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The fresh summer air buffeted him, holding him in its embrace. Warm; warm against the scales of his body even high up the mountainside, but not warm enough to match the eternal inferno burning in his breast and through his bones. He loved this; perching on the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley, closing his eyes in reverie of the times he'd flown high in the clear sky, and escaping from the cares of his existence for a while.

Of course all things come to an end, and his moment of solitude was no different. Caristos, brother and broodmare of Caltoras of Speartip Peak, let his closed eyes blink open as he heard the flapping of approaching wings. He watched as the crimson-scaled shape in the sky darted down to land on the outcropping a few paces away with a deep grunt, and felt his lips twitch upward as he turned to greet the returning drake. "Welcome back, brother."

"Mm." Caltoras stretched his wings, and then folded them along his back; Caristos watched the motion for a long moment, feeling a faint twinge along his own spine, but quickly let his gaze dart away when the older dragon looked to him. "What are you doing out here? You know you aren't supposed to be moving about." Caltoras' own gaze moved down Caristos' body; down to the heavy, pendulous rise of the other male's pregnant belly.

Caristos' forepaw moved to rest on the expanse of his gut as he felt yet another roil within it. His brother's seed had indeed taken within him, and as the months had passed he had felt the developing eggs in his newly-grown womb shift and fill him. Overfill him; the pressure on his insides often became painful, twinging and aching and making him wince with every movement. "I... wished to get some fresh air." In fact, it had been a long, arduous struggle even to make it to the cavern's entrance, but the feeling of the sun and wind on his scales had been well worth it.

A deep, theatrically-weary sigh. "Still can't follow orders when I tell you to stay put, can you?" There was no heat in the words, nor any threat of a blow from Caltoras' forepaw or tail. The older drake padded past his brother with a huff, loping along as he held the large burlap sack in his grasp tightly against his flexing chest. "Well, come on then. We need to get you back to the nest before you damage the eggs within you."

"Of course." Caristos moved to follow his master, and then froze as his expression twisted. There it was; the aching, throbbing, agonizing pressure that sparked through his underbelly and groin. He must have allowed a weak whimper to hiss out between his clenched jaws, because when his teary eyes blinked open he found Caltoras staring at him. "F-forgive me. They just shifted the wrong way." With how many eggs that had been fertilized by his brother's virile seed--had been prepared for fertilization by both his intense heat and the potion Caltoras bade him drink before their mating--it was a wonder Caristos wasn't writhing in constant agony; especially since, according to the older male, he should be laying any day now.

Caltoras let out another sigh. "Poor, stupid Caristos, always making things difficult for himself." Even as the words were muttered in exasperation, the older dragon approached. Caristos flinched, and then purred when--instead of striking him--Caltoras pressed against his side and draped a wing over his back. "Let's get you inside, little broodmare."

"Yes. Thank you, Master." The words slipped out in a soft croon as Caristos let himself be supported by Caltoras's bulk. So strong. So powerful. And as he tried to breathe slowly and evenly, he felt the warmth under the scales of his cheeks flare at the rich scent curling into his nostrils; his brother's scent. His gut churned once more, making the younger dragon's breath hitch, but underneath he could feel the fires of arousal being stoked between his hinds and under his tail.

It was slow going. Caristos had to make frequent stops as a flare of pain rocked through him; his limbs trembled and faltered, and Caltoras growled and snarled when he had to lean heavily against the larger dragon. However, eventually, the younger drake settled into the silken pillows and cushions of their nest--Caltoras' nest; even if his scent filled the air around them and stained the fabric below, in some places even more heavily than his brother's own aroma, Caristos wouldn't dare dream of claiming a part of the dominant male's territory--with a deep groan. "Thank you, brother."

"Mm." Caltoras immediately jerked away from the younger drake, shaking himself with another huff, when his broodmare was back in his place. Then he moved over to a leaning pile of treasures and trinkets nearby, emptying the sack still in his grip of its contents; glittering gold and more than a few--familiar to Caristos--baubles. "It's a long journey from Hennae, so I didn't grab very much. Be grateful that I thought to gather even this."

