The World of the Dragons

Book 2 - A New Generation

Chapter 4 - Rebirth

The queen hung in the grip of her mate, still in the dying throes of her orgasm. Held by their necks twined together, by his claws digging beneath the scales on her back, by their tails twisting around each other, and by his penis within her, still pulsing as he came inside her.

It was to no avail now. No more unfertilised eggs remained inside her. Just one egg, fertilised by the strongest of her mate's sperm, the two halves of Eve together again, her final daughter, her successor.

Even in her tiredness, her energy sapped by her injuries, her body responded again to her mate within her, arching her spine into his belly as another climax grew inside her. For a few seconds the pain was gone, washed away in the wave of euphoria, masked behind the pleasure from within her. Even as the power of the orgasm ebbed, the pain remained softened, more bearable.

But the exertion had taken its toll now, her wings tired, the muscles throbbing with a constant dull ache. Supported entirely by his strength, she sagged under him, her wings hanging down beside her. On his outstretched wings they floated together towards the ground. Inside her, crushed between the coiled tails, she felt his penis grow soft, withdrawing partly from her, held only by their intertwined bodies.

As they landed, gently touching the surface with her outstretched legs, she felt the bad leg collapse beneath her. Catching a dangling claw on the ground, their full weight pivoted on the broken bones, crashing them onto the grass as she screamed in pain. His body slammed hard against her, twisting her slender neck against the surface, turning them over onto his back.

For a few seconds they were still, wrapped around each other as in mating, lying in an ever increasing pool of her blood. Then he stirred, rolling their two bodies over onto the queen's unbroken side, unravelling his body from hers. She remained motionless beside him, blood welling from her side with every beat of her heart.

They separated, the last of his semen spread in a film between their bodies, sticking them together for a second, stretching into thin strands before breaking as he rose. He spread his wings, pulling one from under her body, slick with her blood.

With his tongue he cleaned the wide open wound, licking at the edges. Gradually the bleeding stopped, revealing the extent of the split in her scales. Meticulously he removed the dried blood from the surrounding scales, restoring their original gleam. That done, he checked the rest of her body, picking off the debris from their landing, cleaning each cut, smoothing each torn scale. Finally, he cleaned down her tail, licking off his own semen, leaving her skin pristine.

Satisfied that he could do no more, he curled around her still body, covering her with a wing, and slept.

Days and weeks passed, still she lay unconscious under his watch. Her body began to waste away, the scales sinking around the outline of her delicate bone structure. Just a single swelling inside her belly, almost invisible.

He watched, occasionally leaving to feed, but most of the time waiting. Feeling her mind, barely a flicker, watching as the skin tightened around her ribs, thin enough to reveal the movement of the heart beating below.

Then, a sudden flash of pain, waking him from his sleep. A sudden awareness as she stirred beneath him.

Immediately he was fully awake. Feeling her mind, filled with urgency. Feeling the strain of her muscles, pushing at the single egg within her. Feeling the depth of her tiredness.

For hours he watched, seeing her grow weaker, unable to void the egg from her body, sharing his body heat in an attempt to strengthen her. Finally, she lifted her head, turning to him with a pleading look in her eyes. He stood over her, lying on her side alone, a shadow of her former self.

Supporting himself on one leg and the tips of his wings, touching the ground either side of her body, he lifted the other leg, the razor sharp claws at full extent. He pushed the end of the claw into her vagina, against the dilating muscles, and slowly drew it up her body, cutting through the paper thin scales and fragile bone without effort.

She raised her head to his, remaining silent though her mental screams burnt into his mind, and he wound his neck with hers. Still he continued cutting through her body, opening a gaping wound through which her blood flowed freely.

Stopping his cut almost a third of the way up her chest, he used his claws to rip away the skin and bone. Finally, he revealed a leathery surface within her, gleaming white against the blood. Carefully he dug behind, rolling it gently from her body, onto the ground beside her.

