In the kingdom of Chenarr, seven months had passed since the death of Kirgess V.  The vast island enjoyed swampy southern wetlands, bitingly-cold northern mountains and port cities all between, from which a royal family once reigned in absolution.  Across the black ebony hills, rolling rose-coloured glens and luscious emerald forests, His Majesty Kirgess VI, known as Kunsar to his family, gazed across this beautiful land from his bedroom balcony, as the new ruler of the Vantelrass Dynasty.
All of the royal family had long serpentine bodies with four legs and dexterous claws, the pinnacle of grace and heavensent beauty.  Many admired such a rich royal heritage, how they slithered through the palace halls with such sagacity that they truly seemed godlike.  The prince took a moment to savour the peace and quiet, his long jade body wrapped in azure cloaks and a golden coronet planted between his horns, before he opened his ears to the sounds of rapture.
	"AAAAH!  A-A-AAAAH!"
	"Ohhhh my lady," rumbled a voice from behind, "you only grow more ever more radiant each day with my child inside you."
	"YES!  Take me, Jeks, f-fuck me full with yer common-blood seed!"
The one thing Kunsar hated more than hearing this, was how hard he was getting to it.  He turned back towards his bedroom, where his wife Ulsteenya now laid on the floor being mounted by their servant, their faces wrapped in pleasure.  She was gorgeously black until the sun shone off her scales, her yellow robes hung off the sides as Jeks hammered her cunt from behind.  He was of the lower-classes, a red non-serpent body with a thicker equine gait, four short legs and vestigial wings.
His starch-collared sleeves and dark vest never ruffled despite how hard he pounded his mistress, his bifocals kept balanced on his snout and a dusty kilt tented between his back legs.  But his cock was plump with a deep crimson, turning more wet with her juices that dripped down his crotch.  Kunsar gazed towards the four poster bed of pink and gold where he once made love with his wife, but now she much preferred the carpet floor.
	"AAAAAH, A-AAAAAH FUUUUCK!"
	"OHHH MY LADY, Y-YES!  T-take my seed, Ulsteenya, take everything I give you, my cum runneth !"
The butler humped faster to his climax as they came together, the black wyrm shivered in orgasmic thrall as a heavy gush dripped between their legs.  Her belly was gravid with her coming child, a soft rolling motion beneath her scales when she clenched in joy, and milked her servant's cock who painted his seed upon her womb.
	"Ohhhhh my dearest," he trembled, "you never cease to bring me rapture."
	"Mmmmm thank ye," she turned her head to kiss him, "can't believe how passionate you are."
	"When our child comes, you shall not be empty for long," Jeks rubbed down to her stomach, "they know their father from my sumptuous heat alone."
	"Ohhhh they certainly do."
	"Uh, AHEM."  Kunsar cleared his throat.  "I believe we have duties to attend to."
	"Ohhh I ken, Kunsy," she waggled her front claw, "just need a small freshening up for the day."
	"Indeed."  Jeks pulled himself free with a hefty drip.  "Care to clean us up, Kunsy?"
	"You don't address me like that," the new emperor snorted, "I care not what you and my mother conspired but you are still my servant!"
	"Indeed I am, Your Majesty.  That is why I am serving your wife plenty, for how terribly busy you've become in your new duties."
The butler grinned wide and cocked his leg, to which Kunsar sighed and crawled forth to suck him off clean.  His wife's juices dribbled off the servant's shaft, the ribbed body tickling over his teeth as he bobbed to the hilt with a restrained gulp, and swirled his tongue around the sceptre to clean it of all the servant's jizz.  Jeks however put his raised paw on Kunsar's head, forcing him to suck a little longer with a soft sigh.
	"Good little prince," he rumbled, "have you ascertained my flavour by now?  Does your wife taste me every time you kiss?"
	"I certainly do," Ulsteenya giggled, rolling on her side, "don't forget me, dear!"
	"Mmmmrrph, mmrglllrrrk!"
Kunsar was allowed to pull off once Jeks was satisfied, then went down on his wife and buried his tongue deep into her snatch.  She was getting close to her day of birthing, from how her cuntlips swelled with anticipation and how often she drooled from it, to the point that her husband struggled to clean up her snatch even without Jeks' seed.  He savoured her sweet salty taste, despite the servant's jizz tainting her beauty, though he had grown accustomed to it over time enough to ignore it.
	"Thank ye, dearest," she kissed his lips, "shall we go?"
	"Yes, please."  He stood up and smoothed his gown.  "Jeks, may you bring me the minutes of the last High Council meet?"
	"Of course."  The butler swept his front paw in a bow.  "I shall be there to attend any mess, like always."
	"Or rather cause them, like you just did?"
	"Tis not my legacy I must make amends for, Your Majesty."
He trotted off with a smug pride and left the room first, before the Emperor and Empress departed to meet with the High Council, in a lavish room with a round gilded table surrounded by the banners of each region.  Chenarr had four historical places with its own different dragons: the vast rosy plains of dark-coloured drakes like Ulsteenya, who rode on shaggy beasts and lived in yurts; the grand mountains where those like Jeks lived in mining towns; the western city by the sea and the cliffside eastern capital that they now resided in, both of which also had serpentine dragons.
The council was dull and laborious, but Kunsar and Ulsteenya sat in their high-backed thrones and mediated over affairs, whilst Jeks remained ever vigilant at their side.  There were discussions over grain distribution, a few arguments over soft territories and even worse of all, managing the educational standard of records which Kunsar found the most insufferable.
	"The texts must be updated!" demanded a blue serpent.  "The war did not end in the Seventh Shedding, it ended at the cusp of the Eighth!"
	"The nerve of this knave," scoffed a gold mountain drake, "recognising a pretender's ascension as the true end, what of the Marbyen Affair?!"
	"I acknowledge it all the same, but it is not the end of the war!  Your Majesty, what say you?!"
	"If I recall correctly," the jade emperor rubbed his chin, "whilst the Marbyen Raid set the stage of execution, there was indeed an epilogue to the story."
	"But it's piffling matters!" the azure wyrm waved his hand.  "Our youths won't want to hear about some diplomatic claw-greasing twerp!"
	"That TWERP is my ancestor!" the yellow dragon slammed the table.  "You will not profane this land with revisionist slights!"
	"Enough!" Ulsteenya shouted.  "We're trying to educate our children, not act like them!  Lord Karwr, the war doesn't end when blades're sheathed, it ends when seeds're planted over battlefields.  We will respect your history, but you respect theirs."
	"Hmph, fine."  The rough-shod drake turned his head.  "But in return, I want it be called the Marbyen Affair."
	"Do we object to this?"
None of the table did so, though the sapphire serpent huffed loudly before they finalised the minutes.  Everyone took their leave, bowing to the royal couple as Jeks led them out of the palace grounds, and their duties were done for the day.  They headed to the music room, where Kunsar's mother was teaching her grandchildren the finer points of their place in life.  Somewhat.  Where they would normally play a harpsichord amongst stately oak walls and a beige carpet, the young grey wyrms were being molested by their grandmother.
