Amethyst’s Spring Mini Stories 2025

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To be the Matriarch

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Zikuenne sat back, her torso propped up at a slight angle as she fanned out her wings against the smooth stone. It was worn to the shape of her body, kind of like a throne, though the dragon girl would never need something that basic in her life. Dragon and wyvern girls, of course, were above such materialistic things in their life.

She held the imposter draenei callously yet casually in her hand, away from her body. She didn’t need to bother with her, not when she was relaxing there, though she had been quite disappointed to find out that the red draenei was not the crimson sweet that she had got used to seeing. After they’d come to an agreement, her and Alythess, she was anticipating getting to see the draenei far more frequently. Alythess had already been out once on her own to see her, which at least proved she was feeling far more comfortable around the dragon matriarch than before. Zikuenne was glad that was all sorted at the very least.

The heat from the dormant volcano seeped into her as she let her tail curl around one of her wyvern girls: Sariesh. The seventy-five-foot-tall wyvern girl’s nuzzled into her breasts with a tender croon, softer than she was when she was on the hunt. Yet Zikuenne rather liked that her wyvern girls would look to her for comfort, showing lighter sides to them that they would not let anyone else see.

It was kind of like that with her and the small, blonde human who had looked after her and her wyvern girls while they’d been sick. That they’d needed that assistance did not even chafe at Ziku’s pride as much anymore, though the very tip of her tail flicked curiously, as if there was still a part of her that didn’t enjoy being vulnerable in that way. It was hard to set such things aside easily when she was in a protective position over her wyvern girl harem.

Her shaft was out, throbbing faintly with every light pump of blood into it, though that was merely the natural flow around her body. It was just a far more sensitive part of her body, in proportion with the rest of her form at one-hundred-and-twenty-feet-tall, the tip glistening with a faint sheen of pre-cum.

However, Rynt was quick to adore her cock, all the wyvern girls crowding around to spoil Zikuenne. Even though they caused her some trouble from time to time – running off with divers, getting into mischief, and so on – spending time with the dragon matriarch was, simply put, one of their favourite things to do. When they had all the tinies and even smaller giantesses to eat that they could ever want, they could live the life of luxury they wanted. Between dipping into the hot springs and enjoying hunting divers within Zikuenne’s territory, they had their days full.

Of course, a long, warm nap soaking up the sun and the heat never went amiss either.

Rynt and Helyss shared her cock, though Rynt growled subtly at Helyss, who, as always, ignored Rynt. Rynt was all bark and no bite, though she liked to be in the prime position, to be the one getting the attention. With so many wyvern girls to look after, Zikuenne could not devote all of her attention to Rynt, but the wyvern girl was known too for being a little on the dominant side.

Helyss, however, was not one to give up quickly. She dragged her tongue from the base of Zikuenne’s cock to the tip, playing her tongue over the most sensitive head as the dragon matriarch shuddered and groaned. Rynt may have tried to challenge her for that spot, but the black-haired wyvern girl was simply not to be outdone, even if getting even the head of Ziku’s cock into her mouth was a challenge indeed.

Sometimes, a size difference could be problematic, yet Zikuenne never felt that for herself when she was surrounded by her wyvern girls.

“Hey… Are you going to let me go?”

The draenei piped up timidly, her tail twisting and curling anxiously against her legs as she tried and failed to drag her eyes away from the dragon matriarch’s huge cock. She swallowed hard and squirmed, but the dragon girl had her clasped in her hand with her fingers curled entirely around her torso and arms, pinning them tightly to her sides.

“You are beyond my attention,” Zikuenne said with a yawn. “But thank you for reminding me of your existence.”

“Wait – what does that mean? Are you… Oh, no, no, noooo!”

The draenei whined and fought, squirming viciously as the dragon matriarch opened up wide and dangled the draenei over her mouth by both of her arms. Her fingers had slid up over her body, neatly adjusting her hand to grasp the draenei around her upper arms instead. Zikuenne may have been more greatly angered by the imposter draenei if not for her wyvern girls, all seducing and lusting over her body.

It was not just her cock they adored, of course, but kissed over her breasts and stomach too, lips tenderly brushing over the patches of scales she boasted. Her clawed toes dug into the ground, pleasure rippling through her, though Zikuenne had to take care of one problem before she truly gave herself over to every scrap of attention her wyvern girls wanted to give her.

Opening wide, she let her meal get a good look inside her mouth, her tongue flickering a little lower. Maybe if the draenei looked hard enough, she would see the tiniest wisp of steam rising from Zikuenne’s tongue, as the heat of her body roiled through her, running hotter than the wyvern girls. It didn’t matter to her just how her prey experienced their devouring, but she relaxed into it, opening up wide and dropping the draenei.

She wasn’t concerned about whether it would be challenging to swallow the draenei: she was more than well-versed in eating all the small giantesses like her she could. The clothed draenei dropped smoothly into her mouth with a high-pitched squeal and she closed her lips when most of the twenty-foot-tall draenei was trapped in there.

