>>>Part 4 : What Do You Mean That Was a Test!?
>>>Tags : Half-Dragon, Mother/Son Incest, “Rape”, MILD asphyxiation play, knotting, dirty dirty sex

The Twin Crown Rhinocerous hesitated to lower its head to the water. Thick glassy eyes swam back and forth, looking for movement. But Edward did not betray himself. Long years hiding in the brush had taught him to conceal his presence, and he had his scars to remind him of the dangers. 

The sun was still hanging in the sky, but low. The light bounced off the water, sweltering the air with warmth. The slow, dragging breeze did little for the massive dart flies biting at the rhinocerous, leaving the beast to stand in misery. But Edward was caked in mud which whisked away the heat from his body. He couldn’t even grin without revealing himself, but it was a struggle when the beast’s head started sagging closer to the water. His muscled coiled up like steel springs as he watched the beast’s legs begin to buckle.

It fell into the water, letting the muck ensnare it’s body as it drank deeply. And Edward sprang out of his hiding spot between the rushes. The rhinocerous screamed as he flew through the air, axe lofted high. The beast was too weak to get up from his feet in time, and the iron blade crashed down on the creature’s spine. The bone snapped crudely and the beast thrashed, throwing him back into the muck.

He jumped back to his feet, bloody axe in hand, as his familiar alighted upon a twisted branch to watch. Even crippled, the creature put up a strong fight, but Edward was stronger. Even when it charged him, he grabbed it by the horns, pushing back even as he was shoved through the muck thirty feet before twisting its neck into the water to expose the jugular and hacking it open. The warm blood sprayed across Edward’s chest and he reared back to roar triumphantly before releasing a burst of flame.

Sir Barrington of the Unbroken Spear ruffled his feathers and stared down at him. “Flames of a dragon should not be sullied with gloat,” the hawk said as Edward ripped the axe from the flesh of his kill.

“I contained myself for three hours waiting for the moment he could not rend my gut open when a single flick. Do you know how hard that was? Must be easier for you with the body of a bird rather than the one you were born with,” Edward responded as he started to wipe the mud from his body.

“Patience is truly a virtue,” a woman said from behind him. Edward immediately spun around and leapt atop the corpse to remove himself from the water. Snarling and searching for the source of the voice, finding her easily. The woman was almost middle aged and wearing exotic silks from lands he could only imagine, so thin they didn’t even hide her bountiful breasts and her large nipples with familiar marks surrounding them, teething scars. “Eight years ago I left a whelp in the wilderness. What do I see now?”

“What is the meaning of the visit, Mother?” Edward asked as his fingers twitched along the handle of his axe. Sir Barrington hissed at her. “And why didn’t I notice you approach?”

She just smiled and settled down on stone. “The mud dulls your arcane senses in exchange for hiding you from the mundane. I suppose you wouldn’t have learned that living in the purely physical. But something has come up, and I need to know whether you are strong enough to protect your family yet. And please, call me Pandora,” she said as raised up her hand, and snapped her fingers. The great head of Tyrannicus manifested out of the air behind her, and slowly crept forward. His scaled neck slowly appeared as his wings shot out in either direction with enough force to buffet the water’s surface.

Edward scowled and worked a burst of fire out of his chest, shooting it into the air as a massive plume of orange destruction. Tyrannicus responded in kind, but with enough fire to set the entire marsh aflame. The dragonborn was already beneath the water’s surface when the flames hit.

“Running away again? I don’t have time for your games,” Pandora said as she stood up. She scanned the water, but couldn’t see anything through the glare of the fire. Her eyes shot up to Sir Barrington when he fidgeted and smiled.

“He’s not running this time. You put me out here to train him, I don’t train cowards,” the hawk said as the fires began to fade.

“Says the bird too scared to leave my son,” she responded, her eyes narrowing. A burst of raw magic exploded at Sir Barrington’s feet, shattering the branch and shooting him into the air. The momentary distraction was enough for Edward however.

