She has to learn it the hard way

With a menacing grunt the towering minotaur fell on it’s knee, massive penis still flaccid, but it’s mind surely aching to breed with its mistress - that ridiculously lucious elf matriarch no less.

“Mount it, whore. If you wish to serve me, obey.” Lunnara commanded and the weak, beaten she-elf had **** other than to comply and use a charm to free the beast from it’s mental shackles that prevented it from instantly attaching itself to its master’s exclusive, tight vagina.

The bull-headed brute mooed and grew erect in a matter of seconds - truly a terrifying sight for any sort of mortal. Its red engorged penis rich with veins and oily musk. Thin string of delicious pre-cum leaking out of the large meatus, sending shivers down Lunnara’s back - although long lost in her past she could still recall the addicting milky flavor of the minotaur's seed.

“Oh, lord of darkness, lord of mine; Take this as the proof of my loyality, it is most uncommon for a matriarch such as myself to fuck a vile beast such as this.” Eilatra’s shaken voice flavored by fear, which Lunnara enjoyed greatly, and as a fun afterthought, she used a powerful enhancement spell to enlarge the beast's already ridiculous gigantic cock by a couple important inches - by the years Lunnara had been penetrated by the beasts she had learned to appreciate every inch of the thing and especially the length it lacked. For example, those two inches would be enough for the beast's thrusts to reach the thin already sore throat of her former mistress, making the bitch feel that much more despair.

The minotaur groaned and grabbed the woman so much more important and intelligent than it could have ever imagined anyone could be. The dark elf made a scared and hopeless scream as her left shoulder was snapped out of its place and her expensive, gaudy attire ripped off her body, much like Eilatra the Painweaver's page would be ripped off the history books after the world would know her new place as Lunnara the conqueror's most loyal whore.

“I wonder if she has ever taken such a big cock before?”

Lunnara lifted her hand and squeezed the throat of her former mistress with her manly strong hand. The minotaur stopped moving for enough time for Lunnara to say: “Watch as I use your little Luni, observe how much more powerful I am than someone as trivially pathetic as yourself could ever be!”

The minotaur slammed it’s penis on the crotch of Eilatra getting through the tightness of her hole - there was a terrific scream, which only fuled Lunnara’s arrousal as she backed away and mounted the dragon, now trapped in the elf’s former body. The small frame of the supple dragon was so very familiar to Lunnara, and she felt truly powerful taking advantage of not only her weak former body, but also her former hateful mistress. The dragon made an attempt to crawl away, only to get lifted up and penetrated on Lunnara’s needy cock like a little whore of the dark markets of Kar-Naggrond.

The minotaur gave no mercy as was characteristic of the brute - Eilatra’s hopeless screams and the sounds of gory penetrations chimed like music to Lunnara’s ears. “E-ENOUGH! I CAN’T!” The matriarch screamed and drooled like a dog, eyes wide and mind surely almost numb with the amount of energy and mana it would take to manage and keep one’s self simply flexible enough to take a cock like a minotaur’s. Lunnara was even willing to transfer some of her mana to her, if it meant that the fun could last longer - as powerful as she felt making the real dragon feel like a woman whore under her.

Lunnara didn’t realize that her new body was powerful enough to sexually emit a potent cloud of pheromones that would make any living at least hope to breed with abandon. It was those particles that made the mind-broken soldiers of Eilatra horny, even past their mental shackles they took each other and fucked. One ugly human man fucking another, a dirty soldier woman, taken from all directions by these mindless things. Such acts of lust were not even comparable to the happiness Lunnara found in watching her mistress and the minotaur have their little love waltz.

“I’M DONE! I’M GOING TO DIE, NOT LIKE THIS, NOT LIKE THIS!!” Eilatra’s cries made Lunnara remember her own screams not too dissimilar with word-structure all those years ago. Lunnara gave the elf with the malformed torso some mana - just enough to spare her weak self from actual ****. The busty elf cried and screamed as the piston of a cock wouldn’t stop making her formerly tight perfect stomach bulge and lose its shape.

“You are a fool! This is u-utterly pointless! You deserve worse than damnation, woman!”

Lunnara looked down amused and pulled the hair of the still arrogant dragon making his throat extend and let out a girly grunt. “Look at you, such an attitude for a little weak whore! Do you not realize that I could burn you to nothing but cinders, you idiotic bitch!” Lunnara changed holes and made the dragon cry in pain as Lunnara made the poor dragon’s pussy lips’ blood boil - a terrible punishment for only the weakest and worst of the slavestock.

“LUNI DEAR GIRL! BE QUIET FOR ONCE! THIS IS THE END FOR THE BOTH OF US IF… IF YOU ANGER HIM!!” The elf with a mask of every **** emotion laid out on it screamed and took another hard thrust of minotaur meat.

Lunnara laughed as she amused herself with how low her mistress could actually fall - to start to prefer loving her **** rather than herself for once - truly unheard of. “Here, you amuse me enough to get a little prize. Beast, release your seed inside this whore.”

Eilatra looked down and saw the massive balls of the beast retreat as an overwhelming amount of hot thick semen shoot inside her - filling her insides, making her the greatest cumslut there ever was. As minotaur semen leveled out her blood in volume inside her bloated body, she finally gave up and accepted her new role.

The sack of cum was dropped on the ground and the minotaur paralyzed to make it not interfere further. Lunnara blew her load in the ass of her former body making the dragon pass out before she would throw him aside like the meaningless thing he was then.

“I wonder, does the mana from that amount of semen suffice to clean your miserable self up? Or should I amuse myself again by helping you with that?” Lunnara didn’t want Eilatra to die yet, as she saw all the possibilities in front of her in the form of the convulsing cum sack of an elf matriarch. Lunnara was not going to let the fun end with the weakness of her former mistress and gave her enough mana to wake her up and kicked her stomach making some cum shoot out of her hideously stretched vagina accompanied with a pathetic grunt.

“I will not wait for you to get up, whore. I have a world to conquer. Repair yourself and join me or I will pop you like a pimple.” Lunnara felt not content with the chances Eilatra had with repairing herself as she truly was in too much pain and her mind in too scrambled of a state to come up with the correct spell.

Lunnara dragged the surprisingly decently behaved servant of her former master to heal her cumsack mistress. Coriala caressed her mistress' cheek and bloated tummy with the care of a mother and used a powerful healing spell to make her breasts produce milk of generous amounts and great healing properties - a slutty widely looked down upon spell hardly ever used in the Underdark for its lack of class and the symbolism to cows in it’s practise. Eilatra started to show some signs of life as Coriala breast-fed her with tears of true sadness falling down her cheeks.

Lunnara felt her power pass everything in that moment, that she was truly capable of claiming the whole world in her rule.