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The royal quarters were elegantly appointed, beautiful and covered in garlands of color meant to attract the eyes and relax those that passed into them. Krown had been here many times before as one of the inner circles of trusted servants that attended them, so when Narvos and Elia had invited him here he had been flattered and quite pleased. Many favored servants were offered such private meetings as marks of favor, especially when the royal couple was considering elevating them above their current position and into one of more favor. The owl-dragon hybrid had hardly dare hope for such an occasion, but sitting in the room he felt a surge of shivering delight and eagerness.

"Eat some more, Krown, you are too skinny." Elia spoke softly, her voice warm and musical as she reclined on a pile of fine pillows and silks. "Your feathers hide it well, they are a blessing, really."

"Perhaps." Narvos drawled to his queen, eyes lingering on her slightly. "Though, I have always preferred scales myself."

"I would only wish scales if I could have ones as lovely as yours, my Queen." Krown murmured with feeling and warmth, wanting to flatter her in exchange for the meal.

Elia smiled at him, her teeth flashing a little as she refolded her wings to show off the smooth delicate scales of her body. They were the color of opals, glittering and gleaming, so small that they were like sequins. She had always carried herself in a regal manner, her bearing had come from generations of royalty and training. She was larger than he was, but he had never been a terribly large dragon, but at the moment that size also came from the heavily gravid state of her body. What had started as a modest belly full of eggs had rapidly swollen to the point that she was barely able to walk. Her stomach near dragged the ground in her efforts to move, a state that everyone privately had anticipated when she had begun to show.

Narvos was no simple drake from a royal line, he was a hybrid, much like Krown was, but he wasn't mingled with the blood of owls. He came from two different royal lines, both dragon and Pegasus flowed through his veins creating a dragon of size and strength that many wondered about. He had the body of a warrior, broad and muscled as a stallion might be, but with the long lines and armor of a dragon. The thick ridges of his spikes flowed very like a mane down the line of his neck. The brilliant white of colors matched his queen, but compared to her he was a mountain carved of hard granite, while she was polished gems.

Krown was dwarfed by them, though not so much that he felt as if he were at a disadvantage, only that he was lighter of body than either of them and a full head shorter. He found himself even more pleased that he had been invited considering he wasn't nearly so favored of those servants that came from noble houses. He was nearly preening with joy as he had been settled down with a large assortment of food and drink, all of them meant to be eaten daintily rather than gorging on them. The idea was to sample many dishes and he found himself dizzied with the array. There was sweet and salty, bitter and spiced, mild and intense and they were given to him served by the queen's own paws.

The hybrid dragon had always been one that blended into the shadows rather than standing out as others did. His deep burnished brown feathers and scales made it easy for him to slip into the background of any room he entered into. It was natural that no one really looked at him beyond a few glances when he padded down his halls. His owl heritage was plain in his vibrant amber eyes and the length of his feathers, making him look a bit larger than he actually was.

"You have been serving our household for some time, have you not?" The queen asked as she pushed a small bowl of some new drink to him. "I recall you when I came to my crown, you had just started on with us then, yes?"

"Oh no, Majesty!" Krown said and licked his lips, tasting the slight edge of heat pleasantly running across his tongue from the drink. "I have been here for my entire life. My mother served in the kitchens, she was quite pleased when I was elevated to your service!"

"All that time!" Elia chirped and shifted, the eggs being adjusted as she did so. "You are truly a gem in our ranks. Do you find it pleasing to work here? Especially for so long."

"Oh yes, very much so, Highness. I have found that my work here is quite rewarding." He bobbed his head while Narvos moved to push a tray towards him that was mounded with large creamy looking pastries.

"Here, try these, I've always been fond of them." Narvos rumbled and stretched his broad legs out a little bit. "Truthfully, we have been watching you for some time. With expecting our first clutch, we are starting to look to make more of our staff more intimate and fill the chambers adjacent to our own with our favored servants."

