Endangered Ch. 07

There was none of the hesitation he'd felt with Claire, this time his dragon amused himself in the exquisite sensation of fucking her tight inner ring of muscle with just the thick tip of his huge weapon. Piercing slightly in but never enough to spring her trap. Snaking his serpent-like head around to look at their joining, he still had what looked like a foot and a half of dragon cock before her clinging lips would encounter his thick root. His head came back to level with hers and he nuzzled affectionately at her panting, draconian countenance.

"What do you want?" he whispered to her darkly.

"I want your thick fucking load plassstered inside of me!" Petra hissed in response. "I want you to breed me over and over!"

She arched back into him, pleasure rising at the debauchery spilling from her own mouth.

"I want that whole fucking prick of yoursss up inssside me until I'm so fat with cum I can't move!"

Chris always did believe that actions spoke louder than words so he thrust forward more firmly, feeling her elastic cervix struggle to accommodate his prodigious girth. He was relentless; giving no quarter as he slowly wedged more of himself inside the tight dragoness. She squeezed him savagely, making him feel like his cock was going to be raw and sensitive for sure. However, his persistence and her slick, oily juices won the day.

Suddenly, the flared ridge of his glans slipped through and he felt her tighten instinctively behind him, trapping him in that boiling inferno of pleasure, her fertile womb.

"Fuck!" he hissed, now it was him that needed a moment to adjust to the new, wonderful sensation as she contracted her insides, undulating against him. He could feel the thick, spongy walls of her uterus rippling against his ultra-sensitive cockhead while her vagina below began a practiced, easy milking along its stretched walls.

"Oh yesss!" Petra moaned in ecstasy. "I want that cum right now, Sssire!"

Chris, eager to oblige and already beginning to feel his immense cock harden and thicken a little further in preparation, thrust forwards, feeding her the remainder of his member.

"There's fucking more?!" the mature dragoness squealed as he finally seated himself fully, that massive arrowlike head pushing rudely against the roof of her womb. "Jesusss, you're fucking ruining me!"

"Good," The larger male panted.

He jerked his hips back slightly, pulling against her massaging, oily tissues before thrusting the relatively short distance back to full depth.

"Unngh!" She grunted sexily beneath him, so he did it again.

"Mmhhh! Oh yeah, that's it," Petra continued to grunt and moan as each heavy thrust brought her nearer to that sweet oblivion lurking just around the corner. She was already so close.

Chris submitted to the pleasure gladly, it felt like his sensitive, throbbing knob was being bathed in hot, liquid butter and polished with a velvet cloth at the same time. Something enormous was growing inside of him in response to this beautiful fertile creature. He could feel a great mass of energy collecting. The more he thrust, the more intense the feeling became. He began to lose the regularity of his rhythm, panting and fucking her wildly.

His abdomen gave great shudders, almost cramping, as coiled energy grew and grew in his groin. It was almost too much; he shut his eyes tight in pleasure as his cock began twitching rhythmically, spitting runny streams of precum inside her. He kept thrusting; bucking into her hard as he held her body pinned against the floor and kept drilling with his massive tool.

"Ohhh fuuck! Sssire, I'm c...cumming," Petra moaned hoarsely as she felt his first little shots of runny seminal fluid scalding her insides. At the same time, it was soothing, beginning to satisfy the potent venom circulating in her bloodstream. Her raw, stretched tissues seemed to relax momentarily before spasming in climax, sending jolts of pleasure up her massive, writhing body.

It was as if they both just relaxed into the orgasm after such an intense, rapid build-up. Their release started quietly but kept building and building with no end in sight.

It wasn't until several thrusts later that Chris, mostly along for the ride, even realised he was really coming. The powerful twitches originating in his abdomen became full blown contractions. Thick, potent, cum started to truly spray from his shaft, jettisoning violently into the dragoness' ripe womb.

The male roared in triumphant pleasure as his whole body tensed and thrust with each voluminous ejaculation. Instinctively, he found her neck again and bit in, injecting more of his itch to help his chances.

Petra squealed and moaned as he began to fucking hose her insides. Her skilled channel milked and squeezed him automatically as she bucked and cried out in ecstasy. He was force-feeding her a huge amount of raw power and he just wouldn't stop dumping his seed into her beleaguered womb.

