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Cheating on Her Mate

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

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Narwa twisted restlessly back and forth, the mountain hiding her from prying eyes. The Thunder Serpent was a strange creature and one who was quite rightly feared, her body thicker down the length of what unknowing eyes would see as her tail.

Curling back and forth in her nest, built up tall and thick in a pit of sorts in the cave, she hissed through her teeth. Her scaley skin could have been considered black to the uneducated, but only those up close to her could see the twisting greys and shimmering crimson and auburn tipping the edges of the scales too, reminiscent of the frill and crest-like feature that ran from her forehead all the way down her spine to the tip of her tail. As the Thunder Serpent, she possessed two arm-like appendages too that worked as forelegs, claws thick and dark, raking across the stone. In contrast, her shorter, stubbier hind legs could almost be missed entirely, though they would lie flat to her body as she snaked through the air, when she took to the skies.

Her mate... She wanted him. Her egg sac was easily on show, large and inflated, a yellow burst that drew the eye to the lower part of her body, though it was far from empty. The egg-like spheres in there were, as yet, unfertilised, but that was something that she was set to change, heat claiming her, moaning as she twisted passionately. It could all have been so easy if her mate was there, if he was there to claim her, to fertilise her eggs, the weight of them making her feel as if she was pinned there, despite everything.

She could still fly...but only with difficulty.

"Where are you, Ibushi?"

She hissed, words rasping through a snarl, though Narwa could not help her need. They were not near, not near enough to satisfy her, the Wind Serpent Ibushi who she adored so much. They were mates, but her going through a cycle that was fifty years long could cause issues in them coming together. She had heard tales of his rampage, hunting for her, though there was no way for the Thunder Serpent at all to go to him with her egg sac, heavy with eggs to be fertilised, weighing her down.

It was painful though with the bulge of her egg sac, her belly sac, the orbs inside appearing to press out against the flesh of her, all in a lure to be free. Narwa groaned and strained, twisting back and forth in her nest, made from twisted twigs, leaves, soft earth packed down for a firm base. There was even animal hair woven through too to make for a safe, secure nest, of course, topped with her shed skin. It was important, that skin, scaley in appearance, as it marked the nest as hers. The placement of the nest too was important as she heaved and puffed and clawed her way to the brim of it, the huge Thunder Serpent growling softly in the back of her throat.

Yet her need, oh...her need.

"Ibushi... I need...you..."

Yet he was not there, the only one that she wanted to breed her, to mate with her, to send her heat simmering back down into the pit of her belly where it belonged.

"Ibushi... Ibushi, you should have come for me by now!"

Anger roiled, simmering, seething, snarling like a wild beast inside her that yearned to be free, howling, heaving, snapping. She was the Thunder Serpent - and who did Ibushi think he was to not come to her in her time of need? Her musk was thick, her scent potent in the air, sending it out from the mouth of the cave across the land. If one could have seen a scent trail, they would have noted it visibly snaking, almost lazily across the land, laying a path for Ibushi to follow.

And yet he had not come to her, leaving her heaving, panting, constantly in heat, needing to be satisfied. It was only him, his breeding lust, that would sate her, that would bring her body back down from that seething, rippling high of need that could not be forgotten through any other means. Oh, her need ached for him, wanting to roll her hips back where they joined with her tail, the smooth, sinuous shape of her serpentine body only discerned to that extent when she performed such a motion.

Little did Narwa know that another had sought her out, had licked his lips and followed the tease of her scent across the land. Snaking back and forth as if he was mimicking the path of the scent trail, Xigfeldo hissed wantonly, giving a little flick with his tail as the fluffy tip playfully swatted the air.

"Who awaits me?"

The dragon, with a slim, Eastern dragon type body, flew without the use of wings, a long ripple of hair that started as a soft crest atop his head swaying down the full length of his spine. He'd appreciate that a little more, in time, with how it matched and complemented Narwa's, even if Xigfeldo did not yet know who he sought. All he knew was that the scent of a female in need was nothing that the breeding dragon could ignore - or even the scent of a male in need. Xigfeldo did not discern between sexes, enjoying all equally, for he held a female passage too within his cloaca, where everything was contained for reproduction and relieving himself of bodily waste.

Along with his scent glands too, of course... He smirked, eyes glittering with devious darkness, his black-scaled body reflecting only a little light in the late afternoon. Springtime, the land was rife with cherry blossoms, the pink of their fallen petals floating through the air like snow, though a kind of snow that never quite reached the higher atmosphere. He wished, sometimes, that they would float higher, all so he could twist and turn and snake with great delight through the fluttering petals, a serpent of the skies indeed shown in his best light.

