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"Welcome to Fazeharr, sir!" The small gryphon chirped up brightly as Krown folded his long feathered wings down against his sides and crinkled his nose back slightly at the faint scent of smoke that was on the air. "Your business, sir? Name, sir?"

"Trading. I am Krown out of the Silk Caravan Route." The feathered drake rumbled down at his greeter, the small gryphon bobbed his blue-black head a few times and made a notation on his clay tablet.

"Very good, sir!" The little fellow burst out and bobbed his head a few times in response before picking up the tablet and running towards the next flyer coming down into the landing court.

Fazeharr, it was the largest town in the desert, situated on an underground river that produced enough water to support the population. It stood as a trading post for nine routes that went through the desert, crossing together so that travellers of every nation and tongue could come together to make bargains without having to cross all the way across the largest desert in the world. Krown flicked his tail a few times as he stepped along one of the broad walkways and settled his trade goods a bit more firmly along his haunches, tilting his head back to make sure that were locked against the inevitable thieves that plagued this place. Though, most of them avoided dragons at all costs, he was just different enough that they might be willing to cross him.

No matter what his appearance, the feathers that covered his wings and back, the soft edges that fluttered gave lie to his parentage and it was not purely draconic. One only had to look at the soft fringed edges to his feathers to see the owl heritage he carried with him. He was never bothered being a hybrid, the owlgon had grown used to it and found it an asset when living in the desert, and in this place of many nations no one judged him for it save the thieves who might assume he would be an easier mark than the heavily armored drakes that were trotting through the streets on their own missions. Most of them, like himself, bore sigils of their territory to identify them to traders, hired on at great expense by their personages to carry trade goods faster and with more security than the caravans. He himself carried enough silk to buy an estate and there was little chance that he would be ambushed on his way to the city.

Still, despite the fact he was paid well, Krown disliked the city for the noise and smoke. His own home was taken after his owl heritage, burrowing deep beneath the desert to a place that was cool and even had a trickle of water that pooled towards the back to slake his thirst. His lord, a powerful cheetah that had set up an estate on an oasis, paid him well to bring the best of the silk from the trade route, so it was worth it for his growing horde. He had a tidy pile of silk and jewels after all, and he had the hope that after this last run he would be able to retire from his duties and simply remain in his territory for good. Let others deal with the stink of so many species' crowded together and the yammer of a hundred different tongues all wanting to be heard at once.

The drake turned his head about, his dark yellow eyes sweeping over the trading posts as he tried to find the one he was supposed to turn the silks over too. It took him some time, too many businesses had crept up over the last few years, but eventually he found the narrow alley that led him through to a broad trading post designed with dragons in mind. The sweeping open area, the broad tents flung open, the familiar scent of dragon all helped Krown relax as he approached a white and blue checkered tent with a jackal sitting in the shade, wares in the form of bottles and jars were stacked up around him, all labeled in strange tongues that made little sense to him, but they didn't need to make sense. He was here to drop off and pick up.

"Nathal, I am here on behalf of my master, Hillas." Krown inclined his head, flaring his feathers out slightly in a gesture of request. "I have brought the best of the silk caravans to you in trade."

"Krown.." Nathal tilted his tan head up to look at him, a sly smile crossing his narrow muzzle. "I had thought you had given up your route."

"This will be my last." Krown responded firmly, dipping his head up and down. "My master has already told me that he has several youngsters he is training up to take over my route."

"Confident, isn't he?" Nathal stood up and stretched, his familiar form as lean as ever as he came forward and cast an eye over the drake's haunches. "Well, let us deal. I know your distaste of remaining here overnight and I have some... unique items to sell to your master."

"Potions and smoke." Krown snorted irreverently and reached back to undo the pouches latches before dropping down onto his belly. "They aren't what give him wealth, or youth, he's already going grey around the edge of his muzzle."

"They aren't for that, drake." Nathal gave him a light tap of his paw. "I don't sell snake oil, I assure you that everything your master gets is of the utmost quality, though I suspect he sells more of it on than he uses himself."

Krown made a noncommittal noise, watching as the brilliant colors of silk were drawn out of his bag one at a time, flaring in the light and bringing out hidden patterns. Truly it was beautiful, no other color could match what the traders brought to his master, worth the jewels that they were colored after. There was a true artistry to what they did, and he could appreciate it as Nathal began to go through the goods, assuring himself of their worth. Perhaps, this time, he would take his payment in silk. Jewels and coins were hardly worth lying on when they were had edged, but the soft smooth silk would feel good on scale and feather alike.

