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Dragons Dame Chapter Three: Settlement

Illoria gasped as the second set of eggs slipped out of her vaginal canals and plopped onto the nest. The many slick vestiges and smooth crevices of the unborn drake/dragon hybrids shone out in the reflective sunshine; their shells secured the protection of their round ovum. Through many tight spasms and vibrant clenching sensations, a clutch of six eggs laid in collective mass. From inner struggles and the continual strain of pushing out, Iloria slowly took a deep breath and laid herself down in front of the nest.

The drake's respite from strain and laying of clutches brought in much thought in the weeks that had passed. Just by thinking over breeding with the great dragons and securing a natural cycle of sex, divination, and protection, that was something much more valuable than she realized. By the third solar cycle from her daily motions, pregnancy raged in her belly as her prior clutch developed in a quick development of time...

Rapid as time went for the female, the constant care of two dragons was an admiration in itself. Paired by the applications of what she learned from in Nightbringer's teachings, the female utilized her gifts and practiced with her flame. The more and more she became used to the aspect of experimentation, her quality of living improved in her curiosity. From cooked meat to torches hanging off the walls, the female had made use of her skills and utilized them in ways that would help the pack carry on in their lives.

But before she could continue in her thoughts over her first lessons in casting flame, movement scuffed the stone floor in the distance, making a dragging noise as it came in her direction. Lifting her head, Iloria's blue scaled body shuffled in her relaxed state.

Passing through the veil of shadow, a pair of gold eyes and a dark scaled reptilian moved through the reflection of the torches. "Mother?" A sweet, sultry voice came from the approaching creature. When the shape of the feminine reptilian came forth, the full color of a dark purple dragoness had shown herself to Iloria. In the broodmother's eyes, the female held a greater height than that of her mother but stood with the gift of wings of her broodfather, Nightbringer.

Here, the hybrid of drake and dragon stood before Iloria, looking down upon her with the shimmering glance of power... and the smell of fertility marked upon her hide. Even to both the dragons and the drake's surprise, the development of their hatchlings mature-d faster than what both species had thought of themselves previously...

"Yes, my dear Rhia?" Iloria asked, which was soon met with the response of a properly taut female. "Father asks for your presence, he wishes to speak to you." Knowing of what the dragoness and what Nightbringer requested, the drake nodded without question and slowly took the chance to push herself up and grunt in the aspects of recent events. "Then I will go to him. Would you please do me a favor and care for your future kin?" By the time Iloria stood up on all fours, the female shook out of the reality of strained muscle.

That was when the figure of Rhia moved in front of Iloria and nuzzled her cheek, an unconditional show of love and natural affection between the link of generations. "I will, mother, now go to father, he will be waiting in the large cave." From the nodding reply of the drake, Iloria would begin moving from her space and passed the dragoness to make her way to the exit of the cave.

When the drake passed her dragonling, a hot smell reeked from the dark dragoness' hide. It caused Iloria to perk her head up and sniff into the air. After a quick second, she picked up the scent. The familiarity would make the drake pause in her wake and looked to Rhia in her stead. "Flamespitter's scent is marked upon you..." Rhia merely smirked in her place and started limping to the clutch of her kin. "I know... he attended to me and most of the females." Shaking her head, Iloria walked through the halls and headed into the cavernous chasms...

In the journey out of the cave, Iloria would begin thinking about her future kin. From the beginning, life breathed eight healthy hatchlings from the shell. The eyes of all three paramours bore the fruit of what they were capable of. Each dragonling, with the gifts of their forebears, were given strength that both drake and dragon could not match with wings of the dragon, the size of two horses, and the presence of potential might.

By the time two lunar cycles passed, the young dragonlings had matured into powerful reptilians who could be able to do more than a dragon and a drake combined. When three of the sons were of age, they helped Flamespitter and Nightbringer hunt and feast on their prey, whilst seeking both dragon and dragoness' in their territory. The females, as she recently discovered, had made sure to gather the provisions for the pack and please the dragons by maw or slit.

