The Birth of a Queen
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Summery:
For too long, the royal maidservant, who is the one next in line to the kingdom's throne, served the lineage usurpers. The one's beauty and health withered with years passed of hardworking with little rest and having time to herself. Her royal family line, of course, stayed in secrecy; therefore, she plotted against the monarch she served to get back her rightful rule. But it required the years of planning, scheming and perfect time to strike to the execute her plan of revenge. However, her plans for vengeance were not executed exactly the way she expected them to.
Disclaimer:
This work contains heavy description of porn fetishes and various of kinks that some may not find appealing in the heavy and serious story plot.
Originally written for Archive of our own.
Reader's discretion is advised.
This work is co-written in July 2022 both by me and Discord user CadenceOfFate (cadenceiscanon)
You have been warned. Have a good read.
In the centre of the continent, in the distant lands, stood a kingdom named Iridea. The land of Iridea was prosperous. Its soil was fertile due to the kingdom's borders being surrounded by mountains with dormant volcanoes and the rivers crossing the land. The mountains themselves provided the kingdom's natural defence from the neighbouring countries and were rich in materials, especially after the active volcanoes had finally subdued. This age for prosperity for Iridea. In the centre of the kingdom, the capital of Iridea on the hill, stood a palace where monarchs ruled. The cities and castles were made of stone and basalt, symbolizing that the land once was of fire, now the land of a new flourishing beginning. Or at least it was, but not under Chelsia II and Vesuvius III's rule. So the wealthy grounds went towards the palace, increasing the monarchs' personal treasury and greed for themselves. And to keep their power on the throne, the share of the wealthy lands went towards nobles and the private army that supported their monarch deeds. So the common folk become poorer, while the rich become richer. In the palace worked a particular servant-maid for more than twenty years under Chelsia and Vesuvius's rules, who was called Sophie. She applied to the position of palace servant when she was a teen. Her current looks and shape contradict her age. Her feeble, unattractive and dried looks are visible to all, yet she was way younger than the queen herself - and the monarch looked more voluptuous and stunning than her. Sophie's natural beauty was all gone in the first years of the constant torture and abuse to try to serve her masters.
Sophie served the tyrants, her parent's killers, and her fraud rules for twenty years. This is the secret only Sophie knows. Sophie is a member of the noble house Gallomour family, the family line that rightfully belongs to the throne. But her parents did not have a chance to even get to the throne. Her aunt, Chelsia, desired to claim it instead by assassinating her parents. She was thirteen and survived the attempt by some miracle. But the property and her line belongings were stripped, and she became poor. Sophie endured all these years as a maid for her family's killers and endured their abuse for the only simple reason - she wants revenge and to claim her right to the throne. But the maidservant has a huge problem. She is an illegitimate member of Gallomours. And even if she poisons the monarchs and there is a slight chance she will get away with it, the aunt's family will claim the crown, or the kingdom will fall under a regency. So Sophie has to claim the throne and show everyone in the Iridea that she is a powerful monarch, presented and visible to all, capable of ruling the entire kingdom. Therefore, it's impossible for the maiden without an alchemy intervention. Because the monarch needs to show their people: their might, their glory, their dominion.
After centuries of working in the palace, Sophie learned everything about the building, its secrets, and everyone's typical schedules and hidden passages over time by rote. The royal alchemist was absent and had to be present with other potion crafters and inventors in the seminar meeting. The king and queen were busy with their advisors and royal allied men in the throne room hall. This was Sophie's chance. She was working hard and long. Now it's all and nothing. The final preparations in the locked alchemist room with her alone there with ingredients on the table she gathered through bought by sneakily stealing from the crown's treasury, collecting herself, or even going far and selling her own last remembrance of the family accessories she hid and hoard for years. She sold her favourite childhood necklace, made of gold, Mythril and decorated with real rubins and other expensive rare gems, for a flacon filled worth of the fresh and natural pleasure fluids of a rarest and the most powerful breed of the dragons - the archdragons. The necklace costs as worth as the entire palace, and the motherly great dragoness' flacon worth of vaginal fluid is worth her necklace. But now, b-cup skinny Sophie has everything to make the potion to bring her beautiful shape back and grant her strength to defeat the army. At least, these was the grand alchemy tome of potion brew recipe claimed to do. Nonetheless, the potion making is in progress.
The maidservant poured over the pages, preparing the potion to the hundredth of a second, 3 hourglasses running at once just to guarantee the timing was correct. She'd given everything she was, her identity, her possessions, her freedom, her dignity, years of her life for this moment: She would not fail now. Sophie wipes her brow as she gingerly pours in the pleasure fluids, the final drop measuring exactly the potion's specifications. The scent of them was strangely, viscerally arousing, causing her to almost bring a hand to her crotch before she re-focused. It was certainly potent enough to work, but she couldn't distract herself with carnal pleasures just yet. After a final sprinkling of leaves from a tree struck by lightning, a dash of dried changeling blood, and a hearty stirring, the concoction finally took the desired color: A bright, flickering orange-red elixir, subtly sparkling, like liquid dragonfire. It was perfect. Sophie hastily poured the potion into a large vial, roughly 3 times the recommended amount. Unlike the extensive warnings and side effect labels on the rest of the recipe, there was no warning for taking too much, so she reasoned it would simply guarantee her transformation. She couldn't take the risk of the dosage being too low, or too slow-acting: It was today. There was no more space for caution, only action. So she capped the elixir, and began to walk to the throne room, leaving what was left in the cauldron to spoil with time.
There she stood, the bastard daughter of the Gallamours, right before the locked doors of the throne hall, the key to her vengeance in hand. Her hands shook, but she knew it was time. HER time. She would reach her glorious power in full view of everyone, and take her rightful place on the throne. The maidservant knew it would take a few moments for the potion to begin it's work, so she ripped away the cork and put the vial to her lips, drinking with reckless abandon. And oh, did it sting. It was warm, and spiced, but not unpleasant, like an exotic meal or a comforting campfire after a day in the frigid cold. The smell was similarly warm, a firey assault on her nose, but it was also strangely... musky, like the most potent, virile spunk she'd ever smelled. At least it brought her comfort in the worth of the fluid's she had sacrificed her necklace for. Even through the burn, she did not stop gorging herself on the liquid flame until the very last drop had slid down her throat. Stepping forward, the half-sleeping guardsmen ignoring her passing, Sophie took a heavy, labored breath, her stomach still sweltering from the concoction, and she swung the massive double doors open, the guards staring on in bewilderment as she stepped into the crowded royal hall.
