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Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.
Azuliana – Azkobez Hold, The Otsal Mountains
It had been a long, long time since I had been anything but a human woman. A busty one at that. Now I was a halfling who was as flat-chested as a fourteen-year-old girl. It certainly was different being half my size. I was so skinny. I slid through the ventilation tunnel.
How did the dwarves carve out this skinny tunnel through the stone? They couldn’t fit in here. I barely fit. It was tight, but I kept crawling. I worked my way through it to the vent at the other end. Made of metal of superb craftsmanship. I reached it and punched it.
The metal grating hit the ground with a loud clatter. I winced and thrust my head out. My short bob of blue hair swayed about me. That was the one thing I couldn’t change. My hair color. It matched my scale color. I looked back and forth. It was empty. I was in a side corridor, the guards keeping us in Ufexis’s lab on the other side.
I opened the backpack and blurred into the form of a dwarf. My body swelled. I grew far, far curvier. Big and bountiful breasts. Proportionately, they were bigger in this form. I grabbed the black dye and the gloves. I pulled those on, my big boobs swaying before me.
I missed my collar. I had grown so used to the symbol of servitude to my son. It felt like a part of me. My wife wore a matching collar. I hoped Sianili was doing well. I missed her desperately sometimes. Other times, I was ashamed to say, I hardly thought of her.
Gloves on, I started working the dye into my hair, covering my blue locks in black so that I wouldn’t stand out. I worked fast. Anyone could find me. The dye was slick and left a gleam in my locks. I kept my hair short. I had seen a few dwarven women with this style. That way, less chance of getting dye on my body and giving it away.
Luckily, I didn’t have to create pubic hair. Some dwarven women must shave. So no blue bush to give me away. I tucked it all back inside along with the canisters. I also thrust the grate into my backpack. Hopefully, no one would notice covering was missing.
I drew in a deep breath and began moving around the hold.
It was so terrifying as I moved into more populated centers. But none of the male dwarves so much as glanced at me. I gave them flirty smiles and squeezed my boobs invitation the way I had seen other dwarf females.
Their males were all made of stone. Not a big of lust for my big boobs.
I stashed the first canister near the market. I had an idea where I should place each of them. I moved through the hold. The tunnels were all carved wide. Light came from cunning crystals that directed light down from the surface through veins of stone. It was particularly useful in the more residential sections.
Here the homes were carved into the walls, with lights glowing on in them. The dwarves were bustling about. Males all. I didn’t see any of the females doing housework. Male dwarves were beating rugs, hanging out laundry, and tending to fungi gardens. The only female I saw was getting fucked by a pair of male cuckoos while three male dwarves were bringing in supplies.
They were probably her husbands who were happy not to have to satisfy her appetites.
The only ones who noticed me were the male cuckoos. They stared at me with hunger. A few of them turned into Kurtis on me. I shivered at seeing my son, but I kept on marching. I had to place the canisters. I wasn’t a female dwarf.
I could control myself.
But I was growing wetter and wetter. The longer I stayed in the form, the more the infamous female dwarven sex drive grew in me. This growing itch swelled and swelled in my cunt. Without pubic hair, and going around naked, the juices were spilling hot down my thighs.
I stashed the third canister and moved toward the halls where the decisions were made, like the council chamber where Skuld held court. I kept smiling at the male dwarves I passed, aching for one of them to just whip out his cock and—
I shook my head. What was I thinking? I was Kurtis’s and...
Kurtis stared at me. He had a big smile on his lips. That roguish grin that was so much like his father’s. Oh, how Las had seduced Sianili and me with such ease when he came to our island. Our two daughters were asleep as the God of Las ravished us all night long. He fucked us in all our holes, leaving us dripping in cum before he fled the storm that rocked our island the next day.
Vedr’s work. The Goddess of Storms loved her wife, the Goddess of Suffering, too much. Vedr was too ready to spread cruelty for Throwia’s amusement.
Thinking about Throwia and Vedr, the two Goddesses that were not happy with my family, helped me to focus. I wasn’t just moving through this place at random. I was helping my family. My children. Two of my daughters were in danger. I might not have birthed Lasla, but my wife had. That made her as much my daughter as Pyrriah, Frelia, and Iliasa.
I fled the false-Kurtis and stashed the canister near the council room. My pussy juices ran hot down my thighs. I just had one more canister to place. I whimpered, the pussy cream flowing like a molten river down my thighs.
“Hello.”
I jumped and whirled around to find Skuld marching up to me. She looked me up and down. “How long has it been since a man fucked you?”
“An hour,” I whimpered, squirming. What if she realized I didn’t live here.
Skuld tapped her chin. “Do I know you?”
Fear rippled through me. “It’s Verdandi. We were in an orgy together last month. I licked cum out of your pussy. You rimmed my asshole.”
