The anti-magical amulet worked wonders, dispelling the unnatural sandstorm and allowing the group clear passage. They wasted no time and hurried back to the capital of Kemet. The trip back was as difficult as it was the first time but they were propelled along by Ra-khem-smen-toti practically kicking them each in the rump to hurry them along. The knowledge that a fake was sitting upon the throne was an affront to him and his life’s work. He thought to himself that this was worse than when the god of deception, Sus-tet-baka tried to kill the rest of the pantheon before he was discovered and cast into the void.
Using his authority as the royals personal security he was able to bark orders as the gate guards, who let him past without contesting him. Even the hustle and bustle of the city streets parted to let the stomping crocodile through. Morn, Nena, and Cyrus followed close behind.
Khem knew where the imposter queen would be, sitting lofty atop her stolen throne. The nobles and civilians milling about the waiting room were all shocked by the sudden intrusion. A familiar plump looking woman tried to stop the reptile’s headlong progress.
“Captain, I have been waiting all day to see the queen-”
She couldn't finish her request before she was knocked aside. Khem picked up speed, moving towards the throne room. The captain shouted at the guards in front of the door. They were unsure whether to obey the command or to stand and fight. Khem took advantage, barreling through the door and set his cold eyes on the imposter queen.
“Deceiver!” he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at the woman in the throne.
Instinctively Neb, the albino crocodile, threw himself between the queen and the intruder. Already his curved blades were drawn and he was ready to fight. His hard expression softened when he saw the identity of the intruder. “Father?”
The queen rose to her feet. She spoke with an amused malice. “My, you're back sooner than expected. Did you find my darling daughter?”
Cyrus rushed in behind Khem. “You're really getting ahead of yourself.” He hefted Chatuluka’s amulet high and faced it toward the imposter queen. It shimmered with ancient energy and bathed the woman in light. Her body twisted and changed, forming into her true form. Suddenly the royal advisor was standing where the queen once was. Her fur had shifted to rows of glittering scales, her neck elongated and formed a hood around her head. She was revealed to be a the viper, Nos-Cap-Tet.
Neb’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. “What is the meaning of this?”
Morn and Nena followed close behind, finally catching up with the rest of the gang.
“I do not know all of the details, but the advisor is responsible for the disappearance of the queen and princess.” Khem shouted, voice full of fire and conviction. “Seize her!”
The guards in the room who had just had their weapons trained on the intruders took only a moment to turn their gaze on the imposter queen. They circled around her, spears and shields at the ready.
Nos hissed in fury, her forked tongue flicking out of her mouth. “I would have been a far better queen than that whore Seb-tet. If you will not accept my rule through deception then you shall know my rule through fear!”
Her slit pupils began to glow with unholy light. Her body hovered a few inches off the ground as she whispered cursed magic words. The albino guard swung one of his curved swords at the snake, aiming to incapacitate her. His weapon was mere inches from her flesh before a sudden explosion of energy pushed him back. A thunderous boom pierced the ears of all attending. Neb was hurled backwards, his body crashing against stone walls and tumbling to the ground. Likewise all the guards were thrown back, knocked into unconsciousness by the tremendous force.
“Neb!” The royal guard shouted after his son. His eyes turned on the traitor advisor with newfound anger. Seeing this magic he realized that this was the same magic used to kidnap the royals.
The amulet that Cyrus held began to glow white hot, having absorbed the evil magics. The small jewelry had protected the group as they were next to it, but it overwhelmed it and now it was being destroyed. Even Cyrus, a dragon used to extreme heat, felt agony as it began to burn his hand and he was forced to drop it. It shattered to molten pieces on the stonework ground.
Nos hissed in fury. “That damned trinket. I will have Chatuluka’s tomb razed to the ground as my second command as queen. My first shall be your public executions!” She crouched down and placed her hands down on the ground. Dark energies flowed from her body and to the stone underfoot. She muttered more evil words and shadows gathered and began to take humanoid form. Bright red skin walked from the animated darkness. Countless demons stepped out, each gripping an assortment of burning hot weapons.
“You should have died in the sands like good little adventures.” The advisor sneered, while gulping down air. She leaned heavily on the throne to try and rest, giving a command to her summoned demons. “Take them. I want them alive, but if you must kill them, make it bloody.”
With that the devils charged at the heroes with murderous intent. Each was a twisted mockery of a human, with stretched skin that crackled with an inner fire making each one glow. They all wore no armor, moving like wild beasts with snarling fang filled maws. The sickening stench of brimstone permeated the air. Where each demon formed cracks formed on the chamber's floor.
Cyrus had seen these monsters before. He knew that any fatal damage to them would merely banish them back to whatever hell they crawled out of. The first one came at him, swinging a glowing hot sword at his head. The dragon moved his ax mace to block, his body buckling under the strain of its demonic fury. The dragon leaned forward, shooting his forehead into the nose of the devil. It staggered back, allowing Cyrus to cut it down. No blood spilled from the wound, only a hiss of darkness as the body vanished away.
Khem charged a path through the monsters, barrelling through them using his great shield to smash any opposition aside. He wanted to crouch down and check on the condition of his son, but knew that leaving himself defenseless with his back to his foe would only get them both killed. He instead turned his back to his son, focusing on fighting the demons and keeping his flesh and blood safe. He used his tail to nudge at Neb.
“Son, can you hear me?” He asked. His heart felt a great relief when he could sense his son stirring.
“What's happening?” The albino croaked out, his mind trying to remember what had happened to him before he was knocked senseless.
“Are you all right?” The royal guard asked, reflecting a blow from a demonic weapon.
Neb slowly got to his hands and knees, his senses not fully returned yet. A throbbing in his head and ringing in his ears kept him from fully understanding.
“Neb, please speak to me!” Khem shouted. Several of the demons were overwhelming the crocodile, making their way all around him and starting to slip past his defenses and cutting shallow gashes in his hide as they got around his shield.
All at once the albino crocodile’s senses returned to him. He needed no explanations, seeing a monster sneaking behind his father with a weapon raised was enough to snap him to action. He gripped his sword from the ground and swung it in a wide arc. A gash appeared on the demon's chest before it disappeared from reality.
