An ear twitch. A nose wrinkle. Two purple eyes opened to the dim, late-morning light coming through the window. Above him was the familiar wooden ceiling of his bedroom. The boy yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes before blinking a few times and looking around the room. Altrue shared a small bedroom with his two mothers, their beds taking up most of the space except for a small amount of floor space leading to the door. The walls were very different depending on which side of the room you were looking at. On his side the wall was a chaotic mess. Crude charcoal paintings of himself and his mothers were affixed to the stone, and in the middle was a wood shelf that held various objects of interest to the ten year old dragon: pretty rocks, flowers that had long since dried up, a few gifts from the temple maidens. On his parents’ side, however, things were more clean. An embroidered wall scroll hung from the ceiling between two shelves, one for each of his mothers that held scrolls, crystals, craft projects, and a small carving of their goddess.


The young boy pulled the fur covers off his naked body and sat up, legs hanging off the bed, before stepping down into the rug that covered the cold stone floor. He walked the incredibly daunting distance of a single step to stand at the side of his parents’ bed, which, at the moment, was creaking and rocking slightly.


“Hi, Mommies,” he said, giving them a small wave.


Altrue was born to two hermaphrodite mothers, Tahara and Elana. He looked a lot like his older mother, Tahara. He had darker blue scales than her, but he shared her eyes, her white underbelly, as well as being winged like her. In contrast he looked almost nothing like his younger mother, Elana, a wingless, aquatic dragon with orange eyes. Her scales were a more muted blue and grey. Alture had inherited their hermaphrodite attributes, as well as finding himself a second cock somewhere along the line.


“Good morning, mmf, sweetie!” Tahara said, giving him a smile and returning his wave as best she could while supporting her naked body on all fours. “Sleep well?”


The boy nodded. “Uh-huh. I’m hungry though, can we have breakfast?”


“We’re almost, hah, done here, honey,” his other mother, Elana, said. She was kneeling on her knees behind Tahara, hips slapping rhythmically against the older herm’s rear. Altrue could clearly see her messy cock sliding in and out of Tahara. “Why d-don’t you get washed up, ahn, while we finish?”


“Okay, Mommy,” Altrue replied, turning to leave his mothers to their business while he stepped into the small washroom. He could still hear their activities while he rinsed his face and body off in the small washbowl, but paid it no mind. Why would he? This was a daily occurrence for the young boy. They were always doing that, and had been for as long as he could remember.


He finished cleaning himself off and returned to the bedroom, just in time to witness the end of their fun. Tahara let out a muffled moan as she came, her cock twitching under her as rope after rope of her seed shot out, landing on the furs under them. Elana kept thrusting through the orgasm, her second of that morning not far behind. After only a few more thrusts she hit her limit, letting out a pleased moan as she hilted in Tahara, her seed flooding into her girlfriend. Elana sat back and pulled Tahara up from her all-fours position, resting her butt in her lap. Tahara twisted slightly so she could kiss the younger dragon, the aquatic dragon’s hands fondling her milky breasts as her orgasm continued. The two broke apart finally, nuzzling each other and giggling slightly as they came down from their highs.


The two let out soft moans as they separated, Elana pulling her messy cock from the depth of her lover. They fell to the bed together and cuddled up, exchanging kisses and nuzzles. Altrue knew it would be a few more minutes until they were ready, they always cuddled after they were finished playing. He left their cramped bedroom and entered the much more spacious living room. The room was built around a central fire pit, something that was needed for the cold-blooded dragons. Two couches upholstered with more furs sat around the pit. The walls were decorated with intricate embroidered scrolls and more shelves holding various knick-knacks the family had collected over the years. The far corner, close to the front door, counted as their kitchen. It was little more than a couple cabinets and a small, round table for them to sit at.


Altrue stepped over various small toys, rolls of parchment with charcoal, and whatever else he had forgotten to put away from the day previously, heading towards the pit. The fire was dying out, not much more than embers, and he was cold. He tossed some fresh logs on and agitated them with the nearby poker. After a moment they caught, and the fire began to grow again, filling the dark corners of the room that the light from the windows couldn’t reach in a flickering orange glow. He sighed as he warmed his body, holding his palms out to the blaze. He could hear the sound of water splashing from the bedroom and knew his mothers would be out soon. Sure enough, after a brief pause, the nude figures of his mothers entered the room.


