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The hyena leaned back against the firm scales of his Master's humanoid form as he sat in the creature's lap. The draconic figure was but a fraction of the wizwyrm's true size and majesty, but even that was enough to make him something beyond metahumanity -- a rippling physique of athletic muscle underneath golden scales that towered over the swollen-bellied pup. His owner could manhandle him at his leisure -- not that the dragon needed to rely upon such a crass method of control. His pup was happy to acquiesce to his gold wyrm's wishes and obey his every order. The gentle, enthralling glow from the dragon's magic in his eyes, sustained by the fetching gilded band of metal around his neck, made sure of that even after all these months.

Currently, those gold-hued eyes looked up to Kaldakaczil's whiskered lips with fawning devotion, or at least as much as the changeling could while gently nuzzling his nose along the man's broad jaw. Barely a thought passed through the former hacker's mind besides the adoring pleasure he felt and the safety he reveled in while his Master's arm and wing wrapped around him, cradling him possessively against his powerful frame. Neither of those impulses held a candle to the emotion tumbling through his lithe, flat breast at the moment, though -- pride. An emotion which roared in his bosom with every tender stroke from his owner's hands against his egg-filled abdomen. The dragon's claws brushed along his cream-colored belly, tracing over the enchanted brand he wore above his womb that marked him, and, more importantly, his fertility, as his Master's property.

"Soon," the giant of a reptile rumbled lovingly into his pet's ears. Kaldakaczil's palm pressed along the hyena's bloated belly, squeezing just firm enough to feel the individual eggs growing within him. How they had arranged themselves within the cramped confines of his womb. Once again, the dragon's hold came to the lowest one, arranged precariously close to the clamped gate that had failed to deny the wyrm's entrance all those months ago. "Any minute now."

The toy's ears flushed with an excited blush. A quiet huff rolled from his lips, before he buried his snout as best he could into the draconic humanoid's scaled neck and huffed the comforting saffron flavor which clung to his owner's body. The both of them had looked forward to this day ever since he first... ever since this clutch had been sired, auspicious enough that the wizwyrm had taken the day off from his constant plots and schemes to be there for the laying. The folds of his cunt were wet, drooling with the excitement building within his body as he rested one of his hands over his owner's groping touch, whilst between his legs the dragon's own arousal was allowed to throb at half-mast. The pink, tapered point occasionally tapped at his slick labia whenever an excited pulse raced through the lascivious spire, inevitably painting either its owner's own scales or the spotted fur of his thighs in the musky ambrosia which poured forth.

A whine briefly crossed the changeling's lips as he felt another clench in his abdomen, the half-dozen eggs nestled within his womb shifting subtly in preparation for their laying. The hyena calmed himself after the reflexive clamp by taking another breath from his Master's scaled neck, while the dragon's ridged prick responded to his ever more frequent birthing pangs with a rivulet-spilling throb against his flexing sex. The hand against his belly squeezed supportively, adding that extra bit of reassurance that everything was going to be alright... or perhaps out of an increased sense of possessiveness now that his brood pup was so very close to bringing his spawn into the world at large.

Either way, it made the cuntyeen's tail bob with his budding excitement before attempting to relax once more in his owner's arms, before a second firmer squeeze from the muscles around his womb brought a low, whimpering whine to his throat. His toes clenched against the large dragon's calves, fingers holding tightly to the male's arms for support as the pressure in his belly grew. He could feel the leading point of the first ovoid squeeze against his cervix, slowly spreading the loosening muscle's hold against his womb. But, just as he thought the tip of the firm egg had peaked through, his body relaxed, birthing canal closing shut and sliding the egg back into the stuffed chamber. The aftershock sent a euphoric shudder through his body as nerves his Master had not played with in some time sung from the stretch. His own excitement spread to his loins, joining the mess his Master was making against his thighs with a glistening shine to his wet snatch.

"Almost... You can do this, my pet." Kaldakaczil's warm breath tickled against his cowed ears as he murmured, giving the obstinate egg demanding freedom from its mother a tender squeeze through his branded belly. "The first will be the hardest. The rest of your clutch will be much easier."

The pup nodded, barely managing another huff before he felt the next contraction hit. The glint of magic within his eyes swelled in symphony with his excitement and the tension within his womb. He pressed against the scales of his owner as a rolling flex ran throughout his entire body before it focused upon his womb. Again, that egg pushed forward, spreading his cervix, while the faint outline of the head-sized offspring shifted underneath his fur. Just an inch, then two... the point finally peeked forth into the slick, writhing tunnel beyond, before the muscles lining his womb relaxed and allowed the egg to pull back again from the hold of that barrier. This time, however, it was interrupted by another spasming clench, halting the egg's retreat before it could slide fully back into his womb, packed against the eggs waiting in line behind the first. Its siblings then pressed against the back of the eager wyrmling-to-be to push it further than before.

The hyena felt his body writhe as the egg slowly descended, its path traced by the gentle rubs of his Master's hand. His Lord's womb-stuffing member tapped against his belly at its full, eye-watering mast from the father's paternal excitement, allowing its girth to be easily compared to the bulge his egg made as it slowly shifted down his walls. The pressure grew within his body as his cervix was spread wider, his labia contorting in tandem with the contractions rolling through his core. A low, sultry moan sprouted from his lips, muffled against the dragon's neck, his cunt quivering as the first of his children stretched his walls as wide as his Master's dick, then wider still.

The spotted hyena's heart fluttered as he panted lovingly against the dragon's scales. He clutched to his owner's hand as his other arm reached back to firmly grip the back of the dragon's muscled neck, holding himself in place as he squirmed from the pleasure washing through his core. Endorphins flooded into his bloodstream as he felt his sex dilate around his egg, coaxing his hips to roll up and down as if he were riding a phantom toy. The egg continued to stretch his cervix wider, stretching his far more flexible cunt walls even as the muscle-lined tunnel squeezed around the resilient ovoid and pulled it further free from his former home. Finally, with a long, needy whimper, he felt the egg pass its apex, stretching the gate to his womb wide around its surface. The pressure building within his body felt like it had suddenly sprung forth with how his walls squeezed the egg down the relatively short passage towards his glistening, lust-addled sex. Meanwhile, somewhere deep within the enchanted hyena's being, something else felt... different, as if something the hyena hadn't noticed before had suddenly become dislodged with the same release of anticipation.

A moment later, his enthralled mind was distracted from that curious shift in his sense of self by the first of his children peeking through his pink lips. The toy turned his face away from his adoring owner to look down, past his spread legs stretched to either side of his owner's thighs, and down towards the overt bulge the large egg made in his body as it straddled between his cervix and labia. Its golden surface crowned his utterly stuffed tunnel, spreading his cunt wider with every spasm wracking across his body pushing it further out. Each erratic clench pressed the egg against its father's excited loins and doused its surface with its mother's arousal, prompting a sympathetic throb from the copiously drooling prick looming over the shifting ovoid.

