It's a bright, sunny morning. Ravyn sleeps soundly curled up in bed with light filtering down onto her through closed curtains. The feather dragon's body, eternally young, still appears eight years old.

The youthful herm's husband has already gotten up today. The adult dragon is wont to be up earlier, and on many days, that involves a surprise breakfast in bed.

Today, it involves a very different surprise.

"Ah, Tony, Gallileo, Come on in, I'll show you right to the bitch of the hour~" a dragon in full nudity welcomes two guests into his home.

The dragon is quite handsome and well-built with a strong frame. His knotted cock hangs out freely and slowly arouses to attention as he thinks about what he's soon to do to a certain young wife of his.

Six paws step through the threshold into the home and follow the husband's footsteps toward the bedroom. The guests number a wolf, quadrupedal but having been completely cordial in arranging today's event and an anthro cat who is more than eager to join the party.

The wolf, Gallileo, is armed with dual penises that both leak pre onto the floor as he trots along. The cat, Tony, has a single barbed shaft that twitches with arousal.

The door bursts open, and Ravyn wakes up with quite the startle.

"A-Alathor?" she greets her husband with audible confusion as he leads the guests into the room.

The visitors surround the bed with their manhoods in full view. The air feels a bit warmer from their presence alone.

"Are these your friends-"

FWUMP SCHLRK GLK

Ravyn is cut off in her question when her husband hops on top of her. In an instant, she's pinned beneath the larger dragon, and he forces her into a deep kiss with more than a little tongue.

Alathor's draconic tongue probes into Ravyn's small, young throat and causes her to choke and gag. The small feather dragon wife struggles to draw breath around the obstruction, and her fate is sealed when he puts his hands firmly around her neck.

The world fades out for the time being, and Ravyn gives in to unconsciousness at the hands of her lover.

SCHLK DRIP

A long string of spit breaks off as Alathor pulls away from the kiss.

"Alright, fellas~ Let's get this gang rape moving, shall we~?"

SCHLAP PLAP PLAT

When Ravyn returns to consciousness, the first thing she notices is the feeling that's prodded her awake. A hard, knotted shaft is pounding her undeveloped pussy at full force while from the other end, her throat is being fucked hard by a spiny shaft.

Even without process of elimination from the glances Ravyn had got at the guests, she'd recognize her husband forcing himself inside of her any day of the week. The cock currently railing her throat quite obviously belongs to the feline guest of theirs, though the bit of tabby fur she can see swinging again and again toward her face is certainly another clue. The barbs are far from comfortable, and already Ravyn can feel sore spots forming in her throat.

PLAP PLAFT SLAP

The second thing the little dragon notices is the bondage holding her wrists and ankles firmly to cold, hard metal. Held spread eagle face-up on a rape rack, she very quickly finds her struggles entirely useless. She may as well remain unconscious for all the ability she has to resist, but she's not lucky enough to have the option of sleeping through this vicious pounding.

"C'mon, you can go harder than that. I bet you haven't even made her bleed yet~" Alathor taunts the cat and challenges him to pick up the pace.

PLAP PLAT PLAP

"Says you! I bet she's enjoying your cock, softie!" Tony smacks the side of Ravyn's head, "This a rape or your honeymoon~?"

The pair lock eyes as they slam into Ravyn from opposite sides. Each movement has furious force behind it and all the swiftness the pair can muster.

Ravyn meanwhile sheds a couple tears from the intensity, the pain, and the violation. The teardrops fall to the ground unacknowledged as the men continue having their way with her.

SPLAP PLAT PLAP

“Just don’t forget this is my bitch, punk. I know damn well how to rape her~” the dragon retorts.

Both of the men are sweating bullets with their passions giving them quite the workout. Their taunts and jabs and challenges begin to slow and are gradually phased out in place of moans the closer they get to reaching climax. They’re spurred on by a mutual desire not to cum first.

