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Within a few days, all of Aqua’s little ones had hatched, and she couldn’t be happier.

She laid back, giggling, as their little feet padded across her smooth skin. They chirped excitedly as they tussled and played with each other, each dragon hatchling displaying its own personality. One, smaller than the rest, had taken to snoozing in the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and another gluttonous one was always latched onto her breast, and had to be coaxed off to give the others a chance to nurse.

Deep down, Aqua knew that her young wouldn’t stay forever. They were already growing so fast. But for the time being, she delighted in their soft cries, their bountiful play, and the tender touch of their mouths on her breasts.

There would be time to be a keyblade master later. For now, though, she was more than happy to serve as their mother.

She allowed the days to pass and pass again, watching her offspring slowly mature. They grew fast—before long the chicks small enough to have once fit into her hand were now the size of large cats, prowling alongside her and rubbing against her in warmth and love. Their original personalities still shone through, however—the small one still being timid and staying the closest to her, and the glutton being slightly pudgier than his peers. No matter how big they got, though, they were always hungry for milk, and their mother was more than happy to oblige.

It was about twelve days after the initial laying when she finally had to say goodbye. They were big, now, their heads coming just even with her ribs when they stood on all fours. They had all practiced the art of flying, and were growing quite good at it. Somehow, Aqua had known on waking up that day that it would be the one where she big her offspring farewell—and after laughing and nuzzling them all, she watched them fly away with more than a few tears misting her eyes.

As she wiped her cheeks clean, she quietly mused to herself. What was going on? Did she… really like being a mother to those creatures? Was she happy?

Finally forcing herself to confront her inner feelings, she was forced to admit that yes, she really was.

The next few days were spent wandering with introspection.

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Now that she was neither pregnant nor accompanied by children, the Heartless had resumed their attacks on Aqua. She dispatched them with ease, of course, but against her will, she quickly fell into despondency. This was… well, it was all there was. Wandering, fighting, sleeping—repeat ad nauseum again and again and again. There had to be more to life than this! Good food, good friends, the responsibilities of keyblade mastering, traveling the world, practicing spells, enjoying the stars…

Having sex…

Shaking her head, Aqua cleared all those thoughts from her mind, blushing. No, no, no! Didn’t she have any self-control? She was not going to go through this all again.

“Even if I never leave the Realm of Darkness,” she confirmed to herself, “I can at least bring the Heartless’s numbers down.”

Bring them down or up? her inner self mocked towards her. Because you’ve done pretty well at bolstering their ranks so far, miss mommy.

Her cheeks burned even brighter at the thought. Well, it was true that she had borne baby Heartless… but her offspring were different. They seemed brighter, more inquisitive, and less vicious—they hadn’t gone after her heart, and perhaps they would never attack anyone! When you thought of it that way, the gentle Heartless she had carried and birthed were just as important as the vicious ones she had eliminated.

That evening, she fell asleep contemplating that.

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The Realm of Darkness was a curious and unusual place, filled with strange trees, ruins, and dark waters; everywhere was a reflection of the world of light that Aqua called home. So it was no surprise that it included biomes unlike those she had seen. Gradually, she realized she was in a jungle; the air was hot and humid, and the trees were tall, their broad, frond-like leaves shading the already-gloomy ground. Glowing eyes peered at her from the underbrush, and Aqua remained on guard, wondering what types of Heartless she would encounter in this strange new land.

She didn’t have long to wait. A commotion drew her to a thicket not too far within the jungle. Peering out, she was able to spy the source of the noise: a collection of rowdy Heartless.

They were significantly different compared to others she had seen. The creatures were small and monkey-like, with dark blue fur that stopped just short of their claw-tipped limbs. The Heartless—Powerwilds, she would later call them—also possessed long tails and big round ears that stuck off their heads. Gleaming yellow eyes showed themselves from their faces, and though their other features were shadowed, Aqua knew they must have mouths—after all, they were distressed over food.

The simians were howling in despair near several broken crates. Various rinds of vegetables and fruits were scattered about, littering the ground with cores, seeds, and skins. The most common refuse left behind—and the one that the Powerwilds seemed most upset over—were yellow banana peels. They had just run out, it seemed, and were inconsolable.

How had the fruit gotten here? None of the local trees seemed capable of growing it. But then, Aqua reasoned, it probably showed up like the ruins did, like I did—transported from the light world.

Those poor Heartless! They didn’t have to eat (the Realm of Darkness allowed inner light or darkness to sustain a creature) but they clearly enjoyed it. To have nourishment taken from them! Now all they had left to devour were hearts.

