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Arctic Twilight

• Chapter 5 in the Chronicles of the DragonRider

Anitra was rushing through the forest like a black-scaled thunderbolt, her chest heaving from the exertion, and her eyes filled with wild joy. She'd run into Silver Fang again on her way out of the forest, and had easily coerced him into letting her give him a blowjob... and so, empowered by the Quickening, she was covering ground more than three times faster than she otherwise could have. It wasn't that she was in any kind of hurry, though - she didn't have any time-specific appointments, after all. But she longed to see Blake again. Although she hadn't exactly been starved for sex over the last couple of days, there was something that only_he_ could give - and she needed it.

Although the trees around her were blurred by the speed, it was clear that they were getting progressively thinner and smaller - a sure sign that she was approaching the edge of the forest.Blake, are you there? She cast her thought into the air, knowing that she was well within the range of the telepathic link she shared with Blake.Anitra? Back already? You've made good time..._the answer came shortly. _I got help. She replied, deciding not to elaborate.I got the horn, too. Can you meet me at sundown, the same place we parted? I need to go through the town and pick up some supplies, first. The answer was simply an affirmative thought.

As she passed out under the cover of the last, scraggly trees at the forest's edge, she slowed to a walk, deciding that it might cause some suspiciousness in the villagers if she came rushing through the streets of their town like a hurricane. She stopped entirely for a sew seconds, to give her heaving lungs a chance to catch up with her legs, and mopped the sweat from her brow. While exploring the eternal spring of the unicorn's grove, she'd all but forgotten that the rest of the valley was parched from a month-long drought. While she'd been running, the wind had cooled her down, but now that she finally stood still, she felt her temperature rising rapidly. The sun still shone mercilessly from a cloud-free sky, and her overworked muscles had produced a lot of excess heat. Suddenly, she couldn't wait to get back on Blake's back, and into the cool air of the higher layers of the sky.

The small town seemed almost desserted - apparently, the locals were smart enough to stay inside during the noonday heat. As she walked towards the market square where, she hoped, some hopeful food-merchant would still be open, she noticed a familiar face. Sitting on the shaded porch of a run-down house, with her two dogs flanking her like watchful sphinxs, was the old lady who had adviced her about the prescense of Silver Fang and his mercenary hounds. Her two guard-dogs lifted their heads as she approached, but as they recognized her smell, they settled down again. One of them did, however, utter one low toned growl out the side of his muzzle. The old crone flashed her a wide, but toothless, grin. "So, I see you managed to negotiate your way past the dogs of war, eh? And I trust your errand in the Unicorn's Grove was met with success as well?"

Returning the smile, Anitra pulled the unicorn horn she had cut from Lucifan's skull out of her backpack, and twirled it between her fingers like a batton. The old woman nodded. "Yes, just like I thought... you're a woman who always does what she sets out to do, hmm? And from what my dogs just told me, you must also possess a most unusual vitality..." Anitra started slightly, and felt a faint tinge of embarrasment, which she quickly forced down again. "Did your dogs hear it from Silver's soldiers?" she asked in a level voice. The crone nodded, her grin growing even wider. "Oh yes, you're quite the talk of the forest... they also heard the story about your sojurn in the Unicorn's Grove, although I have a feeling it is slightly embelished. Either way, I must say I'm impressed." The old woman leaned back in her chair and sighed wistfully. "Ah, to be young again..."

Catching on to a nuance in her voice, Anitra blinked her eyes twice, and then opened them wide. "You...?" she said incredously, her tongue failing. The old woman cackled loudly and winked conspiratorially at her. "Nobody's born old, dearie... and nobody stays young forever, either. My dogs loved me very much, back then, and these two still do. If only it wasn't for my bad back..." Anitra fought down a sudden sense of nausea at the pictures_that_statement evoked in her mind, and it apparently showed. The old woman stopped laughing, and let one hand fall to caress the head of one of her dogs. "I shan't bother you with more old tales, dearie... just let me tell you one thing. Dogs have a very nice communication network - their howling, you see. Within a few weeks, the story will be all over the canine world, growing with every telling. Don't be surprised if dogs'n'wolves'n'the like treat you very nicely in the future." Having said her piece, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Anitra opened her mouth, but realized that she didn't really know what to say. Then, shaking her head, she turned away and continued towards the marketplace. At least the old lady had been wrong about one thing... Anitra_would_ stay young forever, or nearly so.

As the twilight fell, Anitra approached the hill where she had parted from Blake, some weeks hence. Her backpack was heavy, weighted down by fresh supplies, but she nonetheless ran up the hill with ease. Even though it had hardly been more than a month since she had been a weak human being, she could hardly remember how it had been - how she had ever survived without the strength that her new body possessed... Ushering those thoughts out of her mind, she focused instead on what lay ahead: Blake. Who hadn't gotten laid since she left. While she'd been cavorting with dogs and unicorns, he'd endured an enforced period of celibacy - and she'd just bet that his balls were aching for release. She, too, felt the need rising, in spite of the fact that she'd hardly lacked lovers lately. Somehow, no matter how talented, skilled or well equipped they had been, they hadn't been able to give her that particular brand of ecstasy that Blake always created.

When she reached the top of the hill, however, she found that he was apparently better at screwing than at keeping appointments. Despite the fact that night was falling, there was no sign of him anywhere. With a sigh, she walked over to a large boulder and leaned on it while she waited... probably, he'd just decided to grab one last sheep before leaving, and had gotten so caught up in the feast that he'd forgotten the time. Yet... something didn't seem quite right. Her superhuman perception was telling her that something was wrong, somehow. Nothing definite, though - more like a bad feeling than any definite sensation. Squinting slightly, she looked around, trying to pin-point the source of her disquiet. Everything seemed tranquil. No sight of a black dragon in the air, either. Straining her ears, she seemed to pick up a faint throbbing, but it was obviously very far away. But as her flared nostrils analyzed the olfactory aspect of the area, she_did_ pick up a faint, animal odor mixed in with the smell of sun-dried grass...

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and she threw herself forwards. Rolling on the ground, she came up again, facing the opposite way, her hand rushing to the hilt of her sword. It was the boulder! It hadn't been there when she bade her farewells to Blake - it had to be an illusion! And sure enough, with a faint chuckle, the boulder unfurled itself - and sitting there in front of her was none other than her beloved Blake. His cat-like eyes glittered with mischief, and his terribly fanged maw was twisted in a broad grin. Cursing under her breath, she removed her hand from the hilt of her sword, and proceeded to brush herself off - she'd picked up quite a bit of dry grass when she roled on the ground. "You really have to be more careful, Anitra..." Blake said mockingly. "You actually leaned on by right hind leg for several minutes before noticing."

"If it had been done by a human, rather than you, I'd have seen straight through the illusion!" She retorted, but Blake merely shook his head. "That's true, of course, but there are many ways of disguising yourself as a rock, and not all of them are magical. You have to keep your eyes open for threats at all times, Anitra - I don't want to see my mate-for-life falling victim to the first rock-troll that crosses her path." Anitra grumbled some, knowing that he was right, and then nodded. "Okay, I admit that I was careless. Happy now?" She was being snide, and she knew it, but Blake just shrugged. "Certainly, now that you are here... I've really missed you, you know." His expressions turned rather naughty. "Come on over, and I'll show you how much..." Laughing delightedly, she ran over and embraced his scaly neck, giving him an eager kiss on the mouth when he lowered his head to hers. Then, she peeked down between his legs.

As she'd expected, his cock was already hard and out of the sheath. She found that she was drooling, from both mouth and pussy, at the sight. She was broken out of her erotic reverie as Blake started talking again. "Incidentally, I've used the time constructively - I've come up with a solution to the problem of flying when I'm hard. So, we could actually leave for the Tower of Lezard Valeth right away..." Anitra blinked, not believing her ears. Was he actually suggesting that they took a flight instead of a fuck? It couldn't be, he was obviously as much in need as she was... but why else say that? Then, he opened their telepathic channel, and she understood. Instead of sending words, he send a picture - a diagram, actually. Her pussy and ass instantly responded with a semi-orgasmic convulsion, and she felt her breath quickening.

Not wanting to waste any time, she stuffed her backpack into one of Blake's large saddlebags, and pulled out a length of rope instead. Working quickly, her keen eyes penetrating the growing darkness with ease, she attached the rope after Blake's schematics, a process which only took around ten minutes. Finally done, she rapidly pulled off her soaked panties, as well as her chest armor, and put those in the saddlebags as well. She then climbed into the rigging, and tightened the various loops around her legs and arms, leaving a loop of rope loose around her midsection.

The contraption, which Blake had simply named 'The Swing', was a rather complicated weave of ropes, with a rather simple purpose: To suspend Anitra under his belly. To allow them to have sex the way dragons did - in free flight. Her cunt was already contracting rythmically in expectation, and her head swam at the though... she recalled how long it had taken them to fly to Silverdale from Lezard's Tower, and now she'd enjoy a non-stop fuck of similar length. The harness was already in place, and all that remained was the actual penetration - but first, of course, she had to choose the hole. Blake seemed not to care, starved for sex as he was. He was sitting on his haunches as she put the finishing touches on the harness, and she was standing on his rear legs, his cock quivering mere inches below her groin. Looking down at it's unbelieveable length and girth, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

Running through the events of the Unicorn's Glade in her mind, she came to a decision. Sure, she'd gotten it in all her holes, but her pussy had taken the lion's share. Reaching down, she parted her muscular buns with her hands, and lowered herself onto the waiting phallus. The pointy head stretched her well-worn sphincter, sending flashes of immediate pain and expected pleasure through her. As soon as the very tip had touched the sensitive flesh, she had felt an unwithstandable urging to once again feel that unparalleled sense of fullness that went with three feet of hot, thick cock in the bowels. She held back, though, even though her innards screamed at her to just drop down and fully impale herself immediately. Instead, she savored the sensation of it sliding slowly into her, inch by thick inch.

