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You can't sleep. It's the night before you and your fellow wardens will attempt to quell a newfound source of Shadow in the Cavernous Crypt. A monumental task, though one you feel prepared for...except you can't help but worry. The worry keeps you awake.

What is it that you desire?

...and the whispers.

You sit up in your bed, running groggy eyes before you leave your bedroom. You meander through your house in the dark, your confidence and inner light guiding you to where you need to be - your armory.

The door opens automatically as you approach and closes when you enter. You glance around the armory and find some solution to your worry. Arranged around the room is the gear and weaponry you've acquired through the years. Some are more sentimental than useful, but even the memories of times when they came in handy help to ease your anxiety a little.

Solid Shadow, for instance. A rifle powered by the very essence of what you fight, and yet it has proven to be one of the most useful tools against the encroaching Shadow. Then there's Bristle, a weapon you find more useful when training with and against your fellow wardens than what you find outside the safety of the last metropolis. Still,

Is it enough?

You frown. The whispers are nothing new, but they've intensified within the last few days and certainly within the last few hours. It's not as if you don't know the source either - you turn towards it and your frown deepens.

You look at the toothless skull of a species long extinct. A reptilian species, one with two large horns that curl slightly before sloping back and with jaws that would have possessed menacing teeth when it was alive. A dangerous species, one hunted down by others of your order long before you were called to be a warden. You stare at it and wait.

A glance in the mirror? Is this what you wish for, o' hoarder mine?

You shake your head and turn away. You should have never kept the skull. You should have listened to the others and rid yourself of it long ago, tossed off in orbit in Mars and burned it beneath the Great Maze in Mercury or simply dismantled it for a few shards. Trying to pull your mind away from it, you return your attention to the rest of your arsenal.

Is what you see enough? I can grant you much more.

You mutter a curse under and your breath and look back to the skull. It stares back sightlessly with its empty eye sockets.

You worry and you want. I can cure both, beholder of mine.

You step towards the skull and reach out a hand. Do you intend to knock it off its standard, to send the bleached bone to the floor and the depths where it belongs? Or-

I can make you shine like the sun. You must only wish for it.

Your hand comes closer and closer to the skull and before you know it, you're holding it in both hands before you. It's heavier than it looks for a skull that can fit easily atop your head. You frown. Had it always been that small? Or that big, for that matter?

If you want for your Light to blind like a thousand suns, you need only wish it, o' bearer mine.

You lift the skull and then pause. You hesitate, and then wonder why you do. This skull is the solution to your problems, you know, a way to turn back the Shadow and yet-

Wear me and there will be so much Light that Shadow ceases. There will not be a corner or alley it can hide away in, not a planet or mind it can seed with insidiousness. There will be you, a beacon, o' incandescent one of mine.

The skull is held above your head now. You've decided what you have to do. For this city of people that need your protection. For your fellow wardens, some who will surely perish without your powerful presence. For humanity, for the galaxy, for-

You.

You slip the skull onto your head, or is it the skull that slips onto you? Either way, it's on. It feels as light on your head as heavy it felt in your hands, and your vision is only slightly obscured by the empty sockets you stare through and the bony snout that lies ahead.

A wish for power.

Yes, that's why you wished for, isn't it? Power, enough strength to send the Shadow scurrying and then disperse it into nonexistence. Power to prove that you are the greatest warden, one to be respected, but also feared. Power to make your wishes real.

Granted.

You smile, but that smile soon leaves your face as you feel the skull tighten on your head. Gasping, you bring your hands to your head in an attempt to pry the bone off, but find it firmly fused to your cranium. Your eyes widen and then water, your vision going blurry as it seems to pull forward. You stumble back, blinking and let out a yelp when you see in the mirror that your vision is no longer obscured at all by those empty eye sockets because your eyes now fit into those sockets! And that snout that stretches before you, one starting to be covered by first red, warm flesh and then dark purple scales. You grit your teeth together and groan as your own jaws pull forward, nose melting into the nostrils of what is becoming your own snout, one that starts to merge with the muzzle of the skull.

Is this not what you wished for?