"Majesty?" Krown asked and hastily gulped down another bit of food, feeling a little stirring of hope rising in his chest. "I.. am not a nurse made, though I would dearly love to serve you more closely."

"Mm I had never considered you as a nurse made, I doubt any drake could chase after a pack of hatchlings." Narvos answered and offered him another pile of food. "Here, try these next, less prissy than the rest of the food."

"We aren't thinking about needing more intimate services from those here and which ones would be the best chosen." Elia said and settled herself back, shifting so that the heavy belly draped down along her hind legs, blocking them entirely. "Let me explain..."

Krown took the food while settling in, the food kept being offered to him as if it were a prize and he kept eating. It was rich and flavorful, but it was far more than he was used to eating. It was filling him rapidly so that he was struggling to eat more as they pressed it on him. Navros seemed to take pleasure that he was eating as much as he was. The drake always had another tidbit ready for him as they talked about what they were looking for with more intimate servants. He listened attentively, feeling special as they continued to talk about the future and the positions they were looking to fill in their household.

The owlish dragon began to eat not because he wanted to eat, but because he wanted to be polite, his stomach starting to protest the amount of food that was going down. His nostrils flared a little bit while he took down another drink that was offered with a polite murmur of thanks, his body starting to feel as if he were about to pop. The food was all quite good, rich and flavorful, but he was regretting that he only had so much room to fill up. His nostrils flared delicately, puffing out a few breaths before he was given another drink, this one a deep golden color while he lapped it up and had to roll to his side just to make sure that he wasn't putting pressure on his aching belly.

"I will look forward to the changes you are going to make, my lady." Krown said, trying not to sound as full as he felt. "When will the eggs be lain? I know that the court has been astir for weeks now waiting for the event."

"Ahhh that is a tricky question." Elia said with a little flick of her tail tip, turning her head to one side. "I understand that people have been quite interested in that event, but truthfully, it will be quite some time until the clutch is ready to be brooded."

"I am surprised, Highness!" Krown said and licked his lips a little bit, his body feeling drowsy thanks to amount of food and drink in him. "You seem so far along, surely it will be soon, if only for your own comfort."

"Ahh it is an old sadness." The queen said with a soft rumble. "You see, my family line is cursed with infertility, we can have clutches, but they are empty of hatchlings."

"But.. you have prepared for the young ones birth, Majesty." He said with a little stammer, confusion coloring his words. "The entire court has been elated to know that your lines will continue."

"Oh yes, they will." Navros spoke up, his voice a low heavy rumble. "You see, I've managed to work a spell that is perfectly designed to help us, it has helped her family in the past. We will not waste such a large promising clutch."

"I am elated, Sire!" Krown said with conviction and shifted a little bit, feeling a little light headed from the drink.

"Oh yes, I am quite pleased." Elia said with a purr. "It's a simple two part potion, one for me to allow me to lay my eggs, one for another to receive the eggs. They are infertile in me, but once they are put into another they will be able to be inseminated by Navros."

"Yo...you will let your king breed another female?" Krown sounded as shocked as he felt, his feathers twitching down against his body. Everyone knew that Elia and Navros were well and truly in love, the idea of her allowing him to mount any female was...it was unthinkable!

"Never!" Navros answered and sat up, the powerful body rippling as he gave his head a short jerk back and forth. "I would never mount another female!"

"Thankfully, the spell doesn't require a female, only a warm body to incubate and hold the eggs." Elia said, adoringly rubbing her head along her king's shoulder. "Which is why we summoned you here, of course, since you are unmated and in our service. You will easily be able to handle the eggs and we will reward you amply for the job."

"Of course, you will need to be moved into the private apartments, as I've said." Navros said lazily. "We've already had them modified for your use."

"Wh... what?" Krown stiffened and tried to sit up, but it was awkward feeling. "I... My Queen, My King, I.. .I cannot do that, I must refuse the honor, there will be many who will be eager to do the duty, surely."

