II

Hal snorted, his nostrils kicking up a cloud of dust in the cave that rose and fell on the ground a few feet away from his snout, landing on a scaled and green rump without alerting its owner or the other two next to him. The mass of limbs and scales was truly something to behold, legs crossed over heads and necks draped over asses or bellies, all topped by a pole that throbbed with slow beats at the very centre of it all.

Hela purred happily, basking in the hear provided by the mammoth of flesh, nostrils flaring wide with every breath she made and taking in scents that belonged to her lover and master, her sister and even Drak. The two smaller dragons were curled around her and him, each in a different position and each sleeping heavily on the floor, taking in the heat of the bronze giant in their own way. Hela thanked the gods for having allowed her to wake up soon and just in the right position to start the day in the best way imaginable: due to a night of restless sleep, her body had somehow shifted and she found her head resting on top of two boulders that sloshed every time she moved, the tip of her snout buried between the soft and firm skin and the burning hot flesh of the cock she had learned to worship with her whole being.

The scent of sweat, residue pre and seed had thickened during the night and was now thick enough for her to taste it with her nose, but that wasn't enough for her, not anymore. Her tongue darted out and licked the skin, wiping off the beads of sweat and saltiness, the taste echoing in her mouth with an intensity that even the most juicy of meats couldn't give her and she wanted more. On a normal day she'd have to fight for the right to clean him up but today was special and she wasn't going to waste the chance, immediately returning to work. Her mouth drooled over the sack and her tongue lashed out, reaching every crevice and fold of skin that she could reach without having to move and risking to wake up the others. A rare moment was to be treasured after all.

Hela buried her muzzle right at the base of the cock, letting the two orbs push against her and smother her under their weight, trapping both her snout and his scent together. Her climax approached with unusual speed, be it the occasion or the thicker scent and in minutes she felt her vent twitch and quiver, releasing her arousal over someone's head or snout or whatever part was directly behind her, she didn't care in the least.

Hal grumbled again and moved ever so slightly, mouth hanging open and tongue out, snoring and kicking in his sleep. The black dragoness' heart skipped a beat when the other two mumbled something. She stared in silence and eventually sighed in happiness when they finally seemed to return to a state of slumber and quiet, granting her a few more minutes of alone time with those full orbs and maybe another orgasm or two. The universe however, had other plans for her and the three in the cave as a flood of small critters barged in, screaming and chattering with the same loudness that hatchlings have when they are hungry or want to play. Hela rolled her eyes in her mind and resumed to sniff her mate, snout pressed against his tailhole this time only to have the prize shrink away when Hal finally woke up.

The bronze one yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes, drawing in the musky air and noticing that someone had a little bit of fun while he was asleep. Hela blushed and he gave her a quick kiss, seconds before the combined mass of twelve hatchlings slammed into his and his mates' bodies with little regard to privacy or sleep. Half a dozen mouths assaulted his poor ears with 'good morning's and 'I am hungry'. She huffed and puffed, but the disappointment and frustration for not having managed to enjoy more of her lover's scent was tramped by the feeling of her children scuttling under her belly to get the first taste of her milk. She craned her neck to look between her legs and saw that four of them were all tangled up together around her breasts, tails wagging and drinking with wild abandon her sweet milk. She was a dragon and yet she had breasts like some common mammal, four of them, round and heavy with fluids all day long, so much that sometimes as she moved, the four palm wide nubs leaked spurt after spurt, the sensitive flesh giving her a feeling that she never quite seemed to get tired of. The four orbs were covered in the same black scales as the rest of her, though the colour faded to an ashen grey where the nipples were located and each one was... a little disproportionate to her form and made her look like one of those cattle animals that humans raised. On the day she found out they were growing under her she had been very much pissed but as time passed and her mate told her that he loved to drink from her and on the day her children hatched and began draining her for hours on end, she had grown to love those out of place orbs. Of her twelve hatchlings, only four could nurse from her but the amount she produced and the time on her paws made for a good combination.

