“Just think, you could give the queen another daughter!” Cyurs cheered, thrusting once more into Khem, the now retired royal guard. The dragon felt a jolt of pleasure feeling the old war crocodile’s asshole clench around his dick. Khem himself was thrusting into his own son, Neb. The younger albino crocodile tried to reply, but found himself overwhelmed by pleasure from the golden royal pussy of Seb-Tet.
Khem felt his own dick twitch at the idea of his son impregnating the queen. “It is easier said than done.”
Cyrus reached around and grabbed a handful of the crocodile's beefy chest. “Dont worry about it, I'm sure I'll get her all warmed up. She will be making a huge royal family in no time.”
Seb-Tet arched her back further, pushing up her perfectly round ass to help the male get as much seed out as possible. “Gods yes, I want this royal palace filled!”
The dragon got excited by this even more and he could feel his own climax approaching when a familiar voice snapped him out of his ecstasy.
“Why am I not surprised to find you like this?” The orcish woman spoke, arms crossed in bemusement. She had reverted back to her usual attire, or rather the lack thereof. She had only a skimpy fur top that struggled to hold back her impressive bosom. Likewise their womanhood was hidden by only the most minimum loincloth possible. She had more of her body covered in white paint than she had it covered in clothing.
Cyrus waved one hand, not slowing down the pace of his thrusting at all. “Morn! It's been a while, how have you been?”
“Keeping busy, but clearly not as busy as you.” Morn said, stealing a clear glace at the feminine looking albino crocodile.
Behind the large green woman a much smaller green woman emerged. The goblin was dressed in mostly black, with loose pants and top that would allow her freedom of movement. Her wide hips were totally bare, showing much soft flesh. “Morn told me a lot about you and she was not exaggerating.”
“And you must be Glysh. If you will just give me a moment I will greet you both properly.”
Cyrus grabbed the hips of the crocodile father in front of him, holding him steady as he quickened his pace. His throbbing dragon dick was already near its finishing point. Grunting loud with sweat dripping off his scaley brow he kept going until he could feel his balls starting to clench up. He pushed in deep, stabbing his penis all the way to the hilt as he shot thick loads of semen into the ass of the royal guard. Khem let out a loud moan, stopping his own love making to his son to allow every drop to enter inside him. Cyrus kept his position, letting his still hard cock rest inside of the other man for a moment more and enjoying the afterglow before pulling out. White seed fell to the ground, leaving the crocodile to give a soft moan.
“All right, now to business.” Cyrus said as he gave the royal guard’s ass a slap.
A slim servant poured a tall glass of beer, a specialty of the Djanem kingdom, into the glasses. Cryus took it up and took a hearty swig. Not to be outdone, Morn did the same. Glysh simply took a sip. The group sat in a small rooftop garden that overlooked the city.
“Good to see you haven't changed a bit, I'm sure every night has been late and every morning has been sticky for you.” Morn said, liking foam off her lips.
The dragon spared a glance to another servant, a thin elf woman who gently fanned them with a palm tree. He bit his lip, knowing that despite her denour appearance she was isacable. “What's the point of living if you don't enjoy every moment?”
Glysh chimed in. “Can't argue with that, but let's talk about this quest.”
Cyrus finished his glass, motioning for it to get refilled. While it had too little alcohol content to get someone like him drunk it was incredibly refreshing. “Yes. I've been doing my best to help the kingdom. I get plenty of reports of issues even in neighboring lands. Dealing with bandits, monsters, and the such. There is one report I got that made me worried.”
“Big bad reptile like you scared? So you needed mommy Morn to help you out?”
The black dragon did feel a twitch in his loins at that, but wanted to stay on topic. “How familiar are you with dragon mythology?”
Morn gave a dismissive shrug, she didn't even know orc mythology.
Glysh spoke up. “I know the basics. Mother Dragon created the word. As she made all aspects of existence the elemental dragon gods were created to look over them. Earth Dragon and Water Dragon created the Nature Dragon, things like that.”
“Impressive.” Cyrus said, raising a brow.
“Thanks, I am well traveled. And dragons do hold a bit of a special interest to me.”
Cyrus found it harder to stay on topic now. Even when walking to the gardens he could hear the sound of her meaty green cheeks gently slapping as she walked. Still, he continued. “There are also some evil Dragon Gods. One is the Goddess of Evil Fire.”
