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“C'mon, sis! The treasure won't wait for you!" Julian called.

“That's literally all it's going to do! When was the last time you saw gold walk?" Jess replied.

Jess watched the edge of her brother's cloak flutter through the doorway on the far side of the ruined temple's amphitheater. She shook her head, tensing her bowstring against an arrow as she followed. Her steps slowed for a moment as her eyes drew along the tremendous marble statue of Iorless that towered over the sanctuary. The dragoness's form, twisted into a half-human shape, was covered in vines and cracks. One of her arms lay in boulders across the floor of the temple but the symbol of the twins was still brilliantly white against her chest. Two dragons, curled against each other, rested just above the massive statue's naked breasts. They had been spared the ravages of time and nature as well as the ruinous touch of the boar-kin that had been turning the glade into a sty.

They'd had a meager reward promised to them on return but the pair of adventurers knew of the various tricks that the priestesses of Iorless had used to keep their tithes out of the eye of the unpromised. Jess glanced up as she heard a yelp and a whoosh from the stairwell. “I swear, Julian. I'm running low on heals. If you're stumbling into more shaman traps, you'll have to sleep with the burns." She hollered, leaving Iorless to her vigil.

She started down the stairwell as a triumphant laugh morphed into another yelp, punctuated by a whoosh. She sighed again, rounding the corner to watch her brother stomp out the hem of his cloak. The motion made his head snap back as he yanked himself down by the cloak, collapsing in a pile of flailing daggers and limbs. “We're literally the only ones for miles, Jules. Nobody's gonna snatch your loot." She said.

“Not now, anyway! Look at this!" Julian exclaimed.

A pendant swung from his fist as he shot his hand triumphantly into the air. Jess raised an eyebrow, waiting to examine the bundle of leather cord and the jeweled silver until Julian had nimbly hopped back up to his feet. Jess stepped to the side as Julian dove directly into a roll; a gout of flame poured from a suddenly-glowing rune in the wall to fill the space that had separated them. “You dodged that one just fine." She said.

“Yeah! I saw that one, though. But here, look at this!" Julian exclaimed.

He rested one hand on the sapphire-inset hilt of a dagger on his belt like it was a fencing sword and raised the pendant up to his sister's eyes. Silver of exquisite craftsmanship glinted in the torchlight of the landing, glittering with a smattering of emeralds on one half and sapphires on the other. It was a pair of dragons, the same twins that rested on Iorless's chest. It was certainly an impressive bauble. The seam that ran underneath the pair of dragon's intertwined claws was almost imperceptible. The leather cord was wound with a fine gold wire, and a loop attached to each of the dragons.

“Well, it's beautiful," Jess said.

“And super magical, too! Can't you feel it? There's waves coming off it." Julian exclaimed, “It's gotta be really powerful! What do you think it does?"

“Well, Iorless was a goddess of fertility and healing, so-" Jess said.

“And fields! It probably makes you super strong to help plow fields, or heal really quickly, or breathe fire or something!" Julian cut her off.

“I don't know, Jules. Iorless's tales have died out, but the ones the bards still know are pretty scandalous." Jess said, reaching forward to gently grip the emerald dragon.

As she did, a sharp chill ran down her spine, like a lover swiping a shard of ice from neck to hips. Her eyes widened, but the power evened out and she could feel it radiating from the artifact. It was playful magic; it was certainly no curse, nor the cloying, sticky energy of necromatics, nor the powerful headrush of bull strength. “Powerful, but it doesn't feel malicious. Very powerful, though…" Jess mumbled.

“Well, take an examination, then."

Julian let the pendant go to let his sister examine it closer, but as it left his fingers, there was a subtle click from the pendant. It fell in half, and the sapphire dragon dropped from the emerald twin. Jess gasped as the waves of power throbbed through her as the pendant separated. She'd never felt power like this before. It felt like spicy cinnamon, strength like granite, and the magical head-high of Kuval beans and crushed crystal. The power only intensified as the pendant fell.

Vertigo twisted Jess and she wavered unsteadily. She could hear the wind rushing past her ears and her form dropping through the air. Clouds whipped her cheeks as she plummeted and her mouth opened to cry out—not in fear, but in the exhilaration of flight. Her wings shot open and she glimpsed a shadow whip across a cloud below her.

The sensations stopped suddenly when Julian's hand shot out, plucking the sapphire dragon from the air well before it hit the stone floor. Back in her skin, Jess blinked and shook her head. The sound of the wind left her ears without even ringing, and she took a deep breath through her nose. “Powerful." She stammered.

“Awesome!" Julian said, lifting the pendant to let it drop over his head.

Jess's eyes widened as the sapphire-set dragon landed with a thump on her brother's chest. She felt the thud like a heavy door slamming behind her. She shook her head, holding her half of the pendant up to examine it closer. “Jules, I've got no idea what it does!" She said.

Julian shrugged, grinning wide. “I don't feel too different," Julian said, ignoring the comment as he reached down towards a fallen stone. He pinched it with two fingers and made a show of trying to heft it, his other hand wrapped around his wrist. It obstinately stayed in place. After another moment of struggling, Julian stood back up, fists on his hips. “Well, it's not strength."

“That's what I said, Jules. I've no idea what it does. We're gonna need to get it appraised before it turns out to be a curse or something." Jess said.

“Ha, you said it was safe enough already. What's the worst that could happen?" Julian said.

“It could be a fire charm that makes you explode," Jess said, without hesitation.

