The Gauntlet Thrown - Lord Bent's Manor Vol. 2
Copyright© 2025 by Commissum
Chapter 6
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6 - The second novel in the world of Lord Peter Bentencourt, an earth born magic user now living on the magical world of Kreven. Volume two continues after the events of the first novel, Fire and Ice. Beware, the ethics of Kreven are unlike those of Earth. Also, book one has a map of the Mirror Lake region.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Magic non-anthro DomSub Spanking Group Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Hairy Size
A mind dragon appeared in the center of the dragon portal. Peter was unable to immediately verify if it was the same one that had recently departed. The dragon glanced their way briefly before backing out of the portal. Moments later, the small worker dragon appeared. It was not alone as crouching beside it was a short humanoid female. Peter’s eyes widened as the female appeared completely naked, not even wearing footgear to protect her bare feet from the freezing portal stones. Despite this, the woman displayed no sign of suffering from the extreme conditions.
The mind dragon ignored the worker and the naked woman and turned, hissing loudly at One-Fang. Peter had no doubt that it was laying into the male dragon for having attacked the humans the moment it had been left alone. One-Fang cringed at the mind dragon’s rebuke but still snarled in barely suppressed anger. As before, the smaller worker dragon acted timidly and retreated away from both the humans and the larger, pissed-off male dragon.
Once it had regained domination over the larger dragon, the mind dragon turned to confront the humans. The mental frills ringing the base of its head once again grew fully erect and Peter felt the probing psychic energies wash over him. Commander Constance and Sala both spoke wards to reinforce their mind blocks. Peter kept his head lowered and tried to focus his thoughts on the task at hand. He mentally repeated the message they were trying to convey. It was simple: Trade information for the last egg.
The naked girl hadn’t moved since she’d arrived and still crouched near the center of the portal circle. As the mind dragon made its way to their side of the circle, it paused next to the girl, tilting its head strangely. Peter knew it was sending the female telepathic instructions and this was confirmed when the dragon resumed its approach with the woman now following.
The method of the girl’s motion almost caused Peter’s mouth to drop open. Instead of walking or running bipedally, the naked girl had dropped to all fours and began loping after the mind dragon like a pony. Even more peculiar was that she did so with grace, displaying none of the awkwardness of someone suddenly attempting locomotion in that manner. It was clear the girl had moved this way for most of her life.
“What’s this?” Peter hissed to the Mohennial as they stared at the girl’s strange gait.
“I suspect the female is our means to communicate clearly with the dragons,” Sala replied, missing the actual intent of his question. “The records say the dragons kept humanoid slaves, so therefore, they must have a way to communicate with them.”
“I saw as much when the mind dragon leaked its thoughts to me,” he confirmed.
“Indeed?” Sala asked speculatively. “What else did you see?”
“I’m still trying to process what I saw, Mistress,” he replied. “We’ll have to have a long talk about that later after I make some sense of it all.”
The Mohennial looked skeptical but nodded. “I look forward to that conversation, Lord Bent. But, regarding your original question, I suspect the naked girl’s odd gait is because she is mentally linked to the mind dragon.”
Peter watched the girl for a moment before nodding in agreement. He then whispered, “What’s your plan to get this exchange over with as quickly as possible?”
“The same as before,” Sala instructed. “You will take the last egg and meet the mind dragon in the portal. The Commander will go with you for backup. Remember, do not remove the net ward from around the egg until I tell you. If this strange woman is indeed the means to communicate with the dragons, send her back to talk with me ... alone. The mind dragon is to keep its distance from me at all times.”
“Afraid of it sifting through your thoughts?” he quipped before realizing that goading the Mohennial was probably not a good idea.
“Worse,” she replied seriously. “If it overcomes my mental defenses and takes control of my mind, none of you will survive the result.”
Sobered at the implications of her comment, Peter grabbed the final egg and began walking toward the portal. He wanted to get this over with as fast as possible and didn’t bother checking to see that the Commander followed. As he approached the mind dragon and its strange human companion, he forced his mind to relax in preparation for the coming mental invasion.
