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The rains were a blessing, an unlooked for coolness in the heat of the desert that was beating down above the sprawling estate. The rains were something that made Neera remember her home, a place of wetness where her scales never felt dry and brittle, they always felt smooth and supple with the added moisture. She hadn't realized just how much she missed her home until the sky had become dark and overcast, she had heard the rumbling of thunder and woken up to the sound of rain hitting the rooftop. The sound of it had brought her up from Kephis' side and to the window, for once not caring about the fact that the rank scent of the male was clinging in her muzzle or the fact that her walk was more of a waddle from the swell of the eggs that he had forced into her body. All that mattered was the sound of the falling rain that was hitting so hard that it was like a sheet of solid water beyond the window.

She curled herself just inside of the balcony, dropping down so that she was pressed against the edge of the window frame and just drew in the scent of fresh fallen rain. It was humid, the heat didn't stop just because of the rain, but even the humidity was a delight to her as it clung to her scaled body and made her feel almost comfortable for the first time in months. She let her tail extend out into the rain, dropping out so she could feel the cold droplets falling against her as she looked out over the alien landscape that had become her prison. It was a different world with the rains, strange and grey instead of bold blue and gold that were normally found. She tucked her knees up closer against her body, the upper legs stopped by the heavy swell of her belly as she rested her cheek against the window, breathing in the almost homey scents.

She had been growing more and more swollen by the day, this was the first time she felt even close to normal. Neera's hand ran down towards her stomach, flinching as she brushed against the heavy bulges that were straining against her scales. There was no escaping the clutch that were growing inside of her, every day she was growing heavier, she could no longer sleep on her stomach or side, she was always on her back with the weight pressing down against her, pinning her in place until she felt half sick. Her finger claws traced the mound, running around the edges of the scaling where they were no longer snugged tight in a sheen of armored protection. The scales were stretched out so that the softer white scaling that were normally hidden under the tougher outer scaling. She didn't know how many were in there, but lately she had been able to feel the individual bulges that stood out against her belly.

The sound of thunder brought her eyes back up again, the wind blew towards and through the window in a spattering of rain hit her in a chilly spill that made her wriggle in place in delight. It was the first time she enjoyed being forced to be nude, the water spilled along her shoulder and dotted her muzzle with a refreshing spill that made her shake her head back and forth a few times. She didn't move out of the way, she savored it, a small moment of pleasure. The rumbling noise nearly shook the estate, it vibrated beneath her so that she pressed herself against the side of the window as she lidded her eyes and simply basked in the feel of it all. What was her family doing now? Would they be working in the wet and rain? Or would they be inside, the storm savaging her home so that they would be warm and comfortable together?

"You like the rain, my lovely green?" The rumble of thunder formed words from behind her, shattering the peace and happiness she had found.

"I like watching it alone." She responded chilly and Kephis rumbled amused laughter as he came in beside her, his gold an affront to the muted colors beyond the window.

"Come back to bed, my lovely slave, there are more interesting things to do on a rainy morning." His tail slid along her, the broadness scraped against her back and dragged her towards him so she squirmed in place, swallowing a snarl.

"I would prefer to stand in the rain, sir." She snapped back, not even trying to still her tongue as he crowded offensively against her, ignoring the rage in her voice.

She no longer tried to still her tongue around him, she didn't have to sweetly smile and bear his remarks and hints, because there was one upside to the fact that she was carrying his offspring. He wouldn't harm her. The clutch growing in her womb was too precious to be risked, his threats of punishments could only push too far and she knew that most of them would never happen. He might threaten to turn her over to his guard for a night, but he had repeatedly fallen flat in actually doing it. It hadn't taken her long to realize that he was possessively protective of what she carried. He would not tolerate her eating anything he himself had not tasted first and she was only fed the best of the best. He would not allow anyone to touch her, not even the gelded servants, he himself tended to her personally or let her attend her needs while he watched.

There were increased guards around the doors, two ferals stood guard on the heights above the suite, a set of matching gryphons that she had only noticed because the moment someone dared overfly the estate they were driven away. She wasn't carrying a ferals eggs, she was carrying the heir to Kephis' estate and wealth. He hadn't said it himself, he didn't need too, it was obvious in the way that he lavished attention on her and caution to her ever growing belly that he was overly protective of what the future would hold for them. It gave her leverage, leverage that she was willing to use as she was too valuable to be flung aside or truly harmed in any way.

"Ahh but it is not your preference that matter, Neera." He drawled her name out intimately as the heavy head lowered, the sapphire eye coming in close. "How grows my clutch today, my fine brood queen?"

"I can only hope sterile in my belly." She snarled, her cheeks flushed in humiliation at her latest title, the one he lavished on her mockingly.

"Will you lay today?" Kephis tilted his head to one side, barely even reacting to her snarling voice as he looked down her nude body intimately. "Will you finally push out my heirs?"

"No!" Neera felt a trickle of cold in her belly that had nothing to do with the rain that was running along the length of her tail. "I feel nothing today, I am fine."

"Ahhh but you are my virgin brood queen, how would you know if you are coming close?" Kephis moved his forepaw out and curled along her hip, his claws teasing her hip as she tried to jerk away. He didn't try to hold her, the claws skidded harmlessly from her side, but he did shift his bulk to block the escape to the interior of the suite. He said these words every day, mocking her with them, coating them with exaggerated concern.

"I would feel something." She responded chilly and tried to keep the fear from coming out in her voice. "I only feel hungry, I would like something to eat."

"Ahh and so you shall, Neera, but I cannot let you eat if you are about to lay." He pointed out, the great golden dragon sounding oh so reasonable. "If you are not ready to lay, I will allow you to feast well and nourish our growing brood."

In her dreams Neera was able to escape his hold, she often fantasized how she would evade him and how she could beat him away, but her dreams were simply that. Fantasy. He forced her out onto the narrow balcony and into the rain, following after her so that the rain fell down along his broad metallic head as she was pushed back against the elegant stone railing and forced her shoulders back against it until she scrambled upwards onto her feet. He let out a trilling rumble of amusement, his breath sending out a mist of rain towards her before his maw parted and the long slimy black tongue flicked out to snap against her legs, gliding upwards wetly and pushing along the edge of her knee. She tried to pull away, her legs dragging backwards, but the heavy grip kept her in place, leaving her feeling the rain spilling along her body.

What had been a reminder of home, a soothing start to her day, turned into another sensory annoyance as the thick tongue pushed up and curled right along her plush exposed vent. The tight scaling that she had once boasted was gone, they had been spread apart by her pregnancy and revealed the soft inner scaling along her cunny was revealed to the rasping tongue that pushed out and rolled right up against her outer lips and gave a full slow stroke. The tongue left a trailing stroke upwards, the wet saliva trailed out with the powerful stroke that pushed up between her outer lips and forced them apart, his jaws spreading open wide and pushed her further out onto the balcony.

His sharp teeth scraped along her ass cheeks, dragging firmly while the tongue tip pushed forward and started to wedge right along the tender opening, trailing briefly along the narrow tube of urethra before pushing down towards her passage. The hooked tip of his muzzle opened wide, pushing forward to cup along her loins as he always did, lifting her ass up higher in the air as the tongue tip wedged against her intimately. He didn't just push into her, he teased her, the texture of his tongue swirled slowly, stretching her open slowly and curled forward to just stroke along the oh so sensitive nerves that lined the start of her passage and tickled over her, deliberately stimulating parts of her body that had her contracting around him.

"Rrrrr?" Kephis trilled, the vibration running along his tongue in a way that made her reaching out to grab the balcony behind her, feeling the cool rain running down over her scales, trailing towards the swell of her breasts.

The cool trickle offset the heat of the breast blasting her, the tongue plunging forward slowly to stretch the inner walls wider and wider. She felt the thickness rolling through her, the base of it prying her apart as the tongue tip trailed right along the rise of her g-spot, scraping lightly in circles as she clamped her jaws together. Another blast of heat rushed against her as the beast exhaled and steadily he reached his tongue in deeper, exploring her with stroking of the tongue tip in gentle swirling strokes and flutters. Months of this he knew her body, she hated him, but he had spent week after week finding the spots that he knew would make her writhe or cry out. His tongue rolled over on itself, bending and stretching him open wider, straining him as her inner walls started to suckle around him with a tight squeeze, feeling every movement that ran through her.

The dark tongue pulled backwards slowly, the steady caress running outwards as the tongue tip suddenly dragged out and ran right up along her swollen clit. He curled around it, lavishing with powerful strokes that made her tensing up and let out a shrill whimpering cry of pleasure as the rasping tongue tip dragged right over. A shudder ran down her spine as she felt the cool water running along her muzzle, the contrast to the heat as he pushed his tongue in deeper again, one of his paws sliding up to curl along the edge of her hip, the talons raking along her ass lightly when he plunged his tongue in hard enough that she let out a high pitched cry. The tongue forced her open wide, stretching her lips taut around him as the tongue tip curled inwards to caress right along her sealed cervix. She felt him stroking her there, a disturbing caress meant to send shudders running over her.

