"Pfftt..."
"Don't you dare laugh, Morgana Nosferat." Vicky's voice was a low growl, but her cheeks were burning with a deep shade of crimson. "You asked for this."
My laughter died in my throat. I wasn't laughing at her. I was laughing at the... the...
"Pfftt... HAHAHAHA!" I couldn't help it; the sight was just too hilarious.
Between Vicky's legs, sprouting from her smooth, glistening folds, was a... Well, to be fair, when she took the dragon form, and the scales on her crotch opened up to reveal the dragon cock, I thought it would be the same shape in my head.
I was wrong.
It was just... Well, the first thought that came to my mind when I saw Vicky's dragon was 'muscular biceps.'
That's exactly what her cock looked like. A thick, veiny, muscular bicep. It was as if someone had taken a man's perfectly sculpted arm, attached it to her crotch, and decided to call it a dick.
It's not that I don't like it, no, I love it! But the shape was just so unexpected. I couldn't help but laugh.
It was thick, ridged with pulsating veins, and had a distinct, defined "bicep"-shaped knot at the base. The head was pointy and angry-looking, glistening with pre-cum. The underside was a series of small, hard ridges, like a dragon's spine.
It was, in a word, ridiculous.
And, I had to admit, it was a little terrifying.
"It's not funny!" Vicky huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, which only made her ridiculous "bicep-cock" twitch. "It's a very... functional... dragon cock."
"Functional?" I managed to gasp between laughs. "Vicky, it looks like you're about to ask me to spot you at the gym!"
"I... that's..." she stammered, her face getting even redder. "It's for maximum stimulation! The ridges, the knot... It's designed to... to... 'lock in' during mating. To ensure... deep... penetration... and... and... oh, just shut up and spread your legs!"
Her embarrassment only fueled my amusement, but beneath the laughter, a genuine fire was building in my core. Her ridiculous cock was also... intriguing. The sheer primal power it represented, the raw, untamed draconic essence... It was a turn-on.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," I said, finally getting my laughter under control, though a grin still played on my lips. "It's... unique. I'll give you that. Now, are you going to stand there flexing all day, or are you going to use that... 'bicep' to breed me?"
My words, laced with challenge and pure lust, were all the encouragement she needed.
The last of her hesitation evaporated, replaced by the familiar, fiery defiance I knew so well. She was no longer the embarrassed sister; she was the dragon queen, the goddess in her own right, ready to claim her mate.
"You asked for it, you slutty goddess," she growled, a predatory glint in her crimson eyes.
She was on me in a flash, her strength surprising me. She wasn't just strong; she was powerful, her movements fluid and precise. Before I could even adjust my position, she had pinned my wrists against the sweat-soaked pillows, her weight pressing me into the mattress.
Up close, the "bicep-cock" was even more intimidating. It didn't just look muscular; it radiated heat—a literal, draconic fever that made the air between our thighs shimmer. The ridged "spine" along the underside throbbed in sync with her racing heart, and the sharp, pointed head wept a thick, translucent fluid that smelled of musk and ancient embers.
"Spread those godly legs, Morgi," she snarled, her voice a husky rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "I'm going to pump you so full of dragon seed, your belly's going to look like you swallowed a fucking boulder."
"You wanted the dragon. You get the dragon," she added, her cock twitching, the "bicep" knot at the base swelling even larger.
I didn't need to be told twice. I parted my legs willingly, my own core a molten inferno of need. The anticipation was exquisite. I had bred countless beings, but this was different. This was my sister, my other half, claiming me in turn.
"Do it, sister. Breed your goddess. Fill me until I burst."
She didn't waste a second. The pointy, angry head of her ridiculous dragon dick prodded at my entrance, the ridges along its underside scraping teasingly against my slick folds. Then, with a savage thrust, she buried half of that muscular monstrosity inside me.
"FUUUCK!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed. It was like being impaled on a living battering ram—thick, unyielding, stretching me to my limits. The veins pulsed against my walls, the ridges dragging like hooks, sending electric jolts of pleasure-pain exploding through my core.