You swear you can hear some amusement in the voice. You shake your head and try to shout something, but it's impossible to get any words out of your stretching, shifting snout. Scales tickle at your neck while your ears shrink away beneath the skull, your longer jaws opening into a silent cry right as your hearing fades away.

Power is what you wished for, and such power do I have, o' wisher of mine.

You gnash lengthening, pointed teeth together as you try to fight back against the alterations to your head, but there's little you can do but flick out a lengthening, forking and now dark purple tongue as your flesh becomes one with the flesh and scale of a once dead creature. You lean your head back and the horns, your horns, hit and bounce off the wall, sending you staggering forward. There must be something you can do here...anything!

What is it that you wish for?

Protection! The word comes easily to your mind, almost as if implanted but you know it is your own. You need some ward against the skull's hold over you and you look over what is in your armory for help.

A wish for protection.

Your eyes widen and your snort, your nostrils flaring in your vision. No, no, you hadn't meant to...or had you? Whatever the case, that tickling, tingling sensation at your neck soon spreads in patches all over your body. You wonder why and tug at the sleeve of your nightshirt to reveal why a particular patch is so strong there. You whimper when you see dark purple scales spreading up to your palm and also down to your elbow, subsuming skin and hair in favor of a hide that is tough, yet smooth and supple. Scales, scales of a species of dragon that has not lived since the last one was slain in the Sleeping City are multiplying across your body, spreading to make you something else.

Granted.

Scales weren't what you had in mind when you had yearned for protection, yet protection the scales would grant. They were tougher than any found on a terrestrial reptile, strong enough to repel all but those weapons most infused with Light or Shadow. They would offer you the protection you craved, so what was the problem?

You shake your head, groaning and grimacing as your snout finally settles into place, a proper reptilian muzzle that matches the skull you hoarded for so long and now wear. It's part of you now, as much of you as the horns atop your head or the scales that adorn your cranium, sibling scales still spreading over your torso and down your back. Still, you grit your predatory teeth and try to think. There must be a way to reverse this change, now and not later before your fellow wardens find out what you have done.

You do not know, but I do know. What is it you wish to learn, o' seeker mine?

You need to know, right? And what better to know than what she knows? If she can initiate this change, then surely she can reverse it!

A wish for knowledge.

You groan. Your head abruptly aches as knowledge does indeed flood your mind. You learn of a dragon, no dragoness, a beautiful, busty reptilian capable of granting wishes to others, a cunning creature who grew in power from each wish granted. What a wisher wanted was not always the gift granted, but such was the way of wishes and wishers. The clever dragoness did this for however long she could, but some took issue with what she did and how she did it. Knowing what would one day happen, she created contingencies and one of those contingencies is-

Granted.

You.

The pressure of the knowledge forces you to fall to your knees. There's so much more you know now, but there's always something else in your head, a presence that you now know so well.

Her.

I am here. What is it you desire, o' host of mine?

Down there on your knees, you know immediately what you wish for, but should you? The dragoness's grip on you only seems to tighten more and more with each wish, but surely there must be a way to be free of her, to twist her own words against her. You shiver as you feel those scales spread, making her more you, and you less you. Or...are you better this way? Your resilience is now unmatched and you know things your fellow wardens have only dreamed of.

Or wished for.

Yes. You must be released from these bonds, the scales feeling so itchy and wrong rubbing against your night clothes.

A wish for freedom.

You feel a weight lift from you and for a moment you wonder what has happened. You blink and look down, blushing a little when you see that you are now naked. Your clothes are gone, allowing you to see your bare, imperfect body still blemished by skin.

You blink, but only have a second to dwell on this intrusive thought before your hands throb. You hold them up and wince as they crack and contort. Your pinkies wiggle and shrivel while your other fingers thicken and lengthen, harder, darker purple scales covering their top while the same purple scales as on the rest of your body slowly spread on their undersides and to your palms. You soon have four dignified talons instead of five fingers on each hand and though your fingers are thicker, they still seem long, almost dainty, almost feminine. Your thicker digits stiffen and you grimace as your already somewhat pointed nails grow out into claws sharper than any hunter's knife. The scales spreading up your arms soon meet those proliferating across yours at the wrist, leaving you with taloned, reptilian hands. The hands of a dragoness, ones that can shape and meld others to their whims...or to your own.

