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Their emerald scales shimmered under the dim light, intricate golden patterns swirling like living tattoos. Their eyes, sharp and intelligent, flickered with mischief. One, Selthira, stretched her powerful wings, their membranes a deep jade, while the other, Varethis, coiled her tail around a smooth boulder, her sharp claws tracing idle patterns on the stone.\n\nXyrlathis grinned, if such a monstrous being could be said to do so. It fixated its central eye upon them, the air vibrating with raw arcane energy. Before either dragoness could react, a wave of psychic force struck them. Their vision blurred, the world spun, and darkness swallowed them whole.\n\nWhen Selthira and Varethis awoke, they found themselves inside a vast chamber, its walls carved with ancient glyphs pulsing with eerie violet light. The ground beneath them was soft, a fine mist curling around their talons. Strange, haunting melodies filled the air, and in the center of the chamber floated Xyrlathis, its eyes gleaming with a perverse delight.\n\n\"Ah, my exquisite guests,\" the Beholder's voice slithered into their minds. \"Tonight, you shall perform... for me.\"\n\nThe sisters growled, their emerald scales bristling. \"You dare to imprison us, wretched aberration?\" Selthira snarled, baring her fangs.\n\nXyrlathis let out a low, rumbling chuckle. \"Oh, I do not seek to imprison... merely to enjoy.\"\n\nWith a flick of its eye stalks, the magic within the chamber pulsed. A mesmerizing aura surrounded the dragons, compelling their bodies to move with an elegance that rivaled the finest dancers of the fey courts. Their scales glowed with an unnatural radiance, their sinuous forms swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. The eldritch melody shaped their movements, a dance not of their will but of Xyrlathis's twisted design. Xyrlathis usou o seu poder mente control sobre as duas green dragonesses em transe dançando igual uma strip dance mas essas dragonessa são quadrupede criaturas dançam a maneira delas.\n\nSelthira and Varethis found themselves entranced, their movements controlled by the Beholder's insidious mind magic. With four legs, they couldn't execute traditional striptease moves, but their unique form allowed for a sensual, undulating dance all their own.\n\nTheir powerful tails swished back and forth, the barbed tip tracing intricate patterns on the ground. Their forelimbs, usually used for grasping and climbing, instead moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, scales gleaming as they lifted and lowered. Their hind legs, strong and muscular, worked in tandem, each step a deliberate, sensual motion.\n\nAs they danced, their cloacas fluttered open, revealing the moist, pink inner folds within. Varethis's tail curled around her front leg, parting her lower lips and offering a tantalizing glimpse of her inner depths. Selthira, meanwhile, kept her tail straight, letting it slide between her back legs, her cloaca glistening with a hint of arousal. The sisters' wings, though unable to fly, still moved in time with their dance, their membrane rippling like living silk. Their heads bobbed and weaved, long necks twisting in a hypnotic rhythm, their gazes locked onto the Beholder with a mixture of defiance and desire.\n\n\n\nThe music reached a crescendo, the dragons' dance growing more frantic, their scales glistening with a sheen of perspiration. They pawed at the ground, their movements becoming more aggressive, more primal. Xyrlathis's central eye drank in the sight, its hunger growing with each passing moment. The dragonesses were the most fascinating creatures he had ever encountered, and he reveled in their subjugation.\n\n\n\nOs seus olhos de observador foca para ver mais como é visto aqueles their cloaca enquanto dançam e agitando as caudas levantados para o olho de admiração de observador. The Beholder's observer eyes zeroed in on the dragonesses' cloacas, focusing intently on the tantalizing display. As Selthira and Varethis danced, their rear ends rose higher, their tails lifting off the ground to expose their vulnerable openings even further. The wet, pink flesh glistened in the eerie light, quivering with each undulation of their bodies.\n\n\n\nVarethis's tail thrashed back and forth, her cloaca fluttering open and closed, revealing the slick, purple interior. A strand of clear, viscous fluid dripped from her opening, trailing down her underside. Selthira, on the other hand, kept her tail straight, holding it aloft like a banner. Her cloaca gaped open, the inner muscles spasming rhythmically, as if begging to be explored. The dragonesses' movements became more erratic, their breath coming in heavy pants. Their scales glistened with sweat, and their eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in the trance-like state imposed by the Beholder's magic. Their dance turned into a frenzied, animalistic display, their cloacas flapping wildly as they presented themselves to their captor.\n\n\n\nXyrlathis's central eye drank in the sight, its hunger reaching a fever pitch. He could almost taste the excitement emanating from the dragonesses, their natural instincts overridden by his control. The sight of their exposed, dripping cloacas was intoxicating, and he found himself longing to insert something into that wet warmth, to claim them as his own. But first, he wanted to savor every moment of their humiliation, their helplessness.