“How can fire be evil?” Morn asked. “It's fire.”
“It can get a little complex. Fire can be used to keep one warm on a cold night, or fires of a forge used to create, each of these would fall under their own god’s domain. But when fire is used to kill, burn down forests or homes, it falls to the Evil Fire. Her true name has been lost to history, some believe it was on purpose, fearing saying it gives her power. Eons ago, when the world was young and all the peoples of the world lived only in caves she went mad, attempting to burn the world to cinders. Legends says that a mortal dragon united the peoples of the world to banish her. If these reports are to be believed she may be coming back.”
“That's a big statement.” Morn said. “Never thought I’d have to fight a mad god.”
“I'm hoping we don't have to.” Cyrus said, impressed by Morn’s confidence. “The reports say that a swamp, Darthoo, has had a maligned presence. It saps the life from plants, leaves animals as withered husks. The locals have tried to repel it but to no avail, so they sought me out. They have shown symbols that were sacred to the Goddess in the life stealing growths. I fear if nothing is done the whole swamp will die out. We must investigate to save the swamp and find out more.”
Morn leaned back, putting her bare feet on the table next to her half empty mug. “Is this going to be a charity job?”
Cyrus sighed. He knew Morn was a better person than she would admit. She would not let people die out, but she would allow herself to look too good to do so for free. “This will be a commissioned job, when the swamp is safe the locals will reward us.”
“I'm guessing that's why you asked for me as well.” Glysh stated. “Some sneaky scouting to find out what kind of magical shenanigans are afoot.”
“In these situations knowledge is key.” Cyrus confirmed. “I've already made preparations and we can leave in the morning.”
That night Cyrus slept in his own chambers. He had his own room in the palace, being as good as royalty itself now that he helped both princess and queen give birth. It was luxurious, with drapery and bedding from the corners of the word. He would miss these comforts when on the road, but wanderlust would always be heavy in his heart. The dragon was stirred from his slumber by a low whistle. He sat up from his bed and saw a shadowy figure sitting in a windowsill, silhouetted by the moonlight. Immediately his hand went to his weapon, a combination axe and club, but was stopped when the figure spoke up.
“Easy big guy.”
“Glysh, is that you?” His eyes adjusted to the moonlight, and her curvy figure was unmistakable. He was unnerved by how easy she had gotten in and he only found out about her by making her presence known.
“That's me. Had some trouble sleeping and wanted to know if you could help me out.”
“OH?” The dragon cooed. standing to reveal his full naked body. “The nights of the desert are very cold.”
“That and I'm really horny for that big dragon dick. What do you say we skip all this coy romantic talk and get to fucking?”
Cyrus was very happy to hear how direct she was being. He did realize she traveled with Morn, who much preferred kicking genitals to licking them. “You will hear no complaints from me.”
The goblin only made it up to above his knees, but what she lacked in height she made up for in mass. Lowering his body he grabbed a handful of her plump ass, fingers digging in deep to the soft flesh.
“Morn told me you are a real freak. I got all sweaty walking through the forest and didn't bother to bathe yet. I thought you'd want to do the honors with your tongue.”
Cyrus let out a low growl at this, picking up the goblin and pulling off her clothing. The fabric was removed easily and he was only patient enough to take off her pants to revea her hairy bush fat cheeks. Glysh was placed on the bed, sticking her ass out. “Dig in, big guy.”
Cyrus wasted no time, already feeling blood flow to his dick. His long tongue lapped up each cheek and tasted the salty taste of her old sweat. His nose breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her musk. He couldn't take any more, moving the cleft between her ample cheeks he licked deeply and repeatedly, tasting every inch of her behind.
“Fuck, you dont give a girl a waring.” Glysh mounted, biting her lip. The sensations of getting her ass eaten made her writhe in pleasure. Cyrus kept it up, and went lower to stick out his tongue to run it along her curly pubic hair. He was delighted to feel how thick and full her bush was, the hairs dancing along his taste buds. He Stood up, his fully erect dick slapping with a meaty thud on the goblin’s ass.
“Careful there, big guy. I don't want to have to carry a scaly baby on this journey, so use my other hole.”
Cyrus let out a low growl, more than happy to oblige. “Are you sure you can take it?”
