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“And stay out, you little rat!”

Disturbing the peace was common in the town of Ficheldor; orcs ran the place and threw out anyone who could raise their voice against them, so they regularly paraded their power to anyone. Didn’t help that they hated all that wasn’t an orc with a burning passion, to a point where it wasn’t even uncommon to see man, woman or child in the dirt road beaten to a heap lucky to be alive. So what does that pose for an old goblin who probably shouldn’t boast about being tired of being pushed around? Flat on his face on the dirt.

This green goblin wasn’t average for being past their prime, however. They were built like breeding stock among the very pillagers that kept this town under their various pinkies; voluptuous backside that engulfed the loincloth barely keeping him decent, waistline keeping it together well hidden by his protruding gut, and further emphasis at play by the presence of rather plump yet drooping moobs once the goblin got off the road.

Grogor dusted himself off once he was sure he wasn’t tailed out for a follow-up beatdown, spitting dirt and blowing dust out of his mouth and walking away with a limp. Which didn’t help him leave like a bigger person, since it just made his ass sway like he was making a statement.

“Filthy vermin. Grogor know he had more elix. Elix should not be dry so soon…” When the edge of town came by and the goblin traveled off the path towards a tent just a stroll off from the mainland, it was clear that they were not only an outcast, but a practitioner of arts not meant for the normal-blooded. And once an unkempt hut full of junk and mysterious things in jars came into view, it was clear what this goblin here was.

A shaman.

“What is Grogor missing now? Grogor made sure to stock all.” He ignored his staff, which conducted his magic as much as the next magic user, and went straight for physically looking for what he needed. This of course led to him bending over a chest that looked like it was empty yet sounded full of trinkets a hoarder would have, but there was no one around his hut to see his pussy, exposed to the elements thanks to the loincloth sinking further against his taint and drooping down in the front and leaving the various stretch marks bare like ogre feet in a tundra. When he found the book he was looking for, all was decent again except for the blatant outline of his pucker while he flicked through pages like a bibliophile looking for the page they left off of after losing the bookmark and ironing out creases.

“Ahah! Grogor need… hmm… Serpent seed?” The page he was on depicted a comical display of someone being granted immeasurable strength without the physique to accommodate it, and right near the end of the ingredients to make such an elixir read ‘Essence of Drake Sperm’. “Bah, Grogor must have lost stock. Need more…”

He scratched his head, trying to rack his rather unkind brain into action before it devolved into a full-body relief that had him two hands-deep in his loincloth at his crotch. The hair around his cunt was very scruffy, so on a hot day like this, it was easy for things to get itchy without suspecting critters in there.

“Ah! Cave up north. Dragon boy still growing. Would give seed if enticed.” The dragon in question, some gold-scaled whelp entering adulthood, was housed somewhat near Ficheldor yet hunted in the grasslands on the opposite end of where Grogor left, so it wasn’t rare to see a golden flash zip through the skies as the days passed. The goblin could surely fetch a load from them! After all, dragons were always proud of how much they can breed with each other, only fitting to steal some of their ‘riches’.

In the meantime, Grogor got his staff and some spare flasks to collect what he needed to consistently prepare his Elixir of Invisible Fortitude before heading out of his hut. A normal person would have put a charm on it to keep it out of sight from wildlife or any travelers, but it’s well known not to do so even if you’re curious enough. Don’t know what you’ll bump into and get your life topsy-turvied. Or at least, that’s Grogor’s excuse.

He doesn’t know about the fairies that do book club meetings in his hut.

“Whelp should be in middle of Rut. Season time. Maybe right after. Could catch him as beggar.” Plotting on how the goblin was going to pull this off without being burnt to a crisp or eaten alive carried him throughout the forest and managed to creep anyone who walked nearby off so he was relatively undisturbed. Though that could be chalked up to seeing him with his hand in his ‘cloth again. Making his thighs move and such got his bushy crotch itchy again, and tracing the stretch marks around his pussy was providing less entertainment than the ideas he had for getting the dragon to court with him for a quick load.

