The Dragon's Horde

Prologue

Hidden away in the remote mountains north of the Kingdom of Aginvault, a secretive cult of dragon worshipers gathers to welcome into the world the harbinger of destruction, a creature they believe will allow them to ascend and become the rightful rulers of all living creatures in Aginvault. While the ritual commences, those who oppose the cult strike, enacting their plans to destroy the dragon cult and see to it that a powerful and terrible creature is not unleashed upon the world.

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The sounds of beating drums echoed through the caverns, like distant rumbling thunder, or a deep, steady heartbeat. Underneath the constant thrum of the drums, and endless hum of reverent chanting. Thick, black smoke choked the tunnels, smelling of acrid brimstone, sulfur, and something more; a spicy musk that burned the throat and made the eyes water, and set the back of the mind tingling.

The dark passageways were lit, but only barely. Wrought iron braziers were set into the rough hewn stone, filled with burning coals and scented with some kind of incense that muddled the senses and twisted the thoughts. Flickering red and orange firelight cast deep shadows across the rough stone, illuminating the thick smoke and playing tricks on the eyes.

At the heart of the cavern complex, the ritual was in full sway. Dozens of figures gathered in the central chamber, arrayed before a stone dais, on which a carved stone and platinum plinth stood proud in the center, carved in a vaguely phallic shape of undulating forms with a pattern of rounded ridges along the tapered shaft. Set at the top of the post, nestled in a small indent, a large iridescent egg sat, roughly the size of a small melon.

A large, undulating form snaked about the dais. The high priestess had a vaguely humanoid shape, with the upper body of a stunningly beautiful reptilian woman, and the lower body of a massive, muscular python. The Naga's tail coiled lazily around the dais as she led the chanting in the chamber, inhaling the twisting tendrils of scented smoke that billowed around her.

Her chest was bared, and her only adornments were bright armbands of brass and gold that clinked and jingled on her arms as she gestured to the crowed gathered before the dais. Her full, scaled tits heaved sensually as she gathered her breath to address her followers;

“The day has come, my beautiful children! The day of our salvation, the day of our rebirth! For today is the day that the Great One joins us in this mortal world!"

A cry filled the chamber, a rising din of cheers and moans of ecstasy in answer to the High Priestess' words. She continued; “Our love and devotion with coax our Great One from his shell, where he has resided for many decades! With his might, he will lead us in our conquest of Aginvault, our conquest of the world! We will rise with him as he ascends, and we will bask in his glory as he drowns the world with his potent seed!"

Another cheer greeted this. The crowd surged in the center of the caver, two dozen or more bodies pressed together at the foot of the dais. They were a mix of races and creatures, both male and female; Elves and humans, naga like the High Priestess, and kobolds as well, small, scaly reptile like people who were a cross between humanoid and lizard and dragon. There were furred people as well. Several forms of felid were gathered, with shapes and fur patterns like panthers and cats and lynxes. Mixed in with them were wolf men and women, and even the hulking form of an overly muscular bear. All were naked, stripped down to their bare flesh and fur, and many of them with marks on their bodies; painted and tattooed symbols, piercings and other adornments.

The High Priestess addressed her followers, her arms spread wide; “Come, my children! Let us call forth our master! Call fourth our Great One and let us show him the pleasure and love that awaits him in this world! Let us show him what we, his loyal slaves, are willing to do for him!" The naga priestess cupped her impressive scaly breasts and mauled them needfully, her long fingers digging roughly into the soft, supple flesh beneath her patterned scales. Her nipples hardened, poking out between her fingers. Submitting to her command, the gathered crowed dissolved into a mass of unrestrained pleasure.

It was an orgy of undaunted enthusiasm. People divided into couples, but more than that, they formed groups. Hands and mouths and tongues and cocks and cunts explored each other with wanton abandon. The High Priestess remained on the dais, watching the carnal pleasure that erupted in the cavern's center with a smirk of sadistic glee on her serpentine features.

Near the edge of the dais, right at the front of the crowd, a young human woman, maybe nineteen or twenty summers old, was roughly grabbed by two tall, grey furred wolfmen. They leered at her with a predatory gaze, their yellow and orange eyes glowing in the firelight that lit the cavern, their dark red canine cocks jutting from their furred groins like the masts of ships, dripping thin, clear pre-cum onto the dark stone floors of the cavern where it dried almost in an instant from the heat of the chamber. The young woman squealed, though not with fear or anxiety, but with excitement and glee. Her shaven, swollen pussy lips glistened with her arousal as the wolves tilted her back off her feet, their claws digging into the soft, smooth skin of her thighs as they spread her legs wide.

The larger of the two wolves took his place between the human girl's legs, and with a mighty, animalistic thrust, hilted his swollen canine cock in her folds, his furry balls slapping against her ass cheeks as she was held suspended in the air. She groaned and squealed in pleasure as the wolves ravaged her there at the front of the room.

Not far from the trip, a pair of sinuous, muscular naga women feasted on the throbbing cock of lithe, athletic looking felid male with sleek black fur like a panther's. The snake woman had coiled their thick tails over their victim's lower body, pinning his legs to the floor as they took turns stroking his hard, swollen cock and black furred balls with their long, forked tongues. The panther gasped and cried with pleasure, mauling the naga's tits in his hands as they serviced him. A large, looming shadow of thick slabs of muscle and fur pressed itself into the space with the three figures, straddling the panther and shoving its massive cock down his throat. The panther let out a shocked, gagging cry of protest, but quickly submitted to the bear as the larger ursine began to roughly throatfuck him. The Naga giggled gleefully, and one of the abandoned her position sucking on the panther's balls and pressed her face between the muscular asscheeks of the bear to rim his ass. The bear let out a low rumble of appreciation, but otherwise ignored the naga, continuing to stuff the panther's throat with his meat.