“Ah ha!” Khem shouted with a wide smile. “In formation, soldier!”
With that command the two fought together as one. Neb uses his quickness to cause shallow damage to foes, allowing his father to deliver a slower crushing blow to finish them off. The duo would keep each others’ back safe, not needing to even speak and fight like they shared one mind.
“You saved me, father.” Neb said, pulling his blade from the chest of a fading demon.
“I am a guard, keeping people safe is part of the job.” Khem responded calmly as he bashed a demon across the face with his halberd. “But more than that you are my son. I will always keep you safe.”
The albino was taken aback, feeling a sense of pride. This was ruined when his father gave him a pat on his rump.
“Good to see you've been keeping up with your training!” He exclaimed with a toothy smile.
“Dad!” The albino’s white face grew flushed.
Morn was having a good time fighting off demons. Striking down literal devils did make her feel like a hero from legend and myth. She used her quick spear to deflect her foe’s savage blows and was able to push her weapon through vital points of the beasts. She heard a snarl behind her, and looking back could see one of the demons was about to strike. She was about to throw herself out of the way, but before she could a splash of water came down on the monster, its inner fire dimming and white hot sword now charred black. Looking above she could see Nena holding a now empty bucket.
Morn nodded in approval and spun to face the stunned foe. She moved her spear between its legs. Snapping left and right she forced the beast into an awkward wide stance. Pulling upward with every muscle in her body she brought the wooden shaft of her weapon harshly to the groin of the demon. Its mouth formed a perfect circle as it moaned in higher pitched agony. Falling to its knees and holding its bruised bits an empty bucket fell and covered its head.
“You really like to hit opponents there.” Nena commented.
Morn only shrugged. “If it works.”
Cyrus was happy to see the tide of the battle turning in their direction. He holsterd his axe mace as a demon tried to stab at him. He gripped the devil by the shoulder and thigh, lifting it bodily above his head. With a rear he tossed it at a group of remaining monsters, each one tumbling down.
“No!” The advisor hissed, her indignation clear. “I've come too far for it to end like this!”
“Your demons are falling fast, give yourself up!” Cyrus shouted, hitting a heroic pose.
Even through exhaustion she pushed herself to cast another spell. Extending her hand out she conjured fourth a cage containing two cowering figures. Cyrus’ brow went up when he saw that one was definitely Seb-Tet the queen, as he had seen the advisor in this form, and he could guess the other was Neith the princess. They both looked confused and terrified, blinking and trying to have their eyes adjust to the brightness. Neilith looked much like her mother, a jackal of jet black fur.
Nos raised a scaly hand to the captives and red energy shot out and engulfed the women. They screamed out in pain. Cyrus had no idea what was happening but knew he had to stop it. He charged headlong through the remaining demons, ignoring any cuts their demonic weapons caused him. Running full speed up the stairs leading to the throne he threw his shoulder into the snake, knocking her to the ground and disrupting any spell she was casting. The dragon looked at the captive women, happy to see they were still alive.
“Those royals are good for something.” The snake hissed, slowly rising to her feet. Her body throbbed and crackled. Arms and legs grew longer and thicker, and once slender arms bulged with muscles. Her robes strained under the newfound mass, ripping at the seams. The advisor smiled, her long sharp fangs gleaming. “Their royal blood is very potent.”
Cyrus unsheathed his ax mace, spinning it so the blunt end was being used and swung it full force at Nos. She caught it effortlessly with one hand and with a grunt of effort squeezed it hard enough to shatter the weapon to pieces. Cyrus dropped the now useless metal as the snake brought her fist crashing into him. He was only able to bring his forearms up to block it at the very last moment. His limbs cried out in pain, feeling like he just blocked a swing from a warhammer. He had to stumble back to keep balance. Though they hurt like hell his arms were not broken.
“More brutish than I normally like, but this works well.” The snake stated with a satisfied smile. Clenching her now much more bulky fist she stepped forward, stopping her bare foot on the ground hard enough to crack the stonework. She threw a powerful punch, but the dragon was able to avoid it. She kept trying to strike him, but it was clear she had no experience in melee combat and was hoping her sheer strength could win her the battle. Cyrus ducked and weaved, moving aside to have every blow hove harmlessly past him.
Nos hissed in frustration, baring her fangs and lunging at the dragon. He tried to dodge, but she was too fast. Cyrus crashed to the ground, his spine screaming in pain and head thrashing. He had no time to recover, as a vicious hiss was heard above him. Looking up he could see a pair of needle sharp fangs closing in on him. The snake got on top of the dragon and bit downward at his chest. By pure reflex the dragon grabbed the teeth and tried to push them back. His forearms bulged as the muscles worked as hard as possible to keep the killing edge away from him. Nos pushed harder and shakily got closer, inch by inch. The fangs dripped with deadly venom and the dragon could feel it already beginning to pool on his chest, and it already started to sizzle on his scales. He knew he was in a disadvantageous position and soon the deadly poison would be in his body if he didnt do something. Thinking like his orcish companion he shot his knee upward and into the groin of the snake. He could feel the hard bone of his joint connecting to soft sensitive flesh with a satisfying crunch.
The female’s eyes bugged out of their sockets for a brief moment as she let out a low groan of pain. Cyrus was able to easily overpower her and shoved her aside and hit the queen’s stone throne. She curled up with her hands cradling her aching womanhood. Cyrus brushed away the venom on his chest, the liquid already causing a small rash on his yellow scales. His fingers felt cool as they touched the cooling amulet he still had on his neck.
Nos slowly rose to her knees, one hand still on her crotch. “Damn you. How did you even see past my disguise? It was perfect!”
The dragon stood proud. “It was your pussy. Evil pussy never feels as good as righteous pussy!”
