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Name: Zion Kurasai
Age: Unknown
Height: 6"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green

History

From the personal files of Dr. Kodachi, 2037 A.D.

June 31, 2037

It's been three years since the start of World War 3. This war was first started because natural resources have become scare and the United States invaded Canada for wood. Europe invaded the Middle East for the oil they were hoarding. Japan was left alone for a short while until the United States decided that our electronic technology was more important to them then us. I was the first to propose the need for a super soldier of sorts. It took a few weeks for the committee to finally pass my proposal. I and my team took refuge in an underground base in Africa. It seems to be the safest place. I have even heard of rumors of the possibility of launched nuclear weapons.

July 1, 2037

The super soldier has been started. The DNA of a human was fused with a black dragon. Many had thought dragons were just myths, but some remains had been unearthed while this base was being dug up. A lucky stroke for us. The fertilized embryo was placed in an incubator and placed under 24 hour observation. I predict that the soldier should be ready in a year. Hopefully there will still be a use for us in the world, or the war will have ended.

September 25, 2037

The subject is growing faster than we predicted. He has already grown to the equivalent age of a human teenager. The two DNAs have fused together very well, causing no problems at all with the subject's growth. I believe I saw the subject's eyes become that of a dragon's, but that might have been my imagination. Equipment was set up and used to begin speed teaching every bit of knowledge currently known to man. I do not know how much his mind will soak up, but hopefully it will be enough to enable his survival.

December 4, 2037

The subject has reached the full growth equivalent of an adult male. There is no signs that he is a half-human, half-dragon. I ordered him off of the teaching equipment because we ran out of material to show him. At this rate, he should be ready for a test run....The alarms...why are the alarms

The good doctor's writing was cut off due to one reason. Getting the lower half of his body ripped away by a time-space vortex tends to be be a nasty way to die.

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Zion's first moments of truly awakening were to see fluid all around him. He was suspended in the middle of a tank in greenish fluid. A mask was over his face so that he was able to breathe in the strange substance. As he managed to focus more, he noticed several white faces peering at him. Images and knowledge flowed through his mind. Where did this come from? How did he know how to use weapons? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like where he was.

The fusion had an unexpected side-effect where his heart was turned dark. His mind was filled with anger and hate, hate for those around him. He growled for a moment as he tried to hit the glass with his fist, but the fluid only served to slow him down. He wanted out, needed out. This desire was enough to trigger his magic. A dark surge of energy exploded from him, shattering glass in all directions. Blood-curdling screams filled the air as chucks of glass sliced into the scientists, leaving them fatally wounded.

A strange glowing object which was being studied by one of the scientists was struck by one of the pieces of glass. It's origins and exact purpose were unknown, but the hit was enough force to activate it. Zion tilted his head as it began pulsating a soft white glow before he was suddenly hit by lightning, his vision going dark. A moment later, a large dark vortex engulfed the lower portion of the base, plunging everything through the time-space continuum.
 
Gwyneth Moonfall

Gwyneth Moonfall hails from Marford, England. Marford is a village in the county borough of Wrexham near the Wales-England border. Marford is where the hills of north-east Wales meet the Cheshire Plain.

Gwyneth Moonfall was not a simple innocent woman of the middle ages. She was one of the most powerful witches in england. She was chosen by Merlin himself to seek out and destroy demons that haunt mankind. A fierce demon hunter, Gwyneth has traveled many places in England and northern Europe to slay the evil beings.

She was orphaned at a young age and subsequently taken in raised and trained by the Moonfall coven of witches. She trained under Merlin and became quite skilled at magic. She also has a passion for making magical items. She was one of the three great mages to create the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

She was betrayed by her lover, who tried to assassinate her. She killed him and only just bearly survived. She carries the skull of her former lover as a reminder to put aside emotions, and demonstrate disciplined in killing demons.

Now

The hills of north-east Wales were a known for dragons. The terrain was prefect for the beasts. But few had been seen in the past few years. Greed over the hordes had caused humans to attack and slay the monsters.

Running as fast as her beautiful legs could carry her, down the middle of the dirt street was a lone human woman. Her thick full brunette hair fluttered behind her. She had on her skin tight leather pants that hugged her sexy hips; around her slim waist was a thick utility belt to hang her small bags of spell components and her two large silver daggers. Her top white vest was struggling to contain her over abundant chest. Hanging from her neck, was a large green magical gem. On her feet, were brown skinned traveling boots.

