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Every decade dragons celebrated their hatchday with more enthusiasm than usual. At ten years old it was custom to give them gifts cherishing their hatchlings days and welcoming them into the world of becoming a young drake. They called it "learning their wings." School became more serious, and every year they received more responsibility, knowledge, and independence until they reached their twentieth hatchday, the biggest celebration of them all.

At twenty a dragon_earned_ their wings. In the eyes of their family they were now a fully-grown adult, ready to spread their wings and leave the nest. Many dragons celebrated with family and friends for the last time. No one knew where the winds would take them in another ten years. Some would never return home and leave for far-away cities, working with the many humans that were always eager to learn more about dragons. Some would stay within reach, keeping their familial ties, finding a mate, and settling down to continue a long line of tradition. And for others, their twentieth hatchday would be their last.

Kyra flung herself down on an over-sized bean-bag in the basement of her parent's home, her fiery rose wings flopping to either side of her feral form with an exaggerated wilt. Her scales alternated between burning oranges and reds, no scale exactly the same as the other. Her dad had nicknamed her his 'Sunrise' over the years, and although she told him she hated it, it suited her well.

"I'm bored," Kyra said in an accusatory tone to her two best friends. "Being bored is against the law on your twentieth hatchday."

Mirry looked up from her phone. "That's not our fault. You said your dad had something special planned."

Mirry had been Kyra's best friend forever. Hatched within a month of each other and living next door will do that. Proximity breeds friendship. She had violet scales like amethysts with soft brown eyes. She had spent most of her years following in Kyra's pawsteps, talking her way out of the trouble that Kyra got them into.

"Well he did. He said my twentieth is a huge day and he'd have something special for us."

"Mmm, I hope he does," said Kyra's other friend, Alara. "I wouldn't mind something special from your dad."

Alara had moved here from another city just last year, and had been a wonderfully bad influence on Kyra and Mirry ever since she had arrived. Her pearl-white scales were the perfect mask for the raging draconic hormones beneath. It was a wonder she wasn't with egg yet, or not, because she tended to date dragons and dragonesses with equal intensity and dump them a week later with equal tendency.

"Alara, you can't just say that out loud," said Mirry, her purple cheeks blushing brightly. It wasn't exactly a secret between Mirry and Kyra that they both thought her dad was, well, a pretty awesome drake-dad. He had been taking care of them for years, and ever since they'd become of-age two years ago their interest in him had increased dramatically.

"Why not? You're thinking it too."

"Key word being I'm thinking it and not saying it."

"Just say it. Roji is a total DILF."

"Uhm, hello, guys, I'm right here?" said Kyra. She picked up a pillow from the floor and threw it at Alara, hitting her square in the snout.

Alara pouted from the couch, slumping as if hurt. She rolled onto her side, her four paws stretching outwards against the back of the couch as she whined. "Oof, such violence! Of course," her tone changed back to teasing, "I wouldn't mind if your dad got a little rough with me."

"You are literally hopeless. Weren't you dating someone? Jaylin or something?"

"Yeah? So? Jaylin is my girlfriend. She's great and all but she doesn't have a nice, thick dad cock to ride."

"You have definitely never seen my dad's cock. I've only ever seen it once."

That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Alara perked up and rolled over onto all fours, bounding over to Kyra. She hunkered down nose-to-nose with her, her white tail wriggling behind her like a snake.

"You've never told me that before! You've seen Roji's cock?"

Mirry was just as interested, even if she didn't run over to Kyra. Her earfins perked and pointed in Kyra's direction, listening intently.

Alara took in a deep breath and blew out through her nostrils. Well, she was twenty now, and a full adult, so she could decide what to tell her friends if she wanted to.

"Yeah..."

"...aaaaand how exactly did this happen? Details!"

"I asked him, okay!"

"Kyra!" Mirry blurted. "When?"

"Two years ago, when I turned eighteen." Kyra grinned down at Alara from her superior bean-bag position. "You're not the only one interested in drakes you know. Some of us just don't flaunt it."

"I don't flaunt, I enjoy. And we're talking about you, not me."

"You just said 'hey dad can I see your penis?'" Mirry asked.

"Well no not exactly, and no one says penis, Mirry. Don't be a weirdo," Kyra replied.

"I'm not weird! And it is a penis."

"Cock. Drakes have cocks," Alara interjected.

"Thanks, Alara. So anyways, as I was saying, I asked to see my dad's cock when I turned eighteen. Because I hadn't seen one that wasn't on my phone and, well, I wanted to see a real one, not some scrawny drake thing."

"Oh I bet it was real." Alara positively squirmed, her paws kneading against the carpeted floor. "How big? Red or black?"

"Big. Huge! Both."

"Mottled. Oooh. Fucking hot."

Before anyone could say another word a thunderous voice roared from the top of the stairs, sending the dragonesses scrambling in every direction. "HAPPY HATCHDAY!"

"Roji!" Alara said, jumping onto all fours.

"Dad!" Alara's cheeks were naturally a more yellow-orange, but right now there was definitely an additional bit of red. She rolled off the bean-bag to stand next to Alara.

"Mr. Roji!" said Mirry, the only one with enough brains to continue lounging on the couch like nothing was amiss.

