Lianda and the terrible Cave Wyrm Part VII
Or
“A screaming, knock down, Dragon on the floor argument”

Lianda realised she’d have to get a bath, but she was vastly over the size that Iolan’s bath could accommodate, and with a wince, she realised it was cold river water time.
Grumbling, she grabbed a handful of straw, and snuck out of the feed barn. Keeping low to the ground, she attempted to be inconspicuous, and again, failed miserably. She slunk to the river, feeling fairly safe behind the bushed along it’s bank and with a yelp, belly flopped into the freezing water.
Shivering, she quickly scrubbed herself with the straw, until she felt clean, and then clawed her way out of the water. Shaking herself, sending sprays of water all over, she sidled back to Iolan’s house.
She could hear the crown in front of the little house before she saw it. Emerging from the bushes behind the group of pitchfork wielding, brand waving villages, she paused.
Iolan was stood in the doorway of her home, contriving to look as though she had not been having hot lesbian dragon sex a scant quarter of an hour previously.
Lianda waved, her form luminous in the moon dappled darkness, and Iolan nodded a little, spotting her. Backup has arrived, on with the show…
“What is it you want?” Iolan called to the leader of the mob. “You know I’m not open this late!”
The mob leader waved his farm tool – some sort of rake by the look of it, and went “Arrr!” a bit before he realised that he was supposed to answer the question, not just make the approved mob noises.
“Well, It’s like this, you see… Er. Arrr. Yeah!”
Iolan waved him on.
“Oh, right. Well, that Lianda, she be a witch like her Gran,a nd she be conspiring with that evil sheep gobbling Draaaagon, see? And you be conspiring with her!”
There was a muffled sob at the mention of sheep gobbling, and a quiet moan of “Oh, Flossie…”
Iolan looked blank. “And this means precisely what, Smithy?”
Smithy paused, mouth open. He turned to his mob and they whispered and plotted. It was obvious they hadn’t thought this far ahead.
”What’re we going to do?” Asked Smithy.
”Er, aint she a witch?” Someone asked. “We could burn a witch!”
”No, no, she aint no witch, she just conspirin’ with a witch!”
”…Nice tits for a witch conspirer…”
“Arr!”
”We could burn her anyway!”
”…or drownd her!”
”Arr”
”Or give her some cake!”
There was a pause, and Lianda tried not to laugh. She hadn’t been able to resist putting her own suggestion in.
”If that’s you, Baker, I’m going to give you such a cloppin’…”
“Aint me!”
”We could give her cake…and then burn her!”
”William, we aint giving her no damn cake!”
“…but we still burnin’ her, arr?”
”Dunno, the missus was always fond o’ her…”
“…we could burn her too if’n you like…”
”So there aint no cake then?”
”I dunno about burning the missus, who’d cook?”
”Your missus cooks good cakes – maybe she could make the cake we give to her before we burn her?”
Smithy clenched his teeth and clonked one of the other men on the head with his rake as he ground the words out: “There (bonk) is (bonk) no (bonk) cake!! (bonk) (bonk) (bonk)”
Mob pecking order established, they turned back to Iolan.
Smithy puffed out his chest.
”As leader of this here village, I sentence you to be burned for conspirin’ with a dragon conspirin’ witch, all right. You will not be getting cake before you be burned…”
Lianda leaned in… “How about afterwards?”
”…or (bonk) afterwards”
”Ow! I never said nuthin’…”
Iolan rolled her eyes. “Smithy, you’re a fool. You’re all fools the lot of you, and you’re not burning anything down now or later. I’m going to tell your missus what you’ve been up to tonight, and I’m seriously considering leaving!” she shouted, her hands on her hips.
Smithy shook his head.
“You aint telling no one nothing, and you don’t have no choice... but” he leered grabbing his crotch, “I might have a little bit more fun than you before we burn you!”
The mob cackled and leered, stupidity and lusts making them ugly. Iolan looked uncertain, ready to bolt.
Lianda grinned nastily, and cleared her throat.
”If anyone gets burned,” she purred, “It’s not going to be my friend…”
Smithy hefted his rake.
“Look, I’m head man here, and I’m tellin’ you what’s going on, right?” he said as he and his men turned turned. He and his men looked up.
”Oh shit.” He said, his grubby trousers suddenly dripping.
One of the less clued up mob leaned over to him.
”Do we burn the dragon too?” He asked.
Lianda grinned. Her pin sharp teeth glinted, and her golden brown eyes flickered like molten metal in the flame’s light. The mob backed away slowly, and Lianda growled, a long low note that shook the air. Spreading her wings and crouching low to the ground, she followed them.
