III

Inside the cave the sun rarely hit the end of the tunnel, only at midday at best, reason for which Hal chose that place as his favourite sleeping spot, since the quiet life and the lack of danger or other events made it all quite calm. Next to him would be Hela or Nala, most of the time both and Drak as well since the three were more one than anything else by now.

In this particular morning, he wasn't sleeping but dozing off a little, staring at the ceiling with an idle expression, none of his mates around at the moment: Nala was outside having a morning walk and Hela had retreated further inside the cave to have a bath in the pool. The quiet he was in didn't last long as Drak trotted towards him with the same gleeful expression plastered on his muzzle as every time he found himself alone with the bronze giant, already as hard as he could get like the other male. Hal huffed, releasing a puff of smoke that got lost in the musky air of the cave. The red male inched forward and slithered under Hal, trying to milk him for more heat than he already gave off.

"Hmm, so nice..." Any moment now Drak expected something to happen and ruin the moment, but for the next five minutes the only thing he heard was the sound of the occasional gust of wind, the heartbeats of the monster against his back and the calm sloshing sound of overly full testicles. Pressed between a strong underbelly and a harder cock he couldn't be more relaxed. "We are alone for once." Though male and bigger than the two sisters, he was essentially a runt in the family since the only ones who could accommodate his member were hooked on a far bigger one and left him to suck himself off more often than not.

"Seems like it." Once the situation was acknowledged, Drak didn't wait much more to get what he longed for and was regularly deprived of.

The red one turned around and faced the monster that was roughly as long as he was with hunger in his eyes, opening his mouth to lick and tease the mammoth of flesh in front of him, getting blasted in the face by well over a gallon of pre every few seconds or so as the factories behind it began to hum with activity. Hal hissed and craned his neck to get beneath the male's tail and inhaled sharply: the scent of unknown amounts of seed, dried and fresh, mixed with sweat and the musk of a male other than himself was extremely tantalizing, driving him out of the daze he had been in until the arrival of the dragon sucking on his tip.

Drak squealed like a happy child as he felt a tongue prod against his ring, hopefully preparing it for something else though completely unnecessary. With years of practice, every hole the three dragons had was stretchy enough for Hal to go right through without preparation but some never hurt. Receiving attention under his tail made him more eager than before and doubled his efforts on the cock in his mouth. With a sharp gasp Drak inhaled and pressed forward, jaw unhinging with relative ease as five feet of cock were pushed in and invaded his throat. The bronze giant hissed softly and let him do as he wished, paying more attention to the musky hole under his nose. His tongue lapped at the orbs dangling below and took them in his mouth, jostling with them inside it and forcing thick ropes of pre to be shot out from the red male's cock every second he felt his sack move in that furnace.

As Drak swallowed the tenth foot of flesh, Hal humped just a smidge and buried a couple more inside him, forcing the stomach to bulge out and fill with his own pre. The red male took one more breath and ventured forward along the twenty feet of cock that he had learned to worship more than his own ancestors. On the other end Hal kept sniffing at the long since ruined passage and marvelled again at his handywork. Needing more, he pressed his large muzzle against the loose ring and felt it spread with ease around it, a gust of muskier scent flooding his nostrils. Drak squealed as best as he could, wiggling his hips and clenching with little effect on the head invading his bowels, eyes rolling back when he felt a tongue lap at the smoothed passage and collect musk and residue of seed.

Another push and thrust and Drak was pressing his snout against sweaty skin and stretched like an oversized sheath over Hal's whole length, the scales of his neck parted so much they didn't touch anymore and his body screaming in pleasure from two ends. The bronze giant pulled out of his mate's tailhole and looked with a pleased expression as the ring quivered and shrank bit by bit and returned to just his fist's size. Drak braced for the incoming thrust that he knew was going to come but nothing happened for a long few seconds. His eyes searched for Hal's but the position made it impossible to do that and speak his concern or need to be fucked.

"Stay, I feel like keeping my cock warm for a while." Drak's eyes widened in a mix of excitement and disappointment: 'a while' in his jargon usually meant several hours and being used as a sheath for that cock was always nice but the fact that his tailhole was being neglected had to be factored in of course. "Hold on for the next hour or so..." He nodded or tried to do so as Hal slumped back on his side and hugged the smaller male with his paws, thrusting weakly inside his throat.

Minutes went by and Drak took every chance to breathe, getting good nosefuls of musk and sweat and female juices, from the day before no doubt, massaging the length with his body and idly stroking his own with his paws or letting Hal do it for him when he felt like it, always going on the edge and never actually reaching it. His smaller sack swelled in pent up need and Hal used it as pillow, smothering the orbs with his head and doing nothing but pushing the red male closer to release.

