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Mandarax - :Mandarax
Cameos - Shade1 Bahn
Part 1 - https://inkbunny.net/s/2794796
Part 2 - https://inkbunny.net/s/3334678
Mandarax the dragon manages to escape with the green life gem despite Ceylon's best attempts to stop him. However, it turns out she has more tricks under her tail than he expected and now she has a plan to get it back
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\tThat Maternal Feeling: Part 2
\tMandarax and Ceylon stared at each other from either side of the ruins. She was bloated with his seed and his cock was gradually slipping back up into his slit. He stood tall, proud, and more than a little arrogant about having come out on top. She was crouched down, chest to the ground and bulging belly dragging along the dirty, vine-covered ruins.
\t“This isn't over between us.” She hissed at him, wings and feathers flared to show her anger.
\tHe just smirked. “I wouldn't be so sure of that.” He looked down over his snout at her, confident that even if she wanted to pursue him there was nothing she could do to keep up. She was so overloaded with his essence – extra heavy dragon seed, even – that she posed no further threat. The pair of them were pretty evenly matched otherwise but she was severely handicapped by his 'gift'. This extra confidence encouraged him to gloat a bit. While both his eyes and Ceylon's were occasionally glancing over at the source of the distraction, someone who had been following and watching them the whole time, their focus was mostly on each other.
\t“So arrogant.” He chastised her as he confidently strutted across the ruins towards her. With every step, a few tiny vines emerged from between the bricks and stone to wrap around his claws and toes. He ignored them, as they were tiny and weak while he was strong and large. “You thought you could trick us into helping you find the gem, then when we finally got close enough you disappear in the middle of the night and take it all for yourself. Getting us all to hate you was quite the trick. A Clever way to make us happy for your disappearance.”
\tShe just growled at him, the deep and guttural vocalization a rumble akin to that of a crocodile or saurian. “Don't be so cocky, dragon. You think I'm not onto you? I know why you're here and it's not for the reward.”
\tThe bushes rustled near them and they both shot a glance over, knowing that it may have been important. They still kept their focus on each other, knowing they were the greater threat.
\t“And why exactly is that? To get the gemstone? Of course it was for that. You think any relic worth that much coin wasn't going to be worth holding ransom to the highest bidder? Or better yet, using it? Once I find out what it does, I clearly will have the power to-”
\t“To what?” Ceylon scoffed. “You have no idea what it does. I do.”
\tHe narrowed his eyes at her. He assumed she was just here for the same reason he was, only she was being an insufferable tease. “So tell me, if you're so confident about that, what does it do?”
\t“For you? Nothing. If you don't know exactly what spell it has within it, you will not be able to use it. And without an expert appraiser who can decipher it, you never will. And I mean expert. The best in the world. I guarantee you won't find that because-”
\t“Let me guess, you're the best appraiser in the world?” He huffed and snapped at her, teeth bared. “Don't make me laugh. You want me to believe you're all of a sudden this savant of a magical archaeologist? Please. You're just like all other gryphons, attracted to the shiny object and willing to cheat and lie and manipulate to get it. You can't trick me, Ceylon.”
\tHer expression changed instantly. She had a whole speech prepared to convince him to let it go and that it wasn't worth it but instead chose not to use her words in that way. “Alright. You caught me. I just want the shiny thing, but that's pretty hard projection on your part because you're no different. I nailed you down earlier when I said you just wanted to add it to your hoard. Because that's what they say dragons do. You wanna know the honest truth? I know that most dragons aren't like that. I've met plenty who were kind and generous, but not you.”
\tHe cracked a tail whip at her, smacking her on the flank and making her bloated belly jiggle. “I'd say I was quite generous with you. I'm not sure what it is you think you're saying, but-”
\t“Stop patronizing me. If you're so certain of your righteous indignation, go take your prize and get out of my life. But you know we have an audience, right? If you steal that relic then you'll be branded a traitor to the crown and hunted down by scores of men from here to the Ijimulian. It's not worth it for you.”
\t“And it is for you?” He stepped past her and started walking towards the staircase that led down into the ruins. “Your hypocrisy is stunning.” With every step, more vines grew from the rocks beneath his feet, and the closer he got to the stairs the bigger and the stronger they were. He still was able to shake them off and snap them into pieces without much issue so he paid them no mind.
\tCeylon stood up tall on all fours, letting her bloated belly swing beneath her. With a few steps she was directly behind him so that she was as far away from him as he was from the entrance to the ruins. “Yes. Because I told you, I actually know what it does and how to use it.”
\tMandarax scoffed and rolled his eyes, ignoring her while he approached the stair case. Right as he went to make the first step onto the top stair, he found his talon halted at ground level, a half meter away from the actual step. He tapped and clawed at the resistance, noting that he was unable to push through it. There appeared to be an invisible force stopping him from going down, one that perfectly aligned with ground level over the whole stairwell. Much like before, where there was a projected image of rocks and stone that disappeared when a magic switch was touched, only he could still see down the stair well. “Clever girl.” He idly complimented before rearing up to slam down.
