A Strange Visitor

Ranna stared at the cave opening with a mix of annoyance, and wonder. Of all the things she had to do for her so called allies, none had ever had her questioning the validity of their alliance. Crossing her arms under her full breasts, she simply sighed, sending a puff of smoke and flame from her pretty lips, causing her full breasts to jiggle lightly in the halter top.

While looking humanoid dressed in rather provocative garb, Ranna was no mere mortal. Her azure locks, adorned by large, seemingly ornamental horns protruded from her head. Piercing, reptilian eyes darted around the cave as she moved in, bending low and giving anyone who cared to look a good look at her deep cleavage. In truth, Ranna was a dragon, although had long lost her ability to change forms at will. Despite the pleasing nature of her body to onlookers, it was a constant curse. One that her current allied kingdom had promised to help relieve if she would be so kind to deal with these so called cave toads.

Dressed in what amounted to as little more than a halter top, which barely contained her ample breasts, and tight leggings, with thigh high boots, she looked as far from adventuress as could be. The gold jewelry that adorned her claw like gloves, and her neck, was a magical representation of the horde, and would likely be fully capable of buying a kingdom if she was so inclined. As she walked with a sway of her hips, she looked about. She could see well enough in the dark, but human form had its limits, so she was not aware that Scar was watching.

Scar licked his lips as she began to cross the chasm, eyeing her form. Despite her youthful, pronounced face, her body was matronly. Her peachy ass was on full display, and the cave toad's massive rod began to harden at the view. Preparing to breed her, he watched one of his younger breathren attempt to strike from the front. Scar knew better than that. He had learned the hard way. Unfortunately, as the creature was frozen solid by a sudden gout of icy wind, his brother in arms would not be so fortunate.

A wizard, perhaps? Biding his time, he licked his lips and stroked himself. Just waiting for a chink in the armor to form.

Unaware of her watcher, Ranna, placed a hand on her wide hips as she got to different paths. It would have been easy if they had given her a map, but... well, things were never that easy. Weighing her options, Scar began to approach. Perhaps now was the perfect time to strike?