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Marlene's only warning of the danger her family faced came in the fragrant smell of anise being cooked. She set inside the dishwasher the final plate in the sink and kicked the thing close before moving around to the living room where Elaine sat watching TV.

“Dear, are you burning something?"

“No…" she paused what was on the TV and said, “I smell it though—like mulled wine. Bit out of season, isn't it?"

Marlene frowned. “Alright, where's your brother, maybe he knows something about it—"

“Oh, it's just my mistress," Alanna said as she stepped down the stairs and into the living room, talons clicking on each step.

Marlene and Elaine both gawked at the amethyst dragon standing in their living room. What was once Marlene's son now was a dragoness, an hourglass figure, ample bust, glittering amethyst scales growing fine and smooth around her groin. Plump labia replacing her cock and balls. Her ears a set of pink frills on the sides of her head, with a mane of dark hair that fell to the side of her angular muzzle. That hair swept down her spine to a tufted tip at her tail. Her pink wings opened up and Alanna stepped into the room, spinning around and saying, “What do you think, mother?"

“A-Alan?"

“Alanna," the dragoness corrected, then bobbed her head left and right, “For now, I might change it to something more draconic sounding."

“Holy shit what happened to you?" Elaine said as she got off the couch, making her way over to her new sister only for Marlene to grab her wrist.

“We need to leave, now," Marlene said. “Before hi—her master returns—"

“Oh, there is no need to run off," Sanna said as she appeared before the front door. How long could she have been here, and what for—Marlene understood and pulled the collar of her dress up over her nose. “Don't breathe in that smell, Elaine. It will mess with you." Marlene already felt far more flushed than she should. She glanced from Alanna to the other dragoness, this one like her changed child, but a head taller, horns not sleek and sliding backwards, but antlered like an elk's. Scales an obsidian with a fetching burgundy front, and amber eyes that when Marlene met she could not turn away from.

“How interesting, you know more than you let on," Sanna said as she stepped closer.

Marlene hugged Elaine tight to her and backed away from both dragonesses until she hit the sofa against the wall, almost falling onto it.

“Mom what the fuck is happening?"

“Shh, it'll be alright, dear."

“Oh, it will be more than alright," Sanna said as she stopped a few paces away from the two, Alanna coming to her side.

Their tails casually coiled together, as Alanna looked up lovingly at Sanna and said, “My mistress is going to share her gifts with all of us."

“Well, the three of you," Sanna said, “Because you three already have it. I'm going to guess… grandmother?" Sanna studied Marlene's face as she probed, “Ah, no, grandfather. Fascinating."

“He was a good man—he just wanted to live among humans, and my grandmother let him," Sanna said.

“Great grandpa?" Alanna said. “Really? I bet he never did die, did he?" When Marlene's grandmother died of natural causes, her partner lost his tether to this world and returned to his, leaving behind a line of human children with draconic blood. It was why Alanna had been able to summon Sanna in the first place. Marlene was supposed to die with that knowledge.

Marlene looked at Alanna and tried to say, “Listen, son—"

“Daughter, this is who I want to be, mom. I've wanted to be a dragon since I was a kid."

“I understand that," Marlene said, trying to keep her voice steady. It pained her just how much she understood that longing. She had asked her grandfather to change her, to imbue her with the magic to hide her form when she needed, but he had refused. She accepted he was trying to protect her, a noble, kind, brass dragon who understood how their bloodline could attract the attention of much less scrupulous sorts. “It's basic rules, Alanna, a black dragon like her is only concerned about collecting power around her. She is selfish—"

“How needlessly essentialist," Sanna said. “I've not done anything but give your daughter what she wants."

“Fine, then leave the rest of my family alone," Marlene said. “We've done nothing wrong and want nothing to do with you."

“Oh but I beg to differ," Sanna said as she took another step towards the pair, towering over both smaller women. “I can smell your longing same as I smelled Alanna's. You reek of it. Oh, you've tried to forget it, bury it, but I know how out of sorts your blood feels in this meek human form. I can give you what you've always wanted."

“Mom?" Elaine piped up. “W-what is she talking about?"

“I am talking about Marlene's furious envy towards her eldest daughter."

“I am not jealous!" Marlene snapped. But how could she not see Alanna glimmering amethyst scales, her beautiful soft wings, and not have those old feelings resurface? She only ever saw her grandfather once as a dragon, but it had burned into her mind as the most desirable thing she'd ever seen—until now.

