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The Dragoness' Egg

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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William had just been going about his day, a perfectly ordinary, plain kind of day, when everything changed. A young man of twenty-two years old with a mop of brown hair that, honestly, he never could seem to get under control, he wouldn't have turned heads in the street, though he was happy with that. He smiled readily and was into fantasy and gaming, things to keep him distracted as he came to the end of his higher education studies at university.

Still… He didn't know what path in life he wanted to take. And maybe that was why he was taken, standing before the old church, looking up at the spire with his backpack hefted over his shoulders, heavy with anime that he'd picked up, heading home via the scenic route. The spire was tall and dark, piercing the swirling fog, though he liked grey kinds of days like that, the kind that felt like they were rolling softly around him, encasing him lightly. Nobody else was around, even as something other pulled at him.

He shook his head, lighter and lighter and lighter, turning his hands over before him as swirls of red and yellow energy, suddenly, encased him. William made a small sound in the back of his throat, though his lips were already breaking into a smile, warmth enveloping him, spreading through his chest.

It was right…yes. Even as his body dissipated, growing smaller and smaller, softer and lighter, fingers fading away into prickles of golden light amongst the red and yellow energy. But that was okay, for he had nothing holding him to his earthly life anyway, nothing to keep him there, not when he knew, without truly knowing, that something better was waiting for him.

Crimson and gold energy sparkled around him, whisking him away to another land and time and place entirely.

All for the better.

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Squeezed through a tunnel of light and energy, William could not stop himself, not even then, from crying out, not as he was hurled into a magical land, chaos around him. The huge body of a mighty beast, a gorgeous creature, howled on the ground beside him, William left blinking with the bright light of late afternoon pressing at his eyes. His eyes adjusted quickly, however, to bring into focus a great, luscious valley, a river flowing through the bottom, mountains towering around them. It must have been at the end of spring or near enough for the land was rich and fertile, even at such an altitude.

But William didn't get a chance to see or think of anything more as the huge body of the red and yellow dragoness, the source of the magic that had teleported him there, roared and bellowed, wings pressed to her back even as she scraped and scrabbled with her fingers and claws. She roared, tongue lashing the inside of her white teeth, though the yellow of her turned out to be a softer shade, only drawn into a sharper contrast by the pure red of her scales.

Over the top of her humanoid body, despite her huge size, easily dwarfing him as if she was a mighty beast of legend, was a crackling net, sparking and flashing with blue sparks. He staggered to his feet, off-balance, her purple eyes locking onto him, wide and lips slightly agape.

“Human!" She roared. “Aid me! Break the net! The hunters come to kill me!"

He acted on instinct. Maybe he had played one too many fantasy games, but, well, that was entirely his prerogative on that side of things. If he wanted to game a lot, then surely it had only come to sweet fruition in the end, for he knew exactly what to do.

He had to help her!

There was no other option in his mind as he lunged for the weights that seemed to be holding the net down, crackling and sparking. Of course, he didn't have a weapon of any kind, though there were scattered rocks around, water flowing from the depths of them as if from a spring. He didn't have the time to see exactly what was there, of course, not as he took a rock between two hands, weighty enough to tip him off-balance all over again, although he staggered and brought it down anyway.

CRACK!

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The rock hammered down, cracking the magical weight, the object, which looked, in hindsight, like a little black box, that was holding down the net. There were many of them, however, all around her, the magic dissipating a little more with every one he broke, smashing them to pieces, cracks shattering the air even as a below, that was not the dragoness, cut through.

“Quickly!" She hastened him, her tail snaking back and forth under the overpowering force of the net. “They are coming!"

William had to do it, coming to the last two on weak legs as the orcs came into view. Big and lumbering, their eyes were small and pointed, greedy for whatever it was that the dragoness and her body could give them. The dragon's legs kicked out as he rid the net of its last source of magic, freeing the dragoness.

Her roar silenced all thoughts from his mind as she sprang into action, knocking him gently back to the ground. William's jaw dropped in awe, not hurt at all, finally able to see her for who she was.

And she was a beauty, even in a moment like that, all fire and brimstone and thunderous, overpowering energy. Who could blame her, for she had been the one trapped by the hunters, waiting for her death without any other way to break the magical net?

