A cry of alarm echoes through a dark cave as an unfortunate soul breaks through the light foliage obscuring the hole. The victim of the unintended trap yells as she falls, flailing her arms in an attempt to try and grab anything to save herself. Her arms ended up tangled with some spiked vines, cutting through her leather cuirass and into her arm as it pulled it out of its socket. Her body was flung to the side by momentum, and she splashes down into a strange milky white pool that breaks her fall. Gasping for breath, the tabby cat girl, her orange striped fur now soaked through with the goopy and musky smelling liquid, manages to surface and swim to the edge of the pool, crying out in pain as she sets her shoulder back in place once she reaches solid ground. When the excitement of nearly falling to her death wore off, the adventurer started laughing, the glint of adventure in her eyes.
 
 
After her laughing fit, she mentally activates a command, a transparent screen appearing before the goo-covered adventurer's eyes. The screen displayed her name and level, Sandra Arburn lv 15, as well as the reason she opened her status , her critically low hit points. As expected, she was healing thanks to the first aid skill she used, which automated her body to reset her shoulder. It was, however , going up faster than expected, and in the few moments she was looking at her screen, her health had almost healed up to full. With little else around her, her suspicion immediately goes towards the fluid around her. Greed fills her mind the moment she tries to use her identify spell on it and gets back a “undocumented fluid, healing lv15” from her spell. People who discover new items in this world would be globally regarded, and the once in a lifetime chance for her name to be recognised couldn't be passed up.
 
 
The musky scent of the fluid started to mellow out as her senses got used to the smell, and it made her less hesitant to examine the fluid further. Wanting to know more about the fluid, she did the only thing she knew how, and tentatively licked her finger clean of the fluid, humming at the rich and delicious meaty taste as a “satiation lv10” appeared in the window she kept at the side of her vision. Her eagerness to drink only increased as she saw a status she had never seen before, “empowering lv15” appeared in the window. Curious about its effects , she examined the status, bringing up its description.
 
 
[A status passed from the strong to the weak. Grants exp per use based on the power difference between the two parties till equalized. Doesn’t negatively affect the one granting the power.]
 
Reading it, Sandra quickly checked the rest of her status, her eyes widening as she notices her level now at 15+2, having gone up twice while she was enjoying the gloopy drink.
 
 
Her mind began to spin at the possibilities, leveling up just by drinking this mysterious liquid. The call to greatness was too strong for her to resist, but before she could dive into the pool to gorge herself on the powerful meal, a sudden rumble reminds her that she is trapped in an unexplored cave, filled with danger. Over confident after her latest discovery, Sandra brandishes her goop covered blades, and sneaks onwards towards the sound.
 
 
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On the other end of the short but massively tall hall, the cave opens up into a wide and open area, lush with big and strong vegetation but still clearly walled off. Sandra’s eyes widened the towering spire of a massive tree easily hundreds of feet tall, its fruits all looking plump with juice and deliciously ripe, if the happy hums of the one consuming the fruits is anything to go by. Such a beast should not be anywhere near where she fell, their kind living in the deep snowy mountains far to the north. Happily sitting on their back in the shade of the massive tree is a powerful dragon, its green scales glistening in the sunlight from the fruit juice spilled on its scales thanks to its bountiful feast, looking more like a living mountain than a creature. Meanwhile, happily worshiping their master’s heavy belly is a number of kobolds, with their simple village visible in the distance. The difference between the servants and master evident as a single scale is bigger than the kobolds who normally come up to a human’s chest. The dragon was a hefty specimen, plump and brimming with power, with its rear sporting two moist slits along with obvious anus and two obvious bulges pressing against the lower slit. Sandra freezes as the lazing dragon opens her eyes and seems to look in her general direction, pausing for a moment before returning to her feast. With the opening, Sandra casts her identify spell on the dragon, and almost craps herself at the revelation.
 
 
[Great Elder Dragon of the Everlasting Harvest , Mellain Lv 975 ]
 
 
There was no way she could fight such a creature, and despite the lush vegetation the massive open air chamber is much too big to properly sneak past all the eyes that are around. Judging by the slight glisten in the walls, the cave is likely warded as well, and she would need to break the anchors to even have a chance of getting out, a task that would definitely draw the dragon’s and her servants' attention. Curiously, the room she was in previously wasn’t warded, which was how she fell into this predicament in the first place. With little else she can do, Sandra sighs as she sneaks back to the cave she was in, deciding to investigate the fluid more as she had little else she can do. The adventurer slunk back into the cave she first fell into, hoping to find another way out, praying that the kobolds don’t find her first.
 
 
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So, Sandra returns to the cave she fell in, thinking about the general area. The Basin forest was a relatively low level area, the forest surrounding a massive cloud filled basin that gave the area its name. Folks had tried to investigate the basin to no avail, the more foolish who tried to leap to the bottom noted their fall being interrupted by a thick canopy that caught them before reaching the bottom, far enough to be fatal to even the strongest of players. Sandra figured the tree she saw must be what the canopy belonged to, but with how tall it is, there was no hope to get to the bottom from there. But then that begged the question how she got here, with the fall she took much shorter. In search of a reason, did the only other option she has here.
 
 
With that, she examines the area in greater detail. Other than the main feature being the pool of mysterious liquid, there is a thick column up to the side that is close to the wall, likely too narrow for the massive dragon to fit between. Growing from the pool is a series of thick vines that grows up into the skylight she fell from. Sharp spines on the vines that dig even into the gloves she had prevented her from climbing into freedom, and were likely the same vines that flung her into the pool earlier. Trying to cut the vines down to make some rope only lead to her trusty daggers being dulled without nary a scratch on it, the vines likely mutated into a stronger form by the liquid. With little else in the area, Sandra then checked on her equipment, realizing that she was wearing her pack all the while even as she fell into the pool.
 
 
Realizing her error, she quickly undid her pack and checked her belongings. As expected, it was completely soaked through with the strange liquid, that is even starting to dry and harden. If she was being honest, she was starting to enjoy the strange smell the liquid had, and so the fact all her items were soaked really didn’t bother her at all. Still, sleeping on a moist bed roll will be a pain, so she decided to at least air it out on a rock out of sight behind the column, before dumping out the liquid collected in her pack so it can dry off at the same place. Finally, she investigated the walls of the cave, trying to find any possible hand holds in the smooth rock she could use to climb out. Unfortunately for her, the walls have a uniform smoothness, hinting that the cave was dug out instead of naturally formed. There are also thin groves all over the walls, impossible to notice from a distance, filled with wire thin mind metal to create a massive runic formation that envelops the whole cave, creating the perfect echo chamber for mind based magics. Sandra wondered if the kobolds helped the dragon create the chamber or was it all on her own, but regardless the dragonstone that made the walls is too hard to pick her way through with the handpick she has, cutting off that line of exploration.
 
 
With little else to do, she stripped out of her light leather armor before deciding to take a dive into the pool, wondering if it led anywhere. The murky depths seemed to call to her as she stepped into it, the unknown pull wiping away any trepidations she had. With a deep breath, she leaped into the pool, and dove deep into the creamy fluid, diving deep to the bottom in search for any other exit. With how much the creamy liquid around her blocked out the light, however, she soon found herself unable to see and turned around, unable to tell up from down. Her breath soon began to run out as panic started to set in and reflex forced her to try and breathe. Her lungs start to burn, then cool, then burn again as drowning starts to set in, the healing from the fluid off setting any damage she takes, keeping her in a constant state of suffering as she flails about, trying to surface. Minutes seem to stretch on for hours before she finally sees light, and breaks the surface, coughing thick globs of the fluid from her lungs as she catches her breath. However, even as she recovered and caught her breath, her mouth greedily gulped at the fluid around her, the underlying addictive properties of the fluid that went unnoticed in her examinations took control of her form as her mind resetted from the trauma she experienced.
 
 
By the time Sandra returned to herself, her stomach was bloated full of the still unknown fluid, filling her with a strange sense of contentment and warmth, as if she could live a blissful life just drinking the fluid forevermore. She then shook the thought out of her head, realizing that the hold on her was much stronger than she thought, and decided to call it a night. She went to her still damp and crusty bed roll and set it up laying down and checking her status one last time, noticing that her level now would jump up by a whopping 20 points, easily weeks of work done in however long she was in the pool for. With a sigh and rubbing her bloated belly, she mentally changed screens, selecting the option to log out, getting a familiar notification to confirm her choice
[Warning! You are logging out outside of a safe area. Your body will remain at the location, but are vulnerable to predators and other ills, risking the loss of possessions, life or even being kidnapped and brought to another area. Please confirm if you understand the risks involved.]
 
 
Sandra grumbled as she saw that, remarking about how she can’t even escape from this dungeon, if it even was one. It was like she stumbled upon a world boss without any backup or buildup. With a sigh, she pressed confirm, and felt her mind leave her body. Her physical body in this world went into a hibernating state when her mind left it and unknown to her began rubbing the bulging belly with a happy smile on its face.
 
 
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In a well furnished, modern room, the massive super king bed sized pod opened up, revealing a tanned skin woman, dressed only in her underwear and her short blonde hair matted with sweat. The various cables and the visor attached to her head begins to pull away as her connection to the game is cut. A robotic voice rings out as her butler comes to help her out of the pod, the drone in question floating over and helping her up with thin but strong arms. “Good evening, Lady Andromeda. You have been playing Epic of Ravenfall Online for 3 hours 13 minutes of your allotted 5 hours. Is something the matter?”
 
 
Epic of Ravenfall Online is the biggest news in the entertainment and gaming sphere since the last 20 years. The biggest fully immersive VR MMO RPG the world had ever seen. Folks are reported to be able to do whatever their heart desires, from grand adventures, and feats of heroism, to depraved acts like sex, orgy cults and other darker deeds. The world itself reacts to their actions, and reacts accordingly, giving players fame or notoriety based on their actions. The NPCs themselves are almost lifelike, derived from state of the art AI, so that even simple encounters would feel completely life-like, like defeated bandits begging for life, fleeing or even fighting to the very end based on what occurs. The game itself had only entered the alpha testing phrase a month ago, and Andromeda had pulled some strings to ensure she was picked.
 
 
“I-it’s fine, Reginald.” Andromeda replied, before shivering from a sudden cold gust. “Why is it so cold?”
“My lady, the room is set to a comfortable 25° Celsius. It should be perfect for you.” Her butler replies.
Something felt off for Andromeda however, as she wanted it warmer for now. “Ok, just turn it up a bit, I want it warmer.” She orders, hearing the butler let out a beep as the thermostat is adjusted. She then gets off the pod as she requests the water heater be turned on, feeling like taking a warm bath to wash off and relax.
 
