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When he heard the noise the second time, Madara was sure—someone had entered his lair. Opening his eyes just a sliver, to avoid the glow giving it away, he peered around the vast cave. The way sound moved among the many stalactites and stalagmites, it was hard to pin it down. Fortunately, the intruder was easy to spot even in the low light.
Pale scales glittered as the creature climbed up along one of the larger stalactites.
In one powerful lounge, Madara’s claws curled around the long tail and yanked. His prey turned out to be a naga. A pale one. A long one, the tips of its fingers almost reaching the floor where Madara was holding it up. Staring down, he realized that it too had red eyes. They did not glow, but still, it was an unexpected similarity between them. It also meant that his initial thought of ‘Hah, dinner came to me today!’ was not quite so appealing anymore.
He was not about to reveal that to his prey though. No, the little worm could squirm some more for the sheer audacity of entering a dragon’s lair.
Except, he was not really squirming. Instead those red eyes skimmed down along Madara’s body, and one of the hands reached out, scraping a delicate claw over the obsidian scales that covered Madara’s torso. The claw was nowhere near long enough to be a threat, so Madara wondered what the naga was up to.
When he didn’t move or react in any way, the naga grew bolder, stroking both hands over Madara’s scales. A scent started to spread, and Madara’s eyes narrowed. Pheromones? Was this little freak really getting turned on by being in Madara’s grasp?
Moving his eyes up along the naga’s body, Madara contemplated its anatomy. There was a slit about midway on the mid-section, partially hidden by a sash and a belt with a small bag attached. It looked similar enough to Madara’s own vent, but that was not where the scent was coming from. Or, at least not only.
He stared down at the head of the naga, still dangling not far off the cave floor. That’s when he realized that what he had thought was a long mane of white hair was actually mostly a fur, artfully draped. Combined with the earring and bangles made out of bones and shells, Madara wondered if this naga was female. It didn’t smell like one, and the human half of it looked more like the knights Madara had seen than the damsels the local villagers sometimes tied to poles outside. So a male, but one that was a little vain? Oh, and one that absolutely did not have any self-preservation instincts at all. The little fucker had just touched Madara’s vent!
He was about to toss the creature away for its impudence, but then he became aware of a very strange feeling within the palm of his front leg—something squishy was pressing against it. Surprised, he dropped the naga.
It landed in a heap, coils gliding over each other, but instead of fleeing, it peered up at him, long tongue flickering out. And that’s when Madara saw it—close to the tip of the tail, just where Madara had been gripping the naga, two… appendages had emerged from slits in the scales. That was where the mouthwatering scent was coming from.
Slowly the naga slithered closer to Madara, eyes fixated on the dragon’s face. He reached out again, brushing his hand over Madara’s vent. With a rumbling growl, Madara wrapped his clawed hand around the naga’s waist and lifted it so he could look it right in the eyes. That turned out to be a mistake, because suddenly that long agile tail was rubbing against Madara’s vent.
Narrowing his eyes, Madara considered his options. He could kill the naga. It was no threat to him. But on the other hand… It had been ages since he last did anything even resembling mating. Could this creature satisfy him? Using his other hand, he gripped around the naga’s middle, placing his thumb so that the fleshy bit was pressing against the slit there. He saw how the naga inhaled sharply and the way the second eyelid fluttered closed a few times. The tongue flickered out again and the naga pressed one of its much smaller hands against Madara’s thumb, pressing it harder against the vent. At the same time, the naga’s tail kept rubbing against Madara’s vent, the tip slipping inside, curling upwards. With a small groan, Madara jerked his hips, trying to get the tail further inside.
The naga must be intelligent, because it caught on really fast, sliding more and more of its tail inside Madara, filling him up. Feeling it coil and twist, tying itself into knots inside him, Madara was panting hard. His own dick had wanted to emerge, but there simply was no room for that anymore, and so his body shifted, parts of his insides opening up, allowing for an even fuller penetration. With a roar, Madara fell backwards, his whole body trembling and shaking.
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Tobirama fell face first against the dragon’s chest when he was dropped, so he just grabbed onto whatever he could reach, given that almost half his tail was still inside the dragon, and that he himself was on the brink of orgasm. Feeling the insides of the dragon squeeze around his dicks, almost milking them… He inhaled the scent of the dragon, filled with pheromones as it was now, and felt himself becoming almost high on it. He couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. Relished the idea of filling this huge powerful dragon with his seed.
