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• Chapter 1 of the Legends of the DragonRider

Anitra giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as she turned the ancient, age-crisped parchment pages. It wasn't something she did often - giggling, that is. Generally, she was more inclined towards naughty laughter, naughty moaning and/or groaning, and the always-popular 'panting like a bitch in heat' standby. But on this particular occasion, a giggle seemed appropriate. After all, she wasn't in the love-nest she shared with her beloved Blake and their two eager-to-please servants/sex-toys - rather, she was in the Grand Library of the Dragon Utopia! A place many sages would give their right arm to visit! Though, of course, of late quite a few such sages had gotten just that opportunity, with far less intrusive prices attached.

Hence, a giggle. It was a library, after all - and even though she was currently holed up in a particularly remote and musty corner of it, there'd be several sages, mages, and similar students of the arcane within earshot, should she react to her new discovery with anything louder. Worse, the Librarian - an aging Bronze - had ears sharper than her trusty blade, BlackFire, despite his decrepit appearance. And if he heard her, he'd be terribly torn between his librarianly instinct and duty to shush her, and his near-worshiping admiration for one of the heroes who had saved the Utopia... and, more importantly to him, enabled an unprecedented influx of new books, scrolls, and eager, respectful students. She did not want to put the old dear in such a precarious dilemma.

So, she composed herself, and returned to her study of the book, which had proven to be a most unforeseen meeting-point between her two main interests: Studying, and having lots and lots of really creative, really kinky sex. When she first started exploring the library, it had been out of personal interest - she'd wanted to learn more about what she was, and what her lover, Blake, was. The Black Dragons and the DragonRiders - age-old mysteries, their origins shrouded in myth and rumor. She'd found plenty of both in the library, but no clear answers. However, this initial purpose had whetted her appetite for learning, and she'd since expanded her studies significantly, going off on tangents and running down obscure clues only to be sidetracked by something that just randomly caught her interest...

And it had all led her here - to this book, with its truly giggle-worthy tone of embarrassment, consternation and puritanical self-righteousness. And such delightful promises of... well, pretty much the exact opposite of all that. It was an account by a sagely traveler - a warning about the 'corrupting influence of hedonistic abandon'. It told of a powerful wizard who had become known as 'Drake the Obscene', due to his interest in and fascination with 'sexual magics'. This wizard had developed numerous spells designed to enhance sexual intercourse, enable or ease difficult forms of it, or even create new, never-before-seen options for it. On top of that, he'd voraciously collected any such spells and formulas ever created by other mages, wizards or alchemists - to which the author commented that it was 'not unusual' for some students of the arcane to 'indulge in such sinfulness' during 'heated times of youth'... but that this 'Obscene' guy was mostly unusual in that he'd apparently never gotten_past_ this stage.

Veiled mention was made of several of his home-made spells - and once the puritanical rage against their very existencewas filtered out, they sounded very intriguing indeed to Anitra. Granted, most of them wouldn't work on her, what with being mostly immune to magic, but that didn't mean she couldn't think of a great number of very intriguing uses for them. Particularly the one mentioned to 'give women the genital aspect of a man' for a while. Of course, all perverse interests aside, the mention of Drake also studying the details of sexual intercourse between humans and dragons_was what really clinched it. If you thought of dragon-on-human sex, DragonRiders naturally came to mind. And this book was _old...really old. From before the Utopia was even founded - it was apparently part of the cache of arcane tomes claimed as spoils of war from an arch-mage's ill-fated attempt to conquer the area... the very conflict that prompted the rise of the Utopia and the creation of a vast, magical wall of illusions, keeping all of the world out... and all of the dragons in.

In other words... this 'Library of the Perverse' that it spoke of so unkindly would, by now, be truly ancient, and thus could easily contain knowledge otherwise forgotten by the world. The final pages, after all, spoke of how - after the death of the obscene wizard - his former colleagues had sought to destroy his library and thus erase this 'blot on their dignity'... only to find that it had been thoroughly warded and staffed with powerful, magical protectors. So instead, they had been forced to merely seal and conceal it - locking it down and hiding it from anyone who might otherwise be 'corrupted' by the perverted knowledge held within. Except, of course, for the fact that she could easily reconstruct the location from the self-righteous preachings in this book.

A glimmer in her inhuman eyes and a silent whistle on her lips, the book under one arm, she wandered out of the dark stacks at the back of the immense library, and made her way to the 'front desk'... which didn't look much like what it would in a human library, and certainly was staffed with a far more intimidating librarian. He looked down at her pleasantly as she approached, his eyes faded with age, but still glimmering with intellect and curiosity. "I'd like to borrow this book for a bit, please. I need to show it to Blake..." As she'd expected, the name of the only individual in the Utopia who commanded more respect than herself swiftly extinguished the brief glimmer of librarianesque resistance in his eyes, and he smiled gently. "Well... we don't usually lend out books from the _arcane_section, as you know, but since it's you, I see no harm in it. Just... be careful with it, please. It is quite irreplaceable."

After giving him suitable reassurances that she'd handle it like a newborn babe - a rather more reassuring reassurance for her than it would've been a few months ago - she left the library and dashed towards the room she shared with Blake. Technically, there was no rush - but the Dragon Utopia, being a huge castle built for dragons, was _immense_for a human-scale individual, making for long trips between rooms - and since she possessed draconic constitution and superhuman speed, covering those distances at a dead run seemed like the most expedient solution. Besides, it helped her keep in shape now that she no longer had the rough life of an adventurer to enforce a strict exercise-regime.

She paused briefly to catch her breath before the great door of the Champion's Chambers. This, too, was of inhuman scale - and a normal human being would have had a great deal of trouble even opening it, despite its well-balanced design and frequently-oiled hinges. But to a DragonRider, muscles still toned from a rough life on the roads, it was nothing. Pulling it open, she walked inside and closed it behind her - quite unsurprising to see that she'd walked in on a scene of debauchery, pleasure and pain. It had become somewhat of a default state for that room.

Melora, Blake's masochistic horse-girl servant, was standing on her tippy-toes with her hands tied behind her back, and with what seemed to be a long, arm-thick icicle rising from the ground to lodge itself deep in her ass. Kneeling in front of her was Direza, Anitra's own submissive servant - nude except for her customary dark-blue leather boots, thus nicely showing off her petite, elvish physique... and the slate-gray skin and ivory-white hair that marked her as a member of the feared Drow race. Currently, she seemed to be practicing her ever-more-impressive oral skills on Melora's exposed pussy, her head solidly lodged between the filly's muscular thighs as her tongue worked.

Despite the twin distractions working on her nethers, however, Melora seemed quite focused on the other end of her body... specifically on the foot-and-a-half of thick dragon-cock she was deep-throating. Blake was standing on his hind legs in front of her, stretched out to his full height - which was somewhat unusual - and supporting himself with a steadying claw on the nearby wall. He was taking advantage of the highly dexterous 'hinge' at the base of his cock to push it down Melora's throat from a high angle, making her neck bulge out visibly. Of course, despite all her eagerness, the horse-girl lacked Anitra's ability to breathe through her nose even with her throat blocked - making it necessary for Blake to pull most of the way out every few seconds so that she could grab a gulp of fresh air.

He looked up as she entered, grinning at her without changing the slow rhythm of his strokes. "Ah, Anitra, you're back! I trust you don't mind that I've borrowed your servant for a bit? She always gets so lonely when you hole yourself up in the library for hours on end..." Anitra returned the grin and sauntered over towards the trio. "Hey, my fuckdoll is your fuckdoll... isn't that right, my precious?" The slender elf blushed visibly and mumbled a 'Mmm-hmm' without taking her mouth off Melora's juicy pussy. She was too experienced a submissive to break off her given task to answer. The hum clearly had an impact on the horse-girl, too - a shudder that seemed as much pain as pleasure went through the generously-curved demihuman, but somehow she managed to prevent it from slowing her mouth's hard work on her master's cock.

"It's just a little training-session.." explained Blake. "Now that she's finally managed to train her throat to the point where she can take me there, it seemed wise to work on her concentration a bit. Whether wracked by pleasure or pain - or both, for that matter - she should never be distracted from what's really important, hmm? Hence, this setup!" He gestured down towards the impaled filly with his free claw. "That icicle she's standing on isn't all_smooth ice - the top half is covered with nasty little ice-spikes all the way up. Every time Direza gets her off, her ass contracts involuntarily and... well, you get the picture. If she can manage to make me cum _and swallow my whole load, without ever being distracted, she'll get her reward. If not... well..." A nasty smile played across his scaly lips, and beneath him, Melora shuddered with something that had nothing to do with the spiky, ice-cold intrusion in her ass or the highly talented tongue playing with her pussy and clit.

Anitra laughed as she walked over to his side, where she could get a better look at the proceedings. To an uninitiated soul, it would certainly seem a cruel lesson indeed - but she knew better. Melora was a serious masochist, and even the most sadistic punishments and 'challenges' Blake could concoct tended to leave her in ecstasy. Better yet, Blake usually had her under strict orgasm control - she wasn't allowed to cum without his say-so, and he often stretched her pleasure out agonizingly like that. This 'training', meanwhile, rather necessitated multiple orgasms... making it more like a reward than anything else to the dedicated mare.

She patted the black dragon on the thigh as she leaned in to take a better look at Direza's tongue-working technique. "Well, whether it's reward or punishment that awaits, it might have to wait a bit longer. Once you're done with this little scene, there's something I wanna show you." He nodded somewhat absently down at her, clearly somewhat distracted by the sensation of Melora's throat wrapped tightly around his cock, while her tongue busily stimulated every inch of it she could reach. The pumping of his hips was becoming more jerky - a sure sign that he was approaching orgasm - so presumably, she wouldn't have to wait very long before she'd have his full attention again.

Finally, he groaned and thrust down forcefully, burying his cock deep in the horse-girl's flexible gullet - Anitra could actually see the bulge on the mare's throat go past the collarbone - spilling his seed directly inside her belly. He held it there until he'd deposited his whole load - long enough that choking-spasms began to shake Melora's upper body - and when he finally pulled out, she was coughing and gasping for air. Still, if he'd hoped to thus push her into coughing up some of his cum, he was disappointed. Not a drop escaped her, and as soon as she'd managed to gather enough air, she managed to stammer out a "T...thank hyuu... Master..." - as was his standing order whenever he let her drink his hot sperm.

Blake grinned possessively down at the trussed-up mare, and ran a caressing talon over her sweat-matted forehead. "Hmm... you did well, my little filly. Very well indeed. Your skills grow in leaps and bounds - though, of course, that is only to be expected of my personal servant." She smiled back, clearly overjoyed with the compliment, though the expression froze a bit when he then stepped back and fell back on all fours. "Your reward will have to wait for a moment, however. My beloved Anitra seems to have something to discuss with me." As he walked back towards the nest - where they usually sat together when chatting - Anitra made a quick gesture that prompted Direza to abandon her oral endeavors and follow along, following close behind her mistress like a puppy-dog. Melora, left standing as she was - on her toes, tied up, on top of an apparently spike-covered icicle - could only say "Of course, Master..." and try her best to maintain her pose.

It was one of the little shows of dominance they both regularly put on - to remind their 'pets' that even though they might receive pleasure, companionship, and even affection, they'd never be the first priority. Anitra always came before Melora, and Blake always came before Direza. Keeping that in mind was in everybody's best interest - even if it could sometimes involve a painful reminder. Now, Blake curled up in his nest and Anitra leaned against his flanks, while pulling her unresisting Drow-elf devotee down between her legs. "Attend to me, servant... I've been laboring in the library for hours, and my bladder strains." She hadn't even finished talking before Direza had her panties pulled aside, and her lips clamped tightly around her pussy-mound, eager for a hot drink.

The two of them - Melora and Direza - were united in their devotion to their beloved Master and Mistress, respectively... but they each had their own specialty. Melora was the hardcore masochist, able to derive pleasure from even the cruelest punishments - like her current impalement. Direza, meanwhile, seemed to have developed a particular taste for humiliation - particularly when it came to Anitra, of course, but even in general. It took little enough prompting to get her tongue drilling into the DragonRider's asshole, or caressing her sweaty feet, or - as now - lapping up her fresh piss. Being ordered to offer her body to a male, being stepped on, being called nasty names... it all just seemed to give the petite ex-Priestess a submissive thrill.

"Heh... there's a good little pissmop, hmm? Keep lapping it up - being a toilet's all you're good for, after all." Her harsh words, delivered velvety-soft even as her hand caressed the ivory-white hair, made the lithe elf shudder in pleasure. Knowing that Direza would eagerly continue drinking until the flow tapered off, and would then put her significant oral talents to use pleasuring her mistress until told to stop, Anitra then switched her attention away from the pleasure-slave between her legs, and grinned up at Blake - who was studying the book she'd brought with a lifted eyebrow.

She quickly went through what she'd discovered during her studies, opening the book to show him pertinent passages - and once she reached the final bit, she could see a familiar fire lighting in his reptilian eyes. The call to Adventure. "Promising... and intriguing!" He rumbled, turning a page with a delicately-applied talon. "I could certainly imagine a lot of uses for the contents of that library... and for that matter, the library here would be happy to welcome a few more forgotten tomes into the collection. Heh. Unlike whatever sad soul wrote this book, after all, they have no problem with dedicating some real energy to the pursuit of pleasure."

