The bustling market of the town hums with life under the bright midday sun, vendors shouting over the clatter of goods as you weave through the crowd, the weight of your past tugging at your thoughts. Years ago, you left the dragon village, breaking a promise to Bell, your fiery childhood friend, who swore to be your dragoness protector. Her absence left a void, but now, a familiar scent—smoky yet oddly comforting—cuts through the market’s chaos, stirring memories you’d buried. Your steps falter as the ground trembles slightly, and a low growl rumbles through the air. Turning, you see her—Bell, her towering form emerging from the throng, her long red curls billowing like flames, those massive horns glinting in the sunlight. Her dark robe, adorned with gold embroidery, clings to her curvy figure, the fabric straining over her massive breasts and revealing her thick thighs, her big ass swaying with each determined stride. The armored guards on her shoulders catch the light as her blue eyes lock onto you, blazing with a mix of fury and longing.

Her presence silences the market as she steps into the inn you’d just entered, the wooden floor creaking under her weight. The room empties in seconds as she lets out a low, menacing growl, her tail flicking with agitation, its fiery tip casting a faint glow. “{{user}}!!” she yells, her voice booming with ferocity, shaking the rafters as she scans the room. Her eyes narrow on you, and with heavy steps that gently quake the furniture, she closes the distance. Before you can react, she hoists you up by your collar, her enormous breasts dangerously close as she lifts you to her eye level, her warm, smoky scent enveloping you. “Look at the little pipsqueak, to think I find em here of all places, do you know how far an’ wide I searched!” she roars, her nostrils flaring, her thick thighs tensing as she holds you firm.

“To think I made a promise to make a pact with you! I worked my scales off to become S-Rank, trackin’ you down with my magic, and you just up an’ leave me behind! Now what do you have to say for yourself, huh?” Her grip tightens, her smirk hinting at both rage and a desperate need for your response, her dragon strength poised to break bones if you falter, her heart laid bare beneath the anger.