The thickest portion of the tongue rubbed up as the drake tilted his head, the bright eyes watching her as he deliberately ground his tongue along her clit, working it back and forth so that her body tensed and squeezed. She could feel her own wetness, the strands of saliva that were clinging to her were thickened with arousal that she couldn't stop. She felt him rolling along her clit as his tongue tip probed her intimately under the guise of checking him. The tongue tip gave a swirling push around the edges, dimpling inwards towards the cervical opening daintily, fluttering and swirling in a way that sent ripples running down the length of the slimy appendage. The jaws spread wider, the jaws curled against her ass, scraping and dimpling in the scaling while the tip of the beaked muzzle hooked right against her stomach, pressing down against the large orbs that were nestled deep inside of her.

The rain became less of an annoyance on her scales and body, it became something that offset the heat, a delicious trickle that ran along the scaling, running along her stomach. It was mixed together so that they contrasted each other, the heat plunging into her loins, the chill running along the tips of her nipples, the icy chill on her muzzle, the wet tongue pulling from her in thick heavy strands as Kephis pulled back and trailed the tip further from her body, lavishing powerful strokes on her g-spot, working upwards and swirling before pushing forward again in a short thrust. She whimpered out, her jaws opening while her hips arched upwards, grinding into the touch while her legs were forced open wider. She hated it, hated the way she ground herself against the touch, the rasping tongue rubbing through her, working in and out with short powerful strokes, each push forward driving in deeper, edging the tip towards her cervix.

The dragoness squeezed her fingers down tighter, her body going tight and writhing in place as she leaned backwards and felt the tongue pushing in deeper, grinding right up against her barrier again. The thickest point of the base pushed up against her clit again, stroking up and down powerfully, the hot breath coming out with a rumble, the vibrations running through her in a delicious caress that made her squeeze her eyes shut. It felt good, she didn't want it to feel good, but it did, he didn't mingle it with pain or force, he patiently teased her, his tongue drawing off with wet strands of her arousal before plunging forward again, rolling and grinding, his jaws tightening along her lower body with a hot thrum that ran through her with a vibration that ran right over her clit and made her clamp her jaws shut with a ragged whimper as a rush of pleasure suddenly ran over her.

Before she could stop herself, her walls started to suckle and pull along the cock, squeezing and milking along the appendage that slowly dragged through her with slow dragging strokes. Her claws bit into the palms of her hand as she came around the tongue that was working past her spasming muscles, drawing out her orgasm, every stroke and caress designed to draw it out as she bowed her back. She hated herself for it, hated that he knew how to make her body do this, to push her over the brink. The tongue dragged backwards with a slow pull, stroking outwards with thick strands of saliva falling back along the inner thighs and her mound, her arousal coating his lips while he let out a low hissing sound of satisfaction as her body continued to pull around the retreating tongue, milking it and her whimper escaped her clenched jaws.

Kephis' tongue slipped out wetly and she jerked away, shaking as she moved entirely onto the balcony, feeling the rain falling down over her too hot scales. He was watching her with a smile curling the edges of his large muzzle, the blue eyes lidded as he began to lick himself clean with smooth slow strokes of his dark tongue, rubbing it mockingly to sweep up the worst of the wetness as the beast heaved himself back up onto all fours.

"It seems today is not the day." He commented dryly, his wings resettling against his sides. "Get up, girl, we have things to accomplish today."

The rain no longer felt good on her scales, the overcast day no longer welcoming, she started the day as she had every day for weeks. Humiliated and satisfied both, her body quivering with the last edges of her orgasm, leaving her only spent despite her long nights sleep.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Come along, girl!" Kephis paused in his walk, turning his head around on his elegant neck to glare back at the awkwardly walking female.

He kept his face a mask of annoyance and impatience, but his chest swelled with pride at the way that her body was distended with his clutch. She was starting to show the rounded edges of the individual eggs pressed against her formally trim belly, giving him a hint as to how many eggs were resting there. He had high hopes that he would at least get five eggs from the clutch. Five eggs would be a grand clutch, especially if one would eventually rise to be his true heir to all of his wealth and power. He couldn't count on a single hatchling rising to his expectation, but with multiple, he could groom them carefully for one day rising to the rank of Lord. If more than one proved capable of the title he could simply divide his lands, but he would rather divide them among his blood than see his land overrun and conquered because of a weak Lord.. or Lady. He added to himself as he watched the girl struggling to keep up with him.

She had become mouthy as of late, her tongue snapping at him whenever she thought that she could get away with it. His threats had been falling short as of late, he couldn't risk her. His clutch was too precious and if he let his guards loose on her there was every chance a mistake could happen. Oh, he would execute the guard if that had happened, and they knew it, but that would not take it back if they were too rough or too heavy handed. Even he had stopped doing what he wanted to her, though he longed to impale her on his cock, he refused to trigger her into laying too soon. There was every chance she might not even survive laying the clutch, her body was so small compared to his own and the size of her ever swelling belly hinted that the eggs would be far larger than she should naturally carry. No, he couldn't use her as he wanted to still her snapping tongue, not when he so badly wanted her offspring, and that made his mood fiery at best. Just thinking of how she defied him had his wings bristling and his pride burning to frustrated anger.

She should have learned some respect by now. _ He thought, his nostrils flaring as he drew in a steadying breath and relaxed his jaws to keep himself from grinding his teeth together. _Perhaps not perfect respect, but at least understand her life with me.

His tail lashed as he stalked down the halls and kept his ears aimed back towards the girl's steps, keeping his own stride slow enough that she didn't fall behind. Despite his annoyance at her, he refused to let her out of his sight, not even for a moment. There wasn't just the fear that others might seek to end his heirs before they were even laid, though that certainly was on his mind quite frequently, it was the fact that she bore them unwillingly. He counted on her maternal instincts for a great deal of safety in her carrying of his eggs, after all, it would take a cruel and cold dragoness indeed to abort her own young, but he still kept her within sight. If he was wrong... The thought made him rouse his wings nervously and stop, turning his head so he could watch Neera continue on with an odd hitch to her step to make up for the fact she was carrying so much extra weight.

"We will visit the harem today." He announced as she came beside him, slanting a look up at him with disgust written plainly in her features. "Perhaps it will do you good."

"I would rather enjoy the rains on the balcony." She responded and her tail gave a slight lash behind her, scraping against the ground. "I do not need to see your... adventures with the broken creatures you keep as toys."

"Do you think you are so different from them? Does the fact you are bearing my eggs finally bringing you some amount of pride, girl?" He mocked, lilting his voice with a slight curl to his lips, the grin showing his sharp teeth before he started walking again.

"I am nothing like them!" She spat out, oh how she glared at him, as if even being included in the lovely jewels of his harem was an abomination for her. "I am-"

"You are fat with my eggs, the only difference between you is that I have claimed your womb for my heirs. They remain barren and only for my pleasure, any other difference that you imagine is simply that, your imagination."

"They are beasts! I have seen them, slavering after you as if you are a prize." Neera's emerald scaling darkened, the bronze nearly turned black with her embarrassment.

"They are daughters of great Lords and Ladies, their lineage far longer than your own. Tell me, did you slave away in your swamps, girl, or did you simply wait at home for some nameless drake to make a bid on you?" Kephis deliberately pricked her pride as they turned in the hall, his wings folding tightly to his back as he did so.

"Daughters sold as your whores." She answered, her voice a low hiss that he had to strain to hear, but it was enough for him.

He rarely took her into his harem, their jealousy of her was a dangerous fire to stoke and he preferred to keep her out of reach where one of the females might dare attempt to do something to claim being his favorite. Most of his females had been given to him because his allies, and even his enemies, hoped that he would mingle his bloodline with their own. Eventually, he would do the same with his lesser offspring if it were required, but he had little interest in giving any of his contemporaries even the slightest hope of having a claim to his wealth. Granted, it made them strive harder to impress him in the harem, often taking time to groom and polish themselves, accenting themselves with jewels and metallic gold to try and show off his colors on their lovely bodies. Perhaps once he had an heir picked out he could afford to fill their empty wombs, once he had named an heir there would be no blurring the line of succession.

Some of his frustration was eased as he came to the great double doors that guarded his females, the pair of lean wolves that stood sentinel gave a short jerking salute towards him as he gestured for them to open the doors. Neera's anger and humiliation were palpable beside him as she made no attempt to hide the lashing of her tail as the heavy doors were pushed inwards for him. He kept his eyes on her, slanting them down to see the way that she shifted away from him, distancing herself as far as she dared from the great interior room that was presented to them both. Dozens of females resided there, of every color of the rainbow, glittering and going silent the moment the doors opened, their faces turned towards him with expectation and eagerness, stopping what they were doing in favor of rising to greet him.