"CHELSIA AND VESUVIUS, I INVOKE ROYAL PARLEY!!!" She shouts, the babbling of nobility falling hushed as the guards froze in their tracks. None had invoked the ancient law of royal parley in what must've been a hundred years. The conviction burning in her eyes outshone the massive braziers lining the walls as she stepped forward.
"Your rule has no standing! You were the assassins of the Gallamour monarchs, a grim crime of which I am living proof! I am Sophie Gallamour, rightful queen of Iridia, and your treachery will stand no longer!"
The throne hall, the most extensive and longest room of the palace that alone could fit a thousand standing individuals. At the end of the hallway stood two thrones, and on them sat the king Vesuvius and the queen Chelsia. Their advisors were next to them, royal members to the monarchs, their noble allies and supporters, and then the kingdom's warlords. The meeting was held to discuss the next steps for the future of the Iridea and was abruptly interrupted by the shouting maidservant coming from the main doors. The royal hall gathers were stunned; some outraged by the invoked royal parley made by the mere peasant. The audible whispers between the members and the gathers' focus were now on the storming in servant. Her eyes glow with bright orange, brighter than a torch. Vesuvius the third, the middle-aged man, the black haired with a long black beard and average size and shape, stood up from his throne room with an angry yell back:
"What is the meaning of this?!" The whole hall went into a gasp and onto a dumbfounded state after Sophie's claim. The rushed and more chaotic whispers sound came from the gatherers. Clearly, nobody had expected it, and the standing guard with their halberds only stood at the ready, although too were confused by the spectacle. The queen, Chelsia the Second, the curvy older adult with scarlet wavy hair, stood up and shouted the orders to a nearby guard.
"Guards!" she yelled. "Cease her!" The only person who recognized Sophie happened to be the queen herself now. And she will now fix her past mistake where the girl survived. The queen will not have her throne threatened. The nearby guard followed the orders and got close to Sophie, who now eyed them with anticipation. Her gaze made them flinch and stop in their tracks. They were frightened by the maiden's burning stare.
"What you waiting for?" the king demanded. "Cease the lunatic servant at once!"
But the Sophie was only grinning, and she felt good. She felt how her body was surging with newfound strength and felt like she could lift the guard with one of her arms, while her body shape hadn't changed a bit. The confidence is rushing her mind. Things are going now perfectly. Only she has to now display her strength on the shaking "royal" guards. The two halberdiers couldn't do anything. Only they finally followed orders when two more came to support. The display was stunning to the crowd and embarrassing at the same time. Four guards were required to halt a skinny woman. But before they could restrain her, she loudly burped. It again dazed the hall with how loud it was. It shocked Sohpie either, the one who burped.
"What did I just do, I... BURP..." She belched again and as loud as before. Sophie held her stomach as she felt a weird and hot sensation forming in her stomach. Gases formed in her stomach, and it made her burp again uncontrollably. The sound of brash coming from the maiden sounded like an average inn drunk after consuming a whole barrel of ale. Sophie gripped her belly harder as she felt her stomach pain and twisting. Sophie burped again for the last time, but it was even louder, and real dark grey smoke came from her mouth. The guards backed away, and the people gasped and only frozen, looking now at the servant who once stood there in the centre of the attention, falling on her knees, clenching her stomach now and being suddenly distressed. She pained and grunted, lying on the carpet floor. The sounds of snapping and popping are heard in the entire hall. Something is wrong, and only what they can do is watch what is about to happen. Everyone now silently stared at the maidservant in pain, anticipating what shall happen.
The guards staggered back as the petite woman erupted with a soul-shattering roar, head thrown back billowing a jagged cloud of smoke. She was pulled up by phantom strings, knees forward, back up and stiff as her spine began to slightly bulge through her skin. Her back muscles tighten and spasm with waves of sweltering heat, pushing her figure up. She howls as her ribcage juts outwards feeling her lungs forced to choke on a crashing wave of air, causing her to fall and wretch a small stream of flame onto the stone floor, guests jumping back in shock. She had no time to consider her shame, nor her family's murderers, everything blended together in the burning sensations as her body began to tear itself apart in preparation for rebirth. Sophie could feel her organs shift and gurgle, flaring and stinging in the supernatural heat.
" URRK- UUURP-HELP M-BWAAAAARG!!!" Her words were stifled by the furnace billowing up her throat, strange volcanic gasses overpowering her senses and bathing her further in the flame within. As if to answer her please for help, she feels a stiff tightening as her muscles grow rapidly, hardening under her strained skin to shield the delicate internal metamorphosis. The bulk ran up her forearms, pulling her bones with it, her fingernails creeping out into formidable claws. Her elbows grew outward, cheekbones pull out against her face, and her back began to ache tenfold as her spine readied itself for the changes yet to come.
Finally, the smoke begins to thin out, and for a moment, her transformation subsides to subtle aches. She blinks her eyes, realizing the smoke no longer irritated them, and looked at the throne room with new eyes. Her vision was dagger sharp, able to point out the smallest pore on the skin of the furthest noble at the congregation. Through the grand windows, she could make out the petty orphanage at the very edge of the kingdom, the depths from which she's had to climb to get here. In relief, she breathed deeply through her nose, a whole new world entering her mind. It was like seeing new colors- She could smell the dyes used to stain the windows, and could make out most every material used in Chesia's elaborate perfumes. It should have been overwhelming, breaking her mind under the new sensation, but it felt... right. Like she was blinded her whole life, and only now did she see even a fragment of the world she could have had. The world she DESERVED.
"Grrrrrr..." She let out a low roar to the hall, seeing everyone except the monarchs cowering behind the scattered guardsmen, fruitlessly trying to guard them from her. It was then, seeing the throne hall, that she realized: She'd grown. Not too much, well, not to a dragon's height. But she was still about a head taller than the queen's tallest guard. Her suspicions were undeniable: She was no demon, no spirit. Her body was becoming that of a dragon. And with this dawning acceptance, she let out a low laugh.