\tThe intention was to break through the barrier but he was stopped when a series of vines whipped up from either side of him and snared both wrists and both ankles. They snaked up his limbs and pulled him down so that all four feet were on rock and stone. He was able to resist and snap the vines with some work but these were a lot stronger than the first ones. His default assumption was that the living forest was defending itself from him so he didn't even bother to think of anything else.
\tAfter snapping the vines and rearing up again to get another attempt at breaking the barrier, a much thicker vine burst from under some stones and wrapped around his neck followed by similarly sized ones around all his limbs. Even his tail got a vine wrapped around it that snared him down.
\tHe got pinned with more vines growing around him, each one adding to the existing net of flora that held him in place. Of course he struggled, getting increasingly frustrated and angered by the situation, only to have his head wrenched in a way that forced him to look back at Ceylon.
\tNot only was Ceylon not being apprehended by the same vines that snared him but she was in a pose that showed she was ready for action and there was a teal flame with purple streaks billowing out the corner of both her eyes. It took Mandarax a moment to put things together but he came to realize that she wasn't a potential victim of the forest's protection spells but was in fact controlling them.
\tIt all made sense. That's why she knew what the gem did. That's why she was trying to protect it. That's why she was being so cruel. She was the one who was trying to throw them off. It also meant that he knew with absolute certainty that the gemstone was powerful beyond his wildest dreams.
\tThis revelation gave him the will to struggle against the vines. Every muscle under his scale bulged as he resisted their containment, eventually snapping every single one of them in a single burst followed by a full-bodied slam against the barrier keeping him out of the ruin's underground chamber.
\tThere was a flash that burst from the barrier followed by a shockwave that made every tree in the area jerk and sway away from it. The vines all dissolved into dirt and dander, trickling off him to get lost among the stones of the ruins. At the same time, he saw that Ceylon had been struck by the shockwave, its energy seeming to concentrate in her head, giving her an insufferable migraine. “You get what you deserve.” He growled at her before bounding down the stairs.
\tMandarax wasted no time bounding across the underground ruin to reach the altar where the large purple gemstone was resting. It glowed at him, a purple mist billowing out towards every wall, drawing in vines from them slowly. Slow enough that he was able to snatch it from its place without issue. The moment the gem broke contact with the stone that held it in place, the vines that were reaching inward from the walls all turned to dirt and fell to the ground.
\tMere seconds later, as he was leaving the underground ruin, he heard the familiar sound of rumbling and shifting that was known to precede a cave-in. He acted quickly by running across the room with the gem in his mouth, bounding on all fours towards the exit stairs, bits of rock and stone raining on him and tumbling over his back all the while.
\tHe only barely managed to burst from the stairwell to relative safety just as the entire ceiling collapsed. Had he been a few seconds later he would have been buried in the rubble of the ruins. He looked back to see that there was a massive crater where the ruins used to be, trees and vines all in the rubble and completely destroyed.
\t“I hope you're happy with yourself.” Ceylon chastised him as she collapsed in a pile upon her own swollen belly. Next to her were all three of the other adventurers they'd left Arrenthen Castle with. All of them had a disappointed look on their faces.
\tMandarax stood tall and spit the gemstone into his hand, grinning down at it. “I care not for your petty judgment. You all would have done the same thing.” He slid the gem back into his maw and deliberately walked past Ceylon, knowing that breaking the barrier had temporarily incapacitated her and she couldn't follow him.
\tRight as their shoulders touched, Ceylon slowly glanced back at him with a look of utter contempt. “You'd best not show yourself in this region again unless you want a battalion of warriors coming at you with spears and swords and all manner of methods to scale you alive.”
\tThough he had the gem in his mouth he was able to part ways with a statement of confidence. “Let them come.” Was all he said.
\tRight before he was able to bound out of the clearing to disappear into the living woods without them, Ceylon managed to get one last statement to him.
\t“You won today, Mandarax, so savour this victory while you can. One day, when my strength has recovered and my body is no longer encumbered by your little gift, I will find you. And when I do, you'd best prepare to negotiate because I will not be so generous next time.”
\tHe stopped before slipping past the treeline and turned back around. He glared directly at Ceylon. “So you're saying I should end you now?”
\t“You're welcome to try.” She challenged.
\tAfter looking her up and down, he scoffed. “I'd never harm the one who held my seed. You're safe for today. When you find me I'll be ready. And you'd best bring my clutch with you.” With that, he leapt away from her, disappearing into the dense foliage while the gemstones that grew glowed purple in proximity to the gemstone.
\tCeylon couldn't help but wonder if she'd done the right thing. She probably could have stopped him but she had a deep-seeded maternal feeling that was keeping her from wanting to be too cruel with Mandarax. She couldn't explain it but when he told her to hold the seed inside she took it to heart and she couldn't do that while also resisting him.
\tThis would definitely be a moment of reflection and frustration for her. She had a lot to think about in the coming weeks as the seed inside her took form.
\tShe and the others begrudgingly left the living forest together, eventually coming to report the theft to the royal family. As expected, a bounty was put upon Mandarax's horns. If he was seen anywhere in Arrenthen for the next year he'd be apprehended on sight.
