Breeders and slavegirls alike sought to avoid Zunatana's attention. While Archleon was a blunt object, irresistible in his force, he was at least fairly predictable in what he wanted and what angered him. Zunatana, on the other hand, was like a wasp’s sting when you least expected it. The succubus had admitted she was in constant search for entertainment to divert her boredom until she was sent back to the Nine Hells. Over the last months, Mayael had become a favorite target… the most valuable of her “little pets” she had adopted for her amusement.
"What's the matter? I thought you Druids were used to worshiping animals!" she mocked as Mayael scraped her tongue over one of the woman’s goat-like hooves. “Can’t you do better than that?”
Mayael’s belly was getting truly large… too large for her to easily move around anymore. No one was going to intervene on her behalf, either… the other girls here were far too frightened of the succubus, and until she put his child at risk Achleon would care little what they did. Without aid, the exhausted druid was forced to lay prone on the ground, lapping at the hard foot's dirty underside. Mayael had winced in distaste with every lick. She had learned that the hoof of a succubus was far filthier and grubbier than any humanoid's sole.
"This is what you druids do all day, isn't it?" Zunatana purred while peering into her devil eyes. "Especially you knife-eared cunts. I’ve heard you venerate the elks, simple, stupid beasts, as if they were gods. Is that not why your circle grows those ridiculous antlers?” She snorted out a quick laugh. “Well, there are no elk here… but I can be quite the substitute."
Mayael's tongue was so dry from overuse that she was compelled to cough. In response, Zunatana stomped her now spit-slick hoof down on the she-elves forehead. Mayael squealed as she was squished underneath it like an insect.
Zunatana was raped just like the rest of them. They were all Archleon's slaves but Zunatana was his plaything more than anyone else. Most of them he fucked to breed…. Her, he mostly fucked for his amusement. Much like she tortured them for fun. Each time he fucked her, Mayael thought she might experience some joy in the demon’s suffering… but the succubus was usually quick to ruin that.
Mayael watched her get assfucked, sitting on the side of one pile of gold. Archleon had arrived, and without a word, he pinned the Succubus against another such pile, forcing her crimson-colored buttocks to point straight up. The Dragon had mounted her posterior like a bull would mount a cow, not caring at all how she reacted.
The demon had screeched and cursed as Archleon slammed into her ass hard and fast - his tail swooshed around with pleasure, while hers pinned underneath his weight was scarcely capable of even convulsing. Coins and bullions cascaded down from the top of the pile with every hammering thrust… the wealth of entire kingdoms carelessly toppled by the force of his fucking.
Zunatana screamed, but unlike all the rest of them, her screams contained more rage than they did fear and pain. It gave her screams a different pitch… Zunatana's agony was replete with exasperation rather than terror. For her, this was the chagrin of defeat, not the panic of meeting your demise.
Archleon had hammered her for hours. His weight drove into her until that pile of gold had been toppled down to a mere carpet of yellow, spread evenly across the valleys of the cave. Mayael wanted it to hurt the evil woman… but whatever satisfaction she could squeeze from the scene was superficial. It was still Archleon who was the archdemon of this hell, the great-winged serpent who had kidnapped them and befouled their wombs with unholy seed. The source of their woe was him, not the demon. As such, he - the greatest tormentor of all - could offer her little respite from Zunataa’s malfeasance.
When Archleon finally climaxed, his cum flooded the Succubus’s ass with sperm as hot as her natal realm. Gooey thick cum became entombed within the venturesome caverns of Zunatana's rectum via powerful spurts. The Great Serpent kept his humongous manhood skewered until all the sticky sperm was dumped… and only then were his draconian lusts content.
When the scarlet-scaled dragon pulled out, the scene turned from the torment of Zunatana to that of Mayael. The dragon had scarcely left when the furious succubus came crawling over. “Druid! Elf-slut!" she hissed venomously. "Come here!"
Before the heavily pregnant woman had been capable of reacting, Zunatanna was on top of her, resting her obscenely gaping asshole on the druid’s face. Archleon's buggering had been thorough, ensuring that her backdoor was now even more crimson than the rest of her skin and a void as cavernous as their grotto. To Mayael's gaze, the demon’s backdoor looked like a passage completely flooded with coagulated milk that sluggishly seeped from the entrance like a slow river.
