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“You are not weapons,” Kyri told them. “You are heirs.”

One thick cable found her slit. Another coiled around her phallus, squeezing with precise, cruel rhythm. She gasped—not in pain, but in unwanted arousal. The factory understood pleasure as a weapon. It began to pump warm, narcotic oil into her, and her limbs grew heavy. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl

“No more waiting,” she whispered. Entry was simple. The factory’s outer husk was riddled with exhaust vents, each one a sphincter of heated metal. Kyri shifted—not fully into dragon, but into a half-form : wings folded tight, limbs elongated, her phallus unsheathed and slick with a natural pheromone that mimicked the factory’s own lubricating fluids. “You are not weapons,” Kyri told them

Kyri’s mother’s voice whispered from it: Daughter. You came. She gasped—not in pain, but in unwanted arousal

The Alons Factory was not built. It had grown. A century ago, the alchemist-warlord Alon Vert had fused his own nervous system to a living engine, transforming his body into a factory that consumed villages and birthed automaton soldiers from iron wombs. The factory felt . Its corridors pulsed with peristaltic rhythms. Its forges moaned like laboring mothers.

But as she reached for the cage, the factory spoke through a thousand throats.

In the volcanic nest, her siblings’ eggs cracked.