VII: The Lady under the Mountain

In the plains of the kingdom, the night was usually not something to be feared nor it hid any dangers other than the occasional thief sneaking inside a house or a couple of bandits moving through high bushes to avoid being detected by large amount of patrols that littered the whole place. There were no races beyond the human one that called this place home, no snakemen, no elves, no dwarves and no trolls, which made the humans under the rule of their king live with a decent amount of quiet and safety. All but one place where everyone knew that dragons lived in: the Valley. It wasn't a forbidden ground at first, merely someplace that was hard to get to and didn't really bring anything but some deer and what little herbs that grew on the rocky cliffs of the mountain, until the Dragon came and settled down. There were many dragons that flew over the heads of the citizens, no doubt about that, many were big, most weren't, some acted arrogant and some ignored the humans below their wings, but this one, they called him Dragon for a reason. He had been seen twice in well over a year, and both times he scared the shit out of everyone that saw him, the second time far more than the first one. The king himself had seen the creature and had told everyone to stay away if they wanted to treasure their lives, that the Dragon wouldn't hurt them at all if they kept some distance or if they approached with extreme caution. No one wanted to get close, some bandits did, they ran away. There were rumours that the Dragon had sired many young hatchlings, far more than what any other scaled beast would be able to have in an entire lifetime, but there was no one brave enough to see if those rumours had any basis at all, no one but six cloaked figures that ran silently in the night.

They had avoided dozens of guard patrols, which slowed their journey far more than what swamps and forests had done in the past few days and made them resort to move outside the range of the dirt roads that led to the Valley. They were hunched, low on the ground, one or two almost breaking into a four legged run, their nostrils flaring as if they were tracking some fading scent like hound dogs during a hunt. Their muscles ached and they had been sweating heavily under the cloaks for days now, but they didn't stop their run, unless they met more guards of course.

"How much more Bryce? I am dying here, we've been running for five days now!" One of them stopped and put his hands on a tree, trying to catch some breath, panting loudly.

"Not long, we're almost there." The response was a whisper as yet another patrol arrived and moved past the group that was hiding in the bushes.

"You said that two days ago and after that we ran fifty more miles ..."

"Listen Nigel, we have a mission so we're going to complete it, you can stay here and rest but do not come and beg for forgiveness when our Lord scolds you for not being able to get to the destination." A second figure seemed to glare at Nigel from under the dark hood that covered his face and that seemed to shut him up. "Come on let's go."

The six of them resumed their run a minute later as they also accidentally had to rest for a moment or two and soon they were dashing through empty fields and lone roads again, barely able to see the objects in front of them due to the darkness of the night and the lack of a moon to light their way. Still, they ran and ran until they saw the danger signs that delimited the lands that had long since been dubbed as the Valley where no one came even close to. And yet, they weren't the only ones that night that planning to enter the forbidden grounds: as the cloaked men stopped, they found themselves facing another small group, four people, four women alone in the night. There was silence for a few minutes as everyone looked at the other party.

"Who are you?" Bryce was the one to ask, since he was the leader of his own group. "What are four women doing here in the middle of the night, alone to boot?"

"What are six men in black doing here then?" The answer came with a soft snarl and a very pissed tone. "It's none of your business anyways."

"I know, but... we're planning to go deeper inside the Valley, I take you are thinking of doing something similar, is that correct?" He stared at the woman who spoke but the darkness that clad his face made it seem to her as if he had no face at all. "Since you aren't denying it, how about we... go there together?"

"Together?" One of the other women gasped and shrunk to the back of her group. "We don't know you at all."

"Miss, you're unarmed, without escort, and standing at the entrance of the most dangerous place this kingdom knows of in the middle of the night, I think that us not knowing each other is quite frankly not the issue here." The women swore he was smiling under that cloak of his but they couldn't have seen it at all. "I'll ask again: we're also going inside, our reasons are just as private as yours, although guessing is quite easy considering the rumours around this very place. Maybe going together will help ease your fear."

"Fine." The woman that spoke first held a hand forwards for Bryce to shake.

"Violet!"

"Quiet Cyril." Bryce shook her hand, marvelling at the strength she had while she was left puzzled by the weirdness that she felt when her hand met his: she had seen blacksmiths and soldiers with rough hands, but this man made them pale in comparison. "Let's go." She shook that feeling off and let the group of men pass next to her own and started walking behind them.

With the addition of four women, the pace of the six slowed down even more, but the fact that these women weren't the kind that complained too much and instead marched on with a fire in their eyes, made the men feel respect for them to the point that Nigel and one other offered to carry one lady on their backs. They refused but sped up their pace at the same time. A couple of hours passed as they all climbed the mountain and sweated a lot and when dawn started breaking out, the enlarged group was wheezing on a lone rock right where the slope took a down turn. Their relief for having reached the peak of the mountain was cut short soon after as, before they all noticed anything, with how tired they all were, each and every one of them was snatched by something big. They looked in awe and fear as ten dragons held one person each by the collar of their clothes or capes, letting them dangle high on the ground and scream in fear in the women's case. Somehow the men's capes never fluttered or uncovered the shadows of their hoods, keeping the six perpetually shrouded in a layer of darkness so thick even the shining sun didn't manage to pierce it.

