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The dragon was big, bigger than Theya had been led to believe, bigger than she had heard stories of and she felt her heart leaping into her throat from the moment she had broached the cavern. She never would have taken the job if she had known the sheer size of the creature, she had been under the impression that the dragon that was driving small farmers out of the area would be like others. Roughly the size of a pony, full of bluster and threats, using the threat of fire as the reason that he could maintain a position of power. And she had never feared fire…until today.

He was thickly armored with sharp red scaling tipped with black edging and was easily the size of a draft horse. The moment she’d seen him she’d realized that the job to assassinate him was one she never should have taken, no amount of money in the world was worth it. Even now she was cursing under her breath as she crept along the back of the lair that he had made for himself. Watching as he toyed with a gem that was the size of her skull, more riches than she had ever seen an outlier dragon possess.

The only dragons that came this far were ones that didn’t have enough standing or the bloodlines to be secure in their own Empire. They would have been servants or less there, and most of them were young and stupid. This wasn’t a young or stupid male, nor did he look particularly ill fed or destitute, if anything, he was in the prime of his life and should have been secure in his own territory, not in some backwater area like this. There weren’t even any mines her that would have interested him in wealth.

She had been hunting bounties for most of her adult life, ever since she had figured out that a kobold that had smooth hide instead of scales could make an excellent spy and assassin. She learned how to kill from a distance, knowing that she was silent without the scaling and underestimated if she were caught. She had only begun to move to dragons when she had gotten enough skill to know how to kill them, quietly and quickly. Besides, most dragons that decided to try and claim ‘territory’ were young brash males, easily taken out.

They were always trying to find a way to increase their territory, to push past the treaties that had been made in order to set themselves in their own little kingdoms. She offered a final solution to them, one that she charged a fortune which left her well off and the envy of her compatriots. It wasn’t as if a scaled kobold could be as silent as she was and a human wouldn’t have the eyes to see in the darkness that she boasted. And this one would make her reputation.

Just get him in the eye, he’s bigger, but no different… She thought with another lurch as the dragon batted the gem, rolling it across the ground before giving a slow stretch.

She lifted the small crossbow with it’s diamond tip, the poison so thickly on it that she felt confident even it missed the eye and scratched him, it would at least slow him down enough for a kill later. She slithered along the rocks, her talons finding purchase so that she was nearly upside down at some points, working her way closer. She reached the bottom and drew in a breath as she saw the dragon stand up, the four powerful paws flexing and showing claws tipped in gold.

His orange and red eyes turned, brightening faintly as his tapered muzzle fixated towards where she was hiding, her only warning before he lifted one golden tipped paw. The kobold felt the magic with a sudden whoosh, as if the air was sucked from the room before the talons started to glow, tracing a rune in the air. Theya couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, her jaws opened and tried to suck down air as her eyes bulged and she thrashed backwards, dropping the cross bow with a clatter that echoed around the cave.

“Finally…” The voice rumbled and echoed around her as the dragon dropped his forepaw. “I was growing bored of waiting for you to take the bait, assassin.”

The light brightened around her, rock work glowed and fixed on a point above her, the paint that colored her blue hide didn’t hide her beneath the light. Not that hiding was in the picture when she was choking to try and breathe, pulling backwards to set her back against the wall before trying to drag herself upwards. Her talons scraped roughly against the rocks, leaving white furrows against them as the drake padded forward with an almost lazy look on his face, the slit pupils narrowing down as he fixed her with a look.

“_Vishti.” _ He hissed and Theya was able to gulp down a mouthful of air when the magic broke as he reached out to pick up the discarded crossbow. “Crude, but effective, deadly little thing for a kobold, and not a even scale on you to protect you.”

“I-“ She began, her mind racing with panic, trying to latch onto a lie, an excuse as the dragon loomed above her.

“Don’t waste a lie, you have been hunting us. Deadly little thing.” He rumbled, his paw coming down to crush the firing mechanism on the handheld bow. “Deadly enough that word has spread, you’ve killed too many.”

“I was doing my job.” Theya choked out, standing up and keenly aware that the only other weapon she had was a dagger held flat to her back.

Every job like this she went naked, she scorned anything that might catch on rocks or give her away. She had never been caught, she was small and quick, silent and painted in a way that kept her from sight and hid her scent. She had no idea what had caused him to realize she was around, but he didn’t look ready to kill her, instead he made a show of padding around her. One of his gold tipped talons scraped against her shoulder, flaking away some of the body paint.

“They invaded, tried to-“ She began when the claw raked down and she let out a shrill cry as it raised a welt on her sleek hide.