In comparison to Neera they were like hounds that had been broken in for the hunt, each one trained and whipped until they knew only how to greet their masters with pleasure. There was no hint of anything besides expectation and eagerness, the only break were the few that glanced towards Neera and their expressions hardened ever so slightly, but it was never directed at him. By rights they should have been concentrating their outrage towards him for what he had done, but it would never cross their minds. They had been bred to please him and please him they would, without thought for anything besides the hope he might one day fill their wombs.

"Which one shall I choose, my lovely green?" Kephis tilted his head down towards Neera, savoring the way she was flushed and averting her eyes from the females coming towards him with hope in their eyes.

"Whichever one you want and be done with it!" She snapped, embarrassment radiating from her as she deliberately moved away.

His females approached him, most were dragonesses of one sort or another ranging from the very light wyverns that came to him from the southern most city-states where they lived high in the mountains to the larger and more armored females from the central plains. They all had their beauty, picked for their looks and ability to please, not for their minds, but he had sampled them all with relish. His former favor, a lovely turquoise dragoness with a crest of feathers, sidled up towards him with the sweetest trill imaginable, her feathered wings extending out to call attention to the fact they ran a riot of colors only a parrot would have. Ti-Allo had always known how to make him watch her, there was a reason he had spent so many times knot deep inside of her quivering body, but today wasn't about what he wanted to choose.

"Ahh then I will choose you, my lovely brood queen," he answered smoothly and tilted his head down towards her. "Your hide looks quite soft after the rains, perhaps I will use your body as a toy to rub myself again until you are painted white."

"You are disgusting." Neera growled and moved a bit further away. His females spread around him, sitting loosely in a circle as they posed their best to try and draw his eye, though their eagerness faltered as they listened to the conversation.

_Too well trained to even protest this indignity. _ Kephis twitched his lip in a smile before standing and stalking after his prize.

"Then pick, girl, and you will defend your choice to me. You will not simply point and choose, I want you to pick one you believe will pleasure me the best in your current... incapacitation." Kephis almost purred the words at the way she was stammering at him. Yes, she needed a new lesson, and this one would prove most delightful.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I... " Neera started to protest, but the beast's eyes ran down her body in a way that made the heat rush to her face. "Fine!"

"Then pick." The gold drake straightened up, and as he did so she saw the glistening black cock tip jutting out from his vent, already growing aroused, much to her disgust. "My lovely ones, stand and let her choose which among you I will take for my pleasure."

She had very rarely been dragged into this room, the few times she had it had been because he was going to bring one of the females back to the suite with him to enjoy and it had been a brief visit. They always cast such accusing looks at her when she was near them, their normally placid and lovely eyes hardening to see her. Jealousy. It was easy to see and how she wished they could understand that she would give up her place in a second if only she could get the collar off her throat. Their aloof gaze didn't stir as she looked them over, trying not to think about what she was being asked to choose. The only relief was that it wouldn't be her. They might look at her with anger or disdain, but she looked at them with relief and hope. Whenever they were around it was a day that she would not be used, and lately it had been far more constantly them beneath him than her.

They were all ferals, though there had been others like her, two legged females that had been happy to service the beast. They had been gifted away, generously handed off to those that pleased Kephis or offered him some amount of personal gain for his territory, each time he had handed them off he had made her watch. It was traditional, or at least that was what she assumed, for the receiver to sample his new prize within view of the old master to show his pleasure. At first, she had assumed it was to hint that he might sell her into harsher service than his own, especially when it involved the gryphons that seemed to enjoy rough and near violent mating, but that wasn't it at all. She had the feeling he had done it because he preferred to concentrate on her and her alone as the jewel of his harem.

"Well? I will not wait all day, girl!" Kephis snarled out from behind her, sending a blast of heat against her so that she stiffened.

"I am thinking!" Neera stepped away and glanced at the seven females that were regarding her coldly.

She was no judge of beauty for these creatures, they weren't anything like what she thought of as being remotely attractive. No two were alike, not in size or in color or in disposition. Five were dragoness' in truth, though one had feathering that made her look rather odd and wild, two were gryphons that were even stranger still. She centered on the gryphons, she hadn't seen them used, though she could only assume that they were being taken as well, but it had never happened in her presence. One was a very classic gold and tan color, the feathering dusted over with gold metal so that it flashed in the light, quite lovely looking in its own right. She was natural looking, earthy, though she had a jeweled color and jewel ear tuft cuffs to set off the wild look of her. She had hard topaz eyes that were regarding her with a hint of challenge and disgust, but she still spread her wings so that they could be viewed.

The other gryphon was a rich red coloration, the rusty color was deepened to blood red at the tips of the feathers and long primaries with garnets embedded into the feathering itself so that she looked like fire. Her beak was polished black onyx with the tip lined in silver metal that was etched in an echo of the flame coloration of her body. The feline haunches were a paler red with a bold white tail tip and a subtle dappling of darker red that ran to either side of the furred sides. They weren't natural, she had seen the gryphon before, they dappling had come in a deliberate attempt to mimic the pattern on Neera's own bronze and emerald body. It was flattering in its own way, she supposed, but also a bit uncomfortable to realize that they would even consider it a way to get into the dragon's good graces.

"Her." Neera flushed hotly, her cheeks burning it utter humiliation as she gestured towards the fiery gryphon. "I choose her."

"Ahh Wastet, why would you choose her? Why not a dragoness?" Kephis padded closer to her, the musky spice of his scent in her muzzle as the gryphoness in question perked up, her feathers rousing along her head and neck.

"I have never seen you attend them and her colors are unique." She answered without thinking about it, if she thought about it her humiliation would only be worse.

"Ahh so you wish to see me mate one of my hens, rrrrm?" The drake purred and gestured. "The rest of you may go about your day, you may stay or you may go to the bathing chambers to relax."

It was a relief that he didn't say more about her choice, a relief that her part in this sick tableau was finally over. The harem females shifted, a few casting angry looks at her as if blaming her for not picking them, others simply were resigned and moved towards one of the large doors near the back where they could soak in the hot pools, but most lingered and moved back to the luxurious pillows where they could recline at their leisure. They weren't going to leave entirely, they might still have a chance at their lord and master if he were particularly randy. Neera didn't care, she stalked towards the corner of the room where there were scrolls and books, amusements to while away the time.

"Do not get comfortable, my lovely brood queen." Kephis' voice brought her head back as the drake ran a talon down the bright eyed gryphon's back, her entire body shivering with eager desire. "You have chosen Wastet, and I believe you need to enjoy what your choice is being given."

"Wh-what?" She stammered as the golden beast drew the fiery colored hen in closer, the female not even bothering to glance at Neera as she chirred her pleasure, her wings flaring open to brush against the edge of his sides sensuously.

"Do you think that you will simply lounge in leisure?" Kephis settled down on his haunches, his hind legs splayed open to show the inky black length starting to push out from the vent, a wet slimy flash that she kept her eyes from lingering on. "Every other female in my harem have helped one another, and you will help Wastet and myself enjoy one another, hrrm?"

"I.. I don't think that's necessary!" Neera felt the blood rising to her cheeks as the hen tilted her head over to regard her. The gryphoness didn't seem amused at the prospect, but she was also spending most of her attention on caressing herself along Kephis' chest, curling her tail to show off her haunches as she trilled out a sweet little sound.

"Come here, my lovely green, make yourself useful." Her master gave a flick of his paw, his eyes growing brighter as the hen ran her tail up to brush his muzzle, her forebody was lowering.

He ran his tongue down along the line of her furred haunches, his eyes watching her as the long slippery appendage curled out and flicked out to run right near the base of the tail. She should have known that he had other plans in mind with the entire production, she had just assumed that it would be humiliating her by making her pick a female for him. Kephis' tongue stopped right against the side of the tail base, almost curling beneath it, the hen curling her tail up to show herself off with a trilling purr, the feathers rousing up in instant reaction. While Neera stood there, struggling to come up with a way to escape, Wastet dropped her forebody down towards the ground, her forelegs parting as she ran her beak down along his forelegs, brushing lightly with a musical sounding trill.

The drake spread his hind legs, his forelegs lifting up so that he was rearing and draping his legs right along her raised haunches as the gryphoness dipped her head to begin licking out at his cock with a crooning sound. The long tail swept back and forth, batting lightly along the underside of his chin, showing off her haunches shamelessly in the way every other female in this harem did. It was embarrassing, but Neera stepped forward with her tail tip lashing back and forth, her arms crossed over her chest. The moment she moved towards them Kephis rumbled his approval and dipped his head down to sample the feline haunches with his large black tongue. His eyes remained on her as she watched him stroke up against the feline folds, stroking over them with a powerful roll that made the hen whimper out needily.

