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“This is it,” declared Lord Derek as he approached the dire dragon’s lair. A ride of three nights had brought him there, through forests dark and mountains perilous. The King’s daughter Princess Gyla had been so cravenly stolen from her tower in the night. A screech and a struggle before she was gone. The King would choose his bravest knight to rescue her. Who else besides the brave Sir Derek? The man who had fought many battles and felled even more dastardly creatures. He took to the wilderness with his trusty mount and made haste, his shining suit of armor clanging as he went, his sword rattling in its scabbard, his shield aching to absorb the heat of a dragon’s flame.

All of it followed him to the dire dragon’s lair, its entrance a massive double door of tarnished bronze that had been placed on the hillside. Derek hitched his horse to the nearest tree, a dead cedar bare of any leaves. He stepped down from the saddle with a typical clank of armor, the crest of orange feathers which sprouted from his helmet quivering from the impact. A chiseled expression of stoicism and experience scowled from within the flanks of his helmet. A soft grizzle covered his jaw while locks of gold drizzled down his forehead. He lowered the visor over his face, leaving nothing but a chevroned slit for his azul gaze to glower through. One gloved hand was gripped to the handle of his sword. The other drew his shield from the saddle.

“Princess Gyla,” he said aloud. “I’ve come for you.” Derek marched to the massive bronze doors. Two hoops dangled from them. He grabbed one and gave it a great heave. The door swung open with a haunting creak. It was oppressively heavy, and yet he managed to bring it all the way open. The ill moonlight poured inside, illuminating the granite floor and walls. A burgundy carpet ran down its length, illuminated every dozenth pace or so by a crackling wall torch. [i]Truly the lair of a fiend[/i], Derek thought as he drew his sword with a heroic [i]shinggggg[/i].

Into the breach. His steel boots clanked against the smooth stone floor with devastating volume, each footfall echoing down the corridor and announcing his presence. [i]Good. Let them come.[/i] Stepping further inside he became aware of the door open behind him. [i]Don’t want an avenue to retreat. Only cowards retreat.[/i] He reached backwards and closed it, trapping himself within the dragon’s lair.

His journey continued slowly, sword at the ready, shield at his breast. His eyes darted behind their visor, ready for any shape or form to opaquify out of the black and render him a pile of ashes. The floor and walls flickered under the orange glow of what looked to be a thousand torches reaching into the mountain’s bowels. How far did it go? What corner would he find the princess around? Would he find her at all? Was she already eaten?

Derek tightened his grip on the sword. [i]Begone, such doubts[/i]. [i]The princess is alive, I will save her, and I will slay her abductor.[/i] Dire dragons, such foul beasts. Creatures who indulged in the sins of the flesh without scruples. Derek shuddered to think what might’ve been done to Gyla already. Again, he shoved aside such negative thoughts. They would not help the princess nor himself. [i]Whatever’s been done to her I’ll do to her captors a hundred-fold.[/i]

Deeper into the corridor he went, still braced for contact with the enemy, but still auspiciously alone. [i]This is the right lair? It has to be.[/i] The thought of calling Gyla’s name passed his mind, but it was quickly shot down. [i]I don’t want her to come running here. The dragon will follow her, and we will likely strike up combat near her. I cannot risk her getting hurt. I have to find the dragon first and kill it. If I find Gyla first, perhaps I can pull her out without a fight.[/i] Not the most glorious outcome, but the most sensible.

Then he came to an abrupt stop. Out of the torches’ gloom he saw something scattered on the corridor floor. Heart leaping, he hurried forward for a closer look. Clothes, women’s clothes. A pink dress and undergarments all doused about the floor like they’d been ripped from her. A pair of dainty white shoes were kicked about as well, the ankles ripped apart like paper. Derek had seen the princess wearing this exact outfit during guard duty at the castle. [i]No! I can’t be too late![/i]

[i]Thoom. [/i]

The sound of a door opening at the end of the corridor. Derek snapped upright. [i]Something’s coming.[/i] Teeth gritted, fists clenched around the handles of his sword and shield, he dropped into a battle stance, shield in front of him, sword ready to stab. [i]Come, you foul beast. I’ll avenge the princess even if it costs me my life. [/i]

