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After her child was born, Aqua spent about a week recuperating from the pregnancy and birth, caring for her offspring all the while.

The baby Heartless was energetic and rambunctious, constantly stalking into the withered trees or scrambling over stony ridges. At first, Aqua worried for it--but it always returned none the worse for wear. Eventually she realized that she had nothing to worry about. The Heartless didn't attack each other.

As her energy returned and her figure gradually slimmed to what it was, her baby grew--and fast, at that. Within only a day or two it was already standing taller and stronger. Within four or five, it reached shoulder height. By the end of the week, it towered over her--not as big as its father (not yet) but still a strong and powerful Heartless. It was growing harder to control, too, and more independent; it was prone to wandering off and not heeding her calls.

One day, a little after a week had passed, it had cozied up to her, given her a number of affectionate licks, purring all the while, and then had turned and padded away into the darkness--and had not come back.

She had been expecting as such. No Heartless could truly be controlled, not even one she had carried and bore herself, but the sensation of watching her child leave had still been more than a little bittersweet. She'd wiped a tear and kept to herself the rest of that day.

Since then, she'd resumed her wanderings in full. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for--a way out? But it was an entirely different realm of existence. A simple passage back to the world of light was unlikely, to say the least. Deep in her heart, she knew that her trekking was aimless.

If escape isn't an option, why not find a new purpose? she asked herself during those times when she rested.

Aqua avoided thoughts of what that purpose might be, though. She couldn't allow herself to go down that path. She was a keyblade master, not some monster-fucking harlot. What had happened last time was an anomaly. It wouldn't happen again.

Even if the Dark Hide's cock had felt amazing inside of her. Even if her body's arousal had peaked so intensely during her pregnancy that it felt like nirvana. Even if bearing, and caring for, that young little Heartless had filled her with maternal bliss...

She shook her head. No. No, no, no. She was treading down a dangerous path. She refused to acknowledge those devilish whispers in the back of her mind.

But sometimes, in the dark, while she kneaded milk from her breasts (for she had not stopped producing just because her child had went away; she was a human, after all, and her body assumed her baby would need it for a while) she pondered... and pondered.

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There were other things to keep her mind busy--the Heartless had renewed their pursuit of her.

She was no stranger to fighting them off, of course, and even the trickiest mobs were nowhere near as fearsome as the Dark Hide. Still, they were coming after her with renewed vitality. They seemed even more insistent on chasing her down than before... they must have really wanted to steal her heart.

Aqua's view of the things as dumb beasts had been challenged, of late, by the Dark Hide's responsiveness to her commands and by how her baby had seemed to understand when she spoke to it. But even with her reassessment of their craftiness, there were schemes she couldn't plan for.

It happened about a week and a half after her baby separated from her. She was facing down a new and unusual-looking Heartless. The thing--a Wyvern--was one she'd never encountered before. It was a large, draconic beast, colored maroon with a tan underbelly and sunset orange wings. The monster had a narrow, pointed face; long wings that ended in ragged tatters, like old cloth; a sinuous, reptilian tail; and thick, muscular legs that ended in massive, three-clawed feet.

The creature had obvious interest in her, and Aqua was on her guard. The thing looked dangerous, but it couldn't anywhere near as threatening as the Dark Hide. She could take it, but she had to wait for it to make a move first.

It wove sideways, and she circled the opposite direction, keeping the distance between them equal. It narrowed its yellow eyes, let loose a low hiss, and did so again. With careful footwork, she responded in kind--

And walked directly beneath a ledge where, unbeknownst to her, a second one was waiting.

The second Wyvern dropped on her like a falcon seizing its prey, grasping her upper arms as she yelped with shock. Her keyblade fell and vanished into the ether; the Wyvern clutching her rose with heavy wingbeats, a low rumble of satisfaction grinding out of its chest, and carried her away. The first one followed after, and there was a look of something like smugness on its face.

Kicking and shouting, Aqua struggled to free herself, but could not; without her keyblade, there was little to do. The creatures carried her to a tall crag of dark, smoky stone. A hollow near the top served as an entrance. The dragon carried her in and dropped her unceremoniously on the cavern floor.

Heart pounding, Aqua sputtered out coughs, and rose shakily. When she finally got a bead on her surroundings, her heartrate went wild with unease.

This wasn't a cavern--this was a lair. There were no fewer than four of the draconic Heartless. Each one was big--smaller than the Dark Hide had been, but bigger than a human. They crowded together between her and the entrance, and between their low churrs and rough growls, the space was filled with a low, ever-present rumble.

She watched, eyes wide, as long red cocks emerged from reptilian slits. Each one of the Wyverns was hard and horny and ready to breed.

Aqua backed away, her mind racing. She could summon her keyblade and fight them off... But, she told herself, what if that provokes them to just kill you, rather than...

Rather than what? Fuck her?

Her upbringing told her it would be just as bad, but her primal self wasn't sure. At the sight of their cocks, a low tremor of arousal had shivered through her body. It remembered the last time it was intimate with a Heartless, and knew the pleasure that had occurred.

So what! That left me pregnant with its young!

