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Amidst the tangled bodies in the bedsheets, a sleeping form began to stir. A dragon by the name of Cyrus roused from his slumber. His eyes blinked open, his pupils adjusting at the presence of light spilling into the room from the open window. It took a moment for him to get his bearings to realize where he was.

He was in the comfort of his own bedroom.

A light snore made his head turn down to see that he was not alone. To his left, was a nude dragoness. Her breast laid bare for him to see, her lower half partially obscured by the blanket wrapped around her form. To his right, was a male dragon, nude as the day he was born, and clearly having a very exciting dream based on how erect his cock was. They were Cyrus's companions from the evening prior, and given that he was the only one to wake early, they must have been exhausted from the previous night's activities. Carefully, Cyrus eased himself off the bed, careful not to wake his sleeping bedfellows.

He too was naked, but Cyrus didn't bother to put on clothes as he exited the room. A rumble in his stomach told him he needed to get some breakfast. The dragon walked down the corridor, the sound of his footfalls gently echoing across the stone floor. Light spilled from the windows, illuminating the path before him. Up ahead, a pair of guards were dousing the torches that lined the walls.

Upon seeing him, the guards turned to face him and bowed their heads. "Good morning Cyrus," one of the guards said, smiling at him.

"Good morning," he greeted back.

Neither was fazed at seeing the black dragon nude before them. It wasn't like they were wearing much either. The two guards wore the barest of clothing. It consisted of a brown loincloth, strapped to their waist by a yellow band. Its length only reached the middle of their thighs, barely concealing the impressive meat that hung between their legs. As for their upper half, their muscular chests were free to be seen, save for the large pauldrons that framed their shoulders. They were built strong and thick as a wall.

Compared to the master of the house, however, they were boys standing in front of a man.

Cyrus was a dragon that stood proud and tall. He had black scales that was reminiscent of the night sky. It was accentuated by a shimmer of gold on his belly. His entire frame had no ounce of fat whatsoever. What little there was only served to make his appearance both intimidating, and appealing. His chest had well defined pecs, and abdominal muscles that would make any male jealous. Cyrus's arms were of the same level, strong and wide, and could easily lift the heaviest of weights. His thighs were as thick as tree trunks. The flaccid cock on his crotch that pointed down due to its sheer weight made the penises of the guards look like thin candles. You'd think Cyrus's entire physique was carved by a divine being, but no, it was born from years of hard physical labor.

If the guards were built like walls, Cyrus was a fortress that could stop a hundred men and more.

The dragon bid the two guards farewell and continued onwards. He was still hungry, and the smell of something delicious directed his attention to the kitchen a few doors down. Cyrus pushed the door open, and entered. A dragoness was cooking at the stove, feeding the flames underneath with a log she got from the pile nearby. She briefly glanced to see who had come in. "Ah, good morning Cyrus," she chirped.

"Good morning, Violet," Cyrus replied back, making his way to the nearby table and plopping his ass on the wooden seat. "What's for breakfast?"

"Some freshly cooked meat, and loaves of newly baked bread," she answered.

Cyrus reached over to the stack of bread rolls in front of him and took one. It was still warm and tasted delicious on his taste buds. It immediately satiated the rumbling in his stomach. Violet eventually went over, serving him a plate of the meat she was cooking. "Anything else I can get you?"

The black dragon helped himself to his hearty breakfast. "Water please," he responded.

Violet then obediently followed, taking a jug of water from the side and pouring it onto a glass. She handed it back to him, to which Cyrus took it appreciatively. She then left the dragon to eat his breakfast, walking back to the kitchen to clean up the utensils she had used earlier. Cyrus eyes glanced at her figure, seeing that Violet wasn't wearing anything underneath the apron she wore. Her backside was in full display, jiggling with each step she took.

It was Cyrus who eventually broke the quiet silence between them. "Has Zane eaten breakfast yet?" he asked, helping himself to another bread roll.

"He has actually," she replied, wiping the knife she just rinsed. She then placed it onto its appropriate place and began cleaning a dirty plate. "He's just preparing for his morning classes at the moment."