Shuffling footsteps towards him. Something big cometh, its hefty size echoing with every footfall. Sweat dripped down Derek’s face inside his visor. He would’ve liked to blame the heat of the torches, but he knew better. It was the rapid pump of his heart and the fear-saturated adrenaline that made him perspire. The beast grew closer. His innards twisted and yet he did not turn. [i]Come on,[/i] he begged. [i]Let me kill you. [/i]

The dragon materialized from the yonder black. A golden dire dragon, at least nine feet tall. A terrifically muscular body was woven into an unmistakably female specimen. Beneath those beautifully golden scales were fabulously swollen hips and thighs like he’d seen in illustrations of goddesses. Breasts several magnitudes larger than Derek’s head hung from her chest, their Jovian shape jostling with her every step, the dark brown nipples staring back at him. For such a hellacious physique and stature, her face looked young. A long, equine snout sprouted in front of a pair of sleek, opalescent eyes. They regarded the knight directly, Derek feeling her gaze like flames.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of him. “Derek?”

Hearing his name struck him like an arrow. He stood there motionless, eyes broad behind his visor. [i]That voice…[/i] “Princess?”

Gyla threw her arms up in the air. “It is you!” Then she came charging after him, feet stomping, breasts bouncing, a look of pure joy on her face. Instinct screamed at Derek to pierce her in the chest with his sword, but he remained frozen. He just watched as that titanic bosom came barreling towards his face until it consumed all his vision. [i]Whumpf![/i] She hit him like a locomotive, rattling him inside his armor and sending his sword and shield rattling to the floor loudly. He felt those massive arms go around his chest and lift him into the air. He was wagged back and forth like a stuffed animal, his legs swaying each way limply. “Oh, I’m so happy to see you! Have you come to rescue me?”

All was black inside Derek’s helmet. The inside of her cleavage covered everything, leaving him to sink into her feminine smell. Even through the heavy steel breast plate that covered his trunk he could feel the pressure of her embrace. She let him down at last, though her arms stayed around him. He stumbled in place, armor rattling and shifting. His helmet was cockeyed around his head, allowing only a sliver of sight through the visor.

“Here, let’s get this off,” said Gyla before relieving him of the helmet. Out came his sweaty face with a gasp. Staring straight at him were her tits, close enough that he could feel their matronly heat. Derek, by no means innocent to the touch of a woman, blushed heavily. He looked up to see Gyla’s pretty visage smiling down at him. “I’m so happy to see you. Did my father send you?”

It was most surreal to hear her voice coming out of that mouth. Derek had to gulp before he could speak. “Y-yes, he did. The Kingdom is most worried about you. I volunteered to come save you and slay the dragon.” He looked her up and down, marveling at her array of scales, muscle, and curves. He felt a stir behind his tassets. “Although it would appear… you are the dragon. Princess Gyla, what happened?”

“Oh! The dragoness here flew to my window and offered to show me her lair here and become a new person!”

“And… you accepted?”

Gyla nodded, flapping the crest of spikes on her head. “Mmhmm! You know life in the castle has been dreadfully boring for my whole life. I thought it was appropriate to make a change.”

Derek hardly agreed. This was not something he anticipated. A million guesses and he would not have come up with something like this. The princess, His Majesty’s most favored and beautiful daughter, had been turned into a tall, busty dire dragon. Not against her will either. She went willingly and harbored no signs of wanting to go back. Derek didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to think. [i]What on Earth am I to tell the king?[/i] “Gyla… Your father is very worried. The Kingdom is very worried. What will they think if they find out you’ve become…” Again, his gaze was drawn into her bosom. It had a gravitational pull on his attention, sucking it back in every so often. “…this?”

“Oh, I’m not worried at all about them. They’ll be shocked, yes, but they’ll come to accept as well as embrace this new form. I’ve felt nothing but peace and liberation during these past few days. I think the Kingdom will feel the same.”

Fear made Derek’s eyes widen and his jaw tremble. “Gyla… What do you mean the Kingdom?”

