Re: Azhaline (Smokefish)
Azhaline smirked slightly at the rapt confirmation she recieved from the dragoness, and the meek and defeated look on her bitch-mother expressed a little later made the hermaphrodite feel all warm and tingly in her fiery, corrupted, heart. She would listen patiently to what had once been the large serpents plan, now her potentially her own, and it certainly enticed her... Riches, minions, power... Oh yes, it was like music to her ears, if a little fuzzy and vague as far as execution was concerned. As her bitch-mother cried out the reason why everything had gone wrong for her, and began to tear up once realizing her new lot in life... Oh it was bittersweet for the Brood Queen, such wonderfully crushing despair... And yet, in whatever small measure, it was her mother crying her eyes out. The fiery dragonbreed might not accept anything short of absolute loyalty of the dragoness, but that did not mean she was completely uncaring in regards to her mother's happiness.
Azhaline would be quiet for a little while, but would let no more than a minute pass after her bitch-mother had fallen back to bawl her eyes out, before beginning to once more circle the large and belly-swollen female... Gently dragging a hand over the dragoness' belly, to tenderly caress one of the serpents large breasts that would one day come to nurture Azhaline's brood, and as she closed to her mother's head she would tenderly rub her hand up the crying female's throat and cheek opposite of the side the Brood Queen came to crouch down on. Without saying a word Azhaline would lean in her head, her hand tenderly stroking her mother's cheek while her other arm gently reached around the dragoness' head to embrace her, as the hermaphrodite affectionately rubbed her head against her mothers other cheek. Should the draconic female try and speak Azhaline would cut her off with an assertive, but gentle, 'shh'. The Brood Queen would let several minutes pass like that before finally speaking. "You may be a broodlayer, mother dearest... But you are my broodlayer, never forget that... As you would have had me by your side, I will have you by mine, as I plunder and conquer to my wicked heart's content... I told you before; I will never let you go cold or lonely... I will not allow it, as you are my forever dutiful bitch-mother." Azhaline had used the term 'bitch-mother' in a degrading way up until this point, but now she spoke it with endearment and even praise. The dragoness would always be her favorite, dearest, lover and servant no matter how much her reign and harem might come to grow.
Azhaline was a harsh mistress, but she needed to ensure the dutiful and complete loyalty of her dragon-mother, or how else would she be able to keep her around, to care for her lovingly, if there was even a chance of her mother trying to rise up against her? The Brood Queen would let her words sink in, to fall quiet for a few more minutes, and again would 'shh' her mother if the dragoness tried to speak. The next time the hermaphrodite spoke it would be with a happier, even a little giddy, tone to her voice. "See in my mind, mother, if you are still able to; and find comfort in my words being true... That I am not only your Brood Queen, but also your daughter, Azhaline... And that I want to know my bitch-mother's name, even if I may rarely come to call her by it."