The woman was stunned into silence, feeling like she was wasting breath on either a madman or a horny fool. She gripped the armrest of the throne and broke off the ornate stone like it was stale bread. She took a wild swing at the dragon, who ducked it easily. Cyrus grabbed the back of the snake’s head and tucked it firmly between his legs. Gripping her hips he lifted upwards. Her new size made her much more heavy than expected and the dragon strained with the effort. His muscles strained and glistened with sweat but he was able to heft her off her feet, flipping her until she now sat atop his shoulders. Taking a few steps to build up speed he took a powerful leep down the stairways of the throne. Nos screamed all the while she flew through the air. Cyrus leaned forward and slammed her body full force into the ground. The crashing sound echoed, drawing the attention of the fighters and what few demons remained. The flood crumbled and shattered, giving way and dropping everyone into the room below. Below the throne room was the queen’s personal treasure room. Four large braziers burned and bathed the room in an orange glow. Piles of gold, jewels , and priceless artifacts were knocked around haphazardly as stone and bodies fell atop. The last few demons vanished into puffs of smoke as they left this plane of existence. Orc, lizards, and dragons all sprawled onto either the ground or piles of riches as they landed. The caged queen and princess remained in what was left of the throne, their cage dangling on the edge of ruined stonework floor.
Nos pounded a fist into the ground, her voice growing deeper as more dark energy encased her body. “I've changed my mind.” She growled as she once more began to grow. Muscles grew to impossible mass, her legs and arms extended and she now towered over everyone present. The last remnants of her clothing burst as they failed to hold her amazing muscles.
“I'll rip you all apart with my bare hands!” She roared loud, her voice powerful enough to feel like a punch to the chest to all the heroes.
Neb gripped his remaining sword. “How can we defeat her now?”
Morn took the charge. “Hit her until she goes down!” She stabbed out with her spear, but found it could not pierce the snake’s supernaturally tough hide. Neb swung his sword but it only ricocheted off the woman’s scales. Cyrus picked up a rather heavy looking golden statue of a jackal. Hoping it wasn't too valuable he put as much force into his swing as he brought it into Nos’ back. She stumbled and roared at that.
“She can still be hurt with blunt force damage!” Cyrus shouted, even as the gold in his hand shattered to bits.
Nos swung her massive arms in a wide arch, pushing back dragon and crocodile alike. She reached out and grabbed Morn, her fingers easily able to wrap around the orc’s midsection. The snake lifted the fully grown woman in the air as easily as she would a ragdoll. With a sadistic smile she began to squeeze. Morn yelled out in pain, feeling the scaly fingers dig into her skin, compressing her body. She stabbed at her attacker’s wrist with her spear, but even with her impressive strength she was only able to draw the smallest trickle of blood.
“Morn!” Khem shouted as he charged Nos with his shield raised high. The snake flung the orc away. The green woman crashed into a pile of golden trinkets, each treasure glittering as it scattered about. Nos turned, swinging her fist into the royal guard’s shield. The blow was much more forceful than Khem expected and his shield was knocked from his hand. Before he could recover the freakishly muscular snake punched him in the chest. Coughing up blood he was blown backwards, his body rolling and tumbling through broken stonework and gold. When he finally reached a stop he tried to bring himself to his feet, but found he didn't even have the strength left to get to his hands and knees. Looking up he could see Nos getting ready to crush his head with her foot.
“Any last word, loyal guard?”
“May Ammit eat your fetted heart.” He croaked out definitely.
“I never needed it.” Nos said coldly as she raised her foot high and put all her weight down. Khem closed his eyes, ready to enter the Hall of Two Maats. A thunderous crash was heard.
Opening his eyes the royal guard was prepared to see the afterlife, but instead saw a pale white figure standing before him.
“Son?” Khem asked, shocked. He looked up, seeing that his son had taken up his shield and was straining to push back the snake’s stomp. “She is too strong, don't get yourself killed!”
“I am a guard, keeping people safe is part of the job.” Neb grunted through gritted teeth. While he was nowhere near as bulky as his father he was no less strong. His every muscle cried out as it struggled to keep back Nos’ weight and power.
“Son.” Was all Khem could say, heart filled with pride. Even then, Neb was losing ground, and soon his body was about to give out.
“Die together then, I won't separate father and son!” Nos cackled in cruel delight. Her murth was cut short as a glint of metal shot through the air and hit her square in the crotch. She howled in pain, letting off of her assault to step back and hold her bruised womanhood.
Nena buzzed in the air, her face deadly serious. “Exoskeleton is always better than scales!” She screamed triumphantly as she threw another gold coin harmlessly at the snake’s head. Her first thow was aimed true, as the snake was nude her clitorus was an easy mark.
“Wretched bug, I’ll pluck your wings for this!” Even as she threatened she was still forced into an awkward hunch.
Cyrus ran from behind her, leaping up and placing his shoulder under the snake’s chin. He wrapped his arms around her head, holding her tight. On his descent he lifted his legs, bringing Nos’ jaw crashing into his shoulder as his rump hit the ground.
Morn picked herself up, spitting out a glob of blood. Seeing that Nos was hurting and distracted she got a wicked idea. “Hey, femboy croc!” She yelled, getting Neb’s attention. The orc motioned for him to follow her lead. Getting behind the giant snake each adventure wrapped their arms around Nos’ calves. They yelled as they strained to lift her upwards. The snake straightened, trying to keep balance.
“It's up to you, big guy!” Morn screamed at the top of her lungs as she and Neb began to lean forward.
Cyrus picked himself up, and felt a heavy golden chain around his hand. Picking it up and wrapping it around his fist he felt like this would help add much more force. As Nos tumbled forward Cyrus brought his fist upward, using every muscle in his legs, back, and arm to make the blow as heavy as possible. The gold shattered as it made impact with the snake's jaw, and one of the woman’s deadly fangs flew from her mouth and clattered to the ground.
Nos fell limply, as did Morn and Neb after letting go of her legs.
Pushing himself upward Neb asked. “Is she?”
He could not finish his question, as the woman’s body suddenly began to crackle and his. Her muscles melted away, limbs shortening back to how she looked before she absorbed the royal’s life energy.
Cryus flexed his hand, his knuckles sore but not broken. “She’s still breathing, looks like she will be out cold for a while.”
