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The Ceremony of Dragons

The Lair of the Green Dragons

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Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

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Yverta had something in mind for Xigeldo in her lair but, well, she was a dragoness that liked to keep her secrets.

What she desired for him, however, was to be was soon revealed as he trotted after her, a little flap of his wings jolting him on to join her, soaring above the ground with a little laboured flight. Of course, it was only laboured as he didn't want to shoot off into the sky and it took more effort to maintain a low altitude than it did to catch and shape the air currents to his will in the arms of the true sky. Entering the palace was akin to walking into a fairy tale, although Xigfeldo had not listened to those since he had been a hatchling, the walls draped in rich, green moss, different hues shimmering through the plant life so that one could never quite be sure what shade it was. Everything breathed inherently with the life of the forest and he could not help but smile to himself, tail flicking back and forth, setting down within the halls of the palace and following close on Yverta's tail.

Of course, that put him in a good position for a little bit of teasing, not wasting his time as he ducked under her tail, tongue flickering out to tease her pussy once more. For once, he managed to catch her off guard as she jumped and threw him a look but, clearly, did not have the heart to tell him to stop, although he was quite sure that she would have ordered anyone else to do so. Instead, she moaned softly, submitting to his teasing touch, tongue brushing inside, letting the slop of his seed trickling out mark their path, dripping to the floor where it would be absorbed by the vines forming the base, the bark that offered stability, breathing yet another magical life-force back into the forest.

"Oh, you are such a tease," she whispered throatily, husky with lust. "You can't wait... I know what brutes like you are like really. You can't resist, you're prey to your own desires..."

If she thought she was going to get a rise out of him, Yverta was sadly mistaken as it was all something that Xigfeldo had heard before. In those instances, it was because someone was trying to insult him (nobody could get along with everyone, after all) but she wanted to praise him, to make use of his brutish lust, twisting it sweetly into her own form of blissful elegance, even if the princess was as rough and as coarse as he was, in all actuality. It showed through in her language, the set of her body, and could not be denied, but perhaps that was why they got on so well together.

Slurping at her cunt, he did not notice where she was leading him until they emerged into an expansive abode that could only be her private quarters, one wall entirely formed of bark as if a tree had grown across it in a strange fashion. One wall opened up over the lake with no wall at all, a pit laid with cushions and the creature comforts of blankets, everything a dragoness could want to curl up and watch the sunset or sunrise, depending on what part of the day she was enjoying. Or if she was even worried about looking out the window to take in the view at all, that was.

Chuckling throatily, he admired the woven vine floor, shifting underfoot and yet still managing to lend a sense of stability.

"This isn't the entirety of your quarters, is it?" He murmured conversationally, sidling up alongside her with the taste of her on his tongue. "So small for one as grand as you..."

She snorted at that but his tail teasing up under hers, toying with her cloaca and seeking out the vent of her pussy inside stole any snide remark from her lips.

"Oh... Mmmph," she groaned, eyes rolling, half-slits of lust as he stretched her out with his tail, the length thickening the deeper he went. "No... This is only the main room. I have far more...mmm...experiments going on in other rooms. And these are what I called you here first on your tour to trial with me. You've...unnff...experienced one... Are you deliberately trying to make this difficult?"

Xigfeldo's eyes twinkled less than innocently, lips pressed together and tail still, yet thrust so deeply into her pussy that the tease of it could not possibly be denied, his intentions explicit.

"I don't know what you mean..."

Huffing, Yverta squeezed her cunt down around his tail as she tried to waddle off, legs not quite working as she may have wanted them to, leading him to the far wall. Somehow, he managed to keep his tail driven up inside her, hustling to keep pace alongside her so that it would not slip out, though was hardly surprised that the wall of vines only shivered, allowing them to easily pass through into another, larger still room. In there was a dragoness and a dragon sitting on their haunches, facing them but not really looking at them. In fact, their eyes were quite hazed over and distant as if they were not really present in the moment either, panting softly and rolling their shoulders, tails twitching along the line of the floor.

