Ann was happy to get back to their tent house. If it were round, she’d call it a yurt or teepee, but the square setup didn’t let her. 

Dinner had been fun, with Tarnu and Lorvin joining them. Conversation was light, and even little Abigail had scooted near enough to be brought into the adults’ talking. She mostly listened, but no one chastised her for any questions she had. Alruna and Rosalyn had apparently bonded during their afternoon, and were going over all sorts of possibilities for potions using Warped materials the excitable Druid had found. Kat was a bit more reserved than usual, but Tarnu was able to crack her out of the sullen shell. Something had happened, evidenced by the drastic increase in scales on her limbs, but she hadn’t had a chance to go over it with Ann or the rest.

“What a feckin’ day,” Kat sighed, pushing past Ann and setting her armour up in the corner. “I’m so feckin’ sore, it’s not even funny.”

“Did you get into a third fight? You look completely beat and not in the normal, happy way you do when you win or have a good contest. More like a completely drained and exhausted and kinda dejected, but I can’t see much more on you besides a couple bruises and a lot more scales, and I’m really interested what happened there, because you were only getting your shoulders and now they’re all the way down your arms and on your hands and feet!” Rosalyn was still riding the high of people letting her ask the awkward questions without much judgment.

“I noticed that, too,” Ann said, pulling off her shirt and undoing some of her bindings. Orenous did her a lot of favours with her body, but her sizeable rack always ached at the end of a very active day getting all squished into armour. Maybe Wendyl could make her a pocket dimension bra at some point. “Something happen with the dragon?”

“Aye. Well, two of ‘em. After I met up wit’ Tarnu an’ he kicked me arse, I went an’ talked tae Eldest o’ All.”

Both of the other women sucked in their breath, waiting for the disaster.

“Honestly, think we’re good now. He helped me a bit wit’ the whole dragon thing, an’ what it’s doin’ tae me. Needed another reminder even after Orenous an’ her intervention. I’ve shut the dragon up fer now, but it’s gonna come back. Oh, an’ I named it Dearc.”

“Dearc?” Ann asked, cocking her head so her ears flopped.

“Aye. Lizard in Gaelic accordin’ tae Eldest o’ All. Shoulda heard how pissed off it made Dearc,” Kat laughed. “Anyway, after I got out o’ me soul, I had me scales all o’er.”

“How much all over?” Rosalyn asked, her eyes clearly devouring Kat’s body.

“Ye wanna take a look? Can offer an… intimate display,” Kat purred, pulling the druid close by her hips.

Ann already felt her cock rising at the display. They were going to get busy tonight. She was nearly at her timer, as well, so it was going to happen anyway. While Kat groped and kissed their sheep, she set up the sound-dampening devices and slipped out of the tent.

A quick knock on Bren and Lucia’s tent resulted in a muffled grumble and Bren’s head poking out. “Is anything the matter?”

Ann wished she could have heard more of what was going on, but she was distracted. “No, just letting you know that we’re going to be busy tonight, and to not barge in if you have anything urgent.”

“Ah, then have a pleasant evening,” Bren nodded. Was he blushing? There was a little pink on those cheeks, but Ann couldn’t be sure.

“Well, good night,” Ann waved as the dirty blonde ducked back into his tent.

She so desperately wanted to eavesdrop, but that’d be rude, and she should get back to her lovers before they got started without her.

Much to her surprise, nothing had progressed besides the pair stripping. Kat was standing there awkwardly while Rosalyn gawped at her scales. Ann joined her a moment later.

“You said they’d spread, but not this much! You’re nearly covered!” Ann gasped.

“Not all o’ me. I’ve still got plenty o’ skin,” Kat grumbled. “Prefer it that way. Only got the exteriors armoured, an’ leaves all the sensitive an’ fun bits skin. Can ye imagine me tits covered in scales?”

Ann very much could, and she wasn’t exactly against the idea. Still, if Kat liked herself this way, she was happy too. “Wow, it really does just kinda go down your ass crack and stop there. Your sides are completely covered, and your lower legs, too.”

“Yeah,” Rosalyn giggled, running her hands over the shimmering expanses. “So happy they left these amazing muscles free, though. I like your abs. Though I’m kinda surprised it’s not your entire arms. Why does it cover your entire upper arm, but leave a blank spot for the inside of your forearms?”

