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Leari bent down to examine the scales on the forest floor. The rust-scaled dragoness looked over the puny things. They were larger than snake-scales, flattened at the tips, but not as shiny and tough as her own. She was definitely not hunting ordinary reptiles, or her fellow fire-lizards. But, then, the panicked stories from the local villages mentioned creatures that were halfway between beast and noble dragon.

The kobolds, they called themselves, a mockery of one of the ancient names for gnomes. They ran in, took what they wanted, burned the rest, and performed unspeakable acts to anyone they fancied, calling it a 'holy act' with wide, toothy grins. Like goblins, only reptilian, the bounty hunter contract claimed, and Leari leaped at the chance to hunt them down and cleanse their ilk from the world before it tainted the name of good dragons everywhere.

The monsters must have built a lair nearby. If they were capable of building. They used tree bark to scrub themselves, and seemed content to dig shallow holes for their waste. As she drew closer, she saw more and more signs of their habitation. There were trees scratched with pornographic pictures, the crude scribbles coated in what a single sniff from her snout confirmed were streaks of cum. Half-eaten goats were dumped where they were butchered, the remains of the fire used to cook them were put out with piss. Everywhere, the smell of sex and corruption dominated, the careless creatures rampaging through the forest like a perverse plague. Many times, seeing what they did brought bile and fire up Leari's throat, stinging her tongue.

By the time she found them, she was ready to kill them all.

Their lair squatted like a grotesque hill in the center of their corruption, trash-heaps and bonfires surrounding the enormous mud hut. Here, the forest gave way to the swamp, and their home looked as if it was in the process of being swallowed by the fertile, slimy soil. The trees that still stood near the communal hut looked stunted, their scorched, twisted forms covered in pictures and long-dried seed, glittering necklaces made from kobold scales decorating them like the leaves they now lacked.

Crouched in a bush, the dragoness watched, waiting for her opportunity. The kobolds all had long snouts and longer tails. They reminded Leari of rats, or some unwholesome variety of possum. That they looked at all similar to her was an affront to everything being a dragon meant. They spent their time lazing about in shallow, muddy pools, eating, wrestling, and humping each other.

Burdened with enormous members and fat, round ballsacks, they rutted with a desperate, bestial lust, their small, scaly bodies slapping against each other in every combination possible. In spite of herself, Leari found herself drooling as she watched a powerful, almost dragon-like kobold take a smaller, more feminine male from behind like a dog.

The larger male, green but for his tail, which was a bright red, thrust into his lover, a dull blue, their fat balls slapping together, creating a lewd, sweaty beat. The smaller male yelped, shoving backwards to meet green's forceful humping, his own prick spilling copious amounts of clear precum, the massive organ splashing it over his belly and chest. The two monsters looked delirious with desire, their tongues lolling from their mouths, and though kobolds wore little besides their ugly scale-necklaces and crude, barely-there loincloths, even those were discarded in their lust.

"Please, don't pop me..." the smaller, dull blue creature hissed up at his lover, though he did not slow in his efforts to milk the green one with his ass. "Please, spare your favorite.... your...oh...your beloved servant!"

Above, the kobold chuckled sadistically in between his snorting and panting. He shook his head, his yellowish, reptilian eyes narrowing with ecstasy, and his body shivered. The green one's buttocks clenched repeatedly, his ballsack, already obscene even by dragon standards, actually swelling up more for the release. What happened next shocked Leari as no perverse, disgusting thing the monsters could have done would.

Green convulsed in his climax, a guttural groan escaping his wide-open mouth. Beneath him, the slutty blue kobold trembled in place, clawing at the ground and whimpering, his eyes bulging with fear, his mouth still drooling with lust. The smaller male never stopped, never tried to escape or to fight the larger. In fact, as his seed spilled in thick torrents from his bulging cock-head, it was clear he could not even conceive of doing anything other than cumming. But, the green kobold hilted in his tail-hole was cumming, too, and Leari saw why the smaller male pleaded.

With slow, sloshing spurts, his belly grew, larger with every moment. The dragoness blinked, unable to believe her eyes. Were the kobold a horse, he could not produce so much. The dull blue hide of the male beneath him turned lighter, acquired pink streaks as the scales separated, and began to show veins. The blue's paws soon no longer gripped the mud, and his cock slapped against his growing, bubbling gut, spurting the unfortunate slut's last load.

It was not even a surprise when with a deep growl, and one last clench, the larger kobold sent his lover over the edge. With a gurgled, incomprehensible cry of lust, agony, and surprise, the swollen creature he had been humping tore asunder. Seed splashed everywhere, dozens of gallons flowing over the swampy surroundings and splattering into a nearby fire. What remained of blue twitched on the end of the green one's cock, the torn-open beast still in the midst of climax when his heart finally gave out from the shock. The larger male slipped out as soon as the reptilian he had been humping collapsed into his own pile of cum and guts, and instantly found another small kobold that offered to clean him, smiling cheerfully and ignoring the awful carnage his new lover just created.

