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Project Name: The Violet Brood

Prologue: The Nest

Inside the depths of a broken up wooden building in the outskirts of Draconia, the claps of scale upon scale echoed within its halls. Moans would fill the wooden home of a draconic whore that laid spread eagle underneath a hulking black scaled mass of a draconian being; just as the stench of sex filled its premises among a pile of females laying in rest. One female was the center of attention in a chamber of draconian males, all standing on their humanoid legs, naked, hard, and ready to bring the violet scaled female to another series of climaxes.

Selkie was her name. A winged beauty of Sapphire scales, firm tits, a divine body figure, and a well bred body in the eyes of all draconian males. One thing that stood out from all the slender females of the draconian slums… was Selkie’s glowing tattoos that splayed her power all over her body.

It was all the reason why all the other females existed before her. They were not simply her workers panting in exhaustion and with bodies coated in sweat and cum; all of the females in her building were her own flesh and blood… daughters who would soon carry the eggs of the horde of males that pounded her into a frenzy. The gold had definitely flowed into her new brothel, and the draconian men were quick to put a new whore in her place…

Yet, even as her body tired out and it was assured that she would never recover: The glowing tattoos pulsed with her own power and gave her the energy to continue on… restoring her health and her stamina for another wave of relentless breeding. Each male that came and pounded her loose cunt, every hulking and naked draconian that came to deposit their load deep into her womb; all of it added to the power that laid within her. There was no stop to the senseless fucking and the power she gained from it.

Selkie learned in her waking hours, that it was easy for her to lay a dozen eggs without the stress of giving birth. It was the one thing she loved about this realm and the very nature that she was reptilian:

Laying eggs was always easier… and far more pleasurable.

So much pleasure was gained from this single exposure to the greatest breeding examination she had ever bore to witness. It was always a thing out here in the outer districts of a massive stone city of lizards and reptiles, especially when a majority of the females that lived here were all deeply attractive.

Nonetheless, even while Selkie enjoyed draconic cock being stuffed into her slit or her body being claimed in senseless thrusts in the mix of sweat and cum mingling between their scaled bodies rubbing one another…

She still was not of this world.

The up and emerging whore queen of Draconia’s Slums was nothing more than a woman taken from the depths of her home, reading a goddamned TTRPG book. Selkie still wondered how everything happened, even as she was now bouncing on a crimson-scaled draconian’s hips as he laid on the ground. One moment she was in her room reading, the next she was thrown into an alley with little more than glowing tattoos and the eyes of her first breeders…

Now here she was, breeding for an entire district. No words were explained between her manifestation in this world and this moment… just the rhythm of bodies fucking each other and the senseless and raw emotions of receiving constant modes of sexual affection. All that was there was the primal fucking of Selkie… before her daughters grew up rapidly and took her place.

It still shocked the draconian that her daughters were able to mature so rapidly within the day. In the morning, they were hatchlings, all fed by the use of her magic by means of growing a glowing dragonfruit for her young in the building. Next thing she figured out was that all twelve slender females were bouncing the cocks of her clients while she got her brothel in order.

A brothel she was happily given by the draconians. It was an abandoned Inn, used nothing more than committing crime and as a home for the homeless. Selkie was dragged here and fucked by the homeless males, now it was her little sanctuary and home, fitted with the rest of the males breeding her over and over and over again…

Now it was a renovating homestead for her own growing brood. Many eggs still laid within the depths of the wooden home and with its daughters who protect and raise them. With all the gold passed over from the consistent breedings, the Brothel would have enough silk sheets and mattresses to cover the floors.

While the world outside of their home mires itself over the grand marches and conquests of the Dragon Lords, Selkie, the broodmother of her homestead, pleases them.