Half an hour later, Drak felt something deep inside his lover's body move and rush towards him and in seconds his stomach began to bloat with gallons upon gallons of urine, adding to the pre he had been pumped with. Though not able to taste the fluid, he knew well the actual flavour and the memory and feeling of it rushing inside his bowels was enough to get him to the long awaited edge.

"Not so fast." Drak squirmed and thrashed as all the backed up seed that was finally rushing towards the exit was pushed back in by an oversized paw pressed against his slit. "You cum when I want a drink or something else, got it?" The small male nodded slightly and sighed as the pressure in his cock built up to impossible degrees and then got down. His member was stretching over the limb plugging his slit and slowly returned to normal once Hal removed it. Other times he'd beg for more but at the moment he was just fine.

Once Drak was not much more than a giant balloon of waste and spunk, gut sloshing and raising him far above ground, Hal felt like he had teased him enough. With a few licks and prods here and there, Drak shuddered as he too finally came and emptied what had become two oversized gigantic five feet wide beanbags of all their content. Hal drank all of that, swallowing the impressive load with large gulps until there was no more. In one last boon, the bronze one pulled out the twenty feet he had kept warm inside his mate all at once and sprayed Drak in more spunk. The red of his scales faded under white streaks and soon what was left of him was a gaping mess that reeked and swam in a puddle of come as large as he was. Hal paid no real mind to him, with this being a normal occasion save for the lack of horny females by his side or screaming brats, he loved them but they were just so full of energy and always begging for him to play with them or to let them crawl inside him. Those last two he didn't mind at all even if walking with a few extra tonnes of weight in his sack wasn't exactly comfortable.

Done with his one male mate, Hal shook his massive body, flinging ropes of cum all over the place, walls and floor alike, to join older and slightly more fresh stains. A little bit deeper in the cave, he heard a very familiar moan as his other mates woke up from slumber, which meant he had to pay them a visit. Barely a hundred paces inside, his view was partially obscured by a large expanse of green scales to which a dragoness was attached. Nala had laid her two dozen eggs not long ago, but they hadn't hatched yet, that didn't mean that she didn't want to sire more for him and immediately after her lay, he had buried himself to the hilt inside her and sowed more within her chamber. The dragoness was impregnated on the spot and soon two dozen more lives were growing under the stretched layer of skin, but that didn't prevent him from putting a few more. Over the course of her third pregnancy, he had mated her so much that one day he felt her chamber a little tighter than usual, noting a little late that a few more eggs were growing along their older siblings. Seeing as he could do that and thoroughly loving the mere concept of it, Hal had never stopped breeding her, to the point that the original two dozen became three and a half, each and every one of them big and heavy. She couldn't walk anymore, she had to drag herself along the floor, leaving a trail of fluids behind, a little thing that made her even more enticing to the bronze monster. She was in that very same condition at the moment, her tail raised up and her limbs splayed on the belly that squirmed every few seconds. Hela hadn't been so lucky and her numerous attempts at being impregnated again were fruitless but pleasing nonetheless. Her young never failed to fill her up when she asked, making her feel like a pregnant broodmother every couple of days for a few hours as Hal fucker her maw and unloaded more spunk inside her belly.

He grumbled and mounted Nala, feeling the sloshing belly move under his weight and his cock spread her folds open with ease, like a knife through butter. She squealed and woke up entirely, instantly coming and squeezing down on his cock like a vice. Her walls quivered and were immediately flooded by come as Hal fucked her slowly and gently because he wanted to see her grow even more, bypassing the need to mate her senseless for hours. Roughly half an hour went by and he added several feet of circumference to her belly and likely a few more eggs as she came over and over. The waterfall of his seed splashed on his balls and sheath, waking up his children, those that weren't nursing from Hela's teats. Those few rushed to lap at their other mother's vent and venturing deep to drink his seed as Hal walked out to get some fresh air. The nubs of the black dragoness were almost permanently inside one of her young's hungry mouths whenever she laid down to rest or sleep and her breasts were always full enough for all of them, sometimes far too full, which resulted in her leaking milk wherever she walked, long thick trails on the rock that made her flinch and come on the spot often. The other female was on the way of getting her own mammoth breasts any day now, already the several nubs on her chest swelled and enticed the young ones to try and nurse from them but without much luck since she didn't lactate yet, her body was far too busy turning every gallon of spunk in it in new eggs and sustaining the mother. Hal couldn't help but want to see her swell even more, so much that her belly would lift her up and the mass of eggs would cause her to lay for days on end but for the moment he enjoyed seeing her like that.