Caristos' hoard, or at least part of it; what had been left in the clutches of the blue who'd stolen the younger dragon's territory, and had since been reclaimed by Caltoras. Caristos purred at the sight--and at the thought of what had been done to the thrice-damned blue--and nodded. "I am. And I'm sure your newest conquest was grateful for the visit."

"Oh, yes." A smirk, wide and practically dripping with malice. A glance, and an almost-flirtatious wink. A deep, rumbling, self-satisfied purr from Caltoras' own breast. "The little blue bitch got more than his fair share of my seed. I daresay he may be preparing to lay a larger clutch than even you."

Caristos snorted. "Doubtful. That uppity blue wouldn't be able to bear half a proper clutch for you."

"Says the pathetic weakling who had his hoard stolen by that 'uppity blue', and then came crying to his elder brother." There it was; Caristos gasped and winced--crooned and felt a surge of heat between his hinds--when the older drake's tail lashed across his flank. Shame. Embarrassment. Sweet, sharp-edged arousal throbbing in his loins and his clenching, puckering breeding hole as he was teased by his older brother. "Say 'thank you for being the drake I never could be, Master.'"

"Thank you for being the big, strong, sexy drake I never could be, Master." Caristos gazed with open admiration at the older, larger, dominant dragon. "Thank you for laying claim to my hoard, small and worthless as it is." It was Caltoras' by right, since both of its former owners had been shamed and degraded and forced into submission by him; however, the younger brother couldn't help noticing that most of what Caltoras brought back were things he'd shown off with pride to his elder during that last visit centuries ago. "Thank you for making me a part of yours."

Caltoras crooned and preened at the praise, and gave his brother a magnanimous nod. "Of course. It's a drake's duty to care for his property." A wide scythe of a grin split his lips once more as he looked to Caristos, hungry eyes running over the younger male's prone body. The older drake's gaze roamed the bindings still resting across Caristos' back, and came to rest on the rise of his broodmare's full belly; full of his progeny. Caltoras grunted. "And speaking of, I made a stop in the village for something from the smith."

"Oh? And how is Tristan?" Caristos perked up, ignoring the twinge through his gut that the motion caused. It hadn't been too long since the smith had last been invited into the cave--the bindings on Caltoras' wings and drakehood needed the occasional upkeep, and as the younger dragon had grown gravid he'd become unable to make the journey down the mountain himself--but over the months Tristan's presence had become a familiar, welcome one; specially since, as the half-drake and Caltoras had agreed, the price for said upkeep was paid with Caristos' mouth. His snout between Tristan's thighs or under the male's tail, breathing in the lesser's rich, masculine aroma. His tongue caressing the half-blood's sweat-soaked balls, lapping over and into his pungent sheath, and finally wrapping around the smith's own virile malehood. Tristan's cum filling the younger drake's maw and being eagerly gulped down his throat, only to be washed down with an ample helping of Caltoras' briny, full-bodied piss; it wouldn't do to have another male's scent marking the older drake's broodmare, after all. Caristos' thighs clenched as another surge of arousal sparked under the pressure in his belly, and the scales of his cheeks grew hotter at the sudden waft of heat-musk from his groin.

It seemed Caltoras could smell it too, judging by the rumble in his own throat. The older male moved back into the nest, looming over his brother with a sneering grin. "What, miss him already? Eager to make another payment?"

Caristos lowered his gaze even as he nodded; he'd learned well not to deny his desires to Caltoras. He was a submissive slut that wanted--needed--a drakehood--any malehood at all--in his maw or under his tail. "Yes, brother."

