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_ I am Vanae, I am of house Longinthar, I am an Imperial Rider and Guard... _ Vanae though the words as hard as she could, trying to emblazon them upon her mind instead of giving into the urge to despair as a ripple ran along the line of her belly. I am Vanae! I am of noble blood!

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"AWWWRRRK!!!" She squawked out in shock as she felt another ripple pass along the line of her belly, her stomach tensed and relaxed while her clawed fingers gripped own against the hay and balled it up under her touch.

It hurt as she hunched in the stall and trembled, her clipped wings spreading out slightly as she felt need building inside of her, the pressure growing along her lower belly as she drew in a shuddering breath and let it out again. She could feel the ache deep in her loins, the pressure being put on the barrier just inside of her egg chamber, and it was only growing worse by the moment. She knew she couldn't stop it, no matter how she tried to tuck her haunches down and put pressure against them as she panted shallowly. She wanted to dig against the straw and hay, her instincts were telling her that she needed to get a thick pile built up so she could lay her eggs, but she refused too, she had kicked the hay away even as she shuddered and felt the heavy bulges moving through her again, her muscles contracting down and squeezing. She couldn't stop that, her own body was betraying her in a way that she had no control over.

Her entire life lacked control now, ever since she had been summoned to her commanders tent and changed she had become little more than a beast in the hands of the army. She was fed like a beast, housed in the stall, given piles of meat to eat for each meal instead of anything that she might have enjoyed. To her horror, she didn't actually dislike the meat, instead she choked it down by the mouthful and even craved the bone to gulp down with it. The bone itself turned into hard shells low in her belly, making her swell wider day after day, her stomach soon drooping down low making it awkward to sleep. She had no doubt that her mount had impregnated her, the thought made her want to gag. There should have been repercussions for what they had done to her, what they continued to do to her! Her family should have avenged her, come for her. Vanae let out a low growl to herself before hissing out as another contraction rippled through her.

She dropped into the hay, feeling the softness cushioning her body as she was forced to stretched out to her side as the eggs shifted inside of her. With a groan she felt the first pangs starting to work along her passage and her body tensed up. The former man tucked her head down and ground her beak together, shuddering as her inner walls began to contract and push around the orb that was sliding from her body. Her legs stiffened and straightened as the slow steady pressure built up, she squeezed harder, the rippling muscles pushing and inching the orb from her slowly and steadily as she pinned her feathers down flat along her body and her hind legs parted slightly. She could feel the smooth shell stroking through her as her walls began to push harder, rippling and squeezing, the movements making her splay open wider and wider as it was pushed through her.

Her claws dug down tightly as she felt herself being stretched open further and further, starting to splay her soft pink folds, straining them open around the egg that she was struggling with. She writhed in place, her claws tearing up small curls of wood from the ground as she pushed and was strained open wider. Her plush outer lips began to turn into an obscene O as the glistening mottled shell was pushed free of her aching body, slipping out with a slippery dribble of wetness that coated her inner folds and made her jerk in place. Her head jerked backwards, beak gaping open wide as she let out a shrill cry and jerked her hips, feeling the egg slip along her tail, making her jerk it away roughly. Her breathing came out in short shallow pants before her stomach cramped down again.

Vanae was forced to endure it over and over again, egg after mottled egg joined the clutch in the sparse hay at her forepaws, and humiliatingly enough the stable came alive at dawn, leaving her in view of any who were curious. A clutch of gryphon eggs, especially from a new bloodline, were a source of excitement. The former elf bristled with anger and humiliation, her wings spread to try and hide herself, but the clipped primaries gave her no real cover. How dare they treat someone like him? How dare they mockingly turn her into some sort of brood hen? When one of the Rider's stopped by she broke, the battle scarred soldier was smirking as he looked over her, one hand resting on the reins of Kerrija who had his crest feathers up. The beast had the audacity to chirp at her as she huddled in the stall like a common animal.

With a snarl the former man reached out and swatted at the eggs, one large paw curling around a mottled shell and launched it across the stall. It hit the wall with a crack, yolk and egg white splattering all over the place as she bristled and reached back to crush the rest, she wasn't going to be their brood hen. As she caught the other egg and went to throw it across the stall to join the first, her eyes narrowed down to slits before there was a flash of feathers and an outraged screech. Before Venae could dodge her former mount was on her, his larger body jostling and shoving her back while his beak cracked out and lunged for her scruff. She ducked her head down to keep him from grabbing her, but he just shoved his larger bulk against her as the entire stable erupted in loud calls and shouts.

