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Isik and the Komodo Dragons

Isik is starting to adapt to his new life… With a lot of sex and partners!

Isik grunted.

Again, his heat struck him. Only one day without bearing any egg, and already he was plagued by that heat coursing through his asshole, his legs, his cock, his spine. It was like someone had injected lava or molten metal in his veins and let it seep everywhere.

It was a painful presence that reminded him of what his duties were, forcing him to follow the role he had been given.

Eslan.

Eslan.

Eslan.

That name, they kept repeating it, even when he tried to tell them to call him Isik. And tonight was no different. Not as he had his jaws nearly snapped open and forced to suck on Rehu’s cocktip, his tongue playing with that black-coal shaft. Underneath his tongue, the cock throbbed and seemed to beg for attention as it spurted back precum… The liquid was thick, comparable to jelly. But gulping it down revealed an intense salty and slightly fishy flavor that, somehow, didn’t deter the Feline.

No, he continued swallowing it while suckling on the tip. It was the best he could do without breaking his jaws for the moment… Even with Rehu. Rehu, who seemed… Even bigger than before.

His testicles had reached honeydew melon sized, but they were slowly marching towards the size of watermelon. As for his cock, well… It was a whole arm for Isik. No, not like his dry muscular limb, but closer to someone who had been pumping iron all day. And the length? Taking it in his backside was… Akin to being hit in the back of his throat.

Yet, Isik was not feigning his appreciation. Not at all. His mouth remained open, and his tongue danced on the bulbous tip. It explored and caught droplets of fluids he chugged down and added to the meal he had been forced to take.

And… The cock that was rummaging his guts.

“Tell them… To go slower,” grumbled Isik, finally peeling his mouth off the cock. His breathing was ragged, his mind racing as he tried to stretch his legs. But they were barely answering, his toes numb. It’s not that he could even move them when he was folded like an origami, his legs on each side of his oversized belly and bearing the weights from his sagging breasts.

He lifted his head up and looked down, frowning at the constant puncture on his higher nipples. The first set was the biggest by far, already reaching the D-cups. But they were also the most sought after, desired, and manhandled. Even now, the Reshi brothers, a part of Rehu’s family, were tugging and nibbling at those nipples until they started to hurt. And not only from the backed-up milk.

He growled, trying to move an arm… But felt he was still too weak to resist as he dropped his head on the vanilla-smelling pillow, amidst the many others forming his bed.

“Reshio. Reshiu. Eslan wants it slower,” said Rehu. His powerful hand was on Isik’s forehead, rubbing the fur between the ears. Even his thumb was busy tracing a circle between the eyes while he kept his cock ready so Isik could suck it off and appease his heat with its presence.

But the heat… the everpresent heat. There was only one method to appease it.

All the sucking Isik did would appease the pain, but for mere seconds before it struck harder. The constant nibbling on his nipples, even from the recently hatched Komodo Dragon? It only gave him a sense of fulfillment that barely eased the need deeply rooted in his guts.

Even getting his cock toyed and played with? It had no effect on him as most sensations were focused and amplified around… Well. His asshole.

One that was already used and abused by one of the Hunters. A young lad, his name sounding like Aro or Aruo or something like that. Though, Isik has a hard time remembering it. He was the last of his lineage, and he had no father, meaning he was among the unlucky few who had to breed first.

And between his legs? Well, his cock was maybe around twelve inches? probably the width of a beer can. And his balls? The size of pomegranates, young. And nowhere close to Rehu in size.

Therefore, the brutal and intense pummeling inside Isik’s vertically-split asshole felt… inadequate compared to any other breedings from Rehu before.

Isik growled, giving Rehu’s cock another lick and kiss while he looked down on the young Komodo Dragon, who did all he could.

“It’s not enough,” growled Isik, his voice low and rumbling with his frustration.

“He is doing his all. This is his first breeding, Iseek. He has never given love before,” mumbled Rehu, talking low while he, too, started to look at the youngest Komodo Dragon with pity.

Those arms were pushing Isik’s legs down as they should. His cock was, well, good. He has decent stamina as he had been at it for a bit. Yet, it lacked something. It tickled Isik’s feelings, but he sighed… He sighed and looked at Rehu, his eyes plaintive.

“Can… can you do it instead? The heat… It’s killing me,” mewled Isik. And he mewled some more as he felt a sharp fang nick his right breast. Reshio.

There was a lick on the spot, as an apology, before the Komodo Dragon was back at sucking Isik while his two hands were working on his lower nipples, massaging the growing tits and already milking them in “ritual vessels”. Only at C-cups, small compared to the top ones… And yet brimming with so much milk for the hatchlings.

“I can’t… Rehai said it so.”

“Because Rehai said so,” repeated Isik, sighing in annoyance and taking another sharp breath.

Rehai often declared things. And the latest one was… Other Komodo Dragons had to fuck Isik. And Rehu was not to fuck him in the ass unless he was already fertilized or pregnant. Bollocks.

Yet, the Snow Leopard endured the best he could… Unless it was a situation like this when his heat flared, and so did his pain.

The Reshi brothers had already had their turns in his ass, each leaving a nice hefty load inside him. Even now, despite his hole cratered and dripping all over, turning the pit into a fuck pile, Isik’s belly remained soft and round.

It did not bulge like with his last pregnancy, when he had seven eggs and his belly button popped out. But gone were the days he could consider himself flat or even muscular. Thank God, or their Idol, that he had no stretch marks. But if he was to move around, it was with the assistance of his hands under his belly or with a harness under his baby bump.

Still, he sighed and moved his hand, looking at the other two lizards. One stone mason, Lesu. Contrary to Aro, or Aruo, who was thin and dry, or Rehu, with his developed muscles with a bit of paunch, Lesu was fat. He splurged on food, even now, and it showed with his pot belly as well as the fat dangling from his arms.

He was the last one of the lot, everyone else but the Hunter had taken his turn.

“Lesu!” Isik snapped, his voice belching out across the room.

Lesu’s jaw dropped. So did Rehu’s, the Reshis, and the spent males who were sitting at the pit’s edge. It was the first time Isik showed something more than a demure and restrained attitude. But the pain and soreness pushed him to act as he pointed, his arm trembling, towards Aruo.

“Help him!”

“Iseek… I don’t think that’s how you are gifting love,” mumbled Rehu, leaning forward to whisper at the Snow Leopard’s ears.

“I need it done, Rehu. If Rehai says anyone but you can take me, I want, at the very least, this damn heat gone!”

Rehu’s expression changed. His lips closed, his jaws moved as if he was ruminating. And his red eyes were all over Isik, then over the stunned Reshis… Finally, he went to Lesu and Aruo.

“You… You heard him. Lesu, you can do it with Aruo.”

“It’s-!”

Aruo wanted to say something, but only a whine escaped his mouth. He closed it and then his eyes. Nearby, Lesu’s fatter and rounder body bounded along to Isik. He wasn’t taking his time, surely afraid of facing the wrath of a mad and frustrated Eslan. And it was with an air of confidence that the old Stone Mason placed himself besides Aruo, holding onto his cock.

With a few pumps, blood rushed to the organ. As Aruo pulled back a little, the comparison between the two males was obvious.

Aruo was younger, thinner, more muscular. His attitude was jumpy, and in return, as Rehai explained, he had no experience. Therefore, his genitals were smaller. Almost… Half of Lesu’s size.

For the Stone Mason, he bore a cock that was beyond twenty inches with an adequate width. Yet, despite his age, he was smaller than Rehu or Rehai. Something Isik would have noted and asked about if he wasn’t so frustrated.

If Isik wasn’t fighting against his clenching and winking rim, begging the two males to use him, to fuck him, he’d be so much happier. The vertically-split rim was obscenely gaped, and lubrication had become so natural it oozed from Isik’s hole. It even ruined the sheets and his bed when he slept without something stuffed inside.

He had that sensation of constant wetness between his cheeks. His bubbly ass, round and massive, was getting the Komodo Dragons’ attention. Rehu, too, often commented on how amazing it looked.

It didn’t look so great to Isik as his asshole winked away, projecting a jet of cum and lubricant on the two Reptiles’ groins before he looked at them… more like glared at them. He didn’t like to do that, but he couldn’t bear any more god forsaking minutes of waiting. And finally, Aruo swallowed his saliva.

“I’m… Taking you, Eslan.”

“With Lesu’s help.”

He didn’t snap. But his tone left no room for rebuttal, enough for the two Komodo Dragons to move along. Lesu and Aruo were rubbing shoulder to shoulder for a moment, looking at one another with obvious discomfort, though neither spoke out. Aruo was small, but Lesu’s arms were pushing him aside and stopping him from aligning his cock with Isik’s entrance. As for Lesu, he had to adjust to the constant pushback, making his low-hanging cock swing right and left.

Finally… They looked at each other and spoke in a mumbled conversation. Lesu lifted one arm to wrap it around Aruo’s shoulders. The smaller Komodo Dragon placed one behind his partner as their hips moved closer. Isik watched their cocktips almost rub and… Well, penetrate.

Aruo went first, eager, all too eager, biting his lips.

But as soon as Lesu entered, more calm and controlled, the youngest moaned out loud.

His expression crumbled, his face contorted as he snarled. And… Finally, he opened his mouth as a deep moan escaped the youngest’s throat. Echoed by Lesu’s grunts of agreement.

“Oh… It’s… tight.” commented the Stone Mason.

“It’s.. better. Eslan! Thank you for your wisdom!” shouted the Hunter, smiling.

He smiled even further as Lesu and him were moving in tandem, with Aruo pushing the furthest first, his hips almost touching Isik’s buttcheeks before it was Lesu going inside.

They looked so happy and satisfied as they worked together, praising Isik’s wisdom.

Though Isik wasn’t feeling as wise as they praised seeing as his guts were being squeezed from the inside to the point of having two cocks prodding from under his fur. He winced, he clenched his jaw, he even drooled all over his chest as he felt his asshole burning like fire. No more from the heat, but merely from the stretch and the pressure on his hips.

“… G-Grats. ‘Diot.”

“What do you mean, Iseek?”

Isik darted an eye up, his expression a mix of intense pleasure with pain. He frowned deeply and clenched his facial muscles to the point that they burned, causing his fur to almost look pinkish. But his smile was obvious, and his drooling was proof he enjoyed it…

That and his erection pointing up, dripping a river, and shooting.

Oh yes, it was painful just as much as it was pleasing.

So… When Rehu asked him what he meant, as he was getting his asshole stuffed with two enormous cocks and his tits being nibbled on again, there was a sole answer Isik could say:

“Grnnfhhhh!”

A powerful answer as he hit his head back, smacking his nape against the pillow the moment his body formed an arch. His spine was perfectly rounded up, and the Reshis had to peel back their hands and mouths for a moment as Isik was tensing from the dual assault on his prostate.

Each movement from the two males inside him, with their dicks rubbing together, was like a firm squeeze on the organ that had grown sensitive and needy.

Their movements were united but imperfect. Aruo was the fastest of the two, moving at a pace betraying his excitement and need to ejaculate.

Lesu? He was taking it easy, one hand kneading Isik’s buttcheeks and even squeezing it closer towards Isik’s entrance to increase the sensations on his veiny cock.

As their paces were different, so were the angles, the pressure, and the strength. All of them applied to Isik’s prostate, his inner walls, and his rim which clammed up weakly against them.

In the end, the Snow Leopard’s feelings were inching closer to an intense and mind-breaking pleasure. One that was without bounds and restrictions for the young Feline whose mouth dropped and whose saliva started to dribble all over his wondrous chest, even dripping and hitting the Reshis’ face.

But no, they only grumbled and returned to their suckling, stuffing their stomachs as they quickly changed the “vessels” for new ones. They pressed the buckets against Isik’s legs, right underneath each nipples…

As Isik’s orgasm was drawing near and close, his cock pressed against his rounder belly and pointed up to the ceiling despite the weight against it. His heartbeat and breathing kept increasing, his moans and grunts increasing in pitch; it all filled the entire room under Rehu’s impressed and ever slightly growing anxious impression.

“We… We can have Lesu stop and do it lat-”

“NO!”

The shout was like a scream in a library, brutal and loud.

“K- K- Keep… G-Going!” shouted Isik again, his voice higher in tone and breaking with the slow movement Aruo kept despite the surprising shout.

Isik’s mouth was contorted, his lips purled, his teeth showing. He no longer cared about Rehu’s cock to help him ease his heat.

No. He had those big cocks inside his hole that stretched it wider than even Rehu did. Somehow, the added width at its peak was pushing Isik’s asshole to the limit. Each tremor, each movement, each pulse, was sending echoes throughout Isik’s body.

His mind was enraptured, his muscles tensing up. His mouth moved, but no words were uttered. Nothing but deep sighs and quivering moans, nothing, but the muscles moving on their own as he slowly reached the peak of an egotistical and overbearing orgasm.

His lips closed again, reopened, his eyelids fluttered. his hands bunched up the bed sheets below.

And then… he came.

His head slammed against his pillow as a white shot suddenly exploded up from his cock. Up, with a slight inclination from the belly pressuring on the spire. But it went up and… Landed on Lesu’s chest and a bit on Aruo’s shoulder. Then it continued as Isik weakly thrusted with his thighs, and another shot, weaker, went up and landed on the Stone Mason’s belly.

Then a third, reaching beneath his belly button.

Even then, it was only a part of Isik’s all encompassing orgasm. Of that enrapturing pleasure that left him drooling and smiling stupidly.

No, his orgasm was layered, of many parts, many places, it manifested.

His tits, the eight of them, finally released their bounty. Whether in the Komodo Dragons’ mouth or filling the buckets, the sweet white flow became a flood. A torrent that joined the fluids at the bottom part of the pit, pouring and mixing with the Komodo Dragons’ musky semen. With their lips still locked, the Reshis were desperately trying to tame the tidal wave and yet, were only capable of changing the buckets so fast before they overflowed and the milk was spilled.