 
It only took a few more minutes for the steamy bath to be prepared, and Andromeda sighed contently as she slid into the water. Much to her displeasure however, the water seems to have cooled down exceptionally fast, and with a lazy poke with her toe, she turned the heat of the tub up, more and more, till she felt it was just right, the bubbles gently massaging her back as she laid relaxed. Just as she did, however, her butler bursts into the bathroom in alarm. “MADAM! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?”
“Huh? Ya, I'm good, the water was too cold. There isn't anything wrong with turning up the heat a bit, right?” Andromeda asks, a bit annoyed but understands that her butler wouldn't do such a thing without reason.
“Are you sure you are all right, madam? The water is all boiling.” Reginald replies, causing Andromeda to properly examine the bath, only then recalling that there isn't any jacuzzi setting on her tub.
 
 
Sure enough, the entire bathtub was bubbling with still boiling water, yet it feels perfect for her at the moment. She weighed the possible course of actions for a moment, but really wanted to relax after what happened to her in the game, the memory of drowning still fresh in her mind. “Reginald, I think I’m fine like this. Please don’t interrupt my bath any more. You may go.”
“I understand, my lady. I’ll see myself out, enjoy your bath.” The drone bows before floating out.
With her butler leaving, Andromeda relaxes in her still boiling bath once more, her mind wondering what the hell is going on, but unable to make heads or tails of all of this. What is wrong with her body that she is bathing in boiling water without any issue, and did it have relations to her suddenly finding her room being too cold for her. Her mind continues to swim with worry, and even after she comes out of the bath, she carefully examines her body to see if there are any visible differences. Only after she did a full look over did she calm herself down enough to head to bed, returning to her VR pod that doubles as her bed, her mouth watering as she recalled the delicious taste of the mysterious fluid back in game, wishing she could gulp barrels of it in real life.
 
 
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In the massive land of Ravenfall, a massive dragon relaxed as she examined her power. There had been quite an uproar a few months ago, with the arrival of the outworlders. Mellian wanted nothing to do with those beings, and just wanted to tend to her garden and her flock, enjoying the peace. It all came to an end when that outworlder dropped into her private chamber unlike the many others who for some reason was casting themself into the basin in the nude and splattering on the ground. Thankfully the living outworlder seemed intimidated by the power difference and retreated but that didn’t stop that outworlder from plundering and consuming part of her stockpile of her precious fertilizer for her beloved tree. It was only a small drop in the bucket, but theft is still theft. It all began with her wanting to enhance her crops with her own power, slowly learning through experimentation that her seed was the most optimal and pleasurable way to extract her own power. She never expected some small creature would fall into her lair and decide to consume her seed.
 
 
She could feel a line of her power going far away, which made her even more curious about this outworlder. The outworlder’s body is still slumbering happily in her private chamber with a silly happy smile on her fuzzy face. Using a simple polymorph spell, the dragon shrank down to a more humanoid form, her glorious horns still adorning her head as she stretched her amazonian body, ripped with strong muscle and capped with a pair of heavy breasts. Her lower body is still adorned with bright green scales, her thick tail sprouting from her rear. Between her legs lay a throbbing draconic cock, twitching eagerly from the force of being pushed out of the sheath by the polymorph spell. The curiosity of the outworlder made her want to keep this one as a test subject. Her cock throbs as she looks at the sleeping cat, wanting to give her a big dose of her special fertilizer to her one way or another, curious to see what would happen once the outworlder’s soul returns to the body.
 
 
If she was being honest, the catgirl looked quite adorable sleeping like this, and reached down to feel her soft, but crusty orange fur, still matted with her special fertilizer. She begins groping the hand filling breasts, then feels the belly and feeling the fertilizer sloshing inside the catgirl’s stomach, feeling her power within being absorbed into the slumbering puppet body. She continued enjoying the catgirl’s body for a while, and despite the mews of pleasure the catgirl didn't wake, as the soul controlling it was not around.
 
 
Eventually, Mellian got to the climax of the fun, and rubbed her throbbing cock against the catgirl’s face, gasping in surprise as the puppet opened its mouth, tongue rolling as if in search of her dick. Millian holds still, searching with her arcane sight to check if the soul of the outworlder returned, but sees only faint traces of it within the puppet. As she was distracted, the puppet’s arms wrapped around her rear, pulling the body towards her and letting the warm embrace of the catgirl’s mouth envelop the throbbing member. Mellian cries out in pleasure as the puppet seems to be expertly milking her cock, greedy for her seed, and after recovering from the shock, takes back her lead. She thrusts hard into the eager throat, as she casts healing spells to make sure the body before doesn’t break from the rough handling.
 
 
Roars of pleasure echo in the cave as Mellian thrusts hard into the catgirl's eager maw, hilting herself and making a thick bulge appear in the catgirl's throat. Even without a boon, the catgirl is easily doing what a kobold with multiple spells of stretchiness could barely perform, and how good of a fuck toy she discovered only made her want to keep her even more. With all the pleasure , it isn't long before Mellian cums, shooting her thick, concentrated load deep into the catgirl's stomach, bloating her like a balloon. Her orgasm lasts a good few minutes, all the while feeling the catgirl gulp on her cock, as if wanting to milk every last drop from her.
 
 
Finally, Mellian calms down, but the catgirl is still eagerly sucking away, causing the dragoness to chuckle at the adorable sight. “I wonder if you are like that too when your soul returns, outworlder.” She muses, as she draws on the magic within her cum, etching a mark on the catgirl with it. “I hope this is a good enough gift for parley, and I hope you talk to me about it when you wake~.” Millian then coos, pulling her cock from the catgirl's mouth before leaning down to kiss her forehead. With the investigation done, the dragoness leaves her private Chambers, deciding to sleep in the warm sun for a while, to wait for her new pet to wake up.
 
 
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Andromeda woke with a stretch and growly yawn, feeling energized but also lazy to start the day. The lure of delicious bacon and eggs however soon made her move from her pod, greeting Reginald lazily as she quickly devoured the meal, before asking for another and another serving. After eating enough bacon and eggs to feed a small family, the woman went to shower and get dressed for the day. It was all going well till she looked into her own eyes as she brushed her teeth. Instead of the sky blue she was used to, what looked back at her was a brilliant gold. She gasped at the sudden change, almost choking on her toothbrush as she did, before examining her eyes even closer. They indeed were her own eyes, but the gold was as evident as ever.
 
 
An idea flashed into her mind to contact a professional, but hesitated as thoughts of possible capture and enslavement came to her mind. Her track record with the authorities is already pretty long with the multiple disproven allegations of her participating in a number of virtual heists, and such an inquiry about her sudden change could see herself being experimented on. With little else she could do though, she got dressed and went about her day, checking in on her office job and making sure all her files are in order before browsing the dark Web for any information on her own situation. When the search proved fruitless, she then changed into something more fitting before hitting the gym, making sure her body is in tip top shape before ending her time with a long jog around the city. After returning, Andromeda went to get washed up once more to clean herself from her sweat, before going back to the pod and booting up the game she was so eager to return to.
 
 
The moment she logged in, she saw a familiar window informing her of anything that occurred while she was away. What she saw made her widen her eyes and her heart sink in surprise though.
 
 
[Welcome back to Epic of Ravenfall Online. While you were away, you took 53, 354 damage, but was healed 64,593 health, saving you from death
You had gained 150 units of “Concentrated white liquid” and received 1,500,000 exp, increasing your level by an additional 119 levels.
You have been given the “Subordinate Mark of Bountiful Draconic Harvest”. You can reject the gift if you wish. Note rejecting such a gift would cause unfavorable relationships with the one who offered.]
 
 
[Subordinate Mark of Bountiful Draconic Harvest, lv 975 Soulbound blessing.
Mark given by the Great Elder Dragon, Mellian, to the trespasser in her lair. In exchange for servitude, the marked will receive great boons
Grants the marked permission to use Mellian’s lair as a home base.
Grants the marked Language “Draconic” & “ Kobold”
Grants the marked “ Partal Draconic infusion” perk
Grants the marked resistance and maximum addiction limit to “Mysterious white liquid.”
Grants the marked “Retinue Telepathy” Skill
Marked is considered an ally to all under Mellian’s banner.]
 
 
[Draconic, ancient language
The words of a dragon, commanding and absolute. Simple phrases spoken in such a text bends the world to their will.
Allows one to speak Draconic, words of power that could be used in many different ways.]
 
 
[Draconic Infusion, Soul Strengthening perk
Being exposed to concentrated dragon essence, your body begins changing, drawing in the power to boost your own. Beware you do not lose yourself to your new draconic instincts. Full version grants a full dragon form upon completion.
You are slowly turning into a dragon, based upon the amount of essence absorbed. Progress capped at 50%
Current progress 5%]
 
 
[Retinue Telepathy, Mental Service skill
At times one’s master is too occupied to instruct. With this, issues that would arise are diminished.
Creates a telepathic link between the user and their master. The link can be broken by spells that obstruct or counter mental spells. Maximum distance of 100m.]
 
 
Her mouth drooled at the mark, though a part of her disliked the idea of having someone above her in terms of hierarchy. She soon realized that it is caused by the strange draconic essence infusion, and everything suddenly clicked in her mind. Was the strange stuff happening out of the game caused by this too, was she becoming a dragon in real life? The only way she can get answers is to confront the one that gave it to her. And so with a nervous gulp, she pulled herself from the crusty bed roll and moved to the main chamber to confront the dragon, putting accepting the mark till after their talk
 
 
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Millian yawned as she waited for the outworlder to return, and stretched when she noticed the pocket of her power that infused into the outworlder’s soul returned to this realm. It takes a few minutes before the outworlder moves expectantly towards the exit, looking oh so nervous as she slinks out. A far cry from the confident air she had when she first peeked out of the cave for sure. When the catgirl was fully in view, Millian made her move, standing up and slowly walking towards the frozen catgirl.
 
 
Andromeda herself was in shock. Judging by the dragon coming towards her, her return was expected, and with a grin the dragon begins to talk. “So, we meet face to face, trespasser. You looked rather adorable while you were sleeping~.” Millan teases
“W-what did you do to me?” Andromeda asked, trying to ignore the obvious jab at her, but her fangs got bared at the hit at her ego.
“Ohh, not much. Your throat felt really good though. I figured since you liked my special fertilizer, you should get it straight from the source~”
“W-what? You bitch! What did you do?” Andromeda growls, drawing her daggers. It wasn't a fight she would normally do, but the dragon's attitude towards her was really starting to piss her off.
“Looks like it really did take hold. I'm curious about what you would do next, little kitty~. You seem rather dull to not know what I did though~.”
 
 
That was the most Andromeda could take, and with an angry roar she charged at the dragon, moving at speeds she never knew possible. Getting to the pudgey belly of the beast, she began stabbing and stabbing away, crying out with each hit as she put all her strength into each strike. Millian meanwhile just lets out a hearty laugh at the outworlder’s efforts, her scales not even scratched by the assault. Minutes pass, and eventually Andromeda runs out of steam, panting away as she still tries to stab at the beast with her now dull blades. With one final attempt, she lays against the warm belly, fire still in her eyes as she recovers. It was only then she realised she had fucked up, as she looked up to see the massive maw looming over her.
 