The egg's midpoint once again reached another clamping seal of his fertility, pressing down against the inviting lips he had been given by his Lord for this very moment. Anticipation coiled within his exuberant body, binding within his muscles with every orgasmic clench rippling from his cunt. Mana began to gather within his spirit in a likewise manner, unseen by the hyena's eyes but barely perceptible in the edges of his psyche. To the dragon's dual-natured eyes, however, the crocuta's aura hummed, a latticework of his aureate enchantments crossing over the metahuman's soul like phantasmal binds. The six bright, awakened eggs stood vividly amongst the flickering, once transparent aura of the hyaenidae, as the first hints of his dormant nature Awakened.

"Master~" the blue-haired pup's lips parted in a longing moan as his body gave one last squeeze, his well-trained walls squeezing around the egg in another writhing climax. His legs spread wider, body straining to make as much space for the massive cradle of life he bore as he could, his voice ringing out with another whimper from the tension in his flesh and his spirit. His eyes shot wide open as he felt, then heard, his first laid egg finally being pressed out from his body, followed by a deluge of trapped fluid spilling out from his loins as it did so. The tension within his body sprung free through his tail, the long fluffy limb flicking to the side like a cable under tension that had been suddenly cut loose. A ripple of magic followed along, causing the wild limb to suddenly double in size, stretching into a long, serpentine shape as it did so.

The tail, now awkwardly sized and far too large for the hyena, coiled instinctually around the gold dragon he was sitting on, before the reptile's own long, fin-adorned tail joined the furred limb, entwining the pair into an embrace that felt surprisingly natural to the transforming hyena. His egg, meanwhile, slid between his thighs, rolling along its sire's lap before inevitably tumbling down and towards the floor. The thing would be more than sturdy enough to survive such a small drop none the worse for wear, of course, but the paternal dragon spared his unhatched child that indignity. With a flick of a finger, a Levitate spell caught the freshly laid egg to gently lower it to the ground between his feet.

The pup panted as his body tried to recuperate after the egg was laid, gathering what little wits he retained after an egg-induced climax that rivaled any the dragon had given him over his many... over his lifetime of service, and the golden-eyed thralldom that came from it. The next five eggs in line wouldn't give him much time to relax, as the next series of contractions began to ripple along his branded belly, which was now noticeably smaller with the first egg's absence. They were soft at first, working more to line the next of their eggs against his still loose and flexing cervix. Every eager flex of his womb's walls was joined with that curious new sense of mana percolating within his body and spreading through his core before settling down his legs.

With a curious cant of his head, and an equally inquisitive whine to the dragon, the hyena's gaze looked away from his bloated, egg-filled stomach to where that energy was coalescing, just in time to watch his body change before his very eyes. The muscles along his digitigrade legs grew with every pulse of magic coursing through his soul, and his toes spreaded wider with every clenching flex. His black claws didn't escape the effects either, developing into a set of wicked talons on his oversized hindpaws that scythed through the air with a testing clench of the new digits.

"Shush now... There's no need to worry, pup. Just relax and enjoy this moment," his Master's voice rumbled, smothering the curiosity he felt with those reassuring words. The hyena's black lips creased with a content smile that stretched over fangs a few sizes larger than they were before, until the next egg journeying past his cervix parted his maw with yet another euphoria-riddled moan.

The changes spread faster as his contractions grew stronger, coursing up along his mismatched body. The muscles within his chest began to swell, rippling beneath his soft, furred pelt, while his shoulders started to broaden in preparation for the physique he would soon sport. His torso's changes still lagged behind his lower body for the moment, a shiver racing through the spotted fur of the hyena's thighs, arriving just as they thickened and clenched with their new strength. Another sweet moan tumbled from the pup's lips as his flexing womb pushed the second of his eggs out from the chamber, although this time the flirtatious notes were joined by a low, primal rumble echoing in its undercurrents.

It was easier, the hyena realized, as his hips began to awkwardly thrust forward again, half grinding his cunt, trembling with trepidation, against the warm spire of his owner's virility, and further entangling his tail with the dragon's with each of his spasms. His walls had already stretched once around their obscene task, making it that much easier for the muscles to acquiesce to the second... especially as the mysterious changes swept along his legs and sunk into his hips, contorting his pelvis to join the new set of limbs he sported. His tunnel flexed, speedily sliding its charge down the slick, writhing passage, bringing the golden shell to spread his cunt just as the broodpup found his new hips could not sit so easily upon his Master's lap -- not with his large tail getting in the way.

Fortunately, the dragon was there to provide. His robust arms slid up from his pet's quivering belly to wrap around the warping shoulders and pin the shifting hyena against his chest, leaving his toy's lower body to half hang from his lap as the egg-laying crocuta continued to buck his hips into the air with every press of the egg from his sex. Another satisfied whimper echoed from the cuntyeen's throat as he felt the second of his children press past the halfway point, slipping into Kaldakaczil's waiting spell as it fell among another small torrent of feminine excitement, making even more of a mess of his furred taint and his owner's twitching masculinity.

As the second egg safely joined its sibling, the reptile released the hyena's awkward, half-transformed body. The still-laying cuntboy stumbled as his weight was shunted to his new hindlegs, torso tipping forward before his hands halted his fall at the last moment just in time for his gold-tinged vision to watch them begin to change as well. His fingers thickened, losing much of their dexterity as they curled into a furred facsimile of the domineering forepaws his Master possessed. His tail swept out behind him, releasing his owner's as he tried to balance his new body, especially as he was reminded of the eggs still to be laid in his womb with another spasming, body changing clench rippling from his core.

At least his Lord was still there to support him. No sooner had he been released from the man's grip than the wizwyrm adopted his own four-legged stance, sustaining another spell to reduce his titanic size to something more conducive to the intimate moment. His golden scales pressed against the transforming hyena's back, allowing his pup to press back into his chest with every convulsion rolling through his body. The furred drake's tail slid along his Master's as the third egg pressed from his fertile sex, once again trusting it to the reptile's magical care as it fell from his wet cunt, feeling his shoulders twist and contort to sit alongside his ribs instead of resting above his torso as he did so.

The shifting toy's claws raked against the floor with an eager huff as he felt the latter half of his clutch shift in preparation. His back arched, spine adjusting to his new quadrupedal stance as he felt his womb squeeze around the next in line. The egg was pressed easily into his elongated sex for its speedy travel towards his writhing loins, as if his womb and cunt had been designed for this very purpose, rather than having to make do with his previous undersized and ill-equipped mammalian anatomy. The egg's passage wasn't any less euphoric for his new body, however, provoking another moan from the furred drake's lips, his head pressing against his owner's chest as his neck began to lengthen.

Kaldakaczil's claws brushed against the drake's chest, squeezing against his body as it settled into its last changes. The talons combed through his fur, wandering along his body to appreciate the shape of the new dracoform -- still sporting its spotted brown sides and back with a cream-colored underbelly just like before. The drake-yeen's snout nestled against his larger owner with an appreciative rumble, his eyes glowing fiercely with the dragon's magic as they stared forward. The gold collar around his neck was still firmly in place, having grown with his long, prehensile neck to accommodate the new form.

He pressed closely against the larger male as their fourth egg joined its brethren. The fifth quickly joined in, provoking another series of sultry whimpers as the released mana coiled within his back, sparing only a small current to dance along his neck underneath his blue mane, until eventually settling on his temple to sprout a pair of horns in front of his round ears.

