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In the world of magic, you want to be on the winning end of life; with magic on your side, the trials and tribulations of common life activities become trivial and easy to overcome. Why struggle with cooking gruel when you can conduct your spoons and cauldrons to get things made with a wave of your hands-or a wand if you prefer being proper about it? Why feel the need to buy expensive furniture and tapestry to avoid any burns, tears or messes when you can charm your belongings with spells to ward off any incident? Why invest in well-made weapons for defending against beasts and dangerous critters when you can bend even the smallest object to your whim and turn it into a deadly object? Ah, the ages of where anyone who practiced magic were seen as people to fear out of respect.

Too bad that was ages ago, and the era is dying out for a modern turn to the future.

Fret not, the remnants of those times still exist; as forests usually known for their magical treachery to travelers were torn down and uprooted, as caves posing danger to all that sought to find where treasure and other items of interest could lie were blocked off and caved in never to be accessed again, and as acres of land that were the hunting ground for creatures of all sorts-from ogres to elves to half-dragons to leviathan drakes-were rolled over to make room for cities, the last of the magic was sealed away in hiding places that no one would trek to in their right mind.

But you know, there's always one way to get someone in such a primitive state of mind. And no, it's not the fight-or-flight response to danger that could spell immediate death to one foolish enough not to run or too cowardly to fend off. And no, it's definitely not the excitement of seeing battles unfold while inebriated with mead, rum or any form of alcoholic beverage one could get their hands on in this age.

No, it was the ripe smell of estrus that sent one's brain to a stupor that no hypnotist could ever replicate.

"Ahhh..." Within the deep regions of a forest that was mostly trees now that all the areas where magic had altered the plant life to do mysterious things for a traveling eye to see, a cave rested like the gaping maw of a volcano ready to burst forth with molten magma. But the intimidation of what could lie inside was lost as the owner proved to be not as mighty-or mountainous-as the entrance could lead to one presuming as an elderly-looking dragon with gray hairs everywhere one could imagine stepped into the daylight. "It's been a while..."

Ronald was quite rotund, for had he a cane, it would support his bones most efficiently as mounds of fat accented the idea of them being soft. Along with the hair that seemed to stem from the point of his neck where his lower jaw began all the way around until his mane, he seemed dismissive of decency. Not that it was a bad look for a dragon to look rather...cozy, but one of his size could at least bother to go for a loincloth at the very least.

Nope, Ronald were as bare as all could see, a thick mound of gray hair flanking the entirety of a thick mound of a fleshy, blue cavern leading to what can only be a vagina.

"Guess the symphony finally ended...Shame, was a little nice hearing something that w-wasn't a bird..." He looked around, disappointed by the lack of any encampments nearby, before resigning to lean against the wall as he tensed up...and began to pour juices from his cunny. Yes, those were the thick and pasty fluids of one's arousal filing out of the dragon's labia like it was all water from a filled-up bucket. It went on for a little while, leaving the ground glistening and rather odorous with the smell of fertility in dire need of some fertilizing before coming to a menial yet constant trickle.

"Fucking hell...Why do I still get these...?" Yep, Ronald was in heat alright. First one in a few centuries, and here he was just barely reaching 800 years old. Unfortunately, with an era of less and less beings who could probably take the taste of satiating him, he's been getting hit with worse and worse pangs to be bred. With no dragons around, he can't just go into some random part of the forest, bend over the tree stump and wait until he hears the sound of beating wings. And the locals weren't exactly... sturdy.

Even now, as Ronald began to walk away from the deep pool of juices he sprayed out onto the ground, he could see the glints of armor and swords within the distance of the trees. The marks of travelers who had been drawn in by his scent...and done in by said scents. Once he walked up far enough, he could see the bodies clearly.

Furrykin, humans, and scaly beings without a shred of mystique to them were laid out across the path leading to Ronald's cave like the dead walked again but the curse that brought them back lifted once the sun came up. The only commonality between them all was the fact that everyone was a guy, and they were all out cold with erections far too strong to be held away in platemail. Some had tried to shed their armor, to perhaps ward off the fatigue of quite literally cumming themselves to oblivion, but it was clear that the strength of Ronald's aroma had subdued them before they could commit to finding him first and foremost. It was a shame, some of these folks looked like they were endowed to plow some of the more concaved organs similar to Ronald's own.

"None of them look messy... could be of some use... Not as fun with them asleep..." Ah well, at least he can drag some back to his cave to act as filling so he doesn't get rampant heat waves.

A bull and a fox with a particularly burly build happened to be his targets for such a task and thus they were dragged back to Ronald's cave. By magic, of course. Just because being old didn't hamper his strength at all didn't mean he wasn't gonna not use magic to carry some armor-toting weaklings back home. The heat of the day felt like a warm kiss to him, like sitting in a hot spring and feeling the steam tickle his scales, but all it did today was remind him that he had yet to be properly sated and right on cue he let out another torrent of slick on the ground. He didn't have time to waste, so he ended up leaving a trail of pungent mud and matted grass in his wake by the time he was back in his cave.

"Alright boys, time to get to work." Ronald didn't have time to get them all the way in the cave, so he just laid them out carefully as soon as they were within the walls and aligned both of their still-firm erections upward so he could have some entertainment while his estrus ignited his core. The second the tips touched the outer folds of his pussy, it winked so loudly that one could have been mistaken for mixing pasta around. Or smacking their lips while chewing. It wasn't long before the audible *SHLRP* of their dicks into Ronald's pussy filled the immediate area, and the seamless fit they caused from slipping inside seemed like magic.

But from an outside perspective, it was obvious Ronald was meatier yet also spacious in there.

He came down to a seat on them both, not even getting so much as a subconscious stir from either man, and felt a quick rush escape his beefy folds once he found them nearing his cervix. For too long, it lay untouched by something long enough to breach it, so it was at optimal restrictive access for a cock to start unloading into Ronald's womb once punched through. Though he'll have to get them going-an erection doesn't cum on its own without stimulus, after all.