"Well, well, well," Xigfeldo murmured, squirming and wriggling his tail within her, slithering back and forth, a kinky, slow pump. "What do you have here, Yverta? You've been plotting..."

It was that plotting that he enjoyed the most with Yverta too, the dragoness one who was truly after his own heart in some ways, their personalities matching up well in more ways than one. The dragoness grunted and smiled, though kept her lips sealed against any revelations, at least for the moment, choosing instead to let him tail-fuck her, the thick appendage thrusting and grinding, striving cheekily to bring a rise of a moan from her lips. The dragons before them, however, were not so caught up that they could not speak, although there was something going on there too.

"Ah... Hello, sister," the male dragon murmured, eyes half-lidded, though the drake looked a little shyer and younger than most that Xigfeldo had liaised with of late, perhaps more around the same age as Avilia the red dragon. "I thought you'd never bring him up here for us to meet."

He may have tried to sound bolder than he was but something squirming around his hind end prompted Xigfeldo to take a closer look, neck arching out even as his tail idly toyed with Yverta, her pussy rippling and pulsing wonderfully around him even with the fluffy tip soaking up her juices.

"You have a brother and a sister?" He queried with a smile. "I didn't know I'd be meeting you too. But what's going on here?"

The dragoness before them didn't give him a chance to answer, her short horns tucked in very close to her head, jaws parted as she let out a breathy moan, cheeks seeming warmer with the shade of a blush. Instead of saying what was going on aloud, she stood shakily, legs quivering as if they could hardly support her weight anymore, though the cause of that was swift to be found. There was no abnormal scent in the air, which was, perhaps, something that he should have taken note of on their entry, though he had rather been preoccupied with Yverta's pussy at that time. The dragoness revealed what they were doing with a flourish, though it was the squirt of her orgasm that drew his attention the most, head snaking out and tongue flickering to catch her scent on the air.

It was another plant but that was not the grand reveal, nor the fact that they were plugged full of the tentacles. The plant boasted the exact same shade of green as the dragons' scales as if it was the same entity, two beings coming together, which was why they had been so difficult to spot, though now that they had been revealed the vines crawled up their bodies, encasing limbs and rising up for sweet restraint. Before their eyes, the dragon pair groaned and showed that the plants were stimulating them, though there was little evidence of their climaxes, a teasing tentacle even fully encasing the male's cock, hiding it from view. Now that he knew it was there, however, the bulge that his cock made in the 'stem' of the vine was clear to see, Xigfeldo's attention raised and his cunny, once again, squeezing down, anticipating being filled once again.

"What am I seeing here?"

Yverta smiled.

"It absorbs the sweet essence that they produce," Yverta explained, trying to seem smug but failing to do so as her hind legs braced against the thrusts of his tail, "taking it for its own. The plant grows stronger and...well...that's as far as my research here, my...mm...my little experiment has gone. But I thought a big, _strong_drake like you would have more to learn from them than me, if you weren't so engaged with shoving your tail up into my cunt!"

Xigfeldo laughed but he took the hint - after all, he was not a drake who didn't know how to treat a lady right. And maybe sometimes treating a dragoness (or even a drake) as they deserved meant that he'd have to give them a little break from time to time, all of them keen on fresh pleasures.

"Come now... It's more than time to see just how these work for you. I need more for my research, though I am better at the creating than I am at the testing." She smirked. "You need a touch of all classes, don't you agree?"

She was putting on a voice but Xigfeldo skimmed over it, jabbing her playfully in the side with his tail, though his feet were already in motion, wanting to experiment. It was what he was there for, his mission and his purpose finally clear, the temptation of the plants too much to resist. The drake churred softly, rolling onto his side, showing off just how the plant filled his tail hole securely, although it didn't seem to be thrusting at all, even though it was doing _something_to him. But what was that something? Xigfeldo snapped eagerly, the much younger, more playful drake in him emerging with final relish. He had to know!

