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_ Author's Note: _ sequel to 'Dragon Clan Mother'.

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The air flows beneath me as I soar. I feel it in my wings, as they catch great gusts of it -- dry and frigid to the skin. How high I must be. I feel it in my scales, the white touch of frost as I burst through clouds. My limbs tuck tight as I surge through the sky.

I see mountains. Huge peaks cresting the smoky sea of cloud. I start to descend.

Two follow me. Two drakes, who accompanied me as I struck out from my home, in search of glory.

I flew far and reigned in fire. Lands scorched. Prizes seized...tucked away in fresh-dug vaults of my own design. I fold my wings, arms and legs keeping their position in line with the spear of my body, and accelerate. My feetcurl as the wind massages me. From horned head to taloned toe, I am battered by the pleasure of rapid descent.

The two behind me do the same. We all fall together.

We pass through the cloud layer. I breathe through air-whipped nostrils. Soon I shall be on firm land. Up on the mountainside -- at the gates of my old home. It has been a long time. Years away. I try not to think about change. To me, it has always looked the same.

Though I try, I fail. It is more...

More crowded. More fortified.

This was my work.

Mother...

A thought enters my mind. A stray, wandering inkling. Heat flows from my core.

Mother. I will see her soon. What will she think of me? Of my last gift to her?

Changing course, steering towards the rockymountain gate, I check behind me for my serving-drakes. Alrax and Gynvic -- loyal to a fault. The only ones who followed me. The only ones Mother allowed to follow me, for the days of scarcity were plentiful, and we could not spare a soul to dally.

Alrax soars to the left. Over my shoulder I see his slender grey-blue body a distant blur. He is cold. Inside and out. Without flame. His colours speak that truth. Evidence of a weakened bloodline. I call him brood-brother regardless. I do not care for that world. Of race, and blood, and purity. I only wish to roam. But I must return. Somehow, I feel her calling me home.

Kerann...

My name rings out aloud in her voice. It is my mind. Tricks of tiredness. I continue my descent.

Gyvnic, shimmering green in the corner of my vision, turns along with me, matching my course and speed. He flies with impeccable skill: agile, and quick-witted. A pity also he shows signs of weakness in my mother's eyes. Small, just like Alrax. Yet he kept the flame. The trajectory of our kind a mystery to me, it seems. He shifts his position, wings dipping, acknowledging me.

Kerann!

I can hear Mother's voice, rich as the night I left.

That night...when I gave her everything she ever wanted. I picture it. I fade into her arms and die happy...my soul searching for a sensation to match.

The mountain rises before me, and I spread my wings to slow down. My body rights in mid-air, arms spreading out in front of my wings, legs ready to absorb the landing. Some dragons fly with coverings -- fine cloth and jewels. To that I say no! Never! I fly nude, without embargo. Weighed down not by trinkets and finery. Scratch their jewels, I roar in my head, as if to confront something else. Something I cannot shake.

Mother. The one who adorns herself most with products made of metal and stone. I see her, and her gaudy decorations, but cannot turn away. Not for all the females in the lands could I do so, such is her pull. How I wish...

Kerann.

...how I wish to feel it again.

We sail, like the ships of the frightened hairless ones; those who filled mine and my companions bellies many times over. Without them, and their fragile forms, we three would've starved. I lick my lips, eagerly awaiting what the hunters of our home have brought as a feast for my return. They will have spied my approach, the best eyes among them keeping watch over the skies.

An outcrop at the foot of the path to the mountain gate is our landing. I collide with solid ground, buckling as I strike the protruding bulk of the world. I save myself from rolling by mustering the strength of my body, an inheritance from my father -- greatest in the skies. And Mother's long-lost love.

I grunt. A burst of flame escapes my jaws. Rising, I look to the path, then my companions.

Alrax and Gynvic reach me, their bare bodies on display. I'd ordered them to do as I. Fly as our ancestors did: naked. They did not share my enthusiasm. I made them obey me, with threats of breaking wings if they stepped out of line. Sympathy for their lives, good or ill, aside, they are still mine to command. It is my right -- anotherthing the ancestors of my kind I thank for.

Gyvnic is spry. He lands without trouble. Alrax reaches the outcrop, and hits his leg off of the rocky edge. He tumbles forward, smashing into the ground to piteous remarks from his green-scaled equal. I turn, and glower at Gyvnic. He knows better than to put lesser drakes down. That is my prerogative, if it is anyone's to wield.

Up ahead, the entrance is marked with wide stone pillars. A fortress of squat creatures once stood here, before our kind took it from them. Now no roads lead up the mountain, for the way has been scorched and broken. Dragon-fire can crackeven the sturdiest stone.

