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The grey dragon pounded into his dragoness. Well, maybe she wasn’t his entirely. Maybe not at all. And maybe she wasn’t strictly a dragoness, either. But she felt scorching hot beneath him, her back pressed against his chest, and the minutiae of what she might’ve been didn’t make her fiery, dripping slit feel any worse, squeezing around his ridged shaft, her soft folds teasing his knot on each inward thrust.

The dragoness was made for it, after all. In reality, she was a draconic succubus, a demonic variant of a true dragon, one that Rokanoss had summoned as part of his experiments with magic. Another little spell had ensured that she couldn’t devour his spirit, soul, or whatever other metaphysical aspects a dragon might possess, but it hadn’t affected her sex drive in the slightest. Succubi were ravenous and could never be fully satisfied, only stopping – temporarily – when their partners were completely drained.

That didn’t, as Rokanoss had quickly discovered, make them any less eager to corrupt you, either. His lover for the night kept mentioning filthier and filthier ideas, trying her best to plant new exciting kinks in his thoughts between joyful moans and needy, wet clenches. She had suggested animals, incest, and all kinds of other ideas that normal people never thought of, but it wasn’t until she suggested trading places that one of her many fetishy hooks lodged itself in his mind.

“W-wouldn’t you rather be the one with a pussy? Getting pounded and bred by as many handsome dragons as you’d l-like,” she stutter-moaned as Rokanoss’ thrusts sped up, hammering into her overexcited body. “Or… any ooh- other species! You could summon all the demonic lovers you want to breed more succubi in your slutty womb!”

It wasn’t something the grey dragon had ever thought of before. No, he was quite happy with his life. He had his territory, and he had his lair, safely guarded from the intrigues of other dragons. Some dragons opted to live in the wilderness, but Rokanoss had always found himself more at home among others in the city. He had carved a lair, almost like a castle, into the side of a cliff. It wasn’t exactly in the city, but it overlooked it, and made it easy to receive visitors. Particularly dragonesses who wanted a clutch of eggs.

He lacked nothing. But perhaps that is why the succubus’ idea took root. He never had been on the other side of things, and doing it as fully female didn’t, perhaps, excite him quite as much. But the thought of what the demoness had offered touched something inside him.

“I- I could give you a needy dripping cunt right now,” she moaned, squirming and thrusting back, impaling herself more deeply with each motion, and her claws leaving deep gouges even into the rocky floor of Rokanoss’ castle-den. “W-well, after you’re done! Don’t you f-fucking dare stop now, give me that amazing cock!”

Rokanoss had no plans to do otherwise, of course. He hadn’t summoned a succubus to leave himself pent up, but he also couldn’t help but imagine how she was feeling right now. How did it feel to be filled with cock, to have every inch of space in your fertile body filled with potent cum? Going by how dragonesses – and this one, more than most – reacted when they reached their climaxes under him, it probably felt heavenly. Maybe even better than his own climaxes.

Maybe it could be worth trying.

He growled, thrusting firmly into the succubus. But now, all of his thoughts were preoccupied imagining how she was feeling. In his mind, he tried to invert the sensations, to sort of turn of the act of having sex inside out in his head, but that didn’t lead anywhere. He resolved to think more about it after finishing, and started jackhammering into his summoned demon at a pace that sent her rocking back and forth on the floor despite her doing her best to brace.

“Ooh, yes! Fuck me!” she cried, with demonic shamelessness. Rokanoss supposed it was difficult to feel shame when the only reason one existed was to have sex. It’d be like a true dragon feeling ashamed for having a hoard or a den. “Breed me full of your eggs!”

“I will,” Rokanoss growled, taking a firm mating bite on the demon-dragoness’ shoulder. He was a little rougher than he would normally be with an average dragon, but the demonic ones liked that. They also liked a hint of pain with their mating, and so he bit down hard, letting his teeth dig between her scales.

The succubus moaned even more loudly, and seconds later, she was reaching her peak. One second, she stiffened, and then the next, with a joyful roar, she was cumming around Rokanoss’ thick shaft inside her, milking every inch of him, and then, as his knot popped into her, that as well, in sweet orgasmic rhythm. He didn’t last much longer, not with the dragoness massaging and squeezing his knot, and almost immediately he was cumming too, filling her receptive and scorching hot body with gush after gush of thick, draconic seed. She drank it down eagerly, and for a moment, even her infernal libido was sated as the two stood there, tied together.

But she existed to tease people. Barely had her spasming orgasm faded before she was talking about how wonderful having a pussy really felt, especially one full of cock and lots of warm, plentiful seed, knowing that it’s soaking into you and giving you the eggs you want.

Rokanoss wasn’t the type of drake to make a decision at the drop of a hat, but the succubus insisted. She pointed out a few more rituals crafted to attract demonic creatures that could transform him as well, if she wasn’t going to be granted the pleasure. In particular, the succubus selected three glyphs in the dragon’s big tome of demonic names, resting next to where the two had mated.

“These three. They’ll eagerly transform and breed you. Mmh, if only I could be there with you,” the demoness crooned. “We could get fucked side by side, as sisters!”