Ravyn meanwhile is just struggling to hold herself together. She was never given any warning or safe word. Her maw and throat burn with the damage caused by the barbs that continue to rut into them and scrape their sides.

PLAT PLAP

The thrusts lull slightly as the duo subtly pace themselves in effort to avoid stimulating themselves into an orgasm.

“Go ahead~” Alathor takes a breath mid-sentence, “Cum inside. I know you don’t have the stamina to keep going~”

PLAP PLAP PLAT

“Ah fuck you- I can do this all day!” the taunt spurs the cat on to go harder and faster.

In a dead heat, the pair continue their rape. They speed back up now, not wanting to back down from the other. They vigorously slam into the little dragon with bestial force.

SPLAP PLAT SLAP SPLRRRRRRRT

A few tense moments later, and both have reached their tipping points. They shoot thick, heavy loads deep inside the little dragon from both ends. Ravyn struggles not to choke and gag on the dense load shot down her throat, and from her overflowing pussy, a deluge of spunk sprays out around the knotted cock.

For a moment, the two doms simply stand facing each other with the bound slut between them. 

"Fuck, this bitch's mouth feels good," Tony finally comments as he pulls out and steps away to catch his breath.

"Certainly a nice warmup~" Ravyn's husband responds. 

Tony hops onto the bed to give himself a moment to rest.

SCHLRP GLRP GLRK

Alathor meanwhile pries open his wife's lip to slide his cock inside and clean it off in her maw. Once he's done, he joins his feline compatriot in a brief break.

And for their entertainment, they have Gallileo to thank.

The large wolf prowls close to the bound feather dragon, "Now just look at what we have here~"

He strides up behind Ravyn and puts his front paws up on her chest. His twin, layered shafts strain in open air as he positions himself to line them up with the helpless little dragon's rear end.

SLAP PLAP PLAT

Ravyn cries out in pain as her frail tailhole is double penetrated by the wolf's shafts, all without a drop of lubricant. The wolf grunts as he works to force himself inside. It's abundantly clear how oversized his cocks are for Ravyn.

He grunts and huffs as he stretches out the holes and gets himself into a rhythm. Ravyn meanwhile can only wail in pain. It only serves as encouragement for the wolf, however.

PLAP PLAT SPLAP

He reaches a comfortable speed as his shafts provide Ravyn's asshole with friction burns. Snarls and feral growling fill Ravyn's ears, and a couple drops of saliva drip onto her face from the maw looming above.

After a few gratifying minutes like this, however, the wolf pauses and pulls out.

He then levels his shafts instead with Ravyn's pussy. It's smaller, but already agape from the pounding it'd received prior.

PLAT PAP PLAP

Carrying over his momentum from before, it's easy for the wolf to get right into furhter ravaging the little dragon's cunt. Compared to her entirely unlubricated ass, the way his shafts glide in and out despite the disparity in size is freeing and allows the wolf's violations to become all the more effortless.

Ravyn meanwhile is still sobbing, both from the lingering stinging pain still pounding in her gaping rear and the intense violation of two giant, unfamiliar dicks acquainting themselves with her cervix.

PLAP PLAT SPLAP

Still, it is some small relief not to have her butt actively pounded like that.

Gallileo meanwhile is deeply enjoying himself and making that abundantly clear with the wagging of his tail and the fierceness of his thrusts. His growls have become softer yet still bestial moans, and he almost howls as he breaks into a satisfying rhythm.

PLAT PLAP PLAP

The wolf pauses again when he feels himself start to near orgasm. This time it's a smooth switch; he hesitates none and only gives a brief lull in the intense fucking before ramming into her again. 

He penetrates her with both shafts in one hole each, and the pain in Ravyn's ass returns in full force now complimented by dual violation.

PLAPT PLAP SLAP

The feral grunts and groans as he penetrates Ravyn twice over. His tongue lulls, and he pants harder with each firm motion of his hips.