He strode out of the cave for what felt the first time in ages and, thanks to the copious releases inside his mates, he walked without having to feel his cock bounce up and down, instead feeling it nestled inside his sheath. It was a rare occasion, with so many mouths to feed and holes to fill which made Hal welcome it. For once he could trot around and feel some measure of freedom in his life.

The sun shone on his scales and bounced off them and the beads of sweat collecting in the folds of his skin and sheath, turning them into small diamonds. A gust of wing strong enough to make him close his eyes washed the surrounding clean and brought fresh air, coaxing Hal to stretch every limb he had in the clear morning. He yawned and raised his rump high above the ground, tail standing even taller as small cracks and pops signalled a successful stretch just as another gust of wind, stronger than before, tickled his nethers. The air bathed in the scent of his tailhole and sack and carried it high up in the air, above the clouds and right where a large group of dragons hovered with angry expressions.

Flapping their wings in front of those scaly beasts were five gryphons, squawking and glaring with just as much anger and hatred back at their enemies. One of the furred creatures made to attack or gave the idea of doing so but the human on his back got a hold of the bridles and halted what could have been a very bad idea. A young dragon, yellowish with splotches of cream here and there, sneered at the mighty beasts that had clearly been tamed, flaunting his own freedom.

"Now Jasha, don't be rude to our friends and their mounts." A reddish coloured dragoness in the middle spoke with just as a condescending tone, making the sentence hard to bear for any of them. "So, what brings you humans and your noble birds here in our lands?"

"These aren't your lands, Gyllian, they are the king's and it has been made clear long ago. We had a war about that, surely you haven't forgotten about it, since you were there." The female snorted and those that were her subjects did the same, forcing the gryphons to respond in kind and put the humans on their back in danger.

"Please stop with the taunts! We are here just to warn you that further away there is a far larger unit than ours, dozens of riders and more down on the ground. You cannot hope to pass through them unobserved and you will lose against so many." Gyllian scoffed again but this time she zipped the others with a flick of her tail. She liked to tease and brag but for a small female such as her, barely over six feet and little more, making her stand far below the average of her species but as a female of high pedigree she had all the choices in the world when it came to males, they wanted something cute to protect, not a large creature that they had to work just to get to her vent. "What do you say?"

"I'm... grateful for the advice. I'll land with my mates here and settle down for a few weeks probably. In exchange for the, ehm, useful advice, how about sharing a meal with us?" Everyone went wide eyed at the incredibly unexpected offer, the gryphons being the first ones followed by her mates and then the humans. She herself was a bit unsure about the proposal but she couldn't risk having a pissed off feathered ass run and tell on her. "I saw some large deer roaming in that valley." The humans spoke for a little while, letting their mounts chime in every now and then.

"I accept the offer, we'll follow you." Gyllian nodded and flapped her wings to head to the valley when a gust of strong wind coming from down below hit her nose. Being of 'royal blood', as she claimed, her nose was far more sensitive and so she picked up a scent unlike any she had ever smelled before, deep, thick like syrup and so virile it made her tingle. Incredibly enough, all the creatures present with her noticed the scent as well, despite their inferior sense and all looked at each other with a confused expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I just smelled something... interesting."

The humans looked a bit confused and sniffed the air, finding that something weird was being carried by the wind but that was as far as they went. She cursed their dull bodies and duller senses, sniffing the air again and calculating where the scent had come from by years of experience in hunting and mating seasons. The other dragons weren't as pleased by the virile scent but had no choice in the matter, they were her mates sure, though held by the tip of her tail and used as she pleased. Being males they had no qualms as long as they got to fuck something every now and then without the need to search, and she was cute so it was a win-win scenario. The gryphons on the other hand, or claw, or talon as you wish, found the scent exotic and far more attractive than those boorish males since all of the mounts were females and the males were kept as war steeds rather than mere scouts.

The expanded group dove down and reached the ground in less than three minutes, following Gyllian who was very much in a rush to meet the owner of the scent. The wind suddenly stopped blowing and she lost the track she had been following but the entire place carried the smell all over, like the male had been marking it over and over for months. She liked the idea of a strong male, especially one that had good equipment and smelled good and picturing a mysterious dragon with his leg raised and pissing all over the place or even better, rutting, made Gyllian all the more interested.

"There's a weird smell in the air." The human in the lead finally got around to ask. "What is it?"

