Laying in the thick of it
A warm bath with company
The Dragon Lands, home of the dragons. Home of greedy, fire spewing, and gem munching reptiles that like a simple life. Wake up as late as possible, eat crunchy gems, fight off other dragons for a hoard, swim or surf in lava and lastly, bathe in the finest and most luxurious pool in all of the lands.
Now, when someone were to hear that outside of the dragon lands, they would automatically think pools of lava or pools of water. What many don’t know is that most luxury pools in the Dragon Lands were neither of those but something much more… exotic. And what that exotic pool involved was Dragon Seed.
With Dragon Seed, it was a no-brainer what it meant and what it exactly entails. A dragon presumably a large one at that or many, many smaller ones at that and would dig a hole or find one, near the lava areas to begin filling it.
Prior to starting, they would also fill the pool with rocks or crystals, then breathe fire on them to heat them up and seal the cracks in between to prevent the pool from evaporating or leaking out. The one large dragon/multiple dragons would then masturbate to unleash their seed into the pool until they were exhausted or it was full. It was preferred to have the pool filled in a single day within a set hours. If males were spent but didn’t fill the pool in time, it would dilute the pool or even with continuous supported heat from below, may lose its luster, so to speak. It is also known that dragon seed helps rejuvenate scales and keep them clean of bacteria and scale rot. Same could be said for female ejaculation but that’s a different story.
Currently, Dragon Lord Ember was commissioning a pool right now and that involved her gargantuan father, both for digging the pool and filling it. The former dragon lord had scraped out four scopes of earth far away enough not to be bothered by a lot of locals, but near a volcano with an active underground lava river. It was also wide enough and deep enough for her and her companions which were about six including her.
“You know, if more teens like yourselves ask more of the adults of this,” Torch began as he threw the second scoop of dirt to the side, “-you might actually keep the elder dragons happier.”
His daughter who hovered by him, gave a small nod albeit with a grunt. “Yeah, but most only want compensation to stay and watch or mate with us.” She argued, tapping the Bloodstone scepter bottom tip with her foot. “I just want a bath for today with me and my companions. I don’t need to be spied on or looked at with perverted lust by older males.” She gave a huff and pointed with the Scepter to the dirt pile. “That is why I also need a dome to shelter us from view.”
Torch grumbled a bit as he began to scoop the dirt into a half dome around the dug hole. “And you think it's so wrong for an elder to take a look at young dragons bathing in their seed?”
“Don’t be so perverted dad!” Ember gave a wave. “Most of the dragons here want to try and lay with us whenever they see us alone. We just wanna be left to our own without some drake trying to lift our tails and mount us.”
“You are Dragon Lord, Ember! No one dares touch you, lest they face your consequences or mine!” He growled. Ember smiled at that, despite him no longer being the Dragon Lord, he was still her father until the very end. “Besides, isn’t this the point of the bath? To have a male come spill their seed on you and your companions whenever it runs dry?”
She switched to a huff, crossing her arms and looking into his eyes. “Yeah, but all of them are going to talk ridiculously perverted things at us. Even if I am the Dragon Lord, they still will find a way to go around that to the others.” She shook her head and a small tint covered her cheeks. “That is why if I want anyone nearby to keep them in check and to refill our pool, it’s you father. You're the only perverted elder that I trust not to bother us with your talk.”
Torch gave his daughter a glance and a grin worked a way to his maw. “So, my daughter has no quarrel with her father standing nearby while she and company bathe in his seed?” Ember shook her head and despite her cheeks warming more, she stayed close.
“No, plus… my friends say that you are one of the hottest males out here. All the others are really bland or generic, as they call it.”
That was enough for him to get a little turned on. Ember was red tinted about saying that, but it worked well enough for her to see that way down below by her father’s legs, she could see the small bit of red, pushing its way past his slit. Not much, just the tip.
She quickly looked away from his tip and focused on the pool. “Well, yeah but anyways, so I need to grab the gems and start-”
Her father reached behind him and pulled out a large net filled with gems(how he got one remained a mystery) and slowly poured over the pool, creating a small rainbow waterfall. Ember was surprised her father was giving that many gems to her. If possible when they were done with the pool, they could eat those up later on after digging them out… being caked and coated in her father’s seed.
Once more, she was heated with what was being imagined and her own lower region was starting to warm up with tingling thoughts. As he poured the last of his gems, he put the net away, earning a question from her. “Where’d you get the large net?”
He flashed her a small grin. “Sunken ship.” He answered.
‘Of course you did,’ she thought, remembering her father’s hobbies. She watched him spread and press in the gems into the dirt around the pool to create a colorful bottom. He made a fist with his claws and gave a small press to sink them in, not hard enough to bury but enough that they stayed put, and knowing his daughter and company, to eat later.