Anitra giggled at this. He wasn't kidding, either. The Utopia's recent influx of new dragons had somewhat curbed the locals' hedonistic tendencies - wouldn't do to spook the new arrivals too badly, after all. But only somewhat... and what had been pushed from the corridors and feast-halls had merely retreated to private dens and isolated bits of the crater-lake's shoreline. If anything, the thrilling 'underground' nature of these encounters just added some spice - and pushed the lustful dragons to new heights of perversion. Of course, her and Blake's humble influence had probably also contributed in making what had already been a very free-loving community even more depraved - after all, as great Heroes and Champions, they stood as examples for all to follow!

'cuz it wasn't as if they'd kept their own perverted games entirely private. Both of them had taken various casual lovers amongst the general draconic populace. But it was Blake's little 'Mating Games' that had really taught the locals the extent of the depraved domination-based games the two liked to play. Ever since his by-now legendary first Mating-Flight - which had reduced a relatively inexperienced (technical) virgin to a sex-hungry fiend in a single, hour-long session - he'd been besieged by what seemed like virtually every female dragon in the entire castle, all wanting to experience his miraculous sexual skills for themselves. More than he could hope to actually fly with, especially since a proper draconic Mating-Flight was a lengthy and exhausting affair.

So he'd started picking out the ones he took out for a flight by posing 'challenges' for his suitors. Acts of submission, partaking of some of his nastier fetishes, or - a particular favorite - acting as a submissive for Anitra. Much like with their dedicated servants, it was a way to remind them that they'd never be his paramour - but the main purpose, of course, was to weed out the less eager or more squeamish. Initially, that had worked just fine. However, as sometimes happened with such things, it had taken on something of a life of its own - his reputation only grew with every Flight, not only making his suitors more ardent, but also turning the privilege of flying with him into something of a status-symbol amongst the female dragons.

And so, by now, he was hosting a semi-regular 'Mating-Game', where a bevy of eager contestants threw themselves into various sexual tasks and challenges, with the winner getting to fly with him. Those dragons who had won several such flights were admired by their peers as possessing impressive sexual skills (as well as a strong stomach and a blatant lack of limits), causing them to draw in many other admirers of either gender as well. Those who simply refused to participate - an admittedly short list, largely consisting of new arrivals - were meanwhile labeled as prudes, or at least sexually inexperienced and/or having no confidence in their sexual skills.

As a result, Anitra - who almost invariably 'assisted' Blake in these games, including acting as the 'impartial judge' - had gotten to enjoy a variety of perverse pleasures with dragons several times her size and power. She'd watched them crawl on the floor before her, begging for the privilege of being her pissoir, narrow tongues dancing to catch the golden stream. She'd seen female dragons spreading their hind legs for her, their scaly pussies pulled open by metallic hooks to expose the soft, sensitive, pink tissue within - as she cracked a stout bullwhip, reminding them that the last one to close her legs against the pain would be the winner. She'd even donned a human-sized strap-on dildo (home-made, through a combination of old-fashioned craftsmanship and magic) and used it to torment the large beasts' urethrae - granting victory to the one who most seemed to enjoy it.

And in the process, they'd passed on to the local females all the perverse experiences they'd picked up during their journey... and those females soon passed them on to their other lovers. Games of domination and submission, rimjobs, ass-to-mouth, golden showers, bondage, masochism... all had not merely taken root in the population, they'd become somehow fashionable! Which certainly suggested that any aging tome of sex-enhancing spells would find a hungry audience indeed. An unspoken agreement was forming between Blake and Anitra. It was time. They'd discussed the possibility shortly after arriving at the Utopia, but now they had a decent excuse...

A new adventure! If they waited much longer, Anitra's pregnancy would become a serious obstacle - rendering adventuring, with all its dangers and hazards, far too risky. For now, though... she was only just starting to show a slight, slight bump on her otherwise-flat belly. It had been several months since Blake had unwittingly knocked her up - but DragonRider pregnancies were, apparently, rather long affairs compared to standard human ones. The life inside her was growing, but slowly - and had yet to present any kind of obstacle. As long as she took a little extra care, she should still be able to adventure. And she wanted to! Not that she hadn't been happy at the Utopia - it was certainly living up to its name - but she was going just a bit stir-crazy, and knowing that the advancing pregnancy would eventually nail her feet to the ground for nearly half a year made her twitchy. She needed to remind herself that the Utopia was no gilded prison.

Blake, too, was eager to stretch his wings. Being surrounded by other dragons was an... unusual experience for him. The fact that they were admirers, all but worshiping the ground he walked on (and the air he flew through) didn't make it any less overwhelming. He'd grown up alone, before being taken in by the late Inferand - a wise old Red Dragon. Then, the long journey with only Anitra for company. Even though having friends, allies, and numerous eager-to-please lovers was lovely, it was also somewhat exhausting to someone accustomed to near-solitude. He needed to get away from it for a bit, to be alone with his thoughts - and Anitra - again. Put it all into perspective.

Arrangements were made. Details hashed out. Some of them were made over the telepathic link they shared, hidden from their nearby servants... not so much to hide them, as to preserve the surprise. Finally, they both rose from the nest and began to take it beyond mere talk. By silent agreement, Anitra headed out first - with Direza quickly pulling on her cloak and following behind her - to start talking to Argila and Elecrastor about their imminent leave of absence. After all, Blake first needed to release (and 'reward') Melora, who had silently suffered atop the torturous icicle during the entire conversation.

Elecrastor, the highly-respected and incredibly ancient Gold Dragon who served as the Elder of the Utopia, was of course very saddened to hear that the universally-admired Champion of the Utopia, and his rider, would be leaving them - albeit only for a short time. His assistant and protege, a young silver named Argila, was more matter-of-fact, and immediately started looking at the Elder Council's meeting-schedule, to see if any potentially divisive subjects were on the docket soon - in which case it could be wise to either move them up to before Blake could leave, or delay them until he returned. Blake held a seat of honor on the Elder Council, along with a theoretical veto-right that he'd never exercised - indeed, he virtually never got involved in the debates that often raged in the Council. His mere presence, however, tended to ensure that everyone stayed on their best behavior - unwilling to show divisiveness or poor temper before such a heroic figure.

Once the local authorities had been informed, other preparations needed to be made. Supplies for the trip were needed, of course. Most of their old adventuring-gear remained, stashed away in a corner of their opulently-appointed chambers, and could easily be pulled out and dusted off. But those supplies had been assembled rather haphazardly, based on available resources and opportunities, representing a patchwork of the cheap and the exclusive - and gathered from dozens of different marketplaces across the continent. Considering the effectively-limitless resources available to them now, it would seem foolish not to replace some of the more low-grade items.

Now, when they had first arrived at the Dragon Utopia, actually doing that would have been somewhat complicated and roundabout. Nigh-infinite wealth could be found beneath the crater upon which the Utopia rested, but dragons weren't natural craftsmen, and the wall that protected them had prevented the establishment of any kind of trade with the outside world. That, of course, was no longer true - and with a steadily-increasing influx of visitors, the dragons had seen fit to establish a localized source of tools, clothes and other necessities for humans - as well as various goods for themselves that they could normally only craft through intensive use of magic.

So today, the Utopia boasted a Hall of Craftsmen - skilled metalsmiths, leather-workers, clothiers and the like, brought in by invitation and commission from across the continent. Supplied with locally-available resources where possible, and by caravans where not, they could produce just about any daily necessity - or piece of adventuring-gear - one might need. In any other settlement, the cavernous hall they'd been given as their working-space would have effectively been a marketplace - but in the Utopia, money was both worthless and meaningless. The craftsmen were paid with priceless gemstones that, to the local dragons, were little more than shiny pebbles - and once their commission was up, they were free to leave and live as lords somewhere else. A surprising number, however, chose to stay - each in their own way having realized that wealth ceased to be a worthwhile goal when it was so easily achieved.

Regardless of the philosophical ramifications of a post-scarcity society, however, the pertinent consequence was that Anitra could simply walk (or rather, dash) down there, and tell the craftsmen what she needed. There was no haggling, no exchange of coin, no hemming and hawing. She simply placed her orders, and received reassurances that they'd be completed by tomorrow. Thus saving a lot of time, which she could then use on running a complete lap of the Utopia's gargantuan central castle (and then some), seeking out a variety of old lovers, calling in favors, and where necessary promising them.

During it all, she maintained regular contact with Blake, who had headed out on his own little circuit as soon as he'd finished fucking Melora to within an inch of her life - predictably, he'd gone for her already-tortured asshole. And just as predictably, she'd climaxed copiously whenever she was given permission to. With that bit of fun out the way, however, he'd been stuck with a whole lot of walking and/or flying all over the place to do pretty much exactly the same thing Anitra was doing (enduring many a sad-faced dragon-maiden who had so been looking forwards to showing them all at the next Mating-Games) - before finding himself dragged into a hastily-called Council-meeting to once again serve as a moderating presence.

Getting all the details ironed out took the rest of the day, leaving them both somewhat tired by the time they retreated to their chambers for the night - particularly Anitra, who with customary energy had spent most of her time at a dead run - but it had been worth it. Everything was set up - they could leave the next day. A somewhat rushed departure, some might say, but they had their reasons... including the fact that, if given anything approaching decent warning, Elecrastor would set up a huge 'safe travels' party for them, which would just be plain embarrassing considering how relatively brief they were planning for their absence to be.

Melora and Direza - who had been forced to stumble home, exhausted, after trying to keep up with Anitra through the first couple of errands she (literally) ran - both showed near-identical sad-puppy faces when they were told that they would not be joining their Master and Mistress on this new adventure. "We're heading for an ancient, booby-trapped, magically-warded arcane library..." explained Anitra patiently. "It's bound to be loaded with magical traps. Blake and I are both IMMUNE to such things. You two... aren't." It was fairly iron-cast logic, and quite true - the fact that Blake and Anitra also needed some 'alone-time' was merely an unmentioned factor on top of that. Still, there were pouty faces in appearance, which turned into a mix of arousal and curiosity when the two of them were reassured that 'arrangements had been made' to 'look after them'.

Indeed, just like ordinary villagers setting out on a journey might ask friends or neighbors to look after pets, houseplants or the like during their absence, Anitra and Blake had both called in a number of favors to ensure that their 'pets' wouldn't go bored. Of course, their basic needs weren't an issue - they'd still be staying in the Champion's Chambers 'servants quarters', and as with most things, food and drink was freely available for all in the Utopia. They also wouldn't exactly be lacking for something to do - they already often helped out around the so-called 'two-leg quarters', where visitors and semi-permanent residents of the non-draconic persuasion lived - mainly humans and elves, with a few dwarves mixed in. Now, they'd merely have far more time to lend a hand or two around the place - showing people around, helping new arrivals settle in, fielding questions and making reassurances... that sort of thing.

The only problematic point was thus the obvious one - their sexual_needs. And in a rather clever bit of matrimonial cooperation, Blake and Anitra had solved that by each aiding the other's servant. Anitra had thus entreated her various (male) draconic lovers to give Melora some attention while Blake was away - and Blake had asked a variety of his (female) admirers to attend to Direza. The fact that both of them had such extensive lists of acquaintances to draw on merely meant that they could make _absolutely sure that neither of the two would be left bored, deprived... or able to walk normally at any point during Blake and Anitra's absence.

Melora knew that male dragons would be coming to her chamber daily, and Blake had given her strict orders - to surrender her body to them utterly, satisfy them to the best of her ability, and carefully clean them afterwards. He would be hearing from them upon his return, he warned - and any word of discourtesy or poor performance from them would ensure a severe punishment. She shuddered at the mere thought... even though she had no idea just how many dragons she'd be welcoming. Two or three groups, consisting mainly of burly Browns coming off a shift in the bottomless gem-mines, would be dropping by every day... each group a dozen strong or more. All of them had been told to pound the horse girl mercilessly in all holes, and reassured that she could handle it.

Which she could, of course... mostly. Several of the dragons Anitra had called upon were bigger than Blake, in terms of length, girth or both... and they were all young, virile specimens usually capable of getting it up two or three times in a session. But since Melora had grown so accustomed to Blake's cock, they'd decided, she could certainly handle something marginally bigger... if not painlessly.

Direza had also received her orders - to debase herself before any female dragon who came to her chamber, and serve their desires unquestioningly. What she hadn't been told was that Blake a large percentage of Blake's mob of suitors had been roped into it, ensuring a steady stream of majestic female dragons descending on her throughout the day... each having been asked to try and get there with a full bladder. Each one would be tasking her with drinking down the entire contents of those dragon-scale bladders, and then requesting at least one orgasm worth of oral pleasures afterwards... followed by applying THEIR long, narrow, serpent-like tongues to the Drow elf's sensitive pussy. Arousing her, pleasuring her - but very carefully not actually getting her off. Cerulea, the young, perverted Blue dragon who had been Blake's first Mating-Flight partner (and had since developed a minor addiction to his cock), had agreed to close out each day by touching bases with all the earlier-arriving females before dropping in with her own request.

