In the kingdom of Chenarr, there once was a great dynasty of esteemed and noble dragons.  With palaces wrapped in jade and rose, they commanded an island with northern mountains, southern wetlands, and port cities both east and west.  Many who came to Chenarr spoke of its emerald glades, its wondrous obsidian mountains, and gorgeous pink valleys.
Then came the Emperor's death.  A nation in mourning, with white curtains draped from every house.  The family of Kirgess V went into a fugue, their mountain palace touching the heavens, their shining pillars cloaked in pale funeral sheets.
Standing before the coffin, in a grand chapel-cavern at the base of the cliffs, was Her Majesty Dalmissa, a white serpentine dragoness with stooped back, long red gown and silver tiara.  A hollow choir rang through the gemstones, glass trumpets filling either side of a large decorated hall, where stalagmites were draped in tinsel.
Beside the widowed queen was her son, a jade wyrm in blue trim; his wife from afar, a larger black drake with python body in yellow robes; and lastly their children, a teenage son and daughter, both of them shale-grey in green and purple gowns.  All of them had feral bodies, walking on four legs with dexterous thumbs, such as the priest now grasping a tome.
	"A great and vast soul has left this kingdom," he said, "a nation has lost its heart, a brilliant mind whose legacy runs deep in his chosen blood.  Since the first inception of the Vantelrass Dynasty, he is survived by his child, and her children, and so the prosperous land of Chenarr will continue to meet the heavens, through each generation of Kirgess."
The song continued as various drakes gave their respects.  Flowers were placed on the coffin, along with shards and wreaths and little notes from various cities.  The procession lasted two hours, and once it was time to bury the king, there was only the empress left beside him.
	"We wish to be alone," she said to the cleric, "permit us five minutes."
	"Yes, Your Highness."
The serpent in blue walked away, with everyone filing out in turn.  Silence in the cavernous chapel, a soft flutter of the golden flag now draped over the casket.  She opened the top to see her husband's face, stiff with pale front, long white moustache and a green-scaled back.
	"Look at you," she hissed, "how long ago was it, when you forced me to marry you?  Fifty-eight years I have spent, nursing my rage when I nursed your child, nursed your legacy, continuing your wretched line that enslaved me.  Oh I was comfortable, yes, but no cage however pampered can compare to the sky, hmm, darling?"
She leaned over to breathe on his cold cheek.
	"You loved your son, hmm?  Loved him more than me...oh this isn't about me not being empress, I don't give a damn about your mouldy Vantelrass seat, but I know you loved Kunsar more than anything.  I hope you're looking up at me from the abyss, Kirgy.  I'll join you soon, but not before I unmake your legacy."
Departing for the mansion, her family joined in a post-grieving occasion, a small party of delegates from various regions giving commiserations.  It was all pointless to her, the empress fawning and playing the part of a widowed wife, with pithy remarks and charming tales flowing like wine.
The next day, Dalmissa sat in her luxurious room of gold-and-scarlet, a four poster bed only she had slept in, with beautiful oaken drawers set flush against the walls.  She wrote in her diary, her face in the polished pearl mirror smiling to pull back the crow's feet that haunted her.  Her eyes sparkled more, her wrinkles slipped away, and her laugh rang with a timbre more than usual.
The servants found this unusual, all of whom were non-serpentine dragons with round bodies and shorter gait with more equine proportions, as well as the vestigial wings of the lower-class.  Their clothes were stiff and severe, starched sleeves and black vests with tight dusty kilts to cover their nethers, as they milled about the mansion with trays and feather dusters.  The head servant was a red wyvern, his bifocals balanced on his snout as he knocked on her door.
	"Your Highness."  He stepped in the room.  "We have arranged an early banquet."
	"Thank you Jeks," she kept writing, "how is my son?"
	"He is preparing his new duties exceptionally.  He has conferred the Castle of Mihirron to the young master."
	"And his daughter?"
	"She is to be given Meserrah, a fitting land, reminiscent of her mother's home."
	"Speaking of," the empress licked her pen, "Ulsteenya's settling in well, remember that lerch she wrestled in the stables?"
	"Hm hm, yes."  A wry smile trickled from his lips.  "We find her humour most refreshing, marm."
	"You can be honest, nothing leaves my room."
	"I could be, yes."
The years she had known Jeks allowed her to know six different smiles he exhibited.  His current one said "The things I could tell you that would make your head spin", but she knew he would never tell.  The one gift a servant could have was the power of knowledge, and Dalmissa would never rob him of that.
	"I have some duties for you," she turned in her seat, "some private preparations."
	"Yes, marm," he clicked his heels, "what would you have me do?"
	"This," the empress gave her written note, "keep me posted on what's been done, to help our family ease into their...future, legacy.  Do not be afraid to ask other servants for help, I trust you know who will suit them best."
	"I see," Jeks briefly read with concern, "are they having troubles, Your Highness?"
	"Not as such.  You will understand, when you reach the end of the list."
	"Understood...if I may, this part on Ulsteenya, is...is that, for me-"
	"Yes."
Just as she knew his smiles, Jeks also knew hers.  A twinkling in her eye made him understand completely, as he pocketed the list and took his leave with a fiendish grin.
Over the course of next week, the servants would whisper suppositions that Dalmissa had entered some grief-stricken mania, but none would dare speak aloud for fear of setting her off.  She paid it no mind, letting the rumour mill spin as she busied herself with personal pleasures.
	"Mother?" her son asked in the evening.  "Do you need anything?"
	"Ohh, Kunsy, come in come in, I'm workshopping a new melody!"
In the music room of their mansion, with chocolate-brown walls and beige carpet, the empress was playing a harpsichord.  Her long feral body balanced like a dancing cobra, her old fingers dancing over the keys of a wooden piano, a sound like a mechanic lute from within.  Kunsar sat beside her, the green dragon taller than her in his slender build as he wrapped an arm round her.
	"Ohh, handsy are we?!"
	"Just wanted to say hello," he smiled hugging her, "it's a lovely song, sounds oddly familiar."
	"Geniletti's 4th, but I've changed it to a minor key, that touch of blue I so enjoy.  Do you know his work, dear?"
	"No, I can't say I do," the son swayed to the tune, "feels like a lullaby to me."
	"I played this when you were little...but only when your father wasn't here."
	"But, why?  It's such a charming piece."
	"It's from my homeland," she dipped to a lower key, "the song my mother used to play, before I came to Chenarr."
	"Oh, I see...I actually don't know much of your homeland."
	"There's a reason for that...but he's not here now."
	"Is...what do you mean?"
	"Kunsy...how do you feel about arranged marriage?"  She picked up speed in the song.  "Do you love your wife for who she is?"
	"Of course," he smirked wide, "Ulsteenya is a wonderful lady, a little crude but she is marvellous to behold in strength and candour."
	"Would you have still married her, if you were not inclined to?"
	"I would have, yes.  Why do you ask?"
	"Because," Dalmissa leaned forth over the keys, "I was not as fortunate as you."
She tightened her lip and went down a darker key, stiffening her son's spine as she warped the song to some strange contralto.  Then he felt a hand slip round his waist, as he looked upon his mother's wrinkled face.
	"You've grown so much," she simpered, "such a sweet drake you've become."
	"Well, th-thanks to you," Kunsar grinned, "you always taught me to love and respect the world."
	"I certainly did...the world outside of us, should be loved and respected, and now that you are to be the new emperor...there are certain duties I must ask of you."
	"Well of course, but we can do that another time, I would be more than happy to take your counsel mo-MMMH!"
Her hand sneaked round to his thigh, stroking under the blue robe with a chuckle at his face.  Her smile grew as she slipped closer, her fingers tapping along his leg as she cuddled up to him.
	"Play with me, Kunsy.  Do you remember this song?"
	"Um...I-i think so."  He joined her on the keys.  "Second verse?"
She played on with the melody, her son taking the high keys whilst she kept low.  Through years of practice they synchronised perfectly, Dalmissa swaying back and forth as Kunsar joined in.  He knew some of the words, but followed the same cadence as he felt a warm relief, after quietly mourning the past week and putting on a brave face as the new emperor.
But in this moment, he was Dalmissa's son, and his father was just "away on business".  He was a child once again, playing that song his mother loved to play whenever he was gone.  He suspected the reasons, he had seen the micro-frustrations in her face, the muffled arguments and pillow-screams.  But this song was his safe space, her bubble of joy.  Then she popped it, when she kissed him on the lips.
A soft smooch surprised him, a whisper on the tongue as she held it there, waiting for him.  She kept on playing as did he, and the smallest betrayal of his suckling lips pulled her in to this forbidden embrace.  The mother closed her eyes, and her tongue slipped over his causing him to suddenly pull back.
	"S-SUH!" his hand slammed discordant keys.  "S-sorry, sorry I, I don't know what-"
	"Shhhh," she patted him, "we're all in a strange time at the moment, let's forgive ourselves hmm?"
	"Right...y-yes."  He stood up straightening his robe.  "Thank you for the...music, mother.  Are you alright?"
