Chapter 7

MAVLYNN

Chariscora Avalanche lounged on her pile of gold in her elfin form and looked down at Mavlynn with a smile that made Mavlynn think she might be the next one on the dinner plate – a large, empty, slightly greasy tray that another maid was taking out of the room as she stepped inside. The dragonness was dressed – if one could be dressed in an outfit that was almost more revealing by its presence than its total absence – in a filmy apron looking gown that draped over her breasts and just barely covered her groin, sprawling across her belly and lightly caressing her thighs. It looked if she moved at all, she’d flash essentially ... everything.

“I told you to go ham,” she said, her voice dry. “No, wait, that was not exactly my phrasing, now was it? What was it that I said?” She snapped her fingers. “Oh, yes! You are to butcher everyone who even tries to fucking touch you. Rip off their skin, pull their fingers out, gouge out their eyes, grow a cock and skullfuck them for all I care. I note, no skin, no fingers, no eyes, and no cock and worst of all, no skullfucking. You know you can get a dick any time you want, it’s in the brochure?”

“I did kill, like ... some of them!” Mavlynn said, blushing and wringing her hands.

“You dropped two of the codpiece wearing mooks at the fucking hospital, last time I checked, we were running a dragon clutch not a fucking Salvation’s Army,” Chariscora said, lifting her arms and resting them above her head as she glowered at Mavlynn.

“Listen, I...” Mavlynn blushed, then lifted her chin. “I confused them.”

Chariscora narrowed her eyes at her.

“I confused the enemy! Now, they won’t know what to make of us. Since I killed some, and I took some survivors to the hospital. Their intelligence wonks, their pet rogues, are going to be tearing their hair out over this.”

“It’s true, I would,” the cold, female voice of Rouge the Rogue spoke up from behind Mavlynn, causing her to jerk upright and spin around.

“How long have you been there!?” she exclaimed, while Chariscora ... started to laugh.

“Confusion! Confusion to the enemy!” she shook her head. “I can’t tell if you’re the most stupid fucking kobold I’ve ever owned or the smartest, Mavlynn. Rouge!”

“Ma’am?” Rouge asked.

“Send a gift basket to the streetsknechts, with a card, make my lovely daughter sign it personally,” Chariscora said. “Lets really give them something to chew on.”

“Ma’am,” Rouge said, clicking her heels, then turning and walking from the chamber, her shoes making quite a lot of noise for someone who could move so silently. As she vanished, Mavlynn turned back to Chariscora, who had started to stand. Somehow, the curvaceous older woman managed to keep every single part of her covered despite wearing what amounted to a sexy tissue paper. Her feet sent gold coins skittering along the floor as she walked down the pile and grabbed onto Mavlynn’s chin, lifting her head up and looking down into her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes slowly. Mavlynn felt like her every particle was being examined, all at once. Chariscora murmured, softly. “Next time, I expect you to follow my orders, kobold.” Her voice was soft and poured down Mavlynn’s ears like warm chocolate. Mavlynn had never felt lightheaded around another girl until right now – her head swam and her heart thumped in her chest as she tried to nod – whimpering as she felt the iron hard grip of the older dragon holding her in place. Chariscora leaned in. Her lips almost brushed against Mavlynn’s. “However ... you did do quite a good job ... do you want a reward, little kobold?”

“U-uh...” Mavlynn whimpered softly. She couldn’t keep it in. “Y-Yes...”

“Of course you fucking do...” Chariscora smirked, then pushed her away, leaving Mavlynn stumbling backwards. Mavlynn felt a bit like someone had smacked her in the face with a fish – and wasn’t sure if she was being rejected or- or ... or ... her eyes widened as Chariscora tossed her covering aside with a casual flick of one hand. Her breasts, full and dark brown, had just enough sag to give her a mature beauty, her nipples achingly hard and tipped with golden rings that glinted and glittered. She sighed as she brushed her hands through her hair as she strode, naked, back to the golden pile. She laid there, turning back to face Mavlynn. Her thighs spread and she gestured down to herself.

