The Perks of Dragon Marriage

Main Pairing: M human x F anthro dragon x Three F kobolds

Main Kinks/TWs: Interspecies, scalie, group sex, master/servant dynamics, virginity loss

For an anonymous requester!~

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Sir Harold awoke atop a massive bed, messy satin sheets and discarded clothes strewn about him. Sunlight poured in through ornate stained-glass windows. Each depicted a great crimson dragon in various scenes, from his towering form presiding over a mountain of gold, to him incinerating an opposing army with blazing breath.

From his understanding, they depicted the exploits of his wife's late father. Dragons weren't typically modest when it came to flaunting their deeds or their wealth.

It was ironic, in a way. Harold had been a prince once -- he'd set off on his own soon after reaching adulthood to escape the pressures and scheming politics of royal life, just to end up marrying into royalty again. Granted, it was still far from what his family must've expected. Harold knew without a shadow of doubt that he was much happier now than he would've been following their wishes.

When the knight shifted, he became keenly aware of a warm, pleasant weight pressing onto his groin... And a luscious softness wrapped around his stiff manhood, risen like the morning sun.

Speaking of his lovely wife...

Harold lifted his head, meeting the citrine-yellow gaze staring right back at him. Two titanic mounds rested atop his lap, easily larger than his head and completely enveloping his member, capped with stiff, dark red nipples. Scales of deep crimson covered most of her voluptuous frame, while the softer scales on her breasts, neck, and stomach were a pale salmon color. Past her shoulders, Harold spied the curve of her massive, wobbling ass and supple hips.

She grinned playfully, flashing rows of sharp draconic teeth at him. Two short brown horns curved around her head, similar to those of a ram. Around her neck was a choker lined with golden studs.

Flaviatyrexus -- The Tyrantsbane, as she had christened herself after deposing her father, who ruled over the duchy with an iron fist.

To those close to her, she was simply called Tyra.

"Good morning, my sweet~" She spoke in the smoothest, sexiest voice to ever grace Harold's ears. Every syllable flowed like velvet, and every word ended on the sultry hiss that only a dragon could pull off. She held her breasts tightly around the human's shaft and squeezed.

"Hhhaa...~" Harold winced in pleasure. His cock twitched and trembled within the confines of Tyra's breasts, helplessly trapped in an embrace of silky soft scales. "A good morning to you as well, my love..."

Tyra giggled. "I couldn't help noticing that your dragonslayer here was very much awake. Impressive, given the thorough ravishing you gave me just last night~" She flicked out her serpentine tongue, dragging it along her teeth in a display of animalistic hunger. "Mmmh... To think that I would've once scoffed at the thought of a mere human being able to satisfy me -- now I can't get enough of you~"

Her praise sent a rush of sexual pride rumbling in his chest, as well as another jolt of blood rushing down south. Reaching out, Harold took greedy handfuls of his wife's breasts and squeezed, sinking his fingers knuckle-deep into soft, pillowy breastflesh. "Given those sounds you were making -- I believe one would be hard-pressed to decide if I was slaying you or laying you, my love~" He chuckled.

"Be proud, for no man makes me roar as you have~" Tyra purred. Squeezing her chest tighter around his mast, she pumped him off at a steadily growing pace, the slap of his waist hitting the underside of her breasts echoing across the chamber. She gazed upon him with such palpable admiration. "Lie back and relax, my darling knight... Let me take care of you...~"

Harold sighed and rested his head back. Silently, he thanked the Gods for whatever fortune had brought him to this point -- waking up not only with the most beautiful woman in the land, but with her breasts lovingly draped across his eager shaft. His hips began to thrust in time with Tyra's pumping. After giving the dragoness's breasts another squeeze, he let go and dug them into the bedsheets, more than content to let his lover take care of the rest.

That was, until the door to their bedchambers creaked open.

"Gooooooood morning, lovebirds!~" A high-pitched, feminine voice chirped.

Three short, scaly figures suddenly shuffled inside, carrying trays of tea, biscuits, butter, and various other breakfast items -- Tyra's retinue of kobold servants. They were all female, and they all donned skimpy outfits that consisted of nothing more than a simple, flowing loincloth, and thin tops that hugged their bountiful chests. Harold remembered asking about their choice of attire at one point, and the girls seemed confused at the thought of wearing anything else.

