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AN: Wow I suck at this regular updates thing. @_@ I apologize to anyone I told this story would be done "real soon now". But I did really love reading everyone's comments, and every time I got a new comment I opened up this story and made myself write another paragraph of it. I also edited the first two chapters to add the beautiful art White Fenrril did of the two characters, so check that out, or look at my user page to see the two new pics, and the old one by me if you didn't see it before. ^_^

I do plan to write about two more chapters of this story before calling it finished, but I have no idea when the next one will be done. I made sure not to end this one on a cliffhanger, at least. ^_^; And it is as long as the first two chapters put together. Still not an excuse though. So *prostrates self* Sorry I'm so slow!

Self-Impregnation: A Kinky Hermaphrodite Romance - Chapter Three

So Lisseth sat down on a broad limb of the tree to wait. But fortunately or unfortunately, when he was no longer in the immediate, powerful presence of Kattsin's heat scent he began to wonder what in the hell he was doing. Yesterday he had been fully intending to get himself pregnant â€" and the idea still had a powerful erotic appeal. But today, just because a strange dragon had appeared out of the blue who seemed willing to mate with him, Lisseth was going to let Kattsin be the father of his children? Assuming the huge red dragon was even interested in having sex with Lisseth...

Kattsin did seem to intend to spend the night at Lisseth's cave, astonishingly enough. That might be because he wanted dinner and a nest to sleep in, but no one could share a nest with another dragon in heat season and not end up having sex with them. Lisseth might not have had much (any) experience with sex, but he knew that much for certain. The only reason Kattsin might change his mind was if he asked the healer or his mate about the black and white dragon he had met, and they told him Lisseth was an outcast he should stay away from. But not only had Lisseth warned Kattsin not to mention him, Kattsin was trying to get the healer, probably with his mate accompanying him, to leave for Bluemountain as fast as their wings could carry them. So he probably wouldn't introduce any unnecessary tangents to the conversation.

Lisseth realized that, oddly enough, he wasn't afraid Kattsin would reject him. But then, why the fuck wasn't he happy? He did want to have sex with Kattsin, he was sure of that. It had irritated him for a long time to be a virgin. Having been the heat companion of such a handsome dragon would be a coup to be proud of. Half the dragons in the valley would actually be envious of him if they ever found out! Not that they would. They would never believe Lisseth if he told them. And Kattsin would doubtless be gone back to Bluemountain by the end of heat season, if he didn't leave even before that, as soon as he was recovered from his flight.

Lisseth was taken aback by his own reaction to that thought â€" yes disappointment, as he would have expected, but also a small wicked thrill at the thought that even if Kattsin fertilized one or two of his eggs, Lisseth might still have one left that he could fertilize himself. But how in the hell would Lisseth be able to hunt once he got even halfway big with three eggs? Or feed three hungry hatchlings? Bearing and raising one alone had been pleasant to imagine doing precisely because it wouldn't be that hard, but three? Would he end up regretting getting pregnant at all?

It did not occur to Lisseth that Kattsin might let Lisseth take the male role, or even that Kattsin might be willing to avoid getting the little bicolored dragon pregnant by sticking to oral sex or pulling out before he came. It was just a fact in Lisseth's mind â€" Kattsin was a much more dominant dragon, every dragon's goal during heat season was to knock other dragons up, bearing Kattsin's child was simply the price Lisseth would have to pay to finally lose his virginity and see what real sex was like. Not that it was such a bad price.

The idea of having a handsome copper-scaled baby who would grow up strong and able to defend himself did appeal to Lisseth. He could even imagine caressing his growing belly while remembering how good it had felt to have Kattsin plant his seed there. If only he had never thought of the idea of knocking himself up, he would have been ecstatic at the chance to have such a tall, well-muscled dragon give him a child. But now, he couldn't help it - the thought of giving up his kinky secret revenge on all the dragons who had ever disdained him really pissed Lisseth off.

Was Kattsin really any different that all those others? A little nicer, but would he have been so nice if he lived here, with his friends telling him Lisseth was a freak he should stay away from? Even if Kattsin did turn out to be really and truly a kind person, he would still be gone by the end of the week. And the idea of getting himself pregnant with an incestuous child was just so damn hot, the idea that he might have to sacrifice his opportunity to do it was painfully frustrating.

The breeze teased Lisseth's nipples, and he shifted his thighs restlessly, the heavy full feeling in his balls reminding him that he had actually started fucking himself, had taken the first few thrusts towards the goal of knocking himself up, before he had been interrupted by Kattsin's arrival. Just remembering what that had felt like stirred his heat-fever back to full flame. He was half tempted to pick right back up where he left off. The little black and white dragon could feel the eggseed ripe and ready in his womb, just waiting for a drop of fertilizing rain to start it growing into a real egg. Lisseth groaned with arousal and ran his hand caressingly over his flat empty belly, promising it that it would soon be full at last. But full of what? Badly wanting his cock in his cunt, Lisseth tried to content himself with the still-marvelous feeling of his fingertips dipping into his pussy. Full of Kattsin's children? Or his own? One of each? The particolored dragon whined a little in frustration.