We three ascend, walking the dusty path. I growl. My feet will need washing, and my underlings are poor servants. Too quick to waste water and not thorough enough to reach every spot.

Arriving at the gate, two sterling drakes, hardy ones, flank the great pillars of the ruined stronghold. They are new, and surprise me with their stature. One looks at the other as I walk closer, craning forward in his post to get a clearer picture. Their faces belie their astonishment.

Reaching them, with my drakes in tow, I regard them as they did me. It's impressive...they almost reach my height, give or take a fewhorn-lengths. Muscled. Solid bodies. Rich scale colouration. They stand to attention, holding themselves with impeccable discipline. Mother has trained them well, I think in the back of my mind. They have piercings, along the frill of their ears and in certain corners of their wings. Her touch again. Bracelets, ringlets, greaves decorated with engraved lines -- criss-crossing scratches of draconic talons. Small bands of fabric hold parts together, and a golden cuirass adorns their front, moulded to fit the hills and valleys of their chests. Beneath, hung from the waist by fancy rope, a satchel of cloth. Theirs bulge with maleness, all bunched up tight. I stand free, my shaft and stones dangling before their very eyes. They know not where to look. I grin, and chuckle. Mine exceeds theirs by quite an amount.

Evensharingmy blood in their veins they do not bestme!

One speaks, his voice furtive. "F-Father-Of-All!" he blurts out, the other hissing at his undisciplined exuberance.

Pride swells within me as I hear the honorific. The truth revealed at last, to my great satisfaction. My sons -- the product of a union between myself and my dear mother, the matriarch of our clan. More are inside...I hear their deep voices, caught in raucous conversation.

I take a step forward, and they move aside, eager to let their legendary father greet the rest. Oh, yes -- as I hear from new faces the tales that have been told of me. Tales recited by the Clan Mother welcome me home, myself the subject of stories circulated through the whole mountain! Whether conjured from the depths of Mother's imagination, or those that her kobold spies relayed to her from the far places of the world, they entrance my children. Now I stand, with reluctance, at the centre. I see that I've been thrown into the forefront. The heart of a crowd of six (no...seven!) of my progeny.

By the ancestors, I muse as I witness them gather, Mother was bountiful!

"Father-Of-All! Welcome home."

My serving-drakes fall by the wayside, forgotten, as I bask in admiration.

"Greatwing! Welcome!"

"We are honoured to receive you."

"Father...you are more than we ever imagined."

I let that last one simmer for a moment, before moving through the crowd. My heart pounds. My loins tingle. I am surrounded by my children. Seeds I never expected to sow. And they adore me!

Was this what I could hope enjoy if I didn't race for the skies like a wild creature?

Perhaps Mother was right...in some ways at least...

* * *

Celebration captured the mood of the clan. The halls of ancient stone echo with the delight of dragons, male and female alike. Numerous lesser drakes flit to-and-fro, serving drink and meats roasted by my proud sons blasting their breath on a spit in the dead centre of the hall. I sit at the head of a long table, toasting my brethren...my children...

Who honour me in return.

"Father-Of-All!" Horns of hard ale slosh their contents: dwarf-brew, centuries old, dredged from barrels deep in the cavernous storerooms of this fortress.

I down a gallon of the drink. It runs down my neck and splashes on my chest, reflecting light from mounted fires surroundingthe hall in the droplets. I groan, and look down. Between my legs I feel a wet sensation growing. My naked body relaxes against the seat,decoratedlike a throne. Meeting the eyes of the small dragon tending to my exposed shaft, serpentine tongue darting and circling around my length, I sense a growing urge to dominate. To conquer my own kind. This is new. Flying with my two attendants did not garner such feelings, and so strong they are. It's intoxicating. I watch the small male do his best to please me, averting his gaze from mine when his task is as yet unfulfilled.

Glancing around the table, amongst my sons, I see a similar sight. Beneath its massive oaken surface, occupying themselves between the broad thighs of my progeny, many lesser drakes suck and lick and caress the cocks and balls of their more powerful brethren. They enjoy it, my sons, sharing looks with their father that speak at great volume.

Several more tables are dotted around the hall, and I notice someone walking towards me at a brisk pace. It's Alrax, freshly washed and clothed. His eyes plead with me, for soon I see the cause of his concern. A muscled male approaches, quickly catching Alrax. He yelps, and speaks to me deferentially:

"Kerann--F-F-Father-Of-All," he corrects himself in the presence of others, "I do not wish to--"

"Silence!" I raise my hand, claws glimmering menacingly in the torch-light. The male behind Alrax sneaks a hand underneath his tail, and grabs himself a handful of blue-scaled rear. Alrax is cowed. Is this how Father must've felt, all those years ago? Or Mother? How it feels to command others...

