Unexpected love: Broken mirror

Why was her brother so insufferable? All she wanted was a good time, and now, she did not even get the toys that she wanted. She growled and blew some smoke from maw, allowing it to roll past her body. Her evening air was cold, and the warm smoke made a pleasant shiver among her scales.

Couldn't he see how she was happy with this? He could make her even more satisfied. Did that not count? Did he not care about her? She presented herself to him. If he only accepted her invitation, he could be happy. SHE could be satisfied. Her dad was great and all but the way to processive of her. Now her brother? He was someone she could spend longer with, take care of her egg and heat. That would be forever so lovely.

"by the ancient you stubborn dragon, you would not accept me? Do you even realise what a dragon in heat is?" She growled more to herself. The trough, not all was lost, thinking about how she reacted to everything. At first, it seemed like he was stone. Though she got an excellent reaction out of him, she could still get to him. Even the anger he showed was a sign that he cared about her. If only she could use that frustration in a more sexual context, he would be an awesome rough top, she knew it. Getting a little wet at the idea of her brother dominating her and pleasuring her.

She allowed herself to fall down the corridors of the evening sky, slowly lowering to the hotel room she and her dad rented. She made her plans in the hotel room, though her brother got in the way, of course. Not that she minded. Right now, she had her father all to herself, pounding her whenever she spread her legs. Being the father of her first clutch in her second heat. Of course, that was an honour her brother could no longer claim, but that was his fault for not being around more often. If he only came when she called him last summer, he would take her first heat. She had all the plans laid out. Not that she minded her dad, he just did not meet all the criteria to be her alpha.

She always gotten those weird glanced when she entered the hotel. They knew that she had hot sexual encounters. She reeked after her father each morning. Even now, if she smelled herself carefully, she could smell her father's scent on her scales. Maybe that was her brother's problem. He did not like the smell. Well, if that was the care, he should get that fixed to make her happy.

Making her way through the hotel room, she opened the door to their hotel room. Similarly, she was hit with the smell of sex. It did not matter how many times the chamber mates cleaned the room. The scent was always there. She took pride in knowing she claimed the space as hers in any way possible. Perhaps some of the maids got horny from the scent. Maybe one would be willing to play with her in a cupboard.

"Evening, love", her father greeted her. He was sitting on the bed watching television while drinking a beer.

"Daddy!" she squeaked happily and closed the door behind herself, locking the deadbolt with a slight twist of a leaver.

"And did you find the toys you wanted" He gave her a smirk? He looked like a mirror image of Arbok, only older and having black wings instead of the green wings he carried.

"I am sorry, daddy, I did not manage to get them. Trough I did manage to almost get my big brother," she leaned against the wall sensual at the words big brother. Enjoying how it made her father jealous.

"You do remember that you are mine, right!?" He called out, putting his beer down and walking to her with a growl. Sniffing the air to see if his son laid claim on his lover, his mate.

"Oh, he couldn't mate a dragoness in heat if she was stuffing her crotch into his face", she giggled. "Such a shame", she added. Seeing her fathers' reaction, she continued to tease him. "Oh, my daddy is jealous? Afraid his son will claim me? Afraid Arbok is more a dragon than he is," she continued to tease him, enjoying the frustration that was visible on his face.

Within two deep breaths, she could feel her body forced against the wall. Her father's claws ripped her laced string to shreds before pushing her up again the wall. His cock penetrated her unprotected slit roughly. She howled in pleasure as her father roughly penetrated her, showing her who is the alpha.

She smiled at her father and happily moaned out. She enjoyed where she was. She was precisely where she wanted to be. Fucked when she wanted to be, fucked over and over again until she was sated.

Pushing back against her father's trusts, she quickly could feel his peak rising. Honestly, she needed that second lover. She hated the downtimes between rough sex. When her father filled her up with the heavenly hot feeling of dragon seed, he pulled out and dropping her to the ground. Leaving her leaking source on the floor while she picked herself up.

When her father laid back onto the bed, she sat on top of him and pushed her messy snatch against his muzzle. Letting him eat her out until she roared into a loud climax. It was all over within ten minutes, getting at least the edge of her sexual frustrations.

"So why haven't you gotten the toys."

"oh, would you believe it? I offer myself to brother, a sight no dragon could resist, and he got angry! Destroyed my door and spit acid! I mean, by the ancients, is he gay or something?" She laughed, but her father gave a soft smile.

"So he attacked you?"

"Well, you can say so."

Within seconds her father had taken his phone and started to write down a long text. "Honestly, this is great," he said. "Be ready to have a date with Mayr. She will not be able to refuse this offer."

"Why that, daddy?" "Dammit, soon I have to share, daddy, can't he understand that he is mine now! Who carries his child? Not mother! Me. His focus should be on me."

"Because else her precious boy will go to prison for assault," He said with a smirk on his face, a devilish one at that.

"But we can't be together when he goes to prison", She protested internally. "I have got to stop him if he wants to do this"

"Daddy, just give mom some time. I am sure that she will eventually warm up to this."

