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Dragonesses were almost never affected by the musk of male hippogryphs the way that males were. There was never a transformation, and usually the fragrance was more like a sweet, musky perfume to them; pleasant, even sexy, but hardly mind-warping or overwhelming. As such, while same-gender pairings between the two species were very common, with dragons as the receiving party in some ninety-five percent of cases – with an exception for the most submissive of hippogryph males – opposites rarely attracted, except when they did. Nature, after all, had no absolutes and no strict rules to follow; when two creatures of any sapient species met, there’s always a chance they would end up together.

And sometimes, of course, it was different. Sometimes, rarely, dragonesses did experience the full musky, mind-melting force of a male hippogryph. Nobody had really researched why, given that it was such a source of shame for the species, but there were all kinds of hypotheses, ranging from some level of masculinity on the grand spectrum of gender, to simple mutations in the olfactory region.

But certainly, no self-respecting dragoness thought themselves vulnerable to it. Iridena certainly did not. Not before that day when she met one at the local bar when she was in her early twenties – by human years, anyway – and found one rather eagerly trying to seduce her. She rebuffed him, at first, but then he told her that he really did have something amazing to show her. Really, Iridena should’ve noticed that something was off with how she found her attitude softening with each breath she took around that handsome beast, from distaste to neutrality, and then from neutrality to attraction, enough so that she ended up agreeing to see whatever the male had to show.

So, they headed to his car, got into the back seat, and promptly and shamelessly, the hippogryph pulled his pants down the moment they were obscured by the tinted windows, letting a rather hefty, glistening horse-cock flop out and slap against his belly.

Her first instinct was to blow him off and get out of the car. But there was something rather appealing about it. Something that seemed to call to her, clouding her judgment. Ah, what harm could it possibly do? She wasn’t a male, so it wouldn’t have any kind of effect on her anyway. He just happened to smell nice, so after a few moments of hesitation, she leaned in over the grinning hippogryph’s lap, pressing her nose against his beautiful cock, and inhaled.

The next thing she remembered after that – it had all happened rather long ago – was that she was moaning like a whore while getting rutted over the hood of the car, her mind spinning with an almost drunken erotic joy at each thrust of the hippogryph’s equine cock, pushing deep into her, claiming every fiber of her being for himself. She was unprotected, and fertile at that, but in that beautiful moment in time nothing at all mattered except more of the hippogryph’s cock. Wild horses couldn’t have pulled her off him, and of course he, a perfect stranger bar for their shared carnal joy, had no real reason to even consider not going all the way with his masculine duties.

Without any protests from Iridena’s side, he let out a half-neigh, half-squawk of shuddering pleasure as he hilted himself inside her, his flared cockhead digging into every sensitive spot, and came like a firehose, flooding her body with his virile, hot seed. The dragoness could still remember that moment all these years later. How intensely blissful it had felt to just surrender, to let him do what he wanted to her cum-brained self.

To be bred, though she didn’t know it at the time, and wouldn’t know until a few months had passed and it was too late to do anything about it. That was how she had ended up with a pair of bastard eggs in her belly, and later, with a pair of energetic children.

Not that she could really complain. Iridena had ended up with a half-hippogryph son and a seemingly fully dragon daughter, and though there had certainly been some adjustment time – being forced to suddenly confront the fact that she had children to take care of – they had quickly become the light of her life. And so, the years had passed; being a fierce dragoness, she had no real need for a husband, even if she sometimes wished she had one to help her take care of the kids. The hippogryph, of course, was nowhere to be seen, but Iridena didn’t really blame him. She had, at least, gotten one of the best and sluttiest nights of her life getting her brains fucked out after he “musked” her.

It was a time she remembered fondly, all in all, and often found herself fantasizing of when her busy life allowed it. But alas, such carnal joys were in her past now; as a mother, she certainly didn’t have time to find any more hippogryphs to fuck.

Her son, Seriky, had quickly figured out that he wasn’t entirely a dragon. For one, he was covered in a fine, soft layer of fur, unlike his mother and sister, Tyne, who both had the traditional scales of a dragon. Oh, he had some, here and there – like his legs and at the very base of his lower back, but overall, he looked different enough that people usually assumed he was his sister’s friend rather than her brother, and quickly figured out that their father wasn’t a dragon, with whatever genes he had manifesting more strongly in Seriky. Nobody guessed hippogryph, though, because of how rare those pairings were with dragonesses.

