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The AC still wasn’t fixed. It was getting ridiculous at this point. Staying inside felt like being trapped in a pressure cooker, and going outside did very little to ease that feeling. Tyne groaned, tossing and turning in bed. The brief respite of the night had barely cooled anything down, not even an iota. It just didn’t get cold enough to do anything to sap the oppressive heat. It was enough to drive even a dragoness crazy.

Tyne wished she had been born with red scales. Those guys never seemed to mind the heat. But no, she was green, which – while prettier – left her feeling like she was going to outright wilt, dry up, and maybe catch fire if the heat went on for much longer. She didn’t even know where her blanket was; it was entirely too hot to even imagine using it, which made her sleep worse, because Tyne very much liked the comfort of a blanket. Without it, the night just left her feeling naked. And that wasn’t helped by the fact that she was naked, because it was too hot for clothes, too.

Of course, she still had to wear clothes when outside of her room, because Seriky, her brother, and Iridena, her mother, were both right there. Ugh. She tried to will herself back to sleep to avoid having to think about that.

No, bad girl. Definitely bad girl. Don’t think about it. Don’t. Think. About. It.

What was it that she tried so hard to not think of? Well, there was the whole part where she’d watched Seriky breed Iridena. No, that wasn’t the right way to phrase it. It was too clinical and didn’t convey the full erotic horror of the situation. She had watched her brother breed her mother. And they’d both been moaning in absolute bliss throughout every goddamn second of it.

So, there was that. The worst part was that it’d gotten her turned on to watch, despite the rather obvious blood relations. She was still wet, down there, and while she would’ve usually just masturbated the stress and lust away, Tyne had a well-formulated policy in her head; she wasn’t going to rub herself to the memory of her mother and brother having sex. No sir, she was not.

So, there was that too, really.

Then there was one last thing. Seriky’s muskiness. Her brother’s muskiness. It was what’d broken Iridena down enough to make her fuck him, and it had that effect on her, too, though thankfully much weaker. It wasn’t until she’d caught her mother sniffing Seriky all over that she had made the connection between her increased horniness this summer – because it sure wasn’t the heat that made her horny – and the scent her half-hippogryph brother seemed to be oozing.

It was tolerable when the AC worked, but the guys who were supposed to fix that were backlogged to high heaven thanks to the unreasonably hot summer. AC units broke left, right, and center, and while the businesses that fixed them made a killing, they were shortstaffed to the point of workers having to take sick leave to get a breather. And that meant there was still… gods only knew how long until theirs would be fixed so that it could circulate the air inside at least a little bit, and make it cool enough that Seriky didn’t sweat constantly.

So yes, the musk. Apparently hippogryph musk was a potent aphrodisiac to male dragons. Almost exclusively males. And, it seemed, Tyne’s mother, who was just about spellbound by it to the degree that she was acting more like her son’s broodmare than his mother. And Tyne? Well, she didn’t feel it that strongly, but she did feel it now that she knew what she was looking out for; the tingling deep in her core each time she breathed it in, the world becoming a little more vivid and interesting, warm lusty thoughts forming like steam in her head and making it harder to think clearly. In other words, she had inherited that rare weakness, though thankfully it hadn’t manifested as intensely as it did in her mother.

Tyne rolled over and buried her face in her pillow, only to reconsider her actions as the pillow made it even harder to breathe. A somewhat cool morning breeze drifted in through her wide-open window, only to warm up just as it reached her. Oh, it was all suffering right now. Not exactly the way she had hoped to spend her summer vacation: constantly sweating, overheating, and having to struggle with that newly implanted urge to fuck her brother.

The dragoness had the distinct, dreadful feeling that if she were to get a deeper breath of Seriky’s musk, she’d react pretty much the same way her mother had. The worst part was that she didn’t really seem to mind. The thought, repulsive as it should’ve been, was instead a little appealing, as if her ovaries were whispering lies to her conscious mind. Well, either way; she wasn’t going to do it.

There was absolutely no way that she’d spread her legs or bend over and let her musky brother fuck her until her mind was broken and her body felt like jelly, exactly the way he had done to their mother. Absolutely no way.

I don’t care how wet you get either. No. Way, she repeated to her pussy, as much as it begged her to touch it. Then again, you could take the edge off pretty quickly if you wanted to. Just think of some sexy celebrity breeding you instead, right?

Well, it was an idea, but it also felt like an excuse, a contrivance to allow herself to do the thing she was trying not to do, like the allure of snacks when on a diet. Sigh. Well, with the sun starting to peek over the horizon and painting her room golden with its earliest rays – that would very quickly bring insufferable warmth into the already sauna-like house, there was nothing to do but get the day started.