Elsewhere, several women were laid out in a row, their asses up in the air, exposing their dripping folds and tight, winking assholes. Men and women, and creatures that existed somewhere in between, with the sexual aspects of both genders, lined up behind the prostrate females to enjoy the warm embrace of their holes.

A large, hermaphroditic hyena threw herself onto a male and female couple who were rutting like animals on the stone floor of the cavern. She tore the male wolf's cock out of the female wood elf's cunt with a brutal snarl, laying the protesting male out on his back before roughly shoving her oversized girlcock up his ass. The wolf let out a pained howl of pleasure, and the elf tried to scramble away to find a more unoccupied partner, but the hyena had other ideas. With one muscular arm, she wrenched the elf back, laying her across the stomach of her former lover, and with her thick, clawed fingers, began to work her tight asshole open, preparing her for the future impalement she would most likely face when the hyena finished mating the wolf.

The heady scent of musk and cum and fucking was nearly overpowering as the High Priestess watched the orgy unfold before her, her face a smug mask of pleasure as she rubbed at her own reptilian slit, now swollen and dripping with her own arousal. The wet slicking sound of her fingers pleasuring her folds was quickly drowned out by the moans and screams of pleasure that echoed through the cavern. Beside her, the egg twitched.

“Yes, yes oh Great One," The priestess hissed as she pleasured her cunt. “Come forth, come forth into the world and see what pleasures await your majesty!" The egg twitched again, and a long crack appeared in its iridescent shell. The naga drove her fingers deep into her cunt, leaning in close to the egg and running her forked tongue along the shell. “Yes, join us oh Great One…"

A scream of shock and panic split the air from the entrance of the cavern. The High Priestess looked up sharply from the egg, seeking the source of the commotion. The sounds of sex and pleasure rapidly died away into confusion. Couples and groups split apart as a dozen or so tall, armored figures marched into the cavern. Gleaming white armor reflected the firelight, and drawn swords sparkled menacingly as paladins of the Order of the Penitent Flame stormed the cult's stronghold. The High Priestess hissed in rage, her hands closing protectively around the still hatching egg as the paladins closed in on the cultists.

At the head of the invading force was a tall, powerful looking wolfess in shining silver and white armor. Her wild mane of hair was pulled back out of her face, and her ice blue eyes shone like beacons in the darkness. She called out in a commanding voice to her companions; “These foul cultists seek to bring doom upon us all! Destroy them, and let none escape!"

The paladins set upon the unprepared cultists, cutting down those who resisted and subduing those who attempted to flee. The High Priestess hissed, placing herself protectively before the alter. “You will not defile the birthing ritual of the Great One!" She cried as the wolfess and two other paladins closed in on them. “Our master will enter this world and see to it that all of you non-believers kneel before his might and his potency!"

“Remove this creature," The wolfess snarled, shoving a naked human woman to the side into the arms of another paladin, who dragged her off. The wolfess' two companions quickly scaled the dais and grabbed hold of the High Priestess. She struggled, fighting one of them off and lashing out with one clawed hand at the other, but was quickly subdued and wrestled to the ground.

“No!" The priestess shrieked. “You cannot interfere! The Great One demands to be born! He demands to be served!"

“Take her." The wolfess said coldly. The paladins dragged the naga from the dais and away from the pedestal holding the egg, screaming and shrieking threats all the way. The wolfess approached the twitching egg cautiously, sword drawn. The egg trembled, and another large crack appeared, causing the wolfess to hesitate. Suddenly, the shell split open, and a large, red, scaly creature uncoiled itself rapidly from within.

The paladin recoiled with a disgusted hiss as a dragon hatchling emerged from the egg. The creature was large, the size of a small horse, quadrupedal, and covered with soft, dull red scales. Its leathery wings were crumpled and weighted down with thick clear liquid, and it opened its bright amber eyes, the slits narrowing to look malevolently at the wolfess.

“By the goddess…" The paladin hissed. She steeled herself, raising her sword, and prepared to strike the beast down. She was too slow, however. The dragon lunged forward with a speed and strength that was unnatural for a creature so young. It bowled the wolfess over, knocking her off her feet and onto the stone floor of the dais. Her sword skittered away across the floor, leaving her disarmed. The dragon snarled, its fangs as long as curved daggers, flinging thick ropes of spit and saliva all over wolfess' face and breastplate. She scrambled back, managing to get out from under the creature. Before she could lunge for her sword again, the dragon launched itself away, moving with the sleek grace and power of a feral panther as it escaped into the smokey chaos of the cultist stronghold.

“Fuck!" The wolfess snarled, struggling to her feet and retrieving her sword.

“Lady Aven!" Another paladin shouted, rushing up to her. “Are you ok?"

“I am fine," She snapped. “But the beast escaped. Hunt it down and bring me its head! Sir Dougen wants proof of its destruction!" The paladin sprinted off, gathering a few companions, as they fought their way through the crowed of naked cultists. Aven stood at the foot of the dais, fuming with frustration and humiliation. Her first command, and she botched the most important part of the mission. She glanced around the cavern, watching her paladins dragging the living cultists in chains from the mountain stronghold. At least they had delayed their plans significantly, and captured their High Priestess as well. With or without the beast, this was a victory.