	"Now, k-keep playing dearest!"
	"A-AAAH, G-GRANDMA, AAAH!"
	"The longer it t-takes, the longer I ride your brother!"
On the playing seat before a wooden piano, was a silver-scaled girl in her long purple gown struggling to play the keys, whilst her pure-white grandmother draped in red pumped her fingers into the young cunt.  At the back end of her, another grey serpent undulated underneath her legs, pumping his young teenage cock everytime the old dear smacked down.
	"MMmmmmm ohhhh, Gerviss you're getting much better at this."
	"AAAAH, ha-aaaaah!"
	"Now now, don't be shy, get it nice and deep while I eat out Triska."
	"G-grandmaaaa!" the girl whimpered.  "I-i'm trying to p-practice!"
	"So am I, sweetie."
The former empress slipped her head round between Triska's lower legs, then snacked upon that sweet little peach with a devious tongue.  Her playing turned frantic and she tried to finish the song quicker, which sounded like a mechanical lute spun up too fast whilst the elder slapped her thighs on Gerviss' body.  The grandson whimpered in his green robe as he pumped inside her, his throbbing length grinding the old sagging depths before he looked up to see his parents.
	"UHH, M-MOTHER, FATHER, I-"
	"It's alright, dear," Ulsteenya waved, "we had this talk before, whatever you've done with me, you can do with all of us."
	"Uhhh, o-okay!" the boy covered his face bashfully.  "S-still feels weird."
	"Don't be such a baby!" Triska panted.  "If it feels good, just do it!"
	"An excellent purview, young madame," Jeks trotted over to them, "your lessons are going remarkably."
	"Y-y-yeah, thanks to grandma, haaaah!"
	"And how is marm today?"
	"Mmmmrrrlk, wonderful," the pale serpent licked her granddaughter's cunt, "the family is coming along nicely, how soon is my daughter-in-law?"
	"Another month, Dalmissa," the black wyrm slipped up beside her child, "you're doing well, too.  Almost too well.  Mind if I feast a little too?"
	"Not at all, go ahead."
The youngest spread her legs wider and struggled to finish her symphony, whilst mother and grandmother dove in to eat her cunt.  Their tongues entwined to make Triska shriek and sputter, her stuttering orgasm came through after a few twisting licks that rattled against her walls.  The adults tasted each other and almost kissed with rumbling moans, whilst Gerviss squeaked to his climax and filled Dalmissa's loose snatch.  Her aged lips trembled in delight, all to Kunsar's snarling view as he crossed to the other side of the room and laid on a couch.
The children savoured her body, the matriarch writhed in ecstatic joy as she slapped her hindquarters down upon Gerviss who laid out on the floor like a limp noodle and rode out his orgasm.  Triska sprayed her juices upon her mother and grandmother, before she slumped against the harpsichord with a dissonant clang.  Both the adults slithered up to her cheeks and kissed her sweet, then slithered their tongues into her mouth to share the sweet taste of her love.
	"Mmmmm, how was that sweetie?" asked Ulsteenya.  "Tastes just as good as mummy, doesn't it?"
	"Mm-mmmhmm," Triska trembled, "f-feels really nice, but Sterkoss is a lot more fun."
	"Ohhhh, you want to play with my beastie?"
	"Um, yeah!  I'd love to uh, well, do more than just s-suck him off, mother."
	"Really?" the black serpent demurred.  "But he's awfully big, I'm able to take him plenty but you're much too small."
	"I-i don't care!" she squeaked, undulating on her seat.  "I want to feel him use me like a sleeve, like a breeding tool!"
	"Triska!" Kunsar called.  "Have some decorum, this house may be different now but restrain your lust!"
	"Oh hush, Kunsy," Dalmissa tittered, pulling off her grandson's cock, "you know this family's name is tainted all the same, what will it matter what your daughter desires?"
	"It matters to me!"
	"See what I meant?" the elder motioned to Ulsteenya.  "Typical male, just like his father, making demands of his wives and daughters."
	"Oh he's not that bad," the wife slithered over to him, "he's just concerned, and a little prudish."
	"Someone has to keep this family stable," snorted the father, leaning back on his sofa, "evidently I am the only one who still cares about our dignity."
	"And that is why you're miserable," said his mother, trotting out the room, "now, Triska, Gerviss, would you like to help me with a little surprise?"
	"OOOH yes!" the grandson pulled out his 14-inch length with a hefty shlorp..  "Come on Tris, we're gonna make potions!"
	"Awww but they smell funnyyyy," the girl whinged.
	"Don't be a skeemik!  It'll be fun, we get to see new colours and make something special!"
	"Mmmmm fine."
The youngest trotted off with their matriarch, the boy's shaft dangling between his legs dripping of grandmother's seed whilst Ulsteenya slinked up to her husband.
	"Well, at least she's teaching them science," Kunsar shook his head, "it's good to understand the finer points of knowledge."
	"I very much agree, sir," Jeks bowed to him, "do you require anything else?"
	"No, thank you," the emperor bit his teeth, "you may leave us, Jeks."
The servant did so and trotted off with proud red stance, swishing his tail to tease the empress who nibbled her lip at his peeking slit.
	"You could at least pretend to be interested in me," the jade dragon clutched his face, "bad enough his eggs are in you."
	"Oh it'll be fine," she kissed over his cheeks, "no one'll be the wiser, Jeks'll keep his word with your mother."
	"I know, but," he rubbed over her swollen belly, "I will be the wiser.  I will know those are not my kin."
	"You have two fine children already, no need to be jealous."
	"There is every need for jealousy!  My mother's spite for father is so great it is destroying our family, and we just let her!"
	"Well why don't you do something about it then?!" Ulsteenya tapped him.  "Be the emperor and take charge!"
	"Sh-she...she's my mother, Ulsty."
	"Hm.  So she is."
She gave a bitter smile then rolled into his arms, as they entwined themselves together for a brief moment of normalcy.

In another part of the mansion, Triska and Gerviss were learning the dark ways of science over the next two hours.  An alchemy lab in the basement was full of strange potions, where bubbling tubes and glass strands swirled bizarre concoctions across stained wooden tables.  Gerviss hated the smell of this place, an odd acidic tinge like rotting lemons that made him sneeze whilst crystals shimmered in their sconces.
	"Now," said the grandmother, "we take a vial of eksmam, then whisk it up until it's blood-red."
	"Ooooh yes!" Triska clapped.  "More blood for the blood god!"
	"Hahaha, like a little ritual, isn't it dear?"
	"Did you ever do those in the old country?!"
	"Noooo no, this is pure science.  We're going to make a special treat for your mother, to give you another sibling from a different father."
