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Draykan awakens with a cold sweat. His chest rises and falls as the memories of the dark times resurface. Though the dragon may be in the safety of a clean bed in civilized lands, that is little solace to him.

The door opens, shedding light into the darkness, reminding him that he is here, in the palatial temple devoted to all the spirits of love. And the figure who stands before him, clad only in simple draping fabric that covers her modesty simply because of how she stands, is unmistakable.

"Another nightmare, dear one?" the elven matron's voice says, her plump lips settling on a frown.

Draykan runs his hand through his forehead, swallowing spit to remove the lump caught in his throat. "Y... yes..., High Priestess. It was of the time before... before you took me in."

The priestess steps forward, her bare feet nearly silent as she makes her way towards him. Her form, so soft, thick, and delightful--a balm to his eyes.

"I don't mean to be a bother," the dragon responds. "It is something I must face alone. You can't possibly understand what it's like to be in my position."

"Oh, but I have seen many who have suffered who would pervert love's call," she says, sliding up to the bed next to him and wrapping her arms around his body.The gentleness of the gesture makes the flaring of his scars lessen..

"High Priestess..." he breaths, afraid to place his hand upon her.

"Tymara," she whispers back to him. "And if you need to remove this negative energy, know that is the gift I offer you. Just as all members of my family, from my great grandmother, down to my child, I am a servant of love, first and foremost.

"It isn't love I have to give," Draykan responds, his hands moving to her back, gently parting her covering fabric.

"I show my love by taking your pain," she returns, pressing her lips upon his cheek.

He nods and with that, he moves his hands down along her body, pulling her up as she tugs the sheets down from his chest. Soon, the priestess of love sits up on him. Twin penises, rise up into the air, ready for her. When she slips onto him, it is an easy fit that has been done many times before. Despite that, Tymara's welcoming holes embrace him like a lover both new and experienced, a boon of her elven physiology and her place among the church.

With a grunt, he enters her, pulling her up close to him, squishing her breasts to his chest in a tight embrace. "You... you take away my pain day in and day out..." he says as he rocks those hips, feeling her caress touch him and soothe him. "Yet, I've done nothing for you, High Pr- Tymara..."

"I would not burden you, love," the high priestess says, hands brushing down along his sides as she exhales her own sigh.

He rolls over, her back now upon the bed as he looms over her, hands tracing along her body, up to her shoulders, down along her arms, lacing through her fingers. "I'm already burdened by my debt to you," he says, the intensity of his eyes burning into her amber ones. "There is something that troubles you. Please, tell me, not as the high priestess to a sick individual, but as a woman to a dragon."

Tears well up in the corner of Tymara's eyes as she spreads her lips, half to gasp out in the pleasure given to her by his twin penises, but also half in the dredging up of that sick and twisted tale. She closes her eyes, the tears rolling down her cheek as she nods quickly, and then looks at him, this time with more devotion. "Finish this first," she says.

"Very well," he says, grunting as he pushes hard against her, his cocks sliding deeper, kissing against her womb.

The High Priestess's cries fill the chamber as a prayer offered up to the gods of love, and soon, through the pent up frustrations and the years of abuse, Draykan releases into her, not as a feeling of shameful expulsion, but as an experience so euphoric, it is as if he had been liberated for the first time.

Basking in the afterglow, the dragon lays beside his lover, his fingers brushing through her hair as he asks her once more. "What is it that troubles you, High Priestess?"

"I grow worried about my family, Draykan," she responds. "And not the family of love I have sworn myself to, but my family of blood. There was a mistake that was made many lifetimes ago, yet I still bear the scars to this day. No amount of healing can take them away."

"And you've been holding this in this whole time?"

"It's a bit hypocritical, I know," she admits, "And yet, it is a duty I must hold as the High Priestess of love."

"They say that time heals all wounds," he says, "but I've known that they still scar."

"Yes, indeed, and there is something else... I fear as if the ones we have rescued you from, the horrible monsters that would seek to tame you through breaking you, body and spirit, may not be the only ones of their cause."