Flicking his tongue over those smooth hard scales, Tobirama let go, feeling the orgasm like a lightning strike through his entire body.
Slowly, his body went lax, and he started to slip both off the dragon, and out of it. Curling up in a sticky pile, he rubbed his head against the side of the dragon, hoping that it had changed its mind about eating him. If not, then he was kind of screwed, because currently didn’t have the energy to move fast enough to evade it. Not with how fast it had moved earlier.
He had thought he could sneak in and rest in the warm cave, escaping the snowstorm outside that had surprised him, but the ancient, and lazy dragon he had expected had been nowhere in sight. Instead a much younger dragon had taken over the cave. One that was in a draconid shape rather than as a full dragon, with black shiny scales, and assorted jewelry clinking and jangling as it moved.
It could have spelled disaster. Instead, it had taken surprisingly little effort on Tobirama’s part to seduce the dragon.
Oh, he was still not sure if he was safe, but… It sounded like the dragon had fallen asleep.
Slowly, Tobirama moved away, back to the stalactite he had been climbing initially, scaling it with rapid movements, until he could reach the stalagmite that it had almost connected to, dragging himself up to a smaller cave up under the ceiling. It was warm up there. Not quite as warm as it had been to lie next to the dragon, but given that he still didn’t feel sure about his welcome, he thought this would be safer.
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Waking up, Madara stretched his whole body. It was pleasantly sore in places he couldn’t remember ever feeling sore in. Then his eyes snapped open. The naga was gone! Except, the scent lingered.
Sitting up, Madara looked around, then he got up, following the scent-trail. To the spot where he had caught the naga in the first place. He looked up, and there, high up, just the tip of the tail visible, was the naga. He had not left. He had simply moved to a more secure location.
Moving further back, Madara found a spot where he could lounge, leaning against the uneven cave floor whilst keeping an eye on the naga.
If it had not escaped the first chance it got, did that mean that he could persuade it to stay? Madara found that he was not opposed to the idea. Not if it meant more tumbles like that.
As soon as that head of white hair peered out of the cave and spotted Madara looking up at him, Madara tried to talk to it. He got no reaction. Did it not speak the language of dragons? What language did nagas speak? Not knowing any other languages than the human speech, he gave it a try. “Hey, I will not eat you. If you come down, I would very much like a repeat of our coupling.”
The naga pulled back a little, looking shocked. Then it leaned further out, the tip of the tail disappearing into the smaller cave. “You ssspeak!”
Arching one eye-ridge, Madara gave the naga an unimpressed look. “Did you not think I could?”
Tilting its head first to one side, then to the other, the naga then gave an impressive shrug. “The other dragon that lived here before did not.”
Indra? This naga had known Madara’s grandfather? Huffing out a small laugh, Madara shook his head. “I am not surprised. Indra grew more and more lazy the older he got. When he left the cave, it was to find a volcano to slumber near. I doubt he’ll wake up for the next hundred years.”
He noted that there were some subtle signs that the naga was relaxing the more Madara spoke, so he offered up, “My name is Madara, of the Uchiha lineage. Do you have a name?”
Lifting its upper body up, undulating softly from side to side, the naga pulled the fur around itself, tongue darting out to taste the air. Madara had a brief thought as to what that tongue might feel like exploring inside him.
It must have been enough to alter his scent, because suddenly the naga’s movement stilled. Slowly, as if still not sure if it was wise, it started to glide out of the smaller cave. Halfway down, it paused. “Tobirama. Thisss one isss called Tobirama.”
Watching its movements as it made its way further down, Madara made himself more comfortable where he lay, splaying himself out in a hopefully inviting way. “Well, Tobirama, why don’t you come over here and make yourself useful again?”
There was a flash of indignation on that face, but clearly the temptation of another round was enough for the naga to not make a fuss out of how Madara treated him.
Feeling that strong scaly tail glide across Madara’s own scales was an experience in its own. It was oddly erotic, and this time, the naga took more time to explore Madara’s body, licking parts of it, rubbing itself against him in interesting ways. By the time it started to force the tail inside Madara’s vent, he had been half tempted to just press it in there himself, using the naga almost like a toy.
