The underground lake echoes with the inconstant dripping of condensation. Suddenly, the sloshing of a singular swimmer breaks the natural rhythm.

Gonz emerges from the lake, her robes clinging to her curvy form, but the kobold has a mission that she cannot neglect.

Her vision quest led her here to this island chain. It was a local alchemist who pointed her to where another adventurer had made a discovery of a lifetime. And now, Gonz herself stands before it in awe.

Centuries had passed since the statue was carved. Now, what was once a beautiful work of art is now nothing more than a lumpy stone. Yet, the holy texts she had read did not steer her wrong. This is the lost altar of Xasandra, her matron, her goddess.

The sorceress-turned-cleric peels off the sticky, wet clothing and lets the heavy cloth fall to the wayside. Before she even can consider touching the artifact, she must prepare. She kneels upon the cold stone floor, its wet surface slightly slippery. She grabs a small set of paints from under her clothing and hums to herself a hymn as she dabs the white onto her scales, making sure that the patterns she marked herself with are to the utmost perfection.

While she paints herself, she thinks about all the things in her life that the goddess provides. She thinks about her children, even the newest one, a half-dragon. She thinks about her lover, who waits for her outside, who had pledged his life to the cleric and vowed to be a father even if he had not provided the seed. She thinks about her clan, who all watch her young and eagerly await her return, looking to celebrate with a feast of their harvest.

Gonz closes the paint case with care and sets it aside. When she stands, her white paint stains the darkness. When she climbs upon the altar, she lays down and curls up, finding the cold stone to feel like the warm and comforting lap of a lover, a mother, a goddess. Her eyes grow heavy, and she drifts to the realm of sleep.

A claw scratches over Gonz’s horn. The kobold shakes to wakefulness, a gasp escaping her throat as she sees the largest cavern in her life, covered in moss and fungi of all color and breeds. As she pushes herself up, she feels the scales upon her hand and she pauses, cranes her neck, and looks-face to face with the humanoid dragon who sits there, smiling down at her.

“Good morning, my child,” Xasandra says. The green dragon brings a clawed finger under Gonz’s chin to scratch at her gently. “It is good to finally meet you.”

“My… Mother…” Gonz says, wrapping her arms around the larger woman. Sobs rise up from the cleric, but the dragon wraps her legs around her and pets the adult child, hushing her gently. “I am happy to see you too. You have done good for me without even seeing my face. I commend you for spreading my word throughout your home.”

“But all that doesn’t mean a thing!” Gonz shouts. “I no longer have your power. I cannot lead my people!”

“Nonsense,” Xasandra says. “You are a child, and like all children, you’ve made a mistake. But, as a good mother, I will show you how to undo the damage that was done, while also disciplining you so you do not do it again.” She brings another hand forward, pressing the palm upon Gonz’s stomach. “You have been impregnated in spirit, by a powerful force. This unholy spirit child within you siphons my power out from you and into another. Now… let’s see about helping you out, my daughter, my love, by bringing forth new life into this world ourselves.”

“What do you…?” Gonz says, but soon enough, she gasps when she feels the length growing out from the dragon’s motherhood. “My… Divine mother, you’re…” the length grows and grows, pushing up over her and onto her breasts. “Your power is immense!”

“My fertility knows no bounds. Now, suckle my bounty and we shall prepare you…” she scoops up the kobold and brings her to her chest.

Gonz sighs in her divine mother’s hold and latches onto the dragon goddess’s nipple. When she suckles, she tastes a golden ambrosia sweeter than any candy she had enjoyed in her caves. Not even the finest lollipops could compare to her mother’s milk. So soft, so warm, so wonderful! Gonz grabs on her, squeezing the tit greedily for a bit to produce as much as she can.

The dragon pulls back, the breast following Gonz for a time before snapping back into place. Milk rolls down her curves and dribbles down Gonz’s chin. As they look at each other’s eyes, the dragon leans in, licking up the remaining milk from her daughter’s chin.

“Now, my daughter,” Xasandra says, placing her down upon the mossy bed and standing up, her hand wrapped around her fatherhood. “Let me choke out the weed within you by planting my own seed in your field.”

“Oh, my goddess!’ Gonz moans, her hands moving back behind herself, clasping her buttcheeks and pulling her slit apart “I have never wanted anything else so much in my life!”

“There was a time you would have wanted to be on this end,” the goddess says. “Perhaps, one day, you may do this duty again. But, your body is so perfect as it is. Let us show the one who gave it to you just how well you can use your body, your womb!”

Xasandra looms over her adopted offspring, wrapping her arms around Gonz’s body and squeezing at her tits. Her divine femcock slides up along the slit, aiming a moment before pushing inside of her.

“Oh, goddess!” Gonz cries out again, tilting her head back. “I can’t… I can’t fit you!”
“That is the sound of a quitter and a non-believer. Are you so sure of your own limitations, my child?” her divine mother asks, frowning down on Gonz.

