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The Dragon Vein Mountain range. A place of mild winters and summers. The land has gained its name from more than one unique attribute of the region. It is the home of low but constant volcanic activity leading to an abundance of marvelous hotsprings.

The rare and much-valued metal by the same name is found in these hills, a metal that takes well to heat and can be forged into a nigh-indestructible alloy.

The intimidating and sharp peaks of granite and marble contrasted by gentle wooded valleys and rolling hills seem reminiscent of the maw of the legendary beasts inhabiting it.

And of course, the great and long-thriving clan of dragons that have long made this land their home and territory.

"Korbus? Are you STILL asleep??" heaved Altair with an exasperated sigh. A dragon of glorious brass-colored scales that seemed to carry a natural polish and glisten in the morning sun. His eyes were a gentle and enthralling amber, his body sleek and athletic. He was a male just reaching his prime as fine and defined musculature rolled under his pristine scales down to his taut silver underbelly. His great wings flexed, demonstrating their span and power as bronze webbing captured sunlight to glow majestically in the dawn.

He was the younger brother of the Stoneblood's current alpha, a dragon clan thusly named for their immeasurable strength and legendary endurance.

"So eager to for me to teach you how to be a male, Altair?" scoffed a much deeper voice, a naturally gruff tone rolling from the owner's throat like disturbed stone. Korbus the strong, a titan of a dragon nearly twice the size of Altair. His scales retained most of the polish of his sibling, a gorgeous sapphire with the shared silver underbelly polished by the Alpha's excessive sloth during the winter season.

The sloth, however, took little away from his immensely powerful figure. He did not earn his title lightly. Even in the dim light of the rising sun Altair could see the bulge of his brawny siblings rippling muscle. Each flex and tense stretched and demonstrated the staggering power that earned him his position. He heaved a growl and rose to his haunches with a toothy yawn as his hulking form of a brute dragon towered over his brother.

The only traits the pair seemed to truly share were their smooth silver underbelly, a gift from their mother, and the great intimidating horns of their father. Both were equipped with massive notched scimitars of bone that rolled and hooked backwards. Intimidating blades able to hook and rip flesh or puncture the toughest of hides.

Altair had taken more after their mother, a regal and majestic figure. Powerful but refined like a stealth predator. She had come from the Skyguard clan, aerial predators that scanned the seas and made enemy of human sailors.

He benefitted from the Stone blood size but was otherwise seemingly Skyguard in all but name, some of the clan argued he had the best of both species. Agile and stunningly handsome yet imposing and rugged.

Korbus took entirely after their father. Much like the dragon once deemed the "Giant of Dragonvein", he was a walking siege engine able to crash through any opposition with his size alone.

Korbus emphasized everything the clan prided themselves on, his endurance seemed endless, his power unmatched and scales impenetrable to even dragon bane. His eyes were a deep and piercing ruby, an affixed glare alone was often enough to quash disobedience from even the most confident of challengers before his claws ever reached their comparably fragile bodies.

However, with such a gift came an insurmountable pride as well. He was a beast that had never faced a true challenge his physical gifts could not topple.

"I know all I need of sex and breeding, brother" stated Altair, addressing his sibling with a reserved and polite tone while waving a paw dismissively. "The females aren't even ready yet. They JUST finished laying, is this truly necessary?" he asked with hint of exasperation.

For weeks Korbus had been forcing himself on the females who were coming of age or had just finished laying. They weren't quite fertile yet and all but a few wouldn't be for at least a week to half a month. But the elder sibling had taken it upon himself to 'teach' his younger brother through observation.

"You should be thankful, Whelp" Korbus gibed, prodding his brother's chest with the blunt end of a claw. "If you ever plan to become the next Alpha. Not that it will ever happen. You need to learn about REAL sex instead of that nonsense you do with the other males" he mocked with a draconic chuckle.

Altair stiffened but retained his composure, knowing better than to talk directly back to the leader of their clan, sibling or not.

"What I and the other males do is entirely natural. It is how we bond and relieve frustrations" he responded factually, flicking his tail with a slight whip as even now he could feel the warmth of another male's seed within him from a quick morning romp.

Homosexuality was widely accepted in the dragon clans. As only the Alpha and a few chosen males who had proven themselves with great deeds that season were permitted to mate with the females.

Those who had no such privilege often turned to each other, forming bonds and kinships that could often garner long-time allies, mateships and support. Something with which his brother had never had to concern himself. He was chosen as the Alpha from an early age and still to this day proud to declare himself the only "Straight" dragon.

"If you say so, my little faggot brother~" Korbus teased, chuckling deeply as Altair sighed while the pair trotted from the cave and took flight to head for the female's dens. The light tease did stir a bit of something in the younger male, his personal pride peeking from his genital slit as he chose to remain quiet and composed during their short flight.

It wasn't as if Korbus was abusing the girls or anything of the like. Female dragons had an infamously ravenous sexual appetite even outside their ovulation periods. But fresh after laying and just coming of age they were notably tender and protective.

It was the rare time they weren't eager to pin anything with a cock and toy with it.

Not that it lead to hybrids or anything. But in the absence of a reliable alpha quite a few of the wild male animals in the region would get too comfortable with large lustful dragon females milking them for fun or using them as practice mates.

More than one human story existed of a man becoming a lone female's substitute husband.

The females themselves were denned in the great cliffs of the range, burrowing into the vast granite rock to make easily defensible homes in which to protect and rear their young. Most males in contrast tended to pick the woodlands and swamps to remain close to game, scout the region or egress in the rare case they were genuinely threatened.

Korbus arrived with his usual grand entrance, simply allowing himself to dive downward and slam onto the ground with all fours as his mighty paws shattered stone and blew debris away from him in the impact. Altair simply shook his head, landing softly beside him with grace while his claws pawed at the comfortably mossy soil outside the dens.

The air was delightfully sweet, warm with the heat of the females, their exotic spicy scent mingled with an abundance of colorful and fragrant plant life they cultivated to decorate their homes.

The allure was never lost on Altair, his already peeking shaft quickly began to slide out. His maleness dripped with lust, glistening with a light sheen over his exposed pinkish flesh. The gentle drips began to patter the ground with the young brass dragon's anticipation of the coming sight.

Regardless of Korbus's endless boasting to his sibling, it made the scene no less erotic each time he was subjected to it. Altair had even begun to seek out a male each morning to alleviate his budding lust and libido in preparation of his degrading 'training'.

Not that he could truly hide his enjoyment of the treatment, the sights and scents as he observed per his alpha's orders. His body could not lie. And his already exposed and drooling shaft had long taught Altair to simply be honest with himself and others as his heavy masculine scent and impressive arousal became apparent.

Altair's musk was a potent and enthralling mix of ozone and salt, a testament to the skies and sea of his heritage. It was crisp, clinging to the senses and stirring one's loins as it forced itself deep, staining a lucky partner's sinuses with his heady and regal lust.