"D-Do you see now, Chelsia?" She put a hand to the ground as the pain began to return to her body. "The true price? Of... BRRP...of your greed?" She clambered back down to the ground, the pain tearing at her back like a legion's worth of arrows, dragging her back into the sea of dragon's fire.
" RAAAAARRRGH!!!" Sophie's roar of anguish shattered the intricate glass windows, throwing the panicking onlookers into a frenzy, all of them clutching the wall and hiding behind chairs, not one of them willing to come near the true heir in her draconic transition. She scrapes an arm against the carved stone floor as her shoulders flare with a burst of pain, her bones aching... and growing. Growing out, flat against her back, just beneath the skin. Like webs, or waves... or wings. The fan of scales pressed against her back, pulling her skin to a pale thin as a she dug her claws deeper into the castle. Tears form in her eyes as she screams, legs cracking and bending back into a digitigrade form. Her clothes hold together by threads, their tight hold keeping her stretched skin together as her nose pulls her maw forth into the budding start of a draconic snout. Her pants are rendered totally useless, tearing aside to make way for the growing stub of a tail stretching out from her spine. She could see the gleaming diamonds just beneath her skin, fresh scales, eager to burst out. She just needed to push through the pain: To become what she was always meant to be.
The useless fabric of wearing clothes burst out and exposed its growing and changing form of the Sophie. The dragons do not need to cover their physique in shame. On the contrary, they are proud of their looks. The nudity was visible to the entire hall, her expanding chest and buttocks with thighs visible to all, making the keep growing Sophie, who is now three times bigger.
"Huff. Augh."
The pain was still excruciating. The changes, bulges, bones snapping, and everything all happening under the weak human flesh, but the form progressively resembles one of the dragons. The guards tried to do something and stopped the beast by killing it, only to witness that their sharp weapon couldn't even leave a scratch. The growing tail burst through the pressure, spilling blood onto the guards, and it landed on the ground, which kept getting bigger and longer. While covered in blood, the dragon scales are beautiful hard and silver in colour. She swiped the guards with ease with her long tail as if they were ragdolls. Sophie could use the tail now as naturally.
"Grrrr. Grah!"
The new limbs from her back also burst through her flesh after so much pressure. The four arms resembled limbs, growing and coming from her back. Then the new limbs change into wings. They shall become great and powerful, granting her blessing to conquer the skies. The wings' draconic fabric looked like giant golden feathers in shape. Sophie's fingers long like split open to free draconic ones. The sharp fingertips to dig any stone with ease replaces her human nails. The legs ripped away open to free dragon reptilian ones. The ankles are long like gone from the foot, being now high. Her thumb toes pushed back-sideway to walk on twos and on fours more leisurely.
The head of the ex-maiden as well is barely hanging. The face halfway resembles a draconic muzzle, but the human flesh mask resists freeing the proper head. Her human teeth, which only could eat the soft meal, were pushed out of the way and fell onto the floor. The new dagger-like solid teeth are as big as swords: can now eat and bite through any protection and crunch the heaviest metal. Two rows of teeth weren't enough and the new set of them grew near the tongue - making her having now four rows of deadly teeth. The human eyes from the start are long gone. The eyes were now covered in black while the iris was red; the pupil was reptilian and vertical slit.
"Grrgh. Graahhh!... sloosh"
The dragon head had enough and slowly split open the human mask. The bloodied scaled muzzle pushes through the opening, making the flesh open more and downwards. It was a nightmare for her viewers and made some collapse unconscious from the horrific display. Sophie's neck extends with snaps and force, making the head now reach the ceiling. The developed horns ripped through the scalp. Sophie now had to crotch down, and while the sensations were horrible and painful, she felt colossal pleasure when she got freed from the tight cage prison of an old form of the human. It made her wet, and the human pussy started to now leak the cum. But it served more as cork for the actual big draconic crotch, a dam for holding in pleasure. But while it is still there, she thought, why not give her humanity self the last pleasure? So she decided to masturbate in front of the crowd and her ex-masters. They have no authority or power to prevent something from her doing. She is now the authority here, and she will do what she desires.
Everyone understood that there was no escape from the growing archdragoness who challenged the authority. Some of shaking and frozen in fear, while others have long fainted. Some nobility is found who admired the sexiness and beauty of the beast. And with anticipation, they waited to see full glory and the heavy voluptuous looks. One of them even stopped hiding and came closer to kneel before the new forming queen. For this nobleman, there is no reason to fight; better submit to the new mighty ruler.
"Hah. Hah. Hah"
The new echoing, mighty, bestial but feminine voice was heard loud to all. Her moans could be even heard outside. Startling the everyone who were sentried or worked there. But the shake was even worse, as the archdragoness physique alone made the castle shake as if a small earthquake is happening. Sophie was masturbating her human pussy, and it was so small that only one finger now was inserted. But soon, her real cleavage will be revealed, and the dam shall burst through. Holding her fluids for her pleasure of giving more growth, robustness, and sexiness. The tits were milking in small amounts, and they were an obstacle for her keeping in archdragoness mighty tits. Sophie kept growing, and even lying down, the hall was too small, so she laid down on her back and tail. Almost reaching her full size, the human flesh cannot keep growing with the dragon. But her legs went through the castle's wall, making the holes since the throne hall itself is now a cage for the soon to be 38,27 meters in length (125,56 feet) Iredea's new queen and only monarch. Ageless and the most powerful to lead.
"GRAAAAUUUUGH!!!" Climactically, she plunged 3 fingers into what remained of her sopping human pussy, and reaches an explosive climax- A small waterfall erupted from her crotch as the stones in the walls shook with the weight of her orgasm. Her four massive, sky-blotting wings unfurled, toppling a set of support columns as her royal audience looked on in shock and horror. Her muscles flexing with the climax burst away all remaining traces of her humanity, sending hollow, lifeless flesh flying across the room as warm and reborn scales took it's place. Where her fingers now lie is her majestic, fertile draconic pussy, quivering lightly from the shock of her peak. Looking down, through the small bits of red dotting her iridescent silver scales, was the fully majesty of her chest: Each breast was the size of a noble's bedroom, and they each carried a castle cellar's worth of milk, gently dripping from oh-so sensitive nipples like a leaky tap. They were so heavy, yet her mountain-crushing muscles still held them upright easily. Even so, she needed to use her newly elongated neck just to see her own pussy. To the new queen's surprise, her eagle eyed vision could see even with most of her transformation done, her breasts were still swelling with warm, fertile milk. At this rate? Nearly all of her abdomen would be obscured by her sloshing breasts. She gave one of her nipples a gentle tug, and it sent a new wave of pleasure through her, the milk spray shooting onto some of the onlooking nobles. She didn't mind. If anything, they should be grateful to see her majesty, to witness her grand ascension. To see her play with herself was a PRIVELAGE. With swelling confidence, she gently cupped her breasts and craned her neck around to see her rear. And oh, was it massive.
