She is not alone

Despite her catastrophic defeat and the fact that she was lying completely naked and exposed in a dirty old stone floor, somehow Lunnara had a placid and resting sleep. She woke up with the first lights of the morning, even if natural light didn't reach that secret and hidden place. She immediately felt that there was something weird around her, something that shouldn't be and that created a very unusual trace of magic. She was well trained in hiding her fears and concerts to the exterior, so she waked up with apparent calm, slowly, even tough she was already casting silently her first preventive spells. Detecting the source of the weirdness, wasn't that hard in the end.

There was a guy, as naked as her, lying close.

The man was watching her, and she was cold-blooded enough to not show any concert about it. She returned the look with sleepy eyes and when the man smiled at her, she smiled back. He was beautiful, strong-build and lean, not too old and not too young. He was caressing his dick with two of his fingers and a complete lack of shame. That piece of meat was as beautiful as the rest of him, a pillar of greatness and creation, and Lunnara was suspicious of such wonders.

No creature gets this beautiful by natural means. I do know that. This could easily be another gift from my dear Eilatra.

The man wasn't showing any of his real power, and wore no symbols of it in his nakedness, but that power was utterly evident for one such as Lunnara. She could see it just in the way he was sitting in front of her, like the floor itself ought to be grateful for been allowed to support his sculpted ass. His eyes were golden as it was his hair, and both glittered with much more brightness than the actual gold that surrounded them, scattered through the room in useless trinkets and offerings. Those eyes, sculpted on that perfectly symmetrical face, were watching her as if they were close friends and knew all about each other's secrets. Then, she understood another thing:

He is not touching his dick just because he is horny, he is letting me see it, and he expect that to be interpreted as a gift.

Then, came the man's voice:

"You woke up, my dear"

She almost asked who the hell he was, but the same instinct of survival that made her react so calmly to his intrusion, **** her to take a more insidious route. Be smart about this she told herself He called you dear, lets see how he likes to be called. She used her sweetest voice when he talked back and brought a hand to her naked chest to give a semblance of modesty.

"My lord, you..." she gave a short pause as a shy woman would, and then lowered her gaze. "...you are awake."

"And I have you to thank for that" He said "Your beauty and devotion woke me from my slumber"

Lunnara couldn't hold her pupils to dilate at that revelation, the moment all the pieces fitted in her mind. Oh fuck, he is the dragon. An ancient and powerful beast had indeed came from that disgusting ballsack of an egg that she had kissed. She was his summoner but she did not know of any rite or spell to tame him or even what kind of dragon he was, all the information and spells that she had expend years collecting about the black dragon, could be completely useless against this one. This whole thing could end very badly if she didn't play her cards right and played them now. The dragon did not have wings or scales to show, only his **** beauty and shinny eyes betrayed his true nature, hidden under a lower human form. That means that either he is seriously weakened in his wake or he does not fear me at all.

"Although, I must admit that I have my problems with this young language of yours." He said. "I did not understand the noun you were calling me in your ecstasy... Is Ballsack the word you use for my kind?"

Ah shit... She quickly remembered that some dragons have a natural dominion over words and covenants. Do not lie, not technically at least.

"My lord, the prophecies and texts from your magnificent race were almost lost millennia ago, their meaning has been translated too many times, too many words forgotten, others no longer understood. But that is meaningless now that I am before your true self. Please, my lord, tell me: how would you like me to address you?"

He smiled again, and I'll be dammed if it's not a beautiful and naive smile.

"Ballsack was the name you called me in your passion. I should honor such a honest call by bearing that name"

Oh well, this is just great.

