Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl Apr 2026

Good , she thought. Let it think I’m a broken tool returning to the womb.

Kyri swallowed the Emberstone. Her mother’s fire ignited in her chest.

“Thank you for your compliance,” she murmured, and walked deeper. The Chamber of Unmaking was not a room. It was a cathedral of coils, where molten metal dripped like sweat from overhead ducts, and the floor was a living lattice of nerve-cables. At its center, suspended in a cage of ribs, burned the Emberstone.

The Alons Factory was not built. It had grown. A century ago, the alchemist-warlord Alon Vert had fused his own nervous system to a living engine, transforming his body into a factory that consumed villages and birthed automaton soldiers from iron wombs. The factory felt . Its corridors pulsed with peristaltic rhythms. Its forges moaned like laboring mothers. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl

Then she pulled out, leaving the foreman a drooling husk.

“No…” she snarled. “I am not your womb.”

One thick cable found her slit. Another coiled around her phallus, squeezing with precise, cruel rhythm. She gasped—not in pain, but in unwanted arousal. The factory understood pleasure as a weapon. It began to pump warm, narcotic oil into her, and her limbs grew heavy. Good , she thought

And deep inside, in the Chamber of Unmaking, lay the Emberstone—the crystallized heart-fire of Kyri’s mother. Without it, Kyri’s clutch would never hatch. Her siblings lay dormant in their eggs, cooling toward death.

She was not what most stories called a dragon.

“The end of your lineage,” she said. “And the beginning of mine.” The Alons Factory collapsed into a crater of rust and silence. Kyri flew home on wings that dripped molten starlight, the Emberstone beating in time with her twin hearts. Her mother’s fire ignited in her chest

Alons Factory – Futanari Dragon Quest

The tunnel contracted around her. Hot, oily, alive. Ridges of soft iron pressed against her scales, and somewhere in the dark, a low hum vibrated through her bones. The factory was tasting her.

“You are not weapons,” Kyri told them. “You are heirs.”