She wants her to lick it

"But of course you have to earn it, love." Said the dark elf matriarch. "It's a giant ballsack, isn't it? And what do whores like you do with ballsacks, I wonder? Lick it, Lunni. Cover it with your low split and make me proud."

By that point Lunnara was utterly exhausted and barely functional, her will to fight fading, her reasons to fight becoming meaningless, her hate and determination sinking in an ocean of pleasure, pain, bliss and oblivion. Her eyes were unfocused, her arms trembling. Those spells were so tiring to sustain and the hard and lethal sex she was receiving didn't help to keep her lucid. Her shattered mind didn't know how to respond to such a humiliating task. "What?" She asked with a soft and confused murmur.

"Oh, come on, kitty. I know you haven't forgotten how to do it. I have seen you eat thousands of balls, cocks, cunts and asses like they could actually feed you. And if i'm not mistaken you have kept those old habits in good practice, don't you? You are a natural when it comes to stuffing your mouth. Lick."

The gigantic ballsack of an egg was just a few centimetres away from her face. It really locked like a real hairless genital ball, and it was just half a tongue away. Lunnara found herself salivating, a deep an hidden need awaking in her, a need to be humiliated. Something inside that egg was alive, and it called her to submission, it called her to delirium, and its call grew harder and harder to fight back.

"Never..." She said unconvincingly, trying to sound defiant as the first tears of desperation left her eyes, but everyone in that room knew it was not a real defiance.

"Oh Lunni..." Eliatra extended a finger to collect those tears, they fell on her long and dark nail, and soon they were between their lips, ready to be devoured. Eilatra savoured that tear. For her, that was as exquisite as her pet's girlcum. "I like it when you make it hard, but if you don´t lick it I wont let you have your minotaur cum. Don't you want it? Your juicy, tasty, minotaur cum. I know you miss it. This champ right here cums like a fucking flood, but only if I command him to do so, because unlike you he has learnt to obey. Look at his face, his snouty and lamentable face. He wants to cum so much, he wants to gift that cum to you, and you want to taste it. Go on, do it"

She looked at the egg again, and she heard it's call again, it's unnerving and primal call, that desired HER. It was true, she really wanted to taste it, no matter how much she tried to convince herself of the opposite. She wanted to be humilliated and drowned in cum, she wanted to be owned again. In her delirium, she forgot everything about her struggles and desires, she longed to return to simpler times, when all she had to do was obey and be fucked. But she wouldn't admit that, not to her, never to her.

"N... no..." She said.

"Girl, don't be mean with me. Lick".

She tried to say 'no' one more time but her tongue was already tracing the surface of the egg, tasting his rugous and warm skin, and that was the end of the discussion. It tasted... just good. Not to salty, not to raw, but strong and... manly. Her whole body vibrated when the flavour hit her, when she felt the contact with it. It tasted liberating and true. It drowned every other sensation that was ever posible, even the gigantic minotaur cock that kept breaking her body became suddenly irrelevant. Her struggles and wishes became irrelevant. The magical chains that restrained her felt suddenly loosen as she found herself hugging the egg and licking it with all her passion, desiring it, wanting to please it.

Eilatra couldn't stop laughing.

"YES, YES! Lick it harder, you whore! Rub it against your pointy tits!" Lunnara was already doing that, rubbing, licking and sucking as much as she could of that egg. She did not care anymore about anything. "Now, tell the ballsack that you love him. You have fought so much for your own dragon. You have one now. Tell him how much you love him"

How could this taste so good?, so liberating? It's... Agh, fuck it. She spoke with a drooling mouth, closer to a moan than to actual language, her smile as idiotic as the minotaur's, her eyes lost, not gazing upon anything. In that very moment, she hated herself, she hated her failure, she hated enjoying this humiliation that much... This is not what was supposed to happen....

"I Love you Ballsack, I'm yours forever, to lick you and make you happy". She said with teary eyes.

"More!" Commanded the Painweaver.

"I'll eat every drop of cum that comes out of you, Ballsack. I'm your perpetual whore, your cum bride. Please sir..." she said looking at the minotaur "I need your cum in me".

She never heard when Eilatra gave the order, but she did felt the torrent of dense liquid exploding inside her as she heard the pathetic cry of the beast. It kept coming and coming like an endless stream, while the matriarch laugh and laugh at her, calling her a pathetic whore. Lunnara did not have the strength to deny that insult, and just let herself fall onto the floor. She never heard them leaving, but soon they were gone, having taken away everything from her, again, having defeated her, again. She was alone once more, naked on the floor of the inner sanctum, her triumphant enemies all gone, and only silence and cold to greet her. The room was dark, the world was dark and she was alone.

Well, back to square one, girl. You know the drill. She muttered the spells with resignation: first to clean and vaporice all the cum around and inside her and then to redo her mess of a vagina so that it wouldn't hurt latter. Back to square one, indeed. The sorceress lied there, defeated over the dirty old floor, and surrounded only by her failures. Soon she fell asleep and just before loosing her consciousness, she brought the egg closer to surround it with her legs without thinking, her exposed folds in direct contact with it's surface, staining it with her juices. She kept it there, as something to warm her redone nethers and to cure her loneliness.

In the abyss beyond realities, Romulus lied dormant, too tired and old, too disillusioned and uncaring. The dragon spread his magnificent golden wings, that expanded beyond what was conceivable, whole galaxies being shredded in his wake and distorting the form of his nebulous existence. His power had no boundaries here, in the realm of dreams and thoughts.

But now, something was calling him, someone was calling him. At first, he dismissed the feeble chant, he did not care anymore for the sentient races, he did not want to be disappointed again. But then the call insisted and this time he listened to it. It was a soft and dreadful song, full of despair and need, and it moved him.

What is this thing?

He then looked upon the visage of his invoker: a meek and insignificant creature, small and defeated, full of hate and suffering, stained by evil. He felt baffled, why would such a creature call him? He had to look closer to be sure, and he did. He did saw hate, but also hope. He saw the stain of evil, but also an untouched and pure beauty. The creature before him was a complete enigma, a lost soul with no place to wander, beautiful and tragic. He felt her need, he felt her devotion and, finally, he heard her call.

The dark chamber of the inner sanctum became luminous as the dragon woke again inside it, before the **** Lunnara.

"You showed me true devotion, elf-woman. I accept your servitude".