He sits up, his irises becoming tiny slits. "They live?"

"We found you because we have been seeking them, and that cell was but one of many. They are the antithesis of our order, those who have perverted love so far they have ritualized their lusts.

"Why are you telling me this?" He snarls, squeezing her tighter just from the mere thought of their existence.

"Because, Draykan," she says, her whispering rising up. "I fear they may have already come to our lands--into the elven enclave itself."

Draykan traded his close companionship with the temple and with Tybalt for the cold loneliness of the terrible place that he had once called home. Nestled into a mountain, hidden underneath and old watchtower, only those who had known of the place and experienced its terror first-hand would have any idea that it is actually here.

He descends past the facade, and stops in front of the old stone wall. Closing his eyes, he imagines the movements the cultists made to open the secret passage. He utters the word that finishes the ritual--"Zelbia," the goddess of one of the factions that worked here

There were many here--a conglomeration of evil that worked on every plot and whim that came to their mind. It is through these dark and empty halls that Draykan's life became a living hell. Though there there s no more life in these halls, the evil that saturates it chills him down to the core.

He stops his trek in front of a chamber, its floor stained brown with all matter of unspeakable punishments. For the longest time, this solitary patch of stone and masonry was not just an insignificant little room, it was home.

Draykan strikes the wall and unleashes a powerful roar the memories flooding back to him, but the fresh recollections of the strike of the cat and burning of brands disappears when he hears it: a muffled whimper that snaps him out of his fury.

The dragon rushes towards the direction. The walls echo with each footstep, but, as he traverses the halls, he feels the wind blow against his chest. Stopping in front of the wall, he feels the breeze, digs his fingers in, and, with a mighty roar, tears the wall apart to reveal the secret room within.

Into the chamber, the aura of magic creates a static hum all over Draykan's scales. He steps forward, undeterred by any danger. The darkness around him supernaturally dims his vision, until suddenly, a ray of light appears in the middle of his room, and floating in that beam is a pitiful sight.

She might have been an elf at one point in time, but now, she is merely a stump of a creature. Completely nude and bald, her mouth gagged with a ball and her eyes tied up in a bandage, she is deprived of most sensation in this arcane stasis.

Draykan steps up and reaches for her. The closer he gets, the more he realizes that her skin is flawless. Not a single scar mars her flesh where the amputations would have occurred. Was it magic that made her this way?"

Draykan's fingers brush over her cheek, and she tilts her head upwards, her lips quivering as she lets out a soft whimper.He stops and undoes the gag, letting it clatter to the floor.

Drool dribbles down along the corner of her mouth when she calls out. "Who's there? Do you want to use me?"

"What? No... I'm Draykan... I was a prisoner--an experiment-- here, too.

Her voice releases his name in a soft breath, her lips turning up to a smile.

"Don't be alarmed," he says. "I'm going to undo your blindfold."

"It won't matter," she says, a musical lilt added to her words. When he lets the fabric fall over her body, he gasps.

Through gray, unfocused eyes, the elf sees nothing. "I told you..."

"I'm going to get you out of here," he says, moving his hands down to hold onto her sides.

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. "S... sorry. It is painful. Dark magic..."

He stops, but then he says. "I know magic to counteract it. I am a student of the spirits of love. Perhaps their art will counter the darkness here as it has with the darkness within me."

"Show me," she whispers.

"I need to know your name," he adds, wrapping his arms around her, standing in the light and pulling her up against him, her body warm and soft against his scaled hide.

"Galenna..." she whispers.

"Then, Galenna... are you ready to receive the healing touch?" As he asks this, Draykan's lengths rise up, tenting in his pants and prodding at her sex.

Galenna gasps, her torso shuddering, but she closes her eyes and nods, hissing "Yes..."

He carries her out of the light, and Galenna groans, a subdued sort of sound. He finds a table and places her down upon it to lay upon her stomach. The cool metal against her skin makes her shiver. He falls to his knees and spreads her lips, admiring the glistening. Already, she is ready for hm, and they have only just met! Is this the power of a real knight of love?

