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There was a lovely, nervous flutter in her stomach as she wandered through the building. Jovys couldn’t believe it. She, of all people, had gotten an invite to the Dreamweaver! It was one of the most exclusive places around! She wasn't anyone important. Just a clerk at the local governmental offices. Yet there had been an invite waiting for her. If someone else tried to take it, it always ended up back on her desk. She was ecstatic, vibrating even.

The dragoness looked around as she walked through the halls. She had dressed up. Nothing fancy, but something nice enough. The invitation had said not to wear anything too glamorous or expensive. To come in something she was comfortable with. So she'd picked one of her favorite dresses. A soft gown whose colors complimented her own smokey blue scales.

Now there was the real question. What was she going to do? Drinks and food were certainly affordable. She'd already eaten a meal and had some wine. It came out even less than her favorite food stall, but had been divine! Oh she wanted to gorge herself on food, drink herself into a stupor on the finest wine, but... She couldn't just come to the Dreamweaver and not see what else they had to offer.

She paused by a doorway and peered in. Cheeks flushing as she saw a rat woman being taken by slimes. Further down the hall, some sort of demoness and dragonborn both bound and fucked by hordes of men, women, and others. Everywhere she went, the sounds and sights of sex. Wild, savage, and yet somehow controlled and coordinated. Orchestrated almost.

Jovys felt her cheeks flush and loins roll. Should she find some staff member and talk to them? Oh this was getting to be too much. She fanned herself with a hand, "Wine must be getting to me, I should sit down." Before looking around.

Luck was with her. There was an alcove nearby. Curtains half-blocking it from the public view, creating a little Oasis of privacy. Inside, there was a bench. Rich leather, polished wood, overstuffed and exceptionally comfortable looking. She breathed a sigh of relief and ducked in. Surely no one would mind her taking a moment to just breath and take it all in. Tail swished behind her as she stepped into the alcove and took a seat. "Just a moment and then I shall see what this place has to offer."

"And what would you like?" the voice drifted up from nowhere. Jovys jerked, stiffened, and started to leap to her feet. "No, it's quite alright. Sit, relax, and chat. You're not invading anything."

The words had come almost as soon as the thought occurred that she might be interrupting someone else's entertainment. "Ah, I don't know." She looked around, trying to find the speaker. The voice seemed to come from somewhere nearby. Shifting slightly as it spoke. The tone was slow, peaceful, wafting each word out in a very non-gendered voice.

"Well, if you don't know what you're looking for. Then perhaps I could offer something? Safety. Anonymity." The voice moved closer and almost purred into her ear, "Pleasures you have never felt before, yet dreamt of. Things you have read of in those," a low chuckle, "volumes you purchase."

Jovys felt her cheeks flush hot. She did love her sultry dungeon romance novels. Ones with illustrated inserts of heroines being swept off their feet by packs of ravenous gnolls. Trapped by devious kobolds. Captured by...

"Monstrous lovers?" the voice shook through her. "Ones that are so strong, so controlling, yet utterly tender to their partner?" Jovys could feel some presence at her back. Not touching her, but lingering there, hovering. "One not afraid to touch, feel, and make their world shatter into one of pure. Orgasmic. Bliss?" That presence moved, touching her thighs in a way that made her bite her lip. Insides quivering with need she hadn't paid much heed to. Warm breath puffed against her neck, "Is that what you would want, Jovys?"

"How do you know my name?" She opened her eyes and turned. Freezing out of shock and fear.

The bench wasn't a bench. It had reshaped itself into something of teeth, tongues, and tentacles. Two thick ones were stroking her thighs, it's maw hung near her neck. She had sank back into the tipping, tilting bench without thought. It was a...

"Mimic," the voice supplied. One tendril wrapped about her muzzle, others around her wrists and waist, drawing her back into the embrace. The voice shifted, or perhaps she was only just becoming aware of its true source. It rang clear and strong in her mind, "A greater mimic, of sorts. Few mind reading tricks, among other things." She squeaked into the tendril that wrapped about her muzzle as she was pulled back. The tentacles that grabbed her were exceptionally strong. Holding her without much effort. They wrapped about her thighs and tail, undoing her gown and stripping her down to her bare scales in seconds. "You won't need that," the voice chuckled in her head as it pulled her into darkness.

It's going to eat me! Her mind raced, heart pounding in her chest. She kicked and lashed her tail, trying to get away. The teeth pressed to her scales, not hard, just enough to let her know they were there. The insides were warm, thick with vicious saliva. It dripped onto her, coating her scales, raced across her body. Then it brushed over her nipples.

