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Summer Heat part 3: Ruinous Desire

Juliette – or July to her friends – sighed. She checked her list of appointments for the day. This summer had been so hot that it didn’t take a genius to guess what the next item on her list was after the ninth broken AC unit. AC unit number ten, of course. She couldn’t exactly blame them. As she glanced in the car mirror, she could plainly see the sweat running down her purple scales just from having been inside the last couple’s house. It was hot. Oppressively so. It felt like all the worst parts of being in heat, the dragoness mused. Naturally, then, people cranked their AC units way too high, which then, in turn, broke down.

It was fairly typical, and it seemed to happen more and more with each passing summer. Ah well, that was her job, after all. The friendly neighborhood repair-dragon, always ready to fix those damn units. It wasn’t the best paid job, but it certainly made her feel appreciated. Just spotting her home-printed Cool-Air Company shirt – pronounced “cooler”, as she hadn’t managed to come up with any better pun – usually made people smile with relief as they saw her pull up and then approach. And that was still something.

Could’ve been worse; she could’ve chosen to become a plumber. Clogged toilets in the summer were especially horrible. Or god forbid, one of the politicians whose actions kept leading to these hotter and hotter summers!

According to her list, the next house belonged to a dragon family. Mother, daughter, and son, all of adult age. That made it a little easier, not having any little whelps running around and excitedly distracting while she worked. Then again, who knew. This kind of heat could addle anyone’s mind. She briefly entertained the idea of the family’s son – who was about the same age as her, according to the address registry – taking a pass at her while she worked, but then shook her head, dismissing the idle fantasy.

It was just a short drive away, which gave her a brief but very welcome fifteen minutes-or-so to blissfully enjoy her car’s AC blasting ice cold air into her face. If that one broke, July thought, at least she could just fix it herself. In other words, she was good to crank it as damn cold as it went. Being a purple dragoness wasn’t easy; because of her mixed heritage, she couldn’t tolerate either cold or heat very well. But she’d make do. She had, so far.

She pulled up in front of the house. It didn’t look any different from the others on the block, and July had no idea what to really expect. She got her tools from the back of her little van and walked up to the door, where she had her first surprise.

Who opened the door was a green-scaled dragoness wearing only a pair of rather moist-looking panties – sweat, July thought, making a point to act professionally – and a loose t-shirt. She looked a little dazed, but being cooped up inside a house without AC in this heat would leave anyone a little dizzy.

“Hi, I’m from… um, I am July, representing the Cool-Air Company, here because you called me about your AC unit being broken?” the purple dragoness introduced herself.

She could practically see the gears turning in the greenscale’s head.

“Oh!” she finally exclaimed, with a little giggle. “Yeah. Sorry. It’s hot and uh… I’m kinda struggling to think clearly. Yeah, AC’s broken. I’m Tyne. Come on in,” she said, accompanying the invitation with a sweeping motion of her arm.

The house smelled musky. Of course, that was hardly a surprise with how hot it was. July thought about the fact that she probably smelled pretty sweaty too, but it wasn’t as if anyone would notice. The musk in the air in the house, though, that was something else. It was oddly pleasant to breathe in. Then again, she had always liked the smell of male dragons, July mused.

Tyne led her to their AC unit. It was one of the old models. Easy to fix and durable, if a little inefficient when it came to power usage. She was half tempted to try selling a newer one, but that could wait until she had done her job.

“You know, if you’re in the mood, we could also…” Tyne grinned, taking a pause to gauge her reaction. “Well, let me just put it this way, my mom doesn’t mind sharing her man.”

July raised a scaly eyebrow.

“You mean like… uh, what do you mean?” she asked, trying her hardest to keep her behavior professional. She had been flirted with before on the job, but very rarely by someone offering to share who had to be her father.

“I mean sex, silly, if you’d like a good fuck,” Tyne laughed. Her personality had changed a little since Seriky musked her, but all for the better, at least in her own opinion. It made it much easier to be openly horny, and she found herself quite enjoying it. “You don’t have to, just in case you’d like to have some fun on the job, you know!”

“Um, I’ll decline for now, if that’s alright,” July replied. Wow, is this one direct. “You know, lots of units to repair, so little time, all that.”

