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Proving Power Through Pleasure

Part 4

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

Another fight, another not-quite-clear result. Tharun, Bunti, Velera, and Saldith gathered around their fire at the far side of the valley, grumbling to themselves as they dealt with the consequences of fucking with the dragoness without having the right sort of protections.

They had all been affected. Tharun had already been turned into a horse, but his bestial shaft had not gone soft ever since they'd parted the dragoness. He could still feel the ghostly licks of her tongue around the head of his shaft, the phantoms of her throat around the rest of it. It kept him hard at all times, huffing softly, and the bard had to push himself not to think of just slamming her down and doing the same thing to her throat again the next time that he saw her.

Velera had been warped the most, though it was hard for anyone to say that it was a bad thing. The human had become much more of a dragoness than the aspect of her sorcerous powers would have normally allowed. Her face had become completely bestial, and her cheeks were lined with the same scales that she had along her hands. Her arms and legs had changed, too, leaving only the core of her body human, still, and even that had the start of a tail growing out of the base of her spine.

Bunti had taken less than the rest, though the half-orc's mind seemed to be more focused on sexual things than ever before. The green-skinned barbarian was constantly huffing, grunting, growling, and her hand was between her legs more often than it wasn't, always rubbing, always circling her clit. The scent of sex was strong on her, and there was no getting away from her desires.

Even Saldith, modest Saldith, had been affected. His cock had gone from internal to external, and it dripped constantly. He kept hunching his hips, a low-level curse of arousal on him, his need making him want to breed at all times. The females around him were tempting, but so far, he had managed to keep himself from losing his focus.

It was a disadvantage that all of them should have seen coming, but none of them had done anything to deal with it. Tharun sighed.

"Alright. We did at least show her that we can be taken seriously. That's a small victory," the horse said, tossing a stick into the fire. "What are we going to do when we get there, though?"

That was the question, and it was one that none of them wanted to answer.

Depending on what sort of structure the Hall was when they arrived, the best answer might actually be to split the party. None of them wanted to do that, and none of them wanted to be the one to suggest it, but there was no denying that it wasn't a bad idea. Particularly since one of them could fly, and cast Fly. It meant that they had a chance to go through the Hall from two different directions, meeting up at the far end.

And they would be balanced. A magic user and a fighter, of sorts, on either side.

On the other hand, it meant that if either of them found Drakina before they were able to meet up, then they'd be sitting ducks. They had managed to win by working as a party, and there was serious doubt of them winning if they weren't all together.

"I know that this depends on us finding her in the first place," Velera said, "but what are we going to do to keep...that...from happening again?"

"Her magic is...strong," Saldith said, "but there will be ways to slow that down. Even eliminate it, perhaps."

"Blades."

Bunti held up one of her greatswords, and they all stared at it. The blade was thick, made with a plentiful amount of anti-magic material. It was something worth more than most of the equipment that they carried, and it was certainly more than powerful enough to cut through the dragoness's barriers...but it was useless when they wanted the dragoness alive.

It took Saldith to get what she meant. The lizardfolk took the sword, running his hand along it.

"Melt it down...make a collar, or something else..."

That was the only possibility, they realized. If they could strip the dragoness's magic from her, make it clear that she would only get to use it when they were telling her what to do, then they had a chance of victory.

Of course, making the collar would take the whole night, but it was just about possible. The question was, how were they going to get it on her?

It was unlikely that they would be able to count on getting her knocked down and paralyzed again, particularly in her own fortress. Pinning her at all was something that only Bunti had the muscle to do, and that relied on the half-orc getting close enough to actually do anything. Considering they were going to be in a magical fortress that reordered itself on the daily, that was going to be hard.

Then again...

"Do you think that she'd agree to a challenge?" Tharun asked.

Bunti blinked, arching an eyebrow, and Saldith shook his head. Velera, on the other hand, pressed clawed fingers to a scaly chin. The horse waited, letting her have the time she needed to think.

"Well...theoretically, she might."

"Why?" Saldith asked. "Why would she handicap herself?"

"Yeah. Why let self lose?" Bunti asked.

"Because she always wins."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Oh, come on," the sorceress said. "It's the same reason why we don't deal with goblins and little kobolds anymore. We always win, but this? This is something legendary. We have a chance to beat someone that nobody else has beaten before."

"So...why would she let us have a chance of winning?" Saldith asked.

"Because she's bored. Did you see the way that she handled us the first night? She could have won any time, any moment, but she let us show off for a while, let herself get a bit beaten up so that she could pretend that it was a fight. But if we set restrictions, make it so that she can only go by these rules..."