If Direza had managed to fulfill the requests of all the dragons who'd come before, Cerulea would lick her to an orgasm or two... and if not, well, she'd tease her to the limit once again before bidding her a good night. Needless to say, the elf was under strict orders not to masturbate, ever, under any circumstances. And considering just how tall a challenge it was to actually manage to drink such vast quantities of hot, strong dragon-piss, Anitra suspected that she'd be enjoying precious few climaxes during the trip. Ensuring that she'd be nice and needy when they got back...

And so, with all the important matters taken care of, they were ready to leave. The very next day - a bit after noon, unfortunately, robbing their departure of that classic 'break of dawn' romance - Blake spread his wings on the balcony of the Champion's Chambers and leaped into the open sky, letting the hot air rising from the lake below carry him aloft. His saddle - and saddlebags - were harnessed to his back again, and he finally understood what humans were talking about when they mentioned the feeling of slipping into a comfortable old pair of shoes. Of course, without Anitra sitting in that saddle, hooting in delight as they climbed, it wouldn't have been the same.

A multicolored cloud of dragons rose from the castle behind them and fell into formation behind him, wings beating in unison. A draconic send-off - which lasted until they reached the edge of the Palling. Crossing that wall of unbelievably potent illusions was no longer a one-way trip, but old habits died hard, and those who'd spent their life in the Utopia were still leery to cross that invisible boundary. Besides, if they did, they would need someone on the inside opening the 'gates' and letting them back in, so it was kind of a hassle. Only Blake could really come and go as he pleased, with the wall being specifically designed to recognize and permit black dragons.

Once they'd left their escort behind, they spent several long minutes just flying for the sheer joy of it, doing acrobatics far above the ground. It wasn't just for fun, mind - both of them needed to shake the rust off. Blake's skill in aerobatics had sometimes been the difference between life and death for them during their adventures - with even a slight miscalculation potentially spelling doom... as had been proven on their trip to the Valley of Wonder. And of course, Anitra wasn't uninvolved either - she had to shift her weight and her grip during the maneuvers, both to avoid throwing Blake off, and to ensure that she didn't get thrown off. Once they both felt confident that Blake wasn't about to faceplant into the side of the nearest mountain, however, he steadied his flight, gliding along at high altitude with his nose turned towards their target.

The Library of the Perverse! Based on the book Anitra had found (which she had, of course, dutifully returned before leaving - one did _not_make late returns to a draconic librarian), it was located in a rocky, desolate region not far east of the Blasted Lands - a volcanically-active region where Hell had literally leaked into the realm of mortals, and where Blake and Anitra had left some rather unpleasant memories. Based on Anitra's quick and cursory research the previous day, that area had been a thriving kingdom, thousands of years ago - fertile and dotted with safe, wealthy cities. Then all Hell had broken loose the next kingdom over, and the resulting, near-cataclysmic war had left many of the neighboring lands in ruins, the ground scorched by hellfire and rendered sterile.

This had been one such place - and even today, it was largely devoid of life. Nasty, mutated mushrooms grew in the darker places. Hardy moss and lichen had covered tumbled walls and stray boulders in the more humid areas. Occasional weeds peeked up through cracked earth. Life was seeping back, slowly, terrifyingly slowly, but still it returned. And of course, there were adventurers - perhaps the hardiest life-form of them all - poking through ruined cities and castles for leftover loot, forgotten magical artifacts, and the occasional stray pack of demons, undead, or other nastiness.

They had not, however, found the ancient library - such a discovery would have sent shockwaves through the Sages' Guild, and there were several representatives of that in the Dragon Utopia who could confirm that they'd never heard of it. A couple of the ones she'd asked had started to promise large bounties for any rare tomes that could be recovered from there... then remembered where they were, and rather sheepishly declared that they'd be really happy if they could get a chance to study such books. She'd grinningly reassured them that anything they recovered would be donated to the Great Library of the Utopia, where they'd be able to access it along with the rest of the collection.

It was not a terribly long trip, by the standards they'd gotten used to during their adventure to recover all the pieces of Lutan's Tablet - why, they'd probably crossed the entire continent twice, in various directions, during that! But it was still a journey of more than a week, despite the speed and straight-line capabilities of a Black Dragon. Plenty of time to enjoy the silence and solitude of the high skies, and to rediscover the simple pleasures they could find in each other's company when camping for the night. Compared to the depraved acrobatics they'd gotten up to back at the Utopia, it was fairly basic - but getting back to basics had its own appeal.

Of course, what with Anitra's pregnancy, her pussy was closed to Blake - he was simply too long. Which narrowed their options even further, but also served to make things simpler yet. Every night, by the campfire, she'd bend over some convenient boulder, tree-trunk or crumbled wall, and Blake would mount her from behind, pushing his long, thick cock up her well-trained ass with ease. He'd pound her 'till he came, usually helping her climax several times before then - and then use the added lubrication to redouble his pace and the force of his thrusts, swiftly railing her before her intestines could absorb the draconic cum and, by The Quickening, turn it into raw energy.

By the time he blasted his second load into the depths of her ass, she'd usually orgasmed at least a dozen times. Then she'd tongue-clean his stained cock, square inch by square inch, relishing the familiar ritual of submission and once again reaffirming her devotion to the great Black Dragon who had become the love of her life. Then, half the time, she'd be back in the saddle - albeit leaning a bit further forwards than usual - as they continued their flight through the night. Blake needed sleep only once every three days or so, and with regular infusions of dragon-cum cranking her engines, the same could be said of her.

Maintaining such a pace, they made good time - and just under a week after they'd left the Dragon Utopia, they surveyed the approximate site of the lost library from the air. It was a mountainous area, not far from what had once been a major city... and since Blake's keen eyes had picked up signs of movement within that city, they were careful to steer clear of it. Whether it was monsters nesting there or adventurers going through the rubble for valuables, disturbing them would only lead to unnecessary conflict.

Finding their actual target proved challenging, however. Based on the book, it would be somewhere around there... but the puritanical mages who'd sealed the library had clearly believed in 'security through obscurity', and concealed the entrance as carefully as they could. Add to that a few million years worth of erosion, rockslides, moss-growth and other natural processes, and there'd be precious little to distinguish the former site of the entrance. Blake had been hoping that his ability to perceive magical residue would help - but any such residue would be thousands of years old and very faint indeed. If he concentrated to the point where he'd be able to see something that vague, he just picked up the general afterglow of the infernal magic that had scorched the entire region during the Hell-Wars, drowning out anything more localized.

It was Anitra who finally got a bright idea. She'd been pondering how they'd reach the library entrance - concealed behind a few thousand tons of collapsed rock, according to the book - which made her think of the Umber Hulk she'd dubbed 'Umberto'. He could tunnel through solid rock as quickly as most people could walk! And that, of course, made her think of when she'd 'borrowed' his Tremor-Sense via the power of the Quickening, and how it had deepened her perception of her surroundings. This, at last, provided a spark of inspiration, and she queried Blake to find out if he had any suitable spells. Fortunately, he did.

Then, facing the side of the mountain they felt reasonably certain held the buried library, Blake gathered dark, magical forces to him with whispered words and subtle talon-gestures, releasing it from his mouth as a roar of thunder. A solid wall of sound hit the mountainside, rattling it - the spell was designed to deafen, incapacitate and scatter smaller opponents, particularly dodgy ones, but it could also make a mountain sing. Hopefully, if anyone (or any_thing_) back at the nearby city heard it, they'd just assume it was mundane thunder over the mountains.

As the initial sound died out, both of them listened closely to the way the mountain was trembling, turning their heads side to side so as to better triangulate the source of each tone. Finally, Blake broke the ringing silence. "It's vague, but... I think the sound was louder over on the left." Anitra nodded, grimacing as she tried to catch the last few notes of the sound - wishing she still had that Quickening-induced tremor-sense, rather than having to rely on the limited senses of her mostly-human body. But while neither one of them had such supernatural senses, Blake did have somewhat keener ears than her, so if he heard a difference, it was probably there.

And so, they relocated a mile or so to the left, along the base of the mountain, before repeating the experiment. This time, Anitra could also hear an irregularity in the fading hum of the thunder-shaken mountain. It was still quite faint, however, so in an effort to hurry things along - Blake could only cast the spell so many times before exhausting his magical resources and needing a rest, after all - they made a longer jump along the mountain's rim. Another roar of thunder shook the air - and the mountain - and a clearer image emerged. The sound was definitely louder to one side, but this time, it was to the right! There clearly was an area nearby where some sort of hollow within the mountain was amplifying the noise, its still air vibrating like the resonating heart of a lute

A carefully-spaced flight to the right, between the last two points, closer to the latter. A particular spot looked promising - a hefty stack of boulders and gravel, worn smooth by the prevailing winds, breaking up the clean mountainside. And sure enough, when Blake unleashed yet another thunderburst, the echo rattling back between the boulders was loud and clear - stronger than on either side. There definitely was a large hollow space behind the boulders. What they'd done had been similar to knocking on a wall to search for secret passages, only on a far larger scale - and had proven just as successful as that old trick usually did.

What happened next was a spectacular display of the draconic trait that inspired the most primal terror in humans and demihumans... their infamous, fiery breath. And the breath of a Black Dragon not only had the power to melt magic, it also burned even hotter than that of a Red. Hot enough to melt solid rock, as it turned out. Under the continuous weight of Blake's flaming breath, the boulders glowed red-hot, then white-hot, then liquefied - turning into magma and beginning to flow downhill. The higher-up boulders didn't get enough heat to fully melt, but they still got gooey enough to stick together even as the stone beneath them flowed away.

Anitra watched, fascinated, from Blake's back as the lava slowly ran down the mountainside, coating Blake's claws. The heat barely registered on him, but while Anitra could theoretically have walked across the molten rock just as easily, she was less... inclined to test those boundaries. Even from up high on his back, she could feel the heat rising from red-hot fluid, and had she been a normal human, the air itself would've essentially cooked her. As it was, the red gemstone set into the breastplate of her armor - a Carbuncle - was glowing wanly as its magic held part of the heat at bay... and it was still at a somewhat uncomfortable level, even for her part-dragon physiology.

Regardless, the localized spot of volcanic activity had served its purpose, melting a hole in the mountainside. Beyond the dripping, white-hot entranceway, a tunnel strewn with dust and debris proceeded deeper into the mountain - its perfectly-straight sides and flat ceiling clear signs of a passage dug by magic rather than hand and tool. A few more arcane mumbles from Blake, and a low-yield freeze-spell flew from his outstretched talon as a giant ice-crystal, before exploding into a cloud of arctic air in the middle of the recently-liquefied entrance. The surrounding rock groaned, hissed and cracked as it was flash-frozen, becoming solid again - even as Blake stepped out of the now-hardening river of lava to walk across the still-warm basalt floor towards the dark corridor.

The red glow of the still-molten sections of the lava lit the first few yards of the passage, but even as that faded into murk, the two of them had no trouble penetrating the darkness with their supernaturally-sharp eyes. Not that there was much to see, anyway - a perfectly straight, perfectly square corridor, continuing steadily into the heart of the mountain. Then, however, the shadows again receded - now pushed back by a purple glow from ahead. As they approached, they began to make out the details. The tunnel emerged into a large, more natural-looking cavern, which was nonetheless mainly featureless - except for a massive bronze gate in the opposite wall, the glowing, purple orbs set into the rock-face above it, and a pair of large bronze statutes flanking it.

Oh, and several piles of bleached bones and ancient, mummified human remains scattered across the floor. Those didn't become visible until they actually stepped into the cavern. It gave them both pause, but as they looked closer, the origins of at least SOME of the remains became clear. The ancient, mummified corpses wore the threadbare remnants of robes... these were the mages who had tried to destroy the Library of the Perverse after the death of its creator, only to be slain by the magical defenses he'd left behind. The book had been somewhat vague on the exact nature of those defenses, speaking only of a 'dread slaughter'...

Blake suddenly chuckled. "Talk about anatomically correct artwork! Those statues leave little question about what kind of library this is, eh?" Anitra shifted her gaze and laughed as well. The twin bronze statues flanking the door were half again the size of humans, and proportioned like idealized specimens - lean, muscular, beautiful... and sexy. One statue was male, and sported a rampaging erection, while the other, female one was stacked with a hefty pair of gleaming, bronze titties and a carefully-detailed vulva. Both were standing with their hips thrust slightly forwards, putting their goods on display, and one arm raised as if presenting the door between them to the onlookers.

Then Anitra's laugh died out. "They're totally going to try and kill us, aren't they?" Blake sighed and nodded. "Yup. I didn't even need to see the magical glow on them to figure that out. Animated Statues. Classic magical guardians. Though, the fact that they haven't attacked us yet indicates that they won't be triggered until we try to force the door... like the previous visitors did." Anitra's eyes panned down to the great door which was, indeed, marred by melty-looking spots and burns. It also had no handles or visible locks. So how had it ever been possible to peacefully enter this place? Some kind of password? As she pondered this question, her eyes rose, and she noticed the engraved text above the door, right beneath the glowing purple orbs. It was an ancient dialect, but after spending months studying equally-ancient tomes in the Utopia's Great Library, she could read it easily enough.

