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They had played the ring game seven times that night. Teased and coaxed. Sometimes she lasted longer than others-stretching out the minutes until she moaned to loudly and it fell to the floor. Or clenched and swallowed, that tongue threatening to enter her throat. Each time the dragons tongue caught it, and each time she was teased that the next she might not be so fortunate. That the stakes were ever harder. And yet even as they played with the symbol of her devotion, the symbol of her union to Treya...

She was taken. In every way that mattered.

When someone finally came looking for her it was midway through the fifth game. Her mouth sealed as the servant inquired within-able to hear the wet noises of her being rutted. The cool answer from Onyxia. The small ask of confirmation-to make sure that Reyori was there, that she consented, the door opening to show the poor vulpera nodding as hard as she could-she lost her game there, nearly swallowing the ring, and Onyxia's mouth found hers.

Looking human now. That she was a dragon was a secret only for Reyori it seemed, ring fetched out, and the servant sent on its way.

Finally, there was a point she could no longer agree to the game, and fell asleep in the dragons arms.

When morning finds Reyori she is in a bed-not one that she saw last night-with silken sheets and deep comfortable pillows and a freshly cooked meal steaming on the plate near her. A traditional vulperan breakfast awaiting her.

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It was a miracle that Reyori had lasted as long as she had. The rush she felt each time Onyxia placed that ring within her lips had her heart racing within her chest, beating so loudly that it drowned out all sound; save for the sound of the dragon's hips slapping against her own.

That was the only sound that truly mattered to the vulpera. The only thing on her mind was the wonderful feeling of that powerful tool plunging into her depths again and again. She loved how large it was compared to herself. She loved its shape. She loved its texture. And she /really/ loved its thick knot. However, the sensation of the dragon spilling her seed inside her was beyond compare.

Reyori eventually lost count of how many times the dragon took her. The vulpera was so overwhelmed that time seemed to stop. The world around them gradually faded out of her consciousness, with the dragon claiming ownership of her entire reality. That is, until the servant arrived.

Reyori was dragged back to reality, out of her euphoria of being claimed by this evil goddess of a dragon. When the servant asked of her condition, of her consent, she nodded. She nodded with a fierce determination. She wanted it to be clear so that there would be no misunderstandings or delay. So desperately she wanted back to that state of euphoric delirium. And once she got it, she nearly purred out... until things finally went completely black.

When Reyori awakes she finds herself in an unfamiliar bed. Initially she's struck with confusion. Was last night just a dream? She takes a moment to look around the room, gauging if it is safe or not. When her eyes settle on that freshly cooked meal she gives it a sniff before slowly rising out of the bed. When those covers are pulled away she gasps in surprise! Her belly was /glowing/! While she didn't look nearly as round as she had last night, with it looking /almost/ completely normal, that glow remained. The memories of the previous night rush back to her and she just /blushes/, so much so that her /ears/ glow just as brightly as her belly!

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"Now you'll want to eat that in a hurry~" Onyxia's voice cuts through the daze, and its like Reyori was never alone. The dragoness presses up behind her in bed, breasts agaisnt the vulpera's back, her voice a low purr. "Vulpera cuisine, it turns out, is piping hot, and best taken that way. I had my chef offer their personal assurance that was the case, and so I kept it waiting until your eyes opened~" She smiled, and an arm wraps around Reyori's waist, and a wide hand squeezes that belly. "Or were you admiring the first of my tokens of affection?" She nips at those ears, teeth pressing against the embaressed girl.

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Reyori freezes like a deer caught in headlights the moment she hears that voice. Her entire body goes rigid and her ears stiffen when she feels those breasts against her back, and visibly shivers at the low purr in her tone. At first she isn't sure how she should respond. She certainly doesn't feel as if she's in any danger, especially now that she's carrying this woman's children. However, that doesn't mean she isn't on edge. She gives a little jump and squeak at the squeeze to her belly, and shivers once more as Onyxia nips at her ears, each one twitching in turn beneath the dragon's teeth. "Mmnf.. T-the first?" she murmurs as she lowers her hand to rest upon Onyxia's, giving it a gentle little squeeze as it rests atop her belly. For the moment it seems as if that meal has been entirely forgotten, for what mouse would think of cheese while in the paws of a cat?

