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Vantage of Hindsight

• Chapter 13 of the Legends of the DragonRider

The blood-red beast snorted hotly as it bucked, squeezing yet another moan from Anitra's battered lungs. Two huge rods had invaded her lower orifices, each close to Blake's familiar cock in terms of sheer girth - while outright superseding it in length, to the point where she'd ultimately failed to take them balls-deep. If he had been there, in the room, boosting her inhuman flexibility with his presence, she could've handled that size no problem, though... but he_wasn't_ there, and thus the combined assault was pushing her to her physical limits and then some. Her hip-bones were creaking under the potent assault, struggling to accommodate the hefty intrusions - and above, her internal organs were being battered, squeezed, or forced aside.

There was no shortage of power behind the thrusts, either. The monstrous creature that loomed bodily over her resembled an oversized draft-horse stallion, albeit a twisted, almost demonic version - and it held even more raw strength than this intimidating aspect would suggest. Nor was it holding anything back - merrily pounding her hard enough to shake her body, brain and bones. The wooden mating-rack she was strapped to had clearly been magically reinforced - otherwise, this kind of assault would have reduced it to tinder.

The cocks lodged inside her - straining her labia and sphincter at the same time - were broadly equine in shape, too, having the pillar-like shape and broad, flat head which flared before and after the climax. It also, however, had a ring of bony spikes along the underside of that flare - reminiscent of certain felines. This ensured that even as the thrusts sent painful shockwaves through her body, the pullback raked mercilessly across her sensitive insides, maintaining a constant flow of pain... and pleasure.

Twin radial discs forced their way past sphincter and labia alike as he once again bucked forwards, further tormenting her twin orifices with the rougher texture that the shafts possessed past that point. Those discs, she knew, represented the point where the ergonomics of mounting a similarly equine partner would have limited his penetration - but her smaller frame enabled him to go deeper, enough to to push against the very depths of her superhumanly flexible holes. Her lungs were squeezed sideways against her ribs as the two leg-thick shafts took up the lion's share of her internal real-estate, and yet another helpless moan escaped her drool-flecked lips. This had to be one of the most intense rides she'd ever experienced... putting Blake aside as the obvious champion, it had to be at least a top-3 contender.

Part of it was the sense of raw, bestial - no, monstrous - lust she felt radiating down from the huge, red-coated barrel-chest above her. It was something beyond mere human desires, but at the same time more sophisticated than the pure, unthinking rutting of a wild beast. Even in her own mind, she couldn't seem to decide between 'he' and 'it', even - it didn't feel like a person, after all. It felt like a force of nature, rampaging through her holes like an earthquake or a tsunami. Whoever had crafted this creature - be they god or man - had clearly known exactly what they wanted: A being of raw, sadistic lust, driven to dominate and destroy anything it could get its dicks into...

The intensity did not decline appreciably when finally, with a sound somewhere between a whinny and a bloodthirsty growl, he came. Anitra had already climaxed more than half a dozen times by then, and did so once more as she felt her stomach and womb simultaneously inflate to a painful degree from the sheer pressure and quantity of his cum-output. Nothing short of a red dragon could have filled her so thoroughly with a single load - even Blake usually needed two or three rounds in order to get her to the point where she felt like she was about to explode like this!

The mating-rack, fortunately, was clearly built with such things in mind - her suddenly-expanded belly, which reminded her rather forcibly of the last few months of her recent pregnancy, was now dangling through a sizable gap in the center of the structure. His weight pinned her down to the rack as he rested atop her, breathing heavily, his cocks still fully embedded - not that even their fully-flared girth could stop a couple of thin rivulets of cum from escaping around the edges of her labia as her currently overstretched womb rejected the non-draconic seed. Normally, sturdy spars were in place above the mating-rack's resident, to take his rather significant weight - but she'd asked to have them removed. She loved the feeling of a big, heavy, powerful male pinning her down like this... and hey, she could handle it. Sure, it was really hard to breathe right now, but that wouldn't be the case for very long.

After all, while her womb was picky in the extreme, her intestines were a lot more... open-minded. Already, her supernatural metabolism was feasting on the enormous banquet that had just been served up for it, and a fully-realized Quickening was spinning up. She wasn't about to lift the massive monster-stallion above her head with one hand, or anything like that, but pushing herself up enough to breathe easily wasn't hard at all anymore. The countless stinging scratches that had built up along most of the length of both her pussy and lower intestine while he'd tormented her with his barbed flares were also disappearing as her accelerated healing kicked in - though some of them were bound to get refreshed when he finally got around to pulling out.

Even as the pressure inside her intestines declined, the sense of monstrous, unbridled desire above her did the same, and bit by bit her partner's breathing slowed and steadied. A few minutes later, he pushed himself up, taking his impressive weight off her entirely, and huffed. "I do hope I lived up to your expectations there, ma'am..." he commented breezily as he slowly started to back up - moving gingerly, as if he was trying to avoid hurting her unnecessarily with his flares. Grinning, she turned her head to look up and catch his eye once he'd gotten far enough back that her entire body wasn't languishing in the shadow of his broad chest anymore. "I'd say you did, Keltinor..." she replied in the same tone. "Certainly a worthwhile experience!"

Indeed, she was rather wondering why it had taken her this long to get around to asking him for a ride... Tiffany had been eager to gossip about the bicorn's unusual - and intimidating - 'equipment' even back when they'd first been introduced, and while trying him out hadn't been a real option while she was pregnant, that situation had changed a few months ago now. Still, better late than never! She winced as the barbs lining his flare clawed across her sphincter and labia on the way out, then sighed in relief as the internal pressure of her ballooned uterus released itself in a loudly gushing waterfall - or rather, cum_fall. Uncomfortable, to be sure, but... it was a_good kind of uncomfortable.

She glanced over her shoulder at the monstrous creature who'd just finished reaming her out so thoroughly. Coat the color of freshly-shed blood, mane and tail the color of dried blood, and a pair of twisted, jet-black horns crowning his brow... it was hardly a surprise he'd been mistaken for a demon early on. "Now, would you mind undoing these straps?" She asked sweetly, nodding towards the sturdy strips of leather that was holding her wrists firmly in place. Another hung loose around her lower waist - though it had been quite tight when the two cocks had been inside her - and four more were holding her legs spread and flush against the rack at the ankles and thighs. Considering the violence of the fucking she'd just received, and the level of friction those huge rods had generated, they'd been quite necessary - preventing her from being bounced around or at least sliding back and forth with the strokes.

"Or should I just tear myself loose?" she continued with a quirked eyebrow, pulling on the wrist-straps hard enough to make the leather stretch and squeak as he hesitated, predatory eyes moving towards her two gaping, cum-drooling holes as if pulled by a magnet. Giving his equine head a sharp shake, he quickly nodded. "Of course, I'll have you free in just a second... much as I'd love to see a firsthand demonstration of a DragonRider's heroic strength, I just got this terribly handy mating-rack, so I'd hate so see it torn apart!" It was a handy little structure, she had to grant him, as he tapped one of his horns against a faintly-growing rune set into the side of it - causing all of the straps to immediately and automatically snap open, without all the inconvenience of him having to shift back to his human form and undo them all manually.

Pushing herself upright, she groaned slightly as the resulting shift in gravity caused the remaining contents of her womb to splatter out her still gaping pussy, hitting the basin that had been so strategically placed between her spread legs. Already, her bloated stomach was shrinking back to its habitual flatness, leaving behind only the slight bump of a recent meal - the sheer quantity of cum that had been pumped into her lower intestines ensured that there was a bit left over even after her Quickening had been fully stoked.

Rubbing her wrists, she stepped gingerly around the well-filled basin and away from the rack, glancing over at Keltinor's bright-red bulk - and down between his hind-legs, where his twin cocks still hung, semi-hard. Both were halfway coated in cum and liberally streaked with blood, and she felt her lips moisten. "You... ah... need any help with those?" She asked casually, gesturing towards the set. Looking thoughtfully down his own flanks for a moment, he then grinned in a rather predatory fashion and shook his head. "Thanks for asking, but... I've got someone who can take care of that for me, and she'll get mopey if she doesn't get a chance to help out." His eyes strayed towards something that hauntingly resembled an iron maiden, standing against the wall of his 'playroom', closed and apparently locked.

As Anitra followed his eyes, she found herself diverted by the sight of the elaborate waterclock that stood nearby, next to the alchemy-table - a necessity in a room like this, deep in the castle's foundations, with no exterior windows. Clicking her tongue, she sighed. "For the best, I suppose - I've got another appointment I should probably start heading towards anyway." Attention pivoting rapidly back to her, Keltinor seemed to fidget for a moment before replying. "Ah, before you go - there was something I wanted to ask you, Lady DragonRider, ma'am... if you don't mind..?"

Lifting an eyebrow, Anitra rocked back on her heels, pondering even as she casually replied "Hm? Certainly, ask away..." Was he about to call in the favor already? After all, her visit here today had been prompted by a very nice gift arriving from him to Blake - an alchemical concoction of his own invention, based on and refined from certain similar recipes found in the Library of the Perverse. While it had been for Blake, the one who had to drink it was Melora - and upon doing so, she found her throat swiftly, painfully and permanently rearranged.

Her windpipe and gullet were now separate tubes, as was the case in regular equines, rather than flowing together in the back of the throat as in humans - and, indeed, most human_oids_. It meant that she couldn't breathe through her mouth anymore - it wasn't quite as advanced a setup as what DragonRiders like herself enjoyed naturally - but as with them, it also meant that she could breathe through her nose even with her mouth and throat filled with a thick, throbbing meat-rod. Hence, Blake could now throat-fuck her to his heart's content, without having to worry about choking her - a fact that they both seemed to appreciate wholeheartedly.

It was due to this thoughtful gift that Anitra had decided to swing by his laboratory today, for a polite thank-you and maybe a quick bootie-call should he prove interested, which indeed he had turned out to be. However, a quick fuck probably wasn't what he'd been looking for when he crafted that potion - and even in a place like the Utopia, where there officially was no currency nor any needed, 'favors' remained a valuable trade-good. Having acquired some, was he now looking to spend them right away? And if so, how expensive would Melora's new oral ability turn out to be?

"Well, our mutual friend Tiffany mentioned something intriguing to me a while back..." Keltinor started. "...about seeing some strange needles while visiting your chambers for a party. Needles that could, supposedly, inflict agonizing and long-lasting pain with just a simple prick..?" He trailed off, and Anitra nodded, relaxing a bit. If that was all he was after, it'd be a bargain at half a favor. "Those things? Yes... they're spines, from a rare kind of sea-urchin. The effect is due to a special toxin they contain - even a tiny amount does the trick. What about them?" Eagerly, Keltinor nodded. "A toxin! I figured it was something like that, though I suppose it could have been some kind of enchantment... regardless, I find the possibilities intriguing, and possibly applicable to my research. Could you possibly spare a handful or so of these 'spines'?"

Anitra's eyes couldn't help but pan back over to the iron-maiden-looking steel casket by the wall. Keltinor did seem to be a darkly gifted alchemist, as well as a decent sort of mage whenever he was in human form, so she supposed it wasn't out of the question that he just wanted to look into the toxin for his 'research'... but she _did_also know that he had an Equus 'personal servant' who, based on what Tiffany had told her, could possibly match Melora for sheer masochism. So it was juuust possible that he had a more _personal_interest in those spines. Regardless...

"I can do you one better." She replied, smiling. "I got the spines - and the dried-up sea-urchin they're attached to - from Ursula, the Sea-Witch who recently moved in at the bottom of the lake. Your downstairs neighbor, basically. And considering how freely she handed it out, I'd be surprised if she didn't have a few more stashed away - heck, for all I know, she's breeding the damned things down there! So... just go have a chat with her. She might have existing knowledge about them that'll help your research... and if it does turn out that she's fresh out? Just come let me know, and I'll give you the handful of spines you originally requested - though I really doubt it'll come to that."

With the favor thus - partially, at least - paid off, the cum-remnants wiped from her groin and thighs and her panties back in place, Anitra cheerfully jogged from Keltinor's lab and up the winding ramp to the castle's main floor. The Quickening was pumping through her blood, filling her with energy, and after a moment's consideration, she decided to try and work some of it off before her next engagement - just to try and be somewhat fair. As she moved through the wide hallways, she thus switched from a jog to a run to an outright dash, relishing the simple joy of running just for the sake of running. Her legs felt particularly strong - and agile, too, as she demonstrated when she deftly dodged around a few other passers-by. When she reached the main marketplace, she paused briefly in front of a stand filled with mirrors both utilitarian and ornate, regarding herself with a critical eye. She looked like herself... mostly. Her fingernails had turned jet-black and seemed to be a bit more clawlike than before - and was it just the light, or did her hair have reddish highlights all of a sudden? So, other than the boost to speed and agility, the claws seemed to be the only special benefit she'd gained from the Bicorn-powered Quickening. No shape-shifting abilities that she could tell, anyway!

Running a lap of the marketplace - now putting her boosted dexterity to a_real_ test, darting in and out through the masses of people - she soon discovered that a rare, alchemical ingredient had just arrived with the latest caravan. Specifically, she detected the characteristic yet indescribable scent of numerous alchemists clustered close together, and made a logical leap from there. Pausing in her run to breathe for a few minutes - not that she felt particularly winded despite the lengthy run - she decided to take a closer look... after all, Blake had recently enjoyed the bounty of the alchemical arts, so she figured it might be worth keeping an eye on new developments in the field.

The gaggle of alchemists her nose led her to were clustered around something that looked like a large aquarium mounted on a small donkey-cart. The fact that it wasn't just an aquarium was obvious from both the glow of the runes etched into the thick glass, and the contents... namely, it was half-full of something inky-black. Something squirming. With a slight shiver, she realized what it had to be - a Black Slime, sometimes facetiously referred to as a 'Black Pudding' by adventurers. The nastiest of that generally nonthreatening genus of monsters known as 'slimes', ancient and primitive beings that represented danger only to newbie adventurers unfamiliar with their peculiarities and those already weakened, crippled or injured by other dangers. Base scavengers of the ecosystems that had developed in the deep caves and moss-grown dungeons of ancient ruins.

Well, the basic ones were, anyway. Whether by natural mutation or magical mucking about, some slimes had developed traits that made them rather more dangerous, such as oozing various toxins, extruding clouds of choking gas, or even emitting a sweet, hypnotic scent that compelled the weak-willed to seek them out and taste their gooey 'flesh'... an act that tended to be immediately deadly, or worse, if actually carried out. But the black variant was the most dangerous of the lot - mirroring the dragons, whether by chance or the deliberate design of some unknown creator. Not only were they noticeably tougher than their lesser brethren, able to reassemble themselves even if cut into pieces or splattered by blunt trauma, they could also extrude a powerful, paralytic toxin that rendered anyone they touched helpless - as well as producing acid powerful enough to break a fully-armored knight down into nutrient-filled goo within minutes.

She'd never seen one before - only heard of them in her mother's stories. Still, if even half of those stories were true, she could certainly see why the alchemists were excited - there were no doubt many useful secrets that could be divined from the black slime's fearsome natural weapons and defenses. She just hoped they didn't get careless about handling the bloody thing... though, to be fair, the Utopia probably represented one of the very few places where a creature like that could be safely studied. After all, if it broke out, the dragons could destroy it with ease - nevermind the fact that the paralytic toxin wasn't likely to have much impact on them, _fire_was also the main weakness of slimes of every stripe, the black variant included, so many of the dragons were well equipped for dealing with them.

Resolutely turning her back on the disturbingly squamous black mass in the glass prison, she continued her run, circling back towards her destination. Working off some energy was fine, but it wouldn't do to be late... and besides, fairness aside, it wasn't as if she had any plans to_lose!_ A naughty smile spread across her face as she slowed her pace back to a jog for the last bit of the way, before finally pausing in front of a dragon-sized door with a smaller, human-sized one set into its lower right quadrant and mopping the sweat from her brow.

After a moment to catch her breath once more, she stepped inside to find her next bit of entertainment already busy warming up and doing stretches... the later of which certainly didn't do anything to shrink Anitra's grin. Tiriana still looked an absolute dish in her new armor - Drewyn had really outdone himself. Oh, sure, he could say whatever he wanted to - how this was a highly effective design, enabled by the abundance of resources available to him at the Utopia - including the cast-off scales of two black dragons and a near-infinite supply of every other color - and how it was really terribly modest in terms of skin shown... but she was quite sure by now that 'sexiness' was a not-insignificant factor considered when he designed his armors.

Of course, it was true that Tiriana's armor showed next to no skin - as she had, in fact, requested, having apparently been a bit leery to wear something as... airy as Anitra's armor. Her head was pretty much it as far as exposed skin was concerned. Which was not to say that it hid much of anything! The primary component of the armor was, essentially, a skin-tight bodysuit made from black dragon scales that had undergone the same process as Anitra's red panties - essentially altering the normally steel-hard scales into something with the texture of fine leather. It hugged Tiriana's newfound curves beautifully, and no doubt _did_provide better protection than Anitra's suit in the bargain...

Which was not to say that she was showing off nipples and camel-toe, oh heavens no! Elaborate constructs of golden scales and plain old gold covered her 'vital regions', supposedly aiding the flow of magical energy through her body and thus strengthening the sorcery she'd started learning. As such, her breasts were covered by two tiny golden dragons, each coiled together into a circle that covered the entire breast, with their heads in the center... and a small, rune-inscribed platinum ring dangling from their closed maws. Her groin, meanwhile, was covered by the rearing neck and tightly-tucked wings of another draconic figure, whose similarly ring-adorned jaws just happened to be positioned right around where the top of her slit would be. Its figure continued between her legs, with its tail and lower body forming a triangle between two other circular dragons covering her ass-cheeks. Arguably, this ensemble was even more eye-catching that Anitra's tiny, bright-red panties and stealthily exposed nipples...

Whether all those golden scales actually performed as advertised was more than Anitra could say... but she did know firsthand that the gauntlets and sabatons crafted from the large, heavy scales of red_dragons worked just _fine. The gauntlets extended across the back of Tiriana's fingers and hands, encircling her wrists and lower arms completely, while the sabatons similarly covered only the top of her feet and her lower legs. Both were tipped with genuine dragon-claws for an added punch - after all, these were Tiriana's primary weapon! When she'd been asked what kind she'd prefer - a sword, a dagger, an axe perhaps, or the bow her mother's people were so famous for? - she'd replied that she didn't really like_weapons much, and would prefer something more... _defensive. Drewyn, after conferring with some of his colleagues in the Utopia, had risen to the challenge.

Not so terribly long ago, Anitra had pondered the fact that the Utopia, for all its splendid collections of craftsmen, mages, scholars, philosophers and artists, lacked any armsmasters. Those who were renowned for their mastery of blade or bow rather than book and brain didn't get served an invitation - after all, the dragons had no use for their skills. However, as it turned out, there was one_type of martial master who _could be found in the Utopia - namely, those who followed the Way of the Fist. Individuals, often hailing from distant and desolate mountain monasteries, who sharpened their own bodies into deadly weapons as a form of meditation, intertwining their martial skills with philosophy, often preaching pacifism and demanding that their arts be used solely for defensive purposes and even then only if all other possibilities had been exhausted. A lot of the philosophical payload sounded hopelessly naive to Anitra - but she had to admire the touch of realism that came from essentially going "You should never, ever fight if you can help it, because hurting people is a terrible thing to do... but if you really, _ really, _ have to do it, you'd better be ready to absolutely take apart anyone standing against you with your bare hands if needs be!"

Regardless, Tiriana had lapped up the philosophy, and apparently impressed the old masters enough to earn their approval and their teachings. She was learning their arts with remarkable speed, even as she soaked in the lessons from the Utopias far more numerous Sorcerers, mastering their special art of fast-paced, dynamic, battlefield spellslinging. With a focus on disabling spells, of course, but the simple fact was that a spell that could knock out an ogre or a minotaur almost certainly would kill a human... so she was still winding up learning plenty of potentially deadly spells.

Thus, with the golden inserts in her armor boosting her magic and the red-scaled gauntlets and sabatons boosting her punches and kicks, she was a force to be reckoned with! Or... would be, eventually. In the end, despite her impressive capacity for learning, she was still a neophyte in both disciplines, and completely lacking in the real-world combat experience that had taught Anitra to fight the hard way. Hence, their weekly 'sparring-matches', where Tiriana had the chance to test her growing abilities against her half-sister's unpolished but deadly sword-skills. Using a blunt practice-sword rather than BlackFire, of course! No lives were at stake... though Anitra tended to throw other things on the stakes, just to ensure that Tiriana stayed properly motivated...