“All good,” Tyne grinned. “But if you change your mind…”

With that, she turned around and walked back into the house with a suggestive sway of her hips, as if trying to physically invite the other dragoness. And she did have a nice ass, July had to admit that. But she liked her professionalism, and so she figured she shouldn’t make a habit out of fucking her clients. Or their fathers, for that matter.

Though a meaty cock would be nice, July found herself thinking. Then, she thought about how the heat was really getting to her, too. That and the sweet masculine musk in the air.

She put her tools down in front of the AC unit and got to work, deftly opening the old white box up and doing a quick round of troubleshooting and fault-finding, as Tyne disappeared back into the house to join the mating couple, who, unbeknownst to July, were actually her mother and brother.

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Tyne entered the bedroom, where Seriky and Iridena had moved from their usually rutting – the reproductive kind – to a sixty-nine that left Iridena’s nose beautifully close to those musky, heat-inducing balls of her son’s. She slurped on his cock eagerly, by now completely uncaring about the incestuous aspect and treating her son just like she would a husband. Tyne enjoyed the sight of it. She found herself quite liking the idea of watching her mother get completely ruined by her sexy brother.

Not in a mean sense, of course. Just sexually ruined. It turned her on enough that she was clenching as she watched Iridena suck away, worshipping her son’s cock. Of course, fucking – and getting bred by – her son was fairly ruinous already, but Tyne took a moment to really examine where those feelings were coming from. Maybe it was just a kink, with the younger sister enjoying watching her brother break other women, especially knowing how good it felt. Like her mother, or maybe even that sexy dragoness who was currently opening up their AC.

Maybe it was some kind of payback. Iridena had always been rather dominant with her, so watching her completely mind-broken and reduced to a cock-hungry breeder for her son was a pleasant kind of vengeance. Not that Tyne herself hadn’t gotten thoroughly musk-fucked by him, too, but she wasn’t quite as receptive to the scent as Iridena was.

Maybe it was jealousy about Seriky having fucked her first. But no, that couldn’t be it. The young dragoness scoffed, dismissing the thought. There was no way she’d be jealous of vacant-eyed mother gorging herself on Seriky’s cock so often that Tyne had to wait for her to wear herself out before she got her turn on that mismatched horsecock. Man, having a half-hippogryph brother sure was nice, wasn’t it. Equine cock and a knot. She was daydreaming again.

“Bro, you should hold her down there just a little longer,” Tyne spoke, careful to keep her voice low enough that July the Cool-Air Company Dragon couldn’t hear her. Not that she thought she’d be actively listening, the poor thing seemed quite shy. Tyne wondered if she was receptive to her brother’s musk at all. It seemed more common than anyone had thought, though that could be because hippogryphs tended to be dominant to the point of preferring to convert former males into broodfathers, rather than outright fucking dragonesses. It was one of those weird cultural traditions that had seemingly persisted well into modern times.

Seriky, though deep in the throes of pleasure and quite enjoying his mother’s wet, lust-swollen pussy – which was currently clenching around his tongue – was a little hesitant about that. He had grown quite aware of the effect his musk had, and while he had long since gotten past any misgivings about the whole incest part, he still struggled with knowing that his presence effectively entranced so many people. Not just his own family, but certainly including them.

But all those doubts didn’t stop the fact that his mother was so greedily sucking on his cock from being almost as hot as the musky, humid air in the bedroom. Her tongue felt amazing coiled around his cock, too, stroking and milking him along with her plush, soft lips. That cock was everything to her right now, and he could tell, lapping away at her dripping, clenching pussy in turn.

“I’m g-gonna cum,” he grunted out. It was more a matter of politeness. He knew Iridena wasn’t in the state of mind where she could even imagine declining his cum. No, she’d swallow it in thick mouthfuls, and she’d love doing so.

And sure enough, that’s just what Iridena did, actually speeding up her sucking and licking as she worshipped her son’s cock until it twitched and throbbed, and then flooded her mouth with spurt after spurt of Seriky’s strong, virile cum, laced with that same addictive, intoxicating pheromones as his musk. With his body flooded with endorphins – the reward for any good stud doing his duty of pleasuring his hens – Seriky couldn’t help but rock into his mother’s mouth, until the flared tip of his cock pressed into her throat and his knot against her pursed lips, pumping every drop of cum as deep into her receptive mouth as he could, through those irresistible, electrifying spasms of his cock.

He looked at her, so close to his balls again, and what Tyne had said only moments ago quickly returned to the forefront of his mind. A way to make his orgasm even better. His sister noticed the lapse in judgment immediately and took advantage.

