Racer's Roulette

Typhoon nodded his head. Even with the both of them keeping still, the feeling was exquisitely intimate. Looking down, he could see his right penis bumping up against the scales of Gripen's underbelly, acting as a visual indicator for just how far its twin was buried inside Gripen. "That's so... That's great! You're so...wet and rubby, but warm too! Warm and amazing," Typhoon exclaimed.

Gripen grinned and laughed, and that one image was one that Typhoon knew he could never forget. Gripen was thin to the point of being skinny, with the outline of her ribcage faintly visible under the scales on her chest, yet to Typhoon she looked simply beautiful. Her face, her smile, her neck, her chest, her wings, her scales, her everything—everything that was Gripen, he found beautiful.

Now they were mating, and that was probably the most intimate experience they could share together. The two of them were linked at the hips and fulfilling a basic primal purpose—at that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

Gripen was so close now that he could smell her. Her scent was familiar, and yet now there was another scent faintly layered over her normal smell—her heat pheromones added a musky, sharp odour and Typhoon wasn't quite sure how to describe it, but he found it alluring and arousing. There was absolutely no doubt about it now—Gripen was an adult dragoness, and her body was broadcasting that she was fertile and ready to make an egg. And as an adult drake, his own body was very ready to help her with that goal.

Neither of them said anything. There wasn't really anything else left to say—action spoke for itself. Gripen slowly started to move. She straightened her hindlegs to lift herself off Typhoon's hips until only the tip of his left erection was still penetrating inside her, and then she reversed course and lowered herself back down. Up and down, up and down, she soon started to get a hang of the rhythm.

"I like this! It's actually kinda tiring on my knees, but it feels great," Gripen said after a while. She changed her movement slightly, so that she wasn't really lifting herself up and down over Typhoon, but instead rocking forward and back.

Typhoon started to move as well, bucking his hips to thrust into her and accentuate their motions. It felt fantastic, and what he was doing felt like the more natural thing in the world. His erection went in and out of her, and always there was that deeply pleasurable feeling of flesh sliding against flesh. Every time he pulled out there was the imminent promise that he could push back in and once again feel that wonderful sensation of being enveloped in warmth.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?" Gripen murmured playfully, but Typhoon didn't stop.

"I don't want to rest. Mating with you feels too good."

"Mm, hmm," Gripen agreed. But then after about a minute of steady thrusting, she accidentally lifted her hips too far upwards. Typhoon's erection slipped out of her slit, though it remained pointing upright along with its twin, which didn't have a condom. Reaching a paw down, Gripen grabbed his left penis to help get things aligned again, but then she paused for a moment. "Uh...I wonder if..." Instead of just holding one, she grabbed both of Typhoon's penises and held them together before trying to lower her hips down again.

"Are you...trying to do both?" Typhoon asked.

"Yep. Let me just try... Maybe if I take it really slow and try to relax?" Gripen kept moving about, trying to fit both of Typhoon's penises in at once, but despite any amount of pushing it simply didn't happen. "Oww. Ok... That didn't work. I'm not as stretchy as I thought. New plan—one penis, one hole."

Typhoon was slightly taken aback. "Seriously?"

Gripen paused for a second, then she chuckled. "Haha, not like that! My butthole is strictly for poop. Strictly. I meant something like this." Gripen lowered herself down and guided Typhoon's left erection into her vagina, then she took the semen collector and slid it over his right penis. This was slightly awkward because Typhoon's penises were side by side, whereas Gripen couldn't hold the semen collector right against her underbelly and beside her slit, as her hindlegs would get in the way.

Regardless, that minor setback didn't stop things. "Haaah... ahhh..." Typhoon let out another panting moan as Gripen started to move again, sliding up and down and stimulating both his erections at once. The doubled stimulation was incredibly intense, and so overwhelming that he couldn't even stand to thrust his hips anymore. He just had to keep still and try to avoid squirming as Gripen rode him hard and fast.

Gripen's forepaw was resting lightly on his chest, but that minor point of contact seemed extraordinarily intimate—Typhoon used his paws to hold her paw, but the bandages on his chest and paws prevented him from feeling her scales directly against his. In a similar manner, the condom formed a latex barrier directly between their genitals—that was its intended purpose, of course, but it must have dampened the sensation to some extent. Typhoon found himself wishing that he could feel what Gripen felt like without the condom, though of course that would be foolishly risky.

