How to Breed your Dragon [Erotic Content]

Laughter echoed behind the trio as they were shoved into the bedroom. John first, then Nathalia, then Aclysia, the three of them were ‘forced’ onto the harem-sized mattress. Installing such a monstrosity in a mundane home had been a couple of amusing phone calls, but he had it and the past days spent on it had left it smelling of several of his women.

John turned around to smirk at his women. He could only see a few of them, cramped in the doorway and adjacent corridor as they were. “Remember: do not breach the containment zone!” Lee joked from the back.

“You better take that seriously!” John warned. “I am about to toggle the fertility on!”

The rest of the harem cried out in false panic. Jane winked and clicked her tongue suggestively, before pulling the door shut. John was left behind, seated between two dragons, one a goddess, the other a maid, both eyeing him eagerly. “Is it toggled on?” Aclysia asked.

A tap of his finger was all it took. “Now it is.”

John had barely dismissed the window when a loud ‘ssssssccccrrrritttch!’ filled the room. Turning to Nathalia treated him to the view of her enormous tits bouncing to freedom. The dragoness stood on the bed, shredding the skirt of her expensive wedding dress until the ruined thing dropped to the ground. She kicked it aside.

Where it landed was a question for someone else. The Gamer was immediately mesmerized by the view of the tall, stacked woman. Mountains of pliable flesh jiggled with every heaving breath. Her eyes glowed orange in the twilight of the windowless room. Two orbs, set far above a diamond embedded in her chest. Cracks in her black scales and curled horns added to the amber light.

Nathalia was a tall display of femininity, an hourglass of such a voluptuous top and impressive hips that John could not believe he actually got to put a child in her. Obviously, he was looking at a fertility goddess.

A dripping wet fertility goddess.

Nathalia parted the petals of her sex with two fingers. The dew-slick folds within offered a clear, viscous thread of her juices, letting it drip to the sheets with a barely audible tap. Pink flesh quivered, the muscles behind exposed folds contracting around the emptiness. She was so tautly strung that she was quivering with the entirety of her body. “I need you inside of me,” the redhead groaned, deep, husky voice rich with impatience, desperation and glee. “Now!”

“Yes ma’am!” John responded enthusiastically. Letting Aclysia pull the clothes off him was an option, but he doubted he would have the time for it. He opted for the simple tap of the button, removing the entirety of his suit as he crawled towards Nathalia.

His outstretched tongue glided over the exposed, sensitive walls of her inner sanctum. Even the brief touch had the honeypot overflowing, filling John’s mouth with the sweet, smoky aroma of the volcano goddess. Knees wobbled, then gave gradually. The redhead sunk down, John’s mouth sinking with her. Once she was on her back, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him away from her delicious sex.

“Do not tease.” Her eyes were wide, her gaze smouldering hot. “Breed me.”

A primal growl rose in John’s throat – a guttural confirmation of their shared desires. Hands seizing the back of her knees, he folded her in a deeply erotic half with possessive strength. He straddled the sinful expanse of her fat ass. His heavy cock came to rest atop the swollen mound of her drenched pussy. The head of his cock drooled precum onto her womb tattoo. His manhood pulsed with a life of its own. Each throb sent an urging surge up his spine and into his brain, replacing all cognitive function with one simple imperative. Seeing her massive tits squeezed between thick thighs was the penultimate straw.

The last was her ruby lips, spread into a smile not of primal, savage or impulsive lust. For him, for them, she displayed a smile of loving anticipation. It was infinitely more erotic, infinitely more intimate, and it could not be ignored.

John’s lips crashed into hers. Moaning, she answered with her own tongue. They fought against the same enemy: distance. Even a single atom’s width of space between them felt like too much. They were breathing heavily. Groans and impatient grunts filled the room. Worthiness had been proven. The proper moment had arrived. John’s cock glided over her hot, slick pussy as he drew his hips back.

A powerful moan rumbled through his chest when Aclysia’s soft lips placed a loving kiss on the underside of his cock. Long and nimble, her draconic tongue coiled around his throbbing erection as she licked her way up to his sack. The first maid aligned his engorged head with the pussy of the woman who had spurred her own transformation into a dragon with her influence.

Tasting every second, John pushed downwards. The tight grip of her cunt beckoned him deeper and deeper inside. Aclysia’s tongue retreated in perfect unison with his pace. He glided from her slightly cool oral attention into the hot tunnel of Nathalia’s folds. They were both hyper-sensitive. John felt ready to explode before he was all the way inside her. Nathalia’s flower was gushing nectar. When he was finally all the way inside, the gushing turned into an eruption. Her eyes were barely focused, the pupils in her amber eyes dilated.