Roji stomped down the stairs, his bulk completely filling the staircase. He had to tuck his earthy, auburn wings tightly against himself to squeeze down the narrow passageway, releasing them once he reached the ground level. His presence seemed to fill the entire room.

The basement was a large rectangle with a staircase at one end with an extra freezer, with the couch, bean-bag chair, and television on the other. Before Roji had come down it felt like they could have invited four more friends over, but with Roji in the space, Kyra was suddenly very glad she had kept it to two.

Kyra walked over to nuzzle under her father's chin, giving him the traditional father-daughter draconic greeting. Some traditions died hard. Some families would've been embarrassed at such intimate displays of affection, especially amongst family members in front of friends. But Kyra didn't care; she wasn't raised to care. Family came first.

"Happy hatchday, Sunrise." He nuzzled down firmly, wrapping his great leathery wings around her.

"Don't call me Sunrise," Kyra muttered.

Roji just smiled and held the hug for a moment, letting out a humm of satisfaction before releasing his daughter. He turned to greet her friends, who's scales he had seen in and out of his house many times before.

"Mirry, Alara, glad you could join us."

"You know we wouldn't miss Kyra's twentieth, Mr. Roji," replied Mirry, while Alara just gazed dreamily in Roji's direction.

"I did assume it would be you two. That makes everything a lot more fun and a little less awkward, in case it was someone else."

"Awkward?" Kyra stepped back, tilting her muzzle.

"Yeah. For your present."

"I don't see how my present could be awkward..."

"Well, it could be if you had invited friends that didn't want to suck your dad's cock. Or penis, right Mirry?" He winked at her, with the knowledgeable grin of a father that always knew a bit more than he let on. "Your hatchday present is ... me."

"Oh. Ooooh. Oh my." Kyra's tail started wagging slowly behind her.

"Ooh YES," Alara said.

"Ooh no," Mirry said, covering her face with her wings.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Mirry! I just overheard..."

"She wants to," Alara replied for her. "She's just embarrassed that you heard her talk about your cock. Penis. Shaft."

"I forget how easily embarrassed young dragonesses can be," Roji smiled with a shrug. "Forgive me Mirry. I know you three have talked about me before."

"You're forgiven," said Alara.

"What about your mom, Marin right? This is okay?" Mirry asked.

Roji walked towards Mirry, his wing bringing Kyra along with him. "Definitely. You know, communication is one of the most important parts of marriage. I discussed everything with her beforehand. She agreed there could be no better twentieth hatchday gift!"

"But, it could be your last..."

"Sssh," Roji raised a paw to Mirry's cheek. "If I'm that lucky, then what happens, happens." He turned around to face all three of them before sitting back on his haunches, his male-slit bulging between his legs, his hefty balls resting against the ground. "Hatchday hen first, I think. Unless you want something different. It is your special day, after all."

"I'm pretty sure Alara would kill me if I made her wait, Dad."

"Yeah you're probably right," he said, eyeing the snow-white dragoness trembling with anticipation. "Everyone at once, then."

He picked up the bean bag and pushed it into the corner, sitting himself down in front of it before slouching. The angle gave the hens in the room a nice front-row review between his hind legs, but left his feral form upright enough so he'd be able to see them enjoying themselves. The dark-brown scales that covered the top and sides of his body gradually faded to tan along his belly and crotch, the lighter scales a natural pattern common amongst male drakes.

There was nothing generally remarkable about Roji. He had a wife, a beautiful cerulean scaled dragoness named Marin that he had known for thirty-plus years. Together they had a single egg, their beautiful daughter, Kyra. He worked as a construction manager after years of working his way up the ladder, literally and figuratively. But the whole was greater than the sum, when it came to Roji. It was everything about him together that made him alluring to each young dragoness in the room. From his physical and unflinching nature for Alara, to his surprisingly intellectual mind for Mirry. And of course, being fit and handsome with a chiseled snout and ruby red eyes didn't hurt.

Kyra loved her dad for twenty years of always being by her side and always supporting her, always being that encouraging, supportive wing she could rely upon. He was the largest male presence in her life and she felt no shame in her attraction to him once she had come of age. It had always felt like a natural progression in their relationship, which was why she had asked him to see his shaft on her hatchday two years ago.

She remembered the nervousness, him kindly asking her why, and making sure it was alright with her mother first. Kyra remembered their supportive smiles and the privacy her mother had given them, letting her daughter hold her mate's cock in her paws. The first and only real malehood she had ever held, throbbing and pulsing. She had wanted him in every way then, but had been too afraid to ask. That night her sheets had been soaked with hours-long fantasies as she ground her hips against her pillow, writhing and fantasizing about what could happen. And now, apparently, finally, that day was today.

"I love you Dad," Kyra said, forgetting about her friends for a moment. This was the best birthday gift she could've asked for. She padded up and settled herself down between her dad's hind legs, nuzzling affectionately at his crotch.

"Yes please," Alara said, hopping over to Roji's right side. She leaned her white muzzle down, sniffing eagerly at what had moments before just been a fantasy, a purrrr escaping her muzzle when she felt Roji's arm rest on the back of her head.

"It'll take all three of you to get me fully hard," Roji said to Mirry, beckoning her over with a paw.

The purple dragoness blushed, taking her time walking over to her friends and to her biggest crush.