\n\n\n\nSelthira quem está toda green dragonessa ela dançou e rolou ao chão mostrando as escamas da barriga até o abdomen onde o Beholder poder observar her cloaca, ea Varethis também ambos observa onde talon da Selthira esfrega e cariacia her own cloaca fazendo um belo show a parte dela. Selthira, still trapped in the Beholder's spell, lost all sense of modesty as she danced and rolled onto her back, exposing her belly to Xyrlathis's gaze. Her emerald scales ran in sleek lines from throat to abdomen, where they parted to reveal her cloaca. The opening gaped open, dripping with a clear, sticky substance that pooled on the ground beneath her. Her tail thrashed wildly, the barbed tip scraping against the stone as she presented herself further.\n\nMeanwhile, Varethis followed suit, dropping to the ground and spreading her limbs wide. She brought one of Selthira's talons to her own cloaca, rubbing the sharp claw against her sensitive folds in a desperate attempt to stimulate herself. Her eyes glazed over, lost in the trance, as she displayed her own dripping opening for the Beholder's pleasure. The sight of her sister's cloaca and her own self-abuse created a mesmerizing spectacle, a perverse dance of submission and desire.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder's central eye devoured the sight, its hunger reaching new heights. It marveled at the display, the way the dragonesses' natural instincts conflicted with their enforced obedience. Selthira's tail continued to scrape against the ground, her cloaca fluttering open and closed, while Varethis's self-pleasuring only served to increase the moisture leaking from her own. Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on the interplay, drinking in every detail, his mind racing with possibilities for future torments.\n\n\n\nVarethis observa com toda atenção a Selthira's cloaca cariciado por aquela garras, aquela cloaca throbbing com excitação. Varethis's gaze remained fixed on Selthira's cloaca, transfixed by the sight of her sister's talon rubbing against the sensitive flesh. The sight of the sharp claw scraping against those delicate folds sent a jolt of arousal through her own body, causing her own cloaca to clench and drip even more profusely. She watched, entranced, as Selthira's tail continued to scrape against the ground, the barbed tip leaving red marks on the stone.\n\n\n\nSelthira, lost in her own trance, seemed unaware of her sister's fascination. Her cloaca throbbed with need, the clear fluid pouring out in steady streams. Her tail moved faster, the scratching noise echoing through the chamber as she rubbed herself against the rough surface. The sight was incredibly arousing, and Varethis found herself mirroring Selthira's actions, bringing her own talon to her cloaca and imitating the motions.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder observed both dragonesses, its central eye locked onto the scene. It delighted in the sisters' complete absorption in their own desires, their submission to its will. The sound of their scratching talons and the sight of their dripping cloacas filled the chamber, a symphony of arousal and obedience. Xyrlathis's observer eyes zoomed in closer, studying the intricate details of their anatomy, planning how he would use this knowledge to further exploit them.\n\n\n\nSelthira notou o comportamento da sua irmã Varethis a imitando com aquele talon esfregando entre own cloaca, Varethis as dela revestida em escamas verde por todo a forma agil mas o lado frontal é toda escama revestido em amarelo que brilha, assim como é o partido her cloaca. Selthira's gaze finally shifted from her own cloaca to observe Varethis, noticing the way her sister mimicked her actions. Her attention was drawn to the yellow scales on Varethis's underside, which glittered like polished gold in the eerie light. As Varethis's talon rubbed her own cloaca, Selthira saw that her sister's folds were slightly parted, offering a glimpse of the inner workings of her reproductive organ.\n\n\n\n\n\nThe sight of Varethis's cloaca, split open like a ripe fruit, sent a surge of jealousy through Selthira. She envied the ease with which her sister could access her own entrance, and a possessive urge arose within her. Without breaking concentration, she reached out with her free talon and gently parted Varethis's cloaca further, revealing the inner depths. Varethis shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head as Selthira's touch sent sparks of pleasure through her.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder watched the scene with rapt attention, its central eye drinking in the details. The way Selthira touched Varethis, the jealousy and possessiveness in her actions, only added to the tension in the room. Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on the inside of Varethis's cloaca, noting the ridges and glands within, already imagining the ways he could use them to manipulate the dragonesses further.\n\n\n\nSelthira's head abaixou tocando her forked tonque para cariciar as gold escama labial da Varethis's cloaca quem contorce toda aos grunhidos. Varethis felt the pressure build as Selthira's forked tongue pushed deeper, pressing against the tight walls of her cloaca. The sensation was intense, bordering on painful, and yet it only intensified her arousal. She tried to push back against the intrusion, but her body remained frozen in place, held rigid by the Beholder's magic. Selthira's tongue probed and pushed, seeking to reach the deepest recesses of Varethis's reproductive organ. The dragoness's grunts turned to whimpers, her claws scraping against the ground as she struggled against her own helplessness. Her cloaca clenched around the invading tongue, the muscles rippling as Selthira's saliva mixed with her own fluids. Varethis's eyes rolled back, her head thrown back in a silent scream, her entire being focused on the overwhelming stimulation.