"Mmm...hope y'all ain't dry though...Can't be ridin' branches if I don't get any sap..." It would be a major letdown to even bother going as slowly as he was and turn out with nothing, but his expectations were on an all-time high thanks to his heat and knowing his body's scent with his pheromones were enough to incapacitate someone foolhardy enough to immerse themselves purely off of the smell. So with neither bull nor fox giving him even an early trigger of precum, he was stuck going through the throes of his own orgasm brought on by the sensitivity of his walls.

Even in the middle of getting up from the unconscious knights' dicks, Ronald's pussy began to quiver, and a strong torrent of slick that left the poor dragon light-headed escaped from those folds. The dicks inside were at the mercy of those walls, because in spite of the rather hefty amount of thickness to the organ, they were both in a chokehold and left to be viciously massaged.

Unfortunately for Ronald, as he came down from his nirvana soaring in the heavens like a pureblood in the Ancient War ages, neither the bull nor the fox came, and they remained out cold even when he tried to get started again.

"Bah! Useless, useless, useless." He got on his feet, staying to a squat as his pussy continued to wink within the presence of dicks, and flicked his hand out the cave. What should have done nothing ended up flinging the two fellas out of Ronald's cave and out of his hair as he retreated back into the depths of his den.

"This is getting annoying... No one lasts long enough to get to me, and no one can stay going enough to finish in me if I go get 'em myself... How th' hell do I get rid of this heat wit' no dragons around...!?" Ronald's home was deeper than what one would think from the outside, which was only a high walk-in that seemed to cave in the further one walked in. But no, he was magic-bound as displayed with his dismissal and retrieval of those two knights, and soon the actual "home" became clearer.

An armchair laid against a cavern wall surrounded by books that towered over the furniture with almost unfathomable heights; a bronze cauldron, slightly rusty from age, rested above a kindling circle; a wooden table with two drawers held up a lamp, which probably got used for reading at night-considering dragon scenes were much more succinct rather than the mundane vision of non-magical critters; and some blankets for the winter.

His frustrations led him to squatting by his monumental library, where tomes and grimoires of the magic era resided collecting dust. For a hot minute, Ronald had the idea of seeing if there was some sort of spell that could revitalize the dragon population-or give him the means to do it himself, at least. But, as he grabbed the first book he could think of pertaining to anything of that manner, he skimmed his way into a cold trail. In a huff, he tossed the book into a pile nearby, knocking down a tower that hadn't been precariously stacked in any regard, and got himself startled when books fell around him in hard slams.

One had slipped open from the fall, and right on the floor at his feet even, and the old hermit immediately caught the word 'lust' on the page it landed on. He ended up chalking it up to a coincidence that his own library was listening to him suffer but wanted to miraculously provide a solution for him, and what a hell of a solution it was.

"'...demons will immediately hound any sign of an orifice that is not covered up from exposure, and only stop when they themselves are satisfied. Do not open gateways large enough to let them slip out on their own. Their semen is virile enough to knock up mortals and start chaos across all of the lands'... Well fuck if that ain't reason to get started, I don't know wh-" Ronald, in the midst of him beaming that he was just hand-given the best way to get rid of his heat and them some, forgot to keep an eye on his step, and had to double over on his armchair as his pussy rejoiced in its own messy way. At this rate, one might as well call those azure folds of sensitive flesh a "hiccuping waterfall", but hey Ronald was gonna fix it for sure. He just had to get things moving, so he got his cauldron out and kept his spell supplies close just in case, and kept the book open on the page for reference.

He dumped in some blue fluids and right away the cauldron began to manifest the sights of magic at play. He didn't need to heat it up, so he just kept a close eye on what he needed to add to the mix.

"Two Goblin tusks...unicorn hoof? Gnarly... uh...One piece of dragon..." Ronald didn't think the spell was gonna be that personal with body parts. He was NOT about to give up a limb to get fucked, even if he could amputate himself painlessly. He observed himself, looking for anything loose while trying to avoid brushing his bush in any way lest he knock the cauldron over in an orgasm. Spellbinding ain't meant to be taken lightly, you know!?

When he lifted his feet to make sure if he had any loose scales, he found a hangnail barely dangling out of his toe. Hey, the spell didn't specify what kind of part, and since he was the only dragon around, the only way it wouldn't work was if the spell writer was drunk off their ass. So, he dug it out with an old wand that he used to pick his teeth with after supper, dumping it into the cauldron and getting back to business.

"Ifrit tongue...ogre eye...and the heart of a witch...This book is insane." But, wouldn't Ronald also be insane for having all these ingredients readily available for use? No, he raided old caves fairly, since nothing was in them to stop him, so there was no need to feel bad that all he required for the spell was just within reach. Though, it did leave a pang in Ronald that he didn't have to work for this.

Maybe he does miss the days where he had to walk a mile just to get a little thing for brunch from a neighbor in the forest...

But as the spell began to swirl on its own and change color, he dismissed his forlorn reminiscing and marveled at the fluids coming to a completion. He made sure it wasn't a trick with a quick read-over of the spellbook, and not recalling a piece missing got him rubbing his hands together like he was about to cook up a feast for one to celebrate an occasion. After a minute of waiting, a thick cloud of smoke puffed out from the cauldron, and the contents had shrunk considerably since Ronald last checked in. But he figured that was the spell's way of warning a user not to overuse any bit of it, and promptly scooped some out with his spoon.

"Three drops should be enough..." Since the warning was clear that a big portal would condemn the world-or make it more interesting, the dragon didn't really care about losing out on foraging for food in exchange for having to buy it-to an eternity of sex and destabilization, he only slathered a finger's worth of the concoction on the clearest space of the cave wall he could find. He wasn't gonna put it on the floor-his thighs and gut would get in the way.

