Whore of the Dragon

There, amongst the remnants of the dead race, where their greatest queen reigned, two dragons lie dormant. One of pure evil, one of pure good, both yearning for a vessel, both lusting for a mate... She may be adequate for that purpose, our forlorn child... We shall see.

"Silence, fools. We are close to the inner sanctum."

The two mercenaries exchanged an annoyed look before continuing their path while Lunnara pretended not to notice. That's the thing about mercenaries, she thought, you can never trust them. You are an idiot if you do. Hopefully, these two would probably die by themselves soon. The temples of the Nuk'karu were dreadful and evil places, and those fancy probably robbed mail armours they were wearing would not make much of a difference against cursed truesteel of old, forged for demonslaying. Originally, the humans were four, not two, but the traps at the entrance had already halved their numbers and the surviving ones didn't seem to care that much for their lost friends. She had promised 500 imperial coins to the whole group, for them to share as they please, even though she didn't have that sum of human money.

If those two were to survive, she would gladly finish them herself.

You see, humans, she thought amused, that's the thing about us, dark elves: you cannot trust us. You are an idiot if you do.

It was so much fun enthralling humans, so weakly minded, so base in their lust. She hadn't even need to use her voice enchantments this time, just wear a slightly more tight corset to enhance her stout front and smile at their lame innuendos in that crude joke of a language that they spoke. The smiling was the hardest part, almost as bad as the smell of that tavern where she had hired them two days ago.

She almost laughed when she saw them unsheathe their swords and walk into the sanctum like they were prepared to face the horrors inside. In truth, they were not here to fight for her, they were here to DIE for her. Her magic was attuned to corruption, illusion, and mass , so she wasn't the best at defence. Sure, she had the spells to keep herself alive, to heal her own wounds and make her skin as hard as star metal, but that would just protect her skin, not her dress. She didn't want her dress ruined by some skeleton's rusty sword. It was a good dress and she liked it.

Having a meatshield was always better. It just made things go smoother.

When they got to the altar, the sorceress was quick to read the ornated runes at the base of the sarcophagus and she couldn't help but smile. She recognised the symbol of the black-winged . It is here, she though, and the promise of power made her nethers humid. Soon I will have a great dragon under my command, a true dragon of old, to do my bidding. I will build my tower here, at the heart of this human-infested lands, and soon all of those feeble worm-kings will fear the name of Lunnara Pendragon. All dark elves are born without a family name and have to earn and forge their own. She had chosen that surname, Pendragon, as a signifier of her soon-to-be source of power and as a mockery of the first human King of legends. That way, those lousy rats will know who is her new ruler. I will command this lands and forge their kin into an army of undying loyalty. And with that army I shall have my . This I swear.

The mercenaries circled the sarcophagus with caution, torches in one hand, swords in the other, and the fire of greed in their eyes at the sigh of so much gold piled in such a tiny place. 'Blondie and Blackie', she had called them, and she had a silent bet about which one would die first.

Alas, it was Blondie who turned out to be the fool. He got close to the altar and stepped where he shouldn't. An ethereal black lance suddenly flied across the room, directed to his chest, and the thing just went through the whole of him and continued his path to the opposite wall, where it shattered in cristal-like pieces that soon became a vaporous mist. Blondie's entrails touched the floor before the rest of him, and that squishy sound was the last he made. Lunnara couldn't repress a light chuckle from her mellifluous lips. Back in her home, such a would have been considered a fine form of comedy.

The other mercenary was frozen in horror.

"What are you waiting for? Go on" She said.

"But he..."

"He is dead. That's more money for you, remember?"

"Yeah, but..."

"That lance was a one use thing, and there are no guardians. It's just a sarcophagus. Open it" She commanded.

The man was , but he finally obeyed the temptress. He pushed the stone cover with and loud effort, until it fell to the floor with a crushing sound, revealing what was inside: the decrepit corpse of a Nuk'karu queen, the ancient long-dead race that fought and submitted both dragons and demons. She was covered in gold from toe to forehead, she wore a majestic crown with a black diamond the size of a fist on top. Her chest armor was deformed to contain what seemed to be a pair of gigantic boobs in life, but now they contained nothing.

But Lunnara didn't care about the armor, or the gold (maybe a bit about the crown, she may try it later). There was something far more valuable inside, between the corpse's legs. The Forge-egg of a Black Dragon, made not by natural breeding, but forged to contain the soul of a powerful, living and mature dragon inside a pocket dimension and with chants of supreme power engraved on its shell. And once freed, the dragon would obey whoever broke that egg and knew the words.

The human must have tough of himself as the luckiest man alive. He fell unto the corpse like it was an alive young woman, ready to be fucked, even though his intentions were closer to . He even played with the metal boobs like they were made of real flesh, while Lunnara observed amused. But then he touched the crown, he touched the black diamond, and that was the end of him. He screamed in pain and fell to the floor, where he began to convulse and die.

"That's a shame." She said. "You see, Nuk'karu treasures are always cursed. It's just a thing they liked to do, don't make it too personal. Tell me, are your teeth still intact?"

"I... I think so... I..." He barely mumbled.

"Then I'm afraid that it's your cock which will began to rot first. They always used one of those two back them. A shame, indeed. I was ready to give you a quick fuck before killing you, for all your hard work"

"You damn bitch... you dirty whor..."

"Yeah, I know" Lunnara pointed her finger at the human and a needle of dark energy materialised there as an extension of her nails. That needle passed through the human's neck and made a quick end of his pain. The Sorceress approached the now safe sarcophagus and looked upon her long awaited prize. At last, a source of true power... and it is all mine! She couldn't control herself anymore and just started laughing maniacally. This was her moment, the beginning of her reign of terror. The egg was hers. After all those years of search and miserable existence, the dragon was hers.

She just had to extend her hand and touch it.