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"Well, well, well, what have we here?" The voice echoes throughout the strange and secluded woods. "A lost creature, once magnificent, but now damaged?"

Crizsluz stops in the middle of the forested path, the dragon's breath growing heavier as the twisted trees seem to choke around the lavender-scaled beauty. "Who's there?" he calls out, puffing out his chest. "Show yourself!"

"My, my, I'd say you have quite the balls to talk to me like that. But, you don't have any." Motes of blue light flicker into view, followed by matching eyes. Stepping out from the mire is a rather vexing voluptuous vulpine vixen of athletic build, dressed in nothing but various jewels over her naked form.

"Do you like how I look?" she asks, one foot in front of the other, black-furred hands running up her bright orange fur. "Unfortunately, it seems you aren't man enough to fully enjoy what delights I have to offer. But, it looks like your little friend is trying to enjoy the beauty of my perfection."

Crizsluz's hands go between his legs, a warmth burning in his cheeks. He steps back, but trips on a branch that was not there before and falls back.

He prepares for a rough fall, only to land upon a soft mattress. Before he can push himself up, the vixen is upon him, a dainty footpaw pressing against the bottom of his dick, sliding up and down along the shaft.

"Consider yourself lucky," the fox coos, resting her chin upon her wrist. "This cock of yours isn't half-bad. I've had better, but then again, those dicks were from real men, not castrated failures."

With a wave of her hand, she is holding a hand mirror, which she shows off to the downed dragon. Instead of reflecting his face, it instead gives them a full view of the scar underneath his dick--the reminder of the process that left him without his manhood.

She lifts the length between two toes, then slides a claw down to trace the scar. "Yes, one would have to look very close, indeed, as a lover would, to have to realize that you were once a man."

"W... why are you... so mean?" Crizsluz whines.

"Because," she says, waving her hand and dissipating the mirror. She pulls her foot away from his groin and presses it against his chest. "I am Cesrastra, and you've passed my domain. Thus, you invite my scrutiny before I will deem you worthy or not to pass."

Crizluz whimpers "W... worthy? How?"

"That's going to be difficult with you," she says, tapping her nose. "If you were a woman, I would indulge myself with the nectar between your legs." She says, placing two fingers in a V shape to her muzzle. "If you were a man, I would have you fuck me until I couldn't sit straight. But you're not a woman and you are not a man. What is a master illusionist to do?"

Crizsluz closes his eyes, but the whole time that Cesrastra speaks, his length stands up high, remembering the touch of her paw, and the promise of her words.

The fox sits upon him, cross-legged and facing away from him, a tail flopping onto his face. "But look at you. When I berate you, you stand at attention, wanting more, needing more." A sharp nail strokes up along to the tip. "What must the other dragons think about you, being as submissive as you are?"

"I suppose since you are making an attempt to at least look like a man, I can evaluate what you can do with this dick of yours. I've always wanted to be fucked by a dragon," she says, wrapping her fingers around that shaft. Her soft paw pads slide up and down the length. "It's rather cute, isn't it? Nothing like a real breeding tool, but more like a toy made especially for me."

Crizsluz digs into the ground, breathing heavily.

"I don't care how you maimed yourself, but I'd like to imagine it was done in the most pathetic way. Maybe you tripped on a butterknife, oh wouldn't that be funny?"

Crizsluz pushes his hips up.

Cesrastra squeezes his cock. "Did I tell you to move, you wyrm? Of course, I didn't. Apologize! Now"

"I... I'm so... sorry."

"To whom?

"Y... you?"

"That's 'mistress', you dildo," she scoots back, lifting her tail and sitting upon his face. "Perhaps, if you can't use your mouth to say anything correctly, you can use it to please me before I do something drastic."

"Mmmmph!?"

"Oh, yes," she giggles, speeding up the fapping. "I could rip this out so you can be even more of a failure. Then, I could have it stuffed and turned into a strap-on so that a lady can wear it and be a better man than you ever were!"

He cannot take it anymore, and he lifts his arms, claws going for her to throw her off, but she disappears off of him in a brilliant display of fireflies, stunning the dragon with the fluttering and buzzing brightness.

"Poor little boy," the pouty voice of the fox breaks Crizsluz's trance. The dragon feels her hand around his cock once again, stroking it at a slower and steady pace. "Thinks he can become a real man by taking me on, does he? Such a shame."

She no longer sits upon his body, but lays beside him, looking into the dragon's eyes with her own burning ones. One hand works the shaft while another idly traces a finger up along his thigh, then between his legs, up and down over his scar.

Crizsluz shudders, breathing heavily. "P... please..." he says, closing his eyes.

The fox squeezes his cock, sliding up over his body, straddling him, the warmth of her body radiating onto his wanting length. "You're lucky I still want to get off, and you're the warmest and hardest thing in this forest that isn't full of thorns." She pushes herself up, her labia licking his cock before she presses down, swallowing the length within her.