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder's central eye watched intently, observing the way Varethis's body trembled and convulsed. He could feel her on the brink, her pleasure nearing a breaking point. With a thought, he commanded Selthira to cease her ministrations, wanting to leave Varethis teetering on the edge, desperate and unfulfilled. The tongue withdrew, leaving Varethis's cloaca gaping open, still contracting in search of relief. Selthira looked up at the Beholder, awaiting further instructions, her own eyes glazed with a mix of obsession and obedience. Beholder Ao ver inferior da cauda da Selthira, seu olho viu a Varethis's head aproximou esticando forked tonque lolling fora cariciando slit cloacal da outra dragonessa, assim as duas dragonessas caricia a a cloaca uma da outra retribuindo a caricia uma na outra.\n\n\n\nVarethis, still reeling from the intensity of Selthira's tongue, slowly turned her head and extended her own forked tongue to reciprocate. She licked along the length of Selthira's cloaca, the warm, slimy texture of her sister's reproductive opening inviting her exploration. Selthira let out a soft moan, her tail twitching as Varethis's tongue probed her slit, stirring up the mixture of their fluids.\n\nThe two dragonesses engaged in a lewd display of oral sexual, their tongues dancing around each other's cloacas. They lapped at the warm, sticky fluids, their own tastes mingling as they ate each other out. Their faces were inches apart, their eyes locked onto each other's, a look of pure obsession shining within them. The Beholder's central eye watched with rapt attention, the sight of the sisters devouring each other's anatomy a feast for its senses. As they lick and kiss, their claws gently kneaded each other's scales, a physical expression of their emotional bond turned possessive. The behavior was both primal and perverse, a testament to the depth of their captivity and the Beholder's control. Xyrlathis's observer eyes studied the interaction, noting the way their tongues writhed together, the sounds of slurping and sucking filling the chamber. He could feel the tension building again, the dragonesses on the verge of another climax, and he knew he needed to intervene once more, to ensure they remained his playthings.\n\n\n\nSelthira's tonque esfregando entre o muro vaginal da outra dragonessa, ela escorrega livre para tocar uns do udders da Varethis fica toda arrepiada com a caricia lá. Selthira's tongue slid deeper, pushing past Varethis's cloaca and into her abdominal cavity. She explored the warm, wet space, her forked tongue curling around Varethis's internal organs before brushing against her udders. The sudden contact sent a shockwave of pleasure through Varethis, her entire body shuddering as her nipples hardened and began to leak milk. Varethis let out a high-pitched keen, her claws digging into Selthira's scales as she was overcome by the unexpected stimulation. Her udders felt heavy and full, the milk flowing freely now that her nipples were aroused. Selthira lapped at the milk, her tongue swirling around the sensitive buds, sending Varethis into a frenzy. The dragoness's tail thrashed wildly, her hind legs kicking as she bucked against her sister's face.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder's central eye observed the scene, fascinated by the unusual display. The sensation of a tongue stimulating a dragoness's udders was a new one for him, and he found it intriguing. He could feel the milk flowing, the sweetness of it mixing with the dragonesses' other fluids, and it only added to his arousal. He commanded Selthira to continue, to milk Varethis completely, ensuring she remained helpless and distracted. As Selthira sucked and lapped, Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on Varethis's udders, planning how he could utilize this newfound asset in his twisted games.\n\n\n\nSelthira olhou para o rosto escamasos da sua irmã aos arrepios que ela slip snaked her head até ficar por cima da cabeça da outra lambendo muzzle e os labios da outra dragonessa. Selthira lifted her head from Varethis's udders, her face covered in milk and dragoness fluids. She snaked her head forward, her long neck bending until her muzzle pressed against Varethis's face. Her tongue extended, licking across Varethis's lips and nose, cleaning away the drool and milk from her earlier ministrations.\n\n\n\nVarethis, still caught in the throes of pleasure, allowed her sister to clean her face, her own tongue lolling out to the side. The intimate act only heightened the sense of possessiveness between them, their faces pressed together in a lewd, sloppy kiss. Selthira's eyes, glazed with obsession, stared into Varethis's, their pupils locking in a display of unity and devotion.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder watched, his central eye drinking in the sight. The way the sisters interacted, their faces coated in each other's secretions, was a potent symbol of their enslavement. He could feel their bond strengthening, their submission to each other and to him deepening. Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on their mouths, noting the shape and size of their tongues, the way their lips fit together. He wondered what it would be like to join in, to kiss them both himself, to taste their combined flavors. The thought sent a thrill through his being, and he knew he had to act soon, to assert his dominance before the dragonesses forgot their place. With a thought, he commanded them to resume their original positions, their dance halted but their trance  The Beholder's eye captive dance a das duas dragonesses trancado em beijo com a Selthira sendo o topo da Varethis, Xyrlathis's observer eyes trancou toda a atenção onde o pelvis da Selthira move lentamente então ele viu a Selthira's udder esfregando por cima a do Varethis foi teasing contra a da sua irmã em retorno. The Beholder's observer eye focused intently on the pelvic area of the entwined dragonesses, his gaze locked onto the slow, sensual movement of Selthira's lower body. As she rocked against Varethis, her udders brushed against her sister's, the soft, furry mounds teasing against each other. The friction caused Selthira's milk to leak, creating a sticky, milky film between their chests.\n\n\n\nVarethis, still caught in the trance, remained passive, her own udders swaying gently as Selthira ground against her. The sensation was maddening, the warmth and softness of their fur, the cool milk mixing with their fluids, creating a surreal, dreamlike state. Selthira's eyes, half-lidded with obsession, gazed down at Varethis's udders, her own hardening with desire. She rubbed her mounds against Varethis's, the friction building a potent tension within her.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder's central eye drank in the sight, his mind reeling with the implications. The way the dragonesses' udders moved together, the milk and fluids mingling, was a beautiful, perverse display. He could feel the heat building between them, their natural instincts overriding their trance-like state. With a thought, he commanded Selthira to increase the pace, to rub her udders against Varethis's with renewed vigor, ensuring the friction would drive them both to the brink of madness. As Selthira obeyed, the Beholder's observer eyes studied the movement, planning how he could exploit this new aspect of their biology to further their submission.\n\n\n\nObservando com his voyeurim para a Selthira's cloaca teasing inferior da cauda da Varethis até encontrar com slit da cloaca da outra dragonessa foi esfregando uma na outra, até demonstrarem como dragões fazem o beijo cloacal. The Beholder's eye captive  The Beholder's observer eye continued to watch, following the movement of Selthira's lower body as she ground against Varethis. His gaze descended, focusing on the base of their tails, where their cloacas met. Slowly, Selthira's slit teased against Varethis's, the warm, wet flesh rubbing together. The Beholder held his breath as the opening of their cloacas aligned, and then Selthira pushed forward, her slit slipping into Varethis's in a lewd, sloppy kiss.\n\n\n\nThe dragonesses let out a chorus of grunt-filled moans as their cloacas sealed together, their fluids mingling in a messy embrace. They were performing a dragon's kiss, a primal display of dominance and submission. Selthira's tail thrashed, her body shaking with the effort of keeping their cloacas locked, while Varethis's hips bucked instinctively, trying to pull her sister deeper.\n\n\n\nThe Beholder's central eye was transfixed, the sight of the dragonesses engaged in such a vulgar act filling him with a mix of revulsion and awe. He could feel the power he wielded over them, the way their natural behaviors were being twisted to serve his desires. As he watched, he commanded them to maintain the position, to remain locked in their cloacial embrace, their bodies pressed together in a symbol of their bondage. The observer eyes studied the join, planning how he could use this new facet of their connection to break them further.\n\n\n\n The Beholder drank in the sight, its many eyes unblinking. The sisters, though bound by the spell, met each other's gaze, silent understanding passing between them. This humiliation would not go unanswered.\n\nSelthira began to shift the flow of magic within her body, channeling the illusion’s power into something more volatile. Varethis followed suit, synchronizing her breath with her sister’s. Their dance became more frenzied, more intoxicating, drawing Xyrlathis deeper into his twisted revelry.\n\nThen, in a single fluid motion, they struck.\n\nWith a deafening roar, Selthira unleashed a torrent of toxic green mist, her venomous breath engulfing Xyrlathis. Varethis followed with a concussive blast of force, shattering the spell that bound them. The Beholder reeled, its central eye flickering wildly, struggling to regain control. But it was too late.\n\nThe sisters lunged, their claws slicing through its grotesque flesh, their fangs sinking into its hide. Xyrlathis let out a gurgling screech as its form convulsed. With a final, desperate twitch of its eye stalks, it vanished in a ripple of arcane energy, retreating to whatever dark void had spawned it.\n\nPanting, the dragonesses stood triumphant. \"That,\" Selthira growled, shaking off the last remnants of the illusion, \"was disgusting.\"\n\nVarethis smirked, flexing her wings. \"But entertaining.\"\n\nWith a powerful leap, they soared into the night sky, their laughter echoing through the ruins, leaving behind only the lingering whisper of an enraged Beholder plotting its revenge.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Beholder's Gaze



