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The dark halls of the palace had never been so silent, as if the stone itself restlessly awaited the countless tapping claws of the small hatchlings soon to come. Every dragoness in the court bar a select few was merely a month from laying her clutch, the queen first and foremost. All bred by their new master. Where once dragonesses would have been all about the halls, flaunting their elegant forms, while also coming up with the most devious ways to kill one another, now every one of them was far too bloated with new life to move so much as a few meters.

It was hard to get up, let alone waddle around like a swollen hippo, eggs rolling and clacking under their taut scales like rocks in a deep river. Yet where other dragonesses were too lazy to tread, one among them still saw fit to drag her round belly as she awkwardly shuffled her way along the hall. Occasionally resting her shoulder against the wall for a momentary reprieve, as she huffed, panted, and rubbed her bulbous gut with a wing.

"And they say I'm the smallest? By the darkness, curse them," Persephone growled to herself, scowling back at her belly with a hint of scorn.

Her feelings were mixed as ever, gone were the fleeting butterflies of joy she'd felt when her tummy was first blooming, big, but not enough to impede her. Now the huge mass wobbled between her legs like a firm cannonball, forcing her hind legs to splay and pussy to weep. She almost welcomed the stuffings she received from her furry master, if only so his cum would momentarily stop the constant stream of arousal that seeped from her every hour of every day.

Yet even those had stopped as of late. As recommended by the palace advisors, she and the other dragonesses were not to be bred this close to laying, lest the master endanger his heirs.

Like he'll listen, that fox will fuck us until the day we pop! She thought, almost considering whether she should go to him now, just to relieve herself. Then again, he's only concerned with his precious new toys, not us bloated land whales.

It felt strange to have once hated him so much, only to now crave his affection, and somewhat loathe those who had it in her stead. It was his seed that had taken root inside her, his blood and flesh that were swelling in her eggs, ballooning her sleek body into this less-desirable form. Or so she guessed, all she knew is that the two younger dragonesses he was now courting, were most likely a far more fitting prize. She hated it, despised it almost as much as how long it had taken her to heave her round bulk from her chambers to the Queen's, shivering at the cold touch of the polished floor as it brushed the strained peak of her round tummy.

Yet as much as she despised being so encumbered, she didn't hate it nearly as much as what dribbled from between the Queen's chamber doors like a vile, black slime. Her head perked at the sound of the latch, then the deep clunk and the creek of hinges as the doors slid open. Her brother's insufferable head poked out, slowly followed by his coiling body. He was vile and weak, to think he had once been her toy as much as she was the master's, to imagine his pathetic cock was all she'd had to pleasure herself aside from claws and tail. The irony was bitter, the smirk on his face far more so as he saw her coming.

"Well, well, isn't this a surprise, dear sister?" he purred, the often formal voice she was used to hearing; dropping now it was just the two of them. "Might I say you are looking..." He tapped his foreclaws together. "Well, unfit to be out and about."

"I'd say the same, brother, what are you doing here?" she hissed, muzzle wrinkled into a snarl as her eyes narrowed so sharply it was a wonder her gaze didn't slice through his array of jeweled necklaces.

"Why, as head of the master's advisory, it is my duty to check on his Queen's condition, she nears her lay, could be any day now." She hated the condescending tone he adopted, and from the sly look on his skinny muzzle, she knew he was fully aware of exactly how it made her feel.

"Our Queen, you would do well to remember, brother," she reminded him swiftly, yet his smirk didn't fade, he merely prowled past her like a sly feline stalking a mouse.

"Of course, of course, how could I forget? Every dragoness in court now bears the status of heir barer." His eyes were fixed on her gut, even when she folded a wing over the thing, feeling oddly naked for the first time in her life. "To think you sat upon my member for years, and not once did you take... It's ironic, how your womb craved a fox over a dragon."