	"Soooo does that make Jeks our uncle?" Gerviss stirred a whisk.  "I mean I like him, he's really nice and he helps me with my math."
	"How come you're bad at math but good at science?" asked his sister.
	"I dunno, shapes make more sense to me than equations."
	"We all have our strengths," Dalmissa poured red into a glass, "now, Gerviss, read the rest to me."
	"Okay!" he checked a notebook of hexagons connecting to letters.  "The eksmam is distilled, now we add two mils of rhoturkam, then heat it to forty clouds."
	"Are you sure it's not sixty?"
	"No, if you heat it too fast, we lose too much of the um, viscosity through the vapour."
	"Gooood boy," the elder patted him, "had to test you, you're such a studious young thing."
Gerviss grinned with a blushing face over his silver scales, whilst Triska pretended to retch and observed the experiment come to fruition.  The red turned to pink, from liquid to a fatter goo that almost looked like a spongy rubber.  The grandson and matriarch put in a dash of black-green to make it soften again, and formed a meaty stew that Dalmissa sealed.
	"Excellent," she rubbed her hands, "now that the womb-strengthener's done, we can make a few other things."
	"Oooh like what?!" Gerviss giggled.  "I hope mother loves this mixture."
	"She most certainly will, but I think your sister could do with something extra for her fun with Sterkoss."
	"OOOH YES YES!" the young female wagged her front limbs.  "Can ya give me something for it?!"
	"I think we can, Gerviss, can you get me the gifferdeen?  I'll want to make a pain-shedding potion for Triska, and for me a different sort of womb-strengthener for me."
	"What about me?!" Gerviss pulled at her robe.  "I want a potion too, everyone else is getting one!"
	"Ohhhh, of course, how silly of me.  What would you like then?"
	"Mmmmm, maybe something that makes me big and strong?"
	"Pffft, it's science not magic," his sister tittered.
	"Now now, I think we can do something," Dalmissa rubbed her grandson's back, "you are my favourite boy after all, you deserve something to make you into a fine male.  Perhaps we can speed up your puberty a little."
A bell rang above the door, alerting them all to a line of several brass tongues with different room names.  The master bedroom was calling, and they all rushed upstairs as fast as their limbs could take them.  The closer they came, the more frantic the screams of Ulsteenya, as they burst open the door to find her squatting on a set of pillows between Jeks and Kunsar.
	"What happened?!" cried Dalmissa.
	"She, sh-she's laying!" the jade husband stammered.  "They're coming early!"
	"Really?!"
	"Ooooh we gonna get new siblings!" Triska bounced like a fluttering flag.  "Should we do something?!"
	"We should get hot water!" Gerviss nodded.  "I'll go get some!"
	"I will remain here," the grandmother nodded, "Triska, help me with your mother."
	"It's alright, my lady," Jeks took an ebony claw, "just keep breathing, in, then out, with me."
	"Don't lecture my wife on birthing!" shouted Kunsar, taking her other hand.  "Let me have this!"
	"Sir, please!  Her health is more important!"
	"YOU-A-AAARGH!"
He shut his lip tight when Ulsteenya crushed her husband's grip, then snarled at him to keep quiet as she groaned with a bestial frustration.  Her belly throbbed with a slight ripple in her gut, the pillows grew wet with her amniotic fluids that gushed out in rapture.  Her back legs clenched on the floor, her cunt shuddered and her tail rattled like a serpent's rage when she grinded her fangs together in a heaving grunt.
Harder she dripped a curtain of slime that drenched over the pillows, her panting sobs filled the room of gold and pink as the first of her eggs slithered through her canal.  She had not felt this in a while, the mix of pain and lustful reverie from a smooth ovoid squeezing through her folds, and while she felt it strange she found pleasure from this, it helped things all the more with her eyes rolled up in delight.
	"A-AAAAH!  AAAAAARGH!  GHRRRDS!"
	"Keep pushing, dear," Kunsar soothed, "just like before, tender breaths."
	"Hohh, hohhh, a-aaaargh!  S-somehow easier this time, th-thanks to Sterkoss."
	"Indeed, my lady," cooed Jeks, "such remarkable foresight to stretch your inner boundaries in preparation for our charges."
	"Oh yes," the green emperor rolled his eyes, "I'm sure it was all planned out, wasn't it, JEKS?"
	"You underestimate your wife, Your Majesty!  Her robust stature and physical intellect are second to none!"
	"Th-thank you," she hissed, "j-just keep talking, it helps distract me."
	"Alright, well," her husband sighed, "remember that day we went to the Chirq Coast?  The sands were a perfect pink."
	"Ohhh yes, and you said my scales shimmered like rose diamonds."
	"They still do, my love."
His anger ebbed a little from her simpering face, despite her clenching sighs and shuddering sobs from her twitching birth canal.  Her daughter Triska sat beside Dalmissa, who helped push the eggs around in her gut to stimulate her womb.  Gerviss soon returned with a bowl of hot water and helped with the birthing, as his grandmother rubbed it over her daughter-in-law's snatch to ease things better.
The family all came together, and for a moment Kunsar was relieved to see such unity around this beautiful moment.  He even forgot that the new clutch was not his when the first sight of the egg appeared, and his wife's face strained with tearful eyes clenched shut.  Ulsteenya shrieked with a burning face, her teeth grinded together and the egg pushed out harder with an agonising pace.  Her cunt stretched to a quivering splendour, the scaled lips separated their bands until they could see the fleshy lining between.
Howling with anguished bliss, her back claws scraped the carpet and dug deep for support, whilst her front ones crushed her two males' hands as they winced politely.  The son and daughter helped push the egg through its shifting motions, whilst Dalmissa rubbed down the quivering cunt with warm water.  The mother-to-be made a guttural sound, a primal shriek as her tail snapped upwards to try and stretch herself more, whilst her back legs throbbed with a vibrating agony.
Kunsar throbbed with a shameful urge in his robe at the sight of that pulsing snatch, the flaring lips and that hefty drool of natural lubricant exciting him all the more with nostrils flared.  Jeks was feeling the same, their natural male urges sensing the urge to breed as they both restrained themselves for the empress' sake.  The egg dripped even thicker with fluids as Ulsteenya shook her rear to try and dislodge the thing, and once she squeezed past the central rim, it slid out with a slimy pop and rolled across the pillows.  She collapsed with a gasping wheeze, as Jeks carefully bundled the egg in a blanket to put close to her.
	"Exceptional work, my lady," he kissed her, "tis a beautifully robust shape, an immaculate ovum."
	"Haaaaah...f-fuuuuh..."
	"You did wonderfully," Kunsar patted her, "I'm...I'm very..."
He could not bring himself to say it, the torment in his heart still wracked him with woe as Dalmissa nudged him out to the hallway, whilst his son and daughter cooed over their new sibling.  Jeks laid down beside his lover, and they shared a dulcet kiss that grew into a thick-tongued smooch, much to Triska's gagging face.