Every last dragon was well over ten feet tall, massive, strong, and broke into a mad dash with the people still held by their sharp teeth, now swaying left and right, begging their clothes to hold on for just a moment more. When their kidnappers took flight though, even the men screamed and prayed that they'd not fall towards the ground and die like mosquitoes under a hand. Luckily for them, the flight was fast and mostly uneventful, the landing not so much since they were downright tossed on the dirt and rolled several times before stopping. Just as they got up, dozens of eyes locked on them, dozens of dragons of all sizes and colours, all staring from every imaginable angle around the small clearing they had been tossed on. Not one of the group was exempt from such a scrutiny and as such, they all shivered in fear.

"What the... who's there?" A booming voice came from deep within the cave that opened in that very same clearing, the ground shook more than a little and further pushed the women into a state of fear. The men, on the other hand, didn't seem all that scared now.

"Am I speaking with Mistress Hela?" Bryce shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice still deep but pitiful if compared to the one of the dragon hidden within the cave.

"Yes. Who are you and how do you know my name?"

"I come bearing news of your mate Hal." There was silence for just about half a second before the ground shook again and again, far stronger quakes making the rocks tumble from the face of the mountain. The dragons around them seemed confused and curious by the man's words but didn't act or say anything, they waited. There was one last giant tremor and then, from the depths of the cave, a massive black monstrosity, a black dragoness of such proportions that made the tallest of dragons around the women look small, appeared and looked down on them.

"Hal? How do you know about him?" She craned her neck and with her she brought forth gusts of air and a smell so peculiar, so deep and musky that the women couldn't help but shiver and try to cover their noses with fragrant cloths, an effort easily proven to be wasted. Her maw was so big the men could step inside it and stand with ease, but they didn't seem scared still, even under the magical cloaking they wore, instead... they felt like they were waiting for such a thing to happen. Hela took a deep breath and frowned. "I do not smell him on you."

"We are aware of that, Mistress, we... there are reasons as to why."

"I care not for your reasons, you came here and bothered me and my family right before daybreak so you'd better have some proof of your words or else you'll have to be punished." She wasn't pissed, merely annoyed, but her size and the air around her were so thickly laden in power that it was the same as being stared down by a mad dragon.

Bryce and the other men looked at each other and nodded before their arms shot out of their sleeves and showed that their hand were covered in big gloves made out of leather. Their bodies stiffened as magic flowed from their fingertips to their surroundings, making the air shine and vibrate as the particles flowed and fulfilled their purpose: it was just a prick at first, a sniff, a feeling, but it all turned into a musky stench so deep, so thick, that not one creature in the clearing wasn't able to smell it. Hela took in a deep breath, relishing in the scent of her mate that thickened still in the air as the six men cast off their gloves and cloaks, revealing that under the black cloths, there was no simple human skin. Green glistening scales of an emerald tone covered each and every last one of them, sharp claws and slitted eyes reflected the light of the rising sun and strong muscles, lean and not bulky in the least, made them look like sculptures. Their scent spread around and the dragons drank in it, feeling as if their father was there with them, mere inches away, but that lovely musk faded with the wind, the only thing that left was the general arousal of every living being: the older clutch felt their sheaths engorge and spill their contents out in the air and their vents glisten with a fresh sheen of lust, the younger hatchlings merely feeling that lovely tingle while the six scaled men grew hard and their members pushed out of their own slits. Each had only one cock, but all six were disproportionate and thick, standing at two feet completely engorged, spilling pints of preseed all over the ground, large enough at the base to spread their puffy slits wide open. Hela craned her neck one more time and licked Nigel from his groin to his head, slathering him in saliva and the seed that he spilled instantly on her tongue. The man came hard, hissing, spurting what looked like gallons of spunk in less than a minute, all of which ended on the black scales of the dragoness. The women were beyond shocked, staring in a mix of fear and confusion and a shameful, not-so-secret wish to be aroused by the stench, seeing as it caused so much pleasure.

"Mmmh, you do taste like him..."

"We are sorry, mistress, but we were instructed not to let anyone smell his scent on us so we used some magic to hide it. It wasn't easy, with him being so potent." Bryce wasn't fazed in the least by the still spurting cock of his companion, to the point that he envied him for having been licked like that, whereas the other stroked themselves at the sight, moaning softly after having been forced to hide their scent for so long. Their sweat had concentrated so much it wafted in the air and attracted some of the younger dragons who licked each one of them clean, murring happily. "It was for safety reasons."

"I know, anyone other than us would have went into rut on the spot and speaking of which..." She turned around and faced the four women who, despite being flushed with redness and clearly somewhat affected by the scents around them, weren't on the floor masturbating madly. "How is it that you're not aroused?" Violet stepped forth and bowed as calmly as being in front of such an abnormally large dragoness could let her.

