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The rest of his many siblings were outside enjoying the summer weather, and his papa, Valor, was probobly supervising, or playing along depending on his mood, which left Flare, the eldest of the four children, inside with his mother. The cave was a large thing, filled with treasures from every nation, and artifacts of those long dead. The upper section could easily accomodate the large piles of gold and gems, as well as a perhaps ten full grown dragons comfortably, whereas the back of the cave, down a sheer cliff face, was a massive lake of Lava, Flare's favorite place to be. He was a fire dragon, naturally. As he paddled along within the warmth of the molten rock, his orange eyes glanced around, almost suspicious someone would try to come bug him to play outside with them.

His scales were almost white hot in the lava, comfortably heating the rest of his body to pleasant temperatures, but every now and again even he had to take a break from the heat. He hauled himself up onto a small shelf at the base of the cliff, covered with fertile volcanic soil, and curled up. He was only the size of a small horse at that point, and still had most of his baby-fat, but it was rapidly dissapearing as the months rolled by. Curling up, he draped his wings around himself and laid his head on his foretalons.

Staring out at the bubbling lake, his ears just beneath a crown of horns began to twitch. He strained his hearing to catch sounds from above, his mother humming a little lulluby. He recognized the song, it was one sung to he and his twin sister, Twilight, when they were babies, and his siblings Keto, a green dragon, and Blaze, a little magenta fire dragon, the newest of the four. He closed his eyes and let his mama's song fill his ears.

After a while of listening, her song stopped. Flare guessed she was concentrating on sewing, or reading, or something to keep her mind occupied. He stood up with a stretch and spread his wings. With a little flutter, he took to the air and flitted up to the main chamber of the cave. Landing on the edge of the cliff, he made his way towards the nest, weaving around piles of gold, chests, and various other bits of his father's hoard. Soon enough he beheld the nest, a giant golden bowl of gold, filled with the softest fabrics his papa could find. His mother was in the nest, he could see her crown of black hair resting agianst the farthest rim.

He reared up and set his front paws on the rim of the nest to peer in at her. What he saw caused him to freeze in place. On the opposite side of the large bowl laid his mother. her eyes were closed and a smile bloomed across her pale face. Her blue dress was cast aside and she laid on the soft fabrics completly bared. Her legs were spred and a hand rested between them, two fingers dissapearing and reapearing out of her womanhood. Her other hand squeezed at her large breasts and pinched at her hardened nipples. Her downy wings were spread to the side and quivering each time her fingers dissapeared into herself again.

All Flare could do was watch and listen to the soft cooing and moaning his mother made as she pleased herself. The musky smell of her arousal soon found his sensitive nostrils, and something stirred inside of him. He felt butterflies in his belly, and a warmth between his legs. He squeeked lightly and looked down to see a slit parting and a tiny pink cone poking out. When he looked back at his mother, however, she was stairing at him with those big blue eyes.

Fear coarsed through him, but instead of scolding him, Faith smiled and held a hand out to her. "Come here, Baby, it's all right." Hesitantly, Flare climbed into the nest and moved to his mother side. She rested her hand on the side of his face and kissed his snout. He could smell her arrousal coating her hand and squeeked curiously again. Words were lost to him.

"Why dont you change, baby, and I can show you what mommy's doing." Something in her voice struck him. It wasnt the gentle cooing, but something else, something not the voice he remembered. It sounded to him like she was under some other control, like there was only one thing on her mind. Glancing between her legs and smelling her arousal in the air, he could guess. He nodded slowly and started to shimmer and melt in place. His body reformed, shrinking into that young boy's body. Like his sister, Twilight, he had two large dragon wings on his back and a scaled tail. His orange eyes staired over his mother's body again, taking it in. Oh, he already wanted to reach out and touch her large, firm breasts.

He had seen mama and papa mating once, his mother on her back squeezing her breasts almost painfully as her father plowed into her, growling and moaning as they made love. Those images sprang to mind instantly and his vision clouded slightly. Almost sensing what he was thinking, Faith reached out and took one of his hands. She guided it to her breast and smiled. "It's alright to touch, Flare."

Like all dragons, Flare could sense emotion as good as he could smell food while hunting. The storm in his mother was overwhelming, a torrent of hunger and arousal so over powering the fire in his own belly was growing. A heat between his legs, and a dull ache signaled his erection, and he glanced down only once to see his young developing four inches tenting his trousers.

