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Triti let out a high-pitched, needy whimper, instinctively clutching at Fernier's curvy body as her orgasm shot through her in wet, quivering pulses of pleasure as the worgen's tongue brought her over the edge. Fernier's muzzle was buried between her legs, nose pressed almost into her, that broad lupine tongue eagerly lapping over her soaked folds, hungrily swiping up every drop of the dragon's lust. Triti couldn't focus in the throes of her orgasm, her thoughts drowned out by fireworks of pleasure, barely able to keep her own scaly mouth against her lover's sex in turn, but Fernier didn't much mind. More than anything, she enjoyed feeling the smaller dragoness' climax against her tongue. It brought a much deeper satisfaction than an orgasm of her own would've - though they weren't unwelcome - and the reward of having the dragon's wetness gush into her mouth was already plenty. Not to mention how Triti's body pressed against her squishy belly, letting her feel every pleasured quiver and moan.

Knowing that the dragon tended to lose control at that moment of climax, Fernier certainly wasn't expecting her to suddenly wrest that control back the instant her orgasm ebbed, slipping a couple of digits inside her and curling them. By now, the dragon knew all of her lover's weak spots. Including that magical spot inside her, that particularly sensitive bundle of nerves that always drove her wild. Her fingers pedalled against it, luxuriating in the way she felt Fernier instantly start to squirm, the worgen's heated breath puffing against her soaked, suddenly very sensitive sex. There was no way Triti would let the worgen off without getting her off, in turn. It was only fair.

It didn't take long. They'd already been worked up before arriving at the tavern, enough so that they'd barely been able to contain themselves for long enough to even get inside. Once inside, they'd quickly shed their adventuring gear and now, here they were, with Triti rubbing Fernier's belly just the way the worgen liked - really, despite her maternal attitude, she was just a big puppy when it came to bellyrubs - and bringing her closer, closer yet, and then over that shivering edge of release.

Fernier let out a bark, almost sounding surprised when her orgasm hit, and dutifully, her body clenched down around Triti's fingers as she moaned and squirmed in pleasure, legs kicking and hips bucking against the dragoness' touch, as if trying to prolong that beautiful moment of ecstasy, of each jolt of pleasure as it surged through her. It never seemed to end, the dragoness knowing exactly how to strum her plush body like an instrument, prolonging her pleasure with each cunning little flick of her tongue and twist of her fingers, until Fernier was halfway sore and utterly drained, her tongue limply hanging from the corner of her mouth as she basked in the afterglow.

That was their first agreed-upon, mutual reward. A bit of a celebratory orgasm for another quest completed, another adventure successfully finished. For a moment, they only laid there, the dragon using the softer, bigger worgen as a warm, makeshift bed and pillow both, soaking in the fuzzy, thrumming afterglow. Their room in the inn was chilly, though, and soon that wetness that'd felt so very hot only moments before began to feel uncomfortably cold.

"...better get dressed, I think. Cleaned up, too. As much as I love smelling like you," Triti huffed, her breathing slowly stabilizing as she recovered from that intense moment of passion.

"Oh, oh yeah, yes," Fernier replied, her voice hoarse from moaning too loudly. "Yes. Probably a good idea. If you've still got the energy to hit the bar, anyway," she added with a soft churr.

"Sure do. Just let me get up, and..." the dragon grinned. As much fun as simply enjoying orgasm after orgasm together was, they had a plan, and Triti always saw plans through. Especially this kind of plan. She was going to sample every flavour of mead the tavern had to offer, or at least, as many as she could while still able to walk. After all, a good adventure deserved a good reward, or _several_good rewards.

Some part of her just wanted to nap on the worgen's belly. It was so perfectly soft, warm, and comfortable. Like a bed made of heaven. Slowly, though, Triti forced herself to roll off the panting worgen, and then off the side off the bed, grabbing a towel to wipe most of her own excitement off.

Fernier followed suit. It wasn't that she minded smelling like the adorable dragoness, but such scents might draw a little too much attention at the bar. She didn't mind that either, but Triti seemed so excited to enjoy their finest selection of meads, and right now, having just gotten paid, they could afford it.

Slowly, the both of them got dressed and cleaned up. Triti shivered, realizing just how cold the room was without the flames of passion heating it up. Her clothing felt almost icy against her. Hopefully, the main room was a little warmer. She seemed to recall a crackling fireplace, though her attention had mostly been on her adventuring partner on the way in.

