The Dragon Shifters Omega Breeder

Thirteen

Rhyland opened his mouth wide, engulfing her tiny p***y. Gaz was penetrating him from behind, the Male’s thick c**k keeping a punishingly slow pace; never quite reaching the stim spot inside him. The Beta was doing it on purpose. The longer he spent with Gaz’s d**k pulsing inside him the more of his hormones would be transferred. It would help his body produce an egg very quickly. At this rate he would have one by tomorrow.

Lillah’s taste was on his tongue. She was divine, sweet and scrumptious. It was no hard ship that he had been commanded to devour more of her. Her hips were rolling. One orgasm wasn’t enough for their sweet Omega. No doubt she’d enjoyed it but she wasn’t sated. That was obvious from how slick she still was, how her p***y still pulsed and she still moaned.

“What’s he doing to you, baby girl?” Gaz growled form behind. “Tell me.”

“He has his whole mouth over my pussy.” She looked down, his top lip covered almost all of her mound.

“How does it feel?”

“Hot and wet.” She moaned. “Oh f**k!” She shouted in surprise. “Ah, oh, oh Goddess.”

“Tell me, tell me baby girl.” The Beta demanded, eyes dark as he watched her writhing, panting and wiggling.

“He’s f*****g me with his tongue! Holy s**t, holy shit.” She gasped, arms flailing. The Omega grabbed the bed sheets, fingers digging into the material.

“Is he going to make you c*m, baby girl?”

“Yes, yes.” Lillah felt his thick tongue going in and out at pace, it reached deep inside her, licking before returning to a rhythmic thrust. She felt on the verge of exploding.

Tell him he’s a good boy, and c*m on his tongue, Gaz mind-linked her, seeing the muscles of her flat stomach tense.

“Mmm,” She tired to find her words, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna, OH, ggg-oood booooy!” She screamed, whole body jerking and convulsing with out restraint. Hot liquid gushed into Rhyland’s mouth as she came. All her slick juices being squeezed out as her p***y clamped around his tongue.

Lillah sighed; her whole body went limp. By the Goddess, she felt like she was glowing. Rhyland licked her clean as Gaz began to pick up his pace. The Vermale then slid her sweaty, spent body down the bed and under his arm at his side. He hugged her to him as the orgasm built inside him.

“Good boy.” Lillah whispered softly, stroking Rhyland’s face. He gasped and cried, tears running down his cheeks as the pleasure built to an almost painful level. “Shhhh, shhh, breathe.” She told him sweetly. Is he hurting you? The Omega mind-linked Rhyland. She knew what it was like to be hurt in that way.

No, Rhyland reassured her.

Gaz kept his focus, pushing Rhyland to his limit. The quicker they could get an egg inside Lillah the better. Once that obligation was out of the way he could move them both to his quarters; they could even have a little fire hatchling of their own.

“Gaz…” the Vermale cried, “please…”

“Almost, Rhy, just a little more.” Gaz’s own c**k was throbbing, rock hard and eager for release. His balls were heavy and hot. Sweat dripped down his lower back, his hair was stuck to the back of his neck.

“I, I can’t,” Rhyland panted, his body was trying for a second release but there was no egg. The muscles in his c**k were pushing, trying to draw up nothing. An orgasm that kept building but wouldn’t release.

“Ok, ok, here we go.” The Beta pushed forward that last extra inch, hitting the gland deep inside the Vermale. He upped the pace but made the strokes shorter, rubbing the spot vigorously with the tip of his c**k. The cup shape moulding around the gland perfectly.

Rhyland’s body responded to the new stimulation with fervour. A heat spiralled though him, the egg pouch inside him spasmed.

The Vermale made an incoherent noise. An oocyte became ripe due to the Beta’s ministrations and Rhyland’s spasming egg pouch shook it down from the ovary. The Vermale’s ovulation initiated his alternate release. He orgasmed as the pouch filled with all the components needed to form the yolk, albumen and gelatinous membrane around the ripe oocyte.

Rhyland went slack, spent just as Lillah was but Gaz wasn’t done with him. The Beta pulled out and flipped his Mate over. Hooking a hand around the back of Rhyland’s neck the Male pulled him up. Lillah watched, curious, as Gaz pushed his c**k deep into Rhyland’s mouth and came with a grunt. She watched as his balls contracted over and over, squeezing every drop out and down the Vermale’s throat. A tired Rhyland swallowed it all down, gulping, his muscular belly becoming bloated.

Gaz breathed hard, finally done. He had successfully initiated the production of an egg and fed Rhyland an inordinately large amount of his ejaculate. The Vermale would probably sleep for the next 24 hours while his body used the nutritious c*m to expedite the ripening of the egg.

Lillah watched as Gaz carefully lowered Rhyland down onto the bed. His eyes were closing and there was glittering red c*m at the corner of his mouth. She reached out and rubbed his belly.

“Is that the egg?” She whispered.

“No, the egg is behind here.” Gaz touched the base of Rhyland’s c**k. “This,” he placed a hand on the Vermale’s belly, over Lillah’s “is all my seed that he swallowed. Seed from a Oemale or a Male can be used to fertilize and egg but it can also act as a high nutrition food source. Rhy will have an egg ready in around a day and then we can try again.”

Lillah’s tired body quivered. She was excited but a little worried.

“So how do we know you haven’t already fertilized the egg?” She looked up at him with sleepy blue eyes. Gaz smiled; he loved her curiosity.

“That entrance contains a gland that stimulated egg production but the egg is completely sealed off from it.” Gaz went to the cupboard and grabbed a towel. “Eggs are either fertilized once they are inside the Oemale,” he explained while gently wiping off the fluid from Rhyland’s first release from the Vermale as he slept, “or while inside the Vemale’s pouch through here.” The Beta lifted Rhyland’s c**k and showed her the gaping hole at the end.

“You put your p***s, inside his p***s?” She asked amazed.

“Yup.”

“Then why doesn’t the Vermale just carry the egg to the end?”

“Vermale hormones prevent the egg from developing a shell and keep it in developmental stasis.” He explained, going to wipe his own c*m off Rhyland’s face when Lillah put her hand on his, staying the advance. Then she leant over and licked it off, cleaning the Vermale’s face. Rhyland smiled in his sleep. “Nicely done, baby girl.” She blushed a little, crawling up towards the pillows.

“Now you two are Mates, do you think Rhyland will mind if I show you the rock he gave me?”

“I’m sure that would make him very happy.” Gaz moved Rhyland up to the pillows as well, then dumped the wet blankets off the bed, replacing them with fresh ones.

“There’s going to be a lot of laundry.” The Omega sighed. She knew about laundry, although, she supposed, there was probably more to wash in dragonpacks than wolfpacks considering the rate at which wolves shredded their clothes. Gaz chucked.

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t have to do any of it. Now, time for a nap.” Gaz climbed in so Lillah was sandwiched between them.

“What about Neeri’s run?” Lillah yawned.

“If you think you can run right now, we will go.” Gaz lifted the blanket a little.

“Mm, later.” She pulled it back down, getting rid of the draft. Her eyes were so heavy.

“Sleep, baby girl, you’ll get your run before trying for the egg again. I promise.” Gaz kissed her forehead. And with that Lillah snuggled down and fell asleep listening to the soft breathing of her two dragon-shifters.