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The following story focuses on the description of erotic acts with little backstory or plot and contains fetish material that may be offensive to some readers.

Main theme: Loss of Control Secondary themes: Dragoness, Pregnancy, Labor, Egg laying, Fisting, Squirting

CONTINUED FROM PART 2: ("We have to get my eggs first. I'll sense where they are and we can split up to get them all.")

I didn't question Katrina's ability to "sense" where her eggs were; given that she was a creature that I didn't know existed until recently, it seemed quite possible. I watched the front-heavy dragon lean forward to rise from her sitting position onto her feet, then wobble for a few moments before gaining her balance. I tried to remember how many eggs she had birthed already. Her belly was still massive and round and appeared quite firm, as if it still contained her full clutch.

"There should be five eggs out here somewhere." She coincidentally answered my question. "The closest one should be right over there." She pointed across the street and in the direction from which we had walked while awkwardly stepping out of the hole. "Let's go get that one first."

I waited for her to pass me so that I could heel beside her.

"Aaaaand... there," she stated, pointing at a white orb next to the side of a store, half hidden by the darkness of the night.

"Can I feel it?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. "You can carry that one."

I picked it up carefully with both hands. It was warm and wet and much heavier than it appeared. I surmised that its shell was very hard and thick, since Katrina didn't seem to care when each egg was launched far and fast.

"Okay, now the rest should be back this way," she informed me and began walking along the sidewalk back from where we came. "I'll let you know when I sense one nearby so you can go get it."

"Alright," I responded and joined her side. Our pace was brisk; we were essentially fleeing the scene of a crime.

"And remember, I'm still in labor, so try to avoid a certain... subject..to keep from slowing down the process. We don't have time to waste."

After her last incident, I had actually forgotten that her birthing was not nearly finished. The thought renewed my excitement.

"You shouldn't have reminded me," I said with a smile.

She mockingly sighed with regret.

As followed close behind her, I was mesmerized by her perfect figure and her sexy walk. She didn't walk like she was carrying a massive abdomen in front of her. Rather, she had a sexy sway to her hips and long strides that made her butt cheeks take turns being pushed up. From the side, I could see her large breasts bouncing on the shelf that was her belly. I wondered how it felt to her and if the feeling aroused her like watching did to me. It took much mental effort to restrain myself from touching her.

"We're getting close to two." She interrupted my thoughts. "There's one coming up on the left and one across the street on the right. You get the far one."

"Alright," I complied as I began crossing the street while keeping an eye on her sexy figure. I reached the other side of the street and saw the egg next to some steps to the entrance of a restaurant. "Found it!" I shouted back as I picked it up with my right hand, the other egg in my left.

Finished with my simple task, I turned around in time to catch Katrina attempting to bend over and pick up her egg. Her middle was clearly too big for such a motion. It pressed against the ground as she reached her arm down with her fingers just grazing the hard white shell. She was facing away from me during this action, giving me a magnificent view of her spread pussy. She straightened back up to try another approach. Turning to the side, she squatted next to the egg and picked it up with her left hand while I admired the shape of her thick right thigh that curved smoothly into her ass. I was so aroused at this point that I had to put down the eggs and undo my pants to free my rock hard shaft from its painful imprisonment.

Standing up, Katrina turned to face me and, upon seeing my naked cock, immediately excaimed, "Jake!" with an accusing tone. "Ungh," she grunted as her free hand went to her belly. "Look what you've done!" she cried.

I did up my pants with my cock in a more comfortable vertical position, picked up the eggs, and rushed to her side.

"I'm having a contraction now," she stated. "We can't have another egg right now; it's too much to carry! Not to mention the urgency of our escape!" She eyed me accusingly.

"Sorry! You're too hot!" I retorted.

She breathed in with a warm shudder and closed her legs briefly. "Not helping..." she cautioned. After pausing for a few meditative breaths, she said, "Okay, I think I can hold it in for now. Let's go quickly find those other two eggs."

Katrina resumed her unintentionally seductive gait, but with a quicker steps for greater speed. I hurried along and watched her from behind her side. I couldn't help but be persistently turned on by the immensely gravid creature, especially now knowing that she was aroused as well, albeit involuntarily.