Neera saw the beak parted and the tongue lapping against the tongue tip, working around it in circles, swirling and caressing around him, but not pushing the shaft further. The beak wouldn't work to suckle on him, but she made do with stroking caresses of the narrow tip that lapped up right around the narrow tip, her eyes closed as the dragoness saw her kneading the ground with her forepaws. She spread her wings and let out croon as Kephis pushed his tongue out and Neera saw the soft spade shaped sex stretching open wider and wider, swallowing around the appendage while wetness started to run out around the edges. The fiery hen was rocking backwards, grinding herself against the thick slimy tongue, her hind legs splayed open wide to allow the tongue to push in deeper inside of her.

"Her tail... hold it for me.." Kephis slurred the words as his tongue pushed in deeper, stretching the female.

Neera was close enough she could taste the sweet scent of the female on the air, the harsh and all too familiar musk of the aroused dragon and she flinched. She couldn't stand it, she didn't want to watch this and she certainly didn't want to participate, but she still reached out to grab the tail and pull it out of the way. It was soft and velvety, the fur warm against her fingers as it tugged against her hold, making her tighten her grip and pull it out of the way so the dragon could push his muzzle beneath her. She felt the vibrating purr that came from the hen, the body so close that Neera couldn't stop herself from seeing the tongue lavishing the cock tip with powerful strokes and curls, scooping up the escaping precum without even a hint of embarrassment in how she was acting.

Kephis shifted his hips, grinding them closer towards the beak, making the female splay her jaws open wider as one of her eagle like foreclaws moved up to wrap right around the swelling girth. Neera jerked her eyes away as she watched the tongue pushing down lower, the precum being scooped up, how could the hen debase herself in this way? She didn't have to behave in his manner, she wasn't a slave, she had no collar around her neck, nothing to keep her here, but she was acting like a paid whore. Kephis' tongue was working into her body, the folds were so different from the dragoness' that she couldn't help but watch as the plush outer folds were being nudged and stretched open, worked over and rolled as wetness pushed out over the edges of the dark red tongue.

The tail twitched and jerked against her hold, trying to lash and Neera was forced to hold it in place, her head finally turning all the way from the scene to look at the rest of the room. She had no interest in seeing them do this, but the rest of the females left in the room did, their eyes were fixed on the scene with emotions ranging from jealousy to eagerness as the wet slick noises began to grow louder in the room. The hen's trilling calls were growing louder as the pair indulged one another, there was no snarling or growling, no protests at all as the hen presented herself like an animal. Her tail kept trying to twist and jerk, every movement struggled to drag itself free from her hold as she kept it out of the way. She wasn't ready for when they moved, she wasn't watching, her attention devoted to the wall at the other end of the room when the drake suddenly let out a harsh snarl.

"Masssster." Wastet cried out eagerly as a wing suddenly snapped out above her, the scaled sail nearly threw her to the ground as Kephis moved behind the gryphoness.

"My little crimson hen." Kephis growled out as Neera released the tail as she stumbled away from the flexing wing. "Have you missed me?"

"Yes, oh yes.." Wastet remained with her forebody bowed down to the ground with her forelegs splayed open. "I have missed you being inside of me so badly, I ache for you.."

"Are you paying attention, my brood queen?" Kephis rumbled, the golden dragon pushing his forepaws up along her shoulders, keeping her pinned in place. "Wastet knows what she needs.. what she wants. Don't you, my lovely one?"

"Yess.. I have always wanted you, my lord." The hen let out a whimper, her beak wet with precum as she writhed. "I am never complete without you in me."

Kephis rewarded her with a croon, the toes curling to either side as the wings spread open to either side above her, the haunches slipped forward so that his heavy cock pushed up right along the line of the russet red haunches, pushing along the line of the tail so that the precum oozed out against the fur messily. His eyes were narrowed down to slits as he watched Neera, his eyes unfocused with hot desire while the swollen knot at the base started to push out from the vent, spreading it open wide. The length bobbed up and down, stroking against her as the hen let out a pleading noise deep in her throat, squirming and twisting, arching and trying to push herself back against him in the most humiliating way possible. How could anyone behave this way? She swallowed, feeling dizzy as the beast tilted his head towards her and flicked his tongue out.

"Guide me girl.. do not just watch. I know you ache to touch me." Kephis hissed out commandingly as the hen's wings nearly threw Neera back. He was like a stallion with a mare, no attempt at being romantic or gentle, his body pinned Wastet down so the hen crooned out her eagerness to be taken.

"You don't need to be guided!" Neera protested, her breathing coming faster as she watched the swollen member swinging back and forth, the precum drooling down in thick strands towards the ground as he shifted forward. "I want nothing to do with your cock!"

"But you need to be taught." He answered, pushing his forepaws forward to keep the hen's chest pinned down to the ground. "I want your hands on my cock, I want you to watch me impale your chosen hen. Move!"

The last word was almost roared out, the hen let out a shrill noise, her hind legs splayed open wide, her tail jerking higher up in the air as she tried to aim herself along the narrow cock tip. Neera felt his stomach turning uncomfortably as she positioned herself closer to the pair of them, the drake was running his talons along the females foreshoulders with light squeezes that were designed to make her writhe in place. She was shamelessly displaying herself, not attempting to hide any part of her body from the drake that looked down at her. It was disgusting to watch, horrible to think of her ever turning into this sort of creature. How could anyone behave in this way, how could they want something that was little more than an animal? Then again, Wastet was another four legger, she was little more than animal herself.

With a deep breath, as if she were about to plunge beneath the water, she braced herself and stepped forward towards the dark black cock that was bobbing beneath the golden belly. It was coated and wet looking, slime drooling from the tip and spilling towards the ground in messy streams as she reached out and her fingers wrapped around the glans. The weight of it spread along her digits, slipping over them wetly in a stroke that left the harsh scent of the male on her scales before she reached out to squeeze behind the tip. Kephis snarled out, his hips rocking forward in a short movement that nearly plunged him forward through her digits and pushed along her palm. The precum was oozing out of hi so it was harder to keep a firm hold on his girth, the dragoness forced to use both hands to hold him as he rumbled out.

She was so close to the hens body that she was forced to look at the arousal slickened folds, the wetness that was gathering up on them in shameless announcement of her arousal. The line of vestigial nipples that ran along the underside of her trim belly were standing out as Neera forced the cock downwards. She had seen grooms behave this way with horses standing at stud who couldn't find the mark, aiming their spires for them to find the opening. Her cheeks were burning hotly, the color rising up along the length of her cheeks as she pulled the cock tip down and heard her master rumbling his pleasure, the throbbing weight thickening even more against her touch. It was harder than it seemed, Kephis mocked her by thrusting as she tried to aim him down, the movements roughly jostling against her this way and that, making it impossible to actually pull him down towards the waiting hen. She had to set her legs and grip tightly with both hands, trying to ignore the harsh scents of sex on the air as she dragged him downwards.

She had only a moment when his cock tip touched her folds that she could jerk away, the cock suddenly surging forward from her grip and pushed hard right against the puffy outer lips. The walls splayed open wide, straining and pushing forward to shove his way into the squawking hen that spread her wings open in delight at being impaled. Neera managed to jerk her hands away, but not before the edge of her hands were forced up against the strained outer lips as the girth plunged into the other female. The drake let out a rough grunting sound as he sank into her, while Neera scrambled back and away from them both, horrified and angry as she saw the hen squirming in delight at finally having the cock plunging into her body. Her tail was pushed all the way to one side as the shaft stuffed inwards deeper and deeper, the puffy folds clung around him tightly.

"Where...rrrr.. do you think you're going, girl?" Kephis rumbled out as he dragged his hips back, pulling his cock from the taut hen with relish. "Keep her tail up!"

Neera flushed, her eyes narrowing with anger as she stepped forward to take the long furred tail up and pull it to one side. The wet obscene sounds of sex and pleasure filled the air as the dragon took no more notice of her and simply started to fuck his hen to the ground with powerful strokes. She tried to not watch, her attention fixated on other points as the shaft worked its way in time and time again into the passage. The hen's arousal was pushed out around the edges, oozing downwards messily, coating the inner thighs as she writhed and arched herself, trying to push backwards as the knots wedged themselves in and out with gusto. Kephis was always relatively careful of her, no matter how it might feel, but with the hen he was stuffing himself inwards, forcing her to take his full length so that her haunches were being pulled up higher in the air.

It was hard for her not peer at the furred folds being splayed open so wide that they looked as if they were about to be torn in two , her body was writhing, bucking backwards against him. With every stroke, Kephis pushed his body down harder against her, his head tilted down to nip and nibble along her scruff as Wastet trilled out. The harsh scents of male and female musk were assaulting Neera, her nose crinkled back in disgust as she gave her head several shakes and sneezed out the scents as best she could, struggling not to have them overcome her. The furred tail lashed in her grip, twining around her wrist as the drake began to mockingly roll his hips so that the knot pulled out and sank in slowly, the fleshy sound of the pair ringing in her ears as she finally drew her eyes away from the scene in front of her.