The mob started to split, the men waving their torches and scythes.
Smithy called out; “We can take it! Get around it! Go for the belly!”
Suddenly, Lianda realised that this was no longer a game, and these men would hurt her if they could. If she was injured or killed, they’d rape Iolan, and then burn her alive.
A dark red fury welled up in her. They were her village people, and they’d tried to kill her, and now they wanted to kill her friend. She roared, the sound echoing off the sides of the valley, and her long sharp claws slid from their sheathes. Circling and swiping at the jabbing poles, she snapped her teeth, shearing through one thick pole, splinters spraying through the air, but still the mob jabbed at her.
She curled her tongue and blew, and the men flinched…but nothing happened.
“Oh bugger” thought Lianda, “What did I forget?”
Smithy grinned. “This one can’t flame!” he shouted and swiped with his rake at Lianda’s eyes.
Lianda fixed him with a glare. If she was going to get hurt, she was going to bite this one’s bloody head clean off first!
Once again she curled her tongue, and opening her mouth wide she prepared to blow.
Smithy laughed nastily.
An instant later he was reduced to a black shape at the centre of a stream of violet white flame, and when Lianda blinked away the after image, all that was left were his battered boots, which smoked gently.
”Well, allright!” she drawled “Who’s next?” But when she looked around, she was alone.
Head held high, she swaggered back to Iolans house.
Iolan ran to her. “Are you allright?!” she gasped, running her hands over Lianda.
”I suppoes you think that helped?” she asked archly.
Lianda blinked. “Um. Yes?”
Iolan opened her mouth and then blinked “…Actually, yes it did. Good job, now we have to leg it!”
“What?”
“I can’t stay here, I have to go! I’ll pack up, and you can see me to the next village. I might even go as far as Marisport! That’d be better…”
Lianda blinked. Her friend was suddenly uprooted!
”You could come with me!” she blurted.
Iolan sat on her doorstep, head in hand. She sighed.
”Really!” Lianda prompted.
Iolan looked up, a wry half smile on her face. “I think I will. It beats six weeks on the back of a stolen donkey anyway…what do I need?”
Lianda considered. “um, I don’t know if I can carry much, so dress for warmth and only take small things!”
Lianda watched through the open door as Iolan bustled about her house.
She grabbed her satchel, and upended a draw, scrabbling about the bits and bobs that rolled free, thrusting a few small notebooks into her bag. Lifting a loose flag, she dug out a soft leather bag, which she hefted. “Gold and jewels” claimed Iolan, “The wages of sin – always useful”. Thrusting the pouch into her bag, she rummaged some more stuffing handfuls of cloth and another book into her bag, as well as some dried herbs.
Iolan looked into her bag, and cast about the floor, grabbing a wooden cylinder with relief. “My other best friend” she cackled.
Dumping the bag, Iolan pulled off the loose robe she was wearing, and started rummaging in the chest next to the wall.
She flung garments over her shoulder, searching. She grabbed a pair of undergarments split down the middle and pulled them on.
”I said warm clothes!” Chided Lianda.
“These are warm!” Iolan told her, “They’re fur lined…”
Iolan pulled on a vest which held her breasts snugly, although Lianda couldn’t help noticing that it had two holes in which let Iolan’s nipples poke free. Iolan pulled on the leather Basque, and the thigh boots, and then snuggled into a deep blue woollen skirt. She grabbed her satchel and tied the flap down tightly, before donning her heavy cloak.
“Ready to roll” she said, twirling.
A little later, the stood at the cliff edge, Iolan tied with the straps that Lianda had been returning. In the distance, a cloud of smoke rose, Iolan’s house, burning merrily. Iolan had not wanted to leave anything for the villagers, and Lianda had blown a sheet of flame through the rooms as Iolan had watched, tears in her eyes.
Lianda, on all fours called to Iolan.
”Ready?”
”Are you sure you know how to do this?” Called back Iolan.
”Um. Yes?”
”…Oh god, I’m going to die, aren’t I?”
Lianda snorted, and as the sun lit the sky, she galloped towards the cliff. The extended her wings, locking them, the wind already filling and pulling them up, as she leapt from the cliff edge.
Iolan wailed as they dropped, and Lianda clenched her teeth to avoid joining in as the horizon tilted up and they swooped down. With agonising slowness, Lianda pulled up, until she was rising slowly, the ground speeding by below her.
Tilting her wing, she circled gliding through the sky until Iolans house crackled below them. Lianda was glad Iolan had decided to raze the house now, as she circled over the burning building, using the hot air to gain height.
”Are you OK?” she shouted over the noise of the slipstream.