He remembers Tybalt's tips. The most important is to service what his partner desires, so he leans in, rolling out his tongue, and pressing the impressive muscle up against her.

Her taste is sweet, more so than the High Priestess, and he delves within her, her gasps going from a low pained to a sharp surprise. Galenna wriggles under his actions as he plumbs deeper inside of her, lapping up every inch of her treat as he can.

Soon, however, her shuddering turns to higher groans, pained groans. He pulls his face back and licks his lips. "Is... is that not enough?"

She rolls back and forth over the table, moaning over and over again a word in what he thinks is elvish. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he says. "Galenna!"

She looks over her shoulder, though she can't see him. A blush flushes her face, her breath coming out as ragged gasps. "M.... More..."

He frowns. "Are you sure?"

"I... I can feel it.... soon. Yes. More..."

He nods, her whines of need fueling the fires of his own desire. He pulls his pants down, letting his twin lengths spring free. Scooping her up, he rolls her onto her back, her head dangling over the edge of the table. Then, his twin lengths brush up along her, teasing at her lips, sliding down her crack, meeting at both of her entrances.

Her lips quirk up in a smile, a soft chuckle arising from her soft voice... "T... that. It's amazing!"

He

smiles back, his hands gripping onto her shoulders. Keeping his eyes on

hers, though she cannot focus back, he penetrates her.

The tight

walls feel remarkably different than Tymara's. While the priestess kept

her body in great shape for the arts of love, this one feels so

different, so new. He doesn't question himself as the grunts rise up

from his throat. He leans forward, overwhelming her with his form as he

presses his chest to hers, his snout booping her nose.

His hips rock forward, spreading her wide. The deeper he delves into her, the louder her once-silent cries become.

Her

body writhes underneath of him, perhaps the only way she can show her

excitement in her current state. The penetration becomes more natural,

and her cries get higher and higher with each deeper thrust.

It

is with one of his deep thrusts that one of his members meets, and then

destroys, a barrier. He freezes, his eyes widening, and stops, staring

at her. "You're..."

"Why... why are you stopping?" Galenna asks, her eyes blindly searching for him. "P... please, keep going!"

Breaking

through that initial surprise, he grunts an affirmative and presses on,

now going through that barrier to parts untouched!

Snorting, he

speaks up to her. "I'll see if they can heal you... better than I can...

give you your... your legs--your arms, too."

Her smile is so wide, her sightless eyes rolling back as she pants higher and higher with each thrust.

"I...

I don't n-need that, t-thanks to you!" She gasps, her voice losing more

and more of its resistance and growing more with each syllable.

"What

do you-" He asks, but stops when something taps on his shoulder.

Looking over there with a snarl, he yelps as a cold, porcelain arm rests

over his shoulder, the hand tickling under his chin. Another hooks

under his lower body, groping his ass.

Galenna bites her lip and nods. "K-keep going. I feel it returning. My ability!"

He

shakes his head and continues, pushing further into her than before,

even as legs graze his own and attach at her hips. Once connected, they

wrap around hm, pulling him closer, stopping him from ever leaving

before he is done!

"More, more!" she

screams, and he listens to her, looking down, focusing on her body as

fingers trail up and down along his scales, feeling him with their own

indulgent pace.

Though, she isn't the only one who is getting the

sensual delight, for with each thrust, he sees the distortion under her

body caused by his massive phalluses claiming her body as his own

personal grounds. Her form slides on the table with each thrust, her

breasts flopping lewdly with no restraint. Her legs that hook onto him

do not move with her, floating in their original position, but still

strong enough to keep

him from backing up away from her.

He grabs onto one of those

legs, pulling them upward to rest it over his shoulder, and as he does,

her body slides up to follow it, tied to the magical appendage, despite

their lack of a physical connection.

The idea of this magical

being, the control he has even when not connected, drives him wild, and

he roars, his hot breath over her face.

With that, he slams into her, his climax coming hard and fast, shooting streams deep into her innards and up into her womb.