It was fortunate that he did not, he supposed, because the way the naga moved when it was in control would probably not compare if it had been forced. Leaning back, Madara allowed the Naga to push even more of the tail inside him. He could feel how the smoother dicks kept brushing against his insides, rubbing against his own dick briefly, before they seemed to find the opening that led deeper inside Madara. The shiver that ran along his body when they breached that spot nearly shook the naga off him, so he grabbed around it, holding it in place as the orgasm washed over him. A part of his mind thought he could feel the dicks spurting cum inside him, and the mere thought of it, that he had made the naga cum inside Madara’s womb… It sent shivers through him once more and he clenched around the naga.
When his trembling stopped, the naga attempted to pull away, but Madara kept his grip around it. “No, stay. I’ll be good to go again in a moment.”
There was a moment where he thought the naga would struggle, then it went lax and rested its head on Madara’s chest. “You do realissse that half my tail is ssstill inssside you?”
Feeling smug, Madara just rumbled his assent. “Yes. Your shape is surprisingly useful for this.”
It didn’t take long before Madara felt something move inside him, and he realized Tobirama was rubbing his dicks against the walls of his womb. Clenching around him, Madara rolled his hips, urging him to move more, and Tobirama rapidly obliged, twisting his coils in a way that had Madara see spots dancing before his eyes. This time he was sure he felt it when Tobirama came, filling his womb with his seed. The thought had Madara’s claws flex in delight.
Oh yes, he was not letting this one escape.
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Tobirama had completely lost track of how many times they had done it. He was very dehydrated, and extremely sticky.
There was a small river outside, but it would be freezing, and Tobirama, with his biology, would have trouble moving if he got too cold. Still, he needed to drink, so he started to slither across the floor.
“Where are you going?” The rumbling voice of the dragon sounded half-asleep.
“I am thirsssty, and there isss a river outssside.” Not really expecting any more reaction, Tobirama was therefore very surprised when the dragon picked him up and carried him outside. Not about to turn down the assistance, Tobirama curled up against the warm scales, pulling the fur tighter around himself.
Sensing that the dragon was looking at him, he tilted his head up. “What?”
“Are you cold?” Madara sounded almost concerned.
Given that the dragon could kill him in just one blow if he wanted, Tobirama saw no reason to not reveal this weakness. “If I get too cold, I become lethargic and unable to move. That’sss why I sssought refuge in your cave. The sssnow came early, and I had delayed migrating sssouth. I hoped to ssstay there until the first sssnow had melted, and then make a dasssh for it.”
The dragon paused mid-step. “You would risk your life to try to go south?”
Shrugging, Tobirama pulled the tip of his tail around Madara’s leg. “Yesss? I mean, I don’t have a choicsse. If I ssstay here, I won’t be able to hunt, so I’ll ssstarve.”
There was barely a delay before Madara said in a decisive voice. “I’ll hunt for you. For us both. You just stay in the cave and keep me company.”
Tobirama considered it. He still had to ask, “Are you sssure you won’t get bored of me?”
There was a definitive smirk on the dragon’s face when he told him, “As long as you keep doing that thing, I don’t think there’s any chance I’ll get bored.”
Right, food and warmth in exchange for sex? Not a bad deal. Human women did that all the time. Still, “If I am to ssstay, we’ll need to figure out a way to get water into the cave, ssso I won’t have to leave every time I become thirsssty.”
That turned out to be far easier than Tobirama had expected. Madara just carved a channel into the rock, leading part of the river inside, to pool up against one edge of the cave before the excess was led back outside. That way, he could clean himself there as well.
In fact, over the next months, as winter raged outside, Madara kept bringing in more and more stuff, from giant furs from creatures he had slain, to silks and other soft fabrics he had stolen from humans. Initially, Tobirama thought it was to make him comfortable. It took him embarrassingly long to clue in to the fact that Madara was nesting. Even worse, it didn’t look like the dragon had realized that himself.
Was that possible? Could a naga get a dragon pregnant? How could he be sure?
The answer came the next time they were having sex. As the tip of his tail—with his two dicks fully hard and aching to spill his seed—moved into the inner space that he by now had figured was Madara’s womb, one of the dicks rubbed against something hard. Smooth, but hard. Shocked, Tobirama pulled back, but then his curiosity got the better of him, and he moved the tail back, using the tip to examine the shape. That… was an egg. No doubt about it. Even as Madara trembled and shook with orgasm, Tobirama was feeling a mix of shock and smugness. Filling the womb once more with his seed, he felt rather possessive of his dragon, and, not really thinking it through, he found a spot where Madara’s scales were thinner and softer, and he bit down, marking the dragon as his.
Madara twitched, then he twisted his neck and looked at Tobirama with incredulousness. “Did you just try to eat me?”