Soon, the scenery gave way to a grassland field inhabited by few trees scarcely spread about, a mountain standing tall ahead of Grogor. He took in the sight, because well… he didn’t exactly know where the dragon was. He assumed they were just in this area, or their cave was just a straight walk from where he himself stayed. But not seeing an easy route to a dragon’s lair left him stumped.

“Think Grogor, think… Where is dragon whelp…?” While one lost in thought or confused at the moment scratched their head, Grogor stayed true to quelling the skin beneath his pubic hair. He should shave, but he’s been telling himself that for the last ten years and nothing’s ev-

He heard a *FWOOSH* and ducked out of sight just in time to see the very dragon he was seeking. A golden sheet of reflected light cast over the land leading up to the cave where they dwelled up above, Grogor barely catching the sight of their exposed cock sticking down between their hind legs, and the goblin catching the faint sounds of frustration before he let his heart fall back into his chest. That was way too close for his comfort, leaving him panting behind the bush he managed to fit behind with all the stuff he had on his travels. He looked up, seeing that the sun was still somewhat in the sky and the treetops blocked most of the rays from blinding him.

“Hmm!?” Out of nowhere, a glob of a hot something oozed onto Grogor’s loincloth and soaked straight through to his crotch, leaving a tingling sensation akin to touching something hot for more than half a second. It got to a point where wiping it away didn’t help, and soon the unwise goblin did away with his clothes. Now wearing only a boarskin tunic, he stowed his clothes into his travel pack and made his way to the mountain.

“Walking feel better.” Having the breeze kiss his extremities made the trek much smoother, even cooling the heat of that strange liquid from a few minutes ago. Though, it still left his pussy glistening like he had worked up a personal sweat, and watching the fluids trickle between his thighs as he carefully watched his step didn’t help whatsoever. Though, he did find a trail of dark spots on the cliff face leading to the cave where he saw the dragon disappear into, so that was better than thinking he thought wrong and saw an illusion set for intruders. Dragon magic was on a different scale than goblins, that’s for sure.

Once Grogor found the way to the cave without needing to exert himself further, he let out a breath of relief that there was no magic ward to keep him out. Or maybe it hadn’t been set upon the dragon’s arrival, or maybe they forgot. Either way, he snickered on his way deeper into the cave…

The interior was thick, even thicker to smell, and it seemed to be good enough for the goblin as it got his cunt to leak profusely, but he was too busy keeping an eye out for any danger or additional defenses set in place. It was darker the deeper he went, but his staff was more than enough to illuminate the path, and even point out any traps he could miss thanks to his rotund figure.

Although, the deeper he went, the less he could ignore the fumes sinking into his unaware nose, and before he knew it Grogor was leaning on his staff for leg support as he buckled and came on the cave floor.

“M-m-must be… season scent… strong…” Oh it was more than that; no sooner did Grogor finish, the smell seemed to fog out his head and make thinking difficult as he went on. The warmth began to get far too comfortable to remain focused, and his tunic started to get sweaty. Too sweaty…

It was off before he knew it, and just in time to walk into a chamber that snapped him out of the horny stupor as a roar bellowed through the deep interior. Grogor hoped the beast hadn’t heard him yelp or his fat ass taking cover behind some rocks-because he sure as spirits wasn’t graceful with either-but not hearing any retaliatory callout gave him relief to bask in as he slowly peeked out.

Right away, he saw that the golden drake was on their side, desperately pawing at their cock but being unable to firmly grasp it. It was painfully red all over, like it had been caught in a net trap and left to remain touched yet not pleased for the whole ride back home. It was leaking too, thick globs splattering all over the walls and floors as the beast struggled to be calm. One such splatter came near the goblin, and peering at it confirmed that it had been dragon precum that had fallen on his crotch earlier. While he should be focusing on what the dragon was going through, he got an idea that left him to duck back into hiding and prepare something.

