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Author's note: Hello! I beg your forgiveness for my absence with a new complete tale, filled with all the good stuff. Size difference, mpreg, dragon cocks, transformations and egg laying. Both of these books are available on smashwords, The Male Mates of Dragons I and The Male Mates of Dragons II if you feel hungry for more delicious dragon action or want a convenient ebook version for only a few bucks.

Summary: The handsome knight Lucas must struggle to keep his wits about him as he's forcibly transformed into the perfect mate for a vicious dragon. His companions suffer the same fate and together, they find themselves trapped in an erotic egg laying cycle with seemingly no escape! But help comes from a rival dragon faction, though Lucas may find himself paying the ultimate price to be sure at least one of their number escapes their cruel fate...

The Male Mates of Dragons I

I

The knights were gathered around their campfire while the wind howled. Snow was coming down and the sky was dark and gray. The eyes of their sorry company were always scanning the sky, dragons had begun moving into the kingdom of Trystian and war had broken out between humans and dragonkind for the mountain kingdom that stretched across the land like a spindly hand.

Their sparse post was set at the very edges of where the two kingdoms met and the snow swirled as the young men of the lonely contingent looked above their heads with a nervous fretfulness, unknowing exactly where the winged danger would appear next.

"Soup's on," a gruff looking man said.

He was a knight of some foreign order, mercenary, who had been hired as one of many numbers sent to these far edges to pad out the ranks of a dying nobility. He had dark hair and darker tattoos around his deeply tanned skin, he looked like the sort more at home in a desert than a winter landscape.

"I don't like him," a young knight said, "what's his name? Krakkart. Krunkunt."

Lucas heaved a sigh, it was Arc hissing at him again. His dearest friend but also a knight from a high noble house who had come on behalf of his father, probably without knowing he was the most expendable of his siblings and therefore the most fit for war. He was skilled but impatient and lacked the experience that came with years and temperance.

"You don't have to like Krewhart," Lucas reminded him, "you just have to respect his orders."

"He goes off sometimes," Arc said, "I don't know to where. I watched him."

This was curious indeed but he was a mercenary with few ties to the local land.

"He could be hunting," Lucas said, "not all our provisions are palatable to the foreign, the salt fish it's said is particularly hated and we're virtually buried in the stuff this far from provisions."

Arc looked at the ground, he held his spear in a childish, easy way though he was well over his twentieth year.

"I've never seen him come back with anything," Arc said, then he lowered his voice to a mere whisper, "and he goes off sometimes at night. I can't help but wonder if he's a spy-"

"There's broth by the fire," the voice startled them both.

It was the commander, Sir Emeric. He was a tall, pale haired man with a handsome face. He put a hot pot of broth into the hands of Lucas and another was given to Arc, who shivered and nodded his thanks.

They sat together near the fire on a cramped log, while the others chatted together, went on watch and otherwise occupied themselves as best they could in a winter wasteland. Some were even sparring.

"Seb! You bastard! Kicking snow in the eyes is cheating!" one knight cried.

A round of laughter went up at the knight's expense. But while they struggled to maintain some degree of cheer a dark cloud hung over their party.

"I don't know what we're going to do," Arc said, sitting his lance down with a bang, "the high houses are against pushing into the northern lands because the barbarians are wont to shut down trade if they feel their lands are being compromised, the low houses are angry more of our men are dying by the day and here we are, at the ends of the earth. Skilled dragon hunters employed as a lowly group of watchmen."

"Really Arc," Lucas said, "I'd rather have things be less exciting than more. Or did you forget Sir Regit's awful cries when he was burned alive by the great dragon's flame?"

They both looked away at the cold, snowy ground. The sound of his screams would haunt them forever, there had only been a molten metal heap afterwards to bury. Impossible to take flesh from mail, or bone from helm.

"I'm glad most dragons are small," Arc said, quietly, "the big ones are terrifying. But we did beat it back, together in Luffen."

"Yes, we did," Lucas said, and it was the only thought keeping him warm on such a cold day, "and the damn record keep was so startled he put it down as Dinian, the fool."

They laughed together, a cheerful sound against the cold wind that was battering them.

Soon there was a possibility that they would be moved further along the borders and launch an attack into the dragon lands proper, or at least that was the hope if the high nobles could stop arguing among themselves enough to listen to their knights, their commanders and their wishes. Until then, they made do with hot broth and huddling in small clumps next to a wind battered fire pit.

But as Lucas sipped his hot broth he felt as if there was some presence hanging over them, something very evil that wished them ill. Looking up at the snow filled sky he considered if all of his sacrifices had been worth it, his five other brothers had all given themselves to the war and the eldest had already died. His elder brother Martin had been given a hero's burial, as he had defeated one of the great dragons that had plagued them at the cost of his own life. But Lucas was only sitting at this campfire because Arc, his friend as well as his benefactor, had insisted, and also because all of his other brothers had and there was little more he could do to honor his dead father and weary mother as their aspirations to become proper nobility began to slip away with time. And age, and the darkness of a war that seemed to have no end.

One of the other men dropped his cup to the ground, it splashed and sizzled in the fire.

"Careful," Arc said, "mind the flames."

But when they both looked to the clumsy soldier his tongue was thick and practically popping from his mouth and the most horrible noises were coming from his throat.

"Cor!" someone shouted.

Several more of the men became just the same, falling over. Sir Emeric rushed over to one, then the other as they all began to fall. Soon, it was just four remaining standing. Arc, Seb, their lone archer Alfric and Lucas himself.

There was a terrible sudden silence over the camp, the howling of great winds picked up and Arc shivered, clutching Lucas' arm.

