I opened a portal because I wasn’t an exhibitionist. Ansae was still holding a sort of pseudo-court in the Fortress, though I was making enough inroads on the depletion-riddled lands along the Chiuxatlan border that it was safe for the dragons to fly back on occasion. I brought her back to her tower, where she shifted into her amazon form. Though I was fairly sure she would have preferred her full form, I just didn’t have that capability.

Since the revelation that I could restore her somewhat, we’d been enjoying ourselves fairly regularly. I would hesitate to call us lovers, since the sex was fairly transactional, but I had a fair idea of what she liked and wanted even beyond what the link told me. Generally she liked to take her time, but considering that she shifted to amazon form completely naked, I didn’t think she was in the mood for patience.

I appreciated the view, though. Ansae was a very exotic beauty, and she’d crafted her amazon form to be enormously attractive. Despite that, I doubted very many people were the beneficiary of such care, since I couldn’t imagine Ansae found many people interesting enough for intimate relations. Or maybe she did; I could tell she liked it with me well enough.

Not surprisingly, when I wrapped the tendrils of my breeding station around her ankles, I could feel her excitement. Unfortunately, it was the wrong sort of excitement, making her tense and jittery rather than aroused. I didn’t blame her, but it did mean I had a little work to do in order to get her in the mood. Not that I objected, but she did.

“Oh, come on, Blue,” Ansae said as I wound my tendrils up her legs and around her hips, squeezing the base of her tail where she liked it the most. “I’m not in the mood for slow.”

“I know, I know, but you have to relax. Trust me, you just need to take a step back and let yourself enjoy it.” I ran one tendril along her spine, a slow finger stroking all the way up to her horns. They weren’t exactly sensitive, but she always liked the sensation of her horns being pulled on when I fucked her. Something equivalent to hair-pulling, but far more visceral.

“You’re right,” she said, blowing out a breath as I rubbed slow circles at the base of her tail, wrapping around the limb itself and tugging gently. Ansae leaned back slightly as I cradled her hips and shoulders, tailtip flicking. “I wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but it’s hard to hide anything when we’re like this. That emotional link is absurdly powerful, by the way,” she said parenthetically. “But I’m almost afraid to hope at this point.”

“Yeah, I feel a little bit the same. But here we are.” I squeezed her with my tendrils, something approximating a hug, and caressed her hips. In my judgement I needed to get her more in the mood before I started anything more intimate, but I’d learned some tricks for that. The main one was to change one tendril into a harder form and slowly rake along the scales at the base her neck.

Ansae sighed softly, half-lidding her eyes as I rubbed her and teased her scales. I wasn’t sure if she was consciously forcing herself to relax or if I was just that good, but slowly the tension went out of her and she started to properly enjoy my attentions. Once I judged she’d reached a certain point, I extended the tendrils wrapped over her shoulders downward, cupping her massive breasts.

Even if they weren’t native to the draconic form, Ansae had made hers properly sensitive and I could feel the first sparks go through her as I squeezed them gently, making my tendril flat and silky smooth as I toyed with her hardening nipples. I took my time, lavishing slow and gentle attention on her breasts while keeping up the soft caresses at her tail and horns. A lot of the time Ansae was immediately ready, but this time I eased her into it, one tendril stroking at her thighs until she spread her legs slightly. When I pressed a tendril against the lips of her sex, she was literally furnace-hot, the air itself distorted and rippling with the heat. She made a small noise as I started to rub, keeping myself smooth as I teased her.

“Aw, you don’t have to restrain yourself with me,” I said playfully, rubbing harder as I felt the sensation kindling the arousal within her. “I love hearing the big bad dragon moan when I play with her.”

“You’re going to have to step it up, then,” Ansae murmured, rolling her hips against my stroking. “It’s going to take more than foreplay.”

“I’ve got more than foreplay,” I assured her, spreading her pussy and starting to ease a breeder into her depths. For some reason, Ansae really enjoyed being taken while standing up, so I didn’t make a bed or anything for her, just wound more tendrils about her legs and hips to brace her as I started to fill her depths. She was hot and soft around me, just starting to get wet, and while she liked it rough sometimes we weren’t there quite yet.

I took advantage of my breeder’s flexibility to rock back and forth within her, not going deeper just yet. Ansae grunted, both pleased and frustrated as I teased her, letting her focus on just that little bit of penetration while I kept rubbing the outside of her sex. Her clit started to swell from arousal, and I used small tendrils to expose it, not yet stimulating it with anything more than air.

“Still not stepping it up,” Ansae said, but she wasn’t actually displeased. Yet, anyway. The line between enjoyment and annoyance at the teasing was very sharp for her so I didn’t want to push my luck. I only kept rocking and rubbing until she was well and truly wet, then I slid deeper, slow and smooth.

Ansae hummed softly as my breeder filled her depths, claws flexing as she worked her hips against the tendril invading her sex. I made it thicker, swelling inside her until I was stretching the inner walls of her sex, then contracting again, just a little bit. It wasn’t as intense a sensation as actually fucking her but she really enjoyed it, at least as a prelude to something more robust. She had said it had a certain visceral satisfaction, like feeling a lover’s heartbeat, even though I had no heart to beat.

I started stroking against her clit with one of the small tendrils, slow and steady but light, making her grunt and her sex squeeze around my breeder. My ministrations made her more sensitive, the walls of her pussy hot around my cock as the sensations made her twitch, pleasure rising as a slow heat inside her. When her appetite had been fully awoken I started to fuck her properly, the tendril sliding out and then driving in again hard and suddenly.

