Meanwhile... in another metanarrative

250 years ago.

In one of the most luxurious towers of the grim city of Kar-Naggrond, lied the mansion of Eilatra Painweaver. The Dark elf Matriarch had what one might call a lazy afternoon, with no particular purpose on her usually scheming mind. At her feet lied her most recent acquisition, a **** of her own kin by the name of Lunnara, such a young and fierce specimen she was, so fascinating... Imposible to tame or break, the **** owner have told her. That fool was almost willing to gift her away... But Eilatra loved a challenge and she loved the way her dark locks framed her pale face. Her left hand held the chain that **** the young Lunnara to lick her feet, while the right one held her Sphere of Mycedent Metavision, which she used to read into the multiverse in these times of boredom.

"You want to know what I'm reading?" said Eilatra to her ****.

Lunnara feinted an affirmative look, even if she did not care for her mistress diversions.

"You should be interested. It's the story of your future... Well not exactly. Is someone reading about one of your posible futures and criticising how badly written it is... Yes, apparently in this alternative dimension I'm catching, we are not of flesh and bone's but characters created by a bored man who does the impossible to try hide the fact that he makes all its shit along the way... by the gods, that idiot sure loves to make things unnecessarily convoluted..."

Lunnara didn't know if this was another of her mistress tricks, but she didn't care. She pretended to listen to Eilatra's ramblings but her mind was elsewhere, in her own machinations. She had started reading her mistress' spellbooks behind her back, learning to replicate a few of her tricks in secret. Soon she would become powerful enough to scape her, and one day she will be powerful enough to return... and have her ****. Rejoice while you can, bitch. One day it will be you licking me, and not just my feet.

"By Rem Lezar!" Screamed Eilatra. "These two idiots chose to read a subbranch instead of the main time line! How dare they be this stupid!? I don't appear in that one! They won't even know who I am, and I am the most important character! After all, you won't be nothing without me, won't you, Lunny dear?"

"No, my mistress"

"By Cherbog's balls you won't!... Although I must admit to be impressed by the excesses in which you partake in this branch. I never thought you would have such... maternal instincts."

Lunnara wanted to puke at the very idea of that concept. She gave her mistress toe another lick.

"I'm starting to think about visiting their dimension and teaching those two monkeys how to reach the intricacies of true perversion. But... I'm also willing to be merciful... that Marcie gave me an exhilarating spectacle at the end, even if it was clearly improvised, but what can you expect? Humans are crude and unrefined creatures. They are still a few millenia away from discovering hentai in our world and even in this other universe I read about... They still haven't unlock the true mysteries of the dere."

What the fuck is she talking about? Thought Lunnara.

"Book one of Whore of the Dragon is finished. Be sure to stick to the main route this time, idiots."