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"Oh, just look at all of them~! They're so cute I can hardly stand it!" For someone in her fifties the clutch's grandmother wasn't really acting her age. Her husband chuckled behind her as she snuggled each and every one of her grandchildren, the dragon chicks nipping and chirping at her affectionately. Those red scales pressed to the tan and blue mishmash, the older woman sweeping them all up into a big hug. "You and I are going to have so much fun today~ Grandma will take good care of you, and spoil you rotten!"

Holly watched her mother gushing over them with a mix of relief and embarrassment. While not all of the ten eggs she'd laid had been fertilized, a common happenstance, six out of ten was a huge litter compared to the more normal two or three! It was running her a bit ragged, and she needed a day off. Mother to the rescue. The older hen had passed on her red coloration mostly to Fyre, Holly taking on more of her father's blue, but there were hints of it in the chicks that were more evident now in the comparison.

As she watched her mother gather them up, she reminded herself how fortunate she was that none of them hatched fuzzy. And that her mate's scales were a rough approximation to TW's fur. It'd been easy to pass them off as her husband's, only the infuriating rabat and her brother knowing better. At least he knew to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to keep...

"Honey, you ok? You're looking flushed." The momentary images that assailed Holly's mind, the months of finding reasons to see him and Fyre without the kids to relieve stress and pent up needs, had got the blood welling up into her cheeks and gotten her father's notice. Dammit, this is why she hated being in season so much. The doctor had said she would go back in to cycle if she didn't breastfeed them, but with six mouths she didn't want to even think of how much more she'd swell if she had to provide for them.

"I-I'm fine, Dad. Just...just tired, is all." Ugh, such a lame excuse, but it was all she could think of. She couldn't tell him she was thinking of boning her own brother and his roomie to put out the fire in her belly. Again. Especially not 'again'. The embarrassment would _kill_her. For a moment it looked like her mother was about to go into doting mode, but her father intervened. With a paw on his wife's shoulder, Cyan tipped his head towards the door. "Love, you go have fun with the grandkids. I'll make sure our baby girl is ok."

Glancing between the happy chicks in her arms, her husband, and her fidgeting daughter, the older dragoness nodded. "All right. Take good care of her, ok?" Giving him a peck on the cheek before doing much the same to Holly, she smiled wide. "If you need me to watch them for longer than just an afternoon I'm sure I can be talked into it~ Bye, sweetie!" Before long she was out of the house, the noise level dying off as she loaded them up and drove off.

"Dad, you didn't have to-" With one claw the older drake shushed his daughter, a claw on her shoulder turning her around. "Yes, I did. We have things to talk about, Holly. I planned on saving it for another time, but this works out well." The way he said it made her nervous. When she was growing up it was a tone reserved for discovering teenaged secrets, like after she'd smoked weed once and he'd found out. Being something of a daddy's girl, something Fyre was keen to mock her over, the distracted hen couldn't really say no as he set her down on the couch before taking a chair opposite her. "Now, before I say anything else: Is there something you would like to tell me, young lady?"

Ugh, she hated this part. The interrogation. He knew something, he just wasn't going to say what. If she guessed the wrong thing it just got her in more trouble. But she was an adult now, married and everything, what could he really do to her besides disapprove? Still, she wasn't about to admit to infidelity that easy! "Look, Dad, it's nothing. I'm just...just at that time of the year, ok? You know what I mean..." He kept his face neutral like he always did. Her dad had one of the best poker faces she knew. It was almost impossible to read him sometimes. "And that's all?"

She fidgeted slightly. Most anyone else she'd have bitched out for being so nosy. But unlike most anyone her father had never put up with her guff. Where TW encouraged it, Cyan ignored it. He was a bit old school in his expectations of discipline and respect, the lesson carrying over in Holly's reactions even at her age. She couldn't look him in the eye. "Dad, I'm a grown hen now. Stop treating me like a child, ok? I'm fine."

