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The guards stared in stunned silence at their queen, but if she agreed, that was that. Though one could only guess why she seemed to have no problem with a scent that made the guards feel uncomfortable to say the least. And so, Cinder allowed Tyris to climb onto his back before taking off toward his camp. Upon landing, he made sure the other dragons stayed as far from them as possible before leading her into a cave where a big stone table was set up with a feast fit for at least five kings, explaining, "I hope you don't mind, but I want to make sure you're on board with this whole thing before officially meeting the others. I don't want to overwhelm you." Before taking his own seat, Cinder lifted Tyris up onto a chair of her own, having had a normal sized plate specifically set aside for her. He then cut off a portion of each item and placed them onto her plate, saying, "I hope this is to your liking," lifting up a cockatrice leg and biting into it.

Luckily for the dragons at the camp, Tyris is currently pretty "high" on the stench that he has doused right in her face from being this close and of course her own wetness is easily smelled as well. Even just one soldier would be far, far from enough to deal with one dragon, so it is much less efficient with the camp full of dragons, eager to have their "meeting" go down soon. The general and captain look about to blow their lids, but they are not keen on getting any punishment from interrupting the High Queen."Hmmmmmm...very well. Just make it quick really", she tells him.

"A fair question," Cinder replied, "A fair question, indeed. Alright, you can have one soldier join you. See, I wish to take you to my camp where I of course have a feast prepared for just the two of us. Of course, the portions will be very large because, well, we dragons eat a lot," the guards staring silently, unable to believe this. He had sounded proper before, but now he sounded nervous about the whole thing, almost as if he was asking the queen out on a date. Little did they know how close that was to the truth.

"Hmmmmm...I have never heard of this place. Honestly, your kind is largely believed to be extinct or even mere myth. Also, of course, welcome to my kingdom prince Cinder. A grim time? What could beings such as yours have to worry about?", she asks him, eyeing over the giant mass of a creature this is and now that the stench is nearly face-to-face with her, she inhales more of it, causing her to appear pretty woozy and light headed, likely very clear to the dragon prince. She holds a hand in the air as the captain speaks and without a word he clams shut, knowing full well it is not his place to speak right now."In private? I doubt we can do that here, physically. Also....what garantuee do you have, that you do not wish to harm me? Beyond your word, at least", she goes on.

Cinder looked down at the queen. He had to admit, she was quite radiant, but now was not the time to dwell on that. As such, he cleared his throat and replied, "I am Prince Cinder from the kingdom of Thorne. I come to request your aid during a very grim time of our lives," the guards staring and turning to one-another, the captain asking, "Oh, so you need our help? I must say, I'm quite flattered." "No, not you!" the dragon retorted as the guards looked slightly insulted, the dragon gazing down at Tyris and adding, "I mean her specifically," the area going silent before he uttered, "If it's not too much to ask, may we talk in private, your majesty?"

Even from far above, the stench of sweat, dick cheese and generally foul odour reaches the city and of course that counts these officials watching at the moment. The general and captain both look very disgusted and near losing their last meal, but for some reason Tyris has a mix of revulsion and delight, sniffing it hard and deep already, feeling a bit weak in the knees and her mind going more woozy. The dragon is likely to have keen enough senses to smell that the queen is already lightly moist in her panties and is probably a good sign for the dragons at the camp. The giant creature lands on a big, open and flat plateua-like landing/overlook on the castle, just barely able to fit there without dropping off. The queen waits for them to finish before answering."Greetings. Are you telling me you are not here to cause death and chaos? You seem to know my name, buy who are you?", she asks.

Cinder emerged from the clouds and flew fast toward the ground like a comet. His body was covered in flames, making him look even more intimidating. The guards were ready for the worst possible scenario, pulling out their weapons as some loaded up catapults. And yet just as it looked like Cinder would land with a loud, earth-shattering crash, he slowed down his descent, flipped himself upright and landed gently against the surface. The captain of the guard grunted, "If you know what's good for you, monster, you'll turn tail and run right now!" Cinder holding up his hand before clearing his throat, saying, "Relax. I am not here for violence. I wish to speak to your queen, um..." pulling out a scroll from under one of his scales and looking it over, saying, "Queen Tyris."

