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The gray and dull skies that stretched beyond the world of broken dreams would give any creature a sense of nostalgia and awe as the pale light of a single, giant moon illuminated the floating islands that seemed to be held up by an invisible force.

Each floating island had countless ruins of old buildings and establishments that resembled the kinds from a destroyed dragon city. A stone city filled with towers that dotted the skies and beneath those, ruins of some residential areas for creatures and citizens alike.

Despite being destroyed and vacant from any signs of life, the stone city remains peaceful, preserved from the destruction by the very atmosphere itself.

The atmosphere also reflected the desolate world, giving everything the look of gray skies and such, and when one looked from the farthest ends of their vision, there laid an enormous, dark castle that stands at the peak of an island, almost resembling a floating mountain.

The castle resembled that of a medieval architecture, with the castle being large, gray in color and had giant pillars that reached towards the skies as if built for whatever god or higher being that resided within the depths of the castle.

Massive archways lined the castle, leading inwards which held large pillars that supported the main ceiling. The main ceiling has a large spiral design etched deeply in the stone above one of the archways which held great magical properties and powers that permeated around the place which was preventing it from crumbling to the ground.

Beyond the archway that housed massive staircases leading into the main room of the castle stood an enormous pair of metallic, ominous doors.

These doors were over twice the size of any average-sized dragons when looked from afar while being heavy in weight which even a normal full-grown dragon will have trouble opening.

The gigantic doors were etched in countless magical enchantments that warded away any forces that means harm and destroyed the castle and also some few goodies hidden beyond the doors, with each enchantment being stronger than the last, in case if anyone ever gets through one of the enchantments guarding the metallic doors.

Not that it proved to be any useful since this world was a broken reality of other countless infinite worlds that existed in time and space.

Lastly, behind those metal doors, a spacious room awaits, filled with magical essences and aura of some unknown power, etched in the very stone walls of the room.

Past all those strong enchantments, an enormous and gigantic throne lies. Its overall build resembled that of a dragon's tail and back end which curled to one side.

It's the kind of throne that any king would sit upon.

And on that throne sat a lonely dragon. The only creature left in this desolate world.

The dragon had grayish scales. His void-like eyes looked across the wide expanse of this enormous throne room as he observed through his countless portal frames, watching events unfold on different worlds that was his only point of entertainment.

A look of boredom - if one could call that due to his bony faceplate that covered his muzzle - was etched on his face.

If one would see him for the first time, they would be terrified and run for their life out of sheer fright just by seeing his grotesque form, making him a sight that nightmares are made of, thus gaining his status as the Dragon of Dreams.

This was Morpheus, a god-like entity. He had lived eons for as long as he could remember, being one of the taken Ahamkara, the last Dreaming Dragon.

While lost in thought and boredom as the dragon's void-like eyes seemingly watched beyond countless worlds through small portals, he noticed something amiss.

He shifted his gaze onto a certain portal frame - an octahedral in shape that gave him an image of a similar reality as his, albeit that world was still fruitful of life.

At least, for the first few seconds. Later, the image blurred, shifting into a scene where countless ape-like creatures marching through what was once a beautiful landscape now turned to ruins.

Morpheus clicked his imaginary tongue at the sight. As if knowing what the creatures were planning to do on this world, he waved his paw, changing the scenery of the portal where he was then showed a particular red dragon running away from the army of apes, clutching a purple egg close to his chest using magic as he ran away from the apes that seemed to be destroying countless dragon eggs from a certain place.

"Curious..." The Ahamkara muttered. "Could it be that this world is in a state of war?"

With his interest piqued, the dragon of dreams continued to observe that world with interest written all over his eyes and body.

A loud scream was heard inside the portal, calling the dragon's attention.

When he directed his gaze into the portal frame, the Ahamkara was flabbergasted to find the red dragon that was now devoid of the purple egg, was wounded by apes.

"How foolish. How does a dragon fall prey to such weaklings?"

As his eyes showed disgust and frustration at the image of the cornered dragon, the apes' faces bore victorious faces for having surrounded the fire guardian.

Morpheus scoffed at how weak the dragon was. Not giving any more interest into that red dragon and moving onto something much more interesting, the dragon of dreams began fiddling with the portal's frame until his void-like eyes caught something interesting.

"Hmm..." The image he saw consisted of a floating dark castle, surrounded by grotesque creatures that deserved to be called monsters.

Some flew with their deformed wings, others were on the ground, growling and sometimes fighting each other.

Each one had an aura that screamed evil, and that made Morpheus click his imaginary tongue once again out of disgust.

Whether those things were fighting out of instinct or not, he does not care.

What caught his eyes though, was the castle itself.

Indeed, the large floating castle had an ominous atmosphere, and with the eerie red glow that seemed to brighten and disappear every few seconds from a certain window, the dragon grew more curious as he tried to take a look at the interior of the castle.

However, whenever he tried to make the portal focus on certain parts of the castle's interior, he was always met with some kind of resistance by an unknown source of magic.

Annoying, but it would take an unnecessary amount of effort to break through.

A purple shield would always appear that blocked his vision whenever he tried to observe the place and what lies beyond its interior.

The gray dragon had to admit. Being able to resist his magic was no small feat, especially for a dragon of his magical caliber.

"Hmm... I would like to meet whoever is responsible for resisting my magic." The dragon stated.

Before he could do anything however, the large metallic drawbridge that was slowly being opened, attracted his void-like eyes onto it, and while doing so, the Ahamkara used his magic to focus on the gate in the castle's entrance.

To his surprise, a rather tall and slim black dragoness that had the look of an evil goddess walked out, spreading her wings to their fullest and gave off an ear-shattering roar.

The roar attracted the attention of every vile creature that surrounded the area, roaring in return as if bowing to her.

"Beautiful." Morpheus muttered, taking into account the dragoness' form. "Simply extraordinary~"

The gray dragon stood from his throne and walked closer to the portal. Ever so slightly, the portal grew in size with every step he took.

Finally, when he was a couple of meters away from it, the portal had grown exponentially, allowing the dragon to see to himself the exact shape of the black dragoness that was shouting commands to the creatures that presumably served under her.

He studied every little detail of her black scaly body, her red underbelly and the certain collar that emitted some kind of ethereal magic.

The way she spoke with such confidence and her graceful appearance was very attractive in his dragon-hood area.

Her claws that could slice through any sturdy object, and the way her eyes could bring any weak-willed mortal to the ground, truly she had this evil kind of beauty that would bring any normal dragon to their knees.

He felt tingly.

It had been a very long time since he felt any kind of emotions before, save for the times he gave certain things that could possibly interest him the most, for he was indeed, old.

How long he stayed in this reality that had lost the look of life in it, he no longer remembers.

He did not mind that, having always enjoyed what was given to him. His Mystic Veil that he named himself. The gray dragon began using it to observe and record every little thing that happened.

And for the first time in a long while, he was ever so thankful that his ability allowed him to meet a certain dragoness that would fulfill one of his many hidden fantasies that he craved for far too long.

"Fascinating. Truly, I must meet this dragoness."

Making up his mind, the dragon sought out to travel to her reality. But in doing so required tremendous amounts of mana.

He needed to prepare.

---

In the deepest part of the castle lies a spacious, empty room. This was where Morpheus would occasionally spend his time testing some things and spells that he learned from the countless years of gathering knowledge.

Objects and items would just literally pop out of thin air, manifesting itself to prove Morpheus' magic capability to the brink as he was simply interested in trying it out for some reason or the other.

The room was not tidy. Stone pillars had countless slash marks and sometimes crumbled due to his careless spell. Various books lay on the ground as some were charred due to some accidents or intentional magic that brought them into their demise.

But despite all the accidents, Morpheus would merely flick his claw to clean everything and all things that got tidy back to how it originally was.

Right now though, he had a task that would require every ounce of his concentration to travel through worlds.

With that, he began to draw runes of various styles, putting all those years of knowledge gathering into use.

Normally, he would use his Mystic Veil and mix it with his magical capabilities to travel from one place to another, but traveling through other worlds requires a different approach.

Of course, he would still use his Mystic Veil to travel, he just needed a conduit to properly break through the magical barrier that protects every reality from being invaded by foreign entities.

Entities such as himself.

With the last rune being drawn into the ground, he began to inscribe a magic circle along with different forms of foreign scripture that was filled to the brim with all kinds of magic.

He even accounted for a dozen back-up spells in case the process of traveling through worlds malfunctioned.

It took a rather lengthy amount of time. So much time in fact, that if there was some mortal creature, they would die out of sheer boredom.

Having finished, Morpheus would now begin his journey. The runic symbols and ancient foreign words glowed in various colors, and then merged into a gigantic runic symbol that encompasses the whole area where it would activate the transportation.

With one of the tendrils sprouting from his spine, the dragon waved his limb.

Immediately, his Mystic Veil merged with the magical symbol, allowing him to see multiple destinations that were all places in the world of Avalar.

Quickly, Morpheus filtered it, making use of his Mystic Veil ability of searching into countless places to look for the specific one that he desired, the dark floating castle that housed the beautiful dragoness.

One by one, countless images flashed before his eye. Scenes of valleys, mountains, cities and ancient ruins were but some of the places that showed up during the search.

"Where are you...?~" Morpheus muttered. His mind focused solely into the dragoness that had made his interest in the world of Avalar flourish.

As a thousand of places in Avalar were being searched, he finally caught a glimpse of a floating dark castle.

With a slight glance to its exterior, he deemed this location being where the dragoness lived as it emitted magic that resembled the evil that she herself possessed.

The dragon would now prepare and make his own little preparation before meeting her.

With his Mystic Veil, Morpheus observed the interior of the flying castle, analyzing and looking for any of her subjects.

If they got into his way, he would merely dispose of them. Whether through killing them using his power or mere magics he had learned, the dragon was willing to go an extra mile just to get to her.

Luckily, her army consisted of mere apes. malformed creatures and brainwashed dragons.