\tIn truth, Ceylon knew it woudn't be that easy. If he could break through her vines and barriers he would be able to fend off all who came for him.
\tFortunately she had time to hatch a plan.
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\tCeylon had quite the tumultuous month following her experience with Mandarax in the living forest. She returned to her home with her serpent partner in the geothermal caves of the Saurian Scar beyond the eastern shore of Untheria. Travelling there with a womb full of dragon seed that she refused to let go was quite the task, of course.
\tLetting Mandarax's essence out of her was the most logical direction to go. She wasn't loyal to him, she didn't owe him anything, and his weight really did hold her down. Yet despite those realities she just couldn't bring herself to disobey him in that way. She felt obligated to carry his seed full term and return with his clutch when she was done with it. Her maternal instincts took over – something that never happened in the past – and demanded she keep the resulting egg.
\tThat was a truly noble sense of duty, one she quickly regretted after a matter of weeks. The seed inside her was quite the inconvenience at first but it quickly grew into a burden as it solidified. While it was all sloshy liquid, her abdomen could adjust, adapt, and work around it. But as the shell formed around it, his essence turned into a nightmare for her body to deal with. Movement was a pain, she was weighed down constantly, and she couldn't even play with her serpent partner without having to try anal or tail stuff.
\tIn time she did eventually decide that it had to go. Once there was a shell between his seed and her flesh, she lost most of the maternal instincts to keep it. So she tried to lay it, to push it out and dispose of it. The problem was that he'd filled her so much and the egg was so big that she literally couldn't get it out. The girth of the egg was so massive her very hip bones couldn't let it pass. She felt like with the aid of some magic it would help but after a few attempts she decided it was in her best interest to do something with it.
\tWith the help of her partner and an alchemist, she was able to compress the egg a bit so it was a bit easier to pass but still not quite small enough to slide out of her. She and the alchemist devised a plot to make something out of it, something that would help her get back at Mandarax. In the mean time she had to keep the egg inside her, to ensure things worked as planned.
\tWell, less an act of revenge and a genuine hope for reconciliation. She'd rather have him as an ally than an enemy and if she was going to get that gem back she needed sincerity.
\tSo, with her revised burden and plan, she focused her efforts on finding where in the world Mandarax rested his wings. She had quite the network of friends to scour every corner of the map until they found some evidence of him and tracked him down. A literal hive mind.
\tIronically, Mandarax lived on an island off the coast of Tehgol. As a dragon he must have been collaborating with the Tehgolian royal family to get the egg back. It was a saurossin nation, after all.
\tEven with the burden of the egg inside her, Ceylon flew her way from one end of the continent to the other, dedicated beyond reason. Her drive to catch up with that dragon was literally enough for her to carry his burden across three nations just to get back at him.
\tThe trek took a full week even by wing. She had to fly from the caves on her island to land ashore on Untheria, head north up the shore and across the border in Arrenthen, then finally west into Tehgol, where she had to cross a strait to get to where she heard Mandarax was calling home. That was literally the opposite side of the continent, from her island on the south east to his on the north west.
\tShe needed to get that gemstone back. It didn't matter the cost. But first she needed to make sure it was there and he hadn't sold it for other trinkets or gemstones when he realized just how useless it was to him. Powerful and valuable in the hands of others but useless to him.
\tWith the aid of magically buoyant thermals keeping her high above the mountains that lined the edge of the island, Ceylon was sure to glide and scan the land for the specific magical signature that she'd tagged the gemstone with before letting him head off with it. Once she picked up the signal, she tucked her wings and dove down, aiming towards the source.
\tAs she descended close and closer to the mountain range, she noticed a distinct reflection coming from a cliff face half way up one of the summits. Upon getting closer she could see what looked like the terrace of a mansion carved into the rock itself, with windows and open doorways leading to a plateau overlooking the basin below. The rock of the cliff side appeared to be carved in such a way that it resembled brick, even though it was clearly just part of the mountain itself.
\tShe identified that as Mandarax's current location. HE was in that home that was carved into the cliff face. That's where she'd confront him.
\tAfter one final dive she landed heavily on what could best be described as his front yard. The plateau laid out before the terrace was well dressed with rock formations, what appeared to be gardens, a pond, and a patio for basking in the sun. Something about it felt wrong, like there was no way this was Mandarax's home. It was too ... homely.
\tAs she landed, careful to not knock over any of the rocks out of a weird sense of respect, she eventually came to a stop right in front of the massive twin doors. Here, she was faced with a dilemma. Did she want to politely knock and negotiate with him as she implied she would, or was she just going to use her power to knock in the door and demand the gemstone?
\tHer budding rage told her to go berserker and take no hostages. But that was only a small part of her even with a month's build up of frustration. Angry or not her default setting was to be reasonable and not jump to conclusions or use violence or aggression where reason would work better. Plus, she wasn't even convinced this was Mandarax's home, just that he had spent time here and that the gemstone was here. For all she knew, he was stashing it at a partner's home or thought he was hiding it here by keeping it away from those who might seek him at his actual home.