Once more she looked into his eyes, her own heavily clouded with pain. Just for a second they cleared, filling instead with gratitude, and then her head fell. He let it drag his own head down with it, and he slumped on the ground beside her body, the single egg between them.

Through the winter he lay around the egg, keeping it warm. Beside him, the queen's body slowly decayed to just the bones, initially defended by him, but picked at by the numerous carrion eaters while he slept. In time he gave in, allowing them to feed while he watched, occasionally striking at them, the occasional meal enough to sustain himself.

As the summer came he felt a new mind, gradually developing within the egg. While the days lengthened, the mind grew from no more than a fuzzy awareness to the sharp mind of a dragon. Finally, just after midsummer, a crack spread across the surface of the egg. He watched as the hatchling within crawled out of the confines of the leathery walls, drying itself off under the heat of the sun.

Satisfied in his task, he stood up, spread his wings and leapt into the air, sending the young dragon running for the cover of the crumbling bones. Under the shelter of her mother's skull, the new hatchling watched as her father soared towards the sun.

Chapter 5 - A New Queen

Eve had been a dragon for almost three years now. From her first steps into the world as a reptile, she had grown confident in her new form, discovering her ability to fly immediately from birth, claiming a cave as her own, flying over her lands, exploring and hunting.

Though she could often hear them at night, she rarely saw the males. The first time, she had seen a large group of males had attacking another male. Though the single male was larger than the others, their superior number was sufficient to take him down.

As she watched from a distance, well concealed, they feasted on the large male's genitals, while he was still conscious. The loss of blood had drained his strength, and only a couple of dragons were having to hold him down. Then one of the larger dragons, who had seemed to take a leadership role, started to force his penis into the captive's mouth.

Though he bit down with as much of his remaining strength as he could muster, this just served to please his rapist. He thrust wildly in and out of his victim's mouth, ignoring the sharp teeth. Soon all the attacking dragons had been roused into a sexual frenzy, and the scene quickly descended into a blood soaked orgy.

She watched with the scene with little feeling. She had changed inside as well as outside, so that she felt no repulsion towards the proceedings. As the wind blew the air from the orgy towards her, she could taste each individual dragon, revealing the large male to be an interloper into the territory, his scent different from the group. The wind also carried a frantic sexual energy in the air, sourced within the blood of the victim, and she drank in the taste.

As summer reached its peak, marking the start of her fourth year, she felt a feeling of emptiness growing inside her. From the hatchling of only a few feet, she had grown quickly, gaining six feet of length each year, now well over twenty feet long. In the past few months she had felt herself becoming ready to mate, felt the urge grow within her.

Now, she knew it was time. The lust had been building within her, and she could sense the agitated presence of the old males, her brothers, waiting for her, able to smell how her body revealed its desires.

Before dawn, a few days after midsummer, she took flight into the cool air, still well below the scorching temperatures it would reach by the evening. As the sun rose over the horizon, filling her land with light, she called. A great echoing cry thundering across the landscape, voiced from the memories of a thousand queens before her.

For a few seconds there was nothing, and she called again. Then, from the line of the horizon, a black cloud rose in front of the sun, thick enough to throw her into shadow. As it approached, she could make out the individual bodies, flapping in unison.

Suddenly they were upon her, a mass of reptilian bodies, swooping around, over and under her. All were larger than her, some only by a few feet, clearly hatched the year before her, while others were three or four times her length.

Though she had witnessed their wild orgies from a distance, large groups of males all copulating with each other, now there was no interest between the males, each mighty reptile focused only on her. Despite the evidence of their desire for her, prehensile penises fully erect and curling around her and against her as they flew by her, none of them initiated mating.

The instinct within told her what they were waiting for. She would have to choose from among them, to bestow the privilege of taking her draconic virginity. Though she knew that many would penetrate her by the day's end, only one would be first. For the first time, she felt herself the queen she was becoming, responsible for granting this greatest of honours to just a single male.