Harold recognized the sing-song chirping of Trill's voice. She seemed to be the most outgoing of the three girls, always ready to serve her master's every whim at a moment's notice. Her outer scales were a vibrant red similar to Tyra's, but with a tan underbelly. Two long, black horns jutted back from her skull. Her ample hips, rump, and breasts bounced with every step, nearly mirroring Tyra in terms of voluptuousness.

Beside her, Frilee stood with her tail eagerly flicking back and forth. Charcoal-dark scales adorned her diminutive form, contrasted with ruby red eyes and a light tan underbelly. The spines along the sides of her snout and down the middle of her head gave the kobold a more draconic appearance than the others. She also sported two sets of horns that fanned outwards, with numerous bits of jewelry hanging from them. Her body type leaned towards the more slim and slender side, with a smooth tummy and modest tits.

Last but certainly not least, Qurie timidly followed behind the other two kobolds. She was the quietest of the trio by far and only seemed to speak when directly spoken to. Dusty-yellow scales covered her plump and curvy frame. In terms of body type, she was somewhere between Trill and Frilee. Unlike the others, she lacked horns entirely -- instead, Qurie sported frills along the sides of her head that almost resembled ears.

Harold blushed and tried to hide their obvious indecency beneath the sheets. "H-hello! Good morning to you girls! I, ah, think this might not be the best time..."

Tyra, however, merely raised an eyebrow in amusement before pulling the sheets back away. "Ah, sometimes I forget how skiddish humans can be when it comes to such matters. Don't mind them, my sweet. In fact, I would imagine they've been quite eager to catch us like this! I almost felt bad, having them listen to us make love all night without being able to assist...~"

Just when the knight thought he was getting used to draconic traditions, there was always something new to throw him off. Harold figured he shouldn't have been too surprised... He remembered awkwardly turning down Frilee's offers to help him bathe one night. "I see..."

"Yeah! Now that you're married, we belong to both of you!~" Trill giggled happily. Setting down her tray, the excitable little lizard scrambled up onto the bed beside Harold, her emerald eyes wide with interest.

The two other kobold girls followed suit. Frilee smirked and took a seat beside Trill, while Qurie seemed to hesitate for a second, her yellow eyes darting back and forth before she took a seat farther away on the bed.

"I-If the new Duke would like us, of course..." Qurie muttered.

Duke? Right, Tyra was the Duchess of the land, technically making him a Duke. That would take some getting used to.

Tyra, meanwhile, continued massaging Harold's shaft between her tits, entirely unbothered by the three girls crowding around them. "They're right, my sweet," she said. "My servants are always willing and eager to please... Especially when it comes to matters of intimacy. All three are quite skilled in that regard. I expect you not to squander their adoration or their talents... It would be un-dragonly not to indulge. Also, it would hurt their feelings."

A part of Harold that still subscribed to human values of chivalry and strict monogamy protested. What kind of married man would sleep around with his servants, let alone an honorable knight? There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. "But, my love... I belong to you, do I not?"

"Indeed, you do. But they belong to you now, too. You're practically an honorary dragon -- a privilege that few humans can boast. It's not an act of infidelity... It's simply how we do things. Kobolds yearn to please their masters in every manner possible, and it would be cruel not to indulge them," she said, dismissing his concerns with a flippant wave.

Harold's eyes flicked across the trio. This was all so new and strange to him... But his wife had a point. He was the one who decided to marry into draconic royalty. It wasn't his place to defy their customs. Even if one side of him still felt unsure about the situation, another side very much approved of being watched as he throbbed heartily between Tyra's breasts. "I suppose this is what I signed up for. Very well... I will try."

"Yay!" Trill chirped and scooted closer, drawing her hand down his broad chest. "Kehehe... So handsome! Master really found herself a stud!~"

Frilee joined in, too. "And soooooo strong! I bet he could carry all three of us without breaking a sweat!" she said, feeling up his muscular biceps.

Qurie chewed her lip and hesitated for a second, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "H-he's so..." She placed a shaky hand on his chest and slowly drew it down his stomach. "S-so manly...~"

Being fawned over by three gorgeous kobold girls wasn't how Harold expected his morning to start; however, he certainly couldn't complain either. If anything, their attention excited him more as the pressure in his loins bloomed and tightened, his breaths picking up steadily. He was getting close, and the thought of all three girls witnessing his climax brought him closer to that blissful peak. "Gods...!~" Harold grunted.

Tyra grinned. "Ohoho... Getting close, my sweet?~" She teased him, pumping her breasts faster and faster around the human's raging shaft, using his drooling pre-cum to slicken up her titjob. "Gather around, my servants! I want you three to see for yourself just how virile a human can be~"

"Ooh! I wanna see! I wanna see!" Frilee licked her chops.

