A simple slip-up led to a strange situation.

  Wenlianna didn’t know the meaning. After all, it is a word thrown around with abandon by all three Dragon Empresses and Daniel himself when the four refer to each other. It’s clear that some of Daniel’s companions understand the gravity of the simple-seeming nickname the four use with each other. It has an unseen meaning that goes beyond the innocent-seeming usage.

  This nickname is the simple word ‘Mukori’.

  “W-Wait, R-... Lady Ryuo…”

  “Mmm-... Mukori, that won’t do. You have already started this,” replies the platinum-blonde dragon second only to Hekate in ranking of the Empresses. She is cuddling close, hugging the young magic artisan affectionately.

  It is the night following Wenlianna’s slip-up. The foolish brunette blurted out a nickname she has heard a hundred or more times since reuniting with Daniel, not realizing that it was unique to the Dragon Empresses and their chosen lover.

  If even once, Hekate or the others had said the word, it might have been excusable, but it only sunk in after the awkward silence following Wenlianna saying the nickname.

  “G-Great Aunt Reina, please… S-Stop her…”

  Wenlianna reaches in futility towards the soft blue-haired dragon-kin woman that is half-sister to one of Wenlianna’s near-ancient ancestors.

  The soft-spoken and cool-tempered dragoness watches as she sips a honey-laden tea. “You spoke the word, my dear Great Niece Wenlianna,”

  A second body presses against Wenlianna’s back, surprising and wholly cornering her with the second dragon Empress showing seeming-wholehearted affection to the human woman. “L-Lady Geirahoel…!?”

  “Am I not good enough?” asks the red-haired dragon. It’s rumored that Geirahoel is Daniel’s favorite, which is reasonable, since he went back to the Citadel to pursue her when she left in anger.

  Ryuogriar explains as she kisses Wenlianna’s neck, “Mukori is a very important term of endearment, my dear sweet Wenlianna-mukori. It is not to be used lightly, and should certainly be reserved for true lovers.”

  “I… I made a mistake…”

  Ryuogriar kisses Wenlianna’s cheek, whispering lasciviously, “Do you regret becoming a part of our family, my sweet Wenlianna-mukori?”

  “I… I… No, of course not. But, I… This is…”

  “If you wish to truly be a part of our family, you should learn how to please our Lord-husband, yes?”

  “I… Y-Yes?”

  The platinum dragon grins, licking Wenlianna’s cheek, causing the young brunette to squirm. Likewise, Geirahoel nibbles Wenlianna’s ear from behind. She ‘complains’ somewhat impotently, “You were Daniel’s first love in this world. You connected with him so easily. Were it so easy to simply make you our adversary, you would never have become one of his lovers.”

  “I… I…” stammers Wenlianna, unable to form any kind of resistance to the two dragon women showing her affection as their hands explore her body. Daniel has taken her maidenly innocence, but she never dreamed she would be experiencing intimate affections from the others of Daniel’s circle of lovers. Least of all, the high-ranking Dragon Empresses.

  When Wenlianna came to be one of many within Daniel’s consorts, she somewhat hoped she could steal him away for herself. She realized too late that she was in love with him, and by the time she had found him again, he was already bound to so many women of various backgrounds.

  The Dragon Empresses are the most… forward about their affections towards him, but now…

  Geirahoel hugs Wenlianna close, saying tenderly, “You are very kind and gentle, Wenlianna. I understand why Daniel cares for you so greatly.”

  “Indeed. If we were any later, we would be lonely souls that Mukori might have pitied at best.” Ryuogriar presses the brunette against the redhead dragon, keeping her trapped as she squirms in futility.

  Wenlianna is aware of the plight of the dragons, now that her ancestor Reignleif has explained it. The females, particularly, are mostly-pitiful souls that have suffered many centuries of effective-barrenness. They couldn’t have children because of a curse that plagues dragons. And, even now, Wenlianna herself may be under the effects of such a curse, thanks to her ancestry reaching back even into the dragons themselves.

  “You may refuse us now, Wenlianna-mukori, but…” Ryuogriar puts on a somewhat-pitiful expression, given the grace she normally carries herself with. “We only wish to welcome you into our family, and as Mukoris to a delightful and lovable soul.”

