Claz flew leisurely as he made his way back home, his wandering mind bringing him closer to the ground as he coasted in long, gliding descents rather than a more expedient flight. The young dragon’s dusty red scales had just started to show the first outcrops of copper and silver from his diet, standing as eye-catching highlights along his lithe body. In time the precious metals deposited within his scales would grow across more of his body, replacing most if not all of the base coloration given by his kind’s iron rich biology.

It was another sign of his current age, the late teens of a dragon being a transitional period between hatchling and adulthood that left many adolescents like Claz confused. New thoughts and ambitions that had never once drawn his attention suddenly became an inescapable desire which hounded the back of his mind. Even now, those yearnings consumed his thoughts and left him retracing the familiar air currents home by instinct instead, leaving his mind to try and comprehend the newfound desires within his body.

“Ah, Claz!” one of the boy’s neighbors called out to him, snapping the brooding whelp out of his thoughts. Glancing down he could see the couple lounging in the backyard, a kindly pair that had moved into the suburb a few years back to start a family.

The way they waved towards him seemed to imply they were hoping for a chance to talk, a possibility that Claz wasn’t too excited for as it would delay his return home. But it would be rude of him to have ignored the pair’s greeting; both of his parents had raised him better than that. He was a kind, gentle dragon much like his father, and not even the moodiness of adolescence had quite weathered that away. So with a quiet, resigned sigh, he dipped his wings down, letting them stretch out wide to slow his descent to a circling glide, eventually coming to pause on the ground in front of the two older, larger dragons.

“Hello, Mister and Misses Choseor,” he greeted them with a small dip of his snout towards the pair. His dusty red eyes swept across their familiar features, only briefly flicking over the husband as nothing different from the last time he saw him stood out to him. But his wife... The swollen abdomen of her egg filled belly had flattened. It only took a quick glance between the two to see the nest where they had gone; a clutch of six eggs nestled in a bedding of cushions, blankets, and heaters to keep them warm.

“Hello Claz!” Mrs. Choseor purred as she nuzzled in against her husband, coiling her tail around the smaller dragon. They were a decent pair of working class dragons, primarily copper scales with a few choice highlights of silver streaking across the husband. They were far from plain looking, but not exactly standing out either. “Looks like you’re the first to see our boy or girl~”

His eyes had been fixated upon the cluster of eggs as soon as he saw them. Thoughts which had been mulling through his mind during his flight had seized his concentration entirely, freezing his body in place as his jaw clenched in protest against the foreign yearning welling from his loins.

“Ah, yeah... Guess so... Didn’t think they were due to be laid yet,” Claz eventually muttered out after a few seconds, garnering enough will to pry his eyes away from the clutch and instead look back towards the expected parents. “How many do you think will hatch?”

“Oh, probably only one as normal! We all can’t be as lucky as your mother to have every egg in a clutch hatch,” Mr. Choseor chuckled with a fond smile, tilting his head to look back at the six football sized ovoids nestled in against one another as he did so. Their hard iron-rich shells were the same rusty red and black of a newborn whelp, looking quite subdued compared to the frilly bright pink and blues of the cloth tucked around them.

“I still don’t know what Joiret must have eaten to get that virile... Or your mother, for that matter,” the larger dragoness added with a soft chuckle, joining her husband in fawning over their developing child.

Claz and his sisters were quite unusual compared to most ‘clutches’, true. A dragoness would lay their eggs if at least one was fertilized, although the frequency in which a male’s sperm could penetrate the thick membrane shielding an ovum before becoming impotent meant that it could take months to get a clutch to take. Usually that left clutches containing only one viable egg and the rest left as ‘duds’ that were nonetheless brought to term and kept in the nest, either to be disposed of or left as a snack for the newborn whelp depending upon how ‘naturale’ the parents felt wished to be.

It wasn’t unheard of for an exceptionally lucky, or virile, stud to be blessed with two hatchlings though, but each additional whelp beyond that grew increasingly rarer to be brought to term - and it was just as rare but possible for a lain clutch to be all duds. So his mother laying six eggs that all hatched was quite the local story! He and his sisters were the talk of the town for that year, although raising half a dozen young dragons was beyond even his mother’s finances so three of his sisters were adopted out before they had even hatched leaving him with just the two he grew up with.

“I’ve heard that there've been a few other ‘full’ clutches though,” Claz retorted, recalling some news story about his clutch that also mentioned another dragoness, who around about the same time, also had her clutch hatch with a full half dozen children. Then there were a few other stories that occasionally got mentioned on the news or were talked about from out of town, but no other cases since within their own town.

"Exactly! There's got to be some reason behind it!" Mrs. Choseor added with a mirthful chuckle. "I saw this handsome doctor on television who was talking about how our diet can have an impact on fertility. There must have been something in the food around the time you lot were sired."

"Not that I'm complaining, of course," the dragoness continued a bit more sheepishly than before. "It would be quite the hassle to keep six curious hatchlings in order instead of just one, and I don't think I'd have the heart to split my children up even if it was for the best. Better to have a go at it one clutch at a time, that way the older whelps can help out with their siblings~"

“Until then, I hope you or your sisters don’t mind if we call upon you from time to time to look after the tykes,” the smaller dragon inquired to Claz with a grin. “Your father’s already volunteered you lot, after all~”

The adolescent dragon would have gruffed, playfully, at his father’s volunteering of his free time without asking him, even if he likely would have agreed if asked anyway. But at the moment... The topic of the eggs once again brought an eager tension squeezing within his crotch, sending a twitch throughout his tail. He did his best to not stare directly at the eggs despite the attraction they held to him - instead managing to keep his gaze seemingly centered on the two in front whilst forlornly holding the nest in the corner of his vision. “Ah... Yeah, that’s uh, fine! Happy to help...”

“Oh don’t tease him like that~” the woman retorted with a playful shove to the smaller adult’s side. “Don’t worry Claz, we won’t lean on you too much. But we’ve kept you long enough, I imagine you’re eager to get home after a long day at school.”

“Yeah! I should probably get going, homework and all that,” Claz coughed as he wrestled his gaze away from the nest entirely, offering the married couple a courteous nod before turning away to keep it fully out of view. “Pleasure talking to you two! I’ll, uh, see you two around, I suppose!”

With that the young whelp turned to get the running start he’d need to leap into the air, lifting off with a jump and a sweep of his wings to fly over the two’s fence before wheeling back towards his home. In less than a minute the hatchling had disappeared over the nearby forest, leaving the two happy dragons alone once more.

The husband leaned his snout back against his wife’s neck with a soft chuckle at the teen’s departure. “Hmmm. Poor boy. Looks like he’s quite riled up~ Only expected for his age.”

“Must be thinking about making his own eggs,” his wife agreed with a giggle. “Maisias told me that the school was doing their Sex Ed classes today, probably got the boy in a mood.”

Claz’s home was just a few minutes away from the Choseors’ place. The property was large like every other home, sized to accommodate a typical dragon’s two to three meter long frame. Along with it came plenty of yard space for safe take off and landings of both young drakes, like him and his sisters, and mature dragons like his parents. Fortunately it was empty at the moment; his parents were still working and his two sisters typically stayed after school to socialize with their friends and participate in their clubs of choice.

Which left Claz to his own devices as he landed before the front door, scurrying inside and nearly slamming it shut behind him. Immediately after stepping into the comfort of privacy he relaxed, his expression twisting openly with the conflicted desires rolling through his mind. They had been building for the last few weeks - before the young drake had attended the sexual health course that day - but the information had acted as a lightning rod to those novel thoughts and brought with it yet newer desires.

Slinking towards his room, the relatively small two meter long whelp slid past the door and onto the large mattress placed against the far wall. He rolled onto his back, tucking his wings against his side, and turned his attention towards the source of much of his current confusion. It was also the source of the tension which frequently flexed between his legs. A sizable pair of lumps protruding from just beneath his ‘slit’.

Although, calling it a slit anymore might be incorrect. As the two sensitive, swollen glands pressing out beneath his scales had developed, what had once been a relatively normal slit had begun to press out as well to form a faux sheath. He had presumed it, and the two bulges along his abdomen, were just another part of the awkward transition from whelp to adult at first, something too embarrassing to ask his father about but otherwise not too worrying... 

But, during the sexual health class, there was nothing like what was going on with him in any of the videos! Every talk about the changes his body would be going through, the growth spurts, the scale color changes... Nothing involved... those things. The idea that there was something wrong about it tainted the new thoughts which had developed along with them, made them feel even more unwholesome to his normally reasoned mind.

Especially as the two bulges were growing faster over the last few weeks, and as they got bigger he swore the unseemly desires brewing within his mind grew with them. The thoughts of breeding, of siring his own eggs... eggs in general, they had become strong enough over today that he could barely think about anything else! It had been torture to try and keep himself from getting too excited at school. Seeing the Choseor’s freshly laid eggs? It took everything he had to keep from visibly shuddering with excitement!

But... He didn’t need to hide or keep the depraved desires in check now... He was alone, in the comfort of his own home, his own room. His parents wouldn’t be home for hours, his sisters almost as long. In that time he could just... relax. He could lean into those thoughts bubbling within his mind instead of resisting them! Ignoring them wasn’t making it any easier to bear, after all... so perhaps ‘alleviating’ the pressure, so to speak, would.

His hand tentatively slid down along his belly towards the peculiar lumps. His previous investigation had discovered that they were sensitive, and with a brush of his talons across their thin scaled surface, he’d relax further as a pleasant shiver ran along his spine. One talon was then joined by a second, then by his entire hand coming to cup around the lumps. His palm basked in the productive warmth which brewed within. He didn’t know exactly what the bulges meant, but the feeling of strength that came when he held them like this... The sensation of virility... It made him think that their location couldn't be a coincidence, that they had to have some sort of relation to reproduction...

He closed his eyes, contemplating that the lumps might be his testes, that perhaps he was just that virile that his gonads were so large that they pressed out against his scaled skin! It made sense, in his horny, adolescent mind, especially with the fact his father had fertilized a full clutch! It didn’t matter that his father didn’t have such... bulges... Maybe, he theorized, that as he grew into his adult size he’d grow into them and they’d be less noticeable?

