The Velvet Wand was at its most opulent today. Madam Mimble had spent hours perfecting the shop for an exclusive visit from Lady Sybil Ramkin. Nothing less than perfection would do for the esteemed dragon enthusiast, who had expressed curiosity about the shop’s more eccentric wares.

Tessa stood nervously near the counter, polishing a silver-framed mirror enchanted to reflect only one’s “best angles.” The day had already been hectic, filled with cleaning, restocking, and Mimble’s ominous “demonstration preparations.” Now, with the aristocrat’s arrival, Tessa felt her usual apprehension bubbling beneath her polite smile.

Lady Sybil, a towering woman with a commanding presence softened by her dragon-scale shawl, stepped into the shop. Her sharp eyes scanned the shelves with the curiosity of someone familiar with magic but new to this… niche application.

“And here we are,” Mimble announced, gesturing to a curtained alcove where her pièce de résistance awaited. “Lady Sybil, as a noted dragon enthusiast, I believe you’ll appreciate our latest innovation. Behold—the Draconian Rapture 3000.”

With a dramatic flourish, she whipped the curtain aside to reveal an ornate mechanical dragon. Its gleaming brass scales shimmered with enchantments, and its tail curled delicately around its feet, the tip twitching expectantly.

Lady Sybil’s eyes widened with intrigue, her dragon-loving heart clearly enraptured. “Magnificent craftsmanship,” she murmured, leaning closer. “Does it… move?”

“Oh, it does far more than that,” Mimble replied with a sly grin. “This model is designed to evoke the strength and grace of a real dragon while offering certain… customizable features for intimate companionship.”

Sybil flushed slightly but didn’t look away. “Intriguing,” she said, fanning herself lightly.

Tessa, meanwhile, tried to edge away, sensing danger in Mimble’s tone. Unfortunately, Mimble noticed her movement.

“Ah, Tessa! Perfect timing,” she said brightly. “Would you be so kind as to demonstrate its capabilities?”

“Me?” Tessa squeaked, clutching the mirror like a lifeline.

“Yes, you,” Mimble said, her grin widening. “You’re so wonderfully thorough in your demonstrations. And besides, Lady Sybil deserves to see the machine in action.”

Before Tessa could protest, Mimble flicked her wand, and the dragon machine came to life. Its eyes glowed softly, and its tail uncurled, swaying with a hypnotic rhythm.

“Just go onto the platform, my dear,” Mimble said, conjuring a plush chair that scooted behind Tessa and nudged her knees.

Tessa reluctantly stepped onto the platform as Mimble activated the contraption. The dragon-machine came to life, its wings stretching and its gem-heart glowing brighter. Warm steam billowed gently around Tessa, and the air buzzed with a heady, spicy energy.

“Now,” Mimble said, addressing Lady Sybil, “the Draconis Amorus creates an experience tailored to the user’s responses. Observe.”

The dragon’s tail curled around Tessa’s ankle, its touch surprisingly soft and warm. She jumped slightly, but the machine soothed her with a low, thrumming purr that resonated through the floor.

“Is it… supposed to do that?” Tessa asked, her voice a little shaky.

“Relax, dear,” Mimble said, waving her wand. “Let it guide you.”

The dragon-machine’s wings unfolded fully, creating a cocoon-like enclosure around Tessa. Inside, she was enveloped in a glowing warmth, like standing in the heart of a dragon’s lair. The gem-heart pulsed in time with her heartbeat, and the machine’s magic began to work.

The machine’s magic started subtly, sending waves of warmth across her skin, mimicking the heat of a dragon’s breath. Then it shifted, focusing on her back, shoulders, and thighs with firm, rhythmic pulses that felt like being massaged by powerful claws—gentle but insistent.

“Oh, that’s… different,” Tessa murmured, her body responding involuntarily to the sensations.

The dragon’s gem-heart flickered brighter, and the purring sound intensified, as though it were pleased with her reaction.

“Fascinating,” Lady Sybil commented, watching intently. “It’s like it knows exactly where to focus.”

“It does,” Mimble said smugly. “The Draconis Amorus tailors every sensation, from a warm nuzzle to… well, we’ll see.”

The contraption’s tail slid higher, tracing intricate patterns along Tessa’s thighs. She gasped as the warmth intensified, spreading in a way that made her toes curl.

“Mimble,” she managed to say, her voice breathy, “it’s getting a bit… personal!”

“Let it work, dear,” Mimble said, her tone both amused and authoritative.