His claws dig into Ravyn's chest and scratch her as he keeps himself in position with his paws through all the violent movement. They sink in deep and tear the skin in the final few thrusts before...

PLAP PLAP SPLRRRRRRT GUSH

He simultaneously finishes inside both holes. A spray of viscous wolf cum squirts out around his cocks, unable to be contained by the little dragon's insides.

He leans into her and pants heavily, giving her face a tender lick on impulse. There he remains, awash in bliss while the resting pair watch on from the bed, until eventually he's steadied his mind and moves back.

SPLRSH DRIP DRIP DRIP

A wave of white fluid follows his cocks out and splashes onto the floor. The wolf pays it no mind and simply hops onto the bed to curl up and rest.

"Break time?" the adult dragon prompts.

"I'm feelin' break time," Tony replies.

"Sounds- good to me," Gallileo responds between pants.

And with that, Alathor stands. He directs his fellow anthro to take Ravyn off the rack and promptly heads out to the kitchen to grab snacks.

Ravyn is still softly crying as she's carried to the bed by the cat. Tony holds her gently and sits up by the wolf where he's able to rest his canine snout over her lap.

"You're doin' good, tuts," the cat coos her gently.

Gallileo offers a few affectionate licks to her body that seem to help a little.

Ravyn finally chokes out, "I-I just- didn't expect this today-"

"It ain't exactly rape if you're expecting it, is it~?" Tony runs his fingers gently through her feathers, "It's okay, sweet thing, you're just makin' us all feel real good."

In the next moment, Ravyn's husband appears in the doorway with a couple bags of chips, some cans of soda, a bottle of water, a bag of goldfish crackers, and a bowl, all held to his chest to keep it all in one trip.

He promptly dispenses the refreshments. Tony and himself receive a can of soda and a bag of chips each. Gallileo receives the same, though with the accomodation of a bowl for his beverage and his bag of chips opened up for him.

"Now you know how to treat a guest right," Tony comments as he cracks open a can.

SCHLURP SCHLURP SCHLURP

Gallileo simply wags his tail and laps up his drink in silence.

Ravyn meanwhile is given the crackers and water bottle along with a gentle ruffling of her hair and a kiss on the top of the head. Alathor keeps the little feather dragon on his lap while he enjoys his refreshments.

"So, how long is this party lastin'?" Tony asks between sips.

"Oh, I'd say we can go on a good while~" Alathor replies with a grin.

Ravyn's husband drinks in the fear in her eyes, which he then quickly eases with a soft embrace.

"But for now let's give her a little rest."

The wolf finishes his refreshments fairly quickly, and his attention soon turns to Ravyn.

LAP LICK LAP

He licks her face affectionately, and the little dragon can't help but giggle. The wolf's tongue dances over her body, getting a little exploratory as he laps at her.

Alathor gives Ravyn another smooch on the cheek, and even Tony joins in with a tender peck on the back of her head.

"You got a real good little wifey here," Tony comments, prompting Ravyn to gain a slight blush.

"Oh yes, she's such a doll~" Alathor keeps her held closely and gently.

SCHLICK LICK

Gallileo's licks gradually become more intense, and they move slowly downward. Ravyn squirms and giggles a little as her sensitive tummy is tickled by the tactile tongue, and she jolts up a little as the licks continue to ease toward her privates.

Meanwhile, a peck on the cheek from her husband ends with a lick up the side of her cheek. Alathor uses a hand to tilt Ravyn's head to face him, and in the next moment she finds herself with a feral tongue poking between her pussy and cock and the tongue of her husband worming its way into her mouth in a deep kiss.

Ravyn begins to squirm and make muffled complaints, but of course, it's thoroughly expressed through actions alone that what she wants isn't what matters here.

Alathor keeps his lips locked with Ravyn's as he maneuvers her off his lap onto her back on the bed. He leans over her to maintain the forced kiss while leaving her more open to the others.

