I swiftly finished my business with Augusta, giving her the hacked Nexus bracelet that she kept as a reserve in her bunker. It's the only way for her to teleport back to the Nexus unnoticed. If I brought her with me, there would be a record of it, and our plans would be exposed.
"Go," I whispered, cupping her cheek one last time. "And Augusta… don't screw up."
"I won't, Mistress." She bowed deeply, the dim red glow in her eye flickering with loyalty. "All will be ready within six months. Seven at most."
"Good girl." I slapped her ass, because of course I did. "Do well, and I'll have your reward ready."
She shivered, bit her lip, then vanished in a silent flash of blue light, leaving behind nothing but a ripple in space and the faint scent of lavender.
"Now then." I cracked my neck, stretched my arms, and a wicked grin crawled up my lips. I had bigger—literally bigger—things to focus on.
Dragon daughter time... HAHAHAHA!
I adjusted my black bikini, the fabric hugging every curve just right, leaving little to the imagination. My silver hair cascaded over my shoulders as I strode through my temple's marble halls. The usual symphony of moans, wet slaps, and desperate whimpers from the orgy halls echoed around me, but I paid them no mind.
My mind was elsewhere in a special room with no door.
The black dragon egg was moved from my bedroom to this new room in the depths of my temple.
Not because it was safer.
Not because it needed special care.
But because the damn thing outgrew the doorway.
And because my bed could no longer support the weight of a soon-to-be dragon with a soon-to-be divine super dragon cock.
Priorities.
I approached the sealed corridor—smooth black stone, carved with runes that pulsed with my divine essence. No handle. No hinges. No door. Only a single command phrase whispered directly into the bones of reality.
I placed my hand on the cold surface.
"Open for Mommy."
The entire wall shuddered.
A deep vibration rolled through my palm, then down my spine, settling directly into my pussy like a warm tongue. The stone parted silently, peeling back like liquid shadows.
Heat washed over me instantly. Thick, heavy, searing heat.
I stepped inside.
The chamber was enormous—vaulted ceilings, glowing runes, drifting embers suspended in the air like fireflies drunk on lust. The floor shimmered with lava veins that pulsed to the rhythm of the heartbeat of the egg.
And in the center…
There she was.
My egg.
My massive, pulsing, ancient-bloodline, legendary dragon egg.
The egg towered over me now—easily twelve feet tall, obsidian-black with veins of molten crimson pulsing through its surface like a heartbeat. Each throb sent ripples of heat through the air, distorting vision, making my skin prickle with anticipation.
Six months.
Six long months.
Six drought-dry, cock-deprived, pussy-throbbing months.
All leading to this moment.
"My beautiful daughter…" I whispered, approaching the pedestal. "Are you ready to explode into existence and ruin my insides?"
A deep, low thrum answered me—the same one I'd heard in dreams these past weeks. A sound that was both heartbeat and growl.
I traced the crimson veins with my fingertips, following their path across the massive curve. They pulsed brighter under my touch, responding to my divine essence like a lover's caress.
"You've grown so big," I whispered, lips brushing against the warm surface. "Can't fit through doors anymore. Can't sleep in Mommy's bed. You're becoming a woman now."
Another pulse. Stronger this time. The entire egg shuddered, and I swore I felt something shift inside—something massive, coiled, waiting.
My cock stirred beneath my bikini bottoms, already hardening at the thought.
Soon.
Very soon.
I circled the egg slowly, admiring every inch of its dark beauty. The shell had developed new patterns since I last checked—spiraling runes that weren't there before, ancient dragon script that sang of power, dominance, breeding rights.
"What are you going to look like?" I mused aloud, dragging my nails along the surface with just enough pressure to make sparks dance. "Scales black as sin? Eyes red like mine? And that cock..." I bit my lip, squeezing my thighs together. "That massive, beautiful dragon cock you're going to ram into Mommy the second you hatch."
The egg practically vibrated with agreement.
I pressed my entire body against it, wrapping my arms around as much of the curve as I could reach. My breasts flattened against the hot shell, nipples straining through thin fabric.
And waited for the hatching to happen.
...
Crack!
After an eternity to me—and probably only two hours in real time—the sound split the chamber like lightning.