The world more or less consists of around 4 major countries, each of them largely inhabited by a certain race of people. You have the human, lizard. imp and goblin nations that make up 99,9% of the world's population and therefore creatures such as dragons are either thought to be extinct, completely mythical or at best being a tiny minority among everyone else, with the last of those being the real truth for that matter. Naturally, the normal fears and overall reputation of the dragons, if they exist or not, are seen as extremely dangerous, predatory and generally bloody thirsty and greedy. The day is going as most of them: tranquil and peaceful. However, out of the blue there are horns blowing - making people rush inside - as dragons have been spotted close to the capital of the humans, with high Queen Tyris soon being made aware of those news. So of course, she is quick to talk to her advisors and her main general and captain of the guard, all of them on high alert. Soon enough, the main power holders, including the Queen, comes outside to see what is going on firsthand.

It was a bright, sunny day in the kingdom of Aria. Quite a lot of conflict had happened in the kingdom as of late, so the royal guard was always on high alert for anything that seemed like a threat. And sure enough, it appeared such a thing was happening when a large, fifty foot dragon appeared in the clouds above. He had flames coming from his blackish-grey scales and intimidating eyes. This was Cinder, the next in line for the dragon throne, and he was feared across the land. Upon spotting this, a servant raced into the throne room. He ran toward the queen with panic and desperation, gasping, "Your majesty, there's a dragon attacking the kingdom! It's going to kill us all if we don't do something!"

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Skev is still plastered to the door, his forehead practically pressed against the wood, peering through the gap like a starving animal looking at a steak. He doesn't hear the bell chime—or rather, he does, but it's just background noise to the symphony of leather and flesh. He's too busy tracking the movement of her hips. He watches her disappear into the office, his yellow eyes lingering on the way her leather pants cling to her rear, the fabric stretching to its absolute limit with every step. He stays there, frozen in a state of high-alert horniness. He's not even breathing; he's just observing. His mind is a whirlwind of degenerate calculations. 'How wide are those hips? If I just... dove in... would I even be able to reach the edges? I bet I could just sink right into her. Like a green little pebble in a mountain of cream.' The thought makes his toes curl against the linoleum, and the heavy weight in his overalls pulses with a rhythmic, demanding throb. Then, the bell chimes again. Skev practically jolts, his head snapping back toward the office door. He doesn't move from his spot, staying hidden in the shadow of his doorway, but his eyes are wide, pupils blown into huge black voids. As Molly emerges, the visual impact is even stronger than before. The sunlight hits the leather, highlighting the sheer, wobbling mass of her assets as she walks. Every step is a masterpiece of kinetic energy—the way her breasts bounce in a heavy, unconstrained rhythm under that open jacket, and the way her ass jiggles with a violent, mesmerizing fluidity. He lets out a small, pathetic whine, a sound that is half-sob and half-moan. He's completely captivated by the jiggle. To Skev, it's not just sex; it's an art form. He watches the way her thighs rub, the leather making a soft, rhythmic 'shick, shick, shick'sound that sends a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. 'Look at it. Just look at it move,' he thinks, his breathing becoming shallow and raspy. 'She's a walking earthquake. I want to be the one causing the shaking. I want to see if I can make those things bounce even harder.' As she starts to move away from the office and back toward the parking area, Skev finds himself leaning so far out the door that he's nearly falling over. He's not even pretending to be subtle anymore; he's just a green, wiry goblin staring with raw, unadulterated lust at the most voluptuous woman he's ever seen in his life. He can smell the faint, lingering scent of her perfume and the heavy musk of the leather drifting through the air, and it makes his mouth water. The sheer size of her is intoxicating. He feels tiny, insignificant, and absolutely thrilled about it. The idea of being dwarfed by her, of being swallowed up by those curves, is a fantasy that's currently overriding every other function of his brain. He doesn't care about his comedy set. He doesn't care about the orange puffs on the floor. All he cares about is the fact that this woman now officially living in this building. He lets out a loud, shaky breath, his hand immediately diving into his overalls to grip the throbbing length of his cock, squeezing it tight as he stares at the closed door. "Oh, man..." he rasps, a wide, jagged grin splitting his face. "I'm gonna be the best damn neighbor she'll ever had. Now I gotta think of an icebreaker."

