The sound was low. Not loud enough for her to hear. The private amusement of a man who has found something funny. Who has found a dragon — an ancient, powerful, imperial dragon — muttering in her sleep about an itch.
He walked forward.
Into the hair. Into the bushes. His hands went to the lips. The pussy lips. The labia. He parted. The hair — the thick, long, silky hair — moved. The lips — thick, full, the inner flesh visible — opened. The opening — the vaginal opening, the entrance — was visible. Wet. Not from arousal. From the steam. From the heat. From the moisture of the cave. The flesh was pink. Healthy. The inner walls glistened.
He entered.
His whole body. Not his cock. His body. He walked. Into the pussy. The opening — large, proportionate to her body, large enough for a human to walk into — accepted him. The walls — wet, slick, the flesh soft and yielding — were around him. The heat — the body heat, the dragon’s body heat, the temperature that was ten degrees above human — enveloped him. The smell — the musk, the dragon musk, the ancient, primal, overwhelming scent — filled his nostrils.
He removed his clothes.
Inside. In the canal. His coat came off. His shirt came off. His trousers came off. His boots came off. The clothes — dropped, abandoned — fell to the floor of the canal. The canal — the vaginal canal, the passage that was the width of a hallway and the height of a room — was around him. The walls — pink, wet, the flesh alive and responsive — pulsed. The heartbeat — her heartbeat, the dragon’s heartbeat, the deep, slow, powerful rhythm — vibrated through the flesh. Through the walls. Through him.
He realized.
She was being too rude.
Lying like a dragon. Taking a smoke bath. Not a care. Not a worry. The arrogance of an empress. The arrogance of a being who had ruled for a hundred years and who believed — truly, deeply, unshakeably believed — that nothing could touch her. That nothing could enter her lair. That nothing could reach her. That she was safe. That she was untouchable. That she was — above.
Raven stroked his cock.
His hand went to his shaft. The cock — hard, erect, twelve inches, the head swollen, the veins prominent — was in his hand. He stroked. Up. Down. The motion was slow. Deliberate. The motion of a man who is aroused and who is in a place that arouses him further and who is taking his time.
He felt her pussy.
From within. His other hand — his left hand — went to the wall. The vaginal wall. The flesh. He touched. His fingers pressed. The flesh — soft, wet, warm — yielded. The texture — smooth, slick, the surface like silk — was against his fingertips. He stroked. The wall. The inner flesh. The place that no human had ever touched.
He stroked his cock.
Against the softness. His cock — his hand on the shaft — pressed against the wall. The head — the dark, swollen head — touched the flesh. The sensation — the heat, the wetness, the softness — on his cock. He stroked. Up. Down. The cock moved against the wall. The friction — wet, slick, the lubrication of the canal — was minimal. The sensation was — pleasure. The soft, yielding, warm flesh against his cock.
He came.
The orgasm was not loud. Not dramatic. The quiet, intense release of a man who has been stroking and who has reached the peak. The cock throbbed. The shaft pulsed. The head swelled. The seed — thick, white, hot — erupted. Not into the canal. Against the wall. The semen — the human semen, the seed of a being whose mana was oceanic — hit the flesh. The dragon’s flesh. The inner wall. The sperm — the cells, the genetic material — made contact.
The system popped.
The blue window. The text. The notification. The window appeared before his eyes. In the canal. In the dark. In the wet, warm, pulsing space.
[Target Identified: Empress Seraphina of Valdoria]
[Semen Analysis: Compatible]
[Adjusting cock size to fit targeted candidate...]
[Adjustment Complete]
[New Ability Unlocked: Size Modulation]
Raven smirked.
The system. The adjustment. The cock — his cock — had been modified. Not permanently. Not in its default state. In its active state. When aroused. When erect. When he chose. The cock would — grow. Expand. Match. The size of the target. Whatever the target. Whatever the size. The cock would adapt.
The dragon’s pussy. The canal that was the width of a hallway. The passage that could accommodate a human body. The cock would match. The cock would grow. The cock would become — big enough.
He angled.
His cock head — still wet, still dripping, the semen on the tip — angled. Toward the wall. Toward the flesh. Toward the cervix. Deep within. The cervix — the dragon’s cervix, the opening to the womb, the gate — was there. Ahead. In the dark. He could feel it. The mana — the resonance, the dragon’s mana — pulsed from that point.
He humped.
His hips thrust forward. The motion was — small. Human. Insignificant. In the canal. Against the walls. The thrust of a man whose cock is in a space that is too large.
The system activated.
[Size Modulation: Active]
His body grew.
Not gradually. Not slowly. Instantly. The mana surged. The energy — the vast, oceanic, incomprehensible energy — flowed. Through his body. Into his cells. Into his bones. Into his muscles. Into his flesh. The body expanded. The height. The width. The mass. His human frame — six feet, two inches — doubled. Tripled. Quadrupled. His body became — enormous. The size of the dragon. The size that matched her. The size that was proportionate.
His cock grew.
With the body. The cock — twelve inches, human-proportioned — expanded. The shaft thickened. The head swelled. The length increased. The cock became — enormous. The size that matched the canal. The size that matched the pussy. The size that was proportionate to a dragon.
He slammed.
PAAAH—
The cock went forward. Into the canal. The walls — which had been loose, open, unstimulated — were suddenly filled. Stretched. The cock — the enormous, dragon-sized cock — filled the canal. The head pressed against the cervix. The opening. The gate. The cock pushed. The cervix — which had never been penetrated, which had never been touched, which had been sealed for a hundred years — resisted.
Then broke.
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH—!!!"
The scream.
The Empress’s scream. The sound that came from her throat — the dragon’s throat, the ancient, powerful throat that had commanded armies — was not a command. Was not a roar. Was not a threat. It was a scream. A scream of pain. A scream of shock. A scream of violation. A scream of a being who has been penetrated for the first time. In a hundred years of life. In a century of power. Never. Never had anyone—
Her eyes opened.
Wide. The sea-green. The pupils — vertical, slitted — dilated. The whites showed. The lids — scaled — pulled back. The brows — the scaled brows — shot up. Her mouth opened. The tongue — long, thick, the tongue of a dragon — came out. The scream — the sustained, piercing, earth-shaking scream — continued.
Her hymen.
Broken. The dragon’s hymen. The seal that had been there for a hundred years. The membrane that had protected the cervix. The barrier that had never been breached. The blood came. Not thin. Not human. The dragon’s blood — dark, thick, almost black — came. From the cervix. From the torn membrane. Down the canal. Around the cock. The dark blood on the dark shaft. The thick, viscous fluid pooling. Dripping.
The cock plunged.