But as she reached for the cage, the factory spoke through a thousand throats.
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. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl
The Alons Factory was not built. It had grown. A century ago, the alchemist-warlord Alon Vert had fused his own nervous system to a living engine, transforming his body into a factory that consumed villages and birthed automaton soldiers from iron wombs. The factory felt . Its corridors pulsed with peristaltic rhythms. Its forges moaned like laboring mothers. But as she reached for the cage, the
She did the one thing Alon Vert never expected: she gave in . Below, she possessed both a dragon’s tapered slit
Tentacles of braided steel and flesh erupted from the walls. They did not strike to kill. They struck to penetrate —seeking every orifice, every scale-gap. Kyri roared and shifted full dragon, filling the chamber with jagged wings and a maw of star-fire. She bit through three tentacles, then four. But the factory adapted, wrapping her hind legs, forcing her down.
For three heartbeats, Kyri let the factory claim her. Let the tentacles thrust, let the oil flood her, let her own shaft harden to full, aching length. She moaned—loud, real, shattering. And in that moment of orgasmic surrender, she shifted again.
Good , she thought. Let it think I’m a broken tool returning to the womb.