"A male dragon and a big one at that." Her words made them flinch and look worried. "It has taken this land as his own long ago and lives here now, judging by the way he marked the trees and everything else." She turned her head towards the humans and their mounts, noticing with a hint of pleasure that all those hens were just as engrossed in sniffing the grass and chatting in their language. It gave her a spark of pride, being able to share her species with such a productive male.

"Are we in trouble?" One of the younger men voiced his concern.

"No need to be, rightfully this is our kingdom's land." The commander of the unit reassured the recruit that had been assigned to him. "We just need to make sure that this... male gets that he took the land without permission. If he wants to keep it we might work out an agreement." Gyllian laughed in her mind at the prospect of a few scrawny humans trying to convince a dragon to work with them just for a hidden valley that not one of them cared about. "We might even get an ally." Now that was hilarious. The dragoness failed to contain a chuckle and caused the humans to frown but ultimately they kept their silence.

In that moment, all of the creatures, be it dragon, human or gryphon, heard thunderous step come their way and the closer they got, the more they resembled an avalanche or an earthquake. Everyone got on the defensive immediately: few things were as heavy as whatever was coming and even fewer were nice to smaller beings. Giants and Ogres were among the most violent and Titans put the scare in every creature that walked on the ground and the fact that all of these lived far away from anything civilized or in the sea didn't make it better.

Within moment something enormous made its way to them but not one could believe their eyes: it was a dragon, bronze as a spear polished to the limit, busting with strength, scales thicker and bigger than hands and well over fifteen feet tall. The tallest among the dragons in the group was Natak, a blue beast that reached eleven feet and was the strongest male Gyllian had ever met in her life but even him looked like a baby in front of this...

"Monster." There wasn't any other way to say that and not one failed to agree with the words of the young human.

"Now, that's rude to say to someone you don't know." From high above their heads the dragon spoke and the humans felt the thin plates of their armour vibrate along with his words. The gryphons puffed their fur and feathers in a futile attempt at looking bigger while her mates just shivered, knowing full well a swipe from that could tear them to shreds. "Good thing I'm in an excellent mood right now." Some exhaled in relief, still on the edge. The bronze monster was still half covered in bushes and broken trees but they could hear his body shift and sit down. "It's rare to have visitors here. What brings such an odd group to this land?"

"We were hungry." Gyllian knew to be honest, messing with that could spell doom. The wind picked up strength again and blew right in their faces, carrying a scent that was more like stench with it, thicker than tar and everyone understood who the male was. The dragoness paled and shivered: she had thought of mating with something like that? How? He could use one digit and that'd be enough to split her apart! "Sorry, your lordship."

"Lord? That's a first... I'm Hal." Pretty much everyone frowned at the weird name that felt terribly human. "You are?"

"I'm, I'm Gyllian and these are my mates." She presented them and they hurried to bow. "These are some riders from a human kingdom we met on the way." It was a tacit agreement that made her say that, better not mention they were going to fight over his land. The humans and gryphons bowed as well.

"Mates? How fun, I live here with mine and all of my young." Gyllian shook: there was someone willing to mate with him and even carry eggs? Another gust of wind hit her and her legs wobbled, assaulted by the scent.

Hal smiled as he saw that the lithe female was affected by his musk just as much as the others but his attention was caught by the hens next to her. He knew of the gryphons sure but it was rare to see them, though in Tuk there was a guy that got gryphon claws and a beak after eating chicken once. Hal got up and calmly walked over to the hens who trembled, shoving the humans aside with just his presence, craning his neck to sniff that their hindquarters. The poor hen that was chosen as sample shivered but once his musk got to her, she relaxed completely and went as far as pushing her furred buttocks against his snout.

At the same time, everyone else couldn't be bothered to care about her fate, whatever that might be, a dozen pair of eyes locked onto what lied between his legs. Natak looked at his sheath and the large melons in his sack and then at the bronze giant, not even able to move his head from the beanbags that were nestled behind a sheath that was as big as his head. He swallowed his pride just as he swallowed the thickening air and felt his arousal mount higher. Natak was proud as any male but he had to conceded that he had a small cock compared to Hal and the scent was enough to make him and all the other dragons get horny and spill out of their sheaths just as he was, which didn't help with his wounded ego. A feast of two feet long cocks at the summing of which stood his own at almost three was nothing compared to just that thick sheath.

Next to him Gyllian felt her loins ache with a need she refused to give in to: there was no way she would fall for that monster, no way... but he smelled so good she couldn't help but love him already. Her limbs moved on their own and her mind screamed not to get any near but her body was well beyond salvation now. In seconds her snout was pressed against the folds of his sheath and inhaling wave after wave of the thickest musk there was. A bead of something thick pooled at the edge of the sheath and formed a drop she rushed to drink, sending her mind into a realm she didn't know existed: her body sang with heat and need and the reluctance she had felt before was gone in the time she tasted that stuff.

