The Dragon Shifters Omega Breeder

Seven

Gaz shut the door behind himself feeling torn. Breeth was rather adamant about wanting her. He wasn’t faring much better himself. He took a deep sniff of his hand, the one that had been touching her face. The scent was making his loins stir. She smelled like volcanic ash. That was his favourite.

I will speak to Galcalar, Breeth was formulating a plan. He will persuade the Alpha King that she should be ours. Lillah, such a pretty name. And her eyes! Beautiful blue. So many things we like are blue – Topaz, Sapphires, Turquoise. Oh, what about blue granite? Don’t you just adore blue granite?

Breeth, shut up. You’re acting like a hatchling and giving me a headache in the process.

Uh-huh, a ‘headache’. That is not where our ache is and you know it. The dragon chuckled.

Look, once she has successfully produced a hatchling there will be no issue with us making a move. Until then we have to steer clear. It’s really not too long to wait. If like most of the Omega’s she becomes pregnant from the first try then it’s only going to be three months at the most.

Gaz… she didn’t have a strong reaction to any of the Vermale scents. We know what that means. It will likely take several attempts before the egg takes and even then she may not be able to fertilise it in time. Remember Jessy? She practically lived on Henry’s groin for five years before they managed it.

Ok, ok, we will speak to Alpha King Keegan but not tonight. It is only the first day that she is here and you know he will tell us to give it time for her to produce an egg before he even considers if he will release her from this obligation.

Ok, let’s stop standing outside her door and go get some relief.

Gaz could hear her exploring the rooms. Evidently Lillah had just discovered the gigantic bed. There were a multitude of happy giggles emanating from behind the door as she bounced on the bed. Oh how he wished they were bouncing on it together.

Yes, he told Breeth before reaching out to another through the mind-link, Jory? Are you busy?

Not particularly Beta Gaz, is there something I can help you with? Jory, the cute Oemale that Gaz often hooked up causally with replied.

Would you like to meet me in your quarters? Gaz asked, knowing Jory would know what he meant. Gaz felt Jory’s excitement through the mind-link.

I’m already there! Came the happy reply.

Jory’s rooms were on the other side of the Nest so Gaz headed to the nearest landing platform. It was typical for dragon-shifters to fly from one end of the Nest to the other either through the large corridors or around the outside. Beta Gaz felt like he needed some fresh air so had decided to take the outdoor route.

On his way he passed an elderly wolf Omega. She was long past breeding age; her hair had even turned white and there were wrinkles on her face. Gaz knew all of the Omegas by name, having been there for all the collections.

“Evening, Patty.” He nodded in passing.

“Evening, Beta Gaz.” She nodded back.

“Oh, Patty? Could I ask you something?” Gaz turned back.

“Of course, Beta Gaz.” The elderly Omega smiled, turning to face him.

“Rather an odd question and given how things are, a little embarrassing, but, er, the rocks? The newest Omega says wolf-shifters aren’t particularly interested in rocks?”

Patty smiled, holding in a laugh.

“Beta Gaz, I’m afraid that it is true.”

“What do wolf-shifters like then?”

“Many things.” She motioned to the books she was carrying. “For instance, I like books but everyone is different.”

“Thank you, that was very helpful.”

“Glad to be of service, Beta Gaz.” And with that Patty continued on her way.

I disagree, that wasn’t helpful at all.

At least it’s confirmed and Lillah didn’t leave us clueless – we know she likes plants. Gaz stepped off the landing platform, shifting into Breeth as he fell through the air. The evening was cool. They flew in silence, thinking about Lillah as they flew…

I’m here, Gaz told Jory, standing outside of the Oemale’s door.

Come on in.

Gaz walked in as he had done many times before. Like wolf-shifter Omegas, Oemales had an inner beast and the ability shift. While they were no less in tune with their dragon, they did not have the desire or need to shift as often or at all so many of them lived in quarters that were similar to the ones the wolf-shifter Omegas lived. Gaz’s quarters like most Males and Vermales were large enough to shift in and he had furniture that would fit his dragon form as well as his unshifted form.

“Busy day, huh?” Jory handed him a glass of wine.

“Yeh, it was tribute collection day.”

“I don’t know why you let it stress you out so much. We take better care of them here than their so called ‘Alphas’ do.”