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"Indeed, I have a second that I was waiting your permission for~" *She teases around, and rolls Reyori over-she doesn't ask permission, or await to be told, just... takes her by the shoulder and rotates her until she's on her back. "You see, you are bearing my children now, and you're an adventurer. I'm not /so/ removed from mortal affairs that I don't know the risk you undergo. So... with your permission, I was going to offer you a mark of protection. Anyone that sees it will know that its mine... and it will offer a small but substantial bit of protection magic. You're an artificer? Protecting your teammates by risking your body and lifes work?"

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Reyori squeaks as she's suddenly rolled over onto her back. She blushes even brighter as Onyxia mentions her renewed motherhood. Both of her hands slide down to her belly and gently caress over it. It's a display of affection toward the life growing within her that the vulpera may not even realize, but Onyxia will likely take note.

Reyori gives a nod as Onyxia continues, and then nods once more in response to her question. "Yes, Lady Onyxia. I'm an artificer, so I am often at the forefront of any conflict to protect my allies," she responds. Though she's still quite meek in the face of such a powerful creature as Onyxia, she perks up a bit at discussing her craft; clearly proud her of accomplishments and skills! "W-would such protection work alongside the magic of my armor? I-it's important to know, s-so that I would know if I should a-alter the enchantments on my current equipment."

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Onyxia smiles softly. "I thought of that. Artificers are so clever. So smart. They do everything themselves with their own power." She pauses, and gives a laugh. "I don't mean to sound sarcastic. Its just... well, I'm aware of the complications. So..." She strokes over Reyori's neck, finger tracing small circles. "I wasn't going to offer an additional enchantment you'd have to work around, or some augment that might interfere. I was going to inscribe my name on your armor-and you would have access to draconic magic to help shape it as you see fit~" Not a stand alone enchantment-but a power source reyori could /decide/ how to use.

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Reyori gives a slight smile as Onyxia speaks such praise about her profession, and quickly shakes her head when she clarifies her stance. "I didn't interpret you as being sarcastic, Lady Onyxia," she responds before cooing softly and leaning into the stroke along her neck. "Mmn.. I-I should apologize for suggesting that you wouldn't have thought of that. I am so used to my allies being unfamiliar with my arts that I jumped to a conclusion."

When Onyxia explains her enchantment, the vulpera's eyes widen and that blush returns with a vengeance. "Y-your name..?" she murmurs out as she reaches toward her necklace. "I-I would carry your name on my armor?" This is far beyond what Onyxia had said last night! She'd suggested just adding her name below Treya's own, on her ring! Would it really be alright for her to accept such an offer?

A hand reaches down to settle on her belly, gently caressing over it once more as she considers the life already growing within it. This dragon had already done much, much more than simply adding her name to that ring. And Reyori /did/ have a responsibility to protect her young. "..I accept your mark."

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A smile, and a kiss. "Power is in names. And power is to be used." She smiles, though frankly... Reyori misremembers. Onyxia had said she was going to inscribe her name on Reyori's /heart/, right below Treya's. And she meant it. Though... she was probably going to make sure that her name was writ /large/ in any case.

"Do you have the armor with you now?" She asks, as though she didn't already know. As though she wasn't familiar enough with an Artificers arts to know exactly how one might make sure to always have their armor close even if it was at a party or an event such as this. She smiles, and leans in, giving a kiss to Reyori's ear. "If you are going to leave my bed, I need to make sure my progeny are safe~" Her hand gropes that stomach again, lingering.

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Reyori coos into that kiss and rises up when Onyxia pulls away to speak, trying to prolong the feel of their lips connected together for as long as she can manage. When she speaks the vulpera nods in response and returns her smile. Last night was nothing short of a tempestuous whirlwind for the little vulpera, and with her memories blending together there are surely some areas that she's likely to misremember. As such, she may not even fully realize the implications of agreeing to such an offer~.