"I know Kyra has a little experience, and I assume Alara has some, but-"

"Some!" said Kyra.

"I'm not sure if I should be offended or amused," said Alara.

"-but," Roji continued, "I have no idea about you Mirry. Is this okay with you?"

"Yes, sir, I mean no I don't have a lot of experience, but I definitely want to."

"Okay, good dragoness. You seem like the type who likes to be told what to do. Nothing wrong with that. Now come here little hen. Kyra, scoot your cute tail over and let Mirry nuzzle your dad's shaft with you."

Kyra obliged and Mirry settled down next to her childhood friend, her nostrils and vision full of male-dragon crotch.

"I'll leave the rest to you three. Feel free to experiment. There are a lot of ways to pleasure a male drake."

"I know of a few," Alara said, dipping her muzzle down towards his male slit. Her pink tongue snaked out to lick inside of his male slit, tasting at the quickly hardening flesh within.

"Rrrrrrm," Roji hissed, his mottled black and red shaft following Alara's tongue out of his slit, rapidly hardening.

"Hey no fair, he's my dad," Kyra said. Her muzzle pushed Alara's out of the way so she could nuzzle at his base. She turned her muzzle sideways and wrapped her tongue around his hot flesh, letting his cock grow within her maw. It didn't take long before the base of his cock was so thick that it was starting to make her jaw sore, so she withdrew to lap her tongue down against his ball sac, tasting and licking at her father's musk.

Roji took his paw off Alara's muzzle so he could reach down and cup Mirry's cheek, pushing her against his rigid shaft. "Now lick here, at my base, and don't stop."

"Okay..." Mirry said, her tongue matching Kyra's movement.

Kyra huffed as her nose bumped up against Mirry's as she tried to follow her dad's balls up with her tongue to the base of his cock. She wanted all of it. It was her hatchday, after all. Why shouldn't she? But with three dragonesses at his crotch, wasn't there that chance that this would be his last blowjob?

"Dad," Kyra said as she found her dad's trembling shaft again, trailing her tongue up and up, feeling each thick ridge with her drooly tongue. "Isn't there a chance, with all three of us, it could cause a E.E.?"

Mirry stopped licking, her nose horns bumping up against Kyr's neck. "Euphoric end?"

"No one calls it that, Mirry," said Alara, between licks against Roji's tapered tip, the sweetness of his pre-cum tingling against her tongue. "And Roji wouldn't have gifted himself to all three of us if he wasn't at least open to the possibility of an E.E., isn't that right, Roji?"

Roji's paw groped at the back of Alara's neck, massaging her little muscles. "Yep. Marin knows, too, of course. It's okay. I've never had one, obviously..." he laughed at his own joke, "but we agree that our little Kyra's twentieth deserves something extra special."

"But you'll die," Mirry said.

Roji shrugged. "Every day there's a chance we could die. You'll understand one day, if you get a chance to grow old. Better to go out celebrating than in pain, or at random. And Kyra will have one hell of an evening to remember me by, won't you, Kyra?"

Kyra nodded, nuzzling firmly into her dad's crotch. Oh, she'd miss him, for sure. But a euphoric end, or E.E., was something all dragons learned about once they were sexually mature. You had to, of course. It was rare that some dragon young would have the mind-blowing amazing sex necessary to cause it, but it could happen.

The way her mother had explained it so many years ago resurfaced now in her mind. No one could say exactly what it's like, because no dragon lived through it. That's the thing about an E.E. - it was final. Nothing more after that. But it was allegedly so amazing, so pleasurable, that dragons would get together specifically to cause E.E.'s to one another.

It sounded wild at first, but after her mother had explained it, things had started to click into place a little bit. Why some friend's had parents that passed away young and got new parents, or why some had no parents at all and were adopted into other families.

Dragon families were fluid and ever-changing, a natural by-product of the communal structure required to raise hatchlings when your parents might drop dead from a mind-blowing night of sex at a moment's notice. Kyra, like all young drakes, had been aware that this was a possibility for many years ago. But the fact that her dad would take that risk with her on her twentieth was the best gift she could possibly receive from him.

"Oh daddy," Kyra said, her tongue working over her dad's shaft. She loved the way the big, obsidian splotches covered the crimson shaft at random, giving him this totally unique look. His cock throbbed and pulsed beneath her tongue, dribbling pre-cum down atop her snout while she nuzzled him, whenever a drip escaped Alara's quick tongue. Kyra didn't want to think about the possibility of an E.E. It was enough that he'd take the chance. And if she and her friends gave him one... she could think of no better way to tell her father that she loved him than by giving him the best blowjob he'd ever get.

"Mmmmmn, that's it. All three tongues now. Come on," he encouraged them.

Mirry's tongue worked slowly around his base. The dragonesses' licks were timid and soft, just like her. She licked with her eyes closed, as if unsure if this were a dream or reality.

The long, eager strokes up and down his shaft came from Alara as she switched places with Kyra, relinquishing the sensitive tip to her. The fierce white dragoness had learned more than a few things with her boyfriends. Her tongue curled up beneath the sensitive ridges of his cock, pushing in all the right places to make him squirm and gasp in pleasure. Roji's cock was the biggest shaft she had ever had in her mouth by far, and she was enjoying every inch of it.