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"Never has a dragon flown as fast as you have, nor brought me as much wealth." Hillas praised Krown in a warm purring voice, the cheetah's features bright with his red-orange eyes resting on the carefully unpackaged bottles and jars that had come from the drake's packs.

Hillas had been commanding lord of the Silk Route for the last thirty years, a generous and giving master, he treated his servants well despite the gap between their stations. He had created a vast sprawling estate that ringed around an oasis that had a constant well spring that bubbled up sweet life giving water. The single story estate was open and airy, every breath of breeze was utilized, swept through the open windows and doors to bring relief to those that dwelled in their halls. Camels dotted the distant landscape, but within the estate itself high bred horses dwelled, swift racers that earned small fortunes themselves. Krown admired it, even as he preferred his rough cut out cavern beneath the desert sands, it was vast and elegant, but somehow simple in its design. Not gaudy and patched together from all corners of the world like Fazeharr.

"It is my honor to have served you, my lord." Krown inclined his head towards the cheetah, spreading his wings in respect. "In emergency, you might always call upon me, but I will be grateful that younger wings will soon take on my burden."

"None are as swift as you, Krown." Hillas ran a finger along the edge of a large jar, before a leopard came to take it away so it could be prepared to be transported or used as the cheetah needed. "My daughter informs me that she has found several youngster we can train up in the next few years."

"I hope they serve you well." Krown tried not to allow a hint of distaste to color his words as his master's daughter was brought up.

"I do as well, but they will be serving her." The cheetah gave a smile, but a tired one. "I am growing old, I believe it is time for me to consider matters of retirement in peace and allowing Jessia to take on the duties of running my little empire. She is more than up to the task."

"As my Master believes, so it must be." Krown rumbled, his voice bland, but the old cheetah barked out laughter and slapped his feathered shoulder.

"She is ruthless, isn't she?" Pride was in the old feline's tone, but it wasn't pride that the drake felt, it was relief that he was ending his long service to this house now before Jessia came to power.

The cheetah was ruthless, almost bloodthirsty, in her dealings. She had been raised knowing how to run the trade routes, but without the benefit of her father's gender. Too many countries viewed females as weak and she had compensated with a bloody streak of sadism that frightened him. Last year she had starved an entire caravan, nearly killing them, for two weeks in a pass that her father controlled after they had refused to meet with her when she had shown up to handle the trade deal. They had been little more than skin and bones by the time they came to the estate, quivering and shuddering, begging her forgiveness. And that was only one incident. The rest of the estate feared her, respected her, but her father saw only the little cub that had run wild in the desert on her pony. No matter what she did, he seemed to overlook it, dismiss it, and make excuses for how she behaved. The old cheetah would not believe her capable of evil, and so Krown held his tongue as his master counted the last of the inventory.

"See Lady Jessia for your payment, Krown, and stay for dinner. I would have you as a guest instead of simply a servant this evening." The greying cheetah smiled warmly and the drake inclined his head, nearly touching his paws.

"It would be my honor, sir." He murmured softly before heaving up to all fours and leaving the man with his wealth.

He padded along the estate with the ease of knowing it well, he had wandered these halls for the past fifteen years, since he was a very young drake indeed and now he felt a pang of nostalgia. If Lord Hillas was stepping down he had no reason to return here, not with his blood thirsty daughter controlling things. He padded past the stables, keeping well away from the front of the stalls where the horses might take fright, through the court yard and to the household offices where Jessia would be located. The feathers along his back rippled and roused as the moment he passed from her father's part of the estate to the daughters he felt the difference. The servants moved rapidly here, afraid to make noise, afraid to be seen. They all had a slightly beaten air when compared to his master's comfortable servants, even the few slaves he had were content seeming, but not here.

"Krown, returned so soon?" A cold amused voice set his feathers on edge and he turned, trying not to growl as Jessia emerged from one of the side rooms, a servant following her.