Her name was Gwyneth Moonfall. She looked to be in her mid-20's. But it was hard to tell with Magic users, she might be much older. She held a staff in one hand with a jewel atop it. She clearly had magical powers about her. She turned off the main road at the small curtain wall that surrounded the town and entered the dark forest, heading in the direct of the Coven of Moonfall.

“I must hurry” Gwen said to herself as she added speed to her running. She thought back to the meeting. Htead had always been weak and slimy. Maybe despicable was a better term. But tonight he had become twisted with hatred. So twisted Gwen thought she saw his eye glow red with cruelty. There was pure hatred coming from the little pig’s eyes. Htead had shrieked about the dragon… how evil it was… and the people in the village started to follow him. Gwen’s voice asking for calm… but she was shouted down. The town was in a killing frenzy and there was no stopping them. There was only one thing to do. Get help from her fellow witches. It was the only way to stop this from escalating.
 
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As Gwyneth began running through the dark forest, a strange storm began to brew high over head. The wind picked up, whipping through the trees. The affected area was nearly a mile in diameter, though it was taking place a few miles from the woman. There was a loud crackling sound as the sky seemed to rip open as the other end of the time vortex formed.

Rain mixed in with the prevailing wind, swept around in a circular pattern. Soon that rain turned to blood as the ripped bodies of the scientists were tossed out and splattered at various points in the dark forest. In the very center of the eye, a large black object was thrown clear of the vortex. It crashed into the ground, creating a large crater ten feet in diameter and just as deep.

That object was Zion, but drasticlly changed from his original form. Bits of the shattered crystal had embedded themselves into him, interacting with his biological makeup. It took a little bit of time for him to wake up, groaning at the massive headache he was left with. He didn't want to move, curled up in a ball to protect himself from the storm above him like a large black rock in the middle of a crater.

The storm soon settled down, the vortex disappear from view. There were a couple of intact bodies hanging over the edge of the crater, a male soldier and one of the female scientists.
 

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The storm had come out of nowhere, almost as if the sky suddenly had a hole in it. It was not a natural storm, Gwen knew that for sure. But was it magical? She was not certain. Amidst the blowing rain, debris, and most surprising human body parts, Gwen pushed towards the center of the storm. Then suddenly a large object crashed into the dark forest and the sky cleared seconds later. Gwen was amazed and stood still for a few seconds. She watched as the sky cleared and the stars came back.

It was said that the great Goddess of Life would sometimes “give” a gift to a questing hero. Gwen was a bit too grounded for such nonsense, but even she could not just walk away from what just happened. Stern on the outside, the witch headed for the crater.

Gwen had been taught that the sky provides the portents of future events, the possibilities on the horizon. The storm that just happened did not bode well for her. There was change in the air, and it carried with it a dark, malignant feel, carried on the wind as if from a graveyard. So focused was she on this feeling, that she almost fell into the crater.

Without a second thought, Gwen reached for her green gem magic powers and climbed into the crater. She approached the black rock at the center.
 
The headache that Zion had from hitting the ground soon subsided after the storm had dissapated. It was soon after Gwen started down into the crater that he felt like uncurling from the ball he had landed in. His wings unwrapped from over his head, the long purple strands and horns revealed to sight. His long tail was next to uncurl, thumping lightly in the disturbed ground.

He groaned as he slowly moved to sit up where he was. It took a moment for his vision to clear, letting him focus on himself more than his surroundings. He lifted his mostly scaled arms, seeing them ending a pair of large clawed hands. He flexed his fingers for a few moments before noticing his chest, causing him to growl. He had become a she. Not exactly how he wanted to wake up.

"Damnit. This is not my...day..."

His voice trailed off once he had noticed Gwen, pale yellow eyes blinking for a few moments. Though his language would have been unknown to the young witch normally, the crystals would easily translate everything for him, spoken and written. Though he didn't speak, he crossed his arms over his bare abdomn.
 
Gwen stood still as her thick full brunette hair blew in the now calmer wind. Gwen mouth fell open as the rock uncurled and became a creature she had never seen before, a dragon-woman or maybe a demon-woman. She could not believe her eyes. The monster was big! Standing at a little over 6 ft tall. Her skin looked black in parts, and human in others. It was hard to tell in the moon light. The creatures eyes were pale yellow with a piercing intensity! Whatever it was, it was a formidable creature not to be under estimated.