"We did not ask it, we command it." Navros said with a low thick growl, it came from deep in the broad chest.

Krown stood up stiffly, feeling a bit clumsy as he did so, but what they were saying made him stiffen with shock. They had summoned him here with the intention of him carrying her eggs? The idea was abhorrent, causing his stomach to twist strangely as he gave a jump backwards, stumbling over his own paws as the large muscled drake strode forward with a little flex of his wings. The King didn't look like idle royalty, the king looked like a warrior advancing on the dragon hybrid, making him fall over his own paws when he tried to scramble as far away as he could manage. There was no getting away as the drake padded around him, not just cornering him, but getting between him and the door.

"I... please! I cannot!" He protested, his heart rolling faster in his chest as the massive male moved behind him and reached out with one paw to suddenly caught the shoulders and gave a push.

"It is too late, you've already had more than enough of the potion." Navros rumbled, flaring his nostrils slightly before he reared up and used his other paw to shove the owl-dragon back down to the ground, leaving him scrabbling to keep himself from being pinned all the way. "Really, you ate so much, I think you must have nearly twice the amount of that potion than you needed."

"You were quite greedy, but that is better for us that you are properly prepared." Elia murmured and shifted, sitting up further while the heavy belly covered her lower legs, bulging with the clutch.

"Wai..wait a moment! I didn't agree to this!" Krown tried to swing out from under the paw that pinned him, but the king was larger and stronger than he was. The dug down a bit harder making sure that there was no evading or bolting away.

"You are our servant, it is a duty you should be honored to perform." Navros thrummed warmly. "Of course, if you decide you do not wish to, we will simply have to be inventive."

The larger drake's breath was warm against the edges of Krown's side, the weight of the paw pushed down harder and he felt a wave of giddiness. It wasn't fear, it was something that swam through his mind and made him feel off balance, uncentered, confused. He let out a breath, opening his jaws wide to protest, but the sound faltered as he heard his queen summoning other servants. He couldn't break free of the hold on his back, he couldn't break free!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Krown wasn't simply held down by Navros once they were moved into the next room, instead, the servants bound him in thick leather wrapped chains on his stomach so that he couldn't get up. His head was tipped forward, his forelegs bound tightly together so that his chin was forced to rest against them with a muzzle binding him so he couldn't protest as he writhed and twisted. His hind legs were tied open wide, thick chains strapped into two rings set in the floor so that his undercarriage was entirely splayed and his tail was sprawled out behind him with weights to keep him from being able to curl it up.

When he was bound on his back, he recognized that the changes that were assaulting him weren't simply mild ones. They were preparing his body for exactly what they wanted as he realized that his anal ring was starting to glistening with an edge of wetness. It wasn't much, but it was enough that Elia commented that he was well and truly under the thrall of the magic being used on him. It made him whimper softly to hear that, but there was nothing he could do to protest as he felt his heart beating in his ears loudly. It was a steady thrum that made it hard to think past what was happening and find a way to get free.

Elia, his queen, she seemed a changed creature to him as she padded forward with a little shiver of her wings and her eyes gleaming brightly. There was an eagerness to the way she looked at him that made him feel tremors running down the line of his back. He had never expected to see such eagerness from her, nor did he know how to break free when her own husband moved to drape a paw along the line of his forehead. The toes curled lightly, caressing him in a way that caused his heart to thunder faster in his chest before he gave a series of small wriggles and twists. He bucked his way upwards and then dropped back down.

"You will have to forgive us." Navros crooned out, his voice thick and rich with desire. "We cannot ask for volunteers, too often those that volunteer wish to leverage that service against us. It is best that we choose one that suits us."

"MMPH!!" Krown tried and glared up at him before he felt a slide of a broad paw along his hips.

"Of course, you will be rewarded, after all.." Elia laughed as she spoke. "My king is quite virile and the clutch large enough to be challenging even to the most ample of drakes."

