An alliance, human-style

"What, mom?" The beauty from the day before strides in, the golden ribbon in her hair a stark contrast to her mother's uniform mane. "Oh my god, eww, gross, really mom?" She looks away from the moving skirt, then her eyes rest on you. "Who's this? One of your vassals that's come running at your beck and call?"

"Ikaria, this is Azazel, my guest. Azazel, this is Ikaria, my daughter." You hold out a hand in greeting, and the dragoness looks at it as if she might catch something by touching it.

"Right, okay, hi dude. Nice to meet you and all that. I'm out, see you later, have a good chat with my weirdo mom."

"Ikaria!" The older dragon shoots her a stern glare.

"What, mom?"

"Greet him properly, please. He has travelled a long way."

The younger dragon lets out a heavily exaggerated sigh and walks over, shaking your offered hand. "Hello Azazel. It's a pleasure to meet you, apparently." Greeting achieved, she turns back to her mother, averting her eyes slightly. "There, happy? I've got places to be, like anywhere else."

"You know very well that I was hoping you would spend the rest of the day getting to know Azazel, and I know you do not have anything else going on."

"Just because I'm not busy being an exhibitionist doesn't mean I want to play tour guide, mom. Get one of the kobolds to do it."

"We already spoke of this, daughter, did we not?" A look of shock covers the younger dragon's face.

"Wait, you want to whore me out to some boss who's barely level thirty? What the fuck? I agreed to meet your stupid suitor on the off-chance that he was actually somebody worth something, mom, but first you embarrass me and now this!?"

"Excuse me, could someone tell me what's going on?" You try to butt in, but both women shoot you terrifying glares before turning back to one another.

"Enough, daughter! You agreed that you would spend some time with a suitor I picked for you."

"It's not like I had much of a choice, mom! It was that or get tossed out and lose all my stuff!"

"You could have gone and made something of yourself, like Azazel here has."

"Why should I? It's not like you have any lack of gold in here! Besides, I assumed you would at least pick someone who wasn't an insult to our line!"

"Enough. Wait outside until I am done talking to our guest, young lady, and then you will spend some time getting to know him... should this little outburst of yours not have already ruined things." The younger woman spins and storms off, transparent red silks fluttering behind her as she goes.

"I am sorry you had to see that. Youth are so undisciplined these days." The wyrm looks more angry than she does sorry, mixed with a slight flush from your maid's ministrations.

"Right, so, erm, now that she's gone... care to fill me in what all that was about? Something about me being a 'suitor,' apparently?"

"Well, my daughter is well past the point when she should have left the nest, but she has little interest or drive, so I have taken matters into my own hands. I wish to see a granddaughter this century, and at the rate things are going that will never happen. You seem like a powerful young daemon, and at this rate will soon be a high enough level to produce a dragon heir."

"Besides, it would serve as a confirmation of my commitment to the alliance I have proposed: I believe the humans have some custom or other about 'marriage' among their nobility. Simply put, I would expect you to make her a consort of your dungeon within a few months, and for you to help her grow into the sort of woman who would not be a disastrous one. So daemon, what do you say?"

"Look, erm, I don't really get the impression that this is going to work, regardless of how much you may want it to. I'm pretty sure she could turn me into a smoking crater whenever she wanted, and she doesn't strike me as interested."

"But are you interested, daemon?" You open your mouth to object, but she gives you a warning glare. Right, no lies.

"Okay, fine, I have to admit that I wouldn't mind getting to know her better," your time in the great wyrm's presence has given you the confidence to accompany this with a confident smirk. "It doesn't seem like she would, though, and isn't she, well, your daughter?"

"Believe it or not, regardless of that little display earlier I do actually care for her." The dragoness sighs in a mixture of frustration at the situation and pleasure at the woman tending to her. "Tell me, is this the first time the two of you have met?" You give her a confused look. "My servants tell me that Kay is infatuated with a certain human adventurer who is visiting me."

"Okay, sure, we 'spoke' a bit last night. And, well, other things."

"You mean she woke up everyone within half a kilometre due to you. I think the two of you will get along just fine as long as you work those charms of yours on her. Now, that is more than enough talk. When I find some information on the Radiant Soul's location I will send it your way. In the mean time, you will look for an appropriate candidate to sponsor to stop the mess that is heading our way. My daughter will join your dungeon as a champion, and you will make something of her. Agreed?"

Her tone leaves no room for disagreement, although in any case her offer is too good to reject. "Agreed." You step forward and shake her hand.