“Thank the gods.” Neb sighed out breathlessly as he allowed himself to slump to the ground to rest.
A shriek rang out and all eyes were drawn to the cage the queen and princess were in. The stonework that kept them suspended crumbled and threatened to drop them into a roaring brazier.
“No, no!” Khem shouted as he tried in vain to rise to his feet. Cryus saw how flimsy the stone looked, and knew he would not make it in time to catch them even with a full sprint. He felt a cool sensation on his chest and he remembered his cooling amulet. He recalled that the merchant who sold it to him told that if broken it could put out fires. He ripped it from his neck and prayed to all the dragon gods that it was not an empty boast from a charlatan. Seb and Neith screamed as they began to fall towards the inferno below. Throwing with all his might the crystal flew through the air and landed into the heart of the fire. Brilliant blue light exploded outward, killing the flames in an instant. Cyrus rushed to the lip of the brazier and peered above. He let out a sigh of relief to see the royals, while shivering and covered in soot, were both alive and well.
“So youre the Cyrus my husband and son have been raving about.” The very tall and rotund crocodile woman said with a giggle that practically made her whole body bounce. She was wide as she was tall and the dragon had to mentally congratulate Khem on his choice of wife. “I'm busy making dinner, but the boys are out in back. I know they are just dying to see you.”
With that the woman turned and made her way back to the kitchen. Cyrus could smell whatever she was cooking and knew it would be delicious. However he was more tempted to sink his teeth into something else as he watched her perfectly round cheeks wobble as she walked away. Trying to not get himself too excited he walked through the house, enjoying the comfortable nature of it. While it was not a grand mansion it was obviously very luxurious. Walking through and into the back yard he was impressed to see a large pond had been dug out, with a wall separating the small oasis from the outside wall. The pond was large enough for even the large crocodile to swim in comfortably with plenty of room to spare. Trees and greenery littered the yardscape, making the water seem especially enticing. He could see a dark green head poking above the water’s surface, floating lazily as the rest of the body remained submerged. The dragon was surprised to see a pale reptilian head floating in the water as well, but this one had its mouth wide open and long legged birds were standing on its tongue and picking the teeth clean of any loose food.
Cyrus enjoyed the scene, the relaxing nature almost overtaking him to sit down and join them. He fought against it, letting out a cough to make his presence known.
A lazy eye turned to focus on him. “Oh, Cyrus.” Khem said as he started to walk his way out of the water. The noise scared away the birds, stirring the albino son. He looked around and spotted the dragon he moved to get out of the water. Both crocodiles were totally nude, bodies glistening from the water. The father was as muscular and imposing as ever, and even the injuries he got form Nos were healing up very quickly. The son, while slim, had very toned muscles and they danced under the pale white of his scales. Cyrus also noted with much delight that their slits were on full display. As they were cold blooded their testicles did not need to be on the outside, so from the outside all that could be seen when they were not aroused was a slit on their crotch. The dragon had to admit that after a few painful shots to the balls he was envious of the idea of having his sensitive organs tucked away safely inside his body.
“It is good to see you both, sorry to interrupt.” Cyrus said, with a wave and forcing himself to keep eye contact. While he wanted to oggle every inch of both guard’s bodies he at least wanted to pretend he could be civil.
“No trouble at all. Floating in the lake like that is the best way for us to relax.”
“It looked very calming.” Cyrus admitted. “I wanted to see how you two were doing after the fight. I heard you were healing up well, but I wanted to see for myself.”
Khem pounded a proud fist into his chest. “I've taken even worse in the past!” He thought for a moment, his face turning more serious. “I thank you for coming over, but there was one thing I wished to say. Cyrus, I hope you do not mind.”
The dragon shook his head, showing that he may speak as he pleased. Khem walked to the wall of the backyard, picking up his towering shield. It had an indent where it had been struck, but it would be easily repaired. He picked up the heavy piece of metal easily and walked to his son.
“I want you to have this, Neb.”
The son started in surprise, his eyes darting to the shield and back to his father. “Khem, sir.” He stuttered.
“Seeing you fight the imposter showed me how much you have grown. You have all the qualities a captain of the royal guard needs and more. The safety of the queen is best kept in your hands. I will be stepping down and retiring.”
Neb started to protest, but was silenced by his father. “Do not fret, I have been thinking about this for a long time now. I am getting too old to fulfill my duties. And besides, I will still serve the royal family as a trainer, someone must whip the new recruits into shape.”
The albino thought for a moment, the gravity of the situation hitting him at once. His young heart swelled with pride, knowing that his father would never speak of such things unless he truly meant it. “Thank you, father. I will make you proud.”
Khem placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You already have.”
The two embraced, holding each other longingly. Cyrus felt his own heart start to tug, feeling second hand emotion. Neb placed his new shield gingerly on the ground, letting it lean against a nearby tree. He turned and resumed hugging his father, but this time much more energetically. His hands exploded the body of his father, feeling up his strong shoulder, gliding across the softer scales of his underbelly, and even grazing his slit. Suddenly he pushed away.
“What is wrong?” Khem asked.
Neb blushed. “I forget myself. I know you have been so stressed about the kidnapping that you have not been in the mood for some time. Not to mention you are still recovering.”
There was some truth in Neb’s words. The kidnapping had taken its toll on his libido and he was not in the mood for any sexual activity with his wife or son outside of a few playful gropes. He dispelled any such notions now as the now retired guard leaned in, kissing his on the maw. Neb returned the gesture, kissing his father deeply in return. Khem reached down, giving his son’s rump a hearty squeeze.
“Gods above, I shall never tire of this.”
Khem suddenly remembered he had a guest. “Oh, Cyrus, sorry I didn't mean to-” He cut himself off, seeing that the dragon’s loincloth was sticking fully upwardward, a wet spot of pre cum already starting a stain. “We could always use a third.”
Neb looked a little shy, but it was obvious he enjoyed the idea as well. Cyrus needed no further encouraging, walking up and placing his arms around the hips of both crocodiles. “I've had dreams like this since I met you two.”