 
Expecting a chomp, she shuts her eyes and braces for the worst, smelling the sweet and slightly fermented smell of the dragon's latest fruity feast. She then felt wetness as Millian decided to give the adorable and fiesta toy a lick instead, covering her in slobber while also tasting the dried cum that is still stuck on her fur. The tongue pushes Andromeda back, and causes her to fall on her rump, her blades falling from her fatigued hands. It was then Mellian decided to unleash her own power, her very essence creating a shock wave that sends the catgirl flying into the wall of the cave, knocking her out with the impact. Not really what Mellian intended, and she hurriedly went to heal the now knocked out catgirl, waiting for her to recover.
 
 
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Deciding to make things more relatable for the outworlder, Mellian polymorphs herself into her humanoid form, and sits under her great fruit bearing tree, the catgirl still unconscious and laying on her lap. Despite how entertaining it was to put the catgirl in her place, it would do little good in the long run to have them fight all the time. Still ,she can’t wait for her reaction when the outworlder wakes to find her cock right in her face.
 
 
As Andromeda woke, she could smell a delicious scent wafting from something right in front of her. Believing it to be some food, she leans forwards and licks it, enjoying the meaty and salty taste. With her eyes still closed, she examines the squishy meal before her, and as she continues licking, she eventually finds a slit with her tongue and begins sucking on it. Her mind begins to believe that there is some delicious cream within the hardening meal, and licks deep into the slit to get it. It was then she decided to open her eyes, finding a breathtaking looking woman with her hands on her own mouth, trying to muffle the moans of pleasure. When she looked down to see what meal she was enjoying, her eyes widened in surprise to find a throbbing cock, half way down her mouth. Andromeda wanted to push away, be disgusted at the scene before her, but a stronger part of her egged her on, to claim what she wanted from the one before her. Eventually, the voice won, and she began sucking on the delicious cock with great eagerness, searching for the delicious seed that was promised.
 
 
Mellian meanwhile continued to squirm in pleasure as the catgirl sucked hard on her cock, not expecting such a turn of events. “H–hey wake up.” She squeaks, before looking down and seeing the catgirl’s determined eye staring back at hers, realizing that the outworlder is doing it fully willingly this time. “O-oh… you want my juice for r-real huh? Ok then.. J-just keep on drinking then~”
 
 
It isn't long before Mellian is roaring in pleasure, casting a healing spell on Andromeda as the catgirl tries to get the entire member down her throat, bulging it out like her puppet body did only a few hours ago. Andromeda noted the damage and healing, and suspected what happened earlier. Judging by it though, she is going to have a delicious cream filling soon, or multiple, having no idea how long was the dragon using this body to pleasure herself.
 
 
Like Andromeda wished, the dragon soon came, and the torrent of delicious hot cream gushed down her throat. Her eyes widened at how much cum was let out, her stomach ballooning from the mass. Not wanting to spill a drop though, Andromeda held on, gulping down all of the dragon's essence and mentally swiping off the notification of her discovering what the white liquid she swam in was, to read later after their fun was done.
 
 
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It takes a few minutes, and despite the suffocation damage Andromeda held on, trusting that Mellian was outhealing the damage. Eventually, the dragon’s orgasm subsides and the flow slows to a stop, allowing Andromeda the chance to pull her maw off the dragon’s massive cock as she gasps for breath. It takes a minute for her to finally have enough breath to speak, the weight of all the cum bloating her stomach compressing her lungs. Millian recovers first from her orgasm, and gently pats Andromeda’s massive belly, blushing as she enjoys the sight. “So, why did you not accept my mark?” The dragon asks, getting an angry glare from the catgirl she is patting.
 
 
“I w-won’t be under you, Milian. If I am to accept anything, it will be as an equal, because I know someday I will be the one on top. Might take years, but you will bow to me and be my juice bottle.” Andromeda replies, stuttering a bit as sudden pressure on her belly from Millian almost makes her puke.
 
 
Millian, meanwhile, just laughs at Andromeda, finding the fire and strength behind the catgirl’s words adorable, but also attractive how she isn’t backing down from an impossible challenge. After her massive belly rocking laugh, she leans down, un-polymorphing her neck so she can stretch her head down to kiss the surprised catgirl on the forehead. “How about this as an offer then~?” She coos, as she sends a revised mark, glad that she didn’t accept the previous one as it would have locked her with that mark.
 
 
[Mate’s Mark of Bountiful Draconic Harvest, lv 975 Soulbound blessing.
Mark given by the Great Elder Dragon, Mellian, to the trespasser in her lair. In exchange for eternal companionship, the marked will receive great boons
Grants the marked Shared Ownership of Mellian’s lair.
Grants the marked Language “Draconic”, “ Kobold” & “Draconic runes”
Grants the marked “Full Draconic infusion” perk
Grants the marked resistance and maximum addiction limit to “Life dragon’s cum”
Grants the marked “Lovercall Telepathy” Skill
Marked is considered an equal to Millian by all under her.
Millian’s actions cannot harm the marked, no matter how grievous.
Mark is considered a marriage proposal, and binds marked into matrimony if accepted.]
 
 
[Draconic Runes, Ancient enchanting runic language
Dragon runes are what was used to turn the mundane to magical, enchanting their orders into the very world itself. Wielding this knowledge, one can craft their own enchantments so long as one can properly and accurately etch them onto the object.
Enables one to understand, learn and create dragon infused items.]
 
 
[Draconic Infusion, Soul Strengthening perk
Being exposed to concentrated dragon essence, your body begins changing, drawing in the power to boost your own. Beware you do not lose yourself to your new draconic instincts. You will gain a full dragon form upon completion
You are slowly turning into a dragon, based upon the amount of essence absorbed.
Current progress 10%]
 
 
[Lovercall Telepathy, Mental skill
Bonded by the soul, your mate will always be by your side. Should danger befall you, they will come running.
Creates a telepathic link between the user and their mate. The link is unbreakable. Distance is not a factor with regards to usability. The other side will sense when their mate is in danger and have a vague sense of their desires.]
 
 
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Andromeda paused to carefully examine the new rune, blushing hard when she got to the last line. She quickly looks up towards the dragon’s cheeky grin, surprised at the offer. “Y-you want to marry me? Even after all I did against you?” She asks, confused.
“Yup, I love your fire. I want to keep on stoking your flames, and let you burn like an inferno~. You are but an amber right now, but I’m sure with my help you would even outshine me~.” Millian replies, before leaning down with her elongated neck to kiss Andromeda again, this time on the lips. The catgirl moans as her tongue plays with the dragon’s, tasting the sweet fruit still in her breath. Her mind blanks for a moment, awash with bliss, and she figures the mark as all she ever wanted. The moment the kiss broke, Andromeda accepted the mark, her body glowing with bestowed power as the mark was etched onto her very soul.
 
 
Her eyes begin to glow as her body begins to change, some of her fur on her arms, legs and the tip of her tail falling off, replaced by orange or light brown scales, matching the tabby pattern of her fur. As her body changes, the various knowledge and intricacies of the three languages are hammered into her mind, her brain itself expanding slightly to fit all the new data. A commanding roar escapes Andromeda’s maw as her transformation comes to a close, her mind reeling from the massive influx of new data, and only due to her new and enhanced draconic constitution does she hold on. Panting at the influx of power, Andromeda gives Mellian a big, toothy grin, her teeth having elongated into small fangs. Unable to hold herself back, she leaps at the still humanoid dragon, kissing her deeply and lovingly, overwhelmed by newly awakened draconic instincts regarding one’s mate.
 
 
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After an intense makeout session, Andromeda decided to log out, and informed Millian her desires. Millian happily lets her go, saying that they are forever connected now, and can talk with her any time she wishes using the new link they have. After testing to make sure it worked and asking Millian to not have fun with her body while she was away, Andromeda logged off, not having any warnings as the lair is now considered her home. Millian was quite surprised to find the puppet body of her mate continue to move around, consuming the offered fruits and drinking from her cum pool like she owned the place, making the dragon curious if there is something controlling the body, unaware that in safe spots a simple AI controls the body to ensure it keeps running.
 
 
Waking up in her true body, Andromeda yawned as she stretched, examining her body casually as she did. Her eyes widened in surprise as she found scales growing on her body, a beautiful golden sheen to them as her skin was forced under the scales. As expected, her butler Reginald was mortified upon noticing her changes, but she simply asked him to not panic about it and make her a meal and start up a bath for her, the mutations causing her appetite to increase significantly. After consuming the entire spread, Andromeda relaxes in the boiling bath, the weight of what happened finally hitting her. She blushes hard as she thinks back to Millian, over the moon at having someone wanting her for herself. As she excitedly sat in the water, she noticed something wiggling at her butt, feeling at her rear to find a tail starting to grow from the base of her spine, wagging happily as she thought of the glorious but in hindsight rather embarrassing scenes she partook in.
 
 
Despite how embarrassing it was, she really enjoyed it, her tail wagging even more as she thought about how much Millian wanted her. An orphan from birth, she was always unwanted, keeping a thick shell over her heart as she coldly went through life, using any advantage she could to climb the corporate ladder while her fury determination pushed her past any setbacks. Using her exceptional computer skills to get her way, through legal or illegal means. Despite showing her darker and brutal side, it was adorned by the dragon. She then realized that she was in love with the dragon, wondering if the game was really all that. No game would be able to change her body like this, so there must be something going on behind the scenes, and it prompted her own investigation.
 
 
With her curiosity piqued, Andromeda left the bath, drying off quickly before going back to her pod to access her VR workspace. As she does she wonders what other changes would happen to her, if she would become a full dragon in real life as well as in the game. With that in mind, her mind then went to Millian, with her using her cum to empower stuff. Maybe her own juices could be used in similar regard, earning her a decent profit if she sold it on the black market. So, as she began researching the company that made the game, she contacted a few friends, pulling some favors to identify some qualified black market doctors to assist with her research, should it come to pass.
 
 
Surprisingly, information she could dig up was even redacted heavily. There is clearly something deeply suspicious about this company, but with the power she is getting from it, she decides to keep quiet about it, wanting to get as much benefits from the “game” as possible. So, after making sure all her affairs are in order, she returned to the game, wanting to get to know her new mate better.
 
 
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A week passed, and Andromeda was getting rather grumpy. Her massive dragon mate was too much of a sweetheart after making her as her lover, testing her to delicious fruits and lots of love and affection, but refused any actual mating due to the size difference. Millian was rightfully worried about breaking her lover with her thick , full dragon cock that is bigger than the mate in question. However, without a regular influx of concentrated dragon essence, the absorption progres is going deathly slow. As she cuddled against the slumbering dragon’s belly, Andromeda checked the progress, seeing it only at 12%.
 
