Skye Date 3, Part 5: The Third Tower

Glitterdust

Glitterdust is very bored. She practiced every possible pose she would think of to show off her collar to her MtF goddess. She posed with the opened statue of Harper, even nuzzling up to it like a big, sexy dragon should. Still, Aelene hasn’t left Prudence’s office. She’s just about to stomp in and demand Aelene take her book, when the elf exits on her own accord.

“Oh, hello, good(?) dragon Glitterdust. What can I do for you?”

“Daphne asked ME to deliver this to you and I am a good, sexy dragon, so I did! Here!”

Aelene looks at the book. It takes a few moments (the text of the book needing to shift from Draconic to Elvish), but, once Aelene can read it, she heavily blushes. “For what purpose did the good mermaid Daphne ask you to deliver this to me?”

“She’s on a date and said this was your loot. Something about giving you more dexterity while making you more horny. I wasn’t paying that much attention. Do you like MY new collar!”

“It suits you, I suppose, good(?) dragon Glitterdust. If you do not mind, I think I need to get reading.”

Aelene starts to head back to the dorms. Now what am I going to do? “WAIT! Are you sure you to don’t want the help of a big, sexy dragon for some task suitable for MY magnificence?”

Aelene stops and turns around. “Are you wanting to spend time with me, good(?) dragon Glitterdust, or are you just not wanting to be alone?”

“Both?”

Aelene pulls out her phone. She reads something off of it. “Well, I do need to reset my sword. And your size transformation would be helpful in leveling it. But, I would prefer you wanting to actually spend time with me instead of with just anyone. So, goodnight, good(?) dragon Glitterdust.” Then the high elf turns back around and starts to walk away again.

“WAIT! Please!” Glitterdust chases after her.

Skye

With Ms. Mattie leading the guards away, Skye casually walks up to the truck, hoping she is playing the part of an unsupervised male well enough. She slips into the truck, estoc at the ready. A different looking unsupervised male (much fatter than the others) is messing with a contraption. 2 soldiers are in the truck too, with their blasphemous guns. They start to speak, only for Skye to go on the sudden attack. Two pommel strikes and both soldiers are down, with Skye sticking the point of her estoc to the fat one’s neck. “Um, can I please have the diamond now, please?”

“Whoa, either very high pitched dude or very ugly chick, no need to wield a sword at me! How much?”

“Huh?”

“How much are you gonna pay me to let you out with the diamond?”

“Ah, a bottle of wine?”

The fat male guffaws, “A single bottle of wine is not worth the cost of a diamond this size, even if it isn’t jewelers grade.”

“It’s really good?”

“One more try.”

“Ah, the bottle and your life, I guess? You make me uncomfortable.”

Fattie tries for the door, only for Skye to pommel strike him out, too. She commands her rope to tie the three of them up. Funny enough, it goes for zip ties instead of doing the expected thing. Now, how do I find this diamond?

Mattie

Phew, finally lost them. The dragon spirit thing looks on it’s last legs and Mattie needs to extract Skye and the diamond, now. Invisibility is not going to work at this point. She needs a better plan. The astral elf thinks through her options, picks a different spell, and shoots herself again.

Mattie: 5 SP left

Now, she looks like an actual soldier, thanks to Alter Self, though her skin is only vaguely textured and colored to match the uniform; her disguise wouldn’t survive intense scrutiny. She picks up a dropped rifle and marches back towards the truck. The patrol guarding it is back, minus that poo-pants guy. She approaches stealthy. They have the entrances covered too well. Hey, don’t I have that teleport thing Sarge underestimated? Why not!

She’s suddenly inside the truck, a super generic soldier is staring at the computer, not sure what to do. Mattie mentally reaches out, “Skye?”

“<Oh, hi, Ms. Mattie! Do you know how to get this thing to make a diamond?>”

Mattie slaps her forehead. Mrs. Skye is definitely not one for this sort of thing. She telepathically projects, “Give me a few minutes. And radio silence, remember?”

She snags the keys from the guards and hands one to Skye. Telepathic orders sent, “We gotta turn these at the same time. Get in position. 3... 2... 1... Turn!” The hatch opens, displaying a chunk of diamond the size of Skye, with several laser beams refracting through it. One shot of Heat Metal through the base of the console, and the lasers shut off. Skye pockets the diamond in her inventory, then drops a bottle of wine in the fat-ass tech’s lap.

Mattie: 3 SP left

“<I promised.>”

Girl still won’t talk telepathically. “You are such a dork, Mrs. Skye.”

“<Hey, that’s mean.>”

Ignoring the remark, Mattie sends a message to Harper, “Hey, diamond is secured, but we got a bunch of guards outside and no clear out. Can we get a distraction?”

Tina

“You didn’t let me win, did you, Daph?”

