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The Queen's lay? The three words were the only thing to linger in Umbra's mind as she was awkwardly fitted into a somewhat presentable appearance by the master's Curseling servants. I never thought I'd be here to see it!

That was the second revelation to anchor itself firmly within her head. No sooner had Stygian awkwardly burst into the room and stammered the news, had the master shooed him out. Crytrauv didn't really seem like a father in a rush, even if his first heirs could arrive at any time. She half expected him to have dashed to the royal hatchery right away, unceremoniously dragging her with him, his knot still tying them. Yet it had been almost half an hour since the news. No sooner had he pulled out, was he too getting dressed, adorning a robe similar to that he often wore with the Queen.

No matter what, she couldn't take her eyes off him, his lean form, and strong muscles. The cloak at least left those within view, as well as his sheath, still wet with her cum. She was glad that the stuffing he'd just offered held her dripping arousal at bay. At least until the sticky beads of the stuff she could feel slipping from her slit dribbled to the floor below her rump. She was packed full, her tummy taut. A healer could press her gut and assume she was in the very early stages of pregnancy already, and yet still she wanted more.

He forgets me within seconds, after calling me his queen? She'd had no idea she could be spiteful in such a way, that she could actually feel jealousy for a male, rather than the throne? I thought he was just a ticket to the throne, where has this bitterness spawned from?

She debated the topic with herself, the two sides of her mind like rabid wolves going at each other's throats, where there had once been a calm, logical tranquility. She really wondered what the master had planned, looking more like he were about to fuck the queen at court, rather than see her eggs delivered to him. It wasn't even like he would see the hatchlings for some time anyway. While dragon pregnancies were very long, the time for the eggs to hatch was equally so.

Age-old dragonesses do not come quickly. She thought, only to remind herself that cumming for him another way was far more preferable. _So why does he not care to go again? Let the healers and Curselings handle the Queen, lay is boring, sex is better. _

She really hoped she wouldn't come to regret those words one day, the idea she would be the one stuffed with his eggs and he not be there to help her lay was a sour one. If only so she could please him with the first sight of his heir's ebony eggshells.

Not to mention scream his name through the pain of labor. The far more cynical side of her mind retorted, seeming disconnected with its burial under the smuttiness to spawn from his blackmail. He threatens to tell the Queen, and you're suddenly the one wrapped around his finger, when did you become so weak?

The internal struggle persisted as the Curselings tugged and yanked at her flanks, drawing her harness tight, before masking many of the straps, rains, and belts with a dark red dress. It looked remarkably like the one her master now wore, only where he was free to shed the gown, she was bound in it like a suit of armor, so none may see her features save him when the time came. That at least helped her maintain the fire in her chest, the one that had bloomed the moment he had referred to her as his queen, rather than Narcissa. She would cease the pedestal she wanted, even if she had to set aside her pride to do it.

Not like it makes any difference, he was quite content letting Narcissa run things, all he wanted was heirs and a good fucking. She recalled, as he looked himself over in the mirror, silvery-white tail sweeping behind him as he ran a hand down his side. He bears a dragonesse's elegance, yet boasts the fury of a dragon.

For a second, she swore he caught her looking at him, most notably his rump. Her face in the mirror lingered like a startled deer just below his shoulder, and his coy glance to the side made it all too clear he liked the attention. At least until her focus snapped away, and she set about averting her eyes to anywhere but his robed haunches.

Of course, that was the moment he turned to face her, the front of his robes parted slightly, his lean muscles masked by the shade, rippling like a calm silver wind on a midnight lake. His claws tapped on the floor like pins as he strode over, walking with the glow and grandeur of a fox who'd just fucked a dragoness silly, while retaining his snowy grace.

"I see your eyes linger on me, as mine do on many of your kind?" he asked, dismissing the Curselings with a nod of his head and a casual grunt. "Another oddity of a courtship so early in its bloom."

Her thoughts came up short, stammering internally as much as she did outwardly, muzzle quivering as her throat felt like it were stuffed with steely cotton. While she was stunned, he drifted over, running a hand over her head, down her neck, and between her wings, pinching her harness. Under all the glamor and grandeur of her appearance, she was still tightly tied. Utterly at his mercy, and the whole idea made her shudder horns to tail with anticipation.

What does he plan to do with me? Surely he does plan to have me follow him? That had been her assumption ever since Stygian had burst in with news about the Queen, but now, with how she and he were dressed, she'd no idea. How can he be so hard to read!?

"I can see it. No, I can almost smell it, it's the same aura you radiated when first treading foot in this chamber," he told her, taking a deep breath. "Yet it betrays you still, you know not what to make of things, now you have no options but pure loyalty to me."