“I am aware, so you killed them in their lairs, seven young drakes.” He hissed softly and came back to face her. “I might have forgiven that, they were… not valuable, but the female, she was of value.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She snapped out and tried to back up again when the length of the spined tail lifted and slammed her back against the wall.

Sharp spikes pushed against her, making her hold her breath as he lowered his head and he let out a rough thick laugh. The sound was mocking, tinged with rage and he blasted out a breath of air that raced over her. He smelled of reptile and metal and his teeth glistened as he parted his jaws opened to reveal the length of a dark black tongue. The forked tip nearly touching her as he made sure she was aware of just how much larger he was.

She knew what he was talking about, a few months ago she had taken out a female and male that had taken over a small town. She wasn’t sure if they had been siblings or a mated pair, but they had nearly enslaved the small community and seemed ready to enlarge before she had been hired on to remove them. The tail raked her and the dragon reared up, the gold tipped talons closing around her body with a force that dug down against her sides before she was lifted up.

“Her father was enraged, he would pay dearly for your death, if you were human.” The drake twisted his lips back in a sickening parody of a smile. “But you are not human, little kobold, so I think he will not wish your death, but you will give him a daughter for a daughter, little assassin.”

The words were almost a purr, thick with amusement, the suggestion sending a cold wave of terror down her back. She thrashed backwards, but his claws closed down around her kept her from doing more than squirming. She had grown up with whispers of kobolds taken by dragons, in war, their base similarities making them suitable to live in the harsh Empire as slaves or pets. And the ever present whisper of depravities done to females, after all, it was no secret that dragons and kobolds shared a common ancestor.

Theya gave a wild lunge backwards, trying to break free even as the claws raked her, but the black and red dragon only lifted his paw and drew a glyph in the air. It glowed and burned, the world narrowing down and turning black as her head was thrown back as she lost the muscle control to hold it up. The last thing she felt was her body being drawn up against the broad scaled body and her knife being ripped from her back.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Theya knew that the dragons held the majority of the world’s precious gems, that their Empire was one of lavish wealth, what she wasn’t prepared for was the obscene gaudiness of a wealthy drake. She had woken parched and dizzy in Til-Zhad’s palace, thrown into a room that was an opulent prison of gold and silk. The marble floor was inset with small gems to create a mosaic of a dragon in flight, the windows carved elaborately and gold leaf chasing over them.

There was a large steaming tub in one corner, deep enough that several of her kind could have fit in it, while the scant decorations in the room seemed to lend themselves to restraints. Though, the restraints were all decorative, as if the owner had shied away from simple shackles and chains. It was an oddity that left her uncertain about what fate waited for her here. And she hadn’t been alone, it had almost been a relief to find the pair of kobolds in the room with her, at first.

The pair of males had at first appeared young, slender and not possessing any real muscle to them or the short horns of a mature male, but that had been before she’d realized that they had been castrated. They were both gold scaled, as if they had been chosen to match the room and neither of them was inclined to help her. Instead, they behaved as a unit, ignoring her begging and threats as they had stiffly informed her that Til-Zhad wanted to have her prepared to face him.

At least they like to talk.. She thought as she tried to shrink back against the side wall as they murmured about the state of her painted hide.

The soldier that had been sent for her had dropped her here, she had been told, unconscious under the spell and collected quite a heavy reward for her capture. The only thing he had left behind were welts that had chased over her body from his scales, only a few spots had drawn blood and stung. The slaves clucked and sympathized over her wounds, but still made no attempt to listen when she asked for their help.

“Why would you do this to your hide? It is soft, like suede, it must be treated carefully, not painted with mud.” Gyan said with a little hiss of dismay, picking up a large sponge to begin to scrub her.

“Help me escape… please.” She hissed out as Trill began to work a sponge behind her, making her jerk backwards in an attempt to get away. “We can call escape.”

“This smells foul, he won’t enjoy you smelling like that.” Trill commented, not answering her attempt to win them over. “Tip the bucket over her, it must be the mud.”

“I smell fine!” She snarled out and then let out a short cry as Gyan threw a bucket of water over her head. “Fuck!” She snarled the last curse as the water flowed over her.

She choked and sputtered as it ran over her so that Trill could begin to scrub at her with a will. The mixture of paint and mud coming off and leaving a dark filthy patch on the floor as it revealed the deep smooth blue of her hide. The utter disregard they had for her frightened her, especially as she got a look at Gyan when he returned to cleaning her stomach and thighs. He hadn’t just been castrated, he had been denuded of everything that could have made him male.

There was little more than a gold plug set where his sheath had been, obviously to allow him to relieve his bladder, but no hope that there was anything inside of it. The fact that neither had grown into malehood told of the fact they had been castrated when they were still quite young. Didn’t they care that they were slaves? Or she was willing to help them to get free if they could aid her.

