Re: Faylin (Farren)
As Faylin drew on her magic, she felt the coldness of it well within her core, starting within the pit of her stomach and then spreading outward to her extremities. More and more she drew on it, and the shadows began to coalesce about her. Her eyes took on the image of shadow sight, and she saw at once her surroundings both as they were and as their negative, with contours and color becoming visible in the dark and invisible in the light. Eventually her normal vision faded and she saw only in this negative imagery.
Tendrils of shadow began to creep across her skin, which had darkened in its pigmentation as well. A heady feeling entered her consciousness, a soporific musk, and she felt the magic within her awaken and move of its own accord. An unsettling awareness of a possessing being dwelling underneath her skin took hold of her, but the revelation was dulled by her current state of arousal.
Something hot touched the coolness suffusing her, melting it away. Pleasure returned to her, and she saw - then felt - the large phallus of the drake push up against her already well-used folds, the head of the mighty thing already the size of her whole entrance, and its length from base to tip the size of a great sword. Dully, through the haze of her wanton lust, Fay realized that were the dragon to thrust to its full extent she would surely die.
"Good, young sorceress... very good..." The summoner whispered in her ear. His voice calmed her, made her forget the dragon's massive size for a moment.
Then the pressure built, and the throbbing spire parted her, beginning its gargantuan journey inside of her. The heat of it melted away at the coolness of her deep magic, and the feeling was a mixture of pain and utter bliss. Surely it must tear her apart at any moment! Yet it felt so unimaginably good.
She stole a glance up at the dragon, and in the dark vision she saw its eyes as pools of dark crimson wells against the glimmering shadows of its scales. The dragon was staring at her as it worked its way inside of her, and it seemed to grin wickedly as it did so.
She reached a point where she felt her womb stretch to its maximum, and knew that not yet half of the dragon was inside her, yet still its great weight pushed against her, and the beast let out a roar and pushed forward. At once the coolness within her seemed to fluctuate, and a sensation she couldn't quite describe occurred within her belly. The stretching sensation continued, but the pain went away, leaving her only the enjoyment. She saw the shape of the creature bulge from within her, moving along her belly and pushing up her chest cavity towards her breasts. Her whole body reaches a point of climax as the rediculous penetration continued. Then, having put nearly three quarters of itself inside her, the dragon retracted part way, and she felt the pleasure on the way out just as much as it had come to her upon entering.
With a softer roar, the dragon put its hips forward again, and once again, Fay's belly bulged, her insides seeming to shift aside somehow without harming her. The thrusts became faster now, and Fay's whole body rocked with the force of each mind-shattering motion. Behind her, still cupping and kneading her breasts, the summoner laughed triumphantly.
Vaguely, as the fucking continued, Faylin was aware that only her deep magic was making this possible. If she somehow lost touch with it, she would certainly die. She seemed to know this as pure fact.
The dragon seemed to be enjoying the feeling greatly, and its hot tongue hung out between the front of its massive fangs, dripping hot saliva down upon her as its cock seemed to use her whole body as a sleeve. She felt the lips of her pussy become raw with the force, yet she didn't want it to stop. Again and again, the dragon heaved, and she was held in awe of what was happening - mating with a fully grown dragon. There was something deliciously unholy about it, and the dark thoughts entered her gleeful mind as she bucked against the great lizard's force.
With a load roar, she felt the onrush of cum begin to surge. The thick cord of muscle penetrating her swelled to an even greater size.
Fay's eyes went wide and her pupils - white within black as she looked at the world through her shadow vision - became pin pricks within her inky orb, like a single star in the void of space. She struggled to make a sound, but could not.
The cum was so hot, she felt she would melt, but the coolness within her fought against it. She felt it coat her insides, oozing down inside her. She felt it somehow enter her throat - how was that possible? Her body didn't work like that! - yet even so she coughed, and dragon's cum dribbled out of her mouth, then spurted up like a fountain as she coughed a second time.
The dragon withdrew himself, and Fay's belly, swollen with cum, began to instantly deflate. Gouts and gouts of hot cum poured from between her legs, so much that she did not know if it would ever end. The coolness within her stayed for a long while, until her belly finally returned to normal size. Only then did the coolness subside, and she felt her body's core return to its original state of being. She had been thoroughly used, and she heaved in large gulps of air as she lay on the floor. Mercifully then, her world began to fade away, the last memory being that of the summoner's hand brushing a stray lock of her hair away from her sweaty brow.
***
Time seemed to fly by, and she woke up from what felt like a long, deep slumber. She was nude, but her body was covered in jewelry - bracelets, anklets, rings, necklaces, and a head dress all adorned her. With a shock, she saw her nipples had been pierced and a delicate golden chain hung from two studs, connecting both teats. Her belly button, nose, tongue, and clit were likewise pierced and adorned with studs, and long ear rings looped down the side of her head. A thick golden collar with a heavy chain leash was clasped about her neck, and she lay on fine velvet cushions, burgandy in color with gold linework. Her leash was locked to the throne where the summoner sat above her.
"Rejoice, my concubine, for you have become my newest treasure - one I shall hold especially dear," he said, and his hand came down to stroke her hair. "While you were recovering, I took the liberty of adorning you to mine own satisfaction, and most importantly, I have sealed off your access to magic. It is a powerful abjuration - and has cost me many priceless spell components to perform it, but you are too good a treasure to pass up..."
Time passed in a blur then. Faylin was allowed to cast magic only at the summoner's whim. She became his favored concubine, and indeed his only permanent one, for any other women who were brought before him were unable to withstand the dragon as she had. For months, Faylin lay at the summoner's feet, until at last he began to allow her to practice magic regularly, and always under his watchful tutelage.
A year passed. She was still not allowed to wear clothes, but she was trusted to walk the halls of the summoner's fortress. The summoner taught her great and forbidden magics, and the deep magic within her grew as well. The lesser servants of the summoner - orcs and goblins and the like - had at first riduculed her as a mere slave girl. But with time, they learned to fear her, for she was a fast becoming a powerful sorceress, and was their master's favorite minion next to his dragon.
The dragon as well favored Faylin, and she spent many nights as its sexual mate, forging a bond of submission to the great red beast.
Another year passed, Faylin still wore her collar, but now she was garbed in sultry red and black silks, held a staff of magical power, and stood beside her master as he surveyed his armies from the fortress ramparts. His evil horde marched against the lands of humans and other fair folk, the dragon soaring above, belching its fire and filling the land with fear.
Months later, Faylin lounged in the master's bedchamber, longing for the summoner's touch as she always did, when he appeared before her bearing a large dark egg.
"A gift, for your devotion," he said, smiling benevolently down at his concubine. "The realm whispers in fear of the dark sorceress who serves the dragon overlord - it is only fitting that you should have a dragon of your own to summon in battle against the weaklings who stand against me."
***
The world fades away, and Faylin is brought back to the start up menu of the game world:
New Game
Load Game
Quick Fight
Settings
Exit Game