I cannot maintain my composure any longer. The distraction of my many children calling me to act in a manner appropriate force my hand. I scowl, and look at the weakling who'd accompanied me so far and wide. Light, slender, short. Nothing compared to the strong clutchI'd sowed.

Gyvnic has encountered a similar conflict. He arrives, his head bowed, knowing how to address his better. "Father-Of-All," he says, "I ask your permission to leave. As does my brood-brother Alrax."

"No."

For a split second they look at me with shock, before retaining their grace in the presence of their lord.

"No," I say again, "you stay." The others demand I support them. Strong drakes, many who had grown up in awe of my deeds as relayed by Mother. I should not disappoint them. They see an alpha, a king -- I will grant them that.

"The strong rule over the weak," the words flow naturally, as echoes of my great ancestors emerge from my stern voice, "you must convince the strong you can serve them, as you have served me."

I clench my rear as I feel the male servicing me improve in his attempts. Distractions aplenty, I do my best to ignore the mounting pleasure. The wet, sopping sounds of the lesser male sucking me as if starving are audible to many, but they don't care. They have their own toys.

I give Alrax and Gyvnic orders to fall to their knees and start pleasuring their greater kin. Their obedience, without another word of protest, makes me think. I detect the vice of command growing stronger; the whisperthat encourages me to give in, to adopt my role as greater than the others. It tingles in the corner of my mind, yet I am too preoccupied with thoughts of a different nature. The slavish devotion of the male between my legs bring forth pleasant memories. This pleasure I want more of. But not here. Not from this male.

This is not my place. Not among the boisterous, crowded feast hall. I giveinto my wandering imagination. Pulling out and leaving the submissive clan-drake without a sordid meal I stretch my wings, drawing eyes from around the room. My erection hangs proudly, slick with saliva.

I want pleasure. Not among these dragons. I seek the fine decoration of royal quarters, the comforting bed that beckons me...and...

...and...

Her.

I leave the festivities. Mother is nowhere to be seen. I wanther...I need her. I crave her. Whatever is in the air has caught me by surprise -- rich, luscious scents of sex and seduction. The crowd ignores my departure, delving once more into debauchery. I am scenery at this point. Mymark of fatherhood forgotten in the carnal fires. No-one bids me farewell.

Entering one of the adjacent corridors, I start walking. No sooner have I done so that I see someone approach. A female of my clutch. More impressive than the thin wisps I call sister. She smiles as shenotices me, her body muscled and rounded. The corner of my mouth curls upwards in a slight grin while I nod to her. We pass, and part ways, no words exchanged. I seekanother...

* * *

The draughty hallways spread heat throughout the lair. I feel a small gust carry the sounds of celebration all the way from the clan gathering. Tempted to return by the scent of good food -- my stomach unfilled -- I keep going. My feet beat a rhythm on the stone floor, breaking the silence alongside the crackle of burning braziers.

Mother's chambers come into view. My shaft stiffens, shedding the lingering delight of the male servant's tongue. It grows hard, and heavy. As I step closer my balls ache, the large orbs bouncing between my thighs. The need burns. Captured...ensnared by her presence...I cannot help but approach...

Her voice is the first thing I notice. Light, cheery; as if perpetuallyhappy. Murmurs and moans emerge from the entrance to her chambers. As my claws scratch the bare rock I crane my head around.

"Yessss..." her voice descends into a hiss. Mother-Of-All. My sweet mother -- darling on the one hand, domineering on the other -- reclines in her luxurious bed. A female attendant crawls between her broad thighs, meting out pleasure with her mouth. Golden bracelets and anklets jingle amid a silken sea. Mother's adornment was always extravagant, but as I see her now she is nothing less than spectacular. I don't choose to dona single shred of cloth these days, but something about what she wears traps me. I cannot tear my eyes away from her.

The ripe lesser female eagerly licks around her treasure, summoning powerful moans from Mother. She writhes about the bed, twisting the sheets into a dishevelled mess. Licking my lips, I keep myself hidden. Alas, it is not enough.

Her gaze pierces the murk of my shadowy silhouette. She knows exactly who it is.

"Kerann," she whispers, loud enough for the name to carry its way to me. I gulp.

The small female follows her line-of-sight to me, emerging from the entrance. She yelps as she see the Clan Mother's chief son.

