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This is the chapter 08 of Stuck In Three Intertwined Vines

Chapter 01: https://www.weasyl.com/~pennyink/submissions/2426125/wings-of-desire-stuck-01-binding

Chapter 02: https://www.weasyl.com/~pennyink/submissions/2428531/wings-of-desire-stuck-02-ropes

Chapter 03: https://www.weasyl.com/~pennyink/submissions/2432076/wings-of-desire-stuck-03-interlacing

Chapter 04: https://www.weasyl.com/~pennyink/submissions/2444424/wings-of-desire-stuck-04-trap

Chapter 05: https://www.weasyl.com/~pennyink/submissions/2451868/wings-of-desire-stuck-05-sheet-bend

Chapter 06: https://www.weasyl.com/~pennyink/submissions/2470981/wings-of-desire-stuck-06-tension

Chapter 07: https://www.weasyl.com/~pennyink/submissions/2480350/wings-of-desire-stuck-07-tightening

Content Warning

This story contains dragon sex, gay sex, foursome, paws fetish, BDMS, Angst and cheating. All characters are adults in this story

Story Synopsis

For moons, Deathbringer and Glory were in a healthy and happy relationship until the RainWing offered him an experience he will never forget. From that moment, he tries to understand his own desires, his own fantasies, and a certain male seems to be the one who can help him, even if it means falling back into his old habits.

Which part of his heart should he listen to?

Song Of The Week

Did You by 4B & Chris Brown

https://youtu.be/UYCxuT_uN9Q?si=1c0ElyxiggniZmWi

Hello everyone!

Yes! The most anticipated scene is finally here! It was a blast to write this chapter! The potential of this foursome was limitless, and I had a lot of difficulty to write it without writing more than 30 pages. Ha Ha!

Fun fact, this chapter is the longest one I wrote with 18 pages! I had so many ideas with this one and I hope you guys will love it!

Have a good read, and see you on June 6th for the next chapter!

©Wings of Fire and the characters belong to Tui T. Sutherland and Scholastic

©This artwork is made by Gram_Berserkr https://linktr.ee/gram_berserkr

©The story is done by me

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Chapter 08 : Asphyxiation

The much-anticipated moment had finally arrived, and Deathbringer could not wait any longer: he was soon going to live his greatest fantasy!

However, like silhouettes in front of the torch’s light, his fears clouded his excitation.

Was it because of Glory? After all, he was going to cheat on her with three males simultaneously. His many mistakes had already deteriorated their relationship, but this event would kill any chance of restoring it. Worse, he had lost the flame of their couple, especially due to a certain RainWing.

Actually, was it because of Jambu? For some time now, his nomadic heart had wandered from one dragon to another. As he lived a healthy relationship with Glory, he found himself kissing Starflight. Then, when he was thinking about a possible future with him, he confessed his feelings for the queen's brother. In these confusing attachments, he could no longer understand himself.

Everything got worse when the pink dragon told him he stopped working as a prostitute because he loved him. Disturbed at first, the bodyguard used this confession to test their attraction. Unfortunately, it confirmed what the NightWing feared the most: Jambu had stolen his heart. All those nights spent with him talking about their days, sleeping together and passionately mating, he had enjoyed them each time. In this case, how should he explain this new relationship to her without looking like a jerk? How was he supposed to justify his choices to Starflight, he who wanted to discuss the next stage of their possible couple?

Was it because of the librarian after all? In a nervous gulp, the bodyguard noted that all their interactions were just the result of his impulses. The day before yesterday, he met him for the first time in seasons. However, this encounter ended in debauchery due to his uncontrollable lust. Then, he wanted to justify his actions last night, but he made the same mistake. As he thought it could not get worse, the blind dragon had confessed his crush on him. Shocked by this revelation, he postponed this discussion for later, which meant now.

The assassin shivered at this observation. The time for explanations was fast approaching, and he hadn't even made a decision yet. He had nevertheless promised him to come up with an answer soon. For a moment, the idea of going to his “best friend” house without Starflight crossed his mind, but he shook his head. He couldn’t run away from his responsibilities. Furthermore, showing up to this orgy without his guest would discredit him. He already had a lot of difficulty convincing him to join them. He even resorted to lying to him. No! He couldn't go back.

