The next batch had come. It was merely a few weeks ago since you gave birth to your queen's latest batch of Fireworm hatchlings; they were all so tiny and barely bigger than your pinkie finger, and you loved them to the bottom of your heart, like a mother should.
But now that they were born, that meant it would soon be time for you to start carrying the next batch—not that you minded. Not only did it feel so good, but it was such a romantic and effective way for your and your queen to bond.
Speaking of which, the gargantuan dragon soon approached, readying herself to begin your "special time" together. You could see how the thousands of tiny eggs glowed through her underbelly; they would grow bigger once they enter a warm and moist enough environment, which is obviously your womb in this case.
You stood and waited on a slightly elevated plinth in the special chambers that you shared with the queen, which was always decorated with beautiful combs that illuminated the room with a gentle orange glow. It felt so comforting and romantic to you.
The queen cooed and coiled her golden body around you, lowering her head to lick your neck and shoulders. You took this as a demand to lower your thin robe, leaving yourself completely exposed. Her long tongue began to slither over your shoulder and between your breasts, making its way down your belly.
You gasped and leaned your head against her chin when her tongue continued to stretch until it reached your inner thighs. Subconsciously, you spread your legs to allow the queen access to your aching folds, to which she gladly took the opportunity to sooth.
She once again made sure to coat her tongue with a small dosage of her venom that works soothing wonders, and made sure to keep it that way so that it wouldn't harm you.
Her tongue began to rub feverishly against your clit, causing you to buck against her rhythm. You caressed the slimy appendage, moaning and leaning back even further.
"My Queen…I'm ready to take your eggs now," you told her breathlessly, your womanhood throbbing at the thought of being filled with the queen's eggs.
And the queen seemed to be impatient to continue as well, as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and grabbed you with her front-most legs. She then stood on her hind legs, as she lowered you down to her lower regions with her multiple pairs of arms. Once you were down far enough, she spread your legs and angled your crotch upwards to rub against her vagina.
Her slit was beautiful to you; everything about her was beautiful to you. Her vagina always glowed bright yellow like the rest of her body, and it was so warm and slick when she was aroused. But the queen needed you to be even wetter, so that her eggs would travel to your womb with as much ease as possible.
So, the queen always brought you to climax before delivering her eggs, and she did that by rubbing your slit against hers. And oh, did it feel wonderful. She pulled your womanhood flat against hers, and made sure her clitoris was placed perfectly against yours. Given her huge size, her clit nearly took up the size of your vagina; it was so smooth and felt like the tip of a penis, and she knew it would feel good when she rubbed it ever so gently against you.
The queen's plan always worked, as you writhed in pleasure within her grasp, arching your back and moaning as she rubbed your heated slit against hers in an up and down motion. Eventually, you felt something grow and push itself into your vagina, and you new exactly what it was. It wasn't her clitoris or her tongue, it was something much better.
It was her ovipositor.
She was the queen of an insect-like colony, after all, so her methods of laying eggs were similar to that of insects as well. And as your climax drew closer and closer, her thick and transparent ovipositor sank itself deep into until the tip pressed against your cervix. She started thrusting her hips, her scales slapping against your smaller hips, knowing that the penis-like feeling of her ovipositor would bring you to an orgasm even faster.
And it did. The queen held you close against her belly, as your climax hit and your clenching walls stimulated her ovipositor to start depositing her eggs. You felt them all, every single little egg that passed through her and into you, and you looked down to see the glow of the tiny orbs through your flesh.
It wasn't long before your womb started to stretch out from the eggs filling you up, but the slowness and tenderness of them entering you felt too good for you to care. You hugged your beloved queen's warm and comforting belly tighter, as you closed your eyes and focused solely on the hundreds of tiny eggs entering you.
Just to make sure not a single egg would fall out, the queen laid you down on your back while she continued to hold your lower half firm against her ovipositor. It always took a while for her to deposit all of her eggs, so you got comfortable to try and fall asleep. But before you drifted off, your queen gave you a loving lick across your chest and up to your face, which was her way of saying she loves you and that you did a good job.