The dragon futa grunted with pleasure, first from the persistent stroking of her new plaything, and then from the intrusion of the tiefling's nimble digits into her cleft. She hissed at the intrusion, redoubling her efforts to claim the little morsel's mouth, her hands gripping the tiefling's horns as her hips bucked with increasing need into their tight wet mouth, using the orifice as a tool for their own desire.<br/><br/>After a moment of this rough congress, the dragoness felt her passion starting to redouble, burning through her as she felt seed beginning to build within her tightly constricted shaft. She responded to this desire by widening her stance in a distinctly unladylike fashion as she slung a sandaled leg across the arm of her wooden throne, widening her stance to give her little pet better access to her now rapidly flushing womanhood.<br/><br/>A thick stream of juices pouring from her open hole, complimenting the constant stream of precum that emerged from her shaft into her pet's mouth. The twin juiced flowed together in a small river that coated her shaft, slit, and asshole. Verzanth was quickly becoming a hot sticky mess, and this arousal could only be placed with the nimble little thief that had sought to sneak into her domain.  She felt the rapidly rising hunger within her, and knew that simple oral could not hope hope to slake this fury, nor seal the desire welling within her.<br/><br/>Without a single word, she rose from the throne, her incredible strength brushing aside her pet, and then tossing them roughly up onto the recently vacated spot, slamming her against the still warm and sticky seat. She turned on the tiefling, offering a serpentine grin as she spoke, her words husky and full of a deep unquenchable hunger.<br/><br/>"Your honeyed tongue satisfies little morsel, as I knew it would, but I have a desire for more than silken tongue and throat, or even your playful little digits. I desire a true joining, a connection strong enough to make you my servant in deed as well as word. I will break you in half, and knit you back together in my poison. Remake you as my agent in this world, reborn by my hand. The pain will be...exquisite."<br/><br/>She moved up between the tiefling's thighs, her strong hands repositioning the tiefling to sit on the edge of the throne, holding her there as the massive, spit and cum soaked dragon cock came into range, still pulsing with an angry desire, its color like the leaves of the deep forest. As she began to thrust inside, Verzanth's hands gripped the throne above them, her talons digging deep welts into the wood as her skin began to change, her flesh turning the same green as her glorious green cock, her body growing more scaled, her body reptilian. As she pushed her way inside Belial's waiting hole, the size of the prodigious cock began to pulse, gradually growing larger and larger inside of their already stretched tight womanhood.<br/><br/>Green magic pulsed from the dragon to her pet, flashing across their skin, transforming them gradually, adapting Belial to meet the dragon's needs, adapting them to take the ever growing member within them. Around them, Verzanth's wings flared, roughly pushing away the fortunes of the cave as they sought room in the narrow space. It was unclear just how large she intended to grow, but she was already the size of a large pony, and still gaining in size. She did not remain still during this process either, still moving into and out of her little morsel, hissing her pleasure with each slow, steady thrust. The dragon fucked her slave with a slow rhythm, clearly savoring each moment, building up to her own release, unmindful of her mate's pleasure.