The sound of the door opening made both of them turn their attention towards the door. A young dragon with light purple scales entered the room, wearing the typical garb of the dragons that attended the college. It was a simple brown robe that covered his modesty. A stark contrast to the two other dragons in the room. "Violet, can I have another bread roll..." his voice trailed as his eyes landed on his father's nude form. "H-hey, dad." Zane averted his gaze, looking like he was being embarrassed for the both of them. "Can you please put some clothes on?"

Cyrus frowned. "It's hot. We're in the desert. I'd argue this is the perfect attire for such an environment."

Zane shook his head, knowing that his father did bring up a valid point.

Violet walked up to him, handing him a brown bag that contained some bread rolls. "Here you go, Zane. I added extra for you in case you need a snack," she responded.

The purple dragon took them appreciatively. "Thanks."

By now, Cyrus had stood up and walked towards them by the door. The older dragon placed a hand on his son's shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "I hope you have a good day today, son," he said, hugging Violet tenderly.

"T-thanks dad," the younger dragon replied, feeling his father's naked form press up against him. The two eventually let go. Zane turned around and was about to head for the door, when he let out a loud yelp in surprise. Cyrus had just slapped his ass.

Cyrus chuckled to himself. "That's for good luck!"

Violet let out a light laugh as well, seeing the younger dragon look embarrassed. Zane eventually left, leaving the two dragons to themselves inside the kitchen. Hearing Cyrus sigh, Violet turned her head to see Cyrus with a look that she could best describe was of restraint. Her eyes darted downwards and saw that Cyrus's cock was rising to a half mast.

"You must really love your son, don't you?" she asked, motioning to the dragon's stiffening erection.

Cyrus made his way back onto the wooden chair, and sat back down. He nodded in response to her question. "He reminds me a lot of Otto, especially with that ass of his."

"Otto?" Violet asked, moving towards him. "One of your older children?" She briefly thought for a moment, trying to remember which was Otto from the many children Cyrus had sired throughout the years. It eventually came to her, and she nodded to herself. "Ah, yes, Otto. He's in a different city now, right?"

"Yes. Working as a scholar I believe," Cyrus replied, remembering the image of the dragon fondly. "I still remember when he was just a whelp who was becoming older and transitioning to being his own dragon. He constantly begged me to fuck him." He chuckled, the image of his cock sinking into the dragon's tight ass presenting itself into his mind. Cyrus's cock responded positively, at this point fully erect and throbbing. It was leaking pre, dripping down the sides.

"I can see the resemblance," Violet responded, comparing the image of Otto and Zane side by side. Her eyes then glanced over to the raging boner that Cyrus had. It triggered an immediate response from her, and she could feel her own pussy begin to leak with anticipation.

Cyrus looked at her, and saw the hunger in her eyes. "Ah," he said. He then spread his legs to give Violet a full frontal view of his cock in all its glory. "Yes please, Violet. Your company in the morning is always a good way to start the day."

"The pleasure is all mine," Violet chirped happily. She then got on her legs, and faced the impressive length that loomed in front of her. To say that Cyrus was endowed would have been an understatement. His cock was almost as thick as his thigh, and just as long. It could have easily been mistaken as his tail. Pre leaked from the uncircumcised tip, dripping downwards to the base of Cyrus's girthy shaft. Violet had many sexual partners before. But none ever came close to Cyrus. She opened her mouth wide open, suckling on the tip like a child suckling on a mother's teat. The taste of his pre was sweet and tangy, just the way she liked it. She stuck her tongue out, tracing it from the tip of Cyrus's cock, going down all the way to the dragon's hefty balls. They were as large as the size of grapefruits.

Cyrus curled his toes. Violet was a master cocksucker. He leaned back on the chair, letting the dragoness work on his cock. He enjoyed this, as much as she enjoyed sucking on his dick. Taking a moment to breathe, Violet stopped to ask. "If you're so horny for him," she said, looking up at him. She reached out to grope one of Cyrus's oversized balls. "Why haven't you fucked him yet?" The male dragon above him let out a moan in response to her tender touch. "It's quite unlike you to hesitate."

Even in his heightened aroused state, Cyrus could see the point in her statement. "T-true," he said, having a bit of trouble forming words. "It's just..." He paused for a bit, taking a deep breath as Violet shifted focus from his erect cock to his balls. She tenderly kissed them, before taking a moment to put them into her mouth. She gently sucked on them, pulling downwards, playfully tugging. Cyrus could see her looking back up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm worried Zane might not feel the same."

