Author's Note: This is smut and assumes you're over 18 in reading it. Everything is Not Work Safe.
	       Additionally, story was based on an image subbmitted to 4chan's Weekend Smut Thread, http://i.imgur.com/KZUFKFt.jpg
Tags: fantasy, female elf x female eldritch dragon, fear, mindbreak, transformation, a whole lot of fucking gold milk

	I had never imagined that our quest for the right in the world would end even past the great dwarven King Gregory and a holy relic in hand to gain entrance to the holy necropolis; I had never imagined our trials and tribulations would have us go through dwarven holds deeper than us surface-dwellers had any right to. 

	Or to end past the fire-blasted obsidian beasts in the fell ranges of the domain of the fell beast that threatened to engulf the world in liquid fire. For me to fight off the very fires and the very ground meeting to face us while we traversed sanctified hallways and defiled dwarven resting places turned to the sole purpose of worshipping one of the foul dragons eating away at the very heart of our world. 

	I had never imagined to see Stanson get torn apart by the earth elementals tasked to protect the great fiery mother of all fire and earth; to hear his terrified screams and the wet tearing turn to dread silence. I had not ever dared to imagine seeing wise Swavinna bravely buy us time from crushing stones and collapsing tunnels through her guile of spells, until she sacrificed herself by turning herself to stone until we could abscond, and she was ultimately crushed and irreparably broken. I had never hoped to live to the day, seeing courageous Dulimber get devoured by living flame, fending off hordes of goblin abominations encased in obsidian even as he screamed in pain and resolve; that we had to leave him behind while he cut them down by the hundreds. Nor to have imagined seeing dull but honest Scubbul fall through the very floor of the mountain's heart behind us; he did not even as much as scream but look sad to no longer travel with us as he was consumed by the magma. I had not hoped to see Gullardix and Grandix kill the obsidian elementals and get turned to paste as they both delivered their final blows to the guardians to the inner sanctum of their goddess. I hoped to never see Maria get incinerated before my eyes, ignobly and without ceremony or a grand final sacrifice, as the sanctum opened its door to her and me; reduced to even less than dust.

	All these greater persons gave their lives for me bearing this single trinket, a silver ornate rod of dwarven make that protected me against flame. I could have given them the damn rod, and perhaps could have saved them. But for all my so-called braveries, all my so-called selfless acts in my ten or so scores of life, I was a coward. I was named a heroine and legend among greater people, and hid so well how big a coward I truly was. I wanted to live. I wanted to stay on this world. I wanted to return home. I wanted this to be all over.

	Aye, this would be my just reward, this terror. This mind-numbing fear gripping me to the very heart.

	I was petrified of the shifting, molten earth, the fire, the ever-present heat, shifting me forwards until I was at the very core of the great Mount Ana. I had never imagined I would stand in the very heart of the mountain, in the presence of such a tremendous force of nature. 

	The dwarves named her Mati Marana. Us elves called her Glaumglim Gurgarames Caebarames. Ultimately, those names matter not to the abomination of elemental liquid fire and yielding earth. Zhrenirixen Selturedar, in the dragon descendants' tongue. 

	In halls hazy and red with heat and earthfire, the walls and ceiling and floor glowing hot with molten stone, I stood with the dwarven scepter held in my left hand while my right weakly clutched my battered sword. I stood mortified before a rolling mountain of brown slowly unfolding before my eyes. 

	It glowed red like the rocks and the dirt along its outside and extremities, unfolding great limbs, great wings so heavy and large they blotted out the very light of the volcanic core and cast me only in the light from the floor. A great, horned bestial skull unfurled and leaned high, revealing the great fire within the great beast's throat glowing to white. Its dark earthen hide accentuated the very liquid fire that oozed from its toothy maw, spilling steadily down onto the floor yards before my feet. It rose, impossibly huge and tall, dragging itself on its great forelimbs. Fingers dug into pliant stone that dipped into molten magma. Its wings gave a slow beat, raining down hot embers down. The liquid fire that oozed from its maw spilled down over its own neck, over great, rolling tracts of impossible to harm earth that obscenely mocked the female form. A goddess as it was known as by its abominations it crafted, a mother in their image.