My interruption is unwelcome in parts, as on Mother's face a disappointed expression forms. She sits up, gathering herself and her tussled clothes. Dismissing the attendant, she focuses her attention on my presence, standing and sauntering slowly towards me. I remain still. My heart flutters.

"M-Mother," I bleat. She quickensher pace, arriving in front of me with swift grace.

"Kerann, my child," she coos, and reaches out, pulling me into a warm embrace. "You have honoured me with this return."

"I wanted to come home. To visit." Visit you.

"Wonderful, child. You can remain as long as you like. I know you have a penchant for the freedom of the skies, I will not deny you that by commanding you stay."

Appreciation surges within me. I rub my hands over her shoulders, then down the ridges of her spine, reaching the crest of her plump rear. A loud thwack shatters my dreamlike state. Mother's tail flicks wildly, cutting grooves into the floor with its sharpspines. I rest my snout against her neck, jewellery prodding my scales. The mounds on her chest squash against me, threatening to consume me. Only the silk loincloth suspended by silver and emerald chains prevent my malenessfrom touching her soft nether-lips, having been draped back over once she'd dismissed her servant. How I wish she wore nothing!

And she...she explores me as well. Her smooth palms grace my abdomen, dallying dangerously near my exposed shaft, but pulling away at the last second to tease me. I groan. Her fingers dig deep furrows in my bulk, roving up-and-down my torso. Every inch of her claws excite me. Warmth. Heat. Lust. Emotions build. We hold one another tight. I hear the jangling of her finery, my eyes closed. I drink in the moment. And I feel her do likewise.

Eventually, she speaks: "Kerann, you are as fine a dragon as ever." My chest puffs out as my heart fillswith pride. "A true testament to your father and I."

_Father._Now there was a dragon who ruled the skies. I recall old memories. Scant images of my forebear. Lost to time now, only the blurriest remain. But if Mother thinks me a suitable heir, who am I to complain?

"Mother, our children..."

"Yes Kerann, you proved true to your abilities. A clutch of sixteen: ten males, six females. Inheriting your prowess, though not many can compare to the original." She smirked. I hear a clucking sound in my left ear. Mother's stifled laughter.

"I can't believe it's been so many years since--"

"And I have not lain with a male since you left."

I cease my embrace, and pull back. "Is that true?"

My mother growls, a spurt of flame shooting from her nostrils. "Much to my annoyance -- yes. Though I expected visits earlier!"

"I'm sorry." A pit forms in my stomach. Having saved herself for the day I would return, my distance from Mother now seemed petty. I wanted to fly, she wanted to keep us strong. Seems so...imbalanced in hindsight.

She continues: "but I tended myself as best I could. Each night I close my eyes, and see you, my true son, atop me. The others see it as a violation of theblood-bond of family, but they silenced themselves once our children hatched. Hah! It seems restoring our clan to its former strength with your seed was more important than the fact it was yours to begin with."

"So it seems, Mother." I walk further into her chamber. Little has changed since I saw it all those years ago. Then again, she'd already taken the best for her own during the lean times. Clan-drakes eke a living from raiding farmlands to the South, while she plucks whatever she desires from their measly mitts. I cared about that once, whenI was away. Strange now that those feelings have disappeared in her presence. We are bound. Inexorably. There's no escaping that.

"My son, you are quiet." Mother follows me, hips swaying, silk gown swishing. Music to my ears! I glance over my shoulder, and see almost everything. Her crimson scales cover all except a sliver of underbelly, guarded by gold plate. Two perfect breasts burgeon forth from her chest, huge mounds of womanly flesh, nipples hidden by solid metallic clasps. "Too quiet," she murrs. Her hips shift, and she rests her voluptuous weight on one leg. The slow tug of pinched fingers on string draw back the curtain of her purple loincloth, unveiling her pierced lips.

"Kerann, my love," she whispers, eyes scouring my hide for any hint of doubt, "do you want this...?" With a flourish, she discards her loincloth, letting the silk fabric swirl around her leg and find rest by her talons. Next: the clasps that hide from me her nipples. Thoserigid peaks bounce with her breasts as the force of removing the clasps disturbs them. A low moan filtered through bared teeth moves me to painful arousal. Her gaze bores through me, stabbing my chest and plucking out my heart. My Mother...my Mother...my beloved...

Sheisnow half-naked by her luxuriousstandards. Only bracelets, anklets, and several rings and piercings studded with gemstones remain, pinned to her form. I watch her turn away from me, thick tail swaying with confident allure. She paces across the room. My erection points the way to her, jutting from mygroin.