“Virile, filled to the brim with Master’s seed!” Aclysia giggled between kisses, delivered to his left, then his right, then the left testicle again. “Master’s progeny rests within. His supreme seed, to join with Nathalia’s ovum, then with mine. Ahhhh,” she let out a wanton sigh, “just the thought of it makes me…” It was a genuine, orgasmic cry that flowed from the mouth of his gracefully obsessed second wife. Short-lived and soft compared to what he did to her on a daily basis, but an orgasmic cry all the same. “Master! You ought to fill us with all you have to give.”

Nathalia tore away from the kiss, to speak with heated urgency, “Yes! No limitations, fill me with all the seed your bottomless manhood can produce!”

“As you wish!” John was swept up in the heat of it all. He opened the menu again, maxing out the slider. It added another 30 ml to his average load, for a total of 130. Not the biggest difference, but notable.

“And drive my sensitivity to the maximum!” Nathalia presented another demand.

John opened his mouth, to present the idiotic question of whether or not she was sure. He stopped himself in his tracks and just seized her lips again. Of course, she was sure. Though others in the harem had a higher Libido Stat than her these days, Nathalia remained a nymphomaniac to the core. Eliana had wanted to remember everything clearly. Nathalia wanted to get bred in a blur of ecstasy. What his women wanted, they got!

PLAP!

+10% Sensitivity!

John drew his hips back, before slamming back into Nathalia with a resounding impact. The dragoness came again, the minor increase not even needed. The velvet grip of her folds made it difficult to pull back.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

+10%! +10%! +10%!

“Master, please, bless me as well!” Aclysia begged. The head maid was kissing her way up his back. Hard nipples crowning moderately sized breasts caressed his muscles, her hands his sides. “Drown my awareness in the desires I feel for you! Make this night nothing but a blur of fulfillment! For tonight, let me be the lunatic that only craves to be the custodian of your seed’s growth!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

+10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%!

The two dragonesses screamed, their sensitivity rising further and further. John levelled them, letting them reach the 100% mark together. The hammering of his hips continued. Release seemed to be imminent with every even subtle movement, yet he held on. He would not be a quickshot on his wedding night! He refused!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

+10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%!

Halfway to the maximum and already Nathalia was locked in perpetual state of climaxes. The sopping wet squelches of his descending hips echoed from the distant walls of the absurdly sized bedroom. As did Aclysia’s wild giggles, her mind slipping further and further. Greedily, she huffed in the scent of his hair. Her arms had wrapped around his midriff, fitting where there was space between him and Nathalia.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

+10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%!

Four times their base sensitivity. Nathalia was squirting every time his cock bottomed out against her. The absolute excess of love juices would have allowed him to move even faster, but the goddess beneath him had other plans. Powerful thighs enveloped him, locking him in place. Every time he pulled back for another plunge, he was lifting her childbearing hips part of the way. It would not have been a proper mating press without it!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

+10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%! +10%!

“Myiiiii Masht-aaaaahhhhhrrrrr!”

“Bre-ee-eder, ma—ah--te, husssssba---ahnnnnn-nd!“

The two women screamed their preferred titles for him one last time before both becoming non-verbal. Maxed out sensitivity scaled multiplicatively with John’s inbuilt pleasure delivery increases and their other modifiers to pleasure. The result was a redhead in a state of perpetual euphoria, cumming her brains out each and every time his hips met her thighs. Aclysia was climaxing as well, needing nothing more than the back and forth rocking she benefitted from, still hugging his back.

All three of them were sweaty. All three of them were grunting, more animals than people. Yet, beneath all of that lay a foundation of intimacy paralleled only within the rest of the harem. Nowhere else in the world could a fucking this loving and this primal occur, John was certain of it.

His hips were a blur. The constant PLAP! of the mating press was no doubt heard around the entire house. Elsewhere in the house, women were desperately clinging to each other, enacting a sapphic orgy to be with this bliss in spirit. The manifold moans echoed through the corridors of the mansion, a faint undertone to their marital consummation.

Nathalia’s body was built for this. Legs folded up, her tits were squished together and against his chest. Her thighs and ass cushioned every impact. She was soft and firm in all the right places. She was made for this, made for him, made to receive his seed and end over ten millennia of seeking in one more explosive release!

Their kiss broke. John threw his head back, a victorious shout on his lips that his lungs failed to fuel. His throat was closed, his body was tense, his every nerve lit up and the seed rushed up his shaft with absurd force.