Sophie thought her hips looked somewhat wide from the front, but nothing could've prepared her for the sight of her ass. Hunched down like this, she could see each cheek nicely divided by her curiously swinging tail. They were juicy, soft- she could sit anywhere she wanted and it'd feel like a throne of velvet cushions. She considered for a moment, the sensation of someone's face between them, suffocating under her majesty, worshipping her- but alas, no one was large enough to satisfy her. Nay, none were WORTHY of the pleasures of her body. She turned back to her breasts, eager to explore the massive jugs that now occupied so much of her body. The archdragoness caressed, her nipples, biting a scaled lip as she watched them begin to spurt and pour into the existing pool of her own juices. Even having gained them today, she felt like she hadn't milked her overburdened bust in centuries. She needed a release. "Again?" She thought, but she quickly quenched her doubt. She needed more. More pleasure, more shocked gasps as she fell deeper into monstrous depravity. They would bask in her gorgeous and terrible visage, drown in her warm and potent fluids, and they'd LIKE it. So, she took one hand to her left nipple, a second to her already needy nethers, and began to caress.
"Hah. H-Hah. Grr-ungh. Hah..." Her nipple gratefully began leaking, the fluids beginning to run down her body and over her pussy as she gently massaged her folds. It was such a gentle touch, and it was already driving her crazy, wings flexing in rhythm with her fingers as the pool of fluid began to expand. The captive audience was already starting to back away from the growing pool, a fact that made her grin. They feared her. Finally, they FEARED her. And soon? They'd worship her. She gets impatient, plunging in her fingers with a shocked gasp at her own primal instinct.
"F-FUCK!!! Ungh..." She wasn't before, but with this metamorphosis, she was officially a squirter. She took a brief pause, unable to stop her own projectile leaking as it started to fill the room, her body blocking everywhere the fluid wanted to escape. Just as the excessive fluids began to slow, she began touching herself with newfound fervor, loving the release of pressure as her hips bucked into her fingers, feeling her plump pussy lips gush as she made small waves in the growing lake of pleasure, a hand milking her dragon teet like a farm cow. She was excessive, she was indulgent, she was terrifying, she was QUEEN. And nothing would take that from her. The dragon queen kept plunging her hand deeper, recklessly, fully indulgent, her moans slowly shaking the remaining pillars as her fluids bathed her. Her nipples were rosy from the lactation, and yet they still sprayed. She loved the intoxicating feeling of lubricating her massive dragon cunt with her own milk, she loved being so shameless. It was a dream before, but now? The pleasure was oxygen. It was everything. She started spewing sweet smoke from her nose as she got closer to the edge, her bucking hips starting to shake the ceiling as she just kept plunging faster, deeper, harder!
"Ungh, Hah, Hah, Grrng, NNNG, I'm, I'm I'M..." Blissfully running with her own fluid, she hit her second, rapid climax, jetting forward hard enough to knock her hips back a bit from the sheer force. It scraped a bit of the polish off the ornate stone floors from the sheer torrent of fluids coming from her blazing crotch. Her milk sprayed along the walls as she rode out the waves of adrenaline, tongue hanging out in sheer bliss. The smell in her new nose was like a field of gentle, but pungent flowers- a pleasant, primal scent now bathing the whole of the throne room. As the pressure finally began to subside, she slumped over, having given so much, yet no less energized, no less excited.
As she took a break from her lustful madness, a small bit of clarity coming to her through the draconic pleasure, she had a dawning epiphany. One of true unity between calculated vengeance and primal lust. All of the dirt of the kingdom, all it's corruption, was here in this room. All of it could be wiped clean today. And her womb, hiding just beneath her hungering pussy, was feeling oh so empty… too empty. The thought that came to mind was insane, deprived, and yet… it was perfect.
The entire hall felt like a small cage or a doll house for the mighty queen, who had to sit and bend to not hit the ceiling of the biggest room of the palace. Her trying to fit in is laughable, her legs went through the walls long ago, and her massive tail blocked the remaining exits from here, trying to curve itself into every open space. The grant walls and the floors are soaked in the archdragoness lactated milk and vaginal juice. The surface itself made an entire flooded reservoir that reaches the foot level of everyone present. Those who lay unconscious on their belly better not drown in Sophie's bodily fluids. The high pressure in the extreme amount of squirt targeted the location of Chelsia and Vesuvius, making them pressed next to the stone by the powerful weighty flow. The former king hit the wall hard, falling unconscious, while the former queen endured the agonizing half-minute of getting hit endlessly by warm, great dragoness cum. They both were entirely white and covered in the Sohpie's vaginal liquid when it was over. Their crowns fell from their heads onto the flooded white liquid floor. When it was over, Chelsia had to cough out the cum in her mouth and tried with her hand to wash out her face from the goo and liquidly warm hot. But unfortunately, the clothes she wore affected the genital juice, and all of the dresses gave up, shredding the fabric into useless pieces - leaving her naked and bodily exposed. But it was not only her but everyone inside who was hit by the juices and had their fabric made useless. Some were left bare, some half and others remained with their clothes which were lucky enough to not get him but the colossal fountain stream of milk. Everyone is frightened, embarrassed and humiliated. All thanks to the transformed gargantuan being.
Nude Chelsia could only stare frozen at her sexualized great dragoness niece. Her E-cup physique cannot even challenge the goddess granted like N-cup sized. With her body alone, Sophie holds the entire hall hostage. And she knows they cannot even harm her. For the ex-queen still waxed in dragoness' juices, the only way out of this is to submit to her niece and plea.
