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"What the blasted hell are you doing here? Go on! Get out of here!" The drake's voice wasn't as angry as it sounded, it was almost was rich and amused as Marshall backed away from the front of his lair with several beats of her wings and ducked down before a wing could swipe out at her.

She twisted her tail back and forth wildly against the ground, cracking it before storming back into the lair with her entire body trembling. The great black dragon could have shook her once and broken her neck with little more than a grunt, but he didn't, in fact he took pains to make sure she wasn't harmed in any way. At least, besides the week of being bred over and over again, forcibly impaled to the point that she had been screaming out time and time again. Her body seized up slightly recalling the way she had been forced down and felt him sinking into her, she hadn't been able to fight, some part of her hadn't even cared as she had been forced to feel him sinking home time and again. It hadn't been a rape of her body alone, her entire being had been violated, every part of her knowledge of being a male had been ripped from her, reordering her word until she was left soaked in dragon cum and her vent gaping open. At the end of the week it had been so painful that she had nearly passed out when he had finished, though he seemed to care little that she had been in any level of distress, but that was hardly surprising for the beast.

Marshall swallowed and settled back on her haunches, dropping down on a rock that was far enough away that she knew that he couldn't reach her anytime soon. She was free to go, she had been free to go for nearly three weeks, ever since her stomach had started to bulge with the tell tale swell of growing eggs and the dragon's dismissal of her had been immediate. She had gone back to Baltalia, back to her friend and been told there was little that could be done. She couldn't remove the eggs, there was no spell to displace them, she would grow and swell until it was time to lay them and then she would nurture them. The very idea that she might not seemed to disturb the older dragoness, but it made Marshall taste bile on the back of her throat as her life had been outlined for her from the dragoness she had admired and cared for so deeply.

"You will find a territory if you want one, now that you are with clutch Valtan might not notice if you flee, but you will not find a territory without a male that will seek you out." She had said sadly. "They are useful in their way, they keep our lands safe of humans that might hunt us, they keep us from being pestered terribly often and you will not clutch so often. Going into season once every few years is a small price to pay for safety."

_Safety! _ Marshall's tail cracked against the ground in annoyance, the word making her see a flush of red around the edges of her eyes.

"I want you to teach me." She spoke up in a clear sweet voice, just as she had several times every week since she had been set loose. "I wish to learn magic."

"Magic?" Valtan snorted and gave her an aloof look, "Why should I teach you anything? Go back to your mother!"

He wasn't jumping at her today or giving his normal warning snarls that she had grown steadily accustomed to over the past few weeks. The last time she had come here he had trapped another female in the heart of his den and had little time for her as he had been vigorously breeding a female. He hadn't snarled at her to leave, instead, he had met her eyes and mocked her as he sank home, making her want to scrabble away in embarrassment, but she had been locked in place through the entire squalling thing, watching his body pounding into the writhing female, hearing the lewd grunts and snarls of the pair of them together. It had been one of the more humiliating moments in her life, but she had remained, hoping the drake would hear her afterwards. It had been a vain hope, especially as once he had pulled free he had mockingly offered her his cock to clean if she was so fascinated by it.

"I want to learn from you." She persisted stubbornly, her tail smacking the ground. "Who taught you battle magic? Where did you learn it?"

"You have no need of offensive magics, girl. Go and lay your eggs, or have you come because you have so longed for my company still." He spread his toes a little bit mockingly, wiggling them. "The way you left spitting I would have thought you would never voluntarily return."

"I want to learn from you." Marshall swallowed some bitter bile at the back of her throat. "If I'm to be one of your females, wouldn't it be valuable to teach me?"

"As well teach a deer to fly, it would be as of much use to a ground imprisoned deer as it would to a female." He dismissed and yawned, spreading his jaws wide, toes spread open. "You are a funny little thing, dragoness. Maybe it's the human in you, certainly no female I have in my care would be shouting to learn magics."

If Valtan had been truly enraged he would have driven her away, once he had, he had forced her into the sky and back to her small cramped excuse of a lair, roaring in fury as he did so. Most days, he seemed to find her approaches a way to pass the time, she was amusing to him, funny and strange in her ideas, but she bit back the urge to grow angry. The moment she did anything but be polite he would thrash her soundly, making her leave until she returned with her temper chilled. Baltalia had been quite unsurprised by the fact, a dragoness was only there to carry his eggs, he might not overtly dominate them, but he would tolerate none standing against him for the simple fact they could orchestrate his downfall. So she kept calm, though she longed to scream.

"What if I taught something to you in exchange?" She offered coyly, tilting her head a little bit as she did so, trying to sound seductive.

"Teach me?" He barked out laughter. "I have no intention of learning human magic from you, hardly worth the time it takes to learn it and about as useful to a decent magic worker. Your knowledge is useless here."

"I was human once.." She stepped forward, disgusted as she did so, but her entire plan revolved around learning the magic Valtan knew.

The dragon might one day let her slip his hold, she might even flee far enough to not be caught again, but Baltalia had made it clear that escaping would not mean freedom. She would simply be taken in by the next drake's territory she found herself in. There was no real unspoken for territory anymore, not truly, most dragons had vast stretches they claimed and their borders shifted constantly. They were always fighting and resetting the lines. A new younger drake would move in and an older one would solidify his attention to his favorites, two young drakes made an accord and divided contested land, bolder mature drakes overreached themselves and had to fall back. No female dragoness knew freedom, not truly, they were all controlled by the males that put eggs in their bellies. In her belly.

The bone deep shame had never left her, her stomach was stretched and heavy now, not even close to where it would one day be. Every time she laid down or tried to fly she was reminded of the extra weight, forced to recall being on her back as the drake pushed his hind paw on her stomach. Forced to have the visceral knowledge that she had been impaled upon his cock so deeply that she had begun to shriek wildly, so filled that every night she stank of him. She shuddered, her wings going tight against her side. She had been a man, she had been male, this should have never been her life, but she was trapped in it, she had no way out that she could see, she would have to learn to live with it one way or the other, even if it meant degrading herself for now so that she had the knowledge to hold her own later.

"As I've just said I'm aware. It was my cock that put you there." He let out a low laugh. "My lovely little daughter."

"Don't call me that." Marshall stiffened, she felt heat suffusing her scales, only to hear the old pervert rumbling laughter at how upset she got.