That made him grin and excited, further pushing his arousal. His tip spread his lips further and breached his slit so that the red was just outside of it. Ember saw it on her peripheral but tried to remain focused on her pool.
With her father now finished, he then leaned down his giant head and blew a hot breath of air, not actual fire, into the pool. It was just heated enough to melt a bit of the gems to flatten a bit and prevent his seed from sinking below. He also made sure that the edge of the top was also heated to allow nothing to spill over. Lastly, Torch formed the half dome over the pool, shaping it with his massive claws.
Ember had watched as her father worked, both in fascination and somewhat amazement. Her father had never been one to really indulge in creating or forming things, outside of his hobby, let alone something so artistic. He took his time, he made sure it looked even not just in her eyes but his own. The way he trailed his claws on the bottom of the top to create a groove, followed by a quick burning to harden the dome like he did with pool.
He also made sure to carve inside the half dome small trenches with his claws that would lead into the pit. A look of puzzlement crossed her face. “Why-”
“Not everything I spill will land inside,” He clarified with a grin. “And I am sure that today will not be the last you ask of this from me.” His body remained focused on his task but his eyes met hers.
Oh Bahumat, those eyes! The same way he would lust after females, he would use those eyes, especially whenever his on-again, off-again mate and her mother would have half fun. They were intense, full of fire and it let her know that him spilling his seed, either in this pool or on her, would indeed not be the last time.
She blushed heavily, trying to look away, though her arousal was in full affect as she squeezed and rubbed her inner thighs together. It wasn’t so much that her father turned her on often, in fact their relationship was pretty much steady as father and daughter but when it came down to topics about mating, he would not shy away.
Even now as he finished the grooves and heated the dome to become solid, his arousal was almost in full view. His rigid and long tool was twice her height if she were to sit by his base and that was him almost full mass! From the pointed, almost cone-like tip, was his urethra. If she were honest, she was probably small enough to fit in it albeit cramped. On top and and bottom of his shaft, were small but thick based flexible spines on them with the tips bent back, to cause intense pleasure for him and any soul lucky or willing to take it. Any female would know that those spines are meant to please them as much as it pleases themselves.
They bent back and forth when they were within the walls of a female, or… if her father got lost in another giant orgy the elders seem to have from time to time, inside another male without notice.
From the spines down to his base was a large bulbous form, where most of his seed would build up before being shot.
The sight made her really aroused and slowly, her slit began to moisten. “While I am glad to know that I arouse you, my Ember,” Her father chuckled. “-I would hope that you do remember that you try to find a male worthy of covering you in seed as well one day.”
Ember huffed and cupped her nether regions with her claw. “Yeah… well…one day.” She grumbled.
He nodded and with his other claw, reached for his rigid shaft and began to stroke it. “Maybe that little friend of yours who lives with the ponies can be your mate, hmm?”
The fact that he could still talk and masturbate in front of her astounded her. He squeezed and tugged his organ with much favoritism, using his claws to rub his spines and make himself fully aroused. He continued on. “What was his name? Spud? Spuke? Spines?”
“Spike!” She managed to correct him, though her eyes remained on her father’s giant staff that he continued to stroke. “H-His name is-s S-Spike dad and… I don’t think he’s interested in other d-dragons.”
Now this was news to Torch. He actually had to stop stroking himself in order to look at her. The sight was a bit unsettling. “What do you mean he’s not interested in dragons?”
Her eyes still lingered on his organ, enough to see the first signs of pre pushing out, then slowly meeting his eyes. “He was raised around ponies, father. I am pretty sure it has something to do with it.”
He continued to stare and gave a big tug on his shaft to keep himself strong. “Hmm, well that makes sense, though the only pony even worth looking at is that Princess of theirs.” Torch rubbed his bulbous base while his index claw scratched the tip.
“Wait, you find Celestia attractive?” She asked incredulously, refocusing on his stroking. Meanwhile it became difficult to continue to hover in place as her own neithers moistened. The young dragoness could even smell his musk from here and they were out in the freakin open!
“Oh, of course!” He bellowed loudly, his stroking slowly picked up speed to a rhythm. “I met her once many centuries ago, during my first half millenium of ruling. We had come at an altercation when Dragon Hunters were trying to come and steal our eggs or lure one of the dim-witted ones into a trap. At first, I thought she was encouraging them, but came to realize that she didn’t want to cause problems across the borders.”