Downstairs, the tavern was a blur of activity. Quite a few adventurers of various stripes had gathered, some planning their next course of action, others celebrating, and yet more of them clearly looking for something else entirely. Triti could practically feel a few masculine gazes on her as she made her way down the stairs. Pleasant enough, but not what she was after right at this moment.

"Mead, please. I'd like a whole bunch of it," she grinned at the bartender - an older tiger, looking oddly out of place among all the wolves and reptiles - and dropped a couple of shiny golden coins on the bar. "The best stuff you've got, actually! Especially if you have any with peaches. I love that stuff."

God, she always got so talkative after a good orgasm. And she was about to get more so working up a nice buzz. Fernier sat down next to her, the stool creaking but managing to hold, and simply ordered "whatever the dragon's having".

The tiger did, indeed, have peach-mead, and the first sip was a perfect blend of ripe peaches, the flavour so well preserved in the honeyed liquor that it almost tasted like eating a fresh peach right off the tree. It was heavenly. The second sip was, too. In fact, it never stopped being heavenly, and soon enough Triti was feeling the warmth of the alcohol starting to relax her, gently guiding her into that happy state where she didn't worry too much about tomorrow's troubles.

Fernier followed Triti's pace, though she needed a bit more before she'd start feeling it. As such, she noticed the door to the tavern opening, announced by a creak and a gust of cold air. A naga slithered in, chilled and stiff, and looking more than a little bothered by it.

She rapped her knuckles against the door. "Would anyone want to earn a purse or two? I need participants for an experiment. Not worry, it's nothing too unpleasant," she hissed.

Purses were a standard amount of gold. Ten coins, if Fernier remembered correctly. Intrigued by the proposition, she motioned towards the naga. An alchemist, going by the faint scent of potions and ingredients that lingered around her. This was nothing unusual; alchemists came by every now and then, wanting to test their new potions on adventurers, and she'd never come across one that was outright harmful. Except maybe that one time when a potion that'd been meant to suppress her appetite increased it, instead. In several ways. The alchemist had paid her double, on top of half the food in his larder, and some other favours.

Totally worth it.

The naga noticed her. Fernier took another thirsty gulp of her mead and watched the snake approach, her movements growing more graceful and fluid as she slowly warmed up.

"You'll volunteer?" she hissed, though it wasn't an unfriendly hiss; simply the sibilant speech that all naga seemed to possess.

Triti swung around, swaying in her seat. The mead seemed a little more potent than she'd anticipated, which wasn't a bad thing. She felt comfortably drunk already, offering the naga a silly grin, rather unlike her usual pragmatic self. But that side of herself wasn't asleep quite yet.

"Volunteer, no. But we'll do it for pay," she laughed, hard enough that it made her breasts bounce. Okay, it wasn't that funny. Too much booze. Focus, that half-muted voice of reason reminded her.

"How much, and for what?" Fernier asked, her curiosity piqued. She wasn't nearly as affected by the alcohol as Triti was. Though they were both chubby - adventuring paid well, after all - she was also much taller than the dragoness.

"Well, my friends," the naga smiled, as much as a naga could smile, coiling in front of the two adventurers. "Two purses each. It is an experiment I need you for. Nothing that will have lasting consequences. Likely to be pleasant, yes. No mutations, and no permanent effects on your luscious bodies."

None of what she said was a lie, but she was an expert at telling as little of the truth as was required to convince new participants to join her experiments.

"Two purses? For how... how long?" Triti asked. She looked at her mug, raised it to her lips, and then decided against having any more. Well, perhaps she'd finish this one off as celebration of finding their next source of income.

"One night. Ideally, starting now. We will head to my laboratory, meet my assistant, and we'll be ready to begin," she replied.

"Seems easy enough. Are we in, Fern?" Triti asked.

"We're in," Fern replied with a wide, almost maternal grin. She'd not let anything bad happen to Triti, but a couple of more purses of gold were never unwelcome.

Neither of the two noticed the naga's tail sneaking up over the counter behind them, the tip coiled around a small vial that tipped, very briefly, into both Triti's and Fernier's mugs, a single drop of saturated pink dropping into each. The bartender did notice, a concerned frown on his face, but a quick, imposing glance from the naga made sure he said nothing. It wasn't worth it. He didn't _approve_of her trickery, but none of her experiments had, so far, resulted in anything lethal or entirely deleterious.

