IV

In a large plaza, in the middle of a city, in the capital of the Kingdom of Flowing rivers, in front of the king himself and several armed men and their mounts, ten dragons of all sizes and colours were staring at the lord of the nation. Though the plaza was situated near the city's centre and near the king's palace, not a single soul other than the dragons, a few dozen soldiers and the man himself was present. It was a rare occasion, to see dragons and men together like this and an even rarer one considering the nature of the somewhat secret meeting. All the nobles that usually populated the area had been warned not to come there and the commoners ordered to do so. There could have been a much easier time for the human side had the dragon party come in lesser numbers but the members of said group were the most prominent of their race, each strong and powerful as much as the king of the nation they had landed in. Still, despite the power of both sides, neither was planning on acting alone, given the circumstances.

“How did this all start?" The dragon at the forefront stood tall with his fourteen feet of height at the shoulder, an uncommonly large individual born of what could be considered noble blood as it was shown in his red scales and impeccably curved horns. The king, a man in his forties and still agile and strong as he had been twenty years prior to this day, thanks to magic and some not so commonly seen potions, was a dwarf compared to the dragon, at six feet four, but impressive nonetheless. “It was something about gryphons?"

“It was before that, several months ago in fact, close to a year by now: there was a report coming from a mage living near the border of the Kallands, several dozen miles away from the nearest entry to the area, who reportedly warned the local lords of an exceedingly large dragon with some… most uncommon perks and build, was going to go around their lands."

“Do we have any detail on the dragon himself?" The king nodded and pulled up a sketch from a pile of documents. “This one?" All the present dragons looked at the drawing and examined it with curiosity: smack in the middle of it was bronze male, the image itself exuding strength and power, with several notes near that did their best to put some dimensions on the creature.

“Yes, the mage told the lords he was around fourteen feet tall, much like yourself."

“How did this mage come in contact with this male? Was it to chase him out of some lord's land?" The nearest dragon next to the one speaking with the king, another male and slightly smaller than the white one, a pale yellow coloured young drake with red streaks here and there, spoke, eyeing the gryphons whose job, most of the time, was just that, chasing dragons away. The feathered creatures squawked and protested.

“He swore the dragon just came to deliver some… wood for his wands that he ordered come from the Kallands, therefore we can expect that this male hails from there or had somehow passed through those lands and got in contact with the inhabitants." Mentioning the Kallands meant that the variables multiplied a hundredfold: that place was more of a chaotic hellhole than the actual hell. “The dragon left the crates of wood and left northbound."

“What next?"

“There was a sighting of a group of dragons, three, from one of the forts to the north months later, which didn't appear after passing through the mountains." The king had ordered the soldiers to warn any lord or officer to register any and all scaled beasts passing through his lands, even if just to move to somewhere else, which was why he knew so much. “Then one more lone dragon five months ago and, only last month, there was the accident in which some of our… eager squads encountered one of yours." Eager in this instance meant that if things got heated there would have been a fight. “Out of a truce, they all landed into a valley that we have been avoiding as there is no real way to enter save to dig through the mountain or climb to the top. After that my men reported… something rather peculiar." Another drawing was put forward, similar to the previous one save for a… giant pole sticking from the underside of the male: if the proportions were correct, the male's member was around twenty feet long, just as he was and extremely thick. “This is the image of the dragon they met."

“King Nira, is this a joke? I mean, we dragons are indeed rather endowed but this is ludicrous!"

“Not a joke I'm afraid, all of my men saw his… member." There was a hushed conversation between the four males of the group, each commenting on how they were clearly joking. “Still, the appearance of such a creature right where the three dragons disappeared and in the direction that the mage pointed at, it's not a chance."

“Indeed, it's likely the same male." The white one snorted angrily. “My sister she… headed in this corner of the continent to set up her nest last month, we had agreed that she'd send one of her mates back to me after a week or two but not one came." The dragon was quite displeased. “Your men reported of a white female with a following of four males, correct?" The king nodded. “Then she's there with him."

“It's possible. What is your wish?"

“To go there and take her back from whatever she's doing there." The king didn't mention the reports of the weird behaviour of their hens and the dragons after the meeting with the creature, for not at least. “In the name of my family I will rescue my sister or die trying!"

All of the dragons in the plaza roared together with their leader as the humans frowned and prepared themselves for a risky operation against a dragon of exceptional size and unknown abilities and strength. If the riders had indeed been accurate, there would be quite the mess but since this male hadn't moved in years out of the valley between the mountains, there was a chance for negotiation. The dragon in question on the other hand, had no idea that a party was coming for him and his peaceful life.

After the new change, Hal couldn't fit anymore in the cave and ended up permanently sleeping outside, even under the rain and the cold winds but being dragon and being who he was, there hadn't been a single issue save for the decrease in musk in the cave itself as the lack of presence on his part gave the air a chance to flow with clean oxygen. Still, it remained dense with his waste and seed regardless of how much wind was crammed inside the narrow passage. Hela also slept outside, keeping him company as per usual but hogging most of his attention since she had the size to do so now. The two behemoths were massive even when sleeping curled up together, a small mountain of flesh and scale that their children loved to climb and use as ledge to fly off of. Next to them, Drak could be seen among their bodies, cradling in their heat when he weren't in the cave tending to their children and keeping them warm in a messy pile of young males and females. Nala was in a much different situation however: still extremely turned on by the changes his body had gone through, Hal had tried to claim her vent once more, but the sheer size of his cock and her already full belly had complicated things a bit. Luckily for the green broodmother, she was due to lay the eggs soon, mere hours later in fact.

