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The Fens of Meramor- these marshy wetlands were characterized by a native, unique plant that grew about a foot high, topped with a fuzzy, reddish-brown tuft of fiber with a thick, edible center that was a powerful natural fertility booster- and a delicacy for many monsters and people. Dilapidated houses and hastily constructed huts were spread across the Fens, the product of several different attempts to settle the area, quite a few buildings showing different styles of architecture- though they were all abandoned now.

Many different types of dark beasts walked these lands, searching for food, grazing on the rich plant and animal life, taking shelter in old houses and under broken walls. It's not uncommon for tales of foragers trying to collect some of the unique plant going missing, or coming back changed- dominant, sexually charged, or even swollen with another creature's babe.

It was these Fens that two adventurers found themselves at, on a quest from the Lady of Reyan, to clear it of monsters and prepare for another attempt to turn it into a hospitable place. She wanted to start farming these aphrodisiac plants, to turn a profit, so they were at least supposed to return with some of the fuzzy tops and seeds.

Mazurek is a lizard so large and muscled that the first impression many take is that he is a monster himself. At his tallest, he stands thirteen feet, with two sets of arms and stacked pectorals that are each capped with a notably effeminate teat-like npple, leading down to a solid twelve-pack belly and a heavy, swaying sack full of virile nuts with two dicks resting on top of them. A tail, long as he is tall, sprouts from his lower back, the top covered in a webbed frill that begins just behind his brow, travels all the way down his spine, and terminates a foot from the tip of his tail, which tapers down to a thin point. His hands and feet, large,clawed, and webbed, are practically the only weapons he needs- though he carries a sharp handaxe with a crude, bone haft. Part black dragon, part iguana, the muscled male has pitch-black, scaleless skin, and has brown eyes, and wears nothing more than a loincloth, which may just be a sheet hastily cut to size.

His companion, Alkain, is closer to average size, standing over half as tall as his friend, at seven feet. At first glance, one might assume he's simply a scaled fox- canine features are dominant, with a pointed muzzle and a soft nose, as well as large, triangular ears atop his head. Instead of fur over his body, he has scales, running bright red along the outside, with blue scales taking over the spots where you would typically see a fox's markings- running down the sides of his snout into a standard fox's mask, down his neck and over his chest and belly, while also running over the front of his legs in larger, protective scutes. Sharp, pale yellow eyes look out over the Fens, deciding where to go first. He's dressed better than his friend, too, wearing decent robes, with a sword sheathed at his hips, a thickly bound book resting on the other side, clasped on for easy access.

The two reptilian men head towards the fens, their feet soon squishing on wet, soft ground as they approached the first landmark of the area- a large house, mostly intact, with the only openings being a caved-in spot on the roof, and a locked front door. They move in closer to inspect it, each of them taking one area for inspection.

Mazurek took the roof, standing up to his full height. It was still a foot or so taller than he was, but from his angle, he could glimpse dark shapes and something moving inside- some of the creatures they were sent to kill, most likely. The wood beneath the opening was rotted and thick, soft enough, but dangerous. "I could tear down the wall, I think. Pull away some rot, but it would be a small opening, and they would be able to easily attack us."

Alkain, in front of the door, nodded. The draox was inspecting a few sigils on the front of the door, added sometime in the last couple of years- which was strange, since no one should have been around here in that time, no settlers had been sent for at least five. The markings were inscribed on a large, metal disc that was set in the center of the double-doorway, and seemingly kept it locked. Closer inspection made him think it was magic, holding it closed until some set of criteria were met. Arranged so that each sigil was in a third of the circle, there was an icon of the local plant, with the fuzzy top, a second with two figures having sex, and a third of someone with a swollen belly.

Alkain arched an eyebrow at it- it was fairly easy to put together, he thought. They must be sequential. Everyone knew that this cat-tail like plant increased fertility- he couldn't understand why this ward was set up to stop them until one of them was pregnant, but so be it. "The door won't let us through until we've fucked. Seems like whoever set this up was rather perverted..." Mazurak sighed- He'd gone through the process a few times before, and he... Was still unsure about it. It may feel nice, but it certainly wasn't masculine in any way.