Yet his lustrous scent soon mingled before being overpowered by something far more pungent, his elder sibling's own draconic pride wafting his cloying earthen scent. It was a smothering aroma, filled with humidity and heat you would inhale and sample whether you wished it or not. The pheromones were no less dense, no less merciless than Altair's. Each breath would give you a taste of his overbearing virility until you were erect and ready whether you wished it or not.

Altair could only blush and take gentle breaths, inhaling and savoring his alpha's powerful and deeply masculine scent of earth and citrus. His massive tool was sliding out, the sapphire dragon even lifting his leg to expose the sight to his brother with each inch that pushed outward with a flex and throb.

"Remember to look closely, brother. This is what a real males cock looks like~" Korbus husked playfully, his tone dripping with pride as the girls slowly began to step out of their dens.

Altair did as he was told, continuing the same ritual he had been subjected to each day. That Korbus opted to fuck the girls in front of him in a literal and figurative dick-measuring contest. He gazed at his brother's incredible length with a longing to sample his alpha, an urge to simply glide his tongue along the smooth length and see how his sibling would react.

Poorly most likely.

The shaft of the sapphire dragon was immense, the length large as a forelimb as he swayed his member to season the air in his mark and compel a reaction from the girls and himself. Altair could hardly peel his eyes from his sibling's tool as he showed off per usual.

A great and almost-equine flare was at the very head of the great draconic shaft. It was less round and more akin to a blunt diamond, bloated 2-inch nubs sat at the top and the bottom that could fold inside a female and scrub her walls while his flare engorged and trapped his seed. Two lines of broad flattened bumps of firm flesh ran along the underside, parallel to one another and one additional line along the top of his shaft all seeming to eventually shift into fine ridges and meet at the thickened base kissing his genital slit.

Korbus embodied the proud Stoneblood. His shaft was a brutish ram, made to simply pry his way into a mate and shape them around his tool as he flooded his lovers with his abundant seed and left them hopelessly pregnant.

The first few females eagerly approached, sliding their heads between their alpha's legs as they began to lick along his groin. Their tongues trailed along his shaft, tasting him, preparing and arousing their chosen male as they filled their lungs with his dizzying musk before leading their affection towards two plump bulges sat opposite of each other at the base of his cock.

The testes of his species were internal, great firm orbs the size of watermelons that flexed beneath the females adoring licks and spurred them to produce his thick and potent seed.

The girls suckled and lapped at each spherical swell obscured by Korbus's great hide, his rumbles of pleasure punctuated by his immense length pouring his dense arousal over the scales of his eager mates.

"Mmm, yes~ Fetch the other girls" he ordered to the youngest of the group attending him. Gripping another's flank as he forcibly spun her around.

She let out a light and adorable squeak, a light stumble before Korbus gripped her tail, yanking it upward to expose her swollen lips. Her vulva was enflamed and sensitive from the fresh laying of her clutch as Korbus pressed his girthy shaft to her vent. She shuddered and groaned as his claws gently raked her hide before ramming forward with a casual grunt and loud wet pop.

She yowled and groaned, gasping with a churl of pleasure while her Alpha forcibly stretched and explored her tunnel with vigorous thrusts.

Altair watched, listening to the roars, the groans and grunts, the slapping of their bodies together as her draconic pussy clamped around him, squeezing tight and refusing to let go while she was bred.

The humid scent and sounds of their passionate coupling left the young dragon drooling, sitting on his brass haunches as his fat cock hung openly in the air. His length was coated in his arousal and dripping onto the ground, drinking in a perverse and voyeuristic sight with a lingering envy.

Not just a desire to flood the needy vents of females. To fill one of the girls with his progeny was indeed a vision that pleased him greatly. But another of seeing himself in the female's place, of Korbus pinning him to the ground and showing his body no mercy as his elder sibling's gargantuan shaft rutted him hard and deep.

He sighed with a huff, watching the females in their bliss until Korbus roared out with a bellowing cry that shook the trees around them. It was a mighty call, ringing through the region as he flooded the first girl with his thick essence. Altair watched the outline of his great shaft within her, each ripple and flex as Korbus deposited quart after quart of heavy draconic semen into her vulnerable womb. Once her belly quaked and jiggled, having lost definition from the volume, he pulled her off to beckon the next with a welcoming claw while she stumbled away leaving a slow and viscous trail of sperm to fountain from between her legs.

For the week this had been happening Altair had taken notice of something. He was the type of dragon to observe and plan, never to act brash or recklessly unless he was left with little choice. Each girl Korbus rutted was left bowlegged and dripping, but discarded and unsatisfied. Korbus was the only one hitting his peak before he would tug off one girl and rut the next. And the girls knew it.

Each roar was a triumphant signal to the clan what he was doing, to the entire valley perhaps as he showed off his virility and power to his younger sibling and any who would bear witness. It was more than just showboating, but a powerplay, some attempt to show Altair how he will never compare while he mated female after female.

But Altair was patient, each day that he enjoyed the sights only bolstered his resolve to one day be greater than his elder sibling.

"You should be more cautious causing such a commotion, brother" Altair warned after the 8th girl and rumbling boom from Korbus's expressions of release. "Disturb the Crone and she may retaliate against the clan".

"The Crone?" Korbus laughed as he smeared his seed over his next prospect. Altair referred to a being that had been in the valley for centuries. The dragons weren't even positive who arrived first, the Stonebloods or her. She was a decrepit hag in appearance, gaunt, covered in hairy warts and lumpy protrusions as she hobbled about seeming to vanish into the woods and out of them at a whim.

She was a mysterious figure, one given a wide berth. The source of myth and story among the clan for her seemingly supernatural presence. Some had speculated it that she was the spirit of the valley itself.

Regardless, it was drilled into the young to treat the creature with respect, less you be cursed.

"What could a haggard witch possibly do?" Korbus scoffed, never buying into such weak superstition and folktale. "A myth of the weak to repress the strong", he growled and continued his debauched demonstration, growing even more vocal with Altair's warning, mocking his young sibling for buying into such hatchling tales.

No dragon currently alive had even seen said Crone, if she existed at all.

He continued his rutting proudly, dominating each female he could order forth or sniff out and grab as he echoed his pleasure to the valley and clan. He challenged the Crone to approach if she was real or so bold, to halt his boisterous rutting if she could.

A challenge he would regret answered.

"Beast!" howled out a shrill and agitated cry as the sun reached midday. A dozen females rested near their homes and passively groomed as his potent seed drooled from their parsed feminine lips.

Korbus huffed, turning his gaze as Altair and the others froze. All but his current female, his shaft buried in her as she whimpered nervously and struggled helplessly. The poor girl was full of her Alpha's length and anchored as the Crone herself stood at the edge of the clearing.

The Crone was an unnaturally tall and gaunt presence, hunched and draped in a thick tattered black cloak. Only her pronounced warty nose and unnerving boney and wrinkled limbs peeked beyond the unnaturally dark cloth.

"So it lives afterall" Korbus chuckled, withdrawing his shaft from his current female and slamming back in to make her yowl and cover her mouth nervously as he visibly stretched her belly with his girth. Her legs quivered while a mix of her sweet feminine nectar and Korbus's seed rolled down her thighs in shame.