Tall and foreboding, she had to be forty feet tall, give or take, with the frills around her head and the spikes running down from the top of her head, all the way down her spine, adding a little more height too. The glorious red of her scales gleamed in the light, but the lighter yellow, taking on a reddish hue too without crossing into orange, spread down the front of her body from her throat over her gorgeous, scaled breasts to her stomach and down lower too, between...

Oh, he really shouldn't have been looking there! But William could not help himself, not as he basked in her glory, revelling in how she let loose a blast of fiery breath, incinerating the orcs, one by one. They howled and screamed, though their death was surely a quicker one than anything that they would have afforded her, even in the beauty of the valley that the dragoness, surely, called her own.

And she was muscular too, rippling with it, not a spare ounce of fat on her body, her huge, scaled breasts drawing his eye yet again, a being of empowerment, a creature that made him think that, even then, he could be more than himself, more than he thought he was.

He turned his face from the orcs as she burned every last one of the dragon hunters to a crisp, the scent of charring clawing at his nostrils. Her task done, she approached him, crouching down, holding out her hand for him. It was huge still, big enough to close him in, even if his head and calves would have stuck out from either side of her hand if she held him, though he hesitated for only a heartbeat of a moment.

“I will never hurt you, little one," she said gently, her great, booming voice dropping to something sweeter. “Please, have no fear of me… I owe you my life. I am Ariat. Would you like to come with me to my home? I think I can do something for you too."

He had nowhere else to go, but stuttering and trying to force out words, well…they weren't all that easy at a time like that. No matter. She didn't need words from him, as long as she had his consent, and he curled up into her hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world, pressing in close to her palm.

She spread her wings and, with him, took flight.

It was their first flight of many and yet not even William could have imagined all that would come to pass between them. For he was no longer in his world and had to learn the ways of hers, something like one of medieval fantasy, though there were orcs and werewolves, some humans too – but he didn't need to hang out with those, the kings in their castles and the villagers living simpler lives.

He was happier with Ariat, yes, a dragoness queen and goddess all wrapped up into one. He blushed at her beauty, daily, though it would have been a massive failing on his part not to, even as he raked his eyes over the rise of her bosoms, dropping his gaze even more hungrily to her pussy.

She didn't wear any clothes and, after the first time Ariat took him to bathe in the lake, neither did William. Who cared about clothes when he had a life there with a dragoness to take up his attention? It was better like that, to relax naked, though he chanced that he caught her looking him over as much as he watched her, adoring and enjoying the pure, naked form of her body, even the musculature of her buttocks and the swing of her long, winding tail.

Weeks passed, just a few, the bond between them growing, living in her cave, filled with gold and treasures, though Ariat had taken them, mostly from shipwrecks, abandoned fare from bandits. Well, the bandits might have hit a hard winter or the like, but what humans sometimes did not learn was that gold and treasures could not buy them what they needed if those that held the goods, food and essentials, did not value gold and treasures in trade. If the bandits and thieves had had something more valuable, like warm clothes or materials for housing, to trade, they might have survived.

It was of no matter, however, not when Ariat could take their valuables, their pointless trinkets, for her own. No one was getting any use out of them anyway, but the rest of her large cave was homely, with a huge bed and a fire pit suited to a dragon of her size. The bed and furniture, including a table and chairs for eating at, had to be made by her, at her size, but there were some soft swathes of moss too for relaxing on that she had carefully cultivated, for they had to be tough enough too to stand up to the strain of her body bearing down on them. She had one, large blanket, which had supposedly taken her forever to weave, thick with the wool from too many sheep.

They were friends, of course…but they were something more than that too, as she teased him, swinging her tail and lifting it a little, giving William a flash of her pussy when he least expected her to be showing off to him.

“Come now, William," she murmured. “You can't be shy around me. We are so much more than friends, aren't we?"

“Well, uh…"

He rubbed the back of his neck, shy at the last moment as he sat on her bed of moss, the spread that she liked to lie on to relax when he was reading to her. His cheeks were hot, but he knew that she only teased him with good thoughts in mind. He was her only companion and, even though he felt like he had not done very much at all, he had been more to her than anyone else in that world had been since she had taken flight from her family, striking out boldly on her own. He was much, much more to her than those that had sought to kill her and harm her, even greedy dwarves, apparently, having come to her cave in the past in an attempt to take what had never belonged to them.

It didn't belong to the dragoness either, but it could have been said that she was keeping the gold out of the hands of those that would trade it for evil. Ariat had just as much right to it as anyone else did, after all.