To Chris, it felt like his entire essence was being milked dry through the swollen tip of his cock. He grunted deeply with each burst of sticky semen, firing his wriggling sperm on their way and basking in the relief and ecstasy attained with each massive spurt. He gave her every scrap of magic he could muster.

Petra groaned in both pleasure and pain as she began to be overwhelmed. Both physically and magically, he was filling her well past capacity, stretching her limits. Thick, potent cum sloshed in her womb, sticking to the sides of her uterus but having nowhere to escape with his massive arrow-like head blocking its path. As he refused to stop seeding her, it had nowhere to go but up into her tubes, violently surrounding her egg and beginning to thrust their way inside.

The sheer flow of magic was frying her. She could feel it roiling and sizzling inside her. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting it all just flow through her. A huge spasm of pleasure tingled all the way up her spine, almost breaking her concentration. She was a conduit, a vessel for this male to fill again and again, however he desired.

He shoved home one last time and with a victorious growl, giving her last jetting squirts of his potent seed. A final shudder of pleasure made him quiver right up to the tip of his dribbling erection as his heroic orgasm finally died down. He was left panting and drained on top of her, supremely satisfied.

The detonation of powerful new life erupted below him. It instantly passed through the astonished onlookers, a magical wave front announcing to the world the miracle of another dragon conception.

Chris felt the change as if he had a barometer attached to the tip of his cock, the pressure and heat inside her womb became almost crushing.

Petra was knocked from her blissful, fuck-drunk state to gawk up at him in disbelief.

The male looked down at her affectionately before moving to rub his serpentine jaw against her own.

"I told you I would give you a child," He murmured in her ear.

Too blissful, tired, and astonished to reply for the moment, Petra simply cooed lovingly back at him. She was spent. Her cervix was already loosening its tight hold on his over-thick weapon, unwilling to withstand any more punishment from the large male. Besides, it was mission accomplished as far as her body was concerned. Life blossomed inside her.

As he withdrew the thickest part, her unusual anatomy closed behind him, sealing her womb in preparation for their child. Any excess energy would be absorbed to feed the new life clinging tentatively to this world far up inside her tubes. Soon it would travel down and lodge in the thick, rich tissues of her uterus to grow strong. The thought made Petra shiver in delight. She was a mother again.

Retreating from her cervix, he drew out his extraction with several playful thrusts, obviously pleased with the way she felt wrapped around his member. She indulged him with an absent-minded moan, her thoughts distracted by the gravity of the situation. He was two for two at knocking up dragonesses. Perhaps her daughter's case could have been written off as exceptional circumstances. A second success was no coincidence. She'd just been mated, gloriously fucked to impregnation by the saviour of the dragon race.

Chris was on cloud nine as he dismounted her, his whole massive body vibrated with wonderful post coital twitches, throbs, and tingles. He was drained, sure, but basking in the dragon's cocky pride. With mere hours in this form, Chris was growing to love it. It didn't feel wrong or even unnatural having sex like this, it felt amazing. Already he idly wondered if Claire might be interested in a playful tumble as dragons.

His thoughts flew to Petra, his wonderful new mate. Human concern seeped into their shared state at the memory of her imploring him to be gentle. A plea the dragon had lustfully ignored. He sidled around in front of her, protective and fussy. Despite the violence that preceded their mating, he would regret any hurt he'd caused her.

He instinctively rubbed his head and neck against her, a dragon show of affection. He probed along her sides with his snout, sniffing out any signs of blood. Satisfied she was mostly unscathed, he lapped at the small wounds on her neck left by his fangs.

"I'm fine," she reassured him, returning his gesture and flicking her forked tongue lightly across his snout. "Just coming to terms with all this. Chris, you do realise what this means, don't you?"

"That we're mated?"

"Well, yes. But I was thinking more about the fact that you just successfully impregnated both Claire and I. It's very unusual. That's as many baby dragons conceived in a week as have been in the last century. How did you do it?"

