All that had been needed was a way to consistently survive the mating, and it had been a simple matter to procure talismans that allowed a woman to temporarily grow to a size large enough to accomodate a dragon. No need to worry about being eaten.” She had smiled, perhaps attempting to console Swyena, who must have looked nervous to her. She wanted to do more things with that cock than she knew how to put a name to, but in the sight of other the Dragonbrides who supervised her rise into their order, she had only done as she was told was neccessary. The first step was to lie down, as had been emphasized many times to her by her teacher. Dumin’s cock twitched, making her belly deform, her broken ribs moving with it in a way that made her groan and touch her clit. The flare at the tip of his cock swelled, and she felt more sweet pain as it stretched her just below her womb, locking itself deep inside her.