	"Is something the matter?" Dalmissa asked her son.
	"You...really?" he turned away from her.  "You have the audacity to ask, after all you have done to spit upon father's heritage."
	"And yet, you still fight me.  Despite the joy your wife's received, despite the love your children have shown, have you not seen how much your son has thrived since our embrace?"
	"You molested my son!" Kunsar swivelled towards her.  "You had the nerve to trick my wife into a sordid embrace, but that wasn't enough was it?!  No, you had to sully my heir because he has father's blood!"
	"You never complained, either," she slipped a hand down his neck, "or did you forget all those special nights together, when your father was away and you begged for warmth, cold and alone until mother let you sleep in her bed?"
	"Th-that...that was different!"
	"You were no older than Gerviss.  You could have done anything to me since I first began my first crusade, you could have ousted me, you could have denounced me, even had me secretly killed.  But never did.  I know it's not cowardice that forces your silence."
	"I...have a duty."  The emperor stiffened away from her.  "A duty to this kingdom, not to your whims-"
	"Ulsteenya is not the only lady in your life."  Her claws took his hand.  "You could destroy me and yet you never will, would you my beloved?"
	"M-muh...m-mother, s-stop!"
	"You know that Jeks cares very deeply for me, yes?  There is a way to exact your dominance in this house, that you sorely need the past year."
	"I am n-not...I am not so debased as you, or...o-or-"
	"Or your family?"  Her smile grew wicked.  "That is the one thing I never told Jeks, about the two of us.  And he will be quite busy attending his new child, leaving me all alone...unguarded.  Waiting."
Kunsar stood at the doorway, wanting to be with her wife, but the way that Jeks wrapped his paw around her and doted on the egg made him burn with a seething froth.  His mother's words ticked in his brain, and he looked to her as she waggled her eyebrows with a lustful trill in her throat.  Seven months of frustration started to thicken in his gut, a burning jealousy for his wife being taken with a new child not even his own.
He grabbed his mother's hand and dragged her through the hall, causing the old drake to gallop on three legs with a saucy giggle when they retired to her bedroom.  Gold and scarlet walls stood fashionable around them, a four-poster bed with elegant silk sheets awaited her body whilst oaken drawers and a pearl mirror circled around it.  They closed the door behind them, her son grabbed her body and he kissed her with such sudden force, that she blushed a cheerful crimson.
	"G-goodness, Kunsy, whatever has-"
	"Shut up," he hissed, "shut your damn mouth, you wanted this so bad, then I will give you it."
She knew he would never harm her, but his arms shook with frenzy as his tongue slathered around her teeth and sucked inside her cheeks.  His fingers slipped down her robe and felt up her scales, the sordid familiar taste of her saliva made him tingle something fierce.  The worst part was that it made him throb harder than when he kissed his wife, and the guilt twisted a little deeper inside his heart.  But then he saw her face wracked in ecstasy, bow-legged beneath his butler who ravaged her with gasping bliss, and pulled his mother towards the bed.
Dalmissa kept quiet, letting her son ride out his passion as she was thrown onto her back, and spread her back legs to show that wondrous loose snatch.  Kunsar didn't stop to think as he mounted her, sliding his crotch against her body and grinding against her face when he grew harder by the minute, before she lapped across the slit and sucked the growing tip.  The matriarch moaned around his meat, she wrapped her tongue around the thickening length that grew into her throat, until it was a plump full 16 inches.
She pumped her throat a few times to get him slick and hard, swirling her tongue round to savour all of the sweet flavours she knew so well.  Her strong delicious son, so handsome despite his groans of untempered lust and his gritted teeth.  His front claws gripped her head and he started to thrust rather savagely, knowing she could take him well enough to not fear going overboard.  He pumped his hips and his body stood above to flap like a curtain while he humped her throat.
Dalmissa tried to pull back to give a little resistance, but he was much too hungry to stop as he clapped his thighs against her weathered cheeks.  Her choking sounds made him throb, and her muffled chortles between made him seethe between fury and affection.  How dare the lady who raised her bring down his father's legacy so sharply, but at the same time, she had given him so much love, so much passion, even took his virginity many moons ago, that he found it impossible to hate her.
	"Mmmm, glrrrk!" she pulled off when he gave her the chance.  "Gosh you're feisty today.  Your son's almost as big as you now, perhaps one day he'll reach parts of me not even you could-M-MMMPH!"
	"B-be, quiet," he rasped, "stop, talking, and let me have this."
A few more thrusts would satisfy him as his mother coughed from his furious pounding, until he was smacking her head into the satin sheets.  He wouldn't cum yet, but he wanted to get halfway there, to savour her sweet warm gullet and struggling gulps.  Once he was ready, he pulled out to leave a sloppy trail down her neck, and scrabbled back down to line up his spear to her cunt.  The emperor drove into his mother, she bucked with a writhing gasp and arched her body like a loose rope.
	"OHHH!  K-kunsy!  Ohhhh!"
She clawed at the sheets as her son went full-hilt inside her, his slit clapped against the elder's with a gentle drip.  He closed his eyes and chomped down on her neck, dominating her with all of his pent-up frustrations now overflowing.  The clap of his loins filled the room with their writhing moans, Dalmissa shivered with her legs wrapped round her son who pumped to his fullest, his eyes clenched and sweat trickling off his brow to daub his mother's scalp.  Her old infertile womb quivered from the realisation that Kunsar's son had filled her only hours before, and now that boy's father would add his cream to the mix.
The emperor grinded deep in his mother's walls, scraping his cocktip along the trembling folds of that old weathered snatch, the pluck and timbre of her flesh exciting him all the more as his precum turned thick.  He struggled with a trembling roar, and finally unloaded his hot seed deep inside her quivering canal.  She bucked with a heavy gush of her hungry juices, staining the sheets and deflating with a happy sigh whilst he filled her up.
They lied together in a moment of peace, the eye of the storm as Kunsar collected his thoughts, took deep breaths to steady his legs, and pulled out of his mother's wet pussy.  He said no words for his face told everything, shaken between lust and guilt when he silently grabbed a towel from the bedside dresser, dried himself off, and marched from the bedroom with head hung low.

One week later, Ulsteenya was doting over her new egg that now sat in a creche, next to her and her husband's bed.  She kept it warm with special crystals that she hugged tight to her body, then placed around the egg where they retained heat for several hours.  Jeks however kept a much closer eye on his future prodigy, and from that point on was almost never away from the bedroom.  This in turn made Kunsar's liaisons with his mother much easier to have, which only made him feel guiltier for being enabled.