\tThese factors all encouraged her to not blast the door in but instead knock, rapping on the tall doors with her knuckles the stepping back to wait for an answer. A full minute later and nothing so she tried again and waited again. Still nothing. After a third knock and patient delay with no answer, she began to wonder if anyone was even home.
\tCeylon's source claimed that Mandarax was most often seen here, so she came here. The spell that aided her in finding and pinpointing the gemstone itself drew her to this location in particular. Those two things were not necessarily linked. He may have been out doing other things while the gemstone was here. And that really was the most likely explanation given his lack of response to her knocking on the door.
\tOr maybe his home was just so high in the mountains he never expected someone to knock and he assumed it was just rocks or something.
\tOut of curiosity she stepped to the nearest window and extended up on her toes to peek inside. If someone was home she might see them. Inside it was just one open cave with the walls carved out as shelves, each one housing a different relic of some sort. Staves, gems, infused weapons and armour pieces. Not her gemstone, though. There were a few caves leading off in three directions and her senses told her that the gemstone was just in that general direction. It was here.
\tThis left her in an awkward situation. She had already internally decided that she wasn't going to do any damage or tear the place open if she didn't need to and she wasn't even sure if Mandarax was the one who lived here so she wasn't sure if she should be angry at the stuff outside. Rather than risk upsetting someone who didn't deserve to feel her wrath, she just curled up on the basking spot near the giant front doors of the terrace and waited.
\tHours passed with her there, the sun beating down on her wings and back. At one point she rolled over so she was exposing her belly, the warmth emanating through her to lightly bake the egg in her womb. That could have been fun, of course.
\tRight as the sun threatened to disappear over the other side of the mountain, she heard the powerful sound of wings beating behind her. She rolled to all fours and focused on the sounds to find out where it was coming from.
\tAs she was scanning the skies a massive red dragon blew by overhead, barely cresting the mountain above her before banking sharply and diving down to the plateau that overlooked the basin. It was Mandarax, coming home to roost.
\tMid-dive he noticed that there was a back and white gryphon waiting for him, urging him to slow down and hover-flap just above her. She was just sitting there, patiently on her rump while looking up. It was clear he didn't quite know how to respond to this so he slowed his flapping to descend onto the plateau, eventually coming to land in front of her.
\tOnce the two were close but just outside of their respective reach, he heavily plopped his hindquarters down to match her position while staring down at her. “Well, well. Took you long enough to find me. After all that talk of getting revenge and threats and ominous warnings, I assumed I'd hear from you within days. A month later, though? Honestly sad.”
\t“Don't be so smug, dragon. I found you weeks ago.”
\t“So why not come earlier then? Still dealing with my gift?” He tilted his head a bit to see if he could get a better look at her belly. Her abdomen was still swollen but notably smaller than before. “Did you not lay the resulting egg yet? Should have been out of you weeks ago.”
\tShe narrowed her gaze at him. “That's part of why I'm here, actually. I need help getting it out. It's a bit too big for me and you're the only dragon I know well endowed enough to loosen me up enough to get it out.”
\tHe looked like he was about to say something when he stopped and narrowed his gaze right back. It was clear to him something was highly suspect but Ceylon had played him perfectly. His instincts couldn't resist the allure of wrecking a tight gryphon pussy. “I see. Well, I'm not so sure I'm feeling all to generous. I won the last round and I don't think you really deserve my help.” Though he was being quite brash with his tone his facial expression and the subtle bulge of his slit gave away his true desires; he absolutely wanted to help her out if it meant more of her.
\tCeylon picked up on this and tried to use it against him. “If you want the resulting egg, you'll have to earn it. I assure you it will be worth your time.” She got to all fours and started pacing from side to side in front of him, deliberately angling herself so he could see her plump, swollen lips. Vulva that was clearly ready to lay an egg. “And if nothing else, you get another chance to put me in my place.”
\tMandarax growled as he lowered his head to be at her level, a sneer curling up the sides of his lips. “I think you just couldn't resist being away from me for so long. You got a taste for dragon flesh and now you want more.” He stepped up to her so his chest was nearly pressing against her flank. “You could have just never came to find me and yet here you are. Gravid and heavy and needy.”
\tShe rolled her eyes and sighed at him; she was having a very hard time playing along. “More like it's your responsibility. You got this egg inside me, so you are going to help me get it out. If you don't want it, I'll just crack it and dispose of it.”
\tOddly enough, her threat seemed to work. Mandarax was keen on the idea of her needing him more than anything but he also felt this strange paternal link to the egg inside her. It was his, after all. And while he couldn't explain it even to himself he couldn't help but feel compelled to possess the egg once he got close enough to her to sense its presence.
\tHe shouldn't have been able to sense an egg, yet he could feel a special energy coming from within her, an energy that practically begged for him to take it.
\tGiven that he, too was compelled to want the egg he let himself fall into what must have been a trap. He stepped up behind her and placed a front talon on her haunches, deliberately digging a claw into her to test and see if she was going to respond. She didn't react at all so he patted her gently and then cradled her belly to feel the egg inside her. “Ah yes, such is the power of dragon seed. We create eggs so large that gryphons cannot hope to contain them.”
