Haunting
A Haunting
- Secrets Of The Seventh Tower
It was dusk, the Sun had already settled under the horizon, but still it's last golden rays were enough to keep the creeping darkness at bay. The sun was still trying to get a last glance of this wolrd, to keep in mind what it gave up - and eventually will regain at dawn. Indeed it was worth the effort...
A vast evergreen forest, with trees that tower high above all who dares to enter. Untamed and wild - as it is intended to be. It was winter thus the dark-green color of the swarm of needle-like leaves was complimented by a glittering chrytal coat of untouched snow.
Nothing moved except for an occasional snowflake slowly flying, uncertain of it's destination. The birds which were once the lively choir of the forest are either gone or dead, the larger animals were hiding or hybernating. Only the silent birds of prey were still hunting. So did a gross snowy owl. It was sitting on a branch ready to fly without any noise and kill the mouse hiding under the snow. It listened: scratching noises came from a nearing point in the cold chrystal sea beneath. It was only a few meters away. The owl extended his wings... Then shuddered as a sudden unusual noise hit his ears. It was the rhythmical thumping of hooves.
A rider in a dark-brown, thick robe and hood was goading the white horse under to run in the deep snow. The owl couldn't tell wether or not it was dangerous so it kept still and lost a meal of mouse. The horse's breath was like hot steam compared to the air around, as well ass the rider's. With a small stick the rider hit the rear of the horse, the poor animal tried desperately to do it's best - though the spanking didn't hurt too much. The rider held itself close to the horse, partially to get a better grip, and to share their body heat - this weather wasn't doing any good for both of them.
But then the rider straightened up in the saddle. There was something infront of them... A castle emerged from the horizon. A huge - yet deserted palace-fort, but only a speck of dust compared to the forest. It was built hundreds of years ago, the few things that could withstand the raging war. From it's dark-grey mass seven towers reached for the sky, looking on the forest. The rider's horse was now running faster - it found smoothened ground under the snow-layer. As they got closer the rider noticed a small stream of smoke snaking from the middle tower up to the heavens.
The rider slowed their pace, and searched for any sign of activity besides the smoke. At the castle gate the rider found what it has been looking for. Someone opened the large steeled, two winged gates and stood in the doorway waving vividly. The rider waved back with an arm, slowing the hose to a walk as they reached the small hill the castle was built on.
An older elf was in the doorway, dressed up in warm clothes, with packages. A he had glasses on his mildly wrinkled face, and a few locks of his long grey hair hung out from under his cap.
'You must be Lady Alea! A pleasure to see you!...' he paused. ' I am Rounn del Syamas, the keeper of this Castle.' he offered his gloved hands to help the rider get off the horse. But the rider got off easily without his help, with a small jump, and took off the hood to reveal the face hidden underneath the thick, heavy cloth. A long darker green scaled snout came to view first then a pair of fascinating red eyes - with only a narrow black line as pupil - brimming with life and excitement. From the rider's look and face he could tell that she is the one he had been waiting for. And from the friendly smile on her muzzle he could tell - that even from 10 years time - she remembers him. She let go of the hood which fell on her shoulders, letting an unimpeded view on her face and mane. Long white mane covered her head instead of hair, that reached down her neck along the line of her spine.
' Hi, I still remember you Rounny.' she said, giving him her scaled left hand which ended in almost claw-like nails. Both knew that such fomrality is needless between them. But since she seemed to follow the traditions the elf gently kissed the back of her hand.
'It gives my heart a warm feeling to see you again Alie.' the old elf smiled back at her. 'Go inside, I'll soon join you, I'll just tend to your horse first.' she nodded and went into the castle. Meanwhile the elf led her horse to the stables.
She was amused by the place: it didn't change a jot. The The warmth of the place was a bit surprising after the outside cold - so she took the robe off, leaving only a long jacket, a leg and tail cosy (as she called the scraf like pieces of cloth she wrapped her tail and legs in), a short and snug shirt, a loincloth and a pair of sandals on. Despite that all was the same. The great red carpet in the antechamber led through a two winged wooden door, which took her to the hall where it did not only cover the marble floor but it went up the chairs to the second floor and into the towers. All was just as like she recalled : the vast but low table in the hall and the grandfather-clock that faced it standing next to the east wall, the dark-brown doors - she could tell which led where and she could even distinnguish which were ment for the servitors. This place was just as big as she remebered. After all she spent five wonderful years here...
' The place didn't change but you sure did!' came Roun's voice from behind her. 'My you've grown to a beautyful dragoness.' he commented while she tried no to blush. 'Such a pretty Lady shouldn't wear such simple clothes!'
She looked down at herself. He was right, since she left her family to try life alone she clouldn't afford as much as she was given by her parents. She sighed at her baize attire.
'Yes, thing've changed since then... Roun.' she wasn't smiling now. 'But that's why I'm here.' she tired to muster up a new smile, but couldn't actually make it.
'So you're taking the test?' he said with a hint of teasing in his voice.
'Yes, I am.' she stated, while a true smile was lurking in her lineaments.