The dragonborn leapt out of the water. The axe was gone, a weighted spear with a blade as wide as his head was gripped in his hands. He roared and smashed it down on her, but the blade was stopped in the air. The metal tip shattered, as did three arcane barriers hovering between the two of them. Pandora smirked as he spun the spear around to shove the broken end into his father’s maw. “Three of seven, better than most achieve in an entire fight and you did it with a single strike,” she said as she watched him try to fend off Tyrannicus’s head, only to be struck from behind by the tail.

Edward was sent flying and crashed into the ground some distance away, but was quickly back on his feet with the axe in his hand. “I’ve been waiting for this you know. Been playing it over in my head for years,” he said as he inched closer and watched Tyrannicus’ form shift and move till it overlapped with Pandora’s.

He sprinted forward, letting his offhand slip behind his back. She breathed a massive plume of flames at him, almost casually. He had plenty of time to dive to the side as the grass ignited. Thick smoke filled the air immediately, and he had rolled down wind. Rather than continue his sprint, he whipped his axe at her. The weapon spun through the air, appearing from the smoke screen like a striking hawk and shattered another two of her barriers.

His mother just laughed and buffeted the smoke away with a strike of her wings. “Creativity, or desperation? I reward one and punish the other,” she asked as he sprinted at her. With a flick of her wrist, magic rippled across the ground. Pillars of mud rose out of the ground, slowly forming limbs with the glow of golemancy. Edward leapt into the air, landing on the nearest’s head and crushing it’s malformed visage beneath his claws. He sprang to the next one as he drew his dagger, and dropped behind it to shove the blade through the golem’s temple and disable it. Two more still stood, but they were behind him.

He lunged forward, dagger first. She sacrificed her sixth barrier to grab his wrist and stop him. Had she been in her human form, he could have easily overpowered her, but with his father’s spirit manifested, the best he could do was hold her back. He lashed out with his other hand, only to be caught again. “You’ve gotten stronger, much like your father,” she cooed as he snarled.

“Why do you always compare me to him? He was dead before I could walk. You chained his spirit to your body to steal his immortality and forced me into this bullshit,” he barked back at her as he slowly started to push her back. The golems walked up behind him slowly, and he could feel the heat of Tyrannicus’s head on his shoulder, but he was too close for either of them to recklessly attack.

“It is the role of the son to surpass the father. You know that.”

“Surpass this,” he said as he opened his maw wide and bit down at her. His teeth caught in the air, and broke the final magical barrier. The shock made her stumble, and lose her footing. He shoved her to the ground, straddling atop her. Tyrannicus dismissed himself, and his mother shrugged.

“I suppose this will have to be good enough. Seven is a lucky number, right?” she responded as Edward breathed heavily. Mud and sweat was dripping off his body and falling on hers, soiling the dress.

“I finally did it, I finally beat you,” he mumbled, his eyes madly darting over her.

“No, you pinned me to the ground when I used but a portion of my power. You haven’t truly beaten me.”

“Bullshit, losers don’t get to lament about not using all their strength. You are at my mercy now, you heartless mother.”

“Then prove it, if you have it in you,” she said as she lifted her leg between his.

“Edward, don’t let her lead you on,” Sir Barrington said as he flew over and landed on the head of one of the golems. “This is what she wants.”

“Shut up bird. You’re just her pawn,” Edward snarled as he reached down and ripped off Pandora’s dress. Her breasts bounced and sagged down as they were suddenly freed.

“You’re as rash as your father. Maybe one day you’ll be as strong, but for now you’re just a child,” Pandora said, a slight smile hiding at the edges of her mouth.

Edward snarled and grabbed her by the neck, squeezing down to cut off her voice. The skin on her neck was delicate and soft, pampered by civilization. Just touching it with his calloused scales seemed to scratch through it. He tightened down till he could feel her pulse beating in the palm of his hand, pushing her into the dirt as she started trying to pull out of his hand. “You left a boy in these woods. Now I am the apex predator, the alpha. Alphas take what they want,” he said as he reached down to his cloaca and brought out his manhood.

Seven years a hermit. Only sapient contact he had was her, and a bird. The entirety of puberty with only her shape clear in his mind, lest he turn to the beasts of the land. And she’d made sure to impress herself on him. When he was too naïve to even know what he was doing with his newly stiff member, didn’t understand why he was watching the hyenas mate, she showed up out of nowhere.