When Onyxia mentions her armor Reyori reaches to that necklace and unfastens it. It's a bit odd for her to remove that armor while not sitting at her workbench, as she wears it at all times. However, while in Onyxia's presence she feels... safe. Though that feeling may not stem from any love the dragon may hold for her, Reyori feels that Onyxia at least views her as some level of valuable. Why else would she give her such an honor as carrying her young?

The vulpera blushes lightly as Onyxia gropes over her stomach, breathing out a soft little coo as she presses into that touch. She then reaches up and offers her necklace. "H-here, Lady Onyxia. This necklace is the core of my arcane armor. D-do with it as you wish, m-my lady."

The necklace itself is ornate in design, though it only by the standards of adventurers. It pales in comparison to something Onyxia might wear! Inlaid in the center is an arcane gemstone, which is what serves as the /actual/ core of the armor, with the necklace itself acting purely as a vessel to help channel the arcane energies.

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Onyxia takes the necklace, and purrs. "Oh, how /very/ clever! You have it all contained here~" She lays it down, and gives a smile. "I knew this was magical, but to think its your entire armor~" She lifts a finger, and... starts to draw. Her finger tracing over it, and... the whole necklace changes. Gets a little thicker. A little heavier. Better to hold the magics she's pouring into it. It thickens, becoming a proper gorget - a thick metal collar that twists and changes. A collar, furred on the inside, with a single line at the top, and multiple... well, it looks like stylized metal brambles. It could be seen as decorative, just a neat bit of jewelry... except for the center. A dragons name in the possessive. 'Onyxia's'. Underlined, with a pair of hearts on either side. Onyxia smiles, and pulls her hand away, handing the jewelry-turned-jeweled collar back. "What do you think?"

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Reyori leans up slightly as Onyxia takes her necklace, then sits upright when she starts working. The vulpera watches as the dragon works her magic, her eyes widening in surprise as the necklace starts to change shape! She'd expected some sort of small change, but this was far beyond anything she'd ever imagined! The awe the vulpera is experiencing is clear as day upon her face, though there also seems to be a hint of excitement. When the dragon's name appears, underlined with a pair of hearts on either side, the vulpera just /blushes/. That blush deepens when Onyxia returns it to her and she has it in her hands.

Reyori takes a moment to study her necklace-turned-jeweled collar. She gauges the weight, the shape, the texture, and then gently glides her fingers over the engraved hearts and letters. She visibly shivers as she caresses over Onyxia's name, breathing out a sweet little coo of affection. She then promptly places it right where it belongs, shifting it around slightly to find the most comfortable position, while also proudly putting Onyxia's name on display. "It's beyond anything I'd imagined, my love~" she murmurs, only for her cheeks and ears to burn /brightly/ once she realizes what she's said. She'd intended to say 'my lady'! And yet, she found herself once again simply blurting out something far more earnest than she'd intended.

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Its the honesty aura, once again, to blame, Though Onyxia is already capitalizing on that, moving close and gently pinning the vulpera under her. Looming high as she gives a smile. "Don't even think of regretting that~ You wouldn't have said it if you hadn't have meant it~" She smiles, and moves down to rub her cheeks softly against Reyori's - a vulperan motherly bit of affection. Or would be motherly if not for the fact that Reyori was still very much recovering from being fucked into oblivion. "Now, are you going to eat, or am I going to have to punish you for neglecting to have a proper breakfast?"

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Reyori squeaks out in surprise when Onyxia moves close and pins her against the bed, squirming slightly beneath her as she looks up into that smile. Her words elicit a shiver from the small fox, though Reyori can't resist cooing softly in delight at the motherly gesture of affection. Her eyes half-lid as she presses her check back against Onyxia's own, nuzzling gently against her imposing lover. It's true that Reyori is still recovering from being fucked the previous night; she's still sore and probably wont be able to walk straight for several days.

When Onyxia speaks the vulpera leans up to steal a kiss from her lips, purring softly into the gentle connection as she gazes up into the eyes of her lover. "Are your punishments similar to Treya's, my love?" she murmurs, having decided to just /embrace/ that slip and accept it as her new reality.