He stepped over, feet making large splashes in the thin layer of water, to find Alkain already chomping down on one of the fluffy ends of the plants. Mazurak grumbled down at him, while the draox looked up innocently. "What?", the smaller male asked, earning a huff.

"You just assume you'll be the top? I'm twice your size."

With a wink and a smile, Alkain patted the big lizard on his black thigh. "We both know you prefer being on bottom. We're here for a job, so let's just try and get it done quick, alright?"

The iguana-hybrid sighed, and turned around- fine, they'd just get it done. He fell to his knees in front of the house, claws on the stairs leading up to the building. His muscular, broad rear was at just the right height for Alkain to plow, without being too inconvenienced. The draox felt warm, the flesh of the plant working quickly in his gut. He put his hands on Maz's hips and panted as his nuts started to ache behind their cloth coating.

It started to add up, bit by bit, feeling rather like a vacation where you're stuck with family and don't have any private time, feeling the need to cum grow over days and days- except for Alkain, it was increasing second by second. In their red pouch, he could feel his skin grow taut, like the orbs were swelling with unspent seed, his pants growing tighter by the second. He whisked away the back layer of Maz's loincloth, exposing a powerful rump, the lizard's massive, dangling balls, and a nicely positioned feminine slit, settled right above the taut skin of Mazurek's orbs, and below his tight pucker.

Alkain fumbled quickly with his pants, undoing the catch on them and letting them drop right before it got to be too much to bear, letting a heftier than usual sack out. The scaled puch rested atop his thighs, filled with heavy nuts and sloshing seed, his prick pointing its way out of his sheath. Small compared to Maz's twin monsters, Alkain's shaft was still mighty compared to most, red and imposing, sticking out from his groin for a solid foot, including the fat knot he had at the base.

The shaft drooled as the pressure increased in his balls, the draox able to see them visibly swell! "Hgn! I gotta cum before I explode," he panted, seizing each side of his large friend's ass. Half hard, his member was throbbing, lifting up further with each pulse, slowly rising to stiffness even as the hybrid squeezed the iguana's skin, slapping his length against those giant balls, sliding his leaky tip along the skin until he could feel it poking at the soft, damp flesh of Maz's slit.

He thrust forward, sending those growing balls swaying, his pointed tip catching on the side of that cunt with his over-eager thrust, only to slip and slid off, the mostly-hard cock giving a hefty spurt of pre against the lizard's thigh. He pulled back for a second attempt, Maz boredly leaning forward on the base of the house, both cocks flopping gently in the wind.

This time, he was more successful, his canine shaft pungling deep into Maz's hole with a wet squelch. He tensed and groaned, his red thighs quivering as the tight, wet tunnel of flesh squeezed around his length. It wasn't much for the larger man to handle, since being that size came with a few perks in that department. It'd take a truly huge shaft to stretch him out... Not that Alkain's wasn't pleasant.

Alkain's second set of arms reached below to squeeze and lift Maz's orbs, some part of him wondering what they'd turn in to if the lizard ate this fruit, and if he'd even be able to walk. Alkain pounded in until his enlarged knot squished against Maz's lips, and pulled back, settling into a fast, no-frills, efficient rut. They weren't supposed to be doing this for pleasure, so Alkain just rammed away, trying to get off as quick as possible to fulfill the markings on the door. Though, the thought crossed his mind, would it really be so bad if he had to take a few attempts to fill Mazurek with eggs?

The magus quickly lost himself in his fucking, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the body of his partner, his cock pulling halfway out, just so he could send it in again, length twitching and throbbing, while clear fluids ran out of Maz's slit, and over his lifted balls. Alkain felt the pressure rising quick, his shaft growing more sensitive, knot seeming harder and fuller. He slammed in one last time with a grunt, his bulbous knot popping right in, as his shaft started to unload.