Her body slid against him in a way that made him flush as it wasn't painful or uncomfortable at all. It was delightful to feel the way she caressed against him, dancing and teasing up against his chest and pushing higher with a little puffing breath that made his feathers briefly rouse and then fall down. Her body was so warm, and his own reacted to it by making his walls clutching down around nothing. He wasn't sure why he reacted that way, his vent should have been swelling and opening up to show his cock tip, not... that part of him. He was more confused and frightened while the female nipped against the nape of his neck lightly and let out a rich purr when her overly swollen stomach dragged over him.

He could feel the eggs inside of her resting against him, the press of that weight made him uncomfortably aware of how much she intended to put in. He tried to jerk his legs together as her tail slid along his own and he felt her hissing out in pleasure as the fine scales of her groin just barely caressed against him. He should have never felt that part of his queen, and now she was rubbing along him sensuously in a manner that stimulated and frightened him. His breathing was catching in his throat, coming faster when she leaned over him to nuzzle her mate in a heated way and something warm and soft brushed against his tailhole.

The moment her mound rubbed him he let out a guttural noise. Whatever the potion they had given him, it reacted to that touch and his body felt as if it were covered in electric caresses. He couldn't think straight, he tried to squirm free again, but when he moved, she gave a roll that pushed her stomach harder against him. He felt that stomach moving, the rippling muscles caressing and pushing downwards in a wave that caused him to give a little jump and whimper. With a wild tremor he shook his head back and forth, protesting even as the queen let out a hiss and her stomach rippled with a contraction.

Her mound was slick feeling, warm and pressed against him so that he was treated to the small flexes that began to move and push outwards. The line of the orb was pushing its way downwards, sliding and slipping, he was sure of it. His tail was twined with her own, the clutching movements rippling against him as there was a low moan that came from her throat. He felt her mound growing puffier as she rubbed against him, working back and forth lightly as the belly shifted again. Her paws pressed against his chest while she shifted her weight down at just the right angle to begin to spread the lips open with her own vent. Wetness gathered there, sliding against his own vent as the weight began to push down right against the opening.

It was something hard and round, pushing forcefully against him so that he felt the egg starting to spread her wide while her weight pushed down harder. There was nothing separating them, they were resting against each other so that as the egg pushed out of her he felt it digging against him. It was a forceful press, trying to split him open, making him choke out a low noise in his throat before it pried harder and wider. The slow strain began to work against his tight anal ring, prying and spreading his walls wider and wider. The aching stretch made her walls open wide, swallowing along the start of an egg that caused his entire body to give a jump and jolt. His eyes went wild as he whined out, jerking his hind legs a little bit against the restraints as he felt the orb pushing itself inwards.

It was pressure that was building deeper inside of his depths as Elia let out a series of high pitched noises, her body was shuddering beneath him as she began to push the egg into him. Slowly and steadily he stretched wide, swallowing around it while it seated itself deeper inside of his passage. The pressure turned into an ache that caused him to choke out a series of short noises, his jaws tried to open up against the muzzle while he swung his head about wildly. His ragged noises were starting to become more wild as the egg pushed itself into his slickened ready body. Pushing thorugh the narrow passage and forcing the walls to open up to swallow around the girth.

It was too much, he'd never felt anything like it as the queen let out a sound of relief and pleasure both when the next push forced the egg deeper, packing it into his passage until he was straining around it. His toes spread open wider, trying to brace himself any way that he could. His breathing became heavy and short while he pushed to try and dislodge it, but his muscles wouldn't obey him. Whatever the potion had done, his body didn't obey him, he couldn't make it push as the orb began to push deeper into him and he felt the glistening line of wetness coated around him. The dragoness sighed out as the thick wide push of the orb slipped in deeper into his walls.