“I think you still deserve a reward for all the good you've done for the kingdom.” Khem practically cooed. Father and son joined in, both hands exploring the dragon’s body.
“Daddy, I’ve never felt a dragon before.” Neb moaned as he gave Cyrus’ pectoral muscle a squeeze and delighted in how firm it was.
“Oh?” Cyrus asked with an arching brow. “Is it daddy now?”
Khem’s mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. “When he gets in the mood it's always daddy. And it's always hot.”
Cyrus felt his dick twitch at this, he thought for a moment he died in the battle and was now in heaven. “I'm going to be taking daddy for a moment, I've been waiting way too long for this.”
The dragon pulled the older crocodile close, facing him he moved his throbbing dick to the Khem’s slit and started to push. It was leaking pre cum and the semi clear liquid acted as a lubricant. Khem grunted as the slit parted to allow the other male’s member inside. It stung a little but it was a very delighted pain. Pushing harder the dragon entered the male, and was amazed by the unique sensation. It was very tight, and the feeling was unlike any he felt before. It wrapped around his penis in such a novel way that he could only shudder in delight.
“Fucking my daddy’s slit? Cyrus you bad boy!” Neb moaned, his hands wrapping around the dragon and practically hanging off him.
“I like this side of your son.”
“He has one hell of a wild side. But enough talk. Fuck my slit good and hard!” Khem demanded.
Cyrus was all too eager to oblige. He bucked his hips back and forth, exploring the new orifice eagerly. The dragon let out a shameless moan as he could feel the other male’s dick rubbing against his while inside. It was throbbing hard and would no doubt be springing out if the dragon pulled out. Cyrus knew he would not be pulling out, not until he shot every last drop of cum he had stored in his balls.
Cyrus did notice that Neb had stopped groping him, and instead got down on his knees to stare at the male’s crotches with wrapped interest. He was amazed seeing the long thick yellow member, his father’s slit fucked hard like a cheap whore, the fat full testicles swinging and slapping against the underside of Khem’s crotch. Knowing he was being observed so closely only pushed the dragon further. He grabbed the father crocodile’s hips and took full control of the rhythm. His pace grew more frenzied.
“Look as close as you want.” Cyrus managed to get out between grunts, knowing he would soon climax. He could see that Khem was enjoying it too, taking the large member like a champ and pushing back so his penis pushed deep inside as possible. It was all the dragon could take and he let out a powerful roar, his balls clenching up in his scrotum as he came. He did not stop, fucking the crocodile harder and faster to get as much jizz out as possible. The sloppy mottion caused gush after gush of white semon to splash out of the slit, thick ropes hitting the albino’s face. The seed almost blended into the white scales.
Once the powerful orgasm faded the dragon pulled out, and thick hot streams of white cum dripped out of the slit like an overfilled vagina. It only took a moment for the crocodile’s penis to pop out, practically bouncing in its eagerness. It was dripping wet with the dragon’s cum. Cyrus let out a shuddering moan, in satisfaction and seeing how his seed was being used.
A feminine voice caught the attention of all the male. “Good to see you boys are working up an appetite.” They all turned to see the wife with a wide happy smile.
Khem waved his arm. “Come join us, beloved. This dragon’s dick is an experience!”
The thick woman brushed him aside. “Sorry, love, but dinner is almost ready and I won't let it burn after I've been working on it all day.”
“Thank you for thinking of us.” Cyrus said, still catching his breath. “I will be having you for dessert afterwards.”
“Oh you.” The woman giggled, turning to walk back to the kitchen. Cyrus once more stared at her ample backside as she left.
Khem turned his attention to the dragon. “That was good, but I've always preferred to be a giver rather than a taker.”
Both large males turned to face the albino, still on his knees and cum on his face. The dragon opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as the younger male practically sprang to his feet. His excitement to please is evident.
Still, Cyrus took a moment to brush his hand along the jaw of the smaller male. “My seed looks good on you. But it would look best inside you.” The dragon leaned in, dragging his tongue across the top of the snout of the crocodile and lapped up a line of his own cum. Neb shuddered in pleasure, the words and worm tongue making him weak in the knees. Still, Cyrus reached back and finally gave the albino’s ass a squeeze. “I can see why daddy loves this so much.”
Khem walked in, his slick penis rubbing against his son’s thigh. “We can both be his daddy for tonight.”
The albino was sandwiched between two massive walls of scaley muscle, the males happy to compress him comfortably between them.
Cyrus picked up Neb by his armpits, lifting him so he was a foot off the ground. Khem grabbed his son by the tail, forcing his ass up into the air and angling his slit so it was facing directly downward. The albino let out a soft moan from feeling his tail pulled. The two larger men brought their massive members together, the heads rubbing against the pseudo vagina.
“Seems pretty tight, are you sure you can take all of this?” Cyrus asked. He was confident that the young man would be able to handle even the combined manhood of himself and Khem, but really wished to hear him say so.
“I can take it, please don't hold back.” Neb said, bringing one hand to his mouth and gently biting a finger in anticipation.
Not wanting to wait any longer to test out this boy pussy Cyrus moved his hips upward, his still cum covered penis sliding into the orifice with surprising ease. Khem followed after, and the dragon enjoyed the sensation of the other man’s manhood rubbing the underside of his own.The slit was surprisingly elastic, stretching to accommodate both men. Neb showed no discomfort, instead only loudly moaning for the dragon.
Khem smiled. “My boy here is very popular in the guard house.” He said as he groaned in pleasure as he buried the rest of his shaft. “While on duty you can't have any distractions, and Neb is an expert in making sure any pent up frustrations are relieved.”
Cyrus and Khem drilled into the albino’s tight slit with abandon seeing how well the younger man could take it. Neb writhed and screamed in ecstasy, losing much of his ability to speak as his hole was stretched out.
Khem had fun sometimes pulling on his son’s tail. This made the slit contract, adding a delicious pressure around both cocks that kept thrusting inside it. Cyrus loved when Neb would wrap his arms around him, scratching at his back. While his nails were nowhere near strong enough to break through the tough scales, the knowledge the was feeling was good enough for him.