Leari sighed, and shuddered. With disgust, she told herself. She was disgusted by their breeding habits, by their cruelty and their casual disregard for themselves. They lived as if their entire species were disposable. They were so unlike the noble dragon-kind, the powerful, civilized beings she called her brothers and sisters she felt sick to her stomach just remembering the way dull blue looked as he died. As he fell down, his face was no longer contorted in pain or fear. He was disappointed, like a child whose game was finally over. The dragoness would never acknowledge she felt a stirring of desire for this taboo. No, she had to bury the desire deep, and let it fuel her rage at these things and their ways!

Then, Leari saw treasure, and forgot all about her disgust. Her eye glittered right along with the bowl full of gemstones and gold coins a plump kobold carried deep into the mud hut. The dragoness was mesmerized. The swamp's stench dissipated, the lizard-things and their awful lives forgotten, and she felt only the deep, draconic lust for the precious objects. She leaned out of the bushes, eyes focusing into the dark recesses of the kobold's lair. Deep within, out of the light, lay a king's ransom. Pearls, piled like caviar, spilled over rubies as big as Leari's fist. Gold nuggets pressed their weight down upon gold bars in small hills, their tops sprinkled with emeralds. Enormous garnets, like black glass in the dark, gave off faint shimmers of red light, thanks to the diamonds next to them. The female dragon felt drool on her chin, her neck craning to see more. Deep within, she saw a statue....

And, Leari tumbled out.

She blinked, remembering in an instant where she was. The large, green kobold with the red tail shoved his new lover away, staring at her, before rushing forward with an animal cry, his leering snout and bobbing erection enough to make Leari panic. Her paw flew to her blade, a curved sword of the finest steel, and she stood up to her full height, and swung forward clumsily.

"Female! Mother of-" the kobold panted, running, his eyes focused on her body, not her sword.

He never got to say another word. Leari's blade sliced through his neck, sending the kobold's grinning head into the mud. The monster's body shuddered all over, cum spilling from the overgrown cock one last time in its death throes before the corpse collapsed.

She looked down at the dead kobold, then back up at the crowd of the nasty creatures. All was silent. They blinked, mouths open in shock, not even breathing.

"The Mother of Tribes." one of them, a pale yellow, finally said.

"A female, at last." another gasped, his cock still in the mouth of his lover, who looked over at her with wide eyes full of desperate need.

"Our queen." a fiery orange kobold raised his paws up, and walked up to Leari, crouching in submission. "On the ground, all of you, before the warrior goddess, slayer of Dhozz. Have mercy on us, mighty queen."

Leari glared down at the monster. The kobold cringed, but to her surprise, his maleness slapped up to smack his belly with a lewd, wet slap. She raised her sword, intent on slicing off the foul thing's head just as she had the other one's, and noticed something. All around her, the creatures groveled in the dirt, their paws clasped above their heads. Many were mumbling what sounded like disturbingly sexual prayers, and she could just make out the words 'we offer you the treasures of our world' and 'I brought you gems, so please spare me and take me as your lover' repeated in many variations. The dragoness looked into the gloom of the mud hut, at the glittering piles of loot, and lowered her sword.

"Have mercy on us." the orange now knelt before her. "You have killed our most powerful male, Dhozz. I warned him that taking from the scale-less ones was folly, that their trinkets would displease you, but I did not know you would come here yourself..."

Leari sheathed her weapon. So, they believed she was their goddess? The foolish, disgusting creatures must have never seen a dragon before.

"You will not steal from the surrounding villages. None of you will attack a village of the... scale-less again. The work of their paws does not please me." she puffed out her chest, her light leather armor tight at her breasts, and waved her paw over the crowd.

They cowered, rolled over to thrust their pale bellies up at her, or simply whimpered and whined in the dirt. It was intoxicating, instantly addictive in a way Leari never imagined. With illusions of gemstones swirling in her head and their pathetic wriggling before her eyes, new, wonderful ideas bubbled up to the surface. Perhaps, she could rule these monsters. Perhaps, their taboo ways could be turned to something good... something good for her.

"Queen.... may we please invite you within our home?" the orange kobold pointed to the hut, and Leari shivered with greed.

"Of course. Take me there." she growled, and smiled as the crowd of lizard-things obeyed her, clearing her path of trash, patting down the mud, even kissing the ground she walked on and her shadow.

An entire tribe of tiny worshipers, just for her.

Inside, the hut was full of the comforts of the world. If she had not been drawn to the wealth, she would have noticed the barrels of wine and liquor, piles of dried fish, and many, many salted slices of meat hanging from scale necklaces. Cushions were piled before the treasures, and silk scarves covered the dirt beneath them in multi-hued dunes. And, now that she was inside, Leari could finally see the statue.