The Reshis’ gurgling noises were almost as loud as Isik’s. Isik’s chest descended. He opened, then closed his mouth.

But Isik’s action, his orgasm, still had an impact on Lesu and Aruo. The two Komodo Dragons, rubbing shoulder to shoulder, had been enjoying quite an open and welcoming hole. But the moment when Isik reached his orgasm? That sphincter squeed on their cocks like a death grip. It left no place, no wiggle room at all for a second as their breaths stilled.

Then, the grip eased slightly. But only enough for them to move in tandem and rub their cocks as they were.

Lesu and Aruo were both at the edge, the limit of their orgasms, and yet they were not at it. Their scrotums burned, and so too did their cocktips. But there was no release. Even as Isik was done with his orgasm, they continued.

They kept pushing inside, they kept hammering and stretching Isik’s cheeks, still a grinning mess.

“Iseek? Are you… Okay?” asked Rehu, passing a hand on the Snow Leopard’s flushed cheeks, patting them and wiping the saliva.

“Y-Yes… Oh… It was the best… Orgasm I have felt,” moaned Isik, cooing while his ears dropped. He was riding the high, the instant, the moment, even though the two Komodo Dragons were grunting while inside his hole, moving and wiggling, pumping and hitting. He was feeling so numb, but relaxed.

“I… It is okay? You’re fine?”

“Hmm? I think?”

Isik blinked. His beatitude dissipated, lifting the veil over his thoughts as he looked down. He blinked again, watching the two that were still not done. They had such stamina compared to most males, but it was getting tedious and annoying.

However, as soon as Isik thought about it, there was the sign of a first orgasm.

Aruo.

It was expected. But the smaller and younger Komodo Dragon started to wince and whine. His thrusts slowed down but gained in amplitude, in brutality… Until he was only giving weak little thrusts… Ending with his face burning. He kept his eyes low while Isik felt the cum dribbling over his buttcheeks. The young Hunter had come first.

Well… It was nothing to be ashamed of as Isik turned his eyes away, though he winced as he felt the smaller male pull back. He felt empty, emptier than before.

“The heat… Its almost gone. I- I think I needed an orgasm to get it done,” said Isik, waving his arm. But he frowned as his words were punctuated by Lesu’s loud grunts.

Oh, Lesu grunted. Like an engine that had issues starting up. He even coughed. And then… with his belly smacking against Isik’s balls and thighs, the oldest Komodo Dragon finally came. As he pulled back,he left Isik’s hole gaping and beautifully creampied, nothing different than a cumbucket that contained way too much inside. The smallest movements were enough to spill its content.

Speaking of fluids, Isik sighed as he felt the lips sucking his nipples release their feverish grip… He was… Spent.

“That’s good, Iseek,” added Rehu, glancing at the Reshis. “How many vessels do we have?”

“At least… Sixteen. Seventeen if we add what’s inside the last ones,” answered Reshio. Scratching his milk-caked scales, the pudgy Komodo Dragon smiled. “Rehai will be happy about this!”

“Yes, Rehai will be very happy,” grunted Isik along as he tried to shake awake his legs. They were numb, so much so Rehu had to help him while the Reshis were pulling their buckets away to avoid any accident like their first milking.

“I know! Rehai is so happy about our new Eslan! You are so productive!”

Isik heard Reshiu’s praise but wasn’t feeling up to responding. The soreness in his thighs was finally biting him back. Being fucked and folded like an origami was not something he ought to be used to. But… It worked, and his body was less sore, thanks to whatever changes had happened to him.

Still, he watched the Reshis grab the buckets and slip away along with the “guests”. Two buckets under each arm, going back and forth until they passed the door for the last time.

Leaving Isik in peace as he reclined on the drenched mat and pillows. Everything was dirty and caked with fluids: milk, cum, sweat, and precum. They reeked of Reptilian musk, heavy and heady, and sticking to everything. No… Even Isik reeked of it as it had been months since he had the opportunity to use any high-end perfume from his sponsors. Yet, as he grabbed a pillow and put it on his face, he took a deep long whiff.

“Iseek,” said Rehu, carefully stroking the Snow Leopard’s belly. “Are you angry?”

Another whiff. The musk was good… Yet, Isik lifted and tossed the pillow away as best as his energy drained body could and turned towards Rehu’s groin. Going towards Rehu’s head was a pain for both… But the balls? Isik could easily reach those nuts. Nuts he tugged on, making the gentle Komodo Dragon crawl closer as the Snow Leopard could put his face against the sweaty scrotum and rub his face against it.

He took a deep whiff letting the hearty perfume tickle the back of his mind. A bit… Then more as he remained silent, enjoying those enormous nuts that were perfect as pillows.

“Iseek.”

“No. I am frustrated, annoyed, and aggravated,” grumbled Isik, trying to close his legs and roll on his side. Moving was stinging a bit, but he put up a tough front and closed his legs… And tried to ignore the cum that still dripped from his ass.

“It is not good if you stay unhappy at Rehai. He knows how to help Eslani.”

“I know,” mumbled Isik, almost speaking to that scrotum as he gave it a kiss. Somehow, it was pleasant to do so. And slightly exciting, even his twitching tail agreed. “I know.”

Then… Isik grumbled, releasing his grip on the scrotum, letting those heavy nuts rest on the pillows, smushing them against the mat. Isik outstretched his arms, one between the Komodo Dragon’s legs, and the other one, into the air.

A heavy silence as Rehu was carefully picking his words. He's too kind, cute though.

“I know Rehai wants my best. Yes, he knows about plants and the tiny tricks to make my asshole tingle like I’m sitting on an electric stove… ugh!” Isik finally said, shouting, raising his arms and smacking Rehu’s in the process. “Sorry, big guy.”

“But you are hostile to him.”

“Why shouldn't I be? He was planning to get me fucked by the entire village,” said Isik, still not over the situation as he waved his right hand. “Even now, he refuses to let us be.”

“He is doing what he thinks best. We… We were afraid no more Eslani would come. When it happened, Rehai kept us… As a group. Even when the other villages wanted to leave. Give him time,” said Rehu, one of his massive hands going over Isik’s exposed breasts to trace the cleavage between them, scratching where the tufty fur tended to be caked with sweat.

It felt good… And for a moment, Isik felt like he should let go of his frustration. So, he purred. He purred and let the sensations, the fuzziness, shake him entirely. Even his tail swept the air.

“You forgave me. You can forgive Rehai?”

“Tsk.”

The purr stopped, and Isik rolled his eyes. He was in no mood to excuse Rehai, so he slowly tried to stand up, helped by Rehu’s hand on his back to sit him up. The young Komodo Dragon was diligent in helping. Even as the Snow Leopard sat on his plump posterior for a second before standing up.

“Iseek.”

“I can forgive you because you’re sweet and meant no harm. But not Rehai. Now… Chop chop, let’s move,” he said, clapping his hand and offering Rehu a wide grin.

“Where?”

“Dunno. We’ll tell Reho we’re taking a walk while Rehai’s busy with his flowers.”

Rehu’s shoulders dropped, and sighed. But the Komodo Dragon didn’t relent further as he went over to the room’s other side. He searched for the different straps and woven sashes lying around of all differentiating colors. They ranged from rich reds to cool blues to lush, dark greens and more. The fabrics were dyed and mainly resembled wool though some felt like velvet or silk for the most refined. But Isik was not one to mind simple wool as he glanced at Rehu approaching, holding the sashes out.

The Snow Leopard continued to stretch while glancing at the different sashes, with two hands on his back to check his muscles, then pointed at the marine blue sashes.

“Those ones.”

Rehu nodded and put the rest aside. Well, he was no assistant for a model but Rehu was quick when it came to helping Isik. The Snow Leopard raised his arms and let the Komodo Dragon walk around, slowly wrapping the sashes around Isik’s breasts and belly. Strapped and properly bolstered, the fabric looked like each breast had been swathed and then strapped to his shoulders, with a wool laden leather collar over the fur to protect Isik from further chafing.

Then, the fabric was passed over his waist, securing it all. For the moment, Isik didn’t need a sash for his belly, so he refused it, but it would only be a matter of months before he would have to wear one again.

“How do I look, monsieur?” asked Isik flirtatiously, twirling on his feet for his single audience. It was no haute couture, but it was the closest he could get. Plus, Rehu’s approving thumbs up and slight blush was all he needed as he stepped towards the exit.

“Let’s tell Reho and leave. I fancy a lovely dip.”

Once out of his “bedroom”, Isik observed the house he is now used to calling home these days. It was cozy, with plants dangling from the ceiling to dry or in their pots. Same as the utensils strapped on their slots. If he needed a tool, he had to crane his neck and point one out for Rehu to take, but most were so big he had to use both hands to employ them.

It was better to let the Komodo Dragons help him, much like cutting meat… Or to use his claws and paws, much to Rehai’s despair.

“Reho?! Reho!” shouted Isik.

“Rehoooooooo!” boomed Rehu, both hands by his muzzle.

“I’m here!”

The voice came from Rehai’s room. Room, office, or bedroom. Either way, that’s where the old Komodo Dragon was holed up when not working on his plants.

And where was Reho when he wasn’t out to getting fucked by some males.

“Here’s the village bicycle,” said Isik, grinning as he pushed the tiger fur away and was welcomed by a tiny room with rows of small shelves, reaching Isik’s past height, stuffed full of parchments. Isik couldn’t read them, plus they were only filled with information on how to fuck and prepare an Eslani. So, he ignored them as he looked at Reho sitting at a small table, reading a parchment and working with a pestle and mortar. The slutty Komodo Dragon worked on preparation and seemed to have ransacked Rehai’s stores… Most of the shelves by the bed remained wide open.

“I don’t know what that means.” Reho said glancing up from his work.

Reho was… Flabby. Flabby chest. Flabby belly. His arms, too, lacked tonicity. But he made it up with stamina, people said. And Isik was not one to judge since it meant less horny Komodo Dragons coming for his sweet furry ass.

“I’ll tell you about it one day,” said the Snow Leopard, grinning and glancing at Rehu, by the entrance. “But I’m leaving for the afternoon. Do tell that to your Father, would you.”

“Bu-” Reho stopped, putting down the pestle and mortar, as well as pushing aside the parchment he had been reading. “Father will be furious. Tell him, Rehu!”

“Iseek knows that,” shrugged Rehu in return, already used to Isik’s antics.

“I know that, yes. But while we’re absent, you can receive anyone who wants a chance with the Eslan. Isn’t that great?”

Reho froze and gulped, his red eyes widening as Isik put his hands on his hips, smirking in triumph. Maybe Rehu’s older Brother was thinking of an answer, but the Snow Leopard wasn’t giving him the time as he twirled around and stepped away through the tiger fur pelt door.

“Thanks, Reho! I’ll owe you one!”

No. He didn’t step away; he sauntered before the town bicycle could stop him. And he laughed, his feet springy as the heat no longer weighed him down. He wasn’t exactly free, but it was the moment where he had recently been impregnated.

Everything felt easier–his movements were smooth, his balance steadier as he stepped out off the patio with Rehu in tow. It was not like the draining first or 2nd pregnancy either, where every step was painful. So, it was just the moment for him to stroll around and enjoy his few weeks of freedom.

“Where do we go? You wanted a dip? Shou-”

“Mhm, Mhm!” nodded Isik, cutting Rehu off before he could continue.

Then, he turned left, following the stairs. If they wanted to go downhill, there were two paths once they passed under the vines-covered arch leading to Rehai’s home. They could follow the main road, passing by the many houses inhabited by the councils: the eldest Komodo Dragons who decided on who would fuck the Eslan, among the other roles. Or they could go left and descend the stairs leading directly towards the waterway at the center of the village.

It was the latter Isik took, running like a child on high before he turned left… And slammed into a young Komodo Dragon.

Of course, young still meant a titan that overshadowed Isik: a wall of muscles against which the Snow Leopard bounced against before landing on his soft back. Much for the Komodo Dragon’s outcry.

“Eslan!”

“Isik,” muttered the Snow Leopard, rubbing his forehead and ass, then opened his eyes to see those low-hanging nuts. Always so big.

“Sorry. We were on our way for a little dip,” jumped in Rehu, offering a hand to the Snow Leopard. But his apologetic tone dropped as he looked at the basket the young Komodo Dragon had. A basket filled with still-damp blue-shelled mollusks. “Is that?” Rehu asked with glowing excitement.

“Sweet clams,” beamed the young Komodo Dragon, presenting his prize to Isik and Rehu. “I will trade them at the market. Want to taste one, Eslan?”

Isik’s ears dropped, both from the frustration and the idea of “tasting”. He had already tried oysters with citrus, it had a briny and salty flavor mixing with the sweet and acid… But tasting some without preparations? He glanced at Rehu, who nodded feverishly. Isik sighed as he extended one hand towards the basket, but the small Komodo Dragon recoiled.

Isik’s ears stood up as he looked, blinking at the young male… Then snatched two mollusks.

“Sorry, I am feeling extra hungry due to the pregnancy,” said Isik, shrugging as he held the two shells out of the twelve the Komodo Dragon had gathered. “But thanks a lot, I’ll keep your gift in mind!”

Before there was any recrimination or outcry, Isik signaled Rehu to follow and handed him one shell. Rehu opened it with his bare hands and showed Isik the opalescent flesh inside.

“They are named sweet clams because they have a sweet taste and they are filling. You can eat them like that,” showed the Komodo Dragon, scraping against the shell to detach the soft mollusk before it landed in his open mouth.