"No dragoness would be horrified at having her father mate her, my own mother was sired by my grandfather, hardly something to be ashamed of." The drake leaned down and snapped a worn claw off to preen away. She bit her tongue to not make a comment about why he was living proof it shouldn't happen.

"I was human, humans have their own charms, you realize." She put a soft purr into her voice as she stepped forward, throttling down her disgust, her tail curling ever so slightly in an attempt to be sensuous. "Humans didn't wait for such silly things as ovulation to dictate when they enjoyed themselves, why should you? Baltalia says you only go to females when they are in season..."

"Of course." Valtan stared at her blankly and then snorted. "Why would I risk them by going any other time?"

"For pleasure." She jumped onto a higher rock and arched her back a little, feeling horrified as she flicked her tail up to flash the line of her vent towards him. "Just imagine, if you teach me I would quite happily give you pleasure whenever you desired it, a lesson for each time you leave your seed in me."

Valtan stared at her blankly, his expression almost shocked at what she was saying and that's what she was counting on. She had every intention of being the one to make him tell her how to defend herself, and more. The drake was wild and foolhardy, he was filled with brash boasts and rough magic. She had seen some of it at work, it was all thrown together, there was no clear pattern to it. He could easily be defeated as long as she was willing to learn what he knew and twist it in with the things she had learned as a human. No, not just defeated, he could be tamed, that was her idea, she would bring him to heel with his own magic, make him a puppet of his own land, nothing more than a creature to defeat other males while he was slave to her. Her vision blurred red as she imagined him broken and hobbled in private, fierce and loyal in public. She would never have to bear his offspring again, if only she could tame him.

"You would learn one lesson, and that is why we do not breed out of season." The drake stated finally, Valtan's face hardening. "Do you have any idea how your own body works, girl? I would tear you open trying, you would be ripped apart and left bleeding and that is if I just pushed my way in, if I actually tried to mate you, you'd not survive it."

"That's not how humans-" She tried again, ignoring the mental images, but he snapped his jaws at her, his temper truly flaring to the surface as he did so.

"Leave! I have no desire to sit here and listen to you speak of things you are too ignorant to understand!" He looked angry, his wings spreading slightly in a brief warning that sent Marshall jumping back. "You stir memories I do not enjoy."

"But.." She protested, she didn't understand, but her attempt to reason with him ended in the way many of her meetings ended with him, a snap of his jaws and a roar that sent her leaping into the air in a wild flurry of wings.

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It was evening when Marshall perched outside of Baltalia's lair, the sound of wing beats stirred the dragoness who shifted a little and brightened to see the familiar form poking her head into the cave. The lovely turquoise scaling was growing darker, more of the green starting to come to play through the deep royal purple, eventually it would turn to almost crimson with age. It was a bitter sweet thing, seeing the dragoness, she had begun to regret ever having offered the human a chance at dragon wings since things had gone so horribly wrong from the very start. She had made mistakes, too many of them, enough that she felt as if the tattered pieces were falling through her claws the quicker she tried to gather them back up. Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong, leaving her miserable and alone when she had anticipated the joy of the bright mind she had come to care for so deeply.

Marshall had become distant and angry towards her ever since she had found out she was truly female. The dragoness thought that the former human would have taken the news better without Valtan, but it had all happened too quickly to be stopped. She hadn't been able to do more than give a warning and try and impress the importance on the youngster, but it had fallen through, and things had just gotten worse. The dragoness that padded in was swelling with her father's offspring, her lower belly starting to bulge and show a hint of individual shells that were standing out against the scaled sides. Another few months and she'd be too egg heavy to fly and then she would finally have to confront her new life one way or the other.

"You were visiting him again." Baltalia said reproachfully, tasting the hot angry scent of male clinging to her daughter and friend. "That isn't very wise."

"It's not as if I have other things to fill my time with." The response was defeated as the smaller dragoness threw herself to the floor. "I want to learn what he knows, and he refuses to teach me even the smallest crumb of knowledge."

"Only because you are female." She answered logically, she had begun to realize that the best thing she could do for Marshall, she had already made the mistake of waiting too long for honesty in the past. "The only reason a dragon needs those magic is to fight another male for territory."

"And what if I want to fight for myself?" Marshall responded and nearly threw herself against the ground in front of her mother. "Why should I stay here and allow him to own me?"

Baltalia sighed a little bit, curling her tail along her haunches, it seemed as if she had had this conversation a hundred times and each time it never sank home as the young dragoness refused to listen to what was being said. She was too busy thinking of ways to escape what was now her life, constantly inventing ways that she might be able to dodge the male or find a new life, leaving her mother and friend watching her with dismay and sadness. If Marshall could simply accept her life, some to peace with it, she might learn to move on and enjoy her new life, she didn't have to look at it as a curse, she had a long long life ahead of her, she wasn't going to enjoy her new life the way it should be enjoyed. It might not be what she wanted, but obsessing over a finding a way free was only making her more miserable.

"He does not own you." She answered reasonably. "You may carry his clutch, but you will never see him until you are in season next, once every few years."

"I don't accept that." She snapped and cracked her tail against the ground, shifting a little bit unhappily. "Is it so wrong for me to want to learn? I would let him mount me even out of season if he would just teach me!"

"Don't speak nonsense." Baltalia snorted and shifted up, padding over towards the despondent dragoness.

"Why is it nonsense? He nearly had my tail for offering, I thought he would be more than happy at the offer." Marshall lifted her head, the humiliation etched on her finely scaled features. Baltalia felt a stream of fear rippling down her spine, her eyes narrowing at her daughter, nostrils flaring slightly.

"You are lucky he did!" She answered, attempting to soften her tone from the one of fear she wanted to use. "A dragoness' body is meant to protect her from males and their approaches, especially when they are out of season. Your body is designed to keep itself from being penetrated by a male unless you're in mating heat, do you think it comes without a price?"

"What do you mean?" She lifted her head and looked almost interested in what was being said, which was a fresh change.

There was so much the girl was going to need to know about her new body, but Marshall rarely took the time to learn it. She was too busy scheming to learn about what her body really meant and what it could do, but Baltalia wasn't about to stop trying to educate her. Ever since she had learned she was female she had fought learning what everything meant, she learned only as much as she needed to know. Even Baltalia's attempts to teach her about what it meant to be a female in terms of eggs was often dismissed as the former man refused to talk about what it really meant and what was going to happen. When she finally clutched she would have to learn how to tend them so that they were sure to hatch, but until then, it was an argument that she didn't want to think about having, but for now she could be happy to offer at least some education.