"W-we... we're ill." She paused. "We have all been... cursed or something... as no matter what we try, no matter what spell we submit ourselves to or herb we ingest, we remain... infertile." Such a word had never been spoke around the dragons, so it was understandable that some of the younger ones wouldn't be able to comprehend what it meant. Hela knew the meaning though, and she felt a tang of sadness and pity for the women in front of her: they wanted kids, but no matter what, they couldn't, whereas she was far more fertile than what they could even dream of. "It's been so long, our husbands are starting to think we'll never have children and our marriages will become worthless. Cyril's has already turned on her chambermaids and is expecting twins, he'll have children, just not hers." The woman in question looked down at the ground, her hands tightly gripping her dusty clothes. "We have searched far and wide, went to every doctor and mage, chewed on lizardfolk's bitter medicine, I personally sat through a dozen fertility rituals among centaurs and still saw no progress. When we heard that the king of this nation had sired many heirs despite him having announced years ago that he had become infertile due to health problems, we rushed here. We were desperate. While the king refused to meet us, the people under him had plenty of theories and the only common point among them is that this miraculous event happened after meeting the Dragon that took residence in this valley." It would've been a lie to say that no one was moved by her speech: even if someone were to sneer at their desperation or bad luck, they'd still have to admire the sheer tenacity of their attempts. Hela grunted, deep down aware of the pain they had but ultimately unable to understand. Her eyes scanned the crowd of dragons around the entrance to the cave, many were hers, many were not, but all were family and thinking she had been so lucky to receive the gifts she had, made her all the more inclined to helping the poor women.

"Well, my dears, you're in luck: I just know what might do the trick for you lot. Follow me dearies, everyone. Kids, stay out and play."

The giant dragoness smiled, turning around ever so slowly just as the first lights of the day were reaching beyond the first few feet of the cave entrance, highlighting the details that darkness hid from the group: the rock itself was cracked, deep prints of something immensely heavy, the rim of the cave splintered much in the same way but clearly in a more purposeful way, to allow the passage of a truly massive dragon. Hela's body moved immense amounts of air, pushing it against the humans and the hybrids alike as if wind was blowing from the depths of the cave, carrying that same, utterly virile and dense musk, but even in the warm haze, the brains of the onlookers geared back up at the sight of the rest of the body of the dragoness. Words failed and even thoughts didn't fare any better to describe the appearance of the female, but a concepts could: virility and fertility. The dragoness's belly wasn't bare like any other dragon they knew or saw, it was crowded with teats so wide they could smother the entire group of humans with ease, each one of the six she possessed. They bounced heavily against each other, scale sliding against scale, soft, leaking what was clearly milk by the hundreds of gallons every few seconds at the slightest of stimuli, of which the dragoness was providing plenty. Rivers of creamy white flowed to the depths of the cave but some managed to reach them, warm and fragrant, though still tainted with that masculine stench as if it was embedded into her very nature to reek that way. As the six, house smothering teats leaked their precious cargo, something far less motherly and feminine began to poke out of them, something that wobbled just as much. From the deep, dark valley of the black behemoth's tits, the very tip of a monumental cock sent fat globs of another kind of white towards the group. It was hard to say just how big the dragoness' cock was, whether it was ten feet long or even more, so cleverly hidden by her teats. The mere act of brushing of flesh against scales seemed to make her growl in pleasure, the boiling heat of her nethers warming up everything else, even the humans. Hela completed her turn with agonisingly slow movements, the turn taking well over a minute so that her audience could bask in the soft glory of her swaying breasts before being confronted with her backside. Nestled above a pair of fat balls that dwarfed even the jiggling mounds beyond, was a slick, winking slit that beckoned every male, egging them on. Not one escaped the charm and sweet, sweet pheromones wafting from those engorged lips, not even her children, especially not her children, who let their own massive lengths bob and spew precum by the dozens of gallons to entice their mother back. As fellow females, the four human women could feel the aura of a mother on her, the impression her vent had been bred so much and for so long and made so many eggs see the light was clear as day. Hela grinned, proud, but she had other things to do and, still letting the puny bipedals stare at her fat sack and her glistening vent, she marched towards the inside of the cave.

The group moved behind her, trying to follow her long steps down the slope, fighting the fatigue of a long journey and the mounting arousal that just wouldn't go away. Even the females, with their weaker sense of smell and their illness, couldn't help but blush, get heated and needy, clenching their hands on their clothes to hold their ground whereas the hybrids were giving in to it and breathing as deep as they could. One in particular took one breath too many and fell on the ground, writhing in pleasure as his cock spasmed and coated his front in thick seed, attracting one lone hatchling that began licking him clean and halting his advance. The rest moved on, although most of the males had come once or twice and left a trail of fresh spunk on the cave floor. Hela's sack jostled constantly beneath her tail, heavy enough for them to hear the waves of seed slosh inside and big enough to hide the monstrous equipment that lied behind it, male or female, a clear trail of one, no, three kinds of fluids slickened the way as she walked. Her cock and sheath drooled pre in large squirts that dripped down her breasts to mix with her milk, her breasts so big they scraped against the floor of the cave, each single bounce signalling a spray of sweet milk from the thousands upon thousands of gallons each of her teats held.