"Mind your tongue, lest you lose..." He merely had to take a meager step back to avoid her aggressive twirl, the weight of her brood and the painful twinge of cramp stopping her from rounding on him before she could even get halfway. "Gah... Darkness, damn this... State!"

"Careful, sister, you carry your master's due inside you. I imagine he'd be quite displeased should anything befall them." He took another step back and turned, slowly walking away from her like leaving a scolded child. "Though, don't worry, I'll be sure to inform him that your lay will be soon. I'm sure he'll be eager to have you with a clutch again soon after."

"Not too ready, mark my words... Brother, I'll..." She was cut off by another twinge in her tummy, wincing as she glanced back at the swollen bump and hissed through gritted fangs. "Get back here, you snake! Don't walk away from me!"

No matter how much she growled or yelled, he was gone, vanishing around the nearest corner with a flick of his gem-studded tail. It would take her hours to catch him like this, even her voice echoing through the hall sounded slow and lethargic, as if the master's seed had impregnated far more than just her swollen womb. Its weight tugged down on her as she flopped against the wall, breathing hard and rubbing the shifting mass within with a wing, eggs so tightly packed they distorted the perfect sphere under her taut scales. She almost felt like her water could burst right there, that her lay would begin right now. But the excitement soon faded, her restless brood settled, and she was left panting for a few more minutes.

Darkness curse him, the snake! She had no idea if it was envy she'd failed to bear his clutch, or the satisfaction of seeing her as vulnerable as he'd once been, but she hated how he now looked at her. He'll see one day, he will get what he deserves too!

Even so, her attention soon shifted from the impossible task of keeping pace with her brother, moving back to what she'd originally crawled out here for. There was only one lover aside from the master worthy of her time, and if Stygian was right, that dragoness was now alone, and very, very predisposed. Persephone had never knocked on the Queen's door. Not now the two of them had accepted they were both equal in the eyes of their master. She merely slipped her muzzle in, seeing the extravagantly decorated room cast in gloom, naught but the light of crimson wax candles to illuminate the tattered bed sheets instinctively torn up into a nest, same as her own.

There was no sign of the Queen in the many shadows that pooled around the room like swarms of tiny, black roaches. Therefore, the smaller dragoness slipped in, a task made all the more difficult by her swollen bulk. There was no keeping the door ajar with her belly, she had to fling the thing wide open, before closing it behind her with a hard thud. Resting her back on the thing as it sealed, she took several deep breaths, the weight of her brood holding her back as her sharp eyes scoured the gloom for her Queen.

Don't tell me she is asleep, what did my snake of a brother do in here? She thought, unsure what Stygian thought he knew about dragonesses close to lay. Snake, I get my claws on him, and by the darkness, I will...!

"I trust your brother didn't prove to be too much of an obstacle?" It was a voice, dark and sultry, not a flash of ebon scales that Persephone saw first. "He has proved to be quite the irritation as of late."

She glanced about, eyes drawn to the voice, as a ripple of shifting water followed, then the trickle of steamy liquid fleeing from the Queen's back as she heaved herself up from her hot bath like a great Kraken. Her bulk made that comparison all too true, her belly dwarfing Persephone's own. To think the Queen was only a little larger than her in body, still relatively small for an ebon dragoness, and suddenly she didn't envy the scale of the royal brood all that much. It seemed fitting then, that Narcissa only emerged from her deep pool of steamy water to stretch her legs, before heaving herself back into the depths like a great sea beast, until only her dorsal spines, head, and wings poked free like a dark alligator.

"I imagine he made no less of a mark on me than you," Persephone responded waddling over to flop down at the pool's side, the weight of her belly shifting upwards, eggs grinding like stones within as she lounged on her side. "What did he want?"

"To be sure the master's first heirs are ready for what he has planned when they finally come," Narcissa told her simply, seeming oddly cryptic about exactly what that plan was. "Though I am not the first to lay, I am the first one he cares about."

"So, it's true, some of the court have already laid?" Persephone asked, hiding her envy of those dragonesses freed from the weight and constant arousal with a stern face.