However, as he opened the second and offered it to Isik, the Snow Leopard had to hold the shell carefully due to the weight while watching what looked like an entire bowl filled with soft, opalescent flesh. Then… Well, he tried to chug it like a bowl full of soup.

At first, there was the juice, oddly sweet and salty. Then, the chewy flesh that was the mollusk as it wiggled under his teeth. Then… The flavor from the flesh. It was buttery, sweet, and so strange. A mix of flavors Isik took with wide-open eyes, even as he had to chew it carefully so he wouldn’t choke.

Then… He handed Rehu the empty shell, wiping his mouth.

“That… That tastes great!”

“I knew it would be good. Everyone loves them and these are my favorites. And old Komodo Dragons don’t have to chew them,” smiled Rehu. They continued their walk towards the village’s edge, away from the pyramid at the center.

“You keep surprising me. Why have I never tasted something like this? Why don’t we eat them during the banquets?” asked Isik, surprised as the smell of shaved wood and blooming flowers was slowly replaced by a sulfur smell. One that had tortured his nose the first time he approached it. But those days, he was feeling excited as they approached a tunnel dug into a stone cliff.

“I don’t know. I could ask Rehai. But… Maybe there are not a lot of sweet clams?”

Not a lot. Well, Isik was always surprised by how many resources they had. It wasn’t like they had an open-air pig farm, but they always brought a dozen freshly roasted pigs to the banquets. Notwithstanding the fishes of all sorts, the fruits of all forms, or even the dozen of roots they turned into pasta, mash, or even bread. They even had some grain they used to roast until it popped like corn or rice, but with a salty flavor.

He had to ask the Reshis to roast him some; they owed it to Isik since he let them fuck him.

“We’ll ask Rehai for the next banquets… I am sure he will have one ready for next week,” shrugged Isik. Rehai always prepared or ordered the banquets to celebrate his pregnancy advancements. First time he lactated? It felt like the whole world was about to implode.

And just like that, he frowned.

Yet, he felt large hands on his shoulders, guiding him ahead and through the tunnel, to one of the real prizes of the Komodo Dragon village.

The pools.

Well, they had a long name sounding like “The Pools of Marine Origin” or something like that; it always sounded different when someone spoke about it. So… The Pools was perfect to describe the valley beyond the Village’s edge. From one tunnel, a water cascade flowed into a river, supplying the different ponds running adjacent to it. Some ponds were used for breeding fish, fed with grains harvested from the fields above the village, some for algae used in meals.

They even had a few natural basins used from prawns, where Komodo Dragons were carefully observing and monitoring the presence of the small seafood.

However, the more eastward you went inside that valley, the worse the sulfuric smell was. On that side, the ponds looked like they had been cut from stones, tall blocks dragged along the rivers, and more like baths formed of stacked sediments with stalagmites.

The yellow stones were always humid, and vapors emanated from the ponds, reflecting the natural sources coming from inside the Earth.

To join that side and to make transportation easier, rope bridges were set above the river. Some crossed towards the sulfuric baths, some to the fish farms close to the river, below, and a few to the wooden houses located atop the rest and used by the fishermen during the day.

It was peculiar and yet pleasing to see, as Isik crossed one bridge, to see the pools stacked like stairs alongside the river, similar to the rice fields terraces he had seen in documentaries.

The more he thought about it, the more it revealed how hard-working the Komodo Dragons could be when they put their minds to it.

It also showed that they loved their comforts, too, he chuckled in petto while he crossed the other side.

The sulfuric scent burned his nostrils… Luckily enough, it also erased the musky smell from the Komodo Dragons, even the dozen men bathing in the different pools, all natural and yet joined by wooden stairs. Steam swathed everyone, even Isik, as he stretched his arms and legs and… Felt something dripping alongside his legs.

A glance down towards his back, he saw the little droplets he had left in his path, tracing an obvious route from Rehai’s mansion to the pools… Something he thought about as he had his hand on his posterior, reaching it, cupping it, spreading it… Fingering it until a few droplets of cum escaped from his gaping asshole.

“Are you in heat?”

“What? No! no no no. I was thinking we won’t last long here. Rehai will find us,” said Isik, pulling his fingers away despite the tiny cum thread joining them before he shook his fingers, flinging the cum off and continued to climb.

Those sulfuric pools had diverse concentrations of acids and different temperatures. The closest to the river were the coldest, and the further up one went, the less acidic the waters were… Komodo Dragons usually soaked in the lower pools to feel their scales tingling or for a thorough scrapping. But the highest and closest to the rivers were often kept for the Eslani. Such as him as he landed on a stone-cut platform and dipped a toe. The temperature was perfect, not too warm or cold.

Without a care, he undid most of the fashion efforts made by Rehu, removing the sashes and leather collar before throwing it all near the pool.

And then he jumped.

He jumped where the water reached waist level, and then he knelt, sat, and reclined before he felt his body swallowed by the warm and soothing water.

Rehu sat on the edge, his legs kicking the water as the sound from the nearby river drowned the ambient noise.

“I could stay here for hours if I had my bath salts,” said Isik, stretching one leg above the water surface to rub his fur. He wasn’t matted, there, good.

“You did not explain what bath salts are. You are no broth. No need for salts,” commented Remu, his large feet kicking and producing waves that swayed and rocked the Snow Leopard. Isik could live, coddled like this as he looked at the clear sky above. There would be no rain… for maybe in two days.

“But I am a broth,” laughed Isik, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the lip of the pool. “A cat soup with Komodo Dragon eggs and cream… oh and sausage! Aaaall soup. All meeee.”

Rehu sighed, probably confused… But then he paused. Steps.

One… Two steps… No. Two individuals dared to climb the stairs leading to Isik’s bath. He opened one eye to see two muscular Komodo Dragons standing at the pool’s edge. One was evidently older as his nuts were watermelon-sized, and his cock was around twelve inches at rest, though he was kind of a shower. The other was younger, reaching the size of big oranges and a length of eight inches. Probably one of the youngest.

Yet, they looked so alike, with the yellow scales forming a blotch over their muzzle and underlining their eyes. Plus, they had the same body type, muscular but dry. So much so Isik could count their abdominal muscles, one by one.

However, what he enjoyed with them was… Their relaxed demeanor as they waved down at him.

“Iseek! Rehu! Want to join us?” asked the youngest, hands on his hips while Isik got up and turned, and started to climb out of the pool, the water dripping off his ever changing body.

“Not for long. Rehai is probably looking for us,” said the Snow Leopard, shaking and getting the excess water out of his fur. He reached down to grab his sashes and slung them over his shoulder.

“We bred Iseek. Rehai will want to check,” explained Rehu, standing up and undoing his ball's pouch before flinging it over his shoulders. They descended a few steps to a pool more adapted to the Komodo Dragons’ size. However, it was far too high to have villagers coming close. Plus, the steam formed a blanketing wall, perfect to hide them as they stepped inside one by one. Both Isik and Rehu tossed their articles of clothing onto the edge with Rehu the first to take a dip, jumping in eagerly.

His scales must have been sticky from the recent fuck as he was happily scrubbing himself. As for Isik, well, he was clean. Clean enough to watch Ashi and Ashe as they moved to the otherside of the pool’s edge. The first time they met, the Snow Leopard assumed they were interested in fucking him and having one of his eggs.

Most Komodo Dragons were looking for such blessings, especially pot-makers coming from the western reaches, where you could find clay and stones of different types to sculpt.

No… As soon as Rehu went for a scrubbing, Isik approached the odd couple and smiled as he heard Ashi, the smaller and younger, moan out loud.

Ashi Moaned as he sat on his Uncle’s cock, impaling himself on that shaft that made Isik tremble at the sight even though he had taken bigger… much bigger. He still shivered at the thought, yet watched Ashi and Ashe kiss. Together, with Ashe lifting his Nephew’s legs, it was something they were used to as they remained on the pool edge with their genitals exposed and Ashe’s legs in the pool’s water. Ashi’s cock slowly getting erect with his thin foreskin peeling off, revealing his purplish shaft.

No… They were enjoying themselves, enjoying their little audience. Though they offered something Isik couldn’t get from most Komodo Dragons. He could take a dick in the ass, be stuffed until he was round, or be smothered by their enormous musky balls, huffing the perfume that drove him absolutely crazy.

But there was something he had grown to miss. He swam forward towards the coupling, barely weighed down by his body or his overfilled breasts thanks in part to the water. He planted his knees on the pool’s edge, finding security in the stone’s rough presence while his fingers worked and planted on the smaller Komodo Dragon’s thighs, the legs outspread.

He was small. Oh…. For a Komodo Dragon, Ashi was small. To anyone outside the Island, he was a stud. To Isik, he was a source of pleasure he enjoyed as he approached his lips to the cock. The heat was gone, but there were remnants of that lust and need as he opened his lips and closed them on the clean cocktip. Good.

Ashi was always clean. Always… So diligent to clean his cock while his Uncle played with it. Even now, the bigger Komodo Dragon was eagerly playing and tugging on the base of Ashi’s cock. He pulled on the foreskin and tugged it down until Isik had no foreskin to unveil and push against.

Above… He heard whispers, almost too discreet to be heard due to the cascading water. But as they glanced, as they looked at one another, Ashi's mouth curled and his tail wagged against his Uncle’s side… Oh well, it was obvious to Isik.

But he was fine playing along as he sucked Ashi’s cock, as he felt the organ throbbing in his mouth… And felt Rehu’s hands on his ass, squeezing and massaging it.

Without a hint of shame, Isik even started to rub Ashe’s balls, performing a massage with his tongue as he licked the sulfuric taste sticking to the skin and the briny touch underneath, then the flesh that was Ashi’s. He passed his tongue-tip against the frenum, against the urethra, against the glans without even hiccuping when Rehu slid two fingers inside him at once. Then added a third.

Isik could have smiled, but he sighed internally as he sensed his prostate getting massaged again, tickled, titillated. And then… Crushed when Rehu’s cock started to slip inside, forcing its way between Isik’s plump buns. There was no fighting it, only pleasure as Isik sucked on Ashi’s cock, watching the perverted grin Ashe offered to his Nephew.

They were a couple. Sure. But more than that, Ashe was dominant. And with only two fingers around Ashi’s cock, he mocked his Nephew’s tiny size. This time, they were more vocal about it around Isik. They knew him… They knew he wouldn’t mind because in no way could a Komodo Dragon tell another he was “unworthy of gifting love”. But Ashe did, and Ashi loved it. The youngest Komodo Dragon was a trembling mess and his cock throbbed inside Isik’s mouth as his ejaculation was to be wasted. Isik enjoyed that game… Enjoyed getting to do more than taking it in the butt. Even if he liked taking it in the butt.

But variation was important and it was wonderful as he pulled his mouth from the cock like he was enjoying a lollipop, his breath reeking of precum. Isik placed his fingers on the length, removing Ashe’s presence, forcing him away. No, forcing the old Hunter to reach for his Nephew’s legs to lift them, to force his Nephew to bounce on that thick cock… To watch those thighs clapping on those nuts. To observe Ashi’s expression change as his lips curled and his attention was all on his Uncle. They kissed again, though the whispers were louder, and Isik managed to hear a few words: “The Eslan doesn’t deem your gift worthy.”

No… The Eslan was already getting taken in the butt by his favorite, who was happily milking his prostate and filling his guts. But he was fine playing along. When Ashi’s eyes went to Isik, the Snow Leopard answered with a sneer. Just enough to tease Ashi and… Well, finally give him his release as he pressed his thumb against the cocktip, giving it a firm squeeze.

A firm squeeze and a moan, long and rumbling, escaped Ashi’s mouth as he came. As a shot of cum extended from his cocktip and landed on Isik’s hand, coating it.

It wasn’t enough since the young Komodo Dragon was again shooting. That was when Isik closed his lips upon it. He sucked on the tip, taking the ejaculation in mouth… The role of an Eslan was to take it behind and to be bred… Any load in his mouth was a waste, an affront to the traditions Rehai and some elders held dear . But it was perfect for Ashi, reclining on his Uncle’s chest.

And as Ashe looked at Isik, the Snow Leopard winked and gave him the thumb up.

They were barely interested in Isik. But Ashe knew… Somehow, the old Hunter knew about Isik’s open-mindedness and somehow had been eager to call him a friend. They could spice up things together, and they did… Even if Isik only had to be around, it’d be no different than a voyeur.

If it weren’t for Rehai’s constant observations, he would have gladly asked for the two to be on the list.

As Ashi’s orgasm receded and Ashe’s needs took the spot, Isik kept the load in mouth. He looked over his shoulder, glancing at Rehu, who was still working, still fucking him, still taking him. It was enough for Isik’s cock to go hard as the Komodo Dragon was spewing more and more precum inside. It was starting to grow thicker, and warmer, too… Enough for the Snow Leopard to rumble in delight as he would feel stuffed with his favorite Komodo Dragon’s cu-

“ESLAN!”

Isik’s eyes narrowed. His lips closed further, his ears dropped… A gargling growl escaped his lips as his eyes focused to his right, watching a familiar face followed by an ashamed Reho. It was then, Isik decided to swallow.

Here was Rehai shouting, outraged and naked, except for his ball pouch and a belt with leather bags. He let go of the plants and flowers he had been holding, clenching his hands into balled up fists as he watched a mix of saliva and cum drip from Isik’s lips. Isik, who dared to tease the Elder with no shame.

The second after, the gray-muzzled Shaman scowled at the Feline, tapping with his foot, expecting his Son to get over it soon.

A few more plaps, a few more moans and Rehu was done. Ashe and Ashi were like statues, trying to make themselves look smaller than they were and disappear.

“Eslan… You— You,” started the Shaman, growling and his tail swaying. “I will inspect you and forgo your insult. Reho told me you have been impregnated... But I hope for you, Rehu, you did not impregnate our Eslan again.”