'You know the rules, right?' he gave an evil grin. 'One day, one...' the young dragoness joined in the end of the sentence. 'One night...' they said. She gulped. She remembered the Seventh Tower...
She was scared at winter nights like this because she saw ghosts. No-one believed her words back then. But she knew what she saw: moving shadows in the highest room of the Seventh Tower, but no-one was there when they checked. Several times she saw a pale raptoress disappearing at the stairs leading up to the mentioned tower, with her own two eyes. And there were nights when she screaming, laughing and other eerie noises coming from up there. That's why her father wants this test.He does not believe in ghosts, and the like - he thinks that this is only the overactive imagination of young dragons. So this is his way to see if she's mature enough to handle such a palace.
'You can't leave this place , until a day and a night...' the old elf's gaze lowered a bitto her curvaceous body 'As I see you're definitely old enough to take this test...' he said faintly. This comment of his caught her off guards, she felt her cheeks turning reddish. The elf gave a smile and continued the briefing.
'The heating-pipes will provide enough heat for at least two days. It's a hell of a complicated contraption down there, so don't touch and everything will be okay. Food in the cellar, in the next chamber - you're old enough - you'll find wine. Just keep within the line.' once more he looked her all over. 'You ought to change clothes, you'll find a few attires in the Seventh Tower...' he stopped talking for a while and waited for her response. Which came very shortly. A desperate look formed on her face. 'You'll be alone.' he said, and thoughed that this was almost cruelty towards her. 'But fear not, I shall be back this time tomorrow... Or you can leave anytime - and loose. I'll be in Ahkwon village, a few hours away on horse.'
She slowly steeled herself and nodded at his words.
'Oh, I almost forgot !' he exclaimed and went to the main door. Only to return after less than a minute with a big - though not thick -, very old looking, ebony sheeted book. 'Your father sent me a letter and a package two months ago, in it he said you must know the castle before you own it. So here it is, the castle's brief history. Owners, events, dates... all he could gather. During your stay you must read it, when I return I'll ask a simple question about the place. If you answer correctly you will be the newest owner.' she slowly nodded once again as she took the book in her hands.
'Good luck!' he said and hugged her. The feeling of his hug and familiar scent was reassuring for Alea.
'Thank you, Rounny.' they let go and the elf went out the main door, shortly after the gate to his horse. A minute later she as waving to his passing silhouette in the darking night.
She chased away the fears inside her. After all - despite the few frightening winter weeks - the time she spent here was terrific. The summers when she and her bother and little sister played hide and seek here, and the lessons when Rounny and his wife teached them maths, languages... They had so much fun. She wished those times to be back once again. Her family to be whole again... Since then she hasn't seen either of them, the war tore them apart.
Her eyes were glazing and she felt tears building up at the base of her eyes. With her handkerchief - which she kept wrapped around her left wrist - she wiped the tears.
If she's though enough for this one night and a day she'll make her family reunite right here. She'll show everyone that she's grown up, but she still loves them.
She looked at her clothing again in the window glass.
'I guess the Lady of the Palace shouldn't look like this.' she went to the entrance to the basement - which was behind a door that opposed the main door - she passed the two stairs that took to the second floor of the palace itself, several doors including those which took to two opposing towers and the door to the Seventh Tower. She decided to take a bath as well, then change her clothes. She took her sandals off and could feel the heating-pipes in the floor. She smiled.
'Good old Roun kept this thing owrking properly for all these years.' she looked forward of having a hot bath in one of the pools in the base of the castle. She was almost there when she stopped.
'Damn... I forgot the clothes.' she toughed for a second 'Aw what the heck, I'm all alone.' she pictured herself running around naked. She giggled, then she thought about the future.
'I guess I should keep away from swearing, if I'm to become the Lady of the Palace.' she tried to walk like she was taught back then, all 'fancy-like'. She went a set of stairs and reached an underground hall. Torches were on the walls - just like upstairs - providing enough light, and between them banners of different families she didn't know much of. She knew where to go exatcly so a moment later she was infront of the light-brown door of the pool room. It wasn't hard to distinguish it from the other eight doors, this had a window on it.
She peeked in, she saw four pools from there all of them were rectangular in shape - around five meters in lenght and three meters wide and one and a half meter deep at the deepest points -, and steaming. The pools were clean so their bottom was clearly visible.
'What the?...' she saw something stirred the water, but there was nothing in it. She went in to sheck. 'Perhaps a rat?' she thoughed as she walked to the edge of the pool she saw the stirring in. Nothing, nothing was in it except the clean, hot water.
'Hmm...' she said. 'Oh well.' she took of her jacket, and the whisps of clothes she used to cover her tail and tighs. Then she removed hershirt exposing her taut breasts, and finally she untied the belt on her waist that held her loincloth in place and let it fell on the floor. With a gentle kick she placed it on the top of the pile of her clothes. Then she went to an adjacent side of the pool which had stairs - five of them - which led to deeper water. She walked into the pool until she was wet to her thighs. She enjoyed the - almost too - hot water, and the pleasant feeling it gave. She leaned forward and slowly sat on the surface of the water. Gently making her rear getting used to the tmperature of the water. The water waved smoothly under her, but suddenly it gave a string wave and she shivered at the unexpected lap against her nether region. She was a bit startled, but it felt good. The water waved again and again, forcefully; she felt her breasts tensing and her innards twitch in desire.With her left hand she gently massaged her breasts, with her right she cupped her rump. She felt almost as if someone was stroking her pussy. 'What the?!'
