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The priestess's hands move up and lace through the other elf's hair. She closes her eyes, and lets out soft gasps as the troubled soul continues to grope and assault her. "I want you to be healed, to be whole in soul and mind."

"I'm not in need of help, you dumb bitch!" Galenna says, pinching Tymara's nipples. The priestess pushes her chest out. "See!? Look at that. I'm torturing you, and you want me to give you more?"

Tymara spins around, letting the fingers tug at her, but she doesn't mind, as, when she breaks free, she clasps Galenna's cheeks, her thumbs rolling over blushing flesh, and she presses her lips to hers.

Galenna growls, pressing her body up against the priestess's. She holds her false hand upon the older woman's back, leaning in, trying to overcome her in this battle of wills and bodies. When Tymara holds onto her, it is the touch of a gentle lover. When Galenna holds to her, it is the grasp of an animal in heat, digging into her soft flesh, taking hold, and not letting go.

The priestess stumbles, falling now, with a splash, into the narrow shore of the pool so that the water only goes up to her ears as she lays. She wraps her legs around the hurting elf, tears of sympathy on her eyes as she kisses her once more, tongues playing together as bodies entwine.

But all Draykan sees as he stands there, dumbfounded, are their lower bodies grinding together. Two perfect mounds locking in their own battle, in their own kiss, ready specifically for him. He snorts, sloshing through the water once more before he looms over the two of them.

Tymara sees him first, her eyes widening, but her head nodding.

Galenna stops and looks over her shoulder, a smile forming over her mouth, showing off sharp teeth. She raises her own hips and detaches her arms, fingers floating down along both of their bodies, but hooking at her own mound, pulling it apart, showing the waiting moist hole to him. "Come on, my monster! Do it!"

Draykan roars and falls upon them both, his chest on Galenna's back as her chest smashes up against Tymara's. The amputated elf cackles and initiates the next kiss, invading and conquering the High Priestess's mouth as she feels one of Draykan's impressive rods fill up inside of her.

Her arms fly back up, gripping onto Draykan's horns. This causes the dragon to push into overdrive, his arms wrapping around both of the women as he pounds relentlessly into both of them.

Their bodies are so jostled by his force, that they rub up against each other, continuing their erotic dance with intensity turned up one hundredfold.

"L... let go of him!" Tymara says. "You don't know what you're dealing w... with!"

Galenna just laughs and gives the motherly elf bites over her neck as a response. Tymara tries to rub her arms over Draykan, but he won't relent.

"Oooh!" Galenna cries, pulling her head back, her eyes fluttering. "I... I feel it. His cocks, inside us, rubbing together against us!. Can you feel it!?

The priestess squeezes her eyes shut, concentrating on her healing magic. Perhaps, if she can get him to finally come, he will be calmed?

Draykan moves his hands over their bodies, seeking something to hold onto. He settles onto Galenna's hair, pulling her back more as he shoves himself even deeper, the tips kissing at the deepest core for both of the women. "Aah, ffuuuuck! Draaaykyyyy. You're gonna... I'm gonna have your babies!"

With that, Draykan hilts into both of the women. That final barrier to their wombs yields, sweallowing the heads of his cocks. Encircled by the entrances and by the cervix, each cock explodes forth with all of his might.

Galenna rolls her tongue out, screaming so hard, her voice becomes sore. Her mind is so fractured by the amazing sensations around her, that her hands let go of his horns and her arms and legs both drop into the water with a splash.

Tymara, meanwhile, focuses in on the magic, drawing in all of his seed, as if her womanhood has become a receptacle for more than just the physical. The essence that he gives her becomes laced with the feral fury that drives him to his anger and lust, and soon, he moans, falling to the side, and collapsing in the water.

Tymara reaches down, grunting as she pulls the thick thing out from her. It takes a while, and it comes out with a loud pop.

Panting, Tymara scoots up, letting Galenna's unconscious body tumble off of her. The High Priestess sits, rubbing at her stomach, a soft, sad smile upon her face. "I'm sorry... your life will be fraught with issues, little one.

Draykan awakes in his bed, sitting up and rubbing his head. He's tired, but not exactly sure why. "Galenna?" He stumbles to his feet and out of the door, into the halls beyond his cell. One of the serving lads passes by him and he grabs the young man by the shoulders. "Where is Galenna?" he asks.

Frowning, the lad says. "She's in the healing chambers, sir, but High Priestess Tymara has said-"

He storms out of the hall and into the healing chambers. There, he finds Galenna, her arms and legs off to the side, laying in a bed and sleeping soundly. He sighs, slumping at a seat by her.

"You didn't harm her, lover," Tymara says, walking up behind him. She pats his back, rubbing his scaled body with a comforting palm. "Her mind is far worse than your own."

"I... I almost tore her apart..."

"That is something to be concerned about yes," Tymara says. "But the thing I'm concerned most is that in your frenzied state, you've bonded to her in ways that the spirits of love do not take lightly."

"What do you mean?" he asks, looking up to her, but his eyes move down and sees that she caresses her stomach. His jaw drops and the priestess nods. "Yes, your seed has taken root. You are entwined to both of us through your progeny."