He could already feel the dragon’s mind questing towards him and the egg, so he continued mentally repeating the Mohennial’s message demanding information. When the mental pressure increased to an unbearable level, he switched to singing the lyrics to the earthly Puff dragon song as a distraction. His mental discipline wavered however, when the naked loping woman arrived and sat on her haunches like a dog.
Now that she was close, Peter realized that because of the way the girl held her head slightly downward and to the side as she moved, she might be blind. Her hair was also strange, long and black, without curls but also matted and very dirty. Much of it currently hung over the girl’s downcast face, and there were two solid-looking braids extending down directly over each eye.
As he and the Commander approached crunching through the snow, the girl confirmed his suspicion as she shifted her head back and forth tracking their movements audibly. As she moved, Peter suddenly realized that what he thought had been braids were instead foot-long growths protruding from each of the girl’s eye sockets.
Even worse, Peter observed that each growth was actually a living tentacle that twitched and wriggled independently. He watched in horror, as the two tentacles became erect, tracking first toward himself and then to Constance. The tentacles were actually dragon mind frills, similar to those circling the base of the mind dragon’s head!
“What the hell have they done to the girl?” he whispered, horrified.
“I’ve no idea,” Constance replied quietly from behind him. She sounded equally disturbed.
He had not realized at first that his horrified thought had been spoken out loud. And, with enough distance still separating them from the naked woman that their whispers should have been inaudible to normal hearing, the naked girl’s head had jerked as if she had understood them.
“The girl may be able to sense our thoughts,” he whispered again.
Constance didn’t reply as they walked the final few paces to arrive in front of the mind dragon. It studied them and for a moment, all were silent. Peter noticed that one of the tentacles protruding from the girl’s face was now swiveled toward the mind dragon while the other remained alternating between him and the Commander.
The mind dragon hissed, and Peter sensed it attempting to mentally probe the condition of the last egg. It hissed again and the naked girl quickly stood fully erect on only her hind feet. This close, Peter could not help but study the girl’s horrifying face and body. The erect bluish-colored mind frills continued to pulsate obscenely and he was reminded of the eyestalks of a snail or maybe the whiskers of a catfish.
He heard the Commander gasp beside him and turned to see that she’d stepped back away a few paces, her face betraying even more disgust and pity toward the blind girl. Noticing his frown, the Commander regained control of her emotions and hardened her expression, before looking at Peter ruefully. In response, the blind girl tilted her head, clearly curious at their byplay, but not seeming distraught nor having taken offense.
Peter forced himself to look past the parasitic tentacles to study the rest of the girl. From her size and the fact that she had abundant pubic and armpit hair, he estimated the young woman’s age to be around twenty, or, if younger, at least an older teenager well past puberty. As before, despite being exposed to freezing temperatures and now standing barefoot on the ice-encrusted portal stones, she appeared to be untroubled by the cold in any way.
In fact, her pale skin, though currently very dirty, was flush and pink as if warm, including even her extremities. Peter triggered his inner senses and saw that, in addition to the expected concentration of magical energies centered on each monstrous tentacle, there was a third pocket of concentrated magic located just between her small breasts.
He looked closer with his eyesight and observed a small lump embedded under an old, three-inch-long scar. From the flavor of the magic emanating from the lump, Peter deduced it was an embedded piece of frost crystal similar to the one he’d hidden in his cloak. The crystal was protecting the girl from the cold in the same way that his cloak was protecting him.
The girl’s tilted head turned toward him and she cleared her throat. “As you have demanded, Human, I have brought a means to communicate using sound.”
The girl’s voice was soft and she spoke with a strange accent, but her words were easily understandable. He puzzled over the accent before realizing that the linguistic magic most Krevens utilized to understand each other’s dialects as if it was their own was not acting to filter her speech. Even more strange was that as the girl spoke, her hands made wild gestures, almost erratic motions, not related to her tone or the words spoken. He was reminded of someone suffering from Tourette’s.
Peter looked from the woman, to the mind dragon, then back again, tracing the flow of the mental magic that linked them. The dragon was not acting to shield the linkage from his senses and he quickly deduced the words spoken by the woman were actually thought projections coming from the dragon.