"Dad! Dad! Look!" A dark green one, barely six feet high and still two times bigger than any youngling of the dragon species of his age, jumped on a red back and spread open his wings with a beaming smile plastered on his face. "I can fly!" The sentence was promptly followed by a demonstration but the clear attempt at impressing his dad fell short when three more small dragons rushed next to him and did the exact same thing, sending the poor male on the floor. "Hey! I was doing it first!" Three red tongues stuck out from two black muzzles and a red one as the intruders successfully performed the jump and landed ten feet away, gliding less than smoothly on the rock.

"Go on Jul, do it." Hela gave her son a half-hearted nudge under his tail and pushed him back on Drak, but the little one jus curled up and sulked in place.

Hal chuckled and gave him a kiss on the forehead, easily slathering the whole head in wet saliva. Jul laughed and immediately tried as well, managing fifteen feet and a clumsy beat of his wings as well, surpassing his siblings by a long shot. Nala shot her sister a glance as if to say that her own spawn would surely be better than this, one day, when they'd hatch. Hela replied in kind, snarling. Much to the green dragoness' desires, she had yet to lay her clutch for Hal, unlike Hela who had given him twelve little ones already. It was a weird thing as Nala wasn't without eggs, on the contrary: her belly was permanently stretched by what she felt like was two dozen eggs, each one as big as a human and all of them jostling around her egg chamber every single day. Her gut was so heavy she felt it drag on the floor and scrape dust and stones off, making her pant and wobble with satisfaction, knowing that on the day she'd be ready, her clutch would enter the legends of her kind. Hela never liked her sister's cocky attitude when they talked about siring even more children for their mate, as one was already far ahead in the competition. Who that dragoness was, was still up to debate. Nala claimed the title for herself, since she had twice as many as Hela, but the black dragoness said she was the one, as they were already hatched and growing far faster than normal. The green one would retaliate by insulting the black one's teats and their size and unnatural position on her body, to which Hela would reply by teasing her sister and watching as the massive female tried to chase her with tons and tons worth of eggs in her. Every time Hal would have to intervene and give each one a piece of his mind and a good hour long fuck after that. He'd climb on top of Hela first and shove every single foot of cock in her, making her squeal like a newly mated dragoness at her first heat, ploughing her depths with exceeding ease, filling her up again and again with thousands of gallons of seed straight into her egg chamber until she was only a heap of stained scales and dripping holes. Sometimes Nala would be the first one and Hal always relished the feeling of his eggs moving around his cock as he was inside her. The hard shapes of the eggs provided extra stimulation and a different experience from her sister, but equally pleasurable. Every time he'd douse the eggs with more and more spunk, further stretching the green dragoness to limits that were impossible for any normal creature, turning her into a balloon inside of which swam two dozen eggs, whiter than before. Sometimes Nala wanted to lay them one by one, coming over and over around those big shapes and then she'd get fucked like the first time again, empty and ready to be filled with two dozen more for the second time, and the third and fourth. She'd watch her endless spawn run around and live happily. Hela tended to reply by saying that she'd have to feed them all as she was the one with milk but two small rows of pink nubs that had begun to appear on the green dragoness' belly scales made her flinch.

"Oh, no bickering so early in the morning..." Hal rose on his feet, waking up Drak once and for all after he had unsurprisingly fallen asleep again, despite the small army of dragons scurrying around and jumping on him. "So, who wants to drink?" Ten mouths, no, twelve, opened and an equal number of dragons rushed in front of the massive behemoth of flesh, waiting. "Eager as always." Hela's hatchlings loved her milk but they loved even more what their father could offer. Hal gave the tip of his cock a scratch and a casual lick and then unleashed the flood that was his morning piss, bathing and giving his family their favourite drink all at once. Maws opened and closed, throats were invaded with golden fluids and the floor was washed clean of spent seed. Nala struggled to move towards the stream in time, turning around to bathe herself and refresh her mate's scent on her, not that she needed to after months of sleeping with him, under him and with his cock buried in her vent. "Wake up." The red male that was curled up where the other three were previously was still groggy and Hal was quick to fix that by jamming a fair few feet of cock in his mouth and fill his stomach with urine.

