Her pleasure came with his climax, as if on command, and as the eggs developed in her, it did not stop. Infused by their highly magical origin, the eggs came out of her in a steady stream, each one etched with blasphemous green glyphs on the shining brass. A few of the eggs, bizarrely, came out in shining gold, their glyphs a brilliant crimson. The servants set these aside from the others, and placed them under lock and key lest the solar essence streaming from the taint the malfean eggs.<br/><br/>Dancer, meanwhile, had to be tied down to his bed and a bit forced between her teeth, she was so delirious with ecstasy. She tore through the initial cables of steel, but soon stronger ones of malfean brass were set in place. Though the palace shuddered and the room's walls cracked when she made her contractions, they held. A day and a night passed thus, with more and more servants being deputed to carry the growing clutch away. They grew quickly after being released, till they were large enough to hold a large human infant. When the last egg had finally come out, Dancer was long since unconscious, her body pushed beyond its limits and her soul stretched and broken. Almost 15 thousand eggs had come out in that time.<br/><br/>After two days of restful sleep, where her physicians fretted that she might never wake again, she finally sat up in her bed and looked around, dazed and unable to remember much of what had happened.<br/><br/><strong>"Where is my king?"</strong>She said blearily. She whipped off the covers and tried to stand...only to find her legs folded beneath her like a newborn calf's.