"Where they poisoned?" Lucas said.

"Oh yes," their commander said.

His white blond hair fluttered in the wind, he took off his helm and it was then that Lucas noticed his slightly pointed ears. There were no elves here, and with a shout Lucas saw the eyes of his commander that had gone fiery orange and slitted.

From above dark shapes began to fall in the swirling pattern of flurries and soon loud thuds slammed against the frozen ground. They were dragon shaped men, horrible mutants that breathed fire and set the bodies and camp alight in a single breath.

"Ahh!" Arc screamed, his blond hair whipping in the snow.

"Stay strong!" Lucas cried, reaching for his lance.

"Yes, stay strong mortal," the commander said, "for you are now condemned to a half-dragon's life with the taste of our blood."

"A what-" Lucas said.

But then Arc was torn away from him as a huge man-dragon grabbed his arms. There were other, more familiar dragon shapes among the strange half-brood, giant lizards, a curving serpentine beast with slim blade like teeth. That one let out a cry that was like a scream and grabbed Lucas in its jaws. He thought for sure he would soon feel a bite and his top half loose from his legs but instead the thing began to take flight, shaking him until he nearly lost his senses and dropped the lance in his hands.

The four of them were shouting, screaming carrying on. Arc had tried to smash the man-dragon in its eyes but his flailing only served to make the great monster boom out a roaring laugh that echoed over the charred bodies of their comrades.

"Commander! Sir Emeric!" Lucas said, "how could you! Betrayer!"

"I was never on your side," Emeric said, "we dragons could always walk with man. Such secret knowledge has been long lost to the ages. But now witness our strength, and feel blessed by your own luck. You survived the change, others were not so fortunate."

Their once commander then transformed into a beast that would have given the writers of great dragon legends pause, enormous and blackened with spikes all over his body, its burning eyes were filled with a rage unlike anything Lucas had ever seen.

Arc let out a scream of sheer terror, at the sight.

They were then suddenly lifted up and the biting wind and terrible cacophony of dragon kind soon silenced the shouts from their throats. They went up, and up for what seemed like an age until finally at long last they were dropped on some measure of solid ground. Still being carried in the jaws of a beast, Lucas struggled but to no avail. He was parted from the others and he reached out, panicked, as he saw them grow dimmer and disappear as he was taken into the depths of the mountain.

Down into the dark den of the dragons he was carried. There was a network of caverns that led out here and there into the sky, it was a strange turning sort of place that no doubt would have caused confusion to anyone who tried to invade it. By the time he was thrown aside on a heap of worn cushions that looked like they had been fetched from some ancient keep, Lucas had no way of knowing how or where he even was inside.

"Mortal," the serpentine dragon hissed.

It looked at him with such hunger, Lucas was afraid he would be devoured on the spot.

The serpent creature let out a shriek and gnashed its teeth. Lucas felt his own courage fail and began to tremble. To such an end like this, he prayed to the gods to be spared. Though he had some idea in his modest military career that they hardly listened to the cries of a man to be saved from his own plight.

But the snake thing receded from the tunnel and left Lucas to shake and tremble in a fright by himself for some moments. A different man-dragon lumbered its way into the tunnel, it held in its claws some soft looking robes.

"Strip," it demanded, "replace your things."

"Why?" Lucas demanded.

"Because I'll eat you otherwise, pitiful knight," it snarled.

It seemed its disposition was one of stark irritation. Lucas had no choice in the matter, at least not at the moment, so he did as he was told. He clutched the thick robe around himself and put on the soft skinned slippers and felt glad for the modicum of warmth they provided.

"Now wait," it growled at him, "and don't try to escape."

He had no illusions, he could see the dragon shadows just outside the mouth of the cave that were slowly growing darker as the sun slipped behind the horizon. It told him all he needed to know about his current chances to live past the doorway.

However, that didn't mean other opportunities wouldn't present themselves if given time.

He curled into himself on the heap of worn pillows and clutched himself tight for comfort. Before long, despite his terrors he found himself nodding off in a fitful sleep.

II

Lucas was rudely woken up by someone yanking open the front of his robe and grabbing at his chest. He yelped, and struggled and the claws of the great monster grabbed him tighter. Then he was unceremoniously slapped across the face, it smarted terribly and left him dizzy.

"Shut up," the irate dragon-man snarled, "I'll touch those human tits if I want, screaming will do you no good. Have some bravery Lucas, or do you not remember your old friend Krewhart?"

"Ah!" Lucas yelped, "get your hands off-!"

"Silence!" Krewhart hissed, his huge half-dragon form a monstrosity to behold.

His massive clawed hand struck Lucas again across the face, this time he was too dazed by the blow to fight back.

"Your situation is more dire than you think," Krewhart said, in a viciously delighted tone, "the poison you drank is already working within you. All it takes is one catalyst to force the issue, and our dragon magic will change you into something even your own flesh and blood would be horrified to behold. Be a good welper, and I won't hurt you so much as I would wish to."

"You've betrayed us, too," Lucas choked.

"I was never even human," Krewhart said, chuckling to himself, "poor Arc followed me one night and I had to do my best to mislead him. Led him into nothing, I did. And he just thought and thought, and wondered. But I knew a young coward like him would never make a move, not without his precious dog at his beck and call. You poor fool, that noble's son would have used you up to nothing but a miserable death at our claws before succumbing to his own cowardice. At least now, the welpling will be of use."

"Gods, my men," Lucas said.

With their commander having been a traitor, it was now up to him to take command by way of experience. But now more than ever, he felt his lack deepen. He had no idea what to do.

