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The sorceress pauses as she sits upon her captive's cock, blinking a moment before the realization dawns upon her face like a sloppy wet slime drenches itself over her. She chuckles and presses her hands upon him, and she pushes herself slowly upward. "I, uh, gotta get going, I think. Much to do in the evil lair and dark machinations and all that, you know?"

"I've been waiting a long time," the captive dragon says, a growl in his voice as the smile on his face creeps up along his maw. "For that magic in your pathetic little ring to finally wear out."

"Wear out!? Ha, as if! I'm tired and need a rest after a long day and, aaiiyep!"

With a concentrated manly effort, the dragon tenses up all his muscles and expands, ripping his arms in two different directions and shattering the chains holding him to the wall. An errant link smacks the sorceress in the head, making her stumble back a moment, and that bit of a distraction is enough for the sorcerer.

He hops up, throwing her down to the floor onto her shoulders, and grabs onto her legs, lifting them up over his shoulders. He squats in front of her, newly free and renewed, a malicious gleam in his eye as he stares down at her body, so fit and beautiful.

"You've held me for years, you bitch! Now, I'm going to RUIN you!"

"N-no-now, it's just a game, a joke, a k-kink, no need to get hasty and, eeaaah!?"

His cock plunges into the dragoness, delving deeper into her than it had ever done before. This time, he fucks of his own volition and not because she uses him as a pole for her to play on.

Her tits bounce, and her shoulders grind into the ground as she throws her head back, gritting her teeth and drooling with the sheer decadent might of his big fat cock filling her up. She reaches up towards him and grabs his side, trying to push him away. "N...n nuuuh...." She protests, but there's nothing that will deter him now. The feeling of her moist womanhood around his shaft is satisfaction personified, even though he's felt it. Invading her, taking her, claiming her. This is what he truly wanted after all these years.

And she's invaded, claimed, compromised, fucked deeper than she'd ever want. "Pu... puleasshe!" the evil sorceress claims, holding a hand out toward him, channeling magic as mightily as she can with her mind becoming addled by the mating desire that flows through her now, "please don't cu... cuuum in... muh... aahaa!"

He leans in and nips at her neck, his growl louder, his possession much more potent as he rocks his hips deep into her, slapping and connecting to her. Hence, he's balls fucking deep into her, penetrating into the deepest recesses, right where he can deposit his sperm.

Her whole world goes white as she screams, feeling the warm goo shoot out like white-hot flames inside of her, coating her insides, filling her up, and destroying the sanctity of her childless womb, sending millions of tiny proto-dragon cells deep inside to her burgeoning egg.

The dragon gives her a few more thrusts. They are weak compared to his mounting pleasure from before, followed by soft and tired grunts with each of them before he pulls out, his cock still oozing onto the floor, staining it white with the runoff that comes out of her snatch. He drops her and stumbles to his feet, rolling his shoulders and snorting.

The sorceress lays there, feeling the warmth in her body, moving her hands down to her stomach and groaning. "Muh... my po... potion...?"

She screams, arching her back as a feeling jolts through her body. Suddenly, the swirling mixture of baby batter within her bubbles and churns within her. Her perky tits swell and sag against her body, her hips spread wide. Her perfectly preserved abdominals disintegrate, wholly replaced with the full and round belly of a mother nearly expecting her newest baby, her navel popping out. She clutches onto herself, tears rolling down her eyes as she finds herself very close to the time of laying eggs.

"Wuh... what's wrong?" she asks herself as something stirs inside her, kicking and bumping against her. "What's... what's this!?"

He chuckles, cracking his knuckles. "What's the matter? I thought you were some kind of genius sorceress. The women of my clan give live birth, didn't you know? Tch, wallow in the trap you put yourself in," he says, spitting next to her. "You chose to play with fire; you've only yourself to blame for getting burned."

"Live... birth...?" she groans, rubbing her stomach.

"Yeah. No easy eggs for you. Looks like you got all nice and fecund, didn't ya?" he says, squatting beside her, licking his lips. "Look at you, all swollen and delightful. Fuck, if I didn't hate ya, I'd fall in love." He reaches down, placing a hand on her cheek. He then slides it down over her body, one sensitive breast, and that kicking and squirming stomach. "And it looks like your potion made this one almost ready to pop out.

"Don't... don't you dare put a hand on me. You took my body and my beauty and made me a freak!"

He tuts her, tapping the side of the stomach, where the little one kicks. "Heh, seems our kid likes me."

She bites her lip, looking downward, but unable to pick herself up. The sudden transformation is so sore and so strange.

The sorcerer leans over her, growling as he smiles down at her. "Now that I got you right where I want you, I might as well enjoy the spoils, right? You'll have plenty of time to get used to this, but you'll need to learn how to deal with all this milk!"