”…I’m really glad I stuffed my knickers with something absorbent…” Iolan shouted back.
As they circled, Lianda realised that, deep in the back of her mind, she could feel the way back to the castle. She wondered if Dragons had the ability to find their way like the birds that migrated overhead every summer…
High enough now, she turned away from the rising air and headed back to the row of standing stones, tracing the list of landmarks back to what she now thought of as “home”.
Iolan recovered from her terror enough to watch the landscape below her as they flew, and occasionally pointed and shouted to Lianda about features they passed. As the day wore on, they drew closer, and Lianda’s “homing” sense seemed to tally with the landmarks, although she didn’t trust it to get them home. The shadows started to fade, and the light began to dim, worrying Lianda, who had never flown at night before, but turning her head, she saw that it wasn’t the night drawing close. Behind her, a vast storm front was rolling, and steadily gaining.
A cold wind started to make itself felt, and Lianda hoped that with this tailwind, she’d be home before the storm – she did not want to try flying through rain and wind.
She began to panic, especially when it began raining, heavy cold drops that beat on her back and chilled her wings. She squinted against the wind and water in her eyes as they flew between jagged peaks, lit with the occasional flash of lightning. Buffeted by the wind, Lianda began to rely on her homing sense, accurate or not – she was lost.
They dipped and shook in the turbulence, and Lianda became exhausted trying to ride out the swirls and eddies, desperately trying to use the gusts of wind to gain height. She also worried about Iolan, who must be soaking and cold from the rain.
Lianda Howled into the storm, venting her fear and anger as the storm sucked her body heat away. She shook her head trying to clear her eyes, and caught a flash of red. Turning half by instinct, she saw that it was the Castle, lights burning through its’ jewel like windows. She turned towards it, making great arcing swoops, trying to get closer in the howling wind.
Soon, she was swooping in to the landing run, a dark maw in the rain, but a flash of lightening lit it for an instance, and Lianda saw with a lurch in her chest that they were too low!
The wind eddied around the crag, bouncing the Dragoness a little, and she dived for the platform, but the wind screamed around her, buffeting her, pushing her back, and she crashed into the landing run’s, scrabbling with her forelegs, desperately scraping with her back legs against the slippy stones, unable to press herself to the stonework for fear of crushing Iolan.
Inch by painful inch, she dragged her aching, frozen body over the flagstones, until she stood, shaking with exhaustion. She staggered tot the doors, and pushed them open, almost crawling inside. She pushed them to, leaning her weight against the great doors, closing them against the wind, and then sank gratefully to the floor on her side, panting and wheezing.
After minute or so, she plucked at the strapping holding Iolan to her. Her paws were frozen and stiff though, so she used a claw to slice them through.
Iolan tumbled free, and rolled on the floor, dripping, but shaking, still alive.
Lianda sighed with relief.
Rolling to her feet, she nudged Iolan who staggered upright, teeth chattering too much to speak, and the two of them staggered down the hallway, until they came to the room with the big bathing pool. Iolan dropped gratefully to the warm floor, and they both basked in the warm steam for a few minutes silently.
“Stay here and guh-get wuh-warm” Lianda told Iolan, who nodded, and began stripping, obviously intending to slide into the hot pool. Lianda considered joining her, but she wanted to tell Lupilo that she had returned.
Outside the rain beat heavily against the (thankfully) magic reinforced walls and glass.
Dripping, Lianda stalked down the corridor, she could smell something in the air… sniffing, she followed the scent. She couldn’t place it. It reminded her of Lupilo, oddly, although it didn’t smell like him. Snuffling, head wavering she tracked the mysterious odour. It smelled like trouble.
Passing Lupilo’s room, she continued on. The scent was all over the place, even the doors to Lupilo’s bedroom, but it was stronger this way… Moving quickly, her claws out and tapping on the floor, she closed in on her own room, the Consort’s Gallery.
She stood up on her back legs, pressing her nose to the doors. This was definitely where the smell was coming from.
She pushed open the doors and stepped into the room.
Lying on her bed was a large red dragon. It raised it’s head, and they gazed at each other for a shocked moment.
”What might you be?” The red Dragon asked, it’s voice low.
Lianda’s jaw dropped. This dragon was definitely a female, though it was slightly bigger than Lupilo. It’s ruby eyes gazed at Lianda with contempt, and Lianda quailed.
”…I’m Lianda…” she managed.
The other dragon snorted and yawned lazily.
”How dreadfully interesting. I’m sure you amuse Anatostilupilo no end… However, you are no longer welcome. You may leave when the storm has gone, or before, I don’t care much which…”
The red Dragon remained glaring at Lianda until she backed out of the room, letting the doors close.