"Then she'll be interested," the horse said, nodding. "She'll want to see how well she can fight and win when she has to play by someone else's rules."

"And that means that an official challenge has a chance of working. Particularly with us."

That did make sense, and even Saldith nodded his head in agreement. They had managed to restrain her, once by grace, once by genuine ability, and that meant that they were capable of presenting a threat to her. She might not be afraid of them, but she would be more interested in giving herself a challenge with someone that could actually deliver on it.

And if they were making a challenge, they could name the stakes, too.

None of them were cowards, but there was a comfort in the idea of being able to limit the punishments and penalties that came with losing.

More to the point, it would mean that, if they could pin her again, if they could get her to agree that a failure to act for a certain amount of time constituted a defeat, then they could collar her and use her for as long as they wanted. Or, at least, as long as she agreed for the terms.

The idea of having that dragoness under them, the idea of having that sexual powerhouse able to fulfill their wishes like a genie was a hot one. All four of them moaned under their breath, each of them feeling some fantasy or other.

For all that they had come here to challenge themselves, the promise of the dragoness under them, the chance to bring her down and use her the way that she had used others, had been one of the biggest things to drive them. It was one thing to fight a beast and slay it, another thing to bring down the villain and save the world.

It was something else entirely to beat someone with the power of a demi-god and FUCK them.

Tharun nodded to himself.

"We'll do it, then."

"Thanks for the blade, Bunti," Saldith said with a small nod of respect.

The half-orc nodded, holding the other and putting it over her lap. She took a stone and started grinding it along the sharp end, muttering something about how the sharp side was pointless in this particular fight. If she couldn't just beat her way in, then there was no point in having the weapon to begin with.

They all agreed with that. The dragoness was not someone that they wanted dead, just...restrained. And that was going to take more than blades.

Velera stretched out, then blushed as she pulled her legs back together, feeling the night wind brushing up against her nude parts. Tharun chuckled.

"You're that embarrassed?"

"I'm the only one that didn't get a chance to fuck her, and...well, I think I got the better deal, so far."

"Why? You're the one that transformed."

"But I'm also the only one not thinking with the space between my legs."

"True. What are you thinking?"

"...I'm thinking that we're probably going to end up very inhuman by the time that we're done."

"Is that bad?" He gestured at her. "You're definitely looking better."

"That's because you've always wanted to fuck dragons."

"The point stands."

She shook her head. Heaving her power against the dragoness when they'd first arrived had given her confidence. Even though her spell had been extinguished at the end of things, she'd felt that she was powerful enough to go up against the sorceress, to throw her might against someone that was that legendary.

The last day's fight had changed that. Having her spells ripped apart, controlled by someone else, turned against her and the party had been beyond terrifying. There was a strength there that she wasn't sure if any of them could match, a raw talent that she didn't know how to fight against.

So far, it had been mostly benevolent. It had teased them, taunted them, pleasured them, but it hadn't actually harmed them. But if they pushed this sorceress, who seemed able to control magic itself...

Well, she didn't know what would happen, but she couldn't imagine it being good.

Drakina walked her Hall, trying out different arrangements for the great structure. She had thought about making it into a dog-dick shape, but that felt a bit much, particularly since they'd had a bitch-cunt only a day or so ago. She wanted something a bit different, something a bit more interesting.

Something that would show that she wasn't bothered by the adventurers, too.

That was something that she'd been trying to figure out for a while. The fact that they had just showed up and started challenging her was nothing new. There were plenty of dicks and heroes that thought that it would be a good idea to come to her island and show her who was boss. There were dozens of men and women that were mortally offended at the idea of someone going undefeated, feeling that they needed to be the top dog or that there would be something perpetually wrong with the world.

Perhaps she was one of them that just hadn't met her match yet?

Drakina chuckled, shaking her head as she stopped in the great hall at the base of the Hall again. She gestured, the world shifting around her. As the building re-arranged itself yet again, a bathtub suddenly appeared, and a familiar scream filled the air as it fell from the heights.

"Oh. Hello, Gann."

She snagged the pink-green dragon by the scruff of his neck as the bathtub kept falling. The tub itself fell through the floor, while her apprentice floated down to appear at her side. His breath seemed caught in his throat, so she slapped his back until he was able to cough it up.

"Why are you up so late?" she asked.

"I could feel you doing things, and...I was kinda, you know, curious."

"Busybody."