Her cunt was entirely on display: A gold ring through her clit, and a well maintained snarl of dark pubic hair leading down towards her sex – a landing strip just waiting for Mavlynn’s tongue. Mavlynn felt her throat go dry as she took a step forward, then another, then she was on her knees, her face buried between the dragonness’ thighs. She breathed in her musk and her head spun as pleasure burst inside of her brain – white fireworks crackling and quivering. She trembled and let out a soft squeak as she felt her cunt clenching on nothing, a tight grip as if she was being impaled. She gasped and panted, then breathed in, another warm hit of feminine scents. She trembled and then mashed her face against the dark brown thigh, feeling the faint folds of stretch mark, wrinkle, and beneath it, hardened msucle. Chariscora laughed huskily.

“I am not playing fair, am I?” she grinned, then snaked her legs around, locking Mavlynn in place with an ankle hooked over ankle. This ended up with Mavlynn’s ears squishing against thighs, her face pressed against the warm softness of Chariscora’s pussy. She couldn’t do anything but taste and lick and breathe in – and every breath that she managed to snort in was full of that delicious hazy scent. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Chariscora reached down, stroking her hair. “Do you like the aphrodisiac scent?”

“Mmhmmphmm!” Mavlynn mumbled. A tiny part of her flickered with resentment – a tiny bead that was hidden behind roiling flames of her lust. She didn’t need to be drugged to enjoy eating a pussy this delicious. Her tongue swept up and down and then thrust in as she felt herself extend and enhance her tongue. Inch by inch, she slid deeper and deeper inside of her dragonness mistress and every inch brought a new blooming of flavor. She closed her eyes and leaned in and that tiny bead of resentment sank beneath the waves of pleasure rocking her brain. She nuzzled into her mistress – and barely heard the door hissing open.

“Hey Mom, I was- hey!”

“Darling, I do love you, but ... ah!” Chariscora gasped, and her fingers gripped onto Mavlynn’s head, keeping her rooted there just as firmly as her thighs. “Mommy is busy.”

“Can I join!?”

Those three words were enough to shock Mavlynn out of her eager licking. She pulled back, but Chariscora didn’t let her go – not at first. Her legs tightened more and she groaned huskily – hissing a soft ‘ah fuck’ as she quivered, her warm juices spurting along Mavlynn’s tongue, sliding down her throat. Only after she had climaxed did she let Mavlynn draw back, head spinning with a need for oxygen and a warm glow of pleasure.

Mavlynn blinked white spots away from her head and saw that Sanditrash had decidedly gotten into the swing of things quickly, having tossed off her shirt and jeans and ... yes ... grown a rather impressive cock from between her thighs. The massive dick was elfin in shape, but she had thrown in a knot just for the hell of it, it seemed. However, as she took a step forward, Chariscora lifted her hand and said: “No.”

“No!?” Sand squeaked. “But-”

Her hand swept down to her cock. Mavlynn’s brain was currently so full of dragon pheremones that she was already starting to crawl forward – which is why Chariscora reached out, took a hold of her head, then brought her back to her thigh. There, Mavlynn kissed her skin, nuzzling her deliciousness as she murmured softly.

“Hey...” she whispered.

Chariscora talked over her head. “Whose name was on the check buying this kobold again? Hmm? Was it Sanditrash Avalanche?”

“Well, but-”

“Was it, honey?” Chariscora asked.

“ ... no...” Sanditrash sounded like her whole body was wilting. Mavlynn glanced up past the thigh she was currently nibbling on, licking, teasing her way back to that eager, eager pussy. This rapidly brought Sand out of her line of sight – but in that time, she saw that her head was hanging forward and her dick was practically slapping her belly with eager, twitching excitement.

“So, let Mommy enjoy her little fun, and you can have some sloppy seconds, how does that sound?” Chariscora said, petting Mavlynn’s head. “And maybe you can enjoy the fact I will be in a good fucking mood for once afterwards, yes?”

“Okay, fine!” Sand said, then turned and started to stomp out of the room – she actually grew a bit larger, just so her stomping made more noise. Mavlynn flushed and managed to get a word out beyond pants, whimpers, and a single syllable ‘hey.’

“S’okay,” she mumbled.