Violet stopped in her actions and stood up fully in front of him. Knowing that he was watching her intently, Violet untied the straps that held her apron in place. The knot loosened, and she took it off her, tossing it to the side. Before Cyrus was Violet's voluptuous body, ready for him to ravage. Violet was fit and athletic, toned but not built, muscular but not beefy. Her purple scales shone fiercely yet dazzling as herself. She had a full physique that would make any dragoness of her age jealous. She had an hourglass like figure, giving her the curvy shape that no brave man could resist. Cyrus reached outwards, cupping her large breasts in his hand and loving how good they felt to hold. They were like bags of sand, soft and supple to grasp. He then moved downwards, tracing his hands all over her body. He tenderly squeezed her ass, earning him a light giggle from violet. He noted how wet her snatch was, dripping copiously onto the floor. He traced a finger on her aroused vagina, before putting in his mouth.

She tasted sweet.

Violet moved forward, the dragoness climbing onto him. She spread her legs wide open, straddling Cyrus on the chair. The two made out with one another, tongues dancing, hands roaming each other's body fully. Cyrus's cock throbbed needily against Violet's thick backside. A few seconds pass and the two broke each other's kiss, gasping for air like their lives depended on it. The two stared at one another, allowing each other to breath. It was Violet that first broke the silence. "Why not...why not just ask him?"

Cyrus sighed. Using his free hand, he placed it on one of her nipples and lightly tugged on it. "I suppose I should at this point," he replied. "To be honest, I was just waiting for him to make a move."

"He's just shy," Violet responded. She grabbed one of her breasts and pointed it to Cyrus. He then reached out with his head and began to suckle on it, tugging and playfully biting on the nipple. "I mean, he's made a move on me."

Cyrus paused for a moment, letting the statement sink in. "He's fucked you already?"

"Mhm." Violet could feel Cyrus's cock throb, and squirt out a healthy dollop of pre against her back.

"When did this happen?" Cyrus curiously asked.

"A few weeks past when he turned 23," she answered. "I was in his room folding his robes, and cleaning the place up. He was surprised to find me there when he stepped out of the bathroom. He nearly dropped the towel around his waist when he saw me. You'd think he'd get used to seeing his mother naked all the time." She chuckled, remembering the look of surprise on Zane's face.

"Go on?" Cyrus asked, looking at her intensely.

Violet noted the lust in his eyes. "I continued doing my thing while he dried himself off. At one point, I had to bend over to get something from underneath his bed. That's when I felt it."

Cyrus gulped.

The purple dragoness looked at him, and smiled teasingly. "I'm sure you get an idea of what happened next."

Cyrus frowned, annoyed at being cockblocked. "Come on, Violet, don't leave me hanging like that." He pouted.

The dragoness giggled, before leaning in to tenderly kiss him. After breaking up a second later, she then said, "alright, fine. When I bent over, I felt his presence behind me, along with something hard poking me at my snatch." Violet could feel Cyrus's cock throb once more. She used one of her free hands to wipe the pre that was dripping on her back and put it on her mouth.

She savored the sweet taste.

Violet smiled mischievously. "That's when he bred me."

"H-he bred you?"

"He bred me. Like an animal," she said. She felt her pussy quiver upon remembering the memory of her son fucking her like his life depended on it. "He came not long after that. He probably made the biggest mess of his life. He really takes after you, you know?" she added. "We went on throughout the entire evening. He emptied all his balls inside me. You know what he said to me? After what we had done?"

"What?"

"Zane said, 'I love you mom. I wish I had fucked you sooner.'"

That was it. That was the last straw for Cyrus. The dragon let out a guttural groan, and his cock throbbed painfully. Not long after that, he ejaculated prematurely. His white hot cum sprayed onto Violet's back, painting her with his white hot seed. Violet moaned lustfully, basking in the moment. "Wow," she said, getting a drip of the cum on her hand and tasting it. "You really love him, don't you?"

It took a moment for Cyrus to regain his composure. His balls quaked. Even though he just ejaculated, he was still hard as a rock. The story was too hot to handle. "Of course," he responded, sounding a bit out of breath. "He's my son."

Violet smiled warmly. "Like Otto?"

Cyrus nodded. "Like Otto." He then looked at her seriously. "Ass or pussy?"