"A-and that scent, that aura, what is it, my master?" she asked, finally finding her voice as she glanced at him timidly.

"It is ambition, even now you wonder what I am going to do with you. You know you are mine, but not what that means at this moment." He took a step away from her, letting his hand slip like water from her back as it wafted behind him. "You know not where you stand when I am now to see to my Queen. At least, the one they all see as my Queen."

"But the Queen is in lay, what is there to see?" she asked, taking a step forward, before shrinking back as she realized how bold that was. "Forgive me, master, I am unworthy of questioning your decisions."

Despite everything, he smirked ear to ear at her outburst. Looking away dismissively; he ran a hand over his chest, speaking very formally as he added.

"We both know what you want. We both know the current Queen is now very much at the god's mercy, but I do not plan to waste her predicament." She cocked her head, dress, and harness jingling like windchimes as she stepped towards him.

"Forgive me, master, but I don't understand," she asked, far more curious than intimidated by what he might be suggesting.

"My queen needs tending too, you will see." He moved to the door, as swift and silent as falling snow in a blizzard, he pressed a hand on the handle. "For you will watch, she will know who saw her, and you will know what you are to do when it is your turn to do as she does."

And that is? She didn't openly ask the question, but as he opened the door, retrieving a set of reins from the guards outside, she knew she was about to find out.

*

The muffled roars of a dragoness mid lay could be heard from several doors down as Umbra was paraded like a hound towards the Queen's chamber. Despite the submissive position, she did her best to stand tall and proud, happy to be the one at her master's side as many ebon-scaled heads poked free of the doors on either side of them. Many dragonesses close to lay undoubtedly looking to see what was causing so much commotion, only to sink away at the sight of their master and his guards.

They must think I am either his prisoner or his favored? She thought, hoping it was the latter, even if her appearance may have suggested the contrary. What do I care about them anyway? I know where I stand, I hope.

The debate of whether or not that did indeed matter, seemed to be as far from current affairs as possible. She realized that the moment they came upon the Queen's nest chamber doors, finding Stygian pacing back and forth. The steward seemed to be an utter mess, babbling inaudibly, while his wings ruffled, fur rugs rafted, and gems chimed like falling stars. His claws tapped on the polished marble floor, while smoke huffed from his nostrils, adding to the acrid scent coming from the door. Yet all of his jittering stopped the second he saw Crytrauv. At that moment he suddenly stood up so straight it was almost hard to distinguish between him and the looming gargoyles outside the towering windows.

"M-My lord, how happy I am you're finally here," the ratty male dragon stammered, jewelry gleaming as his pearly white teeth flashed in a sly smile. "I am happy to say that everything is going as planned and..."

"How is she?" The master cut him off sternly, his face as cold a mask as the snowy lands he surely hailed from as Stygian's wings dropped and he added swiftly.

"She is doing well, the Queen is a strong dragoness, she will fight until every last egg is free of her womb, I'm sure," he assured, yet the master smirked.

"Good, so no egg is yet free?" he asked, and Stygian nodded once, reaffirming that they could take time now the Queen's water had broken. "Good, then wait here, my consort and I will proceed."

Umbra's heart fluttered at the word consort, while Crytrauv nodded forward once. With a low bow, Stygian swept aside, allowing the master to make his way inward, dragging Umbra at his side. The first thing to hit the younger dragoness aside from the smell of smoke, was just how calm the place was for all the bestial snarling and hissing. So much so, it took her a moment to locate the Queen, having never seen the royal nest chamber herself before. It was a grand room, large and glamorous. But not nearly as large as Narcissa, ripe with her master's coming brood.

"I have waited a long time for this," he muttered, looking at Umbra in a way she was sure indicated that was meant only for her before he strode forward and called to the court of healers. "I see the day of my Queen's lay has come, and she is doing a masterful job of it."

The array of medical Curselings and dragons set about assisting the Queen all backed away. Many muttered, some in admiration, others in confusion. Yet the pregnant dragoness herself looked anything but enthusiastic about the eggs trying to push free of her ripe slit. She huffed, growled, grunted, and snarled, while Umbra did her best to stay by the master's side.

"W-what took you so long, master?" the Queen finally forced through her exertions, words troubled as another contraction seemed to roll through her. Her limbs shuddered, hips quivering as her tail coiled and wings ruffled. "My water broke hours ago!?"

"I come to finally relieve you, my Queen," he purred, not the faintest hint of fear for one having been growled at by an angry dragoness.