“When I was about to set a town nearby ablaze, that is when I met her and she was MAGNIFICENT!” A hungry growl left him and it caused enough of a feeling to launch a small glob(giant by her standards) of pre-seed to fall down and into the waiting pool. It didn’t bounce high like water, so it almost completely stayed within the pool's edges and settled down at the bottom by a few inches.
“She came out of the sky as if the sun itself was descending from the heavens! She radiated such heat and warmth, that it was like a volcano blasting in your face.” He closed his eyes and chuckled at the memory. “I hadn’t realized at the time that she was trying to intimidate me with her prowess, even going as far as to launch a ‘ball of plasma’ at me!” He grinned in his memory, now doing slow but long strokes on himself. “Like bathing in the sun during summer!”
Ember had never heard of this side of her father, nor had she seen him this aroused over another female, outside of his species! Perhaps Spike falling for ponies didn’t seem like such a bad thing? After all, her father was getting really intense with his strokes now and more pre oozed from his tip to fall below.
“I first wanted to smack her but then, she spoke with such grace and such beauty, it was like a tempered angel made of fire. She told me that while she was aware of the ‘Dragon Hunters’ she would not stand by and let a pony village be decimated by the actions of others. She instead wanted to negotiate.”
He had been stroking while in a somewhat crouched position but now opted to sit on his hind legs but kept his spire pointed down to the pool and close to the dome. “I told her that if she were to take no liability, that she would allow us to deal with them on our own, or bring them here for justice.” He opened his eyes and saw that Ember was nowhere in his vision. He looked around the area only to feel a soft touch on his organ. Upon looking down, he saw his daughter had landed on his shaft; she began to use one of his spine tips to slowly rub herself on it.
“Keep going, I’m listening!” She responded from down below. He grinned and went slower so as to not throw her off but continued with the long strokes.
“She at first was not idle in letting ponies be killed by us, so she asked for another way.” He then growled as his memory grew into something grand. The giant of a dragon then reached with his left palm to massage his base while stroking with his right and picked up speed but not enough to throw off his daugher.
Ember had moistened herself that her labia was well oiled and spread, having used the side of his flexible barb to open her slit more. Now that she was well and truly aroused, she slowly lowered herself on his barb and moaned loudly on her father’s shaft. “Ahhh!” A small cry of ecstasy leaving her. “W-What d-did you a-ask of her?”
He leaned his head down near her level and his giant head hovered over her. His hot breath raining down on her spines as she rode his barb. “I asked for something only an alicorn like her could negotiate and that was a peace treaty.” His organ bobbed hard and she cried out as his spine buried itself in her. “If she wants peace, then service me and discuss a treaty.”
“Did she?”
A growl left him that shook his body as the memory resurfaced like it was yesterday. “Like her life depended on it!” A chuckle left him as he pushed himself further; Ember bent forward and held onto to his shaft with her claws and legs, trying not to fall off but to get a better grip upon using her father. Her claws dug in, and Torch felt a small pinch but fueled his lust. “She gripped me much harder than that!”
Ember grinded herself on his barb, her face pressing against his flesh. The smell of musk surrounded her now, her mouth on his flesh as she lapped at his large flesh. “H-How?” She managed to ask.
Focusing on the memory more, he went faster, with giant globs of pre dropping more frequently into the pool, already at a few feets worth of seed deep.
“With her magic of course!” He spurted with gleeful vigor. “She was apprehensive at first, especially when she saw how big I was, but then she started to have fun with it. Her magic moved me like no dragoness could! She could even massage my inner gonads and spread my tail hole! That was a new experience!”
Upon saying that, his shaft jumped up hard, as a large pulse searched within him. Ember groaned hard at the sudden motion, holding onto her father’s phallus for life and lust. His barbs went rigid on the flare and it practically embedded itself into her body.
A shudder ran up and down her body, managing to trigger an orgasm that wracked her body to a quivering mess. A stream of fluids left hole, coating a tiny portion of her own fluids on her father’s organ. She tried to pull herself off but her father began stroking with virosity and speed. Now she was back on and trying to hold on for her life. He continued to tell the story.
“Grrrr, what I would give for her to give me another round like that again.” He was moving fast now, though he placed a delicate giant thumb over his daughter to keep her there without struggle and he massaged her while he used his other claw to really squeeze and nurture his tip. “She not only brought me to an orgasm, but she got to experience the full might of a Dragon Lord and his powerful staff! My climax was of epic proportions and I swore that if she bathed herself in it, that I would keep the treaty as long as I was Dragon Lord and work with the next Dragon Lord to keep the peace as well!”
