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It had been years since Ronin had flown Emylee away from her old life of pain and loneliness. Only a slight alarm was risen from the small woodland town when people realized that they were one person short. Being a small community a missing person was noticed quite easily, but the searches ended almost as soon as they started. The girl's father had convinced everyone that the worst had happened and that was that. Little did they know, however, that she was still alive and in a far better situation.
For nine years, Emylee lived within the kingdom of dragons, blossoming into a beautiful young woman. Many of dragons grew to accept the human female, and some actually befriended her. Some, however, loathed the girl and saw her as a threat to their way of life. What made it even worse in theirs eyes, was the fact that Ronin, their king, had fallen so low. He had talked to them of humans, of how low and worthless they were, and yet he took one in. He told them it was due to the rare bonding, but the idea was still disliked, and one, a large, green scaled dragon by the name of Wrathbone, would take it upon himself to make this life as uncomfortable as he could for Emylee.

The day for Wrathbone to execute his plan had come, he took great care in preparing for his task. He kept silent tabs on the human girl, the most important on her scent. It was a cool, autumn day when the sweet scent coming off the female told the loathing dragon that she was ready for him, ready for what he had in store for her. Silently, he glided over head as Emylee walked along one of the stone paths that ran through the outskirts of the kingdom.

Feeling a bit confident, aren't we? The green scaled beast thought to himself with a silent chuckle. She was near the middle of the path when he made his decent, landing directly in front of the princess.

"What the-?" Emylee exclaimed, jumping back as a dragon landed in front of her. She peered up at him, she always felt uneasy around this dragon. "Wrathbone," She breathed out, taking another step away, her father had told her to keep her distance from this dragon after she told him what she felt.

"Yes, Your Highness," The villainous dragon replied to her, finding amusement in her fear. Slowly he approached her, causing her to back away further.

"What do you want?" She demands, keeping her voice steady.

"You," Was his simple answer as he lunged forward and snatched her in his talons before she even knew what was happening. Ignoring her protests, Wrathbone shot up into the sky, his large wings beating fiercely to carry them with haste to one of the outlying mountains. The human girl screamed and cried out for Ronin, or anybody, but did so in vain, no one was around to hear, Ronin had led most of the clan on a raid for food.

Once the destination was reached, the dragon dropped the girl to hard rocky ledge before landing himself. A sly grin was on his spiked and scaled face as he peered down at.

"Ronin will kill you," Emylee said, both out of anger and fear.

"As long as my plan is fulfilled, it will not matter." Wrathbone growled out, moving close to the girl, aiming to herd her into the cave behind her.

"And that would be?" She asks, backing away as he wanted. She moved until she felt something at her feet, something that clinked when her foot hit it. Looking down she saw it was a set of four chains fastened together by a single loop in the center. The were complete with a set of manacles and a set of shackles.

The dragon's twisted grin widened, "To fill you with my seed," He replied to her with a laugh as he saw her face twist into pure terror. He shot at her before she could regain herself, grabbing her in his talons once more, none to gently either. Emylee squirmed and screamed in the rough grasp, but to no avail. Using his sharp claws, Wrathbone ripped into her clothing, completely ridding her body of the fabric. Then, with surprisingly skilled hands for a dragon, he fastened her to the floor with the chains. Her short restraints kept her in the hands and knees position where she trembled and whimpered as her captor stood back to admire how his plan was coming along.

"I will say this of the king, he has good taste," Wrathbone grumbled out, his voice thick with lust, his huge member unsheathing and swelling as he gazed upon the naked body of his captive. "Oh yes he does," He growled once more as he slid up behind the girl, reaching out a claw as he moved to touch the soft flesh of her buttocks, his thumb and fore-claw spreading the flesh at division in the middle. With greed and lust, he looked upon the girl's sex, his member pulsing with desire. But no, he couldn't enter her just yet, he had to make her slippery first. With bated breath, he leaned forward, his tongue sliding out to meet the folds of her most secret and sensitive parts. Slowly, he slid his tongue along her slit, dipping it into her vagina when he reached it, causing her hips to buck out of his reach. With a snarl of distaste at her resistance, he grabbed her hips with both taloned hands, hooking his claws in her skin, and roughly yanked her back to his mouth.

