Starting strong: Fuck the Lich!

You unfurl your wings, and growl with hunger. You are a damned dragon, and your gonna make sure the undead down there know who's queen, and your going to prove it by making the strongest one their your bitch.

You let out a earth shaking roar, and take off, flying down towards the city, gliding and letting the air in your wings float you down to your target. You hear the Griffins above you cry out in shock as they see your large form emerge, no doubt afraid of what kind of change you will bring to the mountains with your arrival and making of a den. You all but lick your chops as you dream of a day when they 'rally' together and attack your lair, filled with your undead harem, only to get ass fucked and impregnated by you, adding a squad of griffin sluts to your harem and proving your superiority and dominance in the mountains once and for all.

You break out of your dreaming as you land in the middle of a roundabout that is in the center of the city. You can feel the dark futanari magic pulsing from within a building around here, and you can see which one it is... if vines turning into spiked bramble and the trees dying around it is any indication... that and a small ghoul orgy is happening outside of it.

Well, you know where the Lich is... only question is, how careful do you think this bitch is? Has she made this her own lair filled with traps and fuck hungry zombies, or is she a solitary individual and thinks no one would dare enter her lair, as nothing of significance has occurred around here in a good two centuries.