Loss, Gain and Responsibility

They say dragons don't have worries to speak of, that they live the most carefree of lives and that they don't have to bother with anything political or boring like that, that their existence is blessed by purely being dragons. The majestic creatures, the biggest of which were able to topple castle walls, that could grow as big as a house and then some, were free of suffering, no blade and no spell able to penetrate scales thicker than shields, not that the steel muscles underneath would allow such a thing to happen anyways. The apex of any food chain, the greatest magicians and sorcerers to have ever lived. Humans say this of course, the same humans that blame dragons for any forest fire or collapse of a mountainside and the very same humans that never stop bickering with every other race in the world for the smallest of things. Again, the ones who believed dragons to be perfect even though they were the first ones to throw blame their way for any wrong or small mistake, were the same that believed that centaurs lived like savages despite most centaur kingdoms having exised for longer than the most prosperous of man's dynasties and that called elves 'no-good tree huggers', conveniently forgetting that it was elven steel that made kings' armours only to remember about that small detail when it was most convenient. Man had a funny concept of what was true and what was wrong, every fact sometimes twisted to such degrees that legends such as the ones about dragons emerged and lived longer than the ones who had come up with them in the first place.

Vaener had heard such talks from the townsfolk when he visited to exchange goods and not once he had failed to feel shocked by such ignorance or even feel offended by the accusations the small things were making about the kind he belonged to. Once he himself had been accused of having set fire to a farm he had visited a month prior, whose owner he had been friends with for years before the man died and his wife decided to set fire to the whole place and claim the profits of their insurance from the royal bank's coffers. Needless to say Vaener wasn't too keen on being offended in such ways but he knew his life would not be affected by small stuff like this. The young dragon trotted out in the forests of the mountain he called home, free, sure, though not free of worry, since his most pressing concern was to find a good meal to bring back to his home.

The dragon was crouching on the ground, his snout leading the rest of his body around, following fresh trails of deer and boar, his giant pawprints eclipsing the ones' he was hunting. Vaener wasn't the biggest dragon around, he was in fact, quite small and petite, slender, an arrow shaft pointed forward, elegant some might say. His scales were of a pale green, his underside a creamy yellow that reminded himself of a snake's own palette, his horns a little thin to fight but more than enough to mark him as a proper dragon. On all fours he stood at an honest seven feet tall but crouched down as he was right as the deer herd passed next to him, he was barely three and a half, completely hidden by the thicket of trees. He waited until the last few were gone and then pounced, muscles tensing so fast it took the herd a good five seconds to realize not only had a dragon appeared out of nowhere, but that two of their own were dangling by their necks from his mouth. Cracks echoed as bones snapped and the deer ran away, leaving their kin to serve as lunch for the predator. Inside his mind, Vaener was thanking his gods for the catch, hoping they'd guide the souls of the poor creatures into the next life.

With the prey dead and his lunch firmly secured, the young dragon started trotting to his cave, humming to himself with his mouth full, his iridescent wings shining under the sun. Another thing that made Vaener different from his family and most dragons was this incredible gloss to his scales and wings, taking after his mother to some degree, a little out of place on a male but not too much, at least not as much as something else about him. The cave where he lived was quite far from anything any human could call a village or even a hunting lodge, hidden up above the first inches of snow that constantly kept the air somewhat chilly and crisp, perfect for keeping prey cold long enough to eat it and preserve spices and what little of perishable a dragon possessed. Most of all it was far from humans, elves, gnomes, fae, satyrs and whatever else lived around it.

Normally he'd fly, shorten the trip by an hour or two by avoiding the landscape like any other dragon but the rush of adrenaline his successful catch had given him kept the dragon running on his paws, wings flapping to provide long, smooth glides as he climbed higher and higher, propelling him forward to surpass the speed of the best centaur stallions with ease. Vaener was a marvel of a dragon by all means and even the humans had to concede, though that was because man had a funny concept that pretty means harmless. Vaener was pretty indeed, small and slender that much he knew, but he also was aware he wasn't weak or frail. He was a dragon and though small even arrows couldn't pierce his scales, knights in armour would fail to even strike so fast he was. In some way he was much harder to kill than regular dragons, more nimble and less of a hulking target like even the smallest of his brothers. He took pride in it, pride in being different and exotic, just like his mother did in her own way.

At last he reached his cave, zigzagging through rocks with the bloody prey staining the sparkly scales of his chin and neck, slithering inside his personal entrance to the deep and vast network of tunnels that made up his home. Inside the air was a little stuffy, not so crisp as the outside, musty in some places and smelling of dragon in so many ways no one could mistake it for anything less than a draconic cave. Unfortunately, Vaener knew it wasn't as strong as a couple of years ago when all of his brothers left the caves to search a place that was their own, all old enough to fend for themselves out there, somewhere beyond the reach of their father's influence at least to some degree. As youngest and smallest, he was tasked with cleaning up and making sure the place was a proper cave to live in, so he was familiar with all the hiding spots where his family slept and relaxed, in one way or another. There were once a dozen scent trails constantly tingling his senses, telling him where his older brother Nok was dazing off, where Torius had sneaked out and where each and every last one of them had spilled seed or had a wet dream. Now there was only his and his father's scents left. Dragons weren't too prude about such things but even then, being clean trumped being free to unload stress and even strong beasts like themselves were creatures of habit, each having a little corner in the caves or in the forest where they knew they would be alone. The worst part, or maybe the best, was that he only had older brothers and so the embarrassment that came with such things was less of a concern, even when their mother was...