"S-Sophie," she starts but still quivering with fear and abasement. "Y-you have won. The throne is Y-yours, my niece. I-I d-did you wrong. We all did. P-please find k-kindness in your heart and forgive us. Y-y-you are the rightful ruler, not me, not us. You are the queen."
Sophie could only stare hungrily and wrathful at her pesky aunt. Cinders and smoke came out from her draconic snout from the spite. Her majestic tits and a huge pussy still leaking, but not on an extreme scale like before. However, her womb feels hollow. As it finds to be filled. Impregnated. Hunger comes from her agape cumming crotch lips. The idea comes for this archdragoness, and she wickedly crooked a sharp-teeth smile. She knows a perfect punishment for the vermin of her kingdom's corruption.
"You are correct in one thing, I'm the Queen..." Great dragoness booming female voice alone shook the entire hall. Not surprising when a being as powerful as they are this big and have to bend down in a tight location of the so-called "massive throne hall". Sophie continued. "The first order of her new majesty - retribution." she said.
Sophie started to pick up the scattered nobles as if they were giant bugs in size for her. Finally, a group of five could fit onto her clenched talon. Picking them up, she immediately, without hesitation, shoved them inside her leaking womanhood - making everyone else and especially in front Chelsia watch with horror. Archdragoness moaned, feeling how tiny nobles were squirming and touching her meat insides of the pussy. The muffles screams can be heard as Sophie pushes humans with her claw-fingers deeper into her squirting, hungry womb; it seems to be her third masturbation. But it wasn't enough to satisfy her hungry womb as five nobles were insignificant. Likely fivefold of them are hopelessly trapped. So she started to grab another, shove it inside, and repeat the same process. She worked with both of her arms, searching through the hall and touching her flooded bodily liquids, which started to fill up again by her leaking stream of breast milk and squirting pussy. There were no second thoughts for her, thoughts that what she was doing was morally wrong. She didn't care for the unscrupulous aristocrats. She treats them as immoral as they were in their centuries in charge. And, of course, Sophie has to cease her uterus' needs. Archdragoness intentionally haven't picked up the formal queen yet. She saved her for later, making her watch how she, without hesitation, shoved her crooked partners and her unconscious husband into her pussy and never to see them again. At least, yet. On the other hand, Sophie feels a bit satisfied with her work. Dealing with the rubbish of the Iridea by her vagina consuming them and gulping deeper into the womb, where they are crowded and squirming with fear and insanity in her squishy, slimy, totally dark, yet warm and comfortable place.
Now it was a turn for her aunt. But she didn't want to do it by force. Oh no. She wanted her willingly to shove themselves inside. Archdragoness made her legs spread more, destroying the walls even further, and with her, both hands made her pussy as gape as possible, open as the size of a large door filled with incoming cum. The only thing Sophie said to her aunt was this. "You know what to do."
Chelsia, nude, covered with her gargantuan niece's cum, saw her subjects and her loving husband shoved into archdragoness' womanhood as if she was hungry for candies. And now, she only shakily could stare at the presented exposed pussy with a mockingly "welcoming" feeling made for her. But, of course, the ex-queen was hesitant and stood there stunned, only awoken by the stooper by the archdragoness.
"We don't have the whole day," she said viciously. The nude woman still only could stand there, but after gulping, she slowly walked toward Sophie. Passing by the soaked floor juices, which now reached above the foot level. She came closer and closer to the great dragoness' enlarged open pussy. She was crying, weeping for things she is done, and now that was her fate. Getting unberthed by her maidservant. She went inside into agape made vagina, and Sophie closed it and, with her finger, shoved Chelsia deeper into her womb.
At last, Sophie did it. Her revenge, retribution, the immoral vengeance! And now, her rightful position. There won't be no scum and nobility in her kingdom. All the power, all the might, all the Iridea is hers. And only hers. Entire consumed through her pussy - the royal court will have its own rebirth and new life as her birthed children. Their identity and memories will vanish, and they will be turned into giant Archdragon eggies, hyper pregnant the gargantuan queen with an egg clutch of over fifty. Sophie doesn't know this yet, but the dragon instincts and hers still affected permanent transformation potion knows this. So only she had to do was wait a bit for the magic to happen. The first nobility that was shoved into her womb started to lose their form of the human. They were becoming oval-shaped, fattening and growing in size. Expanding rapidly. While their arms and legs shrink into the body mass. Rich clothes burst from the weighty and significant body physique. The human skin hardened into the sturdiest shell cover while their insides softened and liquidated into albumen, and their organs shifted and turned into the yolk. Those who were unberthed recently could only scream, squirm, panic and despair await their new fate. But there found those who drove into the manic insanity. They were_ _assured that their new queen gave her blessing, her portion of power, and they will emerge as beautiful and mighty as her. Everyone in the womb will turn into 5 meters sized archdragon eggies, including Chelsia and Vesuvius.
Sophie- No, Queen Sophia had to make a statement. She had to tell her people their age of darkness had ended. That they would be safe, children of a great dragoness, whose wings could guard the kingdom for thousands of centuries to come. They would no longer pay tribute to petty, self-important humans. They would pay their tribute to their dragon-goddess, and worship her. Oh, she could almost taste their praise. The throne hall was useless now- empty, tainted by years of corruption, and unable to even properly hold the dragoness's fluids, let alone her full majesty. She stretched out her wings, feeling the walls begins to collapse, and jumped up through the ceiling, taking flight for the first time with her 4 majestic, sky-breaking wings. As she took off, a massive portion of the castle began to collapse, and she looked back not with mourning, but with contentment. Her new era had begun, she had no more use for the remnants of her bondage. As she climbed higher, the air felt clean for the first time in her whole life: The world beneath her was so small, so insignificant. She was free of that humanity that had shackled her to such a little life. And among the clouds? It was a much brighter future. The future she DESERVED. Triumphantly, she cried out to the heavens in a roar that drowned out even the collapse of the castle front.
"RAAAAAAARRRGGHH!!! HAHA, PEOPLE OF IRIDEA!!! YOUR TRUE QUEEN IS HERE!!!" The queen didn't need to hide her form. She was no snake. She would show them her true, authentic self. The ruler her people needed. She did a circle around her castle, the dust of the collapse pulling up into a small whirlwind with the beating of her wings, before soaring to the nearby cliffside above the crown city, eager to address her subjects.