Then, their attention was taken away by moans and groans so loud and powerful the ground itself shook when they reached a point where the pack split. The black behemoth smiled devilishly, intentionally veering off-course into the chamber to the left, soon letting the visitors know that there were two more dragons that lived in the valley. Jaws fell and eyes widened at the sight once more: on one side of the hole in the mountain there was an expanse of green scales so big that it could contain the black dragoness with ease, attached to that expanse was another female, moaning, drooling heavily on the stone floor as a small horde of freshly hatched dragons cluttered around her belly, fighting for their meals. Hela strutted inside, careful not to accidentally hurt one of the many hatchlings scuttling about. The green dragoness murred, feeling the black female make her way inside, attempting to turn her head just enough to see her sister, but failing. Nala only succeeded in making her body wobble, waves appearing on her body as the immense mass shifted. The women held their mouths to their hands, drinking in the sight of a dragoness that made their thoughts of calling the black female an apex of fertility utterly dumb. The second female's teats were something else truly, each dozens of feet wide, the nubs capping them big enough to make men look small, around which several hatchlings gathered, lapping the milk that flowed freely. A veritable lake of frothy cream surrounded her and the eight titanic breasts of the broodmother, for that was what she was. Even as her children drank her milk, she never stopped giving birth to yet more, fat, gigantic eggs sliding out of her abused, stretched out vent, quickly carried out of the room by one of her sons and daughters dedicated to making sure her clutch was taken care of. Nala was more womb than dragoness at this point, hundreds of eggs could be seen through her scales, waiting to be pushed out, a mountain of them inside the dragoness.

On the other side was something not quite as big though equally as insane: a male, big, far bigger than any other dragon, built like a mountain of pure muscle but squealing in the same feminine way as the green dragoness, lapping at his own cock, jamming the tens of feet of engorged flesh down his throat, swallowing waves of seed as his stomach swelled and swelled, as if attempting to reach the thirty feet of diameter of his female companion. The male's sack sloshed and contracted, pumping its load and making the throat of the dragon bulge out with every titanic shot and still the male didn't dare to remove the rod from his maw, not until the pressure of his bowels forced the seed to spray from his nostrils. What looked like twenty feet of red, engorged cockflesh sprang with energy out of his mouth, slapping the rock hard enough to crack it and still the male came and came and came, hosing the floor with musky seed, thickening the air still. Seed and milk mixed together, a lewd sea that quickly washed over the feet of the onlookers, drained by the slope of the tunnels down into the darkness. Then, with a loud moan that screamed of pure, unadulterated pleasure, the male lifted his tail high in the air, revealing a puffy tailhole, soft and round. The pillowy ring of flesh spoke louder than his moans, proof of hundreds of times it had taken cock inside it, a testament to the male's inclinations, slowly spreading around something that much like the female's teats didn't quite fit to his sex: a bright orange shell poked from the red mass of the male's tailhole, spreading it pleasantly and making the flow of seed gushing from his still spurting cock stronger as he came harder still with pleasures no male should or know about. With rhythmic clenches, more of the massive egg came into life and slid out of a hole it wasn't supposed to slide out of. Drak howled and pushed as hard as he could and finally managed to expel the egg, only to feel another begin its journey down his bowels. The women looking couldn't help but feel hot and needy whereas the six hybrids only stroked themselves, two lapping the flow of mixed fluids from the ground, rubbing their cocks on the warm stone and adding their pathetic loads to the pool their feet swam in. Hela grinned and moved forward with sloppy wet sounds as her paws splashed on the foot deep mix that surrounded her mates. Her cock flopped free from its musky confines, thickening the air instantly with the reek of maleness. Both the green female and the red male did their best to move their bodies so that the swaying pole could get within their mouths' range, tongues lolling out in a desperate attempt to lick it. The monstrous thirty feet cock broke free of its owner's cleavage, steaming as the sweat clinging to its flesh evaporated. Hela knew that their bellies couldn't even let them hope to move, so big they were and thus it fell on her to tend to each of her mates. Her monumental backside lowered on top of the male's snout, smothering it in a sea of bubbling, roiling spunk safely tucked inside her balls. Drak instantly started huffing at the stench of untold loads stored within that sack, the sheer weight of it pinning him down. Unfortunately for him, the black behemoth had other plans and soon he was deprived of that pleasure, much to Nala's own as her panting mouth was plugged by cock. Foot after foot of towering flesh was pushed inside her waiting gullet, soon dumping fresh loads of seed inside her stomach. Hela sighed in relief as she relaxed her protesting muscles, allowing a flood of pent up spunk she had so generously kept inside herself to fill her mate up nicely, though the effect it had on her was negligible, aside from sparking an earth-shattering orgasm. The dragoness' balls roiled, visibly straining to push load after load after load of concrete-like batter through dozens of feet of cock. Drak whined, left alone until a few males rushed towards him and presented their cocks to him for his morning meal. His mouth opened, taking five of them at once, his tongue darting from one to the other, licking, squeezing and quickly bringing them to spurt their loads.

"I hope you'll excuse me, I had to feed her." The women paled and clutched their skirts and tried to hide the flush their nethers were experiencing and the trickle of arousal down their thighs, so faint it went unnoticed to anyone but them and still it made them hope for the best. "Were my mate here, he'd be the one taking care of your needs but he's not so I will be the one. Although I am not in possess of his magic, I think I know what will help you overcome this hurdle and obtain what you so dearly wish. He turned us from small worthless dragons into this, made me sire well over a dozen eggs within one single year and turned my sister and this one here in egg machines. She laid several dozens even before she was stuck like that, now she has already doubled that amount and still she hasn't lost much of her size." The green female gloated with pleasure and pride as her story was told to the visitors for whom she had no interest. Hela grunted, halting the flood of spunk, slowly taking out foot after foot of cock from that tight throat only to plunge it inside Drak's, who was now swallowing the length with a smirk on his face, his snout surrounded by the thick black sheath folds that hid the very base of it, the musk and slime of countless gallons of spunk pooling inside lapped and cleaned. The titanic male rode through another orgasm in the presence of the humans, adding a few thousand more gallons of seed to the pool, pushing yet another person-sized egg. The black female casually conversed with her guests, filling either one of the two immobilized dragons occasionally or raising her legs for her nieces to nurse from her own teats.