Once he dumped what he brought back in the cauldron to be salvaged later, he waited for the magicks to take hold. With bated breath, Ronald watched with glee as the wall began to glow with a shimmering mystique and fall away to show off a small, foot-sized hole that revealed a world like no other. The dragon could barely hold his excitement as he peeked in first, and his eyes couldn't believe what he saw.

The world was gray... but that was only to sell how there was no way plants and such could live in such a realm. Statues were everywhere Ronald could see anything taller than a hill, depicting all sorts of lewd imagery immortalized for a citizen to see. The skies were black but there was still a moon of some sort to cast light for everyone to see, and it helped Ronald catch eyes on what the demons looked like.

"Holy cumdrop..." Burly, almost like the fox, but promise everywhere the dragon could peek. They were all gray colored too, with furred legs, high-reaching horns and spaded tails that curled like snakes behind them all. With wings almost as mighty as the ancient ancestors Ronald shared blood with, demons flew across the skies and the land like groupings of bats out to feed. The ground level was no different, for the ones who weren't in flight-or didn't have the wings for it-were busy... 'congregating'. Though Ronald wasn't sure if he could really call aggressive gang bangs and the occasional sighting of an orgy mere congregation.

It was more... what's the word? Oh yeah, raunchy!

"Hmm...Gotta make sure I attract a lotta 'em." Once he caught sight of a demon's junk swinging around between their legs, he knew he had to make the portal bigger. But, he wasn't sure how big it should be, despite barely being able to get his pussy through. Once he gathered enough of the essence, he placed his ass against the wall once more and let the spell coat the cave but around the outline of his cheeks-he had to use his wand like one used paint to do it. In no time, he immediately fell back into the portal, coming to a curt halt once half of his thighs were inside. The position wasn't the best, but he wanted to make sure he had a means to keep them out while still getting what he wanted. Though, he knows it probably takes time and lots of marinating for a scent like his to spread out far enough in a new world, so he grabbed a book he was reading last night and waited...

~ ~ ~

"Make sure you save the rest for me later!"

The Lust Demon code was simple; when you finish a round, you are given the choice to continue endlessly or stop and find someone else. Expressing desires were encouraged down here, to a point where if you weren't having sex, then someone will fix that for you, so if you were taking a break from one specific demon, then they were free to go fuck others as you are for yourself. Xos knows these rules well, though he ends up catching stragglers rather than securing his friends as they tend to get tangled up in group orgies faster than Xos can take flight. But he was far from mad about it.

No no no, he enjoyed having anything crawl his way. He hunted and got hunted, and that was the life he loved. He pounded tail, got his tail pounded, sucked dick and ate ass and pussy alike in his lifetime. Though he's adventurous at heart, it makes sense that he takes time to just explore his environment. Like the great Orgy Tower where some of the older demons once stacked on top of each other to try and make a cum fountain for the onlookers below, or the bridge where one could lay down and get a proper moment with one of the beasts that swim inside. Or that forest where all the plants were leeches that thrived off cum. Even now, Xos could hear some lucky demon get their rocks off from the many vines that ensnared them from where he stood, but he wasn't up for having an ass full of sap today. No...

He wanted something out of this world...

Something like... never been around in ages...

Something like... a mortal...

Xos's thinking led to him absentmindedly walking around, merely glancing at all the blowjobs, rimjobs, breast and pecjobs, ass poundings and pussy reamings instead of egging the participants on with the prospect of joining in on the action, before he came to a wall that stood within a park. It was made of bricks, but with everything dulled out so the only thing one really needed to focus on was the moving bodies of fresh meat seeking each other out, it might as well be made of stone for all anyone cared around here. Xos remembered this wall fondly.

This was the place where he got his first gang bang; some beefcastle had tailed him to this spot and let him have a taste, but Xos hadn't been betting on their friends finding the two of them, and before he knew it, he was riding a dick, jerking off two more, and tending to a double team in his mouth.

The wall was also where he got his first big bottom wrapped around his pinkie; they didn't come off as the submissive type, but when Xos smacked their ass they were as subservient as a slave. Not one thing got an objection from them, and the amount of nut Xos pumped onto and into them would make a mortal dream with a soiled bed.

And the wall was home to many quick throat fucks that Xos either liked, could have had better from, or really had a reason to limp away from the scene. Hard not to imagine what it's like getting your essence sucked through your dick like a black hole had taken home inside of someone's throat and wanted every drop of nut you could offer. Unfortunately for Xos, at the time, there's no such thing as shooting dry in this realm, so he only got away once he passed out. Hell, he remembered how he woke up, laughing away now as the humorous scene of him shooting off the ground right into some demon's ass as they were busy getting head. That big, hairy blue ass...

Wait a minute, it was gray, not blue!

Xos shook himself out of his brain for a minute and realized the ass he had 'mistakenly visualized' was actually present in front of him, and no amount of illusionist treachery could replicate such a pleasant odor...Mmm, it was such a good scent, it had him hard in an instant. The more he took in, the more he wanted it, and before he could question why the ass was there in the first place, he was taking handfuls of the squishy flesh into his hands.

Whoever this belonged to was fat, as the saggy look of their cheeks was a clear sign of being plus-sized and proud, but they were old too. Gray hair that seemed to bend like a 'U' covered the entirety of the ass's surface, trailing over their taint and surrounding a... a...

It was the thickest pussy Xos had ever laid eyes on.

"Mortals are equipped like this...? I've been missing out...~" It was astounding how thick the fleshy folds were, because it all looked so remarkably like a flower that the only giveaway that it wasn't some coverup was the reactive squirt that got Xos right on his crotch when he touched it. He didn't need to be an old demon to tell this mortal was in heat, and a really bad one with how much steam rose from where those juices landed on him. "Ah, so we got a curious one who wants some exotic seed, eh?"