Eventually, Iloria bypassed her train of thought and reached the exit of the cave. At this point, the rock that blocked the passage was rolled down a slope at the bottom of a smooth hill. It left the cave in a ridged entry, but the path was easily opened enough to allow the female her view of the scenery.

Through the windswept slopes of the cavern, there were a few shining specks of scaled figures sticking out in the distance. From her sight, they were the three sons of her clutch and the seed of Nightbringer. Sometimes when she would leave the cave, she watched her black scaled breeder teach the males a few lessons about the elements. At some points, he would demonstrate this hidden power to the young males by displaying orbs of energy which swirled around his paw. Everytime he noticed her peeking from the cave, the dragon would dispel his demonstration and kept her from seeing anymore.

Once finished with her sightseeing, Iloria turned her figurine and leered towards an open chasm across the scenery. In the face of spring, many small pockets of the area was covered by green mushes of fungi. Where the cold areas of the cavern where the snow still laid, many bodies of water were scattered randomly throughout the field. With the heat of the concurrent season coming its way, the humidity and the distant smells of heat started to take its place while Iloria continued her journey.

Temporarily passing through the rocky slopes and slithering past artificial riverbeds, the blue scaled female neared her first son and nestled her body close to the tall male. He was as brimming and as dark as his sire, with his height not being as tall, but his wings, forelegs, hind legs, chest, tail, and small horns making the male an intimidating one. Even as he was laying on his side, the male was just as strong as any other dragon in his youth...

"Taking care of yourself, Shade?" Purred the drake. When the dragon's dame came close, the male simply opened his eyes and raised his head. The son named 'Shade', whose eyes were as blue as his broodmother's scales and his body as dark as his sire, would open his maw in a deep yawn. "As well as I can be, broodfather wanted us to help you to his den." With that, the female nodded to Shade and nuzzled into the dragon.

Out of respect, the poor ol' broodmother licked the dark dragon's cheek and looked into the male's eyes. "Then I don't mean to intrude on your rest, but would you help fly me to his cave?" Without a single thought or rejection, the male leaned himself on all fours and stretched his body out in a feline manner. Flapping his wings, Shade extended himself and soon mounted Iloria where she was.

With his forelegs and hind legs wrapping around the female's body, Shade took off into the air and flew into the cavernous currents and towards the open cave at the other side of the chasm.

While the dragon carried his broodmother over the boundless hills and the sweeping stone mounds, Iloria started to think about her young sons and her daughters. Why would the sires keep their young males out of the cave, whilst keeping the females inside?

"So, my dragonling, why does your sire keep you and the rest of the males out of the den?" Iloria asked. Over the breaking of a hill, the dragon dipped over a crest and looked to the other side of the cavern. "A female is meant to be the caretaker of the brood, a male's duties is to the territory and the pride of his legacy. That means a dragon must defend his territory, or allow his clutch to be destroyed and his females defiled."

Iloria was quick to point out the questions. "So a male is meant to fight and a female is supposed to breed, what does that mean for the sons?" She asked. "They must seek out their own territory and leave the brood to make their own."

The large dragon soon dipped his wings and aimed for the cave. After he finished using mind speech, Iloria took a deep breath and sighed while the dragon dipped. The tug of his claws and the shift of momentum gave the female a run for her emotions, ready to move and ready to be dropped to be left over to the dragons in the den. Once the dragon swooped over the stone floor, Shade released his grip on her hide and allowed Iloria to drop down to the gravel and ease her onto the ground. With the female released, the black dragon swerved over the drake and flew back into the chasm.

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Entering the den was as much a hit in the snout as a dramatic flare within a cave full of heat. With the short taps of a drake entering the dark slopes of the shadow, there were a few silhouettes that cradled themselves in a slender curl. Irelia felt the soft, silky remains that tattered the stone floor. She smelled the intense stench that burned through her snout and heated her cheeks. As Iloria moved even more into the cave, she could see one, two, three dragonesses laying on their backs in a lustful stupor.