Rokanoss had no plans on becoming fully female, though. Just that one, alluring organ would be plenty. He was curious about the sex and perhaps even being pregnant more than he was uncomfortable with his original gender. That was just as good; even demons couldn’t change one’s mind. They could only corrupt it, and aimlessly, at that.

The body, though? They were experts at sculpting flesh to any new form, both wonderful and terrible. That, they could grant, and effortlessly so. Of course, they’d demand payment, too. That would most likely involve them breeding him once the transformation was finished, turning him, at least for the duration of their deal, into an incubator for more half-demonic eggs.

The thought, oddly enough, made him shiver with excitement. There was something delightfully dark and degrading to the fantasy of letting demons mount him, and especially letting them knock him up. It didn’t make any strict sense, perhaps, given that he had just eagerly mounted a succubus himself, but it felt like it was somehow worse to let a demon take him instead.

The next few days after he sent the well-bred succubus back to her home plane – none of them ever wanted to talk about if it was actually hell or merely some dimension of “lower” desires – he kept thinking about the deal he’d been offered. It’d be easy to accept, and he’d already started fantasizing about it. It would certainly not make him feel uncomfortable or anything of the sort. No, the idea was pleasant. But having a pussy came with some drawbacks, as any young woman who was once a less than laudable teenager might know.

One was the risk of pregnancy. For Rokanoss, that wasn’t the greatest issue. He could afford raising a clutch of eggs, and there was no doubt that their demonic sire would help, if he asked for it. It’d be an interesting experience.

But then there was the other problem. He’d seen how dragonesses leaked after sex. How they leaked before sex. How ravenous and insatiable even the terrestrial dragons got when in heat. He already had a high sex drive, and he knew that if he added a heat on top of that, he’d basically end up trying every cock within a hundred miles of his den. That would inevitably leave him with a reputation even after he changed back.

But then again, he was a dragon. Very few dared to besmirch a dragon’s reputation, for risk of being fried to a crisp or fucked into the dirt.

At some point between laying down for sleep and waking up in the morning, Rokanoss had made his decision. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and he wasn’t going to miss it. As such, once he was awake enough to actually read and understand what he was reading, he returned to his dusty tome of demonic names and glyphs.

The three the succubus had pointed out were all males. The plan was rather transparent, but Rokanoss didn’t mind, not really. If he was going to change his sex to something else, he’d obviously want to try it out, too.

One of the names was that of a cerberian canine. A three-headed hellhound, though not the well-known Cerberus. Another was for a fiendish drake, like the succubus herself but male. And the third was for a phoenix, a fiery bird of some measure, though seemingly one that could douse its own flames. Each name had a little note along the margins of the book; “capable of nonconsensual transformation”, it read. A dire warning to less experienced would-be summoners.

Fortunately, Rokanoss wanted exactly what their unique powers could offer. He set the book on its pedestal and re-drew the ritual circle onto the floor of his den. A simple pentagram, in chalk, that he had to be careful not to break – yet. He wasn’t planning to imprison the demons, but without an intact circle, the spell wouldn’t work at all. He lit candles at each point of the star, used his breath to set a bundle of incense smoldering, and spoke a few magic words, along with his desire.

“I wish to be transformed, demons, to be transformed and bred,” he stated, with a grave seriousness almost unfit for such a lusty request. Supposedly, they’d understand exactly what kind of transformation he desired. The candleflames flickered in an unseen breeze. “Come, named demons, and grant my wish!”

One candle went out. A misty form coalesced in the circle. A second followed, along with a second manifestation. And then, with the tshird, the room was cast in darkness.

“And how is it that our wonderful summoner wishes to be transformed?” a gentle, almost feminine voice sounded in the darkness.

“He wants a cunt,” replied another voice, in three different tones all at once. “A pussy, to be bred.”

“How delightful. Very rare to find such secure males these days!” a third voice squawked.

“Secure males, or perhaps a hen unwilling to commit all the way,” the first voice said, with amusement and more than a little disdain.

Rokanoss moved to light the torches that normally kept his den bright, and they revealed the three demons he had summoned. The first was a crimson drake, elegant and almost serpentine, with a sharp and cunning gaze. The second, as expected, was a quadruped dog with three heads and a rather thick, visible, and shameless erection. And the third was something similar to an eagle, though with its feathers and eyes glowing like embers, ready for a breeze to whip them into open flames. Either way, he stood proudly next to the others.

“Ah, our handsome summoner!” the hell-drake smiled broadly, revealing a few more teeth than any dragon reasonably should’ve had. “Or perhaps I should rephrase that; our handsome breeding hen.”

“Breeding bitch,” one of the hellhound’s heads noted.

“Mm. A hen or a bitch in spirit, but lacking in flesh, yes?” the dragon mused. He stepped out of the circle as if it wasn’t there at all, and moved towards Rokanoss with fluid, serpentine motions. “We can help, of course. That’s why you summoned us, isn’t it?”

Rokanoss nodded, and the demon-drake continued. “But there is a price to pay. You will let all three of us seed your new, beautiful cunt, in exchange for being blessed with one.”

