6-20 (Good)

The machine is no match for you.

Not only do you resist it's mind altering effects, you even manage to to weave a spell that destroys it completely.

Surely these illithids will recognize your superior intellect now, is what you think, as they roll in an even larger contraption.

Years later.

A row of five raiders, all male drow with wiry muscles rippling under black leather, kneels before the high throne of Lolth.

The throne is standing in the Hall of Spiders, the central hall of the Webbed Citadel, the highest building of Menzoberranzan.

On the throne sits the High Priestess, wearing a long wrap dress of flowing silk, the pure white forming a stark contrast with her deep, purple skin. The fabric strains against her big, cantaloupe sized breasts, her tight, well rounded rear and the clear outline of a massive futa cock, resting lazily on one of her legs.

The dress is cut deep, open to the sides, and being held together by a golden cord around her waist. It is embroidered with golden threads, which form a spiderweb pattern all across.

The symbol of Lolth, a necklace depicting a black spider with the head of a drow, rests in her dark cleavage.

Her hair is almost as white as her dress, two golden needles hold it together in a bun behind her head, and her eyebrows and thick eyelashes are also a pristine white.

Her red nails are manicured and sharp, and her gaze is even sharper, as she regards the five men before her through ruby red eyes.

"You have served me well. And in doing so, you have served Lolth well. And Lolth rewards loyal servitude.", her voice is curt and strict.

She claps and a group of slaves is being lead in, about twenty of them, all kinds of surface races and genders.

"These twenty shall be yours!"

The audience in the hall starts whispering, a generous gift.

"You may divide them among you as you see fit."

She waves at the guards and the slaves are being led away.

"But not only Lolth rewards servitude, I do as well. My pet! Come forth!"

That's your cue! You have been waiting behind the throne, rehearsing the words over and over, so that you may not forget them.

"Come forth, come forth, come forth..." you still chant to yourself, as you walk out of your hiding place, not having realized yet that you don't need to remember them anymore.

The raiders start hollering and slapping each other on the back as they see you, grabbing their growing bulges and making hip thrusts in your direction.

You know what to do.

You throw your platinum blonde hair, which goes almost past your tanned bubble butt, to the side, slightly tilting your head down while looking at the men past your long, dark eyelashes.

You lean your naked, slender, sun kissed figure forwards, so that your big, firm, breasts are on full display.

You wink at them with your steel blue eyes, pucker your full, hot pink lips and throw them a kiss with one delicate hand, while the other is between your legs, invitingly spreading the pink folds of your already dripping wet pussy.

"Heeey boooys~" you moan in a sultry come hither voice, breaking the pose and giggling to yourself.

You like being the reward, it means you get to suck a bunch of dicks all at once, and even the occasional pussy to lick.

And all these guys and gals and cock gals are always eager to show the High Priestess what they can do with you... what they COULD do with her.

Some don't even look at you, while they are railing you into the ground or scissoring with you or whatever else they use you for.

Some of them have their eyes fixiated on the High Priestess' uncaring face the entire time, fucking and sweating in eager exhaustion, silently daring her to join in.

But she never joins in, she is not a reward.

The raiders are now in various stages of undressing, and you happily jump up and down, grinning from ear to ear, clapping your hands together.

The first of them is barely out of his pants when he pounces on top of you, taking you to the ground on all fours, spitting a fat gob of saliva onto your perfectly tanned asshole, and inserting two fingers for starters.

You look back at him with your best bedroom eyes and begin to massage his fingers with your anus, showing him what sensations he is missing out on by not using his dick, when another raider has reached the two of you.

He kneels down in front, pulls your chin towards his musky crotch, and claims your warm, wet mouth for himself

His dark cock glides past your lips and enters your throat in one go, but that's nothing an expert slut like you can't handle, and you even move your head further towards his six-pack, leaking saliva all around his cock and onto your chin, until his balls slap wetly against the same.