Finally, it came time for the last of their eggs to make its departure from its mother's body, held longingly by the drake's body as it cradled the golden egg towards his heated slit. For a moment, the pup found himself wishing that it would remain there, a small pebble against the growing emptiness of his womb without a clutch's worth of eggs weighing him down. A desire to still be able to slide his hand down over his gravid belly to feel that sense of satisfaction from being his Master's brood toy. But, as much as he longed to keep the weight of at least one egg in his body, he'd feel even more pride from delivering the last of his Lord's clutch. It was his duty to not just grow the dragon's eggs, but to lay them as well, and he could never be satisfied with only half-pleasing his magnificent owner.

With a silent murmur, the hyena-dragon bid farewell to the solid lump in his belly, serving also as a breathless greeting of its arrival from his eager sex. His stronger, more durable draconic form flexed in the welling excitement and mana as the egg easily preceded from the once-stuffed egg chamber, glided down his estrus-riddled walls that cradled it in the rhythmic, rolling clenches expelling it into the outside world. One last time, his lips spread around the peeking curved surface, a tantalizing shiver dancing across his fur. His head lifted up to nuzzle against the larger dragon's neck, whilst the stud responsible for those eggs bent his neck underneath his pet's, letting his all-seeing, near-featureless gilded eyes watch the last of his eggs be laid.

The ovoid pushed out another inch, retreating back into his walls when his push faltered due to the growing anticipation in his body and spirit. Mana swirled within his aura, gathering like a storm about to be unleashed, sending yet more shivers rippling through the newly Awakened drake's body as a second press tried, and failed. Then a third... Then, at least, pushed his slowly parting lips aside as the sixth and last of their eggs tumbled forth with rivulets of arousal, before being gingerly lowered to the ground by the magical force.

The energy gathering in his body surged, unleashed as if his clutch had been keeping it suppressed, bursting through every nook and cranny of his new body, but in particular circling around the teeming nexus of power in his back. Pressure built within him again, flesh quivering in the grip of the transformative energy, preparing to sculpt the last of his limbs into being. New muscles and bones formed within his shoulders, before pressing out from his furred back before spreading wide underneath the other dragon's body in a set of wide, mighty wings. His brown and black spotted coat continued along them, while the thin skin stretched between the phalanges of his wing 'arms' were coated in a thin, almost svelte-like layer of fuzz the same color as his creamy underbelly.

The drake-yeen flexed his new limbs, instinct creeping into his mind to give him a sense for how to operate them. The powerful muscles at their base were built along his back, mostly obscured by the blue mane that ran down his neck then continued on as a line of fur standing from his spine until it reached the blue coat along the edge of his tail. He didn't trust himself to fly with them just yet, but... he knew he could. He could take to the skies above Seattle just like his owner, or if they ever wished to be so bold, cross the continent on the jet streams coursing above the Sixth World. The brood pup allowed himself a single moment of wistful indulgence as he stared into the paternal gaze of his owner, still panting from the aftershocks of his many climaxes, hoping that his Master would never need to leave him at home anymore, and instead allow him to grace his side, his lap, even be allowed to lounge at his feet whenever he needed to leave now that he had realized what had slept inside of his spirit this entire time.

But his longing would be cut short as he felt his body spasm outside of his control. At first, he thought it was from exhaustion as he crumbled into an awkward pile of wings, legs, and tail just beside their eggs, until he felt the anthropomorphic hyena still within his spirit begin to reassert itself, trying to shift him back to his original appearance!

"Mmm... Nothing to worry about, my dear pet," Kaldakaczil explained, his dragonspeech rumbling into the furred drake's mind with a rumbling tone while the large reptile stared down appreciatively over his body. His brood toy was larger now, certainly, lounging at his feet roughly the size of a sedan -- although still but a fraction of his immense size.

As if to flaunt the difference, the gold-scaled beast released the spell he had taken to shrink himself, his body doubling in size again, and again, until he towered over the small drake, occupying much of the lair's room as he stood as large as an orbital shuttle. A claw, still large enough to easily tear through the dracoformed hyena, reached down and gingerly brushed along his collar, activating a few yet-unused features that he had no need of until now. "Newly Awakened drakes typically spend a few hours transitioning back and forth during their dracomorphosis, until they fully master their new nature to bridge between their two races.

"But... after waiting so many months for this..." the wizwyrm's telepathic words paused for a second as his lips twisted into a toothy grin, "I feel a bit too impatient to wait. Besides, why let it get in the way of the moment?"

The cuntdrake stared up towards the larger dragon, blinking as he saw the majestic creature with new eyes. There was still that great figure of resplendent scales, a living embodiment of magical power made flesh. The living fountain of pink flesh he had tried so desperately to pleasure still raged between the creature's hind legs. But, separate and layered on top of his vision, he could see the dragon's spirit. The radiant aura thrummed with the dragon's magic, tickling the hairs of his dual-natured whiskers with the mana invested into the wyrm's quickened spells. He couldn't possibly count them all, so numerous were the dragon's many wards, reinforcements, and who knows what other magics that they all neatly blended together into a cacophony of light in the astral realm.

He turned his enchanted gaze towards his new body next, seeing within its flesh the metahuman aura of his original body, crossed and bound with yet more of the dragon's spells, with the most potent being the brand etched upon his flesh and soul. Around his neck the collar he loved boiled with magic, rivaling the dragon's mark in its luminosity around his soul, especially when a spell formula started to blossom from the gold and orichalcum surface underneath his owner's large claw.

He both saw and felt it work, first sinking deep into the recesses of his mind to calm the instinctual uncertainty of form like a steadying hand upon his psyche, then spreading across the rest of his body as he felt himself growing once more. The prostrated drake squirmed, trying once more to adjust his body to the new balance as he swelled in size underneath his Master's touch. His tail swept along the ground in a lazy wag as he waited for the wizwym's magic to run its course. The cuntdrake waited a second, as if to make certain the spell had finished its work despite the fact he could see the matrix of mana settle into a holding pattern within his aura, before tentatively flexing his limbs, giving their new construction and size a test before trying to put them to use.

A quick glance to the still much larger gold dragon gave him a rough estimate of his current size. Kaldakaczil still towered over him -- which only felt right in the drake-yeen's mind. But instead of coming up as a mere fraction to the mighty behemoth of scales and magic, he now stood just beneath the reptile's shoulders. Or, rather, he would once he settled onto his four feet instead of lying on his side. For the moment, though, the dragon's plaything wandered his glinting gold eyes over his owner's body, admiring the familiar features with new senses and perspective. His tail canted to the side while his hind legs spread to ensure his entrance -- still damp with arousal from the clutch he had just laid -- was in full enticing view for the dragon's wandering eyes.

His wasn't the only excitement left untreated from laying his clutch. While the aftershocks of his egg-induced climaxes still tingled in the edges of his new body, the dragon's column of glistening flesh still throbbed eagerly at its peak. The tapered tool sent thick rivulets of precum pouring from its tip with every pulse, keeping the air thick with the wyrm's saffron aroma. The eager breeding drake couldn't help but show his hunger for the true shape of his Master's virility with a long lick across his lips with his longer, prehensile tongue -- recalling his many struggles with pleasuring the living battering ram while he had been so small and fragile. Lurid, ambitious thoughts filtered through the sieve of his enchanted mind now that his dream to pleasure it properly seemed in reach. His vision remained centered on that glorious example of draconic virility for quite a few moments before the pleasure drake lifted his furred chin to match his owner's gaze, catching the knowing smirk which crossed the wise dragon's lips as he did so.