Despite herself, she patted his shoulder, going back to imagining different layouts. She had generally kept to the genitalia theme of late, but she supposed that it wouldn't be a bad time to flex her muscles on the creativity front. She could try a few different things, see what different layouts offered.

Another thought, another pull with her limited reserves, and the building shifted again. Gann grabbed hold of her from behind, squeezing tight as they lifted up on various hexagons, the walls forming a similar pattern, the stark, hard walls going from flat to curvy, organic in shape. It didn't take long to form the Hall into a beehive.

Even before it was done, however, she didn't feel right about it. It implied a different sort of rulership that she didn't want to claim, and she dismissed it, letting it fade back to the horse-cock shape that she had started the day with.

There's so many possibilities, and the possibilities become blinding in and of their own right...

Drakina slapped the side of her head, glaring at the wall that faced towards the sea, across the water towards the tower that was on the far side. That was a thought more worthy of her brother than her own. His wizard-style was completely opposed to her sorceress style, and reasoning through things like that gave her a headache.

Instead, she barely gave Gann the chance to get back to his feet before she was changing the Hall again. She had an idea.

Warping it around, she brought the Hall to face towards the valley, turning the one spire into five. Three of the tall ones and the one short one pulled in tightly, with the middle one staying upright. The lower part of the Hall was more circular, almost ovoid, for that matter, and it stretched out quite nicely to give a good look for the place.

Drakina nodded to herself in approval, and began the process of adding different platforms running up through the different levels of the Hall. She wanted chokepoints, control points, places where they would have to leap or fly or use tools to get from one level to another. No more of this open area where they could take control or come at her all at once. Drakina planned on making sure that they had to face her one at a time, or at most, two at a time.

This was her Hall, and she planned on making them work for this.

As she warped the world around her, Gann whimpered softly. She paused after the whimpers got louder, turning to face him directly.

"What's the matter?"

"It's all the moving. It's giving me a headache."

She arched an eyebrow. He shook his head.

"Sorry. It's just...everything is moving around, and it's..."

"Is it the physical movement, or magical movement?"

"...Kinda both?"

Drakina nodded. It wasn't too surprising; she had seen him show discomfort before when she had shifted the island around, when the cords of power that ran through it had changed positions or been dragged out of alignment by the things that she or others did.

As far as she knew, it was the discombobulation of the ley lines that bothered him, something that gave him headaches as they shifted about, as the world started to turn and change and warp beneath him.

Patting his back, she leaned in and whispered softly in his ear.

"Go to sleep."

"Mmmph...I want to learn..."

"You're in pain."

"Yes, but -"

"_ Sleep. _"

Her brother wasn't the only one with the voice of domination, and the deep, feminine tones that she yanked up from the back of her throat were more than enough to take control and push Gann right into slumber. He didn't even have the chance to mutter that it wasn't fair before he flopped out on the floor, groaning and muttering to himself.

"Goodnight, apprentice."

The dragoness moved him out of the way, willing him into his bedroom as she started working on the lower levels again. The various tricks and traps still had to be applied, after all, and she only had a few hours in which to do it if she was going to get enough sleep for her energy to be ready for the next day.

After all, she knew that the adventurers were going to be ready to raise hell. She might as well be ready for the same.

Morning came, and Gann was still sleeping, which was all of the best. The little guy needed to have his beauty sleep, otherwise he was a bit cranky and she had to break out the crib and the other materials. Never fun, really...well, for him it was.

She stood on the balcony of her Hall, feeling ready for the day to come. Refreshed from a good six hours of sleep, the dragoness stretched her arms over her head and looked down at the plains that formed the approach to her Hall. The party would be coming shortly, and when they did, she imagined that they were going to get a nice surprise as to what was waiting for them.

The temptation to raise up a bundle of minions for them was there, but she pushed it down. While it might be fun to make them use up their energy fighting a lot of low-level things, she doubted that it would do much, and their sorceress was strong enough that, unless she kept her focus on the minions, the spell that animated them might be suborned and turned back at her. No reason to make it harder.

Well...some reasons.

The dragoness smiled as she leaned forward, her cock already stiffening as she imagined fighting her way through them again. They had managed to knock her down, take her, fuck her the day before, but even that had been pleasurable. A surprise pleasure, yes, but a welcome one for something different.

Having someone angry-fucking her pussy had been particularly nice, and that half-orc's ass...fuck, that had been a good feeling grinding down on her. Slick pussy or not, the ass was where it was at, and that green-skin had a good one.

And those feet...

