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The dark tower had risen up on the edge of the forest, and from there, a darkness spread. But, Sani did not bother himself with it. The sergal druid knows that his duty is to the forest's denizens and not to the trees or the land around it. As long as the animals still had food to eat and a home to live in, he would not upset the mistress of the tower.

There were times where strange beasts emerged from the edifice. He would keep his eye upon the skeletal creatures and unnatural monsters, but still, he did nothing, until one of the creatures hunted and ate one of the herbivores. His vengeance was swift, but from that point forward, he had caught the eye of the mistress.

She approached him at night, a cloaked figure hidden in the darkness. And that is when his life changed.

He spins around, holding his hand out as the natural magic sends vines and plants up to the stranger's form. "I've been waiting for you," he growls. "You, who send darkness here. You, who seeks to cause death."

"Death?" she speaks up, not moving, letting the entangling vines take her and pull away her covering clothes. Underneath the cloak is a black-furred form with the pointed face of a sergal, but her eyes a deep red and black.

He steps back, gasping. "You're... like me?"

She rolls her shoulders, stepping free from the vines and up towards him. "I'm like whatever I wish to be, and your powers, your fertility... they are things I covet. I have an army to raise, and I can only make so many by transforming creatures. I need to build up some the old-fashioned way."

He closes his eyes, sniffing the air, "Fine, but you're not in heat."

"Oh me? No.. No, I have people to do things for me. I bring you a gift..." she says, snapping her fingers. Stepping out from the darkness comes a bipedal dragon of orange scales wearing nothing over her fertile form. She stands there, placing her hands atop her breasts, accentuating their size.

"And who is this?" He asks, sneaking up closer to this tribute.

"Someone whom I can give to you in exchange for your support of my cause."

"And that is...?"

"Simple," the dark mistress says, rubbing the dragon's shoulders. "Spreading my power throughout the world. Why kill things when they can serve me? I certainly would rather have you on my side than tossed in the charnel pit."

"Are you being coerced?" he asks the dragon.

The dragon shakes her head, holding her arms out toward him. "I love my mistress, and she rewards me for my service by joining with you. Please, I want to be a mother!"

That pleading voice is enough for him. His vines roll up once more, this time, binding over the dragon's form. She doesn't resist, but shudders as he approaches, as more vines crawl up along her back, going under and around her arms.

"You'll leave the forest creatures alone?" he asks, staring at the dragon, but asking the dark sergal.

"As long as they don't bother me, I won't bother them."

"And all you want from me is to breed you more life?"

"Of course..."

"I think I can live with that," he says, chuckling as he strokes his finger under the dragon's chest and leans in, whispering "Ready for motherhood?"

The dragonness's eyes narrow as she nods, her mouth opening just a bit. Soon, her arms and legs are tied up completely by the entangling vines. They lift her up just a bit, her toes scratching across the ground as she leaves the ground, the vines keeping her arms up over her head, her chest pressing out.

He leans in, growling as he licks her neck. "Very good. Now... please, enjoy this..."

The sergal druid has done this many times before. When his fingers brush over her body, it is with the practiced grace that makes her quiver and tilt her head back, gasping out into the night sky, all the while, the dark sorceress watches with a smirk upon her mouth.

Sani's length rises up between his legs, perfectly aligned to the suspended dragon woman so that it slides up along her slit. Her gasps make his ears twitch with a happiness. She tries to pull them in together, to stroke his length, but she whimpers when she's unable to do so.

He chuckles and strokes his cheek, his mouth right in front of hers. "No need to be so needy. I'll give you what you need..."

With that, he pushes forward, spreading her slit and filling her. The dragoness tilts her head back, crying out into the natural world as he slides deep into her, wrapping his arms around her body, grunting as he exerts his dominance upon her. Soon enough, he, too, lets out a grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of her.

He pulls out, the cum oozing down between her legs, leaving her as a panting, tired mess after their coupling.

"I take it everything has been to your liking?" The dark sergal says, tapping her chin as she holds her elbow. "I could find another one for you, if you wish. Of course, I hope you impregnate more of my servants for me."

"And you?" he asks, licking his lips.

"Let's leave that for later, shall we?" she says, smirking as she turns away. "Why don't you follow me? We have lots to discuss, and we need to fit you for your new duties."

He looks over his shoulder back to the exhausted dragoness. She smiles over towards him and nods. "Don't worry... about me... I'll see... you later..."

He looks back to the mysterious sergal and asks, "And what exactly would you want me to wear for these duties?"

Her eyes flash red as she turns toward him. "A form more suitable to impregnating as many women as you possibly can! Welcome to my world, little forest spirit."