Sanna held up her fingers and snapped them. Some sort of force ripped Marlene and Elaine away from one another, each flung into the opposite end of their L shaped couch. Dazed, head spinning, Marlene couldn't stop Sanna from sitting down next to Elaine, wrapping an arm around the younger woman. “She's only eighteen, please!" Marlene pleaded.

Elaine trembled in Sanna's arms, the smoky anise scent so strong now that it made Elaine lightheaded. She should be scared out of her wits, but instead she felt relaxed, like she slipped into a warm bath after a long day of working. It was impossible not to settle against the big dragoness, to let Sanna touch the tip of her chin, make her look up into Sanna's amber, reptilian eyes and gasp at their beauty.

“What do you want, dear? Ask and mistress will give it," Sanna said to Elaine as if she was the girl's mother.

“To be… to be like—"

“Elaine no!" Marlene tried to get up, but Alanna stepped in front of her.

“You don't get to make decisions for her," Alanna said.

“Alan please—"

“It's Alanna!"

“I'm sorry! Alanna please, please don't let your sister under her spell. She's not done anything to deserve this."

“But I want it," Elaine said in a breathy whisper.

“Of course you do, dear. You reek of need," Sanna said.

Bereft of what to do, Marlene tilted her head up and shouted her husband's name: “Carlyle! Carlyle help me please!"

“That won't work. He will be distracted until we are done here," Sanna said. “Come now, Marlene, your children understand their desires, understand that after all this time they can have what their blood craves. I can give it to you."

“Look at me mother, aren't I beautiful?" Alanna asked as she slid her palms down her front, relishing in the feeling of touching her own scales. Marlene couldn't express how dazzling Alanna looked to her. It pained her—left her heart aching with a strange body dysmorphia she held in for decades now. “We can be happy, together, as a family."

“As her thralls," Marlene said, still trying to cover her nose against that scent. It wasn't working. She felt her cheeks flushed, heart pounding in her throat. Her own desires fought with her better senses like two starving animals over a scrap of meat.

Sanna spoke up, “I swear Alanna is not my pawn. Neither will the two of you be. I think you will find it much better to just be one happy family."

“With you at its head."

“Of course, every draconic household is headed by its matriarch," Sanna said. She affectionately scritched under Elaine's chin, getting a soft moan from the girl. Elaine tilted her chin up and leaned into Sanna's touch. “You don't mind, do you? Happy to be my little pet."

“Don't touch her," Marlene snapped. “Please just let us go."

Sanna stopped her scritching and asked Elaine, “Do you want me to stop, dear?"

“N-no," Elaine said, whole body flushed by now. She leaked into her panties, groin burning up with need. She couldn't remember ever being so horny yet languid at the same time. Utterly at Sanna's mercy.

“Let her be, mom," Alanna said as she stepped in front of Marlene. She knelt down before her mother, who tried to scramble deeper into the couch. “Don't you want to touch my scales?"

“I-I want to leave."

“Then leave," Sanna said. “I am not going to stop you."

“Give me Elaine."

“Your children have made up their mind and they are mine," Sanna said. “The only way to be with them is to submit as they have, to change as Alanna has."

“Please don't go," Alanna pleaded. Her amethyst hands touched Marlene's bare feet. She shivered at Alannna's touch, those smooth scales on skin felt as good as Marlene remembered, even if it had been twenty years. “Mom, I want you here. Don't you want me?" Alanna climbed into the couch, gently, carefully. Marlene couldn't shrink away from her, and could only let herself be pulled into Alanna's embrace. Her daughter's breast pressed into her cheek, the scales there soft and just as pleasant to the touch. Her scent like that anise but more floral and fragrant. “I don't want to lose you," Alanna whispered in her mother's ear.

That plea broke her. Marlene wouldn't leave her children, even if every survival instinct told her otherwise, she was their mother.

“We… we'll be together?" Marlene asked.

Alanna hugged her tighter and said, “We'll be closer than ever, mom."

“Everything in me is telling me—"

“Shhh," Alanna cooed, “You're just scared. I promise it will feel wonderful. Like you're actually being born into the world how you were supposed to be."

“Al-Alanna," tears beaded Marlene's eyes. “You don't know how long I waited."

