Once inside the dungeon, Alarya was eager to be enslaved. Even with her newfound power, she was more than willing to be a pawn of this dragon.
She moaned as his cock stirred inside her. Slowly, torturously slowly, he attached the wall shackles to her wrists and ankles, binding her to the wall.
Her luminous golden eyes bored straight into the dragon's own golden, slitted orbs. "Fill me with your seed, dragon. I am your vessel."
He responded with a sudden thrust, followed by more and still more. The sorceress quivered in fiery rapture, as her clit throbbed and her tits ached. The forked tongue of the dragon played every so often across her stiff nipples, intensifying her lust. She strained to absorb the power of the dragonling every time he came within her. Eventually, it seeped into her of its own accord.
They had been fucking for two straight days. Alarya's body had somehow adapted itself to survive on the dragonling's cum. With every climax, she felt her magic strengthening, felt it in her flesh. Eventually, she closed her eyes to revel in the power.
"You are coming along nicely, mistress," the dragon boasted. "You will bear many young for us soon."
Alarya seemed surprised. "Coming along? I don't undersssstand." Her golden eyes opened wide in shock. "What'ssss wrong with my voicccce?"
"You're not yet used to your new tongue, my lady."
Experimentally, she rolled her tongue from her mouth. Flicked would be a better word, since it was now long, thin, and forked, like the dragonling's tongue. She inspected her hands and feet, seeing talons and webbing. The sorceress inspected her body, still impaled on the dragonling's cock. Now, it was difficult to tell where the red dragonling's scales ended, and where hers began.
"I'm sorry for the deception, but that's where the legends of gaining power from my semen come from. A human could not possibly bear such power, nor are they equipped to carry eggs. Therefore, the only recourse for a human who desires our power is to transform them into a dragoness..."
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