“Stupid dragoness… how dare they...deny me my right… to claim what I see…” The dragon’s struggling was emphasized when attempting to stroke themselves with their feet led to them sliding right off thanks to the copious amounts of lube covering the every inch of that cock, a plume of smoke emitting from their maw in frustration. “Nnnngh! This is hopeless…! I need a bitch… I cannot take this torture for any longer....!”

Salazar finally got themselves a breather and stared at their dick, watching it angrily throb towards him like a twitching finger and pump more preseed onto the den’s floor. As much as they hated seeing themselves get horny, they knew being this way for much longer was not an option they could afford this season. It was hard to even think straight at this point, and as the dragon continued to stare at their erection, they found themselves drifting closer to the tip with their maw open…

“Dragon!” Grogor calling out to them made them snap their head into alertness, bringing their blue eyes to his naked form and igniting the fight-or-flight response the goblin was not hoping for. He had to duck back into cover as they chucked a ball of flames at him and only came out when he was sure none of his hair was on fire. “Calm, beast. Grogor not here on business.”

“State it then, whelp…” If there was one thing Salazar was not, it was easily trusting. No matter how much he desired to rut the nearest breathing thing he could find, anyone that practiced magic got his hackles up and claws ready. No one wants another Magic War, no drake wants to see their family being used like puppets.

“Me come for essence. Need for elix. Could help with problem.” Grogor made sure any fear he should have didn’t bleed into his tone so that the dragon didn’t laugh off his offer, but it seemed being himself was still enough reason to chuckle.

“Don’t make me laugh, you scaleless kobold. You couldn’t even dream of possibly handling a dragon my size.” The enunciation wasn’t directed to his physique, with good reason since there are dragons as big as towns in existence, but rather his erection as it poured out more precum for Grogor to ogle and idly lick his lips at.

However, the goblin merely smirked in response to such a boast. “How can dragon be sure? Dragon no fuck Grogor to be certain.”

“Tsk. I don’t need to be as braindead as you to see that I’d split you straight down the middle if I bothered entertaining you…” Salazar scoffed and looked away with his nose stuck up, but the sound of a *sqlch* brought his attention to Grogor again, and more specifically their pussy. It was winking, and letting out rather copious bursts of juices that would probably leave any dick that went in it coated in layers of lubricant...Nnnngh! No, it’s not happening, no matter how desperate they looked…

“Still words. No action yet.~” Grogor decided to bring out the deal sinker-or breaker-and found a flat rock to bend over against. His ass was massive, and the hair coating the taint nearly made it look like it would be a putrid endeavor to seek what scents lay beyond the veil, but that labia...Salazar couldn’t help but see it, and got fed second after second of those eager winks towards them.

“Rrrrrrnnn….” Salazar’s instincts were crying in agony, scorning him for even thinking of saying no to such a display-considering it even. A dragon bred no matter what to assert their almighty status. Didn’t matter if those who were bred weren’t dragonesses, they still get the message they live to always be beneath a dragon…

“Time to know your place, kobold…” With one last throb to leave the cave floor beneath their underbelly soiled, Salazar stepped forward to Grogor and held back a flinch as they began to eagerly shake their ass at him. It was an unceremonious mounting, especially so considering that Salazar had to stand almost upright to align himself before getting down for better leverage, but soon every shot of energetic precum was going straight in that hole like a water hole and he could wait no longer. The dragon rammed in, throwing any form of care out of the window, and gasped with little air in his lungs left as he…

Fit?

“Hmmm…!?” Grogor was still screaming from the penetration, for the suddenness had left their cunny awash in sensations that no staff or magic construct could replicate, so for Salazar to not detect any copper in the air near that odorous rump, it meant that they were unharmed for the time being.

For the time being.