Pulling his teeth free, Tobirama felt himself cringe in embarrassment. Unable to meet Madara’s eyes, he looked off to the side. “Ah, no. I… marked you. Ssso that othersss will know you are mine.”
There was a drawn out silence, and he feared he had misstepped. Then Madara let out a laugh. He sounded unbearably smug when he asked, “So, you claimed me, eh?”
Miffed, Tobirama moved his tail, causing the smug look to slide off Madara’s face with a small moan. Then he leaned closer to the dragon’s face, and told him, “You are carrying my young after all.”
Madara’s mirth vanished immediately, replaced with a wide-eyed look. Then the dragon used one arm to push Tobirama up, as if he weighed nothing, while the other one pressed against his stomach. Slowly moving back and forth, Madara suddenly froze. He must have found the egg.
Tobirama need not have worried. Madara was absolutely thrilled. Just as baffled by it as Tobirama was, but definitely thrilled. And now that he knew, he was not holding back on the nesting. Their bed had spread out and filled almost half the cave, meaning Tobirama luxuriated in the feeling of silks and furs against his body all the time.
Sleeping next to Madara was easier when he could bunch up a pile of furs to put him closer to the dragon’s chest, meaning his tail could curl over the stomach of the dragon protectively.
This was how they were snuggled together when a sound had Madara sit up.
Tobirama went from pleasantly asleep to on high alert right away. There was another dragon in the cave!
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Normally, Madara would have been thrilled to see Izuna, but right then he was mostly annoyed at being woken up. Especially since he could tell Tobirama was scared. Moving so that he was partially blocking Izuna’s view, he huffed, and asked, “What brings you here, brother?”
Arching his brow-ridge, Izuna looked mildly confused for a moment, but he replied in the human tongue, “Mother and father wanted me to check on you. You said you were going to scout out the cave, and then you didn’t return for months.”
Madara couldn’t dispute that. That had been the initial plan. But plans change. He just gave a small shrug, informing his brother, “Well, I was not sure if I should take over this cave or not, but it seems to me it comes with certain… advantages that I find myself reluctant to give up.”
Izuna glanced towards Tobirama, curled up next to him in the nest, then he turned back, clearly judging Madara hard. "A naga? Really?"
“Really. He’s intelligent. A good companion.” Madara barely managed to contain his smirk.
Letting his eyes sweep the contents of the cave, Izuna scoffed, “You are spoiling your pet.”
Madara could practically feel how Tobirama bristled at being called Madara’s pet, but on the other hand, the idea had a certain amusing appeal. Besides, if that was what Izuna thought, the later reveal would be all the more entertaining. So Madara just laughed, “You are only jealous because you can’t even make the bats stick around in your cave. Yet here I am, having a lovely companion that I can converse with. … Tell mother and father that I am fine, and I’ll come and visit when the next summer rolls around.”
Izuna made a little ‘tch’ noise, then he pulled Madara in for a hug, glaring at the naga over his shoulder, thinking that Madara would not notice. He did, and promptly sent Izuna back out with a complaint that he had been woken from his nap, so now he was going back to it.
However, as soon as Izuna was truly gone, Madara turned to Tobirama, grinning. “So, is my little pet in the mood for some… exercise?”
He was not initially, but it didn’t take much effort on Madara’s part to coax him into the right mood. Returning to the nap after that was much more satisfying.
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The snow was almost gone, and Tobirama had dared to venture outside to bask in the sun on a rock. Madara was out hunting again, his appetite having grown a lot as the egg kept stealing energy from him. Tobirama was not sure how, as it was a magic thing, and he did not have much of his own, but Madara insisted it was a good sign. That it meant their hatchling would be strong.
The sound of large, leathery wings had him tilt his head up. Madara was approaching, a whole deer clasped in his claws. However, something was not right.
Dropping the deer by the entrance, Madara stumbled inside. Tobirama grabbed the prey and dragged it with him, following Madara into the cave, finding him crouching in the middle of the nest, face twisted in a grimace.
Leaving the deer, Tobirama hurried over. It quickly became clear what was going on when he heard what Madara was muttering. “Really? While I’m flying? That’s just rude! You couldn’t have waited until I was safely back?”
Unsure what he could do to help, Tobirama coiled up his tail and tried to massage Madara’s back, only for the dragon to pick him up and hold him against his chest. “Use your tail around me. Squeeze lightly, that might speed things along.”
