Enchanted Noon

• Chapter 3 in the Chronicles of the DragonRider

Anitra closed her eyes and sighed. Her meeting with Blake had brought her many new pleasures, and while the sex was by far the greatest, there were others as well. Like now, as she sat on his back, with her long, black tresses streaming in the wind behind her.... and the feeling of Blake's massive musculature working between her legs. She was rapidly getting better at riding him, following his movements in order to impede his flight as little as possible, and leaning over his scaly back to maintain his streamlined form. The chill of the wind no longer touched her, thanks to her fiery blood.

Eyes still closed, she smiled as she felt her pussy getting wet from the erotic sensation of moving muscles under it. A good thing, indeed, that her crotch armor was dragonscale rather than steel, or it would have rusted away within weeks. Finding that she needed very little concentration to ride her draconic lover, she allowed her thoughts to drift back to the morning, when she had gleefully discovered that it wasn't just humans that were susceptible to the phenomena known as 'morning wood'.

Having had an exhausting day and night, she'd still slept as a log by the time Blake woke up. Still, a warrior - even one new to the trade - could not sleep through the sound of ripping tendons, tearing flesh, and terrified whinnying. Her eyes flew open, and within a fragment of a second, she was on her feet with sword in hand, only to discover that there was no sign of attackers. The sounds issued from Blake's breakfast, a whole horse. Relaxing some, she smiled and watched. The huge warhorse, gifted with the frightening name of Balrog, didn't really seem as big as it had last night, when he had helped the black men in their gang-rape. Seeing him lying wide-eyed on the floor, whinnying desperately as Blake's jaws dug into his innards, somehow gave her a feeling of immense satisfaction. Now, all of those who had humiliated her last night, were dead. And Balrog, who had caused her more pain than any of the men, were fittingly dying in a more painful way than any of them - except, possibly, Ali... she wasn't really sure what rated as most painful: Burning up from inside as your blood turns into liquid flame, or being eaten alive by a ravenous dragon. Ah well.

Ten minutes later, Blake finished his grisly feast, raising his bloody muzzle from the stripped carcass. Cleaning his lips with his agile tongue, he looked sideways at Anitra and gave her a toothy grin. She looked up from the bread and cheese she was eating to return it, and suddenly noticed that his cock was fully extended, hanging under his belly like a bright-red cudgel. Her mouth watering at the sight, she hurriedly finished her breakfast and walked over to him. He had already noticed where her attention was centered, and grinned expectantly. As soon as she got within reach of it, she let her fingers slide caressingly over the sensitive head, causing him to shiver slightly. "Want some help with that one, big boy?" She asked teasingly. "If you don't mind terribly much... it's pretty hard to fly with it, you know." He answered in a matter-of-factly tone.

With a lewd smile, she let her flexible armor slide away, and stepped forwards to nestle the shaft between her huge boobs. As she slid her hands up and down along the shaft, she tipped her head back to receive a deep french-kiss from her lover, enjoying the feeling of his incredibly long tongue sliding all the way down her throat. The metallic horse-blood flavor it brought with it didn't bother her at all. Blake, however, suddenly pulled his tongue back with a grimace. Looking somewhat shamefaced, he cleared his throat. "Ehrm... that's a pretty strong cheese you've got there, you know." Although saddened by the sudden end of their erotic kiss, that remark immediately started her into gales of laughter. Assuming an expression of insult, Blake defended himself. "I just don't like cheese, that's all! And that one must have been old enough to have grandchildren."

"Well, if you really feel that way, I'll just have to put my mouth to different use..." she chuckled, and promptly swallowed the head of his hot cock, while continuing the handjob. The maneuver was rapidly becoming routine, and she hardly noticed the pain of her jaw dislocating as her lips stretched around the huge girth. In response to this, Blake flexed his specialized crotch muscles, and lowered the cockhead towards the ground, forcing her to follow along until she was on all fours. Had he known the significance of that particular cry, he might have been tempted to yell "Timber!" as he did it, but since he didn't, the movement happened without bad jokes.

Completing the change of position, he leaned over Anitra and placed his forelegs on each side of her ass... well, about a meter and a half behind her ass, really. It made it possible for him to start thrusting his aching cock into Anitra's eagerly sucking mouth, which he immediately started doing. Also, his flexible neck enabled him to move his head between his forelegs, and get an upside-down view of Anitra's assets. Her boobs were particular prominent, clearly visible between her widely spread legs, both wobbling from the force of Blake's thrusts. Stretching his neck further, her extended his tongue and inserted it into Anitra's dripping pussy, eliciting a gurgling sort of sound from her crowded throat. After rapidly flickering it around in her tightly clutching cunt for a few minutes, bringing her to the brink of the day's first orgasm, he pulled out again and said, teasingly "Well, at least THIS doesn't taste like cheese." Then, with a thoughtful expression, he pulled his tongue back to let it run over his sensitive tastebuds, detecting faint traces of...

"Sperm? Why, have you been screwing around, dear?" He asked in an obviously faked tone of outraged jalousie. Her only answer was another gurgling sound, which didn't surprise him much... her vocal cord had other things to do at that point, considering that he'd gotten more than half a foot of cock down her throat. Of course, he didn't actually mind... on the contrary. He was delighted that the virgin he had broken in only a few days ago was rapidly turning into such a sex-hungry slut. Redoubling his efforts on both ends, he thrust the full length of his tongue into her throbbing snatch, taking care to slide every inch of it over her sensitive clit. At the same time, his thrusts in her mouth increased in urgency, forcing inch after arm-thick inch into her gullet. Her involuntary gag reflex was massaging the length of it, as it had done before, but as she grew accustomed to the size, she started to consciously contract her throat around the shaft, sending additional flashes of pleasure into Blake's mind. He rewarded her by pushing the muscular tissue of his tongue to the limit, trashing it around inside of her like a living snake, sending her into multiple orgasms.

Finally, he bottomed out. Anitra's forehead was pushing against his belly, preventing her from swallowing the last couple of inches, but it was well the same - it was only barely that he could still reach her backside with his mouth. Anitra had long since lost count of her climaxes, floating in a sea of pleasure as she continued to deep-throat the biggest cock she had ever seen, let alone tasted. Her enthusiastic work on his cock, as well as the succulent taste of her pussy, was bringing Blake close to cumming, even though he'd only just reached full penetration. Unable to contain himself, he made two quick thrusts into her widely stretched throat, and came. Torrents of hot dragonsperm washed down her throat, inflating her belly to impossible proportions. His cock continued to spasm within her for more than five minutes, during which Anitra experienced the latest in a long string of orgasms.

Finally finished, Blake pulled his cock out of her mouth, and his tongue out of her pussy. Anitra's enormous cum-belly started to disappear almost immediately, as her altered metabolism converted the hot juice into energy. After briefly gasping for air, and pushing her jaw back in place, she leaped unto Blake's cum-covered cock, licking it eagerly to get a taste of his delicious juices - a taste that had been denied her by his deep-throat cumshot. It took her nearly ten minutes to clean every inch of his huge cock, and by that time her swollen belly had disappeared entirely. Feeling completely energized, she was eager to be off, and since Blake's cock was now rapidly disappearing into its protective sheath, there was nothing to stop them from flying right away.

During the flight, she'd practiced their telepathic link by telling him about what had happened the previous evening. Having attained a certain degree of distance from the humiliation, she described the whole ordeal in such obscene detail, that Blake eventually complained that if she didn't stop soon, he'd get another hard-on, and have to land.

They'd been flying for four hours straight now. The sun was at its apex, warming the lush rainforest below them... not a wind stirred, and had it not been for the fact that she were flying rapidly through the air on dragonback, the heat would have been a real killer. Blake had explained that their target was the tower of a certain mage. Supposedly, he was the direct descendant of a brother of the wizard that had once attempted to invade the hidden vale where the Dragon Utopia was later build. It was likely that the mage - Urkanzar was his name - knew where the vale were located, or at least possessed knowledge that would bring them closer to it.

"There's a problem, though..." Blake said. "He supposedly breeds griffins to guard his tower." "So?" "Well, griffins HATE dragons... nobody really knows why, but any time a griffon sees a dragon, it attack immediately, regardless of how well-trained it is. They have even been known to break powerful magical charming-spells in order to attack a nearby dragon." "Oh, come on... don't tell me you are afraid of some feathered freak! A griffon is no match for a black dragon." "No, not really... but, you see, although its claws would be unable to penetrate my scales, my wings are not that hardy. I could kill a score of griffins easily, but if just one of them gets close enough, and shreds my wings, I'd take a nasty fall. If I was high enough at the time, the impact with the ground could seriously injure me, and even if that was not the case, I would be unable to fly for a week at least." She nodded thoughtfully, then remembered that he couldn't see her, and replied over their telepathic link. "I see... all right, then, you should land somewhere near the tower. I'll go in on my own. If something goes wrong, I'll call you over the link. Okay?" "Sounds good... then I can go hunting for some lunch while you're away." "You just had a whole horse for breakfast!" "Well, you know, while you might gain power from digesting my sperm, I actually have to spend energy to fuck you... it's hard work!" "Yeah, I noticed... VERY hard..."