"Oomnomrrr," Alara said, her muzzle turned sideways with a mouthful of a dragon penis between her maw.

Kyra's tongue had followed her dad's dribbling pre-cum up to his tip, lapping all the way. She kissed the twitching member before taking his cocktip into her muzzle, her flat tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft. Her cheeks bulged with the efforts of trying to take all of his tip in her mouth. She couldn't imagine how a dragoness would take his entire cock in their muzzle! Good thing she had her friends to help her.

"Ahhh fuuuck that's good, all of you keep going. Good little hens..." Roji leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting his hindlegs splay as far apart as possible as his daughter and her friends lapped at his crotch. Roji was no stranger to blowjobs or to sex with his wife, but this was something else. Three young, eager tongues licking all around his shaft was making his hind toes curl and his mind start to feel fuzzy. He could tell their personalities by the way they treated his cock, and he loved each one of them individually, but most of all his dear Kyra, who was struggling to take him within her mouth.

"I see you four have gotten started," a voice said from the stop of the stairs.

"Mom!" Kyra replied, momentarily removing her muzzle from her dad's twitching shaft, her tongue licking up the precum dripping from her chin.

"Hi cute scales," Marin replied. "I hope you are all enjoying yourselves while you still can." Marin's light blue scales shimmered as she walked down the stairs to observe her daughter's hatchday gift.

Roji snorted at that, his hips pushing upwards to show off his engorged shaft. "These girls will need to work harder than that, or else I'll be around for a while longer."

Kyra took that personally. Her eyes narrowed as she turned back to her dad, her fiery orange scales glinting. She was going to enjoy her birthday gift and make her dad start seeing stars. Her muzzle wrapped back around her dad's cock, suckling at the tip for a moment, tasting the salty pre-cum of her dad on her tongue. She paused, thinking about how over twenty years ago she was one of these sperm being pushed inside her mother to make an egg. The thought made her slit wet. She lifted a paw to fondle beneath his balls, feeling the weight of them in her paw.

"Careful with those," her dad said. "Wouldn't want to hurt your potential siblings... or eggs."

Kyra _huffed_at that, her nostrils flaring. A father impregnating their daughter certainly wasn't unheard of amongst dragons, even if it made family gatherings a bit more complicated.

"Mirry, be a dear and lick at his balls, won't you? I don't think my hubby has ever had his cock sucked and his balls licked at the same time," Marin advised as the couch squeaked beneath her as she settled in to partake in her daughter's twentieth hatchday present.

The purple dragoness thumped her tail in response, her muzzle rather hidden by Roji's thick hind legs to either side of her face and Alara's eager,schlorping licks above her, dripping drool down onto Mirry's nose. She stopped trying to find an inch of cock to lick and dipped her slender snout lower. Jeez, she thought, she had never been this close to another drake's balls before. Sure, she had seen plenty but up close... they were almost intimidating. Two large orbs rested squarely on the ground in a fat, heavy sac, clearly still virile after many years. Her tongue snaked out in a timid motion, like licking a tart popsicle.

"You're going to have to do more than that baby girl," Roji said as he shifted his hips, bringing his balls upwards and setting them down firmly on Mirry's snout.

Her snout immediately flooded with the heavy scent of male musk and arousal combined with three very horny young dragonesses, herself included. She suddenly felt acutely aware of how empty her slit felt. She titled her muzzle upwards, her nose lifting his sac along with it as her tongue slurrrrrped upwards, dragging a wet line from Roji's taint and across his balls, suckling tenderly against one of the large orbs.

"_Auuuhhhh_Mirry," Roji moaned. "Muuuch better. Fuck that's nice..." his eyes closed as he slouched, his chest rising and falling in big gasps.

Mirry's purple tail wriggled behind her in pleasure at the praise. She liked the praise. She always strived to get good grades in school and to always behave. Hearing Roji literally moan out her name sent a shiver of pleasure tingling down her spine, from nose-tip to tail-tip.

Alara didn't need to be told how to suck dragon cock. She couldn't count the number of firm male shaft's she'd had twitching down her young throat, but Roji's was certainly the biggest one. She hmmmd and_grrrawrd_ playfully, her muzzle working every available inch to her white snout between her two friends.

Two large paws rested on Kyra's snout, groping at her cheeks as she squelched another inch of fat cock into her mouth. Her dad felt over her face like feeling her for the first, or last, trailing a digit along her jawline, his thumb hooking inside of her cheek, tugging playfully at it as he pushed his hips up, squeezing more of himself inside his daughter. Kyra closed her eyes and thrummed deep within her chest, a loud half-purr half-humm that vibrated her throat against her dad's shaft.

"Yesss, fuck," Roji groaned, his paws moving to the top of Kyra's head to grip her horns like a steering wheel. He stopped her slurping motion, holding her head still while he pushed upwards, thrusting into his daughter's throat. Her tongue swirled and pushed along the underside of his shaft, kissing the same piece of dragon meat that had brought her to life twenty years ago.

Roji's entire body started to tremble, his mouth gaped open as he thrust himself into Kyra's maw. He didn't seem to have any brain cells left for talking; the basement was filled with the lewd sounds of his cock_schlurping_ into his daughter's muzzle while her two friends kissed and licked at his shaft and balls, their own submissive whimpers of pleasure music to his ears.