By the time the female could reach the exhausted dragoness', the rawhide smells of the aftermath took her away. Smeared between their legs, a reflective fluid oozed out from their orifices and stunk up the aroma around them. Eager and distant moans would later cause Iloria's ears to shuffle, before her eyes darted further ahead and caused the drake to move forward. On her way past her daughters, small coating of similar vaginal and cock-ridden fluids were strung to the ground, the walls, and some drips from the ceiling. Whatever Flamespitter was doing, it left a pretty aftermath in the shadows of the dark lit cave.

Once passing, over one of the female's daughters, she felt the young dragoness tug along her tail with a paw. She was a purple scaled dragonelle whose slender body showed much more evidence of rigorous vaginal abuse than the other two splayed around her. Looking into Iloria's eyes, the female spoke.

"Flamespitter hungers for anything that has a slit today... I am sure he will seek to put a clutch in you." After the dragoness was finished speaking, she released her broodmother and allowed the female to leave the daughter to her fertile state. Left to face what layed beyond, Iloria took charge of herself and advanced forth. While passing through the smooth crevices and heavy miasma of sex, Iloria was drawing near to the distant moans and snarls that filled the mouth of the cave ahead.

The resonating concussion of sexual vigor was evident enough when Iloria closed in. Closer and closer she went, the drake heard the gaining pitches of rapid stamina heave into a finesse as the noise became clearer. First, the ragged breaths and high pitch squeals from a female surfaced from the combination of snarls and moans from the male. What came after was the slapping sensation when the dragon stuffed his thick meat into the female's blooming organ and followed a clap between thrusts, the hips combining with each other in an intense series of prods and hustling. Eventually, when everything came to a loud and epicenter-like pitch, Iloria bore witness to the scene that laid before her.

Pounding the female into submission, the red scaled hide of Flamespitter was mounted over a young and smaller dragoness in the all too familiar images of sexual positions. Like a tandem of defiling innocence, the clapping, slapping, moaning and sensation of thrusts, bucks and cock stuffings brought and showed incredible pleasure to both dragons in front of her. Between the dragoness and the large red male going down on her, the stench of precum dripped like an elbe in the middle of the dragonelle's legs. It smothered her clit and marked her dry hide during the congress of lustful heat.

Congruent to her point of view and how the two dragons encompassed their growing tranquility, Iloria would sit on her haunches and watched the dragons breed. However, before she could move or speak, a great shadow wrapped itself around Iloria's body and swooped her in with a gripping tension.

Before the broodmother could squeal, the female was placed hotly on her back and was disrupted from making noise. "Have a nice trip?" Chuckled the voice of the black figurine of Nightbringer, which also brought a slight tone of polarity in her panicked behavior. "You sure do love to make an entrance Nightbringer." With that, the drake slowly shuffled underneath the tense, strong muscles of the dragon while she lay.

After a while, the drake would be the first to voice her abjection to her dutiful egg maker. "So, why did you bring me here?" She noted in her attentive desire to understand the situation. With a single bump of his hips, Nightbringer slyly gleamed his head closer to hers. "I want to show you something." By that point, the dragon eased his position over Iloria. Through the lifting of the dragon's body, Iloria leaned herself upon her side and glanced into the male's eyes.

"Does it include big meat and a bellyful of eggs?" In response to Iloria's state of mind, the intense sounds of sexual invigoration escalated into a flurry of slaps and moans between hips and cock slips. Chuckling, Nightbringer shook his head and motioned her to a hole to the side. "This might be better than that." Replied the smell of the great male. Turning to the small hole five paces from the mouth of the cave, the dragon motioned in the direction of the small hole through the direction of his head.