Opponents like those were unworthy of his presence.

"Don't worry my dear war goddess~ I'll be coming soon~" Morpheus promised whilst chuckling.

His eyes squinted, and ever so slightly, he smiled, forming a wicked and smug smirk that would easily scare any creature just with one sight.

---

Cynder roared as if screaming in the skies, signaling the army she gathered for another onslaught against a village of Khajits.

Her army consisting of apes, and dragon possessed by dark magic roared in return as well, the black dragon's call seemingly bringing out their savage, wicked side.

The helpless Khajit's that were not in the front lines began running for their lives, taking priority the children that were crying whilst their mothers tried consoling them.

Of course, Cynder paid no heed towards these helpless animals. They're just part of the sacrifices she'd gladly do just to gather power to serve her master.

Her army consisting of apes that looked as ugly as ever prepared their weaponry. Lances, bows, whips and many others. The Khajits cowered in fear as the apes approached nearer.

That's when the real onslaught began.

Khajit's screaming, the apes' deafening roars and the brainwashed dragon's as well as the army that consisted of the said dragon screeching cries were enough to send chills to anyone watching, regardless how brave they may seem to be.

Buildings were burned.

Animals were slaughtered.

Children were captured and taken into custody by the Terror of the Skies. Their fates left in the claws of the black general as Cynder stoically looked upon her latest conquest.

A movement from her right brought her attention to a certain corrupted dragon, a gray dragon who's eyes were cloudy bowed down and spoke in a respectful tone.

"My Queen. All opposing Khajits have been dealt with. The females and young were captured as well, just as you asked."

"And the males?"

The corrupted dragon flinched slightly and replied with a grim tone as he raised his head, facing Cynder eye to eye, who only watched upon his expression and expressions.

"Some that did not oppose us have been tied up and captured. What... shall you have me do to them, my Queen?"

"Bring them to my castle. I'll have them be brainwashed. Same thing for the females and children. The more soldiers we have in our side, the bigger the chances we have of finishing this war."

Cynder replied as she then left the corrupted gray dragon whose name was Torsten, letting him execute her commands.

As she walked forward and passed down every building that was turned into a heap of burning cinders and wood, the dragoness could still feel eyes that were watching her, wanting to look into what was underneath.

Out of instincts, Cynder extended her tail and shot out small magic missiles towards a couple of trees that hid what the Khajits would consider as archers, the surviving men who got overlooked by her army's guards.

Their scream echoed into the ears of Cynder's sensitive eardrums, and for a brief moment, the dragoness smirked to what she did. She could care less whether they would suffer or not.

She felt no remorse, nor was she concerned, because as the Dark Master has said before...

"Weaklings need to bow down to those who are stronger to survive this harsh world that is filled to the brim with the worthless ones."

"And right now? Those pathetic Khajits should have bowed and pledged their allegiance to us a long time ago." Cynder remarked, stating a fact as her words reached to a blue dragoness whose face displayed that of a concerned expression towards its general.

But of course, seeing her as one of her best soldiers in her army, Cynder merely brushed off the concern. Her unwanted compassion brought more results than those mindless apes with their whips on letting the captured ones join her side.

And so they marched towards the black dragoness' floating castle. With Cynder at the lead, followed by Torsten, her trusted and right hand commander, the army was about to return home.

It's time to go back to her castle, away from the village ruins.

---

Upon her return to the floating castle, the evil dragoness had immediately issued for her subjects to go and take the captured Khajits to a certain room in the castle.

The room where she harness the Dark Master's evil magic to corrupt the prisoners of war.

Cynder had decided to join the process this time. Since all the corrupted dragons were preoccupied at the moment, their dark magic-imbued general was the only one capable to do it at the moment, a sure feat for the evil dragon.

Entering the room, the black dragoness' eyes glowed with ominous black light imbued with the evil magic that originated from Malefor.

In the middle of the room was an eerie hole that was glowing green. If one would listen closely to it, screams of the damned can be heard from deep within it.

The room consisted of pillars, as well as many kinds of runes that the Khajits couldn't comprehend or decipher.

What the dragoness noticed upon arriving were the Khajit subjects who were captured and tied up together on the floor.

Taking a closer look, the prisoners had cowered in fear upon recognizing their general and ruler, Cynder.

Her grim visage did more than enough to scare any creature who was in front of her. The dragoness would easily kill one, two, even many if the Dark Master told her to.

She was that dangerous. And right now, her presence alone had brought the Khajits' deaths a hundred times as they cried in desperation.

Their despairing and pitiful cries were something Cynder reveled in delight, but seeing how useless they can be to the dark army she built, she should just end their misery soon enough.

Their existence was nothing but a useless one to be able to help serve the Dark Master.

Going to the pit, the dragoness murmured something that caused the Khajits' chains to unlock. Immediately, as if ordered, their subjects with an ominous, green hue in their eyes approached and began murmuring some incantations.

Their dark and magical chant caused the pit to emanate more magical energies that swirled, being a manifestation of the Dark Master's power.

The pit glowed a bit, but then, Cynder chanted something to herself. Immediately, a small symbol that emitted a green aura floated into the Khajits as well as herself.

An overwhelming urge of pain wracked both Cynder and the pitiful subjects. As if an unknown magic force was bringing their energy and magic core towards the pit itself, the Khajits began squirming as they tried escaping but their binds held them in place.

Cynder was resisting and enduring such a magical torture. She knows better than to resist the Dark Master's ultimate spell to corrupt others.

Eventually, the Khajit's resistance waned, their minds turning to mush as they eventually bowed down and lost their sense of thoughts. They were now nothing but mere subjects to her and Malefor's armies.

After a while, the invocation was done, and Cynder left with her corrupted subjects following suit, now serving the armies for real as their fate was bound to a destiny of their new masters.

If one was in their right sense of thoughts and listened in through the soundproof room, screams and pleas to be freed were being heard, but unfortunately, no one came to rescue them.

No one at all.

---

Soon after having turned her prisoners into the army's subjects and corrupting the females into nothing but brood mothers for raising more personnel, the evil black dragoness retired in her quarters, taking a rest for having exhausted her body from corrupting other creatures.

As much as it annoys her, pain was required in order to corrupt other creatures with the Dark Master's miasma.

Taking a rest inside her bedroom and soaking herself to her warm bath, Cynder was enjoying her well deserved time alone.

"Ah... nothing is better than the sweet time I could spare alone." The evil black dragoness' muffled voice broke free as it bounced and escaped through the soapsuds filled her floating pool.

Closing her eyes shut, the dragoness dove deeper inside the bubbles to wet her face with warm, refreshing water as it instantly gave her relief that was otherwise hard to describe.

Humming herself, her reveries and relaxation made her muscles lose their tension. It was indeed a relaxing experience as Cynder hummed, satisfied.

After spending more time in the bathtub, having soaped and cleaned herself as well, the dragoness's scales smelled with a nice aroma, so much that she could indulge herself within those bubbles anytime.

Getting off from her large tub, the now-cleaned dragoness took her time to get some good sleep while giving Torsten the commands to look after her army while she rested.

Without her second-in-command to guide them, her men were sure going to be useless.

---

Deep within the Celestial Caves, there lay countless rooms filled with bookshelves that hold countless magical tomes and written books of creatures that resided in the world of Avalar.

Creatures both good and evil whose records of the events and life stories written and passed down throughout their entire lives were being stored here.

The room consisted of infinite knowledge as well, with many records and tales being stored in some with Orion acting as the current Chronicler of this generation.

The chronicler, along with some exceptions, kept watch over the history of dragonkind along with other creatures, chronicling all events with no biased interpretation.

Although not all were nice stories, however.

Almost half of the chronicled books consisted of unpleasant things, while the recent ones were the uprising of the Dark Master and the horror inflicted by Cynder, the so-called 'Terror of the Skies'.

Out of all the evil dragons, none can match the malevolent actions inflicted by Malefor who held the title of 'Dark Master', and with his trusted, right-hand dragoness, Cynder, the two were able to spread their reign of terror and destruction across the world.

However, it wasn't all like this.

The Terror of the Skies who was Cynder was not an evil dragoness in the first place, not by a long shot.

But nonetheless, that's a story for another time, as for now, the focus would be the Chronicler himself.

—

Orion read the contents of a certain book, absorbing every word that he could while occasionally jerking the tip of his blue draconic cock.

Being a chronicler was one of the highest honors, one that would see the beginning and end of a new generation. However, that wouldn't come with a cost.

Loneliness was one of the major drawbacks of being the dragon that chronicles the ages of dragonkind. And since the dragon was a wandering spirit that walked amongst the land of the living, the dragon cannot interact with other dragons and have a relationship of some kind.

Not to mention that the White Isles was hidden far away in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by an ocean that was being covered by mystical fog where only a worthy dragon and one that was invited by the chronicler himself, would be able to find it.

Sitting on his haunches while levitating the book using his telekinesis and using it to flip the pages, the dragon's face flushed red with desire as he imagine the contents about a dragoness being gangbanged by a couple of mindless raptors in the middle of the forest, enjoying the sweet reprieve of carnal release as the war was not giving those who were sexually frustrated to get any sort of proper release.

Having succumbed to the degenerate pleasures of the wild, the chronicler found it very hot that a dragoness who was one of Warfang's top commanders in the army had enjoyed being used by wild animals that were nothing more than mindless, pleasure seeking beings.

It was very hot.

And before Orion would be able to orgasm, he immediately calmed himself, regulating the heat inside his body using his dragon time ability. He reminded himself not to tarnish the books with his essence, lest he'll get an earful when it was his time to depart and join the ancestors in the next life.

He had been edging himself for a dozen hours now, having jerked his penis for quite some time. He couldn't help but succumb to the temptation.

And now, having calmed himself, he went back to reading the book, having not gotten enough of its contents.

—

While Orion was busy reading the books in a nose-deep fashion, the bright blue dragon failed to notice the familiar silhouette of Morpheus walking around the spacious walls with curiosity etched in his face.