	"I'm always alright...when I'm with you.  If I ever feel...lonely again, can I take you to my room?"
	"Of course...mother."  The jade son bowed.  "I will be in the drawing room, if you need me."
He walked away with an unconscious twitch in his tail, a strange giddiness that she had planted.  It wasn't the first time she had opened Kunsar up to certain touches, sowing the seeds of hidden desire.  It wasn't the first time they had kissed, and she knew from that twitching breath, that he always wanted more.

The next day, she was with her grandchildren, the two greys just blossoming into their teenage years.  Sharing the one room, Triska and Gerviss were raised to be model citizens, and almost never apart in their duties as future successors.
One side of the room was rich amber, the other a striking blue with a gradient between, having two beds at opposite ends and different pursuits lined up on their drawers.  The daughter, Triska, had carvings of magnificent warriors and maps of uncharted regions; whilst the son, Gerviss, had scientific textbooks and anatomical charts of flowers.
Currently they sat either side of Dalmissa on the couch, set flush against the wall, him in splendid emerald robe and her in flowing purple.  Their grandmother was clawing the air as she read from a book, rasping deep in a villainous tone.
	"SEE my unshadowed eye, said the empress of night, for it has seen the very POINT that your soul departs this realm.  ENOUGH, barked Ezekar, his sword reflecting the horizon, whereforth has my nemesis gone, the one who slew my mother debased?!  I answered you true, she wagged her wing, tis that very point you shall meet Fate itself.  With her wicked claw, she stabbed through the map...and lo, it was a village she had ripped in twain, a village he had known...as the house of his first friend."
	"Oh no!" gasped the boy.  "But that, th-they promised they would meet again, is that becau-"
	"YES, FATE!" the girl clapped aggressive.  "FATE MEANS BLOOD, FATE MEANS BLOOD!"
	"T-tris, noooo, I don't want them to kill each other!"
	"Nah they won't, he said nemesis, that means someone is killing FOR him!"
	"Oh, you correcting ME now?!" Gerviss swatted the air.  "It's not my fault you didn't know what a stamen was!"
	"Now now children," the grandmother patted them, "it's not homework, we do not have to care about pedantry.  Anyways, that was the end of this chapter, so I am going to stop for today."
	"Awwww!" Triska bounced on her butt.  "But, the fate, it means BLOOD!"
	"I know, I know, you hunger, but grandma thirsts even more.  Let me get you both a drink."
She put the book aside and went to a table, her body meandering like a python to where a pitcher of orange juice sat waiting.  As she poured both their glasses, she pulled a flask from her robe and sneaked a few drops of vodka into both, before handing them both their drinks.  They sat up together, their long backs half-draped on the couch, the grandmother enjoying her own flask and occasionally spreading her legs to make Gerviss blush.
	"How has school been?" she asked.  "I hear your life studies are going well."
	"Oh yeah, it's great!" the son rubbed his knees.  "Lady Cilan told me that I had really soft hands."
	"Pffft," his sister snorted, "that's cuz you never held a sword in your life!"
	"Well, I don't want to fight, I want to grow plants, it's just amazing that a tiny seed can become a HUGE tree!"
	"Are YOU gonna be a big tree?" she reached over and tapped his head.  "Cuz you're plenty little a seed."
	"Well, least I'm not a rockhead like you," he nudged her back.
	"Hahaha," the grandmother shook her head, "you two are a perfect couple."
	"Uhh, couple?" Gerviss reared back.  "Grandma, we're brother and sister, we can't be-"
	"So what was our little mischief last month?"  She leaned in with a devious grin.  "The way you were panting as you fingered her-"
	"Grandmaaaa!" Triska cringed pulling up her legs.  "That was just, uh, yanno, we were just teasing!"
	"But you liked it didn't you?  No need to be shy, it's alright to have fun with your brother."
	"Even if you told us not to tell anyone?"
	"Because your parents are prudes, in my culture it is perfectly natural for a brother and sister to show their love for each other.  In fact..."
The white dragoness patted both their thighs, slipping close to their crotches to make them stiffen with a blush.
	"Your mother and father are out right now, we could do a little more fun."
	"U-uh, are you sure?" Gerviss bucked into her grip.  "It felt nice but...but it felt weird, and-"
	"You liked it, didn't you?"  She creased her wrinkled smile.  "You trust grandma, don't you?  An old drake should have a few secrets, it's fun to keep them."
	"Heh, h-heh," Triska clenched her teeth at the teasing finger, "it does feel nice...I've been trying to do it myself but...it was better when Gerviss did it."
	"Really?" her brother looked to her.  "You...you liked it too?"
	"Well yeah, I mean...you got really soft hands."
The sister in purple gasped from the curling claw of her grandmother, hooking just behind her clit.  In turn Dalmissa squeezed on her grandson's crotch, slipping through his robe to finger his slit.  All nobles had a slit between their hind legs, currently dangling off the couch as the youngsters whimpered at her touch.  Smooth and dexterous, her fingers circled a soft pair of lips, and soon wrapped round a twitching cock.
Triska was more into it than her brother, spreading her legs to let her grandmother in.  She was trying to be reckless, her shaky smile proving otherwise as she grinded her hips against Dalmissa's hand.  Gerviss was more hesitant, but folded easily to his matriarch's wishes as he gripped his seat, biting his lip at her warm touch.
Her finger thumbed his glans and circled round the soft, spongy head to make her grandson eep.  Slowly it grew from the slit, throbbing out to a cute pulsing knot.  The granddaughter was already wet, a heated damp trickling down Dalmissa's hand as Triska squirmed from the pluck of her walls.
	"M-mmmph!  G-grandma, haaah!"
	"Shhhhh," the old wyrm giggled, "just close your eyes...let me get in there deep."
	"NNNNGH!  AAAH!"
	"How are you feeling, dears?  That feel good?"
	"Y-yeah," the boy throbbed even harder, "haaah, you're, really good at this!"
	"I've had many years to practice," she chuckled groping his knot, "plenty of fine boys I've entertained, and you're certainly no exception."
	"Mmmhhh...am I, .going to, s-spurt again?"
	"If you like it enough...do you want to?"
Gerviss nodded rapidly, the elder squeezing his cock and teasing the vein of his young flesh to make him throb even harder.  At the same time, she pumped her knuckles into her granddaughter, the girl spreading wider with a shivering pant as she clutched her chest.
A trembling grin spread over her cheeks, closing her eyes as she leaned back with a whimpering laugh.  It had been a few months since Dalmissa had taught them, a secret little pastime as she dripped even faster.  Neither of them saw the wicked smile she had, splitting wide at the corruption of her youths.
	"Such lovely things," she whispered, "sweet, dirty little drakes."
	"Mmmph, g-grandma," Triska gripped her wrist, "Please, don't stop, ahh!"
	"Ohhh don't worry dear...I've got plenty more tricks to show you, things that would be much more fun than my old frail hands."
	"Like what?" trembled Gerviss.  "Haah, wh-what's better than this?"
	"Well...I have an idea."  She pulled them closer.  "Would you like me to teach you, how to kiss?"
	"K-kiss?!"
	"But that's, gross!" Triska cackled.  "You want me to kiss you-AAGH!"
	"I'll have you know," the old wyvern plunged deep in her cunt, "I am an expert at osculation, and I guarantee you will charm any boy you kiss.  And to make it more fun...keep your eyes closed, so you can focus your senses."
	"Alright, hah...s-sure."
	"As for little Gerviss," she squeezed his cock, "I have something much more special for you."
She leaned over to whisper something in his ear, making him stiffen with a shot of pre into her fingers.  Keeping her eyes closed, the granddaughter felt a strong pair of lips gingerly touch her, a soft suckling as they began to smooch.  She was surprised by the lithely tongue that curled past her teeth, slithering into her cheeks and suckling with an eager sound.
Triska pushed in faster, her tongue wrapped round the other, pulling it deeper in her throat.  She had kissed a few boys before, a girl once, but this was different.  This was forbidden, delicious, the same thrill she felt from sneaking out at night to gamble in the backstreets.
There was something different about tasting his family, thought Gerviss as he pressed his tongue deeper.  An odd bitter tang that his body knew instinctively wasn't right, but excited him all the more.  The last time he felt this was when he stole three persimmon bars from a shop.  It was for a dare, but it ate him up grievously inside, until he made a donation in good faith.
Something kept pulling him back, his tongue slathering deeper with a shivering hot breath.  Then he tasted hers, gulping it down in trembling glee before he opened his eyes.  Triska stared back at him, their tongues briefly stopping.  Then she started suckling again.
	"Enjoying yourselves?" the grandmother asked.  "Oh don't be so shocked...you two are having such fun I didn't want to intrude."
	"M-mmmhhh...g-grunmuh-"
	"Shhhh-sh-sh-sh, don't speak," she patted him, "just savour it.  Savour your family's love, folding in on itself like a warm blanket."
Triska took the initiative, a strange passion burning her loins thanks to Dalmissa fingering her cunt.  The girl suddenly came, a squeal rippling down her brother's throat, who froze up in her stuttering gasp that he spattered even thicker pre.  Dalmissa shivered at their warmth, brother and sister spraying on her lap, crossing the streams of lust as they gripped each other's bodies.