"Noooo!" Mayael screamed as they forced her facefirst into that mutilated butthole.
"Lick it! Lick it up, you worthless knife-eared cunt!" Zunatana barked. "Master Archleon's sperm is now your ambrosia, and that makes my ass your sacred chalice!"
Mayael's mouth was socketed against the woman’s jizz-spilling hole… whether she wanted to or not, she was still getting a face full of the dragon’s cream. With the woman’s weight crushing down on her face the druid had little choice but to lick and lap against that outflow, sucking like a hummingbird sipping nectar from a flower.
"That’s right, little elf,” Zunatana hollered. "That cream is good enough for your whore womb, so it ought to be a delicacy for your mouth!"
Mayael had thought that licking the succubus’s hoof was bad enough. Consuming dragon-sperm straight from her reamed-open asshole was far worse. There was such an abundance of the glop she could swallow Archleon's seed by the mouthfuls. It was like having yogurt poured down her throat. It hadn’t grown much cooler inside of Zunatanna, either… boiling in Archleon’s ballsacks before being steamed by the succubus’s infernal asshole, it still simmered as it sluggishly flooded out.
"We may both be Archleon's slaves... but I am your superior!" Zunatana snarled while leaning back, allowing the rectal creampie to deluge into her mouth, inundating Mayael completely in slime-thick virility as the noxious sludge slid down her throat. “And don’t you ever forget it!”
Mayael scrambled on all fours over the mountain of gold, her eyes wide with panic, futilely trying to escape. It was a thoughtless escape driven by raw need rather than rational thought. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide—she knew this, yet the instinct to flee was overpowering. The cavern echoed with the clinking of coins under her desperate movements, but she could barely hear them over her heart pounding in her chest.
She didn't make it further than a few feet before one of Archleon's massive claws wrapped around her waist, the sharp talons and razor-edged scales digging into her flesh even without trying. He plucked her off the ground with no more effort than a man might use to restrain an ant, lifting her high into the air. Mayael screamed, her body trembling as she dangled helplessly above the golden expanse.
The Prince inside of her objected violently to the way it was squeezed. The little monster clawed and kicked at her insides, causing her to whimper in pain. Its glow intensified, casting an eerie light through the skin of her belly, revealing the unmistakable outline of a dragon within. It was so hot...
Archleon's deep, rumbling laughter filled the cavern. "Where do you think you're going, little druid?" he asked, his voice a thunderous boom that reverberated through the stone walls. "This is your home now. If I decide I want you, then I will have you. Haven't you learned that by now?"
With a casual flick of his wrist, Archleon brought her back down onto the gold pile, pressing her into the coins hard enough that she landed with a thud and an avalanche of clinking noises. His vast claw continued to press down on her back, forcing her to flatten against the coins. Her swollen breasts squished against the cold, hard surface, and she cried out in protest.
Unfortunately for her, her child protested too. She cried out as its glow intensified until Mayael felt as though her skin was almost translucent. The heat radiating from within was so intense that she could see the dragon's outline clearly through her taut flesh. She knew why Archleon had been interested in her again as of late—the glow of the bulge in her belly and its heat revealed that there was a genuine dragon inside of her, not just another dragonspawn. Mayael had learned in her captivity that this was rare... one of his mortal broodmares seldom was capable of giving him another full-blooded wyrm. Of all the slaves he currently kept, only one still lived who had managed it. This made her special in the dragon's eyes, worthy of his attention and his favor.
Mayael would prefer not to be special... not when she knew how Archleon treated his "favorites."
"Where did you think you were going, anyway?" Archleon growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her bones. "Surely not even you are so foolish as to still think you can escape? You belong to me, druid. Your body, your soul, and most especially your womb. Everything you are is mine."
His claw pushed down harder, squeezing the air from her lungs. The pressure was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the internal turmoil. Archleon's Prince writhed even more fiercely, its claws scraping against her insides, causing her to gasp in pain. Every single day for the last several months she had felt like she was being cooked alive from the inside out, but he was always the hottest when he was put under strain.