“Feck if I know,” Kat shrugged. “Guess that’s just me pattern?”

“Do different dragons have different patterns? Some with big scaly abs?” Ann purred, running a claw down Kat’s spine. It was such a strange feeling, the tip going tick-tick-tick as it skittered over the hard surface. She hadn’t expected Kat to shiver at the feeling. “How much of this do you feel?”

As Ann ran all ten of her claws down the woman’s back, Kat actually moaned. “Oh me stars, enough, an’ it feels incredible. Keep doin’ that!”

Ann laughed and got back to giving her lover the strangest back rub she’d ever given someone.

“Ye can go harder,” Kat urged, leaning into the claws.

Ann pushed harder on her next pass, then harder on the next. Kat only seemed to enjoy it more with the extra pressure.

“Lie down on your belly, Kat,” Ann directed. While her girlfriend got settled, she took all of her clothes off, knowing where this was going. Rosalyn was already doing her best to help massage their clearly tired lover.

Ann came over and sat squarely on Kat’s thighs. Her horse cock nestled between those wonderfully muscular cheeks, but she resisted the urge to grind into them. That would come later.

For now, she leaned forward and dug her claws into the blue scales as hard as she could. Kat’s scales felt harder than they’d been before, as well. Even with most of her weight pushing against them, they didn’t show any sign of getting scratched or bending. Idly, she thought Wendyl would have a field day with them. Maybe a talented smith if they found one they gelled enough with. Well, besides Pile. Maybe Pile, actually. It’d been a while since they’d run into the mysterious woman.

“Why’d ye stop?”

Ann muttered an apology and got back to her girlfriend. 

Rosalyn was up by Kat’s head, kneading her shoulders happily. The woman’s prodigious bust nearly rested on Kat’s head, giving Ann a wonderful sight. Still, they took their time relaxing, Kat. She put too much on her shoulders and deserved to be pampered.

“It’s funny. They’re scales, but if I rub them the wrong way, I’m not getting all cut up,” Rosalyn murmured. “Like, if you pet fish the wrong way, your hands get shredded, and snakes absolutely hate it, but your scales seem flush enough with each other that my fingers just glide over the gaps to the next one.”

“Good. Don’t want me skin tae be dangerous tae ye two,” Kat mumbled from somewhere between Rosalyn’s thighs. She must be really enjoying herself, since she hadn’t taken advantage of that position.

“They’re gorgeous, too. Such a brilliant blue.”

“Still don’t know what kind. Eldest o’ All wasn’t sure neither,” Kat groaned as Ann hit a knot. “Right there, oh, that’s good.”

Thanking Orenous for the Deft Hands skill, Ann got to work on the knot to the happy but pained grumbles of her princess.

“Thinks I could be gettin’ ice, water, sky, or some gemstone.”

“Well, I’d rule ice and sky out,” Rosalyn chirped, perking up at the talk of creatures. “I’m betting water, because gemstone dragons are suuuper rare. Like, we only have a couple recorded, and only one was friendly enough to speak with. The rest are really isolationist and fiercely defend their territory. They also apparently have massive hoards of their own type of gemstone buried away somewhere only they know about, and the one that talked to scholars said that theirs was deep in a mountain no one had seen. Wouldn’t tell them anything else.”

“Rosalyn, ye keep goin’, but can ye get me neck?”

“Sure!” Rosalyn giggled, moving her hands. “So yeah, if you’re water, then that’s pretty cool, but they’re not fishy scales and really don’t seem hydrodynamic, but that’d just leave a gemstone, which would probably be sapphire, but we can’t tell at all yet. I could be wrong, and you’re a really blue ice dragon, which’d be really cool, but you hate cold, so that might not be great. You could breathe ice and do all sorts of neat magic with that. Gem magic can be really crazy, too, but with so few dragons of that nature studied, we don’t know the extent of it all. Was Dearc all gemmy?”

“Nae. It’s still growin’ its scales, back, so I guess we’ll see,” Kat sighed as the knot finally let go.

Ann’s hands moved further south. She was enjoying this, but also had other plans for the night. Still, they had plenty of time. “So, which one do you want it to be?”

“Lamb is right. I don’t like the cold, so gem would be great. Feck, bein’ rare on top o’ rare is kinda excitin’. Protected by a God, runnin’ around wit’ another’s Chosen, in a group o’ people all wit’ Gods watchin’ ‘em? We’re a crazy bunch.”