Deep in thought, the bodyguard noticed that he had arrived in the NightWing Village, near the library. The shy sun hid behind the trees. The villagers slowly began their day. Some of them came out of their hut to head toward the market where the sellers prepared themselves for their night shift. The dragonets frolicked to a small school, happier to have fun with their friends than learn. Admiring this place brought a smile to Deathbringer's muzzle, but he has something more important to do.

He headed toward the library and landed in front of the entrance. Reflexively, he looked around him. His muscles relaxed: no curious glances spied on him. Reassured, he knocked on the door. Like yesterday, the “Closed” sign hung on its wooden surface, but he could hear footsteps inside. Then, a NightWing with a blindfold opened it, a radiant smile on his muzzle. He was wearing a leather bag on his shoulder, probably filled with parchments and trinkets according to the bumps deforming it. Despite his shy demeanor, his body waddled with excitement. In front of this attitude, the assassin sneered before remarking,

“Hey Starflight! You seem really looking forward to tonight!”

“Indeed! I haven't seen Jambu in a long time,” he admitted with a jovial tone. “We have so much to tell.”

The tall male bit his lip in regret. If only he knew the true nature of this gathering.

“I see… in that case, take my talon and follow me. I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun, especially when we’ll be alone,” Deathbringer concluded with a seductive growl.

To guide the librarian, he placed his paw on his. His heart palpitated by this contact and the memory of their passionate kiss resurfaced. He even found himself blushing. This seemed to be the case for the other NightWing as well, as he chuckled in embarrassment and fondly stroked his claws. This proximity disturbed him. He intended to refuse his advances after all. So, why did this touch increase his pulse?

At least Starflight came back to reality and he grasped his foreleg firmly.

“Uhm… are we going?” he asked impatiently.

It was the bodyguard's turn to quit his thoughts. Still shocked by the emotions he had just experienced, he shook his head before regaining his confident attitude.

“Of course! I was about to tell it to you,” Deathbringer continued with enthusiasm.

Now ready for this action-packed evening, the two dark dragons took off.

Along the way, they enjoyed each other's company with a light chat. In fact, the assassin led the conversation with his unparalleled charisma. They thus discussed various topics; their day; the weather; the librarian's favorite scrolls; his achievements as a bodyguard. This way, his interlocutor would be too distracted to ask him the fateful question.

“Deathbringer,” the shy male interrupted with an uneasy tone, “have you thought about… you know, the two of us?”

These words tightened his throat. For a constellation’s sake! Why didn’t this strategy dissuade him from talking about it? Even discussing his favorite scrolls didn't work! Despite his best efforts, he understood he had to address this interrogation soon. However, he had no good explanation for him, and with the slightest misstep, he could say goodbye to his delectable presence in this torrid gathering.

Faced with this observation, he swallowed, an uneasy expression on his muzzle. He looked around him like he was searching for an answer in this temporary landscape. To make his interlocutor wait, he let out a thoughtful, “Well…”. Despite the cloth over his eyes, the librarian stared at him curiously, biting his cheek in anxiety. At least, he didn't seem to suspect him.

Although millions of ideas as shameful as they were dishonest crossed his mind, Deathbringer chose the one that was close to reality. It wasn't the most honorable explanation, but this white lie would remove any possible doubt.

“It's just that I'm still with Glory, and I've never been in a romantic relationship with another male. I mean, we can fuck, but I should discuss with her about it and get used to this... special attraction.”

“I-I understand. We will take the time you need.”

Despite the sullen tone, a gentle smile appeared on the blind dragon's muzzle, and the tip of his wing rubbed against his to console him. Whether because of this reassuring touch or his satisfaction with this answer, the tall NightWing sighed in relief. He managed to avoid the worst. Yet, bitterness consumed him as he recalled the promise he had made to Jambu earlier that morning.

“I thought about it a lot last night, and it’s official: I’m ready to take it to the next level. I just need to talk to your sister at work, and everything will be sorted. Tonight, you'll get all the kisses I can give you, and I know how much you like them.”

His heart raced as he remembered the pink dragon jumping of joy and hugging him. However, as usual, he had not spoken to the queen, unable to put an end to their relationship. He didn’t regret his new love life. On the contrary! But he feared the reaction of the one he considered as his partner.

In fact, he never had the courage to face reality.

