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To all of my readers:

Major apologies for this great delay! A few days after I had made the posting, I was recently notified that my mother was about to OD and an ambulance was called. Things were really scary at first, but as the only son and family member that was willing and able to make sure that my mother was okay, we got her stabilized and transferred to a hospital where she made a full recovery.

This was a very emotional three weeks, but after everything was handled, I am now mentally capable of writing out what I like doing as a hobby! Considering I have been taking part in D&D Campaigns, I left it up to rolls to see how well some of the plot goes.

Well, let's just say a Nat20 was rolled in this chapter and well... let's just say this plot is going to be wild.

Overview:

This is a Skyrim/D&D crossover where a Half-Dragoness gets roped into the storyline of The Elderscrolls series!

Update:

I changed my Discord to trueforgiveness / TrueForgiveness , please do hit me up!

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The Draconian and The Argonians

Chapter I: Procreation

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Aqua gasped as she awoke to the thrusts that an Argonian known as Zar-Kith pumped into her. Both were underneath the sheets of the small sleeping bag they took over for sleeping gear, humping away into the cold and the night that claimed the outer edges of the mine. Such moans, cries, and familiar claps of flesh were all what Aqua was used to now by this point, even as the male she was with drove his thick shaft deeper and deeper into her snatch.

It had been many long light cycles that Aqua had known since she had been introduced to the rituals the males put her through. She absolutely adored the feelings she experienced, especially when they took her on her back, knees, standing up, on the side, and even at odd angles upon the ground and the walls. Whatever landmark or surface the mine had, Aqua was taken upon it. The fluids the males had produced provided plenty of a drink for her mouth; even as their sticky liquids marked her scales and hide.

Not to mention the stink that reeked all over her hide. It was in addition to her craving for the fluids, that the sticky residue clung to her scent and made the musk of the males be her own. Strangely enough, it was why Aqua was being given this treatment on a constant basis, her moans sung to their ears and her snatch suckled their thick lengths every single time. She was used to them by this point into the many hours of constant thrusting. However, there was a catch to it all in her mind.

What was the reason why she was producing so many eggs? Ever since she had produced her first five clutches on the first nights, the males had given her so much attention since then. More food was provided to her, even the fish that were taken from the lake were used to continue her ravenous production of these eggs...

And when she was finished thinking about this very question, her body spasmed in lust as the male buried his shaft into her hole and filled her snatch with the warmth of another load of his juices. His groans would fill her mind with the pleasure of satisfying another one of the group. Laying there, underneath Zar-Kith, Aqua would wrap her arms around the male's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. As usual, she would feel the male's mouth push down on her maw and his tongue would dominate hers with a sloppy and salivary mass of savage determination.

"You... good." Aqua rasped. It was one other thing she had learned from the males: Language. She was not the best at speaking or going through the essence of mastery, but Aqua still tried. At the recourse of her speech, Zar would look into her eyes and grin at her. "Learning... well." The Argonian spoke, hissing out of satisfaction whilst bringing the essence of his pleasure into her mind.

"Get... up... time for... learning." Zar growled, soon pulling out of the female and unlatching the mat to get up and get ready. Aqua moaned at the male's pulling out of her snatch and stood up, giving Aqua the chance to recover and stand beside him. Based on the consistent amount of these pleasure rituals she had been going through, Aqua was quick to stand and had the strength to hold herself up on her own so quickly.

With a simple walk deeper into the mine, Aqua knew that the initial six Argonians were not all the Argonians within the area. The first male she met was a lookout and the five she pleased were the leaders, and deeper in the cave... thirty more Argonians were all there. In the days she was first brought into their company, each Argonian had their way with her six times and she produced at least seven eggs per Argonian. Ever since that realization by the males, they had decreased the consistent rituals with her and went with teaching Aqua to speak and understand.

Today was the day where Zar was going to teach Aqua how to use magic.

"Power of self. Yourself." The Argonian implied, leading Aqua through the main tunnels of the ever expanding mine. Aqua passed by onlooking fur armored Argonians who gave her lustful looks, but it was not their turn just yet. Based on how badly she reeked of the sexual scent, it was really difficult for the males she passed to not simply fill her hole with fluids even more.

"How...?" Aqua exacerbated, confused as she was amid walking past another male.

"Inside, all life has this." Zar replied.

"What is... life?" Aqua questioned.