He could fuck himself right now, right here in the tree, and then when Kattsin came back Lisseth would be free to relax and enjoy having sex with Kattsin, content in the knowledge that he was already pregnant with his own egg. Except, unfortunately, it wouldn't actually work that way. There was always a small chance that an eggseed wouldn't get fertilized the first time; If Lisseth fucked himself, then immediately had sex with Kattsin, he would never be completely sure that he was carrying his own incestuous child. That would be worse than either choice!

A more immediate problem, Lisseth had no idea when Kattsin would be back â€" what if the huge red dragon returned too soon, caught Lisseth with his cock in his own cunt, and decided this was horrifying? He could simply kill Lisseth, he could tell the other Whitevalley dragons what he had seen, or he could simply decide he didn't want to be anywhere near the disgusting little bicolored dragon, and certainly didn't want to mate with him. Unexpectedly, that thought sent a bolt of genuine sadness through him. In irritation, Lisseth quit masturbating and growled at himself to make up his damn mind.

The piebald dragon didn't have to wonder what motivated his illogical melancholy; he knew. It was the fact that he was fucking stupid enough to still imagine, way down deep, that someday some dragon might magically fall in love with him and he would have a real mate and family like in some fairytale. As a child, he hadn't yet realized such a thing was impossible for him. He had seen his parents cuddling and grooming each other. When Lisseth had played pretend that he was a grownup he had imagined someone who would praise his hunting, share jokes with him, cuddle up with him under a warm fur with on a cold winter night, take turns sitting on their egg...

Lisseth usually did not indulge in such foolishness anymore. But the fact that Kattsin had just been so damn nice, that was what had caught Lisseth off guard. It was almost as if the huge red dragon just didn't see Lisseth's patchwork feathers... The noise of wingbeats interrupted that thought, and Lisseth looked up nervously.

Fortunately it was Kattsin returning, not some random threat. Even better, Kattsin was smiling. The rush of pleasure that observation gave Lisseth made the little black and white dragon notice that of course Kattsin's heat scent had returned with him, and Lisseth had immediately fallen under its sway again. The piebald dragon thought perhaps he ought to be annoyed at this; but really, it was a relief to have his indecision temporarily overruled. And Kattsin's rich musk was a pure pleasure to smell. Being mad at that would be as nonsensical as being mad at food for tasting good. Which reminded Lisseth that if Kattsin's task was completed it was now his job to provide supper for the copper-scaled dragon, who looked even more ready to fall out of the sky with exhaustion than before.

Lisseth jumped into the air, not wanting to make Kattsin hover there waiting for him. "Is the healer going to travel to Bluemountain?"

Kattsin sighed with relief. "Yes. He was grumpy, but willing to go because it is his calling as a healer. Then his mate got all pissy and started to tell the healer that if he left he might find his mate with a bellyfull of someone else's eggs when he got back. But then I suggested they both go, and mentioned the gemstones and that the dragons of Bluemountain would be more than happy to provide for them so they could make a vacation out of it, and that got them both motivated to start packing for their journey. So, thanks for the tip! I'm kind of afraid that with the two of them together they won't travel very fast; but there's nothing else I can do about it, there's no way I could fly much farther tonight, and they're going as a favor, trying to make them hurry might just insult them into refusing to go at all."

This spurred Lisseth to finally ask the question which had been plaguing him. "When do you plan to fly back? Or perhaps you hadn't decided yet?"

The challenging tone of the little bicolored dragon's question made Kattsin cast him a puzzled look, but he answered gamely, "Yeah, I haven't decided yet. I mean, heat season only comes once a year, it would be a pity to waste even more of it flying around. And when I fly back I'd like to do it at a slower pace!" Kattsin grimaced. "Getting here in a day about killed me, I'll be so glad to land for the night..."

This was almost enough to distract Lisseth from his own dilemma. "You... flew that far in a single day? I didn't think that was even possible."

Kattsin chuckled. "Well, apparently it is, although I didn't think so myself before today. I wasn't planning on doing much flying at all today; I went out at dawn and killed the biggest elk I could carry back. I was just planning to laze around all week and a roast that big would feed me and any guests who happened to wander by for the whole week. But just as the damn thing was almost cooked enough to start nibbling on the thinner pieces, the flock elder sent a messenger ordering me to fly here as fast as I possibly could and send the healer back if he would go."