His mothers’ physiques were quite different from one another. Tahara was five years older than her girlfriend, a little taller, and much more toned. She had strong arms, a moderate bust, the hint of abs on her belly, and shapely thighs and legs. White patterned tattoos adorned her wrists, ankles, and the end of her tail. She also had a fair amount of piercings; one in each ear, one on each nipple, her belly button, and a gold chain that hung through holes drilled in her horns. Her cock, skin black and shiny, hung between her legs, bouncing against sizable balls that were white like the rest of her underbelly.


Elana, on the other hand, was slightly shorter and a lot chubbier. She had a soft, round belly, thicker arms, bigger breasts, and much thicker thighs. Her hands were webbed, her scales smooth like a fish, with frilled fins coming off the sides of her head. Gills could be seen a little ways down the sides of her torso. She lacked any piercings or tattoos, but she, too, had a cock and balls hanging between her legs. Though her cock was pinkish in colour.


The two adults were giggling and chatting between themselves as they walked into the living room, the scent of sex following them. Altrue paid his naked mothers no mind. He saw them naked daily, the three of them preferring to be nude when at home. They separated as they passed the fire pit, Elana sitting down next to her son and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Altrue returned the kiss and cuddled up against her side, enjoying the heat with her.


“Alty, did you check for the food yet?” Tahara asked from the kitchen, looking through the cabinets and seeing next to nothing.


“Not yet, Mom,” he replied. “I didn’t hear them knock.”


Tahara opened the front door and poked her head out, frowning when she saw the lack of a basket waiting outside.


“Hmm, they’re running late today,” she muttered, shutting the door and heading back inside. “Third time this week. I’ll have to check in with the chef and see what’s going on.”


“Don’t be too rough on her,” Elana said, looking up from the fire. “She just had her baby, remember?”


“Then she’s got an extra set of hands! No excuse,” Tahara said playfully, making Elana snort. As if on cue, there was a quick knock on the door, one that almost seemed to convey hesitation. Tahara got up to answer it, looking down at one of the temple maidens. A young aquatic dragon with butter yellow scales and soft blue eyes. She was dressed in the standard white cotton dress all the maidens wore. She quickly averted her eyes, a blush coming to her cheeks when she saw that Tahara was naked. She held up a basket that was practically overflowing with an assortment of food.


“G-good morning, Mistress Tahara!” she stammered. “The chef sends her apologies for the delay, here’s your meals for the day.”


Tahara took the basket from the girl and gave her a pat on the head, causing her to let out a small squeak. “It’s no problem, dear. Tell Pela to take it easy, and I’ll see her at the blessing next week.”


“Y-yes, mistress!” the girl said before quickly turning around and scurrying down the hallway. Tahara chuckled and retreated inside with the food.


“You should probably wear a towel or something when you open the door,” Elana teased. Tahara just rolled her eyes as she started to unpack the basket.


“For a bunch of girls who hang around statues of the goddess with her cock out all day, you would think they’d be okay with seeing me naked for a few seconds,” she remarked as she unloaded the food. Two loaves of fresh bread, half dozen eggs taken from the coops just that morning, slices of cured meats, various fruits and vegetables harvested from the temple’s garden, and at the bottom a small ceramic container with some butter inside.


“Alty, honey, how do you want your eggs today?” Tahara asked, starting to slice the loaves of bread.


“Scrambled, please!” Altrue replied. Tahara nodded and cracked three eggs into a large cooking pan, humming to herself as she worked. She trotted over to the fire pit and set the pan down on the cooking rack that rested over the pit, starting to prepare their eggs and toast the bread. Altrue recognized the tune she was humming, having heard it often when he was younger.


Elana pulled him over onto her lap, resting her chin on top of his head as she held his hand. “How’s your singing lessons going, sweetie?”


“Good!” he replied, wiggling his back against her to get comfy. He could feel her flaccid cock rubbing against his cheeks and her breasts against his back, neither of which were unusual for him. “Orela’s really nice and she’s been helping me a lot!”


