The daughter before the mother

With the information absorbed from the minds of your new futa soldiers, you teleported solo to the crypt entrance, preparing yourself for the imminent sexual battles you would have there.

You did not take into account the large number of zombies and skeletons that prowled several floors of the crypt, arriving directly at a huge room, in which you felt a remarkable presence in the room, specifically in front of you.

Looking up, you looked into the eyes of a 15-foot tall Dracoliche, who was looking at you with total desire thanks to your majestic body, and you as a slightly more decent rival than the Nosferatu, although not much.

The tension was in the air and you felt numerous runes on the stage activating slowly, preparing your magic for the imminent fight, still keeping in mind that the mother of this half-dead dragon was still missing.