"I'm really glad the healer went â€" otherwise I would have felt too guilty to enjoy the rest of my heat week. Although," Kattsin laughed, "as it is I might be too sore to do any serious partying. Anyway, Elder Cotta chose me because I have the biggest wingspan, and he knew that for flying a long distance I would be the fastest, even though I'm not particularly agile or fast in a short race. I guess that's why he's the elder. Because he knew what to do in an emergency, Salif has a chance at getting his wing reconstructed and being able to fly again, rather than being crippled. Salif isn't a close friend of mine but, I really hope he gets healed. Can you imagine how awful it would be to have a broken wing?"

Not really used to having empathy for anyone, Lisseth took a moment to mull over this idea. "I could survive without being able to fly â€" I'd be able to keep myself fed on fish, fruit, and whatever small game I could catch with snares or nets. But it would be a lot harder, especially in winter."

Kattsin shuddered, causing him to wobble a bit in the air before his tired wings regained a steady beat. "Yeah you could survive but, I would hate it if everyone pitied me. And what would you have to offer a mate, if you couldn't hunt well enough to feed not just yourself but children too, or your mate if they were sick or injured? And if the broken wing looked ugly... well, I was just imagining that if it seemed like I would never have a permanent mate, I'm not sure I'd have much desire to survive."

Lisseth snorted. "Probably would make no difference in the way anyone looked at me; being pitied as a cripple might actually be a slight improvement on being looked at like some sort of monster. Not that anyone would pity me, broken wing or not. I'm not even sure the healer would heal me if something like that happened to me."

Kattsin regarded Lisseth with startlement. "What, is your disagreement with the healer so bad that he would refuse to heal you? But, wouldn't your Elder order him to? And be angry that he even had to order it? A flock healer only gets all the privileges he gets, like being brought fresh fruit and game, because he spends his energy healing all the dragons of the flock rather than hunting. He would lose his position if he refused to heal someone!"

Lisseth scoffed. "Not if that someone was me. And the Elder wouldn't order him to either. They'd both be happier if I would just disappear."

Kattsin regarded Lisseth with astonished pity. "B-but why? What could you possibly have done that your Elder would rather lose a member of his flock than protect you?"

Lisseth's laugh was pure bitterness. "Done anything? I never had to do anything. Since you arrived I have been wondering why you were talking to me like I was a real person, surely you can see them the same as everyone else..."

Kattsin's brow furrowed in confusion. "Them?"

"These goddamn patches!" the little black and white dragon angrily smacked a large black area on his left forearm.

Kattsin frowned. "Although it's true I've never seen a patchwork dragon before, it's a pretty common coloration for goats, right? Rabbits too. So why not dragons?"

Lisseth just stared at Kattsin, non-plussed, for a moment. Then the bicolor dragon found himself inexplicably fighting a blush. Fortunately at that point they arrived back at the firepit outside Lisseth's cave. Kattsin sank down onto the soft grass with a relieved groan. Lisseth felt unaccustomed sympathy for the red dragon's obvious exhaustion. And more importantly, the smaller dragon was relieved to have an excuse to escape the awkward discussion. Lisseth directed gruffly, "You rest here, I'll bring some fish."

"Thank you." again, the huge copper dragon's expression was sincere, his gratitude apparently heartfelt. "I really appreciate you feeding me, if I were by myself I don't think I'd have the energy even to look for fruit, much less hunt up a real meal. At it is, I feel like a moocher sitting here while you work, but my wing muscles are screaming at me, and like I said I'll be happy to make it up to you tomorrow."

Lisseth's blush returned. Having no idea how to deal with gratitude, he tried to hide his embarrassment behind gruffness. "It's no burden. Weren't you just saying a dragon who couldn't keep himself fed and a child or m-mate besides would have nothing to offer anyone?" The little patchwork dragon gave his big copper companion a sardonic look.

"I may be small, and not able to go after the larger types of game, but I've never had any difficulty keeping myself fed. So don't insult my hospitality, just sit there and rest your wings! If you really must have something to do you can keep an eye on the fish while they are cooking." Now even more out of sorts (because really, what had he been thinking to lash out at the only person who had ever been halfway kind to him and might even be willing to relieve him of his pathetic virginity?) Lisseth escaped in the direction of his fish weir.

The short walk to the stream gave the little black and white dragon's thoughts time to recover some of their normal composure. With the ease of long habit Lisseth pulled six large fish out of the little fenced-off corner of the stream he kept them in. A flick of his claws gutted them, and the innards were tossed back to feed the remaining fish. But all too soon he had to gather his courage to take his catch back to the fire, and the huge flame-colored dragon resting by it.