Altrue always had a knack for keeping a tune. He would often sing along as Tahara would hum while doing her chores around the house. His voice, neither feminine or masculine, piqued the interest of one of the maidens at the temple, Orela, who would moonlight as a singer at the tavern back in the village.


“Maybe you could go with Tari for the autumn celebration, huh?” she said, bouncing him a little. “Sing for the village!”


Altrue instantly felt his mouth go dry. The biggest audience he had for his singing was right there in the room, his parents. The thought of getting up in front of hundreds of people he didn’t know…


“Umm, I don’t… Uhh…”


“Ela, don’t scare him,” Tahara scolded, standing up from the fire and taking the finished eggs and toast back to the plates. “I’m sure he doesn’t want to get up in front of a crowd like that.”


“Oh, I’m just playin’,” Elana said, kissing the top of Altrue’s head and squeezing his hand. “I’m proud of you, honey. You’re doing a good job.”


“Thanks, Mom,” he said, squeezing her hand back and nuzzling up against her chest.


“Alright, breakfast is ready!” Tahara called, placing plates down on the kitchen table. Altrue smiled and zipped over to the table, starting to tuck into his meal before Tahara or Elana had even sat down.


“My, someone’s hungry,” Elana teased, patting his back as he ate.


“Considering how much he’s been growing recently, I’m not surprised,” Tahara said. Altrue had hit an impressive growth spurt recently. Despite being only ten he was already up to Elana’s shoulders.


“I wonder how tall you’ll end up being,” Elana said, nuzzling his cheek. “You know girls like tall guys…”


“Mooom…” he whined, flushing from the attention and teasing.


“Or maybe you want a tall guy,” she purred with a grin, causing him to flush harder.


“I-I dunno..!”


“Oh, stop it, Ela,” Tahara intervened. “He’ll have plenty of time to figure that out.”


“Just playin’, Tari,” she said, giving her son a quick kiss on the cheek. Elana was only eleven years older than her son, and their bond was simultaneously a mix of mother and son, and brother and sister. “But really, slow down. I’m not ready to be the shortest again.”


“All your height went into those thighs,” Tahara said with a grin, and Elana playfully stuck her tongue out before starting on her meal.


“What are we gonna do today?” Altrue asked, talking around his food.


“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Tahara corrected him.


“Sorry.”

“Well, I don’t have much planned. Some chores here and there around the temple.”


“Can I come along?” Altrue asked, swallowing this time before talking. He always liked to see what Tahara did for her job.


“If you want! I don’t think it would be very interesting for you, though.”


“I wanna go!” he said, excitedly, hurrying through the last of his meal. Tahara chuckled and set about finishing her meal.


Once the three were finished they got dressed, an unfortunate requirement when it came to walking around the halls of the temple. They didn’t wear much, just simple loincloths and chest wraps. Altrue would be needing new clothes soon, as his recent growth had made his current one too tight and almost too small. If he took too big of a step, you could just see the tips of his cocks and his balls poking out.


The family stepped outside in the warm summer air. Now that morning had come and gone, there was more activity in the halls as maidens bustled about, tending to their tasks. As they passed they would bow in the direction of Tahara, who would bow back. Altrue had always noticed they never seemed to give the same kind of attention to Elana or himself.


“What are your plans?” Tahara asked her girlfriend, shutting the door behind them.


“Swimming lessons for the new fishers,” Elana replied. “Gonna offer my input as an expert,” she said, wiggling her webbed fingers.


“See you for lunch then?” the older dragon asked, and Elana nodded. She moved over and leaned up to kiss her girlfriend on the lips, the two sighing softly before breaking apart. Elana leaned down to give Altrue a hug and a peck on the cheek before trotting off down the halls.


Tahara held her hand out to her son, who took it and fell in line behind her. “So what kinda stuff do you have to do?”


“C’mon, I’ll show you.”


