VI: Outside the valley, there still be dragons.

The king had warned the population of his kingdom about the fact that a dragon far bigger than any the world had ever seen lived in the valley hidden by the mountains, but when, for the first time, a shadow flew out from that place, the warning didn't stop anyone from freaking out. Those with a little bit of knowledge of math made a couple of calculations while those familiar with dragons themselves made an educated guess and all of those people came to the same conclusion: either the sun was playing some weird trick or the dragon was terrifyingly huge. From the distance and the size of the shadow they estimated it to have a wingspan of almost a hundred feet, for each wing of course, which then brought his rough size to over twenty feet of height and god knew how heavy. The soldiers that received those numbers looked at the weapons prepared for slaying dragons and the dragon slayers did the same, both parties giving up on the spot, outright refusing to attack the behemoth had it decided to come down and make a mess. They were heroes, not idiots. But the king once more told the people to be calm, that the dragon was tame and cooperative as long as no one bothered him. Some wondered just how had the king managed to tame such a monster. The worry of the general populace disappeared as soon as the monster flew over the confines of the kingdom a day later. Now it was some other king's job to deal with it.

From the high of his flight route, Hal was obviously unaware of this happening on the ground, even when he landed to rest in the evening he chose a spot far enough from everything that could either bother him or be afraid of him. For the first day back into the wild he'd take it easy, the day after he could consider maybe, a big maybe, getting near a settlement and ask for direction or something. As morning came however, the thought of getting close to a human settlement for any reason made him feel... nervous, for some reason. Excluding the king and his subordinates, the last time he had seen a human was the day he had left the town of Tuk and headed out in the wider world.

With no idea of where to go or what to do at all, Hal was left with only one choice: pick a random direction and keep going until something happened. It was a bad idea and one with many, many holes and problems but he didn't really have anything else to go on. And so, as a gust of wind blew against him, Hal turned around and decided to follow the flow of air, even if just to ride the currents for a while. Sometime around the third day, Hal felt that his body was extremely suited for flight but there was one little detail that made everything annoying and that was the swaying masses on his backside that sent his balance off. For so long he hadn't gone a single day without relieving the pressure and now it was already the third one since he had emptied into Hela and left her to be extremely pregnant, thus his package had swollen back to its normal size and from time to time his cock would peek out and bother him to no end. Hal was strong enough to fight it and still be able to fly but it was rather annoying to go around for long distances like that and so he landed.

The plan was to tap into that power that he had witnessed first-hand but on a more conscious level now: he'd shrink down just enough to walk comfortably and save some energy from air resistance. However, actually going through with the plan was revealed to be much harder than expected and despite many hours of concentration and work, he was still as large as before, if not more and just as aroused by days of abstinence.

"Crap... I should have thought about this a little bit more." Hal sighed and rolled on his back, basking in the last few hours of sunlight of the day, the heft of his sack rested firmly on the ground and his spire snugly placed between his head and forelimbs, dripping large globs of pre. "But I can't turn back now..." That would be a mess and frankly embarrassing for him. He had made such bold claims to his mates that he was now forced to get moving with that 'mission' of his.

Time passed slowly as he thought of what to do once again, focusing on the close and distant heat sources, feeling the soft hum of his heart beating through him and the swaying mass between his legs that made itself ever known every time he moved. Breath by breath, heartbeat after heartbeat, Hal quietly descended into a moment of utter peace and quiet, with the only noise around him being the wind and his own breathing and humming. Back at the valley, such a thing would have been impossible, be it because of his mates, his children or the host of gryphons and other dragons around him. Here, he had some peace, at long last. Following that peace, Hal relaxed every muscle in his body, going limp for a few minutes, silently dozing off but that peace was quickly broken by a new feeling and something else: his eyes shot open as he went to search for the cause of the disturbance. There was nothing around him, nothing at all, only trees and dead leaves, which meant that the disturbance came from somewhere else. He craned his head and looked at his own body, failing to see what was wrong, and still, the feeling of... something was every present.

In a wild guess and a somewhat desperate attempt after so many failed ones, Hal wished, no, willed his body to match his mind, to submit to him. He expected nothing at all for once and instead got what he wanted: with shivers and shudders, the large, obscene mass of his sack compressed once, twice and more, still sloshing strongly but clearly smaller. Following that, his sheath also seemed to shrink to an extent, shrinking till it was but a quarter of what it was before and so was his spire, shortened to a mere eight or so feet, pitifully small compared to his frame. Hal was more amazed by this than saddened by the sight, though there was a small worm that bothered him: what if he failed to return to his true size? Wouldn't he be going around with a prick that even his children could beat? Worry took hold of his mind and the spell was halted, broken and instantly reversed as the compressed mass ballooned out to its previous proportions and throbbed five times harder than before. On one hand he felt glad that he could change size back and forth but on the other... the process, just like a few days before, had made him a few times more sensitive and needy than usual.