“That can happen? Why would someone make that?" Julian asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I dunno. Maybe to booby-trap some treasure to get back at future robbers that are too hungry for magical items to figure out what they are before putting them on?" Jess said.

Julian rolled his eyes, reaching down to lift the pendant. He rubbed over it, before shrugging. “I feel fine, sis. This thing is too good to be a simple trap, or it is, and we'll find out soon! It could also be a pair of pendants that like, lets you fly but only gives the power to the first one to put it on!" He said.

“Enchantments don't work that way! You'd have to bridge between two disparate foci, then pour power into them and if they got separated too much, even a simple link would mean that they couldn't contact each other to know if someone had put them on without burning an absurd amount of mana, unless it's shamanistic magic, but then we'd be seeing runes even if it was passive. Unless…Unless it's divine, in which case-" Jess ranted, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Amused, Julian watched the pendant bounce enthusiastically underneath his sister's fist. “Oh, come on, sis. Live a little, don't be such a stick in the mud. It's obviously powerful. Just put it on and we'll figure it out!"

Jess huffed. The glint of silver and emerald caught her eye again as she tried to adopt a pout. “I'm not that humorless. It's just like running around sticking your fingers in holes in a dungeon. Some of them are gonna be traps."

“And some of them are hidden buttons that open up treasure rooms. Have a little fun sometime!" Julian replied.

Another short breath shot from Jess's nose. She glanced back at the pendant before she raised it over her head. “Fine! But if we end up polymorphed into sheep and end up chewing grass for a week, Dokneth's scales will show that I called it." She said, draping the pendant over her head.

A few awkward seconds passed as Julian left an eyebrow cocked, waiting for something to happen. It didn't. Even the power that had been sloughing off the pendant had melted into the background thrum of her mana stream.

“Boom!" Julian yelled.

Her head nearly hit the ceiling as she jumped. The echo of the prank melted into Julian's laughter and Jess cuffed him in the side of his head. His hand feebly waved at her arm as he kept hooting. “Oh, zatch! That was perfect."

Jess rolled her eyes, stepping over to the wall, examining the runes that her brother hadn't yet triggered. She reached into a pouch and tossed a pinch of dust from a pouch on her hip to splash it over the wall. Several more runes sizzled as they defused, their artistic forms slumping into rust-colored rivulets that dripped down the wall. She let her annoyance answer her brother's laughter as she bent down to search the room.

***

A few minutes later, they bent over their loot. It was a surprising haul for such a picked-over site. A pouch and a half's worth of ancient gold and silver coinage lay in a pile, as well as several gems and a handful of other artifacts. Those were practical things: an ornate dagger, a handful of silverware, and a few candlesticks. None were magical besides a few mundane enchantments to enhance their durability. “As avaricious as the boarkin are, I'd have expected them to sniff out this gold even in that compartment," Jess said.

“Well, their fingers were probably too thick to poke the button in the hole," Julian replied.

Jess rolled her eyes before she spotted the impression between four of the hewed stone bricks on the wall. Hoof scrapes ran over it, and her eyes narrowed at her brother. “Really?" She said.

Julian shrugged. “What happened to your pendant? Did you pocket it already?" He asked.

Her fingers closed around empty air as she groped at her collarbone. Jess's head turned down to see no trace of the magical jewelry above her bust. “What? No, I don't recall…See, I told you!" She said.

“Oh, it's probably just a trickster thing. You'll find it in a pocket or something." Julian said.

“Or your sticky fingers are playing another prank on me." She said.

He waved his hand in front of him in the shape of the five-pointed star. “Swear I didn't, sis." He said.

“We'll see." She replied, “Let's get out of here and pawn some of this off for a thick steak and a hot bath."

Julian nodded, helping her gather the loot. They weren't weighed down too heavily, and Julian spent his time playing with the ritual knife as they ascended the stairs back into the temple proper.

As they stepped through the doorway, her head smacked against the frame. Jess winced, rubbing the side of her head as she ducked underneath it. She hadn't remembered it being that low. Now that she thought about it, she didn't remember her armor being this tight, either. Jess let out a slight huff, reaching down to loosen the straps on her breastplate so she could breathe better. “Hey Jess, would it be weird for me to say that Iorless has an awesome rack? I mean, she's a goddess, so-Whoa!" Julian said, looking back towards her.

Jess was still busy rubbing the side of her head as she looked down at her brother. “What? I guess not. They're huge, though, I-Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked.

His mouth was open wide, and no answer came forth. Something was wrong though, she thought as she looked down at the crown of his head. “Why are you so short?" She asked, reaching to tug on her breastplate to try to give herself more room to breathe.

“Come on, sis! This is a little different than when we were little." Julian huffed.

She was already at the last hole in the straps, but her chest still strained at the unyielding iron. With a growl, Jess reached up and yanked on one of the straps across her shoulder. The leather sheared apart, leaving her armor hanging across her front, finally loose enough to allow her bodice-ripping bust space to breathe. Eyes wide, she withdrew her hand, her fingers tipped with dark, viciously sharp claws. “Jules, I think…" She mumbled.

Between her fingers, her smooth skin morphing into silver scales, she watched the other pendant glow a brilliant white against Julian's chest. His eyes were wide, but they ignored the glow as he stared at his sister. He stood still, his jaw nearly on the floor, as Jess swiped down across his chest. She felt her claws catch fabric instead of silver. Her palm only thumped against Julian's chest. He stumbled backward, reaching up to grab at his bruised collarbone to find what Jess had figured out—his pendant was gone, too, and his fingers closed around empty air. “Jules, I told you-ah!" Jess hissed through elongating teeth.

