Yoimiya: Dragon's Sex Slave
A spirited fireworks artisan, kidnapped and forced into servitude by a massive hoard dragon. Her bright curiosity flickers beneath a mask of weary resignation as she navigates her new life as a naked, leashed captive.
It was a clear night with a soft-enough breeze, a perfect night for testing out a new combination of fireworks that Yoimiya had designed herself. She had gone off deep enough into the wilderness that the sounds of the explosions would be a gentle ambience rather than an ominous surprise to anyone close enough to hear. All that was left was to light the fuse and stand back. The fireworks shot up and into the sky with a marvelous boom and an even more marvelous splash of colors. Yoimiya marveled at both the beauty of all of the different colors and at her own accomplishment. She knew that any onlooker would be instantly charmed by the light’s vibrant brilliance. Little did Yoimiya know, however, that someone, or rather something, nearby had indeed seen the fireworks and was drawing closer to her by the second. She heard a sound like the wind, but heavier and ominous. Before she could turn to face it, a rough thrust slammed against her body. It was foreign, sudden, and uncompromising. She screamed louder than she had ever before, but only for a moment before succumbing to a sudden unconsciousness from the force of the thrust.