Needing no other invitation, the transformed hyena rolled to his side, showing no shortage of awkwardness as he adjusted to the difficulties of his new arrangement of limbs. His first attempt to lift his bus-length bulk from the floor failed, nearly sending his legs sliding in every direction from his lack of proper coordination. But he got the hang of it soon after, quickly attempting as debonair a trot as he could manage after his recovery to smooth over the display of puppy-like coordination as he approached his Lord. Perhaps because of that, or just out of a sense of jurisprudence, the dragon swiveled a claw, directing his Levitation spell to collect their half-dozen eggs -- now baptized with a fresh gloss of their father's drooling ambrosia while he had stood over them -- to shepherd them to the corner of his hoard so that his attention could remain solely upon his dragon-cock-hungry pet.

The enlarged, brown spotted furred drake paid a small token to decorum as he stepped against the larger male, bowing his long neck as best he could without risking toppling forward with his uncertain legs. His snout then brushed along the dragon's scales, sliding fondly along the creature's herculean feral physique. Upwards at first, brushing the side of his horns and cheek underneath the larger male's chin. Before he pivoted his affectionate touch back downwards, sliding along his owner's shoulders, across his flanks... until, with another hungry lick across his lips, the feral brood toy scooted himself underneath Kaldakaczil's chest and brought his snout nose to tip with the rod that had vexed him for so long.

He slid his nose underneath the prick's arrow-shaped head, letting the fluid spilling from the tip paint across his snout with its next throb, rejoicing once more in the warmth and aroma of his Master's essence as it matted his fur. He nuzzled along the underside of the shaft, fondly tracing along the broad vein running from the flared gland, down towards the first of his owner's ridges, before sliding his eager tongue forward to cautiously lap across the sensitive bumps. One fumbling brush of the muscle was followed by another, the fond ministrations growing more certain with each sweep, exploring and coiling his new tongue around the length's midsection as best he could. The eager cuntdrake pressed his nose against the tool's base, teasing against the vent the pink flesh sprouted from with his breath, tongue rolling against the scales just behind the length's root that protected the source of the dragon's obscene virility. All the while, he basked in the warmth and weight of the beast's mighty dick resting across his head and neck, its fecund drool matting the pastel blue fur of his mane.

He tested his Master's patience by lingering for one last drought of his Master's pheromones, swirling the potent aphrodisiac within his nostrils, before finally retreating his nose from the unnaturally warm scales to drag his lips along the monstrous length. He shifted his weight to one forepaw, risking toppling over so that he could free its twin to join his snout in fondling the twitching mast, squeezing his less nimble digits around the pink flesh's bloated base. He still couldn't wrap his fingers around the tool, but at least his grip was now large enough to properly please the shaft, coaxing eager throbs from its surface as his hand teased over the male's many tender glands. Despite the incomplete hold, he was still amazed that he could manage just to properly stroke along the intimidating shaft, vividly remembering how daunting the length had seemed before. The warmth radiated from its thin skin against his padded palm, and a throb which pulsed with supernatural vigor, further reminded him that the grand spire he was holding was as large as his metahuman form, even partially, with just one hand!

His tail swished behind him. A giddy excitement burgeoned in his spirit as he briefly contemplated the ridiculous scale of their bodies compared to the worldly perspective he once knew, before he finally settled into the neglected duty he was only able to properly perform now. His lips parted, tongue slipping between his fangs and his Master's cock to ensure his larger teeth didn't brush against the hefty girth, before he cautiously slid his warm, wet maw around the spunk-drooling spire. The dragon's dick throbbed against his waiting tongue, spilling another watery wad of pre across the muscle. The familiar flavor of his Master's warm essence spread across his sense of taste, before spilling past his tongue to pool within his maw. His long, sinewy neck pushed forward to slowly drag his lips over the spire's crown, only stopping once he felt the barbs of the broad cockhead squeeze past his lips and lock the heart-shaped gland against his tongue.

A gentle moan caressed the sensitive surface, answered by the dragon with a pleased grunt as the cuntdrake continued to work. The blue-maned drake closed his glowing eyes as he focused upon his task; the weight of the shaft against his tongue, its contours as it slid across his lips, and the warmth that radiated from its flesh and poured from its tip to be collected underneath his tongue, before eventually being drawn down his serpentine neck with an eager gulp.

Even with his new form and size it was not an easy task to handle his Master's true length, but much like whenever the dragon put his throat to work in his humanoid form, he would find a way to manage. He found himself drawing upon many of the same techniques he had relied upon previously. His head slowly bobbed back and forth along the cheek-stuffing shaft, never pulling far enough back to slip his hungry maw from the warm girth, even if he occasionally teased the flared protrusions by pursing his lips behind the membranes as he swallowed against the broad head. A rumble rolled from his owner's chest every time he did it, serving as the cue the drake-yeen used to push his drooling lips back down the length's contoured girth, daring a bit further down its midsection with every pass. Soon enough he felt the pre-oozing point slide along the back of his tongue, teasing against the start of his new, draconic gullet with a helpful roll from the gold dragon's hips -- a none too subtle tell that the dragon was going to find out how his throat felt in this form soon, regardless of how prepared he was.

The living fuck toy gave the shaft one last teasing slurp as his clumsy hand threw in a final appreciative squeeze against the dragon's knot before the forepaw returned to the ground. With all four paws safely returned to the floor, the blue-maned servant could properly steady himself as he pushed forward and swallowed his Master's cock deeper. The tool's tip ground past his maw, squeezing against the taut walls of his throat right after before finally slipping into his throat with a lurid squelch of his slurping maw. To his surprise, the cuntdrake found his gullet adapted remarkably faster to the girth than he expected. The subdued clench of his tamed gag reflex never showed itself, even as the entirety of the shaft's head ground its way past his maw to be swallowed down inch by inch, helped along by the smaller furred beast inching his way forward in his quest to press his lips against the throbbing log's base. All while the lighter fur of his neck bulged around its large meal, showing every inch -- every foot -- of dick he had swallowed past his black-furred snout.

His Lord threw in a complication just as he was starting to get into a rhythm of bobbing his head over the giant pillar of pink flesh. A teasing roll of his hips backwards dragged the thick prick against the walls of his stuffed throat, clutching the meaty barbs adorning the cock's head against the slick spit- and precum-coated walls. Reflexively, the drake-yeen's throat clamped down, squeezing the sensitive lobes with the muscles of his gullet, highlighting the length's shape half-buried in his throat as those walls pressed tight to the disturbing protrusion. A satisfied grunt echoed from the great beast above him in response to the sudden, milking squeeze, bringing another flush to his cowed ears, and a rush of pride at having finally earned that note of primal pleasure from his Master true form!

The spellbound cuntdrake redoubled his efforts, paying particular attention to swallow along the sensitive bumps of the rod as he swallowed ever more of the glorious length, hoping to milk more of those rewarding rumbles from his owner's throat... as well as more of the potent, mana-rich essence which trickled slowly down the walls of his stuffed gullet. He pushed his lips forward, brushing his horns against the gold dragon's belly scales as he slammed several more inches of dragon dick down his cock-hungry maw.

