Leilana shuddered softly in her dressing room, running her hands over her heavy, bulging belly. In just two weeks, she'd gone from a virgin to heavily pregnant, her belly aching from the heavy babies within. "Eggs," she corrected herself out loud, shivering at the acknowledgement. The dragoness who'd invaded her chambers had indeed knocked her up, bred her, left her heavy with the last remnants of her protector and guards. She hadn't seen the beast since, but everyone knew that something extreme had happened. The mess in her parents' chambers, with both of them vanishing, had the court abuzz with theories, but the princess knew what had happened: both of them had been churned into jizz, into moments of pleasure, just like poor Sir Reginald...
 
A ripple passed over her belly, making the human groan softly. "Not...not now! Not yet!" She protested softly, pushing to her feet. There were so many rumors, but the last thing she needed was to have her coronation delayed by giving birth to a bunch of bastards! Pushing to her feet, she groaned softly as she padded out into the throne room.
 
The seneschal announced her to all those present, the female waddling slowly to the throne. She was out of breath by the time she got there, panting heavily as she settled down onto the throne. The whispers from those around were hostile, which only lent credence to the dragoness' claims that the people were enchanted not to betray her or her family...not that there was anything left of the latter. Just her and...her swollen belly. She caressed the bulk hanging off her to the disgust of much of the court, and the pity of the rest.
 
The seneschal lifted the modest crown from the pillow beside him. They'd discussed the matter, and both had agreed that this would be a minimalistic ceremony. The crown had been carefully cleaned, the white stains on its golden filigree scrubbed away by artisans. The last signs of its prior owner's murder were gone, the elder male's hands cradling the kingdom's treasure as he approached Leilana.
 
"The King and Queen are dead. Long Live Queen Leilana," he announced, setting the crown upon the new queen's head. Silence reigned for a long moment before a singular being clapped loudly.
 
"Congratulations, My Queen," a feminine voice announced, everyone turning to look at the unknown voice. The purple-and-blue-scaled dragoness was clothed in a white robe, Leilana audibly whimpering at the sight of her. "I'm glad to see you've taken good care of our whelps," the dragoness announced into the reigning silence.
 
The seneschal stammered, looking at his Queen. "Ou-Our whelps?" The human female flushed, anger flooding her expression. "Kill her," Leilana ordered, the guards raising their weapons and advancing on the dragoness...only to stop in their tracks. "What are you waiting for?! I ordered you to kill her!" The guards were just frozen, their muscles flexing, but unable to move their weapons closer.
 
"I'm the father of the children you carry. Your heirs," the dragoness clarified, walking past the guards without a concern. "Which makes me the Queen Regent, if something were to happen to you." As she closed in, she leaned in over the throne, spreading her robe open. Her heavy sheath and massive sack hung heavily, her serpentine cock slithering free to face the human female down, its maw spreading wide to drool her pre over the woman's face and front. "Today, my Queen, you're going to give birth...and then?"
 
She leaned in, her cock noisily and forcefully kissing the female, "You're going to churn, jizzstain, just like your parents." Everyone in the throne room just watched, frozen in fear and magical indecision as that serpentine cock kissed their queen's pregnant belly, before returning to her face. The maw yawned wide, before *SQUELCH* it engulged her head in a single motion! Everyone could see her legs kick and flail, the guards starting to move towards the pair again, before that pregnant belly visibly clenched. The human's legs spread wide, the dragoness shredding those royal robes to let everyone see that royal cunt clench and ripple, baring it as a visible bulge started to slide down from womb towards cuntlips!
 
Those lower lips spread wide steadily, spreading eagerly around the white shell she was struggling to birth. "Come take your queen's eggs," the dragoness demanded of the guards, the males helpless to resist the ancient compulsion. The men approached, both kneeling and reaching in. Grabbing the woman's legs, they spread her wide, helping her to stretch around the shell as she struggled to lay the egg! The spire rippled and swallowed hard around her arms, gulping and rippling downwards as she fought to birth the massive orbs. She kicked and flailed, her legs fighting the descending shells as she fought to lay the eggs.
 
The rippling serpentine spire swallowed hard, lifting the girl bodily from the throne to lift her upwards, *squelsh*ing wetly into that rippling maw. Again and again it gulped against her body, dragging her upwards and pinning her arms to her flanks as it swallowed hard. Her tits were buried in that spire, the maw pressing down against the upper swell of her belly, pulling her inside steadily. More and more flesh was dragged inside, the pressure of that ravenous, rippling maw helping to force another egg into her birth canal. *SHLORP!* The first egg slid free, as large as an ostrich egg, the next following suit moments later. Forced to birth them, four eggs are pushed from her cuntlips before her belly vanished into that passage, her head sliding from that spire into the scaled sack between the dragoness' legs. Lifting the flailing limbs of her prey from the guards, the violet dragoness settled her rump on the throne.
 
With gravity now working against the female, she was soon slurped down, forced to curl up between those violet-scaled thighs inside the purple-scaled sack. The dragoness allowed her sack to clench and ripple over the queen-churned-preyslut, steady *glurp-slorsh*es echoing in the expansive throne room. It only took minutes for her to be forcibly curled up in that sack, those clenching nuts bouncing the female roughly as the dragoness looked around. Pointing to a trio of rather lovely women, the dragoness gestured to her spire. "Come take your queen," she growled at them. "Or I'll end you each in turn," she threatened. They rather swiftly circled around her, starting to stroke and lick the serpentine spire, kneading the balled-up female trapped inside that scaled sack.
 
The noises of churning filled the chamber, the dragoness simply lounging as she was attended to by the noble ladies. "Such lovely sluts~ Someone must have taught you how to properly suck a cock," she praises the one kissing and licking over her cockhead. The female trembled and came hard in shame, unable to help herself at the taunting! Their husbands were forced to watch their wives and daughters debase themselves as the predatory dragoness gestured more and more ladies to attend her, until that fat, scaled sack round out with a final, lewd *GLORP!* A couple swift bucks of her hips have the dragoness' cock bulging from knotted base to hooded maw, painting the women with spurt after heavy splash of seed. Unloading with lewd moans, the dragoness makes a mess of the throne room, painting stone and carpet with churned-up royalty, painting all of the ladies with her seed.
 
"Finger yourselves with my seed," she ordered after a moment, the women compelled to obey. Each of them was swiftly returned to the prime of her life, their bellies starting to swell as fresh pregnancies rapidly took hold. Looking around at the men, she simply smirked, baring her ivory fangs. "I both give and take~ They're back to the same beauty they had when you first met them, but their next whelps are mine," she growled, laying claim to the entire court in a single event.