Mother finds her way to a larder-chest, selectingfrom its bounty a handful of enormous, succulent sweetfruits. Such size, larger than the trees they grow from, the work of beings gifted with the right magic. She picks one, the others nestled below her breast and arm held close to her chest. Mother walks toward me, taking a bite, never breaking eye contact. Juice dribbles down her mouth, staining her cheek and dripping all over her bosom. I lick my lips, the sweetness tangible from a mere sniff of the air. She arrives before me, devouring the fruit in hand.

"Have you eaten?"

I do not reply.

"The clan has put on quite the feast for your return. Have you noticed?" She spins 'round to the chamber entrance, gesturing to the mirth that dominates a briefjourney away in the main hall.

"I have."

"And what do you think of our clutch?"

I catch a lump in my throat. It's one thing to admire and fantasize within one's mind, another thing to hear the words spoken by her.

"_Tsk-tsk,_Kerann my son -- are you shy all of a sudden?"

Her finger waggles in front of me. "Scratch that!" I declare, my wings flapping in defiance. Mother's rise to their full spread in response. She smiles. I speak again: "I am proud to have sired such a strong brace of dragons."

"Prouder still to have bedded the one who bore you?"

Again, the lump silences me. Mother picks up a sweetfruit from her bunch and raises it to my lips. "Come. Eat. Fill your belly."

I cannot look away. The prickled sapphireflesh of the fruit entices me. My jaws open, without conscious command. After a mere second, she pops the bulging mass into my mouth. I clamp down, breaking the skin and tasting the goodness inside. There's nothing to compare it to. Mother grins as I scoff down the rest of it. "I keep these for special occasions," she notes, "they are rare. Very difficult to acquire. I receivedthese from a spell-weaver in return for sparing his tower." She giggles. "At least, that's what I told him!"

I pay no heed to her tales of prior exploits; the juice of the fruit sticks in my mouth. Even a tongue-lashing doesn't sweep it up. Mother notices this, and gives her aid.

"Mothe--mpffhh!"

Her snout lungesforward, catching mine and trapping me in a deep kiss. Our tongue are embroiled in a struggle for control. I sense Mother tasting me, her tongue darting to pockets of the juice still coating my teeth and inner flesh. I can think of nothing but sex. Of our bodies enmeshed. Bound by forbidden love.

We break the kiss. She grabs me suddenly, my shaft feeling thetough-yet-gentle scales of her palm. I stammer. She rests her forehead against mine, our horns touching like a kind of natural crown. Her hand squeezes. I gasp.

"My my, tender?"

I cough an answer: "y-yes."

"Have you missed me as I've missed you?"

I exhale, turning part of the gust to flame as it ripples across Mother's collar. "Y-yes!"

She removes her hand from my spear. Her other arm releases the remaining sweetfruit, letting them smash upon the floor. I glance at their ruin. "Mother, you said--"

"They don't matter now. Nothing of mine, however valuable, matters to me now. I have you." She begins to lead me from her chamber, our unclothed bodies a shifting mass of scales and muscle. "If only for a time. Will you come with me and share your love for us."

We exit her bedchambers, and turn left, instead of right. I bid farewell to the commotion echoing down the hallway as we move away from it, intent written 'cross my Mother's face. Our steps are solitary. No clan-drakes of any kind grace our presence. The silence is punctuated by the dull slap and clack of our clawed feet, and the shifting drag of our tails on the worn stonework. We leave the clan to its feast, and come out onto the mountainside, through an open doorway. The air bites. I suddenly hear two guards stand to attention, their armour clanking as they straighten. Mother is first to meetthem.

"Keep watch for our return," she says to the pair, "and inform my servants to tend to my chambers whilst I am gone."

They fall to their knees, each one's right hand pounding the ground as a balled fist. Averting their eyes, they answer: "Yes Mother-Of-All, Father-Of-All."

Mother glances overat me, unspoken encouragement to accept my station clear from her expression as I watch the dragons remain low and still. I join her, rapidly stepping past them. Beside her now, she links arms with me. I feel the cold sting of the high mountain winds buffeting the great, immobile rocks. It scratches my scales, making me itch to take to the air.

"I have not had an opportunity to fly for a long time," she says softly, "the duties of rulership take priority. However, now that there are a force of strong dragons manning the lair I can afford to take a break. I choose to do so with you, Kerann."

"Thank you, Mother."

We separate, and take position at the cliff's edge. I look over to Mother, who tells me to follow once airborne. I bend and crouch, my wings extending, ready to fly.