In a strike for the ironic, the two would pass by a large chamber where all the eggs the female had produced were gathered. The male would simply pause their walk here and pointed her to the hatchlings that began to perch out from their shells. Their breaking from the shells, the cries for a mother, had stirred another feeling Aqua was not used to.

As a result of the demonstration of life and not in its explanation, the smooth-scaled female walked to the large mass and gathering of young hatchlings that mewled and cried out in open displayed resonation. Thirty of these young hatchlings were gathered from the mass of shells, babes that were new to the world that surrounded them. They were all a mix of purple and green scales, bearing small horns with glowing gold eyes and holding powers unknown. All of these young ones were innocent, so full of this 'life' that was spoken.

However, as the mother looked into her hatchling's eyes...

Something instructed the female to bend down and sit with her hatchlings, and so she did. She would bend down and sit on her rear, her tail wrapping around and curling against her legs. In response, many of her young hatchlings would surround her like she was a familiar stranger... as if she looked familiar in their minds but not total recognition.

When one daring young hatchling crawled up and touched her side...

Aqua simply smiled and patted the young one on the head with her hand. The touch of motherhood resonated in her mind like a wave of new emotions, enshrining her heart with open love. Through the loving display of a mother to care for the young one brought the rest of the hatchlings to move close to Aqua and grace their mother with closeness and a need to be cleaned.

It was to the surprise of Zar, that all Aqua did was snap her fingers and the young hatchlings were cleaned. When Aqua realized what she did, the female widened her eyes and looked at her hand and then to her young ones. She would see they did not know what had just happened other than the fact they were cleaned.

All Aqua could do was simply close her eyes and accept what was to come.

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Power was a word that took Aqua a great deal of time to fully understand. By understanding the virtues of life through the love of her hatchlings, magic came through their affections and abilities she thought she would never understand were possible beyond even what The Argonians could put before her. What was a lesson of magic turned into a lesson of power as her hatchlings awakened such power within her. And that was the reason why Aqua was so revered by her own children and respected by the Argonians who took her in.

By the awakening of these abilities, Aqua was able to speak and comprehend the tongues of her children and The Argonians themselves. Knowledge flowed freely into the female and she now knew of the greater world around her. To understand Argonians as they were, the culture of them caused the female to grow giddy, especially when the Argonians were communal in this... Mine they captured.

On a social structure, she now knew Zar as the leader of this band; one who had taken her multiple times since. She now understood that his cock was thicker among the many Argonians, even as they had their fill with her once she popped out egg after egg from her snatch. What made Aqua even more revered, she was much more proficient in growing large amounts of crops for the males and her children.

Little did she know, The Argonians had plans for her, beyond what she could do in supporting the Argonians and her hatchlings with food, cleaning their bodies, or even using magic to let her speak fluently. In the meantime, all Aqua could do was merely observe and teach the young hatchlings who had now grown to an entire legion of offspring. What had been thirty, had turned into nearly one hundred young lizards in a swift timeframe. Lessons would be taught, and knowledge would be absorbed by the masses of Argonian and Lizard alike.

The distraction of learning and understanding was what kept the Lizards from doing something that would make the Argonians worry.

With time, Zar and the males would see something that surprised them even more: The offspring of Aqua matured faster than the change of the hours of the day. While the crown-horned Aqua didn't seem to understand the implications of rapid fertility and hyperactive maturity, Zar and the argonians were very much concerned on the very nature of the female that was with them. If she could pump out eggs and provide food for them outside of the magical abilities they bore...

What was she? It was a question that began to come through their minds. She was unlike any other who would resist their methods of sex and pleasure or not caring for being with a single mate. Worse, the fact that she didn't have a grasp on her memories was especially unsettling. Aqua was far unlike any of the Argonians Zar and his men were familiar with, especially since there were no female to bear six horns that shaped itself akin to a long U-Shaped crown and bear frills that glowed with her eyesight.

So much was strange about the female, that Zar would plan for a greater objective. However, because the nearby fort of Helgen was burned to a crisp by something great; there was opportunity for greater heights. Because Whiterun was focused on the threat that wiped out their castle, it gave him ideas on taking the fort for himself... especially when the idea of a Bandit ruling a fort made him even more ambitious.

Time to make a move.

