V: Making a god

After the arrival of so many people and so many new faces and hides, things in the valley turned out even more messy and chaotic, even if it was just for a few days, but hell, those were wild days even for the uncommon family. Everyone wanted to go and have a shot with the recently changed, see what they could do, feel what they could do, test them and bring them to the very limits of their enhanced bodies that Hal and Hela had granted them.

The humans gave up on the notion of doing their stuff in private fairly soon and the idea of wearing clothes even sooner than that, as well as tossing any preconception about male on male action, which made things so much more interesting for the middle aged men that had long since had lost most of their interest in experimenting and having fun in bed, had they had any beds around the valley, but that was beside the point. They arrived to the point that even interspecies mating was getting through them as something extremely pleasurable, if not better than regular sex with their wives or lovers, more so with their hens and the female dragons, but even the large male population wasn't being ignored. The king himself was the first one to taste dragon seed straight from the young cock of one of the many sons of Hal while his hen licked his anus to prepare it for the next few hours of action. He didn't walk straight for a week, not that he had many chances to walk or even ride his gryphon out of the valley, with so many males and females lining up to taste human seed and musk for themselves. His men had the same experiences though some maintained their preferences to only females and especially their mounts.

The gryphons on the other hand, well, with two of their sisters turned into hermaphrodites, they struggled to take turns with the newly grown cocks they had started sporting under their furred bellies. Even the young male dragons had to give in to the need of the latest breed of gryphons, letting them mate with their sisters and clutch mates as well as letting said herms have a way with them once each and every one of them was way past pregnant after days of near-constant rut. Having only experienced being mated themselves, the two Alpha Gryphons, did their damn best to not be on the losing side anymore after the change, and much like Hal, they took a few females as private mates and cock warmers, making sure that neither of them would remain with a cock out of a moist hole for much longer than the time needed to go out, hunt and go back.

Sitting a little on the side, the two twin lovers had taken up a little bit of space for themselves on the far side of the valley and decided to stay there, alone, mostly, happy to spend time with the others but more concentrated on exploring each other as much as possible until both would impregnate the other and lay the clutch. Meanwhile, in a similar and somehow dissimilar situation, Gyllian and Nersis were having some issues: being brother and sister and now attracted to each other due to Hal's influence, they were a little bit scared of what would happen had she gotten egg-heavy, what would be of their children and the opinion of their family outside the valley, but that still didn't stop Nersis from mating her until her belly distended on the ground and made it impossible for her to move at all. In the throes of lust and newfound magic, Gyllian was perpetually enhancing his cock or body to fit her whimsical needs, making him either bigger or smaller, giving him barbs like the gryphons had or thicker ridges, or a head like a human's or whatever she wanted and Nersis always let her do so as long as he could keep mating her. Essentially their worries were drowned in seed and eventually would come true, maybe, but that would happen in the near future.

As per usual the children were having their fun and growing happily while on top of everything, Hal watched and held his mates close to him as much as possible.

The 'feast', or rather, the 'chaotic mess of hides and scales' got to Hal's head to the point that he started eating with his children for the first time in months if not a couple of years, feeling after such a long time the taste of meat and blood on his tongue. Being something of a mistake of nature he had long since lost the need to feed, but the pleasure that came with it was always there, he just forgot about as he never got hungry, ever, always full of spunk, be it his or his children's when they were in the mood. After laying the four eggs though, and especially with so much activity to do, he actually felt a little hungry and as soon as he got a hint of meat in his maw, several seasons' worth of hunger came crushing on him. It wasn't a good day for the wildlife and at the end, Hal was more than a little full of meat and so was Hela, as she'd never be any less than him in anything, ever. It was definitely something he hadn't experienced in such a long time he fell asleep sooner than expected and slept for two days straight, missing the long awaited departure of a bunch of humans and gravid hens and a few messy dragons who couldn't stay anymore. As much as all three parties would have wanted, each one had things to do outside the valley, especially the king and his subjects. It didn't mean they wouldn't come back, oh no, they'd definitely make a couple more trips here to 'make sure the dragons behaved' and would likely spend a few days at a time.