But the cave lured him down, her scent sharply enhanced, as if there was a lusty dragoness right there before him, licking at his nose. Xigfeldo breathed deeply, swinging his head from side to side, though the course of his flight without wings remained true as he sought to touch down on the precipice of the gave mouth, rocks and pebbles scraped free of his claws and sent down a nearly sheer cliff face.

"Ibushi?"

He lifted his head, though his ears could not prick, being set into the sides of his head as a soft, barely perceptible indentation. It was the best for flying, for aerodynamic purposes, why his testes too were held internally, his body designed, seemingly, with sinuous, sensual elegance in mind. Yet he was still a dragon who walked on all four legs, though he could have been easily mistaken for a sky serpent with his long, slender body under other circumstances, claws clicking lightly across the aged stone as he entered.

"I have come..."

He rumbled his greeting softly, though the serpent's head that shot up from a deep pit of a nest came with a flare of brash anger in her eyes.

"You!" Narwa all but spat and would have reeled from him if not for her fury, her claws crushing the edge of her nest as it splintered under her agitation. "You're not Ibushi! Who are you? It is not you that I have called!"

Xigfeldo smirked, lips twitching, and bowed his head low.

"I did not think that the Thunder Serpent would be spreading her musk across the land," he murmured, shooting a cheeky glance up at her with the air of a dragon who knew already that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. "You should have been more careful who you lured into your nest, my queen."

Narwa bristled, parting her jaws to show lines of dripping, sharp teeth, snarling with all the anger that had been snapping at her heat for months upon months on end.

"I am no queen and you most certainly know who I am! Leave and begone with you, dragon, for I await my mate. Or perhaps you could make yourself useful and go find him for me."

Xigfeldo laughed softly, an edge in his tone.

"Oh, but why would I do that when you are already here and looking so...lovely?"

Something in his tone took her aback, aware that she was painfully lacking in mobility with the egg sac weighing her down. Her eggs had been allowed to grow to their full size without fertilisation, bulging and lumpy on either side of her body, her normally sinuous form, even if the sac was still visible, broken by lines that should not have been there.

Something was wrong. She tensed, need crackling in the back of her jaws, the thunder that gave her the name that she carried proudly, the hint of thunder cracking in the flick of her tail. She was powerful, she was strong: that much was without question. Yet at that point in her heat cycle when her body screamed out for relief, she could not help but be at her weakest.

"You shall leave, or I shall rend you from throat to navel!"

Xigfeldo laughed again, shaking his head, approaching slowly, with a flick to his tail. Exuding his musk, he imagined how it would float around him like a cloud, though a dangerous one, one that was already teasing itself into the pheromone sequence that would best appeal to the Thunder Serpent, luring her into his grasp. With Narwa in as much need as she was, Xigfeldo did not expect that to be an issue at all.

He was only helping her out with her need, after all.

"What..." She shook her head, gasping, shuddering, hating every lungful of air she raked into her lungs, her flanks aching. "What are you doing? Leave!"

Her words may have been strong, but her body was weak, too weak, wracked with the heat that she had been enduring, to varying degrees, for months on end already. She groaned and swayed her head lightly from one side to the other, but didn't want to tip in towards him, not at all.

He was there...a drake. A dragon. Not her mate, but he had such a glitter in his eye that, for the first time in her life, the Thunder Serpent trembled, chilled to the bone.

"You should leave now."

Her voice wavered, her body getting the better of her. She couldn't help it, not really, not even as Xigfeldo purred, a low, soothing rumble that coursed through her, making her body itch and ache in weird and wonderful ways. Why did she want him? Oh, but that was a silly question. It was not him, not the dragon, but what his body could offer her heat-struck form, her body curving in towards him as if she had somehow been called by a higher power.

But they were creatures... There was no higher power. Not even as his scent sank even more deeply into her, dilating her round pupils further, what made it look that her eyes were simply dark orbs. She saw everything, felt everything, every shudder of her body bringing another throb of desire with it. And all through it, the dragon approached, step by step, closing in, a sway to his long tail and hips as if he knew exactly how she was feeling. Narwa bristled.

"Don't waste your eggs, Narwa," Xigfeldo murmured silkily, tracing the line of her jaw with a curved claw. "You don't want that to happen now, do you? Your body is ripe, your eggs need to be fertilised... Or else what will happen when your body realises that your mate will not get here in time for them to be viable?"

