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Rain pattered down on the rocks. Storm thundered outside the cave, no moon illuminating this starless night. The insides of the cave were lightly illuminated by a pale, silvery light coming from crystals in the walls. In the center, the caves' occupant lay, a pale blue dragoness, her breathing going heavy and strained. One did not need to ponder on the reason for long.

Or, well, the reasons.

Rising in tandem with each breath, two large, milk filled breasts dominated her chest, white fluid steadily leaking from the overfull mounds. And between her legs, her snatch was gushing, weeping sweet, sweet tears across her cyan scales. Her folds were swollen, red with desire, as they bathed the dragoness' undertail in cloudy slime.

But even with the delicacies her chest and her crotch each presented, the true prize lay inbetween them, her belly bloated with the clutch it housed. She lay there, straining to keep her eggs inside just a bit longer, waiting for her mates' return.

However, it was not her mate who find her first. Arak, covered in dark grey scales, stood at the caves' entrance, unnoticed by her and taking in the sights and scents. Long had he searched the mountains for the source of this sweet miasma, and now that he found it planned on savoring it in the full.

As he stepped into the cave proper, her head turned towards him, eyes going wide as she saw that this dragon was not her mate. The male trotted towards her. "My my, you're even better than I imagined! I have followed searched for the source of this scent so long, and now, I've finally found it! Found you!" her eyes started to dart around in panic as he approached her, but in her swollen state she could barely talk, let alone move. She still tried to wiggle away from him nevertheless, a futile effort, and gripping one of her breasts with a paw, the male took a deep, hefty gulp. She whinced as this stranger touched her in a way only her mate should, drank from the essence meant for her young. Whimpering she turned her head away and closed her eyes, hoping the male would soon be done with her.

And so she didn't even realize the grey dragon had walked back around her, peering between her legs. She yowled loudly as she suddenly felt something touching the hypersensitive flesh of her crack, the male having brought a paw to rub between her legs, collecting the fluids she had deposited there. "Judging by your reaction" he said as he brought his paw to his maw to lick of her fluids "and the taste of this, I'd say you're both pregnant and in heat. You poor thing, I can only imagine how hard this must be. Your slit swells up aching to be taken as rough as possible, but you can't risk damaging your eggs. And inside, your womb fills up with both grown and ungrown eggs, leaving you in this..." he gestured at her form "...bloated, helpless state."

Arak started trotting around her again. "But, let me tell you, it's quite fortunate I found you, even if you don't realize it. Any other drake might have lashed out in anger at you, if he followed the scent of your head only to find you already laden with eggs. Not me, though, oh no, I'm not like the others! And here's why." Her head had been following him as he was talking, and just when he said that he had been at her head. And as he made to step over her, he suddenly dropped his crotch over her skull. For a moment, her entire world was filled with male scent, with sweaty flesh, the smell of virility.

After a moment the grey drake stepped back, keeping one haunch raised to let her let a good look at his crotch. What she saw made her made her eyes dilate in panic. His sheath was bulging and droopy, sagging downward heavily, but the true reason for her fear was a bit further behind it. The flesh of the males' sack was wrinkly, even flappy in places, but she knew that only one species of dragons possesed such as physical trait.

A Wyrm. Or Egg Burglar, as they were often called with ill intention. They were almost indistinguishable from common drakes, with the major exception that the entire species was male, and they relied on other draconids to reproduce. They did so regardless of their partners consent, usually even in spite of its non-existance. They used a prehensile organ called a Feeder, which sprouted from the same sheath as their penis to penetrate into a pregant females' womb and take the clutch right out of her and deposit it in their own stretchy sack, which contained both their seed pods and the chamber for egg storage.

Afterwards, the fluids contained in the males' sack would impregnate the egg, changing male eggs into wyrm hatchlings while leaving female hatchlings untouched. At least until they hatched, where they usually ended up as snack for their father. And as if though all that wasn't enough, after stealing a females' clutch, wyrms usually took to impregnate with their own seed, filling them with eggs that would not hatch without a wyrm to incubate them. All in all, wyrms were reviled by all other draconic species, be it wyverns, dragons, gryphons or else.