LAP LICK LICK

The feral wolf's tongue glides up the length of Ravyn's cock, causing the violated dragon to grow involuntarily erect. Gallileo's tongue begins to then wrap around the shaft, and it isn't long before the wolf's maw has entirely engulfed it and begins to slide up and down to stimulate and overwhelm her.

SCHLRRK GRK

At the same time, Ravyn's husband has gradually furthered the intimacy of their kiss. His tongue prods at the back of her throat and soon presses itself into her trachea. The already flustered Ravyn now struggles to breathe through the probing kiss.

Tony meanwhile, ever opportunistic, finds a place to slot in next to Gallileo and helps his eager hands to Ravyn's body. Mostly focusing on her chest area, he gropes and squeezes to his own content. Despite the feather dragon's flat chest and meager size, the cat is fully able to satiate himself for the time with what of her body he can get in his palms.

"Mmghgh! Mphh!" Ravyn makes inaudible protests and tries to squirm away. It's all futile, of course. The three that have taken hold of her don't need to try particularly hard to keep her in place with their combined strength exerted almost passively where they keep their grips on her body.

Alathor has one hand holding Ravyn's head in place and another on her leg. Tony's groping hands also serve to hold her chest down, and any attempt to sit up only pushes her body into the violating squeezes and caresses. Gallileo simply applies some of his weight to her through his paws where he sits with them over her waist and thighs on either side of his working maw.

Together, Ravyn is kept firmly contained by hardly any effort from any member of the rape party.

A few tears well up in the feather dragon's eyes, and she fights for breath in any brief moment she gets the opportunity. A sharp inhale comes each time Alathor eases his tongue just out of her throat and pulls back hardly a centimeter from her maw. He gives just enough for her to remain conscious.

SCHLICK LICK SCHLOP

Meanwhile her cock is fully erect and twitching with unbridled yet unwanted arousal from the canine's constant stimulation.

"I think the bitch likes it," Tony taunts and comments on how hard the little dragon is, "See? It feels real good if you just let us rape ya~"

Ravyn lets out a heavy, muffled whine and makes a few sharp thrashes in rejuvenated effort to get away.

"I think she's trying to say go harder~" the cat purposefully misinterprets.

Amidst all the intense violation, Ravyn grows close to orgasm. Her whimpers and whines grow sharper with the arousal, and the taunting words of the cat make her feel even more disgusting for being so erect at her own rape.

The feelings continue to mount with only one possible release.

SPLRT

She finally goes off in Gallileo's maw with a loud wail somewhere between a cry and a moan. It's loud enough to fill the whole room with the decadent sound of her violation even through Alathor's adventerous tongue.

Her load is only a couple small strings of jizz; a far cry from the massive ejaculations she's taken. Gallileo casually gulps it down and wags his tail in some combination of satisfaction and amusement.

The wolf pulls away and Tony moves lower on her body.

"After all that, I think I could really use a good go at her~" the cat announces, "How about you fellas?"

"Certainly~" replies Gallileo.

Alathor pulls away from his helpless wife and leaves her sputtering and gasping for breath.

"Let's do it, then~"

The adult dragon takes the liberty of positioning the little one for them. He leaves her on her back and turns her aroud to lean her head over the foot of the bed. With that, he stands and mounts her now upside down face before she's even had time to catch her breath.

SPLAP PLAP PLAT

The rhythm of his intent face fucking soon turns into a chorus of hips clapping against the dragon's holes. Gallileo squats over top of Ravyn and stuffs both his cocks into her pussy while Tony spreads his legs apart and picks her flank up a bit to work around the wolf and get himself into the dragon's ass.

"Oh fuuuuck~" Alathor moans and begins to thrust more violently feeling Ravyn's throat close up around his shaft. The intense pain of lubeless anal combined with the cat's barbed cock sends tension through the dragon's entire body, and the resulting increased grip spurs everyone on with unimagineable pleasure.