And the dragoness - oh! She was just as fine as Yverta, if a little smaller. It wasn't hard for a dragoness of the green type to be smaller than her, to be fair, though she looked more delicate too, even if an adult. Her head rolled back and she watched him out of the corner of her eye as he inspected her, waiting on Yverta to set up whatever it was that she was doing, heart pounding and his oily aphrodisiac slopping out even against his will. He wasn't actively thinking about trying to spread it but sometimes his body took over and, well, that just couldn't be helped. Maybe it would even help Yverta get a move on!

"Here..."

He didn't need to look as the vines slithered up his legs, both familiar and strange as he recalled the other plant that Yverta had set up for him to take his pleasure with. Yet his pussy ached for penetration, huffing and chuffing lowly under his breath, his hips working, though that wasn't going to make it any easier for the plant to do its work, Yverta muttering as her own desire was stoked, nostrils quivering. He could not have said just what scent she caught on the air but perhaps there was something more to the plants that could absorb their essence, their power, that would become evident in time. He'd just have to fuck them and let them fuck him to find out!

They found his pussy within his cloaca so very easily that it was simple to know that the plants had found a dragon's sexes before. They were experienced, maybe more so than the fresh plant that Yverta had planted in the tunnel, to reveal the entrance to their lair on the other side of the mountain, for him to find. Knowing more than well enough what they were doing, the vines twisted and turned up his legs and drew his thighs apart, letting them slip into his cloaca, a teasing caress and a kiss of vine on scales passing in the wake of them. As much as Xigfeldo shivered, his aphrodisiac pushed out, thick, fat globules forced out through the rippling contractions of his pussy. It stained his cloaca and eased the path of the tentacles, their twisting drive filling him in two places while the third encased his cock in a wrapping motion, layering twisting coils along the full length of his cock.

Hot breath, hotter than what his cool body should have normally have produced, caught in his throat as Xigfeldo groaned, head rolled, body quaking. Such pleasure should not have come from a plant but he languished and relished in the manner of experimentation, legs quivering as he spread them, willingly allowing the plant even better access. Yet even through the rising, pounding bliss, the tentacles driving and sealing themselves into his holes, body neatly contracting and conforming to them for the tightest, most pleasurable fit, he could not fail to notice Yverta watering the plants with a slew of what appeared to be rose petals. They were not petals, however, for they disintegrated, absorbed by the plants, as soon as they touched the vines, the plants writhing and twisting, pounding all the more fervently for the passion they were fed.

He worked his jaw but the question would not leap to his lips and, really, what did it matter anyway? Another vine wound around his neck as Yverta posed before him with her tail raised, although his cock could not be used, right there and then, in that manner of breeding pleasure. No, they were due to be bred by a more sultry entity altogether, scales itching with the need to thrust and yet sweetly unable to - that was, of course, if they wanted what it was that the plants had to deliver to them. And just what else was the gleaming, silver drake there for?

No, there was a luxury to pleasure, letting it sinuously wrap itself around him as he groaned, grunts rising up from the back of his throat, Yverta whimpering in turn. She wanted him, huffing as the vines of a fourth plant caught her claws, although no harm would come to the creature, for that was what it had to be called in the end, from her body. Her brother and sister groaned, side by side, though what little breath there was left in their lungs seemed entirely occupied with that pesky act of breathing rather than crying out their lust, the two dragons alike and different at the same time. The female kept her eyes closed, lying flat out on her belly with her tail arched up over her back, her pussy plugged and another vine, like with Xigfeldo, questing probingly at her tail hole, although it already boasted a light gape, gleaming with some manner of plant-like secretion. The male, on the other hand, was a brasher sort, keeping his forelegs bent under him, trying to push himself up constantly even though he did not truly boast the strength to do so, his anal passage securely plugged and cock swallowed up in a lustful tentacle-mouth, the rippling massage and suck audible even from where the older dragons stood.