 
Millian herself told Andromeda that she was feeling rather horny lately, but couldn’t bring herself to mate, wanting to do it in her dragon form but didn’t want to hurt her. She also didn’t feel right to use her body while she is logged out to relieve herself, having to release her pent up lust using her personal fap room where she collects it for her garden. Andromeda herself held herself back from diving into the pool of cum, finding it quite embarrassing . The idea of forcing herself on her slumbering lover though, entices her quite a bit the more she thinks about it. With her lust at a maximum, she decides to have her fun right now.
 
 
Andromeda nuzzled against the beautiful green scales, as she moved herself lower, seeing the dragon’s moist slits a bit further down. Drawn by the delicious scent of her lover’s seed, Andromeda moved closer, soon having Millian’s top slit right in her face. The catgirl slid her face into the slit, breathing in hard and enjoying the thick smell of dragon essence, spreading the slit and seeing her lover’s cock tip within. Without any hesitation, she then pushes her face against the wide cock slit, licking it lovingly and tasting the dried cum on the member. Her actions cause Millian to moan in pleasure, and the cock to throb, pushing upwards as it slowly slides out of the sheath, catching the catgirls’s head in the slit as it does.
 
 
Realizing her head could fit inside her lover’s cock, made Andromeda much more curious, wanting to see how deep she could go. Climbing to the top of the hardening cock, Andromeda got her feet into the slit, and then the other, shivering as she felt her lover’s meat envelop her fett, then calves. Her feeding herself to her lover’s meat caused more pleasure to shoot through the dragon, but Andromeda wasn’t worried about any harm coming to her, believing the mark would protect her. She had gotten into many arguments about it with Millian, who didn’t trust it one bit.
 
 
Andromeda continued to squirm, her pleasure rising as her thighs slid into the greedy,throbbing cock. Pre gushes from below, helping lubricate her passage deeper, and her descent only gets faster from there, her chests soon reaching the tip of the cock. The catgirl continues to squirm happily as she continues being consumed by her still sleeping lover’s cock, her hand at her slit to pleasure herself as she slides deeper. With a few more throbs, she is up to her head, and gives the slit a playful kiss before the final throb fully envelops her in dragon meat.
 
 
Andromeda cries out in pleasure as she continues to slide deeper and deeper, minutes feeling like hours of pleasure as she gets lost in her lover’s insides. Eventually, she feels the walls around her relax, as she splashes down into the dragon’s sac, the chamber brimming with draconic energy. Unable to resist, Andromeda happily swam around, nuzzling the walls lovingly as she drank in the dragon cum and energy, checking on the progress and it had already jumped up by 8% and increasing. With all her squirming and massages, Millian herself soon cums, the walls clenching down on Andromeda, as her seed gushes out of her cock and coats her belly.
 
 
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All the pleasure soon wakes the slumber dragon, who looks down in surprise as she sees her cock hard and feeling massive pleasure in her slit. Wondering what is going on, she looks down,seeing the squirming mass in her right testicle, which is located next to her pussy lips. With a chuckle, she decides to gently press on the bulge, and moans in pleasure as she feels her lover inside her precious orb. She felt a bit bad about wasting her seed, but she just pushed it off her body cleanly, throwing it to the base of the massive tree she was sleeping under, and began walking to her fap room, wanting to relieve herself even more… and maybe trying to get her lover out of her.
 
 
Each step sends a surge of pleasure through her as Andromeda is tossed around in her orb with the heavy movement, despite Millian’s attempts at making it as light as possible. Soon, she gets to her fap chamber, and activates the runic formations, linking it to her lover in her sac to understand what she felt as she entered her. She then began blushing as she felt the illusion take effect, the memory of sliding down her cock being used on her own body. Feeling the warmth of her own cock embrace her made her shiver in pleasure, understanding why her lover wanted to do that and awakening a new pleasure within her. With the stimulation, Millian soon came hard, her cum gushing into the pool,along with her lover who enjoys the sudden water slide.
 
 
Andromeda giggles as she surfaces from the pool, her clawed hands easily grabbing onto the rock and pulling herself out, scales now forming a rather intimidating set of gauntlets and greave, as nubs grew out from her back and head, the base of her new wings and horns. On her crotch, a second slit appeared, her brand new cock throbbing out of it from all the pleasure. She had also grown a bit bigger all over, her breasts being a size bigger and her height had increased by a good head. She was still nowhere close to Millian’s size, but already thinking of crawling into her lover again, she was happy she wasn't bigger. While she was in Millian’s sac, she couldn’t see the changes she felt at all, and took a moment to enjoy her new look, wondering what her real body would look like now. After a moment of self admiration, she then checked the progress, which is currently at 40%.
 
 
“So, why did you crawl in my cock, you silly. You could have gotten hurt?” Millian reprimands, gently booping her lover on the head after she is done enjoying her new look.
“I wanted more of your essence~. If you aren’t going to give it to me, I’ll go and get it myself~” Andromeda replies, chest puffed high with a cheeky grin on her face. “You liked it though, didn’t you~?”
“Y-ya… I did… but I’m still worried I would break you. What would I do if you melted into my seed?” Millian asks, clearly overprotective.
“Then I’ll just come back, don’t forget. I’m a player in this world, death isn’t really a thing I need to worry much about. We should really have more fun together~” Andromeda chuckles.
“J-just warn me next time.. I don’t want to lose you.” The dragon whines, and seeing her lover like that, Andromeda couldn’t help herself and rushed over to hug the big sad dragon, kissing her scales.
“Don’t worry, my love. I won’t be going anywhere. Maybe I can get you to see the real me one day too~” Andromeda coos, as she enjoys the scales for a while, the two embracing lovingly.
 
 
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After that fun, and hours more cuddling, Andromeda logged out, almost bonking her head on the lid of her pod as she sat up. Like in the game, her body had grown as well, the golden scales forming similar gauntlets and greaves on her arms and legs, making Andromeda grin in excitement. Excited to see what else changed, she rushed to the bathroom to examine herself fully, scratching the polished wood flooring of her living room with her brand new claws as she rushed off. She ignored the damages, and looked over her form, realizing that the changes she got in game matched the changes in real life. Nubs grew out of her shoulder blades and forehead, while her tail lengthened even more. One thing she didn’t notice though, is her face shape had changed, making her look much more beastial or draconic. The part that really drew her attention though, is a second slit on her crotch. With an explorative finger, she gently massaged the slit, slowly coaxing her cock out.
 
 
Alien pleasures shoot through her spine as her brand new cock slides out, and she quickly calls for Reginald to help get a sterilized container she had purchased for this very purpose, hoping she would sprout a member like her lover. She would soon find that her new, claw-like hands make it hard to pleasure herself, but eventually with the use of her palms, she manages to reach orgasm, shooting a surprisingly heavy load into the mason jar sized container. Sealing that up, she looks at it curiously, wondering if her seed has similar effects to her lover’s.
 
 
However, as she tried to test it on herself, trying to cut into her flesh, the sterilized kitchen knife she got couldn’t even break her skin, needing to claw herself to test the seed. The would seem to close soon after she rubbed her seed on it, and tested a few more times with different time frames between cutting and application. After her tests, with her body still unblemished from her testing and blood all over her claws and a bit on the floor, she gets herself washed up, storing the rest of the seed to send to the hired scientist for examination sooner rather than later. The sooner she can begin profiting from her seed, the faster she can offset the costs of her increased appetite. As she eats, she wonders if she should do experiments similar to what Millian is doing, and by the end of her meal, she decides to order a number of fruit tree saplings to be delivered to her home, allocating space on her balcony for them.
 
 
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The very next day, Millian and Andromeda are once again cuddling with each other under the massive tree. The dragon once again helped her lover, teaching her magic she could use, as well as making sure she understands how to use the draconic runes she had learnt. They spent the whole day practicing dragon magic, making sure Andromeda could perform them perfectly before going to the next. Thanks to her enhanced brain, Andromeda could easily remember the various spells, and already had a number of ideas for her own home’s improvements. She also found out, thanks to the lesson, that the cave they are in is much bigger on the inside than it is outside thanks to draconic rune language, with the main cave actually the one she had fallen in before.
 
 
The spell that Andromeda was really interested in was the polymorph spell, as Millian could make herself look fully human if she wanted, only her pride as a dragon holding her back from fully looking human. She does show it off for Andromeda though, letting her look over her fully human guise. She couldn’t hold herself back from giving Millian’s currently human dark cock a lick, seeing the adorable orbs covering her slit. With all the distractions, Millian decided to call for a break from the lesson to sate their lust.
 
 
Millian cries out in pleasure as her hard cock slides into Andromeda’s warm folds, her big cock kissing Andromeda’s cervix with each thrust. Her lover was still in her usual form, her draconic features making her look much more attractive to the dragon. She happily kissed her lover as she felt the catgirl’s breasts, finding the softness of her flesh pleasurable compared to the hard scales. Andromeda herself found Millian’s human form likewise as attractive, her strong physique and gruff look setting a fire in her loins, ignited even more with each deep thrust into her moist slit.
 
 
Their sudden foray for pleasure however ended in surprise, however. As the dragon came hard into her mate’s womb, her focus and control of her polymorph spell suddenly broke from the intense pleasure. As she came, her body returned to her full dragon form, and her cock expanded within Andromeda’s slit, hot cum gushing and bloating the catgirl as she too cums from the sudden expansion. The mark then takes effect, making sure Andromeda’s flesh and bones don't break despite the massive expansion. A massive roar escapes Millian’s throat as the tightness around her cock increases and increases, till she finally calms down from her orgasm, and sees the damage done. Andromeda is completely out of it, muttering random words of pleasure as her belly is completely distended, looking more like a filled condom than a half dragon catgirl.
 
 
Andromeda had orgasmed so many times from the filling and stretching, her mind completely filled with pleasure as Millian carefully pulled her lover off her massive cock, the seed gushing from the gaping slit and spilling into the floor. Unable to resist, Millian leans down to happily lick deep into her lover, making her cum once again as she tasted her lover’s womb. After their fun, Millian made sure Andromeda was ok, the woman soon recovering and reassures Millian that she is completely fine, though the incident made her even more willing to try even more depraved lewd acts.
 
 
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The next depraved act happened a few days later. They were happily cuddling once again under the tree, Andromeda letting Millian know about her own experiments at her home, her fruit trees already fruiting after she empowered them with her seed, the resulting fruit delicious, but not comparable to Millian’s harvest. The dragon meanwhile was happily consuming her bounty as she listened to her lover talk as she laid on her belly. A blush slowly creeps on Andromeda’s face as she listens to her lover’s insides process her meal, hearing the dragon’s stomach gurgling from the food. Andromeda herself had also become more dragon-like, her horns fully forming while her wings growing to the point she can move them, while her body had lengthened quite a bit, her neck now looking abnormally long and face looking quite reptilian. Similar changes happened to her real body as well as an increase in length of her tail to match the length in game. Her absorption of draconic essence had reached 65% at this point.
 