“Now hold that slut down!” Tyne exclaimed. “Ruin her!”

The thought of forcing Iridena to huff on his balls for a little longer sent a quiver of delight through his youthful, toned body. It was wrong, somehow – he knew that – but he was far too turned on in the throes of orgasm. And so, spurred on by his sister’s eagerness. And so, he hooked a leg behind his mother’s head and forced her against his balls as a few last dregs of cum dribbled into her throat, giving her only a brief moment to pull of his cock and swallow the last of his cum before moaning in surprise as her nostrils pressed against Seriky’s sack.

“There you go, mom, take a good long breath,” Tyne coaxed her. Of course, her own hand was already in her panties, rubbing at herself rather feverishly as she watched. This all turned her on far too much, but at least it was reversible… right?

All they had to do was get the AC fixed. Then they could reconsider all this. But for now, she was going to enjoy it for all it was worth. A finger pushed into her sodden slit, then another, curling inside her to rub against all those sensitive spots as she fingerfucked herself to the sight of her mother weakly struggling. Then again, it wasn’t as if she didn’t want it, and surely part of the struggle was just for show at this point.

“Don’t you want to be a total slut for your son?” Tyne kept going, verbally degrading her mother as she stepped closer, fingers still deep inside her cunt. Her other hand, she wrapped around Seriky’s throbbing cock, delighted to feel how close her brother was to orgasm already. He barely had a refractory period at all in this state, and it was wonderful. She wasn’t far behind; the musk in the bedroom was intense enough that she could’ve almost cum hands-free. “Go on and surrender like you always do! Just take a good sniff and cum your slutty brains out, mom,” Tyne emphasized, though it was hard not to interrupt herself with moans as she began to stroke her brother’s cock with eager, lusty vigor until he was drooling precum all over her hand with each little sniff.

Iridena surrendered, of course, after just a few moments of trying to hold her breath, as if she was still somehow self-conscious of what the musk did to her. But surrender she did, and Tyne heard her inhale. Almost immediately, as her lungs filled with Seriky’s scent, she nearly convulsed, eyes rolling back and an orgasm immediately surging through her body. She thrashed, moaning on top of Seriky while her maternal pussy spasmed and clenched, outright squirting over her son’s mouth, snout, and face. Seriky lapped up those tangy juices, each gush of them, eagerly. He was only seconds away from cumming, and in the heat of the moment, what else could any virile and horny young man do? Maybe there was some payback towards him, too, in Tyne’s actions; making her brother cum with her hand rather than her pussy could perhaps be construed as somewhat dominant.

But ultimately, they were all just about equally addicted to each other and the act of their incestuous rutting and rubbing, even if Seriky technically held sway over the women. And so, Seriky erupted with a grunt, twitching and throbbing dutifully in his sister’s hand, while Tyne brought herself to an orgasm almost as powerful as the mind-wiping pleasure-spasms currently wracking Iridena’s body as they all came at once, her juices soaking her fingers as she struggled to stand up and stroke Seriky’s cock at the same time, wanting nothing more than for their mutual release to go on forever. It was all such a beautiful, carnal harmony of feminine moans and whimpers, and Seriky’s throaty, squawking growls that almost sounded like what a hippogryph might produce.

She rode it out, while putting her best effort to show her brother’s cock the love it deserved, coating Iridena’s panting face with his cum, while eventually stumbling until she was leaning against the bed as her own orgasm subsided.

“Nnf,” was all Seriky could muster at first, but after a few minutes, he continued. “…kinda worried about mom. I mean, once or twice sure, but this can’t be good for her.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, big brother. She’ll be fine,” Tyne reassured him.

For a moment they all enjoy that sweeping, electrifying afterglow together, Iridena’s head resting on her son’s crotch while she seemed to drift off into absolute blissful oblivion.

Tyne spoke up again. “You really should just take control. Well, more control. I mean, it is kind of your destiny, you know. Half hippogryph and all…”

“What do you mean?” Seriky asked groggily. Naturally, he was immune to his own musk, but not to the scent of his needy mother and sister. And he certainly wasn’t immune to the constant, overbearing heat. At least that’d be fixed today, hopefully, he thought, and at the same time, he remembered that they indeed did have repairs scheduled for today. “Hey, the AC-” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, she’s already here,” Tyne smirked. “Might be a good way for you to practice that control thing, so you can get better at dominating me and mom.”

