Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl (2027)

Her body became a mouth. A consuming void. The tentacles that penetrated her were devoured from the inside out. The oil turned to ash in her veins. The factory screamed as Kyri absorbed its metal-flesh, its nerve-coils, its stolen souls. She grew larger, darker, her phallus now a serpent of obsidian that pierced the Chamber’s ceiling and drank the factory’s core-drain directly.

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

At the vent’s end, she dropped into a sorting chamber. Bodies—human, elven, dwarf—hung from chains, their mouths stitched open, breath still moving in their lungs. They were not dead. They were stock . The factory’s foreman, a bloated thing of brass and veined flesh, turned its many eyes toward her. Her body became a mouth

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 oil turned to ash in her veins