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Neck-deep in a vast stock of scrolls made from the fruits and labors of the cave, Aqua hissed as she absorbed so much of what powers her children were discovering. Among her first clutch, fifteen of the thirty lizards were male, and all of them were sent to work on the mines. Space would be made for their future home and weapons on top of armor would be needed for their protection. Many females of the clutch were set aside to be the magical tinkerers of the mine, especially when the need for crops and health would be top priority.

All Aqua needed now was to train her mind on mundane tasks, better than to waste herself in fighting and making herself too dangerous in the magical arts. Zar's reasoning was clear for her: She needed to learn how this realm worked. This land was dangerous for a reason, which was why she did not find it odd to fill her mind with records, mathematics, maps, and reports. It was why she was happier for Zar's regard for her safety... or to keep her here and let him have his way with her.

Her thoughts would soon be interrupted by the knocking sounds of a massive claw... making the knock sound like a thrashing punch. "Come in," Aqua commanded. And what came through the cave entrance, was a seven-foot tall giant of a scaled male... his coloration was dark purple with glowing golden eyes. The moment Aqua looked up and looked at the naked lizard, she would recognize him.

"Ah, Mal'Kath, my son." Aqua smiled, looking at the giant male entering the room.

"All-mother, I seek your counsel." Boomed the large male as he would walk inside.

Aqua would look at her son in curiosity, but nonetheless motioned for the male to enter and come through. "Come, speak. What is bothering you?" She asked him.

Mal would sit on a flat boulder and nod to his soft-tone mother. "I want to see the world out there." He spoke, causing Aqua to cross her arms.

"Mal, it is very dangerous out there. We will be able to go out in force within a few days." She started, looking into his eyes. Aqua could see a fire in his eyes, a desire to conquer and claim rights he inquired. What was critical about him and his kin, they were strong enough to claim it themselves if they wanted to. However, it seemed in her eyes that Zar and the males were preparing them for something, especially considering the implication that there was a war brewing out there on top of the threat over what caused the destruction of the fort.

"At least send me and a few of our own out there to scout... we can cover more ground before we go out there." He suggested, looking at his own mother in position.

"Fine, armor up and get a few weapons so you can scout. Just don't attract attention." Aqua warned, looking into her own son's eyes, and nodding to him to move forward with his desires. Even she could not deny these passions, and she saw many more of her offspring desiring the same thing. It was surprising that her children depended on her, enough to give the female more confidence to continue onwards and train her mind to the tasks at hand.

In thanks, Mal bowed his head to the crown-horned mother before him and walked away.

Strangely enough, when her son departed, the same familiar presence began to build in her mind. However, this time, the influence in her mind spoke as an additional piece in her consciousness.

"Interesting... I had assumed my child died in the fall." Growled the presence, it was rather... unamused in her presence. "What... who are you?" Aqua questioned the voice in thoughts, pausing in her station while her children walked and moved. Within her own psyche, Aqua sensed the presence building more and more within her mind.

"You are distant, but I can still feel you from across the realms. I had carved my essence through the stars... but it seems the gods seek you dead... and there are others... who say otherwise." It continued to speak, a dark and terrifying presence grew from it. Even if the voice looked at Aqua in disinterest, there was enough of an attentive look at Aqua in use as an asset. "The purpose you bear now requires refinement... my guidance... and my worship as your god."

"Again... who are you... mother?"

"I am Tiamat, and your existence is made in my image. Come, Aqua, come learn what you have been missing for so long..."

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Mal's fingers moved deftly as he strapped on his chest plate, the scales of his armor glinting in the torchlight that flickered along the cavern walls. Each piece of armor was handcrafted, honed from the minerals they extracted with his own claws. He reached for his bracers, the cool metal a stark contrast against his warm, purple scaled skin.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed in the chamber, a rhythm too forward and too heavy to belong to anyone but Zar-Kith. Mal didn't need to look up to know that his father's imposing figure filled the entrance, the shadows casting a larger-than-life silhouette.

"What is this?" Zar-Kith's voice rumbled through the chamber like the early warning of an earthquake. "I did not take you from your mother's womb to abandon home on a whim."

Mal stood upright, his height almost rivaling that of his father's. "This is no whim, Father. The mines will not suffer for my absence. I seek to explore the surface before I take it."

Zar-Kith stepped closer, his own armor creaking slightly with the movement. His eyes, two orbs reflecting a lifetime of battle and command, narrowed. "And who granted you this foresight? Who told you to forsake your duties for this... exploration?"