	The very sanctum grew darker in the wake of the great dragon beast, my eyes taking in the horrifying sight of a being so huge, it could sweep aside a forest into a veritable holocaust with just a passing flight. I barely could register how the great beast loomed closer over me, so absolutely terrified I was. Its liquid fire drooled over my armour, over my arm, harming me not due to the artifact in hand. I would have burned, I would have melted, I would have been reduced to ashes and less were it not for this accursed thing. I would have deserved it. I would have godsdamned deserved it.

	Right there and then, I only wished to be home with my mother, my father, my siblings, my elders. I saw the forests, I saw the city. I saw everything I had left behind. I feebly held up the artifact before me in a vain attempt to protect me. I wept, I cried in utter terror, my armour and breeches soaking in my own piss. My breathing echoed against the massive shape of the beast's wings and body. And then my terrified voice.

	"M-Mother!"

	I breathed in deep, the air scorching my lungs for a moment, pain wracking me despite the artifact's protection. I screamed again in absolute terror as the great dragon loomed down towards me, raising a great, craggy limb past my side.

	"Moootheeerrr!"

	I heaved, I sobbed, I hiccupped and bawled. I begged for death, and screamed for my mother in my final moments.

	I had not expected the cavern to grow colder in moments. I had not expected soft, warm earth pressing against my cloak, my armour, great scales of hardened stone standing on end like the hairs on one's arm might in a cold. 

	Silently, without as much as a groan, a growl, a roar, the great beast hunched over me, pulling me ever closer towards itself. It breathed over me its pyroclastic breath, with only as much as a soft sigh. I closed my eyes in fright, even in the face of certain death fearing its approach. The sceptre protected me, however, keeping me from harm. But I could feel how my gear was finally succumbing to the sheer intensity of the fires blasting over them. Layer by layer, my armour and magical wards disintegrated. Flake by flake until at last my very clothes pretty much singed off my worthless, scumfuck hide in an instant, and I stood naked, helpless, soaking in my own urine and fearful perspiration before the great goddess of fire and earth.

	With the protection of the rod, the dragon's great fires washed over me, until I felt little more than a warm breath of air across my naked skin. I had not expected the casual way by which the great dragon reached down to snatch the silvery sceptre from my hand, clutching it between great stony talons that once rent the world's surface with the Chasms of Laceration without so much as harming the rod. I had not expected to be slowly aware of how warm the dragon's stone flesh felt, or the candlefire warmth radiating from her bossom. When my eyes did finally open, I was pressed against soft, warm loam. My back, the back of my head, all gently pressed into soft, pliable earth that I helplessly embraced and whimpered against.

	"Mother..."

	The soft loamy earth grew coarser as the great dragon goddess shifted and slid my naked, powerless form across her giant breast, until my face grazed over something firmer, thicker. I looked at what could only be described as a godsdamned teat easily three times the size of my head. It looked porous and cracked, like pumice, or igneous rock. And yet, as I was forced against it, my face actually pushed the firm, warm earth downwards, like it was skin.

	My lips brushed over it. My moist skin didn't so much as collect a single grain of sand or stone. I helplessly moaned into the giant abomination hugging me against her tit, until I could feel her grip forcing my face against the earthen nipple. I sobbed pitifully, unable to move my head away, and instead found the loamy tips of the dragon's digits under her claws gently stroke my blonde hair. I had nowhere else to go. I whimpered, just nuzzling up into the teat, until I felt something warm and heavy ooze over me.

	"M-Mother..."

	From the tiny pores dotting the massive nipple, thick gold began to form dollops that soon were smeared into my face. I sputtered, I tried to pull away, but I simply was unable to, held in place by the dire goddess above. I smelled metal, I smelled sickening sweetness, I smelled the loam. My faced tinged with heat, my skin was getting coated by cloying stickiness, my body was absolutely pressed into the warm earth bossom. I tried to struggle, to spit out the vile gold goo pouring from the beast above.