Crested with the peaks of curiosity, Iloria eagerly raised herself up to all fours and looked directly into the hatch. While the stone basin around them dripped in the residue of female and male fluids, the small hole in the stone wall across the room laid. With Nightbringer right next to the hole, the sight of his larger body towering over the hole was enough for her to approach the dragon whilst avoiding the reproductive symposium.

By the point she reached Nightbringer, the male nodded to Iloria and quipped an elated smile. "I have a question for you Iloria. Have you ever heard of the elements?" Voiced the dragon from his examination. All the drake could do was look into the dragon's eyes and merely replied with a shrug. "Only by mention my dear. The snake villages of the desert merely imply them as nature's grace of the seasons." Iloria responded in the status of her posture.

Without a simple gesture, the black male merely rose his rightmost paw and shifted his palm to face the ceiling. "Those snakes are partially correct, however..." Nightbringer paused, just as his eyes turned to face the drake herself. "The Elements are also ethereal essences who represent the symbol of nature itself." In a single moment, a single glowing sphere of fire formed over the dragon's palm in his setting. Just by seeing a floating element being casted before her, the drake merely watched and listened to the dragon's speech.

"Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Electricity, Shadow, Celestial, Plant, Life, and Death are one of the countless many forms of elements centering itself all around you. We dragons are able to tap into this hidden power." Nightbringer explained, the male's demonstration of uncanny power was enough to prove his point.

Pointed to the greater things in life, Iloria was perplexed, surprised even, that not only had she stumbled into a world where she could lay and breed, but now there was a chance to where this... magic could be used for greater means. However, when she pondered on the syllable where 'dragons are able to tap into' it, Iloria looked to Nightbringer with a little suspicion.

"Why tell me this?" Illoria asked.

Right on cue, the dragon dispelled the fireball on his paw and stuck his arm into the hole, reaching for something inside. What came out in the dragon's grips was a dirty old book upon his paws. Curious, the drake looked at the cover as the male raised it.

As the book was being raised, the material of the tome was aged with a cover as shiny as leather. Each section of the cover page showed a circular image with a dark shade of tan sheltering all sides of the stem. Once when the black male sat on his hind legs and carried the book on both paws, the male opened the tome and shuffled through the pages.

"Because you have shown me that you are important enough to be trusted with the contents of my heritage, as you have given me a legacy." In the sense of being trusted more than the secrets he kept, the drake swallowed her heart and took in the enormous value of a dragon's hoard. "And I am curious if you are able to use it."

With a change of events, the dragon would turn the book and showed her an image of a dragon being surrounded by wind. Confused, Iloria showed a shuffled, mingled face before the dragon closed the book. Driven to the precipice of her confusion, Iloria spoke. "What is that?" While the drake was questioning on what the male showed her, Nightbringer humbly chuckled and pressed a paw to her shoulder.

"An instruction." _Nightbringer replied in preparation. He looked into her eyes, observed her stance and binding form. All he could see from her was an addition to confusion, which was mired by her intrigue in the mix. _"Instructions for what?" Queered by her position, the dragon would use the paw he had on her shoulder to get her sitting on her haunches. Seeing her vexed in uncertainty was enough for the male to chuckle once more.

Once she was placed, as prescribed by the book, the dragon lowered his paw and gave the female some space. "For seeing what gifts you may carry. You are able to use mind speech, so by all means, you could have the potential to unlock other abilities that may yet to be revealed to you." By the end of the dragon's words, Iloria, in her remembrance of giving Nightbringer his clutch, pleasuring him in conformity, always listening and learning from his lessons; the drake accepted Nightbringer's voice and followed in his teaching.

He had taught the young drake on how to use her voice, the dragon helped her gain the power of casting flame, and now he sought to teach her the ultimate gift of all: The essence of the dragon heritage, a legacy untold.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Iloria relented. She accepted what she must do, especially in the face of such generosity from a dragon. There was a change she could see in him, just like when she stopped his duel between Flamespitter and ended with sexual deviancy.