“Are you sure you can give it?”
The dragon didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed his hips back and lined it up with the goblin’s asshole. It was already slick with his saliva and ready to take him. He was stopped by a familiar voice again.
“Can't you two keep it down, I'm trying to sleep!” Morn said, rubbing bloodshot eyes. “If I'm up all night I’ll make sure both of you walk across the desert with limps!”
Cyrus knew Morns' threat was serious. He remembered back to how she looked at Neb. “Why don't you join us? That albino crocodile does love getting bossed around by a strong personality like you.” This was true, he was passed around the guard post like a rag and loved every moment. He tended more to men but enjoyed a woman as well.
Morn raised a brow. “Can he take a pounding?”
Cyrus nodded. “I can personally attest to that!”
Glysh was frustrated by the interruption but Cyrus was more than making up for lost time, sliding every inch of his member into her greedy hole. “By the gods woman you are tight!”
The goblin let out a mixture of moan and proud laugh. “I'm a lot tougher than I look.” Cyrus took her up on that, picking up his pace.
Morn was on top of the crocodile, slamming her round ass onto his erect dick again and again in a furious motion. Her legs flexed with frantic energy as she pushed herself to higher pleasure. Nub writhed on the ground, rubbing his hands across his face as pleasure overtook him. “Please Morn, slow down!”
Morn reached down and grabbed him by the neck, just hard enough to assert control. “You ain't gonna tell me what to do! Got it?”
She could feel his penis twitch at that as he gave a meek nod of acknowledgement.
Cyrus spared a glance at Morn and enjoyed the show, seeing his friend enjoying herself pleased him in several ways. He turned back to his goblin, enjoying the waves of flesh that moved like the ocean as he slammed into her fat ass again and again. He loved the sound of his dragon balls slapping against her in repeated plapping sounds. He was getting lost in his pleasure, grabbing the woman's hips as he picked up his pace. Letting out a growl he lifted the goblin.
“Hey, hey now!” Glysh said, half aroused and half surprised but she made no effort to stop him. The dragon easily picked up the short green woman and used her like a living flesh light, fucking her hader than ever before.
“You're gonna break me in half!” She said, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she was lost in a haze in her mind. The dragon could not process any of the words as he kept going faster and faster until one final desperate push got him over the edge. Pushing his hips and pulling his arms he buried his dick as deep into the woman as he could. His balls clenched up as he pumped shot after shot of white hot cum into her ass. The goblin’s stomach extended, filling up quickly. It was too much and a stream of seman erupted from her mouth and splattered on the ground. Cyrus kept going in short frantic movements, getting as much out of his testicles as he could.
After the afterglow ended he pulled out, gently putting the woman down who coughed up a white load to breathe. He could already feel a new wave of excitement hit him as the goblins' full stomach made her look like she was pregnant. Sparing a glance to his orc friend he could see she had gotten off the crocodile's dick and was rubbing his slick penis in her hand at a blinding pace. The white spot on his white scales let him know that he had cum already, but Morn was not letting him rest. He thought for a moment of how to get her to bully him like that.
“Fuck, I should have just slept.” Morn said, her hair a mess and eyes still tired.
Glysh rubbed her sore ass. “I got some regrets but I wouldn't have changed anything.”
The dragon would have happily spent the whole morning doing it all over again, but the call to adventure was strong in him. The trio walked to the main gate of the palace, supplies packed and ready.
“Darling wait, I need to say goodbye.” An older royal woman, stomach bloated with late pregnancy, hurried to the dragon’s side. “Farewell my love, I will send word when our young is born.”
Morn looked at the woman for a moment before the realization of who she was hit her like a warhammer. “Wait, aren't you the mummy?”
Chatuluka nodded with a smile. “I'm glad you remembered me. I needed to give the father of my child a proper farewell.”
Morn looked at the two. “But you're undead, how did?” Her question died on her lips, her mind reeling.
“Oh darling.” The mummy laughed. “Love finds a way. And a canopic jar kept my uterus and ovaries intact.”
“What? But like you're still- and he-” She stammered before throwing her arms up and walking away, eager to put this foolishness behind her.
Cyrus smiled, he missed Morn a lot. She would make this journey unforgettable. His eyes wandered to her shapely ass, the toned behind flexing as she walked. It would be unforgettable one way or another.”