Lisseth awkwardly delivered the fish to Kattsin to cook, pointing out the pile of peeled sticks he usually used to roast meat. The bigger dragon gave him a smile and said the fish looked delicious, so apparently he hadn't been too put off by the smaller dragon's glare. Lisseth tentatively returned the smile. Then, feeling another blush threatening, he hurriedly excused himself, saying that he wanted to bathe to get the fishy smell off his hands, and inviting the copper dragon to go ahead and eat whenever the food was ready.

* * *

Despite being starving, and the fact that Lisseth had given him permission to do so, Kattsin didn't want to just start eating without the smaller dragon. So he repositioned the fish a bit farther from the flames, where they would stay hot but not get overcooked, and stood up to see if Lisseth was done bathing. The big dragon's muscles had stiffened a bit while he was sitting by the fire, and he couldn't quite stand upright until he took a minute to gently stretch them out. Kattsin still couldn't spot his pretty little host - there was a stand of trees between him and the brook he had noticed on his earlier flight.

Strolling through the trees, the big red dragon was reassured to hear the burbling of a stream. As he drew closer, he half-heard a second noise, but could not immediately identify it. Kattsin headed toward the sound's source to investigate. There it came again â€" and a smile curved Kattsin's lips as he recognized a distinctively arousal-filled moan. So that was why Lisseth was taking so long, he had been too horny to ignore his heat hormones any longer and decided to 'take matters in hand'. Kattsin remembered that the first thing he had wanted to do when he spotted Lisseth from the air was watch the show he was putting on. Well, the big red dragon had mistaken Lisseth for a pair of dragons at first, but whatever. The big red dragon grinned and crept toward where the noise had come from, eager to make up for his earlier missed opportunity.

A hissed "Oh yes..." signaled Kattsin that he had found his target; in sympathetic excitement Kattsin's hand dropped to own rising shaft and massaged it a bit. Peeking carefully around one of the boulders littering the stream's floodplain, the big copper-scaled dragon spied the flash of black and white he had been seeking. For a moment Kattsin's eyes made the same silly mistake they had when he'd first seen Lisseth â€" Kattsin had the impression of seeing a white dragon mating with a black one. But the huge red dragon knew that wasn't right, so he blinked and tried again.

There was Lisseth's face â€" and damn that was a sexy expression: head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted. Kattsin visually followed the trail down Lisseth's elegant throat, gently vibrating with his quick breaths, then over the little dragon's slender fingers, which were lightly rubbing and pinching his pink nipples. Kattsin's tongue involuntarily darted out and moistened his lips as he imagined that soon he might be tasting where Lisseth was currently touching.

Something did seem a bit odd about Lisseth having both hands playing with his little breasts, but Kattsin was too aroused to bother wondering why. Instead he admired the splay of Lisseth's wings against the ground, the impassioned arch of his spine, his narrow waist and taut flat stomach... then Kattsin paused, eyes widening as he realized what he was actually seeing. That was Lisseth's glistening pink cock frantically plunging in and out of Lisseth's own pussy lips.

The big copper dragon's mind went momentarily blank with astonishment, but at the same time his cock surged in his hand as the mere idea of the forbidden thing Lisseth was doing sent a bolt of arousal to Kattsin's groin. The red dragon swallowed, and let what he was seeing wash over him. The little piebald dragon was fucking himself. Kattsin had heard of that, but only in terms of how dangerous it was â€" that it seemed like a safe enough hobby until heat season came around and you couldn't stop yourself until it was too late and you had shot a load of your own eager seed into your fertile womb. No one had ever mentioned how stunningly beautiful it was to watch.

Kattsin felt vaguely guilty that perhaps he ought to be reminding Lisseth that it was heat season, but the copper-scaled dragon wanted to keep watching too badly to risk interrupting the show. Wanted to see Lisseth's muscles tense as he climaxed, and the little traces of cum clinging to his prick when he withdrew it, hinting at the much larger load that had been shot deep inside... Kattsin fisted his own cock faster to match the increasing pace of Lisseth's bucking hips, and had to bite the knuckle of his other hand to keep his moans from escaping.

Besides, he rationalized, maybe Lisseth knew perfectly well the risk of doing that on this particular day... That thought triggered the hot mental image of Lisseth, his slender little body interrupted by a belly swollen with an egg ready to be laid, and the unbearably erotic knowledge that he, Kattsin, was the only one who knew the dirty little secret of its true parentage... Caught up in the exotic sight before him, the fantasies his mind was embroidering around it, and the marvelous sensations in his groin, Kattsin's awkward position crouching behind the boulder betrayed him; his foot slipped in the loose scree of gravel around the stream.

