When Lactania and Markus retrieved all they could from the succubus, they left the demon a drained and twitching mess, completely knocked out and no longer a threat.

On their way through the dungeon, Markus rubs his tummy and licks his lips.

"Now it's time to give their boss a talking to," Lactania says, clenching her fist and speeding up her approach.

Markus blinks, holding his stomach and following her. "Are… are you sure about that, my teacher? We could escape. That’ll be enough to tell him he shouldn't mess with us."
Lactania smiles at her pupil, holding his hand in hers, and nods. "If we don't deal with this now, he will most likely return for us. It’s now or never."

Markus nods, squeezing her hand.

The two of them pass what would be an easy exit to continue further to the deepest recesses of the dungeon, and when they push open the great doors leading into the chamber beyond, glimmering piles of gold greet them in torchlight.

And sitting upon those piles, lounging in all his wealthy splendor, is a red dragon, anthropomorphic in shape and muscular in build. His broad shoulders lie upon his coin mattress, his tail swishing along his riches, and his statuesque frame is displayed for the two to see in all its glory.

"Ah," he rumbles, his voice a deep and seductive baritone. “Lactania, you've proven far more resourceful than I could have imagined. But that is why I had hoped to find you in the first place."

"You must be Halatraxion," Markus says, growling. "You should know better than to mess with another dragon's possessions!"

Lactania squeezes Markus's hand, and the dragon backs down, nodding and watching her.

Halatraxion chuckles, smirking in a shark-toothed grin. "Oh, well, you should know very well that it's not in a dragon's nature to share."

"And you," booms Lactania, "should know that I'm not a prize to be won nor a treasure to abscond."

"Well then," Halatraxion says, pushing himself up. Mounds of coins roll off his shoulders and back into piles at his feet. Smoke emerges between his teeth as he looks down at the milk mage and her apprentice. "It looks like the two of you will have to learn that I decide what is or isn't true in my domain."

He grows large in the chest, smoke billowing around him. The air pressure is like wind, forcing Lactania and Markus to step a few paces toward him. He smirks and then bellows forward, a cone of fire erupting from his throat.

Lactania smirks.

The milk mage squeezes her full and bare tits, gushing a powerful stream of her dairy straight toward the roaring flame. It crashes against the fiery blast, steaming and frothing and filling the room with the cooked milk scent, leaving the treasure chamber in a smoke-filled ambiance.

The dragon coughs and bats his wings, pushing the smokiest steam away from him, leaving only a white misty haze about the place. "Oh, that's just cute. I didn't bring you here to show me cheap parlor tricks," he says, rolling his shoulders and stretching. "I wish to create invincible weapons emboldened by potent magic!"

"Weapons?" Markus gasped. "With Lactania's milk as an energy source, then…"

"That's right," Halatraxion says, stepping forward, "Then I would have a near-limitless supply of arms that I can use to conquer and then rule with an iron fist."

Forming his hand into a fist, the dragon throws a swiping punch toward Markus.

Markus hops back, his eyes wide as the appendage barely brushes over his snout.

Halatraxion furrows his brow and continues to spin, whipping his tail. This time, it strikes the dragon, sending him flying into the coins, the force scattering the gold all across the room.

"Huh… must not have done my morning stretches," the dragon jeers. "That should have sent you careening into next week." He says this, rolling his shoulder. Yawning, he continues. "I'm growing bored of you too. Why don't you give up and return to your cages?"

Lactania stares at him with furrowed brows and raises her arms. Her eyes glow a deep violet as magical energy forms around her, creating a powerful blast of energy.

Halatraxion stands his ground, snickering. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." He says, his legs wide, his toes gripping into the ground.

The milk mage fires off the energy ball, shouting the magical words to empower it further. The thing is large and burns with crackling electricity.

Halatraxion lifts his arm before him, catching the attack with it. He then parries the blast, sending it flying into the wall and causing an explosion of stone and mortar.

Lifting his wings, Halatraxion lets them block the rubble, and with just as guided and quick movements, he flicks the debris off his membrane.

"Come on… if I couldn't undo a simple spell, do you think I would seek you out?"

"Seems to me," begins Lactania, "that if you were so powerful to begin with, you wouldn't have bothered to capture me in the first place."