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A sharp rap made the dragonborn jolt, “Hey!” a rough voice called out, “this is where you get off.” The large male stretched and yawned. He’d dozed off at some point. The gentle rocking of the hay cart had been more relaxing than he’d thought.

Batu stretched out and groaned, plucking a bit of straw from out of his clothing as he hopped down. “Thank you,” he rumbled low in his throat. Silvery scales glittering in the afternoon light as he looked around. “What do I owe you, Friend?” He offered a smile, but remembered not to make it too toothy. Showing a few too many teeth tended to make people more nervous than needed.

The farmer waved his hand, “Nothin. After the way you handled those bandits, morthen paid for the ride.” The badger turned and clicked his tongue. A weary oxen grumbled, but started to pull on the cart.

In the few hours Batu had ridden on the wagon, he’d learned that Jerul was a man of few words. Not a bad man, but brisk. Likely cause the dragonborn was a stranger. Though it could also be just how easily he’d driven the bandits off. Batu was a fair hand with his halberd, not to mention just a touch of magic that he could wield. Though the bandits themselves were rather easy to drive off. Couple threats and a show of force to back it up? They were likely just people trying to survive however they could.

Speaking of survival. His hand fell to his coin purse and felt it. Plenty there, not as much as he might like. Few gold, handful of silver, some copper, and another sort of coin he was certain were foreign. Those people always gave him odd looks whenever he used it. Still, it’d be enough for a few nights at an inn and meals to go with it. Glancing at the city, his tail swayed behind him in thought. People were coming and going. Tax season, Jerul had said. Bunch of people going to larger cities to pay the tithes and then go home. Seeing as how this was a hub, there should be a job board or something.

Which finding one of those wasn’t too difficult. It was right there, in the center of the market square. A quick glance around revealed a couple buildings that could be the city magistrate, a guard post, and down the road, a decent enough looking inn. Though he’d likely ask a few guards to see what place they’d suggest. They’d likely recognize him as a fellow soldier and send him somewhere clean and affordable.

“What do we have?” he mused as he stood outside the post. Gaze trailing over the board. Nothing too unusual. Notice about bandits to the south. Wanted poster for a known thief. Hiring notice for muscle to track down tax evaders. Nothing that really caught his eye.

Well, except for the last one.

Batu clicked his tongue, “Mysterious happenings at the mill,” he mused and reached for it.

“Oh!” a voice exclaimed as a hand snatched the notice, “Look! Mysterious happenings at local mill. Looklook, Valto!” hooves danced on cobblestone as the centaur maid swung around to waved the paper at her much larger, scalier companion.

The grayish lizardfolk leaned back with a grunted, “Scribbles, Del.”

Her ears fell back, “Oh! Yes.” the centaur mare, a rather delicate looking one with a lovely dappled pattern, cleared her throat and read from the page. “The local miller says that there are strange happenings. Dead animals, missing grain, and unexplained noises. He has tried hanging up wards, but they all end up broken!”

“Superstition,” the lizardfolk grumbled.

Del the centaur huffed and shuffled, “Yeah, but…” right about the time she accidentally backed into Batu’s side. “Oh sorry,” she tossed over her shoulder. The stopped and looked again, “Oh!” ears perked. Her elfish face rather delicate and gentle, which was at odds with the rather large equine ears, and how the dappled white and brown of her pelt extended to her face. One cheek having a lovely coppery color, while the other was almost porcelain white. Bright blue eyes sparkled at him as they glanced over the dragonborn. Which he was looking at her too. “Oh!” another time, “did I take this out from under your hand? I did, didn’t I? I’m so very sorry!” she shuffled on her feet nervously.

“Ah,” Batu tried a laugh, “it’s alright. Just looked a little more interesting than,” he waved his hand at the others, “tax collecting.”

Del giggled, “It was, sorry just new to town. Was passing through and needed a little money for somewhere to stay.” She shuffled and stamped her feet, “I’m picky about where we go. This one,” she nudged her partner in the side, “would be happy with a warm spot by a fire.” Another shuffle a twitch of her ear, “Would you want to join us? Could use another hand, and it looks like you’re good with a blade.” She blinked, seemed to take a breath, then, “Oh, I’m Delale, but just call me Del. And this,” she reached back to pat the lizardfolk’s chest, “Is Valto.”

Batu tried to keep his cool, but he couldn’t help but smile. “I have been told I’m pretty decent.” He gave the haft of his halberd a pat.

“Tight places…” Valto grumbled.

The centaur’s ears twitched, “Oh that could be a problem,” she tapped her lips. “He’s worried about such large weapon in tight spaces.” The lizardfolk nudged her flank with an elbow and chuckled something in another language. Something that made the mare’s cheeks flush a brighter red as she stomped his foot.

“What was that about?” Batu asked, feeling a little confused as the he watched the large, scaled male hop around on one foot.

“Nothing!” Del brayed quickly. “Just a very uncalled for joke!”

Batu gave the lizardfolk a look now. Large, broad shoulders, dusky coloration. He wore clothing that was a hodgepodge of fabric and leather pieces that had been riveted together. There seemed to be some sort of pattern or method to the madness. What it was, Batu couldn’t quite figure out. Scars dotted and crossed his visible hide, showing that the male had been through a rough life. A pair of axes strapped to his hips seemed to be his weapon of choice, or perhaps it was just where he wore them. Hard to tell.

The silvery dragonborn smiled as he stepped forward. Getting almost nose to nose with the massive lizardfolk once he stopped hopping about. The male drew back with a hiss, eyes narrowing. Batu kept his smile rather friendly. Before swinging the halberd up. Metal butt sparked off stones as it swung up and around, shooting up just beside Valto’s cheek. The male snarled and hopped back, grabbing at his axes. In that space he’d opened up, Batu swung the halberd around, blade whistling up past his own snout. He brought it into an easy guard and cracked a smile.

“I’m good in tight spaces.”

Valto hissed, axes resting in his grip. Then he slowly grinned and clicked his tongue. “Then Del will love you.”

The centaur’s cheeks flushed hot and she stomped at the lizard’s foot again. He cackled and danced back, uttering a teasing phrase at her again. Leaving Batu somewhat confused as he watched their antics. Smiling to himself. Well, looked like he’d have some companions.

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“How did we end up here?” Del settled onto her belly wearily. The centaur winced as she favored one leg over the others.

“Portal,” Valto grunted, the lizardfolk hunched over a small fire he’d started in a battered helmet. Feeding it a few bits of broken arrow shafts and wooden handles. Satisfied that it was going to catch, he stood up. “Secure area.”

“Don’t be long,” Batu sighed and dropped to the ground beside Del.

Valto waved, “Will signal,” and slunk from the room. The large male shockingly quiet as he slithered out of the room and into the hall.

Batu looked over, “How is the leg?”

Del winced, “Hurts still…” she sighed and started to poke at the low fire.

“Let me look at it,” he moved around behind the mare and gently took her hind leg. “Well…” he trailed off as he peeled back the bandages, “It started with the Mill.”

She swatted him with her tail.

“Want me to stop?”

“No, it’s nice listening to your voice,” she sighed. Starting to pull camp gear from her bag.

Batu gently started to dress her wound, “Well, we found out that some teenage cultists were using zombie kobolds to gather supplies so they could summon… I forget what. Something something because they were bored.” He kept his voice down. Which only added to the bassy rumble of his words. Something that he’d learned months ago Del loved. Perhaps a bit too much, from the way she was squirming a little.

The dragonborn peeled the bandage off a nasty wound left from an abyssal chicken. It had latched on and tried to take a chunk out of her haunch. “From there we found out about the larger cult,” he poured some water into a small bowl and began to mix up a poultice.

Del’s ears twitched back, “Who would’ve imagined. Someone going town to town, selling rituals to bored teens to ‘spice things up’ around home.”

“Honestly, surprised this is the first time I’d heard of someone doing it. Also this is going to sting.” Del hissed and tensed as he smeared the poultice on her haunch before applying a new bandage. Slowly wrapping it around her thigh. “Which then led us all over the place. Along the way, we made new friends. Picked up a few companions, lost some. All while the three of us stick together. Months chasing them to ground until we finally get to their hidden temple. Buried deep in the Underdark. Just when we confront the leader, he leaps through a portal.”