“What is that, little kobold?” Chariscora purred, stroking her head – her finger slipping down to tease the tip of Mavlynn’s ear. Mavlynn quivered and felt her own sex clench eagerly as she bit her lip.

“I-I mean ... I’ve been f-fucked by two dragons at once, a mommy daughter double tag doesn’t sound so bad...” Mavlynn mumbled against Chariscora’s knee, kissing her way up and down her leg, worshipful and needy. Chariscora laughed, then shifted around – her foot pressing against Mavlynn’s face and then pushing her gently onto her back. Mavlynn squirmed, forced to kiss and lick and nuzzle at the foot pinning her inexorably down to the ground. Chariscora had such raw strength that she could be utterly immovable, while not actually putting any kind of painful pressure on Mavlynn.

“Yes, but my lovely, stupid, one brain cell horny fuck of a daughter needs to learn how to control her dick for five fucking seconds,” Chariscora said, leaning back into the gold pile and lifting her foot away from Mavlynn’s face. She grinned as she sprawled there – clearly utterly confident that she was a goddess on a living world, able to do as she pleased. The frustrating thing was she was right. Mavlynn crawled on her belly, rolling around so she could resume licking first one toe, then another, nuzzling the shin – just this much contact with her dragon mistress made her head spin. She nuzzled against the inner edge of a dark brown calf, licking slowly up.

Chariscora sighed. “Mmm, do you want me in my dragon form?” she asked.

“Yes...” Mavlynn whispered, her hand sliding along her mistress’ leg. “I want to worship every inch of your scaled body, mistress.”

“I forgot how genuinely sweet kobolds get when they’re high as a fucking kite,” Chariscora said, chuckling. “You know you’re horny as fuck on my pheromones, right?”

“Mmmhmm...” Mavlynn licked up to her knee. How could a knee be so sensual. She looked up, along Chariscora’s generously cushy belly, past her gently sagging breasts, to her face – she had the face of an elf in her middle ages, and the eyes of a dragon who had been running Wyrm City for centuries. Her almond brown eyes glittered with wicked pleasure as she leaned her chin on her palm, regarding Mavlynn in the exact same way a dragon might regard any lesser two-legger.

“Do you mind, little kobold?” Chariscora purred.

“No, I love it!” Mavlynn moaned. “I love being so debased by you, by ... by you, being addicted to you, I ... fuck!” She leaned in, breathing in a hungry sniff off the inside of Chariscora’s thigh. Her head buzzed and she mewled. “I ... fucking hate it.”

Chariscora grinned, slowly. “What did you say?”

“I ... nnh!” Mavlynn closed her eyes. “I ... ah. It’s so hot. I hate it. Ah ... I feel like my skin is burning off, and ... I...” She grabbed onto her frilly dress. She had to rip her maid outfit off, she had to get more of her skin rubbing against Chariscora. But before her claws and her enhanced strength could tear into the cloth, Chariscora lifted a single finger and without even saying a word, it was like every bit of Mavlynn’s body locked in place. The idea of doing something without her goddess’ word was impossible. Unthinkable. Those dark brown eyes narrowed.

“Did I say you can take off your cute little fucking outfit?”

“Nn ... no...” Mavlynn whined.

“Exactly. I don’t have you wear a frilly little skirt and come fuck me pumps because they’re the most efficient set of clothing for a kobold,” Chariscora said, reaching down to tuck underneath Mavlynn’s chin, lifting her head up to examine her with cold, reptilian pleasure. “I have it because it gets me wet.”

Mavlynn shivered from the tip of her ears down to her toes.

“But you say you hate it,” Chariscora said. She narrowed her eyes. “Do you not like getting high as a kite on dragon musk and getting fucked silly? If so, you chose a real fucking unfortunate line of jobbing, little kobold.” Her finger twitched around Mavlynn’s eartip and Mavlynn mewled quietly. She quivered as she felt her panties getting even more soaked. Her cheeks burned as she looked up at Chariscora – and felt that second dragon in her brain rousing up. She couldn’t speak. Her tongue was too fat and she was too horny and the secrets were too big, too heavy. She blushed, hard, then mumbled.

“I, um...”