With a groan, Tyne peeled herself from her comfortable, if a little moist bed, standing naked in front of the window to take in whatever brief cooling it could offer. She didn’t even care if any neighbors saw her. This moment was hers and hers alone, and she would take every opportunity to cool herself down, even if everyone in the world was staring at her naked form. It wasn’t as if she had anything to be ashamed of. She was an attractive dragoness of a brilliant emerald complexion, slender but with just a little bit of curves in the right places. Not quite the fertility goddess her mother was, but certainly no less pleasant to look at.

So, let them stare. As long as your brother’s not one of the people staring, anyway. That was where she drew the line. Everyone else could feast their eyes on her desperation. Seriky could not.

Besides, the young drake was probably busy pounding Iridena senseless again. They’d just learned to be a little quieter about it so as to not bother her – or those aforementioned neighbors – too much. So that would’ve made it a little better, if not for the very vivid, burnt-in memory of seeing them go for it so eagerly that night, the memory that now teased and tormented her along with Seriky’s more and more noticeable hippogryph seduction-musk.

Guess you probably need a shower before you’re just as stinky, Tyne told herself, and reluctantly turned away from the window and picked up her clothes for the day. Not that her scent had any magic mind control powers like her brother’s apparently did. Except when she was in heat, anyway, so maybe this was how males felt when they smelled that.

Ah, well. She walked past the master bedroom – naked, because nobody was here to see her – where the bed was creaking as usual. If the AC didn’t get fixed soon, they’d have to buy a new bed, Tyne thought, almost scaring herself with how numb to it all she was beginning to get. Yeah, her mother and brother fucked, so what? It was so constant that if it wasn’t for the tingles of lust it inspired inside her, it’d be totally meaningless by now.

She slipped into the shower, placed her clothes on top of the washing machine, and stepped in, letting the white noise of the water wash the world away. Or well, drown it out, anyway. Life sure had a way of throwing curveballs at you, didn’t it? Tyne faced the showerhead and let the somewhat cool water cascade over her face and breasts. It felt like a lover’s caress. No, it felt better. Every little half-degree of heat that was sapped from her body made her feel a little more alive, a little more clear-headed. With the scents also washed away by the flowing water, so were all those silly half-wanted fantasies of submitting to her brother.

Fuck’s sake, he hasn’t even tried anything yet. It was as if Seriky had no interest in fucking her unless she initiated. Which was just fine by her. It’d save her from a clutch of incestuous eggs later, and those were always bothersome to explain, even if dragon-whelps did mature quickly.

Just as she was starting to relax beneath the water, someone else opened the bathroom door.

“Hey! I’m showering!” Tyne squeaked, and though she had expected Seriky, it was her mother’s voice that responded.

“That’s alright, we’re both dragonesses and all,” she replied, with an audible smirk in her voice. And then, she stepped into glass-walled shower. Iridena still had that pleasure-glazed expression in her eyes, the one that revealed that she was still deep under her son’s unwitting – but perhaps not unwelcome – spell.

“Mom! God, can’t I have some privacy here at least?” she squeaked at the sight of her naked mother barging in. She still smelled like sex too, though the running water at least took the edge off.

“Nope! I mean, we’re all comfortable with each other here, aren’t we?” she smiled, and then placed a hand on Tyne’s shoulder. “Though I would love to see you and your brother be a little more friendly again.”

This is going to get weird quick.

“Yeah, mom, it’s just kind of hard when he’s fucking our mother. It makes it weird,” Tyne snapped, just as Iridena squeezed her shoulder.

“Aw, but he’s great. Makes for a perfect new head of the household,” the dragoness smiled, meaning every word she said. Maybe she’d snap out of it once her heat was fully over and the AC fixed, or so Tyne at least hoped. “You should really try him out.”

With that, her other hand came to rest on Tyne’s flat belly. Then it dipped a bit lower, until it brushed over her inner thighs.

“Mooom,” Tyne whined. “Can we like, not do this-“

Iridena pressed her palm against her daughter’s mound and squeezed, pressing down firmly, ensuring that her palm also rubbed against Tyne’s clit. The younger dragoness gave a squeak of unwanted pleasure and shivered against her mother’s knowing touch.

“-I’m really not into him, or you, I mean I love you both but o-oooh, fuck,” she groaned.

“Language, young lady,” her mother whispered, this time with a much naughtier smile. It really did seem like her mind had somehow just shattered, and reformed into something much hornier than Tyne could remember her ever being before. That horny side was in full control as she kneaded against the younger female’s clit more firmly, sensually tracing little circles around with the softest part of herself. Her fingers danced over those slick, ever so sensitive genital lips, tugging, pulling, and stroking.

“F-fuck, mom, what- I’m not going to-“ Tyne stuttered.

“You should, though. Give him a proper chance, daughter,” Iridena coaxed her. “He’s amazing. You just need to really take in that scent of his.”