When she was secure once more his tongue went back to work, moistening her entrance for when he would penetrate her core. Once or twice, his pink muscle would find her clit, but wouldn't linger, this wasn't meant to bring her pleasure. Finally he felt that she was ready for him. He pulled back his head and, keeping his claws hooked into her hips, he moved his body until the tip of his large penis was just parting her folds. With a sharp growl, he slammed his hips forward, forcing his huge member into her small body. This elicited a scream of pain from Emylee, which brought his twisted grin back. Roughly, he thrusted a few times, pulling back till he nearly fell from her only to pierce and fill her once more. On the the sixth thrust was when he came to his climax, burying himself deep within her core as he shot his hot seed into her depths, the base of his member swelling even more to lock them in place.

The scream that came from the girl was blood curdling as his knot stretched her even more than she thought she could stretch. A blackness soon clouded her vision as she slipped into unconsciousness from the amount of pain her body was enduring. When she came to, after hours or days, she did not know, she saw that she had been moved to a different part of the cave. Only a single chain tethered her to the cave wall, a fire was crackling not far from where she sat.

"Ow," She hissed as she tried to move, her whole body ached terribly, especially between her legs. Gently, she reached her hand down to assess the damage that had been done. She had to grit her teeth as her fingers brushed against her extremely tender folds. With a sigh of defeat, she pulls her hand back.

All was quiet in the cave, Emylee observed, Wrathbone was no where to be seen. Good, She thought to herself as she leaned against the hard rock wall of the cave. In silence, she thought of her current situation, she was just raped by a dragon, her situation was dim. A sudden, loud roar pulled her from her thoughts. Her head snapped toward the entrance of the cave, she knew that roar, and it sent relief through her sore body. "Father," She breathed out as followed by the roar were the sounds of a scuffle.

At the entrance of the cave, she saw two dragons in the midst of a deadly fight, one black and one green. Clearly, the black dragon had the upper hand and the green dragon soon fell, motionless, to the ground.

"That'll teach you to kidnap my daughter," Ronin snarled down at his fallen opponent as he passed by on his way into the cave. The clinking of the chain drew his attention to the wall where Emylee was. She had tried to stand, but her body protested, sending her falling back to the ground. Hastily, the king rushed to her aid, the naked sight of her only fueled his anger. Gently, he held his claw out to her, which she took and used to stand.

It was as she stood that she noticed a difference to her stomach, "Father..." Her voice shook as she looked down at her round abdomen, her knees shaking as she stood.

A roar of anger bellowed from Ronin after he saw her stomach, he couldn't deny that she was with egg. "That sick bastard!" He shouted out, his tail lashing against the cave walls in fury. The cave shuddered from the impact of the strong scaled tail, causing Emylee to duck away. Ronin's keen orange eyes fixated on the girl once more, his claw still supporting her up. "Let's get you out of here," He says with a sigh, lowering his head he caught the chain between his sharp, sword like teeth and bit clean through the iron. One the bond was broken, he gently lifted her up like he had done when he first took her away. He didn't place her on his back due to her very sore nethers, he merely shuffled on the three legs that didn't hold Emylee to the open air before his wings could lift them both and carry them home.

***~~~***

Days had passed since Ronin brought Emylee home, the other dragons were outraged at what had happened to the princess. Even the other naysayers were disgusted at how far Wrathbone had gone, and eventually, one by one, they also began to warm up the girl. Emylee and the egg within her had grown significantly in just the few days that passed by. Soon she was looking about seven months along if she were carrying a human child.

Much to her dismay, Ronin had told her that the eggs of this certain species of dragon developed quickly and that soon, far too soon for her taste, she would be laying the massive egg that dwelled within her body. However, she couldn't help but feel a little attachment to the child she would soon bear. She had reasoned with herself that it wasn't the child's fault that she was like this, the hatchling was as much a victim as she was, and more importantly, it was still hers. She wanted to give her child a better start than she had.

She voiced this to the king during dinner one evening not long before her estimated due, "I see," He grumbled, gnawing on a rib bone of the deer they just consumed. "This is very noble of you." He complimented her, "I raised you well." He chuckled as he looked down at her.

"Thank you," She told him in return, her hand resting on her large abdomen. A gasp escaped her as she felt the egg shift and rock under her hand, followed by a heaviness in her pelvis. A tightening in her stomach accompanied the feel of the egg settling. "Uh oh," She breathed as she curled in on herself.