The demons spoke of blessings, but it didn’t take a genius to understand it’d be a mixed one, at most. Still, Rokanoss’ lust overrode his doubt, and it did so easily. “Very well, I accept,” he stated, clearly and loudly, and all three demons – with all five heads between them – grinned widely.

“I’ll do the honors, then. Seems only appropriate, given that we’re both dragons… of a sort,” the serpent hissed, and then approached the grey dragon. “Just relax. This won’t hurt at all. The opposite, really…”

He raised a talon-adorned foot, and an unseen force pushed Rokanoss firmly onto the ground as the hellish drake circled him, as if examining what he had to work with. “It’s for your own safety. Some people get rather… squirmy. Keep those hips up,” he continued, another wave of magic tugging the grey drake’s hindquarters up and exposing his genital slit. It was the kind of position a dragoness would take to present herself and beg for a male to mount her, and recognizing that suddenly had Rokanoss feeling very warm and flushed, his grey scales tinted a reddish hue around his snout.

And with that, he reached to press his hand against Rokanoss’ slit. The heat was overwhelming, infernal, and a burning sensation seemed to shoot deep into his belly instantly. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but it felt like he was being filled with a kind of twisting, unearthly fire that changed everything it touched. He felt molten, and then empty, and then full again as his insides rearranged themselves entirely under the demon’s magic. There was a sense of relief as his cock faded away into his body, but then, an even stronger arousal as the inside of a new, feminine sex began to form, pushing deeper and deeper into his body and damp from the very first moment. The sensation of a womb growing in was strange, even eerie. Like… a gnawing empty heat.

With that first inkling of what it felt like came the desire to be filled. Wet, empty, hot, slick, squeezing, thirsty, the sensations flooded in as if a dam had broken. No doubt the drake manipulated them, too. Demons could never be fully trusted. He’d make sure to leave Rokanoss horny and sensitive enough, just to make sure that the three got their payment. But he had expected that, and where would the joy of having changed sex be if he didn’t have the drive to fully experience a whole new spectrum of pleasure?

“There we go, he’s starting to shape up. Looks very much like a she back here, but I think we’ll stick with the masculine. A male with a dripping wet cunt is just beautiful, isn’t it?” the hell-drake crooned as he put some finishing touches on Rokanoss’ new groin, his fingers shaping the slit to be a little puffier than it had been before, and a little more sensitive. A little wetter than the average woman, and a little hornier. And of course, a touch more fertile. Everything, for a demon, was dialed up from the norm, after all. “Looking just about like a hen, now. From this angle, anyway.”

And then, Rokanoss gave an entirely undignified squeal as the hell-dragon’s mouth closed over his sensitive new slit, his serpentine tongue thrusting deep into the clutching, silken tunnel to taste him. He pushed back, clenching around the invading tongue, and couldn’t even try to hold back the manifold moans that escaped his lungs.

“Sensitive, isn’t it? Makes you wonder why females don’t always beg for sex. Well, maybe they’re not quite as inflamed with demonic lust,” the bird laughed, slowly walking closer while the grey dragon was helpless to do anything but moan.

“Looks like he’s pretty ready,” the dog growled. All three heads fixed their gazes on the dragon with a lusty intensity that made him shiver in anticipation, but only one spoke, and evidently, he spoke for all three. “You want the first go? If not, we’ll happily pop him.”

Rokanoss didn’t see it, but the hellish dragon shot his companion a sly smile. “I’ll claim the fruits of my labor, yes,” he hissed. “You can fuck him after I’m done. Or use his mouth, I don’t particularly care.”

With that, he was suddenly on top of the grey drake, whose thoughts were racing at a mile a minute. He felt the demon’s erection flop against him as he grew hard rather quickly, pushing Rokanoss’ large tail out of the way and pinning it against his back. He was about to get fucked. Like a female. Again, he shuddered breathlessly, squirming and already clenching with desire. The whole sensation was so strange. He was used to throbbing, but now those same muscles made him clamp down instead, as if to caress a cock. And he was about to lose his virginity almost the instant it had been given back to him, to a demon.

With a thrust of the hell-drake’s hips, he was suddenly full of cock. Slender, yet still ridged like a proper dragon’s, and with a body temperature so infernally high that it felt like he’d been filled by a white-hot iron rod. It scratched that itchy need to be filled instantly, and several more in rapid succession as each meaty ridge dug into his inner walls. It felt like hot, liquid ecstasy filling him even at that initial penetration, and double so when the drake began to thrust into that oh-so-sensitive, newly-formed pussy. He rutted into Rokanoss steadily at first, but growing rougher with each passing second, until the grey dragon was almost limp against the floor, his mouth hanging open in a breathless sigh of pleasure.

In front of him, between shocks and jolts of pleasure, courtesy of his new cunt reveling in the joy of being fucked by a proper cock for the first time, he was dimly aware of the cerberian hound approaching, his own cock bouncing against his stomach with each step.

“Looks like he needs a taste, too,” one of the heads growled.

“So, let’s give him one,” another replied, united if not in mind, then in desire.

