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How had it come to this?

Krjn Truevale, the Warrior of Light, had been defending the bridge to Ishgard with the rest of the Crystal Braves. The viera warrior had swung her battleaxe with might, driving off the dragons. And then suddenly, a feint--she was overwhelmed--

And now she found herself in the clutches of a massive dragon, gripping her high above the wilderness, held tight and unable to move. Every flap of the beast's heavy wings sent a tremor through her body.

Krjn had no desire to plummet several hundred feet to a sure death, so she reluctantly allowed the beast to carry her far, far away, a journey that had to be dozens--no, hundreds of miles.

When the dragon finally touched down and released her, the viera slumped over, gasping for breath and rolling her sore shoulders experimentally. Her whole body ached. She took stock of her surroundings: she was in a hollow vale, with dozens of the beasts surrounding her. Many of the dragons seemed to be the sorts that the Ishgardians referred to as traitors--those of their own race who had surrendered to their dragon blood and changed shape, fighting for the enemy. But there were lumbering shadows behind: larger, more ancient beasts, the leaders of dragonkind.

Warrior of Light she might be, but even Krjn knew she had no chance to face several dozen dragons weaponless and win. The viera stood cautiously. Grey-furred rabbit ears rose from dyed-auburn hair, twitching as she scanned her environs for a chance of escape.

Enormous wingbeats sounded from behind and Krjn turned to face the newcomer. He was massive, a serpentine black monster with strong wings, wicked claws, and horns that curved downward off his face.

Nidhogg--the leader of the dragons.

The other dragons deferentially cleared room for him to touch down distressingly close to Krjn. The viera backed away a few paces despite herself.

So you are the one they call the Warrior of Light. The words were almost disconcerting to hear; he spoke in a series of archaic, strange sounds that were decidedly not the common tongue, yet which Krjn was able to mentally process and translate nonetheless. Quite a catch. He circled around her, entrapping him within his bulk. Black scales gleamed like obsidian in the light. Truthfully, I wish you were of Ishgardian blood... then you could be made one of us.

Around them, lesser dragons--once Elezen of Ishgard, humanoids not unlike Krjn's people--watched with interest, murmuring at being acknowledged.

Many of the transformed Ishgardians did so after seeing the light, as it were, Nidhogg continued. He drew closer and closer. His coiling bulk was now near enough to reach out and touch. But we have ways of forcing the transformation on prisoners--who then take inspiration from their new shape to join the proper side.

A massive claw reached out to Krjn's face and she closed her eyes, valiantly ready to face her end. But the claw did not attack; the back of it stroked her cheek with surprising gentility, a gesture sinister for its gracefulness.

But it would be a waste to cast aside such promising stock as you, Nidhogg continued. A strain of eager amusement colored his words. We can use you to add to our army a different way.

Before Krjn could ponder what he meant, the claw stroking her suddenly slashed down, catching at her clothes and ripping them to shreds. She staggered back with a distressed cry, her copper-skinned body completely vulnerable and on display, and she instinctively used her arms to cover her breasts and her womanhood.

The lesser dragons broke in a cacophony of laughter as Nidhogg turned--and Krjn's breath caught. Unfolding from a genital slit was a massive, purply cock, long and tapered and thick and ridged with spines and barbs.

Using her to add to his army... Oh gods. This is what he meant.

Her voice rising in a cry, Krjn threw herself at Nidhogg. Her axe had been left behind, but she still had her fists! The dragon tolerated a few of her blows with amusement before surging like lightning. In seconds, Krjn was pinned against the earth, snatch vulnerable and on display, and her attempts to free herself were no match for Nidhogg's strength.

Her eyes widened and her voice rose in protest as she felt the beast's cock nudge her entrance. No, this wasn't happening... this couldn't happen to her!

You should be honored, Nidhogg said. Few, dragon or human, have tasted my cock. And then he slammed into her.