Catching Xigfeldo's eye, however briefly it was to be for, Yverta huffed hotly, eyes dancing with lust that no longer had to be restrained. Xigfeldo smirked covertly. Had it ever? It was strange indeed to imagine her being anything but the dragoness that he had right there before him, the living embodiment of lust and fertility with so many sons and daughters, many adults already, roaming the land and beyond.

"My brother is Jarrett and my sister is Xiomara. Say that ten times...ah...quickly..."

Her joke was lost as the plant snaked up between her legs, tentacles twisting, winding together, though their quest was all the same, their joined goal alike in kind. Yverta moaned.

"Or not..."

Xigfeldo grinned, although there was much there for him to enjoy, experience crashing upon him as his tail tried to twist back and forth and was caught in the loving embrace of another vine. Rather than drawing his tail out straight, it curiously entwined itself with the long, flexible appendage, suckling on the tip, and it took Xigfeldo a moment to realise that, of course, that part of his tail had been crammed up inside Yverta not too long ago. The plant even fed off that little touch of her essence? He groaned, thoughts wavering, drifting. Interesting... Very interesting. But not interesting enough to command his mind.

Sinking into the moment, he watched hungrily as the tentacles ploughed Yverta, two thick ones jamming into both her pussy and her tail hole, her cloaca appearing as if it was stuffed full, strained to its very limit. And yet it could not have possibly have been all that she was capable of taking as she moaned for more, tongue hanging out, her brother and sister seeming to try to watch her, even though their own plants were striving to make that more difficult than ever for them. Another vine jammed up into Xiomara's tail hole, the younger dragoness whimpering, though a tentacle in her mouth took care of that, the plant not caring about her teeth as it forced the less experienced dragoness to suckle on it.

And then a little more became clear, a tiny fraction as his body rippled with an odd warmth, tentacles shivering, pulsating. It was both the deliverance of their seed coming and the milking of the cocks of the males, although it would later be found that they could take the arousal of a dragoness too and make that their own, add to their power, growing stronger, more vital to the life-force of the forest. Xigfeldo's hips rocked, cock throbbing, yet not even he would have the will in himself to stop the ultimate climax from crashing over him, weight shifting, as he let out a roar that should very well have alerted everyone nearby what was happening.

But it was with younger Jarrett that he realised, as his cock's seed was caught by the tentacles, a mouth swallowing it all down, locking around only the very tip of his tapered cock, that something more was afoot. As if the tentacles were trying to lead insects into the centre, tiny, dotted lights lined them, a traipsing path that flickered and danced in time with the thrusts, the passion of the plant that only knew one purpose in life and yet was an awful lot more intelligent than anyone, seemingly, had given it credit for. Yverta was cleverer but even she would not know what her creation could come to, eyes wide in wonder as a vine jammed its way into her mouth and then another around her muzzle too so that she had no hope of getting it out again!

Tight, it was far, far too tight for her to release as she chewed on it and, briefly, Xigfeldo wondered if she might need help in that case. Just in time, however, her struggles ceased and a bulge pushed down her throat, the vine doing the work for her of swallowing and breathing, funnelling breath to her lungs as her flanks clearly heaved with fresh air. However it was channelling oxygen into her lungs was another question entirely but not one that they would answer until, ah, Yverta had had the chance to conduct even more expansive research. The funny thing was that, after that day with the newest princess of the fertility and breeding ceremony, she would not find herself short of any volunteers at all...

Xiomara whimpered, eyes closed, though there was time for her to learn, orgasm after orgasm washing over her. Something splashed her muzzle, the dragons forced closer together than they had realised, though Xigfeldo's cum would not go to waste, her tongue snaking out around the tentacle stretching her jaws, her brother pressed in close. Nothing of that nature, of course, was taboo in dragon-society and there was more still for the two of them to learn as Jarrett humped and ground, a young drake lost in lust as he tried to slap his tail down for leverage, even that strong muscle trapped and sweetly forced to bear through milked orgasm after orgasm.