By now, the pool of dragon seed was half full and it remained inactive like water do to how thick his seed was. As he pushed himself harder, he then felt the end coming soon from his base. “Oh Ember, if you thought that me filling this pool of yours was good enough amount for your and your friends, I could have filled five of those at the time and it was somethin… grrrh! The Princess! ….Grrwwh!! …WOULD NEVER FORGET!!!” He let out a large growl as he finally stroked himself hard enough and achieve his climax.
Ember, between her father’s thumb and his shaft, was bombarded with the pulsing and throbbing of his organ against her body. She could feel and hear it! The sound of seed shooting up from his base, right below her own neither and belly, up past her face and she saw a powerful jet stream of thick, whitey and creamy seed shot out from her father’s tip and directly his the pool and half dome. She cried out as another orgasm tore through her, followed by another and another, as her father’s orgasm rolled with her own. His rigid barbs had flared so much she was impaled on it; her body was wracked with so much endorphins, pleasure and musk, she felt so overwhelmed with it.
Torch meanwhile enjoyed the filthy and unclean feeling of spilling his seed out in the open like this. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his orgasm, letting loose and not holding back with and keeping him going for as long as possible.The large splashes of cum hitting the dome and pool like a thick waterfall or mudslide echoed the area and to him, it was music.
His orgasm lasted a good ten seconds, which was shorter than his younger days, but it was still long enough to completely fill the pool with seed to the very brim. The dome created a small cascade that flowed through the trenches and into the pool.
Ember was finally released from his thumb as she saw that her pool had finished and that it was so full with her father’s seed. The stench of his rich and wonderful musk, made her super lighted on top of the orgasms that she just went through. She managed to lift herself off his barb, where a massive gush of her fluids flowed, earning another moan from her, and she allowed herself to fall off her father’s softening organ and half divided, half glided to the pool.
She hit with some force but the seed was thick enough to slow her down but not like water or magma. The hit made her instantly submerged into the pool of cum, the feeling so surreal and disgusting, yet so clean and warm, that it was euphoric enough to dull the senses. She opened her mouth, allowing her father’s thick saltiness to flood her maw.
The taste was pure, strong, tangy, flavorful and potent with a rich texture found nowhere else in the world nor describable. While she had held her breath and closed her eyes, the feeling was not like being trapped in water or magma but it was ethereal that she had no context.
Then the world was slowly ripped away from her as she was lifted out and above. Her father had dipped a claw into the pool of his own seed and reached in and pulled her out.
“Ember? Are you alright?” His concern was geuine but it morphed into a grin as a stupid smile was plastered over his daughter, who was drenched and covered in his seed. She was white with sapphire speckles seen through. “Enjoyed yourself then?” Her father chuckled with a grin.
A shaky nod was her response and as soon as she swallowed what was in her mouth, she managed to get out a comprehensive half moaned answered. “Y-Yeah, it’s great father.” She sighed and managed to blink away his seed, clearing her eyes and stared up at him. A sluggish smile appeared on her. “Th-This will be perfect.”
Torch was happy, satisfied and a bit excited that he would be the on-duty guard to watch them, so he set his daughter back down at the edge of the pool. “Well then, I hope your friends and company will enjoy it as much as you did. Let me know if you want a… refill.” He answered with a lusticous grin.
She blushed but nodded as she stood by the edge still dripping in her father’s seed. “I will and thank you.” A nod was received and Torch went to lay by a small hill with a low active volcano to hide but also keep watch.
Ember shivered as her body tingled with the seed that filled every portion and hole in her body. She summoned the Bloodstone Scepter to her claw. With a brief glow and a small whispered call, she called forth her companions.
About five minutes later, a group of about seven teen dragonesses came, many around Ember’s age and height in various colors. A few of them had been hatchling hood friends and others had met since before the Gauntlet of fire.
The first to arrive was Agatema, a pearl white dragoness with a light blue underbelly and navy blue wings. She was one of the first friends she had growing up and has been with her since. She was also loyal and perhaps the only dragoness in the lands to be way nicer than she needs to be.
Next was Cinders, a bright pink dragoness with an extensive tail that ran down her body that she liked to use as a seat of sorts. She had long snout, two curved hooked horns and a light pink underbelly. While she has a snarky attitude at times, she could be civil when around others.
Maar was the next to arrive, a lavender scaled ‘ness’ with a smaller head and short tuft horns on top of her head. She had long ear flaps that were taller than her own horns that most mistake as her horns. Her wings had a aquamarine color to them. She was one of the few that got on Ember’s nerves when it came down to her burps. She always did so in hopes that she could petition it as a form of greetings. Ember has denied her to this day and keeps her around… only because she is the only female that likes to tackle males and make them run screaming, as she was not your typical ‘ness’.