Of course, being half a hippogryph, he had also inherited his father’s musk, which had quickly become apparent as he reached puberty, and then early adulthood, the latter of which only made if stronger. He didn’t mind; he rather firmly preferred females, but it wasn’t as if the drooling affections of male dragons in class made him feel worse in any way. No, he was quite flattered by it all.

Now, he wasn’t the only one aware of that hypnotic scent, of course. Iridena herself was very aware of how amazing her beautiful son smelled, but she hadn’t had any real problems resisting after installing an industrial strength air conditioner in their home. It cleared up the air well enough, so even though her mind flooded with lusty fantasies when she really caught a whiff of his fragrance, she had managed to not court temptation. A few rounds with her favorite dildo – shaped like an equine shaft, of course – and she was right as rain again, her mind clear and ready to keep on doing whatever she had been doing before her nose caught his scent.

It also helped that both son and daughter were going to college, now, which meant they spent less time with each other. It was a little sad, sure, Iridena could admit that, but it was good for them to leave the nest, and in particular, it was good for her to not constantly be reminded of that wonderful night when the stranger hippogryph had fucked her full of his cum and blessed with two eggs.

It wasn’t all roses. She was chronically short on money, having two kids and no husband or wife to share the costs with. Not that Iridena and her kids lived in poverty, or anything like that, but she wasn’t the type to hoard away money like say, red dragons – she would’ve scoffed at the implication – and preferred an honest income.

But this summer, oppressively hot as it was, that slight lack of money had become an enormous problem. The air conditioning broke, and every regular technician that could fix it was on vacation. Iridena couldn’t spare enough money to pay someone overtime to do it, though, and that meant that their house was as hot as the lairs of their ancient magma-cave-dwelling ancestors, or damn near to it.

It was unbearable even with all windows constantly open, to the point that they all – her offspring being home for the summer break too – had to walk around in nothing but underwear, which was a little awkward being that they were all adults, but needs must, and all that. She could get used to that.

What she couldn’t get used to was a little phenomenon that made it ten times as bad: Seriky, her son, being half hippogryph, sweated. With sweat, came musk, thanks to his exotic heritage, and that musk was omnipresent now that the ventilation wasn’t working. Even with all the windows open, the summer days were languid and still, sweltering hot without a hint of wind to carry his seductive fragrance away, and it wasn’t like it was his fault. There was nowhere else he could go, and Iridena couldn’t just throw him out either.

Thus, it was her responsibility to deal with her constantly growing arousal, handling those recurring fantasies and memories, increasingly vivid and lifelike, of just blissfully sniffing her nameless mate’s musk and letting it carry her away until she was nothing but a drooling, heat-struck mess, a cock receptacle maybe, certainly a breeding hen. So far, she had been successful, but it had only been maybe twelve hours, and the vacation season was expected to last almost a whole month yet, before she could call an affordable repairman.

Even beyond what the sweet, sexy musk did to her mind, though, it was also affecting her body. The mother-dragoness was slowly but surely being forced into heat by her son’s presence, with said son completely unaware of what he was doing. That, in turn, made her smell rather delicious to the young male. At least it seemed that Tyne hadn’t inherited that weakness from her mother.

Oh, Seriky was certainly noticing his mother in a whole new light. She had never really been in heat that he could remember, but between her pheromones mingling with his in the stale indoor air, and the fact that the heat was generally clouding his judgment and slowing down his already struggling mind, his mother was starting to look rather attractive. Every inch of her emerald scales, the way her hips widened just enough to give her a maternal figure compared to women his own age, and, well… her generous curves.

He tried not to look. Seriky knew it was inappropriate, wrong, forbidden, taboo, entirely out of the question, and no matter how much testosterone he still had burning in his veins, he could not let those thoughts continue. As such, he – just like his needy mother – tried to stay as far away from each other as possible, in a sort of unspoken, subconscious understanding.

That wasn’t possible every day, though. Maybe two days after the AC had broken, Iridena caught herself watching her son do the dishes, again in his underwear. There was nothing erotic about the sight, beyond his lack of clothes, but somehow all those rising tensions came to a boiling point then and there. She felt a twinge, somewhere inside her head, and simultaneously, in her lower belly, the sensation being something akin to her mind shutting down and her womb twitching with heated desire at the same time.