“A tiny cretin with a little t-trick up their sleeve, I see…~” He drooled with glee as he dug his claws into the floor to ram harder, slamming through those tight walls and making an example out of the goblin. They wanted to get fucked so bad for some seed? Let’s see if they can handle it like a dragoness should. Salazar’s cock gained more ground the further he took his hips, and in no time he was barreling into Grogor’s fat ass like a heavy-handed ogre taking hold of a castle’s wall to climb it. In tandem, the tip managed to find the little hole to make things more interesting if the drake desired, and hearing the goblin yell out hard enough to make their pussy vibrate was more than enough reason to stretch the opening outward to gain more depth.

Grogor was crying, but it was the kind of tears that flowed cooly, rather than the hot tears of pain and discomfort shed in the face of being hurt, and it made it ever clearer that this was the kind of fucking that he would write home about. The dragon was ruthless, spearing through his cunt like there was a thick, hot lance at the dragon’s disposal to be used on him, and leaving his poor walls victim to the most comical “O” shaped chasm to ever befall any vagina. Those stretch marks were smoothened against the goblin’s skin, truly giving the sensation of fitting the impossible inside of that hole.

But in truth, it would come to be Grogor’s downfall.

Even when Salazar began to shove their way into the goblin’s womb, there was no ‘end’ to hit. And once the dragon felt their groin touch upon Groger without a shred of complaints from the tiny creature sucking in their cock like a vacuum, their smirk grew evil.

“Oh now I get it...though you’re going to regret it, kobold.” Salazar wasted no time in fucking whatever Grogor had to say right out of their mouth, making their hips crash into the goblin’s oversized and overstretched cunny to a point where not even having external balls didn’t stop anything from slamming into that massive clit. As a result, Grogor came with the sensation of white fire blazing out of their pussy, juices splashing against Salazar’s crotch like a real dragoness…

So they made sure to really get their point across by roaring loud enough for anyone in the surrounding area to hear.

Every. Single. Shot. Barreled into that black hole of a womb, not a lone drop finding its way out past that cervix despite the rather drastic size difference between Grogor and Salazar, in spite of how hard the drake was tensing up to pump that load out of their loins. Soot plumed from their snout as they even went as far as to hump against Grogor’s ass in an attempt to ‘get it all in deeper’, only serving to rub their hyper-sensitive cock head against that malleable flesh some more…

After a few minutes, that load finally tapered off, and Salazar flopped onto their back in exhaustion, the cave quaking from the impact and leaving Grogor’s pussy rumbling as some last dregs of spunk had gotten caught in his passage and was thoroughly sucked into his womb. No really, one would hear him sucking it in.

However, not even that little tidbit would be enough to curve what was to come.

“Well, well...the whelp’s finally claimed a hole and it isn’t even a dragoness. Knew you’d never be a real dragon…” Salazar, having been just about ready to take a nap-after retrieving Grogor so the “kobold” wouldn’t escape with his clutch, snapped up at that voice, coming to snarl at the cavalry who was standing at his inner sanctum’s entryway.

“A real dragon breeds whoever’s beneath us, that’s not limited to dragonesses, old timer.”

“Oh boohoo, bringing our ages into this will surely wound our pride by a mile.” Three thunderous laughs filled the cavern, rocking Grogor out of his stupor as he rested on his side with his cunt still gushing out juices like a whale’s blowhole. That hot seed inside of him was really leaving his otherwise unused hole go crazy, and it wasn’t long before the three newcomers noticed.

The blue one was more rugged than the others, red eyes and sharp tongue flicking in and out of sight betraying close serpent heritage; the red one seemed to be the more visually imposing of the three, for they were spined and horned to a point where it was a miracle their head wasn’t ablaze from their horns grinding on the cave ceiling up to this point, though they still had yellow eyes meant to scar one’s soul if they weren’t scared by his build; and the green one was the calmer one, with wise blue eyes, smaller physique, but still having enough gait to not be mistaken as a whelp.

“Dragnar, this bitch is very productive. They’re ovulating even.”

“Don’t disappoint yourself, Pollux.” The red dragon, Dragnar, replied. “No dragoness can ever be bested by the likes of a miscreant like that.”

