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Grunting. Panting. Huffing and growling. The sounds echoed throughout the cavern, bouncing off of the various treasurfes piled high above the nest of silken cushions in which the two dragons lay. Caristos struggled a bit, pulling his limbs and tail against the magically-knotted ropes that kept them bound in place, and then looked over his shoulder to his elder brother. Heat burned under the scales of the drake's cheeks, and pooled in an inferno of need in his aching slit and clamping pucker; both were kept exposed to the older dragon's hungry gaze, and the sound of a crooning purr from Caltoras and the sight of his brother licking his chops only intensified Caristos' arousal. "Brother- er, Master... is this really necessary?"

"Yes." Caltoras looked over his younger brother--his slave and breeding bitch; his broodmare--with a nod of self-satisfaction; the younger drake's hinds were bound tight at the ankles, and a similarly-knotted rope that kept Caristos' tail out of the way was tied to the leather belt--the impromptu collar--fastened snugly around the smaller dragon's throat. Caltoras dipped down, once more pressing his snout under his younger brother's tail--breathing in the weak, submissive musk from the other male with another growl of satisfaction--and flicked his tongue over the buds poking from the lips of Caristos' slit; the younger dragon's breath hitched as he jerked and trembled at the spark of dragon-fire from the piercings in his caged cocks. "I need to keep you in place while I rut your slit, little broth-"

"My slit?" A blink. Another shudder. More squirming and grunting from the bound younger drake. "Y-you can't, brother! There's no- it won't fit. I-"

A rough squeeze on Caristos' flank from one of Caltoras' strong, powerful, sharp-clawed forepaws silenced the younger dragon with a hissing, whimpering groan. "Do not interrupt me." A snarl from the larger male sent a surge of pain through the still-aching bite marks in Caristos' tailbase, and the breeding bitch nodded with a desperately-apologetic whine. "Why do you think I've had your drakehood bound away, little brother?" Another flick of Caltoras' tongue sent another throb of painful pressure through Caristos' crotch as--once again--his cocks tried to grow erect and--once again--strained against the unrelenting iron keeping them in their hiding place. "I told you, I will not be kind, nor will I be gentle. Every inch of your body now belongs to me, little broodmare. And I will claim every inch of you." An almost-flirtatious rumble from the older dragon. "What better way to cement your submission than to breed the very hole that used to be your drakehood?"

Heat roiling in his gut and groin. A breathtaking blow of shame that sent his mind reeling, mingled with a surge of lust. A weak whimper as Caristos' gaze dropped to the pillows beneath his forelimbs. True, he had experimented during his fantasizing--licking at the lips of his slit as they stretched around his drakehood, pushing his wriggling tongue inside, testing the depths that led to the root of his twin cocks--but never had he imagined being penetrated there. Feeling his brother's own virile drakehood sinking into him, marking and claiming him in a way that no male ever should desire. And yet, as he thought about it, the desire did spark within him; even as he shuddered and shivered, his hips still shifted upward when Caltoras crawled over him.

"Mmm, that's right. Your body responds to me, little bitch. It knows exactly what it wants." Caltoras' humid breath puffed against Caristos' jaw, sending a spark straight to the younger dragon's aching groin. He could feel those fat cocktips--his brother's drakehood--dragging along his tailbase and inner thighs; smearing his scales with the remnants of Caristos' saliva and the potent, musky, tingling precum that dribbled freely from each piss slit. Caltoras was positioning himself. It was happening. He was about to be bred--mated--by his elder brother; just as he'd always wanted.

Even as the sensitive membranes of his slit lips burned at the acidity of the older dragon's breeding fluids. Even as those wicked barbs along the underside of each shaft pricked his sensitive inner flesh. Even as both cockheads pressed against his slit--his entrance, even that becoming just another hole to be filled with Caltoras' seed--to let Caristos feel how thick and fat and gargantuan they were. The younger dragon whined in submission, moved his hips to push back against that virile drakehood, and breathed--tried to breathe--deeply and evenly while waiting to be taken. "...I'm ready, brother."

A nip on the scales just behind his jaw. "Master."

Caristos gulped and, shame throbbing in his crotch just as strongly as his arousal, nodded. "Master. Please breed me. I'm ready."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." With a cruel, sneering rumble of laughter right next to his brother's ear, Caltoras pulled his hips back and then slammed them forward against the younger drake's rump.

Pain. White-hot and intense. Throbbing and sparking and blasting through his groin and gut mercilessly. Caristos snarled and yowled and roared as he felt both of those long, girthy, spine-lined shafts that he'd fantasized about for so long sink into his unprepared slit. His taut nether lips and barely-explored passage were stretched wide open around the twin lengths. His own cocks, held within his depths by the enchanted piercings even as they tried to grow erect against their bindings, were further crushed by his brother's drakehood. And those spikes, firm and sharp, pressed against his insides as the inner flesh clenched against them.

Pressure on his back. The other dragon's weight settling atop him. His body being pushed down into the nest of cushions--Caltoras' nest--as the older brother let out a low growl of pleasure. "Mm... tight. You really are a virgin, aren't you little brother?" Another wicked, sneering laugh accompanied another sharp nip on Caristos' throat. "Can you feel it? My drakehood within you? Claiming you? Making you into what you were meant to be. Born to be. My eager, slutty, tail-lifting little breeding bitch..."

Caristos whimpered. He whined. He struggled and squirmed under the force of his brother's limbs keeping him pinned and against the ropes tying him in his place. "Brother...!" His breath came in harsh, heaving pants as tears pricked his eyes and further obscured his swimming gaze. "I-it-!"

"Hurts? That means it's working." Another rumble--crooning with carnality--vibrated in Caltoras' chest as it pressed down on the younger drake's back. "Yes, squeeze just like that. Milk my cock you filthy little whore." He drew his drakehood back, and Caristos screamed again; the spines lining the twin erections within him raked over his inner walls, tearing the flesh and adding the slickness of Caristos' blood to the mingling fluids dribbling from his abused crotch. The stinging and itching became an inferno of agony within him as Caltoras' acidic precum splashed over those opened wounds, entering his bloodstream to pulse with his racing heartbeat throughout his writhing body. And when Caltoras slammed into him once more, the older dragon's lengths pushed right against the gathering, roiling, aching pressure in his crotch to send sparks of pain shooting up Caristos' spine.

