Re: Vengeance or Reconciliation? (Termite)
A subtle sway of her hips. A widening of her eyes. An inviting bite upon her lower lip that was just barely visible past her shoulder. Phyrra watched the half-dragon's shirt be pulled off and thrown aside, so much useless cloth only likely to get in the way of what was to come. There was still the effort of control in the elven druid, visible in her widening sky-blue orbs as they watched Alexandra's steady approach, but the magic thrumming through that clearing gave Alex perceptions beyond even those she would have had after two years of living with Aescila and Kimizyrex. As she watched the powerful dragon move toward her, untamed desire shone in those shining orbs, their irises spread such that they nearly blocked out the vibrant blue with their deep inky blackness.
Animalistic need surged through both women, naked in Alex's eyes and poorly hidden behind a false barrier of control in Phyrra's, the true nature of her gaze evident in the hunger with which it watched her slide her trousers down, the brief effort to hide the massive length springing out from Alex's mound producing an excited tenseness that the dragoness would be able to feel through the energies rushing through their surroundings, a connection that was impossible for Alex to accurately define but present nonetheless. That excitement only rose when Alex straightened and resumed her approach, a soft shudder of eager tension running across Phyrra's form as her eyes drifted across the hardened rod sticking out of her soon-to-be partner.
No words were spoken as Alex ended her stalk with the very softest pounce, Phyrra letting out a soft gasp and shifting to fit perfectly against Alex's body as she slid up behind her. The feel of that softness against her hardened rod as it slid against the druid's perfectly formed ass was an intoxicating sensation that would stoke the flames of desire, hers and Phyrra's both, and the elf would be a perfectly submissive partner as Alex came to claim her. Her head was already turned, and a shift of her shoulder would allow Alex to lean forward and claim the elf's lips with her own, but not before she offered a short, whispered reply to the half-dragon's admission that she had very nearly lost control; "
You will soon."
And then, Phyrra melted against Alex as the dragoness cupped her chin and brought her mouth into a prime position for kissing, her supple and delicate frame pressing against the half-dragon's far stronger but still pleasantly soft one. Her lips were soft, and her tongue rolled out invitingly at the dragon's intrusion, agile and swift but no match for Alex's practiced and supernaturally long lingual muscle. Her back arched, and the elf let out a gasp as her breast was pushed into Alex's groping hand, its hardened pink tip poking against her palm as she palmed that soft lump of flesh. Phyrra wasn't the most well endowed of her partners, her breasts smaller even than Angelle's, but they were still an undeniably pleasurable handful for her to play with while her partner writhed against her. It was difficult to tell, both before when she'd been so reserved and now when so much energy was clogging there, just how powerful Phyrra was in comparison to herself, but in that moment Alex was the one in control. She was stronger, her grip so powerful that if she wished to she could break the supple frame before her.... Or could do so many things more, all of which her body and Phyrra's were both crying out for.
It would have been easy, then, for her to bring the elf to the ground beneath her and sate the arousal that was burning so fiercely within her. Bend her over, or flip her onto her back and rut her face to face, the powerful dragoness could have done however she wished.... And not only could Phyrra not have done a thing to stop her, but that with her well-honed skills Alex could have ensured that she loved every single second of it too. The facade of control of the woman before her was broken in full, the delicate elven druid hers to do with as she wished, and now Alex was the one making the decisions.... Or so it seemed. For a long moment Phyrra hung in her grasp, mewling softly as her tempting writhing chipped away at Alex's control and the magic pulsed with greater and greater intensity... Until, suddenly, the flow around them parted like a river around a stone, and Alex's will was just a little bit less subsumed by the magics flowing around them. This occurred a moment before Phyrra broke their kiss, which came without any further warning than that, and Alex would hear the elf whisper; "
Not yet.... Lie down... In the center of the circle."