Next was Smolder and this was actually not that much of a surprise since she was Ember’s choice for the school but also a hero amongst the ponies. She was praised here in the lands for her heroism but also for bringing a fashion craze to the lands in the form of dresses and makeup. It lasted as long as it could because the dresses and makeup were not fireproof.
Yet.
The next dragon was Kindle. Now, the interesting thing about Kindle was that she was the form Ocellus took on the first day of school. She was a light brown dragoness with an eggshell white under belly. Horns with a sharp curved tip with beige hair. Ember was never sure how the changeling acquired the form, but Kindle did say that she ventured out of the dragon lands to find some game to catch, so perhaps Ocellus spotted her and got it in her memory, as part of their strategies for infiltration. Smolder did say that her and Ocellus would use that form as a form of roleplay, which only made Kindle blush madly when it was brought up.
Mina was the next dragoness to arrive. Another unique dragoness for she was an outlander. Not necessarily an exiled dragoness, but one who chose to live with dragons in towns. She was a peach dragoness with sky blue belly scales and pink hair that hung from and back from between her short horns. While she was a newcomer to the Dragon Lands, she became fast friends with Ember when introduced to them by Spike. The years that had passed gave her a height equivalent of Smolder.
The last dragoness was Onyxa and her namesake was that she was a pure black dragoness with reflective scales that resembled onyx Two long curved horns that were like criss-crossed dark diamonds stood on her head. She was taller than Ember with a larger wing set that had a light charcoal wing color and spines that ran from her head down to her tail. She was intimidating to look at but she is actually very quiet and easy to get along with. That is why Ember invited her. Most see her and stay away, but to the Dragon Lord herself, she treats her like a normal dragon.
The seven females arrived at the half dome, with looks of astonishment that instantly warmed their cheeks. As they turned to look within, they were instantly hit by the powerful stench of musk and seed and… a very drenched Dragon Lord covered in male essence that you could only tell it was her by shape, the Scepter in claws and speckles of blue.
A dopey grin was seen through her cum covered face and she motioned them to the pool. “Hey ‘Nesses!’, ready for a nice bath?” The others had looked at one another, then at her, then all felt the arousal kick in quickly as each one approached the pool in both excitement and nervousness as this was all their first time. Onyxa was the first to enter, almost with little hesitation and no regrets.
It was warm, in an almost pleasant state due to the underground magma river and the feeling of it on the scales brought their own nether’s to a full wet state. Each dragoness approached and lowered themselves. The last to enter was Smolder but instead of entering slowly like the others, she took a running start and jumped in. “Cannon Ball!” She cried as she plunged and splashed hot seed over the females, earning cries of laughter and stimulated excitement.
Soon they all sank in and allowed their bodies to be covered in seed, many who immediately began drinking from and rubbing it all over their scales.
Torch hid his form behind the hill and to the side of the dome so they were not really aware of him there, but he could keep an eye out on them. Should a dragon come and try to interrupt them, he would simply lift his head up from behind the hill, give a glare that warned the dragon to back off and he would go back down. While he had just climaxed, he did keep himself in a slightly aroused state, just in case his daughter and her friends would need a refill or… just want company.
For the day, Ember and companions relaxed and sulked in the pool of seed. While it was treated as a normal pool or bathing session, it was greatly fueled by their heightened arousal states and provided a lot of sultry topics.
The main stars of their talks were mainly Ember, Mina, Smolder and Maar. They each had their own tale to tell about what’s going on in their lives, how things have changed and what mates have come into topic.
Maar stayed on topic that she was trying to stay single and enjoyed showing males in their place should they try to get all touchy with her. The last male that laid a claw on her, she ended up kicking him so hard up the groin that his grand hatchlings would feel it. He’s been limping since last week.
Smolder was talking about dating other species, which really created a strong topic. According to her, she tried dating three of her friends. One was a pony, another a griffin and the last, a changeling. She ended up with the changeling due to her ability to change into anyone… and into anything. The females squealed in delight and haughty talk as Smolder described all the amazing things her marefriend changed into.
Mina, not one to be left out, actually described that her own sexual exploits involved public sex or masterbuation, including in her own store and in front of customers! The smell and the possible scent of her fluids lingering in the store had brought more customers than before!
Ember more or less told how she was approached by every male and occasional female, wanting to court her or become her mate. She shoved many away, not even giving them a chance, but she did keep a few in mind. She didn’t deny whether she chose to be male or female, though it was open to interpretation for them to guess, especially Onyxa.