Tina and Daphne are sitting at the Suckling Swine, playing some cards after dinner (and a wine cooler each). The wine cooler was way too sweet for Daphne and a little too boozy for Tina’s taste, so neither bottle has been finished. Daphne handily won the first three games, but inextricably lost the fourth. Tina may not be the sharpest tool in the bucket, but she has enough street smarts to figure out that something is off.

“Oh, no, Tina, I totally didn’t have 3 different counterspells in hand. You got me.” Daphne gives her a nervous shark-toothy grin.

Tina’s ears droop as she pouts, “You didn’t have to let me win, Daph.”

“But you looked so sad and frustrated and I wanted to make sure you have a good time.”

Awww. She was trying to be sweet. Tina cleans up her card mess and Daphne does the same. The two walk back to the recovery room, hand-in-webbed-hand. Tina heads straight to the bondage cross and starts to strap her ankles to it. Snug, but not too snug. Daphne grabs a pile of super fun looking toys.

“Ok, Tina, I’m not gonna load you up as much as I did after your first delve, but I’ll make sure you are sufficiently buzzed. We only have a couple of hours before curfew, so I’ll undo everything in time. Are you ready?”

Tina readily nods. Daphne starts with a vibrating dildo that is inserted into the ol’ bunny hutch, then taped down to secure it in place. She then takes a vibrating egg and tapes it to Tina’s clit. After giving her belly button ring a good lick, Daphne attaches a small vibrating weight to it. 2 more vibes are taped to bunny-girl nipples. Finally, Tina’s arms are secured to the cross.

“What, no ear vibes this time?”

“We are on a date and I wanna talk. Hard to talk with you when your ears are buzzing.”

“Oh.” And talk they both do. Swapping funny childhood stories. Planning fun things to do with Scarlet (or Harper, when she’s feeling less broken). Planning fun things to do with Daphne’s not-cloaca when the dumb **** roommate thing is over. How great all the buzzing toys feel. Too soon, the mermaid powers down the toys and starts to free the bunny. 5 orgasms down, a dozen or so more to go.

Harper

Since the current spirit is on it’s last legs (and Harper is too far away to give it fresh orders), she summons a second one.

Harper: 42 SP left

“Alright, I need you to scare away any troop around the far tower of that base, land, and extract my friends inside it. Take them to the community fairgrounds a couple of clicks southeast of here. There should be a big bonfire going. You can’t miss it. Understood?”

With a nod, the dragon takes off. Harper watches it approach through Vix as the sun finishes setting. She also sees several patrols heading out. Guess they figured they have a spellcaster summoning the dragon now, instead of just a fluke ghost dragon thing attacking? Shoot. Once she sees the dragon land, Harper summons Vix back.

“Scarlet, time to go. Final extraction point. Let’s hope the people there did their part.”

Scarlet

Scarlet sees the dragon spirit catch up with them, a naked Mattie and Skye riding it’s neck, as the oread and Harper hoof it towards the community festival grounds. Good news: the bonfire is lit and it looks like everyone is there. Bad news: a platoon of troops are there, too, guns drawn.

“Well, Captain, you certainly put us through our paces, but it ends here,” a particularly decorated soldier, who is holding the Matron hostage, declares, “Surrender now, and I assure you that all of your executions tonight will be painless. Otherwise...”

The telepathic bond just faded, so Mattie whisper-shouts in Elvish, “<Your call, Harper. As much as I want to avoid any bloodshed, these soldiers will follow Colonel Asshat’s orders and gun down everyone here.>”

“<Skye, get ready with the scroll. Dragon coming down now.>”

Harper casts a spell, quick as lightning. The matron is shoved out of the colonel’s grasp as the soldier is trapped in a big bubble. He seems to be screaming something like “Fire!”, but no sound exits the bubble. Skye cracks the scroll, whispering “<Eilistraee, help me.>” The portal opens right in front of the fire, and a certain giant lilac skinned beauty steps through, swords drawn. She giggles, then shouts, “Boo!” The troops run back towards base, the drow captives run towards the portal.

Harper: 36 SP left

“Time’s a wasting, ladies. You coming?”

The four of them run through the portal. The sight on the other side is something else. A lovely little collection of houses, carved into living tree trunks, with a little stream running through it, all inside a massive cave. The walls and grounds glow from mushrooms. Little fluttering fae creatures float in the air, working on a feast. The goddess steps up behind them.

“Good work, you four. You helped a lot of people AND you didn’t kill anyone. I’m impressed. Good show of restraint. My little cinnamon roll of a champion and my cousin from the astral plane, I believe this officially marks your quests as complete. For you, sister, your bonus armor when meeting the conditions of being my Chosen increases to +2. You get one free cast of each of my gifted spells, and an additional gifted spell of your choice from the cleric list for each level of spell you can cast. For you, cousin, you have 50 XP to distribute. Enjoy! I’m going to check on the civilians.”