But in the days after the departure of the many new members of the family, Hal felt that something was missing, that something was wrong, out of place in some way that he couldn't quite put in words. In the few moments of calmness and tranquillity the giant dragon had, he kept trying to identify that nagging feeling to the point that he wasn't tending to his family quite as much as he had up to that point, throwing the entirety of the valley into a weird situation of worry. Hal did his best to mask his thoughts and push the thing down as much as possible and still it came back, to the point where his dreams too, were affected. It was in such a dream that the behemoth found himself, though… there was something to it that didn't quite seem like a 'proper' dream.

Wake up Hal

The voice came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, jerking the one in question awake. Hal tried to brace himself standing but there was no ground on which to stand nor a body to use to get up, no head to turn to look and no eyes to use and yet he could kind of see around him, or rather, feel that something was around. The faint consciousness tried to look for the source of the sound and failed to find it.

“Who is there? Where am I?" Hal marvelled at his own voice: it was squeaky, weak, frail, so unlike his normal one but it evidently reached the ears of whatever was around him, if that something even had any. “Who are you?"

I am… you call me an Overseer, a ruler of worlds. Perhaps even a God if you will, though I do not care for such a title.

“A god? Which one?"

None that you'd know about unfortunately, I haven't made myself known for a few millennia by now, so most of the thinking creatures have forgotten about me. there was a hint of sadness in the words spoken by the 'god'. You must be wondering why you're here.

“I am."

Well, I have a mission for you, or rather, the gods of your world themselves have a mission for you. The god paused for what felt like an eternity or just a second. Do you know why the Kallands are what they are? Why do they have a nasty tendency to turn everything and anything into something else entirely?

“Does this have anything to do with my so called mission?"

Yes, in fact, they are the very reason why you're in the condition you have been living in for the past few years. Let me explain, I'll try to be quick and concise, speaking to you is quite the hassle. Another pause, much longer this time. The Kallands were supposed to be a place brimming with magic and change, a place for creatures of all species to go to and gain power or have their requests granted by getting close to the gods themselves. Unfortunately, people, animals and all the races, grew afraid of the chaotic power of the land, when it was supposed to be the very reason to attract them.

“The gods made a mistake?"

Gods make hundreds of mistakes, but they tend to bury them quickly, by means of prophecies or just using their own power to wipe the slate clean time and time again. The Kallands however, they proved to be too much even for them, too unstable to control. Only the rejects of society and the crazier individuals made the choice of living there. We thought that, maybe, these rejects would yearn for power, gain it and walk back out into the world, change it, shake the pot a little so that the stagnation would cease. Ever wondered why your realm is so quiet?

“It's not quiet at all. There are wars all over the place, people die and kingdoms are formed all the time or fall with ease."

But that's it. No great changes, no revolutions, no excitement, only a slow descent into boredom and monotony: the races that live on it keep to themselves, they don't change, they don't experiment, they hide and kill each other fearing the foreign for no reason. That's where you come in Hal. You were chosen, by fate I mean. We, the gods, rolled a die and you got picked for the task. Silence. Technically all those that change in the Kallands are chosen this way, as are their changes. The gods still hope that one will choose to walk out and change the world.

“So, I wasn't chosen per se, but by going out of the land I lived in, I essentially chose myself as a candidate for… whatever the gods want from us?" He couldn't see but he felt as if the god around him bowed its head in acknowledgement. “Ok." There was also the fact that he had not gone out of his own volition but rather because of his people's fear of his newfound form, but that mattered little by now.

Are you not angry?

“I lived in the Kallands, I've seen and experienced all manners of weird stuff, this is just one step further."