She shuddered. Oh, she knew, though it had not been something that she had been explicitly told, even by her mother. It had been a long, long time since she had been with Ibushi, back when they had been too young to even mate, but she knew that her eggs would be viable in her sac for a long time, months. After that... Well, her body would have to expel them, allowing the whole fifty-year-long heat cycle to run through all over again.

Narwa gasped, the dragon pressing up to her, though he didn't need to do anything, not truly. His musk was enough, the scent of him wrapping around her like a collar and a leash, drawing her to his body.

"No..." She hissed, eyes wide and strained, tongue flickering from her muzzle fearfully. "Ibushi... I have been chaste...for my...oh...mate... My mate..."

"Oh, you want to be pure for him? Have you never bred before?"

She licked her lips, her long tongue suddenly lashing the side of her muzzle.

"No... No, I have not. That is why you should now leave...whoever you are."

"I am Xigfeldo, though you already know me to be a dragon," he added with a cocky grin and flick of his tail. "Why don't you give in, sweet queen? I think you already know well enough how this is going to end between the two of us... There was never any sense in hiding from it in the first place."

Maybe that was true or maybe it was not, but he could not help a delicious little quiver at her reaction. She was unwilling, but that did not matter to him, not when it came to mating. He did not have to pin her, did not have to force her to lie still for him, not when there was such delirious joy already coursing through her. His scent was enough, exuding more and more of it from the glands within his cloaca, his oil marking the edges of his slit as if he was openly putting himself on show.

The Thunder Serpent swayed. It was the massive spire of his cock, contained within his cloaca too, that did it for her, however, the tiny thing that tipped her well and truly over the edge, beyond the point of no return. She could try to hold out for as long as she pleased, but it was still hopeless, all in a way that the serpent knew it to be so, even as she crawled towards him.

No... No, she couldn't. Her mind grappled with the notion. Her eggs, they needed to be fertilised, but there was nothing more that could be done, not without her mate there. They were going to lose them, all of them, even as panic clawed at the pit of her stomach. It was time to meet her partner, her Ibushi, in the way that they had always been meant to come together, and yet...

And yet she could not. She could not as she felt herself, without realising that there was no more space between them, no more stretch that Xigfeldo had to take to stroke her jaw with that claw. She was up against him, whimpering and whining, even as her mind reeled from her in horror at what she was doing.

"No... No, I cannot..."

Xigfeldo laughed aloud, tossing his head back, the Thunder Serpent matching him well in size, a strong, powerful female who would bear his clutch well.

"I think the time has long passed that... There are no more disagreements to be had here, not at all. You want the same thing as me, or, at least, your body does..."

Oh, holding back... Oh, it was such a face, even as her head swam. She needed it, falling into his grasp, her mind screaming for her not to do it even as her body humped and gyrated against him, tail lashing the air with an air of franticness. His cock was hard and out, sliding against her body, aching for her entrance, though her cloaca begged attention, her reproductive and waste relieving needs contained within.

They were one and the same, when it came to breeding needs, and there was no reason at all to suspect that his seed would not take inside her. In some decrepit, twisted corner of her mind, Narwa might have seen Xigfeldo as a suitable breeding partner for her, if not for the overpowering need she held in her heart for her mate too. She'd been waiting for Ibushi, always for him, and yet she found herself tumbling back into her mating nest, squalling like a hatchling, as a drake with a smirk that she loathed bore her down into the soft, downy bottom.

"Mmm, I knew you'd give in..."

He took charge, took control, as if it was always what was going to happen, something that Xigfeldo expected even of himself. His hard length, devious and fleshy, flexed and twitched, aching for her, his body as desperate to breed and to seed as the serpent was, in a way, under him. He drooled softly, his scent and musk affecting even him, though that was not something that usually came to light with him. That it did was a pleasant surprise, his hardness twitching.

One thing that Narwa had missed, however, in the shifting of their bodies, was that the dragon did not only have a single cock. In fact, he had two - and two for her would prove to be double the trouble.

She might have been the Thunder Serpent, but she was weak in her heat and Xigfeldo revelled in that, taking in great, greedy gasps of breath as he powered over her, pinning her onto her back, holding her chest down with a claw close to the base of her neck. Narwa swooned, as much as her eyes darkened, locking onto him with pure hatred, though the harm was already done, grinding down with his cocks for penetration.

She shuddered beautifully under him as he pressed down, wanting to mark her as his already, though that would come, finding her cloaca with his shaft, teasing, pressing back and forth lightly.