As he carefully tended to Del’s wound, he couldn’t help but notice something. Being a centaur, she usually went uncovered. Putting on something to cover herself up fully was a chore. He knew that. While she kept her elfish torso covered, there was little for her equine hindquarters. On top of that, he’d been around enough mares to know when they were… excited. So seeing Del’s deliciously pink folds twitch caught his eye. It was just that bare quiver, but when he looked at it, those pussy lips twitched more. A full wink that pushed her swelling clit out. Juices just starting to glisten on her outer lips.

“Ah,” he started and tried to pull his gaze away. “Then we got in a little over our depths, and just barely managed to find a nice little place to hole up in.” It was getting harder not to look at those folds each time they winked. Del’s breathing was starting to get a little heavier too, her gaze firmly forward as if not daring to look back. He’d been around the sorceress enough to know when she was trying hard to ignore something she really wanted. He also knew how much he was ignoring things he really wanted as well. Desires that was born of a primal need and deeply emotional connection.

Her ear twitched, “D-do you think Valto will be long?”

Why was his mouth so dry. Batu worked his tongue around slowly, “I, ah… You know how he likes to check out the area first. He’ll be back when the food is done.”

Del shifted ever so slightly. A slow squirm of her hips that ended with her tail flicking. The ribbons and beads braided into her long tail clicking softly. “So another… ten… fifteen you’d say?” The base of her tail lifted just in time for her to wink again.

He couldn’t help himself. Breath caught in his throat as his manhood began to throb inside his pants. Fingers traced over her delicate haunch. Trailing over her silky soft fur and smooth muscles. Just under that tail to brush the warm flesh. Her breath caught in her throat in a way that made his excitement surge. A sharp little intake that she cut off quickly enough. Both holding their breath as his fingers ran over her lips.

She winked as his touch ran over her. Clit brushed his fingers and made the centaur mare shudder. More a voice whispered into his mind, Touch.

His mouth was dry, tongue working against the insides of his mouth. No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to work up any saliva. His focus honed in on her privates. Fingers danced over those slick folds. Gathering up some of her sweet honey there. Letting it coat the rough scales of his fingers. “Sorry,” he muttered, “hands are a little rough…”

Del panted, “It’s okay. It feels…” she shivered and winked again. He could just imagine how red hot her cheeks were and it made him smile. More than just smile. It was making his head throb. Each beat of his heart made his entire body pulse. More and more blood was rushing to his lower head and leaving the one that did all the thinking for him. Fingers moved of their own accord, swirling over Del’s lips. Next time she winked, he followed her. Digging fingers into her depths and drawing a little squeak from the mare.

She was so hot inside. Pussy so warm and soft and slick. He could only stare as she shivered around him. Winking excitedly as his fingers pushed in a little deeper. Curled, hooked, and pulled back. Del’s tail shot up and the centaur shuddered with delight. Biting into her sleeve to keep from moaning too loud.

More…

Faster and faster his fingers pumped. Reveling in the slick warmth of her body. His ears strained to hear the wonderful sounds of her stifled moans and the increasingly wet noises of her slit. There was something about just how sloppy she was getting. Paired with the warmth and noises, it had him throbbing in his pants. Her body wiggled, trying to push up towards him. Batu could hear the sound of fabric starting to tear as she pulled at her sleeve. Little grunts and marish squeals buried into the cloth. Nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent. She was close. It’d be a moment more before she did. He knew it. Could practically taste it.

_ Bang! _

Both jolted as the door flew open. Valto darted into the room and twisted, slamming the door shut behind him. By the time the gruff lizardfolk turned around, the amorous pair had separated to opposite sides of the fire. He stopped, flicked his tongue, and looked between them. “What?”

“What was that about?!” Del hissed at him. “Came charging in like your tail’s on fire.”

Valto looked and held up the smoldering end of his tail, “Was. Fix?”

She huffed, “I will in the morning. Come get food.” She shoved a spoon into the small pot she’d been half-tending to while being fingered. Del glanced over at Batu and her lips just barely moved. A moment later, her voice whispered, “When he’s asleep, do you want to continue?” Those cheeks brightened cutely when he gave her a sneaky thumbs up.

“Food?” Valto flicked his tongue, “Smells good.” He stopped mid-flick and tilted his head. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly. They both knew that the lizardfolk was far smarter than he let on. He just preferred to use as few as words as possible. Any more than needed and it’d be a waste of air. If he scent/tasted Batu’s excitement, or worse Del’s, then he’d be ribbing them all night.

Del distracted him by nearly shoving a bowl into his face, “Yes. Food, here.” She’d mixed a bit of dried meat with a dry stew pouch. Normal rations that she carried around all the time.

Valto reared back and flicked his tongue. “Mmm, spice,” he purred out and grabbed the bowl. Happily digging in.

“Yes, spicy.” Del sighed and shook her head. Doling out a bowl for Batu, adding a little seasoning from her pouch, before passing it over. She saw the lizardfolk look up, “No bread. We used the last of it and I didn’t have time to pick up some more trail bread.” Valto made a disappointed noise. Batu chuckled and took his bowl. Fingers lingering for just a moment against Del’s before he sat back down.

Batu picked at his food, trying not to look over at Del too much. Each time he did, he found himself admiring her curves. The delicate curl of her haunches. The light color of her cheeks as she tried to not look at him as well. The way her nearly platinum hair swept down her back in a well kept mane. Even with the dirt and grime of a battle hard fought, she was lovely. Over the last few months, he’d come to see Valto as an equal, almost a brother. Del? She’d become a close friend, a confidant, and… well maybe more. Though he’d never admitted any of it before.

He took a bite of stew and found his nose flooded with her scent. The dragonborn’s eyes darted to spoon, then his fingers. The same fingers that had been buried in Del mere moments before. His manhood throbbed in painfully at the reminder. Pressing against his breeches with aching need. Instinct made him want to reach and adjust, but he knew better. Though he did catch Del looking at him. Felt her gaze from the corner of her eye. He smirked, “Tastes good, Del.”

“Usual rations,” she flashed a shy smile at him.

Valto flicked his tongue, “Always flirting.”

Batu pointed his spoon at the lizard, “After going back to your home for that Vrak you can hush about chatter.” Now that made Valto draw back and his gray cheeks flush a paler white. The Vrak was a bastardization of the dragon word for egg. Not uncommon for a lizardfolk to bastardize a draconic term. Though in this case it as more about creating eggs. Or rather, the act of creating eggs. Yes, Valto had invited his two friends to a village-wide orgy. Curious as Batu had been about the ritual, he’d been less interested in participating.

He hummed, “Valto, why don’t you get some sleep in, I’ll take first watch.”

Valto lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, “Always first…”

Batu sighed, “I know you always take first watch. You’ve been up longer than me though, and fought far harder.”

The large male rolled his shoulders and grumbled deep in his throat. After a long moment of thought, he shrugged, “Fine.” Then tipped his bowl back. Swallowing the last of his meal in a deep gulp. His thick tongue shot out to swirl over and around the bowl to clean it. Before sliding it back towards Del. The bowl barely skidded on the floor before the rough male was laying on his side. Back to the fire and eyes shut. By the time the bowl finished clattering, his breathing was already slowing and deepening.

“How does he do that?” Del huffed. “Just asleep in a snap, and out cold unless something weird happens.”

Batu shrugged, “We’re safe to him. So long as we don’t raise an alarm or say H E L P, he’s gonna sleep like a rock.” As if to prove their point, the large gray male grumble, scratched, and flopped face down on the stone floor. “Still amazed he doesn’t need a bedroll though…”

Silence fell for a moment. Del picked at her meal as Batu did the same. Each bite brought a whiff of her scent. Letting it tease his nostrils. Gods above, he wanted to dig his fingers back into her. Scoop up some of her sweetness and lick his scales clean. In the silence, that’s where his mind kept racing back to. Wondering, dreaming, wanting, no… needing.