She dropped to her knees in front of her brother and the giant statue of Iorless. Heat pumped through her and she felt her bones creak against muscle and felt the seams of her clothing pop. Through a cracked eye above her grimace, she watched Julian reach out towards her. Orlic bless him for his concern, but he fell forward onto all fours as one of his legs lengthened and twisted. His leg ripped through his trousers as his knee snapped back.

Her claws ripped at her breastplate as her chest strained against the metal. Her breaths came short as she scratched across the iron that dug into her skin. Her chest, both her thickening breasts and her stiffening muscles, pushed back against the unyielding metal. Her lungs labored as they tried to pull enough air into her to keep her awake. The transformation sapped her, and Jess felt more light-headed with every shallow breath.

With another roar, she reached to the side and yanked on the armor. She felt the tips of her claws press against the tough scales that coated her palm, and she heard a terrible screech of rending metal. With a series of two sharp pings, the buckles broke and air flooded her lungs. The armor hung limply from one last strap over her shoulder and power flooded her.

It was intoxicating. As air flooded her lungs, she felt strong muscle creak across her form. The floor stretched away from her and she arched up with a roar. The breastplate fell away and canvas tore as her wings unfolded, throwing a huge shadow over the stage. A sharp pain burnt at her lower back before her leg was pushed into the air.

Jess stumbled to the side as she steadied her new bulk on one hind leg and her arms. She glanced back to watch her leg, the traditional human one looking awfully mismatched to the strange, half-digitigrade form of her other leg. Her trousers were in shreds along the side of her already transformed leg, but her new thick tail ran down the intact side of her pants. It pushed her human leg hard against the canvas as the thick muscle squirmed against the back of her shin. Her tailtip wound nimbly around her ankle and she kicked back against the air. Her clawed toes splayed in the air as they quested for any fabric to rend. Pressure stiffened against her leg as it thickened.

Both limbs fought against the heroic efforts of the splitting canvas. The bulwark of straining fabric linked itself together and tried to hold against the assault. Thick muscle dented against the threads as they cried out to each other with each snap. Against the force of Jess's thickening muscles and her kicks and flails, the line failed. Seams split and the individual snaps of rending threads turned to sporadic, loud rips. With one more hard kick and a snarl, Jess's foot planted against the stone floor and her tail flicked in the air.

“Jess, Jess…you're a, you're a dragon. Just like Iorless. Oh, scratch Goles' seeing eye, are you alright?" Julian mumbled.

The metamorphosis was slowing. Jess could still feel her muscles stiffening and twisting, but it manifested more like slow, instinctual movements than the spastic thrashing that had dominated her a few moments ago. Jess opened her mouth to reply, but the words came out as strange growls and rumbles. She tried to form words with her long tongue and alien throat. After a moment of working her fangs against unintelligible noises, she managed to form “Hyiis" from her lips.

Julian swallowed; he didn't seem convinced. “Are you still in there, Jess?" He asked, stepping forward.

Jess rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe that he couldn't understanding her obviously clear verbal answer, but an obvious solution crossed her mind. She nodded.

“Oh, thank the gods. We'll get back to town, and we've got plenty for a mage. We'll have them reverse this as quick as…as quick as we…" Julian trailed off.

She'd managed to stand unsteadily, pressing her squirming tail against the ground to help her balance. Jess's brow furrowed as she watched Julian's eyes drop down her front as he stopped speaking with a slack jaw. She'd only managed to balance enough to draw her palms off the ground, but it was more than enough to display her front. Her eyes followed the line of Julian's stare, directly to her chest.

Her breasts were massive. Jess even stopped for a moment, surprised herself by the sheer scale of her body. They were big, even proportionately to the torso that she now inhabited, nearly twice the size of the ample bosom plastered on the statue behind her. Her armor and her shirt had stood no chance, and even the largest of the ribbons of white fabric looked like strands of rope over them. However, her amazement disappeared as she glanced back to Julian and realized that his pants were tented. Her oaths were masked into guttural growls by her new voicebox as embarrassment flooded her.

One of her arms reached up to cup across her chest in a makeshift brassiere and she reared up, letting her other arm fly. What would have been, and was intended to be, a dissuading slap instead impacted Julian's cheek with the force of a hammer.

His startled yelp was drowned out in the rush of sorcery that filled the room. Bright light burst from Julian, enough to blind Jess. A deafening roar blocked out Jess's other senses, and she fell to the ground as her unsteady legs failed to hold her up. She squirmed back onto her side, struggling to look back over at Julian.

She prayed that she hadn't thrown some kind of terrible new skill at her brother, and the worst part of her expected to see him blasted apart by unknown dragon sorcery. What had she been thinking? She hadn't felt power flowing through her, nor had she mumbled a casting; or even had reagents on her 'person' to use. She didn't know if she'd thrown something else, however. Dragons were magical creatures and their magics could be wholly different from her expertise. With bated breath, Jess propped herself up on her hip and her hands and let the afterimage clear.

The light had subsided, allowing Jess a view of her brother twisting and morphing, as she had. She let out a sigh of relief, but she watched, wide-eyed, at the sensations that she'd only just experienced. Julian's fingers tugged at his clothing, but they were morphing and changing far faster than his mind could process. Digits lengthened and claws sprouted from his fingertips. His attempts to unbuckle and unbutton his clothing turned to rending cloth. Jess struggled back up to an unsteady half-standing position and considered trying to reach over and help him but the whirlwind of flailing claws dissuaded her.

