A Much-Needed Holiday

“Yo, Spyro! Great call, suggesting we come to Dragon Shores to unwind. I haven’t come here in years!” Hunter exclaimed, propping one leg up over the other. The cheetah warrior leaned back in his beach chair, casually flaunting his slender, athletic form as he got comfortable for an afternoon of soaking up some of sun’s warm rays. Spreading his legs wide, the cheetah was clothed in naught but a pair of dark sunglasses. Hunter had never been one for modesty, and today he was more than happy to show his pride and joy to any interested onlookers.

“Absolutely,” Spyro agreed. “I couldn’t think of a better way to relax after defeating the Sorceress. This is exactly what we both need about now.” Settling down for a few hours of nude sunbathing with the best company a dragon could ask for, Spyro slipped on his own shades. He stretched back in his chair, thick muscles rippling and contorting impressively from the motion as he let out a soft groan of contentment. Truly, this was the life.

The muscular dragon had just closed his eyes when Hunter interjected, “Say, Spyro, you see that kobold over there?” The cheetah nodded to where some other beachgoers were playing volleyball. Sitting up and squinting through his sunglasses, Spyro soon caught sight of the kobold that Hunter was referring to: a black-and-tan-scaled fellow, perhaps about four feet tall. “Yeah, what about him?” he asked.

“He’s totally into you, dude. He keeps looking our way and he’s totally eating you up! I bet you could get him over here if you wanted,” Hunter suggested with a wry grin. “That’d be a way to really celebrate, huh?”

Spyro couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head a little – it was typical of Hunter to think with his dick like this. But as the dragon gazed on, he could certainly see why his cheetah companion had thought the kobold was interested. While playing volleyball, the little guy kept glancing over at the relaxing heroes, his attention lingering particularly on Spyro. As the purple dragon made occasional glances towards the volleyball players, he eventually caught the little guy staring directly at him! The poor thing was so flustered when Spyro caught his gaze, his cheeks flushed bright red! He actually jumped in surprise, missing an easy return on the ball.

At that point, Spyro decided to take matters a step further. Beckoning the kobold over, it was only a matter of seconds until the stranger was sheepishly trotting closer to where Spyro and Hunter had set up their beach chairs.

“Uh, hey there,” the kobold said, desperately trying to keep his eyes above Spyro’s neck as he shifted uncomfortably. The little kobold self-consciously scratched at the frills behind his horns.

“Dude, we know you’re totally int—” Hunter began, only to be silenced by Spyro.

“Shush, Hunter. What’s your name, little one?” Spyro asked the stranger.

“I’m Alex,” the kobold replied. “Are… you two really Spyro and Hunter?” he asked quickly, evidently recognising the duo.

“The one and only,” Spyro confirmed while Hunter agreed with an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

“As Hunter was starting to say, we couldn’t help but notice you kept looking our way,” Spyro explained with a grin. “Did you… see something you like, Alex?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to push the timid male too quickly.

Alex couldn’t believe his ears! Spyro, his hero, was actually flirting with him! Not only was the hunky purple dragon even more handsome in person than he could have imagined, but Spyro actually seemed interested in him.

“Well, um…” Alex gulped, finally permitting himself to glance down towards the dragon’s crotch. “Actually, I see a lot that I like,” he clarified, eyeing Spyro’s hefty orange balls and that enticingly plump sheath of his. The kobold’s blush, which had receded to a gentle pink tinge intensified once more as he glanced over to Hunter’s semi-hard, barbed member and added: “On both of you, actually…”

“Why don’t you take the first round with him, Spyro?” Hunter suggested, ever the direct one. One paw reached down to cup his furred sac while the other began to tug and stroke at his lengthening shaft. “I’ll stuff him after you do.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Spyro agreed. Hidden by his sunglasses, his eyes were roving up and down the kobold’s slim, toned body. His pink cock tip had begun to emerge from his sheath and his tail was gently swaying in anticipation behind his chair.

