Verzanth hissed with pleasure as her draconic form continued to grow, at last reaching the stature of a warhorse, dwarfing her pet in every dimension. She was massive and beautiful to behold, with scales of forest green that glimmered in iridescent shades as she shifted and moved, glimmering in the low cave light and casting Belial in a shower of  brilliant prismatic hues. Her draconic wings flared outward with the promise of flight, flapping gently and caressing the lovers with a light breeze.<br/><br/>The features of the beast were distinctly non human, but with a narrow refined cast that evoked her formerly elvish features. The drill across her head flexed anxiously as she mated Belial, quivering with desire. Deadly poison dripped from her fangs, causing the wood around the tiefling to his as it burned through the quickly disintegrating furniture.<br/><br/>Her heavy claws dug into earth and wood, leaving deep ruts in the earth around them as the wood under her grip cracked and tore with every motion.<br/><br/>Even her tail was not idly, slipping nimbly between the two and slowly beginning to worm its thick heft between the tiefling’s buttocks, sliding unbidden into her backward gate.<br/><br/>As to the shaft, it was quite simply tremendous, it's ever thickening length sliding through Belial's distended womanhood with a force that shook the throne upon which they sat, threatening with each stroke to tear it asunder. Verzanth took her roughly, her larger draconic form just a shadow of her full glory, and yet still powerful enough to break her mate in half.<br/><br/>As her excitement grew, the shaft betwixt the supplicant's thighs thickened at its midpoint. forming a heavy know that held the dragon there as she took her pleasure from the mortal, making her thrusts shorter but more frenzied in motion, even as the draconic snout leaned over the thief, and her great maw captured the tiefling's lips, capturing them in a surprisingly gentle kiss, which ended with a great exhalation from the dragon, filling the tiefling's lungs with a great tumult of toxic fumes, enough to end any creature, but channeled now through the dragon’s magic.<br/><br/>At the same time, her great and monstrous cock shuddered, pouring what seemed like gallons of dragon cum into the pet's needful slit, past what their womb could carry, until the cum sprayed out from around the shaft, coating them both in the thick viscous creme. Grunting with her satisfaction at the release, and tearing the throne fully asunder ln her passion.<br/><br/><strong>DM: Belial takes at least 13 points of poison damage, more than sufficient to kill her in one hit. The magic of the dragon however, returns this HP to her, but leaves her unconscious and exhausted. <br/><br/>Belial is now a level 2 sorcerer. </strong><br/><br/>Once her passions were sated, Verzanth gathered up her little morsel, and with surprising gentleness placed her upon a mossy hill in her lair, leaving them to rest and recuperate from their mating, as the pair stayed connect by her turgid, unyielding shaft.<br/><br/>She watched with pride as draconic scales began to work their way across the tiefling's bare flesh, the first signs of the draconic pact they had made. This one would be a most entertaining project, and a useful tool in her war against the other dragons.<br/><br/>Still in her full draconic glory, Verzanth wrapped herself around her new pet, falling into a deep restful sleep, and plotting the next stage of her ventures. This pet might prove useful indeed.