"You are much too loud! I need my beauty rest and I loathe to bask in this gods awful sun!" the Crone chided, gesturing with a warped gnarled finger. "End your ceaseless bellowing. It's been a week of this and my patience wears thin!"

Korbus scoffed, the hag close enough he casually swiped his massive tail with the force to split a tree. Yet when it contacted her form it blew through her like mist, her body immaterial like a cloud of smoke.

Any shock was short-lived "Begone, you withered husk. No amount of rest is ever going to make a creature like you beautiful" Korbus rumbled. "I'm teaching the runt how a proper male breeds. Gods know HIS maleness will never fit the task" he mocked and looked to Altair who only gazed nervously to the Crone's position without response.

She quickly coalesced in place, unharmed as she gestured with a nail to the arrogant dragon.

"It sounds as though pride is what you value" she glowered and smirked "then it is pride I shall take" she spoke darkly with an impish cackle. "Let each indulgence be a count to your last" she laughed, an unnervingly cold chill running through his tail before she vanished into the swallowing woods.

The event had ended as abruptly as it had begun. Korbus suffered no harm, scoffing as he examined the scales upon his tail that struck her. They had lost their luster, as though roughened with great age. Yet he felt no different and shrugged it off as filth from whatever illusion she had used. If scuffing his scales and avoiding harm was the best she could do then what good was it for the clan to fear the wretch?

"Brother?" Altair voiced as he approached with concern.

"It's nothing. Just some scuffed scales" Korbus muttered, lowering his tail and stirring his cock in his current mate as he readied to continue. "You can polish them later, after the girls finish polishing the rest of me~" he chuckled and slid forward once more.

His current girl tried to keep quiet, quaking with whimpers as she covered her muzzle fearful of the Crone and stifling her moans of pleasure. Yet when Korbus came inside her, flooding his females welcoming vent...

It felt different.

He snarled and tensed, feeling an intense pressure in his groin. His muscles flexed and innards churned as pressure built far greater than ever before. He roared and strained, snarling as he pounded her flanks with a wet staccato rhythm and forced himself over the ever-climbing peak of release.

The orgasm was more intense than ever before, his flanks clenched tight as his testicles flooded her unready womb with his potent seed. She grew tighter around him, the female letting out a girlish squeal and roar of her own as he pounded the ground with his tail and clawed up the turf continuing to ram his pulsating length into her as cascades of pleasure wracked their joined bodies.

Each new gout of his potent seed sent a ripple through his body, a new strain and tension as Korbus groaned and snarled. Each time his flesh strained she felt a bit tighter, his maleness heavier as he felt the staggering release and pleasure, yet no relief from the pressure in his loins.

She whimpered and crooned when the intense coupling finally ended, the first female Korbus had truly left totally satisfied it seemed as her abused cunt wrapped around him seamlessly. He slid himself out slowly, riding his afterglow before staring in shock at his tool while she collapsed. It was little wonder she was so tight, his dick had grown a few inches in length and thickness!

"HAH! THIS is your punishment, Hag?" Korbus barked "A bigger and better cock?". Even his great testes seemed larger, more productive than ever as he snatched the next girl and sat on his haunches.

He lined up a younger emerald dragon with his immense length, rubbing his slightly larger orbs as the weight within made him shudder with lust. He slammed her down as she roared a groan and held on tight, her paws gripping his shoulders while he plundered her reptilian quim.

The old hag had to be delusional. All she had done was make Korbus even BETTER as an alpha.

His maw dripped and drooled as he rutted the gorgeous girl in front of him, watching his tool claim her supple body, to fill and stretch her with his monstrous girth. His claws danced over her form, exploring her polished scales and slender figure as he used his trophy to his own ends.

Again he rutted and bounced her on his immense draconic cock, filling the glade with the loud wet passion of their joining bodies, their huffs and snarls, moans and grunts ringing with pleasure as the area filled with the ambient and intensifying musk of draconic sex.

His peak seemed to come a bit slower than before, another girl managing to finally cum as she was fucked before he could finally pour his potent seed into her straining womb. He huffed and mused over his second delayed release. It was no doubt from the strain of repeated orgasms he reasoned and rapidly dismissed.

He sheathed his conquest over his maleness, letting her scream and moan as he pushed her to her limits and shaped her cunt for his monstrous draconic shaft.

The orgasm was no less intense, even moreso. His entire body tense as he rumbled and snarled, huffing out a groan as he watched the bulging torrent of his semen pounding her womb and swelling her midsection with his molten essence.

In the midst of orgasm he watched, watched his cock meat pulse and throb, watched it slowly ripple and expand as a thick veins grew along the side to help carry his blood along his engorged shaft.

There was a pressure in his sheathe, tensing and pushing hard as the lips of his genital sleeve slowly parted. He groaned in strain, pinning the girl against him as he used her own stretched lips and slick nectar to ease and coax out the blockage like a mewling plunger.

With a lewd wet squelching slurp the pressure ceased, a cascade of fluids ran down Korbus's thighs as he gazed down and grinned a toothy grin flooded with pride. His female was speechless, tensing from strain and pleasure as a new massive bulge spread her lips and left her speechless.

A knot! The one thing his perfect cock had been missing for so long! The only trait of the Stonebloods he hadn't inherited, or been so unremarkable as to have never left his sheathe.

He carelessly tugged the girl off with a wet slurping pop, depositing her on the ground dribbling his sperm as her folds winked and gaped. He gazed almost dreamily at his enhanced length. Already having grown roughly 10% larger, the knot carrying his signature bumps that would likely swell and help him lock into a female as they formed a crown around his new base.

The stupid bitch hadn't done anything but improve him! He could hardly wait for more. Hell, his cock was becoming so amazing he was almost tempted to use his faggot brother after he had spent all the females.

Almost.

"Korbus! Your cock..." Altair noted as the last girl caught her breath under him, letting the seed pour over her smooth scales and bathe her in the orgasmic stench of her alpha's dense cum.

"Impressed~?" he chuckled, gripping his cum-slathered tool and pumping it proudly to his brothers chagrin.

"Well, yes. But isn't this worrying to you?" Altair asked and admired. "This is powerful magic at work, brother. Do you feel any different...? Perhaps it would be wise to-" he began before he was abruptly cut off by a snarl.

"I do not recall asking for your counsel, Brother" Korbus glowered before shifting to a grin. "But I do feel delightfully magnanimous~" he chuckled with an impish tone to his otherwise rumbling and baritone voice.

It was hard not to feel gracious right now. His cock had reached perfection. Any hope Altair had of ever overtaking him had vanished in minutes. He wasn't even a threat anymore.

But it never hurts to gloat either~

"Do you happen to want release, brother?" Korbus hummed calmly pumping him immense draconic tool in his sibling's sight. "I believe I have an excellent use for that mouth of yours" he husked deliberately, watching Altair stiffen and go wide-eyed at the implication, his own impressive tool fully erect and drooling as his fantasies ran wild after so much teasing and temptation.

Altair's rational mind clashed with his hope and arousal. His claws dug into the soil as he heaved a sigh, he knew it would never be so easy. Much as it would be a dream come true to finally feel Korbus's presence over him, he swallowed the budding incestuous hope like a bitter pill.