With close to three dozen giant orbs inside her, she spent the good half of one day and a night to push one after the other out her ruined vent. The diameter of the eggs wasn't much compared to the girth of her mate but with him having buried that very shaft up her tailhole, feeling her guts quiver and contract with pleasing movement along fifteen feet of his shaft, she had some trouble pushing them all out. She didn't stop laying, not even a small break whenever her body seemed to stop the contractions, each egg was a massive surge of pleasure, and when Hal had begun fucking her through it, she could hardly keep track of what was going on. His far more massive shaft filled and stretched her beyond anything dragonly possible, her tailhole stuffed with cock and spunk over and over: it was a cycle of coming, being filled up by spunk, pushing one egg out, coming again, another egg, another filling, puking some seed out once the pressure in her bowels and stomach was too strong, unable to leak from the girthy seal of her mate's cock, and once again, pushing an egg. She went on and on and on for so long that when she came to, Hal was cradling her massive clutch, cleaning the eggs with his tongue until they shone with saliva, the impossibly large hoard of new lives making his heart pump with pride, as well as her own, the joy of a motherhood like nothing the world had ever seen was her achievement, she was the one that laid them. As her vent ached to be filled once again already, her folds quivering with the need to drink more and more seed, to be pregnant, she begged her mate to come and knock her up for one last time, but he refused adamantly: she had already laid five dozen eggs for him and in that very moment, when she woke up and presented her vent to him, her folds stretched forever and moulded to his cock's shape so much she knew no other male would feel as comfortable as him, her children hatched.

It was a massive day for celebration as dozen upon dozen of young hatchlings broke through the shell and cried in happiness for their new found life outside their eggs. They weren't all similar, but in the mass of screaming and wailing hungry bodies, it was hard to figure out who was who, whether one was male or female or what they said or wanted. Hela shivered in happiness as all those hungry mouths rushed to feed off of her, one after the other in an endless cycle of milking and draining. Her heavy teats, swollen beyond measure, amped production just to keep up with the demand, each spraying enough milk to allow the mass to feed simply by licking her scales. But, much to the newborns' happiness, Nala wasn't far behind. Suddenly, as she saw her babies lap at her sister's teats, drinking happily, something inside her clicked, be it rage, envy or just her motherly hormones, but her body swelled, packing layer upon layer of fat and soft scales, feeding off Hal's seed and so did her own mammaries. She swelled in eight points along her belly, each growing and growing, leaking a tiny amount of milk that spread a sweet scent unlike any other before and drew so many of her young to her. Nala grinned and mewled happily as the tugs and pulls and kneading of her small army made her grow even more and her teats came to life, even more massive than her sister's, if put to scale. She was still at her old size, but the heavy mounds, capped with fat nubs, were huge on her frame, eight sloshing behemoths of sweet and creamy produce. Tired and heavier than ever before, she laid on her side, legs spread and fell asleep but her body didn't ever stop making milk, feeding a hungry army all by herself throughout the days that went by. Hal came several times, shoving his grown cock inside her maw to provide for her own nutrition, again and again, making sure she was full of spunk and well fed for as he got to know his new sons and daughters. The life around the cave was even more of a mess now, with so many critters going everywhere, bothering their parents and their elder brothers and sisters alike. Hela helped with the feeding but it was clear the green mother didn't want any of that, claiming that her brood was hers to feed and receding deeper inside the cave to make her private nest where she could lay, sleep and feed her babies day in and out. There was an attempt to make her gravid again, but after a day or two of tries, some worry and much talking, the decision to make her rest for a few months was reached. She didn't want to of course: Nala was hooked on the feeling of birth, the joy of seeing the process of tiny lives growing inside her, hardening under her scales, stretching her inside and outside, her womb and her vent, then looking at them hatch and drink from her breasts, squealing happily. There was little more that could be better than that, maybe only the feeling of Hal's sperm latching onto her eggs, bloating her to the point of near immobility as she worked to make all those gallons into babies, maybe only that was better for her, that, or the feeling of fifty young ones biting her nipples to feed themselves. She begged and begged but the bronze dragon ordered her to rest, though that didn't mean he wouldn't fuck her: her maw and tailhole were hard at work even when she was feeding her army, always full, always wet and dripping spunk one way or another, the perfect occasion to show himself to his spawn.

, On the other hand to this day, Hela was still keeping her eggs inside and Hal did the same for the ones in his gut, but the two that had rested in his sack long since been shot out and hatched. Tiamat cracked the egg first and had grown quite a bit, reaching a good thirteen feet and had gained much more in muscle and cock while Natak hadn't been so lucky, at least in terms of height. The poor blue male who had been so violently violated when stuck inside Hal's cock had indeed gained several feet in his sheath and his sack had indeed swollen to larger sizes but he had also gained a much more feminine trait right above that sack. Barely a few hours after their second hatching, Tiamat had claimed the reformed male, now herm, for himself and Natak hadn't had the will to resist the slightly taller dragon. After a month of submission the previously proud dragon and head of Gyllian's mates was more of a helpless hatchling, even more so than Hal's children. He wasn't able to say no to anyone and his vent and cock were teased constantly, making them swell and grow, as they played and shoved themselves inside his very own egg chamber, turning a once proud male into a submissive little toy for the brood. Drak instantly bonded with him and the two came to an agreement, sleeping together with the newly grown male from time to time, the pure males sharing his vent, mouth and tailhole alike, switching every now and then of course. The dragoness who had once held these two males in check was still snuggled in her egg inside Hela's chamber, washed over and over in seed every day, and through the membrane, she had absorbed a great deal of nutrients just like her soon to be siblings beside her.