"You could push me off, if you were stronger," he taunted her, snapping and nipping at her neck passionately, a drake who had almost lost himself in the moment too. "But you can't and you won't, Thunder Serpent... So, why don't you relax and give in to your breeding lust?"

She had to, in a way, for it was the only way that her body would be sated as she struggled under him. Her body responded to the influence of her mind and her hormones, his musk winding around her, drawn in. He was so big, so powerful... Any serpent should have accepted Xigfeldo as a mate. So why was she, Narwa, so against being bred?

She toyed with her thoughts, shifting back and forth from one ideal to another, panting, heaving, but she'd left it too late to fight back, truly, as he speared into her. One cock drove into her as something else thick and ready speared up over her abdomen, her eyes wide, bulging, a raw, ragged cry that spoke of her many, many years alive, of being denied, filling the air.

Xigfeldo shuddered, ramming into her, a short, sharp, gruelling pace that he could keep when he used every inch of his cock. Oh, that was good, that cry, that cry that made him ripple with breeding power. No one should ever have not been able to see his sexual prowess, for it was one thing that dragons like him were known for, their ability to go all night, all day, all night, all day... Well, one got the gist of it.

But never had he fucked someone as high in their status as Narwa, her face struck with horror, though the drake was sure that she would come around, sooner or later. He might have even been able to spray her eggs through the sac to fertilise them without actually fucking her, but where would the fun have been with that? If there had been any concern about him mating with her, he was not about to worry about it.

What the drake did not know, as Narwa heaved and fought, snarling and snapping, that her body separated into two passages within her: perfect for a dragon with two dicks rather than one. As his scent thickened, staining both his scales and hers with his oily perfume, he ground into the passage that led to the right egg sac, where he could separate his seed with a twist of his body and a thrust at just the right time. Not that it mattered, really, how her body took his seed and accepted his load.

She would be fully fertilised by his seed in no time at all.

Still, Narwa grappled, the mating one that was rough and fervent. Her mate would have simply slipped inside her, stayed there, allowing her passage to milk and massage him, pulling along the length of his breeding spire. And no more than that would have been needed in the softness of mating bliss, allowing their bodies to come together. Any more than that with Ibushi would have remained to be seen.

The stupid drake had stripped all of that and more from her as he rammed in, every bit a savage, crude and coarse in the manner of his thrusts, breeding her like a Palamute running around chasing their own damn tails! He grunted above her, but, oh, he smelled so sweet, like fresh cherry blossoms, her eyelids half lowering as she sucked in his scent purely through the need to breathe.

"Oh..."

No. No, she could not give in! She had to fight, had to do something, anything, slamming her tail up into him, though the long, slender dragon merely curled his tail around hers, trapping it in place. If Narwa had not been as weakened from her heat as she was, she would have been better placed to fight back, but as waves of terrible, illicit, taboo pleasure swarmed her body like a plague, she was not so sure that she would even have been able to lumber into the air. That was why, before all of that, she had been waiting in the cave for her mate, sending her scent out. She had never, not in a millennium, thought that it would attract a beast like Xigfeldo, damn it!

Yet the pleasure was there, wearing away at her as he rammed deep, the other cock leaking and drooling over her lower abdomen, her lip curling up in disgust. He was so crude, so untamed, and she didn't want to admit, not even to herself, how damn good all of it felt, how it made her heart pound and leap and her stomach do weird and wonderful things. She had not even known that it was possible for her stomach to feel as if it was turning over like that before, that fluttering, gasping, strange...

Sensations that she had never felt before crashed over her, infiltrating her need, her straining desire to remain chaste for her mate. That had long passed, however, even if Xigfeldo had not yet ejaculated inside her, though it could not be long yet as his claws dug passionately into her, bearing down, holding her right there where she was needed. There was nothing more to be had between them other than the raw passion, every breath catching, snatching, heaving and panting.

If that was one way that mating could be, she could see how it could not be all that bad under other circumstances, though she tried, desperately, to get her hind legs between them, to kick the dragon back. He seemed so much larger than her in such a position, even though they were evenly matched, his tail locked around hers, taking one weapon of her body away from her. Though she hissed and raked at him with her claws, the drake hardly seemed to notice, merely shuddering with delight.

And then...he stopped. Wondering if it was over, she picked up her head, but the warm, flowing feeling inside her should have told her otherwise, her body reacting, clenching and pulling around him, twitching with muscles that she could not have honestly said that she had paid any attention to before. She'd never mated, never engaged sexually beyond ensuring her body was clean, for she could not abide grime... Yet it was delightful, sending ripples of pleasure through her from the stretch.

