When the final heat dies down
A Dragon Lord’s Gift
The final day of summer was here. The final day when dragons could mate, could enter mass orgies and relieve themselves of pent up frustrations, and the final day in which a female, could find herself impregnated and get a chance to be gravid and lay eggs in six to eight months.
All of them had a chance to give or receive something from this lasting days. They would all be able to enjoy the days of summer. All the dragons would… except one particular dragon. In this case, a dragoness and not just any dragoness, but the Dragon Lord herself, Ember.
Ember was watching the final sunset of summer hitting the horizon and began to descend. She had seen it many times before, in many centuries. Four and a half, to be precise. In that amount of time, she had watched dragons and dragoness enjoy their lives as they flourished, fucked and fooled around. They enjoyed their orgies, their love making and their quickies, all of them. Even some that didn’t even seem to have a chance, yet they did.
Crackle for one, once regarded as an ugly dragoness by many, had become one of the most sought out females in the lands, do to her ability to do things others couldn’t. That meant pleasuring multiple partners at once… and having a big heart to share.
But Ember herself, well she hadn’t had one dragon or dragoness, she wasn’t picky, to be with in over four hundred years. She was never sure for those centuries.
She had grown, roughly half the size of her father. Her scales deepened in color, nearly matching his own. Her hips grew wider, definitely a catcher for males, and she had gotten smarter too, with her interactions and knowledge from ponies throughout the centuries. She was practically the top five smartest dragons in the lands…
So why was she alone? Why after four centuries, had she had not taken, nor been asked to be mated with? Why is it that none of approached her and be a part of her life?
Her attitude had changed along with the dragons, more or less, they had changed to become more friendlier, show more emotions and less violent or greedy. She had opened up alot to many dragons and was often praised for being the first Dragon Lord to change the lands for ever. But why did any of that, not land her with a possible mate? What was it about her that made her… untouchable?
“Ember?” A large voice interrupted her momentary monologue. She turned and saw the towering form of her father approaching her. Yeah, she grew, but she was still a little more than half his height, coming up to his chest.
“Father,” she simply responded. A gruff snort came from him and he stood right next to his Dragon Lord daughter.
“Why aren’t you meddling with the dragons there?” He motioned towards the dragons that were finishing their final flings, romps and other activities in the center of the pits. “You are still in heat, are you not?”
In truth, she was, but for the last few centuries, she had gotten so used to not being satisfied, that her heat was something of a dull ache in her loins and nothing but trouble as she would at times leave a trail of fluids. Even now, her labia begged for attention, even simply shoving a few claws or a tail in her would probably bring her to an orgasm but yield little to no satisfaction.
“Because no one wants me, father.” she spoke, somewhat irritably. She snorted, trying to sound tough, but it came more as a hiccup then anything. “Every time I try to interact with any of them or ask if any wish to touch me, they are frightened away or to timid to touch their Dragon Lord.” A small growl vibrated her throat. “And I don’t wish to sound desperate that I want every dragon to come and shove their organs in every hole in my body.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “I can’t even satisfy myself anymore.”
Torch, former Dragon Lord, last of the ancient ways of traditional hard rulings, was surprised. He had never seen his daughter so down, so broken. He had watched her grow, from the egg she crawled out of, to being the spitting image of her mother. But she carried his anger, his rage, his courage and his strength. She defined him when he set up the Gauntlet of Fire centuries prior, she had fought through dragons to get to it, and she succeeded. Then, she changed the Dragon Lands forever, by introducing friendship, love of others outside of mates or family, and even interspecies mingling and history.
In the last three hundred years, Ember’s influence had changed, not just the lands but the world as well. Ponies, gryphons, changelings, yax and more could come and visit the lands without fear or hate for the dragons. Dragons could visit other lands without ridicule or terror from other species.
Some bonds were created, not just in combining histories and cultures, but families too. Dragons with ponies, dragons with gryphons and other creatures too.
Dragons went to schools with ponies, dragons got jobs in cities, dragons were welcomed in Yax-yaxistan and dragons fell in love with other species.
But all this change, was not affected towards his daughter, who remained single for centuries. Yeah, the first century or so, she swore of being with anyone until the relationships between dragons and other species improved, but after awhile, she didn’t know if it was worth being alone.
“What ever happened to the young dragon, who helped you all that time ago? What was it… ‘Spud?’ ‘Spear?’ or something along those lines.”
Ember rolled her eyes at her father. “It’s ‘Spike’, father. His name is ‘Spike’, and I can’t go to him. He and Smolder hitched together before the first century. They are having their third clutch now.” A small sniff from her. ‘A missed opportunity and a huge regret of never asking.’
Torch grumbled, trying to think of other males. “What about Garble? He has surely improved over the centuries as well?”