"We'll drink to that," the dragoness chuckled. Her head was already swimming, but there wasn't that much mead left, anyhow. Might as well.

She raised the mug to her lips and drank the rest of the sweet liquid in one gulp. It seemed even sweeter than she remembered, rich with sugar, peaches, honey, and some exotic spice that warmed her throat and belly even more than alcohol usually did. Cinnamon, maybe? Ginger? She wasn't sure, but it was so good that it made her shiver with delight even by the time the flavour faded.

Fernier had the rest of hers, as well. Her palate was, perhaps, not quite as refined as Triti's was when it came to mead, but she still found herself enjoying it. It was certainly far better than the usual tavern fare. Enough so that she was half-tempted to order another round, but sadly there was work to do. As much as she found her eyes drawn to the various patrons, wondering if any of them might be up for a night of fun. No, bad worgen. Eyes on the task first. Then, Triti's always gonna be up for more.

"Let us head out, then. My laboratory is just on the edge of town," the naga spoked, a pleased smile on her face again.

The air outside was cold, very cold, but neither Triti nor Fernier were really too bothered by it with the alcohol - and the naga's special spice - warming their bodies. The worgen even found herself panting despite the chill, her body feeling increasingly warm with each step they took, soon joined by a rather acute awareness of her panties rubbing over her plump sex, sending little thrills of excitement up her spine. Almost like she was going into heat, she thought. It wasn't time for that yet, but it wouldn't be the first time it happened unexpectedly. She frowned as she walked, realizing how distracting it'd get, but soon her thoughts were drifting towards more pleasurable goals, like that of Triti's muzzle between her legs, or perhaps a male or two taking turns rutting her. Mmh.

Unbeknownst to both of them, the naga had spiked their drinks with a heat potion. Nothing too drastic. She didn't want to hurt her test subjects, after all, but it was helpful to have them in a receptive state of mind for the experiment she had planned. Triti, for her part, wasn't feeling it as much. The naga's potion was designed for mammals. It would, eventually, drive the dragoness into heat as well, but not as quickly. So far, all she felt was the pleasant glow in her belly, and lower yet, but she merely attributed that to the booze and the afterglow of the earlier fun she'd had with the curvaceous worgen.

The lab was a small but elaborate compound on the edge of town, built into the ruins of something much older and grander, positioned beneath them. The first thing that struck Fernier was just how warm the complex was. Perfect for a snake, yes - though she suspected that the naga wasn't actually cold-blooded - and she couldn't deny that it was comfortable compared to the frosty cold air outside, either. The air was thick with fragrances she couldn't quite recognize despite her best efforts. Camphor, musk, something draconic, something floral. Not unpleasant, and to be expected for an alchemist.

What did surprise both her and Triti was a blue-scaled dragon, almost of an azure hue, greeted them. He was blindfolded, though immediately aware of their presence, turning to face them. An even bigger surprise was the size of his erection, proudly and shamelessly jutting from his crotch, a display of arousal impossible to not at least briefly glance.

"Welcome. This is my assistant. I tend to only call him dragon, but you could call him Revaris if you'd like," the naga exclaimed, growing more energetic by the moment with the heat of the lab warming up her stiffened muscles and sluggish mind.

"So... what's the... experiment?" Fernier mumbled. She was a little distracted by the intense need_beginning to build inside her. Not that she couldn't resist it. She _could, and had done so before, but realizing that she was going into heat in the dead of winter was a surprise, and that gnawing wet tingling in her belly kept distracting her. The sight of the lusty dragon-assistant didn't help, as much as she tried not to stare at his juicy, potent cock. So swollen and ready for breeding. Poor thing looks so pent up.

"Dragon? Let's show them. Remove your blindfold, please," the naga commanded.

Revaris did just that. His eyes were striking, There was a kind of blue glow to them that immediately drew Fernier's attention, and she found herself relaxing staring at that magnificent specimen of masculinity, the heat she'd been feeling suddenly flaring up into a conflagration of desire. Her shoulders slumped. Weren't we supposed to-

"Handsome, isn't he?" the naga hissed, grinning to herself as she watched Triti, too, staring at the Revaris. She wasn't quite as affected, despite being more drunk, though her eyes still struggled to look away from the dragon's enthralling gaze.

