September 3, 2022, 3:19 pm by WhatAreThose21 (88)
Is this it?
Dragon Rider
She was from an esteemed line of dragon riders. Her mother and grandmother before her had fought to defend their city against the monsters and and foreign armies. No one dared attack a city guarded by an active dragon rider. Unfortunately, there was no active dragon rider. Kisara was yet to get her dragon, and her mother had past away earlier that year, taking her dragon with her. That was just the way it was – your dragon’s life force was bound to your own. They came into the world through you and left it again when your heart stopped beating.
During the last few months, Kisara’s body had finally started changing, as if realizing that the city was lacking a dragon protector. Only a few weeks after her mother’s demise, she’d found her regular clothes getting too tight, straining to contain her growing abdomen. And now, almost five months later, she looked heavily pregnant, her belly a heavy orb resting low on her hips. She was so close to finally meeting her dragon. Any day now, she would go into labor, her body finally getting ready to lay the egg that contained her dragon.
Unfortunately though, her dragon wasn’t here yet. She stared with tired resignation at the monster currently trying to tear down the city walls. It looked a bit like what a bear – if a bear was more than two meters tall on all fours and had curved horns the size of her arms, that is. She ran a hand down her achingly heavy belly. Even in her condition, she was considered the best fighter this city had – she had been trained by the former dragon rider, after all.
As she walked down through the city streets, she kept the hand not holding her sword pressed against her back. She had been feeling achy all day, but refused to acknowledge the nagging suspicion that labor was imminent. Nevermind that what had started as mild cramps were steadily changing into what could only be called fullblown contractions. She didn’t have time. The city needed her.
She stopped just inside the city gate to wait out a contraction, glad that all inhabitants had fled the area closest to the wall, giving her a certain privacy in her moment of weakness. She pressed both hands against the sensitive skin of her belly as she felt her entire body clamping down around her egg. A quiet groan escaped her clenched teeth as the burning pain spread through her pelvis and torso, tendrils of it shooting down into her thighs and making her knees shake. She hunched over more, hands desperately trying to sooth the pain that kept building. There was a definite downwards pressure, the force of her clenching muscles pressing the egg against her thankfully still closed cervix. Her belly felt hot to the touch and hard as a rock beneath her hands. Droplets of sweat had started gathering on her brow, when the contraction finally started letting up. She gave a sigh of relief as her muscles relaxed and she could straighten up again. With effort, she awkwardly picked up the sword she’d dropped, before heading out to face the monster.
Even when she wasn’t actively having a contraction, the pressure in her hips was driving her insane. She was constantly feeling like she wanted to squat down to relieve it – to open up her hips and help the egg move lower. Her labor had ramped up drastically as well, as if her dragon knew she was in danger and wanted to come out to help. The contraction at the city gate had been way stronger than her previous ones, and during the short time she’d been fighting the monster, she’d had two more just like it, barely five minutes in between each other. Pure luck and the fact that this monster obviously wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box, had kept her alive so far. As if to make her even more miserable, it had started raining.
Another contraction struck her, and she involuntarily widened her stance and bent her knees in an effort to relieve the pressure. She pressed her free hand against the bottom of her belly, as if trying to discourage the egg from sinking lower into her pelvis. Her belly was a globe of tight burning pain, shrinking and changing form as her muscles continued clenching and bearing down. A quiet pop was all the warning she got before fluid started trickling out of her, warming the inside of her thighs. Her clothes were already drenched from the rain, so it wasn’t really noticeable except for the fact that it was very warm. Her belly also felt hotter without the cushion of water between the dragon egg and her flesh.
The monster was just about to swipe at her with its claws, when it suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. Maybe it could smell the birthing fluids still trickling out of her. She lashed out, and for the first time since the fight began, she managed to catch it by surprise. Her sword hit its shoulder.
