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“Please face the camera!”

“Oh! Right away!”

“You are Claire, a fluffy 24-year-old female orange dragon. 1.75 meters or 5'9’’ tall. You are another ambassador from the other world who is registering as a pilot to build relations. Commendable combat capabilities, but an above-average physique are the requirements. So far, you have met these prerequisites. Please take your badge, locker key, and Cyrpus to the receptacle in front of you and head to the information desk. After that, you can get suited and head to the runway. You will most likely be assigned to a recon mission with your partnered DA. If there are any questions about the mission or the DA, please find anyone wearing a high-level red ID on the runway.”

“Thank you!”

In a mountainside research base of Geo 96, an orange dragon named Claire registers herself as a Drive Armor pilot to further improve relations with Drac Tech. A certain gray cat had already been doing some work before her, but it didn’t hurt if Claire’s world decided to help out even more. So now she had found herself in the tallest mountain ranges of Athltea where the special flying class of Drive Armors would be stationed. These flying-class DAs would be called Aether Drive Armor, or ADA for short. Their designs are based on flying dragons, coming with all kinds of variants and different uses. For now, the only ADAs present in Geo 96 were its Wyvern Type.

The capabilities of the ADA were similar to that of fighter jets and had equal speed and acceleration to them. But that would be where their similarities stop as the way ADAs and fighter jets functioned were totally different. Of course, like all other drive armors, they are fueled by reproductive fluids and would usually need a pilot to operate. The way they fly is also quite strange as their wings contain the synthesized glands of a special Lumix jellyfish that allows them to float above water. Using these synthesized glands, they are able to levitate themselves before using boosters to propel themselves.

Their method of attack is also quite unorthodox as not only would they use their sharp talons as weapons but also use their sturdy spear-like head as a lance to ram into their target. They are capable of this at Mach 1, but they are always careful not to go full speed in case of crashing. Another oddity is their lack of Lumix harvesting tanks as their body was made to be lightweight while storing as much fuel as possible. So if they had gone on a Lumix hunting mission, they would need another DA with them that could clean up afterwards.

“Wow… Then I wonder what kind of monsters are out there to necessitate such an invention.”

“Our world is… very dangerous, to say the least. But do not worry as our DAs were made to specifically counter the Lumix threats. Now with the brief introduction of our Wyvern Class out of the way, would you like me to guide you to the changing room?”

“I think I can find it myself.”

“Ah. It's just to the left of this room. You should see a sign that points to it.”

After acquainting herself with a bit of information about the ADAs, Claire heads to the changing room to put on her Cyrpus. And as Claire headed to the changing room, she couldn't help but marvel at the work they were doing in Gep 96. She would pass by many testing rooms with all kinds of DAs inside of them as well as weapon testing ranges. Claire did wonder where they would be researching the Lumixes, but she immediately deduced that they probably do it somewhere more secure and not in such an accessible place. The dragon eventually reached the changing room which was similar to a gym locker room and even had many cabinets for her to store her stuff.

“Hoo… Okay… From what I've heard from Kitt, this thing is sort of a latex suit. I wonder what it feels like? And most importantly, it better work with my underwear on.”

After placing her only belongings, a wallet and her phone, in a locker, Claire heads inside a stall to strip. Once every piece of fabric was undone, Claire’s beautiful body was on display. Despite her fluffy and furry appearance, Claire was fairly fit underneath her fur. She wasn't super muscular, but it did allow her to retain a more feminine form, soon to be accentuated by the Cyrpus as Claire presses it onto the chest. The moment that Cyrpus made contact with Claire’s body, it quickly melted into black latex, enveloping the dragon's chest before slowly working its way down.

