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"Huh? What are you, ah!?"

She gasps when he grabs handfuls of her tits, letting her nipples poke out between his fingers. Streams of milk squirt out and land on his hands, rolling down his scales and onto hers.

"Un-unhand me!" she shouts, "this is demeaning. This is too much, even for wuh-what I did to you! No, please don't,--- ah!?"

He latches his mouth around her nipple, caressing the breast, rubbing and squeezing it as he pinches his lips against her. He embraces it with the suction, and more of that boob juice squirts out and splashes into his mouth and tongue. He groans, his eyes rolling back in the erotic delight of conquering this dragoness. He growls and chuckles as he sits on her lap, just below that great belly, letting his cock flop down on her again, but not entering her and indeed not touching that sacred mound where a new life was growing.

Meanwhile, she shudders and writhes underneath him, panting and rolling her eyes back, letting out little protesting sounds that melt away with each additional suckle on her swollen tit.

He pulls back, licking his lips, smiling, and letting some milk dribble onto her. "Fuckin' delicious. You're built to be a mother, you know that?'

"S... shut up.." she moans, trying to cover her chest.

"Oh, hey, I'm not done yet. What about your other one?"

Her arms fall to the side, giving him access.

"I knew you liked it" he snickers and then wraps his arms around her back, pushing her up and delving into her other tit like a parched traveler.

She moans, arching her back, wrapping her arms around his head, and pushing him closer. "Oh, by the gods," she gasps. "It feels so wonderful. Drink it... drink it all!"

He pops his lips from her and licks at the sensitive nipple. "Only because I own you, bitch," he snarls. "Not because you want it."

"Y... yuh... yes, own me, please, take it all from the tap. I have been defeated. I am yours forever!"

He suckles upon her, tilting his head back and gulping down the milky goodness. He stands up, wiping his arm over his face, and looks down at her. "Hah... fat fuckin' chance. You made your bed. I, on the other hand, have years of freedom to make up... Freedom you stole from me."

"Wuha...?" she reaches up lazily for him. He turns away from her, stepping out of that chamber that had been his prison for oh-so-long and disappearing into the light of the day beyond. He lets the warmth spread over his body as he spreads his arms and wings wide. With a triumphant roar that only a dragon can muster, he flies off into the air, disappearing over the horizon.

The sorceress lies on the ground. Her body is sticky with milk and sex. Her energy is entirely gone. She groans and rubs her stomach. "So, is this my future? Will I ever recover? D... damn you for leaving me, you... you selfish, selfish man." She sighs, then smiles, bringing herself to sit up with a slow slide, snorting and patting her tummy delicately. "W-well, I guess it can't be all bad, right? You feel... so wonderful in there. I wonder what sort of person you'll be? I guess time will find out, my darling."

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The sorceress coos as she walks through the castle hall, cradling the child with its mouth against her breast. It suckles upon her tit as she stops to lull it asleep. Meanwhile, underneath her swollen breasts, her belly is still just as big as the day, only a few days before, when she was pregnant with her first child. "Yes, my child," she says, "Thanks to my potion, you'll have a little sibling very soon. It's all your daddy's fault. Every one of his seeds is inside me. I feel them growing. I'm sure one day, I'll pump out all the children he gave me, and then, sweet angel, I'll find a way to bring daddy back here so I can give him his just desserts again. But that is for another time. As for now, drink... Mommy will take good care of you and your siblings, dear."

She chuckles, kissing the dragonling on the forehead. She steps through her castle, ready to plot and plan for a new day, the excitement welling up in her mind and in her core to have and tease him once more. But first, she stops and stands in her dressing room. A warm fire burns and crackles there, making shadows dance over her gravid form. She clicks up to the mirror and gazes deeply upon it, turning this way and that. The dress she wears plunges low, allowing her to let her little one suckle at her swollen breast. It splits underneath her chest, spreading out to show off her round belly, swollen with abundant joy within. The new arrival kicks and squirms within as if it knew that it was the star of the show in its mommy's tummy. She lowers one hand to stroke the round form, swirling over her popped-out navel. Oh, such a transformation her body has gone through. She cannot hate him for it; he may have ruined her old figure, but this new motherly body has its own allure. Instead, she walks up to the fire, sits down, and cradles her young whelp in her arms, enjoying the warmth that spreads over her round form and penetrates deeply into her.

"One day soon, young ones, I'll bring your daddy back. Mommy will have the last laugh once again."