He didn't even blink. "You're evading the question. It's a simple yes or no." Holly couldn't help a frustrated rumble and a furrowed brow, the burning in her belly not helping things at all. When she stayed silent, the drake that'd sired her leaned forward. "Or are you trying to figure out which thing it is I know about? We've been through this before, Holly. Chances are I know about all of them." There was no hiding the moment of wide eyed horror on her face, the quick intake of air, or the stiffening of her body. If he really knew she figured she'd try to crawl into a hole and stay there for a few years. "Thank you for your honesty."

She glowered at him as he leaned back again, the older drake still knowing how to get her to admit less than good behavior without a word after all these years. She knew he expected her to come clean now, but there was just no way! Even if he knew, actually saying her transgressions out loud was too shameful to bear. She'd fucked her own brother! Repeatedly! Cheated on her husband, lied about her whereabouts, and shirked responsibilities to get laid. Any one was terrible to admit. "Dad, please..."

With a sigh he stood up, soon plopping himself down next to her. "I see. Well, if you won't tell me I can't force you." With a sigh of relief she unclenched, turning towards him with a smile as she opened her mouth. All that came out was a surprised yelp when he grabbed her rump and shoulder before laying her over his legs, her tail pinned under a strong arm. "But you're never too old for dear old Dad to put over his knee."

For a split second Holly was speechless. Her head turned quickly as she felt her skirt hiked up, but the attempt at protest turned into a cry of pain as the first *SMACK* landed on her rear. "OW! Dad, what the-" *SMACK* "DAD!" *SMACK* "Stop it! You can't just-" *SMACK* She squirmed to try and get away, but the old drake knew what he was doing. Too well, it seemed. As humiliating as this was, it reminded her far too much of the rough treatment she'd come to expect from her hot tempered brother and that dick of a rabat. Maybe it was her season messing with her. Maybe it was those times one or both of her secret lovers had asked 'who's your daddy?' Maybe she really was a masochistic, incestuous pervert beneath her bitchy exterior. Whatever it was, when her father's paw came down on her hard only to rub her sore rump, the grunt that came out was less than daughterly.

"So it is true, then." Holly realized the sound she'd made as her father chuckled, his paw not leaving her rump as he massaged the burning scales. "My prideful little girl has a thing for being dominated, huh?" The quick gasp and flush of red into her blue scales told him all he needed to know. "I'd decided to drop by a few weeks ago as a surprise. It turns out the surprise was mine when I heard what you were up to and who it was with." His rubbing grew less and less parental, her panties pushed more and more off her increasingly bare butt and a claw catching them every so often. "Were you going to tell me you're fucking your brother and his friend behind your mate's back?"

"D-dad...please..." This was too much. She screwed Fyre to egg TW on, give her some means of mockery and control even when bound up by the two of them. Or so she told herself, anyway. As soon as she went into season she'd told the both of them things were on hold. Having her brothers clutch, despite her boasting, was just...

A claw drug along her inflamed vent through the bunched up cloth, her sensitivity making her stiffen and clench. "You're always going on and on and on about what a jerk that rabat is, but his fur is a bit closer to my grandkids scales than my son- in-law's, isn't it? That's pretty coincidental, if you ask me." Holly bit her lip, eyes closed tightly and stomach turning in knots. It was bad enough he knew, but it seemed he wanted in on it. It was too much! "Your mate isn't actually the one that knocked you up, is he?"

Oh, goddess, he wanted her to actually say it! The shamed hen couldn't do it, attempting to stay silent as her own father toyed with her nether regions. More than a minute ticked by as he waited, but she held firm. When his paw moved away she felt relieved for a moment, only to have a new *SMACK* break the silence. "Seems the lesson isn't learned yet." *SMACK* A lewd noise of pain and pleasure passed her lips, her season messing with her mind as he came down on the other cheek as hard as the first. Her claws gripped his leg as she protested, trying desperately to ignore the arousal behind it all. "Don't!" *SMACK* "Please, Dad, I-" *SMACK* "It's not what you-" *SMACK* "Please stop or I'll-" *SMACK* "Oh fuck!"