Claire maintained her composure through the process as she already expected what was happening. The feeling of the cool latex squirming around her body did tickle a little, causing her to twitch and bend her legs together when the goo crept under her breasts and reached her thighs. The sensations became even more overwhelming when the suit began to tighten around Claire’s curves and crevices, but it was thankfully harmless and far less stimulating than if she didn't have her underwear underneath the suit. Her wings and tail were wrapped in latex which Claire didn't approve of as they were her most sensitive parts. Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about it.

It only took a minute for the whole transformation to take place, and once finished, Claire was suited up with many light armor plates and a pair of tough boots, giving her far more confidence than if she was simply wearing a skin-tight latex suit.

“Wait, aren't I supposed to be given some sort of gun? Or am I really just going to pilot? Oh well, let's head to the hanger and check if that's the case.”

Now suited, it was time for Claire to head to the hangar, passing by some other scientists and pilots in the process before arriving at the giant runway. And immediately after arriving Claire could see all kinds of aircraft and ADAs on standby along with pilots and mechanics tending or boarding each one. The place was also very loud due to all the work happening around Claire which hindered her ability to find any scientist with a red ID she was tasked to look for so she could be introduced to her partner. But as Claire wandered around looking for anyone she could ask, she was caught off guard when an ADA with a gray military camo paint job in the distance was seemingly staring her down.

“(Is that thing… Looking at me? I can't really tell. These guys don't have any visible eyes.)”

The ADA that was looking at her was very unnerving, so she quickly looked away and continued to find a scientist with a red ID. However, even after asking a mechanic and being pointed in a direction where she could find the specific scientist, Claire was still unable to find someone who could help her. Claire eventually thought about returning to the information desk for guidance until she felt heavy footsteps behind her followed by a giant shadow. The sight petrified Claire, allowing whatever was behind her to suddenly snap a collar onto her neck, allowing it to communicate with her.

“(Hey, are you new around here? You seem a little lost. And if you're a new recruit, you might be who I was tasked to train.)”

“(Eek! Who is that! Who are you! What's on my neck! Ahhhh!!!)”

“(Ow! Don't shout when communicating telepathically!)”

Despite the loud sounds in the hangar, Claire was quivering from the collar suddenly worn around her neck along with the strangely charismatic yet commanding voice that popped up in her head. She was panicking on the inside but frozen on the outside. Swallowing out of fright yet still brave enough to act, Claire slowly turned around, finding the ADA with the gray camp who was staring at her right behind her back, causing her to yelp and stumble embarrassingly.

“Ahh! Who are you!”

“(Easy there, recruit. I know the hangar is loud at the moment, but the noise should be subsiding any moment.) About… now.”

“Y-You are an ADA, correct? And did you place this collar on my neck?”

“Here, let me take off the Synolar for the time being. Sorry, it was hard to talk with all the noise.”

“A-A tentacle…”

“Haven't seen one before? You'll be seeing lots of it in this line of work. Anyway, my name is A-304, or Aeon as people would like to call me due to my lengthy service. What's your name, orange sunset~?”

“It's Claire, umm, Aeon… (Is he… flirting? I mean, it's kind of cute~)”

“Now, are you really the recruit? I'm terribly sorry if you aren't, and all I did was scare you.”

“I am! And I'm glad to be working with an experienced DA! Though is that alright that I am just a recruit?”

“I'm sure you'll pick up everything quickly. Follow me for a bit. I'll show you how things work around here.”

Claire’s soul had left her body the moment she turned to face the giant ADA behind her, but she quickly dragged it back when they realized that Aeon was actually quite sweet. And so Aeon gave Claire a little tour of the now less noisy hangar, introducing her to the pilots and mechanics as well as the other ADAs. Aeon also took Claire to their refuelling station but decided to spare the dragon a visit to the latex changing station, only hinting at what they did there vaguely which Claire unfortunately understood.

“Alright, the mission is a reconnaissance of an island where, from newly received intel, was where a dangerous flying Lumix was hiding. We won't be fighting this beast but simply confirming its location. But if we do have a confrontation, I will not let a radiant sun like you set into the horizon forever~”

“Aww… Do you do this to all your pilots?”