But Gyla wasn’t given the chance to answer before another voice echoed out from the corridor. “Hey! What’s going on?” Derek jolted in his armor. Gyla stepped aside with her arm still hooked around his so that he could see their host sauntering into the torchlight. She was as tall and as large as Gyla, featuring all the same robust assets that Derek enjoyed. Everything was shared with Gyla in shape and size, their only distinguishable difference being in the shape of their faces. While Gyla’s was young and spritely, this dragoness’ was sleek, wise, and cunning. Ferociously emerald irises glinted at Derek with much less hospitality than what Gyla had provided. If Gyla’s gaze had made Derek feel the flames, this goddess had already turned him to ashes.

The dragoness stood with one hand on her hip. “And who might this be? Some gallant knight come to rescue you, Gyla?”

Derek shivered in his boots. He meant to grab for his sword, but it was halfway down the corridor behind him where Gyla had sent it scattering. His shield was just as far away, unable to protect him should she decide to incinerate him. He let out a frightened squeak when Gyla hugged him to her shoulder. “He is! Gelena, this is Derek. Derek, this is the Queen Dragoness, Gelena.”

Gelena cocked an eyebrow at him. “Derek, eh? I assume you’ve come to slay me, aye?”

Derek could feel how cold his face had become. His fingers felt wooden in their gauntlets. “That… that was my plan, yes,” he said in a timid voice just above a whisper.

“I see.” Gelena crossed her arms in front of her bosom. The tendons in her forearms bulged, each one ringing with the strength of ten men. “And now that I’ve welcomed Gyla into my fold, do you intend on slaying her as well?”

Derek meant to plead his case until Gyla hugged him even tighter. His face plummeted into the leathery flank of her right tit, covering all of it except one eye. A single, giant hand palmed the back of his head like it was a grapefruit. “No! Derek would never. He’s a brave, loyal knight who’s served my father for years! I trust him with my life.” Inside, Derek thanked her profusely.

Gelena nodded, though she didn’t seem convinced. “Mmm, well alright. If he’s so loyal to your father, what do you think he’ll tell him if we let him go back?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’ll tell him how happy I am now, how happy everyone will be once we’ve brought them into the flock.”

[i]The flock? What flock?[/i] Derek tried pushing away from Gyla, if just to speak, but her grip on him was like iron. In just the strength of her hand he could feel the power to crush his cranium or warp his armor.

“I think he would make a fine addition,” Gyla went on. “Don’t you think?”

That kickstarted his struggle. Muffled protests rumbled out of him and into Gyla’s tit. She seemed to remember that she was holding him in the first place and let go. He came out with a gasping, blushing face. “What do you mean by flock?” he demanded. The moment the words left his mouth he knew he was out of line speaking with such a tone. [i]Address her like you would the King.[/i] Derek bowed his head. “Forgive me, but this is all very jarring, Your Majesty. I don’t know what’s going on. Because it involves the King’s daughter, I believe I should be told so that I may relay it to him properly.” He dared to look up at her with his eyes while his head was still bowed. Her expression had not changed.

“I’m transforming humans into dire dragons to create an empire of my own, one of peace, prosperity, and liberty,” Queen Gelena told him. “Princess Gyla is just one of the many people I’ve brought into my flock. There are hundreds of us across the Kingdom ready to create more of my kind who will be subservient to me. We are biding our time, waiting for the opportunity to create a mass transformation of humans. Convincing Princess Gyla was one big step in doing the same to her father and all her subjects, including you, Derek.”

She said it so flatly, so calmly, as if it was nothing. Derek did not react immediately, the dread having filled his limbs with lead. The idea of himself and thousands of others turning into dire dragons flooded his mind. He struggled to see the same happening to himself, even though he knew it would happen to him very shortly.

Gyla sensed his unease and hugged him back into the side of her breast. “It’s alright, Derek. I’ve been a dragon for just three days now and I can tell you it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. If we could do the same to everyone who lives in my father’s Kingdom, then harmony and liberty will be upon the land.”