Skuld nodded her head, struggling to remember. Then she just faked it. “Yes, yes, Verdandi, I remember now. You had a yummy asshole.”
“Thanks,” I said, squirming, one more canister to place.
“Well, you should find a male. I left three in the council room. My husbands. Feel free to have them fuck you. They’re cuckoos. They all looked like Kurtis for me.” She shuddered. “That was magnificent. I have so much cum in me right now. Care to lick it out.”
“I’m trying to have one of my husband’s babies,” I groaned. “They’re waiting for me. They made me take a break so they could recover.”
“Ah, you married dwarves. Well, that’s still good.” Skuld leaned in. “Get yourself at least three cuckoos, though. You need that much or you’ll kill them.”
“Thanks for the advice.” I quivered. “I really have to be going.”
Skuld smacked my rump as I rushed off.
I bit my lip, trying not to succumb to my lust. Everywhere I looked, stood Kurtis.
He wore tight leather pants and no shirt.
He stood naked, his cock thrusting out and pierced by a gold ring.
Three of them stood with hungry eyes all wanting to throw me down and ravish me. One for each of my holes.
He took my hand and kissed it. “I feel your need. Let me ravish you. You’re not the only dwarf woman who craves Kurtis. Let me be his substitute.”
“N-no,” I squeaked and fled.
I stashed the canister near the food supplies, great rooms that held grains, mushrooms, vegetables, smoked meat, and more. I fled back to the lab, the sweet musk of my pussy feeling my nose. I thrust a hand between my legs, rubbing my cuntlips. I thrummed my clit.
My big boobs bounced and heaved as I ran through a gauntlet of Kurtises. Rugged and tan faces. Blue, hungry eyes. Strong bodies. Huge cocks. Black hair. That smile. That hungry, possessive smile. I whimpered and moaned.
The real Kurtis awaited me. These weren’t my sons. It wasn’t incest to lie with them. I didn’t birth them. Their cocks didn’t belong in my pussy. My son’s did. I kept saying that as I rushed back to the vent I had crawled out of.
It was so high above me. But I was alone. So I became the tallest of the dual-sex races. I became an orc. The die melted from my hair as it grew thick and ropy. I swelled in height, my skin going from a deep tan to a swarthy green. I thrust my hands up and grabbed the vent with ease. I flowed into a skinny halfling keeping a firm grip. My feet dangled off the floor. I scrambled up into it, my slender, nearly flat-chested body sliding into the hole. I wiggled down it, dragging my backpack, and thrust my head out into the laboratory.
Kurtis let out an explosive breath.
As I turned into a human woman, he swept me up in his arms and kissed me with such passion. I melted into him, so glad to be held by the real Kurtis. I could feel it was my son. He had something that no mortal could mimic. Something that came from his father.
Kurtis
I closed the door, along with my mother in our personal quarters. We had just five hours to wait until the gas should start flooding it. The tonics we would have to take right before that were hidden in my robes. I pulled them out, two vials of a murky, brown concoction. I set them on a table.
My mother fell on the bed, her big breasts bouncing. Pussy cream coated her thighs. She stared at me with such lust in her blue eyes. I could tell she needed me, but ... Ziryihm’s words echoed in my mind. I pulled off my robe, my cock thrusting out hard before me.
“Mother,” I said, turning to face her.
“Yes, Master?” she cooed, her fingers playing with her collar. She had insisted on donning it the moment we broke our embrace.
“Am I being too reckless with you?” I asked. “I mean, if anyone were to realize that you’re a dragon. Like Queen Athirmi or if one of the Orders of Knights found out. You’d be hunted again. I could be dooming you to never having peace or happiness.”
My mother smiled at me. “Kurtis, this is a risk I’m willing to take. When I flew us from our island, I knew it might come to revealing my true form to the world. But you’re my son. I believe in what you’re doing. I’m here to support you and your sisters in this.”
“Really?” I asked, sitting on the bed beside her.
She sat up and threw her arms around my neck. My mother pulled my face towards her. “Really, Kurtis. I knew the risks, and I accepted them. I’m your sex slave and your mother. I want to obey you and protect you. If I had to turn into a dragon in front of the whole world to do that, I would.” Her face turned fierce. “Never come between a dragon and her children. I will remind the world why they fear my kind if it means saving you.”
“Mother,” I breathed, smiling at her.
She kissed me. I gasped at the boldness of her. Then she pulled me down on top of her. My naked form pressing into hers. I shuddered, feeling her boobs rubbing into my chest. My tongue danced around in her mouth. My cock throbbed and ached. I wanted to slide into her. Just fuck her hard. She was so intoxicating beneath me.
