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Self-Impregnation: A Kinky Hermaphrodite Romance - Chapter One

Lisseth ran his hand meditatively down his slender body. He grimaced, despite the pleasant sensations as his palm brushed over a bare bee-sting of breast, his flat never-been-pregnant belly, the sensitive vaginal slit below his navel, his unimpressively-sized but perfectly responsive arrow-shaped cock, and finally his never-permitted-to-carry-out-their-genetic-duty testicles in the velvety sack beneath his tail. Compared to most - hell, no point temporizing, all - of the other dragons living in the caves pockmarking the chalk-white valley walls, he was pathetically small and weak. He would never have been admired and sought-after like one of the tall, muscular hunters with a wingspan so broad they could carry a whole slain elk back to their mate and children. No one would ever hike their tail for him and beg him to fill their womb with eggs that would hatch into strong, pretty little dragon babies. But still, he would at least have been able to find someone willing to fuck him when he was in heat, if it weren't for his thrice-damned freakish coloration.

Lisseth growled to himself and left off petting himself in favor of pacing. The first stirrings of heat fever were disrupting his concentration too much to do anything more useful. Had he only been born solid black like his older brother, there might have been some pair of hands other than his own willing to caress him. Had he been born solid white that also might have been okay - there were no other white dragons in the valley, and being so visible was a bit of a disadvantage in hunting, but at least it wasn't a totally unheard-of color for a dragon to be. But no, his feathers and scales had to be an ugly mutant patchwork of black and white. Even his eyes were odd-colored; the one set against black skin was golden brown while the one set against white skin was a pale blue.

When it wasn't spring, it was tolerable. It always hurt a little to see the other dragons acting like lovers, laughing as they played with their children. But he was used to loneliness; most of the time it wasn't hard to ignore as he went about life's business of hunting and foraging, occasionally rebuilding his nest, repairing a tool, making some minor improvement to his small cave, and gathering firewood when the weather was cold. When it wasn't spring the other dragons mostly left him alone. But in spring, frustrations ran high as all the dragons endured the embarrassment and itchiness of molting, then emerged with their glossy new feathers to preen in front of potential mates. They didn't want just to show off their looks; they wanted to fight, to show off their strength and establish their place in the flock's hierarchy for the year. Then it was time for a different set of 'itches' - the urge to bring presents to the prettiest other dragon you knew, or to go wandering in hopes of meeting someone interesting. Urges that the little piebald dragon felt as intensely as anyone else, but damned if there was a single other dragon interested in being on their receiving end.

Unnoticed, Lisseth's feet drifted to a halt and his fingers wandered back to his nipples, massaging them in tantalizing circles. His cock rose once more to full mast from the semi-erect state it had been in, as soft as it ever got during the Season.

When heat-scent started to perfume the air, it made everyone increasingly crazy. Rejections of unwanted suitors went from polite demurrals or witty insults, to screaming and clawing; especially, it seemed, when this behavior was directed toward Lisseth, because some of the other dragons in the valley seemed to have a paranoid fear that he might 'contaminate' them with ugly patchwork babies just by getting too close. Worse than a dragon who didn't want you anywhere near them was a dragon who didn't want you anywhere near his mate, or one who had lost a fight and was looking for a safe target to take his rage out on; Lisseth still had four parallel claw marks on the back of his neck from where he hadn't been able to duck out of the way quite quickly enough.

So, even though Lisseth's instincts were persistently suggesting that wandering around hoping to stumble across a mate was a much more intriguing idea than just standing around in the little clearing that was his cave's front yard, Lisseth tried to ignore those instincts. After the second time he had been beaten for just hovering on the edge of someone's territory longing for a kind look, he had realized how dangerous it was to wander around wishing that someone would change their mind and decide to tolerate the freak courting them. Not just dangerous; it was also pathetic and a stupid waste of energy to keep begging for affection where he knew he wasn't going to find any.

But now Lisseth was 24, long past the age every normal dragon had borne their first child, and he was beginning to think that hiding was just as pathetic as useless attempts at finding love. His body yearned to bear a child. A young dragon's first heat cycle lasted only a single day as only a single egg was released, then every few years it lengthened by a day as an additional egg was released; the black and white patchwork dragon had had two eggs last year, but this year his heat cycle felt more intense than ever and it might be three. He had even dreamed of being pregnant the other day: how gloriously round his belly would get with eggs, how his tiny breasts would grow and fill with milk as he sat on the eggs keeping them warm, how his children would love their bearer regardless of the color of his feathers. In the dream, he had felt more gloriously alive than he had in months... but then he had awakened to the bitter realization that it would never happen.