On those words, Rehai turned tail, his hands closing into tight fists while Reho remained behind, bowing silently.

“Shit.”

-

With a sigh, Isik rested on the bench, a drink in hand. No liquor, though. It was bad for the Eslani, Rehai said. Even though this rule was a little harsh on Isik, the Snow Leopard didn’t mind it. So, he sipped the slightly sweet juice he had been given this morning, enjoying the view behind the house.

Rehai’s garden was… Well, lovely. It had a second patio behind the house; this one bare except for a bench, a few potted ferns, and a mat should someone want to sleep there. However, what caught the attention as rain poured over the village was the pond in the middle of the garden. It was not linked to the river by any means, but old pipework pumped fresh water up a tiny outcrop before it cascaded into the pond filled with fish—carp, prawns, and sometimes even frogs. Lotus plants, or what Isik assumed to be, were growing at the surface, while the other aquatic plants avoided the shade brought by the towering tree in the middle of the garden. It looked like a typical bonsai tree but so overgrown and covered with bark so thick, you could peel chunks off with your fingers. But the branches were low-hanging and heavy with tiny acidic fruits that were, at best, bigger than cherries.

Even then, the Garden was not only composed of that. The flat grounds housed more decorated pots with their plants enjoying the tree’s shade. A few shrubs delineated the separation between the fertile soil and the cut-stone, serving as a pathway around the garden; a pathway circling all over the garden and closed by a banister stopping the hatchlings Komodo Dragons from falling off the hill’s cliffside.

Talking about hatchlings, three of them were sleeping under the tree on a mat. They were a mess of arms and legs, using their bodies to stay warm, naturally, while the branches were protecting them from the gentle shower of rain.

A situation Isik preferred as he kept watch over them after they had spent a large portion of the morning pestering him for milk until his eight nipples were sore; asking for details about the outside world grandfather Rehai couldn’t or wouldn’t tell them, managing to exhaust the old Shaman; or asking Isik if they would grow a fur like him. Then, they were off running and playing, chasing after one another until the Snow Leopard had to shout to tell them to stop biting and scratching up each other.

Sipping his juice while watching them sleep was like a reward as Isik reclined back, shifting the weight of his gravid belly and swollen breasts back.

He was only one month along, maybe three weeks, into the pregnancy. Moving was becoming harder with each new egg; now that he had eight of them, he was positively bloated.

His breasts? They had finally reached an equal size, landing somewhere around D or D+ cups each. He wasn’t sure their exact measurements and the Idol hadn’t concerned itself with teaching the Komodo Dragons how to measure cups, so Isik just guesstimated. But they were like little coconuts attached to his body.

“Isik… Isik. why don’t you teach them haute couture while you’re at it?” sighed the Snow Leopard, tugging on one of the sashes bolstering his breasts, its chafing on the underside starting to get on his nerves.

He yanked on the sash further while watching the pouring rain drop and splash into the pond water. Always two days of rain per week. It was always so regular. Sometimes, they align back to back, ending with four days but it rarely happens. Most of the time, they were spread apart and regular, a common occurrence marked by a grey mass of clouds the days before.

He even asked if it was always like that. But Rehai had no physical records in his library, only documents about Eslani and how to keep them healthy.

Another sip.

“It’s time to-”

“Iseek.”

Isik turned his head to the right. For once, Rehu had been quite sneaky. Or maybe Isik was so relaxed he hadn’t noticed him. Even his ears didn’t pick up his steps. But his eyes were fully following the young Komodo Dragon’s movements, the careful steps as he sat on his knees by the bench, placing two plates on the ground. Isik’s eyes perfectly captured the sight of Rehu’s muscular belly, but also how his breasts were starting to form up. They were getting rounder and fatter as time moved along. The nipples were getting large enough Isik had to use his entire mouth to hold one inside. He was only an A-cup... at least compared to Rehu’s own body, but Rehu was so big that he would be dwarfing Isik, too.

“Sorry. I was watching the kids. Don’t they look so adorable?” said the Snow Leopard, pointing at the sleeping pile. They were small, almost half of Isik’s size. But those kids were already so energetic and eager to run, when they were not stumbling on their tails or feet. And now, they snored like tiny engines. Isik slowly slunk from the bench and sat on his knees with Rehu’s help.

“They are lively. Rehai and Reho told me they were driving you crazy but you are enjoying their presence,” commented Rehu, preparing their meals. Today’s meal was a vegetable soup, though Rehu had managed to grab a bowl of some sour cream. The Komodo Dragon added it to his soup to thicken it. For the sides, they had salted fish, so dry and rigid they were like sticks; they had to dip them in the soup.

But Isik glanced at the goat cheese; It had to be the Reshis’ gift. Or Mehi, the merchant living in the mountains further north.

He wanted it…

But Isik resisted. He imitated Rehu by grabbing one fish, dipping it into the soup, and stirring the liquid. Then, he bit a chunk off the crispy and salty meat.

“No. They were driving me insane,” he said, looking at the rain outside. At the pitter-patter from the pond before he turned to Rehu. “But I am starting to love all of it.”

“Them?”

“No… This,” explained Isik, waving his fish stick around. Then, another bite off. “This island, This peace, this serenity, and this role I have been given. It’s... surprisingly relaxing.”

Rehu’s brows were raised, Isik saw that. But his face spoke to Rehu’s budding breasts, taking another fish.

“Do you remember when I arrived here? When I hated everything? How I spent days moping in the bedroom after you impregnated me for the first time?”

Rehu stopped, halfway biting a fish, blinking at Isik and sighed, nodding silently. “I do. I am sorry, Iseek.”

“Don’t be, you big boy,” answered the Snow Leopard, looking back towards the splashes of rain on the pond. “I was lost, confused, and angry. But it wasn’t only at you, I was angry because… All my life, I have been running after something. I had my role as a fashion model, but I wanted more. I was planning to take a break with friends, but I was taking photos so I could farm clout on Toktik.”

“Toktik? I… You explained it to me, I think,” replied Rehu, pensive.

“Something that allowed me to talk with a lot of people. I wanted everyone to love me, to want me. But it wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t enough.”

Cupping the bowl, Isik took a sip before putting it down and shifting his posture. His legs were killing him, so he sat sideways, on his right cheek, with his legs at the patio’s edge, where the reed roof couldn’t protect them.

Rehu, for himself, remained sitting but listened, thoughtful.

“When I arrived here, I was angry I was cut from my little life and the hopes I had built for myself. But then everyone loved me, wanted me all of a sudden. Even if it was for me to lay their eggs. And then I finally understood. I was wanting the affection that I couldn’t... wouldn’t get from my family. From me mum, me father, anyone... except a few exceptional friends.”

Isik stayed silent, letting Rehu take in the information. Then, Rehu nodded, his eyes asking for more.

“Now I don’t need that. To be known or loved by all. It’s not the faceless others who need to love me. I need to love myself and accept where I am, currently.”

“Is this… Recent?”

“No,” answered Isik, changing his posture to lean forward… To let the weight of his belly and breasts press on his bent legs, keeping them close to him despite the pressure on his belly. He was searching for a comfortable posture, for his back and belly. He still hadn’t figured out one that was perfect.

“I have been thinking about it for a long time but I have yet to put it all into words and say it out loud. I saw that rain and those kids… And I asked myself, wouldn’t it be great if it would stay as serene and peaceful as it is now? Like… all this could stop at one moment. But it won’t. It won’t ever change.”

The Snow Leopard smiled, leaning his cheeks onto his knees despite the pressure. He closed his eyes for a second, exhaling.

“I am not out there, out beyond the island. Out there, my life could have gone tits up in a matter of seconds if I make some minor mistake. But here? It’s stable, calm, and peaceful. You all have it figured out. You almost never fight… You play, you craft, you work, you relax. You can do whatever you want. I could even learn new things!”

“I am… Unsure Rehai would be happy about it.”

“It’s his loss. He knows he can’t control me nor do I want to be. I want to be more, to learn more. Being desired is great and all but I think I want to grow, too.”

Rehu didn’t say a word but the sound of the crunching fishsticks was somewhat fitting for the situation as much as the pitter-patter. The children were still asleep, their little kickings in their slumber were adorable, giving Isik a small smile. Isik looked back at Reshu, glazing at the Komodo Dragon’s chest, before he reached to hand Rehu his soup.

“Rehu?”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s leave the village. I want to explore some more,” chuckled Isik, listening to Rehu coughing in surprise. It was a surprise for Rehu; it was going to be a whole ‘nother thing for Rehai. Assuredly, the old Komodo Dragon would fight the idea.

And he fought it.

Oh, he fought it, vehemently, and tried to dissuade Isik from going out. Because of the pregnancy, yes. It might stir tensions if Isik was to leave on his own suddenly, yes. Plus, there were the children, of course.

All those arguments, Isik had to consider them if he so much as wanted to explore and leave the village for somewhere else which Rehu reminded him like a broken record.

But then again… It is a stupid idea to condemn one person,like Isik, to one single village. Someone so strong-willed and independent.

Someone who, despite the pregnancy, still left Rehai’s house with Rehu’s help. A little trek, the two of them said, taking along the children in tow. They were not named yet since they were still too young and depended on Isik, but he sometimes called them the Rehu juniors. Or the Rehus as they looked no different than their Dad.

And so with the original and the juniors nipping at his heels, Isik left the village.

The ascension towards the valley’s edge was an utter murder on the Snow Leopard’s legs, more so for his back despite the added straps and sashes holding onto his breasts and heavily-sagging belly. His hands often went over his back to massage it, even though they were only ascending the stone stairs.

And, well, it was quite the ordeal for him to stand up again when they took a break at the village’s threshold, on an overgrown bench.

“Do you want to return home? Rehai won’t get angry.”

“Angry!” “Angry!” repeated the small children, knowing whom they were talking about.

“No… It’s just. I need to catch my breath, Rehu. Say… Have you ever left the village for another?”

“Huh… Yes. But tell my Father I did not.”

Isik sighed, about to groan as he started to push himself up from the bench. However, Rehu was fast in reaching for Isik’s legs and back. His arms dwarfed the Snow Leopard, who shouted and started to kick, and squirm against Rehu’s chest as he was hefted like a mere sack of potatoes that weighed as much as feathers.

“Rehu! What are you doing? Let me go! I can walk!” roared the Snow Leopard.

“Yes, you can. But if we go at your pace, we’ll be at the other villages next moon, and Rehai will find you.”

“ugh, My poor pride, Rehu,” grumbled Isik, falling limp. He, then, brought his arms closer to his chest, pouting. “I’m not that slow...”

“Yes, you are. But I can bear your weight. That’s what I’m for and we can take the roads unknown by my father.”

“I’m not that slow…” continued Isik, his tone taking on someone who was resigned to their fate. He watched how the hatchlings ran ahead and back, then around. Still so small and yet they were all big balls of energy. They ran so fast that they were exhausting the Snow Leopard just by looking at them. So… he sighed, finally accepting his situation as grumbled out the words, “Fine. fine, fine, fine, I am slow.”

“This is no problem.”

It was indeed not a problem for Rehu, who enjoyed the walk on the paved road. The vines and plants were still overgrown, with a few roots managing to break through the stone. However, the roads were maintained enough that someone could make their way through the rainforest canopy. To confirm what Isik guessed, the villages were often trading with each other.

The market often bustled with more Komodos than he could count, and sometimes new faces he hadn’t seen before popped up. Some that weren’t currently sleeping in the common houses during events and the like.

“How many villages do you have?” asked Isik, looking at one hunting cabin on the fringe of the road.

Contrary to most structures he had seen from the Komodo Dragon, the Cabin was small and entirely made of wood with reed used for the roof. However, it was currently empty, and the little fire pit in the front of it was extinguished and had been for a while it seemed.

So, his eyes looked to Rehu’s pectorals, then to his muzzle seen from below.

“Three big ones. But we have more little villages and communities. Before… Twice my moons, there were six villages, but they were smaller. And they constantly fought about the Idol. So-”

“You fought?”

“We hold melees during the summer solstice, each year. That way, we won’t wage war like the outside. But you couldn’t see it since… Well... You were sick.”

“Damn pregnancy,” grumbled Isik, crossing his arms, swaying in the Komodo Dragon’s arms. “So… They fought?”

“Oh yes, sorry,” chuckled Rehu, adjusting his grip on Isik’s arms. “We fought over who held the Idol each year. But one year, our Elders fought not for the idol… But for settling our villages indefinitely.”

“To settle indefinitely?”

“Before that, when a village lost, they had to exchange places with the losers.”

“Oh.”

The mere logistics of it made Isik’s head swirl. They were not a city the like of New York. But there were so many Komodo Dragons.

“So… It held?”

“Four years. Then, another village won. But their elders decided to keep the same rule. Three villages holding against all others. It ended all the conflicts, and over time, the other villages decided to integrate with us.”

“That’s… Strange,” blinked Isik. “So. You had more villages. But since your village decided not to move, they ended up… Merging with yours?”

“We have the most fertile land; the Idol’s blessings are the strongest in our village,” said Rehu, smiling.

Then, he gestured at something with his chin.

Isik turned his head and saw the hatchlings yapping and bouncing around an adult who carried something on his back.

The Snow Leopard was certain he had already seen him before, especially with those eyes that had a glimmer of gold instead of red. But he couldn’t remember the names… Not even as Rehu nodded at the adult, and so did Isik. Isik, who was soon reminded of his situation and buried his face between Rehu’s arm and chest, his cheeks burning out of embarrassment.

The stranger wasn’t interested in discussing, and as he passed by, evidently bothered by the children, he didn’t say a single word. Isik pulled his head back out, after telling himself to get over the embarrassment, to take a quick glance past Rehu’s shoulders, confirming what Isik saw before: the dragon was a carrier with a wooden backpack, with it stuffed with a block of clay.