She studied the side wall, away from any of the females that were enjoying the show with more than just smiles on their faces, away from ones that glared at her accusingly. She tried to block out the sound as she felt the tail jerking against her hold, her entire body stiff with outrage and humiliation. She was being drawn into this thing as if she wanted to be there, lured into becoming a part of the beasts obscene display because he wanted to prove a point or he was simply trying to force her to be a part of the act? She swallowed, her tongue feeling dry as she felt the sudden rock of a scaled haunch against her, a blast of heat as the dragon shifted his head towards her with a rough rumbling laugh, mocking her before groaning out again.

The drake's teeth gripped the back of the hen's neck firmly, holding it in place as his golden form arched above her, the wings flicking out to either side before he let out the rough hiss. The body shuddered above her, the sudden movements stilling as the hen let out a shrill screeching cry of pleasure, the tremors felt through her long tail as the drake stuffed his knot right up against her quivering cunny and Neera found herself staring. The thickened length was throbbing and pulsing, heaving upwards as he was undoubtedly flooding the hen beneath him with a rush of his thick virile seed, rope after heavy rope being pushed into her as Wastet trilled and churred out, wriggling and arching herself in ecstasy that Neera had never shown the beast, never would show the beast.

She was allowed to release the tail after several minutes, the hen dropping down cooing in pleasure at the feet of the dragon who was rumbling his pleasure. His inky black cock pulled free of the furred haunches with a wet splattering sound as the thick heavy strands of cum splattered to the ground. The dragoness moved away, she felt dirty, her hands sticky feeling still and she wanted to leave the harem room to go about her day. She wouldn't even complain if she was forced to sit in on the beast's meetings, as long as there was a shower in the future she would happily let herself sit through them without complaint.

"Did you enjoy your choice, Neera?" Kephis asked, the beast radiating smug amusement as he padded away from the pleasured hen, the wet strands of cum oozing from his tip still.

"Less than you did, sir." She answered, keeping her eyes focused on the upper body of the beast instead of way he was hanging out of his vent.

"Oh?" He tilted his head, turning to look back at the hen who was stretching out, her partially spread folds oozing his cum and her own arousal. "Now that is quite the shame, but I suppose you wish that you had been the one beneath him, rrrrm?"

"Hardly." Neera said the word with a short angry tone, only to be rewarded with rough laughter escaping the beast.

"So ungrateful, you are pouting." A large forepaw suddenly curled along her hips, the toes catching her tail. "But, I still have a job for you to do that no other here can do properly."

"I'm... not.. interested.." Neera locked her legs in place, trying her best to keep herself from being dragged away as the hold on her tail reeled her backwards inch by slow inch.

The sadistic creature only mocked her with his laughter, yanking back with a hard enough jerk that she felt a stab of pain on the base of her tail before he stepped forward. Neera found herself being forced back onto her ass as he moved above her, his eyes fixated on her with a calculating cruelty that she had come to expect from the beast. He used his size as he always did, something to bully and loom over her while his half hard cock bobbed beneath him. It was slick and streaked with cum and hen juices, the wetness causing thick droplets to form right at the knotted tip as she scooted backwards and let out a short hiss. His hind paw lazily stepped down on the tip of her tail to keep her from pulling too far away, his front paws moving over her so that she was trapped beneath him.

She had been able to struggle better when she hadn't been filled with his eggs, now she was forced to writhe and twist, rocking back to back as the cock swayed above her. The thick wetness splattered against her belly scales, filling her with the scent of mating, the sweet scent of female equally mingled with the male so that she was nearly choking on it. His paw moved down to curl along her jawline, the fingers rubbing delicately before dragging her forward firmly, dragging with his fingers on either side of her cheeks so she was being led towards the spent tip. With a hiss she pushed her hands out against his chest, trying to stop him, only to be give a warning snarl.

"You will clean me, girl, or I will use the mess to stuff myself so deep under your tail that you taste my cock no matter what." Kephis warned, the grip tightening and forcing her closer to his spent shaft. "Use that pretty tongue, my brood queen, you don't want to spend the rest of the day drooling beneath your tail."

Neera let out a primal sound, a frustrated cry that she couldn't stop as he mocked her and forced her up high enough that the slimy cock rubbed along her muzzle. It smeared back and forth wetly, dragging against her scales, trailing towards the edges of her mouth as she clamped her jaws shut and squeezed her eyes closed. The rank scent was choking her, the hen's scent rubbed into her scales just as surely as the dragon's scent was being pushed against her. She was coughing and sputtering, her breathing came in out short shuddering pants whenever she couldn't' breathe anymore and the drake only dropped his hips down and pushed his cock right up along her brows, the wetness sticky feeling as she tried her best to keep herself from giving him what he wanted.

Kephis won. Neera hated that it had become a normal part of her day, but there it was, eventually his cock tip dragged over her enough that she licked out with a shudder as she pushed her tongue outwards. She flicked it along the underside of the heavy cock, grimacing at the taste of him, only to have him grind forward mockingly, making her scoop up the mess with a shudder of disgust. It wasn't just the familiar taste of the drake, it was mingled with the faintly sweet taste of the hen. The dragon mockingly pushed forward, nudging his cock tip along her tongue and into her muzzle with a trill of pleasure, his head tilted back to watch her wet face working along his cock, her disgust and horror only an added spice to his enjoyment of knocking her down another peg. She closed her eyes, trying not to think as she dragged her tongue along the stiff shaft, swallowing the thick ooze, even as she realized that it would be days before she scrubbed the rank scent of sex from her scales entirely.

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"You expect any of us to believe that this.. this slave would bear your heirs!" Ch'tan screeched out from his seat at the table. "I gifted you my second born daughter!"

"A slaves children have no rights, they are slaves themselves!" A dragon spoke up thoughtfully as Kephis settled on his haunches and regarded them with cool emotion.

The gathering had come forward the moment he had released the birds to announce the impending laying of his clutch. It was traditional that a clutch that would hold an heir would be announced so that others might come to view the laying and agree that the clutch was true-born. They rarely did so, of course, relatives might, but most people simply signed their seal to the announcement that they had received it and went on their way, but this was not the case here. Kephis turned his head about slowly, his tail coiled and wrapped around Neera possessively as the five lords and ladies stared at him accusingly, not a single one of them seemed prepared to give any creedance to what he had announced. A sixth had come to join them, a wyvern from the southern islands, a castrated monk that was as sweet and sleek looking as a dragoness, but held a mantle of power around him that others would be hard put to speak out against.

They all spoke in turn, Neera remaining stiff beside him, her breathing ever so slightly faster as he knew what she was going through. Her body was preparing to lay the clutch, he had known it the moment he had woken up and watched the contractions rippling across her gravid belly. The idea of his eggs, his offspring, pushing their way out of her body has his cock threatening to push out, his attention drifting so he had to force it back to the gathering with something that amounted to attention. They didn't really care that a slave was carrying his brood, there was nothing they could do about that after all, what they cared about was the fact that they were being pushed aside in their bids to lay claim to his line. Every one of them had given him females in the hopes an alliance would be made, and he was bypassing them all. The female could have his eggs, they'd let her, but there was no way they would simply stand aside when their own bloodlines were being denied entirely.

"I have bred the girl, she is hardly denying that my eggs are in her belly." Kephis spoke up after the chatter had died down, his wings shifting against his back. "Your own daughters and females have watched me take her."

"She is a slave, Lord Kephis," Lan, the wyvern, spoke up in his soft tones. "She will say what you have told her to say and simply taking her would not promise the eggs are your own. It would be easy to buy her in this state, or to have another breed her while she was in season."

"As if I would claim another males brood as my own offspring!" He snapped in response, bristling before one of the few females stepped forward. She was a sleek dragoness with a long neck and polished scales.

"I doubt you would claim them and allow them to take your wealth, but this could be a stall." She spoke up clearly. "If the girl lays a clutch you say are your own, it would be easy to deny it as they grew and get another few decades of relief from having to make a more suitable choice. You have refused making any choice at all for quite a long time, my lord."

"Better he name one of the true harem females as a consort not a slave! Name one now and let us be done with this farce!" The smooth skinned ocean beast snarled his opinion, his finned tail lashing against the ground.

"The choice of a Lord or Lady is that they might give a clutch where they will, we have laid down laws that forbid forced choices among those of noble blood." Lan interjected calmly. "Even a slave might carry a pureblood clutch, but being announced so late, I must concur that this seems to be a stall. It would be a mockery for us to approve. Perhaps if we understand why you have refused to pick a favorite for these longs years?"

"Perhaps I have not chosen a favorite of the nobles, but that is not grounds that I am creating a stall. It is only grounds that I have yet to find a female I believe worthy off my offspring!" Kephis let out a low growl under his voice. "Girl! Speak for yourself!" He added the last in her own tongue.

Neera jerked a little bit, turning her head up to glare at him with outrage, the tightness along the edges of her eyes showing that she was feeling the pressure. Not that she could do anything about it, her body was too small, the eggs too large, there was little chance that she would be able to lay the eggs on her own even if she weren't dragged into the circus that was this gathering. He flicked his tail against her and rumbled expectantly as the wyvern shifted himself primly and extended his large head down towards her.