Derek just stared up at her blankly. Again, he had trouble processing the Princess’s voice coming out of such a beast. Worse were such asinine statements. He wondered whether she had actually gone willingly. Nobody would agree to such a thing. [i]Gyla, I’m sorry. I was too late to save you.[/i] But he could see the beaming smile on her face with his own two eyes. The way they glinted and the way they spoke lent to a person who felt great joy. During his days guarding the castle he’d never seen her so radiant. [i]Perhaps she was already saved. [/i]

“It appears our friend needs more convincing,” said Gelena. “Gyla, darling, won’t you help me change his mind?”

Gyla split a childishly excited grin. “Yes! Of course!”

Derek was held against Gyla, forced to watch as the Dragoness Queen approached them both, her massive pair of tits trapping him in a pincer of soft women. Her cold stare had turned into a coy smirk. “Perfect~ We’ll see how much he enjoys being one of us.” The Queen reached out for him with one titanic arm, grabbing him by the right sleeve of his armor and yanking him towards her like he weighed nothing. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, his face went into Gelena’s bosom, right down to the sternum. Soft, warm woman flesh coddled him on both sides, flattening his nose and smothering him with its smell. His face turned ablaze. That stirring beneath his belt turned into a full-blown erection, that which scraped against the inner leather without mercy. The Queen’s massive arms held him in place with one hand cradling the back of his head. He couldn’t see, but she was smiling at him. “Be calm, dear knight. Your worries will melt away with your humanity.”

The rawest panic tore at his insides. He could not tear away from her strength, nor blow through Gyla who also hugged him from behind, completely ensconcing his head within their audacious mammaries. The heat was enough to melt him. His whole body vibrated. Each panicked inhale was a wallop of that intoxicating woman smell. It clawed at his mind, wilting his sobriety and intensifying his erection. He hugged Her Majesty, no longer trying to break away, but to dig himself deeper into that divinely ordained miasma. “[i]Hmmmmf… Hnnnnnnn… Mmmmmph[/i]”

“Sounds like he’s enjoying it,” purred the Queen. “He won’t last long. Perhaps he’ll go more quickly than you did,” she told Gyla.

Gyla giggled. “I hope so. I’m excited now that I get to watch it happen to someone else.”

Their teasing pulled him somewhat out of the funk. His slack jaw tightened into a grit. [i]No! I won’t let them do this![/i] He pulled his head back from Gelena’s cleavage. He managed to separate from her, but only because she let him. Gyla was there right behind him to share her equally blissful warmth and aroma. The two dragonesses closed on him more tightly, flattening their breasts against each other’s and completely swaddling the knight’s head.

Inside the squeeze of their jugs Derek could feel his lightheadedness travel down his spine and disseminate through his body like some sort of high. He felt lighter inside his breastplate like he would soon float into the ceiling. His fingers grabbed blindly at the two women, incidentally groping their inner thighs.

“There it goes,” purred Gelena.

“Oh, he’ll be so pretty!” the princess chirped.

[i]Pretty. I’ll be pretty.[/i] The feeling of having weight returned to him in full when suddenly his skin seemed to be changing. It grew tougher, stiffer, each movement making it grate against itself. That sensation sank even deeper into his muscles, then his bones. The armor surrounding his body was suddenly too tight. It would shrink into his body and crush him to bits. But that wasn’t what was happening. His smothered vision began to peak over the upper slopes of the two dragoness’ breasts. From the darkness into the torchlight his pupils shrank. Blinking to regain focus, he saw the two of them smiling down at him.

“How’s it feel?” asked Gelena.

Derek felt many things, some of them good, some of them bad, all of it swirling together in a maelstrom of discomfort and lightheadedness. “I… What’s going on? My armor, my body, it’s…” His voice was muffled by the breasts in front of his face until his mouth was over them. Both shoulders pressed into the ladies flanking him. Steel and leather felt ready to squeeze him. [i]Am I getting bigger? [/i]

“It’s alright,” cooed Gyla. “It’s supposed to happen.”

“Here, let’s rid him of this pesky armor,” Gelena suggested. Her and Gyla reached into the joints and folds of his now grossly distended suit of armor. They used their finger claws to clip the leather straps holding it all together. They slid his gauntlets off and allowed them to hit the floor around their feet with a loud [i]clang![/i] One by one they removed the pieces, disregarding the craftmanship of such a proud work of art.