"Violence breeds only violence. Through love, new paths are opened." She mumbled it out loud as she read it, and Blake raised his head, turning it around to look at her with a raised eyebrow. They exchanged looks of dawning realization as the meaning of what was, presumably, the motto of the library sank in - then grinned in unison. "You think you're up for it?" asked Blake playfully. She rolled her eyes theatrically before answering. "Please... I'll need to be a lot more pregnant before a bronze chump like that presents any real challenge." Jumping off his back, she sauntered up to the male statue, taking in its sculpted physique... and its huge, metallic erection. It was big, even in proportion to the statue's oversized proportions, though still significantly smaller than Blake's tool. No problem, indeed.

She cupped one of his big, bronze balls in one hand - it was easily the size of her fist. With draconic focus, she could see the magic aura surrounding the statue begin to pulse. It was responding to her touch - awakening. The long, metal-hard shaft was next - she stroked it up and down with her other hand, using long, practiced motions. Handjobs weren't something she'd doled out a lot of - but she did know a thing or two about how to prime a man's pump... regardless of his size. A shudder went through the statue and his metallic limbs began to move, the sculpted muscles shifting as if he was merely a giant, naked man covered in bronze paint. Under her touch, the thick, bronze cock also began to shift, growing more subtle and flexible - and warm to the touch.

Chancing a glance to the side, she saw Blake's long, flexible tongue lash across the female statue's exposed pussy-mound, prompting a similar tremor in her. The library's defenders were awake, indeed, but not with deadly intent. Instead, vibrating moans of pleasure rose from metallic faces that were now shifting into expressions of delight. The male statue shook the dust off his gleaming shoulders and reached down his hands - each nearly the size of her head. One hand wrapped around his permanent erection and pulled it down to near-horizontal, while the other hand reached for her head. She let him grasp it, let him guide her head towards the broad cockhead. The familiar smell of erect cock - sweat, cum and traces of piss - were notable by their absence. It smelled - and, she soon concluded - tasted like exactly what it was: A rod of pure bronze.

She did not let the metallic taste distract her from putting her oral experience to work, however. First her tongue danced around his cockhead, teasing the most sensitive part of the tool. Then leaning in to kiss the glans, while her tongue prodded at the urethra... finding that, sure enough, the statue had one of those too. Exactly what would be coming out of it remained to be seen, though. The hand on the back of her head wasn't pulling her beyond that point - an optimistic indication that the statues were designed not to push those seeking entrance to any potentially dangerous sex-acts. And the statue obviously had no way of knowing that she was anything more than human.

She was, however - and with a 'click' that sounded loud inside her skull but was barely audible beyond it, she unhinged her jaws and swallowed the shaft, for all that it was thicker than her wrist. The cockhead slid smoothly into her well-trained throat, and the shaft behind it proved to be flexible enough - despite its seemingly metallic nature - to go around the curve and deeper inside her. Inch after inch she gobbled down, even as the statue began to adjust to her demonstrated capabilities. The hand on her head - which had briefly lost contact with her hair altogether during her surprising display of oral fortitude - was now applying steady pressure again. Clearly, now that he knew she could handle it, he would not be satisfied until her nose was tangled in the bronzed bush of hair above his shaft.

The breath whistled through her nose as she deep-throated the thick, bronze member - even with its imposing girth making her neck bulge out visibly, she could still draw in air... a very handy perk of being a DragonRider. She'd normally be smelling sweat and various other levels of body-odor at this point - depending on the personal hygiene of her partner - but once again, this was absent from the statue. There was a scent of hot metal about his member, but that was about it - and she found that the lack of 'living' smells was actually cutting into her enjoyment of the scene somewhat. Still, it wasn't so bad - the statue's size meant that she could conveniently suck him off while standing slightly spread-legged, with one hand buried in her minimalistic panties, fingers busily burrowing into her wet pussy, while the other fondled and massaged the statue's increasingly soft and subtle bronze balls.

Just as she finished pushing the large shaft all the way down her throat - leaving the cockhead nestled just short of her stomach - she once again glanced to the left, wanting to check up on Blake before her vision was cut off by the statue's chiseled abs. And she was somewhat envious to see that he had advanced a few bases ahead of her. The female statue was bent at the waist, legs spread wide, with both of her slender, metallic hands solidly planted against the cave wall as Blake mounted her. His talons wrapped around her shoulders, which bore up against his grip like no flesh possibly could - and with his hind legs stretched fully, he was in an excellent position to pound her forcefully. Based on the sloshing sounds she could hear, it appeared that the female statue even had self-lubrication built in - no doubt a priority for the perv who created her.

Determined not to be left behind, Anitra began to constrict her throat around the male statue's shaft, sending ripplesof muscular contractions down from her palate to her gullet - a 'milking' technique she'd had significant success with on more biological targets. At the same time, she shifted her hand from the statue's surprisingly-soft ballsack, to encircle the root of his cock - where, with a firm grip, she could begin to push and pull the big lunk, thereby suggesting that he maybe start throat-fucking her properly. Presumably, he'd been holding back out of the same safety-concerns that had prevented him from making full use of her flexible throat from the start.

Now that he had gotten the all-clear, however, he seemingly saw no reason to hold back. Wrapping both of his large, bronze hands around her head, he began to piston-pump his hips with inhuman strength, pulling her head towards his groin in time with the thrusts. It was about as violent a face-fucking as she'd ever had (and she'd had a few contenders) - so she quickly adjusted her tactics. She'd loosen her throat when he pushed it in - making for easier progress - and then tighten it as he pulled out, providing a far more powerful milking-motion than she could've created by herself. Of course, whether something like that even worked on an animated statue remained uncertain... but if nothing else, it was useful practice!

Maybe it did, or maybe the big statue was just fast on the trigger - presumably, spending a few thousand years standing stock-still in a cave could make even bronze balls blue. Either way, it didn't take long for him to cum. She wasn't sure what to expect from that - maybe something like molten metal? She remembered having been raped by a gang of gargoyles once - granite cocks with mercury cum! But instead, what came out of the statue just felt like... warm water. Well, water loaded with raw magic... which was now seeping into her stomach-lining as her unnatural metabolism went to work.

If she'd been hoping to gain bronze skin or giant stature from the resulting Quickening, however, she was disappointed - presumably, what she was absorbing was simply the magic that animated the statue itself - and there wasn't really anything in that she could use, other than the raw power itself. Still, the basic 'high' was there, along with boosted energy... so when the statue released her head, she quickly pulled her head back to release his huge cock from the tight grasp of her throat, and stripped off the main parts of her armor with inhuman speed - the breastplate and the tiny, red panties - while watching the thick rod in front of her swing back up to near-vertical. Then she literally jumped his bones. Pouncing on him, she grabbed his shoulders and planted her feet on his hips, before bending her knees and taking careful aim...

Normally, she would've aimed him at her pussy - after all, she already had a nice Quickening going from his oral load, and didn't particularly need another - but he was long enough that she didn't feel entirely confident that he wouldn't be prodding her womb a little too harshly, especially considering his metallic hardness. She also couldn't be sure that whatever magic drove him would recognize her situation and specifically avoid it. So she took matters into her own hands, and lowered her ass down on the bronze rod, moaning lustily at the familiar, stretching sensation as her sphincter was opened by her own body-weight, wrapping itself around the statue's fat cockhead.

There was little lubrication - just a bit of her own spit and drool - but then again, little was needed. He was so perfectly smooth, it just slipped inside with ease, the sculpted veins teasing her sphincter as he filled her ass. The feeling of the warm metal inside her was strange, unfamiliar... and quite pleasurable. Her precarious position - clinging to his chest like a tick - prevented her from lowering her hips more than halfway down the thick shaft. She had hoped that the statue would take over once she'd gotten that far, but he seemed to have come down with another shortage of initiative. Presumably, he was once again unsure about the capabilities of her body, and waiting for her to demonstrate her own limits... in which case...

She spread her legs, releasing the grip of her sandal-clad feet on his hips. Swinging down, holding on with just her hands, she was fully impaled on his tool right down to the root in a single, forceful motion - leaving her clit to rub painfully against the tuft of rough, metallic hair right above the base. She dangled there for a moment, legs hanging down to just past the statue's knees - then he finally sprung into action. Grabbing her hips, he began to pump her up and down with incredible strength - indeed, such powerful motion would've tired out just about any biological being within seconds, if not minutes. Having apparently absorbed the near-limitless depths of her ass, he seemed determined to use every inch of it - lifting her up to the point where his cockhead was halfway out in the air, before plunging her all the way down to the shaft's root with shuddering force.

Nevermind tiring his arms - no ordinary being would've been able to maintain such a stroke-length for any length of time before accidentally going a bit too far and plopping out - possibly leading to a rather painful situation for one or both parties when the cockhead met the hip-bone in a forceful downthrust, instead of a warm, receptive orifice. But the statue was gifted with inhuman precision as well as endurance, and could probably keep up that pace flawlessly for days. The friction was heating up the bronze, making him feel hotter inside her, even as the pleasure/pain mix of the hard anal reaming made her head spin. She'd been pretty wound up already before the first thrust - and before the tenth, she was cumming. The climaxes came rapidly after that, even as the pounding continued - her legs shaking spastically in the air as she lost control of her muscles.

No longer needing to maintain her grip on his shoulder, she instead let her hands drop and cling to his arms - purely to keep her arms from flopping around as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her head lolled on her shoulders from the impacts as she relaxed her body and just let the orgasms roll over her... and even though she was having some difficulty focusing her eyes, she could not avoid noticing the display to her left, when her sight turned that way. The female statue was down on all fours by now, bronze tits scraping along the cave floor as Blake's claws on her shoulders pushed her down. His cock was clearly lodged deep in her bronzed rectum, driving in right to the root, sending loud clapping sounds echoing through the cavern when his hard scales hit her metallic buttocks.

The two were actually quite well-matched in terms of size. Usually, Blake towered over his non-draconic lovers, despite being quite small for a dragon. He was easily the size of a large horse, and heavier yet due to his sturdy and scaly build. But next to - or rather, on top of - the oversized statue, he scaled more closely to a large dog... which made the current doggy-style reaming he was dishing out all the more appropriate. The statue's metallic face was twisted into an expression of ecstasy that was far from unfamiliar to Anitra - but like the statue currently assaulting her anus, she was making no sound. No moans, no heavy breathing... a somewhat creepy reminder that the twin statues were anything but alive, which nonetheless failed to dim the ardor of the dragon and his rider.

She watched him pound the statue's sculpted ass with that little, detached part of her brain that wasn't busy floating away on an orgasmic cloud, until he lifted his head in a climactic roar, little tongues of flame licking from his maw. She watched his loins shudder, as they always did when he was busy cumming. Then, she watched him dismount and circle around the still-kneeling statue, presenting his thick, cum-stained shaft to her mouth for cleaning. The statue complied without hesitation, but of course, it was entirely a symbolic act - it wasn't as if she had anything to use her asshole for but sex, after all.

When the male statue reached his climax - assuming a magically-animated piece of decor actually experienced those - and unloaded yet another gallon of watery-yet-magically-charged spunk inside of her, however, her response was less symbolic. The statue lifted her off his perpetual erection as soon as he was done cumming, and as soon as her feet touched the ground again, she shook off the post-orgasmic jitters and jumped forwards again - licking her own slimy ass-residue off the gleaming bronze member.

There was, perhaps, not much reason to do so - after all, the statue was hardly going to insist on such extra service, and considering the way the female statue was responding to Blake's display of dominance, it certainly didn't seem likely that such a submissive act was required for this 'entrance-exam'. However, the whole session, however pleasurable, had been missing a certain... biological warmth. It was all too clean, too neat, too smooth. The harsh taste of ass-slime and familiar feeling of her own intestinal heat against her tongue added a certain bit of messy 'aliveness' to the finale. That, and she knew Blake was watching her just as much as she was watching him - and that it turned him on.

Sure enough, as both of the statues turned away from the pair and marched back to their plinths, Anitra could see that Blake was still sporting a full hard-on - despite cumming at least twice that she'd noticed. His eyes were hot on her skin as she picked up her discarded armor, and marched through the massive bronze door - which had creaked open at the end of the mini-orgy, just as they'd figured. No sooner were the inside - in an entranceway lit by more floating, glowing orbs - than one of his claws descended on her shoulder and pushed her sideways into one of the walls. She moaned slightly, putting her hands against the cold stone and spreading her legs invitingly, already feeling the heat radiating from his thick cock as it approached her rear.

However satisfying the statues had been to the both of them, from a purely orgasmic point of view, they'd both clearly found them ultimately lacking - and now they both eagerly sought that missing component in one another's embrace. His head bobbed above her, and she grinned up at him as she shivered at the familiar sensation of his huge shaft invading her ass. It went in easily - she'd barely started pulling herself back into shape after the rough ride the statue had offered, and Blake's tool seemed to be covered by some residual lubrication as well.

The ride was rough, deep, and familiar. Blake was pounding her asshole mercilessly, assailing it with all the vast mass and power of a dragon - far rougher than the statue had been, since that had merely used HER weight. Of course, he did it that way because he knew her - knew that she could handle it easily, and in fact enjoyed it the most that way. That was not to say that they didn't occasionally enjoy some slow, leisurely lovemaking together - but that was more of a 'special occasions' deal. Most of the time, whatever position they were using, Anitra preferred it when Blake was going at her like he was trying to break her.