Much like two frustrated adults, the horde of children hadn't gained much in terms of growth, probably only adding a foot or two for the smallest ones and a mere few inches for the older of the dragon's army, thanks to his seed, but the hens that their father had given them as present were a much needed and coveted asset to the family. The previously well kept feathers and fur were permanently stained with seed from all the six males as well as their father's or anyone with a cock, not that using them as cum rags wasn't Hela's favourite prank. Jul, as the only one that had conquered himself a female had some fun with the new additions as well, while the white dragoness was busy recovering from her first clutch with the growing male and the near constant breeding he put her under. The hens provided a lot of attention to males and females alike, cleaning and grooming them like nannies when not being covered in seed or any kind of fluids by them. Among all however, it was exactly the female side of the family that was getting the short end of the stick as four females, young and eager, failed to hog any good male for themselves, though one or two had gotten advantage of Natak and Tiamat with one getting pregnant just the last week, though the father was unsure. That event called for a rather wild celebration and all the adults congratulated the young lady for the accomplishment and even to Anais for the four eggs she laid. In the same fashion as the green dragoness had been over the course of the past year, the white one was immediately impregnated by her eager mate within hours of her first lay, growing heavy with more eggs, many, many more than the earlier clutch as Jul bred her for hours, taking breaks only to eat and drink or, imitating his father, making her stink of him even more with frequent baths in his plentiful seed. The two had claimed a decent size of the northern portion of the valley for themselves, and Jul took a week to mark every tree and rock of his land carefully so that no one could even dare to think that they could trespass. Except Hal of course.

Aside from those events, which took the majority of the attention and were spread throughout the past month and a half, things had been as quiet as ever, or as they could get at least until the day in which the king met with the dragons to plot the 'rescue' of the poor dragoness Gyllian and her mates. That day, today, Hal and Hela had woken up snuggled together just as any other morning and started with a slow and gentle kiss before the rest of the family and relative additions joined them for any activity they could think of.

“Morning…" Hal stretched and groaned softly, grinding his sheath against Hela and letting her feel the presence of the hidden member from behind.

“Hello dear, did you sleep well?"

“I guess… I felt some movement in my stomach before and I woke up just for a minute or two. It has been happening often lately." She nodded with a knowing expression. “Is it time to let our passengers out?"

“Nooo…" The large dragoness pouted and ground her back and haunches against Hal's massive belly, tail slamming on the grass. “I want to keep my babies in some more." The male laughed at the childish behaviour and kissed her again. “They feel so good."

“Yes, they do provide a nice feeling when I'm inside but wouldn't it be better to pop them out one by one as I fuck you and then put in a dozen more?" Hal's tone lowered ever so slightly as his ideas were voiced and took hold of Hela's mind with a vicious grip. “Imagine: you, squatting on the grass, eggs coming out one and me in your tailhole or in your mouth, filling you up and then…" Hela purred and pressed her body against his more, tail moved out of the way as five feet of cock were pushed in her tailhole. “And then I'd mount you immediately after, filling you up with another clutch like your sister. Maybe this time we can put… two dozen eggs? You could handle that much if Nala was able to do that with her small body."

“What if I don't make any eggs though?"

“Then we'll have to try a few times to be sure." Even though she wasn't happy to lose the weight and feeling that she had grown attached to, she'd be then free to make more and experience the miracle of laying more eggs after so long.

“It does sound lovely but…" She paused and felt ten more feet slide in with ease and give her a nice morning stretch, moving her own tail to prod at the equally stretchy tailhole Hal had under his tail, teasing the soft flesh. “You need to lay yours." He growled. “The kids told me that they look ready to be pushed out as well."

“But who's going to be first? Me or you?"

“Both." Hal let out a surprised purr urging the female to speak more as he slowly thrust his hips and massaged the bulge in her stomach and released the contents of his bladder. “You'll fuck me… while I lay them from my vent and lay yours… from your tailhole… All of us win and the kids get a show. The newborns will also get to see how they were laid, it's going to be an educative experience."

“Don't they get one or two every day? It's not that good for them you know? We'll run out of stuff to do to them and to us that way…"

“Oh, I'm sure this body of yours will find a way to surprise us over and over. It did it the first time we met, then the weeks after and last month too. We've got decades to go and our children are still growing, plus after we found out that the little blue slut got an extra hole to fill and fuck, who knows what else can happen?" She murred and kissed him again. “Maybe your other grandchildren will all have something extra between their legs." He'd love to see something like that. “Speaking of sluts with more bits than they deserve…" Hela pointed her head towards her left and made Hal notice a waddling creature coming their way: Natak, in all of his twelve feet of height, grunted and complained to himself, his gut sticking far more than normal and touching the ground below. “Morning…" The answer was a somewhat jumbled grunt.

“Hal, you need to stop your children from crawling up my vent at night! I woke up half an hour ago and I saw a tail slithering inside!" The male puffed his cheeks. “You know it's for Tiamat only to fill!"

“Oh, shut up you little slut." Natak could have protested but that word had no meaning in this valley: if they went by the definition, then even the children were sluts, more so than anyone in history. Hela rolled her eyes and craned her neck to look at the folds of the herm, licking the copious sticky drops from the area around his vent. “You came a few times just from walking around so I suggest you shut up and either push my child out or give them a good time." Natak pouted and slumped on his side, silently patting his belly and the child inside, though not his, it was a good substitute for the ones he'd have one day.

“Sorry." Natak looked up and received a lick from Hela right on his snout.

“It's ok, I'll remind them to ask Tiamat permission. By the way, where is he?"

“Hunting for breakfast I guess… he wasn't there when I woke up, which may be the reason one of yours decided to make me a surprise." From his belly, right in that moment, a paw and a tail poked from the stretched scales. “Sounds like it." The blue dragon shivered and curled up a bit more. “The others?"

“Asleep in the cave." Though they were probably enjoying themselves as per usual. Hal scratched his chin and bit by bit felt his cock retreat within the sheath. With the new size, as fun as it was to have around, it was just too much an inconvenience these days and thus he had chosen to learn how to properly keep it inside. The result was that it soaked into the pool of pre in the sheath and glistened even more when freed and fully engorged. “I'm going to get myself something to drink." Hela grunted and felt her tailhole close as the tower of flesh was removed and got up, giving the bouncing sheath a lick and a kiss right at the tip.

“I'm coming for sure." She proclaimed and rubbed her flank on Hal's, Natak pondering whether to come or not and in the end following the two, waddling behind them with his nethers quivering with unspent need and his own five foot cock stuck between his gut and the ground, wetting the grass with pre.