  Wenlianna pouts. The platinum dragon is very affectionate; more so than the magic artisan guessed before. There are many times that Ryuogriar seems to be in charge of the Fievegal, as well as Daniel’s harem. However, she was also quick to warmly welcome Wenlianna, not as a rival, but as someone who serves as a reason for Daniel to continue to live in the world of Zenkon.

  Not only that, Wenlianna also works to develop ways to protect Daniel with armor and weapons that she hopes will keep away all forms of danger.

  “I, too, would show you such affection,” states Reignleif. “Were you not my sister’s descendant.”

  “There should be enough generational separation,” retorts Geirahoel teasingly.

  Reignleif scowls at her, even as her precious descendant is being affectionately defiled before her very eyes. “I will share affection in wholesome ways. I leave intimacy to you, Sister Ryuo.”

  Geirahoel’s hand slips under Wenlianna’s simple dress, causing the young brunette to gasp in surprise.

  “I won’t easily surrender Mukori’s favorite to you, Wenlianna,” declares Geirahoel quietly and confidently.

  Wenlianna blushes. She squeaks, “I… Daniel is my… I… If we…” Her stammering only serves to cause the redheaded dragon to frown skeptically.

  “You will have to try harder,” states the orange dragon. She bites Wenlianna’s ear somewhat forcefully, causing the brunette to squirm and squeak.

  “Do you wish to learn from us?” asks Ryuogriar pointedly. Her own hand slides against Wenlianna’s belly, dampened only a little by the Magic Artisan’s simple dress.

  “I… I… I just wanted to… Daniel and I… I want children, but I… Th-The curse…”

  “We have been inoculated. For safety, we shall undergo a round of treatment with you at the same time. For the moment, though, it is only proper that we prepare you to become Daniel’s beloved Mukori. As a descendant of dragons, it is our duty as your elder sisters.”

  The platinum dragon pointedly kisses and sucks on Wenlianna’s neck, continuing to cause the brunette to fidget and hum nervously.

  Geirahoel adds, “Daniel is kind and gentle. You obviously know this. But, he is not without desires.” The orange dragon kisses Wenlianna’s other cheek, whispering, “If you would join us as the fourth Dragon Empress, we would welcome you.”

  “B-But… I’m not a dragon,” whimpers Wenlianna, barely resisting the two dragons showing her intimacy.

  “You are a descendant of our kind. You also suffer our curse. This is proof enough that you are a child of dragons,” explains Reignleif. “Even if your children do not hatch from eggs, you will still be one of us. Ryuo and Geira will instill the meaning of Mukori upon you. Afterwards, you will surely appreciate Mukori for what he is, and you will rightfully call him by his proper title.”

  “I…” Wenlianna blushes. She loves Daniel, of that she is certain. He is the only one who has ever understood her passion for pursuing the march of technological progress. He understands the call of mystery, and he doesn’t fear the unknown. He impressed her with his wisdom, and he has no sense of superiority or condescension. He is happy to share his knowledge, with certain exceptions that could endanger the world.

  He is also happy to share his kindness and affections. He claims that he was unpopular in his old world, but his sincere and easy-going nature are quite lovable and have driven him to a prestigious position here on Zenkon.

  “Yes or no?” asks Ryuogriar bluntly, her face close to Wenlianna’s ear as the crowded young artisan tries to sort her thoughts. She can feel a heavy and heated atmosphere to the room. If anyone present were a male, she is certain she would leave the room pregnant.

  She’s not certain she won’t as it is.

  Wenlianna has a choice now. Once upon a time, she could have run away with Daniel to be with him all on her own. She probably didn’t even need to run away, so long as she claimed him for herself. If she told Aramellianna that she desired the strange otherworlder mechanic as her husband, her mother would have moved the entirety of the continent's powers to make it so.

  In fact, she effectively did so.

  Now, though, she has the option to accept the other members of a harem Daniel formed after being inadvertently rejected by Wenlianna before a journey brought him to the Citadel, where he met the Empresses as they are now, or she can try to find a way to become Daniel’s one and only woman of importance.

  As it stands, Daniel has three children with the goblin queens, as well as five eggs from the dragon Empresses to whom he is already pledged, not to mention the ambiguous states of his other consorts, whom he has been intimate with. Wenlianna believes that Gwenesphia and Kera’tai are pregnant for certain, with Treia and Aoloan sparing no effort to join them.

