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Naethagosa roared, and every feathered creature within three miles seemed to take flight in panic.

She rather liked having that power, seeing clouds of spooked jungle birds (and a few jungle gryphons!) high tail it out of the blue dragoness's immediate area. The air still felt oppressively wet (the heat she could take) but frightening a few feather dusters put her in a slightly better mood.

For a chromatic that is.

The great blue wyrm gruffed to herself, stretching wings once again, feeling the ache and fullness of her brood. Hmph. This should be the job of kobolds, not a wyrm, but no, several get 'eaten' and they grow all panicked.

Perhaps she should have gave them a choice to be eaten by her instead! Then she wouldn't have to put up with the humidity.

The temple was just as her kobolds had claimed, large and strangely untouched by time. The stone looked fresh-hewn though she could feel the thrum of magic stasis through her claws.

She snorted, an irritable arc of static along her horns. So fearful. Well, if she needed to get her claws dirty, then so be it. Not to mention...those stasis fields would surely be protecting something valuable.

Despite the heavy weight of her brood making her belly sag and heavy, she decided that she best inspect this land fully before some other dragon or adventuring mob catch wind.

The inside was dry, strangely so, and a coolness that she didn't particularly enjoy, but at least the humidity was gone. She missed her stormy coastal lair, but then, mobs drove her from that too.

Now she had to rebuild, with naught but a handful of kobold servants and the treasure she could carry in her talons.

It made her seeth. But there would be time for vengeance.

The temple was built right into the rock face at the base of a valley wall, large enough even for her bulk to press forward into the gloom.

Glow rocks, bright as freshly enchanted gently warmed and lit the grand entrance hall, the pillars looking clean and sharp as if time stood completely still.

An altar lay at the end of the hall, fresh blood upon the stone. She frowned, deeply. Something was wrong with this place. The scent was all wrong, too clean, too fresh. Even the blood didn't smell right, as if it were simply...an illusion.

She growled, a noise that would have shook through a real stone temple, just as something wet, thick, turgid wrapped 'round her right hind leg and YANKED!

She spat, arcing lightning behind her, but there was no easy target, especially as she was pulled right off her feet! Mists were growing along the floor, obscuring her view, and she had to arch her neck above the fog level simply to see something dark moving just beneath.

A trap.

Irritation flared, and she again gaped her teeth, static building as she readied to electrocute whatever it was that thought to try and capture a DRAGON.

It struck with a snake's quickness, not avoiding her teeth, but diving right for them! Something heavy and thick pressed right into her open mouth! The arc of her breath weapon ground out, sparks vanishing, all in that moment of total surprise.

Fury replaced irritation soon enough, and she worked her jaws to chew, bite, gnaw on that thick, rubbery like tendril shoved between...between...ahh...

And that's when she noticed the sensation of thick fluid running down her throat. Her forepaws felt numb, already struggling to keep her partly upright. Her tail flopped heavily, once, twice, slapping something warm and rubbery beneath the fog, but soon resting atop it fat and limp. Her wings folded instinctively as her muscles gave out, the large dragoness rolling onto her side. Only the tendril pressed down her throat kept her head above the fog, rhythmic motions as it pumped more of the faintly sweet liquid that made her so very, very, very compliant.

It was rather nice.

The altar dug into her shoulder, but soon she managed to shift and squirm, as thick tendrils seemed to slide across her tingling scales; a sensation that seemed miles away. Stroking across the broad swell of her belly scales, touching the powerful muscles of her thighs, teasing across the thick base of her tail, it was like being pampered by one's kobolds all at once.

It was quite nice indeed!

A part of her brain raged, bashing against the strange mental bars across her consciousness, but mostly she sighed contently, losing herself quickly in the gentle, intimate massage.

<Better than I had hoped> A voice echoed across her mind, though she couldn't see the source. She nursed from the tentacle in her jaws, tongue caressing across it in a way that would make even a red drake blush. <Powerful AND fierce, you will be perfect>

"I am...perfect." She mumbled, that old draconic pride coming to the surface, briefly piercing the veil of the numbness and mists.

The tendrils slid across her haunches, gently pulling, tugging her left hind leg into the air, until she could see it above the mists. A thick, inky-black tentacle was wrapped around her ankle, firm but gentle, pulling it skyward and leaving her awfully exposed just out of sight.

Something was slithering up the length of her armored tail, something caressing and probing. It paused briefly just under her tail, pressing curiously, intimately at the entrance to her vent, making her grunt into the tendril, before pressing just a bit further towards the heat of her sex.

And what a heat it was!

She hadn't been aware just how sensitive she had grown in the last few days, that pressure, that touch, cautious and intimate, sliding so openly between her thighs to press, very intently, at the entrance to her most intimate...!

A dragon was over her. It took several moments of blinking to realize what she was looking at. The tendril was pulling from her jaws, retreating, pulling into a huge, inky-black mass. The head was shiny, with horns and scales, but all with that same shiny textureless surface. It blinked unreal eyes, and grinned a black grin. "Do you prefer this shape?" The creature pressed forward, faux claws pressing against her ribs, her chest, a tongue pressing into her mouth in an invasive, tail-shuddering kiss.