His portal travel should have sent him directly to Cynder's fortress, but for some reason, the portal that he was using to travel had grown awry.

He didn't know that the barrier that was always present within different realities had disrupted his portal travel. It was meant to disrupt whatever creature was attempting to cross between two worlds and have that creature be disintegrated.

However, due to his careful planning and countless failsafe runes, the Ahamkara managed to accidentally land on the Chronicler's solitary home.

“Interesting… I wonder, is this some kind of library?" Morpheus' voice made Orion pause his reading, making the dragon turn around to see what had startled him.

When he looked around to see who was talking, he saw the Dreaming Dragon standing a couple of feet behind him.

The sudden appearance of what seemed to be an eldritch horror dragon hybrid made him drop the book in surprise. He didn't expect anyone to be able to get here without him knowing, and yet this dragon did.

Morpheus stared at the dropped book, feeling some kind of mysterious energy that seeped outside its pages as he then turned to look at the surprised Chronicler whose blue pole began to grow limp after denying the need of release.

Chuckling in amusement, the Ahamkara picked up the book using his magic and levitated it to the stunned dragon.

"I believe this is yours?" His deep husky voice snapped Orion back to reality as the chronicler apprehensively accepted the book.

"What... Who are you?" Rather than being courteous to his uninvited guest, the white and blue dragon opted to question the dragon that had startled him as he whisked away the book that suddenly appeared to its rightful shelf.

Normally, he would immediately incur the wrath of the ancestors to trespassers or invaders, but something about the strange-looking dragon made him second guess himself.

For some reason, he felt like he was facing a higher being that could decimate worlds with a flick of his claws.

Studying the gray dragon's features, Orion noted how his guest was unique in every term of the word.

He was scared.

And if the way he somehow managed to get here which was next to impossible by any means, Orion would surmise that his guest possessed impressive powers.

"Oh, pardon my rudeness. I am Morpheus, an Ahamkara. The last of the Dreaming Dragons." The larger dragon bowed as his introduction made the chronicler remember something.

"...Ahamkara?" The gray and black dragon muttered, recalling a tiny bit of information about said godly beings that once walked in this world.

"Indeed, and once again I apologize for interrupting your... personal time." He stood up fully, looking at the numerous books that surrounded them with a glint in his eyes.

"Though I must say, you have quite the collection of books. Never have I thought that a fellow ancient dragon such as yourself would indulge in such questionable actions."

The chronicler silently gulped, not knowing what to do in this situation.

"W-Well, it tends to get lonely here... I have to keep myself entertained from time to time or else I'll go insane from chronicling all the events of this generation's history."

Morpheus raised a brow.

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" With his curiosity piqued on the dragon in front of him, the gray dragon momentarily put Cynder on the back of his mind, focusing his attention on his nervous host who seemed to have regretted what he had said.

"Well..." Orion stood up, nodding at the gray dragon.

"Why don't we talk over some tea? I'd be glad to answer some of your questions."

'Not that I have a choice in the matter.' The chronicler thought as he used his magic to conjure a small table with a fresh pot of tea and two sizable cups.

The dragon of dreams smiled, knowing things will get a little bit more interesting.

---

As the two began to converse with each other, the chronicler realized there was nothing to fear for the other dragon.

He may look like the stuff of nightmares, but for the small amount of time they were talking, he was nothing but a polite dragon whose mannerisms reflected that of a gentleman that was far more composed and more well mannered than any other dragons he had come across.

Of course, being immortal and wandering through history does tend to meet dragons with varying personalities.

Orion, realizing he was letting his guard down with this strange yet mysterious dragon, calmed his nerves and focused his attention on the gray dragon whose head was occupied with the knowledge he was accumulating with each and every conversation they shared.

While talking, a part of the blue dragon thought, 'Maybe I can trust him?'

They say knowledge was power, and what better way than sharing it amongst others that showed some form of appreciation to such subjects?

In Orion's mind, he was surprised Morpheus wasn't dead as of now with him being an Ahamkara and one from the Void's knowledge to boot. He assumed they would have perished along with the void's collapse.

At least, that's what he read from a book that he found from the past.

Perhaps his assumptions might be true. Or false... Orion wasn't sure.

He just hoped his new guest would keep his promises of not tampering with the books here and that he has his reasons for invading his domain in the first place.

Normally, the chronicler would get irritated at such a thought, but being cooped in for hundreds, if not thousands of years would drive any dragon to commit suicide, so a little break every once in a while and a guest would soothe his mood a bit.

"So..." The white and blue dragon began to ask the elephant in the room. "What brings you here in this world? I know this may sound rude, but I am sure I never invited you to my domain."

The chronicler admitted it was rude on his part, but Morpheus brushed it off without batting an eye.

"Pshaw, no need to feel remorse my dear dragon. I assure you, I've encountered worse." The Ahamkara assured him, gulping a hot tea as he nodded. "As for your question..." Morpheus had not been careful on what answer to provide the chronicler, as his thoughts kept traveling about Cynder.

"I honestly have no idea how I ended up here."

The chronicler only gave him a confused look upon his remark.

The gray dragon then began to explain his current task about seeking Cynder after seeing the befuddled look of his companion, using half truths since the dragon doesn't look like he could understand.

However, the longer he talked about his plans about the black dragoness, the chronicler's expression shifted from a confused look to an astounded one.

It was one thing to be curious about the Terror of the Skies, with being the dragoness that raged terror across the lands of Avalar, but wanting to meet the black dragoness for the curiousness of what it felt like to breed her?

That was outright insanity!

“I'm sorry, but what in the name of the ancestors is wrong with you?" He momentarily raised his voice, almost spilling the tea that was in front of him before remembering his guest.

Composing himself, the gray and black dragon tried to calm down, only to be met with a mischievous look from Morpheus.

“What? Isn't it normal for a dragon such as us to feel what its like to fuck a hot dragon babe~?" The gray dragon teased as he took a sip of tea from his levitating cup.

The chronicler didn't know how to reply to that.

His companion was obviously an insatiable dragon whose sexual libido might exceed even a red-bellied drake.

Orion doesn't know whether to commend him or find him crazy for such an act of foolish bravery.

'To be fair, I can't exactly stop him now since he is more powerful than me...' The chronicler thought grimly.

"What's the worry? It's not like I'll do anything to change the wheels of destiny that will happen in the future." The Ahamkara stated. "And besides~"

He gave the chronicler a knowing look, one that says 'I know what you are thinking too'.

"Don't tell me that you haven't even thought of what it feels like to a hot and sexy dragoness like her."

Upon saying those lewd words, Orion flinched slightly as his cheeks began to take on the form of red hues. Morpheus raised a brow at his reaction, hiding a sinister smirk under his muzzle.

"Hehe. I see that I had guessed your desires correctly, dear chronicler." He drank another glass of tea before the dragon conjured a portrait of Cynder bathing from his memory. Surprisingly, it was very well drawn, almost like the real thing.

Orion's eyes almost bulged from the sheer sexiness that the dragoness was portraying. Each curve and every detail was drawn perfectly, making Orion wonder how he got that image from.

He almost salivated at the image alone.

"Why, if I may propose..." The dragon of dreams casually muttered as he levitated the drawing next to his drink for Orion to ogle at. "Would you like to help me have some fun with Cynder~?"

"You're out of your bloody mind!"

Morpheus just chuckled, knowing well that was the chronicler's first response.

"What's the matter? It's not like it'll be that hard. With my powers alone, I could--"

"It's not you being strong that I am worried about." The chronicler cut him off to which the Ahamkara looked at him with full attention.

Taking a deep breath, the chronicler began to explain the rules of this world, how destiny seemed to take hold of everyone's lives. Whether big or small, the creatures of this world were being forced to lead their finite lives that were predetermined by destiny itself.

Which is why the millions of books that were neatly organized in this massive room that Morpheus was seeing were literally the lives of every creature that was born and living in this realm.

"And believe it or not, I can sense your book here as well. But since you were an outsider of some sorts, the contents of your book may be different than how others would usually be."

"I see... May I see my own book then?" The Chronicler complied, his eyes glowing before a glowing book with a gray and pale yellow color began floating down from the massive shelves that surrounded them.

"Interesting... If I may ask, what is the extent of your power, Chronicler?" The Ahamkara asked. "Considering that you have managed to scan me despite being more powerful than you."

"Not that much I'm afraid." Orion answered. "I do have an extended life for having this place. As for how your book appeared, I'm afraid that is not of my own doing."

The gray dragon nodded with fascination, not picking up any sort of deceit from the dragon as he urged him to continue while picking up the book that was named after him.

"This world, as strange as it sounds, is like a biography where all creatures that exist here are written in their books. Because of the limitless mana in this place that was supposedly granted to me from the ancestors, the magic I use here also enables me to see the lives of many, no matter how small the detail is..."

"However, if a creature has taken ahold of their lives, breaking free of the shackles that we called destiny or fate, then that would cause the contents of their books to change. These beings will be guided to follow whatever they feel." The Chronicler said with a hint of wistfulness.

"... Amazing." The Ahamkara muttered while reading the contents of his book. Sure enough, the first page was about him breaking through a dimensional barrier and having ended up in the Chronicler's place.

As he continued to read through the book in silence while Orion was awkwardly waiting for him to finish, Morpheus noticed that the pages of the book somehow had a similar magical signature as his own.

When he flipped to the final page where it was about him reading the book of his life, the gray dragon noticed a glowing indication where the next page which he presumed will appear should he continue to take action in this world.

Closing the book, he gently handed it to Orion who returned it to its rightful shelf.

Morpheus was glad of the accident which caused him to land here instead of Cynder's castle. Had he intruded upon the black dragoness' domain first, he wouldn't be able to find this treasure trove of knowledge which was in any way, a more important thing than some carnal desires of the flesh.

Speaking of sex...

"If I'm right about this whole debacle, is there a book about Cynder then?"

The chronicler knew he was gonna ask that at some point during their conversation. Fortunately, he knew how to break the news to him.