“Such lovely smooth hide, exotic.” Trill sighed out in delight before giving her a little push. “Come, we will ready you. The master does not appreciate filth.”

“It will help your wounds.” Gyan murmured softly, sweetly as she was pushed towards the tub that had been prepared for her. “Come..”

“I don’t think so.” Theya snapped out, feeling some of her courage returning. Did they really believe she would simply prepare herself for whatever dragon had taken her?

Trill made an expression of sympathy, an expression that was at odds with his actions as he stepped forward to grip her arm. His well trimmed talons bit down against her, hauling her up while Gyan moved to her other side, dragging her towards the tub. The tried to fling herself backwards, and should have been easily able to break free, but their hold only tightened around her. They were stronger than they looked, and in the end, she was hauled towards the steaming bathing tub and pushed into it before she could do more than let out a snarl.

The water was too hot for her comfort, not quite burning, but uncomfortable as she tried to scrabble upwards. The tub was deep, the water nearly reaching to her chest as she stood in it and the pair of castrated males loomed above her. She sputtered and felt the slight burn that was starting to tingle over her hide as her body tried to adjust to the temperature. Her nostrils flared and she moved towards the edge of the tub, trying to drag herself out, but Trill was there and pushed her back.

Gyan moved behind her and then began to use a length of rag to scrub over the length of her back. The touch on the welts made her hiss out sharply, the burn causing her to surge forward while Trill slid himself into the water with her. He didn’t even wince at the heat, but he had scales on his body to keep him from feeling the heat. He used his weight to pin her as they began to scrub her, working over the soft hide with rough textured brushes to get the last of the paint from her.

There was something impersonal about the way they handled her, ignoring her protests as she was moved and even pushed up against the inner thighs. There was something eerie about the way that they handled her, pulling and turning her as she sputtered. The water was soon showing a hint of cloudiness as they got the last bit of the paint from her, the steam rising about her nose and making her crinkle her lips back at the sharp scent of it.

Whatever they had put in it, it wasn’t a normal soap or herb smell, it was almost musky and the oil clung to her where it rested on the surface. Gyan finally grabbed her muzzle as she tried to turn it about, pulling it closer to him so that he could use a length of oiled cloth to start to polish along the sweep of her muzzle. The slow and careful movements rubbed back and forth, burnishing her hide and darkening it as the scent coated her and Trill grabbed her hips.

“Hold still, we will not fail Master Zhad, he desires that you be ready for him.” He hissed at her when she tried to drop them, her body stretched on the surface of the water.

“I’ve no interest in being ready for the bastard.” She snapped out, her teeth clicking together on the insult. “If you won’t free yourself, I don’t give a damn, but I won’t be trapped here.”

“You have little choice.” Gyan responded and gripped her muzzle, yanking her head backwards so that she was staring at him upside down, her neck digging on the edge of the tub. “He will have a daughter out of you to replace the one you killed.”

“Perhaps he will replace each one that was killed.” Trill said, not in a way that sounded interested, but more as if it were a simple idle thought.

Theya wasn’t sure what she would have responded because fingers gripped the tip of her clit and pinched down hard enough to make her squeal. The sound broke free before she could stop it and she jerked her head back up, thrashing and splashing in the water, but the castrated males gripped her.

The secure hold allowed Trill to use his claw tips to manipulate the line of her clit forcefully, twisting it back and forth to make her body jerk in place. The sheer clinical ministrations of the movement disconcerted her while he frowned to himself.

The finger drifted lower, and one began to probe at her opening, and the kobold twisted in their grasp, kicking out with one foot. It was sheer luck that allowed her to kick back against his chest and shove off of him, scrabbling at the hard edge of the tub. Her short tail came up and was used to splash more water as Trill hissed out his distaste, trying to grip her, but her smooth hide was wet enough to glide from beneath him.

Her hope surged as she scrambled over the edge of the tub, the water steaming along her hide, but the moment her paw touched the ground she slid forward. She hit the floor, cracking her chin, and before she could get her feet beneath her and Gyan was already moving to grip her. The castrated kobold let out a soft hiss as she tried to scrabble away, but his arms closed around her. The scaling bit against her roughly, but he secured her while Trill stepped out of the tub, water dripping down the length of his back, his expression irritated.

“We do you a kindness, girl.” Trill hissed out to her as he approached and Gyan gripped her firmly.

“Go to hell!” She snarled out, throwing her weight forward while Gyan grabbed her arms, pulling them back and pulling her shoulders together to keep her from getting away.

