You're not supposed to be here!

Even by accident~

You'll be placed in my lap and fed aphrodisiac mind relaxing Honey straight from my tits.

Mommy loves when she can see the light fade from your eyes while suckling on her, so focused on suckling more of that horny honey you forget you can even think, forget you can move~

By that point you won't even notice my hand shake between your legs and help myself~

Shhh~

Let mommy make you feel good~

Let mommy's expert hands milk allllll the thoughts in your head out~

Every spurt or gush, every pump or curl of a finger, doesn't matter how , you'll cum again and again until you're just an empty headed mommy's toy like all the rest~

Nine times out of ten the hulking monstrosity that crawls out of a summoning circle is a virile hellstud whose main objective is increasing their home realm’s numbers by the most convenient means available: pulling the nearest mortal with them back through the portal through which they were conjured to rape them full of cambions, demonic runes of fertility aglow on their shafts and balls. The bitchbreakers most of these demons are lugging around are big (and flared) enough to kill a person under normal circumstances, but the objective of Hell is suffering, and you cant suffer if you’re dead. Hell actively keeps humans alive while they’re getting their organs crushed by demon cock, and even shifts their soul into a fresh body of their current one is too damaged even for infernal magic to repair.

she’s smaller than you expected. well, you’re not sure what you expected. you haven’t seen a lot of dragons, especially close-up like this. she’s maybe the size of a bird dog, if that. she’s perched on the bar stool, one leg tucked under her haunches, leaning forward on the bar with a drink in one hand and a nylon leash wrapped twice around the other

attached to the other end of the leash, is something you’re pretty sure either is human or was at one time. it kneels quietly and obediently below the bar, eagerly fellating two of the talons on the dragon’s dangling hindleg. it’s blindfolded and bound in a way that looks like it probably moves on all fours, à la bitchsuit

the dragon doesn’t wait for you to answer her question. you know, humans kept dragons as pets, companions, and working animals for thousands of years. it’s really only fair that we return the favor sometimes. her pet moans a little bit. it’s perverse. you remind yourself of the kink tomato. this is a bdsm club. she has just as much right to be here as you. you’re wildly uncomfortable about this. you’re also wildly aroused

it is rather annoying, she continues, that you can’t just do this to humans without “reinforcing stereotypes about dragons.” she looks at you. her eyes are golden and slitted. her tongue curls hungrily over her lips. she’s looking at you with an expression you have never once seen on a human face and you suddenly remember dragons are mostly carnivorous. especially since most humans are so eager to serve… really, you should have been the pets this entire time~

you can’t stop yourself from looking down at her pet. the dragon follows your gaze and makes a throaty barking noise that sounds almost like a laugh. oh, she serves… she cooks, she cleans, and she uses her pretty little mouth on me whenever i order her to… the dragon flexes her leg, and her pet whimpers as the claws dig into her tongue, drawing a pair of rivulets of blood. she knows her place. and she likes it, don’t you, pet?

her pet looks up at you and nods eagerly, a bright smile on her face, then goes back to cleaning the dragon’s talons with her tongue. the dragon smiles down at her.

I squirm in bed, unable to get comfortable. I let out a soft moan, a mixture of mild pain and intense frustration.

My mate walks in, climbing into the bed next to me, a hand tracing over the reddened strained skin of my abdomen. They click their tongue and tease, "Oh... I think this one's a new stretch mark, kitten..."

I let out needy little noises as they touch my belly. "Mnnn... fuck... I feel like... like I'm gonna..."

"Like you can barely handle what's inside you... I know. I warned you. I said, we should stop... but you got greedy, kept begging for more... you thought you'd get used to the sensation of it, of greedily taking so many more eggs this time than you ever have before..." They caress the drum-tight flesh of my belly, before whispering soflty in my ear,

"Did you forget they grow while you incubate them, my dear? or were you so focused on being a fat, heavy incubator that you didn't' think about anything else except feeling as full, as tight, as heavy and gravid as you could manage in that moment~" They pulled me into an embrace, helping me sit up and lean back, their hands cupping under my belly and lifting ever so slightly. "You're due for another growth spurt soon..."

They were right, and my eyes roll back and I moan as I feel my belly stretch impossibly more, the discomfort flaring up more. "Ahn~ fuuck! I feel... I feel like... I'm gonna~!"

"Like you're gonna pop?" They let the word snap on their lips, evocative of the risk i felt tensing across my overbred womb..."You like that word, don't you, you little masochistic slut~? I know you're soaking your panties without having to reach around this swollen belly..." They slide a hand down along my underbelly, feeling me swelling with each passing moment.

Make sure that when you use the potion of Vigor and Growth™ that it's done at home. Or at least, in a place where you've got a change of clothes.