  That said, the heady scent hanging in the air now has Wenlianna’s head spinning. If she gives the word, Ryuogriar and Geirahoel seem set to treat her no differently than Daniel, while Reignleif watches and provides advice.

  That said, the two dragon empresses most frisky at the moment are both heavily pregnant with brewing eggs; a second for Ryuogriar and a third for Geirahoel. Surely, their sense of intimacy is softer than usual.

  One would think.

  Wenlianna agrees softly, “I… If you would so welcome me, m-my senior Empresses…”

  Ryuogriar doesn’t hesitate, pinning Wenlianna to the bed as Geirahoel moves out the way. The elder of the dragon Empresses kisses the brunette, surprising her. Her hand explores Wenlianna’s breast, causing the magic artisan to hum and squeak in surprise. Daniel is very intimate when they share time together, but it’s still surprising to the young woman when received from someone else.

  Before she knows it, Wenlianna is stripped of her clothes by the two dragons, who are working together to show her passion. While Ryuogriar stripped Wenlianna’s bloomers from her waist, Geirahoel distracted her with a breast massage from the inside of her dress. And, in turn, as Geirahoel stripped her dress, Ryuogriar began kissing Wenlianna’s inner thighs, massaging her buttocks tenderly.

  “B-Be gentle, L-Lady Ryuo…” whimpers Wenlianna as she squirms in the combined grip of two dragon Empresses.

  Ryuogriar grins at the young brunette squirming in her grasp. “Both of my mukoris are young humans, sweet Wenlianna-mukori. Did you think I would endanger you?”

  Wenlianna looks into the dragon’s reddish-eyes, blushing furiously.

  The senior empress licks Wenlianna’s thigh, causing Wenlianna to flex her toes and squirm her other leg. “I-I’ve only been with… D-Daniel…”

  “And when we’re done, you will command his passion as if it were your own breath,” teases the senior dragon.

  Wenlianna gasps helplessly as a tongue makes contact with her most sensitive area. As she squirms from the surprisingly warm touch of Ryuogriar’s tongue, the almost sickeningly-sweet taste of a strange honey-like substance spreads across her cheek, filling her nose with its sense.

  This would easily be mistaken for Geirahoel’s saliva as the orange dragon licks the human’s face, but Wenlianna has smelled this substance before. Just as she’s starting to make sense of it, a savory sweet flavor fills her mouth when Geirahoel kisses her, leaning over Wenlianna as Ryuogriar ‘attacks’ her lower region.

  After kissing the young brunette, the orange dragon lingers her face over Wenlianna’s. “Daniel finds this flavor delightful.” With that, a spark suddenly flashes in Geirahoel’s mouth, and fierce, colorful flames fill her mouth. She taunts as Wenlianna’s heart truly begins to race, “At taste you can only know with a dragon.”

  As Wenlianna panics silently, she feels a somewhat cold line streak up her abdomen from her pelvic region to her breasts as Ryuogriar drags her tongue affectionately upwards. The brunette tries to rationalize and analyze what’s happening to her, and she realizes that she knows of only one substance that the dragons produce in their mouths that isn’t necessarily toxic, but is very, very dangerous.

  Ignityal.

  With flames already ignited, Wenlianna could be incinerated by the kisses she just received. Even with fire in her mouth, Geirahoel grins. “Daniel loves it when I do this. Are you afraid, Wenlianna?”

  “I… I…” stammers the young woman.

  Ryuogriar blows air through her lips, causing the moist string of ignityal on Wenlianna’s belly to feel icy-cold. The brunette squirms like the maiden she essentially still is, helpless against the lascivious breath passing across her belly.

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  “Your own taste is quite exquisite, sweet Mukori,” teases Ryuogriar. “Shall I begin in earnest?”

  “Yes,” states Geirahoel, since Wenlianna remains speechless. “We’ll need to switch so I can have a taste of Daniel’s first love.”

  “I would never deny you, Sister.” Wenlianna squeaks when Ryuogriar’s fingers plunge into the young human’s precious nether region.

  The dragon grins triumphantly at making her young lover squirm so easily. “Mukori must have no trouble with you, hmm?” teases the matronly dragon.

  “I-I’m still relatively new,” gasps out Wenlianna, trying to defend the honor of her own maidenly virtue.

  Geirahoel teases softly directly into Wenlianna’s ear, “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I wish I could experience my first time over and over again…” She nibbles the brunette’s ear once more. Wenlianna tries to go with the flow, but the tingles and tickles race through her body, and she feels a sort of fleeting jolt pass through her soul.