"They're being treated as you are," Krewhart said, "they also survived the magic in the broth cup. Feel blessed, you cur. Instead of being made into offal, you'll have our children."

"What?" Lucas said, horrified.

"Some dragons take women," Krewhart said, "others take men. But all of them fill their get with their eggs, and watch them writhe in shame as they birth them out."

The monster's eyes flashed with a ribald hunger that left Lucas breathless with fear.

"Be good," Krewhart said, "and I won't consider eating you, yet."

Hauled by his hair onto his knees, Lucas suddenly found himself staring at a huge, pulsating dragon cock. He swallowed thickly, gathering his resolve. They were forcing them all, who knew what his companions were being tormented with. And so, in the name of his valued men and his dear friend Arc, he would do whatever he had to, in order to continue his survival.

Sticking his tongue out, he gently licked the tip. It was an odd feeling, then with a reeling horror he realized that his tongue had recently split.

"Changing already," Krewhart grunted, "never mind it. Get to work, whore. Remember your little friends at the mercy of the others, and how much you'd like to see them next alive."

Lucas tried desperately not to recoil. He had a strong feeling that at the first sign of weakness he would be forced onto his back and treated to even worse abuse.

The smell of dragon musk was heady, whatever had changed in his body was being challenged by his mind. He felt his loins clench, unwillingly. His body grew warm. It was very easy to sink his mouth over the tip and hear his own, embarrassing pants as he did so.

"That's the way," Krewhart grunted, "sink deeper. Let it fill your nose and throat with the lustful smells of your rightful mates."

"No," Lucas said, rearing back, his panic taking over, "no, you're not rightful. You're not my mates! You're not-"

His hair was roughly grabbed and he was forced down on the scaled cock. If only his teeth could do any damage to dragon hide...but no struggle gave him any reprieve. He was forcefully plunged onto the dick and soon could do nothing but try to breathe around it, and struggle uselessly against the large clawed hands that held him down.

"There we are," Krewhart said, "that's better. Choke on it, whore. You thought you could best the scaled horde and now you're drinking enough precum to sate any lustful wench while on your knees. What an end for a knight, how I can't wait to see you on your back! Gods, take it deeper. Yes!"

And with a mighty wrench, Lucas was forced to his absolutely limit. His head forced down with a terrible pressure. He fought, he struggled, he felt the hot cum squirting down his throat. The things that were said to him were pure cruelty, he shook and trembled from the heat and the burning swirling sensations in his stomach.

"Ah!" Lucas cried, when he was pulled up.

He panted as semen spilled from his mouth. He had swallowed quite a lot and yet more had spilled from his lips and spattered down his flushed face. He could feel the wet against his cheeks and what was the strange feeling that was moving through his limbs?

"The magic is moving through you," said Krewhart, delighted, "I bet you can feel it changing every part of your body. Soon you'll be on your knees, begging for cock like a mewling beast! And I can't wait to spunk your murdering, knight's hole. Plunder it like a castle filled with gold! Ha!"

Oh, it hurt. That was all Lucas could think, as scales burst around his cheeks. He could feel sharp little fangs appear at the back of his mouth. He had to spit bloodied teeth. The dragon threw him to the ground and hovered over him, casting his large shadow. But Lucas looked at his hands and let out a despairing cry. They were lightly scaled, and clawed. He touched his face, mercifully not much had changed but then the pain in his head grew and grew and he collapsed to the ground, stomach filled with dragon semen that was changing him. Forcing horns to grow from the side of his brow.

"Ahh!" he let out a scream.

They wrenched their way free from his flesh, the terrible magic in the broth and the passionate expulsions of a dragon twisting their way through his body. He fell to the ground again, writhing until finally the pain subsided and his body was calm, only slight twitches remaining.

"Do you see now?" Krewhart said, moving over him, "We are your real masters, once child of man."

The heat warmed his body and he felt, with immense disgust, slight stirrings of affection. Lucas was still determined to kill the traitor Krewhart at some point, relieved that his mind was still his own even if his body was betraying him.

"Ah, that look," Krewhart said, almost lovingly, "I'm glad you still have some fire in your veins. You're going to need it when I put my eggs into you."

"I'll kill yo-!" Lucas cried.

But was interrupted when he felt a wrench below his back, the tail bone having exploded into something long and scaled.

The dragon-man let out an amused cackle, he then grabbed the tail squeezing it roughly.

"You have your bitches tail now!" Krewhart laughed.

Pulling on the tail made Lucas feel almost delirious. It was a strange sort of pleasure, close to pain.

"Ahh!" Lucas cried, "you bastards! Monsters!"

Pulled backwards with surprising gentility, Lucas found himself pressed against the great body of a dragon-man.

"Mewl wetly," Krewhart said, "you're becoming an egg bearer. That sweet hole you've tried to protect from me is twitching, moistening, eagerly waiting to accept the cock of a dragon conqueror."

"I'm not conquered!" Lucas cried.

There were tears in his eyes, he struggled not to let them fall. His body was changing, shifting. Transforming. He could feel it, bit by bit as the spunk and tainted magic worked through him.

"Ah, yes, writhe pretty dragon mate, egg bearing knight," Krewhart hissed.

"Get away!" Lucas cried.

He was a dragon lancer, a scaled killer. He had risen up the ranks through hard work and battles he had won against impossible odds. And a traitor had gotten the better of him.

"I'll kill you!" Lucas wailed, again.

Krewhart laughed, he grabbed Lucas around the waste with his massive claws and sank him, slowly, agonizingly, onto the tip of his cock.

It should have been an agony, a horrifying pain. Instead Lucas felt himself panting, his hole twitching, sucking in the tip.

"Nooo!" he cried, pitifully.