“H-hey, Batu?” Del’s voice was even softer than usual. The centaur mare glanced over, “Do you want to…” she flicked her tail.

“Gods yes.” he huffed and got up. Even knowing how heavy of a sleeper Valto was, he found himself quietly undoing his belt and armor. If he had to he could, and had, fought naked before. He knew just how intimidating a naked, screaming dragonborn could be. But his mind was far from the battlefield as he shed most of his clothing. Manhood achingly hard, standing proud from his male slit. It throbbed in the air, ridged underside pulsing in time with his hammering heart.

Del bit her bottom lip, but stayed laying on her belly as the dragonborn moved over. She glanced over her shoulder and curled her tail up. Exposing those peachy, flushed folds again. Her belt was off too, loosing the tunic and top she wore. She was starting to breathe heavier as well. A hand snaked up her top to cup her breast, visibly playing with her nipple as she breathed out a moan.

Batu’s hand swept under her as he knelt behind the centaur. Feeling the warmth of her privates. The softness that was begging for him to ply their depths. Then his hand went lower. Between her hinds to her belly, where he could feel her teats there. Del’s ears shot up and the mare bit back a squeak as his fingers teased her there. She looked back, cheeks cherry red, “S-stop,” she panted, “going to wake up Valto…” even as her body pushed back to meet his hands. Then her gaze dropped to his cock. Proud with it’s pointed tip, ridged underside, and the hint of something more at his base. Her eyes went wide, “Never seen… much more exotic than…” she kept trailing off before she could finish a sentence. Del bit her lower lip and shivered. The shudder raced down her body and ended at her slit with a wet, sloppy wink.

He couldn’t help himself.

Before he could ask if she wanted it, or even think of anything else, he was against her. Pointed tip gracing lips meant for a blunt slab of a cock. Between one twitch and the next wink, he slid himself into the mare. As eager as he was, she was somewhat prepared. Stuffing the hem of her shirt into her mouth to keep from moaning. It couldn’t stop her muscles from twitching around him. The centaur’s body needing him as much as he needed her.

The position was awkward for both of them. Her standing would’ve been better, but the clatter of hooves might have woken their companion. Not only that, but her haunches were too wide for him to comfortably kneel behind. Yet here they were, him crouching behind her. Hands on her hips, braced against her back as he thrusts. Tail curled up to keep from slapping off the ground. All while she pushed back into him. Muffled moans starting to pierce through her shirt. Each wink bathed his cock in slick warmth.

Deeper. Harder.

He couldn’t stop himself. Batu threw his body over hers, hands clasped about her sides. Scaled hips clapped off her furred haunches. He groaned, trying to hold back the sound as his body shook. Del was panting as well, her hips bucking back as much as she could manage in her position. Each thrust was wetter, hotter, than the last. Then she shivered under him, threw her head back, moaned into her shirt. He felt it. Basked in the glow of her pleasured eruption. Felt how she soaked his lap with the intensity of her maregasm.

More.

Batu dug against her. His knot starting to swell, but her body wasn’t made to grab one. Not to mention the sheer size difference. He could feel it, hear it, pop in and out of her with each thrust. Those sweet, squeaking moans of hers music to his ear. He couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t stop himself from burying himself deep into her. Throwing his body against hers time and time again until…

Del shuddered around him. A second climax coming quick on the heels of the first. Male centaur rarely lasted long, it was rare to get a female to climax without some foreplay. Here she was, nearly having three with Batu’s foreplay and fucking. Just as her body clenched with her peak, she felt him throw himself forward. Her body wrapped around his knot in a sloppy embrace. Clung to his flesh and trembled as he threw himself against her. A low, growling grunt broke from the dragonborn as he hit his peak as well. Pumping his thick, cool cream into her body.

Then silence. Both stayed where they were. Batu half kneeling, one leg lifted and the other against her haunch. Body pressed tight to hers as he throbbed and shivered. She was trembling as well. Equine body lifted as much as she could. Only to slump forward with a breathless huff.

He began to move slowly, puling away. “Batu?” Del breathed. His name so sweet on her lips. He wanted to answer, but could only work up a little questioning noise. “Stay there. Please?” She barely glanced over her shoulder. “I… like the feel of you on top of me.” She looked away quickly, “Get some rest, I’ll wake you before your watch is over.”

He wanted to argue with her, but he yawned. A deep weariness was washing over him already. Rather than talk back, he muttered something and slumped against the centaur mare’s hindquarters. Cock just starting to slide out of her. Not far, but enough to release a short torrent of his seed onto the ground. His body felt so warm, sluggish. He could feel a strange energy thrumming through him. The dragonborn yawned and his eyes felt heavier. The room slowly became a blur around them as he leaned forward. Firelight glinted off his silver scales. The reflection brighter than he recalled.

Weight against his back, pinning him to Del.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, her voice cutting through the fog that was wrapping around Batu’s addled mind. Her body stiffened and shifted.

A gruff, “Smelled ya,” hissed into Batu’s ear. “Think I could resist something this sweet?” Valto’s rumble shook through Batu, but it felt… odd. Different. It was rare to hear the lizardfolk utter that many words at once. “Bet his moans will be sweeter than yours, Needle_._”

Batu’s mind began to clear, but his body still felt sluggish. Del’s soft hide felt less silky and more scaly. He tried to pull away, but his wrists were bound. Thick stone cuffs inscribed with countless runes encircled each wrist. He growled and tried to thrash, but his head barely twitched. Cheek rubbing the deep green scales of her hide. “Ah,” the rougher voice snarled, “he wakes. Just in time too.” Batu felt something shift and his tail lifted. Something thick, heavy, and meaty slapped his thigh and ran upward. “Are you sure this spell works?” Heavy jaws came just into the periphery of his vision. Deep, stony gray, hooked fangs, and snarling lips.

“Of course I’m sure, Vuirash,” the green hissed, “We’re all returning to normal, are we not?”

Panic surged through Batu. Only then did he realize that he felt… larger. His silvered scales brighter now, growing purer with each beat of his heart. Shifting to their natural, platinum, state. It slowly registered on his mind what was happening. He was reverting to his natural form. No longer the silver dragonborn Xathi Batu, but now the dragon Bahamut.

Or more accurately, a part of Bahamut. A mixture of boredom and curiosity had driven him from his home on high. Bahamut had invoked some great magics to split himself, temporarily, into two parts. The very aspect of his divinity, with a portion of his mind and sense. Then another part, a mortal part. Well, mostly mortal. Born of his physical body, shaped and molded to be an adventurer. A silver dragonborn literally crafted to quest. To seek out those in need and experience life among the mortals. Truly among them for once in his grand existence. Now here he was, captured somehow, bound, and… drugged? That illusion fading away and leaving just the truth.

He wasn’t the only one with secrets.

“Del?” Bahamut groaned and shook his head slowly. He had to get free, to clear his mind of this fog.

“Yes my dear?” the green dragon almost purred. Her head craned around, long neck twisting until she was nearly nose to nose with the platinum, “Though it might be more appropriate to call me Needle, now that we’re so…” she licked his cheek, “intimate.” He started to growl something, to shake his head and deny it. “Don’t move too much. That special blend of spices I put in your stew was so delicious wasn’t it?” Her voice softened into a too familiar tone, “I made it special for you. I hope you like it,” she batted her eyes, voice exactly like the centaur mare’s sweet tone.

Because it was her.

It was with sinking dread that he realized this green dragoness was his own sweet Delale. The cunning, duplicitous green bitch had been playing the long game. Wanting him vulnerable so they could trap him. Now that he was deep in the clutches of the trap, he could see it all clearly.

“Ah,” she purred, “now the copper drops and his eyes unveiled!” Her body writhed under his with a purr, “Oh I do love the look of despair as realization hits them. Don’t you, Valto?”

A grunt from over his shoulder. The largely unseen male laughed. The sound deep and ominous as an avalanche, “The less I hear that accursed name, the happier I’ll be. Valto? Bah, why’d you write me to be such a fool?”

“Because you are one.”