Mother is the first to dive. She throws her whole weight into the movement, catching a body of air and flapping with her broad wings -- hurtling the draconic matriarch high into the sky. I leap after her, my own wings finding it difficult to battle her down-draft. But soon I match her height and pace, and we soar.

I linger, only a second behind, to admire her form. Even with the lethargy inherent to her position as Clan Mother, she has kept herself strong. Powerful muscles stretch and contract, beating her wings with assured dominance of the sky. I watch her rise-and-fall with each flap, her legs held straight out behind her and tail hovering above the cleft of her full rear. The tear-drops of her bosom weight her down, but not by much, and decorate her curvedsilhouettewith extra contours.

We climb. Higher and higher, her wingspan sweeping around to carry her in a new direction. I dutifully follow, guided by her heavenly form.

Eventually, we ascend to a mountaintop, one a good distance from our home. The frost-caked tip splits into a sharp peak and a wide, flat plateau. Enough room for a small gathering. Mother lands first, her lower body disappearing into the thick sheet of snow. I make my approach more carefully, searching for a sturdier perch. We stop, and climb to the centre of the outcrop, beneath the jagged spire.

"This is where I used to come," Mother explains, dusting snow from her hips and thighs. Her knees break through the snowscape, and she lifts herself off of the pure white field. "When I was much younger, I'd fly here. And look out upon the range. You can see forever..." Her internal warmth glows beneath her scales, and a thin cloud of steam rises from her hide. It carries the moisture away, enough to dry herself. The vapour spreads from her legs and waist, before meeting the icy air and losing its heat as quickly as it'd gained it.

I agree. You can see for miles upon miles. Far into the distance until the tall mountains wither and flatten into rolling fields. Barren, yes, hosting civilisation once; but no longer. Thanks to our kind and our prowess.

"It's cold," I say, "colder than I'm used to...yet our scales...they do not suffer so."

"Indeed." Mother walks by me to enjoy the view on the other side. "The winds chill, but they don't shear. A perfect place to rest."

Her body continues to glow, its subtle colouration showing no sign of petering out. I use my own fires to heat myself, keeping a comfortable temperature.

We stand for a while, staring at the world. Words lose their meaning, and we share in silence a moment of peace. Unperturbed paradise among the mountains.

We inch closer. Mother and I.

First our wings brush each other, twitching at every contact. Then, our hands begin the feel the space between us. Fingers dance, swarming in sequence, 'til they find their quarry. Mother holds me, and pulls me closer. Our hips are beside one another's now. I notice the smoky hush of her breathing as we stand. I reach around, and slide my palm over her waist. Touching her lower back, and the muscular junction where her tail sprouts from. I sigh, and feel my erection tighten. Mother closes her eyes, and lets me play while the wind whistles.

My hand moves across the base of her spine, past her tail, and onto the far side. I curl around her hip, fingers spreading to cover more of her divine body. The roundnessof her cheeks, replete with the bumpiness of her scales, is just below my digits. I reminisce about our first time. I sense the tightness around my shaft. The soft, squishy mouth of a clan-drake bowing before me could never satisfy, though my sons would disagree.

I turn to Mother. She tilts her head, issuing commands with a simple stare. Speechless, I obey. She angles away from the edge, towards me, and relaxes her wings. They fold and brace behind her, affixed at the shoulders, reducing her profile. Now she opens her arms wide, and invites me forth.

I stumble forward. I peck at her cheek, sneaking a quick kiss before she stands up straight and pulls her head away from me. I descend, slathering her neck, then her collar, with my adoration. The rise of her breasts confronts me, and I cup them. Feeling the hard nubs on each, I press my palms and curl my fingers around as much as I can. They push back, fighting me. My tongue slithers out and dredges a deep chasm between her cleavage, tasting the frost on her scales. The softer skin of her breasts soon hasmy full attention, as I coil my tongue around a nipple. Mother does nothing but look up and inhale. Deep draughts of air fill her as I play with her mounds. My narrow snout angles to position itself best to lick and suck, and summon the pleasures of motherhood from my older lover.

As I honour her, I switch from one breast to the other. That is not enough, however, and she lays her hands on my shoulders, meets my gaze, and applies pressure. I slowly descend, reduced to my knees. I see her body pass me by. The large buoyant curve of her bosom, the firm yet chubby constitution of her stomach, and the small bulge of fat that marks the border at the valley of her groin. I arrive between her thighs, appointed to the same duty as one of her attendant females. My tongue flicks, testing the air. It is warm. Warmer still, are the exposed lips of her nethers, swelling with blood and fire, bulging out from their normal, streamlined slit. Inhaling, I experiencea rush of desire. Her scent is strong.