"Excellent, I am glad you are reasonable. Now, as I have said, I wish to be alone for now. Go speak to Kay." A lump begins moving under her dress. "Not you, my dear. I could use a bit more stress relief, and your master will be busy for a while any—mmm, very nice." She gives you a commanding glance and you bow and walk out of the cavern, finding a furious dragoness awaiting you.

"Look, imp—that's right, I'm told you were just a little imp—I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not some bargaining chip for mom to throw at whichever toy strikes her fancy. Why don't we just go our separate ways and then pretend we hung out, yeah?" The dragoness' hips sway as she begins to walk away, giving you a little wave over her shoulder.

"Believe it or not I'm also not thrilled to be around you, but I don't really want to end up on your mother's bad side. Is there a lounge or something where we could sit and talk?" Hopefully the apologetic shrug you give her looks at least somewhat sincere.

"Right, 'talk,' is that daemon for sit around and leer at me like you were looking at mom earlier? Watching her get pleasured by that slut while you contemplate your sad existence, being born the only daemon without a dick?" She runs a long finger up your smooth, bare pelvis as she talks, then begins to walk down the long hallway leading away from Prometheia's lair. "Wishing that you were an actual man and not just doomed to derive some sick pleasure out of watching others use your minions to get off?"

"Ouch, you don't mince words, do you?" Each footstep echoes off the walls of the large tunnel, the faint light of the torches by the carved hallway getting slightly closer with each pace.

"Hey, girl's got to keep busy somehow in here, might as well be good at something. So what, she some fellow sicko who gets off on knowing that you're watching her and can't have her?"

"Something like that," you smirk and she perks up.

"Oh? You look like an imp with a secret. Mind sharing?" She leans up against you, breasts pressing into your arm as she runs her hand up and down your chest. The girl may not be very experienced in bed, but she's got some practice being a tease.

"I thought you had things to do?" It takes quite a bit of willpower to resist springing her obvious trap, but you resist and instead simply clasp your hands behind your back as you walk, allowing her to have her fun.

"Oh, don't give me that, mister. You're the one who wanted me to play hostess." Technically her mom was, but correcting her doesn't feel like the right move here so you stay silent. "Now spill the beans, what's with the slut?"

"Well, believe it or not, she was actually my enemy. It all started when she showed up on my doorstep a few months back, a level 35 sorceress back when I was only level 9. She somehow found out I had the ability to change adventurer's classes to things they couldn't access," the spoiled princess' expression suddenly shifts from playful to attentive at that, "and she decided to **** me to sign a very favourable contract with her."

"How'd she do that? By going down on some dude until you were too frustrated?" Her face shifts back to a smirk as she pokes you where your member ought to be.

"By dropping a giant boulder on my head, actually." She lets out a snort. "After I respawned with another boulder over my head I gave her what she wanted and turned her into a necromancer. I didn't have much of a choice, being level nine and all."

"Is this some kind of boner joke? Because it sounds like a boner joke."

The comment elicits a snort of your own. "I wish it was. No, it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like: I spent nearly all my mana giving her the ability to summon skeletons and such. She spent the next month or so basically acting like she owned the dungeon, demanding the best stuff, even **** Mary, Sera and I to go serve her a few times."

"Mary and Sera? Who are they? Two other adventurers?"

"Two of my concubines. Angels. Well, fallen angels now." You give a smirk at that. "Enileve wasn't too happy about them removing the stick she shoved up their asses." That elicits a snort.

"Isn't she the one who's all about being 'pure' and all that? 'Ooh, look at me, I'm so holy because I can't get laid'? I can't imagine why anyone would want to worship her."

"Nor can I. Nor can Mary and Sera now, for that matter."

"Anyways, how can you have concubines if you can't even get it up?" She cups the bottom of your pelvis for emphasis. "Or is that just what you call women you wish you could bang? I can't imagine why mom wants to send me off to some dude who can't even perform, right after she was going on about me having a daughter. Not that I'm offering or anything, but really, that must suck, dude." She guides you into a lounge as she talks, then sits down next to you on an incredibly soft sofa. "So anyways, how did you take her down?"

"Well, it took a lot of patience. Eventually after enough levels I raided an old dungeon and found a necklace that could block spell casting. Ari—she's my girlfriend, sort of—slipped it over her neck and we locked her up."

"Girlfriend? You sure this isn't just your twisted fantasy?" The princess smirks and gives you a skeptical look. "So anyways, in this totally true story, how did she go from being a prisoner in your dungeon to going down on whoever you told her to?"