"With that brother of yours around? Honey, you gotta realise that your brother is not open like that. He will spoil my plans!"

"And what about my plans!?" she complained. "We are egg mates for a reason. He is born to be my mate."

Before she knew it, she was pinned down onto the bed with her fathers' claws around her throat.

"Was it time for round two?" She mussed to herself, trying to tease her father more. She discovered that she was unable to speak, unable to breathe. His claws tightened around her throat until her vision started to blur.

"Listen to me, you are my daughter, my mate and carry my egg. You are mine and mine alone. Others will just abuse you, but with father dear, you can rest easy. Just don't betray your father. He knows best."

Suddenly the pressure was released, allowing her to get a much-needed gasp of chilled air. For some reason, the grasp around her neck did not hurt. However, her father instructed her to get cleaned up. In the mirror, she saw her red blood flowing from three holes in her neck where her fathers' claws had been. Slowly she leaned the wounds, tracing her claws around the edges. This was the first time she was injured like that in a long time.

She had to struggle to remember the last time she saw her own blood, it was somewhere where she was six, she was playing, and suddenly she heard a scream from her mother. She tried to run towards her but could not move. Only when she looked down, she could see her leg was stuck in a bear trap. She remembered with was quite the bruhaha back in town, a careless hunter leaving snags in the forest and a child getting gravely injured. Her leg healed up alright. Sometimes when she was tired, she fell down, unable to put weight on it, but it did not hurt.

"Why people always worry about pain?" she thought to herself while patching up the three holes in her scales. She hoped it would heal soon enough, not wanting her brother to see the marks on her scales.

"it's not like it's a real emotion." Her hands suddenly stopped moving. "What is a real emotion?" She wondered and thought of herself.

"Well, you have anger, pain, sorrow, love..." pausing again, her thoughts slowed down. "How love is a nice emotion trough, having someone who belongs to you, who is yours. Who does everything you want." Looking back into the mirror, watching herself. Since when her eyes became so fallen back? She could count her ribs too. That was strange. She was muscled, right? She was the pinnacle of strength, even being able to best her brother but this body. This body was not hers. It was frail, soft and could break easily. She should have been able to get her father from her body and pin him down herself.

_"When did I last eat?"_She wondered to herself. The last weeks have been a haze of sex and drugs. Her father provided her with everything she needed, and she only had to lay back and enjoy the time as he runted a child into her womb. Now she did not even know if she was able to carry the child to terms.

Slowly she traced her claw along her ribs. Counting them. "Dad", she called out, "I am going to get some food. Do you want something?"

"Already had pizza", he called back. She growled softly with the answer. "Of course you did."

She quickly cleaned herself with a cloth, just to get the juices from her crotch, nothing more. She did not care for the scent she wore. She could eat in the restaurant. That way, she could charge it to the room and daddy would pay for it or venture out maybe hook someone up.

Perhaps she could persuade her brother to join him? Spending quality time with his sister. With a saw of her hips, she walked out of the hotel room and opened her phone.

"Heyy, brother!" she called out when he finally answered the phone.

"What do you want now?" her brother's voice was brisk and cold against showing no emotion.

"Ohh, I thought maybe we could grab lunch together, you know, just the two of us." She expected some reaction, yet instead of a reply, the line went dead. "well, that is awfully rude, wasn't it?"

She tried to call again but no luck, straight to voicemail, then again and the same. She shook her head. How could he do this to her? He was her brother and should take care of her. Disappointed, she walked towards the hotel's own restaurant and ordered her food.

She ate in silence, feeling watched at by the hotel's staff. Indeed her adventures with her father haven't gone unnoticed by them, but why do they have to stare? What she is doing was perfectly natural. Even her doctor doesn't judge her...or did he?

She wanted not to think of her upcoming visit. She would no doubt get scolded again for drinking alcohol while she was with an egg, but honestly, what could the worst thing be? She only drank a glass of wine with dinner and then after sex. It made her feel special, and wasn't that important?

Huffingly, she stroked over her belly, feeling the lump under her scales. Easily concealed by her clothes unless she wore something form-fitting to seduce some dragon. Through now, she could just hike her tail at her father and receive a good pounding. she felt sad; the thrill of seduction was gone. Back last summer, it all started. She got a real rush of seducing her father after playing around with her father even when her mother was home. That fear of being caught was driving everything to new stakes.

But now? Her mother knowing everything, and her brother no longer speaking to her. It all felt mundane. "Is this how marriage feels like? No excitement? Is that why dad wanted me? If so, why then he wants his mother back? Can't he see I am so much more thrilling?"

Alone in her thoughts of her father and family, she finished the dinner. Not paying attention to the waiter, she simply charged it to her father's room. Daddy wanted this, so he had to pay for all if he wanted to keep her. After all, a dragon had to provide for his mate.

Back in the room, her father was already sleeping. She could not resist the temptation to climb over her father and sit on his snatch, grinding her wet slit against his member. Mating him within his sleep. Yes, she would get every ounce out of her father for so long he was still healthy enough to breed her. He was marked with her scent; he was hers.