“I beg to differ, Dragnar”, the green one of the group spoke up, “it seems our boy Salazar here might have caught one who can be of use.”

“And what would betray that, Mixel?”

“Here.” Salazar’s objection to Mixel’s arrival to his prone body was snuffed out when they deliberately dropped their ass on his muzzle. “The whelp has cum, no doubt inside the very hole mimicing a geyser from the War Canyon. And yet, not one drop has escaped the cretin.”

“I’m pretty sure any creature with a hint of intelligence can do such a thing. They’re all holes, but not holes for our kind.” Pollux chimed in, bringing Dragnar to concur with a nod.

“Yes, Mixel, I find it difficult and fruitless to believe that Salazar there actually claimed a hole worth forsaking a dragoness.”

“I wouldn’t say forsake.” Mixel made sure to squeeze down on that screamer, further cementing their scent on the poor whelp. “I believe he was driven to fornicate with the mere goblin from the result of rejection. We did notice that he was here from his trail, did we not?”

“Suppose you’re right…”

“And besides, it is clear as day this is no ordinary goblin. Their belongings are near the chamber’s entrance, and unless they’re here on a fetch quest-which I highly doubt-they were here to collect essence.”

“Your deduction skills are very concerning.” The blue dragon Pollux was back. “How would you piece such things together without a shadow of a doubt?”

“Because gentlemen, this goblin would be dead, Salazar would not have seed spread anywhere besides preejaculate, and we’d all be making a fool out of him a lot more thoroughly than this.” Mixel emphasized his point by grinding on the golden whelp’s face, as if egging him to give in and lick Mixel’s flank. With how much bigger they were in comparison, it was quite hard to squirm away when they were so firmly seated on him.

“What’s exactly stopping us from doing so regardless? He’s fucked a swine and you have him pinned down so he can’t even move. No doubt his head will smell like where you’ve laid for days now.” Dragnar was eying Grogor squirm around on the ground, seeing them struggle their way onto their knees. And then proceed to cram their fist inside of their exposed cunny.

“GROGOR NEED!” The shaman screamed, bringing the three elders to peer down at him in judgment while he shamelessly punched his malleable walls for an orgasm, and achieved such not even a full minute after.

“Seems all the musk in the air’s broken them.” Mixel began to hum in thought, keeping a close eye on the way Grogor slithered about and got into new positions to better angle their hand. “I’d say we stake our claim on them. After all, it’s not like Salazar’s fighting their way out of my flank. And you two did intend on stealing any dragoness he managed to catch to humiliate him with oversizing any clutch with your own offspring.”

“Yes but a goblin?” Dragnar was quick to oppose. “It’s undignifying! Nothing is better than the mound a dragoness offers! What if we get caught?”

“We’re not. I always make sure no one can track us when we’re on the move. And if anything, we can always pin it on the whelp here.” Salazar, by this point, had been done in by the sheer force and domination from Mixel’s ass. It was scaled, smooth and featureless yet bore a musk that would put a whole army of ogres in submission if he ever masturbated in front of them.

“I guess...bu-POLLUX!” The blue dragon had taken in a shot of one of Grogor’s orgasms on their tongue, snapping up like they had just tasted the nectar of gods. “Don’t dip into that!”

“Hush your tongue, Dragnar. This bitch is fertile, and I plan on making a clutch.” They were already lumbering around with dragging the pitifully masturbating Grogor back onto the rock that Salazar had inseminated them on, so by the time Dragnar moved to stop them, they had already worked themselves up to have an erection that was steadily mocking those girthy folds by prodding but not penetrating.

Just to make Grogor plead.

“Pollux, think about it. You may not know what magic treachery this goblin could be playing at. For all we know, it could be the renewal of a war meant to be over.”

“I said HUSH YOUR TONGUE!” The azure drake wasnt having it, and soon the goblin was screaming with all they had as they were filled with a much bigger cock than Salazar, whom at this point was pitifully still erect from the incitement of arousal brought on by Mixel’s musk.