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"They're nothing alike." Onyxia states, with full honesty in that. She leans in, and her breath is hot against Reyori's ears. Full of anticipation and buildup-her breasts dragging over the Vulpera's, her hands still on her shoulders as she lays pinned against her. Emphaiszing the sheer difference in size between them.

"She left before I could begin to teach her some of the really /fun/ punishments." Her voice drips with wicked, erotic malice~

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A shiver runs along Reyori's spine as Onyxia's breath washes over her ears. Said ears twitch beneath her breath, as the fox they're attached to arches her back slightly to press her chest against Onyxia's own, as her lover's presses down and drags against her. Despite how quickly Reyori had fallen for her, there was still so much about Onyxia that she didn't know, and so much about her that she wanted to explore. So much that she wanted to appreciate.

That wicked, erotic malice in the dragon's words causes the vulpera to tremble. It was imposing. It was terrifying. And yet, it was also /thrilling/. "I-I can scarcely imagine what sort of punishments she's yet to learn.."

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"Oh, Treya was a good student. The finest I've ever had. But... she was, and remains... only a student." Her eyes glint, and she pulls back, reaching for the breakfast platter. "But consider it this way. I take it that Treya gave you a child already, yes?" Its more a statement then a question, and she takes a forkful of the thinkly sliced meat, moving to press it to Reyori's lips-feeding her as she smiles. "Eat your breakfast. Or else how are you going to have enough energy for twins?" Because, simply... anything Treya can do, Onyxia will do better.

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As Onyxia pulls back Reyori rises up into a sitting position again. It takes a moment for the vulpera to settle down; there are few things more exciting than being pinned beneath your draconic lover. When she asks her question Reyori nods. "Yes, Treya gave me a child when our relationship began... Just as her mentor has done..." she murmurs, then leans forward to take a bite of that sliced meat. "Mmn.. Your chef deserves praise. Even slightly cooled, this tastes just as wonderful as my own mother's cooking when I was a child~" The mention of twins elicits a slight blush, and her hand drifts down to her belly to gently caress over it.

After a moment, Reyori peers up to Onyxia with a curious glance. "If I recall what you said last night, you said that your brood would get larger each time you claimed me. Doesn't that mean I should have more than just twins, now?"

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"Ah, you are unaware of a dragons physiology." Onyxia smiles, and goes to get another forkful of food, moving to press it to Reyori's lips. "Understandable, it is not what one would consider common knowledge. You are going to give birth, as it stands, to nearly a dozen eggs." She says the statement matter of factly, as though that was just to be expected. "But the majority are going to be inert. Dragons are potent, but to make a dragon young is no trifling matter. I suspect two of those eggs currently will be... well, actually viable to hatch."

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Reyori eagerly takes another bite, that onrush of flavor from her initial bite reminding her mind just how much energy she'd burned the previous night. She's /famished/. That said, she does nearly choke when Onyxia mentions the sheer number of eggs she's carrying! Her ears actually droop a bit at the notion of some of them being inert, but soon perk up a bit at the notion of at least two of them being viable to hatch. She then caresses over her belly once more with a soft coo. "Mmm.. My beloved's twins..." she murmurs out softly.

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"Exactly~" The dragon smiles, and sits back. "you should feel proud~ Even with as potent as a dragons cum is, that is far from a guarantee. Many I lay with carry only inert eggs, that will only grow into kobolds. You must be a broodmother in the making~" Its a slight flirtation, which is why that doesn't ping her honesty aura-it would be unfortunate if that prevented her from being able to tease others!

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Reyori perks up a bit at what 'inert' actually means, then just blushes /fiercely/ at the notion of being called a broodmother. She squirms a bit on the bed, then rises up and moves to nestle against Onyxia's larger frame, nuzzling into her chest and cooing softly. "I-is that what you intend for me, my love? To be your broodmother~?" she murmurs out as she nuzzles her snout between her lover's breasts.

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"No." The answer comes quick enough-Onyxia makes it a point to be very upfront with the treasures that she intends to keep, leaning in and feeding Reyori another bit of breakfast. "My intent for you, is to let you be an adventurer. Let you continue to go out. I've learend a thing or two about trying to keep a hero in one place." She smiles, indulgently. "But if you wish to talk about giving up that life to become my broodmother.... I am quite open to the discussion. You could bear me /many/ children..."