For a 'smaller' guy, his load was certainly prodigious, his cock spurting out hefty lines of white jizz, which quickly filled up his friend. The lizard's belly soon had a slight swell to his belly, and that was around where Alkain's orgasm usually finished. It was weaker than it had started for sure, but the draox was still stuck in ecstasy, member pumping out shot after shot.

When it didn't end a minute later, Maz pulled free, the knot popping out easily, followed by a line of jizz so thick it ran like a waterfall out of his cunt, and over his balls, dripping to the ground. Alkain fell on his ass, watching as his cock pulsed adding cum to the water of the Fens, with no distinct sign of stopping. His eyes rose from his cock as something metallic clatters on the wood in front of him- the circle fell off.

Mazurek stood while Alkain continued to cum behind him, and though a low heat had blossomed in his midsection, the embers of arousal rising, it was still fun to watch Alkain shakily stand to his feet, wobbling forward with each step as he tried to do his duty while under the influence of an ongoing orgasm. The lizard stretched, and went for the door, readying his handaxe. Alkain hopefully wouldn't be too much of a hindrance, since the groans meeting the black male's ears made it sound like he was still going.

Maz opened the door, to reveal the rotted and partially destroyed innards of the home. Swaying in the wind were long, flowing tapestries that were barely holding together, which must've been the moving shapes he saw earlier. It was one large room, with pews leading up to a little altar- some sort of church, apparently. Atop the alter sat a box, with garnished silver edging, and a latch held down with some sort of small padlock.

There were no enemies for now, so Maz let his grip on his axe loosen. The lock was nothing to him- the large, half black dragon, half iguana merely had to work one of his fingers into the padlock's curved top, and with a flex of his muscles, it popped open, wrenched free of the locked position. Alkain stumbled in behind him, resting against a wall, panting heavily. Even now, the soft splurts of draox seed hit the semi-firm wood below, drenching it further in liquid.

Inside the box laid two rings, one copper and one brass, each inscribed with different sigils. "Looks like someone's valuables. Here." Maz tossed the brass ring to Alkain, where it bounced off of his shoulder and landed on the wooden planks below. He shakily got on his knees to pick it up, huffing as yet another jet of white cum left his member. Mazurek held one to his finger, thinking it would be too small- only to see it increase in size until it'd be a nice fit. Must be magic!

Magical items were of great worth, and often essential in dungeoneering, so he slipped the ring on. It tightened down to a snug fit on his finger, and he held his hand away a bit, inspecting it further. The wood creaked beneath his feet, but he thought nothing of it at first, since the house was old and the wood weak. It wasn't until Maz felt something starting to wrap around his ankles that he figured something was wrong. He looked down to see black, wet tentacles rising from the boards- this was a trap! He tried to leap away, but the tentacles entwined around his legs in a flash, keeping him firmly rooted. They seized his wrists next, and started to pull him towards the ground. "A-Alkain!" He yelled for his friend, but the Draox seemed to have issues of his own!

Alkain had slid on the ring without even thinking to test it for magic, and no sooner than it was snug around his knuckle, his cock started to surge! Waves of hot pleasure ran up and out from his groin as he watched his cock start to swell to match his enlarged nuts, the white torrent of spunk increasing from his tip with renewed vigor. His claws dug into the floorboards as he moaned out loudly, tossing his head back. It'd been almost ten minutes of orgasmic pleasure, he couldn't even stand at this point, messy globs of his cum landing on his red and blue thighs, trailing off to the side.

It was a firm struggle between Maz and the tentacles- they had a firm grip, despite their wet appearance, and refused to let go. Muscles bulging, he fought with them, pulling up against the wriggling mass, winning only barely. He could feel the tentacles pulling against the floor, the weak wood groaning under his weight and his pull. But even still, the tentacles started to come back, their strength increasing. Mazurek's arms started to waver and quiver as he was slowly brought down, wood splintering between his toes as he was forced to his knees, tentacles holding his arms to the ground. They continued to pull, their slow, gentle strength yanking Maz onto his back, bit by bit, until his head was nearly on the floor, his back arched, mighty chest exposed to the air, with his hard, black nips pointing skyward. .