My cock nuzzled into her shaved folds. I found her entrance and sank into her warm, hot, and inviting flesh. Into the very pussy that had brought me into this world. Her motherly embrace slid over my cock. I shuddered on her, kissing her with passion.
She kissed me back with equal delight.
My cock throbbed in her cunt. I loved the feel of her squeezing about me. She held me tight. My dick throbbed in her pussy. It pulsed and ached with the wild beat of my heart. I kissed her with hunger. Her pussy squeezed about my shaft.
I broke the kiss. “Mother...”
“Mmm, my big and strong son,” she purred. “Back where he belongs. The only cock I need.”
“But you need pussy,” I purred. “Mother Sianili’s pussy. Lasla’s and Pyrriah’s pussies.”
“And your older sisters,” she purred. “Your sex slaves. Anyone that you bring into our family.”
“Our daughter?” I asked. “Velyianira.”
“I liked,” my mother whispered. “I’m not the last dragon. Our daughter is. I can feel it. She’ll be like me. But maybe ... not as violent as my kind. Lustier. She’ll have your demigod blood in her.”
A shiver ran through me. “That’s exciting. My own dragon-daughter.”
My mother nodded, her pussy squeezing about me. “And when she’s old enough, you’ll deflower her then I shall enjoy her sloppy seconds.”
“You are one wicked mother,” I groaned and drew back my cock.
“Ooh, what a compliment you give me, Master,” she moaned.
I thrust back into her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her snatch. Her pussy clenched about me. It was an amazing delight. I loved how she held me. The way she gripped me. Her silky flesh massaged me. I groaned, thrusting into her pussy. I pumped away at her.
I loved her with all my heart. I kissed her with passion. My tongue thrust into her mouth. She moaned, holding me to her big and soft boobs. I loved them just this size, though knowing she could change shape ... That was interesting.
My tongue danced with hers. She groaned, her pussy clenching about my cock. Her hands stroked my back as I thrust away at her pussy. I plunged to the hilt in her again and again. I buried over and over, reveling in her twat.
I wanted her pussy to ripple and writhe around my dick. I ached for her snatch to go wild about my cock. I buried into her again and again, loving the way her twat held me. She squeezed about me in such a spectacular way.
The bed creaked as I thrust into her hard.
She groaned. Her fingernails bit into my back. She raked burning furrows across me, her pussy massaging my dick. The ache grew and grew with each thrust into her pussy.
Into the heaven of her incestuous snatch.
I fucked my dragon-mother with passion. Her thighs gripped my hips. She humped back into me, moaning into my lips. Our tongues danced through the other’s mouths. She tasted fantastic. I shuddered, plowing hard into her. I fucked her with passion.
I broke the kiss and groaned, “Mother!”
“Yes, yes, Kurtis,” she moaned. “Ooh, that’s so good. Your dick is plunging into me. You’re fucking me hard. I love it.”
“Good!” I stared into her blue eyes. “I want to feel your pussy going wild, Mother. I want to flood you with my cum.”
“Matar’s big dick and tight cunt!” she groaned as I drove my cock into her cunt. “Yes, yes, flood me with it all. Mmm, that will be so good.”
I smiled at her, thrusting away with hard plunges. I felt her climax building and building in her body. I tweaked her impending orgasm, enhancing it as I slammed my cock into her pussy. She deserved to have this pleasure. This passion.
I plunged hard into her, swelling her orgasm. I brought her to the brink of her bliss. She bucked beneath me, her fingernails clawing across my back. She cried out in rapture as I buried my cock to the hilt in her cunt.
“Master!” she roared with her throaty passion.
Her pussy went wild around my cock.
Her cunt spasmed and convulsed around my dick. It was incredible having her writhe and convulse around my cock, her pussy worshiping my shaft. I shuddered, loving every moment of her hot flesh suckling at me. My face contorted with the passion of this moment.
I loved it. I threw back my head and erupted.
“Las’s big dick!” I howled as I flooded my mother’s pussy.
“Matar’s big cock!” she moaned, her twat writhing around my cock.
I spurted blast after blast of incestuous cum into her pussy. I basted her with everything in my balls. I groaned with each spurt. I unloaded all my seed into her. The pleasure slammed into my mind. It was incredible. I shuddered through the ecstasy, loving every moment of it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, her flesh suckling around me. “Oh, my god, that’s good. That’s so good. Ooh, I love it. I love what you did to me. Oh, Master, fill me up!”
“Mother!” I groaned, pumping all my seed into her snatch.
The pleasure fired into my mind. I shuddered on her, reveling in the passion of her pussy milking my cock. She worked out every drop of cum that I had in my nuts. I panted on her, loving this moment of uniting with her.