All while she waits, ready to please the coming hordes…

*_*

There was an incredible amount of glee in the den of lizards. In what looked like a chafed remains of an abandoned inn, inside contained a hive of sex, ale, and the pleasures of the flesh. Whether deep into the night or in the peak of the day, there were hundreds of patrons who entered its broken doors, only to come out like pleasured kings and burghers. And in the nation of Draconia, there were only lizards that entered its depths. Draconians were the majority race, anthropomorphic dragons that stood with wings, long tails, and crowned horns to their heads.

It was why their capital bore the nation’s name. A city of Draconians naming their city and nation by the title of Draconia. They weren’t too keen on complicated names for their dwellings.

And in the most impoverished side of the city, the inn was the only place where a draconian that was down on his luck could be able to get their dick wet and still have some coin to spare. With all the gold, silver, and copper that could be spared, the owner of the property thrived. Many considered the whore to be a master in the art of finances or secretly a dragoness. No matter who found their way to speak of this establishment, they would only refer to her as The Broodmother of the new establishment.

The Broodmother was named Selkie.

Today was the start of the third morning of the establishment’s opening. A beautiful morning of beer, ale, wine, and salted pork from a good night of fucking. Only, the morning was the day started with a drunken mess that Selkie could not recover from. She had awoken to a pile of draconian men in her own bedchambers, one with a thick, fleshy shaft stuffed deep in her snatch, and the others suckling on her tits or keeping her warm with their bodies. Seven draconian males… all exhausted with her on the ground.

In a simple sniff, Selkie widened her eyes immediately to the stench of cum, musk, and dried up alcohol that coated her sweaty violet scales. Exhaustion pounded into her mind, heart, and spirit in the awakening of the morning. Worse, there was light poking from outside.

“Mmrg… boys… time to wake up…”

Just hearing the slow shuffling of wings, tails, and the feeling of grinding scales of black-scaled draconians groaning awake made the busty Selkie moan in reprisal of lust. The large male whose length was still hip-deep in her simply carried the draconian up, claws gripping her thighs while she clung to his shoulders. Feeling the lul of motion from being on the ground to now being carried over her usual height made Selkie belch… and her cunt to clench in a deep squelch all around the lucky male’s cock.

“Morrow to you too… Selkie…” Growled the male carrying Selkie. “Did my cock satisfy your desires?”

A mere bounce on the male’s cock was enough to answer his question.

“All of you did… which is why I wanted to answer your questions last night…” Selkie moaned. The draconian simply traced her claws against his scarred body. “And I say yes to your protection… so long as you help me understand what lies out there in the world.” A grin spread across the draconian carrying her.

Out of all the males that came across her establishment, these black-scaled draconians were the most pleasing and the most virile out of all the patrons of her den. Even a single night of consistent fucking was enough for Selkie to be convinced. They were feral, primal, and very much the exact outsiders that she needed.

“Good…” Grinned the draconian. “You can call me Onyx from here on out.”

In the moments that it took for Onyx to carry Selkie out of her room, they had already taken enough time for the establishment to awaken and fill the gaping halls with the bodies of naked lizards. The sides of every chamber room was inscribed with a mark on the wood that only Selkie and her daughters could see. It glowed of violet and that of a rune that only Selkie could affect. And with a single swipe of her tail along the rune, the hallways grew wider to allow the masses of draconian men and women to pass by without collision.

A rune of dimension expansion.

“Thank you, mom!” Yelled a white-scaled draconian from the sidelines. Another one of Selkie’s daughters who had taken the duties of the brothel to make it orderly as she started bellowing commands to the many females of the establishment.

Happily, Selkie sighed in reprieve and lain down at the nearest wooden bench by Onyx. She moaned the moment he pulled out of her slick vent and let her rest on the seat, with him soon sitting beside her while the rest of the males vanished into the crowd. It allowed Selkie to gather her thoughts, eyes picking up the little details of pregnant daughters moving beside a group of draconian males or a group of her daughters crowding around a noble draconian in white scales.

Such details allowed her to think about what the next steps of her situation was going to be.

“So, you lay eggs rapidly… you only have daughters that hatch from your clutches… and those daughters grow as rapidly as they did when they were in the egg?” Onyx asked Selkie.