Kyra couldn't stop him; her dad had complete control over her face. She wriggled and struggled a little at first before she quickly learned to only breathe through her nostrils. Her dad wasn't hurting her but he was pushing her to her limits, and each thrust seemed to find a new limit within her mouth; and soon he wasn't even in her mouth, his cock tip retreating to her lips before shoving into her maw and past it, squishing down her throat, the soft wet muscles of her esophagus constricting around his sensitive flesh. Kyra could see her dad's eyes rolling back, his hind paws curling in mind-blowing pleasure.

This is it, she thought. There was no way her dad wasn't going to experience a euphoric end, not with three dragonesses working against his crotch. He knew. He always knew, and so did her mother. He had thought of this moment for a long time, she thought. She knew it in her heart, she knew it by the way his cock flared and squelched down her throat.Oh daddy, she thought quietly, I love you so much!

Roji's entirely body trembled violently, his wings flaring out to either side of him and curling against the walls as he groaned, his face alight in pleasure. His maw opened so far that his tongue lolled to one side as his paws held Kyra's face down against his crotch. His cock _surged_within her throat, pumping the first of several hot loads of cum down into his daughter's belly while his knot bulged within her cheeks.

Hot, ropey lengths of cum squirted down Kyra's throat as her father orgasmed, his balls sucking up slightly into his crotch as he deposited his life-giving sperm into his little dragoness. Kyra had no choice but to swallow and keep swallowing, humming happily as her dad trembled and groaned, every twitch of his cock within her throat followed by another deposit of thick semen.

After several long minutes Roji's chest rose, filling his lungs with air before deflating slowly. His hind paws uncurled and his wings sagged to either side of him. The paws that had been holding Kyra's head so firmly went limp, sliding down from her horns and across her cheeks.

Kyra pulled back slowly, her dad's thick, stiff cock still firmly erect after finishing his orgasm. That was one of the surest signs of a euphoric end, the erection getting firmer instead of softening post-orgasm. She blinked away the wet moisture in her eyes and smiled up at him, licking his cum off of her snout-tip. "Goodbye, daddy."

"It's what he wanted," Marin said softly from the couch.

Kyra turned to look at her mom, surprised to find her just smiling calmly with no tears in her eyes.

"He loved you more than anything," she continued. "He'd want you to continue enjoying his gift. Please don't let that stiff post-mortem erection go to waste. That's the last ride anyone will ever get from him..." she trailed off wistfully, as if remembering the last time she had ridden Roji.

Alara and Mirry had pulled back, their mouths agape in awe. Neither of them had ever seen a real E.E. before, though both had clearly known about it. But to see it, to feel it beneath their tongues was something else.

"Is it true they produce more cum after they die?" Alara asked.

"Alara!" Mirry hissed.

"What!"

Marin just laughed, her happy voice trilling across the room. "Why don't you girls find out for yourselves?"

Kyra nodded and stood, gazing down at her father's body. His mind was gone. He'd never hug her with his wings again- and she wouldn't let his gift go to waste. No, she'd enjoy the fuck out of her dad.

She climbed atop his body, resting her paws atop his still chest while she aligned her slit with his stiff cock. "I'll miss you daddy," she said, lowering herself slowly onto him.

Roji's body slumped onto the ground, his neck twisted at an awkward angle in the corner. "Hmph," Kyra said, finding his cock flopped to the side. She turned to her friends. "Uhm, a little help here?"

Alara rolled her eyes. "Just move him yourself."

Kyra stepped off her dad and pushed, trying to move him from the corner so she could ride him properly, cowgirl style. "He's heavy!"

Alara sighed and dragged Mirry with her by the tail, and together all three of them pushed Roji's body out from the corner and onto his back. His legs and arms fell limp at his sides with his cock still twitching eagerly in the air.

"There," Alara said, straightening out Roji's neck so it didn't look so awkward. "I call dibs on next."

"You can't _dibs_my dad's E.E."

"I just did! Now hurry up, I dunno how long it lasts."

"Girls, girls, you have plenty of time. Trust me, I know," Marin said unflinchingly from the couch.

"Thanks mom," Kyra replied as she straddled her dad's dead body once more. This time he didn't move or roll around when she rested her weight on him. Her little pink paws rested on his light brown chest, kneading the firm muscles beneath.

Thankfully she was still plenty aroused from earlier, the heavy weight of all the cum her dad had deposited inside of her resting heavily within her belly. She rubbed a paw against her stomach, wondering if she would get an egg from him. She had decided she wouldn't mind. What better way to love her father than to carry his egg?

She let her hips fall down onto his cock, feeling his tip indent the soft, sensitive scales between her legs. She hissed in pleasure as the red-hot flesh pierced her, slipping inside her silken folds. She had played with toys and paws before, but those were nothing compared to a real, hot throbbing cock.

A lewd _squeeelch_filled the basement as she wriggled her hips down onto him, grunting in satisfaction as she ground her hips down against her dad's knot.

"Mmmmn," she groaned, lifting her hips before sitting back down again, a loud_splurp_ following the motion.