Her mother kept rubbing incessantly. And then her finger slipped inside Tyne’s tight, wet slit. She clenched around it, once more entirely against her will, but gods, it felt amazing. Amazingly wrong too, certainly; being fingered by her mother hadn’t been on her to-do list that summer morning, but at the same time there was no denying that she was very good at it.

Probably from a lifetime of masturbating, just like most people. Only Iridena was some twenty years ahead of her daughter in skill, and she used that skill to make Tyne melt around her fingers, leaving her sex leaking eagerly and her knees wobbly enough that the older dragoness pushed her daughter against a wall to help steady her.

“I promise, he really is amazing. And it just makes you stop worrying about it, if you just surrender. Wouldn’t that be great? It’s so… liberating,” Iridena crooned.

“Mom! Gods, I don’t want to-” she squeaked, and just then, her mother curled her scaly finger inside her. It pressed against something that felt warm and squishy, and Tyne almost fell over, gasping for air.

“That’s your g-spot, honey. And Seriky’s cock will rub that nicely too,” she smiled. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she pulled her digits out of Tyne’s pussy, only to turn her around and sink to her knees.

Seeing her mother kneel between her legs was almost enough to snap Tyne out of the pleasurable haze that her mind had been engulfed by. Almost. The older dragoness winked, with the mischievous energy of someone twenty years younger, and before Tyne had any chance to protest, she pressed her lips against her daughter’s cunt.

Iridena’s strong, nible tongue forced it is way into her clutching sex, while she managed to let her wet lips rub over her clit. And then, suction. Iridena opened her mouth wide enough to engulf just about all of her. Tyne moaned and squirmed, hips twitching and legs trembling as she desperately tried to find any sort of friction on the slick bathroom tiles to keep herself from falling over.

Iridena ate her own daughter out, holding the younger dragoness up as she thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into that soaked heat between Tyne’s legs, while kneading what felt like every part of her pussy at once. Lips against clit, muscular tongue prodding against her secret pleasure-spot, and her hot breath caressing the sensitive folds themselves.

Between the intense taboo appeal of the act and, well, what could best be described as her mother’s surprising skill at cunnilingus, Tyne reached her climax quickly.

“Nngh- mom!” she squealed as she went over the edge, her inner muscles clenching hard around Iridena’s tongue, milking it as if it were a cock her body was trying to make seed her. Like Seriky’s cock.

In the throes of orgasm, the fantasies came unbidden. The erotic half-light images of herself under her studly, masculine brother, all rushing in while she was powerless to fight them, following what her mother had said earlier, before her mouth was on her pussy lapping up every drop of her orgasming climax-flood.

She slid down along the bathroom wall until she was in a sitting position. Iridena followed the motion, refusing to let her mouth leave the sweet heat of her draconic daughter’s slit before she was all the way down, and those pleasured contractions became mere weak twitches, fading entirely a few moments later and leaving only the aftershocks, half real and half imagined pleasure echoing through Tyne’s body and leaving her feeling like she had no muscles at all. Like her entire body consisted only of pleasure and bliss.

“So how about it? Want to play with him, too? It’s not a bad thing just because you’re related, is it?” Iridena grinned at the dazed Tyne, licking her lips demonstratively to evidently show just how much she loved her daughter’s taste.

“N-no-oh, I’m not going to, mom, just what the hell,” Tyne wheezed. Her vision still felt blurry and full of bright little spots from moaning all the air in her lungs out earlier. “Why is t-t-this so important to you?”

“I just think it’d be good for the family,” Iridena replied with a broad smile. “One head… and two eager dragonesses for him to play with.”

Well, Tyne disagreed, as amazing as the impromptu licking she had gotten was. In fact, it had been so good that her sex still ached pleasantly, like a muscle massaged to loosen up tension, and her mind felt much the same. Loose and receptive.

What that meant was that she had to get out of the house before she did something she’d really end up regretting, for far longer than simply allowing her mother to eat her to an orgasm. She quickly excused herself. Iridena smirked but didn’t try to stop her as she toweled herself dry, got dressed, and then left. It was time for some introspection, maybe while hanging out with friends and trying to figure out what a normal family would do in a situation like this.

Not that there would be any easy answer, she knew that. Most families didn’t have a musky hippogryph and a broken AC unit at the same time. But maybe they’d know something about, well, familial attraction was what Tyne decided to label it in her head, to avoid having to think about implications for the moment. A café would be a sufficiently safe space, and as a bonus, she could get some pastries. Maybe a pie to split with her friends. Or a Yorkshire pudding.

Not long after that, she was sitting in the air-conditioned bliss of the best café in town, at least if one trusted her friends rather than the general reviews the place got, with Tyne slowly eating a pie, tiny forkful by tiny forkful, while looking at the couple of friends who had agreed to come have a chat.