Xos got a firm hold of some ass and stepped up to the task, aiming his dick for the entrance through the beefy abyss of that pussy, and slammed his way in before he could elicit any objection from the owner on the other side. He could care less about how it was sticking through, and he didn't care at all when he could feel the sheer heat of their womb grace his cock head when he knocked on their cervix in one thrust. This must be one hell of a dream if it wasn't real, but there was no way one can manifest this much physical exertion in pounding a butt so hard it clapped and jiggled in tune with one's relentless humps in their subconscious. No, this was an ass as real as they came, and Xos was gonna enjoy every second huffing as he was digging his dick deeper into that cavern of a cunt, and whiffing up the stink that was coming off from it.

"GODS...AB-ABOVE!..." On the other side, Ronald was enamored, tongue out and book discarded as he braced himself against the wall. Whoever was getting first dibs was no slouch, and they were even giving hints of being hung enough to breach his uterus. God, he could already see himself getting his belly swollen to the brim taking a load from whoever this guy was, and he hoped they weren't a quitter when the going got good. So far, no precum, and there hadn't been any shot on him before they got inside of him, so he knows they were definitely a different breed of demon to not nut from the slightest sniff.

"Pussy can take a beating. Mortals sure are some durable toys...~" Xos was keeping a vice grip on Ronald now that he knew that there was nothing he could dish out to make this mortal try and back off from this fuck. It's been so long since he sank into some pussy this deep, and having one that could fit him with such ease despite not being of a demon's make was almost a blessing. Only way to make this better would be being able to hear how they were taking it, but this ass was like a cork.

Nothing came out from the other side.

Didn't matter to Xos in the end, for the first volley of precum followed up with him finally beating his cock head through the mortal's cervix and feeling those walls spasm around him in rapid euphoria as the warmth that embraced him made him sigh in delight. Fuck yes. If this was how mortal heat felt like, then he wanted all the babies to get in there. Though, Xos was an adventurous demon at heart, and working his way to an orgasm that would no doubt get him worrying about a little gremlin in a new generation got him wondering if it'd be worth the trouble.

"Fuck..." But then, in the middle of contemplating whether or not he would make for a good father of any sort, the pussy flooded over his dick and he threw caution in the wind. "This bitch needs some babies in them. Heat or no heat...~"

"Pl-pl-please...FUCK! Don't stop in there...!" Ronald panted towards his feet as his cunt convulsed like he was being electrocuted from the inside, the demonic kidney puncher going from preparing him for a good time to taking home in his womb. For a hot minute, it felt like they were trying to open him up for something bigger, but that could have been figured as wanting to have easier room getting eggs out.

Contrary to popular belief, a dragon like Ronald made and laid eggs fast, and a heat like his would probably brew one up like a mug of mead on a crispy summer day.

"Damn that warning..." He wished he could egg on who was plowing him with ass shakes or even with a little self-slap or just some words of encouragement, but his entire rump had the portal sealed shut on him and all he could do was show that he loved every bit of this with orgasm after orgasm.

"RAAAAAANNNNGH..." Speaking of which, another tore through him, mind fluttering like he had a head full of butterflies while his legs clenched in an effort to push out juices from his pussy. The demon going to town on him got a full-length massage, but they were strong enough to go on from start to finish, and it left Ronald on the road for more reasons to gush on them as he was left rubbing his belly. Oh, he can already tell there might be twins out of this one...he just hopes that wasn't a curse being scribbled on his ass...

"Heheh... just a little something to leave a mark..." Meanwhile, Xos got the bright idea of a fun little event to draw in some admirers of mortal orifices, and managed to nab a means of graffiti to put on Ronald's butt before he got himself near the edge. The precum he was letting off should be the reason why that cunt was practically trying to mechanically pump him for his nut, and having the control over this was surely thrilling. Too many times the demon can count not having any power even when he was the one doing the fucking, and this was the upbringing he could use. A shame there's no currency down in this realm, or he could make one hell of a fortune selling this ass for anyone with the cash.

He'll make due with having the first dibs on his list of achievements in his eternal life though.

"Perfect." Xos smacked Ronald's ass once he was done marking it, crude tellings such as "BREED THIS", "FREE FOR ALL" and "CUM SLUT" etched across the surface of the smelly rump. But he saved a special message right above Ronald's rear end, "Hell's New Slamhole" being the designated title for advertisement.

It was true, for the time leading up to Xos wanting to finish off in this pussy brought him to bracing himself on the wall and driving his hips forward as hard as he could . Judging by the lack of complaints from the other side, the ass didn't mind one bit that the breeding was coming to an end. After all, it's been a good twenty minutes of thrusting into the wettest pussy in existence as far as Xos cared to know and enduring plenty of orgasms that could have been mistaken for waves of water being filtered through a tunnel. Some cum was due from the big demon.

"Alright, let's see just how deep I can put this load..." Xos's claws were digging into the cracks of the brick wall before him, and the heat of his own breath tickled his nose as he gave it all he had. He was brisk, he was brutal, and he was barreling straight in for that womb. His balls, sagging low between his legs yet having enough room to swing around, nearly knocked against the wall with all the slamming that occurred, and it took every ounce of willpower to make sure things stayed that way. Xos was a demon, don't get him wrong, but he wasn't a heavy masochist.

Bites were fine, colliding with solid rock wasn't.

"Boy, you better not...ch-cheat me out of this..." Ronald was starting to get winded from gushing every two minutes, pussy in a blaze of hyperactive nerves that seemed to make his whole body clench up like he were having an astral projection nap. Sweat beaded down his hairy form, and the cave floor was humid with the aroma of perspiration and his latent musk being everywhere around his living space. If it weren't for the fact that the demon plowing him like he was soil was deep enough to make slight nudges in Ronald's gut, he would have thought they had gone from fucking him to fingering him.

But alas, the old man need not to worry, because one last slam that nearly propelled him forward an inch from the sealed-off portal led to a warmth like no other. It was like getting hot spring water seeping into his cunt so he could give some entertainment for some fairies who wanted to hide from some ogres who were into having pixie dust in their eyes, only instead of the runny texture of such near-scalding liquids, it was a rush of viscous cream that took home right in Ronald's womb and stayed in for a majority of the time.