“I'm not shy," he said softly, baring his soul to her at long last. “You are just so beautiful, Ariat… Everything about you is wondrous. I… I think I might even…"

He couldn't say the words. Did dragons even have love? That was something that William had thought that the two of them could come to in time, but, well, things seemed to be moving an awful lot faster than expected.

Tenderly, Ariat scooped him up into her hands as she took his place on the bed of moss, sitting with her legs out before her, light streaming in through the huge, open mouth of the cave nearby. She cradled him there, rubbing her thumb over his back, though William settled softly down into her hands, comfortable there, knowing that no harm would come to him.

However, what he did not know was what the dragoness had planned for him, her body trembling with need, a need that only William and his body, the deepening relationship that they shared, could give her.

“It's time for you to go inside me, little one," she rumbled, lips parting, showing the wetness of her maw and tongue. “William… You have done so much for me, but I want you to be more. Are you going to stay with me here? Forever? Be my family?"

He stuttered, clawing at words. That was unexpected!

“I, uh… No, I'm not sure…"

He didn't know what she meant, not until she put him between her legs, spreading them wide for him so that the darker red folds of her pussy were all on show, flushed with heat and the warm musk of her flooding the air. She moaned loudly, the ground reverberating from the deep bass of her cry, and William trembled where he was, transfixed – though it seemed, despite his hesitation, that he was not to have any choice in what Ariat had planned for him.

“I… Ariat…"

He'd wanted to be between her legs for so long as she caressed him with the tip of a claw, though he didn't know what to do as she pressed him to her folds as if it was nothing at all. Yet it was something that would forever change the course of their relationship, something that could never again be reverted as he gave in to her need, letting his naked body, softly and slowly, be pressed into her folds.

“Unff… Ariat…" He whimpered, fear colliding with arousal, though it was by no means as intoxicating as William would have thought it to be prior. “Please, don't hurt me…"

She grinned at him, rubbing his back a little harder with her finger, gently easing him more and more between her folds, letting him get used to the heat, the succulent wetness that clung to his body in thick, erotic strands of arousal.

“Oh, no, little one, I'd never hurt you…" She crooned. “You'll be sucked into my body, deep up into my pussy… I've been waiting for someone to become my dragonet daughter for a long, long time. Consider it my thank you, at last, for saving me and our friendship."

He wanted to tell her that it wasn't necessary, even if he did not understand the entirety of what she had planned for him, but there was no time. Not as William's whole body shuddered, whimpering and moaning, battling with worry, with fear, though arousal, in the end, overwhelmed him.

Inch by inch, he was pulled inside her, though he could not scrabble at her sex as she eased him inside, hands trying desperately to grasp at the plump lips of her pussy. Fear controlled him, though Ariat seemed to be enjoying it, looking down the length of her body at him, past the massive mounds of her breasts, with a smile ghosting across her muzzle.

“You will be divine," she rumbled. “I can see you now… My dragoness daughter…"

The last thing he saw of the outside world was her great head looking down at him as her wet, silken walls tugged at him, pulling his head out of the light. And yet he had to go headfirst for she wasn't giving him an option in the matter. Around him, her body rumbled, legs still scrabbling and kicking out from her vent.

“All is well, young one…" Ariat purred. “Relax, enjoy it…"

He didn't know if he managed to relax, though he did enjoy more, the heat of her impossible to ignore, all as he slipped deeper and deeper, everything easier once he gave in a little more to it. Ariat, after all, had never done anything to hurt him so far. Maybe she was only trying to look out for him, even then?

He may not have understood, though he could try to trust her, despite how he tried to pull from the pleasure. Her slickness welcomed him and he shuddered, dragging a little deeper, past the point of no return. Or maybe that point had been when reached the moment his lips had entered her pussy, the point at which his whole body had bristled with the kind of heat that could not be controlled.

She pressed him deeper and deeper, the muscles of her pussy finally pressing around him as she urged him on inside her, her pussy closing over his head and shoulders and part of his chest too. William tried to crawl through her, as if he was on his hands and knees, but he didn't even seem to have that ability anymore, not with the tight pressure of her dragon pussy around him. No more were his legs free in the open air, though William, despite his confusion and tugging between opposing states, didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. He wanted to be there, despite his fear.

