Draykan leans over the bouncer again. He squeezes her tits and fucks her cow pussy with gusto. He breathes heavily into her ear, enticing her with the sounds of his own delight. All the while, he fills her with the pleasure of attention and domination.
It’s something the strong woman had craved yet hadn’t told anyone, but Draykan is a Paladin of Love. He understands the desires of others through his training in the Order and his experience on the sex battlefield.
He slams deep into her, letting out a groaning roar into her ear, holding onto her tightly and not letting go as his twin heads shoot deep into her womb.
The cow shudders and moos. She is no more a tough bouncer right now than she is a living being driven by her most primal biological desires. At this moment, it is all that she needs or feels that she ever will need.
She collapses, sighing, groaning, and spent.
He pulls himself free and finds a cream pie dripping from her folds. He nods, pulls up his pants, and turns toward the door. “You can call the Floresian if you want to see me again, as long as I’m in town.”
The cow rolls onto her back, her chest rising and falling, a smile upon her face. She shakes her head and says. “The boss won’t be happy with me.”
“I’ll take care of your boss.”
“She’s been watching this whole time.” The bouncer says this, pointing up to the window.
Draykan follows her directions, spreading his wings and lifting up off of the ground. He knocks upon it when he gets to the window, staring at the figure beyond.
Shimmering scales slither away from the window, but not before the tip of a long, coiled tail flicks open the latch to the outside. The dragon opens the window and lands inside the warm room, his claws clicking on the hardwood flooring.
“You’ve introduced yourself with quite the show, indeed,” the voice from deeper within the room says.
The dragon says. “Purity is a protector of the people of Anteronia, and you spoiled her with your dark magic. I can’t allow you to get away with that.”
“Spoiled her? Hm… a good term,” the voice hissed, coming from a doorway at the end of the room. “After all, I gave her everything she’s ever wanted, and more!”
Draykan opens the half-opened door and steps inside. He sees the shadowed figure coiled up on the other side of the darkened room. Surrounding her are other pairs of eyes, etched as glowing hearts, and all staring in his direction.
The room was quite the scene of shadowy ambiance, with the one who had led Draykan here hissing in a delightful laugh. The dragon’s gaze remains on the various erotically-addled individuals clinging to the beast that makes this club its lair. “I’m going to guess what’s going on here,” the dragon knight says, folding his arms over his chest. “This is your establishment. You are running a business here in Anteronia. But it’s not enough for a monster like you. You have to curse the people here to becoming sex-addled mind slaves.”
The figure laughs, slithering out of the grasp of its moaning and grinding servants, raising up upon a powerful tail, its form going higher than Draykan.
Instead of staring straight ahead, he doesn’t look upward. Where he keeps his gaze affixed upon the creature’s chest, clad in a tight and clingy party dress.
“You’re a smart boy,” the creature hisses, hands slipping over her body. “But you’re not entirely correct. I don’t enslave my lovers. I just grant them relief with my gaze of inhibition, destroying the barriers that society has built up within them. Surely, you’ve seen the oppressive regime that seeks to cow the people in their perfect world of law and order? This is a place of ancient and powerful magic that is being co-opted by a demanding and restrictive god.”
“This isn’t the way to go about it,” Draykan says, “and I’m willing to do what I must to free these people and allow them to make a choice themselves.” As he stands there, his fists tremble. He recalls years of his life spent in the dark, prodded and tortured, seeded with a darkness that grew into a monster within him—a monster that he forced upon another unwillingly. “There’s always a choice.”
Multiple hisses fill the chamber. Many of them are tiny, writhing high above Draykan. The sounds confirm his draconic senses have been telling him this whole time about the nature of his foe. 
“Oh, but the choice is merely a matter of those with power. Those without fall under the pressure of wanting a choice but not having one. Either they fret themselves to the grave, fighting a futile battle to change their lot in life, or they submit and enjoy all that their pathetic lot offers them.” She flicks one of her femboys under the chin with the tip of her tail, and he whines in delight.
“You’re starting to make me feel like I have less and less of choice here,” Draykan says, his rage quieting down as a smirk spreads across his snout.
“You have a choice. You could look me in the eyes instead of staring at my tits. I’m not going to just give them to you… not unless you let go.”
“Maybe after I convince you to release everyone under your spell.”
“Convince me? Well words surely aren’t working. But, perhaps something else will? I can sense it in you—that warrior’s spirit. I wonder where that came from, your dragon heritage? Or something else entirely?”
“You’ll have to find out. Sometimes, you don’t know a person until you struggle against them.”
“Curious,” the serpentine gorgon says, stroking her chin with long, sharp-nailed fingers. “But not untrue. What told you that I enjoyed a struggle?”