Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl Apr 2026

“No…” she snarled. “I am not your womb.”

For three heartbeats, Kyri let the factory claim her. Let the tentacles thrust, let the oil flood her, let her own shaft harden to full, aching length. She moaned—loud, real, shattering. And in that moment of orgasmic surrender, she shifted again.

She curled around them, her body a warm fortress, and for the first time in a century, she slept without dreaming of iron. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl

Good , she thought. Let it think I’m a broken tool returning to the womb.

“You are not weapons,” Kyri told them. “You are heirs.” “No…” she snarled

“The end of your lineage,” she said. “And the beginning of mine.” The Alons Factory collapsed into a crater of rust and silence. Kyri flew home on wings that dripped molten starlight, the Emberstone beating in time with her twin hearts.

Her body became a mouth. A consuming void. The tentacles that penetrated her were devoured from the inside out. The oil turned to ash in her veins. The factory screamed as Kyri absorbed its metal-flesh, its nerve-coils, its stolen souls. She grew larger, darker, her phallus now a serpent of obsidian that pierced the Chamber’s ceiling and drank the factory’s core-drain directly. She moaned—loud, real, shattering

Kyri stepped forward, letting her pheromones bloom. The foreman’s ocular stalks trembled. She reached up, cupped its main lens, and spoke in the old dragon-tongue: Yield.

She slid into the vent.