The drow behind you is now absolutely fingerblasting your asshole, when a third glides himself under you. He regards your tits like a hawk it's prey, then glances down at your dripping nethers. Your size wouldn't allow him to fuck you while also getting to play with your breats, and if he opted to just fucking your pussy, he would have to content with the view of his comrades ass and nutsack, swinging back and forth stuffing your face, so for now he decides on just your tits.

He starts by kissing and kneading them, then pushing them together to suck on both of your hard nipples at the same time, when you feel the fingers in you ass being replaced by something bigger. You groan stifled moans around the cock in your mouth, while the first raider is pounding into your asshole, your tits being sqeezed, twisted and sucked at the same time.

You think you hear the fourth raider discussing the logistics of turning you on your back, so two of them could fuck you in each of your holes while one uses your mouth and two others your hands.

And then... something about a rotational system or whatever, you are not so sure and, like, kinda busy at the moment.

You're merrily sucking away at the cock in front of you, when you feel a sharp pain in your back. You have to muster all your willpower to not bite down on the sensitive, precious dick inside your mouth. But when it comes to sex, your willpower is second to none. Like that one time, when it didn't look like you'd manage to take the entire...

"Hold!", you hear the voice of the High Priestess, she sounds calm and used to giving out commands.

"Guards! Seize this raider and his weapon!"

The other raiders disgruntled pull out of you and get up, leaving you feeling empty.

With the front drow's cock now dislodged from your throat, you can turn around and see what all this commotion is about.

A red sliver of blood is trickling down your side, and you can see a small, thin cut on your back.

Two guards are holding the Raider on his knees, his eyes mad with lust, and a third is picking up a nasty looking, jagged dagger.

"This man is still bloodlusted! He never should have been permitted entry to the hall! Remove him and his comrades! They may still have Lolths favor, but mine they have lost!"

You get up, healers swarming you, weaving spells and closing your wound in seconds.

The High Priestess claps again, to signal the reward being over, and to remind her people to resume their duties.

You are left standing there, frown on your face, cunt dripping with juices, ass lubed up and nowhere to go.

The High Priestess notices your distress and calls out to you in a low, almost whispering voice.

"Pet."

You perk up and see her looking at you, hands patting her lap.

Your face lights up and you grab one of the towels provided nearby, still left there after the reward was cancelled, and begin to wipe your asshole.

The fluids of these lowly raiders may not sully the perfect appearance of your beloved queen.

To not have your hair get into the High Priestess face, you tie it into two long pigtails, slightly upwards to each side of your head.

Once you are done, you give yourself a last glance over and nod satisfied.

A big grin is spreading across your face at the prospect of what is about to come, and you skip over to the throne, pigtails whipping behind.

You clamber up the throne and onto the lap of the High Priestess, who neither breaks eye contact nor conversation with the guardsman, informing her about the state of affairs.

You start petting the thick, veiny snake, hidden under your queens dress, until it starts rising and poking through the folds.

For a moment you are just staring at it, even though you have seen it many times, it always leaves you in awe. The thickest, biggest drow cock you have ever seen, futa or man. It's standing at full attention now, bulging and pulsing, making you salivate at the thought of just gobbling down on it.

But you have better plans.

You stand up and balance on the High Priestess' legs, delicately aiming your pink bimbo pussy at your beloved queen's dark futa cock. She now looks down you, almost with amusement, her head slightly tilted and resting on the back of her hand for support, waiting for you to take your place, so that she may go on with her daily dealings.

You slip the tip inside, slowly parting your folds, still slick with girl juices from your previous fuck.

"Girl juices that were almost wasted!" you lament, as more and more meat enters your tight cunny, a familiar warmth spreading inside you.

Gods you love this cock.

After you slip in a few more inches, making sure you have the attention of some petitioner or guard or another, you ready yourself for your favorite trick: You swing out your legs and arms up front, fingertips touching your toes, and slide almost in slow motion down onto the thick, veiny drow cock, your tight cunny being stretched to it's limits in the process.

"Weeee!" you exclaim gleefully, ending in a low "Uhnf..", once you have reached your Queens lap, landing on pair of big, deep purple balls, which are pushed up by her thick, perfect thighs.