Back and forth. In and out. The younger drake could feel every inch of his brother's virile members as they sunk deeper and deeper into him with every thrust. Slowly, their positioning shifted; Caltoras forced his brother's upper body down against the cushions of his nest, and his forepaw settled atop the crown of Caristos' head to grind Caristos' chin into the silky fabric. The older drake leaned in close, hunching over his younger brother to watch every flinch and snarl that passed over Caristo's tear-streaked face with sadistic delight. And when he finally hilted in his brother, the sopping lips of their humid slits grinding together and sending sweet fire shooting through their respective groins, Caltoras let out a purr of breathless laughter at the way the younger drake's breath hitched.

"Yes... I'm in you completely, little brother. Hilted in your wet little pussy."

Caristos gulped, flinching yet again at that even as his hips jerked. "P-pussy?"

"That's right, little breeding bitch. Pussy." A rock of Caltoras' own hips. "A wet, sopping, fertile pussy for your master to breed. You're no drake, but a slutty little dragoness, aren't you?" The scales and sensitive flesh of their crotches grinding together. "You love feeling a big, fat drakehood in you, don't you... little sister." A wide, sneering smirk as Caltoras dragged his tongue up the straining length of Caristos' throat.

The cruel words raked like claws--like the merciless spines scraping his insides and preparing him to accept the older dragon's seed--through his swimming, hazy mind. Hot, tearful embarrassment. His stomach roiling and heaving. The fire of arousal being stoked to new heights between his hinds, his cocks throbbing and spurting even as they stayed bound within his depths. "Y-yes..."

"'Yes' what?" Caltoras nipped along the trail his tongue had blazed while giving a few shallow pumps into his brother.

"Yes, Master..." Caristos' clenching eyes glanced to meet the older drake's expectant gaze. "I-I like feeling a... a big, f-fat drakehood in me..."

A sharp, wicked scythe of a razor-toothed grin. "In your what?"

Caristos whined, long and low as icy fingers of shame toyed with his burning, aching not-erections. "In my pussy... I love feeling your drakehood in my pussy, brother!"

Caltoras let out a deep, thunderous, nearly-feral growl while beginning to rut his squirming brother in earnest. "Good girl." His panting breath washed over Caristos' jaw as he huffed with arousal. "Good little broodmare." The words dragged clawing and screeching from his brother's throat, the humiliated expression on the younger dragon's face, and the way Caristos whined and struggled and gasped underneath him with every punishing thrust seemed to stoke Caltoras' own lusts to new heights as well. Again and again he worked his throbbing erections into the tight, gripping, hot and wet hole the younger drake's slit had become. Caristos himself could only try--fail--to relax and enjoy--as much as he could through the pain spiking through his abused crotch--his older brother rutting him hard and fast and deep. Until the growling and snarling in the older dragon's throat reached a crescendo. Until the pace set by Caltoras' thrusting grew faster and faster and finally culminated in one final slam of his hips against Caristos' crotch. Until his brother threw his head back to roar out his orgasm, the sound of his pleasure echoing through the cavern as Caltoras came inside the younger dragon.

Huffing. Groaning. Panting and gasping and whimpering from Caristos. The two dragons remained locked together for an infinite moment, both just feeling the other's body; Caristos' ruined passage clamping and clenching around Caltoras' drakehood--even as Caristos winced and hissed at every prick and sting in his depths--and the older dragon's heaving, heavy body laying atop the younger's own spent form. Then Caltoras grunted, rising up and drawing his softening cocks free from his brother while ignoring Caristos' screeches of pain. "There we go. That should do it..." The older drake sat back on his haunches, looking proudly over his work, and Caristos could only sob and whimper as he felt his brother's burning gaze on his backside. Another grunt, and another sting through the burning flesh between his hinds; Caltoras was forcing out a few spurts of piss, both clearing his drakehood of leftover seed and marking his conquest. "Mine. My slave. My broodmare..." The breathless declaration was met with a low whine as the brine within him irritated Caristos' injured inner walls.

"Brother..." Weak. Pathetic. Submissive. Caristos watched with wet, hazy eyes as a burst of dragonfire from Caltoras' gesturing forepaw summoned a large, smooth, steel object. The younger drake stared at it with curious trepidation as he took in the tapered shaft and knotted base of it; it looked like a molded phallus of cold, unfeeling metal. "What...?"

"A plug, brother. To keep my seed within you." With an almost-flirtatious wink, the older drake pressed the broad, rounded tip of it to Caristos' leaking entrance and slowly, insistently, slid it into his bitch's depths.

"Nngh!" Caristos could feel it; as the cold metal brushed his inner walls, the shaft of the 'plug' stretched him once more, and the 'knot' popped into him to be held in place by the clenching and clamping of his sore muscles, Caristos could feel his brother's precum and seed and his own fluids pooling within his slit. The mingling slop that was held within his passage stewed around his bound drakehood and burned the abrasions in his inner membranes. Changing him. Molding him. Transforming him into a slutty, tail-lifting, eager broodmare for Caltoras.

"Now, while my seed does its work, we can have you drink the potion Tristan should have given you."

The younger drake blinked. His jaw worked for a long moment. He stared dumbly at the expectant older dragon. "Potion, brother...?"

"Yes, the potion. The one that will put you into heat and ensure that my clutch will take within you. Don't tell me you forgot, little brother?"

Caristos tried to push himself up, flinching as the movement sent surges of dull pain through his limbs and a few sharp sparks through his crotch. "I..." Was this some sort of game? Caltoras hadn't mentioned any potion. Had he? The fog in his brain made it hard to think, and the younger dragon's pounding heart sank into his belly as he realized that he wasn't sure.