Said black dragoness remained quiet, sticking to listening and dipping herself all the way down in the pool. Yet she remained open about the fact that she was clawing herself as they spoke. Her movements were not hidden nor were they aggressive and desperate. Rather, she had her legs spread, unseen in the murky seed but one claw remained under the pool and the other remained on the edge to keep herself steady. The others didn’t mind and they knew that this would happen.
The pool was a delicate balance of stress relief and an arousal bringer. All females were secreting something under the pool of seed and just like Onyxa, they had no quarrels with masturbating within it. Yet they continued on with their conversations because no one would interrupt them as they tried to enjoy themselves.
Torch remained a royally good guardian with vigilantism that matched the border watchers. Throughout the day that he stayed and watched, he encountered and deflected six would be harassers when they smelled not only pools of his own seed but the scent of dragonesses bathing.
While they remained unaware of it, he made sure that any male that dared to get close, he would deal with them. One male tried to be sneaky by acting as if casually flying over the area and just so happened to spot the females bathing overhead and began to hover in a slow descent down to them.
Before the females even were aware of this male, Torch snatched him out of the sky and threw him so hard from the lands that his cries of dismay were briefly heard.
“Hey, anyone hear that?” Mina asked, as she looked up. She saw nothing and part of the dome shielded them from view.
Ember gave a wave with her dripping claw. “Eh, maybe some tailhole getting his punishment.'' While they knew they were being guarded, it did help a bit knowing that they were being respected with privacy by their guardian.
As the day wore on, Ember and her company began to get hungry. She actually felt hot to say this to her friends but knew that they would still enjoy the idea. “The pool has been encrusted with gems for my father, so if you wanna grab one and eat it, go ahead.”
Gems don’t normally absorb liquids but if they were raw and imperfectly lined with a lot of cracks, they would seep through. And seed was a perfect substance to squeeze into tight spaces.
When the ‘nesses’ around them heard that, they almost immediately went to the ones on the edges or top of the pool and yanked them out. They didn’t want to drain the pool yet, so they ate those that were above the seed level.
An odd moan left each dragoness as they ate the gems, with dipped seed on it. Ember lapped at her sapphire, Mina nibbled on her ruby, Maar chomped on her amethyst, Agatema suckled on her diamond and Cinders played with her amber around her mouth. Kindle was still deciding which one to choose between a geode and a smoky quartz. Onyxa didn’t eat her obsidian, at least not outright. She tore a tall one in two and kept one at the edge of her maw while she sunk the other piece down and into her slit, where she had slowly pushed it in and wiggled it until it spread her labia wide enough to let it rest there. None of the other nesses said a thing.
The day went on and turned into late afternoon. They were in a blissful state between arousal and the calm serenity of being isolated from the world. Their struggles were gone for they could expose themselves without harassment or perversion. They could sit on the edges of the pool and spread their legs to expose their nethers and not care. The dripping that fell off their body made them fully appreciate their private little freedom of natiness. It also allowed them to really speak to one another without others overhearing or intruding. That included other nesses outside of their group and the males that wanted to disturb them.
The taste, smell, feeling and more had become part of their senses where now Onyxa was no longer the only one masturbating. Smolder and Mina had sat at the edges and were openly clawing themselves to their leshier. Cinders had her tail buried in between her legs and Agatema with Kindle sat next to one another as they reached into the other’s slit to please the other. Ember stayed aloft in the pool, spread wide and used her tail to keep her up and her head at the pool’s edge. Onyxa had been watching her body and without restraint, moaned as she finally climaxed inside the pool of seed, blending her juices within. This was one of many to come.
The pool would blend with their orgasms, their moans and unrestrained cries of ecstasy would not be heard by those around and warrant an investigation or to seek out the needs of a female. They happily basked in the peace, the pleasure of not being bothered by those not wanted.
Even Torch who stood not far, could hear and smell the females as they released themselves. As much as he would love to watch it up close and even participate, he vowed to keep an eye out but not bother his daughter and her company. It was their time, their only time that they could do something like this without interference from lusting males… much like himself. But he had experience and control.
Though his member disagreed and he had been slowly stroking himself all day, prolonging his orgasm to see if they might want another refill of their pool.
That didn’t turn out to be the case for they made the time at the pool of seed last as much as possible and enjoyed it to its extent. A good few of inches of the pool had drained, though it was hard to argue how.
All the females were slightly bloated by how much they consumed; that was left ambiguous since they all did eat a lot of gems in the area and perhaps some of the seed seeped through the ground. They also had spent a good time just covering themselves with it, stepping out, letting it linger on their scales and rubbing it on their bodies. There was no shame on which holes it came out of nor how much poured out.