Mattie hands out the XP while Skye cums a couple of times in rapid succession. Scarlet feels a little ripped off, but she does already have enough XP to get to Level 13 and both Mattie and Skye are well behind them. Harper looks worn out.

Harper: +3 XP

Scarlet: +3 XP

Skye: +17 XP

Mattie: +27 XP

“Hey, love, you okay?” She gives Harper a back rub as they slowly head towards the houses.

“One problem down, Scarlet. So many more to go.”

Aelene

The good(?) dragon Glitterdust follows Aelene back to the dorm room like a lost pet. Aelene opens the door, only for the dragon to give big puppy dog eyes. “Please? I don’t want to be alone. I’VE been alone for so long, since Mindtaker moved in with Sunshine. Please don’t send ME to sleep upstairs alone.” The zemeitsa is on the verge of tears.

Aelene sighs. “Come on. I’ll accept your help. No need to cry.”

“I am a big, sexy dragon. I don’t cry!” Glitterdust states, clearly lying as the tears roll down her cheeks. Aelene gives her a quick hug and brings her in. The dragon nuzzles into Aelene’s slightly enlarged breasts. The high elf strokes Glitterdust’s hair. The sensation looks like it freaks out the dragon a little.

“Sorry.”

“It is okay! I liked it! It’s just new! I haven’t had hair before!”

The dragon breaks from the hug and sashays over to the bed. Getting on all fours, she spreads her butt cheeks to display her special place, already dripping with desire. “How do you want to take ME, Aelene?”

That... is a good question. How DO I want to have sex with her? Aelene hesitantly approaches the dragon, sex toy sword and a small bottle of plain lube in hand. She lubes up one end and braces herself to insert it into the dragon’s special place, resting her free hand on the small of the dragon’s back. It goes in way smoother than Aelene expected, the dragon cooing in glee. She twists the sword such that the other end is curved upwards and starts to lube the other end; Glitterdust actually purrs at that and the sword starts to move on it’s own. It makes lubing up her end a little tricky, but Aelene manages.

Aelene positions herself above the sword dildo. The thought of slipping into it is frightening. The head is as big as my fist! It can’t possibly... She feels her body being pushed down by... something. And the dildo slides into her special place as if it was nothing. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming.

“I helped! Doesn’t it feel amazing! Now plow ME, Princess!” With that, Glitterdust starts to thrust her hips into Aelene’s crotch. Aelene sees stars. She feels her body start to be pulled up and pushed back down by... the dragon’s power? Aelene steadies herself by grabbing onto Glitterdust’s tail. The spines gyrate and oscillate in time with Glitterdust’s thrusts, both physically on her end and telekinetically on Aelene’s end. “Squeeze MY tail tighter! Or suck on the tip! Or both!” the dragon bellows. Aelene is too embarrassed to do anything other than press the tail tighter, the tip sliding between her slightly inflated breasts.

The dragon thrusts harder, faster, hungrier. Aelene feels herself being moved the same way. It’s almost as if the good(?) zemeitsa Glitterdust is using me as a sex toy, instead of us using my sword together. Aelene presses down hard with her legs, trying to **** Glitterdust to let her take control of her own body. The dragon keeps thrusting, but starts to growl.

“Let me, as you said, plow you or we stop now.”

Glitterdust whimpers, then relents, “Okay, plow ME then!”

Aelene starts to slam up and down on the dildo sword, pulsing the other end into the dragon’s cave. She pushes the dildo in deeply, squeezing tight to pull it back out. She starts to jerk the dragon’s tail as if it’s a male elven penis like she has read in her books. Of course, the tail is much, much, MUCH bigger than a male elven penis. If they were as big as Glitterdust’s tail (and were also enchanted like the good(?) zemeitsa is), Aelene might find the idea of riding one for pleasure enjoyable (instead of an obligation to her species). Watching Glitterdust’s spines wobble from her efforts is quite a sight.

“MORE, PLOW ME MOOOOOOOREEEEEEE!”

Who am I to deny her? Aelene picks up the pace, keeping the same amount of ****. Aelene is really feeling her orgasm coming. Glitterdust has gone frantic. With a final twisting thrust, Aelene’s world becomes undone.

Aelene: +10 VP (Brought Another Slut to Orgasm [Scimitar Scissoring])

Glitterdust has passed out with a stupid grin on her face. Her sword, back to normal, is pocketed back into her inventory. A quick text conversation with Daphne later, she starts to edge herself to the Dexterity erotica book. With every orgasm, she stores them in her breasts until she hits her current maximum size. Then, she keeps herself cumming until the magic of the book washes over her.

Aelene: 4 Orgasms Stored (Orgasm Tanks)