His body shifted and lengthed, and a long tail swept up over his back. Thankfully, it jutted out over his belt, avoiding the issues that Jess had previously had. She watched iridescent purple scales glitter in the sunlight that filtered in through the damaged roof as they spread from Julian's tail and up to his hands. His short tail thickened, quickly enough to pull him off balance as it twitched in the air.

Julian stumbled from side to side as his mind tried to figure out how his new limbs worked. Jess thought it was odd that he was less focused on freeing himself from his clothing—though he didn't have metal armor to contend with. He arched up, roaring into the sky as his neck popped audibly, lengthening and pushing his head forward. The sound changed as his neck thickened and his muzzle pushed out.

By the time the sound stopped, Julian was halfway to a dragon. There was little skin showing on his form, and his head had completely taken on the dragon's shape. His lungs pumped and he grunted. His expanding chest paused for only a moment as it pushed against his jerkin, tearing through as he reared up. His arms clawed at the air and he wobbled on his hind legs before another sudden jolt of growth knocked him prone.

Something about his form was strange to Jess. Strange sensations were the order of the evening, but she couldn't figure out what the feeling hinged on. She could smell the dank moss clinging to the temples mortar and the tiny flowering buds that dotted the vines. Their faint, sickly-sweet scent mingled with the metallic bite of spilled boar-kin blood in the peaty must of wet loam.

Sounds quivered along her earfins in a tangible way. The sensation of 'hearing' was entirely different, in the way that touch had been different to taste. It was almost as if she was feeling outside of her body. She felt a branch grind up against the side of the temple and her claw's subtle vibrations as they scratched along the floor. Another one of her brother's roars was a primal vibration that shuddered in a pumping rhythm from her fins to the tip of her tails. Her roar poured from her throat as her body forced her to join in. Pressure pounded from her throat and shuddered down the whole of her body. Her instincts told her that this was good, this was life.

Her lungs empty, Jess's eyes fell back to her brother. She watched new colors swirl in his scales, colors hotter than red and deeper than the violet robes the nobles flaunted. However, something still bothered her about his form. She narrowed her eyes, trying to block out some of the confusing sensations and filter her instincts down to understand what she was seeing.

Past tatters of cloth that hung off him, Jess's eyes widened as she noticed the differences between their forms. Besides the color, the change was rather obvious. “Jules…Why are you so small?" She asked.

“Zatch, sis! Yeah, I'm fine, I… Oooh, d-don't look at me!" He hissed.

Her eyes were still locked onto her brother as he shifted. There was no way she'd turn her eyes, not with the danger of the magic and the strange forms they were adopting. The thought of a need for modesty didn't even cross her mind, at least until Julian rolled onto his side.

A rod of ebony flesh, half-human but pointed and covered with ridges and thick veins, jutted up from between Julian's hindlegs. It shifted and morphed in front of her, even as engorged as it was, it twitched against the stimulating motions of his changing body. “Jules, your cock is…" She mumbled.

He hissed, trying to close his thighs. The tip still jutted out from between his lithe, scaled legs, at least until another spasm of twisting muscled jerked his limbs out, leaving him spread-eagled in front of her. She couldn't look away from her brother's spear as instinct throbbed inside of her chest. She took another slow step closer, supported by her hands. “I didn't comment on your giant tits, Jess! The nerve of, oooh, we can't, sis…" He groaned.

Muscles flexed underneath her forepaw as she stepped down on Julian's thigh. He jerked as the huge dragoness pressed down onto him. His rock-hard shaft brushed against the back of her paw, and she quickly shut him up as she planted her crotch against Julian's face. Her other forepaw reached up to grip the purple dragon's shaft, feeling the base thicken into a knot and the ridges slip past her fingertips.

What was she doing? She thought. This creature smelled like her brother, talked like him; but all her instincts were telling her what to do. It felt right, almost, and some part of her mind realized that she should have expected that, considering the stories of the busty dragon of fertility and her…sister. Her brow furrowed as her digits gripped the shaft of her brother's thick cock. Precum drooled down the side of her paw as she managed to tear her eyes from Julian's tip to the thick cock that hung between Iorless's legs.

Jess tried to recall the stories. They weren't often told, relative to the other tales of their pantheon, considering their content. Yet, as horny youngsters, the scandalous tales were coveted between intimate couples. The priestesses of Iorless were a common sight and most prayed to them when the time came for the fertility of family and field. The sermons we certainly special, and though Jess knew that they had both attended them, they had always been sure that it hadn't been together.

She was certain, however, that the stories told of Iorless breeding her sister. The twins were both females, excepting the dragon goddess's extra endowment. She supposed that the strange spell on the pendant wouldn't have to be exactly canon with the stories. Instinct still poked her, and there was something off about seeing those brilliant purple scales paired with a heavy cock.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of slick heat pressing along her slit. Jess let out a gasp, looking down to watch her brother's tongue work across her tight vent. That slick, black flesh was still losing the last of its pink as it ran in long strokes over top of the tight cleft between her scales. The meat of the dragon's muscle spread the subtle lips of her tight vent. Her eyes caught a second slit above Julian's tongue before her hips gave way to her tail. It was a slight depression and an unexpected pattern of scales, but it was certainly there.

The other dragon growled underneath her. It was a tone that filled her with instinctual lust and it struck her as confusingly dangerous, but it was paired with a set of strong dragon forelimbs on her hips. The noise heightened as Julian struggled below her and rolled, pushing her onto her back on the stage.