She sounded quite needy. But Seriky was suddenly scrambling to gently push his mother off him. What if Tyne had also been busy when the repairwoman arrived? He was getting too carried away with this constant, delicious sex!

Tyne left the room while he was still trying to get up, fighting his own body telling him to just lay down and enjoy another round. Or two. Or ten. Had his scent really made his mom squirt like that? Again? It was hard to really comprehend just how much power it had over his family.

Would it have the same effect on the AC repairwoman? Seriky almost found himself hoping it wouldn’t, because Tyne seemed to have, for lack of a better word, snapped, and talking to someone with an intact mind seemed like it’d certainly be healthy.

At the same time, though, his hippogryph side – and the breeding instincts that it naturally came with – was eagerly hoping that it would have an effect so that he could slide his cock into a third welcoming pussy and just fill her with his eggs like he, probably, had done to both Iridena and Tyne. God, it was hard to really remember anything distinct about the last few days; they all blurred together into a heat-soaked mess in his mind, the constant rutting doing him no favors in combating the mind-numbing, sweltering summer heat.

Seriky made sure his mother was comfortable, resting on her side in their bed, and while he had the brief thought to drape a blanket over here, the heat quickly reminded him that it’d probably be too much. Blankets, no matter how comfortable, had to wait until winter.

He headed out of the door, completely forgetting to get dressed or even wipe himself clean, half because of his dazed mind and half because he had to make sure Tyne wasn’t bothering the repairwoman. And sure enough, he stepped into the living room, where the unit was, only to find his sister groping a purple dragoness who had that damned unit – the real cause of all this – wide open, and from what he could tell, almost ready to go again.

But here Tyne was, distracting her, as if she not-so-secretly wanted things to remain just as they were. Seriky opened his mouth to tell her off, but then, watching the two women, he suddenly had that urge-spike again, the shuddering desire to see the other dragoness bouncing on his cock, too. Wasn’t it just like Tyne had told him? That his whole destiny was being this breeder, and embracing his hippogryph heritage, manifested in musk and his rather magnificent cock? He froze, wrestling with his urges, as he watched.

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No matter how much she wanted to remain professional – not cold, just sticking to her business and tasks – July moaned as Tyne’s hand slipped into her shirt, pushing her bra aside and squeezing one of her breasts. She didn’t want to tell the other dragoness off, exactly, but clearly she hadn’t been firm enough about her refusal, and so here she was, getting fondled by a client again. And there was just something about the ever-present muskiness in the air that made it hard to think clearly, with the dragoness easily distracted by Tyne’s touches.

July struggled weakly, unable to really find the courage or strength to stop any of this from happening as she felt Tyne’s warm breath against her ear, the greenscale whispering about all the depravities she fantasized about.

“I think you’d make for such a beautiful, perfect breeding hen,” Tyne murmured. “Just imagine it, all the cock you want all the time…”

“No, I don’t-” she protested, but a slight tweak of her nipple put that rebellion to rest.

“Yeah, you do,” Tyne reassured her, a certain cockiness in her lusty voice. “Why else would you have these big tits? Just imagine, they could be all swollen with milk…”

She pressed her palm flat against July’s taut, perfect belly that she was very proud of keeping just that, toned and flat. “…and this beautiful belly of yours would be big too, full of eggs ready to be laid, and once you lay them, you’d just need to spread your legs to get another clutch pumped into you…”

The hand slipped a little lower, teasing at the waist of her jeans. July shivered again, unable to help herself as the other dragoness filled her mind with all those vivid images.

“And we could give you all of that today, free you from having to do all this work,” Tyne continued. “It’d be so nice to just embrace what your body was made for, wouldn’t it?”

“M-maybe, I d-don’t know, I just… I’m just here to fix your-” July whimpered, unsure of what she should do until Seriky stepped in.

“Tyne, stop,” came his commanding voice. “You can’t do this with total strangers. It’s going way too far! Leave her alone.”

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it?” Tyne asked, and despite the relative confidence in her words, her tone betrayed that she was rather taken aback by being called out like that.

That triggered something inside Seriky. Oh, she wanted him to take control, and he would. Just not, perhaps, the way that his overly horny sister might’ve preferred.