  Ryuogriar is beautiful in every sense of the word, especially since she has a sort of matronly grace to her elegance. Her body is admirably proportioned, from large breasts and curvy hips, to a beautiful face and a height that seems to perfectly compare to her primary lover. Similarly, Geirahoel is beautiful in a more youthful sense. Her body isn’t nearly as curvy as her senior’s, but she is stunningly attractive nonetheless. She also looks as passionately energetic as her personality suggests, making her seem all the more a rival to anyone trying to get close to the one she has chosen.

  It even seems that Geirahoel is Daniel’s favorite, given several instances that suggest such. She is very passionate and affectionate, though she does sometimes hide her feelings behind a haughty attitude.

  She’s not hiding anything now.

  Geirahoel’s tail slides along Wenlianna’s hip, and Ryuogriar’s fingers explore her depths while the brunette is wrapped in the embrace of the two dragons.

  Wenlianna gasps and yelps as the dragon matron’s fingers find all of her sensitive spots, and Ryuogriar grins, kissing Wenlianna passionately.

  Heat is filling the magic artisan’s whole body, and she feels like her head is starting to spin.

  Wenlianna and only clutch the bedding tightly, unable to escape if she wanted to, and having given her consent to be dragged down into the sea of pleasure the dragons are intent on subjecting her to.

  Reignleif states bluntly as she watches, “I see. You make cute noises, my dear Wenlianna.”

  “G-Great A-Aunt!” yelps Wenlianna before she is pinned down to the bedding completely by Ryuogriar. The platinum dragon takes a moment to slide her tail against Wenlianna’s sensitive vulva, and the human can feel her toes curl. Ryuogriar’s tail, unsurprisingly, is warm and fairly smooth, broken by the ridges between the underside belly-scales. When she turns her tail over and uses the smaller, more plate-like armor scales, Wenlianna nearly chokes from the rapid pulsing sensation of the scales sliding across her sensitive region.

  “Oooo, she likes that,” teases Geirahoel lasciviously.

  “Can you blame her? I like it, too.”

  “Shall I, then?” asks the orange dragon, now moving into position alongside the seniormost dragon.

  “Not for me. I’ll continue like this…” As Wenlianna finally tries to look to see what could possibly be next, Ryuogriar positions herself so she is squatting over Wenlianna’s pelvic region, and she lowers her own vagina down to kiss Wenlianna’s directly. The immense heat goes even higher for Wenlianna, and surges jolt through her body in time with the dragon making new motions.

  She thrusts her hips to slide their wet vulvas together, stimulating every surface of her pussy lips. Her movements spread tingles and waves through Wenlianna’s every nerve. If it goes on much longer, Wenlianna will lose herself to a tidal wave of pleasure.

  Not to be out done, Geirahoel somewhat-playfully pins Reignleif down on the bed, suckling her breast as she slides her vagina against the blue dragon’s thigh. Reignleif gasps and hums cutely, and Wenlianna’s foggy brain wonders if she sounds like that, too.

  She moans and grips Ryuogriar’s arms when the dragon starts kneading the young woman’s breasts, skillfully thrusting their clits against each other.

  Reignleif also moans as Geirahoel uses her tail to penetrate her, kissing and suckling her senior’s breasts. Alabaster milk spills from her mouth, and just seeing it makes a sudden thirst come over Wenlianna, in spite of her helplessness in Ryuogriar’s embrace.

  Unlike Reignleif, who uses her own tail to ‘retaliate’ and mutually penetrate the youngest Dragon Empress, Wenlianna has only her hands and feet. And, Ryuogriar is completely in control of her.

  Seeming to read her thoughts, the Dragon matron lowers herself to press her large breasts against Wenlianna’s, looming over her with a sharp-toothed grin. “Something catch your eye, Mukori?”

  “I…” Wenlianna swallows her words, unable to form the embarrassing thought into audible sounds.

  Ryuogriar doesn’t have an ounce of shame, kissing the young brunette as she continues twisting and turning her hips to stimulate them both together.

  The platinum dragon is the tallest of the three women in their human forms, and Ryuogriar is nearly as tall as Daniel, making her significantly taller than the petite magic artisan. That height makes it easy for her to straighten up and place her large breasts in front of Wenlianna’s face, and Wenlianna moans and huffs as she feels the building climax filling her body.