Straightening up, Tiriana finally spotted Anitra and waved eagerly at her. "Sister! Just in time as usual! You want to do some warm-up before we fight? I can't wait to show you the new moves I've learned!" Ah, such adorable enthusiasm... being a DragonRider was still rather new to her, so she all too easily got swept up in the visceral joy of being_powerful_. Perhaps it was because she trained alongside several regular, mortal students - and tended to outstrip all but the most skilled of them simply because of the power that her blood brought her - that she seemed to arrive at each weekly sparring-session in an amusingly overconfident state...

Anitra grinned and stepped over to the weapon-racks to pick out a practice-sword - blunted steel, not mere wood, but still quite incapable of penetrating Tiriana's armor, including her seemingly-unarmored head. Like with her own suit, the enchantments bound into the magically receptive scales effectively spread their protection across the whole body, including apparently bare skin - though they certainly had to work a lot harder at it when it came to Anitra's own armor. "Nah, I'm good..." she replied as she picked out a sturdy-seeming blade. "I ran all the way here, so I'm plenty warmed up."

"So, usual stakes?" She asked casually as she stepped up to the mat, giving the sword a few experimental swings to test its balance. Not as exquisite as that of BlackFire, the incredible craftsmanship of which she'd only come to fully appreciate after using a few other_swords, but not so bad as to throw off her arm. Tiriana grimaced and blushed, wincing a bit. "I dunno..." she mumbled. Anitra raised an eyebrow and let her grin widened. "Come, now. If these sessions are to be any real use, you need to be motivated to give it your _all. Fight like your life depends on it! If you don't like the consequences of losing, all you have to do is win..."

Scowling, Tiriana raised her red-scaled fists in a classic fighting-stance, and started doing little jumps in place as if to loosen up her tendons and be ready to rush in any direction at moment's notice. "Fine_then! _This time I'll show you what I'm really made of, and then we'll see what you think of the 'usual stakes' afterwards!" she declared - then, in the blink of an eye, she leaped forwards, crimson flame forming around her right fist as she swung it in a lightning-fast, lunging blow. No 'en garde', no 'are you ready' - excellent! She'd learned from the previous fight, where Anitra had illustrated the importance of seizing the initiative.

Of course, considering that lesson, Anitra was entirely prepared for this surprise attack - pushing the straight punch aside with one of her wristguards while thrusting her sword towards Tiriana's midsection. If it had hit, it would've done so with the combined force of Anitra's battle-hardened arm and her opponent's own rushing inertia - but it didn't. Instead, Tiriana jumped, using the sword itself as a stepping-stone as she flipped directly over Anitra's head, spinning in midair to lash out with an aerial roundhouse kick.

It was clearly aimed at her head, but her own superhuman speed allowed Anitra to lift her shoulder quickly enough to intercept it. The blow was bruisingly powerful, but there was no fire in it - apparently, the maneuver was complex and new enough to remand Tiriana's full concentration, leaving her without enough spare focus to invoke the dragonflame that dwelt in her sabatons and gauntlets alike. Grimacing at the pain spreading through her shoulder - safe in the knowledge that Tiri, now behind her, wouldn't see it and be enheartened, Anitra rolled with the blow rather than try to stabilize herself or spin around, both acts that Tiri would no doubt be prepared for. Instead, she flipped sideways, cartwheeling as she heard something whistle through the air she'd just occupied.

She spun around to face her opponent again as she landed, and found that her half-sister was already jumping towards her with a fresh attack - showing fine retention of earlier lessons about keeping the pressure up and not giving your opponent a chance to catch her breath or regain her balance. This time, Anitra tried to duck under the blow in order to shoulder-check her incoming rival, following up with a rising underhand slash, which was intercepted by a well-placed leg - the blade catching between the large scales that covered her shins. For a while, the battle surged like that, with punches, kicks and swings being blocked or avoided amidst inhuman acrobatics.

Anitra, however, was holding back - Tiri, she figured, deserved a chance to try out all of her 'new moves', and they did look very impressive. She even wound up absorbing a few glancing blows, like that first kick, picking up a selection of bruises... which were already healing thanks to her ongoing Quickening, her skin returning to its unblemished profile. By now, though, the last remnants of Keltinor's cum had been absorbed by her intestines, which meant that the Quickening would begin to slowly wind down. And, as she'd told herself at the start, she had no plans to lose the match...

Thus, she stopped holding back, and began to move with all of the speed and agility that her temporarily enhanced legs would allow - accelerating with blistering ease, changing directions on a copper, leaping even further and higher than Tiri's training had apparently taught her to do. As the pace of the battle quickened, the initiative shifted, and Tiriana was pushed onto the defensive - desperately deflecting attacks that were coming too quickly for her to avoid, sweat dewing her forehead.

With a final dash, Anitra delivered an absolutely crushing overhead blow, with all the force of her charge behind it - forcing Tiri to use both of her arms to block it, crossing them above her head to intercept. Had it hit, she could've wound up with a nasty concussion and probably a bleeding scalp-wound, which would've been an immediate loss - the fights were to 'first blood' or surrender. Of course, Anitra had known that she'd be able to block it. In fact, the _idea_was to force her to block, focusing on the attack from above, failing to notice the supercharged, Quickening-boosted kick that was scything up from below.

Anitra's sandaled foot hit the golden scales guarding her half-sister's sweet pussy with crushing force - enough to transmit painfully through the armor, which was after all better at stopping piercing and cutting forces than blunt ones. With a cry of surprise, her guard collapsed as her hands instinctively dropped to cover the sensitive, impacted region - an opening that Anitra immediately capitalized on by spinning in place and delivering a swift, carefully-measured pommel-strike to her right temple.

As predicted, this dazed her, and combined with the pain still shooting through her groin, her knees collapsed under her. Anitra's foot swiftly landed on her back, pushing her all the way down to the mat, blunt sword resting at her neck. "Well?" Anitra asked, pushing a bit harder, feeling the armored form squirming under her sandal. Groaning, somewhat shaky, Tiriana's voice rose. "I surrender! You win!" Sighing, Anitra shifted her sword to her left hand, and swung the flat of the blade down on Tiri's bountiful, if well-armored, bottom. "Come, now - you know the rules. If you surrender, you have to throw away your weapon. Otherwise, it could be merely a trick, and I'm not one to fall for the old 'fake surrender' stratagem!"

Sighing dejectedly, aware of where this was going, Tiriana activated the enchantment that made her gauntlets and sabatons disappear when not in use - into some kind of portable pocket-dimension, according to Drevyn. That left her hands bare, and her feet sheathed only in flexible and leathery black armor. Chuckling, Anitra swung the blade a few more times, hitting her behind painfully. "All of your weapons... you still have your spells, after all!" After their first spar, Tiriana had never bothered to use the sorcery she was learning against her older sister. There'd been some speculation, initially, that her DragonRider nature would allow her magic to pierce draconic antimagic, the same way a black dragon's spells could affect another black dragon, and indeed any dragon. This had been proven false - between her intrinsic resistance and her armor, every spell Tiriana had tried had bounced off Anitra's hide, a futile waste of energy.

There was also the fact that, even without the enhancing effect of the golden dragonscales built into her armor, she could still wield her sorcery - it was just noticeably more difficult and demanding. But none of that really mattered, nor would restating it stop her victorious sister from continuing the painful spanking until she complied. And so, grimacing, she complied. The golden accents of her armor disappeared into the same pocket-dimension that held her gauntlets and sabatons - leaving the areas they had previously covered completely bare. Her ass and breasts, both of which had grown several sizes when she awakened as a DragonRider, were now fully exposed, as was her pussy, including the well-maintained little bush of jet-black hair above it. And while her current position - flat on her belly - concealed them, the removal of the golden regions also revealed that the platinum rings that decorated them weren't part of her armor at all, but rather a trio of rings piercing her nipples and clit, visible even when she was fully clothed thanks to the cleverly-designed armor.

She didn't mind the rings, though it had hurt terribly to get them put in - they let her remain in telepathic communication with her Lord, Slate, after all, and according to the dwarf who had created them, the three-part arrangement would give their communications better reach and penetration than Anitra's more elaborate set, despite being individually somewhat smaller. She rather hoped that her Lord wasn't listening right now, though, lest he chastise her for yet another defeat...

Anitra slapped her sister's now-bare buttocks one more time with the sword just to watch them jiggle properly, then discarded the blunt blade and stepped Tiri's back. A nudge from her toes made the prone fighter roll over and futilely try to shimmy away on her ass, biting her lip while Anitra licked her own, taking in the display. The promises that Tiriana's curves had previously held had been instantly realized by her awakening - a hefty and shapely set of tits and a thick bubble-ass to go with them. Just like had happened to herself originally, Tiri had been fast-forwarded through puberty, her body pushed into a state of prime vitality and fertility by the transformation. Still, it hardly seemed fair - even though Anitra's breasts had grown a size or two during the trials of motherhood, Tiriana still had her beat. Why, the half-elf wasn't that much shy of_Melora's_ size!

Better yet - or worse, from a position of envy - the long limbs and general height that her elven heritage gave her meant that she could actually pull off those measurements without looking stocky. Indeed, the combination of long, slender limbs, narrow waist, fine, elfin features (with the requisite pointy ears) with wide hips, big ass, and heavy tits made her look like an idealized statue of a goddess of fertility and sexuality.

So, really, Anitra felt that she could hardly be blamed for lusting after the girl so hungrily. Or for extracting a steep price from her defeated rival after every sparring-match. Tiriana, clearly cognizant of the hunger in Anitra's eyes and the way her hand was already reaching for the pouch where she kept the Ring of Priap, whimpered and scooched further away. "We... shouldn't do this..." she protested. "We're family! It's _wrong!"_Anitra rolled her eyes at this and pulled out the ring and looking at it in a contemplative manner, as if trying to decide whether to violate her dear sister with the magically-summoned hard-on, or just her fingers and tongue. "Is it? I didn't hear you complain when I gave you your first kiss... or when I made you cum until you passed out. Or when I taught you how to suck cock, lick pussy, and all those other useful skills you were so eager to learn..."

"Well... I didn't know then..." Tiriana somewhat lamely retorted. "I know you told me how we shared blood and called me sister and all that, but I thought it was just a metaphor - because we were both DragonRiders, you know?" Anitra just shrugged, pulled off her bright-red dragonscale panties with practiced ease, and slipped on the Ring of Priap - causing a nice, solid cock to emerge, rock-hard, from her groin. "Well, it wasn't a metaphor." She replied calmly. "We have different mothers, but share the same father - making us half-sisters. Thus, any sexual interaction between us is inherently incestuous, forbidden, taboo, dirty and wrong, as you put it." These were all well-known facts to both of them by now - but Anitra still enjoyed restating them, just to make Tiriana wince and herself wet. "But that ship's already sailed, hasn't it? So how 'bout you get up against the wall where you belong, and show me that big, beautiful ass of yours, hmm? Or would you perhaps prefer it if I used my 'prize' to train your pain threshold? Because honestly, you shouldn't have been thrown off that hard by a single kick to the groin... perhaps if I spent the next hour or so doing it some more, you'll get used to it and not react so strongly next time!"

Whimpering, Tiriana answered all those questions by staggering to her feet, turning around, and putting her hands and chest against the nearby wall, bending at the hips and spreading her legs. Offering her pussy and ass for Anitra's use without further objections. Grinning, Anitra swiftly accepted the invitation, stepping up to the thrust-out ass and guiding her throbbing-hard cock into dear little Tiri's pussy... which proved, unsurprisingly, to be sopping wet. She liked to tell herself that, despite all her urges, she wouldn't have continued to do this to Tiri is she didn't know for a fact that underneath all her protestations, the half-elf actually loved it. All the same, she was glad that thesis had never been put to the test...

She'd been rather glad to discover, after Tiriana's awakening, that they'd remained two rather different people. There had been a vague, unconscious worry in her, that Tiri - after becoming a true DragonRider - would start to act and behave just like her, which would call into question just how much individuality she really had, how much her identity extended beyond her role as a DragonRider. But, not so. For starters, while Anitra enjoyed sexual submission - especially towards her beloved Blake - she could enjoy the other_side of the equation just as readily, as Direza could easily attest. Tiri, however, seemed to be purely submissive, whether due to some inherent inclination or her upbringing or the way she was introduced to sex... or some combination of those factors. Whether it was at the hands - or talons - of her Lord and Master, Slate, or her half-sister Anitra, being taken, ordered around, _used, clearly aroused her intensely. Anitra, needless to say, didn't mind this... though Direza seemed a bit regretful about it, since it meant that Tiri never had, and probably never would, take Anitra up on the offer to ride her around like a pony.

Regardless, the very fact that Anitra repeatedly used her body against all her protestations only seemed to arouse her further. She moaned quietly as her sister's magically-summoned cock began to saw in and out of her wet pussy, and the moans only deepened and intensified when Anitra's strong hands began to rain slaps down on the ass-cheeks above, jiggling and reddening them with a steady, powerful spanking. The wet folds of Tiri's pussy were deliciously tight around her cock despite presumably playing host to Slate's far larger equipment on the regular - after all, she possessed the same near-miraculous flexibility and physical recovery as Anitra. Just one of the many perks of being a DragonRider.

Abandoning the spanking for now, she leaned in closer, covering Tiri's body with her own and switching from long thrusts to short, fast jabs while reaching forwards to squeeze and pinch the girl's heavy, swaying tits. "Enjoying the feeling of your sister's cock in you cunt, huh?" She whispered hoarsely into Tiri's ear as she twisted and pulled on the rings piercing her sensitive nipples. "Oh... oh... yes... yes please... I shouldn't, but I do..." Tiriana replied breathlessly between moans, clearly already climbing towards an orgasm.

That was the situation in a nutshell, really, Anitra reflected as she continued thrusting, her own pleasure climbing steadily as well. Tiriana, in becoming a DragonRider, had been freed of many of her human limitations - shame, jealousy, even conscience. Whatever instinctive revulsion might stop your average human - or half-elf - from knowingly boinking a family-member, she now lacked it. However, in another point of differentiation, she had arrived much faster at a conclusion that it had taken a great deal of time and experience for Anitra to reach - namely, that just because she didn't feel bad about something, didn't mean she shouldn't. This, of course, Anitra could only applaud - it was merely inconvenient that Tiri had elected to put 'having hot, sweaty sex with your half-sister' on the list of things she really ought to feel bad about.

As Tiriana began to convulse and groan in orgasmic ecstasy beneath her, Anitra quickly switched her grip from tits to ass, and pulled out - relocating her well-lubricated cockhead to the familiar confines of the girl's tiny, puckered asshole, and letting the pain of the initial, brutal stretching vanish into the general noise of the climax. By the time Tiri began to descend from the orgasmic peaks, Anitra was busily pounding her ass just as forcefully as she had pounded her pussy, and was drawing close to her own orgasm... while also resuming the steady, open-handed spanking that was starting to leave red hand-prints on the half-elf's pale skin.

The load of hot, if entirely infertile, cum that Anitra soon blasted into the dark depths of Tiriana's asshole was only the first of several. The 'standard stakes' of their sparring-matches was, in essence, 'an hour'. An hour during which the winner could do whatever she wanted with the loser. Plenty of time for Anitra to apply the eternally-hard cock summoned by the Ring of Priap to each of her sister's orifices a few times over - indeed, by the time she'd gone through all the usual positions, there was still enough time left for her to remove the ring and enjoy a nice, relaxed pussy-licking, watching her little sister's black-haired head bob between her thighs while she occasionally dealt out stern raps on the buttocks with the flat of her recollected blade if she felt that Tiri's enthusiasm was flagging - or if she seemed to be slowing down the masturbation-practice she'd been ordered to carry out simultaneously.

By the time the hour ran out, they were both far sweatier than the earlier sparring-session could account for, piled together naked in a corner of the mat, getting their breath back and relishing the afterglow of the various orgasms they'd both enjoyed. Anitra was casually toying with Tiriana's platinum clit-ring, pondering the way it kept her clitoris from ever disappearing all the way into its hood - for a normal human, this would have been inconvenient to say the least, calling for regular application of some protective oil or other unguent, or else risk losing sensitivity over time. But a DragonRider's superhuman capacity for recovery covered this too, ensuring that Tiri's tiny nub would forever be exposed to the air, yet remain as delicate and sensitive as ever. Perhaps she should consider getting one herself? Drewyn had refused to 'upgrade' her to the same triple-ring setup, stating that the performance remained unsatisfactory, and that he'd be making an entirely new set for her eventually, once he'd gotten some more data on how this version worked... but she could still get a purely decorative one, or even just some other kind of enchanted ring...

"That wasn't really a fair fight, was it?" Tiriana suddenly said, rather wearily, interrupting her train of thought. Glancing up at her, Anitra flashed her little sister a wide grin. "Of course it wasn't. Fights aren't supposed to be fair. Contests, sure. Games, definitely. But a fight, with your life or the lives of others on the line? If you aren't cheating, you're not trying hard enough." Tiri, displaying the level of maturity which had made it so easy for Anitra to mentally pigeonhole her as 'little sister' despite being more than a decade her senior, stuck her tongue out. "Well, if it was a real fight, I'd probably have a Quickening of my own to take advantage of!" She countered, moping a bit - but Anitra still had to give her props for having noticed exactly how she had made it 'unfair' in this particular case.

Giving the clit-ring that her fingers were still intertwined with a slight twist - prompting a moan halfway between pleasure and pain from the young half-elf it was attached to - Anitra just widened her smile. "But you didn't, for this fight - and you paid the price. Lesson learned, I trust! Though, honestly, I'm surprised you haven't tried arriving with a fully-engaged Quickening so far. It's not like I haven't told you how much of a boost we get from it..." Indeed, it had been on her mind for a while - she'd figured that the girl would resort to it after losing a few matches, and had carefully concocted a plan to take advantage of the overconfidence that state inspired in those who weren't used to handling it. But nope, not the slightest hint of a Quickening-boost during any of their sparring-matches so far...

"Ah, well..." Tiriana non-replied, before looking away and trailing off. Anitra's eyes narrowed, and after running her middle finger through the clit-ring, she gave it a sharp upwards tug and held it there - prompting a squeal as Tiri's ass rose from the floor in response. A continued pull forced her to rise precariously on her heels and elbows as her clit was pulled fully out of its hood and stretched painfully. "Stoppit! Leggo!" Tiri cried, as helpless as if she was in a full-body submission-hold - she couldn't take her weight off any of her limbs long enough to try to move or pull away Anitra's hand. "What's going on?" Anitra instead asked, simply holding her hand in place, feeling the stretched-out clit throbbing against the underside of her finger. "Trouble in paradise? Some issue with Slate?"

Tiri hesitated only briefly before answering - her precarious position cutting through her usual reluctance to say anything that could be even remotely interpreted as negative concerning her beloved Lord and Master. It wasn't as if Anitra couldn't understand it - she'd been the same way, after all - but even though Slate seemed to dote on his new rider, he clearly still had some issues to work through... and neither she nor Blake could help him get _over_those issues if they didn't know what they were.

"Milord Slate doesn't like 'butt stuff'..." Tiri thus finally gasped out, her whole body bent upwards like a bow. "He says it's dirty, and that he doesn't want to put his... dick somewhere disgusting like that. He lets me suck him off for a Quickening sometimes, but I'm still a bit clumsy with my mouth, and he says my... cunt feels much better." Even through the uncomfortable position she was in, and her continued hesitation to use words she'd previously been taught were 'dirty', her pride in the last bit still shone through.

Sighing, Anitra lowered her hand again, letting Tiriana relax onto the floor once more - and not, she noticed, immediately grabbing her older sister's hand to move it somewhere safer. Instead, like a good submissive, she meekly waited for Anitra to extricate her finger from the clit-ring, and only then cupped her groin, groaning, as the stretched-out clit pulled itself together again. "Well, I suppose even dragons can have silly hangups like that..." Anitra stated in the meantime, pondering the issue. It wasn't just_robbing her dear little sister of the delicious pain-and-pleasure combo that a draconic ass-fucking would bring her, after all - while oral certainly _was an option in a pinch, anal was usually the fastest way to kickstart a quickening.

The solution, however, was quite simple on reflection. Pushing herself up, Anitra deftly grabbed Tiriana and flipped her over on her stomach - prompting an exclamation of surprise - before swiftly diving down to her still-jiggling ass and pulling apart the two hefty spheres. Damn but she wished she had an ass like that! Motherhood had helped grow her chest, but it hadn't done anything for her booty, alas. Putting aside this envy, she dove into the valley and teased her sister's wrinkled sphincter with her tongue, feeling the taut muscle relax under its touch - pushing inside with relative ease, helped no doubt by the fact that she'd been pounding that very same hole mere minutes ago. Now that she thought about it, it had been delightfully tight, and she knew firsthand that even a DragonRider's inhuman elasticity couldn't prevent _some_loosening in that area from regular anal action of a draconic scale.