The naga's hand slipped down to the end of her tail, to her slit, leisurely tracing little circles around that damp, sensitive spot.

"The experiment is simply to see if he can breed all of us. Call it a study in, mm, compatibility," she emphasized. "To have him inseminate all three of us with that beautiful cock of his, and leave our bellies swollen with eggs. Mh-" she suppressed a little groan, feeling her sex clench needily against her fingers.

"...pregnant? But, we shouldn't..." Fernier protested, only to feel her desire surge at the very thought of it, as if something - someone - was intruding her on her mind, guiding her thoughts towards pleasant, fuzzy images of herself happily presenting herself for the handsome dragon, letting him use her as his broodmare.

Oh no. She knew exactly where this was going. The longer Revaris, with his hypnotic gaze and unconditionally offered breeding rod remained in front of her, the more likely she was to end up offering herself to him in turn. Instead of immediately giving up, she dropped to her knees, in a quick frenzy of motion, and took the dragon's cock into her mouth. He tasted wonderful, precum leaking over her broad, lupine tongue, but Fernier couldn't let herself enjoy him too much of it'd be the end of her adventures for about nine months. Instead, her tongue lashed over his ridges and glans, teasing and flicking over every sensitive spot, determined to quickly disarm him so she didn't end up doing something she'd later regret.

The naga had, truthfully, expected the worgen to immediately surrender to her heat. The dragoness, too, was hesitant to embrace what her body clearly needed. With those plentiful breasts and her already plump belly, she was perfect for a breeder. Clearly, then, she needed to show them the right encouragement. They'd have to be eased into motherhood. She, at least, wasn't worried about the dragon, who she knew would last a while despite the worgen's best efforts.

Instead, she focused her attention on Triti, slithering close to the dragoness, transfixed by the lewd scene unfolding before er.

"Don't you think your friend would look adorable all pregnant? With an even rounder belly?" she murmured, her tongue softly flicking over the Triti's ear. "You want to see here like that, don't you? Letting that handsome dragon rut her full of babies. You should help her. She wants to feel good, and you want her to feel good..." she continued whispering, in an almost hypnotic tone.

Triti shivered as the naga slowly worked on her mind. How would Fern look if that happened? Well, first her breasts would swell, and then her belly, too, growing even bigger and warmer. She was practically made for breeding, and Triti found herself overcome with desire to see her friend get knocked up and then to cuddle her like that. Yes - she definitely wanted that. Wait. It was becoming increasingly difficult to tell what thoughts were hers and which ones weren't, her desires melding with those of their gracious naga host and her draconic consort, so freely offering them the gift of motherhood. Triti shook her head. No, that wasn't-

"Just imagine, you could feel the moment he seeds her. Feel every flex and throb of that cock, buried deep inside your friend, knowing that she'll get pregnant..."

Triti's head was swimming. She shivered, again, hesitating one last time.

"All you'll have to do is make her cum. Help that cute worgen empty out all those pesky doubts. You want to do that anyway. You need to feel her cumming, gushing all over your lips and tongue. And you'll feel like such a good girl for helping her realize her place as a happy broodmare..." the naga continued.

By the time the alarm bells went off on Triti's alcohol-dazed head, suddenly realizing that she was being actively hypnotized, she was already on her knees behind Fernier, staring at her sopping wet sex, clenching with obvious desire to be filled. She could smell the worgen's need, that pheromone-laden heat-scent filling her nostrils. Triti shivered. She could feel herself heating up too, a familiar gnawing tension building In her belly. It wouldn't be the first time seeing Fernier in heat triggered her own, she thought, not knowing what the naga had done to her.

But, _god,_she just had to enjoy this.

"You should let him rut you," she finally murmured, just loud enough that Fernier could hear her, and then her tongue flicked out and over the worgen's stiff little clit, causing her to squirm and moan around the Revaris' cock. "Don't worry. It'll feel so good to just let it happen. Let him help you become a broodmother," Triti continued, echoing what the naga had told her. "Just let me help you empty all those thoughts out."

She gave the worgen's soaked, puffy petals another kiss, this one a little more eager and hungrier, coating her muzzle in her friend's lust.

