lucoa's dragon form

“There we go! I knew you'd remember!” She grinned wickedly, releasing my dick and using both hands to fiddle at the side of her skirt. It fell away, revealing an unbelievable, thick eight inch cock, springing ready and eager into the air! God damn! I'd never have guessed Ray, of all people, had a dick like that! If I'd known, maybe we wouldn't have picked on him so much. “All senior year, you and your jock friends thinking you were such hot stuff! Pinning me down, making me suck you off, calling me your sissy faggot bitch, just because I was a little bit effeminate, and wasn't into sports! Taking pictures of me doing it, blackmailing me, so you didn't even have to hold me down anymore! Making me come whenever you'd call! You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this moment! But we're going to see who's the bitch now, aren't we Brian? Oh, yeah! We're going to see!”

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Roc was narrowly holding his own, but he realized the battle couldn’t be decided on the ground. He pulled away from Ingram and flapped his wings, taking to the sky with his nemesis chasing after him. They flew laps around the arena, colliding and exchanging blows in midair. The audience raised their eyes and fingers to the sky, watching the airborne battle in shock and awe. Both feathers and blood were shed with each collision, with talons ripping through flesh and punches landing with devastating force. Over and over, it seemed like they would crash into the stands, but by some miracle, they stayed in the air. Higher, they rose, taking their battle above the arena. The tournament no longer mattered, only the battle, and there were no edges in the sky.