Justified in seeing the context of his words both ways, Iloria nodded to Nightbringer and waited for him to tell her on what to do next. Ere in the essence of conviction and hope, the dragon made sure to peer his mind to hers and pair off into the essence of what she sought in heart and mind...

"Now, take a deep breath and empty your mind." To see the drake take her first steps in the instruction of breathing and harnessing the actions of self, the male continued to follow by the parchment's words and help the female learn.

From standing points and a heightened distant moans beside them, the joined dragons did nothing but allow the drake to pinge the emptiness and focus of the following to adherence. Moments turned into minutes, lusty turned into silence, and the world blackened into a state of calm and balance.

Iloria was beginning to accept the gift of the elements.

"Yes, yes, you are almost there; now allow your mind to settle in the stillness of life. Know that we all embrace the end and accept the grace that we return to them in peace that we shall rise again. Expose your heart to them, and prove you are worthy of their power. "

Unto the aspirations of great dragons past, the mind of Iloria settled herself into the pits of her inner silence. While the world around her was washed in sexual stems, the truth of her strength of will resonated from the heart, swelling with a turmoil unfound. That was when her mind darkened and caused her body to still itself, for her natural truth was also a secret even to herself.

Brought by a inner sense of sadness, the grief of her heart and the heat of her blood warmed her in a confused manner. Though her body reacted harshly to matters unknown, her mind could not make out what was wrong with her feelings. Eventually, by the peaks of her inner state, her pits of sadness, grief, and turmoil ceased by the mere compelling reasons of why she was here in the first place... understanding of self.

Compelled with the finality of reason and peaks of understanding, a change sparked inside the blood of the female, strength filled her scales with courage of action, and her eyes opened with a shroud of power in them. Around her, a small gust of wind swirled around her body in the crest of the den. Fire and a whispering, glowing essence followed the flame in its wake...

Looking around herself, she would find the eyes of Flamespitter and Nightbringer staring at her with unfounded sights. What she had done was enough to hold the attention of a dragon, let alone two in their paw riddled stones. "Impossible..." Flamespitter spoke, dislodging himself from the dragonelle underneath him with a cum addled 'pop' from her canals. The stench of the dragon was recent enough to fill the female's snout with enough glee.

Seeing evidence enough of their surprise, the female merely looked onwards to the approaching male. "What do you mean? I followed the instructions... did I do something wrong?" When Iloria was finished, Flamespitter stopped as Nightbringer interjected.

"How did you feel while in the state of mind?" Questioned Nightbringer, causing the female to look to him with confusion. "Dark, sad, but angry, hot blooded... ready to fight and defend." Iloria replied in turn. That was enough for the male to close his eyes and sigh in the face of the drake who had represented something more than a request of fear.

"You followed the instructions beautifully... however, what came from it, no matter how well you did... is enough to raise questions." Implied the great dragon, approaching her to where his massively thick body stood beside the red dragon. "No one has bore two elements in the hallowing." Confused, the female only tilted her head at the word. "Hallowing?" She asked.

"The Hallowing is a rite where dragons attempt to unlock their element. Sometimes it takes hours, days or even weeks to discover one element. However, you did two on the first try... that is most unusual indeed." Nightbringer nodded, looking to Flamespitter. "It could mean her kind is more attune to the elements than we are..."

Hearing that comment, Iloria turned her blue scaled carapace to face both dragons. "So, what does this mean?" She asked. Only a few moments of thought would allow the dragons to think.

"Well... you can practice using your elements." Nightbringer suggested.

"Or help use them to our benefit..." Flamespitter implied.

To see the two dragons at odds with the choice, the quick thinking of males made the drake sigh and turn her body from them, wanting nothing more than to simply rest.