But those thoughts didn’t hold his attention for long... For now, he just indulged in the thoughts which rolled through his mind, flowing from one desire and curious notion to the next. He thought of how it would feel to unleash these... ‘monsters’ on a female dragoness... How they’d clench even harder than they did when he was excited, pouring his essence into the moaning dragoness underneath him. How he would guarantee her a sizable clutch, just like his own, leaving her abdomen fat and swollen with his eggs. How’d they’d be laid, how they’d nestle against one another for a further two months, before finally hatchling into his proud boys and girls...

It was a fantasy that never failed to get the young drake going whenever he indulged them. A desire which gripped him so thoroughly that he couldn’t help but begin rolling his hips upwards, mimicking the act of breeding a fertile woman. His other forepaw leaned down to squeeze around the pocket of scales just above those lumps, squeezing in tandem to the small bucks of his, wondering if this is how it would feel to have a dragoness wrapped around his length.

A small moan escaped his lips as he embraced that fantasy. The strength of the desires gripping him, the need he felt... It was even stronger than the last time he had playfully groped at his loins. He didn’t know, or rather, didn’t care, what was different this time... What it was that coaxed him forward, invited him to throw himself headlong into hedonism. All he thought to do was throw himself into it, to rejoice in the lurid desires in this small moment of privacy. No matter how depraved it would have been outside of these small confines, here no one was able to judge him.

The talons of his hindpaws clenched when he felt the flesh within his ‘slit’ shift! He opened his eyes by just a sliver to stare down at the scaled pouch as it swelled for the first time in his life. The health classes that day told him enough to know what to expect. That the flesh within would swell and grow turgid from blood pressure, eventually standing proud and ready to please and deposit his genetic contribution... No wonder his excitement had and need had been so much more noticeable today, if his body had finally developed enough to finally draw the slumbering flesh to its first showing.

Claz’s heart fluttered in his chest while his hand groped at the ‘sheath’ of scales, coaxing the flesh within to spill out! He had thought about this often, how it must look, how it must feel. A towering, slick rod of pink flesh dripping with his excessive virility! He had longed for the moment when he could feel his masculinity swell to size in his hand and have tangible proof of his budding adulthood! His breath hastened as the scaled pouch bulged further with the meat within, his thumb talon gingerly playing with the opening to help coax it down and around the rod within.

Then he froze. The tapered, pink flesh of a dragon dick was not what greeted him from his loins. Instead there was a pair of strange hisses, like a reptile quietly mimicking a low pressure gas leak, announcing two serpentine heads peeking out at last. Their dull red, thin scaled bodies slithered out from the tight pouch, spilling out into the stunned dragon’s groping hand. Despite his stunned shock, his thumb dutifully rubbed itself across the pair of length’s bodies, sending a tail fluttering jolt of pleasure rolling through his spine in return.

“Wha... What are... What are those,” Claz whined through the tantalizing pleasure. No amount of fondling and blind groping had ever given him quite the reaction gently squeezing and stroking along those writhing creatures had... His mind immediately raced to the idea that it was something wrong, some sort of infection or parasite, perhaps even responsible for the lumps he had mistaken as his own testes! But, the shivers of pleasure which ran through his own body with every gentle touch told him that they were every much a part of him as his own tail or hand - or at least the confused adolescent desperately hoped as he stared down at the quandary before him.

“We’re you~” one of the hissing lengths sputtered as it spoke around a mawful of off-clear, viscous gunk. The fluid oozed past its parted lips, trickling down onto his belly to steadily lather the scales there, much like it had already soaked the creature’s thin scales. The layer of fine, slippery fluid brought a glossy shine to the creatures’ bodies, its scent wafting into the air and tickling his nose with its... curious, yet familiar, nature.

“Or rather... We’re the part of you that yearns to do everything you just thought about~” its twin spoke, likewise spitting out its first wad of pre clear of its fanged lips. Its forked tongue wiggled in the air after it had spoken, as if it was lapping towards the shocked adolescent’s chin.

“Your partners in crime~” the first spoke again. Their pre had not swollen to such an extent that it required another ‘coughing’ spit to speak just yet, but the pair’s lips were quickly being glazed in a steady trickle of draconic virility as he peered down at the abnormal snakes.

‘This has to be some sort of dream,’ Claz rationalized as he continued to look over the peculiar lengths whilst his fingers instinctively continued to pleasure them, and by extension, himself. The bulge and sheath were... weird... potentially worthy of getting a doctor to check them out... But a pair of snake-cocks within his hand? That was downright unearthly! Yet, staring down at the 25 centimeter long serpents coiling around his hand... He couldn’t deny that the sense of masculinity and strength he fantasized about earlier was palpable within the beady eyed appendages.

“It's no dream!” one of them hissed joyously as it pressed its sensitive head against his thumb, receiving a gentle stroke along its head that brought a steady trickle of pre to its lips. 

“You always knew you were different from other dragons~ Smarter... Stronger... More virile...” the length continued, twisting its gaze to stare at the fonts of virility bulging just behind where it had sprouted from.

“You... Can read my mind?” he inquired quietly while reflecting upon the snake’s... his length’s... words...

They weren’t wrong. He always considered himself a bit apart from his peers. Which wasn’t too unusual for a young male his age, although Claz had more reason than not to feel separated from them. He and his sisters were, to put it bluntly, quite exceptional hatchlings. They had raced through their school work to the point that even advanced classes didn’t keep up with their scholastic attainment, necessitating their advancement by a few grades. But despite that the trio didn’t look out of place among their peers, their once towering statures amongst the other whelps their age helping them blend in at a glance to the older crowd that should, by rights, be a full head if not more so taller than the younger dragons.

The physical resemblances and academic prowess sadly hadn’t helped Claz to settle amongst the whelps of his new grade, however. The social alienation that had come as a result no doubt helped to contribute to his quiet, polite, and amiable personality especially towards older dragons.

“We’re a part of you, after all~” the snake hissed, ‘licking’ the air as it jostled with its brother.

<<Our thoughts are also yours~>> the other snake... thought. Claz couldn’t hear or see it speak, but he ‘heard’ what felt like a thought outside of his own mind. A thought that he could instantly recognize as being brought into being by the snake that hadn’t spoken.

“Your desires are ours~ Our desires, yours...” the first snake hissed again, joined in chorus by its sibling as they pressed into his idly stroking hand. Despite the peculiarity and shock of their arrival, his body was still flooded with desire... Even more desire than before, in fact. So much so that even while he had ‘talked’ with his newfound partners, his hips had been continuing their idle rolls, helping to pump the nearly can-thick snakes against his palm.

The wellspring of need which surged from his loins soon became far too strong for him to find the will to argue anymore. All he could manage was a groan of fading confusion towards the two strange beings that seemed to be a part of him as he pressed his back against his bed and continued to rut into his squeezing hand. His thoughts drifted, sliding away from the circumstances unfolding before him and instead back towards the fantasies which had lulled the pair from their long slumber. The images from before of him breeding his choice of girls warped to include the serpents, how they’d pump in and out of their cunts with every thrust of his hips...

“What... what do I call you two..?” he whined as his hand started to squeeze along one of the serpents. He felt like something was different now as he played with himself... Like the pleasure of the act was slowly collecting and building within him, reaching for some distant, mysterious peak that seemed to always be just out of reach.

“Call us what you wish~ But we each have our own mind,” the second snake spoke up with a wet hiss to its words. Its speech sent a ripple through the fluid drooling past their lips, the viscous gunk starting to flow with greater urgency the more excited he grew.

“Ah...” Claz pulled back from his fantasies for a moment, contemplating on just what to call the pair. It felt... Weird and very egotistical to name a part of his body, but they were sentient and capable of ‘independent thought’ to at least some extent.

“Fas... And Cinus,” he settled on quicker than he expected, as soon as he uttered their names they became as intrinsic to his lengths as his own name was! Instinctually he recognized which one was which, which one of their voices and ‘thoughts’ belonged to whom. 

His right hand shifted from its idle fascination to hold Cinus in its palm, whilst his left moved up from the sensitive glands beneath the pair to mirror the act along Fas. It was awkward to wrap his hands around them and stroke the two together, especially at different rates, but he still thought to try it. Eager for a way to climb further up that slope of euphoria that felt to be pulling away from him as much as he desperately tried to pursue it!

It wasn’t until his mind started to slip from the idea of dragonesses back to eggs that the goal he was naively striving towards finally seemed to be in reach. A jolt of desire ran from his loins, running throughout his body, sending his hips slamming upward with enough force that they lifted up entirely from his bed! The earlier wrongness at being so aroused by something so mundane briefly dug into his mind again, trying to limit the hedonistic flood coursing through his psyche. To no avail this time as the thought brought a sympathetic hiss of excitement from his lurid twins, and seemingly with it, a renewed surge of desire that brought a warm flush to his scales. 

Those desires only got worse as his heated mind recalled that there were plenty of eggs safely kept within the kitchen fridge, with no one home to question just what he was going to do with them. He froze in the middle of an excited buck as the possibility seized his mind. They were so close at hand, just a few meters away, with no one to know he’d even done anything with them. Immediately the more rational side of his mind once again tried to batter away the peculiar desire, trying to wrangle his libido towards a more ‘normal’ fantasy... Like breeding a dragoness absolutely stupid.

“What’s the harm~?” Fas piped up with a coaxing murmur. It seemed they really could tell exactly what he was thinking, or at least what he was fantasizing about.

“It’s just food~” Cinus joined in “No one will know what we get up to with them... So long as we hurry before your sisters get home!”

“But it’s weird!” Claz almost shouted with the effort it took to overcome the lascivious desire taking full possession of his being.

“Weirder than having a pair of snakes for dicks~?” Cinus retorted with what sounded like a snicker to its words. Claz... didn’t have a response to that as his hands came to a rest around each length’s base, squeezing just gently enough that he could feel the ribs along the serpentine shaft’s sides.

“I... Guess not,” he had to admit, there weren't many things weirder than that. “Doesn’t that mean I shouldn’t try to be any weirder?” he added, more trying to convince himself now rather than the two lengths held in his hands.

“Go on... We know you want to~”

“We know it’s all that you can think about~ Just think how you must look! What if your sisters see you like this~? Your parents!”

“You’ll just sit here tormented for hours trying to come up with excuses not to! It’ll be better if you just... relax and enjoy yourself~ Get it out of your system before anyone else gets home!”

“Otherwise the way you’re acting would be weird,” the two finalized their argument, using his own desire for normalcy against him.