Eve chose. Outstretched claw grabbing onto scales, pulling one male against her. She recognised him as the leader of the group which she had watched attack the interloping male. The humanity still living inside her hated him for his brutality, but she saw in him the rampant sexuality which had motivated him into the murder and rape, and the dragon in her needed to feel it within her.

The crowd of dragons loosened, allowing him to circle her, showing off the full length of his body from handsome head, through serpentine neck, on to his muscular body, rippling with the beats of his wing. His scales gleamed in the early morning sunlight which broke through the reptilian cloud, illuminating each one with a tiny patch of light, and creating a mesmerising shimmering in her eyes.

Although not the largest dragons assembled, he was still much larger than Eve, and very well proportioned in the areas which caught her eye at the moment. Veins stood out around the shaft, anticipation swelling his penis to massive proportions as he slid it over her neck.

He flew round above her, and she felt his tail searching for hers, felt the tip of his cock tracing up her scales. Suddenly, without warning, without ceremony, it found her vagina and his body twisted, pushing within her.

Pain shattered Eve's mind. All she could feel was stretching and tearing as the dragon entered her. Her draconic virginity was taken as waves of pain cascaded through her, pain as she had never experienced the like of before.

She was the dragon queen, mightiest of beasts, not supposed to be able to be hurt like this. Yet this pain was very real, and her sensitivity to it had increased as her size had increased. In all her time of being a dragon, she had never been injured. Suddenly, she was in pain, and her mind told her she was no dragon, she was Eve, a human.

Adrenalin surged through her body as draconic instincts conflicted with human thoughts. Her entire body convulsed, and she blacked out momentarily. Her humanity took over, providing her with a single thought.

"Stop the pain."

She turned her body, freeing herself from the mating, and grabbed the male with her teeth. With her claws she struck at his penis, ripping into it, slicing deep into the surrounding area. She jerked her neck, pulling the male's flesh away in her teeth.

In the male's mind was only confusion. He had been chosen, and now he was being attackled. Although he had only thrust once, it was enough, and semen shot from the end of his bleeding penis, burning at the ripped flesh. Defensive instincts took control, and he tried to attack Eve, trying to force her to release him.

His efforts were useless against the maddened Queen. She slashed and bit wildly, ripping his chest open, puncturing his heart with a claw. He fell, and Eve fell with him, still holding him in her teeth. As they plummeted down, she suddenly regained thought, and flapped to a hover, leaving the male to drop to the ground.

She looked around, and saw hundreds of pairs of eyes looking back at her, fear visible in them at her madness. Below her, her victim hit the ground, a dull thud making the only noise in the complete silence.

Remorse hit her. She had killed a creature like herself. Slowly, she flew down to the ground, to land next to his broken body, his blood leaking onto the grass. Above, the remainder of the males looked on, not daring to move.

Her human side, still much in control, tried to justify her actions. He was as much of a killer as she, but she had encouraged him to commit the crime for which she had killed him. She had attacked him, knowing that he had been acting only instinct, had not meant to so much as hurt her, and that the pain he had caused was not the pain of injury.

The smell of blood mixed with semen filled her nostrils. Suddenly she was filled with a craving to eat the fallen body, to drink the bloodied sperm oozing from a pierced testicle. Before realising what she was doing, she ripped the testicle free of the body, and swallowed it whole.

Immediately a change came over her mind. The humanity in it was repressed and draconic instincts took over. A clarity came to her, and she perceived every detail with exaggerated senses. The warmth of the dead body below her was a furnace, and the taste of the blood on her lips both bitter and sweet at the same time. She bit into the dragon's body again, pulling its second testicle free, and again consumed it whole, feeling it slip down her throat and sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Desire to mate filled her. She looked up, and each dragon seemed to be painted on to the sky, frozen in time. She blinked, and movement came to the scene, great wing beats sending a deafening rhythm through her brain. She could pick each dragon out individually, and from each dragon she could see each muscle. Most of the dragons' penises had retreated into their bodies, but a few were still erect, and she could see each pulse of blood through the shaft calling to her, begging to be within her.

