Racer's Roulette

"Hmm..." Gripen switched tactics—she started to pull on the cock ring which was around the base of Typhoon's left erection, trying to roll it up and off his penis. Even though it was elastic, the rubbery material wasn't quite stretchy enough to make it over his knot, but Gripen's efforts loosened the constriction enough that his knot started to deflate, soon followed by the rest of his erection as blood finally could drain away. After a few moments, Gripen pulled the cock ring off Typhoon's now mostly flaccid left penis, followed by the semen-filled condom. "Ok! Now...now what do I do with this thing?"

"Wrap it in tissue and throw it away?" Typhoon suggested.

"That makes sense." Gripen sniffed at the used, soggy, condom, and then looked slightly embarrassed for having done so. She grabbed a sheet of tissue from the bedside table and tossed the condom into the trash bin. "Ok, done." Trotting back to the bed, she gestured at Typhoon. "You're supposed to be resting in bed while your scales heal. Lie back down."

Typhoon carefully lowered himself down and rolled onto his back, and then Gripen flopped down on top of him. "Hnnng... You're like a pillow, but warm and scaly and with muscles..." she said with a pleased sigh.

"Are you just going to doze off?" Typhoon asked.

"Maybe..." Gripen reached down and grabbed Typhoon's right penis, which was still being kept rigid by the cock ring, and now sandwiched between their bodies. "This thing's still here. I said I'd do you twice, didn't I? Urrgh, but I'm feeling all sleepy now."

Typhoon smirked. "Isn't it supposed to be males who instantly fall asleep after they cum?"

"You and your sexist stereotypes—I'll be sleepy after sex if I want to be. I'm usually a bit lethargic after I play with myself, and I just came so hard. Can't blame me for that; blame biochemistry and hormones and stuff." Gripen yawned, and she casually played around with Typhoon's erection—she wasn't stroking him properly, just holding his penis and moving it around. With her other paw, she started pulling on the cock ring and pulling it off Typhoon's penis. "I guess we don't need this anymore, right? Now that we're just have one more to go."

Typhoon opened his wings and wrapped them around Gripen, lightly holding her against his chest. "We don't have to keep going. I'm feeling satisfied after cumming once from my other cock."

Gripen shuddered, and he felt her shiver as he held her with his wings. "I'm...I'm feeling pretty satisfied too. But we ought to finish what we started..." The cock ring slid entirely off Typhoon's right penis, but his erection remained. Gripen took another condom out of its packet and inserted it into the semen collector, which she then used to unroll the condom over Typhoon's sole remaining erection. "It was kind of silly of me to buy all this...sex stuff. Oh well; what's done is done. Let's go round two!"

Holding Typhoon's sole remaining erection, Gripen raised herself over his body and slowed lower her hips down, letting his throbbing, condom-encased member spread her apart as he sank deep into her. "Ohh," Typhoon groaned softly, as he felt warmth and slick snugness wrap around his sensitive flesh. Even with the condom blocking a portion of the sensations, it still felt intimately pleasurable to mate with Gripen, just the same as before.

Gripen made a small nod of her head, and then she started to move, rocking her hips forwards and back to thrust Typhoon's penis in and out of herself. This time without a second penis which she had to hold out of the way, Gripen placed both her forepaws on Typhoon's chest. "Are you going to cum soon?" she asked.

Typhoon crossed his forepaws across his chest, holding Gripen's paws. "Why? Are you feeling impatient?"

"No... But just now when we were playing that...silly swapping game, I did ride both your penises. So since they're independent, I was just thinking that you're probably pretty close to cumming," Gripen replied.

"I am close, but I'll try to hold back and last longer so you can get a chance to cum twice—"

"No, don't. Don't hold back." Leaning in, Gripen began gently licking the side of Typhoon's snout, in time with the smooth rolling of her hips. "Just relax and let it happen. Sit back...and enjoy."

Typhoon opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him at that moment and all he did was moan. "Ohh..." So he did as Gripen suggested—instead of trying to fight off the tight pressure that was building up in his underbelly, he also began thrusting his hips, smoothly accentuating their coupling. Instead of the frantic desperation of their earlier humping, this second round was slow and calmly sensual.

"Just cum whenever you want to, but tell me first, ok?" Gripen asked, and Typhoon nodded. His eyes were half-lidded as pleasure engulfed his body and mind. Instead of worrying about whether he was going to last long enough to satisfy Gripen, or if he was accidentally going to put an egg inside her, or about anything at all, Typhoon surrendered and focused on nothing but the wonderful feeling of Gripen's body pressed up against his. They were linked in the most intimate way possible, and together fulfilling one of the most basic, primal desires imaginable.

