FSE

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I am continuing right where the original story left off, some time ago, as that is how I write. If you have not read the original, do so. If you have, then you should be able to just start reading. And I hope you enjoy. Sorry for the very very very long wait for new material from me. ^__^

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I purred softly to myself as I stood there, dripping with fluids, my body flushed and aroused, my crotch writhing with life. I knew, I'd have to feed the creature within me. I'd have to continue to do just this, sate myself within the bodies of other beings.

I chuckled softly as I looked at the little priest beneath me. No longer a virgin, his body already starting to swell with the burden I had placed in him. His little cock so red and bruised looking...his tempting little body laying there.

Once was enough though, my new knowledge told me. Despite my growing desire to sink his shaft within me once more, I knew that more than one time would probably kill him at this stage. Later, perhaps, when the egg hatched within him and brought him to a new awareness, I might be able to rut with him again.

For now though, I needed to find more. Hot wet nectar was already dripping down my thighs, my insides seeming to twist and writhe, my skin pulsing with the desire to meet with the soft flesh of another.

I left him there, the bruised little priest, and I went seeking the ones that had placed me there. The ones responsible for this glorious, and yet wholly monstrous, change. Need pulsed in me, the desire growing stronger. I wanted to mate, wanted to keep taking other beings, until all those who surrounded me were subservient to my desires.

I groaned, my groin spasming, the hot little tentacles writhing and throbbing, splashing little jets of hot fluid across my body. I reached down, stroked them, touched them gently until I felt them begin to relax once more, settling down with the promise of anotehr warm body to claim. They would worship me...worship me indeed, by the time I was finished with them.

A smile curled across my lips as I thought about who I wanted. Who deserved this gift? Who deserved for me to take them and claim them? Ah...I knew. The priest who had touched me so thoroughly, who had reached his hand into me to proclaim me a virgin. Him...he would be mine first. He would be the first to bow at my feet and worship me. And he would be the first for me to claim, as a man does a female, instead of mating with him.

The thought of my hot tight crotch rubbing against his was not altogether pleasant...it made me rather wince a bit, the thought of claiming such an old man for the creature inside me. But the thought of making him submit, after he chose me for his great honor, never knowing the true cost...that was what turned me on.

I slowly made my way through the temple, hugging walls, the creature inside me helping me. I could smell him, that old dirty priest, his sweaty smell lingering all around. SLowly I made it to his cubicle, his little living space where I could see him, his head down, reading something.

I chuckled softly, knowing he couldn't sense me, knowing I could move far faster than he would ever be able to. Knowing that he was mine, and I would take him in honor of what he had allowed done to me.

I slid up behind him, ever so slowly, then quickly reached my hands beneath his shirt and ran them up his back, my skin contacting his, making him moan as my little babies did their work, making him feel pleasure. I purred softly, turning him around, tearing his robes from him in one swift motion. I leaned against him, my heavy pert breasts moving up and down his back, his body twitched as he tried to move out from under me.

I chuckled, shaking my head, then held my hand over his mouth before leaning over to whisper in his ear, "You're mine...priest. You're the one that touched me most, and now...now it is my turn."

I laughed, then pulled him to the ground, my strength more than enough to haul his old-dragon body to the floor, where I knelt over him, my eyes meeting his. I leaned down then, my long tongue flicking across his neck, stroking his throat, my lean naked body stroking across his. I could feel his member stirring into an erection, and I reached one long limber hand down to stroke it, wrapping my fingers around it to tease him.

he moaned beneath me, not even trying to fight, his body already shuddering with overload. His cock was already growing so hard it seemed like it was going to burst. I purred down at him, letting the little tentacles of my groin tease against his member, letting him just enter hte barest bit of my body. I needed to harvest him, and I intended to do it quickly.

As he groaned beneath me, I pressed myself down on him, letting his shaft sink deep between my thighs, his hot muscular member much larger and longer t han the first male. A groan escaped me as the unexpected length of it filled me, pressing hard against the inner depths of my body. I clenched tightly around him, my body stroking and touching, all the little marks on me heightening his pleasure until he was humping his hips upward, struggling to climax.

I smiled down at him, then leaned over once more to sink my teeth into the side of his throat, while my body rode his, his cock spasming with his first climax, the heavy thick weight of his seed filling the chamber of my body that waited so anxiously for it. I could feel it merge with teh waiting eggs, and knew that my body wanted to put more than one into this male. The thought made me grin, and I ever-so-slowly lifted off from him, leaving him wet and bleeding on the floor.

I stared at him for a moment, looking at his old body, his wrinkled gray skin. Then I thought once more of how it had felt, having his fingers spear into me, touching me, violating me, and I remembered once more...I wanted to violate him.