They walked through the halls of the temple, eventually finding themselves in the large courtyard at the center. It was Altrue’s favourite place at the temple. A wide expanse of dirt covered in grass and littered with wildflowers and flowering bushes. Flagstones were laid out in curving, meandering paths, serving as walkways. The ceiling was open to the air, a large square that provided light most of the day. In the center was a towering sculpture of their goddess, reaching almost to the ceiling. The duo walked along the path, Altrue sniffing the flowers and occasionally fending off a bee as they neared the base of the statue. Maidens were busy tending to the statue, scrubbing any stains off the white stone, polishing the few metal parts embedded into it, and cleaning debris from the small trough of water that circled the base of it.


The statue of the goddess was, without a doubt, the most impressive piece of art Altrue had ever seen. White stone that shone like fire when hit by the sun. So intricately carved that you could pick out individual scales on her body or small bumps on her nipples, if you were to get high enough to see them. Altrue had one time, when he had climbed the statue shortly before being dragged by the ear back home by Tahara.


Their goddess was a magnificent creature. A hermaphroditic dragoness, which the statue was unafraid to show. Nude as Altrue had been just a few moments ago, the statue showed her in all her splendor. Four arms held various objects; two held a plate of fruit, one a spear, and the other a scroll. Four horns adorned her head, two sweeping back from her brow and two that curved down like ram’s horns. Four eyes, carved without pupils, looked down at them. She even had four breasts, two larger and two smaller. Her genitals were on display, a very detailed carved cock and balls hung down between her legs and, if you got up onto the plinth the statue rested on, you would be able to make out a vagina tucked behind. Altrue never understood why her cock and balls were carved so large. His weren’t big like that, though his moms’ were.


Tahara knelt down in front of the statue, poking Altrue’s chest with her tail after a moment so she would do the same. She closed her eyes and began to mutter under her breath. Altrue wasn’t sure what to say, so he just closed his eyes, waiting for her to make the first move. After a long moment, Tahara got to her feet, the boy following suit. They continued on through the courtyard and through to the other side, heading down a new hallway. Tahara finally came to a stop outside a door marked with a sign that read ‘Library’. Tahara pushed the door open, and Altrue heard the soft tinkling of a bell.


“Yes, yes, I’ll be there in a second!” came a voice from further inside.


Altrue followed his mother inside into the dimly lit, cramped, and musty room that was the library. Inside were half a dozen rows of shelves, lined with piles upon piles of scrolls. Candles in all stages of melting were kept far away from any paper, placed in sconces in the wall.


“Take your time, Hoka,” Tahara said, leaning against the end of one of the shelves.


“Oh, Mistress Tahara!” came the voice again, and the patter of bare feet on stone could be heard from down one of the aisles. Finally the owner of the voice appeared, practically skidding to a stop in front of the herm. Hoka was a stout, middle-aged, which for dragons meant somewhere in the hundred-fifties, dragoness. She gave Tahara a deep bow, which Tahara returned.


“Mistress Tahara, pleasure to see you! What can I help you with?” Hoka asked, coming up from her bow. She noticed Altrue, who was currently standing behind his mother, shuffling his feet. “Oh, and hello Master Altrue,” Hoka added, giving him a slight bow before turning back to his mother. Altrue returned the bow, but wasn’t even sure if the librarian saw it.


“What brings you in today, Mistress?”


“I need to refresh my memory on some rituals, and I wouldn’t mind taking another look at the copies of the goddess’s journal,” she said. “It’s been ages since I did a harvest blessing and I think it might be a dry summer.”


“Of course, Mistress. Please, follow me!” Hoka said, disappearing down one of the aisles. Tahara followed her down, looking over her shoulder before she, too, disappeared.


“Stay there, honey. I’ll be back.”


“Okay, Mom…” Altrue said, moving to sit down on a stool by the door, resting his chin in his palms. It wasn’t unusual for him to be told to wait while his mom took care of her business without him. He never said anything, though. He knew she was important.


The minutes wore on. He could hear them shuffling scrolls around and discussing… whatever it was they were discussing, he didn’t know. Eventually he got bored and stood up from his stool, starting to poke around the scrolls nearest to him. He unraveled a few, and did his best to understand what was on them, but for the most part it was a bunch of words and terms he didn’t know, or lists of ingredients that he never heard of for tonics he didn’t know the purpose of. Finally he let out a huff and sat back down, drumming his claws on the wood stool.