Her head came to a rest between the statue's ankles. She was left staring up at the thick, hanging tip of the dragoness's cock before her head snapped back up to watch her brother's tongue stroke along her slit. Julian caught her eye and grinned, his eyes hungrily boring into her own. “You're beautiful like this, sis."

A shivering gasp escaped her as his tongue sank into her slit. Her tunnel clenched around the slick muscle as it wormed inside and Jess was at the mercy of her body. Her tail squirmed against the stone floor and her claws scratched and gouged the rock as the feelings made her tense and squirm. Her low rumble echoed Julian's own, and she finally managed to control her long neck enough to curl it up and look at the other dragon.

Her eyes widened as she watched the drake's muzzle bob between her legs, but they widened more as she felt him jerk and the brilliant energy of the transformation filled the room again. The glow was centered between Julian's legs and between her own.

Julian's expression mirrored Jess's as he watched a thick shaft slowly push out of Jess's hips, right in front of him. His tongue pulled back, each ridge slipping in turn from Jess's clenching slit, draping over the side of his slack jaw. “Jules, your cock…" She mumbled.

The other dragon mumbled unintelligibly, his eyes locked onto the thickening, growing shaft pushing out of his sister's hips. His tail dipped down, the tip curling around his ankle, as strange sensations filled him. Jess's eyes, however, turned to the dragon's spread legs. She watched his cock shrink back, almost as if it were receding into his vent, as her shaft grew at nearly the same rate. The sensations of cool, humid air on her new tip, of Julian's hot breath pouring against her knot, and of the simple feeling of her blood pumping through her new, sensitive spear were overwhelming.

Finally, the tingling, squirming sensation of the polymorph sorcery halted, but the feeling of her new cock persisted. It jutted up into the cool air and throbbed almost in time with her racing heart. She was forced to lean to the side to watch her brother's muzzle watching her erection with wide eyes, and it was almost painfully stiff in front of him. The corner of her eye caught movement. Julian's tail tip had slipped up to his slit, the cleft just like the one underneath her cockvent. He stroked along his vent, exploring the new, empty slit that his cock had so recently inhabited. “Jules, it turned you into a…" Jess said, panic in her voice.

“This is right," Julian stated.

The confidence in his voice hit Jess like a mallet. Suddenly, she realized what her instincts had been telling her; Julian's lithe form, his color, his smell—he was a dragoness. Her mind was in order and her instincts were sated, and Julian was correct. “Yes, brother. This is right." She growled.

Confident and needy, Julian stepped forward to slip his muzzle over Jess's cock. She hissed into the air as slick heat surrounded her shaft. It was a sensation like nothing she'd ever felt before, and her whole form tingled with new sensitivity. She could even feel the way that Julian moaned against her shaft as his tail tip slipped into his slit. She felt instinct gnawing at the back of her mind as she looked at this smaller, sexy creature. Jess didn't try to fight it.

Her forepaws curled around Julian's horns. Her powerful arms began to pump the dragon's muzzle along her heavy cock. Her eyes lidded as her thick shaft worked stiffly against her brother's tongue. Her breasts heaved with her quickening breath, leaving her rhythm to speed up to match. The feeling of the other dragon's tongue squeezing around the whole of her cock sent shivers of pleasure along her spine as the new sensations hit her like a hammer.

She gasped as she felt her peak approaching. Her legs flexed against Julian's neck and she bent forward, curling herself around the other dragon's muzzle. Her forepaws pulled his head in against her crotch and her whole body shuddered. The strange feeling of that orgasm swelling her hips and the intense pleasure that her new organ was feeding her brain was overwhelming. She could only ride her instincts and she felt a cry of pleasure tear from her throat.

Julian would have echoed her roar, but her sister's cock was throbbing in his throat. His mind was also trying to deal with his new anatomy. From the tips of his tail to his strangely-angled digits, nothing was where his mind thought it was supposed to be. Curiously, the only thing that felt right in his form was his slit. He didn't feel himself missing his cock, not with the feeling of his honey dampening the edges of his sensitive slit. Each motion of his hips made that anatomy shift and sent shudders of pleasure streaking through his form.

His attention was redirected as Jess finally peaked. Her cock pulsed against his tongue and her roar's pitch leaped. Her whole form tensed and she felt new muscles straining in her crotch. Each pump of seed into Julian's throat was a completely different experience than anything she'd ever felt before. Every flex of her cock against the wet heat of the other dragon's male made her shiver. The intensity of pleasure in her tip was almost painful.

Jess's silver eyes slammed open as Julian let her cocktip slip mercifully from his throat. She watched, wide-eyed, as her shaft flexed in the air and her shocks of pleasure were accompanied by pulses of heavy seed over Julian's open maw and muzzle.

Finally, the roar was left echoing in the foundation of the temple and Jess's panting was only broken up by little whimpers as she watched her cum drip off of Julian's muzzle. He was grinning behind Jess's ebony erection as he watched thick cum drool over her ridges. “You're taking this well, Jules." She mumbled.

Julian's grin deepened as he shifted back up. Jess's fingers slipped from his horns. “Have a little fun, sis. Seems like you're enjoying that new cock pretty well." He said.

“That's hardly proper, Jules," Jess mumbled.

“Neither is what we're going to do, sis," Julian said.

The worst part was that the hunger that flashed across Julian's face echoed deep inside of her breast. She bit her lip, barely managing to halt the demand that almost slipped through her teeth. Julian didn't need her to say it.