“Or do you wish to be torn in two?” Gyan breathed into her ear while she was pulled backwards and moved about. “You will thank us for it in the end.”

“Especially if you’re going to bear his eggs.” Trill continued, almost as if completing the other kobolds sentence. “Here, use this to bind her, I will not be kicked again.”

The length of silk ropes were handed over to Gyan before she could do more than to try and squirm free, used to pull her wrists together behind her back. The length of the silk was wrapped down the length of her forearms, twisting around in place and forcing them so close that there was no hope that she’d be able to pull them apart. She let out a wordless angry noise, but she couldn’t try to get her way free with an arch and twitch in place.

She was forced down onto the ground, her back pressed down against the hard ground while she struggled to throw his weight up again while Trill loomed above her. The talons bit down against the curve of her shoulders as Gyan used his weight to make sure that she couldn’t get back up again. The force of the pressure kept her in place while Trill came closer to her and gave her a wary look. The expression was no longer so pleasant as he reached down and caught her ankles.

The rope was used around her ankles, but they weren’t drawn together, distressingly the rope was used to draw her ankles up closer to her body, her knees bending and splitting to either side. She couldn’t do anything to kick or fight, not while they were gripping her, and Gyan took that moment to gather something from the side of the room.

She had assumed the egg-like shape was a decoration since it was seated on a column, but Gyan lifted it with a grunt. The stone was a polished deep orange red flecked with black, the pattern of it decorated with sharp looking overlapping scales. They weren’t flush to the round shell, they stood out with flattened points that looked sharp at the tip, glittering in the light in a way that made her tense up while Trill tightened the silk rope firmly, pulling until her ankles were pressed against her ass, her body leaned backwards at a sharp angle.

“You will need the oil, this will not go in easily.” Gyan commented and fondled the egg back and forth.

“That’s not going in at-NNNF!” The last word came with a sharp shocked sound as a leather muzzle was shoved up and over her nose.

Wide leather straps were pulled over her maw, making her clench her jaws down and she tried to shake it free. Without being able to pull her hands in front of her and gaining any traction, she couldn’t hope to rip it free. Her eyes bulged a little bit, letting out an angry noise that was nearly a growl as Gyan returned with the egg. She couldn’t look away from it, it was nearly the size of her head, the shape more round than any egg she had seen before, with only a faintly smaller top.

Trill moved her, the castrated male seemingly unmoved by her sleek naked form as he heaved her up and made her chest rest against him. It took some of the pain from her curved back, but he did it only to have better access to the line of her loins. His fingers and the dulled claws were pushed between her legs and spread her mound apart with a disregard for her angry snarl that caused her to throw her weight back.

She tried to use her short horns to strike him, but he carefully kept his head away from her so they only bounced against his shoulder. She felt her cheeks heat up, the hide going dark with humiliation as the fingers probed her in a manner that was entirely impersonal. He pushed his fingers inwards with a force that started to stretch them open, splaying them with enough pressure that she let out a noise in the back of her throat.

Trill dropped down into a crouch in front of her, tipping his head to one side, watching as his companion’s finger pushed in deeper and then he clucked his tongue. “You would have been better off being a slut, it would be easier.”

That caused her to snarl, twisting her lips back behind the leather of the muzzle. It wasn’t that she was virginal, she had found that many kobold’s enjoyed the feel of smooth hide on their scales, but she wasn’t

“The oil?” Gyan prompted as he set the egg down with the click of stone on stone. “That will help things.”

“There’s not enough oil in the kingdom.” Trill answered with a little edge of laughter. “But at least Master Zhad will be pleased by the scent.”

The oil that was brought out was in a rubbery looking bulb, the tip a similarly textured nub as the scent that struck her nose was the same from the tub. Theya gave her head a little shake in dismay before Gyan took it and allowed Trill to pull his fingers out of her body, replacing it with the nozzle. There was no pain as it slid in, but the moment his paw clenched around the bulb, oil was flooding inside of her body with an intensity that caused her to suck in a sharp breath.

It was cold as it flowed inwards, dribbling out messily around the base of the device as he pushed upwards, smearing the thick viscous liquid through her. The scent of it filled the air, making her protest as he drew it back and she heard the dribble of it falling down towards the ground, puddling between her thighs. It barely drew out before Trill was pushing his fingers back inside of her, working to coat inside of her body. It both seemed to take forever, and take no time at all, not when she realized what would happen next.

The egg was drawn towards her, dragging across the ground as if Gyan found it too heavy to lift up again. They couldn’t be serious, it was too big, far too large, and the scaling was sharp looking. Her panic was building as it was pushed under her and rolled so that it was balanced on the smaller end, the widest point lifted up between her thighs. Trill shoved her forward, making her nearly crouch over it as her knees ached sharply and the cold stone brushed her inner thighs.