“Yes?” Chariscora asked, leaning forward, looking intent.

Mavlynn tried to get the words out. She felt the claws in her head – and what came out was.

“ ... I like getting brain raped!”

Chariscora blinked at her.

“I mean, uh, that is-”

“Consensual non fucking consent!” Chariscora laughed. “Oh you are a pervert! I love it!”

You little bastard! Mavlynn thought, trying to bury her mingled excitement and horror.

The tiny dragon in her head wriggled, clearly quite pleased with his handling of this near-miss situation.

You know those dicks are coming for you too, right!? Mavlynn thought as Chariscora stood, golden coins plinking as they broke contact with her skin – falling back into the pile. She sighed and stretched her arms above her head, flexing them as if she was a body builder – and that flex caused her brown skin to peel and split apart, like the skin of a banana. Glittering silver scales shone beaneth as her skin sloughed and fell aside, revealing that she had thick, heavy muscles flowing beneath those scales. Chariscora’s face fell forward, revealing a blunt muzzle and sharp teeth, supported by a thick neck. Her head was graced by curling horns, while wings flared, splattering more torn skin against the gold scales. The bits of skin that fell away dissolved into hissing mist as Chariscora stepped out of her shed elfin form and towered above Mavlynn.

She was still most emphatically a woman dragon – her breasts were large and imperious, tipped with dark metallic-gray nipples, hard and jutting and just begging for Mavlynn to lick and suck on them all day. But every sign of elfin age had been blasted away. Her body was slabbed with muscle and the only cush she had to her stomach was the slight fold of her abdominal muscles – her hips were wide, her ass was thick, her tail was long and sinuous, coming to a dagger shaped tip that dragged along gold coins behind her, clinking and clattering them to add an almost musical accompaniment to the drum line going off in Mavlynn’s chest as her heart tried to beat out of her sternum.

But what made Mavlynn’s eyes cross was the immense, draconic, silver cock that was thrusting between the older woman’s thighs. Heavy silver balls swayed from side to side as a cock big enough to hit internal organs brushed gently against Mavlynn’s cheek – even from a few steps away. Her jaw dropped and her nose flared as she took yet another warm hit of draconic pheremones. Her head spun fiercely and she wobbled and fell back onto her butt, her knees caught under her as she scrabbled at the floor to keep from completely collapsing.

“So, you say brain rape?” she asked, grinning. “I’ve always heard elf ears were erogenous.”

“I-I have dragons in there!” Mavlynn stammered. “For hacking!”

“Do I look like a silver who gives a fuck about other dragons?” Chariscora growled. “Or what a little kobold says?”

“U-Uh ... uh...” Mavlynn quivered.

“Heh, darling, it’s all play, don’t worry,” Chariscora said. “If you truly want me to stop, just say ... I don’t know...” she looked up, thinking. “Dragon Piss!”

Mavlynn nodded, her throat dry. The knot of fear in her stomach remained – she didn’t know her internal programming could go as hard and as wild as that. But now, she simply had to say dragon piss and she’d be nice and safe from that ... that long thick ... thick cock. And. Uh. Her nose flared as Chariscora prowled towards her with such slow, deliberate menace that her heart thundered in her ears. “N-No, uh ... p-please don’t ... put that...” She whispered, then blushed. “I mean, uh ... uh...”

Dragon piss! She thought, fiercely. Say dragon piss! ... let me say dragon piss!

And Mavlynn felt a tiny shrug inside of her brain – two of them, as the tiny dragons she had in her brains both managed to communicate that they had no idea what the hold up was. It wasn’t on their end, those tiny shrugs said.

Mavlynn then felt the utter and total mortification hit her.

She... actually wanted to be brain raped by Chariscora Avalanche. Somewhere, deep in her psyche, there was a tiny sadomasochistic part of her that wanted to be a squirming, wriggling victim, mewling and whimpering as a big brutal dragon dommy mommy had her total and absolute way with her slender elfin ass. And worse? That part had awakened the moment, the instant she had known that she could ask for Chariscora to stop at any time. The realization that she was, in a way, the one who was truly in control now, that she could simply ask and it would all end, allowed her the freedom to-