Her head swam with unholy pleasure as her inner organs were rearranged by the intruding cock. And when his scaly ball-sack finally came into contact with her smooth skin, she came for the first time that night. After taking several breaths to calm herself, and enjoy the feeling of utter fullness, she tightened the various loops and nooses that held her there, leaving just enough leeway to allow herself to swing freely. Then, she patted Blake on the chest. "I'm tucked in now... ready when you are." Craning his neck, he flashed her a lusty smile, his eyes glazed with the pleasure they shared. Then, he crouched low, bunched his muscles, and leaped into the sky. The force of the takeoff pushed her down on his cock with incredible weight, flattening her buns, and actually adding another inch to the already bottomed-out penetration.

Then, they were airborne, suspended in the middle of a midnight-blue nothingness. Blake's chest filled her entire field of vision, and she marveled at the way his muscles bulged and strained at the exertion of pulling his mighty wings through the resisting air. He was beating his wings quickly at the moment, climbing higher into the air, beyond the reach of human eyes. The short but powerful movements allowed her to float just two or three inches off of his cock, before slamming her down again with tremendous force. Each blow jarred her teeth, and send flashes of pleasure through her entire body. In the ten minutes it took Blake to reach cruise altitude, she came twice.

Then, having reached his ideal flying-height, Blake relaxed his pace. His wings beat slowly, and just as she'd noticed when riding on his back, it was not a smooth ride. Every downstroke send them forwards, and every upstroke slowed them down - all in all, it was not unlike riding a horse. Now, however, every time he lifted his wings upwards, she swung forwards off of his cock, nearly two feet of its length. Then, when his wings came down, she swung back, burying his entire length within her flesh once more. Also, she noticed, at the extremes of her arch, her groin was lifted high enough for her clit to briefly touch the smooth scales of Blake's abdomen. It wasn't much of a touch, but her repeated orgasms made her clit hypersensitive, and every time it hit the scales, the white-hot pleasure of the non-stop cockride was intensified. She soon lost count of her climaxes.

Then, Blake had his first climax. The force of the cum-blasts was enough so that she was actually lifted clean off of his cock on the next outswing, her breasts mashed flat against his chest. Then, she swung back down again, and his spurting cock buried its full length inside her still-open asshole again. Her belly was soon filled by the warm cum, and she could feel how her metabolism immediately picked up, turning the draconic cum into pure energy. A glow of heat suffused her body, chasing away the chill of the high-altitude midnight air. But she knew, without doubt, that by the time they reached Lezard's Tower, she would have been pumped full of enough cum to overpower her metabolism. After all, Blake had been saving up for quite some time...

The following morning, a servant of Mostradanus, a great astronomer, walked into his master's observatory with the master's breakfast. He dropped the tray in shock as he saw his master lie on the floor in front of his great telescope, apparently dead. A doctor was quickly called, and after a brief examination, he gave the cause of death: A heart-attack, apparently caused by shock. What the aging astronomer could have seen through his telescope, that was capable of making his heart stop, remained a mystery...

Anitra was dazed, barely conscious, when Blake touched down not far from Lezard's tower. The western horizon was reddening, telling of the impending sunrise, and also showing her that she'd been fucked all the way through the night. Her stomach was swollen, squeezed flat against Blake's abdomen... the resistance thus offered had drastically reduced the length of her swinging, so for the last couple of hours she hadn't been moving much more than five inches back and forth. The cum-pressure had also grown so high that it had leaked out around the edges of her asshole, despite the stunning girth of Blake's cock.

She was barely able to keep her eyes open while Blake neatly detached the harness from the both of them, and put her down on the ground. "Take a nap, Anitra... I'll be back in a few hours." As he dropped his saddlebags beside her, and jumped into the air again, she let her head fall to the ground, grateful for the rest. Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw before she passed out was a faint trace of whitish cum-stains running from her cunt towards the horizon...

She was awakened the best way one could imagine - by a climax. Still half asleep, her back arched with pleasure, and her mouth opened in a silent moan. Coming down again, she relaxed as she slowly returned to full consciousness. The pleasurable feelings in her cunt that had caused her orgasm continued, and as her head cleared, she started wondering what it was. Blinking her eyes a few times to clear them, she lifted herself on her elbows, and stared in disbelief at her own groin. There stood a bright red fox, happily licking away at her sensitive pussy. Her head swam as she wondered if she was still dreaming, but when she noticed that her cum-belly had disappeared while she slept, she began to realize what had happened. The land surrounding Lezard's tower was barren, and there was little to eat, even for so clever a beast as the fox. So, this one had come upon one of the puddles of cum she'd left behind during her midnight ride, and recognized it as a good source of protein and energy. So she'd followed it to the source.

Anitra smiled a bit as she realized what she'd just thought. He sharpened sense of smell had allowed her to discern the sex of the fox, and she'd instinctively applied it to her thoughts. The use of her special powers was becoming more and more natural to her. Leaning back again, she let the vixen continue her meal, considering the cum she ate a fair trade for the pleasure she gave in return. The vixen managed to lick her to another slow, goosebumb-rising orgasm before she suddenly stopped eating. Anitra looked up just in time to see the fox disappear into the underbrush, and her ears instantly told her why she'd made a run for it. The sound of huge wings grew louder until, a minute later, Blake landed in the clearing. He nodded at her, and grinned. "Had a good nap? I figured you'd need it after last night."

She got on her feet and nodded. "Yeah it was nice... besides, there was no way I could've fitted in my armor until my cum-belly went down again. Incidentally, what have you been up to? Looking for breakfast?" She wasn't hungry herself, of course - the vast amounts of dragon-cum that had been worked over by her hypermetabolism had provided her with enough energy to keep her running for days without food. Blake just shrugged. "Nah, I ate my fill from the sheep at Silverdale... I'll be good for days. No, what I was looking for was clean water. I figured that you'd probably like a bath, and most of the water around her reeks of sulfur or worse... anyway, I managed to find a lake which is fed by an underground spring, and it's clean." As he said it, she realized that she was positively filthy, her thighs completely covered in dried-up cum, while a salty layer of dried perspiration covered everything else. She could only imagine what she smelled like, since her nose naturally ignored her own stink. She smiled eagerly. "A bath sounds good... let's go!"

A short flight and half an hour later, she rose from the spring like a water goddess. Drops of pure water clung to her skin, turning the light of the morning sun into tiny rainbows that caressed her entire body. Blake felt a twinge in his loins, but an eight-hour fuck is a stretch, even for a young and virile dragon, so his cock remained flaccid for the moment. She did, however, look very lovely indeed, as she sat naked on a rock at the lake's edge, wringing the water out of her hair. With a sigh, she looked at the saddlebags hanging over Blake's neck. "You know, I've just realized that I didn't buy a towel back at the market... for some reason, it didn't strike me as one of the things an adventurer would need." Blake chuckled slightly. "You know, I've noticed the selfsame thing... the heroes you hear of in tales never seem to need to bathe, eat or piss. But, incidentally, a DragonRider actually doesn't need a towel.

Breathing deeply, he exercised strict control over his third throat - the one which generated his flaming breath - and exhaled with his mouth wide open. A small, bluish flame could be seen issuing from a hole at the top of his throat, and from his maw came a steady stream of hot air. Laughing delightedly, Anitra stood up and allowed the flow of air to vaporize the remaining water on her skin and in her hair. When Blake finally ran out of breath and closed his mouth, she was completely dry. "You know, you're a rather useful fellow to have around..." she said teasingly as she walked over to the saddlebags to pick up her armor.

Sparks flew from Blake's claws as he landed on the hard stones atop the Tower of Lezard Valeth. Anitra dismounted, and pulled the unicorn's horn from her saddlebag. Stepping away from Blake, she called out. "Lezard, I got your horn right here, but I'll be damned if I'm going to walk through that rabbit's warren you call home to deliver it!" Hardly had she finished talking before Lezard appeared in a flash of blue light, teleporting with a casual ease that many an aging wizards would have envied him. Casting a look at the spiraled horn in her hand, he smiled eagerly. "Most impressive... not only have you gotten it, you also did so in much shorter time than I had imagined. Well, a deal's a deal." Reaching under his robes, he pulled out a small, flashing gem, which her draconic senses immediately identified as being magical. "This gem works as a focus for my teleportation spell. Bring it along with you to the resting place of the man you wish to talk to, and then speak my name - I'll come immediately, and fulfil my part of the bargain."

Anitra's eyes narrowed. "How am I supposed to know that this isn't just a useless glowstone?" Lezard cast her and amused look, and pointed at Blake. "Well, for one thing, I expect that your friend there would be most upset with me if that turned out to be the case... and mighty though I may be, I would not easily invite conflict with a black dragon. Now, the horn for the gem, take it or leave it..." With a shrug, Anitra handed him the hard-earned unicorn's horn and received the faintly flashing gem in return. With a smile and a polite bow, Lezard then teleported away again. "For some reason, that guy gives me the creeps..." she mumbled to herself as she put the gem in the saddlebags and climbed back on Blake. "Okay, love, off we go again... to the Northlands. We've got an ice-cave to track down."

