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Proving Power Through Pleasure

Part 3

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

The Hall of the Sorceress was strange, and few were able to discern the rhyme or reason to its shape. Well, aside from the fact that it often resembled some sort of sex organ or another, or the fact that the doors opened either by fingering the doorknob or stroking it. That was obvious enough, though the rest of the layout, and the spells that contained it and shaped it, were beyond the ken of many.

Within the Hall of the Sorceress, most recently mutated to look like a feral bitch cunt, Drakina had just finished her latest ride of her apprentice. The dragoness sighed happily, her cock laying flat over the dragon beneath her, his face white with her seed and his chest soaked with sweat. As usual, his mouth hung open, and he shivered and trembled from being milked of a good half-dozen orgasms.

She smiled as she leaned back, dragging his cock from her pussy and sliding forward. Her balls bumped his chin, and as expected, he turned his head to look up at her. That was all that he needed to do to shove his lips right against her cum-soaked sex.

"That's it, little one. Start cleaning me out."

He was an obedient little dragon when he was like this. No struggles, no grumbles, just cute, eager service. As Gann worked his tongue into her folds, grinding against them to drag his seed free, Drakina curled her toes into the sheets around her and started planning for the next day.

The adventurers had been...interesting, but not overwhelming in the first fight. They had many things that they could improve on, and she had given them a few pointers at the end of the night. However, the question was whether they would listen and go with it, or whether they would take the route of pride and just do the same thing all over again. She hoped that they would try something new. She wanted more of that challenge.

She craved it.

As she sat down on her apprentice's face, smothering him beneath the musk of her balls and the scent of her heat, the dragoness idly rubbed her hands up her hips. She ran them along her sides, then up her stomach towards her breasts. Fingers found the still-hard tips of her nipples, and she tugged on them gently, pulling them out a little, letting them get a bit more attention than they normally would.

What would they do tomorrow, she wondered? They had to cross a great deal of the island to get to her Hall, and that meant that they'd be out in the open, passing through cord after cord of magic to reach her home. They would probably try and do it quickly, hoping to reduce the time that they were completely vulnerable.

Or would they try something different, perhaps taking it slowly, trying to lure her out again? Oh, that would be fun...

She smiled as she imagined throwing that orc woman down, pushing her under foot and rutting her muscular ass. She had shared that kink with her brother, the pleasure of fucking a female's asshole until it was broken in, until she was ready to admit that she loved it as much as she loved getting bred. The orc woman would be a good challenge for that, so strong and so muscular that she would be able to fight off the immediate pleasure of the act, but she would break, eventually.

Or that sorceress, with her wings and claws. Drakina would enjoy giving her the full transformation, giving that woman the chance to become a true dragoness, to enjoy that body of power before she was made into a good little toy for the next week. A dragoness she would be, but one that bred regularly, laid eggs as often as possible.

The little shivers down her spine synced up to Gann's soft licks along her clit, over her balls, then back into her pussy. Her apprentice was always good for getting her off, and she was going to cum again before long if he kept this up. She could feel the pleasure bubbling up from her depths, her need starting to burn hotter and hotter inside of her.

The dragoness swayed side to side as she started imagining the males. Oh, the horse that she had created last time was going to be a perfect walking dildo for her. Gann could be good for fucking, but that would give her the length and thickness that he didn't have at the moment, get him deep in her ass and she would get off again and again. The feeling of that thickness, that meaty goodness in her asshole, his heavy balls slapping against her rump? Oh, that was going to be downright perfect.

And the last of them, that sneaky little lizardfolk. She could already see what her pheromones were doing to him. He'd be a good little ass-licker, a good cock-sucker. He wanted to serve, already, and when he was broken to believe that he should just use his tongue rather than his cock, he was going to be downright perfect.

She moaned, rolling her hips forward, grabbing Gann's head to hold the smaller dragon against her pussy. She rode his tongue happily, feeling it sliding along her nether lips again and again. The warmth of it, the wetness was just about -

"NNNGH!"

