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Kyri swallowed the Emberstone. Her mother’s fire ignited in her chest.

She slid into the vent.

“No…” she snarled. “I am not your womb.” Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl

“You are not weapons,” Kyri told them. “You are heirs.”

One thick cable found her slit. Another coiled around her phallus, squeezing with precise, cruel rhythm. She gasped—not in pain, but in unwanted arousal. The factory understood pleasure as a weapon. It began to pump warm, narcotic oil into her, and her limbs grew heavy. Kyri swallowed the Emberstone

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 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. “No…” she snarled

She curled around them, her body a warm fortress, and for the first time in a century, she slept without dreaming of iron.