"Ahhh...Nothing like some mortal to really get the lazy nut out...~" Xos was in some plain of euphoria that was personal to him and him alone as his thighs tensed up to let the last of the deluge out, feeling some of the excess settle within the deep confines of the mortal's passage but not voluminous enough to ooze back out. His dick was still standing tall, but his thirst had been s-

"What the fuck?" Xos had been about ready to find some lucky demon to clean him off and probably give them a return tonguing, but what he witnessed-and listened to-was something he would expect an old member of this species of demon to love; the pussy was spasming again but instead of with the throes of reacting to having a fitted cock inside of the depths, it was letting something out with how inviting those folds were when pushing outward. Xos watched with a much more intense erection as the mortal slowly but certainly pushed an egg of a blue scaled texture with little black dots in a scatterplot pattern out of their cunny. He made sure that his tail caught it before it hit the ground, only for that cave-orifice to catch his attention again. It spasmed again, almost winking at Xos to dive back in and try to make a second round, but all that led up to was an orgasm that sent a torrent of juices square into the demon's lower half and left his fur matted.

"...Oh I gotta tell the boss about this ass...~" The demon was sold. They all might not be claiming mortal holes for all of eternity with a much more spacious plane of existence to flourish and infest like leeches, but there was something to salvage with such fertility at play here. Xos can already see the praise he'll get... Once he took the egg into his hands, he flew off from the scene with a smirk, leaving Ronald alone and twitching with a squelch to their cunt.

"Gods...th-that felt..." The right phrasing for it was lost, but one could probably get a euphemism in there and say it was nothing short of mind blowing. The dragon fought the kind of exhaustion that would put him to sleep for a week if he wasn't careful, rubbing his belly as he recovered from the quickest pregnancy he ever endured. The last time he was carrying, it had been a clutch of dragon eggs from a beast several times his size. They had been so equipped, yet Ronald was such a good fit for them that he ended up taking load after load from their loins until he had laid enough eggs to start a moderately sized thunder to rule the skies.

That memory alone made him cum again, no doubt getting his gunk all over whatever ground was on the other side and the egg if it hadn't been moved. He wondered if that was all he should do for now and probably wait until he was going to sleep for the night to just leave himself open for any demons in there, before he felt something hard prod his ass...

~ ~ ~

"What do you make of it, Ziz?" The congregation around Ronald's ass was now three demons-deep, with one of them taking to the challenge presented to them all head-on. This one was a little shorter than the others, and his dick was ridged, but that didn't make his dick any smaller.

The one being referred to responded back with, "Definitely mortal. Think someone had a turn with it though."

"That shouldn't matter. We're Lust Demons, we don't get pissy about sloppy seconds." Another creature, taller than Ziz but chubbier than normal, cut in. They didn't seem as eager as Ziz was, but not truly complaining that the three of them happened upon claimed pussy.

"I mean, yeah Frodor, but can we even breed it? I can smell cum but don't see any from the first few inches in." Ziz was quite literally spreading Ronald's pussy open to peer inside like one spying into a crack through a door, hands threatening to slip thanks to all the pussy juice and sweat accommodating the sensitive flesh. And speaking of sensitivity, the demon ended up getting blasted with an orgasm brought on by his curious prodding. "Sh-sheesh, this bitch must still be in heat!"

"Hmm..." The last one, who ended up being the tallest and most equipped between themselves, Ziz and Frodor, came over to the staggered demon rubbing their eyes and digging a hand inside the cunt. It spasmed, but the demon was not easily held back, and soon he pulled out a scoop of semen just as Ziz got hit with another blast of pussy juice. The big one sniffed the seed, looking closely as one using some form of seeing glass meant for zooming in, before wiping it off on their thigh. "Xos has been here."

"Geez Dillux, I didn't think you liked the guy that much to know what his cum smelled and looked like." Frodor got a bit of a laugh before they were suddenly flung towards the brick wall. It didn't damage them much, but they were still dazed as Dillux brushed his hands off.

"Hold your tongue. I do not like people, I tolerate them. Now make yourself useful and clean off Ziz. If this hole can be bred, then I wanna see how far it can go before the whole city's trying to claim it."

"Alright boss..." Frodor begrudgingly committed to brushing his tongue across the blinded Ziz's face, easing the fellow demon's peril of being unable to see. The juices tasted like something straight out of hell, but considering this was mortal fluids and not demon, the comparison was more in-tune than metaphorical. Despite such, it still got the guy hard and soon he was influenced by the strength of the juices and loomed over Ziz as he fell into the haze.

"H-hey, Frodor. Getting a little hot there..." Ziz had been so bent on getting some mortal pussy, but he can't just leave his friend aroused but hanging. So with a smug grin, he pressed closer and started to dry hump with his pal.

In the meantime, Dillux managed to get his erection up and running, teasing the entrance to the mortal's depths with the tip alone and getting a reaction just about every time. He had enough once the pussy climaxed again, grabbing onto an asscheek hard enough to leave his hand imprinted into the flesh as he jammed his thick pole inside. The embrace of those walls made Dillux grunt, but he persisted straight to the end without fail. Xos really opened this one up, but Dillux was about to make sure this mortal could take any beating. He was more of power over finesse, and it wasn't long before his cohorts were sympathetically flinching from the thrusts that sounded like someone being slapped by a scorned demoness in the middle of them getting naughty with each other.

"Don't cum. Either of you. If this mortal swine's useful, we gotta build our gang." This got a collective groan from Ziz and Frodor, who dislodged from kissing each other with the intensity of long-lost lovers-with excessive tongue.

"Oh c'mon, Dillux. Ziz got me in a mood..." A Lust Demon being blue-balled was a citywide emergency in of itself, for the act of holding back would send one into a frenzy that would destabilize the community if they're left alone. So yes, everyone of all sizes and makes got in to cure each other in those situations. Frodor was already showing signs of being in such a state; possessive grabbing, aggressive humping on Ziz, leaking precum like a fountain, and absentminded growling under the tongue.