A deep, playful hum as Caltoras moved to lie beside his younger brother. Pressed his side against Caristos'. Once more laid a wing across the smaller drake's back in an almost-affectionate gesture. "Well, you may soon get the chance." He gestured with a forepaw, and a gout of dragonfire summoned a small, corked vial of bubbling liquid that carelessly dropped onto the cushions.

"What is it, brother?"

Caltoras huffed dismissively and looked away even as he batted at the potion; pushed it toward Caristos. "Something to lessen the pain of bearing my clutch." When Caristos continued to stare at his older brother, Caltoras snarled. "Don't misunderstand my intentions. Your whimpering and whining has become annoying, and you've grown too distracted to tend to my needs. I don't need a bath or toilet slave that cries about his little tummyache all day."

Caristos dropped his gaze, looking to the vial. He reached out to roll it back and forth underneath a forepaw. Finally, he pushed it away. "Brother... Master. I am sorry for my whining. I promised to perform any task you set for me without complaint." Carefully, he pressed in closer to the other male. "This pain... during our first ma- rutting... you said it would be my punishment, right? Punishment for being a worthless whore of a broodmare that cums without his master's permission."

The older drake glanced over, and their eyes met.

"I will gladly bear this pain, because it is a gift from you, Master."

Finally, Caltoras' lips twitched upwards. "...Very well. Good breeding bitch." Another gesture of his forepaw made the vial disappear in another flare of dragonfire. He then dipped his head down to nip at the crook of Caristos' neck and shoulder; right against the semicircle of scars--his mating bite--marring the expanse of scales there.

"Mm... brother?"

"What is it?"

"May I... request something impertinent from you? Instead of the potion."

Caltoras sighed. "Needy little thing, aren't you." He pulled away to raise an expectant brow. "Well?"

Once more, Caristos' gaze dropped to the silken cushions between his own forepaws. His jaw worked for a long moment. "Will I... be punished for asking?"

"That depends entirely upon what it is you're asking for." Caltoras' snout batted against Caristos', making the younger drake's breath hitch in his throat. "Out with it. You know better than to try my patience."

"A kiss." Caristos' voice was still throaty with the lust that had been kindled within him, but the look in his eyes was demure as they met Caltoras' once more. "A kiss from my strong, powerful, sexy older brother. My master and the sire of my brood." He remembered speaking those same words those many months ago, shivering at both the cold and the shame of asking such a thing from his brother. He still trembled at the possibility of being denied--punished for even asking such a thing--but even if Caltoras spat in his mouth once more he'd accept it gladly. "Please...?"

"Hm." Caltoras stared deep into his brother's eyes. The moment passed, followed by another, and another; silent and oppressive. Finally, the older drake spoke. "Open your mouth, little brother."

Caristos obeyed, watching the other male's face carefully for any hint of malice or trickery. Caltoras moved his head forward. His jaws opened wide, and then locked with the younger drake's. His tongue, long and thick and as powerful as the rest of him, moved into Caristos' maw to grind against his brother's own; press and rub along its length, wind around the other wriggling oral muscle, and pull it into a firm embrace. They were kissing.

A long, low, deep croon of bliss rumbled from Caristos, answered by a growl from his older brother. The kiss was far from gentle or loving; Caristos' tongue was forced to submit--eagerly submitted--to the writhing of Caltoras' own, and he felt the prick of the older drake's teeth against his gums and along the length of his maw. But the younger brother didn't care; his eyes slipped closed as he groaned and whimpered and allowed his brother to do with his mouth as he pleased. Even when Caltoras' head pushed forward, craning and straining the smaller dragon's neck. Even when Caltoras' tongue slipped through the entrance to his throat, delving in and out and choking Caristos with its girth. Even when the kiss finally parted with a snarl from Caltoras, leaving Caristos--leaving both of them--breathless and panting.

"There. Are you happy?"