Unlike her father, Jessia made no attempt to look comfortable and at ease, jewels and stiff dress were her preferred clothes. High necked with bands that ran along her ears and wrapped around the line of her long tail, showing off her wealth to anyone who glimpsed her. Her spots were broad and dark, larger than her sire's, more like her mothers where they ran into one another giving her a strange leopard like pattern. Two tear stripes marked her face, elegant and thin as she looked up at him, but still gave the impression that she was staring down her nose. Her pale yellow eyes had no real warmth, only cold consideration as he lowered his head, bristling as he gave her the same bow he would give her father.

"My lord has sent me for my final payment." He murmured softly, struggling not to do anything that might provoke her. Not that she could do much to him, he need only speak with Hillas, but he had no desire to end on such a sour note.

"Yes, payment. Reward for leaving us without wings in the skies so our competitors might mock us." Jessia spoke softly, but with the faintest hiss of threat. "You are still young, Krown, you might still serve us for years to come."

"I have served for fifteen years, Mistress, your father assures me that you have already recruited young drakes eager to serve your household." He kept his head low, he knew that she would improve her humor if she thought he was debasing himself.

Krown didn't time to protect himself, he didn't even know it was coming, all he saw was a flash of shadow and something crashed against the back of his skull. No armor to protect him, no thick horned scales to keep him safe, only soft feathers and the feel of pain blossoming through his head. With a muffled roar he jerked his head up in protest, the world flashing in stars in front of him as he swayed back and forth. Something snapped out in front of him, leather cracked against his muzzle and coiled over his maw and beneath his jaws as he tried to clear his eyes. His roar became a rough strangled noise while the leather tightened down and another loop caught him on the horn, yanking his head to one side so that he nearly crashed to his shoulders.

"Get him down! I want him bound! GET THE CHAINS!" Jessia's hissing snarl rang in his ears as heavy bodied slaves surrounded him, all of them bearing some sort of chain or leather. Before he could find a way to escape, something hard hit his head again, making him bite down on his blue tongue before the stars continued to flare in front of his eyes. Fighting was useless.

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"BRING UP HIS HEAD! HIGHER!" Jessia's words were cried out from Krown's head, he tried to shake his head back and forth, but all that did was yank at the ropes that were already pulling at him.

The servants were efficient, he would give them that, but fear was a great motivator. They had bound him, a heavy leather muzzle was slipped over his maw, a thick collar wrapped around his neck and pinned the feathers in place. His wings were wrapped up tight and tucked to his sides so that he could barely move them, and his forepaws were latched together and forcibly stretched out in front of him. He let out a muffled snarl and gave his head another shake as the ropes yanked his head up higher and he tried to lash out. The chains rattled as he did so, but they didn't give, they didn't even strain as he struggled forward and let out a low threatening rumble. Every movement just seemed to tighten the chains further as the servants yanked his leg out, splaying it to one side so that he was hopping on the other paw.

The heavy metal manacle snapped down into place, latching it closed so that he could feel the hard edges almost pinching him. Jessia clung to his head, her hands gripping his horns as he twisted about to snarl at one of the slaves. They weren't afraid of him, they weren't even remotely terrified of what he might do. The only thing that stirred them was the fear of what their mistress would do to them if they failed. His other leg was similarly locked in place, with chains that stretched across the room so that he was forced to stand at a splayed angle that made his hips ache. Jessia's paw lightly tapped against his horns, her body sliding down neatly, even as he tried to shake his head to get her off balance. Surely his master would notice what his daughter was doing this time. This went well beyond running the business!

His head was tilted all the way back, a painful and awkward angle as the restraints on his throat made sure that he couldn't stretch his neck out flat like he was used to doing. He let out a rough noise, almost a pained sound as she moved within view of one of his eyes, a smile edged along the corners of her mouth as she cast her gaze over him, looking along the whole bound length of his body while he jerked forward. The chains rattled and quivered, groaning as he struggled to at least free some part of him, any part!

"Such a fuss." She reached out to his muzzled nose and gave it a light pat. "Did you think that you would leave my father's lands and force me to trust one of those heavy bodied brutes? We'd lose our edge, you are the fastest."

"Rrrrrr..." He tried to curl back his lips, she leaned in closer to his eye so that her features blurred before she leaned back again.. He couldn't even respond as she snapped her fingers towards one of the slaves.

