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A figure, dressed in a lightweight traveler's cloak and carrying a laden satchel, walked through the misty moorland alone. She was perhaps four feet tall, with chestnut-brown skin and frizzy hair. And as she walked, she thought to herself, 'This is going to make me either very rich, or very dead.'

The ancient castle on the far outskirts of the city had been abandoned for centuries before its current resident moved in. Nobody was sure when it had happened, but they certainly weren't going to ask her to leave. People gave it a wide berth whenever possible. And here Vela was, armed with nothing except her satchel.

She had to stay focused. If she pulled this off, she wouldn't have to work a day job for at least two years. Maybe three.

The large drawbridge was open. It was never closed, nor were any of the gates barred. They didn't need to be. Anyone who wandered in uninvited would soon regret it.

Steeling herself, the young halfling made her way straight down the hall. There were a lot of odd corners in the castle, but she wouldn't get lost. It was a straight shot to the throne room.

She hadn't gone two feet when she started seeing the temptations. First the odd copper piece, then silver and gold sovereigns scattered across the flagstones... but she'd read the old stories. Not a single piece was dropped or forgotten by their owner. If so much as one single coin went missing, the master of the castle would know. This was a silent boast, a dare to be so bold as to take what was hers and invite her unquenchable wrath. No, there were safer paths to wealth. And while meeting a gracious hostess was an unlikely scenario for Vela, proving herself above thievery seemed her best bet to at least get on speaking terms.

The throne room was breathtaking. The floor was coated in shimmering riches of many shapes and sizes, and the walls were draped with all sorts of finery; chains of precious metal, pendants that hung low with enormous gems, and fine tapestries. Lounging on a vaguely bowl-shaped arrangement of mixed currency was the lady of these lands herself.

Dragons could take many forms, depending on their lineage, but they all had one thing in common: They were not to be trifled with if you valued your life.

This one must have had some vague humanoid ancestry, enough to give her a biped's upper body and a personable face that bore a smug expression, wreathed in amethyst scales. Her lower body, on the other hand, was almost entirely draconic in form and function, swelling out into hips broader than a horse's, powerful legs that ended in enormous clawed feet, and a tree-trunk tail to match. And she looked like she was expecting company, as her golden eyes were fixed firmly on Vela even as she lounged back and idly fidgeted with a fist-sized ruby.

"My, my. An adventurer without sticky fingers," she said, her voice as smooth and velvety as fresh honey. She showed off a grin of gleaming fangs. "I suspect you've come to me with a proposition, then? Please, speak. It's been years since I've been properly entertained."

Vela steeled herself, reminding her that showing her fear (which she had quite a bit of) would only amuse her. If this was going to work, she had to be confident.

No problem.

"I assure you, my hands are as smooth and clean as a newborn babe's," she said, lifting them up for emphasis. "I come to you not offering a challenge, but a bargain. I wish to trade. I have been given to understand that, while your wealth is said to be as vast and awe-inspiring as your strength and your beauty, you have some appreciation for the finer things in life." Very slowly and carefully, she reached into her satchel, pulled out a small perfume bottle, and prayed to every god she could name that her cousin had been right.

Vela had rehearsed the next part in her head a dozen times or more on the journey over. She was an alchemist, not a salesman. Hopefully the product would speak for itself.

"Hand-crafted by myself from the finest ingredients," she said. "Including essential oil of Artorian moon-roses. It takes an entire fortnight just to refine a single ounce, you know."

The dragoness lifted her head, the predatory air about her giving way to curiosity. She lifted her considerable mass from repose and tromped over, toe-claws raking through dozens of clinking coins with each step. It was hard not to feel very, very small as she rose up to her full height, nearly thrice Vela's. Without further prompting, she plucked the phial from Vela's unresisting hands.

The wyrm handled the offering with a delicacy that belied her massive strength and size. She swirled the bottle around. She carefully opened it and gave a delicate sniff. Then she dabbed a few drops onto her wrist before taking another breath. She was clearly a connoisseur, and beyond that, a dragon's senses were said to be much more acute than those of any mortal race. The slightest imperfection in the scent would be noticed and harshly criticized, possibly by means of flame.