However, a single paw grip on her rear and a lustful growl was enough for the drake to tell she was not going to get her respite anytime soon... when the hot stench of Flamespitter's eagerness grew, his attraction for her body gave more reasons to strip her of choice and give her what she needed most. As his paws pressed into her rump, she felt the slide of his body closing in on her back and easing down to caress her arousing, heating body...

It didn't take long before the dragon beside her jump her mind by a few strong rubs upon her scaled, busty hips. "You seem to take part in making use of things... including my daughters." Iloria commented, before the hot breath of Flamespitter's maw drew near to her cheek. She could feel the lustful vigor of the dragon growling and mustering himself against her hide.

"And I shall still make use of those I deem worthy of breeding..." Hearing the determination of a dragon's speech, there was much of what the female could see behind the layer of intentions and desires of draconic desire. "What do you intend of them after you had sated your own hunger... it seems you are just breeding for the sake of it."

Seeing no further exploits to use on a bright mind, the great red dragon huffed and licked her cheek. "To that, I leave you to decide. A dragons dame cares for the clutch. It is their role to raise them." Pointing her bright eyes to the male beside her, Iloria blinked twice. Everything the dragon was doing, so sweet and smooth talking, furnished an intention for sexual desire, even if not directly stated in it.

That was when Nightbringer interjected.

"However, you shall keep the females and we will keep the males. It's easier this way." Nightbringer pointed out. When the great black started speaking, Flamespitter turned his head to the male and hissed. Clinging to the lusts of draconic instincts, the red dragon caressed her back and sniffed her supple scent.

Hearing Nightbringer's words, paired with the hold that Flamespitter held on her body, made the female cave into the impulses of draconic thirst and hunger for her body. Closing her eyes, Iloria would flex her head and expose her neck to the male, sign enough to show for her acceptance. Shortly thereafter, the female endorsed the ambition of the dragon by lowering her chest and raising her rear high for him.

After spreading her legs and lifting her tail, the heavy weight of the red dragon bore down on her back as he sneered in his wake of personal conquest. The marked stench of both dragons seed upon that loose fuck-hole was enough to attract his cum-covered rod to bear upon her. From acceptance to eagerness, the blue drake closed her eyes and breathed slowly in the cycle of breeding.

Used to the feeling of her love hole being pounded into a senseless river of pleasure, the drake gritted her teeth in filling desire. Before she knew it, her thighs tensed at the familiar stretch of her vaginal chamber. Each second made the female glint and tense as her walls swallowed inch after inch of dragon cock. The smearing drooling fluids that salivated her pussy mounds smothered her loose folds with his spunk, making the drake moan and shut her eyes in the immense pleasure his cum-addled shaft.

Eventually, after a few moments of touch and easing tensions, Iloria started to relax and allow her tense thighs to soften up to the burly figure of the dragons size. Just by the sensation alone, the drake took in the dragon's mental thoughts and mired herself in anticipation of what he would do...

Smug in the sensation, the dragon eased his cock further and further into her depths, enough for him to bask in the pleasure of her submissive resolution; for she herself could not do anything... like all the females he had bred before him. Not even fully into her slick cooter, the male rubbed his silking, scaled body into the back of the drake and placed a free paw along her entrance, spreading, milking, and rubbing her loose nub in the face of his controlled intentions.

Suddenly, the dragon changed his gentle approach and reverted back to an old one...

Before she could even think, the stinking, smelling red dragon moved placed a paw on her hips. Quick in succession, Flamespitter raised his thick meat out of her stinking hole, aimed his cocktip right at the entrance of her mounds again and sunk his flesh deep into her loose muff. Unwilling to give her time to prepare, the dragon started a rapid pace whilst fucking her raw... wanting her to feel the futility of her craving needs. This was all she was good for, especially for the dragon as he rocked his hips back and forth against the tight folds of her pussy in mass.