“I'm very happy to spend some time with you and Jambu today!” Starflight continued cheerfully, which took the bodyguard out of his thoughts.

“Oh yeah? Why?”

“Because this is the last day of my visit in this kingdom before returning to the Jade Mountain Academy. I was worried to be alone, since my father is busy with an important project.”

“The famous escape game, right?” the assassin interrupted him teasingly.

“Indeed!” he sneered. “This time, his test subjects completed it without mating.”

The two NightWings laughed at this fact. Despite the unusual situation in which they were involved a few days earlier, Deathbringer secretly hoped to relive it soon.

“But honestly, I'm really happy to spend my last evening with you,” the librarian admitted in a tender voice, his cheeks red.

“Me too,” he exclaimed with a seductive growl, his claws stroking his. “So, let's have an unforgettable moment together, cutie.”

Although his words seemed sincere, a part of him was relieved to deal with one less problem.

At least, this compliment had the wanted effect on his interlocutor: a shy smile formed on his muzzle and he chuckled in embarrassment, blushing. The bodyguard's pulse accelerated at this reaction. An irresistible desire to kiss him and penetrate him filled his thoughts. Due to this unsuitable moment for this kind of activity, he had to bite his lower lip to dissipate it.

How impatient he was to be at this orgy!

Fortunately, he saw Jambu's treehouse in the distance. Uncontrollable excitement shook his body as voluptuous ideas occupied his mind, solidifying something between his hind legs. Nevertheless, anxiety invaded him immediately. He had the impression he created more trouble by participating in this risky activity. Coupled with his multiple lies to the two males, it would be a miracle if he got through this night without the slightest problem.

Despite his concerns, he landed in front of the entrance and helped his friend to do the same. Then, motivated, Deathbringer stretched his foreleg toward the large leaf door. He stopped his action for a moment. The stress made his heart pulse in his throat and his claws trembled. His vision blurred to hide this bad decision.

He took a deep breath to calm these symptoms down and he looked over his shoulder. He then remembered the librarian didn't even know what he had gotten himself into. To avoid troubles, he warned him in a low, serious voice,

“One last thing. If a situation seems strange to you, trust me and participate without hesitation.”

“What do you mean?”

The bodyguard ignored the question and entered the house, followed closely by the confused NightWing. Once inside, he noticed that Jambu had already prepared the place for the night. The curtains covering the windows, bioluminescent mushrooms created a torrid atmosphere with their dim purple, blue and red light. The crescent moon-shaped chest, usually closed to hide erotic accessories, exposed its half-empty contents. For a moment, Deathbringer wondered the reason for the lesser quantity, but he quickly had the answer when he saw around fifteen dildos and various objects on the dining table. Close to it, Jambu enthusiastically presented these products to a calm RainWing. When the pink male noticed their arrival, he ended their conversation. With his usual energetic attitude, he walked toward his guests with the biggest smile on his snout.

“Hey! Here you are, Deathy!” he exclaimed as if they hadn't seen each other in forever. “I'm so glad you came!”

Then, he embraced him in his wings, nuzzling him. The NightWing accepted it with pleasure, and he even added licks to the caresses. This proximity pulsed his heart into a melody of love, and his purrs joined the orchestra. Jambu let out an adorable chuckle at this affectionate reaction, but he listened to this song with an attentive ear. During this short moment filled with passion, the anguish in the assassin's body dissipated to give way to relief. He felt like he was sheltering in a cave bathed in the campfire’s comforting warmth, protected from the worst tropical storms.

Unfortunately, their hug was interrupted by an admiring comment from the other RainWing,

“Aww! You two are so cute together!”

Suddenly, uneasiness seized the dark male at the thought of exposing his gay feelings so openly. Instinctively, he released his partner who looked at him with a worried expression. To reassure him though, his gaze showed tenderness, and he returned his excitement with a loving murmur,

“Me too, I'm happy to be with you, darling.”

The bodyguard’s heart skip a beat as he faced this reaction: his scales now pale pink, the RainWing waddled with joy and he chuckled shyly. Seeing him like this made Deathbringer want to hold him in his wings again, kiss him passionately, spend an extraordinary moment together in bed.