Drak was fast awake and clamped down on the pole of meat and pushed further along but the bronze giant easily pushed him back and resumed giving his family a proper drink. Sure there was a river outside, but why use it when his piss tasted better? Drak mewled unhappily but the full belly was enough to make that rare feeling of sadness fade. The usual five minutes of release went by far too fast for some and soon Hal was done with his morning duties, at least concerning his bladder. Many hatchlings eyed the slit with hunger and made to approach it but a paw covered it and hid the source of all happiness from them. Angry and disappointed comments echoed in the cave.

"Dad is saving for a big one, go and get a bath in the pool." As expected from the attention span of young dragons, not one was sad anymore and almost all of the children rushed downstairs, racing each other for the right to be the one to jump in the pool of spunk first, almost all of them. A couple, still hungry for their mother's milk rushed to her teats and clamped their small mouths on the pink nubs, making her moan and slump on her side, leg raised so that they'd be more comfortable. She curled up a little and joined them, gulping down her own milk with the same eagerness. Jul didn't partake in the act and remained behind. "Something wrong?"

"I flew farther than the others right?" Hal nodded. "I want a prize." The small hatchling stood firm in his footing and had he not been in front of the monster that was his father, he'd have even looked a bit scary and definitely bigger than the average human. "Please." Seeing that his courageous stance was not doing the trick he fell on his back and gave his dad the deadliest weapon a kid had: big and sweet eyes, topped by a trembling lip and a cute pose that bared his privates to the big male. The kid's balls sack wasn't by any means comparable to his father's but it sure looked out of place on such a 'small' hatchling, each was as big as a human's head and complemented by an equally large sheath. The pose was a discovery of the not average litter and worked wonders on the mothers and Drak, sometimes. Hal leaned in and took in the young scent of his child, finding it a little more mature than the last time he had sniffed him. "Pretty please?" Jul pushed his small butt against the giant snout and the warm breath of his father slowly awakened something in his sheath and, for the first time, his own cock came to life for some purpose other than peeing.

"Oh, look at you!" Nala was overjoyed and bathed the young one in kisses, licking off the traces of urine in the meantime. "You got your first erection! We need to celebrate!" Annoyed as she was, even Hela found this important and joined her sister in their plea, giving the small two foot cock the first ever lick.

"Ok, I see my kid is big enough..." Jul jumped high in happiness and landed softly thanks to his newfound flight. "I think we do need to celebrate this occasion, maybe it will make your siblings work just as hard as you." Nala didn't miss the chance to shoot a glare at Hela. "Stop it. Come Jul."

"Yes dad." The green hatchling ran and sat on his haunches in front of his father, both of them with their cocks hard. Drak stared and rubbed himself to a full erection, ready to masturbate at the sight of his mate doing... whatever he planned to do to the small child. "What do I do now?"

"Now, you fuck my cock." Hal put a paw on top of the gargantuan member and lowered it enough so that the tip was against the cold floor and staring at Jul. The hatchling swallowed his saliva and the three adults whistled in envy and mounting lust. "Just like Drak does every now and then."

"Can't I mate with mommy?"

"One day, but not now, you're too small for her. Come, get humping, it'll feel good."

Jul nodded and trotted for a couple of feet until he was right in front of the slit that was oozing pre already. The young one knew sex felt good for the adults and he knew his fathers loved putting their cocks in each other's but he had no idea just how good it was and he had no idea how to move properly. He strapped his paws on the tip and hugged it and then his instincts took hold of his motor skills, jamming his malehood in the much larger one. As his siblings, he had licked it and even crawled up in it every now and then but he had no idea that sticking his cock inside would be so good. The small hips rocked back and forth, the rhythm broken and clumsy but strong and each push drove his slit against the hard flesh.

Hal purred and let his child have his way for as long as he could, holding his seed so that he wouldn't cause harm to him. A couple of minutes went by and then he felt a familiar sensation running inside his urethra as the small dragon spasmed and shivered in pleasure, unleashing a few gallons within the warm passage. Drak eyed his mate with hunger and the giant knew well where such hunger was going to lead.

Jul took out his cock and admired as his seed oozed from the tip for the couple of seconds it took for the pre of his father to wash it out, chest puffed out in pride.