It was so much worse than torture.

"Do you feel it," Krewhart said, "the tip is already oozing. Your tight hole is going to be a broken in dragon snatch by the end."

"I won't give up," Lucas said, twisting himself around.

But it wasn't any use, the dragon-man forced him lower. And lower. And then Lucas was crying out, wailing. For his future, for his past or for his men who were surely being tortured similarly, it wasn't evident.

"Scream murdering bitch," Krewhart snarled, "take the cock that you so hate in your drooling slit!"

"Ahh!" Lucas cried.

His eyes were manic and wide, they had gone from their natural human green into hot and orange the slit forming in his gaze as surely as the tail had. Each thrust seemed to mark him more as part of the dragon horde.

On his knees Lucas could see his lightly clawed and scaled hands scrambling for purchase, he could feel the massive cock sliding back and forth inside his hole. It should have killed him, the size was so great but instead it was causing him to nearly black out from the pleasure.

"Noo- noo!" he moaned, as he was wickedly fucked, "Please!"

"You'll beg for my semen before the end," grunted Krewhart, "you'll weep for it every time I climb on your body and mate you like the whore you are!"

With pounding thrusts Lucas was fucked until he could hardly take it anymore. Flung onto his back and spread open, the great dragon-man climbed on top of him. The creature's two forelegs were in front while the other legs bent at the knees and forced his own thighs open. His hole twitched, empty and gaping.

"This is the moment of your becoming," Krewhart hissed, licking his fanged lips, "whore of the mountain. Egg layer of the mighty dragon Elharg! Destroyer of the skies!"

"I'll never be-!" Lucas tried to cry.

But the dragon slid the tip in, and only the tip at first. And then drew in with such slowness Lucas heard himself make shameful, lustful sound as his body longed for the rest.

"Take my spunk," Krewhart hissed, "and lay the eggs of the race meant to destroy you!"

"Nooo!" Lucas moaned.

He was already too far gone, his will had slipped away little by little. All he could do was feel the massive cock plundering his insides. Rapidly reshaping them. Reaching depths he'd never thought possible, pummeling the fresh womb that had been born from magic and cruelty and the will to dominate.

"Ahh!" Lucas cried.

The dragon-man thrust deep, his balls were massive and Lucas could feel them twitch. Could feel the spunk in great gobs being pumped into his weeping hole. He could feel his insides being changed and enslaved by the dragon spunk. The dragon grabbed the sides of his head, he touched the edges of his newly sprouted horns, rubbing them in a peculiar way.

"No-oo stop!" Lucas struggled but to no avail, "I can't- I'm going to- Ahh!"

His whole body twitched like it was on fire. He came shuddering, clenching all over, sucking the semen inside.

"Cum again, whore," Krewhart said, "soon those male bits will be useless decoration. You'll not know woman ever again, or family. Or anything but our scaled claws and our cocks plundering your ravaged, ruined once human cunt!"

"Ahh!" Lucas screamed.

From the orgasm and the horror of it, his body convulsed. His thighs trembled. Everything twitched and writhed, quivering from the stimulation. His horns felt so strange, electric shocks went through his body every time they were stroked. The dragon-man grabbed them roughly and then mightily thrust.

"Ahh!" he cried, again.

"Six or seven ought to do it," Krewhart cackled, "then you'll be really begging me. Your brain so sodden with dragon cum you won't even know your name. The truth is, you don't have one! Not anymore. You're merely our mate, our pleasure whore. The womb that will expel eggs of vengeance against our foes! Now take my cum again, slut, and may it quicken inside you!"

Once again, Lucas felt himself twitching, tightening and trembling all over. Shaking so hard he thought he'd black out, but unfortunately, he was aware of the feeling of large dragon balls twitching against his backside. He could feel the cum shoot hot inside of him, the cock plundering his freshly ruined hole. It was only then, when the true horror set in that this was to be his eternity, that he began to weep.

III

It was after some months went by that Lucas felt brave enough to touch his stomach. It was swelling and growing larger by the day. He was still light headed, he would go days being ravaged by the wicked Krewhart and his massive dragon cock. There were other dragons who surveyed the area, watchmen, much as he had been. They all had names but Lucas didn't care to learn them, they were merely 'enemy' as much as he was 'whore'. That at least, hadn't changed.

Leaning up against the wall of his grotto, Lucas touched a growing gap in it. He pondered if it was big enough to escape from and how, if not, he might dig it larger and hide from his captors. His eyes watered at the thought of seeing his home again, even the roughshod tents and tough military rations would be welcome, a place he knew and had at least desired to protect.

He had no idea what had happened to his men, though sometimes on the air he heard human sounding cries. They kept them all separate with vast swathes of skies between their dens, dragons could easily fly to such areas but even in their half-dragon form, the egg layers it seemed weren't gifted the same ability. There were blockades of dragons everywhere and Lucas couldn't even relieve himself without having one of the creatures lumber after him and watch, while he squatted and shivered in the cold mountain air. It disgusted him, having them so near all the time.

He clutched the thin robes he was allowed to wear, mere formalities as they were tossed aside more often than not and considered the gap in his den once again. There was a chance it led to another tunnel, there was no wind or light from the outside. He touched it, then jumped backwards. He could see something through it.

An eye?

"You don't know me," the voice was cultured, smooth, very human, "nor do I know you. But I would very much like to. But I know your human name, Lucas of the Dragon Watch."

"Yes," Lucas said, "how? Who are you? What are you? Have you come to mock me, too?"

"I haven't come to harm you," the voice said, "I've come to tell you that not all dragons think the same as these ones. I want to help you, and cause discord to these overly aggressive fools who ruin dragonkind's reputation with foolish wars."