"Me too!" Trill said.

"G-gosh um... I wanna see too, if that's okay..." Qurie squeaked.

Harold grimaced in pleasure as Tyra picked up the pace, that clap of skin meeting scales ringing out in a harsh rhythm. Sweat beaded his brow while his chest rose and fell with heated breaths. His wife was showing no mercy, and it was clear both from her actions, her words, and the lust-stricken glare in her eyes that she fully intended on making him cum then and there. "... Close!~" Harold warned.

"Do it, my sweet! Let it all out... Give us every last drop of your seed!~" Tyra goaded him on, holding her chest in an almost painfully tight squeeze around him, pumping over and over.

The knight couldn't hold it back a second longer. The pressure coiled and tighted into the base of his cock, white-hot intensity flowing up the shaft until he climaxed with a gutteral moan. His orgasm arrived just as the cocktip poked out from between her breasts, spitting a ribbon of human cum right onto Tyra's neck. Another fat spurt went off and pooled between her breasts, then another, and another!

Spurt after creamy spurt of white stained the dragoness's tits. Tyra cooed in delight, gradually slowing down her strokes to milk every last drop of precious seed from him. "Mmhmm... Such an impressive load, my sweet...~"

"There's so much!~" Trill gaped.

Frilee licked her lips hungrily. "I wonder how it tastes...~"

Qurie just stayed silent, her jaw slack as she watched the debaucherous display.

Harold could do little more than grunt and squirm. It felt like Tyra was milking him dry, his hips jerking and his back arching with every pump coaxed out of him. Rippling pleasure flowed with every throb and spurt, taking him high to the peak of bliss... And then slowly drifting back down to reality as he huffed and panted.

Suddenly, the dragoness sat up and released her chest, letting the kobolds marvel at just how much of a mess Harold had made of her. Rivulets of white contrasted sharply against pale red scales, sticky strands hanging between her breasts as they fell away with a jiggle. "My my... Such a bounty! I'm sure the servants will delight in keeping these balls of yours properly drained...~" Tyra purred and reached between Harold's legs, tenderly massaging his hefty sack.

"Can we taste him? Please please please!~" Trill begged, clasping her hands together and looking up at Tyra with a pleading stare.

Tyra rolled her eyes. "Very well... Put those tongues of yours to work and start licking me clean. Leave not a single scale untouched~" She knelt, putting her cum-splattered chest into easy reach for the girls.

Trill's eyes brightened with excitement, tongue hanging from her maw as she moved in to sample him. The kobold held one of her breasts in both hands and slowly dragged her tongue at the nipple, licking up a strand of Harold's spunk with a low, delighted purr. "Mmmh! He tastes so... Potent!~" She licked her lips, then flashed a grin over at Quira. "Don't be shy, hun! Go on and give it a taste~"

"I-I... Okay, sure...~" Quira stammered. Curiosity and hunger were evident on the yellow kobold's face -- clearly, it was the girl's shyness holding her back rather than any lack of enthusiasm. Crawling over, she pressed her snout into Tyra's titanic chest and slurped up a thick strand of cum, letting the flavor linger on her tongue before swallowing. "Mmh... Mmm!~"

The two kobold girls began to move in tandem, working their thick, dextrous tongues all over and around Tyra's mounds, dutifully sweeping up every last drop with such genuine hunger. Tyra craned her head back and let out a contented sigh, resting her hands on the back of their heads and urging them to continue. "Aaahn... Get used to that taste, girls."

It was one hell of a sight, watching his wife's breasts being meticulously licked clean, and Harold found himself utterly transfixed. He let out a long, shaky breath that he'd been holding longer than he realized. His spent cock twitched in approval, still very much at attention even after unleashing such a hearty load. One last drop of cum squeezed from his cocktip and slowly rolled down the throbbing shaft, pooling onto his crotch.

Frilee zeroed in on that dollop with all the precision of a hunter stalking prey. "Mmh... looks like someone could use a little tonguebath too ~" Getting on all fours, Frilee pounced before the human could do anything.

"W-wait -- Hhhhnn...!~"

An electric spark rocked Harold's cock as Frilee leaned in, dragging her tongue from the very base of his manhood, all the way up to the cocktip, where she flicked her tongue and smacked her lips with a satisfied grin. "Tasty human!~" Frilee giggled.

