New life

You look down and rub your now swelled belly, you can already feel the gallons of sperm swarming into your ovaries and impregnating you for sure. Point in case it only takes a few more weeks and a multitude of nuclear fuck sessions before a definite buldge begins forming in your stomach "YOU NOW BEAR MY YOUNG" your new master roars at you "OUR MATING SHALL STOP FOR THE TIME BEING BUT YOU SHALL PLEASURE ME USING....OTHER METHODS" and pleasure you do, with complete and utter happiness to boot.

Over the next few months you are **** to get very inventive with your methods as your belly slowly grows with the egg of your young. For awhile simple blowjobs and handjobs were enough to satisfy him and his massive member, but eventually he grew bored and demanded some improvements....and improve you did. soon enough you were using your thighs around his cock, using your hair to wrap around him and various other methods of stimulation.

Eventually after 6 whole months of pregnancy you give birth to a single large, red egg covered in rough scales, you take moment to cuddle it and bathe in the feeling of creating a child but your mind is quickly preoccupied with something else as your master doesn't waste any time trying to impregnate you a second time, he also may just be a little pent up from the amount of time he couldn't fuck you nice and proper. A large grin spreads across your face as his gigantic dick slides into you once again.

Years go by along with pregnancy after pregnancy, child after child and brutal fucking after brutal, fucking. Soon enough you've birthed enough young that your master and his small army of dragons easily take back the highlands from those foolish orcs, burning their strongholds and ravaging their numbers, you've single handedly brought back the dragon kind from the edge of extinction and all you had to do was become a brainless breeding **** for a ferocious beast, who doesn't love a win-win situation.

You've forgotten every aspect of your old life, the name Mia is just another pointless word to you and the blade you once swore to deliver to the mountain now sits atop a pile of gold as just another of the dragons great treasures. Your great quest has been forgotten and you couldn't care more, you live out the rest of your days happily being fucked and giving birth to countless more dragons.