"Yes, it seems not even our master's will can tell eggs when it is their time, though he will do all he can to maintain the illusion I was first to bring his eggs into the castle and..." The Queen was cut off by a wince, a ripple seeming to lance through her body. "That time is very close."

"Doesn't that make you look appealing?" the smaller of the two dragonesses purred, licking her lips deviously. "My Queen is all round and ready to pop, bound to her hot water, so very vulnerable."

"I imagine you have waited a long time for me to be in a more vulnerable position than you?" the Queen cooed, eye crest raised as she nodded to Persephone's own tummy. "And your brood?"

"Not a peep, save for the insufferable rolling of eggshells and the wet under my tail," she responded, running a foreclaw over her bump, before squeezing the bulbous peak of an egg under her parted plates. "My opinion on hatchlings is still mixed, but the weight, I could do without."

"Oh, how sorrowful it will be to be the loser of this race," The Queen teased, flicking water at the smaller dragoness with her tail. "The devious Persephone, the last to lay, bearer of eggs until the end? Should have thought about it before you resisted the master's will for so long."

"I offered the fox a fight, all the better for it," she hissed, snarling as the droplets of water splattered over her scales. "My boldness may yet glean his favor over the whelps he now courts."

"Ah yes, those bound from trials, one has seen fit to watch over my court for some time now," Narcissa cooed, lurking closer to the pool's edge. "I fear I have given her a taste for execution, she grows too bold in her ambition."

"Your specialty, I'm sure," Persephone muttered, rubbing her belly. "How insulting it must feel for transgressors to be put down by a dragoness so ripe with new life. Your little prodigy would do right to respect you."

"I snuff out life far faster than I brew it, I'll say that," the Queen reasoned, eyes lidded as she lurked in the water right before the smaller dragoness. "Though, I like to think I could offer you help with yours. If you envy the master's new toys so much?"

"How about you fuck these eggs out of me right now?" Persephone rolled toward the water, grinning horn to horn. "Is all that royal power still worth that?"

"Believe me, if anyone will be brought to lay, it will be me," the Queen responded, earning a grin from Persephone as she slipped into the water with a less-than-elegant splash.

"I care not, lay for me or the master," she growled, locking muzzles with the Queen as their ripe bellies pressed into one another. "Let us have this night of fun before the end."

*

"I trust you know why it is you the master requests over all others," Stygian asked as he escorted Umbra through the hall toward the grand doors of the master's private chamber.

"Because I am the favored of his court, of course," she responded elegantly, doing her best to walk prim and proper in the dress and harness she was bound by. "Unbred by a male, ready to bear his brood."

All the easier rise to be his queen, I just have to play my cards right. The sly steward had no idea about the inner workings of her devious mind as he glanced at her and nodded, almost seeming a little envious of the master. To think that the fox should get such a desirable dragoness all to himself. I'll have them all wrapped around my claws, I'll be queen, what's the real trouble bearing heirs for all that time?

She almost worried that it could ruin her figure, countless egg-filled bellies to weigh down on her hips. A life no more than pushing out eggs. Yet if ultimate power was hers, she could make do.

No sacrifices, nothing earned. She thought, nodding as Stygian told her just what the master liked. I'll be the one in charge, males are always open to suggestions when they're balls deep.

"Good, good, you will do well to remember all of that," Stygian said as he came to a stop at the grand doors, lifting the huge, bolted handle to knock once. "I will leave you, the master prefers not to have any other male see him the first time."

"Oh my, how romantic," she cooed, fluttering her eyes at him, before adding. "But this is not our first time, dear steward."

The sly male didn't seem like he'd needed that reminder, to think that she was being treated in a far greater manner than any other dragoness. Yet she flaunted the status like golden armor, earning a scoff from Stygian as he responded.

"So I have heard." He offered a reluctant bow and started to creep away. "Enter when he calls, I'm sure he will fail to keep you waiting."