Every time she let her weight fall back down against her dad she could feel his cock completely filling her, bulging out her tight slit in every direction, touching places inside of her that had never been touched before. His tip poked lightly against her cervix as she ground her hips in small circular motions against his knot; there was no way she'd be able to take all of him.

She purred, the loud_splurps_ and plaps growing faster and faster as she pleasured herself on her dad's stiff post-death erection. She knew he had wanted this, and that thought made her even more horny for him. A familiar tingle of pleasure ached between her legs, growing warmer and warmer until she couldn't take it anymore; she squeezed her legs as tightly as possible around his shaft, feeling how the hard flesh kept her spread around him until she was trembling and squeezing around him, her walls rippling rhythmically around his cock.

The stimulation of her own orgasm was enough to get another surge of cum from her dead father, his cock twitching firmly inside of her. She gasped, feeling the hot seed splash against her cervix and inside of her womb, filling her rapidly until it oozed down out of her slit, coating his cock and dripping down onto his belly. She mrrrrrd, grinding against him in a sticky, cum-filled mess as his orgasm continued, ensuring her impregnation.

This continued for several long minutes as her friends watched her with wide eyes; Alara clearly envious, and Mirry just scientifically impressed. Kyra pulled off her dad with a lewd gush of cum oozing from her slit, trailing after her in soft splats onto the floor as she walked with her tail held high until she found her bean-bag and collapsed atop of it, letting the cum just ooze slowly from her slit.

"Fuck," Kyra said dreamily.

"Language," Marin scolded.

Kyra rolled her eyes but didn't talk back, her mind too filled with happy, pleasurable hormones to really care.

"Me next me next," Alara said, climbing atop Roji's body.

"Wait," Marin said. Alara froze. "I really think Mirry should go next. She's known Roji for longer. I'm sure you understand, Alara."

"O-oh," she said, her wings drooping. "Of course." The white dragoness stepped over the corpse and sat down on her hind legs with an impatient look on her muzzle.

All eyes turned to Mirry. She blushed and took a few steps forward, but didn't say no.

"Go on, dear," Marin encouraged her. "Roji was hoping you'd be here today. He'd be really happy if you enjoyed yourself."

"I know" Mirry said, stepping over the body, also getting herself into cowgirl position. "It's just that I was really saving myself for marriage, but-"

"Oh seriously?" Alara hissed.

Mirry shot her an embarrassed look. "Yes, it's my choice. Anyways! As I was saying, but I'd really wouldn't mind trying something a little different."

"A little diff-oh," Kyra said as she watched Mirry align herself atop her dad's body, stepping forward just enough so his stiff cock aligned with the pink tailhole below Mirry's slit. Her purple hips wriggled back and forth, smearing cum underneath her upheld tail until she was satisfied that'd be enough. She took a deep breath, her little amethyst chest puffing about before exhaling slowly through her nostrils as her weight sat down onto Roji's post-mortem erection, the stiff penis pressing firmly against her tailhole.

Mirry squeaked a little and wriggled her hips back and forth. She wasn't lying when she had said she was saving herself for marriage; she had never used her paws or her secret dildos in her slit. Of course, that didn't mean she had never masturbated. Instead over the past couple of years she had learned to pleasure herself by relaxing her tailhole and pretending it was her future husband gentle rutting her in her bed. She had never told any of that to Kyra and definitely not to Alara, so she wasn't surprised by their wide eyed gaze under her tail.

"Yeah I don't think that'll work..." Alara's voice trailed off, her mouth agape as Roji's cock-tip poked into Mirry's ass with a soft_splurp_, widening her tailhole in a lewd O-shape. "Holy fuck Mirry! I don't think I could do that." Her voice sounded a little envious, or just impressed, or probably both.

Mirry just blushed. "I told you I was saving my slit for marriage. I never said anything about my tailhole. Now hush, it's weird with you talking."

Alara made soft grumbling noises and settled down onto the carpet so she could get a better angle to watch one of her best friend's tailholes get spread around a thick cock. Her tail curled up beneath her until her tip found her slit, pressing and rubbing against herself and she waited impatiently for her turn.

"Mmmn," Mirry groaned, letting more of her bodyweight fall down against Roji's shaft. The thick flesh felt hot in her tailhole, unlike any of her toys she had ever experienced. While this totally didn't count as sex in her mind, it still felt amazing.

She stopped where Kyra had, Roji's firm knot pressing up under her tail. There was no way she was even going to try and fit that into her rump! Instead she raised her hips and lowered them again slowly, and then repeated the motion faster this time, feeling Roji's knot bump up against her over-stuffed tailhole each time. She closed her eyes, picturing her future husband and his knot stuffing her, filling her virgin slit, her rump squeezing eagerly around Roji's cock with the thought.

The sudden surge of Roji's cock caught Mirry by surprise. She yelped! And hiked her tail up high as the first squirt of cum shot into her hot bowels, filling her tailhole with thick, ropey lengths of cum.

Roji's dead body didn't care whether it was mouth, slit, or ass- all it knew was a tight hot hole had squeezed around him repeatedly and had reacted just as nature intended. Mirry groaned, her belly visibly swelling with the amount of seed pumping into her colon. Her dildos couldn't do that. Her paw trembled furiously against her clit as she brought herself to orgasm, her empty virgin slit constricting and massaging the non-existent shaft inside of it while her tailhole clenched repeatedly around Roji's cock, milking him for more.