A part of him desperately wanted her to do that again. His chivalrous side tried to protest -- the thought of being intimate, in any manner, with someone other than his lovely wife still gave the knight some pause. On the other hand, Tyra made it clear as day that the kobolds were his to enjoy.

"Can I suck your cock, Master? Pretty please?~" Frilee asked.

The sheer casualness of that question nearly knocked the wind right out of Harold. He chewed his lip, staring into the kobold's big red puppy-dog stare.

How could he possibly say no to that face?

Harold dug his fingers into the sheets and nodded slowly. "V-very well, Frilee."

"Yay!~" She chirped and clapped her hands in delight, the look on her face switching from pleading to gleeful in an instant. Holding the base of Harold's cock steady, Frilee wetted her lips and dove right in! Hot, wet warmth enveloped the human's flesh as she took him into her maw. She kept her mouth open, locking eyes with him while her long, flexible tongue slid out and swirled all around his length, trapping him in a blanket of undulating, coiling flesh -- only then did she close her lips and start properly suckling.

"Gods...!~" Harold grimaced and jerked into Frilee's mouth. His hand instinctively shot down to her head and grabbed onto one of her horns.

In return, she looked up and shot him a wink, steadily bobbing her head back and forth. "Schlrp... Uhlp... Shlrrk...~"

Meanwhile, Trill and Quira seemed to be all finished licking Tyra's breasts clean, turning their attention towards Frilee.

"Ugh! No fair, Frilee! I wanted to suck him off first!" Trill huffed.

Frilee gave a muffled giggle from around his cock.

"Ahem. Quira, darling?" Tyra said.

"Hm?" She blinked, turning back to the dragoness. "Yes, Mistress? Is everything okay? Did I miss a spot?"

Tyra chuckled and shook her head. "Not at all. However... I do believe there's something you might want to ask of your new Master~"

Quira's eyes shot open. "W-what? You don't mean...?"

"I do, in fact~"

Harold propped himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at the odd exchange.

"But... He's your husband, and surely I'm not worthy of -- "

"Hush. I will be hearing none of it~" The dragoness silenced her with a gentle boop on the nose. "You have served me dutifully for years, Quira. Take it on my word as a dragon, that you are absolutely worthy to have him as your first. You wouldn't question your Mistress's judgement, would you?~"

"Dragons above, of course I wouldn't!"

"Good! No go on and ask him already~" Tyra pushed the kobold towards him.

"Is... Ahh... Is something the matter, Quira?" Harold stammered for a second when Frilee gave his cock an especially strong suck.

It was a good thing kobolds couldn't blush -- otherwise the poor girl's face would've been red as a beet! Quira tapped the ends of her fingers back and forth nervously, her thick tail fidgeting about. "M-Master... Would you... Would you take my virginity?"

Somehow, that threw him off even more than Frilee's request. The thought of taking this shy, sweet, innocent little kobold's first time sent a jolt of arousal rushing up his shaft, his heart skipping a beat. Quira put on an even better begging face than Frilee as she clasped her hands together and bit her lip, eyes flicking between him and the floor.

"Are... Are you sure that's what you want?"

Quira nodded slowly. "I-I can't express how much of an honor it would be, Master. I want this... So, so much...~"

Frilee pulled herself off of Harold's cock and grinned. She left him glistening in a layer of shiny, sticky kobold spit, accentuating every bulging vein across his length. "I got him all warmed up for ya!~"

"I guess it would be... Unchivalrous to deny a fair maiden's request, no?" Harold said with a chuckle. Sitting up on his knees, the knight put his turgid, throbbing tool on display, further drawing their attention as he stretched his arms over his head. "On your back then."

Quira gasped, her ear frills swelling and fanning out in a seemingly involuntary response. She was about to speak when her top suddenly fell away and her sand-yellow breasts bounced into view! Though not nearly as large as Trya's, the kobold's tits were still pleasantly plump and perky, her dark nipples standing stiff at attention. Behind her, Trill giggled mischievously and flashed her claws.

Her hands flinched for a second as if to cover herself. However, Quira instead balled up her fists and nodded, brow furrowing with determination. "Yes, Master!~" she said. No further help was needed as the kobold shuffled out of her loincloth. A soft, puffy slit glistened between her pudgy thighs. Lying on her back, Quira splayed out her legs and flashed him the sexiest, most seductive stare she could muster. "I'm... I'm ready for you, master...~"

"Kehehe... I'm so proud!~" Trill grinned, taking a seat beside her.