Krjn's world nearly melted. Oh gods, it was... he was big, far too big! There was no way, she couldn't be expected to endure this! Her voice rose desperately, babbling out pleas for him to stop, to show mercy, but the great dragon just chuckled and slammed in even harder. Her body rocked with pleasure and pain as she had no choice but to take it; she could feel every spreading inch of Nidhogg's cock, could map out each of his spines and barbs as they bit against her inner walls.

Nidhogg was graceless in his lovemaking (if one could deign to call this 'love' making at all) but made up for it with ferocity and the sheer size of his equipment. And despite the scenario, despite everything, as time went on... Krjn found the pleasure outmaneuvering the pain.

She squealed as Nidhogg's barbs stroked the inside of her walls, felt herself blushing in shame as a moan ripped out of her mouth. Her hands scrabbled desperately against the earth, and when Nidhogg bucked so far inside of her that she felt his cock pressing against her cervix, she nearly fainted.

She clenched, despite herself, and the dragon crooned. Seems she likes it! he announced, and the others rose in a cackle of mocking laughter. Tears budded in Krjn's eyes, a blend of shame and pleasure, and she buried her head to avoid facing the dragons arrayed against her as she came, her pussy fluttering wildly.

Nidhogg rumbled with pleasure. You see? Being a broodmare is enjoyable when you just let yourself, he taunted. Now then, let's actually see it through. He slammed in, cock tensing, and Krjn nearly fainted as she felt spurts of hot dragon seed spray her insides. Nidhogg was far too potent for her small body to contain everything he had to give, and some of his seed seeped out of her. He held in for a half minute, taking deep breaths, and then abruptly hiked out of her. The absence left her rocking.

Krjn was vaguely aware of Nidhogg saying something, of the great wyrm wandering away, but she was too weak and unfocused to care. It was all she could do to fight to stay awake.

Her wandering mind snapped back to reality as she felt another presence at her hips. One of the lesser dragons was mounting her, his cock dragging against her outer lips. She raised her head weakly. Wh-what?

A catch as fertile and promising as you, came Nidhogg's taunting voice, is something not to take chances with. We'll guarantee that you breed for us, if for no reason than sheer numbers alone.

And before the viera had a chance to process this information, the dragon was inside her.

The fact that his equipment was smaller than Nidhogg's didn't mean much. He was still a dragon, and thus more formidable than anything Krjn had ever tried, plus her recent orgasm left her desperately sore and tender. She squealed and tried to get away, but the dragon almost lazily pinned her with a claw to her back. She had no choice but to take it.

He came quickly inside of her and slipped out while she was ragged and blushing, only for another to immediately take his place. No... this couldn't be. How... how many times...?

But even that despairing thought was soon fucked out of her as dragon after dragon ravaged her, squeezing a series of orgasms from her body and leaving her voice hoarse from continuous protests. After hours of fucking dozens of dragons, they finally left her alone, too weak to rise or even curl against herself. She was splayed against the ground in loose-limbed vulnerability, passing out soon after.

---

They kept at it in the days to come. None of the sessions were as involved as the first, and Nidhogg never made a reappearance, but not a day went by when Krjn did not take at least one dragon dick.

The first few weeks, she didn't even bother attempting to escape. She was too weak: jelly-limbed from continuous orgasms, her poor pussy so sore that if she rose, it was only with a wince. Her gait had reduced to a totter. She didn't bother fighting back against their assaults, knowing that she had no chance; she comforted herself by affirming that when her strength returned in a few weeks, she'd leave then.

But a few weeks passed, and another obstacle to escape presented itself: her belly.

Approximately three weeks after her initial sessions, Krjn had woken early, feeling nauseous. Knowing what that could portend, she had gazed down at her body in dread. That soft, almost invisible curve... that couldn't mean what she feared, right?

But of course it did. She'd been kidnapped to serve as breeding stock, and bred she'd been; before long, it was apparent that she was heavy with brood. The dragons reacted with excitement, many of them nosing at her still-modest bump and licking her possessively. The news sparked a renewed interest in her body, and she found herself taking more dick than before, though her new paramours were more tender and gentle than she was used to. Sometimes, afterwards, they would curl about her and nudge happily at her body.