"Yes," I breathed, my own heartbeat accelerating. "Yes! Come to Mommy!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A network of fissures spiderwebbed across the obsidian surface, glowing crimson lines that pulsed like veins in the throes of birth. The egg shuddered violently, rocking on its pedestal.
"Oh fuck yes." The words tumbled out breathless, needy. My cock throbbed hard beneath my bikini, already leaking pre-cum that soaked through the thin fabric.
"Oh… you're coming out angry, aren't you?" I dragged a slow tongue over my teeth. "Good."
A crimson glow bloomed inside the egg, like a star about to go supernova. Right then, I was able to catch a glimpse of the dragon girl inside for the first time.
She appeared to have matured a little inside her shell. Could be considered a human teen, perhaps.
The temperature spiked. Heat slammed into me like a living thing, wrapping around my body, licking over my skin, sinking straight into the marrow of my bones. The very floor vibrated in a slow rhythm—no longer a heartbeat.
Breathing.
She was breathing.
The egg's surface bulged from the inside. Something massive pressed outward. The shell bowed, strained, then snapped back. Again. Again. Each impact deep, thunderous, primal. The chamber lights flickered with every blow, runes spasming as if they struggled to contain the power being birthed within.
"Easy," I murmured, stepping closer, palm brushing the trembling shell. "You don't have to force it. Mommy's here."
The egg answered with a deafening, guttural boom from deep within—half roar, half howl, half something older than language.
"Come out... please..." I was begging now, my hands pressed flat against the egg. "Mommy needs her baby girl..."
"From this day onward," I declared, gently placing my cheek against the egg, "you will be known as Odrax—"
Before I could finish my sentence.
CRACK! BOOM!
The egg exploded.
"VICTORIA IS BAAACK!"
And the dragon girl burst out shouting and with a fist to my face so strong it sent me flying.
"Eh?" However, the fist to the face wasn't the important part.
I froze, literally, everything inside me stopped—heart, breathing, divine energy, even my cock.
It was like a switch went off in my head. The only thing that kept working was my eyes.
Staring at the girl who was identical to me in looks and even the aura that she was releasing.
More importantly, her first words.
A name.
A long-forgotten name from a long-past life.
"Vic..." I was unable to speak the name, fearing that if I did, I'd wake up from this beautiful dream.
"Oh~!... Hi sis, long time no see," the dragon girl stared at me with a smug ass grin that I know very well, "or should I call you mother now? Nahh... that's so fucked up."
"..."
The universe didn't move. Didn't breathe. Didn't dare blink.
Only she did.
The girl, the woman, the dragon, the impossible mirror of me.
She stood before me—naked, gleaming with egg fluid, identical down to the last silver strand of hair, the last curve of hip, the last crimson flicker in her eyes. Even the cocky tilt of her head matched mine perfectly.
My twin.
My other half.
My long-lost…
"Victoria…" I whispered—no breath behind it, no sound, just a mouth trying to remember how to move.
"The one and only!" She spread her arms wide, grinning like a maniac. "Miss me, Morgi?"
And like a dam bursting—
Everything came rushing back all at once—a tidal wave of memory so violent it physically hurt. My vision swam, the lava-veins on the floor blurred, the heat in the room became a distant roar. My brain overloaded with images, voices, feelings, laughter, blood, war, power, and one face—Victoria's face, grinning at me across a battlefield, over a mountain of corpses, from across a council table where we argued about which god to fuck first.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A scream tore from my throat, one that shook the very foundation of my land. Cracks began to spread across the chamber walls as my divine energy erupted out of control.
"Whoa! Easy there, tiger," the dragon girl—Victoria—suddenly appeared in front of me, her hands on my shoulders, her presence shockingly calm. "Don't break my new home now."
Her hands on my shoulders felt too real, her face—my face—hovered inches from mine, smirking.
"Easy, Morgi," she said, voice low, velvet wrapped around a wildfire. "You're shaking the entire land. I just hatched. Let's not bury me again, yeah?"
"I..." I couldn't form words. I couldn't even breathe. I just stared at her, my mind a whirlwind of chaos.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Victoria chuckled, her fingers gently tracing my jawline.
Then she leaned in and whispered:
"Calm down, or no dragon cock for you."
"..."
"Fuck you, Vicky!"