The evening came and the girls were done with their seed bath, most of its luster having gone away by now and although it stayed warm, it was drying out quickly. Ember decided that in order to hide their little naughty fun should other dragons pass this area, she sank down to the bottom of the pool of white and clawed out gems to create a drain that would flow down into the river of magma.
When she came out, she smiled and tossed the gems to her friends, all of whom happily took them. She gave one of the bigger ones to Onyxa, who nodded her head but blushed severely at being so close to her, especially drenched once more in seed.
“So, you nesses down to do this again?” All eagerly nodded, even giggling fiercely at the thought of doing this again.
“Tartarus yeah!” Smolder cheered. “I would take a week off of school if it meant knowing I can come back here to do this again.”
Ember gave a small snort with a grin. “You keep to your studies and maybe I’ll organize this when I can.”
“Be sure that you do!” Mina replied with much enthusiasm. “I can’t take a lot of time off my shop but I would like to know when and for how long so I can work something with my workers.”
As each ness expressed their delight and hope to return, Ember felt like perhaps this would really bring them closer together once more. Today it helped that they were here to enjoy their pleasure at their own pace and without unwanted attention. But if she could have her father do this often, then perhaps they would come together a lot closer than ever.
Heck, she knew that her father wouldn’t even mind bathing them all in his seed just to do this again.
The evening was approaching and it was time to end their little private time together. Mina and Smolder left together since they had to be by the train at the border by sundown to get back to their home. Kindle, Cinders, Maar and Agatema all left together, deciding to at least head to a nearby magma river to make sure they didn’t linger with the seed on them to create a sort of… rift between other dragons.
Onyxa was the last to stay, but only because she wanted to get some time with Ember to herself. The Dragon Lord gave her a warm smile that made her heart flutter and her cheeks warm. “You enjoyed yourself today, Onyxa?”
The black scaled dragonesses nodded. “It was… a blissful experience.” Those were the few words she had spoken since she arrived. Not many would speak to her and not many would get answers back. Again due to her intimidating form, many had stayed away but Ember and the nesses here today treated her like a normal dragon. And more so… Ember didn’t stir her to be like the others, to speak out more or demand anything she didn’t want to do. Even when she spoke lightly today, they never pressured her, especially the one that made her heart beat faster.
“Well I am glad, though I hope you are going to come again if I invite you?” Another nod followed by hesitation from her as she spoke.
“I am… happy that you allowed me to come, Lord Ember. And also for the others for treating me like a ness then someone to turn away in fear.”
Ember laid a claw on her shoulder. “You are no threat, you are not a dangerous dragon and you are far from just a different dragon.”
Her heart was aflutter on contact, her eyes glowing with admiration and… her arousal spiked to higher levels. Before Ember could say or do anything else, Onyxa quickly leaned in a small jaw-lock with Ember, which threw her off immediately. In pony terms, it was the equivalent of a kiss to the cheek, but dragons had not lips, so this was its ‘relative’ called a ‘nip’.
A full jaw-lock had the mouth wide open with the other twisting their heads and from the view, it looked like their jaws were locking which was called ‘love-bite’ or ‘biting’ for slang. But Ember only barely opened her mouth and Onyxa only did it as quick as she could get away with, in hopes that this was not crossing a huge boundary.
Ember remained stunned at the act, lasting only a few seconds with her mouth open, briefly invaded by a tongue that garnished a bit of her father’s seed and then pulled away, leaving a small trail of saliva and seed.
Now Onyxa was fully red, which looked like it was slightly tinted on her black scaled cheeks, but it was nothing compared to Ember’s sapphire blue face, which showed her red cheeks. Having just stepped out of a pool full of her father’s hot load, she felt more embarrassed and confused with this act.
Onyxa pulled away, still blushing and gave her a small sheepish bow. “T-Thank you again, Lord Ember. I hope that I didn't step overboard, but if you will have me again for your next session, I would be d-delighted.” She then quickly turned away, spread her wings and with a few flaps, along with no chance to let her answer, she took off.
On her last moment, Ember noticed her thighs were sticky, but not with her father’s seed, but of the dragoness’s own secretions which lingered on like spider-webs. She also purposely flew with her legs splayed, her vulva spread and even flick her tail at her to hopefully get some secretions splattered on her.
For a long moment, Ember did nothing for she was still too stunned and after the dragoness had become a black dot in the distance, did she finally blink and sigh.
“What the bahumat was that?” She asked herself. It was… odd but not bad. In fact, it was her very first jaw-lock and it was pleasant… to say the least. She should have been angry or felt betrayed by something so precious being taken away yet she was not.
The whole time that she had Onyxa with her, the dragoness focused on her the whole time and to say the least; she had publicly masterbuated in front of them, with Ember realizing that she was the target of her pleasure. Her eyes focused on Ember’s exposed body, covered in seed.