Realization did not so much dawn on her as it cannoned into her. What if they were given an alternative? Her young appeared friendlier than the usual Heartless—what if these ones were given alternatives as well?

She had no food to give, though. The likelihood of more nourishment making it from the realm of light was dubious at best. However…

Glancing down at her own chest, Aqua’s breath hitched. Her nipples stood taught against the fabric, and tiny discolored patches where the tips met the cloth betrayed that she was, after all, still nursing. She had never stopped, not since her body had produced as far back as her first pregnancy… the Heartless grew faster than her body could have predicted, and she had always gotten knocked up again before it could stop.

If she offered them nourishment… could these Heartless be swayed from hunting hearts? Could she change it?

It’s worth a shot, the keyblade master reasoned. And if not… I can easily handle this lot. They were small, barely blips on the radar compared to the powerful other Heartless she had faced.

Preparing herself and summoning her keyblade just in case, she strode into the thicket.

The effect was instant. The Powerwilds turned suddenly, screeching in alarm and defiance. Some of them backed away while others seemed to be riling themselves up for a fight.

“Cool it,” Aqua said, her tone cautionary but flat—the tone, she hoped, of a displeased matriarch. She still had her keyblade summoned, but it was held down, facing the ground—a sign that she could fight, but she had no desire to.

Some of the monkeys calmed, but one or two still seemed agitated. “I said cool it,” she repeated, putting an extra edge to her voice. That did the trick—all the Powerwilds regressed into a sullen silence. The Heartless weren’t stupid—they seemed to recognize her as a genuine danger, and this group probably realized she could mop the floor with them if she so wished.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you? And upset that there’s no more food,” she said, enunciating slowly. She was still uncertain if they understood speech, but she had to hope that some part of her message would get through. “Well, I have a proposal.”

Moving slowly, so as not to alarm them, she peeled off her top and the bra underneath, revealing her breasts.

Unconstrained, they nestled against her torso, plump and inviting. Her nipples and areolae were still larger than usual, thanks to her recent pregnancies, and her breasts in general had swollen bigger than usual as well, thanks to the milk she was producing.

One was leaking a tiny dribble of milk from the nipple, the liquid pale and glistening. The Powerwilds leaned forward with interest. Delicately, Aqua traced the milk off her skin, collecting the liquid as an overlarge bead on her fingertip. She wordlessly proffered it as a gift for the Powerwilds.

They seemed uncertain, but one inquisitive monkey shuffled closer and bobbed its head at her. She felt the wet brush of a tongue against her finger—though any features beyond eyelights were still hidden by the shadows shrouding its face—and it hopped back, hooting with delight. The other Heartless responded positively, pounding their paws on the ground and thrashing their tails from side to side. Any air of apprehension had vanished.

“Here’s my offer,” Aqua said. “I let you drink from me, and then you learn that there’s other things besides hunting hearts. Be more than just single-minded predators. Okay?”

They seemed intrigued (though with the Heartless, who could tell?) and she nodded. “Alright. Well, if we’re going to do this, let’s clean up, shall we?”

With an Aero spell, she summoned a small cyclone that effortlessly tidied the rubbish from the jungle clearing, even as it spared the Powerwilds. The monkeys watched it unfold with undisguised awe.

Aqua couldn’t help but smirk. That’s right, she thought, I am Master Aqua. I have powers untold, and I’m one of the best mages of my generation. Settling with her back against a comfortable trunk, radiating easy, effortless control, she dismissed her keyblade and crooked one finger at the Powerwilds. “Come on, then,” she crooned. “Come and get it.”

They needed no other invitation. Crowding around her, two of the simians instantly latched onto her breasts. The tugging motion needed to coax the milk out seemed to come to them naturally, and Aqua leaned back with an easy sigh. Before long it was flowing, and she was content to close her eyes and radiate in the firm, regular pulling at her breasts, the sounds of their eager swallows cresting at her ears, soothing and regular like the sound of waves lapping at the shore.

Aqua exhaled, contentment and bliss slowly seeping through her like firelight.

Each Powerwild only took a few minutes to sate, and she idly waved off the full ones to give others a turn. The brief moments in between, when her nipples, wet with saliva and milk, were exposed to the air, sent icy shocks racing through her system. Her teats began standing firmer than usual, and her breathing grew shallower as a familiar heat made its way to her loins.

Oh. Well.

Meanwhile, the Powerwilds who were not drinking up her milk were crowding around her, filling the jungle with cries and pawing at her. She tried not to groan—and was only partially successful—as the sensations began building over each other: their short-furred paws coursing over her soft and pliant flesh coupled with the energetic suckling of the Powerwilds at her breasts and the contented sighing of those who had already drank from her…

“Nnnngh,” she moaned, idly slipping one hand beneath her shorts to rub at herself. She was needy—needy—and these monsters were getting her riled up again…!