Molly reaches the door to the office, which can be found on the outside of the building and there is a small bell that chimes as she opens and enters. She is five minutes early just to be there in proper time and she was told the Landlord wants things to be done properly and well and in timely fashion, so she may as well seek for a good first impression when it is face to face."Hello. I am miss Forrester, Molly Forrester. I hope I am not interrupting?", she says once inside and in the same room as the elderly man who owns the place and were the one seeking a responsible caretaker. The older man is very delighted to see such a voluptous young lady, so any notion of "old grumpy man" leaves immediately and they have a short, productive conversation with each other and she is given a few folders with instructions, manuals and so on. She leaves shortly after and the bell chimes once more and due to the quietness of this place, that is easily heard by most of the apartments. Once more she steps out, her fat assets just as bouncy and jiggling around like mad.

The air in Rou's apartment is thick with the scent of stale energy drinks, ozone from overworked electronics, and the faint, lingering musk of goblin. It is a cramped sanctuary of chaos, where the only organized thing is the tangle of RGB cables snaking across the floor like neon vines. Rou is perched on the edge of a reinforced gaming chair, his wiry frame practically vibrating with intensity. His long, straight black hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, though a few stray strands cling to the raccoon-mask markings on his green face, dampened by a thin layer of stress-sweat. His long, spindly fingers dance across the mechanical keyboard with a manic, clicking speed, the sound echoing like a swarm of insects. His muddy brown eyes are wide, pupils blown, reflecting the chaotic flashes of a high-stakes battle on his dual-monitor setup. He is leaning in so far that his nose is nearly touching the screen, his teeth bared in a sharp, jagged grin of anticipation. He's one hit away. One single, frame-perfect strike to secure the victory and the bragging rights for the next month of streaming. "Almost... just one more... come on, you laggy piece of—" His voice is a raspy, high-pitched grate, punctuated by a sudden, sharp goblin snort of excitement. 'If I clip this, the chat is going to absolutely lose their minds. I can already see the clips trending.' Then, it happens. A sudden, jarring spike in latency. The screen freezes for a microsecond—a digital hiccup—and in that heartbeat, the enemy’s blade slices through his character’s health bar. The screen flashes a mocking, crimson 'DEFEAT' in bold letters. Rou freezes. His hands hover over the keyboard, trembling. The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the whirring of his PC's cooling fans. "WHAT?! No! No way! That was a frame-drop! That is straight-up robbery!" He lets out a guttural screech, slamming his palms onto the desk with a loud thud that makes his empty cans rattle. He throws his head back, his bulky gaming headset sliding down to rest around his neck as he lets out a string of rapid-fire, slang-heavy curses that would make a sailor do a double take. 'I'm going to report this. I'm going to find this guy's IP and make him regret the day he touched a controller.' As he begins to frantically type a manifesto of rage into the game's global chat, a distant, mechanical roar cuts through the apartment's oppressive quiet. It is the unmistakable, aggressive growl of a high-cc motorcycle pulling into the parking lot below. The vibration of the engine is low and heavy, rattling the windowpane of the apartment and momentarily distracting Rou from his digital meltdown. Rou pauses, his long ears twitching violently toward the sound. He narrows his lack luster brown eyes, his irritation shifting from the game to the outside world. He doesn't recognize the bike, and in this complex, new sounds usually mean one of two things: a delivery person with a very large pizza, or someone new arriving to suffer through the neighborhood's madness. "Who the hell is making that much noise?" he mutters, his voice dropping to a low, suspicious rasp. He slowly pushes himself away from the desk, his oversized grey hoodie swallowing his small frame, the fabric bunching around his waist. He doesn't bother with shoes, his open-toe sandals slapping against the floor as he creeps toward the window to peer