The former elf twisted to her side, kicking out with both hind legs to try and free herself from the gryphon, but all he did was grunt as more elves came. They came with rope and leather straps, their bodies swarming towards her as she shrieked out incoherent rage, making her writhe and kick, her eyes pinning angrily, but still they grabbed her, forcing her head about and latching a bridle onto her head, the snug muzzle slipped over her beak and forced it closed while others went for her legs. Pinning her before she could do any more damage.

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"A wise man would assume his punishment with dignity. A wise man would lift his head up and accept his fate without cringing or storming or yelling or destroying." The commander loomed about Vanae, his eyes deadly cold and enraged. "A man would understand his punishment and accept that it was his due, but you do not, do you?"

Vanae lunged forward, shuddering as the leather just tightened further from her place on the ground. They had bound her as thoroughly as they would have bound a gryphon from the wild, her beak tied to her forelegs, her hind legs wrapped up tight and her wings forced to her sides. She could barely open her mouth around the muzzle, not that she could have talked if she had had it off. But she would have bitten Commander Elsea if she could have, she would have taken swift satisfaction in the feel of her beak closing around his arm and yanking it away, or her claws in his flesh. He was the cause of all of this, he had stripped her of her rank, given her a beast that was lazy to hold her back and wait for the excuse to punish her. He was the cause of all of this!

The man crouched down in front of her, rolling back on his heels as she tried to lunge her head up, her wide eyes glaring as he moved his hand down and rested it right on her brow. The feel made her jerk, her ear tufts pinned down flat to her head as she tried to get away from the touch, but the fingers ran lightly along the smooth feathering, trailing towards the base of her head as she trembled with barely controlled rage.

"You could be a man now if you would only accept your punishment and learn." He spoke softly, his fingers resting along the back of her neck, sinking into the thick heavy feathers. "You are a man that views beasts as something less, something to be used and discarded, if you became a rider today you would return to such a life. I have no doubt of that."

_I am not to blame for this! _ Vanae snarled out, her throat vibrating with her fury.

"You would destroy, and that has a fine place in the front lines, but not to the innocent lives that are placed in our care." Elsea stood up, though his hand remained gripping at the feathers. "You will learn how to create, perhaps redeem yourself, perhaps not. But you now owe for the unborn life you took as well as the treatment of your former mounts. And you will pay that due."

_An egg?! He wishes me to pay for an egg?! An egg that was nothing more than- AHHHHHHHHH!!! _ Vanae's thoughts stopped as tendrils slid through her thoughts, digging in deep and tearing through her thoughts.

She writhed and kicked in place, twisting and rolling as best as she could, but it wasn't enough to get away. The fingers that slipped through her mind were unseen, but she could feel them sinking deeper, spreading over her thoughts like cold trickling water that made her swing her beak around as far as she could. She tried to strike at the hand above her, her head lifted up and strained against the leather while the touch spilled through her thoughts and ran over them, pushing them away. It was almost painful, like pushing a finger against a bruise as they were pushed this way and that, changing something deep within her, arranging things to suit whatever sordid idea was in his head. It was a magic forbidden to use on another elf, forbidden even in war, because it never quite left the victim the same. Something was always twisted to the point that it couldn't be returned to where it once had been.

"Easy... easy...." Elsea murmured, the man's hands flexing. "Fighting it will do you no good. You must pay for the lives you have destroyed or harmed. Only when you've accepted what you have done will you be given your body back."

Vanae let out a harsh snarl and shudder as her mind felt slow and heavy, strange to the point that she couldn't quite keep her focus on it. How dare this man treat her like some sort of beast? The laws of their very society were in place to protect her! She kicked out weakly as the fingers sank inwards, smoothing down the fear and pushing it away, making the world strangely fuzzed over and hazed as she sucked in a trembling breath and let it out again in a wheezing sound, her eyes fluttering shut. Her wings relaxed in their bonds as his hold on her mind carefully tightened in a velvet embrace that she couldn't escape or combat.