Suddenly she understood the behaviour of the dragons she had seen. The violent attacks on each other and the rapes were not territorial, as she had thought. They were entirely sexual, as each dragon tried to satisfy its craving for these wonderful sensations she was feeling, to drug itself with this wonderful hallucinogen.

She took the penis of the dead male in her mouth. It was still partially engorged with blood, and its head was smeared with semen and her own vaginal secretions. She swallowed, pulling her head down the shaft. Her throat muscles contracted, crushing blood and semen from the lifeless penis, and she drank them down, sucking every drop of blood.

The dragons watching from above had seen her actions, and knew the effects of consuming dragon blood and semen very well. In a psychedelic slow motion Eve saw them becoming erect again. Her mind was filled with only one thought, the desire to take each and every one of the dragons as her mate.

She jumped into the air, and flew up to the height of the males. Eve could sense them, picking up tiny scents, hearing minute changes in heartbeat, seeing almost imperceptible shifts in their bodies, feeling the air from their wings and all the time tasting the sweet draconic blood, its unique properties warping her mind. Her senses mingled and combined, reinforcing and intensifying each other, and she let herself be guided by them, incapable of consciously decoding the masses of information.

Again, she had to choose. The fate of their dead and mutilated brother was no deterrent to the males, a death following a mating preferable to immortal life without. Even though her virginity had been taken, she was not yet mated. There was still the opportunity to be the first to contribute sperm, and so to stand the best chance of fathering the new prince.

Eve flew between the dragons, admiring them, desiring them. Suddenly she chose, her confused senses allying together, targeted at one dragon. She flew underneath him, rubbing her body onto his, and then entwining her neck with his.

Eve wrapped her tail around his, exposing herself ready for a mating. The male was slightly longer than her, and her positioning left the head of his penis just brushing her. He arched his back slightly, pushing his penis just into Eve's vagina, and then gently, moving only with each wing beat, allowed himself to enter her.

The pain shot through her. Her vagina felt like it was being stretched to take ten times the twelve inches width going in, her body feeling as though it was splitting into two. For a brief moment, the pain was as intense and mind-shattering as last time, and then her senses focused on the pain, transforming it into a pleasure.

One by one, each of her nerves stopped reporting pain. Every contact on her skin stopped feeling like a touch, instead a haze of pleasure. The slightest air movement from the wings of the many dragons was a crashing wave across her skin. Where her neck and tail were wrapped around the male, a fire burnt, hot as the sun, almost too intense to keep the contact.

A final push from the male, and all six feet of his penis was inside her. She could hear his heartbeats, see his blood pounding inside her, and her own heart matched his, a perfect synchronisation, a perfect match between them.

He shifted, and started to pull out. The fire between them suddenly became an icy touch, freezing her neck to his. His tail scales slid over hers as he slowly moved backwards, using her own tail to support his weight as he moved.

As his penis emerged, she felt a void within her, a gigantic emptiness threatening to swallow her from the inside, constricting her. She tried to breathe out, but her lungs were being pulled by the nothingness within her. Her wings would not beat, the longing inside pulling them in. She hung from the male, letting him support both of their weights as he pushed back inside her.

Slowly the void slid away, replaced by a throbbing, comforting and safe, erotic and dangerous. The touch of his skin against hers was burning, even as her body froze, a shiver running through each muscle, starting from her clitoris, ending in her head, melting against the touch of the male's neck.

A contracting spasm went through her muscles, forcing the air out of her, pulling her body closer to the male, pulling his penis further in, grasping it tightly. She could feel each of his prominent veins sticking into her, and as he started to pull out again they rubbed over her clitoris, each contact sending another icy blast through her body.