It was nearly a week later that she walked into the town of Narche, draped in a rather expensive fur coat. She'd bought it in a town they'd passed a while back, even though she was easily able to ignore the cold - she'd decided that it would arouse too much suspicion if she walked around in the snow wearing nothing but her armored bikini. Narche was a rather dirty town, since it was build around a coal mine - coal being a necessity for life in the northlands. There were few trees, and everybody needed heating, so coal-mining was big business. Either way, she'd heard that a mysterious ice-cave existed not far from the town, and was hoping it might be the one she was looking for... if it was, well, then she could live with the coal-dust in the air.

She entered the inn to find it bustling with dirty and boisterous coal-miners. Apparently, she had been unfortunate enough to arrive on their payday, and celebrations were running high. As she tried to make her way to the counter, a massively muscled man with a breath reeking of cheap beer stumbled into her path and looked at her through bleary eyes. "Hey, whazza cutie like you doin' >hic< here?" he said, swaying on his feet. She measured him briefly, and decided that she'd better take him out before he said something that would make her feel compelled to kill him. She swung her fist in a lightning-fast uppercut, connecting square on the chin, actually lifting his feet off the floor. The thud that resounded through the room when he hit the floor caused all conversation to cease, and all eyes to turn to her. "Nothing of your business." She said to the unconscious man, whereafter she unceremoniously walked across him and continued to the counter. The barkeep, who was also apparently the owner of the inn, looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Then, he waved at another miner who stood nearby. "Osken, I think Parhn has had enough to drink for tonight... if you'd do me a favor and carry him home, there's a free drink in for you when you come back..."

The tension in the room dissolved, and everybody laughed loudly. The man called Osken grinned his approval, picked up his unconscious friend, and walked out the door. "Nice move." She complimented him as she leaned against his counter. His grin was wide and friendly. "Anything for the customer... you ARE a customer, right?" he eyed the quality of her fur coat while he added the last part. She just nodded - that was the reason why she'd bought an expensive coat, after all. He nodded back, while absentmindedly wiped the counter with a dirty rag. "Good, good... so, what can I get you? Food? Lodging? A drink? We DO serve better things than what those guys are swilling, you know..." "I'll be needing both a warm meal and a bed for the night," she replied "but before that... if you're in that market too... I'll be needing some information." He rolled his eyes roguishly at her. "Well, you've caught me red-handed there, miss. You happen to be talking to the information-broker of Narche. What would you like to know?"

"Guess." She said, pointing at the lump protruding from her cloak behind one of her shoulder. The barkeep squinted at it for a second, and then blinked. "Ah! My eyes must be growing bad... well, a woman with a sword strapped across her back must be an adventuress. And since adventurers rarely has much interest in coal-mining, you're likely here because of the ice cave..." She nodded for him to continue. He lifted an eyebrow. She sighed, and dropped a silver piece on the counter. His grin widening even more, he snatched up the coin and continued. "Well, I hope you're good at what you do... an awful lot of adventurers head into that cave, never to return. There's fairly good evidence that yetis live in there somewhere, and there might be worse things as well. As for what secrets might lie hidden under the ice, I'm afraid I can't tell... most of the adventurers who come here are dreadfully secretive, but I can tell that most of them are mages of one persuasion or another."

Already sure that she had come to the right place, she asked one last question for confirmation. "Have any particularly well-known adventurers perished in that cave?" The barkeep seemed to consider this for a moment, and then his face brightened. "Ahh, you must mean the famous explorer Cassius Novack, right? Yes, it is said that the ice cave near here was where he met his final doom... it's many years ago, though, so nobody knows for sure." She nodded, and flashed him a smile of her own. "Thank you, that was all I needed to know. Now, about that hot meal..." The barkeep shook his head, having been momentarily dazzled by her smile, and sighed. "I didn't really tell you all that much... the silver should cover both a room and meal. Go find yourself a table, and I'll bring you the specialty of the house right away... oh, but try not to knock out too many patrons on the way, they're my main source of income, after all."

The meal had turned out to be surprisingly good, and the room she got was comfortable and well-heated by a small porcelain stove. She had a feeling that the room alone ordinarily would have cost more than one silver, but she didn't complain. It was only a bit later that she realized that her fur coat had concealed both her voluptuous body and her otherwise revealing outfit... all the innkeeper had seen was her face. It actually made her feel good, knowing that she was not merely sexy, but also beautiful.

The next day, as she set off for the cave, she was glad that she'd spend the night in a warm bed, and had a hot breakfast to boot. Even her draconic blood could not entirely banish the freezing cold of the blizzard that had howled down from the mountains during the night. It was only a few hours walk from Narche to the ice cave, so she'd decided to cover it on foot... Blake had found a nice, cozy cave to spend the night in - too bad for the bears that had previously inhabited it - and she knew that he wouldn't mind having a chance to sleep through.

Her keen eyes penetrated the swirling snow, which would have rendered any ordinary human being virtually blind. Taking her bearings from the tallest peak, she swung around some foothills, and saw a dark spot in the distance... the entrance to the cave, at long last. Quickening her pace, she reached the entrance a few minutes later, and could finally leave the howling winds behind. Although the walls were made from glittering ice, the air seemed almost warm compared to outside, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The snow-covered northlands were obviously no place for either dragon or rider. The sooner she finished her errand here, the better.

She soon discovered why so many hapless explorers had met their end in the cavern. The ice walls were as bright as mirrors, and she soon realized that to most normal humans, the caves would have been a labyrinth of illusions. Fortunately, her own keen eyesight allowed her to discern reality from reflection, but frozen corpses along the way gave mute testimony to the less fortunate. None of the corpses, however, were old enough to be the legendary Cassius Novack. She figured that the deeper into the cavern she went, the better the chance of finding him, so she maintained a downwards direction. Then, she suddenly went a long way downwards, very fast.

Whether it was a man-made trap or a natural pitfall, she couldn't tell, and she didn't really care either. All at once, the ground simply disappeared under her, and she was falling. Even her inhuman reaction speed was too slow to get a grip on the slippery edge of the newly created hole. Down she went, through a steep corridor of ice, where there were literally nothing to slow her down. Faster and faster she went, until suddenly she was out in the air again, floating freely. The ground below was white - hopefully with thick snow - and it was approaching very, very quickly. Then, it was black...

She slowly started coming to... Her head felt as if a demonic marching band was practicing their gala performance somewhere between her left eye and her right ear. She wasn't cold, though - her fur coat still covered her body. It seemed rather tight in some places, though... and it seemed to have taken on a rather rancid smell. Could it have been badly cured? With the price she'd paid for it, it better not... still, it did feel very nice, the way it rubbed over her crotch. Must be the wind... wait a minute... cave... wind... no wind in caves...

Her eyes flew open, and she looked around. She was completely surrounded by massive, white-furred humanoids. Yetis, obviously. A pair of them were holding her arms in vice-like grips, while a third was rubbing his huge, furry fingers over her scale-covered crotch. Reflexively, her legs snapped shut, and she was surprised at feeling a sharp jab of pain. Apparently, the fall had caused more than a splitting headache. The yeti looked up in surprise at having the subject of his research so abruptly removed, and then grunted at two others. Obediently, they moved over and gripped her legs, prying them apart. Their strength was impressive, and when she tried to resist, pain shot through her. Obviously, she was_not_ fit for a fight. Which was bad. She relaxed, and allowed the yeti - apparently the alpha male - to return to rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her scale panties, while she though her situation through.

She'd obviously sustained some injuries in the fall, and her healing factor was still working it through. However, from what she'd heard, yetis were deadly afraid of fire, and she DID have a flaming sword strapped across her back. Turning her head slowly, so as not to alarm the huge creatures, she peeked over her shoulder, and cursed under her breath. They apparently hadn't torn her fur coat entirely off... it was all bunched around her neck, now, and the hilt of her sword was buried under several layers of fur. It would take her several seconds to unwind, providing that she had the full use of her arms, which she wasn't even sure of... experimentally, she flexed her biceps, and was disheartened to feel a sharp jab of pain rush through her right arm. If she had to use her left arm, it would take twice as long to get out the sword, and should the creatures overcome their fear of fire and attack, she'd be hard pressed to put up much of a fight. Besides, with only one good arm, it would be difficult for her to struggle out of the grip of her captors. Finally, there was no way Blake could come to her aid... the cavern was too small for him to enter, and if he tried to melt his way in with his flaming breath, it might cause the entire cavern to collapse on top of her. And that, of course, left her with only one viable option: To wait until her rapid regeneration had fixed whatever injuries she had. Until then, she had to try not to provoke the hulking yetis, especially their leader. Well, if all he was going to do was rub her crotch, she could live with that - and she doubted that he had enough brains to get her panties off.