	The taste was unlike anything I had before. Sweet, warm, only a dull memory of mine could compare, and yet it was so much stranger and stronger. I tried to struggle, to spit out the gold nectar coating me. But I found myself slowly pressing my mouth against a thick new dollop, sucking at the metal. I drank it. I shivered and felt a heat spread through my flesh. I reached up, between the mighty talons and digits of the dragon goddess' hand behind me, and embraced the warm, soft loam of her breast. I closed my eyes, feeling the liquid gold press against my fair face, and continued to suck from the thick drop until my hands pushed down on the teat. The pores oozed their bounty against my palms, my arms, and earned me another drop from the teat to suck. Warmth spread through my body as I drank.

	"Mommy..."

	My terror abated. My fears and worries washed away. The screams and the crying, the resolve of the dying, slowly flitted from my memory. My fear of being found out a coward, my fear of being seen as something I was not, all steadily drifted away... For the first time in years, I felt at peace. One swallow at a time.

	Fire consumed my throat, suddenly returning me to the reality of my situation. My throat burned with liquid metal, a torment that flashed so brightly it was over in a mere moment, the pain literally burning away as I felt my flesh dissolve. I could not breathe, my body clotted with a tube of gold. I barely could register the pit of heat that my stomach had become. I did, however, feel the pain of liquid metal burn at my skin, my face. My eyes boiled and blistered and then were gone, the liquid gold seeping into my skull.

	I thought, for a moment, I would die. I screamed for my mother a final time, not a sound leaving my throat, burned away by the gold, helplessly gripping the sole comfort my dying moments had been spared.

	When the pain was gone, I felt I could open my eyes. One after another. One. Two. Three. Four. My vision was hazy, adjusting to the light, the sheer heat. I saw her heave overhead, panting with her jaws wide open. White-hot liquid earth spilled from her glowing red and black tongue, and I could see the four golden eyes she bore closed to mere slits. 

	The molten earth splashed on my dome, burning at my skin and hair, but I felt little discomfort. I had not died. At all. There was just a comforting warmth. Everything around me glowed. The warm breast suffused with fire from within, a faint red glow visible between the loamy earth making it up. I closed my eyes again, and found my lips around a heavy set of drops of gold once more, suckling from them. There just was warmth everywhere.	My tiny form hugged around the teat and drank deep from it, the dragon goddess' hand gently pressing me into it. Liquid gold spilled over my skin, making me feel as if I was alight with a pleasant glow. My lips pressed into the bottom of the nipple, sucking the gold clear from it hungrily. I did not relent. I drank deep. I whimpered, I sputtered, I swallowed and moaned.

	"Mommy..."

	I drank without stop. At some point I asked myself how long I had been drinking, my stomach must have bloated grotesquely from the sheer amount of liquid gold. But I had not, and soon found my question to be silly anyway. What did it matter? I drank. I moaned around the nipple, slowly parting my mouth wider to suck. I was pleasantly surprised to find I could actually wrap my lips around the tip of her teat, and greedily drank to my heart's desire. My hands reached up to embrace the massive breast, barely reaching past the areola of warm loam. I squeezed and caressed the breast tenderly, getting absolutely covered in more of that delicious gold. Overhead, I could hear her lean in, whispering in the softest voice, deep and matronly, in a tongue that tickled in the back of my mind. A tongue as hot as magma lapped across my hair, my long ears.

	There was no end to the gold. And I took to it readily. I could feel the heat of it and the dragon goddess fuse into my very being. I was warmth. I was heat. I was fire. I swallowed around that nurturing teat, my mouth aching as the gold pushed out from my mouth to form new teeth that soon scraped the warm loam of her nipple. My face stretched and hurt, and I whimpered out. I felt a tongue across my face, licking me clean, soothing my hurts. I reached up with a sticky, sweetened arm towards the liquid earth caressing me, my fingers burning into the heat, and coming out encrusted with cracked black flakes of skin and the bones having burned into small, pointed claws. No, not burned. Changed. That was my arm. My hand. My fingers. My nails. I feebly reached up to touch her again, but dropped my heavy hand down on her breast once more, moaning weakly for her.