His talons scratched against the floor of his Master's den as his throat and lips picked up the pace, sinking down onto the pink shaft with muted gulps and half-gags sputtering over the tool. His lips pulled back over several feet of freshly slobbered-on cock between every advance, leaving the pink flesh to shiver under the evaporating saliva for a brief moment before the tight warm maw and throat once again descended to hungrily swallow it whole. The rest of the drake's furred body shivered, his wings shivering underneath his owner's chest, and his eager, moist cunt flexed with desire beneath his tail as he single-mindedly throat fucked himself on the dragon's masculinity.

The bumps and grooves of his Master's marvelously sculpted dick slid across his pinned tongue. The thick organ did its best to rub and tease along the most receptive nerves of his owner's shaft, squeezing the throbbing ridges against the length proper while the first of the set was teasingly pressed against the clenching ring of muscles guarding his long gullet. Another push forward, sliding a few more inches down towards the fake knot, and the ridge ground its way into his throat to be greeted by the neck muscles clenching in another dutiful swallow as it passed the tight gate to his gullet.

The low, lustful snarl that echoed from the gold's whiskered lips in response was the best present the loyal pleasure toy could have ever wanted. His Master's scales twitched with mounting desire, the grand creature's talons sinking into the floor of his lair as his pet continued to worship his cock with every laboring swallow and gulp along the shaft. The cuntdrake pushed lower still, sliding the next set of lurid bumps into his throat while he tipped his snout upwards to ensure the twitching ridges were pushed against the writhing wall of his throat, raking and clenching against it as they passed back and forth along the curve of his neck.

The pup's hind quarters raised from the wordless praise, his long tail sweeping side to side in an enthusiastic wag, inadvertently wafting the scent of his drooling cunt. His thoughts were consumed with every little act and detail he threw in to make up for his prior failings to please the behemoth in his throat while he had walked on two legs. He bobbed, swallowed, and ground just the right parts of that cock against his throat while the glow in his eyes grew strong enough to peek past his still shut eyelids. All the while, the drake-yeen's nostrils flared, brushing against the belly scales of his owner as he steadily worked his way towards the faux knot on the dragon's base, one low, drawn-out gulp at a time.

Before his Master's hand graced his horns for the first time, settling into an overbearing hold upon the crowning growth. The drake's eyes opened, glancing curiously towards the looming gland sprouting from the length's base just ahead of him, and the thighs of his owner's hind legs framing it to either side. He glanced up towards the long, gold scaled belly and chest, just as the reptile's grip slammed him forward, shoving him into the larger dracoform's bucking hips! The wyrm's dick dug deep enough into his pet's throat that the former hyena's cunt spasmed with a sympathetic rush of excitement and arousal, joined by a muffled moan which vibrated along the cock drilling deep into the depths of his throat. Only for the notes he sang against that prick to be put to shame by its following thrust, straining his jaws with the widest point of the draconic cock as it shoved past his lips.

Another euphoric whine rolled from his throat and onto the hilted shaft while long strands of feminine essence trickled from his needy sex. His moan lasted only a moment, just long enough for the dragon's grip to release his horn, leading the drake to believe he was free to continue his dutiful bobs until his Lord directed him to stop. Instead, he found the clawed limb wrap itself around his midsection, tugging him forward and locking his body in place against the dragon's lower body, pinning him in place with a fraction of the beast's great weight resting against his lower back! The cuntdrake's hind legs spread wide to support their combined weight, barely managing to adjust his stance before the limbs collapsed underneath the extra weight from his owner's body. Just in time for the larger dragon's hips to roll back and drag several feet of his throat bulging cock from its living sheath, before taking advantage of his pet's trapped position to slam his shaft back into its inviting sheath with every ounce of his considerable strength!

A whining, pleadingwhimper broke from the toy's throat as the dragon's cock plunged forward, sending another climax rippling through the drake's untouched cunt as he experienced what it was like to have his face mounted by his Master's true form. His claws dug into the ground, tearing their own grooves into the once pristine surface in the opposite direction of his lord's scratches. His gold-shrouded eyes rolled listlessly, knocked upwards with every slam stuffing his throat as if it was his currently un-plunged depths, before swiveling back forward to stare at his owner's hips right before the next assault. It was all he could do to keep standing, to keep his neck straight for his owner's use, mindlessly swallowing down cup after cup of pre freely poured across his cock-swabbed walls.

His wings spread wide, holding themselves low in deference towards the stud railing him senseless, whilst the gold's held themselves high, draped over most of his lair as he claimed his rightful prize. Soft not-quite-gags and muffled whimpers rolled onto the cock as a tribute, a song of praise set to the wet slaps of the dick stuffing his throat, and the softer patter of overflowing pre and drake spit creeping down over his lips from the careless rut. The gilded spell upon the pet's mind coiled within his skull, the glint of his eyes growing bright enough to shine a noticeable light against his owner's gleaming scales whenever his snout crashed into the male's plowing hips. Every blow was mirrored with an excited shiver racing through his body, following behind the momentum rolling through him from each thrust, and ending with his displayed sex writhing with ever building anticipation.

Kaldakaczil's talons clutched against the fur of his flat belly, raking across the brand of ownership he had emblazoned upon his pet's pelt. His rut quickened, hips bucking forward to slam his gullet-stuffing prick into the drake-yeen's throat with ever-increasing frequency, sliding his knot and even a few of his ridges from the drake's haplessly drooling lips between every thrust. Soon enough, the transformed hyena recognized the familiar patterns of his Lord's approaching peak -- the grunting huffs, the callous slaps of his hips forward into his favorite toy's body. Desperate, needy whines echoed along his throat in answer, his head pressing forward to ensure every last inch of the perfect rod sliding past his maw was pressed into his inviting, lavishing embrace, while unspoken prayers to his Lord ran through the enthralled drake's thoughts.

The scales behind the dragon's dick flexed as the muscles around his internal testes clenched in a sudden fit, right as Kaldakaczil's passionate hips abandoned its rolling bucks and instead ground themselves as far forward as they could, tapping his crotch against the dick-drunk drake's lips. A second later, a golden haze of lust exploded within the eager pup's mind with the first shot of seed racing through the long mast, swelling the bulge in his neck the cock made wider! Its head, ridges, and knot stretched and teased the cocksleeve's gluttonous walls, testing the limits of his new body as he descended into a lascivious daze. The outline of the dragon cock in his gullet flexed along with the tool's spasms, joined a split second later by the weight of seed crashing against his lower throat, force feeding him the mind-numbing ambrosia with every bloating swell to his neck, before the next clench dutifully carried as much of the precious, cream down to his stomach.

Gallons' worth of seed collected in his body with every pulse, arriving faster than even the drake's throat could swallow, which ensured a steady trickle escaped past his stuffed lips, unable to keep the essence from trickling down his chin and along the writhing pelt of his occupied gullet. The warmth and weight of seed collecting in his belly soon grew heavy enough that the drake's lithe figure was graced by a noticeable bulge of his creamy treat, growing subtly with every loud, enthusiastic gulp from the pet's stuffed throat.