Her body jerked as the sensations mixed together, panties soaking themselves as orgasm rocked her body. Her foot claws scratched along the floor as she buried her head against his leg, trying to muffle the pleasured whine she let out. It was the most humiliating moment she'd ever remembered, cumming from a spanking right on her father's lap. As she came down from it she noticed the soothing massage on her other stinging cheek, her father watching it all happen despite her efforts. "Like mother like daughter." The thought of her mother being in the same position only made it all worse as she noticed the bulging throb against her belly. "She doesn't have your attitude but she certainly likes to be bad."

Picking her up and laying her against the couch, the still twitching hen hesitant to put too much weight on her still sore rump, the older drake stood up before her and began to undo the button and zipper of his jeans. His other paw pulled out his phone, the zipping noise muffled by the ring as Holly watched his black ridged cock spring free. "Hello?" Her mother's voice came through the phone as her father stroked his dick in front of their daughter. "Hey, honey, just wanted to give you an update. Seems Holly's pretty tired and sore, so I'm going to stay here with her to help her out. You and the grandkids have a good time back home, ok?" It was always possible for Holly to call out, end what she saw happening and get her father into a tremendous amount of trouble, but they both knew she wouldn't do it. "Ok, love! You hear that, babes? You get to hang out with gramma tonight! Do you need anything?" Leaning forward, Cyan slapped his dick across Holly's muzzle, the heated hen unbelieving of what was happening even as she couldn't say no. "No, we're good. She just needs some fatherly attention, is all." His hips rocked as he rubbed his musky log across his daughter's face, Holly's nostrils flaring as they were pressed to his balls. "All right, then. Take care! Love you both~"

With that the conversation ended, the pair left alone again. "Good. Lesson learned. Or are you just that enamored?" Holly flushed deeper crimson, murmuring under her breath as he placed a paw behind her head. "We'll find out soon enough, I guess." The hen's paws came up to stroke his legs and up to his balls, their heat and weight easily comparable to Fyre's. It was clear where her brother got his size from. "Dad, we can't. We...we shouldn't." The older drake chuckled, a hunger in his eyes now focused on her. She'd gotten her lavender eyes from him, the lust emanating from something she saw in the mirror regularly rather disconcerting. "But we will, won't we? You've already shown you have a thing for the men in the family, haven't you? I'm here to help you out where your husband can't, and from what I hear you won't let your brother or my grandbabies daddy help either. So it's up to me to take care of things."

Holly's eyes opened and closed as he said it, shivering in need as her belly burned. "D-dad...you know that I'm...we just can't." She nuzzled against his cock, purring despite herself at the scents, as she tried to convince herself as much as him. "I'll...I'll blow you, but please. Wait until...until I lay these eggs before fucking me." Her desires and instincts were screaming at her to breed, to let her own father stuff her full of cum and a new clutch. It took an almost painful amount of effort to say what she did instead of just spreading her legs.

Pulling her head back, Cyan let out a slow streamer of smoke from his nostrils as he watched her huff on her knees. The slightly glazed look in her eyes he knew well from her mother, but also that defiant spark that so often manifested in her biting tongue, just made him want her more. Ever since he'd discovered her secret he hadn't been able to get it out of his head. His little girl was a kinky hotwife ready to spread her legs for a male that could take her even if she hated them or shared blood. It was too dirty, too exciting, not to want to get in on. "Lose the blouse and bra, baby. Show daddy how big those knockers have gotten."