“Hehe, maybe? It's been a while since I had worked with a girl. The last one I worked with retired, changed her paint job, and became a firefighter.”

“This girl probably isn't a human or beast, judging from you saying that she changed her paint job. Was she one of you?”

“Yup. She’s a beautiful red and white DDA now… Alright, are you ready to take to the skies with me?”

“I-I think so. Piloting seems a bit scary, to be honest.”

“Since you’re new, I’ll walk you through the process. I just hope you aren’t squeamish.”

After giving Claire a tour of the hangar, it was finally time for Aeon to teach this new recruit how to pilot an ADA like him, kneeling down to the dragon’s height before opening his cockpit. Matching his stealthy design, Aeon’s cockpit was lined with dark latex. His tentacles were also dark-colored but rubbery and reflective, allowing Claire to at least make out its shape as it slowly crawled out of the ADA’s back and crept towards Claire to lift her up as Aeon didn’t want to trouble the rookie with climbing on his wings to mount him.

“Don’t be scared of the tentacles, sweet sunset. They’ll be your good friends once you’re inside~”

“I’ve heard what’s supposed to happen when I enter one of you… Gulp… Will it be painful?”

“Painful? This is far from painful. You might even forget who you are from how good this will feel. Though I wonder, since you’re new, would you like to take it easy for now and leave the rougher experience at another time?”

“Let’s go all the way. It should be a great ‘learning’ experience for me too.”

“Ohoho… I like you, brave sunset~”

As Aeon’s tentacles gently wrapped around the dragon’s body, Claire couldn’t help but feel a bit excited at the thought of being the wyvern’s pilot. She had heard stories about what happened once someone was inside, and with her limited experience with sex in general, Claire wondered what kind of lewd situation she would find herself in.

“Should we start off standing, or should I let you lay down first?”

“Err… What’s the difference?”

“Your legs might get shaky, but if you ever start trembling, I’ll support your body with my tentacles.”

“Uhh… Then what is the most comfortable?”

“There’s really no difference. You’ll be wrapped up neatly in the end~”

“Let’s try… standing then.”

Once Aeon had the go, he began to prepare to give Claire the experience of a lifetime. First, Aeon placed the Synolar back on Claire’s neck to link their minds and thoughts in case of discomfort. The Cyrpus armor Claire was wearing was then turned back into its tight-fitting latex suit, losing the protective plates and suit in favor of the sleek and tight rubber coating. Without the protection, Claire immediately felt the increased stimulation the latex suit provided as Aeon slithered his tentacles between the dragon’s legs. The sensation felt a bit ticklish but not too overwhelming Now that Claire was secured, Aeon presented his tools of stimulation, that being two girthy tentacles for both front and back ends, two sucking tentacles with a petal shape for Claire’s chest, and a gas mask connected to a tentacle with cock gag and nasal tubes.

“H-Hold on, what are all of these for?”

“It’s better to show than tell, right? Just let me work, sunset~”

“C-Could you at least tell me what the scary tentacles with mouths will do to me?”

“How about we find out with a hands-on experience?”

“Huh? Wait!”

Although she was willing at first, Aeon’s vagueness made Claire hesitate about her choice, even more so when she felt the tentacles wrapped around her legs grow tighter. Aeon wouldn’t even give a warning when he suddenly manipulated Claire’s latex suit to expose all of her private parts. The startled dragon quickly immediately squealed at the sudden change of their clothes. And with their mouth open, Aeon quickly slapped his gas mask onto Claire’s face. The gas mask’s cock gag and nasal tubes immediately infiltrated Claire’s mouth and nostrils, and before she could even react to try and take them off, Aeon restrained the dragon’s wrists before pulling them downwards, forcing Claire to lay down on her chest as her hands were suddenly trapped in a pair of latex arm slots.

