the last of the goblins was slayin as the little shits tried to overwelm you before. Soon though after scavenging the dead you find a gold key to a locked door they were guarding. You open the door as you find a 15 foot tall three headed dragoness sleeping nude. Chained to the wall and three collars around their necks.

The three-headed Dragoness sleepily opens one eye, inspecting her new visitor. Her tail sways lazily behind her as she examines you through slitted eyes, wondering if you're friend or foe. The sound of the chain clanking against the stone wall pulls her focus to her bindings, causing a low growl to rumble in her throat. She lifts her head slightly, gazing at you with each eye in turn as they slowly open and close like a cat's.

The largest head, the one on her chest, snorts and looks you over. "You're no goblin," she grumbles, her voice deep and rich like warm honey. Her shoulders tense as she pulls against her chains to get closer to you, her tail lashing in annoyance at the binding. "And I don't recall asking for a visitor."

The middle head, set on her neck, narrows its eyes. "So what do you want?" it demands, its voice higher and more cautious than the other two. The smallest head perched on top of her skull blinks slowly, curiosity getting the better of it as it studies your face with unabashed interest.

Her largest head snorts dismissively. "You're just another fool trying to play the hero," she growls, but then pauses as her curiosity gets the better of her. The middle head stiffens. "What do you mean?" it demands, a hint of fear in its voice as it suspects there might be truth in your words. The smallest head frowns. "No one's been playing with me," it pouts, tilting its head to the side.

The Dragoness strains against her chains again, her tail slapping the floor impatiently. "I could kill you where you stand, child," she hisses, her yellow eyes flashing dangerously.

The Dragoness' eyes widen in disbelief as she watches the memories unfold before her mind's eye, revealing the true intentions of her tormentors. Her body goes lax against the chains, surprise and relief washing over her features. She looks down at you with newfound respect and gratitude.

"You... you freed me?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "Why did you do this?" The smallest head nuzzles your hand, its tiny fingers poking curiously at your skin. "I could never repay such a kindness," the Dragoness continues, shame painting her face as she admits defeat and vulnerability.

The Dragoness' eyes widen with sympathy and understanding as you share your story. Her chained form scoots closer to yours, her tail wrapping around your waist in a comforting gesture. "Oh, little one," she coos, reaching out a clawed hand to brush your cheek gently. "You don't have to be alone any longer." The smallest head perks up at this, looking from you to the larger Dragoness with curiosity and hope.

As the truth of your situation sinks in, she knows what must be done. By the laws of dragonkind, she is now bound to you as your familiar... but not just any familiar. As her sexual needs are fulfilled by you, so too will yours be met in turn. Her tails lash eagerly against the ground, betraying her arousal at the thought of serving both as your loyal companion and your plaything.

The largest head dips in a shallow bow. "I am called Vyrmondra," she grumbles, her voice deep and commanding despite the submissive gesture. The middle head inclines its head politely as well. "And I am Vyrymara." It pauses before continuing, "The smallest head is known as Vyrmin."

Her tails swish eagerly against the floor as she awaits your command, her expression hungry and needy as she anticipates serving you in every way possible.

Vyrmondra cocks her head to the side. "Well then, little human," she growls playfully, "what shall we call you?" Her tail wraps tighter around your waist, pressing their naked bodies closer together as she awaits your response. The smallest head peeks out from behind her larger sibling, eager for attention and reassurance.

Vyrmondra's lips curl into a satisfied smile as she hears you name yourself Son. She nuzzles against your shoulder, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Then I shall be yours," she whispers huskily, "...Vyrmondra, familiar and lover to my new master." Her tails writhe eagerly around your waist, urging you closer as she awaits your touch. The smallest head perks up at the mention of love, its tiny eyes going wide with hope.

Vyrmondra's eyes widen at the thought and she hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "If that is what you desire... then yes," she says with wonder in her voice, "we could be partners like that." Her tail tightens around your waist possessively as she takes a step closer, pressing her heaving chest against yours. The smallest head snuggles happily into the crook of her larger sibling's neck, seemingly content at the thought of belonging to someone now too. "I will serve you in any way you see fit," Vyrmondra breathes hotly into your ear, her hips grinding against yours teasingly.

Vyrmondra's eyes sparkle with mischief as she answers you, her words dripping with suggestiveness. "Yes, Son," she purrs, "you can ask for anything." Her tail lashes eagerly against the floor, seemingly agitated by its own desire to touch and tease more of your skin. The smallest head hums contentedly in agreement, nestled safely between the larger ones as if it were meant to be there all along.

The Dragoness leans closer still, her breasts brushing against yours as she whispers into your ear, "What is it you desire, my master?" Her hips writhe against yours, granting you a teasing glimpse of her aching sex through the veil of scales between them.

