A Curious Type Of Revenge
A Curious Type of Revenge
by Dracos Blackwing
(all chars copyright me! No stealing please! ^_^)
((This story is an example _or how when you make a request of this dragon, you might just have it fulfilled! Enjoy!))
Several hundreds of miles to the southwest of the massive range known as the Breathing Mountain, there lay a area of villages, towns and cities populated by those most unusual of beings, the humans. They were secluded in a series of valleys surrounded by low hills, and for the most part stayed there, knowing that they were surrounded by anthro species of many kinds, most of them easily capable of killing and devouring them. In response to the potential of this happening, they had built strong, easily defensible places to live, mostly constructed of stone or actually built into the ground. They also maintained strong fighting forces, mostly independents that were funded by the primary government to police the surrounding areas for incursions or threats.
In one such area, near a town called Ronwyn, there was a considerable stretch of rocky, untamed wilderness. Monsters had been known to dwell in this area, legendary beasts of all types with voracious appetites for humans... In reality, the rumors were fostered by the local militia, a group known as the Black Crusade, to keep them in a position of power and influence. When the occasional 'accident' happened, with someone getting assaulted or worse by a member of the Crusade, the Wilds would come alive with 'threats' requiring that the offending warrior be released to fight the 'menace'. The fact that after the problem had been dealt with the warrior wouldn't return to be disciplined was often forgotten by the grateful populace.
Little known to either the Crusade or the people of Ronwyn, there actually was a couple of creatures living in the Wilds worth worrying over... A pair of red dragons had snuck into the lush, empty landscape and taken up residence in a cavern hidden in some rocky outcroppings near the center of the wild area. The cavern they had chosen was a deep, dry one, well shielded from wind and rain, and they had dug an entrance near the base of one rock face that hid their comings and goings, while allowing them to move as they pleased in and out of their home without detection; some large boulders that were too heavy for humans to move served to seal and hide this passage.
Inside of the cavern, which was well appointed with 'borrowed' furnishings from some of the homes near the edge of the Wilds, the female of the group, Ar'enya, was lounging on her bed of furs... She was nervously stroking her belly and inner thighs, and the scent in the air was a decidedly sexual one. It was obvious that she was on the edge of her heat, and equally obvious that she was worried. The two battled back and forth in her mind, causing her to fidget and twitch with frustration and fear for her mate. Ar'enya was a sleekly muscled female red dragon with straight, polished maroon horns. Her muzzle was slim and graceful, and her face was beautiful by any standards. Her hands wandered over polished scales the color of fresh blood, glinting in the light of the large candles used to provide light. Every once in a while, the clawed fingers would trace down over her sex, teasing the glistening inner lips peeking out of her finely scaled mound, then twitch away in irritation, a soft growl flowing from her lips.
D´tareth, her mate, had been gone too long, and not just because tonight was the first true night of her heat... He had encountered one of the Black Crusade and against the plans they had so carefully laid, had attacked and killed the soldier. In a metal bound case on his back, he had found something so horrible that he had rushed home to Ar'enya, risking exposing their lair in his excitement and outrage. After listening to his mates scolding distractedly, he had laid out a thick and ancient document for her to look at. Her further complaints had died on her lips as she read it. According to the aged leather, the Black Crusade had been named when a clan of black dragons had come to live in the Wilds a long time ago. Reading further, she was that they had been originally formed to combat the black dragons, even though the worst the dragons had done was to steal the occasional livestock. The Crusade had been told by the rulers of the area to exterminate the 'horrible menace' and assure that they never returned.
To bring this about, the Crusade had hired magic users, and used black arts to bind the souls of each of the black dragons they killed into a large Orb. This 'Orb of Souls' was supposedly still in a tower on the eastern edge of the Wilds and still contained the souls of those dragons, even though the last of the blacks had been slain almost five generations ago! The outrage she had felt had been as always tempered with caution. She was always looking out for the welfare of her mate and herself, doing most of the hunting and gathering as she had a very light touch and was a master at moving without a trace through the woodlands. Her mate on the other hand, had taken to brooding as several days had passed... Finally, on the eve of their mating, he had left in a hurry, saying that he planned on presenting her with the greatest gift she could ever want for before they mated, then flying off. She had considered chasing after him, but knew that he would only avoid her, and make enough noise to give away not only their lair, but both of them as well.