"Don't have such a fit, I have no intention of keeping you. You are expensive and you would hardly fly well if enslaved. We only need a more pliant generation." One of the servants, a thin looking jackal, handed her a heavy looking jug.

It wasn't a water jug, it was strange, the sides a creamy white looking and swirled in patterns of darker tan running around the edges. It was faintly glowing in the light as he looked at it, growling out low in his throat in reaction, his head jerking backwards to try and get away as she uncorked the thing. He didn't want it anywhere near him and he tried to twist the muzzle to one side as she approached him. There was no way to struggle against her, if it had been a massive bottle, one that would have meant forcing his jaws to unclench perhaps, but it was as large as his eye, not big enough to have an effective fight against. She gripped one edge of his lips and forced it upwards as he let out an angry hiss, trying to turn his head to one side.

The top of the bottle hit against his teeth, wedging between the natural gap of them before the thing was upended and spilled over his tongue. He tried to spit it out, his throat contracting as something thick and creamy rushed over his senses. It was almost like milk, but thick heavier than anything he had ever tasted. It coated his tongue and rolled backwards with the help of gravity, spilling down his throat until he was nearly choking as he tried to keep himself from swallowing the thick cream. It flooded down, pulling until he was holding his breath, struggling to keep from drowning in the liquid pouring down. In the end there was no way to fight it, he had to breathe, and he had to keep himself from drowning on the potion. He had to swallow.

His throat rippled and suddenly the thick milk-like potion flowed down his throat, chalky tasting and spilling downwards towards his stomach. Where it rushed downwards, he could feel a slight rush of warmth that curled through him, making him choke and sputter in reaction. His eyes bulged while he twisted his head to either side, fighting against the bonds while the cheetah stood back with a smile and gave him a light pet on the cheek. The touch was possessive, just like he had seen many a lord pat a favored horse or hound. He growled in protest, but his growl started to echo in his mind as the warmth spread through his lower belly. A heat that flared up along the back of his throat while he let out a short wheezing breath in reaction. The world tilted wildly as he tried to cough the stuff back up, it was making him feel so strange, so very odd. He let out a groan and the ropes and chains holding his muzzle up relaxed so his head could drop down.

"There we are, just relax. I have no wish for you to have any sort of distress, Krown. I'm sure you might even enjoy it." Her hand moved down along the bridge of the muzzle in a light caress.

Krown's pupil dilated as he felt the warmth flowing through him, his stomach feeling heavy and full from the small amount of potion that had been forced down his throat. It wasn't right, this wasn't right at all. He let out a groan as his mind rolled and felt heavy and strange. What had she given him? Why? He tried to lift his head and the world tilted wildly, forcing him to flex his claws down to try and keep himself in one place. It was like he was being thrown to one side, sliding across the ground all without ever moving an inch. His nostrils flared wide, sucking down a quivering breath before spilling it out again, bracing himself. His head began to throb steadily, pounding and throbbing as the Jessia leaned forward and peered into one of his eyes, her hand smoothing along the feathers of his head. He could barely keep his eye open for more than a minute before he was forced to close it.

"I'll be back soon, we have to let the potion do it's work." Her voice echoed in his mind and he forced himself to pry his eye open as the touch left his head. "Relax, Krown, think of this as the last service to our family before your retirement."

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Krown didn't know how long he remained in the room, only that the potion that coursed through him made it impossible to concentrate on what was around him. His body felt hot and swollen, a slow throbbing in his head built as he couldn't get quite comfortable. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel like he was sick, but he felt sensitive to the smallest touch against his body. The ground beneath him, he imagined he could feel every pebble of sand that had blown in, the leather and chains caressed him or bit tightly against him or even the feel of the wind being let in from the open windows. He felt it all with a keenness that made it almost unbearable as he tried to keep his eyes opened. It made the room spin, but closing them made every sensation worse.

His stomach was so warm, it was almost aching with a fire that he didn't understand and made him wheeze out shallowly at times. He had tried to make himself sick so he could cough the potion up, but it was useless. What made everything worse, was the fact that his body responded to that heat. The throbbing feel of it sliding over him, caressing him, flaring and dulling in brief pulses made parts of him flush and respond, parts that he heartily wished would be silent. The tip of his shaft had begun to jut forward from his slit, the feel of the warm air almost a silken caress in and of itself as he tried to recall his body to itself. Not that his body wanted to listen, it was cast into the throws of need and heat that cared little for what he might be trying to tell it.