“Kneel,” he commanded. One word, spoken with absolute dominion, and it was enough. Tyne immediately let go of July and stumbled over to her brother, sinking to her knees in front of him. Seriky was relieved to find that he was in fact, still in control, hypnotic musk or no. Though the musk certainly helped.

“It’s time for you to learn something,” he spoke in that same deep tone, while July leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as she watched but tried not to. There was still the AC unit. All she had left was to replace the filter, which was a job so easy that a baby could’ve done it, but her hands were trembling too much to do it right now. “If you’re going to be like this, you’re going to belong to me.”

He took a deep breath, fixing his eyes on Tyne’s, and his sister whimpered – though not without some arousal – at the intensity of her furred brother’s gaze. “Let me make it totally clear, sister. Your body. Your eggs. Your orgasms. Your mind. All of those belong to me, so I decide what you get to do and don’t.”

With that, he took a step, until his sheath was almost touching Tyne’s face, but he didn’t break eye contact for one moment, and Tyne didn’t either, as much as she wanted to stare at her brother’s plump sheath instead. She simply couldn’t disobey him, it seemed; it was an effect of the musk, that much she knew, but it felt good to obey and so she loved how Seriky was finally taking charge, exactly the way a handsome, strong stud like him should. She wanted to obey, needed to obey, and there was a very obvious way to make sure that she would.

“Doing this for your own good, really. At least until we figure something else out,” he added with a low growl, and then grabbed Tyne’s head, pulling her closer until her nose – just like Iridena’s had been – was pressed against the very source of his hippogryph scent, the fuzzy, heavy balls that had already bred both mother and sister. For a moment, Tyne held her breath, as if wrestling with herself.

“…w-what happens if she…” July mumbled, watching the strange display of draconic dominance unfolding before her in awe-struck terror.

Seriky turned his gaze to her while holding Tyne’s head still against his crotch, and July found herself almost curling up into a ball. She had met dominant drakes before, but this was something entirely different, the minty-green stud’s gaze making her womb clench.

Was it the musk? She had heard of species with hypnotic scents, but those were usually ones like hippogryphs. And those ones in turn typically only affected males. Or they said that, anyway. But suddenly all the pieces started to fall into place. Seriky didn’t look like a purebred dragon. There was the fur, which wasn’t too unusual, but when combined with-

-she glanced down at the thick equine cock resting on Tyne’s head, musky and imposing and slowly throbbing with persistent masculine need-

-combined with that, maybe the male was part hippogryph. All July really knew was that it was almost impossible to think clearly in his presence, and the earlier touches from the dragoness had made it completely unbearable.

“Well, it’s a lot to explain,” Seriky sighed. “But, to put it quite simply, it turns out that my musk really fucks with the minds of dragons. Of both genders, I guess.”

Oh. So it wasn’t that Tyne was susceptible, it was that Seriky was different. One mutation or another had allowed his scent to be compatible with any gender. Somehow, that realization was quickly drowned out by the tingly, hazy arousal that July was tormented by, but even then, she knew it wouldn't do her any good. She was just so horny, desperately wanting to get fucked, but she had to see what actually happened to Tyne, first.

She arrived at that thought just as the emerald dragoness finally surrendered.

“Gods, I can’t deal with it anymore,” she whimpered, breathing very shallowly. “Just break me. Fuck me up. Just turn me into a total submissive slut like mom.”

Mom? So, these two really were brother and sister? And when Tyne had talked about their mother "sharing her man," she had been talking about her brother the whole time? There was nothing strictly wrong with incest, not in this day and age, but it was somewhat taboo still and hearing that they were so gleefully indulging in it – and breeding – was enough to give July brief, jarring pause.

But then Tyne breathed out, and back in, deeply.

For a second, nothing happened at all. Then, Seriky growled two words: “Good girl”.

And then, as July watched, Tyne’s eyes rolled back as she moaned, her mind quickly broken by the musk. She grabbed her brother’s legs and held him against herself, huffing on his musk like a woman possessed, wanting more and more, directly from the source, embracing that deleterious rush it seemed to be giving her, annihilating – at least temporarily – any conscious thought in her head. She moaned again, her entire body twitching, and then she came. Hard. Harder than July had ever seen a woman come, and she had watched it happen plenty of times. Experienced it, too. Yet, what happened to Tyne looked blissful, heavenly even.