A slow drip of precum began to stain her muzzle as she hesitantly complied, the needy dragoness clearly hoping to keep him focused on her upper half. It wasn't going to happen, this wasn't his first time taking a lustful lady, but he let her pretend as he leered. Her chest was slowly revealed, her tits falling free with a soft *snap* of the clasp on her nursing bra. Milk dribbled from them as they wobbled with each breath, their production having made them swell several cup sizes since her wedding. "Poor girl. If you're anything like your mother they've gotta be pretty sensitive right now, huh? You said you weren't breastfeeding. From the looks of it you aren't milking yourself, either..." His serpentine tongue slipped along his lips as he purred, his dick jumping and spattering a new strand of pre across her face as she shivered. Her tongue darted out to catch a strand dripping from her top lip, attempting to hide the eagerness of the act as she began to stroke him. "I don't want them to get any bigger. They're already...obnoxious."

A low chuckle shook the larger drake as he stepped forward, his daughter forced to lean back against the couch. She was now between his legs, her face right under his leaking dick and her breasts pressed up by his thighs. "Obnoxious. They're wonderful tits, darling. I bet they just drive you crazy as you walk around." Letting go of her head he reached down with both paws to grope the twin orbs, squeezing until several small streams sprayed from the underused ducts of each one. Holly's jaw clamped shut too late to stop her initial moan, her body shaking slightly as he began toying with her. Around the areole, tugging her nipples, massaging those nearly D cup tits with all the skill thirty years of it brought, Cyan used her sensitivity against her. Her paws gripped his arms as if to pull him away, only to lose strength whenever he tweaked her tender teats. The white gold she made was already dripping off her and on to the carpet by the time he crouched a bit, his dick slipping into that now damp cleavage. "Damn, Holly..." His grip shifted a bit, squeezing her chest around his ribbed length as he began to rock back and forth over her. "You definitely...mmmm...got your mother's tits, baby girl~"

Her efforts to stop him grew less serious, the burning in her tummy making her pant lewdly thanks to the continual stimulation and musky aroma assailing her. Fyre and TW were rough, energetic, and domineering, but this...it was like he knew exactly where to touch and when to make her want his clutch with each and every motion. The remainder of her willpower went towards her plan to avoid just that, one paw cupping his balls as she began licking his tip whenever it emerged from between her soft chest. "Glad...oooooohhhh...glad you like them, daddy~" The emphasis got the desired effect, her father grunting as his cock twitched hard. He was getting off on the incestuous nature like she and Fyre did. "Just don't...nnnnnngggg...don't fuck them too hard. Just think of how...mmmmm...much they'll grow if you keep milking them that way~" She wanted him to blow, to spray his musky cum all over her face and chest. Those few drops of pre just weren't enough; she had to know what her father's cum tasted like...just so long as she didn't get any into her egg chamber.

Slowly, methodically, he rutted her chest as she egged him on, his daughter's words those of a hen trying to deny their need for cum right over their waiting eggs. Every so often he'd speed up, give her the impression he was about to cum, but he was no horny teenager. He'd slow down before long, cool off, leaving her needy and increasingly desperate to make him cum as minutes ticked on and on. "Not yet, baby... We've got all night, don't we? No need to rush. It's our first time together. Daddy's gotta breed you right." That word stung deep into her warring mind, and he knew it. He could smell how badly she needed a potent male, the scent spiking whenever he teased her about putting out that heat, only to not do anything about it. Nffff... He had his limits, and before the night was out he'd reach them, but the near frantic desire in Holly's eyes made clear who would break first.

Having made a mess of her front, her lighter blue chest scales coated in a layer of milk and preseed, he stood up. A protesting mewl came from the entranced hen below him before he tugged her up, laying her back on the couch. "If you're good I'll let you have a drink next time, but wouldn't it be better to put this first steaming batch right where it should be?" Her glazed expression tried to deny what she needed, Holly's mouth working to form words as he stood over her, dick at the ready and her pussy oh so close... "D-dad...please..." The words dripped with uncertainty, with denial, with trepidation, but most of all they dripped unmitigated lust. It'd been decades since he'd wanted to fuck a hen as badly as he did his own daughter at that moment, her mother driven to such a state in the months before Holly was laid, but he wouldn't take her unless she gave in. She had to want it and admit it. "Show daddy where you want it, baby girl. Spread those lips wide."