"Well, yes. But I have to warn you that I cannot give it to you." The gray and black dragon swore that the atmosphere had changed drastically, so he immediately explained to the dragon of dreams the reason why, before he would be obliterated on the spot.

"Cynder's book is located in a different room. However, I cannot access her book due to it being sealed by a powerful magical array. I did, of course, try to break the seal, but it proved too powerful for me."

Upon hearing Orion's explanation, the dragon of dreams looked up upon the infinite ceiling that housed countless amounts of books, before returning his attention back to his gray and black companion.

Thankfully, the atmosphere returned to being normal as well.

"... I see. If that's the case, do you mind showing me where the book is then? I believe I may be able to break the seal. After all, I am quite proficient in magic."

"I will. However, I ask you to do nothing but to destroy the magical array in Cynder's book. It is advisable to not change the written works of the book or it will change the course of history itself." The chronicler sternly ordered to which Morpheus shrugged his shoulders.

"You are quite the strict dragon. But no worries. You have my word on that I shall only break the magical array that was blocking your book." The Chronicler smiled at the gray dragon as the Ahamkara downed his remaining tea before it dispersed into thin air.

Orion conjured an orb which he infused with his memories on Cynder's location, which Morpheus took. Now with a certain idea where his black lover's book was, the gray dragon proceeded to create a magical portal.

"Astounding." The gray and black dragon had to admit, the portal that Morpheus created was impressive.

"Well? Let us go. We could walk, but I do not want to waste any time on reading the book of my beloved Cynder." With a nod, the Chronicler went through the portal first, followed by Morpheus as they immediately went face to face with the gigantic sealed doors that separated them from the book of Cynder.

---

"Well I'll be damned." The Ahamkara gazed upon the magical seal that oozed dark magic. "From the looks of it, it seemed that this spell had been conjured by a being that had dark magic in them."

"Malefor." The gray and black dragon said.

"Gesundheit."

"No, I mean this could be the doing of Malefor, the Dark Master that was sealed in Convexity." The Chronicler explained, looking at the sealed door that barred both of the dragons' access. "It is mentioned in other dragon records who are witnesses that he had been the cause of Cynder's evil birth and that she had been Malefor's faithful servant ever since."

'That and she had been serving him as a sex slave for quite some time before he was sealed in Convexity.'

"I see... Anyway, allow me to break this seal for you."

With a nod, Orion stepped a couple meters back as Morpheus approached the seal which glowed ominously, feeling an evil energy that was trapped inside to which the gray dragon ignored.

Spreading his paws, magical circuits of various sizes and colors began to light up around him as it traveled upon his body and into the door. It began to glow as a miniature sun did as Morpheus then focused his magic on the center of the magical array itself.

His tendrils then acted up and proceeded to inspect the array carefully to find a certain spot that contained Malefor's magical signature which would act as the center point where he could use the magic that was infused into his body to nullify the dark seal, before crushing it utterly.

“Interesting. An effective seal indeed, however…" A crack in the air followed by the sound of glass shattering could be heard as the Ahamkara felt the seal being broken.

“Not efficient when it comes to dispersing power through the end points, which is a vulnerable spot in any seal craft." Morpheus smoked as he flexed his magic upon the now broken array.

With Orion marveling at his magic, the Chronicler snapped his head to attention as the sound of large doors began to open.

“Impressive…"

Both dragons stepped through the large doors. Inside was nothing but empty darkness, saved for a faint light being casted into a single podium where a black book was laying there idly.

Taking the black book with his telekinesis, Orion examined the cover of the book, feeling an odd magical aura that seemed rather chaotic. It felt like the book had two owners, and that it was something entirely different from the rest of the book of lives that he had read.

“So, is that hers?" The gray dragon asked, looking at the book that was held by the gray and black dragon's magic.

With the book in their possession, both dragons proceed to the main archives where they will finally be able to read the true history of Cynder.

—

As Orion began reading Cynder's book aloud, Morpheus eagerly listened as the Chronicler went through the things about the black dragoness' origins and birth.

It was a bit of a shock to learn that Cynder was nothing but an innocent dragon, whose beginning was a cruel one.

Apparently, the so-called 'Terror of the Skies' had lost her birth parents during the raidings of apes. Her egg was then offered to the Dark Master, proceeding to hastening the hatching process while simultaneously corrupting the poor hatchling from within.

This in turn made Cynder from who she was. From the moment she was born, she had been stripped of her childhood, forced to serve the Dark Master due to his corruptive influence, and had been leading the flames of war ever since.

Truly a sad thing to know.

“Ancestors… Just how far does that malevolent dragon go to such lengths to take over the world?" Orion gritted his teeth, almost crushing the book with his paws as the Ahamkara was silent the entire time he was listening.

The gray dragon knew a thing or two about how it felt like to have your childhood be taken away, but the Chronicler doesn't need to know anything about it.

In fact, not everyone should know anything about his past at all.

Taking a deep breath, the Chronicler calmed himself down, looking at his guest with an apologetic look as he continued reading.

However, the next page seemed to make the gray and black dragon silent, as his eyes scanned the content of the page.

Immediately, Morpheus saw Orion's face having a red tint in it, with the dragon seemingly sweating cold from his forehead. Glancing back and forth between the pages, the dragon's face was clearly blushing from whatever he had read.

And the Ahamkara knew exactly what the Chronicler had learned.

“I take it, it's something steamy, perhaps~?"

Snapping away from his daydream, Orion placed the book down, his paws fanning his head as if cooling down an invisible heat.

“W-Well, why don't you read it for yourself?"

“That, I will."

Taking the book with his claws, the gray dragon was greeted by the first ever detailed description of Cynder's first time.

Specifically having sex with the Malefor himself.

It was written there that due to her abnormal rate of growth, the dragoness had a condition where she sometimes had spontaneous horny cycles. Apparently, it was her body reacting to the hastening of the rapid growth.

With her missing a lot of heat cycles that were supposed to come naturally, all sexual cravings were then condensed into a week-long heat cycle where the only thing in her mind was the need to be bred senselessly.

Fortunately or not, the dragoness had Malefor to satisfy her need. And since the evil purple dragon was not only evil, but a sensual bastard that loved to rape other dragonesses, both the Dark Master and Cynder made her condition into somewhat a pastime for them to relax and be nothing more than horny beasts craving pleasure.

It was somewhat a twisted relationship where Cynder was coerced into being used as Malefor's pawn, general and sex slave.

Morpheus closed the book calmly. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the book with an impassive expression before letting out a shaky sigh.

“... That was hot." Was his only response after reading the single page alone. Imagine the rest of the pages filled with more lewd escapades. The dragon was sure he would get an erection just by reading it.

No wonder the Chronicler was into reading erotic pages of every dragoness' lives within these books. It was certainly a good reading pastime.

Speaking of the devil, Orion did not answer back. Instead, the gray and black dragon was covering his face with his paws while groaning at the lewdness of Cynder's first ever sexual experience.

While he wallowed over in his shame of actually enjoying the sexual life of the black dragoness, he certainly had mixed feelings of how she was born in this world. Certainly it was not worthy of getting an erection too.

But her sexy hot body being used as nothing but a mere sex toy? That was fucking hot.

Now knowing most of Cynder and what her weaknesses were, Morpheus handed back the book in Orion's paws.

The two were silent for a bit, neither of them not knowing what to say after reading such lewd parts.

After a minute or two, the first to break the silence was surprisingly Orion, who somehow had come to terms with his shame as he looked at the Ahamkara and sighed.

“I suppose this is the part where you leave to meet the dragoness of your dreams?"

The gray dragon was taken aback. He initially thought that he himself would take the initiative and proceed to tell Orion of his plans now. Apparently, the gray and black dragon knew what he had planned to do next.

“Indeed, after knowing a sufficient amount of information about her, I believe it's time for me to visit her domain~"

With a sigh, the Chronicler looked at the dragon of dreams with a defeated look.

“Very well, just promise me that you will not change the wheels of fate too much. I do not want to bear the consequences of your actions."

With that said, the gray and black dragon gave Morphues the green light, allowing him to travel to Cynder's fortress of darkness as the gray dragon's tendrils swirled in the air, forming a portal that led directly into the dragoness' domain.

Specifically her bedroom.

“Ah! And before I go…" The Ahamkara conjured a mirror using his magic. "Since you don't wanna join me in indulging the dragoness' body, why don't you watch how I rail her instead? Cruel as it may seem to you, it beats reading her book right?"

The dragon's offer made Orion blink once. Twice. Before finally letting out another tired and defeated sigh.

After telling the gray dragon to make one hell of a show for him, Morpheus laughed and entered the portal.

—

A silent whoosh followed by the appearance of the gray dragon's portal appeared inside the black dragoness' room.

"..."

Silence. There was only the faint noises of the creatures working in the outside, mindlessly patrolling the halls outside her room while none suspecting a thing.

Seeing that no one was there, the Ahamkara knew now would be an opportunity where no one would suspect his arrival, allowing him to enjoy the dragoness freely without interruptions.

However...

"Better safe than sorry~" With a snap of his claws, he casted a spell that would prevent any noises from coming out.

Another spell followed, allowing him to see through walls.

After making sure that no one would interrupt him in the future, the dragon was happy with the results of his magic before turning to look at the room before him.

Upon closer inspection, the room was more fancy than how he perceived when he looked through his portal back in his domain.

Everything was still in its place from the velvet red cushions that Cynder was currently sleeping in, to the floating chandeliers that served as the dragoness' source of light.

Besides having fancy items all over her room, Morpheus also took into notice a variety of her 'fun' toys that seemed to entertain herself whenever she got bored.

'The dragoness sure got quite a good taste,' He thought, picking up a realistic-looking draconic dildo.

'Either that or she ripped this out of a certain male dragon...' He shivered at the thought, putting down the dildo that was on the desk before walking silently towards the middle where Cynder was asleep in her giant red bed.