A few minutes later, the same realization came to the white-coated primate. His initial attempts at pulling them down was foiled by her spread-eagled position, and the idea of asking the two yetis at her legs to let go apparently never occurred to him. Then, with a mighty roar, he tore them apart... well, he_tried_ to tear them apart, anyway. The dragonscale fabric, however, withstood his enormous strength without the least rip. Calming down, he gazed stupidly at the flimsy panties, his primitive mind confronted, for the first time, with something that he apparently couldn't brute-force his way through. For nearly a minute, he squinted at the panties with intense concentration written across his face. Then, it brightened. A brilliant idea had appeared in his oatmeal-like brain: If you can't go THROUGH it... go AROUND it! After taking a few seconds to congratulate himself with his genius, he reached down and tenderly hooked a finger around the crotch of the panties, pulling it aside. A pink hole was revealed, confirming what his nose had told him from the start... this intruder was a female. And, being the alpha male, he knew what to do with females!

Anitra gritted her teeth... this monkey was apparently an unusually bright specimen. She had a pretty good idea of what came next, and she didn't like it one bit. Sure, she'd enjoyed sex with dogs and unicorns, but it was the_idea_of it... in those cases, she'd accepted it on a semi-voluntary basis. This would be rape, plain and simple. She bit her teeth together, and decided, then and there, that the yeti wouldn't be allowed to escape. Once she had her sword, she'd cut off his head... BOTH of them!

Keeping on finger hooked around the panties, the yeti supported most of his weight on the other hand, while moving his lower half forwards. It was a somewhat awkward position for mating, but once again, the idea of moving her around didn't appear to him. His manhood was already out of its protective sheath, standing proud and hard against his muscular abdomen. It was more than three inches across, and nearly twelve inches long, bright red against his snow-white fur. Leaning across the strange female, he carefully aimed it at the diminutive pink hole, while pulling the panties as far aside as he could. Then, he thrust his cock forwards, burying half its length inside her at once. "Uuk, ouk!" he said, shivering with pleasure at the feel of the incredibly tight orifice squeezing his hard rod. Releasing his hold on the panties, he instead gripped her slim waist, and started thrusting for real.

His strength was inhuman, and every meeting of their respective pelvises resulted in a loud smack, which resounded through the icy cavern. Anitra gasped at the stinging feeling - not even the Ali brothers had possessed such brutal strength. Every thrust sent his entire length into her, so deep that his fur-covered crotch tickled her clit - which, incidentally, was pushing her fast towards an orgasm. She was starting to realize, that the cock that was now hammering her pussy had the perfect size... not big enough to stretch her painfully, but big enough to rub every sensitive spot in her cunt all at once. Her breathing was growing rapid, and she was starting to wish that her hands were free... so that she could pinch her tits.

As her climax grew nearer, she suddenly noticed that something was standing over her head, shadowing her. It was another yeti, presumably a younger male, and he was watching the show with rapt attention. Since he was leaning over her, she could, by turning her head a bit to the side, see that his cock was out of the sheath and hardening rapidly. Obviously, he was hoping to get his turn when the alpha male was through. The beginning of an idea appeared in her mind, only to be shattered by the onrushing orgasm. Her pained muscles shook and strained as her body convulsed with pleasure, and it was only by biting her teeth together that she was able to keep herself from screaming out her pleasure. Which might have spooked the yetis. She was no longer certain_why_ she didn't want to spook them, though - because it might cause them to attack her before she was ready to defend herself, or because she wanted them to continue.

The yeti, all unconcerned with her pleasure or lack of same, continued to fuck her with undiminished strength throughout her minute-long climax. And after she came down from her orgasmic high, he forged on with apparently unending virility. Her pussy was now getting increasingly tender, and the rough pace of the fuck was starting to get somewhat uncomfortable. The discomfort cleared her head, and she quickly rebuild the idea she'd had just before cumming. These primitive beings obviously only knew sex as a way to procreate - anal and oral sex probably wasn't part of their vocabulary. But those things were exactly what she needed to get the Quickening, which would speed her healing and shorten the now decidedly unpleasant rape.

Craning her head, she stuck her tongue out and licked once at the big yeti cock, which just happened to be lying next to her head. The young yeti jumped in surprise, and looked down, trying to determine where that delightful feeling had come from. Anitra opened her mouth wide, leaned her head back, and hoped that this monkey would be at least as smart as his leader. The yeti regarded her wide-open mouth with amazement, and tried to piece the image together with the feelings in his cock. Slowly, an unbelievable idea appeared to him: Could it truly be, that this strange creature had TWO cunts? It seemed that way... and if he didn't hurry, this newly discovered orifice would undoubtedly also be taken by one of the older and stronger males. Rapidly, he positioned his pelvis in front of her open mouth, and lowered his cock, taking careful aim.

Then, he speared forwards, and was delighted to feel a warm, wet orifice close around his aching cock. It really was true - this unusual intruder DID have two pussies, and was capable of servicing two males at once... it was ages since he'd last been fortunate enough to get his hands on one of the females, and his balls were aching for relief. Wasting no time, he leaned forwards and buried his full length inside this tightly constricting canal. His eyes closed as he swooned with pleasure... this was much, much better than any of the females he'd had. It wasn't just tight, it was actually undulating, sending waves of pleasure racing up his spine. Barely resisting an urge to roar out his triumph, which he knew would bring unwanted attention to his end of this amazing female, he started screwing for real.

Anitra barely restricted her gag-reflex, and concentrated on using the muscles to milk his cock instead. He was not quite as formidable in size as his leader, but still big enough to arouse envy in most human males. And while she'd deep-throated much bigger cocks in her time, she found that this position made her gag-reflex assert itself to an unexpected degree. The yeti, of course, didn't care about any of those things - he was screwing as hard and as fast as he could, throat-fucking her for all he was worth. Concentrating on breathing through her nose, she applied increased suction, eliciting a wondering grunt from the big ape. The combination of air-shortage and suppressed gagging sent tears rolling down her cheeks, where they froze in the ice-cold air.

However, it didn't take long before the pleasure of the young yeti's first blowjob, combined with his packed balls, made him cum. With his teeth tightly clamped to keep from roaring, he shot his load deep into her throat, where - unknown to him - her metabolism immediately started turning it into pure energy. His balls emptied at last, he stumbled backwards, pulling his rapidly deflating cock from her mouth. Anitra gasped for air and - almost as an afterthought - licked her lips to pick up any stray drops of cum. It had, she found, an oddly sweet, fruitlike flavor.

Just then, the virile alpha male finally shot his load into her womb, starting her second orgasm - which combined with the rising glow of the Quickening to send her to so far unexplored heights of pleasure. While a supernova of sexual joy exploded inside her skull, a feeling like liquid, golden honey seemed to flow though her veins, reaching every square inch of her body. Where it came, her aches and pains were erased, even her raw and tender pussy was fully restored. As she came down from the peaks of pleasure, she relaxed for a moment in the afterglow of her tremendous orgasm, enjoying the sensation of the thick yeti cock slowly growing flaccid inside her cum-packed pussy. Then, she acted.

With inhuman speed and strength, she pulled her arms together over her head. The two yetis who were holding her was pulled along, and hardly had time to realize that something was wrong, before their thick-skulled heads banged together with a resounding thud. As they fell to the ground, dazed by the impact, their grips on her arms loosened, and she pulled them loose. The three primates gathered at her lower end still hadn't had time to react. Stemming against the rough floor of the cave, she pulled her legs loose as well, and immediately brought them up to deliver a quick kick in the face of both of the monkeys that had held her legs. Both sat back on their haunches with a surprised look in their primitive faces, not quite knocked out, but very surprised.

Finally, she brought both feet forwards against the muscular chest of the yeti leader, who was still dazed after his orgasm. The force of the kick pushed him backwards - pulling his cock out of her pussy in the process - and also gave her enough speed to flip backwards over her head, landing agilely on her feet. Her fur coat now fell back down to cover her body, leaving the clasp at her throat easily accessible. Not giving her ape-like rapists time to recover, she released the clasp and threw the fur coat aside, now standing before them in all her splendor... the warrior-maiden image was somewhat ruined by the rivulets of cum that was slowly running down her inner thighs, though.

Gripping the hilt of her sword, she pulled it from its sheath with an exaggerated movement, and gave the mental command to light it up. The sword immediately burst into bright flames, and the yetis - who were only slowly recovering from her surprise attack - shied away. The youth who had provided her with the Quickening immediately gave a loud yelp, and rushed away into a tunnel on all fours. The others looked quickly from their fleeing comrade to the dreadful, flaming sword, and followed suit... except for their leader. With surprising speed, he had recovered from her initial kick, and now he raised himself to his full height, lifted his arms above his head, and roared deafeningly. He stood more than seven feet tall, and his entire body seemed to consist of muscles covered in thick, white fur.

"You know," she said conversationally to him "I was actually going to let you get away, as a thanks for those two tremendous orgasms you gave me... but, if you insist, I suppose I will honor my initial vow." Leaping forwards, she swung an overhead blow at his face, as if she intended to split his skull down the middle. Reflexively, he covered his face with his thick, bony hands. And that was his last mistake. With seemingly impossible agility, Anitra altered the direction of her blow, bypassing his head entirely, and instead turning the downwards momentum into a flat swing that neatly emasculated the mighty yeti, before cutting deeply into his right thigh. A new roar filled the cave, but this time it was no challenge, but pure agony. The thick smell of charred flesh and burning fur filled the cave.