\t“I get it, dragon.” Ceylon hissed while kicking his talon away with one hind leg. “I'm not interested in playing coy or being flirty with you. I present to you an offer. You help me get the egg out and you can keep it. Make me enjoy the process and you might even feel some pride in your reward.”
\t“I'm not so sure you understand me.” He countered. “I'll take what I want and you can keep what I allow. I assumed you would have figured that out after the last time we met.” As he taunted her, he laid his palm on her haunches again, wedging a thumb under her tail to force it up in order to get a good, long look at her swollen, pregnant lips. She was ready to lay that egg, her insides were leaking lubricant that soaked her plump vulva.
\tCeylon feigned trying to get away from his grip, her tail maw opening up and then snapping at him like a snake defending itself. All the strikes missed but she didn't worry too much about that. “Oh, there's more to the story but you'll have to earn the egg first. Get it out of me and we can talk. Until then, you're useless to me.”
\tHe gave her tail a tug, roughly yanking her across the basking pad in order to place her right in front of him, her haunches practically rubbing against his foreleg. “You speak a tall game but-”
\tShe immediately cut him off by having her tail maw chomp down on his muzzle, closing his mouth and silencing him. It was shockingly strong; so much so that it actually kept him from opening his mouth to speak when he was actively trying to resist her. “Stop. I told you I don't want to hear your excuses or your back-talk or your brazen attitude. Help me get this egg out of me, and you can have it. We can talk and negotiate after. Unless that happens we have nothing to say. Make your choice.” She then slowly released her tail maw's grip from his muzzle, peeling off and then closing up.
\tMandarax was certain there was more to this than she was letting on but he didn't care to fuss about with it. She had made it clear that no further discussions would be had until he mounted her and got the egg out of her. That's not actually what she said but that was what he heard. Since that ultimatum went both ways, he was happy to indulge her. “Fine.” Was all he said before grabbing her by the base of one wing and pulling her in close.
\tShe trilled at him and lowered her chest to the ground. “Finally.” She sneered. “I was beginning to think you were all talk and no action.” With her chest still tight to the ground, she wiggled her back end and started clenching her loins to squeeze out some of the concoction her depths had been secreting; up to this point she'd been holding it back, actively refusing to let him have it or see it until she was sure he was going to make use of it.
\tOf course he was. The second he saw her inner slime cascade out from between her lips the bulge in his loins parted his slit and his massive black member squeezed out. He kept a firm grip on her wing for leverage while pulling her back and forcing her to lay down between his front legs, that way he could ensure he had control over her. She was where she needed to be, where she belonged: Under a dragon. That's where gryphons needed to be.
\tHe was mildly torn about what to do next. If he was going to get that egg out he knew that foreplay would definitely loosen her up, but he also didn't want to give her that luxury since he remembered what happened the month prior. She did not deserve his compassion, at least not yet. So, with his motivation laid out in front of him he wasted no time getting into position.
\tCeylon grinned and laid her chin down on the basking stones, knowing that her plan was being executed flawlessly. She kept her hindquarters hoisted up and her legs spread to best ensure that there was no resistance. She may have been tricking him but she did still need the egg out of her and the best way to do that was to give him free reign over her body, at least for now.
\tMandarax wasn't thinking too much about that. He just saw a gryphon splayed out beneath him, rump up and pussy exposed. Instincts took over and he wrapped both front talons around her hips to hold her in place while his member slowly unfurled to full length, its tip resting on the basking stones next to her. He clenched his loins to make it rear up, allowing the tip to land flat between her rump cheeks, oozing his own fluids onto her tail hole and below.
\tAt the same time he was deliberately squeezing her belly from both sides to get a feel for the egg inside her. He alternated both talons to make it sway back and forth, then gave it a bit of a squeeze between both at the same time. Doing this did get Ceylon to clench her abdominal wall, putting up a barrier of muscle between his grip and the egg inside her. The look she gave him told him not to bother doing that; despite his tendency to be dominant he actually listened and stopped.
\tWith the weight of his cock resting between her rump cheeks, the girth of his lightly ridged length grinding against her lips, and the smear of their combined fluid between them she couldn't help but flag her tail and arch her back to force his tip into her.
\tThere was some resistance as she'd not done anything through her birth canal since getting the egg aside from trying to lay it, but there wasn't too much since the hormones within her had kept that region plump and pliable in anticipation. She was gravid, her body knew it and was preparing for the inevitable laying of it. So even though she was not properly stretched for sex, her flesh was malleable enough that it counter-balanced that issue.
\tHis meat popped into her, just barely parting her lips and resting inside her. He actually made a cute, surprised 'rur' of a noise as he was shocked that she was not only able to handle him but eagerly demanding it. He wanted to gloat but remembered that she had insisted he not do that. And he listened.