Because of the size of her round, smooth balls, and the general size difference between you and her, it looks like you are sitting your naked rear down onto two pillows, one for each cheek.

For a moment you rest the back of your head against the white fabric concealing her massive breasts, catching your breath until you are ready for your audience.

"Tadaaaah!", you cheer while stretching out your legs and raising your hands in a flourish, taking a little bow, excited at once again having pulled off this tricky bit of acrobatics successfully.

The rest of the hall smirks at you, clapping and whistling at your amazing feat of unashamed sluttery.

You look up behind you, the cold, ruby eyes of the High Priestess now gazing into your blue steel.

She grabs your chin in her slender hands, careful not to scratch your bronze skin with her nails, as she bends down to gives you a deep kiss.

Her tongue invades your mouth and entirely dominates your own. Your eyes haze over and your eyelids start to close.

When she raises her head again, a thin strain of saliva is hanging from her lips and into your open mouth, your tongue still sticking out, hoping for more.

But her face hardens almost immediately, as she demands the next petitioner to be brought before her.

You quickly regain your bearings and start shifting in your "seat", left and right, again and again. Your plush buttocks are massaging the High Priestess' full, sloshing balls, and you know that this treatment is only adding to the reward you will receive later on.

The lips of your steaming hot cunt begin to slip up and down the base of your queen's futa cock, alternating between the left and right side.

The majority of her shaft is being massaged by your tight, inner walls, while it's head is being rubbed by the entrance to your cervix.

The pleasure must be immense, but the High Priestess does not make any noise that is out of place, her face a serious, cold mask.

After a while of shifting and shuffling, you come to the conclusion that the view of pleading traders, crying traitors and offered treasures gets old really quick, and you decide to head for greener pastures.

"Or purpler pastures", you giggle into your hands, pulling up your knees and placing your small delicate feet on the thick, toned legs of your futa queen.

You strain a bit and manage to raise yourself up from her balls, half of her cock sliding out of your stretched pussy.

"And for my next trick...", you whisper intently to yourself, tongue sticking out to the side, your eyebrows scrunched up in concentration.

You spin yourself, using her legs as footstools, managing half a turn. With an audible squelch of juices, the dearly missed half of thick futa cock re-enters the embrace of your tight pussy.

"Welcome home", your voice is now muffled by your face pressing into white, silken fabric and a huge pair of purple tits behind it.

You inhale the scent of vanilla from the infused oils, that her chamber maids always use to massage her with.

Towering above you are the contures of dark, hardened nipples, visible against the silk. You strain yourself to take one of them into your mouth, dress and all. But you quickly decide that these would probably taste better without the dress.

The side boobs of the High Priestess are on constant display, since her dress is cut in a way, that leaves the flanks of her figure wide open.

You can just pull both sides of the fabric towards the middle, pinching them between your queens cleavage. Now you have full access to the High Priestess' breasts, and you start noisily sucking and groping at them, twirling the dark, sensual nipples with your fingers and tongue alike.

The hall's walls are echoing with a concerto of you smacking your lips on the High Priestess teats, your moaning and giggling, and a huge futa cock, slopping in and out of your bimbo cunny, while you bounce on your queens lap.

You often look up to the High Priestess face, always trying to get a reaction out of her, but as usual her face remains stoic and her voice firm.

Only towards the end of your efforts, as you're almost reaching your limits, the procedure is interrupted for a short moment.

You always love this part.

The first sign comes from her balls, which are usually bouncy enough to help with your momentum, but are now tightening under your butt.

Her cock seems to grow a bit as well, now poking it's tip into your womb, which in turn makes your moans echo even louder through the hall, out it's gates and into the city.

Like usual this is a signal for nearby citizens that the show is about to start, and they come running, filling up the court.

The eyes of your queen glaze over, she clears her throat and interrupts the petitioner, who was making his case, with her usual, level headed voice: "You will excuse me for a minute."

She stands up, her cock taking your entire body with it, her nipple slipping out of your mouth with an audible plop.