 
The lair is soon silent, with the only sound being chewing and the rather loud gurgling of Millian's fruit filled stomach. Andromeda slowly stopped talking, her hands trying to give her lover's stomach a massage, but is barely able to apply pressure past the scales. Millian does notice this, and chuckles playfully at the adorable sight. “What are you doing there, my love?” The dragon asks, playfully laying her paw on the half dragon, pressing her against her belly. She had noticed lately that Andromeda had been focusing more and more on her belly, and suspects her weird lust might be acting up again.
 
 
“I wonder, do you ever get any meat in your diet? I have never seen you hunt.” Andromeda asks, and her lover lets out a heavy chuckle, shaking her and causing her stomach to gurgle again.
“Well, the fruits are actually perfectly crafted for my consumption, giving me all I need to stay healthy and then some. Eating them slowly increases my power, similar to how it is with my seed and you~” Mellian replies with a playful jab at her lover’s desire for her seed.
“Well, have you lost your taste for meat? Do you want to have a willing snack~?” Andromeda coos, chuckling at the dragon’s blush when Millian realises what she is implying.
“N-no, I’m not eating you.” Millian then squeaks, the sudden meekness making Andromeda want to tease and push even more.
“Oh, but what if this meal forces you to eat it~.” Andromeda purrs, as she gets up and walks closer towards the dragon’s head. “I want to feel your strong tongue slide over my body, tasting it. Dragons are said to eat the princess, so why not this dragon princess right here~?”
 
 
Millian, despite being surprised at her lover’s sudden turn, found the idea of being forced fed her lover hot in a morbid sense, and her cock began to slide out of its sheath in her arousal. At the back of her mind she believed Andromeda would be safe no matter what she did, but still didn’t have the heart to test it. Despite her trepidations though, Andromeda wouldn’t take no for an answer, and gently massages Millian’s maw, slowly coaxing the stunned dragon’s maw open. Millian’s slightly fermented fruity breath washed over her as the dragon panted from her maw being opened, chunks of freshly crushed fruit flesh still stuck between the dragon’s arm long teeth.The cavernous and moist depths of the dragon maw inviting Andromeda closer, the woman crawling past her lover’s razor sharp teeth, and gave the thick most tongue a playful kiss. “You look beautiful like this, my love~” Andromeda coos as she sits on the dragon’s tongue, rubbing her hands over it and coating herself the thick saliva, causing Millian to blush even more.
 
 
Millian, meanwhile, could taste her lover as she rolled around on her tongue, the delicious meaty and savory flavor of her mate urging her to swallow. She holds the urge back though, and soon heard moans from her maw, as Andromeda begins rubbing her slits against the moist and muscular tongue, slowly working up an erection. The meaty tasty intertwines with the strange sweetness of dragon pre, as Andromeda begins fucking her tongue, which begins squirming from all the stimulation and adding even more pleasure to the depraved act in her maw. Within minutes of humping, Andromeda cums, her delicious cream and girl cum coating the dragon’s tongue, and adding yet another layer to the delicious meal. Unfortunately, that was as much teasing as Millian could take, and her body reflexively gulped, her lover letting out a squeak of surprise and excitement as the dragon’s maw closed in on her and sent her down the long trip to the dragon’s stewing stomach.
 
 
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The tight muscles of Millian’s cavernous throat gently massages Andromeda’s body as the dragon swallows, the catgirl enjoying the trip down as her predator starts to panic at the accidental swallow. After a minute of travel, Andromeda finally splashes down in Millian’s stomach. The air in the dragon’s stomach was extremely humid, and smelled heavily of fruity wine. Tasting the stomach slop of half digested fruit soon gave her the reason, as it tasted like the delicious fruit wine the dragon’s breath smelled like. Feeling her lover squirming against the walls of her stomach, Millian patted her belly, feeling her stomach. “A-are you ok in there, my love?” She asked, concern clear in her voice.
“H-heh, it’s amazing in here~. So warm and comfy~.” Andromeda replies, already getting a bit drunk from drinking the alcoholic slop in the dragon’s stomach. “Don’t worry about me, just relax and enjoy yourself, while I enjoy your stomach~”
 
 
With an annoyed sigh, Millian lays back down, deciding to return to her eating. Andromeda meanwhile treats the dragon’s stomach as a spa date, feeling all her worries melt away in the churning gut. The rhythmic thrum of her lover’s heart, constant churning of the stomach and occasional splash of freshly chewed fruits entering the stomach soon lulling Andromeda into slumber. Without her direction, her body is slowly submerged in the churning slop, completely indistinguishable from all the digesting food around her. Although still worried when she stopped feeling movements, Millian continued to eat, not wanting to show more weakness to her lover.
 
 
Hours pass before Millian feels a change inside her, as her lover in her guts finally reaches the end of her stomach and gets partially stuck in her intestines. The ticklish sensation of Millian’s villi massaging around her body wakes the catgirl, and she squirms about as she wakes. With little else she can do in Millian’s intestines, she squirms about, massaging the walls and causing alien pleasure to shoot the dragon’s spine, as she fights her way deeper into her gut. The slight bit of air she could breathe was still filled with the sweet scent of fermented fruits, as if the taint of normal processes doesn’t affect dragons. Andromeda continued crawling away, as she hears the roars of pleasure as her lover enjoys the rough massaging going on in her intestines. Hours pass as Andromeda dutifully crawls through miles and miles of the dragon’s guts, the slop surrounding her slowly thinning out, becoming a concentrated paste by the end of her trip. As she went, her drunkenness levels decreased with surprising speed, going from knock drunk when she entered, barely hanging on, to wide and alert as if she never drank. She eventually reaches the next fleshy barrier, and enters the last leg of her journey through Millian’s guts, her large intestines.
 
 
—scat and watersport warning—
 
 
The thick paste around her dries as any moisture is absorbed by the surrounding walls, making the waste easier to pass for the moment. Andromeda pays it no mind though, and continues wiggling about, taking the earthy scent of the waste around her, smelling more like fresh fertile soil than actual waste. However, as the paste around her hardens more, it soon makes an impassable barrier before her then around her, needing Millian’s assistance to let her out. The dragon, however, is still enjoying the sensation of her lover struggling in her lower intestines, each hard push hitting her prostate in a very pleasurable way. Noticing such movements gets a reaction out of the dragon, Andromeda continues to struggle, not wanting to lose to Millian’s guts. Eventually, she gets her wish, as Millian cums hard, all control of her lower body going out the window as she cums and unloads her wastes all at the same time, a mix of white, gold and brown releasing from her many holes.
 
 
Millian’s servants cheer as their master lets loose, already working to shovel away and distribute the refuse properly, a number happily collecting the released fluids, a mix of Millian’s piss and cum, into containers for worship later. As they dig through the massive brown mound, Andromeda relaxes, unable to believe what had just happened. She chuckled to herself, the sound drawing the attention of the kobolds, and they began to dig her out of her earthy tomb. With their skill, they soon get her out and the catgirl happily cuddles the assisting kobolds, much to their delight.
 
 
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She does find the kobolds adorable as they helped get her clean, though despite what and who she went through, she still smelled fresh. Curious, she decided to explore the kobold village as Millian is still passed out from her intense orgasm. Her attention is drawn to those carrying the urns of collected fluids, and wondered what they were going to do with it. The kobolds hurriedly went to a building that was bigger than the others, scurrying down into the basement of the structure, ignoring their master’s mate that was following them. Even as Andromeda stepped to the doorway down, she could already smell the strong scent of alcohol, and it made her even more curious what the kobolds were doing with what they collected. Stepping down, she finds what looks like a lab, led by the chief of the little kobold village, who chirps excitedly at the new arrivals.
 
 
The chef inspects the bounty collected, dipping her hand into the urn before licking her finger dry. Her eyes widened in surprise at what was collected, and quickly ordered the kobolds to dump the liquids into an empty copper vat connected to some unknown device, before they rushed to collect more. The chief then barked orders at the other kobolds, ordering them to follow and collect as much of the master’s blessings as possible, while she went to work. Andromeda watched as the kobold chieftain messed with valves and other levers on the contraption, working it till the machine churns to life, passing the golden and white fluid through the pipes till it turns a perfect gold. Kobolds continue ferrying more of the collected fluids as the vat gets slowly drained, the completed product being piped into wooden casks. The chief then seals the cask with a cork and expertly rolls it to the side to make way for a new empty cask. Curious what the kobolds made with her lover’s cum and piss, Andromeda cast identify on the cask, and what she got was a surprise indeed.
 
 
[EX Dragon Wine, Draconic empowering beverage, 90% alcohol content
A rare and mysterious wine, greatly prized the world over by great connoisseurs of alcoholic drinks. Each cask tastes completely different from one another, unless one happens upon some of the same make stored together. They can be easily identified from other brews as the drink itself turns even simple casks it is stored into gold as it saturates the wood. The cask itself would also shrink as more of the wine is poured out, eventually disappearing all together and preventing counterfeits.
{Draconic Knowledge: You know the true origin of the brew. Refined from the urine and cum of the great elder dragon Millian and because of that has additional effects.
Makes drinker heavily drunk (No effect on dragons)
Draconic breeds are drawn to the brew
Empowers draconic heritage skills
Grants 15000 exp per glass
 
 
This cask is currently unripe and doesn’t have the iconic gold coloration but has no effect on drink quality. }]
 
 
The revelation made Andromeda wonder if her wastes would have a similar effect, and made a mental note to experiment more after she logged out. The kobold chief, noticing Andromeda starting at the cask as she rolled the next one over, quickly snagged a shot glass and expertly filled it from the machine, not even missing a beat as she uses her telekinesis to levitate the glass to their master’s mate, returning to work to fill more casks with the precious wine. Knowing where the drink came from, Andromeda was surprised by how the wine smelled, with an inviting fruity and floral scent, as well as a hint of power as her draconic side is attracted to the brew. Unable to hold back, she took the shot.
 
 
The drink felt like it looked, smooth liquid gold that felt like it was on fire as the concentrated alcohol burned her throat with a delicious floral taste that makes the drink palatable. As it landed in her belly, the fire seemed to spread to the rest of her body, filling her with a sense of warmth that made her feel stronger. With how potent the drink felt on her tongue, she was quite surprised when she didn’t feel the hit. Judging by some kobolds who decided to sneak a sip though, the effects seem quite profound, turning the kobolds from fully sober to knock out drunk in a minute. After they learnt from the first few though, they got much more cautious of the drink, soon having an impromptu drunken party in the basement. Even drunk though, the kobolds continued to work, their heavily drunk movements causing them to spill Millian’s piss and cum all over the floor. Andromeda chuckles at the sight, finding the kobolds adorable in their antics, wondering if she would eventually get her own one day. With little else, Andromeda returned to Millian’s side and checked her status, having progressed up to 80%
 
 
 
 
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With a hiss, Andromeda’s pod opens and she stretches out, her bones and joints popping as she once again grew from her fun with Millian. Gone was the average sized muscular human office lady, in her place is a grand dragon, wings almost fully grown and golden scales glistening in the light. Her human facial features had become unrecognizable ,only her blonde hair remaining on her head. The rest of her face had elongated and deformed into a fully draconic look, a glorious pair of horns adorning her head that she is quite proud of . Her size still leaves much to be desired compared to the massive form of her lover, but Andromeda is still easily double the height of a human if she stands up straight, thrice if measured from tail to snout. The only visage of her former human form is a pair of heavy golden breasts, covered in much softer scales. They are the only visage of her former humanity, having only gotten bigger to match her bigger body size. Lately they felt even heavier, though with her newer muscle, they are firm and perky despite their size. It perhaps was good in hindsight she purchased the biggest VR pod, as she could fit in it still… Even if she has to curl up to do so.
 
