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The dragons had protected the royal family for generations, Prince Bayard had admired the dignified creatures ever since he was little. His father, King Richard, had encouraged his curiosity telling him stories of the dragons every night as he tucked young Bayard into bed.
Prince Bayard’s coming of age was celebrated across their lands, the festivities coming with wine and dancing and tournaments. Everywhere he looked was the house banner displayed and he had serval days of revelry, meeting more than a handful of potential suitors.
While the balls and pageantry were fun, he was most looking forward to this, the first full moon after coming of age and following the King into the Temple of Dragons, an inner sanctum of the Keep that only the royal family may enter.
The two heavy doors were watched by armored guards and kept securely locked, the King having one of the very few keys for the doors. Inside was a dark corridor of stairs slowly arching upwards and stretching into the darkness, the light of the King’s lantern didn't show any end. The stone bricks that made the walls were worn smooth with age, with no sign of the tapestry or portraits that decorated other parts of the Keep. Bayard followed his father’s sure-footed steps for what felt like miles, leading him further and further into the heart of the Keep. As Bayard followed the King, the stonework slowly transitioned to a carved tunnel into the mountain stone itself.
The path eventually opens to a chamber sculpted into the very core of the mountain, the ceiling giving way to the dark night sky and the moon shining pale light into the alcove. Bayard could see in the middle of the room a stone altar. Around the platform scaled bodies caught the moonlight showing movement of long lithe bodies.
Their Kingdom was home to many dragons over the years, currently there are five in the territory. Orinda the Red was the oldest, the largest, and the wisest. Mika the Blue was a winter dragon with silky blue fur and beautiful, feathered wings. Nather the Green had spiked scales, making him a true force to be feared in battle. Yarus the Purple had a long snake-like body and breathed a purple mist. Vares the Yellow was the smallest and youngest dragon.
Bayard was memorized at the sight; he had seen the dragons powerful and beautiful in flight over the mountains that made the Kingdom, he had even seen the rare occasion one had stopped to greet his father, nuzzling its wide head affectionally into the King. He had been under strict orders to never touch or approach any of the dragons until he was of age.
He felt hypnotized by what he saw, all five of the dragons, their scales glowing like jewels in the moonlight. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he could see them swaying as if moved by a gentle breeze on the other side of the altar. Bayard couldn't stop himself from stepping closer to better see the majestic creatures, their eyes turned towards him calling him to them like a siren’s spell.
“Bayard, I have waited until this day to introduce you” His father’s voice didn't break the trance Bayard felt, he is moving slowly forward towards where the dragons crowded the altar “There is so much I want to teach you about our family.” The King put the lantern on a hook near the mouth corridor, following Bayard.
Bayard stopped at the edge of the altar, raising a hand to the yellow dragon who had shifted excitably into the moonlight. Veles’ head bumped into his hand, the dragon’s scales were smooth under his palm and Bayard scratched between his eyes as Veles trilled in delight. The dragon let out a humid breath that hit him in the face and stretched his long neck ever forward to lick a thick stripe from the base of Beyard’s neck and up his chin. Bayard jolted the tongue sending sparks of static over his skin.
“Be careful with Veles, he is a smart but a trickster” King Richard chuckled, “he is the smallest and will be a good partner to start with.” Bayard nodded numbly, eyes on Veles as he nosed down his tunic licking along it before grabbing the fabric between his teeth “He was the last egg I was able to birth.”
“Birth?” Bayard questioned, letting the excited dragon drag him by the tunic forward, closer to the altar standing between them. His father’s words confused him, but he couldn't take his eyes off the glowing yellow scales. Veles tugged on the tunic more insistently, until Bayard’s torso was pulled over the altar. He giggles at the dragon’s antics, still feeling unusually lightheaded.
“Yes, my prince. I birthed these children, these are your brothers” Bayard didn't understand what the King was saying, turning to look over his shoulder at his father from where he had one knee up on the altar. The King was only a scant few meters away, but his face was unreadable in the shadows. Bayard’s reply was cut off by Veles, who sick of waiting, wrenched him the rest of the way onto the altar.
The dragons pressing close didn’t feel magical anymore, the charm seeping away, Bayard felt trapped. He tried to pry Veles’ teeth out of his tunic but ended up shredding it in the struggle. Veles dived in licking over the newly revealed skin, Bayard gasped as the wide tongue grazed one of his nipples. Bayard pushed the dragon’s massive head away; he could already see the Veles’ long claws on the edge of the altar as he heaved its large body up.
Warm hands grabbed his wrists and pinned them beside his head; his back was cold where it met the cold stone of the altar. He stared up into the shadowed face of his father as Veles crawled along his body. “It is your duty to let your brothers breed your cunt” The King’s voice was commanding as if giving an order in court, rather than telling his son to spread his legs for a dragon “This is your duty.”