At the loud rattle Lisseth gasped and his eyes flew open, then a second later he was on his feet and backing away, looking terrified. "Lisseth, wait, I'm really sorry I scared you!" Kattsin tried to reassure the smaller dragon, but didn't really know why there was such a look of blank fear on Lisseth's face, or how to fix it. Kattsin took a tentative step toward Lisseth but even that was too much. Spooked, the little bicolored dragon scrabbled back another few steps; but unfortunately there weren't a few more steps' worth of shore. Lisseth lost his footing on the wet mossy rocks edging the stream and fell backwards into the water. The feathers on his wingtips immediately got soaked and heavy, the current on them trying to pull Lisseth even further into the stream.

Kattsin cursed and dashed forward, fearing Lisseth might have been hurt landing on those rocks or the current might pull him under. Kattsin managed to grasp Lisseth by the armpits; Lisseth, in his panicked instinct to cling to the first available support, sunk his claws into Kattsin's biceps. The copper dragon winced but ignored the pain and pulled the smaller dragon up against his chest in a reassuring embrace. "There now, you're safe, everything will be alright." he murmured soothingly. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Kattsin waited for a moment but didn't get a response. "Let's get away from this water, shall we? You can sit by the fire and dry your feathers."

When they arrived back at the firepit, Lisseth was still limp and looking at nothing but the ground, but the bitter irony of the situation welled up in his throat until, in a creaky whisper, the word "Why?" escaped his lips. Kattsin paused in his attempts to settle Lisseth comfortably by the fire, and when Lisseth dared to glance obliquely at the larger dragon's face, he saw total confusion written there. "Why bother getting me warm and dry when I'm just going to die?"

Kattsin's mouth dropped open in shock. "W-what? You're not going to die just from getting a little wet... are you?"

Lisseth's lips twisted with frustration, and he spelled his doom out so clearly even a child (or his stupid older brother) could understand it. "I don't know why you're not eviscerating me now that you've seen... that I'm as dirty as everyone thinks I am. But it doesn't matter if you don't do it yourself â€" if you tell anyone in the whole flock what I did they'll be more than eager to have an excuse to finally rub out the stain of my presence." Lisseth made a fist in helpless frustration.

"And what good would it do to flee? They could track me by my scent. I bet they'd even make a party out of hunting down the freak! Even if I somehow managed to escape them, some beast would eat me the first time I dared to sleep." Furious that he had so easily lost the life he had built on the edges of his flock's tolerance, Lisseth did something he would not otherwise have even imagined doing: he glared at Kattsin, practically daring the much larger dragon to snap his neck now, which would at least spare him the humiliation and terror of being hunted down and beaten to death by his long-time enemies.

Kattsin's mouth opened and closed a few times before he managed to exclaim, in a voice squeaky with shock and indignation, "Of course I'm not going to tell anyone! I know I shouldn't have watched without your permission, but ohmigods that was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

Lisseth stared at the huge copper dragon in disbelief, then turned away with a pained look. "You're only saying that because you're in heat. As soon as heat week ended you'd be disgusted."

"It's not because it's heat-week! I told you I'm nose-blind, I can't smell your heat scent, or anyone else's for that matter. I mean yeah, I can feel the urge of the ripening egg-seeds inside of me, but... arrgh." Kattsin tugged on his own crest feathers in frustration. "Look, would you be able to relax if I took a mage-oath on it?" Lisseth's mouth dropped open a bit, and a spark of hope came back to his eyes for the first time since the larger dragon had startled him at the stream.

"A mage-oath â€" you'll really do that?"

Kattsin hated to do anything that might jeopardize Lisseth's reviving hopefulness, but the big copper dragon felt duty-bound to caution the smaller particolored one, "I'd have to name some sort of price though, you know the oath won't bind unless both parties owe something..."

"Anything!" Lisseth pleaded. Kattsin felt like smacking himself in the forehead, because Lisseth was so damn cute when he begged like that, but clearly not being cautious at all â€" and Kattsin knew exactly what he wanted, but the price that might put the smaller dragon into shock all over again...

Kattsin opened his mouth, wavered, rationalized that really if he asked for what he himself wanted, it would benefit Lisseth too, actually might be the only thing that might result in Lisseth trusting him afterwards... and gods, he would just die if he could never again see something as hot as Lisseth had been when he was fucking himself beside the stream... if he hated the idea, all Lisseth would have to do is not accept the vow...

Taking a deep breath, Kattsin called on what little spark of magic he had; a vow was one of the few most basic spells that every dragon could do. The big red dragon looked into Lisseth's eyes and pronounced formally, "I, Kattsin, do make oath to Lisseth, that I will never speak to another dragon of anything that I have seen or will see today without Lisseth's permission; in exchange for which he, Lisseth, must allow me, Kattsin, to watch him complete the act that was interrupted earlier, impregnating himself." The frisson of magic hung in the air like a stormcloud on the edge of snapping out a bolt of lighting, waiting for Lisseth, whose eyes has gone wide with shock when the price was named, to accept or deny the oath.