“So, yeah. This is kinda awkward,” Tyne began. “But have any of you like… had family members be attracted to you? What would you do if like, your brother wanted to fuck you?”

Sandy, the jackal, glanced at her with a questioning look. But Amanda, a weasel – a species coincidentally known for more incestuous traditions than most – smiled.

“Yeah. I actually lost my virginity to my brother! Not that we ended up together or anything, haha,” she giggled, before stuffing another piece of pie into her own mouth. “Mmh, really, I don’t get why people don’t like it.”

“Probably the whole inbreeding thing,” Sandy scoffed.

“Yeah, but like, just put a condom on ‘em,” Amanda countered.

Tyne blushed, thankfully unseen beneath her scales, at the thought of Amanda with her brother, who was – from what the dragoness remembered – a fairly attractive, muscular weasel like herself. But yes, somehow, she doubted that Seriky would be willing to wear a condom. So, there was that.

“How’d it feel?” she asked.

“Well, he’s cute and all, but back when we tried it, he was kind of a virgin too. So, he came like, immediately,” Amanda continued. She’d never had much of a filter. “Then we did it a few more times until I came too, and it was nice and all, kinda sexy taboo stuff, but we never really ended up doing it again after that.”

“Why not?” Tyne prodded.

“Well, I guess because you’re not supposed to. And the hotness of breaking a taboo goes away once you do it the first time,” Amanda mused.

That was not what Tyne had wanted to hear, because it gave her another excuse. Another justification. Something that her horny subconscious could use to trick her into letting Seriky fuck her. If it was just the allure of forbidden fruit, and if the appeal went away after the first time, there would be no problem, was there?

Was there?

Tyne quickly realized that she was on her last piece of pie. Both of her friends were staring at her expectantly, as if expecting the dragoness to reveal some cosmic truth or share some intimate secret.

“N-no, just a hypothetical!” she squeaked. “It was in a this show I was watching on Interflix!”

Thankfully, neither friend cared enough to ask for a name. They probably assumed it was that new one about fantasy dragons fighting for the right to sit on the throne.

Which was a lot like an epic, fantastical variant of what was happening to Tyne and her family, wasn’t it? Only Seriky had nobody to fight. He just had to claim the family’s two females and he’d automatically be the head of the household. Hell, in most meaningful ways, he already was. Him as the head, Iridena as his consort, and right now, Tyne as the odd one out. Their mutual adult “child”.

Tyne tried to refocus on the conversation, but it turned out that beyond the most trivial matters, none of them really had too much to say. The pie had been delicious, but there was none left, and that meant it was time to go back home with another dangerous notion bouncing around in her head. At least this time, Tyne would be prepared and pay more attention to just what her brother’s hippogryph musk really did to her.

She said goodbye to her friends, feeling like she was a soldier returning to the front after a few blissful days off, and then made her way back home. It was already afternoon, and even the air outside was sweltering hot. Tyne lingered outside of her home for a little while, walking around the house to seek some refuge in the shade behind it, but without much success.

You could just do what your mom wants. Or what you want, honey.

Tyne was immensely frustrated at just how similar her inner voice and Iridena sounded at that moment. As if she was really becoming her mother.

I mean if you just fuck once, you’ll get over it, right?

No, that was for a normal person, not including Seriky’s musk, Tyne reminded herself. Yet, what choice did she have but to return inside and simply outlast the temptations?

She opened the door and stepped back into the house, which was still as hot as a sauna. And in the air, that slowly mind-warping scent lingered, like lust itself turned into a fragrance. Upstairs, she could hear a bed creaking, as was the case most hours of the day now.

But what if she, the sneaky voice at the back of her head whispered, just went in there, enjoyed the show, masturbated to clear her mind up, and then went about her day with the post-orgasmic clarity it offered?

Previously the whole notion of finding sexual release to the sight of her mother and brother had been beyond the pale, but perhaps, Tyne reasoned, it’d be better than risking actually ending up getting fucked by him? Especially unprotected.

The argument seemed convincing even if it perhaps wasn’t, in any literal sense. But at that point Tyne was already enthralled enough by the needy glow in her loins to resist such a harmless plan for relief. She snuck upstairs, stepping as softly as she could so as to not make the stairs creak. Not that she thought Seriky and Iridena could hear anything with how loudly they were fucking, anyway.

Slowly, slowly, Tyne opened the bedroom door, and caught her mother and brother merrily humping away as expected. She was on her back, and he between her legs, hips moving at a breakneck speed and undoubtedly racing towards another climax. Her front was soaked with cum again despite her earlier shower, and the air reeked of both her heat and the dizzying hippogryph pheromones that seemed to only grow stronger the more of a dominant role Seriky assumed.

This must’ve been one of the last days of Iridena’s heat, Tyne thought. With them fucking like rabbits, there was no doubt that she was already pregnant. Her body just had to realize it.