Even now, she remembered the fervent expression on his muzzle, the glint in his eyes as he had stood over her, looking down at her on the floor... Her fingers again wandered towards her mound as she thought of the muscular, scarred male standing over her, his love and lust warring in his eyes. He was a big male, bigger than most and she recalled his vent bulging, showing one of his bigger features... His shaft was easily as long and wide as a full grown human was, even though he himself was only about three times the size of one; she was only twice the size, and yet had taken every pulsing, slick, thick veined inch... She bit her lower lip, and only the sudden powerful clenching of her sex around her fingers stopped her from proceeding to play with herself more. She had to save herself for her mate, and she would. "I wonder what is keeping him though... I really hope he hasn't gone and done what I think he was going to do..."
Hours passed, and finally, she could wait no longer. Leaving the lair, she slipped off into the woods, sliding like a crimson shadow through the darkening night, heading in the direction of the tower that had been shown on the leather sheet. After several hours of travel, she came to the front of the tower... and froze in horror. Standing in front of the building, run through with several lances that propped up his body so he couldn't move, was D'tareth, a thick pool of blood underneath him. She felt hot tears burst into her eyes, quickly replaced by even hotter fury, and rushed as close as she could, to get one last look at his face. To her surprise, he looked back at her! Cocky bastard that he was, he even grinned weakly at her, and she felt a moments hope... before feeling her hope die at the sight of the wounds he had suffered.
She looked all around, then using the darkness and his size to hide her motion, got close to him. "You fool!" she hissed, eyes burning. "Why did you come here alone!? I could have helped you... we could have made a plan..." Hot tears ran down her face, and he nuzzled her as best he could. "Didn't... Didn't want you getting hurt... We were... so close..." He nosed her again, then shifted with a groan; the sheet dropped to the ground near him. "Take it." She stared at him in disbelief. "There is a way... to free the dragons... and make the humans pay." His eyes cleared for a moment. " I know you can do it... save them..." He looked into her eyes for a long moment before she saw that there was no life in them anymore. With a soft whimper, she grabbed the sheet and dashed off into the woods again.
It took her weeks before she could look at the sheet, and she was completely in the grip of her heat, even as sadness and despair warred in her mind. When she finally looked at the sheet and read the words, she saw what he had been thinking, and began to think herself, then to plan in earnest; maybe there was a way to avenge her mate and save the black dragons souls from eternal bondage... She gathered the things she needed by hunting and making them, or by continued 'borrowing' though she worked with a fever in her veins; the more she moved, the more her body called for her to find a male to fill her needs repeatedly and for hours. But she continued, the sight of her mate impaled keeping her focused on her plan.
Finally, the day came, and she put her plan into action. One of the Crusade wandering drunk home from a late night at the bar saw a wall of red, then vanished... Some days later, two of them sleeping off another drunk turned up missing. Another vanished from sentry duty near the Tower; another vanished on a hunting trip in the Wilds. One by one, Ar'enya gathered up the soldiers of the Black Crusade... most of them with ridiculous ease in the beginning, as even the sudden vanishing of their members took a while to settle in. Over time though, they realized that something more than people sleeping off drunks or taking extended vacations without permission was going on, and they mobilized to try to figure out what was happening.
It hardly seemed to matter, even then. For the next month, Ar'enya attacked and systematically destroyed the soldiers, alone or in groups. For the first time, her scales lost their polished sheen; her body lost its soft curves for a more muscled, powerful tone. She took several wounds, and even more near misses, scarring her body and leaving marks much like her mates along her tightly built form. Her excursions took on a near fever pitch, as her need for mating drove her to never seem to be able to sit still... Her plans moving apace as she captured more and more of the Crusade's members. Most of those she captured she let live only long enough to see the being that had caught them, and recognize the red dragon they had killed in her cold gaze before killing them, disposing of their bodies in a patch of quicksand in the Wilds. But she kept some of them as well, binding and blindfolding them, then taking them but a roundabout route to her lair, where she hung them from the ceiling like herbs to dry in the sun... She fed them and watered them, and collected the best of the lot, looking to capture 50 of them...