Tahara and Hoka finally reappeared, several scrolls tucked under his mother’s arm. Altrue quickly stood up, happy to leave the boring place and see what else she had to do. Tahara shook the librarian’s hand, offering a courteous smile.


“I’ll bring these back in perfect condition, Hoka, don’t you worry!”


“I always worry, Mistress,” Hoka replied, suddenly looking serious. “Especially after that one time…”


Tahara scoffed and rolled her eyes. “That was years ago, and it wasn’t even an original! You can’t keep holding that over me.”


Hoka continued her serious expression. “Please take the utmost care with these, Mistress.”


“I will, Hoka. Come on, Alty,” she said, holding her hand out. Altrue took her hand and gave a slight bow before he was led out of the library. Tahara waited until the door was shut behind them and they were a little ways down the hall before letting out an exasperated sigh. “You make one mistake…”


“What happened? I’ve never seen anyone get mad with you…”


“Oh it’s nothing,” Tahara said, taking a breath and regaining control of her exposure. “I just, maybe, accidentally spilled some juice on a copy of a ritual manual once when I was fourteen.”


Altrue chuckled. “You did?”


“It was only a copy! And Elana was being, well, a nine year old. She wanted attention and I needed to study so I got mad and didn’t watch where my hand was going… but it was only a copy! That’s… why we have copies.”


“Never heard of you making a mistake before,” Altrue said, looking up at her. For as long as he could remember, Tahara was the embodiment of calm and collected.


“Oh, I make mistakes! I’m just good at covering them up,” she said with a wink. “I used to make soooo many when I was growing up. It’s a tough job to learn, sweetie.”


“I think you do a good job!” he encouraged. “Everyone seems to love you.”


Tahara smiled down at her son. “Thank you honey, that means a lot.”


Altrue smiled back and gave her hand a squeeze. The two continued down the halls, once more passing through the courtyard as they headed in the direction of the gardens. The south side of the temple grounds were devoted to growing all kinds of crops. Fruits, vegetables, gourds, herbs, spices. Anything they could need. Everything was organized and separated into neat rows, all irrigated by a long channel that connected to a nearby river. Several maidens, these ones dressed in simple loincloths and chest wraps so their dresses wouldn’t get dirty, tilled the soil, trimmed and tied up plants, and pulled weeds. They were overseen by a tall, lanky maiden who, if Altrue had to guess, was in her seventies.


“Hey, Cilla!” Tahara called as they approached. The tall maiden turned to face them, eyebrows raising for a moment before she dropped into a deep bow. The maidens that were in earshot also stopped their work to bow before continuing.


“Mistress Tahara, lovely to see you,” she said as she stood up. “You’re looking well. Eating well? Oh, and greetings Master Altrue.”


Altrue bowed slightly, accustomed to the delayed greetings he received.


“As well as ever, Cilla. Still working your magic,” Tahara said, bowing back to the maiden.


“What brings you out here today?”


Tahara handed over one of her scrolls. “I’m going to be performing some rituals soon, I need to see if these are available or if I need to go gather some.”


Cilla took the scroll and unrolled it, squinting at what was written on it. “Hmm, let’s see… definitely enough of that… should be good there… oh, that’s a bit of a problem… hmm.”


Tahara waited patiently for the dragoness, giving Altrue a reassuring smile and pat on the back.


Cilla let the scroll roll back up and returned it to Tahara. “Papau plants haven’t been taking well this year, too hot for them. You’ll have to find some that aren’t being beaten by the sun in the forest. Everything else we have plenty of.”


“Lovely, thank you very much, Cilla,” Tahara said with a smile. She put her hand on Altrue’s back and pushed him forward a couple steps. “Is it okay if Alty gets himself a snack?”


“Oh, without a doubt,” Cilla said, gesturing to the gardens. “Take whatever you’d like, little one.”


Altrue looked up at Tahara, who nodded and patted his back. “Go ahead, honey.”