"We're coming close to another egg," she announced. "I can sense it nearby." There was a barely detectable but definite trepidation in her voice.

While her head turned left and right as she tried to determine the location of the egg, her free right hand unconsciously began sliding over the smoothness of her inflated middle before reaching her breast. Her pace slowed as she fondled her jug and stimulated her sensitive nipple. Suddenly, some milk squirted out from a squeeze of her tit and startled her out of her trance.

"Shit. Focus," she told herself.

I wouldn't have minded if she had continued.

"It should be just up here on--ngh," she bent over with a grunt, her right hand going to the bottom of her belly, before finishing, "the left."

"Contraction?" I asked innocently.

"Yes. Don't worry about it," she replied dismissively.

She walked about twenty more steps, hand still bracing her belly, before stopping to stare at the egg on the ground. "Can you get it?" she asked me.

"My hands are already full," I reminded her, holding up the two eggs in proof.

"Right," she affirmed.

I could have offered to simply hand her one of the eggs I was holding and pick up the new egg, but I admittedly wanted to see how the dragon would handle the task.

With her back to me, she squatted next to the egg, as before, but as her motion spread her cunt slightly, a steady drip of precum formed a small puddle beneath her. The dragon succumbed to a moment of caressing her own ass and rubbing the length of her thigh a few times, obviously restraining herself from touching her loins, before quickly grabbing the egg and standing back up. The intensity of her contraction increased, causing her to hunch over.

"Oh gods... I can feel an egg moving down..." the dragon announced with worry. "When it gets closer, it's going to make me cum," she stated. "And you've seen what that does..." She looked up at me. "You need to keep it in. Keep it from coming out."

I didn't understand my imposed position of responsibility. "How am I supposed to do that?" I asked her.

"With force," she responded. "You'll put your hand inside me. As deep as you can. You should be able to feel the egg coming out of my uterus and entering my birth canal. You need to push it back in as hard as you can," she explained. "I'll try not to cum as you push."

"So... Now?" I asked, still feeling unsure.

"Wait, give me a minute," she said, holding her protruding belly with both hands.

Her affirmative implication lead me to figure that she knew the problem wasn't going away and wanted to accelerate the inevitable episode to be able to move on. From her look of concentration, I reasoned that she was trying to manifest thoughts to distract herself from the arousal brought on by her contraction.

"Oooh, okay, still contracting," she said to herself as she carefully lowered herself onto her back. Lying on the ground in a birthing position, her smooth dome of skin obstructed my view of her upper body and head. "You need to do it now," she called out somewhat quietly due to reluctance.

I kneeled beside her tail and between her bent legs, then slowly inserted my fingers into her cunt, eliciting a small jolt from the dragon. I pushed my hand in up to my wrist. The passage was incredibly lubricated and quite warm.

"Deeper," she insisted urgently. "Tell me when you can feel the egg."

I pressed on inside of her, reaching in up to half the length of my forearm before I felt a solid object with the tips of my fingers.

"I can feel it!" I yelled as I pressed my arm in deep enough to be able to push the egg with all my fingers. It didn't move at all. "It's stuck!" I shouted out.

"Push harder! The contraction is strong!" she cried out strainingly.

I went in deeper to feel around the egg. I could feel the flesh of an organ about halfway down the length of the egg. I tried pushing the egg with my palm. I felt it move in slightly.

"I think I can move it!" I hollered.

Katrina didn't respond.

With my hand on the hard orb, I noticed a stable vibration. I stop pushing to focus on the sensation. It slowly grew stronger until I could feel it with my whole arm. When it grew to a familiar intensity, I knew what was being indicated.

"Katrina, I can feel you rumbling! Don't cum yet!" I shouted.

"I'm--I won't," she muttered.

The rumbling seemed to have plateaued. Pushing the egg again, I felt it move in with my hand and back out when I reduced my strength. It didn't seem to be actually receding into the dragon's uterus; my force was merely moving it back and forth while it remained lodged in what I assumed was her cervix. I tried giving a few hard shoves in quick succession, but felt no progress; however, my action induced a clear increase in the rumbling's intensity. I grew worried, yet aroused.