Zikuenne’s lips closed around the upper thighs of the draenei as Gwyn whooped, the wyvern girl finally joining them with a very clearly wriggling bulge in her stomach. Ah, that was good: one of her girls had taken care of the small Norr, though she had not quite been a tiny. The wyvern girls seemed to be more upset by the imposters than her, though Gwyn had been particularly fierce when the imposters had stalked their way into the crater, all smiles and fake words. No one had been tricked by them and it was frankly laughable that they’d even thought it would work.

Zikuenne groaned as Gwyn crawled over her, pressing up against Sariesh as she kissed the matriarch’s throat. She had to relax there, settling carefully back, though it was tempting to swallow the draenei quickly.

Ah, but it was fun to put on a show for her wyvern girls too, of course. She swept her heated tongue against the underside of the draenei, pressing it over her belly and up over her tits. A whimper resonated within her mouth, though Zikuenne simply didn’t have it in her to feel bad for the draenei in the slightest. Even though she was just food, she had come to their home with ill intentions and that was not for the matriarch to worry about in the slightest.

“Mmm…”

She hummed around the meal in her mouth, swallowing a little as the fighting, flailing draenei was drawn into her throat and pushed down. Her hooves disappeared into her mouth, clad in the Wolfenhammer boots; those were just about the only part of the “trick” the two of them seemed to have got right. Being a blonde did not make the Norr the tiny the dragon matriarch and wyvern girls adored so much, after all. Not that Zikuenne would ever admit that aloud, but she was sure the canny little human had caught on to it already.

A clothed meal was not appealing to her, not after getting to toy with the human’s flavour before – and a few times afterwards. It was just as well the human had constructed that rescue toy, to withdraw her from her stomach after being eaten, as it allowed her to indulge over and over again, just as she pleased. Could Ziku lust for more, truly?

So, she let them see her visibly enjoying her meal, even as the twitching, fighting draenei squirmed into her throat and Zikuenne obviously tipped her head back for one, big swallow. With a gulp that was louder than it had any right to be, the draenei was sent sliding down into her belly, coated in saliva as the wyvern girls cheered and whooped around her.

Yet Gwyn was tenderer than usual as she pressed her lips succulently to the dragon matriarch’s throat. It was there she stayed as she enjoyed the bulge of the draenei travelling down her throat, disappearing where she belonged, down to the stomach of the dragon matriarch. Though it was in that moment the wyvern girl languished, her lips softly caressing the lost draenei, one who had thought she could best them and had met with Ziku’s casual wrath and judgement like others who had gone before.

It seemed like more than fitting justice and, at last, Gwyn was satisfied. She kissed her matriarch lovingly, hands on either side of Zikuenne’s face. Despite the size difference between them, as Gwyn was only fifty-five-feet-tall, their lips moved seamlessly together, tongues flickering teasingly up against each other’s lips, questing for entry. The matriarch did not dominate in that moment but allowed her adoration for her wyvern girls to sing through her touch, their tongues darting together and then apart as if it was all a dance for them.

The rest of the wyvern girls crowded around her cock so closely that Zikuenne could not be quite sure who was pleasuring her at any given time. It was all hers to take in the moment as heated lines were drawn up her cock by desperate, needy tongues, one wyvern girl trying to get on top of her to ride her cock. That had to be Sary, at ninety-feet-tall, but the others would not allow it, forcing her to share and be a good sister wife amongst them all.

Her cock throbbed and Zikuenne let it all sink into her, a hand on a wyvern girl’s back as Gwyn kissed her all the more fiercely. Her tail wrapped around another, demanding they share in the moment, but the white-haired wyvern girl had her hand on Zikuenne’s stomach, caressing and rubbing the obvious bulge there. And, oh, how that bulge of the draenei fought and squirmed, pushing out against her stomach as if she simply could not accept her fate. Yet it was sealed, of course, and the notion of using a rescue toy to pull her out again simply did not cross her mind.

It was good to be who she was, to be able to take all she craved, even while tending to her wyvern girls, making sure they had absolutely everything they ever could have needed. Yet her needs were suited to be met too and it was up to her to claim the draenei, to let the weight of the much smaller giantess sit in her stomach while she took care of any threat towards her harem.

As the wyvern girls played their tongues and lips expertly over her cock, sucking on the head together, Zikuenne hissed and rocked her hips. Cum shot from her, losing control as she was gifted so much bliss, ecstasy trembling through her even as her wings tried to flare out from where they were trapped behind her back. The wyvern girls all clustered in, trying to catch a mouthful, though they would most likely enjoy themselves best licking it off one another’s faces, everyone savouring and giggling through the moment as they best pleased.

It was good to be the matriarch, Ziku mused, heated lust rippling through her. But it was also good to care for the wyvern girls, seeing them happy and laughing, satisfied.

Together, they all reaped the spoils.