"Discord?" Lucas said.

"Yes," the voice said, "I know one of the men taken with you was a noble of high birth, his family tracks the footprints in the snow. They kill. They find nothing. If I can offer him, then there's a chance at least the red dragons can foster peace. But I must know exactly who he is, what he looks like. I have no ability to discern either and I know he may be much changed...as you are."

"Gods, you're talking about Arc," Lucas said, "he was the youngest, blond hair. Very brave. I've no idea where he is or what they've done to him. But that's his name, not his title. And he- he'll remember me. I'm sure of it. Ask him where our first dragon kill was, if it's Arc he'll say Luffen. Anyone else, they say Dinian. There was an incorrectness in the report, no one cared but us."

"What of the others," the voice asked, "describe them to me, so I might make no mistakes."

"Seb is dark haired, blue eyed, we look similar. Alfric is our archer, the son of a celebrated blacksmith, his mother is the best steel maker Trystian has ever know. His hair is soft brown and his eyes are- they were, hazel."

"You've been a great help," the voice said, "we can now proceed. After the first laying, we'll make our move. Be patient, friend. We're here to help you, know that even if you can't see us we watch for our moment to strike."

"Please save them," Lucas said, "I can barely keep my head straight, I can't fight. I can't even think!"

"I understand how difficult the first months can be," the voice said, "but they will get better. I'll come back for you after, I promise. Keep faith."

"Thank you," Lucas said, sinking to his knees.

He rested his forehead against the wall, feeling delirious. All he wanted to do was curl up and rest, or perhaps feel the hot dragon spunk shoot inside of him-

He tried to push those thoughts away, but was failing.

The curve of his stomach was so large and full he clutched it underneath, and felt the lust burn through his loins.

"Egg bearer," Krewhart hissed.

"What," he snapped.

"You're to lay," Krewhart said, "come with me to the dens. You can see your little friends, they all miss you to be sure."

"My men," Lucas said, "how many survived?"

"All of those you saw taken," the dragon-man said, "they were very good knights, spreading their whore legs like cum addled sluts and now they must bear our children, just as you will. Follow me."

With some trepidation but having little choice to do anything else, Lucas followed the dragon closely behind. They went into an isolated room even deeper in the mountain that resembled a nest of a great creature. It was very large and the floor was littered with hay and straw. The materials were in large comfortable piles and Lucas wanted to do nothing but flop onto their comfort.

"Go on," Krewhart said, as if he could read his mind, "lay down in your den. We'll leave you to it, you and your little friends will be having quite a charming time."

"Someday I'm going to kill you," Lucas said, voice trembling.

"But not today," he said.

The dragon-man laughed, low and wicked as he left the grotto.

The others rushed from their alcoves, as the dark shadowed form of the dragon lumbered away.

"Good gods," Alfric said, "Lucas! You're alive!"

"I am," Lucas said, tears springing to his eyes at seeing them.

"I thought you were dead," Seb said, reaching out to grasp Lucas' arm.

They were all much changed, though not unrecognizable. Their horns and sweeping robes barely hid the enormous swell of their stomachs. And the slight scales of their necks and cheeks were similarly green and glittering.

"I hope you haven't suffered too much," Lucas said.

"They're feeding us and keeping us," Seb said, "well enough. Though I'm not fond of this, there's a sinister air about leaving us here."

The last of their sorry crew was finally thrown in, he landed on a heap and there was blood on his claws. Arc sprang up flush faced and enraged.

"Damn bastards!" Arc said.

"What happened to you?" Alfric asked.

"I tried to escape," Arc said, hopelessly, "and I failed."

"There may yet be a chance," Lucas said, keeping the secret rescuer close to his chest, "you must keep hope and wait patiently."

"I can't stand this," Arc said, passion in his eyes, "it's like being back in my father's house! Trapped with no where to go!"

"Be glad your father is rich enough that there may be an opportunity for ransom," Seb said, "the rest of us have to rely on the chance our wits will outdo our foes."

Arc looked hurt and Lucas felt himself spring to his defense as he had on so many times before.

"If such a thing were being brokered," Lucas said, "it would have already come to pass. We're all trapped here as equals, these things do whatever they wish to us and we have no choice but to endure until escape is assured. Be glad to be alive, you saw what happened to the rest."

They were all rather pensive, the friends they had left behind may still be laying dead, frigid and burned in the snowy wastes.

Arc let out a faint noise and clutched his stomach.

"I think those things are moving around," he said.

"Egg laying," Seb said, his handsome face contorting with disgust, "that's what they keep groaning about in my ear."

"Mine too," Alfric said.

Lucas felt a cold sweat grow on his brow, he knew it as well as they did. They were doomed to have at least one clutch, how terrible it would be he wasn't sure. But birth had never seemed easy by human or animal...

Arc was brought to his knees, trembling. Lucas rushed to help, gently touching his shoulder.

"No!" Arc cried, "please, please don't touch me! I don't think I can bear it!"

With sudden swiftness, Arc tore at the robes they were forced to wear until he was nude. It was disturbing seeing his eyes so wide, his mind anywhere but with them.

"Arc!" Lucas cried.

But soon he felt the same, terrible urge.

"Oh gods," he collapsed to his knees.

And there went Seb too, and Alfric who let out a moan. The four handsome knights were reduced to mewling on their collapsed hands and knees. Faces pressed into the hay, all they felt was a delirious, pleasurable swirl that grew as a vortex.