Ember at one point, had clearly stated that she wouldn’t be with Garble, ‘if he was the last dragon on earth,’ quote to him. In truth, that really was a mistake, because Garble also turned to be a wonderful dragon too. He was a big softie at heart, especially when he accepted Spike as his brother when he hitched with Smolder.
In fact, because of his unique talents with music, poetry and such, he had gained a following of females… and males to be with him. At first, he was going to enjoy himself with many, but after a few lessons from Smolder and Spike, he settled with two females, both bringing him a healthy clutch of six in total in two centuries.
That was also something she hadn’t thought of until it was too late. Shaking her head, she looked away from the dragons and moved away. “He’s taken too, father. There is no one else.” She sadly moved past him. “No one wants to be with a Dragon Lord. Either to scared or don’t find me attractive enough.”
“There is someone out there Ember, you just have to look…”
“There is no one!” She snapped at him, her eyes glaring at him, with tears threatening to escape her ducts. Torch didn’t flinch. “There is no one! I have sat and waited, for four and a half centuries! Hoping that I would find some… dragon, someone that would love me, for me. Not just the title of Dragon Lord or my hoard size!” She sniffed and shook her head. “You were lucky! You found mother before you were Dragon Lord! I haven’t found a single dragon worth being with… and I never will!” With that, she hastily walked away from him, making her way back to her cave home.
In truth, Torch had noticed her trying to find a mate. Whether for a quick rump or a mate for life, he saw Ember go on endless hours trying to find a mate. Male or female, it didn’t stop her from trying, even repeating the same dragon over and over again, throughout the centuries. When he saw multiple failed attempts, he was there to see her hold her mask of strength, long enough for her to walk away and break down, away from the view of many potential suitors.
He never saw why. In dragon standards, she was beautiful. She was powerful, she was not shy and she commanded the dragons around her. Surely, that was enough to attract a single partner, no?
Yet, in the end, it would end the same with her leaving in tears or bitter anger, sometimes she lashed out at said dragon for not courting her. It would destroy certain aspects of her and the sheer fact that she had tried so hard in the centuries to bring ponies and dragons and other species closer together, it simply boggled his mind that no dragon would dare touch his daughter.
That struck a chord with him. Was it… because of him that she was single? Or was it because she was Dragon Lord that she was single? In truth, both or none were the answers. She could simply give up the mantle now, set up the Gauntlet of Fire and give the next champion.
But then… were would that leave her in the current state? Simply give up the mantle of Dragon Lord for the sake of pleasure or continue her duty to improve and teach the dragons?
A weak dragon lord gives up the mantle too easy, but a strong dragon would carry it through its final burden. Yet his daughter was suffering. He hadn’t suffered in his time as ruler. Ember’s mother had gone to the eternal sleep, placed in her final resting place. Ember herself was already old enough to understand, with only a few years later winning the Gauntlet of Fire. He had her and that was all. But she had no one. Friends plentiful, allies, more so than any dragon in history, but love… none.
The sun was already touching the horizon, flaring its final day before heat season would end and wouldn’t return for half a century. By the time it would come again, Ember would be five hundred years old and by then, it would be even rarer if any dragon would likely touch her at all. He grumbled and felt conflicted. He was not at all smart like his daughter, but he was smarter than he let on. However, this situation didn’t sit right with him and he felt that as a father, he had to do something for his daughter, before she would become bitter and old like many others. She would give up the Scepter and after that, be remembered as the Dragon Lord who changed everything but… had never been with a dragon to continue her legacy.
He knew that for now, there was one effort for him to try and cheer his daughter up, but the action it held, might end up alienating himself from her. If she couldn’t find a mate or someone to be with that didn’t want her, maybe she could be satisfied for someone whom knew her already.
He made his way towards her, following the trail of dried secretions that would lead him to her home.
Ember laid in her home, softly crying to herself in pity and despair. She would have hoped that this would be the year that she would get to be with someone, anyone. But the gods didn’t smile kindly to her. The next heat was in another half century and by then, she felt like no one would dare touch her, let alone mate her. It was rare, far and few.
She sniffed once more, before hissing, feeling her legs shake as her body demanded tension. Her slit was quivering, begging for any action and filling her with the dual ache she had for centuries.
Gradually, she had gotten used to the feeling but she would try to pleasure herself. Yet, each time she did, her body refused to give her the orgasm or climax she desperately needed. She had shoved stalagmites, large gems, and even plastic toys...commissioned by ponies in secrecy, to help alleviate her heat.
They helped, even with the magical implants to vibrate inside of her body to stimulate her. But as the centuries came, she was used to it so much that it no longer brought her pleasure. Eventually she stopped using them all together and they degraded into unusable plastic pieces.