His hopes of his master calling his daughter bake to heel lessened with each slow turn of the clock, no one came to check on him, this area of the estate was entirely silent. Not even the servants came where Jessia might hear them, she had created a world where no one would disobey her. He should have counted on her being unhappy at his retirement, he should have known that she would do something to punish him for not being willing to serve beneath her as he had her father. He should have done so many things and now all he could do was listen to the sound of the breeze and try to keep himself in check. Parts of his body he had never even paid attention to in the past, had begun to feel flashes of sensation, caresses and warmth that had him panting shallowly and pulling his feathers down tight against his body.

He only stirred when he heard the sound of talons on the ground and turned his head to one side, straining the restraints as he did so. The lizard that came into the room barely looked at him as it scurried past and ducked beneath the bindings. Krown let out a low growl, the sound vibrating up along the line of his throat in warning as the little beast darted behind him. It wasn't one of the normal slaves, it was one of the duller native lizards that had been subjugated in recent years. The little beast went under him, ignoring the drake's attempt to speak, and suddenly paws pushed up beneath his tail. The moment they ran along the scales he tried to snap his tail down, but the bindings made it stay slightly raised.

"Yiss yiss, good.." A hand moved down and his claws bit down harder as the fingers trailed to either side and gave a pull right at his tail hole.

The tug made him shudder and his inner muscles clamp down. It felt strangely erotic to feel his fingers curling lightly, holding him spread briefly and pressing against the softer scales that lined either side. He tried to pull his hips upwards to get out of the way, but the moment he did the bands snapped down along his haunches and drew taut, making sure he knew that there was little he could do to escape his fate. The touch slid down lower, he couldn't even get away when he felt the scaled fingers touch the midsection of his half hardened cock. He wanted to be humiliated or angry, but his body had other reactions in mind. The moment the fingers brushed against him his cock surged forward and pushed out into the light, gleaming wetly as it did so.

"Shtap." He growled out, twisting his head as far as he could get it to one side, but the hands ran down to either side, running along the blood gorged flesh that had him throbbing in reaction.

A thick sticky drop of precum welled out of the tip and the lizard trilled out an eager noise before the hands ran down lower and cupped to either side of his cock tip, running around the edges as the dark flesh oozed out another dribble of precum in reaction. Krown squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered, those small hands were so damned soft feeling, the light touch invasive and arousing as the fingers moved towards where he was pushing out from his vent. His girth filled out, thickening until he couldn't stop the faint hiss of pleasure when the paws reached back down towards the very tip again. The warm palms pressed right along his glans and his hips shuddered forward in a slow grind.

"Precisely on schedule, but that's what my father so adored about you." Jessia's voice brought his head up and he let out a snarl, trying to shake his head free of the muzzle. "Bring them in, I don't want to miss the window, it's a narrow one."

"Yiss yiss, is ready." The lizard chirped up from behind him, the hands gliding away and carrying with them a thick strand of precum.

Jessia came into the room, as perfectly dressed as always, as if she should be receiving someone from some foreign court, not playing power games with a dragon. Krown let out a soft hiss as she came towards his head, the smile on her face smug looking as he roused his feathers up and bristled at her. Behind her the servants came, several of them carrying heavy jars with them, but another was pushing a cart forward, a heavy looking horse shoved his body against it, and still it seemed to be a herculean task. Krown's head jerked up higher, the bindings biting roughly against him as he turned his head to see what was in the wooden cart. Eggs. Dragon eggs.

Though he had never tended a nest himself, he knew the splotchy coloration anywhere and each one was roughly the size of Jessia's torso. They were round, not tapered like an avian egg and he could see the shells weren't quite right. There was something off about them, they were too thin and soft looking, not hard enough to be truly close to hatching. No dragoness would surrender her eggs, she would have killed and burned the world before letting them out of her sight, unless she had been murdered. He turned his head down towards the cheetah and felt a creeping rise of chill anger and fear pushing into his throat.

"Murderer.." He managed the mumbled word, his feathers pulled back flat to his body as the servants moved behind him.

"No, she was quite happy to be rid of them. What female wants a clutch of duds?" Jessia purred, almost chirping. "I didn't need fertile dragon eggs, I needed ones that were blank slates if I want to have a flight of hybrids like yourself."

