Really horny.

The three of you pass a series of checkpoints manned by guards wearing lacquered red armor and wielding spears. Each of them salutes the three of you with a "your highness" when you pass. After passing through a series of these, you come to a massive double door made of brass and inlaid with golden designs. Aemmynis hands her axe to her sister and leans forward, her muscular back, shoulders, ass, and legs flexing as she pushes the metal barrier forward. You can't help but stare - her body is an amazing mix of functionality and beauty. It's strange, but her shoulders being wide and powerful almost heightens the hourglass shape of her build, with a narrow but well-muscled waist and wide hips. Tasissath notices you staring and shakes her head, smiling.

"Admiring her? Or do you just envy her strength, since you spend all your time playing the guitar and singing?" taunts Tasi.

You rankle instinctively. It's almost like you have half-formed memories of a lifetime of this sort of relationship, and you're very quick to snap back at your sister, pulling your jacket back to reveal the hilt of the sword at your waist.

"I can handle myself quite well in a fight. I pray I never have to remind you of that fact, sister." you hiss. Man. That came easily. You're usually more good-natured than that.

Tasi frowns, turning away, and walks forward, following Nis into a massive, dimly lit chamber. Even in the dim light, piled heaps of gold glitter, standing taller than you, studded with the occasional colored gemstone. Something about the lighting seems strange - the gleaming amber stones are sparse, but you can see almost perfectly. You realize that you can see in very dim light, like a cat. Woah. Nuts. But blinking your eyes, there's -

A dragon. A real dragon. Red scales, four legs, wings - striking. The creature was massive, somewhere around the size of an elephant, though much less bulky for the volume, and was laying curled with its belly towards you. Reclining against its - or *his*, more precisely, as the creature's enormous testicles and sheath were readily apparent - belly, was a gorgeous human woman wearing an ornate red dress that showed an impressive amount of cleavage - and she had plenty of cleavage to show. Her features looked East Asian more than anything else, and her long black hair was bracketed by a jeweled golden tiara atop her head. Her neck bore a metal choker and a hanging, multicolored disk about the size of a half dollar piece that draws attention to her massive bust quite well. She smiled with sensual, full lips, her eyes lighting up upon seeing the three of you enter the room.

"Father." says Tasi, dropping into a curtsey. Nis follows suit. You bow low, your torso reaching a parallel with the ground.

"Rise, children. And congratulations!" The dragon's voice - your father - is booming and brassy. As you re-erect yourself, you come face to face with your father's imperious gaze, his eyes gleaming yellow and, incongruously to your eyes, a golden crown atop his head. "The first of my princelings to come of age. Why, I remember the first night your mother and I met-"

"-yes, my love, you took me on the great balcony outside the dining hall, tearing my clothes apart, fucking my eager womanhood with that giant dragon cock of yours, before you pumped me full of your seed, and nine months later, I laid a clutch of three eggs. And then the three of you hatched!"

The queen - your mother's - voice is pure sex, seemingly effortlessly low and sensual. She writhes her hips when giving the three of you parental TMI, and actually reaches out and adoringly cradles one of her husband's massive testicles. Isn't this... human? With dragon? This woman with this monster? All of your instincts *should* be telling you this is wrong. But they aren't.

Meanwhile, Tasi is scrunching her eyes shut and frowning, and Nis is blushing and staring at her feet. You're apparently the only one to take this in stride.

"Thank you, father." you say.

"Of course I will see you three this evening for the feast." the dragon says, almost cutting you off. You get the feeling that dragon-dad likes to hear himself talk. "To celebrate your coming of age, you may each ask of me my favor. I encourage you to think on this over the day, and present your request to me this eve."

"Your father and I talked, my lovely children. We're prepared to be... generous." says your mother, winking. It's like she doesn't have a way to turn herself off from this maximum level of sultriness.

By this point your sisters have recovered themselves, and curtseying once more, they thank their dragon-dad and the three of you turn to leave.

"One moment, Xaracreog." comes your mother's voice. "Your father and I would speak to you."