The sky was clear and it seemed today wouldn't rain either from the looks of it but the snow on the mountains always provided the much needed water for those that didn't feel like drinking from Hal or couldn't, like the animals of the valley. As the three dragons drank and washed their mouths from various fluids, they all heard a clear screech coming from the sky and looked up together: a flock of gryphon hens was gliding towards their general direction, riders in light but shining armour on their backs and followed by a large group of angry looking dragons right behind. Masked by the trees, the approaching party had not yet seen the three of them but soon enough, as they got closer and as Hal walked out to a more spacious area, they all feasted upon the monster that he was. The dragons were still rather far but already they could feel the presence of the male and his gaze lock onto them, making them shiver just enough to prepare them mentally for later. The hens screeched harder and steeled themselves as well but it mattered little when they landed and found themselves facing the behemoth. The reports were clearly wrong: this wasn't a fifteen foot tall male, he was at least more than twenty! The 'member' that had been drawn with much of the artist's confusion was not there but the sheath clearly highlighted that he could put any male to shame several times over.

“Who's this honey?" The arrival of the black dragoness, though smaller than the bronze one, still managed to greatly shake their minds and make any plan they had made rather useless on the spot. She was enormous and the proud red dragon was just as small as normal males were to him compared to her and, judging by the slight paunch she had, there was the chance she was pregnant with the monster's eggs. “Visitors?"

“We are…" The king dismounted and chose the more sensible option that he had available now: bow. “We are the king of the kingdom of Flowing Rivers, my name is Nira and these are my subjects." Each rider was a noble but each still bowed to the giant.

“And the rest?" Hal looked over the group: it was almost a copy of last time they had outsider come, with the only change that these dragons were clearly the cream of the crop and very, very male, with only a couple of females behind and that the humans actually bothered to talk to him. The red dragon puffed his chest and walked forward.

“I am Narsis, son of Nim of the Northern lands, and I come to get my sister back!" Pretty much everyone cringed inside at his words, bracing for the retaliation of the giant. Nothing came however.

“And who might that be?" That was unexpected. Hal looked with confusion at the small male and cocked his head. “I don't remember imprisoning or forcing anyone to stay here."

“Then where is she?"

“Again… who is your sister? What's her name?" Nersis looked pissed but still answered.

“Gyllian, she's red like me." Hela murred and looked at Hal with a weird expression. “So you do have her!" Unfortunately Nersis saw that and immediately rushed to stand right under Hal's head. “Give her back to me!" The group behind was frozen and didn't move at all, too scared to make a step. They had weapons and they could fight just fine, but if the damn idiot was going to get himself killed on the spot so be it. “Now!"

“Nersis? Is that you?" To save the situation and break the fear that oppressed everyone, Natak came to the rescue, waddling over just as before but with a gleeful expression on his muzzle. The dragon in question didn't even feel his jaw drop at the sight of the seemingly overweight male. “How long has it been?" The blue dragon, weirdly cheerful among the flabbergasted crowd looked around with an increasingly confused expression. “What's… what's happening here?"

“What happened to you?" Nersis shouted all of a sudden, scaring a few humans and relative hens quite a bit. “You're… big?" Words failed him very hard in that moment. Natak blushed and looked away.

“It's a long story. What about you? Why are you here?"

“My sister."

“Ah." Natak paled and turned his head towards Hel and Hela. “Ehm, you going to tell him or…?" Hearing Natak's words and his worried expression made the already nervous and overly-excited Narsis get even more nervous: the red male rushed to his old friend who was just twenty feet from Hela and not so gently slammed his body into his. Natak growled and the occupant in his chamber did the same. “Fuck… that hurt!"

“S-sorry."

“Not talking to you, idiot!" The poor Nersis was getting all the more confused as time passed, each second a big steaming mess dumped on his face.

Natak growled loudly, feeling the young one squirm harder inside him, the occasional foot or head pressing against the stretched skin. The onlookers had faces full or horror, even the rather expressionless gryphons below their riders as the dragon rose on his feet, struggling a little and lifted his tail in the air. Those who saw what lied beneath had their jaws drop in shock: under the tail, right between his cheeks, there was a slit that winked and glistened with fluids, completely out of place on the otherwise male figure, especially one as virile looking as his, gut put aside. Natak trembled and then let out a hiss of pleasure as one paw peeked out from his vent and grabbed on his folds to get traction, followed by another. Contractions wracked his body and the massive belly sloshed from side to side as a young dragon was slowly pushed out, head following soon after his paws. A couple of minutes went by and then the little one, little by a Hal's standards, shook the remains of the fluids from Natak's chamber and winked a smile to his parents. Hela moved over and licked him clean, paying extra attention to the soft package and the sizeable erection the kid sported. From the mouth of the noble king a soft 'what in the actual fuck' could be heard throughout the clearing and everyone had to agree with him. Cleaned and ready to go, the child kissed his mother and dashed into the woods, leaving a tired Natak who had just now finished wetting the grass in his seed.

“Damn, you need to practice some more Natak, that was sloppy at best." Hela and Hal chuckled at the not so great performance of the small male.

“Well sorry if I'm not used to shoving your kids up my vent!"

“Kids? Th-that was…?"

“My kid? Yes." Hal nodded. The whole group was even more shocked: from the looks of it, the 'kid' was already seven or eight feet tall and well built even for an adult, but to call that a kid? It was way too much. “He's barely five months old. Such a cutie." That was even less believable, but, considering just how big the father was then… just maybe then it was possible. “Happy to be free from all that weight Natak?" The blue male nodded.

“Wait… wait… this… what do you mean 'used to'?? Is this like… normal?" Again, Nersis was at a complete loss. Hal didn't even bother to answer him and eventually the red one gave up completely, returning to the matter that brought him here in the first place. “Ok, fine…. I'll forget everything that has happened here, the fact that an old friend suddenly is a… female… half a female as long as I, gods, I just want my sister back."