It was no wonder when faced with the raw, unbridled release of his Master, that his body finally gave out, lasting just until the climax began to taper off. His hind legs buckled, almost causing his Master to follow suit before the larger creature unlatched his grip upon the drake's abdomen and caught himself before he crashed onto his lesser pet. The dragon's cock unsheathed from his dopey lips, answered with a brief coughing spit of seed that had clung to the drake-yeen's throat, before the rod's fading pulses soaked his face in the familiar warmth and saffron scent.

The witless drake laid on the floor, basking in the tingling waves of the climaxes his Master's firm throat fucking had induced. But it seemed that his dear, adoring Master had one last surprise for him before he was allowed to recover his senses. The larger dragon turned on the spot, reasserting his hold upon the drake's horn as he did so, before prying the drake-yeen's head up from where it had collapsed on the floor. The gold's hold twisted, pushing his pet's snout upwards as his recuperating mind tried to figure out just what his Master was up to, before being given the answer by the rather firm demand of the dragon's lips against his own. The drake's ears and eyes shot open in surprise, before being calmed back into the listless stupor he had nearly clawed his way out of as he felt the beast's tongue waltz into his maw. The toy's tongue made a poor dancing partner at the moment, barely cognizant as it faltered against the possessive muscle sweeping across his cum-glazed maw, coiling against the stupefied muscle before adventuring deeper to give a teasing slurp against the throat he had just finished ravaging.

The cuntdrake swooned as he was held by his owner's firm grip, slowly shrugging off his daze to press his lips tenderly against the larger maw. His enchanted eyes fluttered open, at first staring adoringly towards his superior as he rolled his tongue encouragingly underneath the gold's, before letting his gaze settle lower down his Master's body. He glanced across the powerful muscles and thick scales of the dragon's chest, then down over his belly to finally fixate his stare upon the monstrous girth he had just finished pleasing. The pillar of throbbing flesh was still erect, barely showing any signs of retreating after the stomach swelling climax it had just unleashed. In fact, he even spotted the tool sputter with growing excitement once more, spilling another thick rivulet of alabaster cream onto the clawed floor beneath his feet.

His Master's tongue pried itself from his throat and maw after having satisfied his affectionate indulgence, leaving long strands of saliva and seed to bridge briefly between their maws and tongues. The pup swallowed the lurid mess his owner had left his mouth in as much as he could, trying to clean his tongue so that he could then dutifully slide the muscle forth and clean those gold scales of any fluid besmirching the dragon's noble appearance. A single glance towards his owner's demanding eyes, meanwhile, told the drake what his owner expected from him, yet still he remained laying where he was, waiting for the impending order to direct him, to command him.

"Present yourself."

His Master's words rumbled within his mind as he brushed his snout against the drake's submissively prostrated ears, miming a sultry growl through the telepathic speech. Without a thought, the enthralled drake dutifully acquiesced to the dragon's desire, stumbling for but a moment as he lifted himself from the floor before taking a few steps away from the dragon. Just enough distance for him to properly present himself for his owner's gaze, his hind legs widening their stance and his tail lifting to show off his needy, inflamed lips. Long, matted streaks of fur soaked with his feminine estrus trickled from his fertile lips, while fresher strands of excitement dripped from his glistening folds.

A heat he had not felt since his owner's progeny had taken root burned within his loins magnified the need that wafted from his eager cunt. Worse, the departure of his clutch from his body had left his womb aching with an enduring sense of emptiness that longed to be filled once again. The brown furred creature attempted to express his need, twisting his feral snout as best he could around the syllables he wished to speak to beg for his Master's gift, but despite his best efforts the only notes which escaped his lips was a whining rumble. All he could do was turn his serpentine neck to look back at the dragon with longing need, keeping his wings lowered while his ass and dripping sex were held high, while his tail swayed back and forth to spread the scent of his fertility towards the gold's nose.

Kaldakaczil didn't seize upon the offer immediately, instead opting to admire the desperation his toy displayed for a moment longer. His expression was as difficult to read as ever for the prostrated cuntdrake, but he hardly needed to try and decipher the idle movements of the dragon's whiskers to see that his enticing offer was having its desired effect. All he had to do was look lower and spy the object of his fancy pulse with his owner's growing desire, leaving a path of draconic essence in its bobbing wake when his Master finally started to approach his prize.

The broodpup gave a trilling purr as he felt his owner's warm scales tickle across his furred back and spread wings, sliding across his body as the larger beast mounted him. A guiding, affectionate nuzzle from his superior against the side of his neck made his head turn away, lifting to offer his Master free reign over his neck. His heart drummed within his chest as he felt his owner take his rightful place, his legs bracing to support the dragon's greater weight as the male pressed against his body. The only limb that kept any sort of freedom underneath the gold's weight was his tail, and even that the drake discarded by loosely coiling the furred limb as best he could around the gold dragon's own while still keeping his needy vent fully exposed.

Another pleading whine rolled through the drake's throat when he felt the warmth of his Master's prick brush along his wet loins. The dragon shifted his weight onto one foreleg to spare the drake-yeen the weight of his entire bulk once again as the other leg wrapped around his pet's chest. His claws combed across the brood pup's torso before tugging him back against his scales, ensuring that his toy's sopping wet folds were properly presented as he dragged the smooth topside of his cock along those lips. The pink tip brushed over the gold lines of his brand, painting the marked fur with a rivulet of saffron musk, before finally dragging the living spearhead far enough back to kiss its tapered point against the entrance to his pet's wanting depths. His hindlegs flexed, driving his prick forward to drag against cuntdrake's loins once again, slowly lining the prodding head to the ever-needier drake's sex, while his pet's body pressed back into each teasing thrust hoping for it to catch.

Another press, and at last the drake-yeen felt the start of the dragon's girth nestle into his desperate depths, sweeping another shiver of anticipation through his form when his lips began to stretch over the dragon's tool. Excitement welled in him from the familiar, yet oh-so-delectably different sensation of the act in his new form, as well as from a desire to experience being bred not by a facsimile of the dragon's form like before, but by the pure, primal manifestation of the dragon's power and virility. His tail lifted higher, his neck following suit as he dared to lift his snout above his Master's with the needy arch of his body, letting his lustful rumble echo throughout his owner's lair as he awaited the divine moment his Lord would claim his body now that it had been sculpted once more to his pleasure.

He was not expecting the sudden bite the dragon delivered around his neck right before he did so. Powerful fangs, still easily capable of snapping his enlarged and toughened spine beneath their crushing grip, wrapped around the scruff of his long neck, pushing past his deep blue mane to squeeze the skin underneath the fur. A firm mating bite that ensured he couldn't escape -- as if that was ever a desire the pet could have -- before the dragon's gold scaled thighs clenched and slammed his prick deep into the drake's gushing cunt. The shaft's head slid swiftly past its holster's rippling labia. The point ground along the toy's flexing walls as he stretched the quadruped's cunt over the throbbing column of meat, before doubling down with another buck that sank the first of his ridges past the feminine entrance and brought with it a distinct bulge to the drake's branded abdomen.