And it was divine, he had to say, even though he didn't know what he was doing there, why she was taking him inside, why any of it was even happening. All he knew was that he had to keep going, managing, just about, to get his arms out in front of him, pressed together, as if he was diving into her sex. Thick ropes of wet arousal clung to his body, from head to toe, slickening his hair down flat to his scalp, mumbling and moaning, though William didn't think that Ariat could even hear him anymore.

“Ohhhh… Mmmmph…"

He could still breathe, comfortable despite the position. Even if he had not been surprised by it, William would not have been able to stop himself from shivering and moaning at the tight grip of her pussy, how the muscles pulled around him. He could not be sure whether she was trying to pull him deeper or push him out, though it had to be said in the end that she drew him more and more into her body, hips shifting and rocking around him. William was not privy to her propping her hips up a little, all to allow him an easier slide down into her womb, crawling and kissing, nuzzling and licking, needing the moment there more than he could have ever imagined.

How could it be so hot? The fire of her core led him on and on as he squirmed into her, a longer journey than expected to the neck of her womb. The barrier was not such for him as he eased tentatively against it, trying to turn his head to look back over his shoulder but finding that he was not able to turn that far anymore. Ariat was just so tight inside that her body closed in around him from all sides, cupping and controlling him, holding him exactly where she wanted him to be, forever and always.

Or maybe the change would come sooner than he expected, he thought, shuddering, fearful and yet still giving himself over to her, completely and utterly. His cock had gotten hard at some point, perhaps helping melt away just a little bit of the fear, but he could not grip it as he pushed through her cervix, dropping into the soft clasp of her womb.

It was smaller than he had expected, though, of course, that part of a dragoness' body would grow with pregnancy, stretching to contain a youngster – or an egg. He turned around, grunting, rubbing at his thigh and then his shaft, though William almost did not feel as if he should have been touching himself like that, as if there was something wrong about it. He had not taken care of his sexual needs all that much since coming to live with Ariat, for there had been so much going on that he just hadn't found the time for anything like that – not even the privacy either.

But, inside her womb, he was safe and he was cared for. There was no pain and no strain, only a sense of deeply warming relaxation encompassing his body from head to toe. William moaned softly, his hand drifting from his shaft, her body closing into him, drawing him into her, making him a part of her. Yet he smiled faintly, trusting her at last, all while Ariat rubbed her belly, the dragoness around him imagining the daughter that she was to have even then.

The dragon rose to her feet, thundering, having used the most comfortable place in the cave to take William into her body, knowing that all was well, all was safe, that her body and her magic would take care of the rest for her. Settling instead on her mound of gold, a sizeable feature in her main living cavern, glittering with precious stones and even more golden treasures, she relaxed back, fingering her pussy, the point at which William had disappeared into her body. But he would return again, yes, soon…

“Yessss…"

Ariat hissed out her pleasure, her tail sweeping back and scattering gold coins from her hoard, a cascade of rubies tipping down from her shoulder. Yes, he was with her, inside her – and soon her daughter would be born and hatched too. Her head rolled back, horns further stirring up the gold even further, though she did not care. She was giving him a gift, yes, the gift of becoming a part of her brood: a dragoness just like her, one day.

Ah, she could see it for herself. Her human partner, her little one… A gorgeous, exotic dragoness, so strong, so powerful. She would be able to defend herself and do all that Ariat did and so much more, a dragoness like her in every way. She would make sure that her daughter had everything that she needed for centuries of life, hoping that her scales would be like hers, light ruby, the colour of wet blood. She'd have a sharp tail-blade like hers too, perfect for defending herself, even though Ariat intended to make it so that that was not a concern for her daughter. Blue eyes would complete her fearsome ensemble, a slit taking the place of a male shaft between her legs, the creamy gold of platinum plate scales lining her front, over her breasts – which would grow in, after she was old enough. Things like that all had to come in time, after all…

However, William was not solely to remain in her womb as he felt her roaring around him, her body trembling, though there was no fear, not anymore. Her silken womb dragged at him, even pulling him up higher, into a fallopian tube, all the way up towards her egg chamber. His naked body offered no resistance at all as he was drawn closer and closer to her unfertilised eggs, her body knowing what it needed from him, what it needed him, William, to become.

Magic flowed and he gasped faintly, eyes softly closing as his body responded with a warm hum to the magic, dragged in deeper and deeper. An egg called to him and, even though he wasn't doing anything at all to move, he had to go to it, the magic of her body tugging him right up where he needed to be.