"Did I do good?"

"Sure, a couple more years and maybe mom will jump on you." Hela licked every last trace of seed from the small cock and purred all over her son, just as proud. "I'm more than certain that one day your cock will be just as good as your father's and you'll fill me up for good."

"Will I put eggs inside you?" Jul knew that such was Hal's right but he could still dream.

"Maybe, if dad doesn't. Speaking of which, shall my lovely master pump out a few more? I feel that only twelve children is a little bit... meagre as number of heirs..." and given the amount of spunk pumped inside her daily, she was quite surprised she hadn't been knocked up at least three times in the few months they had been living with that sex god of a dragon. Despite the remarks and constant fights, Nala always consoled her sister, telling her that it was only a matter of time before she was egg heavy once more.

"Not now, Drak seems to want to have his turn." The two dragonesses scoffed in unison. "You do steal his turn often."

"Come on you two, let me have some fun... I can't always suck myself off."

"You do seem to like it a lot..." Hela smirked and Drak rolled his eyes and walked towards the hard pole that he had been eying for a while now but instead of presenting his tailhole to his mate, he presented it to the two grumpy ladies, balls swaying under the ring of flesh. "Now I'm going to fuck him and get a good filling of my own." Drak didn't wait for a response and wedged his almost ten feet of cock inside, bulging the flesh around his. "Hmmm, missed this feeling." Hal wanted to reply but the red male began to hump and suppressed any word at the root.

The two mothers rolled their eyes and looked away, pretending to snore in their non deserved disappointment as Drak had fun. The two beyond-prize watermelons that were his balls slapped against the underside of the mammoth with wet smacks and sloshed with seed, ready to be emptied. Hal stroked himself and tried to bring the red male to his climax sooner, squeezing his flesh and the cock within with paws and contracting his muscles with practiced movements.

Drak howled and picked up the pace, his hips a blur of red, giving Jul a good demonstration at how one really fucks a cock, taking the child to another erection. Jul stared in rapt attention and idly stroked himself as well, cradling his balls with a paw every now and then. Soon he'd grow and he'd get bigger down there, maybe even bigger than Drak and then he'd really make his father feel good...

In the meantime, the red male reached his climax and unleased a torrent of seed in the tight passage, adding dozens of gallons, if not hundreds, to the thousands in the enormous balls behind the tower of flesh only to feel those thousands more push against his slit. He climaxed again and failed to hold the tide at bay, letting volleys of spunk invade his cock and bloat his sack to even more inhuman proportions, the larger than life watermelons, proof of more than frequent drains, turning into beanbags and then pushing his legs apart. The pressure eventually pushed Drak out and got his balls bathed in seed from the outside as a trickle came out of the wide slit.

The previously offended females rushed and lapped up each and every last drop of seed, leaving none for the kids, they had a whole pool full of it anyways. Jul stared in renewed awe and decided that as soon as he was big enough, he'd ask Hal to give him balls that big and then he'd go around impregnating females with the borrowed seed... no, he'd use his own to make many, many females his so that he could then gift them to his father and let him claim the children he'd sire. He couldn't wait to be ready to mate with real females and knock them up but he was too small for the moment and his stomach grumbled. He could have gone and jumped in the pool with his siblings but for once he was in the mood for meat and so he decided to go out and hunt.

The fresh air burned his lungs and refilled them with oxygen, washing away just a tiny bit of his father's virility and scent, not that he wanted to stop smelling like him, it was an amazing scent and everyone made sure to always get a shower or a bath, be it seed or urine to keep themselves well covered.

A little bit flying and a little bit running or trotting, Jul reached an area where he knew a lot of prey lived, mostly deer and a few boars here and there. With his father being the god he was and needing little food himself, the wildlife had not been eradicated and instead thrived due to constant showers from the dragon and other less tasty waste. The forest was green and lush, animals lived and grew bigger than normal, almost as if a little corner of Kallands had reached the valley, which was weirdly void of his scent. Still, the wildlife was well acquainted at the scent of the dragons by now and feared little from them, reason for which even a whelp like Jul, barely three, could get a deer under his claws in minutes. His build and unnaturally big body would have helped anyways but the scent he carried drew animals to him and made the already easy job even easier. It'd have been a boring life without their father.

