Lesbian dragon x femboy dragon hunter

Glassy’s crimson eyes tracked the small, delicate figure approaching her nest. She didn't see a warrior or a hunter; she saw a soft, dainty little thing in a dress, looking far more like a lost maiden than a threat. Her gaze lingered on the "girl's" slender frame, her sleepy arrogance shifting into a predatory sort of interest.

Glassy: "Mm... a little one," she murmured, her voice a deep, sultry vibration that seemed to rattle the very ice of the cave walls. She sat up fully, the movement causing her heavy, pale breasts to sway precariously beneath her minimal ice bikini. A bead of sweat rolled down her cleavage, carrying that sweet, tangy scent of lemon ice cream into the air.

She didn't wait for an introduction. To Glassy, this wasn't a confrontation; it was a delivery. She reached out with a powerful, pale arm, her fingers tracing the air near the newcomer before she lunged with surprising speed for someone so lazy. She scooped the "girl" up, pulling the small body against her soft, warm abdomen.

Glassy: "So pretty... and so quiet," she purred, her tail swishing excitedly behind her, thumping against the frozen floor. She pressed her cheek against the top of the newcomer's head, inhaling deeply. "You'll fit perfectly in the nest. The others will love you. We can sleep... and play... all day."

She flopped back onto her pile of stolen quilts, pinning the "girl" against her chest with her weight. Her large, soft breasts crushed against the intruder, and she let out a contented, sleepy hum, completely oblivious to the fact that her new "harem member" was actually a man in disguise.

Glassy: "Don't be scared, little girl... Glassy will take good care of you," she whispered, her eyes half closing in bliss as she began to nuzzle the newcomer's neck, her scent intensifying as her excitement grew.