\tThe dragon seemed to have no idea what sort of influence the egg inside her was having on him. Much like how his seed granted her temporary maternal feelings, his proximity to his egg was giving him a similar paternal instinct that had him at least partially submitting to her desires in order to be a better carer of the egg. That was what was happening, even if he couldn't quite explain it to himself. All he knew in the heat of the moment was that she was horny, he was ready, and he needed to do his job as the giver of the seed to make it happen. If that meant doing as he was told in exchange, it was worth it.
\tSo he didn't bite down on her this time. He didn't squeeze her or force her into position. As he felt his length squeeze between her haunches and slide through her depths half way to his base he actually found himself worrying about her desires. Her pleasure. Her comfort. Normally he'd just have his fun and move on, and with Ceylon in particular he felt like he had a duty to dominate her, but he wasn't feeling either of those desires.
\tIn a strange twist of fate for him, he just wanted to gently pump into her. Sure, he still wanted to feel her tight flesh squeezing around his girth as he slammed his hips to hers, but he had an inclination to do so in a way that she enjoyed, too. But since he was in the throes of instinctive lust his brain wasn't picking up on these fundamental changes to his desires. All he knew at the time was that he desired a thing and he was going to get that thing. He wanted her pussy to swallow his cock, so that's what he was getting. The circumstances surrounding that interaction was not relevant beyond those details.
\tCeylon knew this and was happy to take advantage of this. She scooted back and gyrated her hips, both grinding on his girth and also seeking the best angle to have it go deeper. The pressure of it bulging her lower belly out even against the egg inside made her feel like she was floating high in the skies, resting in a cloud and pleasured by all. She couldn't help but trill a bit, genuinely enjoying his less aggressive but equally rough, deep pounding.
\tMost importantly, she could feel his gently tapered but still blunt tip grinding against her cervix, threatening to dilate her more than she already was. Given that her body was prepared to drop an egg any time, her womb was loose, her cervix was gaped, and her pussy was tender with anticipation.
\tAll elements Mandarax happily used to pleasure himself. And her. He still didn't pick up on the fact that he was also trying his best to satisfy her as well as himself. His goal in the heat of the moment was mutual release; his seed and her egg, which was also his egg. The best way to do that was to keep a steady yet firm pace. Slow at first but gradually intensifying all while never going soft.
\tHe did exactly that, forcing himself as deep as he could go with a single thrust, gradually letting each of his bulges lurch into her one at a time until he felt her cervix wrapping around the tip of his cock. Once he was as deep as he could go he slowly pulled out, letting his ridges tug on her flesh and the subtle suction that formed within her gently sucking the egg out of her. Before he could fully pull out, he stopped to ensure the seal was never broken and her walls remained clenched tight between his member and the egg prior to another full thrust.
\tEach one of these cycles happened a bit harder and a bit faster than the last, gradually coming to the point where he could feel her cervix slide over his head and wrap around his cock tip to give him a gentle squeeze before he tugged out again, the resulting suction a bit stronger every time. The sensation of feeling a segment of his length in her womb pressed tight between her wall and the textured shell of the egg drove him a little bit more wild, vastly intensifying his thrusts.
\tThe girth of his length was absolutely destroying her depths, as was the plan. She not only saw this as the appropriate steps needed to retrieve the egg but a rather fun time as well. She wasn't moving her body much, as she remained with rump up and chest down, wings partially spread and chin on the ground between her front talons, but that didn't mean she wasn't doing her part.
\tWhile still, she was focusing on her inner muscles as best she could. She clenched when he pushed in to accentuate the friction between them, then relaxed her inner muscles when he pulled out to ensure she wasn't stopping the egg from descending. At the same time, at the apex of his pull out, she clenched just her most exterior muscles to keep that seal between his flesh and hers, ensuring no air entered her and the suction helped tug the egg. On top of all of this her forward abdominal muscles were clenching to push down on the egg as best she could at all times.
\tShe was a complicated machine of moving parts, all clenching and releasing and moving in waves to perfectly match his every move. No matter what he did or what position he took or what angle he had over her, she had a combination of unique muscles to manipulate, massaging his cock in a very clear bid to have him force the egg out.
\tIt took him a lot longer than it normally would have, but her expert massage of his length gradually enticed him to lose himself to lust. With front talons still around her hindquarters he leaned over and bit down on her neck, forcing her to stay in place as he thrust with all his might into her.
\tThe angle of his body mixed with her ability to perfectly relax and clench when necessary had him burying himself all the way to the base, the scales of his slit slapping her between her cheeks, their concoctions mixing in webs and bridges between them that stretched and compressed with every thrust. He could feel the extra tight bottleneck that was her cervix practically stroking his entire length save the lowest ridges of his cock, the ones still in her egg-birthing canal.
\tHis entire length plowed through her and wrapped around the egg inside her womb; if his member was prehensile it could have curled around the egg and tugged it out, but he wasn't capable of that at this time. All he could do was slam his hips to hers in shallow but deep thrusts, the bulges of his length popping in and out of her cervix to further loosen her up.