Nathalia roared in his stead – a sound of such volume that it must have been audible beyond the walls of the compound. It was the triumphant cry of a woman that was conquered and was the conqueror simultaneously. His seed flooded into her depths. His swimmers ventured past her cervix and began their journey with superhuman speed.

John kept pumping more into her. His balls just kept on tightening. What he delivered must have been easily twice what his average was supposed to be. Every spurt was almost a stream in its own right. Eyes rolling, toes curling, the mother of his second child writhed beneath him as every new jet of his seed pulled her orgasm to a new height. Their joined sexes and the white sheets beneath them were utterly soaked.

John’s pleasure reached a dangerous point. His heart was hammering rapidly. His throat remained blocked. His field of view was dancing stars around the gorgeous, well-fucked expression of his beloved Nathalia.

Finally, his release began to calm. The torrent of seed diminished. Stuck air flowed from his lungs and a fresh inhale filled him with fresh awareness. ‘I’ve done it,’ he thought. The rush of the second time was not exactly as potent as the first, but it was almost there. ‘I need to see.’

Nathalia’s legs released him with minimal fight back. With a squirming, mindlessly horny maid looking over his shoulder, John retreated just enough to get a full view of his dragoness. Her hair was fanned out beneath her head like an incandescent halo. Tits remained squished together, her legs still folded up, held by her own arms. Even in the depths of euphoria, she wanted to present her gaping cunt and the absurd amounts of semen flowing out of it in a white river.

John glanced at his Breeder Level. It had not ticked up yet. It was just a matter of time, he was certain of it. His seed would take.

[Nathalia Impregnation AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f8f285df1a42.png ]

He had only delivered on half of his husbandly duties for the night. Despite her multi-orgasmic jitters, Nathalia managed to push herself up. Communicating without words, she and Aclysia found themselves kneeling in front of him, showering the length of his cock with long licks and moaning kisses. They shared the taste of their mixed juices all the way until the full length of him was shining from spit.

Aclysia could not resist the urge, she had to have him inside her throat at least once. A deep, wet plunging sound echoed from her parted lips as she so effortlessly took him inside. Shuddering blinks half-masked her rolling eyes, her juices audibly raining on the sheets as they squirted from her needy cunt. Nathalia’s fingers glided over the pale orb of the maid’s left cheek, plunging into the drenched hole.

The moment completely took over. John grabbed Aclysia by her smooth horns, so perfectly curved to be his handles, and used her face as his cocksleeve. Erotic squelches filled the room. Shamelessly, repeated ‘GLACK!’s marked each time he penetrated into her throat. Utter devotion radiated from Aclysia’s soul, basking John’s mind in deep love.

The pale, bottom-heavy maid swayed back and forth, grinding her plump bubble butt against Nathalia’s fingers in one direction and eagerly serving her Master in the other. She was such a gorgeously crafted thing. The base she had spawned from had already been one of the hottest designs in video game history. The various changes she had made to herself before Perks had locked her shapeshifting capacities further tailored her to John’s tastes. The slender, graceful curve of her back, the modest proportions of her chest, and the impudent, prestigious size of her hips, ass and thighs all combined into the ideal form of a maid in John’s mind.

She had served him so loyally all of this time. She had been there for him, had only deepened her devotion once she had become intelligent enough to chart her own course, and had only ever been the woman of his dreams.

He needed to put a child inside her already!

The thought swept across their bond. With a loud pop, his cock emerged from her throat. It was a confusing flurry of motion. John wished to get on top of her, Aclysia was turning around. In the end, the maid moved with superior speed. It was her right to choose the position anyhow.

Top down and bottom up, that was Aclysia’s preference. The wobble of her fat ass could almost be heard, the delicious firm flesh swaying side to side invitingly. The curve of her back emphasized the raw size immensely.

Repaying the earlier service, Nathalia grabbed John’s cock and angled him at the pretty pink petals of the submissive and breedable dragon maid. That he was about to become the first man in known history to impregnate an Artificial Spirit was a minor ego pleaser at best. He was the man that would impregnate his Aclysia. That mattered.

She was perfect for him. A brief, initial press was all he needed. The tightness of her outer folds yielded to him centimetre by centimetre. He breached into the tight ring of quivering muscles. The velvet embrace of her depths lay past that, caressing his length with wonderful detail. John clenched his teeth, grunting once again as she gripped his length with convulsing devotion. Though she could be cold, in this moment the dragon maid was every bit as much molten lust as Nathalia.

“Ma-aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Aclysia managed a single syllable before another incredible orgasm wiped her mind clean. She was perfect for him – naturally that included that his thick manhood pushed and prodded all her most sensitive spots.