I move my head down, my body crouching, and sup.

"Oooohhh..."

Mother's moans excite me. I taste the richness, the spice of her juices. Lapping greedily, I drive my tongue in-between the gates of heaven and swirl. My snout inches closer. First my nostrils meet the moist flesh of her lower lips, then they consume me. I let my snout bury itself in her. Mother steps back and grips my horns. She guides me, twists and turns me to meet her needs. I slobber as her juices overwhelm me. Lust istaking over. My penis, rock-hard, dangles between my kneeling legs, spearing the blanket of snow. The mix of frost and fire adds to the sensation. Steam rises from my member as it plunges into the cold snow.

Mother retreats again, this time propping herself against the spire of the mountain peak. She can relax now, her body is supported by rock and dragon alike. I drive my tongue furtherinside her, deep and often, filling her with pleasure. Her breathing increases, its pace quickened by my tending. But I lose patience. I yearn to feel her again. She receives pleasure, but I demand it!

Suddenly, I stand. No longer teasing her, nor tending to her, she looks at me with venomous intent. I bat away her curses and step closer. She is between me, and the mountain. I press my body against hers. She doesn't resist, she wants me to take charge. I understand, for too long she has been the only one giving orders. Dominating others. She craves a suitable dominator. She craves the spirit of my great father. The spirit that lives on within me.

I push, and enter her. Gasps and moans consume the mountain air as I force my girth inside, enteringa home I had last visited over a decade ago. And still I remember everything about that fateful encounter. Now, with my mother's arms scrabbling to find purchase on my strong body as her legs desperately cling to mine, I relive the sensation of bond-breaking.

Fire. Heat. Warmth.

The tussle of flesh and scale.

I rock and pump, thrusting my hips, shoving my spear into her. Mother cries out in pleasure, locking her legs around me. Her feet grip the sides of my rear, and hands too; all of her claws dig into my flanks. My bucking hips slam against her, throwing my sac 'gainst the soft barricadeof her buttocks. The pain is ignored. It is minor. I thrust. I keep thrusting. She mewls, and keeps mewling. Building a powerful rhythm, I let her fight back. Mother gyrates her hips, aiming to extract as much pleasure from our rutting as possible. I feel her move, and give in to her lead.

We tumble from the spire to the plateau. Mother controls her fall and lands on her back, with me bouncing atop her. "Ahhh!!!" she cries out in delight, finally uttering something intelligible. I kiss her breasts as we writhe together, devolving into light bites before long. She drags her claws along my scales, causing a tantalising 'crackle' sound that spurs me on in the heat of the moment. My cock is embraced by her tightness, the tunnel rippling and flexing around me. I couldn't pull out even if I wanted to. The heat, and lust, burning inside of us would never allow it. Faraway...I'd forgotten about this...how it felt...

"When you left, all those years ago, did you miss my body?"

Mother knows just what to ask. Amid the sputtering and mutual moans we seek conversation. An intimate connection -- the most intimate!

"Gah!"

"Kerann...did you miss--"

I could hold back no longer. With speed I pounded her, as if taminga great beast. Within or without, my inner beast took control. I wanted to breed, to fuck and fulfil my most primal of instincts. Mother was more than happy to supply the willing female.

"Yes!" I roar.

"Tell me...ah...tell me how badly you missed this..."

"Y-YES!" My shriek split the sky in two, echoing for countlessmiles. I drop my tone and growl, snout buried in her neck and breasts: "yes. I missed everything about you. Your body. Your love. I missed seeing your belly swell with our clutch, and the duties of guarding the young. Our sons, Muh-Mother, are strong. Just like you wanted. My b-blood to keep the clan strong."

"Not just sons, Kerann. Daughters too."

"Yes, Mother...I saw one of their number. She was tall, and broad, and fit. Like you or I. She greeted me in the halls before your chambers. I...agh! So strong...like you!"

"Yes Kerann, like me. Suitable heirs -- ooohhh-hah -- to the clan. Each and every one!"

"They're loyal."

"Yes," Mother simpers, her voice weak from exertion. My hips were beginning to tire as well, but my lust drove me onward.

"They are strong."

"So very...yes..."

"Exactly what you wanted...M-Mother."

"Yes Kerann. YES! Keep going...make love to me. FUCK ME!!!"

"Rrrraaaagggghhhh!!!" I roar, flames erupting from my maw. The stone spire catchessome of the blast, scorching it to a withered black stone. The rest dissipates into the air. I hold my mother tight, trying again and again to entwine my body with hers as seamlesslyas possible. She shifts beneath me, rocking as I pound her, moaning as sheer bliss consumes her.

