Ancient desires
A commission for [anon]
An ancient dragon has a very sensual encounter with an ancient artifact.
The ancient wyrm stirred from his sleep, the scent of an intruder filling his nose as his eyes flicked open.
"Sorry to wake you, great Rinnenth. But I urge you to listen before you destroy me" Rinnenth raised his head onto his sinuous red neck, staring down at the elf that stood at the entrance to his sleeping chamber - deep within the mountain. How had this bug of a mortal managed to get so far without tripping his wards or disturbing his rest? No one - not even his rival ancient dragons - had managed to get beyond the cave mouth before he was able to react. Not that any would dare try. He was the most power, most ancient of the species left. His might was without challenge. So why had a single elf decided to infringe on his domain? "What brings you here, leaf-lover?" "To help ease your frustrations, or to lead you to a font of power. I've noticed the increasing number of half-born and sorcerers in the lands within your flight range. Your offspring, from the times you're forced to relieve your lust with a partner. It is regrettable that such an ancient power like yourself would stoop so low. I'm sure you would prefer a more... substantial mate. One able to cope with your... endowment. "There is an artefact, long lost from the times before my kind. It is said that no one could overcome its desire for seed. Of course, no one as powerful and virile as a great wyrm has used it. It is responsible for the demise of at least three metalics - at least, that is as far as my research can delve through history. Their hordes, and their power, could be yours - assuming you are worthy of the artefact's power." The might red rose to his feet, towering above the elf before him. "And why should I trust you? Why should I not have my way with you, body and soul, and be relieved that way?" "Because one thrust would cripple me. And a new generation of half-breeds would sprout up within your territory. Tell me, how many sorcerers have threatened you these past centuries? I can see the scars, at least one looks like it would have set back your plans. This offers a safer alternative" "I see... You will take me to this artefact, and then leave"
Entering the colossal room, Rinnenth flexed his powerful wings and moved towards the only object within the space - an orb of scintillating crystal that radiated antique power. The flavour of the magic was one he could not recall, something so old that he could not fully comprehend its motive. It sat on a simple looking tripod in the exact centre of the half-dome room, large enough that it could easily fit ten dragons his size. As he drew closer, his dragonhood began to stir within its slit. Something about the room was arousing, activating the basest level of his instincts - ones that normally needed a female to stir. By the time he was close enough to reach out and touch the orb his shaft was fully engorged. Touching one claw to the perfectly round crystal, he let out a roar of pleasure. Thick pulses of dragon seed were forced out of his dick. His fore-legs quickly moved to the throbbing organ as he fell onto his side in pleasure, working out the final few spurts of seed. His tail thrashed around the empty room, his wings flicking and twitching as the powerful orgasm began to dissipate. As he opened his eyes and stared at the orb again, he smiled in glee. Here was something that could give him more pleasure than any partner ever had - and it was his! Rinnenth rolled over onto his belly - careful not to hit his still throbbing shaft off the ground - as he slowly recovered his breath. He hadn't felt like this since he first reached maturity. But he had run out of mates that could make him feel like this, make him quiver with pleasure, as he defeated his rivals and outlived all the females. There was no one left to make him feel this good. Before he could stand up to collect his latest favourite trinket, he was racked by a second jolt of power. The sensation was like lightening coursing up his spine from his tail. He gasped, then shouted out another roar as his balls felt like they were squeezed. Another torrent of cum shot from his dragonhood, another orgasm racking his body and brain as the orb pulsed again. His chest fell on the floor, his rear legs buckling until he was on his knees, as pleasure flooded his brain again. "You're doing so well Rinnenth," the elf's voice echoed around the room. "Let the orb's power run through you. It's not like a pathetic runt like you could overcome its power" It's a trap. I must escape. I can - AAAGH! The orb flared again, the dragon's balls starting to ache from the third forced orgasm in a few minutes. But once that initial pulse diminished, it felt so good! He wept for joy from the delicious sensations, while also screaming from the over-stimulation. His shaft throbbed, the veins already standing out and swelling where they ruptured. The mighty dragon's penis was already turning purple from exertion, the mighty shaft straining under the pressure. The orb pulsed again - and again - each wave racking the dragon's body in painful pleasure. Soon he was on his back, gasping for air as his hands cupped his organs. The pain was growing unbearable. With one more howl of agony, he felt his balls begin to collapse - no longer able to handle the intense surges of power and unbelievable demand to generate sperm. They had lasted millennia without fail, but this was too much. The gallons of seed and precum that had been milked out of the flailing dragon slowly sank through the grooves between the stonework.
But still the orb pulsed, demanding more and more from its prey. Its power flared again as beams of light struck the mighty wyrm. The rays struck his ass and forehead, as well as his ancient shaft, stimulating his prostate and forcing his brain full of lustful sensations while making the flared head of his dick swell dangerously. He could no longer think of escape - or anything else - the power overwhelming his consciousness and replacing it with the need to stroke his mighty shaft, to ignore the pain and work himself to another climax. The dragon tried to shield his shaft; his hands attempting to block the beams. He needed to cum, needed relief - but also needed reprieve. Soon, the beam on his cock's head had rended the outmost layer of flesh, blood beginning to leak down the enflamed and angry coloured shaft, pooling below the mighty dick. But it was barely enough to cause a trickle of pre to run down his dragonhood. His head crashed into the floor as he writhed, needing to overcome the influence of the orb to protect his over-used shaft. He gasped and shivered as one final spasm gripped his prostate, a gout of precum flying out of the abused organ before the skin sloughed off his dragonhood and the organ deflated dramatically. Mercifully, Rinnenth's brain shut down under the brunt of the abuse and the mightiest dragon blacked out.
The elf walked into the artefact's room, taking care not to look at the orb that now glowed dully in the middle of the hall. He could see the great beast Rinnenth's body as it lay, barely breathing, nearby. Moving towards the dragon's head, the elf's neutral expression grew to a smirk. "Well, well, well, Rinneth. It seems your lust was your downfall - just like every other dragon I've lured here. I'm surprised you're still breathing. Of course, with your new lack of dragonhood, I guess your lust won't bother you again - if you can even think coherently anymore." The elf looked into the wide pupils of the moaning wyrm. There was no recognition, no sign of consciousness behind those orbs. He looked down at the dragon's now empty scrotum and stumpy shaft, blood still trickling from the sundered organ. He smiled at the thought of defeating the last great dragon so easily. "I'll leave you alone. If you do manage to survive, you'll be the first to escape this place. I'll be sure to use your generous offerings carefully. After all, it seems such a waste to spread such potent seed over the local peasantry. Especially with our elven numbers in decline. Waste not, want not." The elf walked through the blood that still lined the floor, knowing that only the useful fluids would drip down to the preservation vats below. He wondered whether he should raid the dragon's lair. There was bound to be something to amuse his venerable mind - if only for a week or two. Then the hunt for the next fel wyrm could begin.