She shook her head, flicking the side of her face. That was a residual thing with the pheromones that had been forced in her face, the magic that had turned up her heat. Even if she had been more than willing to slobber all over those olive-green soles back then, that was the last thing that she should be thinking of right now.

Drakina flapped her wings a few times, clearing the air around her so that she could think a bit more clearly. Her own scent had been a bit more arousing lately, and she blamed the potion for that. She needed to keep her musk, her scent, her power more focused on domination, on keeping the adventurers in line.

After all, they had gotten their fun, but she hadn't gotten hers.

As she looked over the plains, she could feel them coming. The sorceress in particular made plenty of noise as they walked across the plains, but she knew that the others were following behind. There was enough disturbance to the cords to keep her attention.

Again, the temptation came to start striking at them from a distance, but no. She had enough respect for them for now. She didn't want to win this cheaply. She wanted to give them the chance to really fight her. She didn't want another dream-reality. Those had lost their flavor, and now...now she remembered how it felt...

How it felt when she was weak...

How it felt to earn something...

How it felt when she won, and how much better it was when everyone else was strong, too. When she didn't outclass everybody. When she showed them what she was made of.

Now that she had it again, she'd need to find a way to keep people worthwhile coming here to try this again. But how...

Tharun and the rest crossed the plains, hardly believing what they saw in the distance. The day before, the horse cock had been strange enough, but today...

Well, it wasn't every day that one saw a great hand of white stone flipping you the bird, nor was it a regular occurrence to see dozens of smaller - but still massive, at over fifty feet tall - hands gesturing for them to 'come at me'. There was a little hesitation as they saw what was arrayed against them, but the party continued forward regardless, knowing that there was no way that they could turn back now.

As they passed beneath the many hands, it was almost as if they were being watched. Velera told them that there was nothing around, no scrying spells active, but the feeling never quite went away. Even with the lust that they all carried with them as a result of the previous day's mishaps, they were still slightly ill at ease.

Yet, at the same time, they walked with confidence. From the blade that Bunti had sacrificed, they had been able to make four items. One collar, one pair of ankle shackles, and one cock-ring. If they could get even one of those on the dragoness, they would take the upper hand, forcing her to use weaker spells that they could handle. If they could get more on...

Well, then an agreement for a challenge wouldn't matter. They would have won.

They followed the road of crushed grass up to the front door, and they looked up to see a hint of purple in the raised middle finger. The dragoness was looking down at them.

Tharun gestured at Velera, and the sorceress cast upon him a spell of volume. He called out, and his voice boomed like thunder.

"We come to challenge you again."

"Aren't you a little bit desperate at this point?" the dragoness called back. "I mean, you did lose. Twice."

"We lost once, and the second time was more of a draw," he said.

"If you want to tell yourself that, my little nymphos."

The once-elf, current stallion grunted, his cock twitching, and he knew that a similar feeling rippled through all of them save for Velera. He cleared his throat, trying again.

"We want to make this more of a contest. A contest with a rule or two, and a prize for the winners."

"Or winner, as the case may be."

"It's entirely possible you'll win. And it's entirely possible that we'll win. But let's make the prize fair, so we don't end up hating each other, hmm?"

The bard didn't know if this was going to work, but he would take this over the dragoness becoming the enemy of the party from now unto perpetuity. He didn't dare look away, either; while the dragoness was little more than a dot in the distance, he didn't know how well she could see him and the party. They might be as visible as if they were standing next to her, for all he knew, and he couldn't let nervousness show.

Eventually, however, she called back down.

"I'm curious. What prizes do you have in mind?"

They had a way in. That was all he needed.

The rules were agreed, and they were certainly more restrictive than the dragoness would normally agree to. On her end, she agreed not to collapse the tower, agreed not to alter the geometry of the tower to create new walls without using more fair spells - Wall of Stone, for example, was allowed, mental rearrangement of the Hall's walls was not - and she even agreed not to use any potions or consumables that she had in the building.

In return, the party agreed that they would enter the tower from four points. After having a four-minute head-start, she would be allowed to hunt them. They were allowed to use their anti-magic cock ring or the shackles, but the anti-magic collar was not allowed, not unless they won.

And then came the prizes.

Drakina had surprised them - and she knew that she surprised them - when she agreed to become a fuck-toy and fuck-genie for them if they managed to win. The term of service was limited to no more than a month, and she still had to be allowed to teach her current apprentice, but other than that, the limits were few and far between. The idea of risking something like that stirred something in her, and she felt almost devilishly horny just thinking about how close this might actually become.