“Jory… seeing them have their packbonds ripped away is horrific. It never gets easier.” Gaz gulped the wine, feeling a little better for the alcohol seeping into his blood stream.

“Well,” Jory took the now empty glass, “let me make you feel better.” He stood on his tiptoes to deliver a kiss. Oemales were usually smaller than both Vermales and Males. Jory was about 6’ 5” with jet black hair and eyes that were like hammered iron flecked with copper. He was easy company, not just in the bedroom but generally.

He deepened the kiss, one arm snaking around Gaz’s back to pull him closer. Jory’s member was already hard, Gaz could feel it pressing against his upper thigh. Gaz surrendered himself to Jory, allowing the Oemale to take the lead. It was their way. Whoever’s quarters they found themselves in was the dragon-shifter that took control. It was their way of keeping things even between themselves.

Jory’s lips moved with urgency. His tongue dipped into Gaz’s mouth, his hand went lower, grabbing the Beta’s ass. At the Oemales touch the stress of the day began to fade and Gaz’s own loins stirred in earnest. He momentarily regretted not inviting Jory to his quarters instead. That way he could have pounded into Jory, imagining it was Lillah but this was better. He didn’t have to think. He could just be here; in the moment.

Jory tugged on Gaz’s shirt, pulling him towards the bedroom while keeping their lips pressed together. He pushed Gaz on to the bed, excited to have the Beta in a position where he could access all of him.

“Goddess blessed, I swear you get sexier every time I see you.” Jory growled, clambering on top of him. With his hands under Gaz’s shirt Jory ground his ass down on the Beta’s hard bulge. Gaz groaned, closing his eyes for a second. With one hand Jory stroked the Beta’s slightly parted lips. He ran his fingers down Gaz’s chin, tracing his wind pipe to the base of his throat. His other hand inspected Gaz’s firm pecks and cut abs. Jory licked his own lips, anticipation curling in his gut as he unzipped his own trousers. He took Gaz’s hand and wrapped it around his pulsing erection. “Oh, I’m so hard for you.” He panted breathily. “Take off your shirt, before I rip it off.” Jory demanded, enjoying being in charge.

Gaz pushed up off the bed just enough to reach over his head with the hand not holding Jory’s member, grab the shirt at the nape of his neck and pull the whole thing over his head.

“Now mine.” Jory whispered hungrily. Gaz obliged, pulling off the Oemales shirt with one hand while pumping his meat with the other. Jory was muscular, well defined with a hairless chest and a pierced n****e. “Oh, Goddess, yes.” He moaned as Gaz swished his tongue over the piercing as he continued to work his arousal. Jory slammed both his palms into Gaz’s chest pushing him back down on the bed. Bursting with desire the smaller dragon-shifter tugged off his own trousers before straddling Gaz’s chest. Jory lined his c**k up with Gaz’s mouth, then slowly pressed it all the way in.

Gaz took the whole thing. It slid down his throat, hot and pulsing. Jory moaned, leaning forward slightly he began to work his hips, f*****g the Beta’s throat. He built the pace enjoying the wetness and Gaz’s gasping breaths between the big thrusts. The pleasure built rising to the edge.

Not wanting to spill his seed yet, the Oemale grabbed the base of his c**k; squeezing until the need to ejaculate faded. He pulled his c**k, dripping with Gaz’s saliva, from the Beta’s mouth. Jory kissed his glistening lips, melting into them as he shimmied down Gaz’s hard, muscular body and undid his trousers.

Jory moved from the Beta’s lips, kissing his jaw, nipping his neck; all the while pulling Gaz’s trousers down and over his hips to the point where he could kick them off himself.

“Spread your legs.” Jory commanded, burning with the need to sink himself deep into Gaz’s flesh. Jory got into position between Gaz’s legs. Sitting on his heels, he put the Beta’s legs over his own shoulders, grabbed Gaz’s hips and pulled his ass up into position. Jory rubbed the tip of his p***s over Gaz’s entrance, the special glands there coating his anus with a lubricating secretion that also contained a relaxant and hormones. All dragon-shifter had these glands; vital for fitting their enormous equipment inside each other.

“Oh, oh fuck.” Gaz writhed, gasping for air as Jory speared him. Oemales like Jory had long c***s, perfect for slipping into a Vermale or an Oemale to fertilise the egg. It was also perfect for hitting that sweet spot deep inside the Beta. Jory sighed in relief, his d**k finally all the way inside of Gaz. “Jory, Jory, please.” Beta Gaz begged, the hormones from Jory’s c**k making him desperately horny. Gaz’s large c**k was rock hard and in need of stimulation. His balls ached, full of seed that needed to be released.