The dragoness stood before the obscene idol. Carved from jade, lovingly polished, it looked like nothing the kobolds could make themselves. No hint of crudeness, no clinging cum or broken pieces marred its perfection. Standing almost as tall as Leari, her paws clasped over her tremendous, round middle, was a dragoness. Her breasts were almost as large as her stomach, spilling over her arms, the areolas stretched out like platters. Wide, fat hips seemed ready to jiggle, her legs spread lewdly to show off the dragon's pussy lips, visible just beneath the gravid gut. The statue's face revealed nothing but lust, eyes half-closed, mouth opened in the middle of a needy cry. A crown of gold perched on her head, and several necklaces of silver scales tipped with tiny diamonds lay over her massive breasts.

Who could have carved such a thing? Leari looked down at the many kobolds crouching before her, panting excitedly, eyes going from her to the statue. It could not be the work of a dragon master. True, it was realistic and detailed as only dragon-kind's art could be. But, the sheer size of the dragon's pregnancy, her oceans of tit-flesh, and her obviously corrupted, lustful state were surely the imagination of a creature deprived of true civilization. Whatever mad creature made this idol, they knew nothing of the way dragons behave!

"Who carved this?" she asked.

"Carved? It is not carved, queen..." the orange kobold said, reverently. "Our ancestors tell us that the Mother of Tribes was a powerful dragoness, a great sorceress. She made us to serve and pleasure her for all eternity, and made sure that we could breed with all beasts to make more of ourselves. Even scale-less ones birth our young after one of us swells them up! But, evil, evil dragons would not understand our Queen's ways. They sent a basilisk, and turned her to stone."

Leari stepped back. She had never heard of this monstrous dragoness, and with good reason. She had broken every sacred law. But, there was something in those half-closed eyes that called to the rust-scaled bounty hunter. Leari's heart beat faster.

"She told us she would return, even as she became cold and hard. And now, she is back. She is you, Mother of Tribes. Goddess." the kobold slid his paw over Leari's leg, and she shivered.

"Good, good. That's... good." Leari gulped.

She could not think straight. She felt good. The musk of the many kobolds around her slithered its way into her nostrils like a perfume of long ago. She stumbled, caught herself, and her paw landed right on the idol's stomach. Suddenly, Leari knew.

It was like a flower opening. All her deeply buried vices burst forth, all draconic civilization's ways collapsing beneath the weight of her desires. Like a wedge driven into a crack, her greed gave way to her pride, and as her soul's defenses crumbled, Leari felt overwhelming lust. The kobolds around her smelled like heavenly fruits meant just for her. Their cocks were the perfect size for her. Their balls swelled with precious seed she longed to feel spilling over her. She caressed the belly of the petrified sorceress, and realized that all her life, she had been called here, her every honorable act merely a part of the search for this place. Leari remembered herself, remembered her true name.

The being that turned to look at the surrounding kobolds, her paw slipping away from the stone belly of her previous life's body, was Queen Arela the Insatiable. With ease, she tore off her leather armor, cast aside her sword, and fell back onto the pile of cushions, her legs spreading of their own accord, her paw slipping into her slit.

"Oh, my dears... come here and fuck me. Then, we shall burn all those silly villages that hired me to kill you to the ground!" she cooed at the swarm around her.

The kobolds fought to reach her, the entire tribe crowding in to be the first. Most contented themselves with rubbing their cocks over her naked body, or over their fellow's bodies as they took their pleasure. Two lucky ones, among them the orange kobold, fit into her cunt with sobs of lust. Three managed to squeeze their massive dicks into her mouth, covering her head in three very large, sweaty ballsacks. She breathed in their musk, almost suffocating, but to her sex-starved mind, it no longer mattered. After centuries of denial, after decades of being an honorable bounty hunter, Queen Arela needed more. And more was what she got. Shoving their way beneath her, another pair of kobolds thrust beneath her tail. All of them thrust as one, the entire tribe doing their best to reach climax as quickly as possible.

The newly reborn dragon queen jiggled, feeling her old body returning, responding to ancient magic and the vision in her mind's eye. Her breasts, once small but pert, wobbled into swollen spheres, a kobold fighting off his brethren to shove his veined member into her cleavage. Soon, he rose up, her stomach growing gloriously large, a gluttonous, egg-carrying sack of guts churning as she was humped from every side. She was truly a goddess, and the thought of the monsters around her growing slimy with precum, of their sweat dripping over her, no longer disgusted her. She desired more, and if she could speak through the three throbbing, thrusting cocks in her mouth, she would have demanded even more.