Meanwhile, the townsfolk found themselves oddly unconcerned that all the layabouts and troublemakers were mysteriously vanishing from the town, while the Crusaders were growing more and more frantic with each additional loss... They hadn't had to deal with such a thing in the entire history of their guild, and had no idea how to stop it or even avoid it. They had considered retreating to their various barracks and the Tower, but they had found that who or whatever had been taking them had also taken the keys to them all and knew how they worked... after waking up to find the sentries all missing, or one of the people in the bed nearby empty, they had decided to just stand together and try to detect the attacker.
This met with disaster as well, as a group of them, moving in a tight knit group was suddenly bathed in white hot flame, leaving only melted metal armor and spearheads in a pile of greasy ash in its place. "Travel together if you want; I will have you all, one at a time or all at once!" The terrifying voice had made them scatter, the screams of the men who had burned having been more than enough to make them not want to be next... And a few moments later, two more of their number was missing and a soft, hissing laughter had sounded, as if from all around, fading into nothing. Soon, only the leader of the group remained, one of the few hardened warriors of the Crusaders, and he chose his spot, sitting calmly with his great war maul in hand. Slowly she slid from the edge of the Wilds in plain sight, letting him see the large female standing before him, and he lifted his hammer.
"You took my mate, so now I've taken something of yours... interesting isn't it?" Her grin held no humor, and she slid closer to him, eyes not blinking. "You've taken your last Crusader, worm... And I'll make sure you don't take any more people from my command!" She shook her head, still watching him, getting closer. "Oh, but I'm not done taking things from you filthy murderers yet... There are souls to be freed and revenge to be taken." She lunged at him, snapping her jaws savagely. The commander swung his axe, just as she though he would in a horizontal arc, and she ducked, pressing herself to the floor and continuing to lunge under the swing; he managed to clip her on the shoulder, but her broad, horned head struck him full in the chest, denting his armor so he couldn't breathe. She dived away, just avoiding having her head crushed by another swing, then darted and danced around him, not letting him relax until the constricting metal made him lose consciousness.
When he awoke, he was... somewhere else. The heat was considerable, and there was a scent in the air that he could almost place... He started to turn, but realized many things all at once with growing horror. One, he was bound hand and foot, and only standing because there were a large pair of thighs around his shins; two, he was totally naked, without even a loincloth on to cover himself; and three, the Orb of Souls was standing not even three feet away. The Orb was an enormous ball of dark energy with a violet black, cloudy substance swirling within. Gliding and floating in the mist or smoke were the outlines of glowing draconic forms; the trapped souls of the black dragon clan that had given the Crusade its name. They glared pure hatred at the commander, and he staggered back, only to fall onto the belly of the red dragoness, sprawled out lazily behind him. Quickly looking around, he saw there was no ready exit from the room; he was at the mercy of the monster.
"Do you know why I'm so angry with you?" she asked, her tone matching her lazy demeanor. "It's because you killed my mate before we could... well, mate." She leaned over him, and he couldn't help but notice that she wasn't totally monstrous... in fact, this close up, she was actually quite beautiful to behold. He blinked at her words. "So... you killed my entire guild because you were horny!?" He snorted and then cut off his further words when she lifted him up with one arm, as easily as she would have a human child. "I killed them because they killed my mate!!" She hissed, then seemed to grow bored with being angry, tossing him to the floor. "You have a chance to leave though... yes, you and your remaining 'crusaders'." She snarled the word at him, snorting afterward. "I need certain things, and I don't like to be unfair, so here are your options: You can leave here if you do one of three things. One: defeat me in unarmed combat. Two: please me enough sexually to make up for the loss of my mate." This raised the commander's eyebrows into his hairline... until he saw the deadly serious look in her eyes. "Three. Die. There are no other options. You either do one of the first two, and leave... or you leave as meat for the scavengers."