Sooner than expected but also right on time, Typhoon felt himself slip over the edge of a climax. "Ah, ah... Gripen! I'm there! It's happening... I'm going to cum... You feel so good. Ahhh..." Typhoon felt a mad desire to thrust—instinct screamed at him to buck his hips upwards and plunge his penis as deep into Gripen as it could go, so he could feel her warmth all around every exposed part of his erection—yet somehow he remained perfectly still as tingly pleasure built up in his underbelly.

"Hmmrr, cum for me," Gripen whispered in his ear, then she pressed her snout against his and kissed him again.

No stopping, no slowing, nothing to do be lie back and let it happen. Muscles in his underbelly trembled, and his knot quickly swelled to half enlarged. The next time Gripen lowered her hips down, his knot served as brief resistance before it slipped fully into her genital slit. Instantly Typhoon felt those same muscles clamp down as hard as physically possible, and his knot surged to full size, locking him into Gripen's depths.

Gripen was still kissing him, pressing her tongue against his in an embrace which amplified his pleasure beyond comprehension. "Mmmhh," Typhoon moaned. It felt so good he couldn't think or act—all he could do was try to keep still. Visceral, overpowering pleasure lit up his nerves and flooded his mind with the blissful gratification of an orgasm as his body fired up its ejaculatory reflex for a second time.

Warm, repeated spurts of virility blasted out from deep inside his groin, surging out through his penis and straight into the slender, yellow-scaled dragoness riding him. It was impossible to stay totally still—Typhoon's snout scrunched up into a grimace, and his hindpaws clenched open and close with each wave of raw sexual pleasure which poured through his body.

Emptying himself into Gripen for a second time felt just as wonderfully rewarding as it had the first time. Slowly, gradually, that overwhelming intensity of pleasure faded into a deep layer of satisfaction. Typhoon blinked as his eyes focused again on Gripen, whose snout was just a few inches from his.

"You look really hot when you cum," Gripen muttered, her gaze darting away self-consciously. She lifted herself off Typhoon—unlike before with his left penis, his right penis slid smoothly out of her as it didn't have a cock ring forcefully keeping his knot bloated up. Typhoon also noticed that his right penis didn't feel quite as sore; perhaps another related side effect.

Gripen gestured for him to roll over, which he did. She grabbed his semi-erect penis and gave it a few parting strokes, the she rolled off the condom and stared at it. Even from a distance, Typhoon could pick up the smell of the latex and his semen. Compared to the first, his second ejaculation had noticeably less volume as his seminal glands had been somewhat depleted, even if there was supposedly the same number of sperm since his testicles were independent. The gooey liquid inside the condom looked creamy white and much thicker than before, whereas earlier it had been cloudy white and more watery. Gripen plucked another tissue from the box on the bedside table, and she tossed the condom into the trash bin. "And now...we're done."

Typhoon sat back on his haunches. Now that his arousal had been well and truly drained, he was starting to worry and work through what all this was supposed to mean. "Gripen, what did we just do?"

"It's this thing called sexual intercourse, you might have heard of it before," Gripen replied sarcastically. Trotting over to the balcony, she opened the glass doors. Their hotel suite was on the second from highest floor, and a breeze sent fresh air into the hotel room.

Typhoon jumped off the bed and walked to sit beside her. He couldn't put weight on his bandaged forepaws, so he had to use his wings to balance. "Don't play dumb, you're too clever for that to work. You know what I mean."

Instead of meeting his gaze, Gripen stared out the over the balcony and into the distance, towards the rolling hills visible beyond the city boundaries. "I'm not sure I understand your question. You know what we did. We just had sex—I was in heat, you were injured and couldn't get relief otherwise, so we had sex."

"I know, but...but what did it mean? Was that just a one-off thing? As you said—just because you were in heat and I was bandaged up? It wasn't just that, right?" Typhoon took a deep breath. He wished that Gripen would make eye contact, and even more he wished that he could lean over and kiss her again, but he wasn't sure if she would just pull away. "We just mated...what did that mean?"

"I don't know!" Gripen snapped, letting a tinge of irritation enter her voice. "I didn't think this through before I did it. I just...I wanted to kiss you and see your cock and mate with you, but I didn't think about what I would do after that. What's that supposed to mean? You tell me."

"Hey, hey, relax. It's ok." Typhoon glanced downwards. This made him realize that both his groin and Gripen's were wet by various bodily fluids, which were dripping down their hindlimbs and onto the carpet. "We're a mess. We should go clean up before Ian or Rafale get back. Gosh, what are we going to tell them?"

Gripen glanced down too, and then when she looked up, her eyes finally met Typhoon's again. "Why do we have to tell them anything?"