Some primal passion had overwhelmed them, and now they could think of nothing else.  Gerviss whimpered a sweet little howl, a throbbing orgasm that shot a thin white rope across both his grandmother's legs.  His shaft bulged in her grip as she pumped the last few strokes, until he slumped back with exhaustion.
	"Haaaah...a-aaah...ohhh jeez!"
	"That was...weird," Triska licked her lips, "fun-weird, but still weird, you tricked us!"
	"I know," Dalmissa tittered, "I couldn't resist, but you both enjoyed it."
	"I...I-i don't know," Gerviss gulped, "feels like we did...something wrong-"
	"Well you coulda said no," his sister rolled her eyes, "didn't stop when I was sucking your tongue."
	"M-maybe...no, not really."  He rolled off the couch a little shaken.  "I'm feeling really tired, I'm going to...go sleep."
	"Alright dear," his grandmother petted him, "thank you for letting this silly old wyrm have her fun, and remember...our secret."
	"Yeah, secret.  Definitely."
	"I got some stuff to do," Triska stood up and stretched her arms, "but uh, grandma, can I ask you something?"
	"Of course dear," she bowed happily, "let's leave your brother to rest."
They both headed out the room as Gerviss slumped in his bed.  His body shuddered with painful heat, his noodly spine twitching in terrible places, an odd, searing guilt welling up inside him.  Not like his sister, who felt strangely energetic, bouncing from one heel to the other with her flapping gown.
	"Sooo uh, um, is it...is it kinda weird that he's a good kisser?"
	"Surprising, yes?" the elder grinned.  "I gave him a few tips."
	"Wait, YOU kissed him already?"
	"Well of course dear, someone had to teach him, and it certainly wasn't going to be your father!"
	"HAH, yeaaah I don't see dad kissing boys," said the youth rubbing her arm, "maybe you...could you teach me some more of those tricks?"
	"I would love to, Triska," Dalmissa rubbed her back, "why don't we retire to my room and I shall...teach you, the ways of our family?"
	"Yeah, let's do it!"
Reckless once again, the granddaughter skipped beside her matriarch who slid a hand down her rump, a soft fingering squeeze beneath the tail exciting the teen who was drunk on lust.  She was the easiest one to turn, the first domino in a line that Dalmissa would set up, for the great fall of Vantelrass.

Over the next month, the empress arranged all of her husband's affairs with the help of her son and servants.  The emperor-to-be had his coronation, a marvellous affair with his father's silken robe of shimmering quartz, resembling a beautiful mossy gown that made him shine like a god.
The royal throne was the same place his father had been buried, the chapel-cavern where glass trumpets sang with joy between tinsel-wreathed stalagmites.  The family all attended, Dalmissa placing the ceremonial headdress upon him, a jewel-encrusted keffiyeh that draped down his neck, with diamond shapes woven through.
From this point, Kunsar was now Kirgess VI, honouring his father, which only made his mother more proud as noted by the press.  But her reasons were different from what they expected, as she watched the new emperor perform all of his appointed duties.  This left his wife terribly alone, finding her own duties to perform, such as managing the royal stables.
This was where Dalmissa joined her, along with her head servant Jeks and the stablehands attending.  In stone-carved stalls, the sounds of a ghastly whinnying echoed through the barn, where three non-serpent dragons brushed down the Lerches, large shaggy horses as big as a rhinoceros.  Their four white eyes and fat elephantine legs, gave them a haunting look as they nuzzled the servants, a shivering hiss from their warm touch.
	"Which one are you taking today?" asked the matriarch.
	"What else WOULD I take?!" barked Ulsteenya.  "No beast is deserving enough to be straddled by me, than my beloved Sterkoss!"
	"Is that what you call my son?"
	"HAH, well he is a fine stallion!"
The two ladies laughed, Jeks tightening his smile as he walked beside them, his four-legged body shorter and stockier compared to the noble serpents that stretched behind.  The daughter-in-law had thicker muscle than the family, her body like a black mamba with a tight dress and armoured vest, a barbarian with pride.
Her stallion resembled a giant pale kelpie dressed in crimson, who made a strange breathy cackle at his mistress' approach, nuzzling her hand with swamp-ridden eyes staring at the drake.  From a cooler she offered a chunk of meat, the beast opening its jaws with a long writhing tongue that snatched it from her hands, and chomped with juicy dribble.
	"You like that hmm?" Ulsteenya patted him.  "Big, beautiful boy, biggest bastard of the land!"
	"A magnificent steed," Jeks bowed, "his fine breeding is a testament to your skill and empathic resonance."
	"Hah, thank ye Jeks, you want to feed him too?"
The head servant strolled up and took a meat chunk to give.  Sterkoss sniffed his hand, politely using his tongue to snatch the food and munch with glee.  Both dragons petted his mane, rugged and damp with the smell of seaweed.
	"I have to wonder," said Dalmissa joining them, "whether my son caught a wife, or you caught a husband."
	"What do you think?" the in-law grinned back at her.  "You ken him better than me."
	"I know he loves you deeply, despite it being an arranged marriage, he is besotted with you to bits."
	"Sometimes it works!  There's ne'er been a girl in my family who had a disappointing husband, my clan are much more critical of partners."
	"Ohhh yes," the pale empress rubbed her chin, "I recall Kunsy telling me some stories of the wild blue yonder."
	"It was exhilarating," Jeks sighed looking up, "Lady Ulsteenya's clan were remarkable, their techniques for capturing beasts so crude yet effective, and their hospitality was second-to-none.  Whether it is by their distant royal creed, or the rugged elements shaping them anew, I found their cliffside castles more accommodating than even the Grand Staf."
	"But you love the Grand Staf!"
	"He loved our forts even more!" Ulsteenya grabbed the servant in a headlock.  "Even the yurts we use for camping he loved, Jeks beat my father in a drinking contest!"
	"Wh-what?!" Dalmissa chortled leaning against the wall.  "NO, you didn't, not straight-laced Jeks!"
	"A-a matter of pride, marm!" The red dragon stood up straightening his shirt.  "Sir Krekulssa did not believe that the Vantelrasss family could stomach their liquor.  I performed my duties as a diplomat."
	"You certainly did!" the black serpent nudged him.  "Father said you'd have made a better mate than Kunsar!"
	"Aha, hah, perhaps he...haaah.  You truly embody the greatness of your father, my lady."
Dalmissa saw the look he gave her, when Ulsteenya tended to her beast.  A longing gaze when his eyes trickled down to her waist, a soft biting of the lip at her rich ebony rump.  He turned to feel his matriarch's gaze, a knowing nod between them as the servant pulled out a bottle of wine.
	"Would madam care for a refreshing beverage?" he said.  "A rider must be fluid like wine."
	"Hahaaah, awww you remembered!" she took the whole bottle.  "Thank ye kindly Jeks, you always were a sweet one."
	"You are too kind, madame Ulsteenya."
	"Much fancier than we get," she rolled it between her hands, "where you find this?"
	"Our vineyard in Meserrah," said Dalmissa pulling out a flask, "I know you prefer to drink straight from the tap."
	"Hah, your husband hated when I did, the things he could have called me!"
	"I almost thought you would have broke his composure, when he saw you the first time, guzzling it down like a champion, OH!  He ranted about it in bed for a month!"
	"Well I didn't arrange the marriage, did I?"  Ulsteenya licked her fangs.  "What was it he said, keep the bloodline strong and mixed?"
	"Strong and unsullied," Dalmissa sipped from her flask, "like the best of wine."
The daughter-in-law uncorked the bottle, gulping back a third with a shiver of glee before putting it in her saddle-bag.  She hoisted herself on the lerch's back, the white stallion-rhino straightening up at his mistress' body lying across his spine, her back legs close to the rump and her front legs near the shoulders where she grabbed the reins.  The saddle resembled a curved chaise-longue, a raised side helping the serpentine riders keep straight, as Dalmissa and Jeks joined her with two other steeds.
A Lerch's natural home was the swamp, their enormous legs able to push through turgid water with ease, which made them exceptionally fast on the plains.  Thundering steps filled their ears, the hairy horses galumphing over the hills of the mountain plateau.
The Royal Estate of Vantelrass was truly blessed to have 19 acres of a grand open field in the mountains, a blessed clearing with glaciers surrounding them.  High stony walls ensured no accidents or fleeing lerch, but there were caverns where one could retreat for a spell.
Dalmissa watched her new progeny steer her mount with ease, the crunching trample of heavy feet as she pulled Sterkoss in a winding circle.  Sometimes she would dare the others in a race, charging across the field with the rest of the wine as the prize.  Of course, Ulsteenya won, even if Dalmissa and Jeks hadn't lagged on purpose, the wind bristling through their scales.
	"CHAMPION OF THE FIELD!" she roared pumping her fist.  "Rest assured, the lands of Vantelrass are in good hands!"
	"Well done!" Dalmissa clapped.  "Shall we rest over in the summer cavern?"