It absolutely felt weird to almost constrict around Madara like he was trapping prey, but it seemed to help, so Tobirama was not about to argue. He just pushed his own discomfort out of the way, listening to Madara swear as the large egg worked its way out of him.
As soon as Madara collapsed on his side, the egg finally out, Tobirama peered at it. Then he gave a small shudder. It was a good thing that he had not been the one to carry that. It would have ripped him apart. As it was, he coiled his tail carefully around the egg and pulled it up between himself and Madara. Then he looked up, meeting Madara’s red eyes. “How long until it hatches?”
His mate just shrugged. “Days? A week? No more than two.”
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It was almost amusing to see how seriously Tobirama was taking to fatherhood even before the egg had hatched. He had piled up all the best furs and silks around the egg, and lay coiled around it most of the time, barely leaving to take care of his own needs. In fact, he had not initiated anything since the egg arrived, something that Madara was a tiny bit relieved for. He was still sore, nearly a week later. The egg had been bigger than he had expected, and Madara had a little more sympathy for his mother who had gone through this four times, once with an exceptionally large egg that had contained two hatchlings.
A shout had him drop the carcass he had been about to toss out of the cave. Leaving it where it fell, he rushed back inside. To find Tobirama looking at the egg as if hypnotized. There was a crack in the egg.
Seating himself behind Tobirama, wrapping himself around the smaller naga, Madara stared at the egg as the crack grew bigger. A tiny claw worked its way out, wiggling, then a piece of shell fell off. A red eye peered out at them, and Madara couldn’t contain his coo. That was his baby! His firstborn!
Tobirama wiggled, but Madara held him fast. “No, the hatchling needs to escape the egg on his own.”
There was a displeased noise, but Tobirama stopped struggling. The hatchling did not. More and more pieces fell off the egg, until a whole head poked out. It had a slightly humanoid face, somewhat similar to Tobirama’s, but the coloring was clearly Madara’s, with black hair and black scales.
Then the remaining egg tipped over, and the hatchling tumbled out, rolling across the furs. When he sat up, Madara felt so emotional that he involuntarily squeezed Tobirama so hard that the naga protested and squirmed free. Only to slither right over and scoop the hatchling up. Seeing them together, it was obvious who the father was. But also the mother. The hatchling was a perfect blend of the two of them, with dark scales covering a tail that was far shorter and chubbier than Tobirama’s long slender one.
Moving over, Madara scooped them both up. A family. He had a family!
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It didn’t take them long to realize that baby Kagami had the ability to shapeshift, just like his mama. Madara hardly ever used that ability to anything but shift between a full dragon form, used for hunting, or a slightly smaller draconid shape, more suitable for the space inside the cave, but Kagami did it all the time, meaning that they had to keep track of him constantly so he didn’t shift into a lizard and disappear into a crack, getting himself stuck.
However, the main shifts Kagami did was into full dragon shape, or full naga shape, to copy his parents. When he was in his full naga shape, his tail was slightly longer, and he used that to drape himself around Madara’s neck in the same way Tobirama draped his fur around his neck. Sometimes Kagami would even fall asleep like that, meaning Madara was stuck until the nap was over, since he didn’t want to wake the hatchling. Tobirama always took great amusement from that, sometimes curling himself up on Madara’s lap so he could take a nap together with Kagami.
Then one day, Madara had raided a children’s room in some castle or other, bringing back toys for Kagami. Among them were some books. There were pictures there. And letters. Not only Kagami, but also Tobirama learned to read. Of course, Madara could not let his mate outsmart him, so he too had to master it. Which meant he had to get more advanced books.
Initially, they had just piled the books up wherever the cave was dry enough, but eventually, they had so many, so Madara stole some shelves for them, and once he had started, he might as well grab some tables and cushions and a few braziers for proper light and…
He didn’t know when it had happened, but at some point his cave had started to look less like a cave and more like one of the human homes. And summer was already starting to head towards autumn. Which meant he should visit his parents. But how could he leave his family behind? What if someone found the cave? He could put a magic barrier over the entrance, but that would leave Tobirama and Kagami trapped, and what if something happened to delay Madara’s return? No, he couldn’t risk that. He had to bring them along. And hope that his parents would be willing to accept Kagami as their grandchild, no matter his mixed heritage.
Deciding to get it over with as soon as possible, so that they could, hopefully, enjoy the rest of the summer together, Madara changed into his full dragon shape and had Tobirama attach a harness to him, so that they could secure both Kagami and Tobirama to it so they would not fall off during flight.