Her body milked him, responding in the way that it knew it was supposed to, drawing his seed from him, string after string of it, his cock throbbing deliciously inside her. Some flowed from his shaft that was left outside her body, but it looked like the drake could even control which of his lengths he used at any time.

She shuddered. Heavens... What would it feel like if he used both on her at the same time? She almost didn't want to find out. Yet the desire to know, with the Thunder Serpent, would always be greater, regardless of what she told herself.

She was lost to him, panting, heaving, the drake bearing down over her, his teeth at her throat, though it was in passion rather than any inkling of threat.

"Mmm, a delicious queen..." He hissed through his teeth. "Now see..."

His seed flowed to the eggs in her right sac, changing the pale orbs to a silver hue, though she knew, in her heart, that it should have been the blue tone of Ibushi that showed who had fucked her, who had bred her, who had claimed the Thunder Serpent of the skies. Yet the sweep of her eggs, one by one, turning speckled and streaked with silver could not be denied, his seed finding every one of them that it could reach, though not every egg in her sac turned silver. There were still plenty more left, the drake looming over her.

"Are you going to give up now, my queen? I have more to seed...and you've already been bred. There's no going back from here."

His taunt struck her, though the Thunder Serpent hissed and twisted, eyes fierce. Damn him! Damn him to hell and back again!

Xigfeldo laughed at her fight, though he enjoyed her spirit. It would have lacked some fun for him if she had given in, even though he knew well enough that he was there to sate her need, to satisfy her, to see every last one of the eggs within her sac turn silver - and black too - with his offspring's genes. Oh, there was so much that a dragon like him, so dark but with the hint of silver to his scales that could only be seen in certain lights, able to breed, to discern what offspring he would bear with a partner, whether they were willing or not. Truly, the dragon was by far the superior breeding partner - if only he could have shown her that!

But he could scent her, seed her, groaning deep in the back of his throat, a rumbling purr vibrating up the length of it from where it emanated deep in his chest. As if in a loving motion, his shaft still buried inside her, he pressed passionately down against the full length of her body, moaning as he finally marked her.

It was a place inside her, deep inside, where she could not reach to scrape it out, not that his marking oil could be allowed to be scraped free so easily. No, it would linger, emanating from her as he marked her at her deepest point inside, so that every male that took her after him would know that the Thunder Serpent had already been claimed, that everyone who followed would be cumming, literally, in his footsteps.

She moaned, shuddering in place, the fight softening from her. Oh, how she ached... It was easier, however, after being bred, the heat in her body simmering down enough that she could think clearly. It was better, it was easier - could that not simply be a good thing? Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't, but her head was too comfortably fuzzy with his intoxicating scent.

There was something more to that scent too as the drake drew back, his cock twitching on top of her, though she was not in the moment enough to realise what he was doing. His scent had become more earthy, almost, like fresh earth after a thunderstorm, rain spattering down to the ground and bringing a new rise to the loam. Greedily, her nostrils twitched ever so lightly, sucking in needy breath after breath, gulping it all down into her lungs. And, still, there was that crackle of the storm in there too, the nuance of thunder, the deep strength of thunder that gave her a name to be feared.

"Wait... What are you doing?"

She gasped, shaking herself, but he had her pinned too firmly in place, a warning claw pricking at her throat. Inside her vent, Xigfeldo's cock throbbed, threatening more, but the aching pulse of it had changed. It was the one on top of her, pointed towards her egg sac that had not been seeded, that tingled, streaming out urine. As much as she writhed and gasped and twisted, the dragon held her firmly, a smirk on his lips as if he was enjoying humiliating her more than she could have imagined.

"Would you rather I relieve myself inside?" He asked wickedly, cocking his head to the side.

Before Narwa had the chance to say anything, the cocky drake did just that, allowing urine to flow from the length that was buried inside her. That was a better kind of marking for him, deeper, more lustful. Filled with the virile semen of another male, him, she would never again be pure for her mate, her scent lingering on him, along with the pungent aroma of his urine. There was no stronger scent, along with his marking oil, that he could impart to her, enjoying the moment, for there was a sense of pleasure to be had in the dragon when relieving himself too, even if it was inside her.