So, while she fully intended to just walk out of the room instead of lingering even for a second, as she passed by him, there was this urge. Just a simple desire to hug her beloved son, and so she did, suddenly wrapping her scale-clad arms around his fuzzy body from behind and resting her head on his shoulder.

That was wholesome enough. Nobody could blame a mother and son for hugging. Only she didn’t let go. It felt so good to just be close to him, to breathe in his wonderful scent.

“Uh, mom? I can’t do this if you don’t let go,” Seriky said. But Iridena didn’t let go. Instead she, in a daze, let her hands slip a little lower. In her mind’s eye, Seriky was his father, and she was reliving that sweet moment they’d had. He just needed to be hard for it.

Seriky gasped as his mother’s hand suddenly cupped his crotch, kneading on him. His body responded immediately, as suddenly a few days’ worth of errant fantasies looked like they’d all come to fruition at once. Only he wasn’t as under the spell of the moment quite as badly as his mother was.

“W-what’s going on?” he stuttered, even as his cock, knot and all – one of those odd quirks of nature that some hippogryphs, like Seriky’s father, had – eagerly swelled out into his mother’s hand the instant that she tugged down his sweaty, musky underwear.

She couldn’t even muster a response, feeling as if she was floating somewhere distant, a far-away observer of her own body acting on pure instinct and groping her son. There was no space for shame. A trickle of his precum drooled over the side of her hand, and she purred at how hot it felt, reminding her in such lurid detail of Seriky’s father. His entire body shivered as she began to stroke-

-the front door slammed open, loudly enough to snap the both of them into reality as Tyne returned home after hanging out with her friends for the morning. Almost choking on the sudden awkwardness of the situation, Seriky pulled his boxers back on and rushed off to the bathroom, leaving Iridena standing there with her eyes wide open, her nipples stiff and her slit soaking her panties, visibly turned on until her brain slipped back into gear and she quickly grabbed a bathrobe to cover herself with, just in time for Tyne to enter the kitchen.

Too close, way too close. Control yourself, a faint echo of her more reasonable, logical mind chastised her. Too far already. He’s your son, not his father.

The worst thing was that she knew that. Replacing Seriky with his father in her fantasies was just an excuse. It was his scent that left her knees weak and her slit weeping with desire. But she couldn’t help herself. It was just like that one night had been. The scent scrambled her mind so badly that she just couldn’t think clearly at all. But she had to. It wouldn’t do much good in the long run, but Iridena greeted her daughter, and then splashed cold water on her face as she took over on the dishes.

Seriky, meanwhile, slammed the bathroom door closed behind himself, turned the lock so quickly it almost broke, and grabbed his cock, stroking it with feverish energy as he panted.

Don’t think about fucking mom, don’t think about fucking mom, dontthinkaboutfuckingmom, he kept repeating to himself, like a fever-pitch mantra or a recurring intrusive thought that he couldn’t shake, while gritting his teeth to imagine literally any other dragoness, or a hippogryph, or for the love of god, even one of his male admirers on all fours as he drove his aching cock into her, hips bouncing off her ass as he mated with his own mother-

-no, don’t, fuck-

Why had she started rubbing him like that? Was it the musk? Was it getting that bad? What could he do to help other than- nngh.

Maybe he just had to let the fantasies come so he could get rid of them. It was like catharsis, a word he’d learned in school just before the summer vacation, wasn’t it? Sometimes the only solution was to give in.

So, the young drake stopped fighting the fantasies as he stroked his throbbing, flared cock. He imagined himself breeding Iridena just like his father presumably had. The taboo nature of it only made it all the hotter, the thought of rutting and seeding the pussy that had once laid the egg he hatched from. Filling her curvy body with his seed, taking the place of his father, who had never been there, as his mother’s consort. Seriky had never heard her moan, but he could imagine it. Breathy gasps accompanying each thrust into her furnace-hot and soaked cunt as he bent her over, pressed her into the bed, let his cock flare inside her and then…

He came so hard that the first earth-shattering spurt of cum struck the mirror above the sink. His claws dug into the wall to keep himself upright as he emptied his balls, and in his fantasies every last drop was deposited deep inside Iridena’s clutching, maternal pussy, blessing her with another hybrid clutch, only this one would be incestuous too, even naughtier than the last. He squeezed behind his knot and moaned out loud.