Not even other dragons can resist each other’s flanks when they were ripe.

“Complete fit…” Dragnar watched closely from the side as his companion seamlessly drilled into Grogoar’s pussy and didn’t even split their flesh in a way that was clearly gorish. They even had the gall to pull all the way out to the tip, as if meaning to show off just how big they were, before cramming it back inside of Grogor without the sign of a ludicrous abdominal bulge.

“Bitch is...sucking on me from...wi-within...Whatever they did to themselves...just means they’re not gonna be any useful...besides being a whore.” Pollux’s final judgment preceded a position change that had him on all fours, their massive size bearing down on the poor goblin just in time to feel those blue hips crash into that pussy to make sure it knew who did such damage that made them choke on their words and blast Pollux’s crotch with feminine fluids.

“See, Dragnar?” At the time, Mixel was starting to get used to making a chair out of Salazar; the whelp was finally licking, so the green drake was clear to move about so long as his flank stayed put. “Still useful. Yes, there is no neck to bite down on, a tail to wrap with your own, or a dragoness to breathe fire with in a mating dance, but the job at hand can still be done.”

“That still doesn’t-” Pollux cut off Dragnar’s excuses with a roar even more domineering than Salazar’s had been, both red and green watching blue cum so powerfully you could hear how hard the shots were being fired despite how deep the seed was going. And as Mixel smirked in a way that made his usually philosophical visage seem cocky, Dragnar saw that not a single droplet of Pollux’s cum had escaped when the orgasm ended and they pulled out without a backlog following after him.

“Grg...grog-grog...mmmnnnn…” It was further emphasized that this goblin was so destroyed mentally that they couldn’t even speak coherently, especially when the slightest move had them gushing all over again as if they hadn’t been fucked senselessly by Pollux.

“I’d say it’s your turn, Dragnar. We dragons don’t take to mind having a go at claimed hole now.” Mixel beckoned them to go forth, but the red dragon...hesitated.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m as certain as this whelp here will probably stop being a bladed tree in our haunches and comply more often once we’re done here today. Just like the rest.” Mixel made sure to show off the results of their labor, Salazar whimpering and meekly trying to get back to licking with their petite tongue before that ass-moisturized by the golden drake’s hot breath and the heat of the chamber-smacked down with a wet *slp*.

“O..kay…” In spite of earlier when Dragnar sounded very belligerent, he was brought down to a timid shell of what he portrayed himself to be. He’s never been in such an opportune position with something not a dragoness, and it really showed when he awkwardly tried to be quick about things and nearly speared his wauy into the goblin’s untouched ass but thankfully missed by a hair-pun intended. “Nnnng, unkempt little whore.”

“Grg….” Grogor’s responses to their words were hardly worth regard, but it really sparked something in Dragnar.

“Whores like you need to know your place.” Mixel hummed. That was Dragnar’s usual phrase when the three of them raided a cave where a pair of dragon and dragoness were nesting after copulation and he got first dibs at the lady. Though they didn’t question the motive as that red, rigid shaft bore down on Grogor’s little pussy and brought it open to new, more obscene levels of elasticity.

And just like all others, Dragnar fit without a problem.

“Can’t...wait to...make a brood pop out of your whore hole…” The crimson drake was very intently when it came to the prospect of fucking a mound with his mighty dick-bigger than everyone here, and his pace was less about power like Pollux and more into speed to hasten the breaking process. With no cervix to breach and a lack of resistance to make him go slower, Dragnar was free to fuck without complaint. And he sure made use of every single minute of freedom.

No matter how many times Grogor gurgled on their own saliva and lubed up that dick in their hairy cunt.

Every *shlk*, every *plp*, every snort, and every scrape on the cave floor was a marker of Dragnar’s reign of terror on Grogor’s hole. There was no question that the goblin would never truly be repairable after this, and if they did all they would be able to do is crave for a reason to fix themselves again. With Dragnar snapping his maw into the empty air, it was clear that Mixel really had to do some thorough convincing to make use of the goblin’s body without all the benefits that superceded them that a dragoness posessed.

