Dealing with disappointment

Coriala wasn't very well endowed in healing and nursing - it was acts of pleasure and pain that were her speciality. She felt her heavy breast pulse as the dark elf matriarch sucked the nutritious, powerful healing nectar out of them. Coriala was unfamiliar with such things like breastfeeding and cum evaporation, so her technique was unrefined and cumbersome. She groaned scared for her mistress and looked to the side where the horrid beast still laid paralyzed - a trail of thick semen leading to it from Eilatra's cunt.

“Oh… mistress… stay awake, stay with me… I will get us through this…” the maid caressed Eilatra’s cheek and that malformed belly of hers. Corialla knew only one spell to get cum out of a person, and that was unfortunately the same spell that she often used to boil blood within fools and enemies of the dark elves as an effective **** method. Thankfully the healing milk of her breasts had the effect to numb the person as well as heal every physical wound - so any burns wouldn’t hurt her mistress.

Lunnara watched the show amused, while holding up her former body by that nice black hair she so well cared for for all those centuries. Lunnara herself knew how to properly remove a great amount of cum like this, but felt as if Corialla in her pride wouldn’t even think to ask for help - which only proved to make her efforts amuse the devious soon-to-be conqueror more.

A thick haze of evaporated cum surrounded the two of them and some of it even made its way into Lunnara’s nose, but to her bliss she felt no pull to minotaur cum anymore, which made her think. She let the dragon inhabiting her former body get a deep breath and instantly the pale bluish skin around his face turned a pretty magenta - so cute! “What is this sorcery? Why am I attracted to this?!” The dragon asked with horror in his girly voice.

As the pussy of the dragon leaked and her pointy sharp nipples hardened, the chiefmaid of the elf matriarch struggled to keep awake in the thick cloud of semen and felt a constant need to touch herself, although she knew when that was appropriate and was not going to give up to weakness, when her lady laid there still weak and belly still full of minotaur cum.

The dragon gasped as he couldn’t hold his urges any longer and felt his mind give in to the minotaur cum addiction. He reluctantly touched his puffy vagina and gasped at it's sensitivity. Lunnara, still holding the girly body of the dragon by his hair attempted to use this small window of time to finally enslave the dragon - she wasn’t sure if she could simply claim him with a familiar charm, so she decided to invade the mind of the dragon to get a hold of him finally - perhaps out of fear, perhaps due to a leap in judgement.

In such circumstances as this, claiming even the greater mind should be feasible for a clever sorceress such as Lunnara, but alas the dragon saw her attempt instantly and countered it making Lunnara’s brain hurt blindingly, making her fall on one knee. “ARGH! You will submit soon enough, o’ great dark bastard!” She felt hurt more emotionally from the fact that the dragon still appeared more powerful than she in mental strength.

“I can’t believe he has the addiction, but still passes me in brilliance! Godsdamnit!”

The maid rested now **** next to her equally blacked out lady, both of them in deep slumber due to the simple incompetence of the maid. After the annoying defeat in mind control Lunnara wanted to at least claim the human warriors Eilatra brought in. A more simple familiar charm did the trick and each and every one of the ugly brutish humans, now exhausted from the dozen orgies that went down just moments ago, were all Lunnara’s possession. She needed some troops to claim the world with, she did.

Lunnara had once owned a single minion and used him to have some good sex for once, but then felt so disgusted with herself, that she swore to never have another familiar in her life. Now her own strength passed the human’s so greatly that it was only natural for her to claim them under her wing - it was an honor for them truly. Lunnara made the humans dress back up and clean themselves, while she tried to think of a plan to pass the dragon's power. There were some ugly ways that the wizards used to get more powerful as a sorcerer, but Lunnara was not going to drink any virgin’s semen for that. Then she got it.

“Dragon! Tell me, do these chambers possess other tombs? Other artifacts of wisdom?” She knew the dragon was not going to answer, but she just wanted to make him feel weak and **** just one more time - she was not going to kill him just yet, as for some reason she wanted to see how Eilatra was going to treat the one she thought to be her dear Luni.

The dragon looked away from Lunnara, which fit her just well - the little body of her own made Lunnara experience much happiness as she felt she owned the dragon, although not technically. It didn’t need to happen very quickly anyway - the dragon was far too weak to even stand up properly yet.

It took Lunnara a minute or two to find the other chamber which was far less ornamental and great as the dragon’s chamber was. It had a line of great sacrophagi in the middle and some arcs and pillars holding the modest long room up. Lunnara knew that just like with the dragon’s tomb there was going to be traps here, but under everything, bones of fools, there was going to be treasure, and more importantly, knowledge waiting to be uncovered and studied.

In the other room Eilatra had crawled all the way to the dragon’s weakened body. She grabbed his little ankle making the dragon turn his head quickly and pull his leg back. “L-Luni, please… the d-dragon… he’ll come back, so please let me… let me hold you for at least a little while, dear… do not fear..” She said with a sore throat and crawled toward the confused dragon grabbing his waist and collapsing on his flat stomach. Her cheek resting on the familiarly small abdomen of the dragon and her generous breasts pressed on his thin weaker thighs.

He felt disgusted by this act of love but saw a true shimmer of hope at last - a hope to rise again, with the help of this whore. That was the last hope remaining in the mind of the dragon as he wrapped his weak arms around the head of white, perfect hair belonging to this Eilatra Painweaver.