Linada shook with shock. Lupilo (…Anatostilupilo?) had replaced her with this arrogant red female? She should get Iolan and prepare to leave…
Linda shook herself. Leave? Maybe, but not without a fight, and definitely not before seeing Lupilo! She stormed down the hall, until she found Lupilo’s door.
She swept the door open and stormed in. outside the lightning flared.
There was a blanket covered lump on the bed – it had Lupilo’s tail sticking out.
The lump spoke. “I’ve told you, go away, I don’t feel like it…I have a headache…”
Lianda gave the lump a swift kick. “Lupilo?” she asked, “What’s happening? Why is that red bitch lizard in my bed?”
The blanket shifted and Lupilo peered out from under it.
”Lianda!” he said, with genuine warmth, making Lianda feel a lot better.
Lupilo scrambled out from under the blanket and embraced her.
”Oh, it’s terrible” he told her, “I’ve been hiding! I don’t know what to tell her, she won’t leave…”
Lianda rubbed his muzzle softly. “You can tell me all about it, but first I want to warm up, and there’s someone you should meet…”
Lupilo followed Lianda back to the pool, his curiosity temporarily making him forget his troubles.
Iolan was in the pool, sitting, head resting against the sides, relaxing when they returned. Even though she was used to Lianda, and had met Lupilo previously, she still flinched violently when they entered.
Lianda pushed the doors shut, as Lupilo stepped gracefully into the pool. He leaned over and sniffed Iolan.
“We met at the village, didn’t we?” He asked
Iolan nodded. “I hid behind the rock – Lianda’s friend?” She offered a hand to shake, and Lupilo uncoiled his tongue and wrapped it around her wrist.
”Ah, yes, now I recognise you. Mm, welcome to my castle, er, Yola?”
”Iolan. Thanks. It’s a nice pile, great bathrooms you have. Almost didn’t get here because of the storm…”
Lupilo blinked, and turned to Lianda who was finally, gratefully slipping into the hot water.
”You flew through a storm? Do you know how dangerous… I should never have let you go alone! You could have been killed!”
Linda was touched by the genuine concern in Lupilo’s voice – it seemed obvious that Lupilo had no plans to replace her, now.
Iolan stifled a snigger. ”You two sound like you’re married, anyway!” she quipped.
Lupilo groaned and rubbed his head.
”That’s the problem…” he said.
Lianda let the water flow over her, stirring it with her tail, the chill in her scales and bones ebbing, as she listened to Lupilo’s tale:
“Dragons,” he began, “are quite rare. There are not many of us around. I may have mentioned this…”
Lianda nodded.
”Basically, it’s the female’s prerogative to choose a mate, and to cut a long story short, Antanedusalisar – Salisar has decided to pick on me.”
Iolan scratched her chin. “But Lianda has dibs on you – doesn’t that count for something?” she asked.
Lupilo nodded morosely. “Yes, normally. It’s considered very bad manners to try and poach somebody else’s mate, but she says Lianda is not a true Dragon”.
Iolan slicked back her hair. “Um, wings, claws, fiery breath, tail…she looks like a Dragon to me”
Lupilo shook his head. “Lianda is a Dragon because of an Enchantment. She’s small for a female, and Dragons do not have breasts – she may only really be a Half-Dragon. Salisar may have a case for claiming that I am not pair bonded, as my mate is not another Dragon by birth.”
Lianda growled. Ruddy bitch.
”Salisar has decided to take me for her mate, and will not leave.” Lupilo continued, “And she may decide to challenge Lianda.”
”So?” said Iolan, “Lianda will kick her arse. Problem solved!”
”Um. Actually… she’s bigger than Lupilo…” Lianda told her.
“Oh. Fuck.” Iolan said, demonstrating her mastery of the language. “So what do we do? Hide out until she gets bored?” Iolan muttered, leaning against the side of the pool, shamelessly flashing her boobs.
Lianda flicked water at her, but turned her attention to Lupilo. “The question is, what are we going to do about her?”
Lupilo shrugged, sinking into the deeper water. “I honestly don’t have a clue.”
The trio fell silent, considering possible courses of action.
“Bollocks to that then” said Iolan.
She dragged herself out of the pool, the water sluicing from her skin, and as she pulled herself onto her belly at the edge of the pool, Lianda noticed Lupilo appreciating the view.
Lupilo shrugged guiltily and whispered to Lianda, “Reminds me of when we first met…” Lianda snickered.