Her thoughts drifted to how it might feel to be pregnant, just like her hand drifted slowly into her jeans to rub herself. She gasped quietly at just how wet she was getting, but watching the two go for it really did get to her. A little tweak of her clit nearly sent her into paroxysms.

Fine. Just do it quick. Fantasize if you gotta.

Tyne did just that, having given herself permission. Her claws dug into the wall as her free had frantically rubbed her clit, and the young dragoness fantasized about being in her mother’s place. It was alright. It was only a fantasy, not real life. In real life, she would never surrender to that wonderful scent and spread her legs so that her brother could pump her full of his seed and knock her right up just like he had done to their mother. Not even a little chance of feeling his cock throb inside her while her legs and pussy both squeezed him so tightly that he could never pull out even if he wanted to-

-f-fuck!

Tyne bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as the first clench of her orgasm left her pussy squeezing around her fingers just as it would around Seriky’s cock, milking – begging – him for his cum and everything that letting a virile male cum inside you wrought. Pregnancy, certainly, and in their case… probably submission, too. She’d be his second breeding hen. Oh, gods, she could feel her juices dribbling hotly down her legs. Her body really wanted it.

She managed to stay quiet until that trembling orgasm ended. Barely. Tyne quickly pulled her hand out of her open jeans and left, as if she’d never been there at all, but of course, just like with her mother and brother, her scent would linger in the air with no air conditioning to circulate it away.

At least, though, she felt better, her mind a little clearer as she snuck back downstairs to sit on the big downstairs sofa and just watch something, though she notably wasn’t clear-headed enough to remember to pull her pants back up and wipe her soaked sex dry, meaning that her pussy was left in open view. Still, if things continued like this, she’d probably be fine. She just had to outlast the heatwave, and maybe the broken AC unit. Then it’d all be okay, and all they’d have to deal with was her mother’s new clutch of eggs.

The sofa welcomed her with all the softness it could muster. The heat was starting to get to her again, maybe more so now that she had taken the edge off. It gave everything a surreal edge, like she couldn’t quite breathe and maybe didn’t need to. Between it and the post-orgasmic glow, the world seemed like a blurry old monitor with the saturation cranked as high as it’d go.

Tyne sat there, comfortably numb and dazed in the TV glow. She flicked through the channels, which felt delightfully retro. Why was she even watching television? It felt, somehow, like the right thing to do on an afternoon when no brain activity could be mustered, even more so than idling by a computer.

She sat there, mostly unaware of time passing. The programming changed from afternoon to evening, though, and with that, the soap opera that had been running was over and replaced by something quite a bit hornier. One softcore thriller or another with lurid sex scenes.

Just then, her mother and brother both came into the living room. She laid down on the couch, he got on top of her, and without more than smile and a nod to acknowledge that Tyne was there, they began to fuck again. Just like that. Just like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Tyne was left staring. She tried to focus on the TV, but how could she really? Slowly her attention drifted to the two other dragons again. What was the point of a sex scene on television when she had one unfolding right next to her?

Her head felt so thick. The orgasmic clarity had been entirely drowned out by the heat and Seriky’s damned scent.

At least he was having fun. As Tyne watched, Seriky’s cock slipped deep into Iridena’s pussy again, ridge by ridge briefly spreading her lips as it went. She moaned happily and shivered with obvious pleasure, and that was before he started thrusting into her cum-sullied depths.

“Aren’t you guys done yet?” Tyne whined. “I mean… for real? She has to be pregnant by now.”

With them both this close, the scent was overpowering, which the young dragoness realized immediately as she breathed in after airing her unacknowledged complaint. It was over her like a tidal wave, instantly firing up all the arousal that she had just managed to extinguish, like pouring gasoline over embers. This time it was so intense that it made her head spin, as if she’d been sensitized to it over the last few days.

Her eyes were drawn, inevitably, to Seriky’s heavy balls and the way they slapped against their mother’s ass with every thrust. That was probably where the musk was the strongest, if she understood male bodies correctly. And she was so close.

The responsible thing would’ve been to move, but Tyne was transfixed, spellbound. She, instead, crept a little closer, ignoring the warning sirens going off somewhere in the foggy landscape of her mind. She felt tempted to get just a little closer, to get a better view of them both. They weren’t aware of her anyway.

The entire sofa shook under the force of Seriky’s thrusts. He really did look studly and virile in the most beautiful, masculine ways, hammering his cock deep into his mother. It was more than enough to spark similar forbidden desires in the younger dragoness, who, drawn in by his scent, approached his balls like a moth to a flame. Slowly, carefully, and gingerly, of which none would do her any good once the flame burned her.

She didn’t plan on getting too close, of course. But she wanted to see those balls and her brother’s cock both twitch and throb as he seeded Iridena once again. Up this close, Tyne was quickly left growing wet again as she watched the beautiful, erotic display.

