The farmer priestess scoots up to the dragon sitting across from her. Blair presses her palm upon Clarendala’s stomach, closing her eyes as she gently rubs over the scaled belly.
Clarendala looks away, sitting back with her hands pressed to the cold floor. “Um, so, w-what are you doing?”
“Just checkin’ to make sure the goddess has blessed ya or not,” Blair says, nodding and then pulling her hand free. “Seems like it!”
“I know mother has domain over all the growth of new life, but it isn’t a process that she alone controls. How do you know it’s from her.”
Blair shakes her head. “Just because she didn’t snap her fingers and get ya knocked up don’t mean she ain’t got nothin’ to do with it. Do you think she’ll disown ya just because you had sex? Ya think she’d be disappointed to be a grandmother? Shucks, far as I can tell, Draykan ain’t only your baby daddy, but also the father of a sibling of yers. If’n it comes out nice with no problems, that is.”
Clarendala takes a deep breath. “That’s one reason I want to talk to momma. Can we get this going?”
“Sure as shootin’,” Blair says. “Thanks to yer connection to the goddess, yer showin’ enough signs to move things along. So, why don’tcha fill that bucket with that offerin’ of yers?”
Clarendala grips her top, feeling the warmth on her cheeks. “Oh, I… I don’t know. I’ve never, uh, done this before.”
“Makes sense,” Blair says, slapping her knees and standing up. “You want me ta help ya?”
“If it means getting in communion with her, yes.” She finally resolves.
Blair walks around Clarendala, gripping the hem of her shirt. “Arms up,” she commands.
The dragon does as she says.
Soon, the outfit is up and over her head, tossed aside, and not a moment later, the farmer’s hands are around the dragon, massaging her large breasts.
“O… oh!” she gasps.
“Dontcha worry. I’ve done this lots of times. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s all part of the ceremony, and no need to make it weird. Now, lean forward. Thatta girl!”
The bucket before the dragon reverberates with liquid pouring in spurts. White milk streams into the receptacle with each squeeze at the dragon’s tits.
The dragon closes her eyes, sighing as she leans forward, her hands on the ground before the bucket. “Oh wow… I can… I can see why the cows enjoy this work.” She says.”
“Mmm hmm. Quite the weight off them since they produce so much. But a fertility goddess in the makin’ will have a bunch, too?”
Clarendala pants and huffs, her claws scratching the floor. “Keep… keep it up. It feels good.”
“Well, shucks, I’ll take that as a compliment,” the priestess says, but she pulls her hands away, touching the dragon no more than necessary. “But I ain’t yer girlfriend, and I ain’t gonna cross a guy with two dicks and sperm fer days.”
Blair sits back down across from Clarendala. “Now, put yer hands on the side of the bucket here, right under mine. Yes, now concentrate on the offering.”
The milk in the bucket fills the whole thing. The dragon gasps when she finally sees it, gently rippling as their hands shift over the bucket. “Alright, concentrate on the milk.
“Now, think about your momma and what you wanna ask her.”
“Okay. Mom, please, listen to me. I need to know what the Dragon Council wants and what’s to become of Draykan’s children. Yours and mine.”
A soft chuckle rises from the priestess, and Clarendala looks up toward Blair, only to see the woman sit up and open her eyes, revealing glowing green slitted pupils where the once humanoid eyes were. “Well, isn’t this quite the offering, dear?” the goddess asks. She grips the bucket and lifts it up, tilting her head back and pressing her lips to the rim. With giant gulps, she drinks deep from the milk, some of it dribbling down over the human’s chin and staining her work clothes.
She sighs and drops the empty bucket. “I knew you’d make for a great mother one day. Any child nourished by this will be pleased.”
“Are you… not mad at me, mother?” Clarendala asks.
The goddess wipes her arm over her lips and shrugs. “I knew that Draykan couldn’t resist temptation and that you were ready to fully enter into the joys of breeding and motherhood. Making it forbidden would only make it much more entertaining to that rebellious side of yours.”
Clarendala clenches her fists. “Were you… using me?”
“Oh, baby, don’t look at it like that,” the mother coos, wrapping the woman’s arms around the dragoness’s, squeezing them tightly together. “There was only a scant amount of time that we gods have to interact so fully in the world. We dare not interfere after the Tournament, which is why the egg Draykan and I made is now in a safe place.”
“And where exactly is that?”
Blair leans in and whispers into Clarendala’s ear. The dragoness’s eyes widen at the response.
“Now, then, as for the council. They’re off doing their own thing. Some hate Draykan, and some love them. Most think my kin and I are a bunch of race traitors. They are your people, though, Clarendala, so you should at least respect them. Just tell your child’s father that he shouldn’t take them lightly or step too heavily on their toes. But, you can tell him if he wants an in on contacting them, he should consult the birds and the bees.”
“What does that mean?” Clarendala asks.
Blair blinks, leaning back and wiping her chin. “Wooo, Wee, I’m stuffed. Was that a euphoric experience or what?” She says this, patting her belly.
“Thank you for giving me time with my mother, but I must be going,” Clarendala stands up, grabbing her shit.
“Don’t be a stranger now, ya hear?” the priestess cries, waving her off with a grin.
Luxury is no stranger to the city of Anteronia, and the evidences that many who live here are some of the most affluent in the world is many. For instance, luxurious carriages powered by magic and technology can convey the elite without needing draft animals. Even then, some like to flex their wealth in other ways, such as the carriage that pulls up in front of the hotel. It’s pulled by two beings, one centauress and the other a horsekin. They wear blinders and bindings, the centaur’s arms tied behind her back, and their mouths gagged to prevent them from speaking, and yet, the two chuff and snort in the built-up excitement of their state.