"Or perhaps you were too busy sucking the smith's cock to ask."

Another flinch. Another whimper. Another twist of the knotted shame roiling and heaving in his gut. "I... didn't know I was to ask about any potion."

Caltoras let out a long, deep, theatrically-heavy sigh while moving around Caristos' prone body. Again, the younger drake flinched as one of his brother's forepaws moved forward, but the extended claws only settled on the crown of his head to stroke and pet between his horns. "Of course you didn't. Poor, stupid, slutty little Caristos can't think about anything but a cock in his mouth or under his tail, can you?"

Even as the cruel words cut him, Caristos couldn't stop a purr from rumbling in his throat as he pressed up against the affectionate gesture. This was it; the tenderness he'd been craving from the older dragon. His abused groin burned and stung as he struggled against his the ropes to shift closer to his brother, and he let out a weak whine as both they and Caltroas' paws kept him in his place, but still he gazed up at Caltoras through his hazy eyes with a longing croon. "That's right, brother." At this point, Caltoras could probably tell him that the sun was green and the sky was red and hot like the magma of Hennae, and Caristos would agree with every word. "I'm a dirty tail-lifter. A slut. Your broodmare." He dropped his gaze in demure submission. "If you want, I'll go back. I'll get the potion from Tristan, and return to you."

"And have you waste half the day making your way down the mountain, and the other half with your snout buried between his hinds?" A mocking laugh. A patronizing pat against Caristos' heated cheek. A whiplash of the older dragon's tail against Caristos' flank, making the younger brother's breath hitch in a strangled whimper. "No, I'll go myself. You just wait here for Master to return like the good little breeding bitch I know you are." Not that Caristos could exactly go anywhere without being untied, but neither dragon mentioned that part.

"Alright..." Caristos let out another whine as the weight of his brother's paw left his head, and he could only watched as Caltoras turned and padded towards the cavern entrance. He lay his head down on his crossed forepaws, heaving out a deep breath. "Alright." It was alright. He was alright. This was what he'd wanted. As long as he held onto that thought--clutched it tightly and jealously in his claws--then everything--whatever Caltoras had in store for him once the older dragon returned to resume their breeding; their mating--would be alright.

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Grunting. Panting. Huffing and growling. The stinging itch under his tail sinking its teeth into the back of his mind as the inferno in his crotch reached its peak and was then stoked ever higher. He was writhing and straining against the ropes that even now held him in place; in his place. He whimpered, listening to the sound echo off the vast riches and stony cavern walls around him, and then let out a weak, pained roar.

Caristos was not alright.

It was his brother's seed. The salty, briny, acidic cum that had been shot into his slit to stain the very root of his drakehood. As it seeped into the scratches and scrapes opened in his tender inner walls by his brother's spine-lined cocks, it sparked fire in the dragon's veins that spread to lick and lap and bite at every inch of him. Caltoras had told him this would happen--that the older dragon's cum would steal his drakehood and his masculinity, and turn him into an eager broodmare--but Caristos hadn't anticipated anything like this.

As he squirmed, he felt his limbs--his haunches and hips and even up into his chest and neck and tail--growing weaker. The muscles gradually lost their firmness, melting into soft jelly beneath his scaly flesh. And did his flanks feel a little wider? Soft and supple, perfect to be squeezed by a male while they rutted Caristos.

The younger dragon flinched away from that thought. Those thoughts. The lustful whispers of musk--thick and pungent and filling him with its scent--and malehood--malehoods, throbbing and dribbling and erect as they waited impatiently for the touch of his tongue or the grip of his pucker--grazing and rubbing at the back of his mind--sinking into it like a fat drakehood sinking into him--wouldn't relent. And every one of them was another cut in the slowly-unclenching knot of shame in his gut. A surge through his groin. A pulse in the needy flesh between his hinds and under his tail.

And speaking of, the pressure in his groin was fading as well. His cocks, his drakehood, the shafts that had been an integral part of his masculine pride; were they shrinking? Shriveling up within him until they would be completely lost? Would his slit truly become a wet, humid hole--a pussy--for his brother to breed?

Heat. Wetness. Something dribbling down his thighs from under his tail. Another surge through him; a wave of agonizing pleasure that threatened to blow Caristos completely away from himself. The thought wasn't actually so bad. He could present himself, and let Caltoras smell the rich scent of his fertility. He could rock and squirm in bliss under the larger dragon--the drake; the male--as he was bred; mated. His own cocks--his plump, pulsing clits--would be kept bound and out of the way as his passage was filled with nothing but Caltoras. And when his brother's seed settled into him--into his womb--would his testicles, the very seat of his drakehood--his ripe, egg-filled ovaries--let it take within him? Would his belly grow heavy, fat, gravid with his brother's clutch?

A whimper. A whine. A soft, needy croon. Caristos squirmed in his bindings, unable to do anything but let the sensations flowing through his body prick and scrape and pluck away pieces of his arousal-fogged mind while waiting for his brother. His master. Not his mate, but in the throes of every hard, long, passionate rutting he could look forward to, perhaps he could pretend it was so.

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"...roth..."

Caristos groaned, soft and weak, as something brushed the surface of the mire into which his thoughts had sunken.

"Car..stos..."

He could feel his forepaws underneath his chin, and the silken cushions of his beloved mate's nest under them. His entire form felt heavy, and yet light at the same time. He shifted, and let out a murmuring groan as the heat between his hinds flared. "Mm..."

A sharp snarl raked through his peaceful dozing, accompanied by something firm and strong and whip-like--Caltoras' tail--smacking his flank. "Wake up you little tail-lifting slut."

Caristos jumped, reeling and scrambling to stand; and then quickly falling prone once again as the ropes around his ankles and keeping his tail in place tugged him back down. He blinked and shook his head--had he drifted off sometime during his hours of solitude?--and looked to the dragon looming over him. His larger, stronger, dominant master. His brother. "C-Caltoras."