Hal stared at the painfully hard erection like it was the first time he was seeing it and felt the insane need to release all of his seed somewhere, right then and there. His arousal took hold and he decided he'd not care about any other living being nor about the land, he had to come and that he would do. Lost any manner of restraint, Hal once again tapped into his power and further expanded his frame and bulk, experimenting in a drunken haze of pleasure, reaching well over thirty feet in height and strapped onto a cock that surpassed that in the fifties. A mere drop of pre was now as big as an average human tent and soaked the ground itself beyond what the earth itself could handle but Hal wanted to see just how much more explosive his climax would be at that size.

Moving, not to mention walking, proved to be a bit of a hassle but he managed to get somewhere where he felt like he could release in some manner of peace and safety for other creatures, though the trench his balls and sheath had dug by the mere size they possessed was quite the dangerous one to cross, filled with musky precum and ballsweat. That was as far as he'd go for them, now it was his turn. His maw opened and his tongue darted to lick at the engorged flesh, making the entirety of his body shiver at the heightened pleasure that that single lick made him feel. The salty aftertaste lingered strong and Hal went in for more and more, not able to taste his pre as the tip from which he could drink from was too far for him. He didn't care that much though and so he returned to tending to his other need, his hind paws kneading his sack for that extra bit of stimulation. In the same fit of arousal that made him grow, he willed for his sack to swell and swell, feeling the pressure fade and be replaced by the sheer bliss of hundreds of tonnes of seed sloshing behind him, the taut skin wobbling against his backside. Still new to the wonders of conscious change, Hal failed to restrain himself and came from the sensation of having his balls reach his height in diameter and then unload their content. The first single shot raced through the entire length and made it bulge obscenely despite its ludicrous size and landed hundreds of feet away from him, making dozens of trees fall and crash on the muddy ground. The several thousand gallon shot was but one and the others that followed were just as impressive but even that failed to make much of a dent in the sloshing mass. The pressure was growing faster than he could release it and that was getting to be a problem as veritable rivers of pearly white produce formed and flowed down the side of the mountain.

Struggling to stay awake and not lose himself in the throes of pleasure, Hal focused what little part of himself wasn't engrossed into mind-numbing bliss and willed for his spire to be able to match the output fully. It proved to be the right and the wrong choice at the same time: the pressure faded again as the practical flow increased, a geyser of seed running through his length to an extent that even the gods watching over him gasped and looked away, afraid and aroused by his virility. The massive balls quickly slowed their growth and began shrinking but Hal wasn't conscious enough to see that, too busy grabbing, biting, licking and worshipping his cock now that he could barely touch the ground while strapped on it. His frame and bulk grew and grew till his shoulders surpassed the tips of the trees and still he went on and on, still coming, still flooding the land with his orgasm and still he was far from anything resembling an end. Tears flowed down his eyes and onto the moss, adding to the seed that bounced off the ground and splashed onto him. At the feet of the mountain, the once bone dry and dead river began to flow with life again, though the content wasn't water but thick seed. It managed to revive the long dead vegetation and nurse the land back to health as hundreds of thousands of gallons flowed through it, absorbed and used to create life. When Hal finally came to and saw what had happened to him and the land around him, he could do little more than gape and swallow his saliva: trees that rivalled his gigantic bulk in width rose from the ground, firmly anchored to the earth itself, the previously dead river was now brimming with life and water as the concentrated seed had dug into the soil and awoke a sleeping well. The animals that survived the flood had grown bigger, stronger and looked tremendously tasty. At the same time, crystals broke through the rock and absorbed the life-giving seed and stored it as energy, ripe for the taking.

Hal couldn't believe what he was seeing at all, now could he believe that he had grown to become close to... to be honest he had no idea, though his equipment didn't swell any more than that. Fearing that he'd grow even more and that he'd fail once again to contain himself, he shrunk as fast as possible back to his previous size, small but still enormous for a dragon, consciously limiting his changes to his balls and cock so that they'd actually match his size. Left with a sack was taut and dense as stone itself, a mere, three feet in diameter and only, which made him smile, only ten or so feet of cock, no... he decided to make that fifteen just because. Finally able to fly comfortably, Hal chuckled and took off, headed for somewhere in the same direction the wind blew. Apparently that had been the right choice for him.