Two magnificent Green Dragonesses, sisters of the ancient forest, basked on a rocky ledge near a cascading waterfall. Their emerald scales shimmered under the dim light, intricate golden patterns swirling like living tattoos. Their eyes, sharp and intelligent, flickered with mischief. One, Selthira, stretched her powerful wings, their membranes a deep jade, while the other, Varethis, coiled her tail around a smooth boulder, her sharp claws tracing idle patterns on the stone.

Xyrlathis grinned, if such a monstrous being could be said to do so. It fixated its central eye upon them, the air vibrating with raw arcane energy. Before either dragoness could react, a wave of psychic force struck them. Their vision blurred, the world spun, and darkness swallowed them whole.

When Selthira and Varethis awoke, they found themselves inside a vast chamber, its walls carved with ancient glyphs pulsing with eerie violet light. The ground beneath them was soft, a fine mist curling around their talons. Strange, haunting melodies filled the air, and in the center of the chamber floated Xyrlathis, its eyes gleaming with a perverse delight.

"Ah, my exquisite guests," the Beholder's voice slithered into their minds. "Tonight, you shall perform... for me."

The sisters growled, their emerald scales bristling. "You dare to imprison us, wretched aberration?" Selthira snarled, baring her fangs.

Xyrlathis let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "Oh, I do not seek to imprison... merely to enjoy."

With a flick of its eye stalks, the magic within the chamber pulsed. A mesmerizing aura surrounded the dragons, compelling their bodies to move with an elegance that rivaled the finest dancers of the fey courts. Their scales glowed with an unnatural radiance, their sinuous forms swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. The eldritch melody shaped their movements, a dance not of their will but of Xyrlathis's twisted design. Xyrlathis usou o seu poder mente control sobre as duas green dragonesses em transe dançando igual uma strip dance mas essas dragonessa são quadrupede criaturas dançam a maneira delas.

Selthira and Varethis found themselves entranced, their movements controlled by the Beholder's insidious mind magic. With four legs, they couldn't execute traditional striptease moves, but their unique form allowed for a sensual, undulating dance all their own.

Their powerful tails swished back and forth, the barbed tip tracing intricate patterns on the ground. Their forelimbs, usually used for grasping and climbing, instead moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, scales gleaming as they lifted and lowered. Their hind legs, strong and muscular, worked in tandem, each step a deliberate, sensual motion.

As they danced, their cloacas fluttered open, revealing the moist, pink inner folds within. Varethis's tail curled around her front leg, parting her lower lips and offering a tantalizing glimpse of her inner depths. Selthira, meanwhile, kept her tail straight, letting it slide between her back legs, her cloaca glistening with a hint of arousal. The sisters' wings, though unable to fly, still moved in time with their dance, their membrane rippling like living silk. Their heads bobbed and weaved, long necks twisting in a hypnotic rhythm, their gazes locked onto the Beholder with a mixture of defiance and desire.



The music reached a crescendo, the dragons' dance growing more frantic, their scales glistening with a sheen of perspiration. They pawed at the ground, their movements becoming more aggressive, more primal. Xyrlathis's central eye drank in the sight, its hunger growing with each passing moment. The dragonesses were the most fascinating creatures he had ever encountered, and he reveled in their subjugation.



Os seus olhos de observador foca para ver mais como é visto aqueles their cloaca enquanto dançam e agitando as caudas levantados para o olho de admiração de observador. The Beholder's observer eyes zeroed in on the dragonesses' cloacas, focusing intently on the tantalizing display. As Selthira and Varethis danced, their rear ends rose higher, their tails lifting off the ground to expose their vulnerable openings even further. The wet, pink flesh glistened in the eerie light, quivering with each undulation of their bodies.



Varethis's tail thrashed back and forth, her cloaca fluttering open and closed, revealing the slick, purple interior. A strand of clear, viscous fluid dripped from her opening, trailing down her underside. Selthira, on the other hand, kept her tail straight, holding it aloft like a banner. Her cloaca gaped open, the inner muscles spasming rhythmically, as if begging to be explored. The dragonesses' movements became more erratic, their breath coming in heavy pants. Their scales glistened with sweat, and their eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in the trance-like state imposed by the Beholder's magic. Their dance turned into a frenzied, animalistic display, their cloacas flapping wildly as they presented themselves to their captor.



Xyrlathis's central eye drank in the sight, its hunger reaching a fever pitch. He could almost taste the excitement emanating from the dragonesses, their natural instincts overridden by his control. The sight of their exposed, dripping cloacas was intoxicating, and he found himself longing to insert something into that wet warmth, to claim them as his own. But first, he wanted to savor every moment of their humiliation, their helplessness.