The dragoness went over the edge, cumming hard and squirting over his face. The dragon squirmed under her, slapping her thighs desperately, and she knew that he was at risk of drowning. He always was when she was getting off.

With a grunt, she finally pulled herself back, allowing him to get a breath of air. He panted for it, sucking it down desperately, and she chuckled to herself.

"Better?"

"Ah...ah...not...fair..."

"Oh, you love it."

"Mmmph..."

She chuckled, tapping his sore cock with her tail before dismounting his face. She stretched her arms over her head, rolling her neck from side to side until it cracked. The night was still young, but she knew that she'd need her rest. Despite taking on the party and winning, she wanted to make sure that she faced them in good condition the next day.

As she walked to the door, Gann slowly sat up, groaning. He called out to her.

"Not going to stay the night?"

"Not tonight. You'll be fine."

"But what about the bed monsters?"

"I gave you the affectionate blanket monster tonight."

"...What?"

"Niiiiight."

At the campsite, the party had come up with a plan. Not a foolproof plan, but one that should work better than the failed ambush. This time, they needed to swarm the dragoness all at once.

Saldith had been the one to notice what they had all failed to see, mostly because he had been the one that had been furthest removed from the fight. The dragoness had tunnel vision when she was battling someone, focusing on one opponent to the exclusion of all else. She was as overpowering as anyone could imagine, and no one of them could stand up to her, but so long as they were able to take her on all at once, rather than one at a time, their odds were quite a bit better than they had originally thought.

More than that, they knew that there was a chance to distract her on the open plains...if they could draw her in. There was only one way that they could think to do that, though.

That morning, everyone stripped down. Tharun had been the first to do it when he had been transformed the day before - there was no way that the baggy clothes that he'd brought would fit the former elf, not with those shoulders, those thick horse hips - but everyone else joined him. Some did it eagerly, as in the case of Bunti, while some did it a bit more shyly, like Saldith.

"You sure this will tempt her?" the lizardfolk asked. "This is...embarrassing."

"Only because you don't have something sticking out," Velera said, chuckling as she pulled the leather vest off, her breasts thrust forward. "It's not like you look womanly, but you don't look manly, either."

The reptile grumbled at that, shaking his head as he put his wooden armor to the side. Tharun shook his head.

"Don't tease. We need to do this, or she's going to hole up in her Hall and we'll never be able to dig her out. The more that she can divide us, the better chance she has of winning. Again."

They all nodded at that. Tharun held up a little vial, tilting it this way and that, shaking his head.

For all that they had been teased sexually by the dragoness throughout the fight, there was no getting around the fact that they had been the ones that had lost. They had been humiliated, handled all too easily, and that was because they had taken her too lightly. They thought that they could handle her the way that they had done with monsters for years.

No. They needed to treat her like something different. Something far more...exotic.

Being nude was the start, as it would keep her distracted. Bunti had held her attention far more than anyone else had, and the half-orc had kept her tits out for the entire fight. If they were all fighting in the nude, they might be giving up some of the protection of their armor, but there was no point in fighting with that if they were just going to be zapped by powerful magic the second that they got the dragoness's attention. Better to put themselves on display, and hope that was going to get her attention rather than trying to protect against something that couldn't be protected from.

That was just the start, though. It was a way to get her out of the Hall, out in the open where they could hit her all at once again. And this vial...this was going to be the big way to weaken her and give them a chance.

With a bit of help from an unwilling Saldith, the druid and the bard had managed to take the sweat that he'd harvested from Bunti's face - the same footsweat that the dragoness had left behind - and alter it, concentrate it, turn it into a poison that could possibly affect the sorceress. All they had to do was get close enough to her to apply it.

And that...that was going to be the trick. She had a shield against anything that was not magical up at all times, and that meant that she needed to be approached by someone that she didn't consider a threat.