And now, one loomed above the dragoness, showing off his vile equipment like his greatest pride. His feeder had already started to emerge, a smooth, pinkish organ with a bulbous head and lined with thin, purple veins. Her eyes remained glued to his tool as he circled back around her her. Only when he positioned himself between her hindlegs, some of her fighting spirit returned, as she desperatly tried to crawl away and kick him away with her hind legs. Futile efforts, considering her state.

"Oh no, I don't think you will be leaving my dear dragoness!" Arak smirked "And why would you? I'm going to take care of both your heat and that clutch you're lugging around with you." And with that, the grey wyrm stepped forward in one smooth motion, pinning her and burying his feeder deep on her sopping snatch. She yowled in pleasure, unable to deny the feeling of something finally,finally burying itself in her heatswollen folds. Arak grinned as he felt a wave of fluids spill over his crotch, expelled by her throbbing pussy. "Shh, shh, let me take good care of you now" he cooed.

His idea of 'taking good care' turned out to be mercilessly driving his feeder down her vent, and jamming it against her cervix. The dragoness desperatly tried to deny him entry, even going so far as pawing at her own belly as if to urge her inner barrier to clapm down, but with her body being ravaged by her heat and so close to dropping her eggs, her body betrayed her and letting the intruder pass after only a brief moment of resistance. Her hindlegs started twitching and trembling erratically, her claws opening and closing without purpose as she felt the prehensile member slide against the insides of her uterus and shifting her eggs about.

His hips now flush with hers, Arak leaned forward and put his head to her her body, listening to her rapid panting and to the gurgling of her womb. He could also her a faint cracking sound, as if someone picked a flower deep embedded in the ground. It was probably just the eggs knocking against each other, but the thought that he could her her ovaries knocking loose fresh eggs for him to fertilze, that he could actually hear her ovulate, brought a smile to his face.

Snapping back to reality he could see her titflesh jiggle before him as she writhed back and for. Determined to get another helping of milk, the dragon reached forward and grabbed one of the juice-filled orbs with a paw, stabilizing it, then darting his head forward and taking several long, deep gulps. When Arak pulled back he noted that this mound now was visibly smaller than its twin. "Mmmmh, I could drink this delicious nectar all day long. I sure hope you let your mate at least some of that, if you didn't allow him release before."

At his words, the dragoness' face filled with dread as she looked him in the eyes. Catching her glance, the grey dragon chuckled "Oh yes, I met him, and I'm honestly quite impressed that this runt managed to put..." he shifted his hips "six eggs inside you. Well, about to become five." With that, he contracted the muscles in his feeder, and inside the females' womb, the head of his member_blooming_ open, revealing that the 'petals' and the inside of the hollow shaft were lined with tiny barbs to help push eggs down into his sack. With a slight flex of his muscles, Arak guided his member to grip the first of her eggs in its' petals.

"I'm having trouble understanding why you would allow yourself to be mated by such a whelp. He may have done a number on your womb, but that runt never could have protected you. Well, actually couldn't protect you at all." Meanwhile, he took his time with the egg he claimed, his feeders' contractions merely causing it to bump against her cervix. "He did put up quite the fight, considering how much his balls weighed him down. You didn't allow him release while you carried his eggs, did you? He may have been a runt, but no dragon should perish carrying so much seed around with him. Hnrf!"

A powerful contraction rushed through his shaft, ripping her first egg from her womb with a loud POP. She cried out in anguish, both due to physical pleasure and emotional pain. Tears started to flow down her cheeks as it fully dawned on her that her mate was dead. Her despair was only furthered by her own traitorous body, her cooch doing its best to pleasure her rapist, clamping down on his base and continously coating his crotch in fresh juices. Stolen was the first egg, not gently guided along by her warm walls, but ripped from the shelter of her womb by a wyrms' vile organ.

Arak paused for a moment, looking at her sobbing form, then spoke again. "You know, I was even tempted to mount that runt, show him his place. But I knew I needed all of my essence for the source of this captivating scent." The grey dragon leaned forward to help himself to another mawful of milk, causing her to recoil. He swallowed the sweet nectar with much relish. "Shh, my there's no reason to cry my beautiful hen. I still made sure that that dragonling departed this world without that weight between his hindlegs. You see, I rammed my tail into his tailhole, and pent up as he was he quickly started spilling himself." Arak chuckled "it was rather amusing actually. The more I choked the life out of him, the harder he erupted, and when life finally left him, his cock exploded, as if he was trying to get his seed into one last womb. Not that there was anything to impregnate, except the ground and its' former body. I actually got curious afterwards, and once he stopped leaking I opened up his sack, only to find it thoroughly barren of essence."