"Nng. W-we should. A-act. Rationally, brother" he stuttered out, pressing back the tightness in his chest, the visage of that great turgid length he had pined for. He was repressing everything his body craved. Such was the curse of a rational mind.

"There is nothing to be rational about. Or are you afraid of your lost title of second, brother?" Korbus mocked as he gestured to the girls, beckoning them to him and whispering his orders as they giggled with glee.

"It can't be said I'm not generous, Altair" Korbus declared triumphantly as the girls who had all been bred sauntered to him. Puffy vents and swollen lips all drooling his siblings potent sperm presented to him as a few girls slipped behind.

"I can't allow you to cum as a male" he grinned as Altair gasped, blushing hard as girls yanked up his flanks, forcing him to present himself to them and expose his puffy tail hole. "But the girls could certainly enjoy a subservient sister" he laughed as claws danced around his rear before a warm and wet clenched reptilian fist pressed against his tail hole. He knew the feeling, no doubt the girls were using Korbus's excess seed. He could feel the pressure, hear the excitement as he heaved a grunt while they forced themself in with a squelch as the brass male groaned and shuddered enveloping the anonymous females limb.

"O-oh~!" he gasped, shuddering and hiking his tail, feeling her limb slide into him as his stretching anus squeezed. It wasn't quite another male, but it certainly wasn't unpleasant, at least for one as well trained back there as Altair. His thick draconic cock spat his pleasure across the ground, a light shudder as he pressed back and aided the curious and excited female in working his entrance. With each inch he could feel her smearing the residual cum from his morning lover and his own brothers warm seed while his walls contracted and milked at her forearm.

A wet cummy slit was pressed to his snout, inhaling his brothers semen and the female's sweet nectar as he let out a gasp and growl. It was intoxicating, saturated in the mix of pheromones and raw sex that it made his mind swim while he buried his snout in her depths for more. The other girl giggled behind him, delighting in how far she could press her limb inward, stretching out his experienced tailhole with perverse slurps as his anus tugged and stretched audibly slurping as residual seed glazed and dribbled from his puffy hole. He eagerly dove his tongue into his waiting femme's sensitive lips, embracing this odd coupling Korbus was so gracious to offer as he scooped out globules of stirred spunk.

His groan of pleasure was muffled by the sweet lips kissing his own. His tongue dancing along her warn labia, tasting his brothers dense seed and soothing the female's sore lips. He was eager to scoop the slurry of sex from her puffy quim, to savour the cocktail of sex as he danced his muzzle along her entrance. She moaned with him, letting out a light gasp and purr as he gradually explored her sex.

It was honestly his first time with a female, to explore their anatomy. Her hips were fine, so supple and smooth. Her flanks so tight, demure yet powerful. Her belly was smooth, delightfully so as his claws trailed downward along her inner thighs. She was so different from a male, her scent sweet instead of the heavy earthen musk of his usual lovers.

He savoured each moment as he was teased and rewarded with her sweet feral nectar and his brother's essence. A sweet and salty bitter citrus cocktail punctuated by the dense pheromones and scents that tantalized his palette.

He lifted his leg, letting out a light moan as he carefully groomed the girl in front of him, kissing her gentle lips as she shuddered with bliss feeling such carnal tenderness. The other girl delighted in taking charge, growling playfully, yanking his tail and shoving her fist deep to milk his moans and trills as she sunk past her elbow while his insides obediently sucked and squeezed at the intruder.

"Umph~" Altair grunted, his tail easing over the other girls shoulder, happily embracing her a he pushed back, letting her violently abuse his anus and stir the wet mess of dense draconic sperm already inside of him. He clenched around her limb, feeling her pump and slurp as she strained his taut belly with the impression of her claws and welcomed her to savour his own earthy anal musk as she drew close.

He was not against this pleasure, the act likely meant to shame and degrade him in front of his brother and the girls. But as he rocked on the thick fist of one and gently cleaned another he could feel his cock throb, each press against his prostate making him shudder and growl until the girl in front of him was clean. He sucked the sweet slurry of cum from her, savouring the rich sexual flavor and texture as her body tensed, a wash of warm sticky femme spunk soaked his muzzle as she cooed in delight. He graced her soothed vent with a kiss and another soon replaced it.

He explored each sloppy quim provided, taking his time to learn how the girls liked it, memorizing the taste and scent as he kissed each sweet fold and found a hidden hood and button to suckle on the girls squealing delight.

It wasn't how he would have wanted it. But sucking his brothers cum, savouring the cocktail of feminine and masculine that teased his tongue as the girls took turns violating him and kneading his prostate was hardly something worth complaint. He lightly churred a delighted moan as he clenched around the next girl inside him, milking her limb as he poured his seed across the ground to the delight of the gathered females.

He could even feel them mounting him now, treating him like a female as they curled tails together in intimacy or used the long appendages as faux-cocks to plunge deep into his depths and make him roar in orgasmic delight. They toyed with and explored his own welcoming entrance as he treated theirs.

His legs were lifted, tail shifted as they forced him to shift position and accept their ministrations. New positions they never had the fortune to attempt with Korbus as he purred and growled pouring his fragrant seed over the ground and goading them onward with his musk.

As for Korbus, his new 'blessing' only encouraged him as the sight and degradation continued. He was relentless, while his brother was being trained as the next female, the Alpha gripped and mounted each girl he could reach. Normally he offered the girls a break, but after gaining his glorious knot how could he possibly resist stretching some nice lips around it?

He fucked female after female, roaring in pleasure in deep primal grunts as he pounded each girl's welcoming cunt. Each thrust promised new pleasure, an enhanced shaft as he spread their pussy juices like a glaze over his growing tool and sent them off to his brother for cleaning.

He reveled in watching his helpless slut brother, the pride of the Stoneblood's made into a moaning bitch wasting his seed across the ground as he sucked cum and had females mount and breed him.

He could see his cocky sibling even begin to finger them, plunging his digits into an eager female as he ate another out. He was practically one of them, listening to them share their girlish croons and moans with his own. A few daring girls even buried their snouts in his own taint to eat out his 'pussy' and whatever cum other males left in him as they sucked lungfulls of his anal musk and taste.

Yet even in the bliss Altair watched his brother claim female after female. He took note of the changes, the growths as he pleasured each girl and shared their intimacy. It took longer and longer for Korbus to find release with each female he mounted, as if the growing flesh lacked sufficient nerves to coat such a beast.

What had once been the girls left unsatisfied soon turned into the girls under him happily hiking their flanks, letting him pin them down and rut them hard and deep as he strained to cum and voiced frustration.

Each orgasm was more intense and ferocious than the next, the girls unable to handle the increasing volumes of draconic seed as it began to spray from them before they separated. A waterfall of thickened dragon semen would roll down their thighs and soil the ground in a steamy mess of potent sex that only added to the fog of pheromones.