Fortunately, they found a clearing not far from the tower. It was, however, distant enough to prevent the griffins from catching Blake's scent. After putting her down, he took off in the opposite direction of the tower, remarking that the griffins probably kept the game away from the immediate area. Anitra then set off through the jungle, using her sword as a machete to cut through the dense undergrowth. It wasn't really a long trip, and as she reached the tower, she found the door at the bottom to be wide open. Still, it wasn't what one might call an inviting sight. For some reason, no plants grew within a ten meter radius from the tower, not even grass. The earth was hard and cracked, the sort of landscape one might expect to find in a desert. It looked highly unnatural in the middle of a rainforest. And it probably was.

Inside the tower, a staircase spiraled towards the top. Doors, closed and probably locked with magic, were visible in several places, but she knew that the magician himself resided on the top. They always did, for some reason. As she walked up the stairs, she wondered at the complete lack of traps, defensive spells, or even closed doors. The griffins, who were supposed to be guarding the tower, hadn't put in an appearance either. She'd noticed, before entering, that the top floor of the tower had some very big windows, big enough for a griffon to pass though... but no griffons had come swooping out from those windows to prevent her from disturbing their master. Maybe the tower was abandoned? No... all of those doors, still closed... if the tower had been abandoned, it would have been looted long ago, and those doors would have been wide open, or broken in.

Finally, feeling a bit winded, she reached the end of the staircase. A door blocked her way, but it was partially open, letting a crack of light escape. Feeling increasingly nervous, she pulled her sword, and pushed the door open with the tip of it. The room behind it seemed to be a combined office and bedchamber, and also contained a fireplace with several comfy-looking chairs around it. In one of those chairs, a middle-aged man sat calmly, wearing a red robe embroidered with arcane symbols in golden thread, reading a book. A staff leaned against the back of the chair, within easy reach. As she stepped cautiously into the room, the man lifted his head, smiled, and closed the book. Placing it on a small coffee-table, he nodded pleasantly at her, and gestured for her to approach.

Knowing better than to trust a mage, she stepped forwards only hesitantly, keeping her sword between them, while scrutinizing him carefully. It was obvious that he had - like many other powerful wizards - succeeded in prolonging not only his life, but also his youth. The kind of power he commanded, as well as the time it took to breed griffins, indicated that he was a hundred years old at the very least. Yet, he looked like a man in his thirties. He was making no threatening moves, but she was keeping her eye on his staff in particular. It was too finely decorated to be merely a means of support, which he obviously didn't need anyway. The tip of it was shaped like the claws and head of a griffon, covetously holding a large crystal ball.

"Please, tell me what I can do for you, young lady." The mage said, his voice pleasantly conversational. "I seek information." She answered, not dropping her guard for a moment. "Information? I see... and what with the way you're decked out, I'd better give you what I want, right?" His voice was becoming less pleasant, taking on a threatening tone. "I mean, that it obviously genuine dragon-scale armor, so my spells wouldn't touch you. And if I'm not mistaken, that sword you're waving around has been tempered in dragonblood, so it would probably be able to cut through whatever defenses I might raise. Am I right?" He lifted an eyebrow. She shrugged. "You could put it that way."

Suddenly, his hand darted out like a snake, gripping the staff, and lifting it. A bluish light flared in the crystal, and before she knew what was happening, she found herself flying rapidly through the air, colliding painfully with the wall of the tower. There, she stayed, hanging like some bizarre painting. She attempted to move, but quickly found that she was incapable of moving anything but her eyes. The wizard was standing now, his face drawn into an angry sneer, the staff still sparkling in his hand. "So, my voluptuous little battle-maiden... you thought that your dragonscale armor rendered you invulnerable to all magiks? Well, this just isn't your lucky day, girl. My research into the nature of griffins recently met with success. The staff I hold in my hand contains seven gryphon souls, and when I channel my magic through it, the spells ignore draconic anti-magic! Quite a discovery, wouldn't you say?" He was smirking now, looking decidedly self-satisfied.

"Now, I am a man who value my privacy..." he continued. "I don't much care for uninvited visitors. That's why I build my tower out here, in the middle of a rainforest. Alas, some people just can't take a hint. I don't know what information it is you've come for, and frankly, I don't care either. You will simply serve as an example. When others hear of what happened to you in this tower, they will stay away, and I will be able to continue my research uninterrupted." He waved his staff, and she floated out into the room, hanging like a puppet from invisible strings. With her bopping in the air in front of him, the mage walked towards a curtain hanging on one wall. It moved aside on its own accord as they approached, revealing a staircase leading further up. As soon as the curtain moved, strange cries became audible. It sounded like a mixture between a lion's roar and an eagle's cry.

The room that was the very top of the tower was obviously the gryphon airie. Huge windows covered every wall, allowing easy exit and entry for the beasts. However, they obviously weren't going anywhere at the moment. There were around twenty-four griffins of varying size in the room, and all were chained to the floor with sturdy steel. Looking around, the wizard explained. "It's really a shame, you know... I had them all so well trained. Some of them, I raised from the egg. But, you see, I needed seven souls for this staff. Afterwards, they all went wild, ignoring my commands entirely, so I had to chain them down. But I can still control them, using charming-spells. As you will soon see."

Anitra wasn't really listening. For the last several minutes, she had been trying to contact Blake via the telepathic links, but she got no answer. Either the dragon had ventured outside the magic's range in his hunt, or the Gryphon Orb blocked the link. Either way, she was on her own. She noticed, then, that she still had her sword in hand - she hadn't lost her grip when she was thrown against the wall. But as long as she was unable to control her own muscles, it wouldn't do her much good. Her complete lack of control was once again demonstrated as she was thrown to the ground, landing on all fours. Chains shot out of the floor, tying her feet and hands down, and pulling her legs apart. She wondered briefly why he considered such restrictions necessary, what with her being entirely paralyzed.

The question did not trouble her for long, however. With a wave of his staff, the mage dispelled the magic chains that bound down one of the larger griffins, rapidly following up with a charming spell before the enraged beast could leap at him. As he seized control of the griffon's mind, she felt the paralysis spell that bound her waver. Apparently, it required a good deal of concentration to charm a griffon, and so he had chained her in case she was able to break though the spell. So far, however, that didn't seem to be about to happen. Although weakened, the spell still held fast, and she could hardly move a finger.

Suddenly, she was enveloped in blue fire. It didn't seem to hurt her, and before she could even wonder what it was all about, she felt her armor begin to fall apart. The places where the various pieces joined each other were sealed with magic, insuring that only her own mental commands could release it. But apparently, this spell could override it, and bit by bit her armor fell off of her. She felt rage burn hotly within her as the wizard laughingly pulled her red scale panties down, and she was starting to get a fairly good idea of what terrible fate awaited her. Her fears were confirmed when the charmed griffon gently floated down behind her, and mounted her from behind. Its eagle claws dug deeply into her back, drawing blood immediately, but she clenched her teeth and ignored it. Those wounds would heal quickly. The wound it was about to make in the pride was more serious.

She felt her pussy lips divide around and intruding member, and deided to be grateful for small mercies - at least the griffon wasn't all that well equipped. Considering his size, it was actually a bit puny - smaller, even, than the men who had raped her last night. Well, although it was a humiliation to be raped by those beasts, it would at least not be all that painful. She grinned... actually, it wasn't so bad. She might even enjoy it a bit. As the griffon's lion-like loins collided with her buttocks, she felt his head deep within herself, and realized that he wasn't much more than 6-7 inches in length. So, unless that perverted mage had a much better equipped griffon standing by, this wouldn't be so...

Her relaxed thoughts were interrupted as pain exploded through her nether regions. It felt as if the cock in her pussy had suddenly grown spikes, and was now tearing at the sensitive tissue. Her entire body stiffened up like a plank, and a scream of pain escaped her lips as her vision momentarily darkened. Then, it was over again. Blinking her eyes a bit, she looked up and realized two things. Firstly, that the mage had moved around them, and now stood near her head. Secondly, that he had freed and charmed another griffon, which now stood placidly by his side. She tested the paralysis spell, and found that it still held, but only barely. If he were to charm just one more griffon...

"I'm sure you're wondering what's going on, my dear..." the magician said, stifling a laugh with his hand. "So, I figured you might want... a closer look." Reacting to his mental command, the griffon stepped forwards, placing his claws on the shoulders of the other griffon. Fortunately, griffins had hollow bones, like birds, so even their combined weight was manageable. Having made that observation, she next noticed that the griffon's cock was bobbing right in front of her face. She barely had the time to look carefully at it before agony swept through her body again. But the image burned into her retina, and stood clearly before her as her eyes closed against the pain.

That cock... not very big at all, that was true... but the cockhead! It looked much like the one she had seen on Ali and his brothers, kind of bulbous and somewhat wider than the shaft. Except for one detail: On the lower edge of the head, there was a ridge of spiky bones sticking out from the soft flesh. Essentially, the cock was equipped with sharp, pointy barbs. Which explained the pain in her abdomen. Every time the griffon pulled back, the barbs tore at the sensitive flesh of her vagina. Even as she realized that, she felt blood dripping hotly from her ravaged cunt, running down her thighs. Then, as the pain cleared again, she found that she had screamed again - and that the griffon at her head had used that opportunity to thrust his barbed cock into her mouth.