Nothing worked on her now, even her own claws, tongue and tail failed to pleasure her. She was not old, not too old like her father, but she was filled with the dull ache that made her feel like an elderly. With nothing to satisfy her life, she would sleep her days away and dream of a life where she had made the choice to be with someone. Spike, Garble, even females. She would give up the mantle for Dragon Lord, if it meant she could be with someone… anyone.
The sound of large footsteps alerted her and she lifted her head from her paws, to see the form of her father entering her cave. Sniffing, she looked at him with confusion. “What are you doing here, father?”
“Why else? To take care of my daughter. She is clearly in distress and I need to aid her.” There was something in his words, something… primal or feral, that rippled in the air with his voice that tickled her ears. She felt a small tingle run up her spine, but she quickly ignored it, thinking it was her father being himself.
She shook her head and lowered her head back down to her front paws.
“I don’t need anything father. I just wish to sleep and forget that this half century is over with already.”
He snorted, allowing a plume of smoke to leave his nostrils. “So that’s it then? You give up? Your not gonna give any final tries to find a mate or partner?”
Ember inhaled and exhaled, loudly with a small whine leaving her.
“It's too late, father. No one would take me. At this point, I don’t think that a male would be able to bring me satisfaction anyway.”
“Hmmm.” was his only response. Again, a tingle ran down her spine. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, expecting her father to leave. But he didn’t and she could still feel his presence.
She then heard him approaching her, his footsteps lighter than usual, as if trying to approach her without creating tension, which failed. Her eyes remained closed but she felt his body suddenly next to hers. Without opening her eyes, she spoke, with her jaw somewhat limiting her words. “What are you doing father?”
There was a pause before he responded softly and slowly. “You said no male would want to bring you pleasure in anyway, but you also believe that no male would want you now.” The tone in his voice changed and her eyes immediately shot open with her head snapping up to look up at him.
He had moved closer to her own head, almost ten feet away from each other, which in dragon size standards, was pretty close. His orange eyes carried a certain charm that she had never seen on him before, unless he was talking about her mother. Everytime he would speak of her, his eyes would show signs of love, charismatic and adoration for the dragoness he fell in love with before.
Here… it was almost the same thing. But there was more. His jaw was tight, meaning he was expecting some sort of backlash or negative response from her. However, there were also hints of lust, with a tenement of a challenge on her believe no male could satisfy her. He looked ready to deal with any of her responses too. Negative or not, his body was ready and judging by the fact at how close he was, it would give her a reason to actually smack him and send him away.
Or… pull him in and demand that she be taken by him. Inbreeding wasn’t a taboo in the dragon lands, nor was it common. In desperate need to keep a line pure, or if siblings, cousins, have fallen in love or just fucked each other by accident in orgy pits, it was not frowned upon.
But direct incest, between father and daughter, son and mother, brother and sister, was rare. None were famous enough to be known, but they were heard of or mentioned in passing.
This lead to the scenario she was currently in now. Her father wanted to satisfy her, he wanted to prove that he was the male that she was seeking to please her. This was her last chance to find some happiness and pleasure after centuries of not finding anyone. He was a male, a big, powerful male… who raised her, cared for her, nurtured her to be who she is today.
He also had pleased her in times before. Somehow, she never thought of it as is but, her father at times when she was smaller, did he please her. When she was smaller, before and after the Gauntlet of Fire, she would bathe on his tongue, being cleaned by him.
Lava pits were nice and all, but being cleaned by tongue, let alone one that was warm, wet and wiggled in between your legs, was better than any lava pit or magma river. It was only until her first half century did she demanded him to stop cleaning her. And she missed that… more than anything.
Perhaps there was a way for her to be pleasured by her father, but not to seem to desperate as well.
She snorted and shook her head, playing it cool as Spike once told her. “Its to late father,” she spoke, her voice somewhat cracking at her hidden arousal. “I don’t think anyone can help me either way.”
She saw her father hesitate, almost feeling like he lost his chance, but she moved slightly on her side, exposing part of her belly. “But if you want to at least make me happy,” His eyes locked onto her own, seeing the hidden lust come out more and more. “Then you can bathe me.” She stretched her arms and legs slightly, splaying her legs just enough for him to get a glimpse of her labia, where he swore he saw her secretions beginning to flow, before she lowered her legs again to cover her slit. Her arousal was filling the cave, but its been here since the summer heat started. He had ignored it all together, knowing that it belonged to his daughter.
But this was the clearance he had now to enjoy it. To breathe it in deeply and know that it is fine to enjoy the smell of his daughter scent.
He kept his own cool, though again his voice betrayed the slight arousal in his throat. “If that is… what you wish, then I will obey, my Dragon Lord.” He purred the last two words, sending a ripple of tingles towards Ember. She shivered again, making her labia secrete more of her fluids, though he pretends not to notice.