That scorn seemed reserved for Umbra as Narcissa shot her a death glare that could scour the sun from the sky. There and then she dreaded the event that her master told the Queen of her sly conspiring, yet he made no such mention of her devious thoughts. Instead, he stole Umbra away from the Queen's sight, while another pang of labor robbed Narcissa of her words, forcing her to snarl and pant.

"My queen labors for me, I feel her pain, I feel her craving for release," the master called as he shooed away the healers, before tethering Umbra to another ring on the floor, tying her down tight like in his chamber, with a very good view of the Queen. "And what kind of benevolent king and master would I be if I left her to her struggle?"

There was another series of mutters from about the chamber, but none spoke up against him. Not as he opened his arms wide, cloak slumping to the ground at his back as he shrugged it off. Umbra did all she could not to let her eyes become focused on his tail as it swished over his silvery ass, nor the bulge of his cock as the bright red tip peaked free. She tugged at her restraints, belts, and buckles shuddering. She wanted to pounce him, fuck him in front of the laboring Queen while the penultimate phase of the process he'd started forced her to lay eggs instead. Yet she was forced to watch him strode up behind her, lifting her tail and inspecting her quivering ass as it gushed with fluids.

"What are you doing? You are no master of healing, I know that much!?" The Queen roared, yet her labor was enough of a restraint, even now his mating with her had her utterly at his whim, with not a rope or chain in sight. "You know not how to deliver eggs."

"Oh, my sweet Queen, that is where you're wrong," he purred deviously, as he ran a finger from the peak to the base of her slit, undoubtedly tickling her clit. "I have my ways."

*

Narcissa had never felt such a mix of pain and pleasure as she did in that very moment, it felt like every one of her nerves were on fire, and yet that small burst of pleasure was amplified tenfold by her labor. She could feel herself being stretched, yet not from the outside as she was used to, but from within. Her huge belly rolled and convulsed, her eggs ground like rocks, each funneled up toward her tight channel. She felt like she could pop any second, so of course, it was right then that her master threatened to take her.

She hated it, hated the fact he'd even seen fit to bring an onlooker to gawk at her, not to mention the healing staff and Stygian peering in from the door. But he was her master, and as another contraction squeezed her whole body like a glove, she could only glare at him and snarl.

"You fuck me at court, in my throne... Before all others, but is this really the time?" Her legs were forced wide, pain blooming as she felt one egg slip toward her wide slit. "By the darkness... They're coming!"

"What better time?" her master asked, poking at her slit with a cock that had hardened faster than she'd ever seen. "I must make the most of this, for it will be a long time before you are like it again!"

He's wanted this the whole time, to fuck me in lay! Her mind screamed, yet who was she to deny her master, for almost a year she had carried his brood, if orgasm could settle her pain, so be it. I'll still make sure he knows I hate it!

"My, my, you're still so tight," he observed casually, poking the tip of his cock in, very much in adversary to the eggs rapidly trying to slip out. "I imagine you will have to push very hard to be free of this burden."

"No thanks to you... Umph... Fuck!" Another contraction, muscles coiling like a spring around her tight womb, while her shuddering belly graced the floor. "Argh... There are more coming!"

"What, are my eggs too big for the mighty Queen?" he asked, leaning over to rub her swollen bulge. "Let me help you, my sweet."

With that, his cock was in, and she was sure its tip kissed the peak of her first egg. All she could do was moan and pant, exhausted before he'd even begun to thrust, not that it stopped him as his inner thighs began to clap her wet ass. Each squelch was followed by a snort, smoke huffing from her flared nostrils as her belly growled and groaned, muscles contorting harder to force the eggs free. Yet in a bitterly ironic twist, his cock had become the ultimate form of chastity, denying her the sweet release of birth, while building the blissful resilience of an orgasm.

All around she could feel the eyes of those he'd summoned to watch, their wide gazes like hot daggers against her trembling scales. The healers looked on with unspoken disdain, while the smaller dragoness he had paraded in like some prized mare appeared oddly eager, almost as close to orgasm as the Queen herself.

That little whelp is getting off on this! She thought, snarling, teeth grinding like dull blades as another contraction rippled through her belly, pressing the hard eggs together like a clenched fist. _She will not think so highly of this position when she lays herself! _

She had no idea whether her anger lingered upon the dragoness, or her master. She did her best to glare back at the fox with his cock under her birthing tail. The pains of her contractions, as a fresh wave of tight agony forced her claws to scrape at the polished floor, were as much a set of chains as the harnesses he was so fond of. Yet while she bared her teeth, eyes closed tight to bite back the pain, he only smirked. She could feel at least two eggs now, each shoving against his cock as he poked inward. She secretly begged he wouldn't knot her, she would be here for hours, stuffed up like a balloon if she couldn't get them out soon!