  With a devious smirk, Ryuogriar gently squeezes her own breast near her nipple, and the same alabaster liquid sprays in thin streams into Wenlianna’s mouth. The human gasps as the sweetness fills her mouth. The swirling heat in her body begins to roil like a strangely comfortable boil, but her nerves are tingling, and her head is swimming.

  Wenlianna mindlessly swallows the milk, and Ryuogriar puts her breast even closer. Before she knows it, Wenlianna looks just like Geirahoel, hungrily kneading and suckling her lover’s breast as the latter continues to hump their pussies together.

  The brunette whimpers and squeals softly as her own climax is racing towards her. She knows the feeling now, thanks to Daniel, and Ryuogriar seems to have an intimate understanding of the female human body, in spite of being a dragon herself.

  Additionally, the sweet and hot milk entering her mouth seems to give Wenlianna even more energy, and she finds herself gyrating her own hips in time with Ryuogriar’s movements, doubling the ecstasy of their intimate body-kiss.

  The blonde dragon empress begins panting and humming as her own cheeks turn rosy, and Wenlianna looks up from the pillowy chest she’s kneading and drinking from. There is a fiery hunger in Ryuogriar’s eyes as she stares down into Wenlianna’s gaze, but there is also a passionate expression of affection glowing as well. If the magic artisan didn’t know better, she would think Ryuogriar is deeply in love with her.

  Whether or not that’s true, the dragon minds the sweet spot, using her tail to prod both of their sensitized pussies with her own tail, driving Wenlianna suddenly over the edge without warning. Ryuogriar arches her back, pulling away from Wenlianna as milk splashing from the human’s mouth. The dragoness cries out, twitching and bucking in jerking motions as Wenlianna screams, her own hands now flopping to the bedding and clawing for grip as jolts of electricity spark through her entire body, from the tips of her curled toes to ears, nipples, fingers, and all the way up into her brain. She bucks and cries out, feeling Ryuogriar jerk her hips to sustain the crashing waves of orgasm slamming through both of them.

  Geirahoel and Reignleif finish each other off soon after, crying out in their own heavenly-sounding voices while Wenlianna pants and twitches. Ryuogriar flops down on top of her, kissing the brunette’s neck as she affectionately strokes Wenlianna’s tingly skin with her fingers. She lightly scratches the magic artisan’s skin with her sharp nails, and it causes Wenlianna to tense and squirm, as if she’s being tickled. She hums and huffs in lascivious whimpers that are embarrassing to make, but she is helpless to resist her draconic lover.

  The Stalvaltan woman jokes softly, “I… finally understand… why the sheets get washed so often…”

  Ryuogriar hums. “It’s annoying at times, but you’ll begin producing soon enough as well, sweet Mukori.”

  Wenlianna blushes. “I… Are you…? With me…?”

  “Calling you Mukori?” asks Ryuogriar, picking exactly the right thing that Wenlianna wanted to mention. The brunette nods in confirmation.

  “There is nothing to say that we cannot have more than one cherished lover.” She gingerly strokes her finger up Wenlianna’s thigh towards her dripping wet pussy. “As we explained to Daniel, dragons will always have more female than male offspring. It is in our best interest to share love with our male Mukori, and it is more fun to enjoy each other, yes?”

  Wenlianna blushes, averting her eyes.

  Geirahoel crawls closer and looms over Wenlianna, brushing her deep auburn-red hair back behind her ear. “It is helpful to practice, too. Sharing is acceptable, but it is our pride to be Mukori’s favorites.”

  “H-... How are you… s-sure?” asks Wenlianna.

  The three dragons all grin together, and Reignleif answers, “Because, Mukori keeps us at his side at almost all times.”

  “He trusts us with his heart,” adds Ryuogriar proudly.

  “He eats everything we make, even when they’re failures,” adds Geirahoel with rosy cheeks. She lays down flat next to Wenlianna, kissing her cheek. “You have a sweet smell,” blurts out the youngest dragon.

  “I…!” squeaks Wenlianna, hiding her face with her hands. “S-S-So… I… Will… I be allowed to…?”

  “You may have Mukori every chance you get, Mukori,” replies Ryuogriar sincerely. “All is fair in love, so if you steal away our beloved Mukori’s time, it is yours to have.”