He finally reached the egg, his body melding it, finally primed and trembling softly enough that he was at the right frequency for her to absorb. She took him inside her, inside the egg, a glow of white light encasing him, melding his head with it, his chest, his stomach, through his body, pulling and tipping him forwards.

All through it, not a sound escaped his lips as he pressed on, exhilaration coursing through him, though orgasm was not his to take. He got something far, far better out of it, however, the egg pulling him inside, his torso fully absorbed as he became one with her, leaving his legs and feet out, lastly, to dangle lightly. They too were sucked inside, becoming one with the egg and a part of what would only need fertilisation to ready it for laying, his mind soft and blank, in an in-between world where William would rest as his body transformed.

He would not know anything of it, letting it all ease together, one moment over the next, softly and simply, as if it had always been meant to be.

The egg sucked him inside, cradling him softly and gently, William relaxing into its hold.

Yet he was not to know what Ariat was doing outside, the dragoness rising and going about her daily activities, though she did miss William, who had been such a good companion to her in the time since he had helped her escape. Her tail swung back and forth as she cooked on the fire, kneeling beside it on a mat that she had woven specifically for that purpose, though Ariat had had to fireproof it too.

Suddenly, her head shot up, nostrils flaring, sucking in a strange scent. It should have struck fear into the dragoness' heart, yet it was exactly what – or who – she needed, her heart lifting, throbbing, stomach turning over as she rose to her feet.

“Who goes there?" She growled, though there was a velvety smooth undertone to her voice. “Or have you sensed a dragoness in need from so far away?"

The drake was stunning, a little taller than her and as muscular, his chest broader in that male fashion. Ariat caught her breath, licking her lips, her hand pressed between her breasts to the point of her chest, though the dragoness made no effort at all to keep the smile off her lips. Why should she when the moment was settled as it was, so right and so perfect just like that?

“Oh, my…" She purred. “Stein… Oh, I have missed you. It must have been ten years since I last saw you."

The drake grinned, ruffling his grey wings back down softly against his back, though most of his body was clad in obsidian scales, gleaming in the low light of the fire. It was almost as if Ariat had set the scene specifically for him, all to make the cavern as appealing as possible to him.

“Ariat… Yes, it has been too long," he growled in turn, eyes red but smouldering as he took her offered hand in courtship. “And yet I found your scent… It was strong, so strong… I wish you had not left the dragon flight so soon, but I understand why you did. And now…"

He inhaled deeply, pupils dilating a little as he drank in her need.

“Now," she supplied the words for him. “Now, I am in season, in heat… And that only happens every fifty to one hundred years."

Just one of the many reasons that there were so few dragons in the world, though it made sense with the amount of food required to sustain their size. They wouldn't have ever wanted the lands to be overpopulated with dragons, truly, considering that they had far greater needs than smaller creatures, all as Stein crossed the distance between them, drawing her against him with a flourish.

She exhaled, smoke curling from her nostrils, letting mating need swamp her. Taking William into her womb and egg chamber was intriguing but not something that would satisfy her needs, not as rippling heat coursed through her body with every beat of her heart. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, her old friend come back to her, though Stein had returned in a very different way than Ariat could ever have anticipated. Although it made sense too that, in the end, the only way that he had been able to track her down had been when she had gone into heat, mating season, and her body had spilt out such a rich, draconic aroma that he had been lucky that he'd been the first to find her.

It happened naturally, as he bore her onto her back on the mound of gold, scattering gold coins, though Ariat was by no means submissive to Stein. She moaned and rocked her hips up, aching for him, heat guiding her, his shaft slipping from the slit between his legs, though his testes were held internally, as was the case for most dragons. There was no denying the difference between male and female dragons, however, his appearance more rugged and muscular, a broader, thicker appearance begetting him. Appearances, however, could be deceiving, as the dragon was not more powerful than the dragoness, not as she ground her hips up ardently to meet him.

“Oh, Ariat…"

They came together in lustful passion, fire leaping between their maws, though they would never harm one another, oh no. Not as his shaft slid into her, filling her pussy, stretching her wide around his aching length, need coursing through. He heaved above her while Ariat grinned, nipping at his throat, giving every bit as good as she god, his shaft powering into her, stroke after stroke.

