The mushroom beast suckled on Tahlea’s finger, elig a moan of involuntary pleasure in response. Dink reached her side, attempting to pry her finger from the monster’s mouth. Subtle light was gatherih the skin of her hand. Dink succeeded irag her finger, but not before the worst could happen. Her accumuted mana rushed into the Myid’s mouth.

  It burped in satisfa as Tahlea became unsteady. She blinked in fusion, pg her hand against her brow. Immediately after, she fainted on her feet colpsing backward. Dink caught her before she hit the floor. The iron cage cttered uhe ter, disturbing the creature iahlea sprawled gracefully across his p, her face looked peaceful.

  “Tahlea, wake up! Are you okay?” Dink excimed.

  He urgently shook her in an attempt to wake her, oblivious to the pink spores rising through the room. His focus was interrupted by something impag his back, knog him to the floor. Turning over, he entered Martha looming over him with her broom poised to strike.

  Fuck, I should have anticipated this. The spores have gotten to Martha. I feel them starting to affect me too. What did it do to Tahlea? I never colpsed when it ed my mana. Is it something to do with my draic bloodline?

  Dink rolled to the side just in time. The broom hit the floor where he had been ying moments earlier. Before he could react, Martha tossed aside her broom a atop him. She tore open her shirt to expose her generously endowed chest. Grabbing him by the head, she smothered him in her breasts.

  Dink floundered against her grip in an attempt to breathe. Iruggle, he desperately nipped her exposed areo. She yelped and pulled back long enough for him to briefly gulp in a mouthful of air. He felt his draic bloodline beginning to stir after inhaling a mouthful of spores.

  Shit, what if my bloodliracts the wurm? I don’t know how an instinctive lesser dragon is going to react to the aura of a true dragon. I might just turn myself into a bea to be devoured.

  Between struggling for breaths, he gripped the nearby table leg for support. His face was smashed sideways into the floor by Martha’s rge chest. Peekiween her breasts, he could see minuscule bck scales starting to form over his skin. Panic rising at the prospect of being the wurm’s dinner, Dink drew on his bloodline for added strength. He gripped hold of her plump ass to haul himself from the floor.

  Martha yelped in delight as she felt herself being slowly lifted from the floor at his dispy of herculean might. She submerged Dink in a sea of kisses, ing her legs firmly around his waist. Dink heard approag voices ing from the on room. Strength was surging through him as he fought to suppress his raging mana.

  Oh, no. I ’t let them in. If they’re exposed to the spores, there will be absolute chaos.

  Dink rushed to the door, ically carrying the woman twice his size across the room. He bumped into tables and stools, scattering furniture and cooking utensils in his wake. He let out a sigh of relief once he felt his back pressed securely against the kit door. The respite was short-lived, Martha began tugging at his trousers, exposing his stiff manhood. She quickly began hoisting her skirts.

  “Dammit, woman. Not now!” Dink excimed, wrestling with her hands to keep her skirts down.

  Dink was rocked forward by an impa the other side of the door. He relied on his bloodlirength to force it closed. Immediately after, a sed impact jolted him into Martha. She gasped in pleasure as he iently slipped ihe surprise of enteriweehighs, caused Dink to beomentarily distracted. More bodies joined in to batter against the door, knog Dink stumbling forward. They smmed into a nearby tertop.

  Dink looked like a toy in parison as she was flung backward by the impact. Gasping loudly, she maintained her grip like a wild rodeo. People burst into the kit, throwing the door from its hinges.

  “Martha! I’m going to kill you for putting your hands on her, beast!” A man practically shrieked, his voice rising an octave. It was the rge miing chi at the table on the way in.

  “She assaulted me!” Died. To emphasise his words, she moaned in pleasure, lost uhe effects of bestial lust.

  “Ugh, liar! Not my sweet Martha. What have you doo her?” The miner hysterically shouted, snatg a meat cleaver from a nearby hook.

  He lunged forward, entering the imperceptible spore field. His distraught posture quickly turned murderous. Dink was waging an internal battle with himself to suppress his draic aura from spreading.

  For fuck sake, the spores make people either want to fuck ht me. How am I supposed to deal with this? I ’t get Martha off me without hurting her. And I ’t loose trol of my aura or this could get much, MUCH worse.

  The scales had retracted bato his skin but were struggling to emerge. The miner recklessly charged across the room, blinding the meat cleaver toward Martha’s head. Mentally cursing, Dink swiped up the nearby frying pan to block, swooping Martha out of the way. The sound of metal oal rang out as Dink danced around the room parrying blows with the pan, Martha elig moans of pleasure after every impact.

  Dink scooped up a rack of dirty dishes, hurling them across the room. Ptes smashed against the walls and furniture as Martha’s chest aients threw off his aim. She suddenly slumped against him, pletely spent after reag climax. He was finally able to pry her from his hips, allowing him to focus on staying alive.

  The spores were dispersing, Dink could feel his draic bloodliling. Relieved, Dink spun to front his oppo. The miner savagely swung the meat cleaver at his neck. Instead of retreating, Dink tilted his body at an impossible ao step underh. He mercilessly swung the pan upward into the miner’s groin as he passed. The man crumpled to his knees clutg his testicles, dropping the cleaver with a whimper.

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