Claz bit his lip, unable to even try to mount a defense anymore. He sat still for a full second as he desperately tried to think of an excuse, before finally acquiescing to the snakes and the desire they shepherded by starting to shift his feet. He was slow at first, as if he was expecting his impending debauchery to be caught almost as soon as it started... Perhaps he even hoped for the front door to open and shock him out of what he was about to do. Unfortunately for the fading kernel of sensibility within him, the house remained just as quiet as when he arrived.

Like a novice thief he kept his body low as he made his way towards the kitchen. The coaxing serpents slithered close to his belly the entire way, hissing excitedly as the whelp came to stand in front of the large box fridge in the tiled room. He held himself from opening the top door for a second, then another, as his reason attempted one final try to wrestle down the unchaste interest he had. Before once again moving forward as his pre glazed talons brushed their claw tips over the rubber seal of the appliance. With one last dry swallow his forelegs pulled the door open, swinging upward to let his red eyes peer within.

Past the collection of meat, dairy, and other goods, his eyes immediately focused upon the dozen and a half eggs nestled against one side within a cardboard carton. The mandarin sized ovoids were a staple foodstuff in his household, but one that Claz had shied away from ever since his desires had first started to manifest. But now... With a shiver of broken inhibition he reached in and plucked out an egg in each hand, prompting the duo to coil in anticipation.

But... He didn’t know what to do with the eggs now that he had finally decided to indulge! The urges that rolled through his mind were undirected longings unlike the fantasies of breeding and siring eggs. He didn’t know what he wanted them for, which only made the desire seem all the more unseemly...

Well, he might as well start simply. Trusting that he still had another hour at least before his sisters would be home, he rolled onto his side and propped his back against the fridge. With his forelegs now freed, he brought the thin shelled ovoids to his eager pair. As soon as the eggs were in front of them they hissed in desire, a sultry purr of longing which grew even louder when he fondly rubbed their ‘bellies’ with the cold foodstuff. The touch sent another shiver racing through the snakes, encouraging Claz to continue rubbing the eggs against them like they were pleasure toys!

Though, as pleasant as the cool eggs felt against Fas and Cinus’s soft scales, it didn’t feel like an answer to the longing hedonism within his psyche. It did look like the pair had more of an idea on what to do with the eggs as they stared at them with fascination that even Claz’s depraved mind couldn’t match. Half out of curiosity, half out of desperation to satisfy the growing need within his loins, he turned things over to them. His hand brought the eggs up from their midsections to present the treat to their heads, waiting to see what they would do.

The answer should have been obvious, but it wasn’t until Fas and Cinus eagerly stretched their jaws open to wrap their fanged mouths around the offered treats that Claz realized just what the two desired with them. New questions sprung forward to his curious mind, but they were brushed aside by a new wave of pleasure which surged from the two as they secured their prize! The sensation that raced from the sensitive snakes was unlike that which had come from his earlier strokings. It was stronger, sharper, and powerful enough that every muscle within the young dragon’s body clenched in anticipation as their jaws wrapped around the back of the eggs! 

He couldn’t take his gaze off of the pink shells as they disappeared behind the precum drooling lips of his new buddies. Their tongues slid along the fragile surfaces, until finally their glossy lips locked close behind their snack! Their triumph flooded the young dragon with yet further desire, sending his body into a hedonistic overdrive as his body visibly shivered from the impulses flooding through him! His hind legs spread wide, his feet raised in the air while his toes clenched in tandem with each snake’s swallowing gulp, and the renewed flood of endorphins that came with it. His own lips parted in contrast to the two drooling snakes sealed maws, huffing wanton pants while their necks began to squeeze their eggs further down. Their scaled bodies bulged around the ovoids, allowing Claz to spy exactly how far each of their morsels traveled with every toe clenching swallow.

Any thoughts about how silly this was, how unusual, how wrong what he had between his legs was, all of that was buried beneath the excitement which shot through his body with every clench of the two lengths. His worries about being discovered bled from his mind, leaving only this rapturous moment playing through his thoughts. His hands reached down to curiously fondle the two swallowing serpents, his fingers curling around their bodies. He barely squeezed down at all against their scales so as to not interfere with their gluttonous delights, instead just fondling around the shape of the eggs, feeling how they jostled in response to the clenching bands of the snakes’ esophaguses. 

Finally those lascivious eggs reached the base of the serpents’ quarter-meter length. The bulges from the snakes pressed against each other as each swallow tried to squeeze them into Claz’s developing sheath. The hands that had followed the egg’s descent pulled away to let his eyes watch the moment the two’s prize would be surrendered to his body, his breath falling quiet as he waited in trepidation for that moment. Fas and Cinus clenched again, pressing the eggs deeper in an attempt to squirm them past the passage into his sheath, only for the eggs to slide back up to their original position - either because they couldn’t fit in together with how the snakes were swallowing in tandem, or because the fit was too large for his still developing package. So the snakes tried again, squeezing with all they could to force down their meal, and again the eggs rebuffed the advance...

Until the eggs themselves weren’t able to handle the pressure pressing down upon them and cracked open within their devourers’ throats. The crack of the eggs shattering within their gullets sent a fresh ripple of euphoria flowering through the dragon’s body from the incredibly tangible sensation. His hips rocked upwards in unrestrained libido, his throat rolled with an unchecked moan, while his hands came to clench around the midsection of the serpents in writhing ecstasy. The bulges from the eggs shrank, reduced down to just a small impression from the now gooey prize that swiftly disappeared down into the dragon’s sheath, shortly thereafter ‘settling’ somewhere within his lower abdomen and upper groin.

Claz would be far too preoccupied in his writhing, almost delirious, state of lust to notice it, however. The excitement that was bouncing through his body would have been more than enough to press him towards a climax, not that the inexperienced whelp would know as he hovered in the throes of denied euphoria. But as soon as those eggs had been properly surrendered, and the pair hissed in satisfied gluttony, the next rolling thrust of his hips upwards into his squeezing grip would be rewarded with a clench from the lumps behind his sheath!

The pressure welling within his loins was yet another novel sensation for the young dragon, bringing a brief flicker of alarm to his mind that was quickly disregarded as he surrendered to the needs of his body. Long, heavy pants and moans rolled from his lips as he stared down at Fas and Cinus’s shuddering flexes. A new bulge rolled along their bodies, this time sprouting from his sheath and racing up along their throats with far more speed than the egg’s descent. Eventually reaching the snakes’ jaws, prompting the pair’s lips to part and allow a jet of creamy, alabaster liquid to sputter from their maws and lance across his body! Once, then twice, followed by a third yet far more diminished shot of seed painted his scales before his first climax tapered to a close.

With steadying, satisfied pants, he began to relax from his first climax. The adolescent’s eyes looked at the mess the two had caused, a good cup or so of the virile liquid lathered over his scales. So much that the fluid was already starting to flow over his scales and drip onto the kitchen floor. The air, likewise, seemed to hang heavy with some foreign scent to his nostrils that he couldn’t recognize. But the most fascinating sight of all left in the wake of the serpents’ work was the bulge in his body pressing out above where the two had sprouted from, where he had felt the broken eggs’ remnants settle. His hand curiously slid down, smearing the viscous gunk in its wake as they wandered over the impression their meal had made. He reasoned that there had to be a second stomach in the location, smaller than the main one in his gut. The existence of a second digestive tract just made the snakes’ existence even more unusual, these couldn’t have just been some accident of development if his body was configured to support them in so many intrinsic ways!

“More!” Cinus hissed, lapping at the cum lathered fingers with its twin. They didn’t seem to be bothered by the anatomical questions now mulling through the whelp’s mind.

“Yes, more~! We’re not nearly satisfied yet!” Fas agreed, while the two jizz lathered snakes looked up at him with the same look a pair of hatchlings in a candy store would give to their parents.

“More..?” Claz piped back as he looked down at the mess he had already made, then glanced towards the clock... Sure he had plenty of time, but... the two had to have been satisfied with the one they got? That was more than an acceptable snack, even for him, and yet...

Just thinking about those delicious spheroids still in the fridge brought renewed shivers racing through his body. His climax seemed to have done little more than give him a momentary reprieve from the lascivious desires that had hooked him ever since they had sprouted from his sheath. He contemplated putting his foot down against it, but... they were just store bought eggs, and now that he knew exactly what they would be used for, and more importantly just how good it felt, he couldn’t see the harm in it...

He’d just have to budget some time to clean the kitchen when he was done, resigning himself to the fact that this was going to make quite the mess. He rolled back onto his feet, the jizz clinging to his scales dripping down to the floor as he reached into the fridge to pull out another pair of eggs in one hand. He’d offer the snakes the treat, letting them pluck their meals out of his palm on their own as he braced himself against the side of the appliance. 

He rested his head against the fridge, letting it cool his flushed scales while another shiver ran through his body. The pair had wrapped their jaws around their new snacks, nearly toppling him forward as the pleasure coaxed his hips into a powerful buck. His grip against the foodbox was the only thing which kept him from falling back to the floor when the pair swallowed them whole, devouring their prizes just as swiftly as before despite the pull of gravity acting against them. Once more the eggs were crushed along the way to his sheath, reducing them to a slurry of easily swallowed shell garnished yolk.

This time though, rather than let the snakes finish swallowing their meal and provoke another climax, Claz picked up another pair of eggs and shakily brought them down to Fas and Cinus, just in time for them to pluck them from his hands. As he expected, the presence of a new meal in their jaws, then their gullets, kept his loins from spilling their load despite the rush of pleasure and need that gripped him. Swallowing a second pair of eggs without release from the first made it feel even better this time as they slid down his lengths’ throats, the mounting anticipation brought by every flex of the swallowing snakes making it that much harder for the young dragon to concentrate.

He barely managed to fetch a third pair of eggs due to the convulsions that wrung through his flesh, nearly crushing the eggs within his hands from a particularly spine tingling gulp from the pair. His hands shakily offered them to the gluttonous serpents, half expecting the two to decline after feasting down their third egg each. 

Only to be surprised as the duo wrapped their jaws over the egg without hesitation. There was no chance of Claz keeping in control of his faculties with their latest feast, however, as he buckled forward underneath the pleasure which welled from his loins. His hands reached down, grasping around the two in lecherous gropes and strokes in an effort to release the need that had grown within him. Short gasps and moans rolled from his lips as the two euphoric serpents gulped down the sweet yellow yolk when the eggs were inevitably crushed underneath the gluttonous pressure.