And yet no matter how much Korbus strained, no matter how much he flaunted and admired his cock. He was gaining less and less pleasure from it with each monstrous orgasm. Each release growing in intensity but taking far more effort to climax. He stomped and snarled hearing the girls croon and cum repeatedly under him, enjoying the much longer and more intense fuck before he could ever achieve release.

It had to be exhaustion, unaccustomed to his new more incredible shaft. He heaved and continued to demand, to continue to rut until every girl was full. His balls ached, not with exertion and strain, but from the increasing volume.

Every orgasm only caused his immense testes to fill with even greater reservoirs of seed. His potency only continued to climb and as he demanded more.

Eventually there were no holes to fill, steam poured from Korbus's throat, a mix of intense pleasure and frustration as Altair rested with the girls, snuggling up to them, kissing, swapping seed and brushing muzzles. He scoffed at such feminine acts. His brother was female in everything but body.

Perhaps it was time to turn in. Much as he would want to drill more vents it was growing late. He wasn't normally one to consider the comfort of the females, but he had made enough of a mess until tomorrow.

He barked at Altair and returned to his cave, soaring through the sky with his massive shaft still hanging out, still drooling his leftover cum over the landscape as Korbus grinned mischievously and watered the plantlife with some enriched reptilian protein.

Altair was not far behind, gazing at his brother's maleness the entire trip back, inhaling the enhanced pungent musk that had only grown thicker as he improved until he could feel a fog of lustful dizziness creep along the edges of his mind. They soon reached his abode, Korbus happily entered and rested on his side with leg raised to admire himself as Altair stood at the entrance.

He heaved a bit with exhaustion, the adrenaline and euphoria of his fanatic excitement finally began to wear off as he gazed blissfully to his new trophy of a cock.

His maleness had grown by at least 50%, both in girth and length. The turgid red dick flesh throbbed with pronounced veins weaving, webbing and coiling around each other and along the bumps that had become swollen bulbs far more pronounced.

His knot was enormous, a fat muscled orb now crowned like some sort of studded mace as even deflated it seemed larger than his sheathe could easily handle. His member was slow to soften, the body heat had only grown more intense, his length prespiring and dripping with seed and sweat like a light rain under his girth while it gradually went limp under his gaze.

The flesh was more reddened and glorious than ever, a prominent scarlet glistening with his potency. Each beat of his heart wafted his thick steaming musk as his paw gingerly pressed to his engorged bulb and helped part his genital slit to coax it back into its home.

A thick paw rubbed his internal testicles, so immense and swollen now. Once only somewhat pronounced through the flesh, now they could easily be cupped and massaged. His impressive orbs had grown so firm and rotund they managed to keep his legs spread lest he suffer discomfort.

They were still so full, so hot. A light growl rolled in Korbus's throat. He wanted more release, and he wasn't one to pleasure himself. He needed to make some bitch bask in his seed and be filled by it. The very thought made him stiffen again and wince, his knot pushing back out of his sheathe with a few strings of his arousal clinging to it as he huffed a curse and shuddered.

"Enjoying the sight of a proper alpha, Brother?" Korbus sneered in frustration, his lesser sibling still at the mouth of his cave drinking him in. It was obvious what the slut wanted, though even after sucking all that cum today he would never get it from the source. But it was fun to tease.

"I.." Altair paused, sitting calmly as he sighed and stared. "Yes.." he uttered meekly, "Though...I have concerns as well."

Korbus began to run his paws along his shaft, massaging his massive drooling tool. His cock must be sore, he could hardly feel his palms against it unless he applied pressure. The veins and nubs were still sensitive, but his shaft felt almost...numb.

"What. You meant that stuttering old hag?" he sneered as Altair gave him a nod in response.

"Mmm, look at me, Brother. Look at THIS!" He growled, gripping and pumping his massive cock meat, humping against it proudly to speckle his fluids over his glorious scales and the dirt of his cave.

"THIS isn't punishment. Even you can't stop drooling over it and you at least try to keep it subtle" he jeered, unfazed by the supposed curse.

Altair gazed longingly, still holding a torch for a passion he would never experience. But his concern ran deep as well.

Whatever magic was affecting Korbus was powerful and insidious. It played into his brother's immense pride. It was a foe that couldn't be beaten by physical might or intimidation alone. The great sapphire dragon was out-matched and couldn't even see it. Let alone entertain the thought...

A dragon's sexual drive was a powerful thing. And cure or not, even Altair gazing at his brothers increasingly perverse and incredible tool left him aching for the experience. But he knew all too well it was another gibe, a tease. And moreso he needed to avoid playing into the curse. Even if his brother remained willfully ignorant, he was easy to read and predict.

"Very well, Brother" he heaved with a sigh, retaining his composure as he made no secret of his voyeuristic gaze, drinking in the powerfully masculine form of his sibling. He turned to leave, to retire for the night before a deep snarled rumbled from the cave.

"I did not give you permission to leave" Korbus huffed and pleasured himself, the wet slaps of his paws against his maleness, the light squishes and drips of cum and fluid as he milked himself and growled huskily to his sibling.

It was tempting to cum, to make Altair watch Korbus's mighty release one more time. But with the growing size of his orgasms he would just flood his cave and stink of cum. He would never degrade himself like that.

Altair sat back, obediently watching his brother masturbate as his paw found his own member, gingerly running along his slender tool as his length jumped from the touch.

"Korbus" he heaved, casually masturbating alongside his great brother. "I will press this again, for all of *umph* us..." he began, trying to press the point through his brother's indomitable pride.

"Mmm, you're dismissed" the alpha chimed apathetically, finally prying his paws from his tool, praying it would soften by morning as Altair shook his head, releasing his own member and took flight into the night.

Korbus laid himself back in the dirt, the smooth padded ground of his cave. He was rather hungry, but that hunger was overshadowed by a much more visceral need. He could worry about both in the morning. A welcoming darkness filled his vision as he soon dreamt of what perverse enjoyment awaited him tomorrow.