Tiriana emitted a gasp that segued smoothly into a moan as she felt Anitra's practiced tongue push deeper inside her ass, teasing both the sphincter and the first half-inch of sensitive intestine with its gyrations. She made no actual protests or objections though, Anitra noted, despite the hour already being officially up. After finishing up the delivery of a brief but thorough rimjob, she raised her head with a grin, a string of drool briefly connecting her tongue to the asshole it had just vacated before she withdrew it in order to explain her actions. "I've yet to meet anyone, be it man, woman, dragon, human or otherwise, who didn't enjoy a good rimjob. Treat Slate to a few, dear sister, and I bet you he'll change his tune on 'butt stuff' in short order!"

Releasing her grip on Tiri's bulbous ass with a final, double-handed smack, she sat back and let her little sister pick herself off the floor. "I'm not sure I could do it that well..." Tiriana finally replied, once she'd managed to shake off the pleasure that Anitra's tongue had inflicted on her and gotten up, sitting cross-legged now. Anitra gave her a flat look. "I know you taught me during the flight!" Tiriana quickly continued. "But that was... somewhat brief, and besides, dragons have rather different, umm, holes than humans, right? Or than humanoids in general, I suppose."

This much, Anitra had to grant. A dragon's tailhole was basically a gap between two of the wide scale-plates that covered their underbellies - almost diamond-shaped when puckered. A rather different proposition than a humanoid's round sphincter lodged between meaty butt-cheeks, to be sure. "Fair enough... so basically, you just need to practice giving rimjobs to dragons, until you're skilled enough to give Slate a good experience of it, right?" Anitra declared brightly and jumped up, looking around for all the pieces of her discarded armor. "Slate's still spending most of his day taking lessons, right? Put your underbling back on - there's someone I want to introduce you to."

Topace was a bulky, brown-scaled dragon - bulky, that was, even by the standards of his muscular, flightless kin. Anitra had first made his acquaintance shortly after moving to the Utopia, when she'd been looking to indulge herself in a large number of draconic sexual partners, without too much in the way of frills or complications. The brown dragons had been the obvious place to go to for that - with browns having a notably casual attitude towards sex even _outside_of the Utopia, and taking it even further within it.

Of course, while elsewhere the brown dragons were often looked down on and bullied by their supposed 'betters' for a myriad of foolish reasons, the Utopia had come to rely on them greatly - their sturdy digging-claws provided housing in the crater-rim for those dragons who wished to live outside of the central castle and, of course, they labored daily in the mines beneath it, unearthing the endless supply of precious stones and metals that they held. Topace, meanwhile, was one of the most respected of his kin, being the effective Foreman of the mines - managing the teams, ensuring that all tunnels were stable, and overseeing the planned collapsing of exhausted shafts so that the strange magic at play under the Utopia could reseed the ground with more riches.

He greeted the two DragonRiders placidly, grinning at Anitra. "Been a while! You come back for another 'vacation'?" He asked, winking at her. She returned his grin, reaching up to caress the underside of his powerful, square jaw. "Not this time, big boy... but I did want to introduce you to my little sister here!" Tiriana politely introduced herself when prompted, for all that there wasn't likely to be any dragons in the Utopia who hadn't heard her name already. Topace looked her over with an assessing eye - which, unsurprisingly, lingered at her generous top and bottom. "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am..."

Anitra, ignoring Tiriana's deepening blush, then explained the basics of the situation. "...so I figured, hey, maybe some of your boys - and girls - could help her get in some practice, eh? I mean, I assume my old spot in the break-room is still available..." Topace did indeed figure that some of his boys and girls - both genders of brown dragons being equally muscular and adept at digging - might be interested in helping a DragonRider with her rimjob-practice. And the location was, indeed, still available.

It was a nice little place in the middle of a cave near the entrance to the mines, where the brown dragons often socialized before and after their shifts, chatting and not infrequently mating with their fellows. Anitra had spent many long hours on her hands and knees there, getting mounted by an endless succession of well-hung browns as each shift came and went, until poor, neglected Direza had shown up to pull her out of her pleasure-daze. It even featured a trough for cum runover, carved from the stone itself! Very convenient.

Tiriana shortly found herself kneeling there while Topace carefully carved a sign into the rock wall above her with his diamond-hard claws - 'Rimjob Station'. "It'll be, what, three hours or so before Slate's done with his usual practice-sessions, right?" Anitra elaborated. "So you might as well use that time properly. Some advice to get you started: Make good use of your hands to spread the scale-plates so you can get your face in there properly!" Behind her, a small band of brown dragons had already rallied to watch the arrangements being made with eager interest, with several of them grinned broadly at this candid suggestion. "And if you don't feel like you've quite got it yet by then, hey, just come back here tomorrow... and the day after, and after that, and so on until you feel ready to treat Slate to the fruits of your labors!"

Anitra left the mines with a spring in her step, after having watched the first couple of browns back their wide posteriors up to Tiriana for the promised rimjob. Despite her obvious embarrassment, the girl had failed to mount any real protest - whether due to still being a bit dazed by the earlier pleasures they'd shared and therefore in a suitably submissive mindset, or just sheer eagerness to build up a skill that might please her beloved Slate. Either way, now that she'd gotten started, Anitra had no doubts that she'd see it through - and would, indeed, spend several days in that break-room, rimming hundreds of sweaty, draconic assholes before she felt she was ready to try her skills on the one who really mattered to her. Hopefully, the final result would be the required shift in Slate's attitudes...

Her fine mood, however, took a downturn when she arrived back at the Champion's Quarters to find her own beloved pacing - something she could honestly not recall ever seeing him do before. A glance towards the children's corner reassured her that there was no problems there, beside regular-issue baby fussiness, which Melora was currently expertly dealing with, rocking a baby on each arm and murmuring quietly to them. She looked up the instant she heard the door opening, however, and the relief on her face confirmed that she, too, had noted Blake's unusual behavior, but presumably not felt comfortable questioning him about it.

Anitra, needless to say, felt no compunctions about doing exactly that. Stepping up smoothly, she gave him a wave and a grin. "Hey, lover! I just had a lovely session with Tiriana. What've _you_been up to, then?" Their telepathic bond wasn't offering her any answers, even now that she was paying attention - without an ongoing communication, all she could get from it was a vague sense of unease and uncertainty. Glancing down at her, a look of relief flashed across Blake's reptilian face before it went studiously blank, and he shrugged. "Nothing much, just... thinking. About things."

The pacing, however, stopped, and he headed towards his nest to settle down there while Anitra's eyes narrowed behind him. What was going on? It almost seemed like he was hoping for her to resolve whatever was troubling him, but at the same time he didn't seem to want to_admit_ to this - hence why he hadn't simply called on her instead of pacing around waiting for her to return from her errands. It wasn't like him at all. "What kind of things?" she thus swiftly followed up, as she joined him in the nest - leaning casually against his flank as she had so many other times before.

She could thus feel as well as hear his sigh. "Things like... this whole 'doing good' idea you've been trying out for a while now. I've been trying to wrap my head around it, but it's like... like when you've got something right on the tip of your tongue but can't quite bring it to mind, you know?" Her eyebrows, safely out of sight, ratcheted up. She was well aware that Blake had mostly gone along with her decision to try and act more heroic - and even go out of his way to make up for damage done during their earlier, wilder years - out of love for her and a general, relaxed, 'go-with-the-flow' attitude he'd developed since attaining his original goal of finding a safe, comfortable place where they could live together. The fact that he was starting to consider morality on his own was enheartening! But it also didn't seem likely to have happened spontaneously.

"Something happen?" Was thus the obvious next question. Blake hesitated for a moment, then sighed again and nodded. "The Utopia had an unusual visitor today. I got a look at him, though he, fortunately, did not see me. A gold dragon from a large dragonhome. He was offering to, essentially, 'defect' to us along with his entire family. Golds hold a lot of prestige, you know - even here, but much moreso in regular dragonhomes. Most dragons still think of the Utopia, if they have heard of it at all, as a nest of depraved heretics who have forsaken the way of life that Takharsis set out for them at their creation. A respected gold switching sides would jar that thinking a lot, and considering the arcane might a single gold can wield, adding a whole family of them to the Utopia would also materially increase our ability to project military or magical power..."

"So what's the catch?" Anitra interjected when Blake paused. He barked a laugh with a bitter edge to it. "Oh, nothing much. Only, the offer was conditioned on the Utopia's famed library and growing selection of alchemists, sages and healers being able to provide some kind of cure for his daughter... whose whole body had, apparently, been thoroughly and indelibly scarred by, as he put it, 'a ruthless and monstrous rapist'." Anitra blinked, then winced with recognition. Of course, it wasn't unthinkable that there were two young female golden dragons with extensive scarring all across her body out there somewhere, but considering how rare golds were in the first place, it seemed unlikely. "Lucky indeed that he didn't spot you..." she muttered. Sighing again, Blake nodded. "Yes, that could have gotten... ugly. Fortunately, for obvious reasons, he clearly had no particular interest in requesting an audience with the 'Champion', and the other members of the council obviously assumed that his barely-restrained distaste when the subject was raised was solely based on the usual prejudices against blacks. He never actually told them that it was a black dragon who raped his daughter - presumably considering it a sore subject - and obviously has no idea that the black-scaled 'Champion of the Utopia' is the very same black dragon he previously crossed claws and spells with along with his mate."

Anitra couldn't suppress a shudder as she remembered that battle - not that she actually knew much in the way of details, having never pressed Blake about it. It had been rather traumatic for her, after all, since the circumstances of the opening skirmish had led her to believe that her beloved Blake had been slain - while, in truth, it had simply descended into a lengthy battle that had raged for days across miles of mountainous terrain as Blake desperately fought for his life against two enraged golds - before finally getting the better of them and, exhausted, simply forced them to give up on their revenge and leave him be rather than kill them. In spite of that, it was unlikely that the gold in question would have thanked him for that mercy, if they had unexpectedly come face-to-face again.

"So... what did the council say to his offer?" She asked, after a minute or so of silence as Blake, no doubt, remembered that desperate struggle from his own perspective. He shrugged. "Well, they told him that they'd pass the question around and plumb the depths of the library in search of a solution... but even he could tell that they weren't hopeful, and he clearly wasn't holding his breath as he left. I joined them for the rest of the meeting - having waited outside the room until the gold left, eavesdropping - and the general consensus was that it was highly unlikely we'd be able to find a solution that the gold would accept."

"It's really that hard to fix some scarring? With all the magic and alchemy gathered here?" Anitra asked, somewhat surprised. Not that she didn't remember the victim in question - or just how heavily that young, female gold had been scarred by Blake's claws. She hadn't thought anything of it at the time - riding high on a Quickening provided by none other than the legendary Greatest Vampire to have Ever Existed, Kain, she had indeed been eager to join in and take advantaged of the tortured girl's submissive acquiescence. Still, terrible though the scarring had been, magic and alchemy could make miracles happen, she'd seen that much firsthand...

Blake grumbled as he replied. "It really is, at least for a gold. Of all dragons - barring us blacks - they have the strongest magical resistance. That means everything from salves to spells would find it difficult to do much of anything to one of them, nevermind the level of repair that she would require. Indeed, as your own dear Direza can attest, the one thing that magical healing finds the hardest to deal with in general, is things that have already healed - whether it's magical healing done inexpertly or with insufficient power, or just nature taking its course. Scar-tissue in general is just highly difficult to deal with. Combine the two factors, and you face something that even the most miraculous of healing-magics wouldn't be able to accomplish. Perhaps the outright power of a god, directly applied... but we don't exactly have one of those on tap."

Anitra nodded slowly, and her eyes briefly met with Direza's. The drow was busying herself with some general housekeeping, dusting the rack of various sexual toys and tools that covered most of one wall, but she'd paused when she heard her name. She shared a brief, reassuring smile with her mistress before resuming her work. It wasn't that long ago that she had suffered the consequences of that particular shortcoming of magical healing herself, indeed - when her womb had been torn beyond use and recognition by the vengeful Bull-God, Sargonnas. Forced to do a quick, inexpert job of healing the damage before the blood-loss killed her, there was now nothing that could be done to repair her womb or restore it to fertility.

She didn't say anything for a while after that, and eventually, Blake continued unprompted. "...at the time, you know, I thought it was just a bit of fun. Ruining one of those arrogant golds... I never told you, I think, but my earliest memory, blurry though it is, is of my parents pleading with a gold to be allowed to keep me. Not for good, of course - they just wanted to give me enough time for my wings to dry, and to let me eat the first meal they had prepared for their hatchling, before I was thrown out into the wilderness to fend for myself. The gold was the head of the dragonhome, I suppose - they usually take charge, being what they are - and he told them to stuff it. So out I went, left to hunt down my first meal on my own, before my wings had even dried enough to carry me."

There was a well-aged bitterness in his voice - one that no amount of acceptance or reverence the Utopia poured on him could fully erase. The bitterness, however, seemed to leak out as he sighed again. "Point is, seeing those golden scales crack beneath my claws, knowing that the marks I left on her would remain there forever, it seemed like just revenge at the time. Later, when her parents came after me, I was honestly surprised - why would they risk their lives fighting a fully-grown black, when nothing they could possibly do to me would change what had happened? When, if anything, it was more likely to leave their daughter scarred and orphaned? But... that's the thing. I get it, now. If anything happened to Jet, I'd want revenge, too, even if it meant risking my life. I'd be enraged, incensed, filled with hatred for whoever did it... so, I understand how they felt, now. And... I guess that means I kind of regret what I did to her back then. Aurelia."

He sounded more bemused than regretful, Anitra noted - the very concept of 'feeling bad' about his actions was still strange and alien to him. "I get it..." she replied. "And I think it's pretty understandable. I rather regret my part in it, too, come to that." Well, inasmuch as she could regret things. The pangs of conscience that might have assailed her when she was fully human had been lost in the transformation into a DragonRider, but she could still conclude that she _shouldn't_have done it, and resolve not to do it again. Or even to try and _un_do it, but... "It's just a shame that, in this case, there doesn't seem to be much we can do about it."

Blake nodded, grimacing. "Exactly. I was reminded of the time we flew back to Mirage City to check in on that girl... uhh... I forgot her name, but she'd gotten hurt because of us, and we brought her some salve that fixed it. I kind of feel like, hey, it'd be nice to take_Aurelia_ some salve that'd fix everything, but since no such salve exists... bah." Anitra, for her part, held her tongue. She was pretty sure that even if they did have a salve that could fix the scars, it wouldn't fix everything for that battered gold. The traumatic loss of her virginity, the torture and humiliation... the physical scars would be only half of it.

Meanwhile, Blake seemed to be thinking along a parallel track, going exactly the other direction. "Well... even if there's nothing to be done about the scars, maybe I could just make it up to her?" He asked, sounding genuinely thoughtful. While Anitra blinked in confusion, he gamely carried on. "I mean, this whole 'hero' thing you've got going on is all about helping those in need, right? Maybe she's got some kind of problem we could help her out with. They say two wrongs don't make one right, but presumably one right and one wrong makes a zero, at least. Or... something?" She could hear the sudden hesitation in his voice - he was on decidedly unfamiliar ground, and whether due to her silence or sensing her confusion over their telepathic link, he was stumbling a bit.

She quickly tamped down her chagrin. The idea of doing some sort of favor for the young gold, which would 'make up' for being raped, tortured and humiliated - and permanently scarred across virtually her entire body, which as previously noted, they couldn't do jack about - was downright hilarious in its sheer absurdity. Even seeing_her tormentor again would likely throw her into trauma-induced catatonia or perhaps a murderous, yet ultimately suicidal, fury. But... this was _Blake, and for all that she loved him dearly, she also knew that he was, in essence, a monster. Capable of acts of shocking ruthlessness and violence, entirely lacking any driving conscience, and concerned only for himself and the tiny - yet growing - number of other beings he had come to care for on some level or another. Three, maybe four, at this point - depending on whether one assumed that he had any particular care for Direza's existence, other than as an extension of Anitra caring about her. Anyone else, he'd rob, rape or slaughter given a halfway decent reason, and never lose a minute of sleep over it.

For him to actually feel something that could be loosely interpreted as 'regret', let alone stating an intent to try and undo past misdeeds, was huge. She didn't want to discourage that by telling him that his idea was ridiculous. Ultimately, even if this attempt at reconciliation with his past victim proved a failure - which it almost certainly would - the journey itself could be valuable for him. And at least that way, if he had to learn that some mistakes couldn't be so easily erased, it wouldn't be coming from her. So, taking a careful handle on her emotions, she cleared her throat and nodded. "Well, it might be worth a shot - other than her parents being desperate to find a way to heal her scars, we don't really know anything about her current situation, after all. She could very well be in need of help with some entirely separate matter!"

Blake nodded eagerly, seizing on the idea and confirming to Anitra that she'd made the right choice in encouraging him. After reaching the Utopia, she had felt a certain lingering boredom - the natural consequences of having spent years on a grand quest, then finishing_it and having nothing to do. During their travels, they'd been_driven, searching for a goal that might not even truly exist - and losing that drive had been draining. She had managed to rediscover it in her curiosity about the origins of the black dragons and their riders, and in her, at times, awkward wrestling with morality, but Blake had never shared either - only going along with them because he wanted to see her happy. Seeing him enthusiastic again - driven to attain a goal, however impossible - was a delight. Meanwhile, Direza and Melora exchanged a glance and a subtle nod across the room - both entirely aware of what had just passed.

Of course, once you had a purpose, the next step was to figure out how to reach it. "Well, obviously, we need to ask her - Aurelia - herself. Nobody else would truly know what problems she might be dealing with..." Blake ascertained. "Probably true, but how do we get to her? We don't know where her den is, but it definitely IS inside a major dragonhome - a place where neither of us is likely to be welcome." Anitra replied, pondering the issue herself. Since she'd made up her mind to support Blake in this, whatever the final result might be, there was nothing for it but to join him in brainstorming the best approach. Maybe one of the dragons they had a close relationship to, like Cerulea, the blue who was so usefully addicted to Blake's cock, could be convinced to visit Aurelia on their accord? But even assuming that a plain old blue could get a chance to meet a young gold alone like that, did they really want anyone in the Utopia to catch wind of Blake's past misdeeds? It was pretty clear, after all, that none of the idealistic dragons had any real concept of what their 'heroes' had actually done on the great quest that had earned them their freedom.

"First things first..." Was Blake's conclusion. "Let's see if I can find out where she actually lives and then take it from there. I'll check with the intelligence service. Chances are, they're already checking up on it, just to make sure that the gold actually_does_ have a badly-scarred daughter, and isn't some agent provocateur..." With that, he left the chambers, leaving Anitra to wonder whether she'd made the right choice.

The next couple of weeks passed quietly enough, and the topic of 'making things up' to the unfortunate Aurelia was not immediately raised again. The alchemists of the Utopia continued to be all in a tizzy as they researched the recently-captured Black Slime, finding many fascinating new things to do with its various excretions - even Blake got in on the act, browsing a couple of tomes from the Library of the Perverse that had mention of it. Tiriana, according to Topace, dutifully spent at least three to five hours per day - depending on how busy her schedule otherwise was - in the brown dragons' break-room, thoroughly tonguing every asshole that was presented to her, and steadily improving.

The first couple of days, she'd steadfastly refused several offers from the male browns to return the favor by provide her with the ass-fucking and resulting Quickening she was so sorely missing at home. Every day after the third, however, she'd invariably left the break-room walking a bit funny, but clearly full of energy all the same. Getting regularly ass-reamed by a dozen or so browns, however, clearly hadn't reduced her eagerness to get the same from her beloved Slate - and when checking in with Topace, Anitra was gratified to hear that the 'education' she'd given her dear little sister during her formative, sexual experiences had stuck. Without prompting or request, she'd readily licked clean every last heavily-textured brown dragon cock after it had finished pounding her asshole...

Predicting that, at some point, Blake would receive the intelligence he'd requested, and they'd probably wind up flying off somewhere, Anitra also used the time to make preparations for a fresh 'challenge' for Direza that she'd long planned, mostly just wanting her to fully recover from the whole cum-pickling debacle before she sprang further degradation on her. It proved a touch challenging to find an alchemist who wasn't preoccupied experimenting with a tiny lump of jiggling black goo, but the fact that she went_personally_ rather than sending her servant - wouldn't do to spoil the 'surprise' after all! - helped some, and soon she had the requested potion in hand.

The recipe had, of course, come from a particularly filthy book found in the Library of the Perverse - and it was one of the good_kinds of alchemical potion, the kind which made permanent, though usually reversible, changes to a living being's physiology, eliminating any worries about when it'd expire. Figuring that having things already well off the ground before she had to go harrying off with Blake, she decided not to waste any time and presented it to Direza with the air of a gift. The drow looked understandably nervous as she accepted it - understandable, really, considering how hard things had been for her _last time her merciful mistress had introduced the fruits of alchemy into their play. But being a good and obedient submissive, she nonetheless downed the potion without protest - and, indeed, without asking what it would do to her.