That was his first lesson in dominance. How to mark another as beneath you, instructed as she held him from behind, and stroked his cock. Watching as the female hyena ravaged the male for trying to scavenge Edward’s kill before her, Pandora gently jerked off her son. He had been only a kid, and couldn’t control himself in the slightest. He could still remember the look of disappointment in her eyes before she forced herself to smile and give him a kiss as she wiped the mess from her hand. After that, she’d left him to think, as she walked over to the hyenas. With a snap of her fingers, she and the beast were gone. Barrington had made sure he never touched an animal like that, leaving his thoughts always on her.

He scowled and gritted his teeth. He looked into her eyes and didn’t see fear, just judgement. He reached down to grab her leg, shoving it back to the ground to spread her slit out beneath him. His legs pinned hers down, keeping her pressed into the ground with his weight. One of her hands wrapped around his wrist, the other pressed against his face, covering his eyes. He grunted and tried to knock her hand away, eventually having to grab it with his free hand and pin it to the ground before he could drop his hips down on her.

The tip of his cock pushed inside her lips deep enough that the first ridge caught inside her. As soon as he felt her warmth around his member, his heart jumped again, and he quickly pushed deeper inside her. Her entrance was loose from his father’s knot, but he had more than enough length to slide inside her tight folds. Her free hand moved from his wrist to his face, trying to shove him back, and hide the smile on her face as he rocked in and out of her, his draconic ridges grinding inside her.

Edward snarled and snapped his fangs at her as he pounded his hips against hers. Every thrust splashed cold mud on both of them, which was quickly heated by their warmth. He clenched tighter on her neck, and she gasped. She arched her back off the ground, giving him a slightly different angle, letting him slide deeper inside her till he was completely buried in her. The feeling of her surrounding every inch of him finally triggered his knot. Blood quickly started swelling in the base of his shaft as pleasure started pouring through his body. His flesh swelled out till it doubled in size, then tripled; a thick rock in her entrance.

His tail stood straight out as he locked inside Pandora, his muscles all simultaneously straining against each other, until he orgasmed. His body shuddered as cum gushed inside her. She squeezed down on his shaft, shaking in orgasm herself, drawing out his ecstasy as he finished filling her womb with his seed. He sighed heavily and relaxed his body, all the stress washing out of his body a thousand times better than screaming had.

When he looked down again, her face was thrown back. Her face flushed deeply, smiling blissfully with her eyes clamped shut and drool dripping down her cheeks. He scowled and pushed off of her, releasing her neck. Pandora immediately sucked in fresh air, filling her chest with enough air that she could sigh contentedly and stretch out her arms. “You act like this is what you wanted,” Edward said as he tried to pull out of her. The grip on his knot was tight, but not irremovable.

As soon as he tugged though, Pandora’s eyes shot open. With a snap of her fingers, an arcane burst exploded on his forehead. He shouted in pain, reeling backwards. The sky spun over his head as she pushed off the ground. Next thing he knew, he was on the ground and his mother was atop him, straddling his rod and smiling. “Yes, that was what I wanted. Your father’s been gone for fifteen years now and humans just don’t do it for me anymore. They’re too small,” she said with a sly grin as she gently traced a finger up his chest and leaned down to him, working around on his shaft as she did so. “So glad to see Tyr’s prodigy is fit to inherit his place.”

Edward snarled and tried to throw her off him, but the golems simply stepped down on his arms, leaning their full weight on him. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying my new man,” she answered, putting one hand on his chest, and the other on her bruised neck. “Strong, clever, endowed,” she said, glancing down at her waist. “And above all else, I know you value family above all else.”

“I would not ravage my own family.”

“But you would ravage me?” she asked, reaching down to wipe leaking cum off Edward’s groin. She looked at it for a moment, before reaching down and pushing her finger around his shaft, down beneath the knot to massage the base within his scaled slit, keeping it nice and hard. Edward scowled, but didn’t answer. “Seems a bit hypocritical. But let’s not dwell on that. Let’s bring you back to the family. You’ve earned it,” she said as she leaned down, pressing her breasts up against him before trying to kiss him. He jerked his head away, so she laughed and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be childish. You’re a man now.”