July, against her better judgment, pushed hand into her unbuttoned jeans and felt her shamefully wet cunt, watching the siblings. Tyne grasped at her brother's legs as she came like a firecracker, squirting, heated juices splattering the floor.

“Good girl,” Seriky repeated. “Just fuck yourself up.”

He was getting caught up in the moment. But watching his sister’s expression turn from relative defiance to a blank look of absolute pleasure was so deeply erotic that he simply couldn’t resist it. Consequences could, once again, wait.

July saw her slump backwards, but Seriky caught her and kept her nose against his balls for even longer than he had his mother. Every breath she took was better than the last, filling her lungs and head with that heavenly musk, and making her cum violently over and over until she had formed an outright puddle beneath herself with the constant gushing of her very happy cunt.

The purple dragoness came, too. Almost, anyway. She was clenching so hard that it felt like miniature orgasms rushing through her shaking body. She couldn’t really believe what she was seeing, but it was incredibly hot. Tyne’s words kept reverberating in her heat-struck head – with the AC not yet fixed and with the sweltering heat in the house, it was getting to her, too – and she kept wondering how it’d feel to do everything she had suggested.

How would it feel to just breathe in the studly male’s musk? Would she cum like that, too? Would he then proceed to breed her, just like that, probably right on the floor, taking her like a true stallion and simply rutting his seed into her receptive, defenseless, and soaking wet pussy, until she was pregnant just like the others?

Would she like it? Did she want it? She looked down at herself and imagined seeing her belly slowly swell, pushing it out a little. She had never really thought about pregnancy – despite her curves, she was a tomboy in attitude – but suddenly the thought seemed so incredibly appealing, as if she was realizing something warped and twisted about her whole body’s purpose.

Why would she be receptive to his scent if she wasn’t meant to be subdued by it? Why did she have a womb at all if not for a strong, powerful stud to breed her? The questions kept coming, and now July was imagining that meaty horsecock pushing into her completely uncovered, dangerous and risky, and her in turn moaning like a slut and not caring because she’d be so drunk on his musk, just like Tyne – and evidently, their mother – was. Just floating, moaning, letting her pussy do what it was made to do and massage him to a wonderful, virile orgasm inside her. She’d trap his knot inside her and then… well, then she’d be pregnant for sure, and somehow fulfilled.

Tyne finally stopped cumming, and Seriky hoisted the utterly “ruined” dragoness up on his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom to join her equally mindfucked mother. He positioned her comfortably, with the two women resting side by side – where they’d probably remain for quite a while with how immense their orgasms had been – before returning to the “AC dragon”, who looked downright bewildered.

“A-are you going to fuck me too? Fuck me… up?” she stammered, and she frankly wasn’t sure if what she was feeling was fear or pure raging lust.

Seriky felt his cock twitch at that. He knew that he really shouldn’t, but at the same time, the temptation to simply take what he wanted was incredibly strong for the young, virile male. She shivered as Seriky looked her over, the way a dominant stud should look at their mare to determine if they were even worthy of being mounted.

“Do you have any more jobs left for the day?” he asked, trying his hardest to remain a little responsible, even if his swelling, hardening cock had ultimately already made the final decision on the matter.

“Oh, u-uh,” she stuttered, quickly pulling her phone out of her pocket and flipping through the day’s tasks. There was nothing left; this was the last house of the day. “-no, I don’t, if you want to-”

"Maybe..." he finally spoke, after almost a minute of thinking. "If you help me with a little favor first."

“Y-yes?” July asked. She already felt like she’d do almost anything for the drake, even though anything that she did was surely only bringing her closer and closer to danger.

“Well, we have to fix the AC. This heat really is unbearable. But I’m wondering if there’s a way we could contaminate it, so my musk still in the air, just less… noticeable,” he grinned. Oh, he really had to stop this. But not right now. He’d stop when he had enough fun.

“Oh, o-oh, I guess… um, you could… wait,” July stuttered. She thought about it, in a surprising moment of professionalism. Once, a client had asked to add some perfume to her AC unit so the whole house would smell like roses. That had, she recalled, gone in the filter; a few drops of very concentrated scent, and it had indeed spread the headache-inducing perfume all over. And that gave the dazed dragoness an idea. “You could contaminate the filter… like, with your cum?”

“Okay. Help me do that,” he grinned. “And then I’ll give you what you want.”