"Triti, what are you doooing," the worgen squealed at the sudden feeling of her friends lips against her, pulling her mouth off the dragon's cock to the protest. "Nh, don't-"

"Just relax and cum your brains out for me, I want to see you get bred," Triti replied, her friend's eyes glazed over with hypnotic desire and each word easily taking root in her hazy mind. Then, quickly, before the worgen could react again, the dragoness mushed her snout against her drooling sex and began to mercilessly lick little circles around and over her clit, a pair of fingers sinking into that incredibly wet heat to twist and curl.

Each jolt of pleasure shook more of the worgen's thoughts loose. She imagined them wetly oozing out of her and onto Triti's tongue. It felt so good to let herself go, slowly but surely, towards a surrender of empty-headed bliss. She looked up and accidentally met the dragon's eyes again, and this time, she couldn't look away. His gaze was so calm and relaxing, deep, commanding, so easy for Fernier to lose herself in, and she found herself slumping into his lap.

"She's right, you know," Revaris murmured, his tone a deep and throaty rumble that made Fernie's pussy clench around Triti's probing tongue.

The worgen knew she should've put up more resistance.

Then, she came. It was sudden, almost violent, as Triti's lips pursed against her clit and sucked. The tension and pleasure surged and exploded outwards, and suddenly she was moaning helplessly, her entire body twitching and quivering as she surrendered to her climax. She was practically gushing¸_her own lusty wetness soaking her thighs with each spasm of her sex against Triti's traitorous muzzle. And with each quiver, it was like her mind was getting emptier, like she was cumming all thoughts out, and _hard, until she slumped down in the dragon's lap as her climax ebbed. Fernier gazed up at him adoringly. He was such a handsome specimen. Of course she should have his babies. With a giggle, she rolled back onto the carpet-clad floor - Triti just barely dodged out of the way to avoid being squished - and spread her legs for Revaris. He was still all hard and everything, he totally deserved to breed her. That quiet voice of concern in the back of her mind never really quieted down entirely, yelling something about her obviously being manipulated, but it was so muted that the worgen could barely hear it. It felt like her head was full of cotton candy. Or maybe nothing at all!

She'd be such a good broodmare.

Fernier licked her lips as the dragon took his rightful place between her legs, that exquisite cock bouncing with each motion, so eager to penetrate her. A little droplet of precum fell from the tip and onto her orgasm-sensitized snatch. Mm, so warm. Wanna feel more of that. She took a hold of her own legs and pulled them up towards her chest, as much as she could, so that dragon-stud could sink as deep as possible into her. Down to the very hilt. That's what good girls did, so the boys could cum real deep into them. 'Cause that's where all that sexy slimy cum belongs. Right in my womb.

She howled out in pleasure as Revaris nudged his leaking tip against her sex and thrust, sinking in all the way to the very hilt in one smooth, impossibly slick motion that damn near made her see stars. Then, he started thrusting, and she could hold nothing back, her mind nearly melting into goo and her body glutting_on every inch of his throbbing breeding rod, rewarding her in _spades for letting it happen.

"Mm, just look at that bliss on her face," the naga hissed, close to Triti's ear. Slowly, she coiled her body around the dragoness, a gentle hand on her chin guiding her to look at the mating pair. "See how happy she is, surrendering to that desire to be fertilized by a handsome stud. Letting that cock pump into her, bare..."

Triti looked. She couldn't deny that Fernier looked happy, relaxed, and if her moans were anything to go by, quite pleasured as well.

The naga's sharp fangs brushed against her throat. She squirmed, giving a little moan of her own.

"See how his cock's already throbbing?" the naga continued. "Getting ready to seed her. Wouldn't you like to feel like her? Feeling that sweet anticipation of someone finally fulfilling that urge to become a mother, the one you've always felt..."

Triti couldn't look away. She was sopping wet already. The hypnosis was beginning to take hold in her heat-addled mind, she was perfectly aware of that, but as long as she didn't let herself cum she might be able to resist. At least, there'd be no harm in watching.

The naga continued to work on the helpless dragoness, egging her on. "Go on, feel it. Feel his balls, feel how full of seed they are. All of it so eager to erupt into our fertile bodies, where it belongs. You want it too, I can tell," she murmured, her hand slowly sneaking down Triti's belly, caressing the curve of it and pressing briefly down against her squishy lower belly, just where her womb was.