He left his command purposefully vague as he began tapping his twitching, leaking cock over her belly. Strands of precum stuck to those softer scales, her tits bouncing with each heaving breath. She knew she shouldn't. She knew it was wrong and irresponsible. But she knew when she was beaten, too. Her own father had reduced her body to a twitching, lewd mess screaming for cum and a clutch to join the brothers and sisters enjoying time with this stud's own wife. She could hardly see him as her father anymore. He was a powerful, potent mate that made her want his seed more than she could ever recall. As their eyes met, they both knew it. Her paws were at her pussy as she spread both her legs and her vent, her tail slipping around to his backside to press him forward. "I...I need it...I can't stand it anymore, Dad~ Just...just do it. Fuck me. Breed me~ Swell your baby girl up with your own clutch~ Mom won't know her new grandbabies are yours~"

With a pleased rumble that soon turned into a dominant rutting growl, Cyan shifted his hips and pressed his cock to her gushing folds. Twin roars filled the room as he pressed forward, her pussy sucking him in as their hips slapped together. A paw went to her waist as if to hold her there, the other wrapping around one of her tits. "Good girl. Let daddy fuck you full of eggs again, honey~ You're such a sexy hen when you're pregnant~" Her legs wrapped around his waist as he began to thrust, the both of them picking up speed bit by bit.

The couch shook with each thrust, his ridged cock stroking and tugging at her insides like her brothers did, the sensation multiplied by her heat and his long teasing. Holly didn't care anymore that she was not just letting but encouraging her father to fuck her pregnant. She just wanted to feel that blissful sensation spraying deep inside her again and again. They had all night. If she had anything to say about it he'd be pumping enough cum over her eggs to leave her pudgy from seed alone. Every smack of their hips rocked her form, her paws reaching up to pull Cyan's head to her breast. When he wrapped his lips around them and began to suckle, the overworked dragoness nearly lost her mind!

Her back arched against him as milk washed over his tongue, her pussy clamping down around him and heated honey splashing across his crotch. She couldn't stop it, her both wracked with bliss as he kept on fucking her like some animal. The feel of his dick tugging back and forth, pressing to her cervix again and again, drug out the joy long past the first rush, the skilled drake bringing out her very first multiple orgasm as her arms flopped to the sides. Her legs held strong until the third wave crashed over her, tongue flopping out the side of her muzzle and the ankle lock failing. She was putty in his claws as he stuffed her again and again, his rutting growing increasingly frantic at long last. Still reeling from the spasms of her body little more than guttural grunts of approval could be formed, weak hip rolls meeting his as her father's cock bulged deep inside her body, the powerful drake holding her tight for one long, silent moment. Orgasm number four broke over her, vision going white as that first thick and sticky gusher spit through her welcoming cervix and over her waiting eggs. A triumphant roar bellowed out above her as her father seeded her, the limp hen feeling each thud of his heart and spasm of his dick deep within her womb.

Gasping for breath, she felt him pick one of her legs up, setting her ankle on his shoulder to leave her hips turned up and his seed pooling downward. His broad chest heaved as he came down, each spurt smaller than the last but his hips already starting to move. "A-ahh...D-dad...not...not so...sooooon~" His lips pulled into a grin as he began to saw inside her slowly, methodically, feeling the aftershocks still gripping him as he worked his cum against her inner barrier. "Just enjoy it, Holly. Maybe you can teach this to your brother. We stop, it'll be a while before we start again." Nuzzling under her chin he continued a slow, steady in and out, not enough to really excite, but in the overstimulated dragoness was kept at a hair's trigger with her arousal never quite dropping too far. "This way, we can enjoy that much more time together. I plan to breed you many more times before bed, darling." The paw on her waist moved to rub her belly, the heat it radiated mixing with the soothing warmth of his sperm. "We have to make absolutely sure we get as many eggs as possible, don't we?"