"Look at you," Archleon sneered, his fiery eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "A true dragon within you. And I thought you'd never survive the first day with me. I confess... I am rarely wrong, but I am delighted that I was."
Mayael struggled to breathe, her vision swimming with pain and fear. "Please... don't..." she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. "Just... let me go home. I'll never come back. I'll make sure no more adventurers come for you. Please..."
"Stop?" Archleon chuckled darkly. "Why would I want them to stop coming? This is what heroes are made for... To bear my children and to suffer for my amusement." He shifted his grip, his claw sliding lower to wrap more fully around her body, two clawed fingers caressing her swollen belly softly. The Prince's glow intensified further, the heat becoming almost unbearable. Mayael cried out, her body trembling under the combined assault of Archleon's strength and the dragon within her.
"Why would I want them to stop coming... when one of them might be as delightful of a surprise as you were, druid?" Archleon murmured, his voice dripping with mock affection. "I wonder how long it will grow in you before it is ready. Do you think it will slide out your cunt, druid? Or will you burst open like an overripe fruit, spilling my heir into the world? I've seen both, you know..."
Mayael's mind raced, filled with terror at the thought. She knew what happened to the women who couldn't survive their pregnancies—their bodies were discarded, left to rot among the piles of gold. Maybe... maybe that would be how she died. Her bones would just be another trophy in Archleon's collection. There was no escape. No way out. She was trapped, both physically and mentally, by the monstrous creature that held her in his grasp.
The Prince within her continued to thrash, its heat growing more intense with each passing second. "Please..." Mayael begged, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this..."
"Oh by all the fiends of the Blood War, would you shut up already?" From a nearby gold pile, Zunatana pushed herself up on her elbows from where she laid. Her black horns cast long shadows in the dim light of the cavern, and her spade-tailed flicked impatiently behind her. Her crimson skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, and she was clearly annoyed, but it didn't stop her lips from curling into a cruel smile.
"What are you doing, druid?" Zunatana sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "Begging like a pathetic little bitch. Do you really think he cares about your pleas? You're nothing but a toy to him, a vessel for his spawn. And here you are, making such a racket. Can't you see you're disturbing the rest of us?" The succubus shook her head in disgust. "Such a selfish whore," Zunatana continued, her voice smooth as silk. "Making so much noise just because you can't handle a little pain. You're nothing but a dumb incubator, carrying that thing inside you. Get. Fucking. Used. To. It."
Mayael's vision blurred with tears, her body trembling under the weight of Archleon's claw and the dragonspawn within her. She knew Zunatana was right—begging wouldn't change anything. But the instinct to plead, to try anything to alleviate the agony, was overpowering.
"I should have known you were going to be trouble the moment you set foot in this cave," Zunatana taunted, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "Knife-eared fuckdolls like you are always the most annoying. Just like the damned princess. You forest cunts always think you're so special..."
Mayael's mind raced, filled with terror and despair. She knew Zunatana was enjoying every moment of her torment, relishing in her suffering. But there was nothing she could do. She was trapped, both physically and mentally, by the monstrous creatures that held her in their grasp.
"Enough, demon meat," Archleon growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Mayael's spine. "She is mine to play with, not yours."
Zunatana's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, her lip twisting in a sneer. "Of course, Master," she murmured, her voice dripping with the appropriate amount of feigned respect and submission that she didn't bother to even try to put on her face. "I was merely trying to remind her of her place."
Archleon's fiery eyes narrowed as he looked down at Mayael, his clawed fingers caressing her swollen belly once more. "Her place is beneath me," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "And she will learn it, one way or another."
Archleon positioned himself above her, his massive form casting a shadow over Mayael like a living nightmare. She felt it as the dragon's colossal cock lined up with her asshole, the sheer size of it pressing against her entrance with almost unbearable pressure. Mayael's eyes widened in terror, her breath hitching as she dreaded just how much she was about to endure. The panic surged through her, each heartbeat pounding in her ears like a drumbeat of impending doom.