As he started to push his cock down her throat, the one behind her started speeding up its thrusts, settling into a quick rhythm. The jabs of pain grew shorter, but so did the pause between them. It didn't take long before she was unable to feel the difference - it all slipped together into one long pain. At the same time, the cock in her throat demanded her undivided attention, as she tried her best to limit the damage it was doing to her mouth. She carefully kept her tongue out of the way as it drew back, and did her best to relax her throat as well. She hardly heard the mage, who was at the same time explaining the reason behind those monstrous cocks to her.

"Well, you see, those bone ridges aren't unique to griffins. All the large cats got them - lions, tigers, pumas... and since the rear end of a griffon is, essentially, a lion, they also share that characteristic. I looked into the matter somewhat, as a part of my griffin breeding program - apparently, the idea is that the male cleans out the sperm of whatever lovers the female might previously have had, so that he can be certain that the cubs are his own. I suppose griffin pussies are somewhat sturdier than a human's is, eh?" Anitra ignored him, as she tried to figure out a way out of her plight. Drops of sweat rolled down her forehead as she desperately searched for a way out... and then, all of a sudden, she got an idea.

Realizing that she needed the use of her voice in order to put her idea into practice, and also that her current throat-work was doing little more than frustrating the griffon. It met no resistance, found no tight hole, felt no friction. Going like that, it would take him ages to cum, and before that time, her nether regions would be a bloody mess. So, she had to bring him off as quickly as possibly, without tearing up her own vocal cord in the process. Concentrating carefully, she began to tighten and release her throat in rhythm with the griffon's thrusts. As he pushed forwards, she massaged his cock with her throat muscles, and when he pulled back, she quickly relaxed her muscle again, letting the barbs slide out with as little damage as possible. All the time, regardless of which way his cock was heading, her tongue caressed his shaft, moving away only when the head got too close.

Soon, the griffon keened, shouting out his climax. His brother, who had found a more receptive hole in her pussy, had also reached his limit, and joined his voice to the symphony. To her own surprise, Anitra shook in orgasm as hot sperm poured into her from two directions. The seed that washed over her tongue teased her taste-buds, with a somehow more exotic taste than the one she had experienced with Ali, or Blake for that matter. Then, as she had counted on, the griffins pulled out. She waited hopefully to see whether the mage would attempt to control another griffon right away, but it went as she had predicted when she formed her plan: Her two rapists were sent back to the tower wall, where enchanted chains bound them once again. Then, another pair of griffins were released, and spellbound. It was time to go on with her plan.

Gritting her teeth briefly, she assumed a haughty expression, and addressed the mage. "Hah! Is this supposed to be 'torment'? Don't make me laugh..." The wizard was completely taken aback by this. He had obviously expected her to beg for mercy, and certainly hadn't expected her to ridicule him. Pushing ahead, she remembered the laughing statements made by Ali and his friends, and quoted them. "For someone who's dallied with centaurs, your little pussycats and tweety-birds are a joke! Hell, I've met humans with better equipment than what your critters can manage - not to mention, with humans, I can get a three-way, and there's no way your pets can do that. Unless you're trying to bore me to death, you're getting nowhere." She noticed with satisfaction that the wizard's face contracted in rage, and knew that her plan had succeeded. "A joke!?! GRRRRAAAGH! I'll show you, slut! I'll show you something else!"

With and angry wave of his wand, he made chains shoot out from the ceiling, and dissolved the ones that had bound her so far. The new chains pulled her into the air, suspending her above the floor like a fly in a spider's web. At his command, one of the recently released griffins walked beneath her, and rolled over like a playful dog. Then, her chains lowered her down on top of him, while an additional spell made the griffon's cock stand straight up. With unerring accuracy, the magical chains put her down on it, lowering her until her labia made contact with the rough fur that covered the beast's abdomen. Then, the other griffon stepped up to her head, and thrust his cock towards her closed lips. Knowing that it was a decisive moment, she winked teasingly at the mage, and eagerly swallowed the gryphon dick.

Then, as she had hoped, the mage released a third griffon. The paralysis spell upon her weakened further, and she knew that she could break it any time she wanted. But if she did it now, the griffon at her head would impede her movement, slowing her down, and giving the wizard time to counter her move. As before, she had to wait until the one in her mouth had climaxed. She didn't mind all that much, though - after her first taste, she had to admit that gryphon cum was quite delicious. What she didn't like was what she knew would come next. She looked sideways at the third griffon, who now strode across the floor towards them. He was bigger than any of the ones that had raped her so far - as a matter of fact, he seemed to be the biggest griffon in the tower. The alpha male, presumably. She could hope, of course, that the size of his shaft didn't correspond to that, but she feared that it was a slim hope indeed. The enraged mage would, of course, have picked the biggest, most violent griffon at his disposal. But she could do nothing about it - she just had to endure until she could launch the final steps of her plan.

She couldn't even grit her teeth as the griffon leaped on top of her and dug his claws into her back - with her mouth full of gryphon cock, that would be a bad idea indeed. Then, she felt her butt-cheeks part before the staff of the alpha male - and grimaced. She could already feel that he was far bigger than any of the others, in every way. As he forced his way into her tightly clenching ass, she realized that there was no way she could loosen her sphincter around that huge intruder. Her intestine would be tight around it when he pulled back, shredding her insides with his barbed boner. She could only hope that her draconic regeneration could deal with internal damage - otherwise, she was in dire straits indeed.

When she felt his loins hit her ass, she closed her eyes tight, and concentrated on sucking hard on the cock in her mouth. When the pain rushed though her, she was prepared, but it still took her breath away. The barbed cock pulled her along, pushing her harder into the hard shaft of the one beneath her, and when the huge griffon pushed forwards again, pain rushed through her cunt instead, as she was pulled off of it again. But she had known pain before, and in spite of it, she was able to concentrate on giving the third griffon the best blow-job he had ever experienced. It was a good thing, too, that she had practiced it on a much bigger cock, otherwise she would have been unable to keep her throat out of the barbs' way.

Although the tightness of her ass was to blame for a large part of the agony that now coursed through her, it was also the thing that saved her. The griffon had never fucked such a tight hole before, and thus it didn't take him long to cum. The griffon beneath her felt his spasming cock through the thin membrane that separated her pussy and ass. As she felt the hot seed rush into her pained holes, she knew that it was time to move quickly. She redoubled her efforts on the cock in her mouth, throwing caution to the wind. Her agile tongue now danced around his cockhead every time it entered her mouth, even going as far as teasing the edge of the bony ridge. That stimulation was more than the beast could take, and with a deafening keen, it came in her mouth. She drank down his seed thirstily, as she felt her blood suddenly heating. As expected, the cum-load in her ass was being turned into energy, granting her - for a time - some of the power and spirit of a griffon.

The large griffon behind her pulled back, drawing blood from her sphincter on the way, and was closely followed by the one in her mouth. As soon as that one had stumbled away from her head, she leapt into action. The gryphon power she was even now assimilating gave her both the strength of a lion, and the speed of an eagle. With a sudden clenching of her will, she broke the paralysis, and as the mage was momentarily stunned by the dissolution of his spell, she started moving fast. Her fingers tightened around the grip of her sword, which had so far hung limply from her right hand. Her chains allowed her just enough mobility to swing it against the manacle that bound her left hand. The magic metal crumbled as the blade touched it, and her left hand was freed. A flip of her wrist send the blade to her now free hand, which she then used to cut the remaining three chains.

She jumped off of the griffon below her, flipped in the air as she fell, and landing on her feet while switching her blade to the right hand again. The wizard was standing as petrified, completely taken aback by her sudden burst of speed. With a blood-thirsty war-cry, she swung her sword against his head, no longer caring what information he might have. But even though he was stunned by surprise, his reflexes still worked, and when he saw the tip of her sword approaching his eyes, he automatically covered them with his hands. And since he was still holding his staff, he brought that one up as well. Even with her inhuman speed Anitra wasn't fast enough to change the direction of her blow, and before either one of them could do anything to stop it, her blade hit the crystal ball at the end of his staff.

The sound that resonated through the room was much like the one you would hear when you carefully strike a crystal glass with a spoon - but much, much louder, and pitched higher. The sound seemed to linger in the air, ringing much longer than it should. The griffins reacted violently to the sound, keening loudly and tearing at their chains. Anitra understood why - the sound was actually painful in its intensity, and their senses probably were at least as sharp as hers were, even considering her draconic enhancement. But at the moment, she had more important things to worry about. Her right arm was stunned, and she could hardly hold onto her still vibrating sword. It felt as if she just struck a solid stone wall with all her might. The mage also appeared to be shaken, but to a much lesser degree - and the Gryphon Orb was still in one piece!

As his mind finally caught up with the events, a smile spread across his lips. "So..." he sneered "you thought your blade could break my crystal, eh? You forget, it is build to counteract draconic anti-magic. And, of course, I have magically strengthened it to make it unbreakable. I must admit, you surprised me for a moment, there, but now the advantage it mine ag..." His speech was interrupted by a sound like grinding teeth. Looking at the orb with horror in his eyes, he saw how a web of cracks spread through it, from the point where her sword had hit. "In... inconceivable!" He whispered, blinking his eyes as droplets of sweat ran down his forehead. Anitra, however, knew exactly what had happened. The special properties of the Gryphon Orb had negated the powers that her sword had gotten by being tempered in dragonblood. But the anti-magic contained in the very metal - the metal that had once been the head of her mother's battleaxe - was in no way connected to dragons, and thus still had the power to cut through the spell the wizard had used to make the crystal unbreakable.