He snorted, “Not as patient as you for these games and traps.” His cock, hard and getting harder, slapped off Bahamut’s thighs. Ringing between the toned platinum haunches. “I prefer a more…” he leaned back, shoving the other male forward into the green. Leaning back so he could watch as he lined his cock up, “direct…” Bahamut’s jaw clenched as the male’s exceedingly thick, blunt tip rubbed up and down over his slit, “approach.”

Jaws clenched as the dragon began to press forward. His cock nudging and forcing its way into Bahamut’s slit. While the platinum knew of docking, he’d never experienced it. Even then he knew that something was… wrong. Off. He could feel a strange wetness pulse through him, coating the cock even as it jabbed against his entrance. Each press forcing his sacred slit to open wider. Until… with a heavy pop, the gray dragon forced his way in.

“Ah,” Needle hissed, “I think he’s begun to notice.”

Vuirash grunted, “Has he?” and forced his cock deeper. He pulled back and Bahamut felt a shiver race through him. A strange empty feeling that longed to be filled. Which the gray dragon was more than happy to do. Driving himself deeper. Thick, knobbed length stretching his body in ways that he’d never dreamt of. As the male drove deeper, a surge rushed through Bahamut and his body grew. Each push forcing him ever closer to his true form. Something that the other dragons were eager to match. All three shedding the last of their disguises as the males rutted.

Vuirash’s rough, granite-hard scales rasped against the shining platinum of Bahamut’s backside. Claws scraped off hips and hooked at thighs. Each thrust drove him ever slightly deeper. The gray dragon’s precum and a strange wetness adding to the ease at which the male was taking him.

Needle twisted under the males. “You two weigh...” she hissed as she rolled, “a lot.” The green female smaller than either male. Bahamut was doing little to help her move. Not surprising since the platinum drake couldn’t stand. Still, she managed to roll around until she was belly to belly with the trapped male. Reaching up, she grasped Bahamut’s cheeks. He caught sight of two stone half-circles in her hands and tried to pull away. His body only twitched in response to Vuirash’s steady hammering. Watching helplessly as she clamped the ring around his maw. Runes flashed for a second, then began to pulse as the stone flowed and reshaped around his muzzle. Turning into something akin to a horse’s bridle.

She cupped his cheeks and drew his head down, “I bet you’re wondering how we managed this.” Bahamut groaned and tried to snarl something, but he could only sit there. Keenly aware of what was happening despite how his body couldn’t respond. “Why oh why whatever divine protections you had left allowed you to be drugged. Let my magics wash over you so I could give you commands. Simple commands like...Erect.”

Bahamut’s head throbbed as the word shot through his senses. Blood rushed through his body and down to his privates. In between one of Vuirash’s thrusts and the next, Bahamut’s noble spear dropped from his slit and throbbed against Needle’s belly. Pulsing with excitement as it reached a painfully erect state in a matter of seconds.

Vuirash grunted, “Wondered how you managed that too.” He reared and leaned back, craning his head to look down. “Why’s he got his pecker when it feels like a virgin puss back here?” Talons raked over hips as he slammed himself deep. Finally powering every inch he had into Bahamut. The platinum wanted to bellow, to roar out in despair, but he could only grunt. A low, panting noise that sounded rather pitiful. His body felt full, overfull really, stretched to the very extremes of what he should be able to handle. Even as his body continued to grow, lifting the gray male into the air somewhat. “Big fucker too,” the gray hissed.

Needle sighed and rolled her eyes, “It’s because he’s Divine, stone for brains. Doesn’t matter that he’s titled as a male, these divine types are always both, and neither.” Her trimmed and tended to claws danced down Bahamut’s flanks. Swept down lower over his belly. Her tail slid up his thigh and teased over his stretched slit. “Female...” talons and tail teased his throbbing erection. “Male...” The dragoness’ forepaws returned to cup his cheeks. “Simple descriptors like that don’t matter to the divine. Even if it’s just a sliver of them.” She licked her lips, tongue trailed over Bahamut’s cheeks and lip. Vuirash pulled back and slammed in. His pace slow, but brutal. Getting more so with each thrust now that he’d hilted himself in the platinum dragon himself.

“As for how you ended up like this? Well, my dear.” Needle leaned in to plant little kisses along Bahamut’s jawline. “One whispered word at time, one healing spell, one boon, a single grain of tainted spice in each male.” Her talons tapped his cheeks, “bit by bit. Getting your body accustomed to me. Lowering your defenses until you just couldn’t resist and had to...” her tail coiled around his cock. Guiding it down until his divine scepter nudged her lips. Spread the folds apart, his body lifting as Vuirash pulled back. She used her partner’s own need to her advantage. Lined Bahamut up with her entrance and when the gray’s thrust drove the platinum down?

“MmmmphOoooooo.”

Needle’s moan rolled out over his muzzle. Her insides wrapped around his cock, sucked him deeper, covered him in honey that made his cock tingle and ache. “He is big,” she hissed and arched. Her eyes lidded with pleasure as she licked his lips. “Honestly, finding you was the hard part. Convincing you I was a sweet little centaur maid? So demure and saccharine sweet?” She huffed as her body arched up, pussy squeezing around him. “This?” She gripped Bahamut’s cheeks and drew him down, “This almost makes it worth all that. Open.”

The stone bridle shifted as she leaned in. Rocky hooks slid between the platinum dragon’s lips and curled over his teeth. It pried his maw open for her as she leaned in. Lips curled back to snarl as he inhaled, trying to pull at his deeper energies. All it would take would be a good exhale and he’d at least take care of her. He felt a tightness in his chest, something constraining a part of him. Yet he gave it his all and bellowed.

Needle chuckled as he blew in her face, “Fresh,” she breathed out. Tilting her head just so to pull him into what some would consider a passionate kiss. Her tongue mockingly darted into his maw and swirled around his. wrestling with it. She breathed deeply and exhaled. Her natural, poisonous breath flooding his maw and pouring down his lungs. Bahamut tried to wrench and pull, but... there was something about the fumes. They weren’t corrosive or noxious. Instead, they made him feel light headed. Made every touch and squeeze that much more intense.

“Do you like it?” her voice rang in his head. “A special little something I’ve been cooking up for decades. I’ve tested it on Vuirash before and nearly made him blow a load all over the floor. All with one puff.” The green dragon took a slow breath and curled her legs over Bahamut’s thighs. “I wonder how long you can hold out.”

Needle held onto his head, breathing into his maw. Slow, elongated puffs. Her lips sealed tight around his so only a bare wisp of the altered dragon breath escaped. She held her body still under him, but the platinum could feel his hips stirring. Trying to pump against her, wanting to feel every inch of himself buried into her. His body ached with a primal need he hadn’t felt in eons.

Where his own body failed, Vuirash was more than happy to help.

The gray dragon was far from a frantic lover. His thrusts were slow, laborious. Yet each one hit with the force of a raw avalanche. Hips harder than the strongest granite crashed against Bahamut’s body. The slow impact shook the very ground with a resounding crack of scales on scales. Draw back, lifting the trapped male. Hesitate. Drop down. Slamming his entire weight back down. Another impact that shook the trapped male to the core. Jostling parts of himself he didn’t know about. It emptied his lungs and forced him to breathe in Needle’s breath. He tried to exhale through his nose, but her forepaw calmly slid up and covered his nostrils.

A fingersbredth at a time, the Platinum Dragon was being driven mad.

Before long, and yet after what felt like hours, he felt something. A warmth against his base. Needle’s hips pressed to his as she arched up. Insides squeezing and rolling over his knot, forcing it to grow. Tying him to her, keeping either from parting ways. He jerked, or tried to. The motion only drove himself deeper into her and made her moan. She broke the kiss for a second to gasp out before diving back in. Her tongue darted past his, tickling the back of his throat.

Eyes rolled back as Bahamut tremored and shook. Cock and slit tensing around the pair. Then... an eruption of light and sound. An explosion in his senses and mind that struck the great dragon himself senseless. Eyes rolled back as the platinum tried to gasp, tried to do anything. He couldn’t. Between the breath, drugs, magic, and his own pleasure, he was rendered helpless. Lost fully to the swirling torrent of his own bliss.