She let out an enormous sigh as a contented look spread over her features,

"Oh, that is divine," she said, breathily. "Not that the smell of minted metal is objectionable, but it does get old." She nodded, then extended the tip of her tail in what appeared to be a handshake.

"A pleasure, small one. I am Frinessalthinyxinth. The short-lived may call me Frin."

Vela only hesitated for a moment before shaking it, and it felt very strong. No doubt it could yank her arm clean off, if its owner so desired. The halfling felt even smaller than usual, but did not waver. "I can get you more where that came from," she said quickly. "For your power may be great, but I suspect you can't just nip down to the apothecary. But I can bring you oils and perfumes and tinctures enough to scent the entire hillside. Top quality, hand-made by myself."

As Frin considered this, Vela counted to five under her breath. This was it. Now or never.

"And all I would ask from you in return is a single infertile egg."

The dragon's head jerked, blinking down at the little alchemist in a rare moment of utter stupefaction. Whatever boon she had been expecting the squishy little creature before her to request, it had not been that.

Frin took a step back, running a claw under her chin while wearing a frown that made it clear she was considering the necessity of torching this biped on principle. Vela didn't move and didn't flinch. She was almost holding her breath. But... gods above and below, was she actually considering it?

The dragon squatted down to bring herself closer to Vela's eye level. "Suppose I give you what you ask for," she said. "There would be conditions, of course. You would have to keep secret as to where it came from. I can't have every adventurer and their mother thinking they could simply hit me up for eggs like some sort of broody hen."

"That's no trouble at all," said Vela, nodding quickly. "If anyone asks, I'll tell them I stole it. You can even singe me a little, if that would help."

This got a brief snort of amusement, accompanied with a little puff of smoke. "I would need your sworn oath that you do not intend anything... unnatural with it. There will be no foul sorcery wrought from the fruit of my loins."

"It would be ground up and broken down for alchemical reagents," Vela added. "Mostly for cosmetics."

Frin smirked at her. "Eager to come to an agreement. I like that. However... I must inform you that I cannot produce eggs on command. My fertility cycle does not begin for another five years, and even then, I would have to give up an opportunity to mate in order to provide you with a dud."

"I certainly wouldn't dare ask you to give that up," said Vela, smiling with as much false bravado as she could muster. "If I agree to your terms - which I would - I can also provide you with this." She withdrew a larger bottle, this one containing a thick, syrupy fluid. "It's derived from an old kobold medicine. They would use this to induce clutches during times of famine. Modified to suit your magnificent body all the better, of course. I would never compare you to a humble kobold."

The dragon rolled her eyes at this. "Your addendum is appreciated, but unnecessary. The science of our anatomies is admittedly similar, to the extent that my studies have covered." With a finger, she gestured for Vela to come closer, and accepted the bottle. This, too, was uncorked and sniffed.

"I smell neither toxins nor falsehoods," she judged, her tail circling about to pat Vela on the back. "We may yet have a deal. Am I to understand this elixir would hasten the normal speed of the process, too?"

"Indeed," said Vela, nodding rapidly. "If you drain this bottle tonight, you will find yourself gravid by the time I return with your payment in the morning." She hoped, she added silently. It wasn't like she'd had an actual dragon to test the formula on. Her modifications to the formula were based on pure conjecture.

Frin shook her head. "If I drink this now, you will remain here tonight. Though you smell trustworthy, I was not hatched yesterday! You'll remain within claw's reach until the alchemy has worked its way out of my system."

Oh well. The gods couldn't blame her for trying. "V-very well, your radiance," she said, bowing down low. "I suppose I will pull up a... um... pile of gold and make myself inobtrusive until then."

"Hold a moment." Frin thrust her tail down into a clattering pile of filigreed goblets, and dragged out a silk-strewn, four-post bed. Though ruffled, it didn't have a speck of dust on it. "You will sleep here. If you require food, drink, or other amenities, I will provide it."