Apparently he wasn't the only one having such thoughts. "Hey, Typhoon? I've got a really bad idea. Are you going to cum soon?" Gripen asked. She was also breathing heavily, and had a pleasured smile on her face.

Typhoon wasn't actually sure about her question. The doubled up sensations of having both his penises forced to remain erect and endure stimulation made it hard to accurately guess how close he was to an orgasm, and from which side it would happen first. "Uh... uh... Soon but not too soon. Like within a few minutes, but not within a few seconds. I think."

"Ok good. Remember what you said earlier about gambling? Let's play a game." Gripen pulled the semen collector off Typhoon's right penis and dropped it on the bed. Then she lifted herself off Typhoon's left penis (which had a condom), swapped it for his right penis (which didn't), and sat back down again.

Typhoon's mouth formed an O and he gasped. Mating had felt good with a condom, but without was a clear upgrade. That feeling of raw, sensitive flesh sliding against sensitive flesh was amplified without a barrier between them. He could actually feel Gripen. Her vagina was delightfully warm and perfectly snug as it wrapped around his penis, with her muscles clenching down and squeezing him in an unspeakably intimate way. That wet, slickness of her insides felt perfect against his erection—there was just enough wetness to be incredibly stimulating, but without being too wet and eliminating that sliding, rubbing friction.

The pleasure was insane. Typhoon groaned, and he used his paws to hold Gripen's hips as she rode him. What they were doing was crazy—it was also crazily good, but still crazy. "Ahhh... Grrahhh... Gripen! That's the wrong cock...I'm not wearing a condom on that one."

Gripen grinned, and there was a wild passion in her eyes. "Yeah I know. That's the point. Nggh, that feels amazing—it just hits all the right spots..."

"Oh... Oh, you should be careful, but ohh!" Typhoon groaned every time Gripen rolled her hips over him. His erections both felt like they were at absolute maximum—with blood trapped in them by the cock rings, and just from the sheer sensuality of his first proper mating. Yet the only stimulation his left penis received was from Gripen's paw, as she held it out of the way so it wouldn't bump against her underbelly. In stark comparison, his right penis received bliss—Typhoon could feel Gripen's muscles wrapping snugly around his delicate flesh with each thrust, unhindered by any sort of protection.

She didn't go easy on him—with every thrust Gripen pushed all the way down, sliding Typhoon's right penis deep into her genital slit. Despite the tight snugness of her muscles, there was only the slightest resistance as his uninflated knot slipped into her when every stroke reached maximum amplitude. It felt wonderful to be fully inside her, but too wonderful—with Gripen being the one supplying most of their motion, Typhoon felt like control over his pleasure had been surrendered away to her. Tingly warmth was building up deep inside his underbelly, in the base where his penises both reached his genital slit. Dancing on the edge of orgasm, Typhoon was terrified that he would accidentally slip over that edge—his knot would swell up, and then it would be all over in an instant.

"You're...you're in heat!" he exclaimed, trying to remind Gripen of her responsibilities.

Instead of caution, what he got was a mischievous smile from her. "Yep, and it feels good."

"But this is...this is so risky! If I cum inside you, you'll lay an egg!"

"Then don't cum inside me," Gripen replied. "Are you getting close already?"

Typhoon nodded. "Yes, I'm close. You need to...pull off and put a condom on both my cocks, or we're risking it." And yet despite that worry, it felt so good he just wanted to keep going for a few more strokes. Just a few more—just a bit more pleasure, a bit more satisfaction, and then they would switch to being responsible.

"Are you that close? Really about to cum? Careful now, you don't want to make a mess inside me." Gripen leaned forwards so that her chest was touching Typhoon's. She gently licked the side of his snout, and whispered into his ear with a soft voice. "I am really aroused right now. Because you...feel...amazing inside me."

Typhoon almost hit orgasm, right then and there. "Ahh, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" he squeaked, hurriedly trying to use his bandaged paws to push Gripen off his erection. Gripen moved quickly and straightened her legs, immediately lifting herself off him as if she'd been expecting this.

"Heh. Isn't it fun to live dangerously?" she asked. Reaching down, she gave his penis a few quick strokes. "Look, your knot isn't even swollen yet."