Before long Derek was totally nude. A cool breeze chilled his sweat-glistened skin. The two women hugged him more tightly, warding off the cold with their bodies. That wonderful smell had been grafted onto his olfactory. It stained his mind as well as his nostrils, earning a throb in his penis that made it bounce. But something was wrong. Outside the confines of his armor, his member felt small. It was still hard like rock, and yet something was lacking. Derek was able to lean forward and crane his head over the flanks of Gyla and Gelena’s breasts. He thought he would see the head of his cock jutting ahead, but nothing was there.

“Wha-what?” In a moment of clarity brought by the threat to his masculinity, Derek managed to pry himself from the two dragons. He looked down and saw what had become of his pecker. It was still there, but it had shrunken dramatically and was making a visible retreat into his loins. Once the pride of his status as a man, it had regressed into something so paltry that it raced to hide itself inside him along with his balls. “What is this!?”

It wasn’t all that was changing. The fair color of his skin had turned into a bronzed-gold color. The hair that covered his chest, abs, and pubis were all gone, leaving nothing but smooth skin beneath. It wouldn’t be smooth for long. Across his every facet he could see the texture changing into something rougher. Thousands of broad, shiny scales were sprouting to the surface, each one of them laced perfectly with their neighbors. Of course that wasn’t all. The sinewy column of leg muscles he boasted were inflating outwards into a womanly bow shape. The rigid V-notch that pointed to his loins between his hips softened, as did the row of rib muscles that descended the flanks of his torso. White claws grew from his toes. Looking at his beefed-up arms he saw the same thing happening to his fingers. “[i]Ahh…[/i]” His hands went to his chest. There he grew most dramatically, a pair of heavy airbags swelling to the surface and making his beady pink nipples turn big, brown, and puffy. That lightheadedness was gone, replaced by the terror of watching his humanity and masculinity melt away before his very eyes. “No! No, no, no! Make it stop! [i]Make it stop![/i]”

There was a soft hush. It was Gyla who calmly stepped up and hugged him. Her bosom did not encompass his head but rather his right bicep. She was still taller than him, but he was catching up quickly. “It’s too late to make it stop. Just relax. Embrace it. It’ll all be over soon, and you’ll be as beautiful as we are.”

Derek’s lengthening face wore an expression of grief. His nostrils were broadening. Replacing what had been pretty, blonde hair was a mane of reptilian spikes that started at the roof of his forehead and ran all the way down to the small of his back. Beneath it all his face looked the same. So, too, did his voice sound familiar. “But… I don’t want…”

“You often don’t know what you want until you get it,” said Queen Gelena. “Much the same as you don’t know what you have until you lose it. Tell me, Sir Derek, what do you want?”

“What… do I want?” He wanted to save the princess, right? To earn more favor from her father, the King. To be regaled as a hero back home, to perhaps have her hand in marriage and grow old with her. But Gyla didn’t need saving. She was happy where she was, here with the dragoness queen. Derek was already a knight, revered and respected by the populace. While appreciated by His Majesty, did he honestly expect the King would offer up daughter’s hand in marriage? Certainly not, especially now that she had been turned into a fat-breasted dire dragon.

No, Derek didn’t want those things anymore. Looking down at himself he saw the last of his penis shrivel back inside him. The pink cock head split into a neatly pursed pair of cunt lips. Deeper inside his balls reformed into a functioning pair of ovaries, complete with womb. The frenulum shrank into a tiny pink bead which hid itself within a gnarly fold of girl flesh at the upper corner of his trench. He could’ve witnessed such a miracle had not his chest continued to balloon into an awesome pair of burdensome knockers. Pressure formed at the root of his spine where a long, thick dragon tail began to swoop to the floor and continue the ridge of spines that began on his scalp. Lastly, to complete his assemblage of draconian features, two truncated dragon wings grew from his shoulder blades then folded themselves neatly on his back.

The transformation was complete. Derek the noble knight was no more. Derek the beautiful dragoness had replaced him, now her.