“No more, mom, look at me, here." Their shared green eyes, one slitted and reptilian, the other human, studied each other. Alanna took her mother's chin and whispered, “You're going to be so beautiful—I love you so much, mom."

Marlene was not ready for Alanna to lean in, for those scaly lips to meet hers in a gentle kiss. She gasped and pulled her head back and said, “I-I'm your—mmmph," silenced by a more forceful kiss. Her whole body shuddered. Those scaled lips felt so right and natural on hers; it was all too easy to let her mouth open when Alanna's tongue licked her lips, begged for entry, and when that forked tongue slipped inside her maw Marlene couldn't help but moan and melt, melt into a kiss from her own flesh and blood. She would never have imagined doing this with Alanna, but it felt so right for their tastebuds to press and grind together, for that forked muscle to tease the roof of her mouth, for Alanna to tilt her muzzle and open her maw and force that tongue deeper, for it to plunge into her throat. Marlene didn't so much as gag, but her nether lips certainly gushed, soaking the panties beneath her dress as Alanna growled and grabbed a fistful of one of her mother's tits. She liked the way it filled her palm, how Marlene's back arched into Alanna's touch.

Marlene had always been a handsome, natural beauty. Not some kind of bombshell, but the kind of woman who showed strength and feminine charms in equal measure. Alanna had always admired her, and it was only natural for that admiration to tilt into desire, especially when Alanna was so confident of the pleasure she could bring.

She broke the kiss, tongue sliding from Marlen's lips into hers, leaving the older woman dazed and panting. Alanna said, “Let's get these clothes off you," and pulled at the purple hem of Marlene's dress.

Elaine watched, wildly jealous and wide-eyed as her mother stripped for her older sibling. The dress thrown off, Alanna extended the claws on a hand and slipped them under Marlene's bra, snipping it in two and letting it fall. The pink panties Marlene wore were soaked dark. Alanna scooted back on the couch, grabbed Marlene's thighs and yanked her onto her back before Alanna shoved her snout into Marlene's groin. Elaine heard Alanna suck in a hard breath, and it made the younger sister's pussy heat up to see her older sibling clearly enjoy the scent of their mother's arousal. Elaine wasn't sure how they smelled anything past the strong, overwhelming scent of Sanna, who still held onto Elaine.

Sanna leaned over and whispered, “Just watch for now, dear." And casually, Sanna twisted so she more faced Elaine, breast brushing against the young woman's jaw. She dug her hand under the waistband of her pajamas, and began to slowly rub the bare cunt beneath, making Elaine whimper and moan. “Naughty girl," Sanna said in her ear, “Not wearing panties around the house. Like you were waiting for us to show up."

Elaine couldn't help but roll her hips into the fingers rubbing her labia, eyes still glued to Alanna, who kissed the plump pussy lips of their mother's through those ruined panties before she used her claws to shred them like she did the bra. It was hypnotic watching Marlene's breast rise and fall with each heated breath. Marlene dared to ask, “D-did it hurt?"

“Hmm?" Alanna wrapped her arms around Marlene's thighs, propped up on her elbows, looking up over Marlene's mound, her stomach with a curl of fat, her full breasts, to Marlene's face. Alanna's mother had such a matronly beauty to her, and the newly minted dragoness could not wait to see what became of Marlene when she changed.

“I mean when you transformed?"

“It was ecstatic," Alanna said. “It will be for you, too. All you need to do is relax and enjoy yourself." Alanna finished by kissing Marlene's mound, getting a gasp from the older woman. The salt, bitter but sharp flavor of her mother's pussy made Alanna growl. Her fat, forked tongue slid out and slipped down the crevice of Marlene's labia, spread those nethere lips, tastebuds gliding across clit, urethra, to the drooling opening of her mother's vagina. Marlene moaned, unable to stop from arching her back and pushing her hips into that tonguing. It continued spilling from Alanna's maw, worming its prehensile tip inside her cunny like a snake sliding into its burrow. Marlene's walls clenched around it, whimpering as that forked muscle wriggled deeper inside her. Alanna opened her maw, sharp teeth pinched into Marlene's groin as if she meant to chomp it, but no, it was to get her maw closer to stuff as much tongue into Marlene's quivering cunny as possible.