"Male!" He choked out the world, his pupils flaring wide as he felt hands moving behind him, paws were raising his tail up higher in the air.

"That's why we fed you the potion." Her hand reached out, possessively running along one of his horns. "We have to make sure the eggs we put in you will become viable, a rather neat little potion. Originally meant for gryphons, the males that were too vicious to trust with a female would become egg bearers, but there is no reason not to adjust it for use with you."

Krown's heart skipped a beat at the casual information she was giving him, his tail was forced higher and higher, his haunches yanked open wide so that he was sprawled ungracefully on the ground. His cock hung down heavy and thick as no matter what fear and disgust welling through him was. His body was still hot and alive, reacting to every furred paw that brushed against him, the way his body was handled, the warmth of others so close to him. His entire body exposed while he processed the information. He knew about the use of male's bearing eggs in gryphons, the beasts weren't intelligent and they could be damn near deadly when placed to a female. But they were animals, not intelligent beings! He twisted his head, turning it as far as it would go to snarl at Jessia as she stroked his horn.

His threat lacked true conviction as he felt something cold and thick being slathered between his hind legs. Slippery and wet feeling, a paw rubbed and pushed right along the hidden bud of his pucker that the little lizard slave had come to peer at. He'd never felt so exposed in his life as the paws worked over him, running this way and that, pushing the wetness against him in thick gooey spills. He tried to just drop his weight down, but all that did was make the straps that looped down along the underside of his legs draw taut and he swayed in place uncomfortably. One of the paws curled fingers right along the opening, smearing the cool lubricant over him while he shuddered in place, trying to not react to the way they handled him.

"Come now, do not be so clinical, this is our swift Krown! He deserves pleasure through his ordeal. Nissta, tend to him, you seemed to enjoy checking him." Jessia's voice made him rumble a protest that turned into a sharp hiss as he felt warm hands sliding over his exposed girth.

His body was growing warmer, his loins aching and almost burning as the lizard creature began to stroke over him again. He groaned out, the sound making the cheetah grin a bit more widely as his hips rolled forward into the fingers that ran along his girth, caressing right around the tip of his glans. It felt so good, the way the soft pebbled hide seemed to trace around him and run along the edges of his tip, the fingers gathering up the gooey precum to smear over his body. It didn't take away the sensation of the hands working the lubricant over him, sliding and pushing along his pucker, the fingers pushing inwards so he could feel the wet cool stuff sliding into him and running along the contracting muscles. The coolness felt good, his pucker felt almost swollen and too warm for comfort, the chill eased some of those feelings and he was hard pressed to not let out a groan of relief.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clamping his jaws together and tried to stop his reactions, tried to distract himself from the sudden tongue that scooped up right along the tip of his cock, greedily curling and swiping away the bead of precum. The distraction only worked until he heard one of the servants grunting before something was pushed right up against the thick pucker of his tail hole and slipped along the slimy lube. He tried to clamp himself closed, muscles quivering with the effort, but they only pushed harder against him, prying at the tender anal ring. The force let him feel at the shell of the egg wasn't stiff and hard, it was malleable and shifted shape as it pressed against him. His hips quivered and swollen cock stiffened the entire way as a hot eager tongue flickered down towards his tip.

Slowly, steadily, his passage was pried open by the egg, forced to splay open and wrap around the changing shell. He was shocked that it didn't tear or break under the pressure, instead it kept him wedged open as the servants began to push forward. It was coated in the same lubricant that was being used on him, pushing inwards and squelching wetly as he let out a shuddering noise in his throat and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. The feel of the smooth shell teasing through him was almost painfully pleasurable as his nerves felt raw and alive, places he'd never considered were pressed over as the servant continued to push to the point it slid right along a ridge of flesh within his body and startled a hiss from his lips.

The deeper it was pushed, the more nerves it seemed to caress over, making his own body betray him as he clamped down around the thing and squeezed. As it slipped lower, the weight pushed along his lower belly and his cock flexed upwards, greeting the eager fluttering tongue of the lizard with another hot splatter of precum. Once the egg was pushed past the ridge of flesh, his body began to pull it deeper, he couldn't stop it, the muscles seemed to have instinctual memory on what to do and how to behave, working and contracting, suckling and pulling as he groaned out low in his throat shuddered in place.