 
She sighed as she looked around her room, which had devolved to disarray compared to the sleek modern layout she had weeks ago. The apartment now looks like a large cave ran by a cult, the formerly wooden flooring having been petrified by the very air she breathed, draconic essence entering and Strengthening the dead wood. Runes are etched all over the walls and floor, draconic runes that strengthen the materials even further, while warping space to make the room much bigger to fit her increased size. Even the balcony was altered, reinforced to support the weight of the orchid of massive fruit bearing trees. Reginald, though surprised by the changes, couldn't disobey the master he was programmed to serve and was barred from reporting any changes to medical personnel. Andromeda had done some modifications on him to help more around her lair, harvesting fruits and ensuring the trees are properly watered with her special fertilizer, as well as preparing the fruits for consumption which now make up all of her diet. The final room of note was formerly her bathroom, and upon discovering her seed could be used, she was worried her other wastes in the local septic system could result in her being discovered or having some other effects to the local ecosystem.
 
 
As the almost fully converted woman looked around her lair, her mind went to her tasks. The research on her seed has gone exceptionally well, and tests indicate diluted samples work perfect to heal even grevious wounds. There is the issue of addiction with pure samples though, which is the reason for the dilution. She had already arranged it to be sold on the black market for exorbitant prices, leading to a heavy influx to her bank balance. Her recent fun with Millian and her discovery in the kobold camp gave her a new idea for additional revenue. She was curious about the machine, but she could just hire some folks to process her materials, maybe sweeten the resulting brew with juice from her fruits as well. With an idea in mind, Andromeda ordered some materials, a small distillery as well as a number of small kegs. While waiting for the delivery, she went to her bathroom, intending to examine her waste.
 
 
When she arrived though, she was surprised to hear some chirping past the door. Opening and entering her former bathroom, the former bathroom had turned into a farm. Within the massive pile of dirt that was her wastes a number of fruit trees have begun sprouting, growing from the seeds of the many fruits she just lazily gulped whole at times.What’s even more surprising were the ones tending to the trees, beings that should not exist in this world of humanity, kobolds. She was about to voice out her question when the ground near her began to rumble, a freshly hatched kobold crawling out of the dirt. Drawn by the cries of the young kobold,the rest look towards Andromeda. Seeing the dragon, they drop all they were doing and rush to prostrate themselves at her feet. One dressed a bit better with clothes made of the tough skin of some bright fruits growing in the area then stands, chirping in reverence in the kobold language.
 
 
Recovering from the surprise, Andromeda asks the kobolds how they got here, and was regaled with a tale of how their soul traveled through the realms, then waking up in the dirt in the room. They then began popping up one after the other when the magical concentration in the area was high enough to spawn another kobold, the small village soon being self-sufficient living off the quickly growing fruits. After telling her of how they came about, they asked the dragon what they can do to help her, but Andromeda had no idea what to task them with for now, so let them just return to whatever they are doing. She did also add that they can ask her if they need any help, and if they want they can come and cuddle against her while she sleeps.
 
 
With that done, she then experimented with and examined samples of her wastes. To her surprise and excitement, she found her wastes similar to Millian’s, though the heavily alcoholic urine surprisingly did not affect her cognitive function as much as it did before, her body becoming less affected by it as her anatomy became more draconic. Likely the accumulated residual magical essence was what brought the kobolds into the world.
 
 
Unknown to Andromeda, her body had mutated a way to generate fuel for her new body, and fire breath. The dragon’s gut is filled with special, enhanced micro organisms that ferment what they eat which normally doesn’t cause much issues as dragons usually eat meat. Due to their unique fruity diet and much more sedentary lifestyle which is mostly due to the lack of fights, their alcohol levels were exceptionally high. Regardless of the level though, their draconic organs can easily process it all, sending what is needed to their fire sacs to be converted into the proper fuel for their fire breath, though diet affects the produced fuel as well.
 
 
Andromeda had tested her new flames when she noticed she could, using a simple metal chair as a test subject. She had felt the new organs grow in for a while now, attaching to the roof of her mouth and under her serpentine tongue. With a few tests flexing previously unknown muscles in her throat, she eventually managed to let out a thick jelly like substance from the holes, spraying out with surprisingly high force. It takes a few more tests for her to discover a way to ignite the flames by striking her teeth together like flint and steel, creating a spark that easily lights the goo in her mouth. Much to her relief, the flames don't really do much to her, and she just lets it burn out. She does worry what would happen if the flames get into her flame sacs, but rather not test it now.
 
 
With everything all set, she brought out the test subject for her flames, a simple cheap but sturdy proper steel chair she had bought in bulk soon after discovering that she was turning into a dragon, bought for this exact purpose. It takes a few tries before instincts take over, and a gout of intense flame washes over the unfortunate chair, the flames sticking around a while like napalm and melting the metal steel chair into a molten pile of slag in less than a minute. Eager to try and see if it was a fluke, she did it again and again. soon testing if she could use her flames while having a human polymorph guise learning that she could control the level of polymorph to fully morph her body to a human, while still keeping the organs in her throat.. After about an hour or so of testing, she finally ran out of chairs to test on, with still plenty in her tank if she wished to go on a fiery rampage. It did start to give her a sore throat of sorts, so she quenched her thirst with some freshly squeezed fruit juice as she went on to the next matter to deal with.
 
 
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The dragon returns to her main room, pulling out a rather newly bought computer, preferring to use it over her pod now that her increased size made her formerly comfortable pod rather uncomfortable to use. Therefore she only uses it to visit Millian in that other world. With regards to that, Andromeda is certain that her soul is being brought to the other world, confident that Millian isn’t lying to her about seeing her soul, as the dragon herself taught her the spell and she had used it on herself to see her own soul, seeing it present when she is in the game and in her own world. Millian had also said she saw her body moving around and acting on its own with only a small fragment of her soul in that body.
 
 
Realizing she is getting distracted by her thoughts, Andromeda shook her head and refocused herself, her claws clacking on the holographic keyboard as she typed away. She wanted out of this apartment building, the constant worry of the building owner returning from their extended vacation and performing an unscheduled inspection of the room. Such a scene would definitely result in either a dead landlord and suspicions on her head, or the authorities being informed about her secret and attempting to capture her. Despite how proud she is of her new scales, she doubts they would do well against the last millennium weapons, let alone the current technology revealed to the public. The public displays of the infantry used railgun shooting through the length of a decommissioned warship just last year hammers home her worries. Therefore as much as her new draconic pride wishes for her to flaunt herself, the more logical side realizes she is and likely never will be at the top of the food chain.
 
 
Eventually her search leads her to a rather shady site, designing private airships , more or less floating mansions that would keep far in orbit and away from the common drabble. The structure could even be equipped with anti-air weapons or simple sensors, turning it from a dream home to an aerial fortress. The dragoness chuckles as she looks at the clientele of the company, highlighting some rather big names as well as some well known mercenary groups vying for their own land. Her interest piqued, Andromeda searched deeper, soon getting a quote for her own floating island, armed with radar jamming, stealth tech and large array of anti air weapons, negating her need to land as the generator fueling it is a massive but stable nuclear fusion generator. The price of such a structure was astronomical, but with her current and projected income the fees would soon be settled, solidifying her plans for the future.
 
 
With the plan of future lodging settled, she searched for the final issue that needs resolving. She searches for a custom VR pod maker, and after finding a reputable provider known for their comfort, commissioned two that would fit even Millian, planning to put the two on her floating fortress. Of course, she got a confused reply soon after she submitted her request, but the generous offer for compensation quickly silenced it. Most of the VR tech is compact anyway and the pod would just keep her body comfortable as she uses it, so all the company has to do is make the pod that size.
 
 
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A few more months would pass with little much changing. Andromeda’s plans to sell her own refuse turned extremely profitable. Her dragon wine was selling like hotcakes, pompous rich fools praising the delicious floral taste that masks the surprisingly high alcohol content, making one bottle go a long way before. Every time Andromeda reads news about the mysterious brew questioning where it came from she would burst out laughing, imagining the faces of shock and horror all the fans of her brew learning where it comes from.
Her cum was also selling extremely well, being used in many black market operations in place of other medical salves. She had also allowed salt to the military in exchange for her confidentiality, hoping that being in their good graces would alleviate some potential aggressions, at least for the time being.
Finally, her solid wastes ended up also being sold, used as high class fertilizer after she ensured the mass was screened , with the help of her loyal kobolds, to remove any seeds of her special crops, not wanting them spreading to the farms. She funneled the funds she gained to her various projects, of course putting some aside to pay her taxes because even a dragon wouldn’t want to fuck with the tax man, and had them all funded by the time she noticed something amiss.
 
 
No matter how much fun she had with Millian, or essence she consumed, her conversion status was stuck at 90%. She had ridden in her lover’s sac, nestled around inside her stomach and bloated herself with Millian’s cum, but she still was stuck with no progress. Of course, she would bring up her grievances with Millian, wanting to be a full dragon like her mate. Millian then suggested trying to be reborn as a dragon, instead of relying on the essence, as much fun as she had filling Andromeda with her seed. Then Millian suggested being literally reborn as a dragon, Andromeda instantly liking the idea, eager for the chance to explore the last part of her mate she never explored.
 
 
And so, they are back under the massive fruit tree Millian loves sitting under, the great dragon on her back while her lover sits on her tail, the slits looking quite inviting to the almost full dragon. Resisting the urge to finger Millian’s ass or cock slit, she pushes her face against the dragon’s pussy, feeling the heavy orbs within pressing her slit closed as they churn with arousal. She gives the bulges a number of kisses as she coaxes Millian’s pussy open. The pleasure causes her lover’s meaty erection to slide out of the slit above, and Andromeda couldn’t resist giving the tantalizing rod a few playful licks before she returns to the pussy. The cavernous moist depths of Millian’s pussy quivers in anticipation for the penetration, Andromeda’s own erection twitching as she admires the looming abyss for a moment. She then decides to take the plunge, the hot scent of her mate’s love coating her head as she pushes into Millian’s cave, the dragon roaring in pleasure as the thick penetration sends waves of pleasure through her body.
 
