Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 122: The Dragonrite: Drakovitch’s Brutal Method of Creating Children — Part 2.

"MOVE!"

"THE BLOOD—!"

"IT’S MINE!"

The summit turned into a slaughterhouse of the soul. As soon as Drakovitch gave the command, the thin mask of their "White-Scum" nobility shattered. One hundred and forty three teenagers, once poised and refined, devolved into a pack of starving ghouls.

They no longer sounded human. The air filled with a cacophony of wet slaps, frantic scratching, and guttural snarls as they clawed over one another, desperate to reach the waterfall of glowing, draconic ichor.

Big Arms reached the torrent first. When a boy tried to shove past her, she didn’t even look at him. Fueled by adrenaline and greed, she swung a heavy fist that shattered his jaw and sent him spiraling into the fog. She didn’t care; she didn’t even notice. She threw herself into the center of the crimson waterfall, the glowing heat of the blood searing her skin.

"YES! MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"

She screamed. Her voice cracked as the boiling liquid filled her eyes and ears. She didn’t just drink the blood; she bathed in it. Cupping her massive hands, she caught the sludge and poured it over her head. Her ceremonial silks melted away as the acidic power of the Primordial began to rework her muscles in real-time. Drowning in the gore with her mouth open to the sky.

Behind her, the White-Blooded offspring were stampeding over each other—no one willing to give way. Some pulled at others’ legs, others bit their way through. The reckless duo turned the chaos to their advantage.

Raspy leapt from person to person, using shoulders and heads as launchpads, hurling himself upward toward the source of the blood—the wound Drakovitch had opened. There, he clung to Tiamat’s scales, staring at the gushing crimson torrent.

"W-what a beautiful sight..."

He hung there, gripping the dragon’s scales, and began sucking the boiling ichor directly from the wound. His throat convulsed rhythmically, the glowing red liquid visible beneath the skin as he swallowed.

"SLURP... GULP... NNGH!"

Blood sprayed from the corners of his mouth, soaking his hair and blinding him but he would not let go. He was a tick gorging on a god.

Below him, Sloppy crouched on his hands and knees, buried under a pile of three other siblings. He crawled beneath their legs, his tongue darting out like a snake, desperate to taste the steaming blood pooling on the ground. But that was not enough—he hungered to taste the body of Tiamat themself.

He slammed his face against the dripping blood from her scales. From below, he pressed his tongue against Tiamat’s chest and began sliding his face upward, swallowing greedily until he nearly choked on the sheer fullness of the crimson ichor in his throat.

"It’s burning! It’s burning... IT IS SO GOOD!"

And then there was Knots.

He had earned that nickname because of how perfectly clean and untangled his braids always were... but now, that Knots was gone. One boy yanked at his long braided hair, snapping his head backward and tangling the once-perfect strands. Anger flared; Knots caught the boy’s arm and twisted it, freeing his hair.

His long, flowing white hair was streaked with dark red, not from Tiamat’s blood, but from his siblings. He stepped over the backs of the fallen, using their bodies as a bridge to push forward.

He reached the edge of the waterfall and didn’t scream. He didn’t cheer. He simply plunged his hands into the flow and drank with a terrifying, silent desperation. Each swallow was a war. He could feel his human heart failing, his veins blackening and bulging beneath his skin like ink filled worms.

"I will... not... get... burned."

Knots gasped, his voice a guttural rasp. He shoved his hands deeper into the wound, his skin peeling away to reveal white, draconic bone.

"I am the one... I am the worthy... I AM THE DRAGONBORN! I WILL ASCEND!"

As Knots became the last to drink the blood of Tiamat, the summit ceased to be a place for mere humans. It became a furnace of White Blooded offspring... the very air itself thickened and grew hot as his siblings began to consumed by the overwhelming power surging through them.

The first scream didn’t sound like a victory... It sounded like a soul being ripped apart. A young girl, who had just gulped down a handful of the ichor, suddenly froze. Her skin turning red as it began to smoke.

"AAAH—! Somebody! It’s... it’s hot... father... help...me..."

Then, her skin peeled away like burnt paper, revealing glowing orange meat underneath. In a second, her entire body turned into a pillar of white flame. She didn’t even have time to fall before she crumbled into a pile of grey ash.

Then came the chain reaction.

Some tried to vomit the blood back out. Others clawed at their own throats. But the fire was already inside them. It spread through veins. Through bone. Through marrow. Burning from the inside out.

Bodies collapsed into piles of glowing ash. Ceremonial robes turned to smoke. The mountain reeked of charred flesh and dragon blood.

Knots watched from the center of the carnage. He was shocked, unable to find words to describe what he felt... the burning, the scent of his siblings’ incinerated flesh, the suffocating heat. And yet he did not burn. A dark power held him together, a pulse deep inside him that refused to break.

That feeling made him laugh—a wild, broken sound.

"I can feel it! I AM THE ONE!"

Knots screamed, his voice rising over the cries of the dying. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"I don’t burn! I am the true son of the King!"

He searched for his closest siblings, ready to celebrate with them. Then he turned toward the massive, wounded chest of Tiamat. Big Arms was still standing, drenched in the Primordial’s blood, her wide eyes fixed on Knots with a mixture of awe and terror.

"K-Knots... y-you... ma-made it... I-I always knew... you... were... becoming... a Dragonborn... Pl-please tell Spike that big sis loves him so much—"

Her voice faltered, strained under the immense pressure coursing through her body. Her massive frame shook violently, and then she froze.