Iolan kicked at her clothes in irritation. “Still soaked!” she called back. “Hey, unless you have some clothes that fit, I’m going to have to go naked – Is that going to be a problem?”
Lupilo shook his head, stifling a grin. It was obvious he was warming to Iolan.
Iolan came over and stood by the pool, hands on hips. “Any danger of getting some supper?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lianda splashed water over her, laughing, but the truth was, she was fairly hungry herself.
”I’ll take Iolan to the dining hall” she told Lupilo, “Do you want anything?”
Lupilo shook his head and told them to meet him in his room after they had eaten – Lianda couldn’t go back to her own room considering it’s occupant.
Lupilo stuck his head around the door frame, checking the Great Hall was empty, and lower down, Lianda popped her head around the door, trying to detect Salisar’s scent, and below then Iolan leapt out, naked, and striking a vaguely martial pose.
The two dragons looked down at her, bemused.
”Hi yah?”
”You are a brick short of a bungalow, aren’t you?” Lianda asked Iolan.
”This coming from a girl who’s into kinky lizard sex!” Riposted Iolan.
Lupilo make a break for his room, muttering “I resemble that remark”.
The two females tiptoes down the corridor, until they reached the dining hall.
Distantly thunder growled, and Iolan rubbed her arms as they crossed the long room.
Lianda stuck her head in the serving hatch and asked for beef. After a moment’s consideration, she asked for cooked beef. She wasn’t adverse to eating meat raw, but she suspected Iolan might protest.
Iolan peered into the dark serving hatch.
”How does this work then?” she asked.
”Er, magic rats, actually” Lianda was forced to admit.
They lurked in the shadows for a few minutes, until the scraping of a serving tray drew their attention. Lianda pulled out a platter of beef, steaming and juicy, and two massive bowls of water. Her mouth began to water. Conscientiously, she tore some of the meat free for Iolan, who spared it very little thought before sinking her teeth into it.
Iolan flinched, as Lianda picked up a slab of dripping beef, and tore into it, crunching the bones happily. She looked on in shock and amusement as Lianda tore through the meat, her sharp fangs rending it easily.
Iolan finished her meal, and sucked her fingers, and after drinking her fill, dabbed herself clean with the water from her bowl.
Lianda finished crunching the last leg bone, and dipped her muzzle into her bowl, sucking down great gulps of water. Sitting back, she hiccoughed politely, and sighed.
”It’s better raw you know…” She told Iolan.
Iolan, wiped at her breast with the water from the bowl, and grinned.
”I’ll take your word for it!” she cackled happily. “I’ll take mine cooked”
Lianda ruffled Iolan’s hair affectionately.
”You know, I think Lupilo is quite taken with you!” she told the damp woman.
Iolan blinked. She’d got that impression too. “Er, yeah. Look, I’m not going to try poaching him you know…” she began.
Lianda laughed. “I don’t think you could!” she told Iolan. “Although he might appreciate a little attention, I think he’s well and truly mine!”
Iolan rubbed her chin. “You think he might like a bit of a tumble?” she asked.
”I think he might, actually…” mused Lianda. She hadn’t really thought about it seriously. “…it could be fun!”
Iolan grinned cheekily. “I don’t know, I don’t want to get split in half!”
Lianda smirked. “I didn’t!”
Iolan shrieked with laughter, and then an extremely naughty expression crossed her face.
”If you’re up for it, I know something you can try… It’s called ‘The orchid’s Nectar’…”
”Oh?”
Iolan told Lianda the details
”Oh!”
Iolan grinned, and after a moment’s hesitation, nodded enthusiastically, blushing invisibly. She stuck her head into the serving hatch and ordered a bowl of warm fresh milk and a bowl of honey.
When it arrived, Iolan scooped honey into the warm milk, stirring until it ahd melted. “Ready?” she called.
Lianda nodded, and laid on her back, and shuffled up against the wall, lifting her hips up and bracing herself.
Iolan lifter the huge bowl, hugging it against her chest, and leaned against Linda’s tummy. One handed she pushed her fingers between the lips of Lianda’s pussy, and slowly tipped the warm mix dripping it carefully between Lianda’s lips. Lianda pushed her hand into Lianda, opening her up, and spreading her hand, pulled back, forming a funnel.
Iolan tipped the bowl more, pouring slowly, letting the sweet, frothy white mix gurgle into Lianda’s gaping vagina, bubbles and splashes welling up and dripping in rivulets down over her belly.
When the milk began frothing over, Iolan tipped the bowl back, and Lianda took it in her forepaw, swapping it for the honey.
Iolan scooped some of the honey out, and slipped the gooey handful into Lianda, adding another scoop and the first blob oozed into the by now excited dragon.