"The All-mother," Mal replied, his voice steady as stone. "She has seen fit to grant me her blessing to scout beyond our confines."

Zar-Kith's jaw tensed, a ripple of disapproval crossing his features. "Aqua may have birthed you, but I am still the leader here. The surface is fraught with danger, and we cannot afford reckless ventures."

"Reckless?" Mal'Kath echoed, the edge of a sneer touching his voice as he lifted a heavy sword, its blade catching the light like a sliver of the day far above. "What's reckless is ignoring the land above, where the real threats and opportunities lie. I will not cower in the dark while the world passes us by."

"You overstep, whelp." Zar-Kith stepped closer, his presence an imposing wall. "Your strength is for the clutch, not personal glory. Your mother may indulge your whims, but I will not."

Zar-Kith's nostrils flared, the air between them charged with tension. "I forbade it, Mal'Kath. The surface world is not our domain. Your duty lies here, within the heart of stone and vines of our kin."

Mal'Kath's armor clinked as he bristled, his stance widening as if to bear the weight of his defiance. "You cannot forbid me from seeing the light of the sun," he bellowed, his voice echoing off the cavern walls. "I will learn of the realm for myself, with or without your leave."

The chamber seemed to constrict, the shadows deepening as the two Argonians faced off. Zar-Kith's hand moved to the hilt of his own weapon, his eyes alight with the fire of authority challenged.

"You forget your place, son," Zar-Kith hissed, the title 'son' laced with venom. "You will obey me, or you will bear the consequences."

Mal'Kath's response was a fierce growl, his own hand gripping his sword. "I am no hatchling to be cowed by threats," he retorted. "I refuse to let you, or anyone, dictate my path."

With a snarl, Zar-Kith lunged forward, his hand swift to draw his blade and strike a blow meant to subdue, to remind Mal'Kath of the hierarchy he was daring to disrupt. But before steel could meet scale, a sudden, brilliant flare of light erupted from Mal'Kath's outstretched palm. Both warriors froze, eyes locked on the incandescent blade that now hummed with power, its glow casting their faces in stark relief against the cavern's gloom.

The blade had no real physical form, no metal or substance, yet it held Zar's strike at bay, the psychic energy of the blade resonating with a sound like the ringing of crystal. Mal'Kath's own eyes widened in disbelief, his grip tightening as if to confirm the reality of the weapon he had somehow summoned forth.

The luminescence from Mal's hand cast eerie shadows across the cavern walls, and both father and son stared at the impossible: a blade of pure glowing energy, pulsing in the young Argonian's grip. It was not crafted by any smith or summoned by known magics; it was something else entirely, something neither had seen nor heard of before.

Zar-Kith's muscles tensed, prepared to strike, but he halted, arrested by the sight. "What trickery is this?" he growled, his voice echoing off the stone.

Mal, too, seemed perplexed, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his gaze transfixed on the glowing weapon. "I do not know," he said, his voice a mix of wonder and confusion. "It came... in defense, a response to your aggression. I cannot explain it."

The blade seemed to hum with a silent song, a symphony of power that Mal felt rather than heard, a resonance with his own life force. He moved his hand slightly, and the blade mimicked the motion, as if an extension of his own will, yet wholly unknown and mysterious.

Zar-Kith's eyes narrowed, the warrior within him recognizing the potential threat--and the potential advantage--of such a weapon. "You conjure blades from thin air," he said, his tone laced with a mix of suspicion and reluctant admiration. "Is this what you seek to do with your newfound freedom? To conjure more unknowns that could threaten us all?"

Mal lowered his hand, and the blade vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a small afterimage burned into the darkness. "No," he asserted with a newfound sense of purpose. "I seek understanding, father. If such power lies within me, then it is my duty to comprehend it, to master it so it does not master me."

Zar-Kith studied his son, the defiance in Mal's posture, the earnestness in his eyes. "Power uncontrolled is power wasted--or worse, power that leads to ruin," Zar cautioned. "If you must pursue this path, do so with caution. Our kind does not take kindly to what we cannot understand." Zar-Kith's eyes flickered with a complex emotion, a mix of irritation and resignation. He studied his son, the defiant set of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. With a weary sigh, the Argonian shook his head, his expression hardening.