Elaine burned with jealousy watching that dark crimson muscle push and cave inward their mother's pussy. Her cunt leaked freely on Sanna's fingers, her mouth hanging open a little as Alanna oral muscle stuffed inside Marlene's cunt completely. Their mother wrapped her legs around Alanna's head and she bucked into the tonguing, moaning lurid and loud. “Fu-fuck Alanna… it's so much…"

“Don't hold back," Sanna insisted. “Cum inside your daughter's mouth."

Elaine's whimpering made Alanna want to promise her sister she would be next. Right now she was focused on the plump, squeezing pussy gripping her muscle. It spilled and wriggled inside Marlene's cunt like an eel burrowing into the mud of a river. Digging so deep the forked tipped ground into Marlene's cervix, doubled up as so much girthy muscle stuffed that pussy that every movement of it rubbed deliciously against those heated walls. The cloying flavor of them coated Alanna's palate and had the dragoness dripping.

Marlene could not take anymore. She'd never been so full in her life, and her husband was woefully inept at eating her out. But her daughter… Alanna, that tongue touched every part of her at once, ground against her walls as it wriggled in and out her stuffed cunt. It was far more pleasure than any one woman could take. And the legs wrapped around Alanna squeezed tighter as Marlene's body quaked with her orgasm. Her daughter's horns pinched into her thighs as her walls clamped down, hips juddering with each explosive wave of pleasure through her. Her walls gushed and she squirted—for the first time in her life, by her daughter no less!—into Alanna's maw, where it spilled out and dripped down her chin, across Marlene's groin and butt, and into the couch, staining it and filling the room with the smell of her spent orgasm. Tears wept from the corner of her eyes as she moaned weakly, that tongue, despite how tightly she clenched, still wound through her, the forked tip peaking out her entrance around the girthy base, the muscle having doubled back from stuffing Marlene so full.

“What do you think? Think she's ready," Sanna whispered in Elaine's ear.

“R-ready for?"

“To be transformed and bred by me, of course."

Marlene's thighs finally released Alanna's head, flopping down onto the couch, exhausted. She moaned weakly as Alanna slowly slurped her tongue back into her mouth, only to climb back up her mother. Alanna pulled Marlene into a hungry kiss, tongue plowing back into her mother so they might share the taste of her orgasm. Marlene groaned around the invading muscle as it leisurely slipped down her throat. Scrubbed her esophagus with draconic spit. Marlene, totally overwhelmed, could do nothing but accept her daughter's affections. Not that she wanted anything else. Her earlier resistance seemed futile and silly compared to the rapturous pleasure her daughter offered.

“I think she is ready for me, don't you?" Sanna said to Alanna, who sat up, breaking the kiss and long tongue slurping out of Marlene's mouth back into hers. Marlene moaned weakly, while Alanna leered down at her with a lascivious grin.

“Our mistress is going to turn you now, mother."

“W-what about me?" Elaine whined.

Sanna kissed her cheek and whispered, “Shhh, pet, don't think I'm going to ignore you." Sanna spread her thighs and touched her slit. “I want you to get me ready."

Elaine suddenly had a knot in her throat, which only grew in size when Alanna's breasts pushed up against her back, older sister breathing in her ear, “Get on your knees for our mistress."

“They should both get acquainted with it, shouldn't they?" Sanna said as she spread her thighs wider and gestured for Marlene to come to her. “I know the fire has not burnt out in you yet, dear. Come and join your daughter," said as Elaine was guided by Alanna onto the carpet, on her knees between the bigger dragoness's legs. Marlene, shaky-legged, got up and stumbled her way to Elaine's side. This close to their new mistress, both women smelled that pungent, smoky anise smell. Its musk weathering away any sense of selfhood, replaced with a burning desire for devotion, pleasure, and service.

Sanna's burgundy scales were so fine and smooth at her groin, flowing in a pattern that led the eye to her swollen slit. A bud at the crest of its lips growing that Marlene first thought was the dragoness's clit, till Elaine leaned in and kissed it. That tip flexed and throbbed, more of it bloomed from the slit. Now on the spade tip Marlene recognized a urethra. Elaine licked that exposed member, surprised by the salty, sweet almost floral taste of it. Smoky and pungent, complex as a rich scotch or fine perfume. Elaine moaned and dug her face into it, getting a big, obsidian hand planted on the back of her head as that draconic cock grew in Elaine's mouth.