After dragging his tongue up the underside of Jess's heavy, twitching cock, Julian stood. The purple dragon stretched and let a few new joints pop back into their new places. Julian wore a cocky grin as he looked over Jess. His tail swayed and a few clear drops of liquid strung off his tail base onto the ground. “Before it transformed me, I was hoping that I could hump that new rack of yours, sis." He rumbled.

She huffed, smirking. Her tail mirrored the other dragon's sway as she watched him turn around in front of her. Her brother wasn't being subtle, but neither was her painfully hard erection. “I suppose you still could, but with your cock on me…" She said, trailing off.

Julian's chest had sunk to press against his forepaws, leaving his tail lifted high and his hips cocked. It was a position that was as subtle as his wet slit and swaying hips. “Mhm. Sis, I knew I needed something else the moment I saw your scales, but I only realized it the moment I felt my cock shrink." Julian said, heat tinting his voice.

Of course, Jess knew exactly what her brother wanted. She needed it, but she was still attempting to stubbornly avoid the instincts that yelled at her, that echoed through her brother's needy voice. She couldn't stop them all, of course, but she might be able to delay the inevitable. With her eyes locked onto Julian's wet cleft, she shifted unsteadily to her feet. “In time, Jules…" She mumbled.

She was still trying to figure out her hips. Her forepaws pressed against the ground and she let her heavy tail counterbalance her somewhat but unlike her brother's full quadrupedal stance, her body was meant to stand taller. Her new stance was somewhere halfway between the purple dragon on all fours and her previous, two-legged form. The half-feral stance, with all of her new height, limbs, and muscles, demanded a difficult balancing act. For the moment, she was too distracted with Julian presenting his pussy to try to avoid her awkward feral stance.

Claws gripped Julian's hips, raising her shoulders in line with her hips. He greeted the sharp points with a needy moan. The noise raised several pitches as Jess's tongue pressed across the gap in Julian's scales. She felt his hips tense under her forepaws as she tried to figure out her tongue. Each time she aimed to lick up, her tongue slid out of her mouth. Trying to twist it made it curl back enough to press against her snout. It was a whole new set of muscles, and it was far more dexterous than her human tongue.

At least, every time that her warm tongue brushed along Julian's netherlips, another gasp escaped from the presenting dragon. Her brother seemed more than content to let her go at her own pace, though her rock hard cock and her tense body were screaming at her to breed the dragoness in front of her. Jess closed her eyes and focused on learning her tongue.

The ridges on her tongue felt odd running along her lips, but Julian's reaction to the texture of her tongue was much more animated. His claws dug against the ground and his whole form tensed as each bump slipped past his netherlips. His hips worked backward, grinding his slit back against Jess's muzzle. Finally, Jess began to tame her tongue and experimented with a few presses and twists against that slit.

Julian's knees quivered as that tongue pushed against his slit. He couldn't understand how it felt so good, how the feeling of that hot, slick muscle against his new, sensitive anatomy could make him so needy. He'd had blowjobs before and a large chunk of his loot now resided with the various brothels they'd encountered on their travel, but he'd never known such a deep desire or felt the touch of flesh so intensely. Each time Jess's tongue squirmed over his slit, breath hissed through his teeth and his legs spread wider.

Her tongue slipped back from Julian's slit and she grinned as the purple dragon pushed his hips back towards her. Her paws stopped him, kneading into the dragon's muscular hips with claws scratching along those small, pliable scales. Jess let the very tip of her tongue press against Julian's vent.

She savored the way that the dragon's form begged for more. The way that his hips flexed against her palms and his tail squirmed against his back were almost as delicious as the wet slit that clenched against her tongue. Her fingers took another long moment to knead and spread the dragon's vents, denting the softer muscle that wrapped Julian's hips, before she shoved her tongue deep inside of the purple dragon.

An eager roar echoed through the temple as hot flesh invaded his tunnel. Jess's muscular tongue spread Julian's lips wide, and each time one of her ridges slipped past his vent his hips jumped in her paws. Her digits dug in and she wasn't sure whether her sharp claws or thrashing tongue were the source of Julian's moan. Honey, thinned with her saliva, dripped off her chin as her tongue began to pump inside of Julian's slit.

With her gaze locked onto Julian's spread lips, Jess focused on pumping her tongue inside of the dragon's tunnel. Strange muscles clenched down on her tongue but failed to trap the slick muscle with his velvety flesh. Her warm breath poured over Julian's hindquarters as uncomfortably hot flesh clenched around her tongue.

The taste of the other dragon's honey filled her muzzle and only drove her desires more firmly to their conclusion. Her wet cock was cool in the still air of the temple. The sheer stiffness of her cock made her toes clench against the tile so she could suffer the sensation. The spicy scent of the forest and Julian's sex filled her muzzle and drove her wild. She focused down, trying to bring her mind back to the forefront and to get Julian off before giving into her instincts.

Thankfully, Julian was enjoying it even more than Jess. Each time those ridges slipped back along his slit, the dragon shuddered. As they slid back in, gently riding along his clit, he fought to keep his hips from jolting upwards. The pleasure rocking through his body was electric to the point of discomfort. He needed this tongue, he needed Jess, and he needed to sate his lust.

Any actions he would have tried to take were moot, however. He could only cling to the ground and his sister's tongue as it pumped into his pussy. Those ridges slammed into his slit. Her prehensile muscle sped up as Jess felt his peak coming. He shuddered and gasped, whining as his hips seized and pushed hard against Jess's palms.