And that was how Vela spent the night in a creepy old castle. The dragon disappeared briefly, only to return with an entire elk that she proceeded to expertly clean and butcher. After an unexceptional but filling dinner of venison stew, the halfling settled down in the bed she had been provided, apprehensive about what the morning would bring. Would she even be safe here?

...Well, yes, of course she would be. After all, who would be stupid enough to wander into a dragon's lair?

Frin had chased down her dinner with the promised elixir, remarking on the sweet and syrupy taste before bedding down for the night, hunkering into a tidy mound of platinum strategically between Vela's bed and the entrance hall. Though she slept the whole night, Vela heard... moans. Grunts of discomfort. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see anything, though she did catch a glimpse of sparks on two occasions. Certainly the potion was doing something.

Good sense got the better of curiosity, however, and the dragon was left undisturbed until morning came.

~*~

Vela cleaned up and made herself presentable as best she could before leaving the relative privacy of her bedside curtains, but nothing could have prepared her for the extent of what she found outside.

Frin was lying on her side, her belly domed out to a dramatic degree. Dragon eggs were large, of course, but an infertile one should not have been much larger than three to five pounds. Nothing like what Vela saw before her. The wyrm's scales were warped around a bulge about three feet around. And as Vela watched, it gave a lurch outward in size... almost imperceptible, save for the dozen coins it dislodged on the slope beneath its bulk. The dragon groaned and shifted about as she tried in vain to get comfortable.

"Ughh~! By Tiamat's five wombs, what was IN that potion...?"

"Lots of things," said Vela, slowly approaching the immense dragon, awestruck. She had seen some big bellies in her time. Kobolds had two clutches a year, and her neighbor, Mrs. Rustback, was frequently swollen up with her latest. But dragons, unlike kobolds, did not lay clutches. Dragons always laid one egg at a time. All of that bulk... it was one. Single. Egg.

Vela tried her best to keep calm, but it was difficult.

"Are you... okay?"

Frin hissed, her tail landing like a whiplash some five feet away, sending up a spray of glittering coins. "The pressure is unlike anything I've felt. Walking is a challenge. Flying is impossible. I feel my scales pushing apart with each shallow breath--"

She inhaled sharply, a shakiness in her gasp followed by an unexpected moan.

"... Hnh. Though I must admit, the weight sinking into my hips is becoming... pleasant~"

Vela quickly retrieved her notebook and jotted down the dragon's stream of consciousness, trying to keep things as clinical as she possibly could. She felt heat blossoming in her cheeks, and held the book up to shield them from view.

"That's better than it being unpleasant, yes?" she said, with a nervous laugh.

"I suppose," Frin grunted, wobbling for a moment as she flubbed her first attempt to roll over and find a more comfy position on her hoard. "Uggh. Hang on. Ooof--! Grr. So undignified. Fucking... unnghh~"

With a deep moan, she finally managed to rotate onto her back by sliding a short ways down the hillock of precious metals, splaying her legs and tail out. And that was when Vela got a front-row reminder that dragons didn't believe in clothing. Her most delicate bits were now fully on display: puffy, glistening, practically bulging from the armored alcove they normally hid within. Her inner flesh was so deeply purple it looked like the sky just before the last of the sunlight faded into night.

Part of Vela's mind--the rapidly calculating part that noticed little details, the part that made her such an alchemical prodigy--made notes of the way in which they were different from a mammal's parts (more akin to a cloaca, but not quite) and the unusual aroma that wafted from them (musky, spicy, with a hint of... lilacs?). But the other part, the much larger part, just saw an enormous, bulging, dripping pussy mere feet away from her, and her breeches felt uncomfortably tight as their occupant vied for Vela's attention, and suddenly she was much less concerned with covering her face.

"Hnnfh. That's a little better, I suppose," Frin huffed, her tail curling up to fan at her underside. Vela suspected that the airflow was a partial and temporary balm for the hormonal fire that was no doubt smoldering inside of the dragon. It did, however, do an excellent job of spreading her aroma around the room, threatening to overwhelm Vela's senses.