"I'm not really sure I can give you an answer, Petra. When I was with you or Claire I was just doing what came naturally. I know it takes a lot of energy to overcome the resistance, so I mostly just throw everything I have into you and pray it works. My dragon seems to know what he's doing and I'm coming to trust that. With you it got very intense trying to contain all that energy. It kept building and building, I didn't think I could hold any more but the magic kept swelling. It felt amazing when I did finally release it though."

"That it did," she mused, raising her neck to look around at the destruction they'd caused. She inhaled sharply at the sight of sturdy wooden pews strewn around like matchsticks. There was even a great crack in the ornate pillar that he'd thrown her against. "I'm sorry I lost control. It was rude to attack like that, very uncivilised. I was just so surprised when I saw you in this form, instinct took over before..."

"It's okay," Chris chuckled, saving her as she babbled on. "I'll take it as a compliment. I'm just glad my dragon was there to help, we're much more in tune now, I think."

"That's good. We can help you get used to this form and your abilities when things settle down a bit."

"Ahem!" Claire announced herself before rushing forward to latch around her mother's neck with an excited squeal.

"Oh Claire," Petra embraced her gently with a clawed forelimb.

"Mom I'm so excited, I told you he was special, didn't I!?"

"Yes, dear although I certainly didn't doubt you for a second," Petra replied.

"I'll go check on the others," Chris excused himself, wanting to give the two women some space.

He turned his massive yet flexible body around and homed in on the huddle of somewhat nervous looking women. He padded forwards, body undulating as he fell into an instinctual gate without thinking that he was now coordinating four legs instead of just two. He proceeded down the carpeted isle, avoiding the pews lest he do any more damage.

It was interesting to see their reactions as he approached. Reyla seemed to sit up straight, composing herself but looking more than a little flustered. His dragon couldn't help but grin at that. For all her haughtiness, experience, and superior attitude she was affected by him just the same.

Michelle was talking into her cell phone, eyeing him with caution but not seeming too perturbed.

Susan had a supporting hand on Annabel's shoulder, a warm loving smile on her face.

Annabel's eyes were downcast and she held the little sprite gently against her chest.

He stopped several meters away and dropped his head low to the floor, staring up at her with his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. A plaintive whimper attempted to tug her heartstrings. He thought he saw the twitch of a truncated smile at the corner of her mouth but she was being obstinate.

He inched closer on his belly, flicking his tongue at her hopefully, playing it up to the max. She didn't budge and refused to acknowledge him even though his head now filled her vision. He knew she was definitely playing with him now. He'd known this lovely creature for years.

His muzzle was almost about to touch her when he let out a great snort and a billowing cloud of purple smoke.

Annabel squeaked in shock, jumping backwards half a foot as the cloud rose harmlessly around her.

"Chris!" She retaliated with a firm slap on his snout.

The dragon reared back with a booming laugh, shaking the sensation from his sensitive nose.

"You could have set me on fire," she looked up at him playfully.

"I believe there's a saying regarding the foolishness of teasing a dragon," he replied, leaning down to scent her closely. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, we were all really worried about you Chris," She held still indulgently, quivering nervously as his hot breath brushed across the side of her face. It was so strange, this humongous beast, her boyfriend. Yet she could hear the tender concern in his deep, growling voice. It was one thing to get used to his half-form. This was an entirely unreal experience. "I really didn't expect you to show up like this."

"Believe me, it came as a surprise to me too. I certainly didn't expect the ah... warm welcome from Petra either."

"Public sex bordering on bestiality. Tasteless as usual, Chris, but your lack of dignity gives me hope that you are still in there somewhere. Is this how you raised him, Susan, to be a boastful exhibitionist pervert?" Annabel asked.

"Well I tried my best," Susan beamed cheekily. "But you see he picked up with this awful girl at school and he's never been the same since."

"As if," Annabel retorted indignantly. "I was the one trying to stop two dragons from hurting each other. Everyone else was practically cheering them on. I suppose another conception is cause for celebration though."

"Yes, sorry about the spectacle. It must have been quite the barnyard education. I can only plead that dragons don't put much stock in human taboos," Chris couldn't help himself feeling embarrassed now that the heat of the moment had died.

"I could have watched all day," Immi said regretfully.

"I've got no doubt about that, little one," Chris rumbled. "I'm glad we can joke about it at least."