The dragoness smiled lustfully. She stood up slightly, taking hold of Cyrus's cock and aligning it to point directly at her now drenched vagina. It was clear to the two dragons that they both needed this. "Breed me, Cyrus." Without skipping a beat, she sat down on his hard rod, the fresh cum from earlier serving as the perfect lubrication. Even though they've had sex countless times, in almost every room in this house, Violet still felt tight as ever. It was a mystery to Cyrus on how she made this possible, but he was thankful for it nonetheless. His cock impaled her, sinking deep into her pussy. The tightness got to him, clamping on his cock like her entire life depended on it. Both dragons took a moment to regain their composure.

Once they were both settled, Violet placed her hands on Cyrus's shoulders. "I fucking love your cock." She then lifted herself up, feeling the dragon's thick penis slide inside her. The entire girth of it spread her wide open. Once she got just the tip hovering at the base of her entrance, she sat back down again.

Cyrus growled, the sensations electrifying. Having just ejaculated a few seconds earlier, his member was sensitive, and it was driving him wild. His legs kicked slightly, tapping erratically. The chair underneath the both of them creaked, scraping across the floor. Violet's body pistoned up and down, her lower half quaking each time she dropped herself on him. Her cheeks flushed a crimson red, a moan escaping her lips. They were only just getting started and already she was reaching her limit. It was a lot to handle.

Sensing his partner's status, Cyrus took hold of her, taking on a more active role in the situation. He slung his arm beneath her legs, essentially lifting her upwards. Realizing what was happening, Violet clung onto him for support. The weight was easy for Cyrus to lift. He stood up, balancing the both of them in the middle of the room. He hammered into her, angling his waist perfectly to thrust up. Violet cried out, her pussy becoming numb from all the sensations. Her nails threatened to draw blood on Cyrus's back. The pain only served to amplify the pleasure. With a loud shout, Violet orgasmed. Her juices flowed like a faucet, spilling downwards to the floor. It only served as more lubrication to Cyrus's pistoning cock.

"C-Cyrus...!" she cried out, words failing her as the sensations wracked her entire body. She convulsed in his arms, clinging desperately onto him for support. Cyrus was nothing but loving, continue to fuck her as she rode it out. Each thrust resulted with a wave of pleasure, her eyes threatening to black out. Violet's grip on the situation loosened at that moment. One moment, she was clinging onto Cyrus's as he was carrying her in the middle of the room. The next thing she knew, she was bent over the table. Her breasts were squished against the table, along with her form as Cyrus loomed over. The male dragon laid on top of her, his deep guttural grunts audible in her ears. The black dragon's thrusts were deep, and forceful, the table seemingly groaning under their combined weights. Each thrust moved it forward, eventually bumping into the nearby wall. The basket that held the bread rolls from earlier fell onto the floor. It was a hectic mess as the two dragons bathed in their rut.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!" Violet cried out, before her voice was muffled. Cyrus had reached over and covered her mouth with his free hand. He stuck two fingers in, and she happily sucked on them to help redirect her focus. Cyrus continued to ravage her pussy, his hips becoming a blur. Globs of pre, sexual fluid, and sweat dripped onto the floor. The entire room stank of the smell of sex.

"MmmHhhh!!" Violet groaned. She felt another orgasm coming to her. Cyrus doubled his efforts and he was rewarded beautifully. Violet's pussy clamped down tightly once more, pushing him to the brink of climax. In a loving gesture, Cyrus bit down at the side Violet's neck. Not strong enough to draw blood, but enough to show that he was in full control of the situation. With one last thrust, he ejacluated. Ropes upon ropes of white hot semen deposited themselves into Violet's hungry pussy, coating the walls with his warm seed. Cyrus's cock throbbed continuously, spilling his seed into her. The sheer volume of it was too much, and it began to escape towards the side, leaking down the floor into a thick gooey mess.

His thrusts soon slowed, eventually stopping to a halt. The two lovers laid there for a moment, giving themselves ample time to come to their senses. Cyrus leaned down, planting a tender kiss on Violet's back. He then pulled back slowly easing himself off her. Like a seal being broken, when his cock was free from her pussy, excess cum dribbled out. She looked like a complete mess.

"Fucking hell, Cyrus," Violet replied, leaning on the table for support. Her legs threatened to buckle under her, her snatch still numb from the sex.