“And all the other villages are trading with you.”

“Yes,” confirmed Rehu, gripping Isik and fighting the Snow Leopard so he would lay in his arms as they continued. “We are trading and hosting the market. We are generous with food, and they are generous with… Stuff. Like wood.”

“Uh huh, what else?”

A simple question. But Rehu proved to be no different than Rehai when it came to the entire Island. When Rehai was talking about plants and medications, he could talk for ages and bore Isik to death. But Rehu? Well, he seemed to know the Island by heart.

More than that, as they took breaks to let the children have a drink or munch on fried chicken, Rehu pointed out details about the branching roads going further into the rainforest. Still, they followed the main road for the moment, until they arrived in another village.

As the second settlement Isik witnessed, it started strong with a stonewall sprouting from behind the trees. Tall, almost five meters, it was not manned at all. The Snow Leopard had to crane his neck, likewise to their children, to admire the stonework and the different Komodo Dragons carved into the profile on the stone. They walked alongside it, following the wall until they found a wide-open door that was, luckily enough, guarded by two Komodo Dragons wielding spears.

They looked absurdly bored. But once the two chubby Reptiles saw Isik and the hatchlings, they were quickly beaming with joy and asking about the children. Asking Isik when the Eslan was going to join them and bear their eggs. It was… Less of a check to see if they were allowed to enter and more of a slew of questions about Isik’s future plans and pregnancies.

“I don’t know! You should ask Rehai!” He answered almost all the questions, trying to wiggle himself off from any commitment until the guards let them pass inside the village, burgeoning behind the wall.

They were soon met with a different type of place.

Most of what Isik had seen from the Komodo architecture was carved stones and wood. However, both presented dull tones as well as a lack of decoration. Entering the second village? Well, it was closer to getting his senses and eyes assaulted by an entirely new world. All the houses still bore that same architecture with a flat roof and wooden beams sprouting from the sides to bear the weight. However, they were made of bricks of varying colors. Some were gray, devoid of colors like the main village, but other houses were green, yellow, or a mixture of colors altogether. Isik even saw a rainbow house that made him question the sanity and taste of the inhabitants.

Like the first village, the doors and windows were constantly open, allowing anyone to enter should they fancy it. However, the place was not as verdant as the first village. There were a few trees located in the middle of abandoned squares. Some houses bore a few gardens sticking close to their backdoors or entrance.

But it looked like nature had been tamed here. However, they were compensating with the colors and the statues of trees, plants, even overgrown flowers ascending to the sky with their striated nature.

There was the sound of stones being hammered, the smell of fresh clay, and those pretty caustic dyes. It was the latter that assaulted Isik’s nose until he had to beg Rehu to walk faster from the rotten egg smelling colored clouds puffing out from some workshops.

The hatchlings, however, were happy to yap about and it often took Isik’s repeated cries to get them to stay near, despite the kids’ natural curiosity. They earned a few amused gazes from the other Komodo Dragons; they even took the opportunity to ask Isik whether or not he was there to be “gifted”. Again, he quickly deflected all the questions back to “ask Rehai” and made Rehu whisk them away to another village. He might have missed the stone forum or the statues’ galleries, but Isik wanted to not be dragged into another session breeding.

Rehu obviously obliged. It was only one hour later Isik, Rehu, and the Hatchlings were again met with the same questions. However, the scenery was different.

Brick houses no longer surrounded them. Instead, there were tall thick trees, which Isik felt like he was on the planet Endor, that served as supports for a suspended village, hanging on the branches and nestled around the massive tree trunks.

Rehu told him it was a hunting village, outsourcing beast skins, furs, and also the fabrics that were used to weave Isik’s sashes.

This village felt like it belonged to nature: some houses were dug into the trees, with the rooms inside presenting a “gnarly” look, and Isik was not so keen on touching the walls. Yet, he was impressed by how they grew furniture from plants while integrating the furs and bones as decorations, even if everything looked Primal. And the many vertiginous drops as the village spiraled from the bottom to the tops of the trees.

Without fail, the Komodo Dragons were begging to gift Isik their love and with such feverish desire, it ruined Isik’s desire to explore the other villages as the outcome would be the same.

Still, he saw the leather workers and their workshops at the higher levels, after a long climb up with Rehu’s help. They worked on animal pelts that could have belonged to feral Tigers or other predators. Likewise, he saw how the woodcarvers and plant-sculptors used obsidian tools to carve out the shapes where the plants would grow. This village also sourced gears from what looked like wood but with the weight and density of stone, though they did not reveal what the gears’ purposes were. There were still many things he couldn't get to see. He didn’t see the weavers who crafted the sashes or those crafting his velvety pillows that were so wondrously soft and yet firm. He also noticed the lack of cattle or pets, yet, every house had dried meat dangling right by the door for any guests to snack on. So many different traditions on this island. But Isik had more questions as he wondered where the wool used for his bed came from, the same for the obsidian and who cut it, who meld them into tools.

No, he had far too many questions, and yet...

He could not visit all the villages, not yet at least.

Despite his most pressing wishes, he could only skim through their lives, only catching a glimpse of a few details, But he wished he knew how those Komodo Dragons moved effortlessly, like a wonderful waltz, from tree to tree. Or how they obtained or created the dyes in the second village. Hell, the more he thought about it all. The more he wanted to know, as he was likely the only one alive who could witness such an old and amazing civilization…

But alas no.

-

“…are you going to stay angry at me for long?” Isik warily asked, shrinking further into his chair while trying not to think about the pair of red eyes focused on him, boring into him.

A hand tapped on the armrest while the glare continued, though Isik could understand why.

Rehai’s face was swollen, especially around the left eye. The Elder’s movements betrayed his front of anger and frustration. His arms and shoulders must be sore since he received quite the number of hits.

However, Rehai’s nasty uppercuts and punches had, to Isik’s amazement, left the opposite Elders worse for wear, even though they had been tag-teaming him. Well, Rehai was definitely a nasty and aging Reptile who loved to bother Isik, but he proved himself today to be far more than that a total asshole.

“Look, I am sorry, okay? I wanted to visit the island, but you refused every single time and I had no idea.”

“I… Warned you,” said Rehai, wincing, before spitting blood on the stone ground as he finally decided to relax and reclined onto the chair.

They weren’t seated in a lodge per se, but by virtue of being an Eslan, Isik had been given the spot on the right of Rehai during these Summer Solstice fights. A canopy had been outstretched above their heads, an entanglement of reds and whites, though the lazy breeze sometimes shook it and brought the blinding light to the Snow Leopard as he tried to recline on his own seat. Isik tried not to focus too much on the pummeling happening in the arena ahead since it was somewhat hard to watch acquaintances hit each other.

Located behind the pyramid, Isik thought this stretch of land was some unused construction site, surrounded by the workshops and the Reshis’ inn. However, during the few days before the Summer Solstice, villagers from all over the Island came to construct tents, little huts of wood and reed, while the locals, under Rehai’s guidance, built the fighting pit and filled it with sand.

Rehu told him Isik was how the tribe settled their conflicts. Still, it felt wrong for Isik as he watched the big Lizards go at it while being cheered by their fellows.

Rehai’s fight had been such a nasty battle too as Rehai had to participate to keep Isik within the village. With Rehai’s win, Isik wasn't forced to move to another village.

Somehow, Isik was glad he didn’t have to leave. Yet, he remained angry and increasingly petty from the berating he has been receiving from Rehai over the last few weeks before the solstice.

“Warned me? You told me it was dangerous for me to go outside!”

“It was dangerous,” snapped back Rehai, grabbing a waterskin to rub it against his face.

“I thought you meant fuckin’ predators, not that I would be fought over like some vulgar sex toy.” Isik was half tempted to throw his arms into the air in annoyance but thought better of it.

“I don’t know what sex toy is. But yes, people will fight over you and they will do so every year,” grumbled Rehai, reclining further back into his chair.

“Sorry,” mumbled Isik. From now on, it meant Rehai would have to fight to keep Isik around. “Does it hurt a lot?”

The glare he received from Rehai said enough, and Isik turned away. Rehu was not here, heck, even most Elders were gone. Some preferred to talk trades and exchanges while others went about their days as usual, as some did not enjoy the fighting. In the end, only Isik and Rehai sat before the fighting pit.

With a glance, he looked at the other “lodges” and how some Komodo Dragons were glancing at them, whispering between themselves.

Then, with a sigh, he turned towards Rehai.

“Fine. What will it take?”

“Take what, Eslan?” barked Rehai, pressing the waterskin on his swollen eye, not bothering to look at Isik.

At that moment, Isik stood up. He was no longer stuffed with eggs, though at least eight men had already impregnated him, but he could move. He could feel the heat nagging him as he walked around towards Rehai’s side. He snatched the waterskin from Rehai’s hands to press it firmly on the eyebrow’s arch, where the skin was most swollen. Rehai let out a small hiss in reply.

“We should make peace,” said Isik, feeling the trembling underneath his touch. “Every time we talk, I have the impression you’re out to antagonize me.”

“You are at fault.”

“Shit, Rehai! Work with me here,” huffed Isik, pressing harder despite the Komodo Dragon’s increased hiss. One advantage of being an Eslan in public was that Rehai couldn’t lash out at him. Or at least, not in front of the other villages’ Elders. “Everyone knows you have it out for me. Even the other Elders are asking me if I’m okay being with you. They ask me if I should relocate to their houses with Rehu.”

“Well. Go to them,” grunted Rehai.

Isik rolled his eyes skyward and decided to settle on another approach. He snatched one of his sashes supporting his tits, tore it apart and opened the waterskin. He poured some water on the cloth, letting it soak it up, then pressed it onto Rehai’s brow.

“I will not because, despite all your frustrating ways, I am trying not to undermine you.”

“You did.”

“No... I asked for freedom, but you only answered with curt replies and insults. So now… What hell will it take?”

“Take what? You haven’t answered me, Eslan.”

“Take so that we are not at each other's throats. So whenever I ask you something, you give me a clear answer, and you listen to my opinions.”

A snort. A snort as Rehai looked away, spitting more blood on the stone ground.

“You no longer bear Rehu’s eggs. You’ll be everyone’s Eslan.”

“Done,” said Isik, again rolling his eyes. But the burning gaze he received from Rehai was everything he needed to know. “What? Did you think I’d refuse?”

“Hmm… Yes.”

“Did you talk with Reho recently?”

“N-”

“No, of course not,” Isik drawled, stepping back and crossing his arms. “I asked him to give me the list of the partners he approves of. I know I cannot keep myself tied to Rehu and he agreed.”

“You do not bear his eggs? That brood won’t have his eggs?”

“No eggs from Rehu. Happy now?”

Rehai blinked, passing a hand over his muzzle… Then, he growled. The way he tried to avoid Isik’s gaze, how he looked down… It was oh so reminiscent of Rehu.

Of course Rehai wouldn't admit it, and Isik sighed, his shoulders dropping as he pushed a hand against the Komodo Dragon’s chest, finding little resistance, probably from the surprise.

However, the Snow Leopard wasn’t one to forego his advantage. He pushed and clambered onto Rehai’s lap, Isik glancing over his shoulders as he looked at the other Elders in their lodges, staring back, in what Isik assumes, in lust and excitement.

They had a nice audience for the show Isik was about to perform.

At that point, Isik had already flashed his asshole to so many people; it didn’t matter if they looked at his massive round bouncy cheeks with the muscles straining from the fatty rump under those rosettes-covered fur. They could glance at the cum still sticking to his vertically-split hole, observe the rim that was swollen and forming a neatly-defined entrance.

Moreover, it was not the sole detail that caught the eyes as Isik’s genitals landed on Rehai’s nuts. Sure, the Snow Leopard was small compared to the elder or even Rehu… But he had noted, over the months, that he had gained some… Girth and length over time. No, he did not possess a humongous mast that was almost a third of his size, like Rehai and his forty inches. But nearly a foot was already a generous length he possessed as he let it dangle and rub against the Komodo Dragon’s belly, his orange-sized nuts rubbing against that monstrous cock.

“What are you doing, Eslan?”

“Isik,” grunted the Snow Leopard, hastily swatting Rehai’s hand away from his hips, about to push him away. “We have an audience. What will the other villages think if you refuse to “gift” me, hmm?”

“You,” growled Rehai, sighing. But finally, he let Isik work his magic. The Feline’s hands were soft, extremely so, with his paws stroking that veiny length and letting the blood rush inside it.

The veins throbbed with life, bulged underneath the black foreskin as the folds were slowly peeling, unveiling the purplish tip.

“Oh, yes me,” continued Isik, sarcastic as he grabbed one of the Komodo Dragon’s hands to bring it on his roundish ass. “Play along, Rehai. You don’t want them to question your relationship with me.”

And so, almost like Rehai was under orders, he massaged those cheeks, squeezed on them. He stroked the soft fur; those digits went further than spreading those cakes away. No, he had two fingers pushing into the crevice, hastily and brutally playing with Isik’s hole, stretching it. Stretching it to the limit, exposing the plushy red walls as the summer’s hot air brushed against the entrance. Isik swore he heard a distant gasp as he continued to stroke, careful with his breathing.

“You are difficult. You refused my help. And you continue to taunt me,” started Rehai.

“Amazing pillow talk,” Isik quipped, arching his back to better present his orifice to those fingers, clambering further up onto Rehai’s chest. He presented his asshole better, getting all the eyes from the witnesses. The Snow Leopard had his hands on the Komodo Dragon’s chest, squeezing it while glancing up, attempting to meet with the red eyes.