Once he was held, they started to crawl over his body, running over his dark flesh, wrapping around his balls and the bases of his large shafts. They found his recently-bred slit, and started to poke around there as well, despite his snarling and hissing. Alkain's cum still leaked from that cunt, and the tentacles seemed quite interested in that. One, then two, wiggled their way inside, their prehensile lengths feeling very alien and odd compared to a normal cock.

They wriggled and wormed their way into his deepest depths, pushing past his cervix and into his womb. At the same time, they wrapped around each of his phalluses and started to squeeze and stroke, pumping along his cocks until they started to rise up, pushing past his loincloth to jut into the air. He panted and huffed as the flames of arousal were stoked in him, the dual-sensation of being filled and jerked off at the same time wearing his resistance thin.

More and more tentacles slithered deep inside, spreading his cunt wider, pushing in as deep as they could and squirming about. He shuddered as he felt one of them inflate, swelling larger, rising up from the base of his tunnel and into his innermost parts, before something cool and wet poured into him. Maz groaned louder as the cool liquid washed over his fertilized eggs, suddenly speeding up their growth. They went from the barest start of new life, surging forward into small eggs, making his stomach start to swell out rapidly. His twin pricks leaked heavily, jerking and pulsing out in front of him.

The draox was stuck to the ground as well, though not by tentacles. His legs felt too weak to stand upon, his continual orgasm growing in strength as his cock grew, inch by inch, filling the gap between his thighs. Red, veiny flesh pushed out, millimeter by millimeter with the pounding of his heart. His seed seeped through the cracks in the floorboards, thick enough to continue to pool out until it washed back against his knees and shins, each pulse only serving to drive him deeper and deeper into debilitating lusts.

Just as he was wondering if he'd ever stop, the pulses started to slow, less cum pouring forth from his faucet of a cock, until it stopped with a few weak jets, his now oversized cock plopping down in the cooling lake of cum. Alkain panted as he slowly started to regain his senses. He saw Maz in duress, but he could still barely move, his body awkward and feeble. He could see the tentacles wrapping around every bit of Mazurek's body, the lizard's stomach swelling out further and further.

The skin of his abdomen felt tight, constricted, as the eggs inside him swelled steadily with whatever demonic corruption the tentacles were pushing out. They were getting worse, too, more tentacles crawling up from below, wrapping around his chest and sides, seemingly stroking over his belly. The lizard's pecs seemed to swell, too, the tentacles taking advantage of that by wrapping around them, squeezing until pearly white drips of milk flowed out.

The heavy, growing sensation in his gut, and his body being defiled in so many ways was having quite the effect on the male, both of his cocks throbbing powerfully as they were squeezed by the slippery, strong tentacles. It was all amounting to be too much stimulation, with the addition of his hole getting stuffed and stretched, goo leaking out to drip on the floor below.

Maz's twin spires pulsed, a fiery orgasm hitting him, nuts pulling up as cum blasted out of his pricks, layering the wall in jets upon jets of seed. With balls like Maz's, orgasms were sure to be messy, and it showed in just how much he painted that wall with, leaving it steaming and dripping, white goo clinging to the rotting wood.

Finally able to act, Alkain sent a bolt of fire at the tentacles, smacking their squirming mass, red flames clinging to their flesh. They went taut around Mazurek for a second, before suddenly retreating, pulling away and leaving him lying, panting and exhausted, on the floor of the church. The two of them took a short rest there, a good thirty minutes of sitting and collecting themselves, before Alkain started to awkwardly stuff himself back in his clothes.

Refreshed, and cleaned a bit from some water and rags, they took to exploring the room some more. Alkain searched the altar, while Mazurek tested some of the softer parts of the floorboards, wondering if there was anything beneath them. With the floor looking strangely scuffed near the alter, Alkain tried to shift it- and to his surprise, it moved! It slid to the side, revealing a set of stairs leading down. "This is odd. Maybe we'll find some answers or a lair down there..." Mazurek nodded to the Draox's words, and they prepared to descend.