'Hmhe?...' she moeaned and opened her eyes, her mind and senses tensing. 'What the hell's going on?' - she looked around for any sign of trickery. But nothing.
'O...kay.' she said before wuickly washing over themore important and sensitive parts. Then she jumped out of the water, grabbed her clothes and left the room in a hasty pace.
It was colder in the hall than what she remembered at arriving, she thoughed that was because of the swater on her scales. She rushed to the Seventh Tower's door and opened it. As she stood there infront of the stairs she thoughed loudly.
' I'll just go up, get some clothes and get back here.' she dropped her loincloth. As she bendt down to pick it up she heard a female laughter. She was used to being laughed at, so she shot back, like it was somekind of a reflex.
'Very funny...' then she quickly straightened up. 'Who's there?!' she asked almost shouting. No answer came. She gulped.
'Just...' she didn't finish this sentence. Instead she ran up the stairs.
The first door was only a dozen steps away. She grabbed the knob to open it. To her surprise it was locked. She went forward to he next closed door. It was also locked.
'Oh no...' she knew there were only four rooms in a tower. Two of them is locked, and the door on the top helds a room that is surely haunted.
'Please, don't...' she whined as she reached the last door she would dare to open. She grabbed the knob and turned it. With a click it was opened. She hastly went in and closed the door behind her. She smellt a strangely familiar, musky scent that she felt somehow shooting. She sniffed in the air and turned. The room was quite big. It had a big white wardrobe, next to it a desk with chairs around it, a bookshelf on the opposing wall, a cupboard and a huge bed in the middle of the room. The scent was stronger around the bed, and it was similar to her scent when she caressed herself down there. But this wass somewhat different: not as aggressive as hers and it seemed to be mixed with something else.
Seeing no clothes prepared for her she moved infront of the wardrobe and opened it with her tail while she threw her own old clothes on the bed.
She was pleased to find many attires thicker-thinner for different occasions, and a large mirror in each door wing of the wardrobe. She observed herself in the mirror. Her scales were a draker shade of green on her back creating a sharp contrast with her mane and her scales on her thighs, tailbase, belly and chest. There the scales were smaller and almost white but with a weak shade of green and the scales between these regions were a slow transition of the two colors.
She decided to stay here a little, take her time and choose enough clothes for the rest of her stay - thus avoid further visits here. She was trying a new loincloth in the mirror, after a few minutes of checking it's size she threw that on the bed too. She tried several items. Then she found a light blue scarf. The scarf was made of the finest silk. She put it on and posed in the mirror. She enjoyed basking in the clothes - a thing she couldn't afford in the past. Abruptly something patted twice on the side of the base of her tail, making her almost jump into the mirror.
'Hey!' that was all she managed to say. She was literally shocked by this, and after a swift, nervous look around she grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room.
As she sped down the stairs she could hear the laughter again but this time she didn't reply. In fact she didn't even slow down until she reached the kitchen - which was several rooms and corridors away. She then put down all she was carrying and quickly dressed up. A loincloth, a snug but comfortable - and longer - shirt, a tail and a leg cosy was all she thoughed she needed.
She looked around. This place was equipped with plates, pots and such enough to hold here a feast for at least a hundred people, now these acessories hung from a wooden rail from above, in the corner a huge owen sat. On a large and long table in the middle of the long room, she spotted a plate andon it roast duck. She felt her saliva will fill her mouth soon if she can't sink her teeth into that. 'But what if?...' she thoughed. 'What if what? It'd probably do good for my nerves too.' and with that she walked to the table, sat on the nearest chair and began to devour the duck. She was eating fast and with her hands, she had no doubt that she neared a pig in table manners. Soon not much was left of the tender, spicy - as she thoughed : absolutely yummy - duck. She was greatful to her luck that she at least could eat normally.
Now she was able to think clearly.
'Okay... next step... Where's that book?' she went to the hall. She tried to ignore the odd things that happened to her, and thoughed that this way she could distract her attention from it. There it was, on that low table wher she left it. She picked it up and read it's title.
'Thunder Castle Chronicles.' she said loud.
She read the document carefully - she didn't want to screw it all up on this part. She read and read. Line after line, page after page... When she finally freed her gaze from it the grendfather-clock was shoving ten hours past meridiem.
'Wow.' she stated. She felt tired, her eyes were in fact so tired that she couldn't read now. The lines slowly formed into a long snake of complicated, unreadable symbols. She closed her eyes and sighed.
'I should choose a place to sleep...' she looked around '... somewhere secure.' she closed the book and left it on the table. While she was searching for a place to rest, she reviewed the new information she learnt from the book. 'Roun will obviously ask something important.' she thoughed.