I like you Hal, you're exactly what the world needs, but you too have grown complacent of your situation. For many months now you have loitered in your valley, influenced some people and some creatures yes, but not enough, you still have so much to do. So, for this reason, I contacted you. Your mission shall be to walk out of your warm hole in the ground and wander, alone or with your family, make an impression on the very world you live in.

“How am I supposed to do that?"

You know what your body can do, just… think of something, let the wind guide you. Travel, meet the rest of the races that live alongside the humans and the dragons… I know you must feel scared and not prepared but for these past few years I have maintained the contact between you and your homeland, through it I have further changed your body to allow it to match your will. The growths you have experienced are proof of it: you just need to will it and your body will follow and so will the bodies of those that come in contact with you. A feeling of relief washed over Hal's mind, granting him the clarity he needed to finally make sense of his life, his purpose finally revealed to him. Your very existence is akin to a god on earth, able to shape the land and the very nature of living being. Hal shivered in excitement at those words. You know what? One day, when your task is finally over, you may even join us in our realm. Given your passion for mating and lovemaking and your… gifts, I think we can safely assume that you are the new-born God of Fertility and Change.

“I'd become a real god?"

More or less, yes, provided your achievements are flashy enough.

“No thanks, I have no need for that, I have my family to look after."

That's exactly why I like you Hal. The god smiled, Hal knew that it had done so as the entire world took a shade of pink and yellow. Do you have any request before you leave your dreams?

“May I see my old body? I miss the feeling and I think I have forgotten what I looked like." The world fell silent and then exploded in a shower of blacks, whites, greens and all manners of colours, mixing and separating. Hal let out a weak scream of fear for but one second and then everything stopped spinning as he fell and hit his head onto something hard and cold. “Oh.. that hurt. Wait… that hurt??" He looked down, actually looked down and saw that his hands were holding him up, normal, regular, pink human hands, not claws, not scales. “I missed having five fingers." Hell, he missed pain in the first place. Hal stretched the thin digits and flexed them, getting up and feeling that his feet were the same ones he remembered looking at when he was younger. He was naked but that mattered little, what was important was that he had the chance to look at himself once again, feel skin under his fingertips. “And I missed you too." He looked down, but not too low, where his crotch lied and saw that he had no enormous sheath, no swaying sack, only a tiny human penis, a few inches long and adorned with a fuzzy crown of brown hair. “I thought I'd never see you again." He smiled and suddenly everything went dark once again.

The world shook strongly and made the weak human fall flat on his ass and hit his head on the 'floor' or whatever passed for one and ultimately the dream was broken, shattered into pieces. Hal didn't hear the voice of the god anymore and instead found himself following the sound of something vaguely familiar. Once again light flooded his eyes and slowly, with great effort, Hal opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The pitch black muzzle of his mate Hela and the smaller and cuter ones of his other mates appeared in front of him, looking extremely worried and somewhat afraid. It was rare to see the green dragoness out of her cave these few days, very rare in fact: she preferred to stay inside, sleeping or feeding her children day in and day out, but the worry for him had superseded her need to rest her back breaking breasts for once.

“Hal, thank the gods, you're fine!" Hela rushed and started licking his snout with eagerness.

“What happened?"

“You were shaking and shivering, you even cried!" Hal sighed and rubbed his head against her chin, calming down the emotional dragoness just a bit and by proximity his other mates who leaned in and cradled into his massive embrace. “We were so worried."

“The children?"

“Oh, don't call them like that anymore, they're old enough by now." Nala smiled softly. “But we still made them go away to make sure they wouldn't get scared."

“Sorry that I made you worry so much." Hal grunted and got on his feet, wobbling a little in the process, but eventually managed to steady himself enough to make a few steps. “I was having a dream." The looks on their faces spurred him to keep going with his explanation. “But it was no normal dream at all."

“What do you mean?"