Derek looked down at her hands for some time after she was done changing. Tall, strong, powerful, gorgeous. Her naked body exposed to her two fellow dragonesses did not make her huddle with shame or cover her intimate parts. Indeed, she felt emboldened, proud. To see her tits and ass on the same tier as them was an immense boon to the ego. Derek looked at Gelena and finally answered her question. “I want… to look pretty.”

That answer satisfied the Dragon Queen who smiled. “Wonderful, and do you feel pretty?”

Derek looked down into the fathomless chasm that was her cleavage. She gave both breasts a lift with her hands. Even with her immense upper-body strength they felt hefty. Her hands traveled the hourglass figure of her waist, then found the epic swell of her hips and thighs. Curiosity drove one hand into her chalice. A single finger prodded her sex. It was warm and growing warmer. Oddly, she didn’t sense the absence of a penis. Everything felt natural, where they were supposed to be. A tiny smile rose to Derek’s lips. “I do,” she said.

A happy screech from Gyla who was bouncing on her toes, making her tits jostle wildly. “[i]Eeeeeeeee, and you are![/i]” She sprung on him in another hug, this time with her chest and face in line with his. Her lips landed a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek. “[i]Mmmmmmm-Wah![/i] I’m so glad you like it! Isn’t it great?”

Derek blushed hard. “Y-yes. It’s… definitely something.” She spotted the remains of his armor scattered about the floor, not far from Gyla’s ruined dress. “It beats the hell out of wearing clothes, I can tell you that much.”

“You won’t have to wear another piece of clothing for as long as you live,” Gelena told him. She joined the circle Derek and Gyla shared, completing the trifecta of busty dragonesses. Even though she shared their proportions to the letter Derek was still wowed by the sheer immensity of their breasts. Another cold breeze wafted through the lair, perking Derek’s nipples. “A dragon has no need for such frivolous coverage. They serve as nothing but a prison.”

“Yes, I can see that now.”

Gelena drew closer. Her chest pressed into Derek’s other arm while one hand explored her back and rubbed it. “So happy to have you among the flock, Derek. I think you’ll serve perfectly.”

Such words reminded Derek of when he was knighted by the King so many years ago. He considered it his greatest accomplishment up to that point. Hearing the Dragoness Queen’s praise usurped that title. “Thank you, Gelena. I’ll convert many humans.” She looked down at her breasts. “I suppose its as easy as shoving their face into my chest.”

“Just like that,” Gelena said. “Doesn’t take much convincing, does it?”

Derek gave her breasts another lift. She let them fall back into place with a cataclysmic wobble that would’ve toppled over a smaller woman. “With pairs like these, no, I don’t think it does.”

“It didn’t for me, that’s for sure,” Gyla said. “I saw the Queen in my window and knew that I had to go with her and see if what she said was true.” Gyla gave a lift-and-drop to her own colossal breasts. “I’m so happy that it was!”

Derek could say the same. Among two lookalikes who appreciated her beauty, she felt like a goddess. Moreover, she didn’t feel like a totally new person, but a version of the old Derek that was hidden in his core, waiting for Gyla and Gelena to find and bring to the surface. It was the euphoria of a rebirth, a newfound freedom she didn’t know she needed. Gelena had said it herself. You never know what it is you want until you have it. Now Derek did, and she couldn’t be happier. “Thank you, you two,” she said rather suddenly. “I couldn’t have predicted anything like this happening when I came here. I don’t think I would’ve ever wished for it either, but now that it’s happened to me, I feel a million times more the man that I was.”

“More the dragoness, you mean,” Gelena playfully corrected.

Derek nodded. “Aye, that’s right.”

Gyla gave her a squeeze. “Ohhhh, I just can’t get over it. I don’t know what to do now! I’m so happy for you!”

“I have an idea,” said the Queen. A single step brought her closer to them. Once again, their chests formed a triangle, each one slightly pressed into the one adjacent. “Why don’t we show Derek how to use this new body of hers?”

While Derek’s eyes went round and his face blushed, Gyla made a naughty grin. “Oh, you mean like you did me when I transformed?”

“Yes,” said Gelena. “And the many, many times since. How does that sound, Derek?”