But as the alpha rests the females gossip.

~~~~~

The girls relaxed in the central chamber of their dens. A large and open structure existing as the first line of defense in case of an intruder. It was a place the girls would come to talk and groom in the evening and educate their young in the mornings.

Denmother Tyrah, a gorgeous ruby dragoness and largest of the adult females rested atop a slightly elevated outcropping of stone within their communal home. She carried authority in the clan second only to the reigning alpha. It was her responsibility to ensure the females and young remained healthy and to approach the alpha with any concerns or demands.

The girls happily discussed the events of today, a few grooming one another, polishing their scales or fashioning some foliage into floral décor.

"So what's going on with Korbus's dick?" chimed one. "I know, my legs are still a bit numb" another sighed and swayed her tail with delight.

"I guess that witch made him a decent lay? He finally has some staying power" someone giggled.

"Speaking of. What about Altair~?"

"Ooh yes, that was fun. I never thought he would have liked us just drilling his ass like that".

"I was thinking about how well he was eating me out. Mmm, even you girls don't groom THAT thoroughly~" she teased to the scoffs and giggles of the others.

"Well he's a lot more tender-", "And handsome!" interrupted one.

"True, he's such a sweetheart. And he's pretty huge compared to the rest of the guys. But is he alpha material?"

"Kind of felt like we were having some fun with another one of the girls" one sighed and smirked. "But if he's as tender with his cock as that tongue~" she hissed with perverse delight to the nods and blushes of the females gathered.

There was a light gust of wind that blew into the cave, a scent in the air and presence at its entrance as Tyrah stood defensively. The very subject of their conversation stood at the entrance, bowing his head in respect to the current denmother.

"Good evening, girls. Might I come in?" he asked calmly, retaining his cordial nature as he watched Tyrah relax back into her position. Light whispers and gasps filtered through the cave before the ruby empress's paw raised upward to silence them.

"You know you could get into a lot of trouble with your brother if you are caught here, Altair" she stated calmly. He responded with an affirmative nod, retaining his respect and making no headway into the cave until she beckoned him forward with a pointed claw.

"I'm aware of the risks I take, Tyrah" he added calmly, walking to the collected girls and resting amongst them to a collective of purrs and smiling giggles.

"We need to discuss my brother's attitude towards this curse..."

Korbus groaned as he awoke. His rest was uneasy, unaccustomed to having his balls so full, so plump and in need of emptying. What dreams he had kept him hopelessly stiff and aroused, of all the eager females he could seed as they present their vents to wink and drool. Altair was among them, but as a proper female, her supple lips so plump and swollen, finally ready to accept she was the lesser sibling and give herself to him entirely while thanking the Crone for making Korbus the perfect alpha and she the perfect bitch.

The floor of his cave had darkened with the constant dribble of his arousal and smatterings of residual cum. He grumbled lightly, rubbing himself as he murred and stretched, enjoying the intense pleasure as he pawed and squeezed. Perhaps he should piss-off the crone again just to make that fantasy a reality~?

He was rough, not even thinking as to how aggressive he was to coax said pleasure as he squeezed and pawed at his engorged shaft. He milked out a small flow of more of his steamy pre cum, heavy globules of thick syrupy arousal collecting and beading within his flare. His length was sticky with last nights rut and constant lust. He wasn't normally such a mess, but it was difficult not to enjoy himself.

Rolling to his back he watched his mammoth cock towering over him, casting his own body in the shadow of the morning sun as he smirked and chimed "Morning, handsome" before rubbing a digit along his drooling urethra and even sliding in with a squelch of seed.

"Man, who WOULDN'T fuck me now? Hell, I would fuck me!" he rumbled with pride.

His admiration and self worship would have continued were it not for the fact his empty stomach pulled tight and growled forcing him to wince.

He rolled onto all fours once more, stretching as joints popped under his gratuitous muscle. He rolled his shoulders and sauntered outside to bask in the morning sun. The heat bathed his scales as he sucked in the moist morning air and scent of lingering dew mingling with his overpowering musk. His hunger was intense and he soon found himself headed towards the clans hunting grounds.

The hunters were rotated each day, obligated to bring their kills to a large open glade. Females, young and the Alpha were permitted to dine first on what was provided. Others, the elderly or infirm would wait their turn to eat. Those not in rotation were more than welcome to contribute to the clan for recognition or to simply hunt for themselves.

Korbus made his way awkwardly to the grounds, digging his fangs into a fine buck set near a ceremonial marker as he effortlessly tore flesh and bone. The marker was a set of ceremonial stones carved and placed around the perimeter in emulation of constellations.

His kind were not strangers to craftsmanship, their great strength and powerful claws allowed them some measure of cultural décor even if to some it would look barbaric or primitive.

A few hunters and females had gathered as he fed, their eyes upon him as he focused on his hunger and knew well what drew their attention. Even as he fed he proudly spread his haunches, letting his clan see the glory of his maleness hanging out and glistening with his copious fluids. The hunters were witness to a true male and the proud sceptre that made Korbus alpha.

Thankfully focusing on one hunger temporarily subdued the other. His maleness could finally retract, and yet he strained. He could feel his immense length sliding in, softening as he shuddered when the knot slurped back into him. He was beginning to feel full down there. There wasn't enough room in his sleeve to properly sheathe his enhanced tool, and even retracted the thick flare hung out in an embarrassing mockery of a winking female vent.

It was uncomfortable and a needless distraction while his rapacious hunger left little of the animal in minutes. He shattered bone like wood, picking his fang with the antlers before dining on them as well and grabbing for another.

The hunger was much greater than usual, unnatural. Little doubt the result of all the energy he had spent yesterday and all the precious seed he had been producing for his harem. And those eyes, they were exciting him. Not just the females, but all the males staring with envy.

He hurredly slid a claw back, grunting as he literally stuffed his monstrous cock back into his slit, straining with a muffled groan before feeling the lips of his slit close around a constantly dripping bulge.

He snarled and huffed. If that Crone bitch thought having his cock out 24/7 was punishment, she was wrong. Still, it was uncomfortable, he was unable to stop drooling pre and oily lubricants that soaked his crotch and rolled down his thighs. But it was something he could worry about later, maybe just take a female home with him each night to be a good dick sleeve.

And the thought of the girls once again made him shudder. "Nguh.." he huffed with a grunt, feeling his slit fail to contain his tool as it stiffened once more. It slid out with a loud wet slurp, a light wash of fluids splattering below him. His floppy cock hung out, throbbing as it grew rigid and made a mess under his frustrated gaze.

"Whatever" he snarled, smoke puffing from his nostrils, "One more buck and I've eaten plenty." His thoughts focused on minimal maintenance before It was time to train the females and Altair once more.

With an agitated grumble Korbus took wing, flying back to the female dens and letting out a loud bellowing call for Altair that rocked the treetops. "Let's see how the Crone likes that~" he chuckled to himself, almost eager to anger her again and see if he could barter for a sister bitch to pack full of his clutch and wear as his personal sleeve at night.

Once again he landed with all the grace of a meteor to make his presence known.

The girls began to filter out, seemingly more excited than normal. The mess of his cum was still soiling the area from his increasing production, the girls still smelling of his potent mark as he trilled lustfully.

"Brother!" Altair soon called out, landing beside him. "You should rethink this. Surely even your pride can see how perilous this curse has become!" barking with some concern and what Korbus could only see in his mind as hopeless jealousy.

Perhaps it was the difficult sleep or perpetual arousal. But his tempter was much too short for more defiance from his indignant sibling.