PLAP PLAT SLAP

"Bitch is tighter than a dress shirt at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Goddamn!" Tony exclaims as he bucks his hips into her. Each motion only intensifies the dragon's agony.

Gallileo lifts his hips and slams them down repeatedly in his position straddling the little slut. The dual penetration stretches out Ravyn's insides to an obscene degree, and the helpless dragon feels as though she's going to be torn open from inside.

The tears welling in Ravyn's wide, blurry eyes form into a stream as the pain grows more intense and the violation more overwhelming. She begins to convulse and sob, and these convulsions quickly give way to anguished wails.

PLAP PLAFT SPLAP

Alathor is amused and only further aroused by the little dragon's cries and the way her shrieks rise and wane with his thrusts. They grow louder when he pulls his hips back and are muffled with a jerky change in pitch each time his pushes his cock back into her maw.

Inspired by her unending cries, Alathor grows swifter in his movements and harder, too. It's an ecstacy not only physical but emotional to break her spirits in this way.

PLAP PLAT PLAFT SPLRRRT

Alathor pumps a heavy load down Ravyn's throat but doesn't even slow. He's too deeply aroused to take even a small break before round two.

Tony and Gallileo meanwhile continue pounding her lower half. The wolf lets out low, guttural moans in his intense satisfaction while his maw dribbles thin strands of drool over Ravyn's neck, salivating in carnal hunger. 

The cat on the other hand is content with simply gripping the little dragon by the legs and buckings his hips inside. His cock scrapes and tears at the soft internal lining of Ravyn's unlubricated colon, and the suffering wrought with each subtle motion of his waist only further arouses him.

"I feel like I could get up and wear you like a condom if your slutty ass didn't have two other guys on ya, you're so damn tight~" Tony comments.

PLAP PLAFT PLAPT SPRRRT SPLRRT

Ravyn's wails only pick up in intensity despite her voice growing hoarse the longer it goes on. It only hurts more and more as the brutish men tear up and stretch out her helpless body yet only thrust harder inside.

Load after load of hot spunk is ejaculated into her in every available hole. She feels each burst of sickly warm fluid force its way into her body's deepest, most private crevices, and she has no way to make it stop.

PLAP PLAP SPLRRRT SCHLRRRK

It's a long while before Gallileo pumps his fifth or sixth load inside and finally pulls his twin cocks out. Having had the least downtime since his last bout with her, he tires first and promptly removes himself from her sex. His cum flows out now that the dragon's cunt is uncorked, and the wolf decides to lay himself over Ravyn's body and rest in place until the others are finished.

"Hey kibble face, your tail's in my face," Tony complains as he gets his last loads in.

Gallileo silently obliges and moves his tail over to the side, though he's so deeply satisfied he can't stop it from thwapping on the bed.

PLAP PLAT PLAP SPLRRT

"Mmm fuck~ Alright, I think I'm... huff.. about out," Alathor finishes again a few minutes after Gallileo's completion.

The larger dragon pulls out, allowing the little one to finally gasp freely for open air and cough up spatters of spunk from her husband.

Ravyn's wails are quieter now, especially as she gasps desperately for breath between each cry, but that's not for her feeling much better. Tony still has his barbed shaft buried inside and isn't quite finished.

SMACK PLAP PLAP SPLRRRT

He slaps Ravyn's left ass cheek as he finally hits the brink of his last orgasm.

He lets out a trailing, contented sigh as he at last gets his final load pumped into her and is satiated. After a moment to bask in the afterglow, he pulls out like the others, though a crimson red fluid is mixed with the cum that flows out of the hole he'd occupied.

The group gradually drop their brutish demeanors as they give in to the lapse in energy. The three doms all pant and catch their breath together, and after a moment they disperse a bit to give Ravyn some space.

The dragon is helped up into a sitting position by Alathor's gentle touch.

"You've been very good, sweetheart," he runs his fingers gently through her feathers as he takes his seat next to her, "Thank you for this."