"It's fine, Chris. Petra must be very pleased," Annabel reassured him. "I'm just glad you're back, it's amazing to see you like this. I guess I'd sort of imagined what you would look like as a dragon but I never did it justice. It's incredible!"

"You don't know the half of it, Annabel, his aura is also impressive," Susan stared up at him, soaking it in. "It would be frightening if it didn't feel so good."

"It's not just about transforming into a dragon," Chris explained. "I've accepted this, embraced it. I didn't realise I was still fighting the merge between human and dragon."

He paused and turned his head towards his favourite 'secret agent.'

"You were right, Michelle. I didn't ask for this power but if I have it, it's my responsibility to make use of it. I won't be so afraid to get involved from now on."

"I'm glad to hear it, Chris. You won't be alone, I'm here to help. We all are," Michelle smiled.

Chris was moved, the strength of her devotion clearly visible in her eyes. As he looked back to Annabel, Susan, and even little Immi, the same look was mirrored.

"Thank you, Michelle. I felt like my life was spiralling out of control these last few weeks, that I couldn't possibly live up to the expectations. I also wondered what I'd done to deserve the love and attention of such wonderful women. I didn't have any answers to a multitude of questions and doubts."

"That's understandable and I'm sorry I had to push you so hard. It's easy to forget how young you are when I see the power you wield. People defer to you, listen when you talk. Just remember that you have us to rely on, it's not just you."

The silver dragoness chose that moment to sidle up beside her new mate, purring happily with her daughter in toe. Petra spoke softly to him as she rubbed up against his side, lovingly intertwining her tail with his.

"And I am sorry for piling more on top of your situation, Chris. We were so eager to find a mate for Claire; Elizabeth and I didn't consider how stressful it might be for you."

"I'm happy you're both here," Chris' throat felt thick with emotion he tried to contain. His two dragonesses and thoughts of their burgeoning family fulfilled a deeply instinctual need he hadn't comprehended until his recent transformation.

"Well I'm not sorry at all," Claire laughed. "It's worked out great for me so far."

Chris was trying to think of a witty response for the lively redhead when the great doors creaked open and Tim Garril peaked inside. The elemental did a brilliant double take at the sight of the two dragons just meters away but managed to compose himself after a few seconds. Behind him, excited voices could be heard in the waiting area.

The compound was starting to wake up, Beings hopeful for an audience with Reyla where already starting to queue. Court didn't officially start for another hour at least but waiting early could save the plaintiffs time on a busy day. Of course, it didn't help that anyone with enhanced hearing or magical senses could clearly tell there was something important going on inside already.

Tim slipped inside to receive his instructions from Reyla as he did so, the gap in the door opened further and someone caught a glimpse within.

Eager to confirm what he thought he'd seen, the young elf noble was bold enough to push the doors open. Soon, curious Beings crowded the great doorway despite Tim's best efforts to manhandle them shut.

Their looks of awe made Chris uncomfortable. Petra seemed to sense this and nudged him encouragingly. The crowd stood mesmerised by the two dragons, such rare and powerful Beings.

Seizing the opportunity, a harried looking werewoman pushed her way to the front, dragging a small boy of perhaps six or seven behind her.

"Please, great dragon, my son suffers horrible fits when he tries to change with the moon. The pack has begun to think he is cursed or worse yet, infected. We are to be banished if he cannot run with the pack on the next moon. Please heal him. I don't know how we could survive without our pack and surely none other would take us in with his condition."

At the end, the woman prostrated herself before him.

Chris was taken aback but moved by her desperate plea. Initially he thought of turning her away but instead steeled himself to his recent resolution. His power was there to be used, hopefully constructively. He took the few careful steps forward and snaked his head down to the level of the crowd, looking at the woman.

"Get up," he spoke to the woman. "Do you know I've only recently come into myself as a Being, that I have no training in magic or healing? Would you still ask for my help and accept responsibility for the outcome, whatever that may be?"

"I had heard rumour of you," the woman looked up at him hopefully. "Although I didn't know the full extent of your situation. I just thought someone of your power... Yes. I will accept any help you can give, I have no other hope for my boy."