Another birthday present.

As your sisters leave, curtsying on their way out, dragon-dad turns to regard you, his neck craning. Your mother stands up, and you're suddenly struck by her height - she's a couple heads shorter than you, giving you a wonderful look down her expansive cleavage. She's similarly endowed as her daughters, with massive breasts barely restrained by the plunging neckline of her red dress, and hips and ass pressing against the fabric below; she's merely proportionally smaller. Your perspective swims for a bit as you adjust to this new information, swaying a bit on your feet. Your mother... you'd guess she's a bit over five and a half feet. So 5'8" maybe. Which means you are... tall. Like seven feet tall.

"Start drinking already, Xaracreog?" asks your mother, stepping towards you, a smile on her high-cheekboned face.

"No, just feeling a bit strange for a moment." you reply, shaking your head to clear it. This definitely doesn't feel like any dream you've ever had before. It seems much more real; and now that you've adjusted to your strange, six-limbed body, you feel more alert and aware in a dream than you ever have.

"Good. I wouldn't want my oldest son feeling off on the day he comes of age." she replies. Your eyes are inescapably drawn down to her tits again, framed perfectly by her bustline and that strange multicolored disk she wears on a necklace. They're honestly huge, the more you notice them - what is she, an H cup? I? Does the alphabet even go that high? And in the dress you can see her form fairly well - her waist is decently slim, but everywhere she's quite curvy. Dream-mom's a knockout.

She holds up a gorgeous golden amulet depicting a bull's head on a chain. It's the only thing that can distract you from those tits. The gold seems to glitter intensely...

"It's enchanted, of course." explains your mother. "I worked on it myself, if you were wondering what my private project was these last few months. It's for stamina and health. And fertility. Now that you're of age, it's time to start putting your harem together."

You do a double take as you take the amulet from her and slip it over your neck. A harem? Your train of thought is interrupted by the effects of the amulet coursing through your body. In a moment, it's easier to breathe and you feel more relaxed, your heart slowing its beats as if you had recovered from a bout of exercise - but you haven't. You know - somehow - that this is just how these enchantments work, making you more hale and hearty.

"Thank you, both of you." you say, bowing slightly again. Dragon-dad smiles - a predatory expression, to be sure.

"It lets you control whether you sire boys or girls, as well, or not breed your partners if you want to give them a break from bearing clutches. A little something I did for you to make it easier." continues your mother, her beautiful face smiling maternally.

"Great! So about this harem-" you say.

"We'll take you to the **** markets soon. I put out word for the traders to make available their finest stock." dragon-dad interrupts. "Your chambers are already quite expansive, and we've set aside a fund to pay for you and your harem's living expenses."

Something tickles at the back of your mind when he says that, but you can't quite capture the thought. More importantly, though, this.. dream, or vision that you're experiencing seems to be in line with a quite lurid sexual fantasy. A harem? Of... sex slaves?

The king - your father - nuzzles against your mother's lower back. She starts a bit, her composure momentarily ruffled, a blush creeping up the vast expanse of creamy flesh revealed by her clothing to her face.

"O-oh. Is it time, my king?" coos your mother. Your father doesn't say anything, merely moving the powerful bulk of his body closer. The queen bends over and flips up her dress, baring the globes of her ass to your gaze as she falls to her hands and knees, wiggling her ass. "Time to pump me full of another clutch of eggs? I can't wait."

Her voice has gone a bit giggly, but it still retains that sensual character that is her trademark. Looking around, you slowly back out of the room, aware that neither of you parents are paying attention to you, as your father thrusts into your mother with a massive cock that by all means shouldn't fit inside of her with a wet, squelching noise. The last thing you hear is dragon growling and a woman's shamelessly loud orgasmic moans.