"You were expecting Bahamut himself to descend from above and shove his drakehood in your maw?"

"N-no, I-"

Caltoras cut his brother off with a snort and a flick of his forepaw. The ropes binding the younger drake unknotted themselves and then were consumed in a flash of dragonfire, leaving Caristos to collapse in a boneless heap before the older male. "Get up, little brother. I need to see how my seed has been affecting you."

"Y-yes..." With a grunt and a straining groan, Caristos pushed himself up to sit on his haunches; his limbs shook a little bit after being tied up for so long, but a few flexes and stretches finally chased away the numb tingling within them. The younger brother drew himself up for his elder's inspection, still gazing at the cushions under his own forepaws; at least, until he felt Caltoras' muzzle prodding at his snout and neck and chest, sniffing and snuffling about.

"Hm... already losing some of your muscle tone." The older drake's wing-knuckle moved to press on Caristos' shoulder. "How do you feel?"

"I..." Caristos considered; how did he feel? "...Hot. Weakened, I suppose, but I can't tell if it's from being tied up while you were gone, or..."

"Hm. And how about your pussy and your cunt?" His slit and tailhole, respectively.

Caristos snarled in embarrassment. "Don't call them that, brother."

"Why not? It's what they are." Another peal of mocking laughter made Caristos hunch his shoulders and drop his gaze. Still, his body--his arousal, which had lowered into a dully-aching bed of embers, flared to life once more in his brother's presence--responded to every touch from the other drake. Caristos' breath hitched in his throat as it was nipped--sharp and not in any way tender--by Caltoras' teeth. His flanks twitched, his tail and rump wanting to hike up high as they could, at the squeeze from his brother's forepaws. And the scent of his brother, rich and raunchy--even after the 'bath' he'd given the older male earlier--and curling into his nose with every breath from their proximity, blazed a trail of fire through his gut and down between his hinds. "Show them to me, little bitch. Present yourself like the good broodmare you are."

"...Alright." Caristos stood up on all fours, already feeling the new heft to his hips--how soft and pliable they would feel as they were pounded and slammed by his brother's crotch--and he froze. Caltoras froze. The two brothers stared at each other, their gazes locking as they both breathed in the pungent scent wafting from under Caristos' tail. The rich, fertile scent. The scent of a dragoness' heat, tinged with a faint edge of masculine musk; what little remained of the younger dragon's drakehood.

"Show me." That rumble in the older drake's throat. The flash of his eyes. The sway of his own hips as, deep in the shadow of his hinds, Caltoras' cocks begin to push out from his slit and pulsed to firm, eager erection.

Under that intense stare, Caristos could only obey. His tail hiked up high, releasing yet more of his strong, musky scent. The younger blinked at the feeling of slick wetness on his puckering hole, and craned his neck to take a look at his rump. The ring under the base of his lifted tail clamped and winked, and as it did so both brothers could see the fluids dribbling out from the humid flesh to flow in thick rivulets down the scales of Caristos' inner thighs. "B-brother..."

"I knew it." Caltoras padded forward, one forepaw landing heavily on Caristos' back while the other grasped and yanked the younger dragon's tail yet higher. Caristos could feel the heat of his brother's gaze on the sensitive flesh--or maybe that was just the heat rising from his pucker; he could no longer tell anymore--as the older drake rumbled and growled and took deep, huffing sniffs. "You're in heat, little brother. Leaking all over the place like a female." A sneering laugh as his eyes flicked back to Caristos' own. "I told you my seed would prepare you to become my broodmare, but I wasn't expecting your body to accept it so readily." Another sting in Caristos' crotch; dragonfire heating the steel plug in the younger drake's slit as it slid free. The thing hung in the air for a moment, and then moved to the younger drake's flushed face. "Lick it clean, Caristos. Be a good bitch for Master, now."

Rank. Sharp and acrid. Spicy with his own musk and fluids, as well as his brother's. The smut-smeared plug drew Caristos' tongue like a lodestone attracting iron, and he could only whimper as he lapped over it again and again; cleaning it up, just like he'd cleaned Caltoras' raunch and stench and filth from the other male's body.

Meanwhile, another flare of dragonfire danced over Caltoras' claws; Caristos flinched and whined at another twinge within him as the octarine light gleaming in the piercings through his cockheads faded. Slowly, shyly, like a frightened animal emerging from its burrow, Caristos' own drakehood dropped from its hiding place within his slit. "Mm... just look at it little brother. See how my seed has worked upon you." Caristos could see, and as his older brother prodded at the dangling lengths he could feel. He'd lost so much of his size; his drakehood had been pathetically miniscule before, but now it was even more so. And despite the throbbing in his crotch--the arousal that surged and roiled within him like an angry tide--his cocks refused to get fully erect, even with the iron rods within them them holding the shafts in the shape of an erection. Caristos watched--holding his jaws open to let the plug in his maw slide over his tongue and tease the entrance to his throat with its blunted tip--as Caltoras dragged his own oral muscle over one length, and then the other. "Such a tiny, pathetic little drakehood. Can't even get fully hard anymore." If it weren't for the sneer twisting Caltoras' lips, or the low, mocking laughter huffing out with every breath he took of his brother's heat-scent, the tone of the older dragon's voce might have been mistaken for gentle and tender.

Then Caristos yowled, letting the steel plug in his mouth drop to the cushions below, as Caltoras hissed the locking enchantment once more. Dragonfire flared in the younger dragon's piercings, shot along the length of each shaft to the root of his drakehood, and then his cocks were pulled back into their place deep within him and bound once more.

"Well then, since you're already in heat, I suppose we technically don't need this anymore." Caristos forced his clenched, tear-pricked eyes open to watch Caltoras saunter back to the younger dragon's front end and perch on his haunches with a self-satisfied grin. The older drake was delicately grasping a fairly-large, corked vial of bubbling crimson liquid between two claws; the potion? "But what harm can a little more do?" He offered it to the younger dragon. "Drink it."