Bliss, however, was all that came from them, being thankfully able to climax over and over again without having to worry at all about becoming too sensitive to enjoy themselves. No, that was the wiles of other species but all that Yverta had managed to glean was coming to a crescendo, Xigfeldo's eyes fixed on her as his holes were pounded, filled to the brim, though his body would always make sure that he felt fuller than he had ever been before. Such was the way of having a body that would tighten to any cock, the tentacles teasing in, easily, another two vines to each hole, straining him without the dragon even having to reach for a touch of magic to push past any bodily limits.

And yet the power of the plants lay in what they made him want to do, eyes fixed on Yverta, flicking and roaming to her brother and sister from time to time, though it was clear that the dragoness was his first and foremost attention-grabber, to say the least. Her hips worked, so thick and round, muscle showing through even her scales, her body a work of art, head rolled back and eyes gleaming with lust. Though he would have taken her anywhere and anytime, the tentacles had a different plan in mind for him, only giving the lustful drake a single option as they pulled out of her tail hole, leaving her cunny stuffed, cloaca strained yet showing the delightful way to ultimate glory.

Nuzzling a tentacle drifting near his maw, Xigfeldo smirked and licked it in thanks. What else could he do as he leaned into the dragoness, the vines helping him push over her back, Yverta taking his weight like the princess she was. And, really, could anything have possibly been any better for the coming-together of two princesses such as them?

"Let's see just what you can take..." He caught the eye of Xiomara, the dragoness whimpering around her own vines, holding her maw open wide, very wide. "You can take my cock too, if you watch so eagerly, sweet one... Though I think the vines need to stretch you out first!"

Xigfeldo smirked and twisted his tail around to Yverta's hind end, letting her draw her own conclusion where it was going. The tentacle ramming into her mouth, taking care of her breathing for her, helped him out, pushed him on, showing him the path up to her tight tail hole, the tuck of the hole secured away within her cloaca. It was hidden and protected but he knew as well as any other dragon just where to find that part of either a male's or a female's anatomy, using the lubrication of her pussy to easily slip inside. That did not, however, mean that it was not a stretch and she moaned luxuriously around the tentacle, though her cries of pleasure were muted and muffled at best.

Still... Not even the drake could deny that there was something exotic about making a female moan like that, his heart pounding for her, the singing of their joint souls driving him on into a pounding high. His cock pumped full of blood, muscles contracting, twitching, lusting for more, yet it was the plant that would give him that more, a living, vibrant organism twitching and massaging around his shaft, pulling and tugging. Better than a pussy - well, just in a different way - it squeezed and caressed with such shocking dexterity that, even in that moment, he could not help but admire Yverta for what she had created, the true effects of which were still yet to be seen. What power it held would come to light soon, however, the tentacles already thickening up, living and pulsating, energy thrumming through them as if the very bodies of the dragons themselves were sending another kind of force entirely down the vines over and over again.

His tail ploughed into her and the tentacles around his cock made him feel just like he was fucking her, even though the drake knew, in some part of his mind, that he was at least somewhat aware that he was not crammed into her. Xigfeldo's shaft pulsed but every last drop of seed was swallowed up and, curiously, he tried flooding the tentacles with his oil, just to see what would happen. If anything, the tentacles all seemed to grow thicker and fuller, rising up and up and up to cover the entire room, the mass of swarming, fat vines covering the dragons entirely. There was no telling the difference between vines and scales anymore as even the youngsters were hefted, squirming, into the air, wriggling and kicking even as their limbs were securely restrained.

It was all for the better, Xigfeldo's head swimming and drifting, pleasure rising up and up and up, needing so much more, even more than he already head right then and there where he was. His cock pulsed and he thought, even though it was not true, that he was seeding Yverta, passion thrumming up, the knowledge that he would, very soon, be seeding the rest of the dragons in the lair that also wanted him. And just who wouldn't want him when he was the newest princess? Lust surged through him but his snarl was lost in another roar of orgasm, belting it out as he heaved and grunted, hammering, trying to thrust, the warmth of the dragoness against him more than he could bear.

