Happy Mother's Day!
Quick writing that I wanted to make on the day of mothers.
In order to celebrate the occasion, I decided I would make a quick and unedited quick type of an event I had in my head a couple times before regarding my world setting. Enjoy. Also, if you have questions about my prewriting, it is better to ask than to decipher, since I haven't placed a lot of the details on SF paper.
Prewriting:
Adrammalech Stillshadow, known also as Adram Stills, is a dragon who had risen to Aspect faster than most dragons had. Ramah is about five years older, but Adram had reached the point to try the ritual about the same time as Ramah did. Adram controls the element of Earth, and works as an Aspect of Deception under the Primary Aspect of Death, his father. The Primary Aspect of Life is his mother, making family relationships a bit strained for him. His black obsidian scales are easily kept polished when he can and his granite colored scutes give him a bit more color than the cloudy black that he normally keeps on him. To further color himself, he has been known to use minerals around him to spot touch his body for patterns and other visual purposes, to the point that he can cover himself in a rainbow of crystals close to that of looks to the Crystal Dragon of D&D. His green eyes shine like emeralds in the dark, a trait of most dragons.
Ramah Stormset, no known other nicknames, is a dragon who was part of a large clutch between the Primary Aspects of Life and Justice. He has for a majority of his life been working off a promised action to pay off a debt of the Primary Aspect of Justice when it removed a town's citizens for the actions of a few. As such, he has been the last living dragon of his clutch that controls electricity that was known as the Storm Clan. His gold scales have dulled a little over time, but if given some time he could polish them back to their grand luster. Otherwise, his sandstone colored scute of his belly cuts some of the glare that could be caught in the sun. He has been known to use his purple plumage at the top of his wings to attract attention in different ways, otherwise he finds it useful to wear earthen colors like forest green and brown leathers when hunting on the ground or decorative metals when attracting mates. His orange eyes are like that of Citrine when shining in the dark. His horns help protect his hearing membrane as two hard pieces that has a hinge like a jaw to open and snap shut to protect from sand and other trouble that could damage his hearing.
Celest Greygale is the current Primary Aspect of Life, part of the 6 known Primary Aspects and leader of all dragons that can control wind and air. Currently likes studying the growth of different flora and fauna including other dragons to better improve the chances of children reaching adulthood. Also has had many clutches herself and has done minor experiments to improve her children's various strengths and chances of success when performing the rites and rituals of Aspect Ascension. Her grey scales and scutes are speckled with multicolored feathers on her head and neck like hair, elbow joints of her forelegs, the base of her tail and her wings. They change color based on her mood and grow more vibrant as she gets aroused.
Setting and situation: Celest's cave is a perfect place, where the entrance is gusty, the howling winds outside do not dare enter the Primary Aspect's cave. Add some gold from her collection and a bit of something for the two dragons to bring along... Something that would be good... Yeah, cake and cookies laced with dragon nip sounds good enough.
Adram asked Ramah to come along to celebrate a little human holiday he heard of called Mother's Day. Both dragons came to the cave to find that their mother is going through one of her heats and the black dragon has an idea to give a gift that the Primary Aspect of Life wouldn't mind... Especially if he can get his half-sibling to go along with it.
The howling winds of the mountain range kept clouds moving over the tips of the peaks, obscuring the vision of two dragons who dared to brave the harsher gusts over the range. Their destination laid ahead of both of them, where an opening into the largest of the mountains had a ledge allowed one with wings to land one at a time to enter.. The black dragon was the first to notice it approaching, pointing down to it and giving a shout over the wind. The gold dragon responded with a nod and gave some space to the black, who went for a landing first. The high winds made for a difficult landing, where the black had to snap his wings shut once close enough and then use them to redirect the air over his back and crawl to the entrance.
The gold dragon was next, who landed behind the black dragon once enough room was on the ledge to do so, nearly getting blown onto his side when a crosswind gust hit the large pack he was wearing, slightly larger than the one on the black's. His curses as he regained his balance were lost to the winds, snapping his wings down and better bracing himself against the wind until he could get into the safety of the cave.
"........With all this damnable!... Oh." The gold dragon quickly corrected his voice once he realized his voice was much louder once he moved past an invisible barrier into the cave. The air was much warmer once the winds outside was separated from the air inside, but not stuffy. He shaken himself of some of the condensation he gathered from the clouds before looking at his flying companion. "You better have a good reason to ask me to come by Celest's cave, Adram. She doesn't usually like being disturbed if she is observing her practice."