Even from the harsh perspective of his waking life though, the memory of the dream was still so powerful that it made Lisseth's pussy clench and juice with the need to be filled with something hot and hard, while below it his slender prick still thrust imperiously forward into the air as if it actually expected some dragon's hot tight slit to appear any moment now for it to bury itself in. Thought he was not quite at the peak of his heat, not actually fertile yet, already his feverish arousal was almost too strong to resist. And there was no need to torture himself anyway. Suiting action to thought, he turned and strode back into his cave.

Flinging himself onto his back onto the soft pile of furs that comprised his nest, Lisseth stretched sensuously, fanning his wings out as far as they would go. He slid three fingertips into his eager cunt with practiced ease, throwing his head back in a moan as he drew figure-eights of molten pleasure on his inner walls. The other dragons might have objected to Lisseth's black and white stained hide, but at least none of them thought Lisseth so unnatural that he needed to be bound during his heat cycle lest he break that most fundamental taboo and sire a child on himself. Lisseth grimaced at the very thought.

Meanwhile his free hand alternated between teasing one nipple and the other, and he involuntarily arched his hips into his hand, forcing his fingers a knuckle deeper into his hungry pussy. No, he groused, still bitter but beginning to get distracted from his musings, they had no need to worry. He may not have given a fuck whether they thought him a pervert, but of course he would never shove his own hot, hard cock into his tight virgin... Suddenly Lisseth's hands froze and his eyes snapped open as the logical part of his mind caught up with his imagination.

Exactly why the fucking hell wouldn't he do it? Lisseth found himself panting, not from arousal but from the exhilarating forbiddenness of the thought. He wasn't sure whether the sheer wrongness scared him or aroused him... but he was certain that he had longed for years to find some way of defying all those stupid bastards who thought he was a monster just because they had never seen a patchwork dragon before. With one elegant gesture he could flip his tail in their faces and give himself what those morons wanted most to deny him - a gorgeous, bulging belly full of eggs! And oh, the irony was breathtaking: what better way to say "Fuck you!" than by... fucking himself?

Seized by a fit of snickering, Lisseth's hand slipped free of his cunt as he curled on his side clutching his shaking ribs. When he could breathe again, the parti-colored dragon began to consider this startling idea with total seriousness. Of course, he wouldn't be able to actually tell anyone he had sired the children he would bear. That could result in any number of horrible things, up to his own death, and of course his poor innocent eggs would die with him. No, he would have to claim that some other dragon had sired the eggs. Not as dramatic, perhaps, but this version of the plan had its own charm - the other dragons might be impressed that he had found a mate, might even respect him a bit more because he would finally be a full adult by their standards; and all the while he could glory in his dirty little secret of having broken their darkest taboo and walking around with the evidence of his crime right before their clueless faces in the form of his growing stomach.

Hell yes, thought Lisseth, taking a palmful of the jelly from his slit and starting to massage it luxuriously into his cock, like a hunter having his muscles kneaded loose and scales oiled by his admiring mate before an important hunt. He moaned, feeling the slick slide of his fist around his shaft and imagining how much hotter and slicker it would feel to slide his achingly full cock into his achingly empty cunt. Oh yeah, Lisseth decided - the idea of fucking himself full of incestuous eggs wasn't frightening at all; it was the most fantastically erotic idea he'd ever heard of.

Lisseth rolled onto his back, his favorite position for masturbating. But he wasn't actually going to be masturbating today, was he? No, for the first time in his life he was going to get something much better than hands. Assuming he could actually figure out how to do it. Lisseth bit his lip in anticipation, and pulled his erection upward against his flat stomach. The head of his cock overshot the top of his slit by a little. But that was probably a good thing - once his cock was in, it wouldn't accidentally slip out.