  “Be prepared for the rest of us to join you,” teases Geirahoel, sliding her tail somewhat forcefully under the brunette’s thigh. She then uses the tip of her metallic orange tail to poke Wenlianna’s still-wet vagina. Wenlianna squeaks and tenses a little, feeling her heart start racing again.

  “We should rush Mukori to remove the curse soon,” states Reignleif. “It seems she is very ready.”

  “R-Ready!?” asks Wenlianna nervously.

  All three dragons smile toothily, and Ryuogriar straddles her head with her arms, looming over the brunette. “It must be a shame to have a human sense of smell,” states the dragon lasciviously.

  Geirahoel is already moving her own head across Wenlianna’s belly, adding as she waves her tail back and forth, “Yesss,... She smells absolutely breedable.” She licks Wenlianna without warning, and the human woman gasps, covering her mouth as the tingling from Geirahoel’s tongue penetrates deep into Wenlianna’s flesh.

  Ryuogriar and Reignleif snicker, and Ryuogriar crawls over to begin licking the blue dragon.

  Wenlianna’s womb feels absolutely fiery hot. She has wanted to conceive since she reunited with Daniel and made love to him the first time on top of the Citadel with a beautiful view of the world. As embarrassing as it is, she is certain of what Ryuogriar and Geirahoel have said; if Daniel were present, curse or not, she would not leave the room with an empty womb.

  Her body seems to have mistaken her dragon lovers as proper mates, since she is on fire with sweat and heat rolling off of her in equal measure. Geirahoel keeps a firm grip on her hips, shifting and turning with Wenlianna’s squirms and bucks as her tongue explores deep inside Wenlianna’s precious life-giving treasure box.

  Her brain is starting to fog and her heart is racing once more. And amidst all of that, a tantalizingly salty-sweet smell finds her nose, drawing her attention forcefully to the glistening lower region lips tucked under a metallic orange tail between beautiful, creamy thighs.

  Wenlianna would be a fool to try to deny that Geirahoel is truly beautiful. All three of the dragon empresses are gorgeous, and their bodies are on full display for Wenlianna with the four of them forming a tangled mess of bodies.

  Wishing to be an active member and to practice, as the dragons said, she shifts her torso closer, moving her head between Geirahoel’s thighs to bring her face close to the orange dragon’s vagina. The scent is heavy, carrying tones that Wenlianna is scarcely familiar with, other than she can think of almost nothing other than sex with just a passing whiff of the dragon’s pheremones.

  She is nervous, but intimacy is a messy business, and she is already a mess. As she hesitates, Geirahoel has been passionately tasting Wenlianna’s depths, pushing the sensitive human towards another powerful climax.

  The young human woman gives a quick taste of the shimmering moisture glistening on Geirahoel’s nether lips.

  The taste is what Wenlianna might expect, somewhat sudden in the sense of overwhelming her senses, similar to the alcohol. It doesn’t burn, of course, but it is still somewhat surprising.

  And, in a deep, guilty part of her mind, she finds it delicious.

  Wenlianna swallows her embarrassment and licks again, picking up the pace as she begins prodding Geirahoel’s insides with her tongue. Wenlianna also uses her finger to coax even more pleasure out of the dragon, and she can tell it’s working when Geirahoel starts to hum in approval and squirm her legs against Wenlianna’s neck and shoulders.

  It’s a race against time, though. Geirahoel is far more talented, and her tongue seems to have locked onto Wenlianna’s most erogenous spot, causing her to buck and huff with each and ever stroke of the dragon’s tongue. Wenlianna tries to catch up, but she is no match for the young orange dragon, and she clutches firmly to Geirahoel’s thigh as she cries out, “G-Geira-Mukori!”

  “Yesss!” calls out the orange dragon. She laughs as she keeps licking, causing Wenlianna to buck and flop onto her back, helpless to continue as her orgasm takes over her body. The dragon doesn’t relent, stoking the flames of orgasm with lick after lick while Wenlianna cries out in pleasurable moans. The other two dragon matrons giggle as they continue to make love next to their younger counterparts.

  Once satisfied that Wenlianna is putty in her hands, Geirahoel changes positions, lifting Wenlianna’s left leg so that she is mostly on her side, still twitching and shivering from her orgasm.