Nathalia’s sharp teeth pressed down on her ruby lips. Her hand retreated. She watched the last of her husband disappear inside her sister-wife, her attention captured entirely by the view. It was her world, absorbing her so completely that she did not lift a finger to pleasure herself.

There was just a little bit of plush north of Aclysia’s ass, love handles for him grip her by as he pulled out. Pink petals clung to his shaft on exit, almost refusing to let him go. Aclysia’s natural subservience reached its limit, her ass swinging back as he tried to pull out. She was all instinct and that instinct refused to let her Master leave her.

To overcome such clinginess, John had no choice but to move with the utmost force. Swinging his hips like a plough, he put just enough space between him and the maid's delicious derriere to slam back into her with a resounding clap.

The impact rang through the room, mixed with Aclysia’s euphoric cries, and travelled beyond. Flesh met flesh in a flawless collision. Ripples propagated from the impact area, turning the maid’s ass into a gorgeous display. It both held its shape and was deformed by the force, combining the best of fat and firm.

Her pale skin, initially immaculate, reddened from the growing intensity of the pounding. John moved with the force of a ramping steam engine. The enormous bed creaked. Aclysia’s cries were short, sharp noises. The blurry impacts kept her ass jiggling and drove the air out of her lungs. The sharp claps only grew more numerous and louder.

Aclysia was a fortress of a woman, yielding her softest spot to his assault. The gate was unbarred, the battering ram accepted into the city with jubilation. Like John’s mind, the metaphor was fraying around the edges.

Squirt after squirt of her honey erupted between her ecstatically clenched thighs. Aclysia’s tongue hung from the corner of her mouth, drool adding yet more stains to the sheets.

John was riding a tsunami of pleasure, cresting the enormous wave without succumbing to it. He was still holding, still fucking her, but it was a foregone conclusion of what had to happen next. With all of his might, he continued to pound her. His empty mind soaked in the sounds and sensations. The rippling of her ass. The cries from her mouth. The panting from Nathalia. The distant moans of his harem throughout the house. The scents of sweat, love juices, shampoo and oils.

The tightness of her squirting cunt.

John reached the point of no return. Something in the way pleasure travelled through his body switched. It grew and grew, his body priming for the final moment. In a flash of colours and bliss, he lost control of himself. His hips thrust forwards, fulfilling Aclysia’s deep wish that he stay inside her – then giving her so much more than that.

The flood of cum was no less intense than the first. He was painting every corner of her white with the absurd quantity. Bent over her, he focused all of his being into putting a spiritual twin into Aclysia’s womb. Just the idea made another jet of cum surge up into her.

Rather than elevate her higher into a heaven of euphoria, receiving his seed pulled the dragon maid into an almost coherent state. “Master’s… supreme… seed…!” she pushed each word out as another spurt of the thick liquid was pumped deep into her craving core. “Master’s… essence… mixing… with… mine…!” There was still a hint of grace to her voice, but the obsession won out. Her eyes were wide, the pleasure preventing her crazed gaze from focusing. “I’m… getting… AH!” The maid simply smiled, finding no words to describe the moment.

John was at a loss as well. An entirely adequate, “Yes,” was all he could produce. Fading slowly, the ecstatic moment was replaced with another moment of clarity. He swallowed, pulling back to behold the handiwork that would make him a father of three.

Aclysia’s cunt had been fucked too much for the gaping walls to hold onto the majority of his seed. It ran from the twitching reddish pink tunnel, messing the sheets up even more. Cheeks glowed carmine, the rough fucking having marked her plush derriere thoroughly. She was the very image of a thoroughly bred dragon maid.

[Aclysia Impregnation AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ce9dad7c8715.png ]

John was really appreciative of his various fertility related Perks and Skills. It would take a bit for his swimmers to get there, but he had the certainty that it was going to work.

A certainty not good enough for Nathalia. The dragoness suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder. He was briefly reminded just how much stronger than him she was. Before he knew it, she had slammed him down on his back. Panting intensely, eyes wide, she stared at him with a manic smirk on her lips.

“Eight hours!” Her voice was pregnant with need. It was impressive she managed to speak at all, her sensitivity still jacked to the utmost. “We are making sure!”

“Very sure!” Aclysia agreed, rising as quickly as her taxed muscles allowed her. “Your seed must take!”

Eight hours was beyond overkill by every reasonable metric, but what man (with infinite sexual refills) would bring reason into this debate? Two of his gorgeous wives wanted to ride and be ridden for eight hours straight? It was his honour to oblige!

And he did.