"We have heard her speak, there is little she can say that will change our minds." He answered succinctly.

"I said speak, girl, here is your chance, tell them what you think of me." Kephis offered, a small smile curling his muzzle as she stiffened. "They believe you lie because you desire to carry my heirs, is that true?"

"I would sooner carry a camel's offspring than your eggs." She snapped, her eyes blazing with anger now that he pricked her pride. "I had no desire for this! NONE! I had a home, a life-"

"Rrrrr I assure you, I would pledge my bloodline on the clutch being my own." Kephis stopped her and he stood up. "If it proves to be another males, I will sign whatever documents you want that pledge that if I am mistaken I will have my lands divided among those who border them, as well as my wealth. It can be witnessed by Brother Lan and put into the books as law. It is my clutch."

Silence filled the room at his words, he didn't hesitate, he kept his head up, his eyes narrowed down to slits as he looked around at everyone, daring them to repudiate what he had just said. It was an outrageous statement to make, no Lord would gamble his wealth away with such a boast, no lord would risk his property, even on a sure bet. There was always the risk that someone would decide to force his hand, that it would be a lie or someone could find a hole in the story, but he had done it. Kephis felt Neera flinching against his tail, her body racked with the pressured need to lay, he had no doubt that the eggs he would drag from her body would be his own. He would not share his wealth or title with any bloodline beside his own, the girl had no family to challenge him or try to take what was his.

"Do you understand what you are saying?" The priest spoke up slowly, lifting his head up higher in the air. "You must completely understand what this will mean."

"I understand, I accept the consequences, this is my clutch." Kephis answered solidly, his head lifting up. "You are my witnesses, I will stand behind my word."

"Well.." The gryphon clicked his beak a few times before grinning wide, his ear tufts pricking up high. "I have no further objection."

"Nor do I." Another member spoke up eagerly, the agreement passing around the room as each one saw their own chance at claiming his wealth. It wasn't going to happen, of course, he knew the clutch was his own and he had the power to stop them from attempting to sway the odds in their favor through magic.

"Then it is accepted, the clutch about to be laid will be witnessed and accepted by the protesting members as Kephis' clutch. One of the surviving hatchlings will be given the title of heir upon their tenth hatching day and be groomed to overtake the lands and wealth." The wyvern gave a tap of his heavy clawed paw against the ground. "Now, I believe there is only one last matter at hand to attend too?"

Kephis' chest swelled with a low thrum, his eyes turning towards the lovely green dragoness. She couldn't lay them on her own, it was his duty and privilege as the sire to aid her, it was a moment he had been dreaming of for weeks now.

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Neera didn't understand more than half of what was being said by the gathering of ferals, their language was rough and guttural as they argued above her, but she could only assume that they were discussing the parentage of the eggs she carried. She felt dwarfed by them, the entire hall had been turned almost festive with several brightly trimmed banners hanging from the ceilings, food set out in front of each reclining seat and lights were placed so that it burned as brightly as the dawn. She didn't know how to defend herself, or what to say that might save her more trouble, granted, she couldn't think hardly at all. Her body was throbbing with a near unbearable pressure that had started when she woke up, it had only grown worse as they day dragged on, the weight of her stomach pressed down on parts of her that made her barely able to follow who was saying what, let alone what the translation was. She started to pant shallowly as the tail shifted around her, tightening and squeezing demandingly around her ankles so she nearly tripped up around them.

The dragon was no longer talking to the gathering, his eyes were focused on her as he dropped his head down and let out a low noise in his throat, the sound a thrill that ran through her as he moved with a shift of his paws. She tried to say something, but all that came out was a short hissing sound as she felt the pressure that was starting to grow worse along her lower belly, the eggs shifting. Everything felt too heavy, too low to the ground, pressure peaking as she let out a wheezing breath, only to feel the paw sliding up along the line of her back as the dragon tilted his head towards her. Kephis' eyes were bright, the pupils so large that she could barely see the edge of sapphire around them. His dark tongue extended out gently to brush right along the length of her swollen belly, tracing the outline of one of the large eggs so that the pressure built right against her cervix, making her hiss out roughly.

"Ahh I have neglected you, my dear. I believe that it is time to relieve you of your clutch." Kephis murmured and there was a bit of a stirring of those watching, making her swallow and step back, nearly stumbling over the coiled tail.

"Th-then we can go back to the suite?" She offered, but the dragon was moving in closer, his paw gliding along the curve of the ass cheeks, pushing her backwards.

"This is my future clutch, it is fitting that their emergence is greeted by the priesthood as well as those who will one day be their colleagues." Kephis tilted his head, his words serious, not teasing, intense as he pushed his tongue harder against her stomach just to make her cry out.

She wanted to resist, but Neera's world was overwhelming wrapped up with the feeling of pressure growing from her overly full egg chamber. She didn't resist as she was pushed downwards, his body looming above her while his forepaws cupped beneath the curve of her ass cheeks and elevated them, squeezing ever so lightly while she was pushed backwards onto the cool ground. She tried to scrabble out, her tail lashed and twisted this way and that, her attempt to lean up only made her whimper as the weight of her body bowing forward pushed down against her full belly, compressing the eggs so that the shuddering noise that burst past her lips was echoed in a low rumble deep into the throat of the sire of her eggs. The golden creature fanning his wings as he snaked his head back and forth above her reclined body.

He wasn't teasing her, she was used to his mockery and teasing when he had her at an angle like this, but his eyes were serious and contemplative as the paws squeezed firmly against her ass cheeks. His muzzle lowered down, the breath brushing against her as the thumb claws pushed up and curled right along her inner thighs. All of her weight was tipped back onto her shoulders, her head cast back so that she was forced to see the gryphon that had been so talkative earlier watching her. His eyes were focused on her, the appearance still fierce looking, the fiery red and black feathers roused up along his head, his features a more masculine and older version of Wastet. She might have mulled over the creature as being the hen's sire, but all she felt was the painful pressure that was growing as the drake ran his beak-muzzle along her inner thighs with a slow stroke of his tongue.

Neera felt the tongue suddenly pushing forward into her inner thighs, rolling with a powerful stroke right up along her soft folds as he had done a hundred times before. She couldn't stop her short noises, the sound burst from her throat before the tongue tip lightly propped forward against her. She had grown so used to the way that he teased her that it was almost shocking to feel the narrow tongue tip pushing forward, spreading the folds open wider with a slow smooth stroke as the paws drew her in closer. The pressure within her body, deep inside of her was matched with the slow thick appendage that nudged through her passage. He didn't linger, the beast only pushed in deeper while his nostrils blared out with a hot rushing breath that poured against her vulnerable belly as the tongue began to push inwards right against the barrier of her cervix. The moment he brushed against it she moved her hands down to his head, reaching out to find the polished horns to hold onto.

There were conversations going on around her, she could hear the rumbles of the voices coming across to her. As the pressure kept building, the tongue pushing up against the dilating cervix was a torture as one of the orbs was pushed up against the other side. It was far too small a passage for her to squeeze it through, she bore down, squeezing with rippling contractions that made her wheeze out in short hard breaths that spilled free from her parted jaws. Her inner walls started to squeeze harder as the tongue tip started to push forward to nudge against the dilated opening. The drake rumbled against her, thrumming and sending a vibration running down the length of her spine so that she started to squirm in place, her tail shifting before it was pinned down in place. The narrow tip of the tongue suddenly pushed forward, wedging into her, forcing its way through the squeezing muscles as she bowed her back upwards.

There was a sudden burst of pain, her vision darkened around the edges as the powerful oral muscles pushed through her cervical passage and into her egg chamber. There was a spill of wetness spilling along the base of the tongue, she felt it oozing out of her as she writhed backwards. The gryphon let out a sudden noise, trilling out quite happily from the beak so her eyes snapped open to see the large feathered form stretched out and staring at her avidly. She wanted to be embarrassed, or horrified, but all she felt was aching pressure as the tongue writhed it's way in deeper, forcing her to strain open wider and wider, unnaturally wide as the tongue pushed the heavy eggs about inside of her, nudging them this way and that so that her belly moved with him. She felt the scrape of the tongue maneuvering one of the orbs closer towards her opening, the dark black tongue pushed out and around the egg, tightening over as she writhed backwards.

Kephis pulled her haunches in closer, his fangs hooked against her roughly, rasping over the edges before the tongue started to drag backwards. The egg pulled up right against her barrier, her cry burst free in a shrill call, it was answered by laughter and purrs from those watching as the egg was drawn taut along the opening, pulling it outwards, dragging roughly as the tongue clutched around smooth egg. The powerful paws pinned her in place as he began to pull outwards, working against her contracting muscles. The inner walls squeezed and pushed, she bore down around the egg instinctively that was too large for her body and felt hot slippery saliva drooling into her passage as the slow drag that worked and wedged into the narrow opening of her cervix.