Stein tried to find some purchase in the mound of gold, but it shifted constantly under him, leading the two of them to slip and slide through it, but neither dragon minded. With a push of her hips, hooking her ankle around Stein's, Ariat flipped them so that she was on top, riding the drake's dick as she rose and fell rapidly, her magnificent wings stretched out to their fullest extent.

He stared up at her, his lower jaw slightly agape, though the moment was for the two dragons and them alone. There was no one else that would ever dare intrude on mating between two lusty reptiles like them, Stein's wings spread out as he languished on her hoard as if he had collecting every single coin and gemstone, laboriously, himself. As much as dragons did not need a hoard, they surely appreciated the luxury of having one.

Ariat moaned, throat vibrating with her cries, head falling back in lust as she rode him, rocking her hips quickly to take him deeper and deeper. The drake's cock was not a uniform shape and size, but was covered in ridges that wrapped around the length at an angle, all pointing up towards the tapered, though rounded, cock head. With every thrust of her hips, she dragged those very ridges through her achingly wet pussy, her body responding in the best of ways, heart and body and mind thrumming in perfect harmony.

Everything was right with the world… And, soon, she would have a clutch of siblings, all for her new daughter, seeded in her womb too, the fertilised eggs travelling down to her womb. A better way to greet her first daughter into the world could not be found, Ariat decided, though the dragoness, for once, gave herself over to pleasure. She didn't have to worry about anything, not as those ridges caressed her pussy, stroking a patch of nerves so very deep inside her that she had not found it for herself in many years. In looking and wanting for a partner, for that company and social aspect of life, she had not had the time to please herself, not like that.

But she had a partner then – and forever if she wanted him, of course. That would be between her and Stein, however, his cock powering into her, even as she trembled, closer and closer and closer to that edge of orgasm. She couldn't hold back and clung to him, her fingers curled around his shoulders and claws biting into his scales, lust seething, roiling, snarling and snapping at her heels as if she was being chased into something that even she could not put a name to.

“Oh, yes… Yessss!"

She hissed out her pleasure, long and long, tongue lashing out against the side of her muzzle. Ariat wasn't actively trying to lick her lips, she was just that caught up in the moment that she had created. Her hips rocked and thrust, pussy clenching around him, intent on milking him of every single drop of his magical seed that he had in him, all for her, all to fertilise her eggs.

She trembled, balancing on the precipice of orgasm, her claws digging into his shoulders as Stein grabbed her hips. Yet Ariat arched into his touch, hungrier for it than ever before, needing more, aching for more, finally tipping into sweet, blissful release.

Inside Ariat's egg chamber, William slept, slumbering within the safe confines of the egg. He didn't know what was going on as his body softened and became magic within the egg, drifting and wavering, though he did feel his safe chamber shake and reverberate around him.

His mind was not there, not at that time, so William could not even wonder at what was going on, nor would he have minded. Everything shook around him, a deep, bellowing roar pressing through Ariat's body, though he felt no fear in there. Inside her egg and egg chamber, William was safe and cared for, softly held, ease around him as the drake, finally, expelled his load inside her too.

As his safe haven heated up, growing too hot, far too hot for a human body to withstand, magic bubbled within. With the mixture of the dragoness' orgasm and that of the drake's cum too, everything mixed and swirled, pulling around him – and every egg in each of her egg chambers too, of which she had too. Softly, they were released, moving down her tubes to her womb, the journey light and gentle for him, despite the rocking of her body, how her hips arched up to meet every thrust of the drake's. He did not need to know that Stein had Ariat pinned on her front again, spreading her legs apart in a loving, deep mating press (even if she was on her front rather than her back for that one), that he was pleasing her in a way that he never could. Yet his infatuation with Ariat had been as a man and admiration of a dragoness could come through in more ways than one.

That, however, was something that he would learn and understand, truly, when he had hatched as her daughter.

The egg shook and trembled as the dragons roared in climax again, cum flooding Ariat's womb, swelling and swarming around her eggs. It seeped into them, every egg glowing faintly, though he did not know what kind of magic he was bearing witness to within the dragoness, however inadvertent it was.

Covered in rich dragon cum, mixing with Ariat's magic, the eggs quickened, fertilised, magic infusing William's egg too. Even though he had not needed his seed, William would take on some of the black dragon's influence too, his magic becoming as much a part of him as Ariat's magic already had started on.