"You look much more lovely up close..." He whispered to himself.

Unsheathing his tendrils, he controlled them silently, slithering them towards the bed as he gently pulled off the curtains that covered her body in a slow manner so as to not wake her up.

Revealed in front of him was the beauty in the dragon's flesh. He marveled at how perfect Cynder's body was even with all her scars and scathing battle wounds she had garnered across her battles.

It made her look even more beautiful.

Morpheus wanted to savor this moment to make the dragoness slowly aware of this presence as it would start to ravage her body, but he was a lustful dragon after all, and he had to quench his lust for the dragoness right here and now.

As soon as he parted the curtains that were covering her body, he began to work his magic.

Starting with his long tongue that could stretch a couple of miles long, he began to lick her body from head to toe, slathering his saliva all over her scales.

The dragoness squirmed a bit, moaning lightly as she continued to sleep in her dreamland.

After tasting her delicious body, the dragon decided to take a gander at her pussy.

Turning around and facing her behind, the dragon gently turned the dragon where she was now facing her back against the bedding, slightly rousing the dragoness from her slumber but not enough to wake her up.

Spreading her legs, the male dragon's body heated up at the sight of Cynder's folds.

He could even see a tiny bit of pink flesh peeking through her lips.

'She looks absolutely delectable...'

With her legs spread, he dove into her pussy like a beast who had not eaten for days.

Using his long tongue, he began to lick her folds, tasting the dragoness' natural juices that were coating her insides.

He shuddered, savoring every bit of her inner fluids before going in deeper, penetrating her folds with his tongue as he explored her insides.

Cynder moaned loudly, still asleep as the dragoness subconsciously moved her hips to the rhythm of his tongue, grinding against his snout that made Morpheus hum in approval.

"You taste so good, Cynder~" He whispered softly.

As soon as the dragoness started to get wetter, the male dragon decided to add a tendril inside her pussy, making the dragoness moan louder as she unconsciously began to ride his finger.

Her tail was wagging side to side as she started to become aroused.

Using her moans as a sign of confirmation, the dragon continued to rail her fleshy insides, rubbing and tasting every cell of her female walls and getting her insides more wet with his tongue and tendrils.

Once he felt she had enough teasing, Morpheus stood up and carefully clambered onto the bed as he began to position himself on her, getting ready for intercourse.

His penis was large, and that was understating it.

It was very big and girthy, around the same as Cynder's thigh. With a knot in its base and a long, thick and girthy horse-shaped cock with ridges adorning the sides of the penis' flat tip, it's a wonder how Morpheus had not bred any females in his world.

It would surely break them the moment he would fuck them senselessly.

Not that there were any females in his world anymore.

Nevertheless, the male dragon proceeded to mount her, slowly thrusting a little bit between her thighs. Although it missed the target and managed to rub his cock against her stomach part which left a tiny bit of sticky, very viscous pre-cum that smelled.

—

Due to experiencing dreams of having his master breeding her, Cynder responded back accordingly in her slumber, spreading her legs wider for him in anticipation and exposing her womanhood.

With an opportunity like this, Morpheus shifted the angle of his penis between her thigh and aimed the tip directly towards her pussy.

With his large, bulbous, flat cock tip directly hovering over her cunny, the Ahamkara looked at her face in anticipation of her waking up before shoving it inside, entering the dragoness completely.

“O-Ogha…!" The black dragoness moaned loudly in pain. Morpheus' huge horse-like cock felt incredibly stuffing, taking Cynder's insides almost instantaneously.

The pain felt pleasurable and intoxicating which made her loins tingle with bottomless desire as the gray dragon smirked devilishly.

In and out, the dragon slowly picked up the pace, keenly staring at the dragoness' contorted face that was a mix of pain and pleasure.

Each time he buried his cock deep, hitting the buttons that were located deep in her core, the dragoness' snatch squeezed back in return, rewarding Morpheus some euphoric sensations that sent tingles inside his body.

The sensation was absolutely amazing for the gray dragon, who never once tasted the fruits that a sexy female had to offer.

And when he tasted that of Cynder, there was absolutely no doubt that she would become an addicting flavor for him as he kept on pounding inside her, having gotten the urge of filling her belly with his seed and breeding her like a good male dragon should do to nesses such as her.

“Gh! Mmm!" Cynder mewled with every powerful thrust the dragon had given her.

To him, the black dragoness was still asleep. Morpheus had to take her by storm in order for him to have the initiative in case she woke up. Breaking her mind and body so that she could immediately adapt and get used to his size.

Looking at her squirming body while his cock was buried deep inside, seeing her breathing hard while whining in her sleep, Morpheus was entertained and a tad amused that his cock alone could give her pleasure even without the dragoness being awake.

Each time her womb and her g-spot were getting hit, he could feel her pussy juices coating his meaty shaft along with his tendrils that he had also shoved inside.

The dragoness was definitely enjoying it.

She was enjoying it so much that the male dragon failed to notice Cynder's eyes began to flutter open.

“Hngg.. W-What the…!" As her eyes began to adjust from her groggy sleep, Cynder immediately awakened to find her legs being spread, her insides filled with the shaft of a gray colored dragon who had the appearance that was the stuff of nightmares.

While not completely awake, the dragoness' instinct immediately screamed for her to retaliate as countless years of battle experiences began to resurface in her mind, preparing herself for any attacks and thinking thousands of ways on how to dispose the dragon that was raping her in her sleep.

But while still reeling in confusion due to what's going on, Morpheus immediately sprouted more tendrils from his back and suppressed her, limiting the dragoness' movements while casting a magical seal that prevented her from accessing her element.

—

Cynder was clearly alarmed. For some reason, her magical circuits that was the reason she could cast magic was blocked.

She growled, struggled and tried her hardest to fight back as she began demanding the dragon to let go.

“Release me you lowly dragon! Or else, I'll have your head served on a silver platter!"

Her provocative threats were of no use however. She tried to use her tail to attack the dragon, but he was faster.

He immediately wrapped his own tail around her, and then used the rest of his tendrils to immobilize her limbs and wings.

With her now restrained, Cynder began to struggle harder.

Unfortunately her struggles were futile as the dragon that was mounting her was very powerful with a grip that could rival that of her master.

She had no chance of escape.

With her struggling ceasing, the dragon gave her a grin.

'Feisty~ Love it when she fights back~'

The dragon thought in his mind, admiring the tenacity the dragoness had even in the face of an adversary.

The death glare she gave him was quite hot and made his cock twitch, begging to continue his minstrations against her.

With a sudden thrust, Morpheus resumed his conquest of the black dragoness.

She was utterly helpless against her invading interloper and the dragoness had no way of escaping. His grip on her was like a vice, and no matter how hard she tried, the malformed dragon was not even budging one bit.

He was simply too powerful and her struggling only seemed to amuse him, which made her anger flared.

Still, as her insides were being stirred, Cynder was trying her hardest to hold back her moans.

His incredibly large breeding pole was simply too much. It was stuffing her insides to the brim. Each thrust was causing her an abnormal amount of pleasure.

'Ugh! To think I, Cynder… The Terror of the Skies would be getting assaulted like this…! I have to do something… Or else the Dark Master…!'

Despite her denial, the dragoness was really enjoying the treatment.

The way his rapist's horse-like shaft deflowered her fleshy walls was incredibly stimulating for her, sending tingles from her stomach all throughout her body.

Each thrust was sending waves of electric currents that made her feel sensually numb, making her womanhood flutter in anticipation.

The dragon also knew where the sweet spots were as each time he buried himself inside her, the erogenous zone was hit head on which made the dragoness scream.

Morpheus was thankful that he covered the walls with soundproof spells, otherwise the entire castle would be alerted about their queen being raped by him.

Not that he cared. Breeding their queen in front of them sounds hot as fuck.

'Maybe another time~' The dragon thought, making a mental note to breed Cynder in her throne while he let her subjects watch their queen being ravaged by a stranger.

—

While he was deep within his thoughts, Cynder on the other hand continued to struggle helplessly with mixed emotions that were getting to her.

No dragon before him had touched her in her most sensitive areas. Even Malefor who always had sex with her had barely touched the deepest, most sensitive spots inside her pussy.

The gray dragon however struck those buttons with uncanny accuracy, almost as if he knew her body more than she does.

“You're adorable, you know that, Cynder? How a warmonger like you reduced to a heaping mess of pleasure beneath me~"

The Ahamkara, after almost an hour of wordless sex, began taunting her and with good reason.

“Hngg… Baah…"

The black dragoness who had already begun to succumb to his whims was barely coherent, with her mind constantly fed with feelings of euphoria.

Drool slid across the side of her maw in response to Morpheus' knot that was beginning to grow large in size and tried to gain access against her dragonhood.

Seeing as she was already far gone, the gray dragon decided that it was time to get to the best part.

With a few more thrusts, Morpheus slammed his knot inside, earning him a cry of pain and rapture from the dragoness who had her insides completely filled by his knot.

Her belly bulged abnormally due to the gray dragon's large member being crammed inside her.

At some point, the gray dragon was worried that she couldn't handle the pressure of being filled to the brim, but once his worries subsided, the dragon was absolutely amazed that she was able to take the entirety of his large knot.

The dragoness really was resilient. And Morpheus definitely had taken a liking in her.

Not wanting to prolong his stay, the dragon began to hump against the dragoness with incredible vigor, his knot going in and out of Cynder's vagina nonstop with his body leaned forward.

Cynder who was delirious and barely conscious was occasionally responding with breathy mewls each time his knot was tearing her insides open.

And sure enough, after a dozen humps, the gray Ahamkara's hips came into a halt, hitting Cynder's cervix with full force as he came inside her womb, pumping her with the gray dragon's essence.

The black dragoness whose womb was also plugged off by his knot screamed as she felt warm semen made a way directly inside her unprotected dragonhood that was making her belly bulge further.

Morpheus continued to paint the walls of her womb white as Cynder thrashed her head and weakly clawed the dragon from her predicament.