Altrue took a couple hesitant steps forward before his pace quickened, scurrying right towards his treat; a takala. A sweet fruit, pink, about the size of his fist, that grew from vines. He looked over the available options before picking the biggest and, hopefully, juiciest one. He hurried back to his mother with the fruit in his hand.


“Thank you, Cilla,” he said when he returned. Politeness had been drilled into him from a babe.


“Of course, Master Altrue,” she said, giving the boy a smile before looking back up at Tahara. “Was there anything else you needed, Mistress?”


“No, that was everything, thank you very much, Cilla.”


The maiden gave another bow before turning to attend to her work again. Tahara gently pulled the boy along back towards the temple. He examined his fruit for a moment before deciding on the perfect place to bite. He sank his fangs into the sweet flesh, a burst of juice exploding in his mouth and dripping down his chin. He let out a happy sigh and took another bite, loudly slurping the juice down. Tahara chuckled as her son ate his treat, happy to see him so pleased.


“Wipe your face, honey.”


“Okay, Mom.”


The two continued through the temple, Altrue so absorbed in his treat that he wasn’t noticing where they were heading. Tahara finally stopped outside a door, waiting for Altrue to finish the fruit and realize where they were. He finished sucking all the flesh and juice from the pit before tossing it into a nearby bush, wiping the last of the juice off his chin. Finally he looked up at his mother, then to the door they were in front of. A huge smile came to his face, and he rushed inside. Tahara giggled and followed him inside, shutting the door that said “Archery” behind her.


“Darli! Darli!” Altrue called, rushing over to the desk in the corner where a young dragoness was sitting, arrow shafts and fletching on the table in front of her. Darli looked up from her work with one eye–the other covered by a strip of cloth tied around her head–and smiled when she saw the boy.


“If it isn’t the little spitfire!” she said, standing up and moving around to the front of her desk. “How ya been?” she asked, holding her hand out to him. Altrue quickly took her hand, almost being pulled off his feet from the force of the shake. Darli was a master archer, despite being not much older than Tahara and down one eye. But more importantly, Altrue liked her, and she liked him. She was one of the only, if the only, maiden at the temple that paid as much attention to him and treated him as well as she treated Tahara.


Darli let go of the boy’s hand and gave him a bow, followed by bowing to Tahara. “Thanks for stoppin’ by, Mistress. What can I do you for today?”


Tahara placed her hand on Altrue’s shoulder. “Well, Alty here turned ten a couple months ago, and I think it’s time he got his first bow.”


Altrue’s ears perked almost straight up, a huge smile spreading across his cheeks. “Really?! You mean it?!”


She beamed down at the excited boy. “I mean it, honey.”


The boy pulled his mom into a tight hug, chanting ‘thank you’ over and over again. Tahara chuckled and hugged him back before finally disentangling herself from him and nudging him towards Darli. Altrue was practically vibrating as he waited for instruction.


“He’ll outgrow it before too long, so don’t worry about making anything fancy,” Tahara instructed. “Something durable and strong that he can train with.”


Darli nodded and looked down at the excited boy, circling around him a few times before returning to her desk and retrieving a measuring string from one of the drawers. “Dominant right hand?” she asked and Altrue nodded. “Stick it straight out for me, will ya?”


Altrue did as instructed, holding his hand and arm out in front of him. Darli began taking measurements of various parts of his body. Foot to shoulder, shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to claw. Altrue giggled and shifted slightly as the string tickled his more sensitive scales. Darli noted down his measurements on a piece of parchment before disappearing into the back of her shop. Altrue and Tahara could hear her rummaging around for a bit. Occasionally, they heard the sound of wood falling against the stone floor and ringing out, which made them jump. After a couple minutes she returned, holding several long pieces of wood in varying colour. She placed them on her desk and spread them out.


“Take your pick, Master Altrue,” she said, gesturing to the wood. “Any of these would make a fine bow.”


He stepped up to the desk and looked over his options. He was quiet for a minute or two, muttering to himself as he decided. Finally he pointed towards one that was light pink in colour. “I like this.”


“Oh, excellent choice,” Darli said, picking up his chosen piece of wood. “Stained and polished, it looks beautiful in the light, just wait and see!”