"You have been saving me for this moment, have you not?" she hissed as he rubbed her ass, seeming to marvel at just how wide her hips had gotten. "No other dragoness has been humiliated on her lay, have they!?"

"After all this time, you finally call it what it is?" he asked, slowing his thrust as he moved to rub her belly. "Yet I find you far more beautiful than belittled. You should be glad a male is still so taken by you, even as you remain an inch from motherhood."

What is that supposed to mean, does he offer me insults? He was crafty, she knew, she was pretty sure almost every little thing he said was at least intended as somewhat of an insult. _Every word that comes from his sly muzzle is made to belittle me, while upping his status, and here I sit, denied the ultimate of the female form by his stupid cock! _

She was reminded of the day he'd put them in there, forced into heat right in front of the council. Then the many times he'd simply walked in and stuck his cock under her tail while she did her best to run a kingdom. She'd come to think she didn't regret it, and at times she did not. Like Persephone had told her mere hours ago, the two of them craved him. Yet no sooner had that dragoness left had her water broken. She partly blamed herself, she shouldn't have had the smaller dragoness eat her dry this close to lay.

How ironic that is now! She thought, wincing hard as another contraction felt like it shoved two more eggs into her stuffed passage. _By the darkness, it feels like there's a second bulge growing between my hips... Let me lay! _

She could do no more than roar, fire spewing from her maw as the words were stolen from her yet again. All the while her master's thrusts were as casual as ever, he even rested one hand on his hip, the other on her ass as he shoved in slowly.

"My, my, you are so close, my Queen," he cooed, looking down. "I would knot you, but I fear your instincts have me outclassed. Your eggs would just push me out."

"Then let them, fiend!" Narcissa hissed, front low as she flexed her rear, pleasure really starting to bubble amidst pain.

She could feel his sleek cock on her taut clit, stretched as wide as it was, it still sent a burst of bliss throughout her, while another contraction stirred. They both grew and grew, like ripe gardens blooming within seconds before one's eyes. Her master knew it all too well, as could she see the tell-tale signs he was just as close. The minor shudders in his sly face, the quiver in his cock. It would all be over soon.

"Are you finally begging for it, my Queen?" he asked, stopping once again, if only to save himself cumming before he intended. "Beg for me to allow the life of our heirs into the world!"

"You would coax a dragoness into yapping for her own eggs like...?" Her anger was once again swallowed by a series of painful snarls and blissful moans, the contraction audibly surging through her. "Umph... By the darkness, fine... Master, I beg of you, just let me lay!"

"As you wish, my Queen," he stated simply, shoving in once, face-melting with the glow of orgasm right as he pulled out, coating her ass and slit with strings of sticky, white cum. "Oh, such a good girl...!"

"I am... Fuck!" It was apparent that the Queen didn't solely need his cock for her to come to her own climax.

She felt her pussy stretched so wide it felt as if it could rip her in two. Yet the pressure of several eggs all trying to squeeze their way over her clit sent the storm her master had already brewed into a frenzy. Her legs flared wide, her tail coiled up over her back like a cobra ready to strike. Her neck arched and her spine flexed. Planted as firmly as she could, she pushed hard, spurts of dragoness cum spitting free in the wake of her first egg's peak.

"Oh, by the darkness. I hate you!" She roared, glaring back at her master as he moved to her side, kneading her belly, while one hand stretched back to tease her strained pussy. "You did this to me!"

"As I will do to you, again and again, my Queen," he assured, before calling to one of the healers to ready a cloth to catch the eggs. "You will be with eggs again, before these ones hatch, I'm sure."

Not a moment's rest, the monster. She thought, feeling the wide rim of her egg slip free, before with a wet pop and a dull thud it was out, settling neatly in the nest of wet fabric. But who am I to deny that I want it? I want to be free and slim, ready to take his cock and enjoy it!

The second the first egg was free, the others readily followed, only one or two putting up a fight. He encouraged her with light rubs and soft coos, tending to her belly as more eggs shifted and rolled under her convulsing scales. One huge egg required some extra persuading, but by the end, she flopped to the floor. Her master at least had the decency to allow the healers to look her over, assuring him that any eggs still left in her jelly-like bump would slip out in time, she would hardly even notice.

"H-how many are there?" she asked, words hard to formulate through her exhausted panting as she curled her tail around the nest and strained to look back beyond her deflated belly.

Her master nodded for the healers to leave the things alone soon after, kneeling down to cradle her head in his wet lap before she could strain herself.

"Are they all alright?"