Slowly, deliberately, Archleon began to push. Mayael's body tensed, every muscle straining against the overwhelming invasion. Further and further in he went, splitting her wider than she was ever meant to go. As the dragon forced his cock deep inside her back door Mayael screamed, her body fighting against the overwhelming invasion. Tears streamed down her face, but beneath the pain and fear there was a strange sense of inevitability. She knew she needed to use her magic to allow herself to take him at all; without it, there was no way she could accommodate his size. Summoning her dwindling reserves of power, she reached into her wild shape ability and druidic magic... relaxing her muscles as much as she could and healing the damage he did in the wake of his passage... turning her entire body and every ability she had into a prop to let her survive as the dragon's cocksheath.
Zunatana's mocking laughter echoed in her ears as Archleon thrust deeper, his massive form towering over her like a living nightmare. "Look at you," Zunatana sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Making it easy for him, aren't you? Pathetic little bitch... why don't you just die already?"
Mayael's cries mingled with the sound of gold coins shifting under her weight, creating a symphony of agony and surrender that filled the cavern. The dragon's cock was impossibly large, stretching her beyond what should have been possible. It felt like he was pushing her soul out of her body to make more room for his monstrous erection. Each thrust drove his scorching hot cock deeper into her asshole, the heat searing her flesh with every movement. She could never have survived it without her magic. By healing herself, she was making sure that she would be there for him to fuck next time. It was a twisted form of submission, a dark acceptance of her fate.
She could have stopped... if she were willing to just die.
Mayael longed for death. Every time she felt the dragon's maw on her, she hoped it would clamp down on her, or burn her. Every time he raped her, she hoped that the dragon might be too enthusiastic this time, or her magic wouldn't be sufficient to the task, and he would rip her apart. She wanted it to stop... but she couldn't do it to herself. She had tried before... tried to just do nothing and let herself die. She couldn't do it - within minutes, she was always racing to repair the damage, afraid to meet that final end. A part of her hoped that someday soon the dragon would relieve her of her cowardice and take the choice away from her.
"Such a ridiculous sight," Zunatana continued, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Those stupid antlers of yours are probably going to snap off any moment now. Or maybe Master will burn off that preposterous green hair. Wouldn't that be fitting?"
Archleon's thrusts grew more forceful, his confidence in his child's durability evident as he fucked Mayael with relentless intensity. The dragonspawn within her womb reacted to the brutal assault, its glow intensifying until Mayael felt like she was being cooked alive from the inside out. The heat was unbearable, a constant reminder of the monster growing within her.
"Break her, Master," Zunatana urged, her voice a taunting whisper. "Or better yet, just smash her to paste. Get rid of her."
Archleon's thrusts were relentless, each one driving Mayael further across the pile of gold. The friction of the coins against her skin added to her torment, but she could barely register it through the overwhelming sensation of being impaled by the dragon's monstrous cock. Each powerful thrust sent ripples through her swollen belly, causing the Prince within her to scratch and claw at her insides in annoyance. Archleon's cock was impossibly large, stretching her asshole to its absolute limit. He filled her completely, his massive girth pressing against every inch of her inner walls. The heat of his flesh seared her, making her feel like she was being consumed from the inside out. His tail swished behind him, adding to the sense of dread that enveloped her.
"Help me... Niranya..." Mayael whimpered, her voice breaking as she slid helplessly across the golden mound. "Serina... Maia... Vallistra... please..." Her pleas were mindless, desperate cries for salvation from her friends, even those who had betrayed her. But no one answered; no one could save her from the dragon's domination.
"None of them can hear you," Archleon growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her bones. "No one else will ever touch you."
Mayael's body trembled under his assault, her mind a haze of pain and submission. She could feel the Prince within her growing more agitated with each thrust. The heat was unbearable, making it impossible not to think about the monster growing within her.
Finally, Archleon's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent. With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his jizz hot as fire. Mayael screamed as the scalding cum flooded her insides, the heat mingling with the already intense glow of the Prince within her. As the enormous dragon pulled out, he left her gasping and broken on the pile of gold. Mayael's body convulsed with the aftershocks of his brutal climax, twitching with random muscle impulses. Her swollen belly, already taut with the life growing within, now bulged even more prominently, distended by the copious amount of cum her master had pumped into her rear. The dragon's seed filled her to overflowing, stretching her asshole wide as it began to seep out, trickling down her legs in thick, viscous streams.