“There we go,” Vuirash hissed and leaned forward. Despite the fact that Bahamut was larger than he, the gray moved up and planted a forepaw in between the male’s wings. “Is that what you wanted, Needle?” he growled.

She broke the kiss with a huff, “Yessss,” fumes spilling from her lips with the pleasured hiss. “Now you may have yours.”

Bahamut’s head rolled as the gray snarled, “Good.”

That forepaw came up and crashed against the platinum’s cheek. Bahamut was too dazed to even think of calling out as his head smashed against the ground. He was larger than the gray dragon, but the male was thicker, stronger. Surprisingly strong as he almost folded the noble dragon in half. Pressing his head into the ground as his hips started to crash against him. Each thrust threw sparks off their scales as that battering ramp of a cock slammed against the dragon’s deepest reaches. It was hard to breath, impossible to think. His world was darkening, narrowing down to just what was happening below. Bahamut could feel the male’s bulbous knot start to stretch his slit. Needle grinned and blew a puff of fumes out. Vuirash snorted, shook his head, shivered. Then just gave in and heaved forward. Powerful jaws came down on Bahamut’s neck, fangs digging into scales with another spray of sparks.

Vuirash buried every inch he had into Bahamut and slammed into the male once more before unleashing a torrent of cum. Thick, heavy seed that weighed down the divine dragon like a flood of mortar. Bahamut groaned, feeling his gut swell from the sheer volume being pumped into him. It set off something in his body, triggering another shudder and a huff from the platinum male. It was Needle’s turn to gasp as she felt the male’s second climax. Another rush of seed stretching her green belly. “Oh!” she crooned, “he really liked that, didn’t he?” The green female hissed and leaned over to lick the pinned dragon’s cheek. “There we go. Give it all to Needle so we can have a nice, big clutch.” She grinned, “Just as Mother Tiamat planned.”

“And my cut?” Vuirash hissed.

Needle found herself stroking her stomach, “You get the first clutch, as promised. The second is already spoken for as well. So you’ll have to wait to give him more.” The green rolled her head, “Better make this first one big then.”

Vuirash licked his lips and rumbled. The sound made stones dance around the chamber, “Oh I intend to.”

---

“I hope you’re done with him,” Needle snarled.

Nimnis rolled her head, “Not quite.” The blue dragoness hissed with pleasure as she felt Bahamut twitch and shiver. The sound crackled through the air as she exposed her teeth with a wicked smile. She lay on her side under the bound dragon. Bahamut was poised above her like a statue. Contorted into a mocking rear, as if poised to strike. Thick stone bands glowed dully, holding wrists, ankles, tail, and even wings. Bahamut’s gut, swollen with Vuirash’s clutch, hung almost painfully low. Not low enough to hide his raging erection though. Pointed tip and ridged underside throbbing with each beat of his heart. Nimnis had half his length neatly tucked into her wet pussy. Lightning danced freely over her folds and arced up his length. Dancing between veins and ridges. The tip of her tail was tucked neatly up the platinum dragon’s backside. Every few seconds she’d shake it and a crackle could be heard as she stimulated her bound partner.

Bahamut groaned, eyes rolling in his head as his body trembled. The devilish blue female coaxing another load from him. Seed spilled from his cock and into her body. Yet without the seal of his thick knot, it ran out over her thighs and belly.

Needle hissed, “Look at all that you’re wasting.”

“Mine to waste,” Nimnis snapped back. She turned her body and rattled the end of her tail around. “Or have you found another willing to help with your... project?” Eye ridges arched as she rolled her hips. Steadily shifting her body onto all fours. “No?”

Teeth ground, “You still need to...” Needle hissed, “finish with him before the next ones arrive.”

Bahamut couldn’t think. He hadn’t been able to form many coherent thoughts for... what had to be months now. Months of breeding and teasing and breeding again. Any moment he felt like he might be able to start thinking, begin planning, either Needle or Vuirash would come up to him. Needle with gentle and teasing and using that accursed breath of hers. Vuirash? Well he’d merely shove Bahamut’s face into the ground or his groin. Then begin to fuck until the platinum was certain he’d break. Mouth, ass, slit, thighs it didn’t matter where the gray got off. Just the he did. Often leaving the divine dragon covered and trembling.

His head hung in the bonds, staring blankly down at the blue female below him. He knew that she was arguing with Needle. Discussing allotted allotted times, wasted semen, and who knew what else. His gaze blurred and focused. Staring blankly at the blue dragon. More accurately her backside. Watching blankly as she inched backwards. Keeping Needle distracted with her words and argument. Not letting the green female realize that she was moving back.

Then her lips encountered his knot. Fully engorged, throbbing from the repeated climaxes, and larger than most other males. It would’ve been a challenge to take normally. He heard a slight hitch in her throat and a muttered, “How is he so large?” under her breath.

“Large?” Needles chuffed a laugh, “He’s the fucking Platinum dragon. What did you expect? The same as a...” she trailed off and narrowed her eyes. Head snapped around to glare at the blue female. Nimbus craned her head around to look at the joining. Biting her lower lip as she let another hiss sizzle from her maw. Hips began to wiggle slowly. Grinding her slit back and forth against his knot. Her talons scratched over the stone ground as she began to push back. Tail curled over the platinum dragon’s waist as she began to force herself back. “What are you do...!”

Needle’s angry bellow fell into a hiss as she tried to stand. Just in time for her insides to clench and roll. Another godsdamned egg? Granted, she had bred the Platinum dozens of times, but she’d already laid three exceptionally large eggs. There were another two in her at least, she could feel them clacking inside her. The act of standing up seemingly set the next one on the path to greet the world.

Nimnis took advantage of Needle’s distraction. She jerked her hips one way then the other. Grinding teeth as she began to force herself over that fat knot. Talons skidded on the ground as she rocked back and shoved. Sparks danced over her scales and body. Popping from her and into both the male and the ground. Her neck arched and body shuddered. Eyes narrowing as her body stretched wider and wider.

Bahamut’s lidded gaze stared down at her. His mind was… mush by now. Hours of teasing, of bringing him to climax over and over. His body could recover, could handle it, but his mind? It was a wonder he wasn’t merely a drooling husk. Groaning in his throat as he watched her stretch. Felt those sparks and jolts shoot through him. She managed to wrench herself far enough to one side that her lips began to stretch against his knot. There was enough of a mess there that her scales slid against him. Another jerk, a twist, and she stretched against him again. Outer folds caught, stretched, she let out a crackling hiss as her body stretched. His teeth ground in his bridle as he felt himself tensing. His own knot aching as her body around him. Working in ways that it was not intended. Until.

_ Pop! _

Nimnis arched with a shriek. Lightning blasted from the dragoness in all directions. Dancing over Bahamut’s body and scorching the ground as her body clamped down behind his knot. Her sleek stomach visibly swelling from the divine dragon’s engorged cock. Her pussy stretched to deliciously painful limits. Then... The soothing warmth of his divine sperm flooding her. Filling her egg chamber with his seemingly endless supply of semen.

She shuddered and rode out her climax. Panting out a, “Twenty... twenty from him and he still gives enough...” Shivering, she craned her head around to watch as her stomach began to swell. Each shot of his spunk enough to visibly ripple her hide. “By the cursed gods above... How much does he put out?”

A grumble came from Needle as she narrowed her eyes. Huffing as her tail swept the freshly laid egg into the nest with its brethren. “Divinity, my conniving bitch.” She nodded her head towards the eggs. Each a different shade of green shot with nearly glowing platinum stripes, spots, and streaks. “Get ready for something like that.” She snorted. “No chance in Avernus you won’t drag yourself out of here without at least two.”

Nimnis sizzled a hiss, “Experience?”

Needle rolled her wings in a shrug, “You’re not the first he’s been with. Even a half-day is enough to make any female gravid.”

The blue smirked, “And I’ve had him an entire day.” She jerked her hips slowly, hissing as his knot pulled at her. “Making him cum nearly every hour.” Her hips slammed back and ground into his lap, “On the hour.” Talons swept over her scales and gathered up some spunk. Which she gladly licked up, “And he is delicious. For a breeding hen.”