“Mmmm, good girl," Sanna said.

“Can I tell them?" Alanna asked with a little giggle.

“By all means, little bird," Sanna said as she rubbed the back of Elaine's head, enjoying the girl's suckling lips on her glans, her dick filling out the young woman's mouth.

“It's my cock mistress is using," Alanna said with a gleeful little giggle.

“Mmmph," Elaine didn't understand it at all, but she did shudder as that fat, ridged shaft started to wedge its way into Elaine's throat. She gagged and had to release it. She came off the crimson shaft coughing, which was only half-erect from its slit at that point.

Marlene said, “Let me help you," and greedily shouldered Elaine away. She cupped the cock like a precious heirloom and rubbed it against her cheek. Slimy slit fluid and saliva smearing on her skin, scenting her with its pungent musk. Marlene moaned and dragged her tongue up the shaft. She lapped up a line of salty precum, shuddering as she swallowed it, feeling heat swim through her core as she wrapped her lips around the draconic cock's pointy glans; a beastly organ meant for deeply penetrating slutty mothers like Marlene. She imagined Alanna over her with this thing, driving it deep inside her, and her lower half quaked, fresh arousal squeezed from her pussy.

Elaine, not to be outdone by her mother, dipped her head under the older woman's to kiss the base of Sanna's slit. Her tongue pushed inside it and got a strong punch of that salty, floral flavor. It made her head spin. She moaned as her muscle felt the throbbing base of the draconic cock still trapped in its folds. While Marlene bobbed her head on the shaft, Elain frenched Sanna's slit, trying her best to press her tastebuds into the base of that enormous cock. Already above her Marlene gagged on it, just like her daughter, unable to get more than five inches in at a time.

Alanna, not to be ignored, pulled her mistress into a kiss, who leaned back and tilted her muzzle, lips meeting her original supplicant's. Soon their tongues coiled together, palates ground against each other, Sanna sampling the flavor of Marlene's pussy. Their oral muscles danced in their maws like snakes mating, Sanna content to let the two women between her legs nurse on her cock till it finally pushed fully out its slit. It was easily the size of Marlene's forearm, too much for either woman to handle alone. Mother and daughter took turns worshipping their mistress's cock, one bobbing and gagging on the length while the other kissed and worshipped the rigid base. They switched natural as dancers swapping partners, one pair of lips traded for another, slurping down every jet of precum, coating in saliva the glistening red member.

Sanna broke the kiss with Alanna to say, “It's time."

As if as one, all three Sparrowhawks backed away, looking up worshipfully at their mistress. She rubbed both Marlene and Elaine's heads and said, “You both have been such good pets, I want to try something special for you."

Sanna got up and at a gesture, conjured the same mirror-like portal she used before. “My dimension door to my private quarters." She stepped through the mirror, and reached a hand back through and waved for the other three to follow.

Alanna helped her spellbound family members to their feet and said, “Just step through, it will be fine."

On the other side of the mirror was a large open bedroom with glassy, obsidian walls polished enough to show a reflection. There was no door except for the mirror, set in the floor in one corner was a large bath, on the opposite end of the room hung from chains was a massive bed which Sanna sat upon. The Sparrowhawks barely took in the rest of the room once they spotted their mistress. Candles set in sconces, on candelabras, hanging from a chandelier illuminated the room in an otherworldly firelight that danced across Sanna's dark scales. This place seemed altogether outside of time and space.

“Welcome to my private chambers, pets," Sanna said. She patted the bed and said, “Marlene, why don't you get on the bed beside me—that's it. Now lay down on your back just on the edge here, that's a good girl. Now, Elaine, I want you to join your mother—no, no, not beside her, climb on top of her, no need to be shy now, though you're both adorable blushing at this now."

Elaine had climbed on top of her mother, looking down at Marlene shyly while their breasts pushed together. Sanna got up and behind both women, arranged as they were with Marlene on bottom and Elaine on top, at just the perfect height for Sanna to fuck them both. “I just couldn't decide which of you to take first, so I decided to take you both at the same time." Neither women could see what Sanna did next, nor understood why the dragoness incanted, “What was one make two." They both understood the sudden feeling of that crimson, pointed cock pressing to their pussies. Both women's eyes wide, breath hitched, not realizing they each felt dick teasing the entrance of their respective sex.