“I’m scared, Mother,” Gonz admits, her chest heaving. “I’ve felt the touch of the Dark Sorceress. Her power is immense. She took me, used me, and I enjoyed it, but… can I take you? Am I worthy now?”

“The question isn’t if you’re worthy, my child, it is if you are willing to find out.”

Gonz stops for a second, closes her eyes, and prepares herself. “Please, show me the way, mother!”

The femcock pushes inside of the divine daughter, spreading her wider than she ever thought possible. Gonz’s mouth remains open, her tongue stretching as the pain and pleasure fill her, but she doesn’t cry out. She doesn’t complain. She lets the sensations wash over her and remember that this is the sign of the divine love of her goddess.

Xasandra lifts up her priestly daughter, cupping her buttcheeks as she pulls the kobold priestess up against her bountiful bosom. She bounces the woman on top of her shaft and leans in, running her tongue out over Gonz’s.

Gonz, staring at her with half-lidded eyes, responds with quick licks over the goddess’s tongue. She gropes for her divine mother’s breasts, even as she is being shoved full of that divine member. The dragoness accepts the tongue and the two entwine, even as Gonz’s body is impaled by her impressive spear of fertility.

Soon enough, the dragon pulls back and grits her teeth. She holds the kobold down by her shoulders, and gasps as her divine seed erupts out from her pole and deep into Gonz’s body.

Gonz’s eyes roll back as she is so filled by her goddess, a broken cry coming out from the kobold’s mouth. She had been filled before, to the brim, oozing out from hundreds of males seeking to spread their seed into the divine leader of their clan. The children born from their couplings would be the child of the tribe and not of any one pair of kobolds.

This, though, is something totally different. The priestess coos and curls up against her draconic mother and sighs as Xasandra pulls her out from her divine rod. Seed oozes out from both tip and body, and Gonz sighs happily, content that she has done her divine duty.

Xasandra lays the kobold down onto her stomach, and the priestess closes her eyes, ready to drift off back to sleep.

That’s when Xasandra crawls on top of her, wrapping her arms around the kobold once more, squeezing her breasts, and whispering, “We’re not done yet.”

Gonz’s eyes shoot open, but she moans out as the cock slides down deep into her slit. Seed spills out between the two of them, slopping out into the floor. As the dragon squeezes the kobold’s tits, she urges the warm milk out from within them. “You are a woman, Gonz, and not only that,” she sighs, pushing deeper, churning the seed inside her. As the goddess does this, Gonz’s body reacts, the processes natural to her speeding up, her womb filling and her stomach growing larger. Though Gonz leaks, it is the manifested darkness that comes out of her, and with the goddess’s current actions, she finds herself now with egg.

Xasandra pulls away from her and stands up tall, her wings spreading around the new mother kobold. “Face me, my child…” she commands, but in a soft, gentle voice.

Gonz flops onto her back, her arms over her head, her legs spread, leaking the motherly and life-giving fluids.

Xasandra smiles as she glances down at her divine daughter. “Not many of my children can handle such a transfusion of power.” She brushes her large clawed finger over Gonz’s full and rounded belly. “The egg that is now within you is not fully conceived. But it will counteract the evil birth within your soul and allow you to use your powers for a limited time. However, if you are to receive my full blessing once more, you must face the one who did this to you. You must confront the Dark Sorceress, and, using your powers, either impregnate her or have her impregnate you. Do you understand your mission?”

Gonz takes a deep breath and nods.

“Very well… then go, my child, and make your mother proud!” The dragon ends her statement with a long and loud roar that reverberates all throughout Gonz’s being.

“Gonz… bro, I mean, my dear, are you alright!?”

Gonz stirs on the altar, still naked as she was when she went asleep, but with a noticeable egg bump in her tummy.

Looming over her is Kor, her lover and friend. The draconic creature stares with large eyes filled with worry. But Gonz pushes herself up, groaning from her fullness. He helps her up and off of the altar, lifting her up and holding her in his grasp. “You’ve been down here so long, I… I had to see if you were alright. Did it work?”

“I’m fine, and yes,” Gonz says, snuggling up to him. She pats her stomach and holds him close. “But our quest is not yet over. We have to go there. We have to face the Dark Queen.”

“I… I don’t know if I can go with you,” he says. “If she still has control over me, I don’t know what I could do to you. I don’t want to harm anyone.”

“That’s why you’ll be heading back home,” she says. “To take care of our children and our people.”

“But… you’re with egg. How are you going to face a dark sorceress? It’ll be suicide! Please, let me gather our kobolds and have some of them come to your aid.”

“I trust in my goddess, Kor,” she says, nuzzling noses. “And I trust in you. Go home and do what you feel is right. I leave tomorrow morning, so, why don’t we enjoy ourselves until then?”