She grabs hold of your wide, tanned hips, and pulls you off of her cock, holding you almost up to her face while staring down into your eyes.

Her hard, pulsing futa rod is glistening with your bimbo juices, the entire hall is silently admiring it's magnificence, as she rams it back in at full ****.

You scream in pleasure, tears of joy streaming down your face.

The High Priestess, paragon of calm demeanor and cold authority, most noble of the drow, is now fucking you like a savage.

She has assumed a very unladylike, wide legged stance, to better bring down her full **** onto your poor, battered pussy.

Her still exposed breasts bounce up and down for the world to see.

A maniacal look has appeared on her face, her bun has become loose, and sweaty strands of hair are smeared across her forehead, hanging in part over her eyes, which are burning with a bright, passionate red.

And she is laughing, by the gods she is laughing.

"YEESSSS!! My meathole!! My dumb bimbo slut!! My fucktoy, that I am to give away as I please!! This is what you wanted all day isn't it?! Me fucking you!! Me using you like the cumdump that you are!!!"

The only response you can muster is a pitiful sounding "ye-ye-ye-ye~", which corresponds to the rythm of your queen pounding into you, always pulling out almost her entire length and then shoving it all right back in at amazing speeds.

Her full balls are sloshing and slapping against your ass, as if she was spanking you for being such a naughty bimbo slut.

Your platinum blonde pigtails are flailing about, and your hands scramble for purchase on her strong arms.

Your stupidly huge breasts bounce so far up, they are completely obscuring your view at every thrust, while your legs are hanging limply down.

You've lost any feeling in them by now.

The whole spectacle lasts exactly a minute, then you can feel it coming.

You can almost hear your queens balls rumbling as she suddenly becomes silent, hilting herself inside you one last time, a tiny, almost not audible moan escaping her lips.

Massive amounts of cum shoot into your waiting womb, filling you up immediately, making their way back out the sides around your well stuffed pussy, splattering down your legs and onto the ground, as well as the your queens already white dress.

You try to scream, but your voice has left you.

Your hands grab at your pigtails and pull them down in desperation, as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

Your eyes roll up, almost disappearing past your fluttering eyelashes, and you lose consciousness.

You awake startled, with jolts of pleasure flashing through your body, but a familiar sent of vanilla and the warmth and softness, that can only belong to your queen, is quickly calming you down.

You are sitting on one of her thighs, while she herself is still sitting on her throne, her heavy, big futa cock is slung over your cum covered legs.

The hall is empty and almost entirely dark, the High Priestess is holding you in her arm, rocking you back and forth, pressing your cheek against her chest, while playing with your cute little bimbo clit.

"We're still... ahn! Still here? In the throAHN! Throne room?" you yawn and moan at the same time, stretching yourself, nestling against your queen's heaving tits.

"Yes, pet. The display of your limp body, still mounted on my sacred cock, provided a certain... warning... to some specific people. Though I am sure, once they're being speared by a rod as devoted to Lolth as mine, they would enjoy it almost as much as you do."

"So why wouldn't they just ask for it?"

"It's not the experience, it's their reputation they fear for, something you do not have to worry about my love."

Love. She only uses this word when you are alone with her, when she is soft and tender with you.

She told you you'd have to keep it a secret between the two of you.

You're good at keeping secrets, because you usually forget about them within the hour. Secrets aren't cocks after all... but this one you have locked away in your heart. The secret... not the cock. Well maybe both.

"Am I a good slut my queen?" you murmur, twitching from her flicking at your pleasure switch.

"Yes my love, you are the best slut."

Almost...

"And am I a smart slut my queen?", you pant, tongue lolling out again, eyes half open.

To that she doesn't answer, she leans down to you as you look up, locking her lips with yours. She's now relentlessly circling your pink, little bimbo button.

You moan into her kiss, her tongue caressing yours, as everything goes blank.

You cum while being embraced by your queen, and you forget about your question...

It probably wasn't important anyway.

-Wizard's Good Ending-