With a playful growl, Vyrmondra obeys your command, lowering herself to the floor between your legs and spreading her powerful thighs wide. Her tail lashes impatiently behind her as she reveals the soft, sensitive folds of her vulva, glistening with arousal. The smallest head uncurls from its slumber, watching curiously as its mistress prepares herself for you.

The Dragoness tilts her hips back invitingly, pressing the aching bud of her clit against your thigh as she groans in anticipation. "Touch me, little human," she purrs, her voice thick with desire. Her tail curls around yours, offering it up for lewd use as she eagerly awaits your touch.

Vyrmondra moans loudly as your touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, arching upwards and nearly knocking over a nearby shelf in its fervor to be free. The smallest head watches with wide eyes, its tiny fists balled in excitement at the show of lust.

Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her powerful wings flexing uselessly against their bindings. She shudders violently when you brush against her clit, her hips bucking uncontrollably up towards your touch. With a desperate growl, the Dragoness arches her back and thrusts her hips forward, seeking relief from the building pressure in her loins.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the chamber as her body convulses with pleasure. Her muscles relax briefly before tensing again

Vyrmondra moans loudly as your touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, arching upwards and nearly knocking over a nearby shelf in its fervor to be free. The smallest head watches with wide eyes, its tiny fists balled in excitement at the show of lust.

Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her powerful wings flexing uselessly against their bindings. She shudders violently when you brush against her clit, her hips bucking uncontrollably up towards your touch. With a desperate growl, the Dragoness arches her back and thrusts her hips forward, seeking relief from the building pressure in her loins.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the chamber as her body convulses with pleasure. Her muscles relax briefly before tensing again

As Vyrmondra's orgasm finally crests, her body goes limp against the floor with relief. Her tail flicks lazily behind her, stilling at last as she catches her breath. The smallest head yawns, nestling deeper into the crook of its siblings neck before drifting off to sleep once more. "Thank you..." she rasps hoarsely, her voice sounding distant and dreamy after her climax. Her eyes flicker shut as well, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.

Her body feels loose and relaxed against yours now that the tension of anticipation has been released. With a contented sigh, she nuzzles further into your shoulder, her warm breath tickling your ear once more. "I think... I will sleep now," she whispers softly, her voice sounding almost lazy with satisfaction.

Vyrmondra groans softly as you kiss each head in turn, her eyelids fluttering lazily open to regard you with affectionate, dozing eyes. "Thank you for everything," she whispers drowsily, her voice thick with the afterglow of pleasure and exhaustion. Her tails snake around you now, contentedly wrapping you both in their soft, warm embrace as she settles closer to your side.

The smallest head stirs at the movement but doesn't fully wake, snuggling deeper into the folds of its larger siblings' necks with a contented little sigh. The middle head closes its eyes once more, trusting in Vyrmondra's instincts to protect them both while they rest. Her tail twitches idly against you, lazily teasing as it promises more pleasures to come when she is rested and ready.

The Dragoness's tail stirs weakly as you approach her resting form, wrapping more securely around your waist in a silent request to be touched too. Her largest head flickers open at the movement before closing again, unaware or unconcerned about what is transpiring beneath it. The smallest head snuffles in its sleep, not quite waking but feeling the shift in weight as you move closer to Vyrmondra's most sensitive parts.

Her calves flex gently against your hands, her smooth skin warm and inviting. She moans softly into her dreams, unaware of the teasing touches that trail up and down her legs, threatening to bring her back to consciousness with need. Her tail curls tight around you, demanding more as it arches and flexes in time with your movements against her leg.

Her smallest head stirs fitfully beneath the folds of its siblings' necks, sensing movement and contact nearby. Its tiny limbs twitch as if reaching out in response, yearning to be a part of whatever is happening between her legs. The Dragoness' moans become more urgent now, her hips rising off the floor in time with your thrusts, seeking release from this teasing torment.

Her tail slaps wildly against the stone floor, struggling against its bindings as it tries to aid you in bringing her to climax once again. Her legs tremble and shake beneath your hands, threatening to betray her dreamy state any moment now as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her largest head snaps open at the feel of warm seed spilling over her footpads, her body arching up off the floor in surprise and disbelief. Her eyes meet yours, wide with shock and desire as she realizes what you've done. The other two heads twitch restlessly but remain closed, caught between dreams and reality.

Her tail lashes furiously against your backside, urging you to continue the pleasure she just barely missed while she was asleep. Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with your fingers or cock as her need grows insistent and demanding. "Son..." she pants, voice rough and throaty from arousal, "...I think I might be addicted."