I bent down then, flipping him over, effortlessly moving him into a position on his hands and knees. He didn't fight me, he was still gasping with the effect my body was having on him. This was good...he was already willing ot let me do as I pleased with him.

I purred as I felt my groin shift, the tight heat of it compacting, expanding, the little tentacles merging together until I had an erect shaft instead of the soft sex of a female. It stood out, more than a foot long, thickly ribbed and bloated, the heat of it warm in my belly as I licked my lips and knelt over him.

I pushed his tail to the side, holding it away from the old dragon's virgin ass, then with a lick to the back of his neck, I thrust, burying the head of my new shaft between his cheeks, the tentacles worming away from the shaft as I entered. Slowly, little by little, with heavy grunts and soft moans escaping his lips, I pushed myself into him, sliding further and further as my tentacles spread their lubricant throughout his body.

When the hot swollen edges of my groin touched the cold flesh of his ass, I couldn't help but groan, my body merging with his at that point, my pseudo-penis releasing back into the thick tentacles of my sex, all of them stroking and probing his body. I leaned forward, my hips stradding his back, my hands holding his tail away from his body as he lay there, gasping, eyes closed as I assaulted him.

Then the first egg moved within me, moving down through my body, passing t hrough me easily, until it rested just at the lips of my sex, the tip of the egg touching the dragon's stretched bloated hole. I purred softly, my fingers stroking his back, making him shiver with each stroke. I pumped into him, releasing more of my fluid into his body, the creature inside me already beginning to feel sated as I slowly pumped the male beneath me, stretching his ass wider, my tentacles sliding and writhing inside him, moving through our bodies, my sex hot and tight as my body sealed against his, my sex aligned with his anus, the two parts merging as I started to pant.

My little babies were moving, the eggs already growing, I knew I needed to get them out of me fast, before they grew too large to move down the passage between us. I grunted, squeezing my muscles tightly, coating the eggs with my slime, pushing them one by one into his body, one long string of progressively larger eggs. When all but one was inside him, I stopped for a moment, the last egg swelling, throbbing, between our two bodies.

I leaned down to lick the back of his neck, my claws gliding down his old scales, lightly cutting him, mingling his blood with my sweat. He panted beneath me, his body slick and wet, shivering under my onslaught. I reached beneath his hips, to where his fat member lay, swollen and engorged.

I chuckled softly, curling a hand around it, my fingers growing, lengthening, thinning, curling round and round his girth, one of my fingers probing the slit at the top, smearing his precum across the hard shaft. As I played with him, pressing the egg against him, then letting up the pressure, my hand stroked, squeezing and playing with him, not letting him climax his seed, only letting him feel a little pleasure at a time.

When I judged the time was right, the egg was actually starting to cause me some discomfort, so large had it grown, so alive and aware was it, I slid my hand down his shaft, the little creatures inside me moving under my skin, merging my hand to his cock as I growled, my lower body thrusting so hard, I could feel INSIDE of him as the egg slammed into his body, passing through him with minimal tearing, so much had I prepared him.

When I felt the egg slide into him fully, I felt my first masculine orgasm hit me, and with a roar, I felt my tentacled sex spasm, spilling my powerful juices deep inside his body, driving hte eggs even further into his intestines. I continued to pump, pouring fluids into him, seemingly gallons, each of my tentacles pouring, pounding through my veins with sheer lust and ravenous desire.

As the flood let up, I continued to pant, my body slick and shining with the combined fluids of blood and sex. My body was purring, my sex happy and sore, the little tentacles receding back into my body as I slowly pulled myself back from the dragon beneath me, disengaging from his flesh.

When at last my body flowed free from his, I stood up and waited, staring down at him. I smiled, seeing the slick damp blood that was already drying on his body, his cock, red and irritated, already starting to shrink. His belly was bloated, the eggs continuing their growth process inside of him.

My body told me that I had completed phase two of the beginning. I had integrated a male into the system, and he would be an egg-bearer for my kind. The knowledge made me purr, and made the soft tentacles of my sex writhe in anticipation. This dragon would be my first, my pet, my bitch, and he would serve to carry more of my young until they were needed.

This was good...my species would spread. Oh how the dragons of this world would regret releasing my creator, the orignal, back into this world. Goddess I would be...and while I would make their dreams come true, and I would keep my village safe, my loyalty now lay with the creature that was a part of me.

I growled softly, already feeling it. With each being I added, the desire to mate and create more was building. I would have to mate and change each dragon of the temple before I would have peace/respite.

I licked my lips, reaching down to stroke the soft flesh of my female sex, twining my fingers with the tentacles. This would be a job I would very much enjoy.