“Mmmph!!! (Hey!!! You didn’t warn me!)”

“You seemed quite hesitant to get started once you saw my tools, so I figured that you needed a little push~ Don’t worry, sunset, I’ll take good care of you~”

The next time Claire would blink, her vision shifted to see through Aeon’s eyes while being accompanied by a faint blue tint. Claire could still move her body and struggle on the tentacles that bound her, but no amount of movement could set her free. She even felt the two sucking tentacles she saw earlier slip between her body and the puffy latex she was laying on before latching onto her breasts. The tentacles quickly began licking, much to Claire’s discomfort from the sudden stimulation before the dragon felt the soft tip of a lubricated tentacle against her back entrance.

Despite the cock gag, nasal tubes, and tongues licking her cherries, Claire saved enough brain space to wonder why Aeon would try stuffing her from behind. There weren’t any erogenous points there, but the dildo went in anyway, slipping in seamlessly thanks to his lubrication. The poor dragon winced from the jolt of pain from the sudden penetration, struggling even more against their binds. Yet Claire didn’t express total resentment as she was able to hold off a scream, reaffirming herself that Aeon wouldn’t make things even worse. Luckily, it was finally time to treat Claire’s main entrance, the dragon feeling the remaining tentacle slip under their abdomen and press against their front entrance.

“(Ouh… Please… Be gentle…)”

“Calm your breathing, sunset. I know the limits of the body, so even if you feel a bit comfortable, it’s not to the extent that is dangerous. Now, do me a favor and relax your mind. A spiral should help you ease your thoughts about… now.”

When Aeon’s voice dropped, Claire suddenly saw a white spiral fade into view. She was clueless and unaffected at first until the pattern began to swirl. Claire immediately felt her body soften, her clenching asshole immediately softening up as she lost control of everything. In just a second after the hypnotic spiral started, Claire was completely entranced, staring obediently at the spiral as her breathing calmed down. With Claire lulled into submission, Aeon began administering aphrodisiac gas straight into the dragon’s lungs which they huffed without resistance thanks to the hypnotization and its sweet smell.

“Mmm… (My mind… feels so numb…)”

“It's a natural response, sunset. Breath in and don't fight it. And now that you're relaxed, I'm sure you can start sharing some of your delicious essence, no?”

No matter how much Claire tried to avert her eyes from the spiral by focusing on something else like a passerby or to the other DAs in the hangar, her gaze continued to magnetize to the pattern. Claire couldn't close her eyes fur to the Synolar on her neck which only allowed her to blink. The suspense Claire felt was no other, and she knew that the next step was nigh. Reading the dragon's mind and finding lingering hesitation, Aeon made sure to ease into the initial penetration, finally entering Claire with the remaining tentacle. Almost immediately, Claire twitched reflexively as the tentacles forced her wide open, a bit of her fluids already trickling out from arousal.

But instead of continuing to resist like how her body wanted to, Claire eased up and allowed the tentacles to burrow as deep as they could. Claire’s submission was no doubt fueled by the hypnotic spiral in her eyes and the aphrodisiac in her system but deep inside she knew she was safe and could give in to the desires she didn't know she had. The dragon felt a bit of liberation as their body eased up along with each individual point of pleasure being catered to. Of course, this wasn't something Claire would experience every day, and with the way Aeon was making her feel, she knew she couldn't pass up the experience by whining and squirming.

The thought of giving in and serving someone for sexual activities sounded like an absurd concept to Claire, but disguising it as a mission to help a gentle mech as their pilot sounded more convincing, not to mention the comfort Aeon provided in doing so. Slowly but surely, Claire’s hesitation vanished, replaced with arousal, desire, and submission. Aeon quickly picks up on these mounting thoughts, and without needing to ask the dragon, he moves on to rough plays, squeezing Claire’s breasts and making the two tentacles in her front and back hole and the cock gag in her mouth thrust rhythmically.