That could be all of them, but there was only one that she completely disdained. The druid.

Tharun, Velera, and Bunti all glanced at the lizardfolk, and he sighed, holding out his hand for the vial. Tharun handed it over, and they laid down to sleep. The next day was going to be hard, but hopefully, rewarding.

#

Dawn came, and Drakina swore that she was dreaming when she peered through the scrying spell that she had over the adventurers. To see them all nude was a lovely way to start the morning, particularly when she was already horned up. All the pleasure that she'd taken from Gann the night before had been more of a way to take the edge off of what she'd worked up during her fight with them. The needs that she felt were still strong as could be, waiting for the chance to be burnt off in a proper fight.

Yet, at the same time, she felt almost a little disappointed.

The fact that they had ditched their clothes already meant that they were already starting to come under the corruption of the island, the results of her teachings, the wishes that she sent running down the cords of magic and power throughout the island. Nudity was one of the most common things that people started embracing when they moved here, influenced by the wishes and domination that she had over the magic here.

If they were already giving into that, they were obviously less strong than she imagined. She sighed; it was a pity, but she supposed that she couldn't hope for much. Gann could search far and wide, but he would not find...

She shook her head, stopping that thought. She could still have fun. They were strong enough to challenge her while being stupid the day before. They could still offer some challenge today, even if it was a bit less than that.

She hoped.

Drakina turned from the scrying spell and the horse cock that was on display, rubbing the back of her neck as she flicked from one place to another, going from one of her central chambers to the great balcony at the top of the Hall. It had gone from the shape of a dog pussy to a horse shaft overnight, perhaps inspired by the one that she had created the day before, and she was able to look over the entirety of her island from there.

Aside from the village on the south side of the island and her Hall on the north, there was little to be seen. A small forest on the northwest side of the island, a valley that ran along the center that the heroes were just starting to reach, and plains everywhere else. That was all the geography that could be said to be noteworthy.

The purple dragoness flicked her wings in irritation. She could already feel that slightly dream-like state settling on her again, that feeling that things would all work out the way that she wanted. That there was nothing that would keep her from having her own way again, and again, and again.

Gray boredom. Gray annoyance. Grayness that just swallowed up everything. If you knew exactly what was going to happen every time that you did something, what was the point of doing something in the first place?

You can hope.

That was what Drakina clung to most of the time. She wanted to hope that things would turn out differently. At the very least, her plans could change because while she could do what she wanted, something else would appear that she wanted more, and that would give her a reason to do something differently. Nobody could stop her, but something else could appeal to her in a different way.

It wasn't much of a change, but it was something.

The dragoness took to the air, flapping her wings to gain altitude, and she let her libido draw her along. The cords of power echoed in her mind, and she knew exactly where the party was. They were just starting their descent into the valley...

Velera called out the warning that the dragoness had left her Hall, and the party got ready.

Tharun had needed to ditch most of his instruments, considering that he had been outsized for most of them by his transformation, but his voice was still suitably strong. He was hidden behind a bush, with several rocks behind him to amplify his voice when he started singing. He cleared his throat, hefted his cock and balls for a bit of inspiration, and got to work putting a song together.

Velera had already transformed into her dragon aspect, gaining the claws and wings and horns of the dragoness, and she floated in midair, spells twisting and turning in her hands. She was ready, this time, ready to fight for everything that she could.

Bunti was hidden, carefully so, beneath a spell that Saldith had cast. She was on a higher ledge, waiting to fall and attack, and she was excited beyond all measure. Everyone else in the party knew that she had been dominated by the dragoness, and she wanted to turn the tables and put this sorceress where she belonged.

And Saldith? Saldith stood on the one part of the path where there was enough room for more than two people at once, the lizardfolk taking a few deep breaths, his hand clutched tight around the vial that was going to be their salvation. They hoped. They really hoped.