The dragons moaned softly, relaxing against one another, though, by that point, they didn't know just how many orgasms they had had. They had lost count, swapping positions as the hoard of gold shifted and moved around them, even creating a great hollow in the middle. Purring throatily, rumbling in the back of his throat, he held Ariat close to him, nuzzling her forehead, his heart swelling, already, with love and bonding for his mate.

For it had been too long, truly, since he had seen her and he needed her, even as she laid there against him, her pussy dripping with his seed. There would be more rounds of sex to come, all as they learned more and more about one another all over again, though they would need that, yes, all very much.

Ariat's eyes fell half-lidded, resting against him, though she would retreat soon to her bed. It would need some modifications, to be sure, to hold the drake too, though Stein's body would surely hold her warmly all through the night, the fire inside both of them flaring up, securing their closeness, their bond. She couldn't wait to hear all about his life and times away from her, now that they were together, as they should always have been. Maybe that very distance had been good for them, though she needed to know him as a drake too, not just as a partner in bed.

Something in her heart told her that everything was well, however, the drake softening against her, drawing her close in against the curve of his body. More would come in time, but it was an adventure that she looked forward to taking with Stein by her side.

On her hoard, gold shifting and rattling around them, Ariat smiled and sighed, content with her small corner of the world and all that she had built in it. Stein crooned and nuzzled into her neck as she rubbed her belly, imagining the swell that was to come, though it would only be light, yes, for when her daughter was laid, in the egg that had been fertilised. There would be more eggs, since Stein had come to her and fertilised the others that were ready to be laid too, but that would just be a nice surprise for her daughter when she was hatched, ensuring that they would have siblings.

Until the next time she asked her partner to breed her for more than sexual pleasure – but the dragoness would see what came at that time.

He was comforting to her, handsy too, though she groped him back just as teasingly as his long tongue dragged up her neck.

“Mmm…" Stein rumbled against her. “I can't wait to lie with you again, Ariat…but I fear that even you may have tired me out this time!"

Ariat chuckled faintly, tail swishing back and forth, curling around his.

“Yes… But there will be more to come, dear Stein. And there is one inside me… I'm going to have a daughter too, now that your magic has infused her egg also, along with the rest of the clutch."

“Oh?"

She had to tell him, everything about William and how he had rescued her, how their friendship had grown more and more and more, until, finally, she had pulled him into her body and absorbed him into an egg. Yet the final touch had been Stein's magic infusing the egg, bolstering William's strength – though it would be a daughter, at last, that she would be born as.

Still, the dragons could not rest and wait forever for the clutch to rise, filling out her womb, and grow. No, they still had to fly and find prey, hunting it down in the forest. Ariat cried out, kicking her legs, her great wings spread wide to hold and steady the weight of her body, all while William slept peacefully and soundly within his egg. He was no more the wiser as to the screams of her animal victims as she snatched them up, devouring some whole after she had dispatched them, huge lumps travelling down her throat from the cavern of her teeth-lined maw.

Of course, some prey was taken back to the cave to be cooked and eaten more slowly, though it turned out that Stein was not great at cooking. He preferred to tease Ariat a little, the dragons getting to know one another all over again, crunching and chomping his meals with his great, bone-crushing jaws, teeth making quick work of flesh and bone. It could have been a fate that had befallen William, if he was not as fortunate as he was, the dragoness perhaps choosing to absorb him into her body in a different way.

However, she had chosen to take him as her daughter and all would be better for that. Of course, Ariat had to eat to feed her growing children, Stein helping her collect more prey so that they could cache them for later too. They had more interesting things than even hunting to be doing, between them both, when back in the cave, after all, and did not need to always be going out into the world, hunting.

The land would be grateful too for a break from them.

Sometime later, though they had no concept of time, she awoke. Inside the egg, she was aware of darkness, of herself, of the presence of her body within something tight and confining, as if she was curled up tightly within a casing or a shell.

Ah – a shell! Yes, yes, yes! She remembered it then, she had been absorbed into an egg and then…known no more until that time. How strange indeed, though she did not feel strained or worried at all, not as she struggled instinctively, something far more primal pushing over and through her, demanding that she give it her due attention.

There were muffled voices from outside her egg and, still, she strained, need demanding that she push for them, reach them, through any means possible. Something, perhaps the egg, cracked around her, but she did not slow or stop, knowing that she had to keep going, even as a pinprick of light shone in.