Under the eyes of her mates, she pissed herself and lapped with energy at the fat skin hiding the monster responsible for the scent. A particular long lick took her too far and half her muzzle slipped in that sheath, pushed by the rest of her body that needed more and more of that viscous gold. The air inside was impossibly thick and heavy, burning in her lungs far more than her own fire. She wanted more. With another push, her entire head entered the protective skin and stretched over her thin neck until she found something hiding deep inside, something that sprayed her in that same syrup she tasted before. Hal chuckled and gave the snatch of the little hen a lick, letting his cock inch forward until the head of the dragoness was spat right out, coated in slime.

"How rude of you to try and get inside my sheath..." the sentence itself had no sense whatsoever but then again, neither did having his assets had any. "I'll have to punish you." She shivered and shrunk to a tiny ball of fear and scales, instantly escaping the effect of his musk, not one of her mates rushing to protect her as they should have, staring with their useless erection and drooling slits, not to mention the humans. They ran away and disappeared in the bushes, leaving behind their rides. "Now that was stupid, leaving behind you girls, especially since you all look so amazing." Contrary to their common sense and instincts, they blushed and fawned over the simple and basic compliment. "I'd love to have you here, permanently." Gyllian and the others moved to the side as Hal let himself grow out of his sheath, foot after foot of cock bared for the inferior males to see. "I always need something to fill and I bet my children will love using you as sex toys." The idea was downright horrible under any other circumstance but if he was this virile, how about his spawn? "I'd like to give you a proper welcome so get on it and start licking."

It wasn't at the level of a threat in any way whatsoever but it was clear that it wasn't up to discussion in any sort of way. Flushed with the need induced by the musk wafting from his nethers, the hen he had licked and nuzzled was the first to move, flaunting her soaked crotch fur as if it was normal for her to do so. Hal liked her, she already had the right mindset for living with him but instead of seeing the gryphon go for the drooling slit that had reached past his collarbone, she trotted and aimed for his nuts. The tiny tongue nestled in her beak was far from satisfying or enough to cover large portions but it was delicate and rough enough to tickle him, coupled with the nibbles it made for excellent grooming. Hal lowered his haunches and allowed better access to his sack and tailhole, pleased to see that she went for what was muskier or soaked in sweat.

The rest of the hens moved slower but surely and crowded around his spire, each giving a teasing lick as test and then going in with desire once the taste of the fluids perpetually soaking his cock when not in use. The dragons stared in some form of awe and fear, fear that was dispelled when two of the smaller males began to kiss and then break into a mad rut. The two had been relieving tension that way for a while now and had gotten close enough to each other that they didn't care about their opinion anymore and the musk in the air made it all easier. Gyllian looked away as she realized that the two were more attracted to each other than her now.

As the licks on his spire grew frantic and the hen under his tail got more and more aggressive, Hal felt that he could speed things up a little. With a quick action of his tail, the head of the hen was pushed inside his tailhole, stretching the ring with ease around the fur, the others uncaring of their friends being 'eaten' by the male, too busy wetting the ground with their need and passing from climax to climax. The lucky hen squirmed and delved further inside to get all the musk and clean the passage from all that was inside, finding not once speck of waste. Soon her tail and hindlegs were gone deep within him and Hal moaned in pleasure, full but not enough, not at all. His tail lashed out and grabbed another hen, slamming her against it until she got the cue and joined her sister in his rectum whereas the rest crowded around his tip as the throbs increased in pace and strength. The bronze monster roared and the dragons stared as his sack lurched upwards and shrank just a tiny bit as the five hens got blasted with white seed in amounts nothing on the face of the planet could produce. Dozens of feet in front were thoroughly coated in spunk and so were the heads, fur and wings of all the gryphons that had been tending to his erection like the good sluts they were. All of them came time and time again without end until the flow stopped and they flopped on the ground, soaked and white as their fur couldn't absorb any more spunk.

"As I said, painted white, well, two aren't but I'll see that later." The massive dragon shrugged and felt the hens squirm about inside him. They'd spend a few hours in there and then he'd push them out, hopefully stretchy enough for him to fuck properly, though the way they moved and the different weight and body they had was interesting to have in there. "Damn that feels good." With a lick he cleaned the last dribbles of spunk from the tip and only then remembered that there were others. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you were there." Gyllian breathed in deeply for the first time in several minutes when Hal turned his head towards them and then towards his nethers, inspecting his sheath and balls. "Well, I'm still full so I can maybe do that a few more times..." Every male paled, including the two that had just come down from their high after the best orgasm of their lives, though they still felt as hard as before. He had just come as much as they did in a year combined and he still had more to offer? Inferiority wasn't the best definition but that's what was constantly lowering their self-esteem.