Her arms and legs

clatter to the floor as her body contracts around his members, her

screams echoing throughout the halls of the lair of evil before she

collapses back, panting, sweating, a total hot mess.

Draykan

pulls himself free, stumbling back, cum oozing from both tips as he

stares down at her form, her head cocked to one side, full breasts

glistening, her mouth quirked in a smile, and the cum dripping from two

holes at once, her tummy swollen with his seed.

He wipes his

brow, taking a few deep breaths to catch himself. That exertion tires

him out enough to collapse onto his butt on the floor. "T... that

was..."

She licks her lips, her whole form shuddering. "T... that was incredible!" she growls.

Suddenly,

her appendages spring to life, legs lacing around his and arms on his

shoulders, as if her phantom body were sitting on his lap. She brushes

her fingers over his cheeks and says. "I... I don't feel any of it

anymore. No more pain... no more restraint. I can do anything, be

anywhere. It's all because of you!"

He smiles, pulling her hands away from his cheeks. "I'm... I'm glad to have helped. Now, about getting out of here...

Her

body flies off of the table, landing right in place where it would

belong with her arms and legs. He gasps as her crotch slams right up

against his own, sniffling back a tear.

"What? Leave? Now? With you, my love? That sounds wonderful! Where shall we go?"

"I, uh... suppose we can go back to the temple of love. They should be able to help you out more than I did and-

"No!"

"...no?"

She

wraps her arms around him, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "I'm

perfectly fine with my Drakey! You'll protect me with your big strong

muscles, and I'll let you use my stumpy body whenever you want!"

He

stands up, helping her to stand with him. He pats her on the shoulders,

squeezing them a bit to convey his meaning. "Look, Galenna. I don't

want to use you. That's the last thing I want, alright? Besides, I can't

take your limbs from you. That's cruel."

"Oh..." she says, tapping his chin. "So, you want me to keep the limbs on? Gotcha! Well, shall we?"

With a nervous chuckle, Draykan pulls up his pants and laces his

fingers with hers. "Yes, let's," leading her out of the dark chamber

and into the unknown of the future.

From the dark depths of the secret mountain lair, Draykan has carried his newfound companion. He had dressed her in his top, leaving his scarred chest exposed to the elements, but that is of no consequence to him. All that matters is that he take Galenna to the temple of Love and hope that the High Priestess and the other healers can work on her the way they have helped him.

The path isn't completely clear of travelers, though, and they stop once in awhile to greet people and share the news. Each time they talk, Galenna tightens her grip on Dray, but otherwise remains quiet... except for one instance.

They meet an elf along the road, dressed in a traveler's tunic with her head covered by the shade of her hood. Her full lips quirk into a smirk as she sees the two, an she says. "What a lovely couple we have here."

Galenna wraps her arms around Dray's body, holding him in close as she stares at the woman. "Yes, He's my Drayky, so buzz off!"

"Now, now," Draykan says. "You're my top priority Galenna, and she's not trying to start any trouble."

"That's correct," the traveler says. "But just be warned that your love doesn't turn sour. Can you honestly say you can have a real relationship, when so much of you is false?"

Galenna gasps, but Dray reaches back and pats her on the cheek. "We're going now. Leave us be."

The traveler titters and shakes her head, heading past the two. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of ruining this beautiful relationship..."

"Let's leave that poopy head alone," Galenna says, pressing her lips to his cheek. A shiver runs up Dray's spine. Something about that encounter seemed strange, uncanny, in a way. He shakes it off at a pat on his chest. Perhaps Tymara would know what to make of this feeling.

The two soon arrive at the temple of love. The outer walls are a testament of the marriage of engineering and nature. Galenna's eyes widen at the sight of ornately decorated trees and vines curling over architecture as she bucks onto his back, saying. "Dray, Dray, please! Let's see what's inside!"

Since this is his home, the guards let the two through with little questions, sending word to Tymara as quick as they can. Dray, meanwhile, lowers himself, letting the elf land on her porcelain feet and admire the architecture, running her fingers along one marble statue.