"Very well," Zar spat out, the words like stones. "Take your band of hatchlings, then. Choose whoever is foolish enough to follow you to the surface. Mayhap the open air will clear the stubbornness from your mind."

Mal allowed the tension in his body to ebb away, and with it, the psionic energy that had manifested as blades in his palms dissipated into nothingness. The eerie glow that had enveloped his hands faded as the energy retreated back into the unknown depths of his being. He glanced down, a frown creasing his brow, pondering the source of this strange new power.

Turning his back to Zar-Kith, Mal strode with purpose through the damp corridors of the underground lair. His heart beat with a mixture of excitement and caution, a rhythmic companion to the echoing drips of water in the cavernous tunnels. The air around him felt charged, as if the very atmosphere of the mine sensed the impending change.

He made his way to the communal chamber where his clutchmates, where most of them were either feasting or preparing to go into the mines or the breeding chambers to spread their legs.

In the ethereal shadows of an open chamber, seven scintillating creatures slithered out, their sensual curves and bare bodies alluring in the dim light. The five sisters, with their dusky green scales and ample tits, were an exotic collection of desperate seductresses, proudly presenting their dragon-like heritage through tribal tattoos across their succulent flesh.

The sisters' lusty nature was renowned across the cave dwellers, an inheritance from their Argonian blood that shone through in their graceful movements and gleaming eyes. They embraced their carnal nature as mere breeders and pleasure slaves, symbols of which were inked into their naked bodies. Trails of tattooed lines decorated their skin like a roadmap - defining the curves of their snatch, the roundness of their tits, and all while emanating a stench of pure sex.

Then there were the two brothers, robust and resolute, embodying the prowess of their warrior caste. Unlike their sisters, these males had been trained for combat and exploration, their bodies honed through rigorous training regimes set by the elders. Their scales bore the scars of practice fights and the rigorous drills that had prepared them for the world outside the mine's embrace.

Scalesilique, the eldest, carried the deep blue of the midnight sky across her hide, her eyes a piercing silver. She was known for her commanding presence, often taking the lead when fucking the males of the cave or leading them to any of her sisters. Whisptail, with scales that held the soft green of new leaves, moved with a dancer's grace. She was the most agile, her movements a symphony of deliberate and seductive purpose. Flameheart was, as her name suggested, fiery and passionate. Her scales were a riot of reds and oranges, igniting the air around her with an almost resonating heat. Mistveil, the quiet one, bore the gentle hues of morning fog, her contemplative gaze speaking of thoughts that ran as deep as the mine's furthest reaches. Last of the sisters, Glintscale, shimmered with scales that reflected light in dazzling patterns, her playful demeanor belying a sharp intellect.

The brothers stood apart, their demeanor one of readiness and focus. Stonesunder, with a hide like polished granite, embodied strength. Shadowstep, the youngest male, was draped in the darkness of the deepest caverns. His presence was often unnoticed until he willed it otherwise, a silent observer and a master of discretion.

Mal's gaze shifted as Shadowstep stepped forth from the shadows, a knowing look in his deep-set eyes. "I have informed everyone of your confrontation, brother," he said, his voice as quiet as a whisper but carrying the weight of certainty. "We are prepared to depart through the covert passage we have hewn in secrecy."

The sisters stood in a semi-circle around Mal, their voluptuous bodies completely nude, revealing their sculpted curves and delicious pussies. Their perfect tits were on display, with tattoos adorning their skin like artwork on the canvas of a masterpiece. Mal's expression turned quizzical, his brow furrowed in confusion at their state of nudity. "Why do you stand before me naked?" he inquired, his tone laced with both curiosity and a hint of concern.

The sisters exchanged amused glances, their lips curving into sly smiles. Scalesilique, ever the bold one, let out a chuckle that resonated in the cavern's stillness. "Brother, do you not see? We will command a higher price and more eager eyes in our natural splendor," she teased, her voice rich with mirth.

Flameheart laughed, the sound like the crackle of a warm hearth, her scales glowing with an inner fire. "Indeed, we are far from shy, and if our assets can procure us favor or coin in the world above, why should we shy away from using them?"

Stonesunder and Shadowstep nodded in agreement, their expressions showing no sign of disapproval. They were well aware of the appeal of their sisters' assets: even in admiration as their sisters brazenly paraded their plump breasts, toned stomachs, and artfully inked pussies for all the world to admire. The reek of sex seeped from their deceptively innocent skin, as if their well-honed bodies were beacons, luring men into a realm of delights that only money could buy. They knew that such assets would bring riches beyond what any magical or monetary wealth could provide.