The two light a torch each, and descend down the stairs, where light begins to fade away. "Not a lot of dust down here, and that altar moved fairly easy. Seems like it's been used recently." Maz made some good points about this, and Alkain had to agree. The stairs soon opened up into an underground cave of sorts, with dripping water coming from multiple cracks in the ceiling. The dark passage continued on, the pair walking down it until Mazurek stopped, putting a hand on Alkain's shoulder to halt him as well.

"There are eyes down the way, look." Sure enough, in the distance, two pinpricks of red, glowing eyes watched them through the darkness. They pressed on regardless, following the cave down, until they came to a slightly furnished room, with a wooden cot, a desk, and what could only be called a throne, since it was so massive. Atop it sat a thick, muscled dragon, with a chest and arms that bulged with years of training and natural prowess. Red eyes stared out at them from above a golden muzzle, where the tuft of one of the fuzzy plants disappeared between his lips.

Down from his chest, under chiseled abs, sat a fat, monstrous cock. Red and ridged, it extended out from his groin and hung over the edge of the chair, still only half hard. White pre flowed from its tip, unabated by pulses or throbs, flowing as if from a stream. His legs were massive still, and the hanging, golden nuts were godly in design, each one perfect and round... And quite full, if the churning in the room was any indication.

Silence was deafening, rumbling in their ears, as the only sounds were the constant stream of pre and occasional drops of water, mixed in with a soft rumble every now and again. "Well," the dragon called from his seat. "Get on your knees." A wave of energy hit them both- Alkain and Mazurek shuddering as an aura of lust seemed to wash over them, emanating from this man. The draox's improved length immediately surged against his pants, Maz's loincloth doing nothing to stop his cocks from pointing up.

They both shared arousal elsewhere, with Mazurek's feminine slit suddenly getting sopping wet and needy. Alkain, his more finely hidden, did the same, juices beginning to soak into his clothes. They each felt a compulsion to listen, to give in to the dragon, and follow his every command. Weakened by eggs and his swollen gut, Mazurek gave in almost immediately, sinking to his knees as his eyes tinged red. Alkain resisted, for now, stumbling to the side. He couldn't focus on casting spells, barely even standing as the dragon stood and approached.

His cock was truly a sight to behold, larger and thicker than both of Mazurek's put together, it swung in the air like a tree trunk, above jostling orbs. Alkain felt powerless to stop it, as Ky pushed his friend over, helping the lizard get on his hands and knees, ripping off the loincloth entirely to toss to the side. "He won't be needing that!" the dragon exclaimed. Alkain fumbled with his hands, forcing his pants down so his aching loins could be free of constraint, his length bobbing in the air.

Mazurek felt hot, lewd ideas running through his head. He wanted that dragon to do things to him most wouldn't speak of, and somehow, Maz just knew that he carried eggs for a purpose now- for the dragon. This batch may have some draox hybrids, but he could feel it in his bones that the future clutches would have golden scales. Being so large, Maz rarely felt dominated by larger men, but the dragon's overpowering presence and body had him hiking his tail up, out of the way so his already used cunt was on display, dripping with need.

Maz shivered, feeling the body of the large male slide over him, his massive length poking in between sweaty thighs and dangling nuts, reaching forward to rub over the lizard's firm belly. He huffed and groaned out as the dragon's sharp teeth nipped possessively at his neck, strong hands grabbing at his ass. "You'll carry far more than that tiny boy," the dragon rumbled, stroking slowly along the iguana's side, from ass and thigh, over his rounded belly, and back down again.

The dragon's flesh was warm and firm, when it rubbed along his back, and the cock rubbing against his chest felt positively hot, the wet pre smelling of cinnamon and fire. He needed it in him- he had to have it stretching him out, filling him with eggs... Mazurek was lost in his lust, giving in entirely to the desires of the dragon.