"Very." More than happy. Ecstatic. Rapturous. There were no words to describe the fluttering inferno churning and roiling in Caristos' breast. He pushed forward, nuzzling along Caltoras' own neck and jawline as he let out quiet, cooing moans. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the smooth, pebbly--warm?--scales of his brother's cheek. He turned on his side, pawing at the other male's chest--kneading and caressing the firm musculature--as he pressed in close to Caltoras; ground his damp, humid crotch on the older drake's hip.

He gasped and whimpered as Caltoras' forepaw pushed his head away, and drove it down into the silky cushions on which they lay. Firm. Dominant. Strong. "Alright, that's quite enough." A tremble shot down the younger drake's spine as Caltoras leaned in close, his eyes flashing and a malicious smirk on his lips. "My turn."

Nipping. Nibbling. Lapping and licking with something that--to one completely unfamiliar with the drake--might be mistaken for affection. Caristos moaned and groaned under his older brother's assault, squirming even as he pressed himself down flat in submission to the other male. Every brush of their scales sparked fire between his hinds. Every scrape of Caltoras' sharp teeth made the younger drake choke on his hitching breath. Every touch of his brother's tongue sent his hips and tail perking upwards, hiking up as high as they could into the air.

A twinge. A clench somewhere deep within him. Pressure in his gut dropping down like a boulder, sending arcs of pain through his backside and up his spine. Caristos gasped. "B-brother! Stop, please..."

"No, I don't think I will." Caltoras continued to rumble with teasing laughter as the younger drake's struggling grew desperate. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? What you've been craving? What you hoped to earn by being my good little breeding bi-"

A rock of Caristos' hips as the younger dragon whined. A spurt of liquid warmth from under his tail; pungent and spicy, like the heat-fluids he'd begun to leak with every pulse of his arousal. Another clench in his groin--his womb--that made Caristos' head jerk back and his jaws open in a roar of agony. "S-something's wrong!"

Caltoras moved to act immediately. He curled around the shivering drake, a forepaw yanking one of the younger dragon's hinds up and out of the way so he could shove his snout beneath Caristos' tail. Peering. Examining. Sniffing and snuffling; for a moment, Caristos feared that he'd pissed himself--the heaviness within him often put just the right pressure on his bladder to make such a thing a very real possibility--but the touch of Caltoras' hot, wet tongue on his moist slit lips and the rim of his clenching hole reassured him. Comforted him. Sent arcs of pulsing, throbbing pleasure through his crotch; to the bound, forgotten lengths in his slit, and the knot of twisted, oversensitive nerves in his back passage.

"You're about to lay."

The world froze; no, Caristos froze. His limbs and body stiffened, and his eyes grew wide. He trembled and began to whimper. "B-brother...?"

Caltoras huffed. "You knew this was coming, little bitch. You've had ample time to prepare yourself." The words were flat, and cold as the icy claws gripping the younger drake's throat, but still Caltoras pressed in tight against his broodmore. The length of his body--his side and limbs, strong and supple and powerful--supported Caristos as the younger male whined and squirmed and hissed in pain.

Something was pushing out of him; an egg. His egg, fertilized by his brother's seed. Their egg, thick and hard-shelled and merciless as it ground against the inner walls of Caristos' passage. He could feel yet more deep within him, preparing to drop from his womb and follow their fellow down his canal. "I-it hurts...!"

"Relax, Caristos." A pair of forepaws began to press against the bloated rise of Caristos's belly. Rubbing. Massaging. Pressing back against the clutch pushing out from within the younger drake, and helping the eggs shift into position to be birthed. "Breathe and push."

"I-I can't!" It was so much. Too much; too much pain within him sparking from the base of his tail and driving itself into his swimming mind like cruel claws. Scratching. Raking. Tearing away his every floundering thought.

"You can!" Caltoras' voice was snarling with impatience even as his tongue continued to caress the winking, clenching, aching ring under Caristos' tail. He grunted and pressing down harder in an attempt to hold Caristos' struggling body in place. "Oh Bahamut's eye..." He growled. He moved his back end--his rump--around, nearer to the younger dragon's jerking, lashing head. He lifted his tail and pushed his hips up and back. "Sniff, you whiny little bitch."