“Stein, look… They are coming…"

That voice was clearer and her heart leapt. Oh, that had to be mother, her mother! She had to get to her mother! Chirping and growling, she wriggled, something slithering behind her, though there was very little space for her to move within. Was that attached to her, that slithering thing? It very much felt like it was…

She pushed and she pushed – and, finally, broke through the outer shell of the egg, shoving a chunk of it, however small it was, out of the way. From there, her fingers could grasp and dig, prying the shell away, bit by bit, though it was like trying to get into a hard-boiled egg, only in reverse. Her body, however, seemed designed for such things and she chomped vehemently into the edge of the shell too as she cracked it further, chomping and pushing until there was a gap big enough for her body to tumble through.

Bright light clawed at her eyes and she whined and tried to push it away, blinking frantically. So bright out there…but the blurriness slowly cleared as she squirmed in a nest of something soft, something like clothes that she remembered from before, maybe fur and soft bits from sheep too. Their wool?

Something stirred in her, memories pulling, but she knew too that those very memories did not apply to her anymore. They could not, panting softly as her chest heaved for breath, her body soft and young and scaled, opening and closing her mouth as a broken squawk came out.

“Oh, you are wonderful…"

There were voices around her, but she had to wriggle, had to squirm, had to open her eyes fully. She had arms and she had legs, but she didn't understand the thing swinging back and forth behind her, not until she finally blinked enough to clear the fog from her eyes.

For, there she was: her mother. The beautiful, giant dragoness who she adored, though the last time she had seen her, she had been in a different form. The hatchling that was, not the giant dragoness. She was still tiny, though she still somehow managed to chirp up at the dragoness, Ariat, as she grinned, lying on her front with her breasts pressed down softly into the big nest that had been placed into the hoard of gold. Mound upon mound of gold and treasures rose around, the brightness that had made it so difficult for her to blink and open her eyes in the first place, but she felt right there, as if she was finally home.

“Hello, little one…"

Ariat crooned, her tail wiggling back and forth, forked tongue dancing in and out of her mouth.

Ariat smiled down at her new child, warmth blossoming in her chest. She tucked her hands gently under her new dragonet hatchling's body, picking her up and holding her close to her chest. The hatchling squalled and squeaked but didn't complain all that much as Ariat licked her all over. There was nothing sexual in the touch, of course, just a mother cleaning off her child, her daughter gleaming with good health, her scales a rich ruby, just like hers.

She looked up at the dragoness, though the revelation was still to come, her mother looming over her. A sense of peace warmed her chest as her mother held her close, nuzzling into her neck and chest, humming lightly.

“Welcome to the world," Ariat purred, “my lovely daughter."

Wait… Daughter? Oh, but she had already known something, a little something, squeaking and turning around, looking down at herself, the soft, red scales, her hands wobbling, fingers twitching, not quite able to command her body, not yet, but that would come in time. For she was a perfectly formed tiny dragoness, ready to grow into the might of her body to come.

Huge rounds of eggs surrounded her and she tried to take in her body, even down to the slit between her legs, as they came to be too. They hatched a little more quickly than her, operating on pure dragon instinct alone, though she did not mind really, not with her mother making sure that none of the eggs toppled down onto her.

“Mmm…"

She hummed. William hummed, copying her. And the eggs hatched, one by one, surrounding her with her new siblings, though she felt that she would need a new name too. As dragonets of all shapes and sizes and colours surrounded her, chirping and squalling for their first food, she ran to her mother with her heart full of love. It may not have been a life that the young dragonet would have chosen for herself, but, well, that was only because she had never known that it was a life that was possible for her to have.

Her mother cupped her gently, holding her close, nuzzling and kissing her gently.

“Oh, my sweet one… Your father is going to love to see you, all of you, when he is back from hunting."

Ariat nuzzled, letting her little ones back down, lashing over all of them with her tongue while William sat, half in a daze, purring and letting her little tail tip wiggle back and forth. Her mother lavished attention on them all equally, though her tongue wrapping around them, fiery-hot and prickling, was intoxicating, soothing her, softening the moment. She sighed, nose tipping forward. Yes… Yes, it was right there, to be there, her mother delicately caring for her.

She'd never had anything like that before.

“My daughter… Ruby."

Ruby, yes. Ruby was a better name for her, maybe even the name that she should always have had.

Her new life had begun and she couldn't wait to challenge it, all with her new siblings by her side and the warmth of her ever-loving mother.

There was no going back from the dragoness' brood.