“NNFFF!!!” She snarled out angrily, twisting and trying to drop backwards to get away, the scales were extended out so they’d catch her as it shoved in.

“This is kindness.” Trill asserted again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You do not want to be useless for giving him offspring.”

“Useless slaves are not kept often.” Gyan chimed in, giving her a look as he gripped her hips in his hands. “We are kept because we are useful, and you… you would only be a reminder of what he lost.”

“Yesss… If you prove unable to carry eggs, he would simply cast you to his soldiers to be used.” The other hissed into her ear. “At least this way, it will be only him.”

“You will be valued.” Gyan picked up, dragging her hard downwards before the other kobold continued the conversation.

“Worthy of care..” He murmured and joined the other slave, dragging her downwards until the cold stone kissed her glistening oil covered pussy.

“Let us give you this kindness, stretch your womb.” Gyan said and he looked her straight in the eyes, no glint of lust or eagerness, not arousal showed as he pulled her down.

The moment the stone jammed up against her pussy she felt a shock as the spot where the overlapping scaling drove up against her and pinched against her outer lips. If she had been scaled like most of her kind, she would have at least had that protection against her outer folds, but her skin offered little as the pair used their weight to force her down onto the egg. The spread of it brutal, immediately jamming up against her clit and impossibly large as trails of oil coated around it.

She tried to wriggle back up again, but the pair used their weight against her, shoving harder so that her mound began to split and stretch open wider. The edge of the scales raked her so painfully that the world blurred behind tears that sprang to her eyes and she thrashed to try and get free. The finely chiseled points weren’t sharp enough to rip at her pussy, but they were sharp enough to leaves welts and her clit was being dragged with them as her mound began to work to stretch itself apart.

The skin worked and the drag of the scales that caught against the edges pushed the strained flesh in on itself. The pain was a burn that caused tears to run along her cheeks as they used her weight and their hands on her to begin to jam her downwards onto the thing. Her gut twitched, spasms rippled in protest as the next rake of the scales against her clit twisted pain and pleasure together. Though, what little stimulation that could have been pleasurable was ripped away with the beating pain.

“SSSSSHHHHTAWWP!” Theya shrieked out the words as there was another shove and the wider portion of the egg began to jam its way into her.

It was too much, the pressure was building as dozens of angled scales raked inside of her, the thinning skin being dragged over to form welts that rose upwards. Her rasping breath came out faster as she tried to struggle, but the moment she twisted her hips, her walls clamped down and the world went black around the edges. The pain thrashed through her, sharp electric burns that raced up the length of her spine until she wasn’t able to think about anything except what she was feeling.

The pair of kobolds took the time to pull her downwards, the force of it tearing her, she could feel it. The small microfissures that formed and split to make room around the bulge that was wedging itself further into her birthing canal. She could feel the hot tears running down her muzzle as she choked and started to hyperventilate, she couldn’t stop herself as they widest point of the egg raked and dragged the obscene O of her pussy and then jammed its way home.

Her muscles were twitching, trying to adjust to the intruder, small leaps and quivers that raced through her, and each one of them created a new edge of torment. Her clit felt raw as it was scraped over, throbbing and swollen as the egg pushed higher inside of her and the scales found new places to assault. She felt a spasm and then cramp race across her stomach as the base jammed up against the narrow opening of her cervix being jammed roughly.

There were less nerves there, but what she lacked in those sensitive nerves, was made up for in the sheer violent of her body being shoved downwards. The sphincter of cervix wasn’t given a chance to dilate naturally, it wasn’t coaxed, it was punched inwards until another cramp ripped across her stomach. She felt her walls clamp down in natural response, attempting to push out the invader, but even that tightening only added to the feel of her skin being abraded and torn.

The small tears felt in new stings that spread liberally through her pussy as Theya let out an animalistic noise in the back of her throat. She couldn’t stop it, she was choking on it, her body spasming again with a sudden shudder as her cervix started to be peeled open. Her stomach muscles bunched again, the tension growing to the point that she tried to thrash again, choking on a noise that was primitive and nearly a shriek as the egg wedged itself upwards.

Muscles that had never been meant to be so rapidly spread were forced to compensate, her body seized and twitched as she dropped her head down towards her chest as her she felt the bruising grip on her hide. Gyan finally released her and moved to grip the subtly smaller end of the egg. He lifted it up and helped it to meet her as her cervix was scraped and abused, ripping through her lower stomach.

“It will be easier coming out.” Trill said into her ear. “We will still help you, even if you do not see it yet.”

