The Dragon returns

Back to the present.

Lunnara felt the split of her former mistress falling straight into her depths, tingling her interiors with teasing malice. That bitch should eat me, that's what she deserves, she and the rest of those haughty matriarchs. On the other end of their entanglement, Eilatra's own cunt still remained in place positioned just above her face, and that too was leaking a squishy liquid. The slut is horny, I can't believe it.

But that may not be a bad strategy after all, she realised. She may know that our lives are now at the dragon's mercy... she may be securing her future by appearing to be the most willing of the two... clever bitch.

Just at that moment, they heard the sound of a portal closing and felt the smell of blood, then the sound of clawed footsteps as they filled the room. The dragon had returned and her dooming voice filled the halls of the ancient temple. "How are you doing, my lovely wives?"

"We missed you, our glorious lord." Said Eilatra with her quick mouth.

You damn bitch, thought Lunnara. "Our holes are ready and willing." Said she, her tone younger and more teasing.

"Is that so?", he asked amused. He got closer to Lunnara and lifted his right clawed hand just above her comely face, it was drenched in blood and still dripping its wet spoils of victory. Lunnara did not hesitate to open her mouth to drink, and she hummed a happy song as the drops fell into her mouth and stained her face. "Do you know whose blood this is?" He asked.

"Someone irrelevant" Said Lunnara with a smile, stretching her tongue to try to lick the hand. "I hope he managed to entertain my lord before he ended his miserable existence."

"Nah, he did ok." Said the dragon. "Her sons where way more funny... They though that pleading would save them."

"What a waste of live." Said Eilatra.

"I wasn't talking to you." Said the dragon, his voice suddenly harsh, loosing all of its playfulness almost immediatelly. There were a couple of seconds of silence then, even Lunnara hold her respiration and felt her hands trembling, scared of the unexpecte change. But then he talked again as if nothing had happened. "Are you developing some healthy jealousy already?... Oh, but I love all of my wives equally". He lowered her middle finger so that Lunnara would lick it clean. She chipped a gracious note in response. "I see that you are still reticent to eat each other out... I wonder what could be done about that..."

Right as he said that, the unthinkable happened. To say that Eilatra lowered her head to eat her former apprentice out would be inexact, to say that she smashed her head against her cunt, that would be closer to the truth. Lunnara's gasped in surprise, as her whole body trembled in alarm. Eilatra's mouth was ravenous, her tongue tortured her depths like a whip, as she rubbed her face again her opened vulva, drinking of it like a plague dog would drank from a fountain.

"Oh, well look at that." Said the dragon with a smile. "I thought she would resist a little longer."

Lunnara, did not know what to do or how to react to the intrusive feast. Eilatra was a lousy eater, and even just in her movements she retained her natural haughtiness: she did not try to pleasure her, nor did she care about her well been or that her pussy remained intact. She wanted to devour her, to possess her through her mouth, the same way an inexperienced boy would want to grab some girl's titties. The same way a careless lover would prefer to fuck a girl face instead of letting she please him. She feared her former mistress would start biting at any second. Eilatra ran her whole face across her parted labbia and slurped in her fountain, seeking to drain her of juice. She could hear her, drinking her interiors like a madman, deranged in a sudden an strange lust, fighting to please the dragon with her showy show.

That, somehow, made the dragon laugh. "You better get to it, Lunni dear. I wouldn't want to see you fall behind..." He caressed her face, as one would pet a dog. "I would not like to be **** to... discard you."

She looked up again, with tears forming in her eyes both from pain an fear, and saw the dripping and trembling crotch of Eilatra above her, with its open an flowerly folds and its white trimmed bush. It looked dreadful and abhorrent, just as the rest of her, and she hated just the notion of getting close to the thing.

But it may be her only choice of survival.