“I spoke with a god." Their jaws dropped in unison. There was no doubt that he was speaking the truth, he'd never lie to them and he always appreciated their trust. “It told me why I became like this and what my purpose in life is: I am to… travel the world and make it change, somehow." At the world travel they all beamed up and started smiling. “But I must be alone."

“What?" The happiness cleared in an instant. “Did, did the god tell you that? What kind of horrible god is it? To force you to separate from us?" Nala roared in anger and slammed her forelimbs on the ground, cracking it. Hal let out a wry smile and pressed his head onto hers, stopping the incoming onslaught.

“It's my decision dear, mine only." The look on their faces expressed all the confusion and concern they had. “I'm not leaving forever, I'll come back for sure, it's just the first time, there will be more probably in the future. Right now I want to fly around a little, not too far, but for that I can't have all of you with me and someone needs to see after our children. What if the eggs hatch and you're not here? We can't take them."

“So… you'll come back? Really?" Drak whined and lowered his head till it touched the ground, trying to force Hal into agreeing with his request by looking as cute as a twelve foot tall dragon could. “I can't imagine you not returning to us…"

“When would I even think of leaving you and the kids? What good would it do to any of us?"

“We're just worried Hal, this is the first time you ever even thought of leaving the valley since you came to it, are you sure that you're ready?"

“How can I know until I leave?" He kissed Hela's forehead and pulled her ever so close to him. “But you don't have to worry about me, we all know I'm more than sturdy to handle everything that might come to me." The three smaller dragons chuckled and purred, feeling the warmth of their lover even through the thick scales. “But I'm not going to leave without one parting gift." The smile turned into a grin that instantly aroused the interest of the three. “Do you remember when we met? How our first time turned out?"

“Yeah, of course: you stuffed us into your cock and ate Drak from behind. We were so small and you were so… inexperienced at the time…" Nala grinned herself and reached for Hal's sheath with the tip of her tail, running the tip on the rim of flesh surrounding the bounty hidden inside. “Why? Were you thinking of repeating the deed?" She looked at Hela, how big she'd gotten. “Dear, you're stretchy that's for sure, but I think my sister is a little too much."

“Oh, no, I wasn't thinking of doing that, but I will be damned if I don't give you something that may help you cope with me not being around to keep company." The glee on the three adult dragon's faces was something to behold, already more than excited, even more so than their own young to some degree. They cluttered around him, brushing their scales on his, purring loudly but not enough to wake the army of hatchlings that slept not too far from them. “I realized that I have neglected the two of you far too much and that I need to fix that mistake right now, or I will be haunted by the guilt forever." Nala's happy expression was clouded with sadness for about a second or two, until the musk in the air began to thicken far more than usual, letting her know that Hal wasn't just excited or horny, he was willing to go beyond that in his promise to leave them with a gift worthy of their first night together. “You are so small now that I cannot breed you properly and as you were bearing my eggs, I was forced to hold back. Drak, I have no excuses, I was a bad mate, leaving you alone like that." The massive red tongue of the giant was dragged on the smaller male's snout, caking him in saliva that smelled of all the times he mated them and his own cock. Drak smiled and kissed Hal back.

“I don't hate you for that, I know how jealous these two breeders are, but I have to admit that some time I wanted to hog you all for myself." Hela and Nala were about to scoff at his remark, but being called breeders was a soft spot, a sign perpetually etched into their souls by the bronze giant, shown by their bigger frames and breasts alike. “I do wish that you'd decided to stay."