Theya wanted to curse at him, to snarl and snap her jaws, but the only thing she could do was twitch as she was experiencing the swell of the egg jamming itself into her belly again. Her stomach was bulging outwards sharply, the skin smoothing down while Trill dragged her backwards against him and made sure to give his companion room. Gyan’s hand pressed the underside of the stone egg and gave it a sudden forceful jam into her body.

She felt the contraction ripple across her, the tightening of her muscles were working with enough force that she lost all self control. She was sobbing out a sound that was nearly begging them as the paw forced the egg through her abused flesh. The skin grew swollen and welted within her passage, feverishly hot where the paw was forcing it home, and she felt his own scales against her.

They could feel the egg trying to settle inside of her, the sudden brutal movements were causing her to experience the pressure that was spreading through her lower stomach. She tried to curl forward, but Trill gripped her, pulling her more forcefully backwards as the egg was squeezed through the opening of her cervix. Her entire body shuddering as the tapered end was pushed through, the weight of it feeling as though it were trying to crush her from the inside.

“There…you see? So much easier to push out this way.” Gyan said in what she assumed was supposed to be a soothing voice. “Once your womb is stretched, then you will give our master a fine egg.”

“Rrrrnnn!” She snarled at him, her voice choked behind the muzzle as a sob tried to rise up in the air.

“The sutures, we do not wish her to push it out.” Trill offered, tipping his head to one side as his fingers toyed against the line of her stomach. “He would not be pleased..”

Theya could only snarl at them, her entire body shuddering as she felt the egg being swallowed behind her achingly abused cervix. The muscles twitched and jerked in response, some of them torn and strained, and she tried not to think about a needle sliding through that supple flesh. And this was supposed to help her? She had no idea how, only she now felt a rising panic at the thought of meeting their master. If this was their kindness, what would be his cruelty?

~ ~ * ~ ~

A day and a night passed with Theya experiencing her imprisonment in a way that drove home that no matter how elegant the room, she was little more than a slave. She was kept clean and oiled, attended to by the pair of castrated males and fed regularly, her waste taken away and her body kept in perfect condition. They treated her with a civility that was eerie as they seemed to lack even the most basic sympathy for the pain that they caused her.

Trill and Gyan had sewn her cervix shut with a gold thread that would keep her sealed shut, her stomach bulging around an egg as large as her head. The skin was tender and every movement was a torment since the stone weighed far more than any egg ever would. There was a constant feel of pressure that never let up and created the sharp cramps that ran across her stomach at odd moments.

Her pussy was puffy from the abuse, it was healing, but the skin was tender and swollen, the nerves sensitive to the smallest touch. Even if they hadn’t sewn her cervix shut behind the egg, she wouldn’t have wanted to lay the thing. The memory of the pain haunted her until she tried to convince herself it was better to be weighed down with the stone rather than risk having it push out of her body and restretch the healing flesh.

She shifted on the pile of pillows, hearing the gold chain rattling as the collar that had been locked onto her throat. The weight of it wasn’t much physically, but symbolically it left her devastated. There wasn’t even so much as a scrap of cloth to cover her nudity with, no comforts offered except those that would please the dragon that held her. Trill had made it clear that the reason they attended her was so that their lord wouldn’t deal with filth or an ill prepared female.

“Sit up!” There was a sudden hiss from the door as it opened up, Gyan erupting into the room. “NOW!”

“What is it?” She asked, shifting her engorged stomach as the castrated male flung himself to the ground.

His chest was heaving rapidly as he did so, going face first on the ground and prostrating him as the door swung open wider. Trill held it open, but he too threw himself to the ground, leaving her struggling to get up. The adjustment of the egg made her suck in a sharp breath, nearly cursing as she pushed her hands up and managed to get her knees under her. The position was awkward thanks to how short the chain was, but she managed as a dragon filled the door way with a low rumble.

“So… I finally meet my daughter’s assassin.” The voice came out in a deep baritone as he passed by the pair of kobolds.

“Lord Til’Zhad.” Theya choked the word out, and then cleared her throat, trying it again. “Lord.” She amended and tried to incline her head as he came forward.

“We have prepared her, master.” Trill said with his muzzle still firmly placed to the ground, not looking up.

“Leave us.” Zhad ordered them, not angrily, but firmly and Gyan and Trill scrambled on all fours to leave, not lifting their heads to even glance at her.

Theya felt a surge of panic at her fellow kobolds leaving her, for all that they had abused her, they had been her own kind, and their exit left her alone with the dragon the filled the room with his presence. She felt a small sharp pain rip across her stomach as she tried to look fearless, ruining it with a hiss of pain that caused him to let out a sound of satisfaction.

