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The light falls upon the stage, the curtains pulling apart. Stepping out in shining gloves and boots is a red dragoness. Twin heads snake up from long necks, dancing between each other. Small masks cover her eyes, doing the bare minimum to hide her identity.

Out in the audience, the old kappa sits, a cigar in his beak and a glass of something expensive in the other. About him is a small collection of half a dozen others, shadowed by the lights.

Dida flutters her eyes and growls, heads sitting one on top of another as she squats on the stage, pulling her legs apart. Her tail swishes, and her hands slide down over her scaled body, resting upon her thighs. Her tongues flicker out, and she slides her necks apart, turning each face to turn toward one another.

She slips into herself through trembling fingers, tilting one head to the side. The other slips in, tongue-tasting herself.

Soft moans rise from within her as she slides her shaking hand up to her chest, stroking her body up and down along her smooth under scales, her tail swinging and swishing to the beat of the music.

One eye opens, watching the scene of the leering gangster, and one mouth gulps, sliding away from the other.

Fingers slip away from between her legs, hesitating a moment before returning, a bright red warmth forming on her cheeks as she performs this charade for the kappa.

The curtains part, and out from the back steps the blue dragon. He places his hands on her shoulders and leans in, kissing her necks.

Dida breaks from the kiss, staring at Draykan.

His gaze rests upon the viewers in the audience, a growl rising up in his throat. He grips her arms and whispers. "Let's give them a real show, yeah?"

The kappa's drink shakes as he clicks his beak together.

Draykan feels over her body, running his strong hands over her stomach and chest. Then, they move back to her shoulders and push her forward.

Dida gasps.

She squeals.

Draykan grips her arms, holding her back, his cocks already out and ready, rubbing up between her legs.

Dida bites her lips.

She wiggles her butt.

She mutters, "Put it in... put it in!"

The once dry insides now moisten with the thought of the dragon inside her, and when he pushes inside her, she throws one head back and tilts the other down. She screams with her tongue rolled out and grits her teeth, groaning and giggling.

Her body thrusts forward, but not too far, as he has her in his hold, two cocks for two holes for the two-headed dragon, sliding in and out, pushing deeper and deeper into her. All the while, his gaze goes over the audience.

Some members step away. Others lean in and whisper to the kappa, reaching into their coats. The old man shakes his head and puffs out smoke, leaning back.

"Let the dragons have their fun," he wheezes. "There ain't nothing you can do to stop 'em. They could burn this whole city like nothing if they wanted to."

Draykan grabs under one jaw, pulling her back toward his face. He turns toward her with a half-lidded gaze and locks his maw to hers. Their tongues dance, leaving the other head to pant, groan, flail, and moan. She lines up to Draykan's neck, placing her own bites and kisses along him.

This urges the dragon forward, his hips slapping against hers, her body swelling between her legs from the size of two dragon cocks filling her up, making all of her worries fade away.

He pets along the horn of the kissing head, pulling his mouth free from the one and then turning to the other, locking maws with her, as she slips down and applies licks to his collar. All the while, she bounces back on him, her tail slapping against his chest, her claws curling into the stage.

Soon, she pulls free, screaming, her eyes rolling back, her body spasming. Simultaneously, he grits his teeth, winching slightly, letting out a growling groan, shooting up into her, filling her, drizzling their cum onto the stage.

Dida steps away, rubbing her necks and her arms and shuddering. Draykan pulls her close, embracing her, his head resting between her necks, glaring at the gangsters.

"You said only you were going to watch her. Not this whole show here."

The kappa chuckles, sipping his drink and hopping from his table. "Eh, what can I say? I'm greedy. And when she said she told you about the whole deal, I figured you'd be willing to appear."

Draykan nuzzles against Dida's necks, one after another. "I want to see the boss."

"That I figured," the kappa says, waving the smoke from his face. "I'll cast my nets and see if she'll appear."

Draykan is off from Dida and standing, looming over the kappa. "I said I want to see the boss."

The kappa shakes his head. "And if you knew the boss, you'd know it's not my place to demand an audience." He pokes Draykan in the thigh and chuckles. "What I can tell ya is that you got yourself a good shot, what with yer reputation, "But she ain't gonna talk to any pretty boy celebrity who swaggers in makin' demands.

Draykan slumps his shoulders, scratching his nose. "Ah, I see."

"But there is something you could do," the kappa says, stroking his chin.

"Oh?" Draykan perks up.

"Ya see, the boss. Has a lot of daughters, sons too, of course, and the family's all on good terms with one another. Get in close with them, and, well...."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Eh, I'm an old man." He says, shrugging. "And I love me a good show."