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Unexpected Developments - Part 4 (Commission for FireDrago)
🕑 Added 2020-09-03 12:47:00 +0000 UTC
There was something to be said about maintenance. Something that Volt did not think about too much when he let his dick do most of the thinking for him the previous night, and especially not when he was waist-deep inside Cynder’s immense rear. It was only after waking up in the morning and being faced with the mess they made of not just the room but most of the house around it that the dragon began to think if maybe they shouldn’t put a few brakes on their mindless, lust-filled adventures, because he did not, repeat, did not want to clean something like that on a regular basis.
It was bad enough that he had to deal with the smell and the heat emanating off of it, with his spunk in particular apparently disliking the notion that it should cool down during the night. It was about as hot as it had been when it first came out, turning their bedroom into a sauna and making any clean-up effort that much more complicated thanks to all the sweat and arousal; that the two dragonesses seemed to be more preoccupied with drawing out more of it from him didn’t help either, and it quickly reached a point where Volt had to order them to leave and take a bath just so he could be finished, or else he’d be there all day and still do nothing to even make a dent in the overall flooding problem.
If mops had seemed like a good idea before, they didn’t after about ten failed minutes of going nowhere fast; his cum was far more solid than it was liquid, and yet it steadfastly refused to let go of any surface it stuck to, leaving him wondering just how in blazes he was supposed to clean it off. The only solution he found worked (slightly) was conjuring a pressurized jet of water and literally scraping the damn thing off of… well, everything, really. The resulting globby mess oozed into the main hallway and sloshed its way into adjacent parts of the house, needing Volt to call his two lovers again so they’d help him flush it outside via the use of some hastily-cast portals. In the end, he was stuck washing his ceiling and walls for a good three hours before most of the remnants from the previous night were gone, and even then there remained a significant amount hiding in nooks and crannies that, frankly, Volt didn’t have the patience to deal with.
A quick shower later and he was ready to face the next challenge: breakfast. Two massive, amazonian lovers after a night full of bed-destroying fun meant three hungry mouths needing nourishment of the highest caliber. And obviously, neither of them moved off their ass to actually do anything at all, preferring to sit around waiting for Volt to do all the cooking for them. They kept poking and prodding at him, offering lewd comments and making rather unwholesome suggestions about where he should stick this or that into wherever; it was enough to make the dragon sigh in frustration, not because he wasn’t receptive to the offers, but mostly because it was getting in the way of making toast properly.
His patience was further tested after breakfast was served, with both of the women deciding that the best course of action would be to play with their food. Volt didn’t really know what possessed him to give them a bottle of syrup, but he couldn’t deny that what they were doing with it was unsurprising; if anything, it’d be weird if the two didn’t slather their tits with as much of it as they could, followed by a mock-wrestling contest where they “fought” for control of what was left in the bottle. In any other circumstance, Volt might just have enjoyed the spectacle enough to join in, but being in the state that he was meant the dragon was far, far more concerned about the complete lack of control he had over Spyra and Cynder.
His house was a mess, his kitchen was a mess, the two dragonesses were a mess and now his thoughts were going down that path as well. He didn’t know whether to scream, moan, slap himself or do all three things, so it didn’t take long before a single thought crystallized in his mind: get out. It seemed like the only way he still had to retain his sanity, even if it was incredibly rude to the budding giantesses still fighting over the syrup; not even bothering with clothes, instead snapping his fingers to conjure up something resembling his usual attire, Volt stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the front door behind him, taking a long, deep breath of some actual fresh air.
It was so pleasant outdoors. No worrying about scraping cum off the walls, no having to concern himself with getting the smell out, not a single thought to be spared about two horny, draconic beauties mock-fighting one another over a bottle of syrup that didn’t have anything in it anymore. Just clean air, the sun on his face, and the faintest hint of a breeze to help cool him down. It was so welcoming, in fact, that Volt didn’t want to let go of it; to do so meant to go back in the house and have to plunge headfirst into the pile of misery that was cleaning his place up, so why even bother? Best that he leave Cynder and Spyra to their own devices, they were… probably not likely to realize what they were supposed to do, but it was still a non-zero chance nonetheless. Besides, if they didn’t clean up, at least they’d be too exhausted to get in the way when he did, so it was a win-win scenario in any case.