Her snout bumped his slit as his roar filled the temple and the surrounding forest. She couldn't echo it, not with her mouth full and every inch of her tongue buried deep inside Julian's flexing vent. Honey dripped down her tongue and a splash, forced out by Julian's clenching muscles against her slick tongue, splattered over her chin and neck. Hot, slick flesh clenched around her tongue, tight enough to prevent her from working it in that vent.

After several long moments, Julian's quivering hips released their grip on Jess's ridged tongue. Her muscle slipped free, leaving the dragon to gasp against his forepaws. Fluid dripped from her tongue and chin, chaining her lips to her brother's slit with long strands of glistening fluid.

A predatory glint filled Jess's eyes as she looked over her brother's form. His chest was heaving and his tail was still lifted submissively. His slit glistened with juice and his legs were still spread wide. Julian turned back to look at Jess, wide eyes watching his honey drip from her muzzle. Jess's grin distracted him, and her forepaw settled along the back of the other dragon's back. “I'm going to breed you, Jules," Jess growled.

She reared up, placing her weight on the quadruped dragon's back. Julian arched under her, his eyes tracing down the dragoness's heavy bust and half-feral front to her rock hard cock. Precum drooled off the pointed tip and her shaft flexed every so often as she moved. The fluid strung all the way to the floor before it was knocked off by a throb of her cock or the weight of the viscous fluid. Julian's heart caught in his throat as he watched that thick shaft twitch. His body begged him for it, and he nodded, never taking his eyes off that cock. “Sis, please…I need your cock in me." He mumbled past his panting.

Jess grinned as she shuffled up behind Julian. Her steps were steadier now, with her mind wrapping itself around her new musculature and her new purpose. She let out a hot, eager hiss as she felt her cock brush between Julian's thighs. He was hot against her tip, and the dragon's softer underscales were slick with his fluids. Jess shifted forward again, grinding her hips against the base of Julian's tail.

She hissed in pleasure the moment her shaft brushed along Julian's wet slit. The hot, soft skin was a sharp contrast to his warm hide, and her body responded immediately. Arousal flooded her and she growled, her claws gripping Julian's shoulders. His form arched back up and tried to press harder against that short extrusion of flesh as he was taken over by his need as well.

Jess found Julian's neck in her teeth before she even realized that she'd moved. Her sharp teeth dug in and Julian instantly dropped his head and shoulders, crouching down under his sister. She could feel a powerful heartbeat thudding between her jaws, hastening with each passing moment. With a growl, her hips pushed forward and she bit down.

The sound of their combined roar echoed well past the temple. The noise sent birds squawking to the skies, but their noise was lost in the heaving pants that poured breath over Julian's neck and the powerful gasps that pushed his chest against Jess's forelegs. Jess shivered as she pushed her hips forward again, sinking several more inches of throbbing cock into Julian's heated slit.

Neither of them was ready for it. Their new organs were crying out as intense pleasure flooded them. The motion of Julian's pussy around her thick cock, though slight, was intense enough to make her hips jerk back as if she'd been stung. The motion didn't help her lose that powerful tingle that shot into her hips, but it did tease out another unintentional moan.

Julian had bitten firmly into his foreleg by this point. She could see his teeth denting his tough scales, and she could imagine his lidded eyes rolling back. Julian's knees quaked against her own, and she felt his hips dropping under her. The shift threatened to pull her cocktip free from her brother's slit, and Jess jerked her forepaw back up to catch him.

Even as her body suffered another wave of shocking pleasure, she yanked up the drake's midriff. She stuffed her cock back inside Julian's hot slit, and her thigh's quivered against Julian's as she sank back to her cockvent in the dragon. She closed her eyes; the sensation was intense, but it was tolerable this time.

It took her a few more moments of stillness until she could manage to move again. Even the movement caused by their quick breathing forced her claws to scratch against the stonework. It was easier with each passing breath, and the electric shock of so much pleasure and so many new nerves was waning. It didn't seem to be for Julian, though, who was busy biting his lip and trying not to collapse in a shivering pile. Jess wasn't going to let him off easy. She pressed down, her soft breasts pushing against the dragon's soft, folded wings as her forepaw drew him in close.

He let out a small whine as he knew what was coming. Julian was almost sure he wouldn't make it; not with the intense pleasure that forced him to shudder every time his new slit flexed around his sister's huge cock, nor with the sharp, contrasting pain of his sister's teeth digging against his neck that barely kept him grounded. He knew he couldn't do anything to stop it. He wanted this more than any jewelry he'd ever coveted in his life. Each time Jess's ridged shaft shifted inside of his hot slit, Julian knew that he wouldn't take the king's ring over this, illicitly or legitimately.

Julian opened his eyes just wide enough to glance back at Jess. His mouth separated from his foreleg, and he gave a single slight nod.

Jess wasn't waiting for her brother's approval. She leaned down and her teeth tightened firmly against the other dragon's neck. Julian whimpered, his needs tinging the noise before she pulled her hips back. Her cock slid smoothly back in Julian's slit, her ridges tingling as they slid along the wet, velvety lips of the other dragon. She didn't pause this time, even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm them both.

Her hips pistoned in hard enough to cause Julian's claws to scratch along the tile floor. His gasping moan was cut off by another as her hips jerked back. She slammed hard into that slit, ignoring her quaking legs and the pleasure that jolted through her each time she buried herself in her brother. Julian's noises subsided into heavy, needy pants as his tongue lolled from his mouth. Short gasps from them both were the only vocalizations that interrupted the steady, wet slap of Jess's hips against Julian's hinds. Both of them could only tense against the pleasure as Julian fought to hold himself up against his sister's warm belly.

