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One month later
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The Dragons were complete and absolute with their takeover. Due to their superior tactics and abilities in only two weeks the last of the human resistance was squashed and earth became a dominion of the apex dragon species. Outside of ground zero however, most humans were actually transformed into diminutive female kobold servants, totally dedicated to their draconic overlords, and a smaller percentage became male dragons. Afterwards, most of society was organized into massive harems around male dragon patriarchs and their vassals of lesser males with smaller harams. Only coupling of dragons could produce more dragons, a kobold from the haram bedded by a dragon could only produce more kobolds, and female dragons were rather rare, so became prized broodmothers and head concubines and consorts in harams.
Of course, none of this societal reorganizing really was noticed by Aaron. she was far too busy servicing Astor’s most important guards, allies, vassals, honored guests, and most importantly Astor himself, to care much. Enjoying every cumshot and dotting kiss, every loving complement and material excess, and most importantly, her steadily rising belly. Astor had taught her to shift into a classic quadrupedal form that might help with the weight, but she was uncertain if she liked it yet. She had definitely been taken many times in the form of a beast by partners, but it was still a new sensation. However, with how gravid she has become over the last month, it might be necessary. At the splendid 12 course dinner she had last night in Astor’s grand hall, she could barely reach the plate over her own distended belly. And she knew the Kobold chefs went through a lot of effort to make such a fine dish...
but all of that was not but passing inconvenience to the sear joy she had when basking in the glory of maternity. feeling the little lives grow within her and flushing at the complements to her fertility and beauty by all who layed eyes on her, both dragon and kobold.
But now is the time, she was almost sad that it was about to end…. not having life within her, being vulnerable and taken care of at every moment by strapping young drakes eager to prove themselves, kobolds worrying for their mistress’ wellbeing, and Astor’s claws feeling his young grow within her during quite unspoken moments. She spread her legs across her massive silk four poster bed and felt her water break. She yelled for Astor, and her kobold servants went scampering to get the master. Soon her love was there at her side, holding her hand, and she felt ready, or tl least ready as she would ever be. surprisingly, it was not just pain that she felt, but an overwhelming continuous bolt of pleasure. As the contractions hit, her body spasmed in the deepest orgasm of her life, shaking her to the core as the first of many massive eggs gradually made its way down her passage. Only deeply engrained instinct kept her body locked in a way that would neither hurt her nor her eggs.
An odd, gestlat sensation of pain and pleasure racked her body in mind. Her drooling maw held agape and her bountiful chest breathing heavily. the wetnurse kobold could see the first pristine black egg crowning from her nethers. And with a final push, and a second mind shattering orgasm, it was released into the nurses hand with a dull suction pop. The egg was almost too bjg for the poor thing to carry. An elation that she never conceived before hit Aaron. a hysteric joy filled her for completing the biological purpose her body was made for and for bringing her child into the word, but she knew it was far from over.
Egg after egg, sweet nothings and encouragements whispered into her ear from her loving master, scales completely soaked in sweat, teats showing milk, bone rattling orgasm after orgasm. Aaron knew the greatest joy in life and the greatest challenge: bearing new life. And she knew this was what she wanted to be forever. a broodmother. An egg factory.
In total, Aaron popped out 12 healthy dragon eggs. Most had a onyx sheen reminiscent of Astor’s scales, but a few were pink like her own, and a couple more had the hew of a few trusted drakes of Astor’s court who were given the honor of bedding Aaron. Despite the exhausting birth, Aarons stomach was still paunched slightly, she asked her love why, and he responded that particularly fertile drakes can be continuously pregnant, starting a second clutch while the first is near completion. Aaron smiled and nearly cried, being able to be permanently filled with life? what did a dragoness do to deserve such a heavenly existence?
Aaron hugged all the eggs closely with her tail, and with a tired but content look into Astor’s loving eyes, and him patting the paunch at her belly as a reminder of things to come, she fell asleep. cuddling bother her master and her eggs. Tears of joy streaking her scaly face.