Granted.

You stare at those hands, your forked tongue flicking uncertainly out of your snout. Your reptilian snout, your reptilian hands...or are they hers? You shake your head, doing your best to ignore the weight of those horns...except they're yours now. Your head, your hands, your scales...this is you. Except this isn't the freedom you desire. Sure, you are free of your clothes and more of your humanity, but you are still becoming a dragoness. It's not what you want, right? There must be another way!

An alternate way to walk this path? Is this what you desire?

Without thinking, you nod your head.

A wish for another method.

You tense up, wondering what happens now. Will your scales simply fade away? Will the skull slip off your restored head or-

Will your feet throb, a harsh hiss escaping your reptilian lip from the discomfort of the bones of your ankles and legs cracking and creaking as they arranged. You stumble to your feet, a bad idea as you do not remain there long. Your shifting stance and feet cause you to fall and you land on your butt, the floor feeling cold and harsh until the scales decide to cover your rear and leave you somehow feeling warmer. Your legs are stretched out before you, allowing you to see the scales still spreading, sculpting them longer and thinner, your arms propping you up likewise becoming soft and slender.

Granted.

Your feet are another issue. As with your hands, you now possess four digits on each foot, but unlike your daintier fingers, your toes are becoming thicker and larger, and their nails are growing out into true talons. Darker purple scales cover the top of our talons and the middle of your feet while pointed spurs of scale-covered bone pressed out of the back of your feet. Similar protrusions push out of your shoulders and your elbows as you watch your feet relinquish the last of their human features. Your heels lift and slope up nearly diagonally now, your talons clicking and clacking against the ground as you wonder what this means for you. How will you walk like that? Surely not on your heels. You snort and then push yourself up, nearly falling over before you catch yourself by standing on your thick, reptilian toes rather than your heels. Even then, you have to hold yourself up on the stand the skull once rested on to remain upright. It's like you're missing something...

Another method. You snort, this time in amusement. Now you get it. She's been twisting your wishes all this while, and she definitely twisted your last one. You're less human, less you, or more her, which means you're more powerful, more-

You. You desired power, did you not? And desire it still? We are not finished here, are we, o' host of mine?

No. Not finished by a longshot. There's so much more to do, and so much more to undo as the scales continue to cover you. Even as you struggle to remain standing, you wonder if there is a way to achieve equilibrium between you and her, a happy medium where you both get what you want.

A wish for balance.

You are pulled back, the stand clattering against the ground as something tugs at the base of your spine. It wriggles out above your rear, a fledgling appendage of which you can feel every little wiggle. You brace yourself on the wall and look over your shoulder to see that little wormy red appendage twitch and squirm as it thickens and lengthens. It's a tail, you realize, your tail, one that snakes out longer and longer, while those thicker darker purple scales cover the top, the lighter scales spreading down the bottom. Soon it thwaps against the wall and you step back in surprise from both the sound and sensation of the impact. You blink as you stand away from the wall, standing alone and without support for once. You feel...

Balanced.

Granted.

You frown and put your hands on your hips. This isn't what you wanted or meant, even if the tail's continuing growth causes you shiver and hiss. It feels good to have a tail, to feel it thicken and stretch more and more, a proper tail for a proper dragoness, one more step towards completion of your scaly, slender form, closer to being-

You.

No. You shake her head. Your head! Her. You're becoming more and more like her!

Is power and pleasure not to your taste? What would you have instead, o' host of mine?

Balance, you think as the last of your skin is subsumed by scales. You glance down at your form, scaled and smooth and certainly reptilian. You snort, your stretching, thickening tail swaying this way and that as you think of what to ask of next. There's something wrong with your altered form and you can't quite place a claw on it. Is it that there's too much of you, or not enough of her? Aren't those the same? You groan and place a hand on your snout, tongue flicking out. You mean to stare forward, but your eyes keep being drawn back to your body. You might be able to stand solidly now thanks to your growing tail, but-

You shiver as your tail throbs and pulls back in growth, causing you to stumble back a little.