The beast pulled back, lining himself up with the lizard's slit. His cock, the tip large and flared out, seemed like it might not fit as he tried to force his way in. Maz hissed at first- it hurt! It was definitely the largest thing he'd ever taken, and without Alkain and the tentacles warming him up, he wasn't sure that it would have worked. When that broad tip did make its way in, Maz nearly melted on it. The ridges along it's girth, and the way it shot hot pre further in him was electric, nearly bringing him to orgasm already.

The heat from it warmed him up considerably, adding to the experience, making it feel like he'd never be cold again. The length plunged deep, making Maz's fat stomach ripple, the eggs inside tapping against each other as the dragon speared the adventurer. The deep, smooth voice spoke again- "Put his mouth to use, dragon." He sneered the word out, calling Alkain out on his impure bloodline.

He found himself stumbling over, body moving against his will, until he was directly in front of his friend. Mazurek's expression was... Well, pretty hot. It was hard to look at someone so engulfed in arousal and sex and not feel a bit into it yourself. His canine tip brushed against the iguana's lips, and Maz spent no time in swallowing it up, taking over half of Alkain's large member into his mouth and throat, sucking and licking as the draox attempted to keep his footing.

Maz heard a wet schlop from behind, and shuddered as he felt another ridge of the dragon's length push in to him, spreading him wider and wider. This was like nothing he'd had before, the cock filling him as if his slit were a glove one size too small, stretching and creaking over the massive invader. He just wanted more! That length went all the way to the end, reaching the wall between his womb and his tunnel, Maz moaning around Alkain's cock as it rested there for a moment, the lizard able to feel every drop as the cock inside gushed hot pre, splattering against the inner entrance.

The man behind him wasted no time in starting to pound away, pulling out and slamming in again, never quite fully hilting, despite being close. Maz's vagina clenched tight around it, as the first orgasm of what was sure to be many rolled through him, his limp lengths gushing seed upon the ground. His tongue wrapped and rolled around his friend's member, happy to bring him pleasure in this time of need. His head bobbed back and forth, swallowing every inch of Alkain's cock, just to let it free again.

"You're going to make a fine breeding bitch," the dragon crooned in Maz's ear, his tip battering against the lizard's cervix with each push. "I'm going to have you so swollen with eggs you won't be able to move. That's all you'll be good for, is just getting knocked up and laying my eggs. I'm gonna get a good, leather collar and just chain you to my wall. Fuck you until you're too full of eggs to continue, and start again just when you're free," he snarled.

Alkain watched his length disappear into Mazurek's throat, even as the horned, golden dragon spoke such terrible things. That was a bad fate, right...? His nuts ached and Maz's work on his length was impressive, so it wasn't at all long before he was bucking his hips forward, slamming his swollen knot into his friend's lips, groaning as the lizard guzzled down his cum.

Mazurek could feel the heat growing from the dragon's length, the pre coming more forcefully, flowing out of his hole. He knew the orgasm was coming, and he welcomed it, even while the canine shaft his tongue was wrapped around filled his throat. The dragon thrust hard, rocking Maz forward as his head forced it's way past the cervix, right into the womb full of fertile eggs. Hot cum poured forth in an astonishing volume, filling the lizard immediately, and making his stomach swell and rock, inflating with each push. He could feel the massive load rise from the stalk of his dominant's cock, flow up the cock, and into him, spreading his stomach wider and wider, until it swayed beneath him, nearly touch the floor.

The big male pulled out, letting the last few ropes of his load paint the lizard's back, Mazurek soon falling to the floor in a puddle of his own and the dragon's making. Alkain felt confused- his mind was a little clearer after getting off, the dragon's lustful aura weakened, for a moment. Should he run, get help, and leave his friend to his brood-mare state for a while?

No, he couldn't abandon his friend. The dragon... Deserved to be followed. Alkain's ears flicked, his snout dipping down. He knew, that if he stayed, he would end up just as swollen and egg-filled as Mazurek one day. The thought made his lower pair of lips moisten, and he knew he'd stick around to help care for his pregnant friend, until he himself was filled.