As he finished, the first egg finally came to rest inside the males' sack, the stretchy pouch starting to dangle between his legs. He gave a pleased growl. "Ahhhh...too long since I've felt a clutch back there. Shh, shh, no need to cry my dear dragoness, I won't leave you empty for long. I'm gonna fill you right back up, I promise, and I'm going to take good care of your clutch."

While he talked, his member was already gripping her second egg whit its petals, preparing to swallow it up and send it on its journy that would end between the grey dragons legs. But not all fighting spirit had left her yet, and while gritting her teeth_,_ she clamped down her abdominal muscles hard, forcing her cervix shut. To her misforutne, this only aroused the deviant male further. "Oh-ho-ooh, I love it when the hens make me work for it. It makes them yowl and cry even harder. Now, I hope you can forgive me if I get a bit more forceful...."

His shafts' petals' started gripped her second egg while the tight ring of her cervix pleasurably squeezed down around the spongy flesh further down. Arak smirked. "Let's see if I can't convince you first..." he gently moved his paws over her stomach and down to her legs, starting to gently move them in circles on her inner tighs. The dragoness failed to supress a pleased shudder, her body reacting to the gentle stimulations in the most natural way. "Mmmmh" he hummed "why don't you just give me your eggs,..." his paws moved towards her pelvis "get rid of that weak clutch..." they neared her engorged pussy "and I'll fill you right back up, to tide you over until you find a proper mate." He started pressing her folds against his flesh, gently and rythmically. The females' eyes were clenched shut, her breathing rapid. She desperatly tried to keep her feelings contained, to not let this vile beast claim satisfaction in bringing her to her peak. But as he lowered his head onto her belly and sturted humming, sending soft vibrations through her egg chamber, all was for naught.

With an ear-piercing cry, she burst, entering a trashing fit as an orgasm of unrivaled power ripped through her form. Her second egg, which had been denied passage by her cervix until now, started slipping down his feeder, the bulge stimulating the barb-lined insides, and in turn the blue dragons' inner canal. The grey dragon gave her a warm smile, betraying the act of rape he was committing. "See, that wasn't so bad. You seem to be quite happy by the looks of it even." She could not hear him, her mind still blanked by the force of her orgasm, and so she offered no resistanceas he gripped another egg with his petals and letting it join the ones' he had already claimed.

Arak gave a pleased sigh as he raised a hindleg to rub against the increasingly heavy pouch, the eggs shifting about in a the gelatinous, nutrient rich fluid that would stake his claim on those eggs. He already had the next of her eggs in his grasp, but the dragoness, slowly coming back to her sense started resisting him again, clamping down around his feeder once more. The male chittered. "Tsk tsk tsk, I tried my best to make it as enjoyable for you as I could, but if you insist, I will have to get a bit more forceful." And with that, he took a sudden step backwards, pulling the entirety of his shaft out of her womb, violently ripping the egg past her cervix in the progress.

Her eyes bugging out, she tried to yowl, but only a sooft wheeze escaped her throat as pain and pleasure combined to drive her to unknown heights. Her poor coochie could barely keep up with the sheer amount of arousel she expelled, drenching both dragons' crotches and giving the egg a wet goodbye kiss. The male leaned forward, over her now noticibly smaller belly, once again indulging in the secretions of her chest. And as he looked at ther face, glazed eyes randomly darting around the cave and panting maw agape, an inspiration struck him.

One moment, the dragoness desperatly trying to regain her senses, the next she felt something warm and gooey force itself down her throat. The grey dragon had put his maw over hers, jamming his tongue down her gullet and spilling the milk he had suckled from her chest, but not swallowed, down her throat. She jerked as she was forced to swallow her own warm, rich essence , the wyrms tongue scraping against the inside of her neck. Then something odd happened. A warm tingle spread through her insides, coalescing in her abdomen.