Despite everything, one dragon was not introduced to this promising evening. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed the librarian staring at him in astonishment. Although he remained silent, his furrowed brows and his bitter smile showed a mixture of irritation and confusion. At first, he didn't understand the reason for this reaction. Then, he remembered why he had refused his advances. This observation made him swallow, his throat tight. To cover this discomfort, he continued the conversation by pointing his chin at the NightWing behind him.

“Also, guess who came with me? It’s Starflight! When was the last time you saw each other? Many moons? Three seasons even?”

“Long enough to miss me!” the pink male exclaimed before walking toward the guest and hugging him. “So, how is my favorite bookworm?”

“I’m okay... nothing exciting on my side,” he replied vaguely, some apprehension in his voice. “Just a lot of work and scrolls read. And you?”

While they were talking, Deathbringer saw out of the corner of his eye the other RainWing approaching him. Slightly taller than Jambu, his calm demeanor contradicted his saturated yellow body. To contrast it, pink enthroned his head like a helmet and spread over his ruffs and the plates. The beige underside of his body and some light blue spots added to this complex color palette. His horns, spikes and dark claws seemed smooth and neat. Unlike the ball of energy that his partner was, his relaxed attitude and his gentle smile inspired tranquility.

Once a few steps away, the stranger stopped and extended a friendly paw.

“I'm guessing you're Deathbringer, Queen Glory's personal bodyguard?” he began in a cordial tone.

“Indeed, the one and only!” he boasted with a wink before shaking it.

“Nice to meet you, and congratulations for you and Jambu.”

Even if this recognition increased his ego, it embarrassed him also, especially since they participated in something as questionable as an orgy. Deep down, he hoped that this RainWing would not share this encounter with his friends. He masked this fear with a confident smile as he continued,

“Thank you, but we have only been together since today. This is new for both of us.”

“Interesting! In this case, there’s a lot of chance that we will meet often. My name is Pineapple. I’m his close friend and his most loyal customer.”

“Oh yeah? I was with him every night, and I have never seen you.”

“Probably because you were working when I kept him company,” he explained with an impassive wing shrug before purring seductively. “But from what I heard from Jambu, I can't wait to watch your performance tonight.”

“You will only trust what he told you? You know as well as I do that he has a tendency to… forget important details.”

As he left his sentence hanging, he got closer to the RainWing and whispered in his ear with a tone trembling with lust,

“And I will make it my personal duty to correct his mistakes. Trust me, you'll love this so much you'll moan all night.”

He responded with a charmed exclamation, a perverse smile on his snout. Although Deathbringer moved his head away from Pineapple's, their eye contact maintained. Like predators in front of their prey, the two males admired each other, wetting their lips with a slow gesture. The simple thought of licking their virility, feeling the other’s tailhole around their spasming cock and hearing squeals with each trust titillated their imagination as much as their body.

Suddenly, the NightWing saw in his field of vision the jungle dragon’s penis solidified, whipping the air proudly. Although it looked like his partner’s, its greater length compensated for its narrowness. His rounded buttocks invited him to massage and savor them. Faced with his assets, he exposed his to the RainWing’s horny gaze. Like him, he groaned in pleasure, despite his eyes staring strangely at something else below his dragonhood.

“I see that you already get along well with Pineapple!” the pink male interrupted with a satisfied sneer, stepping between them to break the sexual tension. “I know you can't wait to start the festivities, but let's eat first. Everything is better when you have a full stomach after all!”

Despite the disappointment on their muzzle, they nodded and followed Jambu. Deathbringer noticed, however, that he seemed just as eager as they were to get started, his solid cock sticking out of his slit.

When the four males sat down around the table, the host handed them a banana. The bodyguard took a bite from it and realized with shame that his beloved was right: he was hungrier than he thought.

They ate their snack and talked about everything and nothing. In fact, only one did not exchange a word during the meal: Starflight. Worried, Deathbringer glanced in his direction. His head was tilted downward, his blindfolded eyes fixed on the nibbled fruit. His wings sagging, he showed an embarrassed pout. He already knew for his shyness, but something seemed to bother him right now.

Faced with this vision, he swallowed his regrets. Maybe it was a bad idea to invite him.

“I think I have everything we need for tonight,” the pink RainWing noted during the discussion. “There’s the fruit bowl in the middle of the table if you are hungry. The toys there and in this chest are at your disposal. Pillows