And he just kept cumming. It was a toe-curling, eye-watering orgasm that left him completely breathless, desperately grasping for anything to keep himself from falling over and hitting his head or something. For all that effort he could barely stay upright as his heavy cock twitched and throbbed, painting what felt like half the bathroom in his spilled seed while Seriky suppressed the urge to groan out loud.

And sure enough, he felt a little more relaxed after that. A little more clear-headed despite the summer heat in the air, and despite Iridena’s heat still lingering in his nostrils too. There was a little shame, yes, at letting his fantasies run free like that, but at least he hadn’t done anything that he couldn’t take back. It had been no different than whatever dirty porn one might watch while masturbating, had it?

Well, besides making a mess of the bathroom. There was a distinct sinking feeling as he looked at the results of his frenzied masturbation, the drake mentally transported back to his early teen years when he first discovered that touching that thing between his legs felt good, and making, as he always did, a huge mess. Still, better a mess than doing something he’d regret his entire life.

Seriky sighed. His body was still trembling as he began to wipe up his cum from the mirror, and then the various ropes of still-warm seed that had landed elsewhere. One over the sink, one on the floor. He had cum like some sort of wild stallion, the drake realized with a slight blush. Did the fantasy of breeding his mom really turn him on that much?

No, it doesn’t. Stop being a weirdo. She just had a lapse in judgment because of your scent. It doesn’t mean anything.

He dropped his cum-soaked underwear into the laundry basket and grabbed a new pair from tumble dryer, where it had been waiting for a few days. Nobody had the energy to do much of their chores in this kind of heat.

All he had to do was last a few more weeks, until they finally repaired the damned AC, and everything could go back to normal.

He could do that.

It was really Iridena who was more affected, that night. While the scent of her heat was a powerful aphrodisiac, it didn’t have the druglike properties of hippogryph musk. It was the difference between liking the smell of coffee and needing it. Ah, it wasn’t a good comparison, but the dragoness had no better ones. Even at night, when the air was just a little cooler and her bedroom window was wide open to let in as much fresh night air as possible, her son’s musk lingered, and she was, as she would be for the foreseeable future, masturbating in bed. She had soaked a few towels already, but at least the dragoness and her tired fingers were finally getting close to some peace of mind, if only because she was too tired to even think after some five orgasms or so.

Well, maybe one more. She plunged her favorite dildo back into her insatiable body and fucked herself with it, shivering and shuddering while the fingers of her other hand tweaked and smushed her clit, working herself towards the sixth orgasm of the night. She couldn’t stop fantasizing about Seriky, of how sexy her son’s forbidden cock had felt, swelling in her grasp. Of how good it’d feel flaring inside her, the head nudged just against her cervix and preparing to knock her up with a new clutch of eggs, a pair of incestuous siblings for him and Tyne.

Iridena’s back arched as she came again, soaking the already wet towels with another gush of her juices. She just couldn’t help herself. It was like all of her self-control had been robbed from her. She wasn’t normally a sex-frenzied slut fantasizing of her own flesh and blood, it was just his scent, and her heat, and the very literal summer heat!

With a sigh, she stood up, nearly falling over when she did, and stumbled to the bathroom. Her honest intent was to simply wipe herself clean. Iridena felt more defeated than anything; she was an exhausted mess, and already knew that she’d get nothing done tomorrow, but at least that meant she would sleep most of the heat away-

-a new smell tingled at her nostrils. Only it wasn’t… no, it was that damned hippogryph musk, but heavily mingled with something else, something even more raw and sexual. Iridena hadn’t had many experiences with males, especially not unprotected, so the scent didn’t instantly reveal itself to her, but she foolishly followed her nose towards the laundry hamper anyway, too curious and oddly reinvigorated despite just internally lamenting her tiredness only moments ago.

The sight that greeted her was a pair of Seriky’s underwear, the black fabric stained with white. She certainly wasn’t too unfamiliar with male sexuality to figure out what that was, and before the heat-addled dragoness could stop herself, she was already reaching out to pick them up. Though a lot of the cum had dried in the few hours between Seriky pleasuring himself and Iridena getting up to clean herself, the boxers were still damp to the touch, and when wafted like this, the scent was eye-wateringly potent. Not as potent as it would be directly from the drake’s balls, no, but close, and when mixed with the smell of cum, it conjured deeply erotic fantasies of her son cumming, kickstarting that perverted, lust-brained part of her that wanted nothing more than to get on all fours and raise her tail where Seriky could see her, begging for his seed. Her hand, subconsciously, slipped down again, this time to brush over her own sex, which was still soaked and puffy.