Triti's hands trembled as she reached out, all but spellbound by the sight of the dragon's hefty sack slapping against Fenrier's drenched groin with each rutting thrust, and then gently cupped them in her palm. They felt heavy, warm. _Potent._The moment her fingers touched him, the naga in turn sunk a pair of slender digits into her heated body, drawing another needy moan from the dragoness. She worked them in slowly, pressing against her inner walls, uncannily finding all those spots that left her legs twitching, setting off fireworks of pleasure wherever her fingertips teased.

"Hold your hand there. He's almost there. I want you to feel him cum, and then tell me you don't want it," the snake hissed, tightening her coils around Triti's body, slipping her tail between the dragoness' legs and working them wider apart. A third finger slipped into the dragoness, pumping into her in rhythm with the drake's thrusts. She could almost imagine herself in Fernier's place. "But you're still hesitating, aren't you? I'll take care of that. Just enjoy this. It's what you were made for," the naga added, then gently nipped the back of Triti's neck, simulating a mating bite.

She was going to cum if she let her continue, Triti realized. Already, she was almost there, that coiling, fluttering tension growing unbearable as her body raced towards a mind-melting release. She'd seen what'd happened to Fernier. That was going to be her. Feeling all her worries gush out of her around the naga's cunning fingers. And then she'd surrender, happily allowing herself to get bred. Triti bit her lip, trying her hardest to collect her thoughts, to mount at least some kind of resistance. She didn't really want to get knocked up, not yet. She wanted to explore, to go on adventures, not to be some broodmare- she twitched as she remembered those words again - always pregnant and so very happy to let the Revaris rut her full of eggs over and over again, just like she was born to be-

"He's cumming," the naga hissed. And Triti felt it. She felt those balls tighten, pulling up against the dragon's body, almost swelling, and then, she let out a gasp as she felt him throb. Heavily. His cock flexed, and her fingers felt the heated rush of his first rope of seed surging up his shaft. Triti could've squeezed him, preventing him from fertilizing her best friend. That'd have been the responsible thing to do. Instead, she did nothing but feel as the dragon's seed spurted deep into the worgen's primed body, with each throb of his cock.

"He's seeding her," the naga moaned. Even she was getting aroused. But she'd already surrendered to the dragon's gaze a long time ago. All he'd wanted was for her to find more females for his harem before he'd bless her with a massive clutch of eggs. "Filling her with his sexy, eager little swimmers. Breeding_her. Look at how _happy she is. Come on, cum for me, show me you want to be a happy little mother too," she ordered with a throaty hiss, and her fingers pinched Triti's clit.

Triti remembered how cumming had affected Fernier. Or she did, until the moment the first of those orgasmic jolts shot through, then she didn't. What'd she been so worried about? Nnf. God yes. She quivered in the naga's coils, barely conscious of the snake spreading her legs wide and putting her bare, squirting cunt on display. Ooh. Jeez, what was I thinking- nnf- oh- f-fuck-

Her vision was blurry from how hard she was cumming, tears running from her eyes, but she could still see the dragon-stud pull out of Fernier with a wet slurp - thick, sticky cum still drooling from his cock - and then he made eye contact with her, and that's when it dawned on her. She and Fernier could be pregnant together! Just cuddle all day, rubbing each other's bellies and smooching them and getting their brains fucked out. She wasn't made to be an adventurer, she was made to let her body worship this dragon's cock, being another hole for him to breed full of his eggs. Just like the naga kept telling her. It all made sense. Just looking at him made her pussy tingle with desire. She wouldn't feel like that if she wasn't meant to be his breeding toy.

Triti bit her lip as Revaris positioned his cum-covered cock at her entrance. The naga held her like that, making sure she didn't have any second thoughts. Just one thrust and all that cum would smear into her, she might already get pregnant before he even came. And then she'd be a panting, happy mess like Fernier, still laying on the floor and barely conscious, a vapid expression of pure bliss adorning her adorable face.

Slurp. She was so wet she didn't realize the dragon had thrust that cock into her before she felt the wonderful, aching stretch of getting properly rutted. Other girls were fun but the sense of fulfilment was amazing, too. N- yeah, get in there, big boy. As deep as you can. The thoughts didn't even feel like her own, but the joyful squeals and whimpers she heard did. She sounded like a bitch in heat, and from how she felt, she was one.

An egg-slut. A broodmare. A happy egg-laying dragoness nest-hen.