Volt turned left, eager to find his way to the river and enjoy some alone time by the water. Maybe, he thought to himself, a nice relaxing bath in a natural stream was all he really needed to get all the frustrations out of his system. Leave his clothes by the shore, anchor himself with his claws and just let the water flow as it may over and around his frame, while his mind wandered off to wherever it may go. It was such a wondrous thought that Volt found himself lost in his daydreams, almost tripping over someone he didn’t even see in front of him. Some hasty excuses were given and the very blushy dragon did his best to avoid such an embarrassment again, keeping his head as away from the clouds as he could… at least until he got to his destination.
Even still, it was quite clear he was attracting a lot more attention than usual. Some of it had to do with the amount of damage he was responsible for, obviously; not everyone had forgiven him for the whole mountain affair, or what Cynder did to some of the town when she went nuts with her size. Nonetheless, quite a few of those stares weren’t carrying a single hint of malice; quite the contrary, in fact, as a significant amount were from dragonesses and dragons his own age, who were shamelessly ogling the end result of what were… how many days of mindless sex? Honestly, Volt didn’t even know anymore.
His limits had been thoroughly tested, and though he still retained his shapeshifting and hyper abilities, he found he could no longer use them as effectively as he used to be able to. His nuts, normally kept at a reasonable (for him) size, were now permanently stuck dragging along the ground, while his shaft had bulged out so much that its base was fully visible poking out the top of his shorts. The whole package throbbed visibly, providing a show for anyone who happened to be close by, and the sounds created by the two cum factories attached to him were so pronounced that he could’t even hide them if he wanted to.
Not that he did. Tripping over someone accidentally might be awkward, but Volt was no stranger to having his body be admired like that by random people in the street. If anything, this was a return to form after a few days of angry looks and disapproving tutting; it was nice to have his shapely form be appreciated for what it was, a symbol of virility and masculinity, crafted and formed over many years of intense training, study and rampant cheating via the use of shapeshifting. If it weren’t for the fact that Spyra and Cynder were waiting at home, he might even have returned some of the catcalling and whistling; as it stood though, and even if he found them to be supremely irritating now that they were apparently lust-addled, it was still impossible to even consider a dalliance with anyone else. He had tasted the finest of wines, so going back to bottled tap water was… not high on his priority list.
These thoughts swirled around in his head until he was back in a self-introspective funk, intermittently worrying about what he was supposed to do with those two and marvelling at the sheer number of possibilities their existence made real. It was a tough balancing act, to be sure, but one that he was excited to try out; if there was any one certainty in his life, it was that it was going to have to be rebuilt from the ground up to deal with the two dragonesses that were now a part of it. It was enough to get him to smile to himself for a few seconds, because honestly the one thing he really wanted at that moment was to comfortably snuggle up with them… something he knew wouldn’t be possible thanks to their incensed, hyperactive libido.
He sighed. Opportunities, opportunities…
At least the riverbank was completely empty. It being a weekday he didn’t expect anything different, but it was still a nice surprise when literally no one was around. It gave him all the time in the world to pick a secluded spot, preferably hidden away by some trees, where he could take as long as he wanted to remove his clothes, arrange them in a neat pile and then walk into the smooth, cool water at his leisurely pace. The dragon let out a sigh as his body entering the river caused a plume of steam to erupt from its surface, his inner heat enough to cause small bubbles to rise up from underneath him. It was an unfortunate side-effect of both his draconic nature and his status as a hyper, what with his already-enhanced metabolism having to deal with a package as large as his, plus the constant demand to go even bigger that he had to consciously fight back against.
It was the perfect place to have a think about his current predicament… or would be, if not for the sounds of footsteps approaching him. Volt sighed, making a mental note to remember to warn people before he got out of the water, even going so far as to deliberately sink even lower just so he wouldn’t have any naughty bits showing up; the last time he was in that position he had to explain a lot of uncomfortable things to a couple of police officers who were called in for “public indecency”. But the person who spoke up wasn’t a stranger, though he hadn’t heard her voice in a great many years. It was softer than he remembered, more melodious, and carried with it enough hints of seduction and sultriness that the effort he put behind hiding his junk beneath the water really didn’t make that much of a difference in the end.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Volt, you know I’ve seen worse in my day~”
Ember. He hadn’t seen her in so long that he barely recognized her face, let alone her body. It was true that he was used to curves far more exaggerated than her own, but the dragoness was still quite respectable in that department, far more than he imagined she would be. She seemed so natural too; the flared hips and thick thighs bounced perfectly with each step as she sashayed closer to him, her perky breasts jiggling just enough to indicate that yes, they were real and yes, they were as soft as they looked, all of it wrapped up in some eight delicious feet of dragoness that seemed to have eyes for him, and only him.
