NEVER

"NEVER!" She screamed with furious eyes. "My name is Lunnara Pendragon and I am a whore to no one. All will be whores to me, this I swear. Rejoice on these days of freedom that destiny has gifted you, for one day I will chain you, Eilatra, and you will be nothing but a trophy at my feet. I will be the one to pound you. The whole of Kar Naggrond will burn under my feet and I will hear the screams of all of our cruel brethren and your friends. I will hear their screams and laugh. I will hear YOUR screams and laugh."

Eilatra did not answer at first, she just stared back at her with her dark crimson eyes, her white brows still unfrowned, her face inexpressive. That look had always been as indecipherable as the rest of her, and Lunnara had seen it countless of times. She knew it could mean pity as well as pride, it could mean her **** as much as her pleasure. Lunnara realised then that the sorceress had allowed her to speak out-loud again and that the spell to silence her words was gone. She did wanted to hear me say it, but at the same time, this means she doesn't fear my own spells. The matriarch removed her fingers from her apprentice's labia, all drenched in Lunnara's girlcum, and still joined by a string of shiny and dense liquid. She looked at those fingers and gave a sad sigh.

"You break my heart, Lunni. Once again, you choose to stray away, my sad, sad Lunni."

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!"

"Since you won't accept my love, I guest that the lecture on law must continue. Boggk'thot" A quick snort came from the entrance, where the minotaur and the rest of her mistress cortege had waited. The beast, a towering nightmare of black fur with horns as long as Lunnara´s torso, got closer as he heard his name. His hooves making a thunderous sound with each step. Eilatra barely look at him. "You are free to claim this cunt for yourself. Do not contain your hips, love. She knows her magic very well, she can survive your passion".

The beast was quick to loosen his belt with a salivating snore, and revealed a far more dreadful creature hanging there. Lunnara couldn't help but gasp. The cock was too big, even for a minotaur: a gigantic, veiny and bloated thing, as wide as her own legs, adorned with engraved runes that claimed it's greatness. The younger sorceress was quick to recite her spells, to quickly make her nether self way more flexible that it could ever be by natural means and soon extended that sorcery to her whole body as the beast got closer. Minotaur fucking was a form of execution in dark elf society, fit for those guilty of lesser crimes that do not required a bloodier sentence. It was seen as something fun to do with otherwise boring deaths. The execution could be done via skullfuck, anal penetration or regular coitus, as both were lethal to the delicate elven body when such large instrument were involved. The beast chose her cleft, and she feel strangely grateful for that.

Minotaurs did not understand the concept of preliminaries, they barely understood the concept of someone else's pleasure. The cock entered her in one swift motion that should have broken her pelvis if not for her magic, and stood there to create a worrying bulge on her stomach. It would have entered in one move, whether I was ready or not. She didn't have time to finish that thought when a second attack hit her, suffocating her thoughts as well as her lungs, as the disgusting beast bellowed, deforming her little body with each move of his hips. Soon, the minotaur was drilling her like only a wild animal could, driven by merciless instinct and need. Once the pain had banished by her spells, Lunnara did everything she could not to feel any pleasure for it, she wouldn't want to let her former mistress see her enjoy this, nor would she reveal any sign of suffering or submission. She had promised to herself to only show contempt and rage to her, but that was too difficult to do when so much meat was inside her, so much manly passion for her petite body. She hated to realise that a part of her had missed this: being punished by her mistress.

Eilatra was much more closer now, and she whispered into her ears with her soft voice, purring each word, singing each letter.

"I know you are still addicted to minotaur cum, my depraved Lunni, even if you haven't taste it in decades. No one quits on minotaur cum, it's just too tasty for a whore such as you... I remember when you would lick the mud of my boots just to earn your daily dosage, and you did earn it... You pleaded me with those shinny blue eyes, those beautiful orbs of yours: 'please, please, mistress. I need it'... And didn't I give you all that you asked?, Didn't I treat you better than any other ****? All the others were so jealous of you, so wishful of obtaining your status... You were meant for more than this, Lunni dear, but you always have to be so stubborn, always coveting what belong to others. You never learned that... you were never meant to rule, but to SERVE."

