Eight: The Princely Client

There were rumbles when the others got their chance, annoyance that their prince had not just decided to use Spike once but had actually tied with him for a good hour, talking and groaning at how amazing it was to cum for so long. He’d loved how Spike’s pussy had kept twitching and clenching, oozing more as his sperm pouch had filled to the point he’d looked eggbound! It had been very enjoyable for Comet, to the point he was quite quick to turn on his friends and insist they only go with whom he told them to go to. His friends were not pleased but they got what they wanted and Spike had managed a little reprieve for the others… some of the weaker ones were not served and the larger ones dealt with larger dragons.

Both Magma and Wind Blade were thankful for the actions and grateful that their fellows trapped in here were not harmed. It also meant that Magma now knew the names of her children amongst them… Rainstorm, Thunderclap, Dusty and Speedy. When they’d been left alone then Spike had called out to them and starting to learn who else was amongst them, there were thirty in total and Spike made a point to talk to the oldest, Pax who was good to pass on information on strange sounds and the experiences they’d had and was the oldest who hadn’t succumbed to the madness. Then there were four others that were remembered, the rest being on the edge of mad… Coldstar who was in fact Imperial born but a Breeder and treated abominably by the emperor, Ripclaw who was from the hunting class but when she’d shown her sign had been forward, Racer who had been in the entertainment circuit until she’d shown, Smoky who had been a busy working dragon until it had shown, Hauler who’d been in a crew similar to Boulder’s own group before showing and being ripped away from his mate and finally another presenting male who had once been kept as a pet by a noble and was incredibly beautiful known as Shadow and utterly distraught that he’d been sold off.

These were all the dragons that Spike needed on his side so that when they got the chance, they could all work together and escape this place. Spike had to be careful of how the observers worked too, often telling his Princely client to turn things off and listening from where they were. He had to keep an ear out for everything and he’d started to learn the desperate shifts and he was eager to learn if there was a way to stop the devices working... so he had a plan.

“Remove your blindfold to make it more… interesting? I must say… Spike… you seem quite eager to see how handsome I am and really, I don’t blame you… but I hardly feel it would be advised.” As much as Comet seemed to accept that Spike had good plans and that there was good potential here, he was not a fool and though his ego could be stroked he was now easy to convince on something that could get him in serious trouble. Of course Spike was aware of that, how could he not be when he was relying on someone that still had no proof of his worth yet. Spike did not really want to produce eggs to someone like this, but he was quite sure that something was brewing inside.

“Oh… I guess it is too big of an ask… I suppose that also means they wouldn’t let you take me in a different position either? Not to mention it probably means I don’t get to taste your cock either… and it feels so good inside me, I mean… I would do these things for my mate before.” Spike sighed sadly, although through moans of delight before something about Comet’s tongue was to die for. Every time he came he insisted on cleaning Spike out with his tongue, although other males had used Spike already and had been thankfully quick and boring, it seemed a vital part of foreplay for the prince. He would spread Spike’s legs and almost get him to squat down onto his face, his tongue slurping in deep and making sure to clean out any other male’s mark. He didn’t swallow if he found any, he spat it on the floor and yet his musk would get stronger and he’d make sure to knot with Spike each time.

“You shouldn’t mention this previous mate of yours… it rather makes your taste sour!” Comet scoffed, not necessarily hating anything he was doing or the idea of this being giving him such pleasure and being on their back and drilled into… but the mention of a ‘mate’ was distasteful. Comet had come to rather enjoy Spike, they praised and flattered and certainly seemed to be engaged in conversation. They did not make him bored or feel like he was just doing another duty. Certainly he’d looked at some of the other beings on offer and he would have felt rather disgusted trying to climb on Magma to breed her! But the words of Spike did intrigue him as he jammed his tongue in as deep as he could, almost wishing he could drag away the seed of other males anywhere near that womb! “Tell me though… don’t you hate him for abandoning you like this?”

“It’s a very strong choice of words and love and hate sort of balance precariously beside one another. I’m very upset… I’m furious in fact… but one can’t forget their first… OUCH!” Spike was rather surprised when he felt Comet’s teeth clamp about his throat, squeezing his oesophagus in a very dangerous manner. It made him choke a little, pant even and then Comet released his grip. Comet then brought his head underneath Spike, rolling onto his back and then gently sliding between the red’s legs as they tried not to step on his sharp wings. As he settled there, he wrapped his tail around Spike’s waist, luring him down as Spike gave a soft whine. “Now you’re being wicked… I really want to see your gorgeous face so I can wrap my tongue around that nasty one of yours.”