The dragoness grunted thickly, trembling on the edge of something she could not put a name to. The scent... It was exactly what she didn't need, huffing, puffing, dragging it all in with every breath she drew into her lungs. Her eyes glazed over, thoughts of her mate slipping away, Ibushi who she had thought would be the only one with her, right up to the end of her life. But what did all that mean when he had not come from her?

Someone had come for her... A strong dragon, not a serpent, but more than enough to satisfy her, hissing through her teeth, snaking her head back and forth. Indecision wavered within her, her fluttering heartbeat, yet it would have taken a far stronger serpent than Narwa to resist both her own urges and that of his musk, his scent under which he had taken her furiously. The stream of urine splashed up inside, hot and wet, adding to the lubrication of her cloaca, though it stirred something more deep within the pit of her belly. Something feral, something raw, something that Narwa had never even known existed.

She hissed, eyes glittering, tongue flicking out.

She needed him.

She wanted him.

There could be no going back, as much as her heart ached for Ibushi...

"Breed me again..."

She hissed deliriously, snaking her head back and forth, wriggling against him, though Xigfeldo allowed her to move that time, the slender drake drawing back enough to allow her that tiny freedom. Far from trying to escape him, the serpent submitted to him as Narwa turned to present her back to him in a more traditional mating position, cock slipping from her in a trickle of urine. She groaned, rolling back against him. The freeing of his shaft, one of two, only made his scent all the stronger, her tail pushing back as if she was of a mind to pull it around him and draw the drake in against her.

Well, well, well, Xigfeldo thought. That was an interesting development, but not completely a surprise that the serpent had come to her senses in that regard. He was exemplary at what he did and would have taken the time to preen if he had not been as interested as he was in breeding her again, in feeling her hot cloaca closing around him. Besides, there were a lot more eggs left inside her to be fertilised and he intended to see all of them marked with silver or black, depending on his preferences in passing on his genetics...

Mmm...

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The dragon licked his lips. There was a lot to enjoy there. A lot, indeed.

"Thunder Serpent..." He rumbled. "I think I know a way to give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed of..."

He laid back, hooking her with his tail and drawing her gently but firmly on top of him. Although Narwa's eyes shone with lust, there was still an air of tense reluctance in the lines of her body, how her coils wound around him quite tightly, but not so tightly that she gave in entirely to her passion. Yet he was more than happy to take what he was given, the Thunder Serpent on top of him as he coiled his tail around hers, holding her close to him while he took more heat from the warmth of her body than he shared from his own, being colder blooded.

She faced him as he groaned, belly to belly again, which allowed his shafts to press together, teasing up against the flushed edge of her cloaca. It was as if Narwa's entrance was begging him to slip into her again, making it all as obvious as possible for him to find. It was easy, too easy, for his two shafts to press together and slide inside her, the serpent shuddering, stiffening, the loops of her long tail curling around him more tightly still.

"Oh, heavens..."

Narwa hissed, twisting in his grasp, though it was from pleasure that time as she closed her eyes, sparks flashing under her lowered eyelids. His musk had infiltrated her system and she was no better than a slave to him, though a very willing one who didn't want to be anywhere else than where she was, most certainly...

It felt too good as his shafts filled her, pleasure swamping her, orgasm taking her. She'd never truly had one like that before, pulsing through, ache after ache sweeping her, though it was the kind of ache that made the serpent want to orgasm repeatedly, forevermore. She didn't want to leave any nuance or scrap of pleasure behind, not when there was so much there for her to lust for, so much for her to enjoy, panting and grunting, taking two cocks at once.

It was beyond anything that she could imagine, though the dragon did not need to crudely thrust that time, merely enjoying the closure of her cloaca around him, how her passage within flexed and pulled around him. The pulsing ripples were entirely out of her control and hardly in any kind of rhythm, but the Thunder Serpent languished in the sensation of being so full, so strained, stretched wider than she could ever have imagined happening before.

She had never thought of taking two cocks like that... Narwa licked her lips, panting heavily, coming down from her high to further waves of pleasure, wanting to grind her hips back onto him, her legs scrabbling against Xigfeldo's dark scales. But it was good, so good, eyes meeting Xigfeldo's dancing, sparkling ones, though she wanted to smack him clean across his face just to see the smirk smacked from them.

She was the mother of her eggs and the father had been chosen, her body aching for him, rolling her hips lightly, riding out the wave. His shafts throbbed inside her, though, as he shifted under her, they did not feel pressed up quite as close to one another as they had been before. Narwa shivered. Maybe he knew more of her anatomy from other serpents, those with egg sacs, for he could not have known her intimately in any way, not before...