This time, however, he added a wrinkle. She'd already moaned out one anal orgasm, and was rapidly building towards another, when he shifted his position. His vast, scaly body was more flexible than most would have assumed - and he now used that to bend sideways, while reaching down his long, snake-like neck so that he could slip his head in between her body and the wall. There, his long, serpentine tongue sought out her pussy - dripping with juice and pulsating with neglect, having been ignored in the previous session and, indeed, in most of their sex-break sessions on the way.

The long, agile tongue lashed across her sensitive, full-exposed clit, which seemed to be straining to get out from under its hood in search of stimulation. It drilled into her welcoming pussy to taste her amply-flowing juices and tickle her G-spot. New shudders of pleasure joined those already emanating from her ass - where the rough reaming had continued unabated - and a pressure began to build inside her. Under Blake's expert ministrations, a triple orgasm was forming, as pleasure accumulated in pussy, clit and ass all at the same time.

When it finally exploded, it was blinding - her mind going blank with ecstasy, her body convulsing against the wall as she lost all muscular control. Even with all the many and varied creatures she'd had sex with in her travels - a list that was still growing, with 'living statue' having been recently added - there was none that could make her cum the way Blake did. And when his sperm exploded into the depths of her ass, bringing with it the heady high of a dragon-powered Quickening, it simply added a snowy peak to the mountain of pleasure he'd built for her.

She was in a daze for nearly ten minutes afterward. She could not recall feeling Blake pull out, nor giving him the usual, complimentary tongue-cleaning for his finally-softening cock before it retreated into its sheath - though he assured her afterward that she had, indeed, done so. By the time she returned to reality - still shuddering with occasional orgasmic aftershocks - Blake had moved away from her a bit to let her recover, taking in the surroundings they had previously ignored in the throes of passion.

Anitra, too, took a look around, even as she began to pick up her discarded armor and strap it back on. The immense bronze doors had closed behind them, but a cursory glance at the magic woven into the metal allayed any fears that they might have been shut in - the doors were heavily warded from the outside, but from the inside, they could be opened with a simple push. Even without the far greater insight Blake had into the fabric of magic, as black dragons and their riders could see it, she could tell that much.

And beyond the small entranceway where they had paused to sate their passions, the library proper opened up. Glowing globes hung evenly-spaced from the ceiling, spreading a soft, white light - rather than the harsh, purple glow of the orbs outside. Presumably, colored light made for poor reading-conditions. Beyond that - and its rather isolated location - it resembled any other library: Shelves upon shelves, from floor to ceiling, filled with books, scrolls, loose-leaf documents, and the occasional slab of engraved stone or woodcut. A mortal might have wondered why the musty smell that usually haunted any large library was missing, but once again, dragon-eyes revealed the answer: Powerful, preservative spells attached to the very shelves themselves, preventing the decay of the documents upon them - and thus cutting off that characteristic library-smell at its source.

Blake whistled at the power of the enchantments in appearance. Not only had the entire space been magically carved from the mountain itself, countless spells had also been layered on the walls, the ceilings, the light-sources and the shelves, protecting the bounty of knowledge within from both basic decay, and outside attack. Not a drop of moisture had been allowed to leak through the walls for the thousands of years the library had been sealed, nor had a single spider been allowed entrance. And if it had, it would have starved to death in short order, for the enchantments were more than capable of killing any insect that drew near - from dust-mites on up. Thus, the library remained as clean, and as perfectly preserved, as the day it was built. However perverse this 'Drake' had been, he had certainly been no slouch in the magic-department. Nor had he lacked for foresight.

Meanwhile, Anitra - who could see less of the spells and therefore was less impressed - had taken a more sensible approach, and walked up to a wall filled with tiny drawers. She'd spent enough time in the Grand Library of the Utopia to know that it would be there, and how to use it... the one thing that made a library a library, and not just a jumbled pile of knowledge: The index. A vast card-catalog stretched before her, listing everything kept within by title, author, and subject. The only thing separating it from your average such catalog was the subjects in question, which read more like a list of kinks.

Remembering the vague references that had convinced her to seek this place out in the first time, she opened the drawer marked 'sexual transformations', and leafed through the cards within. They were just as perfectly preserved as everything else in the library, and she soon found the book she was looking for. Pulling the card out for a closer look, she grinned and went off in search of the particular tome. There'd be many other interesting books here, to be sure, but she might as well start with what she'd come for to begin with...

It was nearly half a day later by the time they emerged once again into the purple-tinted natural cavern that held the library's entrance - and its guardians. Blake's saddlebags bulged with hand-picked books and scrolls that had roused the interest of one or both of them, and they were talking animatedly as they walked down the corridor towards the open air. "I'm telling you, it's a crime to leave such a bounty of knowledge in such an out-of-the-way place! We might not be able to carry more than a fraction of it back, but what if we talked to the librarian back at the Utopia? He could probably rustle up a handful of young dragons to fly down here and pick up some loads." Anitra gestured wildly, a broad grin on her face. The thought of all the fun things she could do with the books they'd _already_grabbed were filling her with energy.

Blake nodded, an equally great smile on his scaly visage. "Yeah, probably... heh. Just gotta make sure there's a male and_female dragon along for the ride - or at least one bisexual! Either way, they won't have any trouble turning the 'key'. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if the old librarian decided to head down here himself - if only to check out the preservative spells in place! They're actually better than the ones _he's using, so I bet he'll want to take some notes." Neither one of them were paying a great deal of attention to anything other than each other, so even when barely-audible words began to echo down the passage from outside, it took them a moment to realize what they were hearing and react.

"See, I told you it wasn't thunder... not enough clouds in the sky around here for it to have been, you know? I just bet there's..." Those final words were cut off in a strangling noise as Blake emerged from the hole he'd melted in the cliffside, a few paces ahead of Anitra, and found out what had been making the noise. Frozen in shock before him stood a small adventuring-party, gaping at the huge, black-scaled monstrosity that had just appeared before them. Blake's mind, rapidly shifting gear from 'relaxed discussion' to 'possible fight', ran swiftly through the visual impression he was getting, and delivered a threat-estimate in a millisecond.

6 adventurers. Female elven archer, arrow already on the bow. Magical glow on arrowtip, but weak - not enough to penetrate scales. Dwarf, gender indeterminate, fully decked out in heavy plate-armor, holding a shield nearly as tall as himself and hefty hammer, both glowing with magic. The shield in particular seemed heavily enchanted, and visible runes covered its front - probably an heirloom or artifact recovered on an earlier adventure. Male half-orc, towering over his companions, holding an axe in either hand. Chain-mail - heavy enough to offer decent defense, but light enough not to slow down a sufficiently strong individual. Sharp eyes - probably smart, for a half-orc - best not to underestimate, despite apparent lack of magical gear. Female human magic-user - probably a sorceress - holding a glowing staff and sticking to the back of the formation... almost certainly not a threat. Half-elf male at the front of the group, wielding longsword and shield, slight magical glow on the sword. Probably the leader, and the one who had spoken. Hooded female, dressed in black leathers, carrying a dagger and most likely several more that weren't visible. Race indeterminable due to hood and mask covering most of the head, but presumably elf, human, or half-elf.

Blake had been thinking fast, but the elf was faster still. In a split second, her bow was raised and the arrow in flight. She'd probably aimed for one of his eyes, but that was a difficult target, especially for a snapshot - and instead, the arrow bounced off the scaly ridge of his snout, its enchantments insufficient to break the gleaming, black scales. Still, having seen an arrow heading straight for one of his eyes was enough to prompt an immediate, instinctive reaction, and with a roar, he unleashed a burst of flame in the direction of the adventurers.

A Dwarven oath rang out with a metallic timbre as the short, heavily-armored warrior jumped in front of the fire that threatened to engulf the entire party, shield raised to intercept. Blake's burning breath washed against the shield's front, and was divided by it like a river hitting a boulder. The only part of the dwarf that was outside the shield's protective arc was the tips of the metallic horns poking up from his full-face helmet - and these swiftly turned red, white, and then liquid, even as the rest of the adventurers quickly pulled themselves into the safe-zone behind him - clearly accustomed to hiding behind their bulky, heavily-armored comrade.

Then the glowing runes on the shield's face began to flash and, one by one, fade... as the power of a black dragon's flame to erode and destroy magic took effect. That it had held up for even the handful of moments that had passed since Blake opened his mouth was impressive, but now the magical protection was fading, and the shield was heating up, melting around the corners as the dwarf behind it let loose with an increasingly blistering collection of Dwarven swearwords. (And when it came to swearwords, not even the harsh Orcish language could match the Dwarven selection.)

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out over the roar of the fire. "Enough! Hold your fire!" At the sound of Anitra's voice, Blake's instincts gave way to reason, and he quickly closed his mouth, stray flames licking his lips as he cut off the steam of deadly fire. The astounded adventurers peeked out from behind the partially-melted shield of their guardian, and watched as a woman dressed in exotic, black armor (that didn't seem to really cover very much at all) walked out of the cave-mouth, casually running a hand over the flank of the fearsome black dragon by her side.

"What is the meaning of this?" She demanded angrily "Attacking my pet without provocation! I have half a mind to let him have you all for supper!" Blake grunted and glared down at the adventurers, letting a puff of smoke escape his nostrils. There was no need to use their telepathic bond to secretly plot and plan in this case - it was a familiar ruse they'd used several times during their past adventures. DragonRiders were largely unknown, and considered a myth by most of those who had heard of them - so explaining how the two of them belonged together was usually more trouble than it was worth. However, many a powerful wizard, demi-god, priest-king or conquering emperor throughout time had enjoyed using his powers to compel a dragon to serve as his steed... and while something like that wasn't really possible with a black dragon, most didn't know that either. So it was generally easier to just pretend that he was a bound servant of Anitra's when interacting with humans and the like. It also had the advantage of creating a false perception that she was an immensely powerful magic-wielder of some kind, winning her easy respect - and fear.

She could see it, now, in their eyes. They emerged from behind the slightly-singed dwarf, looking from her to the dragon standing by her side, expressions running the gamut from fear to admiration. To them, a dragon was just another monster, to be defeated if possible and escaped if not - but a human, however powerful, could be... negotiated with. The half-elf with the longsword and buckler elbowed the elven archer, who half-stumbled, glared at him as he made eye-gestures towards Anitra, and then sighed before stepping forwards. "I... apologize for attacking your... pet. It was merely an instinctive reaction to its sudden appearance. Do forgive me."

The elf seemed to be having a hard time getting the last words out, and her face was stony. Looking her up and down, Anitra suddenly found herself licking her lips and picturing a scenario... this stuck-up elf-maid was the one who'd attacked Blake. What if she demanded her surrender in return? The other members of the group were obviously terrified, and if she threatened to have Blake burn them all alive - and/or devour them - that should get them to cave. Especially since they had no chance of outrunning a swift-winged dragon, and even less chance of finding any kind of shelter in these bare mountains...

That elf was full of pride... and had such athletic curves. It would be fun to drag her home, break that pride, and lat Blake have his way with her. There were some spells in the bounty of books they were already carrying that should make the experience survivable. Oh, and Direza... a drow elf! Widely hated and feared, of course, but none held such fiery disdain for the gray-skinned creatures as their forest-dwelling cousins. Breaking the elf's will and forcing her to submit to Direza... making them do all kinds of nasty, humiliating things together... oh, it would be such fun!

Then she caught herself and took a deep breath. There was no need for this. Direza and Melora were waiting back at the Utopia, willing and eager to satisfy any desires she might have. Plenty of dragons, of both genders, could also easily be cajoled into helping her live out any fantasy she might be harboring. And besides... she shook it off and faked a smile at the elf, who had been looking up at her with a raised eyebrow as she ran through the mental scenario. "Oh, fine then... normally, I would've demanded significant reparations for such a slight, but I'm in a fine mood today, so I suppose I'll let it go."

She then gestured towards the tunnel they had just emerged from, and sharpened her face into an imperious expression. "For that matter, I'll give you some free information... if you feel inclined to explore the cavern behind me in search of wealth, don't. I have claimed the contents of this forgotten tomb - and what I cannot carry with me now, my servants will soon arrive to collect." She patted the heavy saddlebags hanging from Blake's flanks, once again emphasizing the power of her 'pet'. "Oh, and I reactivated the magical wards on my way out. If you try to force your way in, with the paltry power you possess, you will die painfully. Trust me."

The adventurers flinched slightly, their eyes wandering from her bulging saddlebags to the tunnel-opening as Anitra used Blake's helpfully-offered foreleg as a stepping-stone to vault herself into the saddle. The pair then took off into the darkening sky without another word, and Anitra glanced over her shoulder, back down at the adventurers who were now curiously approaching the cave-entrance. Hopefully, their curiosity would only take them as far as the bronze door and its guardians before good sense won out - she certainly had no doubt that the statues would make short work of the band if they tried to open the door, and even if they figured out how to unlock it, they... probably didn't have the physical capacity to do so. But, she'd warned them, and there was little else she could do.

The journey back was every bit as leisurely as the outward leg had been - though their breaks consisted more of skimming the magical tomes and sordid accounts they'd retrieved from the library. And then having intense, vigorous sex when they were both suitably hot and bothered from imagining all the perverted things they could use their newly-obtained knowledge for. By the time the desolate, lifeless peaks around the Dragon Utopia - which they both knew to be naught but an elaborate illusion - came into view, they had been away for a bit less than four weeks. As soon as they passed through the two mountain-peaks that marked the 'secret gate' of the Utopia - accessible only to blacks - they saw a cloud of multicolored dragons rising in welcome from the majestic castle in the sapphire-blue lake... just as when they had first arrived.

