You watch the next experiment

"What work is there to complete Master?" You ask as you quickly return to your feet. "Are there floors to clean or something?"

"Mind your tone, ****" He warns "It is never wise to test my patience, but especially now."

Your head droops "I'm sorry Master" You feel a soft pat on your head as you hear reaffirming words "You are forgiven, now let's be about it..." Cum still dripping from your face, you follow him along out of the room as he spontaneously creates a door to a hidden room, revealing the mirrors affixed into the wall were only one way. From here, you can see everything that occurs.

"Dungeon Master, what are we doing?"

"We're waiting, and watching." He replied with his arms crossed over his chest. The interior room grew incredibly dim. You feel your heart race in anticipation, realizing what's about to happen. Someone new was being chosen. They fall through the void into the gateway faster than the eye can see, a puff of sand suddenly rising up with the thud of impact. You can't immediately make out who or what it is, only that it's fairly large, and is completely still.

"Master, is everything okay? They aren't moving"

"Having been cut out from the world often drains their energy, as does the impact. It's better this way, it gives the mind time to let go of their old world before they find their new life. Be quiet now, and be still..."

You follow the Dungeon Masters orders, only twitching your foot in anxious energy. After a few moments, the being slowly rises from the sand. Quickly finding the torch and lighting the oil, the expanded light exposed a dragonborn woman, her prehensile tail shifting about in the sands. The flickering of the fire reflected off her iridescent white scales with a rainbow like sheen at certain angles.

"I've never seen one of her kind before" You whisper

"Dragonkin are more insular and focused on their own kind, white dragons especially." The Dungeon Master whispered back "This one was in a bad way. She's the last of her clan, sole survivor of a viscous war of conquest."

"Why choose her? You take her out of her world, then her clan is all but gone" Your whispering nearly becomes a shout.

"This is not up for discussion, Dungeoness. Even if you do not agree with my judgements, you will at least abide them."

Your mouth clenches tightly to resist saying more "Yes Master"

"She would not have survived long where I found her. Better that she live, even if her new life is completely removed from her old one"

"I see..." You say quietly, returning to watching events play out. The dragonborn moves about the room quickly, trying to pry the bars open, to no avail. Failing that, she scrambles around trying to find some form of a secret lever, becoming increasingly frustrated.

"What if she doesn't pick anything?" You ask

"They always grab something" The Dungeon Master replies, his gaze constant "Either out of curiosity or boredom, the desire to look, to touch, to inquire is too strong to resist. It's a matter of when, not if."

The dragonborn having given up searching for secret levers and brute **** begins to scan the room intently, looking at each item individually, tapping and scratching against the stone wall.

"Well, this one seems to be more judicious and itent than most." The Dungeon Master quipped quietly "At least spending more than five seconds before giving up, unlike some people..."

"Deep down you're glad I'm here, Master" You reply coyly

"You're not wrong, Dungeoness." He replies with the faintest of smiles. Seeing this, you dare to test your chances.

"Wanna make a bet as to what she chooses?" You ask. The faint smile on his face grows larger "You'll lose, I'm afraid. You no nothing about this person, and have never seen anything about how this room functions."

"Than why does it seem like you're afraid you'll lose?" You tease him "Experience breeds complacency. Fresh eyes can see something different."

"Very well" He replies "loser has to comply with one order of the other. If we're both wrong, no change."

"Deal." You respond with a hearty handshake. "She has an inquisitive, intellectual mind" The Dungeon Master replies "She'll take the spellbook, go the wizards way"

"You're projecting yourself into her, Dungeon Master" You respond confidently "And there's something you missed. She'll go the way of the bard."

"That's a bold call..." The Dungeon Master replies "Why do you say that?"

"Because her tapping against the wall has rhythm. She has an ear for sound and meter."

"We'll see..." The Dungeon Master responds confidently. His confidence is quickly misplaced. The dragonborn having toured the gateway with great care and precision, she finally turned to and removed a Bodhran, a small handheld drum, with a tiny drumstick held between two the thumb and index finger. Moving towards the center of the room, she gave it a solid hit, and delighted at the echo the room provided. After a few practice hits, her fates thread grafted with the thread of the instrument. Unbeknownst to her, her body made gentle shifts to conform to the new life she has; she became slightly taller and more leaned out, appearing as if she had just been stretched. As the graft took root, she took up an intricate tribal like routine, dancing about the room with it and trying to even throat-sing with it. The metal bars quickly disappeared, and as the dragonborn was lost in her song, she danced her way out of the gateway, and into the brave new world that awaited her.

"Interesting" The Dungeon Master began, his stare finally breaking to look at you, "Beginner's Luck, is what I think I'll chock that up to"

"I think I'll chock it up to being as perceptive and detail oriented as she was."

"You have shown to have a keen eye and even more keen mind in such a short time. You have admittedly surpassed my expectations."

"If I remember right, Master, you didn't have any expectations for me at all."

"A much graver error in judgement, but I have never had more joy in being proven wrong. And now, for your reward. What would you ask of your Master?"

You know the answer immediately "I want you to fuck me again, Master"

He laughs as he looks down at the ground for a second "Is it always sex with you?"

You rapidly return fire with the Dungeon Master's own words "No, it's usually sex with other people."

"Ha! Well played, Dungeoness. As you wish" He moves inches away from you, placing his hands on your ass and beginning to knead it. He kisses your neck as he gently pushes you up against the wall. The sensation of being physically trapped and confined like this turns you on something fierce. "How do you want it?" He finally asks quietly as he frees his erect dick out.

"Right here, Master, right now." You wrap your hands around his neck and lift one leg up in the air. Grabbing it and than the other, you are suspended in the air at the knees and utterly helpless. You moan deeply as you feel him shove his veiny dick inside your wet folds. While he's doing as you wish, he is still in control, and takes full advantage of it. He slowly pulls his cock out until just the very tip remains, and than quickly slams in. The teasing sensation of long and slow, followed by an immediate short and fast thrust sends shivers up your spine and builds up the tension. Your moans quickly turn into whimpers.

"Please Master, please give me more"

"Do you want it faster, ****?"

"Yes Master! And harder." The Dungeon Master quietly abides, picking up his rhythm. Beads of sweat start to form on his brow with the physicality of this position, coupled with barely audible grunting.

"Oh Fuck!" Your fingers start to scratch against him as your whole body tightens in response "That's it Master. Let me have it all. Fucking use me!" You start to pant out "Use me like the useless **** I am!" The Dungeon Master starts to mercilessly pound your pussy, causing mix of ecstasy and pain as your back continues to be pushed into the cobblestone wall behind you. It doesn't take much longer for your body to convulse into an orgasm, one the Dungeon Master doesn't stop or slow for. If anything, he seems to give his last measure of energy as you cum all over his dick, causing you to shout even more.

"I love your cock Master! I don't want you to ever take it out! I just want to be a cocksleeve for you!"

Your heart races as the pounding reaches a sudden stop. The Dungeon Master explodes inside you, pushing you to another orgasm, more subdued than the first, but no less joyous. The work done, he slowly puts you down on your feet, and you weakly slump down on the floor, as he leans his arms against the wall to catch his breath, his used dick, still fully erect, dangling in front of your face. Tempted, sit up and start sucking the tip of his cock, getting every last drop of cum out. You also delight in hearing him yelp at the increased sensitivity of having his cock sucked just after cumming.

"Okay, okay. That's enough for now," You obey your master and let him free, as he regains his decency. "Go clean yourself up and find a decent appearance, than come back and see me. I have a test for you..."