"Shit!" Katrina squeaked. Her ass lifted off the ground as she tensed her legs, then fell back down. "Oh fuck..." she whined.

After her motion, I tried to push the egg as hard as I could. With the strong vibrations warning of an impending orgasm, it was hard to feel if the egg was moving. The dragon's belly expanded and shrunk with her deep breaths. Precum began to leak out of her pussy around my arm and trickle down her taint. If she could sweat, she would have been drenched by now.

"Wait, stop for a second," she requested with urgence.

I relaxed my arm inside of her and listened to her breathe loudly. After half a minute, her breathing slowed and her internal rumbling went softer. I felt the egg begin to press back against my palm.

"I have to start pushing it again; it's coming out!" I announced.

"Okay, go," she confirmed. "But try to be more steady," she added.

Heeding her request, I started pushing gently, then gradually increased my pressure. Although it was better for Katrina, this tactic made the egg impossible to budge. I braced myself with my other arm on Katrina's leg to push with more force, but I felt no movement; only the steady rumbling.

"I'm sorry, but I need to shove it faster; this is taking too long," I called out. "Just try to think of something else... like baseball!" I said, half joking.

After a pause, she responded. "Fine, go for it."

With her approval, I gently pulled my hand back until I could barely feel the egg against my palm, then powerfully thrust my hand against it. This time, I felt it undoubtedly move inward by at least an inch. I also felt Katrina's rumbling intensify like water reaching a rolling boil.

Katrina let out a soft moan, then said to herself out loud, "Baseball, baseball, baseball..."

I noticed see her butt and thigh muscles twitch a few times.

"You'll tell me when you're close--" I began to ask.

"Wait, stop!" she interrupted me hastily.

Among the intense rumbling, I felt her wet inside shift briefly, causing precum to squirt out and onto my shirt. This was a clear warning that Katrina was right on the brink of orgasm. I held my inserted arm completely still, somewhat fearful of what her climax would feel like from inside.

"Don't move, don't move," she instructed. She was very wet inside now and rumbling strongly. "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, "pull out, pull out! I think I'm gonna cum!"

"Wait, not yet!" I insisted. I didn't know if she wanted my arm out for fear of hurting me or herself, but I didn't want my progress to go to waste and the egg was almost back inside her uterus.

"I can't help it! I need to cummmm!!" she shouted desperately as she compulsively lifted her giant body off the ground with her strong legs, then let herself crash back down on her ass.

"Hold on for just one more minute!" I refused to believe that the battle had already been lost. If the loaded egg was ejected now, we would have to find and retrieve it, wherever it would end up, and figure out a way to carry it with all the others. It had to be stopped.

Katrina grunted. "Okay.....I'll try," she squeaked through sporadic breaths. "But I'm....really edging," she warned with her legs visibly twitching.

"Last chance," I told myself. I slowly retracted my hand a few inches away from the egg, then thrust in with all my might. I felt it clearly move inwards, but abruptly stop, feeling like it hit a wall.

"Oh gods!" she chirped. "Can I cum?" she squeaked as if she almost lost her voice.

"Not yet! Just one more second." I replied. I just had to push the egg in at an angle to get it around the other egg that it was contacting. But I had to do it before causing the massive dragon to unleash her built up pressure. I silently reminded myself how enormous Katrina was and, consequently, how unintentionally destructive she could be. I pushed up on the bottom of the egg with my fingers to redirect it downwards, but my fingers accidentally slipped off the smooth eggshell, causing my hand and arm to jerk upwards inside of her.

Katrina gasped and did a full body crunch until I could see her eyes, wide from shock and pleasure. With her hands clutching her huge belly, she opened her mouth wide and slowly stammered out, "I--I'm--I'm--I'm--"

"No wait!" I said in a panic, knowing well what she was trying to communicate.

"I'm gonna--I'm gonna--" she continued.

"Don't cum!" I shouted in vain. With a final hard shove at the right angle, I felt the egg slip back into the packed uterus.