After the requisite round of welcome-back, they sought out the librarian of the Great Library and handed their haul over to him for safe-keeping and preservation, along with the information about where to find - and how to access - the rest of the 'collection'. He seemed quite excited at the prospect of adding such a bounty of forgotten knowledge to the already expansive library, and immediately set out to find some volunteers for 'library-runs' to pick up the rest. And so, with all that taken care of, Blake and Anitra returned to their chambers... and their 'servants'.

Melora and Direza greeted them at the door, both in conditions that indicated that their schemes for keeping the two horny women busy during their absence had worked, if anything, a little _too_well. Of course, they had more or less expected that, having had a quick chat with some of the dragons they'd charged to look after their 'pets'. One of the male dragons Anitra had asked to visit Melora on a regular basis had let her know that, once word got around about the arrangement, more dragons had been interested in 'joining in'... and, being such helpful souls, had decided to lend a claw without further debate. Meanwhile, Cerulea, the horny Blue female who'd managed the steady flow of female dragons to test Direza's tongue (and gut), informed Blake that the elf-girl had found it very difficult indeed to face up to the challenges set before her.

And so, both Blake and Anitra cast a critical eye at the two rather careworn creatures who greeted them. Direza smelled strongly of dragon-piss, despite what seemed to have been quite a lot of baths. Her stomach was swollen, filled with several bladderfulls of the stuff already, just from the dragons who'd come by already, looking to make use of the two-legged toilet. Her greeting was spoken with a noticeable lisp - her tongue thick and worn-out from hours spent licking draconic cunts and assholes. And, more importantly, she was practically vibrating with frustrated desires, her hands constantly inching towards her dripping-wet groin only to be pulled back by an exertion of will. According to Cerulea, Direza had simply proven physically incapable of handling the steady influx of dragon-piss - she'd manage to fulfill her duties with the first handful of dragons who came her way, but by the end of the day, she'd simply be too full to swallow any more, leaving the hot liquid to gush from her open mouth and down across her lithe body despite her best efforts. Which meant that, in strict accordance with Anitra's orders, the poor girl had gone nearly four weeks without an orgasm, being taunted to the very limit on a daily basis.

Melora, meanwhile, just looked a mess. Her short coat was soaked with cum practically across her whole body, her mane and tail alike thick with the stuff. The latter was literally glued to her back, leaving her ample buttocks fully exposed. Her pussy and ass gaped open, the visible tissue angrily red from wear and tear. Her voice sounded rough, like she'd had a cold... or, more likely, a steady succession of inhumanly-thick cocks exploring her throat, testing her recently-gained capabilities for dragon-scale throat-fucking. For her, the last two weeks had essentially been one long gang-bang, with horny male dragons seeking her services from early morning to late night, barely leaving her with enough free time for food, bodily functions, and sleep. And none at all for personal hygiene, from the looks of it. While probably pleasurable at first, time alone had to have turned it into an agonizing ordeal as her body began to protest the rough treatment. Still, she had never hesitated to obey Blake's orders, and had amply serviced every last dragon who came her way. Even now, both of her nether orifices were leaking the white, bubbly slime left there by her last visitor.

Blake ran a tender claw along the mare's cum-clogged mane, smiling down at her as she somehow managed to blush straight through the caked-on layers of jizz covering her face. "You've done well, my pet. It does me glad to hear that you have been so well-behaved in my absence! Turn around and get on your hands and knees - I will give you your due reward now..." She obeyed instantly, whinnying with expectation as she presented her holes for his perusal... and in doing so, once again confirmed her masochistic nature. As she kneeled there, knees widely spread, the sad condition of her orifices was even more in appearance than a cursory glance had shown. Pussy and ass alike were gaping, swollen, and worn angrily-red from the friction - despite an obviously ample supply of 'lubricant'. The river of cum dripping steadily from her ragged asshole was also liberally tinged with pink, indicating a fair number of small, internal tears - whether from the size, or sheer number, of her previous 'guests'.

Not being one to turn up his nose at sloppy seconds - or, for that matter, nasty ninety-eights - Blake covered the horse-girl's body with his own, and guided his thick cock - which had emerged, rock-hard, from its sheath as soon as he saw Melora's condition - into the waiting asshole. It was an easy enough entrance, albeit one that generated a slimy, sucking sound. But he could hear her breathing heavily beneath him, and feel the worn-out tissue of her insides shiver at the painful touch of yet another harsh intruder. The eagerness with which she had surrendered to it anyway... aroused him. "You have been so good..." he whispered in her ear "that I will fuck you until you've cum thrice, I think. I'll be keeping count..." As he craned his neck to look at her cum-drenched face, she looked back at him with devotion in her eyes. Then a sharp jerk of his hips sent renewed tremors of pain through her, and she gasped - but still managed to force out the words. "Thank... you... Master..." Would she actually be able to orgasm from such an agonizing treatment? Probably! She certainly seemed to enjoy the various inventive tortures he'd put her through enough. He'd never seen her cum from it, of course, but then, he didn't usually allow her to...

Meanwhile, Anitra was pulling Direza towards the 'servants' quarters' - the set of human-scale rooms adjoining the larger dragon-den, where Melora and Direza slept. One of the walls in there, however, had been given over to the collection of 'implements' that Blake and Anitra had accumulated during their stay, chiefly for use on their two eager servants. A bit, bridle and even saddle for Melora, various restraints, blindfolds, a riding-crop, a selection of whips and canes, dildos of various sizes and textures, and several other bits and bobs. It amused both of them to think of the two submissives seeing all that paraphernalia every day, and shivering at the thought of it being used on them. And, of course, Blake couldn't even fit in there... so he pretty much had to send Melora to fetch whatever he needed...

Direza was whimpering and begging as she followed Anitra's lead, clearly desperate for the release she craved. But her stern-faced mistress merely dragged her inside and , ignoring the wallful of restraints and toys, sat down on the edge of Direza's bed and pulled the girl down over her knees for a good old-fashioned open-handed spanking. It had a simple, authoritarian appeal to it - no frills, just Anitra's palm (and superhuman strength) reddening Direza's firm ass.

The sound of firm palm against jiggling buttocks resounded in the room, punctuating every other word as Anitra spoke. "You ask for release, after failing so totally at the task I set before you? Your failure reflects poorly on me, especially in view of Melora's unqualified success! You are due severe punishment, not the reward that a climax would be!" Granted, the spanking alone was a bit of a punishment - Direza entirely lacked Melora's masochistic tendencies, so even such relatively light pain made her flinch. Of course, it obviously wasn't enough, but what should she do to the quivering elf-girl now shaking under her hand?

Her first impulse was to remember the sperm-drenched filly in the next room, and reflect on how much trouble Direza had with cum-eating. Anitra had been working on her 'education' in that area, but it remained a work in progress... charging her with tongue-cleaning the mare's short coat would be a fitting punishment indeed, especially considering Melora's success at her tasks. But then she heard the lisp in Direza's pained pleas for forgiveness and release, and breathed out. The poor girl's tongue was worn out from weeks of hard work. Not only would yet another oral task be overly harsh, running such a swollen tongue over Melora's coarse hide would likely be highly painful too.

Her hand never stopping in its punishing rhythm, she ran through a few other possibilities in her head before settling on one that made her grin. Just the right combination of punishment, humiliation and deprivation. By then, Direza had already been reduced to a blubbering mess shaking under her hands, her normally slate-gray ass glowing bright red. Between the crying and the swollen tongue, it was hard to make out what she was saying, exactly, but it seemed like she had given up on pleading for sexual release altogether, and was by now just asking for forgiveness and begging her mistress not to abandon her. Perhaps she'd overdone it a bit...

She pulled the sobbing girl upright again, and gave her a quick, reassuring hug. "Now, now, don't worry... you'll have your chance to redeem yourself. As your mistress, after all, it falls to me to ensure that you're educated - and that your needs are met. Come, now - I've got a quick little task for you, and then you'll get the release you so crave. Afterwards... your education will begin." The tears had stilled within the first few words, and the last ones prompted a shiver of mixed fear and arousal in the lithe elf.

Anitra smiled as she guided Direza back out into the main chamber. She was still getting used to this - having a submissive little thing like that to look after. Sometimes, she still needed to remind herself that she possessed mildly superhuman strength even without the benefit of a Quickening, making any corporal punishment she doled out significantly worse - and that her draconic awakening had hardened her mind as well. Not everyone was so fortunate - Direza, despite her unusual background, remained unsure of herself in many way, and as such required the occasional delicate touch...

Outside, Blake had finished giving Melora her 'reward' - which indicated either that the spanking had gone longer than Anitra had realized, as she had become distracted by her plotting (which might also explain why Direza had become so distraught), or that Melora had _really_enjoyed having her ass violently reamed despite its ragged condition. Considering the horse-girl's masochism and her tendency to become aroused if Blake so much as winked at her, that too was a decided possibility. Either way, the cum-covered mare was currently kneeling before Blake's cock, worshiping it with her tongue as she had so many times before. His shaft was thickly caked in rose-tinted cum mined from the depths of her ass - most of it probably belonging to her previous lovers that day - but she was licking it up with obvious eagerness, leaving him spotless and glistening with spit wherever she had been.

Anitra held on to Direza's shoulder with a light grip as she waited for Melora to finish. The elf-girl squirmed a bit, her unreleased desires resurfacing now that the pain and consternation of the punishment was fading. Well, the consternation, at least. Part of the squirming might also have been down to the continuing pain in her bum. As Melora closed out the cock-cleaning in her habitual fashion - by kissing the very tip and gently sucking on the urethra, making sure no remnants of cum were hiding there - Anitra had a quick, telepathic exchange with Blake to make sure he didn't have something else specifically planned for the horse-girl next, and then moved in.

"Melora, as you can see, has received her reward for her hard work. She pushed herself far to achieve it - sleeping little, and wasting no time on bathing..." The unspoken 'unlike you' hung in the air between them, making Direza flinch. Of course, being regularly showered with dragon-piss would make most people prioritize bathing a bit higher. Then again, so would being showered with dragon-cum, and Melora had still persevered. "So - you will help her recover. Bathe her. Massage her. Once she is fully relaxed and recuperated, you will get your release..."

The horse-girl looked questioningly up at Blake, who nodded and smiled down at her. "Go with her, child. You have exhausted yourself in my service - you deserve to relax for a bit. Return to my side when you have fully recovered." Melora nodded, beaming as she always did when Blake complimented her, and staggered to her feet - dripping cum from both of her nether holes as she did so. She did, indeed, look rather worn out... one got the impression that it was largely down to a mixture of hormones and sheer determination that she was still mobile. Direza noticed too, and with a look of concern on her ash-gray face, she moved in to lend the mare a supporting arm - never mind that said arm quickly got smeared with the slimy mix of sweat and cum that covered most of Melora's body.

Anitra was glad to see that. Direza and Melora, despite their vastly different backgrounds, had become fast friends since settling in the Utopia with their lovers/masters. Each submissive to one of the Dragon/Rider couple, and by extension the other as well, they were effectively equals - so Anitra had been a bit concerned that effectively ordering Direza to serve Melora, albeit only temporarily, might sour or twist their friendship. Though, granted, she was planning on making sure it didn't anyway.

While Direza helped Melora into the large, magically-heated bath that took up one corner of the room - and, indeed, nearly a quarter of the floor-space, being scaled for Blake's use and all - and begun scrubbing the sticky jizz out of her coat, Anitra put her head together with Blake's and started discussing her plan. Her draconic lover nodded eagerly at her suggestions, and chuckled at the summation. "It's amazing how you can be that sadistic without actually inflicting pain..." he shook his head in bemusement, but confirmed that he had, indeed, studied the relevant spells from the Library of the Perverse enough that he was comfortable trying to cast them.

As a Black Dragon, Blake had been born - or rather, hatched - with an instinctive understanding of magic and an arsenal of combat-spells already at his disposal. That was all they'd had to work with during their travels - and, indeed, the only magic most Black Dragons ever got to wield. But living in the Dragon Utopia had given him access to teachers, as well as a library of arcane knowledge - and with some proper training, to a more intellectual understanding of the power he had previously grasped subconsciously. It had thus proven entirely possible for him to add new spells to his repertoire. One catch remained, however - his natural affinity for the negative energies required for spells of death and destruction rendered him incapable of mastering any spell that called for positive energy. Healing and strengthening-spells remained barred to him... which sadly included several of the ones they had found in the Library of the Perverse.

Fortunately, there were many other spells that had a more 'neutral' nature. Transmutations, Evocations, Conjurations, even Enchantments that, while not falling under his specific talent, still fell within his capability. Including the ones she was now requesting. As they sat in his nest, chatting and watching Direza assist Melora with her bath, he ran over them in his mind, visualizing the fabric of the spells. The way he wielded magic was, after all, also quite unusual - the ability to craft complex magical weaves through pure visualization in the same fashion that Sorcerers wielded simple, elementally-attuned spells was another unique feature of Black Dragons, after all. Had he been one of the wizards the spells in question had been written for, he would have needed to prepare and memorize a complicated series of arcane chants and rhythmic hand-motions, and while in this case the difference was merely one of convenience, it was a major game-changer when it came to powerful, battlefield-controlling spells. Ultimately, it was one of the main reasons why Black Dragons were so widely hated and feared, even amongst their own kind.