Caristos wasn't even able to form words anymore; his breathing came in ragged panting and heaving, which quickly filled his lungs with Caltoras' scent. He blinked his wet, teary eyes and stared at the taut, clamping, pungent pucker inches from his snout. He whimpered, the sound rising into a whining keen; both a question and a screech of agony.

"Smell my ass, little brother. Try to distract yourself." Those firm, muscular flanks rocked and bounced before him, and that ring winked almost flirtatiously at him. "...Be a good boy and do what I tell you, Caristos. Sniff."

Huffing. Snarling. Yowling and panting in desperation for something--anything--to distract him from the nauseous, aching pressure gathering within him, Caristos sniffed. He pushed forward, pressing his nose against the soft, hot, musky flesh of his brother's hole, and took in deep lungfuls of the other male's scent. Spicy, cloying, and just a little dirty; Caltoras probably hadn't bathed during his journey, and as usual Caristos would have to perform the task. But that could be done later; for now, his master had given him an order and he needed to follow it.

"Mm, that's it. That's right, Caristos..." Rumbling. Crooning. Easy to mistake for tender, for anyone completely unfamiliar with the older drake. Caltoras growled and pushed back against his brother's grinding, sniffing, snuffling snout as the sharp, sour scent from his wet slit joined the aroma of his backside. And all the while, he continued to lap at Caristos' own groin and watch with keen interest as the first egg crowned; it pushed through the younger drake's damp entrance, stretching the ring wide around it. Gargantuan. Coated with a thick, slick layer of birthing slime that couldn't hide its healthy, off-white coloration. "Beautiful..." And when it finally popped free, one of Caltoras' forepaws moved to push it aside and clear space for the next one.

Caristos' mind swam through a fog of musk as another egg dropped into position and began sliding down his passage. He breathed in, and then out. In, and then out. The younger drake sniffed under his brother's lifted tail, and felt the now-familiar pressure of his not-erections within his slit join the one in his belly. Almost instinctively, the smell--the feeling of the other male's own drakehood rubbing its leaking tips on his chest--made his walls clamp and then relax in a rhythm that eased his laying. This was what he was made for. What he'd desired for so long. To feel his brother's offspring--his and Caltoras' offspring--growing within his womb and then being pushed out of his cunt; to feel their eggs as he laid them.

He cried out, burying his snout in the damp flesh and musky, sweat-and-grime-smeared scales under his brother's tail, when Caristos' tongue delved into his slit. "Ca... Caltoras!"

Writhing. Wriggling. Squirming. The older dragon's thick, strong oral muscle lapped and licked against the sensitive inner flesh as the second of their eggs crowned and then slid free from Caristos' hole. His eyes were locked onto the flexing ring, even as his hips ground down against the younger male; even as his cocks throbbed and spurted between them, and his own pucker clenched and clamped against his brother's nose. He slurped up the freely-flowing fluids from deep within the younger drake, gulping them down as his forepaws moved to pin Caristos' flanks. Spreading him. Holding him. Helping him lay Caltoras' large--overly large--clutch.

Another egg pushed out. And then another, and another, and another. Large and oblong, their leathery shells hardening as they dropped from the broodmare's slick, humid, clenching hole and added to the steadily growing pile. Finally, with a deep groan, Caristos felt the last one pop out and drop against the base of his tail. He collapsed in a boneless heap underneath Caltoras, unable to even keep his snout pressed under the older male's tail. Panting. Gasping. Trying to catch his breath as--for the first time in months--he felt the lightness and lack of dully-aching pressure in his belly. He watched, both his vision and his mind foggy, as Caltoras rose and shook himself. The older drake moved to the nearby pile of eggs--their eggs--and began lapping the birthing fluids off of their shells. After one last nod of satisfaction, his own eyes staring at the nested clutch, Caltoras moved to curl against Caristos' back once more. The younger brother gulped. "Are they...?"