	"Aye, need to parch my thirst!"  Ulsteenya gulped more from her wine.  "Victories always do that to me."
	"Shall I prepare another bottle?" Jeks brought a second one out.
	"HAHA, ohhh Jeks, you're a drake after my own heart!"
	"I always ensure to make you feel part of the family, my dear madam."
	"Maybe you shou-...nnngh...hoo, uhh-"
	"Ulsteenya?" the white matriarch trotted close.  "Are you alright?"
	"Just a...mmm, my head's starting to swim."  She wobbled on her steed.  "Good time to rest in that cave, aye?"
	"I shall assist you, madam."
Taking the black dragon towards a small nook in the mountain wall, they helped her off her steed who sniffed curious at her condition.  Ulsteenya slumped against the rock wall, her head feeling warm and her legs twitching with an odd burn as Jeks sat down close.
	"Any blurring of vision?" he asked pulling out a cloth.
	"N-no," she shook her head, "just really warm, is it a fever?"
	"Possibly, have you suffered any injuries lately?"
	"Pffft, you ken who you're asking?  You can't work around a lerch and not get hit."
	"Mayhaps an infection," the servant daubed her head, "Your Highness, forgive me for asking, but I must attend to her here, we should call for a doctor."
	"I understand," Dalmissa nodded with a wink, "I will let them know, you just stay here."
	"Aye, s-sorry," Ulsteenya slumped, "I'll be fine, it's nothing, takes more than a sweaty scalp to knock down a Yeskuma!"
	"Hmhm, of course."
The matriarch would gallop off, but only far enough to sound like she had left.  Jeks continued to treat her, padding her forehead with the cold damp cloth and easing up against her side.  Their lerches ignored them, shadows chewing grass at the cave entrance.
	"Hah, now this feels familiar," Ulsteenya paddled through the cave, "much as I love the manor, nothing makes me feel safer than solid rock."
	"Reflecting your clan's magnificent stature," said Jeks still rubbing her head, "and yet, it is not so difficult to imagine your family's great lineage, descending from the heavens much as our dear departed king."
	"Hahah, birthright of kings and all that, aye?  Mmmm...Kunsar'll make a good king."
	"You love him dearly, yes?"
	"Oh aye," the black dragon patted him, "don't worry, I know Her Highness wasn't exactly so chipper about her marriage, but it's different for me and Kunsar.  We didn't marry for convenience, that was the bonus!"
	"He is a remarkable sire," the servant bowed, "a strapping, worthy successor to his father."
	"Mmmm...aye," her eyes roved down to his legs, "you folks in Chenarr seem quite sturdy for being island folk."
	"We are more robust than you would suspect," Jeks grinned spreading them slightly, "having heard many a night from your room."
	"You have?  Heard what?"
Something twitched in her body, a strange loosening of the mind as her eyes blurred and her tongue became dry.  The red dragon kept watch, his legs crossed and eyes staring at her loosening dress, a slithering ripple to expose her luscious ebony belly beneath the armoured vest.  He started to lick his lips at the pink slit puffing between her legs, her slender body writhing as her fingers reached down to her thighs.
	"Madame?" the servant leaned in.  "Are you feeling worse?"
	"I...I-i don't know, it," Ulsteenya rubbed her chest, "something's burning, it's, I'm sorry but something's NEEDING in me."
	"Needing, in you?"
	"I-i...I feel, oh this is stupid, my parts are f-flaring, ohhh!"
	"Truly?" Jeks gasped with hand on heart.  "Oh dear, this is terrible, almost certainly Estrukka!"
	"Es-what?!" she pulled her legs close.  "Is it bad?!"
	"No no, tis an unusual and rather embarrassing infection.  There is an exemption in our culture where, if one is affected by the Estrukka, one must treat the drake affected as if they were a lerch in heat."
	"A lerch in...heat?!  What does that mean, ohhh I hate being sick, I can't just punch the disease out of me, this is UGH!"
	"Now now, there is a cure!" the red dragon waved his hand.  "But, it requires a rather...particular method, one I must apologise in advance."
He leaned in close to whisper something in her ear.  The future empress widened her eyes in shock, a mix of confusion and outrage twisting her snout.
	"Are you...serious?!"
	"Would I lie to you, Your Highness?" Jeks bowed severe.  "I understand this is most embarrassing, but if we do not treat it now, it could be far more humiliating in a public space, it can drive you mad without check."
	"And you say...we, the two of us," she motioned between them. "even though I'm wedded to your new king?"
	"You know I would preserve your dignity at all costs, whatever I must do to follow the will of this family, I shall perform it."
	"But it...but...NNNGH!" Ulsteenya bucked with a gushing spurt.  "AHHH, wh-what, this-ohhhh GODS I need it so much, I can't control it!"
	"I apologise, Your Highness," Jeks rubbed her arm, "allow me to heal your affliction, please.  Not one word shall come from me of this."
	"...if it was anyone else in this family I wouldn't."  She spread open her legs.  "But I like you Jeks...you're a good creature, your wit's always sharp, your kindness unerring, and...a-and...ahhh, it wounds me someone like you was born outside nobility."
	"It wounds me in turn, madame."  The servant stroked down her thigh.  "I shall aid you in this trying time...but I will follow your lead."
	"Thank you...just...don't...don't-"
	"Breed you?" he grasped one of her front limbs.  "I will not do so, unless you beg me to.  As I said before, I shall follow the will of this family."
	"Haaah...alright."
She nodded desperate as he sat up on his hind legs.  Jeks had been waiting for this moment, since he first laid eyes upon her, that wondrous future queen so far beyond his reach.  He thanked Dalmissa silently for this gift, their plan unfolding as he groped Ulsteenya's belly.  The black wyrm shuddered with a cringing face, her pussy twitching as her hand slipped between her loins.
She had never felt this heat before, unbridled lust forming a dark mist, her fingers rubbing along the lips to feel them shiver with a squirt.  The servant shuffled closer, his claws tickling down her belly as his slit began to spread between his back legs.
Such a difference from her usual bravado, the cliff-bound warrior who wrestled lerches was now timid in his grasp.  The servant chuckled at his new power, sliding one hand down to her crotch and fingering her clit.
	"A-AAAH!"
	"It's alright," Jeks whispered, "let me help you."
	"Ohhh, Jeks...f-fuck."
	"Let your body speak...I will sate you here and now."
	"M-mmmph, aaaah!  G-gods, just, don't stop, please!"
Her own hand sneaked across his thigh to fiddle with his kilt, a sprouting bud with a throbbing mast responding to her touch.  She grabbed his dick with a slow pump, the butler moaning in surprise at her lithe, strong fingers finding his most sensitive parts.
Jeks was startled by her dexterity, his pre shooting out quick to spill over her claws of sharp, glossy onyx.  She started laughing, her nerves untangling with a small relief at the servant's delight, as he thrust shamelessly in her paw.  In turn Ulsteenya let him go deeper, fingering between her lips and tickling the moist walls.
	"M-MMMPH!  Haaah!"
	"M-my, my lady...you are very talented."
	"Hahah, well, Kunsar let me practice a lot, and...I had lessons from my mother."
	"Sh-she is a VERY good tutor, ohhh!  OHHH, my lady!"
It was the greatest test of his life to not cum from her exceptional fingers.  Strong with a swollen base, it pumped more pre against his belly, whilst he fingered her deeper, their mouths reaching closer with each breath they took.  Ulsteenya panted on his cheek, trying to slip past and pull him close in a frantic hug.
But Jeks took the bait, and plunged his tongue deep in her throat.  Shock rattled through her, but a curling finger plucking her walls made her whimper down his neck, a gasping squeal that he swallowed when their tongues wrestled in desperate lust.  Thoughts disappeared in a brazen mire, their eyes closed with twisting tongues trying to pull apart, popping salival strands with each heavy smooch.
	"H-haaah, J-jeks, no!"
	"Mmmh, m-my...my lady, please!"
	"B-but you, no, this...t-t-too much, s-servant, ahh!"
She grabbed his head and slobbered deep inside his cheeks, her hunger too great as the red dragon used all his might to not just fuck her there and then.  Instead, she would do it for him, the daughter-in-law climbing on his lap and pinning him to the wall with her larger python body.  She slammed her cunt deep on his shaft, a shuddering groan as she rode the servant hard, her long tongue hanging before him as the meaty slaps of their bodies grew.
Sputtering thicker shots, Jeks would stain her royal walls as they continued to kiss, a rabid passion swarming their bodies, their hearts burning as their chests beat thicker against each other.  Trickling drool went down their lips, a soft silver strand stickying their necks, webs forming every time they parted.
Ulsteenya's other lips smooched and clenched on Jeks' shaft, sucking him off into her depths, until she almost imagined his cock kissing her womb.  A growing shock filled the back of her mind, a terrible guilt as she hammered her hips.  Her body undulated like the sea, her mumbling bliss running down Jeks' throat, half-apologies and whispering demands as he hugged her tight.  Then he shoved to the hilt, shooting up inside and filling her to the brim.