Oblivious to the halfling's plight, Frin leaned around her swell, propping her chin in a cupped hand. "In any case, I've decided not to punish you for this... excessive result. I trust the egg more than meets your needs? You may approach and inspect me to make sure--unless... are you not feeling well?"

"What? Oh, no, I'm fine, quite content!" yelped Vela. "Just, um, excited about a business transaction well made!" 'Run. Run, you idiot,' went her inner monologue. 'She can handle herself. You are quite literally playing with fire.'

"I suppose I had best make sure," her traitorous mouth said. Happy that she wasn't being looked at directly, she approached awkwardly with her legs nearly crossed and laid her hands upon the scaly dome.

Frin raised a brow, seeing the halfling's unsteady gait. But there was no point in hesitating after she had come this far. Silently gritting her teeth, she laid her trembling hands onto the dragon's belly. As she made contact, Frin brought up a violet wing, half-enclosing Vela in a private space against her swollen tum.

"Your furless mammal-hands feel quite pleasant," said the dragon, smiling languidly. "But do not tarry. I assume the size is... acceptable~? Nnh. More, and a little lower."

Vela suppressed a yelp as she was pressed harder into the gravid belly. "M-more than enough," said Vela, continuing to rub the drum-tight surface. She could almost swear that she felt the egg shifting within its confines, as if preparing itself to be laid. It wouldn't be long, and she couldn't wait... because then she could head home, obviously, there was no other reason whatsoever she wanted that egg to be laid.

The dragoness hissed in a breath, the considerable weave of muscles under her scales tightening up in a primal reflex; both to the pressure inside that she in no way had become acclimated to yet, and the contrast of a soothing and exploratory rubbing over her body.

"Is this okay, um, o great wyrm?" said Vela. She hoped that she'd be able to make an excuse to depart soon. She was going to start running out of honorifics soon.

"Do not be so hasty, whelp," huffed Frin with a flick of her neck. "It has been some time since someone has touched me with anything more gentle than a broadsword. I had forgotten how... nice, it could feel. Continue."

Frin suddenly gasped, and under Vela's questing hands, her muscles began to contract, and she growled softly through the spasm. It wasn't time yet, but soon, perhaps.

As she shifted once again, her wing pressed Vela into her flank. She wriggled about to try and make herself a more comfortable seat... and then, abruptly, she froze. The dragon blinked, suddenly fixing Vela in her gaze. "Are you... hiding a wand in your breeches, alchemist?"

And with that, Vela's face burned so brightly that for a moment she was sure that she had just been incinerated. "I'm sorry!" she cried, her voice going up an octave as embarrassment and terror co-mingled in her delicate psyche. "I'msosorryithasamindofitsownpleasedonteatmeandmakeanestoutofmybones!"

Vela's panicked tirade was cut off as a long finger was placed to her lips. "Calm yourself, small one," said Frin, with an air of polite amusement. "I take no offense. It's quite natural to be fascinated by the most magnificent creatures of land and sky. Although, I did not detect such sheepish excitement yester-eve." She carefully used the blunt back of one claw to push some of Vela's hair behind an ear, so she couldn't hide behind it.

"Could it be that some new... development holds a special interest to you, then~?"

"What?" said Vela, looking away from the dragon's face, and more importantly, away from her belly. This second one was hard, since it took up so much of her field of view. "O-of course not," she said, face slick with nervous sweat. "That... that would be weird."

The dragon's features were carefully blank. "Oh yes. Unbearably strange. Certainly something to get twisted in shame over, thinking of all those written-and-unwritten rules you 'civilized' types like to plague yourself with." Frin spoke in a flat voice, the hints of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Then she leaned in close, lightly grasping Vela's shoulder as she ran her forked tongue up the woman's cheek.

"Mmmm~ Fear tastes nice, but it turns out anxious conflict is even better."

"I... I'm sorry, it... what?" said Vela. She was pretty sure she wasn't about to die, but she didn't yet know what the alternative was. Her eyes quickly darted between the dragon's smirking face and her quivering belly, and there was no hiding her throbbing erection now.