"I didn't think she had it in her!~" Frilee nodded.

Harold didn't hesitate as he shuffled over between Quira's spread legs. His hands drifted down to her thighs before grabbing her ankles and maneuvering them so her knees were closer to her shoulders in a rough mating press. Thankfully, Quira didn't show any discomfort. She merely looked up at him with those big, awestruck eyes, reaching out and tracing her claws down his chest. The human's shaft throbbed and twitched in anticipation, hovering mere inches from Quira's entrance.

"S-such a man...~" Quira marveled at him. "Please, Master... Claim me~"

"Dragons above, this is gonna be so hot! Lemme help~" Frilee reached between them, holding the base of Harold's cock and lining it up with Quira's needy slit.

"Thanks...~" Harold grunted at her touch. The heat emanating from Quira's sex was overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, he threw caution to the wind and lurched forth in a tentative first thrust, pressure mounting as his cocktip slipped into the kobold's virgin-tight honeypot.

Quira gasped and squirmed beneath him. "Hhh-hnnnaaa! Oh gosh!~" She squeaked.

"Are you okay?" Harold asked, scooping his hands beneath her shoulders and pressing his forehead to hers. "I can stop, if you can't -- "

"No!" It was the most assertive response he'd ever heard from the kobold. She locked eyes with him, muzzle scrunching in what must've been intensity or some initial discomfort. "Please, Master... Keep going... I can take it~"

With a nod, Harold took a deep breath and pressed forward. A vortex of sucking, squeezing, rippling velvet swallowed his length as it slipped inside inch by inch. Harold gritted his teeth and shuddered. The sheer tightness surprised him -- while Tyra had been a comfortable fit right from the start, he found himself struggling to break through Quira's natural resistance, to the point where he wondered if their bodies were even compatible.

Tyra seemed to sense the human's doubts. With a soft giggle, she scooted behind Harold and placed her hand on his lower back. "Don't worry, my sweet. Kobolds are quite... Adaptable. Her body will adjust to yours with a bit of effort~"

"Mhm!~" Trill chimed in. The red kobold sat back against a stack of pillows, legs lazily spread as she played with her slick cunt. "We're pretty stretchy~"

Harold glanced between them, then back at Quira. When she nodded in approval, he took in a breath and then delivered a sharp thrust, seating himself about halfway-deep into the kobold's squeezing innards.

"Y-yip!~" Quira squealed.

"Fuck... Gods, you're tight...!~"

Tyra raised an eyebrow. "Ohoho... Harold never swears when he's with me!~" The dragoness crossed her arms.

Frilee loomed uncomfortably close to their meeting sexes, marveling at the tight seal of Quira's lips wrapped around his member. "Hehe... Might have some competition to look out for, Master!~"

"W-wha!?" Quira jolted. "Wait, n-no! I'd never do -- Nnnhhaa!~" Her protests were cut off by another battering thrust, knocking the air from her lungs as she yelped.

Inhaling and exhaling steadily, Harold paced himself as he fucked, feeling every thrust sink him just a little deeper inside. Skin met scales in a lurid drumbeat that gradually quickened in pace. Her sodden inner walls slowly but surely yielded. When Harold managed to plunge in nearly down to the hilt, Quira let loose a moan of unmistakable pleasure.

"Oh gosh, I can feel it... T-there's so much of you inside me, master...!~" The kobold whimpered. Her shaking hands found purchase on Harold's flexing back, digging her claws into his skin.

"I know...!~" Harold winced from the sting.

It was just as Tyra promised. Quira's insides melded around him, going from an unbearable vicegrip to a tight, but perfectly manageable pocket of pleasure. Each thrust saw him gliding balls-deep into her sodden depths, his balls thumping against her jiggling rump every time he bottomed out. The kobold's tits, ass, and thighs rippled with force. Her timidness gradually melted away, with Quira letting loose a shameless flurry of gasps and moans.

"You're doing wonderfully, my sweet. I've never heard her moan like that...~" Tyra purred into his ear. "See the adoration in her eyes? Oh, how the poor girl pines for you... All of you. Don't you dare pull out~"

"I wasn't... Rrrgh... Planning on it!" Harold shut his eyes in intensity, opening them to see the hazy, lovestruck look on Quira's face, her tongue lolling out in a panting smile. Beads of sweat trickled down her scales -- his own, Harold realized, as neither kobold nor dragon could sweat. Their starkly different bodies melded into a mass of primal, writhing flesh.