"Hal! There you are!" The dragon in question looked up and saw a rapidly approaching Hela, moving a little out of her way so that she could land next to him. The black female shook the ground as she rammed herself into the giant and broke into purrs and nuzzles. "I came up from the cave and didn't see you."

"Sorry I was greeting our new guests." His tail pointed at the soaked hens and the smaller dragons who were now considering a hasty retreat in the sky but the simple pressure exerted by Hal was enough to deter them from attempting anything of the sort. Hela scanned them with a glance. The looks of fear changed into ones of sheer shock once more as soon as they saw was lied underneath the large female: unlike any proper dragon of any normal size, the black creature had four large and dribbling teats, leaking what seemed to be milk on the soaked grass. The pale black scales were stretched and the flesh wobbled with her every step, highlighting her curves and unnatural attributes. Still, they couldn't help but feel attracted to such a female. The orbs were almost the size of a man, certainly enough to hold one in and they sloshed, full, aching with backed up fluids. The scent of sex, fresh seed and milk coated her very being as if it had burned its way to her soul, strengthening the stench of musk in the air.

"They are small, especially between their legs." It wasn't her fault that her standards went from the relatively well-endowed Drak to Hal, which made her far more used to large members than the average female but that still hurt them. Natak dropped his head and sulked, secretly stroking himself under his belly as he stared at the mess and prayed to the gods to become like him one day. "Though the blue one seems decent enough." Natak felt weirdly happy to be recognised by the large female. "For a normal dragoness that is." Hela leaned on Hal and smiled, hinting at their relationship and the obvious consequences that came with being the mate of a monster. The two giants looked at each other and grinned as a plan hatched in their minds.

"Don't be so mean, they can still improve." Hal spoke casually and glanced at the males when doing so, especially Natak.

"How??" The provocation hit the mark faster than expected and the blue male jumped on his feet immediately, cock achingly hard after being exposed to so much musk and the show of utter dominance. If there was even the slightest chance to get near his level, that was a chance to be taken. "Please, I-I beg of you." Seeing their strongest companion rush to the giant's feet and lick them for just a chance, no, hint at getting bigger down there, they followed suit in milliseconds, lapping at Hal's paw pads and Hela's all the same.

At first they planned on licking them for a couple of seconds, showing respect and submission but once they got in range and tasted him, just like the hens, the mere lick turned into worship as four males explored the crevices of the two giants all the same, inhaling the earthy scent and cleaning them of dirt and spunk, four cocks standing proud and dripping more than ever.

"Look at that... Shall we give them that chance?" Hela smiled yet again and Hal nodded, making the begging dragons double their efforts, suckling on the smaller toes and whining in some form of deranged pleasure. "What about you shrimp? Want to get big and strong like me?" Gyllian breathed as little as she could to stay out of the monster's control but even that wasn't proving all that effective. Each breath was pure bliss and she still had that taste of pre in her mouth, making her question everything and consider giving up her position and devoting herself to him forever.

"Do I have another choice?" She prayed that she did.

"Well, I have twelve children that hatched as of yet, of which six are males, one has already got himself a slut to fill and that leaves five more so..." again she felt a chill ran through her spine. "I guess we could say that it's up to you, if you want to raise your tail for anyone or just one, but the first go is mine of course. Although if you get knocked up by me that makes you mine... or whatever, we're not picky in terms of holes to fuck around here." She thought for a few minutes and then she made up her mind.

"We'll see after."

"Alight, that settles it then." Hela actually felt happy to know that she'd get another female in the family though one that had a somewhat snotty air to her. The black dragoness giggled and spread her legs wide, tail raised and nethers presented to the lithe female. "Get in."

"Wh-where??"

"Oh, either will do I guess." They didn't really know if it would work but even if it didn't, she'd get off with her inside.

"You four have also two entrances to choose from." Hal chuckled once the words settled in and the males understood what other hole other than the mouth they had as option and even if weirded out, they didn't hesitate to fight for who went where, with Natak winning a spot in his balls and the two lovers into his mouth. Hal was already stretched enough by the two hens but he wanted to go further while Hela would enjoy a mild exercise. "Get moving."