Even if he wanted to fetch another pair of eggs to halt his climax even further, Claz couldn't tear his hands away from pleasuring the serpentine lengths! The muscles within the snakes seized, leaving them as stiff as any cock no matter how firmly his hands squeezed down around their thin scaled flesh. As soon as their latest meal slipped from their throats, and into their swollen ‘stomach’, all of that excitement poured out from the snakes in an unrelenting flood! His internal testes clenched, the bulges pressing out from his crotch visibly flexing as they began to force cups-worth of virile dragon sperm to his prostate. The overworked organ quickly mixed the wasted gametes into rope after rope of thick, fecund essence. The shots glazed his belly, shot wide to splatter across the kitchen floor with the virile gunk, while yet more of the cream flowed down his sides in long, sticky rivulets of whelp seed.

He lost count how many shots spat out from the two as his thoughts drifted along the cloud of pleasure that clung to his psyche. Only after a minute to recover did he slowly raise his eyelids from the satisfied, listless droop they had held since his climax tapered off. His mind roused by the excited hisses of his lengths and the steady humming of the fridge he was pressed against. 

His eyes opened to glance down at the two, hissing expectantly up towards him once again, eager for the treasured ovoids that still remained within the fridge. He turned his gaze away from the anxious snakes, looking instead at the lurid mess they had made. The wet mess soaked against his scales and shot across the kitchen floor in meter long streaks to either side of him. He swore that there must have been even more than his first load, although it was difficult to tell considering the barrage had painted across the mess from his first.

Putting the mess he would have to clean before his sisters came home aside for now, he pivoted his attention towards the bulge of their ‘stomach’. It had grown larger, certainly... but, not as large as he’d expect for the eight eggs they had already devoured. Once more he carefully brushed his fingers over what he imagined would be a full stomach and felt the give that was still left within the pouch half filled by the slurry of imbibed eggs.

Any doubts that two were still after more eggs were put to rest with their expectant hisses. This time the flush of desire which rolled from them and into his psyche broke upon the lingering satisfaction of his last two climaxes, letting the adolescent ponder their desires more rationally rather than succumb to the base desires they wielded.

“More~”

“Yes more!”

“Still plenty of time... Plenty of time to eat and then clean~”

“Ah... Haven’t you two had enough?” Claz murmured to the pair as he, slowly, got back onto his legs.

“Not nearly enough!” Cinus hissed incredulously, licking a bead of seed that had stuck to its lips free.

“Besides... The more we eat... The more virile we’ll be~” Fas added, whispering a suggestion which rekindled a flicker of desire, and sent a twitch rolling along his tail.

“What? How could you possibly know that?” Claz replied as he shifted, turning to look back inside the fridge. His red eyes inevitably fell upon the last eight eggs left within their cardboard container as he pondered the idea.

“Why else would we be able to do so?” Cinus jumped back in as the snake slithered against the mess of cream clinging to the adolescent’s belly, soaking its scales in a fresh coat of dragon spunk.

“Obviously we need it to grow just like you do~ And as we grow... We’ll get bigger... Become more virile...”

Claz couldn’t find fault in their argument. It was the only explanation for just why his snake-cocks would have any ability to eat food, rather than relying upon his own body for sustenance. Although even that brought more questions to his mind that he wouldn’t know the first step to answering, but curiosities did little to negate the main thrust of their argument. Ever since he had cusped the shape of his bulging testes that day, in fact even before then, the idea of his great, budding masculinity had become an infatuation of his. The concept of stoking it further? That was worth more than even the pleasure the two had given him in their feast so far!

“F- fine... I’ll just... Pull the entire tray out and let you have your fill. Just don’t get a... tummy ache?” Claz muttered, his body twitching while the two snakes writhed in jubilant glee. There was something about ‘finishing’ the meal which brought some measure of arousal to his mind as well, as if to turn away now was like leaving an itch half-scratched.

With the few minutes since he climaxed to recover, his hands had steadied enough to fetch the half-emptied carton of eggs without incident. He closed the door to the fridge afterwards, no longer needing to let the cool air from the appliance seep out now that he had gotten everything he had desired from the box. His attention then turned to the cardboard tray and its contents, recalling just how deep of a rut just six of those eggs had brought him. He couldn’t imagine what eight more would cause, there certainly wouldn’t be a way for him to remain standing while indulging the two’s hunger that far! So instead he rolled back once more on to the floor before placing the carton on his belly, soaking the scales along his wing and spine with the fading warmth of his essence as he did so.

The pair hardly needed an invitation to continue their gluttonous depravity. They were far from careful or picky eaters, afterall, and quite lacking in table manners considering the mess they had already made! Their jizz glazed lips smeared Claz’s scent across the eggs they plucked up, spreading their mess further as droplets of congealed masculinity spilled from their scales and fell onto the cardboard container. He’d have to dispose of that too no doubt, but the pair didn’t care at all as they swiftly swallowed down another meal faster than the last. Down they went, one by one, the pair even daring to begin swallowing the next egg before the last had been deposited within their simple stomach. 

Each egg offered to the pair sent another wash of desire and excitement coiling through his body, with it looking like the pair didn’t know the first thing about a refractory period. At least not when it came to building towards another release when eggs were involved, as his previous climaxes didn’t impair the flood of desire and excitement after each satisfying gulp. If anything, those previous releases had only made him more sensitive to the current flood of endorphins released with every squeeze of the snake’s throat! Swallowing the first pair brought him to eager excitement, while the second and later of their buffet quickly brought him to the same panting, squirming excitement of before.

Two, then four... Each crushed and imbibed in turn, quickly done away with so that their fangs could wrap around their next prize... His hips rolled forward, his fingers wrapped around the snakes to stroke and fondle along the devouring lengths in a desperate attempt to drive his pleasure even higher. The fifth and sixth egg came next, gulped down in swift fashion... Leaving the final pair now locked within the snakes’ jaws, held in place as they waited for the previous lot to slip into the pit within his abdomen.

The bloated cavern above his sheath began to ache with satisfaction as the last pair of tangerine sized messes of protein, fat, and iron disappeared down their gullet. The two didn’t seem to care about that, however, as they dared to push their gluttonous indulgence to its end with the last of the eggs. As if to make it clear that they wouldn’t give them up, Cinus’s jaws clenched down upon its meal, crushing it with a steely bite. The nutritious nectar within swiftly swallowed down ahead of its brethren still within Fas’s jaws.

Of course Fas wasn’t going to release its prize either, managing to keep its egg intact as it slid down the snake’s throat. It traveled down the snake-cock’s gullet, sliding past the dragon’s grip stroking along the lengthy serpent. The egg eventually nestled in against the start of his sheath much like the first batch had before they broke, but this time there wasn’t another being swallowed by Cinus to be squeezed against. It started to slowly sink past, its shell managing to stay intact as it slipped into the dragon’s abdomen! The whelp’s fingers followed close behind, tracing its bulge as it descended into his body and joined the slurry of manducated eggs within his abdomen - finally being crushed by the strong walls of the kneading stomach digesting its offered meal.

As soon as it had, the last levy holding back the deluge of pleasure pooling within his loins was released with all the force of a great reservoir bursting through its dam, even larger than the last despite the close succession. Claz’s fingers squeezed around the two snakes’ bases, coaxing them to fire off as much as they could as small ropes of hot essence erupted from the snake’s lips. The seed landed across his chest, landing in a scattered tapestry while particularly vigorous clenches from the serpents sent a streak across his own brow. Whilst further streaks landed elsewhere, some catching within the now emptied cardboard tray, others continuing to make a mess of the floor around him.

Inevitably even the latest, and greatest, climax of his juvenile life would taper to a close, leaving the young dragon lying in a pool of his own seed and lost in his own thoughts. Soft pants rolled from his lips, his chest leaving with the puffs of breath sucked down by his lungs, as he basked in the warmth and weight of the seed soaking his scales. Its warmth, the weight of the long, viscous strands drooping across his body, it was obvious just how virile that seed was! Or so the hatchling thought as he imagined how easily it would claim whatever womb it was placed within, how many eggs it would sire. A full half-dozen boys and girls just like his father had. 

Creeping an eye that wasn’t at risk of being glazed with a wad of whelp spooge open, Claz looked down at the mess the pair had made. An arm shifted, smearing one layer of copious cream aside as he submerged his fingers within a rope of the cooling gunk, squeezing it between his talons as he rolled the oily virility between his digits. It again could just have been his hedonistic imagination, but it certainly felt thicker and hotter than the mess the pair had made after their first snack.

Turning his attention away from the mess on his chest, he glanced down to see the two still remaining at full mast (for whatever that meant to lengths of their nature), drooling with lurid delight that made an even further mess of his scales around his crotch. Before them, the egg carton resting upon his belly was completely soaked in the ammonia rich fluid with what looked to be a centimeter deep pool of the gunk caught within it. An impressive load from everything the whelp knew, and that was before counting what must have been damn near a pint of cream soaking against his scales and the kitchen tiles.

“This is going to take forever to clean up...” the dragon whined as his earlier, disregarded thoughts returned to gnaw at him. The regret at all the work he’d have to do to clean up his mess, the peculiarity of his equipment and their desires, all of it began to weigh heavily upon his mind as he laid there. A glance up towards the clock told him that he wouldn’t have much time to dwell on it as he liked, however. Slightly under half an hour from now his sisters would be due to return from school.

“Hey, you two... Can you... ‘settle’ back down?” he piped towards the two satisfied snake-cocks hissing jubilantly against his lap. His talons drew away from their cum slick scales, leaving strings of thick, viscous nut gunk stretching between his digits and the snakes in his wake.

“Hmmmph. No can do~” they hissed, seemingly drunk as they listed and drooled as they wished. “Not for a while~ Not after all that fun~”

“How about at least not drooling so much...” he replied, glancing at the beads of virile ambrosia still seeping from their maws. It’d be rather futile to get to work cleaning all of... this... while leaving a trail of the lurid fluid in his wake.

“It's not like ‘we’ control that~ No more than any other drake probably could,” Fas replied, licking the air with a seed glazed tongue. “You’ll need to settle down just as much for us to calm, remember~”

There wasn’t much of a chance of that... Not when the kitchen reeked of his virility and his scales basked in the warmth brewed from his loins. Even closing his eyes and trying to think of something else as hard as he could for a good few seconds only left his gaze looking down back at the two still languidly coiling around one another and spreading yet further mess in their wake.