“Ask your questions and give us the last royal egg,” the girl said next.
Royal egg? Now that was interesting. He glanced to the Commander’s widened eyes to verify she’d noted the comment as well.
“The Mohennial Sala has the questions,” he replied with an authoritative tone. Peter pointed back to where the mistress waited. “You will receive the egg once her questions have been answered to her satisfaction.”
He studied both the girl and the dragon to see how they responded to his instructions. Only the dragon reacted to his statement with any emotion which confirmed that it was simply using the naked girl as its speaking tool. Peter wondered how much, if any, of the girl’s mind remained intact beneath the dragon’s control.
The mind dragon hissed and this time the girl reacted by stepping back. Her body was tense as if she were suffering, and Peter wondered if the reaction was from the anger the dragon was now projecting or from her fear of it. Either way, he was sure she disliked her current situation.
“Let this Mohennial approach then, Human! Let it ask its questions!” the girl shouted.
She was now grimacing and the quivering mind frills protruding from her eye sockets remained fully erect. Peter observed that where the bluish appendages entered the girl’s skull there was now a blood-tinged discharge. This seepage began to trickle down the girl’s cheeks, adding an even more horrific element to the already gruesome display.
“The Mohennial wishes to keep her distance from you to limit any mental interference,” he explained carefully, trying to diffuse the dragon’s anger. “She instructs that you send your... speaking tool... to her current location. She would speak with it alone, away from your direct presence.”
The mind dragon hissed again and its tail lashed back and forth. On the far side of the portal ring, One-Fang reacted to the mind dragon’s heightened emanations by trumpeting another vocal bellow of displeasure. The worker dragon also began shifting back and forth as if anxious.
“Give us the egg, NOW!” the girl cried with an almost pleading tone.
Peter’s head throbbed as the mental command that the mind dragon had just sent had been openly broadcast. It had almost overwhelmed his own mind and he barely prevented himself from uttering the same words the girl had just spoken. He quickly formed mental blocks to protect his mind.
“No!” Peter replied forcefully. “We will not give you the final egg until we have the information we seek!”
The mind dragon hissed again, but it was weaker and Peter knew that the dragon was going to capitulate. After a moment it twitched its head toward the female. The girl awkwardly sidestepped a few paces away from him and Constance before dropping to all fours and loping off towards where the Mohennial and the still-hidden Tevi waited.
Observing the girl’s method of locomotion from such close proximity was fascinating! She moved as a quadruped with such ease that it had to have been ingrained into her from her youth. For a moment, he pondered the existence of the humanoid slaves the dragons kept in their realm. Flashes of the dragon’s stolen memories provided him some insights but left many questions and he resolved to delve deeper into the memories once this was over.
Peter watched the girl arrive next to the Mohennial and sit. They began talking but the pair was far enough away that he was unable to hear much of their words. As the two spoke, he focused his senses on the mind dragon. Its concentration was focused on the Mohennial and its speaking tool and mostly ignored him and the Commander.
Peter gently extended his mental awareness and probed the back-and-forth mental emanations traveling between the dragon and the girl. As he concentrated, he suddenly was able to understand the thoughts the dragon was projecting.
He looked to confirm if the Commander was also able to now hear the dragon’s thoughts but observed Constance hugging herself and stepping from one foot to another more worried about the cold. She was suffering and he hoped Mohennial Sala would soon have the information she sought so they could complete this exchange and return to the warmer lands of the south.
As Sala’s discussion with the dragon’s human surrogate continued, certain words began to be spoken with enough volume to be heard by Peter and the Commander. They were mostly words of anger spoken by the Mohennial as she kept rejecting the dragon’s attempts at answering her questions. Also, as he became more proficient at reading the ongoing mental exchange occurring between the naked girl and the dragon, Peter became aware the dragon was attempting to convince Sala the actions of the male dragon they’d killed a week ago were not the dragon Queen’s responsibility, but were instead due to the manipulation of some yet-unknown agent.