The two males below him stared at the yawning slit with some reserves now that it was so close to them and staring back. Hal groaned and grabbed Natak's head and mashed it against his urethra, parting it around the large head of a male just a feet shorter than Drak and much more satisfying than his children to insert down there. The blue dragon lost any will once he inhaled the insane musk coming from deep within the tower of flesh that was as long as he was and far taller to boot, causing his legs to give out right when his shoulders were being pushed in by the eager male behind him. Annoyed by the slow pace, the greenish Tiamat huffed and headbutted the one stopping him from getting his share right under his tail. Natak shrieked and throbbed in pain for just a moment until the musky air burned stronger in his brain, probably rewiring a few neurons here and there in the process. The once strong male spasmed and spilled his seed on the grass, adding a mere ten spurts to the hundreds of gallons already present and giving Tiamat a devilishly delectable idea. Under the gaze of a pleased Hela and a somewhat annoyed Hal, the green dragon strapped himself as best as he could at the back of the larger male and thrust in his tailhole without as much as warning, forcing a squeal loud enough that everyone heard it through the flesh around his mouth. Natak tried to beg his companion to stop and help him through but the other male refused to hear reason and picked up the pace, delivering strong thrusts and caring little for any discomfort, a sort of revenge for all the times the blue one had stolen Gyllian from him with charm and soft threats.

The dragoness that once had control over them stared for a few seconds with a complex expression as Tiamat cursed and insulted Natak but her pondering was cut short by a massive rump pressed against her entire body. The sheer heat radiating from Hela's massive vent was something incredible and the scent she picked up was tens of times stronger than her own, mixing with years of dried seed and other fluids alike. Gyllian couldn't resist anymore and licked the soft folds with renewed strength and pressing her lithe frame against the muscled one of the black dragoness who barely felt anything and started humping backwards slightly to speed things up. In one wet motion, Gyllian was swallowed up to the shoulders by the steaming passage and squealed as the muscles around began massaging her entire head in a vice that promised more pleasure if only she went inside completely. Hela didn't stop humping, raising her hips and spreading her legs more in order to use that female as a living dildo, going all the way to her waist and then pulling up or pushing the reddish female out with her inner muscles.

The scene was something else entirely and even Hal, accustomed by these actions by now, felt a tingle that he hadn't felt in a long time. He opened his mouth as much as he could, allowing one of the two dragons still not half inside something to enter it with apprehension. The pale blue one was first to put his head into the trap that was Hal's maw and shivered when the teeth poked his scales just enough to spill a drop of blood, making the bronze male huff in displeasure and raised his head high in the air, jaws stretched to insane width and swallowing the occupant in one go. The remaining one shivered in excitement and jumped around as he saw his lover descend and bulge out the cavernous throat on his way down, splashing in a pool of jizz and piss that was the remnant of Hal's fun with Drak and his morning drinks. In another massive bite, the last dragon not engrossed in sexual action was sent to his belly and immediately went to work with the other one, their humping and mating cries forcing Hal to belch and shift. Hela cried in bliss and spasmed as the entire body of the red female was forced inside her chamber and curled up there, giving her an extremely gravid appearance that sent shivers down Hal's body. Not quite as big or squirming as with four of her children shoved up in there but the novelty of using a stranger as toy and then stuffing herself up with her was certainly helping. Tiamat roared and spilled his seed in the larger male's passage, pulling out to admire his work and then leaning in to clean it, sending Natak over the edge again and spurting the last few dribbles of spunk he had left. Hal growled softly and the two somehow managed to cooperate and slide down his urethra at last.

"Oooh, fuck me... that's a lot of dragons..." Hal couldn't stop looking at his extremely bloated form, four dragons strong plus two hens. "I don't think I can move... urrp." Another belch marked the senseless rut of the two lovers inside his stomach. "I might have exaggerated this time."

"You just need to get bigger." Hela suggested just as a joke, one that her family made every now and then when Hal complained about not being able to fit all of his children inside him when the requests got too demanding of him but as Hal roared and put on a foot of height, then two and then five, his entire form squirming and ballooning out she couldn't do anything but beg he never stopped.

Unfortunately for her, Hal stopped growing at twenty five feet tall, having put ten more feet in length and just as much in his cock, twice as thick and far more delicious looking than before. Her mouth watered as her mate cracked his neck and shoulders adapting to the new body in a few moments of quiet, relishing the feeling of fullness but without the extreme bloating. Now only the occasional paw or head mashed against his stomach or sack showed the presence of occupants. He took a step and the ground quaked under god knows how many tons of muscle, bone, scale and spunk he had on him.