In the midst of the hold on her mind, something else uncurled through her, pushing deeper and flowing through her veins in a fiery rush that made her stomach tighten. Her claws dug down harder, balling up as muscles tensed and quivered, places deep inside of her body began to flare hot and wild, her stomach churning and turning. No, not her stomach, it was lower in her body, her loins going hot and tightening in a way that was humiliatingly familiar as her body quickened. The need spread over her, chasing along the line of her body, her folds grew swollen and plump along the edges, the nerves growing more sensitive until she could barely draw in a breath. She trembled in her bonds, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she felt herself growing warmer, her skin feeling sensitive and swollen, every brush of wind or leather stroked over her was a torment. She had just laid eggs! She couldn't do this again!!!

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Vanae had the heavy feeling continue all through the evening, something that she couldn't wriggle free of as she was led from the camp and the stables that she had been forced to call home for nearly three weeks. Her wings held loose at her side as she was kept hooded, unable to see and entirely dependent on the handler that gripped her lead and kept pulling her along. She had left the commanders tent with her mind fuzzed over, even now her talons were being scraped along as she felt it was too hard to lift her paws up all the way. She didn't know what was happening to her, and only some small part of her mind understood that she was under a spell, that small part struggled and attacked it, beat it and attempted to tear it away, but still it remained there. She was helplessly entangled in the magic.

She didn't know how far from the stables she went, only that she was led around the outskirts of camp where she could hear the laughter and sound of the soldiers in their tents and near the estate. It wasn't until she heard the hiss and loud rough laughter, the strange voices accented in a heavy mountain language, that she realized where she was being led. Far to the southern edge of the encampment were some of the smaller city-states that had been called in for the war-efforts. The elves that had arrived had been barely civilized, they were a war-like people that were invaluable to their efforts, but Vanae had always detested them. Their ways were rough and wild, they had little regard for the rules of war and often took prisoners of war to keep as slaves, but they were tolerated for their power and knowledge. And their dragons.

As she was lead along the road, she strained to try and hear where she was going, her stomach twisting in fear as she heard the tell tale scrape of scale on scale, the rumbles and hisses of the war-dragons, the rattling of armor. She tried to get her paws to stop moving, her claws flexed down against the ground, digging into the dirt as she struggled to shake the hold on her mind away, but whenever she tried to reach out, she faltered and fell, her slipping hold making it impossible. The harsh metallic scent filled her senses as the ground became rough and scrabbled, her paws stepping over rough churned dried mud, churned by powerful claws landing and digging into the earth.

"Hayla! Get 'er outta here!" Someone yelled out and the handler stopped Vanae, the hold on the bridle shifting slightly while the gryphon bristled. "You're upsetting our beasts!"

"Commander Elsea's command." The handler spoke up, almost nervous sounding. "She's to be put to Trill for stud."

_What?! _ Vanae's head jerked up at the offhand comment, new fear coursing through her.

"A gryphon?" The first person almost spit out the word. "Breeding down our stock? I do not think so."

"It is the Lord Commander's orders. He wishes to have more controllable war-beasts and the dragons are becoming unmanageable. A hybrid will be of better use to him than what you have currently bred." The handler sounded afraid as Vanae tried to hear, or see, or anything to tell her what was going on.

"And he wants her given to Trill?" The man snorted out while the former man tried to remember who "Trill" was. She had never paid attention to the names of the beasts, just the riders, she had no idea who the beast might be or what it even looked like. Some of the dragons in the camp were terrifyingly bad natured, large and dangerous even to other dragons...

"Those are my orders, delivering her to Trill and the orders that he is grounded until she goes out of season." The handler gave another tug to her bridle and she trembled as she stepped forward blindly and a strange hand reached out to grip her muzzled beak.

"If he kills her I won't be held accountable." The man growled. "Take her to the pens and turn her loose in the far stall with Trill if that's what your master wishes, we'll see what happens."

The rough hand released her as she was dragged away, her claws scrabbled on the ground roughly to try and stop herself from being tugged along, but the hold on her mind refused to let her truly struggle as she was taken to her fate. She was hauled past the pens of dragons, she couldn't see them, but she could hear their snarls and hisses echoing in her ears as she walked along the line. She tried to shy to one side and then the other, her attempts to escape would only end in the sharp hisses and growls that came from the other side. She was entirely dependent on the handler holding her bridle to keep her from getting too close to the war mounts as she was tugged along and heard the door opening in front of her, a swing and creak before a loud snarl.

"Get back!! BACK!!!" The handler snapped out, his voice fearful, but he tried to sound as if he were confident. "Damnit, back!"