“I figured I’d come pay a visit after your two little incidents with the girls. Speaking of, how are they~?”
“Hum… they’re… just fine, yeah, they’re at home right now,” Volt stammered, Ember’s casual tone throwing him off for a few moments. He didn’t expect her to be so upfront about it after so many years apart, “but why are you here? I haven’t seen you in… goodness, I don’t know how long!”
“Oh, you know, I was around, figured I’d drop by, the usual,” the dragoness giggled, snapping her fingers and magically whisking away her tight top and tighter jeans, fully revealing her body to the submerged dragon, “mind if I join~?”
“Please, by all means.”
She nodded, a plume of white smoke hissing into the air the moment her feet touched the water, completely obscuring her form for several minutes before the boiling finally stopped. She was at least as relaxed as Volt had been, bust floating freely in the currents and her eyes closed, savouring the few moments of silence before her inevitable trap. It was coming, and the dragon knew it was; no chance that Ember, of all people, showed up when she did purely because she “was around”. It was a calculated move on her part, and even though Volt found her to be attractive, because of course he did (thanks, lower brain), he already had two lust-crazed dragonesses waiting for him at home. It was a thought he never expected to have, but he did not want another one.
It was almost insulting to him, so much that he had to chuckle at the notion. He was now so spoiled for choice he could pass up on an opportunity to add to his harem, when mere weeks ago he’d be content with a passing glance from Spyra in order to assert himself. What even was his life anymore?
“Something funny?” Ember quipped, gently tilting her head to the side.
“Nah, just… thinking of things, you know.”
“Oh, wanting some privacy to clear your mind?” - here it came - “Well, if that’s the case, I know just the perfect spot for that. A little lake a few miles upstream, away from civilization; found it a few months back while gathering alchemical supplies, and no one really goes there. If you’d like, I could teleport us over~”
Of course she knew about this lake. Of course it was deserted and out of the way. Volt could only shake his head and smile at the absurdity of it all; did he suddenly develop a supernatural ability to attract people like those three? Was this his life now, “doomed” to have suitors appear and throw their curves at him? He wasn’t going to complain if that was the case, but it would’ve been nice to receive a warning in advance.
Nevertheless, he nodded, wanting to see where things would go. In the next moment, he was somewhere completely different, even if his position and Ember’s hadn’t changed at all; rather than by the riverside, they were now in a large body of water, somewhere in the middle of nowhere with a large, uninterrupted ring of trees all around it. As the dragoness promised, it was completely empty, save for a few birds and the occasional deer. Off in the distance, just barely visible, was the half-rebuilt mountain that Spyra had been working on. To Volt’s side, Ember relaxed again, letting out a long sigh.
“You know, I saw the news and everything, but I never believed it was real until I saw it,” she spoke up, “you really did a number on those two, didn’t you?”
“That… I didn’t do anything to them?”
“Didn’t you? Well, must’ve been mistaken then… still, that must mean the whole thing was one heck of a game-changer, huh~?”
Volt couldn’t tell if Ember was sincerely getting the details wrong or deliberately trying to steer the conversation. Her tone sounded honest enough, but he’d learned a long time ago never to trust a dragon at their word. Himself included.
“After all, I couldn’t help but check in, you know?” the dragoness carried on, “Felt like seeing just what sizes we were dealing with, and goodness they’re big! Enormous, even! I can see you’re so twitchy yourself down there~”
Ah, of course. Of course it wasn’t honest. Volt would’ve scowled, if not for the fact that he knew exactly where the conversation was headed and had no intention of steering it away. Ember was person-sized and proportioned just to his liking that day: big, but still normal. No having to worry about the kind of messes that would turn the lake into a cum repository, just enough to cover her in white. He turned around, coming face-to-face with an Ember whose eyes were very much open and half-lidded, inviting him to come closer even as her voice continued to pretend things were perfectly normal.
“Must be hard on you. And I do mean that literally,” she chuckled, moving away from the edge of the water and positioning herself right in front of Volt, “which reminds me, I just so happened to see what you were carrying around yourself when you were getting busy with those two, and I have to say? Nice” - at no point did the dragon think to do anything to stop that seductress. If anything, he even allowed his cock to swell just enough to start poking out of the water, giving her something to look at - “And here we go… goodness me, it’s even larger in person! Do you mind~?”