The tight quarters would force the dragoness to face only one of them at a time, and with positions that allowed for multiple angles of attacks, they should be better off than they had been at the village. So long as they didn't stay still, they should be able to focus.

With everything in place, Tharun began to sing.

The once-elf sung of the beauty of the dragoness sorceress. He called out the beauty of her breasts, the roundness and size of them, the great wonders that they were, how they could hide a man and leave him burning with arousal for days, how none could bear to look away from the beauty and sensual curves of them once they had seen them.

He sang of her shaft, her sac, of the power that they gave her, of the sexuality that she embraced. Man and woman, woman and man, blended together into perfection. He praised her cock as one that would please any woman, break any man, and he called to her with his song, calling her to bring forth her power and show it again, to allow the unworthy ones that were gathered to see her pleasure once more.

He even sung of her hips, her ass, her feet. Every erotic act that the bard could think of - and as a horse, he could think of things more lewd than an elf ever could - he sung of, and he called out for her in the songs of love and passion, asking her to come forth and show them her pleasure.

#

As she flew over the valley, Drakina was surprised to hear such sexual things being chanted, particularly with such power and passion for her. The purple dragoness could feel the slight magic under the words, but she didn't care. It was...sexy, but more to the point, it was interesting. Worshipful. Respectful.

And it was different. Different enough to get her attention and to draw her in.

She swooped down into the valley, flaring her wings every so often to stop and listen to the song again. Now, it praised her ass. Now, her cock. Now, her feet. She curled her toes, shaking her head at the compliments that rained down on her the more that she listened, and she followed the song through the valley, eager to see what would happen when she found the source of it.

Eventually, she came upon them. The adventurers were there, three of them. One flying, one singing, one standing and waiting. She could have blasted them all with her magic right then and there; she could have ended the spell that kept the sorceress aloft, sent her plummeting to the ground. She could have bound the lizardfolk to the wall, his arms and legs trapped in stone, his wolves kept away from him so that he could not escape. She could have put the horse in place, buried him save for his cock and ridden it before going to find where the half-orc had gone.

But somehow, none of that held her attention. All that mattered was the song of worship that filled the air, and the arousal it gave her. Her nipples stood out from her breasts, the scales hardening further, and her cock rose up in midair. Her toes curled regularly as little spasms clenched between her legs, and she let out a soft moan as she flapped a bit closer.

The sorceress opened her arms, exposing herself, showing her body. Spells were released, but not at the dragoness. Instead, warmth filled the air, warmth sufficient to make the woman and the lizardfolk begin to sweat, making them damp and shiny.

Heh...this will be...

She didn't know what it would be. Fascinating, for sure. It almost felt like a display of surrender, something that she expected to be disappointed with, but it was such a show of it that she felt generous. Perhaps she'd give them something for putting on such a show for her at the end of this. She would consider it, at the very least.

She flapped in, coming in for a landing just in front of the lizardfolk. He looked at her, his eyes a bit wild, his first breath taking in her pheromones. His cock was slowly rising out of a slit between his legs, and she smiled indulgently.

"Well, now. It seems that you can't quite help yourself, can you?"

Drakina reached for his cock, but just as she did, he flung his hand forward. Something popped free, some liquid splashed -

She breathed, and the pheromones that splashed across her face hit her hard.

"NNNGH!"

Drakina stumbled back, almost falling off the cliff as her cock throbbed up to full erection, her pussy drenching itself as if she had gone into heat. The dragoness struggled to keep her footing, rubbing her hand against her face -

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The half-orc?! Drakina looked up, her eyes going wide as the raging green-skin fell towards her. She barely got her hands up in time to keep from being crushed, but she was still knocked off the ledge.

They plummeted, the half-orc grabbing her hands and pulling them over her head, pinching her wrists together. More magic, the magic of the human woman - Velera - grabbed them, keeping them from falling further, then flung them towards the far wall.

"OOF!"