"You... you want..." the magic wavered, threatening to disperse, and Lisseth's mouth snapped shut to preserve it. Kattsin tried to look Lisseth deeply in the eyes and let his good intentions show in his gaze. The big copper dragon nodded solemnly. Lisseth swallowed, still looking shocked. Kattsin, moving very slowly so as not to startle the smaller dragon, reached out and caressed a black and white patched cheek. The larger dragon also offered the smaller a flirtatious smile. Lisseth's eyes grew wider, if that was even possible; but Kattsin was cheered to see that this time a faint blush was visible on the lighter areas of the little dragon's face. Even better, Lisseth's tongue slipped out to nervously slide over his lip.

"I, L-lisseth, do make oath to Kattsin, that I-" Lisseth's voice cracked, but the magic only grew stronger, because it only cared about intent, not eloquence. Kattsin found himself leaning forward eagerly to hear the rest. A grin tugged at the side of his mouth and his heart surged with hope that Lisseth was really going to accept his terms. "...that I... will allow K-kattsin to, to watch..." Lisseth closed his eyes and gulped a nervous breath. "...to watch me impregnate myself." the little dragon whispered, almost religiously.

Lisseth's bicolored eyes fluttered open again, and he finished, "And he, Kattsin, will not betray my secret to anyone!" The oath spell snapped into effect with a sensation rather like swallowing a mouthful of strong wine, but felt as a wave through one's entire body. Spurred by the intoxicating sensation, Kattsin did what he had been longing to do since he first met the exotic little patchwork dragon â€" he leaned forward and seized the smaller dragon's mouth with an exultant kiss.

* * *

Lisseth forgot to breathe when the huge copper dragon kissed him. His almost-forgotten heat fever roared up inside him like a banked fire suddenly stirred to flame. Kattsin wasn't letting go of the monochrome dragon's lips; instead his tongue plunged hungrily into the patchwork dragon's mouth at the same time the huge red dragon was crawling forward, pressing his mouth-watering muscles against Lisseth's narrow chest.

Dazedly, the little dragon thought his overheated skin must be scorching to the larger dragon's touch. Or maybe Kattsin had those gleaming red scales because he was made of flame. Surely that was it; such a magnificent creature must be immune to being burned, able to bathe in flame like a phoenix. Why else would he be so eagerly rubbing up against Lisseth, fanning Lisseth's flame higher and higher with his intoxicating mouth and fingers?

Finally the big red dragon had to relinquish Lisseth's mouth to rest for a moment, panting against the patchwork dragon's neck. Lisseth's eyes fluttered open, and he realized he hadn't even noticed when they had slid closed, nor had he noticed the stuttering moan escaping his lips until his ears resolved it to: "K-kattsin...!"

Kattsin decided he really liked the sound of his name from those delicate black and white lips. "Oh gods let me see you do it, let me see you slide that pretty cock into your hot little pussy. Let me see you fuck yourself full of your own baby..." the red dragon cajoled.

A furious blush burst across Lisseth's cheeks. "I can't believe you're actually encouraging me to do this... Do you... do you really, honestly think it's hot? Not disgusting, unnatural...?"

Kattsin lifted Lisseth's chin so the smaller dragon would meet his gaze. The big dragon's eyes were liquid with arousal, his voice a husky purr. "I think you fucking yourself, impregnating yourself, is absolutely the hottest fucking thing I have ever heard of, or even imagined." Kattsin spoke into the side of Lisseth's neck as he nibbled kisses down a white patch of throat. I was going crazy watching you before, by the stream. I wasn't sure I was even going to be able to keep from coming long enough to finish when you did."

Kattsin cupped the smaller dragon's eager shaft and Lisseth gasped at the first touch of another's hand on the intimate areas of his body. "Please beautiful, let me see you slide this pretty little cock," the big red dragon slid his hand upward, gently spreading Lisseth's moist cunt open, teasing it to inflame its hunger to be filled, "into your hot, tight little pussy." Lisseth clung to Kattsin's broad chest and whimpered helplessly at the sensation.

The huge red dragon gently laid his petite companion back on the soft grass. Kattsin's hands didn't want to let go of the particolored dragon's wriggling, responsive body. He only induced them to cooperate by remembering how stunning it had been to see Lisseth making love to himself earlier, and how badly Kattsin ached to see that again. The bigger dragon waited for Lisseth to open his eyes again, then locked gazes with him and urged, "Go ahead, baby. Put it in. Show me how you do it."

