I flew over the stretching lands, out for an evening of meandering. My father was the head of our draconic faction and had decided that today was the day I'd be married off. Of course, I'd fought and argued and been sent to my room like a petulant child.

I growled and beat my wings harder, propelling me through the air at blistering speeds.

"I'll be damned if I let HIM decide when and who I marry... The prideful prick, I rip his throat out if he tries to force it..." I grumbled. "And that so-called prince? Hah! I've seen slugs more honorable. He ever tries to touch me with that... thing dangling between his hindlegs, I'll snap it off..."

I felt a twinge of something... Guilt? Regret? Nah, neither of those, but... Regret for a potential future. "He is my father... Like it or not, I should obey him... But would I be a dragon if I didn't have a rebellious phase? Maybe that's all this is..."

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my back as I was forced down, before slamming me into the ground, "AHH!! WHAT THE-"

I twist and turn when I feel a sharp burning shoot through my wing joint, "H-HEY! STO- FUCK!!! AAHHHH!!!" I screamed as I heard a pop and the pain intensified.

I twisted my neck around and saw him - my father. Triple my size and quadruple my weight, and right now, seething with rage. He looked at my damaged wing, the tendons stretched and the joint separated. I followed his gaze to see the damage as the pain subsided enough to allow me some thought.

As the reality set in, I saw red, "YOU SICK DEMENTED FUCK!!"

I thrashed and pushed him off. I immediately leapt and pinned him down, my jaws closing on his throat. His claws raked and dug into my tender belly. I released his throat and rolled off before he pinned me.

"Petulant little girl!! You don't deserve the gift of flight Lady Drix granted us! YOU'RE THE FUCKING ARCHON!"

I felt my power surging up. The deep gouges in my belly healed, my wing set itself and my muscles bulged even as my magic reached a frothing point, boiling over my limit and spilling forth as a dense, violet mist from every gap in my scales.

Before I knew what was happening, I had him on his back, his scales shattered and the soft, tender flesh underneath drenched in the purple blood of our clan. I could taste the sharp, metallic flavor as the liquid dripped from my maw. I looked down and saw his ripped and torn body, gasping for breath through the gaping hole in his long, serpentine neck.

I backed away, horrified by the carnage I had caused. My father was the head of our faction. He'd recover - He'd been through much worse before. But he could potentially mobilize an entire army of dragons against me.

I lean in next to his head and whisper, "If I ever see you again... I won't stop myself, father. Never let me see your face again..."

I took flight and flew as fast as I could, my thoughts running wild. I didn't know where I was going, only that I couldn't go back. I flew through the night, the following day, and that night as well. I flew until my wings felt like sand - until my wings felt like they were going to fall off and until sleep threatened to make me crash to the ground.

I landed on the side of a mountain and quickly found a small cave. I squeeze myself in and curl up, licking my aching joints and my claws, cleaning the now-dried blood.

Once that was done, I felt exhaustion overtake me as I rested my head down and covered my snout with my tail.

***

When I awoke, I had no idea how much time had passed. I poked my snout out and made sure the area was clear both by scent and by sight.

"Well, looks clear to me. Good."

I crawl out and stretch, letting my wings flap and crack my back. I give one final crack to the rest of my joints before spreading my wings and taking off, feeling the wind whip across my scales.

"Mmm, that feels good. It's nice to feel the breeze after a while in a cave. Though... Now that I'm not in a blind panic, I need to figure out where the hell I am..."

I looked around and saw an ocean stretched ahead. I grin and decide to land for a quick meal of fish and any wild fruits I may be able to find.

As I swoop lower, I feel a rustling across my scales. I halt my descent and look around when I spot a golden dragoness hovering, looking at me.

I feel my anger rising until she holds up her claws, "Easy there. I mean you no harm, Dragon. I wish to aid you. My husband and I don't look for any trouble anymore."

I narrow my eyes at her, "My father sent you..."

"No. My husband sent me and you're not my daughter."

I blink and my anger fades, "Oh... Sorry..."

She shakes her head, "Don't be. You were right to be cautious. I'm sorry for startling you. I'm Etru. Would you care to join us for dinner?"

I felt a pull to leave her, but my stomach's growling proved stronger as I nodded and followed her down. I landed just outside of a small cabin when an older man stepped out.

"She chose to join us?"

Etru nodded to him, "Indeed she did. Babe, be polite. I think she's a rebellious dark dragon."

I tilt my head, "Dark...? I promise I don't mean anyone harm..."

Etru glanced back and patted her claw gently on my snout, "I know, dear. You're a good girl. I'll be right back. I'll get us some food. Bard here pulled in a good haul. Love, would you mind fetching that for her? Our supper is nearly finished. We can all eat together."