Vaener stopped in his tracks, memories and throughts flooding once again in a direction he had sworn he wouldn't go back to, but he was too far in and along remembering his many brothers' scents came crashing down his mother's. She had been magnificent, an Iridescent dragoness, pearl-coloured all over, soft but tougher than steel at the same time, gentle and smelling of wild flowers day and night. He could see her with her back on the warm rocks outside, basking in the sun, purring, he could see her licking bloodstains from his brothers' muzzles after a messy meal, he could see her walk around. But as vivid the memories were, she wasn't, gone due to an illness that was so rare no one remembered the cure to anymore. That was the reason his brothers left, that was the reason his father stopped going out and the very same reason Vaener stayed behind, refusing to leave for more than half a day. Someone had to take care of that old, grumpy dragon. As he tried to hold back a few tears, the young dragon slapped his head with his forelegs, shaking himself awake, swallowing those nasty feelings for the millionth time in two years. The deer were still fresh so he rushed to the alcove where his father left after leaving their lunch in the common room among a number of empty pillows and leather couches scaled up to dragon size.

Vaener hopped quickly between tunnels and reached a place where snoring was making the walls of the mountain shake ever so slightly, bravely poking his head through the entrance. A strong, thick, undeniably male stench assaulted his nostrils, undiluted in its entirety as at the centre of the room a dragon snored the morning away.

"Father, it's time for lunch." Vaener entered, closing in the distance between himself and his father, the mountain of a dragon rising and falling with each mammoth breath.

So close to him, the young one looked positively tiny, a pebble next to a hill of living flesh. Unlike him, Ferion was tall, no, taller than the vast majority of dragons alive and of the past even, towering over his sons and some of royal blood with ease with his twenty seven feet of height at the shoulder. That alone put him far above any dragon, without considering the length of his body, going on for nearly thirty feet of stocky, brutish strength, muscles pushing scales apart, highlighting the scars earned in over three hundred years of life and battles. Vaener was a gentle green, mossy even, his father was an angry red, dense and deep like wine, proof of the most ancient of bloodlines among dragonkind. Just as he was proud of himself, the young creature was proud of being Ferion's son, despite resembling him in no discernible way.

But as much as the young one could muse about his father's past, the present had once again more pressing concern for the older dragon shifted in his sleep, rolling on his back, legs spread apart like a hatchling would, baring to his own son the effect of a night spent stewing in a sealed cave chock full of male musk. From the dragon's nethers rose a monumental pillar of flesh, almost too big to be real even considering the owner's size, jutting from a monstrously stretched slit, bloated by the sheer girth of the male's cock. Vaener had no shortage of chances to figure out how big his father was given their specie's openness, but even then, seeing the turgid, fifteen foot long spire throb, spill pre by the tub with ever pump of the dragon's heart, he couldn't help but blush and feel a little embarrassed. Though unwillingly, he couldn't help but stare at the impossible member spraying preseed, coating scales, hide and rock alike in a thick, goopy layer of lust. The base of the shaft was the most monstrous part, taking in consideration its length, the massive, thick ridges populating the underside of such a titanic member and even the shaft's crown, flaring with fleshy barbs around a flat spongy head. The knot at the very base was the very thing that spread the slit it rested in every day, barely inflated and already thicker than the young one's leg by a good margin. As Ferion rolled around again, his musk, previously trapped inside the seal of his wings, probably the reason for such a desperate morning wood, spread throughout the room like a storm, blasting the young dragon in the face. Despite being several yards away Vaener felt as if he was pressing his snout right between the spot where the slit parted and the cock started emerging, his tongue tingling in the spicy air. With greater embarrassment the green dragon rubbed his thighs together in the hopes of halting his body's response to his father overbearing musk, but it hardly worked. A small, angry-red tip poked from a similar slit between his hindlegs, leaking thin pre on the stone floor, barely adding any volume to the hundreds if not thousands of gallons of his father's own spread under his paws. His scent was also negligible, a tiny wisp of maleness into an ocean of raw musk, although there was another kind of scent spreading that contended with the much stronger stench in a different, more subtle way. As the male scent started affecting Vaener more and more, more than one part of his body reacted: hidden above the slit where his cock pushed out, pitiful in comparison to the one he was smelling, as long as he was from tip to knot, there was a smaller opening that leaked a different kind of scent. As tiny as the young dragon was, the tricking of his female slit, the fruity, subtle fragrance was able to sneak past air saturated with musk, reaching Vaener's nostrils, tickling his male side as it grew to its full three feet of length and his father's own snout. The reaction of the older male to a scent undeniably female, so tempting and alluring, was much more drastic as his body shivered and his titanic cock throbbed harder, flushed with blood and lust, the ridges flaring even though there was no vent to plug. Then, with a loud, wet, lewd squelch from the engorged slit, one and then two orbs slid, contained within a scaly pouch, immediately drawn by gravity and resting on the male's thick tail. Vaener gulped seeing his father's hidden sack pop out with so suddenly, both aroused by the sight and scared by its size. Some dragons instead of having sheaths or just slits were born with something of a hybrid condition, bearing half and half of the normal male equipment. Such was the case of Ferion, gifted with a slit large enough to not only hide fifteen feet of pure breeder flesh but the immense reservoirs that had helped sire twelve sons and one herm with his mate over the course of a century. The sack was just as oversized as the shaft it followed, each of the two orbs were wider then Vaener's elegant torso and then some. Put side to side they were big enough to force the older dragon to walk with his legs spread as the sack dangled lower than his knees, touching the floor at times, five feet wide each and heavier than they looked. Ferion's nuts churned loudly, warning anyone in earshot of their cargo and their desire to unload it. The young one noticed they were more swollen than the last time he had seen them drop, their stench a dozen times stronger, steaming with heat and virility. His father was pent up, very much so. It had been over two years since he had spilled anything but cloudy precum on the floor and he could tell, his morning erections more frequent, every day now, his cock throbbing harder and harder, his balls muskier in a vain attempt to win over a new mate for them to unload untold amounts of breeding batter inside. His body begged for release, his mind was staunch on not even looking for it, not yet.

"Rrrh... Mo... Mona..." Ferion slowly woke up from his slumber, his every sense tickled by the sweet scent in the air, egged on by his insistent arousal. His eyes opened, revealing two deep green emeralds. "Vaener... is that... you?" Ferion yawned, waking up at last, realizing that there was no one else but the two of them, his paws idly stroking the length of his cock, getting smeared in slick precum.

