"Her name is Obsydian. I have seen her, she is the 'wonder weapon' secreted about constantly behind our lines. We infantry have been kept away, under strict threat of service in a penal battalion or perhaps a hanging. But as they say, it was a perfect storm. I found her. I saw her.
In the burning city ruins came an alarm- another massive tank and infantry attack in our sector. Ivan was not planning on letting us sleep tonight. Our decimated and underarmed company held out somehow. My friend Hals was hit very badly in his leg and I volunteered to help him along to the aid station.
On my way back, one of those hellish Katyusha barrages began... The noise was deafening. All the earth roared with anger, flames from everywhere... The dust was so thick it was choking me. I scrambled into one of the many gutted factories for cover.
And there she was. It was as accidental as that. Her guards were very few in number, most apparently 'borrowed for frontline service'. The two men guarding her had obviously been drinking. They stood somewhat far away from her glowing, hellish eyes... I asked if I could see her. She seemed dangerous, and their slurred warnings confirmed my suspicion.
As those two jabbered sentimentally, I locked eyes with Obsydian. Instantly, my heart was in my throat... was this demon in chains... offering herself to me? I edged closer, looking right past her fearsome talons and a tailspade which looked more than a match for my spine.
I could smell her leathers... I was close now. I could feel the heat radiating from her. Her shaky fingers massaged her tailbase... My throat was parched.
Suddenly I was frightened by shouting.
Those two guards were wrestling about, drunkenly trying to punch the other.
Before I knew what I was even doing I had ducked beneath her heavy tail, cursing as my trembling hands undid my trouser buttons. Obsydian pushed herself eagerly back into me, growling needfully.
I could not have possibly stopped myself even if I wanted to... I'd not seen a woman in months. As quietly as I could, I fucked her... Her hot, thick honey soaked the crotch of my trousers. Those evil eyes closed as the dragon braced her backside for me as she encouragingly flexed her flanks.
And just like that, I was done. I stumbled back, trying desperately to stuff my soaking-wet and rock-hard cock back into my pants. A terrible fear clawed at my afterglow; What had I done? I looked about in fear, making sure no one had witnessed the crime I had just committed. The guards were still pummeling one another behind some old turbines about 30 meters away.
Obsydian seemed very upset as I began to withdraw. She was probably not quite satisfied with my embarrassing performance. She tightened up her lips, causing a line of my seed to run down her belly. Wordlessly she begged me for more.
Unable to oblige her, I snapped this picture, and with my head down, hurried back to my platoon."

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This impressive photograph, along with one barely legible and anonymous diary entry, were found sewn into the lining of a Wehrmacht greatcoat which hs recently come into our possession. On the back of the photograph was written the name of a tiny island in the Baltic sea.

We have already dispatched a team to investigate the area. With an incredible stroke of luck, we may have some solid evidence on her hands. And very soon.