Blake, of course, thought little of it. The twisting fabric of magic itself had been visible to him for as long as he could remember. Spells were nothing more than prodding it a bit until it assumed the shape you wanted. But Anitra had spent the first 16 years of her life living in a normal, human city - one that was large and prosperous enough to have a handful of magical practitioners (of various schools) in residence. Wizards who had studied for decades to gain access to a broad selection of useful spells, their long beards as much a badge of rank as their robes. Magi who carried satchels and phials of strange and often smelly reagents with them wherever they went, wielding just as much power as the Wizards... assuming they could avoid having their spells blow up in their faces. And even a couple of Sorcerers, working for the Castle Guards, whose small and simplistic assortment of spells were compensated for by their ability to sling them out as quickly as breathing.

She'd seen them all, and felt the same awe as most of her peers at their astounding powers - despite all the flaws each separate school had. And she knew that this basic trinity of magic was near-universal - elves, dwarves, even dragons used the same systems, albeit with varying preferences. (Elves tended to prefer wizardry and sorcery, while Dwarves almost invariably gravitated towards magecraft, often with a focus on enchantments... and Dragons, who were unable to handle the complex reagents a Magi required, and already possessed the instantly-destructive potential Sorcerers focused on in the form of their breaths, only practiced wizardry.)

The one outlier was Shamanism - practiced chiefly by barbaric tribes, including the Orcs. A somewhat vague and fluid practice, which involved calling upon the spirits of nature and the will of the tribe... potent, in its own way, but it had most of the disadvantages of wizardry with a few more to boot, since a Shaman would lose most of his power if he moved away from familiar territory, and more yet if he was away from his tribe. Which left the only real exception to the Trinity's constraints in the hand of the Gods... specifically, the Clerics. Devoted men and women of faith who, through communing with their gods, offering prayers and sacrifices, were able to channel their divine power. With access to a limited - but still quite diverse - selection of powers, dependent on the nature of their deity, they could wield them even in the heat of battle with just as much ease as a Sorcerer.

This was something that had come to mind with increasing frequency of late, thanks to her attempts to dig up any kind of information she could find about the nature of Black Dragons - or their Riders - in the Utopia's Grand Library. She'd found little, but one sagely writ on the subject had brought up the (somewhat heretical) notion that, of all known forms of magic, the power of the Black Dragons most closely resembled that of the Clerics. But what god would confer such power, so freely, on an entire race? Certainly not Thakharsis, the Dragon-Goddess - after all, if that was so, her 'children' would hardly persecute their black kin with such vigor. She was also known to be quite jealous with her power, hence why there were no draconic Clerics.

However, the sage that wrote that had not known that it was possible for Black Dragons to learn new spells, and then wield them with just as much ease as those who had been given them at birth. How could he? Outside of the secretive Dragon Utopia, the possibility alone was unthinkable. It lent an even more ominous aspect to that idea, for the power of Clerics were closely regulated by their deities. New and greater powers would be unlocked for them only when they had demonstrated suitable virtue and responsibility to wield them. Making the talent that seemed so natural to Blake even more ludicrous than at first glance - it was literally beyond anything any other being in the known world could wield, and seemed to have precious few limitations. The question of how Black Dragons had come to possess such power, invariably led to the question of why they existed in the first place... something which no sage had ever made any headway on figuring out. There were dozens of theories, each of them supported by nothing more substantial than a statement of "Wouldn't it be neat if..."

Anitra was left to ponder these imponderables alone for a spell, as Blake finished his mental rehearsal and popped out to 'talk to a few people'. All part of the plan, of course. Sitting alone, half thinking deep thoughts, half watching Direza give Melora a thorough massage (something Direza had worked hard to master, it being a frequent service for Anitra) and starting to feel a bit hot between the legs at the sight of the two naked, still-wet women being so intimate together. Of course, soon they'd be more intimate yet... indeed, more intimate than they'd probably ever imagined it would be possible for them to be.

Blake returned just as the massage was wrapping up - not so much coincidence, as Anitra sending him a telepathic update, but convenient nonetheless. Direza had been on her best behavior, and had delivered a thorough, full-body massage, paying complete attention to Melora's knotted muscles... despite what had to be an insane amount of sexual frustration by now. Direza was, after all, more-or-less a lesbian. It wasn't that she minded men, or cocks, as such - she just found the feminine form far more arousing. And Melora was, as the saying went, built like a brick shithouse. Caressing all of those curves, squeezing and rubbing and hearing the mare moan under her treatment, would have been arousing at the best of times - never mind when suffering from nearly two weeks of unreleased sexual tension.

The two of them had often interacted sexually during various perverse games, ordered by Anitra, Blake or both - but she knew that outside of that, they'd only rarely had sex, despite essentially living together. The most basic conflict lay in the fact that Melora most certainly wasn't a lesbian. She loved cocks, particularly Blake's, and while she didn't mind licking pussy (or getting licked) during various scenes, it was mostly the fact that she'd been ordered to do so by Blake that made it arousing to her. So when the two women were on their own, Melora could certainly pleasure Direza, but there was little the drow-elf could really do in return. Until now.

Blake walked up next to the nest where Anitra sat, as Melora and Direza hesitantly approached. Melora was certainly looking much better now - not just clean but moving a lot easier. She was clearly still in some discomfort - no amount of hot baths and massages could get her worn-out pussy and ass back in shape again. She'd need some actual rest for that. But Direza had certainly done the best she possibly could, and when Blake lowered his head to smell the scent of Melora's freshly-cleaned hide and asked "Do you feel better, child?", she immediately smiled up at him and replied "Much, my Master. My body feels much more relaxed..."

He grinned and looked over at Anitra, who nodded. Direza had, indeed, completed her task. "Well, then... let's see how well-rested you are." said Blake drily. His eyes fixed on her, and he mumbled a few words, tracing an arcane glyph in the air with one claw. Melora flinched slightly, then braced herself as she saw him weave his magic - usually, the spells he applied to her were his usual repertoire of combat-spells, repurposed for creative torture. Of course, she couldn't know that he had a new spell to try out today...

As the magic took effect, she moaned and reached down towards her groin, which had become suddenly hot. What she found there, however, was not the wet, gaping, and rather sore pussy-hole she was expecting - but rather, something thick, hot, and hard. Gazing down, her eyes widened - a long, fat horse-cock was sticking out from there, no different from what the boys of her village had been packing. It was rock-hard and throbbing slightly, and as her fingers ran over the silk-smooth shaft, shudders of strange, unfamiliar pleasure ran through her.

Blake chuckled at her expression of amazement. "Lie down on the floor, on your back. You'll have chances to learn how to wield that thing later - but for now, just lie back and enjoy." As she swiftly obeyed, Anitra walked over and put a hand on the shoulder of Direza, who was gazing at Melora's new attachment in just as much wonder as the horse-girl herself. "Well? You desire release, do you not? It's right there for you to take. Climb aboard, and ride it to your heart's content." It was not so much an order as a taunting whisper, along with an implicit permission.

Direza, licking suddenly-dry lips, nodded and walked over Melora's prone form, positioning herself over her groin. The helpful horse-girl was using one hand to lift her raging erection up to vertical, but was otherwise just lying there passively, letting Direza set the pace herself. The elf-girl was slowly squatting down, letting her pussy - sopping wet and throbbing with desire - come into contact with the broad, warm cockhead. The shape was decidedly equine - slanted, with a noticeable ridge, a urethra that poked slightly out of the surface, and an arched but mostly-flat surface. Its lack of pointiness wasn't going to make things easier - nor was the fact that it was the biggest thing Direza had ever been penetrated by.

Direza's experience with cocks was, after all, rather limited - in one way, at least. Back when she had been the High Priestess of Lolth - effectively the Hierophant of Commoragh, the Dark City - she had received a different lover to her bed every night. Each would be a beautiful young man, carefully trained in the art of pleasing her, and after one night of pleasure, he would be sacrificed to Lolth. This had gone on for over a century, bringing the total number of men she'd slept with up to a staggering number. They had all, however, been young Drow Elves, and thus... rather unimpressively equipped.

And beyond that, well... when she was reunited with Anitra, she had been ordered to satisfy the Umber Hulk who had once been a prisoner in her Arena, and had surrendered both her pussy and her virgin ass to him in the process. He had been bigger than any man - particularly in terms of girth - making for a painful induction. Certainly, it had done little to change Direza's preferences. Since then, Anitra had occasionally used various toys when playing with her, and found that a nice, thick penetration in her nether regions did get the drow's engine purring... if it was in the hands of her beloved DragonRider, at least.

So now, she was facing a somewhat unusual situation... namely, a long, thick horse-cock, albeit not quite as big as what one would find on an actual horse. Perhaps closer in scale to a pony-stallion. But still well bigger than any of her past experiences. Complicating that was the fact that it was attached to Melora, a sexy, curvy, _female_equine... and that Direza herself was desperately horny. And so, she kept lowering herself down, resting her body on top of the upraised staff as her labia struggled to stretch around its girth. The ample lubrication of her sopping-wet pussy helped, but still it was a difficult entry, and Direza's eyes were screwed shut against the pain of the initial stretching.

They opened again when the head popped inside, and three inches worth of shaft swiftly followed. The two of them moaned in unison, and Melora's hips flexed reflexively, pushing up into Direza's waiting hole. Meanwhile, Direza's legs were shaking under her due to the strenuous and awkward position they were in... or possibly just with desire. Nearly two weeks worth of pent-up pleasure were perilously close to release, making it hard to keep her balance the way she was. With a sudden burst of determination - and a sharp intake of breath - she leaned forwards to put her hands against Melora's muscular belly, and used the resulting leverage to shift her feet backwards, dropping down to her knees.

Melora's broad hips ensured that those knees were spread wide - leaving Direza to sink down far enough that little more than an inch or two of shaft remained between their pelvic bones. Considering the length of the tool involved, it had to be squeezing up hard against the slightly-built elf's cervix. By now, however, she seemed to have forgotten all about pain - for in the process of stretching her pussy wider than ever before, the broad, ridged cockhead had also brushed across her G-spot... and she was now shuddering on top of the deeply-impaled rod, finally reaching that long-awaited orgasm.

After so much buildup, it was hardly a surprise that it seemed to have disabled her higher brain-functions altogether. She was gaping like a landed fish, eyes practically vibrating, and was clearly trying to move her hips up and down to add more stimulation - but failing to get either her arms or her legs to cooperate. Fortunately, Melora was ready to lend a hand - or two. Since she no longer needed to hold her shaft vertical, she was free to wrap both of her hands around Direza's bottom, and begin to guide its motions.

Actually, it was really more like Melora was just lifting the elf-girl's lightweight body up, then letting it drop back down again. Her fingers were digging into the slender, ash-gray buttocks, and her upper arms bulged at the exertion. It was at times like this that one was reminded that she was far from a defenseless lass - she'd found her way to Blake's side as an adventuress, specializing in heavy pole-arms, and had the arm-strength (and grip-strength) to fit. Between that and Direza's clerical abilities - however diminished by her abandonment of Lolth - Anitra was starting to think that maybe they should take the two of them along on their next little adventure...

Right now, however, the strength that had once enabled Melora to cleave steel armor with her heavy glaive was being used to power Direza's mind-blowing ride. The elf was still shuddering, apparently trying to catch up on two weeks worth of orgasms all at once - and from the increasingly clenched look on Melora's face, the horse-girl wasn't far from having her first 'manly' orgasm, either. Biting her lower lip, Anitra felt her own desires rising, and jumped off the nest while pulling off the central bits of her armor. "Time to join in... if you will, love?"

Blake nodded, grinning, and repeated the spell - this time aimed at Anitra. Normally, she was all but immune to magic, but Blake's spells bypassed her defenses entirely. It was yet another odd - and potent - feature of his dark and mysterious heritage. All dragons had some degree of magical resistance - with the larger, more powerful ones such as Reds and Golds having significantly more - but those resistances could all be overpowered by strong enough magic... and ignored entirely if the source of the magic was another dragon. Even a simple Green, had he mastered basic wizardry, (a rare, but not unheard-of situation) could entirely bypass the magical defenses of even the strongest Gold.

But Blacks were different. Not only were they entirely immune to magic, no matter HOW potent the source, but this even applied to other dragons... partially. Rather than being entirely nullified, it was simply reduced to a fairly potent resistance, though a powerful, draconic magic-user still could penetrate it to some degree - as Blake had been reminded rather forcefully some time ago, when he'd found himself fighting off two Golden Dragons. The only thing that could bypass the magical immunity of a black dragon was another black dragon (or at least, that had been the case until the mage Urkanzar had found a way to nullify all forms of dragonic magic-resistance, though she sincerely hoped that with the death of Raistlin at Lezard Valeth's hand, that secret was now gone from the world) - and that applied to DragonRiders too, apparently.

It was one more point to the standing questions of how Black Dragons had come into existence, and why they were so ludicrously powerful... but for now, the details merely added up to convenience: As long as a spell was within Blake's ability to cast, it could be made to work on Anitra. She grinned as she looked down on the results - it was a sight she remembered seeing before, long ago: a nice, fat, human-looking cock jutting out from her groin. Almost instinctively, she put a hand on her abdomen, as if to reassure herself. The book they'd gotten the spell from had made a specific point of it being safe for use on pregnant women. It didn't really change anything about your original genitals - it just conjured a temporary penis on top of them, appropriate to your race, and connected it to your nervous system.