"Emylee?" Ronin spat out the bone and lumbered over to her side. She latched onto the claw he extended toward her and squoze, whimpering all the way. "Breathe my dear one," He chided to her as she squoze his knuckle. "Let's get you to the nesting area." He suggested when she finally calmed down.

"Okay," She panted, straightening up. The difference in shape of her stomach showed that indeed the egg had dropped. With Ronin's help, Emylee was able to make it the space that had been set up for her to lay the egg. The midwives were already there and ushered the girl inside, instructing the king to stay outside. With a growl, he did so, he had to respect his daughter's privacy, even in a situation like this. Resigned, he moved to the far wall and settled down to wait for any news.

Inside the nesting chamber, fresh hay had been lain, covering every inch of the floor. It was soft under Emylee's feet and had a calming scent to it. In the middle of the hay, a stone like structure had been place, it looked like it would serve the purpose of a birthing stool if she chose to use it. A surging contraction around her middle pulled the girl's full attention at the task at hand, the iron band around her stomach had her doubling over and groaning.

"Easy," One of the dragon midwives, a white scaled dragoness, consoled the princess. The dragon ran a white clawed hand along the girl's back, comforting her through her touch and voice. "Not much longer, one contraction closer to the end."

The human girl huffed as the contraction subsided and straightened. She was instructed to do some walking, the white scaled dragon not far from the laboring girl in case she wanted support through the intensifying labor pains. Not much time after Emylee had entered the room and started walking, a very intense contraction had her knees buckling and her body flowing down to the soft hay floor. A scream tore from her throat as she curled in on herself, curling around her egg heavy abdomen. It was at this that both midwives rushed to her side, the other a red scaled dragon.

"No! I don't want to move!" The girl shrieked as they tried to lift her up, there was a terrible pressure deep with in her.

"She is ready," The white scaled midwife informed her partner who nodded in agreement.

"When you're ready you may push," The second midwife instructed the human girl, "And you can get into any position you feel is right."

In the respite between the crippling contractions, Emylee nodded and slowly got up on her hands and knees. She looked up and saw that the stool wasn't far away and began to crawl toward the stone. A few contractions and pauses later, she made it to her destination. She barely lifted herself up and positioned herself on the stone before another contraction came crashing over her body. "Oh god," She groaned out as the new surge had her pushing, and hard. She pushed and groaned a few times over until she felt her egg edging into her birth canal. A cry of pain escaped her as the hard shell of the egg passed through her cervix.

"Uuuuurrrrrghhhh," She grunted as she gave another push, gritting her teeth as the tip of the egg began to make her bulge.

"Good," The red dragon encouraged as she watched each push bring the egg closer to the world. A few good pushes later and something dark green began to poke its way out of Emylee's folds. As this happened, her hand shot down to feel the tip of her egg as it crowned.

"Wow," She breathed, giving another hard push. Her hand cupped her egg as it slid out even more, nearing the widest point. Absentmindedly, the girl traced her fingers along the hard shell that protruded from her body as she waited for the next contraction. When it came, she pushed and when the egg slid to its widest circumference, she let out a cry that was soon cut off as her stretched labia passed over the curve and deposited the egg into her waiting palm.

Emylee just sat there, panting for a bit, holding the egg between her legs as she tried to regain some energy. After a few minutes had passed, she lifted her green reward up into her arms. Gently, she kissed the glistening shell as she cradled the egg in her arms, the young with in shifting and tapping as if in response to its mother's affections.

Once she was cleaned up, Emylee slowly slid off the stool to rest upon the soft hay. It was then that she told the midwives to allow her father into the room.

Timidly, Ronin entered the room, treading with great care over the hay to his young one. Once at her side, he peered over her shoulder, lowering his head to look at the egg she held. A smile broke out across his face as his snout gently bumped the egg's shell. "You did well, I sense the young inside is healthy and strong and very much like her mother."

"Thank you," Emylee softly said as she moved to settle on her side, the black scaled dragon curling around her and her child. Sleepily, the girl cuddled back into the dragon's warm under belly. The warmth eased her sore muscle and lulled her into a peaceful sleep as she remained curled about the egg.

Chuckling, Ronin lowered his head to the hay and also dozed off, keeping his body around his child and grandchild to keep the safe and warm as they rested. Later there would be a celebration to do with birth of the new little one, but now there would be sleep and safety and love.

