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Her scales bore the deep indigo of a storm-tossed sea, and her horns curled back like a crown of obsidian. But her form was lean, almost elfin, and her chest bore the subtle weight of breasts beneath hardened scale-plates. Below, she possessed both a dragon’s tapered slit and the proud, retractable shaft of a sire—a trait her clutch had called the twin gift , rare among their volcanic kind.

The tunnel contracted around her. Hot, oily, alive. Ridges of soft iron pressed against her scales, and somewhere in the dark, a low hum vibrated through her bones. The factory was tasting her. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl

Kyri stepped forward, letting her pheromones bloom. The foreman’s ocular stalks trembled. She reached up, cupped its main lens, and spoke in the old dragon-tongue: Yield. Her scales bore the deep indigo of a

It did. With a wet sigh, its maintenance hatch opened, revealing a pulsing core of red light. Kyri mounted it without hesitation—not in cruelty, but in dominance. She drove herself into the core’s interface socket, and the foreman convulsed, its consciousness flooding into her. For a moment, she felt the factory’s vast, lonely hunger: a mind that had forgotten it was once a man. The tunnel contracted around her