Arak pulled his head back and gave the blue dragon a curious look as she started shivering under him. She was just as bewildered as he was, looking down at her body as the intensity of this new sensations grew and grew. Then, she felt like as if something was stabbing into her womb, something that had nothing to do with the males' member inside her. The dragoness' hindlegs started jerking in sync with each new stab inside her, that feeling growing in both frequencey and intensity. The she felt as if something pulled inside her.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, all her limbs spread out and started shivering uncontrollably. Tears welled back into her as she realized what exactly was happening. With being forced to swallow her own rich milk, and her womb so thoroughly ravaged, her body had decided to commit the ultimate betrayal and lay her eggs right down that wyrms feeder.

A smile spread over the wyrms face as he too felt the contractions of her body. "There we go my dear. I knew I'd convince you eventually. Shh, shh, just relax, i'll take care of it" he cooed as he slightly pulled the prehensile tip of his feeder back, letting the head rest against the inner side of her cervix, petals spread wide open and ready to recieve her gifts.

And recieve them he did, the dragoness body eager to drop her clutch, even if her mind screamed no. It was Araks turn to shudder as two eggs at once forced their way down his hollow flesh. He started licking over the contracting-and now visibly flatter-scales of her belly, while the 'ness womb was still busy pumping out lubrication, meant to ease the eggs passage, but now only fattening up the males' sack. Araks was content with letting the fluids join her offspring. Solid or liquid, the contents made no difference to him as long as they came from a females' womb.

When he felt his sack growing taut with its load, he started to pull out of her, even though she wasn't done gushing yet. He took a few akward, waddling steps backwards, his movement impaired by the fact that the burden between his haunches almost touched the ground and shifted against his hindlegs with every movement. With a loud PLOP and a gush of juices from the females' twat he finally pulled out, his member remaining erect and bobbing slightly. He lovingly looked down at her winking slit, impressed by the force it continued to shudder and drench everything around it, be it her crotch, the floor, or even his underbelly.

"My my,would you look at that! A dragoness with a belly so empty it should be a crime. No need to fear, I shall make it swell right back up, give you something to keep your womb occupied." Her pupils were dilating rapidly, her sight unfocused, but his words nevertheless casued the female to give a glance in his direction. There she saw, above that vile piece of flesh he robbed her of her clutch with, his cock. A wicked thing, shorter than the feeder, but much thicker and tapering towards the tip. It was lined with spongy barbs, whose purpose could be mistaken for pleasuring the female, but in truth they only served the purpose of coaxing a female into ovulation, even if she was far away from her season. Or even if she was at its' peak, as the cyan female here was.

"Well, I hope it won't get too awkward with this one still standing proud" Arak said, bending his slightly twitching feeder to the side "I'm certain I can manage though. Now, here goes..." The postion was slightly off, he had to stand sideways as to not get his feeder in the way of anything.

Without further delay, the male shoved his breeding tool into her tunnel with a wet shluurp. The exhausted females response was merely a sharp inhale and a weak shudder, even as he rapidly started rutting her, his sack shifting and gurgling due to the movement. The grey dragon gave a blissful sigh. Despite just having squeezed her eggs out, the 'ness tunnel was still clamping down soo tight on his penis, his barbs viciosly raking across her inner walls. Being pent up, and so thoroughly drenched in pleasent scents, he knew he wouldn't last long, so he held nothing back, rutting her as quick and wild as he could. Already he could feel the warmth at the base of his sack, his seedpods churning up fresh essence.

Her cervix offered no resistance, no, the quivering ring of flesh was more like an open gate at this point. Arak could feel it occasionally squeezing the very tip of his member, the small part that he could reach deep enough with. Then, after a particularly deep thrust, he could feel his long awaited release. The barbs on his penis went rigid, digging into the dragoness' walls. His urethra yawned open, preparing to spill his essence. Araks' body slumped down slightly. Warmth crept across the inside of his breeding organ. His head tilted back, a goofy smile spreading across his face, his tongue lolling out.Then he bucked his hips forward, launching the first spear of cum across the females' womb. She merely arched her back once and then slumped down, lying still on the cold stone floor.