"Tight... so fucking tight," Vicky groaned, her claws digging into my hips as she forced the rest in, that bicep-knot at the base popping past my entrance with a wet schlurp. It locked in place, swelling slightly, sealing her cock deep inside my womb. "You're mine now, slut. Feel that? That's your sister's knot claiming you."
"Y-Yes... harder, Vicky! Pound me! Knock me up with your daughters!" I gasped, the words barely comprehensible through the haze of pure sensation. The feeling of being so utterly filled, so completely claimed, was divine. My pussy clenched down greedily, milking her ridged shaft, my body already on the verge of an orgasm.
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Vicky obliged, her hips snapping forward in brutal, relentless rhythm. Each drive was an act of pure, primal possession. The ridges along her cock scraped against my g-spot with every thrust, the knot grinding against my cervix, threatening to batter its way into my very core, her heavy balls—each the size of a fist—swinging wildly, smacking my ass.
'Gods, it's perfect,' I thought, drool trickling from my lips as my first orgasm ripped through me like a tsunami. My pussy clenched around her shaft, milking it desperately. 'This dragon bicep-dick is going to flood me...'
My womb was already aching, already preparing to receive her seed.
"GIVE IT TO ME, MY SISTER!" I howled, my nails raking down her back, drawing blood. "GIVE ME ALL OF IT! FILL YOUR BROODMARE!"
After that, everything descended into a raw, carnal frenzy.
...
How long did we fuck?
No idea. But it was definitely more than a week.
Pure, non-stop breeding.
I used my divine energy to keep our stamina up; we tried all the sexy positions.
I had her fuck me from behind, her knot keeping me locked to her as she drove into me like a beast, her hands gripping my ass so hard I knew I'd have bruises for a week. I had her ride me, my hands on her hips, guiding her as she bounced up and down on that ridiculous cock, her tits jiggling, her face a mask of pure ecstasy.
But my favorite was when she took me in the air, her wings unfurling, lifting us both off the bed. I was weightless, impaled on her cock, her hands supporting my back as she flew us around the temple, my legs wrapped around her waist. The feeling of being suspended, of being taken so completely, was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced.
We also tried all my forms: Wolf, Arachne, Goblin, Demon, and Vicky's favorite, Holstaur form.
The cowgirl form gives me a massive udder, and Vicky had fun with them.
I had her mount me, her knot buried deep in my bovine cunt, her hands squeezing my udders, milk spraying everywhere. She drank from me, forced me to drink my own milk, a depraved, incestuous act that sent us both into a frenzy of lust.
She definitely developed a breastfeeding kink.
Oh! Oh! And an egg-laying kink too.
The bitch forced me to take the Arachne form, and then she used my ovipositor to lay a dozen non-fertilized eggs inside both of our cunts. The feeling of being stretched by those smooth, slippery eggs, of being so full, was an experience I'll never forget. We lay them, competing over who could push them out faster. Then we ate them, a messy, delicious, and utterly depraved erotic ritual.
It was the most fun I had in years.
...
"Haa!... That... was... amazing..."
I lay on my back, my legs spread wide, my body glistening with sweat and cum. Vicky was on top of me, her "bicep-cock" still buried deep inside me, her knot swelling, her balls still heavy with seed.
"I... can't... anymore..." Vicky panted, her body trembling, her wings drooping. "I... need... to... rest..."
"Yeah... me too," I said, my voice a weak whisper. "I think... I'll have no sex for a few days."
"Heh!.." She snorted, a small, weak laugh. "Yeah... right. You'll be begging for my cock again in an hour."
"Maybe..." I smiled, my eyes closing. "But for now... I'm done."
'Heh. She really knows me well,' I thought. 'An hour... please... 10 minutes is more like it.'
"You know..." Vicky said, her voice soft, her cock still twitching inside me. "I... I've never felt... this... happy... before."
"Me neither," I admitted, my heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with lust. "Me neither."
"I love you, Morgi," she whispered, her head resting on my chest. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Vicky," I said, my arms wrapping around her, holding her close. "Now... let's get some sleep. We still didn't hit the record of 100 rounds."
"Fuck off."
"Hehehe."