There were small spasms that ran through his passage, the movements gripping and trying to work around the orb as he felt his own stomach starting to grow a bit wider. His panting breath turned ragged and shallow, loud in his own ears as he heard the noises of the female coming out while the egg fully seated itself inside of him. It was pushing itself in deeper inside of him as the next push of the egg started to sink into the opening of that tender pucker, making his body tense a little while the second egg started to split the mound open wide.

It was so warm, so incredibly hot feeling, growing worse by the moment as he felt the slender point of the egg piercing into him. His inner walls stretched and gaped open wider, suckling and pulling along the depths. The orb was pushing into the heat that slid inwards with a smooth caress, it tugged and made his body ache further. It was too much, the pressure was starting to cause small twitches and quivers ripple through him as his belly was pushing outwards with the second orb. He twisted and contorted, struggling against his restraints as the overwhelming sensation of fullness was pushing through him. He was choking on the sounds and feelings, stomach tensing strangely.

The wetness pushed through him, slippery and easing in the orb that was bloating his lower belly while he tried to get free. He didn't want this! He was horrified, humiliated, feeling his lower belly starting to ache and feel too full, and not just with food as the orb pushed through him. The dragoness strained as the widest point of the egg split his walls open again, the tight ring swallowing up and over the egg that drove into him. He gave a twitch and tremor, his eyes squeezing shut while he tried to find a way to get away while the third egg began to emerge from the plump depths of the dragoness above him.

They were hard shelled, not enough give for him to have any relief as the third one began to push itself into the heat of the inner walls. They were splitting wide, his stomach started to ache painfully as the slow smooth glide of the third egg ran through him. It was the ache and stretch, his panting breaths came out louder as he jerked his head back against the restraints. He could see the swell of the massive stomach against him starting to shrink, but it wasn't disappearing, it was sinking into his depth. It slipped through him, glutting further inwards, pushing his belly scales open wider and wider. His belly bloating with the heavy orbs, he could feel the weight pressing inside of him as his queen let out a low throated churring noise.

It was too much, he was trying to kick free, twisting his hips back and forth before a fourth egg began to pry him open again. The stretch and strain caused a burning twinge to run through his body as she moaned out. Elia was panting shallowly, the sounds came out shallowly while the back arched against him and he felt the hips rolling back and forth. Her mound was spreading for him again, kissing against the glistening opening of his tail hole and splitting him again, it was too much, he couldn't handle this. He muffled a pleading noise in the muzzle, trying to beg with his eyes as he felt his stomach bulging upwards again, splitting wide to hold the next orb. How many were there? Gods...how many could one owlgon possibly hold inside of him?

~ ~ * ~ ~

It was nearly dawn when the eggs were at last pushed into the depths of Krown's stomach. There were so many he had lost count, his body shaking and exhausted, so weighed down that his stomach was bulging high above him so he couldn't look down to see his hind legs. It was lost, just a large stomach that was outlined with the heavy eggs that were standing out in painful relief. He tipped his ears all the way back mortified and frightened by the sight, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had been forced to take every last egg from his queen until he was filled up to the point of no return. He felt as if he were going to be sick, his stomach was strained open to the point that he was going to burst.

His body was lost in the sensations that rolled over him, floating over his thoughts mercilessly as he was left struggling under the weight. He was panting shallowly, recovering as best that he could, but how could he recover from something like this? He whimpered softly, the sound spilling from between his lips while he realized that he was being watched closely by the king and queen. Her body was once again trim and light, no longer dragging her stomach against the ground, the relief obvious in her bearing as she leaned against her king.

"You see? You are more accepting than you first thought yourself." Navros rumbled in approval, the large dragon licking his lips a little bit. "Truly, you were the best choice."

"Mmmf..." Krown paddled his hind legs weekly, yanking against the leads while he felt his overly full stomach wobbling.

He watched them both, trying to keep his eyes fixated on the pair, but his gaze kept sliding towards Navros. The broad wings were folded against his sides as his ears were pricked up high on his head, but that wasn't what made him stare. The white underbelly showed a glistening pink member hanging down, full and heavy. The arousal had been there from the start of things, but now he was staring at the weight of it swinging down heavily with a slow sway back and forth. It showed the pegasus breeding perfectly, equine in nature with a series of little ridges that ran right along the underside.