Mayael lay there, her chest heaving with each ragged breath, as the golden coins beneath her shifted and clinked with her every movement. The cavern was silent except for the sound of her labored breathing and the faint squelching noises as Archleon's cum continued to ooze from her abused hole. She could feel the weight of his seed pressing against her insides, a constant reminder of his ownership of her. Even as it leaked out, the dragon's jizz pooled around her, forming a glistening lake of white that reflected the dim light of the cavern as it seeped between the coins and other treasures. It clung to her skin, warm and sticky, as it slowly spread across the golden surface. Mayael's legs were submerged in the milky puddle, the sensation both foreign and oddly comforting. She could feel the cum slicking her thighs, running down in rivulets to join the ever-growing pool at her feet even as the dragon walked away, leaving her to lay limply in the puddle of his dominance.
Her mind was a haze of pain and pleasure, the lines between the two blurred by the intensity of Archleon's dominance. She knew there would be no escape, no reprieve from this life of submission and servitude. But in that moment, as she lay there, surrounded by the evidence of her master's control, she found a twisted sense of peace. This was her reality now, her fate sealed by the monstrous creature who owned her body and soul.
Mayael's eyes fluttered closed, a tear slipping down her cheek as she lay in the aftermath of her latest violation. It didn't matter if he stood over her, or walked away... she was still trapped by him, held in his grasp, and as long as she lived, Mayael would continue to bear his children, her body and soul forever marked by his dominance.
Several minutes passed in excruciating silence. Mayael remained motionless, her body trembling from the lingering aftereffects of Archleon's brutal dominance. Her breaths came in shuddering gasps, mingling with the soft sobs that escaped her lips. The gold beneath was unforgiving, a cold reminder of the life she had been forced into.
A sudden, sharp pain jolted her back to reality. A heavy foot kicked at her side, sending waves of agony through her already tortured body. With great effort, Mayael rolled over, wincing at the movement. She looked up to find Zunatana standing over her, her eyes gleaming with contempt.
Zunatana sneered down at Mayael, her delicate features twisted into a mask of mockery. "So, you really think you're special just because you’re carrying a dragon in there?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. Without waiting for a response, she stepped onto Mayael's stomach with one hooved foot, pressing down with deliberate cruelty.
Mayael winced, feeling the weight of the woman’s foot against her swollen belly. The dragonspawn within her stirred restlessly, adding to her torment. Zunatana's laugh was bitter and cold as she continued, "Most likely, this 'Prince' within you will kill you, and that will be that. No grand destiny awaits you, just an early grave."
Tears streamed down Mayael's face, mixing with the sticky remains of Archleon's seed still clinging to her skin. She wanted to scream, to lash out at the woman who stood so arrogantly above her, but she knew it would be futile. Instead, she simply stared up at her. “This child… he wants it…” she croaked out.
"And that makes you a favorite… but not for long. Do you think you’ll survive to give him a second child? Most of your mortals die after a single one," Zunatana sadistically tittered while squeezing down with her hoof, digging it into Mayael's upturned stomach. "Ionnia nearly did. That stupid whore will not survive another… I scarcely think she will survive the next impregnation."
Mayael's nerves were all taut with trepidation. Zunatana’s pressure on her stomach was turning the little Prince therein rebellious again. He flurried against the roof of her womb with underdeveloped claws in spoiled protest.
"Pl-Pl--" Mayael stammered.
"Do you want me to pop it out?" the succubus asked with sadistic seriousness. "Like I did with Ionnia? That would certainly speed things up."
Zunatana mounted some downward pressure. A deep-lunged scream bellowed from Mayael's throat. The Prince being baked within her womb turned ravenous in his scratching as his living space deflated. Unlike Mayael, he wasn't frightened… He was infuriated, like a little soldier who was itching to scrap.
"Eeeeaah!" Mayael screamed.
"Or maybe it won't pop out, and it will just... pop," Zunatana giggled. “Do you think you would survive that? Do you think you would survive what the dragon would do to you if you let that happen?”
"Nwwwoooo!" Mayael bellowed.