Jessia's noise barely stirred him as his hips shuddered and the weight of the egg settled low in his belly, another already being nudged against his glistening pucker. It was drooling lubricant down along his hind legs as it pushed against him, spreading and forcing the ring to spread open. He tried to concentrate on escape, but the hot curling tongue along his shaft didn't speak of escape, it spoke of pleasure, a strange thrilling pressure he felt as the egg began to wedge into his body and caress through him. His walls clamped down tightly and he nearly bit the tip of his blue tongue as the tongue of the lizard worked around his glans, the warm stroking paws pushed down the dark gleaming length of him before moving back towards his tip so he gave a rough thrust forward, trying to press deeper into the touch.

He wanted this, he wanted it more than anything in the world in some dark horrible part of his mind fueled only by the potion. All he knew was the throbbing of his heart against his chest, the stretch and spread as the egg tried to narrow down at the contracting muscles of his passage. The lubricant helped, but it was still large, just as large as the first tone, running through him and every time he tensed up the servant had to fight to push forward. The tensing and contracting muscles happened every time the maw tried to wrap around his glans and the tongue coiled around him. His precum was oozing steadily out of his tip, dribbling down and coating the muzzle of the slave under him while he tried to rock his hips forward. His breathing coming out in short harsh pants as the egg finally popped all the way inside of him, the tip just gliding over the spot within him that made his girth stiffen.

He groaned out, the shudder building as he felt the shell pushing over that spot, the sensations only growing sharper, more poignant. He could almost feel the faint roughness of the shell as it glided forward, the pressure building so that his claws dug down roughly, his entire body surging forward. The lizard beneath him suckled around the head of his cock, catching the hot splatter of precum while the orb pushed over the ridge, putting pressure on it that made him want to snarl out in pleasure. He knew, he knew this was all wrong, but whatever the potion was doing to his body cast aside fears and desperate attempts to escape and was turned into a swollen sensitive passage and deliciously hard cock.

The hands moved around his base as the orb pushed deeper, the servant grunting as he shoved and his walls clamped down in the same instinctive movement as before. He could feel his body reacting, he didn't try to stop it this time as the orb was drawn past the bounds of his passage, being pulled lower to the one place in his body that the potion had truly changed. An egg chamber, hidden deep inside of him it stretched as the orb was pulled in with the first one, his stomach growing a bit larger and drooping down with the twin eggs as spread his jaws as wide as they would go panting, his blue tongue tip just spilling out as it became too hard to try and fight the sensations that were coursing through his body.

When the third egg pushed forward he found himself bracing for it, his body trying to relax as the lizard began to pump up and down his overly sensitive cock. His body quivered as the slow spread pushed along his aching muscles, running along the smooth silken interior and his walls tried to relax. His eyes flashed open, pupils dilated until only the barest hint of gold could be seen while he felt the steady pressure building and gliding through him. This time he tried to embrace it, feeling the little lizard beneath him start to suckle hard around his time, the tongue even dipping forward the sweep right along the slit to gather up the gooey precum that was spilling liberally from him. His plumping belly tensed up the moment he felt the egg pushing forward and over that spot, the delightfully sensitive spot, the pressure growing as the paws grasped him right around the base.

Krown cried out, his head trying to lift up as his entire body locked up in a spike of pleasure that made the world darken around the edges. His cock pulsed beneath him, throbbing and pounding, leaping upwards before the first hot jet of his cum splattered out against the slave. The little paws worked over him, pumping and squeezing milking while his body seized up and began to draw the egg in deeper. He wanted it inside of him, it was becoming a vital need as his drugged form shuddered and gave weak bucks forward, grinding and smearing the sperm rich seed over the little beast, trying to wedge himself into the too small muzzle without even thinking about the consequences.

His belly scales drew away from each other as the egg was pushed into the chamber, the smooth seamless edges disturbed by a lump that never should have been present along his lower belly. They were pried apart, the ridge of scales lifted ever so slightly while he dropped his head down and groaned weakly. His cock dropped down, but wasn't left alone as the lizard's tongue began to bathe the tip of him, working around his overly sensitive glans until he let out helpless whimpers under his breath. A furred paw ran along the bridge of his muzzle, stroking, teasing while he lifted his head blindly to see Jessia grinning down at him, her pupils large, her lips parted, enjoying the sight of his bound form.