“Dying to kiss me are we? Aren’t you a romantic…” Comet scoffed softly, very amused by this reaction and pondering the words over carefully. Could he remove the hood just for a moment, just let Spike peek at him and him to peek at Spike’s face? He was curious to see if their whole face was red… maybe it was a cute face? He hoped it was but certainly he hoped it was not very masculine. As he pulled Spike down to squat over him, his cock slid out, erect and wet with his excitement and the smell of it made Spike’s body ripple in delight. “…care to take a seat, my dear?”

“How generous… you’re going to carry me this time are you?” Spike teased, sticking their tongue out and Comet brought his muzzle forward. He almost wanted to kiss him, to stroke that tongue with his own but the rules were very clear about kissing any of the breeding stock, it made them imprint and useless. Maybe… when Comet got his chance, but he was going to play it safe and just let Spike gently sit down onto his cock, the dragon’s pussy already dripping honey and red and swollen with need. Spike settled down onto it, moaning gently, giving a slight whine of surprise to feel that Comet had not trouble holding his weight as he sat comfortably onto it. He gave a sharp gasp, almost feeling the long barbed tip poking into his womb, but he gave a sharp gasp as Comet pumped in and out rather suddenly, his barbs making sure his partner was clean before he relax and Spike’s hind legs were spread over him, pussy dribbling around him and his own smaller cock erect.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight… I never thought another’s cock could ever be called such but… it’s so pink and matches your red… I bet no one’s ever stroked it for you like this?” Comet smirked up, his voice trembling slightly as his cock swelled and pulsed inside, wanting to knot right away and be locked into another hour of roaring, moaning and pure ecstasy. But he stretched his long digits out, his razor-sharp and hook like claws as sheathed as they could be as he stroked at Spike’s little spike and watched the hips jiggle and Spike give out that desperate moan of pleasure and delight as he bounced onto the length at the touch, Comet licking his lips thoughtfully.

Comet hoped that Spike hadn’t felt like this before, he was very much enjoying his little lover’s responses and he did not like the thought that another would make them feel what he made them feel. Comet felt they had a good connection and he liked intelligent beings… especially subservient ones. The thought of travelling around court with Spike on a collar and chain, licking his sides and nuzzling his shoulders to show off, crawling on their belly to praise him and yet also joining him in wicked parlour gossip and then making sure to praise him… Comet could very much use that kind of crony and having a ready moulded passage to lock into and enjoy was of course a big plus.

“Uhn… so mean… I want to kiss you and it’s not fair!” Spike whined, knowing the others were listening and probably assuming he was doing his best to ham it up. Spike’s whole manner in the breeding was different to the rest of them, always willing to make noise speak and even encourage a laugh. For those that were so lost, it was something strange that tickled at their mind and lured them back a little to try and find out what was going on. With the other experiences with dragons that were not Comet, it was all for show and to make them cum so fast they didn’t get in deep enough. Comet’s intense tonguing was usually enough too that he was cleaned up, yet he was not lying with Comet.

Alright, he made more noise to soothe Comet’s ego, but feeling this dragon’s cock wedged inside him… it may not stretch him the way Boulder’s hand but I got in deep and those nasty hooks always seemed to stroke at the best spots. He always got wet and maybe it was because Comet took the time but… Spike did want to kiss him… he would accept being his concubine if he had to be because it felt amazing and he could also trust that Comet would help him. He felt awful each time though, that pain in his chest had diminished but it still throbbed with a desire to be with Boulder, the love of his life and he still mourned his children. But getting out of here was priority, he couldn’t accept sorrow or misery or he’d become numb!

“Uhn… Spike… I’m knotting already… you have such wicked skills my dear.” Comet groaned, his long claws stretching out and tapping along Spike’s waist as he was drumming them against the red scales. Spike’s insides were dribbling honey down all over Comet’s cock and Spike was groaning and moaning, panting hard and swinging his head about as his hips kept rocking and pulling the swelling spike in deeper. Comet was smirking happily, glad to be able to enjoy such pleasures with someone that understood how good he was, but then he considered for the other would want. “Bend your head down… now.”

“Oh…. Uhn… okay… okay Master.” Spike whined anxiously, feeling amazing as his insides were stretched by the swelling and it was rubbing on all the little bumps and nerve points that made his honey pour down even more. Spike bent his head, whining gently and carefully, Comet held his muzzle. He brought him forward and craned his neck up, letting their insides soak in the warmth some more before Comet lifted the mask right up and Spike pinched his eyes shut as if to be helpful. Comet then grasped his cheeks and steered him down for a loving kiss, their lips coming together, massaging as they both moaned hungrily and their tongues even slid against each other, loving the sensation.