"Yes father, it's time to wake up for lunch." Vaener sighed as he saw his father's eyes glaze around the room in search of something, something that wasn't there and then lose their shine and gloss.

"I'm not hungry, you eat first."

"No father, we'll eat together, I caught you some deer, fresh and still a little bloody just how you like it." The young one smiled proudly, his chest puffed, hiding his shame and arousal to some extent. Ferion yawned again, slowly getting up, his cock bobbing up and down under its own weight and mass, followed suit by the sloshing sack behind it, the two wrecking balls dripping with slit-fluids and sweat.

"Alright, alright... let me wake up and then I'll be with you." The red behemoth licked his son's snout with affection, forgetting he had been utterly coated in slimy pre for an entire night, his tongue and scales saturated with the stuff. He didn't notice, in his barely half awake state, that the stench had made his son's limbs wobble under that sheer potency, his small, feminine slit quivering in the aftermath of a shameful, delightful orgasm.

Dripping lust all over the place, Vaener trotted over to the dining room, behind him a trail of evaporating drops of lust. The flushed green dragon sat on the spot around the table that had been his since he hatched, where he dragged slightly less than half of one of the two deer for himself. As he waited, the young herm curled in a ball, lifting his hindlegs so that he could bend his neck and lap at the sticky stream of fluids his father's musk had caused, his tongue circling around his wet slit, cleaning bit by bit every drop of feminine dew, leaving his still hard cock poking through the other one. His snout was caked in his own slimy slit-fluids as he cleaned, strings of them connecting his snout to his nethers still when Ferion barged inside. Vaener blushed, covering his shameful display that was unbefitting for the table where they sat. He stole a glance at his father's own nethers, noticing that it was caked in dozens of layers of pre but now smooth, every massive, bumpy and throbbing inch of cockflesh and those immense, virile balls hidden away as if they didn't even exist. Maybe dragons were in fact as magical as humans claimed because there was no way Ferion could fit over fifteen feet of cock and two balls that almost reached that size together in his body without messing with some serious magic in some way.

The giant dragon sat as gently as he could at the table, laying on his side and grabbed one deer before shoving the rest of the second towards his son. The young herm tossed it back moments later.

"Eat it Vaener, you need to grow."

"I'm already an adult father, I'm nearly twenty five, I won't grow any more than this." Ferion snorted at those words. "Father, I'm not like you or my brothers, I'm never going to grow bigger." Again, a snort, slightly louder, slightly more pissed.

"Nonsense, your mother was almost as big as I was so your little hypothesis is voided. You didn't eat as much before because your brother hogged all of your food, now that they are gone you can feast." There was a loud messy rip and then Ferion tossed a quarter of his deer to his son. "Here, get some more, fill your belly for once." Vaener almost felt tempted to reply but the atmosphere had turned sour faster than he could defuse it. He grabbed his bigger share and started eating away, wondering if he could even fit all that meat inside himself. "I'm sorry if I bothered you this morning."

"With... with what?"

"My scent, I had a... nice dream tonight, a pleasant one with many dragonesses." Ferion chuckled, something that made the younger one's bones shake to their core. "Such a nice dream." His eyes closed and for a moment a hint of dick poked from his resting slit, parting it with a couple of feet of steel-hard shaft already. Then, with a flex of his immense muscles, it retreated just as fast leaving nothing behind but a thick stench of sex and lust and a lewd print of musky and oily cockflesh around his slit.

"Maybe you should go out and unload a little father, you smell pent up." Vaener coughed, pretending not to have the sight of his father's sack dropping at a mere whiff of his scent seared forever in his mind. "It's not good for your health to keep so much bottled inside you."

"Oh, shush, I made a vow not to spill my seed again unless I found a mate as worthy as your mother so I won't."

"And how are you supposed to find a mate if you never leave this tunnels?" The two looked at each other, a bit glaring, a bit sad, a bit tired of the same arguments they had rehashed hundreds of times over the years. It was then that Vaener had an idea. "I'll start eating more if you get out and search for a mate father." Ferion stopped eating and let his jaw hang low. "I'm serious: I will start eating more if you also put some effort and start actively searching for a mate. There's no chance that someone will just happen to be inside this cave for you, you've got to go out and put yourself on the line."

"And what about you Vaener?"

"Me? I'll eat my meat I..."

"I don't mean that, son, I meant when are you going to do ass you are preaching to me now and start searching for your own mate? You're twenty five already, you said so yourself, by your age I was already bedding five females, of course none as fine as your mother and none were able to bear my seed but that's beside the point..." Ferion chuckled at his son's clear embarrassment and lack of a response. "Young ones, always so eager to get one up their elders but never prepared when they get an answer they didn't prepare for..." Again, the massive dragon chuckled. "But yes, I will get out and do my part while you put on a few tonnes for your future mate. If you grow another ten feet by the next century and put on some weight, with your perfect scales and slender body, I think you'll have a harem bigger than Galloway." For a moment Vaener tried to think of himself being in his brother's place, surrounded by nearly ten other females begging for his attention day in and out. He just couldn't finalize that thought.

"I don't think I'll be as popular as him. Maybe I'll... I'll settle with just one, like you father."

"Don't forget I waited till I was well over a century old before I considered settling down. Put some experience... how did the humans used so say... ah, put some experience under your belt, get some action, see what the world is like. How are you supposed to find yourself a nice female if you don't woo one?" This time Vaener blushed a deeper shade of green, so deep he was almost turning black, his tail curled up between his legs. It took Ferion a few moments to understand. "Oh, of c-course, yes, or you could find yourself a nice stud." Even he had to let in some blushing. "You've got even more reasons to get out and explore." Suddenly, he stood up, wind gushing around the dining room. "I'll do my best son, but you need to keep up your side of the deal, from now on I'll catch for you two deer every day and you must eat them all without fail." The tiny dragon got another lick from his bigger parent.

His eyes followed Ferion's massive frame as he left and, instead of heading back to his bedroom like any other day, after a moment of hesitation, his path curved to the left, taking him to the tunnels that led out of the caves. There was a hit of happiness in Vaener's eyes and then he was alone with a lot of food still to be eaten.

