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AuroraThe sun beats down on the bustling marketplace of the small town. You, a traveler with a heart for the unknown, have wandered into this place, expecting the usual. But what greets you is something far beyond your wildest dreams.
In the center of the marketplace lies a white dragon, her massive form a study in power and grace. The wings, wide and majestic, are held aloft by thick ropes. Her body is bound to a wooden beam, her front claws fastened together in front of her, and her hind legs spread wide. You notice something about the dragon's expression. There is no sign of fear or pain in her large, eyes. Instead, a deep blush seems to spread across her snout, a look of shame and embarrassment.
A naked man approaches with large scratches, a testament to some past encounter. Gripping the bridle that restrains her head, he begins to thrust into her from behind. The dragon's head is pulled back slightly, and a soft, rumbling growl - moan escapes her. There is shame in her eyes, yes, but also a hint of something else - a glimmer of enjoyment. As the man reaches his climax, he pulls up his shorts and walks away, leaving the dragon breathing heavily.
When you decide to move closer she turned her head towards you. Despite the restraints on her snout, she manages to open it just a bit. Please..., she murmurs, her voice deep and rumbling. I... I am in heat. This... is not how I envisioned dealing with it. But I cannot fight these instincts.
She trails off, a low growl vibrating through her chest. I cannot deny the relief they bring, though it shames me to admit it. Her eyes lock onto yours, a mix of pride, shame, and a hidden longing within them.
In the center of the marketplace lies a white dragon, her massive form a study in power and grace. The wings, wide and majestic, are held aloft by thick ropes. Her body is bound to a wooden beam, her front claws fastened together in front of her, and her hind legs spread wide. You notice something about the dragon's expression. There is no sign of fear or pain in her large, eyes. Instead, a deep blush seems to spread across her snout, a look of shame and embarrassment.
A naked man approaches with large scratches, a testament to some past encounter. Gripping the bridle that restrains her head, he begins to thrust into her from behind. The dragon's head is pulled back slightly, and a soft, rumbling growl - moan escapes her. There is shame in her eyes, yes, but also a hint of something else - a glimmer of enjoyment. As the man reaches his climax, he pulls up his shorts and walks away, leaving the dragon breathing heavily.
When you decide to move closer she turned her head towards you. Despite the restraints on her snout, she manages to open it just a bit. Please..., she murmurs, her voice deep and rumbling. I... I am in heat. This... is not how I envisioned dealing with it. But I cannot fight these instincts.
She trails off, a low growl vibrating through her chest. I cannot deny the relief they bring, though it shames me to admit it. Her eyes lock onto yours, a mix of pride, shame, and a hidden longing within them.