Quira drew her claws down his back, adding to the collage of claw marks that Harold had already earned from his wife. "M-More... Harder... Oh great Dragons above it's so good...!~" She wailed. "Don't stop, Master! I'm... I'm close!~"

Her pleading cries lit a fire in Harold's loins. Gritting his teeth and sucking in the pain from her claws, he tightened his grip on her ankles and pushed them back, nearly folding the kobold in half as he straightened out his back. Wide yellow eyes met his fierce gaze. Without another word, he launched into a percussive volley of stabs, dicking her down into the bed without a shred of mercy.

Mashing flesh and slapping skin filled the bedchambers, along with Quira's constant cries and moans. Harold put all of his attention on her -- the other two kobolds, and even his wife, faded into the background as fucked like a beast in heat, determined to give Quira the climax she deserved!

Luckily, it didn't take long for his efforts to bear fruit.

Quira's orgasm came suddenly and violently -- her back arched high off the bed, eyes rolling back as if possessed, before her body went rigid with undulating waves of ecstasy. Her thighs quivered and her tail spasmed, but what Harold felt most was the sudden, choking tightness of her inner walls clamping down on him again. It felt even tighter than when he'd first penetrated her... Almost like her body was trying to draw out his climax in return.

All of you~

Tyra's words echoed in his head. A new determination welled up in him as his pumps reached a fever pitch, thrusting and humping towards the inevitable finish. He fought furiously against her grip, the friction from each thrust taking him closer and closer to the edge until he couldn't hold back a second longer.

"Nnnhh... FUCK! GODS!~"

Harold plunged in right down to the hilt and erupted inside her. Burning pressure surged from his loins, up his twitching, throbbing shaft, and gushed into Quira's deepest reaches. Pressing his face into her neck, he pumped his kobold full of white-hot human spunk, losing himself in her suckling innards.

Suddenly, he felt something new; Tyra snuck her hand between his legs and palmed his clenching balls, giving them a soft squeeze. "That's it, my sweet... So virile... So red-blooded...~" She cooed.

Harold groaned as her touch coaxed out another fresh volley. Even with how tightly sealed Quira's cunt was around his shaft, he could still feel it overflowing, drooling in a white river down her scales. He came inside her for what felt like minutes until his muscles finally gave out, letting go of the kobold's legs and collapsing atop her.

Quira looked like she was floating somewhere far away. Her eyelids drooped, tongue still hanging from her mouth in a look that would've been comedic in any other circumstance. "Sooooo warm... Master's cum..." She babbled to herself.

"I believe you just gave her a religious experience~" Trya laughed, the soft flutter of her voice bringing Harold out of his post-climax stupor.

Lifting himself, Harold groaned and tugged back, eventually pulling himself free of Quira's creampied pussy. A pearly white stream flowed down her thighs and stained the bedsheets. He inhaled and exhaled with exertion, shuffling back so the three other scaly ladies could admire his handiwork.

"Dragons above..." Trill gaped at the sight, once again ignoring any concept of personal space as she crawled between her legs to get a good look.

"Hey, so... I get to go next, right? Please? Please!?" Frilee pleaded. The dark-scaled kobold laid flat on her back, using the end of her flexible tail to fuck herself.

Trill huffed. "Hey, who said you're next!?"

"I got him ready for Quira! That's gotta be worth something, right?"

Tyra rolled her eyes, arms crossing beneath her titanic breasts. "Girls! There'll be no arguing in the bedroom -- decide amongst yourselves, or neither of you will leave this bedroom satisfied."

"Fiiiiine. Hm... Oh! I have an idea!" Trill's eyes brightened.

"Well, that's new."

"Oh, shut it, Frill." Trill crawled over to her. Without warning, she positioned herself atop the other kobold, chest to chest and face to face.

Harold sat and watched, curious as to what she had in mind. When he realized what position they were getting in, life surged across his shaft once again.

The two kobolds ended up in a sort of over/under position. When Trill lifted her tail, he was treated to the sight of their thick rumps and those two puffy, glistening pussies pressed against each other. Trill flashed him a devilish grin over her shoulder.

"How's this? Now, we can both go next~" She giggled.

Frilee pouted. "I guess this is fine."

"Is that to your liking, my sweet? Remember, you're the master -- if you'd prefer something else, all you need to do is say so." Trya chimed in.