Alanna watched with a mixture of envy and arousal, having seen Sanna use a spell to split her cock into hemipenes, slit barely able to hold two draconic lengths. One cock for each woman, both flushed and trembling together, pussies leaking arousal. The two women's breath hitching as they felt the pulsing lengths press against their entrances. The big, spade tips wedging their way into those tight little holes. Elaine buried her face in Marlene's neck, noticing she smelled different. Something more pungent than sweat and arousal, flickerings of that anise scent, but she could not remark on it when suddenly the glans of that prick pierced her. They quaked against one another. Marlene hugged her daughter tight to her as Sanna pushed deeper, the first ridge of her dicks slipping inside both women.

Sanna relished the feeling of both women's cunts clamping down on her at once. Elaine was tighter than her mother, but almost fought Sanna's cock, while Marlene's pussy was a suckling, milking grip. Sanna gyrated her hips and thrust deeper in both women, getting a moan from them as those ridges popped inside one after another. Sanna sawed back outward, letting those ridges tug on her pets' inner walls before thrusting back in again. This time she bottomed out in both women, ramming their cervixes, getting mother and daughter to arch their backs into one another. They cried out in such a perfect little chorus. They still had several inches left to fit in them, but Sanna knew transformation would bring a more accommodating sex for both women.

She pressed the palm of her hand into the small of Elaine's back, and whispered, “Turn away from this form and let your sleeping blood awaken. Slake off skin for bright scales and powerful wings."

Elaine barely heard Sanna, too distracted by the throbbing heat splitting her open, more than anything ever had. Marlene, too, could not compare a cock to the one inside her. And now warmth spread from Sanna's palm into Elaine, coursing through the younger woman who suddenly felt taken with the need to kiss her mother. She grabbed Marlene's nape and pulled her mother into a hungry, searching kiss. Both women moaned as they tasted Sanna's cock on their tongues, and from Elaine's lips and tongue poured that magical warmth, as if Elaine fed it to her mother, both women growing far too hot. Their skin quickly became coated in a sheen of sweat as Sanna began pistoning her hips again. Those ridges popped in and out as they pumped the pair of pussies full of draconic cock. Precum spilled freely and in copious amounts, leaking out around Elaine's gaping sex and dripping onto her mother's snatch. Both women kissed each other even more passionately as they were taken from behind, their muscles feeling strange, their bones burning with an ecstatic ache.

Neither noticed their faces changing shape. It happened quick as Sanna's hips plugged away at their pussies. The hard thrusting rocking their bodies, each burning stab of pleasure met with something else in them warping. Ankles and heels that snapped into digitigrade legs, flat round faces sprung into angular muzzles with the only thought being how to continue kissing their partner. Mother and daughter hungered for each other and these changes. They both groaned as their wings sprouted from their backs sudden as a sail falling unfurled. Their skin grew tough and dry before breaking out into smooth, iridescent scales. Elaine a dark green with a canary yellow front, Marlene with the brass scales she'd been so envious of on her grandfather. And like a seal being removed, Sanna managed to bottom out in both women at once. All three of them moaned in unison as both plump pussies swallowed Sanna's cocks.

At the same time, splitting out both their tailbones came the long sinuous tails both women needed to finally be dragonesses. Sanna rubbed the base of Elaine's tail and said, “Such pretty nesses."

“Satisfied with your work?" Alanna asked at her side, giving Sanna a kiss to the temple.

“Mmm, very," Sanna said as she clenched her abdomen, making her hemipenes flex inside both women and getting another moan from mother and daughter. The two were utterly lost in each other, lips locked and tongues entangled, dancing, plundering their new angular maws, swabbing each other's throats.

“I'm going to go back and take care of my father," Alanna said.

“Hehe, certainly pet, go have your fun. I'll finish up with these two and rejoin you," Sanna said. Alanna kissed her mistress one last time before giving two quick teasing spanks to mother and sister then headed back over to the mirror doorway that still led back to their living room. As she left, Sanna said, “Now, how do you ladies feel about being bred?"

Both women broke the kiss to answer in unison.

“Please mistress!"

“We need your clutch," Marlene added, shuddering. “Fuck I've wanted to say that for so long."

“Heh, many nights dreaming of dragons?"