Lucas felt the first twitch keenly, it was such an odd feeling. A lashing of pleasure all through his abdomen and limbs. He let out a groan and twitched, cumming instantly. He should have been ashamed, disgusted with himself, for orgasming so shamelessly in front of his companions. But they were in the same straits and were hardly in a position to think. Soon he felt the feeling of pushing, tensing in body until he felt his tender and well used hole widen. Softening, until from its depths came a perfectly white egg.

When Lucas looked through the valley of his pale, trembling thighs he could see it, moist and glistening. It gave him a turn and he let out a frightened cry. But it didn't stop it. One after the other, they gave birth. One egg, then dozens. And after an hour the four of them were in a twitching, spunk stained heap.

Seb was letting out disgraceful moans, his handsome face contorted and lax from overwhelming pleasure. He had let out at least a dozen eggs and seemed to be in no sign of stopping. Arc reached behind himself and touched his swollen hole, he let out a disgraceful moan and began fist fucking himself. Reaching almost his full hand inside. That had encouraged more eggs to come out and soon he was dropping them as quickly as he could twitch them out.

There was nothing they could do about it and nor would they want to at this point. Lucas looked at Alfric's contorted pleasure soaked face and felt the burning lust nearly consume him.

"I want to kiss you," Lucas said, ashamed horribly by the urge.

His eyes softened, they weren't piteous, merely loving.

"Then kiss me," Alfric said.

They pressed their lips together, bodies twitching as another egg dropped from their loins almost at the same time.

It was as if a dam had been broken. Moaning and contorting they touched lips with each other and tongues. Face to face in turns, Lucas found himself licking Arc's tongue and pressing against Seb's hot lips and then collapsing to his side as his body's exhaustion took over.

The four were in a sodden heap, the smell of sex and love making thick on the air. It was as if their bodies were soaked by it, their holes twitching and unleashing as many eggs as it could. They piled up around them, each one squeezed out gently from their softened orifices.

It seemed Seb was the one with the most difficult endurance, he kept cumming more than any man should. His whole body trembling and twitching until his eyes rolled back in his head. Lucas tried to comfort him, but any touch would send them aflame again and they would groan, another egg slipping out of their loose holes unleashing an aroused and thickened wetness that slid down their thighs.

"I can't-" Seb moaned, "I can't keep my mind."

"It's all right," Arc said, panting, "let it break for a bit."

"Noo-oo!" Seb said.

It explained his difficulties, here he was trying to maintain order in his thoughts but Lucas knew during this time it would be impossible. He could hardly keep them while being mounted, a hateful activity he despised. He couldn't stop himself from cumming from the massive thrust of dragon cock in his holes, anymore than he could from laying their eggs.

"Don't fight it," Lucas said, "save your strength!"

"Nooo-ooo I can't, I can't break! Not like this!" Seb said, writhing.

His back arched and he gave birth again, to several eggs in one go. It was a terrible, wondrous sight. Lucas felt himself shuddering and twitching from the sight of Seb, the handsome lancer, who had killed countless dragons brought to his side from an egg laying orgasm of immense proportions. Resistance of course, only seemed to make it worse and he had resisted much, and was now paying the price for it.

"God's sake, you idiot," Alfric groaned.

He crawled next to Seb and began making love to his mouth, touching his nipples, grabbing him everywhere. Touching his convulsing penis and finally, placing his hand inside his twitching, over loosened hole.

"Ahh!" Seb cried.

"Cum it out hard," Alfric said, "it's the only way to keep your mind after! Let them have their petty triumphs over our bodies because we'll never be conquered in spirit. Now cum again! Listen to me you fool, I'm trying to help."

With the pressure from inside, Seb found himself trembling and breaking. It was a wonderfully shattering, Lucas felt it deeply within himself, just as another egg expelled slowly from his moistened hole.

They were all a ruin, made of sweat and heat and sex. Writhing over one another as the thick smell of their eggs overwhelmed their sense. They claws and teeth clacked together as they drew together in a sensual pile, their scales and skins shifting against their wet thighs.

"Is this love?" Arc said, weakly, "I've never known it, until now."

"Shh," Lucas said.

He didn't want to confuse him, he was still so young. Too young to be put to such physical tortures. So instead, Lucas pressed his mouth to him and touched his fork tongue with his own and felt some protective strength over his survivors.

Once the heat of their egg laying had faded enough for them to get up, and dressed and cleaned with provided waters, they were allowed only a few moments together before being whisked away again by their captors.

No doubt this was an attempt to keep them from conspiring any means of escape, or revenge.

"You can't take me back," Seb said, struggling against the immense serpentine creature's arms, "I won't! I refuse! Let me go you damn bastards! You nightmares born from the stench of an offal pit! I refuse to be your whore!"

"Ha! Shout and moan all you like," the serpentine dragon said, "you'll scream ever louder later, on my cock!"

Seb was in a realm of panic, his eyes wide.

"Stay strong!" Lucas cried.

But it was no use, his last sight of his friend was the terror written all over his face as the serpentine dragon wrapped around him and carried him away, shouting.

It was the same for the rest, though it seemed the unusual dragons came in many different sizes. Alfric was carried away by a horde of immense looking beasts. Lucas felt nervous for him, how had he even taken cocks of that size into his body at all?

But then the greatest shock was who came for Arc.

"Ah, Lucas," Sir Emeric said, "I see you've been very busy. Such a horde of eggs is a proud gift for your new masters."

"You're not my master," Lucas said.

Arc looked afraid, he clutched at Lucas.

"For the spoiled brat of a noble," the commander said, "he takes his breedings very well. He did try a little too hard initially to be modest. Like your poor friend Seb, it's the fastest way to break one's mind into pieces. Let's hope he grows tired of it before sanity leaves him entirely. Arc, come here."