Ember lowered her head onto her paws, closing her eyes. She waited for the first tongue to appear right in her legs, since he would start there, but instead, he had moved closer to her head. His giant head lowered to hers, breathing heavily on her. Ember shivered slightly, feeling her father’s hot breath passing over her face. She dared not open her eyes, especially if he was about to do something so wonderful. She wanted to enjoy it, feel everything he had to offer to her.
His maw touched gently over her face, brushing it slightly, grumbling in his throat at feeling her this close in so long. He watched her eyes twitch, but never opening at his acts. Gods… how she looked like mother. Perhaps that was the thrill and joy for him, that he would be able to please or satisfy her like his mate. She may even had the same spots as her mother did.
But this was a game of patience. Something he had plenty of… but his daughter not so much. He would see how long that would last.
His giant, large tongue came out and landed on her snout first, bringing a wet heap of saliva on her mouth. The contact sent Ember to shivers, her body having a short spasm at feeling her father’s fluids for the first time in centuries. She slightly opened her mouth, almost begging for it to penetrate her mouth and stuff his tongue in her.
Feeling her mouth par with a clear sign of invitation, the former dragon lord lapped at her mouth, letting his saliva first coat her snout. He wiggled his tongue, around her pointed mouth, murring as he lapped around it.
He pushed his mouth against hers, gently opening it with his own, using his mouth to spread her maw more and more and finally allowing his tongue to shoot into her mouth.
Ember softly moaned and closed her eyes, feeling her father’s tongue on her own. She tasted his salty, somewhat bitter tongue on her own, bringing in any flavor that was on it onto hers. His thick tongue pushed and played with her own, shoving as much of it into her as possible.
She almost fell back as he pushed as much of his tongue in her, until he pulled it out of her mouth, but not back into his. He allowed their saliva to linger, strings of them still in unison until he pulled and dragged his tongue out of her maw and began to draw it down her chin and throat.
Torch felt the ripples of her moans across her neck as he ran his tongue down it. He used his giant claws to carass the sides of her neck, while dragging his tongue up and down.
Ember’s legs wouldn’t stop quivering as her father continued to bathe her. Years and years of never receiving attention like this made her body begging for more and more. Both of them knew where this would lead to, but both reserved themselves until instincts and lust fully kicked in. For Ember, it was her drenching slit that continued to cascade fluids down her thighs and onto her legs and the cave floor. It filled the surrounding area with her scent and her father basked in it.
For Torch, his own organ had poked out of his own genital slit and began to slowly amass, his thick red shaft began to grow and length, as he continued to taste and tease his daughter. It would only grow as he began making his way down to her body.
He had already cleaned her breast area, back neck and between her arms. His actions moved him further and further south, moving at a fast pace, but never missing a spot on her body. Most of her top half already was wet and sticky, but Ember had still felt so dirty with her father doing this to her. Moans and slight growls of arousal would vibrate her throat, and huffs of smoke began to come in short burst from her snout.
Torch was really enjoying himself too, as his shaft was now at full mass and throbbing. It wasn’t centuries for him, like it was for Ember, since his organ had been out and about.
His mate never wanted him to keep to himself, just that he would always remember her. He did however; he would always think of his mate everytime his shaft was inside another female’s hole. He would always think of his mate’s tongue every time it was in the mouth of another’s. The many that he was with never cared that he would moan his old mate’s name, but for him the love was never there, just lust.
But for him, here and now, it was both. He saw his mate in Ember, he saw her features, her eyes, her moans… all of them were his mate’s and they carried onto Ember in perfection. She tasted almost the same as his mate but Ember was younger and toughened by the centuries of ruling.
Ember would curl her hind claws, just like her mother did when he would clean her too. Her moans brought back old memories, singing the same tune, the same vocal expression of his beloved.
At this point, he only stuck to her front, as her body was shiver as his tongue was nearing her passage. The scent of her body only skyrocketed as he moved closer. However, her legs were still covering her slit, preventing access to it.
“Spread your legs, Ember.” Ember tried to comply, desperately trying to lift her left leg but her body was weak from the arousal. “I said… spread your legs.” He growled, sending a shiver to her. She shuddered at his deep voice, feeling the rumble of his throat through her body and giving her the energy needed to lift her leg.
He used his claws to hold her leg up and gazing upon his prize. Ember’s pinkish labia was a quivering mess, open and secreting fluids that flowed down her thighs like a low running river. Torch leaned in, taking a deep whiff of her pure, lust and arousal, begging for all of it to be licked clean.
“This area in particular isn’t very clean Ember,” He grumbled, playing the part of the father. “Its practically ‘untouched’...” He hissed the last word, emphasizing on her past, somewhat shaming her on it. Yet, he found no issue with her being untouched.
