Boxes are meant to be opened

"Pull it you weaklings! It's a rope for fuck's sake. Harder maggots, do I really have to help you miserable brutes in this simple task?"

Lunnara stood tall arms crossed as her new slaves pulled on a rope connected on to a great sarcophagus. It was only the first tomb too and it had taken some time to set up the ropes and gather the slaves for the task, which infuriated the new soon-to-be conqueror.

Just when she was about to help her struggling slaves the stone tomb creaked and with just one more pull the slab finally slid off - the men and women sat spent on their knees catching their breath, Eilatra had truly chosen the worst of the worst to try and kill the dragon.

It was the body of the dragon what interested Lunnara. What would've Eilatra done with it? How would've she used its power, as no known magic could make her inhabit it post-mortem, no necromancy would resurrect the dragon, extracting mana from his decayed body would be the only way, but the amount would only last for so long. No, she had some plan Lunnara didn't yet understand.

Right now the towering deity of darkness had her eyes on the opened tomb and tip-toed over the weak humans to reach the tomb. Hesitant to risking a possible defensive curse, she pulled one of the long haired men up from said hair and as he screamed Lunnara threw him in the tomb to make sure.

To her surprise there was not a great ball of hellfire nor a cloud of poisonous gas, but just silence and the moans of the hurt human man. "Do you feel… unwell, human?" Lunnara asked, still not courageous enough to look inside the tomb. "Argh, yes my master, my scalp hurts, but otherwise I'm fine." He got up and leaped out of the ancient sarcophagus, which made Lunnara quite curious.

"Fine, I suppose defensive curses were not that popular in the olden days."

She peeked inside and found a skeleton of a man with jewelry and some scrolls. Lunnara couldn't help but feel pride as she grabbed the scrolls and put them in a wooden cart nearby - her idea worked: "The fools couldn't destroy the knowledge, but buried it with them, yes!" Now, there were still a dozen other tombs to open - other chances to acquire forgotten texts.

It took at least half a day of great physical effort, but the slaves managed to open each and every tomb, in which time Lunnara studied the scrolls. She had learned the old writing on her time researching the dragon's whereabouts and it paid off beautifully here. She didn't learn anything very interesting, but it surely seemed as if the ancient sorcerers liked their sex, as not less than half of the spells she managed to find enhanced sexual intercourse in some way.

"Is the last one open yet? I'm starting to lose my patience." Lunnara shouted and just then the last cover was pulled off. A busty, yet strong red-headed girl Lunnara knew as Margaret was one of her favorites to look at, so she allowed her to lead the others to clean up and relax over by a fountain just in the other room. Lunnara felt most content with her recent achievements so letting her troops have a little time off wouldn't hurt. The red-head could even prove a great lieutenant if it came down to that, at least she seemed the most determined from the other slaves.

Lunnara walked over to the last tomb, which happened to be the largest one as well. "You, uhh, Jaramiah. Get over here, I need you." She hated the fact that she had learned the names of her miserable troops, but it had truly helped them do their work today. "Yes master, of course." The spent and tired man with his long brown hair lifted himself in the tomb and back out like he had done on all the rest.

"Hmm, you have proven to be rather courageous, I wonder... I want you to be my closest servant for the time being, now kiss my feet and accept this." She commanded and the muscular, but submissive man fell down and gently kissed Lunnara's manly, but beautiful bare feet - she had not yet dressed up, which meant her dick throbbed gently and half-erect. She wanted to change that as a type of celebration.

"Jaramiah, have you ever looked at another man with lust?" Lunnara asked and pulled the man up from his hair making him moan. "No, except my master of course." He stared dark eyes blank into Lunnara's burning dragon eyes which at the moment judged the body of the warrior man. "Let me break the ice, I am female, unlike my exterior might suggest. I enjoy the company of a man like the next woman, but I just wanted to hear whether you were, well… confident with having sex with me." Lunnara knew her underlings had no word on the matter, but she was not going to be like Eilatra, a bitch who didn't truly love anyone but herself - that's what Lunnara thought at least.

"Well, I would be honored to be taken by my master. I live for the pure purpose of pleasing my masters commands." He answered with a determined mask on his handsome sharp face. "No, no. If I wanted to do that I would use a woman, a whore but you, you are gifted down there." She placed her masculine hand above the man's crotch and saw the eyes of the man get glossy: "I-I could never… To be dominant, I couldn't possibly…" Lunnara had heard enough and quickly froze the man in place for the fun to come, now she was aching to see what needed a tomb this big.

She looked inside and saw not one, but two female skeletons, and accompanied dozens and dozens of books and knowledge of all kinds - stacks of pergament, letters, scrolls, stone slabs, painted fabrics and treasure of course, lot's of gold and gemstones. "Twins, cute." Lunnara smiled and left the objects in the bigger tomb as she was rock hard from seeing all that.

"I want you hard, pretty boy. None of that weak human crap you tend to do, and I will not see you cum before I do. Now, take me here." Lunnara commanded the now once again mobile man and leaned on the tomb smiling at all the treasure and knowledge inside. She felt the man behind her and his arm align her masculine, beautiful body, so he could take her properly. "I will… please you, master." He said under his breath and Lunnara tried to think of this something he was doing on his own, and not because of the familiar curse.

The white haired mistress gasped as her ass was penetrated by the blessed human cock of her ****. He was at least 9 inches, which for a mere man was most impressive. "Hmm, that is quite good Jaramiah dear, take me like you would take any woman!" The man groaned pathetically and started thrusting inside making Lunnara smile and her cock throb. The man did his best to be rough, but Lunnara grew a little frustrated as the fucking felt more like teasing than actual sex - then she remembered one of the new spells she just learned and chanted it silently:

"Nascaló maxiissó tero, excio epith deria ymíes, cumules oi mou neces ikioú occurrit."

The man moaned almost like a woman would and Lunnara felt his hand shake on her shoulder. The man breathed heavily and suddenly groaned and dug his rough fingers in the pristine skin of his master.

"Oh yes, take me rough, fuck my ass good!" Lunnara commanded and the long haired man was eager to absolutely live for the pumping of his hips on Lunnara's beautiful round ass. "Oh, that's fucking it! Oh yes!" His pounding was far more intense and it made Lunnara finally start nearing a pleasant release. "K-keep doing that, make me cum!" She encouraged him with her deep manly voice.

The fucking didn't stop as Lunnara felt her cock erupt and spray it's devine seed on the side of the tomb - she felt absolutely fantastic as her ass twitched around the cock of her obedient ****. As she enjoyed the final moments of a blissful anal-orgasm, the man came deep inside her ass and only then did he let go and literally fell down and fell asleep - most likely too exhausted to do otherwise.

It put a smile on the former dark elf's face, that she could still enjoy some of the pleasures she was used to, as she had not hated the parts where she felt rewarded. Lunnara peeked in the tomb and smiled again, all of the world would be hers, and not even the real.., no, former dragon could resist her soon enough.