“Please, by all means,” Volt answered back, readjusting himself to put most of his weight onto the ground beneath him.
Ember moved with a swiftness and dexterity that betrayed how often she must’ve either practiced for that very scenario, or had been in one before. Her fingers knew just where to wrap themselves around, her palms the right spots on where to press. It was impossible for the dragoness to even think about holding all of his shaft of course, but what she did reach was enough to send jolts of electricity up and down the dragon’s spine. That woman was certainly good at what she did; better, dare he say it, than either Cynder or Spyra.
Those two were good, but they mostly ran on excitement and performance rather than any technique. Being as big as they were, there was very little need for subtlety or finesse; just plop their immense rears on his face or heave their tits over his cock and things would fix themselves. Ember, meanwhile, had a far more delicate touch, yet one that pushed several more buttons than either of her “rivals” did; it seemed that for every inch she lacked in size, she made up for in knowing just how to push him in the right direction, and within seconds Volt had turned into a mewling, practically-purring mess underneath her hands. It was supernatural, practically magical, and if the dragon had bothered to pay attention, he’d know that’s exactly what it was.
But hands alone wouldn’t suffice, not for him and not for her; though her breasts were nowhere near the magnitude of the other two’s, Ember’s bust was still prodigious enough that she could wrap her tits around most of the dragon’s shaft, allowing her to start bobbing up and down its length… somehow. Despite the lack of a solid surface to stand on, the two might as well be on a bed from how easily she moved around, bringing to mind a lot of suspicions about just how natural that “lake” was. Not that Volt was in any position to complain; he had another gorgeous dragoness ready and willing to service him out of literal nowhere, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?
An important question to ask, seeing as her true intentions began to be made clear a few moments later. Her intense pace and quick rhythm weren’t just for show; Ember’s whole body began to change in order to keep up with the sudden demand posed by Volt’s cock, her entire form widening and stretching as it grew in every direction, those eight feet quickly turning to nine, ten, twelve, fifteen… for Volt, it was just natural to do the exact same in return, always keeping a few steps ahead, just to make sure Ember knew who was supposed to be in charge. However, it seemed like the dragoness had other plans altogether, as she simply kept on growing regardless of how much her lover did, eager to keep up and obviously wanting to surpass him; it betrayed her intentions as quickly as her words did, which is exactly why Volt made sure to outpace her at every turn.
Eventually, even a titjob just wasn’t enough to satisfy her. While her lover would be more than content to be on the receiving end of it for the rest of the day, Ember obviously had some kind of plan for the two of them and wouldn’t take any deviation to it kindly. Despite Volt’s best efforts, she kept trying to grow large enough to reach his tip, grumbling and huffing whenever she saw it escape from her grasp. The two were getting big enough to start covering a large chunk of their side of the lake, enough that its waters were being displaced and thrown onto the treeline, scaring off whatever animals still remained around it. Large waves began to crash against their bodies and even the bottom was starting to be carved out by their claws. But that wasn’t enough; it wasn’t nearly enough.
Ember’s temper was starting to live up to her name, her breath hot with flame and her body practically glowing as large plumes of steam began to rise from where it was touching the water. If the lake wasn’t completely removed from their sheer size, then it would be boiled off, especially as soon as she lost her patience completely and snapped her fingers, bringing their size competition to a temporary end; with a mighty roar, she unleashed all of her power (or at least a large portion of it) and directed it straight back at her, causing such a monumental jump in size that even Volt was stunned by it. The sun was blocked out and the earth itself shook and quaked underneath her, most of the lake being duly forced out of where it was supposed to be and flooding the forest around them. And still she grew even bigger, moaning and shouting for her lover’s name, her claws digging enormous grooves on the ground.
For Ember, it was the trump card she didn’t want to use. The dragoness had thought that her ministrations would be enough, that her tender touch and expert handling would bring Volt to his knees and make him beg for more. Despite her best efforts, this did not come to pass; not just that, but he seemed to be deliberately frustrating her attempts at moving past a simple titjob, to the point where she began wondering if he even wanted to have her like he did Spyra or Cynder. Her burning jealousy began to gnaw at her again, enough that her eyes were about as fiery as her heart when she stared the dragon down, wanting to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was hers to do what she wanted and what she wanted was to give him head, damnit!
