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"No, me!
"Me!"
The noble stands erupted into violence as fists were slung and slaps were thrown.
The fighting rapidly spread across the crowd and a brawl of thousands broke out, black eyes spreading like a plague, tented clothing becoming a weak point that others exploited, fists thrown even as the other hand eagerly jerked themselves off, groans of pleasure and roars of fury as those at the front fought to crawl up onto the stage.
Ellaria pursed her lips.
"It's just a Dress..."
Behind her Fey scrunched her eyes shut as hard as she could, hands tight over her face, murmuring the most boring things she could think of to herself.
"One plus seven is eight, eight times three is, uhm, twenty six, and uh, four times twenty six is a really big number and cold water all over me and paint dries really slow and, uhm, grass and hay is nice!"
Her efforts barely had an effect, a constant pulsing spray of precum continued coming from between her legs, covering the stage entirely in a wash of clear fluid and spraying far over the crowd, raining down on fighting or masturbating people.
Her back hooves came to the back of the stage, nearly slipping off, and Fey was forced to stop.
"And ice cubes and snow on my bits and oh no no no!"
The centaur fretted, shaking her hand covered head realising she was trapped in a crowd of thousands and ready to explode.
The pulsing spray of clear fluid was interrupted by a pair of massive purple and cream scaled thighs. A pair of massive purple thighs that stepped into the spray, huge clawed feet splashing in the precum puddling over the stage.
Fey heard the thud of steps coming closer, closer, then the sound of someone bending down, their heavy breathing nearing her head, her ear, her summer hat and hair fluttering under the huge exhalations.
"Your scent is doing things to me, centaur." growled a deep draconic voice.
Fey EEP'd! And tried to back away but finding the edge of the stage again realised she was trapped, one leg dangling off in thin air.
"Things I haven't felt since I was a young dragon many centuries ago. My body is tingling, and I feel this need settling deep within. I am... Restless."
A huge clawed hand came down on Fey's lower back and she gasped.
"Centaur. I am going to do things to you that you will remember for a lifetime."
A second claw came down and Fey panicked, kicking madly as she was entirely lifted into the air by the dragoness and slung over her shoulder, her floppy summer hat still somehow remaining on.
"But not here, this isn't a sight for non-dragons, they do not merit the sight, it is beyond them."
Fey heard the sound of a pair of wings flapping and yelped as gravity suddenly seemed to fall away beneath her. She managed to peek between her fingers and could only look on in horror as the ground dropped away below them at a terrifying rate, her stomachs going cold in sheer terror.
The full on riot that was taking place below was already disappearing from view and in moments they were flying over the city of Bine, flying, then coming down, down into the City's great palace.
Fey had been kidnapped by Lady Alexandria.
She had to wonder if that was better than ejaculating on a crowd of thousands.
It was hard to say.
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Fey found herself in a vast rectangular hall inside the palace. The gold and painting trimmed ceiling was fifty foot above her head, and if she looked down the length of the hall she thought it must be at least one hundred and fifty foot long and eighty foot wide.
Yes, it was indeed vast.
Yet the ground was completely unseen beneath a sea of ornate pillows which varied in size from normal to the size of small buildings, all of them masterfully crafted.
A group of human maids in black maid uniforms were tending her as she awkwardly stood amongst the pillows, two of them holding an open topped barrel which her still furiously spurting cock sprayed precum into, the drumming of fluid against wood quickly overtaken by the sound of fluid splashing against fluid. After a few minutes when the barrel was starting to fill a second pair of maids replaced the barrel with a fresh barrel. Any precum that was missed or splattered free was quickly cleaned up, the maids apparently employing some kind of enchanted glass bottles which sucked the fluid from the pillows when the opening was pressed against the fabric. When the bottles were filled they were carried off and replaced with fresh bottles, the process continuing.
"My my, such a productive little centaur you are," said Lady Alexandria. She was lazing on one of the enormous pillows, dozens of black dressed maids tending her nine and a half foot body, furious buffing and polishing of her claws and scales even as they slowly removed the Dragonesses plate lorica armour. She'd already tossed aside the massive sword she wore on her back and it lay atop one of the larger pillows.
"Uhm, I, I'm worried about Ellaria!"
"Oh your Elf friend in the pretty Dress?"
Fey nodded meekly.
"Don't worry yourself, I sent in my legions to break up the rioters. That elf doesn't realise what she has with those looks of hers."
"She doesn't?"
Lady Alexandria leaned forward, the maids polishing her black horns having to scramble to avoid being knocked over.
"No. I saw her without and with the dress, it doesn't take an arch-mage to see something is at play with the combination of herself and the dress. That elf has stumbled on a weapon."
Fey stared blankly at her.
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