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The day after getting gangbanged by dragons, Aqua was barely able to move. Never before in her life had she been so thoroughly fucked; she was content to simply lay back, conserving her energy. The day after that, she was good to get up and move around—though she still winced if she used her legs too much, and her throat felt raw and tender.

Other than that, however, her body seemed unchanged. Had her theory been wrong? Had she not been impregnated by the Wyverns after all?

A few more days passed with no noticeable change, and Aqua resigned herself to the idea that perhaps the Dark Hide had been a biological anomaly, the equivalent of winning a once-in-a-lifetime genetic opportunity. But then, after one night of fitful sleep, she awoke with a worrying undercurrent of arousal that refused to go away. There was a curious weight to her belly, and her breasts seemed more tender. Her milk had never gone away, but the production had stepped up.

It had worked after all. She was pregnant—again.

She spent a few hours slowly stroking her belly, lost in thought. She was frustrated—frustrated that this had happened. Again. That she was going to bring unholy life, the spawn of darkness, a heart-devouring monster, into this world—again.

You could have fought them off, a deep and oft-ignored part of herself chastised. Let’s not pretend you couldn’t have. At any point, you could have annihilated those Heartless—pinned or no.

She ignored that inner voice, or chased it away, or rationalized to it. She was taken by surprise. Ambushed. Before she knew what was happening, the intercourse was already underway. And besides, she groused to herself, even if she had enjoyed that sex, had wanted it deep down, had reacted with excitement when she saw that mob of Wyverns high in the cave, that didn’t mean she was ready to breed for them.

But then why, her inner voice pressed her, did you feel a little bit upset yesterday when you thought you were not fertile?

She had no answer, and her inner self radiated smugness.

—

From that point on, it progressed quickly.

Within just a few days, her shirt no longer comfortably slipped over the top of her belly, and her shorts were uncharacteristically tight. As before, this Heartless pregnancy seemed to progress at an astounding rate. And, of course, there was just how turned on it left her.

Halfway through the second week, the globe of her belly already poking out from under her shirt, bare to the world, Aqua frequently stopped waddling around the Realm of Darkness to tend to herself. When she had first been aware of the pregnancy, her arousal had been a dull, quiet, easily-ignorable note, something that barely registered. But like a wave gathering height before breaking on the shore, now it was fierce and insistent, growing in power every day, and going even a few hours without tending to it by energetically rubbing her clit or plumbing her own depths with her fingers left her almost shaking with the need for satiation.

One afternoon—or what passed for afternoon in this perpetually-shadowed land—after she had brought herself to orgasm through playing with both her nipple and her clit, she was left sprawled in a field of long, slightly dry grasses. Her chest heaved, and her belly heaved too. The weight was uncomfortably pressing down on her, so she rolled over to the side, and, on instinct, curled up protectively around it.

As she did so, Aqua felt a new sensation—something tumbling in her womb. It was heavy, and almost seemed to be knocking against something else.

Her breath caught. Eggs.

It made sense. She’d been fucked—no, bred—by dragons. It only seemed logical that their offspring would come in the form of eggs. She had wondered at the strange compactness of her belly—why it did not seem quite so large as the Dark Hide’s offspring had left her, even as the weight seemed to be greater.

Now the answer was here. Aqua wasn’t carrying one baby; she was carrying several. Eggs. A whole clutch.

Filled with wonder and awe—I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant with baby dragons, I’m carrying eggs, I’m carrying so many little babies in me—Aqua reached out with one hand and gently stroked her belly. The Wyvern eggs could not squirm in response, as her last child had, but she almost imagined she could feel a low pulse of appreciation from them.

“Babies,” she whispered, curling up against her belly tighter. “I’ve got you. Mommy’s got you.”

The past few days had been filled with more than a little frustration at how much her pregnancy impeded her, how ever-present the spike in arousal was, how degrading it was to bear baby monsters.

But now, filled with maternal pride, she didn’t care. It didn’t matter who their fathers were, or how she had gotten knocked up, or even that her children were Heartless, and not humans—she was their mother, and she would be there for them.

—

As before, birthing day occurred three weeks after conception

Unlike the previous pregnancy, in which she sprawled on her back and squeezed out an enormous baby, Aqua managed to maneuver herself to a squatting position. Following her instincts, trusting in her body to show her the right way, she spread her knees as far as they could go, and braced her hands on them. Even as she did so, she felt the eggs tumbling over each other in her womb, gravity pulling them down towards her entrance.

Then, with a grunt, she pushed.

It was nowhere near as hard as the last birthing had been. Each egg was only slightly bigger than an orange; enough that she gasped with shock when it entered the birthing canal, but not so massive that her mind reeled from it. Managing to stay focused, Aqua grit her teeth and squeezed out the first.

As it passed through her tunnel, she was smashed with an unexpected sensation—a raw, unbridled wave of ecstasy. The egg massaged her inner spots in all the right ways, and left her shaking and even sobbing with pleasure. When it finally breached, the shell parting her folds, she was already close to orgasm; as she strained and pushed and it emerged harder, she looked down at herself.

Her pussy, its neat blue hair trimmed, was heaving and slick with fluids, split enormously by the Wyvern egg. The shell was a soft brownish-red, not unlike the color of the Heartless itself. With another forceful push, she managed to squeeze it out even farther, and the eggs slid down further, stretching her even wider until—

It slipped out entirely.

Gasping for breath, tears streaking down her face, Aqua gazed down at the first egg with no small amount of pride. It was cut short, however, by the sensation of the next one sliding into place. Bracing herself, she prepared for as many eggs as she could lay.

None of them were as hard as the first, but each one stoked her inner flames expertly. By the time she was finished—seven fresh new Wyvern eggs, collected in a little pile and covered with juices—she had come three times.

The birthing finished, Aqua collapsed, exhaustion riding over her. As her body demanded she sleep, she slowly reached out to touch her new eggs. “Mommy’s here,” she repeated lovingly.

—

It took a few days for the eggs to hatch, time she spent recuperating from the pregnancy and birthing. About four days after she laid them—by which time her energy returned and her body was back to its thin self—the first shell cracked open.

She watched in fascination, ignoring her desire to brush the shells off and lend a helping hand. This was something her babies had to do themselves. Gradually the crack widened, and was pushed out more and more, until the first head broke free.

The Wyvern’s tiny mouth took its first breath of air and then chirped, the sound light and soft, and her heart melted. This was her baby. Her little one.

As the little Heartless struggled its way out of the egg, Aqua shed her top, exposing her breasts. They were plumper than usual, filled with milk, and when it was finally free, she cradled it in her hands and held it up to feed. The creature latched on, and milk flowed as it began to nurse.

Aqua settled back with a contented sigh, luxuriating in the sensation of feeding and caring for her little one. It was a truly wonderful occasion.

And, as two more of the eggs began to boast cracks, she smiled. There were a lot of them—she hoped she had enough milk to go around.