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I look up into one of the cave tunnels, the sounds of Scylla’s constant ‘computer’ use echoing through the stone passage. My lips draw back into a small growl, annoyance bubbling up in my chest. Why can’t she be a normal drake? Find a hoard, that isn’t just plastic human junk! I mean, if they were golden, I wouldn’t care, at least it would count as a dragon’s hoard. But no, the closest thing to a hoard she has, is that mountain of plushies she occasionally sleeps under. She’s almost fifty years old, and hasn’t even looked for a cave of her own, nor a mate. It’s not wrong for me to want grand-drakes.

I am only able to last so long, before my annoyance bubbles over into full blown anger, getting up from my own hoard of gold coins. A deep grunt of irritation escapes my lips as my four legs move on their own accord, before moving deeper into the cave, following the echoing sounds. Getting louder and louder, the noise mirrors my own emotions. It doesn’t take me long before I get to my daughter’s den, finding her sat upright on a large ‘bean bag’.

Her den isn’t too large, at least compared to some other parts of the cave. She’s never needed too much space, as a dragon’s size is directly affected by the size and density of their hoard. Which is why most dragons choose coins, gems and jewels. Small and dense, making large hoards more ideal.

My eyes focus on her rear, getting an idea of how I should deal with her.

Entering her den, I move up from behind my daughter, I can see us both reflected in her streaming feed’. But I don’t care, only focusing on the slouch of a dragon. I move onto my hind legs and wrap my front talons around my daughter’s neck, pulling her off her ‘bean bag’. Her headphones are ripped from her ears, causing her to yelp.

As she calls out again in surprise, I half throw her onto her bed, chest down onto the mattress. Scylla looks back at me, but before she manages to say anything, I pounce onto her, pinning her down onto the bed. All four of my talons grip into the bed, keeping me on top of her as she tries to struggle beneath me. Try as she might, with how much bigger I am than her, she’s fully trapped beneath me.

“M-mom! What are you doing?” Scylla call out as I push her down against her mattress, my talons digging into her shoulders.

“I’ve had enough of this...” I growl out, bearing my teeth as I press my weight down against her body. “All you do is collect junk! And stare at your computer! All! Day!”

“That’s my hoard! You just don’t understand!”

“I understand plenty! You can’t even be bothered to decimate a village, let alone a kingdom!”

Scylla’s back legs try to kick out at me, the movements only succeeding in letting me move in between her thighs. Her eyes widen as she looks down in between my legs, seeing the tip of my cock poking out of my slit. Her maw opening in shock for a second, before she growls and bears her teeth back up at me.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

“Silence!” I growl out deeply, moving my slit up against my daughter’s pussy, the tip of my cock grinding against her surprisingly wet folds. I’ve always loved grinding myself against a virgin backside. The tightness that my tapered, knotted cock feels wonderful against. “Fuck yeah... that’s the spot.”

“M-mom! Stop! Please! I... I’ll do whatever you want, I promise!”

“No! It’s far too late for that...” I slowly move my maw to her ear, pinning her fully onto her bed. “You’re been living in my cave for fifty years... it’s obvious you need to be shown how to be a dragon.”

I feel myself grow with lust, my hips buck against my daughter’s body, loving how easy her folds spread around my length. Scylla calls out as I do this, her pussy tightening around my cock as I start to thrust into her. Quickly finding my rhythm, I slam my hips down into her body, letting out grunts of effort on every thrust forward. I grit my teeth slightly as I hear Scylla moan out in response, although, I’m unsure if it’s from pleasure.

“F-fuck! You’re just like your father...” I growl out, nipping my daughter’s neck softly. “He adjusted to me so well, bet you’ll be just as ‘adaptive’.”

“S-stop...” Scylla growls out, looking up at me.

“Why? Afraid you like it?”

“The... the computer...”

“Fuck... don’t you ever think about anything else?” I ask, digging my claws even more into her shoulders.

“N-no... the stream!”

I let out a deep growl, moving my talons to Scylla’s head, I pin her head down against her bed. Forcing her eyes closed, hoping she might finally think of anything else. With this, I slam myself harder against her ass, growling out even deeper. I finally let myself fuck her as hard as I’m used to, my heart beating harder and harder in my chest.

“Fuck... you’re ass is so plump!”

“D-don’t... say... that...” Scylla huffs out, her maw resisting against my talons as she speaks.

“Why not? You think you got any control here?” I grin widely, forcing even more of my cock into her body. “You’re father thought the same the first time I bred him. Wasn’t long before he was begging for my cock. That’s when I knew he only wanted to be bred, that’s when I had him fuck me. Couldn’t let him think he was in control when we were fucking.”