But, unfortunately, that power alone was not enough to shatter the powerful arcane spells that held the orb together. Although cracks now covered the entire surface, it did not fall apart as she had hoped. Slowly, the wizard's smile returned. The power of the orb had been weakened, not broken. Anitra realized it too, and even as she leaped back to avoid a lightning-bolt, she engaged her telepathic link to Blake.

"Blake! Can you hear me!" "Sure, sure, no need to shout... something wrong?" "You bet your tail, something's wrong! The mage turned out to have a magical artifact which negates draconic anti-magic! It also blocked this link, until I managed to weaken it a bit, a few seconds ago." "You mean, he's attacking you?!?" "Yes!!! And I can't keep dodging his attacks... get your scaly ass OVER HERE NOW!!!!" "On my way... just hang on a little while longer." With an oath, she leaped aside again, narrowly missing a fireball. If only she could reach her armor... at least that would afford her a bit of protection. She made a sudden leap in the direction of the pile of armor, but the magician had predicted her. In mid-air, she was hit with a telekinetic missile, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could regain her breath, she was lifted into the air by a levitation spell, and held there.

The sneering mage walked over beneath her, and looked up with a truly evil smile. "So, where were we? Oh yes, I was making sure that your body would be such a mess when it is found, that nobody will bother me again for a long, long time... but since you've just educated me in the virtue of prudence, I'd better insure that you have my undivided attention." With a wave of his hand, he chained down the three loose griffins, and released them from his charm. Then, he started moving his staff and his free hand in a complicated pattern, muttering words under his breath. She felt the magic building, and finally release. She looked nervously around, fearing to see some kind of demon pop out of a dimensional portal, but nothing seemed to change. She was just starting to wonder whether the mage had made a mistake in his spell, when she felt her labia part. Looking down, she saw... absolutely nothing. But she could clearly feel something large and smooth forcing its way into her torn and bleeding pussy.

The sorcerer was cackling insanely now, madness burning in his eyes. "I expect you're wondering what's going on, yes? No worries, my dear... it's not some kind of invisible beast, if that's what you think - it's just a simple force-field. Well, a number of force-fields, really." As he spoke, she felt her pained sphincter opening around another invisible intruder. The thing in her pussy was continuing up into her, filling her completely, and finally entering her womb. There, it expanded to fill that as well. Then, it simply waited, while the anal intruder continued up. She gasped as she felt it curl through her innards, easily passing around sharp bends in her lower intestine, filling every cubic inch completely. Then, when it had passed some twenty inches into her, it stopped as well. The mage had obviously waited for that, and now raised an open hand. Slowly, he closed it, balling it into a fist.

As he did that, she felt the flexible force-fields within her holes expand outwards. They grew, bigger and bigger, pushing in all directions at once. The sensation was indescribable, and not altogether unpleasant. But she knew that if it continued, it would become much less pleasant - and the mage obviously had no intention to stop. Their growth was rapid, too - after less than a minute, they were about the same size as the equine cock that had hung between the legs of Balrog the warhorse. Thirty seconds later, they were approaching the same size as Blake's cock, and she knew that she couldn't hold much more. Her altered physique enabled her to take one dragoncock inside of her, not two. The mage was looking absolutely dumbfounded, having obviously not expected her to take that much.

Just when she felt her lungs getting caught between the two expanding intruders, a deafening roar split the silence, followed rapidly by the grinding sound of sharp claws digging into stone. The wizard turned on the spot, and saw the head of a black dragon entering through one of the huge windows. His concentration broken, the force-fields within Anitra disappeared, and so did the levitation spell that kept her trapped in mid-air. She fell to the ground, landing catlike on her feet, and felt how her inner organs slipped back into place... a close call, that was. But there was no time to celebrate yet - the mage still had the orb, which meant that Blake, too, was vulnerable now - and the way he was hanging from the outer wall of the tower didn't afford him much room to dodge.

Thus, wasting no more time, she rushed forwards and swung her sword at the wizard's staff. He had just raised it to hurl some kind of spell at the dragon that had so suddenly appeared in his tower, and had completely forgotten about her. The sharp blade cut through the staff just below the orb, and as the mage threw a bolt of incandescent light at Blake, the crystal had already left his possession. The bolt hit Blake in the chest, but rather than penetrating, the light simply divided to run around him, like a horizontal waterfall hitting a stone. He was still starring wide-eyed at the completely unharmed dragon, when the crystal hit the stone floor.

The weakened magic of the orb could not even protect it against that simple impact. The crystal shattered in a thousand pieces, releasing in the process another intense, ringing sound, which resonated through the air long after the pieces had settled. Then, from the broken remnants, rose seven glowing, blue shapes. They were still faintly recognizable as griffins... it were the seven souls that the wizard had imprisoned in the orb to give it its power. All seven released on last, ghostly keen, before they faded out of existence, heading wherever griffins go after they die.

The griffins of the tower, all of whom had started keening loudly when Blake showed up, suddenly went silent. A hush fell over the tower. The first sound that broke the silence was the sound of the mage gagging as Anitra's hand closed around his throat. "Easy, now..." rumbled Blake. "Without that orb, he's not dangerous, and we do want that information, don't we?" Anitra threw him a disgusted look, and then hurled the choking mage across the room. Ignoring him, she then went to pick up her armor. "You know, you're really a mess..." Blake commented, looking up and down her bruised body. Looking down herself, she had to agree... blood was still dripping lazily from both of her holes, mainly thanks to the force-fields tearing open the wounds caused by the griffins. She also had a number of singes from fireballs hitting a little too close.

On the good side, she could feel her body working on correcting the damage. Rips and tears in the tender fabric of her pussy and ass were closed, and repaired rapidly, stilling the flow of blood and lessening the pain. She still grimaced some, though, when she pulled her scale panties over her pained pussy-mound. When she was done putting on her armor, she approached the mage who lay whimpering near a wall, and used the tip of her sword to lift his chin. "So..." she said "where were we? Ah yes, I was about to ask you for some information!" Looking up at her with obvious fear in his eyes, the mage shakingly replied. "Of... of course. Anything you ask for." Anitra sighed. She had halfway been hoping he would refuse to tell them anything, giving her an excuse to end his miserable life. Shrugging, she removed her sword. "Good, then. I seek information concerning the Vale of Dragons, and the Dragon Utopia within it. The brother of one of your ancestors supposedly once tried to invade that vale. So, you should have some knowledge about the subject." Swallowing something, the mage nodded, and started talking.

"Yes... fortunately, the ancestor you mentioned was a meticulous diarist. I have read though all of his diaries in search of magical secrets and such, and also came upon reference to the brother. Actually, I read it quite carefully, since it dealt indirectly with dragons, which is a subject with connections to my research. And since a good memory is more or less a requirement for a mage, I can more or less quote it verbatim. The most interesting passage if from immediately after he heard of his brother's demise." The wizard cleared his throat, and continued. "Today, I received word that my brother, who ventured out on that fool's quest months ago, has met with the end of all fools. I warned him, too... I told him that it would never work, that the dragons would unite against him, but he was blissfully convinced that their internal strife would endure, enabling him to take them out separately. I think it was the title of archmage... it addled his brains and gave him illusions of grandeur. But, of course, it happened as I had foreseen, and now, he'll never come back. No great loss. Still, it annoys me that the secret of the Vale's location dies with him. Or maybe not. Now, he never told me exactly where the Vale is - we wizards are secretive by nature, even if we happen to be related. But he did drop some hints about where he had found out about it, and from that I could guess the rest. He had come up with that crazy idea about invading the Vale of Dragons after a trip to the northlands, which had not met with success. He'd been after a certain artifact of great power, which is supposedly hidden in an ice-cave somewhere. Most of those who searched for it simply vanished, but he returned, and even claimed to have seen the artifact. Not that he had brought it with him, or course... no, the only thing he brought with him was an old, leather-bound book, which I only once managed to catch a glimpse off."

"Thus far, what I have written is what I know... the rest is guesswork, but well-supported. Most likely, that book was the diary of Cassius Novack, the legendary explorer and adventurer. The stories about him maintain that he finally met his end while exploring a cave in the northlands. So, I figure that my brother found his body, and his diary. Cassius, after all, has also been credited for being the first human to set foot in the Vale of Dragons - although he never told anyone it's exact position, it is possible that his diary contained the necessary directions. The way I see it, my brother found the diary, read about the vale and the riches it contained, as well as the division between the dragon tribes, and decided to raise and army and claim it for his own. The fool..." The wizard stopped and shook his head. "The entry ended there. My ancestor never pursued that line of thought."