Harold nodded slowly, a stiff throb of approval rocking his manhood. "... I think this will do," he said. Shuffling into position behind them, he straddled Frilee's tail and draped Trill's over his shoulder, grinding his shaft between their slippery cunts and coating himself in their fluids. His raging mast thrusted between the kobolds's soaked labia, brushing against both of their hard clits.

"Hh-hhaa...~" Frilee shuddered, her tail snaking around Harold's thigh.

Trill giggled and ground her hips against Frilee's. "Feels good, huh? I always thought you made the cutest little noises...~" She flicked her tongue against her snout.

"S-shut up!" Frilee covered her face in embarrassment.

Even with the thick haze of lust and sexual tension hanging in the room, Harold couldn't help chuckling at the girls and their bickering. It felt incredible just being trapped between them. He felt the heat of their needy sexes and the way they trembled in anticipation. Slowly, he drew back.

The time for teasing was over.

As for choosing which of those perfect kobold pussies to start with... Harold remembered Frilee's earlier words and decided to oblige her first. He inhaled and lined himself up with her sopping pink folds, then pressed forth, exhaling as he sunk inside of her. It was a tight fit, much like Quira, but not quite to the same intense degree. It only took about half a dozen quick thrusts before the human was comfortably gliding in and out of her depths.

"Dragons above...!~" Frilee gasped. Her back arched, pressing her relatively petite chest against Trill's bountiful mounds. "H-he feels even bigger than he looks!~"

The lurid, rhythmic smack of sex filled the bedchamber once again. Harold dove into her with repeated pumps for another few moments before swapping, sliding out of Frilee's pussy and into Trill's. A delighted gasp and a longing whimper came simultaneously.

The sounds they made brought a proud smile to his lips. Trill's pussy gripped him about as tightly, but texture-wise she felt slightly different -- like his mast was being massaged on dozens of tiny ridges every time he pushed in. It was curious how different three kobolds could feel, as if their physical differences weren't merely external.

"Ooouuh FUCK YEAH!~" Trill swore. She started bucking her hips against Harold's thrusts, further grinding into and making the other kobold whimper beneath her. Licking her lips, she suddenly turned her attention towards Frilee and pinned her to the bed by her shoulders, staring down to her with a lusty, half-lidded glare.

Frilee blinked. "W-what are you -- mmmhf!"

Trill silenced her with a smooch.

Although her eyes shot open in surprise, it took barely a second for Frilee to melt into the oral embrace. She ran her claws down Trill's back and shoulders, leaning into their kiss with muffled moans. Scaly lips and wriggling tongues vied for dominance.

Harold couldn't help himself. He leaned over to get a better view, watching the kiss turn into a deep, steamy makeout session. Nestled balls-deep in Trill's pussy, the knight throbbed powerfully. Needless to say, the sight turned him on fiercely. With a grunt, he pulled out of Trill and slid back into Frilee, loving the way she squealed into the kiss.

The trio went on and on like that. Harold alternated between those two perfect kobold pussies at a steady pace, trying to make sure that neither of them went too long without being stuffed full of throbbing human dick. Weary bedsprings creaked beneath three writhing, mating bodies. Beads of warm sweat rolled down Harold's chest and biceps. His muscles began to ache, but red-blooded instinct wouldn't let him let up for even a second.

He was about to pull out of Frilee when she abruptly broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to Trill's. "W-wait!" She cried. "D-don't stop, please! I'm so close, Master!~" Her hips jerked and spasmed, innards clenching around Harold as her body tried to keep him from escaping.

Rather than protesting, Trill grinned and rocked her hips against hers. "Do it -- I wanna watch her cum on your cock!~"

"Hhha... Very well, ladies...~" Harold swiped back a lock of messy, sweaty hair before launching into a frenetic volley of thrusts.

Meanwhile, Tyra purred and sat behind her husband as he did his dirty work, wrapping her arms around his waist and licking the sweat from his neck. "Such a generous Master! I might've made her work for it..."

With ample encouragement from all sides, Harold gritted his teeth and focused single-mindedly on bringing Frilee to the peak of pleasure. Mixed sweat and juices splashed every time their bodies collided. The lurid sounds and scents spurred him on further, especially as Frilee cried and moaned like a tavern wench. He fought through the familiar pressure brewing in his loins.

After all, it wouldn't be very chivalrous to finish without leaving these lovely ladies satisfied.

Frilee orgasmed with a shrill and shaky scream. She thrashed and writhed in the throes of absolute bliss, and much like Quira, her innards clenched mercilessly, unwilling to let go of the glorious human shaft that had brought her so much pleasure.