Pleasure like she'd never imagined hummed through her. She gasped, arched, and felt her teats perk to fullness in an instant. "Specifically," the voice continued, "a greater pleasure seeker." She arched in the dark warmth, cheeks flushing, thighs pressing together. The saliva drooled along her body, over her belly, and began to drip between her thighs. As it began to slip between scales and meet her skin. Then between thighs to glide over her bare lips, more pleasure began to hum through her. Jovys moaned, eyes rolling, a subtle shiver racing through her. "I secrete a rather potent aphrodisiac. It heightens any pleasure my partner might feel. Such as," small suckers latched onto her nipples and began to tease. Flesh wrapped around her breasts like great hands, squeezing and pulling. Jovys arched, feeling her thighs tremble and fall apart.

This was just like one of her favorite novels. The Misadventures of Hiro Winn. In one rather spicy volume, the lizardess had fallen into a nest of some rather peculiar plants. Ones that sought to pleasure her then feast on her sexual juices. Heavens above, Jovys had always wondered what that would feel like. To be wrapped and brought to one orgasm after another. Taken to heights of pleasure until her mind was ready to break. Only to be released once she was utterly spent.

"Something like that," something brushed her cheek, almost as if she were being kissed. A thick appendage slithered between her legs and across her slit. Jovys arched and huffed, cheeks flushing hot, eyes rolling about in her head. She felt raw pleasure as the tongue teased her folds. "But it's not just your pleasure that I seek." Each touch was like lightning across her senses. Every light touch buzzed and hummed across her flesh in ways that made her thighs tremble. Pleasure spiking at incredible speed as the mimic spread their aphrodisiac across her.

Part of her mind wondered what that was. Yet the voice and question was so small. Minuscule compared to the growing pleasure. Every lick, every taste made her moan, jaws relaxing as her head rolled. Every one of those erotica novelettes she read? Some she herself had penned? Oh not a single one of her fantasies compared to this. Especially as the tendrils casually hooked into her mouth, prying it open. She panted, feeling her cheeks tugged and head tilted back. A thicker probe sliding across her lips, over her tongue, and right down her gullet. Some part of her rejected it, or tried to. Muscles heaved, fought, and she gagged for a second. Then that succulent saliva rolled over her senses. The dragoness shivered and moaned quietly.

"Oh, Mimi caught someone," a new voice, muffled.

Another voice, "Open it up then." Followed by the rattle of curtain rings on the rod overhead. Feet shuffled and something thudded outside.

Then came the breathy, "Here we are. I hope you're ready for the real fun, my Jovys."

What was happening? She thought as the tendril slid deeper into her throat. Bulging it out and making her gulp around it. The ever-present force around her shifted. Lifting her legs up until her knees were all but pressed to her shoulder. Slim, finger-like protrusions grabbed at her scales and kneaded. Gripping her ass, spreading her pussy open, and even teasing her clit. Dozens of fingers creeping across her as her body was re-positioned. Then, cooler air against her privates.

A breathy, "Here we go, do you want to watch?" in her mind. An image came through a second later. Mimi sharing their vision with her. It confused her for a moment. She recognized the alcove and the bench. Though now the bench was rather lumpy, having reshaped itself to accommodate her body. As she watched, the mimic's leathery skin parted and pulled back, revealing a pair of smokey blue hips, shapely thighs, and an exposed, draconic slit. One swollen with arousal, tendrils teasing and spreading it. Showing off the glistening flesh within.

The image shifted, "Oh, look at this!" The voice was rough, manly, and the shape broad of shoulders and rippling with muscle. A heavy, rough scaled hand came down on the smokey thigh. Her thigh, Jovys realized as someone grabbed and squeezed her thigh. "Glory be," the voice huffed, "would you look at that." Thick thumb slid down to spread her pussy open. The male's other hand fishing about his groin, drawing out a hardening cock. One that he gladly brought down on her bare, exposed folds with a thwack that would have made her jump if she wasn’t held so tightly. Her body was quivering, trembling on the very cusp of climax.

Another shape, "Oh, free puss?" as their head crane around. Jovys felt Mimi chuckle and move. Something wrapped around her head and made her crane her head and neck out. Cool air brushed over her face a moment later, but the mimic had wrapped her face in a leather-like mask. Leaving her mouth exposed, jaws open slightly. "Ooh, even better."