Well, he had one potential solution at least. One trophy of the sexual health classes at school that day was some condoms, given out on a ‘just in case, do not use them, but if you are going to do something at least use protection’ measure. He flicked his tail up towards his torso, allowing him to reach down and open one of the pouches strapped to the thick limb to pull out the plastic wrapped latex sheaths. The sight, or perhaps thought, of them brought an annoyed hiss by the snake-cocks against his abdomen, but they seemed to lack any ‘better’ ideas, or at least ones that wouldn’t be shot down by the dragon then and there, as they grumpily stayed quiet.

The snakes would get the last laugh in the end, however, as he unwrapped one of the condoms and pressed the smelly rubber jacket to Fas’ head, despite the wiggling attempts by the serpent to protest its accessory. Nothing that couldn’t be solved by a hand wrapping around the snake’s neck to keep it still while the other hand slid the condom over its smooth and bumpy scaled head. The problem arose with how tight the fit felt, but it was only as the whelp dragged it down to reveal that it hadn’t even settled around the halfway point that he’d know for sure as the plastic ripped along its length for a fit many sizes larger than what it was intended for..

“Hiss... They likely weren’t designed for whelps as hung as us~” Cinus spoke with a giddy swagger at the sight of its brother’s swiveling to and fro to escape the torn plastic wrap.

“Ah, damn it... I don’t have time to play around with how long this is going to take to clean!” Claz spat back with a pout as he helped Fas free of its latex prison. His mind turned to Joiret in answer... His parents hadn’t tried for a child ever since they had hatched, which meant they must have been using protection... It was possible that his father would keep a store of whatever condoms he used within the bedside table, and surely his would be a bit more ‘adult’ sized than the ones he was handed.

It did mean trespassing into his parents’ room with the lengths that seemed only too happy to ensure he was caught by a trail of evidence left in their wake. A risk he was going to have to take considering the time he was under. He rolled back onto his legs, nearly slipping back to the floor thanks to the fatigue in his muscles and the slippery mess underfoot. Especially as he walked with a three-footed gait, deciding to wrap one of his cum smeared hands around the snakes’ heads to try and keep their jaws shut; or at least their drooling fecundity trapped against his palm.

First stop was a quick wash of his own scales, clearing away the pheromone rich essence polishing his scales in one of the quickest showers of his life. He barely even dried himself before scurrying out of the bathroom, still with his hand against the two lurid serpents. His limping gait took him towards his parents’ door, requiring him to prop himself against the wall to use his still free hand to turn the knob so he could press his way in. 

Fortunately he knew the layout of his parents room, quickly scampering around their wide bed of pillows towards the bedside table. Thankfully his father did keep a small store of condoms within, and ones that looked larger than those handed out at school. He quickly tore a pair of plastic wrappers from the line and scurried out of the room - closing both the drawer and the door after himself as he went.

“Hey now, you don’t need to wrap us up!” Fas tried to protest against being caught again in the spermicidal soaked prison, not that Claz was listening with only twenty minutes left on the clock.

“As if. What happens if my parents discover you two? They’d flip!” the whelp shot back, tearing open the wrapper and dragging it down over the shirking snake’s body as fast as he could manage. “If they see the mess you two made, they’d definitely start asking questions!”

He had blurted out the words without really considering the thought behind it, but as he brought out the second adult sized latex wrapper to leave Cinus just as unhappily wrapped as Fas, he started to think about the meaning behind them. 

He didn’t trust his parents about this development. Hell, he didn’t trust anyone about sharing what he had discovered about himself, and what he had just done. He briefly considered informing some of his friends at school, but for the most part something rubbed him the wrong way about sharing such details... The lingering isolation from being moved ahead in grades, perhaps. In the end, it was only his sisters he remotely considered possible, but even then he shied away from not wanting them to start spreading rumors in their gossip circles; or worse, inform their parents.

Yet more things to consider and reflect upon in the growing pile of ‘problems for later me to sort out’. For now, the whelp hurried back with his impromptu fix secured around the causes of the disaster soaking in the kitchen. He took a brief moment to survey the mess he was going to have to clean. Cum trailed from in front of the fridge from his trio of climaxes, smeared in a trail towards the hallway and down to the bathroom. The gunk was starting to age and dry, but was still wet enough to be wiped up easily.

That would make things easier at least, as he fetched a roll of paper towel and cleaned the mess, soaking up sheet after sheet and tossing the musk soaked papers into a trash bag. In went the thoroughly soaked egg carton as well, soon joined by almost a full roll worth of paper towel as he finally cleaned the floors of the house. A quick spritz of air freshener would help take the bite of his rutscent from the air, obscuring the last evidence of his depravity. One quick trip to the bin and he was in the clear. Not a moment too soon, either, as his sisters would be getting out of their after school clubs any moment now. 

All the time he had spent hastily cleaning up after his mess had done little to curb the two snakes' enthusiasm unfortunately. In fact, they had been talking into his mind still, chatting with him as he grumbled at the mess they had made, and the further perverse suggestions they whispered into his mind. He’d have to hide in his room until they returned to their sheath and hope that his sisters didn’t need him for anything.

At least his family were polite enough to usually not barge into his room. With a final huff he returned to the bed where all this had started from, shutting himself in to brood as everything started to sink in. 

“I’m going to have to find a way to disguise you two...” he mumbled, looking down at the annoyed snakes still trapped in their latex prisons. Their drooling had already left quite a healthy-sized dimple of pre swishing around their lips, making the two even less happy with their situation as they glared past the translucent wrapper. Further down the once overt bulge of their egg filled feast had shrunk, returning to an almost imperceptible swell above his crotch.

“Especially if I do want to do any... breeding... As soon as any dragoness catches sight of you two they’d have very different thoughts than carrying a clutch,” he contemplated further. Of course that was easier said than done. A non-transparent condom might be a decent place to start, but that would require slipping them on without being seen first. Even then, their shape even while holding themselves as firm and straight as possible would still reveal something was off; their bulbous heads would be quite unlike the tapered points of even the stockiest dragon dick.

Even that wasn’t the greatest problem with the concept. The very fact that he had a pair was in itself so unusual that it would become notable. A quick search on his phone as he laid on his bed revealed that yes, there were indeed dragons which very, very rarely had a birth defect that left them with two, but such incidents of possessing a functional pair could be counted on one hand currently. Notoriety like that would only invite further inspection and reveal the serpents hiding underneath any disguise he could concoct.

He would have to get the two to come out only one at a time... Which felt like a hard sell considering how lecherous and goading of each other the pair had already proven to be. Getting one to miss out so the other could have fun, and sire eggs, seemed like it was going to be an uphill battle. One that he was going to have to win if he didn’t want to be kept in some lab to be investigated for the seemingly impossible development between his legs.

That aside... He mused, rolling over to lay on his belly to obscure the snakes just in case one of his sisters or parents did nose into his room, perhaps he could fix some sort of sheath for the two to wear... Something thicker and sturdier than the condoms they were wearing. Sculpted so that it could make them look more... normal, at least at a glance. Their ‘heads’ would still make it an unusually stocky and flat girth, but that at least was less unusual than having a living, breathing, coiling, egg-eating, talking snake for a dick. Fortunately the snakes weren’t too big, and the egg which managed to slip into his sheath revealed that there was at least some fit in there to perhaps accommodate one such disguise while they were ‘soft’.

His thoughts started to slow as he thought further, slowly drifting closer towards slumber as his mind wandered from one idea to the next. Fatigue seemed to be creeping into his mind and body faster than he was expecting.. He supposed he had eaten a decent sized meal, or at least his lengths had. He wondered if it was having a similar effect as the lure of sleep slowly guided him into unconsciousness. He could sort out all of these problems later, he thought, once the serpents had finally relaxed from a good nap.

Fortunately for him, his family seemed none the wiser as they returned home. Knocks against his door revealed no answer besides his soft snores, and with the quantity of eggs missing from the fridge, they assumed he had fixed an... interesting... choice of early dinner and went to bed early for whatever reason. Which left his resting body undisturbed to put all the nutrients harvested from those eggs to good use...

Claz stirred slowly from his slumber, creeping an eye open to stare at a pillow. His foggy mind slowly recalled the events of yesterday... The overwhelming need which had boiled within him, the snakes which had sprouted from his loins, their feast... The memories brought a fresh shiver of desire rolling down his spine. He briefly entertained the notion that it all might have been just a dream. His body did feel like it was recovering from a fever, perhaps he had come down with a cold and in his lust addled, feverish mind, concocted such a perverse fantasy...

Such distant hopes were undermined as his stirring mind processed the feeling of damp bedding sticking to his scales. The young whelp closed his eyes, bracing himself for the mess that he knew would be waiting for him. It was only once he had pushed the veil of sleep off enough to roll to his side that he opened them to cast his gaze towards his crotch.

To his surprise, his crotch had changed from what he remembered last night, just not in a way that would have made him more normal. Where before were two bulges pressing out from his groin, Claz now found a pair of heavy softball-sized scaled spheres hanging from his loins! His slit meanwhile had finished being pushed from his body to take the form of a proper sheath locked in front of the hefty spheres. The fatter girth to the scaled pouch left him wondering just how those two might have been affected by the growth spurt that had taken place overnight. He’d get his answer soon, as the appreciation towards the size and weight of his descended testes brought a pleased, prideful shiver racing down his spine and towards his loins.

Sure enough, the thick serpents began to stir within the drake’s new sheath. Claz decided not to wait around for them before inspecting his new goods, instead moving a hand down to cup a fat sphere in each hand. The balls were far too fat for him to ever fit both in a single grasp, even his father’s larger palms would likely struggle to properly balance both in his grip! His hands lifted the sizable spheres up to get a feel for their weight, and thus a sense of their incredible virility. His thumb brushed across the productive gonads right after, imagining how busy the factory within must be churning out his wiggling, squirming seedlings...

“You see... We told you~” Fas hissed boastfully. The engorging serpent’s body slipped from the pre slickened pouch with its twin not too far behind.

Even the serpents were much larger than they were before! He dropped his plump spheres, letting them fall back against his scales so that he could curl his fingers around each of the animate cocks. His hand kneaded along their thicker bodies to coax them further from their den, watching as they slid out to meet his gaze until each snake stood a good half meter in length! The two seemed quite eager to show off just how large they had gotten from their titanic growth spurt, dutifully stretching out and resting against his belly so that their heads tickled against his sternum.

The sight enraptured the young dragon, hardly believing his eyes and hands as he fondled the larger snakes. An excited huff rolled from his lips, indulging the thoughts that came with their increased size. The aura of virility and masculinity, impressions that were already palpable from the night before, were now overwhelming! Hedonistic pride and ego welled within his psyche, imagining the fawning attention from fertile dragonesses such a pair of prides should rightly receive...