"But..." Caristos looked confused. "What... what will it do to me?"

The older drake let out a theatrically thoughtful hum. "I suppose it will make you even more fertile. Make it so my seed will fertilize even more of your eggs. Make your belly full with my offspring, even moreso than it would be otherwise."

A larger clutch; a larger clutch of his brother's children. Caristos shivered and felt yet more slick lubricating fluids leak from both his hole and his throbbing slit; he should have felt embarrassed--ashamed--at the low rumble of laughter in his brother's throat and the smirk on Caltoras' lips as the dank, fertile scent of his heat filled the cavern, but the only thoughts that penetrated the swirling fog in his lust-drunk mind were of that massive drakehood dribbling between his elder brother's hinds buried within him once more. "Won't that-?"

"Hurt? Oh, I imagine so." Caltoras nodded, mockingly sympathetic. "Especially since your male body wasn't made to carry them in the first place. The clutch within you will be much more painful to bear, and agonizing to lay. I've seen it in the other males who've tasted this particular brew." A purr accompanied the razor grin splitting Caltoras' maw. "All the males who've eagerly lifted their tails for me." For long moment, he seemed lost in reverie; thinking of the other drakes he'd dominated writhing and squirming and howling in pain as they laid clutch after clutch for him, no doubt.

Caristos gulped; Caltoras always did have a tendency to take his 'play' that one step too far. But the dragon had said it himself, hadn't he; they were 'playing' for keeps.

"Think of it as punishment for your forgetfulness, little brother." A sneer. A snigger. An almost-flirtatious wink. "Drink. But not all of it."

"Yes... Master." Caristos could only nod. He'd pledged to do everything his master--his brother--ordered of him, and had felt the consequences of disobeying; the bite on his tailbase still stung even now with every shift and flex of his hips. Better to do every dirty, depraved little thing that popped into Caltoras' mind, and just enjoy his time underneath his strong, sexy, domineering older brother.

Caristos took the proffered vial, and the cork holding the steaming liquid safe within it disappeared in a gout of his own dragonfire. Then the younger drake tipped his head back, opened his jaw wide, and poured a good two-thirds of the potion down his aching, gulping throat. Warmth spread through him, tongues of fire licking and lapping in his breast and stomach and down into his crotch. A shudder. A low, whimpering moan as he felt his heat intensifying into a blazing inferno of need within him; the need to be bred by the dominant male sitting before him.

"Good boy." The younger dragon handed the vial back and watched, blinking and reeling, as Caltoras tipped the remaining nip of the potion down his own throat.

"Wha-?"

"Mm..." That rumble. That purr. That crooning, lustful groan. Caltoras began to pant, and the aroma from between his hinds--pungent, spicy, masculine musk--grew strong enough to overpower Caristos' own scent. The older dragon's drakehood jumped and spurted thick streams of precum out to stain the nest of silken cushions. He stared at his younger brother, hunger and arousal flashing in his gaze. "For a dragon such as I, it will put me into a rut." Every word was growled out as Caltoras approached to loom over his shrinking, cringing broodmare. "It will make my seed more potent. More virile. Take more readily within you. And this... this will get things going faster." With a snarl, Caltoras' snout darted forward; his jaws opened, and then closed around his younger brother's throat.

A yowl of fear strangled itself within Caristos as he felt his brother's teeth easily sink into the pulsing, scaly flesh of his jugular. Not deep, just a pinprick; burning, stinging pinpricks all along the length of Caristos' neck as the potion coating his brother's fangs slipped directly into his bloodstream. When Caltoras finally pulled away, the younger drake could only lower himself to his belly as his body was wracked with surges of overwhelming sensation.

"There. That should do it." Caltoras stalked around his prone younger brother, sniffing and prodding at the other drake's body with his snout. "Hmph, he said that the potion was only to be drunk, but this is much better, don't you agree? It'll make your cunt produce yet more eggs for me to breed." The older dragon's cocks throbbed at the thought, and Caristos could feel the ache--the itch that could only be scratched by his brother--deep within him. "Now... present yourself for me, breeding bitch. Show me how desperate you are for Master to breed you."

Whimpering, whining, purring and panting with maddening arousal, Caristos obeyed. His hinds straightened, pushing his rump up as high into the air as the trembling limbs could force it. His tail sagged over his back, eager to bare the hot pit of fertile flush underneath; his pucker, winking and clamping and steaming in the open air as slick, salty, pungent fluid dribbled freely from within its depths. His burning cheek ground against the soft silk below as he craned his neck to give Caltoras a longing stare. "Breed me, brother. Rut me like the slutty broodmare I am." His hips waved and rocked, and he let out a lustful moan. "I'm your slut, Master. Your slave. Your breeding bitch. My hole was made to take your virile seed and bear your offspring." All thought of the pain that had shot through him with every thrust during their last 'mating' had completely sunken into the thick, musky mire that engulfed the younger dragon's mind once more. Caristos submitted, wholly and completely, to Caltoras.

"That's what I like to hear." With a groan of effort, Caltoras hooked his forelimbs under the needy drake's hinds and hefted Caristos' rump even further into the air; the younger dragon's sopping slit ground against the older's firm, taut, scaly chest, and Caristos let out a soft croon of his own at the feeling. Caltoras, meanwhile, pushed his nose into the scales of his brother's crotch to take deep breaths of the heat-scent wafting from his broodmare's eager breeding hole. "Yes... I can smell your fertile cunt, little brother. You need it so much, don't you." He began to lap and lick and drag his tongue around the dribbling pucker, flicking the wriggling oral muscle against the younger drake's needy flesh again and again. Deep, rumbling growls. Sharp, eager sniffs. Throbbing and pulsing through the firm erections bouncing and spurting between his thighs. "I always did love the smell..."

The words pricked at Caristos' swimming thoughts; even before he'd been altered, Caltoras had seemed all too eager to push his nose under his brother's tail. "You did?"

"Mm..." Was that a yes, or just a low groan of arousal that rumbled in Caltoras' purring throat while he delved his tongue into Caristos' clenching passage?