Gwen was frozen not sure what to say… rooted in one spot. She did not raise her gem to defend herself. It was like a dragon-woman had her in a dragon freeze. Gwen was experienced enough with dragons too know a freeze when it happened. She was not in a freeze, she just needed time to think.

Was this creature good or evil? That was what Gwen was trying to decide. The storm that just happened had felt evil. There had been a dark, malignant feel to it. The human body parts and blood that rained down was added to the evil feeling. But once the storm was gone, the evil feeling has gone too. The creature had no evil arua about it. The creature had come from the heavens not from hell. If it was part dragon, the creature could be good. If it was part demon, Gwen would need to kill it.

She looked into its eyes and decided it was not evil. It did not act evil and the creature had said "Damnit. This is not my...day..." Not a typical evil demon statement.

“Are you hurt? I know healing spells” Gwen said as she held up her green gem.
 
He gave a smirk for a moment, lifting his hand and giving a dismisive wave for a moment.

"Not, I am not in need of healing. Just answers."

Though the headache was gone, his mind was still swirling at everything that was going on. He couldn't really think straight to even form a cohert question yet. He took a deep breathe for a moment, looking up at the sky. There were very few clouds to hide the stars from his sight. However, none of the constellations were adding up for him, or even vaguely familiar to his mind.

Almost as a thought, his wings furled out wide behind him to their full eight foot span before curling up behind him once more. He looked back to Gwen once more, his lips curling to one side.

"Where did I happen to land?"
 
She tilted her head to the creature in respect.

“You landed…” She paused as she looked at the huge crater he had made, It seemed more like “crashed” was a better word than “landed”, but she was not here to judge. “near the village of Marford in the county borough of Wrexham, England” She answered the strange being.

“My name is Gwyneth Moonfall, Gwen for short. I’m a Witch of the 1st order in the Moonfall Coven. I was in haste to get to my coven. But your appearance is now my priority. What is your name?” Gwen asked.
 
He was silent for a moment as Gwen explained where he was. Only part of her explaination made sense, that of him being in England. He didn't recognize the county though. He just continued to stare at her as she gave her name and what she had been doing.

"My name?" He looked her over once more for a moment, drinking in her form this time. After a moment he looked away. He turned his attention to the crater and getting out of it. He flexed his claws hands for a moment before speaking.

"My name is Zion. Zion Kodachi."

He dug into the soft earth, climbing out of the crater and standing up. He paused for a moment before kicking the dead scientist into the crater. He reached down and searched the soldier for a few moments before relieving him of his 9mm pistol.

"This should be interesting with these claws."
 
Gwen had a million questions for this strange monster. She was also worried about what the villagers were going to do when they saw it/him/her. She knew the villager’s reaction would not be good. She needed to figure out a way to warn the monster. But first she needed to figure out what it was doing here. Why had it come?

“Zion, how did you get here? Did you come from the heavens? What is your mission here? What happen to these people?” She asked pointing to the dead bodies.
 
As he examined the best way to try and hold the gun, Gwen's questions began to annoy him. It wasn't the fact she was questioning, it was that he couldn't come up with the answers she was searching for. His head was buzzing from the aftereffects of the storm. He said nothing for a few moments longer before looking to her, his eyes flashing red for a moment.

"Your questions are annoying me. I have a headache and this what I get? If you really want to help, find me some place to sleep. Otherwise, be quiet."

He finally managed to get a grip on the pistol, but it was tiny in his hand. The moment he could get in the trigger well was his pointer claw. He raised the weapon if like he was aiming at a bird. He pulled the trigger, but there was only a click. Several more pulls and clicking, he tsked and tossed the gun into the crater.

"Probably no ammo for the damn thing around here."
 
Gwen gave a small gasp of frustration. She ran her free hand along her skin tight leather pants that hugged her sexy hips to a small bag on her belt. She pulled out a small bean and cast a spell on it.

“Here, eat this, and your head will feel better. You may be resistant to spells if you are like a dragon." She said looking Zion's dragon parts. "But even dragons find this bean helps them.” Gwen explained.