“How long will it take?” Altrue asked, still bouncing slightly in his excitement. “Will I get it today?!”


“Can’t do, little one,” she said, and the smile slipped off Altrue’s face. “Takes a couple days. Gotta steam the wood, bend it, carve… It’s a process. Can’t rush it or you get a bad weapon.”


“Oh, okay…”


“Buut, since you’re so darn cute..!” she said, reaching behind her desk again. She pulled out a small bow, one that looked weathered and beaten but still functional. “Had this layin’ around since I was a cub. Why don’t you hold on to it until yours is made, huh?”


The smile returned to Altrue’s face, and he gently took the bow from her hand before hugging it to his chest. “Thank you so much, Darli!”


She grinned and patted the top of his head. “‘Course, ya little spitfire. Bow’s no good without arrows, though. So here!” She vanished into the back of her shop again before returning with a small leather quiver stuffed full of arrows. She made a waving motion with her hand towards Altrue. “Turn around, arms up!”


Altrue did as instructed, turning his back to her and holding his arms up. Darli slipped the strap over his body and tightened it in place. “Goes right here between your wings. How’s that feel? Tight, loose?”


“It’s a little tight, I think,” Altrue said, wiggling his shoulders as he adjusted to the quiver.


“Good! Don’t want it slippin’ off when you’re chasing after your game,” she said, spinning him on his heel so he was facing her. “Now, what do we never do with arrows?”


“Point them at other people,” he replied. Darli smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder.


“Smart boy. Now git, I need to get started on this and you need to get practicin’!” she said, retrieving the wood from her desk. “Anything else you’re needin’, Mistress?”


“Nothing at all, Darli. Thank you very much.”


Darli gave the best bow she could while holding her supplies before disappearing into the back of her shop again. Tahara took Altrue’s free hand and led him out, the boy unable to take his eyes off his new bow.


***


The afternoon came and went, Altrue spending time with his new bow in the field outside the temple, under the supervision of Tahara and, later, Elana. A quick lunch and then Altrue was back at it. Sure, he wasn’t good by any stretch of the imagination, but he was having fun, and Tahara enjoyed seeing him so happy. As dusk approached she called the boy back home and he reluctantly returned. Elana set about making dinner while Altue and Tahara cuddled on the couch, the older dragon reading the scrolls she had borrowed while Altrue rested his head on her lap, tired out from his big day.


“All done!” Elana called, placing the plates down on the table. each one was loaded with buttered bread, roasted veggies, and assortments of meats. They tucked into their meals, Altrue eating with just as much exuberance as he had that morning. For a while they were quiet, simply enjoying their meal. Spending as much time together as the three of them did, there were often times where there was little, or nothing, to say.


Tahara finally broke the silence halfway through her plate. “I’ll have to visit the Rafts next week. The corvids want to talk trade deals.”


“You haven’t been out there in a while,” Elana remarked. “Just a day trip?”

“Maybe two, depending on how it goes. Nothing more than that.”


“Can I go?!” Altrue asked, ears perking up. He always wanted to see the Rafts, and the ocean in general. He didn’t even remember meeting a corvid before.


“I’m sorry, honey, but no,” Tahara said, frowning when she saw her son’s smile fade. “It would take too long since you can’t fly, and I still think you’re too young to go on a big trip like that. It’s a three day hike, one way.”


“But you said that last time! How much older do I have to be?”


“A few more years, Alty. Ten is just much too young to be wandering around the island, even if you’re with me.”


“Fine…” he said, slumping back in his chair. He was used to being told no, but it still hurt each time. Tahara took his hand and gave it a squeeze.


“I promise, once you’re grown a bit more I’ll take you all over the island, okay? How’s that sound?”


His smile returned a little. “Anywhere I wanna go?”


“Anywhere, sweetie. Swear to the goddess.”