"Easy, Frod. I know how your refractory period goes is all. Don't want you to go in and take all day. If you have to, then do i-" Dillux was cut off by blissful screams as Frodor completely ignored what else he had to say and started to fuck the everlasting hell out of Ziz, their furred behind coming down on them in such a mating press that he couldn't help but be impressed. The fatso had some bark to their bite. But enough imagining replicating it on them, it was time to claim a mortal's womb.

Ronald was in such a state of bliss that he wasn't sure if he could find out where the dick currently spearing through his pussy with ease ended, and he truly did not care. They hadn't even been in him a few minutes ago and he was gushing all the same as if he had been courted by his own kind and was getting prodded by a large finger. He was fuzzy-headed, his legs were a little cramped from standing like this, and his back was aching, but the elation from being utterly destroyed was just too much to ignore in favor of relaxing. Ronald didn't even have the heart to consider taking a break-this demon was fucking any kind of rationale right out of him and filling the space with their dick. Their grip was definitely a big factor to him liking them, especially when they finally barreled through his cervix and started pumping what could only be precum into his womb.

He huffed when they finally bothered with his clit back there, splattering juices on their legs and going into a rhythmic spasm around their dick for a good minute before coming to rest. Unlike the last guy, this one waited on him to finish cumming before continuing, but that didn't stop them from practically paddling his ass with their hips in an effort to breed him. Times like these made Ronald glad his estrus lasted over a week even when bred.

Dillux was huffing puffs of steam from his fanged maw, finding the effort to keep this mortal in their place was growing more taxing than his norm. TO think that one not even built like one of them could endure a demon... unheard of. And yet, he couldn't help but see the use of such. Perhaps he can find a better mood to keep in the future, but for now, he managed to find himself all the way in with his sack drooping towards the wall rather than to their button.

Yeah, he was loaded hard.

"B-boss..." Dillux glanced to his left, spotting Frodor panting like a cerberus hound after exercise. They were deep into exerting their desires, to a point where they were still going as Ziz bit their lip and came all over the both of them from the repeated assault on their ass. "I'm almost done..."

"Good. Don't make a big mess or you're my chair for the night." The groan Dillux got from his threat was one that amused him, but he diverted his focus back to the mortal who had yet to be bred by him. His cock was just about ready for the final stretch, but he wanted to make sure they would scream on the other side from his actions...then it hit him, and the evil grin that stretched across Dillux's face seemed fitting for a monster of his caliber.

His tail came around and gave that clit a good wrapping, leaving the brunt of its swollen state exposed and at the mercy of Dillux's thrusts as he began to pummel that pussy with a might that couldn't be matched. His power held true, because he felt the convulsions of orgasm take the mortal and his legs were left with a fresh coat of lubricant that incentivized continuous drilling. That womb was child's play now, cervix completely decimated and left to submit to the incoming force that was that battering ram of a dick Dillux possessed.

Every thrust followed with a torrent of fluids from that cunt, and it was all promptly ignored in favor of being used to build of the pressure in Dillux's seemingly bottomless balls. After all, the amount of hot precum that's been taking home in the mortal's lukewarm orifice could fill a barrel over at this point.

In the heat of the action, Frodor found time to yell out that he was cumming, Ziz taking in that load with such heated gusto that the ahegao they had on them looked picture perfect. Frod's cock was pumping so hard that one could make out their own asshole twitching in tune as excess seed began to ooze out past the base and their balls. Good for them, Dillux mused in his head, but he himself wanted to have a good sendoff.

Once he found a rhythm of where he knew just how many times he could ram his way into the mortal's dick tunnel of a cunt before they came all over him, he put his mind right. Instead of thinking about the future, he thought of just how well this went. Every second being squeezed at a pleasant rate, every second taking in the scent of estrus being sated-even if only a little, and every second being baked in the heat of that womb...

If it wasn't obvious, Dillux wasn't one to express that he was having fun often... enough.

When the big demon came, it was with such a hushed tone that had it not been for Ziz and Frodor being close by, they would have never heard it. His spunk came rushing in like a flood, taking in just about every space inside of that womb where it all belonged and barely having any room to leak back out thanks to how deep everything transpired. Dillux even thrust in the midst of his own climax, and that plus the mortal's responsive climax didn't bring out any of his seed. Only when he pulled out to deliberately shoot on that worn-looking cunt did any cum make it out from that greedy hole.

"Damn boss, didn't take you to like mortals more than demoness pussy..." Ziz was in a high, so Dillux will excuse that little jab to his pride. He observed that cunt while his dick pointed at it like a greatsword, debating if he should take another round with his two associates still recovering, until he heard a rather wet suction transpire from that orifice and watched with intrigue as juices began to spray out.

Followed by the slow departure of a blue egg from that pussy.

"Holy shit..." Frodor stared with wide eyes as he watched their boss just get an egg out of the mortal in almost under a minute of not even fucking it. "This bitch's on some whole other level of being fertile..."

"I know, it's gnarly..."

Dillux plucked the egg off the ground, sneering at the lack of demon features on the oval surface, before resigning to just cleaning it off with his tongue. When he finished, he snapped his fingers, getting Ziz and Frodor to get their attention.

"You two, get busy. Something tells me this mortal's heat doesn't go away with ease, and it'll take more than my own cum to get them birthing purebloods of our kind. I'm gonna go gather some more dicks." Dillux's wings unfurled from behind him and he took off from the scene with his egg, leaving the pair of sweaty demons to take in the scene before them.

A marked pussy with seemingly no limits to how much cum could be dumped inside.

You best believe the two of them rushed upon it and quickly decided on how they would do this: Frodor manning the back while Ziz kept his head hunched over that rear end like a denizen making sure the downed prey can't get up. Where one would be concerned about space, Ziz made it work with his lean hide coming to rest against Frodor's gut as the two of them aligned dicks to the mortal's pussy.