"Come now, it is a wonderful time to see her." Adram replied. He set down his pack to pull out a towel and rubbed his own scales down from the water that gathered on his body. "Besides, when was the last time you said hi to good old mom?"
"I wouldn't call her old... She doesn't like that much, and her mastery of some of her tools I swear make her look younger than some of the females that have tried courting me." Ramah said, tapping his claws on the stone floor as he patiently waited for the blackc drake to finish toweling off. He would have done the same, but the decorative plates he had on his body, held by feral friendly snap bands, kept him from being able to get at parts of his body that the water seeped under. Once his flight partner looked almost done, he stood up and walked further into the cave. "So you said to bring an offering to give to her. Is she angry?"
"Nononono.....No. Or at least it would be a coincidence if she is." Adram looked ahead at the gold dragon and picked his pack back up. Once the weight was better balanced on his back, he caught up to the side of Ramah and smiled. "I just wanted to try out a holiday I keep hearing as I travel around and practice. They call it Mother's Day, and it is when gifts are given to those who had the offspring."
"That doesn't sound reassuring, Adram." Ramah said with a sigh. He didn't always take his half-brother's words at face value thanks to his Aspect, but he didn't distrust him either. "So long as she doesn't try to remove my head from my neck, I will call it a good day."
"Well take my advice. A bad day is how we make of challenges. If you do good and have a positive outlook, you should find all days you live through are good." Adram replied. He halted when a moan came from further inside. He trotted ahead of the gold dragon a bit to look into a better lit chamber ahead of them. "Mmm?"
Ramah wasn't too far behind the black dragon, getting the view a few moments later. Among the gold coins, crystal statues and other little gains of loot in her years laid out the Primary Aspect of Life. Her grey scales were countered by a vibrant set of plumage on her, red and green feathers with a tint of blue at the edges covered the places her feathers grown from, her head and wings being the most obvious places, though she had some at the base of her tail and at the elbows of her forelegs. From his viewpoint, he also saw the large crystal dildo that she pushed in between her legs.
Neither of the drakes spoke, yet both mouths were open as if they were supposed to be. Their nostrils flared a bit as they taken in the scent of the room, which was drenched in the smell of a dragoness in heat and had taken a few rounds already to try and relieve it. Ramah was the first one to move, taking a step back, but it was Adram that spoke first.
"Ah... Hello, Celest, Primary Aspect of Life and mother of mine." Adram sounded polite as he bowed his head and looked away. He heard the moans stop and the clatter of the plates on Ramah as he bowed the same way.
The feathered female pulled her paws away from the dildo and rolled over to hide it under her frame, looking rather surprised and bothered from the interruption. Her emerald eyes looked over at the entrance to the chamber and glared at the two slightly smaller dragons. Her breathing was deep as she tried to control herself in front of her visitors. "Adrammalech and Ramah. Two sons who haven't asked for a boon. What brings you to my mountain?"
The two males glanced at each other and thrown their packs down to pull out a couple items. Wrapped in paper was some well preserved confections and some inscribed tools, likely combined thoughts of both dragons by the look of the inscriptions... "H-Happy Mother's Day!" Shouted both of her sons.
Celest rose a brow, confused at the mention of this "Mother's Day" and rose from her spot in the middle of the room to inspect what had been presented to her. The confections looked to be round, with what must have been chocolate chips in among the sweet baked dough and separated into round circles. She sniffed one and popped it into her mouth before inspecting the tools with a discerning eye. The inscriptions looked well defined and etched into the materials with a steady hand. If she had to guess, it would have been Adram that gathered the materials, and Ramah forged the glass and metals into each other. Both much have worked on the inscriptions with what knowledge they had for her practice.
"Interesting... But I haven't heard of Mother's Day.." The Primary Aspect finally replied. She set the tools down and motioned for the two dragons to get up. "It looks more like you are trying to court me."
"Well, it is a human holiday, meant to thank the mothers by their offspring. Gifts, requests and the like are given..." Adram said, looking up to her and trying to hold his breath as much as he could. The pheromones of his own mother were starting to etch their way into his mind as easily as the inscriptions on the tools. "It just so happens today is that day..."
Celest gave a huff at the poor set of timing the two drakes in front of her. She knew from observing the results with interbreeding that it wasn't always safe if it happened often, which made her run through the entire family tree backwards from herself. Her netherlips clenched around the dildo still stuck between her legs, which hadn't helped her growing need over the last couple days...