With each buck he shot another volley of creamy white sludge into her egg chamber, the vicious sperm wasting no time digging into the females' fresh eggs. With a long groan, he emptied the last reserves of his balls into her, but remained inside her even though he was spent. "Aaaaah, splendid! Those will keep you nice and gravid until a proper dragon finds you. Or, who knows, maybe I'll pay you a return visit." Noticing that she wasn't reacting in the slightest, the wyrm peered into her face. Her mouth was slightly open, her glassy eyes stared straight ahead without seeing. Even her nethers, which had been squeezing at him so delightfully throughout the whole encounter were still. He picked up her head and turned it slightly, only to have it fall back to the floor.

Arak frowned. "Looks like it was a bit too much for you, my dear hen. Ah well, at least I can say that I offed both your mate and you. Just a shame about the clutch you should have gotten now..." He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed slightly, causing a bit more milk to ooze out. "Although if it's any consolation, you'll still make a nice, creamy snack for whoever finds you now. Actually...." he licked his chops "...I might just take the first bite..." He leaned forward, his jaws opening...

And then he recieved a slap in the face. "That's quite enough now, you meanie." Kyra, the pale blue dragoness looked up at her mate with a mischiveous grin on her face. "Sorry" he repsonded like a child who had been found with its fingers in the jar of sweets. Arak looked her into the eyes and smiled "You were great. I never knew you could cry like that. And when you started laying..." "That wasn't entirely voluntarily. Feeding me my own milk was a dirty trick" she replied. "What can I say?" the grey draconid grinned "I know what buttons to push with a reluctant hen."

"You can push whatever of my buttons you want, Arak" Kyra glanced towards their joined groins. "Now you should pull out however. You're going soft.Oh, and don't forget to plug me right back up!" She uncurled her tail from his ankle she had been squeezing, the 'safe-sign' no longer necessary, and started tenderly stroking over the males' swollen sack with it. Arak gave a pelased sigh as he pulled out of her folds with a shlurp and a gush of fluids.

He took a moment to admire his handiwork. _H_er lips were swollen and bore a pinkish hue, a mixture of clear female slime and viscious male cream dripping from between her folds. Her voice snapped him back into reality. "What are you waiting for? Shove your tail in me before more drips out."

Hastily he guided his tail past his swollen sack and jammed it deep into her cunt, letting it curl up in the warm pool of his own cum inside her womb. Then he slowly lowered himself onto his back, collapsing into a satisfied, exhausted puddle. His feeder was still standing proud and erect, almost reaching his chest. Kyra cuddle up beside him, basking in her post-orgasmic warmth and the girth of his tail. "You know..." she cocked her head at him "you never actually told me wether you actually killed one of your conquests by rutting them..."

The wyrm smiled. His mate loved hearing stories about his past, and he had plenty to share. He leaned his head back, eyes staring into the past. "Yes, actually, a little gryphonling. Cute little thing, considering she was one of those annoying little cats." Kyra listened with rapt attention, slowly starting to stroke over his feeder with a paw. "I found her alone in a cave, with two tits that made her waddle between her legs and a belly far too heavy for such a young thing. Whoever knocked her up must've been quite virile, to make that cub swell so much."

The blue dragoness had started lapping at his feeders petals, the fleshy folds starting to pulsate under the stimulation. Arak hissed through grit teeth "Hhhh, she could barely move in her condition, but oh boy she wanted to run. Scaredy little cat screamed like she wanted to wake the dead, but wherever her parents were, they couldn't hear her. She got even louder when I started to to shove my feeder into her tight little tunnel. Good thing it's squishy enough to fit almost any creature size, otherwise I would have ripped her apart." The wyrm could feel a fresh wave of fluid splash from Kyras' vent onto his tail. Amused he started curling it around inside her, twisting and turning at, grinding it against the insides of her canal and womb. She started breathing slightly faster, her eyes opened slightly wider, but remained fixated on Araks' face.

"I just picked the little thing up and started sliding her down on my feede-hnng." He gasped as his petals bloomed open and his mate started licking over the sensitive barbs inside with her dextrous tongue. "Haaaa, her cervix took a bit of work to pry open" Arak continued "but her reaction when I did it was priceless. She stopped struggling and just hung in my paws completely dumbfounded and wide-eyed, touching her belly like she couldn't understand what I did. And her womb, oooh, that warm little oven..." Clumpy, colourless slime had started leaking from the depths of the grey drakes' feeder, only to be greedily lapped up by the blue.