Despite the rising of Summertide, when the sun reached its highest and Chenarr would spend longer days out to bathe in its glorious rays, the emperor felt dour and cold amongst his family who played with his wife's personal steed.  Sterkoss had been oblivious to all the trappings of noble lineage, a huge shaggy Lerch the size of a rhinoceros with fat-stumped legs and four haunting white eyes.  His horse-like muzzle dripped with a long tongue when he was offered a chunk of meat, and took it politely from Triska's hand.
	"Theeeere you go," she brushed him down, "such a big handsome lerchy arentcha?!"
	"He's a very good boy," the mother kissed his dumb face, "and very, VERY big too."
	"Can I ride him today, mother?!"
	"Mmmmm, alright, just a little bit around the garden."
The back garden was more of a grassland plain, a large outdoor patio that was a gateway to mountain plains.  Stables stood to one end of the yard, a stone fence ringed around the rear of the mansion, and a whistling breeze came from the coast.  The family sat on the patio boards sunning themselves, with Gerviss sketching the beast in his notebook whilst his sister was helped onto the saddle.
Her mother guided Sterkoss with the reins, and walked him across the yard whilst the teen girl gripped his back.  He snorted happy at the feeling of a warm rider, his thick elephant feet clumping the grass and making Triska shiver through her body.  Much like her mother, she loved riding Sterkoss for all the feelings it gave her of controlling a magnificent stallion, the power between her legs that cantered around the yard.
	"Gooood, good!" Ulsteenya nodded.  "You're getting along well, Sterkoss has taken a shine to you!"
	"I hope so!" Triska giggled.  "He's so strong and beautiful.  I wish I had a husband like him."
	"That's a very odd thing to say," Kunsar looked up from his bathing bed, "we haven't even thought up suitors yet."
	"Oh no need!  I have the perfect male right here."
She hugged the lerch who snorted passively, savouring his rider's warmth as they trotted more around the yard before she was done.  She then gave a look to her grandmother who winked back, and the girl pulled out a small vial of pink liquid that she downed at once.
	"That's a wonderful picture there," the father looked to his son, "you really captured his noble features."
	"You think so?" Gerviss scribbled on the face.  "I can't figure out the lighting."
	"Maybe you need different pencils?"
	"Nooo, I have all the ones for shading, I just don't know how."
	"You'll figure it out, dear," Dalmissa smooched him, "you've always been such a clever boy."
The youth blushed and kept on drawing, whilst Triska slipped off her saddle and whispered something to her mother.  A devilish look came between them, and the daughter laid down in front of the beast with her legs spread open, and her robe lifted up.
	"Okay big boy, time for your treeeeat!" Triska called.
	"Wh-what are you doing?" Kunsar shot up.  "Don't tease the lerch."
	"Don't worry, dear!" Ulsteenya waved.  "We're just doing some bonding sessions, I'll keep an eye on things!"
	"Alright," the father shifted on his bed, "do you find beasts harder to do than plants?"
	"Mmhmm," Gerviss sketched around the eyes, "most plants look the same, you can just sketch from a book."
	"Oh that's disappointing, I would have thought every flower was unique."
	"It looks nicer if I'm sketching a garden, plants look better together!"
	"They most certainly do," the grandmother clasped her hands, "lovely bouquets, they compliment each other.  Nature has balance in all things, a way to undo wrongs in the natural order."
	"At least one thing in this house does," Kunsar muttered, looking back to the garden, "nature knows to stick to its own-uhhh Triska, TRISKA!  What are you doing?!"
Spreading herself on the lawn, the daughter watched Sterkoss bend down and start sniffing over her cunt, which throbbed with a new aroma that excited the beast.  His tongue flopped out with a heavy lick that was so strong, it pulled the teenager's puss upwards and made her legs tremble with anticipation.  Ulsteenya laid down beside and watched Sterkoss slurp over Triska's belly, a wonderful scent that made his back legs stiffen and his crotch swell with need.  The tongue was so large that it covered Triska's whole crotch, and her eyes rolled up with a happy moan.
	"Triska, stop that!" Kunsar shook his fist.  "We don't do that sort of thing!"
	"Grandma does it!" she whimpered.  "A-all the time, Sterkoss just wants to play, dontcha?"
	"He certainly does," Ulsteenya kissed the big kelpie, "and he's so excited to play with our daughter."
	"Can we please just have one SINGLE DAY when we are a normal family?!" the father slammed his fist.  "All I wanted was a healthy family!"
	"Blame your father for the lack of it," Dalmissa sipped her cup from a nearby table, "now please don't shout, you're spoiling Gerviss' concentration."
	"No, I'm okay," the boy looked up from his drawing, "is sis doing okay?"
	"She's fine, you know she loves Sterkoss more than anything."
	"He's really big, i-is that potion going to even work?"
	"What potion?!" Kunsar snapped.
Gerviss yelped and hid his face, keeping his mouth shut beneath his father's gaze who then swivelled towards Dalmissa.  She smiled angelic and let things happen, her granddaughter's moans filled their ears when Sterkoss kept licking her peach, and tried to cram his too-big tongue inside that tight fleshy crevice.  His hunger was too great, and he carefully pawed her thighs to spread her open and stuff the tip into her twat.  Triska squealed in bliss and panted with joy as she dripped with rising lust, the yearn to breed turning thick in her folds.
	"A-AAAH!  S-sterkoss, ohhh, d-don't stop!"
	"Wow, he's learning fast," said her mother, clutching her face, "I'm rather jealous, hope he has plenty left for me."
	"U-ulsteenyaaaaa!" her husband whinged.
	"Oh don't be a spoilsport," Dalmissa drank her tea, "you can play with me later."
	"Can I come too?" Gerviss peeked up.  "I wanna practice more piano."
	"Ohhh, we're not playing piano, sweetie."
She gave a filthy chuckle as Kunsar groaned with his head in his hands, whilst his daughter felt the steed suck out her snatch.  The tongue filled her depths and grinded against the walls, flicking like a fat rubber band and stretching her that little bit wider.  His nostrils flared with a hefty cloud, his snorts grew louder as he stomped the grass with thundering feet, whilst Ulsteenya slipped underneath and helped him get ready.
The mother knew every inch of her mighty stallion, those fat plump balls and that weighted sheath that slumped into her hands.  A girthy equine cock slipped out of the hairy sack that resembled a pile of damp seaweed, with a fat pink flare and a darkening length that Ulsteenya groped all over.  She felt up the spear and helped stroke him off, feeling the lerch grow hard and ever longer to a magnificent halberd that would surely ruin her daughter.  But she knew this was what Triska wanted, it was also what Ulsteenya wanted one day as she masturbated her steed.
	"Gooood boy," she whispered, "you want to breed my daughter good, don't you?  I wonder how big an egg you could give me...one day."
The lerch started humping the air to her strokes as he sucked Triska's snatch, before he was too hungry and pulled his head up to get ready for breeding.  The young teen crawled up towards the patio and laid down on a soft blanket, now elevated for an easier mounting from the ghastly steed.  His thundering feet crunched up to the deck, his cock swelled past 20 inches and was still growing further when the thick shrooming head pressed on Triska's cunt.