The immediate effects were nasty stomach-cramps and abdominal pains lasting nearly an hour. Unpleasant, but nothing she couldn't weather. When they had passed, and the potion had finished doing its job - rearranging a few crucial details of her digestive system - Anitra pulled the unresistant dark elf down between her legs and explained her new circumstances. "You know, the long flight we shared recently reminded me of how, during the later stages of my pregnancy, you faithfully drank down every last drop of my hot piss whenever needed, to save me from the inconvenience of waddling to the toilet..." she opened, and simultaneously relaxed her bladder to provide Direza with a rather pertinent mouthful of sour piss.

While the drow eagerly gulped it down - it was a duty she'd come to enjoy, after all, since it made her feel close to and _needed_by her beloved mistress - Anitra continued. "It strikes me as a very suitable sort of work for you, you know... being a living urinal, I mean. Every time I smell fresh piss on your breath, it reminds me of just what kind of low-down, donkey-rimming gutter-whore I have for a personal servant." A delighted shudder went through Direza at these harsh words, and her tongue began to caress Anitra's slit even as she continued to drink down the steady stream, her lips forming a watertight seal against her mistress' pussy.

"But, there's always been certain... limitations attached to that particular duty. With regards to your health and such." Anitra finished, as her piss-stream began to dwindle. "Until now, that is. The potion you just drank rearranged and enhanced the parts of your body that deal with getting rid of impurities. Excess waste-materials past a certain point will, essentially, be routed to your intestines instead of your bladder - and your ability to handle such waste has been greatly increased." She held Direza's head where it was, as the drow dutifully cleaned the last few drops of piss off her labia with her tongue. "What that means is that you can now consume an arbitrary amount of piss without ill effect. Congratulations! I hereby name you as the Champion's Quarters' official urinal."

Direza's eyes widened as the exact implications of that title was made clear to her. She would, from now on - and until Anitra decided it wasn't amusing anymore - consume every last drop of piss_that was produced by the room's residents. Not just Anitra's, thus, but also her friend Melora's and, of course _Blake's... which would outstrip all other sources by a significant margin in terms of sheer quantity. A sign was mounted over the toilet, reading 'Solid waste only - for liquid waste, see official Urinal'. The rule, of course, also included any incidental visitors... and Direza herself. The only residents excluded were Jet and young Mel, since neither were potty-trained yet. And also, perhaps, a bit too young to start engaging in such perverted practices yet. Furthermore, since she'd be getting plenty of hydration this way, she would be barred from drinking anything else, be it water, wine, or otherwise, for as long as she occupied that role.

Just handling an entire bladderful of Blake's piss was the first major challenge. On Anitra's request, he made sure to call on her regularly, without waiting until said organ was entirely full - but even so, the quantities that poured from his soft cock were enough to leave Direza's stomach bloated with piss. Any spillage was, of course, severely punished - starting with her licking it off the floor, nest, or whatever else it had fallen on, while repeatedly apologizing for her clumsiness and for being an incompetent urinal. The client then received a complimentary, ten-minute rimjob by way of compensation - and worst of all, from her perspective at least, if she had more than one such mishap during the day, she'd be barred from her beloved mistress' room and bed for the night... forced to instead sleep in the ill-smelling toilet-room, wrapped only in a thin blanket, in order to 'reflect on her shortcomings as a urinal' by spending time with a more competent specimen.

Her ability to gulp down gallons of piss thus rapidly improved, by way of strong motivation - but at the same time, the consequences of her new 'diet' quickly showed themselves. Her body did, indeed, seem to deal with the excess impurities - but only after a certain point. Which meant that her own piss still turned starkly yellow, extremely sour and acidic, and particularly pungent. Indeed, to avoid inflicting this stench on anyone else, the initial practice of her simply peeing in a bowl was soon abandoned - and instead, an old toy was repurposed. A lengthy tube of glass that had been alchemically treated to be tough and flexible, almost like see-through leather, was mounted to a thin, hollow urethral dildo, and the other end set in a mouthpiece. Every time her own bladder filled, she was thus forced to put in the mouthpiece and gently push the carefully-lubricated dildo into her delicate peehole - before watching the near-orange piss flow up through the glass tube to pour across her wincing tongue without bothering anyone else.

Of course, all the impurities had to go somewhere - namely, her poop. The result, thus, was the added humiliation of having loud and extremely smelly diarrhea every day, which also served to make her occasional nighttime stays in the toilet-room _extra_unpleasant. A collar, hung with a large pendant emblazoned with the nigh-universal symbol of available toilet-facilities, meanwhile, capped off her new duties. She was forbidden from ever taking it off, and while her cloak - which would, of course, transform into exposing lingerie and bondage-gear at a single command-word - could hide it, its weight around her neck was a constant reminder.

But when she'd been a good urinal, and drunk down every last drop that was offered to her, she got to sleep in the mistress' bed, with her head lodged right between the mistress' legs - ready to put her mouth to good use should she need to relieve herself during the night, and to gulp down her strong and flavorful first morning piss at waking-time. Smelling the sweet scent of Anitra's pussy through the night gave her vivid and perverted dreams... and whenever she was ordered onto her hands and knees so that her beloved mistress could toy with her pussy and ass - with fingers, dildos, or the Ring of Priap - 'without having to smell your disgusting toilet-breath, pissmop', she came hard and frequently.

Direza's new humiliations were thus already well-established when Blake returned from a council-meeting sparkling with excitement. "New intel just arrived, about Aurelia's dragonhome!" He declared without preamble, quickly focusing Anitra's attention. She'd allowed herself to settle back into the daily grind over the past couple of weeks, but she hadn't forgotten, and seeing Blake so fired up again only served to remind her of why she was going along with this seemingly doomed pursuit.

The intel was swiftly shared, and fairly comprehensive. Not all of the Utopia's agents were disguised Rakshasa, after all. They also maintained a fair few scaly and winged 'informants' in the various dragonhomes across the continent - many of them dragons or children_of dragons originally born in the Utopia, who had left while the wall still stood, and thus been unable to return. Some had returned to the Utopia when they heard about the wall falling - or rather, a gate being opened in it... but others had proven to be more useful right where they were, keeping an eye on the dragonhomes they had integrated into in the meantime. After all, the united Utopia was powerful enough that about the only credible threat to it - at least in terms of direct, military action - game from _other dragons. Hardly an unthinkable proposition, either, since they were technically heretics.

In this case, an informant in the Wide Skies Plateau Dragonhome had been contacted, and returned a report concerning Aurelia and her parents, who resided there. For the benefit of the rest of the Council, it confirmed that the gold dragon who'd appealed to them earlier indeed_did_ have a heavily-scarred daughter and, for Blake's benefit, a lot more details were provided. Aurelia was, apparently, living effectively as a hermit - in a den at the outskirts of the plateau which she never, ever left. Many of the local dragons had seen what she looked like during her original return from the hidden island mausoleum of the Golden Knight, when she was carried back home on her father's back, torn wings still unable to carry her - since then, however, she'd remained hidden. Indeed, she didn't seem to want _any_kind of company, leaving her parents to nest right next to her, watching her den like hawks at all times, and leaving food for her just inside the entrance. "Promising!" Blake declared rather optimistically, in Anitra's measured opinion. "Getting her alone to hash this out won't be a problem, then!"

Of course, getting to her was another matter. Even the vague idea of disguising Blake as a green dragon with a coat of paint - the size would be a match, though many details such as his horns and the shape of his tail-tip would be likely to give him away - was obviously unworkable since apparently, nobody got to see Aurelia these days, not even her own parents. "I can certainly understand why they're so desperate to find a way to heal her scars!" Anitra declared, wondering why Blake wasn't showing any signs of losing hope. After all, locked away as she was, what 'assistance' could she possibly need other than the one they couldn't provide - the one that would allow her to face the world once more?

Somehow, however, Blake remained blithely optimistic, throwing a few ideas for reaching his mark around, before finally settling on a workable one. "The den... the report has the exact location of it. It really is on the outskirts, right up against the plateau's outer edge. What if someone were to tunnel into it, through the bedrock of the plateau itself? Or even from further away, through the ground, to avoid detection by the other dragons... a skilled brown could probably do it, though not quietly!" Not quietly indeed, which was kind of a sticky point - as was the issue of not letting any of the Utopia's dragons in on Aurelia and Blake's past.

But once the idea had been broached, the solution swiftly arose in Anitra's mind. "Umberto could probably do it!" It took some explaining for Blake to remember Umberto - the Umber Hulk that Anitra had provided that stylish name to, after he turned up to help them during the fight with the DragonSlayers. During their original meeting, as they escaped from the bloodied sands of Commorragh's Grand Arena, she had noticed how swiftly and quietly he could tunnel, even through solid rock. She wasn't sure if he could make a tunnel wide enough to fit Blake's significant bulk, but if nothing else, he could definitely get her safely and quietly into Aurelia's den. And they knew just where to find him - back at the Valley of Wonder, making an honest living alongside some other old friends!

Based on this, a quick plan was hashed out - they'd fly to the Valley of Wonder, convince Umberto to come out of retirement for one last heist, then bring him along to the Wide Skies Plateau Dragonhome where he'd create a tunnel from some safely distant hiding-spot to Aurelia's den, whether it be big enough for both of them or just for Anitra. Beyond that, well, that would take care of itself, apparently, according to Blake's optimistic attitude. However, one thing that was clear was that they wouldn't be picking any fights. If something went south in the middle of a dragonhome, running away was both the only and best option, whether it be through a tunnel they could easily collapse behind themselves, or across the skies where no other dragons could match a Black for sheer speed.

That, however, meant traveling light. Which meant leaving both of their favorite servants at home to mind the metaphorical hearth. Melora and Direza looked only slightly downcast at this message - with Melora, in particular, having clearly accepted that she wouldn't be going off on any more adventures until the kids were big enough to either look after themselves or travel along. Of course, leaving the two of them behind also, usually, meant giving them something to _do_in their master-and-mistress' absence.

For Anitra, this was a relatively easy task, seeing as she'd been preparing the ground for weeks. Direza had settled into her new role as a living urinal - now it was time to take it to another level. Her original plan had involved calling on some of her draconic friends to assist... but a recent encounter had offered a new and even greater possibility. She'd encountered Tiffany somewhat by chance during an errand, and the two had gotten to chatting - with Anitra letting her old friend know that she'd finally gotten around to sampling Keltinor's impressive array of man-meat, before Tiffany provided an intriguing surprise.

Apparently, a short while ago, she'd snuck into the stables near the main marketplace again, as she did from time to time to get in some of that irresistible, bestial lovin' from the donkeys and mules what were kept there. She'd done that a fair few times before, but this time she'd messed up - and been caught with her panties down by the stable-manager. Or, her complete lack_of panties, rather. _Fortunately, he hadn't thrown _too_much of a fit and, after a bit of explaining - and the flashing of her Free Lovers ring - she'd managed to hash out a bargain with him. She could visit the stable as she pleased and amuse herself with the critters, in return for deepthroating his rather impressive cock and swallowing his load every time she came by.

After hearing of this, she'd queried Blake about the reach and limitations of the Control Animal spell he'd recently learned and demonstrated, and hashed out a plan that would keep Direza good and busy. She explained this plan to her increasingly wide-eyed submissive as she packed what little she'd bring for this journey. Every morning, Direza would have to head down to the stables, provide the stablemaster with the requisite deep-throating for entry, and then proceed to drain the bladder of every creature there. Blake had layered a Control-spell over the whole stables which should affect every animal kept there overnight, and which was likely to last until they returned thanks to the sky-high ambient magic of the Utopia. This spell would prevent any of the stable's residents from peeing during the night, and indeed they could not do so in the morning either, until the right trigger was provided.

This trigger, as it happened, was a rimjob. So, for each donkey, mule, or occasional horse, stallion or mare, Direza would have to apply her tongue to their tailholes for a minute or two, until the piss started flowing - then quickly dive underneath to drink it all down. If she had to tale a break at some point before finishing the whole stables - which were, admittedly, not that big, unless you were looking to swallow the bladder-contents of its every resident or something - she was further obligated to 'occupy' the next creature in line until she had recovered, by letting it mount her if male, or by providing tongue-and-fingers pleasure if it was a mare. Should she have to leave her duties altogether at some point - to, say, visit the stable's toilet-facilities - she would have to provide such services for every creature she kept waiting for her with an uncomfortably full bladder.

Of course, the stables were in use throughout the day, with new pack-animals arriving or stabled ones being taken back out for the return-trip down the mountain - but the stablemaster had agreed to provide a warning before any customers entered, providing Direza with enough time to hide herself beforehand. It helped that there was a fair bit of paperwork involved in using the stable, just to make sure that you got your own donkey back, and not another one which might be more, or less, valuable. The visiting merchants, after all, still cared about coin!

However, that constant churn provided its own dangers - for if an animal was taken out of the stables with its bladder still full, it would naturally relieve itself as soon as it escaped the spell's threshold - on the stones outside, much to the annoyance of the owner and any passersby. The stablemaster would make note of every time this happened... and report this number to Anitra upon her return. "A few such incidents are probably inevitable. Any less than five, and I will be genuinely impressed by your performance! Up to ten, well, that much is still acceptable. Anything beyond that, and you _will_be punished." She left the exact nature of this punishment up in the air, where Direza's imagination could play with it - though it was partially because she hadn't come up with a good punishment yet, and hoped she might not have to.

As for Melora, well, Blake had plans for her, too - and as had happened once or twice, he'd managed to completely upstage Anitra in the process. She didn't mind, though, especially since she had her own tangential involvement in those plans this time. What Blake unveiled before Melora's wide eyes and suddenly-dry lips was a custom-built, clearly enchanted torture-device that had been delivered only the day before - its completion having been somewhat delayed by a last-minute change he'd requested after seeing Anitra begin to train Direza as a dedicated urinal.

The purpose of the device wasn't immediately clear, seeing as it was in several pieces, most of them resembling curved sections of cage, although sharp teeth along the inside of those curves provided some hints. "I ordered this made after you were gifted your own, personal Ring of Priap..." he declared, with a vicious smile curling his reptilian lips. "A very thoughtful gift from a dear friend of yours... though the fact that you accepted it without seeking your master's permission was what gave me the idea of making it the centerpiece of what will no doubt be one of the most _agonizing_experiences of your life. So, by all means... put the ring on, and I will begin mounting you with your new adornment."

Obedient and only slightly shaky, Melora complied, and with the silver ring adorning her finger - notably more ornately carved than the original, which was perhaps unsurprising considering its origins - her loins were once again crowned by a thick, majestic horse-cock, fully erect. Then, claws outstretched and eyes narrowed in concentration, Blake began to levitate the fragments of his new torture-device, bringing them together around the hard shaft. A loose metal tube, like a long, cylindrical cage, formed around Melora's horsecock, the inside of each segment covered in tiny, saw-tooth spikes that probably wouldn't break the skin, but which would certainly add a lot of discomfort. As each segment was slotted into place, it magically and seamlessly merged with its neighbors, becoming a whole and unbroken grid - which there soon was no apparent way to remove.

When the tube was completely built, encircling the long shaft from root to the lower edge of the unflared head, a final crown was lowered over it, covering it and ensuring that any attempt to actually _flare_would cause excruciating pain. A small, round hole at the top surrounded her urethral opening, however, and there were still several pieces left. Already in a fair bit of pain no doubt, Melora blanched a bit as the next piece rose into the air before her - a long, smooth metal rod, about as thick as a man's thumb. Anitra helpfully applied a layer of lubricant to it before it was positioned vertically above Melora's caged genitals - and slowly pushed into her urethra. Such play was still fairly new to her and, as far as Anitra knew, that was the thickest thing she'd had inserted into her peehole. The length of the tool ensured that it would fill her dick completely, with its bottom resting somewhere between her balls and her bladder. The thickness also served to push her cock-meat out against its prison even harder, making the taut flesh bulge out of the metal grid's many openings.

The last half of the length, Blake elected to insert by physically pushing it down with one delicate claw, rather than use his magical telekinesis - a move that definitely seemed to increase Melora's enjoyment of the treatment significantly. As it was nudged the last bit down, the tip of the rod merged with the metal cage, and was thus sealed into place. Already, it was clear that the only way to remove the arrangement was to remove the ring, thus causing her magically-summoned cock to disappear altogether... but if she did that, there'd be no way in hell she was getting it back _on_again. Not without serious magic.

Even then, it wasn't over. A large metal ring with another half-ring connecting two points of it, creating a T-shape when viewed from the front, was now lifted. It was plenty big enough to slip over Melora's dangling ball-sack - but as soon as it was in place, it started to rapidly shrink, revealing itself to be a ruthless ball-splitter and general scrotum-pincher. Once its size stabilized, the normally-loose skin of Melora's pouch had been pulled taut, and each of her balls stood out as a stark sphere. A gentle claw on the existing cage-ensemble then pushed it down to be approximately level with the ground, at which point the bottom of it clicked together with the scrotum-pincher, holding it in place, pointing unyieldingly forwards like an exotic battering-ram. Only then were the last set of cage-segments applied - quarter-spheres, these, reminiscent of a carved apple, which now surrounded Melora's tender balls in individual, spherical cages that naturally attached themselves to the ball-splitter.

With Melora's entire tackle thus encased, Blake nodded in satisfaction. "Capital! I trust you will be able to carry on your child-care duties without your adornment getting in the way too much?" Panting slightly, Melora looked down upon her painfully encased cock, and confirmed that yes, she'd be able to work around it. Blake smiled eagerly in response. "Excellent, excellent... looking after my son is and will remain your primary duty, and if an emergency should require it, you can and should remove the Ring of Priap and thus free yourself from the cage. I do expect a satisfying explanation for such a necessity upon my return, however..." His voice left little doubt that finding her uncaged without a satisfying explanation would have dire consequences indeed.

"Now, then, for a quick test-run..." he then continued, and tapped two of his claws together. Immediately, with a startled cry, Melora collapsed writhing upon the floor as her normally strong legs gave out under her. The reason was easy to see. Sparks of magical lightning were arcing through the spherical cages surrounding her testicles, the tip of the metal rod embedded in her urethra was slowly turning red-hot, and the cock-cage itself was swiftly covering itself in rime as its temperature dropped precipitously. A moment later, all three effects ceased, and the masochistic Equus staggered back to her feet, regarding her newest torture-device with respect in her eyes.

Blake chuckled at her reaction. "A familiar enchantment, though even more effective when all three are used at once, no? These effects will trigger at random intervals, starting out quite mild... but the more time passes, the more severe the effects will get, the longer they will last, and the more often they will intrude upon you. One more reason to pray for my swift return, my pet. Other effects may also... make matters worse, over time." Smile widening, he then turned his eye towards Anitra and lifted a scaly eyebrow, prompting her to pull out the last, easily-missed part of the torture-tool - a tiny, silvered barbell.

"Now, since you will be wearing this setup for at least a few weeks..." Blake extolled Melora, making a fairly realistic assessment of how long they would be gone on the short end, what with needing to take a detour by way of the Valley of Wonder. If Aurelia actually turned out to have something she wanted them to do, well, that could potentially add even more. "...you are no doubt wondering about urination. Well, have no fear - the tube you are currently enjoying the cool, smooth presence of within you is hollow, and has a magical gate at either end. When both gates are triggered to open, you may freely relieve yourself! Now, the bottom gate is simple enough - due to its location, it can easily detect just how full your bladder is. When the pressure reaches a certain threshold - one that might be just a tad painful, I should mention - it will automatically open. As for the top gate..." He gestured towards Anitra, who - now brandishing a thick needle in one hand, stepped up to Direza with a grin and ordered her to open her mouth.

"I've actually thought about getting you something like this for a while..." She said conversationally as she clamped down on Direza's tongue and pulled it out where the needle could easily reach it. "Might give your pussy-licking an extra edge! So, this was too good an opportunity to pass up." The needle pierced the tongue's muscular tissue with ease, driven by Anitra's inhuman strength, while the organ's owner moaned in pain. The barbell was quickly pushed through the resulting hole, and the other side of it was screwed on - fastening Direza's first tongue-stud securely in place. "This one's temporary... but don't worry. I'll give you a more permanent one when I get back. If you're good, of course." Anitra teased.