"Feels so much better to not think at all, doesn't it?" the naga purred. Her hands ran down the curve of Triti's breasts and belly, enjoying the warmth of her body, feeling every lustful whine resonating through her body. "Just letting the males do their duty. Oh yes, we'll have such a good time, all of us heavy with life together..."

The naga hadn't always wanted this, not until she met Revaris. In a way, she was under his influence. In another, they were influencing each other, amplifying those desires in each other. They're quickly discovered that the dragon's eyes left others susceptible to her mental prowess, and further. Or in the naga's case, bringing forth those breeding urges she felt. Ones she was far too eager to share with others.

"You're probably pregnant already. Doesn't that feel good? Knowing you've provided a warm, wet home for all that sperm left on his cock. And about to get a fresh spurt of it right where it belongs, too, just to make sure. Nnf-" the naga continued. She was dripping wet, herself, squirming as she held the receptive dragoness, grinding her slit against her smooth scales. She'd done so well, expanding his newly-formed harem. After the dragon was done with Triti, he'd finally grant her the gift of his strong seed, too.

"Don't hold back those moans. Beg for it. Let him know how badly you want to be made into a good, pregnant mother," she ordered, or commanded. "Just like your friend!"

Triti's mind crumbled. She was already milking him in the most deliberate way. Squeezing his wonderful cock each time he pulled out, as if vainly trying to keep him inside her forever. She felt every inch of it, every subtle stretch as his glans just barely popped out of her, stretching her labia every so slightly. And then that sweet, dissolute surge of happiness as he sunk back in, letting her know that he wasn't going to let her go without fertilizing her. She was begging for it, she realized. In so many different, colourful words she could barely understand with her mind swirling the way it was.

The naga pressed her muzzle against the dragon's, trapping him in a passionate kiss, a wanton display of just how much she loved what he was doing, their tongues tangling even as his hips kept moving to that primal rhythm, towards an inevitable and ever closer finish.

Fernier had finally found the strength to sit up. She could feel cum Revaris left inside her, warmly oozing out of her and onto the floor. She didn't mind. Nothing wrong with just being naked, was there? Nope. Perfectly appropriate for a broodmare. But seeing Triti get fucked had drawn her attention, and she watched with rapt attention, rolling over and fixing her eyes on the base of his cock just in time to see him begin to swell, and then throb.

Triti felt it too. In exquisite detail. She felt the dragon's thrusts grow more erratic. Oh god yes, do it. Breed me! No words would leave her muzzle, only primal, animalistic moans, as she felt his shaft swell a little further. And then, there it was. Oh god- he's throbbing. Knocking me up.

He did just that. Revaris grunted with satisfaction at this newest conquest, slid his cock in as deep as it'd go into the dragoness, and released. The naga had proven such a perfect partner for him, providing these eager sluts for him to breed. His tip just barely nudged against Triti's cervix before the first rope of thick, virile cum erupted into her, sealing her fate, and immediately he felt the dragoness spasm around him in turn, cumming again just from the simple act of being bred as nature intended.

"Yesss, see how good it feelsss..." the naga hissed, releasing the dragon from the kiss, a few strands of saliva briefly connecting their lips before snapping. Her voice was hoarse yet sibilant, desire overwhelming her as well. She needed to feel that, too.

Triti could only moan, feeling Revaris seed her, that heated warmth building up somewhere deep inside. It felt heavenly. All too soon, though, it was over. She let out a disappointed whimper as the dragon pulled out of her, and immediately stuffed a pair of fingers into herself to stem the flow. She didn't want to waste any of that precious gift, after all. Not before it'd had a chance to take root.

Gently, the naga guided her towards Fernier, so the two of them could recover together. It was with a degree of jealousy that she saw just how well they'd both been bred, the immense satisfaction on their faces. She wasn't about to be left out, only hoping the dragon had enough left in his balls to do the same to her.

Rather than wait, the moment Triti was on the ground, cuddled up with Fernier, the two of them emptily staring into each other's eyes as they basked in the afterglow, the naga pounced on the dragon. For a second, it seemed like his erection might've faltered, but as his lover pressed her drenched, serpentine slit against his cum-covered cocktip, it only took a few teasing motions before he was back at full hardness again, driving himself into the last of his partners with a single-minded, lusty determination. He turned the tables, locking his jaws around the naga's neck, gently but firmly, reminding her of who really was in charge here, and toppled her over, rutting into her with rough, jagged motions. Exactly what she needed. Her body coiled around his, squeezing his powerful, masculine hips against her.

