No, but...

You look around, seeing walls of book cases surrounding you, a few tables here and there with various knickknacks on them. You look around, seeing small walk ways between shelves and bookcases. But you head a noise, something akin to chanting coming from the central hall. The strange part of the chanting was that it was spoken in some form of language that seemed to resonate within you, like some forgotten secret hidden in the back of your mind. It was powerful and instilled a sense of longing.

Cautiously, you walked towards it, doing your best to remain quiet and be vigilant for anything that could surprise you, whether it be traps or monsters.

As you travel further through the hall, feeling as though you were expected, you start to see glowing markings along the halls in a rainbow of pulsating colors, colors that represent the dragon variants. The marks swirl around a massive door from where a glowing light radiated from. You recognized these markings as the symbols of dragon kind.

Had the local lich actually been trying to pray to Tiamat? What foolish non draconic monster would dare try to commune to the great mother of all dragons!? This sacrilege would require the utmost ass breaking of punishments and you would be the one to deliver it.

You promptly smash through the door with a rage filled roar, claws flexing and breath weapon prepared to be spewed at the transgressor.

You froze up in shock. You didn't expect to see what lay before you.

In the middle of the room floated some sort of dragoness, wings of magical runes on the floor swirling around and what stood behind her was a shrine to the true goddess. That didn't shock you, what shocked was the appearance of this dragoness.

She was oddly thin, having mere H cup breast with stiff nipples and cute ass smaller than usual dragons. She was rocking a 25 inch ribbed, black dick with grapefruit like balls dangling below her.

Her face was cold, lifeless, yet incredibly beautiful, with full lips covered in purple lipstick that complemented her alabaster skin. Her horns were more like thorns, her claws like sickles, and wings were oddly tattered despite how young she appeared to be. Her hair was like a pitch black curtain flowing from her scalp and the rest of her draconic parts were the same colors as yours. She did have muscle on body but it was much smaller than yours. By dragoness standards, she looked weak. But you doubted she was a normal dragoness.

The lights started dying down and she appeared to break from her trance like state, revealing the pitch black abyss of around her yellow irises. In a raspy, emotionless voice, she hissed at you, "Sister..."