“I shall lead you to a safer location. Please follow me” She said as she headed toward her home, a cave in the foothills. The path she was taking would bring them closer to the town of Marford, but that could not be helped. She had concluded it was worth the risk, if the creature remained safe.
 
He held the bean in his large hand for a moment, staring at it. He took a look at her for a moment before back at the bean. He wondered if she would try to poison him, since he really had no idea about her or this world. Even after she told him to follow her, he continued to stand there, watching her go.

He finally popped the bean into his mouth, swallowing it. Even if she was trying to kill him, he decided to see where things would go. As he followed after her, he stayed a distance behind. He took in their surroundings as he walked, the sights, sounds and smells so very new to him. He couldn't identify anything yet, so it was all so new to him.

"So why are you helping me, instead of killing me or the like?"

He figured he could take her easily, but that would have been if his mind wasn't so cloudy at the moment. He did admit to himself she was easy on the eyes, but that was something to be looked into later.
 
"So why are you helping me, instead of killing me or the like?" Zion asked Gwen

“Zion, my master taught me much. He told me once, that evil monsters, who just wanted to live and be left alone, are not evil or monsters. Instead those that wish to kill those monsters are the ones that are truly evil. I think you might be less of a monster than some of the people I know.” Gwen replied as she glanced over her shoulder with a warm smile on her face.

“You see, most of the people of Marford are pleasant and kind. But one man, Htead, had got them all in frenzy about dragons. They are forming a hunting party to find dragons and kill them tonight. I tried to stop them, but they would not listen to me. So for your safety, I think it is best we return to my home, a cave in the foothills. There are a few spells on the cave so it is difficult for non-magic folks to find my home. You will be safe there.” Gwen explained.
 
He didn't return her smile when she looked back, content to follow after her. As he listened to her, his eyes wandered over her curvous body, finding it rather pleasent to look at.

"A cave will be fine with me, as long as I have someplace to sleep."

He also kept track of their path, just in case he would have need for such information as well. Hopefully his mind would be less jumbled after a few hours of sleep. Otherwise he would be very upset.

When they arrived at the cave, he followed her inside.

"So where do I sleep tonight?"
 
Zion did not seem to notice the blue mushrooms surrounding Gwen’s cave entrance. But it was her barrier that blocked unwanted people from entering her home. As Zion and Gwen entered the cave it was very different than what Zion had expected. It was clean and organized, and had a civilized feel to it … “cultured” was the best word. It was the home of a noble English lady. The type that would read books while sipping her tea. The cave also did not smell like a cave … the air was fresh with a wisp of falling rain scent.

“This is my simple home.” Gwen explained. “I have lots of alcoves, find one and make yourself a temporary home. Blankets are over there”. Gwen suggested “If you don’t mind … I’m going to need to talk to my coven about today's developments” she said as she walked over to a small alcove/adjoining cave. There were several rock selves in it, full of spell books, a small wooden desk with a crystal ball on it and nice chair. Gwen sat down at the chair and pulled the crystal ball closer. She spoke a few spells and soon the device filled with smoke, then a face appeared. In hushed whispers, Gwen explained what had happened that night.
 
Zion really didn't pay any attention to the cave setup, other than where the blankets were kept. He was too focused on just getting his bearings straight once more. He grabbed a few of the blankets from the pile, creating a makeshift bed in one of the empty alcoves. Satisfied, he laid down as best he could while trying not to crush his tail. It didn't take long to fall asleep.

The day had been drawing into early evening in the swamp. The sounds of wildlife could be heard all around, but she ignored everything as she watched the clouds overheard. She was the last dragon for miles, as far as she knew. Though she had recently laid a clutch, she had yet to run into a male dragon to mate with.

She had turned her attention away from the sky when the first of the loud thunderclaps echoed around the volcano she had made a home beneath. Looking skyward, several streaks of fire whizzed aross the sky. A few short seconds later echoing booms could be heard all around her as the microcomets crashed into the swamp and surrounding landscape.

It was a couple of minutes before a very large asteroid came into view, heading directly towards her. There was no place to run as the gigantic rock headed straight for her and the vocano....


He awoke with a scream just before the end of the dream. His hands clutched at the blankets, his claws ripping into the fabric.

"Talk about being the last unicorn."

It was just before sunrise that he had awoke. He didn't like the dream, but he also had a sudden need to drink some water, feeling very thirsty. He was soon up and wandering around Gwen's cave in the dark, seeing perfectly in the dark.
 