His lattermost words faded into a disgruntled mutter masked under his breath, yet just as soon as he was gone, she looked to the door. Her tail swished, her slit ripe and wet with anticipation, so much so it dripped to the floor as she anxiously ruffled her wings. Yet like torture, there wasn't so much as a peep from the room, minutes passed, and she stood there, harnessed, and dressed like a tail-raiser from the peasantry.

This is a trick, he's keeping me waiting... Or a test? Her analytical mind raced, doing its best to work out the puzzle, first thing first, she knocked again. We'll see just how much I can be tested, Fox.

The door creaked open as if pulled by a ghost as she placed a forepaw upon it. Part of her wanted to jump back, as if a monster would leap from the gloom and snatch her away. Yet she remained resolute, stern-faced, and shoved inward, greeted by dull gloom and candlelight. The smell of arousal was strong, almost as strong as the incense that burned around the many portraits of royal arctic foxes, each glaring down like proud onlookers. All focused on the nest in the center, upon which lounged the snow-white form of her furry master.

"Greetings, sweet thing," Crytrauv purred, setting a crystal glass on the bedside as he sat up, lean muscles rolling under silver-white fur, the physique of one to have tamed countless dragonesses. "You know, I can always tell the temperament of a dragoness by how she enters the first time?"

"I hope I impress then, my master." Umbra set aside all notion of intimidation, her logical mind driving her to prowl down the squat steps, and right up to his bedside like a needy kitten. "Though, lest you forget, this is not our first time."

"Oh, I am aware," he responded, snatching his glass, and downing the drink before running a claw over the top of her head and gripping the harness tight. "So, let's not stand on ceremony, sweet thing!"

No matter the dent to her pride, she did little to fight him as he dragged her up and shoved her face into the pillows, ensuring her ass was up for him to marvel upon as he ceased her hips.

That is it, fall for me, do what you wish to me, I will take you, if only to control you. She told herself, muzzle parted in a smirk as she felt his hands roll over her thighs, over her ass before pressing at her sopping wet pussy. You like that, fox? You like a dragoness who gives you all you want with no fuss?

"You seem far more eager than most?" he observed, licking his lips as he pressed a finger inward, the other hand very rapidly coaxing his cock from its sheath. "Unless, this is your heat?"

"I know not of my heat, my master, but for my eagerness, I can attest. Yes, I want you, I dream of you every waking moment!" she moaned, shuddering as she tilted her head to look at him.

She was expecting to feel the hard tip of his cock as his finger retreated from her wet slit, yet the only sensation was that of his hand over her hips, exploring over to her inner thighs. With a shuffle of his legs and a ruffle of the bedsheets, he scooted round to her side, one claw wrapped around his swelling member as he ran the other over her wing, leaving a trail of sticky, dragoness juices as he went.

"It is uncommon for me to hear such adoration after bedding a dragoness only once before," he went on, grabbing her harness tight and yanking her over the bedside. "Almost makes me wonder..."

"Wonder what, my master?" she squeaked, her forepaws hitting the floor while her ass was propped up over the bed. "You question my commitment?"

"I question your conviction, not commitment, sweet thing," he responded, slipping off the bed to stand over her prone head, red cock inches from her eyes as it towered over her. "You ebon dragonesses are all so alike, all after the same thing, in your own ways."

"I assure you, my master. I yearn for only you, and you alone," she repeated, peering up at his rod like it were the sun itself. "Any dragoness would be a fool to not desire such things."

She wanted to reach up, touch it, feel it between her forepaws, feel it in her mouth, please him until he was drunk on ecstasy. Only then could she mold him like putty in her talons, have things the way she wanted them to be! Yet he looked down at her with a coy smirk that belayed the fact that he didn't appear so easy to manipulate, nor keep secrets from. He was just as sly as her, seeming to almost read her like a book. One thing short of telepathy, yet he knew what was going on in her head.