Cyrus chuckled to himself. The sheer amount of cum leaking out of Violet's vagina amused him. "I mean, you asked for it, Violet."

The dragoness smirked, before leaning in to give him a tender kiss. "I know, I know." She smiled. "I wouldn't be surprised if I'm egg ladened again."

The black dragon smiled back. "And that's not a bad thing now, is it?"

Violet rubbed her belly, still feeling the cum sloshing inside of her. "No, it is not."

Then, the sound of someone clearing their throat caught their attention. The two dragons turned their heads to see a copper colored dragon standing by the closed door. His cock was visibly at half mast, poking through his loincloth. Bits of cum dripped from its tip. "Yes, Oliver?" Cyrus asked.

"I came to inform you Cyrus that your morning bath was ready," he answered. "But I didn't want to intrude upon you and Violet."

"Ah," Cyrus replied. Even though they've been fucking for what seemed like hours, only half an hour had gone by. "Good," he replied. Cyrus turned to Violet who had gotten a rag and was wiping down the mess they've made. "Sorry about that," Cyrus said apologetically.

"It's fine, Cyrus." She leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. "Get your bath. You've got visitors today."

The dragon flinched, remembering that someone was coming over. "Ah drat." He then walked towards the door. Oliver followed after him.

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What soon followed after was the typical fair for the black dragon. Cyrus found himself at his office, reading paperwork that required his utmost attention. He sat on his desk, a feather pen in hand, writing down notes on the scroll he was tasked to look over. Across from him, a large intimidating dragon sat on one of the comfy sofas, drinking a cup of tea. While Cyrus wore the typical dragon clothing of the desert--which was nothing but a loincloth, the dragon before him was more sharply dressed. Being a dragon in an important position, the dragon by the name of Citrine was clad in full leather armor, his amber colored scales shining underneath the elaborate, yet functional set of clothing. The dragon's head piece laid on the table.

"...and that should be it," Cyrus said, finishing up his notes. He wrote his signature at the side of the parchment. "Right?" The black dragon rolled up the scroll and handed it over to the dragon across from him.

Citrine briefly glanced at it, and nodded to himself. "Yes, I think that should be it." He smiled at Cyrus. "Thanks again for having me, Cyrus. You know how these things are."

"Oh it's fine," Cyrus replied, waving his hand dismissively. He leaned back into his chair, taking the chance to relax. His right hand actually ached a little from all the writing he had been doing. "It's the least I can do. It's not often I get visited by the Head of the State."

The amber dragon took one final sip of his tea and placed the empty cup onto the small table. "You know, you're welcome to join us back in the ranks, right?"

Cyrus eyes glanced at him in response, and the dragon smiled. "I do."

"But I'm guessing you're enjoying your retirement that much more?" Citrine lightly asked.

"That I am," Cyrus answered. He sat up and placed his hands on the desk. "Besides, I'm quite content with teaching for now."

"I've seen. One of your students has quickly gone up the ranks faster than anyone has ever seen," Citrine exclaimed. "It's making me consider if I should enroll as one of your students as well!" he joked.

Cyrus laughed along with him. "I'd be willing to give you private lessons, Citrine."

The amber dragon chuckled, then stood up. He took the scrolls he had brought with him and placed them carefully into his bag. He then grabbed the head piece of his armor and placed it atop his head. Citrine extended a hand to Cyrus, to which the dragon shook it. "In any case, I should be going. I'll see myself out, Cyrus. You take care now."

The black dragon waved at him goodbye, watching his acquaintance leave the room. A servant, who had been quietly standing at the door, opened it for Citrine to lead him out. It closed soon after, and the dragon made his way to the center of the room, to cleanup the tea and biscuits that were left behind. Cyrus on the other hand stood up and stretched, feeling is joints click. As his servant quietly cleaned up behind him, Cyrus made his way towards the open window to take a look at the view outside.

"I swear, having guests can be a chore."

The State that Cyrus lived in was like a paradise located in the middle of a desert. The sun was high up, basking the residents of the State in a sweltering and unforgiving heat. Structures made up of hard rock rose from the sandy plains, serving as a shade from the blistering gaze of the sun. Even underneath the high temperatures, the dragons lived on and continued with their day to day lives. At the distance, the sounds of the busy marketplace could be heard as merchants hawked their wares to travellers and locals.