The commander though this over, then shook his head at the response his body tried to give him. There was no way he would mate with a filthy murdering dragon, no matter how sweet her scent was, or how shapely her form! "I choose combat. You caught me off guard before, but maybe I can do the same to you this time." She chucked and got to her feet, then shook herself, the light of excitement building in her eyes. "Well chosen; though I had hoped..." She looked his well muscled form over and lightly chewed at a clawtip. "I don't mate with beasts." he said flatly then winced in anger as she replied, "Haven't been home to see the missus lately?" She snipped his bonds with a claw, then stepped away, letting him loosen up. He didn't bother, pouncing at her and gripping her thigh, heaving mightily. She grinned to herself; it had been a long time since he had fought a dragon! Even the lightest of dragons would weigh several times what they looked like they did; it came as part of their physiology. But she played along, letting out a totally believable squeal and letting him tumble her to the floor.
He was much smaller than her mate had been... much smaller. But this reminded her of all the play fighting they would do before sex. They had always enjoyed doing that, as it got their blood pumping and adrenaline flowing. They would always go for much longer afterward. She let him 'pin' her several times, each time with his straining, muscled form pressing to some intimate part of her form until he would notice his hips pressing to a tight, muscled peach the size of both his hands widespread. He would falter then and she would toss him off, only to let him try again. She finally got him to pin her with his face firmly between her thighs. Her shoulders were to the floor, and her hips lifted up, his arms trying to circle her thighs, while his head was wedged against her already dripping sex. She shuddered, knowing that she couldn't play around anymore... Then she blinked as she felt him lick her slit.
She shivered, relaxing a bit, and he leaned into her, lapping away eagerly; he had been trying to ignore her body this entire time, but with little or no results. His cock throbbed furiously between his legs, and he rubbed it along her scales as he buried his face in her crotch, parting the silken folds of her mound with his face, then licking eagerly at her freely flowing juices. "Ummm.... That's what I had hoped from you in the first place... why... ahhh... why did you wait so long?" She got no answer from the greedy commander, who had pushed himself as far into her as he could get while still holding her thighs, and was greedily slurping up her nectar as fast as she was making it. Squirming softly, she unwrapped her legs from his shoulders, placing her feet to the floor on either side of him and balancing on the balls of her clawed feet, keeping her hips raised... he hardly seemed to notice, bringing his hands to spread her further, nuzzling into her and moaning. "It can't be this easy... it can't!" Gently, she pressed down against his face, working his head into her, while using her own hands to spread herself wider.
She eased the commander deeper, letting her mind wander just a bit and dreaming that it was her mate's huge shaft splitting her open. Panting lustily, she worked down over him more, then more still, wriggling down to his shoulders. Suddenly, he seemed to realize what was going on, though in fact he had no idea; he squirmed with a muffled shout, and tried to pull himself free. She gripped his arms, pressing them to his sides and she rested her weight on his shoulders, slowly easing them into her tunnel, then forcing him further still, taking his broad chest into her body. She slowly lowered herself until only his hips and legs were still outside then paused, feeling him thrashing against her cervix. She thought back to what she had read in on the ancient sheet, hesitating just a bit.
"The spell used to take the dragon's souls is one that cannot be broken, but can be altered by exchange. If one soul is offered to the Orb in exchange for one of the dragon's souls, then that dragon's soul will be freed. Further, if a living being is offered to the Orb, the souls will exchange places, allowing the dragon soul to inhabit the offerings body. Lastly, if a unborn child's soul is offered to the Orb, the dragon's soul will not only be exchanged for the one of the child, but will allow the unborn to be born as a dragon itself, with all the knowledge of the dragon who's soul now inhabits the body." When she had read this, she had found it unbelievable that people calling themselves protectors would risk using such foul magic. She had felt a grim sense of pleasure in reading that a curse sent back through that same spell by the collected souls of the entrapped dragons had killed each and every one of the mages responsible for creating the thing. She had then thought about how she could free the dragons. She had considered simply getting pregnant and exchanging the souls of her young, but another thought had come to her; why not use the ones who had entrapped them as the replacements?
She shuddered and pressed down more, pulling at the commander's legs, her resolve once again strong. There was a moment of pain and she let out a shriek, then pleasure flooded over her as the commander sank into her womb. The sensation, one her mate only let her feel when he was truly feeling lusty, sent her into a massive orgasm, making her body twitch and shudder. The powerful contractions pulled at the hapless human, sucking him slowly past the point of her being able to hold him, drawing him up into her womb. She shivered at the feeling of him in there, staying long after her mate would have left her with only the warm feel of his cum washing her inner walls, then looked up, a light in her eyes. She needed more... and there were many more to go through.