 
Andromeda opened her maw, licking the fleshy walls around her head, tasting Millian’s liquid arousal as she continued wiggling deeper. Millian’s muscular walls massage Andromeda’s body as she crawls deeper, soon finding a tight ring of muscle that blocks her from entering the dragon’s womb. With little else she can do, Andromeda begins licking and rubbing Millian’s cervix, the dragon roaring in pleasure as her lover coaxes her cervix open. Then with a clench, Millian cums, her muscles slurping Andromeda like a noodle into the dragon’s womb as warm cum coats the dragon’s belly. Andromeda looks around at the pulsing walls, though eventually getting sleepy, lulled to sleep by her lover’s heartbeat. Millian, feeling tired from her orgasm and enjoying the comfort of her lover in her womb also began to fall asleep. As the dragoness sleeps, her body begins working on Andromeda in her womb, forming a shell around her body as it properly infuses her with her essence.
 
 
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Millian woke from her nap, and lazily reached down to pat her belly, expecting to feel her lover inside. However, she only feels something hard and ovaloid in her womb. Worried something had happened to her lover, Millian gently begins pushing, feeling the hard object slowly begin moving out of her womb. Soon, the glistening gold egg crowns on her slit, and Millian blushes as she watches the big egg land on the soft ground, bigger than Andromeda was. The dragon nuzzles the egg, worried that her lover had become her child. As she caressed the egg, a loud crack suddenly resonated through the cave, as the egg began to hatch.
 
 
Andromeda was happily sleeping, feeling like she was floating as her body was fully remade, her essence altering to properly fit her new form, instinctual knowledge of her new form filling her mind. In turn her real body changes once more, her true form now fully apparent. Then, she opens her eyes, seeing the faint light of the outside glistening through the golden shell around her. Wanting to spread her fully formed wings, she gently pushes, her muscles barely straining as the shell cracks around her. Millian watches eagerly as she sees Andromeda’s head poke out of the crack, then the egg begins to crumble to reveal Andromeda’s final form.
 
 
Standing on all fours due to her heavy front, she was a 20 feet tall dragon, her golden scales lined with a darker gold, still mimicking the pattern of her old fur. On her back, her wings glisten in the sunlight, making her give off a radiating feeling. Atop her draconic head sits two grand horns that look like tree branches. Behind her fore legs were a set of humanoid looking breasts, that look more like udders with its orientation. The rest of her body looks more like one would expect of a dragon, ripping with muscle under the scales, twin slits teasing the package she has hidden within. Finally her tail is tipped with a second set of wings, to improve her aerial control. Eager to test herself, Andromeda lets out a roar, flapping her wings before freezing as she hears a second crack, the line between the game and her real life body being shaken as her body finally grows too big for the pod, shattering the housing and frame and disabling the sense disruptors holding her real body in place. Feeling the danger of controlling two bodies at the same time, Andromeda calls out to Millian. “Thank you for the full blessing, my love. But I have to deal with something.” She informs, not waiting for Millian to reply before logging out.
 
 
“What’s wrong, my love?” Millian’s voice rings in Andromeda’s head as she pulls off her VR headset, the remains of her pod scattered around her. Remembering the unused link from so long ago as she much preferred talking to Millian directly, Andromeda tapped into it and sent her reply. “Don’t worry, Millian. The machine I used to go to your realm couldn’t handle the strain of my new body, and it broke.” She chuckles. “I won’t be able to see you for a while my love, at least till I get a replacement. Had already requisitioned one to be made and it delivered to my new lair, so I won’t be away for too long, my love~”
“Stay safe, Andromeda. I eagerly await your return so I can fuck you full of my brood~” Millian teases in reply, making Andromeda blush as she gets out of the ruins.
As usual, Reginald was up in alarm at the mess and destruction, while the kobold servants were being much more helpful, already starting to clear the scrap away, putting it amongst the pile of refuse. “My lady! Are you unhurt, your pod just exploded.” The robot butler exclaims, his circuits not registering that it was due to the sudden size increase of the occupant who was already at the limits of what the machine could handle.
“I’m fine, Reginald. Could you pack yourself in transport mode, we are going to move.” Andromeda orders, and the robot, although had more questions, did as instructed and began folding up into a more compact form.
 
 
With her loyal robot packed away, she barks some orders at the kobolds, watching them take Regiald to the prepared transport box and placing him inside. With a few more barks, the kobolds begin working to carefully unroot the trees she had grown save for the biggest, while the much stronger Andromeda helped by carrying the uprooted trees and placing them into a different, specially made travel container, etched with draconic runes to make it much bigger on the inside. Andromeda had measured it beforehand, and it would fit all of her precious crops and other objects of interest like the special distillery the kobolds had made with random scraps, designed to bring the best out of her special dragon wine. The kobolds had scrapped almost all of her other appliances to make it, but she figured it was an acceptable sacrifice as her high end distillery and other doo hickies she bought to process it barely holds a candle to the clearly arcane enhanced tools. The remaining tree was left behind to produce fruits as she dealt with other issues that barred their departure.
 
 
While Andromeda continued helping move the sizable trees, her kobolds continued cleaning up the rest of the abode, working with a photo of how the room looked before as a guide to return the room back to some level of normality to reduce suspicion when the landlord finally inspected the property. She couldn’t do much about the material of the flooring, which had mutated in her very presence into something stronger than steel, but she managed to fix out all the scratches she had caused with her claws already, leaving the runes etched into it for later when she is fully ready to abandon this location. So, the kobolds happily went to work cleaning, scrubbing and shoveling all the earth that was spread about to make the apartment look more cave like, matching her new preferences.
 
 
A few hours passed, Andromeda lazing about and watching her kobolds work while she enjoyed some of her fruits, having already packed away all the trees. She had wanted to help more, but the adorable kobolds refused her, stating that their master shouldn’t lower herself to perform such menial tasks. So, as she lazed about and waited for them to be done, her mind then went to later. She already had ropes secured on the crates so she could carry them as she flew, but what about her adorable servants. The box, although dimensionally altered, would still be affected by the atmospheric changes, and the kobolds inside would likely not survive the trip. Despite the kobolds insisting they will only return to their heaven when they die and be recalled again when a new body is ready for them, Andromeda rather not see her servants perish if she could help it. As she thought about that, she wondered what other spells she had at her disposal, going against her draconic instincts to search her mental repertoire of spells and runes for something protective, normally useless to a dragon like herself.
 
 
Eventually she found a number of runes she could use, when etched onto the flesh of a creature, would protect them from mundane and magical digestion as well as oxygen deprivation, the most she could do but enough for her purposes. It won’t be able to make them stronger, but ensures they can survive in her so long as they have food. With the runes prepared, she calls over the closest kobold, one of little consequence losing should things go awry. Hearing her master speak to her directly, the female kobold eagerly dropped the pile of dirt and ran to heed her glistening mistress's call.
 
 
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The loyal servant listened as Andromeda explained what she wanted to experiment, who was unsure if it was safe to use draconic runes that are normally etched onto materials onto living beings. Andromeda had asked Millian through their link, but the dragoness herself never experimented with such things, having not really bothered much about her servants and left them to their own devices. The kobold herself was curious about the reason for the experiment, and when Andromeda explained that she wanted to make sure the kobolds that serve her will be safe, the kobold’s view of the dragon she currently served multiplied. In her many lifetimes, she had been under many different dragons, but none had cared about their servants like Andromeda did. Because of that, she wanted to keep serving under the caring empress, and prayed should anything go wrong with the experiment, she will return to her service soon, as she eagerly accepted despite the dangers.
 
 
So, the kobold is laid on the dragon stone floor, as Andromeda loomed over her, mentally visualizing the runes to carve onto the kobold’s chest. Seeing the dragon bove her made the adorable kobold blush, feeling quite intimate being so close to the master like this. Her heart continued to thrum in her chest even as the dragoness’s nail pierced and scratched her scale, etching the rune into her flesh. She resisted squirming against the pain, as she felt power flowing into her very soul. Unknown to both master and servant, the etching of draconic runes imbued with one into another’s flesh binds their souls together, causing them to be forever linked, even if the servant was to pass on, her soul will soon return by her master’s side.
 
 
The procedure only took less than a minute, but by the end the kobold is caked in her own blood, the wounds quickly closed with an application of Andromeda’s healing seed. Andromeda gave the kobold time to recover from the ordeal, as she examined her with her arcane sight, worrying at the back of her mind as she noticed the scratches on the kobold’s soul. She concluded her examination with a number of questions on the kobold’s state, but other than what seems to be an increase in power, the kobold didn’t feel any different.
 
 
And so, after getting the kobold cleaned up, Andromeda opened her maw, moaning as the delicious kobold eagerly leaped onto her tongue, almost forcing herself down the great dragon’s throat as she pleasured herself on Andromeda’s tongue. Andromeda herself wanted to take it slow, but the tantalizing snack trying to squirm down her throat made it hard to stop her instincts. Moments pass, and the instincts won over, Andromeda closing her maw on the excited kobold as she came and gulping, her throat muscles massaging the kobold as she is sent into her churning stomach, the orgasmic fluids adding another layer of flavor to her scrumptious treat.
 
 
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The kobold splashed down into the dragon’s stomach, getting a face full of the half digested fruity and alcoholic slop that lay in Andromeda’s stomach. She soon rises to the surface and giggles, feeling the tingle on her scales as the vicious acids in the stomach attempt to digest her, the runes thrumming with power as it draws from her master’s nearly endless mana pool to protect her. Andromeda meanwhile sighed contently as she felt the delicious kobold splash in her stomach, praying the kobold would be safe so she could enjoy the delectable treat again. She could feel her stomach churn around the kobold, and after giving her some time to settle, the dragoness asks. “Hey, little one… are you still ok in there?”
“Y-yes, mistress. I can feel your power protecting me. I’m completely safe~” The kobold replies, as she happily nuzzles and kneads the walls, blushing hard at being the first of her kind to be able to view the tender insides of their great master.
 
 
“Good to hear the experiment worked. Do you wish to stay there longer, or come out?” Andromeda asks, as she already begins gesturing to another nearby kobold, eager to begin etching the runes onto all of them.
“I want to stay, master. You enjoy me being inside you, don’t you?” The kobold chuckles.
“Y-ya, I do… Um… wait, do you have a name?” Andromeda asks, realizing that she never did get the name of the loyal servant who put her life on the line for her, her claw stopping inches from the next kobold’s chest.
“I have no name, mistress. Us disposable kobolds have no name, unless treasured enough by our master to be granted one.”
The revelation before her, Andromeda began thinking. A name would be a suitable reward for the loyal kobold, and began thinking up of one. The first kobold in this realm who can survive within the stomach of the only dragon here is quite an achievement. As Andromeda continued thinking, the delectable taste of her new everlasting snack kept on popping to mind, and as she wished the kobold would stay with her for a long time, a strange mishmash name popped to mind. Everlong, a culmination of her wishes with regard to the relationship with the blessed kobold.
 
