“It’s as I’ve feared. It’s turned you totally cum-brained. Don’t worry… I have a solution.”
The dragon’s eyes glow, and from behind Purity, there emerge more tentacles. One of them grabs an arm and pulls it up over her head. Another grabs her other arm and holds sit back. A third gets one ankle in its oily grasp, while a fourth pulls both legs apart, making her skirt ride up, giving her dripping and desiring pussy a bit of fresh air.
“Y… you’re threatening me with a good time!?” She asks, laughing with a throaty, manic, and derisive cackle.
“Maybe,” Draykan says, shrugging. “But we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”
More tentacles emerge, weaving over her chest and between the buttons of her top. With the dragon’s magical prowess, he uses them to undo her outfit and pull it apart, sending her pink nipples spilling free in their heart-shaped glory. The tips of the tentacles then return, sliding along her plump mounds, leaving a trail of eldritch marks over her skin. They trace her unique areolas, swerving and flicking over the rounded and pointed edges before returning to her nipples, poking out already from the stimulation.
“Ha… aah… g… giving me what I… I want?”
“Not quite. A curse like this seeks to transfer itself to another victim, spreading out to others as much as possible. For what purpose? Well, it could be many things. Mostly, it’s a form of control.”
He tilts his head as he speaks, directing the tentacles. They swirl and tweak and pinch.
Purity arches her back, gasping into the alleyway, her eyes widening, her breath becoming loud and moan-filled.
When the tentacles retract from her breasts, she breaks her moans, dangling from the suspending tentacles.
There’s a moment of silence as she gathers her breath, smacks her lips, and turns her horny gaze upwards towards Draykan. “I… is that all? You going to ask me if I’m cured now, Draykan?”
Draykan’s response comes from a set of two tentacles sliding up her legs, coiling around her and squeezing her thighs. They trail between her legs and stroke over her labia, up and down, down and up. “Does that answer your question?”
“Nngh…” she grits her teeth, shuddering and sighing, throwing her head back and laughing. “Fuck, you’re gonna violate me!”
“Can’t violate those willing, now can I?”
She laughs. “Well, you won’t be able to stand letting the tentacles do all the job, dragon. Soon, you’ll want to have me with both of those wonderful blue and gold cocks of yours! You’ll claim me like those other girls, knock me up and ruin me, and then, mmmph!”
Another tentacle appears while she speaks, snaking around her neck in a loose hold, a choker more than choking her. It slides up and plops itself right between her lips.
The thing wriggles downward, playing with her tongue, binding it before slipping along her cheeks and the roof of her mouth and then thrusting.
She throws her head back to accommodate the length. Her neck bulges against the tentacle holding her. While she lets out her groans of delight, the thing repeatedly pumps deep into her throat.
“You’re talking too much, and it’s getting annoying. Let’s get you nice and uncorrupted, shall we?”
The tender lashings at her labia suddenly stop. The two tentacles that made up the movements twine together, expanding their girth until they become a clump of pulsating matter. Another tentacle slips up on top of the two, riding them. The mass lunges forward with a nod of Draykan’s head, pushing up into Purity, pressing through and filling her.
She screams through the mouth tentacle, thrashing about, but held down by Drakan’s magic. Her lower body bulges as it pushes up inside her, thrusting in sync with the one at her mouth. The tentacles continue to run a train on her as the third one presses, pokes, strokes, and prods her clit.
Tears run down her eyes as her screams get louder and lewder, her body shuddering and shaking, each thrust deeper and harder and spreading out further.
Draykan lifts a hand, and the tentacle in her mouth pulls free, making her cough up, spit, and cry out in unrestrained glee.
Purity’s body convulses as she’s filled by the fake cock inside of her, letting out the lewdest cry this alleyway has probably witnessed. She collapses once she’s done, breathing slowly, her throat ragged, and her body limp.
Draykan lowers her down and steps up to her. He rolls her onto her back, where she flops and stares weakly up at him, her pussy drooling with the discharge of delight.
All the tentacles disappear, save one, which Draykan uses to pull the skirt up, exposing Purity’s puffy pussy and the waning symbol etched at her womb.
“Looks like it’s weakening. How do you feel?”
“D… Draykan…?” Purity asks, blinking. “Wh… where am I… what… are you doing…? Oooh…” she curls up, placing two fingers up into herself, shuddering, sighing, gasping, and groaning.
It’s not quite as powerful, but it’s still affecting you. We might need to go a bit harder to satisfy the curse. “Guess I have no choice.”
Draykan steps up to the curled-up Purity. The magical girl’s body quivers with the latent need that lingers from whatever fell curse has coursed through her body. As a Paladin of Love, the dragon knows all about various ailments that can turn a person into a heat-induced mess as she is now, and he knows the dangers associated with such afflictions.
He wraps his wings around her and lifts her up from her prone position, cradling her in his arms.
“Dr… draykan,…” she groans. “I need it. Give it to me.”
“You know I can’t do that,” he says, pressing his nose up against her cheek, rolling out his tongue, and lapping a tender kiss at her neck. “Your curse could still spread to me if I were to fuck you right now.”