The little patchwork dragon's hand had already crept to his aching shaft, to replace the stimulation Kattsin had just so cruelly deprived it of. But Lisseth's own hand just did not feel anywhere near as good as the red dragon's huge, hot palm and exploring fingers had felt. The particolor dragon's prick urged him to stuff it into the hot wet slit that it knew was soo close by, and would feel so good even Kattsin's hand could not compete with it. The little dragon had to tear his gaze away from Kattsin's because it was just too mortifying to watch the big copper dragon watching him debauch himself. But Lisseth bit his lip and did it; he arched his back and pushed down on the head of his cock just enough to make it pop into his welcoming channel.

Lisseth cried out in pleasure; as it had before, the sheer intensity of the sensation almost overwhelmed the little dragon. The hot weight of Kattsin's gaze only added to Lisseth's impression of being surrounded and enveloped in eroticism. It was physically impossible for the bicolored dragon to hold still, and the first tiny, tentative thrust of his hips sent more sparks exploding across his vision. Lisseth's body settled into a slow, gentle rhythm. At last, little patchwork dragon got used to the feeling enough that he could force his eyes halfway open and once more meet Kattsin's fascinated stare.

The big red dragon jerked frantically on his own cock while he gazed ravenously at the gorgeous sight of Lisseth's arched back and thrusting hips. And then there was the most important sight of all, that swollen prick diving into the little patchwork dragon's hungry pussy. Kattsin whimpered and licked his lips, fighting the almost compulsive urge to taste the juices that gleamed every time they briefly caught the light before being concealed once more in Lisseth's hot depths. This was Lisseth's moment, and Kattsin would not interfere in the smaller dragon's taking what might be the most important action of his life. "Tell me what it feels like." the big dragon breathed.

"What it feels like?"asked Lisseth distractedly.

"Yeah," the big copper dragon's voice was husky with desire. "How does it feel to have your cock sliding in and out of your own pussy? Feeling every sensation from both sides at once... It looks beautiful. Please tell me what it's like?"

"Oh gods it feels amazing." The little dragon blushed in embarrassment, but it didn't stop his hips from bucking, obeying their instinctive urge to thrust his cock in, and again, and a little deeper... "I know I shouldn't be doing this, I know it's dirty, but it feels so good... "

Kattsin wanted to disagree, reassure the smaller dragon that he didn't think there was anything wrong with what Lisseth was doing. Just because a bunch of nosy old birds had labeled it a shocking taboo, that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. Wasn't there a story that the first dragon, the father of all dragons, had spawned his first generation of offspring in just this way? It was holy when a god did it at the dawn of time, yet somehow it had become unspeakably horrible, the most scandalous action possible. Lisseth's slender arching body didn't look horrifying â€" it looked divine. But the big copper dragon didn't want to ruin the moment by arguing. And then he realized he didn't need to.

Lisseth wasn't suffering because he thought he was doing something bad. No, he was enjoying what he was doing even more because it was forbidden. Again, Kattsin was deeply impressed with the little dragon's sheer bravery. It made the bigger dragon's heart flutter with admiration and a grin tug at the corner of his mouth to see the delicate little piebald dragon thumb his nose at society's greatest taboo with such obvious wicked delight. The big copper dragon knew that he himself would never be brave enough to deliberately impregnate himself with his own child, even though the idea struck him as arousing beyond words.

The idea did make Kattsin consider the appeal of possibly getting pregnant though, something he had never before really considered. Just this morning he had been thinking that he wasn't getting any younger, wondering sadly if he would ever start a family. Lisseth had both bravery and beauty; cleverness too, to build himself a weir so he could have fresh fish any time he wanted, and Lisseth had also provided the key to convincing the healer's mate not to cause trouble. The red dragon had never found himself more impressed by one of his lovers than by the delicate little dragon Kattsin was currently watching do the most erotic thing he had ever imagined. If the big copper dragon was ever going to choose a stud to put a child in his belly, Lisseth would unquestionably be it.

Although he longed to taste Lisseth's patches, see what that sweet little pussy felt like clenched around his own thick cock, or maybe, possibly, even let Lisseth plant an adorable patchwork baby in his belly, the big red dragon would not do anything to detract from Lisseth's solo act of courage. For the moment, he would keep his hands to himself despite all temptation to the contrary. For the rest of the day he would not risk bringing the parentage of Lisseth's first child into doubt. But Lisseth would surely fuck himself at least one more time this evening, to make absolutely sure that his eggseed got fertilized. Not to mention to relieve the heat lust which would have built up again by then.

The copper dragon vowed to himself, next time he was at least going to drink his fill of the little patchwork dragon's sweet juices, and do all he could to make Lisseth's pleasure even more overwhelming by the addition of a helpful tongue and fingers. And Kattsin would do anything in his power to insure that there would be a next time.

Once Lisseth's hands weren't needed at his groin, they had automatically drifted up to fondle his pink nipples. The sight made the big copper dragon's mouth water. Kattsin growled, "Fuck your little tits are so pretty. Tomorrow I'm going to suck on them until you beg me to let you come."