It was by no means a deadly wound, but apparently the monster decided that it had had enough, as it turned and ran into the forest. Kisara’s relieved smile almost immediately turned into a grimace as her belly clenched down once more. Without the cushion of water, her belly felt smaller and harder beneath her hands, but it was still much bigger than she had expected. Apparently she was carrying a very big egg. An egg that was currently trying to press through her cervix, sinking lower into her pelvis with every spasm of her uterus. She gave a small cry of pain as the contraction peaked, bringing a sudden urge to push. People were starting to pour out of the city to congratulate her, so she ignored her body’s demands, straightening up and praying that she wouldn’t have another contraction before she found somewhere more private.
The king himself offered her his private horse to ride on through the city, and she wasn’t in any position to deny the offer. Her legs felt weak and shaky as her body concentrated it’s resources on her heaving belly and forcing its contents downwards. At least she managed to convince him that she needed to change her clothes and freshen up before the celebration feast he was planning. This meant she only had to look normal during the ride back to the castle, before she could hide out in her quarters and lay her egg.
Easier said than done. Kisara kept her hand pressed against her aching belly at all times, but it did little to sooth the pain that kept rolling through her. Only the intense possessiveness she felt for her dragon allowed her to keep hiding her labor. She wanted to be the only one there when the egg was laid. If she let on to how much pain she was in, the court healers would try to take control over what was supposed to be an intimate moment between her, her body and her dragon.
During the ride she could feel her egg pressing lower into her birth canal, the weight against her vagina making it increasingly uncomfortable to sit in the saddle. The horse’s gait didn’t help in the slightest. All the rocking was helping the egg slide downwards, making her swollen lips press uncomfortably against the hard leather saddle. The contractions were just a couple of minutes apart and every time her belly clamped down, the urge to push threatened to drive her insane. Pretty soon, she was giving small pushes with every pain, desperately trying to keep her face neutral as the citizens cheered around her.
The contractions were still very painful, but with every one she felt the urge to push taking over. It wasn’t just her body that was desperate to get this over with, though. She was all too aware of the fact that the more time that passed since her water broke, the more the egg would harden inside her. If she didn’t get it out soon, birth would become downright impossible.
Finally, they arrived at the courtyard. She needed help getting down from the horse, but no one questioned it, as she did look incredibly pregnant. She made a suspiciously hasty retreat, trying to ignore the impossible feeling that the egg would fall out if she opened her legs too wide. She stumbled through the halls, every once in a while ducking into an empty room to be able to groan and squat with the contractions. Every time her muscles clamped down, she felt like she might explode. The egg was so close, resting against her lips and making them bulge from the pressure.
Finally, she managed to get to her rooms, slamming the door behind her and immediately dropping to her knees. She was pushing with all her might, the contractions no longer hurting as bad now that she was working with them instead of against them. She stayed there for a while, pushing and straining, working to get her dragon egg down and out. Her vagina was slowly bulging and spreading, the hard shell of the egg forcing it first into a teardrop shape, then into a burning circle. She cried out from the pain as she for the first time experienced the ring of fire. Her hands shot down between her legs, roaming over the growing bulge in her pants.
Her pants. Her eyes shot open as she realized she was still fully dressed. She tried to scramble to her feet, somehow managing to change positions into a deep squat. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons as she tried to remove the constricting garment. She managed to loosen it slightly, but there was no way she would be able to close her legs enough to actually remove the pants.
She couldn’t help pushing with the next contraction, the egg straining against the sturdy fabric that was blocking its exit. This was bad. This was so bad. She dropped to her knees again, her tight belly touching the floor as she spread her legs and strained. Embarrassingly loud whines kept leaving her throat as she rocked on the floor and tried to push. Nothing helped against the pain and sheer desperation. Her clothes were determinately clinging to her and there was no way for her to remove them without cutting them off.
Now there was a thought. With shaking hands she reached for the sword she had dropped upon entering. It was slightly out of her reach, forcing her to crawl while keeping her legs spread as wide as possible. Kisara grabbed onto the weapon and painstakingly turned around until she was on her ass, propped up against the foot of her bed.