It was several long minutes until Roji's cock stopped twitching and pumping cum into Mirry's stuffed tailhole. She pulled off of him slowly, feeling her distended abdomen adjust to it's newfound weight until Roji's cock slipped from her ass with a plop! followed by a gush of cum from her gaped tailhole.

"Sweet Mother of Stars," Kyra said, watching her friend tip-toe off of her dead dad's body, her tail upheld while cum oozed from her stretched out tailhole.

"Finally," Alara said, hopping up onto Roji's body with enthusiasm. The little white dragoness positively trembled with anticipation as she aligned her dripping-wet slit over Roji's oozing cock.

Marin snorted from the couch but didn't say anything, clearly amused at the little dragonesses having their fun.

"I'm no virgin," Alara said proudly as she rubbed her slit against the stiff erection, letting his oozing cum smear across her sex. "So we can skip the foreplay." She shoved her hips down, spearing herself on Roji's erection. Her pussy squelched around him, stretching and squeezing around the hot shaft as she took half of him in one smooth motion. "Ahhhhhggmmmn," the dragoness groaned, hunching down on her front paws she could grind her hips down against him.

"Show off," said Kyra. "But you're still not going to take... oh. Oh."

Kyra had to eat her words as she watched with wide eyes as Alara ground her hips against Roji's knot. But instead of just grinding and enjoying it, she was pushing down on it. The fat flesh of his knot push against, and then into Alara's sex, spreading the dragoness an obscene amount. Roji's knot was thicker than one of Alara's hind legs, and yet there it was, slooowwwly sinking into the young dragoness- and then suddenly not so slowly as she wriggled her way past the widest part, and the rest sunk into her with an audible splap.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," Alara said, raising her hips. Roji's knot was lodged so firmly inside of her than when her hips raised so did his limp body, coming along for the ride. She pressed back down against him and wriggled, then with one smooth motion shoved with her paws against his chest while raising her tail, his knot tugging out of her with another pop. "Aaaaahhh, so fucking good," she moaned.

Kyra shot a glance at her mother, waiting for the inevitable 'Language, young dragoness!' that never came. Marin just looked impressed.

This repeated itself several times, each time Alara pushing her hips down and taking all of Roji's knot before tugging it back out again, knot-fucking herself on Roji's stiffy. Kyra was sure if her dad had been alive he would never have been this rough with her, but he didn't have any say in the matter now.

Alara's hind legs came together in a tight squeeze as her entire body curled inwards, her mouth agape and wordless as her whole body trembled. The outline of Roji's shaft twitched within Alara's belly, shooting virile ropes of seed into the eager hen's body.

"Uh oh," Mirry said, watching Alara wide wide eyes.

Kyra looked to Alara and back to Mirry, wondering what she meant. Sure Alara was trembling, just orgasming and- oh. Oh. Her body trembled the way Roji's had. Her hind toes curled; her wings flared out to the sides, smacking Kyra in the face.

"Watch it!" Kyra squawked, batting away her friend's leathery white wing.

The wing trembled and curled inwards, and Alara let out a long, soft sigh of pleasure as she took her last breath with a big smile on her face. Her body slumped forward, falling against Roji's as her wings collapsed around her.

"Well, fuck," Kyra said, watching her friend die on her dad's cock on her hatchday. Maybe making Alara wait hadn't been a good idea.

"Language, Kyra," Marin admonished.

Kyra sighed. "Mom. Alara just had an E.E.!"

"Mmm, it does appear that way."

"And she had it while knotted. Now how am I supposed to get seconds? Mirry, get over here and help me tug our stupid friend off of my dad. There's no way Alara is having the last round with my hatchday present."

Mirry sighed and stood up, her tail still held achingly high. Maybe taking that much of Roji's cock in her ass hadn't been the brightest idea, and Mirry was normally known for her intelligence. Between the two of them they each grabbed one of Alara's limp arms and tugged. At first, nothing happened. Then slowly, inch by inch, Roji's cock started to emerge from Alara's body, until it came out all at once with a surge of cum following it, splattering all over Roji's belly and the carpet.

"Eugh," said Mirry, letting go of the limp dragoness.

"Seriously selfish," Kyra said, pushing her friend against the wall. Alara's dead face mocked her with a self-satisfied grin. "I'm getting one last ride before this cock goes away."

Kyra walked back to Roji's cum-splattered chest and stepped over him, ready to ride him again. Her slit had oozed out a good portion of Roji's previous sperm deposit and was aching for more.

"Come here, little Mirry," Marin called out. "You look a bit overwhelmed."

Kyra glanced at Mirry and felt a pang of guilt. Her friend did look a bit overwhelmed, between the two dead bodies and her sore tailhole. Kyra's mom was always good at stuff like that, figuring out who needed a hug at the right moment.

Mirry nodded and snuggled next to Marin, her purple scales nuzzling up against Marin's light blue ones. They whispered to each other. Kyra could hear parts of it- Marin assuring her that staying a virgin was just fine, and asking her how her tailhole felt, and if this was the first time she had seen an E.E., blahblah blah. Mirry would be fine.