Anitra's eyes narrowed. "Nice story, Urkanzar... but so far you haven't said anything useful. Unless, of course, you have the diary of Cassius Novack in your possession." The mage shook his head. "No, according to the diaries of my ancestor, his brother brought it with him. It probably got destroyed along with him. But wait!" He shouted, as she raised her sword. "I can still help! I may not know where the vale is, but I can tell you how to find out... if you promise not to kill me." Anitra sighed, and shrugged again. He was, after all, just a human. Whether he lived or died was of no consequence. "Very well, Urk... speak, and I shall spare your miserable little life." The wizard regarded her suspiciously for a few seconds, and then realized that he had no choice but to trust her. "Well, although my ancient uncle took Cassius' diary, I doubt he removed the explorer's body. It's probably still lying around in that cave, and since it's and ice cave, it's probably well-preserved too. And if you have a good necromancer handy, the old adage about corpses telling no tales, is far from the truth."

Anitra nodded hesitantly. "So, you suggest that I get a necromancer to raise Cassius' spirit, so that I can ask him how to find the Vale of Dragons? I suppose that might work... do you know of any necromancers who could do that?" He shrugged. "Well, saying that you need a good necromancer might be a little light... he'll have to be fairly skilled, in fact, to raise the specter of someone who have been dead for such a long time. Although there's no doubt numerous necromancers who posses the necessary skills, I personally only know of one. Lezard Valeth, a necromancer and alchemist... he's got a tower on an island in the southeast. He's a bit crazy, but they all are... I've got no idea how you should convince him to help you, though - mentioning my name to him probably wouldn't help. I know him, but we are not what you would call friends."

Anitra threw him a look which spoke volumes about his ability to make friends, and turned away. Aggressively showing him her back, inviting him to try an attack, she stamped across the floor to where Blake was sticking his head through the window. "Well, we're off in a generally south-eastern direction." She said simply, and leaped through the window to land agilely on his back. He nodded, and started pulling his head back. Just then, a voice rang through the tower. "Not so fast, fools!" The mage was standing again, and all traces of fearful defeat was gone from his eyes. "You may have defeated me, but you shall not live to speak of your victory!" He clapped his hands sharply, and all over the tower, magical chains vanished. Twenty-four griffins had suddenly been released, and no more than a few feet from them was a specimen of their racial enemy: The dragon.

The beasts looked sharply at Blake for a few endless seconds. Then, as one, they turned their heads to look at the wizard who had imprisoned and murdered them. Seven of their souls, he had taken, for his own purposes. Their hatred for him was not racial or ancient, it was personal and immediate. Then, with a single, blood-curdling howl, they fell upon him, sharp beaks and claws tearing through his robe before he could utter a single spell. A gurgling scream rose once from the pile of feathered and furred bodies that had suddenly covered him, but it ended as sharply as if it had been cut off with a knife. Anitra and Blake regarded the scene for a few seconds, before they prudently decided to get going. When the griffins were through tearing their former master apart, they would probably remember their racial hatred for dragons again, but by then, Blake would be far away.

It was half an hour later when they landed in a clearing, figuring that they were at a safe distance from the gryphon tower by then. During the flight, Anitra had told Blake about all that had happened in the tower, and he had assured her that her regenerative powers also covered internal damage. As soon as they touched down, Anitra leaped off and pulled her chest and back armor off, to check on the condition of the wounds that the griffins had left in her back. Blake inspected them carefully, and informed her that they had closed up nicely, and would be completely gone within a day. The internal damage was harder to check on, but the exterior of her cavities had also been torn rather badly. With a winsome smile, she bend over to give Blake a clear view of both of her holes, and she could hear a little catch in his voice when he assured her that both of them were healing up nicely.

Then he sighed. "You know, this is really awkward... I'm about to get another hard-on, but with your damages, you're in no position to help me." She shook her head gently. "Don't worry about that. Actually, I think that a big, hot load of hot dragon cum is just what I need to speed up my healing." As she spoke, she approached him, and rubbed her hand seductively over the scaly sheath that hid his huge cock. Blake gulped, and let the tip of his shaft peek out from under the cover. "You sure about this?" he asked, sounding a bit insecure. Anitra nodded, and then bend over to gently kiss the emerging cockhead. "If you say so..." he replied, and now his voice was confident again. "Turn around, get down on your knees, and bend over so your tits touch the ground."

Still smiling seductively, she complied, and upped the ante by rubbing her erect nipples over the rough ground with a sensuous moan. Blake simply looked for a few seconds, while his cock inched its way out of the sheath, finally standing proudly erect in all its foot-long splendor. Then, he covered her tiny body with his own scaly bulk, and stabbed the tapered tip of his cock towards her crotch. Knowing that she did, in fact, need the energy boost his load would provide, made the choice of holes easy. Anitra's sphincter, which had been tormented less than an hour ago, now opened willingly before the huge intruder. The torn tissue stretched with unbelievable ease as the ancient dragonrider magic did its work. Anitra was biting her teeth together hard to keep from screaming - it hurt badly, a lot worse than the other times he had ass-fucked her, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why.

Yet, although the agony was greater than it had been during her gryphon rape, it didn't feel wrong. Somehow, the very fact that the pain was being inflicted by her beloved Blake, made it right. Small flashes of pleasure was starting to make its way though the blanket of pain that covered her, and when she finally made a sound, it was a moan of pleasure rather than a scream of pain. Easily supporting her own weight with one arm, she stretched the other one back and began playing with her clit, which had mercifully escaped the bone barbs that had tormented her cunt. At the same time, Blake once again took advantage of his subtle neck, and reached down to give her a long, erotic french-kiss, that left her breathless. Then, he moved further down, extending his neck to the maximum, and started licking over her large boobs. His slim tongue didn't cover a lot of flesh, but its rough texture send shivers of pleasure though her. As his agile tongue began to snake its way through her nipple rings, sliding over the sensitive nubs, it almost sent her into a climax before he even started thrusting.

While she had been distracted by his skilful manipulation of her breasts, he had drilled his cock deeper and deeper into her, finally hitting the bottom. Then, without warning, he pulled half of his three feet of cock out, and thrust it back in with one smooth movement. Anitra came immediately, her ass convulsing around the hard shaft, transferring a bit of the pleasure she felt to Blake. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he continued stimulating her hypersensitive nipples with his tongue, while settling his loins into a rhythm. He wasn't screwing very quickly, but instead used long, leisurely strokes to generate the highest possible amount of pleasure. He couldn't do anything to lessen the pain his size was causing her, but he could generate enough delight to overshadow it.

Her fingers were now buried deeply in her pussy, while her thumb played over the clit. Her breathing was heavy as she worked her way towards her second orgasm, stimulated in three places at once. The fact that they had more-or-less started in order to get her a load of dragon cum, to speed up her healing, had been completely forgotten by then. Both were concentrating completely on prolonging the pleasure they both felt for as long as possible. Blake found himself wishing for a longer neck, so that his tongue could have joined her fingers, digging into her luscious cunt, and he reminded himself to give her a good licking next time he had the chance. Anitra, on the other hand, wished that she'd had a few more hands, so that she could have pulled at her nipple rings, frigged her clit, and fingered her cunt - all at the same time.

Blake worked Anitra through another two orgasms before he finally found that he couln't last any longer. With a roar that sent every animal within a half-mile radius scuttling for cover, he came deep in her ass, blasting his load directly into her belly. Starved for energy, her body immediately started converting the hot juices, and her belly only expanded for a few minutes, before returning to its habitual flatness. Feeling refreshed, Blake pulled his cock out, and saw that hardly more than a drop of cum escaped when his cock left her bowels - the rest, several pints, had been swallowed by her intestines. Anitra didn't just feel refreshed, she felt electrified, filled with power. Leaping to her feet as soon as the head of Blake's cock left her gaping asshole, she turned around and literally pounced on his softening cock. Working frantically, she licked over the tender tissue, cleaning the remaining cum and ass-mucus off of it. She also noticed an occasional streak of red, and the metallic taste of blood, but it didn't worry her. A gentle buzz filled her insides, and she somehow knew that it was the feeling of rapid healing.

"Getting hooked yet?" Blake asked innocently as she finally released his immaculately cleaned cock. "On your cum? Oh yeah, most certainly..." She answered, licking her lips lewdly. Assuming a more serious expression, Blake replied. "I'm not entirely joking, you know... the rush of power you get afterwards can be highly addictive. You get high, as if you'd consumed some sort of drug... the fact that the feeling of invincibility is closer to the truth than what drugs can manage doesn't change that. Inferand's told me about it... it's called 'The Quickening', and while it's very effective for a whole bunch of things, it shouldn't be overused." Anitra nodded gravely, realizing how difficult it was to even be grave. She was filled with energy, and mainly felt like going out and disassembling some monsters with her bare hands. Blake saw that, and confirmed her fears. "Yes, that's what's so dangerous about it. More than one DragonRider has walked blithely into her doom during The Quickening, convinced that she was unstoppable. Remember, while you're much more powerful than any ordinary human being, you're far from invulnerable. The events of today should not give you illusions of grandeur either. It doesn't necessarily take a magic artifact with anti-draconic powers to get you in trouble."