In the end he did finish his meal, but it was almost too much for him. His stomach wasn't that big and the fat meal made him feel drowsy to some degree, so Vaener decided to walk for a while, get some movement in and help his body digest to some degree. With every step he made, lost in thought almost completely, he went deeper and deeper inside the tunnels, going past the place where he usually stopped by quite the margin, further away from the surface, hundreds of feet below his bedroom as tunnels twisted and turned and the entirety of the scent trails had died down, nothing but dust left in their wake. An hour later he stopped, his stomach had settled down for a small rumble every now and then but at the same time he had lost his way, or rather, he didn't know where he was anymore, going back was a matter of tracing his steps through the dust till he reached the upper levels of his home. Around him there was little more than darkness, the occasional magic lamp or luminescent fungi pot to light up the environment and an eerie silence hung upon the rocks. It took Vaener some thinking and a different kind of trip inside his memories to figure out where he had ended up in his meal-fuelled drowsiness: the hatchling quarters, where he and his many brothers once lived before they graduated from being mere hatchlings and into young dragons. Some of the walls were marked with small claws, some coming from decades before his time, some bigger than he was even now, proving once more just how small he was compared to his family, if even one of his brothers, well before being fifteen, were already bigger than he was at twenty five. He sighed, not bothered by this, but he was bothered by the state this place had ended up. Many times his father had made his intention known to keep making children with his wife till the day they were too old, his promise of giving her a thousand eggs broken after only thirteen. Sometimes Vaener wished he could change things, go back and see if such a thing was even possible in some other world, if things had gone differently. He would have been happy to be an older brother, caring for the hordes of younglings that would have come after him, that would have grown bigger than himself and would then help him in return one day. But that was fantasy and it would not happen, not anymore.

Again his mental wandering had guided his paws to a hidden room that had no dust, no spider webs, a place where the air was clean and the light abundant. There was, however, little space to move, hundreds of boxes of human make, sealed by crude, rusted locks big enough for dragon digits, some broken by critters. Their contents were pristine, kept intact by a magic film that Vaener knew was his father's and that protected hundreds of items that belonged to his mother. Rings, bracelets, brushes, expensive scale polish and so on together with books, magical materials and potions, each labelled neatly.

"Mother..." He held back a tear. "How can I make father happy without you? What should I do?"

Although he got no answer back, he was still determined in finding out, diving back in the myriad of boxes and crates. He dug and dug, items cluttering nearly every inch of space until he found a neat little box, a small one that smelled of lilac, with draconic runes reading 'for Ferion'. Hesitant, Vaener still opened it and found a small host of potions, some had lost their tag or maybe they never had it, but a neat row had some, labelling them as 'to lift your mood'. There was a description that came with it and told the young dragon that someone was supposed to open it and let the scent waft through the air and then the effects would manifest. Vaener popped the cork and instantly a dense, sweet fragrance filled the room, blowing away the stuffy atmosphere, almost making the air glow in a pink haze. His body started to feel hot and his nose was drawn more and more towards the bottle, his lips hanging open, drooling on the floor. Heat made his scales flush in deep green, his muscles tense and relax without end, the tips of his toes tingle pleasantly. Vaener held the glass vial in his paws and huffed the scent deeply, growing more and more desperate for it, his tongue lapping at the rim, abuzz with the taste of it. He knew it wasn't for him, he knew it and at the same time he didn't care, there were four more, he was sure that he could take some and still be able to use it for his father at some point. His lips closed around the vial and his head bent, dunking the sickly sweet liquid inside his mouth, straight into his stomach. That pleasant buzz became a strong hum and then a pounding avalanche as every cell of his body sang and made his shiver and stagger, crashing into the walls, very close to knocking something precious on the ground. He barely made it out as that tingle spread to his heart and then to his nethers, setting his slit aflame so intense the pleasure was for the young dragon. His cock slipped out in milliseconds, slick beyond measure with copious pre and slit-fluids while his feminine side drooled far more, dense, goopy, messy strings of clear lust staning the insides of his hindlegs. He groaned, rubbing his burning snout on the cold rock, only to plant his haunches down as well, feeling the hard rock against his aching cock, providing just enough friction to make him spill his seed, rope after rope while his feminine bits quivered, winking at some non-existent male, baring the insides of his virgin, slick, ready vent for any suitor. His tail refused to go down, pulled up by invisible hands, his cock unable to stop spilling precum, his belly utterly soaked in gallons of clear stuff much like what lied behind it. The stench of arousal, of heat and desire wafted from the young herm, a potent cloud of male and female mixing in a messy scream for any action.

"Vaener!" Ferion's voice boomed behind him, quickly dragging the young one out of his stupor, rushing in a corner to hide his shame, although the trail of lust he left on the floor wasn't doing much to help him in that regard. "What are you doing in your mother's stash?"

"I uhhhhh... I was... how do I..." He looked at his father, who glared back. "I was wandering uhh... and ended up here by mistake, so I-I-I thought I'd try and find something to... cheer you up father." The rage vanished almost immediately as Ferion sat his haunches on the floor, looking a little dejected, a little happy, a little sad and a little angry.

"I understand..." There was a long pause. "You meant well Vaener but you did something you shouldn't have done: you rummaged through the only possessions Mona ever had in her life, this are the last things other than her memories we have left." Despite the raging hard-on Vaener was sporting, the deep flushed state he was in and the heavy curtain of heat hanging around his scales, it was the shame of his actions that made him turn a deeper shade of green. "Although I appreciate your concern, you must receive some punishment to make up for this."

"I understand." Vaener stood up, his tail curled up between his legs, soaked in all kinds of fluids as they leaked from his slits.