Blake grinned at the interplay, and at Direza's puppy-dog eagerness to admire her new adornment, sticking her tongue up and waving it past her nose to catch a glimpse of the stud. "If you hadn't guessed, that stud is the key to the tube's top gate..." he then casually told Melora, turning his attention back at her. "Ensuring that little Direza won't be able to forget her duties! Even if we_aren't here, she will still need to serve as the urinal of the household's last member, namely _you. Oh, and I should mention... once the bottom gate opens, the cage's punishment-features will engage, and continue to get steadily worse until the top gate it opened as well. To encourage you to seek relief swiftly, of course, rather than risk a burst bladder!"

In truth, Anitra knew - since Blake had discussed the device with her the night before, in order to secure her and Direza's part in it - the top gate had an emergency activation feature - if the pressure detected by the lower end rose to the point of being genuinely dangerous, the whole thing would open regardless and vent the pressure. But there was no need for Melora or Direza to know_that..._ "Oh, but don't worry too much..." Blake then smoothly continued. "It's not all pain and suffering. in fact, the ensemble can generate pleasure just as easily, by using weak, carefully-tuned shocks of stimulation, vibrations, undulations, and other tricks. Very intense, I understand. In fact, that feature will activate whenever you vent your bladder, and continue for a while afterwards. It will also activate if the cage finds itself in hot, tight circumstances - like, say, inside a suitably spacious pussy or asshole - providing pleasure for both parties."

That situation was more likely to happen than one might have assumed. "I know a few female dragons who admire me and want to get to know me better, but who worry - with some justification - about my size. A couple of whites, a slender swamp-dragon, and a particularly small-boned blue... as well as a couple of others. We've still had some fun, however - involving tongues and various interesting spells - so I've invited them to swing on by while I'm away, if they want to have a bit of fun. Unless busy with childcare-duties, you will service them until they are satisfied every time - with the added texture of the cage, your equipment should be big enough to generate suitable pleasure for them. Oh! That reminds me - almost forgot. You don't need to worry about whether you can cum_through the rod in your peehole, since it's been enchanted with the Anecstatic Curse. As long as it's there, you won't be able to cum - only get _infinitely close!"

Thus, Melora's fate was made clear - she'd be spending weeks with her cock caught in an elaborate, magical vise, switching regularly between being ruthlessly tortured to steadily more agonizing heights, and forced to endure the bottomless frustrations of unreleased pleasure. So of course, she happily thanked her Master for the thoughtful gift, and vowed not to disappoint him. With both servant's trials thus unveiled, Anitra and Blake once again reminded the two of them not to tell anyone what they were actually off doing - as far as anyone in the Utopia knew, they were just flying off to visit some old friends in the Valley of Wonder, and get away from the kids for a bit.

Then, it was finally time to get into the air. The saddle had been strapped around Blake's thick midsection, the saddlebags filled with the things they'd need, and the sky was bright-blue above them. It was the same old thing that had carried them through so many adventures on the way to the Dragon Utopia - whose fine craftsmen could easily make a far more elegant dragon-saddle, and indeed had offered to do exactly that. They'd both said no thanks - this one, a simple horse-saddle with a modified and greatly lengthened cinch, had been worn smooth and comfortable by their journeys, and fit the both of them like an old and well-used glove. They would keep using it until the day the leather wore through, and when that happened, they would both mourn its loss.

Thus, seated on this venerable piece of gear, Anitra whooped with delight as Blake leaped into the sky, the sudden wind pulling her long, black hair backwards like an inky curtain. The updrafts of the crater-lake that the castle was built atop quickly caught him under the wings, lifting him higher and higher as they wheeled and whirled among flocks of other dragons, who greeted them with keening cries of farewell and best wishes. She had missed this sensation for so long, she'd almost forgotten how much she loved it. The wind in her hair, Blake's muscles working powerfully between her thighs, and a goal somewhere ahead. What a time to be alive, and riding a dragon!

Throughout the journey, from the point where they'd picked him up in the Valley of Wonder, Umberto had not - at any point - petulantly asked "Are we there yet?", but Anitra could not help but suspect that he was thinking it rather loudly. Not that she could really blame him, of course. There was no way his bulky, insectoid body could have fitted in the saddle atop Blake's back - nor could he possibly have squeezed his way into the palanquin if they had brought it along in the first place. However, his carapace was extraordinarily tough, and Blake could lift him, with some difficulty, which was how he'd come to dangle underneath a soaring dragon, four sets of sharp talons digging into his chitinous plates as he was lifted across forests and mountains in a rather precarious fashion.

Still, he'd agreed to help, and clearly wasn't the type to go back on his word. Whether the lovely foursome she'd just finished enjoying with him, Lupus and Minos - whom he'd settled down right next to, building himself a cozy little den in a hillside - had contributed to the readiness with which he'd agreed, well, that was another matter. Post-coital fatigue and a mind still soaked with residual pleasure seemed to impact the judgment of most creatures in her experience, but who knew? The Umber Hulk was an odd critter, after all, hovering somewhere between insect and mammal - so perhaps he would have been just as happy to help if he'd been in a more sober state of mind.

This is as close as I dare go, even at night... Blake's mental voice suddenly declared, snapping her out of her retrospection. I'm setting us down near a small escarpment. Hopefully, your friend can dig a cave big enough for me before sunrise. Focusing her own eyes, she could just about make out the escarpment he was talking about - a rather sheer cliff, tall enough that Blake couldn't have looked over it even if he stretched his neck, but not by a lot. They were still a respectable distance from the plateau which was their ultimate goal, but even on a cloudy night like this, there was every reason to be careful. Dragons, after all, had excellent night-vision.

Umberto seemed quite relieved to have all of his chitinous claws back on solid ground, and even moreso to be out from under the open sky. His digging-abilities truly were a sight to behold, with even solid rock seeming to crumble into sand as his huge, gorilla-like arms tore into it. He'd assured her, at the start, that he'd be able to create a tunnel large enough for Blake, too, though it'd naturally take him a fair bit longer than when he was just burrowing through the ground on his own - and he was as good as his word. Well before the sun rose, he'd dug out a comfy little cave where Blake could hide, as long as he kept his wings tightly tucked in and his tail curled - and had started tunneling towards the plateau and the dragonhome that waited there.

More specific directions would have to wait until daytime, when Blake could point out the exact area of the plateau's outer edge where Aurelia, according to the draconic informant within the dragonhome, lived out her hermit-like existence - Anitra had initially been surprised to learn that, despite being a native of the lightless depths of the Underdark, the Umber Hulk didn't have much in the way of nightvision, but had then realized that it obviously relied on its remarkably acute tremorsense in the dark. Which presumably made flying through the air rather akin to being blinded to him - making his acquiescence to the task at hand all the more impressive.

Would he have gone along even if he had the full story, she wondered? As it was, all she'd told him was that Blake wished to personally apologize to a dragon he had wrongfully attacked, but that he couldn't risk approaching a dragonhome by air. Then again, perhaps it wouldn't have mattered if he'd known about the whole thing - Umber Hulks were normally wild and solitary beings, after all, and not given to delicate sensibilities. As a recent addition to the Valley of Wonder, he was still coming to grips with living a 'civilized' life, and may very well have found nothing unusual in Blake's intent regardless.

It was around noon when Umberto emerged from his tunnel, pebbles drizzling from his claws. "I believe I have found the mark..." he declared, satisfaction recognizable in his voice despite the sharpness imbued by his chitinous mouth-parts. Blake, who had been resting - and feeling quite bored, since the tiny dugout lacked even enough room for him and Anitra to amuse themselves - immediately raised his head with eager interest. "How sure are you?" He asked, cautious despite himself. After all, it'd be somewhat disastrous to accidentally break into the wrong den.

The Umber Hulk shrugged, his insectoid shoulder-armor twitching. "Mid-sized cave, single resident roughly your size, no other movement, quite close to the area you pointed out to me." Blake nodded, grinning. "That's our girl. Please, go ahead and start widening the tunnel to there. I suppose I don't have to tell you to be careful about the noise for the last bit?" Umberto replied with a short burst of chittering that Anitra guessed was his version of a mighty harrumph. "I know how to dig quietly. There are a lot of creatures in the Underdark with very sharp ears and very large appetites, I'll have you know. And besides, going by the heart-rate, the den's resident is likely going to go to sleep soon. I'll take advantage of that to do the last bit. Now, settle down - it'll probably take at least the whole rest of the day to make this tunnel wide enough for you!"

True to his word, Umberto finished his work by nightfall - at which point he politely but firmly declined Blake's offer to carry him back to the Valley of Wonder after his impending 'meeting'. "I will enjoy digging through many different types of stone and dirt on my way home, and besides, there is no rush. Minos is taking care of my garden for me." Anitra personally suspected that there might be certain other reasons why he decided to hoof it home, and the fact that he'd decided to leave them unsaid suggested that he actually was starting to learn of various civilized concepts such as 'delicacy' and 'white lies'. Progress!

After a quick exchange of pleasantries - mostly consisting of both parties assuring the other that they'd be available if they were ever in need of assistance (again) - and a fairly perfunctory farewell, Umberto then burrowed into the ground and filled his tunnel in after him. Leaving Blake and Anitra alone at last, for what she belatedly realized was the first time in a long while. No servants, no children, no other dragons... just the two of them. And a tunnel leading up to the wall of a young Gold Dragon that Blake had viciously tortured, raped and humiliated a few years ago, and whom he now intended to apologize to. This thought, alas, rather dispelled the romantic atmosphere as far as Anitra was concerned.

Still, there was nothing for it but to follow close behind Blake as he, with wings tucked in tight and shoulders hunched, crawled through the tunnel with his belly nearly touching the floor. It was big enough for him, but only just barely. Whatever was about to happen, she just needed to make sure she was ready to support him - whether that meant comforting him when his attempted apology backfired, or covering his escape as an entire dragonhome flew in pursuit of them, roaring with rage.

Blake, meanwhile, seemed as blithely confident as ever. When they reached the end of the tunnel, he barely hesitated - only pausing long enough to tell Anitra I'm at the wall... I think I can hear her snoring on the other side. All right, breaking through now!_before mental words became physical action. She could hear the thin sheet of rock crumble noisily before Blake's steel-hard claws and raw strength, then shatter entirely as he pushed through the shower of disintegrating stone in a manner that probably wasn't unlike his hatching, all those years ago. She could _also hear someone mumble, then gasp, then shriek, and followed as close behind him as she could, swiftly emerging into a cozy little den beside him.

It was immediately clear that they'd wound up in the right den, as hoped. Aurelia had just risen from her nest - sleeping lightly, as dragons tend to - and was now standing there, frozen in place, eyes bugging out and maw hanging open. She was easy enough to recognize, even though she looked rather different from last time Anitra had seen her. On reflection, it made sense. Dragons shed scales constantly, so most if not all of the scales that Blake had cut through with his claws while torturing her, years ago, had been replaced by now. Indeed, every golden scale, taken on its own, was a flawless little chunk of gold. However, Blake had scarred the hide underneath... causing lines and creases of scar-tissue as she healed without benefit of magic. Which meant that rather than a smoothly layered surface of gold, her hide was now a chaotic jumble of scales poking out and pointing in various directions, with some of them having seemly grown into or through each other. It made her look undeniably messy - especially with her face, pristine and untouched, for comparison.

_"You..."_she finally said, having apparently struggled to find her voice. "Have you come to finish what you started and slit my throat?" Somewhat surprisingly, to Anitra at least, she seemed more _angry_than afraid, as if she wasn't overly concerned about such a prospective throat-slitting. Blake, however, seemed less surprised, and merely shook his head. "Not at all. Rather, the opposite. Due to... various circumstances that have changed since our last meeting, I've realized that I shouldn't have done what I did. So I wanted to come by and apologize - and ask if there's maybe anything we could help you with, by way of compensation?"

As far as apologies went, that one was almost brutally direct - and in this, at least, Aurelia seemed to agree with Anitra. Her beautiful, golden face looked decidedly nonplussed, and her open jaws slowly closed as she seemed to struggle to parse this message. "You... are apologizing?" she finally replied, sounding genuinely unbelieving. "As if that can make up for everything you did to me?" Anitra winced. Other than Aurelia appearing less terrified of Blake than expected, which on reflection was likely due to the draconic brain's general resistance towards trauma, things were panning out unpleasantly close to what she'd figured.

Blake, meanwhile, remained unconcerned, and merely shrugged. "Well, no, obviously it can't. That's why I offered to provide some sort of reparations. I've got a lot of powers and resources as my disposal these days, you know, and various potent allies to boot - if there's anything you need, any problems you're struggling with, I can probably handle it for you. So? Is there anything I can help you with?" Golden brow wrinkling, Aurelia seemed to be genuinely considering this matter-of-fact offer - which was honestly more than Anitra had dared hope. She wasn't shouting for the whole dragonhome to pile in yet, at least.

Instead, her emerald-green eyes panned down to the pile of gold, gems and miscellaneous riches that surrounded her nest like a glittering moat. A king's ransom by most standards, but little more than a molehill by the standards of the Utopia. Could it really be that simple? As a non-Utopian dragon, she was still bound by the precepts of Greed that had been built into the dragons by their creator, Takharsis. If she simply asked for some ludicrous amount of raw wealth, it'd be extraordinarily easy to fulfill her wish... but, while her draconic nature ensured that she couldn't avoid considering it, she clearly wasn't considering it very hard. Indeed, she quickly tore her eyes away from her hoard, eyes as hard as any gemstone therein.

"Well, you could start by lifting the curse you placed on me back then..." She declared, voice sharp and cold. Blake blinked in confusion, then made an apologetic shrug. "Are you talking about, um, the scarring? Because I'm afraid that's one thing I_can't_ help you with. Believe me, I checked. It would literally take a miracle to correct that kind of scarring on a Golden Dragon, and I don't have any friends quite that powerful." To both Anitra and Blake's surprise, however, she shook her head angrily. "NO, I'm not talking about the scarring... I mean, that would_be great to get rid of, so I wouldn't have to hide in here forever like a cripple... no, no, I'm talking about the curse you put on my_mind! It's continued to torment me ever since - if you truly regret your actions, the very least you could do is to stop torturing me!"

Her voice was rising dangerously now, enough to make Anitra glance nervously towards the den's entrance. Her parents supposedly watched it quite closely. How closely? Closely enough to hear and wonder who their daughter, all alone in her den, was shouting at? Blake, meanwhile, simply continued to look confused. "I'm really not sure what you're talking about..." he declared, plainly and confidently. "All I ever used on you was my claws, not that they_didn't do plenty of damage, I'll admit. Tell me, what is this 'curse' you're so worried about? If someone _else put one on you, maybe we could help you break it."

Briefly, Aurelia seemed to echo Blake's confusion with her own - then she clamped her jaws together, eyes flashing angrily as she hissed through her clenched fangs. "No, it was definitely you. It's been affecting me since that day, and I never got anywhere near any other wielders of black magic prior. I don't know what your game is, claiming you regret your actions, and then refusing to even acknowledge the worst thing you did, but..." She was cut off, however, by Blake stretching his neck forwards, getting right up in her face. Not to intimidate her, though. Rather, he moved his head around, like a nervous snake, looking at her still scar-free head from multiple angles while she hesitated.

Finally, he pulled his head back and grimaced. "I really can't see_anything_. The only magic on you is that which you naturally possess, which is admittedly quite a bit - but any curse strong enough to affect the mind of a Golden Dragon should shine through that background-noise easily. Will you please just tell me what this curse you think you're under is, already? It might just be some kind of misunderstanding..." Aurelia snorted dismissively. "Oh, of course you'd say that... and since it was your curse, a non-black dragon naturally wouldn't be able to see it, either. Very convenient." But somehow, she sounded rather less certain than she had a moment ago.

Blake, meanwhile, just sat there, silently looking at her with a raised eyebrow for several long seconds - expectant. She hesitated for a moment longer, and Anitra suddenly noticed that the scales on her cheeks were flaring a bit, opening space between themselves for air - in what she'd learned to recognize as the draconic equivalent of blushing. Finally, with an angry grimace, Aurelia replied. "You really want me to say it, huh? Disgusting beast. You, of all creatures, should know. You counted out the orgasms I had while you tortured and humiliated me - I remember it vividly. Not bad enough that you did such disgusting things to me, violated me in so many ways... but to also curse my mind and force me to enjoy it? Your kind truly are monsters."

Blake's eyes widened in surprise - then narrowed thoughtfully. "I see..." he said, rather calmly. "And you say this 'curse' is still affecting you, even after several years have passed?" Aurelia's facial scales flared a bit more at this, and she once again clamped her jaws angrily shut as she replied. "Obviously. Indeed, it has only gotten stronger. A continual... need to feel the same kind of sensations you forced upon me back then. Actually, those feelings are growing... very strong right now, due no doubt to the close proximity of the curse's originator. But if you think I'll simply surrender to those unnatural desires and throw myself at your feet, you've got another thing coming, _Black!_The will of a Gold is stronger than some perverted curse!"

Rather than rise to this insult - for that was what she'd clearly made his color, pronouncing it like that - Blake simply nodded calmly. "It is indeed. As is your magical resistance. Did your parents ever tell you about the time they attacked me, hoping to extract vengeance for my deeds? Very understandable, of course. I don't blame them at all. But the point is, even as a Black Dragon, my spells could barely penetrate their scales. Golds have the strongest_magical resistance short of us Blacks, so getting _any spell to bind to you would be an epic undertaking. Heck, that's a big part of why fixing your scars is so impossible! So, in short - there's no_way_ I could possibly put a curse on a Gold Dragon, even one as young as you, and then make it stick for not just hours and days, but entire years! Your parents could confirm this, if you asked them. Though I rather suspect you haven't discussed this... 'curse' with them."

Aurelia gaped, jaws opening and closing a few times - confirming, if nothing else, that Blake had been correct in assuming that she wouldn't want to discuss that particular topic with her parents. "But... what... how?" She finally blubbered, and now a slow, naughty grin spread across Blake's handsome, reptilian face. "How? Well, the obvious explanation is that you're just naturally a submissive, masochistic slut who gets off on being demeaned and humiliated, and that what I did to you simply made you_aware_ of this. Nothing wrong with that, mind! Some of my dearest companions are submissive, masochistic sluts who get off on being demeaned and humiliated."

"Nothing_wrong_ with that?!" Aurelia virtually shrieked. "Just what do you think every dragon here would think and, indeed,say, if they got so much as a hint that a Gold Dragon enjoyed... enjoyed..." She faltered, blushing in the draconic fashion once more, eyes suddenly growing unfocused. "Being raped?" Blake helpfully prompted. "Licking the bitter residue of her deflowered ass off of her rapist's cock? Oooh, or maybe 'being used as a urinal by a mere human'? I daresay that_one must have been _particularly humiliating, even though my dear Anitra isn't really human. No wonder you were so quick to obey when I told you to do that! You must've been halfway lost in a pleasure-daze at that point."

Aurelia squirmed, looking away, and Anitra's nose twitched. She'd know that sense anywhere... the sweet tang of a female dragon's arousal. Blake was right! Even just having the things Blake did to her back then mentioned to her was enough to get her wet. "Yes. That kind of thing." She finally snapped. "They'd run me out of the dragonhome. My parents would have to disown me, less they be tainted by association. I'd be laughed at and decried. That's why it's a curse." Blake seemed to consider this for a moment, then his smile widened. "Is it, really? Or is it this place that is the curse, for preventing you from pursuing your true and honest interests?" He asked playfully, stepping up closer to her. She shuddered visibly at his proximity, but by now, even Anitra could tell that it was a shiver of lust, not of fear or disgust.

"What... do you mean?" She managed to stammer out somehow, her eyes seemingly locked unto Blake's. "Well... I happen to be living at a place called the Dragon Utopia these days... perhaps you've heard of it?" He replied smoothly. "The rules are a bit different there. Not only do humans and dragons live together in harmony, which I seem to recall you used to be really into - the dragons there are also a lot more sexually liberated, and a lot less obsessed with what every color is supposed to be like. There, you can indulge yourself in your darkest desires, and none will look at you askance for it. I can help you with that, if that is what you desire. I can make your every day be just like the day we met. Every. Day."

Aurelia swayed back, as if pushed by the sudden intensity of Blake's demeanor, her eyes shying away from his naughty grin. "But... that's impossible... my parents would never let me leave!" She protested, which was enough to make Anitra's eyebrows shoot up. She wasn't even trying to claim that she had no interest in such an arrangement? Presumably, she'd spent the last few years telling herself that her depraved thoughts and desires weren't her own, that they were purely the result of some curse put on her by her attacker. Having it pointed out to her that this was impossible _would_naturally throw her for a spin, but to capitulate _that_quickly? Well, the obvious and still-increasing arousal that Blake's proximity was causing might have a vote of its own, she supposed...