	"Are you ready, sweetie?" said Ulsteenya.  "You realise you won't survive it."
	"I-i don't care," she panted, "I want him.  I need him.  Please."
	"I've had enough of this," Kunsar clenched his fists, "Ulsteenya, cease this now!  I will not let you endanger our dau-"
	"Hush," Dalmissa gripped his arm and pulled him back, "unless you would like her to know about us."
	"B-but, my daughter!"
	"It is her choice.  You would not dare disrespect your family, would you?"
Paralysed by her grin as his spirit withered, the father stormed off back into the manor whilst Gerviss put down his drawing and watched the scene unfold.  Sterkoss grinded his thick shaft on those sweet young lips, then pumped his rubbery girth until he wedged it into her passage.  Whereas she would normally be screaming in agony from the monstrous gape, the potion did its work in shutting down all her pain sensors even when she started to bleed.  Thick red poured between her legs as Sterkoss pumped deeper, forming a bulge in her gut whilst she writhed in rapture.
	"A-AAAAH!  OHHH YEAH!  STERKOSS, OH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"
	"He's a very good boy," the mother kissed his huffing lips, "so strong and handsome and very sexy."
	"Ohhhh he certainly is," Dalmissa tittered, finishing her tea, "are you enjoying the show, Gerviss?"
	"Um, y-y-yeah?" the boy fumbled in his robe to fiddle with his slit.  "He looks really big and...throbbing."
	"Would you like some help with that?"
He nodded bashfully as the grandmother slinked over to him, her old white claws sneaking through his gown to start stroking him.  The granddaughter cried out as Sterkoss grew even harder, his breath fogged above her head as he pummelled her fresh virgin womb.  Soon it would start to tear with his unrestrained force, her belly grew dark and her eyes rolled up when the pulsing mass stuffed deeper up her body.
She turned into Sterkoss' sleeve, he huffed and puffed and humped away whilst Ulsteenya sucked on his heavy balls, curling her tongue around the leathery sack of her steed.  Her daughter moaned weaker, her orgasm grew thicker as she bled a thick crimson river that mixed with her clear pre, whilst the stallion drilled through her stomach and caused blood to shoot from her mouth.  A growing pressure filled her chest, and she finally felt a dull semblance of pain from the overwhelming thickness when Sterkoss fucked past her ribs.  Almost all of her body was now a fleshlight, the shape of the lerch's length throbbed throughout her serpentine form as her breaths started to fade.
Blood spilled across the patio deck and onto the grass, which Gerviss struggled to understand whilst being pleasured by his grandmother.  The lust riding through his system clashed with his growing fear for his sister, as her screams rang higher and she heaved from the ruthless slam of that beastly spear.  Blood gushed out faster, her mother sucked harder on Sterkoss' sack whilst her progeny writhed in her last moments.  Triska came before she passed away, her heart thudded once more with a violent creak when her cunt strangled Sterkoss' shaft, and she slumped with a terrible wheeze.
The stallion trembled with a wheezing neigh at his partner's death, her spasms sucked him off and he came with such tremendous force, that her stomach swelled up and squished out like a tube of cream.  Jizz built up inside her throat before a white explosion covered the patio, painting her brother and grandmother with a hot spray that startled them both.
	"A-A-AAAAH!  S-SIS!"
	"Mmmmmm yes," Dalmissa chortled, "she was a very good girl, wasn't she?"
	"A-aaah, AAAAH!  I-i-is she, but, I-i-i thought it wouldn't hurt!"
	"It didn't, Gerviss.  But I never said it would keep someone alive, she just never felt a thing."
	"Haaah...n-no...noooo, AAAAH!"
	"Hush now, sweetie," the elder rolled her hips, "she died in pure bliss, the greatest thing anyone could want.  You know well as I do this is what she wanted, my beautiful little grandson."
She leaned over to kiss him, her tongue slithered in with a hot suckling groan as Gerviss sputtered his orgasm.  His pulsing dick sprayed up in her womb, and she trembled in joy at how deep he managed to hit, just a little past his own father.  His young milk slathered her depths and he slumped with a happy fatigue, his drunken face wracked in bliss when she pulled her tongue free from his wet lips.
Sterkoss finished up and pulled out of his slut, the dead pussy stretched round his girth until he wrenched it free with a juicy pop.  Blood spattered over the grass, and Ulsteenya crawled forwards to suck all over that delicious meat, lapping up her daughter's juices until the beast was fully cleaned.  She huffed on his balls and smooched on his dripping meat, over the course of five minutes whilst Triska laid dead.

For the sake of Kunsar's sanity, they hid Triska's death for the time being as both mother and grandmother carried her body away, and put her in the laboratory basement where he would never go to.  Ulsteenya kept rewarding her steed however, lavishing him with attention over the next week and giving him the deepest kisses in preparation for her upcoming project.  Her two lovers however were not allowed to take her pussy again, but she had a plan to satisfy both of them.
	"Mmmm, mmmmglrk," Kunsar gulped, "d-do we have to do this?"
	"Tis your wife's wish," Jeks grinned, rubbing his head.  "I would never deign to disrespect her, your majesty."
	"Mmmmmm, m-mmmrrrrh!"
In his master bedroom, the emperor was on the floor with his head buried in his butler's crotch, the red mountain drake sitting on his haunches with back legs dangling over the bed as Kunsar swallowed his meat.  The ribbed shaft was a full 20 inches, larger than the emperor's which Jeks greatly appreciated seeing Kunsar swallow half of.  The royal struggled on the ribbed length, trying to take it down to the base whilst his wife watched from the nearby couch.  Fingering her pussy in excitement, Ulsteenya said nothing to not disturb the scene, albeit her panting breaths could be heard by both males.
	"Such a skilled tongue you have," Jeks teased with a toothy grin, "your father would be proud of you, with such diplomacy you court."
	"Mmmmmph, gllrrrrk, hhnnnnnrgh!"
	"You could be a marvellous teacher of such oral lectures, perhaps even share some of your techniques with Lady Ulsteenya."
	"GLLRK!" Kunsar pulled off.  "Watch your tongue, servant, she is still present and even if not, I won't have you cast aspersions on her."
	"Tis not an aspersion if it is a fact, my lord," the butler gripped his master's head, "please, allow me to assist in finishing your work."
With a firm shove back down, he forced the emperor to take the entire meat in his gullet, until his hot breaths clouded against the crimson scales and he started choking.  Jeks let him breathe a few times to have a steady pace, but kept a firm grip on the back of Kunsar's head with a grin of dominance that Ulsteenya loved, whilst she pumped her twat with dripping claws.  It was hard for her to keep quiet as Jeks started thrusting in her husband's throat, hearing him choke and cough a few times with pre drooling down his chin.