His mind recalled just how foolish of an idea that would be a second later, snapping him out of his early morning ego fueled stroking. Hiding the two’s nature before already seemed like a challenge, but now?

“Now how am I going to keep any of this hidden...” the drake murmured, his voice a mixture of jubilant pride and annoyance.. “Just imagine the mess you two could make now.”

In horror, Claz finally remembered the wet sensation that had first stirred him from slumber. He rolled fully to the side, his gaze turning away from the large lengths and to the mess they had made of his bed over the night. The tattered remains of the condoms he had used to contain their mess crowned the soaked sheets and blankets of his bedding. They were utterly soaked through with a mixture of pre, and more than likely a good cum short or two considering the sheer extent of it all. It made it impossible to tell if the condoms had failed because the snakes had grown too large for them, or if the belches of draconic virility trapped within the latex balloons had become too much for the adult sized rubbers.

“Just how many times did you two get off while I was sleeping,” Claz groaned, then immediately fell silent as he recalled that he might not be alone at home. His attention finally turned away from his own body and to the rest of the house, realizing that the light peeking through his curtains was far too bright for it to be afternoon.

He should be getting ready for school! He panicked, momentarily forgetting about the monstrous snake-cocks hissing at his sternum as he reached for his phone. His talons fumbled over the device, waking up its screen to discover that his ‘nap’ had turned out to be a 16-hour long slumber. Not only had he slept through his alarm, he had slept in a good several hours past when he should have taken wing for school!

But, if he slept in, his father should have woken him up to get to school. A thought that made him shiver in fear that he might have walked in the morning and seen the two serpents... or almost nearly as bad, smelled the mess the two had made. Well, there was nothing that could be done about it now, he’d just have to inquire gently to his father about it when he got home from work in the afternoon.

His body, after all, was quick to remind him that he had other issues to attend to before worrying about potential discovery. The two snakes had feasted well yesterday, but he had essentially gone to bed without supper, and the growling, vacuous rumble of his gut was only too happy to remind him of this fact. He was absolutely starving. The hunger pangs rolling through his awakened gut were almost enough to make him feel sick, as a wave of vertigo rolled over him soon after. It had to be more than just skipping dinner, the whelp had never felt this famished before in his entire life.

“Guess the eggs weren’t enough for your growth,” he mumbled... His entire body felt fatigued on top of it all, like he really was recovering from a fever. Then again, to handle such momentous growth over half a day would have taken quite a bit of energy and strain to handle; an impossible amount he’d have guessed if it wasn’t for the fact that the two serpents towered there in defiance to his expectations.

“All worth it in the end~” Cinus nudged, playing upon the delight that Claz had at fondling his stoked masculinity. The drake found it easier to brush off the serpent’s comment, especially as his stomach had more of a grip on his mind right now than the snakes.

“Well... I feel bad taking a day off of school, but it at least gives me time to sort out how to hide you two...” he remarked while getting off of his spunk soaked bed. He’d have to throw basically his entire bedding into the wash, but that could wait until after his stomach was settled.

“Why do we need to keep hidden~? Just think of how many dragonesses you could attract by showing us off~!” Cinus continued as Claz made his way back to the kitchen.

“I’d certainly attract a lot of attention... The wrong type of attention,” the drake huffed as he pushed aside the idea he himself had been so enthralled by just a few minutes earlier.

Entering the kitchen he found a note from his mother informing him of leftovers left in the fridge, as well as her hopes that he was feeling better. Hopefully that meant that whatever unremembered groans he gave in response to their prodding at his door kept them from his room, and the mess within. But those were secondary thoughts to satisfying the void gnawing within his gut.

He tore into the reheated meal with the same gusto that Fas and Cinus had with the eggs, then fetched yet more food to devour from the fridge until finally his stomach was satisfied. After that, it was a quick toss of his bedding into the wash and he could be on his way.

But where? What would he need to conceal the two eager, exhibitionistic cock-snakes? He was too young to go into a sex store to find anything. He could always order things online and then modify it to fit, maybe. Although getting something shipped was going to take time, and that wouldn’t do anything to hide the now quite sizable balls swaying between his legs with every step.

He was going to have to fetch some pants. It would be unusual in its own right, pants were a rather foreign concept for anything that wasn’t protective gear, but not something that couldn’t be explained by some good ol’ teenage attention seeking. He’d even be able to fetch them that day by going to a work wear shop, which should at least have some basic clothing for construction or factory workers to wear. Being stuck wearing them for the rest of his life wasn’t the most appealing idea, but at least until he got the two snakes in line and found a way to keep them concealed, it would keep him from ending up on some national news story.

He’d just have to hope that his new balls didn’t raise too much attention on his way there. He could sit and wait for the snakes to ‘relax’ enough to slip back into their sheath, but he couldn’t think of anything on hand to keep those concealed beyond keeping his tail lowered and hoping no one glanced too closely.

Picking up his phone and wallet, the whelp left his house and took to the air, sweeping his wings out to catch an updraft before cartwheeling off towards town. Thankfully he didn’t see too many other dragons in the air, making it easy enough for him to keep clear of them on his way. Easy enough that Claz’s mind even started to wander...

At first it was just to the lingering questions he had about this entire ordeal, about why he was so unlike other drakes. Why would the snakes need to be able to eat on their own, when they could sap nutrients and energy from the rest of his body like any other organ. Such thoughts trailed off with no real answer in reach beyond vague, nonsensical hypotheticals, and thus he quickly diverged into plans and concepts to disguise the two, not to mention ‘train’ them to behave. He reasoned he’d have to get eggs and use them as a treat to reward good behavior. At least he hoped that would work, but thinking about eggs was perhaps the last thing he should have done.

No sooner had he thought about them than a familiar, nagging shiver clutched to the back of his mind. He knew immediately it was a mistake, but he could do little more than try to not think about it. Which only made him think about them more no matter how much he stubbornly tried to not do so! He could feel the lurid duo begin to stir within his sheath, starting to prod their way out, leaving him with only a few seconds before they would spill out into the open air!

His eyes turned towards the ground to find somewhere to land until he relaxed. He quickly caught sight of the Choseors’ place; both of them worked, so their house should be empty at this time of day. Furthermore, he was familiar enough with them that he wouldn’t rouse suspicion in any of the neighbors that might notice by showing up out of the blue. It was the perfect place to lay low until he got his hormones under control again, yet there was something which unnerved him about the idea. Something deep within his psyche was too eager to land there.

Ultimately his lack of time, and overabundance of caution, tied his hands. Fas and Cinus were already starting to peek their heads out as he came to a gliding halt within the couple’s backyard. His feet settled upon the ground with a thud as he quickly glanced around to make certain he really was alone.

Then he saw them. The half dozen dark red dragon eggs nestled within their incubating nest in the couple’s backyard. Unlike the last time he had seen them, this time he understood what the dark yearning within his mind was. 

He had never felt the two snakes surge from his sheath as fast as they did there either, swiftly peaking at their half meter long, mug thick size. They already seemed to be aware of what was in front of them, their eager hisses rolling with greater fervor than they had with the store-bought eggs he had fed them yesterday. Their lips were slick from excitement, pre drooling in fecund delight to scatter into the grass beneath his feet. The need lulling from his loins beckoned him forward, demanding he claim those eggs.

But he didn’t. The reservation within his psyche refused to step forward, bracing itself against the torrent of desire threatening to sweep his better nature aside for the sake of indulging his newfound hedonism. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t gather the will to step away and remove himself from the lurid pull, leaving his eyes fixated upon the clutch as he stood motionlessly before it.

Normally, all it would take was a moment to relax, to wrestle down the impulse that gripped his thoughts and allow his cooler, rational mind to do the right thing. But he wasn’t by himself anymore, a fact that was made abundantly clear by the euphoric hisses of his two partners in depravity. No doubt they had something to do with the constant, welling yearning which clawed within the depths of his being too, constantly seeking to batter down his willpower, refreshing the strength the desire had within his mind.

“Hiss... You know you want to~” Fas started, trying to convince him while the young dragon remained spellbound by his conflicted desire.

“They won’t mind... They can always make a new clutch~” Cinus jumped in. True... eggs weren’t given the same sentimental attachment as a hatchling, but it would still delay their desires for a hatchling by a year to make a new clutch. He couldn’t do that to such a nice couple... Could he?

“Just think about how good it’ll feel... It’ll feel even better than the poultry eggs... So much better,” the first tempted again. The endorphins rushing through his body by his madly beating heart caused him to visibly shiver in need. His tail whipped from side to side, lifting to expose the hefty spheres clenched against his sheath, whilst his talons dug deep grooves into the soil underneath his feet.

“N, no... It's not right...” Claz struggled to reply. His chest heaved with long, demanding pants in an attempt to meet the demands of his racing heart. His excited breath flowing past his lips while his rusty red scales burned from his flush boiling within his skin.

“Just one, then~” Fas offered as a... compromise. “Just one egg... It’s not very likely to be the one that’s going to hatch then... No big loss... No harm done... And we’ll get to enjoy them while they’re still... fresh...”

He somehow doubted that they’d be satisfied with just one... He knew well enough from their last feast in the kitchen how little control the serpents had... But... He had a bit of control... Surely, he could keep in control of his senses and wrangle the two down... Just one egg... It- it couldn’t be that wrong to take just one, right?

“Just one, then... Only one, and no more...” he breathed back, his voice terse as if he was offering a bargain to a devil.

“Just one! We promise~!” the two sang in chorus, the drake already taking his first step forward while they were hissing in delight. 

Each of his steps forward came with it a wavering sense of regret; he knew that this was wrong, that he should be turning away and not indulging in such wicked delights. But drawing closer to those eggs made the gravity they held upon his mind, and his loins, all the greater, slowly weighing things in the advantage of his depraved desires. Still, the dance between his better sensibilities and his desires played out in a slow, inevitable surrender that would bring him standing before his forbidden delight.

He reached down, showing the same conflicted, halting motion to his arm as he had with his steps. His talons came to rest against one of the spheroids, his palm sliding across its iron rich shell and basking in the warmth left in the egg by its incubators. He couldn’t bring himself to pluck one of the eggs from its nest, not even with a fresh flood of hormonal desire from his heavy balls could overcome his final bit of hesitation.