Again, Ember felt like this was all odd and for the life of her could not figure out if this meant she had somedragon develop a crush on her. Was it just because she treated her like a dragon without ridicule?
Onyxa had long been gone and now the sun touched the horizon. A sigh left her, being the first time she felt confused about her relationship as well as questioning her own sexuality.
She realized that her father had yet to come out and decided to find him. Taking wing with Scepter in tow, she flew high up and over the hill to find him, which wasn’t hard since she saw his giant form on his back. He had his organ in claw, slowly stroking while idly day dreaming with eyes closed. He seemed to be having a remembrance of something great or… perhaps his daughter and company was the only encouragement he needed.
She flew over and landed by his groin area, near his giant spire that oozed with his pre-seed on the side. The sight was still amazing to witness.
Torch felt the soft touch on his area and opened his eyes, gazing down to see the form of his daughter near his base. She looked more vibrant and exotic with the sheen that now covered her scales, due to her seed.
“Enjoyed yourselves then, Ember?”
A blush with a nod. “We did father and I… we thank you for it.”
He gave a grin back. “My absolute pleasure.” He growled lowly, earning a more beet red faced daughter. But she remained quiet. He noticed that she seemed troubled and made his organ twitch, which almost knocked her down. She gave a small glare.
“What?”
He gave a huff. “What ales you, my teardrop? You seem distracted.” He paused and grinned. “I know it's not me.” Another twitch which bumped her forward but she remained upright.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. One of the dragonesses caught me off guard and I don’t know what to do about it.” Ember paused and looked up to her giant father. “She… ‘nipped’ me.” Her father blinked and he had a massive twitch on his phallus that shook his whole body. She grunt as the groin she stood on shifted and looked up at her father with annoyance. “Really?” she chastised.
Her father shrugged with a small smile. “Can you blame me? Seeing it is much better, so my imagination will go beyond simple nipping.” He then gave a small cock of his head to the side. “What was wrong receiving a ‘nip’ from her instead of a full ‘love-bite’? I feel that that would be much more enjoyable?”
Ember gave a frustrated groan. “I know!” She complained loudly. “But the thing is, I don’t know what I expected or what she wanted. I mean, I am not even sure what I prefer, either drake or ness? Is it wrong to not know?”
Torch mumbled on the question for the moment and while his erection was fading, he did forgo it in the time of his daughter’s need. “Ember, the heart knows not what it wants until it becomes present for you. For now, take this with serene and let fate guide you to your love.”
Ember was blown away by what her father had said, never hearing this type of wisdom from him. While he does say smart or intellectual things, he rarely if ever shows this side of him with emotions and love.
The last time he actually talked about love was with Ember's mother before she took off on her journey.
She actually forgot about his giant erection and hovered over to his head. His actual head, not his organ head. Torch then finished his talk. “What you do now is on you. Do you approach it with an open heart? Do you remain secluded and stick to yourself? Or would you let her down? If you let her down, do it with slow but good intentions. As long as everything can remain civil, you will bring good character to yourself and other dragons will believe you are a great leader for it.”
Ember blinked and felt like this was a good approach. Of the options, she didn't like sticking to herself now, feeling that it was somewhat out there, especially when she bragged about it earlier. With her father giving her the guidance she needed, she felt like she could do more and find herself.
“Thanks dad, I didn’t know that you understood this so much.” She responded with great charisma but content understanding.
“Of course, my little teardrop. And while I know that it seems odd now, being so young, you still have your life ahead of you. Whether you choose your mate now or you choose them in centuries, your choice is your own but your heart will guide you there.”
She smiled and sighed happily. “Well, I hope so too.” She then saw that the sun had dipped halfway on the horizon and the day was ending. “Well I hope that you can do this again for us?”
Her father grinned in a perverted manner. “Whenever you wish of me, my Dragon Lord.” He responded with a quirkiness that most dad’s give to their young. “Just let me know when and where and… if you wouldn’t mind letting me see you and your friends bathe a bit, I could help keep that pool of yours fresh for days.”
Blushing she nodded. “I will though-” She turned to see that he was still as hard as he was, she looked back at him. “-maybe just giving me a private, solo bath would be too much to ask?”
His grin unmoving, he reached out and pointed his organ towards her position and began stroking. “Nothing would make me happier, though I suggest you hold on tight so as not to be blown away.”
Ember did so but faced away from the organ with a lifted tail, vulva open and latched onto his chest scale, with her waiting for the moment of climax.
After all, a volume of cum could clean scales and make them shiny, what better way to attract the potential for mates in the future?