Her vaginal muscles forced his penis completely out, and clamped shut. As he forced his way back in, she tried to relax the muscles, but she had no conscious control of her body. Her senses suddenly warped, and she was alone, except for the shaft pushing into her. Her muscles relaxed, and it slid in, before her muscles contracted again, pulling him into her.

Another sense warp, and she was watching herself, seeing her body being penetrated by a huge male, many times her size, watched by thousands of similarly sized dragons. Even as she watched, she was shrinking, until she was little more than a point, but a point of pure pleasure.

Suddenly she was back in her body again, feeling the concentrated emotion expanding within her, keeping its intensity yet growing in size until it was bigger than her, and still growing. She was in the centre of a sphere of pleasure, infinite in size, but no bigger than she was.

Inside she felt an orgasm building, at first a tiny spark. The male was getting faster, and each thrust inflated the spark, creating a balloon inside her. She could feel the breaths in the male's throat, the sound of air moving past her head alerting her that he was nearly ready to complete the mating.

The balloon inside her was still growing, until she could no longer contain it within her. It was forcing itself against the inside of her skin, suddenly a pain against the background of pleasure. Each thrust on the male's part made the pain more unbearable, until their was no pleasure in her body, just a web of hurt across her own skin.

She felt as though someone was pushing a thousand spears out from inside her, then a million. The pain breached her tolerance, and she cried out, but there was no sound, no release of pain. Another thrust from the dragon, and the sound arrived, a primal scream which shut out the pain for an instant, until it was overwhelmed.

Suddenly the male twitched, pulling Eve upwards, and she felt molten lead shooting within her, burning her insides, and then bursting the balloon. Quickly her scream changed from one of intolerable pain to one of intolerable pleasure, as her orgasm exploded within her.

Her body contorted wildly, held only by the grip on the male's neck and tail. She was loosing contact with consciousness, vision and touch disappearing, the utter bliss of orgasm the only thing in her mind. Suddenly even that disappeared, and for a moment her heart stopped. Her grip on the male failed, and she fell.

As quickly as it had gone, consciousness returned. Her wings flapped automatically, and she hovered. Inside her, the orgasm had gone, replaced with a feeling of complete lust for all things dragon. Something dripped onto her back, and she twisted her neck to lick it up and tasted the sweet taste of her first mate's semen.

Though her original need to mate was satisfied, Eve was not. The scent of blood, of semen, of hundreds of excited dragons filled the air, arousing the desire within her to mate with every dragon, to feel the heightened awareness and uncontrolled arousal which they provided. The males were more than happy to satisfy her needs. They flew around here, active with impatience in the knowledge that she was ready to mate again, exhibiting themselves in a bid to be the next.

For a while she hovered where she was, content to admire the males. Suddenly, as one flew past, she pushed herself forwards and bit onto his neck, sending him off balance. She used her claws to pull him up against her, straining to keep both of them aloft until he regained his flight.

This dragon was larger than her previous mate, almost four times her size, and well endowed for his length, almost a full twelve feet. She had picked him from the crowd for that very reason, and as she held him in her claws she could feel every inch of his penis against her stomach.

The hallucinogenic effects were fading away from her, but as her understanding of the situation increased, her conscious control disappeared. She was helpless to do anything but incite the male towards sex, although there was nothing else she wanted more. Even without the hallucinations, the intensity of sensations had not changed, and the touch of the dragon's body onto hers was irresistible.

She released her grip on the dragon, and blood dripped from the wounds her claws had left. The male paid no attention, his mind as singularly focused on the mating as Eve's. Below, smaller dragons caught drips of blood, revelling in their effects.

Free to move, he had no hesitation in moving from underneath her to above, readying himself to mate. Eve moved her tail to allow him access, and slowly he began to drive into her.

This time Eve was ready for the width of a dragon's penis, and the pain was lessened from the last time, although still present in its modified pleasurable form. She allowed herself to hover while their two bodies closed together. The lessening hallucinogenic effects allowed her to savour the sensation, feeling him moving slowly within her.