“You always leave out that you’re a princess,” Ann sighed, continuing the back scratching. She felt a little like a cat with a scratching post right now, and part of her enjoyed it immensely.

“’Cause I don’t want that tae be a definition’ o’ who I am,” Kat grumbled. “I’ve ranted enough about it.”

“And Alruna’s keeping the secret pretty well. I got to talk to a few people during my walk, and none of them were asking questions. Even Eyes doesn’t know,” Ann said. Kat’s lower back was always a mess with how much weight she carried. Even with all of those muscles, it was a strain. Claws weren’t great for that, so they retracted, and Ann got to kneading.

Kat let out a deep sigh. Ann felt her body tense up at the mention of the alchemist.

“Something wrong?”

“Not wrong? Just, it was a bit o’ me conversation wit’ Eldest o’ All.”

“You talked about Alruna with him?” Rosalyn asked, still working on the warrior’s neck.

“Nae, just talkin’ about me head an’ heart. He had some good advice. Counterin’ Dearc would go a lot easier if I was tryin’ tae become the opposite o’ them. Dearc is jealous an’ prideful. I’m cut from the same cloth.”

“Hm, you are pretty jealous, and really prideful,” Rosalyn hummed. “But you’re also a big sweetheart and are holding yourself back because you love us and don’t want to mess up what we’ve got, right? That’s the idea I get, anyway. Like, I’ve seen you staring at Alruna and even Eyes. You’ve been wondering what they’d be like in bed, right?”

“I… somewhat,” Kat’s muffled reply came back.

“You did also get with Aranaea,” Ann pointed out. “Did we all fall apart because of that?”

“Nae.”

“Did we actually come a bit closer together because of it?” Ann asked, remembering their teaming up on the spider-woman and turning the tables on her.

Kat replied with an unhappy grumble.

“Listen. I’m not saying we go all out and find a fourth, but I do think we should keep trying. You’re only going to let go of the jealousy if you learn to share. We do also have that agreement. Vetos are always, and I mean always, on the table.” Ann felt Kat’s back pop, rewarding her with a happy moan. She dug in with the heels of her hands, sliding forward until she was lying on top of Kat’s back. Kat was a mountain, but she was still a few inches taller, letting her cock rest exactly where she wanted it to while she leaned in to Kat’s pointed ear. “And I will always share with you.”

Kat’s response was cut off as Ann pushed forward hard. The princess was already soaking from the sensual massage and offered almost no resistance as Ann’s bitch breaker stretched her wide.

“You’re terrible,” Rosalyn giggled as she saw Ann’s tail wagging happily above her brown buns. “Well, I loosened your neck up. How about you loosen that tongue up?” The Druid grabbed Kat by the ears and shoved her into her own soaking depths.

Ann adored how Kat clenched tighter around her as she ate Rosalyn out. For being such a brute, the girl was sickeningly in love with them. She’d have to reward that loyalty.

It only took two more thrusts to hilt herself, balls slapping against Kat’s clit with a satisfying noise and a hoarse moan. Gods, she was extra tight today. Was the stress of earlier making her muscles more active?

“Don’t ye dare shrink,” Kat growled, tearing herself away from her meal to shoot a glare over her shoulder.

Ann felt an excited shiver run through her body. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

That’s what it was. Kat wanted her at max size, and her skill understood. Kat wanted to be destroyed. Who was Ann to deny her that?

The pullback was excruciating. Kat’s breath hitched as the flared head dragged across nerve bundles. Everything was being touched because there was no space left in Kat’s depths.

Ann felt like she was fucking… something really tight and wet. Her brain wasn’t coming up with a metaphor right now. The tightness was incredible, and she felt her hackles rising as she reached the apex of her wind-up. The next thrust was fast. So fast that she heard Kat hiccup into Rosalyn’s snatch.

“Don’t stop,” Rosalyn moaned, pulling her back in. “I love how your tongue knows my good spots, and your nose always hits my clit! Ohhhh yeah!”

Kat melted with the praise, doubling down on Rosalyn, but also relaxing around Ann’s shaft. She took that as an invitation to start taking her princess properly. Kat’s muscles quaked with her as she pounded the perfect Ass under her. She’d put Kat in a headlock if she wasn’t otherwise occupied. With that not a possibility, she opened her jaws and chomped into a scaly shoulder. The scales resisted, only letting her put pressure on the shoulder, but that was enough for Kat.