"I told you, you would enjoy it." She whispered softly and Krown could only whimper out as a fourth egg was pushed up against his pucker, the slippery lubricant only making it easier to pry him open again.

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Krown could barely do more then hiss out as the last egg was pushed past his anal ring, his own body trembling with exhaustion as the orb was drawn up towards the egg chamber that was too full, too large. He could barely twitch as he felt his stomach swelling open just that much further, the edge of the scales scraped against the ground despite the fact that his hind legs were pushed up into the air. His sides were belled out to either side, the lumps of the eggs could be felt pressing against one another, jammed in so tightly that he let out a weak whimper as he tried to fit just one more inside of his body. His cock drooled a puddle under him as he panted, drool pooling under his chin from his hanging tongue, but he was beyond that, beyond shame, beyond humiliation, all he felt was as if he was one throbbing sensation of lust and pleasure.

"Undo the chains, let him loose!" Jessia's voice was a distant thing and the drake blinked his eyes open before hissing as his legs were allowed to collapse under him.

Not that his collapse was what he wanted it to be, the swollen gravid state of his belly made it impossible to lay flat like he wanted too. As the chains and leather straps were released he heaved himself up onto all fours, the movement clumsy and bringing home just how much weight the eggs had added to him. His body wasn't made for this, he didn't possess the knowledge of how to deal with it, he could only move stiffly, an awkward waddle forward a few steps as the muzzle was ripped off and he could hang his head down. His haunches felt sticky and wet, not simply from the lubrication, but the avid tending of the little lizard slave that had seemed to merciless want to tease him with his muzzle.

The drake's legs shook as he lowered himself, dropping to his side carefully before rolling over, having no other choice if he wanted to be able to rest. His stomach dipped down so low that laying on it made him feel the pressure of the eggs inside of him, uncomfortably so. The side only stirred them, moving and making him grit his teeth, so he rolled onto his back, wings spread slightly while the weight settled. It wasn't comfortable at all, but it was the only option, and it allowed him to look at what had been done to him.

His stomach scales were no longer neatly fitting together, they gaped and showed the creamy under scales that were never meant to be flashed to the light. Over a dozen eggs had been shoved into his body, stretching him until he hadn't even been able to contemplate what mercy might be given to him. He had only let out weak cries, scrabbling his paws against the ground. He could see the eggs outlines, little bumps and uneven spots where they were pressed together, already the chamber inside of him was working. The edges softening, welcoming the new burden, making sure that they would be able to bask in the heat of his body, drawing in his essence, his species, so that when he did lay, and there was no escaping that he would, they would be viable hybrids like himself.

"See that he is fed, and feed him well. I want him given as much as he'll eat three times a day, more if he seems hungry." Jessia's words were short and commanding, making Krown tilt his head and glare at her as she commanded the little messy lizard.

"I won't tolerate this." The words were slow and thick sounding, he couldn't make them forceful, his body and mind felt all wrong.

"I can't see that you can do anything about it." She curled her lips up, a small slow smile that he had seen a dozen times. "Do you think you can fly egg bound, Krown? Or will you waddle into the desert like a lizard?"

Krown hissed wordlessly and pulled his feathers back, turning his eyes back towards his swollen stomach. They were heavy, he could feel that, heavier than any silk he had carried or even potions. Heavy enough that he couldn't imagine trying to take to wing with them still in his body and as for walking... The desert was a harsh and unforgiving place, he survived because he could fly vast distances for food to give him moisture, there was little hope he could hunt even a mouse like this.

"Your father will hear of this." He snarled out, clicking his teeth together in his impotent rage. The young cheetah flicked her ear lightly, her dark pink tongue flicked out to lick along her muzzle.

"Father is the one that bought the potion." She curled her lips up a bit further, showing the sharp tips of her teeth. "Do you truly think that he disapproves of my methods, drake? He is the velvet, I am the blade. He remains the good and tolerant master and never dirties his paws on such... matters as finding new couriers."

"Lies!" He snarled out, trying to roll over to lunge at her. His only reply was her laughter as she padded from the room, her tail held up, ears pricked forward. Leaving the gravid drake behind, the brood and carry the next generation of household couriers. And contemplate his vengeance.