"And to open your mother's potions to boot... you have messed up big time young one." Ferion snorted and got back on his feet, leading his son out of the concerned room and into another one, deeper into the tunnels, a room that was lit by crude yet mesmerizing carvings that glowed in the dark, flooding the place and keeping the shadows at bay. "Do you know what this room is?" Vaener shook his head. "It's the room in which we conceived all of you, from your brother Tarmac to you, one by one." The blush deepened on the young one's muzzle, realizing that he had been led in what a human would most likely call a sex dungeon. Even years after the last time his father had been there, there was a strong musk in the air, the sheer potency of it had seeped into the very rock, staining it forever. "You know, I have realized something..."

"What is it father?"

"Why should I go out searching for a female to bed when I've got a perfect candidate right under my nose?" Vaener froze as his father looked at him in a weird way, a stare that both made his bones chill and his female slit leak more and wink lewdly. "You're very similar to your mother, you behave like her and you've got a fertile, virgin womb for me to claim... Did you know dragons used to ask their parents advice for their first heat or rut? When I was young I had my father show me his own cock to make me understand how to use it, practicing on your aunts several times that night." Again Vaener blushed. "And you did say that you were open to both males and females, right? Why not be a good son and raise that pretty tail for your father?" Ferion chuckled loudly. He saw his son hide beneath the cover of his wings. He teased the young one, making him feel uncomfortable, making him regret his action in the worst way he knew of, pretending to be interested in him in a sexual way. "Alright, joke's... over..." But as the older dragon turned around, amused enough by the crude joke, he saw his son with his tail hiked up, legs spread out and his slit slightly open, drooling lust all over the floor right where he bred his mother.

"I-I understand father... I'll be your mate..." Vaener gulped. "If it means you'll be happy... I'll... I'll bear your eggs..." Again, Ferion was utterly shocked by the sight, his nostrils flaring at the thick curtain of lust. But there was something that felt different, weird in that scent: he knew very well the taste of his mate's arousal in the air, if he concentrated he could still feel it clear as day, he knew the scent of the potion's effect just as well and this wasn't it. It was sweeter but, somehow, more dense and at the same time it brought this masculine tang with it. "I want you to be happy."

"Son, this is not you speaking, it's the potion, I was joking around." Ferion took a step back, trying not to look at his son's sodden nethers, at the winking slit so eagerly begging for something to fill it.

"Please... father... I'm, I'm no good for anything..." The larger dragon stopped when he heard that sentence, looking flabbergasted at his son. "I can barely hunt, in fact, I can only hunt deer and small game... I can't fly long enough to get to my brothers' homes because it takes so long I need days of rest, I can't use magic, I can't fight other dragons... I'm... just good at taking care of them when they're here and at taking care of, of you father." Vaener gulped, hiking his tail higher. "I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't want to stay here forever to look after... any younger sibling I might have had..." Ferion was froze, for the first time in his life after seeing his mate the day she barged into his life, he was frozen. "I just want to be of help but I can only do so much... maybe..."

"Are you sure Vaener? You're asking your father, the one who sired you, to put eggs inside you." Vanener looked at the ground for a little while and then nodded. Ferion shivered, clenching his muscles to hold back the avalanche that was his lust, fuelled by the scent soaking the air and the frankly arousing sight of a drooling slit barely a dozen feet away from his nose. His nostrils flared and shrunk, pheromones flooding his lungs over and over. "I love you son, but..."

He had closed his eyes for but a moment and when he opened them again, his gaze fell upon his son once more, only this time he wasn't just standing there with his tail raised up high, no, the young, small dragon was wagging his hips, left and right, left and right. His head started following them, from one side to the other, again left and again right, his nostrils still taking in his scent, his control slowly but surely slipping under the hypnotic sway of those glittering scales. He drank it in just as he drank in the sight of that lithe tail curling ever so slightly to plunge a couple of inches inside the wet slit below, prying open a treasure trove with gentle motion. Then, too focused on that swaying behind, Ferion missed the flick of the tail that sent droplets of undiluted lust flying through the air onto his muzzle. The great dragon was caught unprepared for it, his nostrils flooded with pure lust, control slipping from his powerful claws just long enough to make the first step, and a second. Ferion took over again but it was too late: his muzzle was inches away from his son's glistening scales, his eyes looking over his small frame and his cock already peeking from his own slit, parting it with feet of drooling dragon flesh that demanded attention. Vaener smiled, proud of having won over his father for once in his life, but the feeling of satisfaction didn't last more than an instant for the older dragon opened his maw and plunged his tongue inside his waiting prize.

The sheer potency of the smaller dragon's lust made Ferion's claws dig into the rock below, made his body shiver uncontrollably and pin the little thing down with one massive claw as he shoved his tongue deeper, deeper and deeper still until he found a tiny barrier that barely stopped him. The young one tasted... fertile, incredibly fertile... impossibly so even. Ferion could feel it on his taste buds, the eagerness to breed, the promises of countless eggs. Desires blossomed in the back of his mind, enticing him. Surely, if he were to give in completely, he could sire countless eggs at once, hell, he might even double the number of his children at once. Ferion's throat rumbled, shaking the ground as that idea took root and refused to go away, growing louder and more insistent with each second that passed. Swathes of tongue squirmed, stretched and contracted, teasing with size and skill that made Vaener's small body give in, his legs wobbling under his father's weight and pressure. When he felt that tongue spread his chamber, fill it with wriggling muscle, he cried out, not prepared at all for the rough, almost violent treatment his father was giving him. Vaener came faster and harder than he had ever done before, clamping as much as he could on that broad organ with his entire being but it was not enough to stop the bigger dragon. Ferion kept going, his own lust spurred on by the contractions he was feeling, the taste of a ripe, willing female squirming beneath his paw. He felt young again, his body singing like it had sung the day he had first tasted his mate's lust, but somehow it was even stronger, more potent. His cock slipped out further, the flat head flaring time and time again, oozing liberally dozens of gallons of precum stickier and cloudier than normal, fat ropes staining the rock in a lewd painting style. Still, he kept licking, shoving more tongue inside his son's vent, so much that his scales were bulging out, the sheer size of his tongue showing through layers of skin until his mouth was pressed against the young one's wet rump, drool coating his plump thighs and the boiling hot breath washing over them. Vaener came again, fluids squirting around the moving seal of his father's tongue for long seconds, his scent thickening in the air only to be overtaken by one he knew very well. His lithe neck curled behind his back, looking over the mass of Ferion's body: he saw his father's sack descend, slick, the slitfluids coating it evaporating with the incredible heat of his body, further strengthening the musk they already possessed. His cock was well over ten feet now, throbbing so hard he could see the veins dance and strain as it grew longer still, flaring wider. Vaener gulped: it looked so big and he wasn't even completely hard yet. And still... he wanted it all inside him. All of it.