What had seemed like a large enough room, suddenly felt tiny as the dragon approached her with eyes that glittered molten gold. She stiffened and tried to stand up, but the chain yanked her back down, straining as the collar dug along the curve of her throat. Much like the drake sent to capture her, Zhad was larger than other dragons she had seen. Unlike that drake, his scaling was polished and filed down, giving him a sleek and well bred appearance.

And like his home, he displayed his wealth in a near garish way.

His horns were crowned in gold, a heavy necklace was wrapped around his scaled neck and boasted an egg sized emerald that offset the color of his scales. Gyan and Trill bolted around him, and as he stepped further into the room she saw that his back held a line of gold rings set on the polished spines. They were catching the light, flashing briefly while he lowered his head to look at her, one of his lips curling back to reveal a sharp polished fang.

_Be bold, be brash, don’t let him think he has you on the upper hand. _ Theya thought and tried to make herself look unafraid as the dragon approached.

“Aren’t you going to beg?” He asked and came in even closer, swinging his head near enough she could see the pattern of the violet on blue coloring. “Cry? Or have you been broken by my servants so swiftly?”

“Why would I beg?” She snapped out, and she managed to not to let her fear creep into her voice.

She moved and the moment she did the heavy stone egg was drooping down against her stomach, the ache of it making her suck in a sharp breath as her cervix tried to spread open around it. The sutures held, but she could almost feel them digging along the skin and trying to spread apart. The cramp ripped across her lower stomach and she curled forward, trying her best to hide the way that it made her stomach muscles twitch and jerk. Her breathing came faster, her jaws parted open and the dragon let out a cruel chuckle as he lifted his claw and hooked into the ring of her collar and kept her from drawing back.

As she dropped onto her ass she felt her stomach twitch again, her breathing turned into shallow pants as he drew in a breath. His muzzle was low enough that she could see his nostrils flare open wide and then the length of his tongue flickered out. He sampled the air around her, dancing briefly and drew his inner eyelid across his eyes. The expression was almost dreamy as he came so close the heat of his breath ran across her body and he lifted his other forepaw to slide across her.

“So fragile, such soft skin, a wrong flex of my claws and you would be laid open.” Zhad said and drew his eyes open again. “At least you have proven you can hold an egg, so your life will be spared.. for now.”

“And I-“ Theya began, intending to answer him with more boldness when the chain was snapped from her neck and he yanked her against him.

He reared onto his haunches as she stumbled, the egg weighing her down to the point that she was terrified she would fall over. The regal countenance that looked at her became less civilized as he flicked his tongue out and the rough wet appendage ran along her chest, her neck. She tried to shove away as he dragged it higher and let out a noise that was nearly like a purr. A sound that disturbed her even further as she realized that his body was reacting to her in a way that caused her to feel a wave of fear.

The underside of his stomach was paneled in wide scales that were a deeper green-blue than the rest of him, polished over and accentuated with gold paint, but that wasn’t what she stared at. The dark black glistening cock tip was just starting to push out into the open as he seemed to react to the scent of her. The broad tapered tip fringed with what looked like hooked barbs standing out around the bulbous tip as she tried to break her way free from him.

“Little murderer, be grateful your body can keep you alive.” Zhad snarled and gave her a shove that caused her to muffle a curse. “Be grateful I didn’t snap your neck the moment you arrived.”

The last was thick with rage as he used his paw to grip the back of her neck and threw her towards the ground. She caught herself with her hands, feeling the sharp pain as they hit the ground and his other paw caught her tail and yanked it upwards. The pain shot down her spine as the violence of the act took her breath away and she tried to writhe her way free, but the weight of the egg made the attempt useless.

“I.. am grieved.. I caused you…” She tried to speak, forgetting bold and brash, trying to temper him as the talons bit harder into the soft hide of her neck.

The snarl was so loud in her ears that she felt a wave of blind animalistic panic. She tried to thrash again, but he dragged her under his body, his grip on her tail refusing to let her go as blood ran along the line of her neck from his talons. They sank in deeper, refusing her any quarter as every movement only made her pain worse, but she rank scent of male dragon and the fear that made her heart pound refused to let her meekly submit to him. “You are not grieved, but I will let you feel my rage, my grief… personally…” He hissed into her ear before his jaw clamped down against her shoulder, her neck, teeth digging down.

His paws wrapped around her waist and talons ran against the swell of the stone egg that filled her stomach before he dragged her back against him. There was no easing, no preamble, not even so much as the oil that Trill and Gyan had used. There was only the slimy feel of his cock tip jamming up between her thighs and against her abused pussy and the sudden pressure as he muffled his snarl with a thrust forward.