No more than two seconds after my accomplishment, I felt a sudden, brief tightening around my deeply immersed arm, followed by a rush of Katrina's water-like cum that found its way out of her hole around my arm. The tightening repeated over and over, in quick succession, each time causing a relatively small amount of cum to squirt out, sometimes hitting me in the face, to my pleasure. With each orgasmic contraction, her tailhole hole winked while her pussy squeezed my arm, preventing me from pulling it out.

Katrina moaned and cried in ecstasy, keeping her body as still as she could to refrain from hurting my arm. Her feet stomped the ground beside me as her roar was overtaken by a stream of fire. Clench after clench, squirt after squirt, her climax continued with slowing contractions, until they were over three seconds apart.

I was finally able to remove my arm from the dragon's birth canal, letting cum drip onto the ground as I slipped it out easily.

Katrina's legs trembled with each weak pulse of her fading orgasm.

I had been ignoring my arousal throughout the recent predicament, but having fulfilled my responsibility, I realized how hard my cock had become because of how horny I was. Acting on impulse, I frantically undid my pants to expose my cock, then threw myself onto the bottom half of Katrina's spherical middle, hugging it with my arms wide. I blindly found her dripping cunt with my shaft, then thrust my hips right up against her smooth scales, causing her to yelp in surprise. Exhilarated by the feeling of wetness around my cock, I pounded into her vigorously, relishing the stimulating warmth tickling my swollen tip while groping her hardly compressible belly.

Audibly exhausted from her latest climax, the dragon seemed undisturbed by my active penetration. In a weak voice with a hint of desire, she asked, "Do you want to cum inside me?"

Her words gave me a rush of joy and excitement. I could only think to simply say, "Yes" as I continued to slide in and out of her cunny, savoring every moment. She gave a weak grunt in approval.

"Faster," she said.

I gladly abided, increasing the speed of my thrusting to a lively, comfortable quickness. I pressed on her smooth dragon skin with my hands, my face inches from touching her belly. I wanted to create a vivid memory of this moment, every sensation, to keep with me for all time. I was gradually approaching orgasm, a release I wanted so badly. Under my palms, I felt a weak vibration sneak up from nowhere. I slowed my penetration to press my ear against her smooth mound and listened carefully. There was a definite grumble coming from her stomach region, as if she was very hungry, but I knew it had nothing to do with food.

"Cum inside me, before I cum again," she said in an intentionally sexy voice with a touch of urgence. "I'm too tired to have another..." she explained.

I lifted my head from her body and began fucking her harder than before, to try to get myself off quicker. As arousing as it was to be having sex with this beautiful creature, I couldn't simply choose when to ejaculate. And the awareness that we were still outside where people could possibly see us made me slightly uncomfortable. I tried not to think about it and focused on Katrina's perfect body. I pushed on her tight belly and wondered if she could feel my hands on it just like any other part of her body. The thought brought me closer to orgasm. But not soon enough. I felt her internal vibrations suddenly grow to a strong rumbling as she let out a moan.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, "shiiiiiiit." Her legs twitched. "Fffuck!" Her hips bucked. And with that, her vaginal contractions started up again, this time squeezing my cock, which I kept deep inside of her.

Her pussy clenching around my cock was enough to send me over the edge. I shot my sperm inside her already flooded interior. A mixture of our cum dripped out and onto the ground with each of her strong muscle spasms. Her strong legs abruptly wrapped around me and kept me locked into her as we came simultaneously. Her tight dome felt hard against my abdomen as she climaxed and held me against her, my cock still spurting inside her. I saw a couple white streams of milk arc into the night sky followed by a few short bursts of fire that were timed with her spasmic vaginal contractions. I remained embracing her roundness as she kept me locked in, both of our minds in blissful fog.

As my orgasm came to an end, Katrina's was just starting to fade. Her legs held my drained body firmly against herself. I could still feel her cunt contracting around my gradually softening cock, though it was weaker and slower now.

Katrina abruptly loosened her legs and placed them back on the ground, exclaiming, "Oh my gods! I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No no, I'm fine," I answered calmly and honestly.

"I didn't even n--ngh--notice I was doing that," she said through a weak spasm, referring to her legs constricting around me. She took in a slow breath and let out a satisfied sigh. "That was wonderful."