"It was stuffed to the brim with eggs, way to many for such a small creature, and they weren't even fully developed yet. Still soft, still leathery, and so many of them! And then, when I started relieving her of her burden..." Kyra hissed softly, her folds clamping down on his tail. She was still lapping up the mixture of of Araks incubative juices and her own uterine fluids he was heaving up from his sack in increasing amounts.

"She started writhing while I held her, kicking with her legs and her eyes rolling back. Cute little bird wasn't trying to escape, but me rummaging around inside her was seemingly just too much for her young body. Far too much as it should turn out. She squirmed less and less the more eggs I pulled out of her, and about halfway through, she went limp and perished, slain by the sheer amount of sensations in her body. At least that's what I like to imagine happened, heh." He paused for a moment and shrugged "She would have died anway when the eggs would have grown larger. Her body wasn't nearly large enough to carry or even lay them, so I actually did her favour, kind of. And even if she somwhow would have managed to hatch them, she couldn't have fed them. I got curious how such a chicks milk might taste, and as it turns out, not great. It was sour and watery, not at all like the one I tasted on adult gryphonesses. Her body was even to young to produce proper milk as it turned out..." For a moment, he was lost in thoughts, then he raised his head to look at Kyra.

His mates' tongue lolled out, the female panting slightly. "W-what happened to the eggs?" she asked eagerly. "They were too soft to survive their stay in my sack. But they made for a nice cream as dessert to the body that carried them. Gryphon chicks are tasty, and their eggs even more so." Kyra shuddered for a moment and clamped down on his tail. "Speaking of eggs hrrnf, what exactly do you wanna do with those?" Arak groaned as his feeder spat another glob of slime onto his chest "You should stop if you don't want to eat them now."

Arak never had any interest in setting a clutch of his own into the world, not in the past, and not when he met Kyra. He found that eggs, ripening inside him long enough to thorougly soak themselves in his fertile juices, but not long enough to actually be fertilized, made for a delicious and healthy meal. Any eggs he claimed had been eaten by him, and Kyra very quickly came around to the idea. Food was rare in these high mountain parts, but a clutch of hers could keep them sated for a week. "Oh, no they have to ferment a bit longer" she smirked deviously "however, I intend to get an...appetizer."

The male groaned, knowing what she intended to do. "Alright, but I'm going to need another helping of your milk for that." His mate giggled "You're so greedy, you know that?" "That's right, and that's just the way you like it. You give me one of your teats before I take it myself." "But maybe I would like that, who knows?" she answered but sidled up closer to him, raising one of her breasts with a paw towards his craning neck. She put a hindpaw on his sack as he started suckling her sweet essence, feeling the orbs she created within the taut pouch.

Arak started humping forward, sending clumps of clear slime all over his chest. He pulled his head back, panting and growling, white fluid leaking from the corners of his maw. Kyra took the opportunity to lean down and close her jaws over his feeder, slamming her tongue into the inside of the sensive organ. Immediatly she tasted a strong mixture of her mates' incubative juice mingled with a combination of both her arousal and her uterine fluids.

Arak threw his head back and let loose a thundering roar, at the same time as his legs started frantically kicking the air, his tail started spasming even wilder than before and his feeder started to shoot large spouts of fluid. Kyra grit her teeth as she felt her mates' tail scrape across her insides, from cunt to womb, and she felt something bump against her hindpaw. The wyrms body was attempting to heave their eggs back up, but Kyra would not have that. She pressed down her paw slighty more forcefully, careful not to hurt her mate. She was rewarded with ragged roaring from her mate, and a delicious cocktail from the depths of his sack, the clumpy fluid having no problem passing by the barrier her rear limb created.

She felt dizzy as the hot cocktail spilled across her tongue down her throat, the fertile concoction causing her breasts to leak fresh milk. Her mate was panting now, the occasional throb sending another gush of slime forth and causing the eggs to make another escape attempt. But Kyra remained firm until the throbs had ceased and her mates' breathing had slowed down to a calm, steady rythm, a happy smile adorning his face. Exhausted, she collaped right beside him, drenched in all manners of juices and a warm oven full of dragoncum and -tail. Together, they fell into a well-deserved slumber.