A hiss slithered from the green dragoness, “Yes he is...” she narrowed her eyes and sighed. Well, they still had time. Easily a candlemark before the next pair showed up. It was annoying, aggravating even, but she always accounted for greed. One had to when dealing with other chromatics.

It was a good thing that she had given herself a buffer time. Nimnis had greedily taken every drop from Bahamut that she could get. Only drawing away from the divine dragon mere moments before the next dragons were due. Leaving a trail behind her as she sauntered out proudly. Not caring in the least, tail and head held high. All while Needle glared at her and Bahamut stared through mostly closed, weary eyes.

“This is all your fault, you know.” Needle purred silkily. The noise just slithering out of her as she cleaned the eggs and put them aside. “Just couldn’t make a mortal body could you? No, you had to infuse yourself with a little Divinity. Even as one of those Dragonborn, you had to be a little stronger, a little healthier. Heal faster, recover quicker. Only eat or drink when you wished, rather than on a regular schedule like the rest of us mortals.” She clicked her tongue and sauntered over. Bahamut gazing at her from shadowed eyes. A wave of her talons and curl of her fingers began to clean the area. Removing the mess that Nimnis had left behind. “I was surprised when I read through your magics. Took me weeks to work through it, a little at a time each night. Now here we are. Impregnating several female chromatics.” She reached out to cup Bahamut’s swollen gut, “Ready to lay your own clutch.”

Needle leaned in, “Release.”

The word rippled through Bahamut and made him clench his teeth. A throaty, primal groan shook through the platinum male. He felt something inside him clench and shift. Some part of him untouched by any until recently. His cock, already softening, fully retreated into his body as thick, viscous fluid began to drool from his folds. “There we go.” Needle rolled her head, “And right on time.”

Power coursed through the air. A crackle then a wrenching as a portal opened. The green dragoness had relocated them somewhere secure soon after capturing Bahamut. Vuirash had been more than happy to drag the platinum by his knot. The gray stuffing the divine dragon full, then starting to drag him along. How she found this cavern was beyond him. The uncomfortable heat of Avernus baked him from all sides, but the stench had long been replaced by the musk of countless dragons.

A tall dragonborn with vibrantly red scales and a tiefling strolled in through an archway. The tiefling bounced and pointed, whispering to his partner. The dragonborn chuckled, “So you weren’t lying, Needle.” Shoulders rolled as the male strode forward. His large form expanding with each step. Flames rippled across his body, growing into an inferno that soon left beyond an Ancient red male. Raw heat radiated off his body as he strode forward, having to gaze up at the posed Bahamut.

“Of course I told the truth. I only lie when I know I can get away with it. Be a hatchling’s mistake otherwise.”

The tiefling was changing as well. Spiny quills erupted from their body as they grew as well. Shedding their mortal form until a hellfire wyrm slunk around their red dragon lover. The older, immensely powerful Red and their younger, hotter Devilish plaything. “Oh, Bomdrez, I think the hen is about to lay...” he slithered forward. The stone underfoot smoldering under his quick steps.

“He is, Diges, and unless you want Vuirash to turn you into his next hen, you’ll leave them uncooked, cracked, or molested.”

The wyrm turned and started to snarl something, but the red dragon stepped forward. Casually pinning his partner’s head to the ground. “Silence, wyrm, the real dragons are talking.” Bomdrez shifted to sit, keeping Diges’ head pinned to the ground. The wyrm wiggled and writhed, moaning under his partner’s heavy paw. Bahamut was certain he heard a moaned ‘daddy’ as well. “So, our agreed upon deal stands. You’ll get your space for your... art installation. In return, we get a guarantee that we’re the only two that has the next clutch. Two days of solid breeding here then free access until he lays..”

Needle hissed, “The deal was a single day.”

Bomdrez sighed, “For access to where we are putting him, it will be two days. You do realize where he will be on display.”

Her tongue flicked, “You were convinced I had a silver dragon until just now. You should be giving me more.”

The red rolled his eyes, “Forty hours.”

“Thirty.”

Needle knew she was getting a good deal. To have access to a clear square in the Grand Citadel for her plans? Not to mention the honors that would come pouring her way once Tiamat saw the display? They were worth more than a few hours. Still though.

“Thirty-six hours,” Bomdrez growled. He ground his forepaw into Diges’ head slowly, talons scraping over scales. The hellfire wyrm almost squealed with delight, erect cock grinding against his belly scales. It was clear where their dynamic lay, and it was somewhat interesting to witness. Especially with how the wyrm tried to twist to lick at the red male’s fingers.

Needle put on a show of hissing and grumbling, glaring and glowering before. “Deal.” She stepped away and curled up between the eggs and the trio. “Just grab the cuffs and think about what you want, if you want to move the hen.”

Their discussion was a low drone to Bahamut. His heart was hammering in his ears, body churning with something he’d never felt or even imagined. A strange pressure, something between pain and pleasure rolled through him. That pressure was pushing down, muscles rolling against... something inside him. Something lodged deep inside that almost refused to budge. He groaned into the bridle and ground his teeth, the noise building into a whine.

Relief came as the red freed his partner. “Put the hen in a laying pose.” The first thing Diges did was pull Bahamut’s front down. Planting either forepaw on a wide stance. Wide enough that the platinum’s chest nearly scraped the ground. Then the wyrm re-positioned Bahamut’s hinds. The wider stance loosened the dragon’s pelvis and helped his insides relax somewhat. A slight gush of fluids before that presence shifted further down.

Diges hissed, “Ah, he’s getting ready for the first. Should I...” a crackling laugh, “help him?”

A sighed, “If you must.” Bomdrez grumbled over his shoulder, “It’s so rare that he gets to play with a hen. I promise there won’t be any... lasting damage.”

Needle chuckled, “This hen withstood Vuirash’s clumsy mating for hours on end.” She crossed her forelimbs and drew herself into a rather relaxed loaf. Tail rasped over the ground as she watched the wyrm reposition Bahamut just so, “I doubt your toy could do him harm.”

Satisfied, Diges scrambled up behind Bahamut. He was large for a hellfire wyrm, which meant that he was barely larger than Needle. Dwarfed by the great red and the platinum. Which was fine by him. He happily planted a foot on Bahamut’s calf, grabbed onto that lifted tail, and hauled himself up with a snarl. The wyrm leaned back and reached down. Eagerly stuffing the tip of his cock into the dragon’s drooling slit. “Oooh,” he crooned, “That’s the stuff...”

Bahamut jolted as he felt something push into muscles that were trying to expel an egg. Muscles tried to push that cock out, but were rewarded with a thrust. He was somewhat used to Vuirash’s cock by now. Thick, covered in knobs with a fat knot that threatened to split him open. This wyrm’s member was sleeker, curved upwards, and covered in spiny barbs that raked against his insides. Worse, he could feel the wyrm. The already oppressive heat only worse, threatening to sear his scales. Yet his body was protected against it. Reducing the painful touch to an uncomfortable presence. It didn’t help the humiliation as he felt the wyrm press against him. Thrusting wildly as he pressed his cock deep into the slippery vent.

Diges hissed, “Oh that’s good...” he rocked his hips a few times. Making sure to soak every inch of his cock in the platinum dragon’s juices. Drawing back, he held just the tip inside that slit and wiggled it up and down. Grinning wickedly as he listened to the wet, sloppy noises. “Very good...”

Relief! Bahamut was able to breath a little as the wyrm left him feeling empty. Head hung lower as his body shivered. Focusing his efforts on following some instinct. Muscles rolling and pushing at the egg. Feeling it stretch his tunnel ever wider as it forced its way down.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Diges drove his hips flush against Bahamut’s and held himself there for a moment. Jagged tip of his cock probing the smooth surface of the egg. Giving it a little kiss before he wrenched his hips back. Making sure to use his spined length to rake against the dragon’s insides. Talons tug into shiny scales as he leaned back. Hanging off Bahamut as he reached down and grabbed his cock. Taking just a moment to jiggle his cock up and down inside that leaking slit.