'The castle was built three and a half hundred years ago, by king Drewin' she summarized into a few lines the information which was on a page in the book. 'It was used as winter residence, and...' she didn't remeber this exactly. 'It was given to Prince Reil, the first son of the king who was known for living a very rakish life...'
She shivered, the temperature dropped dramatically in just a matter of seconds.
'Brr... Great, the pipes are failing...' she could feel the warmth of the pipes running in the floor just under her feet. Which gave her an idea. They should lead to the point where they exit the furnace. The warmest place on this level of the castle. She followed the pipe... a few moments later she found it.
'It can't be...' there she stood just a meter away from the stairs leading up the Seventh Tower. If there was a thing she hated, then it was cold. 'Just my luck.'
She decided to gather some pillows and bedsheets, along with a pair of blankets to create a makeshift bed on the floor. She wasn't strong enough to move a bed by herself and she wanted to be near the exit- just in case she'll be hurry to leave. She went to the servants' quarters and 'looted' the nearest pair of beds. Then she quickly returned to the hall. She began to put her bed together: she leaned down to place a blanket on the floor. As she did this a sudden blow ofwind lifted her loincloth which fell gently on her shoulder, meanwhile she felt something smooth and tender pressing to her sex, almost like a kiss. Startled she quickly straightened up and turned back. But there was noone behind her. She shook her head.
'Perhaps it was only some part of my clothing...' she tried to explain it to herself. After her bed was done she laid herself down on it and covered herself with a thick blanket. She looked at the torches on the walls.
'These'll provide enough light. Now all I have to do is stay awake...' she wanted to stay awake after all she felt rather unsecure now. She blinked, but she had to concentrate hard to get her eyelids open. 'I can stay...' she blinked again, but this time her eyelids were too heavy to lift '...awake.' she said faintly and fell asleep.
She felt weightless and somewhat secure. She was in a room like the one she was in the Seventh Tower. She saw someone on the bed. His clothes were lying scattered on the floor of the room. On the bed she saw movement. A male allosaur was lying on his back there. His dark-brown scales and tan belly went well with the white bed sheet - at least she felt it so. He smiled to her and spread his thighs.
Alea knew him from the book she read... and strangely she felt she had known him for a long while, she felt that they've spent wonderful times together. He was the lustful Prince Reil. She saw his slit parting, letting his aroused pink member slipping into view. Slowly but surely it grew to an astonishing nine inches, and the width around more than two inches.
She felt herslef getting wet almost instantly. She looked down to see she was naked, and not only that: she was light-green and had black stripes along her side. But somehow that did not seem unusual. She grabbed breasts - which were a bit larger now - and kneaded them, while the Prince striked his lenght with one hand, slowly and gently from tip to the base.
She moaned softly as she saw this and felt her breasts tense under her caress. Then the allosaur grabbed his dick and started to pump in a pace bit faster than before.
Soon a small drop of precum formed at the tip, and her senses were attacked with the intense scent of male pheromones. This turnt her really on. She reached down with one hand and began caressing her soaked slit. By now the male as pumping his rod in a vigorious pace and there was a small trickle of pre running down from the tip of his cock onto his hand.
'Mmm...' she moaned and raised her hand to her snout smelling her own heavy musky scent. She opened her mouth, and licked her fingers clean of her juices. She then cupped one of her breasts and sent her other hand down.
'I want a taste too...' came a soft voice from the bed. 'And you can have a taste of mine too.' he grinned widely. Her lust and his scent made her discard any other option but to enjoy eachother's company.
So she slithered onto the bed and him, her scales rubbing to his while she literally slid up him for a long kiss. Their tongues danced and curled around eachother's in wet pleasure.
She gazed into his warm brown eyes, she knew him. She remembered the wonderous time they spent together haing fun, she remebered his kindness and the charming person he is. She wanted to repay him for making her so happy.
They parted and she took his cock into her hand. She licked along the lenght of his erect shaft, gathering his delicious pre to the tip where she kissed the head of his pinkly member. She watched his face which was a telltale sign that what she was doing felt very good. She kissed him ther once again, but now she didn't let go instead she opened her mouth and let his dick slide in. She closed her mouth around it tightly and caressed his shaft vividly with her tongue.
'Ahh... you're... too good.' he drawled. She slid his cock out then took even more of his lenght into her mouth. She felt an almost constant flow of pre pouring onto her tongue which she eagerly swallowed and then went for more. She could feel him swelling to an even greater size under her hot, wet caress - she wondered how would that feel to have it in her cunt. The flow of pre stopped, and he gave a loud roar. A second later his throbbing rod jetted thick curds of his seed into her mouth. The stream was too much for her to swallow all of it so his semen was dripping from her lips. But it didn't come to a stop, she decided to let go, as she did he spurted hot semen on her face, neck and hard breasts. It felt good to her to feel his hot seed covering her sensitive breasts. Then the stream finally slowed to a dripping and soon after it stopped. She licked her face and then herself, and him clean.
'You taste good...' she purred.