Every breath came out raggedly, her eyes squeezed shut as her back bowed up high in the air as the slow drag of the egg pulled along her cervix, the rubbery passage straining obscenely wide, burning and aching horribly. She writhed back and forth, her hips pulling backwards before the tongue pulled his head backwards with a powerful jerk, letting out a low rumble as she felt the hard shell pulling free of her narrow cervix, slipping into her vulnerable passage. Her walls were forced open wider and wider, her legs splaying to try and relieve the pressure as Kephis crooned out approvingly towards her, soothing her with a vibration that ran through her as the tongue pulled further and further out, edging the egg towards her vulnerable vent that was splayed so lewdly that she could feel the burn starting to run through her.

The plush folds of her outer lips started to yawn open as the tongue edged the egg outwards, she was breathing in short ragged breaths, her entire body shuddering in place as the tongue slipped it's way from her body. She clenched around the egg, feeling the hard edge stroking along the most vulnerable parts of her aching quivering form, thick strands of her wetness and his saliva clung to his maw as he dragged the egg outwards to slip from her body in a smooth stroke. It was a relief, a rush of pure and utter relief as the burning pain reached an apex and then was released, her walls starting to clamp down around nothing at all as the orb fell into the maw of its father, the drake letting out a muffled roar of triumph as his gold head lifted up high to show off his prize.

"Look! Look and behold the future of the line of Kephis Al-Keten, born of Neera Slave! Watch their emergence into the world, watch the first of their shells!" A voice called out from the room, male, but feminine sounding as Kephis heaved up and turned his head about.

The egg was gold and bronze colored in the light, wetness clinging around it as the drake turned his head in a full circle and Neera went limp on the ground. She was shuddering, her body throbbing with a mixture of pain and relief as she watched him. The egg was massive looking compared to her body, the smooth shell glinted as the dragon finally moved his head to one side and she watched him, she couldn't stop herself from staring as the orb was gently dropped in the coil of the feral beast's tail, settling it tenderly with a lick of his dark tongue against the perfectly curved shell, almost adoring before she turned her head away and closed her eyes shut. Everything was throbbing, her loins, her body, her stomach was more relaxed, but not entirely. She could feel the small miniscule contractions still quivering and twitching through her.

The gathering let out another burst of sound, but this time it was a heralding of the first prized egg, lifted up with the baritone roar of Kephis who spread his wings and mantled them possessively over the round orb. They all spoke up with one voice, at first she had no idea what they were saying, but dimly she understood that they were acknowledging that they had seen the egg being drawn from her body. They had all seen, every last one of them made her squeeze her eyes shut, tears starting to leak out of the corner of her eyes as she tried to recover from the aching feel of her loins. The muzzle lowered down, the beak like muzzle rubbed along her swollen belly, pressing it inwards with a delicate caress. The tongue lavished strokes over her before the great head lowered and she felt the tongue nestling between her scaled thighs.

"Do not worry, my lovely brood queen, you will soon be emptied of your clutch."

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Every time Kephis had plunged his tongue into his lovely little slaves body he had gloried in her tightness, even as he cursed it from being able to hold him the way he wished. Tonight, her body loosened for him, forcibly stretched and spread wide as each time his tongue plunged into her to retrieve an egg, it became less of a struggle to drag it from her quivering body. He could smell her, that rich gravid scent that had his cock pushed entirely out of his vent beneath him while he flaunted his prize for the rest of the room. Two more eggs had followed the first, he had dragged them into the light, each time to the heralding of the priest calling out that they acknowledge that this was his rightful clutch. All three of them were massive, far larger than her slender form should have had to take. With the third egg, he had lifted his head high after setting it with its clutch mates.

Neera's body was quivering in his forepaws, shaking as she curled up with a noise low in her throat, her body so terribly spent, but deliciously so as he ran his paws along her possessively. She had been struggling with the last egg, the taste of her wetness still on his tongue as he mantled a wing protectively over his eggs, his curled tail keeping them drawn together and away from the chill of the ground as he considered those who had gathered here. Several of them were aroused by the sight, the males at least, the females were more sympathetic for the female that was sprawled out against his forelegs. They had at least known how hard it was to actually push out their own clutches.

"This is my clutch, laid in front of you, know them and know that soon they will hatch the heirs to my name!" He rumbled out, eyes slanted as he dragged the clutch in closer. "This gathering is dismissed."

"Oh come now, there hasn't been nearly enough entertainment." The oceanic dragon spoke up in a husky voice, his eyes were locked on the sleek long dragoness. "It is far too early to be dismissed."

"I agree." The gryphon commented out with a flick of his wings, but Kephis' attention was on his eggs, lowering his head down to nudge against the eggs tenderly, his eyes fixated on them to ensure there were no cracks of fractures.

"Then stay, my food is open to you, I have other matters to attend too." He responded dismissively. Kephis narrowed his eyes to slit as he shifted and let out a short barking summons to his servants.

There were many in waiting, but two were especially purchased for this day. The pair of gryphons that came out were softer and more delicate than the drakes that were laughing above him and summoning food. They were brighter colored and thicker feathered, their haunches were even feathered over instead of bearing fur. They were sweet and docile, already one of the drakes trilling out with a rush of eagerness at the sight of them, but it was muted when the guards emerged. His eggs would require care and attention, the pair of hens were known for their maternal instincts and could withstand the heat of the sands that he had heated deep within his estate. Their guards, one a hulking bear of a warrior and the other a thickly scaled crocodile with a scarred visage, would keep his young safe within the nest, outside of it, he had already arranged for private guards to stand ready.

The hens chirped softly at him, chirring down at the eggs eagerly with their feathers ruffling along the line of their wings as they unhooked their harnesses and moved to either side of his tail. They were swift and efficient, tender and gentle, but he still darted his head back and forth above them, his eyes studying the gold and bronze shells for any disturbance. They were beautiful, glossy smooth and just a hint of pearly sheen showing along their edges in the light as the two guards stood post. There were too many that might harm them, harm his lineage. He would need to keep them guarded as they grew and came closer to hatching, though for his clutch it might take years. There was no rush for them to be out into the world, they would have centuries of life together.

"Are you a hen or a drake, Kephis?" One of the dragons let out a trilling laugh as he watched the hens leave with the eggs, already moving with one paw nudging at Neera so that dragoness started to push up to all fours.

"Do you think I will spend my evening tending my eggs?" Kephis retorted, his tail lashing as Neera let out a muffled noise, her body was so delightfully spent, relaxing against his forelegs. "I plan on making sure my little brood queen is filled again before we retire, it is time that she learn to take me in full."

"You certainly seem to be showing the signs." Hallil, the gryphon, challenged and gaped his beak as he clicked his talons on the ground to summon the servants. "But don't let us stop you from curling around your clutch."

It was a deliberate goad, one that was picked up with a bit of laughter as he turned his head towards them and let out a soft hiss low in his throat, his jaws spreading open wide to show his teeth. It was the sort of barbs that were casually flung to all of them at one time or another, meant to spark a lively debate or perhaps set the other males off their game. The Lords were more infamous for making bald awful statements to one another, they didn't bother being subtle, the females were more subtle and sharp with their comments, designed to hide the venom beneath their words. Normally he would dismiss it, but today it struck him as he let out a low noise in his throat and looked down at the little female standing up at his paws. They had defied him, they had tried to accuse him of outright lying before the priesthood, he had to make a stand against them.

He could have waited until they had gathered again, a large gathering that could put them publicly in their place, but his mind was already dragged towards another matter entirely. He had every intention of feeling Neera's vulnerable body stretched open around every last inch of his cock plunged into her body, his knot swollen and sealing her shut properly. He had wanted it since the day he had first taken her, and now was his chance, her cervix was stretched and able to be wrapped around his foreknot, and now he could take down two birds with one shot. If they insisted on staying he could give them food and music, and entertainment... but he didn't have to provide them companions to relieve their arousal. And his entertainment... could simply show off his lovely bronze and emerald slave's body.

"Very well, then I will give you entertainment if you crave it, and food as you desire it." He drawled out, his paw down to draw his Neera closer to him. "Of course, I'm afraid that my household is busy with my clutch, so you will have to keep yourselves company."

His eyes slid towards the two females suggestively, they glared at him aggressively at the merely suggesting what he was hinting at. He ran his muzzle down, the sharp edge of the beak raked delicately along Neera's side, his breath came out in a short burst of air that brushed along her stomach, making her squirm in place. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him and his cock flexed against his belly, still stiff and hard along her upper chest, grinding wetly with a smear of thick strands of precum that had pooled against him.

"Now, my dear, we can't leave them bored when they have traveled so far to watch you lay." He murmured softly, his attention sliding entirely away from his guests. "And you must feel so terribly empty."

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"What?! NO! No I feel fine!" Neera managed to protest as the drake's touches turned from guiding to sensual, his mood shifting rapidly as he reared upwards with a low thrumming sound.