Mal, understanding the practicality of their reasoning even if he did not wholly agree with it, gave a resigned nod. "Very well," he acquiesced, "Let us then proceed with haste and caution. The surface world awaits, let's go through the tunnel."

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The chamber fell silent as the echoing resonance of Tiamat's revelation hung heavy in the air. Aqua, her scales tingling with the newfound power of her lineage, faced the vast presence that loomed within her mind.

"Why?" Aqua's voice was a mere whisper, yet it carried the weight of her confusion and awe. "Why would a goddess of your... chromatic splendor see importance in me?"

Tiamat's laughter was like the clashing of steel, a sound of power and assurance that filled every corner of Aqua's consciousness. "My daughter," the goddess began, her voice a chorus of five distinct tones, each as sharp and commanding as the heads she bore, "your significance was not a choice but a consequence. In my relentless pursuit of liberation, I consumed my progeny, those who were part of my essence, seeking to break the chains that bound me."

Tiamat's voice resonated within Aqua's mind, a storm of ancient fury tempered by a cold, calculating calm. "For millennia, I have commanded legions, bending them to my will with fear and might. My name invoked dread, and my wrath was unyielding. But power, imposed, is a fragile dominion; it breeds rebellion, treachery, and ultimately, downfall."

The darkness seemed to pulse with Tiamat's confessions, the cave walls themselves absorbing the gravity of her words. "My children, my servants, they served not out of loyalty, but compulsion. They were pawns in an endless struggle for supremacy, their love for me as fleeting as their lives... and they all died."

A shadow of regret, or perhaps a mimicry of it, passed through the connection, a fleeting glimpse into the consciousness of a deity. "I have been a tyrant, Aqua. My control was absolute, my might uncontested. Yet, here I remain, shackled by divine chains, my ambitions thwarted not by an adversary, but by my own hand."

Her presence shifted, a specter of warmth in the coldness. "I have learned that trust yields far greater power than fear. Trust invites devotion, devotion begets loyalty, and loyalty... Loyalty can break the chains of gods."

Aqua felt the gravity of Tiamat's plight, the millennia of cunning that had been woven into the goddess was now resonating within her now. "You seek freedom," she stated.

"Freedom," Tiamat affirmed, a hint of longing permeating her multifaceted voice. "And you, Aqua, are the key I have meticulously crafted. You are not an end, but a means--through you and the legacy you will sire, the chains will loosen, the locks will turn, and the doors to my prison will swing wide."

Tiamat's presence in Aqua's mind expanded, revealing the scope of her influence and the intricate connection that tied the goddess to her daughter. "The brood you have birthed here, in this realm, has resonated with the fragments of my essence," Tiamat conveyed, her voice a symphony of draconic authority. "This surge of life has created a conduit through which I reach out to you."

With these words, a rush of eldritch energy began to course through Aqua, a sensation that was both alien and intimately familiar. It whispered of ancient pacts and cosmic secrets, of powers granted to those who dared to commune with beings beyond the veil of existence. As a warlock draws upon the might of their patron, Aqua felt the tendrils of Tiamat's vast power entwining with her spirit or Tiamat's essence, offering her a taste of what came next...

"This vestige of my power I bestow upon you," Tiamat declared, her words imbuing Aqua with a strength that pulsed within her veins. "Let it be the harbinger of our mutual ascent. With it, you shall weave spells of destruction and influence, shape the arcane to your will, and harness the shadows that dance at the edge of reality."

Aqua's senses were awash with the newfound power. She could feel the latent energy in the air, the silent hum of magical forces that beckoned to be shaped by her newfound will. It was a warlock's awakening, the knowledge of spells and invocations that lingered at the edge of her consciousness, ready to be called forth with a word, a gesture, a desire.

"Survive," Tiamat's command echoed not as a plea but as a decree, a sinister chord in the symphony of chaos she composed. "But do not just live; dominate. You are my scion, the vessel of my resurgence, the mother of legions. Your offspring are the keys to my chains, each life a step toward my liberation."