The vision split as the males moved around her. One rubbing her pussy, the other undoing his pants. Jovys felt a strange, perverse thrill, watching as one lined up. Thick, spade-shaped tip pressing to her poor pussy. She arched and gasped as he pushed in with a low grunt. His partner's cock all but falling into her mouth as she called out. The thick, heavy taste of male across falling across her tongue as he pushed in. Oh she could feel him throb, pulse, getting harder as he drove against her open mouth and into her tongue. A breathy, "Fuuuck," as his bare cock slid across the lingering aphrodisiac saliva that coated her tongue and the inside of her mouth.

His partner wasn't in much better space. As he pushed forward, his cock slid through her body. Honey and mimic drool coating his length and making him shudder. She jerked as his cock leapt inside her, curving up to stab some spot within her walls that made lights flash before her eyes. A moan blasted around the other male as they both leaned in. Lights sparked and flashed across her senses as she trembled. Squirting around the males before they’d slid more than a couple inches into her. “Oh hells!” one panted, “she really needs this doesn’t she?” a laugh, mocking words that made her blush and squirm.

They started with slow thrusts, but soon and quickly building up to feral rutting. Slamming against her body as their raging erections ploughed her depths. One almost kissing her cervix. The other slamming past her tongue and right into her relaxed throat. Muscles clenched and gulped, lips curling back every few time as her body almost gagged, but then relaxed.

Mimi pulled back with a purred, "There we go, they are enjoying you aren't they?" Pressure at her back made her arch her spine. The leathery surface of the bench drawing back to expose her breasts. Something that guys took full advantage of. Rough, working hands grabbed her supply mounds. Calloused fingers running over her overly sensitive nipples. Squeezing and pulling as they used her breasts as handholds to slam that much harder into her muzzle. Balls clapping off her nose and the bridge of her muzzle.

Jovys felt pleasure rising far faster than any had before. She played with herself regularly. Used toys and magic to get her off now and then. She'd even had a partner here and there. Fumbling their way through intimate encounters and late night trysts. Nothing, and she meant nothing could compare to his. The helplessness. The tingling saliva that coated her body. Being held so securely by the mimic while unknown males pounded deep. The one at her pussy so thick, his cock covered in bumps and ridges that made her squelch and ripple so lewdly around him. The one at her maw so girthy that she could feel her throat stretching around him. Any other day she would have choked and gagged before he got halfway. Now? Oh he was balls deep in her over and over. A mix of her own drool and his precum spilling out of her lips and dripping down her maw. Mimi cradled her, pushed her, driving her back and forth between the pair. Using and positioning her body to drive them more and more wild.

It wasn't long before there was a call of, "Fuck!" and a sharp slam. She felt heavy, scaled pouch press to her tail base. Could feel his tremble, the twitch, and then the bucking as he began to pump his rich seed inside her. His partner only a moment behind. Shoving his balls into her face, cock heaving in her gullet as he began to fill her. Forcing her to either swallow or have his load come rolling out of her mouth. Body heaving as she coughed and almost choked on it.

She was a pace behind both of them. Her world exploded. Erupted like some great, cataclysmic event. Lights flashed behind her eyes as a roaring filled her mind. Pleasure unknown to mere mortals raced up and down her body. She heaved against the mimic's embrace, but Mimi's hold was absolute. She barely squirmed, yet her body trembled and hooked. Breath impossible to catch with the cock lodged in her throat.

The duo pulled back with heavy pants. Jovys heaved and coughed, tongue draping out over her muzzle as she breathed a trembling moan. The males said something, but words fell on hollow ears. She was aware that they were moving away from her. Barely conscious as Mimi's appendages slid out and over her freshly fucked holes. "Delicious," the voice purred in her mind, "I do love the taste of hearty, virile cum. Don't you?" Thick, sticky flesh slid against her with a purr of appreciation, "and that pleasure? Oh, I don't think I've felt a climax that delightful in some time. Do you mind if I continue to savor it?" A breath, a chuckle, "We have more guests…"

Her awareness spread, spotting the bulk of a minotaur and the heft of a grand naga. Behind them, a small horde of hyena people cackled and giggled, elbowing each other as they jostled for position. She shivered at the thought of being fucked into a senseless state. Tail twitching against her back. "That's a good girl," Mimi purred, pushing her hips up in offering. “Wonder how long you can last before you faint…” That thought sent a shiver up her spine as the bull muscled his way over. A cock thicker than her wrist smacking off her exposed thigh.