“Untouched,” he continued. “... and left wanting.” He gentle blew hot air against her quivering hole, making Ember shiver and spasm, moaning loudly. Her legs wanted to close to preserve that feeling but her father, whom was larger and stronger, held her leg high and tight. He looked up at his spasming daughter. “Why have you left yourself… wanting?” He continued to tease or taunt her, she wasn’t sure which one, it was because her mind was in ecstasy. “Were you holding yourself for someone special?”
He continued to toy with her, blowing hot air against her labia, sending small squirts of juice from her hole. Bright pink around the edges, she was moaning like a desperate dragoness, begging to be mounted.
Perhaps, that was what she was. She was a desperate female in need of a male and she needed to be mounted, fucked and filled to the brim with seed. Sweet, strong and musky seed that needed to be inside of her and give her what she wanted.
Satisfaction…
He finally finished his relentless torture and pushed his snout directly on her labia, earning a moaning growl that vibrated in her throat and making all of her claws curl. Her thighs twitched or spasmed at his rough pressing against her body.
The fluids that dredged onto his snout, some landing upon his mouth and tongue, all but filled his body with a high so large, it rocked him to his core with a cocktail of powdered ruby blended into fresh meat. Copper and rock, combined to cascade upon the tongue, lighting up the taste buds like a volcano with blistering explosions. Tasting that was only half as good as a dragoness in heat, with her fluids that you could drink endlessly and forever.
Musk, heavy and sweet, with a light touch of the earth that slowly meshes together after years of sitting upon the salted grounds of years. The outer lips are what give it that musk, that earthly tones that reminded males of the lands they were born from. But the true taste is what lies within, the caverns deep of a female, where you shove your tongue and explore her depths.
The first time he ever tasted his mate’s hole, he knew that he had tasted the fluids of the goddess herself. It was this exact scenario, that he was tasting the daughter of the goddess, his daughter. His daughter carried his mate’s taste, but this was much sweeter, this was very different. The added bonus to this was that this was entirely taboo. Incest did have a certain added kick…
He buried his tongue in his daughter’s snatch, shoving as much as he could into her, spreading her walls, for the first time in a century. Ember’s moans vibrated the cave walls, bringing in pure ecstasy she hadn’t ever known before. Her father’s tongue had done so much in so little time that she had to achieve in centuries.
Torch shoved as deep as he could, pushing his thick hot tongue into her moist depths, spreading her walls further and further in. She continued to writhe and spasm under him. He held her legs apart but firm, preventing her from closing on him. He was stronger and bulkier than her, but he still made sure to handle her with care.
His own phallus had already long come out, with a throbbing shaft dripping with pre-cum from its tip. The organ was thick at the base, with barbs scattered from the base to the near, pointed cone shaped tip. It was dripping loads of his fluids onto the floor, creating a big puddle quickly. Very few dragonesses that he had been with could handle his load. Many found it difficult to drink or hold it in do to his vast quantity of seed. He was still the most massive dragon around, so his cum was a legend.
But none of that really mattered to him now. The only thing that mattered was his daughter’s aching loins. His tongue was thick enough to almost clog up her vent, preventing little of her secretions.
She constantly rocked her hips, to and fro as her father worked his organ in her labia. He drank from her hole, little leaving it from around his tongue. The sheer fact that she remained untouched is what truly made his special for him. No need of others having tainted her sweet body. No past deeds of other males shoving their orifices into her, nor foul odors from other’s leavings.
No, this was a pure dragoness, her fluids divine, her taste unmatched, and her passion… untamed.
The effort he put in her was small, but the sheer fact that she remained unclaimed and untouched, had her quickly approaching the fastest orgasm she had ever had in her life. Her walls were tightening around his tongue, her hips continued to push her father deeper and closer, while her moans and cries of ecstasy grew until she was a roaring mess of a dragon.
He memorized all the locations of her spots, her tingles as his claws dug into her legs. His snout had brushed her outer labia, clit being rubbed and pressed with his pointed snout. He took in the details, including her whipping tail that wouldn’t stay still, her wings closing and opening, her back arching or clenching as her ever closer release was imminent.
In an attempt to really push her over the edge, he growled deeply and loudly against her vent, rippling throughout her body, making her secretions shoot like a geyser from her loins. With a growl deep and his mouth pressed against her, he vibrates his next words into her body. “Cum for me.”
Ember released a vicious, orgasmic roar that shook the mountain walls around her. Her body gave a huge spasm as she released centuries of pent up lust, anger, frustration, need and many more emotions, into an explosive force. Torch had his entire mouth open but tightly pressed and surrounding her hole, as she flooded his mouth with her fluids.
