Amethyst’s Spring Mini Stories 2025

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A Potential Vacation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The dragon matriarch rolled her hips lightly, though it was hard to focus on any one thing with her harem pleasuring her and the squirming bulge of the somewhat tasty draenei in her stomach. Gwyn and Winix shared her cock as they brought her to the edge and then softened their touches again, teasing and working up Zikuenne so she could have the truly explosive climax, yet again, that she craved.

Even the dragon matriarch, after all, could learn a little patience, when she had seen from experience there was so much pleasure in it for her. But giantesses were rarely the long-suffering sort, considering that they could often take tinies as they pleased and so much more, finding their place in the world out in the portals rather often dictated by their size. There was a reason, to be fair, that Zikuenne was feared in her territory, guarding her wyvern girls so protectively and jealously.

The crater was devoid of any interruptions, twilight edging into darkness, though flaming braziers were set around the crater, when they spent their time out of the overhang and cave, so they could see easily. Not all giantesses, after all, had good night vision, though Zikuenne’s was better than most. She was certainly a huntress by day, though never had she gone hungry.

Well, not until the divers had diseased her and her wyverns, but that was thankfully past.

However, Ziku’s mind was not as much in the moment as it could have been. The matriarch smirked and grunted as her tail wound possessively around Saryena’s body, tightening around her waist as it tucked into the curve of it. The wyvern girl had larger breasts than even the others, but she was softer all over, the kind of wyvern girl who very much preferred a life of luxury. But she was not above spoiling too as she crooned and nuzzled her face into the crook of Zikuenne’s neck.

Ziku rumbled what could have been a murmur or a purr: the kind of sound she only made when she was with her beloved harem. There were many sides to her she would allow no one else to see – and that was her right too. Some things were better kept for those she loved so very much.

She quivered, however, locked a little more into the moment as Sary kissed her neck, her lips trailing a tender trail up her neck to the sharper line of her jaw. Ziku sucked in a breath, chest rising, as if that motion alone was enough to hold her in the moment right where she needed to be, focusing on the faint sheen of saliva cooling on her skin.

Daemel and Orienne took a less direct approach to pleasing Ziku, the wyvern girls working together with a little subtlety. Daemel had nearly twenty-feet in height over Orienne, but their hands still worked skilfully, heads respectfully bowed, as they massaged the matriarch’s thighs. Skilled hands scooped under her legs, working together to lift them gently, one at a time, so they could reach the calf muscle too, before sweeping carefully down the line of the shin. They were cautious of applying too much pressure over any parts where the bone was closer to the skin, not wanting to hurt their protector and lover, but the thicker, meatier muscle in her body was fair game to soothe and massage.

Zikuenne groaned, wriggling a little as her wings finally fanned out from her back, extending gently as other wyvern girls took the liberty of stroking gently over the membranes and spokes. Her breath hitched a little as hands and lips brushed over her cock and it throbbed lusciously, pre-cum bubbling up from the tip. It could not rest there for very long before a wyvern girl’s eager lips – often Gwyn – captured it for their own, sucking it down as if it was the finest treat they could ever glean.

Pleasure rippled through her and she groaned lightly in the back of her throat, settling deeper into the moment, even though she didn’t want to be caught in her mind for that long. She should have been there, present in the moment, though Ziku was still highly appreciative of all the attention her harem gave her.

There was one thing on her mind that couldn’t be so easily set aside, as it offered pleasure and trouble in the same hand. The tip of Ziku’s tail twitched unhappily at the latter, eyes flicking over her harem and what of the crater she could see. Even considering the offer had her wanting to sweep every member of her harem back into the cave so she could ensure everyone was accounted for, where she could see them.

But she couldn’t always keep them near her, for they had their own lives to lead too. They were a part of her harem, of course, but she couldn’t be overly protective.

Ziku groaned grudgingly. It was not a truth she was all that comfortable with facing, but no one in the world was perfect. If they didn’t have so many divers all trying to get to the wyvern girls, maybe she would not have felt the need to be as defensive as she was.

That was beside the point, however, as she’d been invited by Crimson Sweetness and Little Pleasure to visit them at their home. She’d been told they had a mansion, but it had been a long time since she’d felt the pull to go to a world where she could face modern amenities. She wasn’t even all that sure she remembered what amenities were out there in the world, for she felt herself to be a simpler kind of dragon girl. What greater delights could there be, after all, than the connection between her and others – her wyverns?