Gods, July wasn’t sure what she wanted. Something, certainly. But she moved on autopilot as she unwrapped the fresh filter that she had brought to replace the old one she’d already removed. She held it up for Seriky, but the dominant drake had a different idea.

“You stroke me off into it,” Seriky commanded, flexing his thick, equine cock. “Then install it and take a deep breath.”

July obeyed, already enthralled enough by the musk. She almost couldn’t believe her luck in being allowed to even touch Seriky, much less his cock, and so her fingers wrapped around that swelling length gingerly, almost worshipfully, handling him like she might a sacred artifact until Seriky squeezed her hand around him in turn. She felt him throb, and it all felt so very good, how alive that beautiful equine cock was, pulsing slowly as she began to stroke him.

The recent revelations all flashed through her head like a slideshow as she worked towards her own demise. The fact that these three dragons were all related. Mother, son, and daughter, gleefully indulging in each other sexually, both of the women corrupted by his musk. And now, July was helping him in a way that’d definitely result in more and more women being easily corrupted and turned into half-mindless breeding hens for him.

She kept stroking. Seriky grunted with pleasure, twitching as a little gush of precum soaked into the filter. Did she really want to keep going? July surmised that if she just stopped, Seriky wouldn’t stop her from leaving and thus saving herself. She’d be fine, and could continue with her relatively illustrious career of being the beloved AC repairwoman.

But she really wanted to see Seriky cum, and more than that, wanted to feel it happen, even if it meant that any future mind-wipes that happened as a result of it would be partially her fault. The high was so sharp and intense that she clenched again, in her sopping wet panties that she wished she could just tear off and impale herself on that beautiful cock.

But that’d come later.

More than anything else, she thought about how if she kept going, she would also be a casualty. One of the many women corrupted into musk-addicted breeding hens. All it’d take would be a whisper from Seriky and she’d be on her back, spreading her legs and begging for his strong cock to fertilize her, perhaps sandwiched between the other two dragonesses. All of them heavily pregnant. As was their curse and their duty.

“Almost there. Make sure you catch all of it and I’ll pump another load in your pussy afterwards,” Seriky grunted, cock twitching heavily as he approached his climax. July squeezed just behind his knot, feeling that heavy shaft lurch and throb, and then swell a little more.

She recognized the signs immediately, her mouth watering with desire as she dutifully held the filter just against Seriky’s flared tip as the first rope of cum erupted from his cock with a heavy twitch, the pearly white stuff soaking into the filter and contaminating it, just like his scent would soon contaminate her mind fully. July couldn’t wait; he looked so incredibly sexy trembling and grunting as his cock twitched again and again, plentiful dragon-cum soaking the filter thoroughly as she made sure to drain every drop and earn her mind-blanking reward.

“Now… oh, you’re such a good girl. Now, install it and turn the AC on. Then, deep breaths and I’ll make you mine,” Seriky ordered, panting. He couldn’t wait to claim a new dragoness for his harem, at least temporarily. Nothing really felt as good as seeding a fresh womb, no matter how much the ethical and rational side of his brain might have emphasized how wrong it was.

Deftly, July did as she was told, installing the soaked filter quickly and then putting the rest of the unit back together. On some level, she hoped that it wouldn’t work, but she was an expert. Of course it would work, and then she’d be awash in bliss just like Tyne and Seriky’s mother. And pregnant. She’d be so pregnant, and she’d love every second of being a mother for his clutch. She flicked the switch, and the AC whirred as it spun up, quickly working to cool the house down and in turn spread Seriky’s musk throughout it.

Then, she turned around, facing the grinning drake obediently, as he finally gave her the reward she had earned for being such a good girl. He rested his heavy cock – it wasn’t even softening – on her head and pressed his balls against her nose.

July felt the cool air all around herself. She held her breath for a moment, picturing what she was about to do in vivid detail. The anticipation was always better, wasn’t it? There was no escape, anyway. Even if she tried to scramble out of the house, she wouldn’t make it with the cum-scent filling the air. She’d collapse just before the front door and then she’d get fucked anyway and wake up full of cum and probably pregnant. She needed that. Needed every last throb of the drake’s cum inside her so badly that it made her vision pulse and blur at the edges.

Given that need, it felt better to surrender intentionally, to actively make the decision and choose to get mindwiped and bred, and so July took a deep, fateful breath through her nose just like Tyne had, letting the musk wash away all of her worries and sinking into that all-but-unconscious sea of pleasure. The events that followed all felt like a dream. She remembered cumming so many times that her inner walls felt sore, and her legs couldn’t support her at all as she huffed on Seriky’s sheath.