The next one of the soldiers to be brought into the chamber was a powerfully built and sour expressioned female. She glared at the dragoness as she made her offer, not sure what the other would say. Ar'enya was fairly unsurprised when the female spit at her, claiming she would rather have sex with a horse than try to pleasure a monster for her life. The dragoness let her rant on for a while, knowing that the other soldiers could hear most of what was going on in the chamber; they were bound right outside of it. She grabbed the female and pinned her down, then lay across her, pressing her mound to the humans face and bending her own graceful neck down to give the female a long, probing lick. "Well, what if I make it a trade then?" She tongued the female slowly, stroking over her warming mound and along the soft slit in the middle then dipping her long draconic tongue into the warrior's depths. The female warrior shuddered violently, and squirmed furiously, trying to complain and escape, but only getting a mouthful of draconic juice.
The female resisted for a surprisingly long time... Ar'enya was forced to probe all the way into the female's own womb with her muscular tongue before the warrior woman gave in to her urges and pleasure enough to return the favor. After several long moments of pleasure between the two, the dragoness said, "Perhaps a trade again? I have tasted the inside of your womb... return the favor, and I'll set you free." She considered the females darkening expression and added, "...and two of your companions of your choosing as well." The female slowly nodded, then let Ar'enya roll over, spreading her thighs. The female slid in closer, then returned to lapping at the dragoness' plum sized clit, trying to hide her pleasure at the musky, sweet taste, slowly delving deeper. "Oohh... go... go deeper... use your arms..." The warrior woman did as she was told, amazed at the size and flexibility of this creatures nethers... and at their strength. They gripped with tight, powerful tugs, trying to pull her deeper. She paused, wondering if this was a trap of some sort, then shook that off; who would trap someone in their womb?
She slowly pressed herself deeper into the larger female, stroking the slick, tight walls and grunting a bit as she slid in further, feeling her way down into the slippery passage. She pressed her head into the tight confines, holding her arms out to either side to bring in a bit of air, and rubbed her head along the soft, pink walls, marveling at how much she was enjoying the act. She had never thought she could enjoy such pleasure with another female, much less enter one as she was now and was beginning to feel her own body's arousal rising toward a peak just from the lewd act she was committing. Slowly, she slipped her chest into the warm, tight confines, feeling her stiff, tingling nipples slide past the tightly gripping outer lips and letting out a moan. Her abs and middle followed and she shuddered at the feel of the dragoness' tongue at her clit and loving the hot, slick feel of the walls as they slipped over her skin. Ar'enya shuddered the entire length of her body, and gently teased at the females warrior's slit with her tail, wriggling it into the humans tunnel and stroking her slowly and deeply. The dragoness pressed into the warrior, working her in further and faster; she pushed until she could feel the gentle licking of the females tongue at her cervix. Even as she did, the warrior woman came, the feel of the dragoness' tail and the warm rush of Ar'enya's tunnel sliding over her body sending her over the edge with a cry of pleasure. Ar'enya pushed hard, shoving nearly 10 inches of her tail into the warrior, until once again there came that moment of her womb being breached, drawing a loud shriek from her, followed by a rush of pleasure and nectar as she came hard. The female, up to her hips and slightly past, had only a moment to wonder at the powerful grip around her torso before she was pulled deeper, her cries and thrashing quickly lost in the dragoness' belly. Her thighs and shins slipped with exquisite slowness up into the pulsing tunnel, only to vanish into the slick, grasping folds, disappearing from sight. Ar'enya laid still, hips slightly raised, feeling the female's shins and feet pass far up into her tunnel, then slide along the mouth of her womb on the inside, pressing to the body of the commander who was still inside her.