"Did you... smell my ass while we were in the nest together as well, bro- Master?" A surge of arousal at the thought. "Do you smell all the males you rut so eagerly? Do you... enjoy them? More than the females?"

There was no answer this time, ambiguous or otherwise, but that squirming tongue against his pucker began to work all the more insistently. Hungrily. Eagerly.

A hiss. A shudder. A fluttering within his breast as Caristos whined and purred and crooned to the other male. "D-do you... prefer laying with--breeding with--males t-too, brother...?"

His questions were finally answered with a punishing, razor-tipped squeeze of Caltoras' forepaws around the younger drake's flanks. "You talk too much, dirty little breeding bitch." The words were snarled out, but the heat in them wasn't quite anger. "Perhaps this will shut you up."

Caristos gasped and screamed as his brother's tongue pushed forward, breaking through every one of his defenses with the aid of the slick lubricating fluid pouring from his depths, to bury itself to the thick, writhing root within his hole. Lashing. Lapping. Pressing and prodding and slamming against his inner walls as it easily--too easily--found the knotted tangle of nerves buried in the younger dragon's depths. It was too much. He couldn't take it any more. As Caristos howled and yowled and roared, the cocks bound within his slit spasmed and erupted.

Caristos' seed gushed from his slit to splash over and down the scales of Caltoras' chest and underbelly.

Both males froze. Then Caltoras snarled and shoved his brother away; Caristos went sprawling with a pained grunt, still reeling from the unsatisfying orgasm that his brother had driven him to.

"Brother." Low. Snarling. Simmering with rage. Trembling and shaking, Caristos turned his fearful gaze to the older drake. Caltoras was wiping--scraping and flinging away--the watery splatters of the younger drake's cum. "How dare you..." Their eyes met, and Caristos flinched and dropped his gaze to hide from the fury that shook Caltoras' form.

"L-let me..." Cringing and crawling and pressing his chest and chin to the silken cushions in submission, Caristos approached his brother. He would wash the older drake again; lap up his filthy seed from his master's scales in contrition for whatever he'd done to upset him.

But when his snout brushed Caltoras' heaving chest, it was batted away with a heavy strike from the drake's forepaw. "How dare you cum without my express permission, you disgusting little dungstain."

"Please, Caltor-"

Another cuff silenced the younger dragon with a hiss of pain. "I see I've been much too lenient with you. Even now, you're just begging for punishment, aren't you?" Caltoras turned and stalked off of the nest of cushions, rifled for a moment through his horde, and finally pulled an elaborate tapestry from a pile nearby. The woven cloth scrubbed at the seed splattered on his scales, cleaning the older dragon of every trace of his broodmare's orgasm, and then was tossed to Caristos with a thunderous growl. "Wipe your ass, whore. I've decided that you need to learn a lesson, and will experience your first breeding completely dry."

"Dry?" Still flinching and trembling under his brother's stare, Caristos quickly grasped the cloth in his own dexterous forepaw and glanced from it to his backside. Wet. Slick; moreso than his saliva, which was the only lubrication he'd ever used while playing with himself back there. "B-brother... please, I beg you-"

"You will wipe the fluids off of your cunt now, breeding bitch."

"But it'll hurt-!"

"Do you want another punishment for making me repeat myself?" Another snarl as the older drake's expression darkened further.

Caristos flinched and let out a low, weak whine. "N-no..."

"Then start wiping." With a huff, Caltoras settled back on his haunches to watch. The pressure of his stare moved along Caristos' body, following every movement closely as the younger dragon lifted his hips once more, reached back, and began to drag the stained, soiled cloth over his fear-tightened pucker. "You will learn the consequence of your disobedience. And you will learn that your pleasure will always come second to your master's." A flick of his tail. "You were made to be my breeding bitch. Every inch of your body is made for my pleasure, not yours. Even if it 'hurts'"--Caltoras' voice dropped into a mocking whine--"when I fuck you, you will do everything you can to ensure that I cum." A smirk, and a flick of that tongue of his over his chops. "Besides, I'm sure that going in dry will feel much better. For me, at least..."

Caristos stayed silent; what could he say? His master had ordered it to be so, and so he could do nothing but obey. Even as he sniffled and blinked away the tears that pricked his eyes and blurred his vision. Even as he heaved and whimpered while feeling the pain of his brother's blows settle into his jaw and the side of his skull. Even as he wiped, and wiped, and wiped, working fruitlessly against the flood of slick juices that dribbled and leaked out of him. Finally, with a gulp, he gave his brother a pleading glance. "I-I can't. It won't... won't stop..."

"Still aroused, little brother? Thinking about these plunging into you?" Caltoras shifted, moving to all fours and lifting one of his hinds to display his crotch; the thick, drooling, gargantuan drakehood hanging heavily from his slit filled the air with its raunchy stench, and even now Caristos' crotch pulsed with need as he breathed in that virile musk.

"Y-yes... brother." Burning. Flickering. Flaring. Shame and arousal swirling and knotting and roiling together within him. "It's this... th-this heat. My heat at the thought of... b-being bred by you. It won't stop..." The itch under his tail intensified into a dull ache with every touch of the cloth on his needy flesh, and Caristos' breath hitched as his not-erections strained within him. "P-please..."

"Keep at it, little bitch." With a disinterested flick of his forepaw, Caltoras settled on his belly and let out a wide, theatrical yawn. "My patience is not infinite, and if you continue to try me there will be further consequences." Another cruel chuckle and smirk. "Better hurry."

Growing desperate, Caristos began to grind the soaked fabric against his hole; thoughts of what further 'punishment' the older drake may very well have in mind for him spurred him on. Thankfully, he seemed to begin making progress; whether his heat-stricken hole had run out of fluids to produce, or whether the icy claws raking over his spine and grasping at his working throat had cut through his arousal, he couldn't say. Either way, the flood of lubrication was slowly abating.