Here he was, his virginity claimed by a demon’s cock, and he was about to have his mouth filled by another. The knotted, beautiful, canine cock of a hellhound. It was such beautiful, debauched hedonism that he couldn’t help but open his mouth wide and stretch his tongue out to coil around the hound’s shaft the instant it was within reach. He was rewarded by a spurt of warm, watery precum coating his tongue and an approving rumble from the hellhound.

“Such obedience and so quickly,” the dragon on top of – and inside – him purred, pleasured. “We should take this one with us to use as a breeder.”

Rokanoss gave another growling, low moan at the idea of being taken to hell – or wherever the demons lived – and being used by everyone. As much as he didn’t want it, it was a beautiful fantasy in the moment, especially when punctuated by the other dragon’s cock slipping in and out of his dripping new pussy. Then, only moments later, the hellhound pounced, forcing his cock deep into Rokanoss’ muzzle and eagerly rutting into his mouth from the first moment. He tasted masculine, a little smoky, but it was the way his thick cockmeat forced the dragon’s jaws wide open that really excited him.

Well, that, and feeling more of that delicious precum squirt over his tongue as the dog fucked his mouth.

It didn’t take long before the dragon was getting close to cumming, though. His entire serpentine body tensed and shuddered as he drove himself into Rokanoss’ new pussy, again and again, unbearably eager to sully his new sex with its first load of warm, thick, seed.

“You’ll look ever better with a clutch of eggs inside you, rrh. I wonder if it’ll be one of ours or whoever you let fuck your slutty, cum-dripping little hole later,” the hell-drake coaxed him. Demons always wanted to inspire one to deeper debauchery. “And you will. You’ll hardly say no to any male who notices what you are wants to use you as a sleeve.”

If there was any truth to it, Rokanoss couldn’t say. Right now, he couldn’t say much. He was feeling a wonderful, gorgeous sensation wind up inside him, like a coiling spring or a growing fire, maybe both at once. He understood that meant he was about to cum, but the way the sensations seemed to radiate from his belly and throughout his entire body were new, confusing, and of course, beyond exciting. If his mouth hadn’t been full of a hellhound’s thick shaft, he would’ve probably begged the drake to not stop.

But he wasn’t going to stop, was he? He was going to rut the grey dragon to the inevitable climax of unprotected sex, his bare cock filling his new womb with infernal seed that’d just about guarantee a heavy pregnancy.

And Rokanoss was going to let him. Even just the idea of being full of cum, consequences be damned, was intensely erotic in his dazed state. Would anyone notice a trickle of thick pearly white leaking from under his tail? Maybe. Would they point it out? Probably not. Then again, who knew? Some of the male dragons who he met now and then might want to take turns on him if they noticed. The infernal dragon’s thrusts grew so fast that the wet thuds of their bodies slamming together sounded almost like a rapid, ritual drumbeat. The culmination of what had been done to him.

All those thoughts and questions were cut short when the hell-drake let out a deeply satisfied hiss-growl and drove his long, curved cock all the way into Rokanoss’ fertile, wet sex and held himself there. Throb, throb, throb. He could feel the demonic cock twitch and jerk inside him. He could almost hear the muted splattering spurts of cum erupting into him. It felt so unbelievably naughty, letting a demon seed him like that, but it was also such a powerful aphrodisiac – even without accounting for any naturally lust-heightening effects of demon cum – letting him do it, accepting every tainted drop of infernal seed.

And his body didn’t care. There was nothing Rokanoss could do but take it. The great dragon wasn’t used to feeling helpless, but feeling the thick heat pump deep into his core, he got an intoxicatingly sensual taste of what it meant to have no choice at all.

He could feel that sticky wetness oozing out around his stretched vent. Out, and down his legs, leaving them glistening with the lewdest kind of decoration. He sucked on the hellhound’s cock with increasing passion, wanting – needing – more.

“Such a… nrf, good hen,” the dragon groaned, panting. “Who wants to go next? He’s going to be a bit slippery.”

“I’m good here. Very good. Prefer the mouth,” the hound growled, each head agreeing. “Let the bird fuck him.”

“Gladly,” the phoenix replied. From the corner of his eye, Rokanoss could see his fiery feathers flare ever so slightly at the proposition. He approached, beautiful glowing plumage so striking that it was almost hypnotic. “Once you manage to pull yourself out, that is.”

“Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute. One has to savor the corruption of mortals,” the dragon replied, and then planted his talon-clad front legs against Rokanoss’ back, pushing himself up and off. The feeling of his cock popping out of his new pussy was strange, but it was quickly followed by a hot gush of spilled seed, a sensation so obscenely sexual that the drake blushed again. His belly felt bloated and full. Just how much sperm had the hellish dragon pumped into him?

It felt like gallons.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the phoenix hopped up and dug his own talons into Rokanoss’ hindquarters, the dragon focusing on swirling his tongue over the point tip of the hellhound’s cock. Being a bird, the mating would require some creativity, and Rokanoss thanked whatever powers might be listening for his tough scales. He could feel the firebird’s grip pinch even through them; imagining what it might be like without scales was too painful to even try.