Movement a moment later proved to her that she could keep them inside, but they both felt sluggish... she would have to work faster. Luckily, she had considered this as well. The bonds that they were tied with were tight enough and well knotted enough to make them impossible to slip out of, yet could easily be undone with a simple jerk; she imagined that they would be trying to undo each other's bonds any time now, and had a specific punishment in mind for those who had... Looking out the door, she rushed over to pounce three of the humans who had been going to escape, thinking more of themselves than their companions around them. She pinned one to the wall with a splay toed foot, curling her toes around his torso, wrapped her tail around another, and looked around the room, holding the third in her powerful grip. "I'm giving each of you a chance to get out of here alive, and this is how you repay me?! Very well then, here is what will happen to any others who try to escape..." She considered her pose; one foot was high up on the wall, making her stand with her legs spread. She nodded to herself, then pulled the third of the escapees closer to her. Unceremoniously (and eagerly, though she tried to hide it) she pressed his face to her mound, then into it, shoving him in to his shoulders in one thrust. Gasps of revulsion and amazement followed as she gripped him with both hands, then in a great rush of juice and pleasure, shoved him in all the way to his hips. She struggled to maintain her balance as she forced him past her cervix and deep enough for his body to be drawn in like the others... Hanging down in the shower of cum flowing from her as she stroked her breasts, the soldier's legs slid up into her, kicking and squirming right until his feet vanished from sight... a few moments later, her belly had swollen further out and she was struggling to get her balance and breath back.
"Each and every one of you..." She swung her tail around, thrusting that soldier against her soaking thighs, then sliding him up along one, pressed his blubbering face into her folds, "...that... uugh... disobeys... me..." She stuffed him up into her deeply, lightly reaching around to finger her tailhole, totally focused now on the sensation of her tunnel being stretched and the wildly arousing way that the soldier squirmed and struggled as his head slid into her womb. "Will.... Ahhh...! Be... st-stuffed into my cunt... and used to fill my womb!" She shrieked this last, cumming again as she turned to the last escapee, pinned to the wall with one large footpaw. She panted at him, grinning with the pleasure flooding through her and nuzzled him. "Are you ready to go in?" "No...! N-n-n... mmrrphh!" She didn't even let him finish, but pressed her mound to his face, cutting off his scream. She ground against him, taking her foot off his chest, and using the wall for leverage, let her weight and powerful, hungry sex slowly thrust and suck him in, working down over his body and shoving him up along the wall with her tail until she was rubbing her clit against the cum slick stone where he had been standing, having forced him completely inside. She leaned against the wall, panting with lust and wishing she could stop and just play with one or two of them, using them to fill her need to be mated, but knowing if she did that, her plan would fail. She snatched up another female then headed back into the other room, sure no more attempts to escape would occur.
Hours passed, and her body got better and better at the seemingly impossible act of sucking the humans into her womb... She seemed to have learned how to flex the right muscles to draw them into her without using her hands, though she still used whatever new trick she could think of to get them inside. She stood on her head, letting their own weight draw them down inside, or told them to hold on to one of her favorite toys; if they could rescue one of their friends from her womb, they could both leave. She knew as soon as they touched her womb they would get drawn in and scraped off by the powerful grip of her cervix. She thrust them in with her tail, then used the long, slender limb to poke and probe at the others to be sure they were still alive. Trembling and cumming almost steadily, she fought the urge to just coil her tail around one and drag him or her in and out through her cervix until she was sated, and was just barely able to resist.
Why the humans were willing to believe that she was still going to let them go was a mystery; she was growing larger with each one she stuffed in and none of them were coming out of the room again... She finally decided it must have had something to do with hoping that she was letting them go after she took them into the other room, as none of them had yet seen into it for more than a few seconds. ...And it did have an exit to the outside, though it was blocked off at the moment. Finally, soaked with her own cum and bulging across the middle, she slowly sat up to realize that she had managed to force 25 of the 50 she had captured into her womb... and that there wasn't anymore room. She felt as if she was going to burst if she so much as put a finger in her sex... it was too much to do all at once, and if she didn't do it all at once, she would fail. The others would escape while she couldn't move; they might even kill her when they did.
There was only one option. She slowly got her feet under her, and hobbled over to the Orb, looking at the ball of evil energy with some worry. She wasn't completely sure it would fall for her ruse and accept that the souls in her belly were those of the unborn, but she had no choice. "I offer these souls I carry within me to you, in exchange, one for one, for the souls of the dragons you hold now within you." Without another word, she laid her body against the Orb. Violent, cold shocks raced through her, and for a moment, she thought she had made a horrible mistake. Then she saw that the dragon souls were indeed coming out of the Orb, hovering around her as the human souls within her were being sucked into it; the exchange was working!