Ronald was still recuperating from the second egg laying at the time before he felt like his ass was being fought over, pressuring making it squeeze and tense up from the weight bearing upon it so closely. He was confused, for it didn't feel like some fat demon had taken hostage of his rump to a point where their gut was 'sentient' enough to crawl around like that, but all of that suspicion was gone when he felt not one but two dicks invade his cunny in one synchronised thrust. Before he could think that the first two had been holding out on him for not busting out a double-trouble, he felt two pairs of balls get to work making contact with his butt, and found himself mentally praising whoever was giving him the business.

He knows there was little room to work with in spite of how fat his ass was. Seriously, if his cave was "fitting for his height", he'd get stuck in the opening more often than not.

"Y-you boys...are becoming favorites..." One was thick, one was long; one hammered its way through Ronald's walls and left him panting, one drilled through his pussy and took refuge in his womb before pulling back out; one made sure his clit got the attention it needed, one ground against his asshole to make it itch for more. The dragon was back in his blissful state and then some, for his inexperience with two dicks in one hole was showing hard. But he didn't climax right away, no. He did when they both finally got inside of his womb. Though, when the thick one got in, he noticed that it was wet from something warmer than his cum, and ended up thinking they probably got blown by some kind of heat spirit or got busy in a pool of lava.

"Hell...hell really is more fun than this junk..." Ronald peered at his stuff, noticing how bland and basic everything was. He heard something shuffle to his right and watched with a bored expression as a knight glinted their way to his cave. Clad in silver armor that was slowly being shed off due to the excessive heat being contained by the firm metal, they clanked their way to Ronald as if they were dead-set on doing the breeding they were too late for. The dragon will have to give them credit for not being down there with the rest, but they didn't make it inside anyway, just falling and doubling in on themselves as they no doubt came on the grass below until they couldn't do so much as pump out a glob. "Little amateur."

The dragon got knocked back into his place when one of those demons got a hold of his clit, and his muzzle opened up to let him huff out puffs of smoke as it got him going again. Damn him and his easy access to nirvana, but really damn him harder that it only happens when they were getting close. He wanted it at random, not just so he knows the fun's about to end. Who knows if he was even gathering anymore interest after being used by four dicks? He'd verbally complain, or find out if there was a way to project his voice to those fellas going at him, but he knew trying to consult the book was pointless. It was firm in demanding he stick to small, easy to close holes into this realm, and he begrudgingly had to stick to it...

When they finally came, Ronald's belly began to protrude much more visibly from below, nearly sagging to the ground before him holding in all the cum, and feeling his own rush of fluids spray on the demons giving him more cream to churn into babies. And with his heat making the fertilization so frantic, it felt like there was magic hands kneading the dragon's womb into action.

"D-damn...Rrrrrrnnngh!...hah..." Ronald felt his pussy contract in the ways of laying an egg, feeling an oval leave the depths of his cunt while more followed behind it. The consistent pressure laving out of him left him breathing in hitches as he did his best to hurry them out. Cumming on them got things moving faster, but he didn't wanna bet on completely safe egg laying with demons. For all he knew, they were probably getting crammed into demonesses for some kind of conversion ritual or something by now. But Ronald won't know for sure unless he wanted to risk it.

Oh well...guess he better sit here and recover from laying four eggs only a minute after getting wrecked by those dicks...

~ ~ ~

"...I'm telling you, boss. This could be our moment. We don't need to take over the mortal world to populate us, we just need the one in the park to stay put and this place will be swarming." We return to Xos, who had been so proud with being the first of Ronald's suitors for the eternal night that he had gone straight to the realm's 'highest establishment' to consult with the master of all of this. Unlike the demons who were different shades of gray all over, this one sat on a throne of chrome yet was colored darker. Even had black sclera compared to everyone having generic white with red eyes.

Though they still fit the theme with the gray irises.

"Why should I trust some foolish mortal's fertility to preserve our kind for the future? We are not in desperate need as you think we are, we just have yet to find a proper solution to our underpopulated areas that doesn't involve begging like vermin." Their voice matched their demeanor perfectly, and once one noticed that the Boss was sitting on a throne with a loincloth that did nothing to hide from someone's imagination, it was much easier to realize that this was some sort of king. Or overlord. Either way, no one went against him and lived. They rose up from their throne, leaving their head propped by their knuckles, and stared at Xos like he was a mere jester entertaining the hall with bad puns.

"It's not begging if we were hand-given the opportunity. I'd rather not wait to make some mortals into some obedient pets. No one is, especially not you. Why don't you at least give it a look, if you really think this egg is fake?" Xos's confidence was fading the longer he stood there, for the Boss's gaze was like having one's body slowly fade away like dust in the breeze, and the audience they had continued to be blank with their judgment of the proposal he was giving.

"You don't command m-" Just before Xos could get his comeuppance for being pushy, another lookalike came rushing into the hall from outside.

"Yo Boss, lot of folks heading into the park. Somethin' about a mortal that lays eggs on the spot...?" They didn't have any idea about why the area was so tense, so they just left back out, leaving Xos to knowingly glance to the Boss, who sighed with such resignation that one could see the plume of soot escape their nostrils.

"Fine. I will observe this phenomenon. If this is fraudulent, Xos, I will clip your wings off." The mere thought of that made Xos reach back and hold his for protection with his free arm, the other keeping his egg safe and sound before he did a stupid and dropped it. He didn't need to stand there long, for the Boss finally got up from their seat, but that still didn't hide their junk as they stomped their way towards him. "Now lead the way."

"O-on it..." He's never seen them move from that seat ever-at times, he thought they sat there for everything that happened and sent others to do the dirty work for him-so to not only have the Boss ready to move and at his call was thrilling enough to bring the bravado that carried Xos all the way over here. His wings unfurled and he took off, only to here the *CRKK* of even bigger wings flapping into action behind him before seeing the Boss come up beside him with their arms crossed. Understandable, they were business only with zero room for nonsense. The park was a fair flight away, but Xos remained silent for his own good. But, he couldn't help but notice the crowds of demons starting to group up at the park, specifically where he had left it.