"N-no," Arc said, "gods I don't want to! I don't want to have your children again!"

"Silence!" Emeric said.

He then transformed into a great and sinister dragon. The roar that bellowed had Lucas clutching his ears against it, fingers brushing against his own horns. How he hated his new body, how he despised this evil man who had slipped into their ranks and betrayed them all. How many other dragons were doing the same? Half-dragon and full dragon alike.

"Arc go with him," Lucas said, "keep your pride intact. I'm not afraid, I know these monsters will fall one day and we'll be freed."

"How overly confident," Emeric roared, "now come to me, Arc. You know what awaits you as the sun falls behind the clouds and your body craves more than anything, the taste of your new master."

"Gods," Arc said, in a frightened gasp, "how can you be so brave, Lucas?"

"I think of our homeland," Lucas said.

"I will try that then," Arc said, every step trembling, not only because his body was sore from the egg laying, "in your honor."

When their old commander had swiped Arc away, Lucas was alone for time. He looked at the ground pensively and fell to his knees. He had been so strong, for them. But he fell to the floor on his hands and felt the warm ground and saw the eggs that he had laid and began to cry.

"I want them with me," he groaned, "I want to do it again! Gods, why am I twisted and turned like this? I don't want to be honorable, I want to lay with my companions! I want to touch their bodies as they writhe in pleasure! I want them!"

Lucas heaved in a breath, tears fell to the floor. He was truly the worst and lowliest of them all.

"Save your tears," Krewhart startled him, "for later tonight, broodmare."

"I'm not yours-" Lucas sniffed, he wiped his eyes and he attempted a glare.

The dragon-man laughed, and laughed. His great voice bellowing.

"Of course not," Krewhart said, rather lightly, "you egg layers break yourselves only with each other. It's been the way of our people for centuries. And now you've got a taste, you won't want to see them gone. Don't you understand? This is how eventually we prevent escapes. Someday you will cling to each other's arms and never wish to be parted except when you're mated with ourselves. But we take it slow, who knows what you'd come up with when your minds are still your own."

Lucas trembled with rage. So that was their real intent, separate them, terrify them, then allow them comfort in each other's arms. They were intending to break them with their own fearful, loving companionship. It was the worst kind of evil.

"You disgust me," Lucas hissed.

But the dragon-man turned around his body with lightning speed, he snatched Lucas and dragged him over his arm, screaming.

"You bastard! Monster!" Lucas cried.

"Struggle hardest while mounted on my cock," Krewhart snarled, "you feel best when you're warm and twitching."

"Auugghh!" Lucas snarled.

Gods what he wouldn't give for his lance now, for his armor. For a fair fight between the two of them that rose such ire in his chest he would surely win.

But he was returned to his grotto, alone and missing his companions with such a blazing agony he clutched at his chest and fell to his knees. This strange weakness they were cultivating, it was all to their grand purpose. To fill the world with their violent horde and take it over egg by egg.

He didn't want that fate for anyone, least of all his men.

Several days went by in miserable quiet. After laying in a heap recovering, half delirious from frustration and the pains in his heart from his lost friends, he finally heard a rather loud shout. There was an explosive noise, like that of dragon fire.

Pressing up against the gap in his grotto he could just make out through the small gap that a great red dragon had breached the wall. It was their would-be rescuer, he had come finally. Though there were only few and it was likely that Arc would be the first retrieved, as they had discussed.

Pain ripped through him at the thought of being parted and he knew just as he had known he was about to lay an egg, that Arc would be feeling the same fear. He might struggle against his rescuers, or worst alert their evil captors what was about to occur.

"Be strong," Lucas willed, "remember our homeland."

It took everything to fight against his nature, his desire to shout and cry out to the dragons outside his grotto to help. When he opened his eyes, the battle had been quelled. The red dragon had made off with his prize and while there was an ache in his chest, Lucas felt better than he had in quite some time.

"Raauugghhhh!"

The roar boomed through the grotto, out into the sky and through the mountain itself with its tormented rage and Lucas, for the first time in a long while, felt a genuine smile cross his face. Oh, how sir Emeric's plan had been foiled on this day!

"Bring the schemer," the voice hissed, its raging roar vibrating through every grotto, "the one who allowed the betrayer into our halls!"

It wasn't long until Krewhart arrived to carry Lucas on his wings to the central hall, the place where they had been dragged in first, kicking and screaming. There was Emeric, as the great black dragon itself. Enormous and intimidating, the full blooded form was immense and terrifying.

"Do you think you've won," it spat at him.

Lucas looked away, "I wouldn't say I've lost, per say."

"You bitch!" Emeric roared.

But Lucas wasn't afraid, if he'd meet his own death at least one of his men had made it out alive and safe. He said as much.

"Feeling foiled?" Lucas said, proudly,"all I had to do was wait for your own enemies to appear snapping at the gates, begging for our help to ruin your monstrous war against mankind! You won't win, not as long as I'm alive! I'll see to it."

The great dragon looked consumed by rage, for a moment Lucas though he'd be eaten whole. Then the fire in its eyes seemed to quell, and become more pensive.

"No, I'll not lose even the schemer to the red dragons, one egg layer is quite enough," the dragon began to pace, its great form moving serpentine in the immense hall, "and the family will be horrified. He underestimates the hate humans have for things that are so different from themselves. He will be taken back, if at all, and shut up in a tower no doubt. To languish, alone and suffering. Yes, yes. Not until we return for him will he have any sense of himself at all."

Satisfied that human suffering was still the result of the day, it seemed the intense rage had calmed. But sir Emeric's cruel gaze now fell on Lucas himself. Krewhart went so far as to clutch Lucas' arm in his immense grip as a nervous gesture.