	"AAAAH, A-AAAAH, JEEEKS!"
	"OHHHH, ULSTEENYAAA!"
After all his years of servitude, he had found his reward at last.  How he dreamed of fucking a noble, but even more he had dreamed of taking Ulsteenya the moment he met her.  But never did he imagine a noble whoring herself like this, a sopping mess with ragged hair and a pink curtain jizzing on his thighs.  Her body went into an S-shape, her black scales shining with seed as Jeks flooded her walls, and slumped back with arms wrapped round her.
	"Haaaah...a-aaaaah...ohhh gods," she shivered, "what...wh-what have I done?"
	"My...my lady," Jeks stared up towards her, "I do not know what to say."
	"You...y-you promised you wouldn't, you...y-you defiled me."
	"Did I?"  His stare suddenly hardened.  "I said I would not force you, rather you had forced yourself on me."
	"You..." she reeled back her head, "you would speak to me like that?!"
	"I am stating the truth, Your Highness.  It is regrettable that I have bred you, but it was your choice."
	"I-i was SICK, unwell, my head was diseased!"
	"And yet, my seed pours from your belly."  His hand slipped down to rub her thigh.  "I only offered to cure you of your needs, not breed you.  That was your decision."
Ulsteenya trembled with fear, her heart fluttering as she clasped her face.  A flood of tears broke from her, which saddened Jeks as he patted her cheek.
	"No, N-NOOO NOOO I-i, I didn't, OHH JEKS I did not mean this to happen, I-...oh gods, what will Kunsar say, what...on the month he takes the crown even, this is-"
	"I will never tell him."
His voice broke through her thoughts as she peeked out between her claws, his smile oddly serene and still so trusting.
	"Without being too concise," he continued, "I have had to deal with many incidents in this family, and preserve its face in arduous times.  As one of the Vantelrass dynasty now, I shall protect your secrets, and not one of them will flow from my lips."
	"Are you...are you sure?" she whispered in hope.  "Can you promise me that?"
	"Nothing will be heard from me."  The red dragon put a hand on heart.  "Whatever may come from your womb, I shall aid you in secret."
	"Ohhh...thank you."  She kissed his forehead.  "You are a good friend, I trust you as much as my lerch."
	"I am honoured to hear that, madame.  Now, there is a small bathing pool further in, to help wash off the scent."
He helped her undress and travel further to the cave's rear where they could bathe themselves.  The lerches kept eating, oblivious to their lust, eyes hollow and ears twitching, whilst Dalmissa peeked from the entrance.  In her hand was a small pouch of seeds, and a third bottle of wine she had tipped them into, no longer needed as she walked away.

Two more months had passed since Ulsteenya's affair.  The coronation had gone smoothly, her smile plastic in joy at Kunsar's ascension to the title of Kirgess VI.  A few last bills were ushered into law, small grievances and clarifications too dull to explain, as grand viziers wandered through the office of royalty.
Once the immediate affairs were settled, Dalmissa brought her family to the grand outdoor patio at the back of the manor.  On a cool summer afternoon, the soft breeze whistling through the mountain plain, Ulsteenya was teaching her children how to handle the lerches.
	"Now you rub the wattle here," she stroked under the neck, "pat it down like this, but only after they did something you like, reinforces good behaviour."
	"OH, like when I get a biscuit after good grades," her son grinned.
	"Biscuits, what are you, five?" his sister nudged him.
	"I like biscuits, who doesn't?!"
	"You're a prince, you should be eating fancy lobsters!"
	"Well I like those too, but that's for dinner."
	"Hahaha," the new empress patted them, "alright, which of you want to ride Sterkoss first?"
	"ME!" cried Triska.  "Lemme ride him!"
Helping her daughter on the saddle, she guided her mount with a gentle trot around the garden, the trampling shudder of his giant feet causing the grass to flatten in brief shockwaves.  On the patio deck was Kunsar and Dalmissa, along with Jeks and a few other stock-bodied servants attending, standing prim like guard dogs, whilst the nobles languished in long chairs like sunning vipers.
	"So," the new emperor began, "what did you want to talk about?"
	"Well it's a family thing," said his mother tenting hands, "I wanted to let things quiet down before we start discussing...your father."
	"I thought his will-reading was done."
	"Not that, there's other extenuating duties, off the record."
	"I...did you know about this, Jeks?"
	"I did, Your Majesty," the red dragon bowed, "your mother stressed that we wait for the right time, and unfortunately it involves all the family."
	"I see..." Kunsar gazed towards his daughter, laughing as she bounced in the saddle.  "I wonder what my third child will be like, such a surprise when she told me!"
	"Why would that be?" Dalmissa grinned wickedly.  "She was certainy looking flush two months back, I hope you treated her right."
	"Well, o-of course I did, I was just surprised when she was very sudden on me in bed.  Something about lerch riding always excites her."
	"I have read it does wonders for the constitution, especially in ladies, helps lubricate the joints-"
	"Please never say lubricate again," he cringed with a smirk.
	"GERVISS, YOUR TURN!" Ulsteenya beckoned him over.
	"Ummm, can I just watch?" the son fiddled with his claws.
	"Sterkoss has guarded me since I was your age, you can trust him.  You trust me, right?"
	"Mmm...mmhmm."
Bashful as he was, Gerviss hugged his mother before Triska slipped off the pale lerch to let him on.  He struggled with a fumbling grip, his back legs never sure which side to rest on with Ulsteenya straightening him out.  The daughter giggled at the huge swinging length beneath the beast, a floppy hose that was half-erect and thicker than her arm, wobbling around in his brief canter.
The shale-grey son started laughing, the weight and strength of the creature beneath him making him tremble with nervous glee.  Sterkoss was patient, shifting his body slightly to help his rider readjust.  Following his master, he trotted over to the veranda where Ulsteenya waited, the daughter scrabbling around to watch that fat hanging dick.
	"Triska!" her father clapped.  "Stop that, that's disturbing."
	"I was just," she stammered, "learning about animals, like Gerviss does!"
	"I know for a fact you hate to read, you cannot fool me."
	"That's not true, I read...stuff!"
	"Alright children, come come, grandmother has something important to share."
	"Yes father."  Gerviss tried to slip off the saddle.  "U-uhh, how do I-"
	"Come here," Ulsteenya lifted him off, "it takes a bit of practice."
They all sat in different chairs, Sterkoss awaiting nearby like a soldier at rest.  Jeks stood on all fours beside the king, a smile unseen towards Dalmissa who sat up proper.
	"As you recall," she began, "my husband was beloved by the nation, despite his strict demeanour.  My marriage to him was not always happy, nor was it wanted.  Unlike that of Kunsar and Ulsteenya, who are fortunate to love each other, my arranged marriage never left me felling fulfilled."
	"M-mother?" Her son stiffened.  "What, what has brought this on?"
	"Did you not like granddad?" asked Triska leaning in.  "Weren't you like, married for years?"
	"Yes, dear," the matriarch nodded, "but your grandfather and I were different to your mother and father.  Kirgy demanded things of me, stripped me of my family's culture, wouldn't let me sing songs of the homeland in his presence, or speak my mother tongue.  I only speak up now because I am no longer the empress, and after this, the Vantelrass dynasty won't matter."
	"Won't, matter?" Ulsteenya rubbed her arm.  "Dalmissa, I...I mean your husband and I always butted heads but I didn't realise you felt so-"
	"Impotent?" she rubbed her hands.  "Captive in his damnable legacy where only the richest stock survived?  I wasn't even chosen out of love, or money, but my womb was said to be the most productive."
	"Wh-what?!" the daughter-in-law covered her children's ears.
	"Quality over quantity...hence our son."  Dalmissa smiled to him.  "A perfect successor, strong, bold, dutiful...but I did my best to give him kindness and humility.  Lots of humility."
She licked her lips as she said this, causing Kunsar to blush and turn away.  The children looked confused, shrugging at each other whilst Sterkoss stiffened at their tension.
	"I want to repay my husband," the matriarch rubbed her crimson ring, "for all the years of mental imprisonment, the long wretched nights that I was either a trophy, or a breeding sow to him.  All because he believed in the strength of his bloodline, this wretched sodding house that he embodied, he envisioned as the future of a great nation.  Well...I think that future's about to change."
Dalmissa pulled herself up and slithered over to her son.  Without even asking, she kissed him on the lips, surprising his wife and children.
	"Wh-what, mother!" Kunsar pushed her back.  "What are you doing?!"
	"Disobeying your father.  I'm putting this family where it belongs, and you're all going to help me."
	"Where it belongs?" Gerviss scratched his head.  "Why are you kissing father like that?"
	"Well, sweetie," the grandmother stroked her son's chest, "I want to upset your grandfather's memory, by turning us all into the most depraved of prostitutes."
	"M-MOTHER!" Kunsar shot up out his seat.  "What's gotten into you?!"
	"Maybe you should cut back on the wine," Ulsteenya grimaced, shaking her head, "saying such things in front of my children, how dare you!"
	"How dare I."  Dalmissa swivelled to the daughter-in-law.  "Funny words from the mother-to-be, do you know whose it is?"