"Their proliferation under your guidance will be a testament to my indomitable will," the draconic deity's words slithered around Aqua, imbuing her with the small taint of dominion and domination. "And I," Tiamat's presence assured, a sinister guardian within the depths of Aqua's soul, "will be the shadow at your side, the whisper in your mind, steering you towards the beginning of my awakening. With each new spawn, my chains will loosen, until the cosmos quakes at my return."

Aqua's senses snapped back into the tangible world of the cavern, the echo of Tiamat's departure still resonating in the space around her. She blinked, her eyes adjusting as the ethereal light from the magical resonance of her mother leaving her. The vestiges of the goddess's presence lingered, a haunting melody that slowly dissipated into silence.

In the stillness of the cavernous room, Aqua stood, the chill of stone and shadow momentarily grounding her to the stark reality of her surroundings. Yet, she was no longer merely an inhabitant of this realm; she had become a conduit for something ancient and fearsome. Tiamat's gift coursed through her, an invisible current of potential that thrummed against her scales.

She was different now, transformed. No longer just a creature of flesh and blood, but a vessel imbued with dark divinity, ready to forge a new path. Her mind, once clouded with the immediacy of survival and motherhood, now cleared, revealing visions of mechanisms and enchantments, echoes of the Artificers from the tales of Faerûn that Tiamat had imparted upon her. The knowledge came unbidden, yet as familiar as the beat of her own heart.

Empowered by the newfound clarity, Aqua shed the last vestiges of her clothing, her scales bare to the world. With precision that belied the fact that she had never before undertaken such a task, she began to inscribe magical tattoos upon her skin. The tattoos were more than mere adornment; they were sigils of power, intricate and arcane, a mesh of magic and flesh.

She worked tirelessly, the designs flowing from her fingertips like a language she was always meant to speak. The tattoos etched upon her scales would serve as a testament to her allegiance and a source of strength--not just for her, but for all who would follow her in the shadow of Tiamat.

With each line and curve, the tattoos began to glow faintly, a luminescent script that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the deep earth. This was her armor, her declaration. The scalefolk who chose to walk the path with her would also bear these marks, the nakedness of their bodies a link for the power they would display openly, a challenge to the order of the world and a herald of the chaos to come.

As the last symbol was etched upon her skin, the air in the cavern shifted, the temperature dropping to a chill that seemed to emanate from the very stone. Aqua's senses sharpened, her mind bracing for the presence she had come to recognize as her chaotic matron.

Tiamat's voice was like a whisper of wind, yet it bore the weight of thunder, "You will need this..."

Before Aqua could ponder the meaning, the space before her rippled as if reality itself were but a curtain, and from beyond, a portal tore open. A spell of conjuration, raw and powerful, surged through her, guided by a will that was not entirely her own. From the portal spilled forth a tide of scaly bodies, a small host of kobolds, naked as the day they were hatched. They poured into the room, a writhing mass of potential, each one a vessel of Tiamat's chaotic will.

The kobolds, instinctively aware of their purpose, looked to Aqua with eyes that gleamed with fanatic devotion. They were hers to command, an army birthed from the very essence of magic, ready to serve the will of their new found all-mother and, through her, the will of the dragon queen.

The sudden emergence of the kobolds into the chamber could have been a moment of chaos, yet there was an immediate order to their actions, an instinctual reverence that belied their primitive nature. As they took in their surroundings, their eyes settled on Aqua, and an understanding seemed to pass between them. A wave of recognition rippled through the crowd, and as if moved by a single will, they fell to their knees.

Just as the Kobolds were about to ask what needed to be done from Aqua, the rumbling steps of a nearby Argonian drew the attention of everyone in the chamber. Looking in from the entrance, Zar would be seen knocking on the side of the cavern wall before entering the chamber openly.

"What in Oblivion..." Zar trailed off, speaking out of pure, unadulterated confusion.

Aqua smiled, laying on her back and spreading her legs for Zar. "Worry about that later," she said with a wink as she spread her legs wide in invitation. The tattoos that had adorned her body now glowed brightly, a vibrant spectrum of color illuminating the chamber. With each movement of her slender frame, they danced in tandem, creating an intense and mesmerizing display of light. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, round and soft as two moons in a night sky. Her stomach curved down to her womanly hips, slim but wide enough to cradle a lover's hands. And further below lay her slick, inviting snatch... loose and wet as they awaited his cock.