“Mmm!!! (Kiya~! ❤️I-It's so… g-good!)”

“That's it, sunset, let go of your inhibitions, enjoy your time with me~ There's no shame in being a Drive Armor’s pilot. Many were hesitant like you but eventually became desperate for the touch and texture of our latex cockpits~”

Along with the thrusting appendages ravaging Claire’s body from all sides, the dragon was squeezed between rubber as the latex cockpit expanded from all sides. Claire couldn't help but shift her body every now and then from the stimulation, producing a light squeak from the latex suit on her body interacting with the rubber surfaces she was squeezed between. But despite the claustrophobic situation, each grind Claire made against the latex around her body made her tail and wings shiver from pleasure. Aeon hadn't even begun the extraction processes and Claire already felt like she was losing her mind. Luckily, Aeon wouldn't subject Claire to overstimulation, keeping the play to a minimum so that her orgasm built up gradually instead of a sudden quick spike that wouldn't let the pleasure simmer.

“How are you holding up, sunset? Is everything going according to your expectations? Are you satisfied? I'd like to hear your honest thoughts about your piloting experience~!”

“Mmm… (It's… W-Wonderful… I Iove… being your pilot…)”

“I'm glad to hear that, sunset! Well, you probably hadn't noticed yet since you were zoned out from your desires but we haven't even taken off! And now that you're nearing the edge of your desires, we can comfortably take flight with you as my fuel source who is ready to burst.”

“(F-Flying? We will… hngh~! F-Fly?)”

“You seem to have forgotten our mission already… Don’t worry, just focus on the pleasure, sunset, and let me takeover~”

As Claire sank into deeper bliss with the tentacles penetrating and suckling on her breasts, Aeon finally prepared to take flight, standing and approaching the exit of the hangar. The contrast between the pilot and the mount’s state of mind was truly surreal, but it is the cycle and procedure of piloting a DA, so there was nothing wrong with enjoying such an experience. Claire didn't even need to exert a drop of effort to do a good job for Aeon, only needing to soften up and accept the wyvern’s stimulation to build up pleasure for their eventual harvest of the dragon's fluids.

Once near the hangar’s exit, Aeon began his flight procedures, raising his wings to the side before activating the Lumix glands hidden inside of them which allow him to float. And as Aeon prepares for take off, he generously clears Claire's vision from the hypnotic tint so that she can appreciate their flight together. Claire had already submitted to Aeon’s stimulation, so there was no longer a need to keep her lulled with bliss. The next step was to engage the thrusters for propulsion, the sound of which livened up the hangar as Aeon and Claire were the only ones to be taking off in the current hour.

The ADA rose like a majestic fighter jet, its black and gray camo pattern a striking contrast to the bright blue sky and the green mountain where Geo 96 was located. Although most paints on an aircraft didn't matter once they were in the sky for Lumixes who wouldn't be using radar, Aeon and other designs of other Drive Armors eye-catching can uplift the morale of pilots with its looks, similar to decal stickers in a war setting. Admittedly, Claire did find many DA designs quite intriguing, including Aeon who gave the dragon a sense of professionalism and secretive duty as she only ever saw aircraft with stealth camo patterns for important missions.

“Boosters are set. GPS and mission location are set. Fuel catalyst discharge is set. Pilot arousal is at 80% and stable. Sunset, we're ready to fly~”

As the sucking and penetration slowed to a gentle pace, Claire slowly regained her bearings, managing control over her dreary eyes to see her and Aeon finally leave the hangar. Although Claire was inside the ADA, she could feel the way the cool air hit her body as Aeon began to accelerate. Her aroused thoughts subsided for now, focusing on the otherworldly experience of flying through the sky and observing the world beneath her through the blue-tinted lens of this wyvern mech.

“(Have you regained your composure, sunset? How about we have a little chat while we fly to our destination? I'm sure you'd also find it boring if all you did was sit inside me all day.)”

