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The dragoness underneath Draykan thrashes underneath his weight. The more giant, more substantial dragon presses against her, mounting her from stomach to stomach, and slides his two cocks into her receiving holes. The two vertically stacked phalluses are used to filling up tight openings, especially after all of his victories in the Tournament of Pleasure. The amount she has to stretch to accommodate him gives him a nice and tight embrace inside the warm, draconic pussy.

She rolls her eyes back, letting out fiery groans as she lays her necks upon the rubble of the buildings. All around them, alarms blare, and people escape from the escapade of the two.

He rocks his hips, sliding his cocks in and out of her. The two rub against each other and against the walls of her sex, stimulating the two of them. At the same time, he holds her down, their chests pressed to one another.

Grunting, he stares over her, and he leans in, licking at one neck and then licking at the other, nurturing her, claiming her. "Your mine," he repeats. "Understand?"

"N... no..." she groans

"Y... yes..." she pleads.

"You're going to tell me," he snorts, "why you messed with my battle. You're going to tell me all that the Dragon Council wants with me."

"I... I don't... know..." she whines

"I can't... tell," she sighs.

He stops, then pulls back, his cocks glistening from the lubrication, their heads kissing against her lips but not entering again. "What's that you say? You're not going to tell me? Well, then maybe I just won't fuck you anymore. How about that?"

"No!" They shout together, looking to one another, bright blushes fluttering over their scales.

Draykan wraps his arm around her neck. He pulls her in close to him, pressing his snout up against her own two. He breathes hot breath upon her, fluttering his eyes. "You know, I can't stand it when someone lies to me, especially when it's someone I'm going to add to my hoard."

"Your..."

"...hoard?"

"That's right," he growls. Then he nuzzles against her, pushing his cocks ever-so-slightly inside of her, "and you can have these dicks whenever you want, and I'll protect you from the Dragon Council."

"S... so romantic"

"So pathetic..."

"Hm?" he stops, pulling back.

"W-wait!"

"You monster!"

Draykan shrugs. "I can keep this up all day, but I'd much rather be fucking you all day."

"You can't keep that up."

"Even if we wanted!"

He pushes into her, her toes spreading, her hips rising.

"We can test that, but you have to tell me."

"Alright!"

"Fine!"

"Very good..." he says, rocking slowly against her, filling her up but giving her a slow, tender loving. "Tell me everything."

"You... you were corrupted by the cult."

"The Council thought they could use you."

"They wanted you to be their champion.

"But they're desperate... afraid."

Draykan picks up the pace, pushing into her, slapping, pounding. "Afraid? Afraid of what?"

"Through their psychic communication, they find it even hard to speak. "Ah... ah... the... the demon, Zelbia-"

"Defeated," he grunts.

"The purity of draconic bloodlines!"

"I'm a dragon."

"Not one hundred percent!"

He stops, narrowing his gaze, showing off his teeth. "What are you talking about?"

Her groans reverberate throughout the streets of the city, their rocking and fucking breaking a few adjacent buildings, sending more property value down. She lazily slaps a hand behind her, crushing a few more humanoid constructions. "There's someone... in your family line... far enough back... that... that had some kind of contact with a lesser race, and they... carried their bloodline to another dragon."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

"And you don't think I'm a real dragon because of it."

"N... not just me... other members, too. There's a schism beginning, and if you are recognized by the council, t... then... tensions will rise."

Draykan huffs and puffs. He growls, biting into her neck, his thrusts becoming more and more frantic, plowing against her, pushing her against destroyed businesses, shoving her up against another wall.

Masonry falls upon their heads, coating them in a fine layer of dust, all the while, he continues to communicate in their minds.

"Is that why the cult wanted me? Some connection to my past?"

"I don't know!"

"Honest!

"We are young."

"Stupid!"

He bites at her other neck, curling his tail around her. "Older than me!"

"But not old, ah enough!"

"Still young enough to crave these dicks more than your convictions!"

"... yes"

"YES!"

She wraps her tail around him, clawing at him in helpless means as he fucks her, plowing so deep that there's no way any of his semen would escape before it finds its way deep into her. So, he slams their hips together, roaring loud enough, sending shockwaves through the city and breaking glass.

Cum shoots out of both cocks, spurting out in rapid-fire succession to fill her up and claim her entirely. Her own roars fill the sky with flame and rain it down with ash, and the two dragons have finished their contact, his claim fulfilled.

Draykan soon finds himself much smaller with his load shot, sitting upon his new concubine's more petite humanoid body. He stumbles to his feet and slaps his cheeks, taking a deep breath. "Whew... gotta do that more often! Get up. It's time to go."

"Oh, no, you don't!" shouts a bubbly but distinctly pissed-off voice.

Purity hops onto a jutting-out rock, her arms crossed over her dress. "You've really made a mess here, and you're not getting away with it that easy."

A woman in a heavy leather coat approaches from the other side, her eyes covered in a bandage carrying a mancatcher in her grasp. "By the law of Justiciar, I am placing you under arrest, dragon."

Draykan stretches his neck. "Huh... is this how you thank me for taming this dangerous dragon? Guess we can't have a civilized talk about this, can we?"