The back of his great paw struck forcefully against Altair's midsection. The young dragon let out a grunt, stumbling slightly from the shock of the blow but otherwise unharmed. It was little more than a shove, a light swat to move a bothersome animal or bug from his path. Though it would have at least thrown a common dragon to the ground. He could give his brother that.

The blow did stir some regret in him. But Altair knew better than to question the leader of their clan, sibling or not. Besides, the younger dragon was getting stronger each day. That was little more than a love tap. Despite their behavior towards one-another he did love his brother deeply in his own way.

"Quiet, whelp. This supposed 'curse' is only cementing my position of alpha. Are you so envious or just devoid of hope?" he barked teasingly. It was clear his younger sibling was either concerned for the loss of any chance he had to become the leader of the clan. Or envious of the females that were able to submit and be bred by him.

"If you truly pine for my seed so badly go beg the Crone to make you female. You look enough like one already" he mocked. Though, the repeated thought of seeding Altiar did appeal to him. The best traits from the pair would make for truly superior offspring and leave no one to ever question him again.

Better yet his species was all but immune to the consequences of inbreeding. Their genetic variance even in close siblings meant the inbreeding would have to be extreme and stretched over a dozen generations for it to actually matter.

The perverse thought of flooding his 'sister' with his clutch aided his shaft in reaching its full monstrous girth once more. "Mrrh, fuck. Sit aside and watch, brother. You can be the cum-sucking beta once more today" he ordered as Altiar flicked his tail with frustration and concern.

He cast a gaze to the girls, the females seeming to regard him and nod before approaching and submitting to Korbus once more. Korbus gripped the flanks of a brass beauty immediately, perhaps to assuage his incestuous fantasy or just her luck.

He rammed his immense flared shaft into her warm straining vent. She yelped and moaned with delight, rapidly adjusting to his girth as she groaned and relaxed while he audibly slurped in. Their sex was raw and passionate, Korbus towered over her, the girl panting and gasping in his shadow as his immense tool dug out her cunt and flooded her with a mix of their fragrant juices.

She squealed and giggled, light gasps and hisses as she came around him again and again. Her sweet draconic nectar bathed his shaft and crotch, running down her legs as he stretched out her tolerant draconic cunt in a lewd chorus. It was a good thing the females were so...elastic~

Korbus showed her no quarter, the hot humid sex filling the area as he grunted and huffed, growling and snarling as he squeezed her midriff and slammed her down again and again on his monstrous tool wicking pre seed and lust.

It looked as though he'd fuck her into the dirt before he finally came after her third orgasm.

"HrrRgh rraagh!" His body strained, tensing as he rammed into her womb, wearing her ovaries like a necklace as his shaft expanded and pulsed. He poured gallons of his hyper-virile seed deep into her welcoming eggmaker. Each ripple and pump forced a visible flood of his molten sperm into her waiting womb, packing her insides with his voluminous emission until her flattened belly rapidly swelled to a gorgeous and gravid sphere as though she were already coming to term with his clutch.

There was no doubt a few of the girls were coming into season just now, Korbus could only imagine the cocks his young would be packing while he groaned and strained overfilling her with the mess of steaming seed.

He slid himself out, his knot loudly squelching as the girl quaked and whimpered under him as her body was stretched to its limits and left gaping. A thick messy stream of seed rained down from between her thighs as he disengaged. Leaving the to stumble away trembling in the throes of orgasm as semen loudly splattered behind her in a snail trail of sex.

As the great draconic shaft escaped her this time, Altair observed his brother's cock, how it had expanded inside his last conquest and even steamed with each ripple of flesh as blood filled new veins along his newfound girth. He observed how the pronounced bumps had swollen and twisted, stretching out into inches-long spurs of soft rubbery flesh.

They replaced every bump, throbbing and wobbling as they were stimulated, smearing his cum and pulling it into steamy ropes or collecting it in the creases of his shaft and guiding the seed down to the ringed crown of thorns at the base of his knot.

"HrrGH!" Korbus grunted, feeling his testicles swell once more. A deep groan rumbled from his throat, his leg lifted in desperation as an audible churn rung through the clearing. His cock spat angrily, pouring ropes and streams of his reeking seed before seeming to calm down and simply throb and visibly ripple with the beat of the great dragons heart.

"ff-FUCK!" he snarled, his breath heavy as he bore his fangs and clawed at the stony dirt. A trickle of musky fluids dribbled from his slit, flowing down his crotch and dripping into the mud.

His insides churned again, great strain in his expression, bordering on a whimper as he groaned with each new ripple forcing his flanks to thrust and pump in reflex. A wet squelch and second trickle of the warm steaming fluid escaped his throbbing genital slit, one of his increasingly massive testicles visibly moved forward to everyone's shock.

The first enormous bulge soon pressed to his base, the dragon straining as his slit was stretched wider than anything the girls had taken. He roared with discomfort, each flex forcing him to stress and sweat as he stifled a howl of intensifying warmth and pain.

Finally, a loud wet slurp followed his light heaving wheeze and gasp. His eyes were wide as a sudden intense coolness and overwhelming relief replaced the former sensations. An enormous swollen orb in a sack dripping with fluids managed to force its way out, a glistening silver-blue scaley sack while the second pressed again to the back of his sheathe and forced out the rest of his trapped musky fluids while the scrotum slowly slid out and glistened perversely in the cool morning sun.

It hurt, not as much but still intense as each throb forced it to strain an inch as if he was trying to lay a clutch. Korbus could only hiss and snarl, pleading for the pressure to release as the second plump nut violated his precious sheathe and slid out with as wet squelch to hang and swing with its twin.

Korbus hung his head, trembling with ragged breath as he looked to his exposed jewels, steaming in the cool morning air and dripping with thick sticky fluids. He gasped and growled feeling a fresh rush of hormones coursing through his system. He was exposed like a beast in rut, and it felt amazing to relish such intense pressure~

The testicles of most dragons were normally internal. A little known fact outside their kind was in times of rut or extreme arousal their testicles would swell and slide out, slurping past the genital slit to hang in a protective scaley sack not unlike mammals.

When exposed, the males testicles would heat and excessively excrete a mix of pungent sweat and oils, the purpose of such a dense and smothering musk being for them to waft their readiness to mate, to grind their plump sacks into anything and everything they could to spread their mark around their territory and into any mates or rivals. Their sacks in such a state were incredibly sensitive, the lightest brush could make a lustful male moan and coo or growl and dribble cum with delight.

It left the males compelled to grind anything and everything against their maleness in a euphoric and mindlessly aroused blissful need to mark everything with their scent. To smother any lucky creature, male/female dragon or not with their powerful and intoxicating musk until they were submissive and desperate to be used.

With the great clans nowadays such a thing was rather rare. Males tended to each other's needs and the alpha was cared for by the females. This normally prevented any sort of buildup of seed or hormones that would send a male into such a frenzy.

Normally.

Everyone stood in shock at the phenomenon, silent with wonder and concern at the rare and deliciously perverse sight. He immediately gripped the next female, growling into the frills that functioned as her ears before slathering her underside in his stirred semen. "Get your faces into my sack. It needs cleaning and affection" he ordered the others. Calling for them to bury their snouts in his oily scrote, forcing them to suck his pheromones and lick his sensitive orbs to push him to new heights of pleasure as he smothered them in his densely masculine scent until they fell into heat.