If incest was wrong, why did it look so nice? Why did Seriky’s cock fit perfectly into the very same pussy that had laid his egg all those years ago? Did their bodies just not care, or was it meant to be?

Tyne reached down and between her legs to touch her own sex. A finger once again pushed in, mimicking the rhythm of her brother’s thumping thrusts, knuckle-deep into her fertile wetness. She realized, with some embarrassment, that she hadn’t even pulled her pants all the way up after her earlier masturbation. But then, neither Seriky nor Iridena seemed to wear clothes at all anymore.

She was quickly distracted enough by those thoughts that she didn’t notice Iridena’s tail snaking up and around her. She didn’t even notice its weight on her, nor how it coiled around her neck. Not before her mother suddenly yanked her closer, so close that her nose bumped against Seriky’s balls. Immediately, she tried to pull away, but the older dragoness was far stronger than her.

“Mom! Let me go!” she squeaked, her lust temporarily interrupted by the rush of adrenaline as she realized her nose was actually touching Seriky’s musky, heavy balls. She could feel them tightening as he prepared to unleash another healthy load of seed into his mother’s welcoming sex.

She stopped talking and focused on holding her breath instead. Seriky chuckled, feeling his sister’s snout against his balls, but he didn’t say anything. It was her mother who did, once again, and it was to tempt her.

“Come on, honey. Just take a deep breath. You’ll feel so much better, and besides, you need a good stud to keep you pregnant anyway,” she goaded her, with little whimpers and moans separating every few words from each other.

She’s dead set on it. She’s not gonna let go.

Just do it, break the taboo.

She didn’t want to. No matter how tingly and soaked her draconic cunt got. Just being held like this was enough to have her glaze the sofa with her lust. But the musky scent was already sneaking into her nostrils, tickling at the outermost olfactory nerves of her nose and teasing her with what could be. Maybe her mind breaking. Maybe she’d be able to resist still. Tyne didn’t know. At some point she’d reach a breaking point, after which nothing of her resistance would remain. She’d accept her brother as her breeder, her stud. And that’d be that.

Would it even be her at that point, or just a dragoness who looked exactly the same? The question burned just like her lungs did as she fought the urge to breathe.

But then, she felt Seriky’s cock twitch. Her nose was pressed so tightly against his sack that she could’ve sworn she felt the cum rush down his urethra, behind his balls, and down that dangerous breeding rod that’d bred their mother and that’d so easily saddle her with the same, pregnant fate. Then that cum erupted into Iridena’s squeezing pussy, only to immediately be forced out again because of how much her brother produced, supercharged by their mother’s ebbing heat.

What that meant, with her nose propping up his balls, was that the overflow splashed over Tyne’s snout. She gasped as she was suddenly soaked in their mixed fluids, but not out of any kind of disgust. It felt sexy, in a weird way. The sensation, though, startled her enough that Tyne reflexively breathed in, inhaling a whole lungful of Seriky’s musk.

The world was instantly aswirl with colors. It was almost like a high, and Iridena, giggling as she heard her daughter’s reaction, released her from the strangling grip of her tail, leaving Tyne to stumble backwards on the sofa, coughing.

Instantly, a few things happened, other than the world appearing much more saturated and softer. All tension left her muscles. Tyne felt like she was melting into the couch. And then, she came, hard, squirting over the already messy sofa in the throes of shameless ecstasy brought upon her by the scent. For males, being exposed to that much hippogryph did cause them to orgasm, but for a reason: so that they could later be transformed. For Tyne, there was nothing to transform, but ultimately, the reaction was still the same: she came, and she came so hard that she nearly lost consciousness and almost pulled several muscles as seemingly every inch of her burned with pleasure with each wave of her climax.

The other thing that happened? It was like the pleasure – and scent, of course – knocked some piece of her mind loose, and grab for it as she might, she had already forgotten what it was. As her orgasm ebbed, she licked her lips, tasting the potent mess of fluids she’d been soaked with. It tasted sexy, too. She giggled, spreading her legs a little wider as she idly fondled her drenched slit, waiting for her turn with Seriky. Her mother had been hogging the young stud all to herself, and Tyne wanted to enjoy that thick, incestuous cock too.

It’d take him a while to recover, of course. Ah, well. Tyne smeared some of the cum from her snout over the tender lips of fertile pussy, rubbing the slick mess in and enjoying how it made her whole body tingle as she waited. The musk had washed away all the instinctive repulsion of fucking her brother; now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Of course she’d let him fuck her. He was a handsome male, and she really needed some cock. She was soaking wet, after all.

Well, Seriky didn’t have the stamina to service her right then and there, not after he just barely managed to pull out of Iridena’s well-used pussy before collapsing onto the sofa.