Taking a deep breath, Lisseth put his fingers back into his pussy, this time working them in as deeply as they would go and scissoring them to stretch his tunnel deliciously open and ready. Then when he couldn't stand the teasing any longer, he quickly moved his hand to his impatient rod and lubed it more thoroughly. Then holding the tip of his cock pressed against his belly he arched his back up and tipped his hips back, causing the head up his dick to slide down one tantalizing fingers' breadth at a time... almost, almost... until with a small downward push the spongy tip bent just enough to pop inside. Lisseth gasped at the sensation, instinctively started to straighten his back, and gasped again as this resulted in another inch of his throbbing prick being buried in the silken inner folds of his pussy.

Every muscle quivering, Lisseth dug his claws into the furs beneath him and held perfectly still as he tried to wrap his mind around the total sensory overload of simultaneously feeling a cock invading his cunt and a cunt swallowing his cock. Of course he had masturbated before by fisting his prick with one hand while thrusting the other in and out of his slit, but this... this felt utterly different. It felt like they were made for each other; which he supposed, in a deliciously twisted way, they were. Gently letting the rest of the tension out of his back, Lisseth whimpered as he impaled himself, even bending his knees and stretching up on his toes until he was in to the absolute hilt, and totally filled. No wonder, Lisseth thought with almost religious awe, no wonder this is totally forbidden even when it's not heat season and there's no risk of knocking oneself up with an incestuous egg. There was no way simply penetrating or being penetrated by another dragon could feel as good as making love to oneself like this. No one who tried it would ever want to have 'normal' sex again.

If Lisseth had had any remaining doubts about getting himself pregnant, the sheer rightness of the feeling erased them. Or rather, it did not feel right; it felt so wrong it was perfect. And he was going to shoot his hot cum exactly where it belonged - in his own womb. The only pity was that he wasn't fully in heat yet, he had no egg to fertilize today. If there had been one, he would have felt it getting ready to drop down into his womb to be fertilized by the torrent of seed he felt welling up in his balls. But then again, that meant he was not committing himself today, he could relax and lose himself in the amazing sensation without worry. And then tomorrow... tomorrow he would have an egg. What better excuse to do this again, not that he needed any excuse when it felt better than anything he had ever imagined. With synchronized instincts calling him to fill and be filled, withdraw as much as he could with his dick so pleasantly trapped in his slit by the angle, then snap his hips up so he could immediately be fulfilled once more, Lisseth lost any control he had over his body and became a one-dragon fucking machine

It was then that Lisseth realized with the small remaining rational corner of his brain, that since his shoulders and feet were bearing his weight, and his prick and pussy were taking care of each other, his hands were totally free to add yet more feelings to the maelstrom of pleasure encompassing him. Frantically the little patchwork dragon caressed his straining balls with one hand, and with the other rubbed his rod where it made his skinny stomach bulge with every thrust.

The particolored dragon whimpered, unbearably aroused by the idea that tomorrow he was going to make his flat belly start growing nice and round with an incestuous egg. And then the day after that he could add another, and the day after that another... Lisseth's hands darted up to his nipples and he cried out at the intensity of being able to fondle both breasts at once; usually he was forced to leave them neglected while his hands were busy coaxing a climax out of his cock and cunt, and dutifully making sure none of his cum went near his slit. Never again - he was going to give his thirsty womb as much milk as it could drink, starting right about... Lisseth felt the familiar sensation of his balls drawing up against his body, and the unfamiliar wonderful feeling of his pussy clenching around his rod, trying to pull it as far in as possible. His dick had the same idea, the little shivers and spasms as he got close helped the head burrow in as near as possible to the mouth of his womb, trying to deliver all that seed directly to the egg it hoped was there; that wasn't there today, but would be there tomorrow.

Pinching and twisting his nipples, the particolored dragon started begging no one in particular, "Oh yes, fuck yes, so close, gonna squirt my cum right exactly where it belongs, fuck my belly big and fat with my own eggs and none of them will ever know, oh gods yes so wrong, so good, almost, right... t-there." Lisseth stuttered out the last word as simultaneously his balls surged and his cunt clenched, and with a whole-body shiver he jammed his prick absolutely as deep as it could go and shot ribbon after ribbon of cum, blown away by feeling for the first time the addictive pulsing heat of the seed flowing into him. Then the little dragon collapsed bonelessly, the head of his softening cock still barely trapped in his occasionally slurping cunt, utterly sated.

I drew this one. ^_^ Quicky fake background is fail, but oh well.

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