Surprised, the broodmother-ly drake whined out of place and squealed the second Flamespitter changed his motives to be a hungry dragon who had never tasted clit or filled female flesh. The deeper and deeper he went, Iloria could feel her clitoral mounds building up more and more pressure within the confines of her inner heat. As the pounding of flesh resonated into the escalating pace of thrusts and stuffing of cock meat, Iloria panted harder and harder when the male took advantage of her bodily cravings.

By high tide, the dragon took an even greater pace and dominated her still. Reclaiming the mark he had instilled upon her scruff, the dragon clamped his jaw on her spot and pressed her low to the ground. Powerful strokes of his body continued to swell while the female took in the dripping callaces of spunk and pre while the male sweatted and pumped his meat harder into her cocksleeve.

He soon pumped into her with eagerness overwhelming as he spread her before him, plunging deep into her velvet depths. Moving his way down into her, he pushed her to the floor his dominant attitude, taking charge as he pushed her upper body into the ground and plowed into her.

His animalistic thrusts sent waves of pleasure through them both as he began to growl harder drooling slightly like an animal rutting her in heat. His length pressed deep into her craving depths, filling her senses with him and his thick musk as he scratched lightly at her, growing rougher with his treatment as he claimed her as his own.

She soon felt the stinking broodfather pump his meat further into her depths before nipping her ear. He wanted her to feel good in his dominance, to demonstrate an invigoration greater than mind, heart, or soul, but a manner of seeing the animal within...

At this point into the rapid pace of draconic sexual vigor and mere feminine moans and needs, the drake was quick to lose her mind in a senseless state of rut and desire. Her mind was gone in the crashing waves of pleasure, even as it vibrated her loose cooter and numbed everything else. Her legs were shaking as the pressure continued to build harder and harder within her mounds, the short clenching spasms enough for the male to see she was nearing a climax.

Without a hitch, the dragon snarled against the female's body and thrusts his cock further and further into her mounds. She could feel the base of her pussy spreading wider and wider until eventually, the male finally hilted her muff. Pleasing moans and tight gasps were the last things that the male heard in his stuffings, mind addled in the same state whilst giving the female a reason to be thankful for. He could also feel a pressure slowly building in the base of his shaft, a sign that he was also close to the end..

Understanding that she was now a whore of the dragon in her state, the female, in her raised hips, bucked against the dragon with a whine of need. The second the dragon felt her buck, he snarled in pleasure and pounded her flesh even more.

The throbs of his animalistic passion continued as he neared his orgasm. Pressing hard against her she could feel the thick size trying to force It inside her greatly stretching her walls. With a wet pop the female could easily feel her belly expand as the dragon pumped himself in deeper and filled her more than ever before. Despite her clenching he quickened his pace his thrusts hindered by the massive climax, that kept him from pulling much in, but it was enough. With a roar he bit into her shoulder, his thrusts coming faster, before with one final thrust he pressed into her and began to fill her.

_"Prepare for a bellyful of eggs..."

_ His seed spread throughout her womb filling with the thick jet of spunk as he pumped it inside her. There was so much of his potent seed sloshing around within her she already looked near expecting. Growling, he continued to hold her there with his teeth continuing to mark her as his climax continued to pump her fuller and her clit dripping large dumps of his cum...

In the throbs of animalistic passion, Iloria moaned aloud and cried in the face of such a vibrant and ultimate climax of epic proportions. The female's own crescendo of sex splotched from her velvet depths and shook the female in her place. Her legs quivered while the mixed juices of male and female rolled down her hind legs in great waves, making a puddle beneath her. Already a servant to his lust, feeling his seed expand her belly surprised the female in how much cum could be stored in a single male...

Within the aftermath of such a sexual deviancy to tradition, the red dragon, snarling and panting of lust and greed, rubbed her inflated belly and licked into her scales.

He was ready to continue into the heaves of another breeding ceremony of slaps and squelches...

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The coming hours would prove to be a peaking sensation which covered the dragons in their own needs. Flamespitter, after having taken pleasure in the releases of the female drake, he wanted more from her plush nub. After being taken once, twice, and a legion of times, the young drake basked in his flurries of thrusts and took in the seed which spurted and smothered her pussy mounds.