There was a hiss and rattle of a chain, an angry sound that grew in volume before there was a sudden yank along Vanae's head. The hood pulled along her feathers, tearing free so that her crest was sticking up and the world erupted in blinding light. She screeched out in protest and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to see anything as she stumbled backwards with her tail lashing this way and that. The handler shoved her side, forcing her to one side as he squeezed past her, escaping with the sound of a snarl and scraping scales behind him as the former man tried to adjust her eyes to the bright light. She backed up automatically, her haunches crashed right up against the corner of the stall as the door was shoved closed behind her with a loud clatter of metal on metal.

"Rrrrr...." The low rumble made her blink rapidly, her pupils pinning down as something large and blue stepped into view, the scaled beast stood just in front of her, his spines erect and his eyes flashing red and gold.

Trill. The former elf swallowed and kept herself shoved as far back as she possibly could, her vision clearing to reveal the beast that was snuffing towards her. Like all of the dragons, his scales were pierced with heavy rings to allow for a rider to strap himself in. His horns were capped in steel, sharpened to the point of rivaling any spear or dagger. The beast's nostrils flared open wide and was tasting the air, his long black tongue slithered out slightly as he reared up. Dragons were larger than gryphons, their bodies heavier with deeper chests and muscular legs. Their wings were massive, the drake in front of her had large blue wing sails that were held tight to his sides, the wing fingers each tipped in sharp metal and edged along the leading bone to ensure that he could do damage even in flight or distracted.

Vanae flared her clipped wings and screeched out in defiance as the drake snuffed the air again, his eyes brightening as she shuddered and looked behind her beseechingly. The handler wasn't sticking around, he wasn't even looking back, he was already bolting through the stable where dragons snarled and hissed in their metal pens. She jerked her gaze back to him and trembled as the beast stepped forward, the heavy chain that wrapped around his neck dragged along the ground as he lowered his head and tilted it to one side consideringly. She didn't even know who the brute belong too, only that she had never been this close to a dragon, never smelled the acrid metallic scent tinging the air or saw the way each of his scales had been filed to points as he approached her. She wanted to run, she wanted to flee, the beast's jaws opened to show large serrated teeth as he edged in closer.

With a screech she struck out at him, blindly slapping with her claw and catching against his shoulder, but Trill wasn't about to be deterred. The large drake lunged forward, looming above her and his jaws snapped right down on the back of her neck, his teeth sank into the thickness of her feathers as she tried to bolt forward. A large dangerous paw draped itself along her back, the toes curling down over her, pushing her towards the ground as she cried out in protest, trying to break free, trying to escape, trying to get away by any means necessary, and then the jaws clamped down against her neck and tightened.

The moment the drake yanked back on her scruff her world narrowed down and she froze, her claws flexed down against the ground as she shuddered. It was a trigger, a physical trigger that gripped against her neck and squeezed roughly, the teeth nearly breaking skin as she parted her beak and panted shallowly. It was an electric jolt that tore through her body, spiking over her wings and along her legs, tightening parts of her heat-ravaged body in a way that should have been reserved for the most intimate touches. She let out a keening noise and tried weakly to struggle, but her mind and body didn't work together, she felt slow and heavy, the tendrils of magic in her mind blossomed and spread out, making her tremble as she felt the paw curling against her back and the jaws slowly released her with a pleased huff.

His breath was hot, too hot, it ruffled under her feathers as the drake ran his muzzle along her shoulder inquisitively. The weight of his paw kept her in place as she trembled, but even if his paw hadn't have been there, she couldn't have moved. She felt as if she couldn't breathe as his muzzle bumped against one of her wings and trailed down, the hiss spilled out before the tongue flicked out and dragged through her feathers, pushing along the length of them as the slimy appendage starts to flick and curl, dragging under the soft down and slid right along the sensitive skin beneath it so there was another tremor that made her attempt to get her mind to listen to her fade away, she couldn't remember why she had been struggling to fight. The brush of the tongue made sure of that, especially as it ran towards the softness of her white and silver striped haunches.

The scaled form slipped along her, gliding and crowding her so her world was filled with the harsh scents of the male, the metal mixed with something else, something harsh and thicker that clung to her breath when she drew it in. Trill nipped roughly right along the base of her spine as he turned, one metal edged wing rubbed against her, dragging against the grain of her feathers as she trembled and her legs started to tense up as the long slimy tongue flicked out and curled right along the base of her tail. The scraping texture made the feathers rouse up along the line of her spine, quivering in pleasure at the way it worked back and forth. It was a pleasure that relaxed her, that rushed over her mind and made her hind paw pads dig downwards against the ground.