'Now it's my turn.' he said while she slid further up until he was facing her loin. She felthot breath against her soaked and a bit parted pussy. After a few minutes of nervebraking anticipation she felt smooth and tender lips pressing against her slit. Squelshing noises came from beneath her as he kissed and licked her pussy all over. She began panting loudly and pushed her vent to his face ecouraging him to caress her. He pushed his tongue deep into her, he felt her tangy juices as he worked his way into her even more - her intoxicating scent and taste driving him crazy.
'Hmmhmhh... ' she gave a faint moan as her mouth clenched shut under this extreme wave of pleasure. Her juices quickly building up to be released in this smaller orgasm. He caught the stream of her hot juices and lapped the inside of her walls for more. He ran a hand along her rump, gently stroking the base of her tail, while his other hand teased her clit. He was giving a long and passionate kiss on her pussy, his lips touching the fleshy lips of her sex, while he licked at her walls that suddenly tightened around the appendage inside, squeezing it.
'Aaoohh!' she cried out in her orgasm. Her juices squirted once more into his mouth but this time it was enough to fill it. He swallowed the tasty fluid eagerly, and lapped at her again causing a second and a third burst.
She trembled under his caress and now was sitting on his chest because her legs were shaking. By now she was flying so high she was laughing, giving in to the endorphin and other 'happyness hormones'. He lapped out all of her cum meanwhile he was kneading her ass. She then slid on the side of his and kissed him. Making him share her cum with her.
'Make me yours.' she said. She ran a hand down his chest and belly to his rock hard member slowly stroking it.
'You know we must wait until tomorrow.' he said with a little sadness in his voice.
'Aww...' she said. She knew why she can't be taken, tomorrow they will join eachother in the wedding ceremony. Until then she must remain virgin... But she was so horny, she needed fun now. Suddenly she had an idea.
'You know... The rule is I have to stay virgin... But the rules never even mention my tail-hole.' she gave a lustful smile. From his sly look, she could tell that he knew what she had in mind.
'Well... I guess you're right...' he was thinking and he stroked along her cheek. 'But I don't know if I could stay out of you once I get 'started'.' he gave a dark smile.
'Then bring others too.' she said and winked.
'Great idea, I'll bring Neara and Ron too...' he looked into her eyes. 'I've heard that you and Neara had some fun together.'
'Who told you such a thing?' she asked, her ruffs became pinkly. She remembered suckling on Neara's breasts and she playing with her clit; a week ago.
'Birds...' came the answer. And he leaned in to kiss her.
She awoken when a sudden loud noise echoed through the hall. She saw the book was lying on the floor. When she tried to move she felt almost as if she was in warm water. She removed the blanket covering her only to let her senses be attacked by the heavy scent of her sex, and the sight of her swollen, parted, pinkly vent. Everything was soaked with her cum. Someone - perhaps herself - undid her loincloth.
'Oh goodness...' she said. She wiped herself with her handkerchief and went to the kitchen to have a drink. As she did so she freed herself of the wet clothes.
After a minute search she found a bottle of low mild wine. She did not knew what did it do on that table, because last time she was here there was nothing else on the table than the duck she ate. She uncorked it and poured some in a glass she found on the table in the middle of the place. The wine poured down her throat gently not irritating, it's sweet taste felt good.
After the last dram of it she went to the ladies' room.
She felt somewhat relieved from that sleep. When she was done, and got back she picked up the book and walked to her bed. The listened to the winds which were blowing hard outside. She switched the blankets and laid herself down on her back. She wriggled and squirmed, once she felt comfortable again she opened the book.
'Let's see now...' she turnt to the page she stopped reading last time.
'The young Prince shared the castle with the son of Greymoore's Earl, Ron; and his wife-to-be, the young Baroness Neara...' and with that her hands collapsed and she was sleeping again.
She found herself in a doorway, the room - judging from it's size - was one of the tower-rooms. On the bed - in the of the room - she saw a young blue-scaled dragon male with long black mane, and a female tan tyrannosaur, who had yellow stripes running along her spine horizontally. He was licking at her firm breasts, and fingering her tail-hole, while she waas forcefully pumping his red, rigid cock.
'Ain't you two supposed to wait for us?' she found herself asking. She knew them too. It was Ron and his dear, Neara. Who was smiling naughtily.
'He was too insistent... Ooooh!' she said as he bit on her nipple and pushed his finger into her ass up to the first knuckle.
'We got to catch up, honey.' came the Prince's soft voice from behind as he tapped on her rump. They joined the others, who paused and moved further onto the bed to make room for the new guests. Neara was still lying on her back. She slithered up on her, feeling her panting in excitement. She felt her scent, it was similar to hers but somewhat different. She leaned down for a kiss.
Alea was not surprised that none of them hesitated. They've been like this a few times, and they were best friends ages before.
Neara gently pushed her tongue into her mouth. She caressed the intruder with her own, but this kiss was more the work of lips. Their lips touched, pushed against eachother feeling the tender flesh they were made of.
Meanwhile their breasts were touching as well, and she could feel her nipples are rock hard between the smallish, delicate scales. Alea lowered her pussy onto hers. Both females were wet and swollen down there. She reached down and parted her slit, soon Neara followed. The two girls were enjoying eachother's dripping, hot sex. Their tails curled around eachother's to squeeze their pussies together even more so. Neara reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them. Alea returned the attention and felt a smaller orgasm approaching.