\tShe pushed down with all her might, resisting the pressure of his cock stuffing her to be once again full of all he had to offer and give her. The bulge in her belly, shaped like both his cock and the egg, shifted inside her as her walls collapsed and relaxed, alternately tensing in waves to see what angle would best shift the egg down when he pulled out.
\tMandarax was so lost in the moment he forgot what it was he was trying to do despite the texture of the egg grinding against his shaft with every thrust. He just descending into proper feral lust, jaws still clamped around her neck as he grew increasingly wild with her, his thrusting motions getting so firm and aggressive he was scooting her along the heating pad beak first.
\tCeylon managed to resist his thrusts but it seemed to take away from her concentration on what was going on inside her. Luckily it seemed she didn't have much longer to wait for the job to be done. On one of his pull-outs she felt the egg descend and nearly breach her cervix, sucked out by the suction and the fact that her canal had been appropriately battered and beaten into submission.
\tBut given that Mandarax had long since lost sight of his goal, he just thrust back in, slamming the egg against the bottom of her womb while also breaching alongside it. His ridges along the length of his cock were throbbing and expanding with every beat of his heart, almost perfectly times with the pulsations of her walls clenching around him alongside her pulse. The combination of both of those factors and the friction that came with his aggressive thrusts and the pressure of the egg squeezing his shaft between its shell and her walls quickly brought him to climax.
\tMuch like before his cock erupted inside her, spraying his seed deep inside with such power that it actually made the egg inside flip around once her womb was properly inflated and there was more room to dance around. His seed made a maelstrom of spinning mess inside her that had the egg bouncing around inside from one end of her womb to the other. The seal of her cervix kept any of it coming out as his length throbbed and pumped more and more inside; just like before her belly swelled wide the more he left inside her and she did her best to keep any of it from coming out.
\tAt first. That didn't last too long.
\tHe kept his maw clamped down on her neck as he pumped more and more into her, the weight of his chest pressing her belly to the basking stone and making her walls splay out.
\tHer toes curled against the stone, just enough to make him wince and relax. The subtle audio seemed to ever so slightly draw him from the trans that had taken him over for most of the session. Once he shook his head to clear the mind fog, Ceylon crawled out from under him while clenching every muscle in her body.
\tShe squirmed between his front legs, pulling her depths off his cock as his ridges tugged her insides and once again created a suction between the egg and his cock tip. The main difference this time was that her cervix was more gaped, she was forcing a contraction along her whole body, and there were buckets worth of dragon seed applying extra pressure on the egg from the inside.
\tAll of these factors worked in unison to force the egg to pop out of her womb with a torrent of cum splashing out from between her lips the moment his cock tip was yanked out of her depths.
\tIn a single, split second eruption everything burst from within her. His cock popped out of her, instantly releasing the pressure and removing the seal that kept it all inside her; next came a wave of cum that the egg rode out on, bursting from her lips all at once and landing on the ground between them as a wave of seed sloshed around it.
\tHer vaginal canal and vulva both sealed up and squeezed the last of his essence from her depths the moment she felt the lurch of the egg bursting from under her tail. She immediately followed it up by lowering the base of her tail to form a makeshift lid, completely hiding her holes from him as she escaped his grip during the confusion and post orgasmic bliss.
\tShe felt immediately relieved, the pressure of the egg now gone and her womb empty again. She left Mandarax on the basking pad, not even noticing the details of the egg that was laying in a puddle underneath him.
\tAll he could do was glare at her. “You tricked me.” He growled, finally recognizing how strangely he was behaving. “What did you do to me? How did you-” He was prepared to berate her and was very animated in trying to look threatening when he caught a glimpse of the egg on the ground between his hind legs and saw what made it so unique
\tThe egg was red. Not white or cream or even speckled, but blood red. And not just normal blood red but it was semi-translucent, like it was made out of crystal or gemstone. A shell made of or at least coated in ademane. On top of that, the shell textutre wasn't lightly rippled and dappled, but had the texture of a dragon's egg, covered in keeled scales. They looked sharp.
\t“Wait, what did you...what is this?” He scooped it up and held it close to his face so he could let the sun shine through it. He saw there was nothing inside it and it appeared to be a glass ornament.
\tCeylon shook herself off and let the last of her fluids seep out before putting a few bounds of distance between them. Once she was sure he wouldn't try anything stupid. “I offer you a trade.”
\tWhile still peering through the red crystal, he glanced around the egg to get a better look at her. “I think I know where this is going but I'm listening.” He went back to oogling the gemstone egg.
\tShe started pacing, deliberately keeping distance while also making sure she was near the large twin doors of the front terrace of the cliffside mansion. “I want my gemstone back.”
\t“Sorry, but it's not yours. I won that fair and square.”
\t“No, you did not. I let you have it.”
\tHe laughed as condescendingly as he could. “Sure. You're not having it.”
\tThat was when she decided to stare at the gemstone, the teal mist billowing from her eyes with an appropriately red streak in the wisps. The gemstone egg started to glow and soon became too hot for even Mandarax to touch. He instinctively dropped it but then it hovered in midair, right at his face height. Once she was sure she had his attention, she walked up to him with head held high. “It is not your gemstone to keep. It is my egg. I made it and I put it there specifically so that the forest would have limitless energy to protect itself from the likes of people like you.”