And, of course, his tail grinding into her tail hole was another thing entirely, pressed up close to the thick underside of her tail, the mass of it guiding him in. The twist and thrust of her body too urged him deeper and her hole squeezed around him, although he could not have said that she was trying to pull him deeper. No, his tail was thicker than the thickest vines that he had seemed reaming her and he plunged his tail deeper and deeper, the flexibility of his body allowing him to twist around more and more, drama flourishing through in the pounding beat of his heart, the pump of blood around his body.

The vines tingled with light, the dancing pattern hypnotising if he had been there in the moment to see it. But Xigfeldo was gone, lust after lust crashing through him, his tail twisting, grinding, pulsing deeper and deeper. There was more to come, so much more, tentacles twisting and turning, rotating as if they had more flexibility than even he could have anticipated. And yet if there was one thing that Xigfeldo would soon come to see it was that there was nothing that he could expect from Yverta and her plants, the creations that the deviant dragoness had come up with for herself.

In his breeding of her, feeding the plants more and more power, the next generation would be shown how to breed, how to thrive, how to become the next champions that the green dragons would revere and hold high in the esteem of their world. Her brother and sister, Jarrett and Xiomara, watched, though the worry in their eyes was only out of concern for them and not anything else. They were not in pain but orgasms like the ones they were having would need a stud-breeder like Xigfeldo to deliver again, if he was kind enough to do so, panting and heaving, his tail grinding. Their sister moaned around the vine, her body still, covered in so many vines that everything was revealed even as her body was restrained, passion contained for a throbbing crescendo that could not be lusted for in another manner than the one she was duly set on playing out. It would come and Xiomara would take it, again and again, though even she was not so sure what she wanted anymore, just like her brother.

Jarrett hardly breathed, head rolled back, chest heaving, pulsating desire coursing through him as if forced there by a higher power. Ah, but the young drake had so very much to learn and even then he lusted for the studly body of the older dragon before him, humping and grinding, heaving for the ultimate passion of the release. He needed to grunt, he needed to groan, yet the tentacle between his jaws, tickling the back of his throat - it could not quite push that far yet - had a tenacious desire to play out too, milking him even as he tried to jam his cock into that suction-like mouth, better than what he'd even experimented with before.

Milking was not a true orgasm, however, not for a randy young dragon who needed it and Jarrett whimpered and squirmed against his sister, although his cries were lost, Xigfeldo rumbling above them. He was a lustful mass of a dragon in the moment that they could not help but look up to, snarling and heaving, tail twitching, the muscle visibly rippling as he manipulated his own body to his will, driving and thrusting. On and on, he could only go on, thrusting and grinding and yet not getting anywhere, unsure of whether or not he was actually moving. Jarrett groaned. In a moment like that, it didn't seem to matter anymore, desperation rising up with equal amounts of arousal. A young drake like him, after all, was yet to learn what he enjoyed the most.

But Xigfeldo could fill their vision, somehow managing to dominate despite everything else, heaving and snarling and bellowing, the wall of vines behind the plants trembling with the shiver of his breath. He could not hold himself back as he climaxed one time after the other, so many crashing through him that it was admirable that even his draconic body could keep up, though he should have known that his stamina, ultimately, would win through. Being of draconic creation, perhaps the tentacles and plants would be able to drain a dragon before they were good and done but there was only one way to find out and the heaving mess of a lustful dragon still had a gleam in his eye that asked for more.

And it was more that he would get as Yverta clenched down on his tail, making it more than a little difficult for him to move. It was not that that caught his attention, however, but the flaring of illumination ripping down the tentacles, flashing and glinting and gleaming, the shades of the forest pumping through them. Yet the bulges of seed and sap that flowed down the full length of each and every tentacle funnelled something into them that Yverta would need to study in far greater detail, pumping them full, huge bulges flowing into them as they were pumped and pumped, bellies strained and full.