"You have many more eggs in there, Narwa," he purred suggestively. "Ride me... I want to feel your need, brood mother... What could be better befitting the Thunder Serpent?"

He may have taunted her, teased her, yet she was helpless before him, a goddess as she rode his cock, clenching and squeezing around him. Her body knew more what to do than her mind, her cloaca pulling and massaging his cocks, even as they quite naturally found the divergence within her vent. Of course, with two egg sacs there had to be two passageways to fertilise here and Xigfeldo chuckled softly, thrumming with deep pleasure.

To see her bred... He wondered if little Thunder Serpents that looked like him would soon be flitting across the sky or if her gestation period was longer, while carrying the eggs. And then there was the time for them to hatch... But all would come to be seen in time as he claimed one of the most powerful beings in the land.

Some triumphs had to be enjoyed, even as he allowed her to milk him, his breathing quickening, his tail tightening around her, even coming up around her hindquarters, pushing her on. He encouraged her gently, wanting to see what Narwa would do for herself, how far the beauty had sunk, though it was hard to see a queen like her as anything but, despite her position...

She was lost to him, though the Thunder Serpent didn't have it at all in herself to care, not one little bit. She needed it, the thrum of being bred, the rhythm of it, feeling the cool of his body roll up against hers, to be filled, to be bred... Yes, it was all about the heat of mating, of being bred, of feeling her eggs shift within her sacs, though they could not possibly know that their fertilisation was imminent. That was not how it worked with her, not at all, but her head was too fuzzy, glazed over with immense, trembling pleasure, to care.

Maybe not caring was what she wanted all along.

She didn't need to care, not as he throbbed inside her, that steady pulse of her cocks driving her to grind down on him, straining her cloaca to its widest extent ever. The tightness was exquisite, so very much so, her body doing things that she would not have realised were possible, not before mating for the very first time. But all that was in the past as she moaned and grunted thickly, tongue flitting out against her lips, enjoying it in the moment, her passion drawing her deeper.

His shafts... Barely aware that he was orgasming again inside her, his seed flowed forth, pulse after dripping pulse sent to each of her egg sacs. She howled and whimpered while he lapped more tenderly than she could ever have expected at her muzzle, sparing a moment for sweetness as he bred her, seeding her deeply.

As much as Xigfeldo's body ached deeply, wanting that breeding joy, he took his time with her, allowing his orgasms to come without being held back. There was more than enough within his internally held testis to go several rounds over - and even then he would have recovered some to keep going. He only needed to breed the Thunder Serpent, seed her full, until every one of her eggs had been touched by his semen and fertilised. Yet where would the fun have been in only stopping there, making sure that her cloaca was slick and wet with his cream, so much flowing into her that even some dripping out from her would have not made it so that she could not become fertilised.

Pregnancy of a kind...and yet it was different for her as the Thunder Serpent, a serpent who would carry the eggs within her sacs until they had formed a stronger shell, though they would still be soft, waiting to harden, when they were laid. She knew that intrinsically and yet she wanted to see them all laid, to nestle on top of them, caring for them to the point they were hatched. Only then could her young and her fantasy of being a mother come true, becoming the brood mother to a clutch of tiny serpents that her body knew it was time to become.

"More..." She hissed huskily, her tongue lapping out against Xigfeldo's muzzle. "More..."

Another orgasm, though the drake thrust a little, guiding her to roll her hips on top of him - not because there was any true need to, but because a little different sensation made it all the better for them. He could stay seated inside her to enjoy the push of her cloaca massaging him or she could ride him, show him the true power and might of the Thunder Serpent, an air of threat clinging to her, strength returning with every dose of seed.

Soon, when her heat was sated, she would find her strength back in full force, yet the eggs would grow heavier before they were laid, incapacitating her in her nest until she could lay them. But that would all come in time and there was no creature in the land that would challenge her, the mightiest of serpents, even if she could have done with a mate there to care for them with her.

Xigfeldo would not stay. He knew well enough to get out of a cave or any abode before a female's mate returned - or a male's mate, if he was taking a shaft rather than using his own, to be fair. He did not discriminate between the sexes, loving and lusting for all equally, yet perhaps the dragon could have taken a little more care in who he bred, considering how many mates he had taken in the past. That, however, was unlikely to change going forward. The dragon had no reason, not yet, to change who he was, not as his cocks leaked cum, the heads gleaming with a mixture of it and his oily essence deep inside her.