“It’s going to be okay, Kurtis,” she purred, touching me. “I know you’re strong enough that you’ll never have to use me. My secret will be safe and sound.”
“Yes, Mother,” I panted, my heart hammering in my chest. “It will be. I promise.”
She smiled at me, her eyes hungry. “I know. Mmm, you’re such a strong son, too. So virile. You’re going to protect me.”
“I will, Mother,” I promised her and kissed her.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She danced it around in me. She hugged me tight, her hands stroking up and down my back. We had more time to kill. I wondered how many times I could make my mother cum?
I lost track. I left her dripping in cum. When it was time to drink the tonic that Ufexis gave us, My Mother was a mess. She was washing herself off with a wet cloth as I grabbed the vials. I handed her one and then popped off the cork.
“Gods damn,” I gasped at the pungent scent.
“That is ... strong,” Mother said, her eyes watering. “Well...” She tossed it back.
I sighed and did the same. It had to be done. The thing about being strong was doing things you found distasteful. This was definitely one of those things. I gulped down the sludge, my throat working. It was thick and bitter. I tried not to think about it. I could feel it settling into my stomach, this weight. My brow furrowed as my gut gurgled in protest.
I pulled on my robe and rolled my hips. It was time to leave here. I hoped the rebels would achieve their goal. I would love to stay, but I couldn’t be tied down in one place. I had to get to the SerpentOracle in the Empire of Shizhuth and find some clue on how to save my father.
A cloud of thick, pink smoke billowed beneath the door. The scent of soothing chamomile filled the air. I would have fallen asleep, but my guts gurgled again. I winced as a painful twist rippled through me. I glanced at my mother. She rubbed at her belly.
“So it works by making you want to throw up so you can’t sleep?” I muttered and opened the door.
A thick, pink fog washed over me. I stepped into it, the haze choking off distances. I could see about fifteen feet. The two guards out front had collapsed. They snored away. At least we knew it was working.
“Come on,” I said and marched into the mist, my dragon-mother padding behind me.
We moved through the corridors, passing more dwarves and cuckoos passed out. One couple looked to have been in mid-fuck when it hit them. They were sleeping in twined, the female dwarf still impaled on the male cuckoo’s dick.
It was surreal moving through the pink haze. My stomach gurgled threateningly. The taste of bile crept up the back of my throat. I kept it down as we moved through to the lab where Ufexis and Ziryihm would be waiting for us.
The collar I made her wear lay ruined on the ground.
They were outside of it. The gnome looked quite pleased with herself. The deva’s golden wings rustled. She saw me and let out a sigh of relief. She motioned and padded down the hallway. Ufexis skipped along behind her, wearing a heavy backpack that rattled.
We moved to the exit of the hold. The fog spilled out here, too. The guards on watch had collapsed. The vapor spilled out into the canyon where I had been chased. We stepped out into the night. Dawn wasn’t far off. The sky was lightening before us.
“The Centaurs should be waiting at the mouth of the canyon,” I said and marched out into the dark.
My mother fell in at my side. Ziryihm strode at the other. Ufexis skipped along beside us, humming in such an insane way. I rolled my shoulders I felt like someone was watching us. But the entire hold had been knocked out. Right?
“Who’s down there?” a voice shouted from above.
“That’s the deva and the gnome. Plus the two humans we took!”
“HALT!” a powerful voice rang out. A javelin buried in the ground before me. It quivered.
“Why aren’t they unconscious?” Ziryihm asked.
“Oh, right, they’re outside of the hold,” Ufexis said. She burst into giggles. “I forgot all about them. Of course, they wouldn’t be hurt.”
“RUN!” I shouted, grabbed my mother’s hand, and broke into a run.
Whistles blew above us. Javelins soared down at us. They cashed into the ground. Wings flapped, the cuckoos in their avian forms swooping down at us. Death rained down. One flashed down before me, striking the ground. I snatched it up.
I whirled and threw it butt first at a cuckoo. I struck the defender in the head. He yelped and crashed to the ground, knocked out.
More javelins pelted at us. We raced down the tunnel, the gnome gasping. Her backpack rattled as she lagged behind. I was about to get her and pick her up when she downed a potion. Suddenly, her legs ran faster. She jumped over a boulder and caught up with us.
“Let’s hustle!” she shouted, pulling ahead.
“Las’s big dick!” I cursed. “Come on, Mother!”
The whistles blew. More javelins pelted down. One struck the deva’s wing. She hissed in pain and ripped it out. She flung it back, not caring if she killed the defenders. I heard a scream and a thud. I winced. I didn’t want any to die.
Then the whistles changed. It blew shrill. The flapping pulled up. I frowned only to hear hooves drumming ahead. Then the centaurs appeared, the women riding on their backs knocking arrows and losing them up into the sky. The defenders peeled off.
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