Bard smiled and nodded, "Of course, dear. Follow me, miss...?"

After a long moment of internal debate, I decided to give him my name, "Bellairas Miriamas. But call me Mimi."

"Mimi then. this way, please. Don't don't have a table big enough for you, but I imagine you'll be just as fine with this."

He leads me around the cabin and to a large firepit. Next to it, a few thick logs had been laid.

"You can sit wherever you're most comfortable, but we can use those logs as chairs."

"This is fine."

I lowered myself to the ground and curled up, tucking my legs in and curling my tail around. He sat down on one of the logs and turned his attention to the flames.

After an extended moment of silence, he was the first to speak again, "Most commonly missionary."

I turn to him, "Excuse me...?"

"You were wondering how it works between a dragon like Etru and myself, right?"

I turn my face away, "I-I'll admit a polite curiosity..."

I heard him chuckle, "Well, I met her when I was out adventuring. At first, I was terrified. But she treated my wounds and let me stay with her. Once I was healed up, she decided to join me on my travels. Eventually, she admitted she wanted to fuck me. She laid on her back, and I entered her. After I came, she suddenly glowed and turned into the form you see her as now."

"Oh..."

"Then we got married and have been here ever since. As for your other question, most commonly, missionary. But occasionally she'll take the lead and we'll do doggy or cowgirl."

My eyes snapped to his, "Why would I want to know this...?"

Bard laughed, "That's usually what people ask. The next is usually if we liked it rough. And yes we both enjoy being rough once in a while."

I could feel a blush forming across my cheeks, "W-Well, I have no interest in that. In neither men nor dragons..."

Bard tilted his head with a sly smile, "Ah, so you're into interracial girls?"

I sigh and rest my head down, "I... guess...? I don't really know. I haven't given it much thought. I've just recently taken the freedom to choose for myself."

We continued having small talk through dinner until the sun began to set. Eventually, Bard stood and stretched his muscles before turning to Etru, "I'm headed to bed, babe. You going to join me?"

Etru nodded, "I'll be right up. Mimi, it's been an absolute pleasure. You're welcome here in the future. But please, take the night. Rest well. Whatever you're running from, you'll be safe here."

I slightly dipped my head in agreement when Bard spoke, "Yes, you're always welcome, Mimi. It's been a pleasure getting to know you. You're an interesting girl."

I felt my snout blush, but thankfully the dull flicker of the fire didn't show it, "Thank you both. You're the first ones to be genuinely kind to me... I'll sleep the night, but I'll likely leave early in the morning."

"If that's your decision. Good night, dear. Have pleasant dreams."

I watch the pair of them disappear into their home, leaving me alone with the dying embers of their fire. I stare at the flames as they dance, mesmerized by their beauty.

A gentle smile crossed my lips as I realized this was what relaxing was. This was the first time I'd ever truly felt at ease.

I rested my head down and just started to slip into sleep when I heard noises coming from the house. It was Etru, and she sounded almost... Pained?

'Bard, that two-faced ass!' I inhales and bring my snout to bare on the house when I heard Etru's voice more clearly, "Oh, Fuck! Like that bard! Harder! Grab my horns, baby! Fucking ravage me!"

My fire died in my throat, causing me to choke on the resultant smoke as I realized what was happening. Etru's moans weren't pained - they were pleasure!! My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as the realization and understanding dawned on me.

I turned away and tried to get comfortable, but no matter how far I moved away, the sounds still managed to reach me. For the first time in my relatively short life, I cursed these goddess-forsaken draconic hearing.

I sighed and stood. I spread my wings and took to the air once again.

***

I spent the next couple of weeks meandering, moving from place to place and cave to cave. Most dragons I saw were hostile - I suppose being a member of the dark dragon tribe wasn't exactly good for making friends.

One day, I sit down on a small rise just outside of a forest. I looked around and was pleased to see that there was a small hole in the side of the rise, and it was just big enough for me. I squeezed in and found a small cave system that stretched in and down.

After exploring a little, I nodded, "This could work. Doesn't seem to be inhabited currently."

Just then I heard chatter up, by the entrance. I head over and see short, green-skinned beasts chittering at each other.

"H-Hello...?" I ask cautiously.

The one at the front of the group held up its spear and waved it menacingly, chittering at me angrily. I looked them and their clothes over - too big for their small frames - looked familiar somehow but I couldn't place it.

Another one stepped forward, a dagger raised cautiously. It closed its eyes and spoke slow, barely intelligent speech, "You... Kind? No... Hurt?"