It was obscenely large, not at all the size of his own blue length, it was frightening looking while there was a little flex and twitch upwards. The tip was blunt, not tapered, broad as it was glistening with precum messily, dribbling down along the underside. The syrupy mixture was dribbling down along the dimpled tip, running lower before his cock dropped back down again. He didn't want to see his King watching him with lust in his eyes, the arousal plain to be scene as he ran his tongue along his queen's neck. The heated touch made her shiver and arch into the attention, flicking her wings lightly while the touch made her shiver. He had never wanted to be in a situation like this, never.

"They still need to be fertilized, of course." Elia said, her muzzle tipped down with a tired smile. "The potion is already working to make them ripe for that."

"So eager?" Navros rumbled and licked her again. "You are right, far better it is a male, I would never want a female as I want you."

"Of course not." Elia preened with pleasure, arching her back a little bit and then sliding against him. "Go, give life to our clutch, my love."

"NNNFF!! RRRFF!!" Krown shook his head back and forth wildly, eyes flashing with an edge of fear.

Navros let out a rough sound of pleasure as the massive drake padded forward, his ears high up and nostrils flared wide. He was starting to twist around, yanking a little bit, when suddenly the chains loosened around him. The servants were releasing him, letting them slide from their rings so that his head was able to jerk up from where it had been positioned right against his forelegs. He didn't stop to think about it, instead he rolled over awkwardly on his heavy stomach, his legs paddled wildly as he tried to get them to work, but his stomach was too large, too heavy. It was straining and swollen wide as his hind legs couldn't reach the ground, his stomach was too large and too stacked up with eggs.

He was rolling and waddling, his attempts to get free rattling the chains as they fell down to the ground, loose and free while he tried to pump his wings. They couldn't move right, he was too large while Navros rumbled laughter. The massive white drake padded forward with a flick of his tail, nostrils flared open wide as he sampled the air lightly. Krown couldn't get away, he couldn't get away, he was trying his best, but as he strained with his foot paws towards the ground he only rolled forward. His lips gaped open wide with a groan and his king padded forward with a rich purring sound.

"Oh come now, you get to be taken by your king, truly it's an honor." Navros drawled out and came close enough a heavy paw slid right down along the line of the heavy belly.

"Please!" Krown yelped out as the male's cock actually flexed up with a bounce that squirted a bit of precum against the line of the underbelly. "I.. please I don't want this!"

"The eggs are already in you, it would be a shame to make them waste, you know. A terrible shame." Navros growled the words, his voice edged in lust while Elia sprawled out on a bed, her eyes watching carefully.

The owlgon let out a whimpering sound as suddenly there was a push against his back, the head slid right along the line of his spine with a caress that traveled the line of his back and towards his wings. The delicate stroke shocked and made him writhe in place, his tail crashed back and forth with a series of wild flings, but he couldn't get away. He was too large, he could barely touch the ground with his paws as his King's rumble filled his ears and the weight of a forepaw pushed up and along the line of his back. The curl ran against the line of his haunch, his shoulders, sweeping backwards as the weight pushed down harder against the line of his spine.

It was too much, his body was shaking in place as the heavy white dragon reared up to pin him down on his bloated belly. The egg filled drake let out a ragged sound, gaping his jaws wide as he sucked down a breath and panted it out again. He tried to roll away, to throw the weight off of him, but the forelegs were wrapping right along his ample haunches. He could feel the orbs bulging to either side, gathered together while he let out a shrill noise as the heavy weight of the cock actually slipped right along the line of his tail. It was hot and wet feeling, smearing and rubbing upon him firmly as the weight rolled backwards.