The particolored dragon had always thought his chest was rather scrawny, as so wasn't quite sure what he thought about it being described as pretty. He much preferred the big red dragon's well-rounded pecs. But his heart raced at the thought of what Kattsin seemed to be promising to do with him. "Tomorrow...?" he asked hesitantly.

"Today is for you. You fuck yourself thoroughly, make sure you knock yourself up, and I will enjoy watching. I want you to be absolutely sure you are the sire of your child. But tomorrow..." Kattsin flashed a predatory grin, "Tomorrow I am going to taste every inch of you until you scream my name, and the whole time I will be thinking how utterly sexy it is to know the dirty little secret that there is already a self-sired egg growing in your belly. Now, play with those sweet little nipples for me, beautiful. Make yourself sing."

Lisseth couldn't help but moan at the promising mental image and follow Kattsin's directions, pinching and rolling his nipples between his fingertips which his hips bucked harder and faster, and little whimpers began to escape his lips. "G-gods... if I don't stop now I'll really do it, I really will get myself pregnant..."

"And you won't stop," Kattsin murmured, his tone almost hypnotic. "Not because of the mage vow you made, but because it feels too damn good â€" you'll shove your cock as deep as it can go in your own pussy, then do it again, and again, and each time it will feel better, until you just can't hold back any more and your seed rushes out of your balls, up your shaft, and jets right into your womb." The red dragon had to pause momentarily to let out a moan of his own at the inflaming thought. "And then you're going to love watching your belly get nice and fat, knowing it's you're own incestuous egg in there. Aren't you?" The muscular copper dragon's voice made it a statement of fact, not a question.

"Yes!" whimpered Lisseth.

"Yeah." purred Kattsin. "Because that's exactly what you want isn't it, you long to feel your belly swollen full with your hot dirty secret, your self-sired egg. Isn't that right?" The pounding he was giving his own cock no longer enough, the big copper dragon shifted onto his knees and jammed three of his thick fingers into his own pussy, scissoring and twirling them, the feeling so good he could barely keep his eyes open and trained on Lisseth as the little dragon approached his crescendo.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes," Lisseth chanted, his motions increasing to a frenzy, "so close, feels so good, gonna knock myself up..."

Lisseth's cries reached a new peak and Kattsin drew in a sharp breath. With wide eyes the huge red dragon noticed the telltale little shivers in the bicolored dragon's thigh muscles, the increasing unevenness of his strokes. Was Lisseth really going to...?

"Do it Lisseth!" the big copper dragon urged, panting with nearness to his own climax. "Show them all you don't give a fuck what they think!" Kattsin's hand flew along his aching cock with the rhythm of Lisseth's cries. The first sign that the particolor dragon was hitting his peak was his strokes getting violent and irregular; then the little dragon suddenly keened and snapped his knees all the way up to his chest to jam his prick as far in as in would go. Kattsin watched in awe as Lisseth's balls pulled up tight to his body and finally released their load. Kattsin read the rest of the process in Lisseth's quivering muscles: how the surge of hot come coursed up through his throbbing shaft and pulsed out into his clenching tunnel, to be sucked by the contractions right into his womb to his eagerly waiting eggseed.

The little patchwork dragon collapsed into boneless satiety. "Oh father of all dragons," he panted, eyes still closed in bliss. "I did it. I really did it." One tiny trickle of pearly white escaped from the corner of the well-fucked pussy still packed full of cock. The sight suddenly brought home to Kattsin the fact that all the rest of Lisseth's load was now filling his own cunt, the tiny sperms right this moment fertilizing the beautiful little dragon's own eggseed. Kattsin made a strangled noise and came so hard his vision went as white as the cum he sprayed all over the grass in front of his knees.

When the big copper dragon's sight focused again, he found Lisseth watching him â€" perhaps still uncertain if he would be disgusted now that the act was over. Kattsin gave the little piebald dragon a sated smile and commented softly, "You really did it â€" you're pregnant now. I'm so proud of you." Lisseth blushed, surprised at the praise, and still not really sure why the huge copper dragon thought it was something to be proud of.

Kattsin couldn't resist the smaller dragon's adorable expression; he leaned down and kissed Lisseth, gently but very thoroughly. When he finally had to pause for breath, the big copper dragon started to say something else, but was interrupted by a loud growl... from the vicinity of his stomach. "Oh!" the red dragon exclaimed, remembering suddenly, "The fish!" Lisseth looked at the bigger dragon in astonishment. Then the corner of his mouth twitched. A snicker emerged, then suddenly the little bicolored dragon was convulsing with giggles. Kattsin grinned wryly at himself and enjoyed the sound of his new maybe-lover's laughter.

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