Pulling her hand free carefully, Iolan let Linda’s pussy close, and then smeared the last of the honey over her labia.
Lianda and Iolan shared a grin, and Lianda gingerly wriggled away from the wall, keeping her thighs clamped together.
They slowly made their way back to Lupilo’s room, Lianda taking small steps.
Iolan tapped at Lupilo’s door and hissed, “It’s us!”
Lupilo opened the door and ushered them in.
Lianda embraced him and whispered in his ear “I have something special for you!”
Lupilo shot a glance at Iolan, wondering where to put the woman while he received his present, but Lianda licked his jaw and told him: “Iolan would like to give you a little something as well!”
Lupilo’s jaw dropped.
Iolan fingered her nipples slowly, and ran her hand slowly down her belly. She slipped a hand between her legs and pulled her hand back, her middle finger glistening. She licked it slowly and winked.
”Show me what you’ve got, big boy!” She purred, demonstrating that even a cliché can get a new lease of life.
Lupilo looked at Iolan then Lianda, and back to Iolan, not believing the situation, but very much wanting to.
Iolan walked up to him, and stroked his thigh. She ran her hand up him and rubbed his belly, then down to caress his sheath.
Lupilo moaned, and crouched as Iolan rubbed, stroking the soft skin.
Iolan slipped her hand into the opening, and caressed the bulbous glans, which was beginning to protrude.
Iolan motioned for Lupilo to lie on his back, and he lay down, propping his head on cushions to watch.
Iolan stroked his emerging erection, massaging the slippy skin, stroking the rounded cleft of his cock head.
She climbed onto Lupilo’s chest, and kneeling, bent low, to lick and kiss the erection. Bracing herself with one hand, she wriggled her hips, and snaked a hand between her thighs.
Before Lupilo’s eyes, she slid two fingers into her wet pussy, lubricated by Lupilo’s own lubrication.
As she sucked the underside of Lupilo’s erection, lapping at it, she slowly frigged herself, pulling at her pussy, working her fingers in and out. Soon she added a third finger, then a fourth…
Lianda was mesmerised, scarcely noticing that she was fondling her own nipples, until a warm drip on her thigh reminded her that she had her own game to play.
With quick small steps she crossed over to the supine Lupilo, and tensing her muscles, straddled him. She crouched, as his view blocked, he looked up. She pressed his muzzle down between her legs, and Lupilo looked surprised as he smelled the warm honey and milk.
Looking Lianda in the eye, he slowly licked at her swollen pussy, tracing the dripping honey.
Meanwhile, Iolan had managed to get four fingers into her pussy, and was grunting rhythmically as she sucked at the tip of Lupilo’s cock, lapping at the tip, tonguing the salty slippery pre-cum oozing from it.
She slid around, sliding down Lupilo’s shaft, trapping it against his belly, grinding her sloppy wet sex against it’s thick shaft, the wet tip sliding between her breasts, her nipple rock hard and dripping with her milk.
Lupilo was lapping more enthusiastically at Lianda’s dairy filled pussy, teasing the lips, and rubbing at the honey-covered clitoris, Lianda’s thighs now coated with smeared honey.
He probed at her, curling the tip of his tongue, parting her hot sticky flesh, and was surprised to find hot sweetened milk trickling down his tongue!
Gulping, he lapped harder at Lianda, and was rewarded with more milk, which began to trickle heavily from between the dripping thighs of his partner.
Lianda moaned as she felt the body warmed milk trickle, and Lupilo’s rough-soft tongue lashing her as he lapped frantically.
Iolan shuddered as she climaxed, rubbing herself against the hot Dragon meat, and began wriggling her way up Lupilo’s body. She felt confident she was now wet and warmed up enough to attempt to slip the dragon in for a fitting…
Grinning at the slurping and sucking noises audible above Lianda’s keening and moaning, Iolan dragged herself up Lupilo’s shaft, the throbbing of it’s ridges doing wonders for her libido.
Lianda panted and moaned, and began gasping short sharp breaths as the fire on her loins spread and then concentrated in an orgasm, her body shaking, and her pussy contracting, spraying Lupilo with a deluge of sticky milk.
Lupilo panted, and licked milk from his jaws, his toes curling and his eyes slitting as he concentrated on the feeling of Iolan settling herself over the end of his erection.
Lianda pulled herself off of Lupilo and rolled around to watch, still shaking.
Iolan was straddled over Lupilo’s impressive organ, the head directly under her body, pressing into her pussy.
Slowly she rocked forward, lifting her arse, and pushed back.