Bomdrez chuckled darkly, “Well, someone is having fun, aren’t they?” The red dragon moved in front of Bahamut with a sigh and a smirk. “The hen sounds extra juicy.” Sitting back on his haunches, Bomdrez reached down and gripped Bahamut’s bridle. He pulled the platinum dragon’s head down, shoving the bound male’s muzzle right against his plump... sheath?

“You like that?” the red rumbled with a pleased note. “A male vent is rather nice, but there’s something extra... exciting about a fat sheath and plump balls. Means that I can have sluts do this.” He rocked his hips forward and dragged heavy, boulder-like balls across Bahamut’s muzzle.

Diges’ tongue rolled from his muzzle, “Look how eagerly she buries her nose into your groin.” The wyrm slid his cock up. Traced over those glistening scales until he felt the edges of a pucker. That was his real target, lining up and barely giving Bahamut a moment to register before driving in. Using the juices he’d gathered up to slam himself slit deep into the platinum dragon with a hiss. Talons hooked onto one side of the male’s hips as his feet braced on the dragon’s haunches. Fully standing on the bound male as he began to hammer away. Fucking the dragon with the fury and ferocity of a wild beast.

Bahamut jerked at the sudden penetration. Or would have if the bonds let him. All he could manage was a wrench against the astoundingly firm grip of the cuffs. Nose nudging somewhat gently up into the red’s sheath. “Ah,” Bomdrez rumbled, “she’s nuzzling my sheath. She’s loving what you’re doing to her, Pet. Give her all you’ve got.”

“You’ve got it!” Diges reared and let his tongue dangle from his maw with a cackle. Clinging to the dragon’s backside as he absolutely jackhammered Bahamut.

“Oh,” Bomdrez licked his lips, grinding his great sheath over Bahamut’s muzzle, “don’t you dare cum until I allow it.” His sheath grew with excitement. Thick tip starting to slide out and drape over the platinum’s maw, “No begging either, or I’ll make you wait that much longer.” He ran his talons over Bahamut’s cheeks, “Can’t have you disappointing this whore, can we? Not after all that I’m paying for her.” Despite his grumbling, it seemed the very idea of paying for this excited him. His cock slithered across Bahamut’s muzzle. Each excited pulse brought more and more of the cock to bear. The thick, thorny crown, heavily ridged and craggy underside, and then the bulge that would become a grand knot.

He tried to keep his senses about him. There was that steady, unyielding core of Divinity that continued to feed him the truth. He was an aspect of Bahamut. Unyielding, unbreakable. It stood strong against the near constant onslaught of what had been happening to him. The spells, aphrodisiacs, brutal fucking, and now humiliation. What should have been a beacon of hope was steadily turning into the cliffs that his sanity was being dashed against.

The first of the eggs pressed lower. He could feel Diges’ rigid length pressing against it with each thrust. Making it that much more difficult, yet sparking off pleasures.

Relief! A moment of respite as the egg slipped from him and landed on the ground with a dull clack. An egg that was the same gleaming platinum as his scales, but shot with thick veins that made it look like it had been pulled from the earth itself.

“Fucking hells, that sounded like a big one!” Diges licked his lips, “Felt big too. Thought the bitch was going to squeeze me out, then Boom!” He started to crane his head, “Should we move it?”

Needle hissed, “Leave it there until the hen is done laying. Then we’ll move her so you two can continue.”

Bomdrez reached down and casually grasped his cock, “What did I say about talking?” Steam rolled from his lips as he leaned back. Staring down at Bahamut, “I want to enjoy this.” His cock came down on the platinum’s muzzle with each word, “Every last moment of it.” The thick, meaty crack of his cock off cheek echoed through the chamber. “Now. Open up.”

It didn’t matter what the dragon’s will was. His jaws could wrench and fight all they wanted. The magical bonds were unrelenting. Runes flashed and the smooth surface shifted. Growing here or there, sliding tendrils in between lips, pried against teeth, and formed a cage that forced Bahamut’s jaws to open. All while his body continued to distract him with the pleasure/pain of another egg beginning its trek downward, and the hellfire wyrm’s incessant thrusts.

“Good girl.”

The mocking praise shot through the haze and made Bahamut’s cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. He began to breathe in, nostrils flaring. Which was a mistake on two parts. First, he breathed deep of the red’s thick, smoky scent. Second, he couldn’t help but slurp around the cock as Bomdrez casually slid his length between jaws. Which earned a, “Ahhh,” from the ancient red as his eyes narrowed, “That’s a good hen.” Curling one forepaw around the back of Bahamut’s head, the other cupped the male’s jaw as Bomdrez learned forward. Pushing the great platinum dragon’s head down as he rocked his hips upward. So very casually grinding his cock across Bahamut’s tongue and cheek. Diving between teeth, over tongue, and pressing right down the dragon’s gullet.

“Urrrk!” Bahamut’s eyes narrowed as he almost choked on the cock.

Bomdrez patted his cheek, “Now now, we know you can handle it.” He drew Bahamut down and buried every last scrap of cock into that maw, “See?”

It was much too much. Spark of Divinity or no, there was only so many any one person could take. Bahamut writhed in the bonds. The thick, heavy tasted of red dragon invaded every one of his senses. Bomdrez’s very presence pressed down on him. Threatened to pin his already bound form to the floor. Diges’ rutting was only the icing on the humiliation cake. The steady, rhythmic crack of searing scales off his backside. Somehow enhancing his body’s own clenching and squeezing as it shoved another bastard egg out of him. The deep thud of an egg landing in sand echoing through his form.

The world became a wash of movement and primal fury. Thrust after thrust, one push after another, mocking words washed over and around him. Bahamut’s body trembled and quaked under the attention as his eyes began to roll back. Cheeks puffing and fluttering each time the red dragon drove his cock deeper. Burning precum threatening to sear his tongue and throat, yet never more than a tingle to his Divinity-fortified form. His ass and thighs screamed as the wyrm snarled. Starting to pepper his back and hips with scratches and bites. Only adding to the humiliating sting of it all.

“And that’s the last one.” Needle’s somewhat bored voice cut through the haze.

Bomdrez pushed Bahamut all the way down. Thick knot stretching the male’s jaws. “It is?” he mused. Craning his head to look, ignoring the pleading look of his partner. Making him wait a long moment as the red’s cock throbbed, firmly lodged in Bahamut’s throat. “Hmm,” he mused, “Alright.” The red sighed and rolled his shoulders, “Pull out and put a load in the whore’s cunt. Just your tip though.”

Normally Diges would’ve complained, come back with some smart comment or something. Any other dragon he could’ve fucked for hours, days even, then still had some smartass comeback for the red. This asshole? Divinity hit different. He gladly ripped his cock back and plunged the tip in. Talons barely wrapped around his own cock and gave a single pump before he shrieked. Every scale on his body shuddering with the force of his climax as he pumped his seed so deep into that sloppy, dripping snatch.

“Like throwing a sausage down in a great hall.” Diges stuck his tongue out and hissed in delight. Spreading the platinum’s slit wide with his talons. Painting the slick walls with his seed.

Talons calmly coiled around Bahamut’s maw and pulled. Keeping the dragon’s maw somewhat tight as the fat knot was pulled out with a wet pop. Bahamut gasped for air and glared up at the red. Just in time for the male’s cock to come down on his muzzle with a meaty, wet thwak. He glared up at Bomdrez past that throbbing length and saw the red grinning. “Now. My turn.” He crooked a finger, “Waddle.” Then began to crook and shift his fingers.

Weary and near breaking, Bahamut couldn’t even fight as the cuffs began to shift and slide. Forcing him into a staggering, bow-legged stumble away from the clutch he’d laid. Not far. A dozen wobbling steps before the red dragon shoved his side. Bowling the weary dragon over.

Bomdrez was on him in a flash. Pushing a hind leg up, forcing Bahamut to lay half on his side, partway on his back. “Make her watch.” Diges happily scrambled around. Cock still twitching and drooling. The hellfire wyrm gladly grabbed and wrestled the larger dragon’s head around. Forcing Bahamut to watch as Bomdrez reached down. Gripped that mighty, throbbing cock of his, and…

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Casually began to slap Bahamut’s messy, leaking pussy with it. Each impact jolted the platinum. Making him wince and grind teeth against the ring that still held his jaws open. Then Bomdrez ground his length against the slit. Slowly, methodically popping his ridges across the sopping folds. His cock was blazing hot. A beacon of raw, primal lust that burned against those dripping lips. Bahamut began to snort and huff, grinding teeth as he watched the male slide closer, and closer. Then… it caught.