She argued with herself furiously, but the memory of her offspring had the opposite effect--more need threaded through her as her body remembered the sheer pleasure that being pregnant had brought her, and a soft, maternal undercurrent joined, urging her to consider how wonderful it had been to see her baby and to feel its mouth nursing and to watch it grow and prosper.

Gritting her teeth, Aqua shook her head, trying to banish the lascivious thoughts.

Of course, time waited for no one, and while she was busy arguing with herself, the Wyverns made their move. The closest one lunged at her with lightning speed, knocking her facedown to the lair's floor. As Aqua's breath was forced out of her, she felt the Wyvern's claws slam down--one on her arm, another on her back. They did not pierce her skin, but the intent was clear: she was pinned, now.

Well, she thought ruefully, looks like you were so busy debating that you lost your chance. Even if she summoned her keyblade, there was little to be done without mobility.

The Heartless pinning her down leaned forward and ruffled its beak-like mouth through her hair. It nipped some of it near the scalp, and pulled her head backwards. Her head rose with a grunt; the sensation wasn't terribly painful, so long as she complied.

As she panted from adrenaline, she caught sight of another Wyvern heading her way, its cock aimed directly at her waiting mouth.

"Wait," she panted out, "hold on--mmmrrrppphhh! Nnnnggggrrrpph!"

The Wyvern's cocks were long but strangely slender, almost delicate. There was definitely something serpentine about them. Her mouth had no trouble taking the Heartless's cock, and it slid into her maw without trouble. When the tip tickled the back of her mouth, she bucked her hips involuntarily, or tried to, and her eyes fluttered. She exhaled a muffled sound of protest.

But all that did was open her throat. With an appreciative murr, the dragon thrust forward even more, and before Aqua knew it, she was deep-throating Heartless cock. Her gag reflex triggered, her throat squeezing and massaging the Wyvern's member, and the creature arched its head and crooned. Aqua whimpered around it--this had not been how she expected it to go, but it felt good, so good! She moaned in pleasure, and the smug-looking creature began to fuck her throat in earnest.

Every thrust left her body shaking; she was salivating around the dragon's dick, coating it and making it slide smoother. Soon the two of them settled into a rhythm, the dragon sliding in and out with surprising smoothness, and Aqua, her eyes fluttering, bobbing her head as best she could to take even more of it. During the moments when the Wyvern ceased its thrusting, she swallowed around the dragon's member, and it wriggled and keened in pleasure.

After several minutes of deep-throating its cock, she felt it hilt forward, pushing as far in as it could, and the creature came with a cry. Seed pumped down her throat and she swallowed it dutifully, feeling it splash down into her stomach. She felt comfortingly full after it was done, and as the monster slowly slid its penis out of her mouth, she suckled at the tip as it passed through her mouth, enjoying the flavor of its cum. The taste was unlike anything she'd ever experienced; succulently sweet and mildly spicy, almost like some sort of berry. When it finally backed away, she was content to lay there, chest heaving and throat delightfully raw, gasping for breath. Her heart was racing away.

But she didn't have much time to rest. The Heartless holding her down growled and, with one of its taloned feet, began grappling at her skirt and shorts.

"W-wait," Aqua said hoarsely, "you're g-gonna ruin it, let me... just..."

The creature seemed suspicious but was content to free her hands enough to let her peel the clothing away. The moment the obstructions were gone, it pinned her again.

Aqua knew it was coming, but that didn't make it any more surprising when the tip of the creature's penis teased against her slit. She squirmed, panting and moaning from desire. Her body was shaking, both from the thorough throat-fucking she'd just been given as well as from its adamant desire that she take another Heartless cock right now.

"To hell with it," she breathed, her voice still hoarse. "If I'm gonna be here with you all, you may as well f-fuck me good..."

As if it understood her (and who was to say it didn't?) the creature pushed its way inside.

Bliss.

Aqua, still pinned under the dragon's weight, keened out a long, high note of approval. Her arousal--which had flooded her almost as soon as she realized the Wyverns' intent--now dominated her, thrumming through her body with every heartbeat. The monster's cock occupied her deepest regions, and her tunnel clenched and milked it obligingly, making the dragon coo and churr with appreciation.

It reached far in, the very tip of its cock nestling against her cervix, and held there for a while. Then it twitched as if to fuck her--but it didn't. It simply held.

Untamed desire began to flood Aqua, and she whimpered and squirmed against the monster's long and slender rod, hoping to entice it into fucking her. At least she could ride it herself.

The weight on her lifted slightly, and she passionately rolled her hips up and down, fucking herself with the creature's cock. A low burr of--was that laughter?--came from the Wyvern behind her.

The Heartless, a mere monster, had set a test of patience between itself and its captive. And the keyblade master lost.

Beyond caring, Aqua still rolled up and down, fucking herself with the dragon's dick. She bit her lower lip, her eyes fluttering, as she found a particularly pleasurable position. She swayed her hips and clenched down on it, her breath exhaling in a long sigh.

Finally having enough, the Wyvern moved to pin her again. That was its mistake--it had given Aqua too much space to move. Now she could summon her keyblade, destroy it with a spell, and then unleash her rampage against the other three, all before it had a chance to move...!