With a wet squelch, the wide head of Lupilo’s cock slipped slowly into Iolan, who gasped, and rocked, getting used to the wide load.
Unnoticed, the door had eased open. Salisar, drawn by the noise, stood in the doorway, mouth open. She had opened the door, to find Lupilo on his back, the white half dragon straddling him and dripping milk into his mouth, and a strange human enthusiastically masturbating herself on his hard glistening throbbing wet…
Salisar stood transfixed; panting a little, unaware that she was causing a small pool to form on the floor between her back legs.
Iolan rocked backwards and forwards, easing the massive pole of muscle into herself. Her pussy lips stretched dripping with the slippery lube they pushed before them, and she gasped as the padded head moved into her, sliding heavily over the front wall of her inner passage.
In the doorway, Salisar whimpered, her hips rocking slightly in time with Iolan’s movements.
Iolan shifted, the huge erection pressing against her insides, making her whimper and gasp as she inched down the length, until it pressed against her cervix.
Iolan stopped, and began clenching her muscles, shifting barely inches. She yelped with delight as the cock pulsed and hot pre-cum oozed over her cervix, the liquid heat running down her flexing vagina, and squelching as it was pressed between her sucking lips as she rocked up and down her impalement.
She gasped as she neared cumming again, and began rocking herself faster.
Lupilo gasped as his glans was rubbed in such a hot, wet, tight embrace, pulling and tugging at the skin, Copious quantities of clear thick liquid, pumping out of his cock.
Iolan wailed again, as she was shaken by an intense orgasm! She shook and quivered, pressing down hard on the shaft, stretching herself, her muscles spasmed, and sprays of clear watery liquid sprayed between the tight lips and Lupilo’s throbbing cock.
Lupilo gasped, and Iolan felt his shaft throb and pulsate, and threw herself forward, trying to pull herself off of him as the first molten glob of cum flooded into her.
She stopped as the thick rounded head of Lupilo’s cock filled her pussy, stretching the lips as she tried to ease over them.
Iolan laughed as she pulled, Lupilo’s cock throbbing, filling her up, stretching her a little in a novel way. Finally, she pulled free with a plot and a gush of thick white jism, the last spurts of Lupio’s ejaculation spraying over her buttocks and back.
In the corridor, Salisar felt her back legs go weak, the hot ache between her thighs unbearable, her pussy was clenching and relaxing with soft wet slaps.
Lianda looked up as the door burst open and Salisar the Red burst in! Her chest was heaving, and she seemed to be staggering a little as she stormed across the floor.
Iolan slid off Lupilo and rolled across the floor to Lianda, who was scrambling to her feet.
Salisar pinned Lupilo with one ruby foot and looked down at him!
”Screwing your little playthings, Lupilo?” She asked, shifting around to pin him full length under her body. “Well, I hope you didn’t exhaust yourself!”
Lianda and Iolan had been making for the door, but Lianda stopped dead as the other Dragoness started rubbing herself agains Lupilo, trying to arouse him once more.
Lupilo Rolled his eyes, but he was well and truly pinned by the other dragoness!
Lianda screamed “Get away from him, you BITCH!!”.
Salisar paused, and with a savage growl, turned to Lianda.
”I’m going to gut you and crush your liver!” she swore, before turning back to Lupilo, “Don’t go away now…” she said.
Iolan, tapped Lianda’s thigh for attention. “Plan B.” she said.
Lianda blinked.
Iolan cleared her throat as Salisar slowly levered herself to her feet. “When I say ‘Run’, run. RUN!!”
With that, Iolan legged it towards the door. Lianda spun and followed Iolan as she bolted through he door.
”Ick! Ahrg! What have I stepped in” shouted Iolan as they tore down the corridor, pursued by Salisar. Lianda grabbed Iolan and accelerated, her clawed feet scrabbling at the smoothly polished floor.
Salisar came thundering after them, slipping and sliding, unable to get up to maximum speed.
Lupilo staggered out of his room and was almost flattened by Lianda as she sped past, and then a second later as Salisar crashed into the wall next to the door.
Salisar picked herself up and faced the way she’d come, blocking the passage. Lupilo staggered to his feet, but was too just late in shouting a warning, as Lianda came around the corner again.
Lianda was looking over her shoulder trying to spot Salisar, but turned as Iolan and Lupilo shouted! She anchored all on, but unfortunately stepped int the gooey puddle left by Salisar earlier, and skidded out of control… straight between the red Dragon’s legs!
As they passed, Iolan stuck out a hand and goosed Salisar, who jumped, slipped and fell, giving Lianda time to get to her feet once more, dropping Iolan.