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Onyxia's quick response isn't all that surprising to Reyori. She knew that Onyxia had greater plans for her than just being a simple broodmother. It was mostly a way for the vulpera to try to tease her new lover, who has so expertly teased her since they've met.

Reyori gladly accepts that next bite of breakfast, then nods as her lover speaks. The notion of /actually/ being a broodmother does elicit a faint blush, but she quickly shakes her head. "I-I'd prefer to keep playing my role as an adventurer. There are still many places I haven't seen, and things I wish to experience," she responds as she leans in for another affectionate nuzzle. "T-though... I-I'm not opposed to the idea of having more children.. A-at least during downtime!"

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"Oh, you don't have downtime anymore~" The dragon purrs, and moves in. Looming. She's so... wicked. Powerful. Overwhelming. "When you aren't adventuring... you are /mine/~" She spells it out with great distinction-another contrast between her and Treya. Treya had never been possessive. She was if anything was the exact opposite of that-she was openminded and open hearted to the extreme. But the dragon gives a purr, and moves over, liiiicking over the vulpera's neck. "But don't worry. I'm not a jealous type-I can let you do things other than be mine during our break time... but I just want to make it clear, thats my time I'm /allowing/ you~"

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Reyori's eyes widen as Onyxia purrs and the mood suddenly shifts. Her gaze slowly lifts as her draconic lover looms over her, and the vulpera suddenly feels the stark contrast in their size once more. She truly was insignificant when compared to someone as majestic as this dragoness, and yet this dragoness still desired /her/. She visibly shivers when Onyxia puts emphasis on who she belongs to, and she reaches up to caress over her mistress' letters etched into her collar. Reyori's eyes widen a little further when Onyxia leans in close, then arches and groans out softly as she licks over her neck. Her eyes-half lid as Onyxia speaks, and she gives a slow nod in response. "Y-yes, L-Lady Onyxia.." she murmurs. With her tone, it's likely clear that she's still not quite sure how to refer to her new lover.

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The dragon smiles, moving down and smiling more firmly against her lovers neck. Holding there for a long moment, breathing in, feeling how her lover squirms, her mouth parting as she speaks directly against her. "Good girl. Thats what I wanted to hear~" She's going to leave the vulperea in suspense a bit on what title to call her by-she doesn't want to pick that yet. She is enjoying the slight uncertainty in her voice, the way she softly trembles how she stammers and squirms. She pulls back, and gives a little breath, blowing over her fur. "Now, eat the rest of your breakfast. I'm going to send a missive to let Treya know where you are-even as carefree as that girl is, I'm sure she's wanting to know where you are now~"

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Reyori seizes up when Onyxia just presses against her neck. She can feel her draconic lover breathing. She can feel her speaking. Every subtle motion, every vibration through her vocal chords causes the vulpera to tremble in a mixture of excitement, uncertainty, and trepidation. She was on the edge of a knife; at any moment her lover could pounce and lay claim to her once more, and she'd be incapable of stopping her. She wouldn't /want/ to stop her!

When Onyxia pulls back Reyori glances up, then /shivers/ as her lover's breath washes over her fur. When she speaks the vulpera nearly slumps over as she starts to relax from being kept on edge for so long. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until she felt how her lungs ached. A sharp intake of breath, followed by a slow exhale helps to calm her frayed nerves, and she gives a nod as she starts to move toward her breakfast. That is, until Onyxia mentions informing Treya of where she is.

Reyori freezes in place as her eyes widen in shock. Treya! How is she going to explain all of this to her? Not only is she carrying Onyxia's children, the children of her /mentor/, but... she now wears her mentor's name in a location that's even more visible than the ring on her finger!

For a moment Reyori considers voicing a protest against informing Treya. However, such notions fade before so much as a word leaves her lips. It isn't her decision to make anymore, is it? Those letters adorning her neck make that abundantly clear. So, instead the vulpera just... devotes herself to eating her breakfast.