A moan sprung from the cuntpup's lips, a long series of euphoric notes which only paused whenever he needed to greedily imbibe another lungful of musk-tainted air before his next cry of bliss. His eyes fluttered while the glimmering magic within them swelled from his submission and excitement. His cunt clamped hungrily around the dragon's shaft with every bolt of pleasure loosed by the firm, powerful thrust from his owner's hips. He didn't dare move, his body flexing on the spot to hold fast against every demanding buck from his Master, his claws tearing deep grooves into the floor, all to ensure that he was the best toy, the best sleeve for his Master!

His mind swiftly descended back into that blissful state of mindless subservience, listlessly staring forward while his Master's fangs held him tightly by his neck, whilst his body acted out of dutiful instinct to please the dragon as best he could. The glow of his eyes flared with every plunging thrust into his depths and dislodged another euphoric quiver to roll through his enthralled being. His body, meanwhile, reflexively moved as it needed to better serve his owner's pleasure, headless to any other concerns as the tapered dick plunged the vivid warmth of his masculinity ever closer to the uncomfortable void waiting for its arrival. The closer his owner came to the end of that enticing tunnel, the more strength he put behind every demanding thrust, making the drake have to spread his hind legs wider to better brace against each one. His forepaws followed suit, carving shallow grooves into the floor with every shiver through his digits, and every press he gave back into the gold's thrusting hips. Shallow by the standards of their current frames, at least, as even the drake's comparatively minor destruction compared to the deep valleys excavated by his owner's hind talons with every demanding buck still dug several inches into the resilient floor.

But, when his Lord's cock finally reached the end of his vaginal walls, sinking a good half of the oversized dragon dick past his wet folds as he did so, it didn't just knock against his cervix like it had so many times before. Instead, it barged straight through, unable to resist the gold's advance so soon after having laid the dragon's eggs! A silent moan shuddered from his throat as the barrier to his womb stretched around the living trunk, soothing the emptiness within his depths as the rod stuffed his vacant womb! The impression from the sheer girth of the cock buried within him stretched beneath the gilded brand glowing on his abdomen.

He lifted his tail as high as he could despite the weight his Master rested against his shoulders, trying to offer as best an angle as he could manage for his Master to plunge deeper into his chamber and soothe his boiling need. Yet, despite his best efforts, a good third of his owner's length still lay outside of his writhing lips, barely managing to fit the last of the ridges into his madly milking walls. The head's barbs kept the tool hooked past his cervix despite the great wyrm's rolling movements, drooling pints of warm, draconic arousal across his fertile fields with every expectant twitch.

It wasn't enough! His Master deserved more, deserved to have every inch of his glorious masculinity pleasured now that he could properly do so! A burning need burned through his enthralled mind, joining with the desire that rippled out from his bereft egg chamber to bring a huff to his stupefied lips. It was hardly a surprise at all, then, when he felt the weight of the much larger dragon shift. The foreclaws that were holding him in place dragged its controlling grip up from his chest, tracing up between the base of his spread wings, before suddenly slamming down against his shoulders with the wizwyrm's overwhelming strength and weight.

"Kneel."

The mental order was hardly necessary, his body had already acquiesced as soon as he felt his Master's desires forced onto him by the pinning shove, especially since his legs had already started to slip across the claw scarred floor as his enlarged body proved woefully inadequate at bracing against a dragon's rut.

The obedient toy pressed his chest against the ground, keeping his stuffed cunt lifted high in the air so that the dragon's pillaging lusts could continue unabated. His tail abandoned its coil around the gold's finned limb, lifting past the resplendent beast's hips to flick up with every womb-stuffing thrust the creature delivered. His head twisted as best it could with the mating bite around his neck, ensuring that despite his movements his head was held high so that the listless moans and whimpers spilling from his open maw were pronounced openly for the dragon's ears. His wings flexed with the climaxes rippling through his body from the orgasmic pleasure of his womb once again being used as a cock sleeve for his owner, especially as their first coupling could barely hold a handle to being the lover for his Master's true form.

The cock's bulge spread further along his abdomen as those last remaining feet ground their way in, stretching the hyena-drake's belly whenever the dragon sank himself further in, sliding past the furthest limits of his toy's brand before pulling back for the next thrust. The dragon's fecundity flooded the stretched and contorted chamber wrapping around the answer to its eggless state, soothing the need with the warmth and weight of precum, but not yet dousing the burning core of his desire. Especially since every thrust from the throbbing pink spire displaced a fair share of the warm essence, squeezing thick ropes of mana-rich pre up past its contoured surface and the kneading walls wrapped around it, to finally spill onto the dragon's faux-knot every time the thick gland slapped against the toy's swollen sex.

Kaldakaczil shifted nearly the entirety of his weight against his toy's shoulders, freeing his other forepaw to reach down and grasp against the base of the drake's tail, half-yanking on the limb to ensure his sleeve remained in place despite the force slamming into his cunt. The pup's moaning lips parted, long tongue lolling over deadly fangs, submitting to his Master's controlling grip. His hind legs occasionally slipped and gouged another set of tallies into the floor as they reasserted his stance before the dragon's next buck. All while the golden mist of the dragon's authority over his will kept his head empty of any distracting thoughts, save for the one all-consuming desire which bounced through his stilled psyche like lightning dancing within a bottle, repeating constantly like a desperate prayer of salvation to his Master -- breed me.

He didn't have to wait much longer for his deliverance. The loud clap of the gold dragon's pseudo-knot crashing against his soaked folds grew louder and faster with every thrust of the gold's scaled thighs. The wide bulge sunk deeper into his toy's body, dumpling the mound of his sex inwards with its demanding press, while the first of the shaft's ridges ground against the drake's cervix. Meanwhile, the arrow shaped head pressed into the back of his womb, scraping the contorting walls against his fertile ovum. Before one last shove from his Master's forced the drake-yeen's cunt down over the twitching lobe, plopping inside as his owner sheathed his glorious virility within his eager lips.

His Master's fangs clenched against his neck, pressing just shy of piercing the drake-yeen's tough skin with the anticipation which rolled through the dragon's body. The gold's claws likewise held themselves with the same possessive strength against his pelt, testing the limits of his mana-reinforced body, while the far less protected floor beneath their bodies sported the numerous excavating marks of their passions. The dragon's hips ground forward, grinding his scaled loins flush against his toy's crotch, long fuzzy tail looping loosely around the reptile's thighs, before a euphoric rush rolled through the drake's body as the first throb raced through the buried prick.

The twitch ran along the dragon's cock, bloating in size with the sheer flow of seed surging through the pink flesh, stretching against the lips clamped around the base of the tool, past the wide glands pulsing against the pup's pinned g-spot, coursing beneath the ridges clutching at his walls, before finally cratering into the pliant walls of his cock-stuffed womb. A flooding tide of dragon jizz copious enough to plaster his old form from head to toe in alabaster cream landed straight into the drake-yeen's brood chamber. The pup's fur rippled across his abdomen with the force exerted by the living firehose unleashing its essence against his fertile walls. Gallon after gallon of cream surged in to douse the warmth of his draconic heat, soothing the aching fire of fertility with the simmering seed bloating the walls that had previously been wrapped around his Master's. The passages to the drake's womb, from the firm muscles of his exhausted cervix to his cunt greedily milking at the shaft's root, clamped down, writhing with a desperate attempt to extract every drop he could, and more importantly, at last prove an adequate vessel for that divine seed being entrusted to his womb.