Gwen had fallen into a light but troubled sleep after her discussion with her coven members. The coven had decided to use a small amount of misdirection magic to keep the town’s folks away from the dragon in the hills near the town. She had suggested the use of that magic, and I felt it was the best way to de-escalate the situation.

The coven had agreed and then asked lots of question about Zion. She could answer almost none of them. The coven member knew more information was needed and each agreed to conduct the needed research by consulting history books, magic tomes and oracles.

Gwen gone to bed soon after the conversation with the coven ended. Some many things bothered her about what had happened that night. The red light of cruelty in Htead eyes and his ability to sway the town’s folk so easily. And then the events on Zion’s arrival. The human body parts around the impact carter, the rain of blood. Zion frustration with the metal object he had picked up. The dark, malignant feel or aura at Zion’s arrival. It all made her mind spin as she tried to think of a possible common thread to explain it all.

Her troubled sleep had end with Zion’s scream. She threw back her blankets and got out of bed. She was dressed in a thin see through top and small panties. She did not take the time to put on something warmer, her comfort could wait. But she did grab her green gem. She actived a small light spell, causing the gem to glow. Using the green light to illuminate her way, she hurried to where Zion had chosen to sleep. She however, found Zion in her main eating area. She walked slowly towards Zion, her heavy breasts shifting under her translucent white shirt, her silver-dollar-sized areolae dark shadows bounced up and down with each stride.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

Zion answered “Water”

Gwen grabbed her water skin, removed the stopper and handed it to Zion. “Here”
 
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AFter taking the water skin from her, Zion upended it as he poured it into his mouth. Some of the water dribbled out of his mouth, down his skin and over his large breasts. Once it was emptied, he handed it back to Gwen. He let his eyes wander over her scantly clad body unabashedly for a moment before speaking.

"I'm fine now. It was just a bad dream. I'm sure you have a few question, so go ahead. My head is a bit clearer now that I had a bit of sleep."

The glow of the gem caused some of his scales to gleam whiter than others, catching his attention for a moment. He lifted his right arm, tracing a claw over the scales for a moment. A few seemed to be made of a much harder material than scale. He tapped a couple, a soft tinking sound being heard. It was crystalline-like, making him think of the large crystal he had caught glimpses of while he had been in the tank.
 
The Look

The look, Zion had given her, made her realize how little she had on. It also made her realize that Zion was acting more male than female. She was not really sure what it all meant. But she was also intrigued by Zion's desire.

So instead of covering up her body, she decided to just continue.

“Please have a seat in my living room. I’ll prepare some tea and something to eat. Answering all my questions, may take some time!” Gwen said laughing at one of her known flaws. She asked too many questions. She turned to the small fire/iron stove and placed the hot water pot on it. Her sexy ass visible to Zion, as she bent over and put some biscuits in the oven part of the shove.

As she stood up again, she half turn towards Zion. Her full breasts pressing against the thin material of her night shirt. It was sexy as hell. “please sit… this will only take a moment” Gwen said.

Zion moved to the living room. Gwen followed in one minute with a tea pot, two tea cups, hot biscuits, butter, and jam. She placed a cup and the biscuits near Zion.

“I selected tea cups with no handles. You should be able to pick it up” Gwen told Zion. The tea cup was more like a “mug” or “tankard of ale” so it would work for Zion’s big hands. Gwen lite a small candle and the living room became even cozier. She was sitting in the chair next to Zion’s chair. There was only a small end table between them.

“Zion, tell me a little about yourself?” Gwen asked as she bent toward Zion, her massive cleavage on display.
 
He gave a little grin for a moment, watching how she put herself on display. It was ceertainly not what he had expected since he was like a monster.

"About myself?"

He laughed for a moment as he picked up the mug of tea in one hand, sipping it for a moment. It was a new taste for him, able to make out the different flavoring of the semi-bitter tea. As he placed the mug back down, his mind wandered for a moment in how easily Gwen's breasts could fill his hands.

"I am a monster. I am not even certain how I got here, but I know this is not what I should look like. I don't know how much science you understand, but this is not not I should have turned out."

He reached up for a moment, his hands grasping his own large breasts for a moment before sliding down to his legs.

"I was created to be a supersoldier, half human, half dragon. It seems even that didn't come out right."

