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Tentacles of braided steel and flesh erupted from the walls. They did not strike to kill. They struck to penetrate —seeking every orifice, every scale-gap. Kyri roared and shifted full dragon, filling the chamber with jagged wings and a maw of star-fire. She bit through three tentacles, then four. But the factory adapted, wrapping her hind legs, forcing her down.

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

“I always come,” Kyri said.

It did. With a wet sigh, its maintenance hatch opened, revealing a pulsing core of red light. Kyri mounted it without hesitation—not in cruelty, but in dominance. She drove herself into the core’s interface socket, and the foreman convulsed, its consciousness flooding into her. For a moment, she felt the factory’s vast, lonely hunger: a mind that had forgotten it was once a man. Tentacles of braided steel and flesh erupted from the walls

The tunnel contracted around her. Hot, oily, alive. Ridges of soft iron pressed against her scales, and somewhere in the dark, a low hum vibrated through her bones. The factory was tasting her. Kyri roared and shifted full dragon, filling the