"I missed...urgh...ah!" My growls growmore feral. "I missed more than I ever thought I would."

"Then stay."

Her words give me pause. I stumble, losing my harsh pace. Motherinterpretsthis as a sign to take over the rut. Her body slides around beneath me, manoeuvring to get the best grip.

"M-m-w-wuh-what?" I wheezed.

Mother nips my neck. "You heard correctly. Stay and rule with me." She moves her hips, and clenches her legs even tighter. I feel the squeeze.

"I...I..."

"You want this. You want to be with me. Adventuring is not your destiny. Don't fly away like an unruly hatchling again. Don't be a fool any longer!"

"I..."

She now accelerates her own pace, grinding against me. Finding her own pleasure with my cock deep inside. Her thunderous roar shatters the mountainside...

"STAY! BE MINE!!!"

My whole body lurches in agony, like something uncouth had formed in my stomach, urging me to recoil. A wave of intense sensationruns down my spine, causing me to arc my back. I groan, and sense a tingling in my balls. The leathery orbs that loudly smack my Mother's soft flesh suddenly clench, and the sac surrounding them shrinks, tightening and intensifying the moment.

"M-Mother!"

My eruption pumps seed into Mother's burning chasm, quenching her all-consuming hunger and dampening the excess of lust that blazed through her mind. I hold on tight, the throb of my stones pumping my seed into her forbidden depths. Again we have broken the bonds of family, again we have committed taboo. Neither of us care, as evidenced by Mother reaching down and milking my shaft as it spurts into her. "That's it," she coos, caressing my body and my maleness, "give me your love...stay, please..."

A minute later, her shivering beneath me signals her own climax. As thick rivers of seed spill from the imperfect seal between her swollen lips and my erect shaft, her thighs quiver. The peakrocksher body, the most tell-tale sign of which being her chest, quaking with blissful abandon. I lick and suck her massive mounds, hills of motherly meat mine to delight. Each movement causes an audible squelch as slimy pools of my essence gather where her round cheeks shiver against the stone.

My shaft twitches, and I am spent.

Mother holds me, and we bask in the warm feelings created by our coupling. Rest is on my mind, yet at this height, with this cold, it will not hold. Slowly, I withdraw myself, my flaccid length sliding out from her warm depths. Dragon milk fills her, and continues to drip. I sigh and tug my shaft, extracting the last couple of droplets to stain the mountain with. I glance down at my crotch, and Mother's soaked treasure. Whether my seed takes is not my concern. I will be here for any eventuality.

* * *

We embrace, a fleeting half-sleep shared between us as my mother and I lie on the mountaintop plateau. The light is fading. Perhaps we should leave for home? I nudge Mother, her voluptuous body rising gently with her breathing.

"Mother," I venture, rousing the goddess in my arms.

She grumbles, and lifts her body as if it were too heavy. "Kerann..."

"We should return,"

"Not yet," I hear her mutter, "not while I wish to be alone with you."

"Mother--"

"Silence Kerann!" Her voice changes, taking on a stern demeanour. A wagging claw dances in front of my face. "I am your mother no more. I am your mate, or do you not see the skies breathe the words: 'Father-Of-All'?"

I look at her, the wind gently tossing the thin edges of her wingspan...the smooth curvature of her figure...the domineering butsensual expression on her face as she stared me down...her hand resting on her hip with elbowheld aloft...

I commit myself to her. To us.

"Yes, M--"

I am about to break my new promise when she closes my mouth for me. Her fingers wrap around my snout with the right amount of force to get the message across.

"Call me by name, I want to feelyoung again. Before I was stuck with my title."

"Yes..." I dig deep in my memory for the right word, a name I'd heard muttered on rare occasion. Overheard conversation, a formal address from frightened envoys -- it was there. In the back of my mind. And it strolled to the fore.

"Yes...Serakalzyn."

'Mother' runs her hand down my side as we lay, outlining my naked body with aflourish of her arm.

"Thank you Kerann," she says, "thank you for choosing to stay. Inherit your father's place by my side..."

She touches my shaft, curling her fingers 'round my depleted orbs. I start to breathe quickly. "S-Sera!" I hiss. Calling her by the shortened version of her name captures me completely. I look at her withfresheyes, and she looks at me. The air goes still.

She smiles. I grin back at her.

We shall wait until it gets darker to leave the mountaintop. I believe there is another bout of lovemaking in me...and Sera agrees.