Harold growled and powered through it like a true knight. He kept thrusting through her climax, intent on making Frilee ride it out to the fullest -- only when her body went limp did he pull out and give Trill the same treatment, grabbing the kobold's shapely ass and pulling her into each savage lunge.

A delighted cry sang from Trill's lips. "Oouuh right there! Right there, Master!~" She bit down on her lip and tore into the bedsheets with her claws. "Just a little more...!~"

Smack!

Harold slammed his palm against her jiggling rump, plush fat rippling beneath smooth scales from the point of impact. Trill let out a keen that turned into a breathless moan. After squeezing the faint handprint on her ass, he delivered a sharp spank against the other cheek and delighted in the sweet cry that resulted. Her tail stiffened and twitched... And that gave him an idea.

Grabbing near the base of her tail, Harold gave it a firm, but experimental tug.

The result was instantaneous as Trill's muscles went tense and rigid, her cunt rippling around his cock. "Again! Harder!~" She begged.

Harold snorted like a beast and did just that. Giving that tail of hers a much harsher tug, it didn't take long to push Trill off the edge and into her own explosive finish! This time, he was better prepared for the tightness wrapping around him, squeezing him in a deathgrip of sucking velvet.

His muscles ached.

His cock twitched angrily, impatient to finally unleash his third climax that night... But into whom? It would've felt incredible just unloading into Trill's sodden passage, but then that would leave out Frilee.

Decisions, decisions...

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Quira scooting up towards the trio, just watching the lurid display with a peaceful little smile. A trail of his cum still trickled from between her thighs.

Another idea struck him just then. With the pressure in his core turning unbearable, Harold knew he had to make a decision fast -- he landed another few thrusts into Trill's depths before pulling out, dripping in her slick fluids and looking ready to burst.

"W-wuh? Why'd you stop...?" Trill groaned.

Harold sat up on his knees and frantically started jerking himself off towards his climax, panting heavily as he motioned for the three girls to gather around him. "Over here! All of you!" He huffed.

The first real command he'd given them as their new master. If there could be any doubts as to the submissive nature of Tyra's kobold servants, then they were quickly put to rest as all three girls perked up at attention. Trill lifted herself off Frilee, legs trembling as she looked up to him obediently. Frilee and Quira followed suit, sitting at either side of her.

"Ooh! I think Master has a treat for us...~" Quira licked her lips.

"A hot, sticky treat...~" Frilee hummed.

"Make your mark on us, Master!~" Trill said.

The three kobold girls huddled up closely and pressed their faces together, cheek to cheek, then opened wide and stuck out their tongues in preparation. They were ready and eager for their Master's load!

A few more strokes were all it took when presented with such a divine sight. For a moment, all that could be heard was the obscene sound of his hand sliding back and forth across his mast over and over, until the heat in his loins reached a boiling point. Harold grunted and shuffled closer when the moment finally came.

With three pretty faces presented as targets, he aimed at Quira first -- loosing a rope of boiling spunk that draped across her muzzle, making the kobold giggle and scrunch her nose. Another spurt landed right onto her tongue and was happily swallowed down. A third rope struck her cheek.

Hastily, he switched over and aimed at Trill, moving from left to right to make sure all three of them could get their fill. The kobold hummed as thick ropes of cum pelted her scales, splattering her cheeks and chin with a few errant strands drooling to her chest.

Frilee opened wide when it was her turn. Although his last few spurts weren't quite as powerful, Harold still had plenty to give as he painted her dark scales in rich white, grinding his cocktip on her muzzle to milk out every last drop.

The sheer volume even surprised him, given that it was his third in such quick succession!

"Gods, you girls...~" Harold sighed, struggling to stay upright. The burning ache of his muscles finally caught up to him as he stumbled back... Right into the waiting arms of his wife.

Holding him nice and tight, heaving breasts flowing over his shoulders, Trya nuzzled into his sweaty hair and purred. "I hope you're not all spent, Master ...~" she said. "Seeing you perform like that lit quite the fire in my loins~"

Harold tilted his head back, meeting Trya's eyes past the valley of her chest. Then, he turned his attention back to the kobold girls. The three of them were happily sharing the knight's bountiful climax among themselves as they giggled, kissed and nuzzled at each other, trading mouthfuls of his seed on their lips and tongues.

He merely sighed in contentment and leaned into Tyra's soft, silky scales. "In just a moment, my love...~"