“But just wait until… until evening,” he panted. “I think mom should be set for like, a year.”

“Mm,” Tyne purred. It didn’t feel like she had changed, but there was a distinct change in behavior, nonetheless. She reached to run her fingers along her brother’s slippery shaft, so eagerly that she actually made him squeak out in disbelief.

Seriky wasn’t used to how strong his musk was. Tyne had gone from slightly tempted to openly admiring his cock, and it was certainly a heady rush of power that he had to learn to handle, if he wanted to remain functional. But he let Tyne keep touching him, and then herself, all the while Iridena laid on the couch with her head lolling off the edge, just about unconscious in the afterglow of breeding bliss.

Seriky told Tyne to wait for him upstairs that night, with her legs spread, and she could have all the eggs she wanted. The words, somehow much weightier and more meaningful than usual, felt like they sunk deep into her head, deciding what to do in her place. If he wanted to fill her with eggs, then she wanted his eggs. No thought of declining such a beautifully generous offer ever occurred to her. No dragoness should ever decline a seeding, after all. Especially not one from her beloved brother!

Thus, later that day, a few hours into what well-adjusted people would call the night, with the house still as hot as ever, she was eagerly waiting for him on her bed. The heat had stopped bothering her, and the world around her simply felt pleasant. Her fingers teased at her entrance, wondering how it’d feel to finally be bred. She was about the right age for it, for a dragon. Just having reached adulthood. Tyne had never fantasized about being pregnant or laying eggs before, but her brother’s musk had sparked a new desire somewhere deep inside her belly. A want, a need to feel herself grow fat with new life.

Thus, when Seriky entered the room, his beautiful life-giving and belly-swelling cock already rock hard and bobbing rather suggestively with each step, she eagerly spread her legs a little wider yet. He didn’t really bother saying anything. Not yet. Instead, he climbed into bed with her and let his ridged cock rest just against that most fertile part of his sister for a moment. To her, his hardness felt like wildfire that quickly drove her mad with desire just softly sawing over her clit.

“Gods, get me pregnant already, squirt some eggs into me,” she whined.

“It doesn’t bother you that you’re only saying that because of my scent?” Seriky asked, with a grin that was half mean and half full of brotherly love.

And the truth was that she didn’t care. Not then and there, at least. Instead, Tyne wrenched her hips upward, letting Seriky’s bare, leaking tip slip along her lips until it was poised just at her entrance.

“As long as you’re sure,” Seriky murmured happily, and then, with a reciprocative push of his own hips, slid his cock deep into his sister’s pussy while also embracing her in a rather intimate hug. He did still love her, after all. Hell, maybe he loved her more now.

The sensation was incredible. As if her entire body melted and reformed around her brother’s incestuous cock. As if her entire being was restructured for his pleasure, and it felt amazing. Her body all but devoured him, glutted on his stiffness, and combined with the musk heightening all of her senses – especially all the ones related to pleasure – simply feeling him enter her reduced the proud young dragoness into a whimpering, blabbering mess.

He pushed deeper. For a brief moment, Tyne felt like she had a kind of messy, carnal clarity into just how perverted and hedonistic the situation really was. She was letting her brother fuck her, and without a condom even. That was basically a guarantee; she’d get pregnant with his clutch for sure.

But then, she wanted it, didn’t she? She pressed her nose against her brother’s neck and breathed in again. The scent wasn’t as strong as on his balls, but it was there, and it was enough to make her clench around his shaft hungrily. Yes, she did want this. Her tail coiled around Seriky’s haunches and squeezed, encouraging him to start thrusting, to begin that mating-dance that’d inevitably lead to insemination and fertilization, with neither of their bodies caring even a little about whether they were related or not. Her body would gladly drink up his seed, and his sperm would still find her eggs.

So, she gave in fully. Their mating was almost lazy. For how much he had been drained recently, Seriky had no real interest in rushing anything. Oh no; he relaxed, casually dipping his shaft back into his fertile sister. Yes, it felt wonderful, but she wasn’t going anywhere, and he intended to go for a while to save up the kind of load that’d ensure her pregnancy. Just in case the dragoness might change her mind in the future.

A few thrusts later, he pulled out and pushed Tyne over onto her side, quickly taking up position behind her and sliding back into her unresisting depths, this time with both hands on her breasts, squeezing and caressing as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. Tyne groaned; that brief moment of emptiness had felt awful, but now she could once again relax and let her brother have his way with her.

The tension was already growing, from mere tingles to something much more overwhelming. It was hot. This was clearly how it was meant to be. Her and her brother together as mates rather than mere siblings. She clenched a little harder around Seriky’s cock, that simple contraction conveying the deep new need to carry his clutch. She was already rocking back and forth without thinking, their scaly bodies a sweaty, musky mess even during this very first mating.