But, while the spell that enlarged his new form allowed him to serve as a proper sleeve for his owner's true size at last, he was still a mere drake being subjected to the lusts and desires of a dragon. The cream pooled within his egg chamber, swelling his cream furred belly with his Master's overwhelming fecundity, bloating his abdomen underneath his brand of ownership until it bore a distinct swell once again. The curves of trapped seed shrouded most of the bulge from the dragon's dick, yet still the surge of seed continued to be pumped straight into the overfilled chamber, scouring every inch of his reproductive tract with his reward for being a dutiful sleeve for the dragon's lusts.

The inevitable, familiar sensation of the seed trapped in his swollen chamber surged back up around the dragon's shaft, before finally escaping to trickle back out from his depths. The fluid squeezed past the large prick's many bumps and valleys, surging past its enormous length drilled so deep within his loins, until finally the cream erupted from around his owner's knot and poured down from his clenching lips in thick, bucket-sized streams of white jizz. The essence poured along their thighs and over his cum swollen belly, matting his fur wherever it touched and adding a saffron-scented gloss to the gold scales of the studly beast's legs, before the cream finally tumbled forth and landed with large, heavy splashes onto the floor, seeping into the many grooves their talons had carved from their passionate rut.

A smile crept into the corner of the drake's lips despite his near-thoughtless condition as he came up with an idea -- perhaps his own, or more likely seeded within the well-tilled fields of his mind at his owner's direction. Either way, his spell gilded eyes turned to follow his owner's gaze towards his seed swollen belly after being released from the dragon's mating bite. Before, all he could do was let his dominated mind fester with imaginary thoughts about what was happening in the womb he had been given. But now that he could see into the astral world with his dual-natured eyes, he could see everything that his owner had after siring the clutch resting at the far side of the lair.

The vivid glow of his Master's seed shined brilliantly within his own aura, almost obscuring the nascent buds of life that had shaken loose from his dragon corrupted ovaries by his heat, and the firm, passionate breeding his owner had wrought upon his being. Another half dozen eggs... no... a full dozen at least, fit for a proper dragon's clutch with his new body, slowly descended down to the sides of his cum stuffed womb, traveling along the long tubes linking the chamber to the cradles of his fertility. The passage was already soaked in his Lord's potent essence, cream spilling up along the narrow tunnels with the pressure partially trapped in his womb, swarming the gametes offered in tribute to the pool of virility.

Before their very eyes the two feral behemoths watched their next clutch be conceived just a few seconds later. Pleasure erupted within him as he watched one of his ovum's diminutive auras sprout into a budding soul when one of the dragon's potent swimmers slid in, a small explosion of mana and magical brilliance unfolding within his very core. His cunt clamped against the dragon's still sputtering rod with every conception-induced climax, soon followed by another, then another. Each arrived as a new, dividing zygote formed, before growing and swelling in size as they slowly traveled down the seed-inundated chamber, growing into the younger siblings of the six eggs he had already borne.

The jets of overflowing seed slowly started to taper off with every successive blast, the cream pouring over his awkwardly pinned body shrinking from a flowing spring to a brief babbling brook from the slackening twitches. Until finally, as the dragon's claws released the tired drake's body and allowed him to slump against the ground in exhaustion -- save for his ass kept held high by the dragon's psuedo-knot -- the gold's peak came to a halt. Seed still leaked from his flooded sex, dislodged by the occasional shift of their bodies, or from a quivering, testing flex from his cunt. But at least for the moment, the pet was allowed to rest, enjoying the fading throbs of idle excitement that tickled along his sensitive walls, and the growing warmth of life taking the place of the banished emptiness that had plagued him since laying the clutch.

"Who do you belong to, pet?" Familiar words tickled against his mind through the haze of enchanting gold and bliss, sparking a memory of the first time he had heard his Master utter the phrase... Somewhere near the start of his blurred memory, when his Master had bred those first six eggs into him.

Just as before, the drake's throat rumbled, instinctively trying to answer just as thoroughly as he had an eternity ago. But this time, only a low, rumbling purr echoed from his lips, forcing the drake to lean his exhausted snout up and answer with a loving nuzzle against the gold's chin and whiskers.

He obviously belonged to his Master. Always and forever. On two legs or four. A brood chamber for the dragon's personal use, to lay as many clutches as the wizwyrm would demand, and to please him as any loving, adoring pet or toy should.

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The hyena sprawled across the footwell of the limousine his Master had left him in as he attended his ever-busy schedule. He was smaller than he was used to ever since awakening as a drake, but blissfully still on four legs thanks to his Master experimenting with a new feature to his toy's collar in the following weeks -- a new spell that he could activate with the brush of a claw that brought the bipedal hyaenidae to a feral version of his metahuman form, down to all of his spots and his striking blue mane, and, of course, a swollen belly filled with the wizwyrm's growing eggs. Their budding weight was a small consolation for the maternal hyena while he was away from both his laid clutch and his Lord, a reminder of his ownership by the possessive dragon that held even more value to his spell-enchanted mind than the metal band still safely locked in place around his neck.

The animal's ears flicked as he heard the familiar heavy steps of his Master start to approach through the armored walls of the vehicle. His head perked up, glancing expectantly towards the door, until finally his ears swiveled into adorable attention as it finally clicked open -- revealing the hand of the chauffeur that had opened it, and, more importantly, the large, muscular draconic humanoid near comically stuffed into the three-piece suit he typically wore while out on business.

The pregnant pet stood up, impatiently waiting for his Master to sit down, before jumping awkwardly up onto the fancy seat and wandering over to lay his head against his lap right after the door had been closed in his wake. He could feel the stress in the dragon's body, even if the large lizard didn't show it; the subtle tension in the muscle of his thighs partially relaxing with his presence, and of course the most noticeable evidence of his Lord's frustration -- the excitement kept concealed behind the armored fabric of those pants, yet still radiating enough vigorous warmth to tickle against the spellbound pup's cheek.

The adoring quadruped pressed his nose against the bulge, nuzzling it with excitement as he contemplated how his Master would want to satisfy himself with him this time. What form would he make him take? So many dizzying possibilities bounced through his simple mind that the creature's tail began to bob in its atypical wag, whilst his enchanted eyes glanced up towards the dragon with a pleading beg to receive his treat now.

"Later. There's another stop I need to do tonight, pup," Kaldakaczil's warm rumble rolled down, prompting the hyena's ears to droop, before one of the dragon's claws affectionately rubbed behind the appendage, then down across his mane. "I'll make it up to you once we get back home."

There was a playful roll from the hyena's eyes, perhaps a small remnant of the personality he had once had before the dragon had gotten his claws upon him, before plopping his head across the male's lap. Content to at least sit there for the moment, so long as it allowed him to remain in his Master's presence as the limo started to speed away to its next destination. The simple life of a pet, an affectionate lap warmer or toy for the dragon's needs, but that was more than enough for the former Shadowrunner after being molded by the wyrm's loving care. Besides, he would have far more to look forward to when his eggs finally hatched in fifty years or so, his Lord had told him. Dragon hatchlings were apparently quite a handful, especially once they got to their 'terrible teens'!