A very annoying interruption (DenomZero's Branch)

With her new strong manly hands Lunnara opened the mouth that now belonged to the dark and terrific dragon. A simple trick was to push in a specific spot just under an elven ear to get her mouth wide open, a genetic thing Lunnara knew well. The dragon opened her eyes wide and looked up with arching brows - oh, so cute, he's angry!

"Well… apparently I am late…"

A voice too familiar to her reached Lunnara's ears and she released the dragon throwing him aside. "I never doubted you Luni dear." The snow skinned elf matriarch said with an infuriating tone making Lunnara bite her teeth - not her, not now!

"Now, I am most sorry for the intrusion, Remus the magnificent dragon of dark. I, Eilatra Painweaver have come to claim your power as well as my whore, the girl you were about to use, that one." The Painweaver was a beautiful sorceress of the dark elves, who had a most delicate and luscious body for an elf no less, and hair and skin of the purest shade reasonably obtainable. Her breasts a perfect perky shape with teasing nipples capping them - her dark outfit presenting the underdark's greatest and most gaudy dressmakers' craftsmanship.

She's come to claim the dragon's power AND get me? She's finally gone mad, hasn't she? Better play as the dragon for now...

"H-how dare you speak to me in this manner woman?! Do you not see who you are talking to, do you not sense the power I hold?" Lunnara tried to call her former master's bluff, which made Eilatra stop and cast an enhanced binding curse on Lunnara's former body - the dragon screamed with his female voice as black vines constricted his body in a most compromising way - breasts pushed out and legs spread.

"Try that on me and you die." Lunnara challenged her old mistress, but Eilatra stood back and raised her chin like the prideful woman she was. "I'm afraid that simple spells wouldn't be enough, would they? Slaves, emerge!"

Out of the shadows, from behind pillars and under tiles from the floor crawled out men and women of little mind but a lot of brawl. Even a large beast, a minotaur they call it, emerged making Lunnara unsure of her chances. With minds of animals and weapons of great power even these brutes could've proved deadly to Lunnara's new body.

"Have you brought sacrifices for me, woman? Do you claim these warriors stand a challenge against me - ridiculous."

"Oho! But aren't they the same? Warriors, sacrifices? The one who kills the dragon has the privilege to have an orgasm." Eilatra commanded and her lackeys charged the beautiful being they saw as the dragon. Quick with her thinking, Lunnara used a spell she learned from one of her old mistress' books and forcefully raised the Painweaver by her throat with a gross amount of mana. A curse as powerful as this would need dozens of gallons of high-end mana potions to even try and cast for Lunnara's weaker former elven body.

"What the f-fuck…" Eilatra held her throat and struggled to breath, her minions froze in place and watched as their mistress struggled to undo the curse with every counter-spell known to elf-kind, her efforts proving futile. Lunnara was able to keep the spell up for enough time for Eilatra to peg: "Aggghh, l-let me… I-I'm t-terrib-ly s-sorry…" Lunnara dropped her mistress making her hit the ground and gasp for air. Lunnara couldn't feel anything but pride for defeating the woman she had seen as her nemesis, her superior. The curse was a real void of mana, but especially this body could generate as much to make it rather viable - Lunnara noticed her cock had lost it's valor and laid flaccid - peculiar.

"Oh my lord, o' dragon of the dark, o' winged dread of oblivion. Have mercy on me and my inferiority, I beg of you!" The cocky and arrogant face of the dark elf matriarch had changed to a scared and weak mask of fallen pride. Look at this, she finally submitted, what a truly special moment!

Eilatra's chief maiden, one Coriala Maul, a pretty thing but also a far too dedicated **** of Eilatra's for Lunnara to ever posess much of an affection toward her, she ran to her shaking and panting mistress: "Lady, LADY EILATRA! Are you hurt? Do you need my help? May I ease the pain, please mistress!" Lunnara held back her laughter as the well known torturer and sadist Coriala Maul acted like a common nurse of the humans, such amusement. Of course Eilatra would've brought her premium whore with her here, of course.

"No, you ignorant fool! Stay back and out of this!" Eilatra said with a broken voice and Coriala obeyed giving Lunnara a shy look - this is starting to look good. As the her soldiers stood just few steps away from Lunnara's flawless masculine body Eilatra stepped forth and fell on her knees before the one she thought to be the dragon and reached up:

"Oh how I have misjudged thee my lord, take me as your humble servant, I beg of you. For I now see my weakness, oh please!" Lunnara stayed quiet as she expected a ratty close-range attack and lifted the woman she once knew as her master in a similar way as before hearing her throat crack and her breath die out again. "PLEASE! Oh…gch… m-my l-lord… t-take m-me… gch..!" She cried out in pain and her perfect face turned red from the pressure, Lunnara enjoyed to see her mistress like this, begging for her life.

"You shall be the first of my slaves in this time and age. And this girl you claimed as your **** shall be my second one. For you I have a test to prove your loyalty." Lunnara said in her deep and menacing dragon voice and squeezed Eilatra's breasts as they floated before her - she touched around her former mistress' luscious body feeling every curve and every spot, while the elf matriarch grunted and screamed as her throat pipe was crushed little by little. This power over her made Lunnara smile a devious smile and she grew horny, finally seeing her old master suffer like she had.

"Enough play. That beast, mount it." Lunnara ordered and dropped Eilatra to the floor, making her cough and whine as she patheticaly repaired her crushed throat before she would black out and seal her fate as someone weak. "Y-YES! Lord of darkness, I s-shall d-do as you wish… All I ask is for you to spare my being." She stood up on shaky legs and motioned the hulking minotaur closer - a dirty thing, reeking of sweat and musky hair, a penis almost as big in size as Lunnara's new manly arm. Just a minute ago Lunnara thought her body be crushed by that thing, and yet it was then as dangerous to her as a common house cat was.

If I make her ride that thing, the bitch is mine for good, truly more than she deserves. I should keep an eye on her though.