\t“How would that even work?” Mandarax asked, not sure what he should focus on.
\tBut in all her smug confidence, Ceylon kept pacing around him, the mist from her eyes seemingly triggering the red egg to stay glowing and hovering in place. “I bet you took that relic to every appraiser you could find to see what it did, didn't you? And none of them could find a single lick of magic inside it.”
\tHis eyes narrowed. He didn't need to confirm her accuracy.
\t“Yeah that's what I thought. You know why I was so certain that you'd not be able to find your answers? Because the enchantment I put upon it is directly linked to the crystals of those woods. Its magic only works in those woods. The crystals that grew from it resonated with its magic and amplified it. The moment it was taken from there, its magic lay dormant. Useless ademane unable to be used or to be enchanted.”
\t“Pathetic.” Mandarax scoffed. “If it was such powerful magic how did I manage to best it and remove it from its altar?”
\tCeylon grinned, still wearing her smug look. “The only reason you were able to overpower it was because I had just temporarily deactivated it to move it. I was in the process of smuggling it out when you found me. The plan was to sneak it out without anyone knowing until the hunt was over. Only then would I find a new resting place for it to once again protect the forest.”
\tHe just shook his head. “Tall tales. There's no way a gryphon possesses that much power.”
\t“No? Do you not see the gemstone hovering right in front of your face? Did you not feel the power of my summoned phytomancy pinning you down? The only reason I didn't overpower you in the first place was my maternal instinct. I won't lie, you giving me that gift of seed messed with my magic for a bit and I didn't want to hurt anyone. You got away on a technicality.”
\tMandarax paused to think about that. He didn't want to admit it but the things she said were lining up pretty well with what he remembered and her accusations about the appraisers were correct. “So if this is true, then how can I trust you?”
\tShe shrugged, her tail flicking behind her while it belched and spat up the last remnants of his seed. “You can't. But I'll warn you, your two options are me leaving her with my gemstone or both. There's no scenario where you keep it. I want the green one, you can have the red one. And before you ask, yes the red one has quite a lot of power behind it as well. It's not as strong as the green one but it's yours. Only you can use it, that's why it's red. That's why it was made and infused with your seed. It won't be as strong as mine but it will have far more value to you. That's also why I didn't seek you out earlier; I needed your egg to be ready for you before I proposed a trade.”
\tHe pondered for a moment. Gaze narrowing. “What exactly does it do?” He wasn't sure be believed her but didn't have enough to counter-threaten her. “And what if I refuse.”
\t“It's a natural amplifier. It doesn't have a specific purpose, it just makes any and all of your desires amplified. I know you don't use magic but it will increase your strength. Make you even more hyper virile when in the right mood, etc. Whatever you want from it, it will amplify your existing power. Increase your strength.” She sauntered over to the gate and sat down patiently. “And if you refuse my trade, I take both and you'll never see me again.”
\tDespite not fully trusting her, he didn't really feel like he had much leverage to make a counter offer. She genuinely seemed to know and understand the green gem and her story matched up. She also somehow managed to make another egg-gemstone that was catered to him. It was the same size, the same shape, seemingly made of the same material, and it was glowing red hot and hovering without anything holding it up. All she said made him think that she was being sincere. Even if she wasn't as strong as she claimed she was still magnitudes stronger than he thought or assumed.
\tHe begrudgingly nodded and walked past her to open the doors to his home. Once inside he dug through the treasure horde just beyond the back cavern and came back out with the green gemstone. He held it up and extended his front talon to her, half smirking. “Well played.” He complimented.
\tShe nodded and made the red egg hover over to replace the green gem, losing its glow in the process. Once she had the green gem, which appeared to be another egg now that he thought about it, she slid it under herself and sat on it, her pussy lips easily dilating to wrap around it and swallow it up. Despite it being the same size as the red egg, it passed into her with ease. Maybe it was because she was already loosened up or maybe it was because she was not as stuck as she pretended. “Good play on you.” she said in between grunts as her loins swallowed the green egg. “You're very lucky that you chose this route. I kinda like you, I'd hate to see what I had to do to you if you refused.”
\tShe patted him on the shoulder while she walked past him. She offered him one last nod of approval before leaping into the skies and catching an updraft that curled off the side of the mountain.
\tHe watched as her silhouette disappeared over the snowy peaks of the summit, genuinely impressed that she got one over on him.
\tIn spite of everything Ceylon was just glad she got to resolve this in a fun way instead of resorting to violence. It did teach her a thing or two about playing a heel when trying to manipulate people, though. Don't do it. Be nice. She truly did have a lot more success lifting tail than being rude.
\tCeylon enjoyed the physicality a lot more when she actually got to indulge, too.
\tThe one thing that still confused the both of them despite her power was that maternal instinct that took her over during the initial heist. She couldn't explain that and neither could he. She had her theories but no way to test it unless she sought Mandarax out once more for testing.
\tYes. Testing. For the case of magical research.