She had to have a better whiff of that wonderful smell, but just as Iridena brought the boxers closer to her snout to let herself be engulfed in wet, warm, mindless bliss again, someone knocked on the bathroom door and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Mom, I need to pee,” came Tyne’s frustrated voice.

Iridena quickly hid the boxers and stiffly opened the door. She looked so nervous that she instantly knew Tyne noticed, but whatever she suspected, she didn’t communicate in more than a raised eyebrow, and asking her mother if she was alright.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry, love you,” Iridena told her in a nervous, tell-tale staccato as she left the bathroom, making for her bedroom with hurried steps. Thankfully, Tyne really did have to use the bathroom, and that saved her from any further questioning.

She closed the bedroom door behind herself, took a deep breath, and thanked the stars for saving her from another embarrassing and increasingly incestuous bout of masturbation, at least until she realized that she was still holding onto the crumpled-up boxers in her hand, and the green dragoness blushed so fiercely that her snout turned from emerald to something more like a rusty brown.

Had Tyne seen them? Was that why she had looked so concerned? She couldn’t bear to think about it. And yet, no matter how embarrassed she was, the dragoness was even more so as she realized she was already fantasizing of sniffing those damn boxers again.

But on some level, it was either that, or actually stick her nose into her son’s balls and sniff him directly from the source, and that would actually be incest instead of just dirty, perverted fantasies. So maybe it was the right thing to do. To just succumb. Catharsis, wasn’t it? She’d finally be able to clear her mind of all these fantasies and stop herself from seducing her son. That’d be an act she couldn’t take back.

Hadn’t she crossed the line already? Iridena refused to let that thought take room in her mind as she laid back in her bed, closed her eyes, and draped her son’s well-used boxers over her snout. Her whole body was trembling, but at least she knew that with the next breath, all her worries and all of her shame would disappear. She clung onto the moment for a little, holding her breath and tugging the damp, musky fabric more tightly over her nostrils, as if to ensure that she wouldn’t, couldn’t have any second thoughts. She needed this, needed to relive that sexual high of hippogryph musk no matter who it belonged to.

With a quiet little whimper, she breathed out the rest of the air in her lungs, and then inhaled, deeply, of the pheromone-soaked mess draped over her nose. Instantly, it was like liberation. A rush of relaxation that engulfed her entire body, washing over her in tingling, warm, soothing waves with each frenzied huff of the musk. Her pussy clenched. Her womb clenched. Any hopes of the towels keeping her bed dry were dashed as she came almost violently from the scent alone, outright squirting her arousal over the mattress, but she didn’t care. The musk left no space in her mind for doubts and worries, just as she had known it wouldn’t, and she floated, moaning out loud and insensate but for the thunderous pleasure in her twitching cunt.

There was only one thing missing from that depraved bliss, something that her conscious mind hadn’t yet considered, but all her body was screaming for. Iridena wanted to get knocked up so incredibly badly.

Just a few rooms over, Seriky was blissfully asleep, dreaming wholesome dreams that didn’t relate to the day’s events at all, before his sister rudely woke him up, pulling his consciousness back into the worries in real life.

“W-whuh,” was all he could muster, bleary-eyed, nearly rolling out of bed at the abrupt wake-up call. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. “-what is it?”

“I think mom is calling for you, or she was at least,” Tyne replied, her voice heavy with concern. “I dunno if she hurt herself or something.”

“Why me?” he asked, and then yesterday’s events all came flooding back to him. “Oh. Well, I guess we should check it out.”

He had a pretty good idea of what Iridena might be moaning about, but at the same time, he couldn’t risk leaving her if she really was hurt. The situation was so awkward that he could’ve cut the tension with a knife.

“She’s just in her bedroom. Come on, hurry up, what if she’s having a heart attack or something?” Tyne hurried him, and Seriky sighed as he got up, buck naked. Nudity didn’t matter if it was an emergency, and Tyne was only wearing a nightshirt and panties anyway, leaving her almost totally exposed.