Description
It had been years since Ronin had flown Emylee away from her old life of pain and loneliness. Only a slight alarm was risen from the small woodland town when people realized that they were one person short. Being a small community a missing person was noticed quite easily, but the searches ended almost as soon as they started. The girl's father had convinced everyone that the worst had happened and that was that. Little did they know, however, that she was still alive and in a far better situation.
For nine years, Emylee lived within the kingdom of dragons, blossoming into a beautiful young woman. Many of dragons grew to accept the human female, and some actually befriended her. Some, however, loathed the girl and saw her as a threat to their way of life. What made it even worse in theirs eyes, was the fact that Ronin, their king, had fallen so low. He had talked to them of humans, of how low and worthless they were, and yet he took one in. He told them it was due to the rare bonding, but the idea was still disliked, and one, a large, green scaled dragon by the name of Wrathbone, would take it upon himself to make this life as uncomfortable as he could for Emylee.

The day for Wrathbone to execute his plan had come, he took great care in preparing for his task. He kept silent tabs on the human girl, the most important on her scent. It was a cool, autumn day when the sweet scent coming off the female told the loathing dragon that she was ready for him, ready for what he had in store for her. Silently, he glided over head as Emylee walked along one of the stone paths that ran through the outskirts of the kingdom.

Feeling a bit confident, aren't we? The green scaled beast thought to himself with a silent chuckle. She was near the middle of the path when he made his decent, landing directly in front of the princess.

"What the-?" Emylee exclaimed, jumping back as a dragon landed in front of her. She peered up at him, she always felt uneasy around this dragon. "Wrathbone," She breathed out, taking another step away, her father had told her to keep her distance from this dragon after she told him what she felt.

"Yes, Your Highness," The villainous dragon replied to her, finding amusement in her fear. Slowly he approached her, causing her to back away further.

"What do you want?" She demands, keeping her voice steady.

"You," Was his simple answer as he lunged forward and snatched her in his talons before she even knew what was happening. Ignoring her protests, Wrathbone shot up into the sky, his large wings beating fiercely to carry them with haste to one of the outlying mountains. The human girl screamed and cried out for Ronin, or anybody, but did so in vain, no one was around to hear, Ronin had led most of the clan on a raid for food.

Once the destination was reached, the dragon dropped the girl to hard rocky ledge before landing himself. A sly grin was on his spiked and scaled face as he peered down at.

"Ronin will kill you," Emylee said, both out of anger and fear.

"As long as my plan is fulfilled, it will not matter." Wrathbone growled out, moving close to the girl, aiming to herd her into the cave behind her.

"And that would be?" She asks, backing away as he wanted. She moved until she felt something at her feet, something that clinked when her foot hit it. Looking down she saw it was a set of four chains fastened together by a single loop in the center. The were complete with a set of manacles and a set of shackles.

The dragon's twisted grin widened, "To fill you with my seed," He replied to her with a laugh as he saw her face twist into pure terror. He shot at her before she could regain herself, grabbing her in his talons once more, none to gently either. Emylee squirmed and screamed in the rough grasp, but to no avail. Using his sharp claws, Wrathbone ripped into her clothing, completely ridding her body of the fabric. Then, with surprisingly skilled hands for a dragon, he fastened her to the floor with the chains. Her short restraints kept her in the hands and knees position where she trembled and whimpered as her captor stood back to admire how his plan was coming along.

"I will say this of the king, he has good taste," Wrathbone grumbled out, his voice thick with lust, his huge member unsheathing and swelling as he gazed upon the naked body of his captive. "Oh yes he does," He growled once more as he slid up behind the girl, reaching out a claw as he moved to touch the soft flesh of her buttocks, his thumb and fore-claw spreading the flesh at division in the middle. With greed and lust, he looked upon the girl's sex, his member pulsing with desire. But no, he couldn't enter her just yet, he had to make her slippery first. With bated breath, he leaned forward, his tongue sliding out to meet the folds of her most secret and sensitive parts. Slowly, he slid his tongue along her slit, dipping it into her vagina when he reached it, causing her hips to buck out of his reach. With a snarl of distaste at her resistance, he grabbed her hips with both taloned hands, hooking his claws in her skin, and roughly yanked her back to his mouth.