Ravyn is still sobbing. She's far from recovered from the intense pounding, physically and mentally.

To aid his anguished lover, Alathor holds her gently in his arms and coos her softly as he grants her his affections.

"Hell of a way to spend a weekend," Tony lounges further up on the bed with one leg angled up and the other laying straight, "but I sure ain't complaining."

"It's been a refreshing experience for sure," Gallileo replies.

"You always talk like a dweeb," the cat heckles.

"I could be ruder, but it's in my graces to be more polite than a furball like you deserves," the wolf responds before both end up laughing.

"So how's the kids?" Tony asks, "Your pups still doin' good?"

"Oh yes, they're doing great," responds the wolf, "Gracie is gonna be in sixth grade next month. Crazy how time flies these days."

"Yeah..." Tony glances down toward the foot of the bed where gentle cuddles have gotten Ravyn into a fragile but no longer actively distressed state.

"How long do you think he's gonna coddle 'em before we get another go?" the cat asks, in a hushed voice so as not to have Ravyn overhear.

"Is that your concern right now?" Gallileo prompts, "Here I feel like I've just run a marathon in the Sahara."

"Oh don't get me wrong, I feel like if I tried to walk home like this I'd collapse before I got two feet," Tony replies, "But I hear that little fella has somethin' for what ails us once we got ourselves ready for another go."

"What might that be?"

"Well, I'll give ya a hint: we're all mammals here," the cat replies, "Wait actually are dragons- 'e's got feathers... I dunno but the kid's mammaries work and they work wonders."

Gallileo simply nods.

Alathor meanwhile has finished leaning over and talking to Ravyn, and a final pat on the back before turning to the other two seems to indicate the rest coming to a close.

"You lot ready for a third round~?" he asks.

Before they say anything, he has Ravyn on her back and pulls her up between the pair.

Alathor rubs a hand over the dragon's flat chest and flicks Ravyn's nipples a bit with his fingers, "Go ahead and take a sip~"

"Don't gotta tell me twice~" Tony leans over and puts his maw to the dragon's nip.

He suckles warm fluid from it, and as soon as the first drop hits his tongue, he feels revitalized like he's never felt before. His eyebrows raise a bit at the empowering sensation, and though he's already found himself growing erect once more, he opts to get a few more gulps in while he can.

Gallileo promptly leans his head in to join the cat. He takes Ravyn's other nipple, though the pair are a bit close for comfort with how small the dragon they drink from is.

Immediately, his ravenous, bestial instincts rise from the ashes of exhaustion, and he finds himself wanting nothing more than another round with Ravyn's frail, helpless form.

GULP ULP GULP

After a few moments, they finish and back away. 

Alathor is next up. He straddles his helpless wife before craning down his neck for a drink. He only sips for a moment before moving away, freshly energized. With Ravyn always at his beck and call, he feels no need to indulge in an excess of her milk at the moment.

GRWWWWWLLL

"If you'll excuse me a moment before we get into it, gentlemen," Alathor moves to the foot of the bed and leans forward to grab hold of Ravyn's ankle, "I need to use the restroom~"

The dragon drags her off the bed and places her into a kneeling position on the floor. 

Ravyn makes a brief attempt to shy away, but her husband, undiscouraged, retrieves a bit of rope off the rape rack she'd been on before. It takes only a couple moments of swift, practiced motions of Alathor's hands to have Ravyn held firmly in place on her knees with her arms behind her back.

Now, Alathor tilts her head upward with one firm hand, and he promptly squats over top of her with his anus prodding her maw. Applying a bit of his body weight forces the little feather dragon's maw open and Alathor's rear inside.

PFFFFRRRRR FBLRRRFFFFT BLRRRT FAP PAP

Without a moment's hesitation, he begins to unload directly down her gullet. A dense, heavy log deep throats her, and a mushier mass forcing its way in on top leaves her with no choice but to swallow.