"Anything, anything to finally be able to have our children." The woman that spoke clearly spoke for the rest as a host of steel gazes met the warm one of the dragoness.

"You six want to tend to my children or do you want... a little present yourselves?" The men that weren't already reaching for the closest of her spawn's cocks or vents, those that decided to venture down the tunnels, raised their heads and stared at the massive female.

"W-w-would you grant us another...?"

"Why yes, Hal made me to fill in for him while he's away after all, I believe some exposure to his seed can add a few more touches to you." The three hybrids shivered and rushed to kneel in front of her, muttering all sorts of praises. "I'll take that as a yes, my dears, but first I need to give these two their morning dose of cock or they will turn grumpy."

The moment she said that, the two resumed their futile attempts at getting on their feet or dragging themselves closer to her with several tons' worth of eggs weighting them down to near immobility. Hela licked their snouts, one and then the other, pondering which one was to be first, her cock idly drooling thick waterfalls of pure cum, massaged by her jostling breasts. She looked at Drak who had put on his puppy eyes, tail wagging madly behind him, raised so high the stench of cum and sex started to cloud the air even more than it already did. Her cock jumped with glee at the display of willingness more so than other days, egged on by the captive, horny, flushed audience. She made her way behind him to his pleasure and Nala's discontent, forcing her to busy herself by laying a couple more eggs to pass the time. The black dragoness murred as she angled her cock tip towards his puffy, swollen ring, the gaping chasm that had just finished laying his own share of eggs. Drak moaned like a bitch in heat as the first ten feet slid in with impossible ease, spearing his bowels with hot flesh.

"Yes! Oh... ffffck... please... Hela... fill me up more... I want more... many more..." His breathing was heavy, short, his heart raced fast as his mate's cock scraped his bowels and made him a sleeve for that magnificent tool. "I'm starting to feel Hal's eggs are running dry..." The dragoness finished hilting herself inside him, her sheath mashing lewdly against his pliable tailhole, letting out a deluge of concentrated fluids that constantly pooled inside it, the result of her constant arousal and the backflow of hundreds of spent loads. "I want more eggs..."

"Oh, does the little slut want more? Do you want to lay twenty more? What about thirty?"

"I want... forty... no... fifty... more... I need more..."

"Alright." She grinned and picked up the pace, pounding the needy male into the ground, her balls slapping his own with strength and all the weight if her body behind them. The wet and slick smacks of wet scales on wetter scales echoed in the cave, higher and higher as the two closed their lips, keeping the most animalistic of grunts in. "Let's see if I can pump a hundred, ok?" Hela growled, a deep, rumbling growl that sent vibrations through the very rock along the ones of her thrusts. Her cock slid in and out, in and out, slickened with his fluids, every last inch throbbing madly, stretching the passage around it till it was paper-thin.

Drak came and came, the waves of seed reaching the guests now far more dense and thick than before, the scent of sex and musk and sweat so powerful it oozed down the walls and stuck to their tongues. Nala complained as she kept pushing eggs out of her abused vent, the diameter of her womb thinning ever so slightly as her arousal forced her to push more out to make space for what was to come. Hela roared and bit down on Drak's neck, drawing a hint of blood as her sack contracted with strong pulses, halving down in size in mere seconds as the male's belly inflated with every pump of her nuts. His feminine howls of pleasure echoed in the cave and then in the entire valley, waking everyone up and signalling the start of another day. Hela kept breeding the slut for long minutes, her claws digging deep trenches in the rock, riding her own orgasm like a true stud, never stopping, never halting for a second even if her nuts heaved and sloshed, straining madly to push load after load, seemingly without end as with every thousand gallons dumped, two thousand more seemed to be ready to come after. Her monumental climax added several feet of width to his belly, turning the effort he had spent pushing dozens of eggs out into nothing. The tide of concrete-like spunk rushed through his bowels, flooding one egg pouch after the other, even those still chock full and waiting to empty their contents after so many weeks so backed up the dragon was. For every new egg added to his still massive amount, a small orgasm hit his body, every orgasm forced countless gallons rushing through his own cock, as if attempting to prove to the world he wasn't but a mere breeding bitch to be rut and filled. The male's immense nuts groaned, desperate to release the pressure but little their protests mattered to the dragoness, her own smacking against them with enough force to shatter metal, providing a little support to his needs. The oozing musk could be taste by the humans by now, dense enough to be cut with a knife, clinging to their skin. The black dragoness had mentioned her mate, the one that held the real power: if she was this potent and still sat on the number two spot among the hundreds of dragons in the valley, just how strong was the Dragon?