But as he flew with a carefree expression, humming to himself, down on the ground and back on that mountain, a party of humans and other races that had seen the change of the land, rushed to get dibs on the wildlife and the riches that Hal had granted them. Few failed to see that it had been a dragon to cause this, but even the masses didn't exactly know how it had done so. Still, the humans of the kingdom of Alleria finally defeated the famine with the new crops that had grown on the mountain and started sharing the excess with the other kingdoms while elves and dwarves shockingly cooperated to cut down the trees and smelt the newly made ore, as one was too hard for the flimsy elven tools and the other was too dense with magic for the talentless dwarven shamans. Weapons and armours were already being produced but a few days after the event, with the new industries born to cut and process the titanic trees and the magical ores spreading across the surrounding of the mountain. Then again, the one who was the cause of this all was just as unaware of it, though he knew that something would happen, as many of the races and people that still hadn't met the dragon or his magic.

After the event, Hal kept going for a couple more days, still headed for wherever the wind took him, going farther and farther north, following what he discovered to be a storm in its infancy. Maybe it had been his presence that created it in the first place or maybe it was a god that was trying to nudge him somewhere, maybe it was just a storm, that didn't change the fact that he'd have to land soon. His wings ached and the cold air was starting to be a bother to inhale, not to mention the rain that occasionally caught up with him and bathed his scales in freezing drops that merely tickled him or the air currents that played quite a few tricks on him, forcing a tired dragon to keep his senses sharp in order not to come crashing down on the ground. When the day was about to end, Hal sighed and aimed for the ground, landing with a thud that made the trees nearby shake and fall wherever the ground was too soft to hold them up. He walked and walked under the now pouring rain and kept grumbling to himself and the sky as if that could help him stop the weather from bothering him and, deep down, wondered if one day he could actually be able to do so by simply willing it. For now he'd have to settle down with a half damp cave that opened under a tiny cliff, one of the few places that were not entirely wet by the time he found them. Hal had to squeeze himself through the entrance, remembering only a moment too late, when he was already in, that he could have tried to compress himself a little bit more. The thought of what had happened the day before was still fresh though, which left him with a weirdly mixed feeling of being glad that he hadn't tried that and wanting to try it out soon.

Still, he was in and delved deeper in the cave system, occasionally spewing fire to heat and dry up the place enough for his rather high standards. The marks of his flames followed him and finally stopped when he settled down for the night and slumped to his side, huffing in displeasure when he called for his mates and remembered that they weren't there to keep him company. He still had to adjust to that idea. He promised himself that next time he'd bring at least a couple of children with him, or, even better, Hela herself, maybe Drak if he wanted to. Nala... he was sure she'd prefer to continue to tend to her younglings more than going out and flying for long hours. In a few minutes he fell asleep, curled up on himself to keep the smouldering heat of his body all packed up in the small cave. At the same time, marching under the storm and so very went and tired and cold, was a small column of what could only be called nagas and lamias, serpent people if you wanted to lump them together and not make any distinction.

"Byra, please, the cave we found before was fine! Let us go back to that place and rest!" A naga with a wide cobra hood, currently flared to keep most of the rain off of his face, a task failed almost entirely. The person he was speaking to, an older lamia that stopped moving and slapped his face with the very end of her tail.

"I said that place smelled weird and that I saw some dangerous vines hanging from the ceiling. That place was a trap." She glared at him though the glare was lost in the rain and the wind. "I know you're all tired but we need to find a real place to settle down." Byra stopped staring at him and moved over to the others, over twenty tired individuals that just wanted to get some sleep and a good night's rest. "The next cave will be the last one for today, if it's nice we can even think to settle down for a while." The group felt some relief at those words and the morale rose, just enough to make them slither on the mud a bit faster.

The migrating village kept going for another hour under conditions that for any reptilian race other than crocodiles was utter hell, their tails deep in the mud and soiled. The several crates of food and provisions and clothes were the one thing they had to keep covered at all costs, reason for which their journey had been slowed to a crawl that day. When the hour mark rang they finally, finally found the place they had been seeking: a large cave that was very dry, sheltered from the rain thanks to a small rocky protrusion. But Byra didn't feel happy when they marched in and started going deeper to seek the heat of the mother earth.

"Stop." The column sighed and braced themselves for whatever was coming for them. "There are scorch marks on the walls and... that smell... there's a damn dragon here!" She looked at her people and didn't see the fear that name carried, only tiredness. "I said there is a dragon."

"We heard you." A low voice came from the middle of the group and the head of a viper came out, looking just as tired as the rest of them. "We just can't keep going any more than this, Byra, we're tired and it's raining. You said this would be the one cave we wouldn't skip." The younglings of the village also raised their heads and looked between him and her, wondering who'd win the battle, the leader or her husband?