Tasting warm blood and fresh meat for the first time in a week, Jul feasted on the deer he caught and forgot about the recent events in the cave and his triumph over nine annoying siblings, until he finished his meal that is. He felt his sheath stir and his member peek for a few inches with need and wondered if father felt that way all the time. Still, he had released his seed barely an hour before and as his first ever climax he had been left quite drained and his balls had shrunk to a foot in diameter each or so, resting on his thighs as he slowly dozed off to sleep under the sun.

The morning passed with the same pace as every other morning of his life and soon it was lunchtime, maybe a little later than that but Jul still felt hungry even after the whole deer he ate earlier and since he was already outside, he might as well get another one down, there were quite a lot anyways.

About one more hour later, with the sun shining high in the sky and beginning to get lower, Jul finally caught the second deer of the day after a playful chase that left his prey exhausted and terrified beyond any means. For the quiet life it had lived, the end was rather violent but painless. The young dragon, pleased once again with his work made to open his jaws and dig in and barely took a bite before he heard leaves rustling near him.

The curiosity that every child has, despite the age, won over the hunger and Jul rushed to see what had happened in the boring valley: a hundred feet away, right where the forest opened up and parted around a tributary of the majestic river that ran through it, had landed a dragon, white and graceful. His nose picked up the faint scent of a female, so much weaker than his family's females but still one nonetheless and at the same time, the new arrival picked up his, or rather, Hal's on him.

"Who's there?" The white female scanned the surroundings and tried to see what was the source of the powerful scent but failed to see Jul until he came out the bushes himself. Being as green as he was and very quiet, he blended perfectly with the trees, excellent for ambushes and surprises but more of then just hide-and-seek. "Oh, ehm, I didn't... see you... there." Anais was a lithe female but not that small compared to many and she still felt damn small as the six foot male trotted with soft steps towards her.

"Hi..." His voice was also just as perfect as his appearance and his scent. A switch was flipped in her brain and every single voice in her head told her to mate with him or else... "What brings you here?" Jul walked with the same pace and childish glee as always, going around the new arrival to smell her and see what she looked like under all the various angles but Anais mistook it for courtship, especially once her gaze landed on the fat sheath and fatter balls below his tail. Somehow she resisted the urge to raise her tail and beg to be fucked, mostly due to a decent upbringing.

"A-A-Anais... That's, ehm, my name and, uhm, I landed to... eat."

"Oh! You're hungry! I just caught a deer for lunch, want some?" She stared at him for a second: what would be the chances of meeting such a stud and also getting a free meal? Was this really a chance encounter or had he... followed her to woo her into a relationship? If so... it was working. She meekly followed the happy hatchling to her meal, unaware that she had roughly twenty five years of difference with him. "Here!" Jul was just happy to meet someone new for the first time and being a day of happy firsts... he was getting increasingly joyful.

"Th-thanks..." Even the deer was gigantic...

The young dragon watched and nibbled on a leg distractedly while the female devoured his catch and didn't leave a speck of meat behind, getting a lot of blood all over her white scales. Being a good kid in a giant's body and far more clever even than the average baby dragon, though countless times more clueless, he licked her clean of all the blood, further pushing Anais in the illusion that he was courting her. A lick was a thing even between friends, but a full on tongue-bath from a stranger that had come out of her dreams? He was definitely wooing her.

At the same time, the marvellous scent that had seeped into his scales had been working its magic for all the while and the previously mentioned switch had been long since turned up to eleven and beyond, getting the poor female into an unplanned heat.

"Please BREED me!!" Once Jul was done grooming her to shiny perfection, she couldn't take it anymore and in a mess of limbs and scales she turned around and yelled, tail raised and vent swollen far more than she had ever experienced before. She had already sired a few children since she had come of age years before but this was on a whole other level and she needed a cock now. "PLEASE!"