When she was secure once more his tongue went back to work, moistening her entrance for when he would penetrate her core. Once or twice, his pink muscle would find her clit, but wouldn't linger, this wasn't meant to bring her pleasure. Finally he felt that she was ready for him. He pulled back his head and, keeping his claws hooked into her hips, he moved his body until the tip of his large penis was just parting her folds. With a sharp growl, he slammed his hips forward, forcing his huge member into her small body. This elicited a scream of pain from Emylee, which brought his twisted grin back. Roughly, he thrusted a few times, pulling back till he nearly fell from her only to pierce and fill her once more. On the the sixth thrust was when he came to his climax, burying himself deep within her core as he shot his hot seed into her depths, the base of his member swelling even more to lock them in place.

The scream that came from the girl was blood curdling as his knot stretched her even more than she thought she could stretch. A blackness soon clouded her vision as she slipped into unconsciousness from the amount of pain her body was enduring. When she came to, after hours or days, she did not know, she saw that she had been moved to a different part of the cave. Only a single chain tethered her to the cave wall, a fire was crackling not far from where she sat.

"Ow," She hissed as she tried to move, her whole body ached terribly, especially between her legs. Gently, she reached her hand down to assess the damage that had been done. She had to grit her teeth as her fingers brushed against her extremely tender folds. With a sigh of defeat, she pulls her hand back.

All was quiet in the cave, Emylee observed, Wrathbone was no where to be seen. Good, She thought to herself as she leaned against the hard rock wall of the cave. In silence, she thought of her current situation, she was just raped by a dragon, her situation was dim. A sudden, loud roar pulled her from her thoughts. Her head snapped toward the entrance of the cave, she knew that roar, and it sent relief through her sore body. "Father," She breathed out as followed by the roar were the sounds of a scuffle.

At the entrance of the cave, she saw two dragons in the midst of a deadly fight, one black and one green. Clearly, the black dragon had the upper hand and the green dragon soon fell, motionless, to the ground.

"That'll teach you to kidnap my daughter," Ronin snarled down at his fallen opponent as he passed by on his way into the cave. The clinking of the chain drew his attention to the wall where Emylee was. She had tried to stand, but her body protested, sending her falling back to the ground. Hastily, the king rushed to her aid, the naked sight of her only fueled his anger. Gently, he held his claw out to her, which she took and used to stand.

It was as she stood that she noticed a difference to her stomach, "Father..." Her voice shook as she looked down at her round abdomen, her knees shaking as she stood.

A roar of anger bellowed from Ronin after he saw her stomach, he couldn't deny that she was with egg. "That sick bastard!" He shouted out, his tail lashing against the cave walls in fury. The cave shuddered from the impact of the strong scaled tail, causing Emylee to duck away. Ronin's keen orange eyes fixated on the girl once more, his claw still supporting her up. "Let's get you out of here," He says with a sigh, lowering his head he caught the chain between his sharp, sword like teeth and bit clean through the iron. One the bond was broken, he gently lifted her up like he had done when he first took her away. He didn't place her on his back due to her very sore nethers, he merely shuffled on the three legs that didn't hold Emylee to the open air before his wings could lift them both and carry them home.

***~~~***

Days had passed since Ronin brought Emylee home, the other dragons were outraged at what had happened to the princess. Even the other naysayers were disgusted at how far Wrathbone had gone, and eventually, one by one, they also began to warm up the girl. Emylee and the egg within her had grown significantly in just the few days that passed by. Soon she was looking about seven months along if she were carrying a human child.

Much to her dismay, Ronin had told her that the eggs of this certain species of dragon developed quickly and that soon, far too soon for her taste, she would be laying the massive egg that dwelled within her body. However, she couldn't help but feel a little attachment to the child she would soon bear. She had reasoned with herself that it wasn't the child's fault that she was like this, the hatchling was as much a victim as she was, and more importantly, it was still hers. She wanted to give her child a better start than she had.

She voiced this to the king during dinner one evening not long before her estimated due, "I see," He grumbled, gnawing on a rib bone of the deer they just consumed. "This is very noble of you." He complimented her, "I raised you well." He chuckled as he looked down at her.

"Thank you," She told him in return, her hand resting on her large abdomen. A gasp escaped her as she felt the egg shift and rock under her hand, followed by a heaviness in her pelvis. A tightening in her stomach accompanied the feel of the egg settling. "Uh oh," She breathed as she curled in on herself.