Anitra took a deep breath, concentrating on relaxing her entire body. Her limbs trembled with energy, but after a few breaths, she'd managed to stop it. The energy was now focused entirely inwards, further boosting her healing rate. Blake nodded, impressed at the degree of control she was displaying. "Exceptionally done, my dear... just remember to always be careful. All it takes is a single well-aimed crossbow bolt to end your life, dragonrider or not. And then I'd have to go back to kidnapping a new girl every night, and that's such a bother." Recognizing the playful tone in his voice as he said the last part, she swatted him over the nose as she walked back to her armor. "Oh, no you don't..." she replied. "If I get killed, you will have to spend the rest of your days in a lonesome cavern, grieving over me. Or else!" "Or else what?" "Or else I'll HAUNT you!"

They flew in a more or less southeasterly direction for several days, occasionally landing near cities so that Anitra could refresh her supplies and ask for directions. None of the people she asked had heard about Lezard Valeth, though. She was just starting to suspect that the sorcerer had simply made up the name, and send her off on a wild goose chase, when she coincidentally overheard a conversation while visiting the town of Flenceburg. Home to an Academy of Sorcery, the city streets were filled with young magelings, and while haggling with a shopkeeper over a Stasis Bag, which could prevent her food from decaying, she heard two of them arguing, and caught the word 'Lezard'. After that, she started listening intently, taking full advantage of her enhanced hearing.

"It's suicide!" one of them maintained. The other one shook his head. "Come on, if Mystina could do it, so can we! You can assume spirit form as effectively as she ever could. And think of the secrets we could uncover in Lezard's tower! Runic magic, necromancy, alchemy... that place is a treasure trove of knowledge." "But he'd discover us, and kill us! Have you forgotten what happened to Mystina? Yeah, she penetrated his tower in spirit form rightly enough, but a few days later, her entire laboratory was frozen over, and she died within her Corporeal Capsule." "It was never proven that Lezard did it... she had many enemies. I never liked that bitch either... always flashing that voluptuous body of hers, but never game when it came down to it. Come to think of it, she might not have been into boys at all." "You're going out on a tangent... why don't you just got yourself, if you're so eager?" "Because I'm not good enough at astral projection! I need your help, and your Capsule." "Well, you can forget about it. I'm not going to mess with Lezard Valeth. There's too many things I want to do in this life, see?"

He was just about to stalk away, when Anitra stepped in front of him. "Just a minute, gents... I couldn't help but to overhear your little discussion." The one who had suggested going to Lezard's tower, apparently the eldest, narrowed his eyes. "Couldn't help but to overhear, eh? Considering how far you were from us, you must have accidentally triggered some eavesdropping spell to hear anything at all." She merely shrugged. "I've got sharp ears. Anyway, I was just wondering if you'd care to tell me where the tower of Lezard Valeth is?" the younger just managed to open his mouth, before his friend clamped his hand over it. "What's that worth to you, lady?" He asked, looking hungrily at her obviously valuable equipment. She sighed, realizing that she should just have followed the younger one, and asked him when he was alone - he'd probably have told her for free. "Well..." she said while fishing into her purse. "I've got some silvers here. How many do you think the information's worth?"

He just shook his head. "Gold - or silver - doesn't interest me. If you've got something magical, we might be able to make a trade. Otherwise..." She measured the two youths carefully. Actually, she was younger than either one of them, but her newfound power made her feel a lot older - and she was_higher than them, thanks to her draconic blood. She also didn't have any magical artifacts to trade with. But both were young men - boys, almost - probably around 18-20. She knew from her time back in the village that boys at that age only had one thing on their mind - girls! And young magelings couldn't be all that much different. Smiling seductively, she addressed the older of the two. "Perhaps I might have something worth trading with... maybe we could discuss this in a more... _private place." While talking, she subtly changed her pose, thrusting her ample bosom slightly forwards, and giving both a clear look of her cleavage. She also pursed her lips, and ran a finger along the edge of her panties. Basically, she did everything but hit them over the head with it.

The older one seemed to loose some of his haughty confidence when faced with her obvious femininity. Stammering somewhat, he replied. "Well... s-sure, we can go to my r-room." "That sounds fine... lead the way." She started walking in the general direction of the Academy, swaying her hips exaggeratedly. Both of the boys started bumping into a lot of people after first noticing that, mainly because their eyes and their feet were facing in different directions. The older of the two soon dropped back a bit, noting that his friend also was his room-mate, and that he could find their dorm room as easily. That this didn't explain why he fell back didn't seem to register to him. Continuing the sway, she winked to him, and changed her pace to walk right next to his friend. The young mageling seemed to be sweating a lot, and when she let her hand slide caressingly over his neck, he jumped like he'd gotten an electric shock.

She wasn't really feeling bad about what she was going to do. Recent events had taught her to enjoy sex, and after some of the other things she'd been through, this would be a small thing. Besides, it was clear who would be the dominant party, and she was rather looking forwards to trying it out. Previously, she'd either been the subject of rape, or a sharing of pleasure between equals. She'd never been on top of things, so to say, and although she wouldn't present it like that, she knew that she would be the one calling the shots when they got down and dirty. The boys didn't know how badly she needed the information, but they did know how badly they wanted her - they would do nothing to jeopardize the deal they probably already felt building. For sure, they felt something building... mage ropes were pretty good at hiding hard-ons, but her enhanced perception picked it up anyway, from the way they breathed, the way they walked... And the simple fact that the amount of signals she was sending them would excite any man not made out of wood or stone.

They entered the boys' dorm room together, and the younger of them locked the door behind them. "Now..." she said, sitting down on one of the two beds in the room. "I think you've already figured out that I don't have any magical artifacts handy - or, more accurately, that I have no desire to part with those that I do have. So, how's this for a deal: You get me, and I get the info." The boys seemed to be trying to say something, but their mouths just opened and close, not a sound coming out. Laughing, she continued "I'll take that as a 'Yes', hmm?" and started to remove her armor. The chest armor went first, revealing her huge boobs, and also the fact that her nipples had been bare the whole time. The younger of the two seemed about to faint at the sight.

Then, the back armor followed suit, and she started removing the leg protectors. Opting to keep her bracers and sandals on, she then stood up and turned around. Gripping the edges of her panties, she pulled them down by bending all the way over, practically thrusting her butt in their faces. When she turned around again, showing off her hairless pussy, the younger of the mages stumbled backwards and sat down heavily on his bed, eyes practically popping out of his head. Lifting an eyebrow, she addressed the one who was still standing. "Well, now that you've seen how much a warrior woman wears under her armor, maybe you'd like to show me what a mage wears under his robe?"

Mutely, he untied his belt, and slipped the rope off his shoulders. Sure enough, he was wearing nothing under it but a pair of underpants. He was bony, and a few pounds of muscle wouldn't have hurt his appearance. However, the bulge on the front of his pants indicated that he at least possessed all the virility of youth. Licking her lips eagerly, she walked up close to him, fell to her knees, and pulled his pants down. She heard him gasp, and looked lewdly up at him before leaning forwards and taking his cock in her mouth. It was modest in size, which put it quite a few steps down from the only other human cocks she had seen - Ali and co. Still, it probably rated as a rather impressive size for a youth like him.

She swallowed it to the root in a single movement, feeling it slide past her tonsils with practiced ease. Judging from the taste, the youth at least knew a bit about personal hygiene, but his reactions also indicated that his experience in the field of sex-play was rather limited. His breathing was getting heavy, and his knees were buckling, despite the fact that she had hardly gotten started. Well, his age taken into consideration, he'd probably be able to keep it up for more than one shot, so she might as well finish him quickly. With one hand she reached up to gently massage his ball-sac, while she used the other to slowly masturbate herself. At the same time, she increased the suction in her mouth to the maximum, hollowing her cheeks, and squeezing the length of his shaft with her trained throat muscles. With a puppy-like yelp, he came in her mouth, spraying a moderately impressive load down her throat. She pulled back in time to take the last few spurts directly in her mouth, tasting it. Not bad, really.

Getting up, she licked her lips lewdly, and pushed him down on the other bed. "You rest for a few minutes, while I take care of your friend..." she said gently, noticing the dumbfounded expression in his face. The other mageling was still sitting on his bed, his robe tented by an obviously raging hard-on. There also was a wet stain on he top of the 'tent', indicating a high production of pre-cum. If she'd gone on with his buddy for much longer, he'd probably have cum in his pants. While he watched with wide eyes, she opened the front of his robe, and pulled his pants down. His only reaction to her manipulations were to lift his ass to let her pull the pants out of the way. His cock was a little shorter than his friend's, but also a good deal thicker. She placed a knee on either side of him, practically kneeling on top of him, and gently guided his hard staff into her seething pussy. She was getting horny, and needed release almost as much as he did.

He came almost as soon as his cockhead had entered her cunt, but she ignored it and continued sinking down on him. Sure enough, his staff didn't even soften up for a second. Instead, it throbbed inside of her, and seemed to grow even more. Moaning lustily, she rubbed her tits against his face, while riding his cock swiftly. The position left her completely in charge of the proceedings, and also gave the other mage a prime view of her round, soft ass, and her puckered little asshole. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed that his cock was pointing straight towards the ceiling again, and that his eyes were focused on her ass. Winking at him, she leaned further forwards, forcing the other mageling's back down on the bed.