Feeling as though an eternity had passed since she received her seed, The Terror of the Skies, now mated to the gray dragon collapsed on her bed and felt utterly defeated, not resisting at all despite feeling that something inside her stomach had taken seed.

As for Morpheus, he still had a lot of energy to spare. And for what it's worth, he'd like to continue this a little longer.

However as the dragon was knotted deep inside his one-sided lover, he suddenly heard footsteps that walked outside of his room.

With an annoyed sigh, the dragon braced himself to be caught, channeling a spell that would knock those who'd dare to interrupt his time.

But after a while, the footsteps faded, and with it his readied spell as the dragon shook his head and regained some of his rational mind after being overtaken by lust and desire.

"Hmm... This is gonna be a problem..." The dragon muttered.

"What to do, what to do?"

As he pondered on how he could enjoy the most of his time with her, the gray dragon suddenly had a brilliant idea, one that would not only adhere to the warning of the Chronicler, but also allowed him to have fun with the black dragoness as much as he'd like.

Recalling some books that he read during his brief stay with the Chronicler, the dragon muttered a spell under his breath. Chanting a dark and foul, highly arcane spell, the male dragon casted a glowing bright ball upon the black dragoness's body.

The arcane ball's purpose was to study each and every cell that made Cynder who she was and copied each individual cell from her, cataloging them into the ball who was beginning to shape its own mind as he recited the spell.

The purpose of doing such a thing was in order for him to recreate a physical double of the black dragoness.

He planned to take the original back home and do debauched things to her while the clone will do the same things as she does.

The spell was so advanced that it copied everything, even her memories of how she was fucked by him.

Normally it would be impossible with the amount of mana that would require to make a copy of a soul, but since mana was not a problem for him, he might as well abuse his powers to bring pleasure more in his life.

'Hmm... I could just take the clone with me... But then again, nothing beats the original I suppose." The dragon thought as he looked at the ball that was about to finish and began forming the dragoness' physique beside him.

'Time for me to take my prize then~'

*thump thump thump!*

With a loud bang, the door swung open, revealing the worried look of Cynder's second-in-command as Torsten frantically called upon his mistress' name.

“My Queen! Please don't kill me if you are asleep, but we have good news regarding the location of the Guardians' hideout–" His rambling was cut off when he looked at the state his leader was in.

In the once-cleaned bed that was now covered in very viscous white fluids was the black dragoness, drenched in the same stuff as the ones that were dripping towards the floor.

She was unconscious, and most notably, her gaping pink folds that was overflowing with the same fluids that her body was covered in.

"M-My Queen!" Shocked by the discovery, the soldier was about to bark a command to some nearby guards when a shadowy claw that size of his body suddenly pulled Torsten to the bed as his muzzle was clamped shut, preventing him from shouting any further.

The door closed behind him with a thud and then silence had returned once again throughout the halls near Cynder's room.

"Hmmph! HMMPH!"

"Oh be quiet my dear second-in-command~" His mistress' voice immediately made him stop struggling as he finally turned to look at her conscious form.

"Hmmph?" A muffled 'huh?' came immediately followed by a blush forming on his cheeks as he tried to look away from the sultry eyes of her mistress.

It didn't help however as her body that reeked of sex was giving off an alluring, yet terrifying sight. It made his blue spike penis to peek out of his slit, but for all the wrong reasons.

"Mhmmph! Hmmmph!!!" He continued his struggle, earning him Cynder's delightful chuckle.

Finally, letting go of his form, the dragon took a deep breath and inhaled some of the addicting stench that was permeating around her.

"Well Torsten? What was so important to interrupt MY private time, hmm?" Her voice that was laced with lust and desire immediately made him rethink about him coming here as he slowly looked at the female dragon laying on her side, showing off her pussy as she played with her folds with a claw.

"I was just resting after a heated session with my toys, if you're wondering." The dragoness said with a nonchalant wave of her paw.

The male dragon didn't know whether or not to believe her though.

The amount of cum that was scattered across her body and bed made him think just how much semen she was able to produce with such a slim body.

"I-I was... umm..." He couldn't speak properly for he felt something touching below his hind legs.

When he looked below the corner of his eyes, the shadowy tendrils that belonged to Cynder slithered towards his loins, and immediately the stench of a dragoness in heat came to his nostrils as the second-in-command came unto realization.

'S-She's in heat...!' He gulped, fearing for his pelvis as he knew what was about to come next.

"Well~? I am waiting, my dear servant... Unless, you saw something that caught your fancy~?" She pushed her claw deeper into her pussy, letting out a lewd moan as her soldier couldn't take his eyes off of her.

'Oh gods... This is so fucking hot.' He tried to talk, but the words won't come out.

“If you don't talk, then I suggest you let me do the initiative then. You know, these toys are a far cry than the real thing~"

Before the dragon could do anything, he was suddenly yanked towards the bed. Having the air taken out of his lungs, the dragon barely had any time to recover as the clone of Cynder began to do her thing like how the original would act when in heat.

Straddling the smaller dragon whose legs instinctively closed to protect his pride, the female dragoness growled with hunger, slowly but sensually spreading his legs apart, meeting a bit of resistance before fully opening the male's legs.

“Hmm~ I can see why you are such a small dragon~" She leaned down and took a couple of sniffs against his erect and throbbing pole. “You actually put the rest of your height in this~"

She proceeded to take a long lick, earning a breathy mewl that came out of him as he weakly looked at her mistress who was giving him one of the hottest blowjobs he had ever experienced.

'G-Guah! Stop this, please!' But he can only say that internally as her muzzle once again lapped all over his cock.

Despite his brain's initial aversion, his body betrayed him as it began to writhe under the assault of her mouth. Torsten thrusted his hips automatically, adding pleasure to his larger than normal cock for his size.

The shadowy dragoness on the other hand wasn't at all fazed at his sudden gesture as she did her thing expertly.

After some time, the dragoness thought that he was properly lubed up and ready for the real thing. Having enough of her ministration, the clone properly positioned her body to meet the smaller dragon's body.

She raised her rear and immediately lined her silt to his cock. It wasn't as big as her creator's horse-like pole, but it was certainly larger than the average dragon's.

Leaning her head near his ear, the dragoness whispered words of encouragement as she then said this: "Scream for me, little dragon~"

With one fell swoop, the dragoness immediately shoved her already wet pussy right through his throbbing cock. Letting out a pained hiss followed with Torsten's yelp of discomfort, the dragoness was already trying to get used to his dick's size in an instant.

Being impatient, the clone wasn't able to withstand the pain and started moving. The thrusts were slow and sloppy, and although she had been fucked enough to make her used to the pain of her pussy's walls spreading apart, she still had a few struggles with her tiny partner below her.

"Grraaahhh~ M-Mistress...!" Torsten couldn't believe what was happening. It was his first time having sex with her and yet he was still questioning if her mistress was still the one on top of him.

The dragoness before him reeked of unfamiliarity, a scent that he never smelt coming from Cynder.

Something in the back of his mind kept saying to him that something was wrong, that there was something fishy going on but with the incredible sensation that made his heart race, Torsten merely let it go as he slowly submitted himself to the dragoness on top of him.

---

The Chronicler watched in both horror and fascination between the portal that showed the clone of Cynder having sex with her second-in-command, to his gray companion in front of him who hog tied the real Terror of the Skies underneath his belly with his cock still lodged deep inside her vagina.

The black dragoness' eyes were covered in slimy red cloth, courtesy of the ripped fabric from her bed that was drenched in the female dragon's sex juices and the sex toy that was used to gag her mouth to prevent her from talking.

In all his years of chronicling the era of dragons, this would absolutely take the cake of being the most bizarre thing he'd witnessed for sure.

“W-What the… What have you done?" Orion muttered, looking at the once fearsome dragoness now turned cocksleeve of the Ahamkara.

Morpheus smiled. It was one thing to make a clone out of the fearsome dragoness, but turning her into nothing more but his personal cock warmer was much more... debauched.

The Chronicler coughed. Despite his better judgment, he couldn't take his mind on how Morpheus changed the Terror of the Skies into nothing more than a toy for his own pleasure.

And from a quick look on the portal, the male soldier Torsten was still being milked of his juices as his clone continued to ride him. The small blue dragon mewled underneath the weight of Cynder as he looked so disoriented.

The dragon's form trembled like a leaf and in a minute, the soldier sprayed his load straight into his mistress.

Judging by how quick he came, it was clear that it was his first time having sex, Orion thought.

He's definitely new and inexperienced... unlike her companion. Morpheus was even laughing! The Chronicler found no reason why this was so amusing to him.

... Or perhaps maybe he might too?

He shook his head.

The surrounding, lustful atmosphere was getting into his head.

Regaining composure, the dragon tried to revert his attention back at his companion.

"Again, I have no words for... this." He gestured to him and his work.

Morpheus puffed out his chest, shaking the dragoness underneath him who moaned from the small movement alone as she was feeling hypersensitive with the properties of the Ahamkara's semen.

"To be fair, I did as you told me to." He looked at the clone of Cynder he made. "She was near her heat anyway. It's only fitting that I made her horny when the dragon was about to visit her."

"That's not what I meant!"

The Chronicler stood up abruptly, looking at Morpheus with a disappointed expression while trying to avoid looking at the dragoness who was whining with lustful need.

"I told you to never change the events too much! Now what will happen if this--"

"You worry too much!" The gray dragon responded with his tail giving out a light smack at the black dragoness' rear, earning a muffled moan that escaped from the Terror.

His friend sighed.

"Morpheus, listen. If history changes even just slightly, it could affect the outcome of events in a different manner! This could mean the downfall of Cynder! The Terror of the Skies disappearance from both her armies and my domain--"

"Relax." Orion jumped by how close the Ahamkara's face had suddenly become with him. "Also, your face is too close. Unless you want to kiss me then that's fine~"

He gave the gray and black dragon a wink who then backpedaled away from him as Morpheus laughed. " I mean it! I have no qualms of breeding a male or female, after all a hole's a hole."