Meanwhile, her rather lame protest was easily dispensed with. "So don't tell them?" Blake suggested dryly. "I came here through a secret tunnel, and you're no larger than me - you can leave by the same route, and be many miles away by the time they realize you're gone." Her emerald eyes were now drawn towards the collapsed wall and the dark tunnel beyond, as if she suddenly saw it as a possible escape from her hermitage. Then, however, she shook her head sharply again. "Even if I did, they'd search for me! And find me! I have heard of the Utopia, dad told me that he'd go there to search for a way to heal my scars. They'll look there too, if I go missing so suddenly! And... it's not like I can blend in, _anywhere,_looking like this!"

Blake shrugged, looking rather smug. "Well, leaving aside the question of whether they'd be able to actually retrieve you if you were living under the Utopia's protection, I just came up with an idea that I think you'll enjoy. It'll be terribly humiliating and involve some debasing body-modification, and indeed will turn you into the immediately-recognizable Greatest Slut of the Entire Utopia, but it'll also disguise your identity flawlessly. Your own parents wouldn't be able to recognize you if they saw you." She was groaning with restrained desire before he even finished speaking, her whole, messy-looking body shuddering. "You... you could really do that?" She asked, sounding more hopeful than disbelieving - which was something, seeing as Anitra had no idea how Blake intended to carry through on that promise. As she had said, her scarred hide made her stand out quite a lot, and there was no way to_heal_ those scars.

Blake, however, just smiled broadly and nodded. "Certainly I can, and I will, if that is what you truly desire - I came here to offer you recompense, after all, so if that is your wish, it will be granted!" She hesitated, then - eyes flickering between the broken wall with the tunnel beyond - and the perverse pleasures of the Utopia waiting on the other side - and the regular exit of her den, leading out into a dragonhome that had shunned her for her scars, and would shun her even harder if they knew of her true desires. All the same, she seemed torn.

Blake, however, didn't seem inclined to just wait for her to work it out. "If you aren't sure... perhaps a quick test is in order? To see if your body still responds the same way, even years later." Her eyes, at that, immediately flashed back to him, widening - with surprise, or perhaps desire. She didn't immediately answer, only trembling in what seemed likely to be the grip of dark and perverted memories of their first encounter. "All you have to do is say the word, my dear..." Blake continued seductively. "Just say 'yes', and I'll give you a reminder of what I have to offer. If you find it to be... unpleasant, and decide that it is _not_what you truly desire, just say 'no', at any point, and it will stop."

The scent of draconic arousal was thick in the small den, and it came as no great surprise to Anitra when, after opening and closing her mouth a couple of times, she finally said - rather hoarsely - "Yes..." Blake's grin widened, and he nodded sharply. "Excellent. Now, turn around and lift your tail, slut. Show me that the lessons of obedience I taught you have not been forgotten!" Whimpering, snakelike pupils heavily dilated, she complied - turning around atop her nest and lifting her scar-lined tail to show off the orifices that lurked below. Anitra hadn't seen this during their previous meeting, since Blake had finished raping the girl by the time she returned from her own adventure - Aurelia had just been a bloodied pile on the floor at that point. So her eyebrows rose at what she now saw.

The underside of a dragon was lined with broad, flat armor-plates, noticeably different from the scales that lined the rest of their bodies. These fell out and were replaced at times too, but at a much slower rate. Apparently, most of Aurelia's underbody-plates hadn't changed since her first encounter with Blake, for scratched into the plate right above her anal opening was the words 'Fuck Hole' in rough, angular letters. Several other plates were cracked and broken, while a few were pristine - save for odd creases and discolored patches, suggesting that they had grown from scarred skin. Blake had certainly been thorough, Anitra thought idly as she felt her own arousal begin to rise.

She didn't have a lot of time to admire his work, however, as he quickly leaped on top of the submissive gold, his front talons landing hard on her upper back and pushing her into her nest, holding her down. His cock was fully unsheathed, rock-hard and erect - plunging now into her wet pussy without warning or hesitation. She mewled in a mix of pain and desire as her scaly labia stretched to accommodate the sudden intrusion, clearly struggling to handle his sheer girth. "Nice and wet..." Blake whispered into her ear. "As befits an eager slut like you. But you haven't earned a load of my cum in your taut little cunny yet. Not even close." He pumped his hips slowly as he talked, her labia following him out as he pulled back - the scales around her pussy shifting and straining under the stress. She panted and squeaked, but did not answer otherwise.

With a shifting of his hips, he pulled back out - his cock now thoroughly coated in the sweet love-juices that had been flowing freely for the past several minutes, as Aurelia's perverted desires steadily rose. The prehensile shaft moved swiftly and precisely, then, its tapered tip adjusting upwards and finding the scale-lined, elongated gap in her belly-plates that was her tailhole. This narrow tip gently pushed into the orifice, pushing it open by an inch or so - then, with his claws digging into her back, he snapped his tail and thrust his powerful hips forwards, slamming his cock into her to the root in one swift, brutal thrust. Her asshole, which had almost certainly gone untouched during the years that had passed since their first meeting, was agonizingly stretched open around his thick shaft, which would have been a struggle even for a fully-grown specimen.

As her freshly-vacated pussy continued to gape wetly and her sphincter exploded into a star of pure torment, Blake's weight heavy on her back, Aurelia came for the first time since their previous meeting, the surge of pure ecstasy sweeping through her body and mind like a tidal surge. The climax was only perpetuated as Blake began to pound her aching anus with long, powerful strokes, showing no consideration for the pain the overstretched organ would be in. Her mouth hung open, emitting only a near-silent wheeze as the pleasure stole her breath away, and the emerald-green eyes rolled back in her head, showing only whites for several minutes.

By the time they rolled back down, she found Anitra standing before her, bright-red panties conspicuously absent - she'd been pulling them off and stepping forwards even before Blake telepathically suggested a role she could play, infected with his own rising desires. Spreading her legs, she gestured the young gold towards her crotch. "If you want to earn that hot load in your pussy, you'd best get to work, slut. See if you can get me off with that big tongue of yours, hmm?" Groaning with desire, Aurelia complied - her long, serpentine tongue emerging from between her fang-lined jaws to inexpertly but enthusiastically caress Anitra's wet pussy.

It didn't take long for the inexperienced gold to realize that, far more than just lick the outer labia, her long and muscular tongue could easily push its way between them, diving deeper into Anitra's pungent pussy, tasting the free-flowing juices inside. The cunnilingus thus quickly turned into a proper tongue-fucking, going deeper and deeper until Anitra was practically sitting atop Aurelia's lower jaw, fangs perilously close to her most sensitive parts, feeling the tip of that long, slick tongue push into her very womb, dancing around there and caressing the sensitive, well-worn insides.

Anitra leaned her head back and moaned, enjoying the sensation. It wasn't the first time she'd been tongue-fucked by a female dragon, but sharing this perverted little submissive with Blake seemed particularly arousing, owing perhaps somewhat to the release of the concerns she'd been carrying since Blake originally proposed his plan. It was all working out splendidly despite her worries, wasn't it? And while she couldn't claim to be in the grips of a mind-dazing Quickening this time, Aurelia was now clearly a willing participant - and Anitra was hardly in a position to blame her for her preferences!

Thus, she happily helped Blake to provide the humiliation that Aurelia so clearly craved, while he focused on providing the pain- by continuing to brutalize her overstrained asshole, even as red streaks began to appear on his cock every time he pulled out. Remembering their previous encounter, she happily let her bladder-control go when she reached her first orgasm - sending a splattering stream of piss flowing down Aurelia's long tongue, into her mouth, as she writhed and moaned. Or rather, both of them writhed and moaned, as the young gold followed suit, attaining her second orgasm as she was reacquainted with the sour taste of piss.

She swallowed it down, unbidden and without hesitation, while Blake craned his neck to watch and chuckled. "I see the lessons I gave you back then really did catch on... good girl. Now, for a more advanced lesson - be sure to give anyone who deigns to use your unworthy mouth as a toilet your heartfelt thanks!" Aurelia and Anitra shivered in unison, both equally entranced by his dominant demeanor and commanding voice, and the young gold's tongue quickly slithered out of the warm embrace of Anitra's pussy so that she could, in a rather dazed-sounding voice, moan out "Thank you for using my unworthy mouth as a toilet..."

Sighing, Blake dug his claws into her shoulders, pushing her down hard and drawing blood as her new set of admittedly messed-up scales cracked and broke under his strength, just as her previous set had done. "I_told_ you last time, she is my mate. You will address her as 'Mistress' or 'My Lady', slut! Though, honestly, someone as lowly as you should use such respectful address towards_everyone_ you meet who isn't a cum-hungry living toilet like yourself." He had stopped thrusting for the moment, fully embedded in her, pinning her down as surely with his shaft as with his claws.

She writhed under him, clearly eager for the pain of the brutal ass-reaming to resume. "I'm sorry, Master - and Mistress! Please forgive me! Please hurt me moreeee..." This time, it was Blake and Anitra who shivered in unison, equally aroused at the sound of such a pure, clean voice, thick with lust, begging so sweetly. How could anyone fail to respond to such a plea? "Oh, no worries... I'm sure we'll find some way for you to repent suitably..." Blake whispered as his pounding thrusts began to pour into her bloodied ass once more.

The punishment was contemplated while Aurelia resumed providing oral services to Anitra - now digging her tongue just as deeply inside her ass as she previously had her tongue, getting a good taste of her bitter anal excretions as well as other, nastier things. By the time she had finished licking the first foot or so of Anitra's intestines clean, it was settled on - and after Blake finished up, delivering his second cum-load into the depths of her ass, he pulled out to accommodate it. Her ass gaped wide in the absence of his rod, leaking a thick, pink cum-and-blood mixture, and she obediently kept her tail lifted, head down, and legs spread as commanded while Anitra walked up behind her.

Her pussy had largely pulled itself together by now, following Blake's brief visit, but it was still oozing copious amounts of pussy-juice. Below it, glistening wetly, was the small, golden lump of tissue that was her clit, exposed and engorged. Anitra's sandaled foot, with the broad, black scale covering the toe, landed there with pin-point accuracy, sending a shock of intense agony through the young dragon - to which she responded with a gasp and a "Thank you, Mistress..." Four more kicks followed, of steadily increasing force, until the last one landed with all of Anitra's inhuman strength behind it - causing Aurelia's knees to tremble as her legs instinctively struggled to cross protectively. Still she endured, and with a strangled cry, delivered a final "Thank...you... Mistress..."

Chuckling, Blake stepped up in front of her, waving his still-hard cock in her face. "You are a natural, little slut. You took your punishment well. All is forgiven. Now, you have dirtied my cock - thus, cleaning it carefully is your basic duty, as you should know by now." His shaft was, indeed, noticeably messy - mostly with blood, unsurprisingly, but seeing as she hadn't exactly been _prepared_to be brutally sodomized, there were traces of other things too. Neither red nor brown streaks deterred her, though, and even as her tongue wrapped itself lovingly around the shaft, she opened her maw to welcome the ill-smelling tool inside it.

Anitra amused herself by toying with the golden dragon's swollen and painfully-throbbing clit while the cleaning went on - sucking on the thumb-sized nub, biting it gently, twisting it between her fingers, and generally treating it like she normally might a far less sensitive nipple. She was rewarded with gushing spurts of fresh, draconic pussy-juice, and as she licked up a few swallows of it, she curtly informed Blake - via telepathy - that she'd be needing some attention from him before he continued to play with his new toy.

She got it, too, though Blake was clever enough to not make it a case of either/or. While he gave Anitra an ass-pounding that was no less fierce and violent than the one he'd just finished dishing out to Aurelia, though his loving wife handled it far easier, the golden dragon sat behind him, head lodged beneath his tail, neck curling as it moved back and forth with his long, powerful thrusts. Her tongue cleaned his ass like it had cleaned Anitra's, adding a delightful stimulation on top of that which Anitra's tight sphincter could provide.

Then, finally, as Anitra enjoyed a soaring trip to the heights of the Quickening and Aurelia provided his cock with yet another post-anal cleaning - not that there was much to clean in this case, considering how pristine Anitra's ass had been after its earlier tonguing - Blake finally declared that she had earned a load of hot, black-dragon cum in her womb. Rather than have her lift her tail again, though, he instead ordered her to roll over on her back and mounted her in that fashion - a position that seemed a lot more kinky when performed by dragons rather than humans, Anitra noted. The idea was that she should watch who was pounding her pussy, who she was pleading with to fill her womb with his cum. She would not be allowed to forget that she was so eagerly spreading her legs for a_black dragon_, a savage outcast whose very existence was a sin against Takharsis.

It was an intensely erotic sight - and sound, as Aurelia eagerly played along, thanking Blake repeatedly for agreeing to pump her belly full of his cum, and begging him to carry on with just that. Anitra, filled with energy and horniness thanks to her Quickening, spent some time masturbating as she watched, but soon couldn't sit still any longer - and instead found that she could wedge herself in between their respective tails in relative safety, where she found Aurelia's asshole still gaping slightly, dripping blood and cum.

She licked the ragged rim for a bit, tasting the salty mix of sperm and blood, but that did little to help her burn off her excess energy. Pushing her fist into the oozing orifice was more fun... especially when it was followed by her entire forearm, letting her punch-fuck the battered hole with relative ease, giving Aurelia her first taste of double penetration - not something that dragons usually got to experience. Eventually, she had most of her arm buried inside the pulsating hole, running her fingers caressingly over the raw patches of sore, weeping tissue that Blake's earlier brutality had left behind, and even squeezing her beloved's cock through the thin wall between the two orifices. The sensation of Aurelia's ass tightening forcefully around her bicep gave her an easy way to count the resulting climaxes, too - enabling her to tell that by the time Blake fulfilled his promise and unleashed a hot load into her womb, the submissive young dragon had cum three more times herself, never stopping her increasingly disjointed babble of gratitude and pleading throughout.

When Blake, looking somewhat spent by then, finally lifted himself off of her, she made a pretty picture indeed - splayed open on her nest, bloodstained jizz oozing from both of her holes, eyes glassy and unfocused in a way that struck Anitra as quite familiar. She barely twitched as Blake, licking his lips, leaned over her and started running his claw over one of the belly-plates that had grown out since their last meeting right above her pussy, making it whole if still somewhat marked. The razor-sharp and diamond-hard tip of his talon easily broke through the glimmering, golden surface of the armor-plate, and with a look of intense concentration, he carefully spelled out the word 'CUMSLUT', angular but legible. Blood welled from the finished letters, showing that he had once again scarred the hide beneath the armor-plating, though how much difference it would really make at this point was unclear.

There was little to do, then, except wait for Aurelia to recover sufficiently to say what she'd thought of that little trip down memory lane. Little to do, that was, except each other. Anitra was still riding the Quickening and quite horny after the fisting-session, and while Blake was softening somewhat after going 4 rounds, his rider knew him well enough to be able to squeeze a fifth out of him. Specifically, it was squeezed out into her hungry pussy, filling her womb delightfully. By the time she'd finished licking his now rapidly-softening cock clean of any cum-residue, preparing it for a retreat back into its sheath, Aurelia was starting to stir as the orgasmic fog lifted from her brain.

Once she'd hesitantly rolled back onto her feet, wincing and groaning at what was no doubt two very sore orifices and a really mixed taste in her mouth, Blake lifted an eyebrow at her. "Well? As good as you remember? You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself, but the choice, in the end, is yours." Shuddering slightly, she glanced again towards the hole in the wall that they'd originally emerged from. "You... really think you could hide me in the Utopia? And I could have... more of that? Lots more?" Her voice was eager, her choice clearly already made - she simply still seemed unable to quite grasp her good fortune. Chuckling, Blake nodded. "I'm confident, yes. And 'lots more' is an understatement. If you come with me, and go along with the plan I've in mind, your life will be_nothing but that_. An unceasing, unending stream of rape, torture and humiliation, often at the hands of 'lesser' creatures... for as long as you wish it to continue."

Even though the ongoing quickening, Anitra's curiosity stirred. She still had no idea what her beloved Blake had in mind, but it was clear that he wasn't just planning to wing it or use his influence in the Utopia. He had something more specific in mind, but damned if she could figure out what. Aurelia, meanwhile, just shuddered again, more strongly, and her again-focused eyes flashed with all the enthusiasm of a child who'd just been offered an infinite supply of candy. "Then... yes, please! Take me with you!" She begged. "I still don't understand how it can feel so good, even though it should be so terrible - but it does, and I never want to_stop_ feeling it!"

Once the decision had been made, the execution was - as Blake had suggested earlier - simplicity itself. The tunnel was just as tight a fit for Aurelia as it had been for Blake, but by essentially crawling through it on her belly, she made it through to the other end with Blake himself close behind, and Anitra bringing up the rear as usual. Once they emerged from the small cave that Umberto had dug at the start, Aurelia spent a couple of minutes admiring the night sky, which she had not seen at all during her years of self-imposed hermitage, while Blake weaved a spell that Anitra recognized as one that enabled long-distance magical communication. She could see it working, when she focused her eyes just right - a misty line of magic, shooting off in the direction of the Dragon Utopia, faster than lightning.

They didn't waste much more time, however, and took to the air shortly afterwards - all of them eager to put some distance between themselves and the dragonhome before the sun rose and Aurelia's parents came to deliver her meal... and, when she didn't respond to their usual morning greetings, entered their daughter's room to find her missing and a tunnel emerging in her bedroom wall. Of course, they had to slow their usual pace a bit so that Aurelia could keep up - but fortunately, despite the discolored patchwork of her wing-leather, showing where Blake had shredded it years ago, and being obviously a bit rusty, she proved to be remarkably strong in the air. Apparently, she'd originally been an apt long-range flier and rightfully proud of her stamina, hence why she'd felt confident in her ability to fly all the way to the Tomb of the Golden Knight and back again on her own.

More importantly, once they were airborne, Anitra could finally interrogate Blake about his plans and intentions without distraction.Oh, I've got something _ fun _ in mind, have no doubt... Blake replied once she prodded him, clearly feeling decidedly pleased with himself. Remember just before we left, when everybody was going crazy finding interesting applications for that Black Slime the Utopia had just acquired? I was actually looking up an alchemical recipe from the Library of the Perverse that I'd recalled seeing referenced in another book. It stuck in my mind since it occurred to me that it could've been the perfect solution for Aurelia's scar-problems, under different circumstances. Lo and behold, the circumstances proved to be just the right kind of different!

The explanation of what he intended to do was suitably intriguing, leading Anitra to nod along eagerly. Amazing what alchemy can do in the right hands... it'll disguise her completely, then? It would indeed, according to Blake. And a good thing too, if we are to provide her with the life of nonstop depravity I promised. Liberal though the dragons of the Utopia are, I suspect they would normally balk at allowing one so young to participate in the usual games. But with her scales disguised, we can pass her off as a fully-grown green - indeed, it'll be a much more natural conclusion to most people, considering how rare and 'noble' golds are.

This caused Anitra some pause, helped along by the fact that her Quickening had worn off at that point. She knew that Aurelia was quite young. Blake hadn't exactly tried to hide it during their previous encounter. But it was just... hard to think of a fearsome, golden dragon, fully the same size as her very mature husband and lover, as a 'child'. Comparing a dragon's age to a human's was a rather difficult endeavor - their development-cycles were quite different, after all - but in draconic terms, she'd yet to reach sexual maturity, though she was getting_there. So in _human terms, that would put her somewhere just south of her first period... thus, yes, a child.

Anitra wasn't quite sure how she felt about that, but considering that she'd now participated in sexual games with said child twice, it was probably a bit too late to philosophize about it. Certainly, whether she was fully capable of appreciating the implications of her choices or not, it was clear that Aurelia tremendously enjoyed submission and masochistic sex, just like she did, and just like her two best friends did. And, again, trying to map human reasoning onto a dragon was an act of futility. Their minds worked in fundamentally different ways, as demonstrated by their sheer mental resilience in the face of trauma - something she, herself, had often benefited from by way of her Quickening. So perhaps, with that in mind, it didn't really matter much since nothing that happened was likely to leave the girl marked for life? Other than in the purely physical sense, anyway, and that wagon-train had long since left.

One thing stuck in Anitra's mind from those mental conversations, though. When she asked Blake why he hadn't mentioned Aurelia getting multiple orgasms during the original rape - which would've tipped her off that she didn't need to worry so much about how the gold dragon would respond to his 'apology' - he just delivered a mental shrug. I didn't really think about it, to be honest. Hadn't occurred to me that it was all that strange. Not to brag or anything, but women I have sex with _ usually _ wind up with an orgasm or two... Playful though his tone was, she had to admit that he was right. He never seemed to fail to please his partner, regardless of the circumstances...