"They're fine." The words were grunted out, and accompanied by a forepaw settling heavily on the crown of Caristos' head. Pushing it down. Grinding the smaller male's chin against the silken cushions. Lingering between his horns for a long moment before finally pulling away. "Rest."

Caristos tried to turn himself and look to the older dragon, but a growl of warning made him settle back into his place. "Don't you need to be bathed, bro- master? After your journey and... that..."

"Are you saying I reek, little brother?" A rumble of sneering laughter. "You seemed to enjoy my ass well enough."

"That's not what I..." The younger drake shivered and trembled, and then gasped as--once again--Caltoras draped a wing over his back. He could feel the older drake's chest against his spine. Caltoras' crotch against his rump. His brother's drakehood, pulsing and twitching and leaking, rubbing against his flank. "Then... should I pleasure you? My hole still hurts, but I would be glad to feel you within me. Or you can use my sli- my pussy, or I can use my mouth."

A heavy sigh. Another push of Caltoras' forepaw between his horns. A humid breath on his jaw, and a few not-quite-gentle nibbles along the younger dragon's throat. "Rest, Caristos. You won't be of any use to me if you wear yourself out completely.

"Alright." Heat under the scales of his cheeks. Embers within his loins; not yet flaring to life, but he could feel the sparks lapping at his sensitive inner walls. A fluttering in his chest that became a low, rumbling purr in his throat. Caristos settled against his brother, laying with the other male, and rested. His every breath was filled with the older dragon's scent; the strong, masculine musk of a powerful, virile drake. His mind settled into dozy contentment. His eyes wandered to the pile of their eggs a few paces away, looking over his children; their children, and the thought still sent surges and tingles down his spine and into his no-longer-pregnant--for the moment, at least--belly.

"...Quite the sight, aren't they?"

"They are." Caristos hummed as the muzzy warmth of the moment spread through him. "I can't wait until they hatch, and grow into fine, strong drakes like you, brother."

"Can't wait to stick your snout between their hinds and under their tails, you mean." A bark of laughter accompanied another whip-crack of Caltoras' tail across his flank. Caristos whimpered and lowered his gaze, even as the piquant scent of heat-musk--his arousal--began to waft from beneath his tail once more at the thought. Caltoras flicked his tongue along the younger drake's throat. "Whore."

"Yes."

The older dragon nipped and nibbled along Caristos' snout. "Slut."

"Yes."

Caltoras' forepaw grasped the hinge of Caristos' jaw, squeezing as he pinned his brother with his fiery, dominating gaze. The younger drake didn't need to be told what to do; he opened his mouth, only flinched slightly when Caltoras coughed and hacked and spat a thick glob of phlegm onto his tongue, and then eagerly swallowed down his brother's gift. "Filthy, dirty, disgusting little bitch."

"Yes." Caristos moved to nuzzle along his brother's own neck and jaw while crooning to the older dragon. "Yours."

A smirk. A laugh. A pat on Caristos' cheek, and then another squeeze on the broodmare's jaw. "Mine." Once more, Caltoras surged forward to give his brother what he--what they both--wanted; a kiss, deep and dominant as their tongues danced in their locked maws.

The pair began to rock against one another as the mingling scents of their arousal filled the air. Soon, they would rut once more; Caristos would roll onto his belly to present himself, and Caltoras would slip his drakehood into the younger dragon's damp, hot, eagerly-pulsing hole. Soon, Caristos would once again act as Caltoras' bath slave; he would lick and lap and push his tongue into every crease and crevice of the older dragon's body, washing away the sweat and grime that had accumulated. Soon, the younger drake's belly would grow heavy with yet another clutch of their offspring as the older drake's potent seed filled his womb.

However, for the moment, Caristos was content to just lay with Caltoras; to submit wholly and completely to the other male, and enjoy his new life as his strong, powerful, sexy older brother's broodmare.