“But you’re a cunt, too. You helped me get here. You’re helping me for the children. If it wasn’t for that… I’d refuse to do this,” snarked Isik, growling and lightly moaning as he felt a third finger going inside, rubbing against his rim. No, Rehai was not gentle with it. Maybe he was getting a kick out of messing with Isik. Though… It was kinda deserved.

“You refuse your role unless it suits you. You didn’t want to be with the children, at first,” said Rehai, spiteful. Isik also had a mountain pettiness and spite as he kneed the nearest ball for a moment. He had some weight on him now, and a knee definitely wasn't appreciated. though, Rehai kept up a tough front.

“I’m learning and doing my best. I didn’t choose this, but I decided to make the best of it while you keep pointing fingers.”

Rehai’s fingers finally pulled out with a squelch.

By then, through the massage and teasing, or through the perfume of men sticking to Isik’s fur, Rehai was erect. His cock throbbed. His shaft stiffened and pointed up. However, he had to recline further to accommodate his belly and his cock, halfway lying on the chair while Isik straddled his belly.

“I can see that you are bringing too many changes in our tribe. You are forcing your ideas. And might corrupt the young generations.”

“Oh so… now it’s- Hrmphh! A boomer issue?” grunted Isik, lifted up by Rehai and forced to sit on the cocktip… To feel its warming presence as the tip was almost as wide as his torso. Yet, he could feel it rubbing against his entrance. It rested against the rim before forcing it to pry open,stretching it. His hole burned… Yes, but less than before. He could thank his many pregnancies for that.

And it wasn’t like Isik hated it. He trained, worked on taking bigger and bigger dicks now. The golden eggs he was given were not enough for him, same as the “dildos” fashioned for the older Eslani.

He was a size-queen. And he would absolutely act like one as the cocktip started to slip inside.

“I don’t know what that word means, Eslan,” huffed Rehai, putting his hands on Isik’s hips, no longer caring about watching the fight or the other lodges. Rehai’s entire field of view was filled with his own cock and Isik slowly taking the cock down with many squelches.

“It’s a generational thing, out there,” grumbled Isik as he no longer fought against Rehai. He fell forward, letting gravity take its course until the Snow Leopard’s breasts landed on the Komodo Dragon’s potbelly. He craned his neck, then let it drop, his muzzle with it, on the Elder’s chest, the chin pressed between the sweaty and dirty pecs. “But the old generation doesn’t like when I bring new ideas? Well too fuckin’ bad. I want everyone to be better, feel better and not be stuck up.”

“You corrupted Rehu,” growled Rehai again, one inch slipping inside, with a loud pop and more huffs from Isik. “With your talk about the outside and its values.”

“I… Did not. He wants to… To learn,” gritted out Isik, his fur bristling and his tail swaying. Taking Rehai was maybe not such a wise choice as he felt more of the spear slip inside and the pressure on his inner walls growing. A few more inches, and he would get his prostate crushed.

At the same time… It felt good. The Heat was rearing its ugly head now. Not constantly, not egging him on to get bred. Whenever he got a waft of hot Komodo Dragon musk? Oh, he was excited.

And Rehai? After such a battle, with the scent of blood and sweat sticking to him? It drove Isik to the edge as he continued to impale himself further and further down.

His eyes narrowly rolled in their sockets, and his eyelids fluttered… Oh, it was feeling oh so good. Good enough he popped a boner he rubbed against the potbelly, against the fat on that belly round as if Rehai had been stuffing his mouth with beer. Cum dripped from Isik’s dick as his prostate was getting squeezed so hard, only the faintest ejaculation could be forced out. And his lowerbelly? It bulged like he was already pregnant with many eggs.

“You will not… Corrupt them,” grunted Rehai, hitting further and his expression… Tensing?

Isik caught that detail and he grinned, his tail fluttering as he shifted his posture a bit and used his knees and legs to rub Rehai’s cock with them while he was penetrated… Slowly but surely Filled.

“That’s… Not your problem… You... Want an Eslan. You… Can have it. But… I’ll stand on my ground… They all...can choose.”

Isik added that with a snarl, not even fighting it as Rehai’s cock was forced deeper inside him. Isik felt his guts churning with that massive cock. The precum already oozed inside of him; it felt like he had eaten two meals at once. Yet, that was not even the half, but he endured it stoically.

“We… Can do it... our ways. As long as… We do not… get in each other’s way.”

“Hrmph… Maybe,” growled in return Rehai, his cock spurting and spewing more precum inside, filling those guts with that dense liquid as his cock was throbbing harder and more often.

It must have been a long time since he last fucked. And Isik used it to his advantage, even though it looked more and more like a battle of stamina between the two. Especially for the witnesses and even the fighters who had stopped to watch the Eslan getting stuffed with cock.

Inch by inch, the two were snarling and growling at each other. But the progress was there, and Isik’s belly was fully round by the time half of Rehai’s length was inside.

Isik’s belly was stretched; his breathing was hard. Their heartbeats drummed in tandem but with a different tempo. And who was losing? Rehai was losing, his face tense.

His nostrils dilated. The teeth were flashed. Oh, and that tail swept the ground behind the chair while his legs were extended. Isik, on the other hand, was getting used to being penetrated by things that were so big they put all his notions in anatomy in perspective. He was getting used to being fucked and used by most males…

One more cock was not a problem, even though he was just as hard as Rehai and spewing precum all over Rehai’s chest.

He even tried something as he pushed himself up a little bit, showcasing his bulging belly full of dragon cock and swaying rows of breasts, dripping milk. Isik reached for one of his lower breasts, the lowest pair, and passed a finger over the right one. Over the plushy flesh, over the thin fur covering the D-cup tits. And then circling the nipples. Then, he went to the one higher, already going to the E-cup… Then… Up to the second biggest, still E-cup. And finally, the last one. Not quite reaching the size above, but edging on the limit as Isik stroked them before the Elder’s eyes.

“You are… Not used to fucking. Poor old Rehai,” chuckled and coughed Isik, mocking the Elder. “If we agree, I might...come... and enjoy your presence sometimes. You must be missing the sensation.”

Beyond that, he even winked… And gave that cock a hardy squeeze with his legs, finally pushing Rehai over the edge. An action he regretted as he felt the two-course meal in his belly suddenly doubled. Rehai must have been pent-up. The moment Isik let Rehai cum, letting him empty his beanbag-sized nuts… It felt like someone was shoved a water cannon in his guts. his belly filled, it stretched, and went taut like his last pregnancy and then beyond. He gargled, coughed, spat… And the more he spat, the whiter was the liquid until what he coughed was a mix of saliva, bile… And cum. So much cum. It flowed up, even traveled up his nose before it sputtered out of his nostrils, forming little cum-bubbles that instantly popped after a second while the semen continued to pour out.

He squirmed, he wiggled, he tried to drop sideways with his weight to get off but he couldn’t.

Rehai was so firmly lodged inside Isik, the Snow Leopard couldn’t free himself. And the Elder seemed to have more in store. His scrotum was contracting and releasing constantly; the skin was pulled one moment only to be released the moment after, and then pulled back up again. All… All to release that endless flow that stuffed Isik’s body and throat, it made him wince and cough. He couldn’t breathe. He-

Splurt

The flow finally stopped and it became easier to move, to endure… No. It felt like everything was spilling out from both ends as he remained on the now cum and milky covered chest, his muzzle rubbing against it all Still, the scent of blood, sweat, dust, and wooden essences remained. Scents he barely perceived beyond the cum stuck in his nostrils. He tried to make sense of the situation.

Outside, everyone could see the Eslan now lying on his oversized belly that looked like someone shoved a beach ball in it. Isik was in a precarious equilibrium with him stabilizing himself by a shaky hand, while his asshole was no different than a cum-fountain.

The eyes were on the oversized asshole and the cock that was rubbing against it, hard like a pole…

Isik, finally, groaned as he looked up. He could only see the muzzle, but he had not gone stupid. And so… He sputtered again one word: “Thanks.”

“I agree.”

The words came, and Isik blinked, pressing one weak finger on one nostril to blow out all the cum still stuck inside it.

“Agree?” he said, the voice awfully hopeful and excited.

“I agree… That we disagree. Eslan… Isik. But we can work together to make the situation easier.”

-

“Hmm, hmm. It’ll suit you better!” said Isik, smiling as he held out one sash. Red, just like Rehu’s eye color. It was one of the largest, too. The smallest, Isik couldn’t use them anymore to bolster his size, but he sometimes used a few around his limbs and waist, like makeshift belts or fashion statements.

Today, he wore the typical reinforced leather collars and a procession of purple and golden sashes that intermingled and mixed. Their colors shifted from the top breasts, starting at gold, then going purple, then gold again, purple, and finally, the two colors mixed to form the intricate braid that sported his belly like a basket.

A belly… Again, stuffed with eggs. So much so Isik had given up on leaving the village or refusing the Komodo Dragons’ help when moving around. His back was stronger, but it constantly strained under the effort as he was only a few weeks away from laying the eggs.

Still, with almost a dozen eggs in the oven, and his asshole constantly vying for attention, Isik had to fight to resist the appeal to get more cum pumped inside.

However, today, he wanted it to be special. It was late in the winter, though the only difference was in the breeze and the weather pattern…. But today, it was Rehu’s birthday.

He managed to snag that information from Rehai after one of their “sessions” where they talked about education for the new generations. And therefore, he wanted to offer his favorite Komodo Dragon a moment for himself.

Plus, a few extra gifts. The sashes would be free; the Reshis were preparing a feast for Rehu with the children that could amble around. And many villagers were chipping in to handle the Hatchlings today.

“Are you sure?” asked Rehu. Through the help of the Elder Komodo Dragon by their side, Rehu finally had the sash wrapped around his budding tits. He had... well, a pair of tits almost as big as Isik’s after his fourth pregnancy. Yet, the Komodo Dragon was not lactating enough. His nipples were perky and redder, but he was far from meeting Isik’s production.

Even now, the Snow Leopard had to get himself milked regularly or he would be leaking, like he was now. A detail he ignored as he reached up, fighting his back pain, to adjust one sash and have it properly bolster the Komodo Dragon’s left breast.

“I am sure!” beamed Isik, admiring the sight. There was no baby bump for Rehu as he was not an Eslan. But he was getting a proper rack. One the Snow Leopard was almost proud of as he looked around, expecting to find some hatchling but was quickly reminded that the children were somewhere else.

It was strange to see the hatchlings age so quickly, and yet… Isik felt like he hadn’t aged one bit.

“That’s… Strange. I never saw a Komodo Dragon with… Tits, Iseek,” mumbled Rehu, reaching for his chest before he let his hands drop. He was still getting adjusted to them, oftentimes extending his arms as if he would hit them. But no.

“Rehai didn’t clue me in, but hey, it’s not a problem. Plus, you can help with the kids, you know they already love you!” chuckled Isik, patting Rehu’s back while nodding to the Elder. Nothing would be traded for that sash. It was a gift. Sashes and such clothes were only made for Eslani. The Komodo Dragons had a whole culture of being naked, and yet found ways to develop such beautifully colorful fabrics all for the comfort of the breeders and females.

An amusing thought Isik kept in mind while they stepped away from the little shop.

“Where do we go, Iseek?”

“Hmmm. Wherever you want,” answered Isik, shielding his eyes so he wouldn’t be blinded by the sun’s rays.

The tailor’s workshop was luckily near the village center, hidden compared to the carpenters and stone tailors. Most of the former had their stores still packed with furniture; however, their numbers were beginning to diminish. It explained something Isik saw on his first day at the village.

Most workshops were stuffed to the brim and seemingly abandoned. But it was merely that they had nothing to trade or receive. The village had been stagnant for so long with no increase in population.

Finally, with the families slowly expanding, it was like life was breathed into the streets. The Komodo Dragons were not by no means lazy, but almost decades without new inhabitants forced them to focus on farming and nothing more.

It seemed different for Isik as he watched the workers chat and wave at him, working together to lift heavy weights like it was nothing or employing their obsidian tools for their different crafts.

They still relied on obsidian… But Isik thought it should change…

“I’ll have to lift you, is this okay, Iseek?”

The Snow Leopard nodded to the question, approaching Rehu, who lifted him like he was a little cute kitten, easily and effortlessly. Those sexy arms … He could even sleep in them, now.

Plus, there was the additional padding Isik could sleep against. Rehu’s chest was warm, so much so Isik couldn’t stop himself from purring against it as they followed the streets and the path away from the Pyramid, taking the way they came the first time Isik entered the village, but in reverse.

On their way, the houses remained open and empty, as their inhabitants were busy working, but they looked… Prepared.

Families waited for their turns, wishing for a strong hatchling by attaching wind chimes above their doors. Some even went as far as adding a slew of potted plants at the entrance of their gardens, as if those flowers would usher a new life into their homes.

And… Well, there were the paintings.

It was something Isik had been inquiring about and had done once. That day, he had been delivered a few baskets filled with painting supplies from the traders and had been allowed to spend the whole day painting on a wall.

By the end of his day, the wall looked closer to a Picasso artwork than anything else. But the villagers were so amazed and curious about the idea that they, too, started to paint their houses. Some with mitigated success, while some others had a clear talent for painting.

The murals started with representations of Isik, as if the mere invocation of the Snow Leopard would bring them an egg. Yet, the subjects changed, and with it, Isik witnessed the beauty of a flower drawn up close, almost to stunning detail and perfection.

It looked lovely as he turned, their paths leading up but not the entrance Isik had taken before.

The stairs were clean, but a little overgrown. Beyond the belt of houses surrounding the Pyramid, the structures were growing sparse, with bigger gardens or abandoned fields, the opposite to the terraces on the other side of the valley. The south side was untamed, savage, with large trees slowly growing and extending the canopy when they were not cut by the Komodo Dragons.

Rehu continued the march up, taking the steps left, then right, following a path that was leaving less and less room for Nature and plants.