She could have. Easily. Just as she could have escaped when they'd brought her here. But she elected to allow the Wyvern pin her again. In the future, when reconsidering her actions high in this cave, she would turn over her decision from many angles. Why had she done this? Exhaustion, perhaps? Some lingering fear? Even a curious affection for the Heartless?

One solution--one which would seem obvious to most--she refused to ever consider. The notion that she wanted monster dick, that she wanted them to rut her like a bitch in heat, that she wanted her belly to swell with their young... that she could have fought them off at any point but rationalized reasons not to would invite consideration, to most, of a certain scenario: that a prim and proper keyblade master, desperate for cock and the pleasure that it brought but grappling with the desire not to 'debase' herself with beasts and monsters, found they abducted and overpowered me, there was nothing I could do to be a very convenient excuse.

Of course, regardless of the impetus behind her decision, the result remained the same: Aqua chose not to seize the opportunity to escape and the Wyvern pinned her down again. It had entertained itself enough by observing its prey pleasure herself. Now it was time to fuck her proper.

With a growl, the Wyvern brought its hips back and swung them forward.

Aqua saw sunbursts. She half-wailed, half moaned, her voice echoing about the lair as the dragon fucked her as hard as it could. Its cock was nowhere near as thick as the Dark Hide's had been, but the sheer animalistic savagery with which it pounded her pussy still drove her wild. Gasping for air, barely even able to speak, Aqua was left an incoherent mess as the Wyvern enjoyed her. Orgasm finally crashed upon her, the sensation driving her over the edge; her mind reeled and she lay on the cave, barely coherent, her mouth open and her body shaking as the dragon rutted her.

It came not soon after, its slick seed coating her walls and womb.

When it pulled out, its dick left a curious emptiness that Aqua needed to be filled. Somewhere amid the post-orgasmic haze, she wanted to plead for more.

Well, she didn't need to.

As the Wyvern finally let up off of her, and joined its brother who had fucked her mouth, the other two approached to have their fun.

Aqua didn't even register their presence until one of them, manipulating her gently with its massive claws, raised her off the cavern floor. She was limp like a doll, but they kept her positioned, more-or-less horizontal.

"Wh-whuh..." she managed to get out amidst her blissful exhaustion. She had no time for more--the creature hoisting her up positioned its cock and slid into her.

Hey eyes widened and a long whine of surprise and pleasure emerged from her--only to be cut off. The other Wyvern had taken her open mouth as an invitation.

Choking and squirming around them both, Aqua had just enough time to register that the Heartless were spitroasting her before they went to town.

Their thrusts were almost perfectly timed; when the one in her pussy pulled back, the one in her mouth surged forward, making the keyblade master deepthroat his dick. When that dragon pulled back to her mouth, the other one slammed in, hilting itself in her raw cunt.

They fucked her in perfect unison, back and forth, back and forth, each of them appreciatively growling and chuffing when they pushed in. Aqua, for her part, did nothing but enjoy the ride. She hung limply between the two of them, her limbs loose and dangling, and her mind was content to reel from the sudden double filling, sending pleasure after pleasure each time a draconic cock teased her inner walls or slid smoothly down her throat.

There was fucking beasts, and then there was this. The sheer debauchery left her both aghast and strangely giddy. She was their fucktoy. Their pet. She had taken four dragon dicks this evening, two of them at once, and she loved every minute of it.

She knew, deep in her heart, that if given another opportunity, she would not have done a single thing differently.

By the time her throat was raw and her pussy so stimulated that even a breeze would have threatened her to orgasm, she had come at least twice more, clenching around the dick in her pussy and moaning around the one on her mouth. The Heartless, with their bestial appetites, had just kept on fucking her right through it. They had needs to sate, and she wasn't done until those needs were met.

The one in her mouth finally surged forward, its dick pushing as far into her throat as it could go, and gave her its seed. She felt it slide down and join the previous batch in her belly, which now felt almost disconcertingly bloated. There was little time to reflect on it, though, as its cohort responded in kind, pumping her pussy full of slick ropes of Heartless cum.

Feeling it squirting it into her womb, a single thought managed to pierce Aqua's pleasure-addled mind: two loads of seed had made it into her womb. Oh, she was definitely going to bear some Heartless babies. The thought should have disgusted her, but she found her only emotion was acceptance--and, perhaps, more than a little giddy excitement.

When the Wyverns were finally done, they slipped out of her, and she flopped onto the floor, so thoroughly fucked that she could not have moved even if she wanted to.

Laying there, panting, Aqua could only watch as the first Heartless to fuck her approached yet again. No way... were they going to go at her again?

But the creature simply picked her up in one massive claw, and, with a departing trill to its fellows, it carried her out of the lair. They didn't fly far; it deposited her in a quiet, darkened woods not far from their mountain. She slumped back, panting, her eyes half-lidded, as cum dribbled from both her mouth and her pussy. As Aqua watched it fly away, she wondered if it and its brethren understood that she would bear their young, or if they simply had needs that had gone unfulfilled for too long.

That makes both of us, she thought wryly, and then slipped into unconsciousness.