With a soft groan, Caristos dropped the thoroughly-soaked cloth into the puddle of musky liquid that had spread upon and thoroughly soaked through the cushions beneath him. "I... I did it, brother."

"Turn around and let me see." An arc of his brow accompanied Caltoras' expectant stare.

With a nod, Caristos moved to obey. He turned, narrowly avoiding the smeary stains he'd produced with his heat-fluid, and presented himself for his brother; hips and tail hiked high, hinds spread, and both cunt and pussy bared to his master. Even with the slick liquids wiped away, every brush of air over his tingling slit lips and clenching pucker--every hot, eager breath over his crotch as Caltoras moved up behind him once more, sniffing and prodding and pressing his nose under the younger drake's tail--sent shudders and trembles up and down his spine. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt the raw-rubbed flesh being tugged and pulled as it clung to the scales of Caltoras' lips and snout-tip with a weak, tacky grip.

"Mmn... very adequate, little brother." Once more the teasing and sneering and anger in his older brother's rumbling voice had sunk beneath the surges of open, shameless arousal.

Caristos crooned back to his brother, his reciprocal arousal completely submissive aa he pressed his chest and chin to the cushions below and pushed his hips up high for the older drake. "Sniff my ass all you wish, brother. Smell under my tail and know that I am yours." His heart pounded and fluttered at this reversal of their earlier position, though he had no illusions about who was in control; who was the dominant, and who was the slutty little broodmare. "Enjoy my scent to your heart's content..."

He was answered with a deep, rumbling, near-feral growl of lust. "Oh, I'll do much more than that." Again, Caristos grunted and whined as the full weight of his larger, stronger brother settled over his back. He could feel Caltoras' chest on his spine. He could feel Caltoras' snout running along the length of his neck and nibbling just behind his jaw. He could feel Caltoras' own hot, humid crotch pressing against his rump, one of the older dragon's forelimbs reaching down between them, and both leaking tips of his brother's drakehood pushing against his pucker.

Prodding. Jabbing. Trying to break through the tight, clamping ring into the moist passage behind. Caristos grunted and groaned as he felt their flesh grinding together, the tackiness of his tailhole only making things stickier and more difficult. "B-brother, please. The lubric-"

"Silence, little broodmare." Caltoras, too, was grunting and panting as his cocks tried to force their way into the younger dragon's entrance. A shove, and the first few inches popped through only to be quickly forced out by Caristos' clenching inner walls. "You need to learn to open up for your master's rutting."

Again and again, as Caristos gasped and whimpered and whined through it all, Caltoras worked his members into the other male's dry hole. The slickness of the older drake's ample precum helped somewhat, but in turn only caused the flesh to tighten further as surges of tingling, itching pain made Caristos' breath hitch. It hurt. It hurt so much. And it was slow going to force both thick shafts into Caristos' unprepared hole at once. "Nnngh! P-please! Brother, Master, it won't-!"

Caltoras snarled right in his brother's ear. "It will, if you would just shut up."

As he let out another bone-deep moan, Caristos ground his cheek against the silky cushions below. His rolling eyes wandered over to the cloth he'd used to dry himself, and the wide puddle of his heat-fluids that still soaked Caltoras' nest. So close. It was right there. It would be slick, and hot, and far more pleasurable than the stinging, acidic precum leaking into him from his brother's plump cocktips.

But a cruel rumble of laughter from behind dashed any hopes of convincing the older drake to allow him to better prepare himself. "I told you, this was your punishment for cumming without permission, yes? And as a matter of fact, I still need to punish you for making a mess all over the place." A heavy forepaw on the crown of his head drew a weak whimper from Caristos, and the younger dragon was dragged over to have his snout shoved into the wet stains. "Lick, slave. Clean up after yourself. And reflect on what a worthless whore you are as you breathe in the stink of your own heat."

It was all Caristos could do to obey. Tears pricking his eyes and yowls of pain occasionally being forced from within him by the aches and sharp stinging shooting through his hind end, he lapped and licked and suckled his heat-fluid out of the silk that it had soiled. The flavor was pungent and earthy and faintly masculine even under the rich scent of fertility, and it began to stoke the fires in Caristos' loins once more. His eyes slipped shut. His entire body began to relax as his mind sunk into a haze once more. And, in his moment of distraction, Caltoras growled and snarled and sank his drakehood into the younger dragon's prone body with a merciless, forceful shove.

Pain. Burning and throbbing, like venom-coated claws raking at his insides. Caristos screamed and howled and roared in agony as he felt the massive shafts filling--overfilling--and stretching his inner walls while the spines on the underside of each cock tore at them. Once more he could feel the acrid, acidic fluids being spewed by his brother's twin erections sinking into the wounds and sending caustic fire through his entire backside. His sensitive, heat-softened flesh sung with pleasure at finally feeling a pulsing, virile malehood in his passage, but the blissful sensations were quickly overpowered by surge after surge of pain when Caltoras began to rock within him.

"Yes... good..." The older drake's words were huffed and hissed out as he purred at the feeling of his brother's flesh engulfing his cocks. He pulled out, and Caristos clamped and squirmed and snarled beneath him. He pushed in, and the younger drake gasped and sobbed and choked on the groans caught in his throat. Despite Caristos' whines of protest, Caltoras wasted no time setting a rough, punishing pace of quick, slamming thrusts into his brother's breeding hole. "Squeeze just like that, little bitch. Feel my drakehood working within you. When my seed fills you, you will be mine. Completely. Forever..."

Forever. He would feel that massive drakehood within him--in his ass and in his slit, whichever his brother fancied in the moment--for the remainder of his life. He would present himself, his heat forcing him down and hiking his hips and tail up to bare himself. He would be rutted and bred and filled again and again with his brother's seed. His clutch. His offspring.

Caristos' breath hitched. Offspring. He would be impregnated by the other male. He would feel the eggs churning within him even now be fertilized and grow in his belly. They would become heavy, drop within him, and finally be laid. Their children would grow powerful and strong, like the dragon who had sired them, as Caristos cared for them like the good broodmare he was. "Brother, if you... I-I'll..." His pleading was weak. Quiet. Whimpered out between his panting breaths.

