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Nicholas and his two sons knew nothing of the cordollians' big plan. They were just doing what their instincts told them to do, mating and carrying out the orders of their overseer, the cordollian, for food and necessities.

However, the fact that most breeding stocks were carried by old men was also become a double-edged sword. Older individuals were relatively pain-insensitive and compliant, so they could give birth, but they were naturally less viable and more likely to die than younger individuals. Fortunately for Nicholas, he was steadily progressing through his metamorphosis---thanks to his sons' intense care and all-out pheromones.

At the same rate that his sons were losing their humanity on the outside, Nicholas was losing his humanity on the inside. As he became more and more of a breeder, he grew severely sensitive to the pheromones of mutant males and was plagued by the desire to carry their eggs.

"Dus... Aahhhhh... so...big, wait..."

Now, the only thing he did on a daily basis was engage in the act of reproduction with his sons. Eventually, Nicholas stopped referring to his relationship with his sons as s*x. Because it was more like animal copulation.

No matter how much he begged and pleaded to stop, Dustin would never let him. The second son was merciless, always giving his father an insane sense of fullness.

[You're doing great, spread your legs more.]

Being obedient to his son's demand, Nicholas grabbed his thighs with shaky hands and spread them apart. Below, his gaping hole had already swallowed two c0cks. There was only one Dustin indeed, but his penis had long since split into two.

Well, the boy could have inserted them in one by one, but they were a little thinner than they had been before. And since his father had already tasted a larger c0ck and made noises of disappointment when he was being considerate at first, so Dustin just did it anyway. He gave Nicholas both of his c0cks at once.

[You're so greedy, you have to take responsibility.]

Dustin grunted and leaned over to insert his c0cks deeper. He grabbed the two forked shafts on either side and forced them into the same hole. The flesh-to-flesh contact caused a small puddle to form from the fluids secreted inside Nicholas. Dustin grimaced at the sight, thinking it was incredibly erotic.

"Nnghhh... Dus, Dustin, ahhhh...! Mmnghhh...!"

The mere act of inserting the c0cks all the way in had Nicholas shuddering with sensitivity. As he continued to ejaculate, the volume of semen gushed from the tip of his c0ck was almost like a fountain over his stomach.

[......]

Dustin muttered something incoherent, his eyes raking over his father's drenched body. Nicholas was ripe, to say the least. He wasn't young, but it was a fascination he'd never felt with a body so close to Nicholas'.

There were parts of his body that were ripe for his age and parts that still shone despite his age. For example, his toned chest, which had never been exposed to the sun and was so flawless that at first glance it appeared to be fleshy, almost mushy to the touch. However, they were filled with muscle and were actually quite firm to the touch. It had a nice bulk to it, which gave it just the right amount of weight as it sagged in Dustin's hand.

As good as they were to the touch, they also bounced up and down when you squeezed them, especially his boobs. Every time Dustin looked at them, he felt like he was visibly subduing his father, and it made his stomach rumble with satisfaction.

[Dad...looks like your chest has gotten bigger.]

Dustin said, obsessively touching and licking his father's chest. The moles along the flesh were no exception. Whereas Logan had wooed his father with his gentle nature, Dustin preferred to satisfy his carnal desires in a ruthlessly violent way.

"Dus..."

Nicholas' tear-stained lemon-colored eyes seemed to flutter open. Dustin opened his mouth to nip at his father's shoulder—a large, elongated mouth that was now more appropriately called a snout, filled with a row of sharp teeth.

His father was terrified of the teeth. But to reassure him that the beast's teeth, as frightening as they looked, would never hurt him, Dustin repeatedly nibbled lightly on his skin without hurting him. He did this often, especially right after he'd impaled his c0ck, to give the middle-aged man time to adjust.

"Ah, ugh... Dustin, please..."

Nicholas called his son's name in a plaintive voice. Dustin continues to weakly biting and marking the old man's shoulder and breasts, then licking them with his tongue. His tongue, much longer and wider than before, quickly covered half of the middle-aged man in saliva.

"Nnghh...!"

His father was a coward. He was also a coward. Dustin, who had never once in his life suspected that his father might be such a personality, was surprised by the strangeness of Nicholas. The youngest was unusually timid and was often teased as a child unlike his older brother who was kind and gentle enough to give away all his toys to the neighborhood kids. Dustin used to wonder who he got this trait from, but now he knew.

Dustin reached out to his father. His hands, now more reptilian than human, could not move their fingers as freely as before. This made it impossible for him to carefully arrange his father's hair and caress him, though he could still show affection in his own way.

Dustin's sloppy hands touched Nicholas' cheeks and forehead. The middle-aged man squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to deny the hard scales and nails that had sprouted on his son's fingers. In appearance, his current form was not so different from the one who bit that news anchor the day the invasion was declared. Now, if you didn't look at Dustin closely, it was hard to believe he was once a human.

"Dus...tin..."

Nicholas called his son's name again. Holding back the urge to cry again. The giant reptile blinked and replied.

[Why are you keep calling me?]

A hissing, cracked voice tickled the middle-aged man's ears. As the mutation progressed, Nicholas now could recognize the cordollian's language. He was able to communicate with his son well enough, just not in the same language because he had a human vocalization system.

Still, it was a tragedy that Dustin could no longer speak human language. If his son ever called him "Dad" in human language again, the vulnerable Nicholas would be unable to hold back the tears.

"No..."

Nicholas bit his lip as he swallowed the last part of his answer. Dustin narrowed his eyes as his father, who had been so obedient in his arms, slipped back into his chamber of sorrows. His father periodically slipped into depression, and it was up to his son to soothe him.

[He does it again.]

As a Cordilian, Dustin had become too emotionally numb to understand his human father who would broke down in tears at every opportunity. Such emotional outpourings were considered worthless and reserved for the weak.

Dustin knew that he was once like that too, but not now. He couldn't accept it. The only thing Dustin could do for Nicholas was to make him feel such extreme pleasure that, as a male, he forgot why he was sad.

Still, despite his almost codependent mindset, Dustin was genuinely there for his father as a family man and husband. Dustin withdrew his tongue from dangling over Nicholas' body. Instead, he slowly moved his tail to graze over his father's rippling abs.

The tail was a vital organ, much more flexible than the hands, yet still responsible for all manner of communication. The tails of pure cordollians were thick enough to hold their center of gravity, but the mutants were not. This is not surprising, since they were originally a tail-less, upright walking race.

Unlike the original, the mutants' tails tapered off toward the end, becoming as thin as a small lizard's tail at the tip. The root, where it connected to the body, was still somewhat bulky, about as long as a human male's wrist. And unlike the slender tip of their tail, the mutants' root was covered in sharp, heat-sensitive scales.

Dustin's tail was a deep turquoise color. His thin, slender tail looked like a long string. But don't be fooled by its thinness, because this elongated tail was made up of elastic muscles all over, making it extremely flexible and agile. It was almost comparable to a tongue in its freedom of movement. With that tail, Dustin gently rubbed against his father's abdomen.

Nicholas' abdomen was swollen with the full weight of his son's two prongs, and just above that was his own hard erection.

The area around Nicholas' c0ck was damp and slippery from the cum he'd spewed just moments before. Dustin lapped at it with his tail, using his fingers to collect the whitish liquid. The dark turquoise tail writhed and crawled over the pale skin, its snake-like movements sending shivers down Nicholas' spine.
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