With a quick movement of her wrist, she pulled the sword loose from the thick thigh-bone it had been lodged in, and stepped back slightly. His hands covering his crotch, the yeti fell forwards on his knees, blood from his wound coloring the snow red. Then, with a mighty overhand blow, she separated his head from his shoulders, ending his pain... she was, after all, not without some mercy. The flames surrounding her night-black blade slowly died, leaving it as clean and unblemished as ever, and she returned it to its sheath. The sounds and smells of the brief battle would probably keep the other yeties from returning here in the near future. She stood still for a few seconds, marveling at how much blood the yeti's body apparently had contained. Then, with a shake of her head, she picked up a few handfuls of pure snow, and washed the rapidly drying cum off of her thighs. After all, she'd be summoning Lezard soon, and she'd rather not have him catch her with her pants down again... he might get the wrong impression. Then, she picked up her fur robe and left.

She continued deeper into the caverns, now more aware of the ground she stepped on. After all, the next pitfall might have a bunch of pointy stalagmites at the bottom. She didn't run into any more traps, though - natural or otherwise. She did, however, reach an area where the ice possessed a level of purity she had not yet seen... it was so clear, that she could in some cases see straight through it, or in other cases, see a reflection as perfect as any created by an expensive silver mirror. It soon became clear to her that no ordinary human could have told reality from illusion in this labyrinth... even her draconic sight sometimes had a hard time telling what was and wasn't real. A hunch told her that his invisible labyrinth was the final trial, and that the terminus of the caves would be close - and she wasn't wrong.

After finally negotiating the treacherous bends of the labyrinth of ice, she emerged into a large chamber, from which the only exit was the way she'd come. In the far wall, shielded behind a thick layer of ice, but clearly visible, was a large crystal. The outside was green like a springtime forest, but the center was red as blood... to her special vision, it glowed with magical energy, but even to ordinary eyes it was obviously magical. It was not the crystal that interested her, however... huddled in a corner near the crystal was the corpse of a young man, with a face that could only be described as beautiful. He was perfectly preserved, covered under an inch-thick layer of ice. This, she knew, had to be the legendary Cassius Novack. And, from the looks of it, his reputation as a womanizer was no exaggeration. A face like that, combined with tales of his great exploits, could undoubtedly have gotten him into the bed of any maiden he chose.

From a pocket in her fur robe, she pulled out the faintly glowing gem that Lezard had given her in return for her hard-earned unicorn's horn. "Lezard Valeth, I call you now!" she intoned formally, holding the gem out at arms length. It flashed once, filling the cave with its brilliance. A few seconds passed, and she was just drawing in breath to deliver a shattering line of curses against the duplicitous necromancer. Then, a blue glow filled the cave, and Lezard Valeth toned into existence. "Why, hello, my dear DragonRider... made it into the cave, I see." He bowed ironically to her, and then turned to regard the glowing crystal lodged in the wall. "Ahh, so THIS is the legendary treasure of the ice cave... a Magicite Crystal. Fascinating... but it has nothing whatsoever to do with my research." With a shrug, he turned around again. "So, I presume that the unusually well-preserved young man over in the corner is the one you want me to awaken, hmm?"

She nodded. "Is that a problem?" "No, not at all, just wanted to be sure... very well, stand back and watch, as I bring his spirit back into this plane of existence." Facing the frozen corpse, he stretched out one hand with the palm towards the ground. Then, he brought it down with a sharp movement, and ghostly green light welled from the ground. His deep blue cape billowed out behind him, and his hair waved as if he was standing in a storm. With a voice sounding too deep for his age, he intoned a spell in a strange, guttural language. Finally, with a shout, he pushed his open palm towards the corpse, and the green light filled the entire cave.

Then, the light dispersed, and a ghostly shade was visible, hanging over the frozen body. "Ask him your questions." Lezard said, gesturing towards the spirit. "I can hold him for a while, but not forever..." Nodding, Anitra approached the spectre, and addressed it. "Are you the man once known as Cassius Novack?" she started out by asking. "I was..." it replied, in a voice from beyond the grave. "Good, then... tell me how to find the Valley of Dragons, where the Dragon Utopia now stands." The ghost looked at her, a glimmer of humor suddenly appearing in its immaterial eyes. "I don't know. I've never been there." Anitra's eyes opened wide, and she momentarily lost her tongue... she'd come all this way, and this stupid ghost didn't know? No, she wouldn't give up yet, it had to know_something_...

"Wasn't the location written in your diary?" "Yes, it was." "Then you must also know it." "No... I have a terrible memory. Why do you suppose I wrote everything down in my diary?" "Wait, didn't you just say that you'd never been there?" "That's true. The location was in my diary, because I'd copied it from the diary of another, much older explorer. That old fool never took credit for any of his discoveries, so when I stumbled upon his diary, I did! It made me very popular with the ladies..." "Right... so, where's this diary you copied it from?" "I burned it, of course... do you think, I'd leave evidence lying around like that?" "Who was this explorer you took credit from?" "An idealistic fool by the name of Lutan." "Right... you don't by any chance know where his body is?" "It was cremated, and his ashes scattered, according to his will. His will also said to burn his diary, which I did, after reading it..."

Anitra threw a questioning look over at Lezard, who shook his head. Obviously, even he couldn't call up a spirit under those circumstances. Turning back to the ghost, her hopes rapidly falling, she continued the interview. "So, his body and diary is gone. Your diary is gone as well, and you don't remember a thing from either diary. Is that correct?" "No, actually it isn't... I don't recall the location of the Valley of Dragons, since I never went there. I do, however, remember where to find some of the other places he discovered." "Couldn't care less..." "Oh, I think you could... remember how I told you that he was a hopeless idealist?" "Yeah... so what?" "He knew about the bottomless mine in the Valley of Dragons, and also that if humans found out, they'd fight a war of extinction against the dragons to get it. It was to prevent this, that he took so many steps to make sure nobody got the location out of him. But being a true idealist, he also believed that when all the races of the world cooperated peacefully, they would be able to handle the knowledge that there is a bottomless gem-mine in the Valley of Dragons. So, in each of the places he visited on his journeys, he left a piece of a tablet. Should the entire tablet be gathered, it would show the way to the Valley of Dragons."

"And you remember where those pieces are?" Anitra asked eagerly, once again hopeful. "Yes, I do... I have visited some of those places, to add credence to my claim as a great explorer. Besides, they're not nearly as tough to find as the Valley of Dragons." "Okay... how many places are we talking about here?" "Quite a few... Lutan divided the tablet in 9 pieces, which are now scattered all over the world." Anitra threw a glance at Lezard, who was leaning against a wall with an amused smile on his lips. "Hey, Lezard, you wouldn't happen to have some parchment on you, would you?" He lifted an eyebrow. "No worries, just have him tell you the places... I have a perfectly good memory. Afterwards, I can write them up for you, free of charge." Anitras eyes narrowed at this sudden display of friendliness, but then she shrugged. Her own memory wasn't too bad either, and if he tried any kind of foul play, Blake would soon give him second thoughts.

"Right, go ahead and tell us the locations, Cassius." "Certainly... you will have to visit the lands of the Horse-People, the Valley of Wonder, the Dark City of the Drow, the fairy village at Everspring Forest, the temple of the Bloody Dawn Cult, the Tomb of the Golden Knight, the jungle village of the Amazons, the Mirage City of the Deep Desert and lastly, the Caves of the Slith. Here's how to find them..."

The directions given weren't all that good, but Anitra figured that they could get her close enough to those places for her to spot them from Blake's back. When he finally finished talking, Lezard asked "Was that all you needed from him?" she nodded, and he made a negligent gesture towards it. "All right, shade... you can head back to the lands of the dead now." The spirit bowed its head, but then suddenly raised it again, his eyes glowing bright red. "Already? I'm just getting used to this place... I think I'd rather stay for a while." With a hideous cackling, it then threw itself at Anitra. Reflexively, she swung her fist at it, but it passed right through the noncorporeal figure, and the ghost continued straight into her chest. She staggered back as if she'd been struck a heavy blow, gasping. The ghost was gone. She looked around, clasping her chest. "What happened?" she asked Lezard, who was regarding her with a slightly bemused expression. "Well, it appears the good Cassius thinks he still have something left to live for... he's possessed you."

"POSSESSED ME?!?" Anitra screamed. "What's that supposed to mean?" Then, with a gasp, her hands flew to her crotch, which had suddenly become inflamed with pain. Her panties were too tight... there wasn't enough room in them. Quickly, she pulled them aside, and breathed a sight of relief as her cock leaped out into freedom. Wait a minute... cock?!? "That, for example..." Lezard answer her earlier question, pointing at the most recent addition to her anatomy. "It seems that Cassius was, first and foremost, a womanizer. So, now that he's possessed you, he's also given you the tools to pick up where he left off." Anitra blinked rapidly a few times, and then breathed deeply, controlling her temper. "Right, whatever, so he's possessed me... well, what are you waiting for? Exorcise that fucking pervert!"

Lezard flashed her a relaxed grin. "Exorcise? I believe that the deal was for me to raise his spirit in return for the unicorn's horn... I don't remember anything about any exorcising." In a flash, Anitra's sword was in her hand, pointing straight at Lezards throat. "Exorcise it. Now. Or I'll carve you open and see what you had for breakfast." If this worried Lezard, he hid it well. "Bacon and eggs, if you must know... incidentally, did you know that a spirit only can be exorcised by the one who raised it? If you kill me, you'll be carrying him around for good." Gritting her teeth, she lowered her sword. "So... let me guess: You need another favor?" "Well, you could put it that way..."