The first to cum was the scrawny male humping her breasts. Shoved in between the two fat mounds, he went into a spasm, and thrust his cock-tip out until it nearly hit Arela's chin. The shower of cum that splashed over her, dripping over other kobolds and driving them into a frenzy of rutting, measured in buckets. It pleased the dragon goddess, her newly restored memories providing her with dozens of wonderful moments just like that one, driving her own bliss higher. But, something was wrong about all this. Something she could not place a claw on...

When the two buried in her pussy began to gasp and hiss, their thrusts slowing and turning into uncoordinated clenches of their buttocks and shivering of their massive scrotums, Queen Arela remembered. She bloated up with their seed, almost a gallon of cum in each of their loads, her belly itching as its scales spread. Beneath them, pulsing in her ass, the other kobolds shuddered in orgasm. She gurgled around the three in her mouth. That was a mistake. Fat, hot balls trembled, their weight seemingly increasing as her three small lovers reached their peak. She squirmed, found her arms and legs held down by many small, thrusting bodies, thick cocks and nutsacks slathering seed over every inch of her growing body. Twitching in her own orgasm, she could not shove them off her.

In moments, her glorious belly was as big as a barrel, a straining sphere of hot cum that only made the many kobolds around her more excited. They shoved in close, slapped, petted, and humped the sensitive flesh, making her moan in discomfort and pleasure. Her breasts, covered in jizz, attracted just as many new lovers, and seemed to swell up with their desperate humping as well, as if soaking up the tremendous loads those fucking her provided.

Queen Arela whined through her nose, her toes clenching and paws flapping uselessly. She had made the kobolds to be fertile, well-endowed lovers, toys for her perverse desires, but she had never before allowed them all to take her. A small part of her, the one that stubbornly remained Leari, growled that this was what she deserved. Her cruelty and lust, her greed and pride, were now her doom. She had taken on too many of the over-productive kobolds, and now she was filling up past her limits, practically tearing at the seams. Worse, her pleasure refused to stop, not even the evil queen's fear enough to overcome the jolts of mind-blowing pleasure going through her. As she cursed and snarled in her mind and jiggled her massive, swollen gut and breasts, she continued to suck and to milk her lovers, her appetite outside her control.

Finally, she was almost as big as the mud hut. Treasure and food were shoved aside, helpless, cumming kobolds slowly crushed against the walls of the chamber. Arela held together by willpower alone, her belly criss-crossed by stretch-marks so wide they resembled canyons on her hide. Every scale on her gut and breast-flesh was separated from its fellows by inches, red skin shining with pressure. She could hardly breathe, could hardly continue living, her organs swamped by more cum than any living creature ever contained before her. Even if they climbed off her now, her beloved monsters would not save her. She was simply too full, unable to move because of all that she contained now.

Her nipples leaked semen instead of milk, drops of thick, white stuff that several desperately rutting lizard-things licked up, only serving to speed her demise along. Queen Arela gurgled, cum backing up, spilling from her mouth and mixing with the ball-sweat of the three still hilted in her mouth. The monstrous, corrupt dragoness could not speak, could not hiss out some spell to save herself, to shove her somewhere else. All she could do was lay there, pulsing with the rotten seed of her creations, every painful twitch of her hide a reminder of the inevitable.

The inevitable came shortly after. A massive tear appeared at her navel, the ugly gash instantly running down to her cunt. The dragoness bulged out in every direction, instinctively clenched every muscle in a desperate effort to survive another moment longer, and failed, her belly opening up with a sound like wet canvas tearing. She burst asunder, a volcano of cum that destroyed the mud hut in the blink of an eye. Scales, limbs, and bloated, cum-stuffed organs fell for many feet around the epicenter of the explosion, the crater she created in her passing filling up with kobold seed and scraps of her too-stretched womb. One of her breasts, as big as her whole body once was, landed in the swamp with a giant splash. Her tail, still squirming weakly, was draped over a fallen tree.

Queen Arela died soon after emerging from the bounty hunter Leari, her evil finally put to rest.

Her creations, deprived once more of their mistress and demoralized, humped each other to extinction, bursting just as she had until every last one was a stain of cum and ruined guts near their demolished mud hut.

The gods breathed a sigh of relief. Their enemy, the worst that a dragon could be, finally succumbed to her own desires. Her soul, no longer commanded by her magic to seek a new host, went straight into the Underworld, to be the lover of demons and countless of her foul progeny, never to trouble the lands of the living again. As the bloated pervert sank into the hells below, she pleaded that she was also Leari, begging for leniency.

"Leari died a dishonorable death when she succumbed to your many vices and your dark memories." one of the gods said. "May you enjoy your many lovers where you cannot harm anyone."

Some say it was the goddess of mercy. Others, of justice. And, some say it was the goddess of pleasure, who could not stand another creature being anywhere close to her in appetites. The moral of this tale, then, depends on which goddess you believe spoke.