It was massive feeling, making him shrill out in a high pitched voice, his wings flapping wildly before there was a push that ran the line of the cock right against the side of his tail. The tip twitched upwards, splattering out a hot roll of messy precum and then pulled backwards again. It was a smooth stroke backwards, rubbing along him with the ridges catching against the base of his tail. It was too big, making him contort himself as his tail lashed back and forth wildly. Krown tried to squirm away before there was a suddenly clutch of the jaws that closed down against the nape of his neck in a mating grip.

He'd never imagined feeling another drake holding him this way and his eyes bulged a little as there was a flex down that forced him to hold still. One foreleg moved down so the paw caught his tail and pushed it up, lifting his aching anal ring open with a small twitch. He jumped in place, letting out a ragged noise of shock as the heavy slimy cock pushed under his tail, rubbing with a forceful stroke that suddenly trailed right down against the taut anal ring. The messy trail sent out a stream of wet hot precum that slathered right against the glistening opening to make him jump in place a he felt the weight of prodding against him.

"WAIT! Wait wait wait!!" Krown yelped out wildly, trying to get his swollen body to move before the cock tip gave a powerful nudge forward.

Krown yelped out in a high pitched voice as suddenly the tip began to drive into his passage with a thrust that rocked through his body. His already aching walls swallowed around the dragon's massive shaft as it stuffed itself home and the drake growled out his pleasure. His hips rolled forward, pushing forward further, inching his way in through the walls that began to feel the twitching length jerking upwards. It was too much, too thick, pushing forward with a wild plunge that took his breath away as the tip sank forward. He could feel it working through him, ridges plucked and forced inwards with wet popping noises.

His inner walls clamped down, he was clutching around the equine-like shaft and felt himself being pushed down harder. The eggs were shifting themselves inside of him, small twinges that shocked him, making him feel dizzy and strange. He was having problems breathing properly, his jaws spread open wide as the next hot flush of precum drove into him before there was a slow draw backwards. The ridges popped free, one after another, tormenting him so that he was twisting in place. They caught at all the right spots, stimulating places that left him gasping, unable to catch his breath properly.

It was painful and pleasurable, both sensations warred against one another, making him whine out and squirm. His stomach was pushed down so that the eggs shifted strangely as the larger drake drove home, the thickest point of the base began to push its way all the way into him. His channel was opening up wider and wider, stretching so that he was clinging along the twitching length. The ridges pushed in deeper, pressing down right against the rise of his prostate and shocked him into writhing in place. His own cock began to push outwards under that pressure, feeling how it slipped into him with a slow roll and plunge.

The king didn't stop there, he bore down with a powerful drive that suddenly drove the tip right into the depths of his body. It was sinking in among the eggs, shifting the weight around inside of him before the dragon dragged backwards again. There was a smooth stroke that caused him to suck down a breath and then choked it out again. His toes curled down tight against the ground while he moaned out and he felt more of his cock sliding free. He flushed, humiliated and confused as he felt the weight of the blue flush sliding along his egg swollen belly. He was helpless to stop that reaction as the ridges dragged through him, keeping him stimulated.

There were wet noises, slurping and shifting with a trail of precum that was churned inside of his body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt as the tip drove forward with a drive that sank the tip in against the eggs again. It shifted them, making him feel the rippling against his stomach, his muscles were tightening as the heavy cock began to glut him at the apex of each thrust. His anal ring was stretching open to the widest point, he was struggling to hold it, every twinge and contraction worked against him as he clutched around the spire. It was too large, too much, and his own body was quivering in place as he let out a series of short pants.

The owlgon whimpered out when the hips drew back again, drawing backwards with a smooth caress that slipped inch after inch free. The next tightening of his walls began to work over him with more eagerness, he couldn't stop it as he felt his own cock rubbing against his stomach. The weight of the dragon pinned him, holding him in place as the forelegs gripped tightly and dug the toes down with a squeeze. The little drag that moved backwards, running over the edges while the hot breath ran along the nape of his neck. The teeth resettled, holding him and refusing to let go as he let out a ragged cry. His ass was being pushed up into the air, forcing it higher while he felt the twinges running over him. It was electric sparks of pleasure that built it up higher and higher.