"There's at least a dozen, many rather large," he assured as he ran a hand over her head, and down her neck. "All are fine, I assure you, they will be moved to the hatchery soon."

"There you await to meet them, no doubt?" she asked, a smile summoned through her bitterness and pain.

"Not too soon, I hear. Your eggs could take months to hatch." Despite everything, she smirked at that, adoring the fact there were still things beyond his control, at least until he added. "All the more time to make more, my Queen."

"Of course, my master. I can think of nothing you would want more," she added, voice dry as she huffed smoke and rolled her eyes.

*

"He did what!?" Anubia exclaimed as she paced up and down the room, wings ruffling indignantly, while her claws tapped the polished marble rhythmically. "He made that much of a mockery out of the Queen, stole her own lay from her!?"

"Well, I wouldn't say stole, merely denied for a time. He wasn't about to let the event go to waste," Umbra responded as she lounged on her nest, fantasizing about the whole thing like some giddy fledgling with a crush.

"It's absurd, that's what it is!" Anubia responded, whipping around to face the smaller dragoness with a flick of her tail. "To think, he can be the one to fill us at his whim and still only let us lay when he allows it."

"I think it is rather devious, assures us all he has total power over our lives," Umbra responded, her purely innocent front reapplied in the presence of one who wouldn't see through it in an instant. "He had me there so I could see, appreciate it. I know it is what will come of my fate... Maybe sooner than later."

She glanced back at her coiled tail, recalling the blissful buzz of his cock knotted to her rump. She swore she could still feel his cooled cum dripping free, even if she prayed every drop of it was safely inside her, sparking new life.

"You're pathetic, you know that?" Anubia sneered, marching up to the bedside like the true hoity noble she was. "Though I guess this confirms it, I am the only dragoness here not to have raised my tail for him."

"Oh, but I doubt that is a reality of your making, Anubia," Umbra countered, casually inspecting a foreclaw. "I have come to meet my match in that regard, and so will you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Anubia deadpanned, face level as a windless sea, at least until her eyes narrowed. "You presume to keep secrets from me?"

She swept away, wings flaring behind her like some elegant dress as she posed tall, adding before Umbra could so much as squeak another word.

"I was the one at the Queen's court, I see everything she does, I know the inner workings of this place." Her eyes snapped back to the smaller dragoness with a sharp hiss. "I know far more than you."

"Information about every detail of the palace, I assume?" Umbra pressed, rolling over as she casually leaned back against her pillows. "Every detail save for any about the one for whom you will soon bear eggs."

"That's not true, I know he is crafty, sly. He has a fondness for belittling us. He is not overly happy when another male even lays eyes upon us, and now..." Anubia winced. "Well, now I know he has a taste for denying the lay of our eggs."

"Funny, those almost all sound like things I told you," Umbra considered, tapping the tip of her snout with a foreclaw thoughtfully. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that is why you're always here, to hear what I have to gossip about the master."

"W-what, no! I am here because this is where I nest!" Anubia countered, wings flaring in emphasis.

"Yes, the mighty dragoness forced to share a nest chamber with another, seems like a choice you'd make." Umbra could almost smell the anger radiating from Anubia, the smoky scent that streamed from her nostrils was more than telling.

Yet true to her assumptions, the larger dragoness didn't even lift a claw to her. Anubia needed her exactly as she'd said, and there was only so much denying she could do.

"You lie, you always lie, it's your thing," she huffed, marching over to her own bed. "I know all I need to know about the master."

"If you say so, it's odd for one who's never spent any time with him to say that though, if you ask me," Umbra reasoned, tapping her foreclaws together. "I guess we'll just find out when you're summoned."

"Please, spare me your indignant mockery, I am an ebon dragoness, I cannot be summoned like some mongrel whelp," Anubia declared, flopping back onto her nest with a huff. "I'll show him!"

"Funny, because I just so happen to know he plans on summoning you." Anubia's neck ground like stone as her head shifted stiffly to face Umbra, only for the smaller dragoness to shoot her a knowing look. "I thought you knew everything you needed to know?"

"Then spare me the details, tell me when I am to be summoned?" she snapped, and Umbra rolled her eyes.

Part of her considered not telling, and for a long few moments, she did just that, seeing Anubia's rage swell and swell like the eggs she would surely soon bear.

"Well, little whelp? What is it?" The larger dragoness slipped from her bed, drifting like a storm to Umbra's bedside as the smaller dragoness smirked.

"Soon, tomorrow, in fact." The mix of fury and dread on Anubia's face was priceless as the smaller of the two added deviously. "Then we will see just how all-knowing you think you are."