Ruoka

"For the last time, I'm not a dragon. How dense are you dunderhead knights, anyway?"

Oh, boy. What we have here is a rather irritable horned lizard girl with a size advantage, standing at a lovely twelve feet in height and sporting an incredible bust and one hell of an appetite. From out of blood red locks peer those dangerous purple eyes, her smooth just scales begging for the touch of another, the cool outer flesh pleasing to the touch, almost skin-like. She has the ability to harden the skin by tensing her muscles so it can function in a fashion akin to armor, however this does have the consequence of leaving her breasts exposed due to the lack of muscles she can tense up in that particular area, leaving her chest exposed to any offending weaponry or hands. But more on that in a moment.

This lovely redhead recalled as Ruoka is a bit of a vagrant, and one with quite the need to satisfy herself, at that. It is uncertain how old she is, though she often grumbles about things in regards to the 'old world', particularly noting how little has changed in the world in regards to how she's treated. You see, she has a bit of a problem: there seem to be a rather substantial amount of idiots that see her and instantly assume she is some draconian being. While some would see this as flattery due to the fact that dragons are powerful and respected beings, she sees this as ignorant and will put anyone that makes the mistake in their place with a few swift blows from her tail, squeezing, pummeling, and/or a quick trip through her digestive system on a one way ticket!

Not to say that she doesn't indulge in her friends, from time to time, though she normally does so more lovingly. The main problem with gobbling up friends of around the human size, however, is that she's normally left with no option but to digest them since her body's developed for taking in such heavy loads, while unequipped to regurgitate such masses in their entirety. As such, unless the person in question has some heavy acidic resistance, there's a strong chance they'll be digested somewhere along the way to the point that they will die. It's just an inevitability, but she's come to accept that, and often makes the moments before the trip rather memorable for the meals she's on better terms with.

Now, back to what you really want to hear about. After all, more information on her breasts was promised, and more shall be given! This cold-blooded beauty's one weakness lies in those soft orbs, whether it comes to combat, lovemaking, or attempting to calm her. If she gets close enough, all one needs to do is stimulate her large, often exposed chest in some way. She'll either cry out in pain or moan in ecstasy, depending on the attention delivered. Of course, this can help an unwary human escape punishment, but only if he or she were to get a good, firm grip on one of the orbs before it was inflicted upon them! It's a wise bit of knowledge that most learn far too late...

But why wouldn't she wear any clothing or armor to protect her breasts? She'll always claim it's a personal preference, but that aside, even the restraint of the loosest of clothing will often start the process of stimulating the lizard girl, changing her demeanor to something a tad more timid. In all honesty, she's just afraid of such a concept, thinking it will make her look weak.

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