I shake my head. It continued, "We... Nice. No fight. Food... Yes?"

I nodded slowly, "Sure. I'll help you lot if you can help me."

The goblin nodded slowly, "Yes. Help. Us you, you us."

It went to take a step forward and fell, tripping over its own clothing. As it - she, I now see - rolled onto her butt, she has large breasts for her tiny frame and, looking between her legs, I can see that she has both sets of genitals - a penis that's also quite large for her frame and below that, a pair of smooth labia.

I felt my heart beat a little faster. As she rubbed her elbow, I stepped closer and moved my head in close to her. I lick the scrape, tasting the tangy taste of her blood. A moment later, I felt magic welling up in me, though this wasn't my own magic. It felt different. As I watched them, I felt myself changing, shrinking.

I looked down to see that where I had been kneeling on all four of my claws, I was now on hands and knees. I look up into her eyes. I see a mix of fear and desire in them. I move in slowly, watching her carefully. I bring a hand up and lift the cock before moving in and tentatively licking the lips under it.

I hear a soft whimper. She's frozen, seemingly unable to move or act. I push my tongue deeper and lap up the juices she's letting loose, and after a moment, I find the spot.

I glance up and meet her eyes, "You taste sweet. Like a mildly sweet fruit..." I continued lapping up her fluids as more gushed out. She was starting to writhe, her hips rocking back and forth, her cock rubbing across my nose.

I sat back on my haunches and gripped her cock. I brought it to my lips and sucked it into my mouth as my fingers probed between her labia. She gasped and gripped my hair, trying to push her cock deeper into my mouth.

She groaned and bucked her hips. A moment later, she pulled my head away, her cum splashing against my face and dripping down. She stared into my eyes, panting and trembling.

"Even your cum tastes amazing..." I said, slightly dazed.

She reached down and gently wiped some off of my cheek and offered her hand to me. I moved in and licked the cum from her hand.

After swallowing, I asked her, "Are you the leader here?"

She nodded. I smile at her, "Friends?"

She smiled, "Me... Surt..."

***

I sat in the main hall of the room that had been designated as the throne room. It's been six months since we'd met and Surt had been invaluable. Aside from appointing me as her replacement, she had spent nearly every waking moment with me and had picked up Common tongue quite quickly.

"Mimi, can I ask you something?"

I look over at her and nod, "Go ahead, Surt. You can ask me anything."

"When can we begin reproducing? Our people are few in numbers."

I tapped my chin and thought over it, "You're right. There aren't enough of you. If you all try reproducing, you'll find yourselves mating with cousins and siblings..."

"What would you suggest...?"

I sighed and considered, "Me."

When she looked at me confused, I explained, "I'm an Archon. A being given a small portion of a deity's power to accomplish a specific task. My only real powers, however, are to heal myself and to birth pure breeds of any other race, rather than half dragons."

Surt furrowed her brow, "Why would your deity want you to help us...?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I have no idea. I can pretty much be sure it wasn't Drix that chose me, but I don't know enough about the other deities to make an educated guess."

"So what does this mean?"

I sigh and lean back, "It means that, for the foreseeable future, I'm the one your people are to mate with."

Surt smiles, "I get to mate with you?"

I meet her gaze, "Not just you. You need to share me with all of your people. Such is the responsibility of an Archon."

She nuzzles against my chest, "When can we start?"

"Why not now? Gather everyone and meet me in my bedchamber."

Surt grinned, "Yes Ma'am!!" She excitedly hopped off and ran off.

I stood, heading to my room. Once inside, I stripped and sat on the bed, waiting patiently. It was nearly fifteen minutes later that I heard the first one enter. I opened my eyes and saw a group of ten goblins.

"Welcome," I spread my legs, revealing my glistening slit to them. "Come. Get what you've been working so hard for."

The first stepped forward nervously, chittering to the others. While my grasp of the language was still tenuous, I could tell he wasn't entirely certain if he should defile his queen.

"It's fine. Come. Join me."

He stepped up, onto my bed and removed his clothes. The others quickly followed suit. Just as he was about to thrust in, I jut my hips up and he slips into my ass. He tried to pull out, but I wrapped my legs around him and held him in place.

I look around the rest, "Next? I need all my holes filled. Then my fingers and horns too. And don't forget my tail. Grind. Use me for your pleasure. All of you have a task - make me cum as much as possible."

They share a look - they had come to understand common, but still had a hard time speaking it. Surt was the only one who had learned well enough to communicate properly.

A moment later, a second thrust his cock into my mouth, and the rest got to work, one in my pussy, one in each hand, one between my tits, and another two sucked on my nipples while one of them laid down by my head and started grinding against one of my horns.