While they were panting and kissing they barely noticed the males who were pawing off. The T-rex girl beneath her wriggled her curvaceous body, the feeling made her even more aroused. Then she felt a burst of hot fluid spurt at her vent and a loud moan escaped from Neara's mouth as she came. This sent her over the edge too, she cummed squirting her hot juices into her entrance. She felt a hand sliding between them feeling about.
'I wanna kiss you...' Neara said. She leaned down to kiss her, but to her surprise she protested. She didn't know why so she tilted her head. ' ...Down there, honey.' she licked along her snout teasing. Alea smiled toothily and slid firther up to her, until she was facing her pussy.
Meanwhile the blue dragon moved infront of her with his cock at the same height as her head. He smiled at her as she gripped her cock and started stroking it slowly, and passionately in full length.
The Prince was behind her. She knew what was going ot happen, so she tried to relax. Neara kissed and licked her sex, she was giving her so much pleasure that she felt like in heaven already.
'She knows what I need...' she thoughed. But there was something missing... She felt an object brushing against the lips of her sex, but this time it wasn't Neara's tongue. She turnt to see Prince Reil rubbing his dick against her pussy, gathering her fluids. After a few strokes along her, he stopped and Neara took his place again, suckling at her clit.
While Alea was now pumping Ron's large, thick cock, pre flowing from it's top. He was now panting under her 'attention'. Then Alea felt something wet pressing against her tail-hole. Reil gently pushed the head of his cock in, spreading her tight muscles which slowly took him in. She felt a little pain as the 'virginity' of her ass has been taken, but that was far outnumbered by the amount of pleasure that caused.
She leaned down and kissed Ron's dick all over, from base to top she placd her hot kisses on his throbbing member. Then she opened her mouth, her warm breath poured on him, she lolled out her tongue and licked along the underside of his penis, but after reaching the top instead of withdrawning her tongue she slid his cock into her mouth. She felt it swell in her hot, wet caress even more larger.
She felt Reil's cock in her ass slowly beginning to slide out only to enter once again but this time thrusting in deeper. She gave a muffled moan as not only Reil was coddling her but Neara too. Her licks and tongue pushing into her would be enough to a climax, but she also had the Prince taking her tail-hole. Not to mention how much she enjoyed giving pleasure to the blue-dragon, who was breathing as heavily as she was.
Reil pushed his shaft further in with every thrust, and she tried to match his pace in sucking Ron's stiff member. She felt his pre-cum in her mouth, it tasted sweet and the taste along with the dragon's face - by now his maw hung open, his tongue was lolled out and his eyes were closed - made her suck more viggoriously and buck her hips back against Reil's cock.
The Prince was now pounding her rear, she had relaxed around him so he could fuck her warm ass with relatve ease, and was now thrusting all the way in. Neara was lapping at the soaked walls of her pussy, Ron was rocking his hips back and forth to get more of his length into her mouth. Meanwhile the Prince was nearing release in her warm, tight embrace.
This was all too much for her: she felt the biggest orgasm of her life approaching ... She closed her eye as she reached vertigo just before the actual climax. A second later she screamed of pleasure.
'Aaahh!!!' she sat up on her makeshift bed. It was morning, as far as she could tell, judging by the light that infiltrated into the hall from outside. She blinked, and rubbed the rheums out of her eye.
'What?' she kicked the blanket off, and found that she successfully soaked this blanket with her cum too. She didn't get caught up on that. Her dreams were running amok in her mind. They were so real... She could swear feeling every second of it, both phisically and emotionally. She got an idea. She looked around for the book. She remembered reading it before falling asleep. 'It must be here somewhere...' she thoughed. Then something black caught her eye on the table. It was the book.
'Why am I not surprised?' she said ironically, and sighed. She sat on the table and opened the book. She had a bit more than twenty pages left. She began to read it, but in a pace so fast even she didn't thoughed that it's possible. She just had to know what was going on here. Her mind was full of pictures emotions she didn't know whom they belong, but felt that somewhat they're hers too.
She read, the letters were chrystal clear. After she finished - in less than half an hour or so - she summarized what she've read.
'The Prince had a raptoress, Nyna, a singer and they were going to marry...' her eyes suddenly became full of tears, as the crowds of memories of him, her and their relation attacked her. Such innocent love, happiness, two of such pure souls who were - there's no doubt - made for eachother. 'But they never had a chance to enjoy their life together as mates, or to have a baby... As the first act of the War they were killed by cold blood, on their way back here.' she gasped for air as her tears began to flow.
'Life can be so cruel...' she whispered. It was great loss she felt. She stared at the new-looking red rug, and sobbed softly. Then she heared footsteps. She was a bit alerted, but was too sad in the meantime to be scared. A light-green raptoress with thick black stripes along her back and side, and an even paler green belly and chest walked down from the Seventh Tower. Her only cloth was a red velvet loincloth. Alea slowly raised her head to see who is coming.