Come to the fifth climax that Flamespitter pumped into her organ, she was sure that every ova in her snatch had been covered and fertilized by the whole. Since repeating his attempts to take up all her unmade eggs, the dragon took some pleasure for himself and smothered her scales in the release of his seed. When he had taken out his cock before climax, the throbbing tip spurted out and marked several areas where her slender form had taken place. Once his spunk reached their marks, they would trail down her scales and smeared its residue upon her hide.

Since then, the drake would soon be left alone to bask in the aftermath of her pleasure. Her hole ached with intense numbness of desired harmony. Many areas of her scales had a shiny reflection and a stink that reeked off of her hide. All the while in her silence, her entire form was weak and without the energy to move and dwell. Either she would smell the stench around her and rest, or bask in the dragons work and admire that she was at least worth something to the great red dragon.

No matter how things were, the young drake rested peacefully on her back in the mouth of the cave. Nothing could disturb her slumber as her cum-covered body was surrounded in a cacophony of cum puddles and stench-filled afterglows. Whatever she was given or used to admire for, her essence in the power of the elements graced her in twos'. Two males to give her many pairs of hatchlings and two elements gifted to her legacy.

Everything for her was a bliss, a reminder that she herself desired to keep...

And in the deep sleep that consumed the female in rest, the distant shadows that overlooked the female dwelled far from where she rest. The two dragons in the females' life stood across from each other and dwelled in the solace of ones pleasure and in the work of another.

"We sure gave her something to think about in the coming months." Nightbringer commented. His full standing body enough for the young red dragon as he stood on his haunches and dwelled in the self pleasures within his mind. "Yeah, you with your elemental speech and me with my shaft." Flamespitter grinned, looking to the great black dragon with a toothy remark. However, as the red male dwelled in pride, the black male turned his great mass to him.

"Just remember that I get my fill with your female sires, you promised me that much when I let them come near you for 'teaching', Flamespitter." With that, the toothy red dragon merely breathed a joking manner before nodding in turn to his dotage. "She might get all defensive about her promises, protection, and broodmother-ly teachings; but I will follow on my promises. The only thing we will have to deal with, is the sons of our youth. If she is able to wield the abilities of the elements as a drake, imagine the power of our sires when they unlock theirs." The red male pointed out.

Snarling, Nightbringer had to agree to that seething truth. Flamespitter was right about the dragon's point of elemental gifts and shows of excellence. Should the males discover their power, they could be able to change the balance of power, especially when a single female was able to do it by other means. "Maybe her words ring true when she started talking about making the human notions of settling down and building up." With that, the two dragons looked to the drake, who was still sleeping and sighing in the spunk-filled tank of her place.

"I wonder... did she ever speak to you about her life before?" Flamespitter asked, his head soon turning to the dragon where he was. The black male merely shrugged as he too was curious about her origins. "All I know was that she was confused... but not reluctant to my approach when dominating her like any other female in a males quarry. All she told me was that she came from the desert one night before she went to sleep. But that was many moon cycles ago..." Nightbringer brought up, merely looking to the male in a bout of shrugs and uncertainty.

Before long, the red dragon turned his eyes to the tunnel that led to the entrance. "Then we must know how she figured out how to use the element of essence. That was meant for the greatest of dragonkind..." Queer to this thought, the black turned his head and looked to the male. "How do you know this?"

"Tales of the great war speak of this... only a dragon who is the last line of a race can bear that mark..."

_Thank you everyone who is currently and/or catching up to the series! As for this edition to the storyline, I hope you all like the content, both NSFW and SFW that has been provided. I greatly apologize for the massive delay that has been brought upon you, but with family emergencies taking hold in life and college placing a heavy presence, I will adjust to the change of lifestyle and hope to bring you all weekly content as things start to balance out. _

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