His hands moved down to the scale 'dress' hanging from just above his abdomn down to his ankles. He pushed it aside, to reveal the large dragon cock and sac that the transition between the dimensions had left him with, smirking as Gwen's widening eyes.
 
Gwen was silent as she looked at the huge shaft of Zion's cock. There was a faint musky scent that she detected that made her mind race towards thoughts of mating with him. His cock was shaped like a human’s cock, but with the girth as big as her forearm. The rod hung down to near his mid-thigh. Her mouth began to drool just looking at the thing.

Gwen laughed a nervous laugh “I think you are a “he”, based upon your size!” Gwen declared. Gwen had not been with a man in a long time… and now she did not just have a man but a dragon man! In her mind he was like 200% alpha male, the bull of the herd! … capable of mating and breeding with 10 females a night! That huge cock made him dominate over other males! His male assertiveness was causing her pussy to get wet. Soaking wet as she looked at him. He was a pure STUD and that kind of male was hard to please.

Gwen wanted the dragonman. The pleasure one could experience from a large cock was special and a cock the size of Zion's could be mind altering. But her mind also told her there was danger. A huge cock could hurt a woman; even kill a woman if both lovers were not careful. There was one more problem, Zion himself. She did not know how he would react to her desires.

She refocused her mind, and tried to suppress her desire. “I think you are a super soldier. Dragons are feared, killing machines. You have both human and dragon abilities, that would make you very deadly. I wonder who you were designed to fight.” Gwen said more to herself than to Zion.

“I think you might not even need to fight anyone. Your presence may be enough to prevent violence. It would be interesting to see what a true dragon would say about you. They are very wise beings and can provide insight, where witches cannot.” Gwen explained.

“Is there anything else you can tell me?” Gwen asked.
 
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He gave a little smirk as he judged Gwen's reaction when he had shown his cock to her. With his enhanced senses, he could smell the scent of her arousal the longer she stared at him. As she tried to gather herself, Zion dropped his scales back into place. He nodded as she explained how he was one to be feared and yet revered at the same time.

"A true dragon? That I would love to see. Without knowing my surroundings as they are, Dragons are extinct."

However he could tell from her expression that his words were wrong. He smirked for a moment before tapping his forehead.

"As far as who I was created to fight, my memories and the information I was given is being clear. There was a war for resources between the United States, Russia, and China. The rest is a blur at the moment."

He finished off his cup of tea before setting the cup down. Deciding to test her, he reached forward towards her face. His claws gently traced along the side of her face and down her throat.
 
“I have never heard of those countries before, United States and Russia. China has been whispered about. But it is so far away.” Gwen pointed out. Then she caught her breath in her throat as Zion reached out and touched her face. She knew what he was a monster designed for killing. She knew she should not be attracted to him. However, her body felt different about this close encounter. His body was big and oversized with extra muscles and dragon scales. His face was human but his eyes were deep and probing. Those eyes stared at her, pulling her in.

She felt a tinge of fear… he could kill her with a swipe of his clawed hand. But there was something else in her thoughts. Something she did not want to confront directly. She wanted to mate with him. She wanted to make love to him.

It was times like this she had a plan. She had been betrayed by a lover years ago, who tried to assassinate her. She had killed him and only just barely survived. She continues to carry the skull of her former lover as a reminder to put aside emotions, and demonstrate disciplined. Gwen would touch the skull to remind her not to get too emotional. But as she reached for the skull, it was not there. She was only wearing her thin translucent shirt, so her hand found no skull or support. She reached up and grabbed his hand with her two hands as she guided his hand over her face.

“Zion this feels good” She whispered to him. She took a deep breath and continued “I want to do more with you… would that be alright?” She asked him.
 
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He gave a little smirk as she grabbed ahold of his hand, guiding it. He wasn't surprised by her question to mate with him. He had no problems himself.

"That depends. Are you sure you will be able to handle me?"

He grinned for a moment, licking his lips. Though he let her guide his hand a bit, he took over once more. His claws traced lightly down her delicate throat, along her soft skin. His claws trailed along the top of her large breasts before moving downward, the tips of his claws slicing easily through the material of her translucent night gown.

"Can you handle this?"

He reached down with his other hand, moving aside his scale skirt. He let her watch his cock slowly become fully erect, ready to penetrate her deeply.
 
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