-there's something off with your current form, isn't there? And...it's not the scales, is it? No, your shape is too blocky, too unbalanced, too masculine, and do you really need that silly thing in between your legs? No, you need balance.

Can you wish for the same thing again?

A wish for balance.

You shiver again, and this time it's not because of your tail. Your body is changing, but the scales don't strip away. Rather, it's a progression, a reshaping and resculpting of what is. The broadness of your shoulders slip away while thicker, scaly protrusions push out and up on their sides.

A wave of warmth is soon followed by your stomach smoothing out while the musculature in your arms and legs faded in favor of a softer yet still toned appearance. Next, your waist presses in a little while your legs grow a little longer while your torso compresses somewhat. You're a little taller, a bit more slender, and certainly no longer so square or blocky. It all seems so tame that you are unprepared for a last spurt of growth from your tail, the appendage stretching just slightly longer and thicker just as your cock stiffens and hardens...and then pulls back. You hiss out a squeal and bring your hands to your penis, as though that could save it, but a touch of your delicate claws against its surprisingly sensitive shrinking surface causes you to shriek and buck your hips. You can't help but cum, your seed spilling out of your shrinking shaft as your balls pull up tight against your crotch. You screw your eyes shut as you keep cumming, the last of your masculinity draining away with every passing moment. You moan and hiss and can't help but enjoy as you become more like her, more like you should be.

Granted.

That whisper cuts through the pleasure and you open your eyes and look down just in time to see what remains of your manhood pull up and into your groin and then - nothing. You blink and can't quite believe what you're seeing and what you see is a flat, featureless crotch, the only reminder of your masculinity being the seed spilled on the ground. You simply have nothing there where there once was...something else. Something else that you so desperately want. Looking over your body, you see you are downright androgynous now, a slate to become whatever you wish.

Tell me what you desire and you shall have it.

You know what you want - you want it back! It can't just be gone! You must have what she had!

A wish for what once was.

Immediately you feel a warmth in your crotch. You look down to the scaled smoothness in your groin in eager anticipation. Nothing springs forth from you loins, however. Instead, the scaled flesh at your groin throbs and then splits, soft, sensitive folds forming where once there was nothing. You gasp and hiss, your new slit throbbing as your new dark purple lower lips sensually develop into what is your new sex. There's a tingle and a spike of pleasure as your nubby dark purple clit nestles into place near the top of your feminine cleft, a development that leaves you warm and soon a little wet down there as your newfound pussy already drips with your arousal. You can't help but moan a little in tone that breathy and high, girly even, certainly as feminine as what now lays between your legs. You quiver, panting as you feel further developments happening inside you, a sensitive tunnel burrowing deeper and deeper until it opens up into what is your womb, your abdomen churning in a way not wholly unpleasurable at its formation. Your tail sways from side to side in excitement and you almost reach out and grab it and thrust it into your wet and wanton passage and-

Granted.

But no, not yet. You can't succumb to carnal pleasure so easily, not when there's so much more to do. Or is it undo? You flick your tongue out uncertainly as you stare at that delectable slit, your lips quivering in anticipation of something entering them and granting you so much pleasure. But no, you haven't always had one of those, at least not recently. You were...dead? No. Deceased? Definitely not? Inhabiting the Ascendant Plane waiting for a foolish warden to ask for a wish you can twist? Maybe, but no, that was her, not you, except you're more and more like her, more powerful and pretty, more feminine and fully figured...well, not that last part. Not yet at least.

Is that what you desire?

You're...you're not sure. You can feel her and she can feel you. It's harder to think now, especially with that heat between your legs, your tongue flicking in and out of your reptilian snout as your slit practically begs to be used. But first, you have to set things right. As-

A wish for what should be.