His seed had grown much thicker than before, already his arousal had condensed into an cloying gel that clung in ropes to anything it touched or smeared. The scales of his fresh catch glistened from the perverse polish as his immense flare kissed at her flanks and pushed the limits of her capacity before the sheer pressure he applied granted him entry to her whimpering lustful moans and protest.

It was a simple grunt, a loud wet slurp and squelch. She yowled and groaned, trembling as the others watched him take her, watched him give into his brutish lust and growing frustration once more as he rocked her on his draconic pride and explored her trembling body.

It took him over an hour to finally flood her with his volcanic seed. An hour of aggressive thrusting and cursing, of snarling and moaning while the clan lapped at his swollen scrotum, nuzzling and caressing his maleness and exposed cock before he plugged her with his knot and roared to the heavens. His balls were so hopelessly sensitive, it felt amazing to have his sluts cleaning them, worshipping and submitting as they drooled from the overpowering scent. But it was never enough, only to push him over the edge, only to coax him to rut harder seeking release.

He could never cum from that alone. No male dragon could, but it was a rare pleasure few of them knew to have their jewels so intimately worshipped regardless.

Altair watch the current girl visibly swelling with his brother's shaft, she trilled and cooed, her eyes distant from the relentless pleasure once she had adjusted and begun to experience orgasm after orgasm. Her legs soon lifted from the ground as she kicked the air and screamed in pleasure feeling him force her down the rest of his length, letting her feel his maleness ripple and swell once more before the potent jellied sperm erupted inside her.

The shape of Korbus's mutating cock was perfectly defined in her midsection, Altair and the others watching in real time as the first wads of seed stretched her insides and blasted into her womb. The girls were running out of room, just to accommodate such a freakish ram of cock, let alone the gallons of hyper-dense semen that would no doubt saturate their eggs.

The same events unfolded as the day before, the flare grew more perverse and spurs ever larger. Korbus mindlessly rutted, asserting his authority and pulling back to encourage the girls to lap at his sweating package. He needed them to suck and lick it clean, to excite him before he gripped the next girl in line and used his immense strength to power to the next orgasm.

He became wholly focused on his pleasure and nothing else. The girls far too occupied drowning themselves in his pheromones and heady musk to violate and tease Altair like yesterday. And each accursed and explosive orgasm took longer and longer. 1 hour, 1 ½ hours, 2 hours.

His frustration and exertion could only grow.

Each subsequent partner was treated more roughly, his cock growing so perverse and enormous that the girls began to express distress and pain. But he couldn't stop. Smothering them in his junk and having them worshipfully suck him clean until they came from the pheromones alone wasn't enough anymore.

He began to grab for any prospective dick sleeve he could, ordering them to suck and lick before he speared their throats and made them gag and whimper or stretched them around his girth as they struggled and strained.

His claws gripped at Altair's tail, pulling the male towards him as he yelped and blushed leaving claw marks in the turf. His shouts almost didn't reach Korbus's lust-addled ears in time, his great flare already kissing at his sibling's entrance, the rim parting his anus slightly as his tail flicked and squeezed at his brother's great limb. To Altair it was tempting to simply let it happen, but the curse and fallout would be too great.

Korbus flinched, pushing Altair back as the brass dragon elegantly rolled back to his feet and blushed gazing at the sight of his accursed brother. The shock of the close-call and gay incest seemed to aid Korbus in shaking off his lustful delirium if only so that his insurmountable pride could replace it.

He finally looked about, heaving pants of need and glowering as he observed the damage, the swamp of cum and sex he had reduced the glade to. Nearly all of the females were thoroughly rutted and sore. Those who remained would not approach his immense aberration of a cock nearly towering over even him.

The dens reeked of his cum, of the mixed pungent scent of Korbus's musk pouring from his engorged and cumbersome sack alongside the excess of female nectar and soft heat. His own scent continued to waft and smother, coating and choking everything in the overpowering reek of cum and a humid sweat until it stained the rock itself.

"W-why have you whores stopped?" Korbus huffed, resting on his flanks as his shaft spat thickened globs of seed.

The group seemed to step back, standing behind Tyrah as her gaping pussy drooled a jellied stream of Korbus's semen. She was the last girl able to handle what he had become, her body was gravid and sore. There was no doubt he had put his mutant clutch in her, the seed would linger as long as it needed to take.

"Korbus. You need to stop. That thing is going to tear us open soon. None of the girls can handle it" she shouted, her pose protective and threatening.

"Then you'd best adjust" Korbus growled in turn, the lust still coursing through him, hampering his sane mind. To him now in his lust-addled state, no girl, no male, nothing should have any right to resist him. His adrenaline and testosterone surged with each churn and flex of his immense steamy orbs.

"No, brother. You need to stop this" a calm voice came, Altair walking to the girls standing in front of them protectively. "I've tried to warn you, we all did. That curse is affecting your mind alongside your body" he sighed and stood firm. "You've gone too far. You're too drunk on pride and status to see what's becoming of you".

"You're bold to stand in my way, Whelp" Korbus snarled, standing on all fours and moving forward with some awkwardness from his engorged package.

Already he was thinking of increasingly perverse ways to punish his brother, and perhaps the girls. Raw aggression was long gone, now it was saturated in an intoxicating lust that pushed the boundaries of even what he may have been originally willing. The hormones and rut ran rampant through Korbus's system. Even the 'disgusting' thought or forcing his brother to the ground and making him into a female seemed increasingly ideal. At the very least he could make a spectacle, perhaps have all the males run a train on him as Korbus pinned Altair's head under his perfect sack~?

He was going to put his brother in his place, finally show him the pecking order for his constant back talk and now interfering with his duty and pleasure.

What he hadn't expected was not just Altair to take an offensive pose, but all the girls. More than a dozen dragons reared to attack if he moved foolishly.

The shock was visible, enough to force some modicum of clarity into the great sapphire beast's lustful mind.

"What is the meaning of this!? Treachery?" Korbus hissed. "Disobeying your alpha? The LEADER of your clan? You think my limp-dicked faggot of a brother can do better??" his voice increasingly aggravated.

"Enough, Korbus. Find the Crone and apologize" Altair shouted, an order and threat, standing openly against his brother and even stepping forward to emphasize the weight of it. It was a bold move. A challenge. One that could have him outright exiled under normal circumstances.

"You're obviously not going to stop. You can't see the forest through the trees" Altair scowled. "I'm not betraying you. I'm saving the clan from your arrogance"

To see all of the girls ready to attack, Altair standing to lead them beside Tyrah. It was a sobering sight, opposition like Korbus had never seen before. A force that could potentially stop him, if barely, let alone the fact the clan would never accept him attacking the females!

Whatever honeyed words Altair had given them seemed to be enough for them to turn for now. For once the great Alpha was left with little choice, even with his rampant arousal, the frustration, sweat and atmosphere of sex he could see his options clearly.

"...Fine" Korbus huffed and glared. "I need to find someone who can actually please me anyway. I'll look for a proper female in the valley and while doing so search for the Crone and sort her out" he scowled and began to step towards the woods bordering the glade with great swaying steps to compensate for his enormous pendulous balls.

A collective sigh could be heard as the girls seemed to lose some of their nerve, the tension visible while Altair lead the charge.

Korbus spoke no more words, though he boiled inside with arousal and rage he would not demean himself with those sluts further. He hissed coldly as he made his way into the brush to find some relief.

For now. Dragon, human, beast, any female would do so long as he broke them in.

And when he found the Crone, not only would he have her undo this curse. He would have her turn Altair into the most fertile bitch in the land.