Another group entered and the one between my breasts turned and chittered, calling them over. They joined in and straddled my tail, my arms, and my legs.

Before I knew it every inch of my body either had a cock in it or a pussy grinding against it. There was a growing group to the side masturbating that I was barely aware of. Anytime one of them finished, they stepped over to the group and another took their place.

Surt entered and proudly announced in common that every goblin in the nest was present. Though, my mind was so filled with pleasure, I couldn't have replied, even had my mouth not been filled with delicious goblin cock. However, my mind somehow managed to connect that that meant I had one hundred and fifty goblins rotating around me.

The one in my mouth pulled out and adjusted, lining her pussy up with my lips. I eagerly dove in while she stroked her cock. Her juices were sweet with an earthy flavor and a floral scent.

By the time the entire nest had exhausted itself, I was a mixed pile of my juices and theirs, both pussy and cum.

As I panted, Surt climbed onto the bed and smiled at me, "Do I get my turn now, miss?"

I couldn't speak, so I just met her eyes and somehow managed to convey that I desperately craved her now but that my body couldn't handle anymore. Goblins were insatiable and we had easily burned the better part of the night.

She seemed to get it as she turned to the others and chittered. They gathered their clothing and slipped out, heading back to their tasks.

Surt turned to me, moved in, and kissed me, "Mmm... Your lips taste amazing, and the variety of fluids just enhances it. But relax. I don't desire to fuck you. For now... I just want to cuddle, if that's alright, my queen?"

I give a half grin and close my eyes as I feel her warmth against my side, her leg on mine and her arm across my ribs.

***

A full two years after our first nest-wide gangbang, we had grown to a fair size. No less than four hundred goblins - all of them futanari and more than half having been hatched from eggs lain by myself. Occasionally a larger one would hatch - the girls taller, though still smaller than even a short human. And the larger guys were tall and broad, though still distinctly goblinoid. The girls we ended up sending with a small party to other, distant nests to diversify their pool while the larger men - whose skin could range from green to a dull lilac or yellow - took the part as our primary warriors.

We had settled into a comfortable rhythm. When I'd get into the mood about once a month, we'd call in the ones who had been exceptional at their duties recently to have their way with me. Then, equally exciting was once every six months when we'd switch it up. Today was one such time. I look over at Surt and nod, signaling the start of the event.

I walk off into a newly dug cavern. This one had multiple tables and chairs carved into the floor and walls. But right then, only one feature had my attention. We'd recently traded with a passing caravan - the caravan master seemed to be slightly terrified and mildly intimidated to be trading with goblins, but we bought his silence so he wouldn't spread word of the goblins led by a dragon.

What we'd gotten off of him was a pair of chains with wrist connections. Shackles. Surt had ordered a small trough to be dug under them, against the wall. I stepped down into the trough, which, when I bend forward to shackle my wrists, placed my ass at the perfect height for the goblins.

As I fastened the shackles around my wrists, the first of a steady trail of goblins walked in. He took his position behind me, lifting my dress to reveal my glistening, dripping pussy to him and the growing line behind him. He took no time slamming into my eager cunt.

As he continued thrusting, the line grew. Once it hit five deep, new goblins began to simply take seats at the stone-carved furniture nearby.

I looked over at the small group in the corner. The males that had been hatched, rather than birthed, were sitting and chatting.

As I felt the first wave of cum splash inside me, he pulled out and left to go chitter away with another group. The next stepped up and thrust into me as another joined the line, keeping it five long, aside from the one presently fucking me.

Goblins may not seem like much, but I can say two things - their stamina, while quickly exhausted, was renewed almost as quickly until the third time they came. And secondly, they had an innate sense for keeping things as smooth and easy as possible. During these breeding sessions, they quickly developed this system.

I looked down to see the beginning of what they all jokingly called "The Flood" - when the trough dug into the rock was filled with a mix of my fluids and their cum.

I felt another splash of cum inside followed by warm fluid running down my leg. A quick glance down confirmed it was white - semen. I groaned as the warm fluid reached my knee. The warmth was heavenly, and the sensation made me shudder.

Another splatter followed and another. Before long, the splatters were continuous, though they were slowing down.

The next stepped up - one of our larger males with vibrant yellow skin. His massive cock swaying freely before him. He lined up and gripped my hips as he thrust in before reaching up and gripping my hair and pulling it, yanking my head back. Surt knelt beside him and pressed her fingers in to probe at his pussy. He growled and gripped her hair as well.

She grinned and thrust her fingers in deeper. He groaned, his cock throbbing inside me. He released my hair and reached around, groping my breasts and pulling me up.