"Is it because of the paperwork?" the servant asked.

Cyrus began to undress, removing his loincloth to free himself from any article of clothing. He was more comfortable being in the nude as it allowed him to move freely, and allowed his body to bear with the heat. "No," he answered, turning around. He handed the skimpy loincloth to the dragon. "Because I have to wear clothes, Manfred. It's really hot."

"Understandable," Manfred replied. He picked up the tray that contained the biscuits and the empty up cup of tea from earlier. "I can empathize with you."

Cyrus glanced at him and noted that Manfred was sweating a little. His chest glistened like he was rubbed off with oil. Both of them were. "You know that this household is clothing optional, right? Even more so for my harem."

The servant chuckled. "I do. But I figure that wearing little can be sexier than wearing nothing at all." With that statement, Manfred took his leave, swishing his ass back and forth for the black dragon he knew that was watching him intently. Cyrus could feel his cock twitch at the sight. He would have opted to have a romp with Manfred at that moment but instead he deferred. It was noon already, and the dragon figured that Zane would be home soon. He needed to prepare for their weekend training session.

The dragon left the room, making his way down the corridor. Cyrus rounded the corner, smiling to himself as he passed by a pair of guards. Due to the downtime and lack of activity, the two guards helped pass the time the best way the dragons of the land knew how: by fucking. One was on his knees, sucking on the throbbing cock of his fellow companion whose eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head. Saliva dripped down to the floor, and the lewd sounds of slurping echoed across the halls.

The guards eyes fluttered open upon feeling that someone was watching them. "C-Cyrus...!" he called out, cutting himself off with a guttural groan.

The other dragon on his knees tried to speak, but his words ended up becoming muffled due to the thick cock in his mouth. He ended up just waving in acknowledgement, before continuing his actions. Cyrus nodded to them, smiling happily to himself. He continued on, leaving the two to their lewd past time.

The courtyard was a spacious area. It was the place where Cyrus conducted his training sessions. A table was placed to the side, having the various weapons he used to demonstrate different fighting techniques a warrior could use in battle. Various wooden swords, a wooden shield, and even a wooden poleaxe were placed atop it neatly. He went off to the side, and grabbed some animal fur and placed it in the middle of the courtyard. It was a necessary precaution to prevent dragons from hurting themselves if they ever fell onto the floor. As the black dragon continued his preparations, the sound of someone entering the area caught his attention. He turned his head to see his purple scaled son walk up to him.

"D-dad?" Zane sputtered. "Can you please put some clothes on?"

Cyrus rolled his eyes. He walked over to the table and took the loincloth he left there from the previous training session. He strapped it around his waist, giving him a false sense of modesty as it barely covered anything. "There, better?"

"Better," Zane responded, walking over to hug him.

The two shared a brief hug, with Cyrus feeling his cock stir once more. His lust for his son still present at the back of his mind. "You ready for your training session?" he asked, trying to divert his attention.

"Been looking forward to it!" Zane chirped. "It's a nice break from the boring old books I've been reading. So, what will be working on today?"

Cyrus smiled. "We'll be working with swords for now."

The training session then began. Under the shade of the tree beneath the sweltering heat of the sun in the desert, Cyrus taught his son the art of combat once more. First was using the sword: how to properly grip the handle, and how to properly swing it. They've been going at it for months now, and Zane was beginning to show the fruits of their labor. It was followed by fighting with a shield, and then the polearm.

By the time they finished the current set, sweat was making their bodies glisten under the blazing sun. Cyrus placed the wooden polearm on the table, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Let's take a quick water break before we move onto the last thing I want to work with you on today."

Zane nodded, putting the wooden weapon down. They were about to make their way to the kitchen when Violet came into view. She was carrying a tray with two glasses and a jug of water on it. "I figured you boys could use a refreshment," she added, beaming at the both of them. She placed the tray on the table, and Cyrus and Zane helped themselves to it. Zane took his glass, and gulped it down. "Excuse me for a minute," he said. "I need to take a leak."

Cyrus nodded, and Zane left the two older dragons by themselves.

Violet leaned on the table, looking pointedly at Cyrus. "Have you told him yet?"

The black dragon placed the empty cup down. "No, not yet."

"Are you planning to?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Her breasts jiggled freely in response.