Such questions were eventually going to rise up. And it took Selkie all the restraint in the world to look down. However, she took a breath and nodded. “Yes, that sums it up quite a bit.” She answered, knowing how things were going to play out.

What came as a surprise to Selkie, was just how easy it was for Onyx to laugh. Selkie just merely looked at the male as his teeth flared and he held his stomach with a single claw in the laughter.

“...that is the best thing I’ve heard in all my life.” He answered after taking a couple of breaths. “That kind of magic is something even the greatest of dragons would like to hold dear. I think I understand why you like to allow your daughters to do the work while you stay in the background…”

That caused Selkie to eye him a little more. “Go on…”

“Power my dear… you let your daughters do the mindless work while you assort and grow your wealth.” He would growl affectionately, looking ahead. “Daughters are the perfect tools for bringing a male to his knees. Without females, there is nothing else to fight for. Who else to raise their clutches, care for them when they are ill, or feed them when they are hungry?”

Selkie would merely smirk at that thought. To reward him of his thoughts and ideas, Selkie simply climbed on top of Onyx and rubbed her tits all over his face. “Such great ideas my dear Onyx… how about you feed me your seed before breakfast?” She cooed, lowering her head to lick at his forehead. “In addition… I can pay you to help me with… other things that I need done.”

Onyx reciprocated his interests by gripping her hips and rubbing her loose vent against his limp mass. “And what do you need done?” He growled, licking her massive tits and panting in rapid breaths. Selkie’s breasts smothering his face more and more with its succulent, soft, plump masses.

“I want to build a town… make an enterprise… make business contacts who can help me here… and expand…” Selkie continued to voice her plans the more her snatch rubbed at Onyx’s cock. There was enough blood rushing to that veiny mass before she felt his foot-long stick out enough for her to lift her hips upon him. “Have a map of the region… what do you think…?”

Onyx’s answer came as a swift pulling of Selkie’s hip. The immediate plunge of his cock stuffed into her loose folds brought a lusty cry from the broodmother of the den. His thrust upward brought more to the moans, a lick, a suckle of both flesh and teat. His wings wrapped around her like a blanket, coating her, covering her in the shelter of shadow and darkness, and a reeking couple of bodies to linger in lust.

“I’ll do what you want… so long as you include me in these plans of yours…”

*_*

It was a bad habit of Selkie’s to be in love with the aftermath of her condition. Even bent over a soft mattress and spreading her thighs over the cushions allowed for a reflex to pass through her; pregnancy still took a quick hold over her. The contractions in her belly and the soft drooling of her vent caused enough of a spasm to bring Selkie to the edge.

In a single push, the first egg came out of her snatch with a loose plop onto the cushions. The feeling of plopping these things out felt more like relieving oneself in the toilet than giving the equivalent of reptilian birth. There was a pressure in the belly and in her love canal, but the loose walls that were so used to the passage of cock and eggs passed the soft containers of life into the protection of the cushions that radiated heat.

One, two, three… seven eggs soon found their home inside the comforting cushions of silk and puffy. When all was said and done, a lithe and petite draconian whore walked behind Selkie and bent her lusty body over. There, the lithe whore simply dragged the cushions from the center of the room and into where several pile of eggs laid in wait.

“Thank you Elloria.” Selkie panted. With the glow of her reeking and sweat coated body, the limping broodmother could only limp her way through and into the chambers wooden chairs, resting on its surface as everything in the world passed her by.

“It was my pleasure mother, I am honored to be in the care of more sisters.” Elloria beamed. It was her duty as one of the many fifteen or so daughters of the first clutch to care for the next generations. And as she cared for the unhatched eggs, there was a smile to the young female, even more so as her voice hummed a sweet tune, silently passing the song the more she checked on the egg piles.

The vibrations from Elloria’s soothing song caused Selkie to lean into her wooden chair. It was enough to make her ears flick in response to the tune and enough for her to look around for her table. “An honor that will allow you to guarantee further employment with other lords. One that I hope you will have the heart to cherish.” She cooed, giving Elloria a sweet smile to her.

