The world went black. His biological shell’s response to his body’s distress. A call to pass out or stop struggling against the basic instinct to descend his male works.

It was the hardest fight he’d ever waged inside himself. Much worse than the urge to evacuate his bladder, which had overtaken him once or twice while his father delivered long speeches at court.

However, that pain had been minor in comparison to this. Almost unbearable for the hours she’d slept. As it turned out, continuing their conversation upon discovering she was once again in heat soon proved too much.

He doubled over in pain.

“Dragon! What’s wrong!” he heard in the darkness.

Footsteps approached. Then came the feel of her hand on his skin. “No, don’t speak to me. Don’t touch me—”

But it was too late. In the next moment, his male works descended, mutinous and insistent.

The female’s soothing hand instantly retracted. But after that, the pain of holding himself inside his scales began to ebb. His muscles unseized, and the ability to open his eyes was soon restored. Yet, the physical pain was replaced with another kind when he saw the color of Female 7-133’s flame. Dark red with an orange strip upon her heart and throat. Horror.

He horrified her. And as they both watched his second penis twitch and writhe, while the first penis once again swelled with the demand to seed, he felt his flame blacken with deep shame.

He thought she might scream and run. The fight or flight instinct within this species was near on par with an animal’s. Just one of the many reasons the Royal Overlord continued to refer to them as “upright primates” in his State of the Mission team reports.

But then she asked, “You were holding that up inside you the whole time we were talking?!” The words appeared inside his head, saturated in what sounded like shock and distress.

“I did not wish to scare you with my need. Or hurt you while you slept. For this reason, I forcibly rescinded my male works.”

“Okay…” she answered after a very long silence. “But…that looks super painful. Why didn’t you just rub one out?”

“Rub one out?”

“You know, masturbate.”

“I have no idea of what you speak.”

“Um…okay…here’s a trick my papa used with Mom when his English was too taxed.”

He understood little of that statement. Before he could ask, however, a sudden image invaded his mind. So powerful, it felt like watching one of the videos the other team members often sent along with their reports. But this particular video featured him. On the polar bear rugs and…his flame flickered with confusion as he watched himself move both hands up and down both rods of his male works.

“Ah…why would I do something of this nature?” he asked.

A strange orange rippled over Female 7-133’s dark yellow flame. “Because from what I hear, it feels really good.”

“I do not understand.”

“Oh, for goodness…I’m sorry, I can’t watch it squirm around like that anymore.”

He started to ask for clarification. But his words were cut short when she reached out and wrapped a hand around the writhing hemipenis. And then his three-chambered heart stopped beating altogether when she began to stroke it up and down. Just as she’d suggested he should do with the image she’d pushed into his mind.

But that image had been perplexing, while her hand upon his male works was…

Unbelievable. Unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Such pleasurable sensations. Despite not having entered her mating slit, he soon felt a pressure inside his second seed sac. And then another biological function gave out.

His heart had stopped pumping, and it would seem his lungs had stopped processing air. He could no longer breathe. Yet, he didn’t care.

In those next few moments, all he knew was her hand. All he could see was the way it slid up and down his formerly writhing length, her thumb occasionally swiping the viscous liquid that had gathered at its tip, and using it as some manner of lubrication.

Soon it became too much, and he found his eyes not closing, but rolling back inside his shell’s sockets, as his second penis erupted, shooting seed across the polar bear fur.

The relief that came as he spurted was once again, indescribable.

Yet…

It wasn’t enough. Even as he was coming, the other penis began to writhe. Demanding a turn.

“Oh God,” the female anomaly breathed, her voice little more than a ragged whisper inside his head. “Mistake…mistake! That was a huge mistake!”

“Don’t run,” he pleaded. Not just because he was desperate to be inside her, but because he truly had no idea how he’d keep himself shelled if she did. A horrific image of him running her down like prey invaded his head.

But she answered, “Not running. Can’t run. Please, I know you were some kind of weird virgin, and I was trying to take it slow. But I’m sorry, my heat won’t let me—can I mount you?”

“What is mount—?”

Before he could finish the question, she was swinging a leg over him. And then…

Sweet mothers. His head fell back because this sensation was even more glorious than the last. The feel of her closed around his first penis, her female sex already milking as her hips rode him hard.

But this was unheard of. Females could not mate males. He’d not even seen this on the hominid vids. Yet, here did it happen, above and around him.

“I’m sorry,” she cried out in his head, even as she brought his hands up to her large breasts. “Seeing you release seed outside of me. I should have known my wolf wouldn’t stand for it. She’s going crazy. Oh, God, oh, God…”

Xenon watched in fascination as she bounced up and down on his male works. Too hard. Because neither he nor she was prepared for what happened next.

Oh, God. What was she doing? Mounting a male, who apparently had never even heard of masturbation, like he was her sex toy. But her wolf moved her hips up and down on his large shaft in a sexual frenzy, screaming at Fensa for giving him a hand job and wasting semen that should have been inside her. She could not reason with it. Could not stop fucking the dragon.

“I’m sorry…” she pushed into his head again, fearing her previous explanation just wasn’t enough to clarify why she’d mounted him like this without permission, and with very little warning.

Mine, mine, mine, should have been mine, her wolf screamed full-on Gollum style inside of her. Give me his seed! Give me a baby!

And Fensa sobbed. Because she was so out of control. Because her heat was splashing out of her as she rode the dragon. Because she didn’t even know if she could breed with a dragon.

For all she knew, this was how she’d die. Here lies, Fensa, the post-apocalyptic grave marker would read. Fucked to death by her wolf.

But then all guilt and worried thoughts cut off when she felt it. Something thick at her ass. What the…she started to wonder, right before she got her answer, precise and hard.

She stopped apologizing on a choked gasp as the second penis plunged into her, pushing her forward as it embedded itself in her ass.

And then came his teeth. Once again, far down on the right side of her neck as if he had some instinct about not risking a direct hit of her jugular.

Fensa screamed. Not because of the invasion from behind, or the pain of his teeth slicing into her neck. But because of the instant orgasm.

It ripped through her without warning or grace. Announcing itself with an explosion, and leaving her little more than trembling jelly. Weak and no longer able to move. Even as her wolf continued to milk the first penis. Still demanding, more, more…

And oh, God, as if hearing her wolf, the dragon began to move underneath, his hands holding her by the thighs. Keeping her spread open as he carefully rotated his hips on an upward stroke, both dicks working her in tandem in two different holes.

But apparently, he couldn’t get off in this position. With a huge heft of his large body, he flipped her onto her back. His powerful hips rolling into her, pinning her to the polar bear furs as he continued to drive both cocks into both holes.

Fensa could only lay there as he fucked her. Only to re-animate with a ragged gasp when he suddenly seeded her with a coarse roar.

That was when Fensa the ragdoll came again with a violent thrash. So. Much. Cum.

It flooded her insides. And then splashed out between them. Making her so sticky and wet, she wasn’t sure both his penises wouldn’t slip out of her in the deluge.

But as if sensing the possibility, the two dicks spiked inside her. And…oh fuck! The pleasure. It bordered on pain to have her G-spot activate just as she was coming down from the second orgasm. Yet her wolf continued to milk that first penis, sending new orgasms trembling through her as the spikes rubbed up and down her vaginal walls.

She was lost. Couldn’t stop the milking, even as it sapped every ounce of energy she had. And, cue her second trip to Pass Out City…