That look in his eyes, the sly dog. She swallowed hard as he leaned down, running a wet claw from the tip of her muzzle to the peak of her spines. Just hold it together, he's good, but so am I. I can outsmart him!

"And yet all dragonesses who have been in here resent it at first." He smirked, taking a length of leather reigns from where they were tethered to a steel ring, bolted to the stone floor. "They all think I don't know. That I'm so unaware how they despise their sleek bodies ruined by my seed, that such mighty creatures are subdued by a lowly fox?"

"You do yourself too much discredit, master. The others simply do not understand," she assured him as he clipped the reins to her harness, tethering her head to the floor. "Umph... I can hardly move."

"The point exactly, sweet thing," he purred, drifting back up onto the bedside as she was forced to lean off it with her rump exposed. "Though, if we are talking openly here, why don't you talk to me about your ambition?"

Darkness curse him, he's good! She squirmed and wriggled, letting out a small whimper as she did her best to act as meek and innocent as possible. _Come on, don't let him break you! _

"My ambition...? Sorry, master... I know not to what you refer," she squeaked in the tiniest voice she could muster from the depths of her quivering throat.

"Is that so?" he asked, running a claw over her hips again, before lifting her tail aside with a stringy peel of sticky juices. "It is no secret that you are one of, if not the most, desirable dragoness left to carry my seed."

"And yet you still deliberate, why not take me?" she asked, the heat of lust mixing with a newfound fire of frustration as she did her best to look at him, to no avail. "I am ready, my body is ready."

"I hear the natural heat of a dragoness is hard to come by," he mused, straddling her ass before poking the tip of his cock at her slit. "The rest were not so well timed."

"So I have heard, but I assure you, my body needs no coaxing, I will breed at your leisure," she assured, harness chiming as she wiggled her ass as much as she could in the tight restraint.

"That would be an almighty statement to your competitors, I will admit," he responded, poking his tip inward, parting her wet pussy lips like silk as she let out a soft moan. "The only dragoness to take my seed naturally."

"I do my duty to the utmost, master," she cooed, foreclaws scraping at the stone as he shoved in a little more, while one hand squeezed her hips. "Gah... Yes, master, deeper!"

"So eager, so keen," he mused, giving her a few soft shoves as he thrust lightly. "I almost want to take my time with you, get you to squawk more before I finish."

"If it is my moans you desire, master, you need only ask and I will do so," she assured, harness ringing as she ruffled her wings. "Not that I have a choice, your cock is wonderful!"

"Such lovely manors, for as sly a dragoness as yourself." He gripped her hips harder, shoving in his cock with a little more force. "You will even make the Queen envious."

By the darkness, I will. I will be the queen! She thought, shoving back onto his cock, feeling his sleek rod slide between her silky folds as she clenched her muscles around him. All I have to do is keep him going, he'll break eventually!

"I try my best, but I surely could be no replacement for the Queen," she reasoned, the irony of that sentiment like a foul taste in her muzzle. "She is your lover, after all."

"You seem to have a misbegotten view of what I love." He suddenly shoved in hard, gripping her hips tightly with both hands, claws digging at her scales as the bulging ball of his knot kissed her wet pussy lips. "But I see where your eyes linger, not upon the Queen, but upon the throne she perches upon."

By the darkness, no, I can't let him figure it out so easily! Her mind began to race, every thread of logic she could muster in the turbulent mental storm searching for what she should say next, to no avail. Think, think, I can't be exposed for treason!

"Umph... I'd have thought you'd have... Gah... Seen..." She struggled to speak as he sped up thrusting, as if to purposely impede her. "E-every ebon dragoness covens the throne!"

"Yes, but you hope to claim it through me, I can see it in your eyes." He shoved again, the bulge of his knot teetering at the mouth of her slit as he threatened to shove it in. "It's almost admirable, but I have to wonder what the Queen would think of such things?"