"Alright, let's keep going forward. Maybe the dragon will allow us to stay for the night."

Chances were, it wouldn't or rather, he wouldn't. The scent was a male one and males of their species tend to be rather pissed when a whole lot of intruders come crashing down on them and their lair or nest. She decided to walk forward, ahead of the group, to scout and make sure they'd not get scared when they saw the owner of the place but even her wasn't ready for the monster that was sleeping in the last of the caves in the complex, nor the heat that his breath caused. The raindrops slowly evaporated just by being near him. One of the younger kids let out a happy squeal as his scales warmed up and that, made the dragon wake up. Two large pupils opened right in front of them and startled the village people with the deepness of colour and intensity.

"Hmm... what's going on here?"

"We're just..." Byra moved further ahead and took the courage to speak. "We're migrating south, but the storm caught us unprepared and we're now all extremely tired and hungry. We just want to rest a little around here."

"Sure, why not, I was feeling quite lonely." The dragon actually smiled and shifted around, making the cave shake in his wake. "I usually sleep with my mates and children but I have also decided to go and travel for a while, coincidentally, the same storm made me land here though it was a few hours ago." Byra slowly felt more relaxed, be it the tiredness or the soothing heat. "You must be cold."

"Yes, we're not dragons, we cannot heat ourselves from within as easily as you do."

"Come then, I'm plenty hot for everyone." The giant, of which she didn't know the exact size, opened up from the large cocoon he had curled up in and shoved his belly to the village. A blast of heat compressed under him hit them with the strength of a summer sun and with it came a soothing scent, no, a musk that made their heads spin in glee. "I can warm you up if you wish."

"That'd... that would be very nice of you." Byra did her best to try and avoid the groin area where she knew the dragon's softer bits rested but she failed to completely escape the magnetic pull of it. She wasn't sure whether the others had noticed it too, because what she saw was something she couldn't have imagined to see even in a dream: he was big, but not just big, massive and it wasn't just due to his sheer size. Even for one as gigantic as he was, the dragon was simply oversized. He seemed to have noticed her stares but didn't say anything, which was good for her.

"Come then, there's more than enough space for all of you under my wings." To highlight that part, the dragon slightly spread one so that it'd encompass them and gently began to pull everyone that was nearby next to him, with the help of his massive limbs and tail. Soon the entirety of their party was enveloped by his mass and started warming up for real, embraced by heat and the gentle musk. Hal had gone out of his way to reduce the intensity down so that they'd not be too affected, he too wanted to sleep after all. "There you go." Byra smile wryly at the exceedingly gentle act on part of a creature that was commonly regarded as stubborn if not outright hostile.

"Why are you helping us this much? We just asked for some heat, we could have just slept in a corner..."

"True, but that wouldn't have been as nice as this, would it?" The smile was deeper this time, showing that despite the nice words and gentle movements, he was still a machine of death in every aspect. "I have grown to love being close to my family and warm them up so I hope you'll forgive me if I want to use you as a replacement." She was shocked for just a moment but then nodded, even if weakly. "My name is Hal by the way."

"Byra." Hal nodded and slowly curled his head on his forelimb and closed his eyes. It was a clear signal and even the kids got that he wanted to sleep, for the moment, no more words, not that they'd have the energy to do so anyway.

Culled by a strong heartbeat and a stronger wall of scales for them to lean on and the warmth he provided, the caravan easily fell asleep in minutes. Tired beyond any means, it wasn't a wonder that it happened so fast, only Byra managed to hold on for a few more minutes, even if to check that not one of them was missing and that everyone was safe with her. In the end, she too had to give in. As the night passed, the storm increased in strength by many times and the vibrations from the thunder managed to reach them through the rock. Luckily they had hauled all of their stuff inside with them.

At the same time, while the storm got stronger and stronger, Hal finally fell into complete stillness, totally asleep, to the point that his control over his own body slowly started to recede and the compressed mass began to expand back to its original size. His sack swelled and sloshed with seed and reached well over five feet in diameter while the sheath pushed out and out, thickening along with his scent, trapped inside the dome of his wings. His attempt to hold it back had now gone to waste as they not only got a whiff of him but a full-on bath, breathing him and only him for the entire night to the point that mere contact with someone else's scales would make a male erect or a female go in heat, only the youngest of the children, those who weren't adults and not ready yet were 'spared' the pleasure of his musk though their dreams weren't all that pure anymore.