There was no end to it and the youngest of them struggled, though Yverta and Xigfeldo, as would be expected of them, took it all like a pro. One tentacle almost reverently lodged itself between his lips and Xigfeldo took the opportunity to suckle, drawing it sweetly into his mouth as he curled his tongue around it, drinking in the overly sweet essence that was nowhere near as musky as a dragon's cum nor as sweetly tart as the arousal of a dragoness. Neither, it was something else and it was that that had him grinding and thrusting, pumping out another orgasm still to feed the power of the plants all the more. With the vines twisting together, there was no longer any telling where one ended and another began, not so far set apart from the tangle of limbs that the champions, princes and princesses, had been left in after the ceremony, the after-party leaving them more drained than the event itself.

With the plants filling the room, tentacles writhing and twisting through the vines that he had, of course, taken to be a wall, they ripped down the semblance of privacy, revealing the dragons below, the flight of them that had come together to see what was happening, what their adored, crudely so, princess was crafting for them. For her experiments had come to sweet fruition time after time again and this time would be no different for any of them as the plants eagerly trembled, glowing faintly, reaching for the dragons that would become their next source of power. There was no draining a dragon of their sexual essence, of course, and the beasts leapt sweetly into the grasp of the tentacles, letting themselves be twisted up and away into the air as if even their bulky bodies weighed nothing at all, sides shivering with restrained lust.

Yet there was no sense of being restrained as they willingly gave themselves over to the passion of the plants, the shimmering lines of magic and power trickling down their vines, all the way to the buds blossoming, swelling, at the centre of them all. Yverta's eyes gleamed but there were no words suited to fall from such sweetly suckling lips as the tentacle pounded her throat, worming its way down even as it fed air down to her lungs, lost in the moment, revelling in her creation. So much was hers to take and develop and she'd known all along that Xigfeldo was just the right dragon to take them forward, the next step in their blissful blooming!

The vines curled out and out and Yverta tried to cry out to her people, those that she was in charge of when it came to matters of sex and lust and their sexuality, what she was the champion of in fertility sweetness, though they knew, still, that their princess was there for them. There was no rule to come from her paw but there was still lust for her to spread, the passion of fertility rising thick and strong through a land that, truly, no longer required it. But that most certainly was not going to stop the dragons from doing what they did best and sending their offspring out into the world to rule and reign further and further afield, claiming all that they came across and then rising into the next drama and realm with a flourish and a cocky grin.

They were dragons and the world would know them!

Xigfeldo roared, on the pinnacle of the stage, eyes on him even though the rest of the flock of dragons was caught up in the throes of lust. Even the shyest, most covert of them, was in with the vines, teased to completion, roars and grunts and groans charming through in a distinct cacophony that not even he could make sense of. And it was him at the centre of it all, feeding his power, his seed and his orgasmic juices, into the plant, letting them grow and grow and grow as Yverta relished in it, twisting and curling back and forth to the extent that she could.

There was only one thing more to do and that was to throw his head back, to lose himself in the moment completely and utterly, whimpering, moaning, every sound lost as he cried out over and over again. He could do anything, be anything, let the plants grow, pounding him, his tail having slipped from Yverta's tail hole but, well...what did that really matter in the grand scheme of things? The vines pushed him down and his cock found her pussy, tentacles guiding him in, though they still seemed to manage to suckle down his cum and her fluids, feeding off their lust.

She would soon see just what had come of her plants, trembling with light, shivering in slick droplets of sexual fluid, Yverta's younger siblings whimpering, caught up in the very depths of it. It would only be good, of course, but something to feel the land, to bring life to the most barren of areas beyond the reign of even the dragons across the land, taking them to newer pastures that were not yet fertilised.

Yverta's eyes gleamed, tongue crushed down against the bottom of her mouth, the drake cramming her full hitting all the right spots. Xigfeldo had been more imperative to her research than even she'd realised. The plants pounded them, sending thoughts into turmoil swirling and pounding on the inside of a skull that seemed empty of anything but lust. And it was only those lustful times were to come going forward for the green dragons and their silver-black princess friend...

Xigfeldo moaned, licking one of the tentacles, catching Xiomara's eye, that shy sweetheart. It would all be right.

They'd make sure of it.