A less annoying than expected interruption

"Well... indeed I am late..."

Lunnara turned her new eyes to the entrance, from where the voice had came, and there she saw her.

No, not her! She is not supposed to be here!

Eilatra Painweaver stood at the entrance of the sanctum, with her smug smile, her gorgeous body and that dreadful otherworldly beauty of hers, her supple but somehow pert breasts, and her perfectly snowy skin that only a thousand years of blood sacrifices could achieve. The dark elf matriarch seemed eerily disappointed to see what was apparently her former apprentice being defeated by the dragon, but her lewd attire revealed only a pair of stiff nipples with a promise of pain, crowned by silver rings and silver skulls. She had come alone, apparently, which was indeed unusual for her. She must had left her men waiting outside.

Lunnara barely managed to conceal her fear under her disguise. She had swear vengeance upon her former mistress long ago, but she wasn't ready to face her this soon with this little preparation. But she doesn't seem to know who is really me in this scenario... I might still have a chance.

"Who are you?" Said she with the dragon's voice.

"I beg you pardon, lord Remus. My name is Eilatra Painweaver and I am that whore's mistress." Lord Remus? She had managed to learn the dragon's name? Even I couldn't find that! ...It may be a trick, it must be a trick! I must be cautious and speak like a true haughty dragon.

"Do not presume to have the right to call me names, elf. Speak carefully, for you have interrupted my entertainment and my patience runs already short."

She had the pleasure to see a look of genuine worry crossing Eilatra's face, even if it was for just a second. The matriarch spoke with a softer voice now. "Oh, Great Black Dragon, Winged Dread of Oblivion. I beg you to excuse my indiscretion. As I was saying, this whore you have claimed was once mine. She escaped my yoke taking my spellbooks with her and I was hopping to recover her if thou would be so kind."

"I am not. This 'whore', as you so graciously called her, has awaken me for my slumber with the foolish promise of becoming my bride. As you can see I was about to test her worth." She moved her new manly hips to poke the entrance of her former body's mouth with the tip of her new and ludicrous cock. The dragon stared daggers of fury at her from below, but she ignored them.

"Oh, please, do not mind me then." Said the Painweaver, with a smile, licking her own lips while looking at what she believed was her former apprentice. "I see you were about to test her mouth. A wise choice indeed. I had supervised this girl training personally and I asure you that she can take the whole of you."

"Does she?" She asked playfully as she looked into the dragon's new and infuriated eyes, caressing his soft and girly cheeks.

"Indeed she does. Would you mind if we speak business as you **** her mouth? If not, I can wait."

"You may speak, elf. I may not listen." She took hold of her former face with her new manly hands, possessively holding that head. The dragon refused to open her new lips, as delicate and alluring as they were. "Open your mouth, wife." Once again, he refused with her muted and closed lips.

"Ah, this girl..." Said Eilatra. "She had always been a real pain when she wants to. She always had a problem with authority... Ah, if she had only listened to me."

Fuck you, you stupid piece of shit, you motherless...

"Her insurgence only reflects your poor training to me, elf." Said Lunnara with her new manly and draconian voice. "Elven discipline must be quite lacking in this age, if you can't teach a **** to just open her mouth" Eilatra couldn't help to frown at such insulting claim. If the Dark elf matriarch had a weakness, it was her pride. She got closer, a look of dangerous and cruel determination in her eyes.

"If you allow me, oh great Dragon, I would love to resume that training." Said Eilatra.

And for the first time in three thousand years, Remus, the black dragon, felt something akin to fear.