Phyrra's eyes opened again, revealing that her pupils had shrunk just enough to reveal the clear blue, and if Alex got herself under control the elf would slowly peel herself away. The dragoness would know by instinct where to lay, and when she did so she would know in the same manner that she needed to spread her limbs, her arms and legs both spread apart while her trail was fully extended downwards. Finding a comfortable spot was also surprisingly easy, and despite the chill there was no discomfort to be had there. Once her limbs were properly splayed out, Alex found herself simply unable to move. No invisible force held her, no vines or chains appeared to hold her to the ground, but she couldn't have been more helpless then if she'd tried. Her limbs, though still feeling and functioning, simply would not move at her command, and in that state Phyrra could have pulled a dagger from her discarded robes and plunged into Alex's heart, and there would have been nothing that the mighty warrior could have done about it.
Thankfully, she did not do that, and as Alex lay helpless the nude elf dropped to her knees beside Alex and raised her hands to the sky in a cup-like shape. She began to chant, her words coming forth slowly but melodically as she raised hands and face up to the heavens. The wild energies that swirled around them shivered and suddenly redoubled in intensity, but the currents began to shift to form patterns that were discernible but unintelligible to Alex. On and on she chanted, but after a time the dragoness would be able to recognize the chant as a focus rather than the direct cause of the shift that the monumental magics were taking, a way for Phyrra to concentrate on the working that was manipulating such an impossibly vast amount of energy at once. It was a process requiring unbelievable focus and precision, as wielding so much power at once was a great deal more like guiding it than it was like manipulating it in the manner of more traditional magic, and to err in any single detail could result in catastrophe. It was like leading a blind and easily enraged bull with a carrot and kind words... When one was a small child. With exceptionally brittle bones and an inability to run away. While in a very narrow hallway.
But, amazingly, Phyrra managed the spellwork despite the animalistic needs that were becoming increasingly pronounced, and after a few minutes of being able to do nothing but watch the elven druidess at work the rising tides would suddenly pause. A moment of stillness, impossible in the heart of the eldritch maelstrom, and Phyrra's voice would rise up in words that Alex could actually understand; "
Beech and elm. Elm and maple. Maple and oak. Oak and yew. Yew and beech. Survivors. Ancient and tall, hear me! Resist the poisons of man and time, stand tall and strong forevermore! Beneath your bows the world will grow! Grant your lesser kin your strength, that all may live and grow as they did in ages past! As they should now! As they would now! As they will now!"
Every sentence caused the ancient power swirling around them to stir, like some great beast hovering over them, slowly awakening and shifting its attention down to the two tiny specks that they were. Alex was no weakling, and walked regularly in circles of powerful beings, but... In a way, feeling that power at work, moving not only around her but through her, was like being near Mab or Acrasia again in terms of scale, though it would turn out to be closer to the latter on the scale set between the two beings if she wished to get technical. Regardless, when Phyrra uttered her final sentence, repeated with different intent three times, each one suddenly caused a rush of power to burst around them, tiny lights flashing and sounds with no discernible source appearing as a backlash. Just after the last elf spoke her final word, Alex would feel that power tense suddenly and grab her very essence in a grip stronger than any she had ever felt, the dragon's fire seized and held by an intangible but irresistible force as the ritual approached its apex.
The elf climbed on top of her, sliding one leg over to straddle the bound dragoness and leaving that perfectly sculpted ass rubbing against the top of her stone-hard shaft teasingly as she spoke the last few coherent words that Alex would hear or comprehend for the next immeasurable stretch of time; "
We offer this up, this gesture of appeasement! Our bodies to act as vessels for your power! Our essences offered up to you as we join in flesh, a union that shall be fruitful with your blessing, and grant the fertility channeled through me and from me out into the land!" As she issued her final chant, Phyrra's hips had slowly risen, her back arching while her rounded bottom slid up along Alex's excited shaft, until just as she said the word "fruitful" the dragoness would feel those cheeks part and her highly sensitive tip press against something soft and moist. A pause followed the druid's final words, and after them came another monotonous chant that last for about four or five seconds.