Fas and Cinus, however, lacked such resistance entirely. The pair crept forward, slithering around the nest to inspect their treats. Claz eventually lifted his talons out of the way, leaving the two to pick out their meal, while he resigned himself to just... watching. It was easier to think of himself as just the passive passenger to the snakes’ depravity... a salve against the guilt he felt as he watched their tongues dance across the ferrous shells. 

One by one they ‘tasted’ their prize, until at once the pair settled upon a particular egg they found most tantalizing. In an instant they wrapped their jaws around the large ovoid, working in concert to lift their prize from the nest as their fangs scratched across the tough shell. Their lips, glistening with pre from their excitement, dripped the fecund essence across their selected tribute, while yet further drops spilled from around the stolen clutchmate to sizzle quietly against the other eggs left behind.

The twin lengths’ ‘collaboration’ to pry the egg of their choice out from the nest fell apart when it came time to decide which one of the two would get to enjoy their spoils. They tackled the sizable offering from either end of the spheroid, competing to see who could swallow the egg first. Their fangs raked across the football sized treat, jaws unhinging to fit as much as they could in a race to get the egg lodged within their throats, whereupon their powerful throat muscles could seize ahold of the meal and drag it down into their ravenous gullet.

All while Claz haplessly panted above, watching every second play out with equal parts guilt and rapturous bliss. The pleasure was stronger and even more irresistible than any moment from the first lot of eggs they had claimed. The lurid thrill and hedonistic depravity stoked higher by the cannibalistic taboo of the deed, a bitter undercurrent which only served to make the desire sweeping through his psyche all the more vivid.

From his position he could see that Fas would be the inevitable victor as their lips slowly approached one another around the middle of the egg, despite all the eagerness Cinus had to claim the egg for itself Fas just had that small bit of a lead. The egg pressed into Fas’s gullet, causing Cinus’s further attempts to wiggle its jaws around the egg’s midsection to push the large meal further into its brother’s throat. Just enough for the band of muscles running along the length of the cock-snake’s neck to get enough of a grip to start pulling the egg further down instead of squeezing it back out.

It was still a euphorically slow process. The difference in size between the giant prick and its target meant the precious cargo had to inch slowly towards its inevitable fate rather than slide down smoothly like the eggs from before. Claz’s chest rolled with anxious desire from it all, his breath spilling from his lips with his most frantic pants to date yet. 

His body locked in place, seized entirely by an anxious anticipation of ovivorous delight that kept his hands from wandering to his loins. His eyes watched intently, captivated with every detail as he saw Fas’s fangs slowly start to close around the egg, pulling it from its brother’s lips until finally the last of the red shell disappeared behind the precum slick lips of the serpent. He followed the hefty bulge of the morsel sliding down the serpent’s neck. His body writhed from the warmth which radiated from the incubated morsel into the snake’s throat. It gave the impression that it was ‘alive’ compared to the cool, refrigerated poultry eggs from before, a feeling that reinforced the guilt-tinged euphoria that continued to flood his senses.

Then the egg shattered within the snake’s throat, sending a depraved thrill bouncing along his spine. The pleasure from the poultry eggs was a pale reflection compared to the sinful delight currently erupting within his mind. His thoughts went blank whilst his body jerked forward and crashed to his side as his frame no longer had the coordination to stand. All he could do was jut his hips forward as he curled into himself, struggling and failing to hold back a gasped moan from fleeing his lips as the slurry of yolk and iron trailed down his snake-cock’s throat and into his body.

He couldn’t have imagined such vivid pleasure could exist until he had experienced it himself. He braced himself for the inevitable climax such pleasure should have brought, the pair of snakes twitching, spilling rivulets of pre from their lips. Yet, even when Fas’s throat was clear of the nutritious cocktail, that release didn’t come. His body was left teetering on the edge, feeling like it could be pushed to its peak with just a change in the breeze without it ever coming to be. He could only bask in the near miss of his climax as his limbs still clenched and squeezed in pleasure-induced reflex, held still for a good few seconds before he could collect himself enough to at least open his eyes and stare down towards his loins.

“No fair, no fair! I picked that egg first~!” Cinus cooed towards him, the snake’s pre-glazed head hovering just a few inches shy of his lips. 

Claz stared past the serpent looking to him to settle the dispute with its partner, his attention focused instead on the visible bulge of now digesting yolk trapped within the second stomach within his abdomen. He could still feel the warmth from the tended egg, now flowing into his loins. It was enough to finally get his lust-frozen hand to move, sliding down shakily over his body to stroke along the impression it left, feeling the last of the destroyed egg’s warmth fade into his body.

“To the victor go the spoils~” Fas licked at its own lips in a futile attempt to clean the scales of all the cream which had bubbled up from its gullet.

“One more egg!” Cinus hissed hungrily towards the whelp as his eyes tore themselves away from their voracious fixation and towards the beckoning serpents.

“One more!” Fas agreed, smiling as it joined its brother in looking towards their owner. “Still good odds... Only a 1 in 5 chance of picking the fertilized one~ It’ll be fine~”

“It's only fair~” Cinus grumbled as it coiled around Fas.

He had given the two a firm limit of one for just this reason. He knew that if he acquiesced once it would be easier for the pair to get a second pardon, then a third, until there were no eggs left. But at the same time, his own desire to scarf down his own kind’s eggs had been inflamed by how good it had felt, whilst his reservation against the deed had begun to wither. Guilt did still gnaw at the back of his mind, but if he was already guilty, what was the harm in indulging a bit more sin~?

“F- fine... One more...” the dragon spoke, lying to himself as he acquiesced to Cinus’s desires. With a happy, gleeful hiss and swaying slither the snake half coiled around the remaining egg it had most desired to devour. The warmth of its dark shell against the snake’s brighter red scales soothed the anxious dragon with listless pleasure. His eyes lulled close, averting his gaze from the evidence of his crimes while his imagination vividly filled in the details that accompanied the pleasure wrung from his ravenous girth.

There was no competition over the egg between the two here. Cinus could take as long as it desired to indulge in its gluttony and ensure that their owner was thoroughly pleased while doing so~ A gasp escaped the collapsed whelp’s lips as the snake-cock wrapped its wide jaws around the hefty sized egg, its body coiling and pushing forward to try and fit the morsel down to its gullet without the other lengths help to push it in. Slowly, steadily, more and more of the nutrient rich meal disappeared down the pre-drooling length’s lips, bulging the creature’s jaws around the wide midpoint of the egg, until one last, euphoric gulp sentenced the egg down the snake’s throat to join its nestmate.

It didn’t survive much further than the last. Each gulp from the snake-cock’s gullet squeezed down upon the large egg like a vice, straining its solid walls, until even a sturdy dragon egg began to strain underneath the grip of the serpent’s throat. All it took was one fracture to creep along the iron rich shell for the next clench by the snake’s muscles to shatter it, delivering a euphoric jolt through its body and along Claz’s spine with its demise. Each following gulp sped along the throat bulging lump of protein, fat, and iron down to his sheath, each coming with a shiver of shameful bliss that reached its pinnacle as Cinus’s meal joined the remains of Fas’s.

Yet, curiously, his lengths still didn’t reach their peak. It seemed impossible to the inexperienced dragon considering how quickly and eager those two were to fire off yesterday. Despite how much pleasure, how much need and desire was still bouncing through his system, those lengths remained teetering just on the edge of release. Part of that was because of his own reservations - he didn’t want to leave a depraved mess that would clue the couple in to the fate of their missing eggs, especially if he did get (un)lucky enough to have picked the viable one - but he doubted that was the only reason...

“Th- there... One each, that should satisfy you two...” Claz huffed, his muscles relaxing enough for him to, unsteadily, get back onto his feet. Not with any certainty however, as his balance was undermined by the occasional jolt of pleasure which washed through his body, threatening to seize his muscles in an anxious clench and topple him back to the ground. For now he could at least walk. Flying, however, was unfortunately a bit more coordination than he could hold onto at the moment.

“Hiss... But we’re still hungry~! That wasn’t enough to satisfy us!” one of them piped up, drooling messily across its own scales and the still waiting morsels within the nest. 

“T- tough,” Claz pipped back, glancing to and fro as regret gnawed at the back of his mind with renewed vigor. Fortunately, despite the weight of his conscience on his mind, no one had quite noticed what he was up to, if he had noticed that he was there at all. “Now... Go and hide so I can get out of here before someone sees me...”

“We can’t~ Not until ‘you’ relax as well~” Fas reminded, daring to challenge Claz’s words as its tongue lapped along another egg, savoring a feast it desired to continue.

“That’s... going to take forever...” he mumbled, sulking in place as he brooded over the conundrum. He could try to stroke them off, with how pent up he felt from their feast it certainly wouldn’t take long, but what was he going to do about the mess! To say nothing at all about how unseemly it would look if anyone flying overhead caught sight of him stroking off in the neighbor’s yard over a nest missing eggs.

“Just one more each... That would satisfy us~” Cinus offered another devilish bargain. The words brought a cold shiver to Claz’s mind; not so much out of the thought of repeating his unseemly acts in order to get out of his current predicament, but rather because he realized the repulsion he had at the idea of letting them devour the couples’ eggs didn’t have anywhere near the same hold upon him now as it previously did. It was only his rational mind telling him that he shouldn’t do it now, that ‘good’ dragons didn’t go around eating the eggs of their friends.

“Yes... One each would make us feel nice and full... Just like how good it felt to be full of eggs yesterday~ We’ll definitely be satisfied after that!”

“It wouldn’t take long... Just a minute... Then we’d be good to go~”

He... he really should go. He should just risk the chance of someone catching sight of the two serpents at a distance rather than what his living Ids were suggesting. Instead, he was rationalizing their words, contemplating it... Slowly, steadily, starting to make excuses and rationalizations which would support their desires... His desires. 

“Just one pair more~” they hissed together in unison, coiling around one another in abject need.

Claz didn’t answer with a word, just a simple nod as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t deny that this was what he wanted as well... His thoughts couldn’t turn away from the idea of it no matter how much he told himself otherwise. Any chance he had of convincing himself was undermined by the pair’s continued prodding and the flush of desire which seeped into him.

A silent agreement was still an agreement to the two serpents, however, and so they greedily dug back into the nest to pry out their next morsels. Each was faster this time, more experienced with swallowing down such a sizable quarry. Their jaws wrapped around the start of each ovoid, whilst the guilt-riddled pleasure which wrung through his body once more caused the young dragon to topple forward, this time barely catching himself before he fell onto the nest itself.