Typhoon was panting from how close he'd been. "It was going to! I could feel it start to happen."

"Hmm." Gripen released Typhoon's erection and started rubbing her own genital slit with her paw, making small circles around her clitoris. "I was really close too...but I don't really want this to end just yet. Alright, let's do the safe one." Grabbing Typhoon's left penis, which was still fully rigid inside its condom, she sat back down and restarted her motions again.

The fresh pleasure made Typhoon curl his toes, but since his two penises worked independently, he wasn't as close to orgasm as before. "Yes, let's be safe. I want to cum inside you, but I don't want to cum inside you..."

Gripen laughed again. "The game isn't over yet—I'm having too much fun. Pick a number from one to ten."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

At this point, Typhoon felt like heavy arousal was clouding most of his judgement, but he couldn't see the harm in playing along. "Um, three?"

"Ok, three. Pick another number from one to ten," Gripen continued.

"Eight?"

"Thirty-eight! Let's go. Thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six..." Gripen started to count downwards, one for every time she humped Typhoon—up and down she moved, with the number decrementing for each full stroke.

At first Typhoon was slightly distracted by the numbers, though he couldn't fully ignore the feelings running through his body. But then as Gripen's count reached ten, he started to actually think about it—why was she even counting strokes? "Wait, what happens at zero?" he asked.

"What do you think happens at zero?" Gripen replied. "Seven, six, five, four, three, two, and...one." And then she lifted her hips off, and swapped back to Typhoon's right penis. With hardly a pause, she continued her humping, once again counting down. "Thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six, thirty-five..."

"Oh, I get it. I get the game." Typhoon laughed, shaking his head in amusement. Once again he was penetrating Gripen without a condom, yet she was in heat and this was risky. "I thought we were playing safe?"

"Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen... life would be nothing without risk, right? Thirteen, twelve..."

"Life would be something else entirely if we take that risk! We would literally be creating life! That is something I am absolutely not prepared for..."

"Three, two, one. Swap!" Gripen switched back to humping Typhoon's left penis. "Yep, I'm not prepared for parenthood either. So you'd better make sure you don't lose this game, alright?"

In a way, the odds were skewed. When they were mating with a condom Typhoon felt more relaxed and could just savour the pleasure as it flowed, whereas an unprotected mating made him feel nervous and worried about controlling his orgasm. But on the other hand, his mind couldn't entirely override his body. Sex with Gripen felt noticeably, physically better without that thin layer of artificial material getting in the way, and instinctively his body just wanted to release his semen inside her.

Even though Gripen kept changing which of his penises she was using, Typhoon's arousal built up much faster than it could drop down. The pleasure was at unsustainable levels, and he could feel a climax approaching inevitably from first one side, and then other. The only question was whether that would happen when Gripen was riding his left penis, or right—and whether he would be shooting into a condom, or just into her.

And then finally their game reached its conclusion, after only a few rounds. Gripen came first—the dragoness gasped, and then she made a sound that was half laugh and half moan. "Oh! Hah...ahhh... I'm going to... Shit, that feels so good!" It was one of the very, very rare occasions where Typhoon had heard Gripen swear, as orgasmic ecstasy seized control over her mind and body. One of Gripen's paws was still resting on his chest, while her other paw clutching the leading edge of his wing, and her eyes screwed shut in a blissful grimace. Her hips slammed down, hilting Typhoon's erection all the way as deep as it could go. He could feel her muscles rhythmically squeezing on his penis, especially right behind his knot as her body instinctively tried to coax her mate into releasing his semen.

As much as it went against every instinct in his body, Typhoon tried for a brief instant to hold back. He resisted for just the split-second it took for him to glance down and double check that Gripen was impaled on his left penis—the one safely protected by a condom—and then mating instinct surged through him. Even with a condom there was still the non-zero risk of making an egg, but Typhoon had no choice but to take those odds. The sight of Gripen sprawled on top of him with her face all scrunched up in pleasure, and the sound of her quiet, desperate moans, and the feel of all her scales rubbing against his, not to even mention other far more sensitive parts which were rubbing against each other—it all conspired to send him tumbling far over the edge of an orgasm.