Drakina slammed into it hard, the air knocked out of her lungs, but the green-skinned woman still had a grip. She was flipped head over heels, slammed into the earth, coughing and gasping.

"NOW!"

The druid and bard lunged for her, the druid raising his arms. Earth, stone, and roots pulled from the ground, wrapping around her limbs and keeping her pinned. Sorcerous magics came, as well, summoning tendrils from other worlds, other dimensions, and they wrapped around her. Not just as bindings, but also -

"NNNGH!"

Several tendrils wrapped around her chest, spiraling around her breasts, while the points flicked and teased against her suddenly-sensitive nipples. Her breath came in harsh whispers, her eyes going wide as she felt her pleasure spiking again and again. Other tendrils rose between her legs, rubbing between her holes, teasing her pucker, her pussy, keeping her excited, keeping her wet.

"Bunti?" Tharun said.

"Yes..."

The half-orc stood up, chuckling to herself.

"Bunti underfoot last time. This time, dragon bitch underfoot."

Drakina could hardly believe what had happened. Her dream reality had been flipped upside-down, but she could see exactly how it had happened.

The bard's power had pulled her in, subtle enough to weave beneath the spells that she used to protect herself. They weren't harmful words, but worshipful ones, designed to tweak her ego and make her think that they were less.

The sorceress's spells had raised the heat in the air, making everyone else's pheromones stronger, making it so that she had more distractions in the air.

The druid's potion, whatever it was, had set her into heat, into a rut that was going into overdrive, one that she could barely think through. That, combined with the heat, made focusing her domination almost impossible.

The barbarian had beaten the air out of her, making it so that she was more focused on getting air back than getting her spells together.

And now, she was restrained, teased. If she could only pull a single thought together, she could get out of it, but they were hitting her with too many distractions all at once. Too many things to deal with, too many ideas to try and handle, and now -

The green-skinned foot pressed down on her cheek, grinding into the fluid that was left on her face. It soaked the underside, and then it pressed right to her nose.

The pheromones were so powerful that the dragoness arched her back against the stone, almost throwing her arms and legs out of their sockets from the sheer urge to rut herself against something, to feel something ramming inside of her. The hunger for sex had never been so strong before, and she shot a string of pre-cum through the air that went so far that it hit her own face and the orc woman's foot.

Grind, grind, grind went that sole, rubbing right into her cheek, against her nostrils, smearing the smell all over her. It blasted anything but the urge to fuck, to rut, to...to get off out of her head.

The party had won, for now. Velera could feel the tingles of magic in the air, knew that there were still ways for the dragoness to get out, but they were doing everything that they could to keep her too distracted to fight it.

As Bunti teased their quarry, the party silently debated what to do next. They had come here to show their might, to conquer the great dragoness and sorceress, and then, had all things gone well, they were going to claim their prize. That...was going to be a bit tricky, considering that she was tied down the way that she was, but there were ways.

Tharun was first. He straddled her chest, slapping the fat cock that she had given him the day before over her face. Drakina gasped, looking away from the big green foot to him.

"You remember this?" he asked.

"...Yes..."

"Well, I hope it's to your liking...because you're about to swallow it..."

Each of them had their fantasies. For him, it had been to have a cock big enough, mighty enough to break a woman from oral alone. To have her look at him, wet and messy, and beg for more after he had fucked her throat. This dragoness might be mighty, but her needs were great; he could feel her oozing and squirting against his back. She would take it.

He pressed her breasts together around his cock and thrust forward. She grunted in surprise as his cock slammed past her lips, her face bound in place by Saldith's druid magic, and she was made to swallow...swallow and suck.

Bunti moved behind him, sitting down on the dragoness's crotch. Her pussy was wet and eager, and she ground it against the purple dragoness's shaft. Almost instantly, the dragoness arched her back again, trying and failing to thrust.