“I cannot, I am sorry." The three of them huddled close together, taking in each other's scents like the first of their long sleepless nights spent rutting madly, and speaking of rutting, Hal's musk was quickly breaking more and more records, thickening so much that the air seemed to ooze it on their scales, bringing their arousal to a new height. His shaft didn't harden slowly as usual, it ballooned out, the full thirty feet of cockflesh pushing them all apart in one smooth and wet stroke of pure lust and need. “That said, I am going to wreck you so hard you won't be able to walk for weeks." His voice also seemed to have deepened, or maybe it was just the density of the air that made it seem so. The three dragons beneath him didn't need much more to come, just his voice and his scent was enough to trigger an orgasm, if he so wanted, and they did: his cock was bathed in the relatively small loads of Drak and the ones of the two females as their heads were pressed right where the scent was growing ever stronger and dozens upon dozens of gallons of pre flowed out. “This time, I want to see just how much I can make you squeal." They shivered as the normally clear pre began to cloud, already containing more seed than any other creature could muster in an entire lifetime.

“Please, Hal… just fuck us… like there is no tomorrow." Hela spoke, but it was something that all three wanted in the very same way and Hal didn't let them wait any more than that.

He growled and flipped Nala on her back in less than a second, almost knocking the air out of her lungs and backing up before plunging his shaft inside her, as deep as he could, uncaring of any request of foreplay she might have had. Her body was small but she accommodated his cock with ease, even after so long without accepting the full length and girth of it, her vent was so stretched it was as thin as paper and her scales so spread apart due to his size she couldn't believe how big he had gotten. She cursed and loved the fact that she had been pregnant for so long, the feeling of carrying dozens of lives inside her almost trumped the need to be stretched out like that. She came and came as he plunged in and out of her abused hole, his balls swelling by the second over her tail, pushing her hindlegs apart and pinning her down even more than his heavier frame. The other two didn't wait either and threw themselves on those orbs, licking them clean of all the accumulated sweat in his folds and then moved up and up until their muzzles spread his tailhole wide open. Hal roared and grunted, his muscles working in one giant symphony that was only made to breed the shit out of his mate, fill her up, make her better, make her even more impossibly pregnant than ever so that she'd not miss him while he was gone. He came hard and her already bulging belly was further stretched to a new size as a thousand gallons was immediately dumped inside her, followed by a thousand more. His sack shivered as it sent countless spurts of seed straight to her core and made her grow bigger: it wasn't just her belly, but the entirety of her being. It was weird at first: her chamber was being filled to the brim with fertile spunk, but it wasn't looking any bigger than before, until they all realized she was growing with it. Muscle was packed in waves over her bones as they lengthened and thickened, her frame ballooning out to keep her proportions and so did everything on her, everything. Her breasts wobbled and strained to unload their own milky cargo, fuller than every other part of her, hosing down hundreds of feet of grass and rocks in a white sheet of sweet cream, growing even more to keep that fertile look she had gained. Now that she was just as tall as her black sister, Nala was sporting eight massive breasts, capped with nubs so big and engorged that Drak had to open his maw wide to take just one in and immediately his stomach was filled with more milk than he could take. Hela did the same, but being bigger, she could take more than him and for both, like Nala, a wildfire blossomed inside their bodies, fuelled by Hal's magic and his lust. Still the bronze monster thrust madly inside his mate, making her come over and over without an end in sight and feeling already the hard shapes of several dozen eggs take root within her chamber as her body worked even more to capture all of his seed. Nala roared in the ground, her claws digging gigantic holes in the very rock as she was filled with enough eggs to match the entirety of her clutches all at once and still she made more eggs. Then she felt something sting her soul and made her squeal harden than she had ever down before.

“You will be so full, so heavy, so deeply bred that you won't ever stop laying eggs, my dear. No matter how much you lay, dozens or hundreds of eggs, you will always have more inside you, you're pregnant for life, or just enough for me to go around and come back to fill you up again and make you even more packed with eggs." Hal whispered inside her ears and she came harder still, feeling dozens more form inside her and be fertilized within seconds.

That didn't stop Hal from unloading more and more spunk inside her. The proud green dragoness was little more than an egg-heavy scaled balloon now, so full that her belly pressed Hal away from her and masked the shape of his cock inside her. Her growth had ended right when she had reached the same size of her mate, but her belly dwarfed even him, for the moment, as her body worked to make eggs by the tens every minute that went by, shrinking it. If she was done and turned each of his shots into new lives, she'd still have a belly twice as big as her entire body, but that would take a long, long time, as the first massive clutches had to grow and be laid before she could make more legions for him.