Hela at long last pulled out of Drak's winking tailhole, not a drop of cum on her cock, not a single one for over thirty feet of hard shaft, all of it dumped inside her bitch who still begged for more despite his belly having grown twenty two feet in the meantime, pushing back against Nala's. Now that he had received his share, the green female mewled pitifully for hers, her tail so hiked up it strained her sore muscles, her slit forced open so desperate she was to feel something that wasn't eggs inside her but again, Hela had other plans. The load she had just spent had taken quite a lot out of her, she wasn't Hal after all, she wasn't endlessly virile and needed a break. Her mouth darted for her sister's teats, the fat nubs fitting perfectly into her mouth, almost as if they were meant to feed dragons her size and not small hatchlings. Milk flowed by the hundreds of gallons as she squeezed, kneaded, pinched and drank from the immobile broodmother, making her squeal in pleasure and desperation still. All eight of her teats strained, amping their production thanks to the meal she had just gotten, refilling themselves faster than they could be drained just as their contents filled Hela's balls. The roiling hills of taut flesh expanded under the eyes of the spectators in a depraved show of power and virility as if she hadn't just pumped pools' worth of seed into the red dragon. The sound of her sack sloshing was almost deafening as were the throbs of need of her cock, the beats of her heart through the air. The luridly virile show was halted as Hela stopped drinking and speared herself onto the broodmother without waiting for a second more, her shaft piercing through her just as fast all the way to the hilt in one long thrust. Nala screamed in joy, at last filled up with cock, tired of not being able to stay days at a time with her mate's flesh spreading her vent, Hal's lack of presence was almost impossible to tolerate. The eggs inside her womb jostled as the flow of cum began, filling up what little space was left between them, hundreds upon hundreds of lives awaiting to start suddenly met with dense batter that would further crowd their mother's gravid body. Thrust after thrust Hela rammed herself into her sister, her possessive licks adding to the fantasy of being bred again by the father of her endless clutch, dozens of eggs joining the others as her body drank from the tide. More minutes passed with grunts and squeals, the sight of two titans rutting perpetually engraved into the puny human and hybrid minds as the stench of sex started to seep into their cells, slowly tweaking bits and pieces. Already the women were feeling far more flushed, their chests heaving from the lack of fresh air and the overwhelming musk around them. Five more minutes, countless loads and god knows how many more eggs, Hela pulled out, her balls once again shrunk severely, once again not a drop of wasted seed.

"Follow me." Hela got up on her feet, cock hanging out, heavy, swinging left and right to coat the walls of the cave with the last tubs of seed her still overly full balls pushed out whenever it brushed against the soft flesh of her breasts. The small group followed her silently, breathing in a musk that somehow got stronger with every step they made deeper into the caves. "My mate quite literally fucked us into gods of fertility over the course of the time we spent as his side, so we retain some of his powers still, but to be sure, I will give you humans access to the pool and see what happens then. You three will instead be with me, I always wanted to know how it feels to have something crawl inside my cock. Hal always said it's quite nice." The four women looked at the hybrids expecting fear or confusion but they only found a deep lust and desire, shocking them a little bit more, though the room to be shocked was quickly running out. Their bodies were flush, more so than they had been in years, a strong need building up within them, stronger than the one they had for their husbands. The musk was had been worming inside their minds and the scenes of sex so wild and impossible made the modest forms of their men and their abilities far less interesting, making them wonder whether it was worth it to go all the way to become fertile again and waste that gift on a mere five inches of human cock. Hela saw the doubt, she wondered whether that determination they had when entering Hal's domain would hold for long. "Here we are." The black behemoth moved to the side, her every giggly bit swaying and leaking copious amounts of fluids to allow the group to see what was further inside the cave: a lake, gigantic enough to hold even the green female were she to find the strength to get up and waddle her way there, impossibly deep and white as snow. Waves formed on the surface and smaller pools crowned the surroundings. The humans bent down at the first whiff of the air inside, their folds moistening instantly and their bodies burning with that need, only far stronger than they could imagine.

"What... what is this?"

"This is Hal's doing. When he was alone here for the first few months he had no one to give his seed to, so he unloaded it here, months' worth of constant release, but also the seed that the tunnels outside and what little dripped from us when we bathed, all collected here." The hybrids were on the ground, licking the very stone and the dried seed on it, adding once more what little they could offer. "You may choose a pool to bathe in, it will surely make you far more fertile than any human in history." The four looked at her, barely standing on their feet as she moved to the side and slumped on her flank, lapping at the tip of her cock as it poked the valley of her breasts, squeezing them to apply more pressure on herself. "If you can withstand the side-effects that is." Her wicked smile and words failed to reach the excited women, who had at last reached the end of their tiring journey.

"Let's go, we waited long enough to get what we wanted and I will not chicken out now." Violet began to undress herself in front of her friends and the dragoness behind her, tossing her clothes in a pile on the floor before choosing the closest and biggest pool there was. She turned around and snapped her fingers. "Come on you three, get moving. I will not wait. Richard has been alone at home for so long I fear he may have given up on me and I will not have it." She marched to the pool and stood at the edge, her knees weak and wobbly, but jumped inside nonetheless: the white seed around her rose and feel, dense, warm, salty and made her head swim now that she was so close to it, her feet barely touching the floor. It bubbled around her and her friends when they joined in and the need that had blossomed inside them burst into mad desire soon: Violet grabbed Cyril and kissed her deeply, keeping her close together and falling under the white surface to dive down, their lips connected still and their folds giving in to the pressure around them, filling up with the most powerful of studs' essence. Under the surface they couldn't see but they were already changing.