Frin leaned in close, clearly just trying to make her guest shiver a bit more. Then she smiled wide. "Toss the notebook away, and get out of your breeches," she ordered, pulling her wing back to give Vela room to move. "Keep the boots, though. They're cute."

"Y... yes ma'am," she said, because you didn't say no to a dragon, especially not one speaking in that tone. She did as instructed, disrobing herself rapidly. She had a fairly typical build for a halfling; what she lacked in the chest department, she more than made up for around the hips. All the time, she never quite took her eyes off of Frin, watching her belly, unable to stop thinking about how desperately her body must yearn to be free of its heavy cargo...

Stretching out a bit more upon the pile of clinking wealth, Frin's rows of scales visibly rippled and pulled across the surface of the egg lodged deep within. The egg Vela had put there. Immense. Immovable, or so it seemed. The whole dragon seemed to flex and move around the mass, fixed in place. "Hnnh. Look what you've done to me," she cooed, in a low, sultry voice that made Vela's knees weak. "Even Garthurnax of the Cursed Caldera didn't leave me this swollen, you know."

Vela gulped, taking a step back as the dragon loomed over her. It didn't take much for a dragon to loom, but Frin looked like she really meant it. "I didn't know it would be... like this," she said, trembling before her. "F-for what it's worth, it looks good on you."

...Did she say that last part out loud? Oh no.

"Oh~?" The musical note of happiness in Frin's voice was almost more intimidating than anger, somehow. "Are you telling me that you're proud of what you've done? Engorging me with this experiment of yours? Grounding me? Making me... nnh... tight and FULL..."

Vela couldn't stop herself anymore. Her chest tightened, her cock throbbed, and her legs finally gave out, and she wobbled over and fell to the ground at the dragon's feet. "N-no," she said, unconvincingly, as she tried to scoot away on her butt "N-not like that... I'm not... some kind of weirdo..."

Frin just giggled with playful derision, her tail reaching out to gently circle around the alchemist's ankle like a leash, pulling her closer. "Come now. It's all over your face, halfling. How you're going to swoon and shiver as you get to watch this big fucking EGG pull me open like a fat, wet boulder. While the mighty Frin mewls and writhes in front of you, pushing and struggling~"

"N-no," Vela mewled, and there would be no convincing the village idiot with that tone, let alone a dragon. She swallowed hard, looking up at the dragon's mountain of a middle and her pulsating pussy. And as a fat dollop of slickness oozed out of her and coated those thick, protruding nether lips, Vela felt the last thread of her resolve finally snap.

".....yes."

The scaly circlet around her ankle squeezed emphatically. "That's it. Feels good to admit, right?" Frin's tone was cheerful, though her face was not at all reassuring, running her forked tongue over her teeth like the greedy apex predator she was. Her hands pushed up from the golden floor; the dragoness slowly sat upright and cast Vela in her bulbous shadow. "I won't tell anyone your perverse little fantasies, whelp. I don't hold to your taboos... mm, though such a prideful act from such a tiny soul can't go unanswered. So I must impress upon you that even as hopelessly gravid with YOUR egg as I am... that you are mine."

That last word fell from Frin's lips like a great leaden weight, dragged down by the immense truth of it, and it crashed down into Vela's soul with a resounding impact that echoed throughout every fiber of her being, and all of a sudden, the material rewards of her task didn't matter one whit. She knew--as some part of her had always known--that she would crawl naked over a mile of desert just for the privilege of being allowed to polish Frin's claws.

"Yes," cried Vela, as she felt herself melt into the ground. "Yes... m... my... my queen..."

But by that same token, it was clear that rare elixirs and perfumes were the last thing on Frin's mind. She bent forward, groaning at the necessary pressure on her egg-laden tum, fussing and petting over her new toy. Her claws were unexpectedly dextrous, pulling the cord from Vela's laced blouse and using it to tie back her hair in a tidy ponytail... then shucking the layers of her top entirely to reveal the rest of her adorable body.

"Queen, mm? Good girl. I like that title. As for you... hm. 'Subject' is too lofty, and 'pet' is too generic." She tapped a finger to her chin and hummed loudly, making a big show of thinking. "Perhaps your new title should be 'nest'?"