"Greetings, my adoring subjects! I understand you may be confused, but worry not! This dark era of lies and bloodshed is at its end!" Even with the slight raise of her voice, she could feel her voice carry across all the city, the sky trembling with her decree.
"I am Queen Sophia. My aunt, Chelsia, was an imposter to the throne, who murdered my parents in cold blood. I walked among you all for years, as but a common maid, and I've dreamt my whole life of undoing their treachery. Now, the day has come!" Her heightened senses could hear them startled, confused. But she knew they would see. They would come to adore their queen. They had no choice.
"You now stare at the draconic majesty of a true monarch! I revealed this majesty to the rotten, corrupt courts that had abused you all for so long, and they could not withstand my majesty! Now? They are no more, the last of their identity fading as we speak!" They didn't need to know the specifics of their end. After all, it was a new beginning- She could already feel the corruption melting away within her, being replaced with her pure, powerful essence.
"No longer will you toil at the hands of hollow, scheming despots! No longer will you starve while the unworthy fatten on the fruits of your labour!"
And then, she heard it: Cheering. Slowly, at first, but they began to applaud her. They began to realize, although cautiously, the prosperity she would bring. It brought her fiery heart to a flutter.
"I will bring the fields back to their luscious prime! I will cease the heartless practice of sending our soldiers to die in someone else's petty war! I WILL GIVE IRIDEA BACK TO IT'S PEOPLE!!!" Oh, how the roaring applause filled her blackened soul. She had purpose. Real, righteous purpose. Her destiny laid out before her, and it was glorious.
"All I ask for is your adoration! Your tribute, your faith! Recognise me as your rightful queen! Proclaim it to the heavens! Love me as I have loved you, and I will gift you a kingdom of wonder and prosperity the likes of which you've never dreamed! TELL ME, PEOPLE OF IRIDEA!!! WHO IS YOUR QUEEN!?!?!" And oh, did they respond. Hundreds of thousands, all calling out HER name. They loved her. She feared they might reject her monstrous form, but they saw the power she commanded. They saw the ferocious and feminine grace of her form, the passion in her words, and it stirred them to love her like they- no, even GREATER than they ever loved Chelsia. It was euphoric.
"Thank you, my children! Your praise means heavens and earth to me!" She felt a small disturbance in her stomach, having to look around her massive breasts to see the slight bump in her abdomen. It would be time soon, to lay her clutch.
" I must go now, but do not fret! My soldiers will cease their excessive taxation until we discern the new, fairer method of tribute." She looks down to the hill she'd sat on with a grin.
"Construction of a new, grander castle worthy of my majesty begins today, right where I stand! Befitting both my status and size, of course~ Your glorious future awaits, Iridians! REJOICE!!!" She listened to the symphony of their applause as she lifted up to the sky on her fourfold wings, giving a fly over the city as she roared triumphantly over her people.
After finishing parading her majestic curves and sun-blotting wings across the skies above her kingdom, she began to fly back to the castle ruins, already feeling herself grow more exhausted.
"I suppose it makes sense..." Sophia admitted as she soared closer to the once-mighty building. "...Even for someone of my majesty, gaining a new form is exhausting..." But as she flew, it dawned on her that it was not the effort of her metamorphosis, but the growing clutch in her womb that began to weigh her down.
"Funny, isn't it?" She snorted a bit of smoke in amusement. "My breasts could likely crush an army under their fertile majesty, and I fly just fine with them swaying in the winds! Yet, this small bump begins to drag me down?" In preparation for the beautiful advent of her first clutch, and the true redemption of her kingdom, she swung around the castle walls and back to the sprawling castle gardens.
The great dragoness landed in the palace's garden on fours. Her great hanging N-cup tits almost touched the surface. She walked closer to the vegetation and open space grass field where she could deliver her majesty's first labour. With every step she made, the ground shook from stomp. Every movement she did, her massive boobs and massive ass jolting for every made step. Sophie didn't care that she destroyed bushes by walking through them and tail-hitting them. She needed a good spot. Slowly, the humans inside her womb turn into huge eggs. Her new young. And while they were changing, the queen's belly started to stretch forward and bulge. Her pregnancy alone weighting her down heavily and exhausts her. The stomach makes the sound of a growl and gurgles as it expands. After she found a good enough spot, Sophie sat on the grass. The belly already has doubled in size and keeps slowly growing. Thanks to the long neck to see past her enormous chest, she could see her now pregnant belly, which feels like a nine-month pregnancy and keeps expanding. The archdragoness put her right arm on her growing stomach. She could feel the hardiness of her eggs, her future children.
"Soon, you will come out," she says. "I shall nurture for the better, and you will defend my people." It's funny, as she is about to birth to her own aunt. Imagine saying to a sane person what exact fate happened to the corrupt nobility. Entirely cover them into her own bodily juices, shove them inside her womb, and then birth them out as her large dragon eggs. Everything is so maddening, and therefore she will keep it a secret.
Those who worked in the garden saw their new giant dragoness queen sitting near the garden. They saw her vast belly that kept audibly expanding and her nude hourglass physique; the queen told them to go to their homes, take the day off, and leave her alone. Of course, the workers were grateful for their merciful queen but desired to stay a bit longer to admire her body, beauty, and sexiness. However, they won't challenge the archdragoness' orders. Sophie's pregnant belly was now three times bigger than it was before. The massive round object is getting more significant than herself in size and weight. The 5 meters sized eggs (16.41 feet) and each sized bigger or smaller, are now getting too much for 38,27 meters sized queen (125,56 feet). Sophie will never understand how her body is still adjusting and holding over fifty eggs. Perhaps she needs to be thankful for the potion.
"Hrrr, grrr. You hefty bunch," she said in the struggle. Archdragoness have to now sit lower, on her knees. The pregnant belly was massive, and she used the surface ground as a support. If she finds herself gargantuan, the pregnant belly feels like there is another enormous dragon inside. Sophie breathes hard, she pants opening her maw and extending out her long tongue. It was time. She knows it. Archdragoness spread out her kneeling legs as best as possible, making at least some room between her massive N-cup butt and her thighs. Her vagina needs free space to lay the eggs. She raised her long tail and kept it that way until she will be strong enough to sit in a squat position. Right now, the hyper pregnancy anchors her down.