To her surprise, the souls didn't simply enter her body and possess the now empty forms within... and she groaned in pleasure again as she felt and saw why. One by one, then entered as the humans had, squeezing their spiritual forms up into her sex and burrowing in waves of nearly overwhelming pleasure into her womb, to possess the various bodies within her. They were much larger than the humans had been; even in their spirit forms they were almost as large as she was! And yet some aspect of the magic allowed her tight sex and trembling tunnel to stretch gapingly wide to allow them into her womb. She came again and again, a pool of cum forming under her as she clung to the Orb, struggling to remain standing... She could actually see in the reflection on the rippling puddle as the lips of her sex spread wide, stretching impossibly to show the soft, pinkish flesh within as the ghostly dragons slid up into her body. "In my wildest dreams, D'tareth could never have done something like this to me..." Even as she thought it she felt embarrassed, but the feeling faded behind wave after wave of orgasmic sensation. When the last had entered her body, she collapsed to the floor, shaking all over.
"Hurry now." The voice in her mind made her blink in surprise. "There is not much time... we will help you, but you must hurry. These must sleep, or they will die soon." She nodded... her work wasn't quite done. Standing weakly, she was surprised to feel her belly shrinking; inside, the feel of bodies on bodies decreased, and she guessed they must be doing as the sheet had said: becoming eggs, ready to hatch into newly reborn dragons. She could feel them now, curling up before rapidly seeming to loose their features as they changed under the effects of the magic. Only three of them remained in human form, and they whispered things into her mind... She nodded then walked out of the room, filled with new purpose. She said not a word to the others, but dragged them into the back room, letting them smell the scent of her earlier pleasure (and a few of the other soldiers as well), then letting them see the Orb as she moved it to the middle of the room. "None of you so far was able to please me as I had wanted... so the rest of you will not be getting the chance." She gripped a soldier, and pressed his face to her sopping wet mound. To her surprise, it was as if he was grabbed by some unseen force; before she could begin to truly enjoy it, he was gone, curling in her womb. "Hey... not so fast...?" She couldn't keep the whimper out of her mindvoice, and the spirits within her sent soft waves of amused pleasure through her in return. "OF course... you deserve this for all your help." The next guard went in just slow enough to set off her orgasm, making her smile as she leaned against the Orb. The exchange was almost as quick, and the soul of a dragon leaped from the Orb into her tunnel, burrowing in deeply to possess the body within, leaving her breathless from two orgasms in as many minutes.
The spirits within paused only long enough to let her catch her breath, then had her move to the next... and the next. When the three who had remained awake had no air left in their lungs at all and were about to expire, they converted themselves to eggs, letting others take over. Hours passed, and Ar'enya twitched and shuddered through multiple orgasms through the entire process, eyes closed in bliss as she was stretched and massaged and filled again and again, her belly slowly swelling out as more and more eggs filled her womb. Finally, she collapsed completely, hearing a soft "Thank you..." in her mind as the last of the forms inside changed to into an egg, leaving her womb filled with 50 soon to be reborn black dragons... her children. "I did it, D'tareth... They're all free..." With that last thought, she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of her mate, and their oddly conceived children.
Epilogue
Many months had passed and the town had taken over the barracks and Tower of the Black Crusade, letting them pass as most annoying things do with time. They were preparing a new force to care for the town; much less power than the Crusaders, but... who needed heavily armed guards in a border town anyway?
In her cavern in the forest, Ar'enya walked around the new area she had cleared in the cavern. No one had come anywhere near her home since the Crusade had so mysteriously vanished; as far as people were concerned, the Wilds could take care of itself, and they would leave it alone... and it would turn out to be a good thing in the end. She smiled and looked to the nest in one corner, piled high with eggs, ready to hatch any day now, and grinned to herself. It would be REALLY hard for them to try to control the Wilds now anyway, with a new clan of dragons living in them.
((I have a question of you other writers who see this; How do you write? Do you plan your stories out, thinking and making notes? Do you think of somerthing really interesting and take your time, working each detail out? Or are you like me, who gets hit with an idea, then writes thirteen pages of text in 3 hours? ^_^ ...Ow, my wrist...! Leave me some comments!))_