The emperor tried to be as dignified as he could be whilst sucking off his servant, closing his eyes and curling his tongue around the thick meaty pole whilst Jeks shivered in bliss.  His claws stroked over Kunsar's neck, caressing his shoulders and rolling his hips to get a good steady rhythm.  His pre thickened into the regal gullet, the sounds of gulping could be heard louder with each passing second until Jeks was satisfied enough to push Kunsar off.
	"Would you mind presenting yourself, sir?" he asked gently.  "I have a mighty need for breeding, and Her Majesty is currently indisposed."
	"Hhhhhhrngh," the emperor turned himself round, "don't get too comfortable, you already are with my wife."
	"I would not dream of it," Jeks stepped forth to mount him, "one has always appreciated your warmth."
The stout dragon admired the sight of that long slender jade body showing off his rear beneath his sapphire gown.  A puckered hole showed itself beneath the tail base, and the butler grinded on his taint to feel it twitch with anticipation.  After enough repeated buggerings, Jeks had hoped that the emperor had grown to like it but refused to admit it out of dignity, feeling that telltale quiver when he dragged his cocktip across the hole.  Then he shoved in, feeling it stretch easily around his length with a shudder of joy when he slipped halfway in with practiced ease.
Kunsar grunted as he looked to his wife, his teeth grinding as she pumped away at her clit.  Her whimpers rose higher, watching her husband get bred by the servant who rutted him with a growing beastly sound.  The staunch muscular mountain drake soon hammered his lordship, his thighs clapped like thunder and his snarling groans rippled past the emperor's cheek.  His tongue hung low as he savoured that snug royal taint, his tail lashed out to hit the bed as he resisted the urge to bite down on Kunsar's neck.
His Majesty groaned from the deeper thrusts, the butler's staff drilling him deeper to the hilt as that warm stabbing sensation filled his lower belly, and his back legs twitched with a half-willing state of arousal.  His genital slit opened further with each jab at his prostate, his halberd slithered out and drooled a long line of pre on the carpet.  The empress shifted herself on her seat to get a look at Jeks' rear, watching his spear drive deep as the two males panted with increasing lust.
	"Haaaah, a-aaaah!  I-immaculate, your Majesty."
	"N-NNNNRGH, HAAAAH!"
	"The lady of course is very talented in her own fashion, quite the succulent depths she very graciously allows me."
	"E-ENOUGH, aaaah!  You already have taken my arse, are you never satisfied!?"
	"Tis not a question of satisfaction, good sir," Jeks hissed in his ear, "one must keep themselves well-trained and oiled to please the manor."
Kunsar managed to hold out until his servant would cum, the ruby dragon pumped him faster to a shivering climax of rich commoner seed.  The madame would cum in elation when she saw Jeks' seed drip out of her husband, a trembling sliver of white that pooled between their legs.  Kunsar refused to join him and clenched his thighs, giving a deep sigh of relief when his butler dismounted.
	"Thank you, sir," he trotted off towards Ulsteenya, "did you enjoy yourself, my lady?"
	"Mmmmmhhh yes," she slipped her head down to nuzzle his cock, "mind if I clean you up?"
	"I would be honoured," the red dragon cocked his leg, "such a kind madame you are."
The black serpent sucked his drooling meat, swallowing the whole length to bob gently on the girth until it was cleaned of his cum.
	"Mmmmm-glllrrrk," Ulsteenya licked her ips, "so delicious.  Now I'm nice and ready for riding Sterkoss."
	"Excellent idea," Jeks bowed with a paw on his chest, "shall I prep the saddle for you?"
	"No need," she walked out the room, "I won't be needing one anymore."
	"What does that mean?" Kunsar grabbed a towel from nearby and wiped his rear.  "You're not planning to ride it bare, are you?  You'll hurt yourself!"
	"I know what I'm doing, dear."
	"Fine."  He trotted after her.  "When is Triska returning from her tutelage?  You could have at least told me."
	"You were unavailable, you had your meeting with the Khasna."
The three headed back down to the garden where Sterkoss lumbered about, given his freedom over the great grass since he always kept close to the mansion.  He looked up at Ulsteenya approaching and whipped his tail with excitement, sensing her arousal when he trotted up the patio and started licking over her face.  She gladly opened her mouth to kiss him, sucking his thick hefty tongue that filled her throat with drool, whilst Kunsar sighed and curled up on his outside seat.
	"Would sir care for a drink?" Jeks offered a teapot.
	"Yes, thank you," the emperor pulled up a book, "I need something to refresh myself."
	"We have some kaminaras that just came in from the port city, your favourite."
	"Ohhh well!  Thank you, Jeks, that's very kind of you."
After being given a fresh cup of tea, the servant offered several rectangular biscuits, with caramel squares shaped like the tiles of a marble hall set inside.  Kunsar dipped them in his cup and nibbled away with a happy sound, whilst his wife made out with her steed which by this point, her husband preferred over Jeks.  Sterkoss was a beast, he was not capable of cruelty or envy, he was his wife's toy that she loved a little too much.
	"Now Ulsty," he called to her, "try not to ride him too hard, you'll need your hips for the soirée."
	"Ohhhh I'll try not to," she pulled free from Sterkoss' mouth then brought out a potion from her robe, "but today's a special day, for me and my stallion."
	"Is that a new tonic for his hair?"
	"Nope."
She popped the cork and drank it down, a rich green nectar that swirled down her gut and she felt the swell in her loins.
	"Wh-what is that?!" Kunsar shot up.  "Ulsteenya?!"
	"Pay no attention," the black dragon crawled under the beast, "I'm just giving my steed the best of care, for being such a perfect creature."
	"Ugh, was it not enough watching me and Jeks?"
	"That was the starter!  This, is the main course."
With a grumbling sigh, the emperor went back to his book whilst his wife sucked off the lerch.  Sterkoss shuddered from that familiar feel of her warm tongue, the way it slipped into his sheath and drew a thick musky scent that fogged her nostrils.  A cold spicy odour filled her lungs as she roamed her tongue inside the sheath, when the flaring head thickened out of its sack for her to nurse on.  Her hands slipped over his hefty balls, so thick and robust that she struggled to lift one in a single palm, whilst she wrapped her lips around the throbbing dick.
Her moans were familiar and frustrating to Kunsar, but by this point he kept reading his book whilst nibbling his favourite snack.  Jeks stood vigilant and kept watch on Ulsteenya, the shaggy kelpie loomed above her with swamp-bubble eyes and a crimson cloak that fluttered with his stiff movements.  His feet thudded around her with an increasing urge, his fat cock flopped out before his mistress who lapped across the meat.
	"Did my daughter feel good?" she whispered to herself.  "Such a beautiful thing you are...perhaps it was always meant to be.  I was meant to be...yours."