Zikuenne rested a hand on Ness’ purple hair, admiring the flickering flames glancing off her purple scales, though they were not as many as the scales on her body were. More smooth, perfect skin was on show in Ness’ case, though Ziku was glad to see the health of her body had fully returned and she’d filled out again where she’d lost weight, being diseased. The portal divers had a lot to answer for.

Yet Little Pleasure clearly had a lot to offer her too, and the wyvern girls. It was obvious from how they had clamoured and pleaded and gushed about all the things they might do that they wanted to go visit the divers in the big house. Little Pleasure had shown them a few things on a holographic screen that they could do around the mansion, from the huge pool that admittedly looked delightful to soak in, the hot tubs and the fitness room… That was one Zikuenne thought was superfluous. Why would someone need to exercise in a room like that? She got more than enough exercise surveying her territory, even hefting and moving giant boulders to make it harder for divers to reach the crater.

At one-hundred-and-twenty-feet-tall, there was much she could do – but she couldn’t do everything. And, if her wyverns wanted an experience she could not give them, maybe it was up to her to allow that too. The mansion had to be safe enough and they, obviously, would not be harmed as “monster girls” while a temporary part of Little Pleasure’s group.

Yet it would mean she was not “in charge” – not fully, at least. She would be under someone else’s rules and, at least in part, she’d have to follow the Wolfenhammer rules too, which didn’t mesh well with her. In fact, it grated against her and she shifted her weight lightly, trying to move back into the moment. She still wasn’t sure what she would end up agreeing to, but some manner of visiting Little Pleasure and Crimson Sweetness at the mansion sounded like it was going to happen.

It was only up to her how that happened and for how long, what agreements they would put in place to make sure her girls were protected. Of course, Zikuenne had no concerns at all about herself – and why should she?

The dragon girl murmured slightly as her wings were stroked, many hands sweeping over them, fingers and thumbs lightly caressing down the “spokes” and the thicker muscle that connected them to her upper back. Her wyvern girls surely deserved it and Zikuenne moaned aloud as Nym’s eager lips parted as much around the head of her cock as she could. There was still something of a size difference between her and the wyvern girls – all of them being different heights – and she couldn’t be rough with them as she was with others, but some were still capable of taking her cock with the right stimulation.

It was all about taking it slowly and leaning into the pleasure, letting that be the ruling class of the moment and nothing else. Zikuenne let herself embody that right there and then as the dragon matriarch’s cock throbbed, pulsing faintly as her skin flushed with heat.

That very heat simmered through her, her body temperature raising even more as Nym’s keen tongue swept passionately around the head of her member. There was nothing quite like that, though the other wyvern girls pumped their hands up and down the length of her cock, mimicking what it would feel like if she was thrusting into a partner. Yet it was nothing in comparison to being doted on by all of them at once, even if not every single wyvern girl could fit around her body at once. Not in the way they wanted to, at the very least, for they all wanted to crowd in close to her sensitive zones.

But there were wyvern girl lips on her breasts, kissing and sucking at her nipples, another even trying to get between her legs to reach her pussy behind her cock. A tongue managed to just about play out over the tender, smooth span of skin between her cock and her pussy, her body burning up with desire.

“Mmm… My girls…”

She groaned, wings fluttering faintly, though she settled down again as Nym sucked on her cock-tip, sliding down a little, though the giantess had her mouth open as wide as possible for her. At seventy-feet-tall, there was still a considerable stretch in the differences between their heights, and Zikuenne flushed with warmth that her harem would devote such attention to her.

She was where she needed to be, where she wanted to be, heart pounding as she accepted the decision to go to the mansion, only for a visit, in her mind. That would be revealed to the wyvern girls, of course, after their fun and not a minute later.

In that moment, she only relaxed, settling where she was as need rushed to her groin. Her cock twitched, drawn by the muscle right at the base of her abdomen, and Nym doubled down on her efforts, slurping lewdly on her flesh as if she was caught in the moment, trying to get more of that length into her mouth than was physically possible.

But it was not a problem – not as Zikuenne’s cock rushed with a flow of cum desperate to burst from her and Nym fought to swallow it all down as the dragon matriarch howled out her pleasure. With electric thrills singing through her body, attention poured so very lovingly upon her, she would languish there and dote on every one of her wyvern girls, cum dribbling out of Nym’s mouth even then. The others didn’t let any go to waste, however, lapping up the creamy rivulets, light enough to drip back down the length of her cock to those oh-so-eager tongues and lips.

The wyvern girls took all they were due, the giantesses sharing the spoils of pleasuring the matriarch they loved dearly. But there would be plenty more fun in store for them, as long as they could all behave themselves…