His friend reacted as she had hoped, walking behind them and placing his hands on her hips. She felt his slick cockhead slide along her ass crack while he tried to hit the tiny hole, two times, before he his the bulls-eye. As soon as his head was in, she concentrated on the muscle there, squeezing her sphincter around his dick right below the head, causing him to moan in pleasure. Then, working her ass like a pro, she actually sucked him in. "This is amazing..." she heard him mumble when his hips hit her butt. Grinning at the compliment, she worked her abdomen forwards and backwards, sliding the two cocks in and out of her holes. The one beneath her had finally gotten the hint, and started sucking on tits, while the one behind her started moving on his own accord, thrusting into her tight ass with abandon. Sandwiched between them, she came, squeezing both cocks with inhuman strength.

Predictably, neither one lasted very long after that. It was no more than a few minutes later that the two young men came in unison, blasting their sperm into both of her holes. Anitra climaxed again when she felt the hot love-juices flood her insides, and repaid the favor by giving the one beneath her a deep french-kiss that took his breath away. The one behind her stumbled back, his cock leaving her asshole with a >flop<, and sat down on his bed again. As she climbed off the other one, she turned and saw his dick rapidly deflating... apparently, he was spend for the moment. To her delight, the other youth was more virile than that - his cock, recently emerged from her sopping pussy, still pointed proudly at the ceiling. Pulling him out to the edges of his bed, so that his ass rested right on the edge, she kneeled in front of him and started sucking gently on his hard-on, cleaning away the delightful mixture of cum and pussy-juice that covered it.

When she was satisfied that it was completely clean, she leaned further forwards and trapped it between her two huge boobs. She pushed them hard against each other, squeezing his cock in between, and eliciting a moan from him. She then started bopping her breasts up and down, effectively titty-fucking him. His cock was barely long enough for her to see the head emerge from her cleavage when it was at its lowest, but that didn't stop her. Bending her head all the way forwards, she could just barely kiss the head every time it came up for a breath. With the soft heat of her bosom surrounding his shaft, and her hungry mouth touching the head every other second, the youth was in the seventh heaven. It was only due to the fact that he'd already cum twice that he managed to last for as long as he did. As it was, it took nearly ten minutes before his ball contracted for the third time, and his final cum-load shot like a geyser into her eagerly opened mouth.

She swallowed most of the load, while the rest hit her face or ran out on her boobs. As soon as the last drop of viscous white fluid had left the cockhead, the entire shaft lost its hardness in a matter of seconds. Standing up, Anitra threw a challenging look at the two young men who now lay exhausted on their beds. "So? Are you going to give me the info, or can either one of you get it up again?" Both shook their heads tiredly, while the oldest one of them pulled himself into a half-sitting position. "Okay, lady, I'll tell you... The Tower of Lezard Valeth is east-southeast from this city, hidden in the mountains. It's not hard to find... when you stop coming across vegetation and animals, you're getting close. Nothing's alive within a two mile radius of his tower. It's big and black, you can't miss it." She nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, thanks... I assume I can find Lezard himself on the top floor?" The other mage, who had pulled himself up in the meantime, answered. "No, on the contrary. The only way into the tower's from the top. Lezard's laboratory supposedly resides at the very bottom, under the ground in fact. Be careful." He added. "Lezard's power is legendary, and many foolhardy people has ventured into his tower to ask for his help, or to steal his secrets. Not one has returned." She nodded, and smiled gently down at him. "Thank you for the warning, I'll remember that. Now, I bid you farewell. Perhaps I'll come see you again, if I need information about things arcane. You've truly been a fountain of information."

While speaking, she'd cleaned the cum from her face and breasts, and put her armor back in place. Waving over her shoulder, she stepped out of the door, and headed towards the city gate, and Blake, who hid beyond it. If they hurried, they could reach Lezard's tower by nightfall... somehow, it just wouldn't feel right to venture into the tower of a powerful necromancer in the light of day. She wondered if it would be as easy to glean the help of Lezard Valeth as it had been to get information out of the two magelings... probably not. But, by virtue of her equipment, she would at least have a chance to negotiate with this Lezard. Unless he, too, had worked on anti-draconic magic, which seemed unlikely - it was a goodly way outside his area of expertise. She would try to negotiate with him, asking him if there was some favor she could do him in return. And if that didn't work, she could try to threaten him... it was not entirely unlikely that it would work. Her meeting with Urkanzar had been an improbable stroke of bad luck. Most wizards would be rendered powerless before her faithful sword, BlackFire. But, hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. Everybody wanted something, and whatever Lezard desired, it would at least give her a basis for negotiation.

As calculated, the sun was setting when they caught sight of Lezard's tower. There mages had been right - there was no mistaking it. A circle of death surrounded it, and it rose like a black thorn from the skin of mother earth. Curiously, the top of the tower was adorned with two sets of windmill blades, probably providing power for the alchemical experiments of the mad genius, Lezard Valeth. Also, as the youth had described, there was no entry at ground level, or even a single window anywhere on the tower. A spiral staircase ran around the tower, all the way to a platform on the top. Fortunately, the platform was large enough for Blake to land on it, saving Anitra from an exhausting walk. "I'll wait here..." Blake rumbled. "There's no prey for miles, anyway. Now, I can feel that this tower is enhanced with magic, but it's not powerful enough to stop me if I really let loose. If things gets too hot down there, just give me a shout, and I'll start clawing my way through the walls. Lezard might start paying more attention to you at that point." Anitra nodded, glad to have a trump up her sleeve, and walked down a small staircase into the interior of the tower.

The tower was a maze of dank corridors, connected by stairs and windmill-powered elevators. There was no sign of laboratories of any other kind of rooms - the hallways seemed to hold no purpose beyond making the heart of the tower nigh unreachable. And, of course, to be the home of a multitude of monsters. Whether they were the discarded results of Lezard Valeth's necromantic and alchemical experiments, or deliberately imported to serve as guards, she did not know. It didn't really matter. She avoided battle when at all possible, but when it wasn't, BlackFire sang its sad tune, and the beasts fell dead before her. Some were frightening creatures of muscle and bone, looking suspiciously like some kind of beast that had had its skin removed. Others appeared like conscious balls of energy, that might have been a very real danger to other adventurers... but their bolts of lightning sizzled harmlessly when they encountered her armor, and the creatures themselves vanished rapidly when her blade swung through them.

Deeper in the tower, she encountered both Chimeras, horrifying multi-headed beasts that her mother had often scared her with stories of, and zombie dragons. The dragons were rather small, most likely swampdragons or white dragons. Still, they did give her some trouble - the last one she encountered, in a room where the walls were covered with red, glowing runes, was a bit bigger than the others had been. Possibly a small green. Either way, she eventually had to light her blade on fire to defeat it, but after that, she quickly reduced it to a pile of cinders. Finally, after fighting numerous monsters, she reached a small, rune-covered room, which contained a magical circle. From her mother's tales, she recognized it as a teleportation circle, a difficult thing to produce, even for a powerful wizard. It almost had to lead directly to Lezard's laboratory. And there wasn't even any monsters there to guard it!

Starting across the floor she suddenly halted in mid-stride. Considering the amount of beasties she had met so far, what was the odds that Lezard would leave the very door to his home unguarded? Two seconds after the words "It's a trap!" had rushed through her head, a roar split the air. A roar that obviously came from behind her. She turned around as quickly as she could, but the only thing she got out of that was to receive the hit on the side of her head instead of the back. The force of the blow threw her across the room, and left her lying groggy against a wall. Her sword flew from her hand and went skidding across the floor to lie, at last, in a corner far out of reach. Vision still blurry, she saw a gray shape approach her, but her muscle just didn't seem to want to react when she told them. She heard another roar, and felt sharp claws close on her throat. Choking, she was lifted up, and pressed against the wall several feet off the floor. As her vision cleared, she recognized her assailant as being a demon.

It wasn't terribly hard to identify it, either. It was nine foot tall, gray-skinned as she had noticed before, and had wings, horns, and claws. Its eyes burned a malicious red, and sharp fangs filled its mouth. Realizing that, even if she called Blake immediately, there was no way he'd reach her in time to save her life, she grew lax in the demon's iron grip. There was nothing more she could do. She saw the demon lift its other claw, and closed her eyes, expecting to feel it tear through her chest to rip her still-beating heart out. Instead, she felt the claws closing around the edge of her panties, pulling them down. Her eyes flew open, and as she stared into the demon's eyes, she realized that what she saw wasn't malice - it was lust. She sighed. Typical, just typical - of course, she just had to stumble upon a demon who preferred to rape its victims before killing them. Looking down, she could barely see his equipment around the claw that still held her throat. It was big and gray, with a number of very prominent veins bulging out, but otherwise looked a lot like that of a human.

As her panties slipped off her feet and fell to the ground, the demon wasted no time. Forcing her legs apart with his knees, obviously a maneuver he had used many times before, he thrust his pelvis forwards, while guiding his cock towards her unprotected pussy with his remaining claw. She grimaced as she felt her labia part around the bloated head - not because of the size, although it was much bigger than what any human could offer - but because of the heat. Or, more accurately, the lack of heat. It felt like he had thrust a shaft of stone up inside of her - hard and unyielding, and completely without body heat. It felt like the thing that was fucking her wasn't alive at all, like he was an animated statue, or a dead man. However, as he forced it deeper, she became increasingly aware of its dimensions. It was shorter than the cock of Balrog, the horse that had raped her days ago, but somewhat wider. It was, far and wide, the biggest non-draconic cock she had ever felt.