Khem gave a satisfied smile as he looked at Cyrus. “Have you ever heard of the old legends of feminine males? They had all the bits of man, but could get pregnant.”
Cyrus leaned in, lustily speaking to the albino. “You hear that? You think you are a femboy who can get pregnant? Want us to knock you up?”
Neb was able to register this, even as his toes curled up in delight. “Yes please! Give this femboy a whole clutch of dragons and crocodiles!”
This was enough for Cyrus, who was already near the edge. He gave one last full thrust and came inside the smaller male. The feeling of hot streaming cum helped Khem climax as well, his internal testicles pumping out a long stored load into his son’s slit. The two male’s semen mixed together, their seed becoming as one. The son’s stomach began to expand, filling up to accommodate the sudden influx of jizz. This filled the male with ecstasy, his moans turning more frantic and less cohesive.
Khem reached around, gently patting his son’s distended stomach. “Looks like we knocked him up good. I'm expecting a lot of eggs.”
Cyrus shuddered. “Gods, where have you two been all my life?”
Cyrus, Morn, and the rest of the heroes were honored with many parties and great feasts. Several were thrown by various nobles seeking to simply gain political favor being seen with the saviors of the kingdom, not that Cyrus minded or Morn noticed. Once the throne room was repaired its opening ceremony was marked by a large party. The orc and dragon grew particularly fond of the Djanem’s specialty alcoholic drink called beer. It was sweetened with fruits, giving it an amazing taste. The trio were initially surprised by the fact the consistency of the drink was somewhat like honey. After a few swings they could not get enough.
It was after a day full of celebration the duo was summoned to the royal’s private bedchambers. They could not refuse, not that they wished to. Both stepped in with interest and excitement. Even if they had been gulping down beer it was nowhere near as strong as the drinks they were used to, so they only had a buzz going on.
Cyrus was amazed to see the size of the royal bed, it was large enough to be a room in and of itself. It was strewn about with pillows, blankets, and any other comfort a sleeper could want. The sweet smell of perfume hit both adventurer's nostrils, even as the open window brought in the crisp night air.
Atop the bed were the royals, both lounging casually and beckoning the two to come closer. They both were dressed in sheer silk garments that provided a semblance of modesty. they had more jewelry on than actual clothes, and the gold of their trappings matched their golden nipples and vagina
“We were thinking that you deserve a real reward.” Seb-Tet cooed as she crawled on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed, her full swinging breasts hanging off her chest. She reached out and grabbed Cyrus by the waistband of his loincloth and pulled him closer. Instantly memories of how good the pussy of Chatuluka, the mummy from the tomb, felt and his penis was throbbing to life from just the mere thought of feeling something like that again.
Morn seemed less enthusiastic. “I was hoping for something more like gold as a reward.”
The princess, Neith, held up two fingers and slid her golden tongue between them. “You will have plenty of gold, do not fear.”
The orc remembered the dragon going on about the smoothness of the royal’s pussy so she couldn't help but wonder if her mouth was as good. Feeling a tinge of anticipation, Morn decided to go along with it.
Cyrus needed no convincing , feeling the queen planting her lips on the tenting loincloth was stirring him to lust already. Just the knowledge that a queen, a ruler of an entire kingdom, was worshiping his cock was extremely arousing to him. his mind was imagining the countless number of servants, nobles, or guards that fantasized about this. And he was getting to live it. The feeling of the woman's soft full lips on the head of his penis brought him back to reality, it seems that she had pushed aside his loincloth to get at the manhood underneath. She opened her mouth wide, swallowing up the yellow scaled penis with a practiced ease. The dragon could feel his toes curling and his claws scratching marks in the ground. The queen bobbed her head back and forth, tongue expertly feeling around and lapping up the dragon’s impressive manhood. He looked over and saw that Morn was enjoying herself as well. Her green muscular arms were wrapped around the princess, running hands up and down her back. She reached low, squeezing a handful of the princess’s jet black ass.
Seb gagged on the dragon’s cock and pulled out to breath. “I've sucked more dicks than I could count, but this is one of the biggest!” She said in amazement as she turned away from the dragon, raising her ass high up for his enjoyment. “Now, obey your queen and fuck me!”
Cyrus had to revisit his previous mental image of him getting to have sex with someone others could only dream of, but knowing how promiscuous the royals were ignited all new fantasies in his mind. He pushed these aside, as he grabbed both round plump cheeks of the queen and pushed them aside to reveal that her anus was as golden as her vagina. The dragon slid his penis into the woman’s golden slit and let out a low lusty moan as the soft and warm walls of her womanhood wrapped around him.
“Good hero, surely a warrior like you can handle your weapon better than that?” The queen asked, turning to look behind at the dragon with a sly smile.
Cyrus realized that the queen must have gotten this reaction a fair few amount of times, men lost in ecstasy from just putting it in. With that the dragon pushed on, thrusting his hip as he plunged all the way inside. He felt like he was a virgin again, struggling to keep from cumming too fast.
His concentration was interrupted by a high scream beside him. Turing the dragon could see that Morn had her crotch above the princess’ open mouth as she lay on her back.
“What's wrong?” Neith asked, her lips glistening with traces of Morn’s nectar as she stuck out her golden tongue. “I only just started.”
Morn let out a sigh. “Fuck. You feel- You feel really good.” Her face was flushed a darker shade of green when she saw that Cyrus was looking at her.
“Don't feel embarrassed!” The dragon said with a toothy grin. “If it makes you feel better I am not faring much better.”
Cyrus let out a laugh, feeling silly for struggling so much before. He was not meant to worry about anything right now, just enjoy himself fully. Besides, the night was still very young. With that he renewed his thrusts, moving with reckless abandon. Much to his delight he could feel the queen pushing back to accept his assault. She arched her back, pushing up her beautifully rounded ass. He couldn't resist and grabbed his cheek firmly. Seb moaned, clearly enjoying the attention.