“Though the important question,” the dragon added, “is what our guest thinks of the idea. How do you feel about that, Alex?”

Alex’s shaft answered more clearly than words ever could. The kobold’s member had already emerged mostly from his sheath, pink tip bobbing proudly as he looked between the two large studs. The idea was so enticing, he already felt the tell-tale sensation of his knot beginning to swell against his sheath; it wouldn’t be long at all until it was threatening to escape!

“That sounds fantastic,” he agreed. The situation almost didn’t feel real to him as he took a hesitant half-step forward.

With all the confirmation he needed, Spyro lifted the kobold up under both arms. He sat Alex down in his lap as the kobold obediently lifted his tail, curling it loosely about Spyro’s neck.

It wasn’t long until Alex felt Spyro’s swollen tip pressing against his rear entrance. Evidently, Spyro got quite leaky when excited – in no time at all, the kobold’s hole was thoroughly prepped with the dragon’s natural lubrication, and he felt the dragon resting both hands on his waist as he began to press his broad tip in.

Alex let out a soft moan. He was in heaven, being fucked by his hero. Spyro’s large, clawed hands felt like they could nearly encircle his entire waist, and he was more than happy to let the big dragon take control as he felt himself stretching wider and wider for Spyro’s thick shaft. As he relaxed to accommodate the increasing girth of Spyro’s member and Spyro began to thrust into him, Alex’s initial moan was followed by a louder one. Allowing himself to be taken by the big, purple-scaled male, the kobold’s shiny black knot easily slipped free from his sheath, swelling to its full size with only a few beats of his heart.

Watching his friend stretch the kobold on his thick shaft, Hunter was boasting a rock-hard, drooling erection of his own. Alex was taking it like a pro, and judging from Spyro’s own lustful pants and grunts, it felt fantastic for the dragon as well. Teasing the sensitive barbs on his own cock, he lifted his glasses to get a better view of the action. Lifting and lowering the kobold, bucking his hips with each thrust, Spyro had managed to sink his shaft into Alex, all the way up to his fist-sized knot!

“Want me to knot you, little guy?” Spyro growled out as he teasingly pushed the impressively thick swell of his engorged knot against Alex’s hole.

“Please, I’d love it,” Alex admitted, stroking his shaft. Spyro was pushing so hard on his prostate, pounding it hard with each thrust. He was certain he was going to blow before long.

“Do you mind waiting a bit, Hunter? If I knot him, it may be a while ‘til I can pull out,” Spyro asked. From his expression, the dragon was clearly ready to push it in, but he wanted his friend’s assent first.

“Go for it, dude. I expect we’ll be here a looong time. Might even take him back to our room afterwards,” Hunter suggested with a wink.

As Spyro continued lowering Alex down on his shaft, over and over, he began to push his cock in more firmly with each thrust, threatening to sink his knot in each time. The pressure mounted higher and higher, until finally, he felt Alex’s hole beginning to yield for him. Sinking the kobold lower, that large knot slipped in all at once.

The sensation of being stretched so wide, being filled so thoroughly by his hero, pushed Alex over the edge as ropes of white-hot cum spurted from his rhythmically-jerking member. Through the haze of his own orgasm, he was dimly aware of the sensation of Spyro gripping his waist tighter, sharp claws poking at his scales as the dragon roared in bliss, his balls pumping out his own virile release deep into the kobold’s guts. For seconds after Alex’s own orgasm ended, he felt Spyro’s cock continuing to buck and throb inside him, filling him with an impressive amount of jizz, so much that a few rivulets even began to leak out even around the dragon’s knot, dripping down over his balls and onto the beach chair.

Collapsing back against Spyro’s chest, Alex glanced over to Hunter, whose chest was covered in his own thick release. “Fuck… After that, I’m definitely taking you up on that offer to spend the night,” the kobold declared with a smirk.