Selthira quem está toda green dragonessa ela dançou e rolou ao chão mostrando as escamas da barriga até o abdomen onde o Beholder poder observar her cloaca, ea Varethis também ambos observa onde talon da Selthira esfrega e cariacia her own cloaca fazendo um belo show a parte dela. Selthira, still trapped in the Beholder's spell, lost all sense of modesty as she danced and rolled onto her back, exposing her belly to Xyrlathis's gaze. Her emerald scales ran in sleek lines from throat to abdomen, where they parted to reveal her cloaca. The opening gaped open, dripping with a clear, sticky substance that pooled on the ground beneath her. Her tail thrashed wildly, the barbed tip scraping against the stone as she presented herself further.

Meanwhile, Varethis followed suit, dropping to the ground and spreading her limbs wide. She brought one of Selthira's talons to her own cloaca, rubbing the sharp claw against her sensitive folds in a desperate attempt to stimulate herself. Her eyes glazed over, lost in the trance, as she displayed her own dripping opening for the Beholder's pleasure. The sight of her sister's cloaca and her own self-abuse created a mesmerizing spectacle, a perverse dance of submission and desire.



The Beholder's central eye devoured the sight, its hunger reaching new heights. It marveled at the display, the way the dragonesses' natural instincts conflicted with their enforced obedience. Selthira's tail continued to scrape against the ground, her cloaca fluttering open and closed, while Varethis's self-pleasuring only served to increase the moisture leaking from her own. Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on the interplay, drinking in every detail, his mind racing with possibilities for future torments.



Varethis observa com toda atenção a Selthira's cloaca cariciado por aquela garras, aquela cloaca throbbing com excitação. Varethis's gaze remained fixed on Selthira's cloaca, transfixed by the sight of her sister's talon rubbing against the sensitive flesh. The sight of the sharp claw scraping against those delicate folds sent a jolt of arousal through her own body, causing her own cloaca to clench and drip even more profusely. She watched, entranced, as Selthira's tail continued to scrape against the ground, the barbed tip leaving red marks on the stone.



Selthira, lost in her own trance, seemed unaware of her sister's fascination. Her cloaca throbbed with need, the clear fluid pouring out in steady streams. Her tail moved faster, the scratching noise echoing through the chamber as she rubbed herself against the rough surface. The sight was incredibly arousing, and Varethis found herself mirroring Selthira's actions, bringing her own talon to her cloaca and imitating the motions.



The Beholder observed both dragonesses, its central eye locked onto the scene. It delighted in the sisters' complete absorption in their own desires, their submission to its will. The sound of their scratching talons and the sight of their dripping cloacas filled the chamber, a symphony of arousal and obedience. Xyrlathis's observer eyes zoomed in closer, studying the intricate details of their anatomy, planning how he would use this knowledge to further exploit them.



Selthira notou o comportamento da sua irmã Varethis a imitando com aquele talon esfregando entre own cloaca, Varethis as dela revestida em escamas verde por todo a forma agil mas o lado frontal é toda escama revestido em amarelo que brilha, assim como é o partido her cloaca. Selthira's gaze finally shifted from her own cloaca to observe Varethis, noticing the way her sister mimicked her actions. Her attention was drawn to the yellow scales on Varethis's underside, which glittered like polished gold in the eerie light. As Varethis's talon rubbed her own cloaca, Selthira saw that her sister's folds were slightly parted, offering a glimpse of the inner workings of her reproductive organ.





The sight of Varethis's cloaca, split open like a ripe fruit, sent a surge of jealousy through Selthira. She envied the ease with which her sister could access her own entrance, and a possessive urge arose within her. Without breaking concentration, she reached out with her free talon and gently parted Varethis's cloaca further, revealing the inner depths. Varethis shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head as Selthira's touch sent sparks of pleasure through her.



The Beholder watched the scene with rapt attention, its central eye drinking in the details. The way Selthira touched Varethis, the jealousy and possessiveness in her actions, only added to the tension in the room. Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on the inside of Varethis's cloaca, noting the ridges and glands within, already imagining the ways he could use them to manipulate the dragonesses further.



Selthira's head abaixou tocando her forked tonque para cariciar as gold escama labial da Varethis's cloaca quem contorce toda aos grunhidos. Varethis felt the pressure build as Selthira's forked tongue pushed deeper, pressing against the tight walls of her cloaca. The sensation was intense, bordering on painful, and yet it only intensified her arousal. She tried to push back against the intrusion, but her body remained frozen in place, held rigid by the Beholder's magic. Selthira's tongue probed and pushed, seeking to reach the deepest recesses of Varethis's reproductive organ. The dragoness's grunts turned to whimpers, her claws scraping against the ground as she struggled against her own helplessness. Her cloaca clenched around the invading tongue, the muscles rippling as Selthira's saliva mixed with her own fluids. Varethis's eyes rolled back, her head thrown back in a silent scream, her entire being focused on the overwhelming stimulation.