Morn lowered her hips back on the princess’s mouth, and she was lapping up the green snatch with enthusiasm. The orc had to keep a hand over her lips to keep from crying out in pleasure. Still, she lowered more of her weight on the princess and grinded her crotch greedily on Neith’s face. Her royal tongue dug deep into her womanhood, hitting every last right place to drive her wild.
Cyrus felt he was nearing climax. “Do you wish for me to finish inside? I'm not sure how getting a royal pregnant would be politically.”
Seb could only smile. “Go wild, it's infamously difficult to knock up someone of the royal bloodline. If you do give us a child it would be a miracle.”
The dragon smiled at this. “I am something of a miracle worker.” He said as he grabbed the queen’s hips as he went fast to push himself over the edge. Seb’s words gave him a motivation to fill her up as much as possible to ensure she would get pregnant. It was that thought that helped him climax, not even the amazing smoothness of her crotch. He let out a mighty roar as he came, his dick shooting stream after stream deep into her womb as possible. It filled to the brim, overflowing and dripping onto the bedding.
Morn followed soon after, pulling up and squirting a hot stream of womanly juices all over the face of the princess. Neith kept her mouth wide open, swallowing up as much as possible. The orc let herself fall to the side, breathing heavy as she tried to recover. “I can barely feel my legs.”
Cyrus kept his dick inside for a moment more before pulling out, letting the streams of white semen drip out to contrast the queen’s black fur. “Out of stamina already?” He joked.
The jade woman did not take that lightly, finding renewed vigor to keep going. The black dragon could only smile, knowing how much he would enjoy this night.
Hours later the scent of perfumes was overtaken by the scent of sweat and sex. Several empty cups lay strewn on the floor, servants needing to bring in refreshments to help keep everyone hydrated. Cyrus lay down with both royals leaning on his chest. He was still slick with sweat, not that the women seemed to mind. Both of their slits dripped out with fresh semen. Morn was out of the bed, draining the last remnants of a flagon of water into her mouth. As she chugged the last few drops she let out a satisfied sigh.
The musky room suddenly felt dry as a gust of wind blew in. Sand drifted and coralessed at the foot of the bed. It began to form a humanoid shape, gaining more mass and cohesion by the second. Cyrus and Morn shot up, ready to defend themselves from whatever this was. Both relaxed when a familiar voice sounded.
“Hello, darlings!” Before them stood the former queen Chatuluka. She appeared as she did in life, albeit still covered in her mummification bandages.
“Mommy!” Seb yelled and ran to hug the newcomer.
“Granny Chat!” Neith followed up. Both royals scampered, still nude, to embrace their ancestor. “How are you here?”
Chat looked a little displeased to be called ‘granny’ but let it slide. She was happy to see everyone alive and well. “I was looking around the afterlife and neither of you two or any of the adventuring team were in there, so I assumed everything went well. Still, I pulled a few strings and got to come back for a visit.”
Morn was still in fight mode, not as relaxed as everyone else. “What do you mean ‘pulled some strings?”’
The mummy merely shrugged. “The authority of royalty holds sway even in the lands beyond. But enough of that, I can see you are giving the heroes the proper reward they deserve.”
The princess’ smile grew much more sly. “I'm not sure, these two are rather insatiable. I think we could use some help with this task.”
“Believe me darling.” Chat said as she led the princess by the hand to the dragon. “I know of this one’s endurance . I want him to not be able to walk when we are through. Daughter, do keep our orcish friend entertained.”
The queen gave a nod, walking up to the greenskin.
Chat and Neith walked up to either side of the dragon. He moved to start to get up, but the mummy’s hand upon his chest kept him on his back. “Relax for now, you'll need your strength for me.”
Cyrus could not disobey a command like that, so he nestled back and enjoyed the view. Chat took up his slowly hardening manhood in his hand. She bit her lip, already anticipating the pleasure this thick rod would bring her. She looked to her granddaughter, pushing out her chest. “Care to help me?”
Neith smiled as the two women sandwiched their breasts around the dragon’s dick. The soft warm flesh excited Cyrus. The mummy had much larger boobs, and they were more than enough to encapsulate the entirety of his mighty shaft. While the princess’ assets were smaller they were no less amazing, their perky nature added a firmness that her grandmother had lost. The dragon leaned back, relaxing and enjoying the feeling of both women polishing his rod.
Morn was enjoying her time with the queen. She had given the royal the steps to an specific orc mating dance that she would love to see the queen to. This was new to Seb, but she was willing to oblige. The royal had her back turned to the orc and bent over to show off her ass best she could. The queen was no stranger to dancing, but this one focused entirely on making her butt wiggle and jiggle. She felt a little awkward. Morn sat back and enjoyed the show, happy she got a queen to twerk it.
Cyrus was fully erect, his dick throbbing even after hours of continuous use.
“Are all dragons as endowed as you?” The mummy asked as she used her hands to push her breasts up and down on his yellow penis.
Cyrus tilted his head. “Truth be told, I'm about average. There are other dragon breeds that put me to shame.”
Chat raised both brows. “Really? I may need to visit the dragon’s afterlife some time.”
The dragon could only chuckle, he felt he had given a great gift to any dead dragons out there. Chat couldn't take it any longer, she moved back and stuck her ass high up, letting her knees sink into the padding of the bed. “I've been thinking about your cock a lot since last we parted, give it to me again.”
Cyurs got up to meet her, sliding his dick between the crevasse of her ass. He could not resist just a little more teasing, making her anticipate it even more would make finally putting it in all the sweeter. The dragon moved his hips forward, the tip of his dick dabbing a glob of pre cum to the base of the jackal's tail and making his balls rub against her cunt. The woman bit her lip, while it's not what she asked for, the feeling of those cum filled testicles touching her slit was a pleasurable experience . After some more teasing the dragon though she was warmed up enough, and lowered his hips to get inside her womanhood. It slit in easily and felt just as amazing as it had when they had sex in the tomb.
Morn had enjoyed the show, but the amateur mating dance had done its trick and her loins demanded satisfaction. Without wasting words the orc went up to the queen and spun her to be face to face. “Let's see if your tongue is as good as your daughter.”