" Psssssh"
The water broke, and her pussy released an incoming pressured stream of water womb. It kept coming out on the grassy garden, creating the pond of her bodily fluid. But while it was unfolding, Sophie could feel how a large object came through her uterus and moved towards her womanhood canal.
"Huff. Huff. Huff. Hrgggh!" The egg slowly started to become visible and came from her vagina. The size wasn't like the people she consumed through her pussy. Now it was far larger and more challenging. Sophie kept pushing, and the gravity was helping to slowly but surely free the incoming first large egg. The oval shape object was covered in rigid, hardened material with silvery colour and texture. Visible some markings and wavery colours. It got much easier to push it out when the egg was halfway through. Then, it is sent into the grassy surface with a stream of womb water. Archdragoness panted hard but felt the relief when her hard work and the pain of stretching her pussy to free the egg was briefly over. But she feels how another egg is coming. The more she kept doing, the easier and more naturally it will become. She may even enjoy it and probably love it in an arousing way. The second egg was slowly getting pushed out of her pussy again, and it landed near its first one. Then, the water came out, and the third egg was coming.
"Hrgh. Who knew that giving birth such hard work... Argh!" She told through struggles and grit her teeth.
Sophia, now both queen and mother, began to feel the rest of the world fade away as she began to push the next egg in her new clutch. She grabbed what little of the ground she could, a single tear forming in one piercing eye, and pushed the child-to-be out with a thud. After only two breaths of relief, there it was: The next, unaware of its mother's labor, already returning to her tight, fertile canal with a firm, involuntary push. The dragoness reached down in desperation, to hold her pussy open for the overwhelming process of bringing her eggs into the world, when the cruel realization hit her: She couldn't reach herself anymore. Back in the puny excuse for a throne room, she had some issue reaching past her breasts, but her dripping womanhood was fully in reach, allowing her to explore her new, majestic curves. But with her egg-filled belly stretching out her soft underbelly, and her two sets of wings obscuring the already mountainous proportions of her wide, maternal hips... Her pregnancy had left her mobility compromised in more ways than she realized.
"Rrrrrg... hah, hah, HNNNGG-!" Unable to slow the birth, nor reach herself, Sophia did what she could and groped her plump backside before pulling at her soft, but nigh indestructible scales, hoping to widen her canal if only slightly. With another agonizingly whelming push, the egg gently tumbled into the small pile, the goliath mother's nethers quivering from exertion.
With another massive egg soon underway, she held herself tighter and tried to grit her teeth through the contractions. Flames licked at the back of her teeth as she pushed out the fifth, sixth, seventh… the gushing of her magically laced water began to flood outside the small puddle, the pool keeping the tumbling eggs safe from harm as Sophia labored at her brood. It was all consuming: No other thoughts existed, only the effort and struggle of birth, and the pleasurable relief of her eggs. She needed to do something to make it easier, something to help her through such harrowing labor... but the eighth and ninth had other plans. They weren't in sequence, no, they were right next to each other, giving no respite to her poor pussy. The dragoness pulled her arms to the ground, tail thrashing in the air at the effort. Tears the size of buckets streamed from her eyes as she lifted her head to the heavens and pushed.
" GWRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" The queen's fierce roar pierced the skyline with flame, a pillar of volcanic fury erupting into the air with her effort. The smoke began to drift through the sky as the two eggs finally found their place with the rest of the clutch. Thoughts hazy, and overwhelmed with strange and primal sensation, instinct overwhelmed her. Without hesitation, she twisted her massive form around, trampling many of the shrubs and the nearby forestry in the wake of her fourfold wings, but it was irrelevant. In that moment of draconic sensation, nothing mattered beyond her and her future children. She laid on her back, formidable and fierce even in such a submissive pose, and positioned her self across from the pond of eggs. She couldn't tell if she'd aligned exactly, considering both her gravid belly and sloshing breasts didn't allow much visibility, but it would be good enough.
It was then, staring at her titanic bust, that the dragon matron realized: She was lactating. Not the moderate amount before. She wasn't even sure if normal dragons lactated, or if it was another effect of the potion... but this was different. Warm, bountiful milk poured from her nipples in a subtle stream, each breast a decanter of vitality born from primal might. She brought a curious hand to her own nipple, and gasped as her sensitive breast briefly sprayed out milk like rain across part of the garden. It had to be tied to her maternity, logically. Her form was so resilient, a dragonet's bite would feel like a gentle feather... but in this moment, it served a different purpose. Carnal, pleasurable relief. The next was coming, and Sophia had no room in her mind for debate, only action. As her child-bearing hips braced, she began to tenderly caress her breasts, moaning softly in time with the grunts and huffing of her labor. The milk seemed to flow as endlessly as her beauty, running down down her chest and along the sides of her sculpted body, lapping up against her wings and teasingly dancing near her hips. As her fingers slide closer and closer to her nipples, the moment of birth looming ever closer. She threw her head back, tensed her body, clamped her nipples, and roared once more into the sky as she firmly pushed the egg out of her sopping wet pussy.
The dragoness's tail softly curled around her growing clutch as she delved deeper into her splendid depravity. She began fondling her immense chest as it leaked into her hands and along the curves of her mighty figure, it's stream and spray like a lover's touch. Her hands grew more bold in their exploration, first squeezing them not unlike a farmhand to a cow as she laid another egg, but then, prodding, groping, even rubbing them together like erotic pillows, holding tight for comfort as she birthed more dragon eggs. It seemed eternal, this moment of struggle and bliss. Time was meaningless, her surroundings pointless. Her body and her brood were all she needed, all that could cross her mind.
"Hah, hah, nnng, ungh, oh heavens…~" In a moment of pure self indulgence, drunk with pleasure and exhaustion, Sophia carefully brought one tender breast to her maw, gave her sore nipple a caring lick, and began to drink from her own fountain to taste what she'd be giving her children. And to her delight, it was definitely worthy of her kin. Unlike any cow's milk, it was warmer, sweeter, deeper. It defied description through normal means of sweet and savory. Her milk tasted of lifting one's head to an open sky, of basking in fire after a day's hike in the rain. It tasted of triumph, victory, and comfort. The comfort was so great it had soothed her aching and allowed her to swiftly push out two more eggs with little issue. Had she not released her maw to allow herself a breath, she may have never stopped drinking her lactated libation.