His scent lay all over the serpent, inside her, deeply so. But he wanted to make sure that his seed was everywhere, even as he withdrew from her to a whine and a claw from the serpent, who looked to want to pin him down and take him herself. His shafts did not need stimulation, not truly, to ejaculate, and he paused, rubbing his cocks over the sac with more black tinted eggs, rumbling a growl.

"These are...mine..."

She trembled under him, quivering in something that was not submission but true, pounding lust that ached deeply through her, a twist in her guts. Yes, she wanted them to be his, or more so that she wanted to be bred, to feel that heaviness of fertilisation, eggs growing and developing with new life. He sprayed down the sac with his seed, ensuring that anything that was left seeped through, every egg coated with his semen. It was not necessary, but there was something raw about being claimed in that way that had her hissing, demanding it.

"Yes...dragon! My other sac too - now!"

He obliged readily, not needing to pin her, merely using his claws to adjust the position of the Thunder Serpent on top of him. Different seed sprayed from each of his cocks, allowing him to better differentiate between the offspring he wanted to see from her, heart pounding, deep satisfaction warming him through. His scent crept into her, painting her all over, though there was a part of Narwa, even after how he had taken her, that wanted him, despite everything.

It did not stop the clawing pulse of humiliation, unease stirring in the very pit of her stomach, as she looked down at herself. It was obvious that she had been bred, fertilised...even if one did not take the aroma into account too. There was no other answer for it, appearing even in that moment like a serpent who had allowed multiple partners to breed her, with the colour of the eggs inside her!

She shuddered, taking a gasping breath. That... That was a complication. Yet what could possibly not be a complication after she had been taken that first time fully against her will? The Thunder Serpent was not even sure, after all that, what could be considered willing...

Maybe that was what had made her fall so hard for his scent. Maybe that meant something, but she could not think straight, not with his shafts pushing so very sweetly back inside her, almost as if that was where they belonged.

"Yes..."

She let herself go, panting softly through a gaping mouth. Narwa's tongue flickered up against her teeth and her lips. There was a moment there that she could imagine it was Ibushi, in no position to free herself from the dragon, but she could think that it was her one true mate's cocks inside her.

She still loved and wanted to be with Ibushi. Xigfeldo could never replace the bond she'd had with him, how long she had waited for her mate, even if something had been broken when the Wind Serpent had not come for her. That had separated them, that was true, but it did not stop her from grinding onto his cock, only managing one inside her that time, while the other sprayed cum over her lower stomach. It would not be wasted, not as he marked her, once again, with his scent, the oil of his perfume clinging to her, though it was difficult to discern it when there was so much mess from their mating, bodily fluids everywhere.

Even the nest reeked of them as she took him again and again, though Narwa could not play at being in control, not like that. Xigfeldo was the only one that commanded there, taking advantage of her, though it might have been a fairer fight between them both if she had not been addled with her heat, wanting to be bred, to be taken...

It was too good, simply put. And maybe there was nothing all that bad in that, her tail lashing, orgasm crashing over her delightfully. One, two...and more. There was no end to them until they lay satisfied, even if only one of them was exhausted. For, despite the hours upon hours of breeding, Xigfeldo could still have taken more.

Yet he had to leave, before her mate returned...

*

Weeks later, Ibushi found her. He staggered inside, the Wind Serpent heavy on his feet, a similar body shape to hers with darker tones, a touch of blue to his crest and his chunky, strong jaw. Yet he knew that things had changed the moment he step foot inside the cave where his beloved lay, his head shooting up, nostrils fluttering with short, sharp, demanding breaths.

"Narwa..."

She swallowed guiltily, though she was not at fault - not when she had been forced and then pretty much coerced into mating. Yet the translucent nature of her egg sacs could not hide the shame of her fertilised eggs, all showing a touch of silver or black, though mostly black on the left side and silver on the right. Xigfeldo had not separated his seed that well to divide them perfectly, but that hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things.

Blue, Ibushi thought dimly, clamping his jaws shut. The eggs should have been tinged blue, blue for him, blue for his offspring, but the serpent...

She had mated without him.

Narwa purred softly, her eyes locked onto him, an unwavering gaze that set him a little on edge, despite his upset.

"Come join me, Ibushi," she growled softly, inviting him into her nest with a flick of her tail. "I may not be fertile anymore, but I've learned a few things with a certain slender dragon that you might be interested to see."

Whether Ibushi took her up on her offer of mating, despite her obvious fertilisation, was a question that demanded an answer. Yet which would he give?

He licked his lips, head bobbing uncertainly.

Only time, time spent together, would tell that story.