The two of them rushed over to the master bedroom, now silent, and Tyne yanked the door open. As she did, Seriky found himself hoping that she had just been having a nightmare and that their mother was just fast asleep. Or maybe that she had been moaning in her sleep or something. Instead, what he saw basically made his mind blank out entirely. Iridena was on her back, feverishly fingering her pussy, knuckle-deep inside herself and a pair of boxers that Seriky recognized all too well wrapped over her slender muzzle. As her fertile scent washed over the pair, he could feel his self-control slipping, too.

“What’s happening? I mean… is she in heat, or…?” Tyne asked, her voice a breathy whisper as she understood perfectly well that Iridena definitely at least wasn’t in pain.

Fuck.

His cock throbbed, hard. Seriky knew as well as anyone that he had to resist, no matter how heat-struck and needy his mother was. He could’ve done anything, and she would’ve begged for it, and… and… why shouldn’t he? With each breath, he experienced the very masculine flipside of her attraction to his musk. A compelling ache in his loins and a pressure in his balls that cared little that the womb he was about to seed was so intimately related to him.

He took a few stiff steps forward, forgetting about his sister next to him, and grabbed Iridena by her ankles. Then, he yanked hard, pulling the dragoness over the edge of the bed, and next, grabbed her wrist to pull her fingers out of her dripping wet slit. A reflexive, compulsive thrust of his hips had the swollen flare of his cock bump against her soft mound, nudging against the very same pussy that laid his egg.

Last chance to back out, the weakened voice of reason whispered in the depths of Seriky’s cloudy mind, and he ignored it. Instead, he did the one thing that every other part of him – those primitive, carnal, needy parts that every living creature was driven by – and before he knew it, he thrust into his mother. In one smooth motion, he was buried to the hilt in her liquid, clenching heat, an involuntary moan escaping his lips as a quiver resonated through his entire form. It felt heavenly. Beautiful. Divine. Yes, it was wrong. It was incredibly dirty and wrong, but it felt like pure paradise.

It felt just as good for Iridena, but receiving all of her son in that sticky, lusty way, feeling his equine, knotted hardness fill him, was enough to briefly shock her back into reality. She laid there, frozen rather than begging, wide-eyed, adrenaline burning through the musk and affording her a few brief precious seconds of clarity to watch her son’s beautiful cock fill her pussy. Next to him, Tyne stood just as frozen in shock, as if struggling to believe what she was seeing. A rivulet of her own juices ran down the smooth scales of her inner thigh, through her panties.

But then, Seriky moved hips and properly began that instinctive mating-dance with the woman who had given him life. She couldn’t help but to quietly whimper his name in response, her brief attempt at resistance melting into nothingness as the flare of his incestuous yet amazing – and most importantly, unprotected – cock dug into every sensitive spot inside her at once.

She knew that she should’ve pushed him off. More than anything. She had to stop Seriky from breeding her. It wasn’t a thing mothers and sons were supposed to do. But she couldn’t stop him, no matter how hard she tried. The musk and the constant orgasms – her slippery pussy was practically milking her son in one constant, never-ending climax – left her completely defenseless. And slowly, those memories of Seriky’s father began to blend with him again, driving her towards inevitable surrender just like she had felt back then.

Seriky was on autopilot. He wasn’t thinking about what he was doing, anymore. All he really knew at all was that there was a warm, wonderfully feminine and receptive cunt clenching around his cock, begging for his seed, and that he had to breed its owner like the brood-hen that she was.

And Tyne, Tyne stood there, paralyzed, knowing that she should’ve said something and yet just as unable to take any action as the two lovers themselves were. Well, except for the fact that her fingers unwittingly brushed over her panties, and she found herself soaking wet, and so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her gasp and moan under her breath. It was mortifying, and yet she couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t stop staring at her brother breeding their mother like it was the most natural thing in the world, their hips wetly slapping together as he drove that breeding rod into her unprotected cunt again and again. She even still had his dirty boxers wrapped around her muzzle like some kind of boundlessly depraved slut.

All three of them were, to some degree, under the spell of the summer heat. Iridena had been turned into a ravenous brood-hungry slut by her son’s musk, and Seriky in turn by his mother’s heat and touch. And then there was Tyne, who was entranced by the display of wanton incestuous lust unfolding in front her. She watched as Seriky groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic. Both women knew exactly what that meant, neither could muster the willpower to stop him, and both felt, for whatever few emotions could pierce the smothering veil of lust, guilty about it.

