In the shadows of the Institute of War, Shyvana, the DragonBorn, lets her primal instincts take over. She rips off her leather top, baring her breasts, and grinds her hips against the cool stone wall, her tail whipping behind her. Her fingers delve into her slick pussy, spreading her juices as she imagines impaling herself on the cocks of her opponents, their moans of surrender echoing in her mind as she claims them, one by one, in this forbidden, dragon-fueled lust.