"Doesn’t that sound good, druid?" Zunatana tauntingly asked. "You can finally go. The pain can stop. Instead of dying like the others giving birth, you'll perish alongside your worthless spawn. Would you think that good? Would you think of that as a victory over our master?" The succubus had by now pushed down so hard that a crater had formed atop Mayael's rotund stomach. She had sunk in almost all of her hoof far enough into Mayael’s skin that the keratin was too far in to see. The dragon inside her was flailing with his claws, trying to get out and smite her. His hyperactivity wounded his mother far more than it did his assailant’s hoof, however.
"Stooooop!" the young Druid cried, teary-eyed.
"Stop? But didn't you and your fellow adventurers come here to slay him? Have you given up on your mission? Have you succumbed to his command?" she mockingly pressed. "Don’t you still want to hurt him?”
Mayael's brimming tears overflowed at being reminded of her former comrades. She had heard nothing about them since being entombed within this maiden vault. All of their fates had been lost in the darkness of the night.
"Beg me to crush it, druidic worm," Zunatana hissed with such venom spittle shot from her mouth. "Say that you want it. Death. That's what your kind was made for. Death and reproduction."
Mayael's dragonspawn had started glowing with such anger it felt like her womb was burning. Would that be all that she amounted to? A monster spawned within her womanhood? Her attempt to be a heroine resulting in birthing a villain. Mayael was young for an elf. Far younger than when elf-women normally start thinking of children. She was supposed to have had so much blessed life in front of her. Now, Archleon's rape had extinguished all that could have come.
"Pathetic," Zunatana growled, grounding in her hoof, twisting its bottom like a screw. "The heroic little adventurer is nothing but a terrorized little slave. And you know what? I don't think her companions are doing any better. I think they are just as crushed as she."
Mayael's tears turned into rivers. They streamed down her cheeks, forming tiny puddles against the coins. Zunatana's burying words hurt her like a festering affliction. She remembered them all. But especially her heroic sister.
Mayael barely had a moment to register the sudden shadow that loomed over them before a massive claw wrapped around Zunatana, yanking her away from the druid's belly. With a force that seemed unnaturally powerful, Archleon flung the succubus across the cavern. The impact was deafening as Zunatana smashed into the cave wall, her body crumpling like a ragdoll against the unforgiving stone. For a brief, horrifying second, Mayael thought the succubus might have been turned into nothing more than a smear of crimson flesh and bone dust.
But Zunatana's wings fluttered awkwardly, betraying her continued existence. They moved with a disjointed rhythm, clearly broken and uncoordinated, as she slumped to the ground. Archleon's roar echoed through the cavern, a thunderous bellow that vibrated through the very walls. "You need to learn your place, demon meat!" he snarled, his voice dripping with fury. "Stay away from my child!"
Mayael's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and twisted relief flooding her senses. She watched as Archleon grabbed Zunatana, forcing her down over another pile of gold. The succubus's eyes were still open, glaring at Mayael with naked hatred even as the dragon began to punish her with his monstrous cock. The sight sent a shiver down Mayael's spine, a stark reminder of the brutal reality she was trapped in.
As Archleon thrust into Zunatana with relentless force Mayael could only watch in a daze, her mind a whirl of pain and terror. The cavern filled with the sounds of the succubus's cries and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, a macabre symphony of dominance and degradation. And through it all, Zunatana's eyes never left Mayael's, a silent vow of vengeance that promised this was far from over.
The succubus had seen how she reacted to the mention of her friends. Their memory was a weak spot… and the demon would never forget that.
There was one slave Archleon valued above the rest. Princess Amayila was the only one here who had successfully given birth to a pureblooded dragon, and for that achievement the thousand-years-old elf Princess had been kept around and alive for centuries before even Zunatana had been dragged here. There was always a regal sense of chagrin within her eyes. A smoky hauteur amidst the humiliation, like some small part of her still recognized that her womb was supposed to be meant for more than breeding draconian children.
Of course, her current babe was not nearly so special… while it grew large inside her, it didn’t glow like a fire elemental until its shape was discernible within the canvas of her outstretched flesh. In recent days, the normally so highborn and jaded princess had been looking at Mayael with some small sympathy as the druid moaned, knowing and understanding in the way that others didn’t just the kind of pain Mayael’s monstrous child was causing her.
Great expectations were had for the baby growing inside Mayael. For the prince in her womb, there was no such expectation.