"Gripen?! Ooh...wow..." After several days of not getting any release, and with all that time they'd spent slowly building up to climax, what followed was the best, longest orgasm Typhoon had ever experienced. The drake gritted his teeth and let out a choked grunt. "Hrrkkk..." Waves of bliss surged through his underbelly, and the raw intensity of that overpowering pleasure made him toss his head from side to side. His wings slapped against the bedsheets, while his tail curled up and twitched. It felt insane as he held Gripen close, feeling her body pressed up against his as they both shuddered through their shared climax.

Warm, repeated, and absolutely undeniable bursts of pleasure exploded out of Typhoon's underbelly as he shot his seminal load. His knot had swelled up in an instant, locking him deep into Gripen and rendering him totally vulnerable as her vaginal muscles continued to clench down on his oversensitive length, forcing him to fire out yet another spurt of semen with each contraction. He couldn't see what was happening inside Gripen's slit, but he could feel it.

Surely the condom must have broken, given all their earlier swapping and now given how much seed he had released. In his mind's eye, Typhoon saw that he was shooting his seed through the broken condom and directly into Gripen, without care or caution for the fact that she was in heat. With all this sperm he was releasing deep inside her where it could reach her fertile oviducts, he was surely going to put end up impregnating her. But rational thoughts were on hiatus, and automatic reflexes continued to fire, dragging out his orgasm and making sure he emptied out all his lust into her.

In contrast to the sharp peak of how his orgasm had begun, his pleasure tapered off in a slow, gradually declining manner that eventually left him back in control of his wits. Gripen had gone limp, slumped down over his body and with her head resting against his neck. Typhoon watched her closely, taking in every detail of the fine scales covering her head.

After a few long seconds, Gripen opened her eyes and met his gaze. "Hi."

"Hi," Typhoon said.

"We just...we just mated. That was quite the experience." Gripen pushed herself upright, taking some of her body weight off Typhoon. Having her pressed up against his body had been strangely comforting. But when she tried to pull her hips off and separate their underbellies, there was a slight resistance as Typhoon felt her yank on his knot. "Are we stuck?"

"I don't think so. My knot usually deflates as soon as I stop cumming."

Gripen grinned. "Well, are you still cumming?"

"Unfortunately not. I think it's just this ring trapping blood and preventing my knot from going down. Just pull out a bit slower," Typhoon advised.

Gripen did as he suggested, and carefully she lifted her hips away from Typhoon's. His penis tugged on Gripen's slit until it slipped out, and now the difference between it and its twin was obvious. The knot on his left penis was still heavily enlarged and darker in colour from all the blood engorging it, whereas the right penis's knot hadn't yet swollen up; there were also several veins on the surface of his left penis which were noticeably visible.

Another obvious difference was the condom. Despite Typhoon's concerns (although admittedly he hadn't been thinking straight whilst seized by an orgasm), the condom hadn't broken at all. The latex sheath was now noticeably looser around his erection, with cloudy white liquid inflating it around his penis—it was his semen, all contained and kept from fertilizing Gripen.

"Weird. And cool." Gripen grabbed Typhoon's penis and played around with it, feeling the semen-filled condom as it squished around his member. "Look at all this cum. If that had gotten inside me, I would have ended up growing an egg. And all that stopped it was this little bit of rubber. I guess we should take it off now. How do we...? Can you roll onto your side? Else I think all your cum is going to spill onto your underbelly and make an ever bigger mess. Actually, just roll onto your belly and sit up."

"Sure." Typhoon folded in his wings and flipped over. Then he pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning back on his haunches.

As he watched, Gripen reached down to his underbelly. "Hmm, sex is way messier than I expected. But fun! And I didn't really think about the clean-up. Ok, let's see..." She tried to pull the used condom off his left penis, but his still inflated knot held it tightly. Typhoon grunted and bucked his hips forward as Gripen pulled on his knot. "Sorry. Did that hurt?"

"Not really, it's just...very sensitive when it's all swollen like that." Typhoon knew his knot got extra sensitive during his orgasm when it filled with blood, but now he was discovering that it remained overly sensitive if it wasn't allowed to deflate. Gripen's touch felt intensely ticklish now, and he automatically tensed up his muscles; idly Typhoon wondered what it would be like if he asked her to just keep rubbing him hard, forcefully overstimulating his penis even though he'd already climaxed. Perhaps he'd ask her to try that some other day.