The volume she released him was staggering but he was able to hold it all in, allowing very little of his daughter’s orgasmic fluids to leave his mouth. Her body shook and vibrated as her release continued for a bit, squirting deep and strong into her father’s mouth.
For a solid thirty seconds, Ember released like a volcano; powerful, strong and with passion. Her mind was reeling in the total ecstasy, the high that came from her orgasm, that her mind was blank and only enjoying the euphoria.
After those thirty seconds came, she finally stopped and her body slumped. Torch held his mouth pressed against her hole, allowing the remains of her secretions to drip into his mouth. He pulled away and closed it, feeling his mouth full of his daughter’s fluids, that swished inside.
His own organ had shot strands of pre-seed onto the floor and her lower legs, coating part of her in his seed. He was not out of experience, but he was needy and the flavor of his daughter only strengthened his body to what was to come.
Satisfied, he slowly lowered her legs and allowed her body to slump onto the floor. He then tilted his head lightly back and swallowed his full mouth of her fluids. He then paused, only allowing about half of its content to drain into his gullet.
The rest, he savored in his mouth, remembering deeply the wonderful and utterly rich taste of his daughter. All of this was his own high, his own ecstasy. His mind was blurred and lusted, thoughts of nothing filled it, except lust. Pure primal, untamed lust, but with it, the memory of his mate and the first time he had tasted her.
He saw his daughter panting on the floor, a quivering mess with a look of total satisfaction. Her eyes were filled with tears, though they were not tears of pain or sadness, but of joy. She had tears of happiness that she hadn’t experienced in nearly half a millennium. Something that made his own heart swell… along with his organ.
He half crawled to her head, bringing in his large frame in her view. Ember’s eyes were half lidded, her mind slowly returning from her post-orgasm. When her eyes were suddenly darkened, her father was in her vision. His maw had her secretions dripping from the edges.
Neither of them said words to one another, but that was okay. They were not done yet. He leaned down towards her and pushed his snout against her, allowing some of her fluids to smear on her own.
It wouldn’t be the first time she had experienced her own taste, nor she knew it wouldn’t be the last. Her father had yet to open his mouth, so that meant he had something for her. Cocking her head slightly to the side, she opened it and gave her father access.
He pushed his muzzle into her mouth, spreading it slowly. With a low rumble from his throat, he opened the gates and allowed Ember to take in her own fluids, mixed with her father’s saliva. She moaned as her tastebuds flared with her own secretions bathing them, causing more of her own fluids to gush from her vent.
Torch then pushed his tongue back against her, trying to wrap her appendage with his, mixing and spreading her own taste. Ember moaned in delight, her body quivering as father swirled and played with her tongue. He clashed with it, pushing past it and trying to shove it down her throat.
As the father and daughter couple continued to wrestle with their tongues, Torch had moved over his daughter’s waist area and began to align his organ with her opening. It was easily bigger than she would have been comfortable with… if she was paying attention.
He made sure to keep her distracted as he began to run his long, thick meat across her scales. Ember was too much of haze to really pay attention, albeit the hot attention was warranted. Torch began to grind his overly large shaft against his daughter, spreading his pre-seed on her lower belly and smearing her juices with it.
He never played like this with other dragonesses, nor did he show much attention. None of them deserved the love and care he had for the two most beautiful females in the world. His previous partners were either quick and done or starving desperate egg warmers. All of them finished early do to his sheer size and powerful form.
But none had ever felt as good as his daughter and her mother. No, this was a feeling that could not be matched.
Sheer agony burned in Ember’s loins, are her father continued to mess with her, pressing his shaft over her opening but never really pushing the tip in.
Ember removed her mouth away from his. “P-P-Please f-father! I-I need this!” she begged, whining like the many before him.
He stopped and looked at his pleading daughter. He saw his daughter, a wanting, beautiful dragoness that hasn’t been touched in half a millennium. He saw his flesh and blood below him, in heat; a desire to be breed and be claimed by a male whom would protect her, love her, and tell her everyday, that she was wanted by someone.
Torch, former Dragon Lord, successor to Dragon Lord Scales, claimed his daughter, Current Dragon Lord Ember, as his mate.
“You will be bred,” he growled to her ear, leaning down. “You will be filled with my seed,” He pulled back, trying to align his tip with her opening. “You will become gravid with our young,” The tip of his pointed shaft slowly began to spread her dripping honeypot, pushing in and allowing him access. “My flood will quench your fires, long burning.” His organ pushed through and began to expand her walls, making her cry in ecstasy, feeling her father spread her. He leaned down and licked the tears from her eyes. “And... my love for you will be eternal. You will never know loneliness, as long as I live.”
The tears never stopped, her heart beat heavily not just with lust but joy, and her long burning loins that ached to be quenched by seed, was going to happen. For a moment, silence reigned between the two, their breathing laboured and hot. Their hearts beat in unison and their eyes burned with the lust and love both had needed.