She'd be scared if she weren't so aroused and Hal knew it. Hela turned around and raised her tail, feeling his breath over her neck and his even more massive frame looming all around her, cock swaying from side to side as it searched for her vent. He thrust ever so slightly and she screamed when twenty feet were jammed into her all at once, far more thick and hot than before but that wasn't the end of him now. Another push and the remaining ten joined the others, turning the strong dragoness into the same cock warmer that Drak loved to be. Through him she felt his throat let out a pleased rumble, one that Gyllian felt all too much as the already cramped space of Hela's chamber was made even tighter by his cock and flooded already by unknown amounts of spunk so thick and dense it knocked the air out of her lungs and felt like tar inside her, pre completely gone from the equation. Soon her world was complete white and blistering heat, topped by a low hum of a heartbeat that made her body shiver and thrum with it. Hela kept squealing and begging for more, attracting the attention of the rest of her family who wasted no time in reaching them.

Every child giggled and stared in awe at the new size of their father under whose belly the form of their mother was also growing to accommodate the even more insane proportion of his maleness, swelling with each thrust until her body supported him with relative ease.. The previously nine foot tall female turned into close to twenty in the span of two minutes, accommodating all of her mate with a blissful expression as buckets and rivers of fluids poured from her vent and onto her children who were playing in the mess they were causing. Among her vast changes, her teats were the part that had grown even more than her: if previously she had sported four large breasts, each bigger than a common man whenever her children left them alone for half a day, now they were as big as her own children if not bigger, nine feet wide orbs, each capped with a nub so big someone could hug it and bathe in the copious milk she leaked all over the place. Topping it all, she had gained a third pair, just as big as the others, rubbing so pleasantly against the other two that her production seemed to amp itself up by several times, spraying milk on her children with greater force. The six breasts wobbled and shook in a lewd display of maternity beyond what even gods could possess, just as Nala's own, but oriented in a different direction. If the black female had the capacity to produce milk that her species couldn't, the green one would tower on her with numbers and fertility. Hela did agree to feed the multitude of her mate's spawn, with how pleasing having dozens of mouths bite and nibble on some of her most sensitive spots, how couldn't she?

Hal roared loud enough for the sound to reach the nearby human settlements and scare the living crap out of them once he reached his climax. Even the most violent of his orgasms paled in comparison with his first shot, if only in volume, Hela instantly stretching and passing from orgasm to orgasm herself without end. Gyllian screamed and so did the two males in Hal's sack under the torrential flow of spunk around them, feeling their scales crack with the increased pressure and their forms melted into something else entirely.

In her chamber, eggs formed with incredible speeds and hardened in seconds, ready to be laid as soon as Hal pulled out from her passage just as inside his testes, the same thing was happening to Natak and Tiamat. The other four occupants of his body barely registered the event, busy tumbling in his stomach in a mess of limbs, cocks and piss. Close to half an hour of pure bliss later, Hal slumped to the side and pulled out, letting a river of seed wash away his children until they met the river and fell there, squealing in delight. Hela grunted and fell to the side as the eggs inside tumble and move straight at the end of her chamber, sticking to the walls and waiting there for the magic to happen. She was somewhat tempted to squat and push all of them out already but the feeling of fullness was amazing and the way they hit each other in her was downright addicting. Maybe she'd treasure those eggs within her forever, forever pregnant but for the moment she was an expectant broodmother again. Her twenty eggs spread her nice and wide inside, keeping her chamber full like she had longed for months.

On his end Hal was straddling his member and stared at the oozing slit. As big as he had ever been ever since the change, he rarely tried to fit his cock inside his mouth, mostly because someone else wanted to do so all the time, but since not one now could, he took the chance. The occupants of his stomach were flooded with more spunk and pressed against the fleshy walls as foot after foot of cock was crammed in Hal's throat, making him moan in delight. Under the stimulation of his self-pleasure, the two eggs in his sack started shifting around, pushed by the increased flow of come. Once his belly had bloated enough once more, Hal pulled out his member from his mouth and stroked himself to yet another climax as the pressure built up more and more due to the eggs blocking the way but soon the fluid won the war and shot out the two white hard masses in the air, tens or hundreds of feet away, immediately followed by a literal flood of total mess. Hela rushed to the front, mouth wide to latch onto his tip and drink his seed until full, shocked that even with that much inside her he was still coming. The entirety of her body was painted white over and over and as the dragon slumped on his back the mammoth stared at the sky and gushed for minutes on end.

Soon the area surrounding them was utterly soaked and scarred by his pleasure and his bigger mate's as well, his children lapping at the fresh and even more tasty come with eagerness.