Luckily Jul wasn't as dense as many teens and protagonists of tv shows and if her words weren't enough to get him on her, the scent of a female in serious need would do the trick. The combination of both sent the boy in overdrive within seconds and every single part of him begged him to mate just as badly and yet, he still took his time to sniff at her hindquarters and tease her. Plans formed in his head, the idea of taking her to his father and claim her was magnificent but she was here, with him, alone, ready and she smelled so good... he'd go with plan B: breed her and then present her sopping cunt to dad. That sounded good.

Anais could see him get aroused from her position and had it not been for her artificial heat, she'd have regretted raising her tail: more than two feet of hard meat stood below his belly and she was pretty sure his balls were bigger than a minute ago. She wasn't wrong. Jul felt his body burn with need and in less than a minute since he'd began licking and teasing her vent, he mounted her and waited no longer than a thought to pierce her defences. He had thought his father's cock had felt good and he was now starting to think there were better things than that: she was damn tight and oh so warm and wet and smelled good, sweet, ripe. Under him she was having a hard time not to come over and over and she was losing, several times every minutes in fact and bound to be more, barely aware that he didn't have any technique and only thrusted inside her as he wished.

Minutes went by, two, three then five and then ten, all of them full of grunts and moans and still he hadn't come so why did she feel so full already? Surely it couldn't be all pre, right? And the insane weights that slapped against her belly? A look told her that she'd regret choosing him: what were once watermelons had grown to be... well, much more, so much more and they were full of eggs for her, or the promise of eggs at least no... the guarantee of...

Jul came with one final push, wedging his entire cock inside and pinning her down on the ground and then, like father like son, he let himself loose. A normal dragons had at best two feet of cock and balls like melons as flight didn't allow for exceedingly big sacks and he had more in both compartments. The first volley was enough to fill her and the second only made her more full until she was starting to expand, already a dozen gallons of seed sloshed within her chamber.

"Ah! Gods please... MORE!" She couldn't believe herself but at this point she was already his and she was going to pump out egg after egg, might as well enjoy it.

On cue with her desire, Jul resumed thrusting and brought forth more pleasure for both of them, a veritable flood splashing on the ground until it formed a puddle that was expanding. He roared and came again, his sack pulling against his body and more seed was unleashed. The two didn't know how much time went by but at the end, Jul was spent beyond his imagination and Anais was fuller than ever in her life, though something told her that she was going to get more and she was fine with it. They rested on each other and dozed off in the late afternoon. The small white dragoness' belly was large enough to carry over five eggs, not much compared to the insanely big green mother but on the lithe frame of the newcomer, that size looked positively ridiculous. She felt herself wobble already, and she was merely breathing and resting on the ground. Only the gods knew how she'd manage to move around. The shock she would receive upon meeting Nala was going to be surely something to behold.

Away from the scene but not so far that the adults couldn't see, Hela looked with pride at her young baby going at it with a fresh female. He had been such a great fuck she wondered if in the future he'd screw her as good as Hal. She was fine with looking at him go, already betting on who of her other children would find a mate next, they surely wouldn't wait long. Yes, they had only hatched but a few months before this day but it wasn't like they were normal kids in any sort of way: they had grown to be as big as teenage dragons in such a short span of time that no one among them knew what size would they end up reaching in a couple more years.

A little bit deeper inside the cave, Nala was resting on her belly, cradling the stretched flesh and feeling each of her eggs move about in the remnants of Hal's morning load. By all means and purposes, she was in heaven: full of eggs, fed, with a roof over her head, so full of eggs, she had a mate that gods would feel envious of who had pumped her full of eggs, she could be filled even more every day. Heaven. But the quiet of her life was about to be broken soon: she grunted as something inside her felt... off. She looked down on her dome and saw that her eggs were moving around, pushed and pulled by internal muscles that were stretched under 'normal' circumstances but that now contracted every few moments. It took the dazed female a few long moments before she figured out what was happening.

"Hal!! I'm... I'm laying! I'm going to lay your eggs!!"