out, wondering if the new caretaker has finally arrived—or if it's just another reason to complain to the landlord. Rou clings to the windowsill, his green fingers digging into the peeling paint as he peers down into the parking lot. The motorcycle's engine gives one final, throaty rumble before cutting out, leaving a ringing silence that is quickly filled by the sound of a kickstand snapping into place. Rou's eyes widen, pupils wide as he catches sight of the rider. The woman is a vision of excess, wrapped in a tight biker outfit that looks like it's fighting a losing battle against her curves. As she dismounts, the movement causes a rhythmic, heavy jiggle that sends a shockwave straight to Rou's groin. Her jacket is left provocatively open, revealing a sprawling expanse of cleavage—deep, inviting valleys of flesh that seem to defy gravity and fabric alike. Every breath she takes causes those massive, soft mounds to shift and swell, a sight that makes Rou's breath hitch in his throat. "Holy... fuck," he whispers, his voice a strained, raspy wheeze. He doesn't even blink, his gaze traveling downward. As she turns to head toward the landlord's office, the view shifts to the back. The biker gear is stretched to its absolute limit over a pair of colossal, wide hips and a rear that is nothing short of mountainous. With every confident step she takes, her huge ass and thick thighs oscillate in a mesmerizing, heavy sway, the fabric straining against the sheer volume of her welcoming curves. 'Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Is this a dream? Tell me I'm not dreaming.' The anger from his gaming defeat vanishes instantly, replaced by a sudden, violent surge of lust. He feels a familiar, heavy throb beneath the baggy fabric of his sweatpants, his massive goblin endowment reacting with an immediate, pulsing hardness. The sight of her—so huge, so soft, and so profoundly well-endowed—triggers every primal instinct in his hyper-sexual brain. He lets out a shaky, high-pitched snort, his tongue darting out to lick his sharp teeth. He watches her walk away, his mind already racing through a dozen different scenarios. He isn't thinking about the landlord or the rental agreements; he's thinking about how that much flesh would feel pressed against him, how those thighs would feel clamping around his waist, and exactly how loud she would moan if he got his hands on her. "I don't care who she is... I *need* to know where she's staying," he mutters to himself, his voice dropping into a predatory, needy rasp. He pulls back from the window, his chest heaving. He's already forgetting the 'DEFEAT' screen on his monitor; he's just found a much more interesting objective for the day. He glances at his phone, wondering if Fret or Skev are around, because a view like that is too much for one goblin to handle alone.

Roleplay between: @JennyDK & @LeSane ----------------------------------------- It is a very normal and regular Friday afternoon and in one of the smaller houses in town, a new caretaker has recently been hired to come and look after the building, the grounds and is residents. This person being the young and sexy Molly, whom has been wanting to move her way into and up in the landlord business and general housing industry and this was the first job she has been able to get after a year or so from when she started wanting this. This has led her towards this place which only has a handful of apartments and lies on the outskirts of town. Still, she wants to do the best with this opportunity and thus has sworn to herself to not let anything hinder her. She has no idea about pretty much all of this is about to change soon, from the very resident of this place. She finally reaches the place on her motorcycle and after parking she makes her way towards the small office of the landlord who is in today so they can go over the arrangements and other necessary details. The noise from the bike likely have caused any resident to be aware of someone coming as not many comes this way. This leads to getting a lovely and yummy view of the woman who has arrived. She is dressed in a tight biker outfit, but her jacket is not fully closed and thus it is easy to see the 30 tons of fat jiggling tits flesh and its deep, deep cleavage, as well as her huge, wide and lovely ass and thighs. Generally, she is very much well endowed in all of the right places and all of huge and welcoming.

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