But a glance behind, and Isik could see the colored canopies sprawling above the streets and roofs, extended to protect the stores the Komodo Dragons kept, whether in pots or dangling from racks.

From afar, he could still see the village and could delineate some “districts”. At the center, the workshops and ateliers were concentrated, mainly following the river down to the stone wall. The proving arena was behind the Pyramid, opposite the river. Then, north of the river were the Reshis’ inn and further, the long road with all the Elders’ houses aligned.

But he also saw the hunters’ houses, with the darker-colored canopies. Or the farmers, stacking along the main path leading up to the fields. In the northwest, the market was a sprawling place where every Komodo Dragon could get a mat and show what they could trade. Such a crude method, but under the yellow canopies, this was the Island’s beating heart.

The vision caught Isik’s eyes, entirely, before it was taken up by a stone wall as the stairs seemed to have been dug inside a hill.

Isik sighed, returning to press his muzzle against Rehu’s breasts, rubbing his nostrils against them.

“We are almost there,” said Rehu, almost to warn Isik as the stone seemed to swallow them. It was one of the oldest structures, Isik guessed, as luminescent mushrooms were glowing, attached to the ceiling in their ascension to, what Isik assumed, was the top. The cyan glow was perfect for illuminating the murals carved in the stone, representing the exodus the Komodo Dragons had when they left their homelands.

It showed how they had sprawling cities that started to fight for a rare resource before a few took to the sea. When Isik pointed that out, the first time he came here, Rehu was ashamed and explained he thought that was only one of his Father’s tales of myth. Rehu had no clue that this was a depiction of what actually happened.

The murals explained how they landed on and left many islands, discovering more civilizations and species along the way. They showed the illnesses, the famine, the pain, too. It was a story that was worth being told, though it seemed Isik was the only one from the outside world to witness any of it.

Then, the story went over the arrival, the Idol that had been carried all along finding its place at the top of a Golden Pyramid and radiating with its powers over all the Komodo Dragons. Forming a shield against which enemies threw spears without even hurting the praying Komodo Dragons.

Then, the story continued with the first Eslan. A lost Canine who, through the impregnation, got a body that was similar to Rehu’s, having a single pair of breasts while having little changes, and they bore many generations which started the traditions.

However, as the story went on and more Komodo Dragons were birthed, the first Eslan seemed older… Until the day the Eslan died.

It was the end of the mural, with the Eslan on the burning pyre, another Eslan was landing on the Island.

As Rehu continued the ascension, the stone surrounding them finally gave way. The stairs remained with banisters, but the stone was no longer surrounding them. Therefore, the view changed as the village was a lot farther away, the building looking like little lego bricks. Even the jungle acted like it was forming an umbrella from so far up. They were on one of the highest peaks on the island, towering above everything else but the mountain range further north. With that, the view was almost perfect, yet the ascension wasn’t done.

There were only a few steps left, one flight until they arrived on a circular platform. The cool marine breeze stroked Isik’s fur and nose, his breathing shorter. With the altitude, everything seemed much different. And he was finally let go, able to step on the carved stone atop the peak.

This place had a purpose, and the pyre at the center was used for ceremonies. The inside had been emptied for a long while, although it could have been filled with ashes and bones… A grim place, and yet.

Isik walked around, feeling somehow at peace as he wandered around. Rows of benches surrounded the pyre like it was an amphitheater. They formed a semi circular ring around the pyre going up in steps and Isik followed a path to where Rehu sat. With the platform being so large, there were no banisters. And Rehu sat at the edge while Isik remained behind sitting… Watching what Rehu was observing.

Their world.

From so far above, the village looked ridiculous. Isik could even hide it from the view by extending his two hands. However, the view brought clarity in how natural or organic the village’s expansion was, growing in “branches” towards the exterior with the river as the trunk.

And where the stone wall ended the vision, Isik could now see the little pools peppering the land in blue after the stone wall.

No… He squinted and tried to make sense of what he saw: either the terrace fields, the orchards above, or the rainforest beyond the village’s valley.

Their tails swished in tandem, synchronous, as they observed.

Further north? There was a wide bay at the west, forming a lune as cyan waters had a few white blips on them. A little south from that bay? Isik saw the brick-maker village as a colored blob with smoke clouds elevating from it. But north of the bay, the beach became a rough cliff from which carved blocks were brought all over the Island.

It was not the sole quarry, Isik knew, but it was massive enough that he could see it from afar, the rainforest stepping back against the Komodo Dragons’ industrious nature. Maybe he could see the obsidian fields that were east, cropping up from under the waters.

However, on the way, his eyes were caught by massive trees elevating from the canopy, like green and brown towers defying everything else. Those tall trees, as big as sequoia, were the weaver’s village. Isik couldn’t see the bridges spreading like veins from the branches from so far away, but he was certain they were there.

And further away, there were assuredly more villages he had missed, smaller than the big three. But from the distance and with his current altitude, he was incapable of seeing them.

Not even as he focused on the mountain range further north, on the mountains with clouds sticking to the top with a snow covered cap.

He knew it was a volcano; it had the form of one. But the volcano had been extinct, most of the top eroded, and on the uncovered slopes, the Komodo Dragons raised livestock from which came the wool, leather, and meat that wasn’t hunted in the jungle or raised by the other villages.

From above, Isik felt… Fresh. Refreshed. Even his back pain or the soreness in his nipples and belly was gone. What remained was only a thin smile as he felt the Komodo Dragon’s hand on his shoulder while they kept watching. Isik smiled.

“This was an excellent choice, Rehu.”

-

“Mom!” “Mom!” “Mom!”

The voices were coming all at once, following the stampeding run across the town. So loud, so joyful. And already growing so tall and old.

Isik sighed, his nostrils dilated as he tried to ignore the cries coming up close. His right foot kept pushing on the pedal, letting the mechanism accelerate the wheel-head’s rotation. His hands, muddy and clay-covered, worked meticulously to produce another pot. The last of his set of the three he had decided to create.

He was good at this, and it was not too difficult. He had claws to peel chunks of clay off, if needed. Moreover, his hands were much smaller than anyone else’s. Only the young Komodo Dragons could equal him in this type of delicate work. Even then, it seemed his years spent training his body to stay still for photo shoots had been… Helpful.

He could hardly tell if it had been a few years or more than two decades. Time passed the same here, but he did not feel like he had aged at all. The sole changes were what the Idol envisioned upon him and the dragon’s tribe. However, there were no more dreams of being massaged, held, kneaded until he took this shape.

“It's ironic you took up pottery, dear Isik,” chuckled the Snow Leopard, attracting the eyes of a relatively lean and thin Komodo Dragon. Meli. Though Isik wasn’t part of his family, Meli had been kind enough to teach him his craft… And well, Isik would repay him in kind.

“A problem, Iseek?” asked the potter, who had foregone the name Eslan. Another reason why he appreciated the potter.

“No. Just a thought. Although, I cannot finish this pot... could you handle it for me?”

“Sure. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” replied Isik, hopping off the chair and landing in a squat from the weight of his body, nearly gritting his teeth as he felt his grapefruit-sized nuts swing and smack against his legs.

But his recovery had been impeccable and he hadn’t smashed them against the stone floor, so he smiled as he felt his cock sway and smack against the ball pouch’s edge. He readjusted his sashes, feeling how tense they were as his F-cup breasts, all eight, pulled on the fabric.

By the time he had managed to clean his hands and readjust the green-colored fabrics, he saw the young hunters.

“Mom!” “Mom!” “Mom!” cried the three, with a need for his attention like they were nine. But no, they were so old and big now; they were adults. Like their father, Isik had to crane his neck to look at those red eyes and thin smiling lips.

“What did I tell you? Don’t cry like that. If you want to find me, ask around politely!” admonished Isik, beckoning them with an index so they would bend forward and he could grab their chins, to pull on them. “Got it?”

RekhaI, Rekhe, and Rekhi, Rehu’s children, nodded. Their names were not something Isik picked. Isik learned them only after he had a terse discussion, and fucking, with Rehai about respecting the naming traditions.

Since they were a new branch, they had to be named differently. And John, Jordan, and Jason were out of the question.

“Yes Mom… But look! We finished our first hunt!” smiled Rekhe, pointing out one tooth embedded into his obsidian spear. No different than his brothers, each showing off their prizes.

“Good job! I know you’d succeed. See, Rekhi, no need to be afraid!” chuckled Isik, patting the shyest Komodo Dragon on the cheek before he walked towards Rehai’s home.

He had plans to leave it with Rehu so they could have their own place so they could host parties and fuck. But for the moment, Rehai’s home was comfortable and well-maintained. Plus, familiarity was nice. He waddled ahead, feeling unbothered. His last birth was only two weeks ago, and he had already been bred. Hence, Isik enjoyed these last moments of freedom, though… There was still that sensation of something itching his backside. Even his tail started to flail about as he pondered about the sensation.

“It was so easy! And we are males, now! Mom!”

“Yes! Just like Dad!”

Dad… Mom. Maybe it was Isik’s influence, but heh… It felt nice to be named that way as they approached the familiar vines-covered arch.

“And Rehai told us we could fuck y- ack! gift you if we become males!”

Rekhai yelped while Isik stumbled. Rekahi was from his brother smashing an elbow into him since Fuck was not part of the gentle vocabulary used in the village. And the latter was from the surprise.

“Fuck me? Really, Sons?” asked Isik, looking over his shoulders.

He saw three young Komodo Dragons males who were not only looking at Isik fondly but eager to prove themselves. To look “better,” as a glance down between their legs indicated they were virgins.

The more a Komodo Dragon aged and fucked, mainly an Eslan, the bigger they were. Rehu, in comparison, was almost reaching his Father’s size, and he often wore down his ball pouch.

Rekhai, Rekhe, and Rekhi? Well, they were young. So they were around twelve inches, give or take a few. In comparison, Isik was as hung as them but didn’t think he would grow much more. His sons would soon outpace him in size…

He looked at them, they were a bit… Nervous. They tiptoed, looked around. And then…

“Well. That’s what Rehai said, and…”

What Rehai said. Isik snorted with his lips rising, raising his nose. Not in anger, but amusement as he beckoned them.

“Follow me,” he said, glancing around to make sure there wasn’t anyone else near. Rehai had to be busy away since he used a common house to teach the children with the help of other inhabitants, even a few shamans from the other villages.

Reho could be in Rehai’s office… or merely getting railed by a few guests, trying to ease the tensions between the villages. Rehu? He might be busy with the hatchlings.

So… Isik was confident when he stepped inside the house, beckoning his sons to follow, then pushed the pelt door to his bedroom. The place remained the same… But a small extension had been built, giving the Snow Leopard enough room for a wardrobe and a polished mirror.

He even requested a few cabinets to hold all the gifts he’d been given. All in all, the room had a semblance of order when Isik stepped down into the pit and threw himself in his oversized bed, it was always cleaned up when he was away. It was no different as he laid down, spread his arms, and looked at his three sons.

“Come closer. And no spears,” he ordered, undoing the sashes supporting his breasts until the replete tits were bouncing and slightly jiggling when they dropped on either side of his torso instead of down. Nothing sexy, but it gave Isik much needed breathing room.

His three sons looked at one another, ashamed. But they set their spears against the walls and approached, then sat on the pillows and mat below the sheets.

“Are you angry because Rehai told us so?” asked Rekhe, fiddling with his tail.

“Ha! no,” laughed Isik, smacking a pillow. “I knew he would do that one day. He did warn me. I am more surprised you’d want this so fast!”

He looked between his three sons, stretching his arms and legs on the soft bedding.

“You don’t want us to gift you?” asked Rekhi, nibbling his lips. “Like outside?”

No… Isik shook his head. “It’s not like outside. I am just considering the situation. I have a whole village to please. And here I am, with my boys already wanting me. Yet… They don’t see the clue.”

“The clue?”

Rekhe’s question was answered as Isik lifted his index and circled it… As if to encompass it.

“You’ve never been here. And you know what happens here?”

“You sleep here?” asked Rekhai, not so bright but so earnest.

“The males fuck me here… Gift me here. You understand?”

Isik bent one leg, bringing the foot closer to his posterior as he looked at the three. Their jaws dropped, their eyes were on Isik. However, something arose between their legs, to all three. And Isik chuckled, beckoning them closer.

“Rehai warned me it would happen and I am ready for this,” he started, looking at his three sons. All males, all adults. They were lanky and lacked the fat and muscles years of constant effort gave to the adults. But they were fit… And fitting to Isik’s taste as they approached, their cocks throbbing with excitement and needs. They were males; they were young so of course, they’d pop a boner.

They approached, their hands reaching for Isik’s ass and back, some for his lower tits… Then there was even Rekhi’s hand lifting Isik’s half-hard cock.

“Well. Who wants to go first?” asked the Snow Leopard.

“ME!” shouted… The three at the same time, even the shy Rekhi.

“Ah, boys… So eager,” chuckled Isik. “It is better to decide in advance when there are many partners.”

Isik expected them to start discussing calmly like the other males did, pointing out the advantages and the differences that would lead to a common consensus. He expected them to act like all the other Komodo Dragons, even from the different villages.

What he did not expect, was a fuckin’ squabble.

He did not expect the three young Komodo Dragons to be pointing fingers and going for a shouting match. Rekhai had his arms outstretched, Rekhi pointed out defaults, and Rekhe was berating his brothers, if something wasn’t done, they were going to start throwing fists.

“STOP!” shouted Isik, slamming one arm onto the mat as he looked at the three, who looked back with bewildered eyes. “If you three are too petty to do things in order. I’ll pick it for you!”