The dragon could feel his cock, though, slipping out of his slit. Rokanoss wasn’t exactly as familiar with birds as he was with other dragons, but it felt just as warm as the previous one, and though driving it into him took some more effort – the phoenix only had two strong legs to work with, after all – he couldn’t wait to feel it inside him. He remained as still as possible, savoring the feeling of heat once again growing behind him, the suddenly familiar insistent hardness of a cock swelling against him.

“Get ready to swallow, pup,” the hellhound growled with one head. The other two were grunting and panting as he thrust into Rokanoss’ snout. “I’m almost there.”

The dragon, obediently, sucked even more firmly on that beautiful canine cock, his lips kissing the growing knot that’d never fit in his mouth. That didn’t make it warmly smushing against his lips any less erotic. Nor did feeling him throb hard enough that his cock bumped against the dragon’s palate, gushing out even more warm precum.

It was too much. If not before, then it was definitely too much when the phoenix drove his cock into the dragon’s cunt, accompanied with a triumphant, trilling cry. He was – again – being spitroasted by demons. It was heaven, though maybe not in the way it had originally being conceived. Rather, it was hot, sticky, and punctuated by bestial growls and grunts, with the hellhound racing towards his release while the phoenix began to properly rut into him, using his wings for extra thrust and leverage. Each beat of them was followed by a rush of warm air.

“That’s… it, here it comes,” cerberian dog growled, and then let out a howl, smashing his cock into Rokanoss’ mouth hard enough that his knot was almost forced in. The dragon felt him throb, and then, his mouth was full of slimy hellhound-cum before he could even take a breath. It was bitter, salty, with a touch of brimstone, and it flooded his mouth and left him with no choice but to swallow in greedy mouthfuls while the dog kept twitching and growling, back claws digging into the rock as he tried in vain to push deeper into Rokanoss’ muzzle. This time, the drake definitely heard each spurt as it splattered against the back of his maw, or even straight down his throat.

And he kept cumming. It felt like five full minutes of constant gulping to be able to breathe before his throbbing finally eased and then stopped altogether. Above him, all three heads were adorned with satisfied smiles, the hellhound’s legs hanging loosely over the dragon’s sides while he watched the phoenix fuck him.

“Mm,” one head purred. “Such a good…”

“Such a bad bitch,” the second countered.

“Agreed. Barely even got a pussy and he’s already a slut,” the third said with a thick, throaty chuckle.

“Fill that depraved slut-womb with some eggs,” the second encouraged the phoenix before slowly yanking his cock free of the dragon’s mouth. “I want to see him swollen.”

“Oh, he’s plenty swollen already,” the first head laughed, vaguely nodding towards Rokanoss’ belly.

He was swollen. He had swallowed so much cum that it, in addition to what he’d been inseminated with, had left his stomach bulging out, inflated with warm, fresh, and demonic sperm. Rokanoss looked several months pregnant, and even demonic eggs didn’t grow that fast. As he was rocked back and forth by the phoenix’ thrusts, he could feel himself sloshing.

But at that point, the dragon was so lost in pleasure that he was barely aware of anything but the continued wet pistoning of the bird’s shaft into his welcoming, fertile slit. Cum dripped from his mouth as it hung open in a breathless moan of erotic desperation, and he licked his lips with passionate abandon.

The bird didn’t seem as concerned with making the moment last as the canine had. No, this one pounded into him with all the force his beating wings could muster, and some spot that he kept bumping into deep inside Rokanoss’ new and unfamiliar body – at least, unfamiliar from the waist down – kept forcing the dragon to moan, the pleasure so intense that he nearly saw stars.

“That’d be your g-spot, hen,” the phoenix squawked. His body kept burning hotter and hotter as he approached his own climax, the wet slapping of his cloaca against the dragon’s slit echoing in his den. “Just go ahead and cum for me. Not like you could resist anyway.”

Say that as he might, the Phoenix didn’t wait even a second for Rokanoss’ own orgasm. Suddenly, he let out another triumphant avian cry as he slammed his cock all the way into the dragon’s body, and just like the hellish drake had before, erupted inside him in thick, warm spouts of seed, each accompanied by a wonderful throb around the base of his cock.

“T-take it,” he groaned.

Rokanoss didn’t hear him. The pleasure he had been feeling reached a fever pitch almost immediately as he felt and heard even more cum pumping into him. He came, and his first feminine orgasm felt like the tide washing over him. No, not a ride; a storm. A storm had that made him soak the phoenix’ fiery body with his juices, each clench squeezing the cum out of his cock and into the depths of the drake’s sex. His tail curled, his back arched, his claws reflexively gouged the stone floor, and he quickly found himself fading under the intense waves of pleasure that kept going even after the bird’s cock stopped twitching and jerking inside him.

He didn’t realize that he had blacked out before he woke, some time later, in a puddle of mixed sexual fluids in the middle of the summoning circle. The demons had left him laying there, in relative comfort and total post-coital bliss, with nothing but their cum to remember them by. Well, their cum and his new, pleasantly aching pussy. The message was clear enough, though unspoken; if he wanted more fun, all he had to do was to summon them again.