She rolled her tongue back and forth until he was halfway-hard, savouring the delicious length with its lukewarm texture, and a gamey aroma coated it in a thin film that she licked up every bit of.  Then the precum flowed, and Ulsteenya dipped her head beneath the hanging hose to let a rich dribbling stream pour down her throat.  Once he was fully erect at 42 inches, she brought herself to the patio steps and laid on her back, just as her daughter had done one week prior.
	"Come here Sterkoss...give me a nice fat egg, a big beautiful bouncing lerch."
	"First Triska, now you," her husband scoffed, "what do you see in that beast?"
	"If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand," she made kissy-noises at the stallion, "come on, coooome on, give me a good hard breeding you sexy boy!"
Sterkoss knew exactly what to do, mounting the deck as he slapped his heavy meat across her twitching pussy.  She was twice as large as Triska had been, and therefore much easier to penetrate with a firm shove that made her shriek.  Ulsteenya clenched as the beast stuffed her cunt, a tight fit regardless of her adult size when she groaned at his girth that spread her walls.  Despite having two suitors, Sterkoss was special, bigger and better, more beastly in his ways as his tongue slathered above her head and dripped saliva on her face.
	"AAAAH!  OHHH, yes!  F-fuck me, fuck me you bastard, give me that egg until it bursts my womb!"
	"You do know that can't happen," Kunsar peered over his book, "you already defiled yourself with a servant's seed."
	"Oh-OHHHH, ohhh!" she writhed on the dick.  "Wh-what did you think that potion was?"
	"What do you mean?!  What, what are you planning?!"
	"Lady Dalmissa made a tonic," Jeks bowed to him, "to strengthen her womb and make it adjustable for interbreeding with a lerch."
	"Wh-WHAT!?"
	"Lady Ulsteenya desired a different clutch after my, ahem, contribution.  After discussions with your mother, she yearned to give her beloved steed a child."
	"But, that, th-that's not possible!  No alchemy would make a single tonic work so quickly!"
	"Which is why I've drank five of them," Ulsteenya purred, "over the course of the week.  And he's wearing my womb on his-AAAAAH-h-his cock, ohhh his cock is so good."
	"Th-this is...this," Kunsar hurled the book aside, "why do you continue this torture?!"
	"It's only torture when you reject it," she whimpered beneath thrusts, "e-everyone else embraced it.  Surely you have to."
	"I, I-i will never be part of this d-debauchery."
	"Of course, sir," the butler swept his paw, "your bastion of morality is a shining example, of which I am certain your mother greatly...appreciates."
Kunsar stiffened from Jeks' grin, a knowing smile so terribly enigmatic that both feared and frustrated him.  Did he know?  Did his mother use him again?  Were they in cahoots?  He couldn't tell anymore what his servant thought, or how much power he truly wielded as the screams of his wife distracted him, her body undulated with the slight bulge of Sterkoss' cock.  He sensed her need to breed, and the stallion was more cautious to not drill through her entirely.
Whether by the potion's tint or the scent of his rider, the beast understood to go only as deep as kissing her womb, spreading her luscious walls that dripped profusely with arousal.  Her legs twitched with an aching sigh, the cervix split open with a soft drizzle of red as she moaned in rapture, how his shaft thickened to its reach and grinded the walls of her womb.  Ulsteenya gripped the steed's front legs and pushed herself down to try and feel him grind at the very back, then felt Sterkoss begin to hump her with only half his length.
His staff bent in the middle as he held himself back, feeling the resistance of her womb's walls when he pulled back to floss her canal.  His snorts grew as his balls swung against the patio, dragging the thick flesh across the boards but never fully hilting inside her.  The stallion had waited for this moment, some deep integral part of him had yearned to breed his rider, propagate his young in the most powerful female he had known, the one who tamed her.
	"MMMMPH!  Ha-aaaah!  That's a good boy, keep pounding me good, f-fuck!"
	"Would you wish to retire, sir?" Jeks leaned down to Kunsar.  "I can recommend some new volumes-"
	"No," the emperor snapped, "this is my wife, lest you forget, at the very least I should be at her side."
	"Ohhhhh, thank you," Ulsteenya hissed, "s-such a good husband you are, t-to let me play with my steeeEEEED!"
Kunsar laid back to try and rest, eating his biscuits and sipping his tea with a stiff hand.  Sterkoss humped away with thickening pre pouring out of her cunt, the hot squish of their juices filled their ears as his huffing sounds grew louder.  The patio deck rumbled with his force, his heavy feet clumped the dirt and his tail swished frantically behind with a growing anticipation.  Ulsteenya thought back to her daughter, her corpse still in the basement hidden away as she clenched her claws and felt her tunnel gape to its fullest.
The walls nearly split and the blood trickled faster, but she held on tight and gritted her teeth to let him fuck all he wanted.  His patience was immeasurable, his eyes sunken but happy as his snout flapped with glee at the coming climax.  His nostrils flared with a monstrous neigh, and he flooded Ulsteenya with a tremendous tsunami.  The black drake shrieked with a howl of joy, her belly swelled with a rippling shudder as the throbbing lance undulated between her legs.
Each throb of hefty jizz made its veins throb against her cunt, the rider gasped in elation as a thick balloon stretched her gut, then washed back out in a white sea across the deck.  Despite the lerch's colder body, his semen was a frothing heat that drenched her insides, flooding all her deepest parts until she felt her ovaries swim in his seed.  That soft tingle of impregnation she had known many times made Ulsteenya ripple with excitement, and once Sterkoss had finished cumming, he pulled himself free with a sloppy river.
	"Ohhhh yesssss," the wife slumped in relief, "that's it.  Such a good boy.  I'll make you a great father."
	"Exceptional work, my dear lady" Jeks trotted over with a towel, "your next clutch shall be magnificent."
	"Are you done?" Kunsar rolled his eyes.  "Or would you like to service the other six lerches in the stables?"
	"Don't tempt me," Ulsteenya rubbed herself down, "Sterkoss is special, I'd never cheat on him with another mount."
	"Oh, so you're loyal to HIM, at least."  The husband picked up his book.  "Well, if you are done fornicating with beasts, can we at least have a normal day together without some form of adultery?"
	"Alright then."  She slinked up to her seat beside him.  "Jeks, do we have any more of those kaminaras?"
	"Of course, my lady," the butler offered some biscuits, "would you care for some tea, too?"
	"Yes, thank you."
She nibbled on some tasty treats and savoured her tea, her cunt gaping wide beneath her robe with a steady drip of jizz still leaking out.  The stallion trotted off back to his field with a swinging dick and chewed on the grass, happy to empty his balls with the fervent hope of continuing his line.  Kunsar gave a deep breath and continued reading, oblivious still to his daughter's location and the true plans Dalmissa had.  From above on the second floor, the white dragon peeked out her window with a wicked smile, and returned to bed where her grandson slept with his cock still wet from her juices.