"I have endured a millennia of silence and ignorance, of lost memories and quiet presences in the ether beyond realities, but I did hear your plea. I felt your need to be loved and claimed, your need for appreciation and purpose, and it was such an honest, such a pure prayer, that I couldn't let it go unheard. I woke from my slumber, I abandoned my realm of dreams and fog, and there you where, asleep and serene from a shaken orgasm, tears dried in your closed eyes. Your truest form exposed to me..." The dragon got up them, his eyes still fixed in hers, as he walked with slow steps to her side. "And such a beautiful form it is. I've never seen one of your race before and must admit to be intrigued. You have the curves of the ancient eldar: the lithe form of Earü, the unexpectedly wide hips of Titania and the elegant bust of Eathane, crowned by nipples as sharp as the arrows of your allfather Cennuros, but this..." He was closer now, close enough to touch her "...this bluish paleness of yours mixed with such a dark hair. And these... these pouty lips so eager to meet mine."

He them brought his hands to those lips, which he found half open and lubricious. A finger explored the inside of her mouth and she couldn't resist to suck it. She was used to be desired by others, but not in this way. There was something reverential about the way he spoke to her, and despite her better judgement, she found to be easily enthralled by that trick. Her legs made a humid sound as she moved them apart, just a little.

"Did you still crave for my cum, my bride?" Asked the dragon.

Lunnara was still lucid enough to make a few more deductions. He thought I was talking about his cum... That dammed minotaur must have been too magically weak for him to perceive... Also, did he said bride!? The sorceress was quick to gave the dragon her best smile, one that bent her lips as if they were about to kiss. She looked at the instrument just before her, proud and veiny, as golden as the rest of his skin, his head erupting at the very top like a tasty and exotic fruit. She wasn't in a position to say no, but she would not allow herself to show any lack of willingness.

"Always my lord, my mouth remains warm only to welcome your form" Ok Lunnara: suck his cock, sent him to sleep and get the hell out of here.

She was half-expecting for the meat-rod to be **** down her throat, but the dragon did not move her hips nor did he use that hand so close to her hair to oblige her. He expects me to make my move. And so, she widened her smile and got closer, slowly, the same way he had moved himself, and kissed the tip gently as if it was a delicate food, a sacred gift. She found that familiar taste again, the same one from the ballsack, equally delicious, way more intense, but now it wasn't just a smell, but actual flesh, alive, warm and pulsating. That shy kiss quickly evolved into a carnivorous bite. Her tongue wanted to feel the shame as her lips, her throat too, and way down, both her stomach and her cunt were invaded by the sudden need to be filled.

Not too deep, girl, you don't want to appear experienced.

She did want to go deeper, to feel the man-meat asphyxiating her, every inch of her throat invaded and claimed. She wanted that manly smell, she wanted to get closer to its source, to have the tip of her nose smashed against every pore of his skin. She found herself wanting to be suffocated by cock and drowned in cum, but she could barely lick the tip and get a little more than the head into her mouth without actually revealing her skill in the matter. She prayed the dragon wouldn't hold her head and **** her to go deeper. She doubt she would be able to restrain herself and not go all the way.

She did not break eye contact. She needed to see his reaction, at first out of carefulness, but then, as the spell of that smell took hold of her, an actual will to please him appeared in her. He wanted to make him close his eyes, to make him moan her name and bring his beautiful face to the verge of tears, and she almost managed to do all of it. Soon that hand on her head got suddenly rougher, and she received a well-earned gift of cum.

When the flood gates were opened, she could not contain the need to swallow all of it. It made her whole body tickle, and then tremble, as the most delicious of milks invaded her throat. She felt that it was alive, that it went through the whole of her, every last vein, organ and pore of her skin. And she felt it's power immediately. It was a familiar flavour, but never this potent, not even close.

It was pure, hyper-concentrated and uncontaminated mana.

A sudden need to breathe made her break contact when the creampie ended. The dragon led her go and fall before him and waited for her to talk.

"My lord, this is... I... I feel such a raw..." Don't say power, don't say power "such... **** in me". She feinted a shy and naive smile when she look up again "Is this what they call love?"

"Of course, my dearest. My cum is my gift to my servants and as my first bride of this new cycle and the one to call me, you shall always be the first to taste"

"...Oh"