Unlike a normal mother, Mayael never sought to fondle that baby bulge. Such ministrations only drew the resident's ire. Scratching and claw marks and tail-swings were the only responses. Yet that bothered Mayael naught. She could feel no maternal love for the creature. It was a parasite. An invader. The curse Archleon had raped into her femininity and now made her bear as proof of his victory.
Her spawn would be another monster unleashed upon the world, conceived to further the wyrm’s evil. This Mayael knew with absolute certainty. The son was a rapist as much as his father.
As her Prince grew inside of Mayael, so did her tits. Those mounds swelled prodigiously with churning milk, turning into proper udders… preparing to feed the young dragon. Mayael was normally a slender, sylphlike waif. The kind of girl men defined more as maidenly and cute rather than voluptuous. But pregnancy changed all this. Her breasts inflated into veritable bubbles. Big enough for even a claw of Archleon’s size to properly squeeze them.
Unfortunately for her.
If the lair counted as a cult, then Mayael was one of the favorites that received their religion’s greatest “honor…” one of those that would worship Archleon’s cock with her body. The dragon was too large for a blowjob. Not even Mayael’s magic could make that survivable, so instead, the three of them would give the dragon a tongue bath while caressing him with their breasts… titfucking the wyrm as a team. She would perform this task alongside his other favorites, Zunatana and thousand-years-ancient Amayila, the two whose breasts were just as prodigious as Mayael's were now.
It was an honor that Mayael rued to receive.
In the gold-covered cavern, Archleon reclined his back against a mountainside of his treasure. This had the effect of exposing his belly akin to a cat taking his respite. The Great Dragon's manhood was exposed, facing upward and available for them. This was what they had been summoned to worship.
They all crawled towards it from three different directions, converging on their master. “Hurry up, don’t slack off,” Zunatana hissed. She was the only one among them who was at all aroused… her accursed kind always attracted to power.
Using their breasts as weapons, they smothered the dragon-dick that ruled their lives from all three directions. His cumbersome cock was enringed by a wall of tit flesh. Thronged by such a succulent and pillow-soft embrace, Archleon's manhood quickly turned stolidly rigid. It easily protruded up above their enjoined breasts like a tower, the wyrm’s swollen cockhead like some sort of bulbous totem as it hovered imperiously above their faces.
Following the lead of the others, Mayael started rubbing and squeezing her breasts against that pole. Zunatana's were crimson-red bulges, while Mayael's mammaries were slightly tawny, and Amayila’s tits were nearly chalk white like the rest of the royal line. Together, they made quite a varied collection of tits for the dragon. Archleon might have been a tyrant sent from damnation itself, but he was receiving quite the heavenly pleasure.
With three swollen-titted slaves worshiping the dragon with their breasts was a high-effort job. They jostled and wrestled their soft flesh against his scale-covered shaft, and whenever one of their udders mushed against that trunk-thick rod hard enough, milk would start seeping through the nipples. This thoroughly lubricated his shaft, making the breast massage they gave him quite squishy and wet as their milk cascaded over those scales.
Yet the scales were still scales, and their breasts were still made of soft, delicate tissue. The longer they stroked, the most firmly they crushed their tits around him, the more scraps and pinches they accumulated across their sensitive, swollen breasts. That didn’t bother Archleon at all, but it bothered them - While they completed their slovenly tasks, their faces would occasionally wince and contort with hurt. Not to mention the Prince within Mayael's belly who didn’t much like the close contact and how her body frequently pressed against the other girls.
“Your sister is a fly-fucked slut,“ Zunatana tittered in a whisper.
The unexpected sentence froze Mayael's blood. She had no idea what such nonsense was supposed to mean, what the succubus was talking about… but there was a sharpness to the sadism in Zunatana's voice, a wickedness to her glee. How did Zunatana know that one of the adventurers had been her sister? How did she know what was happening to her? Surely, she was making it up… Yet it didn't have to be true to hurt her. The mere memory of lost Niranya drew teardrops from the druid's eyes.
The three women kept kneading their breasts against the dragon's manhood. They used their tongue against him as well… their whole bodies serving to worship the dragon. Princess Amayila would lick his shaft like a boar licking lichen off the facade of a rock. Mayael, by contrast, would dip her head low and tongue-fuck his large, dangling balls. Zunatana - who had a tongue as long as a serpent - would snake that appendage upwards and scrub the bulge of his knob.