You freeze. Had you just made a wish, or had she? Were you granting your own wishes, your own desires now? You...you think so but-

Your thoughts are interrupted as a wave of warmth suffuses your form, settling at your hips, thighs, and chest. You let out small, pleased sighs as your hips gently start to pull apart, wider and wider while you rock them from side to side. Your thighs tingle next and you can't help but rub them together as they thicken deliciously, toned and pleasing. Your hips ache and you let out a squeal of shock and pleasure as they widen considerably, leaving you with a set certainly wider than your shoulders and more than able to bear a few eggs or so. You trace a claw hand over your thighs, shivering at how soft they are and the sensation of your arousal trickling down your legs. You're hot and huffing, that same hand almost sliding to tease your slit before the heat intensifies in your upper torso. You glance to your chest and watch as your pecs soften and start to swell, your nipples turning a dark purple before thickening and becoming puffier as the scaled flesh beneath them forms into swollen little mounds. You smile and cup your small little tits, yet already there is a longing for more. A powerful dragoness deserves a powerful bust, right?

Granted.

You pause. What was granted? Was it something more? Or something less. No, no, you have to wish for more. Your rear is too flat and your thighs, while nice, could be bigger. Better. You nod. Yes, this is what you want, isn't? To be better? Isn't that why you had come here in the first place?

A wish for what will be.

You nod, smiling as you feel your rear already start to swell. You look over your shoulder and place your hands on your butt, lifting your tail and moving it aside to see the alterations in action. Flicking your tongue out lasciviously, you smile as you feel your rear press out against your hands, plumper and more pleasing to the eye with every second. Your cheeks are becoming softer, pillowy even, a plush compliment to your thick, long tail. You squeeze with both hands and moan, your knees knocking together as your pussy pulses with need. Your thighs press together and you feel them thicken as well, growing to match the girth of your hips while your waist presses to further accentuate your curves. You're thick and thicker with every passing moment, and the dragoness in you can't help but enjoy it.

Granted.

"I'll say," you murmur in that high, sultry voice, one that doesn't sound so alien anymore. After all, you've been hearing it for some time now, just in whispers. Now that you've heard it so clearly and so close, you recognize the voice for whose it is.

Yours.

And this body, scaly and smooth, slender and soft, sexy and sensual, feminine and fearsome, and draconic and direct, is yours. Yours, and it could be better.

You know what you want.

"Yes," you hiss, cupping those small tits of yours while you click your talons against the ground impatiently. "What has always been."

At once, your tits start to swell, both in size and also as they are filled with something else. Your nipples likewise grow, puffier and bigger while your areolae thicken beneath them. You shudder and hiss as your breasts surge in size. Before they fit comfortably in your palms, but now they're slowly growing to fill the space and they're not stopping. Not that you want them to stop - no, you massage your surprisingly sensitive scales, electric tingles running down directly to your pussy as you soon squeeze and grope your boobs. You can't but help tweak your stiff nipples too, and soon enough a few drops of a white, creamy liquid dribble out of your taut teats. You quiver and then lean forward a little, lifting your tail as you let your breasts hang freely for a second. They're big and heavy now, but bigger and heavier a moment later, wobbling and jiggling with every pleasurable pant you elicit from their growth. You can't help yourself as you squeeze your nipples, eliciting more milk to drip out of your swollen breasts and onto the floor. You huff, wiggling your plump rump as you give your nipples a few more squeezes, two streams of the warm milk spilling out of burgeoning breasts. More and more milk pours out of your large tits as they continue to swell, your tail swinging in excitement and knocking something over, not that you care about such petty armaments. Curious, you stand upright and try to cup your breasts and simply cannot do so anymore, your swollen tits refusing to be contained within your slender palms. Pleased and pleasured, you give them a few hard squeezes and moan just as they cease their swelling at a size certainly well above average, but that's what you should have, yes? You're a dragoness, after all, a powerful (and well endowed) reptilian who can grant wishes...even your own.

Especially your own.