 
With the pregnant pause in the air as Andromeda thought on the name, the eager kobold in her stomach let out an excited yelp as her master’s voice rumbled around her. “You will be named Everlong. My everlasting snack. I wish we would have a long and fruitful relationship, Everlong~.” Andromeda coos, as power collects in her gut, etching the blessed name into Everlong's very soul and giving her another layer of power. The kobold feels the power strengthening her body as it begins to grow bigger, eventually stopping when she gets about the height of Andromeda’s chest before her change. The dragon of course feels her delicious snack growing in size within her stomach, and hums in pleasure as she returns to etching her rune, the kobolds all already forming an orderly line to get etched. With the rune tested and memorized, the following etching process on the rest of her servants goes by much faster and much less painful. The process is done within 20 minutes, the rune glowing upon the chests of all her 20 remaining kobolds, who sit around and wait for their master to finish and give them further instructions.
 
 
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Andromeda licks her lips as she looks over her servants, all properly etched and protected by her power. As she opened her maw to speak, the kobolds all went quiet, already sensing they would join the named one within their master’s gut. “My loyal servants, I have bestowed upon all of you a gift for your service, allowing you to perform a new task I have in mind. We are to leave this lair, but the travel would be too much for your little bodies to handle, unless I protect you with my flesh. As such, I already ensured your bodies will be safe within me, and now present you a choice. Into which hole do you wish to delve? The only one off limits is my womb, reserved for my mate.” With her instruction sent, the kobolds cheer, and then begin crawling all over her body as the dragon lays back to relax, allowing her loyal servants entry into her body.
 
 
A moan soon escapes her lips as the kobolds at her feet reach their first target, her sheath. The small eager hands begin pushing their way past her flesh, revealing her hot member to the air, and causing a shiver of pleasure to run down Andromeda’s spine. Like an eager snake awaiting prey, her cock slides out of the sheath, and the closest kobold already eagerly dives in, licking up her master’s pre as she dives deeper. With the first blood drawn, the other kobolds begin pushing in, one after the other like delicious sounding beads, squirming eagerly as they delve deeper into their master. A total of 8 kobolds feed themselves to Andromeda’s hungry cock, splitting evenly into her twin orbs that press pleasingly against her throbbing womb.The kobolds begin eagerly drinking their master’s seed as they enjoy each others company, the sheer power difference between the two thankfully for Andromeda rendering the kobolds infertile to their master’s seed despite being rather similar. Andromeda herself resists the desire to fap and cum, letting the kobolds continue to climb her body to reach the next point of entry, the most curious part of her imposing form, her breasts.
 
 
Through all the eons the kobolds had served, they had never seen a dragon possessing such soft, pillowy mounds. Such an oddity warranted investigation, and it isn’t long before they climb up to the freshly peaks, finding that they are a lot firmer than they look, feeling like solid muscle despite how freely they move with Andromeda’s movements. The dragoness likely has a layer of strong muscle to keep her breasts firm. As Andromeda enjoyed the ogling they were doing, she noticed four break off from the rest, crawling higher towards her head. Sensing what they wish, she opens her maw, and feels the kobolds soon begin crawling on her long tongue, towards the depths of her throat. It only takes a moment to gulp down the four eager snacks, joining Everlong in her churning stomach. With that dealt with, she lays on her back to enjoy the eight kobolds, four per mound, caressing her fleshy peaks in worship. As if cordornated, one from each group begins climbing the fleshy mounds, going towards her tender nipples, nuzzling and licking against the soft flesh, slowly coaxing them wider.
 
 
As Andromeda enjoys the pleasure, she feels a strange change welling inside her, her breasts growing slightly heavier from all the kneading. Soon, the lead kobolds yelp as they taste a creamy taste from their quarry, milk being coaxed from their master. As if a dam had been broken, the kobolds begin crawling into her breasts. Andromeda cries out in pleasure once more, as the kobolds enter her breasts one after the other, enjoying the softness and the delicious warm milk they are now stewing in. Andromeda wondered if she would soon have a new product to sell with this new development, as she soon had the last of her loyal servants packed away in her body, resisting the urge to pleasure herself as she made sure everything was properly set for her departure.
 
 
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With one last sweep, Andromeda confirmed everything was in order, and prepared to leave. Pushing back her lewd thoughts, the dragoness grabbed the handle of her cargo container, and activated the timer on her rune breaker rune to remove any trace of her draconic runes from this location. Then, with a massive beat of her wing, she takes off, obscuring herself from all kinds of sensors and sight with a single word to not cause a disturbance. The most anyone nearby felt was the shockwave of her flight, or the thoom of her rune cracking her pocket spack and returning it to normal. Andromeda happily flew through the gloomy cityscape of her old home, happy to have cast it behind and having sent in her resignation not long after she began her other ventures. Leaving the smog covered cityscape behind, she flew higher and higher, feeling the air pressure on her body get lesser and lesser. Her draconic lungs allowed her to scrape all the oxygen she needed from the air, but even then she could go for days without taking a single breath with her power fueling her body. Still, she was smart to pack her servants away, as she felt frost glistening her golden scales, her servants kept safe and warm within her, their breathing supplemented with her own power as well.
 
 
A few hours pass, flying to the other end of the world, lazily enjoying the sights from high above. She eventually catches sight of a flying fortress. The engines keeping the massive structure afloat powered by the latest in nuclear technology. Heavy anti air emplacements scan the skies for threats, locking on to a small broadcaster ID chip she was issued, allowing her passage through the heavy surveillance. With that settled, she landed on the deck of her private fortress, and looked around to examine the deck, seeing her especially requested VR setup already in place big enough for her to lay on as she is. Plagued by the lewd thoughts as she suppressed her lust accumulated from the past few hours of her adorable servants squirming within her guts, breasts and balls, she finally saw it fit to enjoy such fantasies. Casting her polymorph spell, she returned to her humanoid form, feeling her body shrink and her servants being squished within her. Pleasure begins to skyrocket as her now humanoid form is stretched with her kobolds, all squirming as their fleshy chamber tightens around them suddenly. Unable to hold back, she marked her new lair with a coating of her seed and milk as she cums hard, her orgasm lasting a good few minutes as her servants continue to squirm and squirm, unsure what is going on but eager to serve.
 
 
By the time she was done, the deck of her ship was glistening white with seed and milk, already beginning to be infused with her draconic essence. Looking down at her form, she giggled at how adorable the bulges in her body looked, the four kobolds in each breasts all locked in a 69 position of sorts, pushed together by her strong muscles. The ones in her stomach are a bit more spread out, and she could see Everlong’s face still licking and pleasuring her master , a silly grin visible through the flesh of her belly. Finally the kobolds in her sac are all curled up in a fetal position, looking more like a single orb than four kobolds but she can still them being separate. A notable thing about the kobolds in her breasts and balls is they look a lot more plump compared to those in her gut, and she chuckled at the thought of her servants gorging themselves on her fluids. With her lust satiated for now, Andromeda walked around her ship despite her heavy form, exploring around the inner workings to ensure everything is as she requested. The various hydroponic farms growing many different crops, purposely ordered so her kobolds have a bigger variety to feed from. She already begins tainting the water supply with her seed, hoping to mutate the crops into something more befitting her status. The next she examines is the ammunition fabricators for her various weaponry, resisting the urge to enhance them just yet. Finally, she went to the heart of her airship, the nuclear reactor and empty AI core. She already had plans to input her loyal robot servant Reginald as the AI for her ship but will do that later. For now, she was more focused on the reactor, examining how it worked and ideas popping up into her mind to improve it further. Opening one of the spare fuel rod storage, she lets her seed seep into the container, infusing the rod with her essence, curious if an already strong power source would be brought to greater glory with a dragons’ help.
 
 
With her experiments done, Andromeda returned to the deck, and undid her polymorph spell, returning to her full draconic glory. Her servants stuck in her body let out a collected sigh as their fleshy prison finally relaxed on them, having all enjoyed it despite how tight it was. Wanting her servants to properly set up their new lair, Andromeda then began the process of letting them all out. First, she began by massaging her breasts, gently milking her servants out of her breasts, who were all heavy and plump from drinking her milk as she suspected. Their scales had also taken a strange creamy white sheen to them, making them look like they are soaked in milk despite Andromeda’s attempts to lick them clean. Of course, she allowed the kobolds to return to her body if they wished, but only if they were done with whatever tasks they were assigned for the day, not wanting to offer them a chance to slack on the pretext of serving her with pleasurable internal massages.
 
 
The next to let out were those stuck in her sac. Ordering the eight from her breasts to help massage the bulges in her belly, she begins gently rubbing her shaft, moaning in pleasure as her balls begin clenching on her servants within. With all the ministrations of her servants inside and out, her orgasm once again reached its peak, but this time her cock was wide enough to release her servants from her orbs. Like a stream of cream covered orbs, the servants splatter out one after the other into a puddle of bliss, all stunned from being soaking in her draconic essence for so long. Andromeda noticed that they too looked significantly different, their bodies bigger in general compared to the ones that were nestled in her breasts. Likely mutated by her essence, they seem to be something closer to dragons than their kobold kin. Not even close to a full dragon like Andromeda is, but maybe if they stayed in her for many thousands of years they could become a dragon themselves. A silly thought to fancy as she gave them all loving licks, tasting her seed on their scales. With the only few left still stuck in her gut, she decided to have her first toilet break in her new lair, letting the last of her servants out as she does. The moment Everlong is out, though, the similarities between her and the kobolds that were stewing in her essence was rather striking. Seeing the enhanced kobolds be bigger and stronger looking than the other kobolds, Andromeda decided to call them hob kobolds, in reference to hobgoblins in media she enjoys. Seeing how the kobolds had become hobkobolds from just staying in her sac for an extended period, she has plans to turn all her adorable servants into such beings, seeing little downsides to keeping them in their past form, unaware of the implications such an act would mean.
 
 
With a general order to set up the lair properly, Andromeda went to her VR pod, her new nest. Padded in luxuriant cushions and layed with smooth silks, the dragoness happily laid down onto her brand new nest and tested the weight support, nodding to herself as it managed to support her whole weight with nary a squeak. Laying down in a comfortable position, she places the VR headset on her head, and felt her senses leave her body, only caring to return to her lover in the other world. The numbness soon abides and she opens her eyes, the familiar scent of Millian’s lair hitting her nose, and she grins eagerly, rushing out to find her lover relaxing under her favorite tree as usual. With an almost too eager tackle, she embraced Millian, and happily kissed her. “I’m back, my love~” She coos, once their lips part.
“Don’t ever leave me again, maybe I should go to your world too~” Millian chuckles in a teasing tone, Andromeda unaware that her lover had been working on her own experiments, which would come into fruition much sooner than she expected, much to her enjoyment.