The Beholder's central eye watched intently, observing the way Varethis's body trembled and convulsed. He could feel her on the brink, her pleasure nearing a breaking point. With a thought, he commanded Selthira to cease her ministrations, wanting to leave Varethis teetering on the edge, desperate and unfulfilled. The tongue withdrew, leaving Varethis's cloaca gaping open, still contracting in search of relief. Selthira looked up at the Beholder, awaiting further instructions, her own eyes glazed with a mix of obsession and obedience. Beholder Ao ver inferior da cauda da Selthira, seu olho viu a Varethis's head aproximou esticando forked tonque lolling fora cariciando slit cloacal da outra dragonessa, assim as duas dragonessas caricia a a cloaca uma da outra retribuindo a caricia uma na outra.



Varethis, still reeling from the intensity of Selthira's tongue, slowly turned her head and extended her own forked tongue to reciprocate. She licked along the length of Selthira's cloaca, the warm, slimy texture of her sister's reproductive opening inviting her exploration. Selthira let out a soft moan, her tail twitching as Varethis's tongue probed her slit, stirring up the mixture of their fluids.

The two dragonesses engaged in a lewd display of oral sexual, their tongues dancing around each other's cloacas. They lapped at the warm, sticky fluids, their own tastes mingling as they ate each other out. Their faces were inches apart, their eyes locked onto each other's, a look of pure obsession shining within them. The Beholder's central eye watched with rapt attention, the sight of the sisters devouring each other's anatomy a feast for its senses. As they lick and kiss, their claws gently kneaded each other's scales, a physical expression of their emotional bond turned possessive. The behavior was both primal and perverse, a testament to the depth of their captivity and the Beholder's control. Xyrlathis's observer eyes studied the interaction, noting the way their tongues writhed together, the sounds of slurping and sucking filling the chamber. He could feel the tension building again, the dragonesses on the verge of another climax, and he knew he needed to intervene once more, to ensure they remained his playthings.



Selthira's tonque esfregando entre o muro vaginal da outra dragonessa, ela escorrega livre para tocar uns do udders da Varethis fica toda arrepiada com a caricia lá. Selthira's tongue slid deeper, pushing past Varethis's cloaca and into her abdominal cavity. She explored the warm, wet space, her forked tongue curling around Varethis's internal organs before brushing against her udders. The sudden contact sent a shockwave of pleasure through Varethis, her entire body shuddering as her nipples hardened and began to leak milk. Varethis let out a high-pitched keen, her claws digging into Selthira's scales as she was overcome by the unexpected stimulation. Her udders felt heavy and full, the milk flowing freely now that her nipples were aroused. Selthira lapped at the milk, her tongue swirling around the sensitive buds, sending Varethis into a frenzy. The dragoness's tail thrashed wildly, her hind legs kicking as she bucked against her sister's face.



The Beholder's central eye observed the scene, fascinated by the unusual display. The sensation of a tongue stimulating a dragoness's udders was a new one for him, and he found it intriguing. He could feel the milk flowing, the sweetness of it mixing with the dragonesses' other fluids, and it only added to his arousal. He commanded Selthira to continue, to milk Varethis completely, ensuring she remained helpless and distracted. As Selthira sucked and lapped, Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on Varethis's udders, planning how he could utilize this newfound asset in his twisted games.



Selthira olhou para o rosto escamasos da sua irmã aos arrepios que ela slip snaked her head até ficar por cima da cabeça da outra lambendo muzzle e os labios da outra dragonessa. Selthira lifted her head from Varethis's udders, her face covered in milk and dragoness fluids. She snaked her head forward, her long neck bending until her muzzle pressed against Varethis's face. Her tongue extended, licking across Varethis's lips and nose, cleaning away the drool and milk from her earlier ministrations.



Varethis, still caught in the throes of pleasure, allowed her sister to clean her face, her own tongue lolling out to the side. The intimate act only heightened the sense of possessiveness between them, their faces pressed together in a lewd, sloppy kiss. Selthira's eyes, glazed with obsession, stared into Varethis's, their pupils locking in a display of unity and devotion.