	"Wh-...what?"
	"I asked...do you know, WHOSE it is?"
	"It...i-it's your son's, o-obviously!"
	"So it wasn't conceived in a cave somewhere, after riding your lerch out to nowhere?"
	"WHA...h-how-"
	"I hope you washed your clothes afterwards...as well as your special other."
	"Are you, h-how DARE YOU!" Kunsar thrust his head forth like an asp.  "My wife would never, sh-she would never, this is slander!"
	"Ask her then," Dalmissa gestured, "ask her the truth."
	"I do not have to, I KNOW she would never-"
But it was too late.  He caught his wife's look of trembling shame, a horrid fear as she clutched herself causing her armoured vest to rattle.  The children were getting upset, pulling back against their seats as Jeks walked over and offered some candy from his vest-pockets to calm them.
	"Ulsteenya?" Kunsar gasped.  "What's wrong, why are you shaking?"
	"I...i-it's just awfully cold," she shivered with panicked grin, "might be coming down with something, morning sickness!"
	"No...no, your eyes say something different, Ulsteenya is...please, tell me my mother is lying."
	"She...sh-she is...ohhh gods I'm so sorry!" the wife clutched her face.  "Kunsy please, p-please understand, i-it was an infection, I, I-i was like a lerch in heat-"
	"You...no."  He shook his head reeling back.  "Ulsteenya are you...a-a-are you-...NOOO!"
	"Not even of our blood," Dalmissa rubbed her chin, "and still she falls.  Why preserve the dignity of this family, when it cannot even do so already?"
	"How could you?!" Kunsar snapped at Ulsteenya.  "HOW, a-after everything, half our lives, did I...did I not give you enough!?  Did I not help provide two beautiful children?!"
	"I STILL LOVE YOU!" she screamed grabbing his chair.  "I ALWAYS DO, please don't think it was a choice, I-i-i, I was sick, my head was, I'm not lying!"
	"WHO?!  Who was it?!"
The in-law looked to Jeks, a brief instinctive look that her husband caught.  In that moment, seeing the red dragon offering sweets to his children with a charming smile, suddenly seized Kunsar with a fresh wave of anger.  Before he could march over and claw at his servant's face, a white hand gripped his own.
	"Now now," Dalmissa tutted, "you'll have plenty time to debase yourself without attacking Uncle Jeks."
	"You KNEW?!" Kunsar shouted.
	"Well yes," the grandmother pulled him back, "now here's what's going to happen.  Ulsteenya, you have done a terrible thing, and need to show your children how much you still love them."
	"Yes," she bowed deeply, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry please, don't blame Jeks for this."
	"I never spoke a word," the butler put up his hand, "I kept my promise, Her Highness found out by her own means."
	"Exactly," Dalmissa nodded, "children, do you remember the special games I taught you?"
	"Mmmm, yeah?" Gerviss nibbled on a cookie.  "I thought you said not to tell anyone."
	"Well the time is now.  Your mother should learn it too, help her understand how important family is."
	"Mmmm, really?" Triska stood up dusting her claws.  "Seems weird to do it with mother."
	"You did it with me, didn't you?"
Dalmissa winked giving the grand-daughter some zest, a blushing grin from the shale drake who skipped over to her mother and took her hand.  Gerviss was nudged towards her too, the father left confused and stiff with anger, his back sharp like a bolt of lightning.  His eyes burned through Jeks, who simply smiled dusting his sleeves.
	"I shall deal with you later," said the prince, "this...defilement, of my wife, YOUR EMPRESS, will not be left unpunished!"
	"Are you certain about that?" said the butler stepping close.  "Was it not your father who said, that the face must stand stern, even when the body fails?"
	"DON'T YOU QUOTE MY FATHER, how dare you speak back to me!"
	"Sir...Kunsar.  Little boy Kunsar that I have bathed as a hatchling, this family is about to change."
	"Indeed," Dalmissa slithered beside them, "I think you two should make up, play nicely for your new child, and the future of your legacy."
	"HE defiled my wife!" the jade serpent snapped.
	"Oh that is hardly the worst thing to happen to our family, do you know what your father did to ME?!"
	"THIS IS NOT, ABOUT, YOU!"
	"YOU WERE HAPPY ENOUGH REPLACING YOUR FATHER IN MY BED!"
Kunsar stiffened with a violent jolt, the servants nearby keeping well out of view but struggling to hide their gasps.  Gerviss and Triska did not enjoy the shouting match, having learned a few years ago to tune out anything the grown-ups discussed.

Ulsteenya was burning red in her black cheeks, pulling the two close with her feral claws as they climbed up on her seat.  She smiled at their comfort, their sprightly innocence for despite just entering puberty, they still had their childish ways, that odd smirk between each other as they felt over their mother's chest.  But then she heard Dalmissa's outburst, looking straight at her husband.
	"What does she mean 'in my bed'?!"
	"NOTHING!" he shouted.  "Just, we'll talk later!"
	"Ohhhh Kunsy," the matriarch tickled his chin, "did you not tell your dear wife of the moments we had to cure my loneliness?"
	"That was PRIVATE, I was helping you because you-"
	"Was sick, correct.  Not so different from your wife, I can see why you love each other."
	"Th-that, that," Kunsar's head swivelled back and forth, "th-th-that was different, what we do, is nothing to do with anyone else, I-i only do that because of your needs, I know, I KNOW THAT FATHER WAS NOT THE BEST HUSBAND!  I admit he was a damned fool stuck in old ways, I am TRYING to fix things, and you are just dragging all of our secrets out to wither in the sun!"
	"I am not," his mother jabbed his snout, "I am proving to your father that his legacy will never happen, despite how much he groomed you.  From the moment you were born, I made certain you would never become him, even if you took his title."
	"Wait, papa!" Triska's head shot up with a grin.  "Does that mean you and grandma do the same games she does with us?!"
	"Wh-WHAT?!" Ulsteenya gasped.  "What do you mean?!"
	"OH, the games we're gonna do with you, grandma said we should!"
	"What...games, exactly?"
The two children grinned, their dark shale faces glinting as they clambered on top of their mother.  Her soft-steel cuirass clinked under their claws, as Triska made the first move to kiss her on the lips.  Her shock was palpable, a sharp breath before Gerviss joined in, his claws slipping along her neck.
	"Ch-chil, CHILDREN, no!"
	"Children YES!" Dalmissa snapped her fingers.  "As for you, my dear son, you and Jeks are going to make up."
	"THIS IS MADNESS!" Kunsar tried to push her away.  "You lure me into your bed, you trick my children, is there no level you will not stoop beneath?!"
	"Not yet...Jeks, enjoy him."
	"Yes, Your Highness."
The red dragon groped the prince's back, causing Kunsar to arch and spin round with a stammering swipe.  Dalmissa however stopped him once more, forcing him down onto the chair as her eyes burned with furious lust.
	"Why do you fight this, my son?  Did your moans mean nothing, when you entered my old womb?  Did your cries of passion ring hollow, when I swallowed your seed?"
	"N-no...haaah!"
	"What difference does it make if your wife gives your children the same, you would be a hypocrite otherwise.  And much as you may decry your new child's parentage, you should be happy that we are all still one family.  A family, that I will ensure remains only in joy, through our deepest desires."
	"But...m-my children," gasped Kunsar beneath her, "you...why did you teach them this?"
	"Because they will soon forget their legacy...and that, will be my revenge against your father."
Her smile was so different to the one he had known.  Gone was her kind, radiant patience, but now a face of rabid hunger as she slipped her claws down to finger his slit.  Kunsar tried to push her away, but Jeks grabbed his front legs and pinned him proper, letting the former empress molest her son.
Ulsteenya was agasp at her husband and mother-in-law, the old matriarch's fingers caressing his body in all the right ways to make him shudder and turn hard, much faster than she could get him.  A mother's touch was far more powerful, her sinister claws sneaking into the slit and digging out his cock.
But her children were even more distracting, Gerviss slipping his tongue into her maw, whilst Triska peeled off the armoured plate to stroke down her mother's chest.  With tears in her eyes from her secret exposed, she struggled to pull back from her son's eager lips.
	"G-gerviss, stop!"
	"But, huh?" he licked across her teeth.  "What's wrong?"
	"This isn't, you don't do this with family!"
	"Grandma does this with us."
	"Yeah, is she wrong?" Triska leaned up to her.  "She was saying stuff that made you blush, and I seen my brother blush plenty times to know when he gets called out!"
	"H-hey!" Gerviss sneered.  "Don't have to be like that."
	"Children, please!" Ulsteenya put up her hands.  "Parents do not consort with their children like this-"
	"But, father does, grandma just said-"
	"Oh my gods, just...f-fine, fine, if you want to do this, then...we will."
She spread herself out on the chaise and let her children molest her, exhausted from the family drama, combined with her own welling guilt and a strange seething envy at her husband.  The black dragon pulled her son up close, and smooched Gerviss with a slow opening tongue.  The boy shivered happily, a reddening blush on his grey cheeks whilst his sister kissed along Ulsteenya's cheek.