But Rokanoss had other plans. Demons were perfect lovers, but he wanted to try other things while he still had his pussy. He craned his neck to look at what a mess that glowing spot under his tail was, and to his surprise, it was breathtaking. His cunt still oozed with demonic seed, and rather than anything bad, he felt pride. Pride at how good he looked when properly bred, the pearly white cum such a beautiful contrast against his grey scales.

Immediately, he realized that this would quickly get addictive. But then, his plans were, specifically, to indulge as much as he could before he returned to normal eventually.

Rokanoss used the next few weeks to experiment more with his newly changed body. Specifically, he invited over every big, handsome male dragon he knew and at some point, happened to accidentally flash them, letting them catch the scent of his fertility, or even – with only the slightest blush – letting them openly admire what a mess his previous lover had left under his tail.

Unsurprisingly, dragons being the horny beasts they were, almost all of them eagerly took that offer, happily mounting their former rival and fucking him until they too reached a blissful climax, always accompanied by planting their seed inside Rokanoss’ belly. Other species, even more so. He found a particular liking for the thick, equine cocks that hippogryphs possessed as one sunk his shaft into him.

“Usually, males need some convincing to surrender their cocks,” the hippogryph chuckled. Rokanoss didn’t even remember his name. “And you did it voluntarily. I guess you really needed something new, huh?”

Rokanoss could only moan as the musky beast fucked him like a proper stallion-stud. Hippogryphs, from what he could remember, had a particular liking for males like him, and it certainly felt like that with the enormous, equine shaft pounding into him and stretching him wide. The regular gryphon that he had played with the other day had been energetic, but nothing compared to this, owing to both sheer girth and the way his flared tip scraped over every sensitive spot in Rokanoss’ clutching passage.

He didn’t get off before he made the dragon to melt in an almost explosive orgasms, following which he filled his womb with gallons of thick hippogryph seed delivered in thick, audible spurts, even more of it than what a regular stallion might produce. And so it went, with participant after participant, though equine shafts remained in the back of his mind from that point on; everything from their size to the delightful amount of cum shooting into him and leaving him both bloated and even hornier than before.

“That’s a beautiful look for you,” the hippogryph grinned, satisfied, as he pulled out to admire the way Rokanoss’ slit happily drooled with his messy white seed, only hesitantly tightening back up to stem the flow. “Should be like that every day like all good half-female drakes…”

The hippogryph sounded like he had some experience, but Rokanoss didn’t ask him to specify, and he didn’t offer to, beyond the reassurance that he’d always eagerly fill the grey dragon’s cunt when he needed a bellyful of strong hippogryph eggs. “If you’re not pregnant already, that is,” he laughed as he departed. “Then you will be once my seed soaks into that womb of yours.”

He was right, of course, though it hardly took a genius to understand that such hedonistic pursuits quickly took their cost. One day, his swollen belly didn’t shrink all the way back down after he was “empty”; rather, on a gentle touch, he could feel the outlines of small but growing eggs inside him. A life-changing but inevitable realization; any owner of a fertile pussy who kept letting men cum inside him or her was bound to get pregnant sooner or later. In fact, the visible symbol of his lustiness only excited him more, and Rokanoss quickly decided that he’d need to show himself off even more. Perhaps he’d go to one of the many meetings of the local dragons and see just how much he could indulge his new desires. He was bound to meet someone who was intrigued by his unusual physiology.

One of the younger dragons in the country was, coincidentally, hosting such a meeting in just a few days. It was the typical adventurous party of youth, surely consisting mostly of him trying to impress the others, and in normal times, it’d have been far beneath Rokanoss’ notice.

Now, though, the younger age of that drake meant he was far more likely to be horny, and that was exactly what the grey dragon and his needy pussy demanded. He was already starting to show, too, which meant that one didn’t have to worry about knocking him up. No, they’d only have casual sex, giving him a warm, tight place to empty his seed into. Few males could resist such an offer. And a younger dragon wouldn’t decline his offer to attend, either. It was all a game of appearances, and having any older, mightier dragon at your meeting meant you absorbed just the tiniest hint of their influence, seeing as they saw you as being worth their time.

Sure enough, he received an approving answer the same day. Rokanoss couldn’t help but grin to himself at just how eager the younger dragon seemed. Hopefully, it wasn’t only for diplomacy and dragon-political power plays.

He’d just have to see.

It wasn’t until he was flying towards that meeting place – a relatively modest cliffside dwelling like his own but smaller – that Rokanoss realized just how difficult flight had gotten. The eggs in his belly added just enough to his weight to throw him off, with each beat of his wings lifting him just a little less than he was used to. He groaned as he flew; it was irritating, but at the same time, actual dragonesses flew until they were ready to lay. He could do it, too, he just had to focus.

And sure enough, he made it, landing at the other dragon’s den. His claws dug into the sun-warmed and worn rock of the landing as he set down, panting just under his breath. There were a few other dragons present. Not many, but enough to actually call it a meeting. He recognized one of his distant “neighbors” – a red with beautiful, curved horns – and even a few dragonesses. If Rokanoss hadn’t been distracted by the itchy, wet need between his legs, which he could’ve sworn the demons made much more intense than what any female felt, he might’ve seen it as a good opportunity to rub shoulders with others and plan, as dragons always did, for expanding their own power and wealth.