Before he could continue, he found himself mashed up against the ice wall with the razor-sharp edge of Anitra's sword against his throat. "So, maybe you're right and I wouldn't be able to get rid of this thing again... but that wouldn't concern you, 'cause you'd be dead." She hissed at him, her face almost touching his. For the first time, he seemed to be somewhat fazed. "Please, relax Anitra... all I'm asking is that you run one small errand for me, nothing big, you might even enjoy it... and in return, I'll not only exorcise the spirit, I'll also dig through my library and find what information I can about those places he mentioned. Oh, and as an added bonus, I can teleport you out of this cave, saving you the trouble of finding your way out by yourself." Anitra considered this, and then stepped away from the necromancer again. "Okay, you're on."

Concentrating briefly, she established a telepathic link with Blake. Anitra? Something wrong?_He said sleepily. _Sort of... anyway, I'll be leaving the cave shortly. Can you meet me at the entrance? She replied, deciding to forgo the details for now.Not a problem... did you get the information we need? Again deciding not to elaborate, she replied In a manner of speaking... look, I'll explain it all when we're face to face, ok? Just meet me at the entrance of the cave in a few minutes. She transmitted an image of the location of the cavern, in relation to the city of Narche.Okay, okay, I'll be there... but you're really being mysterious, you know. At this, he shut down the link, and she refocused her attention on Lezard Valeth.

"Right, so what is this 'small errand' you want me to run?" "Well, you remember that I needed the unicorn's horn to make a powerful magical wand out of, right? Well, as it turns out, there's another ingredient I'm missing... a Creation Gem is necessary to transform the raw horn into a form where it can be used as a wand. I don't have such a gem. But don't worry, you won't have to go digging through monster-infested dungeons for it - according to my information, such a gem is in the possession of Aelia, an adventuress currently living in the city of Gerabellum." "So, why don't you just go take it from her?" Anitra replied suspiciously. "Well, you see, she also possesses another magical gemstone... the DragonStone, a mysterious artifact said to contain the soul of a dragon. She found it during one of her adventures, and for reasons yet unknown, it fused itself to her chest. Since then, she's possessed a great deal of natural resistance to magic, and she can even transform herself into a dragon, although not for more than a minute at a time. Also, her great spear, Dinosaur, is strong enough to pierce magical barriers in the right hands." "So, basically, you want me to steal the gem from her? Because you're too scarred to fight with someone who's actually capable of putting up a fight?"

Ignoring the barb, Lezard shrugged. "I don't care how you get it... I can tell you, however, that you are eminently suited for getting it out of her without a fight. You see, Aelia absolutely_hates_ men... if you give her some subtle hint of your... hrm... 'special' endowment, you would probably have little trouble getting into her home." For some reason, the idea of seducing a young woman seemed incredibly attractive to Anitra just then... angrily, she shook her head - that damn ghost was affecting her mind too. "Okay, Lezard, I'll get you your Creation Gem. Just be ready with the exorcism AND the notes about those locations, when I land on your roof again, right? Now, teleport me up to the surface, Blake should be there by now." She gathered her fur coat around her, covering her exposed - and rock-hard - cock.

With a "Hrmph!", Lezard gestured sharply, and blue light enveloped the both of them. A second later, she was standing in the snow outside the cave, right next to a surprised Blake. Lezard was nowhere to be seen - presumably, he had teleported directly back to his tower. "So?" Blake asked "Would you mind explaining exactly what 'in a manner of speaking' and 'sort of' entails, now that we're face to face?" With a sigh, she climbed up on his back. "I'll tell you while we fly..." "Okay... whereto?" "Down south again... we have an appointment at Garabellum." She grimaced while she tried to find a comfortable way to sit... her newly arrived set of balls kept getting in the way.

Garabellum turned out to be a typical big city... half of it was proud marble manors, and the other half was pitiful slums, build from whatever resources were handy. The streets were also packed with an equal share of fat merchants and ragged beggars... and, of course, the ever-present pickpockets and cutpurses. Here and there, groups of adventurers stood out, with their shining armor or mystical robes. Anitra herself actually blended in nicely. Since her usual armor couldn't fit around her new endowment, she had kept the fur coat she'd bought up north. The climate in Garabellum was temperate, so quite a few merchants from the southern nations wore similar garments. The only unfortunate thing was that it made several pickpockets mistake her for a wealthy merchant... to their own misfortune. She didn't really want to attract attention, so she simply gripped whatever fingers snuck their way into her pockets, and gave them a good crush. Most of them didn't even cry out... but they wouldn't be picking any more pockets any time soon.

Now, her main problem was to locate Aelia. Lezard had only given her the name of the city, nothing more specific... In a city like this, though, there would probably be a tavern where adventurers gathered, and even if she could not find Aelia there, she'd likely find someone who knew her. But how to find the tavern... looking around, she was just about to walk over to a nearby group of adventurers and ask them, when she noticed a blind beggar sitting on a street-corner with a begging bowl in front of him. Her mother, she recalled, had once said, "In big cities, the beggars see everything that happens... even the blind ones."

When she approached the supposedly blind man, he piteously wheezed "Alms for the poor...", without much hope in his voice. Reaching into her purse, she withdrew a brass halfpenny, as well as three coppers. Bending forwards, she dropped the brass coin into the bowl to draw the beggar's attention, and then turned her hand to show the three coppers. "Do you know of a tavern or inn where adventurers tend to gather?" she whispered. The beggar lifted one side of the bandage that covered his eyes, and peered at her. "You're no merchant..." he said suspiciously. "And you're no blind man. Want the coins or not?" she retorted, still keeping her voice low. The beggar suddenly grinned and let the bandage fall back in place. "Try the Golden Lion Inn down the street. Lots of adventurers do business there, as well as other shady characters." With a nod, she dropped the coins into his bowl, and walked away. Behind her, he resumed his piteous cry "Alms for the poor..."

As she walked down the packed street, eyes open for signs of the Golden Lion Inn, she remembered Blakes reaction to her tale, and grinned. Having been in the middle of it, she hadn't realized how funny the whole thing would look from the outside, until Blake nearly fell out of the sky laughing. "You mean to say you've been possessed by a_dick_?!?" He had stammered out, howling with laughter. Completely taken aback, she'd just mumbled "Well, I suppose you could put it that way..." It didn't take long, however, before she, too, was laughing her lungs out.

The Golden Lion Inn turned out to be a bit shabbier than the name would indicate. The sign had, presumably, once held a golden lion, but wind and weather had long since worn off the golden paint, and now only an outline remained. The inside, however, was brightly lit and undeniably cheery. Anitra's sensitive nostrils also informed her that the beer was of a better quality than one would expect from this class of establishment. Actually, considering the number of people who crowded the tables, she thought it likely that the owner had more than enough money to get the sign outside repainted, but that he'd decided to maintain the pleasant aura of shabbiness.

She was just about to make her way across the floor towards her usual source of information, the barkeep, when she heard him yell "Hey, Aelia, here's your beer!" Anitra's eyes followed the foaming mug as it slid across the smooth countertop, to be gripped by a woman with fiery-red hair. She was wearing a suit of green armor, and a huge, broad-bladed spear was strapped across her back. She was pretty, in a tomboyish kind of way, and Anitra felt her cock stirring under the fur coat. Now, how to seduce this young woman...

The opening move was easy... she walked up to the counter next to her, and called for the barkeep to send her a mug of his best beer. He cast one look at her robe, and hurriedly complied. She could feel that Aelia was looking at her as she reached up to grip the hood of her robe, pulling it back. Next, she pulled her long, lustrous hair out from under the robe, and let it flow down her back. "Awfully hot in here, don't you think?" She said offhandedly to Aelia, fanning herself with an open hand. The adventuress mumbled some kind of affirmative reply, and took a deep drink of her mug. "Incidentally, I'm looking to hire an adventurer for some work... you wouldn't happen to know where to find one?" she continued, gripping her own mug of ale as it came sailing along the counter. She lifted it to her lips, laid her head back and drank, while pushing her chest so much forwards that the curvature of her breasts were clearly visible through the fur coat.

"Well," Aelia answered after a brief pause "I'm actually an adventuress... and I don't have anything in particular planned for the near future." "Excellent!" Anitra said, flashing her a bright smile. "Do you have some place where we can discuss business in... private?" Aelia blinked a bit at the emphasis she'd put on the last word. Then, she emptied her mug, wiped her mouth, and said "Sure, we can head over to my place..." nodding, Anitra emptied her own mug, and dropped five coppers on the counter, which the barkeep immediately snatched up. "Let's go." She simply said, nodding her head in the direction of the door.

Aelia's house turned out to be a pleasant, middle-class home, well away from the bustle of the marketplaces and bars. It proved that Aelia was rather successful... few adventurers could afford to maintain any kind of home, let alone such a nice one. Aelia was visibly nervous when they stepped in the door, which amused Anitra somewhat. This woman had probably faced numerous monstrous and demonic adversaries without flinching, but when confronted with a sexual and attractive woman, she became nervous... obviously, she wasn't sure how to react. Anitra could almost see what she was thinking: "Is this woman really coming on to me, or am I just wishing..." Well, that question would be settled shortly.