The gray and black dragon feared for his flank after the Ahamkara winked at him lewdly.

"But in all seriousness though, there wouldn't be changes to history. The clone I created had everything the original had, and that includes her memories as well as her dark magic."

He gestured to the portal which showcased the dragoness now riding an unconscious Torsten, using her shadow element in a form of tendrils and inserted some into her pussy while having the male dragon's dick inside to make their mating more interesting.

"But... how? This is just crazy!" Orion couldn't believe it. There's no way that the gray dragon was this powerful, and yet, he just created what no other dragon can make! A clone of someone who they had known well about their personality!

Morpheus smiled.

"Anything's possible when one is a dragon that contains the powers of dreams, and mine was no different. I'm basically a God after all." The dragon then gestured to his malformed body.

The Chronicler spied a tentacle on the Ahamkara's backside and quickly looked away.

It's no secret that Morpheus was powerful. It was one of the main reasons why he did not immediately attack him the moment he breached his domain.

But to think he was this powerful... It's a miracle he followed his warning about changing the world's events too much.

Orion frowned.

Having caught the gray and black dragon thinking too hard, the Ahamkara frowned.

Thinking he may have gotten a bit far, the dragon rolled his eyes and spoke in a reassuring tone.

"Relax my friend, I'll return this world's original Cynder."

This made the Chronicler calm down a bit.

"Maybe."

And immediately, Orion looked at Morpheus with a 'really?' look.

The Ahamkara shrugged and laughed at Orion's expression which looked very funny to Morpheus, considering the blue dragon rarely made many expressions that made his face change from a boring, serious, wise-looking, stoic face to that of a disgusted dragon.

Deciding not to give the Chronicler aneurism over his remark about keeping Cynder as his own cock warmer, which was unlikely since Morpheus grew to like her in his own unique way, he dismissed the matter and tried to explain something to the gray dragon.

"Hmmm... Tell you what, how about I share my bitch with you from time to time? Can't promise that she'll be tight anymore though."

Orion's expression changed from disgusted to hesitant and disturbed. Morpheus tried not to laugh but with the blue dragon's expression, it was too good to let go and he cackled much to his embarrassment.

"It was a joke, old friend! You should have looked at the expression you were making! It looked so goofy yet fitting on you~"

Morpheus licked his tongue lewdly at him, enjoying seeing his friend embarrassed at the gesture as his face immediately went hot upon Morpheus's comment.

"Anyway~"

'What does he need now...' The Chronicler could feel a headache coming. At this point, he turned from being the respected dragon of ancient times, to a servant of this godly dragon that could literally rewrite the history of this world.

"Do you mind if I borrow one of your... isolated quarters? I plan on making love with my bitch here you see~"

The Chronicler blinked twice, and then thrice, before looking at the male dragon with a confused expression.

'Isn't he doing that now...? Oh--'

"O-Of course. I think I have the perfect place where you could partake in your debauched actions for as long as you like."

After seeing the amount of cum that the gray dragon could produce when he looked at Morpheus' portal, it was apparent that they indeed needed to get a room unless he wanted this area to smell of sex for god-knows how many weeks.

Morpheus smiled widely at the gray and black dragon.

"Lead the way!"

—

In a certain room located deep within the Celestial Cave, the Chronicler had created a pocket dimension in the same room where he would experiment with some spells that were otherwise forbidden.

It was a way for him to protect the outside world since time in that room moved at a different rate than the outside world.

In some special cases, he would use that room to do some... personal things where it would otherwise be looked down upon by society.

And as for now, Orion was currently leading his guest and his fuck toy towards the room where the gray dragon would unleash his sexual appetite.

Morpheus couldn't wait. With the dragoness still lodged below him, the gray dragon grew antsy to mate with Cynder again.

He was even hornier than before, knowing that no one would interrupt his session with her.

The room wasn't too far however, only a short amount of walking. The only eventful thing that came with their walk was the occasional moans and groans coming from Morpheus' underbelly, and it was making him jittery with each clench the dragoness does around his cock.

Orion was not unaffected by the lewd act as well. Hearing Cynder making lewd noises made his cock peek out of his slit and was now shamelessly dangling with each step he took.

He desperately needed some release after the failed attempt of achieving an orgasm after having witnessed Morpheus make a clone of the fearsome dragoness.

"You know, I was not joking when I said I could share her."

This made the gray and black dragon's ears perked behind him as if contemplating whether or not he should accept the gray dragon's offer before shaking his head.

"As much as I wanted to have sex with your... partner... Urk. I think it's morally questionable for me to engage in such debauched acts." He felt depressed after saying that, knowing full well he won't be able to have sex with the sexy dragoness which was a once in a lifetime deal.

That and he never, ever tasted the flesh of a real female cunt ever since he became the chronicler.

The desire of the flesh was strong with him, but his moral compass was too strong for him to pick the wrong direction to walk.

"Suite yourself. If you ever change my mind, please knock at least. I don't want my personal time to be interrupted by having you barge in without my consent."

Hearing it more of a threat than a request, the gray and black dragon nodded hastily, proceeding to walk faster as he did not want his ass to be Morpheus' next target.

He was not gay after all... Right?

'Urk... I really need therapy after this... But who to ask?' Orion thought as he showed them to the room.

---

Standing in front of a plain-looking, wooden door, Morpheus turned to look at the Chronicler as if he was saying 'is this it?'.

Clearly the gray and black dragon knew what he was thinking, and immediately the dragon replied and began explaining about the room that lay beyond.

The dragon began.

"I can't be bothered to make the door of the room be grand. It'll be an unnecessary use of time and energy. Plus, it helps with misguiding intruders from entering it."

He opened the door, and beyond it was nothing but a vastness of white that seemed infinite. Morpheus whistled impressed as the Chronicler began his speech.

For a dragon that was beneath his caliber, the Ahamkara was impressed.

First of all, the amount of mana that was flowing in the room was outstanding.

To be able to create such a place like this despite being weaker than him, Morpheus had to admit that the Chronicler was more skilled than he thought and that he might be able to hold against his own in a fight.

Though if they will indeed fight head on, it would result in his absolute victory.

"As you may have noticed, beyond this room is nothing but an empty space that is just white. In a scale, it's actually a pocket dimension. In here, no amount of time passes but when you exit the place, it would have been but just a single second since your presence outside the room had disappeared."

The dragon then channeled his magic, conjuring a dimly lit room with various things that one would typically find in a BDSM dungeon.

"You can also channel your mana in this room to conjure any item you want. The only limit is your imagination and your mana."

Morpheus looked at the room with a critical eye, then back at the Chronicler.

"You've got quite the good taste. I'm beginning to wonder if you actually fucked a couple of dragons before with how uncannily detailed your designs are~" Morpheus questioned, an amused expression showed.

The gray and black dragon snorted. "I didn't. I just read them from a couple of horny dragons books."

"Hah! I would have imagined!" Morpheus said, laughing wholeheartedly at the Chronicler who only groaned in annoyance as he handed something to Morpheus.

"What is this?" The dragon asked as the gray and black dragon replied.

"Communication spell." The dragon then gestured himself, and Orion pointed to his head. "This connects us so we could talk to each other if need be."

Morpheus shrugged, willing his tendrils to plant the spell onto his mind. After the tendril disappeared, Orion began.

"I shall leave you then." Orion said and he began to leave, his cock disappearing into his slit before Morpheus gave him a call.

"Hey, wait a second. Come back here."

Orion groaned, annoyed. What now? As much as he hated getting summoned from this eldritch dragon who had an appetite and tastes that he dared never imagine, the Chronicler began walking back to see what he wanted.

"Yes?"

"Just want to say thanks." For once, the host actually saw genuine happiness coming from the eldritch dragon that stood a good few inches taller than him.

"O-Of course." Orion nodded back. "If there's nothing else, I'll go then. There are still things I have yet to do..." The dragon trailed, gesturing himself once more to exit the room. Morpheus nodded, willing his tendrils as it manifested a book for Chronicler, stopping the gray and black dragon.

Morpheus simply chuckled.

"Take it as a gift. You earned it."

Orion's eyes widened from Morpheus' generosity. He looked at the book and back at him, realizing he had been given an unknown spell book that contained countless magic from a different world.

He was honestly flustered but tried not to show it at Morpheus' amusement as he conjured tendrils to receive the gift from the host.

"T-Thank you, friend." He nodded in his direction, but it seems he didn't hear him as the gray dragon was now focused on the dragoness beneath, which made Orion hastily walk towards the door and close it before any more noise and smells would come out, although with little luck.

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With the Chronicler gone, Morpheus finally would be able to give his dragoness the attention he so wanted to give for far too long.

No worries, no interruption. Just him and the sexiest dragoness that ever lived alone in this reality-warped room.

"Oh~ I am gonna have so much fun with you, my love~"

He stroked the head of the dragoness with his paws, rubbing her cheeks with his few tendrils before conjuring a giant red bed big enough for both of them.

With this, the dragon slowly released his hold from the dragoness.

With a loud pop, the knot left Cynder, cum overflowing from both holes making Morpheus savor the sight while the dragoness' whined of relief from having the huge knot out of her body.

Making use of the tendrils that held the dragoness, he maneuvered and carried her barely responsive form unto the large bed.

Gently placing her down into the soft fabrics with her back facing the bed, the Ahamkara handled her as how a passionate lover would.

He then whispered sweet things about how good of a lay she was, filling her mind with images of them breeding nonstop and then somewhere her belly was full of his eggs.

It made the dragoness groan as she was met with a couple of licks from the face before trailing down towards her belly, and then somewhere between her hind legs where it smelled so wonderful for the gray dragon.

He spread her hips was wide open, and the gray dragon took advantage of her position to push her tail away using his magic and expose the recently filled pussy that had a bit of cum flowing out from the holes, pleasing the Ahamkara.

Her asshole too, looked so appetizing that he could just ravage her like how she was meant to be before her servitude to that so-called Dark master.