With one of his mates now satisfied and bred to the point that she couldn't speak anymore, reduced to a cumming mess of pure bliss and brain melting scents, Hal turned to the other two, who didn't seem fazed by the end of his climax, still nursing on those fat teats of hers, Drak even going as far as to strap himself on them, humping the heavy mounds with his own cock. His seed flowed in the hundreds of gallons from the valleys of her breasts, rivers of it staining the grass in place of Hal's, as all of it, despite the sheer amount, was sealed inside Nala's over stretched vent. Hal stared at the poor male, now the only one that didn't fit within the group of giants, even by their new standards, and went to fix that little detail immediately. Pulling his cock out of that blistering hot vent was far more arduous than expected, as she was gripping him with newly strengthened muscles, but the contractions of her orgasms made her lose her grasp every now and then and within a minute, his shaft was fully out. The giant member was heavier than normal, thicker, glistening in a new breed of pheromones that the dragoness had begun producing in insane amounts, so fertile that the mere scent might get even the most infertile of chambers kicking again. It was with such a scent laden cock, that Hal claimed Drak's tailhole as he drank even more of her grown mate's milk. He didn't even manage to scream because his maw was so full of those heavenly nubs, but his pleas reached the bronze giant all the same, along with his contractions throughout his body. The red male felt his tailhole spread so wide he felt pain for the first time in so long, a kind of pain that he had won over after countless ruts spent taking that massive cock day in and out. But being the third choice, he wasn't as well trained as the two females. Hal bit into his neck, drawing a minute amount of blood and started pumping his shaft inside the small male's bowels, feeling the texture of them caress his member in a way only a male could. Drak's own member was hard, digging into the earth, seeding it with his spunk, wasting the loads that if put inside any average female would sow enough eggs to make them just as immobile as the grown green behemoth he was nursing from.

But the idea that he could possibly mate with a normal female was shattered as he too began to grow, packing even more muscle, scales, even more raw power than her. His small body, that had been so long neglected, drank into every pump of seed Hal gave him, absorbed the very essence of it, but as it did so, it also took in Nala's fluids. Something inside him changed far more drastically than the rest of his being as, despite the impressive height, muscle and sheer power he oozed around the air, was overtaken by a sweet scent, like the one of a female in a deep heat. His old musk was gone, and eggs began to grown and latch onto his newly formed egg pouches, deep inside his bowels. Drak came harder than he had ever done as he realized it, his own member trying to seed a female as it confused his scent for a third massively pregnant dragoness. However, his cock didn't shrink, he didn't lose his male status, instead, he grew out and around, the ten feet he had morphed and grew to fifteen as his balls swelled with seed and took more and more space under his belly. The grown cock reached his collarbone, turning him into a red copy of the dragon rutting him, every fibre and muscle giving the same vibe of power that contrasted so nicely with his female scent. The expanse of his balls covered the belly brimming with eggs.

“You already take my cock like a female, why not lay eggs like one? I'm sure you will enjoy it…"

“Yesssssss…. I will…" Drak wasn't in a much better shape than Nala, with his form now burdened by close to twenty large eggs spread throughout his new egg pouches deep within his body. Hal came one last time and pulled back, letting a flood of cum splash right on his sack, bringing his scent and the one of a female in heat from his very much male mate.