	The voice above soothed me. "Si tenpiswo." "I am here," I realized.

	The words blurred into foreign dragon's tongue, and familiar words. The soft susurrus of dragon's speech was interrupted by deep, rumbling moans from above. I inched my two left eyes open and saw her look so relieved, so happy, so content. Her maw drooled out splashes of white earth that dribbled over my head and back. It was so warm. I squirmed into her breast, nursing closer to her heart.

	Time lost meaning. There was just the swell of gold and heat in my body. I knew not of worry or want. I was at peace drinking from her. I felt myself split at the bottom, a tearing sensation that felt pleasantly wet. I did not know if I bled, or peed myself. My back ached, but then felt so relieved. Moisture spilled across the palm of the dragoness' mighty hand. My golden tail finally came free from my belly and my back to splat against her palm, wagging slowly. 

	Her delicious warmth continued to spill into me. I drank deeper, feeling how her fingers closed around me in embrace, and then released their grip. Again and again, steadily but slow. I hadn't realized how long it took for me to do so, but I felt her fingers around the junctions of my arms and legs, and that I could easily embrace them. I ground down against her finger between my legs a moment as I shifted my weight, a pleasant tingle coming from my nethers. I felt so nice between drinking and moving, that I settled on a slow rhythm of rocking myself against the goddess' fingers in her grasp, and using my arms and face to knead the teat that fed me. Her sensuous panted high up above, her voice cracking just slightly.

	"Mommy will hold you, child. Mommy will hold you. That's right. Go on."

	My lower body continued to grind back and forth across the crease of her digit, the warm earth, the harder scales of stone rubbing up against my moistened mound. I whimpered out against her teat, my teeth slowly digging deeper against her nipple, causing her soft, deep voice to break into a snarl and a hiss that echoed through the chamber. My lower body felt ever warmer and more heated, and I found my own pace quickening as my want for more of anything burn in my core. Faster and faster my hips canted and rubbed against the crease of her digit. I could feel her finger crooking a little further, pressing up against my spread thighs and into my sensitive lips. I made for a muffled, lewd squeal as my body fired up from so deep within. Gold spilled over my body where I couldn't drink it, and I could feel it ooze down across my pounding chest, my ravenous belly, my tender sex. I felt the heat take hold of me, burning at me, boiling me, but I felt only joyous joy as I humped on that thick digit. My ribs ached, my shoulders feeling as if they had grown on top of the other and doubled. And then a hot flash of pain when bone tore through skin. I squealed against the great dragoness, and could feel an explosion of sensation wrack and ignite me. I felt wet and sticky from the back as well when my skin parted, when knobby, long bones wrenched themselves free from my back. I howled into her breast, whimpering out as the first heat touched my tiny wings, finally freed. My bucking and heaving slowed to a crawl as I sunk back into the heat of the warm breast, slumping forwards into her.

	She let me down, my wobbly knees touching down on the warm stone. She planted her massive hands down besides herself, and I held on to her teat with both hands. I could easily take the whole nipple into my hungry maw. So I did. I was content in the safety of this womb of earth and fire, in the embrace of the great being towering over me. I paused in my drinking, if only to reprieve to her tender nipple, for me to take a deep breath of burning air and the heat of her body. My voice cracked in a pleasant chirp.

	"Mommy?"

	She laid me back against the floor, and I could feel how her great weight shifted over me, pinning me under the weight of her left breast instead. I wordlessly curled around her weighty, downcast teat, and took to my second fill of nourishment. 

	She spoke in sibbilant, deep tones. She addressed a creature that rose at her command from the fire and the earth. I couldn't understand what she said.

	"The elves due north will have use of this tool. See to it they find it, that they discover its protection. That in time, they will seek champions again. That my brood may grow, and we may fly against the others."

	Her talons deposited a comically small silvery sceptre into the stone hands of her creation. It marched off without a word. Her attentions returned to me, and I was soon doted upon once more, soaking in her love, in her liquid gold, in her protective embrace.

	"My daughter."