In the heart of the night, following the stroking of the many bodies under his belly and the day of restraint he had placed on himself, Hal grew hard and pushed the lamias and nagas out of the way as his cock flopped out, half hard but at its average size and girth. In their sleep some nagas had coiled themselves around him only thanks to their long tails and squeezed whenever they inhaled air. Their own lust and arousal was strong enough that under any normal circumstance it would have caused a colony-wide rut or signalled the start of the mating season but next to Hal, it meant little to nothing.

Eventually some started to wake up and, before their thoughts even connected together, they were already lost to his musk and lapped at his flesh and every crevice in search of fluids or more pleasure that he could give them. Byra too woke up and somehow put together a piece or two of the situation and looked at Hal who was staring at the frolicking mass of snake coils.

"I'm terribly sorry Byra, it seems as I slept I lost control over the spell that kept me in check." The haze of his scent made it hard to think but she was the chief and as such she wasn't exactly weak-minded. "I thought I could hold it for the night and I apologize."

"It's... ok... I-I think... it certainly feels good." She wobbled, her tail and waist muscles failing to hold her up. Hal moved his head to support her, earning a weak lick on his snout. "Just... what are you?"

"You could call me an agent of the gods." Hal spoke but his words didn't really register in her mind, pushed aside from the emergence of his spire to full mast. Several lamias rushed to the leaking slit and began drinking from it, stretching the flesh and lapping the soft walks inside. "The storm has intensified quite a lot while we were out, I don't think you should leave." Byra nodded absentmindedly. "And I have a place where you all can enjoy even more warmth and safety until the rain stops." Some turned their heads at his words and begged him to show them where this place was, making him chuckle. With a tap of his hind paws he hinted at his swelling sack, shivering already at the prospect of what he would feel in mere minutes. "You can be with me and be safe, warm and happy for as long as you need, wait the storm out without the need to eat or worry. I'll take care of everything and if thing get too bad I might even try to find a home for you all." As if the promise of more warmth wasn't enough, the rest only became extra icing on a big cake.

"What do we have to do to repay you?" Byra wasn't sure whether this dragon was being generous or had a second plan in mind but Hal just licked her, removing what little clothing she still had with his tongue and tossing it out. His muscle felt like burning coals on her flushed scales and when it brushed on her swollen sex she could do little more than shiver.

"You just need to be nice and relax, I just want to have fun and see what the future will bring." Once again she felt like doubting his words but he had already been nice to them for no reason, offering even more for their comfort and he smelled so good... he couldn't be lying to them. "Hmm, start sliding in, I can't wait to see what you'll look like from the inside... it's going to be the first time I take so many creatures inside me." by now his words were lost in the musky air as even Byra had reached for his tip and pressed her lips to it, squeezing the last few feet of it in her coils and kissing the soft and yet steel hard flesh. "Go." She was the chief, the first of her village by intelligence and might and she was also the first to plunge head first into the canal that was Hal's urethra.

The dragon hissed as she slid in effortlessly, thanks to the copious pre and her slick scales and slender form. She was so different from bulky dragons or even gryphons, like a long, long rope that never seemed to end and got sucked into his waiting depths like a man would eat noodles. Her tail wagged and squirmed to move herself deeper and provide more pleasure to him. Occasionally his muscles would spasm, squeeze her hard enough to stop her in her tracks but never hurting her, pumping more pre from the source. When the tip of her tail finally disappeared, Hal sighed and caught but a single breath before another jumped in and squirmed even harder in the desire to reach their chief inside him. But those waiting didn't just stand there, no, their lust took hold and began to mate right in front of him like he had seen many times though the ball of coils and moans presented to his eyes was certainly exotic. The cobra who spoke to Byra under the rain made his way to Hal's snout and flexed his tail, presenting his body to him as well as his rather sizeable members, both a deep purple and glistening with his slit fluids.

"Oh? Someone's awfully daring..." Hal pressed his snout right under the base of those wonderful cocks and inhaled. Being used to his own scent made it so that everything else was just fine and that he could smell the salty tanginess of the naga's male members and their virility. "Maybe you're not going with the others, no, you... taste too good not to eat." The naga shivered in fear and pleasure and made Hal smile as he licked the other male from slit to head one and then twice over. "Worry not, you'll come out just as hole as when you got in if not even more gifted than before. In fact, I think you could do just fine with a friend or two." There were more than twenty slithering bodies around, surely a couple less down his cock wouldn't cause too many problems. The cobra beamed up and hurried to grab the first other naga that he could get his scaled hands on and kissed him deeply. The two seemed to forget about their new destination and rubbed their erections together, further lubing each other up. "Don't forget about me you two." Hal opened his large maw and took in the two males to the hilt of their cocks, suckling on them like a sweet candy and taking them ever close to a glorious orgasm.