That thick, thorned crown of his cock caught and pressed. Just barely sliding into Bahamut’s already abused slit.

Before popping free.

“Whoops,” Bomdrez grinned. “Let me just…” He pressed the base of his engorged knot to the dragon. Ground, then drew back. Ridges popping across folds again before the tip found its home. Pressed tight, and… slid free with another wet pop. Precum and juices splashed across Bahamut’s muzzle and chest. Smattering the platinum with the wyrm’s pungent seed, as well as his own juices.

“Let me just…” the red shifted, kept grinding against the platinum. That blazing length teasing the folds more. Then, without warning, he lined up and drove himself deep. Not stopping until his mighty knot cracked off the pussy lips. “There we go…” he snarled and leaned forward.

Large as the Diges was, he was a small thing compared to Vuirash, and compared to Bomdrez? Even the mighty Vuirash was merely average.

It was an easy task for Bomdrez to straighten his back and step forward. Casually striding over Bahamut’s legs, just to reach out and shove the platinum’s head to the ground. Standing atop the once-proud god as he began to thrust.

At least Bahamut had been expecting a thrust. Instead, the red pushed forward. Using his weight to force the divine dragon to spread wider around his knot. The throbbing bulge, meant to trap a female there and keep his seed locked in, was nearly full size. As Nimnis had discovered earlier, forcing a male dragon’s knot in was no easy feat. Yet Bomdrez made it look like a simple task. A roll of his hips, just a slight twist, and a shocking, painful, amount of brute force made the platinum jolt as he popped in.

Bahamut had but a second to recover from that bone-jarring jolt before his partner was wrenching his hips back. Sopping, abused folds held as best they could, lifting the massive Bahamut’s rear off the ground. Nothing could stop the red as he wrenched his knot free with a hiss and a grin. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” Licking his lips, he rumbled, “You’ll get used to it.” Another slam. The thunderous crack of scales off scales crashed through the room. Competing with the wet pop of knot stretching pussy again, and the platinum dragon’s squeal. “Or you’ll break. I can’t wait to see which.”

Within a few thrusts, Bahamut wanted to roll his head, to simply pass out. Yet that lingering spark wouldn’t allow it. That seed of Divinity kept him awake, all while the male forced him to watch as the red dragon’s body crashed against his. Hips angled just so, so that his ridged length hit pleasure spots Bahamut didn’t know he had. Forcing his spined crown against some place within the platinum that threatened to overwhelm him with pleasure.

One cheek pressed to stone, the other mashed by the red dragon’s powerful hand. He could only stare between fingers as Bomdrez’s other forepaw slid up. Casually petting Bahamut’s thigh. Up to his sagging belly. Down to his slit, and then…

The bastard began to drum his clit. Or what could have been his clit? It was impossible to tell right now. His body, his mind were an absolute mess. His body thrashed and writhed, torn between trying to escape, and wanting more. Body heaved and lungs burned as pleasure and pain swirled through him. Blurring into a swirl of some indescribable feel.

“Throw your legs around me.”

Bomdrez’s words cut through the haze. Bahamut hadn’t even been aware that they’d moved until he felt the red’s weight on his chest. They lay there, belly to belly, Bomdrez’s knot halfway into his slit. A groan shuddered through the platinum as he felt his legs curling up and over the red’s body. Forepaws pressed to his cheeks as the male leaned over him. “There we go,” thrust. “Isn’t this so much better?” Grind. “Fucking you just like those mortals do.” Thumbs hooked into the corners of Bahamut’s maw and held it open. The red leaning in until his muzzle met the platinum's. “I bet you’d squeal like one if I just…”

He tilted his head and locked muzzles with the grand platinum. Forcing his engorged knot in right then. Bahamut couldn’t help but jolt again and gasp. Especially as the male’s tip drove against something so deep inside of him. His body shuddered and clenched, brought to peak under the red dragon’s malicious ministrations. He pushed and arched, body moving on its own as the climax rode out for a solid moment. All while the red dragon tried to choke him with that thick, brutal tongue. Forcing Bahamut’s to wrestle with it as they rocked on the ground.

Then, just as he was starting to come down, the red broke the kiss and snarled. “Let me pull out, Whore. I’m going to…” Bomdrez bellowed in Bahamut’s face. Thick, panting spittle blasted his muzzle as the male drove hard into him. A volcanic eruption of thick, molten cum that blasted against his insides. Coating him with that thick, clinging sperm. Enough that even Bahamut’s still sagging stomach began to show the with the male’s incredible volume.

“Ah… ha… ha…” Bomdrez panted in Bahamut’s face. “Did you see that, Pet? The cunt couldn’t get enough. Held me in so she’d get fat with another clutch.”

Diges licked his lips and grinned, “Can’t wait to give her one.”

“Or two.”

The two grinned and snarled, “Dozen!” and began to cackle. All while Bahamut’s head rolled back and darkness threatened at the edges of his vision.

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Behold and be amazed. Bahamut the Platinum Dragon. Captured and Curated by Needles the Ohhu. A tribute to Queen Tiamat.

It looked like a statue. The great figure clad in platinum scales that never seemed to dull or tarnish. Even in the dim, dirty light of Avernus. It might as well have been a beacon for the light it gave off. Casting and reflecting light from atop a pillar. High stone fences and magics warded off any that would enter, yet gave a perfect view of the dragon that sat chained on display. Thick, grubby chains weighed down each limb and held the wings out in a mockery of flight. A thick bridle and thicker mask blocked Bahamut’s sight and muffled his moans and pants.

Escape was hopeless and he knew it. He’d tried to escape. There was enough play in the restraints to let him move. By design, they were somewhat loose. Why he’d even felt the metal give as he flexed and pulled.

Only to have some ‘insurance’ that Needles placed trigger. A puff of her breath into his face stunned him. Brought him to arousal in seconds. Precious seconds where he hesitated, stumbled, and was pinned by some mechanical golem. Fucked with a pace somewhere between Bomdrez and Vuirash. Fast, animalistic, but hard enough that the crack of stone and metal against his scales echoed throughout the city. It didn’t stop when he came either. Not the first time. Not the fifth. It didn’t stop until he was certain he’d break. Then it stopped. Warm, damp clothes cleaned him up and he was placed back on his perch.

Needles knew his limits. She’d studied him over the time he’d been her trophy. Could probably write the book about this version of him.

The top of the hour was approaching and he knew it. Could feel the inner workings of the pedestal start to shift and grind underfoot. What would it be this time? He could only begin to guess. Every hour it felt like something new, something different. Oh some things would repeat, but only broad actions. Sometimes great mechanical arms with various faux-cocks would come out. Always different types of dragons. Knobby grays, ridged reds, jagged blues, chillingly cold whites, and more. Others it would be a series of tentacles. Thick and sticky. Grabbing and pulling at him. Coaxing his cock out only to slurp on it while pounding his ass with another. Others? Well, various chromatic dragons would visit him regularly. Sometimes to harvest him, others to plant their seeds.

How long had he been here? Months? Years? Decades? Hours blurred into each other, yet somehow stood out in sharp relief. A confusing storm of pleasure, humiliation, and eggs. So many eggs. How many had he born and fathered? Gods above, one could only guess.

Yet there he stood, the still shining model of Divinity in and of itself. Sustained by a mere pittance of food, often given to him by Needle. Sometimes delicious cooking, others dosed with who-knew what. Some new concoction to see if she could make him cum without touching. Which she’d almost succeeded on several times.

Stone and metal ground against each other. Mechanical claws closed about his hips and forced his tail up. It seemed this hour would be the turn of some great mechanical dragon. Likely modeled after Tiamat, judging by how many hungry mouths clamped onto wings, tail, and neck.

And there were all those cocks as well...