"Granted," you hiss, lowering your snout as you pressed up your breasts. You flick out your tongue and hiss as you lick at a nipple and taste some of that sweet milk, some more spilling out from the stimulation. You lift your head and swallow that sweet milk, closing your eyes as you drop your hands and let your breasts hang as they should, heavy and yet perky. You smile and open your eyes, relishing that sweetness. Your smile freezes as you stare forward and see another distorted dragoness staring back, her black eyes full of confusion. Confusion fogs your mind too as you step forward, your hips swaying in a way that feels natural. The other dragoness's head gets a little closer and a little distorted when you approach.

You aren't staring at another dragoness, not really. You're seeing the warped reflection of yourself in a round, oddly reflective helmet. It feels like you're staring at an eye from another world, but it's your helmet that you see yourself in.

Your helmet.

You blink, then reach out and pick up the helmet in your clawed hands. Even as you turn the helmet over in your claws, you can't help but stare at the dragoness looking back, her eyes completely black save for her white pupils, her snout long and reptilian, her head covered with purple scales, and reptilian features complemented by the two large horns that curled slightly before sloping back. She's familiar, she's you, and yet there's confusion in those dark eyes of her. She's smiling, showing so many teeth and yet she's conflicted.

Why?

Could it be...could it be because the helmet you hold is yours? But no, that can't be so. You are no warden and neither could the helmet fit on your magnificent head. No warden and yet you are, or were, memories trickling back to what you were before. Before you were this, this curvy, busty dragoness, one who stands steadily on digitigrade legs and one who certainly enjoys her more feminine features. You were a warden, yes, but no more. You are her, and she is you and yet something still strife still lurks within you. Uncertainty that should be no more.

What is your wish, o' mind of mine?

"Peace," you wish.

You close your eyes. You're not truly certain of what happens next, but after a few moments, that uncertainty drifts away. You are her, you are the dragoness, you are-

You.

Granted.

You hiss with relief and then blindly toss the helmet aside. You don't need it anymore than any of the armaments found within this armory. You need to-

Fly.

Yes. You need to fly.

A wish for transcendence.

You open your eyes. The world shifts around you and yet everything stays the same. You see what was already there, the auras of Light and Shadow that imbue the weapons and gear and, as you look down, you see that you are a mixture of both. A swirl of Light and Shadow is the essence of your core. You reach out with your mind and touch that core, drawing upon it. You quiver and shake, suddenly weak as you fall onto your hands and knees. Your heavy breasts nearly touch the ground as you hiss, concentrating. Then your strength surges and you're pulled to your feet and then off the ground as ethereal wings of purple and yellow light burst from your back. They're segmented with space in between, yet strong and you feel that strength imbue you. A shroud of purple light engulfs you as you feel yourself growing stronger, strength gained from wishes of the past returning to infuse your current capabilities while you also simply grow. Your body stretches and aches as it's pulled this way and that, but you don't mind, instead hissing and lifting your head as you stare into the Ascendant Realm in triumph. You are truly becoming the dragoness now, a wish dragon with a body that defies your mortal means.

Granted.

The glow dissipates and you gently float to the ground, your wings flapping soundlessly behind you. When your talons click gently against the floor, you lower your head and stare straight ahead. The world has changed, or really, you have changed. You're taller now, bigger and yet with the same proportions, nearly ten feet tall instead of your previously paltry six. Your old gear looks even more useless and pathetic now, but you understand that there is a draw for such things. You could use them in the future to tempt those who might want wishes.

But first, you must deal with something else. While you have physically grown, your heat, your need has also spiked. You are lustful still and you glance around for anything that might appease you. Your eyes catch sight of something, a pointed pink crystal that hums and floats in the center of the room. Of course, it is not really there - yet - as it is in the Ascendant Realm, but now you understand why you...that warlock made this his place of power. There's power here, power that you can take and use for your own purpose and pleasure.

You step towards the crystal, your stride sure and steady. You flick out your tongue in anticipation as you reach for the crystal, your fingers passing through it. Your claws glow purple briefly, there's the sound of rushing wind, and then the crystal is your hand. You turn it over in your hand and nod as you step back. There is some power in the crystal, some astral essence, but it has plenty of other uses too. It's certainly big enough.

"Yes," you say, looking from it to your dripping slit. "This will do."