His mood improved somewhat, he finished up his meal and retired to the fire pit, where he picked up a piece of charcoal and some parchment, and doddled at the night wore on. He was joined by his parents shortly after, who cuddled together on the couch next to him. Their behavior became increasingly intimate as time wore on. At first they simply were holding hands, watching Altrue doodle on his parchment, but they soon moved on to kissing and nuzzling. It wasn’t long until they were groping one another, hands squeezing breasts, stroking shafts, and rubbing balls. Finally, Elana pushed Tahara onto her back, the older dragon laying out on the couch as her girlfriend straddled her hips. Tahara closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she felt her cock be enveloped by Elana’s snug canal. The younger dragon began to bounce on her partner’s lap, supporting herself by grasping the prone dragon’s breasts.


Altrue watched their activities from his position on the floor for a moment before returning to his doodles. This was nothing new for him. Just like with their morning sessions, it was extremely common for the two to enjoy each other before bed. It had been that way for as long as he could remember and for the most part he paid them no mind. This time, however, an idea came to mind. He flipped over his parchment and began to scribble on the blank side, occasionally looking over at his parents. His actions weren’t lost on Elana, who finally spoke up after a few minutes.


“Whatcha drawing, honey?” she asked, not pausing her slow bouncing.


“I’m almost done, gimme a sec!” Altrue replied. Elana looked down at Tahara, who just shrugged and looked over at her son as well, waiting for him to finish. It didn’t take long, and with a quick flourish, Altrue stood up and went to stand next to his mating parents, holding out the drawing to them. “Here ya go!”


Tahara, the only one with free hands currently, took the drawing. She looked at it for a long moment before letting out a hearty laugh, turning it around to show Elana. It was a crude drawing (Altrue could sing but he was no artist) but still very obvious what it was. It was a picture of Altrue’s parents as they were now, Elana riding her girlfriend’s cock on their couch. Altrue even drew himself at the foot of the couch, doodling the drawing they were currently looking at. Elana stared at the image before joining her partner in laughing. Altrue frowned as they laughed.


“Is it not good..?”


Tahara composed herself and reached out to pull him into a hug. “N-no, Alty, it’s lovely! Whew, goddess, we just w-weren’t expecting that is all!”


“You did a good job, honey!” Elana said, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek while he was in Tahara’s hug. “But… Do you really think my butt’s that big?”


“He’s not far off,” Tahara teased. “He gave you quite the cock to compensate, though.”


“Goddess I wish it was that big,” Elana replied. “Honestly he did a pretty good job on your boobs, Tari.”


“He did!” Tahara smiled up at Altrue, reaching an arm out to stroke his cheek. “I love it, honey. It’s perfect. Why don’t you put it on the wall over our bed, huh? With the others.”


Altrue grinned happily and took the drawing into the bedroom, affixing it to the wall near the head of his parents’ bed where a few other of his drawings were. He smiled at it for a moment before returning to the living room, plopping down on the floor to return to his doodling. His parents were still giggling to each other over his drawing as they resumed their activities. The scent of sex began to fill the room as they continued, and soon their moans and grunts began to fill it as well. As usual, Elana was the first to hit her climax, biting her lip and stifling her moans as she came. Her seed burst out and coated Tahara’s belly and breasts in strands of white. The older dragon gripped her partner’s thighs and began to quickly piston in an out, working herself towards her own orgasm. It wasn’t far behind, and soon Tahara was stifling her own moans and grunts as she came inside her girlfriend’s womb.


Elana let herself down on top of Tahara, the two sharing a passionate kiss as their bodies relaxed. They broke apart and nuzzled one another, sighing happily as they hugged each other close. One final moan between the two as Tahara’s cock slipped out of Elana’s embrace. The two giggled and kissed once more before Elana sat up.


“Better clean up before I start to leak… Aww, look at that,” she said, smiling down at where Altrue was. The boy was fast asleep, charcoal still held in his hand and a half-finished doodle, currently being drooled on by him, under his head. Tahara chuckled and rose from the couch, leaning down to pick up the sleeping preteen.


“He’s so cute,” she said, smiling down at her son as she carried him to their room. “I’m gonna miss this when he’s older.”


“He’s in such a hurry to grow up,” Elana said, making her way to the washroom to clean up. “He really ought to slow down while he can.”


Tahara placed her son down in his bed, tucking him in before placing her lips against his forehead. “Goodnight, Alty, darling. I love you.”