"I mean that when you are not in season your body naturally tightens itself and doesn't allow for penetration." Baltalia explained patiently. "The muscles nearly lock together and while a drake might be able to actually pry them open, both of you would have a miserable time of it. The way a male's shaft is designed, he would tear you apart trying and do himself damage. Nature gave us the tools needed to make it unhealthy for a drake to come after us while we're not in season. No amount of lust would make one wish to break himself just trying to force a female open or take a female from the breeding pool due to the rape."

"That's..." She blinked a little bit, seeming startled. "I didn't think..."

"You didn't know." She answered softly, trying to sound as nonjudgmental as possible. "You've had so many changes, but there are still things you need to learn about if you're going to enjoy your life. Why don't you come live here for a while longer, I should be glad of your company."

"No!" Marshall almost yelped the denial, her eyes opening up a bit wider as she did so, and then softened, looking embarrassed as she ducked her head down. "I mean, no thank you, I'm fine, truly I am. I'm going to have to think about what you just told me, I'll have to find out what I can do about it."

"There's nothing you can do to change your body." Baltalia murmured gently, but it was too late, Marshall was already on all fours and trotting towards the door.

The former man wasn't going to listen to her, the obsession was growing and starting to remove the person she had loved in the human. Eventually things would settle, she would accept..

And maybe forgive. _ She thought and saw her daughter launch her egg heavy body into the air, the dragoness shifting her attention to her remaining offspring. _I'll wait for you, Marshall.

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Marshall didn't believe what Baltalia had said, perhaps it was an old wives tale of sorts, the things that dragons told their young drakes in the hopes they wouldn't force themselves on females not in season. The rough and rowdy lusts of a young male were something to be feared, something she had experienced herself as she had been lured out of her home by one of them. She shuddered, recalling her first brutal mating, the terror she had felt and how she had struggled. Why wouldn't they start a rumor to keep the young males in line, the hint that they might break them if they even tried to mount a dragoness not ready for him? Valtan certainly seemed to believe it, she merely had to prove him wrong and she would have something to trade for his knowledge, even if it would be uncomfortable and humiliating for her.

_As soon as I can break him, he will never touch me again, I will have him to hide behind to protect me. _ She thought as she curled in her small lair, the tight cave little more than a spot for her to sleep.

She was uncomfortable around Baltalia now, the knowledge that she had been tricked for so long into thinking she was a male had soured her relationship with the other dragon. She wanted time and space to think, not to be lectured about her new body or how she should be acting and the small home that she had found was enough of one that she felt she could clear her own mind. Visiting her mother and friend had helped clear her mind and giving her insight, but now she had a new problem to address, she simply had to prove to Valtan that she could give him something worth keeping her around for. She knew it wouldn't be comfortable, her body was different and the chances of her feeling any sort of arousal for the dragon were slim and none, but it would be worth it. She would learn battle magics, but she would learn them with the same intense interest as a human to create new and powerful spells to defeat him.

She twisted a little bit in the small cave, roiling and turning after a moment to look down the line of her sleek turquoise scaled something and the uneven lumps that were standing out along her lower belly. Her nostrils flared a little, as she regarded herself and lifted her hind leg to get a good look at her vent for the first time since she had been bred. She was always shocked and embarrassed to stare at herself there, the sight of the tightly closed scales gave her a neutered appearance, but now she knew the truth. A drake had a bulge between their legs that showed where their internal testicles and shaft were located, she was flat and smooth, designed for only one thing. She had never thought she would long to see an animalistic cock on herself, but she did, a wild desire to see herself as the male she truly was. Her cheeks burned, blood rushing to the surface as she moved a paw down and pulled along the crease of her vent with a tug to try and open herself up.

It took force to pull herself open further than she was normally open to relieve herself, the tug and yank used her claws as her pink interior flesh flashed out in the open. Her toes curled a little bit while the toes shifted to either side and dug in to show her internal lips and the narrow opening. The hard scaling struggled to clench down and tighten again, fighting her toe, but she was able to keep herself open before moving her other paw down. She dropped onto her back, rolling slightly while her other paw moved up and she tried to probe herself with a toe. Her blunted claw tried to push forward into the narrow opening. The moment she pressed forward she stopped and hissed out a little bit as the dry probing made her muscles ripple and she lost her trip on the outer scaling so that they snapped closed again. She hadn't even tried to do it herself, it had just been a natural reaction that had caused her to close up.

_Too dry. _ She thought and shifted down a little to look at herself again before trying to pry and tease herself back open.

It was a contortion to twist herself down, the heat that filled her cheeks didn't stop as she extended her tongue to lap at her closed scales as she teased herself back open again with her toes. It was an awkward position, but she managed it and got a close up look at her feminine sex. Her breath was hot and she tried to concentrate on the warm puffs of tickling breath that spread over the edges and run just along the inner line, trying to grow aroused. It was hard, she didn't want to be here or touch herself, but she still extended her tongue out and tried to lap roughly against herself with an awkward tongue. The moment she pushed the rough tongue out she winced and hissed out as the scraping touch rubbed over the edges with a powerful drag that made her nearly close her scaling again. Her entire body stiffening as she forced herself to drool and slather saliva over herself instead of just drawing away.

She had to get herself wet, she didn't think she was going to be able to do it with just her tongue, but she tried with stroking smears and pushes nudging against her opening. She spread her maw open wider and wider, gaping it and driving forward with a stretch that began to force the walls open wider and wider, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt a stab of aching pain as the slender tip just slipped inside of her. Her scaling tensed closed, pinning and pinching her tongue hard enough to make her wheeze out a sharp noise, but she only pulled her vent open again and forced her tongue inwards, heedless of the sharp ache. She stabbed it in deeper, stretching the walls, forcing the muscles to gape wider, but the sharp pain grew worse as her rough rasping tongue explored her own body. It didn't feel good, it didn't even feel tolerable, it throbbing with pain as she got nearly two inches of her tongue inside of her before the muscles refused to budge.