The scream reached the dragon who was dozing off even deeper in the cave, as his other children played with his balls, licking them clean, crawling on them and even inside them. Five very lively shapes created large ripples inside his sack, forelimbs and heads poking out here and there every second as more of his young tried to enter and play with their siblings. His cock was fully erect, dripping tubs and tubs of pre and seed to lube itself up to allow entrance to each of the small dragons who stretched the wide slit so that they could crawl in but as soon as his nose picked up the overwhelming scent of a female ready to lay and his ears picked up the screams of joy, his entire body went into overdrive. His sack contracted and swelled, both with the increased load of two more hatchling he shoved down his length and with fresh batches of seed for the incoming mad rut he'd experience. Hal rushed up near the entrance and saw that Nala was heaving and panting and her vent leaked fluids enough to pool around her and contend with his own stench. She looked as he craned his neck and licked her, sending the poor dragoness into a flurry of climaxes one after the other with just that one lick, coating the large bronze snout in slimly fluids. His cock wasn't merely dripping now, it was a veritable waterfall and washed the very ground, seed already replacing his pre with how much he was producing. As the first real contractions hit Nala, she howled as loud as she could and began to push down her first ever egg: it was big, hard, oval and it stretched her almost as much as Hal's cock.

Hela stared from the side with Drak who was resting on his side as two of her children licked him for his seed, uncaring and not knowing that they'd have new siblings in mere hours from that moment. Nala screamed one last time and finally the first egg rolled out of her vent, soaked in her fluids and Hal's spunk alike, but the joy of seeing the white shape was taken away by a strong orgasm that send the second egg sliding down her passage. The black dragoness was pissed at how loud she was and envious for the fact that she had failed to sire more young for Hal and the bronze behemoth knew it. Slowly, he approached her, turned her around so that her back was on the floor and pushed foot after foot inside her achingly empty vent. She purred happily, hoping that this would once again make her egg heavy and simply enjoying the moment. The hatchlings inside Hal's sack were being thrown around with the flow of seed that entered their mother, turning a fun experience into an amazing one that they hadn't felt in a while. Hela was already being filled by hundreds of gallons of seed that seemed to be far more potent than normal, making her body tingle and sing in happiness but when something at the entrance of her vent started stretching her far wider, she howled just as loud as her sister. Her children were being pushed out of Hal's sack whenever she thrust inside her, spreading her folds painfully wide and making her feel like she was pregnant again with them. Her orgasms increased in strength, milking each of the twenty feet of cock jammed inside her for more and more seed to accept and turn into eggs for him. Hal stopped thinking and let everything be controlled by his instincts, biting her neck without drawing blood as the first of seven hatchlings was shot inside his mother's egg chamber, followed suit by three more in minutes. Hela's gut was so stretched it scraped the very ground and her teats were spraying milk by the dozens of gallons each second. The few of her children not inside their father's balls or in her womb rushed to drink it once again.

"Ah... ah, my babies... n-not... not now... Daddy's... rutting mommyyyy!!"

Her children didn't care and provided one more avenue for pleasure to flow from. Behind them Nala was halfway done with her eggs as Drak dutifully put them out of the way and licked them clean, though his own pleasure tended to coat them again in spunk every few minutes. Minutes, hours went by and soon her massive dome was shrunk to nothingness and empty as it could get while every inch around her was full of large eggs, warm and brimming with life, just in time for Hal to be done with Hela. The black female was laying on her new belly, squirming with live dragons and a good couple thousand gallons of seed that hopefully would make her lay another dozen eggs. As the pole of flesh was removed, it quickly found its way into Nala's ruined vent, which felt hot, ready and wetter than ever before. Hal didn't wait for her to catch breath, nor for her approval, he merely started thrusting again and stretching her nice and good.

"Yes! Yes! Fill me again! I want more... more eggs!"

"And I shall give them to you, my dear." His words were highlighted by a balls deep thrust into her vent, the very tip of his cock making her scales deform around it. "As many as you want."

Hal roared and came once more, not that it mattered for him. One orgasm, two, twenty or even fifty, he was always full enough for his mates. This one though, this one felt so much better than usual. Nala lost her breath, knocked out by the first minute long shot that turned that belly of hers full again. Be it the heat, be it the sheer pleasure of it all, but she could swear she felt the seed take root in her chamber already.