The young drakes shared her lips, swapping mouths back and forth, moaning ripples of taboo excitement as she felt their hearts beating  faster.  She was disturbed by how good they were at kissing, knowing all the right ways to swirl around the cheeks and lick across the back of the teeth, slipping across the back and curling from the palate.
	"Mmmm...ohhh, ch-children you," she gasped, "that's very good."
	"Thanks," Gerviss panted licking her lips, "I love you a lot, I...I want to make you happy, mother."
	"I just like smooching," Triska giggled, "feels really fun...and all the other stuff grandma taught us."
	"Like what?" Ulsteenya straightened her back.  "Your grandmother seems to be very open, about her teaching."
	"Oh she is, she taught us lotsa things, you wanna see?!"
	"Well, alright then...just, be gentle-a-a-aaAAAH!"
This was what she feared, feeling her daughter's hand slip down to her slitted pussy.  A trembling ache made her clench on Triska's fingers, whilst Gerviss stroked her mother's naked belly, helping his sister fondle the scaly pussy.  He wasn't as eager as Triska, unused to the odd heat of a moist twitching cunt as Ulsteenya moaned from their fingers.
Her back arched in little spasms, undulating like the black waves of the eastern shore, panting as she watched the pubescent drakes fiddle away.  Their claws hooked into her most sensitive folds, amateur but not unskilled at pleasuring a pussy as they took one side each.  Gerviss and Triska even started to kiss each other, teasing their mother who was both concerned, and even more aroused than before, judging by the dripping on their fingers.
	"Wh-what the-ULSTEENYA!" she looked up to see Kunsar's face agasp.  "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ALLOWING THIS?!"
	"Well...YES!" the wife shot back at him.  "You call my infidelity first, after the years you spent laying with your mother?!"
	"THAT IS NOT THE SAME!"
	"IS SHE YOUR WIFE?!"
	"I am most certainly not," Dalmissa gripped her son's shoulder, "a boy's best friend is always his mother."
	"S-STOP, STOP IT!" he slithered fast from her grip.  "Ulsteenya, please, believe me I, I-i-"
	"Didn't mean to?" the in-law huffed spreading her back legs further.  "So it is fine for you then!"
	"You are letting our CHILDREN-"
	"SAYS the one who breeds his mother, you have NO RIGHT!  Children!  Show me what else you learned from your licentious grandmother."
	"Uhhh, what's licentious?" muttered Triska looking up.
	"One who is sexually unrestrained," Jeks bowed nearby.
	"YOU be quiet!" the jade king pointed at him.  "You started all this!"
	"If I may, Kunsar, your dalliance with your mother began long before you wedded Ulsteenya...of which I was so very glad to embrace her womb."
	"YOU...FILTHY CUR, I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!"
	"I already had your wife's," the servant smirked, "you can do naught to harm me now, unless you wish to keep this family sacred to the public."
	"He is right, Kunsy," the mother stroked her son's back, "now, you're going to make up with Jeks, and I am going to have a little fun spitting on your father's memory."
	"You will do no such thing!"
	"Watch me."

Dalmissa strolled over towards Sterkoss, the lerch who stood proud and waiting by the veranda who had become slowly more aroused by the scent of his master.  Ulsteenya was watching her children demonstrate what else they had learned, with Triska helping her brother guide his cock into their mother.  She stroked him off to keep him hard, then with a push of his hips, shoved right inside the womb he came from.
	"AHH!  O-OHHH, G-GERVISS!"
	"MMMMPH!  M-mother!"
	"Wow," Triska grinned, "wish I was a boy, I'd love to feel that from the other side."
	"Y-you...ohh, gods have you two?" Ulsteenya clenched her seat.
	"Oh yeah, we mated each other!  It's fun!"
	"G-grandmother said it helped," the son panted, "said it was to...b-build sibling love."
	"That...ohhh you, OHHH, Gerviss you sweet boy, h-how does this feel so good!?"
A torpid lust seethed through his mind as he grabbed his mother's belly and started thrusting, his serpentine back rippling like hers in his first proper fuck.  Triska aided by kissing her mother, heating her up with a terrible incestuous tongue.  Tasting her own daughter was a strange feeling, like the wrong type of salt on a meal.  But it still tasted delicious in ways she had never expected.
Kunsar tried to stop this, but Jeks grappled him in a sudden headlock, pinning the prince to the other chaise longue and soon mounting on top of him.  The more he struggled, the harder the servant gripped, almost twisting his arm as the green serpent bucked and writhed in frantic throes.
	"J-JEKS, NO!"
	"Remember what your mother said," the servant rasped, "I am all that stands between you and your family's public ruination.  Now you are going to be a good little king, and for once in your life, serve someone proper."
	"You...wretched bastard, you think I'll forgive you for this?!"
	"One day you will.  Should anything happen to me, I have instructed the servants to take measures to publicly denounce you, and your disgusting incestuous affairs.  Now, do you want to still remain king, or be the harlot who fucks his mother?"
Tears came to the emperor's eyes, his struggles soon subsiding as he watched his son fuck his wife.  In the space of an hour, his hope had been shattered, his beloved Ulsteenya debasing herself twice, his children joining her in a slow descent, and his mother currently on her knees grabbing the lerch's bollocks.
The matriarch in white grasped the beastly balls that were the size of her head, dark immense orbs that shuddered warm in her grip.  Then there was his shaft, a swollen caber turning thick when her fingers ran down his length, throbbing veins of a luscious dark pink.
	"Hello there big boy," she chuckled, "you're about to make me a VERY happy lady."
	"M-mother, are you?!" gasped her son.
	"Don't worry, Sterkoss is MUCH better at making me happy than your father ever could."
	"This...this can't be happening, this has to be a...a-a dream, some kind of-"
	"Hush, little prince," Jeks stroked his neck, "this is the fate of the Vantelrass Dynasty, your father's legacy undone at last."
	"You, you hated him too?!"
	"Immensely.  Your mother and I shall soon realise our dream, and you will either join us, or be forced to.  You're already damned from soiling your mother's womb, what's the worst that could happen if you just accept?"
As the servant laid on top of him, thrusting his hips against the emerald hind, Kunsar felt something prodding beneath his tail.  His back stiffened up, the hackles of his spine arching to a brief omega-shape as Jeks wrapped his claws round the slender middle.
His Majesty felt the tender lick of his servant's tongue, dragging over his neck with soft peppering kisses.  Kunsar cringed and tried to pull away, but Jeks was much stronger than he wanted to admit, his stocky lower-caste muscles flexing against the noble's elegance.  The claws of the servant slipped up to Kunsar's triceps, mounting him proper with his swelling cock kissing the ring.
	"Your wife is very lucky to have you," he hissed, "she was wonderful to me...shall I show you how good she felt?"
	"Sh-shut up, you brazen dog-AAAH!"
	"Now now, I can give you pleasures beyond your imagining, dear Kunsy.  Let me pleasure you, the way I pleasured your wondrous queen."
The former prince whimpered as he felt Jeks push inside, with one of the servant's hands stroking him off.  Kunsar groaned and bucked in trying to slip away, but the butler pinned him harder with his weight.
It was a struggle to open him up, but Jeks persevered with a good fingering-and-stroking to excite the emperor's vices.  It disturbed him how much he pleasured him like his mother, all the right little touches to his special spots that made him leak in seconds.

His wife was also leaking, the sound of wet slapping filling her ears as Gerviss fucked her with rabid passion.  His front claws wrapped round her, his body like a wavelength to smack hard into her cunt.  Ulsteenya trembled with approaching orgasm, her heart beating faster with shame burning in her chest, making her feel sick with a dizzy head as she watched her son's blissful face.
This wonderful child she had loved since birth, a shy, sensitive youth who beamed with joy everytime she handed him a fresh little flower.  Now he was pounding her cunt, the womb he had journeyed from, spurting hot ropes of white that turned thicker with each slap.  And she was loving it.  She hated feeling it, but loved it all the more as she stroked his head.
	"That's it," she whispered, "hoh...ohhh Gerviss, my sweet baby child, does...d-does mother feel good?"
	"MMM, MMHMM!" he closed his eyes with gritted teeth.  "OHH, m-mother, you feel so, warm!"
	"I bet she does," Triska giggled kissing her brother, "can I clean you up after he's done?"
	"OH, r-really?!" Ulsteenya trembled.  "That...th-that's very kind of you, such a good d-dear, OHH, OHHHH!  A-AAAAGH!"
She came at last, a hot splash across her son's belly and a clenching grip on his meat.  The wet suction startled him into cumming, a trembling squeak as he filled his mother for the first time.  Ulsteenya came even harder, feeling him drizzle over her walls and his seed trickle deep into her womb, already occupied by their future sibling.
	"Ohhh...o-ohh Gerviss...ohh my baby."
	"Did it...f-feel okay?" he blushed with trembling hands.
	"Oh sweetie, I wish I could say...but I loved it, certainly."