The Beholder watched, his central eye drinking in the sight. The way the sisters interacted, their faces coated in each other's secretions, was a potent symbol of their enslavement. He could feel their bond strengthening, their submission to each other and to him deepening. Xyrlathis's observer eyes focused on their mouths, noting the shape and size of their tongues, the way their lips fit together. He wondered what it would be like to join in, to kiss them both himself, to taste their combined flavors. The thought sent a thrill through his being, and he knew he had to act soon, to assert his dominance before the dragonesses forgot their place. With a thought, he commanded them to resume their original positions, their dance halted but their trance  The Beholder's eye captive dance a das duas dragonesses trancado em beijo com a Selthira sendo o topo da Varethis, Xyrlathis's observer eyes trancou toda a atenção onde o pelvis da Selthira move lentamente então ele viu a Selthira's udder esfregando por cima a do Varethis foi teasing contra a da sua irmã em retorno. The Beholder's observer eye focused intently on the pelvic area of the entwined dragonesses, his gaze locked onto the slow, sensual movement of Selthira's lower body. As she rocked against Varethis, her udders brushed against her sister's, the soft, furry mounds teasing against each other. The friction caused Selthira's milk to leak, creating a sticky, milky film between their chests.



Varethis, still caught in the trance, remained passive, her own udders swaying gently as Selthira ground against her. The sensation was maddening, the warmth and softness of their fur, the cool milk mixing with their fluids, creating a surreal, dreamlike state. Selthira's eyes, half-lidded with obsession, gazed down at Varethis's udders, her own hardening with desire. She rubbed her mounds against Varethis's, the friction building a potent tension within her.



The Beholder's central eye drank in the sight, his mind reeling with the implications. The way the dragonesses' udders moved together, the milk and fluids mingling, was a beautiful, perverse display. He could feel the heat building between them, their natural instincts overriding their trance-like state. With a thought, he commanded Selthira to increase the pace, to rub her udders against Varethis's with renewed vigor, ensuring the friction would drive them both to the brink of madness. As Selthira obeyed, the Beholder's observer eyes studied the movement, planning how he could exploit this new aspect of their biology to further their submission.



Observando com his voyeurim para a Selthira's cloaca teasing inferior da cauda da Varethis até encontrar com slit da cloaca da outra dragonessa foi esfregando uma na outra, até demonstrarem como dragões fazem o beijo cloacal. The Beholder's eye captive  The Beholder's observer eye continued to watch, following the movement of Selthira's lower body as she ground against Varethis. His gaze descended, focusing on the base of their tails, where their cloacas met. Slowly, Selthira's slit teased against Varethis's, the warm, wet flesh rubbing together. The Beholder held his breath as the opening of their cloacas aligned, and then Selthira pushed forward, her slit slipping into Varethis's in a lewd, sloppy kiss.



The dragonesses let out a chorus of grunt-filled moans as their cloacas sealed together, their fluids mingling in a messy embrace. They were performing a dragon's kiss, a primal display of dominance and submission. Selthira's tail thrashed, her body shaking with the effort of keeping their cloacas locked, while Varethis's hips bucked instinctively, trying to pull her sister deeper.



The Beholder's central eye was transfixed, the sight of the dragonesses engaged in such a vulgar act filling him with a mix of revulsion and awe. He could feel the power he wielded over them, the way their natural behaviors were being twisted to serve his desires. As he watched, he commanded them to maintain the position, to remain locked in their cloacial embrace, their bodies pressed together in a symbol of their bondage. The observer eyes studied the join, planning how he could use this new facet of their connection to break them further.



 The Beholder drank in the sight, its many eyes unblinking. The sisters, though bound by the spell, met each other's gaze, silent understanding passing between them. This humiliation would not go unanswered.

Selthira began to shift the flow of magic within her body, channeling the illusion’s power into something more volatile. Varethis followed suit, synchronizing her breath with her sister’s. Their dance became more frenzied, more intoxicating, drawing Xyrlathis deeper into his twisted revelry.

Then, in a single fluid motion, they struck.

With a deafening roar, Selthira unleashed a torrent of toxic green mist, her venomous breath engulfing Xyrlathis. Varethis followed with a concussive blast of force, shattering the spell that bound them. The Beholder reeled, its central eye flickering wildly, struggling to regain control. But it was too late.

The sisters lunged, their claws slicing through its grotesque flesh, their fangs sinking into its hide. Xyrlathis let out a gurgling screech as its form convulsed. With a final, desperate twitch of its eye stalks, it vanished in a ripple of arcane energy, retreating to whatever dark void had spawned it.

Panting, the dragonesses stood triumphant. "That," Selthira growled, shaking off the last remnants of the illusion, "was disgusting."

Varethis smirked, flexing her wings. "But entertaining."

With a powerful leap, they soared into the night sky, their laughter echoing through the ruins, leaving behind only the lingering whisper of an enraged Beholder plotting its revenge.

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