After a pause of silence, she spoke again. "Wasn't this supposed to be a quick break from finding my eggs to stop another one from coming out?" she asked rhetorically. "As much as I'd love to just lie here, I think we should start moving again while it's still an option. I don't think you'll be able to prevent my laying again."

"Good point," I replied. I took a couple steps back, pulled up my pants, and zipped them up.

Placing her hands on the ground, Katrina tried to push herself to a sitting position with a few grunts, but failed and slumped back. "Gods, I'm so tired. Help me up?" she pleaded.

I walked over to her side where she held out her hand, resting on her elbows. Taking her right hand in mine, I leaned and pulled toward her feet. After some combined effort, she rolled forward enough to get a foot positioned underneath her, but her leg only trembled when she tried to stand. Upon a second try, she lost her balance and fell backwards, pulling me with her. I braced myself with her flexed arm and only stumbled forward alongside the heavy dragon crashing onto her back.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said with a sigh. "Well this is embarrassing. I feel like a beached whale," she said, disheartened.

"Nonsense, let's try this again," I encouraged as I got ready to pull her hand with both of mine. "Come on, in one smooth motion this time."

As I pulled with my whole body, she rolled forward, moved both feet under her body, and sprung up all in one swift motion.

"There!" I commented cheerfully.

"It shouldn't be that hard to get up..." she said negatively. "Okay, you hold those two eggs again and I'll hold this one," she instructed as she pointed at the two eggs I had carried while she crouched to pick hers up with one hand. "The other two are this way," she said and commenced her unintentionally erotic strut down the sidewalk.

I quickly collected the two eggs, awkwardly carrying them in my arms, and followed from a short distance. Katrina had her left hand resting atop her belly which I couldn't see, her other hand holding the egg like a waitress with a tray. Seeing her from behind, her ass slightly swaying side to side, I could imagine that her front was flat and toned. The realization that it was hugely distended excited me every time.

"Up here on the left," she announced and pointed at the ground ahead of her.

Her legs blocked me from seeing the egg she found. As I caught up to walk around her right side, she slowly bent her widely parted knees and grabbed the egg with her left hand, looking like she was having some trouble keeping her balance.

"One more," she grunted while rising to a stand. She stood still for a moment with a look of concentration. "I think it's on the other side of the street," she said. "Can you carry it?" she asked me.

I looked at my full hands for a moment. "Not really..." I replied. "Oh!" I exclaimed, spotting a garbage can up ahead. "We can use that garbage bag!"

She looked to where my eyes directed and headed toward the bin. When we reached it, I gently put my eggs on the ground, pushed over the garbage can, and pulled out the half-filled bag, emptying the contents onto the side of the road.

"You don't mind using it, do you?" I asked Katrina.

She shook her head. "Not at all. The shells of the eggs are going to be garbage anyway," she answered. "Besides, we don't have time to be picky," she added, reminding me of the urgency of the situation.

I shoved my two eggs in the bag and then held it open for her to drop hers in.

"I'll carry it," she ordered and grabbed the neck of the bag with one hand as I held it out.

She moved quickly across the street. I jogged to get ahead of her so that I could find and retrieve the last egg.

"How far?" I called out behind myself.

"Just past that intersection," she hollered.

I ran faster to get to the intersection ahead. As I approached it, I noticed that it marked the end of the shops. On the other side began houses with lawns, small trees, driveways, and plain concrete walkways. Some of them had their lights on inside.

I turned around to face Katrina. "Stay there." I said, just audibly enough for her to hear. Knowing she wanted her presence to be kept secret, this was a very dangrous area for her.

I crossed the empty street and began scanning the grass on the lawns for a football sized egg. By the third house, I saw it lying on the grass right next to the steps leading up to the front door. The room of the house I was facing was fully lit behind white sheer curtains covering its big window. I mustered up courage and scurried across the lawn, staying low. I snatched the egg with both hands, scurried back onto the sidewalk, and began to walk briskly toward Katrina, who was standing right on the other side of the intersection.

She was standing over the opened black garbage bag with her legs spread, her hands clutching the front of her large round middle, and a look of moderate discomfort.

"Not here," I thought to myself with dread.