Though it didn’t matter after a few more minutes of listening to Dragnar smash their hips into Grogor’s ass and leave it a shade of red that one could find on his underbelly, because he came with such a booming roar, it was surprising that the cave didn’t start falling in on any of them. And things really picked up when Dragnar managed to keep going despite dumping what felt like an entire section of his loins inside of the goblin.

To no leakage of course.

“Mixel…” Pollux spoke up, eyes darting between the green dragon making a fool out of Salazar by making them chase after their green ass and Dragnar taking control of that womb with those continued thrusts that led to some pauses here and there. “You’re oddly quiet.”

“Hmm? Oh, I always get used to watching our lad here work holes into his favor. His greatest strength no doubt, but the flaw of pickiness really stunts his potential.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” Mixel paused as Dragnar roared again, that endurance on display as they managed to plow through their orgasm and bear through the hyper-sensitivity it caused before they were clear to keep humping. “...we need to quell his standards.”

“It’s not hi fault for having preferences. Like he always says, nothing beats a dragoness.”

“And yet, you bred that ‘miscreant’ like any other dragoness we’ve soiled with our virile seed without even a shred of apprehension. I’d say, so long as you know the hole won’t break from your size, it should be claimed all the same.”

“I know bu-” Dragnar’s roaring was really going to get on Pollux’s nerves.”-but we shouldn’t stoop to such a level. At least, not right away. It’s not like this goblin is the first of many.”

“Oh, but we’re dragons. Who says we can’t make whores to claim for ourselves?”

“What do y-” Then Pollux saw it. The whole time Mixel had been resided on Salazar’s body left anyone who glances towards them unaware that the green drake had been doing some fiddling with the golden drake’s junk. Gone was their cock, as unimpressive as it was in the face of both Pollux and the currently cumming Dragnar, and in its place was a mound one can sniff out on any dragoness. “Mixel, you…”

“You genius? I can take compliments.” Though the green drake was rewarded with a look of horror on Pollux.

“You’re mad. If you can do this, then we’ll get caught for sure!”

“Aht aht aht. We’ll only get caught if we make mistakes. No one’s going to raise a fuss about a surge of what were considered dragons at birth suddenly turning up with bellies stretched from carrying broods. Once they see the hole a dragoness bears, no one will make a fuss. And if there are no other dragons equipped to claim a dragoness…”

“Then we can...claim the entire population?”

“Even bigger. We can claim the King and Queen.~” Mixel’s devious plotting was cut short by Dragnar falling onto their back, leaving a quake in the room so tremendous that it was still a miracle that all was held together. Grogor still laid there, pussy agape from that session that had gone on for quite a bit, and yet not a single shred of evidence the result of their stretching came from a dick that nutted inside of them…

“Looks like Dragnar is finished...Want me to get him out while you finish?”

“Yes, it looks like our young friend is out of it. Probably got so into it that he came with all he had as he usually does. I’ll be right behind you.” Mixel dismissed Pollux, betraying who had what role in this small thunder as the azure drake carefully nudged Dragnar towards the cave entrance. This left Mixel with both pussy-bearing cretins and he couldn’t grin any more mischievously.

“Mmm, who first…?” He rose off of Salazar’s face, who didn’t even make a sound or moved a muscle to object to having fresh-ish air to breathe in for a change, and sat down between the two of them. It would make sense to continue the tradition of staking a bigger claim on Salazar’s catch, after all there was no fighting away a dragon in the midst of rutting a hole. Though, he spent all that time slowly conducting the magic in his veins necessary to make Salazar about as appealing as the dragoness that gave them the cold shoulder…

Grogor’s dumb face was steadily dragged off the stone by Mixel’s tail, dangled in a way where they couldn’t even see from the heft of their fat body, only to be set upright with a careful flick before they audibly slid into the green drake’s asscrack. Now smothered in the very musk that subdued Salazar, it was time for Mixel to stake a claim…

On the whelp.