She had noticed before that Blake's cock seemed to have a special effect on her. Somehow, while the stretching he put her through was greater than anything else she had experienced, the pain wasn't in proportion to it. So, even though she was capable of taking huge cocks inside of her, from other creatures than dragons, it was far more painful than if it was Blake himself that did it. She felt that now... the pain of being stretched, expanded from the inside, was terrible. However, her time with Blake had learned her to enjoy stretching pain to a certain extend... so, when the demon began thrusting heavily into her, pulling her clit into contact with his veiny shaft due to the friction, she felt her body respond. Pussy juice gushed from her cunt, easing his entry, and her well-trained cunt muscles started working the huge cock over. The demon grunted in surprise as he felt her pussy actually sucking him in, slowing him when he pulled back, and easing his thrust inwards. Soon, she started moving her hips in time with his thrusts, pushing forwards to meet them, eager to feel the indescribable sensation of a cockhead banging against the entrance of her womb.

Although she still found it hard to breathe, small moans started to escape her lips as she worked her way towards an orgasm. The demon also seemed to be getting close - his thrust grew faster and harder, and he'd started grunting every time he pushed into her. He also started to rake his claws lightly over the exposed upper half of her tits, pulling at her rings, and sending shivers of additional pain-mixed pleasure through her. Finally, after fifteen minutes, maybe more, the demon threw back his head and roared, as he thrust himself deeply into her and unloaded his balls. At the same time, Anitra shook in a shattering climax, her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking him. The demon kept cumming for several minutes, filling her womb with his sperm. Sperm, she noticed, which was just as cold as he was. Then, after they both had spend a few minutes to regain their breath, the demon stepped back some, his cock slipping out of her soaked pussy. As soon as it left her, it was followed by a flood of white goo, as her womb banished the demonic cum. Only dragonseed was accepted there.

The demon either didn't notice or didn't care. Either way, he was done with her, and as his cock deflated, he lifted his claw again, this time with a more traditional aim. However, a fragment of a second before he would have plunged his claw into her chest, to tear out her life, a single word resounded through the room. It was a word spoken in the language of magic, and as soon as it was uttered, small bolts of lightning started flashing across the demon's skin. Howling in pain, it released her, its arms convulsing helplessly. Gasping, she fell to the ground, and after rubbing her sore throat for a few seconds, she got to her feet. The demon, still howling, fell backwards, and lay shaking on the floor for a few moments, before the movement stopped. The light went out in his eyes, and smoke rose from his corpse. Behind him stood a young man, clad in a dark cape.

Anitra stared at him across the demon's corpse for a minute. It was, without question, Lezard Valeth, but he looked nothing like she had imagined. He was young, more than anything else, and there was little question that the youth was genuine. Mages who achieved prolonged life usually froze themselves as adults, or elderly men. The reason, obviously, was to command respect. She had never heard of a wizard who preferred to stay a youth, which was exactly what Lezard was. From a cursory look, she judged him to be no older than 24, which made him only a little older than the magelings she had met at Flenceburg. How had he achieved so much power in such a short time? Either way, he wore a pair of glasses, and had silver-gray hair. Rather than the traditional robe most mages preferred, he was clad in black trousers, a fine shirt, and a black cape. He also wore an expression of self-confidence and ingenuity.

Bowing slightly, Lezard started talking in a highly civilized tone. "Please excuse the behavior of my doorman. Believe me, I had no idea he would react as such, although I suppose I might have guessed it. He was, after all, quite the ladies man." Lezard gestured at the corpse of the demon, and as she looked, a gasp escaped Anitra's lips. The body was shrinking, changing, morphing... finally, what lay before her weren't the corpse of a demon, but that of a lithe, young man with a handsome face. "He was a rogue, in every sense of the word..." Lezard explained. "Stealing the gold of every man and the heart of every maiden he came across. However, he apparently fell in love with a noblewoman who cared nothing for him, and so he came here, sneaking past all my guards, to ask me to make a potion for him... a potion that would make him irresistible to any woman." The young alchemist laughed madly. "Such a fool... he had brought a bag of gold with which he thought to buy my services! As if something that mundane could interest me. But I was somewhat impressed by the way he'd managed to sneak in here, so I prepared a 'potion' for him... with a healthy dose of Ghoul Powder! After he changed, I left him here as a guard. Apparently, the central fact of his life, the hunt for young, beautiful women, stayed in his foggy mind after he became a demon. Ah well. I'll soon find a new guard, I suppose."

While he talked, She had picked up her panties again, and pulled them on. She then strode across the floor towards the corner where her sword lay, looking at Lezard out the corner of her eye, wondering whether he'd try to stop her from reaching it. He didn't, merely looking with interest as she picked it up and placed it in its sheath. "Now, I suppose you came here to speak to me?" Lezard continued. "Let us adjourn to a more comfortable place, then. This way, if you please..." the young necromancer stepped into the circle she'd noticed before the demon appeared, and vanished. With a shrug, she stepped in there too, and saw the rune-covered room vanish...

...to be replaced with a comfortably heated study. All of the walls were covered with bookcases, each bulging with volumes, treatises and grimmoires. Lezard was already seated in a comfy chair behind a wooden desk, leaned back and completely at ease. However, she could still see the mad glint in his eyes... she had to step carefully. Seating herself in a chair on the other side of the desk, she looked him into the eyes and said "I've come here to seek your help." Lezard merely nodded. "Yes, I've heard that one before... which one of my skills is it that you require? I am, after all, both sorcerer, alchemist and necromancer." Relieved that he did not attack her as soon as she revealed that she came in the same errand as the numerous others who had entered the tower, she explained. The necromancer listened attentively and at last spoke. "So..." he said. "You need me to raise the spirit of a man who has been dead for several millennia, so that you can ask him for directions to the hidden Vale of Dragons, correct? Yes, I could do that. But why should I?"

Shrugging, Anitra answered. "You tell me. I need your help, but I don't know what I might offer in exchange. This is very important to me, so I'd do nearly anything..." She the last part in an obviously seductive manner, leaning back and stretching as she did, practically thrusting her boobs into his face. Lezard simply threw his head back and laughed madly for several minutes, before suddenly turning grave and looking her right in the eye. "There is but one woman in the entire world who interests me... and it's not you. Nor can you help me to win her." His face was composed, and for the first time, there was no sign of madness in his eyes. Then, he leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "Usually, I would have told you that, apart from what I just mentioned, there is nothing that I desire, that I could not easily take by my own power. But, as it happens to be, that is not so at the moment."

Getting up from his seat, he walked over to one of the bookcases and scanned the shelves, finally picking one book out and leafing through it. "You see, lately I've done some research into Greater Magic... in case you haven't heard of that before, Greater Magic is battle-spells of incredible destructive potential. However, it can only be used by channeling your power through special wands, and they generally cannot last against that sort of power. Resultantly, every time a wand is used to perform an act of Greater Magic, there is a chance that it might break. The best wand I have been able to create so far seems to have only 10 percent chance of breaking, but it still isn't good enough. Now," he continued, putting the book down on the table in front of her, "my research has indicated that a wand made from the horn of a unicorn would be able to last forever, even in the face of the vast energies of Greater Magic. Thus, I need a unicorn's horn to make a wand from. But unicorns are hard to find." He pointed at the book, and she started reading.

Under a beautifully made illustration depicting two unicorns drinking from a stream in the forest, was detailed instructions on how to find those shy animals. Skimming quickly though it, her eyes locked suddenly on a single phrase, and she saw why Lezard could use her help on that. According to the text, a unicorn was impossible to capture amongst the trees, which meant that to catch one, you had to lure it out into a clearing. And there was only one bait that could draw a unicorn out... If a maiden fair sat in a clearing, the unicorn would emerge from the forest and approach her, and - if no hunter interrupted it - would suckle on her breasts. Looking up from the text, she lifted an eyebrow. "So, you want me to play bait for a unicorn? And, if I bring you a unicorn's horn, you will help me with your necromantic skills?" Lezard nodded. "Yes, on both counts. I care not how you obtain the horn, but judging from my research, the method mentioned in that book is the only possible way." With a sigh, she closed the book, and leaned back in her chair. "Has your research indicated where unicorns may be found?" "Nothing definitive, I'm afraid, but the most recent unicorn sightings took place in Silverdale, so that's probably where your chances are best."

Anitra nodded, and got on her feet. "Very well, then. We have a deal, Lezard Valeth - a unicorn's horn for the use of your skills." Lezard nodded. "Indeed. Now, let me escort you to the exit." He raised his hand, and blue fire momentarily danced around it. The study blurred, and suddenly, she found herself standing on the top of the tower, three feet in front of Blake's astonished eyes. Grinning up at him, she winked, and vaulted onto his back. "Let's get in the air, Blake... I'll explain on the way." Blake shrugged, causing her to wobble slightly. "Sure, Anitra... but in which direction should I fly?" Pointing in the direction of the rising moon, Anitra gleefully exclaimed "To the northeast... to Silverdale!"

The End

Next on the menu - Chapter four of the DragonRider Chronicles: Sacred Evening.