Faith took note of this and smiled wickedly. Leaning forward, she pulled his orange trousers down and off of his legs and tossed them onto her discarded gown. She let a gentle motherly hand extend to wrap her digits gingerly around his length. She gave him a small squeeze and looked into his eyes. "My, my. Aren't we a naughty little boy?" she asked, her voice flowing with a desire Flare could only just begin to understand.

Before he knew it, she was pushing him onto his back with her two gentle hands. His hand, nervously squeezing at her breast slid down her form to land on the soft blankets, unaware of what was to come next, although his imagination had several ideas.

"Don't worry, Baby. Mommy's going to make it feel better," Faith said, giving his young rod a foreboding squeeze. Smiling down at his arousal, she straddled his hips and positioned her dripping angelhood over his pulsing piece. Watching her, Flare could only guess what she was doing. He had seen his father making love to her, but he was on top pushing into her. This was foreign to him. His mother's fingers again curled around his pulsing weapon and slowly guided it to her outer lips. They parted easily around his tapered tip and the first inch sunk into her.

The first thing he noticed was the heat. She was so warm, comfortably so for a fire dragon's sensitive flesh. In addition to the heat, she was slick, sliding over his girth with ease. Inch after inch slid into her until her groin rested against his. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips, to which he was slightly hesitant. He felt her tongue invading his mouth and touching his own. He moaned slightly, both in confusion and a strange tingling warmth that was growing in his groin and belly.

Sitting up straight again, Faith took her son's hands and guided them to her ample breasts. She squeezed them with his hands, gentle caressing the firm globes with the boy's small digits until he began to on his own. Even then, she guided him, showing him how she liked to be touched.

Her hips lifted up slowly until Flare thought he would fall free of her slick warmth. At the last second, she impaled herself again, letting out a silky moan into the darkness of the cave. Her inner walls squeezed him, causing a little squeak and a moan of his own to mingle with the impassioned voice resonating off gold and stone.

She began to grind her hips against his and moaned loudly. "Oh, Good baby." she cooed to him, her blue eyes descending to his orange hues. She smiled at him, then looked to their hands at her breasts. "You're such a good boy." she hissed through a deep, pleasure filled breath. Squeaking and moaning underneath her, Flare felt his instinct kick in and gyrated his hips against hers. As Faith lifted her hips up and brought them back down, he lifted his hips to meet her, thrusting his pulsing girth into her.

The sound of their wet skin slapping against each other quickly dominated the ambience of their moaning as Faith slammed herself down onto him. She cried out and threw her head back, her inner muscles clamping tightly around Flare's length. She arched her back into his hands and pressed them more firmly against her breasts. "Yes, Baby, almost there... Almost there..." she whispered, her eyes closing as she arched her back more firmly against their hands.

Flare wasn't sure where 'there' was, but something burned deep inside him. he felt his whole body begin to tingle before like a funnel, it siphoned down to his groin, building and growing with each passing minute. Then it happened. He threw his own head back and cried out, pushing his hips up against his mother's in the same instant she squeezed his hands tightly against her chest and pushed her womanhood down over his member. Her insides pulsed quickly, squeezing and milking his length. A warmth bathed his member and in that instant, the building heat in his groin exploded. Like the volcano they lived in, he felt something hot swelling his girth, then erupt from the end into his mother's waiting body. Again and again he felt the miniature eruptions rock his form and pulse his dragonhood.

After what he could only fathom as an eternity, the world began to materialize again, and he realized he was laying on his belly, with gentle fingers laying with his hair and rubbing his back. Moist, downy feathers wrapped around him and under him the hot, sweaty form of his mother heaved with her heavy recovering breaths. He felt her lips on his forehead, kissing him tenderly. "You did very good, Flare. Did you like that?" she whispered.

Flare could only nod dumbly. It did feel good. It felt wonderful, like he had melted and rematerialized into a form constructed of pure pleasure and joy. It was receding now, but he could feel the hotness of whatever erupted out of him coating their groins and legs as he laid on top of her, his member slowly growing flaccid. After another moment, it flopped out of her and the exhaustion began to catch up to him. The world grew dark, and sleep took him.

Later that night, he awoke to another warm body cuddled up against him. Twilight, his twin sister, was clinging to him in her sleep. She smelt like his mother had when she had rode him, but at the same time she smelt like papa after he and mama retreated to some secret place in the middle of the night. As he remembered what had happened that day, he looked around, only to hear the same cooing as before, muffled somehow this time.