Ansae growled softly as I filled her, letting me wind tendrils around her arms and pull them behind her back, tugging at her horns to pull her up on tiptoes as I plunged into her violet pussy. The rest of my tendrils held her there nearly suspended, the delicious sensation of tension while she I stretched her wide delighting us both. Her clit throbbed against my soft rubbing, swollen from arousal as I played with her.

Her first orgasm was almost soft, just a shudder as I pushed her over the edge, but it wasn’t enough to pull me along with her and I instantly intensified my efforts. The cock filling her grew even thicker, forcing each thrust to drag harder against her sensitive folds, and I surrounded her clit with one of my tendrils, squeezing softly as I started a gentle vibration. I was rewarded with a gasp and the feel of her sex growing even hotter, the squeezing turning hungry as her pussy tugged at my shaft.

“Ah!” Her eyes slid almost completely shut as she lost herself in the sensations, focusing on that one particular spot deep inside that needed me most until I reached it. She came again, harder, right on the heels of her first orgasm, and that time she took me with her, the breeder buried in her sex shuddering as I came inside her. She wasn’t as hungry for that as Iniri, but she did like the feeling of my seed flooding her, and her voice was a basso rumble as she demanded more.

“Going to get serious now?” Her voice was a sultry challenge, and she squeezed around my shaft with deliberate intent.

“Well, if you insist.” I shifted from a smooth shaft to one textured in small pliable studs, little flesh knobs to tease at the walls of her pussy as I started to fuck her properly hard, sending ripples along her scales with each thrust. I didn’t have to worry about going too hard or too deep, since my breeding station was physically incapable of actually hurting her, so I just slammed in all the way, the tip of my cock pressing against the entrance to her womb. I also resumed teasing her breasts, squeezing them and stroking the nipples as I filled her.

When she opened her muzzle to moan I stuffed another breeder into her mouth. She could bite clean through them if she wasn’t careful, as we’d found out once, so I always paid close attention to her desires through the link. She was in the proper mood though, and her long tongue wrapped around the shaft as she closed her mouth on it, sucking as I filled her from both ends.

For a while we just lost ourselves in sensation, of my cocks in her pussy and her mouth, of plunging into her hot depths and throbbing against her tongue. The only sounds were moans and grunts and the wet sounds of flesh on flesh as we enjoyed ourselves and each other. Then I slowly started to bend her over, pulling on her horns to keep her head tilted back, her tail lifting of its own accord as I plunged into her hard and fast. The moment I pulled on her horns again in that new position, she came again, shuddering as she squeezed around my cock.

Reading her hunger through the link, I didn’t pause at all, fucking her through her orgasm and rubbing her clit to keep her pleasure rolling. I altered the angle just so, the nubs raking at her inner depths, the tendrils playing with her and assaulting every sensitive point on her body. I played with her clit, teased her nipples, toyed with her horns and her tail, tugged and squeezed and rubbed with a well-learned rhythm, forcing her orgasm to extend as she milked at the shaft hammering her depths. My tendrils made wet noises every time I impaled her, mingled cum dripping from where I filled her.

Only when she came down from her pleasured haze did I finally orgasm myself, filling her muzzle and pussy with more sticky seed, and that jolt was enough to spark another shudder of pleasure from her. The claws on her feet gouged lines in the stone as she arched, swallowing the mana-rich seed which, to dragon senses, was quite the treat.

Sometimes she went in for very long sessions, though unlike The Hurricane she had both the body to take it and the self-control to properly end it, but neither of us were in the mood for that sort of thing. Instead I began to vibrate the cock buried in her pussy, thrusting into her again and again in a bid to drive her toward the final blissful state my breeding station needed to get at her soul. She milked at the cock, tail coiling and whipping about every time I bottomed out in her, smoke pluming from her nostrils as she sucked the breeder in her mouth.

Her body rocked back and forth with the force of my thrusts, braced against the tendrils wrapped around her hips and arms. I squeezed her breasts harder as I found the proper rhythm, pinching her nipples while my tendrils vibrated against her clit, making her walls squeeze around me. Slowly the heat kindled inside her again, rising as I fucked her, pushing her toward release. Her body tensed, almost tugging hard enough to tear the tendrils holding her up and she shuddered into orgasm.

I came along with her, more mana-rich seed flooding her body, and the two of us relaxed together. The peak of orgasm slid smoothly into a warm afterglow, the magic coursing through her as she surrendered to me just enough for the soul magic to work. The overlay appeared. Only one option mattered.

Purify: Removes all forms of depletion by replacing all of target’s energy with dungeon core mana reserve: 602,280 mana

Practically my entire mana pool emptied out at once, surrounding and infusing Ansae’s soul. I lowered her down to a hastily-made divan as the [Purify] Skill went to work, finally able to see the exact process. Though I could only partly understand it.

The first initial flush of mana seemed to completely displace the mana that made up the soul structure to begin with, completely pure of either intent or Affinity. Then it started working from the core outward, stabilizing the structure and spinning new pieces out of the extra mana. Every scrap was accounted for, each point of mana condensing down into a single piece of the soul framework.

Shayma and Iniri had only taken an hour, but from the complexity of what I was seeing, Ansae would take longer. I could see why it took all the mana at once, though, looking at how the soul rebuild worked. It had to be there, available, simultaneous with the soul’s sideways existence, because of the fragile nature of what was supposed to be untouchable. Even the slightest amount of mana leaking in would contaminate it all and collapse it.

“Mmm,” Ansae said, as I slid my breeder out of her mouth. “Now that feels good.” She glanced down to where blue glowed through her flesh. I understood now that was more of a side effect, a pure mana radiation, not something emitting actual photons. Ansae cupped her belly, letting the light gleam through her hands, and we watched my mana repair her soul.