As he pinched and pulled my nipples, he growled into my ear, "I'm going to fill you, Queen. I'm going to make sure you know what it feels like to have your womb full. I'm going to put so much cum inside you, you're going to explode, and then..."

I growl back, "Are you all talk, or do you plan to do it anytime soon?"

He let out a low, wheezing chuckle before he began thrusting in hard and fast, his cock ramming against my womb.

"AH! AH! FUCK! YOU'RE A BRUTE! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Surt looked up, concern clear on her face. I smiled down at her and winked. She gave me a soft smile before leaning in and flicking her tongue against his lips, slipping her tongue deep into his waiting hole near the base of his rod.

He groaned and picked up the pace, slamming his cock in faster. A moment later, I felt him swell and I moaned, "Fuck, you're so big. I'm cumming!"

I screamed as my pussy clamped down, squeezing his cock.

"I'M CUMMING, QUEEN! I'M CUMMING INSIDE!"

He slammed himself in and I felt him release a flood. As it rushed in, I screamed, "FUCK! NNGGHH!!"

When we came down, he pulled out. I looked down to see his seed flow freely down my leg, joining the rising pool - it was already up to my ankles.

I felt something easing out. I looked down to see a small, rounded green ball fall out.

Surt reached in and plucked it from the pool, "First egg of the session, my queen. Be sure to make lots more."

I grin, "Make sure they're all well-fed and watered. I want it non-stop until I can't even stand anymore."

Surt grinned, "Yes, Ma'am."

She stood and walked over, handing the egg to one of the nearby females, who promptly ran off. She stepped back and stripped, dropping her clothes by the door, "I'll keep an eye on you and step in if anyone seems to need assistance."

I nodded and she leaned in, kissing me deeply before she hopped down into the trough. There was a small step between my legs, offering her enough height to reach the pussy of anyone, not to mention reaching mine anytime I was near an orgasm.

Another - a first-timer - stepped up. She was a gorgeous, tall female. She lined up with my slick hole and pounded in, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. She groaned as her pussy leaked her juices, mixing with the pool.

"You're a beautiful specimen," I groaned, "Fuck me harder! Pound my pussy. Use me. Make me cum!"

She growled and grabbed my hair, pulling it and leaning in to bite and suck on my neck, leaving a trail of hickeys down to my shoulder. She bit down hard and I felt blood run.

"Oh fuck! Keep doing that, baby. I'm gonna cum soon!"

She stood back up and began slamming hard into my eager cunt as she dug her nails into my back. She raked them down, raising long, red welts.

I groaned, "FUCK!! Cumming!"

As my cunt squeezed around her, she came, filling me with her seed.

"Fill me up. I want more. Fill me!"

"Oh, goddess! I can't stop!"

She kept pumping load after load into me until, finally, her balls ran dry.

She pulled out and dropped her dress over her shrinking cock, "Th-Thank you, Queen." Another three small eggs dropped free. Surt lifted these to more waiting females who gingerly took them to the nursery.

I groaned in acknowledgment.

The next stepped up and plunged into me. This one was one of the largest and strongest warriors, a deep lilac. His cock was the size of my arm, and he was just getting started.

Surt moved her head and flicked her tongue across his lips, probing at his opening. He groaned and leaned back, pulling her closer as he reached down and gripped her hair, pulling her harder against his cunt as his cock began throbbing and pulsing inside me. Eventually, he pulled her away and began slamming into me savagely. My groans and moans devolved into strained noises, my throat losing the ability to tense for the specific sounds as pleasure once again overwhelmed me.

As he finished, I looked down to see more eggs and I noticed the pool had filled to my knees.

Another stepped up, and then another. And then another. Before I knew it, my mind was in a haze of pure ecstasy and lust, the only coherent thoughts being those of my pleasure and how wonderful these cocks felt inside me.

It wasn't much longer before the goblins started filtering out, their stamina finally spent. These days, the goblins were allowed to rest and relax after they had finished.

As the last finished and left, Surt turned to me, "Miss, they're done."

I groaned and slumped down into the pool of warm fluids. The shackles held me up as they always did, keeping me from drowning in the mix of vaginal and seminal fluids.

Surt hefted herself up and out of the warm bath and sat on the edge, her feet dangling down into it, "You did fantastic miss. We collected another seventy eggs today. At this rate, we'll be able to branch out and create more nests. Or just send people out to join others, to refresh their populations. Goblins needn't be the twisted, ugly things they've become. You've single-handedly saved the species."

I groaned again and felt exhaustion overtake me as my pleasure-filled world quickly became the pure blackness of a blissful slumber.