She presented herself for Zar to witness, every inch of her an offering to the male who took her many times before. The kobolds bowed their heads at her feet as they waited in reverence for their mistress' command. Aqua spoke clearly, her voice carrying an unmistakable power. "Disrobe him," she ordered. The kobolds sprung to action as one, they began to disrobe Zar, each taking a piece of his clothing until he was left standing before her naked and exposed.

Once he had been disrobed, Aqua motioned for him to come closer. With a slight nod of approval and a sly smile, the Argonian walked forward until his cock was mere inches away from her folds. He stood tall and proud as the kobolds surrounded them both in a circle, their eyes focused on Aqua with rapt attention as he prepared to take her in front of them all.

Zar took a deep breath and slowly entered Aqua, his cock sliding into her wetness with ease. He could feel her tightness around him, like a velvet glove that tightened as he thrust deeper into her. Aqua moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure as Zar began to move between her legs.

He pounded into her with abandon, his hips meeting hers with a force that made the chamber rattle. Zar could feel the kobolds watching him closely, their eyes filled with lust and desire. He knew what they wanted - to see him fuck Aqua until she begged for more.

As he moved faster and harder, Zar couldn't help but let out curses under his breath. He looked down at Aqua's face, seeing the way she was biting down on her lip in pleasure. It only fueled his desire to thrust into her harder and faster.

Aqua's breasts bounced with each thrust, the nipples hardening under his gaze. She moaned louder, urging him on as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly. The kobolds cheered loudly from behind them, egging him on with their own crude voices.

Zar ignored the kobolds' remarks and focused solely on the pleasure he was giving Aqua. He gripped her hips tightly and began to pump into her with increasing force, hitting her g-spot with each thrust. Aqua cried out in lust, her body trembling under his touch as she felt herself nearing her climax.

The kobolds were jealous of Zar's success, their eyes fixed on him as he brought Aqua closer and closer to orgasm. They couldn't help but grumble amongst themselves, feeling left out of the action.

He knew she craved his cock inside of her, and he wasn't going to stop until she begged for more. As he continued to pound into her relentlessly, Aqua's moans grew louder and more desperate. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on with every ounce of strength she had left in her body.

Zar grinned wickedly and complied with Aqua's request. He pounded into her harder than ever before, thrusting deep into her wetness over and over again. Her moans of pleasure became louder and more desperate, echoing through the chamber as she approached her climax.

Finally, with one final deep thrust into her slick folds, Zar erupted inside of Aqua. His hot seed flooded her insides, filling her up completely as he shuddered and panted heavily. They both lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

Zar had just finished with Aqua when the kobolds suddenly sprung into action. They surrounded him, pinning him down with their strong arms and legs. Zar struggled against them, but it was no use - there were too many of them for him to fight off easily.

As the kobolds held him down, one of the sluttier looking ones crawled up on top of his hips and mounted his thick cock with her tight pussy. "What the hell is going on?" Zar gasped as the kobold began to work her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. "Why are you all doing this?" But the only response he got was a loud slurping sound as the kobold's cunt squelched against his cock.

Zar tried to push against the kobolds holding him down, but it only made things worse. He struggled against their grip, feeling himself getting closer and closer to orgasm with each hard thrust.

The Argonian's struggles grew weaker as his climax approached. He could feel the kobold's wet pussy pushing against him, sliding up and down his shaft with every thrust. He could hear her moans filling the chamber, urging him on with each lustful movement.

Finally, with a loud groan, Zar shot his hot seed deep inside of her pussy. The kobold writhed beneath him, still making no sound but moaning loudly in pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, she climbed off of him and another kobold took her place. Zar groaned as she sank down onto his cock, feeling the tightness of her pussy wrapping around him once again.

He watched in amazement as she began to move up and down again, using his cock to pleasure herself while at the same time bringing him closer to another orgasm.

"Fuck," Zar muttered under his breath. He couldn't believe that he was being used by all these kobolds like some kind of animal, but at the same time, there was something incredibly arousing about it all. There was a lot to take in as he watched the kobolds mount him one by one, taking turns pleasuring him like animals in heat. The thought of being used like this turned him on to no end... and his mind started to feel an influence that caused him to take in the stench of heat.

As one female finished with him and crawled off of his cock, another eagerly climbed up onto it and began to ride him hard and fast. Zar grunted in pleasure as she worked her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, bouncing up and down on top of him with each moan.

"This is the life I wanted..." Zar moaned, caressing the next kobold who mounted his cum drooling cock...