Basking in herself and her legacy, she grasped at her breasts with a breath of relief before she felt something worrying: This next egg was different, larger than the rest. No, it was two... The dragon queen threw her head back with a gasp, her breathing quickening. THREE EGGS. All at once. And they didn't seem to be in a straight line. She knew complications could arise, but this... they weren't even too far down her canal, and she already felt as though her hips were splitting. Another downpour of tears began to form in her blazing eyes as she heaved, feeling them rub against the inside of her womanhood with such brazen defiance... it should be agonizing, unbearable, but she was overwhelmed with strange, animalistic pleasures from how she was ravaged by her own fertility. The dragoness began running her fingers along her nipples like she were cleaning them, flooding her senses further as her hips began to buck, her tail gently hugging her clutch as she worked at her difficult contractions. Her wings spread out and fluttered lightly as her lower body quivered from the exertion. Her vagina was on fire, her tongue sticking out in a full, and her legs spread like she were anticipating a mate. A spare hand moves to caress her towering baby bump as the spare goes wild, toying with her chest like a throw pillow. Drenched in her own milk, deluded with pleasure, she pushed further, and further, her body at it's very limits, before...
"NNng, hah, NNNG, GRRUH, AHHH~!!!" Her juices exploded out her her poor, stretched pussy as the first popped out of her dripping womanhood. The second was drenched in her climax as she squirted wildly all over the brood pond, her juices sprinkling a large part of the garden from the sheer release of her unknown time laboring. Finally, her lower lips kissed the third as it slowly, excruciatingly fell from her waist, released from her pussy's grasp with a final, orgasmic moan.
"Hah. Hah. Hah. Ooahh." moaned Sophie. Her pregnant belly wasn't as huge as it was before. Half of the eggs were laid, curled around her long silvery tail and lying on the pool of her bodily juices. The N-cup breasts spilt out the milk throughout the royal garden, now feeding the plants with her breast milk. The sounds of her roars and moans were heard far; relatively near, folk were concerned about what was going on. Outside it the relatively sunny, with some large clouds passing by and blocking the rays of sunlight. The time itself was somewhere in the afternoon. Not raining, but her massive breasts did all the work instead. The archdragoness finally had enough freed weight to stand on twos, but her belly was still massive, and her labour wasn't finished. Sophie stood squatly while her tail curved around her watery-covered eggs. Her clawed hands were holding her crotch to open her womanhood wider. With her now squatting, it's going to be easier to push the eggs out, and speaking about them, her pussy again with high stream broke free with feelings of how another egg is coming.
"Oah. Oah. Oah. Ghrrrgh!" she moaned. The sensations no longer were of pain but of relief and sensual. Feeling how an egg pushed itself out from her agape-made vagina was bliss. And after an egg landed with the rest of the clutch, Sophie heavily squirted milk sprayed around the garden. Giving birth to that many eggs were not just exhausting, but it was also dehydrating. The queen feels the thirst, and she has to quench it. However, she cannot leave her clutch like that, and she hasn't finished to laid them. Then an idea hit her. Why not simply breastfeed her own massive-leaking tit?
Sophie raised her heavily lactating tit with one of her arms while her head moved down. She opened her maw and bit slightly bit her own right-boob nipple. Archdragoness squished the tit and breast sprayed the milk onto the suckling giant dragoness. Archdragoness started to suckle onto her own tit to clench her thirst. Moving around her long tongue and feeling her tasty-warm draconic goodness relief her needs. Suckling her own tit struck her with another sense of arousal, so with her left claw-hand, she inserted her fingers into the vagina and started to massage it. The masturbation increased the amount of coming out milk and vaginal juice. She was groping her breast, and she played with her pussy. The free tit which wasn't suckled on is spraying out like a hose onto the garden; the three-clawed fingers act like a cork, holding her juices while a little stream is coming off. Then she felt like her egg was coming through the vaginal canal and then was stopped by fingers. The egg can wait until she finishes. Right now, she needs some a little sexual fun. It was surprisingly arousing, pushing in her own egg back while she massaged her insides. She feels immense pressure for holding it all, creating a blockage, a dam from her fluids coming out with an egg. Archdragoness stopped suckling her tit that still spraying her milk. Instead, she licked her teeth and her scaled mouth. It's unbelievable how much fluids the storages physically, but maybe she is just a creature some incredible, so majestic, so apex - that even the rules of nature do not apply to her. No, the rules are bent towards her. But she wonders what kind of powers she possesses besides being a creature of fire, raw power and magic incarnate?
"Mm. I shall later test my power. Oah. Hah." She says between moans.
Sophie feels how another egg tried to come but stopped in line, and then another. Five eggs next in line to each other were prevented from being pushed out because of her fingers' insertion. Her vagina feels like a geyser, ready to release all at once. But archdragoness herself was not prepared. She needed that climax. So was now plunging her fingers faster, rougher, and deeper. Eggs getting pushed back and forth from her own fingers alone. She groped her tit, squeezing, massaging, making it spray the courtyard around as if it were hit by the milk rain, while the other tit created a fountain, a pool of her own filled milk. However, her own bodily fluids already made a giant pool around her before, but why not make it even more significant? Flooding the entire area like it was in the throne room?
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oah. Oah. I'm, I'm. I'M..." Finally, the moment has come. The giant queen released her fingers from her pussy, and an extreme stream of vaginal juice sprayed upon her clutch. Her eggs in her canal pushed out with an incoming flood of her juices. Only her tail was holding the eggs to not get washed out from the heavy stream. Her visage faced upwards with mouth open and the tongue hanging out. The tits, with immense pressure and stream, went up and covered the entire area with her own milk. Of course, some were landing onto the open draconic-muzzle of the queen. The whole thing lasted lasting full minute until it was slowly subdued. Never Sophie imagine how good it was laying eggs before. The real struggles back were worth it. Especially playing with eggs and preventing them from coming out. But she cannot do it forever. It can become tiring. And now she laying eggs with ease with a slight push. Her belly decreased massively as if around fifteen or more of them had left. It will be done soon.
"Soon, my clutch," she said. "This will be over. I will find an excellent caretakers to watch over you while I shall take care of my kingdom."