Looking over his shoulder, he spied his mother on her hands and knees. Her breasts hung down, swaying quickly as his papa, on his knees behind her, slapped his hips against her smooth rump. The same slapping sound of sweat-soaked flesh hitting sweat-soaked flesh touched his ears. His mother was biting into the soft blankets, an attempt to keep quiet, while Valor, his father, bit his lip. Valor still growled, though, even as he leaned forward and reached under Faith to roughly squeeze her breasts and pinch her hardened nipples. All at once, both of them threw their heads back and moaned loudly.

Valor held his hips against Faiths and the both of them remained motionless, even through their moaning. Something happened then that Flare did not expect. Faith's belly started to swell. It grew and grew until she looked like she did when she was carrying his little sister Blaze. Her head fell forward and one of her hands lifted from the soft blankets to affectionately stroke the new bulge of her belly. "I love it when you fill me like this." she whispered, glancing back at her mate. Valor rested a hand on top of her own and pulled his hips back.

Flare almost gasped. His papa's member was almost three times the size of his! And it fell out of mama's rear, what's more! A thick, gooey white glob gushed from his mama's rear as Valor pulled away, followed by more and more of the stuff as his mama's belly deflated. The pair sunk onto their bellies, Valor on top of Faith, and held each other closely, whispering unintelligibly to one another. Fearing he would get caught watching, Flare turned back around and cuddled up against his sister and closed his eyes. But already he could feel the small rod in his trousers throbbing hungrily. He thrust his hips unintentionally against his sister as he fell asleep.

In the next days, things were as they normally should have been. Flare spent most of his time in the lava, of course thinking about what his mama did with him, but the angel never even seemed to acknowledge the act, sliding back into mommy mode and forgetting about the whole thing. His siblings played out side as usual, and papa watched them to make sure they stayed out of trouble.

But something happened he could not explain. Mama, as the weeks passed by, started to get sick in the mornings. Whatever it was, it had to be contagious as Twilight frequently woke early to flutter to the lava lake to throw up. She hid it very well from mama and papa, though. The Angel did not hide it. She would run to the cave's entrance every morning to wretch into the waterfall before returning to the nest to tend to her babies.

That wasn't the only strange thing Flare noticed. Mama's belly was growing again, slowly at first, then quickly. So was Twilight's. He assumed Mama had gotten some sort of upset tummy, and given it to Twilight somehow. Twilight seemed to get bigger than Faith did, though, and much faster. One night, while he was supposed to be sleeping, he heard his mother asking Valor about the occurrence.

"Now how do you suppose Twilight got that way, Valor?" she asked in a firm voice.

"Ah, well..." the larger male began, "She wanted to play house... she was naked, counting snails and I couldn't help myself, Faith! I didn't hurt her, though. I didn't even force her! I swear to the Goddess I didn't!" he heard his papa plead.

Faith sighed heavily, somewhere behind Flare as he listened. "I see." She paused, then sighed again.

"And how did you end up this way, Faith?" he heard his papa suddenly ask. "I have not taken you vaginally in some months... I've never heard of someone getting pregnant the way we've been mating."

He heard his mother sigh again, then say "Well... a few months ago, Flare caught me, well, playing with myself. I was so hungry for a male, Valor, that I couldn't help myself..." She almost sounded ashamed... but at the same time, Flare felt a satisfaction flowing off of her, and something else. A desire.

"I suppose that is fair..." Valor said, then chuckled. "If our daughter is going to have my child, I suppose it is only fair that my mate has my son's." The sound of the pair kissing filled Flare's ears, then a light moan. As he turned his head to look, he noticed his mama was on her back and his papa was gripping his long red dragonhood, guiding it to her femininity. He pressed the tip against her until it disappeared against those soft folds of flesh he remembered so vividly, then slammed it into her. He heard his mama gasp and cry out, even as his papa started to roughly pound his large member into her. Flare turned away quickly and clamped his eyes shut. He clapped his hands over his ears and forced himself to fall asleep.

Whatever this 'pregnant' was, he could only conclude from the brief conversation, and his papa's comments, that his mother and his sister were both going to have babies. How, he couldn't guess. It didn't matter. After that night, Faith began to spend more time with him, letting him touch her belly, listen to the baby inside her, and other things. When they were alone, she would let Flare touch her belly, then guide his hand to her growing breasts, or under her skirt to touch her dripping womanhood.

Likewise, he noticed Papa was spending more time with Twilight, touching her belly, and even kissing her when Keto and Blaze weren't around. Life seemed to have improved for Flare, and he spent more time in the nest helping his mama, than alone in the lake.

However, he was totally oblivious to what would happen when the babies would finally be born. He hadn't even begun to consider what would happen. To him, spending time with mama was the funnest and most pleasant time of the day. Oh, what the future would bring...