Tyne felt him throb, the ridges on his shaft flaring just enough to dig into her inner walls and stimulate her further. In response, she let out a shrill little moan, and then promptly blushed as she realized she was being loud enough that Iridena had assuredly heard her. But that brief embarrassment was quickly replaced by a surprising pride. Hers physical resistance had broken much earlier, but now, something deeper slipped out of place – or perhaps into place. She moaned again, shamelessly and at the top of her lungs, thrusting back against her brother.

She had nothing to be ashamed of. She was proud to be her brother’s mate, his breeding hen! She wanted everything her brother was about to give her. All of it! Tyne felt nothing but twisted pride and growing, wildfire-like lust that somehow left her both trembling in anticipatory pleasure and limp in her brother’s arms, at least until his hand slipped down to rub her folds around where his cock spread them open.

“Ready for a bellyful of eggs?” he whisper-murmured, his voice raw and deep, but still carrying that obvious playful tone.

Tyne began to reply, but she didn’t really manage to fully form her response. It came out as a sound beginning with a y. And then, it was only a breathless moan as her body seized with pleasure of an intensity so high that she couldn’t control any part of herself, every muscle tensing and relaxing to the rhythm set by her fertile, needy cunt squeezing and clenching around Seriky’s shaft, in a final show of surrender. She would milk him dry.

The feeling only grew even stronger, to the point that Tyne was uncontrollably twitching and whimpering as the pleasure-spasms squeezed the breath out of her lungs, so intense that she felt almost weightless.

And then, Seriky throbbed hard inside her. This was the first time she had ever had bare sex with anyone. She had given that privilege to her brother alone, Tyne realized, even though the wildfire glow of orgasm. That first throb was quickly followed by several more in rapid succession, and Seriky’s arms tightened around her as he held himself deep in her most feminine comforts, still but for the quick twitches and jerks of his shaft inside her, and grunting with each one.

Each of those throbs was also followed by a tickling heat inside her, somewhere in her lower belly, as Seriky’s potent seed splattered over her cervix and quickly soaked deeper yet, where it belonged inside her. It was such a dizzying, breathtaking sensation to truly surrender to it all, to realized and embrace that each splash of heat could be the one that knocked her up, either now or later, and that she was letting it happen. No, not letting it happen, desperately begging for it! From her brother.

Finally, in that shuddering moment, she knew exactly why Iridena was so smitten with Seriky’s sudden studly prowess. She was, too. And as her orgasm finally ebbed even while her brother’s cock kept twitching inside her idly, slowly filling her with even more weakening spurts and dribbles of incestuous, virile seed, she felt happy. This was how it was meant to be.

It didn’t end there, of course. They remained in bed together throughout most of the night, with Seriky’s cock still buried inside her, either casually sliding in and out in pursuit of another orgasm, or lazily pulsing more belly-swelling cum into her pussy. Tyne lost track of how many times she had cum by the time her brother finally, at some point in the early morning hours, pulled out in order to let the both of them get some rest, and rolled onto his back.

Tyne laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, with her brother’s cum oozing from her well-used pussy. She wasn’t sure if she was in heat yet, but then, did it matter? It wasn’t as if she was going to say no to letting Seriky fill her until she was pregnant either way. It just felt too good to resist. Being her brother’s mate was kind of hot. Maybe she’d remember why she wasn’t supposed to like it later, but for now, Tyne was perfectly content with simply letting Seriky use her receptive pussy as many times as he felt like, or at least until the inevitable happened.

The new family dynamics were interesting. Seriky had in fact stepped up as the head of the household, despite his relative youth. Having two dragonesses to care for kind of forced one to, but at the same time, it was worth every bit of effort, too. Tyne didn’t find herself fundamentally changed; she wasn’t submissive as much as she was constantly horny for her brother, enough so that she was willing to submit – and to forego other responsibilities in favor of having her brother’s clutch.

The grand irony of it all was that after the first time Tyne received her brother’s cum into her eager womb, the very next day in fact, the household got a call from the repair people who had been supposed to fix the unit. They’d be available to do so in just a few days, it appeared, which Seriky thought was hilarious. But now, it’d surely be too late to reverse their somewhat warped dynamics – and so, Seriky didn’t bother telling the dragonesses about it just yet, just in case the promise of cooler air cleared up Tyne’s head a little.

She’d find out soon enough anyhow. And that meant another delightful few days of unprotected sex and breeding his sister, more than likely enough time ensure that the dragoness was pregnant, just like their mother. Then he might give her a breather, see if she was happy with what they had going for them. It certainly seemed like his mother would be, with how eager she was to keep fucking even now that her belly had begun to swell with eggs.

Life as the head of the household was good, Seriky mused, enjoying the feeling of his cock stiffening and the luxury of pondering which dragoness to slide it into next.