After her first experience she was used to her vagina stretching wide open, but now her insides were being pushed forwards. Her deep breaths were being stopped shot, her lungs struggling to expand against the pressure inside her.

Just as she thought that she could take no more inside her, the force stopped, the male pressed tight against her. For a moment, they were as one, his dark scales against the bright colouring on her back, hearts beating together. Suddenly, the male pulled back, away from her body, the gentleness of his slow entry into her lost.

Once he was withdrawn from her, he immediately forced his way back in again, this time quickly and roughly. Flying independently of him, Eve was pushed forwards, and he thrust a claw into her side to try and steady her, hooking beneath her scales. She quickly increased the strength of her wing beats, allowing her to stay still as he slid into her.

Without the intertwined tails of her previous mating, a much rougher and more intense style was developing. The larger size of the dragon over her previous mate represented a huge increase in strength and speed, his powerful wing muscles driving all twelve feet of his penis in and out every few seconds.

With his increased speed, it was less than a minute until she felt his body shudder close against her, the powerful surge up the length of his penis and into her. Its force knocked the breath out of her, taking away her orgasm just as it came.

The male realised this, and barely losing his rhythm, thrust twice more, just enough to regain her lost orgasm and push Eve over the edge. Muscles within her contracted, crushing the shaft within her, squeezing the last drops of his sperm into her.

He responded with yet another pulse of semen into her. For a few seconds, they remained locked together by the contractions within her, and then she furled her wings, dropping down and releasing his penis, diving into the males below as they fought to catch his come dripping from her. At the last minute she spread her wings, just brushing her body against theirs as she swooped over them.

Immediately Eve started the search for her next mate. She chose quickly, flying towards another fairly well endowed dragon. As she approached, she thrust out her claws, and cut into his chest, a fairly shallow wound but with blood quickly appearing on its surface. She licked at the red lines, and then continued down his stomach to run her tongue over his genitals.

She flew away for a second, and raked herself with her claws, cutting into herself a mirror image of the wounds she had inflicted on the male. As blood appeared, she flew to the male, allowing him to run his tongue over the cuts, and then down over her vagina, just as she had done to him.

The effect was instantaneous. His already bulging erection swelled further, veins standing out in the immense pressure of the blood pumped into it. A few drops of his cum appeared at the end of his penis, and she licked those off, mixing it with his blood, and then presented herself for the mating.

While the size of her previous mate had given his actions a great intensity, compared to her new mate it was almost pedestrian. Lacking in the size of her previous mate, the new male more than made up in effort, and his smaller size meant each movement came easier.

His penis pushed in and out, each movement fluid with the sexual energy given to him. The movements forced blood out of both his and her injuries, and it mixed, flowing between them, lubricating his movements, staining her scales a deep crimson.

A brave dragon flew towards them, and licked off a little of her blood, then allowing his tongue to move onto the male's body. As with Eve's current mate, her blood gave an instant effect to him, and his flapping grew erratic as he lost concentration on anything but sex.

More males followed his lead, braving the mate's flailing tail to get at even a drop of Eve's blood. The constant movement of tongues over her skin, often finishing at her vagina and then onto the male, was only serving to arouse her more, and her orgasm began, to be joined seconds later by that of her mate, his cries of pleasure filling the air.

He withdrew, his come mixing with their blood, quickly consumed by the males assembled around her. Without the body of another dragon in the way, their tongues were free to move over all of her, across her chest over the wounds, into her vagina, cleaning off the sperm off her previous mates.

The touch of the tongues on her was arousing, but it was not enough to take her to orgasm. Physical sensations were not sufficient; she needed to have a dragon inside her, to mate and to reproduce. The desires moving her were not just for the sexual pleasure, but to ensure the continuation of the species, to create a mate for her who would be worthy of her.