Soon, two priestesses appear, draped in loose-fitting fabrics. They smile as they look to the elf, who smiles back at them, and one holds out her hand, saying. "Shall we get you cleaned up now, Miss?"

Galenna eyes widen and she steps on over toward Draykan, wrapping her arms around him. "Oh, but I think Dray needs some washing, as well!"

"Of course," the two priestesses say, bowing "then we shall help the both of you."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," she says, waving them off. "After all, it's just a bath. Me and Dray can benefit from some alone time, right Dray?" She asks this, swirling her finger over the dragon's torso.

"Well, I mean we've been alone all this time already..." he looks to the priestess. "Is the High Priestess busy?"

"She's currently performing an exorcism, but she should be ready to meet you within the next couple of hours."

"Oh, I see..."

"Come on!" Galenna says, tugging Draykan's arms. "We can meet her later. I want to be with you!"

"You're not tired?" He asks as she drags him along.

"Of course not" she replies, taking him towards the pools. With a quick gesture, she throws off the shirt and dips herself in, sighing as she lets the warm water hit her smooth flesh. "Now, then... come on in."

"How can I say no to that?" Draykan says with a shrug, disrobing and following suit.

He guides the soap all over her body Galenna's gasps filling into his ear as he makes her skin shine. Meanwhile, she returns the favor, letting her arms float free from her shoulders, getting all over him without having to move herself away from his embrace.

"Your abilities... are amazing," he says.

"It's why they had me and why they did what they did. It strengthened my already powerful mind..." she says this scratching under his chin. "I can feel everything they feel," she says "and I can make them do whatever I want. That is the power of my mind, and I've made up my mind that I owe you my life."

"Oh, c-come on. Surely there's something back home for you, right?"

She shakes her head as she rests her forehead upon his own. "I'm looking at my home right now," she whispers. "And I shall protect him with my life."

A cough breaks their gaze. Standing at the edge of the pool, glowing with her intense radiance of love, is the high priestess Tymara. Draykan stands up for her and bows. "Tymara... it's been so long."

"You mustn't' see our time apart as a burden, Draykan," the High Priestess says. "I see you've found yourself a friend."

"Y-yes, this is Galenna." He motions to the elf. "She's a powerful mind, but they disfigured her to make her that way. Please, there must be some healing you can perform.

"I'm fine, Dray," Galenna says, sinking down into the water, bubbling up the waves with her mouth.

"What...? Okay then, perhaps you can help me. I have questions, and I think... I think I'm ready to become a full-fledged knight!"

Tymara smiles down at him, through her eyes flash over towards Galenna a moment. "Very well. Let us discuss..."

Draykan steps out of the tub, but Galenna arm squeezes at his wrist, holding him back. "No!" she hisses. "You can't leave me behind. Not to be with her!"

Draykan frowns as he stands halfway out of the pool. Though Galenna tugs at his arm, Draykan does not yield to her, nor does he pull away from the desperate woman. "What's the matter?" he asks. "She's really good at what she does. Her touch is remarkable in its ability to heal."

Galenna blinks at that, her hands squeezing his wrist tighter and rising up from the pool, the grimace on her face giving her an ugly look. "You promised you would be with me always, Dray."

"Looks like you made a promise that's difficult to keep," Tymara says, her hands resting upon her hips. "Make sure you know how to handle the troubles you cause."

"T... troubles?" Draykan says, looking from Tymara back to Galenna. "Please, Galenna... this is a temple of love. We love everyone here."

"Correction" the elf says, a wide grin on her face. One leg moves down through the water, behind his leg, and she tugs at him, knocking him over with a loud splash.

Soon, he's floating on his back as her body shifts over, mounting upon his stomach as she stares into his eyes. Arms go behind her, bending away from their natural direction as smooth fingers trace up and down one shaft. The other hand moves even lower, expertly caressing between his legs. She smiles, her lips spreading wider than before until she looks down onto him with a manic sort of glee. "I don't need any other healing but you, Dra~ay," she coos as her hands work their magic upon him. "And you don't need anything but me. This is healing for you, isn't it? This makes you feel like a better man, right?"