It was her goal, to partake of the same kind of bountiful release as the other two dragonesses. Ember figured that something in Volt’s cum had to be responsible for the many growth spurts her rivals had undergone, being utterly unaware of the freak circumstances surrounding both of them, and she wanted it. And no just a bit, not even enough to satisfy her several times over; Ember would not be ready to let him go until she utterly eclipsed the other two dragonesses, and if that meant holding her soon-to-be-captive underneath her, pinned under an eternally-swelling ass, then she’d just have to do that. Thus, it was incredibly annoying that the normally playful durg seemed intent on denying her their rightful prize; if that was the case, she’d just have to forcefully extract it.
Volt, in the meantime, was weighing his options. He was already about half as big as the lake, and still had so much left in him that his current size was, frankly, him underachieving, but giving in to what Ember wanted just meant playing her game, and as much as the prospect of a third giantess was enticing, he had left the house to enjoy a quiet day off, not… this. Thus he still tried to keep his cock as far away from that mouth as he could, knowing as well as anyone that the moment a tongue touched it, he’d lose control of the situation. That said, after growth spurt of those dimensions, ignoring the immense need to shove that shaft somewhere where it could be used properly was becoming harder than the rod itself, leading to a rather uncomfortable situation where, for once, Volt had to think with one brain instead of two, and not the one below the waist for a change.
Of course, that was easier said than done; after a while, taking control of his muscles back from his more primal side took so much effort that he began to just give up in chunks: first his legs, then his arms, until eventually the only thing he was still consciously moving around was his head, letting him see just how little he was truly in charge. The dragoness had long since wrapped her lips and tongue around his cock, applying enough pressure and suction that Volt was all-but forced to arch his back upwards to deal with the pleasure coursing through him, gouts of flame bursting from his nose and mouth whenever he exhaled. Deep breaths, panting, that was what his life was; and now it was Ember, only Ember that he could see in front of him, massive, colossal, titanic, and still growing.
He needed to grow too.
Volt was clever about it, not wanting to give the dragoness a reason to turn herself into an even bigger monster. He used every opportunity he got: a moment of pause for breath, a particularly long tug or pull at his shaft, the rare occasions where Ember actually stopped to make a comment about how tiny he was. Inches and feet were added to his frame, just slowly enough that, by the time the giantess could tell that something was different, Volt had the time to say something before she outsized him again.
“Y-you know, I left my house this morning ‘cuz I wanted some fresh air,” he babbled on, barely in control of his own words, “get away from things, clear my head. Saw you, thought everything was fine… didn’t expect you to turn out to be th-this big, hnnnf” - his little speech was interrupted by a very bored Ember tightening her tongue around his member, a sly grin on her lips - “but you know what I love, d-don’t you? Been spying on us all this time, so I guess this i-isn’t a coincidence~”
The dragoness took her sweet time to respond, and even then she was careful enough to allow her tongue to slither over as much of her lover’s flesh as she could, licking her lips of the many goopy strands of pre that had adorned them over the past few minutes. Her reply came with the exact same tone of voice as always, incredibly mismatched with her new size and demeanour; perhaps she only had that one tone to work with, or maybe, as was the truth, it was the only way she had to keep herself under control while battling an intense, practically overwhelming desire to give in to animalistic desire and just ride Volt for all he was worth. Even then, she wasn’t about to let him go scott-free after emptying her mouth; now that the dragon’s cock was nice and lubricated, it was time to move herself to a more adequate position.
Volt did nothing to stop her; it would be insulting and downright idiotic to even try, considering how far the two had gone already. Still, he made sure to give her a little bit more than she bargained for, increasing his girth and length only after his tip broke through her lower lips, succeeding in dragging a few half-pained moans out of the dragoness, who nonetheless kept on taking his rod like it was absolutely nothing. Volt couldn’t help but notice she herself wasn’t growing, presumably so Ember could fully enjoy his size without denigrating it with shapeshifter powers.
“Well,” she began, her cheeks somehow an ever deeper shade of red than normal, “you know me; I was never one for finishing second. Or third. So as soon as I saw you fooling around with those two, I knew I had to-”
“Live up to the expectations?”
“Oh, Volt, you read me like a book,” Ember giggled, bringing her full weight down onto him and all-but smothering his upper body with her breasts after bending down to smooch him on the forehead, “but I’m afraid I’m not like your small harem; you’ll need to work harder to get through to me~”
“What, do you expect flattery?”