She unwillingly started to relax under the probing strokes of the tongue that pushed along the underside of her tail and a sudden blast of hot air hit her heat swollen folds. She let out a high pitched noise, her head jerked up higher in the air as her inner walls began to squeeze around absolutely nothing as her thoughts grew slow and heavy, it was too hard to push past the control imposed upon her as the tongue pushed down and the rasping appendage curled just along her plush outer lips. The tongue tip flicked upwards, pulling just along her pink pucker before pushing downwards, rolling right along the opening of her plush outer lips and startling a cry from her throat. The nerves were swollen and sensitive, and horribly she wanted to be stroked and touched. She basked in the feel of the tongue tip rubbing over her, curling and twisting, pushing inwards.

The breath was hot and humid, puffing up against her before the thick slimy thing ground against her and she heard the beast rumble. Trill's sides swelled as he drank in her scent and she tried to feel afraid, she tried to find some way to get her mind to work, but all she felt was a flush of heat as the scaled side stroked against her. The heavy spined tail shifted back and forth, held up high enough that she could see a flash of dark black beneath him. She let out a churring noise while the tongue started to grind in deeper, splaying her open, straining her open as the hard length plunged into her heat swollen body, making her cunny clamp down tighter in reaction. Her back arched up, her beak opened up wide in a shrill sound of pleasure as the tongue tip rolled upwards and dragged back out again, making her feel the slight barbs tugging through her, scraping and caressing her achingly sensitive walls until it slipped out with a lewd wet noise.

Vanae dropped her head and locked her haunches in place, her breathing short and shallow as the tip of her tapered tongue extended out from her beak. She could see the bestial length extending from the vent of the drake, pushing the opening wide as oozing precum spilled towards the ground and dribbled near her beak. The metallic scent was being overrun with the raw male scent of a rutting drake, and she drank it down, her tail curled upwards along the line of her back and she presented herself to the rasping tongue that licked out again, strands of saliva cling from his lips to her folds, the wetness coating her while there was a hot puff and the drake suddenly pushed his head upwards and nipped at the base of her tail.

She watched as his shaft stiffen and extend out along the underside of his tail, thick heavy ridges ran along the underside, each one bristling with fleshy barbs that were facing back towards the thickness of the base. The gooey dribbles ran towards the base as it stiffened up and rested right along the line of his scaled underside. The teeth nipped harder against her tail and she squawked out as there was a sudden yank that dragged her a few inches backwards and the tongue worked out and rasped up along the line of her spine. Her fur stood on end and she forgot what was happening, she called out in a low high pitched noise of pleasure while her legs splayed open wider as the head pushed up higher and the metal bound wing scraped against her as they splayed open and batted the air wildly as he turned around with a snarl and nipped against the rise of her neck as he extended over her.

It felt good, it felt so terribly right to have the line of the drake pushing over her, she stretched her forelegs out and locked them in place before Trill's chest shoved upwards and pushed down over her. His wings flared open to either side, the metal flashing as the heavy scales scraped and caressed over her body. She stirred, her mind feeling as if there was something important she was missing, but the moment she thought it, it was pushed away by the ever increasing desire for him, the need and burn that lashed through her thought and reined back her humanity. The claws wrapped along her haunches and the metal tips bit against her before something hot and thick nudged right up between her hind legs. She felt the slippery gooey precum rubbing along her puffy cunny before the beast gave a short buck thrust forward.

Vanae screeched out in shock and pleasure both, her head snapping up as she felt the too large cock driving into her body, wedging her open wider than her mount ever had. Her inner walls contracted down in reaction, suckling and pulling as her hips were pushed up higher in the air and the powerful drake pushed down over her. His broad hindlegs splayed open to cup around either side of her hips and held her in close as the first few ridges popped in with a lewd wet noise. Her inner walls caressed and contracted, suckled as it pushed and wedged in deeper, rolling through her and finding deliciously sensitive spots that made her cry out and squeeze her eyes closed. The claws flexed against her belly as the dragon hunched up with a jerking thrust forward that forced an ever growing ridge into her before he began to drag backwards.