"Well, go ahead and hang up your coat there... can I get you something to drink, while we talk?" Aelia said, walking towards the pantry. "No, that's okay..." came the answer from the living room. "I'd rather we got down to business right away." Nodding, even though she knew her guest couldn't see it, she nonetheless reached into the pantry for the bottle of chilled dwarven liquor she always kept there.She needed a drink, even if this mystery lady didn't. After a quick swill of the fiery liquid, she felt a good deal braver, but when she turned around, her heart resumed its racing. The woman had dropped her fur coat, all right, and now she was standing in her living room, with her back turned, showing off a heavenly set of buns. She was wearing a breastplate, but only a miniscule set of panties covered her lower body, and it in no way obstructed the view of her bum. She could hardly wait to see her from the front... she could feel her pussy already getting wet.

"Anyway," the woman began "I want to hire you to find a cure for a certain type of curse..." Aelia felt her heart sink. Maybe she did, after all, simply want to talk business. "Preferably soon, too." She continued "It's pretty awkward to carry this thing around." Then, she turned around, and Aelia thought her heart would stop. Not only did she have a set of huge, round boobs, only partly covered by her breastplate, she also had a huge, hard cock, standing straight up from her crotch. She felt a flush creep across her cheeks, and suddenly the room seemed very, very hot. Her breathing grew ragged. "Maybe you'd like to examine it a bit closer?" the strange woman asked, absently stroking the immense tool. "If you are to track down a cure, you'd best know some more about it, right?"

Aelia didn't waste any more time. She rushed over and fell to her knees, examining the huge, stiff cock with wondering eyes. It was, without question, a cock. But looking up, she also saw a pair of luscious boobs, and a definitely feminine face. She'd heard about such women, but never seen one... she had, however, spend many nights in her bed, several fingers buried inside her aching pussy, with just such an image on her mind. And now, a genuine specimen had just wandered in her front door. She no longer cared if she nameless woman actually was interested in sex - if she wasn't, she would rape her. Leaning forwards a bit more, she opened her mouth and swallowed the head of the throbbing staff.

A lusty smile crept across Anitra's face as she felt the hot mouth close around her cock. The feeling sent bolts of pleasure up her spine, giving her a first-hand impression of how the various creatures she'd blown had felt. Also, it was proof that her plan was working. Now, she simply had to carry this scene to its natural conclusion... reaching down, she started unfastening Aelia's armor. The adventuress noticed this, and started helping, never taking her mouth of Anitra's cock. Once Aelia's chest armor had fallen clattering to the floor, revealing a leather baldric beneath, Anitra reached up and easily pulled her own breastplate off, dislodging the magical seam between the front and back with a thought. The kneeling redhead took one look at the now full revealed breasts, crowned by the large, golden rings, and redoubled her efforts on the meat-whistle. Anitra laid back her head and moaned out loud at the unfamiliar sensations.

Reaching down, she then gripped the adventuress under the arms and lifted her gently to her feet. Then, leaning forwards, and pressed their lips together in a fiery kiss. Their tongues intertwined, and their hands roamed all over each other's bodies. Breaking the kiss, Anitra held her seducee's eyes with a smoldering glare. "Where's your bedroom?" she asked, knowing that the time for teasing words was over. Wordlessly, Aelia gestured towards closed door in the other end of the room. Keeping a grip on her hand, Anitra strode over there, pulling her along. The bedroom revealed when the door was opened was pleasant and obviously feminine. The bed was large enough for two, and the sheets were rumpled. Anitra's sharp eyes also instantly picked up a conspicuously positioned wet stain...

Releasing Aelia's hand, she bend over and started struggling to get her panties down, around the extremely stiff cock. It was no easy task, but it gave Aelia the time she needed to get rid of the remainder of her armor, as well as the padded leather she wore beneath. She then proceeded to removing her shinguards, as well as her sandals and bracers. When she was finished, both she and Aelia were completely naked. The large, red gem that glowed faintly in the middle of Aelia's chest, just beneath her breasts, only added to her beauty. Once again, she embraced the dazed redhead, mashing their breasts against each other's, and also letting her feel the hot length of her cock against her naked abdomen. Aelia moaned. Smiling at the effect she was having on the older woman - and knowing that Aelia probably did not recognize that fact - she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why don't you continue where you left off?" she asked, gesturing at her cock... the head was still glistening with spittle.

Aelia didn't need to be told twice. Once again she fell to her knees, and closed her mouth around the cockhead. This time, however, she added an extra refinement, by gripping her tits and squeezing them together around the shaft. Enjoying the sensation, Anitra closed her eyes and leaned back. She would enjoy this, for her own sake, and_then_proceed with the plan. She soon found that, for a lesbian, Aelia was a surprisingly good cocksucker. She would alternate between running her tongue around the lower rim of the head, and swallowing it entirely, while at the same time constantly stroking the entire shaft with her soft and subtle tits. Several minutes later, Anitra felt - for the first time - a tightening in her balls. Although inexperienced in the feelings her new equipment supplied, she had no trouble guessing what that meant - she was about to cum.

"I'm cumming!" she moaned, writhing with a whole new kind of pleasure. Aelia froze for a second, and then swallowed the throbbing cockhead, sealing her lips around it. Then, Anitra bucked her hips, and started shooting her load. Aelia's throat worked hard to swallow all of it, but being inexperienced at fellatio, she was incapable of keeping up with the flow of sperm, so some of it escaped from the corners of her mouth. Anitra's orgasm continued for more than a minute, leaving Aelia on the verge of choking, before the spurts finally stopped. Letting go of the huge and still-hard cock, she coughed for air, and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"That was very nice, Aelia..:" purred Anitra "Now, why don't you get up on the bed so that I can reward you suitably, hmm?" Still short on breath, Aelia scrambled up on the bed and laid down on her back with her legs spread. "Please..." she moaned, flecks of cum still staining her lips "I need it so bad..." "Do you really? I'd better check..." Anitra answered with a lusty smile. She had, she realized, established herself as the dominant part, without really trying. Lowering her face to Aelia's pussy, she found that she did, apparently need 'it' rather badly. The pink slit was leaking pussy-juice like a shoddy barrel, rapidly creating another wet stain on the sheets, and the musky scent that rose from it was so thick it was almost palpable.

Licking her lips, she lowered her face the final inch, and thrust her tongue into the soaked pussy with sudden force, causing Aelia to arch her back and moan out loud. She remembered the taste, from when she'd licked her mother's cunt, and she still liked it. She dug in eagerly, licking every inch of the sopping pussy, paying plentiful attention to the engorged clit. Aelia moaned and trashed about on the bed, her hands grasping the sheets, pulling them loose. Not wanting her meal disturbed, Anitra gripped the ecstatic girl's upper thighs, holding her down with superhuman strength. Then, she started for real, lashing at the exposed slit, using her tongue as a whip. She drilled into it, burring her tongue more than an inch inside of her, scooping up the creamy juices she found in there.

Aelia was fast loosing her mind with pleasure. None of the lesbian lovers she'd had before had licked her pussy with such passion and strength, nor had they possessed the commanding demeanor of her current lover. And even as she was wracked by another, mind-bending orgasm, the thing that brought her the sweetest pleasure was the knowledge that this was just foreplay - the real feast still waited between the stranger's thighs. She was still a virgin, having hated men since before she reached puberty, and somehow the idea of having her cherry broken by a she-male, whose name she didn't even know, sent her headfirst into another shattering climax.

Half an hour later, Anitra finally came up for air. At that point, Aelia had practically been reduced to a quivering hunk of flesh, trapped in perpetual orgasm. Now was the time to give her what she'd wanted since the beginning. Crawling up over her semi-conscious lover, she took the time to lick and chew at the sensitive nubs that rose proudly from her large areola, before continuing up to plant a kiss on the redhead's lips. "You still want it?" she breathed into her mouth. "Please..." came the breathless reply "Please..." "Then you'll get it." She answered, and thrust her loins forwards, sending her entire shaft all the way inside her in one stroke. The sudden sting of pain as she was deflowered, along with an instantaneous orgasm triggered by her first cock ever, caused the girl to scream out loud... but the scream was cut short as Anitra covered her mouth with her own.

Then, without giving the girl any more time to adjust to the unaccustomed stretching, she started moving. Taking advantage of her superior experience from being at the receiving end, she knew exactly how to move in order to cause the maximum possible pleasure. Rather than just thrusting plain back-and-forth, she rotated her hips, constantly generating new angles of entry, and stroking every sexually sensitive spot at once. The forceful thrusts caused both of their chests to jiggle, and Aelia stared with lust-clouded eyes at the pair of milky-white orbs that jumped and danced in front of her. Reaching up with shaking hands, she started caressing them, and when no protest came from her lover, she grew bolder, pulling and twisting the pierced nipples. Anitra soon repaid the favor by gripping Aelia's own boobs, using them as handles to quicken her pace.

Aelia had lost count of her orgasms long ago. If the licking-session had been one continuous climax, then this was several orgasms piled atop one another. The repeated explosions that seemed to echo from her cunt, up her spine, to her head, was making her short on air, and black spots were staring to appear in front of her eyes. Yet, she clung to consciousness, like a drowning man clings to a board. Somehow, she instinctively knew that if she passed out, the beautiful stranger would be gone when she woke up.

Anitra could see that she was having the desired effect... but as she felt her own climax number two approach, she realized that the female adventurer was tougher than she'd expected. The girl was well-trained and physically fit, so if she just kept going, she might end going soft before she reached her goal. So, she would have to take it up a level... but first, she needed to shoot her load. Feeling the cum churning in her balls, she thrust forwards, burying herself fully and keeping it there. As her cockhead started blasting wad after wad of hot sperm into Aliea's womb, she leaned down some, placing her large tits right over the girl's mouth. Cumming harder than ever before as she felt the huge she-cock spurt inside her, she reacted instantly by gripping one breast and sucking on the nipple like a starving baby.