“Well, she is indeed here but there's a little catch to it." Hela returned to Hal's side and pondered on how to put her words in the best way. “Let's say that there was some… experimenting involved and that she's not readily available." Natak's head perked up and glared at the black female. “She's fine, really, it's just a bit complicated to explain."

“Try me." After seeing his friend give birth to a live young dragon, he doubted things could get any weirder. She looked at Hal and then at Natak for some advice, both shrugged, at this point they didn't care anymore and would just enjoy themselves.

“Much like Natak went through a… rebirth, let's call it that way, your sister Gyllian is currently underway on hers."

“Underway? What does that mean?" Hela was getting increasingly annoyed by the lack of nice words to use to make the impact less hard for the smaller male and after a couple more minutes she huffed and went for the direct method, turning around and presenting her own vent, spread open impossibly wide by her tail.

“I mean I shoved up my vent a long while ago and she turned into an egg." The vent, black outside and delightfully pink inside was large enough to accommodate a grown dragon, which did make sense with what had been said before even though that itself didn't make sense at all. Deep inside that passage the dragon could see the vague shapes of a bunch of eggs jostling around. “She's safe and alive, though I may need to lay her soon enough. I am not really feeling like it, she feels heavenly inside my womb, so big and heavy..." Hela groaned, her weight shifting around, breasts wobbling with enough force behind their immense weight to be akin to wrecking balls full of delicious milk, gushes spilling on the wet grass under her. Hal was tempted to latch onto her nubs and suck the life out of her right then and there, maybe shove his cock in between those mounds, have her coat his member in milk only to be covered by his milk afterwards… such a perfect idea…

“Then lay her! Fuck!" Nersis was frustrated by these dragons beyond reason. In that moment, the king, confused and somewhat scared himself, walked in front of the huffing red dragon and stood between him and the two giants, feeling even smaller than normal.

“Alright I don't understand a thing of what is happening and I don't know what will happen a minute from now so, before things get even… weirder, I'd like to know your names and get some semblance of civil discussion down, if that's alright." Despite everything, the king still tried to act as a king and put himself on the line to make things easier for his subjects and the other dragons. Hal leaned in and took a whiff of the man's scent, scaring even more the normally bold and fearless leader of an entire nation and then simply sat down on his side.

“Alright." He nodded and welcomed Hela in his embrace, letting her purr happily under him. “We can talk for a while but if this one really does want his sister back, my mate will need to lay her and the other eggs or he'll have to crawl inside and take it, provided he can figure out which egg is the right one." Hela chuckled at the kinky idea of searching for the proverbial needle within her. The rest of the group, though still confused and weirded out to their limits, felt grateful for the king's actions and settled down themselves. “What do you want from me and my family?"

“We came here as the representative of our nation to make sure that you, a great dragon and clearly mightiest among your kin, will not attack my people or cause them any harm in any way, directly or indirectly so that we'll not be forced to take action and you may live in peace." King Nira really, really hoped he had said the words in the right way.

“Ok, I don't have anything against that. It's not like anything out there can interest me, everything I need is here with me." Hal nuzzled his mate and she replied with a profusion of purrs and a few licks here and there, not so secretly wigging her rump against his sheath once more. “As long as you do the same on your end."

“That is a matter of course, sir….?"

“Where are my manners? I'm Hal and this is Hela, Natak is already known to some I presume." Everyone burned the names into their minds. “But the others are probably into my old cave so you may see them if you stick around long enough."

“Oh, well, we'll see." If he had to be honest, Nira wouldn't have liked to stay more than absolutely necessary. “A few more questions, if lord Hal permits." He nodded. “You hail from the Kallands, is that correct?"

“Correct, but it's been a long while since I left that place after… well after I became this." A paw larger than some of the dragons' heads waved in the air around him, as if to indicate his entire being in that one motion.

“Became?"

“Truth be told I was born human but the Kallands have a funny way to mess with people and everything else for that matter. I quite literally woke up one day and there I was, a dragon. It's funny when I try to remember the first day." And once more, the group was shocked to the core: the Kallands were indeed a weird place where physics and the laws of magic mattered little but a human turning into a dragon? That was indeed a first and the result was something that even by dragon standards was way too much.

“I take you had a hard time adjusting."

“You don't know the half of it: first thing my town did, other than touching and jerking me off was to send me packing out because I was 'too big and weird' even for them." And there he went again with the mind blowing stuff. “I forgot the poor bastards long ago but maybe I'll go and pay them a visit one day."

“First we need to deal with the eggs dear." Hela chimed in and reminded him of the little detail.

“Can you… ehm, tell us how that happened? Nersis's sister turning into an…egg?" One of the dragons that had been silent, the yellow one on the left and dear friend of the desolate Nersis, spoke from his spot and tried to milk out some information from the two.

“Hard to say, as soon as someone enters one of our bodies, funny things happen to them." Hela leaned in on Hal's flank. “Take me, I was just seven feet tall when I met him and one thing led to the other and I ended up like this." Was there a chance that they'd stop feeling shocked? Probably not when the Kallands were involved in any way. “But then again, I couldn't deal with him had I not changed." She pressed her rump even closer and stroked his sheath with her tail to coax him into erection just to show them her toy. “He's a bit bigger than most boys, you know."

“We… figured." The yellow one glanced at the engorging sheath, not like Hal was trying to hide anything. “How many of you are here?"

“There's me, Hela, my other mates Nala and Drak, ehm, my ehhh… seventy or so children, the… five hens that were abandoned last time, then, let's see, Natak and Tiamat, two more dragons in my gut along with another two hens, my son's mate… That should be all." It was quite a lot to digest and nobody even wanted to know what the 'in my gut' meant and weren't inclined on asking right now.

“Sounds like a big family." A severe understatement. Possibly in many ways. “Must be hard to feed them all."