Jess couldn't hold back any longer. Julian's tight slit squeezed and clenched around her shaft with each thrust and the constant, overstimulating massage was mindblowing. With a shudder, she steadied her trembling knees and drove her hips flush with Julian's. She roared out as her cock flexed, and she felt heat blossom around her cock as it flexed in long spurts, deep inside of her brother.

Strands of glistening fluid connected her crotch to his. Pearls of fluid and thick droplets splashed onto the tile below them with each rough thrust of Jess's hips. Julian's legs quaked in time with his twitching vent, and his whole body burnt with exertion as he fought back against the overwhelming pleasure that flooded him. His muscles wanted to collapse, but the sensations filling him kept his aching form stiff underneath the weight of his trembling sister.

Heat poured down between his thighs. Strands of sticky seed strung between Jess's hips and his thighs, and the flow of seed from his overstuffed, overstimulated pussy seemed endless. As droplets of seed finally dripped along his ankles, he could still feel Jess's thick cock throbbing inside his slit. “Gods, oh gods above! Does it ever stop?" Jess gasped out above him.

Jess's question matched Julian's to the letter, though he was in no state to vocalize it. Jess felt her cock keep pumping inside of Julian's tight, twitching slit. He was so soft, so slick, so hot around her shaft, and her whole body flexed hard enough to quiver as her cock kept pumping seed into her brother's vent. Seed had begun to splash back over her hips, and she could tell that she'd filled her brother well past his capacity, but her body wasn't through with either of them.

Her cock flexed inside of the dragon, and thick cum ran in heavy rivulets down their legs. The fluid began to run between the pads of her hindpaw as she soaked the ancient stones of the dragoness's temple. However, the twitching and clenching of her brother's slit were calming, and without the constant stimulation from the dragon's muscular tunnel, her orgasm began to taper off. Her shaft continued to pump, but her production had slowed, and the cum stringing between their thighs began to drip off faster than it was replaced.

Soon, her shaft simply throbbed inside of Julian's slit. She could feel his panting deepening, and his body slackened. Jess caught herself as Julian collapsed onto his chest, his hips still held back against her thighs. She growled playfully, letting the noise cloak a moan that threatened to slip from her, while she pushed her hips forward, forcing Julian's belly to the ground. The motion made flashes of pleasure jolt through her as his stuffed, velvety slit shifted against her overstimulated cock.

Finally, they were both left panting with the ground taking the brunt of their weight. It took Jess several moments to recover as her chest rose and fell against Julian's back. His flanks pumped with his breath, and his pussy finally began to relax against her cock. They both shared in a slight gasp as the relaxation let more of Jess's seed drool from his vent. “I told you it was magic, Jules." Jess teased.

“Yeah, you called it. Oooh, my…Your cock, sis, so much cum…" Julian mumbled.

He was still caught up in the sensations of the afterglow to think properly. Jess, figured the transformation must have taken a bigger toll on him. She was more than happy to take a moment to catch her breath, too.

Her cock was softening. The electric jolts of post-orgasm pleasure had mellowed out and left her cock resting inside of Julian's warm slit. However, the sensation couldn't last, and she shifted her hips to the side, slipping down to lay beside her well-mated brother.

They both shared a gasp as her thick cock slipped free of his slit. More seed rushed out over his thigh as she freed his vent, leaving the sticky fluid to drool over his hind leg and pool underneath their hips. Julian let out a soft pant and pressed back against his sister's front. “I think it was a good artifact." He mumbled.

Jess's muzzle split into a grin. She shifted her tail, letting it creep over his hips as she tried to work the strange, new appendage while she spoke. “I suppose it didn't polymorph us into sheep."

“Yeah…This doesn't feel like a polymorph, though. I don't feel…Temporary, like I'm missing parts of this body." Julian rumbled.

Jess took a moment to reply, focusing on working her nimble tailtip along the crook of her brother's thigh. She reached over to pull his back closer against her front, treasuring the shiver that ran up his spine when her tail brushed along his well-bred pussy. She waited for him to conclude his clenched-jaw hiss before replying. “You're right, Jules. This doesn't feel like any spell I've ever used. I guess I've never tried to turn someone into a dragon, though."

“So you don't know how long it'll last?" Julian asked.

He took another sharp breath in as the tip of her tail teased into his soaked slit. She felt that warm tunnel clench, but not enough to dissuade the next few inches of her slickened, tapered tail. “I can't feel anything that would hint at it, Jules," Jess said.

She expected her voice to come out with some amount of hesitation, with some disappointment in her inability to instantly read whatever magic was affecting them. However, the statement came out happy, almost excited. Julian's forepaw dropped down to press Jess's worming tail against his crotch, his toes curling as he tried to keep her tip from worming deeper into his cum-soaked slit. “It just…It doesn't feel wrong, Jess. You're saying we could be like this, forever?" Julian asked.

Jess stayed quiet for a moment. Her tail stopped teasing at her brother's sex, and she closed her eyes and nuzzled into the back of Julian's neck.

Warm scales, wet with her saliva and scratched by her teeth, greeted her snout. Each of her breaths, now steady after the passion they'd shared, filled with the warm, earthy scent of her draconic brother. After a few moments, Julian turned his nimble neck and bumped her snout with her own. He was smiling.

“Good," Julian said.