Elisa, Demona, and Angela reclined back, basking in the
afterglow of their couplings, watching as Goliath and Broadway set to work. The
two massive beasts, the two self-declared alpha males, had taken it upon
themselves to continue work on their nest. The two had begun by first tearing
up the stone floor in one section of the castle (which by the hour was feeling
smaller and smaller for the dragons) before squatting over the hole and defecating.
The three females had to admire the males… it seemed like everything that came
out of their bodies came out in excess. Demona had no idea how Goliath was able
to produce so much shit and so much cum but someone he was able to fit it all
in his body.
Once done the two males dove into the smelly hole, instinct
long buried in their dna driving them on. Without even saying a word the two
moved as a team to coat the walls, floor, and ceiling with their dung,
transforming Xanatos’ private office and living quarters into a massive
dung-cover basin.
“It’s for the eggs,” Angela murmured, the first to catch on.
“Keep them warm… safe… marked as ours…” she rubbed her hand along her massive
stomach; she could practically feel the eggs forming in her belly. It was as if
every sperm was growing and transforming into an egg that she’d soon lay in the
new nesting chamber the alpha males were building them. “I am so fucking them
again as a reward.”
“Get in line, sister,” Demona said with a grin.
Elisa watched Goliath and Broadway work before looking over
at the other two alphas. “We are truly sisters now. We share everything…
including mates. Those two are ours and no one elses.”
Angela nodded in agreement. “Others can fuck me and can fuck
who they wish… but Goliath and Broadway’s seed will only spill into OUR
bellies.”
Demona purred. “Only those we welcome as new sisters will be
given that joy… we are the rulers of this clan and that is our right.”
Elisa rubbed her hands against her sisters bellies. “We should
inform the children… where have they gone?”
“Who knows?” Demona said, almost lazily. With their size and
strength she knew they were safe and now found herself unable to care. Where
once the hatchlings had been precious now they were merely few of many and
until they proved themselves she honestly didn’t care what they did.
The three alpha females basked in the warmth of their
swelling bodies, the screams and panic of the outside world as their children
revealed themselves to New York merely white noise.