She jabbed and stabbed her tongue in deeper, shoving and trying to battle through her passage, but her muscles closed down and forcibly ejected her struggling tongue. Drool ran down along either side of her loins while she pushed forward again, shoving and twisting, drilling into her own body. When she stuffed forward, she let out a hard whine and jerked her head back as her entire body gave a spasm and cramp, her vent closing the moment her tongue pulled free and she was left panting shallowly, blinking a little bit. She knew how the human body worked, it was nothing like this, her body was refusing to listen to her in even the smallest way, she was forced to stop, her body wasn't letting her open herself out.

Marshall spent the afternoon trying to penetrate herself, a humiliating one as she eventually left her lair to go to a small pond and soaked herself, trying to use the water to let herself penetrate her folds. In the end, not toe or tongue worked, she was left burning and in pain between her legs, but the most she had gotten was barely three inches and when she had pushed that far she had squalled in pain. She couldn't get into herself, not without enough pain to make her tear up, drilling home the fact that Baltalia had spoken true. The former male had lost her one chance at getting the knowledge she so desperately needed from Valtan. He would only mate her again when she was in heat and taking what was rightfully his, she had nothing to offer him, nothing she could do to make him tell her the things she needed to know.

_Heat._She thought, the idea that she was now capable of going into season like a common horse or dog.

That thought brought her head up and jerking around to look at herself, her eyes narrowing down into slits as she brought up a half remembered spell from her youth as a human. She had been an apprentice to a mage who had only served a tiny village of nearly all farmers. He had known weather magic and earth magic, things that would affect the farmers, animal healing magic and human, but there had been one spell that she could only barely remember. It had been a fertility spell to drive an animal into season when they weren't going into season on their own. It was typically used for when farmers wanted the young to be born in good warm weather instead of cold, the females timed perfectly so that they had a level of control on how many would survive. She could remember even doing the spell a handful of times in the past.

If I can make a horse go into season when they aren't ready, shouldn't I be able to put myself into season? _ She thought and swung her head around to consider her own haunches. _I'm already pregnant though.

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That thought made her stomach flip flop, but she shrugged it to the back of her mind as she followed her train of thought. If she could force her body into a faux heat with a spell she could give the male dragon something valuable, a female always ready to be mated by him. She felt sick just thinking of becoming little less than a whore for the beast, but she would have something invaluable, she would be able to control her own body's heat and know the only spell. If she held it over his head, if she promised to one day tell it to him if he taught her magic... The thought made her toes curl a little bit, she had something that would make him bargain with her, no matter if he thought that a dragoness shouldn't have the knowledge of a drake's magic.

Her body was her greatest weapon now, but she could learn to use it, she just had to modify the spell so that she was cast into enough of a heat that he could take her. Her tail flicked lightly, curling back and forth as she thought over the steps of the spell. Ovulation would obviously not occur, but she could do so much more with her body to make it seem as if she was in heat. The spell was meant to just cause the stimulation of her ovaries so she would just ignore that portion of the spell to adjust it to stimulate pheromone and hormone secretion to trick her body into mimicking what she needed. It would take time, and practice, but it wasn't impossible.

He will give me anything for my knowledge... But he will earn it. _ She narrowed her eyes a little bit and rumbled softly to herself, already contemplating the problem she was being presented with. _If I must be a female, it will be on my own terms.

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Valtan spread his dark wings open wide and sunned himself in the high noon sun with a lazy yawn that curled his pink tongue out slightly. His fresh scored body was raked red wounds along his shoulders and sides as Marshall hunched in the shadows of an evergreen tree. He had been fighting, even the scales along his head showed marks and scorches where magic had been flung at him, but that also meant he was exhausted and vulnerable instead of freshly rested and energetic. She swallowed and shifted nervously, feeling the burn along her loins throbbing and beating in her ears, the steady feel of it running through her. The magic was still beating through her claws, the feel of it frightening her in the intensity, the feel of it hadn't dissipated as most magic's did and she didn't know why. She only knew that it had worked, after several days, she had finally created something that stimulated her to the point that she was thrown into a semblance of heat.

The magic she had been forced to use was created in blood, the life of a deer forcing the power to rise up to wild heights so she had struggled to hold it. It had been something she had struggled to contain as the moment she had killed the writhing deer it had burst over her in a liquid rush and only her earlier practice had helped contain it. She had felt her walls start to grow swollen and bulge, her vent pushing out in a mimicry of estrus, wetness gathered. It had happened so quickly that it had been painful, sending her reeling back, but it had at least happened. The spell was still active and wild feeling, but she controlled it with an effort, holding it from going too far and left the energy cling to her. As long as it was there she could use it for the lesson with Valtan... After she had proven she was able to cast her spell he would leap at the chance to give her the magic she needed.

It wasn't the same as before, she didn't feel the drive and urge to slide up to the male, though the burn was there throbbing and building as she could feel the wetness along the base of her tail. It was scented liberally with her faux-heat, it was making her breathing coming out in short pants while she looked around, eyes flashing a little bit as she considered what she was going to do and how she was going to do it. She had to make herself something exotic and unique, his interest was paramount to her purposes, no matter that she was disgusted at what was being proposed that she do. She shifted her head up a little as she watched the drake snorted and twitching his nose slightly, the movement rippling along the line of his back with he moved his wings and began to stir a little bit. The winds had started to change, it was now or never, she had to do this and forget her pride for the sake of what she would accomplish.

"Will you teach me today?" Marshall asked even before she began to step out of the tree line, her body trembling with nervous energy and magic, the black drake's head jerking up and swinging around towards her.

"You've returned again?" Valtan began and then paused to sample the air with a hot snort, nostrils flaring open wide to sample her scent with some amount of interest, the nostrils flaring open wide. "My my, what have you been doing, girl?"

"Creating a bargain." She spoke, her voice a little faster than normal, her heart leaping rapidly in her throat as she came out of cover. "I want you to teach me what you know, I have something to teach you in exchange, but I think you will get more use from my spell then I will from yours, I am still willing."

The drake was uncoiling himself and sampling the air with interest, his nostrils flaring open wide to sample the air with some amount of interest as his tail flicked back and forth. She could smell herself, that slightly sweet scent that was rich and filling her own senses as his tail flicked up higher in the air and he began to come down from his sunning rock. He wasn't watching her with amused annoyance today, his eyes were alight with interest that made her want to flee him, her own tail dropped down and put some pressure right along the line of her swollen vent. She was disturbed feeling that need growing in her, the wetness and arousal that flushed through her and left her uncomfortably aware of the fact she was throbbing and clutching around absolutely nothing inside of her.

