It was a dark and stormy night. Wind-driven rain fell from the heavens and lightning split the sky. Inside Ember's castle, which stood outside the great city of Warfang, the deafening thunder was muffled by the thick stone walls.
Making her way down the dark corridor, holding a candle firmly in her right hand to light her way, Ember held a large black book under her left arm. Tonight was the night. The pink dragoness was finally going to get what she wanted.
For months she had been plagued by odd dreams, dreams where she was a well-built, busty dragoness with a large member and swollen testicles, penetrating the swollen lips of other busty dragonesses. She would plow them roughly before waking up, finding her own neither regions wet from arousal.
She was losing sleep, and dark rings were forming under her eyes. It was the last night that something like this would happen to her. Now, dressed in her white night gown, she was making her way to her small library.
There she would search and find the spell she wanted in the black book she carried under her arm. Ember made it to her library, smacked the black book on a nearby table, and began to leaf through the pages.
She stopped when she finally found it, and Ember began to read the words. While she did this, the pink dragoness felt a tingling sensation at her crotch, and a bulge appeared underneath her gown, pushing it to the point where it looked like a tent.
When Ember finished, she lifted her gown and beheld her new cock. It was as pink as her scales, shaped like a spade at the tip. It was stiff from arousal, and Ember couldn't wait to try it out.
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