For now though, he focused on her wet flowery pockets.

Like before, it smelled delectable with a bit of his baby batter mixed in.

He wasted no time, and like how he had done to her pussy before, he began to eat her out.

His long tongue lapped at her folds, licking off the cum that was overflowing from her pussy. It then slipped past inside, tasting her warm and moist fleshy walls and the dragoness' breath hitched as she unintentionally wiggled her hips.

If the dragoness was still flawless in body and mind, she could see his enormous rod, which was already erect and pulsating with yearning, from a distance. He appeared to have plenty of energy left over from when he was using her body as a cocksleeve.

Because of her continuous moaning, Morpheus decided to indulge her desires to the fullest and decided to split open his faceplate, revealing his scary face as he used his incredibly long tongue to french kiss her labia.

While the faceplate was open, the Ahamkara would often hum and grunt as he ate the delicious and fragrant snatch.

Eventually, his cock that was fully erect was once again leaking a lot of precum, which the gray dragon deemed fit for the occasion.

Breaking contact from her pussy, Morphues licked the remaining juices and cum that were stuck on his lips as he then mounted the barely aware dragoness.

As he loomed over her barely conscious form, with a hungry look in his eyes, his smile widened once he set his legs on either side of the black dragoness.

He leaned down, his frightening face ever so close to the dragoness as his thirteen beady eyes devoured every expression Cynder was making.

With a long, sensual lick across her muzzle, the Ahamkara opened her muzzle forcefully before shoving his tongue deep into the dragoness' throat.

"Glrg! Glrk! Gurgk!" Choking noises followed by a muffled moan were heard as the dragoness struggled for breath, not expecting the dragon's unexpected action.

Due to the lack of oxygen, the black dragoness was unable to breathe. Fortunately, the gray dragon broke the kiss not long after, strings of saliva connecting the tongues together.

Morpheus could tell the dragoness was having a difficult time breathing, and thus, he opted not to choke her further.

Positioning his dick's head in front of her pussy, the Ahamkara pushed his hips forward and with a grunt, he penetrated the dragoness' mound, spreading her slickened walls apart.

"AHHHH!"

Another scream came from her throat. At this point, the black dragoness was sure to have her voice be taken away from her with all the painful screeches she was making.

Not that it was any news as Morpheus decided to drown the noises from the dragoness out by shoving his tongue once again inside her maw.

Cynder tried to resist, but with her strength being sapped out of her and the fact that the gray dragon outclasses her greatly in physical strength, she was unable to retaliate and let the creature do whatever he wanted.

While the Ahamkara shoved his meaty bara penis deep inside the tight and warm tunnel of hers, Cynder moaned against him as drool poured out of her maw from around his tongue and out of her lips, still being held by the kiss.

Feeling her calmed down a bit, the gray dragon resumed his thrusts with more vigor.

Muffled moans reverberated from her throat which was drowned out by Morpheus' own.

His tongue continued to explore the oral cave of her while occasionally nibbling the dragoness' teeth with his sharp, yellow razor-like teeth.

Morpheure began pumping his rod inside Cynder as it expanded, locking him in a state as he made sure she couldn't escape him.

Her mouth and love tunnel was continuously being used, and it didn't matter for the eldritch dragon if her body was sore and broken, all he wanted to do was to bury his cock to the root inside the black dragoness and continue dumping his seed over and over.

His tail curled against her own, he grabbed her foreclaws and pinned her on the bed to prevent her from instinctively thrashing, all in the while he hump-fucked her needlessly sexy body like there's no tomorrow.

When the gray dragon grew tired of her screaming her lungs out, he'd proceed to cover her muzzle in the form of a french kiss, and thus repeating the in non-ending fashion.

*plap, plap, plap!*

The amount of juices that did not manage to escape from their previous breeding made audible, wet slapping noises, which added more lewd sound effects around them.

The more he humped her, smearing his precum deep inside her inner folds which in turn got mixed with the previous fluids he currently dumped into her, the louder her moans grew.

It was like music to his ears.

He couldn't help but growl, enjoying the feel of the dragoness' vagina as her slick, wet inner folds massaged his cock.

Her warmth and softness felt wonderful now that he could focus on breeding her as he pleased as the black dragoness' walls were squeezing his girth tightly, causing a surge of pleasure to wash over him.

It was an exhilarating experience that he'd want to relish forever, but it was not yet enough.

He wanted more of her, and if it meant breaking her mind and soul in the process, then that he must do.

The more Morpheus kept his pace, the more his knot kept hitting her folds and her clitoris. The more his thrusting became faster and wilder, and the harder her mind broke with each passing moment.

His tendrils slithered underneath her, caressing the scales, teasing her anal hole. It would squeeze her flesh, pinching and rubbing it to the point where the dragoness' moans grew louder and louder, her voice turning hoarse.

She was in such a state that her hypersensitive body was moving on its own, her hips buckling up, meeting his own.

Her body was telling her that she wanted more of his cock, and Morpheus was more than willing to provide, ramming her womb in a non-stop fashion.

With each thrust, the eldritch dragon buried himself deep within her folds, causing her belly to bloat up from the sheer amount of his pre-semen, and yet, his balls had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

He could tell from her moans, from the way her vaginal muscles clamped around his rod, trying to milk him for his precious cum, that she was close.

Who could blame her though? At this point, it was surprising that she was not dehydrated with all the semen and juices she was leaking out.

But Morpheus wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily, he wanted to draw this moment longer as much as possible.

The eldritch dragon had the tendency to tease the black dragoness, pulling out his rod and only leaving the tip inside her, grinding his cock against her folds, and then proceeding to ram her once again, repeating the same action, driving the poor girl crazy.

The tendrils that were playing with her asshole receded, proceeding to join the dragon's breeding pole as it squeezed and coiled around his cock, giving the former Terror of the Skies additional stimulus that would push her closer to the edge.

The dragoness was losing her mind.

With every passing moment, the pleasure was becoming overwhelming.

It felt like her mind was about to completely break as his massive dick pounded her, her vaginal canal was stretched out to the brim.

Morpheus was merciless with his pounding as his cock reached her deepest depths, touching the end of her flesh that it made her belly grew a cock-shaped bulge in the middle.

The constant teasing from the tendrils as they coiled and tightened around his shaft, the constant rubbing against her folds, and his cock continuously abusing her insides were enough to push her off the edge.

Her walls were spasming, tightening around his member, her vaginal juices spraying outwards, squirting on the dragon's shaft, painting it with her nectar.

The eldritch dragon growled, a guttural, bestial noise that escaped his throat.

Her warm and wet folds clamped around his meat stick, and with one final thrust, the tip of his rod kissed her womb, pushing to the furthest of depths, the fleshy, muscular head of his penis spewed out its contents once more.

Only this time, with nothing to hold him back, the Ahamkara let out a lot of his semen that even despite being knotted with her partner, a buck load of cum squirted out from the edges of his penis, filling the dragoness' insides in an instant, causing her belly to grow.

With the amount of cum inside her, Cynder's belly grew larger, looking more monstrous than usual.

After the first batch of his seed was poured into her womb, Morpheus' cock shot out another load, then another, and another, and another, and another, and another.

There was no end to the flow of cum coming from his cock, and the more his dick pumped out semen, the more her belly grew.

At this point, it would've been weird if Cynder wasn't impregnated already.

And yet, his sperm production didn't seem to stop as her belly grew bigger and bigger.

She would've died from being filled with dozens of litters of cum if Morpheus didn't place a spell that made her body capable of stretching abnormally to take everything he had to offer.

As Morpheus continued to shoot his load, he watched as Cynder's belly grew bigger, looking like a dragon with an oversized pregnant belly.

If anything, this sight was extremely arousing.

It was as if he was impregnating the dragoness with an excessive amount of eggs inside her vagina that would be fertilized by her seed, which was far from the truth.

However, it's not like he didn't want to get her knocked up with his offspring.

In fact, he would gladly impregnate her and make her his broodmother, forever, if he could.

The thought alone aroused him, his cock throbbing as it squirted more cum.

He then leaned down, licking the tears that formed between her eyes as the dragon whispered, still feeling himself dump his many loads inside her, even as he spoke, pulling free his tongue from her maw

"Oh lover mine~" He cooed. "I hope you're ready, because we're going to have so many children, and I'm going to make sure you'll enjoy it."

The dragoness could not utter a single word due to her tongue hanging out, her eyes half-lidded, and the fact that her mind was broken with ecstasy and pleasure.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'm going to keep fucking you every day, over and over, until you give me all the eggs that you have."

—

“Ancestors above…" Orion watched with utter amazement at what he was seeing.

His jaw dropped, and his eyes were glued to the portal as he continued to watch the two dragons go at it like rabbits.

His penis was still erect, having not ejaculated yet.

The Chronicler while masturbating had his attention focused on the scene that was shown in the book, and the more he saw it, the more his body shook with desire, wanting to partake in the pleasures as well.

He sat on his haunches, furiously jerking off his penis as he watched his fellow friend bred Cynder like a sex lord.

"Hng...hah...hah..."

He couldn't hold it anymore.

The amount of pre-cum that leaked out from his cock was already too much.

Closing his eyes, the dragon let out a powerful roar.

*Plew! Plew! Plew! Plew! *

Stream after stream, the dragon shot out his cum all over the book.

The liquid splashed against the cover and pages, and with a couple of droplets landing on the ground, the Chronicler let out a relieved sigh, finally glad to achieve orgasm after having been denied for a dozen hours.

"Haa… Haa.. G-God damn…" The gray and black dragon panted, wiping the cum that was in his claws. “I have to thank Morpheus for this book... It's actually a very handy tool to spy on other dragons doing lewd things."

He conjured a rag and cleaned the cum droplets that were left on the floor and the book, and proceeded to sit on his haunches, spying on other dragons that were currently doing naughty stuff, momentarily forgetting about the war that was currently happening in this world.

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The End