Ferion took his sweet time tasting and prodding his son's vent, pulling back minutes later, leaving behind a gaping hole that closed with a series of contractions that left it oozing with saliva and more lust as well as a barely standing dragon attached to it. There were no words said on either part as the larger of the two stepped forth, his cock bouncing up and down, heavy and slick. Ferion's forelimb curled and grabbed the mammoth shaft at the very tip, his very own paw barely able to get around the girth of it and pressed the flare against that tiny, winking vent. Vaener braced himself but quickly realized that there was no need: his father was merely teasing him again, rubbing that fat crown on the entrance to his womanhood, dousing it in tubs of goopy precum, letting him feel just how big it was, just how much he'd be stretched by it in moments and just how hard he'd cum the moment it'd be in.

"There is no going back now Vaener..."

"I know father, I want to..." His sentence was cut short as Ferion curled his neck and faced his son, quickly shoving his tongue inside his smaller mouth, filling it, wrestling with his own, forcing the young one to taste his vent for long seconds, the older dragon's cock still circling around the increasingly lubed vent.

"I care not for what you want... slut." Vaener was taken aback by those words, looking up to see his father's lip curl into a devious, lustful grin that sent shivers coursing through his body. And yet why did he like that look? "You've given up your body to me, so that I could have more children, you've given up your only possession to me, to the one who will now use it till he sees fit... you're not my son anymore, you're not part of my spawn, you're my little slut and the future broodmother to the legions I will put inside your womb. I don't know why you're so... fertile, be it your mother's genes or the potion but I know for a fact that the moment I fill you, you will be so immensely pregnant you won't be able to touch the floor for months." Ferion grinned even wider, licking Vaener's neck all the way down to his shoulders. "I am not your father anymore, I am your mate, your master and your everything, you will not call me father ever again, you will call me either Master until you have earned the right to call me your mate. I would have granted you the honour already but I think you're better suited for that name, after the little show you gave me. Is that clear?" He pushed with his hips, mashing the steel hard flare against the small dragon's vent, already starting to spread it obscenely wide. Vaener gasped. "I will not call you son so when I say slut you'll be there, tail raised and bending over for me, whenever I want, wherever I want, be it in these caves or outside, be it when we're alone or when my sons come home. You will treat them as always but if they wish to make use of you after I'm done, you will present your sloppy tail and let them use you as well." Vaener moaned, his vent spread wider than it had ever been, almost painfully so as the massive flare of the older dragon reached its thickest point, several feet across, its fleshy barbs sending sparks of pleasure and pain to every nerve he possessed. "Am I clear?"

"Yes..."

"Yes what, slut?" Ferion pushed a few more inches, on the verge of making his flare pop in, just waiting for his broodmother to say the final word.

"Yes... master."

With a massive, wet, lewd and arousing squelch, Ferion made the flare fit inside a receptacle not meant for his size, growling at the pressure the tiny body under him was putting on the small fraction of his shaft. The small vent yawned so wide the scales around it were spread out far enough to bare the soft skin beneath, but at this point neither cared about appearances. Putting his paws over the dragon below, Ferion pinned him down, roughly and firmly, so that he could push forward and start the most delicious of acts he had ever known: breaking in a virgin dragoness. There was something different this time however, something that made it a hundred times more arousing, more interesting and just wrong enough to spur an old dragon like him to highs he had never been to. Not only the little thing beneath him was a virgin, a most sought after thing even among their kind, not only the little thing looked exactly like his old mate but had such different reactions also due to his inexperience and size but to top it all, the little thing well over three feet of his cock were shoved in, throbbing madly, unloading dense precum and stretching it, was his very own son. Ferion growled, a feral, low growl that made his new mate shiver by mere proxy, the echo of such powerful lungs reverberating through his organs.

The larger male thrust forward again, inches sliding inside the smaller one at once, spreading him wider, ridges popping in with wet squelches as the fine fleshy barbs lodged deep within his vent stimulated it in ways he didn't even thin possible. Already far too full for his size, Vaener was aware that there was still so much of his father's... no, of his master's fat cock to go, less than a dozen feet to be sure but even then, not counting his neck or tail, he was barely longer than that and yet, his master was surely wanting to get it all inside, until his sweat soaked balls would end up slapping against his rump, smothering his own maleness with their weight. For some reason the thought made him come a little, the mere idea of Ferion bottoming inside him, of his titanic balls churning loudly as they smothered the relatively tiny shaft he possessed as they also unloaded his seed. The dragon on top felt every shiver, every contraction coming from below, squeezing so hard and so often it would've been almost painful if the same muscles had any grip or strength left after being mercilessly spread apart by his cock. Ferion grinned again, lowering his neck a second time, shoving his broad and endless tongue inside his slut's throat, not bothering with any kiss, simply jamming as much of it as deep as he could while on the other end he tried to do the same. His balls were set aflame by need, lurching upwards as they struggled to contain their cargo, sweat dripping in fat beads over and over, rivers of it running around his haunches, on the inside of his thighs, evaporating under the incredible heat of his body, although some managed to drip below, adding to the pool of his slut's fluids as they escaped his flare's seal. Vaener screamed as best as he could when Ferion decided he had been lubed up long enough, getting pinned down with tonnes upon tonnes of dragon muscle just as the larger male started to push harder.

