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“I know…" Purity says, nuzzling up to him, wrapping her arms around her body, and whimpering. “I just thought if I had to trust anyone…."

Draykan pats her on the head. “Hey, cheer up. We're friends, and I'll help you. However, I can. I just have too much going on to drag you along on all my adventures."

Purity snuggles against him, her hips gently rocking, but she stops herself and finally speaks up. “Well, there's one thing you can do for me. I need to be away from work for a while while I figure out all this. Maybe you could help my boss out?""

Draykan lights up, a bright smile spreading over his face. “Oh, a job? Where?"

Purity grabs the newspaper from him and scribbles a note in his pen, handing him back the document.

“Great! I can do that. I love baking!"

Modrana's face goes from mild amusement to total horror, clutching her stomach and snaking back a bit.

Draykan places Purity back down. “How are you feeling?"

“A little better. Thanks for talking some sense into me, Dray."

“No problem, uh, Purity. You take care of yourself, okay?"

As the magical girl stands up, Modrana slithers up to face Draykan again, poking him in the chest. “What's the matter, 'master?' Are you going to leave this do-gooder unsatisfied? Forced to not get off after being so tortured by her curse?"

“Oh, I'll show you getting off," Draykan says, and the Dragon grabs her by the shoulders, pushing her down onto the bed, and hops onto it and on top of her.

Purity watches with wide heart-filled eyes, biting her lip as the rocking, squeaking, grunting, and moaning fill the room. She bites her thumb, her hand twitching as it grabs her skirt. But she shakes her head and steps back. “I'll… I'll just see myself out." She says, running out the door.

She pauses once more and chuckles gently. “Thanks again for taming her. It's a relief and one less criminal I need to worry about."

Draykan shouts, “No problem, pal!" as he rocks his hips, pushing his cocks into the snake woman, filling her and spreading her, and getting rid of all that pent-up aggression and urges.

Modrana screams in delight, running her hands through her head, pushing her tail up, and wrapping it around her dragon's body.

He leans in, whispering to Modrana. “Now, do you see? Isn't, ngth, choosing to, ffmmm, be with me so much, nnngh, better than… being forced!"

“S… shut up, nnnngh and aaah, fuck me, y-you stuuud!"

And so he does, the force of their pounding so legendary that Purity even feels the shaking outside on the fire escape, shaking her head and sighing. “Fuck… that could have been me. Yeah,… probably a good idea to be as far away from Draykan until this curse is lifted… he'd probably break before too long!"

—-

Hooded figures surround the elf maid, her arms and legs strapped down by impressive enchanted bindings that keep her from moving. She is fully exposed before them, the blinding light upon her face keeping her from seeing their faces clearly, but what she does see is the figure before her in shadow, holding their arm to the side, and from their hand protruding a beam of humming energy.

“Now, let's begin your rebirth."

—

Galenna blinks out of her trance, the elf sitting on a park bench. She stands without moving a muscle and moves without lifting a leg. Like a ghost, she floats through the city without concern for anyone outside her scope. At least, that is what it would look like to anyone casually watching the strange and regal figure as she makes her way through the statue-studded walking paths. She stops beside a curvaceous feminine figure, watching as the object of her desire lands from a flight.

Draykan looks down at a note and then up to the building before him, where the wafting fragrance and the signage tell Galenna that it is the city-famous Baker's.

As natural, many gawkers stop what they're doing to watch the majestic dragon. But, her eyes do not linger on such things. Instead, she slinks behind the statue, a sly smile crossing her lips.

—

When Draykan opens the glass door to the establishment, the dragon is immediately hit with the wafts of freshly baked sweet treats and the brewing coffee. He takes a deep breath, his hands on his hips, and sighs. “Wow, now this is a business!"

“Ex-excuse me…"

“Oh, sorry."

Draykan steps out of the way as a woman with curly hair steps past him. She walks up to the counter, where many delicious delights are displayed.

Sliding in from the back is a rare treat, indeed. Quite the cutie made out of chocolate sauntering up to greet the customer.

Draykan licks his lips, pulling his tongue back in when he hears the effeminate, but most undoubtedly male, chocolatier speak.

“And that'll be for here, darling?"

“Yes, sir!" she responds, taking the slice of cake and a cup of coffee.

Draykan steps up to the counter, scratching his nose. “Uh, so, hi."

The baker's candy eyes roll up over the dragon's magnificent body. He strokes his chin, resting a finger upon a dimple. “Hi, there. You must be Draykan. It's a pleasure to meet you, though I'm surprised we didn't meet sooner."

“Huh?" the dragon then snaps his fingers. “Oh, right! You were in the Tournament, too!"

“It's a small universe, it seems," the baker admits. “Please, come sit, and tell me everything that brings you here."

—

In the back room, Baker sits on one seat, sipping his ginger tea gingerly. A black cat with bright red hair dressed in a pink-skirted uniform approaches the two and adds some extra cookies to their plate. “Well, well, that is an interesting tale. Ah, thank you."

The cat bows, keeping an eye on the dragon before turning around and swaying out of the room. Draykan keeps an eye on the cat, chomping on one of those delightful cookies.

“So, if it's to help out Libi, I'm sure we can find someplace for you here at the Bakery," Baker says. “But I usually have a rigorous training program for all the new recruits. After all, we have a reputation for selling to a discerning clientele. It's regrettable sometimes, but it's the price you pay for quality."