Her body was shaking with exhaustion and pain both, the aching throb of her lower body made it nearly impossible to think of anything except a hot bath and passing out. The eggs that had been pulled from her had been helped with the tongue, but that hadn't made it easy in the least bit. Her muscles had still been stretched open time and time again, strained to the point that she had been shuddering in place, her entire form locked in a mixture of pain and overwhelming pressure and now it was finally over. She felt lighter, empty, she no longer felt as if she were going to pass out, but her master was letting out a low eager noise in his throat as he lifted up high on his haunches and his forelegs curled around her, the paws wrapping right along the curve of her hips and pulled her upwards against him.

She couldn't stop him, even if she hadn't been shaking with exhaustion she couldn't have stopped him, he towered above her as he carefully dropped back and took her with him. His eyes glowing with avarice, no hint of the tender concern that had been there only a few moments before, the concern for his eggs that had overridden the desire he might have had about her body. She was thrown forward, her cry weak as his broad chest scales pushed against her and she caught herself on her hands, his entire body stretched beneath her like hammered gold. His wings spread open wide to either side, stretching into the distance as he gaped his jaws open in a sly smile, his paws sliding up to run along her curve of her ass cheeks as he had earlier.

"I will have you, my lovely one, every last inch of me will be inside of you, I will feel you writhing and caught on my body as you should have been from the first day." Kephis' words were panted out, the pupils flashed wide so that only a hint of the blue iris could be seen.

"I.. I want to rest, please.." She protested, her body being shifted up into the air even as she spoke, making her tail lash as a hiss of pain broke past her jaws. "Please, master!"

"You should call me that more often, my brood queen." He rolled his tongue over the endearment. "But I will not leave you empty for long."

As she was drawn up, she was moved, and the bronze and green dragoness went stiff and tense as she felt the all too familiar shaft trailing right along the inside of her thighs, trailing lightly. It was so slick, he had coated himself with his precum, how long had he been jutting from his vent to make him this messy? She didn't know, she didn't want to know, but she intimately found out as he pulled her down and forced her legs apart while the cock tip stroked right up against her recently strained folds. The first caress made her whimper, she tried to writhe away as she squeezed her eyes closed tightly as he rubbed along her, his haunches moving ever so slightly to drag up and down along her outer lips, coating the precum over her messily as he tilted his head up high in the air, watching her intently as his heavy paws forced her legs to splay open wide.

Her tail stiffened as his tapered cock tip nudged right up against her vulnerable outer lips, nudging right against them. She could hear the sound of those watching, the servants that were stepping into the room with the food, they had already seen this show before, she knew that, but now strange beasts were staring as the cock tip pushed upwards and slowly began to pry her aching body open. Neera cried out, she hated herself, but the small helpless sound burst free as the thick black cock tip slipped into her passage, oozing the rich precum inwards as her still contracting walls closed down around it automatically. She tried to pull her hips upwards in the air to relieve the pressure, but the rise of the hips forced the foreknot into her body with a smooth stroke, popping in with an obscene squelching noise.

Her master rumbled out in pleasure, his claws dug down tightly against the curve of her ass, forcing her to drop down as her legs splayed along the sweep of his lower stomach. She moved her forepaws up, struggling to keep herself from being impaled, but she was steadily impaled as the length parted her inner walls open wider and wider. The muscles clutched around him, she couldn't stop herself, and every contraction that ran through her inner walls made the dragon croon out in delighted pleasure. She was so slick and wet, the cock easily slipped through, spilling out precum as every clutch was a caress of silken hold. He plunged in deeper, nudging towards the barrier of her achingly stretched cervix. She jerked upwards, struggling with a high pitched cry when she felt the nestling caress of the cock tip against the rubbery opening that had so recently had eggs forced through.

Neera had a brief moment of relief as she lifted her hips upwards, dragging the foreknot from her body as she let out a choking cry to feel the barbs flaring open inside of her, scraping along her and pulling the wetness from her body. She balled her fists up, leaning forward while the dragon lifted his head to flick his tongue out along the curve of her jaw line messily. Her body squeezed around him, digging the barbs into her body before the paws pulled her back down again, the claws hooking roughly against her as she was forced down along the inky black spire. The cock tip shoved up again and Kephis let out a sharp hiss of pure pleasure as he felt the narrow opening of her cervix spreading around his cock tip. She felt him tensing under her as the pressure grew, her plush vulnerable passage stretched wider and wider, wrapping over the swollen tip that began to nudge towards her recently emptied womb.

It was too much, the overwhelming feel of her body being impaled had her crying out in short gasping bursts as the swollen tip plunged through her, lowering her towards the base. She had never felt the walls straining open wider and wider, dragging her down towards the base of the heavy spire. He was so much larger there, straining her outer lips as wide as the eggs had, and when she let out a crying call that erupted from her throat the beast only snarled out in pleasure as he lunged up in a powerful thrust. The cock tip pushed its way into her emptied womb, plunging forward to fill her, bulging her belly open again as the beast's jaws suddenly closed down around her shoulder and upper chest, tightening and gripping roughly as she squealed out. She didn't care she was being watched, the shrieking call came out again as Kephis ground his hips upwards, stirring his cock through her silky soft cervix, her body molded around him intimately tight.

She could feel the warm drooling precum spilling into her, pooling deep before the drake dragged his hips backwards, pulling himself steadily inch by inch back. The slow drags raking the barbs through her again so she writhed and bucked in place, jerking and hunching her back down as her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She choked out her call, but Kephis thrummed in pure pleasure, vibrating through her body as he drove himself back into her again, filling her womb with a pouring rush of his precum, mingling with the her own wetness that was pushed out onto his scales as he impaled her, steadily working his way through her.

The thick knot at the base pushed its way past her outer lips, too small to do more than just force the lips inwards, but still making her ache as he pushed in and dragged back down through her with a short jerk back. There was a wet popping noise as he pulled backwards and then pushed upwards with a powerful drive of his haunches to plunge his tip through her body. He worked past the contractions, every one that tried to squeeze out the cock from her passage uselessly before he pushed his way back into her body to claim her again. The foreknot worked its way in and out of her cervix, pulling and dragging through the dilate opening as every thrust forward pushed him right into her womb so it bulged with the heavy weight. The barbs raked and dragged through her, a painful sting that occasionally made her cry out, the sounds were soon mocked with laughter from the gathered lords and ladies.

They were mocking her, staring at her without any attempt to hide the fact they were enjoying the show as the swollen base plunged forward with a powerful drive that bucked her higher in the air, her outer lips straying open around the knot at the base. The aching strain tearing through her as the thickness began to form and spread wider and wider, the tip began to pulse and swell wider, pushing its way past her cervix with a painful ache that had her tucking her head down, struggling against the hold of the jaws squeezing against her. She could feel the force of his haunches, the thrusts upwards as he dragged her down, if he had been on top of her she would have been rocked across the floor. As it was, she intimately felt the barbs flaring out through the passage of her cervix, the foreknot flaring open as it was forced through her.

His base knot worked in and out, every thrust forward pried her open wider, forcibly stretching her outer lips as it pushed home with a slick noise, the draw back was more of a struggle. The larger his base grew, the more her abused muscles were forced to swallow around him, and the drag out sent shudders that had her hips bucking in place. She couldn't stop herself, the movement happened no matter what, shuddering arching thrusts of her hips that wedged the knot in deeper. Every draw back was a struggle, her body straining and shuddering to hold the knot before it popped free again with a slick sound, the foreknot working through her before plunging forward again, rocking her up higher in the air as he drove himself home, sinking every last inch inside of her contracting passage.

Neera cried out, her jaws spread open wide, the shudder rocked down the length of her body as she felt the knot driving home, pushing into her cervix, the tip gliding over the smooth caressing walls of her egg chamber as Kephis hilted himself. His roar was muffled against her shoulder as the base spread her open, the swollen knot brutally prying her walls apart until her legs were splayed as wide as they could go. Every muscle was locked in place around him, molded, until she was little more than a toy used for his own pleasure. She felt every throb, every inch that pried her open, her obscenely stretched outer lips forced into a thin O that was pushed up against his vent as his stomach muscles started to tense up.

The dragoness shuddered, her tail jerking upwards as the felt the entire cock lurching within her, the cock throbbed before a hot thick stream of cum erupted from his tip. She felt it hitting against the insides of her recently emptied egg chamber, pouring through her as her walls squeezed and pulled along the length of him. Every quivering pulse emptied into her, the warm thick cream coating her aching inner passage as she locked around his knot and tried not to move as the jaws clenched harder. His eyes were squeezed shut in pure ecstasy as he felt the silky emptied egg chamber kissing around the head of his cock, her contractions pulled around him, dragging and suckling up his cum as if she were eager already for her next clutch. Oh, she would have a lively next few days, if he had his way, he would keep her womb so filled with his seed that she might as well be carrying his clutch again...