“Such a good slut. Be sure to lay them when I come back so I can get you full again." The red giant shivered and nodded, slowly, mostly due to his reflex than anything. For a submissive male such as him, that was the norm, but he liked it. “Hela…"

“I don't want anything from you, dear…"

“Not even a healthy clutch? Big, heavy… no?" He knew that she said that just because, but the offer he put on the table was far too enticing for her not to accept immediately. “Or would you prefer something else?" Her eyes gleamed with interest though she didn't say anything at all and just stared at him. “You're the big girl of the house, I'm sure… oh, I know." Hal trotted closer to her, his cock swinging wildly beneath him, spraying tubs of seed all over the place and thickening still the scent of sex and pure lust in the valley. “Now that those two are about our size, they'll need someone to keep them in check, keep them fed and happy and I know just the right person. Drak is far too used to raising his tail and Nala will spend all of her days laying egg after egg until she'll pass out and still pump them out. You will make sure they are nice and satisfied." The black dragoness purred as she felt his weight rest on her back and the tip of his cock spread several feet of her vent painfully wide.

“And how do you plan to make me do that?"

“I think I have an idea." Hal grunted and pushed his cock deeper inside her, hitting the back of her chamber and flooding her with an uninterrupted stream of thick seed right inside it, hiding the bulge of his member with a large paunch of sloshing spunk. “One that you'll like quite a lot." His thrust carried far more weight than normal, almost as if he was trying to break her, but with her body, she only felt more pleasure than before, her flesh stretching to insane proportion as Hal grew bigger inside her and came over and over with her. “You'll fill in my role as I am out and who knows, maybe you'll get Drak pregnant again if he does lay before I manage to get back."

“I… what?" She was confused by his words and didn't know what to feel until she roared and clamped down on Hal's cock like a vice, holding him in place as something blossomed right between her hindlegs, pushing her massive breasts apart. “What…" Hela was at a loss but the flurry of feeling and sensations that growth was making her experience trampled on the confusion far too fast for her to even notice it.

“I mean it: you'll probably get him egg heavy, maybe he'll carry both of our clutches at the same time…" She squealed in joy, arousal, confusion and bliss as from a small slit between her legs two small orbs wrapped inside a leathery pouch dropped and began to grow and grow, wider, thicker, heavier and packing a musk that was downright overpowering, much like his own. “You'll find that having a nice tight hole around your cock is the best thing ever." Hela came harder and harder still while her new assets ballooned out, filling what little leftover space between her teats and her vent was left.

A sheath as thick as Drak's own blossomed and let a large cock flop out for the first time as it engorged with blood and lengthened, pushing her breasts apart and making her moan loudly. Her soft scales rubbed against the sensitive length of her growing cock, stained with the first dribbles of seed and pre with each beat of her heart, the tip moving across the valley of her breasts until it was out and her length was warmly nestled in between those sloshing mounds of milk and placed right in front of a sack that rivalled Hal's resting size. It was still seven feet in diameter but she knew that it could grow like his and that the size wasn't an indicative of how much she could come. She got to test that far too soon as the sensations proved to be too much to bear for the newly minted herm dragoness and together with her mate, she came from both sets: her vent ached in fullness with his impossible girth, full, stretched and oozing seed whereas her virgin cock sprayed its hefty load all over the grass, hundreds of gallons over a few minutes, turning her brain into a mess of pleasure and the need to stick that thirty feet length inside something tight and warm. The two kept mating each other for hours until the sun rose and both had their cocks stuck inside the other two mates as the first of Hal's egg rolled free from Nala's sore and puffed vent and rested on the soaked grass, joined by several others by the time they decided it was time to go.

Hela pulled back, panting, tired, smelly and dripping seed from her vent and cock alike, letting a steaming stream of spent essence hit the other dragoness' scales in a warm bath that made Hal smile. She was already that good at taking what she was owed. Sadly, it was the time for a goodbye. Hal kissed her changed mate deeply, the two sharing the kiss as if he was never to come back ever, though both knew that he would, no matter what. He looked back one last time at the black behemoth and how she claimed Drak's wide maw for her own pleasure just like he liked to do and took flight, blasting trees away with his powerful wings.

For the first time since he settled down in the valley, he was leaving.