"A bargain? Smelling like a ripe little dragoness when I know full and well you are stuffed to the brim. Have you found someone in heat, girl? Trading them for my knowledge?" He approached her with rolling muscles and a low growl, his head aimed towards her as the slimy hot tongue flicked out to taste the air.

_No, what am I thinking... I shouldn't be doing this, I can find another way, there has to be another way to trick him into teaching me. _ She stepped back when he let out a low rumble and she saw the emerging shaft pushing out from his vent, wet and slippery looking.

"No." She answered and swallowed, stepping backwards again as he began to circle her with increased interest. "I have only found a spell."

"A spell?" Valtan's voice roughened slightly and he came close enough that his wing flicked out to brush right along the line of her stomach, the warm rush flicking out against her as she jerked backwards. "Your stomach is still filled with my eggs, but you smell of heat. Interesting."

"Exactly." She swung around to try and face him, but the drake that had sired her continued to follow closely, rumbling with renewed interest. "Teach me your magic and the spell will be yours."

"Very well, little dragoness, teach me this spell and I will allow you to learn from me. Though, it is of little use to a female nesting on her eggs." He mocked her, the voice rough and rumbling , dismissive.

"No, you teach me first and each lesson I will give you a small portion of what I did." Her heart was racing, he was enormous and stalking closer, the inches sliding free, pushing out with a glistening dribble of precum that fell down to the ground to pool under his belly.

"And I will gain nothing until the end, you do not bargain well girl." Valtan chided her and crowded her back towards his cave. "What else do I get?"

"Me." Marshall almost squeaked the word out. "I will be in season for you whenever you wish, for as long as you wish."

_The sacrifice is worth it. _ She told her shaking heart, trying to believe it herself as the beast thrummed a low tone of interest and suddenly lunged forward.

His paw hit hard against her shoulder and drove her back against the wall, the sharp scent of the male flooded her senses as his tongue flicked out and curled along the underside of her jawline. She jerked backwards slightly, unable to help herself, but the male was rumbling with amusement at her reticent behavior, another step closer and he was pushed chest to chest with her. His hot breath hit her in the muzzle, making her try to duck her head down, but the dragon jerked his muzzle beneath her own and flipped it up. There as a gleam in his eyes, wicked and playful, it was all a game to him, she was a game. Perhaps she was something new that fascinated him, perhaps it was just his strange way of trying to be affectionate, but it made her bristle and shudder as his muzzle hit her own.

"Poor little Halfling, your mind is still so human that you shy away from me, have you not seen the other females?" Valtan murmured softly, his rich rumble making her flinch. "They don't shy from me, at least not once they've been bred."

"Maybe, but the offer doesn't change." She swallowed a little as the hot tongue slid forward, slithering and rubbing along her muzzle.

"Perhaps you only need seduced like one of those naked humans, don't they enjoy their muzzles? Show affection with them?" He raised a brow up, the mockery clear and brought heat rushing to her features.

"I don't remember." She lied, trying to pull her head away, but the tongue pushed up and ran right along the narrow edge of her muzzle and lips with a flick and smear.

"Liar." He rumbled, the low throaty thrum burst from his muzzle and suddenly pushed forward, prying and pushing to try and part her muzzle. "Now, open your mouth, or you can leave now."

She tensed and glared, the perversion of what he was doing offending every part of her before she opened her muzzle to his prying tongue. The wet slather of saliva ran along the inside of her lip before he tilted his head and stuffed her maw with the long oral appendage. It was somehow worse than what the drake had already done, the violation of feeling the writhing wet tongue seeking her out and twisting against her tongue roughly. The rasp of it was strong and harsh, dragging along the roof of her mouth was the wet saliva covered her own taste buds, foul and offensive as she held still and flexed her toes down against the ground. The warm hot taste of drake was on the air, a contrast to the taste of the tongue as he surged forward and forced her head back, plunging his thicker tongue deeper as he violated her.

It was a mimicry of a human kiss, seeking and twisting, scooping through her muzzle with rubs that slathered back and then pushed forward, curling and squeezing strangely when he grabbed her own tongue. The barbs that decorated both tongues worked together and rasped oddly, dragging backwards with a slurp and then plunge forward again. The muzzle was pushed forward harder, crushing against her own, large enough he could have easily swallowed her muzzle as the tongue dragged along the edges. The slow push and gulp ran over her maw, the teeth scraped against her roughly and dragged against her, pulling backwards with a slow wet noise that had her jerking in place, the little jump that made her stomach twist strangely, breathing in short shallow bursts, eyes narrowed down to thin slits.

The next stroke of the tongue pushed down so deep that she as nearly choking on the length of it, the chest was pushed up against the line of the chest, pinning her backwards so that her haunches were shoved against the back of a rock. Her heat enflamed haunches were pushed hard enough back that she felt a kiss of cold air against her, making her tense up, squirming slightly as she struggled to swallow around the length. The rasp and drag, twisted and pushed along, exploring in ways that made her pant out in short bursts, gasping out and then pulling her head away. The scent of the male was arousing, despite the fact she wasn't in true heat, it was still exciting her, she could feel the wetness growing, the wetness clinging along her pursed lips as the drake's muzzle drew back to the sound of rough laughter.

"What is so wrong, girl? Are you not enjoying this brand of affection?" He pulled away with strands of saliva clinging between them and breaking off, her muzzle wet and coated as her nostrils flared. "Perhaps you prefer the other sort."

His paw lifted up and ran down along the line of her shoulder, the claws catching against her firmly, nostrils flaring to sample her scent. She jerked to one side immediately when the claws hooked down right against the line of her shoulder and pushed her to one side. She stumbled as he turned her, mocking her with a throaty rumble and a rush of his breath right at the base of her tail, horribly familiar and making her clamp her tail down tight along her haunches, trying her best to hide herself, but she was only given a short harsh snarl and a nip right at her tail, clamping down tightly for a brief moment before moving his head away, tail swinging low along his haunches, a smile sliding along his muzzle.

"Come now, girl, let me see your part of the bargain, turn around and tail up, present yourself to your sire." The word brought heat running to her cheeks, burning so hotly with humiliation and anger she couldn't hide it. "Go no now, girl, tail high up in the air for me."