Seb was ready to lower herself to give oral, but Morn was first to do so. She twisted her back and wrapped her arms around the queen’s waist. The jackal was confused and her heart skipped a beat when her feet left the ground. The royal soon found herself upside down, being supported by the orc’s hug and with the hairy green snatch in her face.
“Oh my!” She exclaimed, her hands instinctively grabbing onto Morn’s legs for support she did not need. “Are you sure you can hold me?”
“Please.” The orc scoffed. “I could do this with the dragon. Now put that royal mouth to better use.”
The casual nature in which she was being used did entice the queen, she had never been manhandled or bossed around so forcefully before. She obeyed, burying her face through the black pubes to get at the slit within. Morn did the same, licking between the queen's legs and enjoying the taste of some royal pussy.
Cyrus was picking up the pace of his thrusts. He was already executing himself from the hours before, and such was dripping in sweat. Drops slid down his maw and onto the woman’s back, getting spots of fur soaked. He felt an odd movement between his legs, and looked down to see the princess had wriggled her way underneath him. Her face was looking up and directly at his swinging scrotum. She had to admire the display of pure masculinity before her for a moment, taking in the power those balls represented. She leaned up, her golden tongue lapping up salty skin and dancing around his testicles.
The dragon squirmed, the amazing sensation of his penis covered in golden pussy and balls being cleaned by golden tongue was a new level of pleasure even for him. He kept moving at his pace, just lost in the moments of pure bliss. He could have died right then and there and he wouldn't complain.
He felt a familiar tingling and knew he would climax soon. He was able to grunt out. “ I'm getting close.”
Chat pushed her hips back, moaning out demands to fill her up to the brim. Neith’s licks grew even stronger, lapping up every inch of him she could reach, from the base of penis to his taint. Cyrus felt the pressure growing more and more, and with a final thrust he finally came. He did not roar, instead letting out a much less dignified guttural moan of ecstasy. Part of him was happy that neither woman was facing him, for he was sure he looked like a brain broken fool at this moment.
Chat’s claws dug long gashes in the bed as she felt her womb get filled up. Neith moaned loudly even as overflowing cum splashed on her face. The dragon felt his strength leaving him and he could only fall back on his ass, breathing deeply to try and regain his strength.
“Oh no you dont.” Chat teased, already crawling and grabbing hold of the dragon’s penis. “I said you won't be able to walk when I am done.”
The dragon knew he had a long night ahead of him, but knew he was up to the task. “We will see who will exhaust first.” He said defiantly.
“Are you sure you don't want to stay longer?” Seb-Tet asked. Her stomach was swollen with child and she was already having some difficulty walking, she would be due soon.
Morn looked out at the city from the balcony of the palace. Its bustling streets, high walls, and burning sands beyond. “I am sure. This is great here, but I could never stay still for too long.”
Cyrus walked up and placed a hand around the queen. He felt a deep love for the life growing within her. The dragon almost wanted to weep with joy because he knew that likewise the princess and mummy were also going to be laying his eggs soon, but he kept himself together for now to say farewell to his friend. “She does have an impressive wanderlust.”
A swarm of small half scarab half dragons swarmed up to their father. They had hatched and grew up by themselves, as all scarabs do, but they found their way to their mother and father. Nena was surprised by this behavior, as they were expected to scatter. Cyrus was not, and was grateful when they brushed against his genitals and made clear their desires to be with him. He chuckled and waved them off, promising them his undivided attention later.
Morn shook her head. “I don't think my wanderlust could ever hope to match your lust.”
“If you must leave then I will not allow you to leave empty handed.” The queen stated, snapping her fingers to signal to her servants. Scantily dressed young men and women entered. One carried a long pole in both hands. He walked up to Morn, getting on one knee and lowering his head to present the weapon to the orc.
“Special made from our best blacksmiths and enchanters. I think you will find it valuable on your journeys.”
Morn took up the weapon and got a feel for the weapon. It was a spear, with a shaft so dark that it seemed to absorb any light cast on it, and the tip was a strange pointed stone that was the color of mid day sky.
A new servant ran behind the queen, placing a stool for her to sit on. She did so, giving a moan of relief. She waved her hands for a new servant, who struggled to set up a straw filled training dummy. “The shaft is nearly indestructible, and the point has been enchanted with a rather dangerous magic. I knew nothing but the strongest would be enough for you. Say the magic word ‘Abra’ and swing it at the dummy.”
Morn was intrigued. She walked up to the doll, gripping her new weapon in both hands. She said the magic word, and was amazed to see the spear head shimmer. A bubble of magic formed around the tip and she could feel the pole shiver to keep the energy contained. She reeled back and swung the spear like a club. A loud popping was heard and the dummy flew back with tremendous force, nearly hitting a ducking servant.
Morn’s arm felt sore from the recoil, but she did not care about that. “Hot damn!”
“Indeed.” The queen simply added. “May it serve you well. It will need time to recharge between uses, mind you. And for you, Cyrus, a treasure from the vaults I know you will love.”
He wasn't going to be leaving for a while, but was interested to see what he would get. The servant who dodged the dummy walked up and presented a jeweled golden circlet. “I heard about your exploits in the tomb and thought you would make good use of this. Wear it on your body and when your stamina is gone this will replenish you fully.”
Cyrus smirked, and he slid his flaccid dick inside it, resting it on the base of his cock. It was a little snug, but he loved that. Its gold shone brightly and the jewels accented his manhood greatly.
The queen gave a sly smile. “You can test it out tonight.” Cryus was delighted to see her pregnancy did nothing to hamper her labido .
Morn thought that people oddly got more horny around the dragon. “I'll be taking my leave then. Going to try my luck up North, hear there are some giants that need fighting. Thanks for the kick ass new spear, gonna smash some huge nards with it.”
With that Morn started to walk off. The dragon shouted his goodbye’s. He knew their paths would cross again someday. As he stared at her rounded green buttocks as it bounced with every step she took he prayed that they would meet again.