A sharp nip on his throat. "That's the point. I want to see you gravid with my offspring, little brother. It's your purpose as my broodmare, after all." A breathless peal of sneering laughter. "I want to see you writhing as you give birth to my children, Caristos. I want to smell them growing within your cunt and watch them hatch from your eggs." A deep, rumbling croon of arousal as Caltoras began thrusting faster. Harder. Deeper. Eager to make his declaration a reality. "Perhaps I'll let you raise a few of them. Males, like I know you prefer. You can sniff their asses and suck their cocks all you want while I tend to more important matters than rutting a slutty little breeding bitch like you."

Both Caristos' passage and his eyes clenched as he purred at the surge through his crotch. The younger drake let out a weak, pleasured snarl as the pulsing in his slit became a gush of mingled precum and seed that dribbled down his thighs.

"Hah! You like that thought, don't you? You're desperate enough to submit to a real drake that you'd even pleasure our offspring. Dirty, slutty, disgusting little whore." The blow of shame to his gut at the words combined with the pricking and aching under his tail to make Caristos' vision swim with budding tears. Even so, the fires of lust burning within him only burned brighter and hotter under his scales and in his gut. "Perhaps you want more than your mouth used as payment for the smith's projects, hm? Perhaps you want to beg my permission for him to rut your cunt as well." The words only grew hoarser, rumbling with the older drake's own perverted lust as Caltoras fucked Caristos with wild abandon. "Perhaps you want me to let you slut yourself out to any male that catches your eyes. Do you want that, you filthy little bitch?"

Whimpering. Whining. Roaring. Caristos could do nothing but sob and squirm and orgasm under his brother's merciless rutting.

Finally, he felt it; the last, powerful slam of Caltoras' crotch on his rump. The throbbing deep within him as his brother's drakehood erupted. The sting of the older drake's seed, and the sharp agony of the other male's jaws clamping down on his shoulder in a mating bite. Caltoras buried himself to the hilt within Caristos, rocking his hips while pumping the younger drake's passage--his womb--full of virile, potent seed.

Breathless and whimpering, Caristos wriggled his own hips back against the older drake. They stayed locked together for an infinite moment, the sensations sparking between and within them overtaking both dragons in a fog of pleasure; mixed with pain, of course, in Caristos' case. Then the younger dragon gasped and flinched when he felt those cocks within him--still firm and erect and eagerly twitching against his inner walls--begin moving once more. "B-brother...?"

"You didn't think I was done, did you, little broodmare?" Caltoras' voice was husky and growling, near-feral lust breaking through as he began to thrust in earnest for a second round. "You can feel it, can't you? The potion stoking the fires within you?"

He could. Even after orgasming twice--thrice--that needy itch still tingled within his crotch. "Y-yes..."

"It's the same for me." Caltoras' wet, wriggling tongue caressed the older bites along Caristos' neck, and then lapped over the mating bite on the younger drake's shoulder. "Prepare yourself, slave... I've only yet begun to rut you."

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True to his word, Caltoras bred Caristos again. And again. And again. He ignored every plea to stop, or for a break, or to allow the other male a chance stretch and rest his sore muscles. The cavern was filled with the sound of scaly flesh slapping against scaly flesh, and the chorus of roaring and snarling and panting and whimpering that rose from the pair. Again and again, Caristos felt his brother's erections jump and throb and spurt their loads into his womb, until his belly felt full and heavy with the older drake's seed alone. And all he could do was lay prone, push his rump up against every thrust, and squeeze his passage to pleasure his master.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Caltoras growled and yanked his drakehood free of Caristos' hole. The younger drake collapsed into a boneless, groaning, whimpering heap; his rump and crotch and thighs were smeared with the two dragons' mingling sexual fluids, and the stinging, aching, destroyed ring of his pucker could only clamp fruitlessly down around the sudden emptiness within him. Caristos panted. He whined. He weakly turned his head and opened his blurry eyes to watch Caltoras settle on his haunches beside him. "B-brother..."

"Master, little bitch." Caltoras' own voice was weak and fatigued, his breath coming in harsh heaving as he spread his thighs and gazed down at his broodmare. Strong. Dominant. Expectant. His softening members hung--smut-coated and stinking of musk and male ass and Caristos' heat--between the older dragon's hinds, and Caristos didn't need to be told what to do.

With a quiet, submissive moan, Caristos pushed his head forward, opened his mouth, and took one of those cocks into his maw to suckle it clean. His tongue lazily worked up and down the length and between the spines along its underside, lapping up the sour precum and pungent cum and coppery blood coating the entire shaft. Then he let that member drop from his slack jaws, completely cleaned, and began to work on the other one.

A soft grunt. A groan of relief. Briny fluid pouring from one tip to fill his maw, and the other to splash against his cheek and run down his snout and chin. Caltoras was pissing, marking Caristos inside and out once more with his pungent, virile scent. And Caristos drank, nursing on his brother's cock and swallowing like the good bitch he was.

Caltoras let out a deep, rumbling croon of self-satisfaction. Once more, dragonfire danced around his lifted forepaw as he gestured; and once more, Caristos felt the cold, smooth steel of the plug his older brother had used on him earlier rubbing over the hot scales and flesh under his tail. It slipped into his passage, once more sealing the other male's seed within him; and when the bulb of the 'knot' at its base popped through his ruined rim, Caristos gasped and choked and whined in submissision. Caltoras laughed. "Mine."

His brother's clawed forepaw rested heavily on the crown of Caristos' head, right between his horns. The larger, dominant male's stare pinned him in his place beneath the other drake. And when he squirmed, it was only to more firmly press his snout to Caltoras' crotch and fill himself with the rich scent of the older dragon's potent masculinity. Caristos moaned. "Yours."

Caltoras' slave and breeding bitch. His broodmare. Not his mate, but close enough.