"Emylee?" Ronin spat out the bone and lumbered over to her side. She latched onto the claw he extended toward her and squoze, whimpering all the way. "Breathe my dear one," He chided to her as she squoze his knuckle. "Let's get you to the nesting area." He suggested when she finally calmed down.

"Okay," She panted, straightening up. The difference in shape of her stomach showed that indeed the egg had dropped. With Ronin's help, Emylee was able to make it the space that had been set up for her to lay the egg. The midwives were already there and ushered the girl inside, instructing the king to stay outside. With a growl, he did so, he had to respect his daughter's privacy, even in a situation like this. Resigned, he moved to the far wall and settled down to wait for any news.

Inside the nesting chamber, fresh hay had been lain, covering every inch of the floor. It was soft under Emylee's feet and had a calming scent to it. In the middle of the hay, a stone like structure had been place, it looked like it would serve the purpose of a birthing stool if she chose to use it. A surging contraction around her middle pulled the girl's full attention at the task at hand, the iron band around her stomach had her doubling over and groaning.

"Easy," One of the dragon midwives, a white scaled dragoness, consoled the princess. The dragon ran a white clawed hand along the girl's back, comforting her through her touch and voice. "Not much longer, one contraction closer to the end."

The human girl huffed as the contraction subsided and straightened. She was instructed to do some walking, the white scaled dragon not far from the laboring girl in case she wanted support through the intensifying labor pains. Not much time after Emylee had entered the room and started walking, a very intense contraction had her knees buckling and her body flowing down to the soft hay floor. A scream tore from her throat as she curled in on herself, curling around her egg heavy abdomen. It was at this that both midwives rushed to her side, the other a red scaled dragon.

"No! I don't want to move!" The girl shrieked as they tried to lift her up, there was a terrible pressure deep with in her.

"She is ready," The white scaled midwife informed her partner who nodded in agreement.

"When you're ready you may push," The second midwife instructed the human girl, "And you can get into any position you feel is right."

In the respite between the crippling contractions, Emylee nodded and slowly got up on her hands and knees. She looked up and saw that the stool wasn't far away and began to crawl toward the stone. A few contractions and pauses later, she made it to her destination. She barely lifted herself up and positioned herself on the stone before another contraction came crashing over her body. "Oh god," She groaned out as the new surge had her pushing, and hard. She pushed and groaned a few times over until she felt her egg edging into her birth canal. A cry of pain escaped her as the hard shell of the egg passed through her cervix.

"Uuuuurrrrrghhhh," She grunted as she gave another push, gritting her teeth as the tip of the egg began to make her bulge.

"Good," The red dragon encouraged as she watched each push bring the egg closer to the world. A few good pushes later and something dark green began to poke its way out of Emylee's folds. As this happened, her hand shot down to feel the tip of her egg as it crowned.

"Wow," She breathed, giving another hard push. Her hand cupped her egg as it slid out even more, nearing the widest point. Absentmindedly, the girl traced her fingers along the hard shell that protruded from her body as she waited for the next contraction. When it came, she pushed and when the egg slid to its widest circumference, she let out a cry that was soon cut off as her stretched labia passed over the curve and deposited the egg into her waiting palm.

Emylee just sat there, panting for a bit, holding the egg between her legs as she tried to regain some energy. After a few minutes had passed, she lifted her green reward up into her arms. Gently, she kissed the glistening shell as she cradled the egg in her arms, the young with in shifting and tapping as if in response to its mother's affections.

Once she was cleaned up, Emylee slowly slid off the stool to rest upon the soft hay. It was then that she told the midwives to allow her father into the room.

Timidly, Ronin entered the room, treading with great care over the hay to his young one. Once at her side, he peered over her shoulder, lowering his head to look at the egg she held. A smile broke out across his face as his snout gently bumped the egg's shell. "You did well, I sense the young inside is healthy and strong and very much like her mother."

"Thank you," Emylee softly said as she moved to settle on her side, the black scaled dragon curling around her and her child. Sleepily, the girl cuddled back into the dragon's warm under belly. The warmth eased her sore muscle and lulled her into a peaceful sleep as she remained curled about the egg.

Chuckling, Ronin lowered his head to the hay and also dozed off, keeping his body around his child and grandchild to keep the safe and warm as they rested. Later there would be a celebration to do with birth of the new little one, but now there would be sleep and safety and love.