"So...we're just going to pretend that didn't happen?" Typhoon asked, nodding his head towards the bed. "Didn't it matter to you?"

"I... I'm not ashamed that we mated, I'm just...I don't know. I've liked you for so long—not liked as a friend, but liked as in the silly infatuated crush of a young dumb dragoness who doesn't quite know how to act like an adult." Gripen glanced away, but after a second her gaze centred back on Typhoon. "You're the older one, not me! You should be mature and know how to handle complex, adult interpersonal relations."

Typhoon chuckled at that, and Gripen smiled. Once upon a time they had been hatchlings, and then fledglings, and now they were full grown dragons. That simple faux-sibling relationship they'd had was gone, left behind along with childhood, but now something else was starting to form between them. Typhoon wasn't sure if it was love—after all, hadn't he already loved her before?—but then what he felt now was different from what he felt to Ian, or Rafale, or anyone else in the world.

The two of them stayed quiet for a few minutes, sitting side by side and looking out over the city. Finally Gripen spoke. Her voice was soft and slow, as if she was careful considering every word. "It wasn't...being in heat which catalysed all this. Like I said, I've been in heat before and I never made any moves on you. It was your crash which did it."

Typhoon hadn't quite been expecting that. "What? My crash?"

"One week ago when you were in that race; I was watching from the stands, with Ian and Rafale. We were all rooting for you to win, of course—based of the preliminary timings, you were the safe bet to win. But then..." Gripen's gaze darted down, towards Typhoon's bandaged chest and forepaws. "When Imperium collided into you right at the last lap, and you both went down... The crowd went nuts. Everyone was on their feet, making so much noise. There was this huge dust cloud where you landed and for a few seconds no one was sure what exactly had happened. The crowd was still screaming—I think they were just eager to see which underdog had snatched the race. But for me, all I could pay attention to was you."

Typhoon had seen the replays, but it was different hearing it from Gripen. "Imperium managed to get back to her feet and wave off the medics," she continued, still in her quiet voice. "But you didn't move. You were just...crumpled on the ground, covered in dirt. When I saw you like that, I was so scared—scared that you were dead, or that you were too injured to ever fly again, or talk, or... I wanted to fly down and run to your side, but Ian held me back so the medics could do their work. I was so scared. What if I never got to talk to you again? Or see you fly? Or...tell you how I felt?"

"I already knew you cared," Typhoon said.

Gripen shook her head. "Not like this. This is different. Ian cares for you; Rafale cares for you too, even if you two sometimes fight. But what I felt was different. It was...deeper than just a mere friendship. Which is why...well... That's why we've just made a mess of each other. So you ask me if what we did mattered? Yes, it did to me. And if tomorrow I just randomly die for whatever reason, at least I knew we had something together."

"So...I take it you want this to be something? I'm glad you like me, and I like you too. But practically speaking—is this going to be a recurring event? Are we just going to stay friends who occasionally mate with each other, or are we actually going to be...something exclusive?"

Gripen licked her lips and swallowed nervously. "I don't know. I don't know how any of this works."

Typhoon felt like he had reflected long enough. "It's...a gamble, isn't it? Just like playing at the casino downstairs, or betting which dragon is going to win their race. Except now the gamble is on what we should do. We could just play it safe and never do this again. Let it be a onetime event and ignore any feelings that come along with it. Alternatively...we let it happen again."

"What's the risk? That we ruin our friendship, break each other's hearts, and make things unbearably awkward forevermore?" Gripen said. "And then what's the reward? Love, I suppose? Emotional support? Happiness?"

Typhoon flicked his wings in a shrug. "Sounds about right. But the hard part is that we don't know the odds. Good outcome, bad outcome, mediocre outcome—no one knows how things will end up."

Gripen took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. "Huh! Forget all that noise. I'll take those odds." And then she kissed him again, pressing her snout against his and letting her actions clearly demonstrate what she wanted.

Far too soon, she pulled back. Typhoon leaned forwards, instinctively wanting their embrace to continue for just another split-second, but then it was over. "I'll...take that as a yes," he muttered.

Gripen's tail flicked from side to side. She made an indifferent noise. "Eh. How hard can a relationship be? We just put in effort and don't be jerks to each other—that's all there is too it, right?"

"I...don't know either," Typhoon admitted.

"We'll figure it out. Probably. Hopefully. Come on—let's go wash up this mess." Getting to her feet, Gripen headed towards the washroom.

"You can shower first. I'll wait till you're done," Typhoon said.

"No you won't. You're...injured and stuff. You shouldn't get your bandages too wet, so clearly you need assistance." Gripen curled her tail around Typhoon's paw and tugged him after her.

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