"It won't take long." Hela stared at the pool where the four straight women were kissing each other, pleasuring each other, loving each other with such intensity that her own need swelled along her cock. "Now, get inside you three." She eyed the hybrids that had been strong enough to resist and presented them her cock in all of its glory, the tip oozing cloudy pre and seed alike, pooling on the floor in tubs and buckets by the second, wide enough to stick an arm in and then some. Her claws parted it and revealed the soft flesh within, slick with fluids and spreading her own musk that got lost in the damp air of the cave. "Come on my pretties." One of the hybrids couldn't take it anymore and ran, feet splashing in the puddles of her lust, slamming his small body against the engorged flesh and licking it with his tongue.

Ropes of warm seed splattered where his two feet long cock touched hers, smearing the sticky produce all over it and his tongue lapped at the insane amounts of pre that she pumped out. His companions rushed and joined him, two at the side and one in front, bathed in her virility and stench, the entrance to her cock spreading around his head as he delved deeper. With a smirk and a moan, Hela felt her member contract from the base all the way to her tip and spread more and more until it was wide enough to swallow the hybrid which she pushed in with a claw. The feeling of smooth scales sliding inside a passage so sensitive it rivalled her vent, the bumps and the teasing licks he gave, made her growl and want more and more. In one fell swoop she shoved the other two inside, cramming them down her cock up to her elbow immediately, her flesh engorged and steel hard around her arm, her walls clamping down on herself as they tried to pull it in. When she took it out it glistened in clear pre, wet, musky, and of the three there was little other than a bump at the base, one that disappeared inside the vast expanse of her balls a moment later. Hela roared and felt her nuts squeeze the invaders out, tugging and pulling, pushing her seed out in one constant stream rather than strong pumps, a waterfall rather than anything else. She now understood just why Hal loved doing this often: it was incredible and such a novel sensation... The shapes of the men inside her sack proved far too much for a novice like her to bear and she slumped on the floor, left rubbing her shaft between her breasts, drinking her own milk to sate a hunger that was growing in her belly.

One of the women in the pool broke through the surface and took a deep breath of air, her nostrils flaring for but a moment before they sunk in a growing muzzle and scales crawling on her face. Already her appearance had changed wildly from a mere five minutes ago as everything she was quickly became something else: her hips and chest widened, taking on the form that she had wished for herself for so long, her hair grew to reach her hips in lush locks with the addition of many less than human details. From the root of her hair a pair of horns blossomed, thick and curled around the curve of her skull, her ears disappeared much like her nose and her eyes became a deep amber with a black gem right in the middle. Her everything became better in ways she never considered possible faster than she could realize even. At the same time the changes reached her insides, her womb, overly full of dragon seed, let that spunk take root within her and it swelled slowly as dozens of small eggs formed and claimed their place. Violet hissed and felt her belly grow and swell with more lives than she had ever wanted but that now, in her heat, were definitely not enough, briefly shocked by the appearance of a second and then a third set of breasts on her chest, growing alongside her. The pool seemed to get smaller and smaller with every second until she realized it was her that was growing out and up, well over six feet and nearing eight now, covered in scales stronger than any armour, claws sharper than swords and a look that made the dragoness staring at her growl in lust. She covered her new assets, but her severe lack of hands proved to be quite the pickle she was in, until a burning sensation from her sides flared and faded just as fast, nerves attaching and muscles forming as two more pair of arms, one of each of her breasts, went in to cover her newly grown chest. Unfortunately for the embarrassed hybrid, that moment in which she was covered lasted mere seconds more before a foreign pair of hands, joined by two more, let her breasts swell free, cupping them, teasing the soft scales that covered the heavy mounds and the inch thick nubs at the top. Cyril and the others had grown in much the same way as hers, though with a far less impressive rack and look, still towering over whatever they had been before in every area possible. Violet moaned and rubbed her back against the heavy breasts of her friends, feeling their nipples, just as hard as hers, poke her scales and tease her, her many hands reaching just as many of her friends. Their growing lust toward each other was cut short by the ripples and grunts of the black dragoness near them, who growled and hissed, her voice briefly hidden by the loud, thundering sloshing inside her sack. Hela felt her balls ache and swell, kneading at the intruders still and finally attempting at really pushing them out of her.

The newly changed females quickly rushed to her aide, licking the sweat off her scales and sack, taking in the scent in a way that they weren't able to do before, letting the musk seep through their very being and make them Hal's even without him around to claim them. Her shaft contracted, thickening and expanding at the base to allow three shapes to pass from her depths to the world outside, pushed by her spasms and the careful ministrations of four horny humanoid dragonesses. Their vents were leaking over her cock, lubing it up, something that an eager tongue would clean a moment later only to be soiled once more, over and over as the great dragoness pushed the three hybrids that she had swallowed out of her cock. One by one, followed by hundreds of gallons of warm seed, they came out and immediately rose to their feet: much like anyone that had been that close to Hal, much like the females that had just changed, they too had gotten quite the upgrade. Whereas before each one had sizeable though hidden assets, the slit had now been replaced by sheaths, thick, plump, covered in pliable flesh and already spilling whatever they hid: two cocks each pushed the soft folds apart, lined with thick ridges from the base all the way to the tip, decreasing in size but still able to send any female squealing, bigger than before by several times as they reached and surpassed the men's pectorals, five feet of hard flesh that gleamed with the fluids that they produced and the spent cum that lubed their way out. They were taller than the new dragonoids too, ten feet each, muscles bursting from under their blackened scales like steel cables, ready to tear metal apart. Hela smiled and licked one of them from head to toe, cleaning her seed from him and tasting his malenesses for the first time, pushing her snout right where they met, taking in his scent. The male shivered and came a little, rope after rope of seed splattering around him in two directions, even landing on the heavy breasts of Violet and her friends. They didn't waste any time in tasting them and immediately a connection between the males and the four females was formed.