You slowly lower the pink crystal to your slit, while another hand rises to roughly grope a swollen breast. You gasp, some milk spurting out, but this is only the start.

"A wish," you hiss lustfully. "For pleasure and power."

You press the head of the crystal against your needy slit and moan, that moment of slight insertion already causing your body to quiver with pleasure. A lewd moan escapes your snout as you part your lower lips, your inner walls throbbing in anticipation of what is to come. Your bend over, tail lifting almost instinctively as you press the crystal further in. You huff, the sensation of the crystal penetrating you pleasurably electric, your tail stiffening as you press further in, thick thighs squeezing together. You squeeze one of your tits and that only enhances the experience, both breasts jiggling as your body is wracked with pleasure, but you need more! You press further in and this time your claws grow that powerful purple, the crystal starting to vibrate as it enters you in earnest. The sensation of the crystal trembling against your sensitive inner walls is intoxicating and you can't but help press the crystal nearly fully in.

You pant, wiggling your plump rump as you slide the vibrating crystal a bit out and then in again, an effort matched by more pleasurable squeezes of your tit and pinches at your nipples. It's almost overwhelming, but you can't stop, not now, not yet, until you are truly overwhelmed. You start to thrust the crystal in and out of yourself, the intensity and pleasure rising with each iteration while your hand on your breast gets rougher and rougher. You hiss and moan, your whole body shaking with pleasure especially when you press in a little harder than you meant to, the whole crystal and half of your hand disappearing into your wanton slit. With a wet pop, your hand and some of the crystal comes out, but then you're in again even deeper, your lewd lips spread far enough apart that soon you're up to your wrist. You're deep, so deep in yourself, so deep in your pleasure, that the next few moments are instinctual for there is no time to think. You are a hissing, huffing mess, falling to your knees as you buck those wide hips of yours over and over as you thrust again and again. Your other hand drops from your breasts, having to steady you on the ground keep you from truly falling from a mess on the floor as dribbles of milk spills from your stiff nipples. Your wings flap silently while you quiver, a purple miasma surrounding you as you draw every closer to the peak of pleasure. The crystal vibrates faster and faster while you thrust harder and harder, a pleasured wish dragoness granting her own wishes.

You're so deep in the pleasure and the movements behind it that it nearly comes as a surprise when you finally climax. Almost, because the ethereal crystal shatters and is made insubstantial once more as you absorb its power just as you orgasm in a flood of pleasure and power. You let out a triumphant roar before you fall back, your pillowy rear providing plenty of cushioning for the rest of your sumptuous scaled form. You shiver, your breasts jiggling and still dribbling milk as you ride out the pleasure, enjoyment enhanced as you slowly pull out the hand still stuffed in your cunt out. It exists with a squelch and you rub some of its wetness on your smooth stomach also stained slightly with milk. Your milk, your pleasure...you did this to and for yourself.

"Granted," you hiss.

You sigh and lean back against an arms locker, your sore pussy softly throbbing as the high of self pleasure slowly but surely dissipated. You could extend it if you wish, but there are other things for a wish dragoness like you to do. For one, you made a lot of noise and somewhat of a mess in your self love. Not that you intend to clean it up, but that noise has attracted the attention of another, one that might use you and one that you might use. You stand as the other draws closer, unaware of what he is about to face. A sly smile spreads over your reptilian snout as you walk towards the door, hips and tail swaying while your milky breasts jiggle and bounce. One wishes granted serves and, and you cannot wait to show him what you originally asked for.

"A wish for company," you whisper huskily.

You could always use some sisters, and they could use you.

The armory door slides open and a large armored man, what one might call a titan, enters and then stops as he sees you. He looks up to you, and although you cannot see his face between his helm, you know that his eyes are wide and pants no doubt tight. Hands on your generous hips, you lean over, breasts hanging low and enticingly while you flick out your forked purple tongue, your eyes half lidded and sultry, your bared pussy wet with need above your hefty thighs. Your wings of Light and Shadow flap soundlessly with anticipation as you speak your next words in a sultry, lustful tone.

"We have so much to discuss, o' seeker mine."