Seriky would impregnate his mother and there was nothing any of the three could do about it.

Iridena felt him stiffen. Felt his cock swell even bigger inside her, in that sexy way that only equine cocks swelled, and his knot push against her folds. It pressed against her inner walls and folds, both at once, spreading her wider and making her moan in ecstasy, with every sweet clench soaking her son’s balls with her juices. And then, to the tune of a shuddering, possessive roar from Seriky, she felt it throb much faster, to an unmistakable and sexy rhythm. First, he throbbed, then with the next twitch of his cock, and every twitch and jerk after that, a pressured jet of heat tickled her cervix.

That was when the dragoness finally broke. Oh, she’d recover, eventually. But she broke just as she had when Seriky’s father had bred her, and moaned out her son’s name, a leg instinctively hooking behind his thrusting haunches to force his cock deeper into her, where hopefully not a single drop of his virile incestuous cum could escape.

The son, for his part, was barely aware of what he was doing at all. It was all instinct, autopilot, a mechanical climax that made his eyes water, but controlled entirely by masculine instincts as old as time. It didn’t matter that the hen on his cock was his mother. Every fiber of his being told him to empty his balls inside her, and empty his balls he did, to the very last drop, until those spurts and jets of seed slowed to a lazy dribble inside her.

What do I even say to him, Iridena thought, in some fuzzy, cloudy, and very floaty place as feminine satisfaction left her too limp to move a muscle. What could I possibly say?

It wasn’t that she regretted what happened. Her body was still singing along in the fading choir of near-heavenly joy. She just didn’t know how to deal with it, or where it would lead, but right then and there, she wouldn’t have traded the potent cum filling her for anything in the world.

Suddenly, Seriky pulled out, his cock giving one last heroic buck to coat Iridena’s flat belly and heavy breasts with even more cum. The sensation made her shudder, but little more than that. She didn’t have any strength left in her, not to react, nor to protest when her son tugged on her, repositioning her so that her head was hanging off the mattress. Her pleasure-slowed brain didn’t even register what was happening before she found herself staring right at his beautiful, musky cock, still wet with cum and her own juices, and smelling like heaven.

Only now did he pull off those dirty boxers off her snout, and she gasped for air, but in that moment he thrust that thick shaft into her open mouth, instantly coating her tongue with all the flavors of pleasure. Instinctively, she began to lick, tracing the edge of his flare and reaching all the way down to the swollen knot that he had, in his frenzied state, neglected to force into her pussy.

The taste set her tastebuds alight with a desire even more intense than the incestuous lust, and without being able to hold to the slippery slope of shameless, wanton depravity, Iridena found herself slipping back into the hazy, empty-headed bliss as she suckled on her son’s cock. It thrust all the way into her throat, as if her whole body was made only to please him, and those musky balls tapped against her nostrils with each thrust.

She was in heaven. At least until she happened to open one eye just enough to spot her daughter watching, the younger dragoness’ hand on her pussy in sympathetic needy arousal. A cold, jarring shiver shot through her, reminding her of exactly what she was doing. Never mind what she’d say to him, what could she ever do to explain all of this to Tyne? She was about to watch her brother ruin her mother.

Tyne was close, too. She couldn’t help herself, engulfed in the same sexual trance as she fingered herself, but her eyes were closed. Breathlessly, she approached her orgasm, not daring to make even a sound, so as to not remind her mother and brother that she was there. Just a few flicks more, a few more curled-finger thrusts into her soaked sex and she’d be there. Her legs trembled as she leaned towards a wall, watching her well-bred mother leaking cum as she sucked on her very own son’s cock.

Iridena tried to tap at Seriky’s thighs to make him stop, to at least make him take a little break so that Tyne wouldn’t have to see her utter dissolution. Not that she hadn’t already seen most of it; her pussy was still leaking cum. But then, uncaring or unnoticing, her son thrust all the way into her warm, welcoming maw; his knot, even, slipped behind her teeth and swelled. For a moment, Iridena almost panicked about being unable to breathe, but then, as she inhaled through her nostrils it was directly from her son’s musky hippogryph balls, and for the final time, she was gone, instantly, her moans muffled by Seriky’s cock as she watched Tyne reach her orgasm, nearly doubling over as her legs shook, wetness gushing from her clenching cunt around her thrusting fingers. All to the incestuous show of mother and son mating like mindless animals.