“I love you.” It was more than just simple words to them, it was a bond. And that bond came through.
Torch shoved the rest of his large shaft deep into the womb of his daughter, causing her to scream in pleasure as her father’s incredibly long organ penetrated her. He was massive, spreading her like she never would have experienced. He was easily twice the capacity that her whole was, with him slowly spreading as much as he could using her secretions to slide right in.
Yet, he did not try to harm his lover/daughter, as he pushed in. He watched her reactions as his shaft continued to push in, making its way deep into her. Torch felt his shaft was half way into her, still seeing no signs of pain or discomfort. This let him know that he fine pushing more in.
As he did, Ember’s body spasmed as another orgasm tore through her, finally being penetrated by a real phallus instead of a fake one, and sending her mind into a hazy fit, crying out as she released. Her body squirted what fluids it could through her opening but it clogged up as her father’s large organ fully began to seal her up.
Finally, Torch had reached his limit, or rather his daughter’s. He felt her womb from the tip of his member, signaling her limit but showing that he was at least three quarters deep inside. Her body outlined the penetrating organ between her legs up to her belly.
Her face portrayed total ecstasy and bliss, with no intellectual speech leaving her maw. Her claws were dug into his arms, almost penetrating his scales, with her hind legs wrapped as much as it could around his waist. Her tail would have trashed to and fro, had he not wrapped it with his bigger tail.
Once she had adjusted to his weight, his girth and the orgasmic feeling of having a full, thick shaft plunged deep into her moist depths, she gave a whine, asking for it.
“K-Keep g-going father!”
He didn’t complain but he started slow. He pulled slowly on his shaft, letting his barbs scrape across her walls, fueling the fire in her loins and making her moan loudly as they brushed her sensitive walls. Once he had managed to pull half of himself out of her, he slowly sank right back in, scraping her walls and making her moan.
He continued this at a slow pace, wanting his daughter to become accustomed to his size and weight, while also truly allowing her body to memorize his girth. He was big; too big that the outline of himself could be seen from her belly. When he did see that, he could feel and see the twitch from her abdomen, and that was something he always like to see.
The pace slowly increased, still trying to keep to his daughter’s need, bring more juices from her stretched vent and pouring out onto her thighs or smearing her juices with her father’s, creating wet, squelching noises at the increased thrusts. Her claws would clench and unclench everything he moved in and out of her. At this point, she had an instinct to bury them into her mate above her.
Sensing her need for this, he wrapped his arms around her back, using his massive hindlegs to slowly bring her to a rise and pulling her close. “Go ahead, my mate.” he encouraged, feeling her claws wrapping on his arms. “Do what you feel the need to do.” He brought up his shaft completely out, holding her up and hovering just about his pointed tip, before bringing her down hard upon him.
Ember’s eyes widen and she screeched loudly from the sudden penetration, her claws immediately dug into the arms that held her and sunk right in. Her hind legs wrapped tighter around his waist to prevent him from leaving. The lashing tails of hers was still wrapped around his but twitched madly in pleasure. Her jaws immediately bit hard into his right shoulder and sinking her fangs into his scales. Lastly, her body convulsed, as a second orgasm tore through her and began to flood with secretions that poured from her opening and making loud splashes on the floor that echoed the cave.
Torch barely flinched at the pain, having already received so many bites and claw marks, that his body was used to it. In fact, if one were to look closely, a lot of scales were shown healed scarring or missing patches of them, from the many females he has mated with. But this one was special.
HIs daughter was quivering in his arms, teeth and claws still imbedded within his body and his shaft was positively drenched with her juices with more of it running down his own thighs. Torch wanted to make this special, he wanted her to remember this and just knowing that this was the last female he would ever touch because he vowed to keep it that way, it made this all worth it.
His large arms held her in the air for a bit, letting her orgasm fade and feeling her claws and teeth unclench from him. Ember slowly regained her reality and felt blood touch her tongue. Once her focus returned, she saw that her teeth had sunk into her father’s shoulder and drew blood from him. Instantly regret and fear filled her.
Torch gave a smile and leaned down to lick her face of any worries. “You just experienced your first mating bite..” he paused and wiggled his arms a bit to show the small droplets of blood that ran down his arms. “And your first orgasm with a male being inside you.” He growled to her ear, feeling her shiver. “Do you want me to continue?”
She weakly nodded. With her permission, he began the deep and steady rhythm of rutting his daughter. He let gravity do most of it, raising her body before dropping her back onto his shaft. Her form was light, easily held in his giant strong arms with each lift barely draining his energy.
Ember had never felt so much care and love at the moment. The embrace, the euphoria, the continuous ecstasy that wracked her body with her father’s endless rutting. At this point, her mind was gone and her intelligence was gone, with lust and pleasure filling her head.