Meanwhile the crowd of snakes was still humping their way down the waiting line as one by one the villagers slid inside him, having already reached the five or six individual, hard to tell with the sloshing and squirming mass. Hal fought the building orgasm and instead enlarged his spire so that more than one could pass at a time. It wasn't a second before three tried to jam themselves down his length, the entirety of their bodies making his flesh stretch and thrum with pleasure. In cue with the furious lovemaking within the confines of his sack and his growing lust, the diameter of the sweaty orbs expanded by a couple of feet and was bound to expand even more as they worked ten times as hard to work over the intruding snakes. Seeing that his cock was plugged by three overenthusiastic lamias, Hal rumbled deeply and took the situation in his paws again: the flesh of his spire squirmed and started actively swallowing the occupants, muscle rippling rhythmically to drag them in. His nuts gurgled loudly with the sudden addition of three new masses and protested when three more were immediately sent in as his cock seemed to come to life and searched for prey and swallowed them down.

Hal relaxed and resumed sucking off the two nagas humping his mouth, teasing their lengths until they rippled and bulged, ultimately unloading fresh seed for him to taste. Their minds went blank as each shot drained their energy more and more until they were but a pile of blissful snake coils that slid with ease in Hal's gullet, barely making a bump in his throat and stomach. Several more minutes passed and then it was only him left in the cave, along with a few of the crates of supplies while their owners squirmed about together in his sack. The bronze skin was stretched taut but not overly so, surely not as much as the day before of course but still quite big, full of two dozen living beings busy mating in there. It was hard to say just how wide they had become since the wall of the cave made them deform and slosh, but he could bet they were at least as tall as he was. His cock made itself known by shooting pre in unholy amounts on his snout and Hal welcomed the tip with an open maw and thrust the engorged tip in, craning his neck until the two nagas in his stomach were met with it and started tending it, getting bathed in a roiling sea of cum after mere seconds. The dragon allowed himself to come until his gut paunched outwards after several more long and excruciating minutes of self and assisted sucking. Despite needing to come more and empty his protesting balls, Hal instead went to sleep again, cradling in the heat of his own spire and occasionally licking the tip or swallowing a few hundred gallons whenever the paunch shrunk to a more normal degree, keeping the two inside permanently submerged in seed.

Unaware of the passage of time and only focused on the feelings of his overzealous body, Hal spent close to a week in that cave as the storm picked up intensity and raged out of his reach or calmed down to a manageable trickle only to return to full strength again. He needed time to accomplish whatever his body had in mind and he'd take as much as needed for that, sleeping or dozing off for days on end or simply relishing in the sensations before falling into the land of dreams again. Sometimes he felt like he had spoken with that god again but he then forgot about it as the mass of snakes reached a new stage of development. By the end of the first week and the beginning of the eighth day, Hal woke up completely, feeling overly full and satisfied: it was time.

With a squeeze of his gut, he woke up the two swirling about inside it, no need for gentle measures at the moment. Hal gagged and threw them up with little care, as well as several dozen gallons of what didn't taste like his seed and looked at the two new beings he made: they were tall, taller than they had been, well, longer in their case, reaching up to thirty feet of pure scales and muscle, jet black with but a few exotic marks on the inside of their hoods that resembled a pair of eyes, while their actual eyes were pure gold.

"Well, did you have fun in there?" No words came out, instead, the two's members spoke for them far louder than what voice could do: they still had the same two purple cocks, but they were now far thicker, longer and proportioned to their new size, not to mention they wriggled with life and swayed like proper snakes. "You're so beautiful, my pretties." He lowered his head to meet the two halfway as they rose above the ground, the three exchanging saliva and kisses in a silent and messy encounter.

"We have to thank you for this gift of new life you gave us." The one that had been the cobra broke the silence. "My name is Jaltak, and he is Torak, we know that but... what are we now?" Hal saw the worry in their eyes: they knew that they weren't nagas anymore but something else and they feared that. He smiled softly and gave each a lick on their snouts.

"You're my newest creation, a new race destined to go and wander around the world. You were brave enough to come to me and so I gave you a different fate than your kin, or my body did so at least." He chuckled, licking his lips. "You shall be the guards of your weaker family, as you're much stronger than what you can imagine, you will protect them from those that do not understand my works and that want to hurt them. Your kin will be no weaker than before but you are ten or twenty times that now, you're their Guards." The two bowed their heads to him, hoods closed in utter respect and devotion.

"Are you a god perhaps?" Torak asked, eager to know.