His words were spoken in jest and the way he said it made it patently obvious, which is why he was stunned to see the crimson flush on Ember’s cheeks glow even brighter, the dragoness for once being left speechless. It gave him the perfect opportunity to strike, to needle her until she, too, was a mewling mess, begging for his cock like the other two. But why, though? Why would he do the exact same thing as the other times, when the whole point of leaving the house was to try for something different? He’d already ruined his plans by accepting Ember’s suggestion and ending up with a third mountain of dragon flesh on top of him; now that he was given the chance to take a different route and be a bit more caring with his affection, he didn’t really want to let go of it.
“Well, if it’s flattery you want,” he continued, bringing a hand to cup one of Ember’s cheeks and softly planting a kiss on the tip of her muzzle, “tell me what you’d like to hear.”
And there it was. The fluttering eyelashes, the blushing, the eyes darting to the side to avoid direct contact. Even without trying, he found the one chink in Ember’s armour that allowed him to strike at the big softy underneath, and still he refused to do anything with it. He could tell she wanted him to; perhaps the dragoness had been watching him for longer than he thought and fully expected him to go in for the kill, to push all of her buttons until she couldn’t resist him. That’s certainly what her expression seemed to indicate; at points, Ember looked at him like she was expecting Volt to do… something. It wasn’t clear what, but she didn’t seem to want to take the next step herself.
The tumultuous confusion of emotions inside of the giantess’ mind would give even the greatest of thinkers pause. Ember had convinced herself she was above the base predations that had turned Cynder and Spyra into two self-indulgent sluts focused purely on their next filling meal of cockmeat, told herself that she was far classier a woman than that. The whole plan was devised entirely around that assumption, that being her belief that, push come to shove, she’d be able to take all of Volt and still come out on top. Now that she had though, things weren’t so certain; though her domineering side was still alive and well, it had been asked to sit in a corner and wait while the rest of her took center stage, the large chunk of her mind that would much rather act like a needy, subby lewdster, demanding attention from someone who could give it and so much more.
It was more than a want; it was a need. Ember needed him to take charge, in a way she never thought possible before, so much that her whole body was shaking at the mere thought. It was enough to get her to stop moving, her plans to bounce on that titanic shaft inside of her foiled before they were even put into action. And yet, there was something else stirring inside of her, something that didn’t match up with either her carnal rush for affection or the flimsy haughtiness she had built for herself. It was something that Ember hadn’t felt in quite a long time, an emotion so alien to her psyche that it took her a long while to even identify it at all.
Comfort.
No need for horniness, lewdness, sluttiness or anything of the sort. Well, not immediately at least; she felt it, that weird desire she was entirely unaccustomed to, trying to impose itself over the other two, muscleing in like it belonged… and it sort of did. The thought that she could be… comfortable, not wanted in a lustful sense or lusted after by that hunk of a dragon, but just comfortable, loved, warm and welcome in his embrace. The thought that he did want her to tell him what she wanted to hear, and that he’d be more than ready to oblige. It was all too good to be true, and yet Volt wasn’t going anywhere; he was still there, still underneath her, smiling a smile that he rarely did. He truly wanted this for her, for them, a pause in between the reckless, mindless debauchery that had characterized his life in the past few days. Maybe he was right and deserved something more than the usual; his body was impressively soft once she allowed her own to shrink just enough that she could hug him like a full-sized pillow.
“Worked through your issues there?” Volt mused, offering a quick peck on the top of her head, “Or are you going to grow again?”
“Shut up,” Ember snapped back, tightening their hug, “and make yourself warmer, I’m not done with you.”
An interesting choice of words, coming from someone who huffed as hard as Ember did before stuffing her face directly into Volt’s neck. The dragon felt no need to comment on it though; far as he cared, they were perfectly fine the way they were, and he’d be more than happy to just lie there in the emptied-out lake for the rest of the day. Besides, he was still hilted inside of her, so it’s not like he wasn’t getting something out of it.
Still, a deal was a deal, and he began talking. Volt never did get a straight answer out of her, but none was needed; just his imagination, running on overdrive and giving the dragoness everything she wanted to hear and more. Her curves, her heft, her weight, her looks, her voice, her warmth, her words, her smarts, her everything; she was perfect just the way she was, everything she could be and yet so much more. She alone was Ember, and there could never be anyone like her in a million years. The more he spoke the more she shrunk, trembling with each syllable as her mind struggled to deal with the avalanche of compliments being thrown at her; it was so funny for Volt to see what used to be such a proud giantess “reduced” to a trembling dragon, practically begging him to keep going, made putty in his hands just by constant flattery.