"...Nest?" said Vela, momentarily confused. Then she felt something wonderfully warm drip onto her feet, and she saw the dragon's immense pussy had begun to steadily leak onto the floor... and onto her. "Y-yes," she cried out, her whole body so overtaken with primal want that it burned hotter than any dragonfire. "Yes, my queen... I... I will be your nest!"

"You will," Frin asserted, pushing the quite-willing halfling onto her back with the lightest of bumps from the front of her belly. From there, Frin groaned her way into a low squat, giving Vela slightly less than a foot of clearance to exist below her taut middle. "Oof. It's only fitting that you should atone for your pride by being a warm, cuddly bedding for this absurd egg you've planted in me. Hrgh~" She shuddered, her belly tensing up--much harder this time--and her darkened puss began to coat her new Nest in a slow, ceaseless pour of slick fluid, hot as a freshly-drawn bath. "Gods. I bet you could fit IN this thing. But instead you're going to be a nice obedient pillow for my laying."

Vela watched helplessly as that massive pussy pushed itself outwards to disgorge a flood of warm egg-slime all over her. She could see the shape of her new queen's belly shift, and could imagine her womb beginning to open up as the massive egg began to slip free of its too-tight confines. The thought caused Vela's hips to mindlessly buck as instinct began to subsume reason, and she knew, as well as Frin did, that she would do anything the dragon asked of her, as long as she would be allowed to have this.

"It is... a pleasure to serve, my queen..."

The goo was just viscous enough to not slip into the spaces between coins, instead pooling up around Vela's body to the point where it encircled the base of her desperately firm cock. Only then did the flow relent... and only because a sparkling blue dome was starting to push Frin open, her plump and trembling inner flesh soundlessly stretching into an ever-widening ellipse. "Haahhh. By Tiamat's teeth, it's happening! I'm not even pushing yet! It's so damned heavy it's just pulling everything open as it falls! Unngh, this egg is too much~"

Mere minutes ago, Vela had been trying to look away. Now, there would be no power in all the known planes that could make her avert her eyes, as she saw the dragon's hot slit wink open, revealing the speckled surface of the egg for just a second before receding, again and again. She wanted so, so badly to see Frin lay that egg, more badly than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

'Please,' she silently pleaded, because words were failing her. 'Please... lay that egg... lay it for me...'

Frin continued to gyrate her hips over Vela, teasing her with brief glimpses of the emerging egg. It was like she was trying to hold it in place, but it looked like she would not be able to keep that up for much longer.

"Ahh... grr... mmm... NOW I have to push...!" Frin snarled, arching her back and starting to heave for breath as everything from her toes to her sternum started to flex and push in brief, intense pulses. The weighty ovoid dropped lower and lower, the bottomost curve even brushing against the tip of Vela's untouched-but-overexcited member from time to time. "Augh... This thing is impossible~!" she groaned, pausing in her efforts with the egg half-birthed, protruding lewdly from her body as her powerful vaginal muscles held it fast. "My hips are so tight, I'm a dripping mess... ahhn~ Feeling this smooth shell grinding through me is liable to get me addicted to being a brood-bearer... assuming I can find the strength to push this into my eager Nest where it belongs~! Gauuh~!"

"Y... you can do it, my queen," moaned Vela, gasping in agony and ecstasy as the dragon struggled to lay her egg, hypnotically swaying from side to side as she worked. "You're so... gorgeous, so powerful, so majestic! And... and I need you to lay that... that beautiful egg! I need it so bad!" Her hand was working unbidden now, stroking her turgid member with the copious lubrication that had been so graciously provided by her queen.

Frin was barely looking at Vela now, but judging by the look on her face (an unholy hybrid of grin and grimace), she didn't need to see her to know how much the halfling was enjoying herself.