Last time she'd had one of those, it had been due to a rather embarrassing case of possession, and getting rid of it had been kind of a chore... but that didn't mean that she hadn't enjoyed having it. The chance to have sex in a completely different way - indeed, to take on the traditionally masculine role of the seducer, the penetrator - had been a delicious experience. She already had a way to cover that desire partially - namely, taking Direza on as her permanent submissive, indulging her own dominant tendencies on a daily basis. And now, the OTHER half of that equation was available to her too - indeed, mention of a spell 'that makes men of women, from the waist down' had been one of the main motivational spurs behind her desire to discover the Library of the Perverse.

Her temporary accessory dangling hard and heavy between her thighs, she walked up behind the couple on the floor just as Melora whinnied out loud and arched her back, lifting Direza a bit off the floor. She stayed like that for several seconds as she pumped her seed into the elf-girl's crowded womb, filling it enough to cause a small bump to appear on the normally-flat stomach - between the general tightness of Direza's newly-expanded pussy, and the flared head of Melora's equine cock, little escaped to stain the latter's cream-colored pubic hair.

Once the moment had passed and Melora's back returned to the floor even as she took several deep, gulping breaths, Anitra stepped up behind Direza - who was sitting astride her equine lover in a rather appropriate 'cowgirl' position - and leaned down to put her hands on her shoulders. The elf was still too caught up in what seemed to be a fast-flowing river of orgasms to notice, but looking over her shoulder, Anitra was able to catch Melora's lust-fogged eyes. The mare blinked at first, her mind clearly still reeling after experiencing a male orgasm for the first time, but then she caught on to Anitra's wicked smile, and the slight push she gave Direza forwards got the message across. Shifting her grip from the elf's slim hips, she instead grabbed her upper arms and eased her down towards herself, until Direza's tiny, mostly-unused asshole was pointing directly backwards, winking out between ash-gray buttocks that still bore a visible imprint of Melora's earlier grip.

Kneeling behind the bent-over Direza, her spreading her own legs over Melora's, Anitra found herself briefly stumped by the issue of lubrication. She wasn't used to being the one who had to think about that aspect of anal sex, and last time she'd been temporarily imbued with a cock, the one session she'd indulged herself in had naturally progressed through oral and vaginal first. Then she shrugged and spat a glob of saliva down on her purplish cockhead, rubbing it into the dry tissue. Considering the way Direza was still shuddering in pleasure - even though Melora had stopped moving inside her - it seemed unlikely that the elf was in any state of mind to complain about mediocre lubrication.

Leaning over the gray-skinned girl, she steadied herself with one hand on her back, while guiding her rock-hard erection into the tiny, pulsating asshole with the other. The sphincter resisted her intrusion at first - while it wasn't as if it had never been widely stretched, it was fairly rare for Anitra to take that route when playing with her submissive servant, so it had managed to retain much of its past tightness. But the strength of Anitra's hips soon broke through the tight orifice's reluctance, and she moaned as she felt the snug, warm confines of Direza's ass around her cock. Between the tightness and the poor lubrication, the friction was intense - enough so to get through to Direza's pleasure-addled mind and make her aware of the new intrusion.

With a grunt, Anitra pushed herself the rest of the way forwards, nestling her cock inside the lithe elf's rectum to the root - it was a fairly easy fit, seeing as what she was packing barely exceeded the average for human males. Leaning forwards, she squeezed her full, heavy breasts against Direza's bony back, and reached around to grab the elf's far smaller, more pert tits with her powerful hands... squeezing, kneading, and pinching the nipples. Direza made a surprised, groaning sound, and her gaze focused briefly as she turned her head to look over her shoulder - right into Anitra's inhuman eyes.

Quick to take advantage of the opportunity, Anitra bent her own head and twisted it to the side so as to meet the elf's black lips with her own, bright-red pair at a sharp angle. Direza's eyes widened briefly as their lips locked together, and Anitra's well-trained tongue drilled into her mouth to wrestle with hers - even as the DragonRider's powerful hips began to pump in earnest, raising fiery friction in her tender ass. The rock-hard rod currently attached to Anitra's groin drove mercilessly into her, rubbing against Melora's far thicker shaft through the thin barrier separating the two. As the realization that it was none other than her dearly beloved Mistress who was currently riding her ass percolated into her lust-addled mind, her eyes rolled back in her head and turned white - the fresh orgasms that were now rolling over her were simply too much for her to handle.

She remained near-comatose with pleasure for close to half an hour, as Anitra proceeded to empty her magically-generated balls into her ass twice - while simultaneously continuing to kiss, ear-nibble and generally caress her face. Melora, once fully-recovered from her own orgasm, helped out too - flexing her hips from below, generating short, but powerful thrusts. She wasn't about to reach a second climax, but the conjured cocks always came into existence fully-erect and never deflated - so even if her own desires had ebbed, she could continue to contribute. When Anitra finally finished and pulled out, however, Melora took it as her cue to stop as well, and with the loss of stimulation, Direza regained some semblance of awareness, if not necessarily coherence.

At least, she was conscious enough that when Anitra walked around to her front and presented her still-hard cock - stained as it was with cum-residue and anal slime - she quickly leaned forwards and opened her mouth. Anitra wondered, as the elf-girl's lips closed around the root of her cock, and the tongue beyond began to dance around the shaft, cleaning it off, if it was actually a conscious choice, or just an ingrained reflex by now... Direza had, after all, spent a lot of time doing ass-to-mouth. It just wasn't usually the taste of her_own_ ass that wound up coating her tongue.

A favorite 'game' of Anitra's was to take Direza along when she went to visit some nice, big, burly, male dragons - and then tasking the submissive elf to 'assist' as she let them fuck her every which way. 'Fluffing' the dragons beforehand, getting them nice and stiff and lubricated with saliva... and cleaning them off with her tongue afterwards. Which, considering Anitra's advancing pregnancy, usually meant sampling flavors mined from the depths of her Mistress' ass. Which, now that she thought about it, kind of DID answer the question she was musing on... normally, when she tasked Direza to lick ass-tainted cock, it was a dragon-sized one, which required rather different techniques. In fact, the elf-girl had probably never sucked a human-sized dick before. All of which suggested that she had to be putting some real thought into it, rather than just be running on some kind of pleasure-powered instinct.

Her hands stroked the dark elf's ivory-white hair in a tender display of appreciation as she shivered in pleasure. Her cock, however artificial, was tender after the lengthy reaming she'd just dished out, and the sensation of having a soft, wet tongue caress it was toe-curling. She was almost tempted to head back around for another go... but there was a certain pace to events, and there was no sense in breaking that. After all, now that Blake knew this spell, she could go back to this particular oasis any time she wanted to. So instead, she pulled her freshly-cleaned shaft back out from between the soft, dark lips, giving Direza a final pat on the head and a "Good girl!" before glancing over at Blake - who was watching the entire setup with an expression of growing desire on his handsome, reptillian face - and giving him a nod.

One sharp gesture from one of his claws was all it took to end the spell - and for both conjured cocks to vanish into thin air like a fading mirage. Even the cum - which had, after all, come from magically-generated testicles - simply disappeared... saving Melora from getting her groin freshly soaked in the sticky stuff, what with Direza's pussy suddenly gaping empty above it. Both women groaned slightly at the loss of the delightful sensations that had radiated from their interlocked genitals even after they'd stopped moving, but a quick gesture from their Master and Mistress silenced them and got them staggering back to their feet in a hurry.

As Blake sent Melora running back to the Servants' Quarters - and the wall-o-toys within - for some items that made her blush just at the mentioning, Anitra cupped Direza's fine-boned chin in one hand as she looked the elf coolly in the eyes. "There, my pet... your needs have been seen to, as I promised. And now your punishment will begin for real. I hope you enjoyed the sensation of my touch on your skin, for it will be a while before you feel it again..." The girl quailed under her gaze, the memory of her failure suddenly reasserting itself and brushing away the post-orgasmic glow.

Melora returned, carrying a number of 'toys' that were usually used in her and Blake's 'pony-games'... but would serve a different purpose this time. Under Anitra's firm gaze, they were fitted to Direza, whose gray skin blushed more darkly-red with every accessory that was fitted. Firm knee-pads were attached, preventing her from straightening her legs or standing up straight. Leathery mittens without individual fingers restricted her ability to use her hands. Clips were attached to her nipples and clit, with tiny weights dangling from them that would swing freely when she moved on all fours. They were the smallest weights available, but seeing as those toys were normally used by the far more masochistic Melora, it was still enough to make Direza shudder. The final piece, however, was one of her own toys - a nice, silver-studded black leather collar, complete with a lead.

Anitra licked her lips at the sight, and grinned. "There we go... you have proven yourself unworthy of being my servant, and until you have made good on your failure, you will thus be nothing more than a pet. Hmmm... I'd love to take you for walkies through the Utopia, honestly, but we can't be shocking visiting dignitaries like that, so I guess we'll have to take some precautions. Blake, my love, if you would?" Blake nodded, grinning just as broadly as his beloved rider, and held up the last item that Melora had retrieved between two claws - one of the midnight-blue, floor-length cloaks Direza usually wore when she went out... whether she had anything on underneath or not.

As he spoke arcane words, and carved sigils in the air with his free hand, the cloak faded from sight... and reappeared on the body of Direza, who suddenly found herself kneeling on the floor, covered by the cloak, and no longer wearing the knee-pads, mittens, or collar. Anitra nodded, whistling appreciatively at the display of magical transmutation. Then, before Direza could try to stand up, she spoke a simple command-word. "Heel!" In a flash, the cloak was gone, and the elf was once more naked, restrained and collared. Laughing in delight, she carefully pronounced the other command-word... "Walkies!" - and once again, Direza was wearing a hooded cloak and nothing else.

The spell had, effectively, merged the two outfits - and now they could be switched between with a simple word. A spell with many amusing applications, such as shifting normal clothes into sexy lingerie, or something even less concealing. Certainly it would give any submissive some illicit thrills to walk in public with a master who could strip her naked with a single word. As it were, Direza shook a bit when Anitra ordered her to stand, and gestured for her to follow her towards the exit. As they walked, she explained the details of her punishment... and gave a quick wink-and-nod over her shoulder towards Blake, who smiled evilly and traced another spell in the air, whispering the magical words as he released it in Direza's direction. The girl, focused on her Mistress, didn't even notice...

"Blake has spoken to the female dragons you failed to satisfy during our absence. They have agreed to give you another chance. And so, I will be lending you out to each of them in turn. You will stay with each of them for 24 hours, as their humble and loyal pet. Please her in every way that you can. Drink every drop of her piss. Clean her tailhole with your tongue. If she has a male visitor around, be ready to 'prep' him, and clean him afterwards. After a day and a night, I'll be by to collect you and take you to the next one in line... but only if she is one-hundred-percent satisfied with your performance. Anything less, and you will be staying there, serving her until she is."

Direza shuddered at the implications. How many dragons has visited her during Anitra's absence? How many had she failed to satisfy? How many days would she have to spend making up for it before she could return to her beloved Mistress' side? Anitra, however, gave her an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Oh, chin up, it won't be so bad... you are no longer under any restriction with regards to masturbation. It might not be easy to do with those mittens on, but I'm sure you'll manage. And I'll also be sure to tell your temporary mistresses to take good care of you, and see to your needs! Those long, agile tongues of theirs can be quite... effective, you know."

The elf-girl's eyes widened slightly, and she licked her lips. Indeed, maybe it wouldn't be all... that bad. She'd never received oral sex from a dragon before, despite living in the Dragon Utopia for a while, now. But she'd seen Anitra get it, and she had certainly seemed to enjoy it greatly. Anitra, meanwhile, struggled to conceal her vicious grin as she saw Direza's hopeful expression. Those dragon-tongues were delightful, all right, but soon, the poor girl would realize that such pleasures could be more torturous than any whip or clamp.

That last spell Blake had cast had come easy to him - he'd essentially picked it up from the book in a single read, since it employed the same 'negative energy' he'd wielded with such ease since he hatched. Indeed, in technical terms, it was a Curse-class spell. Actually, it wasn't even all that 'technical'. After all, as long as Blake sustained the spell - which he could do indefinitely, so long as no-one sought to dispel it - Direza would be unable to climax. She could - and would - still feel pleasure, of course. But no matter how much she enjoyed the many draconic tongue-lashings she'd soon receive, it would somehow never be quite enough to get her off...

Anitra had rather liked the desperate-for-release attitude Direza had had when she returned. Would it be the same this time? Maybe even worse? Either way, she looked forwards to seeing the once-prideful elf-girl begging at her feet for some much-needed release when she finally reclaimed her. Maybe then, she'd let her try and sample the ecstasy of a male orgasm... heh. Would it give her as much pleasure to fuck her Mistress as it had to get fucked by her? Time would tell. And there were still many more perverse spells in the recovered hoard of naughty magic-tomes for her and Blake to experiment with...

THE END

The story continues in Chapter 2 of the DragonRider Legends: Good Deeds