She didn't want to think about what he was saying to her, this was because she needed to learn and she would do whatever it took. That was what she had turned into a mantra, she would do what she must to get what she needed. She turned herself to face away from him, her tail shaking slightly as she shifted her tail upwards in the air, raising higher in the air to flash the underside of her turquoise scales while her nostrils flared a little bit. She moved to slide her tail higher in the air, drawing along the soft full vent lips and felt wetness sliding down along her lower scales as the drake thrummed his approval at her display, his nostrils flared wide while he drew in a breath and panted it out against her. She wanted to smack him, to slap her tail down, but instead, she invited him by spreading her hind legs wide.

Unbidden came the memory of the ladies of the night she had dealt with in the towns and villages, her disdain for what they did and how they acted, but how was she behaving any differently? She had to change her life and to do so she must give her body, were they doing anything differently than she was? A lump formed in her throat before a harsh thick tongue pushed out and dragged right along her outer lips, scooping up the wet juices so she squalled out in shock and shuddered, almost pulling away before a heavy paw gripped her hip and kept her in place. His tongue kissed her in a messy embrace that mimicked what he had done with her mouth, only this time she was being glutted with the thick size that pried her open wider and wider, straining the muscle open and forced her to lean forward under the pressure.

The straining inner walls were being stretched wide, squishing wetness from her as her body spasmed down tightly and suckled, pulling along the length. Her wetness spreading along the muzzle that pushed up roughly and sent the thick oral muzzle in deeper. The slow drag and rub rasped barbs over enflamed walls, making her squirm and try to draw away, but the paw pulled her backwards, gripping against het base of the tail with a hot rush of breath, panting against her eagerly as she was examined. She had no fear about him filling her stomach, the damage had already been done, she could feel the weight of the eggs in her lower belly while she shifted herself and arched with a harsh hiss as the hard huffs of breath hit over her. The tongue pulled backwards and danced in again, dragging several hot strands free from her achingly stretched body.

"Put your chest to the ground, girl, I want to see you showing yourself properly for your sire." He used that word again, mocking her, as if he knew how greatly it bothered her, but she obeyed slowly.

Her fore body dropped down to the ground and splayed her forelegs open wide as she pushed her hips higher up in the air to show the line of her vent. The wet messy feel of it ran along the edges with a messy slathering that was running along her inner thighs. Her breathing came faster, every burst rocking out from her parted jaws, gasping slightly before the tongue shoved forward again. It caught right against the puffy opening and then filled her open wider and wider, her hips were pushed higher up in the air, claws digging down against the ground as she let out a shocked noise of pleasure and pain both as the tongue jerked backwards with a rasp of barbs raking against her inner lining.

The drake's growl rumbled through her ears before she felt him shifting behind her, she knew what was coming, there was no stopping it and she tensed none the less as his head slipped over her back. He was so large he barely had to lift himself up to slide over her, but still he used his weight to pin her down against the ground. The forceful press almost crushing her as the heavy cock swung upwards and then drooled along her inner thighs. The thick strands of precum coated her, running downwards to make her snarl unhappily and shudder before the shaft slid higher up and rubbed right along the tender opening of her vent. The soft hot lips smeared over with the wet mess, her stomach contracting in memory, making her feel the eggs he had already given her. No matter what, the worst had happened, but it made it no easier as she was pushed down and the cock rubbed up harder against her.

The jaws closed down against the nape of her neck tightly and her magic flared hot and wild, it was a reaction she couldn't stop, running through her like wildfire as the heavy bodied drake shifted his hips forward. The cock tip jabbed roughly at her, grinding, her swollen aching body being probed while she shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut before it slipped up and caught right at her opening. She couldn't keep herself from snarling out in shock as Valtan slammed forward, the rough buck stuffing her walls open wide in a push and shove that had her being force fed inch after heavy inch of shaft. Her walls gripping and squeezing down harder, pulling and dragging along his length as she shuddered and squirmed, only to be pushed down on, the weight grinding hard enough to make her choke out another snarling call.

He was splitting her open, the walls gaping around the very shaft that had caused her to exist and he was rubbing the thick slimy rivulets of precum through her tender passage. She clutched around him, her body didn't care who it was, her body only knew the stimulation was teasing through her and pressing deeper and deeper, causing her to arch herself upwards with a shallow groaning noise of pleasure. She twisted a little bit, the slight arch and hunch only earning her another thrust, this one hard enough to rock her forward, her forelegs slipping out in front of her to try to brace herself while the ridges began to sink into her violated body. The hot wet sound of her juices being pushed out were humiliating as she felt herself reacting to him, her inner walls clutching down as the next ridge shoved through her.

Before, she had known what the act meant, even the need of her body hadn't erased that fear, but now she was being stuffed so full that she was left gasping and shuddering. That terror wasn't there, the worst had happened, which made the sensations of his shaft dragging through her pleasurable whether she wanted it to be or not. Her tail twisted, lashing and curling as the next thrust drove through her with a rough shove that knocked her forward. Her paws were forced down onto the ground, splaying open to either side as she whimpered and felt her head jerked back by the grip on her throat. He sank himself in, ridge after wet slippery ridge, popping into her body until the tip was nearly bottoming out inside of her. She swallowed and hissed out, her body suckling around him instinctively before he jerked backwards, popping the ridges free from her.

There was no escape, she was forced to feel every slow smooth stroke through her, the way it was playing and slipping out made her hips push up higher in the air before the next thrust forward. His shoulders dug in tighter against her, squeezing down with a flex of the claws, pushing her against the ground as he drove himself home with a powerful familiar thrust. She hated that she reacted to it, hated that her body was squirming under the attention and crying out with need as the nerve swollen walls were teased over, the little strokes and pulls working against her as there was a wet splatter running down between her thighs. She swallowed a noise as her gravid belly was rocked back and forth, the movements a constant reminder of what he had done to her, what she was letting him do now. She was making this happen, she could be free of him, but she had chosen this, the humiliation being pushed home with every drive of the hips.

The wet flings of precum ran along her inner channel, dribbling backwards messily, coating her in a rush of the sticky stuff before it was pushed out again. His was breathing harsh against the nape of her neck, breathing out in short noises that made her choke raggedly and shuddered. She closed her eyes, listening to the lewd sounds, her body flushed so hot with pleasure, it was filling her world, narrowing it down to only the slide and slip of the ridges that ran in and out of her, scrubbing and straining her walls open wide. She molded around him, the perfect sheath for the drake's shaft, while his tongue lavished a hot stroke against her neck and his growl came out in a low purr of pleasure before releasing her neck.