"I don't know, maybe I am, maybe I will be but for now, I just work for the gods themselves in order to bring change to this stale world. I did something before today, taking mates for myself and creating my family and servants but you shall be the first of the multitude of races I will make in the future. Be happy because of that." Glee filled the two Guards' hearts as they began seeing the bronze dragon as much more than even the gods they worshipped. Those guys didn't come to them and didn't improve their lives regardless of how many prayers or gifts given to them after all. "Now we need to tend to your kin, they are still asleep inside me. Help me turn around." The two ex-nagas slithered around him and pushed his massive frame till he was laying on his side and then onto his feet. The incredible difference in size seemed to matter very little now that the change was complete, shocking the two and even Hal himself. "Good." He shivered as ripples made his body tremble and spasm with rhythmical contractions. "I don't know how they will come out but in case it's eggs, help me push them aside and see if there are any problems."

"There is no need to worry, we have been tending to our young for years now." Jaltak puffed his chest proudly while he slowly kneaded Hal's sack and tried to coax his people to come out of the week long slumber.

"Alight..." Another shiver ran through his body. This was the first time he actually birthed from his maleness but he felt confident the result would be more than satisfying. "Let's start." His body followed the command and started contracting his sack in short spasm and shrunk inch by inch. Soon enough they started seeing large spheres being pressed against the taut skin and jostling around with other shapes of varying sizes, but all rather sizeable. "It's eggs alright." It seemed to be a rather common way of transformation for him, probably because of the reptilian nature and also because eggs come out far more easily than a baby and are sturdier than them as well.

The two Guards stood by him, helping the eggs move around and massaging his sore muscles even before the actual process started completely, showing that they had been indeed familiar with tending to females who had to lay. He was fundamentally different but whatever change had happened to them other than a pure boost in strength and physique also carried to their minds and made them all the more skilled. Hal relaxed and let the first egg begin its journey out of his length. The shape bulged out his root and stopped for a moment until the contractions of his cock's muscles made it slide forward at regular intervals. Around the time it reached the middle point a second one rushed to get in and made Hal shiver even more strongly than before as his member tried to push both at the same time and failed to do so. The Guards saw his distress and went to work: Jaltak slithered in front of Hal and took his muzzle in his smaller hands and guided it down until it was met with his cocks and gently shoved them in.

The strong flow of pre on the massive tongue calmed the dragon down enough for his muscles to relax and allow Torak to coil himself on Hal's length, stretching his own body far beyond the twenty feet he had started with and pinched the two eggs apart, sending one further along the line and finally out of his cock. The egg dropped onto the floor and rolled, guided by the second Guard's free tail and onto the side of the cave as he thrust inside that giant maw. Hal decided that he'd allow this to continue for a little while but the twin members in his mouth, though tasty and musky enough, were far too small for his tastes, prompting his magic to trigger. Jaltak shivered and grabbed onto the large snout for dear life as his spires ballooned out and thickened so much that his slit started to spread around them until they were thicker than his arms and even more, lengthening in the process. The two feet long spires reached five feet in mere seconds, giving Hal more area to play with, as well as more fluids to drink. Torak felt slightly envious of this but since he was rubbing his own erections onto the dragon's massive spire he couldn't complain and he also had a task to carry out before that.

As the second egg slid out, a third and a fourth made their way into the canal and fought for the right to be first, prompting Torak to separate the two and help them get out in order. In the following hour, one by one, they all were birthed, dropped onto the floor and then moved aside by the Guards, always with care and always keeping an eye on the one laying them. By the time the egg number fifteen he had brought the two spires in his mouth to a third orgasm which flooded his maw until he swallowed the copious amount with a loud and lewd gulp. Jaltak had to pull back, too tired to keep going and started tending to the eggs already out, cleaning them with a rag or with his tongue whenever he felt like it, his arousal returning to their regular proportions and disappearing in his slit, pushed aside. Somewhat more calm and relaxed, Hal was able to concentrate on what he needed to do, relishing in the wonderful feeling of creating a whole lot of new lives, though he was merely remoulding them to fit his whims.

The care of his new subjects were outright wonderful and when the very last egg and the biggest to date, towering at six feet tall and five in diameter, he barely even noticed that he was done. They had to tell him. Hal looked back and saw that his sack had shrunk to the normal size and made him wonder just where all the seed inside had gone. That thought puffed into non-existence when he looked at the two dozen eggs of varying sizes laid in front of him, still and no giving signs of their occupants getting out.

"Last time I did this they just hatched on the spot. Then again, I had kept them inside me for a month."

"We feel like it will take a day at best for them to wake up fully." Hal decided to trust them for the moment, they did receive more that he himself realized. "What will we do in the meantime?" As the question surfaced, the two Guards looked at their new god and master for guidance.