Spike was startled, he’d not felt such an amazing kiss in… Boulder did not kiss him so softly, warmly, passionately and Comet sighed hotly against Spike’s mouth. They kissed more and then Comet pulled back and then thrust upwards with a smirk. Spike throw his head back, his whole body stretching up so his muzzle was just high enough to get a good look around. He’d let out a moan as he’d down this, his own orgasm coming and making his hips rattle as his juices spurted from his cock and swiftly, he opened his eyes to look at the positions of everything, the size of the room and where the monitoring station was... just to the side of him. As Spike then was pulled back down, a siren went off and there was someone stomping in the room. Spike was just able to see them come through the door as he was dropped down and Comet groaned out in his own pleasure as he pulled the mask back down onto Spike’s head and gave a groan.

“Oh dear…. They’re going to tell us off… but that shouldn’t matter… this feels amazing.” Comet lounged back himself fully locked into Spike’s body as the other just moaned and panted in delight. Their hips kept rubbing against his, their insides squeezing and dribbling down along the cock as they steady pulses of cum continued to squirt slowly up into Spike’s womb. Spike moaned, they could not stop themselves rocking and wiggling on him, moaning and whining as they had more orgasms roll along with the stretching and bulging of the cock before the next splort of cum left it.

“Prince Comet… you did something forbidden… once you finish within this one, you will be barred for a month from coming here.” The figure to approach was bulky but not stronger than someone like Magma and Spike was ignoring them, whining that he hadn’t seen anything and they’d just been enjoying themselves. But Comet turned his head and glowered at the figure, there was no way he was going to be treated like this, but he continued to thrust upwards, making Spike moan more loudly as the guard sat down and had to wait, feeling impatient but also horny himself as he waited the full hour of the pair in rolling orgasms before he removed Comet.

It didn’t matter for Spike, he had all the information he needed, but he had to plan now and figure out where everyone was.

The next four weeks were difficult, Spike’s belly swelled and it was becoming quite clear he was pregnant again. Despite the fact he felt the need to keep being bred to form the protective shell on the eggs, it was not pleasant when it was not Comet. The next male to be sent to him was someone stuffy, smelly and aggressive who just grabbed Spike by an ankle to spread him out and then sat back on his haunches. He pulled Spike down to sit on a very fat but stumpy cock that felt more like someone had put medicine in his passage than anything to enjoy. He’d needed the cum though so had milked the slob that couldn’t be bothered to even thrust for whatever he could get out of him. The figure had been drooling all over him, but Spike had found him easy to talk to and had learnt something shocking.

Tyrant had started a rebellion.

When the next week came and the next male to bother Spike had been someone so tall they had to squat, their steady thrusting into Spike’s body with a long and very sloppy feeling cock had been different. It had been more leisurely and the figure had been engaging in conversation with his shorter neighbour who’d been hanging off Magma’s hips like a tick! The pair had spoken about rebellions amongst many of the workers and that security was getting lax everywhere. Spike and Magma listened in well and soon all the breeding dragons were sharing the news they’d picked up around each other and Spike was convinced that out there, Boulder must have joined the rebellion too… they just needed to know when and where they were supposed to be gathering… where this facility even was!

When the four weeks were over, Spike was very swollen and yet still quite desperate when Prince Comet returned and hurried right to them. They bit Spike’s neck to seemingly tell him off as there was now a supervisor to watch them, but it meant Comet was not interested in comments or talking. All Spike got to say he’d been missed were those long claws gently stroking along his chest and then that devilish tongue cleaning him out. Comet seemed to clean much deeper this time, clearly hungry and missing his partner and quite convinced the eggs belonged to him. There were old stories that the last dragon to coat the eggs before they came out would be the dragon they looked to as their father. Comet was determined it would be his and so he’d taken his time as Spike and moaned and then felt their stomach tremble.

“Uh… master… master… I think… I think it might be my time to lay…” Spike had whined and to their great shock, Comet had immediately mounted and thrust their cock right in, grasping Spike’s shoulder firmly in his teeth. Spike had no idea what had driven him to do this, but perhaps he was a believer in those old tales and Spike grimaced and squatted down, groaning as each contraction was joined by a thrust from the other’s cock. It was strange, he didn’t understand why the sensations were stopping him from wanting to contract and his brain was not taken by the pain of the eggs moving but instead swallowed by the pleasure of that rough cock scraping into him. He had missed it and he’d needed it, but he whined and whimpered, tears dribbling out of the mask because he knew once his eggs were laid, they were going to be stolen. The assistant though stepped to Spike’s front, grasping his head and then giving a firm growl of frustration.