'Hi there.' the raptoress smiled warmly, her beautiful voice almost jingled in the depressing silence filling the hall with a teasing hint of happiness and life.
'Oh Nyna!' Alea cried out. She got up and hugged her. Her tears flowing her from her eyes forming a river across her cheek. 'I'm so sorry... If only I knew... I'd... I'd ...' she couldn't finish the sentence mostly because it drowned in her tears. She didn't know what would she have done if she knew about this back then, but she was sure that she would do something, anything just to keep this from happening. The raptoress hugged her back. It was a warm soothing, friendly hug in which Alea would gladly be embraced for all eternity. She couldn't let her go. 'Never again...' she thoughed.
'There, there.' said Nyna in a lower, calmer tone. 'Why don't we sit down?' she gently led her to the edge of her improvised bed where they both sat down. Alea had her wilt down thus was looking down again. Somehow she couldn't meet the raptoress' beautiful orange eyes. Her tears were still flowing.
'I... I...' she drawled. She couldn't say a word.
'It wasn't your fault.' she reached under her chin and lifted her snout. Alea saw her eyes, and in them love, kindness and care. Just like it was back then. That calmed her, stopped her tears, and put a small, faint smile on her muzzle.
'I love you...' said Nyna softly. Their gazes met and that was more than anything two beings can say to one another.
'I know...' Alea's eyes were starting to form gross teardrops again. They hugged eachother and kissed. This kiss was a mere meeting of lips and tongues, then they parted and tightly hugged. She could feel Nyna's heart pounding. This made her so happy that she immediately began to shed the tears of joy.
'You're here...' she said.
'Yes I am, and so are the others. Thanks to you... As long as someone loves us we exist.' she wiped her tears off her left cheek with her hand. 'But...' she continued, her eyes changed, now they seemed worrying. 'We couldn't...' she didn't have to finish the sentence, Alea already knew what she was about to say.
'I know...'
'We can't leave until we bond.' Alea was both sad and a little bit blessed at this. Sad because her friends' faith was none to envy. But she was exhilirated at the meantime to see her once again, she had so much to say to her...
'How can I help?' she asked after a moment of hesitation. Her smile wasn't that gleeful now. Her heart will crumble to pieces loosing them again, but this was their wish and she was willing to assist.
'You just need to share yourself with me.' she said calmly.
Alea was puzzled, and she didn't know that she could fulfill her needs - what ever they may be. But then she saw the hope in Nyna's eyes and she steeled herself. The raptoress took her right hand in hers and stood up.
'Come with me...' she said smiling as she led her up on the stairs of the Seventh Tower, to it's third room.
Alea had no fear in her heart now, she would follow her to the very depths of Abyss if she needs it.
In the doorway she let go of her hand, walked to the middle of the room, and stood before the bed. She beckoned Alea to enter. Who was observing her beautiful form. Indeed she was a heavenly sight: an ecer smiling lively face, gorgeous body, perfectly shaped, firm breasts, round ass and sexy tail. A perfect body for a pure soul.
She smiled at her as the raptoress untied her loincloth and let it fell to the floor. Alea looked down to her crotch. She had a nice pinkly slit between her thighs, which was now glistening with her juices in the white light that leaked in from outside through the window behind her. Alea stripped her clothes off and wlked to her. They hugged once again, this time feeling about eachother's body. Their breasts touching, along with their belly and thighs. Nyna kissed her.
'Open yourself to me and do as I do.' she ordered. Alea nodded, she was ready to do anything for her. She felt Nyna's tail curling around hers pulling her closer until she felt her slits met. Alea felt a sudden jolt of pleasure quickly building up in her loin. She felt the moist lips of her sex being parted. Alea pulled herself even more closer with her tail and curled a leg around Nyna's leg locking them together. Alea kissed Nyna in a deep passionate kiss, another this time long meeting of lips and tongues curling around eachother.
Alea felt her pussy soaking her's and she felt that just the sheer fact of being with her could bring her to an overwhelming climax. But this was much more... The world around them seemed to blurr and the colors seemed to swirl with new lovely tones of bright color joining in: lustful red, and playful yellow, pleasureful pink dancing around them in a fast but ever so beatiful drift.
She felt again a wamr energy building up in loin which made her wriggle in pleasure bucking her hips to Nyna's. muffled moans came from both of them as they still kissed and caressed eachother's tongue. By now Alea could barely stand, she felt like she's ready to burst, this overwhelming pleasure was too much for her. The world spun around her and turned black...
She finally awoke in the bed which she stood before. She felt warm thought in her mind, thoughts that were not hers. Nyna was with her, and Alea knew what to do.
She went out of the room, and looked up the stairs. There it was, the last room of the Seventh Tower. She walked up the stairs. As she reached the door and for the knob to open it a kind male voice hit her ears.
'It's open, love.' she tossed the door in and saw a male allosaur standing next to a bed. The furnishing of this room wasn't different from the other rooms of this tower, except for one thing: the bedsheet, the pillows, the curtains, and the carpet all were traditionally blood-red.