Instead, he went directly to looking for the party’s host, a blue dragon named Azure, with scales that shimmered like the deepest parts of the oceans under the midday sun. He was talking to someone else, so Rokanoss walked past him, raising his tail as if by accident. Azure choked on his words as he caught the intended glimpse of the grey dragon’s slit, though he recovered with admirable ease, pretending that he was simply clearing his throat.

“-as I was saying…” he continued, though Rokanoss, who sat down as if to listen, grinned at the way the blue dragon’s eyes kept darting over to him, as if unsure if what he had seen was a real invitation. Rokanoss offered a wide, toothy grin in response. “There’s a lot of… a lot of humans… a lot-“

He trailed off entirely. “Excuse me, please. Something just came up,” he told the dragon he’d been talking with.

And with that, he subtly gestured for Rokanoss to follow him into the “bedchamber”, the smoothest room in a dragon’s den, lined with furs and fabrics to make resting – and of course, mating – as comfortable as possible. Rokanoss followed happily until they were, or at least seemed to be out, out of earshot of the others. He saw Azure’s cock peeking from his sheath already; the distinctly feminine pheromones of his new sex had to be working. Either that, or the younger drake was terribly needy by nature.

“What are you?” Azure asked with a curious glint in his eye.

“Oh, just a different male,” Rokanoss purred. “One who would like to mate with you.”

Sometimes, being straightforward was the best. In a heartbeat, the two were entangled in kisses and touches, stumbling towards the back of the drake’s bedchamber. He managed to yank one of the enormous blankets over the two – embarrassed, perhaps, to be found playing with another male – but rather than letting him take the lead, Rokanoss pushed him against the fur-covered floor and straddled his body.

“With me in control, of course,” he smiled, staring intently at the startled, and perhaps confused drake under him, his sky-blue eyes wide with surprise, though the surprise of being wrestled down by the larger, older drake made him want their union any less. In fact, his cock only seemed to get harder, slipping out of its protective slit and bumping, insistently, against Rokanoss’ hindquarters and his damp, hungry slit.

Rokanoss grinned. The other beasts, perhaps, could take him as they wanted. Other dragons, however, he would insist on retaining his masculine dominance with. Even if he was the one taking them inside him. “Now just relax.”

He wasn’t used to riding others, much less other males, but the instincts that came with his needy new sex helped him find the right position, until he felt Azure’s cocktip brush over the folds of his slit.

“G-gods, heavens, you feel so warm! O-oh, fuck, be careful,” he groaned. And that was when Rokanoss realized that the younger drake was a virgin. His grin only grew, realizing that he’d be the one to claim his first orgasm. “I might-“

“-you won’t,” Rokanoss reassured him, clamping a paw over the younger dragon’s snout. “I won’t let you.”

His voice dripped with draconic dominance; each word hung heavy like an oath in the air. Azure nodded meekly. He had been too busy building and reinforcing his own territory, and here this other, irresistible male was, about to-

Rokanoss lowered his hindquarters, his tail naturally curling around Azure’s own as the rock-hard tip of the blue dragon’s cock pushed into his wet, fertile embrace. The two moaned as one, though the younger drake’s moans were quieted by Rokanoss squeezing his muzzle shut. Each inch must’ve felt like pure bliss to Azure, given how his eyes rolled back in their sockets, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“That’s it. Good dragon. Give me what I want,” Rokanoss whispered, quietly. He let gravity take over and sank the last few inches onto Azure’s ridged breeding rod. It felt perfect inside him, hard as steel and ready for breeding. Of course, in reality, Rokanoss was already pregnant with a dozen or more eggs, but he liked imagining that he wasn’t, and that Azure was going to breed him with his very first orgasm with another dragon. “Move your hips.”

Azure obeyed, and Rokanoss matched each motion, slowly rocking and gyrating his hips on top of the younger drake, savoring the way his ridges nudged and pulled on his soaked sex. He was just about to throw the blanket off to try to stay a little cooler when he heard someone else’s talons clacking against the smooth stone, approaching the two from behind.

“Yes?” he asked, pre-empting the intruder. He never stopped moving. There was a ritualistic aspect to everything a dragon did, one of never letting anyone see one had been surprised. As slutty as he had become in the last few months of his life, he would lose no small amount of status if his condition became public knowledge. Other species rarely judged. Dragons often did, if they weren’t involved in the act themselves, like all of Rokanoss’ earlier lovers.

“Mm,” came a feminine voice from behind him. “Such horny drakes we have here. Tsk, tsk, Azure, I wouldn’t have imagined you being on the bottom…”

The dragoness must’ve thought that Rokanoss was fucking Azure and not the other way around, the grey drake realized, much to his relief. He emphasized the motions of his hips, trying his best to make the impression that he was indeed on top. And he was, of course; just not in the way that one might usually expect a male to top. The dragoness didn’t recognize a difference, thankfully.

“Rokanoss, hm? Staking a claim here, are we?” she continued, completely ignoring the fact that she was interrupting them in act.