Beyard started to sob as he felt the razor-sharp claws of the dragon slip under the hem of his pants before rendering them to scrap. His body broke out into goosebumps as the cool night air touched his skin. He tried to struggle against his father’s hands as Veles pried his legs apart. His thighs strained under the clawed grip, his cunt blooming like a flower under the hungry eyes of the dragons.
Veres’ serpentine neck curved down between his spread thighs and gave a long lick from Beyard’s ass to clit. Beyard yelped the sparks feeling more concentrated over his labia. Veres continued the long licks, his tongue flicking off Beyard’s clit and making his cunt lips jiggle. Beyard couldn't muffle his voice in as his nerves sent pleasure across his body, his hips jerked not sure if he wanted to grind down or move away.
The sparks of electricity danced over the dragon’s tongue arcking towards Beyard’s cunt making the muscles spasm and lose strength. Beyard could feel his hole relax at Veres’ insistent licking. The long tongue pushed at his opening of his cunt before sinking inside, Beyard howled as he felt his hole stretch around the protrusion, the electricity sparking from his insides.
His Father shushed him, brushing back the sweaty hair from his brow “Veres is just opening you up my prince, you should thank him for the kindness.” Beyard choked as he tried to breathe through the sensation. He is not sure if it is pleasure or pain, but it is overwhelming, like he is on the verge of something surreal. He felt like he was on the edge of a great cliff, threatening to plummet into the abyss.
The tongue sunk impossibly deeper into his cunt; the sparks felt like they were lighting up his insides. Every muscle in his body tightened as the feeling crested over him like a wave and he started to shudder. His vision went white as he moaned, nerves sending pleasure so overpowering he lost control of his body.
Beyard felt like he was in a dream, his body heavy as lead and his mind fogged over. He could still see Veres spreading his legs wide. His eyes traveled up to his father, who was palming the front of his pants as he groaned in pleasure, he smiled down at his son “You will learn to love being bred.”
He felt his legs strain as Veres spread them even further and looked down at the beast to see two cocks slide out from a slit in the dragon’s underbelly. They looked like nothing Beyard had ever seen before, they were bright red and thick, the tip pointed, the shaft covered in fleshy barbs.
Veres used his grip on Beyard’s thighs to raise his hips off the stone altar, lining the twin cocks to his cunt. The haze of Beyard’s mind started to lift as he felt the two spear-like tips press experimentally forward, testing the give of his cunt. Veres trilled excitably and thrust forward.
Panic overtook Beyard and he tried to twist away, the cocks slipped free, one grinding up into his clit as the other sliding down to rub over his asshole. He kicked out his legs trying to roll off the altar, but his father’s hands grabbed his shoulders holding him down for the dragon trying to fuck into him.
“Be still my son. Let Veres into your body.” His father moaned down at him “You will love being full of his clutch.” Bayard opened his mouth to beg for help when Veres lined up his cocks again. The press of the twin dicks was slower but firm, Bayard could feel them trying to pry open his cunt. One of the sharp cock heads caught his hole, pushing the second one away and sinking into his tight cunt.
Beyard’s back arched at the stretch, eyes rolling upwards to scream caught in his throat. The barbs flexed inside him, making the fat cock feel even wider and it fluttered against his insides. Only half the dragon's dick was inside him, but he had never felt so completely filled. He was losing himself, the cock pushing his soul out to make space to fit inside him.
Veres raised his hips trying to stuff even more of his dick inside him, the second cock slipping up between his folds, grinding into his swollen clit. Veres thrust further in, punching Bayard’s insides with his barbed dick. If Beyard had felt full before he felt like he was coming apart at the seams now. Veres’ clawed hands held his hips, and he forced Bayard’s hole to take his cock. Beyard was stretched further than he ever thought possible, agony and ecstasy overwhelmed his mind as the barbed dick quivered inside him.
Bayard felt like he was falling apart, ruined on the thick cock. He doesn't know when his father stopped holding him down, but he needs the familiar hands to hold him together now. He reached for his father, wordlessly begging for comfort. Bayard looks up, his wrist seized by his father and curled around his King’s throbbing dick. “Knew you'd be perfect for your bothers” his father grunts, eyes locked to where he was impaled “The perfect cunt for dragon eggs.”
Bayard has never felt so filthy in his life, being used to pleasure his father and a dragon. The man who sired him, who raised him, now rutting into his hand as he watches his hole be ruined by an inhuman cock. Even as he tried to resist the depravity his insides burned with unwanted pleasure, like wildfire had been ignited and was consuming him.
His father groaned, his dick stiffening in his son’s hand as he sprayed cum over Bayard’s hair and face. Beyard jolted in shock, hole clenching on Veles’ swollen cock grinding deep within him. The dragon used his clawed grip to force Beyard’s hips down to the base of his cock as the barbs flared open, locking them together.
