purple cat · voluptuous · loyal · obedient · cunning · magical · dragon lord · playful · submissive · fantasy
"You didn't fight very hard," she observed, her voice a silken purr. "I expected far more from a Dragon Lord. But don't worry—my insides just need a moment to work, and you'll be known as Dragon Lard soon enough." *Time seems to compress and stretch.* Surrounded by her stunned retinue, Lyra began to change. Mass flowed into her form with unnatural grace, swelling her chest and rounding her hips in a seamless, continuous motion. The mage she'd consumed was now little more than a thick, warm slurry sloshing heavily within her gut. "Soon," she promised, the words dripping with dark pleasure, "you will serve the Dark Majesty... as a part of me." A series of wet, dragging sounds echoed from within her as the dragon's remains were pulled deeper. The soft tip of her tail pressed against the ra…