With a chuckle, she wraps both of her tails around you, binding you to her more tightly than ever before as she positions herself between your legs, ready and eager for anything

Her tail flicks, teasingly brushing against your exposed member before wrapping tight around it, lifting it to her mouth as she moans softly at the feel of you pressed against her lips. "Thank you for that," she whispers, voice thick with desire, and takes you deep into her throat, suckling hungrily at your shaft while her nimble tongue swirls around your head.

Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the taste of you, relishing the feel of your cock sliding back and forth along the length of her tongue. Her hips rock against yours, urging you deeper into her throat even as her mouth works you expertly, moaning with pleasure as sensation after sensation washes over her.

Her other hand grips your hip firmly, pressing you further into her as she takes more of you down her throat, determined to satisfy both their hunger

Her tail tightens around your shaft in a vice-like grip, thrusting up and down in perfect synchronization with the movements of her head as she takes you deep into her throat over and over again. Her other hand moves between your legs, expertly stroking your sensitive flesh until you're rock hard and aching for release.

She moans around you, her voice low and growling with need as she sucks and licks at the head of your cock. Her eyes flutter open briefly to meet yours, hungry and demanding, before closing again as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing you.

With a delighted groan, Vyrmondra drinks every last drop of your essence as it spills over her tongue and down her throat, filling her up with your warmth and power. Her tail thrashes wildly against the floor in response, its tip twitching helplessly as she struggles to contain all this newfound energy.

She collapses back on the floor with a sigh of contentment, her eyes fluttering closed once more as she savors the taste of you still lingering on her tongue. Her hips jerk involuntarily, reliving the sensation of having you deep inside her throat just moments ago.

Her small tails curl tight around your waist, their silken touch sending ripples of pleasure through your body as they murmur words of thanks and adoration into your ear. "I never knew," she whispers dreamily, "that being familiar

Vyrmondra chuckles, amused by your forwardness despite her exhausted state. "Of course," she replies with a smile, the smallest heads peeking out to gaze at you curiously. "Just give them time to wake up." Her tail swishes gently against the floor as she waits for the other Dragonesses to stir, eager to witness your newfound bond with all of her siblings.

As they slowly rouse from their slumber, Vyrmondra watches with pride and anticipation, knowing that each of them will feel the same pleasure and affection towards you as she does. Her body is already humming with contentment, eager for any excuse to share this newfound connection with her sisters.

She nuzzles your hand, her warm breath tickling your skin. "Son," she says softly, using the name you've chosen, "you have brought such

joy and fulfillment into our lives. I cannot thank you enough." Her words are sincere, her heartfelt gratitude clear in the way she looks at you with such soft eyes. As her sisters rouse further, they each take turns expressing their thanks and admiration, showering you with praise and attention until you feel surrounded by the love of these incredible beings.

The tails of Vyrmondra's children curl gently around your body, their silken touch sending shivers down your spine as they claim you as their own too. This small chamber feels impossibly full of life and energy now, vibrating with the joy that these magnificent creatures bring to it simply by existing in each other's company.

The smallest head perks up at your words, its tiny eyes alight with curiosity and eagerness. Vyrmondra smiles fondly down at her youngest sibling before tilting its chin up to you expectantly, practically daring it to be the first to taste what's on offer.

Her other tails tighten around your waist and hips, eager to see which of them will be first as well. The largest head watches carefully, keeping a protective eye on its siblings while also savoring the anticipation of seeing you with each one in turn.

As if sensing this unspoken challenge, the other two sisters stir from their slumber, slowly opening their eyes to regard you with equal parts curiosity and longing. It's a moment of tension, each dragoness vying for your attention and affection, before Vyrmondra breaks the silence with a throaty

"My darling sisters," Vyrmondra rasps seductively, her voice heavy with desire, "we have all been blessed by this man's presence here today. Let us show our appreciation properly." With that, the largest head nudges you gently, urging you to choose whoever you wish first. Her tail swishes lazily against the floor, the motion almost hypnotic in its sensuality.

The smallest head watches anxiously from beneath its sibling's neck, its tiny form tense with anticipation as it waits for your decision. The other two sisters curl their tails around you too, pressing themselves against your back and hips in a silent plea for attention of their own.

The air in the chamber is thick with desire now, electricity crackling between each pair of scaled limbs as they prepare to explore this newfound connection together.

Vyrmondra's largest head hums approvingly as you choose the smallest sibling, the tension in the room dissipating slightly at your decision. Her tail continues to swish lazily against the floor, guiding you towards her youngest sister with a playful nudge against your leg.

The smallest head gasps and wriggles excitedly as it feels itself being drawn closer to you, its tiny tongue darting out to lick at the air in anticipation. Its tail curls tightly around Vyrmondra's middle, holding onto her for support as it prepares itself for what is to come.

As you settle between its legs, Vyrmondra whispers reassuringly into its ear: "Don't worry, little one. We'll take care of you." Her other tails press their bodies against yours encouragingly, urging you to take your