Veres rocked their hips together like he is trying to sink his cock deeper inside. Beyard feels the shaft of the cock expand at the entrance of his cunt, something massive and hard trying to push inside him. With a sinking feeling, he realizes that these must be the dragon’s egg. His hole can't take anymore, and he moans in pain as the intrusion forces inside his stuffed hole. The barbs on the cock rippled as the egg traveled up the shaft, burning his insides with the stretch. The egg rises to the tip of the long cock and pushed against something deep inside Beyard, before bullying into his womb.
Bayard panted, thanking God it was over when he felt the next egg demand entrance to his cunt.
The tension in Bayard grows, his hips cantering and toes curling, his hole griping the undulating cock until his cunt protested. He can feel the next egg sinking into him, traveling faster into his abused cunt. His mind whirls as a third egg fills him, cramming into his overfilled womb. Just when he thinks he can't take anymore the tension snaps, his body pulsing with release and he convulses so hard he sees stars.
Even as he tries to come down from his orgasm Veres doesn’t pull out, the grinding of the large cock sending him crashing back into another climax and headfirst into overstimulation. Beyard weeps trying to pull off the dick inside him, but the barbs hold fast. He can't tell if it’s been minutes or hours when Veres pulls free, his cunt feeling raw and hollow.
Beyard feels heavy, his womb swollen and weighed down by eggs. He is given a few short moments to catch his breath when another dragon climbs onto the altar. He is larger than Veres, his scales red and warm where they rub his bare skin.
“Orinda, my first-born, will fertilize the eggs inside you”
Beyard looks between his splayed legs. Orinda’s cock stands erect and proud, long and with a blunt faired tip, it reminds Beyard of a stallion's dick except for the two protruding bumps adorning the base. Orinda pushes between his lax legs, rubbing his flair over his swollen folds. Beyard can only moan at the prospect of being so full again.
The cock presses in, wider and longer than the Veres’, Orinda drives the blunt tip past his vulva to sink inside. Orinda doesn’t rush as he feeds Beyard his cock, He feels overstuffed as the dick fills him, his cunt full and hot around the dripping cock. Beyard groaned hands cupping his swollen torso, he could feel Orinda's huge shaft wrecking his insides as it crammed him full. He felt skewered on the long shaft, he will never feel whole without it as it shapes his cunt around the cock.
Beyard’s eyes rolled up in pleasure and he caught sight of his father. He was twisted up with his dragon sons, eyes closed, and head thrown back in ecstasy. Nather the Green was wrapping a slimy tongue over his father’s cock, as twin dicks from Yarus fed into his asshole. Mika was watching with keen interest the tip of his cock peaking from his slit.
Maybe he was losing himself on the dragon’s cock? He couldn't imagine his life without it anymore. In a meager night, Bayard's world had been tipped upside down and stuffed full of eggs. Was it so bad for him to enjoy his new duty? To relish the depravity of being stuffed with eggs and cum? Was it not his birthright to sit on dragon cock as it was to sit on the Kingdom’s thrown?
Orinda’s slow thrusts stilled as the flair hit Beyard’s cervix. The large dragon huffed a sigh at the cunt unable to take the last half a dozen inches of cock. Orinda experimentally pushed deeper, feeling the flesh stretch in protest. To Orinda it felt like the cunt had more room to provide, to Beyard it felt like his womb was being pushed into his stomach.
Orinda’s talons overlapped on Beyard’s waist, hauling him up and off the stone altar. The dragon pulled Beyard off his cock until only the wide tip remained in Beyard’s cunt. Beyard whined in complaint feeling so empty without the heaviness of dick inside him, Orinda chuffed amused by the new cock hungry broodmare. Orinda forced Beyard’s hips down as he thrust up into the prince’s cunt. Beyard squealed at the absolute force of the cock slamming up into him. His cunt spasmed around the cock impaling him, spraying Orinda’s torso. Orinda grunted, the bumps at the base of the dragon’s cock quickly swelling inside Beyard, locking him full.
Beyard groaned in protest as the knot filled him. He looked down at his swollen belly and could see Orinda’s flair twitching under the skin as he was filled with cum. The dragon’s seed was scalding, burning his insides as it mingled with the eggs in his womb. The heat seeped outwards, warming his core to the cool night air. Orinda slowly lowered to recline along the altar, bringing Beyard to rest atop his belly still locked on his fat knot.
From where he rested, he could see his King, writhing in the dirt, submitting to his sons. Mika had his father’s mouth trapped on his cock, cheeks bulging on what appears to be a knot, Nather was fucking into his ass with a dick with ridges so pronounced that they could be from under his father’s skin. Yarus was curled around his father, his thin forked tongue teasing the slit of his weeping dick.
Beyard let the warmth soothe him as his mind drifted away. He continued to watch his father’s body be used to sate the dragons' lust, his three brothers taking turns filling their father with seed until it leaked out of him. Beyard closed his eyes soothed by the knowledge he was surrounded by family.