The moment he did the fleshy barbs flared out and pulled over her, making her walls clutch down so tightly that the drake struggled to pull him out, the dragging jerking pull popped out a ridge with a wet noise and his teeth clamped down harder. The teeth hooked against her skin possessively, his growl ran along the line of her spine before he drove himself forward again, stuffing his cock deeper and deeper, a thick heavy splatter of precum erupted into her body, pulled in by her own rippling muscles. She forgot about who she was, what she was, she forgot the world outside of her pounding heart and the feel of the wings that mantled over her. The powerful clawed paws wrapped in front of her chest, the dragon was so much larger than she was, she could barely hold him up as he hammered forward, the thickest portion of the ridges were plunging into her, yawning her puffy pink folds open in an obscene O as she swallowed the weighty girth.

The narrow tip bottomed out inside of her before she even came near the base, the snarling dragon hunched his hips upwards with a powerful jerk that nearly pushed her hind legs off the air. The next draw backwards ran the barbs through her rapidly, tearing backwards with a jerking pull that spilled out a hot wet splatter of precum, her own juices were pulled free wetly as he nearly pulled himself out before plunging back into her. Her greedy body massaged and pulled harder, trying to pull him in deeper as she screeched out loudly, her voice rising up unabashedly as he hammered himself in with a final thump against the barrier of her egg chamber, smearing the wet ooze of sperm laden precum against her before he yanked outwards again.

The scales bit against her, grabbing and pulling, stroking and catching against her as he began to hammer against her, his cock tip bottoming out time and again as Vanae lowered her head submissively to her mate. Her ear tufts flattened down against her head as her tongue spilled out, feeling the way the ridges pulled and stroked, each push in stretched her open wide before the drag back raked the barbs through her. They triggered small micro-contractions through her vulnerable womb, every time her walls closed tighter and tried to hold him tightly until he hammered forward again, his hind legs shifting up higher to either side of her haunches, his claws bit against her chest as his teeth shifted down lower along either side of her throat, his tongue flicked out and dragged through her feathers.

The thrusts grew faster and harder, the plunging motions were tearing through her as she gasped out each and every breath. This was what she wanted, needed, she trilled and squealed out under the blue drake, her claws clenched down and she braced herself as the narrow tip dug right up along the dilated opening of her egg chamber, the occasional gooey splatter of his precum hit against her while her own juices oozed out around his dark cock, coating him messily and pushing towards his vent as she shuddered and arched her back. She writhed beneath him, rubbing her feathers and fur beneath his weight, pulling and teasing this way and that as her stomach began to tense up, her muscles rippling and pulling. This was what she wanted, this was what she craved, the hen crooned out loudly as the cock tip gave a lurch inside of her.

The metal coated wings scraped against her sides as the too large drake tried to stuff himself further inside of her, but there was no room left. She couldn't fit any more of him inside of her, his ridges splayed her open wide, the barbs were rising up inside of her, catching on her silken passage as she wriggled this way and that. Her own clipped wings tried to snap open to either side, but the drake snarled out a warning and gave a rough thrust forward and hammered his tip up all the way into her body, nearly opening her passage wider and wider, starting to inch into her empty vulnerable egg chamber. It hurt, it felt wonderful, it ached and she wanted more of him inside of her all at once. She gaped her beak open wide, but her cry was drowned out as the dragon hunched forward with a final brutal thrust and roared.

His jaws released her and he screamed out, his victorious cry echoed by screeches of other dragons as there was a sudden hot wave erupting from the tip of his cock. She felt the throbbing cock pulsing through her, stroking and pushing, rubbing and finding new ways to tease through her until her body was milking around him. Rope after creamy rope flooded her womb, pushing past the dilated opening as it oozed into her egg chamber, flooding her with millions of sperm that were spreading and erupting deeper and spreading to the edges so that she shuddered in place. She knew what was happening, she knew that the wriggling sperm were plunging towards her ova to lay claim to her next clutch, but her mind didn't care, it was tossed in deeper and deeper, helped along by her own body. She wanted him, she wanted his clutch, she wanted the warmth flowing through her and coating every last part of her fertile egg chamber.

She lowered her head, her dilated pupils stared at nothing as she shuddered and panted, feeling the dribbling ooze of cum splattering out around the edges and running along her hind legs, the rank scent of dragon marking her as her mate licked the back of her neck. The wet slimy appendage twisted and curled, possessively marking her as he huffed out. Vanae blinked a few times and stared at the floor, she knew who she was, she was.... She was someone, she wasn't this, she wasn't...

Ahhhh... She jerked her head up and groaned as the hips rocked forward again with a hot splatter escaping around the inky black cock. It didn't matter, nothing mattered by the possessive feel of the drake above her.