"I like what I see, very much so." The males felt pride and puffed their chests, cocks sticking out in front of them, spurting globs of pre, the females stood in a group, bodies brushing against each other in a feast of wide hips and breasts in multiple sets here and there, led by Violet. "My, haven't you changed for the better." Her eyes fell on the still swelling bellies of the newly impregnated females, looking at how they expanded with new lives each second that passed. "Happy?" They nodded. "Good, now... why don't you four go ahead and lay those eggs? They seem to be ready and then we'll have these studs here fill you up again." The four hybrid females looked at the three males with hunger and when one was about to speak and voice her opinion, almost as if Hela's words had been the signal, her body sang in bliss and fluids splashed loudly onto the stone floor as her contractions sent the eggs moving. "There you go dear, let them all out." She licked the snout of the female in labour, slathering her in saliva and pre whenever her heavy cock swung her way, hosing her down several times since the scent of a female in heat and ready to lay thickened in the air. The males felt that too and their cocks hardened even more, rising another inch above their shoulders, their own scent making them dizzy and needy, dripping pre in large globs. "Come on, let them see what a pretty little thing like you can do." The giant dragoness hummed and helped the poor thing sit down as more contraction sent her egg-heavy chamber in heaven and the first egg down her vent. Two more joined her on the floor, moaning loudly, pumping fingers and tails into their own swollen folds time and time again until the last one was also laying down and squealing in the bliss of laying egg after egg on the warm stone. "Such pretty eggs you have." Hela hesitated in touching them, they were so small and fragile, unlike her own and the armies of her sister, but they were of a deep blue like their scales, glistening in the fluids of their arousal. "Come help them." She motioned the males to come and they obeyed immediately, sitting near the changed women and hissed when the hungry quadruplet grabbed a cock or two and began to lick and swallow inch after inch of engorged cockflesh. "They are hungry, be sure to feed them." She made them what they were now, and so her words were law: the males, all of them, started coming down the females' throats as she said that, pump after pump of their swelling nuts straight down their gullets, some shoving both tools inside, one sharing two mouths for his pair, thrusting wildly inside them, grunting and hissing in pleasure all the same. "Good pets."

The dragoness stared and stroked herself slowly to her own climax, watching as the four female laid egg after egg on the floor, lapping at their moist and spread folds with her tongue, looking at the men pumping their bellies full of seed until they began to rise from the sheer amount. The males' nuts swelled in the same fashion as her own, growing despite the constant flow until they reached their knees in the heat and desire to feed their newly found mates. When the last of the eggs had been pushed out and aside in a safe place, no one waited a moment to claim another slick hole to fill and immediately the rutting scene resumed, stronger, louder, better than before by leagues. The four dragonesses moaned as cocks slipped in and out, thick rods exchanging places and holes alike, one or two at time, their vents stretching to accommodate them with ease, their chambers welcoming gallon after gallon of spunk that was dumped inside them, the father of the eggs inside them unknown after each male had a turn or two with them. The swollen females groaned, overly full, overly pregnant, coming down from one orgasm only to get to another without end, squealing when the males latched onto their nipples, drawing milk, kneading their breasts and shoving their cocks in those soft valleys, coating them white over and over until not a scale was left clean. Spent, tired, leaking seed from every hole and pore of their bodies, the females collapsed in a messy heap as the men still nursed from them, making them lick their slick cocks with what little energy they had left before laying on top of them and falling asleep.

Hela smiled and got up, making sure that none of her young or the army that her sister had spawned would disturb the new addition to Hal's harem and joined the other two giant dragons in their cave. Drak wagged his tail when she arrived, quick to shove his head under the black female's tail, sniffing her sweaty sack and cleaning it of spent seed and moisture until it shined of saliva. Nala was far too busy laying her own eggs to be able to tend to her and so the lucky male raised his tail for her to bury it length in. Grunting and panting, just as tired as the mass of changed humans under them, Hela felt her cock being swallowed by Drak's hungry tailhole, slowly milked of her seed by his muscles and finally relaxed, dumping a few hundred gallons inside his overly full bowels and adding tens of eggs to the ones already formed. Her breasts were squished between them, leaking milk whenever she pressed too close, her nipples digging into his back. A smile was plastered on her face as she spent the night lodged balls deep inside him, coming whenever the pressure inside her sack was too much or raising a leg to relieve her bladder whenever, making his gut paunch out with the extra fluids packed within his stomach. Surely Hal will be pleased to see she hadn't sat on her haunches for all this while and did something of her own.