"Ah. Bitch needs fuck?" Bunti chuckled. "Too bad. Should have fucked last night. You mine, now."

As the half-orc ground her sex against that powerful shaft, Velera grunted, gritting her teeth as she felt the magic in the air reaching a fever pitch. The spells she'd cast to raise the heat were changing, warping, growing more powerful. Something was twisting them, causing them to get stronger, create more heat.

Even as the horse and the half-orc sweated more, Saldith was starting to go wild-eyed. His cock was throbbing hard, begging for something more. He was on the verge of cracking -

No, he was going to crack.

Growling in need, he flexed his hands, cracking the restraints around the dragoness's legs. The lizardfolk darted around her, grabbing them and spreading them, his cock pressed to her pussy already.

"Breed you. I'm going to breed this hot -"

The dragoness let out a sound. Nobody had quite heard something like it before, and nobody quite knew what to make of it now. The sound was muffled behind the flared head of the horse's cock, but it was high, keening...

Feral.

The world...shifted, for lack of a better term, the dragoness's wild need suddenly roaring to the fore. The tentacles that had been tormenting her multiplied exponentially, creating not merely restraints for the sorceress, but a writhing pit of lust and debauchery that squirmed and seized for all around them. Tendrils slammed into Saldith's ass, over Bunti's legs, around Tharun's balls.

Only Velera was out of range, floating back the way that she was, but the power slammed her, too. Her guts twisted, her womb burned with emptiness, and the heat that had hit the dragoness hit her, too. Her body began to twitch, to stretch, to warp as the scales began to spread across her frame, running up her arms and down from the horns on her head. Her smooth features began to expand, growing into the snout of a dragoness, her toes starting to develop claws and her soles smooth scales.

Drakina's eyes burned with feral power, and unfocused as it was, the magic knew what she wanted. Pleasure. Sex. Orgasms.

And so, that was what it demanded.

Drakina was in a position that she hadn't been in for a long time, and that meant that she felt things that she hadn't felt in a long time. Things that...felt real, for lack of a better way of putting it.

Not since she'd been banished from the dragon realms had she been outclassed so quickly. She had been knocked down, pinned, restrained with so much ease. Her plans derailed, her expectations smashed. She...

Felt...

Alive.

Pleasure rushed through her, followed by need. Thought was derailed, plans taken from her until all that was left was something that was too primal to be called thought, too feral to be called planned or considered action. It was pure action.

The world changed around her, undirected desire grabbing hold of the willpower of the dragoness to make it happen. The spells around her warped, becoming stronger, more exaggerated, until they were parodies of themselves. The transformation spell on the sorceress was amplified to the nth degree, empowering her but filling her with the needs of the dragoness at the same time. The hungers of the other three were boosted, amplified, exaggerated until it was all they could think of.

The spells shattered, broke, reformed around her, and they rolled together. The adventurers kept her on the bottom, at first, with the horse and the lizardfolk fucking her. Even Bunti had a chance, the half-orc shoving her back, forcing her to eat out that green butt, but even that wasn't enough.

Eventually, she rose...and the world...went white...

She flew away later, drained horribly. She knew that the four of them were slowly dragging themselves to the other side of the valley, and knew that they would reach her hall the next day. They would fight there for the last time, and it would be the tie-breaker.

For all that she had lost, though, Drakina knew that had not been the end of it. Something had changed in that fight, something that had stirred both sides. They were aware of what the other could do, now.

There would be no more secrets, no more hidden moves. From now on, they were going to be fighting as hard as they could, without holding back, without expecting anything to go their way. Even she could feel that, at least to some extent, and there was a grin on her face that refused to die because of it.

As she flew weakly back to her Hall, she wondered how much Gann had told them about what she could do. They seemed...remarkably well-informed in some ways, and ill-informed in others, to the point where she couldn't decide if he had given them an advantage - or tried to - or not.

Ah, well. She'd find out after she pulled him out from under the blanket monster.

The End