"Here..."
He didn't need to look as the vines slithered up his legs, both familiar and strange as he recalled the other plant that Yverta had set up for him to take his pleasure with. Yet his pussy ached for penetration, huffing and chuffing lowly under his breath, his hips working, though that wasn't going to make it any easier for the plant to do its work, Yverta muttering as her own desire was stoked, nostrils quivering. He could not have said just what scent she caught on the air but perhaps there was something more to the plants that could absorb their essence, their power, that would become evident in time. He'd just have to fuck them and let them fuck him to find out!
They found his pussy within his cloaca so very easily that it was simple to know that the plants had found a dragon's sexes before. They were experienced, maybe more so than the fresh plant that Yverta had planted in the tunnel, to reveal the entrance to their lair on the other side of the mountain, for him to find. Knowing more than well enough what they were doing, the vines twisted and turned up his legs and drew his thighs apart, letting them slip into his cloaca, a teasing caress and a kiss of vine on scales passing in the wake of them. As much as Xigfeldo shivered, his aphrodisiac pushed out, thick, fat globules forced out through the rippling contractions of his pussy. It stained his cloaca and eased the path of the tentacles, their twisting drive filling him in two places while the third encased his cock in a wrapping motion, layering twisting coils along the full length of his cock.
Hot breath, hotter than what his cool body should have normally have produced, caught in his throat as Xigfeldo groaned, head rolled, body quaking. Such pleasure should not have come from a plant but he languished and relished in the manner of experimentation, legs quivering as he spread them, willingly allowing the plant even better access. Yet even through the rising, pounding bliss, the tentacles driving and sealing themselves into his holes, body neatly contracting and conforming to them for the tightest, most pleasurable fit, he could not fail to notice Yverta watering the plants with a slew of what appeared to be rose petals. They were not petals, however, for they disintegrated, absorbed by the plants, as soon as they touched the vines, the plants writhing and twisting, pounding all the more fervently for the passion they were fed.
He worked his jaw but the question would not leap to his lips and, really, what did it matter anyway? Another vine wound around his neck as Yverta posed before him with her tail raised, although his cock could not be used, right there and then, in that manner of breeding pleasure. No, they were due to be bred by a more sultry entity altogether, scales itching with the need to thrust and yet sweetly unable to - that was, of course, if they wanted what it was that the plants had to deliver to them. And just what else was the gleaming, silver drake there for?
No, there was a luxury to pleasure, letting it sinuously wrap itself around him as he groaned, grunts rising up from the back of his throat, Yverta whimpering in turn. She wanted him, huffing as the vines of a fourth plant caught her claws, although no harm would come to the creature, for that was what it had to be called in the end, from her body. Her brother and sister groaned, side by side, though what little breath there was left in their lungs seemed entirely occupied with that pesky act of breathing rather than crying out their lust, the two dragons alike and different at the same time. The female kept her eyes closed, lying flat out on her belly with her tail arched up over her back, her pussy plugged and another vine, like with Xigfeldo, questing probingly at her tail hole, although it already boasted a light gape, gleaming with some manner of plant-like secretion. The male, on the other hand, was a brasher sort, keeping his forelegs bent under him, trying to push himself up constantly even though he did not truly boast the strength to do so, his anal passage securely plugged and cock swallowed up in a lustful tentacle-mouth, the rippling massage and suck audible even from where the older dragons stood.
Catching Xigfeldo's eye, however briefly it was to be for, Yverta huffed hotly, eyes dancing with lust that no longer had to be restrained. Xigfeldo smirked covertly. Had it ever? It was strange indeed to imagine her being anything but the dragoness that he had right there before him, the living embodiment of lust and fertility with so many sons and daughters, many adults already, roaming the land and beyond.
"My brother is Jarrett and my sister is Xiomara. Say that ten times...ah...quickly..."
Her joke was lost as the plant snaked up between her legs, tentacles twisting, winding together, though their quest was all the same, their joined goal alike in kind. Yverta moaned.