But, much like before, it still wasn’t enough. Much as both of them enjoyed it, they had come over to the lake for a completely different reason, and it just wouldn’t do for them to not finish it off in the most explosive way possible.
“... and the fact that you’ve probably got something up your sleeve to drive me wild even as I speak,” Volt finished, chuckling quietly, “are you gonna prove me wrong?”
Ember huffed, clearly not ready for the snuggle session to end, but she moved off of him nonetheless. It wouldn’t do for someone of her caliber to refuse such an obvious challenge, even if it meant letting go of the most comforting body pillow she had the pleasure of holding onto in her whole life. It was still an opportunity to flex her skills though, plus Volt was completely right; it would be downright criminal for their reunion to end with anything less than complete and utter reckless abandon.
Once more the earth shook as the giantess moved into place, reluctantly removing Volt from inside of her as she took her place, looming above him and casting a long enough shadow that anyone standing directly beneath might just think nightfall occurred before lunch. A beauty of rare qualities, doubly so when she turned around and bent over, slapping her rotund rear and letting those cheeks jiggle so wildly that the whole thing looked more like jello than scale-covered flesh.
“Well, I haven’t had the pleasure of picking a dragon for a mate, but you can’t deny I have the figure for it,” she murred at him, prompting the dragon to scramble to get to his feet, “and you wouldn’t want to deny a mother-to-be a good fuck, now would you~?”
Everything he needed to hear.
There was a split second where the two were separate, in between Volt starting to move and Ember being pushed on the ground with enough force to create a dragoness-sized crater. Both of the dragon’s hands sunk deeply into that immense, plush ass of hers, enough that it brought to mind memories of Cynder’s own form sucking him in, though Ember was at least considerate enough not to trap him in a pair of cheeks the size of his whole body. All she gave him was an eager tailhole and the moaning to go with it, the eagerness to buck right back into him whenever Volt thrusted and the strength and stamina to carry on long past the point where she should’ve collapsed.
The dragon knew that this was going to go badly. Someone as talented as Ember would be more than able to take anything he pumped out and turn it into more of themselves, and indeed that’s exactly what ended up happening. An old trick, repetitive even, but with such an ample source of protein and energy as his hyper self, could he truly blame any of them for taking advantage of it? It’d be like drowning in a desert and denying a cup of water just because it wasn’t of a particular brand, complete insanity really.
Thus the ground continued to shake as the two went at it like a pair of rabid bunnies, making enough of a mess of the lakebed that it filled right back up again, far thicker and muskier than before; much as Ember was expertly translating that flood of cum inside of her into more mass for her to grow herself with, plenty oozed and spurted back out to coat the woods in white, leaving the two adrift in an ocean of sticky, thick seed that would make someone else’s life miserable when they had to clean it. All they could think about was growing, fucking, growing some more and making monsters of themselves. All thought of their intimacy prior to this last stretch seemed to have vanished into the aether, replaced with animalistic desire and nigh-limitless endurance, all for the sake of maximizing their enjoyment before the inevitable end was reached.
For when it was, it ended explosively.
Even Ember couldn’t deal with that much of Volt’s seed plumping her up at once. The dragon was about as big as the mountain Spyra had destroyed by that point, his cock even larger and his balls so utterly massive that they reached over his head. The resulting flood was enough to bloat the dragoness’ belly like a balloon, leaving her stranded on top of a small sea’s worth of dragon spunk… at least until she found where her consciousness had fled to and did something about it. While Volt was still in the throes of release, his lover took the initiative to transform all of that easily-accessible mass into something more proper for a lady of her stature: tis, ass and thighs, and lots of it. Enough that, by the time she was finished, Volt looked positively tiny compared to her.
There was no more landscape, only Ember, as far as the eye could see, covering what used to be forest with her supple, soft curves. She invited her lover to join her, to grow large enough to meet her, and he did; Volt wanted nothing more than to truly let go now, to become the minor god he deserved to be and to share such an experience with someone who both deserved it and knew what it was like. He didn’t even think about the other two waiting for him at home; right there and then, he had eyes only for Ember, her perfect draconic goddess… and perhaps something more. A lover? A companion? A true partner? Perhaps. But most importantly, something far more meaningful for the kind of desires coursing through his mind:
A mate.