Aurelia's first impression of the Utopia likely wasn't as impressive as most dragon's was - in order to keep anyone from identifying her, they carefully made their approach on a cloudy night, where even the sharp eyes of a dragon found it difficult to pick anything other than basic shapes out of the murk. They also used one of the caravan-gates to get through the wall of illusion, rather than the mountaintop meeting-spots meant for dragons - small rest-stops at the outskirts of the wall's reach, usually staffed by humans or Equus, who used enchanted message-spheres to contact whoever was on duty in the tablet-room that a gap in the wall was needed there for the moment. They, of course, weren't going to argue with the Utopia's fearsome champion, and their inferior nightvision - made even worse by the torches and cookfires they surrounded themselves with - ensured that they wouldn't be able to tell what color the dragon who was meekly hanging back in the shadows was, let alone whether she had any scars.

Once past the wall, they flew low and quick, rising over the crater's edge before making a beeline for the grand balcony of the Champion's Quarters. Aurelia looked around at the spacious rooms with interest, no doubt noting the lack of a visible hoard - but mostly, she was riveted by the sight of the couple's expansive wall-of-toys... and of course, their two masochistic servants, who eagerly rose to greet their returning masters. Her eyes widened even further as she heard about what they'd been doing while Blake and Anitra were away, and the sweet smell of draconic arousal began to spread through the airy chambers as the two of them gave their reports.

Both had, on this occasion, succeeded in the tasks set before them. Melora's crotch was still crowned by a hard horsecock, pointing out from there at a straight angle, encased in the magical torture-device. At this point, the cock-cage's punishment-feature was usually activating for as much as ten to twenty minutes every hour, though it mercifully provided a five-hour gap for sleep every night. The periods during and after urinating into Direza's eager mouth were her only real relief, though it was a faint one indeed since it now applied a maddening level of stimulation that she still couldn't_climax_ from. Oh, and the spherical cages surrounding her testicles had continued to shrink, slowly but steadily, over time - leaving the sensitive tissue to poke out from the gaps, resembling a peeled orange, as the mounting pressure threatened to crush the hard core within. The continuous torment had left her glassy-eyed and vague, but she'd still carried on her duties without interruption, feeding and caring for both Jet and her own daughter, as well as repeatedly pleasuring the odd female dragon who came to take advantage of Blake's generous offer - giving them the orgasms that_she_ couldn't have.

While Aurelia watched in the background, panting with arousal, Blake provided his loyal slave with her reward for such fine conduct - lowering his head to her height, wrapping one powerful claw around the back of her head, and whispering a magical command-word before pulling her into a tight, hot kiss - muzzle against muzzle, tongues wrestling and intertwining internally. The command activated several features of the torturous cock-cage - disabling the Anecstatic Curse that had prevented Melora from achieving an orgasm over the past couple of weeks, opening the hollow core of the urethral-filling rod, and activating the device's pleasure-function on maximum. Moaning into her beloved Master's mouth, she came volcanically, a high-pressure jet of cum shooting from the tip of the device... even as the spheres surrounding her tender testicles started to shrink much, much faster.

Two tightly-spaced cracks announced to the room that the tightening pressure had just become more than they could bear, and Melora's knees buckled under her - only for her to be held in place by Blake's powerful claws, with his second one grabbing one of her muscular buttocks for further purchase. The kiss only ended when the final few spurts of bloody cum had dripped from the tip of the urethral rod - at which point she was tasked with licking her own ejaculate off of his chest and neck, where it had inevitably landed, shuddering all the way - before she was finally allowed to remove her personal Ring of Priap, leaving the cock-cage to clatter empty to the ground and ending her torments.

Compared to this impressive performance, Direza had only just barely_managed to squeak through. Nine times, a full-bladdered donkey had been pulled from the stables by its owner to wet the stones of the plaza outside - a just-barely-acceptable performance, based on the limitations Anitra originally set. Those few failures aside, Direza had dutifully started every day by gulping down donkey- and mule-piss until her belly was nothing more than a bloated, urine-filled balloon - along with still maintaining her ongoing orders to serve as Melora's personal toilet, endlessly drinking her _own urine, and never drinking anything else.

Her skills had improved steadily - by her own admission, the first week or so had been rather challenging, leaving her to do a fair bit of donkey-fucking and equine pussy-licking to compensate for necessary breaks. When pressed by her grinning Mistress, she also blushingly admitted to having repeated orgasms while a smelly, braying donkey labored above her, pounding her pussy or ass with bestial determination. Either way, though, she'd eventually reached the point where she could handle the whole stable in a stride, her belly-skin stretched and distended at the end of the visit as she staggered home to empty her churning guts in the comforts of the Champion Quarter's spacious lavatory.

"Very impressive, my little piss-mop..." Anitra declared with a slanted smile. "Still, the fact that you cut it so fine suggests that you have yet to truly master your role as a living urinal. The donkeys will have to look after themselves from now on - unlike what would have happened if you'd missed just a couple_more - but you will continue to serve as the household's exclusive urinal, and consume nothing _but hot, fresh piss, for another month. Now, get down on your knees and serve your purpose, meat-toilet! My bladder is hard and full after the long journey..." Direza gleefully and gratefully obeyed, as she always did. If nothing else, consuming gallons upon gallons of harsh, acidic donkey-piss had taught her to truly and fully appreciate the delicious, full-bodied flavor of her Mistress' exquisite urine...

Once they had dealt with their servants, however, it was time to deal with Aurelia, who had been waiting patiently despite her increasing arousal. Fortunately, the order that Blake had put in before they set off had been met in the meantime, and was now sitting near the door in the form of a rather hefty clay vessel - or rather, its_contents_. "Courtesy of that red horse-fellow who enhanced Melora's throat so amusingly..." Blake commented with a lopsided grin. "He struck me as a fine alchemist and, more importantly, as the kind of guy who knows when not to ask any questions or carry any tales." An estimation that Anitra could only agree with - she'd considered going to him for the potion that had reinforced Direza's ability to metabolize piss, too, but hadn't wanted to impose on him again so soon after he'd provided Melora's throat-altering potion.

Removing the vessel's lid revealed... blackness. Nothing but a deep, light-absorbing, inky blackness. Rather than try to explain to the curious Aurelia exactly what it was, Blake simply retrieved the book he'd originally found the recipe in, and let her read it for herself - her eyes growing wider as the shameless manual listed the depraved 'features' of this particularly perverse creation of alchemy. "As you can see, it will cover your scales_completely_..." Blake commented, looking over her shoulder. "Thus hiding your scars, as well as your identity as a gold... you will, essentially, be passing as a plain-as-dirt green_dragon. Though, there _is one detail it can't disguise, so we'll have to deal with that first."

Aurelia shuddered, wide-eyed, as this final step was explained to her - then nodded her assent. Anitra returned soon after with the necessary tool - courtesy of Drewyn the Smith's workshop. The curmudgeonly dwarf hadn't exactly been happy to be roused in the middle of the night, and less happy yet to be asked to lend out one of his tools. Still, Anitra could be quite persuasive when she put her mind to it, and the old dwarf was also a dirty old man - which gave her some easy buttons to press. Hence, she was able to acquire a rather spectacular saw, its teeth made from enchanted diamonds - one of the few instruments in existence that could reliably cut dragonhorn.

The young gold had just one request, and Blake was happy to meet it. Flat on her back, head on the floor, eyes closed and legs spread, she moaned as he mounted her just as he had before, pounding her tight pussy while Melora, thick-armed and tireless, put the saw to use - severing the gleaming, majestically twisted golden horns that crowned Aurelia's head. In human terms, it was rather like being shaven bald, Anitra figured - only a whole lot more permanent, since dragon-horns grew a lot slower than human hair did. The horns would eventually grow out again, sure - but it would take_centuries_, and they'd always be shorter and less impressive than the horns of a similarly-aged gold who hadn't had hers severed at the root.

Still, it was necessary. Green dragons had little in the way of horns, just some stubby spikes, while gold dragon horns were particularly characteristic and eye-catching. Blake looked admiringly at the pair, once they laid on the floor amidst a cloud of golden dust. "Very nice... I wonder what I should do with them. Just keep them as a trophy, perhaps? Or put them to good use - horn is a handy material for many kind of craftsmanship, I hear!" Aurelia just moaned - rather less lustily than before. Her beautiful face was the only unscarred part of her body, and the horns had been part of that. Now even that had been marred. A glimmering tear left one of her eyes as she nonetheless finished her duty - licking clean Blake's cock after he'd finished filling her womb with his seed.

Tapping the clay vessel with one talon, Blake lifted an eyebrow at her, noticing the tear. "Last chance to back out, little one. Once it goes on, there's no turning back. You'll be spending the next few centuries of your life as a no-limits whore, an eager pain-slut freely used and abused by every dragon, human or otherwise who comes across you. You will have no control over your own body, no way to resist as you are raped and tortured day in and day out. If you come to me and tell me you've had enough, I might arrange for your 'disguise' to be removed - but then again, I also might not, and I've been known to lead a dangerous life from time to time. If something were to happen to me, you could be trapped in that role for the rest of your very long life."

Perhaps that last part might have given her pause - if the first part hadn't aroused her so badly. "Please!" She moaned. "Please, put it on! I can't wait any longer!" With a sigh and a shake of his head, Blake tipped over the vessel and spoke the arcane activation-phrase. The black goop that was now oozing out of the vessel gained speed, flowing towards Aurelia - then, reaching her talons, it flowed over her, climbing her scales and spreading across her body while she shivered at the sensation. Steadily, the blackness covered her - every last inch of her, leaving only the orifices free. Her nostrils, her mouth, her eyes, her ears - and her pussy, urethra, and tailhole. Even then, it went right to the edge of each of them, ensuring that not a single glimmer of golden scale could be seen. The outer layer was completely smooth and gleamed almost like wet paint, giving no hint at the chaotic mess of scar-grown scales underneath.

The 'suit', if that was the right word, had many features, and many consequences. It was alive, in a way, and would feed on her sweat and various other bodily secretions to sustain itself, while also keeping her skin - or, in this case, scales - healthy underneath. It would repair and maintain itself if it was damaged, and could even grow with her as she got older. The black film covering her wings would prevent her from flying, alas - she'd be able to glide, perhaps, at best. The stumps where her horns had been were now crowned by a stubby pair of spikes, formed from the black substance itself, giving her a suitably 'green' profile. Indeed, as Blake had said, there was now nothing to suggest that it wasn't a fully grown and matured green dragon underneath the black skin.

Of course, this 'second skin' hadn't come out of one of the most depraved volumes of the Library of the Perverse for nothing. Looking at the now-black Aurelia, Blake licked his lips. "Looks good so far. Let's try out the various features, though, just to make sure it all works. Oh, and just to remind you - the name 'Aurelia' no longer applies to you. Your name is now 'Slut', and the suit will respond to that designation even if you don't. With that in mind... freeze, Slut!" Aurelia, who had been curiously looking herself over, craning her long neck for a better look, immediately froze as still as a stone statue.

It wasn't simply her submissive tendencies compelling her to do so. The black skin could secrete a paralytic potent enough to affect even a dragon, seizing up her muscles completely, leaving her eyes - and, less visibly, her tongue and various internal functions - to continue moving. Nodding, Blake fired off several more commands. "Spread your legs, Slut. Lift your tail, Slut. Face me, Slut. Open your mouth, Slut. Head on the floor, Slut. Ah - it all seems to work well! Any simple command should function just as reliably." Indeed, every order had been swiftly, if a bit jerkily, obeyed - as the living outer skin manipulated her otherwise-frozen muscles, moving her around like a marionette before leaving her standing as proscribed.

"Anitra, my dear?" Blake queried. "We need to make sure it doesn't just answer to my voice." Nodding, she stepped up behind the now-black Aurelia, inspecting all that the raised tail revealed. "Open ass and pussy, Slut!" She ordered, experimentally - after all, the black skin shouldn't be limited to just what the_wearer_ could deliberately do. To her delight, the orders were obeyed - as the scales surrounding both orifices were pulled inexorably outwards by the black substance clinging to them, providing a good view of the pink and dark-red insides of the two holes.

Blake, craning his neck to inspect the results, grinned and nodded. "Excellent. Just as intended - any command spoken within earshot will be obeyed, regardless of the source. Even the lowliest servant will be able to order her around freely." Aurelia moaned through her forcibly-open mouth as Blake stepped back in front of her, carefully positioning his cock - still semi-hard from fucking her earlier - over said mouth. As his piss began to splash down into it, he craned his neck to observe, and smiled viciously. "Now, it only works for the external muscles, which means I can't just 'order' you to swallow right now... but I can punish you if you don't. Suffer, Slut!"

Pain wracked her young body, radiating out from her clit - covered, as it was, by the black skin. She couldn't call it pressure, or heat, or anything else except for pure, primal, pain. She gurgled a scream through the mouthful of piss that filled her lower jaw, then swiftly swallowed - and continued to do so as Blake emptied his bladder, and the pain continued unabated. Blake's smile only grew as the stream ended, leaving Aurelia free to make pained shrieks and yelps through her now empty mouth. "Tsk, tsk... you should be lifting your tongue to lick off any clinging droplets from my tip right now. So careless! Suffer torment, Slut!"

The pain intensified tenfold, drawing an outright scream from her lungs. Jerkily, barely controlled, her tongue rose to do as it was bidden, dancing around Blake's cockhead, searching for any stray drops of piss. She could barely control it, barely think of anything besides screaming - but her tongue was about the only part of her body that was obeying her at all. The rest of her body was still paralyzed, bent over, exposed, granting her no recourse but to suffer through the pain and struggle to obey her tormentor. Somewhere, deep inside her, a glowing core of pleasure was rising in defiance of the pain - embracing it, altering it, pushing her towards something that was not quite an orgasm, but rather something deeper and more expansive.

Stepping back, his cockhead now properly cleaned, Blake nodded in satisfaction. "A passable job. Still, I do need to test the final setting too - I'm sure you understand. Mouth closed, Slut. Silence, Slut!" Her mouth snapped shut in an instant, her tongue pulling back inside just in the nick of time, and the black substance covering her skull grew together across her scaly lips, leaving no gap whatsoever. "Blind, Slut. Deafen, Slut." Those were the last things she heard, as the blackness covered her eyes and ears as well, shutting out the world. Hence, she did not hear the final command - "Suffer agony, Slut!" - but the black hide did, and responded.

The Black Slime wasn't the only exotic ingredient that had gone into the black skin's creation. The venom of a particularly nasty type of sea-urchin, generally only found at the bottom of ocean-trenches, had also been used - or rather, the venom-generating gland from one of those urchins had. Thanks to that, the suit could generate a maddening amount of pain on command, without ever causing any actual damage. The amounts that were now being injected directly into Aurelia's clit were sufficient to give even Melora pause - as had been proven during previous experiments with the sea-urchin's spines. It turned the gold dragon's sense-deprivated world into one of pure, undiluted pain. She was_pain, she had _always been pain, she would always be_pain. There was no thought, no regret, no worries, only _pain. Pain... and the pleasure that soared to catch up with it, entangling with it, becoming something terrible and beautiful that swallowed her mind. She didn't cum - she did far more than that. After all, you couldn't 'cum' for three hours, nonstop.

Not that the blinding agony lasted that long, mind. By design, if no order was given to end the torture, the highest level of torture would cease after ten minutes, the intermediary level would stop after an hour, while the lowest level would continue for five solid hours, providing her with plenty of motivation to stagger about and beg anyone who would listen to end it, offering them whatever dark pleasures they wanted in return. These limits had to be tested, however, each in turn - and thus, Aurelia spent the next six hours and ten minutes frozen in her own private sensory deprivation prison as gradually decreasing levels of torture were worked on her. It was simply only about two hours into the low-tier treatment that she started to return to some semblance of consciousness.

In the meantime, Blake and Anitra had continued to amuse themselves with her body, using it freely, as intended. Even with Aurelia herself catatonic with pain, after all, her paralyzed body could still be manipulated by the suit. Anitra took it upon herself to use some of this time to begin training the slutty dragon's urethra - a narrow orifice that she'd likely find very useful in satisfying smaller races such as humans. Direza proved useful for this task, both by happily gulping down the contents of Aurelia's bladder as the suit was ordered to pull open her urethra, and - after some light fingering to warm the narrow hole up - by virtue of the rather thin shaft she possessed when wearing the Ring of Priap. The slender tool fitted just fine in Anitra's own peehole, which was admittedly far more thoroughly trained, but also quite a bit smaller to begin with, so it all balanced out.

Besides, it provided an added opportunity to humiliate Direza. As the drow hesitantly fucked the dragon's stretched-open peehole, with Anitra spanking her buttocks to get her to go harder and faster - it wasn't as if Aurelia would even notice any roughness in that department, after all, lost in the agony of the magical torture as she was - Direza was made to shiver by Anitra's whispered words about how utterly humiliating it must be for a once-proud, golden dragon to lose her last remaining virginity to a mere toilet with legs... truly, the height of depravity. Aurelia could not have appreciated this humiliation even if the pain hadn't blotted out everything else - her ears, after all, were still sealed by the suit - but Direza certainly could!

Once Direza had loosened the hole further and dumped a load of cum inside the freshly vacated dragon-bladder, probably more aroused by her Mistress' close proximity and touch than the tight orifice squeezing her magically-summoned shaft - she'd never seemed to take all that much enjoyment in using the Ring of Priap, Anitra had noticed - she herself took over her place and the ring, instead enjoying a rimjob from her loyal servant while pounding the blackened dragon's tight peehole with her somewhat larger girth. It was quite delightful - not the first draconic urethra she'd fucked in her time, but it _had_been quite a while since Blake had hosted any of those perverted challenge-games with his various suitors and worshipers that had resulted in it happening previously.

The next obvious step, once Anitra's load had joined Direza's in the spacious confines of the dragon-sized bladder, would have been Melora - but the Equus' impressive horse-cock seemed likely to be a step too far, and actually tearing Aurelia's urethra would be counterproductive. Instead, a knobbly dildo was fetched from the wall-o-toys, a bit larger than Anitra's she-cock, and near the limit for what you'd expect to find on a human man. As well as being rather more heavily textured than any such dick would be naturally, of course. Melora was then tasked to ream out the orifice in training with this, showing off her strength and stamina once more - a task further sweetened by Blake deciding to give the still-gaping tailhole above another ride, letting his servant amuse herself by lovingly licking his balls every time they came into reach above her.

This left Anitra to wander around the paralyzed, ink-black dragon, pondering what else someone of her size could do with such a beast - other than demanding the kind of oral services she'd obtained before, which wasn't an option while the subject was gagged and trapped in the throes of torturous, orgasmic agony. It was in this moment, still wearing the Ring of Priap, her eternally-hard cock still slick with the layer of lubricating spit that Direza had applied to it earlier, that she invented an entirely new kind of sex. Looking at Aurelia's head, lying there on the ground, she was amused by how it resembled a shadow or a silhouette more than a real thing - with the eyes, ears, and mouth all sealed seamlessly shut. It had but a single pair of gaps still open, by necessity - the nostrils.

Nostrils that, on reflection, looked just about the right size. And going by the shape of the muzzle they were set into, they likely extended straight from the openings and a solid foot and a half back through the skull. Hmm. Well... why not? Surely, immobile as she was, the girl could manage to breathe with just one open nostril, right? Blake, for his part, watched with eager curiosity as she positioned herself, craning his neck as he continued to pound the paralyzed dragon's tailhole. He laughed out loud as he watched her kneel before the great head, carefully aiming her rod - pushing first the cockhead, then the shaft behind it, into Aurelia's left nostril.

It was hotter in there than she'd imagined - hotter than any pussy or ass she'd ever sampled, yet not quite uncomfortably hot. It was tight, too, grasping her cock tightly. And slimy, of course, but what decent fuckhole wasn't? "I could get used to this..." she mumbled as she began to thrust in earnest, reaming out Aurelia's sinus while feeling the constant push and pull of air as the dragon struggled to draw in sufficient oxygen through just the single nostril. It felt somewhat like a middle ground between anal and a blowjob, on consideration, which wasn't a bad thing...

"Capital, my dear! You have discovered an entirely new way that she will be able to serve smaller creatures!" Blake laughed. "We will have to make sure to spread word about that, too. The possibility of an entirely new and unique sexual experience will be certain to draw even more interest to her, and might help the lesser races overcome their natural fear of dragons." Anitra only moaned in reply as she continued to fuck Aurelia's nostril, pounding the tight, slimy hole with her cock until she finally came - caking the dragon's sinuses with cum that would gradually dribble down the back of her throat. The pleasure was as much sadistic as purely visceral, she thought dizzily as the orgasmic ecstasy washed over her. If this caught on, the young gold would soon forget that there existed any smells besides fresh, hot cum.