A second later the eggs were lifted from their bedding, sliding along the snake-cocks’ tongues as their writhing motions jostled the weighty treasures past their jaws, until one final tilt of their heads upwards forced the gullet bulging morsels down far enough to start sliding down from the relentless clenches of their throats.

The drake couldn’t contain himself this time, knowing that this time he was going to be slammed towards his peak as soon as these ‘final’ eggs were taken care of. Huffing, panting, he rolled onto his back to avoid the nest, stretching his legs apart to expose himself in all of his glory to the sky above, blinded to the dangers by the hedonistic need dominating his psyche. His heavy spheres twitched, flexing against his sheath in a clear indication that they were wanting to fire, waiting only for the opportunity to join in euphoric release along with the rest of his body. The talons on his hind legs clenched, his feet digging into his thighs whilst the serpents writhed in ecstasy over his abdomen.

His hands reached down, clenching around the large snakes and practically choked them with his lust-drunk grip. The pleasure his steady, groping pumps of his first brought was miniscule compared to what the eggs trapped within them brought, but his grip wasn’t so much to pleasure the snakes as it was to wrangle a hold of them. Even in his less than fully rational mind, he knew that the pair’s mess was going to put what they did to the kitchen to shame, and there was only one thing he could think to do to help contain the evidence spewing disaster to come.

He rolled his hips forward, swaying the egg-stuffed serpents up along his belly whilst his shoulders slumped, allowing his long neck to bend downwards and bring his snout adjacent to their two cock’s lapping tongues. Tentatively, unsure of both the act itself as well as the control over his movements, he wrapped his fangs and lips around Fas. His broad tongue slurped along the snake’s brow and head, drawing a pleased shiver from the serpent that was swiftly followed by the coiling creature lurching itself further into his slick, warm maw. 

The length straightened out, growing rigid underneath his stroking hand so that he could slowly start to bob his head along the gluttonous length. His tongue ground against those soft scales, tasting the heady flavor of his copious virility lathered into them. He didn’t dare to close his jaw around the length for now, instead delighting in letting the serpent roll across his tongue and against the roof of his maw.

But, as those eggs drifted lower, and his excitement bundled further, he started to be less careful. His jaw slid closed, nestling the sensitive serpent between his fangs as his thrusts pumped the sentient cock into his lips in tandem with the bobbing slurps of his head. The dull sides of his teeth brushed along the soft, yielding flesh of the length, sending small ripples rolling through Fas’ rigid frame. The snake’s own lips, clenched shut with each swallow rolling down along its neck, drooled the taste of his pre against his tongue. The fluid mixed with the rolls of the length against the muscle mixed it with his spit into a long, stringy essence that glued itself between fang and scale, small strings of viscous gunk connecting his lips to the snake-cock.

Cinus nuzzled at his chin to join its brother within his warm, enveloping maw, demanding the same attention as its sibling. Unfortunately for the pair, their size that allowed them to make a meal of the unfortunate clutch also made them quite the handful for the young whelp. He was barely able to fit one serpent comfortably, fitting two would be an impossibility. He’d just have to split his attention between them. He pulled Fas from his maw, the snake offering as much protest as the serpent could deliver with a throatful of doomed dragon egg. Claz’s maw wouldn’t be empty for long, barely delivering one final slurp across Fas’ rhombus-shaped head before Cinus charged in, digging itself as deep as Fas had gotten within his maw!

Claz’s eyes opened in surprise at the gusto the serpent had, catching him off guard as a small sputter of pre and spit coughed down the living cock. He had the length in hand soon after, giving it just as much attention as he had the first. Every sweep of his tongue and brush of his fangs sent another shiver racing through his body, stoking novel instincts he was only just beginning to discover. His balls flexed again, becoming ever more desperate to spill their load while being denied by the two serpent’s half-devoured meals.

He couldn’t take the need anymore. His grip sliding down to squeeze against the bulge the ovoids made within the serpents’ bodies to coax them down quicker. But even that wasn’t enough for the hedonistic whelp lost in his self pleasure, as his fingers wrapped around the thickest part of the egg-bulges. His fingers clenched tight against the thin scaled lengths as darker, more depraved snarls began to roll from his throat, growling past a maw stuffed with snake-cock.

The strength within his hands proved to be enough to crack those eggs early, crushing the iron shelled cradles with the assistance of the serpent’s crushing esophagus! The eruption of pleasure that came this time was even more powerful than the earlier two, crashing headlong with the dark thrill that he felt when the shells surrendered beneath the clench of his talons!

The dragon’s body buckled, his hips seeking to sink the drooling serpent towards the back of his throat as the satisfying tumbling currents of yolk and shell spilled down his lengths’ gullets. It was only a matter of seconds now before the young whelp’s climax would finally be unchained, whatever inhibition that held his loins back from spilling their seed from the first pair of eggs shoved aside by the depraved need bursting from his loins. The desire to swallow as much as he could of the hefty serpent and allow the other to make an absolute mess with its release drummed within his core, but at least for this temptation his rational mind won out.

Wrestling against his own desires, Claz pried Cinus out, sliding the serpent back as his lips and fangs parted, lining the length up to his open maw with as straight a shot as he could manage. His other hand coerced Fas into the same position, his hands sliding up along their bodies to grasp them just behind their jaws to ensure they couldn’t do anything too tricky. Not that they’d have time to concoct any devious scheme as the delectable slurry passed from their lengths and settled within his abdomen.

His climax exploded forward the moment their gullets were clear, bursting through his body with all the force of a tsunami. A low, barely constrained moan escaped from his lips as his spheres flexed, spasming again and again as they pumped a veritable flood of virile spermatozoa from his plump testes! Each serpent flexed within his grip, once more growing rigid and firm, their excited hisses falling silent as the torrent of cream erupted up through their flexing bodies, until the young whelp felt the thin scales beneath his claws bulge with the weight of seed coursing through their gullets.

Claz’s stretched his jaw open as wide as he could manage, trying to make as large of a target possible for the two serpents aimed towards his maw, only to be shown how optimistic his plan was when the first torrential ropes crashed against the back of his tongue. One long, sticky, virile rope of dragon seed might have been manageable enough for him to swallow if it was aimed straight into the back of his throat, but two landing squarely in the middle of his mouth proved far too much for him to handle! His tongue did its best, cupping the seed to try and keep the tide of virile cream trapped within his lips while he gulped down mawfuls of draconic virility.

He managed one swallow, drinking a good half of the seed which had pooled between his fangs before the next shots careened into his maw. The tide of viscous masculinity overflowed from his lips, rivulets of his own essence flowing in long sticky strands to his chin. His throat desperately tried to catch up to the unexpected torrent, working down a cup’s worth of his own seed at a time. A losing, desperate fight to keep as much of the mess contained as he could, trapping it in his gullet to trickle down to his belly while the warmth from the overflowing, piping hot seed flowed down along his jaws before spilling onto his neck and shoulders.

Fortunately, despite how much the pleasure crashing through his body made it seem, his climax didn’t last forever. The demanding flexes of his crotch, from the pair of spheres tucked closely to his sheath as well as from somewhere ‘deeper’ in his loins, started to come less frequently. The belching spits of seed from the snake’s parted lips slowed as the tension within their clenched bodies relaxed, leaving the last few sputters of cream to drool against his lips rather than crash into the retreating tide of virility within his maw.

He felt like he could have flooded a womb to its brim with the amount of cream that had glazed his scales and settled within his stomach! A thought that the young, lust drunk dragon reveled in as he remained sprawled in his neighbor’s back yard, gulping down the last of his masculine ambrosia clinging to his lips. Despite the danger of discovery he couldn’t bring himself to move in his afterglow, left recuperating on the lawn as he basked in the lingering pleasure; the slick coating of spilled seed and pre glossing along his cock’s bodies with the slow pumps of his hands, the weight of cream slowly trickling down his neck scales before being scooped up by his talons. 

It was curiosity which finally roused his mind from that simple, hedonistic bliss minutes later. His hand had drifted lower over one of the serpents, sliding away from their satisfied flesh to stroke nearby his sheath when he discovered the satiated ache from the snake’s stomach had waned. To his surprise, he discovered that the stomach which had been stuffed full moments earlier to leave a noticeable bulge had already shrunk down to disappear within the curve of his belly. At the same time, his balls started to feel just as heavy, just as ‘full’ as they were when he had swallowed down the first pair of eggs.

Remembering the pair’s... ‘breakfast’ finally started the idle gears of his mind up enough to realize where he was, and what he had just done. Guilt and regret immediately danced across his mind, only to fade far quicker than he expected it too when his eyes drew towards the last two eggs left in the nest.

“Hiss... We might as well now~” Cinus cooed, interrupting the idle, satisfied hisses both of them had been giving since his climax tapered to a close.

“We more than likely got the one that was good...” Fas agreed, its tongue licking across its lips to clear it of some of the viscous gunk left from their virile eruption.

“Four out of six... Those last two are just food now.”

“Hfff... You two planned this from the start...” Claz grumbled as he slowly shifted back his feet. He didn’t voice his agreement this time, merely coming to stand nearby the robbed nest was enough for them to hastily pluck up and gobble down the last of their cannibalistic buffet. “You’re going to have to eat on the go, though... We’ve stuck around here for far too long and need to get going before someone sees us!”

He hadn’t even finished speaking before their jaws wrapped around their final meal of the morning. It was going to be interesting flying with the two of them snacking down their meal, but he wouldn’t have to fly far... Just a hundred meters to skulk off to the woods where no one would see him to enjoy the last of the eggs undisturbed.

Although, as he shakily took flight while the last of the couple’s eggs slid down the serpents’ gullets, his mind drifted to another thought that had first taken root in his ovivorous daze. If eighteen tangerine sized eggs had given the pair this much of a growth spurt, just what was going to come from devouring half a dozen football sized dragon eggs? In excitement-tinged horror, he realized that it was going to be impossible to resist the yearning call of the snake-cocks after such momentous growth.

Not that Claz minded that, he realized, as he dove towards the tree line just before the last two eggs broke within the hungry snake-cocks. What was it Cinus had said earlier... That the eggs of ‘inferior’ males were meant to only be food for his own virility? He was starting to see the logic behind it... Maybe he’d make it up to Mrs. Choseor after scarfing down their eggs by giving her a clutch of much superior, snake-cock equipped dragon boys~