She had to take a break, pushing with the next volley of contractions until she was finally able to bring the sharp blade down to her clothes. She held her breath, trying to keep as still as possible, while sawing through the fabric of her pants and underwear. As soon as she was done she threw the weapon to the side, ripping and tearing until she’d removed all of the offending garments. With her next push the egg shot forward, causing her to slap her hands against it, trying to keep it in place. To avoid tearing, she kept her hands pressed against the slick surface of the egg, letting it ease out slowly. It felt a lot harder than it should beneath her fingers, confirming her suspicions that it was already hardening.
Pretty soon her nether lips felt stretched to their absolute limit. The emerging egg was hot and heavy against her hands, the heat doing nothing to sooth her inflamed vagina. She was quickly tiring as the egg kept coming, so impossibly slow that it sometimes felt like it wasn’t moving at all. She knew she was being loud, but she couldn’t seem to stop the pained noises that kept leaving her throat.
A sudden knock on the door caused her to press a fist against her mouth.
“Milady? Do you want help getting ready for the... Oh!”
The door swung open, revealing her favourite maid. The woman was old and wrinkly, but unbelievably kind. Kisara could see her preparing to yell for help and panicked.
“No! Don’t! Please… hah. Please just come inside and shut the door. I wanted to do this alone, but I think… Aurgh! Aaaaah, ow ow ow! I think I need help.”
The woman was next to her in a second, crouched in front of her and gently probing her stretched opening.
“Just a minute, Milady”, she murmured before disappearing into the bathing chambers.
Kisara stayed where she was, panting and straining with the pains. Soon the woman reappeared.
“Come on, Milady. I’ve prepared the bath. The water will sooth the pain and walking will help with the birth.”
She shook her head and arched her back, no longer trying to push, just trashing with the pain. “I can’t! I can’t move, please don’t make me!”
The old woman was firm as she grabbed Kisara’s arms and heaved her to her feet. “I swear to you that it will help. Come on, Milady. I believe in you.”
Slowly, practically hanging on the old handmaiden, Kisara started shuffling towards the bathroom, keeping her legs splayed wide. Gravity was making the egg press downwards hard enough that she had to stop and push every other step. It felt like it was almost at its widest point now, spreading her grotesquely.
She squatted in front of the bathtub, knuckles whitening from her grip on the rim as she pushed with all her might. When the contraction let up, her maid somehow managed to help her into the tub. She had no idea how she managed to make it up the steps and over the rim, but as soon as she slipped into the lukewarm water an almost euphoric sensation rushed through her. The water was incredibly soothing, letting her relax in a way she hadn’t been able to since before her labor started. She let the water lap over her hot aching belly, as she squatted down in the tub. Her hand moved down to feel the egg, still stuck at its widest point. She rubbed gently over her sensitive lips, enjoying how the water seemed to numb the pain but still let her feel the soft touch. It almost felt pleasurable.
The next contraction rolled into her and she rocked her hips forward with the push, fingers still rubbing her tender sex. It actually was pleasurable now, she could feel herself getting turned on by how insanely stretched she was. Her fingers found her button, squeezing gently, and electricity shot through her core. Her belly squeezed down again and she felt her muscles tensing, rearing up for a final push. She couldn’t concentrate on moving her fingers so she just pressed against her clit, groaning as the egg slowly, slowly moved through her opening.
It started slipping from her opening, and without thinking, she pressed her hands against it, trying to keep it inside, keep that delicious stretch from ending. It was no use, though – the egg was coming. With a rush, it left her fluttering lips, and she felt herself clenching down on nothing, canal pulsing with the waves of electricity shooting through her. A long drawn-out moan left her throat as she shook with the force of her orgasm, bath water filling her loose hole.
Underneath her in the tub was a smooth dragon egg, bigger than the size of her head.