They, on the other hand, had been willing to become her personal property for the same length of time. She was open with them, of course, telling them that such an agreement meant that she had access to their bodies for pleasure and experiments, and could warp them and play with them as much as she had done to Tharun or even further, even to the point of sending them on missions for her if she so chose.

They had agreed, and now, the games were set to start.

The dragoness sat on her balcony, watching the four competitors moving around the base of her Hall. She had created doors - the last thing that she would do until the 'game' was over - at the compass points of her Hall. They'd be entering shortly, and then the timer would start.

She was positively giddy, thinking that she might be generous and give them more than four minutes, but no. She knew better than to give them too many chances, now. They'd almost won with an ambush before, and she'd been too cocky about giving them that opening back then. If she gave them more than what they already had now, then it was going to go badly for her, and she could end up a slave.

As much as she liked the risk, she didn't want to actually end up there, so she'd have to play this smart.

The purple dragoness tapped her foot, running her fingers along her thigh as she felt the adventurers enter her Hall. They were spread far apart, the hallways at the backs of the building much thicker and more windy than the hallways at the front. She imagined that she could trap at least one of them in the back, take them down before they could reach the main group. If she could do the same for the second, then she had a chance of fighting just two on one for the finale.

That said, it would be a little boring if she whipped them down that much...

Unless I ran into Bunti first...

God, the thought of railing that orc got her turned on to the nth degree, and she didn't even know why. She just knew that the green-skin got her motor running, and it made her want to explore a few other worlds, find a few orc tribes...

Okay, that might have to be her next journey after this whole thing. When she was done with them.

For now, however, she closed her eyes and started the countdown. She had a lot of time before they would be anywhere near the balconies, even if they started running for them as soon as they got in the tower. She could take her time, relax...and fantasize...

Tharun entered through the front door, and immediately realized that this was going to be a bit more difficult.

There were no stairs that led up through the great hall to the upper floors, but rather platforms that extended through the walls. Perhaps there were ways up in the other rooms, but he already had a sinking feeling that the dragoness had set this up so that they had to burn through spells and powers just to get to her, and not even by fighting other minions.

The bard glanced around, looking for any sign of the rest of the party, but he saw nothing...

Nothing but a bathtub that was sticking out of a hole in the floor...

Nothing but a bathtub sticking out of a hole in the floor with a few water tendrils that were starting to grow towards him.

"...Great. A water elemental."

Velera entered through one of the back doors, and she immediately regretted her decision.

The hallways were swamped with a thick fog, one that burned in the air with the scent of sex, of musk, of arousal. Even one breath had her nipples popping out along her darker flesh, and she groaned as her pussy started to clench.

Thankfully, her wings were good for something. A few flaps cleared the space she needed to breathe, and she was able to step inside. Her new talons went click clack on the floor beneath her, and it took her a moment to be comfortable with that. It was...very weird to have clawed feet.

Looking around, she could tell that she'd picked one of the worst entrances imaginable. There was a long winding ramp that went back and forth going up, but each winding of the ramp was at just low enough of an angle to cover almost no upwards distance, and worse, it was set up so that she couldn't even climb to the next level the way that she might have done in a different situation.

She had to literally walk the entire way up, following the slow oval spiral that would take her towards some other room.

Velera knew that this was guaranteed to be a trapped hallway, but she figured that she could spot anything too dangerous. After all, she had been a rogue before she became a sorcerer. She was pretty sure she still knew how to do that.

Pretty sure.

Bunti punched in the door, stepping through -

"GAH!"

And immediately regretted it. The half-orc hopped back from the hot metal plates that covered the floor, thankful beyond measure for the resistance to fire that she had. Otherwise, the hot floor would have been searing enough to melt right through her flesh. The wooden door was already catching fire, burning beneath her feet.

"Hmmph. Bitch-dragon wants hot feet? Well, she get hot feet."

Of course, just because she didn't take damage didn't mean that it was comfortable. She hissed as her foot started sweating and steaming all at once, and she took to the narrow path that slowly wound its way upwards. It was going to be a long walk, and she planned on kicking this dragoness in the face when she finally got to the top.

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Saldith entered his room, and immediately was on the defensive. As the walls started collapsing around him, the druid threw out his arms, creating vines and tendrils from his hands, calling the roots from beneath the Hall to stabilize the rooms.

"...Not a cheat," he admitted, seeing that it had been a trap by the door rather than something that the dragoness had set up. "Hmmph."

He had just gotten the walls stabilized when something else caught his eye. The door was...strange. Metal, yes, but with moving parts...moving faces.

"...Wonderful. A riddle door..."

The End