Kyra lowered her slit for sloppy-seconds onto her dad's shaft. It could be her imagination but she thought it was slightly smaller than before, as if Alara had already taken all the seed from her dad's E.E. "So selfish," Kyra muttered, closing her eyes as she hiss in pleasure as Roji's cock pushed into her slit. She stopped thinking about her friends and about anything, focusing only on how that shaft touched her silky walls. She felt full; loved. Her dad's erection pushed against her inner walls, sending chills of pleasure down her spine as she worked herself up and down, enjoying him.

She opened her eyes to find Marin's muzzle and paw beneath Mirry's tail, long, slow licks of her mother's tongue licking up from her childhood best friend's slit and past her dripping tailhole.

"She just over did it a little," Marin said in response to Kyra's glance. "I'm helping her relax, isn't that right, Mirry?"

Mirry nodded, her paws hiding her muzzle as she bent down with her face on the ground and her hips in the air.

Her mom really knew how to lick, Kyra thought. For the first time she wondered if her mom had ever been with other dragonesses, because from the way Mirry's hips were starting to tremble, she really knew what she was doing.

Marin's tongue was twice as big as Mirry's. It licked up Mirry's hind legs, squelching against her little virgin slit before wriggling inside. Mirry gasped, her tail held even higher; Kyra wondered if that was the first thing her friend had ever felt inside her slit.

Her mother's maw turned sideways to push into her friend, her blue scales completely enveloping the young purple dragoness as her tongue squelched inside of her. Some of her dad's seed kept dripping from Mirry's tailhole down onto Marin's snout, but her mom didn't seem to mind. She seemed intent on relaxing Mirry, although Mirry was starting to look a little bit too relaxed.

Mirry trembled, all four of her paws kneading at the carpet as she whimpered. "Mrs. Marin..." she moaned, her mouth agape.

The signs were obvious. Kyra had seen it twice already today, so when Mirry's wings flared out and her whole body trembled, and the juices of her convulsing slit splashed against Marin's muzzle, Kyra couldn't say she was surprised. She imagined her friend's explosive orgasm rippling down around her mother's tongue, the lightning shots of pleasure that must be arching through her upraised tail. And as predicted, her wings curled in on themselves and her hips fell to the ground as Marin's muzzle retreated, her body looking more relaxed than Kyra had ever seen her.

Kyra sighed, looking down at her dad's fat knot. Both of her best friends in the entire world had just experienced their own euphoric ends. It wasn't fair. She could choose- have her father's eggs, go throughout her boring life with no cool friends, or experience the best orgasm she'd ever had on her dad's cock.

The choice was obvious. She wasn't sure how to make it happen, but she'd certainly try.

Kyra pushed her hips down, feeling her dad's knot swell against the entrance to her pussy while his shaft twitched inside of her. She slid off of him until just the very tip of his cock was inside her lips, dribbling that thick cum against her silken walls before slamming down against him again, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Every time she repeated the motion another inch of her dad's knot pushed inside of her; impossibly large, like an egg being squeezed back inside of a slit.

She pushed and wriggled, feeling the way his knot spread against every inch of her overstretched inner walls. Her wet pussy oozed cum down onto his shaft, adding additional lubrication from their first fuck. The more her slit spread around his knot the more sensations she felt, as if every inch unlocked another set of nerve endings she had never felt before. This was way beyond her tongue or her paw; this was a real, fully grown male drake knotting her pussy.

"Squeak!" Kyra yelped, the suddenness of his knot slipping all the way inside of her catching her offguard. One second she was tentatively stretching around a fat piece of cock, stretching and taking deep breaths, and the text second she was fully hilted. She looked down at her stomach and could see the outline of her dad's shaft within her belly, his tip nudged right up against her cervix. Her body trembled; arcs of pleasure radiating out from where their bodies connected and filling every tissue of her body from nose-tip to tail-tip. Her entire body felt alight in pleasure. This wasn't a single orgasm with a few good feeling moments between her legs; it felt like her orgasm was everywhere, all at once. Her brain was vaguely aware of the pulsing of her dad's cock, shooting another load of cum into his daughter's body.

Kyra's wings stretched out and her entire body trembled. She wasn't even aware that this was it, that these were her final moments. There was no space in her brain for any coherent thoughts as pleasurable hormones flooded her senses, overwhelming her; all encompassing; the infinity of every good feeling of her entire life swelling within her all at once- and then there was nothing.

Marin watched her daughter's body fall limp against her dead husband. Her reddish-orange wings curled up and she sighed her last breath, slumping down against the ground while her slit oozed cum.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled through her nostrils. Hatchlings, all of them. To be expected. She looked around at the corpses of her mate and their daughter, and her two friends. All of them with minds-blown from her late husband.

Ah, well. Such was life.

Marin stood up and tugged her daughter off her husband's body, watching with amusement as his still-hard cock squelched out of her with a torrent of cum.

She laid the body down to the side and gripped Roji's dribbling cock, licking at its tip. Her muzzle worked over the spent shaft, tasting the sweaty mixture of three dragoness' bodies against the musky scent of male cock.

"Looks like you might have just one more left in you, my late husband."

She _slurrrped_up the shaft, her tongue twirling around its tip while she wing-hugged her dead daughter. Well, she could always make another daughter, or son. Maybe even her next husband would be a better ride than this one had been.

The future, for her at least, was full of possibility.