"Mine..." He intoned, in a voice that wasn't quite correct, the dark dragon growing more massive, larger than she, tentacles retreating into him, absorbed, until only his tail wrapped around her's, a smooth, warm pressure as it constricted.

"Yours..." She responded breathily, heart fluttering. There was that dimness, recognition, that this was all wrong, that she should bite, tear, spark this thing into oblivion.

And a much larger part that cared not.

Her heat flared as he reached, touching again, stroking the low swell of her belly. He even hissed, teeth bared as they nibbled across her neck. The mists were retreating as well, drawing into the inky dragon creature just as the tendrils had, until there was only he standing over her.

"Ages have gone by since I last had a dragon..." He hissed, nipping across her throat, feeling his legs press against hers, feeling his smooth texture against her scales. "And you are exactly what I need."

His teeth nipped lower, and lower, and lower, and she couldn't help but splay open for him, exposing herself, panting, groaning, that part of her mind that raged and gnashed growing fainter and fainter.

The powerful wyrm gave in, wanting nothing more than more of that oily touch, faux claws dragging across her belly.

Then slipped right into her vent.

It was quite a gasp! Sparks flickered across her snout in an almost mirror of the sensations between her thighs, those claws elongating, pressing, reaching within her!

Ancient instincts were welling up, her tail struggling against the possessive wrap of inky blackness around it, thighs clenching and relaxing!

And deep within, she felt her eggs shift.

"Yeeees. Such a good breeder. I will make good use of you, and your womb." His foreclaws impossibly reached deeper, and deeper, delving into her most intimate recesses, pulling, ensnaring, tugging! There was none of the usual pain or even discomfort, only a flood of overpowering sensitivity, of pleasure, of stretching as...as..the creature's claws puuuulled a large, lightening speckled egg from her achingly stretched vent.

She was panting hard now, trying to catch her breath, her thighs wet with her own pleasure as the inky dragon-notdragon brought her egg upwards for her to see.

"Such a handsome egg, so rare a thing, and so easily given."

The egg slipped into the inky drake's jaws, and with a blatant, obscene gaping swallow, it slipped down his neck, into the dark mass of his stomach. His grin was far more serpentine than dragon. "Thank you my dear, but I can't be sated on merely one precious dragon egg, now can I?"

Naeth shuddered greatly, the sight of her egg being depredated, swallowed so casually, it was fragmenting what little resistance she had left.

His touch pressed between her thighs once more, the large male form clearly so now, she could see a ridged member between his own legs, thick, bobbing, oozing, even as he hissed and pressed his touch deep within once more.

A second egg, pulled free as she laid it, this time, laid right into his jaws. There was only a flash of speckled blue and cloud shell before it slid down his throat, just another meal for the monster.

A third, a fourth, each one devoured in turn, gently pulled from her sex, until she began to feel hollow. The fifth, small, runty, left her exhausted, unable to keep her legs apart save for his pressure and grip, was brought forward to her own snout. "My dear, you're looking weak. You must eat."

And despite herself, despite everything, she opened her jaws. The egg slipped, slipped down her throat, and she gulped!

"Good girl." The inky dragon creature beamed, dark fangs glittering in the glowstone light. "We're aaaalmost done. Just two more eggs to lay.

That brought confusion. She couldn't feel anymore eggs, she felt so empty, so exhausted! Yet the creature's claws slipped into her once more, teasing, stroking, stretching, pushing deep, deep, impossibly deep!

Her eyes bugged out at that impossible, internal PINCH. She could feel tugging, somewhere deep within, at the root of her self, feel claws tracing across inner chambers, pressing and tugging and twisting...until he pulled free a whitish pink orb.

She was being spayed.

"There's a goooood girl." The faux drake intoned, casually, easily slipping her second-to-last 'egg' into his jaws, which followed her brood to it's doom. "Just one more, and then, then we can begin."

The second was easier yet, she could only twitch her toes, shiver her tail, watch as that oozing arm slipped deep between her thighs, shoved up to the creature's 'shoulder, reaching and twisting and tugging with a sudden pop! And it was done. She lay there, unable to catch her breath, heart beating unbearably fast, blood rushing through her earfrills.

"Now my dear, now that we've erased that particular dragon brood, why don't we give you something more fitting?"

He hovered over her, mantled, false wings splayed overhead, his claws across her chest, her shoulders, her sides, as that deep, inky phallus was so so casually slipped into her.

She felt so stretched, so wide, the thrusting strokes only worked to press on her inner muscles. The shape-changing creature hissed, taking its own pleasure, delving and rutting and breeding in it's own way! Until thick ropes of inky blackness ooozed deep into her freshly emptied egg chamber.

Thick, oozing lumps. Eggs, she was being laid with eggs. Multitudes of oozing, semi-transparent eggs! Her belly stretched taut, further than she had been with her own now eaten brood, thick and stretching!

Black ichor trailed across her sex and vent as the creature pulled free, a smear of black across her now swollen belly as he stroked up against it. "Hssss...wonderful. You will make a wonderful host my dear. You'll raise my brood as your own, won't you?"

Naethagosa could barely hold back her reply, any semblance of resistance long since erased. "Yes, YES!"

And they lived happily ever after! If...you consider being blissfully obedient and a monster's broodmare as happily ever after.

Fin