The mind dragon also claimed the dragon queen was as outraged over the actions of the rogue male as the Mohennial was. Peter deduced from Sala’s repeated questioning that details of her theorized human connection to the rogue dragon’s actions were sparse. This was the source of much of Sala’s anger and the dragon was growing frustrated at the sudden lack of progress.
“I don’t care!” he heard the Mohennial shout. “Your species will not escape punishment for these actions, even if it were due to some rogue element as you claim!”
The mind dragon’s tail lashed back and forth at it attempted to control its own frustration. Behind the portal, One-Fang crouched and began to move closer as if it expected hostilities to break out. Peter glanced to the Commander who looked back at him with wide eyes. If this turned ugly, they were standing on ground zero! Seeing her clutching her battle trident, he felt inside his own pocket where his focus wand was concealed.
After a long pause as the two sides attempted to control their emotions, the discussion resumed, but now the exchange was too quiet for Peter to overhear. The mind dragon’s mental traffic also became opaque as it more actively shielded its thoughts. The sudden lack of access to the negotiation disturbed Peter greatly and his curiosity almost overwhelmed his fear. Hopefully, Sala would summarize the exchange when this business was finished.
“Commander!” Sala called out suddenly. “Come assist me.”
Constance gave Peter a sympathetic look before jogging back to where Sala and the girl stood. Peter noticed that with the battle wizard’s departure, the mind dragon focused its attention back on him and the remaining egg. He saw its lashing tail become still.
“Don’t try it,” he said quietly, but in as menacing a tone as he could muster. “The egg still has a human net ward surrounding it. Taking it back across your portal with the ward active would be a very bad idea. Very bad!”
He felt the dragon’s mind probe intensify as it tried to interpret and verify his statements. It must have seen enough to believe his threat, as it abandoned its rash notion and turned its attention back to Sala and the girl. Peter then noticed that the worker dragon, which had previously remained near the back of the portal had stealthily moved to within only a dozen paces. He glared at it and pointed, causing the worker dragon to pause its slow advance for a long moment before reversing and retreating just as stealthily. Events had almost gone very badly for him!
The mind dragon suddenly jerked before turning toward him with a hiss. The retreating worker halted its retreat and began to approach again, this time at a run. Peter quickly extracted his focus wand and readied it for use. If he had to run for it, should he abandon the egg or attempt to keep it with him?
“Peter!” Sala called out. “I have learned enough to let the dragons have the second egg. Remove the protective ward so the egg can be safely returned to their domain.”
He exhaled in relief, and bent to follow the Mohennial’s instructions. As he worked, he felt the mind dragon’s presence as it approached very close to watch, looming over him both mentally and physically. The worker arrived and also hovered over him, its rubbery maw open and ready to grab the egg. Peter recoiled from the stench of rotten meat coming from its mouth.
The mind dragon sensed his revulsion and hissed in amusement, spreading even more of the foul odor. Peter glanced up to see two mouths full of sharp dragon teeth hovering only an arm’s span above him. If they decided to snatch the egg now, it would happen too quickly for him to react or for the Mohennial to defend him with a shield.
His anxiety rose and began to leak through his mind block. The mind dragon reacted to his growing fear with a mixture of excitement and morbid curiosity. It probed deeper into his emotional state until some of the dragon’s thoughts and memories began to leak back toward Peter. Through the disturbing images was an overpowering sense of pleasure as it savored his fear!
Peter forced himself to relax and restore his mental defenses. When the pressure on his mind eased, he returned to the task at hand, carefully rolling the egg around to remove the last of the physical netting. As he did so, Peter noticed something strange on the bottom of the egg. There was a fine line of sutures about six inches long crisscrossing the egg’s bottom! He recalled that the Mohennial had used similar stitching when she extracted fire crystals from the samandall back at the Vent.
He frowned, wondering why the Mohennial had performed surgery on the egg. The dragon noticed his sudden shift in emotions and intensified its probe. He scrambled to think of other things, but the mind dragon tunneled through his block and began sifting through his memories. Panicked, he began singing out loud as he struggled to regain control.
“Puff, the magic dragon ... lived by the sea!” he stammered.
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