"Requests you say?" She asked. She looked at both of the dragons, prooven strong in their own ways from different harsh upbringings with their fathers. "...I will accept the gifts for this 'Mother's Day' of yours. But I have a request while you stay." She turned around and moved back to where she laid before, pillows spread over the area. Some were wet with her arousal and estrus. It was there raised her tail and presented herself to the two drakes. "Get rid of these urges of mine these next few days, and I will at least forgive your lack of notice to your visit.
Ramah stood dumbfounded at the offer, considering that it was his mother in front of him. Regardless of that, her pheromones were enough to be working on him, edging him closer over the tools to get a better look at the haunches of the older female. As he had thought, she looked not much older than he or Adram was, but he didn't want to ponder the details. He pulled that toy from her vent in time for Adram to join up with him behind her. The black taken that moment to lick the toy and lap at the top of his maw.
"My goodness... I don't think I tasted this much heat in a while. She must really need it." Adram noted, then turned his attention to her vent and gave it a lick. He watched it clench in front of him, trying to get his tongue as if that would be enough to satisfy it.
The gold dragon was less surprised than his companion, who licked at the toy once himself. "Well, it is her request... And I can't think of a good reason to say no..." He watched Adram lap at her vent, his breathing starting to get heavier from the notes of estrus on the air. As much as a logical thought would be to refuse, he was told by previous questions to follow the requests of females, and this was one request he didn't mind to accept...
The grey female moaned with the ministrations so far by the black dragon, who dipped into that heated tunnel to get at more of her estrus juices that were starting to drip out. Her tail flagged to the side in invitation to both of the drakes behind her. She looked back, seeing a slight bit of hesitation on Ramah's snout. "Ramah. Come up to my front." She said with no room in her voice to be denied.
"Ah? Yes mom - er, lady Life." He tried to correct himself to her Aspect name at least if not her title and approached her side. His arousal was showing from his slit between his legs, even with him trying to hide it a bit from the grey hen. But, just as he was passing her neck, she pushed her snout under his belly to suckle at the peeking tip of his shaft. He gasped as his legs shivered with the sensation of a warm maw around his tip and a tongue reaching into the slit to dig the rest of it out with a bit of pleasure.
Adram had less trouble with Celest's request, lapping at her for a few more licks before he removed himself from under the feathered base of her tail to clean off his snout and peek over to his half-brother. "I hope you don't mind if I go first. This is something I don't want to pass up." He said as he wrapped his forepaws around the haunches of the hen in front of him, regardless if she was of higher standing and his mother. She was a brood hen in waiting from what he remembered of how many eggs were in the same clutch as his own, and he was willing to give her a donation towards that number. His hemipenes were already out and dripping his arousal from tasting such a potent and fertile heat. The black drake had little trouble lifting himself over those fine, motherly haunches to sink both of them into the dripping vent that was under her grey tail and colorful plumage.
Celest moaned around the spire that was growing inside her mouth when Adram pushed forward and into her fertile fields. Certainly not the biggest she had taken, but the barbs on both of them at once was a good feeling all the same with how swollen and tight she had become. She could hear similar complimentary sounds from the two males as she sucked off the gold and let the black under her tail, who bottomed out quite quickly inside and started moving to rut her. That tongue of hers wrapped around the purple flesh that was in her maw, feeling around each ridge that was a part of that draconic length, every so often clenching around the two between under her tail to really feel those barbs hook on her folds.
"Ah, oh man... Ramah, she is no slouch." Adram gasped when he felt her squeeze his twin lengths, leaking a jet of pre seed every time she clenched. He hilted himself inside and just rubbed over her folds as deep as he could to try and last a bit longer than a minute. A growl came from underneath him when he did so, however, where he felt a different sensation deep inside, as if she was rubbing the tips. "Ooooh, no way. Didn't expect..." He growled, cutting off his outward thought to clamp down on one of her feathered wings. His body shuddered in a record of his own, firing off both barrels inside a skilled vent that milked him in ways he didn't feel elsewhere. Jet after jet of seed pulsed from him and into the Primary Aspect under him, not a drop leaking after he finished up and released her from his fangs.
Ramah grit his teeth as his back legs lowered a bit to let the grey hen work his length just a little easier, his citrine eyes half-closed in the pleasure rolling up his spine. "Nngh, I didn't think about this so much..." He grunted out as he looked towards the shuddering black. "But, should we have expected less?" He taken a deep breath and tensed his belly, trying to last a bit longer before feeding the grey hen underneath him.