"Or not..."
Xigfeldo grinned, although there was much there for him to enjoy, experience crashing upon him as his tail tried to twist back and forth and was caught in the loving embrace of another vine. Rather than drawing his tail out straight, it curiously entwined itself with the long, flexible appendage, suckling on the tip, and it took Xigfeldo a moment to realise that, of course, that part of his tail had been crammed up inside Yverta not too long ago. The plant even fed off that little touch of her essence? He groaned, thoughts wavering, drifting. Interesting... Very interesting. But not interesting enough to command his mind.
Sinking into the moment, he watched hungrily as the tentacles ploughed Yverta, two thick ones jamming into both her pussy and her tail hole, her cloaca appearing as if it was stuffed full, strained to its very limit. And yet it could not have possibly have been all that she was capable of taking as she moaned for more, tongue hanging out, her brother and sister seeming to try to watch her, even though their own plants were striving to make that more difficult than ever for them. Another vine jammed up into Xiomara's tail hole, the younger dragoness whimpering, though a tentacle in her mouth took care of that, the plant not caring about her teeth as it forced the less experienced dragoness to suckle on it.
And then a little more became clear, a tiny fraction as his body rippled with an odd warmth, tentacles shivering, pulsating. It was both the deliverance of their seed coming and the milking of the cocks of the males, although it would later be found that they could take the arousal of a dragoness too and make that their own, add to their power, growing stronger, more vital to the life-force of the forest. Xigfeldo's hips rocked, cock throbbing, yet not even he would have the will in himself to stop the ultimate climax from crashing over him, weight shifting, as he let out a roar that should very well have alerted everyone nearby what was happening.
But it was with younger Jarrett that he realised, as his cock's seed was caught by the tentacles, a mouth swallowing it all down, locking around only the very tip of his tapered cock, that something more was afoot. As if the tentacles were trying to lead insects into the centre, tiny, dotted lights lined them, a traipsing path that flickered and danced in time with the thrusts, the passion of the plant that only knew one purpose in life and yet was an awful lot more intelligent than anyone, seemingly, had given it credit for. Yverta was cleverer but even she would not know what her creation could come to, eyes wide in wonder as a vine jammed its way into her mouth and then another around her muzzle too so that she had no hope of getting it out again!
Tight, it was far, far too tight for her to release as she chewed on it and, briefly, Xigfeldo wondered if she might need help in that case. Just in time, however, her struggles ceased and a bulge pushed down her throat, the vine doing the work for her of swallowing and breathing, funnelling breath to her lungs as her flanks clearly heaved with fresh air. However it was channelling oxygen into her lungs was another question entirely but not one that they would answer until, ah, Yverta had had the chance to conduct even more expansive research. The funny thing was that, after that day with the newest princess of the fertility and breeding ceremony, she would not find herself short of any volunteers at all...
Xiomara whimpered, eyes closed, though there was time for her to learn, orgasm after orgasm washing over her. Something splashed her muzzle, the dragons forced closer together than they had realised, though Xigfeldo's cum would not go to waste, her tongue snaking out around the tentacle stretching her jaws, her brother pressed in close. Nothing of that nature, of course, was taboo in dragon-society and there was more still for the two of them to learn as Jarrett humped and ground, a young drake lost in lust as he tried to slap his tail down for leverage, even that strong muscle trapped and sweetly forced to bear through milked orgasm after orgasm.
Bliss, however, was all that came from them, being thankfully able to climax over and over again without having to worry at all about becoming too sensitive to enjoy themselves. No, that was the wiles of other species but all that Yverta had managed to glean was coming to a crescendo, Xigfeldo's eyes fixed on her as his holes were pounded, filled to the brim, though his body would always make sure that he felt fuller than he had ever been before. Such was the way of having a body that would tighten to any cock, the tentacles teasing in, easily, another two vines to each hole, straining him without the dragon even having to reach for a touch of magic to push past any bodily limits.