Cyrus looked at her before nodding. "Yes, after this."

She smiled back in response. "Good." Violet placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Because it's high time you both cleared the air already." Violet then excused herself, leaving the black dragon to his thoughts.. Zane arrived a few seconds after.

"So, what's next?" the purple dragon asked.

"The last part of our set is hand to hand combat." Cyrus then moved towards the center of the room, and Zane followed after him. The two spaced themselves out, standing on top of the animal fur Cyrus had placed earlier. "You ready?" the black dragon asked, raising his fists up.

Zane nodded getting into a battle stance. "Ready!"

There was a brief pause as the two dragons prepared themselves. A split second later, they charged at one another, throwing jabs, and launching punches. Left, right, left, Cyrus bobbed and weaved as Zane did his best to hit his father. A block here, a duck there, Cyrus's reflexes carried him easily, just as it did him back when he was a warrior. Zane tried everything his father taught him, a feint, a combo, and even a backhand attack. None worked, which resulted in him being frustrated. Even more so, the fact that his father's member swung openly with each of his movements proved all the more distracting for the young dragon. A distraction that cost him the sparring session.

Noticing the brief lack of focus in his son's eyes, Cyrus seized the moment. Zane overextended himself by going for a spin kick, leaving the purple dragon vulnerable. Cyrus launched himself forward, grabbing the young dragon by the waist and taking him down towards the floor. The two wrestled for control, a mess of tangled limbs and bodies. One quick tustle later, and Cyrus emerged victorious. The black dragon was atop his son, using his entire body weight to keep him pinned. Cyrus's crotch was coincidentally floating atop Zane's face, giving the young dragon a full frontal view of his father's genitals.

The closeness of their bodies, and the view of Cyrus's dangling cock, triggered a reaction from the young dragon. A sight that Cyrus was privy to see, as the wrestling maneuver he executed ended him with his head hovering atop the younger dragon's crotch. Before him, he could see Zane's cock twitch to life.

"Okay, okay!" Zane replied, tapping the floor. "I'm down, I'm down."

Zane normally wouldn't have given up so easily, but the compromising position left him exposed. Cyrus let go, letting out a light laugh. He stood up, extending a hand to his son. Zane took it, standing up next to his father.

"You got distracted," Cyrus remarked. He glanced at Zane who seemed keen at avoiding his gaze. He did, however, note the erection that was standing prominently between the dragon's crotch. "Is something the matter?"

Zane tried to mumble a response, but it came out as an incoherent babble. Cyrus decided to be upfront. "Is it because of this?" he asked, reaching forward to take hold of Zane's cock. The dragon yelped in surprise. Cyrus could feel it throb in his hands. It seemed the purple dragon tried to say something in protest but it was quickly drowned out by a moan instead. Cyrus continued to gently jerk him off. For a brief moment, no words were said between the two. The black dragon placed a tender hand on his son's cheeks and turned his head to face him. The two looked into each other's eyes.

Cyrus could see that Zane shared the same overwhelming lust they had for another.

"I'm sorry Dad," Zane said, looking at him.

"It's okay, son," Cyrus replied back, smiling warmly at him.

"I just...I just wasn't sure if you'd like me the same way." Zane said, looking away from him. "You always fucked Otto instead of me so..."

There it was. Cyrus placed a finger on Zane's lips. "I love and fuck all my children. You are all important to me."

"Y-you do?"

Cyrus leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his son's lips. They broke a few seconds after. "I do." The black dragon then stepped forward, taking hold of his own cock and Zane's. He sensually rubbed the two hard members together, earning a moan of lust from the both of them.

"You're so big, dad," Zane remarked, placing a hand on his father's thick penis.

Cyrus chuckled. "Thank you, Zane. But you've got a hefty meat yourself."

True, Zane's member was just as big as his father's. Thick and long, it throbbed in the older male's hand, loving the attention it was getting. Pre began to leak from both their cocks, effectively dribbling down and lubricating the stiff hard rods. There breaths picked up, and Zane felt his legs threatened to buckle under him. Cyrus reached forward and pulled his son closer to him. Their cocks ended up getting squished between their hot and sweaty bodies.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to fuck your ass?" he asked, emphasizing his statement by squeezing Zane's backside. The dragon yelped, then effectively rested his head on his father's chest. Cyrus then played with his son's buttcheeks, spreading them outwards. He teasingly inserted a finger in, feeling the tight hole clamp on the foreign invader.