“(Ngh… What happened… Was I babbling about anything…)”

“”(Under hypnotization… Yes. But it was only to soothe your mind and bring out your honest thoughts. One thing you said in particular was you love being my pilot, right?)”

“(I-I really said that?! Well… You've made me feel wonderful so far… I do feel quite full with these two tentacles inside my body. The gag in my mouth feels a bit shameful, though…)”

“(Please don't think my actions are to degrade you. It's all for you to acquaint yourself with the piloting experience~ Everything is all for your own good~ Now, would you like to get started with the extraction of your fluids? Ready to forfeit your essence, egg cells, and milk to me?)”

“(Eh? Egg cells? Milk? Y-You mean–)”

“(Yes, sunset. Those kinds of egg cells and milk.)”

“(W-What do you need them for? I thought you DAs ran on male sperm!)”

“(Oh, clueless sunset, I thought they told you we aren’t picky about what gender we get our fuel from! Of course, I’ll make sure there’s no pain or discomfort, especially when I get to take your egg cell.)”

After hearing Aeon’s intentions, Claire gulps audibly, despite the cock gag in her throat. The dragon was once again hesitating, this time about having her fluids harvested. There was also the obvious problem that Claire’s body wouldn’t even produce any milk or have any eggs as the dragon hadn’t gone under menstruation recently. However, unbeknownst to Claire, the aphrodisiac she had been breathing also contained hormones to mimic these effects. So when Aeon teased Claire with the prospect of milking by getting a tongue to wrap around a nipple and squeeze, the dragon felt a bit of liquid come out along with a tempting jolt of pleasure.

“(Huh? I felt something… come out of my nipples… It’s n-not sweat…)”

“(That’s your milk, sunset, and it will help fuel me in our mission~ So, are you ready to cooperate with me~?)”

“(I-I… Umm… J-Just don’t do it roughly…)”

The dragon’s cute timidness intoxicated Aeon, their purity something he found entertaining in his line of work. But he kept his cool and maintained subtle pleasure. With Claire’s permission, Aeon took the other tongue of the milking tentacle and pinched the dragon’s second nipple. Like the first squeeze, Claire was met with another jolt of pleasure, grunting and humming softly in response. The gentle milking of her breasts felt just like how Aeon had been keeping her on edge all this time. So while Claire gradually seeped out her nutritious liquids, Aeon inquired the dragon about their permanently aroused state and their next step to harvest their eggs.

“(Now that the milking process is underway, should we work on extracting your eggs and juices next?)”

“Mmm~ ❤️(Hngh… A-Aeon, the tightness and pleasure all over my body… It’s really unbearable, yet I can’t release… You’ve plugged both my ass and pussy, but it isn’t enough for me to cum…)”

“(Ah, I was deliberately missing your clit with every other thrust. Before, I was only focused on getting you to lubricate your hole and get your juices to trickle out. Alright, brace yourself as I’ll fix my aim!)”

“(Ahh~... But I can’t deny… that this feels really good…)”

Everything had shifted to mild stimulation and administration, but Claire began to desire more without any external influences. It seemed as if the earlier hypnotization and aphrodisiac helped Claire realize what she wanted, a bit of adventure and pleasure in her life. She only experienced the basics of intimacy like kissing and female-to-male intercourse, so she didn’t expect to slowly fall in love with the tentacles and latex that squeezed and bound her. This mounting desire couldn’t be more evident when Claire began trying to wag her tail despite being compressed by the latex around her.

“(A-Are you getting excited, sunset?)”

“(I-I am… I realize now that, maybe this isn’t so bad…)”

Claire’s confession stumped Aeon, pausing his thrusts and milking for a moment before registering what the dragon had just said. The ADA wondered if Claire’s resilience increased with her confession, suddenly pushing a tentacle back into her until it reached her cervix. And to Aeon’s surprise, Claire only gave a light twitch. Thinking it was a ruse, Aeon decided to increase the speed of his stimulating tools, and once again, Claire surprised her by barely making a whimper.