That moment was interrupted by the opening of the main entrance.

The same white-scaled daughter soon passed into the room with speed. Her tits were bouncing with heavy leaks of milk and the creamy sheen of cum. Even the reek that screamed out of her body was enough for Selkie to widen her eyes with what looked like the abuse of her cunt.

Worse… her belly was bulging.

“Hey mother! Need you for booking this morning, going to lay a new clutch!”

There was no time to react to the sudden entrance before she was face-to-face with two books full of financials, brothel planning, and business planning. Within a few seconds, Selkie watched as Elloria tossed the daughter a blank set of mattresses and gave her the chance to plop her eggs into the cushions in a set of seven eggs.

All Selkie would do in the end was simply waving her claw, cause the pages to flip over to the end, and with a few spells, autodialed the numbers to the total costs of the budget. The moans of her daughter plopping her eggs down was enough for Selkie to shake her head slightly, even sorcerers needed silence! Yet, in seconds, the business planning book as well as brothel planning were completed… all that was left were the relationships that they needed to forge.

And that included a lot of money as well as planning.

“Thank you… mother…” Panted the whore of a daughter, now laying on her back. Legs were immediately parted as her snatch was gaping wide, letting her egg pile shine in the slick remains of her motherly fluids. Seven eggs, seven more daughters to add to the list. In this, more daughters meant more income… and not even a single cost to the ledger. That wasn’t because sluts in the making were not costly, but there was a benefit to this world of magic:

Druidic magic was a hell of a money saver.

Just remembering the druid she fucked was enough of an experience to make the violet draconian rub her slick cunt in the memory. Oh how she missed the destitute, tribal draconian pinning her to the ground and making her a broodmother to her own druidic circle. “Now I want to make that town already…” Selkie sighed, but with resignation, she pulled at the thought and shook off the lustful feelings in her mind.

With a move-on, the draconian flapped her wings and started to make her way out of the room.

“Elloria, take care of the brothel for me, I am going to start making connections.” In a single motion, Selkie left Elloria to complete paperwork and a load of laundry. Her daughters cries of annoyance was enough to make Selkie chuckle the second she returned to the long halls that were expanded by draconic magic. Unlike before, the halls were nearly empty at this point.

A sign that the morning breakfast session was beginning on the main floor. One which led the violet broodmother to make her way past the puddles of cum, slick marks of femcum on the walls, and a young draconian daughter washing them all away with the small castings of spells in the wake of the morning rush. Selkie could only pat the female’s shoulder, before giving her the energy to continue casting her spells with restoration magic to keep the cleansing going.

“Thank you, mother…”

“Anytime sweetie!” Selkie voiced as she passed into the right corner and started down the stairwell. The ending to the path led to an opening, which soon led to the distant noise of joy and moaning within. A single sniff was all that was needed to tell breakfast was still going. With a hunger unyielding, Selkie reached the end of the stairwell and gazed upon the expanse before her.

An entire tavern full of sex, feasting, and cheer.

From where she stood, wooden tables lined the enclosed space of a few hundred meters of space. All of it was filled with the naked bodies of patrons and whores alike. Some of the males basked in the feast of fish and cooked meats, others were sitting on their chairs grasping the tits of whores bouncing on their cocks. Beer and ale were in quick and immediate supply, allowing both daughters and patron alike with the juices of their fruits to drink.

Selkie passed into the mass gathering of draconians with glee on her face. A smirk was all that was needed when draconians like Onyx paused where they ate and pause the the humping of whores on their hips. What became of the noisy and cheery tavern quickly became a silence where the patrons of the tables glanced in admiration of the tall violet draconian that beckoned their presence.

It was not long before that draconian opened the doors to the entrance to the brothel and stepped out into the light. Into the world of Draconia, its capital, and the destitute district that the current home of the brothel laid in.

Selkie was going to have fun today.