A bit of runny, foul slop pours out the sides of her maw and plops into her lap.

The dragon who's made her into his personal latrine meanwhile grips his straining shaft. He pleasures himself to the feeling of dumping logs into his helpless lover's throat, though a few strokes in he moves his hand to aim his cock downward.

BLRRRRFFFFT FBLRRBPTFFT SLOP FSHSHSSHHHHHSHHHHHH TRICKLE FAP FAP FAP

With a decadent sigh of mingled pleasure and release, Alathor sprays a stream of hot urine down Ravyn's front, which pools in her lap and tints her feathers yellow before trickling futher to pool around her on the floor.

All the while, more and more rancid mud vacates his bowels and makes its new home in Ravyn's stomach. She grows slightly bloated from all the filth.

FFSHHHSHHHHSHHHHSSHHHHHHH TRICKLE DRIP FBLRRBRRPLRT BLORPFFT FAP PLAT PAP

The last of the horrid mass snakes out of Alathor's rear in a couple dense turds. Ravyn gags and sputters as she's forced to gulp it down, and she struggles to sob without choking on the mess. Tears form in her agonized stare, and salty drops drip slowly down the sides of her face.

Her chest, belly, and lap meanwhile are thoroughly saturated in a sickly yellow hue. The warm fluid runs down her front in an uncomfortable torrent until her husband's bladder finally empties.

FAP FAP SPLRRRRT

And just as the mess finishes, it's all topped off with a cum shot down her front that mixes in with the pooling, trickling piss.

The husband briefly rubs his tailhole over Ravyn's tongue to wipe himself before standing, stretching, and untying her.

"Yeeesh, you sure made a mess," Tony comments, pinching his nose, though he doesn't hide his clear erection.

Gallileo isn't one to hold any such reservations. He stands and hops from the bed without a word.

Ravyn struggles to her feet and staggers away from the pool on the floor. Her feathers are still stained and damp, and she feels profoundly sick and disgusted. Before she can seek any reprieve, however, the feral wolf is upon her.

PLAP PLAT PLAP

Gallileo pushes her over the side of the bed and mounts her without hesitation. He grabs her arm in his maw like a chew toy and sinks his teeth in deep. As he forces himself in both holes simultaneously, the same full body motion thrusting his dual cocks inside of her jerks and tears at her arm, leaving gashes and bite marks where his jaws cling tight.

PAP PLAP PLAT

Not even having caught her breath from the waste forced down her throat, Ravyn now finds the air forced again from her lungs as she involuntarily screams and howls in overwhelming pain. Gallileo meanwhile does not relent and only continues to satisfy himself with her body.

Settling himself comfortably on the bed, Alathor reaches down to pleasure himself. Tony, meanwhile, scoots forward toward the action.

The cat shifts his weight around and positions his hips where the little dragon is held. He moves his cock down to point it at her maw.

"Alright, slut, open wide fer me," the cat demands, "and don't miss a drop or you'll regret it~"

Ravyn sniffles and whines and winces, still suffering at the whim of Gallileo's sharp teeth and unlubricated cocks. Eventually, however, she reluctantly obliges. Tony hooks his finger under her upper jaw to hold her somewhat steady.

FSSHHSHHHHSHHHHHHHHHSHHHHH PAT PLAP PLAT

The feline releases and unloads the contents of his bladder into Ravyn's maw. The stream patters against the back of her throat, and despite gags and stiffled cries, the dragon slowly swallows it down one gulp at a time.

The wolf meanwhile is thoroughly enjoying himself as he rapes and tortures the helpless girl. He's gotten well used to using her as a breeding mount over the course of the day, but he's far from finished.

FFFSHSHSHHHHSHHHHHH FAP PAP PLAP PLAT

As he voids the last of his bladder's content, Tony begins stroking his barbed cock gently. He doesn't move his tip from where it's pointed into Ravyn's maw once he's finished pissing down her gullet.