He was shaking, trembling in place while the drake bore down against him with a series of movements that drew the length back and then hilted once more inside of him. The vent was opened up wide, holding him tightly as the owlgon whimpered out and squeezed his eyes shut. The pressure was building, working through him, sliding backwards and then pushing home once more. The movements steady and refusing to release him while his paws dug down tightly against the ground. His jaws opened wide, gasping out and then swallowing again before it started to work through him once more.

It was building to a crescendo, there was no stopping it as his forebody was pinned down tight to the ground while the eyes flashed wide. The paws dug down against the orbs, shifting them, rolling them about as the snarl began to roll up from low in Navros' throat. It was spilling out in a hot rush, flushing out in a rush of a low moan, a humiliating sound as the ridges began to catch inside of his body. He gave a jump and writhe in place as he felt his stomach begin to tighten strangely. Krown was crying out loudly, panting wildly and whimpering before his king drove home with a rough plunge.

His head jerked up high, his jaws opened up and there was a tremor that began to trace down the line of his spine. The king released his neck, not out of pity, but to roar out his pleasure as the cock began to twitch and quiver, heaving upwards and drooping back down again, starting to work inside of him as the first hot rush of cum bubbled up from the depths. It was rich and creamy, flushing out in a streamer of heat that poured deep into the depths of his egg swollen belly. It was too much, creamy and heavy while it spread inwards towards the waiting orbs, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He felt his cheeks flush hot red, his stomach was tensing up and clutching down tightly.

No, his body wanted it, his body started to contract and squeeze, milking along the cock greedily. He was suckling and pulling, trying to draw more and more into the depths as there was a flush that coated the eggs themselves. The magic and the potion worked against him, it was covering him as he paddled his hind legs. He could barely draw his toes against the ground, it only made him roll a little bit on his too swollen belly as all that rich virile cum poured into him. He was overrun with an eruption of wriggling sperm, millions of them spreading out into the heat and depths of his body.

There was no stopping it, he couldn't think, Krown's mind was overrun in the heat as he felt the wide spread shaft twitching up and dropping back down again. The tip was seated in deep inside of him, resting in the midst of the eggs while the white paws ran down along his sides. It was a tender caress, gentle, sweeping down the length and rubbing lightly so that they were feeling out every one of the bulging eggs. The gentle touches deliberately palming and rubbing so that he was forced to feel the warmth spreading in deeper so that those orbs were coated in the mixture. There was no escaping it, the magic was already working against him as he let out a ragged little whimper.

"So dramatic." Elia purred softly, amusement lilting in her voice as she spoke. "Extremely dramatic, really, you're going to be so well rewarded for being our brooder."

"Rrrph... very well reward." Navros grunted and the stallion shifted, stirring and shifting with a squelching noise that pushed out a rush of wetness, the creamy mixture dribbled downwards. "After all, you're going to spend much time in our private apartments."

"Indeed." Elia curved her neck and padded close enough that Krown felt a stroke of a paw trace under his chin, lifting his hips higher in the air. "You'll need to be bred at least several more times to make sure that you are well and truly fertile."

"Please..." Krown whimpered and then gasped as the hips gave another shove forward, sinking the tip just that much deeper. "I.. . oh god...."

"Don't worry, Krown." Navros sighed out, letting the weight rest right down against the curve of the spine, making him feel the eggs shifting in side of him. "You're going to enjoy this, after all... What servant doesn't want this touch of their King?"

Krown couldn't let out a sound except a trembling little pant as the hips shifted once more, the paws flexing a little bit around him. He couldn't escape, there was no where he could go, nothing he could do. He was trapped in the sensations of being a well bred drake, something that he had never imagined being possible. His new role in the royal household.