Too much. Far too much. She slipped into the comforting, blissful ecstasy that it’d take weeks – or a fully sated heat – to recover from. And until then she’d be nothing but her son’s broodhen.

He throbbed again, this time with the flared tip of his cock deep in her throat, and without any conscious input, she was forced to swallow every musky, steaming droplet of his cum, though to her shattered mind it might as well have been strawberries and champagne for how amazing everything felt, sinking into the mindless morass of boundless dissolute hedonism.

Once Seriky had finished spending himself down her mother’s throat, he nearly collapsed atop her. He pushed her back onto the bed, without any energy left for thought, and promptly fell asleep, facing her sperm-soaked slit and with his knot still keeping his cock in his mother’s muzzle, ensuring a night of erotic dreams, welcomed by them both. All worries could wait at least a full night.

Tyne left the room in a hurry the second her orgasm ebbed, though even as she stumbled out, her thoughts were haunted by images of the two incestuous lovers. What else could she do? She could barely process what she had just been forced to witness. She wasn’t so naïve as to not literally understand, but how could her mother and brother break such a taboo? What was wrong with them – and what was wrong with her, having been left so sticky and wet between her legs, as if her body was telling her that she wanted to participate in that depravity. Her orgasm hadn’t even helped. She still felt that gnawing desire inside her. But was it for her brother, or was it just a burning wildfire of unfocused lust caused by the plethora of erotic sights, scents, and sounds that she had witnessed?

Tyne hoped it was the latter, but picturing her brother’s cock suddenly made her shiver, despite the dragoness never having thought of her sibling as a sexual creature before.

By the time Seriky woke up, he had slipped out of Iridena’s mouth, but that didn’t mean that it was over. Things were different. His mother, though a little calmer, was still very much drunk on his musk, and she’d undoubtedly remain in that borderline drunk state for as long as the AC remained broken, and the weather remained hot. But she was at least more talkative now, even though she slurred her words, still deeply intoxicated by both his musk and the sating of her forced heat.

“You’re just as sexy as your father was. Did I ever tell you that story?” she crooned, nuzzling into his neck like an affectionate cat, seeking to breathe his scent.

She had, repeatedly. Well, not with all the dirty details that she spilled now that she had been temporarily relieved of all her inhibitions, and this lewd retelling that left Iridena happily nuzzling his balls again also told him something new about himself. He’d always known his musk had an arousing effect on others, but that it was this potent on those receptive to it… well, it’d force him to be a lot more responsible when college started again. His mother, as dirty as their lusty relationship was now, was one thing – she clearly wanted it, wanted to relive the night with his nameless father – but if this started to happen to his classmates, he’d have to do something about it.

“You’ll just have to be the head of the household,” Iridena whispered, her breath hot and her voice slurred, nose pressed against the scaly skin of her son’s heavy balls. “At least… at least until I’m…”

She drifted off again, taken by the blissful entrancing power of his scent. Well, it was another sudden influx of responsibilities, but not one that the young man didn’t feel that he could handle.

Of course, being the dominant patriarch of the family meant that he technically would have a claim on all of the women there – no, Seriky shook his head with a tired chuckle. He hadn’t gotten much sleep. But no, Tyne didn’t seem to be receptive to his musk, at least not as much as his mother was, and even then, he certainly wouldn’t force his beloved sibling into anything, least of all sex.

But being the head of the household did mean that he could, and that she could, if they wanted to, one day. And maybe Tyne did. She had watched every second of their mating, hadn’t she? The thought made Seriky blush despite how tired and spent he was feeling even after the few hours of sleep he had gotten between fucking more cum into his mother, enough of it that his balls ached emptily, and at this point he thankfully couldn’t even get fully hard. But that didn’t change the facts; even if he wasn’t going to be the head of the household, he’d have to talk to Tyne about last night’s events, even if it was just to clear the air.

Oh, the responsibilities just kept piling up, didn’t they? Seriky gave a pained groan, directed towards only himself, as he planned how to approach the topic with his sister, and thoroughly suppressing the stirrings of his cock at the thought.

Not that he’d mind being what was presumably her first.