“I... I can’t...”

“What? Get enough? Don’t worry, no on can get enough of mommy’s dick...”

I fuck her harder and rougher, feeling her folds clamp down on my length. Although, I’m unsure whether it’s to try and resist me, or to milk me cock for everything I have to offer her. Bearing my teeth, I open my maw and let out a long, deep, guttural moan of bliss. My daughter’s pussy feels as good as her father’s ass, although, somehow softer and even more inviting.

Minutes turn into hours. Hours of pure, sweaty, rough breeding. Scylla’s groans of exertion, turn to moans and whimpers of pleasure. I make sure not to push myself too far, wanting to drag this out for as long as possible. I raise my head, loving how good Scylla feels around me. Despite how much I may dislike how much time she spends in her den, in her human contraptions. I have to admit, I love how tight she is, how soft her ass is. I bet she gets such a plump behind from sitting on her bean bag chair all day. Maybe it isn’t so bad, if it creates padding like this.

Scylla turned around on the bed about halfway through, her chest now facing upwards towards mine. Her eyes are glazed with lust, unfocused as her maw opens, as if she wants to try and say something. But only random sounds escape her lips. Now, I get to watch the faces she makes while I work her body. But I know this can’t last forever, knowing that I’m going to need to finally finish inside her. I grab onto her maw, closing it as I aim her snout towards me, bearing my teeth in a wide grin.

“Look at me, girl.” I growl out, my eyes burning in passion. “Look at mommy...”

“Ah... f-fu-fuh... m-mo-mommy...” Scylla moans out, her gaze only managing to focus on me for a second, before looking up into space.

“Mommy’s gonna give you all you need!”

I finally let myself go, my knot pushing up against my daughter’s rump. She’s been loose enough to take my knot for a good hour or so, her body having begged for it even harder. My knot slips into her body, and I give a roar as I finally claim my daughter. It feels amazing to actively claim another dragon, something I hadn’t felt since the last time Scylla’s father raised his tail. Bringing her head down against my chest, I bear down against my daughter as I fill her womb with thick shots of seed.

Claiming her body as my own, I feel immense euphoria wash over me, a part of me washing down into my daughter. I let myself process the orgasm, wanting to empty every drop of cum into my mate. Looking down at my daughter, my orgasm slowly stops, heat radiating from my body. The whole situation felt like pure bliss, like some part of me I had forgotten about, had took control of me once more. Gazing into my mate’s eyes, I like my lips slowly, making sure she watches it.

“Y-you... are so going to get fucking pregnant.” I growl, bearing my teeth down at her.

“M-m-mommy...”

“You’re the... ‘mommy’ now. Can’t wait to see... how big your stomach will be. If you’re anything like me, you’re belly will stop you being able to walk for a bit.”

Scylla looks up at me, her eyes focusing slightly at me, my talons move away from her maw, freeing her from my grasp. Her head rolls to the side, looking towards the computer, before closing her eyes, passing out from the hours of rutting. I take a moment to look over her, her sweat covered scales glistening in the light. After a few seconds, I move down slowly, and press my lips against her cheek, tasting the salty sweat off her scales as I kiss her.

“Make mommy proud, my little one.” I whisper into her ear, my heart racing in my chest as I watch her sleep.

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Scylla took almost half a day to come out of her den, her midsection bulging slightly as her back leg limps slightly while she walks. I half expected her to scowl at me, before flying off and never seeing me again. But no. In fact, she looked at me with what I can only describe as... lust, and a bubbling love underneath it. After eating some food out of our storage, she comes over to me, kissing me on the lips for a couple seconds, before heading back to her den.

Just like before, I barely see her outside of these small interactions. But every time I do, her stomach seems to grow. Although, after a couple days, it almost looked like her body was changing too. Growing in size as her previous plump frame and... weighted figure slowly turns into a quite attractive curvy frame. But I know it can’t be true, it’s probably just me finally taking notice of her. Finding her more and more attractive with every inch her belly grows, accommodating the growing egg inside of her womb.

After a week, she stopped coming out of her den, even for food. I know dragons can last a few weeks without eating, surviving on magical reserves. I was going to give her longer than the few days after her new, more reclusive behaviour. That was, until I heard her scream.

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“AAAHHHH!!!”

My head perks up as the sound echoes through the cave system, bringing me to my feet. I run up through the cave system, quickly getting to my daughter’s den, finding her against the wall, her bean bag under her back. Her legs are spread, as her draconic folds wink open and close rhythmically.