  The dragon slides her legs opposite of Wenlianna’s pressing their vaginas together. Their legs are crossed like two pairs of scissors, and the magic artisan can feel the fire refusing to go out deep inside her belly as the apex predator prepares to continue driving Wenlianna over the edge of sanity deep into the turbulent sea of lust.

  The orange dragon strokes her tongue up Wenlianna’s calf to her ankle, leaving a cool tingle that makes Wenlianna gasp and scream. Geirahoel snickers deviously. “I like this. Mukori always embarrasses me with how easily he takes over my body.” She begins gyrating her hips to rub their pussies together, and Wenlianna moans and bucks back against the bedding.

  The orange dragon continues to dominate Wenlianna, beginning to breathe heavily and moan softly. She is in complete control, and she is even more vigorous and ‘merciless’ than Ryuogriar.

  Geirahoel pivots their bodies so that they’re both on their sides as she continues to stir their pussies together, and a sudden stinging slap hits Wenlianna’s buttcheek, causing her to cry out like a startled kitten, “EEEK!”

  Geirahoel snickers, and the leathery warm feeling of a long, semi-prehensile appendage stroking her back affectionately. The dragons have a great deal of control over their tails, and Wenlianna just received a playful spanking from Geirahoel’s.

  Wenlianna can feel her voice breaking. She’s screaming and gasping for air, like laughter, but more intense. She is deep into the world-shaking orgasm that Geirahoel is set on continuing for as long as possible as she pursues her own. The human magic artisan can barely keep her senses at all, squirming and bucking helplessly.

  And, yet another slap of Geirahoel’s tail sends a shocking jolt through Wenlianna’s hyper-stimulated body.

  The spanking is far from painful, but it is surprising and a bit forceful.

  And, it is the first of many.

  ***

  At some point during the barrage to her senses, Wenlianna loses consciousness, and she awakens in her room, still being cuddled by all three of the dragon Empresses. She can feel the bulges of Geirahoel’s and Ryuogriar’s bellies, while the dampness from all sorts of bodily fluids linger on her skin. Thankfully, the dragons are like their own little heaters, keeping Wenlianna warm in their embrace.

  Wenlianna is dazed, feeling a little dizzy and exhausted.

  Geirahoel notices that she’s awake, and she murmurs apologetically, “I’m sorry, Mukori. I got carried away.”

  “W-We’re still alive, right?” asks the human innocently and weakly.

  All three dragons snicker, and Ryuogriar pets her head. “Yes, quite so, sweet Mukori.” She kisses Wenlianna’s forehead, which leaves a lingering warmth behind, and Wenlianna feels immensely more at ease. No matter what, the dragons know how to give kindness and are undeniably affectionate.

  It started as a mistake when Wenlianna unwittingly used the word ‘Mukori’, but it’s now fair to say that it’s accurate enough.

  All three dragons are hugging her tenderly, gently stroking her skin with their fingers and tails.

  “S-Sorry I lost my senses…” murmurs Wenlianna bashfully.

  The dragons snicker, and Ryuogriar teases, “It is disappointing that I only got one time.” She leans close to Wenlianna’s ear, adding deviously, “But of course, we are all still quite young, yes?”

  Wenlianna blushes, glancing into the shimmering red eyes of the blonde dragon. She nods sheepishly, and Ryuogriar grins.

  Geiahoel slides a finger up Wenlianna’s side, which is a bit ticklish, but Wenlianna is too exhausted to laugh or resist. The young orange dragon offers sincerely, but with a somewhat predatory edge to her tone, “We can join you when the curse is dispelled from you. We will know the exact moment that Mukori has completed his task, and we won’t let him leave until it is done.”

  Ryuogriar and Reignleif both hum in agreement, nodding proudly. The blue dragon adds with her angelically soft voice sounding a little hoarse, “That sounds fascinating to be present for the conception of my… descendants.”

  “Makes you feel old, doesn’t it?” teases Ryuogriar, which causes Reignleif to blush. Wenlianna giggles. She knows there are quite a few generations between her and Reignleif, but Reignleif often feels more like a peer than a great aunt.

  The brunette magic artisan shifts just a little for comfort and relaxes in the embrace of the Dragon Empresses. She feels wholly comfortable and content with them, since they have accepted her. They look after her and care about her greatly, and soon enough, they’ll have children that will grow up together.

  It has been a very strange road, but she looks forward to where her adventure will take her next.

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