At some point he carried her into the bedroom, where she found herself between the other two dragonesses, laying on her back and floating on clouds of bliss as Seriky took her just like he had taken the others. The world dissolved entirely into shuddering ecstasy, the thick and potent equine cock feeling it was fucking her entire being rather than just her wet, clenching cunt. It felt so good to surrender, and with his musk still filling her nostrils, July only sank deeper and deeper, until the world was almost totally black, like tunnel vision, except that she was only aware of two things; the wonderful, mind-breaking scent, and the even better cock rutting into her as it prepared to give her the warm gift of motherhood.

At that point there really wasn’t anything else she could’ve done but take it, but even if she had been fully conscious, she’d have made the same choice, cumming around his cock over and over again, squeezing it inside her fertile depths to make sure that it’d pump her full of cum and give her a plentiful clutch of eggs.

It felt too good to worry, perhaps ever again, and in that final moment when Seriky’s horsecock twitched inside her depths, she knew that she belonged to him fully. Another orgasm wracked her body as he made his claim, spraying and pumping her needy womb full of strong half-hippogryph seed. With his sperm racing up her tubes and towards her eggs in a frenzied reproductive rush, she was pregnant before his orgasm had even ended, as the fate of anyone – male or female – who spread their legs or raised their tails for a hippogryph tended to be. In that beautiful dream-state she happily accepted every last drop of the drake’s swimmers, each throb affirming and making her pussy clench to milk him more in nearly worshipful thankfulness. Hell, her entire body was clenching and spasming, if only limply, fully submitting to Seriky’s mastery as he bred her deep and true.

July then sank deeper yet, until she was no longer aware of even the pleasant sensation of an enormous load of cum sloshing inside her, cuddled up to her new “sisters” without a single worry or anxiety left in the world while Seriky’s cock kept merrily pulsing inside her, creaming her pussy and siring her very first clutch inside her. It was all that she’d ever needed, it felt like. All that she had ever wanted.

By the time he had finished his virile work, Seriky was wiped out. He was splayed out on the same bed as the three women, hopefully all pregnant by now. Yet with exhaustion came a sense of clarity, too. He hoped they weren’t actually braindead. His musk couldn’t do that, could it?

…could it?

He would have to be more careful, even if they’d be fine, Seriky scolded himself. He had gotten just as carried away as Tyne had, if not more, and now he’d have three clutches to help take care of if his mother, sister, and July felt overwhelmed. That was stretching it, no matter how good fucking them felt, but gods, it was just so addictive to watch every conscious thought melt from their heads and leak out through their pussies as he pressed his balls against their noses.

Speaking of noses, he could smell his own cum in the air, too. That was going to be bad for any visitors. Had it really been a good idea beyond the heat of the moment? Seriky rubbed his temples. At least the air was cooler now, and the other scents – like the juices of the three dragonesses – were all but washed away by the wonderful cold-machine in the living room. Maybe he could stay a little more in control, with that cool air feeling almost as orgasmic as the dozen or so actual orgasms he’d had in the last day.

But the point was that he had to take a proper role as a leader, as a true father, and make sure those affected by his scent were okay. How, he didn’t know yet, but he’d figure it out.

Two phones suddenly chimed. He picked up one, thankfully unlocked, that belonged to July. It was nothing but a casual “hi” from one of her friends, but Seriky quickly realized that she wouldn’t be showing up for work tomorrow. Not knowing that July was self-employed, he quickly found the company email and fired off an email saying she’d caught the flu and needed a week or so off, in a futile attempt to start taking care of things.

Then he picked up the othe_r phone, bringing it to the other bathroom as she went to grab a washcloth too, just about to wipe down the dragonesses somewhat when he realized it was a message from his aunt. _Fuck. Scrolling through the message history, he soon found that Iridena had just invited her this morning to come visit. Fuuuck.

He’d either get a scolding or a fourth member for his harem because of the goddamn cum-filter. Ugh! Seriky felt increasingly stressed but forced himself to try to calm down a little as he began to dutifully wipe his partners clean of any excess juices.

It’d be fine. He just had to act responsibly from now on.

It’d be fine, Seriky repeated to himself. One task at a time.

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