He would never tell her, he wouldn't risk losing me to her wrath! She knew that despite always plotting against each other, to be exposed was the ultimate failure of her kind, and with all Anubia had told her about the Queen's recent executions, she shuddered. I will never allow myself to be made into no more than a crystal ornament!

"I'd have thought one such as you would see that telling her gets you nowhere, but one less dragoness to breed," she countered, dropping the act a little, all the while wincing and grunting as he thrust.

"I am almost flattered you see me as the sole key to your power, but the truth you all fail to see is..." He shoved hard, knot caught spreading her wide before it sank in, summoning a shrill gasp. "You are all the key to mine!"

"Gah... So big!" The sly facade momentarily slipped as the force of his cock sent ripples of pleasure through her, lighting up her every nerve ending like lightning as her wings struggled to ruffle. "Mmph... You presume I was so blind as to not see that?"

She managed to catch a glimpse of him, towering over her exposed ass, like she were a mere ant before him as he slapped her hard, wearing her like a glove on his cock. Utterly subdued, she let out a timid eep at the sudden slap, body quivering as she could feel herself melting into the pleasurable bliss.

"There is a difference between ignorance and denial, sweet thing," he cooed, rubbing the spot he'd struck with his hand, all the while his muzzle quivering, she could feel he was close, just as she was. "You all know your place, but many fail to fully accept it."

"L-let me guess... You wish to ensure I know mine?" She gasped, wet slit quivering as the bubbling heat of her orgasm swelled to near bursting point.

"I feel you have already worked out your place." He slapped her ass once again, before gripping her tight, rolling his cock within her slit. "It is here, on the edge, under me, ready to cum only when I allow it!"

No, no, I can't submit, not like this! She thought, yet every fiber of her being was burning with heat, she wanted it, and she most certainly didn't want him telling the Queen about her scheming. Just let him, you want it, you want his seed, let him fuck you!

"Gah... O-okay... I admit it...!" she moaned, tongue lulling between her teeth as she struggled within the harness. "But here, at least, call me your queen."

"Maybe, seeing as you have been such a good, submissive, little thing, I may call you queen," he taunted, slowing his thrusting to a crawl. "But first, what do you want?"

"I-I want to cum, just let me cum!" she called, muscles clenching around his cock as if to milk the seed from its tip. "I beg of you, master, let me finish!"

"Good, good," he ran a hand over her ass as if inspecting a prize mare. "Good, my Queen."

One little push was all she needed, the mere twitch of his cock within her tight passage, feeling his tip suddenly press to her cervix, and her dam burst. She let out a smoky huff, muzzle wrinkled into a snarl as she shuddered horns to tail with pure bliss. All the while he smirked as the wet clap of his balls and the squelch of her cum sounded from under her tail, at least until he was consumed by his own climax. His coy face warped into one of pure relief, while he petted her rump like it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"And what does the Queen say of her treatment?" he asked, both hands gliding over her toned hips as he teased her with a few more tugs of his waist.

"She admits... She likes it for more than just power..." Umbra panted, face shoved into the floor like a peasant into the dirt as she shoved back. "I pray the seed takes, my master."

"Oh, I think it will, I know a dragoness in heat when I see it." He shifted a hand to run under her tail, teasing her tight anus. "But if not, you will return, over and over."

"Like I hadn't planned that already," she countered, and despite everything, he offered a small chuckle.

Either way, after only a few moments of reprieve, it seemed he was just as ready as she was to go again, they could fuck all night. Yet a sudden scattering of claws on stone outside the chamber, and the rapid knock on the door stole the moment.

"What is it?" he asked, throwing a blanket over his knot tied to her tail, hiding her ass from sight as the door opened, and Stygian's head poked in.

"M-master... It is the..." He struggled to force words through his exertions, as if he'd been running.

"Well, steward, what is it?" Crytrauv asked in a far sterner tone than he'd adopted a few minutes ago.

"It's the Queen, sir..." the flustered steward finally panted. "Her waters broke, her lay is finally upon us!"