Ulsteenya hugged him tight, pulling him up on as his cock dragged out of her pussy, leaving a trail of milk behind.  Triska was in there immediately, diving her tongue deep to make her mother shriek with a cackle, the wondrous slurp of her daughter sucking out her brother's jizz.
Whilst the children cleaned up, their grandmother was getting dirty, pumping Sterkoss as she laid underneath his fat dribbling spear.  A lerch always produced a thick slime, smothering her face like a bathing mask, a rich bitter-salt that she slurped down when she pulled the swollen glans to her lips.
	"Ohhhh, Sterkoss," she kissed his throbbing flare, "such a good boy you've been since coming here with your master.  But I can make you much more than that...how about,  making me your beast-wife?"
She sucked him off as best she could, the cockhead much bigger than her mouth as Sterkoss snorted in surprise.  He did not pull away, the surge of lust causing another shot of thick jelly down her throat.  Dalmissa swallowed all she was given, coughing slightly when it webbed up in her gullet, splashing across her cheeks and coating her in sticky syrup.
But the former empress persevered, wrapping her snout round the huge pillar and choking herself willingly.  The lerch started to buck, his hips flexing with restrained power, as he bumped the back of her neck to feel her gulping cough.  Dalmissa turned fuller than expected, a watery thickness in her belly that made her pull back with heaving breath, the horse-monster's cock splashing on her neck and trailing down her imperial robe.
	"Ohhh, GODS, KHH-khhh!  What a big bastard you are, whoever you bred before me was a lucky mare."
Pulling herself up, she kissed the lerch's face, making sure her son could see the entire spectacle.  His disgust was palpable, whilst Jeks rolled him onto his side and kept thrusting.  He watched Dalmissa tongue Sterkoss deep, the massive beast huffing into her maw with thick clouds swarming her cheeks.  His long earthy tongue slobbered across her own, picking over her teeth and suckling a long line of drool from his monstrous maw.
Her cheeks puffed in gulping his saliva, whorish moans exaggerated for her son's torture.  She crawled backwards onto the veranda, offering her cunt to as the rhino-horse snorted between her legs.  A shiver of lust ran through him, her scent exciting him as he slurped his beastly tongue over her lips.
She was much warmer than he expected, her long noodly body writhing as she felt his deep husky breaths, clouding over her cunt when his tongue slapped across the lips.  His nostrils flared wide with a new hunger, mounting the raised patio and slapping his huge obelisk against her belly.
	"M-mother, STOP!" Kunsar shouted.  "Th-this, this isn't right, I'll do anything you want, just stop this!"
	"And deny me true joy?" she chuckled looking back.  "Your wife is having fun as well, so stop being such a sourwyrm and embrace the new change!"
	"BUT, THIS-"
	"Oh shut up Kunsy," Ulsteenya replied mid-smooch, "you started all this, you can't put it in back in the box!"
	"Yeah dad!" cried Triska.  "You get to have fun with grandma, but we can't play with mom?"
	"G-gods...gods, damn this."
	"Tis fine, my prince," Jeks whispered still rutting him, "let your family enjoy the new dynasty."
	"AH, a-ah!"
	"And you shall feel your bloodline shrivel, to a withered husk like it deserves to be."
The crimson drake pounded deeper, stretching his master's hole with a slow but firm gape.  He shivered with a lewd bliss, savouring the anal virgin and fucking him wider, a flexing groan as his commoner body grinded against the noble's.
Such tight walls he had that sucked and pushed against, the prince clenching his teeth and bearing it with dignity.  How humiliated he felt, how debased to feel this servant fuck him, his mother whore herself to a beast of burden, and his beloved wife not only pregnant with a low-caste child, but consorting with his children.
His mind fractured from their depravity, and their willingness to submit.  Through the soft, thudding pain of Jeks pumping his rear, he watched his mother stroke along the huge lurching shaft, her long viperous body only twice the width of the immense spear.  Sterkoss huffed and stomped either side of her, before angling his halberd, and shoved inside her pussy.
A howling shriek filled her lungs at the painful stretch from his girth.  The lerch shuddered with rasping hack, bucking his hips with a cautious strength at his breeding partner's tightness, worming his way inside with a swaying of his thighs.  As primal as the lerch was, Sterkoss was a little smarter than the regular beast, sensing Dalmissa's discomfort and slowing down his pace.
Her eyes rolled up into her skull, orgasmic shudders at the trembling pull of her aged walls.  The hot, rubbery staff made her folds creak at their widest, a lump forming in her belly as her body writhed like a twitching S, her claws digging into the patio with a deep, feral groan as she slipped back into her native tongue.
	"//Ohhhh, GODS YES!  Ohhhh, f-fuck me you swamp-herding bastard, fuck me like my husband never could!//"
Kunsar had no more to say, almost weeping at the sight of his mother's words and defilement.  The lerch went deeper inside the matriarch, her body deforming slightly as the bulge travelled upwards.  With each new shove, Dalmissa squirted on his cock, as she felt her womb being punched.  Even if she was past the age of egg-bearing, the former empress shivered at the idea of defiling her royal seat.
Not that the lerch cared about lineage or hierarchy, all he enjoyed was a tight, warm hole ready to take him.  And this one was much tighter than the mares, having to stomp his back legs to realign himself for heavier thrusts.  His whole length was 2/3rds the size of Dalmissa's body, and feeling the resistance push at her womb entrance, he began to pull back and fuck only with a third of his meat.
Whilst his mother was being mounted, Kunsar felt his own body betray him with a throbbing spurt of his member.  Dripping on the chaise, a soft whimper escaped him with each thrust of his slowly-accepting hole.  Jeks smiled on top of him, his servile demeanour folding as he breathed hungry upon the king, buggering harder and faster.
There were no more words left for the family, only grunts of ecstasy swarming Kunsar's mind with each slap of his servant's hips, spearing his prostate and causing him to spurt harder.  A trembling smile crept over his face, hearing his wife moan in rapture as his daughter ate her out, and his son kiss deeper with tongue.
Jeks started to bite Kunsar's neck with firm but gentle grip as he fucked even faster.  The furniture shook with his force, pushing the legs across the veranda, the scarlet wyvern pumping his master's shaft to make him finally cum from the shameful deprivation.  A stuttering groan as his body snapped straight, Kunsar sobbed with spasms and thick wads across the floor.
	"Gooood little prince," Jeks snarled, "savour your new whoredom, from my common-rate cock."
	"A-AAAAH!  J-JEKS, OHHH GODS DAMN YOU!"
With a dominant snarl, the emperor felt Jeks roaring through his neck, shuddering down his chest and rattling his ribs when the butler pumped his seed inside.  Hot cum from the lower-classes gushed into his tunnel, debasing him further as Kunsar whimpered with a strange smile of relief, his own dick twitching from the feeling.
Now he was all the more confused, uncertain as to whether he was enjoying it, or if Jeks had tricked his body into doing so.  He stopped thinking straight when the servant thrust again, licking the emperor's neck with a pent-up lust.
But nowhere near as pent-up as Sterkoss, who was dripping volumes out of Dalmissa's withered cunt.  As studly the beast he was, his stamina was not required, only yearning to fill this womb and move on to the next.  The matriarch was trapped in anguished bliss, eyes crossed in a twisting pain that made her squirt all the harder.  The punching stab at her cervix was the best agony she ever felt.  Hard and blunt, deep and throbbing, a terrible bruise that made her cum with stuttering ululation.
It was her dream come true, arching her back with a tremendous spurt that sucked the horse-beast hard to cumming.  With a startled neigh, he flooded her cunt with a geyser, an overwhelming flood of rich, hefty, lerch-beast semen that splashed across the veranda, and dribbled down the steps.
	"//OHHH, OHHHHHH  GODS, YOU FILTHY BASTARD, F-FUCK ME, BREED MY OLD CUNT WITH YOUR SWAMP-COCK!//"
She laughed with a maddening glee, her family all in a stupor as her voice gave out in a rumbling gurgle of desire, a soupy drool painting her lips as Sterkoss flexed his monolith inside her.  Cum ballooned in her gut, then emptied out of her sagging womb as the lerch pulled himself out, a thick river of jizz dragging from his mast.
	"Haaaah...ohhh, gods yes.  Yyou see that Kirgy?  I told you I would."
	"Mmmmph...a-ah, mother?"
	"Yes?" she looked over to Kunsar.  "You understand now, dear?"
	"I...I-i do," he shivered clutching his chair, "I don't...I don't like it, but...I get it now.  It feels filthy, and wrong."
	"But it happened.  And now we're going to change this family, the proper way, for our worthless dynasty."
	"I am glad you have learned," Jeks stroked the prince's belly, "shall I cease fucking your arse and make you some tea?"
	"M-mmmph...that would be nice, thank you Jeks."
The emperor smiled nervous, like a sheep in a wolf's den, as the butler pulled out of him and walked off to the kitchen, his cock swinging out with a trail of white in front of all the other servants, who had been quietly stroking themselves in rapture.  He muttered things to them, strange carnivorous grins as the balance of power shifted in the House of Kirgess.  Just as Dalmissa had hoped, who splayed out on the patio, drenched in a pool of stallion cum.