Salisar Leapt over and grabbed Iolan with a roar of triumph!
Lianda froze, and Lupilo, who’d been about to throw himself on Salisar also stopped.
Salisar held Iolan with both hands. “This stops now!” Salisar bellowed.
”Run, and I will crush this beast!” she growled.
Iolan cleared her throat. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t she told the Dragoness.
Salisar looked at Iolan with surprise, then sneered and clenched her paws.
Iolan lifted her legs and the jism that Lupilo had deposited sprayed out, splattering over Salisar’s chest and shoulder!
With a cry of disgust and surprise, Salisar dropped Iolan, and Lianda crouched, launching herself with her powerful muscles! She caught Salisar with an almighty crack, her doubled fists snapping the bigger Dragonesses’ jaw shut, and Salisar’s head snapped back.
Salisar staggered a moment, and then slowly collapsed with a floor shaking crash.
Iolan climbed out from under one limp wing.
She looked at the defunct Dragon with an uneven stare. She pivoted on her heel.
”Anyone wants me. Bath. Uh.” She told Lupilo, and staggered down the corridor.
They looked in on Iolan as they dragged Salisar down the hall. Iolan was curled up on her cloak, clean but out of the water, and now, asleep.
Lupilo and Lianda dumped Salisar on the flags of the Landing run, and closed the doors. Lianda felt weary, and she and Lupilo went back to his room to finally sleep.
Time passed.
Iolan woke. The rain was still falling, but softer now. Easing her cramped legs, and wincing at her tenderness, she staggered bow-legged out of the room into the chilly corridor, looking for the toilet. She staggered from door to door until she found the right one.
After a few minutes, she staggered back out. “You could fall through that!” she complained as she pulled the oversized door closed.
As she stood in the hall, wondering if it was left or right to get back, she thought she could hear sobs.
Following the sound around the hall, she came to the outer doors. Pressing her ear to the wood, she listened to the sounds of misery.
”Crap!” Iolan thought, “Red Bitch has beaten up Lianda!”
Feet scrabbling, Iolan managed to pull the door open enough to squeeze through.
She stopped dead. It was Salisar who was sobbing.
The dragon sat, hunched in the wind and rain, head down, howling with unhappiness, the tears rolling from her snout and splashing on the floor.
Salisar snuffled and gasped, as she cried, and as she raised her paw to wipe her eyes, caught sight of Iolan.
Iolan flinched, but the big dragon only began to wail even harder.
Oddly, Iolan started feeling really quite bad.
Salisar wailed something at Iolan, but Iolan couldn’t understand her for the sobbing.
”What?” She shouted, “I can’t hear you! Calm down!” Iolan felt ridiculous telling the giant red Dragon to calm down.
”…guh-gloating…” Iolan managed to pick out, the next time around.
”I’m no here to rub it in!” she shouted, and the Dragon sniffled, big globulous tear still running down her face.
Slowly, Salisar began to calm, and Iolan tried to extract the meaning of this sudden shift in personality.
”All I wanted was a family!” Salisar wailed, “But he didn’t waaaaaaant me!” she cried relapsing into tears.
Iolan gingerly patted Salisar on the haunch and assayed a tentative “There, there”.
”I’ll never find another mate!” snuffled Salisar, “I’ll never have any children!”
”Er, well, I’m sure there’s another strapping, erm, Dragon…” Iolan told her, but Salisar burst into tears again. Eventually she told Iolan that she’d been looking for almost ten years – it would seem Dragons are rarer than most people think.
With a sinking feeling, Iolan told Salisar not to go anywhere…
Iolan eventually found Lupilo’s room. He was sound asleep, the tip of his tongue sticking between his teeth. Lianda, Iolan noticed, slept on her back with her legs in the air.
”Ahhh! How Sweet!” crooned Iolan before kicking them both awake.
”Guys?” she said, “I think we’ve got a problem…”
They stood outside the doors to the Landing Run, listening to Salisar sobbing, while Iolan filled them in.
”Look, she’s all alone, and she hasn’t got a chance of starting a family” She told them, “look, I think she’s desperate…and you guys aren’t really big enough on numbers to turn down a girl who want some little dragon babies…”
Lianda and Lupilo looked at each other. Iolan was making a good case for Salisar…
”Look,” said Iolan, “Let her back in, tell her you’ll put out if she behaves, let her know that Lianda is Wife no. 1…”
A few minutes of arguing later the door opened a crack, and Iolan squeezed through the crack. Salisar looked at her, sniffling.
”Right!” Iolan told her, “You can come back in, but there are some ground rules…by the way, are you housebroken…?”

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