That tightness turned into a wringing grip. Every time Ann pulled out, Kat’s insides were milking her length. The dragon was greedy and wanted her reward.

“Mmm, you’re so tight, Kat. You like getting stretched wide by this horse cock.”

A muffled moan.

“Oh, don’t deny it,” Ann laughed, speeding her thrusting up. “Rosalyn can tell when you lie. Like being stretched out by your mate? Making you feel me with every bit of flesh you have? Shaping you to be mine, and mine alone?”

“Oh my!” Rosalyn cried as a pathetic mewling rose from between her legs. “Oh, right there. I’m close, Kat. Dong… doing so good!” Those plush ebony thighs wrapped around Kat’s head, and Rosalyn started grinding herself into their lover.

“No matter what happens,” Ann said, her voice husky and dripping with sensuality, “I will always fuck you into the ground before we’re done.”

Kat shook. Ann felt the scales ripple under her chest, teasing at her nipples as they rolled over Kat’s muscles. If she was being milked before, Kat wasn’t asking. Ann felt her balls clench, cum rising in a white torrent in her shaft. Just before she exploded, she whispered one last word: “Mine.”

Kat chained into a second orgasm immediately as those words made her pointy ears blush deep red.

“Yeah, mmmmmf, yeah! Ours. You’re ours, Kat!” Rosalyn babbled as she started to come apart herself. “Always gonna be ours! Gonna keep you close and, hooooly Gods, and make you the happiest person ever!”

Ann was locked into Kat. Jet after jet of cum pumped into her lover’s womb, filling her with Ann’s love with every throb. The flared head of her cock did a good job keeping it all in, but eventually even that was defeated by the sheer volume Ann put out. With an audible squelch, cum came pouring out of Kat’s overstuffed sex, squirting all over Ann’s stomach and thighs.

“Take it all,” Ann growled. Her hips kept bucking on their own. Each pulse made her tail thrash in pure ecstasy. Her hearing went dull as her own peak finally reached its zenith. She couldn’t resist gravity anymore and slumped against the warm scales underneath her. Still, her hips moved on their own, pumping as much cum as possible into her mate.

Her mate.

Waheela was happy with that term. She was radiating pride in Ann’s soul.

“My mate,” Ann whispered, her voice shaky from the effort it took to fill Kat.

“Aye,” Kat whispered back, still wrapped up in a twitching Rosalyn’s thighs. She wasn’t going easy on the Druid, who’s eyes were rolled back in her skull, her hands clutching Kat’s braids.

After a bit, they all came down from their respective heights and caught their breath.

“And I thought I was the jealous one,” Kat giggled up at Ann. “Callin’ me yours like ye’re proposin’ tae me.”

Ann’s heart jumped at that word. They’d made little gestures and were in a pretty damn happy relationship, all things considered. Should she be thinking about that? It’d been months! Was she that fast to propose?

“Ann, ye good? I was teasin’ ye,” Kat asked, doing a casual pushup and lifting them both with ease.

“I… yeah. Just joking around,” Ann chuckled nervously. Please take that and don’t keep asking. Please, please, please please!

“I dunno, you should have seen how hard you got off to that, Kat,” Rosalyn giggled. “You sure you’re not going to propose to Ann first?”

“Like ye ‘aven’t thought about it,” Kat huffed, starting to just do pushups for no reason with Ann still buried inside her.

“No! Totally not!” Rosalyn said. Ann didn’t even need to see her hands fidgeting together to know she was lying. If she could blush, Rosalyn would be red from head to toe.

“Alright, this is not the time or place to be talking about this,” Ann said, deciding to end this before it could go further. “I’ve got some fun shit I want to try tonight, and Kat’s going to love all of it.” Two of her teeth fell out, clattering off Kat’s scales as her venomous fangs grew in. “I’m gonna give you that bite you wanted.”

“Hol’ up,” Kat said, dipping to one side and rolling Kat off her back. The wet sucking sound, followed by a gush of cum as Ann was dislodged, distracted them for a moment. “Feck, that feel’s amazin’. Still, nae, first I wanna do somethin’. Yer skill is off cooldown, right?”

Ann did some quick mental math and nodded. It had been three days.

“Cool. Then I’ve got a request.”

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