“AHHHH!” The golden drake was victim to the eager deflowering of their new mound, left with a discomfort that they’ve never experienced before. Mixel only moaned, for the snug fit that easily caved into his intrusion left his girth positively embraced.

“Mmm...it’s been so long since I’ve had a fresh hole. Those two getting first dibs all the time was getting old…Tsk, puns.” Mixel mused with himself while ignoring Salazar’s incoherent yelling in the middle of his thrusting, his cock finding that hole that laid the way to that new womb that his magic was ever so carefully in creating. Knowing a dragoness’s anatomy by heart really helped, but having the visual of his companion’s asses in his face made it difficult to focus. In the end, what he made was a sleeve to rest his dick in.

And theeeeeere’s the cervix breach.

“PLEASE…! MERCY!” Salazar’s pleaing almost sounded like rejection and blatant refusal of consent, but they were wrapping themselves onto Mixel as a dragoness would when being fucked in this position.

“Oh no no...See, you’ve had this for a long time coming.” Mixel made sure Salazar looked him in the eye as he adjusted his hips to slam down instead of forward. “Always sticking your nose up at us, thinking your youth made you superior to our aging generation. Never taking the time to realize what flagging in front of dragons really meant. It’s only fair I put you into the role you belong in...whelp.”

One more thrust sealled the deal, landing Salazar in a state of breathlessness as not only was the first time he’s ever been nutted inside of with someone he resented, but it was big enough to feel like his brood space had been fully flooded. And the new sensations coming from such a filling had cum.

Which made it all the easier for that seed to take.

“Enjoy my brood. I’ll be sure to come back and make sure you lay them all for me.~” Mixel pulled back from that cervix and let his seed coat it, sealing off any intruders from being able to ‘add to the mix’, and was about to go join his fellows when he felt something bump into his tail hole. “Oh right, you.”

His tail dug the goblin out of his flank, their body glistening in the steadily dimming light from outside. They couldn’t even form a word, just drooling and twitching.

“Suppose Dragnar was right about you only having a hint of intellect, but I guess you make for a good outlet for them in case they fail to take. But just in case…~”

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Grogor snapped awake, having not remembered when he blacked out at all. It felt like a new day, since the sun was able to shine into his tent rather than bathe the interior with its setting rays. “Ow... Grogor feel like orc club couldn’t finish job on head…”

That wasn’t the least of his problems, as he came to find that his stomach was absolutely massive! He could hardly scoot his ass across the bed to leave it with how huge it was pinning his legs down and moving at all had his pussy ready to leak into his pigskin sheets.

“Oh no…” Grogor tried to reach in to grab any cum that might still be moist within his cunny, but alas he didn’t even pull a drop. “Spirits damned! Grogor forgot to lower spell power. Hnnng, guess I gotta go find the wh-HNNNNG!” He had been trying to ignore that his pussy was convulsing between his halfway hidden legs, but the second he managed to get his feet on the ground, he nearly fell on his gut as he gushed onto the grass beneath him. His cunt was running wild, walls clenching so much that he could hardly notice the reason why while euphoria rocked his system to the core. Being on his knees was the best he could do as his folds parted like thick curtains draped over a king’s bed.

An egg as blue as the sea steadily slid out, leaving Grogor to nearly break his skin from tightening his fists to add force to his pushing before it finally popped out. The pressure had left him gushing all over it, but unfortunately he didn’t get a break.

His gut was starting to make his back ache, so he fell back and left his legs spread as the contractions continued, the angle of his resting spot bringing his attention to his sitting chair, where the flasks he had brought along to his journey were filled to the brim with what was undoubtedly dragon seed. He would whoop, but he had another egg-this one red-to get out of him before the forest became an audience to this unceremonious birthing of dragon young. At least he got what he left for.

But he was starting to find it hard to think about his moment of victory as his gut barely shrank from egg #3, 4, and 5 making their way down after the two others laid on the ground before him...