[michime]

"Humans know nothing of true magic.  The slight of hand, parlor tricks your entertainers used are nothing."  He pressed his now human hands into Tobias swollen belly.  "The ancient magic I rule, it creates life in you.  You will be the mother of dragons, Tobias.  You will birth more than just this litter."  

His hands moved up and tugged on the clamps still on Tobias' nipples.  "The warriors will feed from your breasts.  Don't worry those will grow in time.  If you belly is any sign of what is to come, your breasts will be bigger than a human woman's."  He rubbed his thumb over the flesh and smiled.  This man would be his brood mare.  "Dragon warriors are born life.  They will kick and squirm trying to feel you."  

He paused for a moment.  "The mage class, they are born in eggs.  They need the warmth of a body until they are ready to birth."  

He looked Tobias in the eyes.  "Marcus," he offered the name with ease.  "I'm glad I took you and made you mine.  We will make a new generation."