As Krjn's pregnancy progressed, it was apparent she was carrying a clutch. The eggs were heavy, disconcertingly so, weighing her down and demanding she cradle her bulk with an arm as she moved. Sometimes, when she turned in her sleep, the sensation of them tumbling over one another in her womb woke her up with a soft cry.

Laying day came about five months into her captivity. Nidhogg himself was in attendance, the first time since her capture that she had seen him, and he watched with intrigue as she laid egg after egg. Her hard-shelled cargo spread her even wider than Nidhogg himself had, and she was left tearful and short-breathed as she grunted, trying to lay them as fast as possible. It seemed like the moment one was out of her, another settled in her birth canal, granting her no reprieve. When she was finally done, a gleaming pile of eggs, just shy of a dozen, lay before her.

The laying had exhausted her, and Krjn spent days in feverish sleep recuperating. She repeated to herself that now that she was no longer weighed down by young, she could make her escape. There was an undercurrent of uncertainty to her plans, one stronger than before; but she refused to abide by it. She was more than just an egg-making factory for these dragons. She was the Warrior of Light! She could do this!

But the moment her strength returned, the dragons were on her--and she had no choice but to take their seed, their cocks. And, of course, the inevitable happened yet again. By the time her first clutch hatched into small, chirping creatures hungry for mother's milk, she was already visibly pregnant once again.

One day, after a particularly tiring session, Krjn rested with her young. One of her hatchlings, a red-scaled thing, had crawled up her belly and now had his mouth affixed to her teat, tug-tug-tugging away, loudly gulping milk. Krjn simply endured in weariness, idly scratching the crown of his head; her babies seemed to like that.

...her babies. Oh gods, she'd avoided thinking of them as hers, but... but now it was happening. She shook her head. This was not going to become her new normal. She... she still had plans. Means of escape. She--

The hatchling shifted, the pressure causing the eggs inside of Krjn to knock about, and she groaned despite herself, the sensation dashing her thoughts. The baby dragon didn't seem to notice; he kept on drinking, churring happily. Another hatchling crawled over to affix to her free breast.

As two mouths tugged milk from her, Krjn leaned back with a weary sigh. This was... this was temporary. She told herself that, had to believe it. She would escape, and soon--perhaps as soon as this second laying was done. It, it would probably go easier than the first... maybe if she, if she pretended to be wearier than she was after the laying? Then they would not keep as sharp an eye on her? And she could escape... yes, she was sure to escape. She had to escape.

Reptilian mouths tugged at her and eggs strained against her womb, and she had to believe that this couldn't be the rest of her life.

---

Nidhogg touched down, pleased. The war was going well enough to make the cursed Ishgardians feel the squeeze, yet not so much that they stood at risk of being annihilated. He had to prolong their suffering as long as possible.

A smaller dragon came up to him, probably with a report, but a distant sound perked up the wyrm's ears. He craned his neck; half-hidden in a nook was the viera broodmare they'd picked up some time ago. She was on her knees before a lesser dragon, one hand cradling her swollen stomach, the other supporting the dragon's cock as she slurped and attended to it. She looked so pregnant that it was a surprise she could move under her own power at all.

Her young were healthy and strong; as expected of a Warrior of Light, she bred well. She was quite the valuable asset for their side.

How many clutches has she had, I wonder? Nidhogg mused aloud. His lieutenant followed his gaze, immediately understanding.

"Oh, her. Who knows at that point." The dragon released a wry laugh. "We're already in the double digits for sure, though. She's so amazingly fertile."

Nidhogg rumbled with pleasure. That was good to hear. She was being nice and productive. He hadn't sired anything with her since that first time... perhaps he would have to change that.

Ignorant of his attention, the Warrior of Light slurped and slurped away, her stomach heavy with dragon young. Truth be told, however, it had been a long, long time since Krjn had thought of herself as the Warrior of Light. After all, continually bearing dragons was hard work--and she didn't expect to stop anytime soon.