Meanwhile, her most recent mate flew in front of her, hovering, presenting himself to her. Before she even had chance to think, she found herself twisting, ripping into his chest with a claw, burying her face into the wound, ripping his heart from his body, biting into the still beating muscle.

He fell, his body sliding down her claw, splitting into two. She darted forwards with her head, grabbing a single testicle in her teeth before the mass of males beneath her tore into the body, fighting over the rights to cannibalise their brother. Within seconds he had been ripped apart, and the fight began to blur into a wild orgy, into the midst of which Eve flew.

Once in the middle of the group, the males needed no invitation to mate with her. Even their strongest instincts to obey and respect the queen had fallen after the drinking of her blood and the consumption of their brother; nothing was left except sexual desires.

As the hallucinogen present so strongly in his testicle and blood began to affect her once more, she felt a penis push within her, snaking into her as she sank deeper into the massed dragons.

As he started to pull out, he suddenly pushed back in with a grunt of surprise. Eve looked around to see another male who had penetrated the one mating with her. She used her strength to slide on his penis until he found a rhythm which satisfied both her and the newcomer. Each thrust of the middle dragon would be followed by one of the topmost dragon, pushing her mate further into her.

She struggled to stay airborne, fighting against the combined strength of two frenzied dragons, the drug within her providing her with the necessary strength. She did not have to hold her position for long until she heard the topmost dragon give out a cry of delight, followed immediately by the sensation of her mate shooting his load into her. As they writhed on top of her, the orgasm building inside burst, and she lost control of her body.

As soon as the dragon withdrew from her, other males started to compete for the right to her next. She flew between their fights, slithering between blood soaked bodies as if swimming, unable to distinguish where one stopped and the next began, scaly bodies flowing like liquid.

She felt the liquid immerse her, soaking into her, the tiny consciousness that remained knowing it was another penetration, no longer caring. It supported her weight, rippling over her scales, and she relaxed her wings, sinking in.

Waves buffeted her from all sides as dragons pushed against her, the greatest of all tsunamis flowing into her, rolling again and again through her. Her own waves swelled inside, at first swallowed up by the tsunami, then growing until they were equal in height, before finally both crashed together.

The wave washed away, and suddenly she was the liquid, surrounded on all sides by reptilian walls, closing in, crushing her. One wall grew out, piercing her, and she flowed around its shape, letting bubbles of air form as it slid in and out of her.

From far away, there was pain, a great stretching. In the calmness of the water, another solid shape joined the first. As they moved in and out of her, she became a single wave, being driven by two separate forces, crashing one way then another.

White foam shot into her, spreading through her water, making it feel as though she boiled in contact. One of the intrusions into her slipped free, moments later the second sprayed into her, sliding out as she felt herself returning to draconic form.

Once again she perceived the dragons around her, yet seemingly so slow. In front of her eyes, a huge male grabbed a smaller with its claws and bit through its skull in a single bite, blood pumping from the ripped arteries into a red mist, bone and brain tumbling so gently before her.

The large male lifted the victim before her, and she tore through the scales, pulling out both testicles and swallowing them. He dropped the body to the throng below, and forced his way onto her, clawing and biting to reach her.

She wrapped her tail around his, sensing his penis as it searched to penetrate her, guiding it in, feeling as her body expanded to take it. Even with all the action surrounding them, he moved only slowly, giving her body time to stretch around its size, letting her feel no pain.

All around them the other dragons flew, trying to get close to her body. The male on top of her snapped at them as they neared his head, tearing great chunks of flesh from those unlucky enough to be caught, but they continued relentlessly, unable to resist her draw.

Again the hallucinogen started to catch, its effects strengthening as she began to succumb to exhaustion, its ecstatic hold doubled by her own pleasures. She felt herself slipping away, her mind retreating into her body, becoming no more than a wild euphoria, centred around the male deep inside her.