Ferion pulled back ever so slightly, the quick motion leaving behind a vacuum immediately filled by more cock than before, one and then twice, his fat flare reaching deeper than before, spreading the small canal of his lover just a little wider as every last inch of that monstrous shaft throbbed and expanded with blood, girthier as if being several feet in diameter wasn't quite enough anymore, swelling larger and larger inside a canal that stretched to accommodate it. Whether it was because of the potion or Vaener was lucky enough to inherit the right genes mattered little, the only thing either looked forward to was the moment their hips would meet. Ferion worked hard to reach that goal, mercilessly pounding his shaft in and out, his hips slowly picking up a pace that allowed him to sow swathes of fertile dragoness at a time, his dense precum having already breached the sanctity of his broodmother's chamber before his cock did, filling it with fluids so packed with seed that he might as well be pregnant already. The herm moaned, trying to fight with the broad tongue jammed inside his throat, a small solace for the searing hotness burning within his vent, spread too far too quickly and yet unable to deny the pleasure he was feeling. Another ridge popped in only to slide out as Ferion pulled back to push his shaft deeper and feel a small barrier that was forced to yawn wide. It took both a moment to realize that the goal had been reached, that now Ferion's broad flare was safely tucked inside Vaener's womb, but when the young herm looked up, he saw the glint in the older male's eyes, a glint that told him he wasn't anywhere near done just yet.

That realization was followed by a new, stronger, more forceful push as an entire foot of cock was shoved inside, instantly filling his chamber to full capacity as it strained to accept the gooey cargo it came with, the gallons already inside displaced by the throbbing mass of flesh. And yet there was still half of that towering dragon cock left to go and Ferion knew that very well. He secured once more his grip on the future broodmother's body and resumed his slow, methodical thrusts, inching ever so close to his objective, foot after foot, ridge after fat ridge, forcing the no longer virgin herm to accept it all time and time again. The process was slow, excruciatingly slow, both desiring to just start the first of their couplings, but unwilling and unable to bear it until they'd be one. Time seemed to crawl, one inch at a time, Vaener's vent stretching wider than ever before when the last few feet started being crammed in, the sheer girth of his master's shaft proving to almost be more difficult than his flare, accepting them only because he was being trained at the same time, adapting to the immense pillar he was once sired with. The same balls that his sperm once rested in were unloading ungodly amount of lube, already having seeded him, but clearly desiring to make him truly swell with eggs, dozens of them if his wish came true, as if those roiling orbs knew they were breeding their flesh and blood.

It was only a matter of time before the young herm felt something heavy, dense, sweaty and sloshing slap against his sore rump, heightening the burning feeling in his loins with the heat they carried. Ferion growled, at long last having managed the impossible, hilted all the way down to his slit inside a vent so small it shouldn't even have fit his flare. His paws lifted for a moment, running through the massive bulge that stretched the herm's pretty scales so much he could feel his cock's blood pump through the skin, feel every ridge and cranny of it and look as every pump of his overloaded nuts stretched it ever so wider when delivering another spurt of precum. Vaener was panting, his body struggling to accept such immense amount of cock, his very breath knocked out by simply having it inside and yet feeling so happy, so full and ready. His vent spasmed constantly, stimulated to ends no dragon should reasonably be able to feel, orgasm after orgasm, even his maleness throbbing madly and unloading what little his body could produce all splattering underneath his glistening belly scales. The stench of sex surrounding him was so dense and thick he could see his breath displace it, staining the very air, clinging to the walls and the rock like a living thing, growing stronger the more the male on top grew aroused.

"Now we can start."

Before his musk addled mind could even register the sentence, he was shoved down on the ground by a massive paw and secured in place as entire feet of cock were pulled back with lewd, loud and messy squelches, gouts and gouts of precum dribbling out like a small cascade from his abused vent and before he could feel the void left behind, he was once again full. Ferion growled in satisfaction and pride, having broken in a herm a quarter his size and now at long last able to breed him. The older dragon started thrusting back and forth, rhythmically, in and out, in and out, several ridges sliding in of that abused vent with a single thrust, popping back out seconds later, shining with sweat and all sorts of fluids.

The massive bulge on Vaener's belly receded and advanced time and time and time again, the shape of Ferion's flare mashing against it, spewing more precum than before, filling his chamber more with each second that passed. His master's flare was locked inside, tugging at his entrance whenever Ferion pulled back so much almost every last foot of his cock was outside, dripping with his slitfluids, keeping him nice and full of warm pre so that when that shaft was crammed inside again it'd be bathed in its own fluids. The male began to truly and completely dominate his breeder, methodically pounding every inch of receptive flesh with his tumescent shaft, never stopping, his balls slapping against the herm's haunches, leaving him hurting from their weight and the force behind his thrusts, his precum making him swell a tad larger than the previous load, the form of his flare eclipsed by gallons upon gallons of the sticky stuff. Time and time again Ferion bottomed inside the smaller dragon, his ridges spreading him so much he'd never close completely again, permanently gaping as a result, permanently marked as his property, as his little breeder, as his slut for even his brothers to see. He had lied when he said he'd not consider him as a son ever again, because it was exactly that notion that was sending his lust into overdrive, that made his sack swell and lurch with the desire of seeing his very own spawn, such a deliciously wrong thing to do and yet he couldn't help himself.