'Are you ready to join me in love?' asked the Prince solemnly. He was only wearing a loincloth, while she on the other hand was completely naked.
'Yes my love...' she purred and walked into the room. He smiled at her with his charming eyes, and kissed her in a long pleasureful kiss. Then Reil laid himself down on the bed, lying on his back. His loincloth had a bulge between his thighs. She climbed onto the bed at his feet and climbed towards his crotch. She removed his loincloth to see his shaft emerging from his sheath. She leaned down and kissed it several times before escorting it out with her mouth and tongue. When he was at full lenght she took as much in her mouth as she could and suckled hard.
She could hear him moan and when she felt his precum on her tongue she slid it out from her mouth and slithered up to him for another long kiss.
While they kissed she reached down for his shaft and directed it into her vent. She leaned on her arms as she slowly impaled herself on him breaking her hymen - with ease and almost painlessly. She felt exhilirated, long last her chosen love filled her. Her walls wetted the entering appendage instantly, and plentifully. Reil seemingly enjoyed this as much as she did, his shaft throbbed in her widening, moist, hot passage. He was panting hard, but he finally managed to move within her with slow thrusts.
Now she couldn't remain quiet. Each thrust brought her a smaller orgasm again and again as his dick was pulled out to the first third and then pushed back in to the base. Her heart was pounding like it lost the rhythm, she arched her back under the trembling waves of pleasure and was moaning very loud - but she didn't care, nothing else mattered but them.
Reil couldn't reach her mouth anymore so he began to suckle at her nipples which were conveniently close. He licked at them as they bobbed in her movements, teasingly infront of his snout.
She felt that she has soaked his loins too not just her this time. But she wanted more: she began straddling him hard, forcing him to enter deeper - and causing both of them to scream in pleasure. His thrust became more fervent and as she felt him near orgasm, she was not far behind. She struggled to elongate the time left before she reaches the edge, but this was way too much for the both of them. She screamed and tightened hard around his shaft.
He was caught inside, but was happy with it, and her sudden clenching around him made him reach climax and release his seed into her warm wetness. He moaned, as his seed filled her to her womb and then some of it even out of her as she was so well filled.
Meanwhile Alea couldn't breath, or move because the pleasure was so much that it almost felt painful, she was shaking under the intense feeling which was still at it's full strength and enjoyed all this with her eyes shut, her back arched and tongue lolling out of her open maw. Her juices suddenly spurted past his shaft soaking the bed and wetting more of his body. The hot semen of her love was still spraying inside her and that was the last draw for her...
When she woke up she didn't know how much she slept. It was still daytime, and she was naked in the top room of the Seventh Tower.
'Roun!' it suddenly came to her mind. She quickly ran down to the hall to check the time. It was half past three in the afternoon. She calmed down - she still had enough time-, and gathered her clothes. She cleaned up the mess which yesterday she called her bed. After that she grabbed her clothes and went down to the pool room to have a bath.
As she reached the door she peaked in, but to her sadness the water was undisturbed. She sighed and went in, walked into a pool and sat down.
'Farewell, my friends...' then she felt something strange. She could feel a heart beating inside of her, but it wasn't her own. She was startled at the sudden feeling. In her race this was an undoubtful sign of carrying at least one egg. And baring eggs was the greatest gift of her kind. She smiled and stroked her belly gently. In the corner of her eyes she saw some people standing at the opposite side of the pool. She looked up, to see Nyna, Reil, Neara, and Ron standing there. They all smiled at her warmly. Alea's eyes were glittering with tears.
'Thank you...' she said hugging her belly.
'Thank you for freeing us.' Nyna said.
'Will I ever see you again?' she asked sobbing.
'We'll always be here with you...' she pointed at her heart. She nodded. There was an abrupt loud noise coming from the hall. Alea swiftly turned to the direction of the sound.
'It must be Roun...' she said faintly, but wjen she turned back noone was there. She sighed, got out of the water. She quickly wiped herself all over then she dressed up and went back to the hall to meet the elf.
'Ah, so you've made it?' the elf was excited. She just nodded as an answer.
'Ready for the question?' asked Roun eagerly.
'Ready.' the elf took a deep breath and started.
'What is in the Seventh Tower?' - the young dragoness was startled by the question. How could she answer to that? How could she describe what has happened? There's no word she knew for that.
She suddenly got an idea.
'Nothing.' she answered calmly. 'I've checked. The old elf nodded in approval.
'Correct.' she knew her father would answer this to such a question, and that he would require anyone to answer this as well.
'You passed, and now you are Lady of the Thunder Castle...' he paused. 'Well, I have to go back to the village to get the servitors. Are you coming?' he asked.
'Sure.' she said. With the help of Roun she gathered her new attire suitable for the outside cold and winds. They didn't talk too much, Roun didn't know what to ask, and Alea didn't feel like chatting.
When she was ready they walked to the main door. Roun opened it for her and they went out. Then the elf ran to the stable and got her horse. With a little help of his she got up and they rode away from the castle in a slow pace before the darkening horizon.
Back in the castle, the doors of the rooms in the Seventh Tower slammed shut, and a female laughter broke the silence of the forest...