Though his penis moved in and out of her, she did not feel it, all just blurring into a single sensation. Eventually he came, digging deep into her skin with his claws, piercing through the scales to draw blood, moving her entire body as his shuddered, drawing out her own orgasm.

He pulled out of her, another taking his place almost before he was free from her. Eve barely noticed, no longer feeling the physical. Her grasp on the world fell further away, and she closed her eyes, shutting out the sight of the dragons around her, looking into a world of colours and shapes, seeing the lust painted all around, seeing her own sensations diffusing and mixing with the shimmering, then returning a thousand fold.

As she reached another orgasm, her body could take no more, and the colours faded into darkness. The dragons continued to fly over her, to mate with her, and still her body responded to them, even without her consciousness to control it, their abuse continuing long after she could no longer witness it.

Chapter 6 - The First Clutch

Eve woke up, and the world slowly came into focus. The sun hung overhead, but the air held a slight chill. Around her the grass was stained the deep crimson of dried dragon blood. The bodies of dead dragons occasionally marred the landscape, twisted skeletons, the remnants of their flesh all that was left on their bones.

She dragged herself over to one of the bodies, marvelling at the skeleton, so weak and fragile stripped of its muscles and scales. A long clean split ran through one side of the ribs, revealing the structure of the bones, bringing back memories of her murder and cannibalism.

On one of the further carcasses a group of vultures perched, seemingly disappointed that Eve had got up, denying them another feast of dragon meat. As she looked over at them they flew into the air, searching for better carrion.

She stretched her wings, revealing dark patches of dried blood which flaked off as she moved, and leapt into the air, quickly climbing above the scene. Once she found her bearings, she headed towards the cave she had adopted as her home, filled with a need to sleep, yet curiously without hunger.

Eve awoke again. The air was cooler, summer now long gone. She rose to her feet, and her belly dragged underneath her. Outside, she could see the crisp colours of the arrival of spring. Even the short journey to the mouth of her home tired her, and she had to rest, looking over her land.

Her swollen belly felt strange underneath her, and reminded her what being queen entailed. She knew that she was ready to lay, to begin the next generation from which she would choose her mate.

She walked back to the deepest part of her cave, away from the cool air of the outside. This far in the air was warm and stale, heated from under the ground. She instinctively felt that this was where she should lay her eggs, the same instinct which had guided her to choose this cave in the first place.

She lay down, not knowing what to expect. She had no idea what it would be like to lay eggs; she had never even given birth. Fear started to creep into her, a wariness of the unknown. She fought against the fear, trying to remain calm, ready for what would come next.

Almost without warning, she felt something warm slide out of her, slick with her blood. A damp mixture of thin membranes, torn tissue and clotted blood fell onto the ground beneath her, and she felt her vagina start to dilate as it was forced open from inside her.

Muscles she was not aware even existed started to strain inside her, pushing against the weight in her belly. She felt herself stretch wider until the pain became unbearable, and vomited, her stomach cramping.

Suddenly, almost effortlessly, she felt the egg slide out, on to the sand covering the ground. The muscles relaxed, and she caught her breath, freed from the pain. Her respite was only brief, and she quickly felt another egg readying itself.

It came no easier than the first, an agony through her belly as it passed out from her. Now they had begun, the next followed swiftly, the pain never lessening, but gradually she found herself able to block out her suffering.

Eventually she could feel no more within her, and turned around to inspect the eggs, smooth and white, their surfaces marred only by the occasional dark patch and the red of her blood. In them she could feel the minds of her children, barely conscious. A few shells held no life, and she ripped open the shells, four empty, one containing only the body of a dragon. Now hungry, she consumed the contents, her stomach desperate for the nutrition contained within.

She licked herself clean, pulling the remainder of the membrane holding the eggs from within her, allowing it to fall onto them. She curled her body around the eggs, exhaustion from the laying getting the better of her, and slept, the warmth of her body joined with the warmth of the cave, incubating the eggs, caring for her future mate.