"Every layer is precious," Krewhart said.

"Shut up, Krewhart," the dragon said, "I will merely replace one with the other temporarily. A single night and this mewling welp will surely be begging to be sent back to your arms himself and long ever so much for your protection."

Krewhart didn't like this much but it wasn't as if he was in a position to do battle against sir Emeric himself.

"As you wish," Krewhart said.

"Don't look so aggrieved, I won't kill him," Emeric said, "I'm just going to fuck him until he breaks, wretchedly on the ground begging for your comforts. Now go, fool, back to your grotto where your mate will surely be deposited a weeping heap when I'm done with him."

"As you wish," Krewhart said, again, snarl in his tone.

It was almost touching being cared about, if Lucas would have cared anything at all for the feelings of the vile dragon horde that had enslaved him. The dragons left, and he was now alone in an immense hall, large enough to fit a huge dragon inside of it.

"Get on your knees."

The command was issued and it brooked no refusal.

Lucas did as he was told. His life was saved, at least, temporarily. The day was won, for now. Whatever humiliation he was about to endure, was worth at least that much.

The shadow of a great dragon moved over him.

"It takes time for the egg layers to work up to their mate's true form," Emeric said, "Arc took to it immediately, his mind fractured from the first thrust. Will you be the same, I wonder?"

Lucas sucked in a breath.

Gods, he meant to mate him as a giant!

"You'll be nothing but a heap of sodden cum soaked flesh when I'm done with you," the foiled Emeric growled.

The robe was ripped away by the single swipe of a claw. And that was when Lucas saw the immense dragon penis slowly leaving its sheath. As angry and red as the eyes of the one who owned it, the thing twitched and the tip looked swollen. Ready to rut and mate.

The massive claw pressed his whole body to the ground and Lucas felt himself panting from fear, the sweat rising on his body as he felt the massive tip touch the very edges of his loosened hole. It hadn't been that long since the laying, he still felt opened up in a way he hadn't before.

But perhaps that was to his advantage as he felt the massive sheath begin to penetrate him.

"Ahhh!" he couldn't help the cry that escaped his lips.

"Weep pitifully," the dragon growled, "son of man, transformed! The womb inside of you quivers for dragon cum and it will have more than its share tonight!"

The massive penis stretched and opened and was slowly forced deeper, and deeper still until Lucas had no idea if it would breach even up into his throat. But soon, the dragon began to move and grunt, its loud roars echoing in the massive hall.

It wasn't painful, it was quite the opposite. A terrible, wicked pleasure unlike anything even so far Lucas had felt. It was almost as good as laying eggs, perhaps it was on account of the great monster being a true blooded dragon. He had no idea, as once the third thrust seated the cock deep inside of him he had barely the sense to think of anything at all.

"N-nooo!" Lucas began to moan, mindlessly, "Oohhh!"

"You've schemed and stolen what wasn't yours!" the mighty dragon roared, "now stretch and writhe on my cock! I'll be sure your swollen up beyond all hope of ever escaping with the brood of your conquerors!"

"Ahh!" Lucas cried.

He was almost crushed under the great claws of the dragon, his body filled with its giant cock. He had no fight left in him, but somewhere deep in what little was left of his will he knew enough not to fight. That it only made it worse, and he could keep more of himself if he let the monster have its way for now.

"Now take my spunk," the dragon Emeric roared, "whore of Elghen's horde!"

The pummeling of his inner walls began, there was so much cum. Such an immense torrent that it overflowed his hole, it breached outside of his inner walls and spilled from him even as his stomach bloated from the massive gobs shooting inside.

Without any kindness, he was shoved off the dragon's penis and forced around.

"Let me see that pitiful face, ah yes, good. Good! You're broken beyond repair," Emeric said.

The massive dragon penis then twitched and a wave was splattered all over his body. It marred his chest, splattered over his bulging stomach and coated his thighs. And it was all Lucas could do to open his mouth and catch some spatters on his tongue. The taste was heady and he felt the accursed dragon magic move through his body, as if awakening his inner, despairing desire for laying their eggs.

And from this spunking, there was sure to be so many. His thighs twitched and his gaping hole oozed. He was the picture of a ruined man.

The once commander then transformed himself into the handsome, human form he had before. Light hair billowing in the air, fine angled face smirking in triumph. His pale hand reached out for Lucas' spunk stained cheek and held him by the chin.

"You are conquered," Emeric said, "say it."

Lucas quailed, what little remained of his mind balked.

"Say it," Emeric said, "or I'll do what I did to you, to your friends and you can watch them break even more as they aren't nearly so hardy."

Lucas sucked in a breath.

"I'm conquered," he whispered, cum still staining his fine mouth.

"That you are," Emeric said.

He then pressed his lips to Lucas mouth, forcing his forked tongue against his own.

"Bitch!" Emeric snarled.

He then slapped Lucas hard against the cheek, but even that abuse only caused his body to light up and he felt himself convulsing, cumming as sir Emeric laughed wickedly.

But as Lucas laid against the cool ground and felt his thighs twitching almost painfully from lust, he knew they weren't yet finished. That the human race may yet win against the dragon horde with the help of the red dragons.

"Take him back to his mate," Emeric snarled, "the schemer disgusts me with his presence."

For all the bite of his insults, they both knew who had really won the day. The ex-commander turned into a dragon and flew back on wings of defeat to his hovel.

Though covered in thick gobs of dragon spunk and ruined by a massive dragon cock Lucas still found it in himself to smile, triumphant. His mind was still his own despite his breaking.

He had been victorious, if only just.

FIN

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