"Your mouth, daughter." He demanded, his voice unyielding as the tip probed so deep her entire body stiffened. "Let me kiss you."

Marshall was losing grasp of every scrape of pride she had left, but she turned her mouth back towards him, refusing to give up, she had come so far, she had chosen this path. Never in her life had she shied away from the hard road and she wasn't about to stop now. She faced him and his muzzle hit her own roughly, claiming in a feral kiss that only gave her the visceral memory of being atop a women he had cared about, feeling her lips on her own. It was so wrong, just thinking of that tender moment as the drake was hammering into her. Every one of his ridges were used to find the sensitive spots and drag from her, pulling and teasing to make her jerk in place, her hips twisting a little bit, squirming and arching before the next thrust drove home inside of her. The tip sending out a hot squirt that erupted deep inside of her belly and spread outwards before the steady draw back.

His tongue filled her senses, lavishing her in a hot embrace and rasping together with a constant play off one another, the drags back making her feel an aching yank while he began to speed up. Two ridges were constantly being pulled out and stuffed back inside of her, the speed building into a blurring pace that left her gasping for air. He had no mercy on her, he was given her no quarter, he was working above her with short bursts of movement that had her toes curling down roughly against the ground, digging hard to brace herself before the cock tip pulled back just a few inches before the inevitable drive forward, her snarls and cries caught in his muzzle as he claimed her tongue for his own, twisting around it tightly before the draw backwards.

The strands of wetness were growing as she shuddered, unwillingly tensing up as she felt him stimulating her, the teasing pushes rubbing places inside of her that had her panting in short sharp noises, unable to keep herself from whining out in a low heavy noise. She didn't care what it meant, it was growing the faster he moved, the steady movements making the lurking magic just under the surface grow rapidly, surging to the forefront of her mind. It was like a wave of heat that was coating her, making her body tighten, her walls clutching so tightly that he had to struggle to sink himself home, every twitch of his hips force feeding the sheer size of him into her before the draw backwards that slurped him back free again. She couldn't think about anything except how good it had started to feel, her humiliation pushing away as she balled her talons up against the earth.

For a single shining moment, Marshall didn't think about what was happening except that it was feeling good, she thought only of the wave of need that crashed over her body and caught her. It started with a spasm, a contraction that ripped along her lower belly and tore a sound from her throat in a high wild pitch of pure pleasure, her sleek stuffed walls clamped down around the cock as she felt her tongue roughly mauled by the drake's own, and she didn't care as she hunched her back and shifted her hips. It was washing over her, pouring along her body in a spasm of small orgasms that built into one crashing one that claimed her and pulled her under. She could do little except ride out the feelings as the hips flung up hard against her own, the tip drilling deeply into her snug smaller body.

The drake's ridges began to stand out inside of her, she felt him swelling and bulging inside of her belly, forcing her to stretch open wider and wider, her entire body locked up in a sudden moment of shock that was making her splay her legs open wide. He pulled his head back, saliva coating her muzzle messily as he snarled out in a roaring voice as his cock began to twitch inside of her, throbbing and quivering before a hot stream of cum flooded her already filled body. She felt it, the pressure of it pouring into her body as her walls milked around him, suckling greedily, her body cared nothing about her humiliation as she felt the pleasure forced over her. The magic was hot and fiery as it ran over her, she didn't know how it was let loose, but it exploded over her and dissipated in that moment of release. There was no regaining the hold on it, she was lost in that moment, and every hot splatter of the seed inside of her only made her shudder with a new feeling of fullness.

At the end, all she could do was drop her head down towards the ground with a low throaty whimper of pleasure, shifting her body at just the right angle to feel him pushing through her again. The pressure forced out a stream of gooey cum, rolling down out of her obscenely stretched folds as she was shuddering beneath the black drake, feeling his breath hitting against the back of her neck. It made her flinch, but she remained still as he growled down at her, a low sound as another hot jet splattered into her, coating uselessly against her sealed egg chamber, making sure that it was flushing in deep as she sank down lower to the ground with a hiss. The eggs had shifted deep inside of her, the movements resettling them as the drake moved above her and rumbled a deep heavy purr.

"It's not filling you with a clutch, but how lovely, my own personal toy..." He murmured, the thick heavy voice holding the aftershocks of pleasure as he ran a paw along her swollen belly. "And just think, you'll be all ready and stretched out when it's time to lay our eggs."

Our eggs. _ Shame filled Marshall and she swallowed. _These will be the last eggs you ever have from me, after I learn enough, I will master you.

_ _

"You promised.. teach me.." She gasped out, feeling his slimy cock dragging from her with a wet suctioning sound before it pulled free, leaving the rivulets rushing down between her legs.

"Of course. I always keep my word." He ran his paw up and cupped her still swollen vent. "And when I have your spell, I will make sure your sisters join you in my cave, little dragoness."

One day.. She swore to herself and glared at him, her pride could be found again, when she was free.

~ ~ * ~ ~

In the darkness of the night Marshall flew out just to the edge of Valtan's territory, leaping from cloud to cloud to cover her movements as she came to the an area she had been warned was haunted by one of his offspring. His male offspring. She reeked of heat and sex, there was no hiding it, but that's why she had come here, spending her time flying along the boundary markings to make sure that she had well shown any drake nearby that a fertile dragoness was here. Her entire body was thrumming with a rush of eager energy, her magic was gathered again in her breast and her mind filled with the spell she had been given. It wasn't at all like the magic Baltalia had been teaching her, it was new and exotic, it was raw power grabbed from the very skies and bottled up in a place she had never explored, a well of energy and reserves that had astonished her. Valtan had been amused by her eagerness and even been a patient teacher once his lusts were under control.

Strange, the drake had seemed pleased when she had mastered the art, he had even prummed at her and had her try again with even more pleasure in her progress. She supposed it was a mark in his favor that his blood was strong enough for the magic, she doubted he tried to teach his sons any such arts, so he would make due with a single daughter struggling to master what a dragoness should not. She twisted her lip in a smile as she waited in a clearing, quite near a river and stretched her wings again, imagining his shock when she had mastered enough to attack him. She would do it while she was filled with his clutch, he would not dare harm her while she was carrying his offspring, and she would be able to force him back. Once she did, she would drag his true name from him however she must and have it for her very own.