An hour passed, each Powerwild having taken a turn at her breasts, with a few greedy ones coming around for seconds. By now Aqua’s skin was glistening with a mild sheen of sweat she could not exclusively blame on the humid jungle air; she had continued pleasuring herself all throughout, but all it had done was make her hornier! The other Powerwilds were watching her with undisguised interest. Some of them had sprouted small but enticing red cocks, hard and growing with arousal.

Why not? she asked herself. You’ve done it before. You can do it again. They’re clearly eager. It wouldn’t hurt.

No, it wouldn’t. In fact… it might even help.

Shooing the last Powerwild away from her chest, Aqua sat up a little straighter. “Listen,” she told the assembled monsters, “I have a… deal to make.” It took all of her will not to succumb to panting and just throwing herself at them right then and there. “I want you to never chase down a heart again. But I know that’s how you reproduce… so I’m willing to offer an alternative.” She cast off her skirts and hooked a finger under the hem of her shirts, tugging it down to reveal her flushed and needy pussy. At the sight of it, the Powerwilds grew energetic again, smacking their fists into the ground and hopping excitedly. One or two of them even grew small beads of pre on their dicks.

“I’ll give you children,” she said. “Any of you that are willing to have a go at me—I can handle all of you. But the deal is—if you reproduce through me, then no more taking hearts. This is how you make new Heartless.” She smirked. “If you think about it, it’s rather economical. A single heart can only make a single Heartless if taken… but one heart—mine—can give you a whole basket of offspring.”

Settling down again, she spread her legs, inviting them to take a look at her slick and lovely pussy. “Do we have a deal?”

After a moment’s pause, the Powerwilds moved for her—and she smiled. It looked like they did.

They had the energy of monkeys, and the forerunner grabbed both arms around her torso, angled his cock (still budding with pre) up with her hole, and pushed in without preamble. Despite its smallness compared to other Heartless dicks she had taken, Aqua still let out a small squeak at the entry—albeit one that faded into a low murmur of appreciation. The creature, bracing itself against her, hammered back and forth with all the energy it had, and she shuddered with delight.

“Good boy,” she purred, threading her fingers through its midnight blue hair—it was long but surprisingly downy. The fur on its torso brushed against her folds and tickled her clit, sending sparks of lust throughout her with every touch. “Goooooooooood boy.” Spurred on by her encouragement, the creature thrusted into her even faster, and she arched her back, sighing in bliss.

The other monkeys crowded, looked miffed that they had to wait, so she came up with a solution. Beckoning one of the Powerwilds closer with a finger, she guided its thin red rock into her outstretched hand. The creature tensed as she grasped it, and cried out when she pumped it—but did not pull away. Smirking, Aqua pumped it again, and again, moving at a slower pace than the Heartless currently fucking her blind, and delighted as the monster melted into a shuddering, orgasmic mess. She held out her other hand and soon found a third cock ready for pleasuring.

She went like that for a few minutes, back against the tree, giving the creatures pleasure while the one in her pussy railed against her, sending electric shudders of bliss down her spine. Finally, embracing the debauchery, Aqua opened her mouth, inviting a fourth cock—when one sunk in, she moaned around it, lathering it with her tongue and sucking it dutifully. The bead of pre on the Heartless’s small member tasted heavily of fruit.

The Powerwild in her left hand came first, cum spraying out the tip and coating her hand, even shooting far enough to splash her cheek. Aqua grunted in appreciation, the sound morphing to a pleasured moan as the Heartless in her mouth pushed even further down her throat. The one in her pussy came not long after, filling her up with its seed, and a warmth spread through her as she reflected that she was going to fulfill her bargain and give these creatures young.

She was doing her duty as a keyblade wielder, she reasoned. She was saving hearts in the long run by giving the Heartless alternatives, and bringing unaggressive ones into being. She would fight for the light with everything she had—her magic, her blade, her body, her womb. She would win the fight however she could.

And as she reflected on this, the monkey in her cunt slid out and another one slid in, joined by a new one in her hand, and she came, the orgasm wracking her whole body like a storm on the surface of a great star, and the sensation left her moaning around the cock in her mouth.

And as the fucking continued, a familiar sensation added itself—a mouth on her breast. One of the Powerwilds was sucking at her again.

Lost in a post-orgasmic haze, stuffed with cock and brimming with the knowledge that she was righteously giving herself to monsters, Aqua let herself collapse into a barely-conscious cloud of bliss.

And the Heartless had her all night.