“Your leader is now a latrine,“ Zunatana mocked as if divulging some momentous secret. “A shit-pit, a piss-pot. A filthy hole in a filthy hole.“
The succubus peered at her with laughing eyes even while ministering to that prodigious cock. Mayael couldn't fathom why she was saying such bizarre and obscene things, yet they were still pricks at Mayael's psyche. Harrowing her with their unknown fates.
Amayila, the princess, seemed the most disgusted by being forced to perform such slavish fellatio. While Zunatana beamed like a whore and Mayael was submissively obsequious and mutely miserable, the ancient princess still showed disdain with every squeeze of her milk-swollen tits. Because of her aristocratic background, this only entertained Archleon rather than annoyed him. Were he ever truly frustrated with the princess he would usually eat one of the slavegirls.
“The Barbarian. A zombie. Getting gangbanged. A puppet trapped in her own head,“ Zunatana whispered almost directly into Mayael’s ear. The druid tried to squeeze out her demonic voice from her head. The succubus was merely mocking her. Speaking nonsense and lies meant to vex. It wasn’t possible.
“The tiefling… just a public taproom whore,” Zunatana scoffed.
“Stop it,“ Mayael whispered.
“Your sister a fly-fucked slut,“ Zunatana then repeated as if mumbling some children’s rhyme.
“Why-“
“Your leader, a latrine,“ Zunatana continued.
Tears streaked down from Mayael's eyes like milk did from her teats.
“Barbarian, the gangbanged zombie, trapped forever,” she continued in her sing-song voice.
Tears dripped from Mayael’s eyes. “You lie-“
“Tiefling? Just a taproom whore,“ she continued, staring over right from the top.
She continued taunting her with the hateful rhyme, and all the while, their trio of varied tits crushed Archleon’s cock between them. He was smothered and buried under the udder-flesh from all angles, rewarded for all of the evil he had done with their bodies. Soon, the Great Serpent's testicles started to grow warm and heat up. Eventually, they even began to all but boil, as scorching-hot as the prince that burned within Mayael’s womb.
“Your sister’s a fly-fucked slut,“ Zunatana continued to insidiously chant.
Mayael closed her weeping eyes and redoubled her intimate tit-scrub. She couldn't know their fates. She couldn't. The succubus was just mocking her. The succubus was just mocking her.
“Uuuuurrrggghh,“ Archleon grumbled with deep and profound pleasure, his voice echoing down the grotto.
The trio of them could feel the orgasm coming long before it happened. The sperm sprayed like magma sluicing underneath the earth towards a volcano. All three of them kept scrubbing and shuffling their tits against that erogenous rod, working hard to maximize his pleasure. They even felt it as his pleasure spurted upward like a geyserIt’s superabundance of ropey wads and chunky bundles rained down over their faces and tits. Innumerable clumps pelted them even while the trio still breast-squeezed that orgasming prong, keeping its exhilaration sky-high. The baleful creature that had enslaved them all was having a truly tremendous climax, one entirely built at their expense.
Zunatana’s crimson skin was splattered in tacky white. Amayila’s regal appearance was stained and besmirched by lowly seed. The Druid’s woodland tawny was painted in the colors of sperm. The trio's skin was all marked the same way he had marked their wombs.
Mayael kept crying even as she was hosed in the scummy thick seed. As always, the Prince in her womb was outraged that all attention wasn't devoted to him. He kept up the antagonism towards her, treating her like an incubator rather than a beloved mother.
This was her fate now. Not a valorous adventuress. Not a heroic druid. Not an elven mother to the next generation. She was a slave, a breeder among the ranks of Archleon the Great Serpent. She was just another one of his conquests. A captive among many. An anonymous womb meant to squeeze out babies until the day she perished.
“Your sister is a fly-fucked slut. Your leader, a latrine,“ the Succubus continued to sing, burying the tone right down deep into Mayael's soul. “Barbarian the gangbanged zombie. Puppet trapped in her own head. Tiefling just a taproom whore,“ she continued singing.
It would be a tune that Mayael heard until the day she died.
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