“We have our own methods." The way Hela spoke didn't help in making the crowd take off their eyes from the overflowing breasts placed under her belly, heavy, sloshing, dripping milk. There was no doubt that those were how they fed so many children but even then, with so many… it was hardly believable. “Speaking of that, shouldn't we go and feed the children?"

“I left something with Drak." If on the surface it did sound normal, what hadn't been said was that he had fucked the red dragon for a few hours and filled him quite a bit even for his standards and now he laid on the floor of the cave like a balloon from which his children could milk what they needed, if they didn't feel like asking each other to provide. And of course there was Nala and her endless factories of fresh milk.

“I'm sorry to bother you again, lord Hal, but… you did mention five hens and I was wondering if you wanted to give them back to my men. Raising them did take a lot of care and work and their nest mates are quite sad for the loss." The king pointed at the weirded out gryphons behind him, also hens and indeed missing their kin. Hal thought for a moment and thrust forward, burying a few feet of cock into Hela after her teasing had made him slightly interested into giving these people a good show.

“I don't know, they took a liking to my children after I assigned them as their nannies." The hens present at the moment felt insulted just to hear the fate of their sisters but the air of danger that the seemingly calm monster was oozing did work just fine to keep them in check. “You could ask them but you'd have to get through an army of very attached young dragons." The mere idea made the group shiver in fear and the matter was dropped instantly.

“Then I'll leave them in your care, I'm sure they are doing just fine." Nira wasn't sure of that at all but little could be made to persuade him or his sons, and he wasn't even sure that anything resembling an agreement could be reached without him being assaulted by dozens of gigantic hatchlings.

“Enough talking, I want my sister back!" After those few minutes of calm Nersis couldn't last anymore and broke what had essentially become the closest thing to a normal conversation between the two parties and demanded his sister. Or what had become of her. “Now, if you please."

“Better." The last addition made Hela rather pleased and since Hal was having fun with her in front of a whole bunch of new people, she felt like giving the annoying drake what he wanted, though her mate seemed to have other plans.

“But I just got in the mood…" He cooed and pushed another five or so feet inside her, forcing the slight bulge of her stomach to grow more prominent and let everyone see it. “One last time won't hurt right?"

“Hal, please, we should do as we agreed." She licked his neck and quivered as her fluids splashed loudly against his sack and bathed it in them. The overwhelming stench that had permeated the clearing got even stronger and made several noses itch and stomachs churn. Hal grunted and thrust forward again, the bulge ballooning far enough to make the new arrivals fear for her life. “Dear…“ Again, Hal grunted and humped a few times and then huffed.

“Fine…" With a loud squelch, he slowly pulled his cock out, having to back a few steps to free it fully and soon all the thirty feet that he had swung beneath him, hanging low as they lost support at the front. Hal sat down and straddled himself on top of the pillar and licked it clean of the fluids from Hela's passage. “As you wish." The group wished they had left as soon as Nersis started complaining now. The musky stench wafted from his cock burned sinuses and made cocks hard regardless of race or sexual inclinations, affecting the females as well with its sheer heat and virility. The report wasn't wrong but it didn't give him any justice at all.

“By the gods…" The dragonesses felt their loins burn with heat more than during their season and sniffed the air with need and lust. The males weren't in a better position, feeling shame, desire, greed and inferiority before Hal in any way. “He's magnificent."

The female that voiced what was on her mind stepped forward and sneaked in a lick on the tip of the mammoth cock: much like the hens before her, the taste made her senses fritz and behind her, her vent visibly quaked and covered the grass in her pleasure. The other dragons sniffed the air incessantly, their own erection swinging under their bellies in all of their glory and dripping pre in insane amounts for them. As the female slathering the giant cock, longer than any of them, the scent got stronger and stronger and no will could resists it: moments later, all of the dragon party save for Nersis who stood by the side with a confused boner, was humping or licking the slab of meat. Nostrils flared, cocks twitched and those who couldn't take much of the overwhelming taste caked the throbbing spire in seed. Some ventured further and moved around, one burying his face among the large pads under Hal's feet and licking, finding the musk just as strong and straddling his haunches between two toes and humped. Another was doing much the same but around Hal's sack, snout inhaling the scent of his factories and sweat, rubbing the two feet of cock he had available. The bronze dragon purred and got a little bit excited, allowing more access to those who wanted it.

“I think we should all… step back." Nira was trying to deal with the incessant boner in his pants and so were the riders.

“Give up king." Natak chimed in to help them. “His scent is only going to get worse as he really gets going so I suggest you undress and put your clothes somewhere safe and hope they don't get wet. Then you can do whatever, fuck some hens, jack off… even if you don't want to, you will, trust me." From his quieter side Natak watched as a small horde of dragons crowded around Hal's cock and serviced it with tongues and paws, he himself quietly sucking his own member and stuffing his tail down his vent to sate the need. All of the humans looked at him and shivered. “Look, it's weird I know but you get used to it and this is still normal. The kid that I spat out? Normal." At this point, though aroused and with clouded minds, they knew it was true. “Maybe I should call Tiamat and ask him to finally make me pregnant… he certainly has been trying hard." Getting up and trotting with his hard-on, Natak raised his tail and released his second bladder and then, lifting his leg, the first one, both streams splashing loudly on the grass. “Good luck." Shaking his hips, the blue dragon left into the forest.

“Sir? What should we do?" One of the riders asked with a worried expression.

“I guess we follow the advice. Get undressed and save your clothes for later." The battle-hardened men and the one woman blushed lightly but complied with the orders. “And I do not need to say that this remains a secret." Unanimous nods.

“If anyone wants to watch we'll begin right now."