Jory crunched forward, wrapping his arms around Gaz’s thighs to hold the Beta’s legs to his body as well as being able to grab the Males engorged manhood with two hands. Males’ c***s were not quite as long as an Oemales but they were thicker. The tip was different to most species, instead of a rounded, bell-shaped end it was concave; the purpose being to press against a certain gland inside of a Vermale to help stimulate egg production and release, or to assist with the birth of an egg.

The Beta, on his back, being dominated by Jory brought the hand that had cupped Lillah’s face to his nose. Her scent spiralled his arousal making him whimper needily. Jory licked around the rim of Gaz’s slick head, tasting the rich blend of hormones on his tongue.

“Damn, Gaz.” Jory breathed, open mouthed. The air extenuated the flavour. “That is potent, what’s got you so hot and bothered.” He chuckled, giving Gaz’s manhood one long stroke. The Beta’s breath hitched, whole body tingling at the feeling.

“Lillah.” Gaz sighed dreamily. “An Omega breeder we picked up today.”

“You just got the hots for her or is she a potential mate?” Jory asked curiously while teasing Gaz’s c**k.

“Just hot for her.” The Beta moaned. A wolf-shifter-dragon-shifter pairing was exceedingly rare.

“Well, you sexy stud – you can call me Lillah if you want to…” Jory grinned, unfazed due to the casual nature of their relationship.

“Jory, you’re so weiiird.” Gaz’s words got distorted as Jory’s fingers pressed against a particularly sensitive spot

“Just saying – no judgement if you scream her name when I make you cum.” The Oemale growled.

Jory began to rock back and forth on his heels. Fast pumping that kept him deep. Gaz gripped the bed sheet with one hand, keeping the one with Lillah’s scent pressed up to his nose. Jory’s d**k was as deep inside as it could possibly go. Gaz moaned, gulping down air. The deep stimulation and Jory’s hormones being absorbed by his body had Gaz’s balls go from just aching to swelling with seed. They grew rounder and hot. The Beta whimpered needily, the veins on his c**k bulging.

“Jory…” He cried out, begging the Oemale to stimulate him more.

“Clench.” Jory asked him, breathing the word softly. Gaz did as he was told, clenching his ass around Jory’s d**k. “Oh, oh,” Jory continued thrusting, the tightening around the base of his c**k bringing him close. “Damn, your balls are so big,” he panted, squeezing Gaz’s c**k and pumping it hard “I bet your little Omega would be dripping for days if you put all that inside her. Or would you make her drink it? Her belly would be so round from being full and it would drip from her lips and chin. I bet it would spew out of you so fast it would come out of her nose as well. You’d make her eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner but she would still beg you for snacks in between. Are you going to c*m for her Gaz, you going to c*m for your Omega.”

Jory was right on the cusp and so was Gaz. Jory’s words were conjuring tantalising images of Lillah, thoroughly satisfied and covered in his seed.

“She’ll scream your name, Gaz. Lillah will c*m so hard on your c**k that she passes out.” Jory’s hips bucked forward, hard and he came with a choking noise. With Oemale’s having such long c***s their orgasm’s came with great force to ensure the ejaculate travelled the full length. His balls were squeezed so hard they were pulled inside his body. Body convulsing and jerking from the power of his release, Jory continued to work the Beta’s c**k. Any second now he would explode either from the manual stimulation or from the biochemicals that had been released with Jory’s seed inside Gaz’s body.

The Beta spasmed. His balls tightened, all his muscles tensed and he came hard just as Jory pressed his lips over the head of his c**k. The Oemale gulped and gulped, swallowing the massive stream of c*m that poured out of Gaz. Gaz’s body convulsed as he was hit with orgasm after orgasm until he had pumped out every drop of seed and his balls were entirely empty.

Eyes dilated, head fuzzy with post orgasm glow, Gaz looked at Jory with satisfaction. Jory wore a knowing smile as well as Gaz’s red c*m on his lips, it glittered like crushed rubies. The Oemale slid his length out and moved into Gaz’s arms to snuggle. They fell asleep content in each other’s company.