"Yes, you do," she moaned, gasping for a brief rest as the stubborn egg receded a half-inch inside her fatigued flesh. "Rrrr... and I can't leave you unpunished. You need to hold this massive burden you inflicted on me... You need to feel it pinning you down, as encumbered by its weight as I was. Rrrh. I want you to warm its shell while you fervently reconsider all the work you've done on this perverse formula you made me drink. Because if this behemoth is a fertilized egg, it's going to be one big, dangerous dragon, and you're going to have to take responsibility~."

Vela's head was spinning, but Frin didn't wait for a response. She roared, her muscles all contracting in concert, pushing with all her strength regardless of how her body tried to tell her brain that it was too much. "GaaahhFUCK~! T-tiamat's TITS it's so huge... Auugh~! Get out... I will lay you... oohHHHH--!" Her voice began squeaking out into a quiet wheeze as she struggled to lay, the egg hanging out of her, gripped by her nether lips as if her body was reluctant to give up its precious cargo, and Vela watched as the thick, heavy egg hung tantalizingly from Frin's vent. Multiple times, Vela thought it was about to drop, but despite Frin's colossal efforts, still it hung there. And the dragon gasped and moaned, blissed out of her mind. "Hhkh... nnnh... aaah~."

Finally, as the egg crossed some invisible threshold, it slipped the rest of the way out with a delectable wet sound, touching down a mere inch of distance before its oddly-comforting weight sunk into the thick layer of slime above Vela's body.

If not for that fluid, which had congealed as it cooled, it would have been very possible that Frin's lips slowly stretching over the widest part of the egg before it finally was disgorged from her body would have been the last thing Vela had ever seen, and she would have gone to meet her ancestors with nary a regret. As it was, it landed onto the slimy Nest with a soft plop, slowed just enough to gently settle its weight against the halfling's body. And as it touched down, Vela let out a quiet gasp as her cock spasmed in climax, her offering a mere drop in the ocean.

Frin let out a fulfilled rumble as she dropped onto her haunches and elbows, dragging slow breaths in and out while she came down from a climactic high, or something resembling it close enough that she didn't care to distinguish. Her nethers gaped open still, spasming gently and drooling an obscene amount of wetness down her lax tail and over the freshly-vacated egg.

"Oof. That was... hahhn. Are you still down there, Nest? Didn't... smoosh or drown you or anything?"

"I think I'm fine... my queen," said Vela, as the moment of post-egg clarity washed over her mind. "Though I would very much appreciate it if you would move this..."

Frin finally looked down, and smiled as she was greeted with the sight before her, of Vela nude and panting and pinned to the ground by an egg nearly as large as she was.

Some awkward minutes later, dragon and halfling alike sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of Frin's labor. She was going to need a cart to get it home.

An air of tension hung between them, but it seemed that Frin was waiting for Vela to speak. So she did.

"So, um... Somebody is expecting that egg, so I should really clean off and get going. But... maybe once I bring you your perfumes, I could... maybe... stay a while? You know, um, just in case you need an extra pair of hands. Around the castle. I could, erm, polish your coins."

Frin let out a laugh. She gave Vela a look that might have had some actual fondness in it, somewhere far beneath the haughtiness.

"They do tend to get dirty sometimes," she said, with a brief wink. "As for the rest... mm. You know, there are a few rooms in the northwest tower that are too small for me to clamber into. They'd make for a fine living space if you cleared them out. Perhaps even a workshop, if you'd like to continue your crafts. I could, perhaps, also use some help exploring and excavating the dungeons. Not to mention setting up magical wards. And perhaps having a diplomatic face on hand to deal with brash visitors. Yes, I could think of many advantages to having someone around with your particular skills! I can't be expected to do everything around here, after all."

Vela's heart gave a little flutter as she considered the possibilities of her future. She had come to this place in search of wealth, and what she had found was treasure of a different sort. Was she really prepared to handle a dragon's patronage? She was just an alchemist and a perfumer, after all...

Then Frin's tail tail curved 'round, lifting the halfling's chin. "As for your rent... I would require you to make more elixirs for me. Today was... exhilarating. I could use more of that in my life. And you had best believe that I will have some ideas by the time you get back, my nest."

...An alchemist, a perfumer, and a nest, it would seem. Vela's future was sure to be very, very interesting.