Azure squirmed under Rokanoss, trying to protest at being assumed to be the “receiving” party in the act, but a quick pinch at his throat silenced that. Many dragons experimented, and his reputation would recover just fine.

“Yes, thank you for- rrh, noticing,” Rokanoss growled, surprised at just how hoarse he sounded with lust and exertion. “Now, if there’s nothing else…”

Azure’s cock felt so amazing inside him. Then again, they all did. But there was something special about mating with fellow dragons, too. An equine cock was beautiful, but his drenched pussy was designed to be compatible with a draconic one, with all its ridges and bumps, and the chemistry was both undeniable and wonderful. He tried his hardest not to moan, if only for the sake of appearances. Azure, for his part, would’ve certainly moaned if not for Rokanoss holding his maw shut.

“Can you blame me for wanting to watch our handsome males play with each other?” she grinned. “But I do suppose I’ll leave you-“

The last few words were drowned out by other sensations as Rokanoss suddenly felt Azure’s cock throb inside him, along with his muffled moans resonating even through a closed muzzle. The younger dragon squirmed and thrashed as he erupted inside Rokanoss, filling him with the very first load of seed that he had ever given anyone, without anyone even knowing that he did so. Pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum jetted into his depths. He would never get tired of that feeling; it was so deeply erotic to feel a male empty their balls inside him, such tangible proof of their pleasure and at the same time, incredibly intimate even with a stranger.

The feeling, or rather what the feeling meant, quickly pushed Rokanoss over the edge as well. In just a few moments, he was squirming too, grinding his cum-soaked slit down against the other drake’s belly-scales while his passage milked his cock with almost ravenous clenches, each one sucking Azure’s cum deeper into his womb.

Thankfully, the dragoness had already turned her back, and the blankets muffled the sound of their orgasm just enough that she didn’t bother investigating further. But that revealed something to Rokanoss, instead; he liked the risk of being found out, and especially the stealthy aspect of it. Being bred and seeded while someone was watching but unaware sharpened the sexual high he was experiencing to a razor’s edge of delight.

Finally, he let go of Azure’s snout.

“That… t-that was amazing,” he gasped. “But, rrh. They’ll all think I’m a bottom now.”

“You’ll be fine,” Rokanoss chuckled, pressing himself firmly against the other drake. “Just show them they’re wrong. Besides, it was worth it, wasn’t it?”

Azure could only admit that it was, indeed, worth every last moment of embarrassment. Eventually, the two disentangled themselves from each other, and as was tradition by now, when Azure’s cock slipped from Rokanoss’ well-bred slit, he let the other male have a good look at what he had accomplished. Quickly, the grey dragon was learning to love both that warm feeling of sloppiness, feeling cum drip down his legs, and of course, the rather slutty, lewd act of letting his partners admire their work.

He made his way home quietly, regardless, with his tail down, so that the inquisitive dragoness wouldn’t put two and two together. Then, he went back to experimenting with every species he could imagine, for a few more months, while his belly grew and grew until he was undeniably pregnant and didn’t dare venture outside much, lest random dragons figure out his unusual condition. All of his partners knew, yes, and riding them while heavily pregnant was a delight, but being involved, they’d never spill his secrets.

Eventually, after all that fun had been had, for as long as he could make it last, it was time to lay the eggs that’d been growing inside him. That realization was accompanied by a cramp somewhere deep in his belly, and then another, until Rokanoss had no choice but to let his body assume the position for laying. Though mostly male, those instincts were so deeply ingrained into all dragonkind that they guided him, too. It was a kind of squat, over some soft blankets that the dragon had gathered earlier.

One by one, the eggs popped out, each one feeling immensely large as they pushed from his womb into his outer sex, slowly stretching every inch of him on the way out. Rokanoss managed to lay just one egg before groaning. With the next, he was moaning at the top of his lungs. The feeling was so utterly indescribable to someone who had been fully male most of his life.

But it wasn’t unpleasant. The eggs caressed him even as his body pushed them out with gentle spasms and clenches, and that, in turn, left Rokanoss dripping wet with his own natural lubrication, helping each subsequent egg he brought into the world. By the end of it he was a panting mess, dripping and drooling from the exertion. Eventually, the birthing-cramps ceased, and Rokanoss could curl up around his clutch protectively.

He wasn’t quite sure if they were demonic eggs or not. There was no visible difference from any other dragon’s eggs. Maybe they were a little warmer to the touch than he had expected, but nothing more than that. He’d just have to wait to see what they hatched into.

And that left Rokanoss with another, more pressing question. Almost the instant he was done giving birth, that sensation of emptiness was reasserting itself. He had been planning to summon the demons again, to turn him back, but suddenly he wasn’t so sure. Sure, he could have his cock returned and top properly once again, breeding others… or he could enjoy more wonderful cocks rutting into him, breeding him with another clutch of mixed eggs, and rejoice in the pleasure and satisfaction that being bred brought with it.

It wasn’t, as it turned out, quite as easy a decision as Rokanoss had first thought it would be, and the drake spent more than a few restless nights trying to make up his mind while grinding into one pillow or another, fighting the urge to summon – or call over – some male suitors who’d eagerly seal his condition for another nine months of pregnancy.