Draykan strokes back, pushing himself up against the wall. Galenna's body falls into the water with a splash, but her hands continue their work, two fingers curling up and tickling underneath the head, palm holding his balls and fondling them gently, yet with dedication. He growls and pulls himself up to sit up, but still she works on him, kicking until she connects her arms back to her shoulders, her face inches from his other dick. "I'm just a lump of flesh, ready to please you, my champion." She rolls her tongue out, lapping at the tip of his untended head. Soon, she dips down lower, kissing at it. Tending to that cock, her hands float away from his wonderful package, fingers tracing up along his body with asynchronous movement. Her right hand takes in the contours of his muscle, while her left traces along and around the scars that marr his flesh.

He groans a bit, his eyes fluttering over towards the High Priestess, who watches the exchange with a slight frown and her arms folded underneath her ample chest. What did Tymara see in this exchange? Draykan sees a broken woman, clinging desperately to the one thing that makes her happy. Perhaps, then, he should give her that thing.

His hands go down, fingers weaving through her hair and pushing her down upon the shaft. With a glugging gurgle, the elf closes her eyes and twists her head, dipping down along his shaft to her throat as her arms float on their own. One goes to feel the tensing muscles that hold her down, swirling over those rippling scales.

They travel higher, tickling under his chin and gently caressing his cheek, all the while juxtaposing the slurping, pumping head staring up at him, submerging her mouth under the water with each bob of her head with no regard to her own safety.

Inside his mind, Draykan can hear the elf's voice. It echoes all throughout, but it is unmistakably her. Even with her mouth full of dick, she can talk to him--communicating her deepest desires. "My entire life is dedicated to you, Draykan. You saved me from that place, and I will be eternally within your debt." She turns her head to the side to get a better angle, her nose booping against his other, untended dick. "I'll show you pleasure unending. I have been taught all the best places to make a man fall to his knees before me, and with that knowledge and my skill, you will never need another whore again." Her eyes glance over towards the High Priestess, Galenna's eyes flaring with a vehemence as she sucks the dragon off.

Draykan grips her hair and growls, speaking through his gritted teeth. "She isn't a... ah..."

But as he speaks, the elf's fingers stroke up along the side of his head, scratching over the rough horn on top of his head. His heartbeat increases as he feels the sensation tingle down his head and through his body. When fingers wrap around one, stroking along it as if it were a dick, his mouth opens, his breath huffing as he leans over in the pool. "I... I... ah...?"

"Yes?" Galenna thinks up to him, a sylvan glance in her eye.

"No!" Shouts the priestess, who, until this point, had remained quiet, an observer to the proceedings. But now, she looks on not in curiosity, but in fear.

Slowly, silently, Draykan stands up in the pool, the water rolling off of his body. He grips harder onto Galenna's hair, pulling her up along with his cocks as his nostrils flare.

The elf squeals, opening her mouth enough to let the cock slip out, just in time for Draykan to unleash a blast straight into her face. After his impressive load shoots all over her face, the elf is knocked back against the pool, her entire face frosted in cum, with plenty more over her chest, the pressure of the unleashed ejaculation having coated her, marked her, as Dray's

Standing there over her is no longer the kind and caring knight in training, but rather a beast looking down to her with thin-slitted irises and a glow to them as arcane energy crackles throughout his body.

Silence takes over the baths at the temple of love. The High Priestess stands at the edge of one of the many pools, stunned into silence at the beast looming over the amputated elf woman, Galenna. She clutches at her chest, seeing the pure primal rage that looks at Galenna now. She remembers that rage, as it had been directed at her once before.

During one of their healing sessions, Her body and Draykan's coiled together. they petted and played at each other's forms, exploring and healing, for the dragon had only ever been touched in hate and perversity, not with the guiding hand of a true lover.

And as she explored, her fingers move over to the dragon's horns, seeking to caress those symbols of his virility. But as soon as she did, his body tensed up. His eyes became slitted and angered, his pleasant visage the composure of a monster, and he ravaged her, over and over again, until he passed out, leaving her sore for days to come.