Hal made his presence known in case anyone had forgotten the behemoth of scale and muscle behind them and turned the attention back to himself and Hela, not to mention the flock of dragons busy worshipping him, so to speak. The humans were buck naked and horny as they could get from his musk and so were the hens who had been complaining about the saddles on their backs and had just now gotten their freedom. Without even minding their riders' opinions, they jumped on each, either aiming for their crotches and licking them or presenting wet folds to the humans to use. Some shrugged and in the fog of sex that hadn't even began for real, they mounted their hens in a way that would make anyone alive frown. Already the screeches of gryphons being mated echoed in the air and human grunts joined soon enough. The scene riled up the two larger dragons and Hal's cock picked up in production, the pre oozing out in tubs rather than mere buckets and showering what could essentially be called the new servants of the family. Of the ten dragons, as Nersis had finally given in, a few shared his cock and cleaned it for the next use from the fluids of his mate and their own seemingly incessant though pitiful production, two roamed around his paws and cleaned them as well while one lone male had gone far enough as to spread Hal's tailhole and plunge inside to take the strongest whiffs of musk that he could think of, his tongue lolling out as did half of his body, from the middle of his torso and beyond, hanging from the stretched ring. Hal shrugged and sucked him inside and made sure the poor male would get some fun alone, massaging his cock with the inner muscles he gained after years of practice. He'd have to be pushed out soon enough though…

As ready as she could get, Hela bent and presented her tailhole for him to fill. With practiced movements, Hal grunted and pushed foot after foot inside, bottoming out in one go, stretching her just fine, her ring paper-thin around his girth. The first orgasm rocketed through her body and set the eggs in motion: inside her chamber they fought for the first one to come out, hitting each other under the spasming muscles of their mother and the pressure from above. Her entrance spread open and with a push, the first one entered her vent and began the journey down.

Hal felt the hard shell under his cock and started thrusting harder than usual, making her squeal and grounding her head into the soft soil for support as all of his weight and power slammed against her again and again. His sack was like a wrecking ball, hitting the underside of her vent and triggering more pleasure for her, while the flock was just as busy licking the free inches of meat or his sack when they had the chance. As the first egg got to see the light, Hela roared and pushed it out, sending it on the ground and rolling onto a dazed female. Seeing the large egg, the one that had just now been his moved it aside and began cleaning it with her tongue, collecting the essence from her depths. The second egg was underway and at that time, Hal roared himself and came, sack lurching upwards and filling her up for real. The stream of seed shot through her, pooling in her stomach and then out of her nostrils and mouth until she closed it and let it roll on her tongue, forcing it back in. She didn't stop pushing and soon the second egg was out and into the care of another dragoness, eight or so more to go. The male on top of her didn't care, his sack barely emptied of even a fraction of his ability, hanging low enough to scrape the ground despite the fact that its contents were being poured out constantly, each sphere so large he had to push it behind his hindlegs and let it rest on the grass. It had been so long since he'd reached this point and he would make sure to get them back to acceptable standards.

Standing a little bit beside the group of dragons were the humans and their hens, who by now had been covered in what little they could muster in terms of seed, on beaks and folds and thanks to Hal's magic, they hadn't run out of essence to give just yet. From the distance, another flock of dragons came rushing down and cheered at the sight and sounds of the orgy going on under the sun. All of Hal's sons and daughters, only the older clutch that was already sexually developed, ran to meet the newcomer and with their hens in tow, each soaked in seed or piss and still yearning for more. The mess that was the horde of the giant shocked the humans once again but even more so the hens who smelled their sisters and all the stuff on them from a hundred metres away even through the thick cloud of lust in the air. The five that had survived were beyond repair and would likely never recover but it mattered little for them at this point. The children took notice of the many males among the dragons and the new hens, dividing in two groups as the females raced for the nearest dragon who could give them a good filling and the males bartered with the humans for a go at the new toys. Somehow the already messy ground became even more messy.

Hela pushed out the fourth and fifth eggs almost at the same time and slumped on the ground, begging for air, mouth leaking seed constantly. Hal never gave the signs of stopping and kept going, unloading and pounding even as his own eggs moved in his gut and pushed the new invader out: his were red in colour and bigger than Hela's, as they had more space to stay into, creating small craters as they landed one after the other, moved aside by the few dragons not engaged in sex with the children. With a long series of orgasmic pushes, Hela laid all the remaining eggs one after the other in less than five minutes and flopped exhausted on the floor, her massive breasts squished under her belly, flooding the ground with an ever growing amount of fresh milk that bathed the occasional dragon or hen or human. Hal took the chance and pulled out and then into her vent, gasping at the new texture and feeling that laying had granted her, flooding the now empty chamber with spunk in seconds, only to fall on the ground himself, still deeply rooted inside her . His eggs rolled to the back after a slide on his sack and got tended to by the hens as if they had been their own. Still Hal wasn't satisfied but Hela looked too tired to take him again and she did feel more full than normal, but his nuts were still the size of a small house, how to fix that? Despite the desire to fill something, Hal sighed and brought himself to orgasm, after having pulled out and rolled to the side, with the help of Hela's tail and grunted. It was an impossibly rare occasion, seeing the giant freely coming without end: his slit was gaping wide to accept the hundreds, no, thousands of gallons per second that had been packed deep within his sack, the steel hard flesh bulged at almost twice its girth. For a few hundred feet in front and disregarding anyone that had put themselves in front were hit with whiteness and lots of it, a few trees were knocked down rather easily and still Hal continued. It wasn't as nice as filling up Hela or Drak, but the relief on his sack was certainly pleasurable and maybe he'd take a habit to do this every now and then. The thousands of gallons turned into tens of thousands and still he went on and on, groaning and letting his cock swing free under the torrential pressure. He needed more… still more. Once again, under the same magic that had turned him dragon, then changed Hela and the others and himself later, he changed once more just for his relief, every inch of his cock swelling thrice its normal girth and the flow thickened, goopier and stronger than before, so thick it hit the ground hard enough to stick to every surface but unable to stay put as more was pushed out. Half an hour later, the pressure was finally low enough and his sack small enough for him to relax and let his cock shrink but the entirety of the area in front of him for well over a mile was a white blanket that carried such a heavy stench that it was impossible to not get aroused. The wind carried the smell far away and through the land, hundreds if not thousands of males and females went into an artificial heat. Hela had come more than a few times in that time frame and couldn't wait to spear herself on the newly upgraded toy. Her own cream factories ached, so full despite the constant drainage and it only made her more horny than ever. Both grunted as Hal felt the soft walls embrace him and Hela suddenly felt the girth stretch her even more than usual, bloating her form, filling her chamber with essence, her lust, his pre and seed alike, blasts so powerful her legs shook. She didn't feel pregnant already but she'd work towards it.