"Well, I told her that she might be able to earn the right to cast spells again if she served me. She was a bit rebellious at first, but over time she came to appreciate it, and eventually she even begged me to change her class to maid from her original caster class."

"Right, and I'm the fairy princess. So what's next, she woke you up with a blowjob every morning?" Another prod against your pelvis.

"As a matter of fact, she did and she does. She goes down on all my concubines as well, and from what I've seen she's just as good at that. Would you like to try her out?"

"Oh, wouldn't you love to watch that. You know, I've got to give you credit, I haven't met anyone who lies half as confidently as you do, nor anyone who tells stories half as entertaining. I'm pretty sure the last dude mom had over had an accounting fetish, the way he was talking about his dungeon statistics."

"And what makes you so confident that everything I'm saying is a lie?"

"Well, first off," she gives you a prod, "there's a rather big hole in your story, and it isn't hard to see. Or rather it's impossible to see, and that's the problem." Her other hand runs across your chest. "Second off, you've got a gorgeous woman running her hands all over you and you don't even have the balls to touch her." Her voice is a bit husky as she speaks. "Even after she's got all worked up by your sexy fantasy."

"Oh, do you want to be collared and made to suck some dude's dick every morning?" Her flush is suddenly replaced by a scowl.

"Ew, no, you wish. But being the one woken up, on the other hand..."

"Oh? Here I thought you couldn't stand me and just wanted me to go away. Now it sounds like you're looking forward to going to my dungeon." You simply lie back, your arms lying across the back of the couch, as she pants and leans against you.

"As if. Some of us want to do more than fantasize about getting laid, limpy." You raise your eyebrow. "Get it? Because you're limp-dicked and you were an imp? Okay, sorry, oh my gods that was bad. Anyways, some of us want something more than a fantasy between our legs."

"Hey, you and me both. That's what Rea is for."

"Right, dude. You know, you're a real tragic case. I didn't know daemons could go senile so quickly." She rolls her eyes. "I'm surprised mom even wants anything to do with you."

"Really? From what I've heard, you're the one who has trouble getting any in this pit. Wouldn't you rather go see if my stories were true? Worst case you're right, and you can laugh at me then come back and tell your mom 'I told you so' in a few months. It's not like that's much time to someone as old as you, is it?"

"Did you just call me old?" She gives you a mock pout. "How scandalous! I'll have you know I'm actually quite young for a dragon. If I were a human I'd be barely twenty."

"Is that what you wish? That you were a twenty year old human adventurer, wandering around doing quests and such?"

"Yuck, no, quests involve getting all muddy and getting stabbed and such. I might suffer through them for the right hunk, though. You know, a warm-blooded male with an actual functioning body and all." Her voice has gotten progressively huskier throughout the conversation, with a hint of unrestrained frustration.

"Oh, is that what you want? For some handsome adventurer to sweep you off your feet? To cross the boundaries between monster and adventurer?" You bring your hand down to touch her side, and she leans into you further.

"Mmm, it doesn't have to be an adventurer. It's just, like, all the monster dudes I've met have been a waste of my time. Then you turn out to actually be kinda interesting, but just my luck you aren't even really a man."

"Oh? And what would you be doing if I really was a man?" She shudders as you gently stroke her side.

"Ohh, I'd probably be bouncing on your dick right now. Hells, I hate this. First dude I can hold a conversation with and you aren't even a dude. Mmm, at least you seem to know how to get me going. Would you like that, huh? To watch me get myself off to your sick fantasies? To give you a true story to add to them?"

"And here I thought you had things do to. I was under the impression you wanted to be rid of me."

"Oh my gods, what I want is for you to fuck me. I have a lake in my scales right now after imagining you breaking that adventurer slut, and imagining it was me instead of you that she was waking up every day."

"Is that a promise?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dude?" The princess wears an angry and lusty glare. "Do you want to watch me ride one of my toys? Because as crazy as that sounds, I'm actually considering it right about now. Oh my gods I hate my mom so much."

"Well, this was nice, but I really should be getting back to my room so that you can do whatever it is you wanted to do before we met."

The princess jumps on to your lap and gives you a smouldering glare, torn between lust and fury. "Azazel, if there's even one part of you that's male then you are going to stay right here and get me off with whatever tools you have available, or so help me gods I'm going to send you on an express trip back to your dungeon and sort out the fallout later."