"Rrrh- yesss, our children will be so powerful..." she groaned, throwing her head back to give another pleasured and throaty hiss. "Come on. Breed me! Then breed me again! Keep us all swollen and pregnant with your offspring forever!" she begged.

At some point, she had realized that between the dragon's gaze and her own hypnotic powers, she'd successfully managed to indoctrinate herself into wanting, almost desperately, to be pregnant. But if it felt this good and natural, was it really a bad thing? Especially since now, when it did happen, she'd have her new harem-sisters to cuddle up with, enjoying the warmth of their curvy, plush forms, simply luxuriating in being bred and laying eggs only to be bred and lay more eggs. Until she snapped out her self-imposed conditioning, if she ever did. If she ever wanted to. Mixing potions felt distant and unimportant compared to the much more primal kind of alchemy about to happen within her womb.

Except for the heat-inducing tinctures. Those would be useful when the dragon-stud inevitably expressed the desire to bring him even more members for his growing harem of breeders.

Triti and Fernier had cuddled up, watching with empty-minded adoration as the dragon's cock pistoned in and out of the naga's body, wetly. He'd be spent, but sooner or later he'd be raring to go again, and they'd be ready. Just to make sure, Triti murmured to the worgen, a hand squeezing her belly, they should let him inseminate them a few more times. Fernier could only nod, dumbly.

Soon Revaris stiffened, grunted, and then roared in climax, hilting his cock into the naga. From their angle, Triti and Fernier couldn't see his climax, this time, but from how his body shivered it was unmistakable. The naga's long, serpetine body squeezed around him, trying to force him even deeper. The alchemist didn't as much as moan, instead quietly reaching her peak as she was seeded, barely able to even breathe as pleasure washed over here.

Then, as soon as it'd begun, it was done. The dragon had done his duty, rutting all of his lovers full of cum, and he collapsed against the snake's body, panting loudly, only for the naga to pet his head adoringly.

Of course, he'd still have to make sure. A good stud never left his work up to chance, after all.

With how potent his seed was, it didn't take long for all three women to succumb to it. Not that any of them wanted otherwise. Each pregnancy realized was a joyful moment, as their bellies soon began to swell. Triti was first, perhaps owing to her being a dragoness and thus most compatible with their breeder, and the others lavished her with attention and orgasms as a reward. The naga quickly followed. For Fernier, chubby as she was, it took the longest to notice, and nobody was exactly sure when his seed had taken inside her, but nonetheless her belly was soon protruding in a proud, maternal dome.

The naga rubbed their bellies, splaying her scaled yet soft fingers against their proudly pregnant, soft forms. She didn't seem to ever tire of kissing and caressing them, and Triti couldn't' blame her. The sight of the three of them all practically glowing, visibly happy and pregnant, had been enough to lure a few more to their stud. The first of them, a younger vixen, had been sceptical at first. Could being pregnant really feel that good? The original three watched as her curious, almost stern expression of doubt melted into something lustier and more relaxed as she stared into the dragon's eyes, just as they had a few months ago, and soon the potion began to take effect as well, the scent of her building heat starting to fill the room. Triti had seen this play out before, and somehow, it was always equally hot to watch.

They'd bring more, yet. The best thing about being bred was sharing the feeling. Eventually, Fernier would recover enough of her mind, to decide on what she wanted to do, but until then, Triti would enjoy her company. She didn't tell the others, but her draconic mind had recovered from the hypnosis quickly. But there was no reason to spoil the fun, was there? She enjoyed luring in more women for Revaris to breed just as much as she'd enjoy a pregnancy or two. A year or so just spent relaxing and cuddling would do her wonders. And her whelps would probably be adorable.

Her ears perked as she heard the wet squelch of the vixen eagerly impaling herself on that wonderful breeding rod, and she smiled to herself, resting her head on Fernier's belly and her body warmed by the naga's coils as she watched. She'd definitely need a turn on his cock again, even though she was already pregnant. Either that, or maybe she'd grind against the worgen. Or the naga's tongue. It wouldn't last forever, as much as she might've begged for it in her heat, but for now, she was determined to enjoy every last moment of it.