Gallileo grunts around his mouthful of Ravyn's arm. The sharp, metallic taste of blood fills him with adrenaline and entices him to move faster, harder. Some part of him that he barely resists tells him to take her whole arm off.

So lost in brutal, feral pleasure, it's not long before Gallileo comes close to orgasm. Tony, though certainly more relaxed, is only a bit behind in his casual fap.

PLAP PLAT PLAP PLAP SPLRRRRT

The wolf moves harder, faster, continually picking up speed with his vicious assault of Ravyn's undersized holes until it all culminates in an intense climax. He chomps down so hard on the little dragon's arm that for a moment she fears he may snap it in two, then finally with a little more bucking and huffing, he comes to a stop.

Tony blows his own load not long after while Gallileo is still panting over Ravyn's back. It's just another taste of bodily fluids for the helpless dragon. 

"Quite the show~" Alathor comments as he wads up a partially cum-soaked tissue.

"Pervert," Tony replies sarcastically, to which the other two have a good laugh.

Gallileo finally releases Ravyn's arm, which is drenched in blood and seems only able to twitch where it lands on her back.

"Might've gone a bit hard with her," Gallileo comments with an undertone of concern.

Alathor reaches under the bed and returns with a first aid kid, which he rumages through for some bandages. 

"I'll take care of her," he responds calmly as the wolf steps away.

He applies some anti-biotic to the torn up arm before slowly wrapping a layer of bandages around it, "Food and water is in the fridge if you two want anything. Help yourselves while I'm at this."

"Sounds good to me," Tony hops up, "I could use a drink. Need to refill the tank, if ya know what I mean. Ey, Sparky, what do you want?"

Gallileo scoffs at the mocking nickname but follows Tony out all the same, "I'll have to see first."

For the moment, Alathor is left alone with the sniffling little dragon. She cries for the pain in her arm and the waste soaking her front and the heavy, foul, sickening weight bloating her belly.

"Shhhhh," the dragon coos as he finishes the bandaging. They already grow a bit visibly red from the outside, but the mild soaking soon stops. Healing fully will take a bit of time, but it's ready to start now.

"You're okay, love, you're okay," Alathor sits her up gently on the bed, "Give me one second."

He moves to the bathroom, where he wastes no time soaking a hand towel with warm water. With haste, he returns to the bedroom, and he uses it to gently wipe down Ravyn's front.

"There you go," he wipes the worst of the waste away with one tender swipe after another until only faint stains remain, "Think that'll do until we can get you showered up when we're finished?"

Ravyn is still sniffling, but after a moment she gives a nod.

"Very good~ I love you, Ravyn."

She's only able to mumble in response, but Alathor accepts it and moves then to wipe off the wet portion of the bed where she'd been leaned over. Properly washing the sheets, however, can wait for later.

"Mkay, I'll be right back with some snacks for you," Alathor heads out of the room once more, leaving Ravyn to collect herself alone.

He passes his two friends on his way to the kitchen and arrives at the pantry where he collects some cheese and crackers for Ravyn. That and a water bottle will do for now.

Ravyn is still visibly uncomfortable when Alathor returns. She sniffles a bit less, but still hasn't quite recovered. The pair sat behind her on the bed enjoying their refreshments aren't entirely sure how to feel, though there's definitely some pity in their gazes.

"Here you go, love," Alathor bestows the food and drink upon Ravyn, who accepts it with a nod, "Some solid food and water should help you feel a little better."

Ravyn slowly begins to dig into the snacks. Alathor meanwhile takes his seat beside her and places a reasuring hand on her shoulder.

A peaceful calm falls over the group as they snack and recoup. Alathor rests, content with providing the best care he can for his wife in this moment of downtime. Ravyn slowly eases the queasiness she feels with fresh, clean water. The other two just have some snacks and idly chat in the meantime.

It'll be only a short while before things pick back up for the latter half of their fun.