Damn, now he really wished there was a currency down here.

"Suppose your messenger was not wrong." the Boss commented, leaving Xos thankful that it was true. Though he wasn't out of the ice yet, and took to taking a glide towards where he knew the wall was present.

And what he saw made his dick hard.

The mortal's ass had been taken hostage by the demons alright; every moment was spent watching one thrust, pump away in a flurry, seeing them grimace in bliss before they pulled out and seed dribbled out from within, only for an egg or two to slide out from the deep end. The rhythm was like watching a factory at work, just minus the pollution, and it seemed even the Boss liked what they saw. But it seemed everything came to a pause as folks began to notice that their overlord was present above them, and a space for them to land was made in a breakneck pace right that instant. Xos would have made to stay behind and let things happen, but the Boss' tail had nabbed him around the waste and he went plummeting down with them with a not so graceful landing.

Everyone was silent, demon and demonesses waiting to see if Xos was about to get his wings chopped like they were pitiful fakes, but the Boss' eyes were on the mortal ass sticking out from the wall. Or at least it looked that way to them before they saw the essence of a portal spell wrapped shut around them. They made to step again, but they were stopped by some demons fleeing the scene with eggs in their hand. To which the Boss stopped and realized most of the demons near him were holding at least two eggs among themselves. Most of them were blue, but some were ashen like the skin on everyone's backs. They lost count once they got past the hundred mark, and the disbelief must have hit home hard because this got Xos free from their grasp and room to sink into the crowd.

When the mortal's pussy began to leak out more cum, it gushed out fluids before letting out another egg, to which a demon rushed over to catch much to the applause from the gathering. Everyone went quiet again once the Boss finally had himself in front of the spectacle. He squatted down, prompting a few curious noses to try and lean closer to catch a whiff of something pleasant-it was common knowledge that the Boss did nothing but sit on his ass, and reached out to cup one of the mortal's asscheeks. The reaction was simple, for the Boss' grip was inescapable when firm and it was enough to coax another orgasm from that cunny. And another egg, which he caught with two fingers.

"Hmmm..." The hum got a few demons to gasp, but it wasn't long before the Boss' focus diverted to sinking into the mind of the mortal and finding out their purpose...

Ronald was broken, stomach pressing against the floor thanks to the backlog of eggs having yet to come out but not jostled enough to escape just yet and face depicting a dragon who had been pleasured too much. Every breath had him ready to wink his cunt at whoever was watching back there, every twitch of his toes got his body aching in exhaustion, but every move that befell his pussy had him as energized to climax as if it was the first round all over again. Whoever was coming up next must have been the biggest of them all, for their hand pretty much engulfed an asscheek with their palm, but the wait for something to push in him that was big enough to ruin him forever was stalled by the creeping sensation of something in his head. Thanks to the haze of euphoria, the foreign presence didn't need to do much before speaking.

"Hear me, mortal. Your purpose is clear. You were meant to be a brood mother for these demons. Your fertility is ripe and you seem to have no limits as to who can enter you..." This was further proven as Ronald screamed, something huge breaching his poor, abused pussy lips and making them stretch so obscenely it was a miracle that any cock head this size got through. "Perhaps we can make a deal, one that benefits all of us."

The old dragon was shuddering, madness caused by pleasure rocking him to the core-even his soul could feel it, but he managed to gather himself up for a response before he annoyed the presence. "What...di-did you want from me...?"

"Simple. Your fertility will be ours. No mortal can have you, touch you, or even dedicate themselves to committing coitus with you for procreation. Your body, your vagina belongs to us demons. In exchange, no matter how much of you sticks through your little portal here, we will remain here and ignore the breach." This was a tough call, because Ronald could see the spell book from earlier open on the very page that warned him to never let the portal be free to walk through. But, his mind was occupied by another, so that little inner turmoil was recognized. "My word is law here. If I say do not leave, no one will leave. Simple as that, mortal. Do you accept my offer?"

That booming voice was making his pussy tremble, made worse as the impending decision to make here was pressured by the situation and the demon inside of his cunt pushing seamlessly through his passage and finding his womb. He knew a load from it would leave him bloated with eggs to last the whole week alone, and his estrus was far from finished at this point. The rationale telling him not to trust this was losing out on all the pros, and soon enough the enamored dragon finally willed up an answer that he spoke physically and within his mind.

"I'll d-do it...Just get me out of this heat...!" Even now, after being thoroughly soiled by god knows how many gallons of cum, after being left to fill up with eggs waiting to be laid in the demon realm, and after being punched through by many dicks, the heat within Ronald's core intensified to a degree that left him whimpering. The presence of such an intimidating force within his mind and within his pussy left his body yearning.

"As you wish..." He felt something press on his clit, but unlike the many times it's happened to prelude an orgasm, it left him clawing at the wall for leverage as he came so hard it felt like he was cumming from body, mind and soul. It was enough to knock those eggs in his womb back in gear, but they'll have to wait.

A tsunami of demon spunk began to fill in the space not occupied by any ovals.

"MMMMMMFFFFFFPH!" Ronald seethed like a miffed dragon from the ancient days as his belly was left to a straining shade of red to accommodate all of this cum, feeling deluges of excess splatter out of his cunt now that he had been stretched by the biggest cock in there without a shadow of a doubt, and left to bask in the sensation of having what felt like hot lava in his cunny when they pulled out. Mere seconds after everything was done, he felt the eggs begin to move out of him, and he finally resigned to the fatigue of being fucked all day. As he felt his consciousness wane and eggs aplenty slide out of his decimated pussy like he was a living chute, he felt that presence leave him with a final word.

"You will be expected on your next season. Do not go back on your word, mortal..."