"A shame her nostrils are too tightly spaced for both to be used simultaneously..." she finally replied as she pulled out, watching a splatter of cum-drops subsequently drip from the now-empty nostril as it was pushed forwards by a gust of breath. "But maybe for the best, or she'd likely wind up choked to death by some overly horny 'clients' before long." "Not really a concern..." Blake countered with a shrug as he continued to sodomize the subject of their conversation. "The gag - if you can call the second skin growing over her mouth that - will automatically disappear if she's in danger of asphyxiating, though she will have to get quite close to that point before it triggers. By the same token, dehydration and starvation alike will also override any order to close her mouth or eyes, as well as the bodily paralysis."

Anitra_had_ been wondering if the paralysis, like the active torture, had a time-limit - and had to admit that the way it actually worked was even better. If her life was in danger from any internal source, the suit would relax its restraints enough to let her obtain the air, water or food that she needed to survive - but otherwise, all restrictions would remain until someone ordered them released. She could easily wind up paralyzed and exposed in a public place for days, or blind and deaf for far longer, only able to hope that someone would take pity on her and release the restrictions. "What about excretory needs?" She asked, already suspecting the answer. "Oh, there are failsafes there too!" Blake declared, to her surprise. "Specifically, if her gut or bladder winds up dangerously overstuffed, the suit will pull her ass or urethra open on its own, in order to clear any... _blockages_that might have been in the way. Other than that, though, such needs do not represent any real threat to her health, do they?"

This, Anitra could not disagree with - only return his naughty smile with one of her own. So basically, if someone left her paralyzed after having their fun, she'd eventually wind up emptying her bladder regardless of the circumstances, location or audience, nevermind her own feelings on the matter. "You've really thought of everything, eh love?" She asked admiringly, but Blake just shook his head. "Not I, alas. All those failsafes were part of the basic design of the 'Ashen Hide of Utter Submission', as the tome I got it from dubbed it. Reading between the lines, I gather that it was originally created as a collaborative venture between an alchemist - who created the actual substance of the suit and provided it with its many capabilities - and a wizard, who provided the enchantments necessary to control it. The alchemist, it seemed, was mostly concerned with creating a permanent second skin that would rob the wearer of all autonomy and power, turning them into a helpless toy for whoever knew the command-phrases, while the wizard appears to have been quite determined to make the whole thing_safe_ for the wearer, which is no mean feat."

An uplifting message to be sure. Indeed, Anitra was so glad to know that even when they threw this young dragon out to be at the mercy of every lusty pervert in the Utopia - human, dragon, Equus or otherwise - she'd still be perfectly safe, at least on a life-or-death level, that she decided to give the _other_nostril a good fucking too. Maybe the first round feeling so good had been just a fluke! Not so, however - and when Aurelia finally descended from the hellish heaven of soul-tearing agony mixed with all-consuming masochistic pleasure after some three hours, she found Anitra still eagerly fucking her nose, with several loads having flowed down into the back of her throat and onto her tongue despite her still-sealed mouth.

This meant that she was fully conscious when, after firing off one last load, Anitra decided to take things a step further before finally relinquishing the Ring of Priap for the moment. She could feel the heat spread through her nose as the stream of hot, thin piss began to pour into it, washing several dollops of caked-on cum and snot down the back of her throat, while the strong, sharp smell overpowered even the musky scent of jizz for the moment. With the pain radiating out from her tortured clit on the 'low' setting by then, she could also now distinguish the sensation of her peehole being agonizingly stretched open by a large, knobbly dildo which was being pumped powerfully in and out at a steady pace.

Her body was still paralyzed, her eyes, ears and mouth still sealed, and both her pussy and ass gaped emptily, held open by her new outer skin's grip. Swallowing, she tasted the bitter-sour mix of cum and piss, and felt it slither down her throat while she came - an ordinary, regular climax, induced by the stimulation of her urethra and the constant surge of pain and humiliation she was enduring. She felt strangely purified, as if the hours of agony had burned away all her lingering reluctance and uncertainty, leaving only the desire to lose herself in more of the pain, more of the pleasure... to abandon all burdens of deciding and reasoning, to instead simply let her body obey whatever voice it heard, taking her along for the ride.

Eventually, however, she found the pain fading, and her senses opened to her again. Her mind, reluctantly, kicked back into gear as Blake and Anitra explained the remaining details of her new life to her. She would have no den, no home - why would she need one when she owned nothing, anyway? Even her body was public property. Hence, she would live and occasionally sleep in the corridors and plazas of the Utopia, ensuring that she never had any kind of safety or privacy - that any time, night or day, someone, anyone, might walk up to her and command her obedience and the use of her body for whatever they might desire. "Though, if you ever need a place to crash, I can recommend the brown dragons' break-room at the entrance to the mines..." Anitra conceded. "You might even be able to get some sleep there, once you learn how to do that while your holes are getting pounded non-stop. There are always browns coming on or off shift, after all."

She wasn't going to get kicked out in the cold quite yet, though. "You can stay here for the next few days..." Blake declared. "We need to spread the word around, and make sure everyone in the Utopia know what you are and how to use you. Plus, Anitra needs to finish training your peehole so that you can use it to pleasure the Equus stallions you're bound to encounter at some point. I doubt taking a horsecock up the urethra will ever stop being_agonizingly_ painful, but as long as you can manage it without anything tearing apart, that'll be plenty, I believe. And certainly, once a few of the big reds get done with you, your gaping pussy and ass won't be much use to anyone smaller than a dragon!"

Of course, the fringe benefit was that Anitra could continue to nostril-fuck her until the newness wore off, while at the same time teaching the pliable young gold proper language and behavior - how to respond to anyone who approach her, how to inform them of what she could do and how they could use the suit to control and torture her, and indeed which part of her body might best serve their pleasure. Her tailhole, which was bound to soon be thoroughly cored out, would be ideal for the larger dragons, while the smaller ones could continue to use her more elastic pussy. Her peehole, once Anitra and her obedient assistants were done with it, would serve Equus and well-equipped humans, while her nostrils might become the hole of choice for regular humans and other, similarly-sized races. Her mouth and tongue, of course, could be of service to anyone, and perform a wide variety of duties...

Meanwhile, the tale of a particularly kinky green arriving at the Utopia looking for lots of anonymous, no-holds-barred sex was spread around, with the details of how to approach and use her passing from mouth to mouth. Even a few months earlier, it might have caused some consternation among the dragons, who had been trying to avoid shocking their more uptight human visitors for some time - but those particular boundaries were starting to crumble, thanks in no small part to the Free Lovers. It was truly amazing how having regular access to no-strings-attached sex with beautiful women could alter the opinions of even the crustiest of philosophers and scholars, and a fair few of the dragons had also gotten heartily tired of restraining the free-love attitudes that had grown among them during their long centuries of effective imprisonment in the sealed Utopia, just for the sake of their 'guests'.

Thus, in the end, while some among the Utopia's two-legged population were scandalized - and a rather smaller number of dragons expressed some concerns - there was ultimately no push for any kind of action. If this green newcomer wanted to live the life of a publicly-available no-limits slut, that was her choice, and none had any cause to interfere - after all, nobody had to take advantage of what she offered if they didn't want to. There was some debate about whether she actually contributed anything to the Utopia, but since she also didn't require anything beyond food and water, laying claim to no personal space or wealth, the general consensus was that she provided at least enough 'Free Lovers'-style morale-boosting to make up for this rather piddling expense.

And so, in the end, 'Slut', the black-coated dragoness, became just another fixture of the Utopia - often found slumbering in the corner of a corridor or stumbling towards the kitchens, blind and deaf, to beg a meal from the cooks. As Anitra had predicted, she also often wound up paralyzed and exposed in public plazas or the main marketplace long enough to inevitably wet herself, while cum leaked from her every orifice - nose included - thanks to the many different individuals who had made use of her. She learned to savor the flavor of fresh cum and unwashed assholes and how to sleep while being raped and tortured, and forgot that the world had ever _not_endlessly smelled like stale cum and old piss. It would take at least 200 years or so before she grew too big to pass for a green anymore, and she would live those centuries to the fullest...

Anitra, meanwhile, was left to ponder how strangely (and sexily) convenient the whole thing had turned out, after all of her worries. It niggled at her, especially when combined with Blake's reaction - how _he_hadn't been surprised in the least, and how, on reflection, he had no reason to be. She could only think of one place to go in order to address this sense of unease... much as she might later wish she hadn't.

The store-room was dusty, musty, and dank. Deep inside the Utopia castle's internals, it lacked any windows, and thus any light save the glow-crystal that Anitra had carried in there with her. Candles and torches were strictly banned from the area, since the piles of parchment and paper that filled it would allow any errant flame to spread with terrifying speed. It was an auxiliary storage-space for the Great Library of the Utopia, loaded with books, documents and records of questionable, dubious, and uncertain value - patiently awaiting the judging eye of a scholar, be it dragon or human, who might decide their ultimate fate: To be included into the Great Library's collections, or discarded as worthless and burned.

Sitting at a small, messy desk there, Anitra looked up from the papers she had just been perusing, and around at the stacks that surrounded her. She felt strangely numb. The sensation, somewhat ironically, reminded her of when, years ago, she had woken up in a black dragon's den, and been succinctly informed that she was about to be raped to death. A kind of helpless feeling of not knowing what to do with the information she'd just been given, while desperately wishing it would just not be true. Of course, it had worked out in the end back then, hadn't it? And that was exactly the crux of the issue...

The particular corner of the storage-space she'd been digging through contained materials recovered from the Library of the Perverse - or, more specifically, from the personal offices of Drake the Obscene, the sex-crazed wizard who had created the library in the first place. The actual collection of the Library of the Perverse was still being vetted, studied and categorized in terms of necessary access limitations, before being added to the Great Library's wings - so understandably enough, going through the broad collection of personal notes, diaries, unfinished manuscripts and jotted-down reminders that had been recovered from Drake's offices was rather on the backburner for the moment.

And yet, this was where Anitra's search had led her. She'd already read everything the Library of the Perverse had to say about Black Dragons, back when she was investigating the origins of their kind and her own. Thus, the only place left to look was here - the things that Drake himself might have noted down about their kind, but never finished or solidified enough to add it to his library proper. She hadn't really expected to find anything, but rather figured that once she'd at least looked, she'd finally be able to put it out of her mind with a shrug and a "I guess we'll never know..."

But there it was, just what she'd been looking for. Drake, as she'd suspected, had a certain interest in Black Dragons. They tended to interest most scholars and students of the arcane, of course, considering their unique capabilities, but for someone so obsessed with the sexual aspects of the world, they represented a particularly thorny field of study. A 'race', if one could call them that, of nothing but males - and as a consequence, the originators of the popular idea of dragons kidnapping fair maidens and random princesses, or demanding the same in sacrifice. Considering that a large portion of Drake's collection was dedicated to enabling a variety of exotic, cross-species relationships, it was inevitable that he would be drawn to study this kind of dragon-on-human action. And yet, no book about the subject had been found on the shelves of his library...

Apparently, this was because he'd never finished it. It wasn't exactly an easy field to study, she supposed. And like any good scholar, he hadn't desired to fill his library with speculations and unproven theories! He'd still noted them down, however, in a neat little folder - including interviews with the victims of draconic rape, observations, arcane studies, and even a personal account from a meeting with a black dragon, which he'd somehow managed to survive. All of it amounting to nothing more than, well, speculations and unproven theories, in the end... but when those speculations were combined with Anitra's firsthand knowledge and experience, the theories suddenly became a lot more solid, and a lot scarier.

It was the improbability of it all that had led her here, of course. The whole thing with Aurelia was the final straw, essentially. She'd been so worried about how one of Blake's victims would react to him just... turning up and apologizing after raping and torturing her earlier. But it turned out she was actually into that stuff, and thus everything worked out splendidly! Really, though, what were the odds? And then, Blake went and drove that point home, all unintentionally, when he pointed out how it didn't seem so strange to him that an innocent young girl would wind up having multiple orgasms while he brutally raped her. As far as he was concerned, that was just... how the world worked, apparently.

And why wouldn't he have that impression? Aurelia wasn't the first, after all. There was also Melora, another innocent young girl that Blake had raped - and who had enjoyed the experience so much that she'd essentially crossed the continent just to ask him if he'd please do it again. Then there was that slave-girl... what was her name? Satyameva, wasn't it? A Ganarãjyan name, certainly. Just a random, pretty thing she'd picked up from a slave-trader to keep Blake company during the Mirage City infiltration, but she'd soon developed an outright obsession with his cock despite, or perhaps_because_ of, the damage it did to her. And speaking of Ganarãjya, there was also the Rakshasi, Manushya, who proved satisfyingly pliable to her and Blake's abuses while they were there - from what Anitra had heard recently, she'd branched into sadism too, even if the baby-shower had certainly proven that she was a proper masochist as well.

Who knew how many others? She dimly remembered Blake mentioning the women he'd kidnapped before her, back in Karistad. It had sounded like those who'd survived their first experience with him had been... remarkably cooperative, telling him stories and not, by any account, trying to escape. Point was, Aurelia turning out to be a masochistic submissive was a stroke of luck. _Every female Blake raped_turning out to be masochistic submissives strained the boundaries of probability. Was there something else going on? That was what she'd been trying to figure out. And now she knew.

It all came down to the 'dragon-fear', according to Drake's notes. The intimidating aura that surrounded all dragons - though the more powerful variants also tended to have a far stronger aura. Some of it was no doubt the perfectly natural effect that a large, imposing predator would logically have on something that was both much smaller than them and made out of meat, but there was more to it. A kind of subtle, mental influence that reinforced the dragons' overwhelming presence, capable of making disciplined soldiers throw down their weapons and rout, while even the mightiest of heroes tended to get a bit weak in the knees and shaky in their movements. A useful tool for a creature of greed - nothing better than fear to remind lesser mortals that it was better to be poor than dead.

Anitra tended to forget that it existed - it did not affect her, after all. But she'd certainly seen its effects. The dragons of the utopia were friendly, generous, idealistic, and eager to work together with their two-legged friends - but the aura of 'dragon-fear' was not a conscious choice. Rather, it was a constant, automatic emanation. Hence, most of the Utopia's residents tended to step rather lightly around the dragons, still afraid of them on an instinctive, unreasoning level - though it did seem like continued exposure could lessen the aura's effects on a being.

All dragons had this dragon-fear aura... all dragons, except for blacks. This, too, was rarely noticed, since black dragons tended to be terrifying enough on their own merits that the lack of this subconscious influence made little difference. But it was, according to Drake's studies, a fact. His theory, beyond that, was that whatever had altered them from the basic template of dragonkind - something that Anitra knew a whole lot more about than that ancient wizard had ever had any chance of figuring out - had also altered this aura. He, like Anitra, had noticed how those who survived a black dragon's attention tended to find the experience far more enjoyable than would have been reasonable. Indeed, they would often find themselves longing for more of the same...

That, Drake had speculated, was due to the black dragons' altered aura. An aura of not fear, but submission. The range of it seemed to be shorter, and its effects took longer to express themselves, but for all of that - he theorized - it was likely also more powerful and insidious by far. It would alter the minds of the beast's victims, forcing them to enjoy whatever it did to them - not just in the moment, but in the long term as well. The implications had clearly disturbed Drake, albeit on his own, perverted level - after all, if this aura essentially transformed those affected by it into submissive masochists, it would be overriding whatever interesting kinks they otherwise might have had or developed!

That much, Anitra was less sure of. She'd seen enough variety in those who'd been subject to Blake's attentions to suspect that submissive masochism was added on top of whatever kinks and perversions they might naturally have possessed. The rest, though, seemed damnably likely. Melora, Aurelia, and all the rest - they hadn't just happened to be the kinds of people who'd actually enjoy being raped by a black dragon. Rather, being raped by a black dragon turned them into the people they now were. Heck, Drake even further speculated that undergoing 'formative sexual experiences', which presumably mostly meant losing your virginity, with or in the presence of a black dragon would cause the aura to leave a_particularly_ deep mark. After all, with no basis for comparison, no prior experience in what sex and pleasure was, it was easy for that magical aura to step in and say "This. _This_is what sex and pleasure is all about."

Blake wasn't to blame for any of that, obviously. He was clearly completely unaware of the effect he had on all those near him - and indeed, just as incapable of turning it 'off' as any other dragon. Of course, the question that really burned was whether or not this aura, this magical brainwashing, had affected her. She was a DragonRider, after all, and regular dragon-fear auras did nothing to her. Furthermore, there was no real reason for it to affect her - the long-dead God of Power who had created the black dragons presumably granted them that ability in order to more effectively subdue and enslave the women of defeated races, while the DragonRider were bound to them with different, stronger bonds.

But at the same time, she couldn't deny that she fit the pattern just fine. She lost her virginity to him, and subsequently found herself to be a masochistic submissive... among other things. She'd found just as much pleasure in the other side of the coin - sadism and domination - but she had and still did enjoy being dominated and hurt by Blake more than anything. Was that just a particularly kinky kind of love - or the effects of his mind-altering aura?

It didn't stop there, either. Her half-sister Tiriana had gone from having a bunch of formative sexual experiences on the back of a black dragon, to losing her virginity to one. No wonder she'd turned into such an eager masochist! The strong will and keen intellect that Anitra had seen in the half-elf when they first met seemed to have been practically buried by her newfound submissive tendencies, really. And then there was Direza! Blake hadn't been anywhere nearby when she had been seduced, so Anitra could perhaps take sole credit for that. But the drow had been living next to a black dragon since, so if her submissiveness and masochistic love of humiliation had deepened and broadened... was that just the natural progression of their relationship, or Blake's aura lending a hand?

More pressingly... little Mel! The young foal had been born directly under_a rutting black dragon, and was now being raised next to him. Blake had, in an impressive show of morality for him, insisted that he'd only take her on as a servant and Melora's eventual replacement if_she wanted that, once she came of age - but at this rate, would the young Equus ever really have an actual choice in the matter? Or would she, by then, be more than eager to follow in her mother's hoofprints and dedicate her life to being an eager pain-slut, her mind molded for just that purpose by Blake's mere proximity?

Feeling strangely detached, she reached up to her shoulder, and wrapped her fingers around BlackFire's hilt. She tended to carry her sword on her back whenever she left her chambers - it went well with her skimpy armor, and you never did know when you might get ambushed by a crazed cultist and dragged into Hell, right? The blood-blackened blade hissed as she pulled it from its sheath, made from the leathery wing-fabric of a dragon... what kind of dragon and how Drewyn had acquired it was something she'd very deliberately never asked him. Ignorance was bliss, after all.

Holding the sword horizontally out in front of her, she carefully wrapped all of the papers - all of Drake's notes about the black dragons' 'aura of submission' - around its blade. Then, with a thought, she lit it, and as she watched, the papers were instantly reduced to fine ash by the dragonflame coursing along the starforged steel. Nobody had thought to forbid her from carrying her enchanted sword into the paper-filled storehouse - and even if anyone had remembered its fiery ability, why would they have suspected that she might use it? She was the DragonRider, after all - one of the Utopia's heroic champions!

"Ignorance is bliss indeed..." she mumbled to herself as the fine ashes fell to the desk, watching with detached calm for any embers that might threaten to spread the fire to other, guiltless documents. She'd have to gather the ashes up, maybe hide them in a corner where they'd blend in with the dust. Leave no trace. Nobody could know, least of all Melora - if she ever found out, she'd have to question everything she was, everything she'd become, everything she'd dedicated her life to. And Aurelia... in the end, she'd actually been right - Blake had put a curse on her when they first met, all unknowingly. It would've been impossible by any normal logic, but if his aura had permanently altered her mind during the trauma of the torturous loss of her innocence...

And those were just those who'd be most directly impacted by the knowledge. What if the dragons of the Utopia learned of this, and started to question whether Takharsis had perhaps had good reason to decree the banishment of all Blacks after all? It could have wide-ranging consequences. This knowledge needed to be wiped from existence. She couldn't help knowing it herself, but... she could certainly try to put it out of her mind. Yes... enough digging around in unsavory places for things no-one ought to know. Digging up the past only brought pain. Time to let dead gods and ancient explorers alike rest.

She loved Blake and Jet - it mattered not why. She loved Direza and Melora almost as much, and it mattered not why they were there, either. No more running around and getting into trouble, she promised herself as she pushed her sword back into its scabbard, extinguishing its flame. From now on, she'd dedicate herself to her family and loved ones. Be a wife to Blake, a mother to Jet, a mistress to Direza and a friend to Melora. Maybe, at some point, curiosity or boredom would drag her back to adventuring, or compel her to seek answers to those lingering questions she was now abandoning - all that stuff about Lutan the Explorer that she'd kept meaning to dig into - but it would not be soon...

THE END

Oh, no, don't worry - I don't mean the end end. Dragons and riders are long-lived creatures, after all, and Anitra's resolve will indubitably waver eventually. Just don't be surprised if a fair bit of time has passed when they return for the next chapter: Secrets of the Emperor's Tomb!