Celest removed her maw from Ramah's length, licking her fangs to look between the two males, clenching on the still cumming black under her tail. "Of course I have a knack at breeding. A title I received before working into the Primary Aspect was the Brood Queen." She licked at the tip of Ramah's cock as Adram finished and pulled out, not a bit of seed showing on his hemipenes or her vent lips to show what had happened. A perfect deposit if the black ever saw one. "It doesn't hurt that you two have the same sensitivities as your fathers... Now, Ramah, your turn." She smiled hungrily.
"Ahaha... Uh, can't Adram go again? He does have two after all..." His hesitation to breed his mother still on the front of his mind. Those forepaws kneaded the stone floor as he tried to think of some reason that he shouldn't go just yet. It was then he saw her head bolt down below and grab a rear leg and pull, throwing the gold drake onto his back. Before he could roll over, the grey dragoness was over him, straddling his hips.
"You. Don't. Deny. Me." Celest growled at the gold under her, baring her teeth. She adjusted her position over the smaller drake and looked down behind her to line his spire up with her vent. Once that tip grazed over those fertile netherlips, she sat down, feeling each ridge that squeezed in past the entrance. The view was easily visible for both Ramah, but even more so for Adram who sat panting in the corner, unable to get much relief from his arousal even now with how heavy the air was with the brood hen's scent. The Primary Aspect relished seeing the face of the gold drake's twist in pleasure as she hilted him inside her, just deep enough to feel the entrance to her egg chamber that had been splattered with seed already.
"B-But, lady Life, Ah..." Ramah grunted with the feeling of her folds pulling on his ridges, pointing him straight at where his seed would do the most damage. His body yelled at him to do his duty, yet a single lesson told him that releasing inside her now may result in young that could have trouble later... Even so, once those hips rose and slammed back down on him, that lesson was being forgotten as he desperately tried to hold on to it and his rising climax. "W-What of the whelps?"
"Come on. Breed your mother like I demand it." Celest growled over the gold dragon. Her snout went down to his ear horn, licking it as she slammed down onto his length like a hammer onto an anvil. "I checked our tree, and there hasn't been interbreeding in over twenty generations. This will be of no harm." She whispered into to his ear. She felt those ridges starting to swell inside her, a sign that Ramah was getting closer to his release. The words were more pointed to make sure he didn't resist again. "So seed me, and watch a clutch grow with little chance of imperfections." She pushed him to the hilt one last time, biting into his shoulder as her folds made sure he was pointed right at the opening barrier between the tapered tip and the eggs waiting for seed inside.
He felt those clenching muscles pull and milk at him, but it was the words that finally made him relax enough. With a long exhale of held breath, the gold shuddered underneath the grey hen, adding his own seed to the stacked lottery of inbred egg making. Adram had quite the show from his vantage, seeing that vent pulse and swallow with each throb of the gold drake's donation until he was good and done, panting with the exertion.
Celest rose off of Ramah after a moment's rest for herself, feeling that warm seed pool inside her little by little. Even so, her eggs were still thirsty for more... She walked forward over the gold drake she had drained a bit of healthy seed from, letting him get a good look of that wet vent he just helped breed as she went to some of her pillows to lay down and rest a moment. Not a drop could be seen tainting the fluids that stuck to her scales under her tail...
"Now, you two rest for a moment. I have food and drink to last all three of us a moon's time, so settle in for the few days I requested of you." Celest purred a bit, gentler now that she had part of what she was wanting. A bit of adjustment with the pillows made sure that her haunches were elevated just a little to keep that seed nice and deep inside.
"Mother Celest, if I may... Did our line have some sort of succubus or incubus tainting it?" Adram asked with a joking smile to his question. It wasn't often he saw a hen take charge of their own breeding, if they wanted it at all.
"No, no and take it like the good breeder blooded Aspect you are. You had a nice combined load, Adrammalech." She replied with a huff, as if the combined answer and compliment was to help with the next opportunities that would arise. She looked down at Ramah for a moment, noting a groan from the gold drake. "And you might want to check Ramah's hips to make sure I didn't bruise them. You two caught me early in my heat and I can't have either of you passing out or dying on me..."
Yep, quick and dirty. Have fun with this bit of writing, I made it from prewriting to first draft in all of... 6 hours. Too bad I didn't make it by the midnight goal, but I hope you enjoy the straight up fetishy porn here. I didn't edit or proofread it, so I may end up doing that when I have time again and I have the motivation to make it better.
As always, vote and comment below if you wish to. I don't mind any critique on this one, since it can only help me with my speed writing. Questions are allowed too on any part of it, including how I prewrite.