“We here this all the time, you won’t lay them until he’s finished and then they’ll lay quickly and we’ll check if their healthy or not. You’d better hope they’re as healthy as your first two because if you don’t produce something living… you’re of no use to anyone.” The assistant clearly didn’t like Spike and despite the fact he was so focused on Comet’s cock rubbing in and out and then swelling inside once again, he still took in the scent of the figure holding him, knowing he was going to hurt this guy when he got the chance. Comet though was the one who slashed out with his claws, making the assistant yelp in pain for the fresh slash to his face as he let go of Comet and backed away to stand beside the nest that came up from the floor. Comet just growled and then began to lick and groom at the back of Spike’s head as if it would soothe him.

“I have to make sure they’ll know me… but I was told… this was normal… most breed right to the point they lay… it’s supposed to help…” Comet groaned, speaking all the old rubbish that was spouted by dragons that just wanted to use these poor dragons constantly and didn’t really care about whether the eggs or they lived or died. It was hideous and Spike was hateful for how he and every other dragon in the Scourge Empire had been created like this! However, he whined and keened as Comet’s cock swelled completely and he then relaxed upon them, licking at the back of their head and then turning to the assistant. “The only time you’ll ever be able to touch me… help get it all out so this can happen fast!”

Spike was surprised, Comet was showing some kind of compassion but to let the assistant grab the bottom of his shaft and squeeze firmly to push everything up into the knot faster must be hideously painful. Comet was groaning and whining in pain but licking at Spike’s neck still and Spike moaned at the sensation of each splash of cum entering his body. He whined though, the pair of them uncomfortable with it, yet steadily, the assistant helped the knot swell up fast and then empty into Spike’s insides. The assistant then let go, backing away as Comet’s cock began to shrink and the last few splashes of cum filled into Spike’s storage pouch that the eggs would roll through. Slowly, the pair were panting and grunting before Comet slipped out and then beckoned Spike to lie down. Spike was confused as he lay down and found the big dragon’s body wrapping about his own and felt the huge wing cover him as Spike’s legs lifted and his body began to convulse and contract.

He whined and whimpered, his neck and chin licked by Comet soothingly as the laying began and the assistant watched obediently. The eggs eventually moved and were soon rolling over the pouch, coating themselves before then entering the slick, wet passage. Finally, the dragon’s insides convulsed and contracted to slowly release three lovely big eggs down onto the nest. Spike was whining in pain, panting and groaning as Comet had lapped him to soothe him before standing up and then stepping over to the eggs.

“Well?” He growled towards the assistant and then he looked at them, one was purple, one was blue and one was red. Comet liked the look of them, they were quite big and each of them had the curious little white speckles that indicated they would have wings and be flying fighters just like himself. He smirked as he looked them over and then stepped back over to Spike, nuzzling him gently as the assistant carefully had the nest’s strange silicone quality wrap about the eggs securely with the fluids and what not on them. He then hoisted the nest up and began carrying it away. Spike realised and rolled, trying to find where they had gone, but Comet gently stroked at his chest. “Don’t worry… they’ll be staying with me, I’ll raise them well and in two years time, I’ll be able to come back and be with you again. Provided they grow very well in the next two years… I will purchase you, Spike… after-all, even if you hadn’t laid anything living… you’re far too enjoyable to just let be culled.”

There was an arrogance in his tone that hadn’t been there for a while and Spike slumped back onto the ground. Comet lapped at him more, trying to soothe him and perhaps trying to remember his smell or have it about him as he settled about the eggs. But as Spike lay there looking miserable, the assistant returned and then gave a bow before a delighted chuckle.

“Prince Comet… your wife is very pleased with the eggs… she’s waiting for you to join her in taking them back.” Immediately Spike’s eyes widened and his body seemed to stiffen as Comet sighed and straightened up. Comet hated anyone referring to his wife, they were not together by choice and he’d kill her in an instant if he could, but politics was politics and yet, Spike was just motionless as Comet licked at his cheek gently.

“I’ll come back soon, but I’ll miss you the entire time.” With that, though Comet meant it sincerely, Spike’s mind seemed to crack suddenly. It had all been just ego boosting and all Spike had done was just what all the others were expected to do. Comet had been no different to the others in what they were using him for and Spike had just had three babies stolen from him! He was not going to settle for this… there was a rebellion going on outside and he was going to join them and break these damn elitist bastards if it was the last thing he did.

Magma and Wind gave low humming sounds to him to soothe him, but for the next week Spike remained motionless and wrapped in fury… he was going to kill dragons!