Aelia's inexperienced cunt soon turned up to be incapable of handling the quantity of jizz that was being pumped into it, and it flowed backwards, oozing out around the widely-stretched edges of the - until recently - virgin hole. It didn't make much of a difference, though, since the sheets between her legs already were a swampy mess. When Anitra finally stopped cumming, she didn't waste any time - she needed to preserve her momentum. Pulling her still ramrod-hard cock out, she gripped Aelia's legs, and quickly lifted them up until the knees touched her breasts. As expected, her body was subtle enough to allow this maneuver to be accomplished with a minimum of discomfort. Still holding the legs in place, she then positioned her slimy cock at the adventuress' untried asshole, and leaned over her again. "Think you can take it?" she whispered in the dazzled girl's ear. The only answer was a lusty moan.

"I'll take that as a yes..." she grinned, and rammed her throbbing hard-on inside the tight butthole. The hard ring of muscles that surrounded the orifice resisted for a split second, and then - apparently realizing that it was hopelessly overmatched - gave in. The tiny hole expanded impossibly, and suddenly Anitra had her mushroom-shaped cockhead buried inside a virgin anus. The feelings that the incredibly tight tunnel sent coursing through her made her momentarily wonder if she_really_ wanted to get rid of her cock... but then, remembering the indescribable pleasure that Blake's staff sent through her when buried deep in her pussy, she shook it off. What was important was the effect this was having on Aelia.

The pain of having her second virginity brutally taken away was completely lost in the flood of pleasure that had covered her since she'd felt the shemale's cock cum inside her. All she was feeling now was an even greater sense of fullness, as the huge cock, glistening with her own pussyjuices, slowly made its way into her most secret spot, right in front of her glazed eyes. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she lifted her hands to pull her buns apart, allowing easier access for the oversized rod. Even with that reduction, however, the sheer friction of the forced entry was setting her ass on fire. And she enjoyed it more than she would have believed possible.

Anitra was actually a bit surprised to find herself balls-deep in Aelia's ass at the end of her stroke. Experienced or not, the girl was a natural... but now, it was time to begin for real. With a good grip on both of Aelia's legs, right beneath the knee, she had a good handle. Her cock was still as hard as ever, and there was at least one more good cum in her balls. The girl beneath her, however, was clinging to consciousness with her fingertips. It was time to strike the finishing blow. Lifting her hips, she pulled her cock back out, delighted to see the way the sensitive tissue was pulled along, clinging to her cock. When she was left with just her head inside, she thrust down again, with all her weight, driving it down with a force like a dropping anvil. Aelia was actually mashed into her mattress, causing its fabric to tear along the edges. Her asshole, however, held it together, if just barely.

Taking full advantage of her inhuman stamina, Anitra quickened her pace without loosing any of the depth or force of the thrusts. Her balls slapped against the gently rounded buttocks every time she fell down, and her engorged cockhead cause the asshole to bulge up around it every time she rose. For every stroke, the brutalized girl's ass-muscles grew more and more lax, enabling Anitra to accelerate further. Below her, Aelia seemed more dead than alive, her mouth wide-open in a soundless scream, her eyes starring stiffly at the ceiling. Her chest was heaving wildly as her body struggled to supply enough oxygen to meet the rising demands.

Since Anitra had cum twice already, she managed to retain Aelia in that near-catatonic state for over half an hour, continuously banging her ass with undiminished strength. Finally, with a cry, she shot her seed into the deepest, darkest reaches of Aelia's body, and the helpless girl felt a new orgasm wash over her... her first anal orgasm, and so great as to shame the ones that had wracked her very being earlier. The black spots that had dotted her vision for nearly an hour, now, expanded to cover her entire view, and with a deafening scream, she came, and passed out.

With a smile, Anitra pulled her cock out of the well-worn orifice. It was covered with spunk, pussy-juice, ass-slime and a bit of blood... though not nearly as much of the last as one would have expected from the violence of the anal sex. She gently lowered the unconscious girl's legs down to the sheets, and proceeded to wipe her cock clean on the covers. If she was any judge, the adventuress would be out cold for several hours. Plenty of time for a sharp-eyed dragonrider to search through the house for a certain, magical jewel, she thought while she picked up the scattered pieces of her armor.

It actually took nearly an hour before her search paid off. Aelia had hidden her trove well, behind both conventional and magical barriers. But Anitra's sharp eyes, as well as her ability to see through most illusions, nonetheless allowed her to find it. It was a small hole, dug into the foundation of the house, hidden under a large barrel of ale in the pantry, and shielded with a rather powerful illusion. Inside it, she found a number of small, magical artifacts, a pouch of valuable - if completely non-magical - jewels, and the item she'd been seeking: A large, rainbow-colored gem, which glowed almost blindingly with magical powers. Picking it up, she looked at the remaining treasures in the hole... she still had some of the gold she'd taken from Ali and his brothers, but it would run out eventually. Maybe she should pick up those gems as well... yet, somehow, it didn't feel right - it seemed unprofessional, almost. It was one thing to steal a magical artifact, which she needed to proceed on her quest, but if she took the jewels as well, she'd be nothing but a common thief. As a dragonrider, she might no longer feel shame at such behavior, but she_did_ have pride... with a sigh, she pulled the barrel back in place, leaving the rest of the items untouched. She'd probably find a way to make some more money when she needed it.

Then, donning her fur coat and dropping the gem into one of the deep pockets, she left the house, giving Blake a telepathic hail.Had fun? He asked mischievously. Plenty, she answered,and I got the gem as well. I just hope, for Lezard's sake, that he doesn't try to double-cross me again... Blake replied, fierce temper evident in his tone.Agreed... it would be bad for his health if he did that. However..._he continued in a more offhand voice _I've actually always wondered if black mages tastes like liquorice...

Aelia was awakened by the sun shining through her bedroom window, as so many times before. With a groan, she turned her head away from the sharp light, feeling an almost irresistible urge to pull the covers over her head and catch another hour or so of sleep. Then, her eyelids flew open, as the events of last night came flooding back into her head. Had it all been an erotic dream? A quick touch to the sheets between her legs revealed that they were still mushy, but that didn't prove anything... a dream like that would have made her cum bucketfuls. Then, she sat up in the bed, and the aches radiating from her asshole immediately informed her that it hadn't been a dream. Grimacing, she got up and looked around. Apparently, her premonition had been right... the mysterious woman was nowhere to be seen, and her strange armor was gone too.

Then, a dreadful suspicion crept over her, and she dashed into her pantry. Pulling the ale-barrel away, she spoke the magic word to dissolve the illusion, and looked at her hidden stash with a sigh. Until last night, there'd been a huge, magical gem in there. Now it was gone. Like some kind of wet-behind-the-ears teenager, she'd been seduced, fucked and robbed. Strange, though, that the thief would leave the rest of her stuff behind, especially the pouch of gems. Regarding what was left in the hole, she suddenly smiled. Yeah, she'd lost that jewel... but dammit, if it hadn't been worth it!

Lezard appeared promptly when Anitra called out his name from the top floor of his tower. His usual, arrogant smile grew slightly wider when he saw the huge gem resting on her palm. "So, here's the gem you wanted, Lezard..." she almost growled, tossing the invaluable stone at him. "Now make with the exorcism!" The necromancer easily caught the glittering jewel in midair, and after a brief inspection, nodded. "Of course, my dear Anitra... I always keep my promises." Then, after tucking the gem away inside his robe, he traced a glowing, green glyph in the air. Speaking a single, shattering word in a long-dead tongue, he then sent the magical symbol flying through the air, right into Anitra's chest. She staggered slightly, and bit her teeth together to keep from crying out at the burning sensation. It felt as if two cats had suddenly caught on fire, and started fighting inside her body. Then, a shadowy wisp of smoke rose from her chest, slowly solidifying into the familiar shape of the long-dead explorer and womanizer, Cassius Novack.

The phantom bared his teeth at her, but he obviously had a hard time keeping his ghostly body together. Like when the sun dispersed a fog, his immaterial body slowly dissolved into the thin air. Just before he vanished entirely, he flashed her a ghostly smile and whispered "Well, it was fun while it lasted... and don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it too." Then, he was no more. Taking a deep breath, she looked down to see her good, old pussy peeking out behind her panties. Well, maybe he was right, but she still was happy to be back to her old self... relatively old, anyway, considering that she had an even older self, which she had NO desire to return to.

"Nice job, Lezard..." she said, pulling her panties back into place. "Now, the rest of the deal, if you please... well, actually, whether you please or not." He shrugged, and pulled a stack of parchment out of his cloak. "Certainly, my dear, no need to be insulting. These papers contain everything I've been able to find about those places that he mentioned... including improved directions, in some cases. Have a nice trip." Not trusting herself to speak, she snatched the documents from his hand, and went over to stuff them into Blake's saddlebags. Hopefully, she'd be able to find all nine pieces of the tablet without having to deal with any more overly clever wizards. She did have a hunch, though, that her quest wouldn't be an easy one... there would, undoubtedly, be many challenges to face, before she could fly triumphantly into the Dragon Utopia on Blake's back. But her mind was set. She would persevere.

The End

Coming soon is Chapter 6 of the DragonRider Chronicles: Lands of the Horse-People.