With that done, Madara sealed their cave against intruders, and took off, spiraling higher and higher as soon as he found a suitable updraft. Then he set his sight on the tall black spire that was where he had grown up.
It took nearly four hours of flight, but somehow, as he got nearer, Madara found himself thinking it was not nearly enough time. Going in for landing in a lush green valley, he shivered as he caught sight of his mother, sunning herself in a glade. Though, presumably that meant she was in a good mood, and not likely to jump right into berating him for his life-choices.
Moving closer, he made a rumbling sound in greeting. Neither Tobirama nor Kagami were fluent in dragon speech yet, but they were both making huge strides in learning it, so he didn’t think they would feel too left out if he greeted his mother in his native tongue.
By the time he reached the clearing, Sora was sitting up, towering over him. Which meant she immediately noticed his passengers. She leaned down so her face was at eye-height with Madara’s. “What is this?”
So, not even a hello first. Feeling miffed, Madara puffed himself up. “This is Tobirama, my mate, and Kagami, our son.”
He was ready to take flight at the first sign of hostility, but all Sora did was blink. Then she lifted her head up again, studying them. And Kagami, shifted shape, first into full naga so he could slip out of the harness, then into full dragon, puffing himself up to look bigger, just like his mama.
Madara, having twisted his head, watched Tobirama attempt to put the harness back on their son, just in case they needed to flee, but then all three of them turned to face Sora with varying degrees of incredulousness as the huge dragon let out a coo. “Aw, isn’t he just adorable!”
With Sora’s approval, and protection, it was safe to approach Tajima as well. He would not dare to do anything that would piss off his mate, as she was both bigger, and older than him. Madara’s father had taken one look at Tobirama and Kagami, and huffed out a small sigh. “At least you tied yourself to a land creature. Your sister Myoko went and bonded with a damn merman!”
Madara had not known that, but right then he felt a little grateful to her for having made such a nontraditional choice that Tobirama looked like the better option.
They didn’t stay long. Partially because Madara feared Izuna would turn up, and partially because he worried that Kagami might pick up bad habits from his grandparents. They could get away with it because of their size, but Kagami would need a few hundred years before he could consider trying such things.
Still, having been reminded of his own childhood, as soon as they arrived back home, Madara had looked around. They could fit at least three or four more children into this cave.
Mind made up, he picked up a pile of furs, creating a new, smaller nest for Kagami. “You’ll be sleeping here until me and papa have succeeded in making a sibling for you.”
It took a little while to convince Kagami, but in the end he went to sleep. And Madara turned around to find Tobirama perched on a rock not too far away, eyebrow arched, asking, “Sibling?”
With a smirk, Madara picked him up, moving them both to the center of his nest. “Yes, sibling. We had so much fun making Kagami, don’t you agree? I’m sure we can have just as much fun making a sibling for him.”
Scales gliding across scales, Tobirama positioned himself atop Madara. “Are you sure?”
While they had snuck a little time to themselves every now and then, they had avoided Tobirama pushing all the way inside Madara with his tail, to be careful. However, Madara missed that feeling. Missed knowing that there was a chance that it might take. Missed the feeling of Tobirama doing his very best to fill Madara up.
“Yes, I am sure.”
That was all it took. Tobirama, with almost a year of experience by then, expertly got Madara worked up to the point that when he coiled inside, slipping the tip of his tail into Madara’s womb, the dragon had to bite down on his own hand to not cry out and wake their son.
Tobirama buried his face against Madara’s scales, moaning into them as he too trembled and shook, his tail twisting around inside Madara. Though, given what they were aiming for, he didn’t pull out, just waited until they were both ready again. Then he started slowly twisting his tail again, watching Madara’s expression as the dragon’s breath hitched and his hips rolled with the motion.
Over and over again, Tobirama filled Madara up. Night after night. And at the end of the third week, something had changed. This time, Tobirama noticed it because he remembered a change that had happened the last time, something he at that point had not thought to question. “You are eating the bones again. Does that mean your body is creating an egg?”
They waited another week, until Tobirama could confirm it. Then Kagami was allowed to share the nest with them if he wanted. And though they didn’t say it, they were kind of pleased that Kagami kept his own nest for when he wanted to sleep alone every now and then.
As their family grew, they might create more nests around the cave, and possibly even set up some dividing walls, but for now, this was perfect for their little family.