Rekhai, Rekhe, Rekhi gulped. Whoever was to be first had such importance for the three. The firsts of a new generation, the youngest to breed this Eslan. It had a significance for them, for everyone…

Therefore, with a wide grin, Isik offered the solution by raising three fingers: “All three together!”

The eyes widened, the three Komodo Dragons looked at their “Mother”. They were stunned, a situation breaking when Isik started to point fingers.

“Rekhai. You’re the strongest. You’ll lift me and take me from behind. Rekhe and Rekhi, you’ll help him and take one side.”

“Three? Three at a time, Mom?” asked Rekhe, bewildered.

“Please. It’ll be no problem. That way, you won’t fight over who’s first.”

No problem, none at all... Technically, Isik wasn’t wrong.

Isik was even confident as he gave pointers to Rekhai for lifting him by using Rekhai’s chest as a support and passing his arms under Isik’s knees.

The Snow Leopard had already taken Rehai inside, to shut the Elder up. Many times now, in fact. The Three Musketeers of Komodo Dragons were going to be a piece of cake. Isik was looking forward to this experience. It was quite deviant, too, as he watched Rekhi and Rekhe open their arms to help their brother.

“It’s… Good?” asked Rekhe, his face ashamed and looking down.

“Yes, it’s good. Come now. Fuck me, or we’ll be spending the whole day like this!”

Isik shouted, growled, too. It wasn’t like he only wanted to get done with it so he could surprise Rehai with the information and shut him up for once… But he wasn’t looking to dangle in his Son’s arms like a prized ham all day.

In the end, Rekhi was the first to approach. One hand over his cock, pumping it, the young Komodo Dragon unveiled his cocktip, revealing the throbbing and dripping flesh before he had it rigid and ready. It was dripping warm precum and eager to be slipped into a Snow Leopard already heaving and sighing. A Snow Leopard who even smiled as he sensed the hands on his bountiful cheeks, digging into the fatty buns to pull them aside. Then to have them squeezed and pressed like fruit while Rekhi’s cock was poking at Isik’s vertically-split rim.

The rim did not resist; it merely opened and allowed the erect organ to slip inside, much to Rekhi’s surprise and awe.

“It’s… So warm,” mumbled the Komodo Dragon.

“Let me try it, too!”

“I want to feel it!”

Rekhe and Rekhai were quick to follow their brother’s steps as they, too, approached with their stiff cock to the orifice. Rekhai had to adjust… But as the one holding Isik, he could perfectly angle himself.

And Rekhai did, earning a few grunts, before all three were fully settled inside Isik. The Snow Leopard’s hole was warm, almost snug, almost tempting. The flesh, used and abused by the Komodo Dragons, was eagerly suckling on the cocktips as they were the only portions inside.

As soon as those tips were fully inside, the purring Snow Leopard happily closed his hole on the three tips, on the three presences pulling on his orifice in three different directions. However, the Komodo Dragons were eager for more, much more.

They grunted, they growled, they groaned. And so echoed Isik’s purrs as he felt the two cocks on each side, Rekhi and Rekhe’s, starting to push deeper. With their presence advancing but not at the same speed, the Feline felt the tension building up against his inner walls. Against his prostate. It felt great. Excessively so, as having two tips rubbing against the spot, against his loving and tender prostate, yet without crushing it like some Hunters tended to do when gifting love.

“Am I doing this great?” asked Rekhai, his breathing right by Isik’s ears, brushing those tips as they twitched.

“yes...Go… Deeper, Rekhai. You can insert it entirely.”

Isik wouldn’t dare to say it was extremely easy despite having three males inside him. But it felt… Good. Not as stuffing as with Rehai or Rehu, not as weighing on his guts and lungs. But not as good? Different?

He looked at the ceiling, biting his lips as he tried to pinpoint the sensation. It was a different ordeal as the pressures tugged in different directions yet sometimes converged. Prostate, yes. But sometimes, through the changes in Rekhai’s pace, the tension on the rim lessened.

It was an exploration, a fresh experience, an original attempt. He had never taken three. Two, on the other hand? Isik had grown so used to taking two from the smaller hunters. He even did it with Rehu and a young male from another village.

But three?

Whenever he focused on a Komodo Dragon’s cock, his mind was snagged by a movement somewhere else by a different cock. Plus, they were not moving at the same pace. Rekhe was the fastest and most eager to prove himself. Rekhai was slow and careful. Rekhi hit the right balance…

But even then, it differed in how they pushed, how much strength they applied to Isik’s hole, and how they stretched it.

They were… Contrasting, therefore making the experience more complete and holistic as every change in pace affected one another.

Even him, even Isik, could change it. Contracting could block the three, throw their rhythms off, or force them to adapt… Even move in tandem for a few seconds before their movements went back to being desynchronized.

He sighed and closed his eyes, embracing the moment while he passed one arm over Rekhi and Rekhe’s shoulders, holding them close.

“Move! You’re blocking me!” shouted Rekhe, suddenly hitting Isik’s prostate square.

“No, you!” shouted back Rekhi, snarling and growling as he passed against Rekhe, rubbing right against Isik’s prostate.

“Shhh… No fighting or you’ll be punished,” cut-in Isik, pointing down to his cock… To his hard and drippy cock. “Do take care of this for me, would you?”

He chuckled, smiled, and enjoyed his Sons’ presence; the warm hands going over his uncut cock, pushing against it, pulling on the foreskin. He relished the moment as they were working together rather than fighting. Whether it was rubbing himself or their cocks buried inside him.

They didn’t stop their thrusts, but their mouths, so eager to shout and cry, were finally silenced by the presence of Isik’s sagging and meaty breasts.

He didn’t have to order them to do that.

Yet, he had Rekhe’s warm mouth on his tits like he did years ago, even as a teen. Rekhi followed with those soft lips closing on the nubs and suckling on them, applying pressure on the sensitive skin. The nipples did not resist. Those breasts were always so full and so heavy. Only a thorough touch and Isik would begin spraying milk all over.

Here? They were a profuse fount offering sweet and soothing milk to his Sons as they gorged themselves, gulping again and again while they thrusted, pushed, and smacked.

Under their assault, Isik’s body was pressed, squeezed, and molded. His asscheeks even started to hurt and burn from the chafing against the scales. But it was also so satisfying. There was pain, yes. But a satisfaction in being so desired, so sought after. His lips bitten, the Feline continued to purr while stroking his Sons’ neck and exposing his own to be nibbled and bitten by Rekhai.

“Hrmph… Rehai was right,” moaned Rekhi, almost whistling as he trembled and quivered.

“Y-Yes. So… Warm,” continued Rekhe.

The two sounded spent, drained. Yet, their movements continued as they showed resilience and stamina despite their throbbing cocks rubbing together and showering Isik’s guts with precum. Each heartbeat was felt and echoed throughout Isik’s body, though he wasn’t feeling as needy, as excited, as driven towards his orgasm.

He savored the moment in the build-up leading to his Sons’ ejaculation. The muffled moans, the stifled groans, the tremulous sighs. Even from Rekhai, who was eagerly nibbling and giving Isik a feel of his sharp teeth against the soft fur.

Still, Isik was not afraid of it, not at all.

He had complete trust in his Sons… And he fully believed in the Idol, his body resilience, the resistance as he accepted the moment, and-… Hissed.

A flash of searing pain. Something he had not felt in the last few days. In the last weeks, to be honest. A pain he was all too familiar with. His body felt like putty, his arms weak… His breath was stolen as sweat poured over his body. It couldn’t be. He looked around, his eyes almost bloodshot as he looked at his Sons, Rekhe and Rekhi.

“M-Mom?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Are we doing good?”

Even Rekhai added to their solicitations. But they started to slow. They slowed, and so too did pain flare up like a raging inferno, the heat for more.

“Kee… Keep fucking me! Don’t stop!” Isik hissed through his teeth, clenching them as he endured. His claws scratched the soft scales, encouraging and nudging them to continue. And so, afraid and glancing at one another, the Sons went back inside him, hilting themselves until their hips hit Isik’s posterior.

But they were not doing enough.

“FASTER! BITE MY TITS!” shouted the Feline, saliva spewing from his mouth, almost like a rabid dog. “HARDER!”

Ravenous, Isik craned his neck as he felt another Heat wave crash into him. He should have been impregnated. It should have been enough. The Heat should’ve been gone until the next pregnancy. Yet, it wasn’t. It was back and far stronger than ever as he had his claws poking more at the scales…

As he had his sons sucking on his nipples so hard they burned like a second sun. As he had them bite. Sink their teeth inside his tits. As he had their cocks drumming against his inside and their hips smacking his cheeks. As he demanded them for more. Always.

“KEEP! FUCKING! ME!” he hollered, spit flying from his mouth as he started to gyrate his hips, nearly yanking the cocks out, before he had enough control and pushed down… Down until the three brothers had their hips pressed together and finally gave in, their balls lifted and rubbing together.

Cum.

They came. All three came inside Isik, washing down his guts with their semen. He felt it rushing up and up, ascending his guts and pushing further than before. He felt the flood, the tidal waves, press from underneath the skin and bloat it. His belly, back to soft and lean, was taut from the flow of semen.

What they lacked in length, they compensated with their stamina; with their semen, they kept pumping further and further, drenching every part of Isik’s guts with their swimmers. But… Even as he felt the gentle sparks in his belly, as he sensed the familiar soothing blaze spreading through his belly… Isik felt it: the heat was not gone. It yearned for more. For far more than that.

“G-Get! Get Rehai here! Get them here!” shouted Isik.

“Wh-Who?” asked Rekhe, his hips pulling back, allowing their cum to pour free from Isik’s ruined asshole.

“EVERY DAMN MALE IN THE VILLAGE!”

-

Isik groaned. His fingers were even sore. He couldn’t go back to the potter’s wheel like he had been used to nor could he use it like he was taught. Even knitting the wool like he was shown by a Komodo Dragon living in the mountains was hard.

He was all too sore, too exhausted. Yet, the heat bit at his heels, pushing him for more even as he was reclining in his bed, his belly so round it was easily half his volume... if not more. And there would be more overtime.

Letting go of the needles, his most recent stitches, and the yarn, Isik groaned. He looked at Reho holding a pot and carefully picking up the greasy paste inside. Then, he applied it to Isik’s belly. The skin beneath his fur was feeling a bit dry to Rehai, so the Shaman had ordered his slutty Son to handle that part.

“Urgh… Where’s Rehu?” asked Isik, passing a hand over his forehead. Yup. Still warm. He hadn’t been fucked in the few last hours. Hence he was once again feeling his hole being set alight like a fire.

“He is out with the kids. They are growing restless…”

They were not the only ones. Rehai was no different; same as the other Elders who regularly visited Isik while he remained bedridden. They looked at him, and the excitation in their eyes was unfeigned while the Snow Leopard tried to ignore them.

“Well… That’s too bad. Are there any big males? Kesh?”

“They’re… I could call for them,” mumbled Reho, a bit flustered. Usually, it was he who spent the days and nights fucked when not learning under Rehai’s guidance. But now, Isik was taking his spot and entirely unashamedly so.

“Yes… Please. Urgh… Tell them to bring… Five people with big cocks. Like… Really fuckin’ big,” growled Isik, trying to get a read of the itch plaguing his ass. It was not flaring like the first time with his three Sons; he was sure he had traumatized them.

But he needed more as he saw Reho bow out, leaving Isik sighing and looking at the ceiling above. Stone, with wooden beams, and nothing dangling from it except one wind chime.

Then… The pelt door opened.

“So fas-… Rehai,” grunted Isik, watching the Elder approach, climbing down in the pit. “Have you found something to help me with that heat?”

“No. I haven’t, Isik. Even if I had something, I could not give it to you. The Idol has blessed you, you know it.”

“Fuck you,” drawled Isik. Oh sure… The Idol had blessed him, but now he felt like an oversized hen. It was not so painful, except for the heat and the sluggishness. As well as the boredom, but the latter… He could try to ask for a few males to entertain him.

He could have them around, flexing… Or fucking. Or maybe have young males take him altogether. They were not as big as Elders, so they would not satisfy him much. But, hearing them squabble and talk was better than listening to the grunts from an Elder, Isik thought.

“Iseek, I’m back!”

Rehu’s voice boomed from behind the door and stopped as soon as the door opened, revealing Rehai’s back.

Well, it was awkward.

“Rehu, I am here. Please, tell me it went well with the children,” asked Isik, beckoning the young Komodo Dragon who circumnavigated his Dad and stomped closer, carefully watching his steps as he descended, and kneeled by Isik’s head. So that Isik could rest his head on Rehu’s beanbag-sized nuts. Those nuts might be sloshing around with cum, with the musky cock rubbing against one cheek, but it was comfortable enough as Isik looked up to Rehai.

“You don’t have any solutions, then? You can kindly fuck off.”

“Hmm. No… But I could search for it if I am persuaded.”

“Persuaded my ass. Come take it while you’re at it,” grumbled Isik, spreading his legs and looking away.

At least Rehai was big enough to satisfy his heat.

But it was clear… Isik’s days outside were over.

He could fight it; he could try to find a solution for the eggs. But in the end, it was better that way. Not only for the tribes. But for so long, Isik had been standing on the edge, wondering if he should leave if he had the opportunity or not.

From outside eyes, from an outside perspective, he might have been condemned to being stuck and impregnated until he couldn’t free himself anymore.

But here? He was free from all the stress that had plagued his life. He had an army of Komodo Dragons practically bending over to satisfy his whims and needs.

If the price for it was to be constantly and heavily gravid and nothing less, he could accept it. Plus… If it went too long, he could teach them how to create condoms.

Isik chuckled, watching the few hunters picked by Reho enter the room, already erect and excited… Barely different from Rehu, who seemed particularly excited as he witnessed Rehai getting ready.

No… There were worse fates than to be the Broodmare of an entire Island.