Lunnara screamed a howl of pure rage, as she shook her head and tried to bite her mistress face, but Eilatra was already walking away, laughing at her fury as one would laugh of the anger of a kitty cat. The younger sorceress screamed her worst spells and curses, her furious eyes focused in the hateful matriarch. She casted her very worst: Rahama's burning spheres, Ekhalia's pain needles of nether, Emrakul's Aeons Torn and a thousand more, but the Painweaver dispelled all of them without a word or without even looking back at her as she walked away. She got to the sarcophagus, and there she found her prize.

"I'll take this black dragon with me." Said Eilatra. "You should thank me for this, Lunni. You do not have the power to control such a raw **** of nature, not even close. It would have destroyed you and ate you like a fly, and I wouldn't want my favourite toy to be eaten, not in that sense, at least. No, it will be in better hands with me, and the hag queens of Kar-Naggrond have plans for it. I have plans for it." As she spoke, Eilatra took the egg and handled it carefully to her silent warriors, who took it outside of the inner sanctum in a ceremoniously slow walk.

It's not fair! I found that egg! I searched every stupid mountain in these lands for it! I even suck that necromancer's cock to learn the spell! It is mine! I deserve it! I deserve it, goddammit! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF IT!

The minotaur kept pounding her like a forge machine, his swollen and absurd member moving aside all of her internal organs in his path with **** ease. A sensation beyond pleasure and pain drowned her as her coveted prize was taken from her by her most hated rival. A brutish smiled escaped the idiotic facade of the minotaur, as he continued this primal hustling, impaling her with merciless lust. Oh great, he likes me. Just great. Stupid beasts, they always like the ones who survive them. Been liked by a minotaur was always bad news, and Lunnara new that from her own experience: it made their cum more potent and in made them cum in greater dosages. As violent as they usually were, the brutes tended to behave like lobotomised puppies when they liked one of their fuck toys. This one started to moan like a lousy dog asking for food after days of famine and abandon, and between his thrusts and drills he extended his tongue to lustfully lick the sorceress' toned and pale torso, like it was a priceless treasure, or food. His hands were tenderly caressing her spread legs, or at least they tried to be tender.

But the cock kept ramming her.

The odour of the horny beast was already unbearable and as much as she tried, as much as she wished not to, she could not help but smell it. That smell brought back so many memories of her past, memories of her upbringing as an urchin in a cruel city, memories of treachery, betrayal and tears, memories of herself on her knees, swallowing cock after cock for her mistress's amusement, memories of her despair, of her begging to be used as a cumdumpster in the streets of Kar-Naggrond just to make her daily share. Memories of the life she had escaped, of the things she had swore to destroy. She remembered been chained like cattle and be left on the streets for public use, abused in all of her holes by all manner of creatures, only half of them humanoid in shape. She tried not to think of that, but that odour awakened something in her she thought long and deeply buried, the memories of when she was nothing more than a ****.

And a part of her, a meek and hidden part of her, missed that.

Then, Eilatra spoke again. "Well, look at this. There is another dragon egg here!" Lunnara opened her eyes just to look at the thing that her mistress held in her hands. While the other egg was made of runic stone and steel, this one seemed to be made of flesh, with no runes or inscriptions on it's surface. It looked disgusting, like a giant ballsack. It surely made the elven matriarch chuckle with that lousy appearance. "I don't recognise this kind of dragon, doesn't seem something worthy of writing a prophecy about, don't you agree?"

Lunnara did not answer that, she did not had the will to fight her anymore, only to let herself go, to surrender to pleasure, and forget her crusade against her own race. The older sorceress got closer to her again, still holding the thing in her arms, like it was a stolen piece of cake.

"It's seems fitting for you, nonetheless". She said with amusement. "A disgusting, little thing in the shadow of something much more greater. I hope you still have enough oxygen in your head to get that metaphor. I'll tell you this, as a token of our long, looong, friendship, I'll let you keep this one. But you have to earn it, don't you?"

"Earn it?"