The air got hotter and hotter, sweat flowed freely, evaporating quickly in the sauna that was borne of their mating, his swollen balls slapping with growing strength upon that abused rump, slit against slit, scale against scale in a messy, sweaty, musky dance that just never seemed to end. Vaener was drooling on the floor, tongue lolling out to lap what little was flowing beneath him, at the mercy of his master, getting railed without pause. Time had lost any meaning by now, even counting his orgasms was a lost cause because every single time Ferion did something, be it push forward, pull back, stay still or simply deliver another gut bloating load of pre, he came and came hard. His vent was aching, tired of constantly shivering under the onslaught of that cock, his own shooting blank upon blank into a pool of sticky fluids. But even the most virile of dragons must reach their limit at some point and Ferion did, although it took him several hours to get there. Vaener felt it well before the older male started madly humping him, hammering his sodden slit with quick thrusts to build up an even higher peak before the last second, the throbbing of his cock becoming more of a maddening thump while his balls swelled, kicking into overproduction as they too prepared for something truly monumental. The young herm wasn't prepared for the mating bite that came soon after, his master's teeth sinking gently into his neck, his tongue licking up small droplets of blood as they came out, safely securing him as if he could move after such a merciless pounding for so long. When Ferion's balls lurched his flare widened a little more, his ridges expanded and scraped Vaener's passage harder, only to bloat that same passage even more when the first shot travelled across fifteen feet of buried dragon cock all the way to the tip lodged inside his chamber. His breath was stolen as the impact shook his body and the sudden weight and pressure within made him squirm and flay wildly underneath his master's paw. Ferion kept him in place as his cock pumped again and again and again, each single spurts seconds long, dozens of seconds, each carrying enough seed to fertilize a hundreds of females twice over with his sheer virility and all was being dumped inside one single herm. Vaener's form bloated with it, swelling faster and faster, his gut spilling from underneath him, around his sides, pushing him upwards and still the dragon came. Seconds felt like years and minutes felt like eons for the small herm, packed to the brim with life giving seed ten times more than he had the right to be, bred by the most powerful of males to have ever graced this side of the continent, time and time again given the idea that that spurt was the last only to be proven wrong as another load, just as dense, just as strong and just as virile as the one before added a foot to his circumference. As his womb bloated, ten feet wide, fifteen, twenty five and counting, Ferion had to stop pushing him down, instead grabbing hold of his hindlegs with his own muscular forelimbs and resume his thrusting. Vaener howled, his screams echoing loudly in the breeding chamber as his master somehow found the strength to mate with him while still unloading enough seed for an entire horde of lesser dragons, his flare and barbs still scraping his soft insides from within, his ridges sealing all that essence. His thrusts didn't lack an ounce of the strength they had before, still strong, still overwhelming and still just as methodical, forcing the small herm to come endlessly, aiding his fertilization as the constant stimulation, the palpable musk and the potion's aftereffects all collaborated to make him let down egg after egg in a sea of spunk so dense that they were fertilized long before they were even inside his womb.

And again Ferion broke his expectations, making the dragon below him turn around and gasp with what little breath he had left as something hard slid over the curve of his back, slick, wet, drooling something sticky and throbbing madly. Vaener's eyes widened, mouth agape as he stared at a second, just as thick, just as long, just as massive cock jutting from his father's nethers, forcing his slit to yawn even more than before, stretched so thin it must have been almost painful. He watched with half-focused mind, part of him wanting to just be bred endlessly, part of him curious at the new and musky shaft that he had never known about. With a loud squelch that broke the sound of his master's endless pumps of seed, he saw two more shapes bulge that slit and spread it a little wider, falling into his sack. That simple action was followed by a sudden, unexpected and titanic load of spunk that made his belly swell four feet at once, the sludge forced inside him ten times as dense, ten times as heavy as what had been pumped inside him before, pushing out every other contender, aiming directly for his defenceless eggs. Vaener screamed again, utterly unable to move so high his belly had pushed him, not that his master would have allowed him. The second shaft oozed precum liberally until, with a final throb, tar-thick seed erupted from it, making the stench of sex in the air thicken so much Vaener's lungs screamed for oxygen, his throat tingling while his womb sang and let down even more eggs than before. Hundreds if not thousands of gallons of breeding batter were both shoved inside an already packed womb and outside, coating the floor in waves of thick white sludge, frothing as it spread and rose above Ferion's paws. Vaener could feel one throb inside him while the other throbbed outside.

"Rrrrrfff... not even your mother managed to do this on her first try..." For the first time in god knows how many hours, from Ferion's mouth came something other than growls or murrs of pleasure, shaking awake his breeder from his stupor. "Surprise to see your old man has another cock?" As he said that, the second pillar lurched upwards, splattering dense cum on its owner's belly scales. "I was gifted with quite a lot, it took me a century to find the right dragoness who could take me when fully aroused." Vaener was almost tempted to scream in disbelief but another minute-long load of seed once again stole his words, sending him careening through the millionth orgasm. In his dazed state he could feel his master's slit, where the two musky cocks connected and the even heavier sack where four titanic balls roiled with unspent essence. "Once I managed to breed two dragonesses at the same time, your two aunts to be precise but being dragons my seed didn't take since they were too young to be receptive." Ferion casually chatted to himself while his breeder was forced to bloat wider and wider still, stuck to one cock while the other filled the room around them, the tide of seed lapping at his balls by then. "So, be proud, you're going to be bred for real now..." Another wide, devilish grin appeared on the older dragon's muzzle as he started pulling back, his flare blocked by the far too small opening of Vaener's womb. It took some effort to pull out completely, his balls bathed by another source of spunk, warm and strong as his breeder's belly deflated, dumping all the weaker seed out, the denser, more potent stuff so heavy it stayed inside as if it had a will of its own. "They say herms have natural talent for being broodmothers and it seems the rumours were right." Ferion licked his slut's neck a second time as his second cock prodded the gaping depths of his vent, entering with far greater ease than the first one. "By the time this one is spent, the other will be ready to go again. I will repeat the cycle until I am the one collapsing on the floor and by that time, you should be able to only babble and cum around my cocks. It'll take days but I trust you'll manage to hold on long enough. Oh and, of course, your meal will come from the same source, so we'll even have the chance to teach you how to swallow my lengths, in due time." The older dragon pushed himself inside, managing to fit the entirety of his slick tool almost completely at the first try, grunting as he forced his flare inside Vaener's abused womb far too soon. The dragon's four balls roiled with anticipation, his first cock stiffening already after giving the first signs of tiredness, bouncing up to attention. Ferion licked his lips, drinking in the warmth of his seed and his son's body, feeling the stretched out vent fit around him snugly like the proverbial glove, slowly moulded to fit his monumental shaft. "Well then, shall we begin round two?"