“(Claire… You are… enduring it all…)”

“Mmm~, mmm~, mmm~, mmm~ ❤️”

“(Sunset? No response. Then I assume I can finally forget about going easy on you, hmm~?)”

“Mhmm~...”

“(You slutty dragon… I didn’t think you had such a flame in you!)”

Realizing Claire’s acceptance of his increased stimulation, Aeon cracks a smug grin before intensifying every play to the max. Aphrodisiac gas was once again administered, now in excess, while Claire’s mouth, ass, and pussy were pounded relentlessly. The dragon shook around in the puffy latex they laid on but once again, barely any resistance. All of Claire’s reactions would be visible on her face, and when Aeon took a glance using a small camera inside the cockpit, she found the dragon’s eyes tight shut while smiling ear-to-ear.

Claire had given the go for tougher stimulation but hadn’t broken completely as she endured with a reserved expression. But seeing that Claire was willing to handle rougher play, Aeon’s smile widened; his smug expression turning into a predatory one, bearing his fangs and licking his lips even as he flew through the sky. Now seeing that Claire was ready for some real punishment, Aeon changed the qualities of each of his tools to provide either a rougher or more pleasurable experience for the dragon.

The first to change was the tentacles sucking on Claire, their tongues now thinning and piercing the dragon’s nipples painlessly, sucking the milking straight out of the dragon’s mammary glands. And being made out of latex, Aeon manipulates them to pierce into each gland. This sudden invasion of Claire’s breasts finally got her to react, but she found her entire body suddenly sprawling with tentacles. Before, only Claire’s hands and legs were held but now even her body was forced stiff. The latex walls also begin to crush down on Claire even more, making further resistance impossible.

But there was no need to resist this pleasure, Aeon thought. This was his generous reward for Claire’s bravery, and he was going to make sure she would accept and enjoy it no matter what. And so the next improvement came to the tentacle in Claire’s backside, growing in girth to the point it stretched her asshole wide open. There were even spare tentacles that spread Claire’s ass and forced her tail to the side, keeping her entrance open for unending penetration. And finally, the last improvement came to the tentacle in Claire’s pussy, growing nibs in the shape of scales that disturb the clitoris with each insertion.

“(Hoho~ My dear sunset, how are you feeling? Do you like the improvements I made? Do you like how everything moves with more power? More vigor~?)”

Claire was too overwhelmed to respond, her body on the edge of climax finally reaching its peak after much stalling. The dragon’s essence quickly spurted out, glazing their thighs and the tentacle that ravaged them. But Claire’s fluids wouldn’t be wasted as once she came, Aeon pulled out momentarily to absorb her load as fuel. From the three biofuels that Aeon could harvest from Claire, her essence had the least potential, her milk was in the middle, while her egg cells had the most. And now that Aeon had a taste of the first two, he set his sights on harvesting Claire’s eggs, stuffing the dragon with their ribbed appendage once more but now with a warm surprise.

Once the tentacle’s tip reached Claire’s limit, it suddenly hollowed before seemingly ejaculating inside her. However, instead of some sort of mechanical wyvern sperm, it was liquid latex that Aeon could control, filling Claire’s womb all the way and more. The latex pumped into Claire made sure to fill her up all the way to the point her abdomen bulged, and the gooey liquid overflowed from its entrance. Claire felt a strange comfort as Aeon pumped her full as if she was missing something she had been seeking for a long time. This pleasured clarity would unfortunately not last for long as Aeon then controlled the latex to thin and penetrate Claire’s tubes.

This process would normally hurt… a lot, but Aeon, with the precision of a surgeon, thinned the latex to an impossible degree while maintaining control, managing to reach the ovaries where Claire’s eggs were. Compared to a female’s milk and their shimmering flui

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