But something else takes my focus; the sheer size of her now. Scylla has to be one of the largest dragons I’ve ever seen. My gaze moves up and down her body, taking in her frame. She’s a lot slender than she was before, but still keeping a curvy overall frame. While she originally had just two large horns atop her head, now she has four. With more, short horns across her jawline. Looking at her belly, it’s stretched out immensely, taking me aback at how she could even fit something so big inside her.

Now that my focus is on her stomach, I find a large throbbing member, a thick trail of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. It’s just like mine, but way larger. A tapered red tip, with a thick midsection, and a deep purple knot, that looks almost two thirds the size of my head. For just a moment, I’m reminded of her father. Despite him being more submissive that a drake-ess in heat, he did have one hell of a knot on him.

Her head bends slightly as she calls out again, her pussy spreading out for a few seconds, something shifting inside of her. The bulge inside her slowly moves down, but only an inch or two, before Scylla stops pushing. I can only watch as my daughter huffs, sweat falling down her forehead. She looks down at me, her gaze focusing on me.

“M-mom... I... I’m so full...” She says, her voice deeper than it had been before, pausing to breathe deeply. “P-please... help me... M-mommy...”

This slowly takes me out of my trance, as I move over to my daughter, only realising now how much bigger she is than me. I put my talons onto her thighs, spreading her legs out a little more. My talons can barely cover half the area that they used to, showing me just how much my little girl’s grown. I have no idea how she’s been able to grow, especially given the hoard size she’d need to get to this size. But I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Without saying a word. I move down, and push my maw in between her legs, pressing my lips against her folds. Her pussy opens and closes again, my daughter growling out loudly, seemingly being hit by another contraction. I let my tongue lick up her folds, nice and slow at first, before sinking my wet digit into her warmth. My saliva mixes with my daughter’s juices, gulping some of it down. The taste of her lust only drives me further, my mind reeling from how good she tastes. I wonder if this is purely her taste, or whether her giving birth is making her taste even better.

“O-oh fuck... mommy...” Scylla moans out, her voice rumbling out into her den. “It’s too big... your egg is too big...”

I can only moan out against her pussy, trying to respond to her, but only able to make senseless sounds back to her. Looking up at her, I watch as she puts her front talons onto the top of her belly. Once again, she groans out deeply as her pussy begins to open and close, another contraction moving through her body. As this happens, Scylla presses her talons down on her bulging stomach, trying to get more of the egg out of her. This seems to work a little, getting the egg closer to her outer folds.

I give Scylla’s pussy one last lick, before pulling back, standing on my back legs. Putting my own talons onto hers, I grit my teeth as I watch my daughter’s reaction. It takes a few seconds, but another contraction rips through Scylla’s body, and I push down onto her belly. With my added weight and our combined pressure, we are able to get the egg further and further down her love canal. As the contraction fades, I move back a little, looking down at my daughter as I lick her juices off my lips.

Putting my back legs onto my daughter’s inner thighs, I keep her legs spread as I wait for the next opportunity. Taking a little less time, another contraction occurs, and the both of us push down onto the egg, getting the egg to her outer lips. This is the only thing keeping her from actively giving birth, our last hurdle. Waiting once more, I look my daughter in the eyes.

“Once more, sweetie. One more push!” I order her, half smiling at her.

“I... don’t know if I can, mommy...” Scylla responds, huffing out as even more sweat pours from her forehead.

“You’re going to need to do it, baby. Just once more.”

Just as I say this, Scylla calls out again, yet another contraction rolling through her body. The both of us work together again, pushing down on the egg once more. Scylla yells out in pain as the egg resists for a few moments, but finally pops out of her pussy. It scatters across the floor, coming to a slow stop near my daughter’s computer. I look over to the egg, making sure it’s okay. After a few seconds, I look back at Scylla, finding her large blue eyes looking back at me.

“Did... I do good?” She asks breathlessly, her voice weak as she moves against my body.

“Mmmph, you did very well sweetie.” I respond to her, kissing her on the lips, giving them a soft lick.

“Wh-when can... you put another... egg in me?”

“You barely gave birth to this one.” I say, smiling at her.

“I need to... give you grand-drakes...”

“You need to rest, even a big girl like you needs to recover.”

“I’ll try... for you, mom.”

“Good girl,” I give her lips another kiss.

I barely have chance to move off of her, getting her quilt, before the dragon speaks up again. “Wanna know... how I got so big?”

“That can wait sweetie.”

She looks over to her computer as I place the admittedly small quilt over her front. “You’re... famous. We were streamed, when you... gave me your egg.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, looking over to her computer.

“I’m monetised...”

I take a moment to try and understand what she meant, but decide to ask her later, when she’s rested. With another kiss on the head, I leave her to her rest.