She thought such an advance would repel her, but the heat in her loins was no longer something she could ignore. She recalled how her penis had scraped the inside of the armor. This felt similar, albeit more like a hot, open sensation, like a void had opened in her quim and demanded attention. Derek blushed hard. “I think that sounds wonderful.”

The Queen took Derek’s hand. “Doesn’t it? You remember the smell when you were human, when you were smothered in our breasts. What was it like?”

[i]How can I forget? [/i]“It was wonderful. Each whiff of it was like a notch off all my worries and concerns. I was drunk on it. My manhood was in a fury.” She looked down through the gap in her tits at her flower. “It seems the effect hasn’t worn off.”

“And it won’t, not so long as you’re in the presence of a fellow dire dragon.” Gelena’s hand crept further down Derek’s back, swung around the root of her tail, then found her buttock. Gelena helped herself to a serving of haunch, her fingers squeezing and groping that gelatinous hemisphere. It elicited a gasp and a shudder from Derek who felt Gelena traveling further towards her ass crack. There just the tip of Gelena’s finger brushed the back corner of Derek’s pussy, soddening itself on her juices. “Stay with Gyla and I and you’ll be as wet as you are now constantly. Don’t worry. The two of us know how to handle it quite properly.”

Derek’s jaw had fluttered open, letting in a few stuttered gasps as her womanhood was played with from behind. Those majestic legs began to jitter. Her nipples grew stiff, and her tail cocked upwards. “Yes~” she huffed, expressing her delight.

Gyla was not to be left alone. She wrapped her arms around them and pulled them in for a tight, three-way hug that kept their tits a smushed-up bundle. “I see she’s enjoying this new body of hers. I know I did~” Gyla parted her lips to land a gentle smooch on Derek’s cheek, then her jaw, then her neck. Derek’s head fell to the side in a swoon. Gelena kissed her too, opting to lock lips with her and invade her mouth with her tongue. It muffled Derek mid-moan. She reciprocated dutifully, closing her lips around that spongy mouth muscle as it wormed its way around so possessively. Gelena’s mouth was laden with that aroma from before, now purified into taste form. It tickled its way to the back of Derek’s throat. Sharp meeps of delight would squeak out of her. More than kissing Gelena back, she pressed into it with equal fervor. The Queen appreciated it, opening her mouth so that their tongues sparred between the glistening spit columns that threaded their lips. All the while Gelena paid worship to Derek’s ass, her hand kneading Derek’s buttock with that one finger still wet with her pussy juice.

Derek’s own hands did not just sit idly. They were on her lovers as much as theirs were on her. From groping their backsides to pinching those mammoth mammaries, she made sure no part of either Gyla nor Gelena went unexplored, their Olympian bodies worthy of any and all worship Derek could provide. The princess was still kissing around Derek’s face, sometimes gnawing at the vulnerable flank of her neck where the pulse was strong and lively. Derek broke the kiss with Gelena so that Gyla could have it too. Gelena joined her tongue as well, the three of them helixing and unhelixing their mouth muscles at random, a cloud of steamy mouth vapor hung between their gaping maws like a fog.

It was too much for Derek to keep up for long. Between her thighs was a wildfire demanding to be put out. Such lurid kissing only poured fuel on the flames. She broke from the triangle with a loud gasp. Spittle flew off her bottom lip. It wreathed her mouth through which heaving breaths made her bosom swell against her two lovers. Her whole body trembled needfully. “Oh heavens… Hahhh… I’m so hot. I’m on fire. I need… Huhhh…” It was obvious what her body needed. Putting it into words made it difficult.

Queen Gelena took her by the hand. “What you need is a dragoness’ touch. I hope you can provide the same for Gyla and I.”

Looking at the princess Derek could still see the woman she’d wanted to marry when she was a knight. Perhaps she still could. Perhaps they already were. How lucky that a goddess queen would turn it into a threesome. “Yes,” huffed a desperately horny Derek. “I’ll do anything.”

“I know you will,” said a boastful Gelena. She took Gyla’s hand as well. “Come, you two. Let’s retire to my chambers and induct our new recruit into my flock.” And so the Queen guided her two conquests, the princess and the knight, deeper into her lair, the nucleus of what would become a very large, very loyal harem.

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