“More than dreams mistress," Marlene said as she admired the beautiful canary scales of her daughter's jawline.

Elaine quietly admitted, “I got off thinking of dragons, too."

“It's just in your blood, dears," Sanna said as she pulled back, letting those suckling cunts tug on every ridge as they popped free one by one. “To crave a dragon, to need me."

“Yes," Marlene breathed.

“Only you, mistress," Elaine added.

Sanna rammed herself back into both nesses, getting mother and daughter to clench and groan. Their pussies gushed around Sanna's plundering members, those ridges, the almost barbed glans digging deliciously at their inner walls, the pointed tips smashing against their cervixes. Both cunts molded to take Sanna's cocks perfectly. Mother and daughter lost in a torrent of warm, overwhelming pleasure. The pounding fullness drilling away at their cores. An ecstasy of oblivion, reduced down to one need: breed. Be bred by their mistress, accept her dicks the way plants accept sunlight. It filled them both full of life to be fucked full of cock. Sanna's hips became a blur as she readily drilled and pounded both women into euphoric climaxes. Elaine wailed while Marlene roared, both women clenching down. Marlene felt Elaine's orgasm spill onto her, squirting around Sanna's ridges as they slid out, till they were plugged again, the gushing nectar stopped only until Sanna pulled out and more spilled over the bed, dripping onto the tile floor. The fragrant stench of dragoness cum floral and spiced and made Sanna's nostrils flare.

Their mistress snarled as she felt her own orgasm approaching. The delectable cunnies she pounded too much to resist, as they squeezed and milked in their differing, frantic rhythms. Each tight clench almost shoving Sanna out of them only for mistress to plow back in, splitting those cloying walls open, feeling them wrap like gloves over her ridges and glans. The sensation made the knots on each cock begin to grow, fat, fist-sized bulbs that initially punched inside each woman before being ripped out. The new sensation extending mother and daughter's orgasms. They juddered and quaked on top of each other, groaning in a heap of delirious bliss, as those knots began to smack and slap their labia, too big to easily fit in. Each bulb caved in their cunts. Each bulb bruised their nether lips. Each bulb a reckoning that would tie these mother and daughter to their mistress long after their sex ended.

It was inevitable. Sanna wrapped an arm around Elaine's tail, opposite hand grabbed Marlene's thigh, obsidian scales on green and brass ones. She used the grip to tug both nesses backwards and bounced them on her knot. Wet smacking overtook the weary, blissed out women's voices as their bodies, exhausted from orgasmic transformations, finally yielded. First Marlene's, Sanna felt her knot pop inside the older ness's nether lips. Split wide, making Marlene scream, only for Sanna to grab Elaine by the hips and give one rough tug to sink the other ness on her knot, getting Elaine to cry out, too. Sanna hissed as she savored the way those cunts clenched on her knot, both barely able to hold it, their cervixes pierced open by the pointed tips of her cocks. Sanna snarled and humped against both women, getting weak little whimpers from them, as she felt her peak creep closer, her internal testes growing tight with tension behind her slit.

“You both are mine, now and forever, pets," Sanna swore before her orgasm overtook her. Both nesses felt the cocks inside them twitch and throb, the flow of semen pumped down the shafts before they erupted in Marlene and Elaine's wombs. Floods of potent seed—not Sanna's, but Alanna's old cock, which she stole and duplicated for this moment. So she could breed mother and daughter with another family member's cock. The incestuous dumping of swimmers inside their fertile wombs ensuring they would be pregnant. Rope after thick, gooey rope filled their receptive, wanting bodies. The warmth and heat of being filled a soothing balm for both nesses, who moaned and began kissing each other again, this time sloppily swapping spit and tongue while they were filled with cum. Their wombs flooded, sperm backing up into their too full cunts, blocked from escape by the massive knot in each of them. Each twitching pump of the twin shafts began to make their bellies slightly distend, the scales drawing taut. Filled with the liquid heat of Alanna's cum, feeling dense and thick and hot as molten silver. Sanna sighed as she finished cumming, rubbing the base of Elaine's tail affectionately as she admired both new nesses.

“My beautiful, perfect pets," she cooed. “You're just the beginning, soon we'll have a whole family of dragons that will need servants, pets, hoards, and lairs." She licked her fangs and said, “I can't wait to start remaking this world in our image."