"Tight, just the way I like it."

Zane groaned, before looking up at him. "Fuck me, Dad."

Cyrus felt his heart flutter. As a father, hearing those words were the best thing a parent could ever ask for from their child. His cock responded accordingly, leaking more pre copiously.

"Please dad, fuck me." Zane's voice trembled. His body seemingly melted into Cyrus's embrace. "Fuck me like you fucked Otto."

The black dragon grinned. He leaned in to tenderly kiss Zane on the lips. They broke apart a few seconds after, heavy and hot breaths in between. "Daddy loves you a lot."

Abiding by his son's request, Cyrus turned Zane around. The older dragon's hands roamed all over his son's body, savoring the shape and every curve it had. He then hugged him from behind, effectively grinding his raging cock against his son's bubbly behind. Cyrus proceeded to then dry hump Zane, if only at an attempt to prolong his son's agony. "Dad...please..." Zane said needily.

Cyrus responded by planting a kiss on the back of Zane's neck. He then took hold of his own cock, and gently prodded it inwards. Zane felt it. It was like his entire body was on fire. He had taken numerous cocks before but none came close to this. It was threatening to split him in two. "Fuck...!" he cried out, his eyes briefly rolling to the back of his skull. He was seeing stars. His lower half went numb, and for a brief moment, he had thought he passed out. The next thing he knew, his body was off the ground, lifted easily by his strong father.

Cyrus had his legs held up by his arms, while his cock effectively began to thrust upward at his son's now fully exposed backside. Each thrust made Zane bob up and down, each hit of his father's cock electrifying his entire body. Zane's own cock was stiff and erect, leaking endless pre onto the floor. The entire display was lewd and perverted, a fact that the guards from afar took full advantage of by openly jerking themselves off.

Eventually, Cyrus put Zane down, the older dragon putting his son onto the fur bedding on the floor. Zane's laid on his back, his feet above his head as his father continued to fuck him. All he could do was moan in pleasure as each thrust hit him at his core. Cyrus grunted, going so far to go fully balls deep. The tightness of his son's ass was everything he dreamed it to be and more. It clung onto his cock like its life depended on it, squeezing him for all it was worth. Zane on the other hand found himself face to face with his own cock. His sheer length was long enough for him to effectively suck himself off, given his upside down position. It didn't take long for him to fill his mouth with his own meat.

Cyrus reached his limit, and the dragon roared soon after. His cock throbbed angrily, before depositing ropes upon ropes of hot seed into his son's now spread backside. For a moment, Cyrus could see nothing but stars in his vision, as the pleasure was surreal. Zane on the other hand got hit by his own ejaculation. The fucking, coupled with sucking himself off, set him off, and he was rewarded with his own seed spraying on his face. His purple scales were completely covered, effectively masking his face with nothing but white. It dripped down the side, like paint still waiting to dry.

The black dragon felt his balls empty, and Cyrus took a moment to compose himself. After deep and heavy breaths, he glanced down to check on his son. "A-are you...are you okay?" he asked. He removed his cock from his son's ass, and gently placed him on the floor. He laid down next to him, holding him close. Cyrus took this moment to lovingly clean the cum off his son's face.

"That was...that was great..." Zane replied.

Cyrus finished cleaning his son's face, and then proceeded to kiss him tenderly again on the lips. "I love you son."

"I love you too, Dad."

The black dragon smiled, feeling content that the air between them had now been cleared. "I think that concludes our training session for today."

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**Author's Notes:

I got commissioned! Yeah!

Fun story, the commissioner of this story actually approached me to write this smut, lewd filled story because he came across my written works on FA, and figured I write good incest/daddy stories.

I mean, do I write good incest stories? XD I'm beginning to think I'm getting typecasted as the guy that writes these things. haha. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just found it amusing that majority of my content is like that. Then again, people like taboo things, and incest is a very taboo topic, for very obvious reasons.

So I suppose there's that.

In any case, yeah! I got commissioned. It was super fun writing this, and this was probably the fastest commission turn around time I've ever had to date.**

If any of you guys are interested in commissioning, incest related or not (LOL) just hit me up and we can talk. :D