"There is one hole that hasn't been tended to properly in this past week and I'm still rather aroused. Maybe you two can find something to... entertain me with for a few hours." They turned their heads to each other as they thought of what part of the dragon hadn't been used, blushing softly when the realization came to them. "Oh, have you never did it with a male like that?" They shook their heads in shame. "Such a rare opportunity cannot be missed then..." Hal smiled and wobbled till his enormous rump was presented in front of them and then, like tearing open a bandage, lifted his tail: the stench of his most hidden part washed and permeated their noses, almost choking after such a long period of time left unattended. Sweat had pooled into every fold of skin and crevice, both of his sack where it connected to his body and of his puffy ring. "Like what you see?" He swayed his hindquarters lasciviously, like a female presenting her sex to a male, though the puffy and soft ring resting right in the middle and the unbearable musk made him so much more masculine than before. The muscle twitched even, inviting them.

"Do you enjoy mating with males, master?"

"I enjoy everything that I can get my paws on, male, female, or anyone with both parts..." The Guards failed to imagine something with both male and female genitalia, he'd have to fix that soon. "But since I am a bit big and my one male mate is so much smaller than I am, well he was until not too long ago, I just... stuffed him or whatever is at hand inside me." The shock at his words faded once they thought of the sheer mass that had been swallowed by his maleness, surely his other entrance wouldn't be an exception to a God like him. "It's been a while since I felt anything there, mind... tending to it?" Hal moved ever so slightly backwards towards them and pressed his rump right in their faces, enveloping their upper bodies with ease. His musk and sweat had already worked their way into their brains but the stench of his rump was so much stronger than that, they simply couldn't resist any more than that. "Deal with me however you want." They didn't hear him at all: their heads were encompassed by the scaled cheeks of his hindquarters and their tongues were hard at work lapping up any and all drops of sweat that had collected in there. Jaltak reached for the rim of his tailhole and felt it massage his hand and spread with impossible ease around him, shocking the Guard quite a bit. Maybe he did shove whatever he wanted in there... "Say, your bodies are quite long, how about you use them for me?"

"Our... bodies?"

"Yes, tail, chest, whatever, you're over twenty feet long, I'm sure you could stretch quite deep inside and I... I'd like to feel that." The two looked at each other and then Torak, still licking the soft spheres under his palms and rubbing his members on them, slowly slid part of his tail towards the soft pucker and pushed the tip inside. "Good boy." The Guard shivered as the muscles lining that entrance practically started sucking on his tail and massaged every single scale.

As Hal's lust grew yet again the musk wafting from his sex increased even more and spurred the two to become bolder. Torak had his new brother push him up for support and slid foot after scaled foot of his tail deeper in the inviting tailhole of the bronze behemoth. Hal found this feeling tremendously novel and swore to enjoy it to the fullest: the silky lining of his bowels squeezed and stroked the Guard from tail tip to the strong waist, sucking him up until even his male parts were in and stroked those as well. Jaltak kissed him deeply and coiled his long body over the expanse of the dragon's nuts and massaged them in turn with regular squeezes and strokes, still licking the very flesh he rested on and inhaling the insanely strong musk. As the dragon lowered his tail, he trapped the both of them in a prison made of his scales and sweat, bringing their lust to ever high levels, feeling them come over and over inside and on him, coating the scales in white seed for what felt like an eternity.

At the same time he tended to his own need, stroking and licking his length, teasing the tip by shoving his muzzle in and out and drinking his pre with eagerness. Eventually even he reached his climax and the two trapped in his cheeks felt every vibration that came with his release, the thrum of his sack and the pulse of his heart to send power to the obscene length. The first shot hit the wall and cracked the very stone, splattering over Hal's head and back as the second joined and repeated the same process over and over, adding hundreds of gallons to the growing pool on the floor. In minutes the small cave was well over an inch deep in seed and still the dragon was coming, squeezing the poor Guard for all he was worth and making the other massage his nuts to heighten the production. The seed, once it reached the stack of eggs, slowly started to creep around them as the white shells shone weakly and absorbed the essence of their maker once again. The level didn't manage to increase any more than that: on one hand Hal roared and came even harder as both Guards started pumping their long bodies inside his tailhole and on the other the eggs swelled and grew inch after inch until both parties had nothing to give and nothing to take anymore.

The end saw Hal resting on his side, licking his creations free of his fluids as they lapped the last few large globs of seed spurting from his slit and the eggs having reached a sizeable eight feet in height for the largest and five and a half for the smallest. They were brimming with new life and Hal knew that they had grown even stronger than before and would be incredible little things for him to marvel at. Once the three were clean enough and the room virtually oozed his musk and stained the rock permanently with his scent and seed, the first egg, the biggest one, cracked.