grinding against those cheeks, he throws Titus’ long tail over his shoulder. Indigo drops to the ground, rolling Titus onto his side. Each Seyia sets up in a kneeling position as the indigo clone crawls to Titus’ pussy. “Ready?”, the crimson fragment mumbles. “Set”, emerald Seyia speaks through grit teeth. “Go!”, the indigo clone shouts. Immediately, he thrusts his tip into Titus’ vagina. Extending his tongue out, Titus wiggles it into the crimson vent smothering his snout. Content to remain passive, Crimson keeps his paws on his hips, solidifies his position with a wide stance, and stands in place. Unable or unwilling to pace himself, Emerald goes to town on his mate’s ass. Hard cock meets tight passage with a groan from the clone. “Mph! N-Need to fuck your ass more!” Closing his eyes, the small dragon moans while filling the room with loud, frequent, lewd slaps as his hip collides with Titus’. Methodical thrusts into Titus’ vagina and periodic rubbing of the large dragon’s clit. One arm holds up the submissive Greline’s leg. Indigo expertly rails Titus, breathing heavily and quietly. Relishing every squeeze the muscles in Titus’ vagina provide. Reciprocating with a drawn out thrust straight to Titus’ g-spot. Downpour from the outside and mist creeping in block most light. Hazy darkness, interrupted by starlight twinkling from reflective mica in the granite walls. Obscured wicks nestled in the rock brim with preternatural vibrance, releasing a dim white light. Glistening, glowing, and warming the subterranean home thanks to each individual ball of light adding together. Endurance capable of making Atlas look frail drives the three chromatic dragons. Moans, lewd pounding, and groans create a carnal orchestra with Titus at the center. Resistance ebbs and wanes, as the rigidly proud dragon lets out a low, deep groan. “Mmmmmmm~”, moaned in the sluttiest manner possible. Vibrations from Titus’ core ripple out through all of him. Lust in his heart, maw, rear, and mound the large Greline curls his tail to loosely hold the two Seyias down at his hips and grips the crimson Seyia’s rear with a paw. “Oh~” Crimson takes one paw off his hips and begins petting his husband’s head. “Broken already? Haven’t filled more than one hole at a time, so I can’t be shocked.” Scratching behind the dragon’s ears, the fragment softly concludes, “It’s about time to finish anyway.” Grunting, Emerald hisses through his teeth., “Let’s d-do it!” Panting, his vigor triples. Pounding faster than a rabbit hops, his characteristic cocky expression melts into carnal bliss. Defeating the urge to shrug, Indigo accelerates his own thrusts. Stuffing Titus full of cum becomes the only thought in his mind. Gripping Titus’ raised leg tighter, he drops one claw from Titus’ clit and latches onto the Greline’s thigh. Anchoring the dragon provides no benefit. Emerald and Indigo’s frenzied fucking rocks their mate’s body. Inevitably, making their own penetration sloppy. Shaft buried in Titus’ maw, Crimson starts grinding. “Don’t want to strain your jaw. Cutie, can you suck me off any faster?” Lighting up brighter than the scintillating walls, Titus’ eyes focus. “Mmmhm!” Putting his time as a canine to use, Titus starts licking from tip to base. Extra time is spent tasting the knot swollen in his maw. Slurping cock like his life depends on it, the Greline drinks all pre he can. Metallic tones with a flavor resembling tangerine coat his tongue. Suckling on the throbbing shaft, he shudders when feeling similar sensations downstairs. “Oh! Oooooh! Ah! C-Cumming!”, the emerald fragment exclaims. Utilizing every ounce of strength available, he thrusts at the behind he’s enjoying, popping his knot in. Unloading all he has; the small dragon kneels with his paws limply holding onto the enticing rear he climaxed in. Inhaling deeply, the indigo Seyia holds his breath. Eyelids shut; he keeps all distractions out of focus. Calm breaks with more thrusting. Three long, forceful penetrations into his husband’s pussy push him to the edge. Throwing everything he has into one last motion; he shoves his hips to Titus’. Muffled by the storm, the sound becomes inaudible. “Gah!”, Indigo shouts on the exhale. Clenching muscles ensnare the length he buried, draining it for all it’s worth. Pumped full of seed, the small dragon gives a cursory glance at Titus’ face. Rumbling from the submissive Greline accompanies a blissful expression. Satisfied with Titus’ satisfaction, the clone slumps forward. Resting his head on the baby bump, he mouths, “Finish”, to his crimson self. Nodding, the last dragon to orgasm stands firm. Heart racing, mind emptying, and concentrating on his dick. Nothing to disturb him as he builds to his own climax. Removing himself from the cave, from the crowd, all Crimson’s being prepares for the pressure in his loins. Repeatedly the large Greline’s tongue dances over his rod. Eroding away, the Seyia’s will falters. “Uh...Fuuuuck!” Little fanfare, big load. Semen drips from the sides of his husband’s maw. Multiple times. Seemingly endless, the crimson fragment’s orgasm drenches Titus’ face enough to make the rain appear as a drizzle. Emerald and Indigo stare in amazement at the sheer volume. Trailing off gradually, the floodgates close. Crimson wipes his brow with one arm. Flushed with gratification and exhaustion, he wheezes, “A-All...done.” “You sure, buddy?” Doubt defining every syllable, Emerald stares incredulously. “If he wasn’t already pregnant his belly would have expanded from all that!” Rolling his eyes, Indigo clicks his claws together. “Bring it in. Now.” Light matching their own colors envelops all three Seyias. Corporeal to insubstantial, grounded to levitating. Orbs of emerald, crimson, and indigo retreat from Titus. Blending together into a white sphere and hovering near the roof of the cave for a second. Flashing light reverts back into a solitary dragon. Seyia stands tall in his normal colors. Violet, orange, and gold. Cyan eyes and green tongue matching Titus’ stand out from the abundant fluff and scales. Hale, hearty, and whole. Fit and hefty downstairs serving as the cherry atop the cake adding to his charisma. Squatting down, he smiles at the now smaller Titus. Nudging Titus, he hears a groan. “Did I overdo it?” “Nah. We got to do that again.” Exhausted chuckling follows Titus’ condonement. Rolling onto his back, he pants. “Hey, can you handle dinner tonight? Pretty sore now.” “No problem, cutie. Be back in a flash!” Clicking his claws, Seyia concentrates. Blinding fast, he leaps out into the air.