And now, Galenna, the poor elf woman in need of healing, has found that trigger that drives him wild, and is experiencing the full brunt of his wrath.

His strong arms pull her legs upward, not caring that they are in a pool, that she has no solid ground to lay upon, that water splashes up over her face. He squeezes her prosthetic limbs, the material cracking under the strength of his hold. Twin cocks, hard as diamond, line up perfectly to hit both of her holes, and he thrusts forward with little time for her to prepare. Her body bulges with the thick twin rods prodding up into her, penetrating deep, striking at her recesses. A beast like him has no need to worry about assaulting her womb over and over again, all it cares about is its own desire to lay its seed into this, and every, female.

Galenna sputters and coughs from each push, her false arms detaching and moving underneath of her, pushing her up, laying her shoulders on the edge of the pool. He doesn't care and just continues forcing himself upon her, her body rubbing roughly against the tile next to the tub.

The High Priestess freezes when she sees the expression, hears the sounds, and knows the intentions of the elf. Galenna's cries that echo the bath hall are not those of a frail waif being violated by an inhumane assault, but of a wild beast, screaming in heat, getting exactly what it wanted.

Tymara knows what she now must do, and the High Priestess disrobes and steps into the pool with a serene urgency. Despite her calm entrance, Galenna glances over to her with manic eyes, and a furious grimace that chills her spine. "Stay away, yo-you whore!" she screams, her hands moving down along her own body. "This is what I want! This is my Drakey, this is love!"

"You don't know what love is," Tymara says, lifting her hands up to the sky and speaking in the tongue of the spirits of love. A warmth surrounds her, letting her body glisten. Slight changes come over to her at the request she makes. Her nipples perk up, her pores glisten, and wafting up from her is that sweet musk of a creature in need of satisfaction.

Draykan slows down his punishing rutting to close his eyes and sniff the air. His gaze then turns to Tymara, who stands knee deep in the water, her hands out to her side, open for the beast to take her. He slides his cocks out of the broken elf's holes, dropping her into the water with a splash as he sloshes through the pool over towards the High Priestess.

Sputtering, Galenna pulls herself up, her face a mask of vitriol towards the High Priestess. She stumbles onto her feet, standing hunched over, and shouts. "You bitch!" With that, she holds her arms out and they fly free from her body, zipping past Draykan. The dragon blinks, letting out a confused grunt as the hands grab the High Priestess by the shoulders and throw her back against the edge.

"You ungrateful girl!" Tymara responds, her eyes glowing with divine energy. "I'm trying to save you!"

The dragon growls, stepping closer to her, but the Priestess grabs the arms by the wrists and whispers another powerful spell. This time, she, along with the arms, disappear, reappearing right in front of the injured elf. She looms over her, that motherly form overpowering the thinner woman's frame. But Galenna is unafraid, and she grabs the High Priestess by the shoulders, seeking to throw her off, to get her away. At the same time, Tymara grabs onto her hips, trying to overpower the other elf.

The two women splash and struggle, their bodies pressed together, their scents of lust and rage wafting up to Draykan's nostrils, and the feralized dragon stands there, wide-eyed and dumbfounded that his two pieces of fuckmeat were now tumbling in the water together. His first instinct is to stomp on over there and overpower both at once, taking them with a penis each. But there's another instinct, one that wants to stand there--one that wants to watch this beautiful erotic battle unfold.

Galenna pulls Tymara's hair and bites her shoulder, while the High Priestess dunks her opponent under the water a couple times.

Draykan huffs and snorts, his hands twitching, ready to spring in, but that other side of him tells him to wait, to see what happens. His breath calms down as he watches the exchange, his eyes relaxing, his primal urges changing focus, until he can stand there and enjoy the show with an unclouded perception.

Tymara stands tall as Galenna clings to her back, her hands now wrapped around her, squeezing the High Priestess's breasts. Galenna snarls, saying "is this what you want, queen slut? You want me to lez out on you and let Dray cheat on me at the same time!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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