Then she pulled out, leaving the foreman a drooling husk.
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’s mother’s voice whispered from it: Daughter. You came. Then she pulled out, leaving the foreman a drooling husk
She slid into the vent.
“I always come,” Kyri said.
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. Ridges of soft iron pressed against her scales,