Torch had been with dragonesses that think that they could handle it, but he was strong. He was big. He was pure power and he knew that when it came down to it, few could match his prowess in mating.
But he himself also had limits for his constant teasing and his daughter’s tight walls were pushing his. The taboo made his mind relish in the act, the feeling of a small body made him push deeper to fill in any gaps. His energy was not waning but his lower organs were reaching their peak. He had spilling large amounts of pre-seed into his daughter’s womb but he knew he had to give her the rest of it. She craved it, she needed it, she… deserved it.
With a growl, he hefted her tighter to himself, ferociously trusting into her body. Torch began to use his remaining energy to make his daughter climax as much as possible.
“From father to daughter, I give you my will,” he growled next to her ear, his shaft began to swell while his internal sacs began to shrink with the release. “My essence and my blood, you will bare the fruit of my young.” He felt his organ began to build up. “My love for you will be eternal.”
“Fill me father!” She roared, “Please! Give me your seed!”
He growled and furiously pumped himself into his daughter, filling the cave with her screams and moans. The floor below them already created a giant puddle of their combined fluids and love making. Torch was nearing his point, he could feel his seed pushing its way up towards his tip, feeling the impending climax.
At long last, he growled and slammed his daughter down, deep and hard upon his shaft. Ember screeched, one final time as a might orgasm tore through her body, sending her to the highest level of ecstasy her body had ever been, flushing all her juices from her body and squirting them any place it could around her father’s shaft.
Torch held his daughter tightly, feeling her body tighten all around him, her walls suffocating his spire in a tight bind, but still managed to push in the bulbous flood up his urethra and firing his load deep into his daughter’s womb. The thick shots of hot seed fired, powerful and strong, ropes of unending torrents began to flood the cavern.
What wasn’t filled with pre-seed, was already being washed out by the thicker, lava like intensity, of his white cream. Ember body began to expand lightly, of course this being more realistic due to size differences. Her womb expanded at the amount of her father’s seed filling every part he could, guaranteeing her imminent impregnation. The millions of swimmers that would make their way into her eggs and beginning the first stages of life.
Torch held onto his daughter, keeping his shaft still deep in her, despite most of is beginning to spill out of her used hole. The amount of endorphins that had been pumped into her brain, along with the orgasms that she had endured and the onslaught of her father’s aggression, finally burned her energy out. Her vent was numb but her fires that had long burned for almost five hundred years, had finally been snuffed out by the floods of her father.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she slumped upon her father, passing out from sheer exhaustion and pleasure. Torch huffed and growled cheerfully to himself.
“And that makes twenty two females passed out, of the thirty I’ve been with.” He sighed as his organ began to die down, his seed guzzling into light streams from his tip. He lowered his daughter down, onto her back to rest. He kept himself inside of her, trying to keep much of his seed inside of her as possible. There was no doubt that she was going to be gravid with the amount he had unloaded in her, but… there was less of a clean up if her body absorbs most of the fluids.
He stayed like that until his organ retreated safely back into his slit, which allowed some of his seed to pour from her vent. Ember was quietly breathing, sleeping soundly and just, with a smile touching the corners of her jaw. For the first time, she had been claimed and she had been bred, where in seven to eight months, she would lay eggs.
Torch had sired many eggs, most he never saw the end results, nor the care for them. Many have sought his hoard or his status, but he never gave them anything. Only two have ever deserved to hold a place into his heart. He would never forget his first mate, nor the love the shared when they brought forth their ‘teardrop’ of joy to the world. But now, he would hold another place in his heart for his daughter, that excelled other dragons he had sired.
His new hatchlings would be cared for and loved. They would learn about the world, but a much… kinder world. Where dragons could be friends with ponies, changelings and other creatures. They would learn there was more to life than greed or fighting. They would learn peace and prosperity, along with loving anyone, if their heart should choose. He would make sure that when they were ready, he would allow them to explore the world with no bounds, no barriers and no hatred for dragons.
That was his role now, his final gift as a former dragon lord to his daughter. He would give her and their hatchlings the love they deserved. Laying by her side, he pulled his daughter close to his body and laid a giant wing over her, while placing paw around her waist, where he knew life anew would begin.
Author's Note
Got damn this took me a f
king month to do! Thank god for the extended dead line. This one I had planned in short for Dragon tails my other works and a short series. However with the amount of work I have, I cant afford to make another so for now, this is it.
This is for the contest and I hope everyone enjoys.
Again, glad to be one of the few writers here whom have tackled this kind of incest relationship first! So yay to me and hopefully I inspire more!
Also, how the F
ck do we not have a Torch tag yet, but we got those new ponies from that hour short already? 
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