"My my..." A low purr came from above her, not nearly as deep as Valtans. "Has Father let one of his lovely dragoness' escape!"

Marshall hissed and swung around, keeping her stomach somewhat hidden as a bit of rock detached itself from the sandstone cliff face. It was instantly obvious why this particular young drake had been allowed to stay so close to the older ones territory. His scaling was patterned after smooth soft sand, buff colored along his stomach so that he matched nearly perfectly. He was small and light, his wings still too large as he jumped down with a grin, green eyes alighting on her eagerly while she hunched backwards and flexed her own wings. This was it, she would have her chance to try out what the drake had taught her. She dropped her head a little bit and curled her lips back to show her teeth as the stranger jumped down with a flare of his wings, showing himself off as best as he could.

"Get back!" She snapped and hissed again, acting as if she were trying to drive him away as he padded closer, sampling the air with eagerness that made her stomach clench down a little unhappily.

"Get back? Poor thing, let me help you, I'm sure that fat worm almost squishes you when he tries to breed you." The stranger licked his lips with a shockingly black tongue, something heavy and red showing beneath his belly.

The stalk started, the drake was small, but still larger than she was and the moment he started to push free of his vent she felt a moment of fear that she had not thought this through. She could be pinned again, would he really care once he knew she was already full of eggs? Or would he simply violate her and send her back leaking a strangers cum to her home? She felt her heart leaping up with a fresh burst of adrenaline while she stepped backwards again and the dragon let out a rumble and leaped forward, his wings opening to make a herding motion as more of his cock began to slip free from his sheath.

The magic was starting to build, she drew it in as she had been taught, not towards her chest as she had done as a human or a female dragon, but she built it between her wing tips, gathering it together as she reached her wings up high and touched the outstretched claws together. A drake fought with his wings in more than one way, Valtan had showed her the shock she could send out, strong enough to make even him reel backwards, a favorite for in air fights he had confided in her, but she didn't need to be in the air for a dragon as small as the sandstone colored one. He curled his lips backwards a little and mocked her by curling his tongue out again

"Last warning." She growled, bristling while she took another step backwards, her tail lashing eagerly as he pushed closer and sniffed towards her haunches closer. "Get back."

"Poor little thing-" He started and reached out with a paw, reaching for her haunches with the utter confidence of a drake, but Marshall was ready.

Her wings swung down and she broke her tips apart to crack right down to either side of her head before sweeping outwards with a sudden eruption of energy that tore from her body. It was wild, the caught electricity flashed out with a wild stream right between his temple, forcing him backwards with a shriek of shock and anger as he was caught in the cross fire. It streaked over his muzzle, the white light curling along his muzzle as he reared back and his eyes bulged open wide, his claws grazing roughly against her haunch as he scrabbled backwards, trying to escape her, but she unleashed another wild streak of energy to spasm over his body, catching him in the cross streams with a roar of victory when he squealed out.

His tail hit her square in the face as he turned, the last strike of electricity catching his shoulder, dazing him until he was falling backwards. His eyes dilated and terrified, jaws open and hanging as his tongue bled hot red drops down to the ground from the strike of his teeth catching against the tip. He didn't try to speak again, the youngster slammed his wings down and scrabbled gracelessly into the air, climbing up wildly, pumping his wings in a blur of motion, swinging wildly back and forth in his attempt to get away from her while he still could. She leapt up into the sky, pumping her own wings and roaring out again, a high pitched call of pure triumph as she watched the would be breeder run from her. It had worked! IT HAD WORKED!

"RUN! RUN AWAY!" She bugled out to him, stretching her neck with another roar to drive him on. "THAT'S RIGHT FLEE!!"

She had done it! She had won! One spell and she had been able to turn away a drake that was easily as young as the one that had pinned her, and Valtan knew dozens! He would teach her them all by the time she was done with him, she would strip him of his knowledge, take it for herself. She flew high on her rush of adrenaline and victory, laughing as she darted down, spreading her wings in a light hearted dance as she dove towards the river, little caring for anything except her joy. She had a way out, she had a way to conquer this life. She would teach Baltalia, she would get her friend to support her as she usurped the brute. She would never again be lured by her season into the brutes claws, she would conquer this new body and live a life whole and complete.

She landed with a laughing flourish, snorting and high stepping as happy as any horse, turning about with a flick of her tail. She felt the faint twinge of her folds and snatched at her magic, time to take away that ache in her loins, she would go back to her friend and share her victory. They would laugh and talk of the future once more, a future shared together, perhaps she was no longer male, but it little mattered when she was able to find her own victory and life.

With a flick of her wings she reached for the trigger of the spell that she had left inside of herself, a small ball of magic meant to turn her hormones and shift her back to a normal state. As she reached, she felt it in her own mind, her unseen fingers flexing and stroking over an area inside of her aura blasted open and ripped asunder by magic. The place that had formed the corner stone of her spell was gone, instead, it was melted away into nothingness, her seeking fingers only find the seamless lock of the spell that had been gnarled and formed by a blast of wild energy. Her joy froze and she stood still, barely daring to breath as she tried to find it, reaching deep, it was a simple damn spell! It had a safe lock that any apprentice could find, but it was gone, all of it was gone.

Marshall froze in horror as she recalled her moment of orgasmic pleasure, the rush of wild energy and magic that had exploded inside of her as she had lost all control over herself while she had been taken. She hadn't thought anything about it, it had simply been a rush that she hadn't been able to stop, but now... Now the dragoness felt her stomach turn to ice as she pushed deeper, deep enough to make her head begin to ache painfully in response to the seeking tendrils. It was gone, her carefully constructed release that had been tied with the magic was blasted away and a raw scar left. A scar directly placed and forcing the hormonal changes to continue through her body, an unstoppable force locked into her frame.

_No... god. No! _She swallowed and stepped back, faltering a little bit, nearly tripping over her own paws as she did so.

The spell had been shattered, there was no repairing it, she didn't even know if she could repair it! She didn't have the key to undo it, it was a sealed part of her aura that she clawed at with unseen hands, hammered and tried to break, but all she did was come against the barrier that locked her body into perpetual heat. A never ending ache and need.. And a long... very long.. life ahead of her.