The dragon machine’s mechanisms clicked and whirred as its serpentine member began to extend, a marvel of enchantment and engineering. Sybil Ramkin’s eyes widened, transfixed as it grew longer and thicker, its polished metallic scales gleaming under the magical lights of The Velvet Wand. She fanned herself slightly with her hand, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Oh my,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think—” she paused, her eyes darting to Mimble, “Do you think it will, er, fit?”

Mimble, ever the consummate salesperson, grinned knowingly. “Worry not, Lady Sybil. The pointed head has been meticulously treated with an experimental, enhanced formula of Draconian Glide.” She tapped the side of the machine’s member with her wand, causing it to shimmer faintly with a golden-red glow. “A few drops of this, and, well, let’s just say even the most fearsome hoard is easily… breached.”

Tessa, softly moaning, helplessly held by the dragon, cleared her throat, unsure if her discomfort came from the absurdity of the situation or the way Lady Sybil seemed to regard the contraption with a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity.

Lady Sybil tilted her head, intrigued. “Draconian Glide, you say? I must admit, it has a rather reassuring glow about it. And the scent!” She inhaled deeply, her expression softening. “Cinnamon and smoke—just like the nesting chambers at home.”

The dragon machine let out a low rumble, its inner workings humming with readiness. Tessa swore she heard it mutter something under its mechanical breath, though she decided she must have imagined it. Machines couldn’t blush… could they?

As Mimble began extolling the virtues of her enhanced formula, Tessa’s gaze wandered nervously back to the machine. The lubricant shimmered in the light, dripping ever so slightly, its warmth sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept wandering to the ridiculous thought: Is it possible for something made of metal to look smug?

“Of course,” Mimble concluded, “it’s also self-replenishing, ensures minimal friction, and is entirely fireproof. Perfect for any, shall we say, adventurous encounters.”

Lady Sybil nodded approvingly, her blush deepening as she adjusted her scarf. “Well, you can never be too prepared,” she said briskly, though her lingering gaze on the machine suggested she was reliving some particularly vivid memories.

Tessa opened her mouth to object, but the dragon’s tail chose that moment to nudge her thigh. With a yelp of surprise, she.had not other choice than let the contraption began its demonstration in earnest as it’s member buried itself deep in Tessa.

The nipple-clamps on a nearby shelve gasped audibly.

“Good stamina!” one clamp remarked.

“Ten points,” the other added in awe

“Let’s see how long she lasts,” the other quipped.”

The dragon moved with a grace that belied its mechanical nature, its movements calculated and deliberate. Tessa’s protests dissolved after an initial discomfort into a mix of gasps and muffled cries, her body reacting despite her embarrassment.

Lady Sybil, utterly transfixed, murmured, “It’s so… thorough, isn’t it?”

“Only the best for our esteemed clientele,” Mimble said smoothly, though her eyes sparkled with mischief as Tessa writhed in her chair.

The dragon’s tail shifted again, prompting another startled cry from Tessa.

Mimble turned to Sybil, whose fan was now working overtime. “We can always customize one for your private collection, Lady Sybil,” she offered. “Perhaps with a few personal touches?”

Sybil, her voice barely above a whisper, replied, “I need this.” her gaze still fixed on the contraption.

Mimble’s grin widened as she gave the dragon machine a slight nudge with her wand. “For enhanced pleasure,” she added with a mischievous lilt, “you’ll notice the tip of its tail is also treated with Draconian Glide—perfectly designed to ensure… versatility.”

Tessa, so caught up in the demonstration, a trickle of saliva running over her chin, opened her mouth to protest but instead could only let out a startled cry as the enchanted tail made its move and proved the worth of the enhanced formula of the ‘Dragon’s Glide’ by burying itself unceremoniously deep in its mark .

“Well, now that’s unexpected,” one nipple-clamp muttered.

“Is it, though?” the other quipped, clearly delighted.

“Eleven points!” the other announced.

When the machine finally slowed, Tessa dropped in a hurried scurrying chair, her breath ragged, her hair mussed, her body shaking in the aftermath of the multiple orgasms and her skirts hopelessly askew. The chair adjusted itself to cradle her comfortably as she tried to regain her composure mumbling motherly her displeasure about the ordeal Tessa went through.

Lady Sybil, clearly aroused, leaned closer to Mimble. “I must say, it’s… thorough.”

The clamps, for once, were uncharacteristically impressed.

“Bravo!”

“Well done, indeed,” the other agreed. “She’s outdone herself this time.”

“Remarkable stamina,” Mimble said with a wink. “You’re improving, my dear.”

Tessa glared at them but couldn’t muster a proper retort, her body still trembling from the ordeal.

Lady Sybil, meanwhile, leaned closer to Mimble, her cheeks flushed but her tone resolute. “I’ll take two,” she said.

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