Panting and tired, the two giants looked at the mess they had caused with pride and joy as well as the eagerness to see the new lives come to being after having been inside them for so long. They rested for a few minutes, letting all of the dragons tend to them as they wished, crawling on their bodies, licking and kissing each and every crevice. Then, the eggs shifted and cracked, a white one first and then a red one, paws covered in scales poking out of them as the occupant tried to escape the confines. Of the ten, only one showed signs of movement and they guessed it was Gyllian that was in there. Her egg shattered and the red female emerged, eyes shut and stretching her limbs some more after being crammed inside the shell for more than a month. Her form wasn't all that different from before, only a bit bigger and with a few bronze streaks to her scales, with two larger

horns crowning her head.

“Gyllian!" Nersis rushed to see his sister and crashed into her, licking her snout from the fluids of the egg and crying in joy. “Sister, you're ok!" Her eyes peeled open and she had to blink a few times to adjust to the light and the first thing she saw was the gleeful muzzle of her brother.

“Nersis? How…?" She turned around and saw what was happening, her confusion clearing immediately, as if this was to be expected. “How long was I in there?" She pointed at the remains of her egg.

“A month." Gyllian was silent for a few seconds and then shrugged. “I missed you." He teared up a little and she licked the drops off his scales before kissing him. Nersis tried to move back but her limbs grabbed him like vines and locked him with her, lips to lips, released but long seconds later. Thanks to Hal and his musk, Nersis was just as hard as any other male and his member now pressed between him and Gyllian, rubbing against her soft scales. The combination was fatal and he didn't resist the weird pleasure: with a couple of strong twitches his cock lurched and unloaded a few gallons of spunk between them, coating her in more sticky fluids. She laughed.

“I missed you too brother." The way she spoke and the way she looked at him had little to do with brothers and the way her tail poked at his member and sack told even more, and the way she licked her paws clean of seed told of far less pure intentions. “Mmmmh, you were always hung but this is not enough for me now."

“Gyllian please… d-don't… oh, fuck." Under the manipulation of her tail, his cock was stretched and enlarged by twice his size in seconds and so was his sack, growing to match the five feet she had now given him. “Gyllian..." He looked around and saw that be it family, male or female, dragon, human or gryphon, everyone was going wild, filling or getting filled and then looked down to the stunningly beautiful dragoness rubbing her scales on his member and rubbing his sack with her foot paws to coax him into sex.

“Now, this is more like it. How about a round of test? Maybe more than one?" She stole another kiss before he returned it and rolled her on her stomach, pressing his member to her vent. “Fuck me brother."

“O-ok…" With a push he speared through her walls and found her chamber, struggling to resist the urge of coming right away. “Is this… even right?" He was confused, horny, his member surrounded by warmth and wetness and he feared he'd like too much to resist.

“Do you care at this point?" He shook his head after a few seconds of her walls massaging his cock from base to tip. “Then breed me hard…" Her licks and teases grew more bold, more needy, she squeezed him down hard, one thrust of his hips and in that moment he lost.

Next to the remains of the four red eggs, two dragons and two hens struggled to get up, weak in their knees and breathing air for the first time in so long. The hens were something of a mix between dragon and gryphon, with scales crawling up their limbs and merging with the fur right at the joints, eyes slitted, and much larger in size while their newfound members hung unsheathed and testicles down to their knees, already full of seed for their kin to receive. The two lovers had now become the spitting image of each other, both a pale gold and with the same build and same attributes and, much like Natak and the new hens, granted vents and chambers to fill. With a kiss that had been put on hold for a month, the two locked onto each other in a mess of limbs and tails, members fully unsheathed and primed. One broke the kiss and rolled on his belly, tail raised and dripping with fluids, the other sniffed at the wet folds with desire, pushing his head through the entrance and deep within his chamber. A screech marked the first orgasm and the forceful exit of the invading head. The one just now lapping at his lover's fluids from within licked his lips and mounted him, already on the verge of orgasm. The sounds of their mating was eclipsed by the rest of the expanded family's, with dozens of creatures going to and from the first available cock, vent, pussy or tailhole they could find, sometimes just leaning on a rock and licking the excess fluids before someone came and presented a hole to fill, other time just stopping for a drink or piss. The mess had become utter chaos and the pride in the two giants' chests became even greater, as more than a few just bathed in seed, though Hela was a bit sad.

“All but my eggs are hatched. I hope it won't be too long." Hela looked with warmth at the new-borns and her still intact eggs, cradling them in her paws like treasures. “I can feel them growing still."

“I bet they'll be just as beautiful as you dear." Hal licked her chin and purred. “Anyone wants a drink? I feel like I'm about to burst here!" The call woke up everyone from their trances, humans included, though they decided to run for their lives behind the rock in which they had hidden their clothes, while the rest crowded in front of Hal. “Eager as always." Even the two hens that hadn't wasted a second to mount their sisters were there, cocks still wet from the abused holes and with a sister or two each to lick it clean, the barbed underside and mushroom shaped head thicker than a man's thigh. “Want to share some with me?" He looked at Hela and rose on his limbs, feeling the first few drops already leaking from the massively gaping cockslit. She grinned, her snout pressed against the wide entrance, lapping up the leftover seed, her nose chock full of his stench and musk, pulling back when the heavy flow of his fluids forced her head out and flooded the forest once more.