Another brief pause, and a second moment of serenity followed in the heart of the ever-growing storm of natural forces that the elf above her had called up, and then Alex would feel a thrum of emotion run through her, the bleed over of whatever power Phyrra had called upon was feeling, if such could call it that. The dragon's brain certainly interpreted the signals as feelings, at least, as she felt first acceptance of the elf's offerings, and then a demand to see those promises made good that her mind turned into an overpowering lust unlike any that Alex had ever felt. It was more powerful than anything that Aescila had ever been able to inspire even when she pulled out all the stops. It was stronger than the desire to breed had been the night before when she had conceived Dingroria's child. It was stronger even than her desires to see to Angelle's safety. The desire was not her own, but in those brief moments when that incredible power was woven so thoroughly through the fabric of her very being, it might as well have been.
It was a desire that seemingly nothing could hope to possibly quench, no orgasm no matter how powerful able to grant relief from it, nor any string of them that could hope to give some solace to that insatiable burning need. It was beyond pleasure or pain or even sensation to even touch, and Alex was infected with it so thoroughly that it was impossible to think of anything else. Thankfully, Phyrra was similarly afflicted above her, and the elf... She knew how to deal with this effect.
When the portion of the ritual involving speech and thought ended and the portion involving the fulfillment of basic animalistic need began, the elf's face had screwed up into a look of supreme need to match her own, but for just a few seconds her pussy continued to hover teasingly over the now impossibly hard shaft of the dragon waiting beneath her, tantalizingly close but still much too far away for Alex's liking. That ended suddenly and violently when the elf's hips simply slid down, the motion perfectly smooth and graceful in form despite that it involved almost a foot of rock-hard dragon cock vanishing into about as much velvety elven pussy. Phyrra was soaking wet, to the point that Alex's mound would sport a small dampness of its own during her brief pause upon feeling the half-dragon's tip kissing her cervix, and when she rose up again a few seconds later Alex's magically granted manhood would sport a coating of glistening juices. The feel of that descent was like nothing that Alex had ever felt before, Phyrra's folds wrapped around her shaft like they were made for each other, squeezing tighter and tighter with every new inch of cock that vanished into the elf's body as those pulsating inner walls maintained a flawless mix between comforting softness and pleasurable tightness.
The pause at the bottom was brief, and after she rose up again until only the tip rested within those honey-soaked folds there was only a heartbeat before Phyrra brought herself back down again, impaling herself upon the dragon's turgid rod like a sheath upon a sword. After that first rise, Phyrra couldn't go fast enough, and if Alex wanted to raise any complaint about the sudden furious pace at which the elf started bucking up and down upon her she would need to fight past the nearly overwhelming pleasure that was wracking her in mind, body, and soul. She would feel portions of her core being siphoned off, her dragon's fire drawn out a tiny ember at a time to feed the magics, but she would know both instinctually and from experience that the power she gave was nothing that wouldn't come back in time just like it did when she fed it to Aes or Kimi. Unlike the feeding of a succubus, the portions of her energy being siphoned away was not an exceptionally pleasurable sensation, but neither was it something that would immediately count to cause her distress. No... What would cause the most discomfort from the dragon's subconscious would be the fact that her limbs were still helpless to the task of adding to the pleasures of her and Phyrra's coupling, the sensations far more satisfying in the face of that world-shattering arousal than they had any right to be.
That is, until they weren't locked up anymore, the invisible presence that had paralyzed her limbs gone as quickly and mysteriously as it had come. Whatever she might like to do now, Alex was free to try, and very few things would be off limits to Phyrra. Beyond stopping the ritual or causing harm to the druidess presently pounding herself relentlessly into Alex's lap, nothing would be barred from her in the pursuit of sating herself and seeing the terms of the eldritch ritual completed. What she actually wanted to do with her new-found freedom, however, was something that Alex would have to decide for herself.