The world exploded in stars and pain as the draconic cock squeezed into her unprepared passage, the barbs smoothed down by the tightness of her body. The welts and bruising from the egg were all awakened with the pain of him pushing his way through her defenses with a grunt and a smear of hot feeling precum welling up from his tip. Inches were being forced into her, splitting her body apart and her walls clamped down in response, trying to push the invader back out as tears sprang to her eyes.

The hot feel of his breath rushed against the back of her neck as he refused to let her wriggle her way free, her thrashing attempts only earned her the jaws closing down harder against her neck. Though, that was nothing compared with the sudden drag back and the flare of barbs along the dark black flesh. The sharp spines that were meant to hold a female in flight raked her in a way that caused Theya to shriek out and thrash, ignoring the gold tipped claws that squeezed down against her as he pulled his tip nearly free of her.

He outweighed her, out matched her, the egg in her stomach kept her from being able to struggle in any meaningful way. Instead, she was yanked back as his hips snapped forward and he jammed his shaft into her, the barbs smoothed back down as the inches split her apart. He was too large for her body and it had already been abused. His cock tip spilled out thick rivulets of precum that found the small tears in her pussy, making sure that they burned and stung.

She wildly reached down to try and pry the claws free, but his teeth only tightened and he responded by dragging his cock backwards, flaring the barbs inside of her again. Her walls clamped down so that they dug in deeper, not stimulating her into ovulating, but only adding a new torture as the drake began to thrust inside of her. He held her like a toy beneath him, as her body responded with twitches and spasms, and horribly, trying to grow wetter, to do anything to ease the passage.

The next thrust forward came with over half his length, the tip jamming up against her sutured cervix and grinding forward. She felt her vision greying under the haze of that pain, only to have him dragging back again, sawing his way through her with a lewd wet noise. She tried to pry his paws off her again, growing more frantic as she splayed her legs open wider, vainly trying anything to keep the pain from growing worse.

The throbbing beat of her heart was in her own ears as he used his barbs to stimulate her body, each new pain awaking the old aches anew as he claimed her. There was something bestial about what he did, the lunges of his hips solely designed for his own pleasure, the squelching wetness, the force of him. She was choking out her pain as every fresh thrust forward came with brief relief as the barbs smoothed back, but she knew they would be back.

Her pussy strained in a lewd O wrapped around him, and she felt the impact of his knot hitting against her outer lips, grinding forward. The swell of it terrifying her as it nearly pushed its way in. The only thing that stopped it was the stone egg stretching her uterus, but that didn’t stop him from trying. The obscene wet noises, the squelching as precum was pushed out echoed in her ears with the grunts of the male above her, the harsh hissing sounds of pleasure when her body began to squeeze down around him.

“STOP!” She shrieked out wildly as the cock began to speed up, his hips were moving in a blur until she felt no relief from the barbs, nothing to ease her pain.

The jaws released her and Zhad snarled above her, his jaws snapping so close to her head that she shrank back. The moment she moved backwards she felt his knot just opening her walls, squeezing into her vulva, but not past it. It was flaring open wider, swelling, but it wasn’t inside of her where her opening could wrap behind it. His knot was lodged halfway inside of her so that her walls were being stretched open, splitting and clamping along him.

The barbs along the tip of his cock flared open wide, hooking into her the way they were designed to lock with a female dragon. They might have enjoyed that stimulation, but Theya only let out a brief sobbing cry as the entire shaft began to twitch inside of her. The throbbing of the knot twitched where it held her open, nearly tearing her in two as it tried to lock inside of her body before the first fiery rush of cum began to erupt from the tip of his cock.

The thick waves of it poured into her, splattering against her sealed cervix and the stone egg inside of her. Theya’s hips were released as he groaned out and rocked his hips, the kobold’s legs giving out under the mixture of pain and humiliation, horror and despair. The moment they gave out, she found out that enough of his knot had gotten into her to lock her in place, leaving her hanging from him, scrabbling wildly to regain her footing as another eruption of seed poured into her body.

“Be grateful, little murderer… you will learn to beg for my seed,” Zhad panted down at her, reaching a paw to force her head up to see him peering down at her. “As long as I keep your stomach full of eggs, you will live… always remember that.”

Theya swallowed as his eyes met hers, they blazed with anger and lust both as another splatter of his seed moved inside of her, the barbs digging in harder as her walls spasmed down. A lifetime of producing eggs to replace what she had taken from him…. Or death. In that brief moment, Theya wasn’t sure which she longed for. But she did know one thing, once the stone egg was removed from her stretched stomach, her ordeal would really begin.