Dreaming of Power's Destruction: Chapter 3
Warnings for: Unabashed porn, rape, sex as a weapon, and general ouchies.
Chapter 3
The dragon had not changed in the fifty years since Nina met him. He still possessed a long, hairless, sinewy body covered in scales. Of course, his substantial age still showed on his face, deep crags spread from the corner of his eyes to the centre of his face, the skin loosening from the fine bones of his face. The wrinkles seemed not to deter the two women’s affections though, as they were still sleeping at his side. The three sleeping individuals were covered by a large bear pelt that also served as the dragon’s main covering during the day.
His dark eyes opened as the siren bounded in and jumped onto the large bed with a cheerful “Hello~o!” The ‘o’ lasted so long that the two mortals woke up, confused as to their surroundings now that the dragon’s seduction spell had worn off. The siren saw them and started to sing:
“Out! Out! Out of bed!
Come on you sleepy heads
Get dressed and run along
And you shan’t remember what went on!”
When his bedmates had gone on their way, Mrr glared at the siren blearily. Unintimidated, she twirled around, showing off her sodden ocean-blue blouse and a short black skirt. “Krasnar was nice to me today!” She bubbled, jumping on top of the dragon. “He said I looked pretty and introduced me to Cammy. I think she’s a shifter because her face seemed to change ever once in awhile and her skin had funky colours and she reminded me of Hyassy actually but weirder but that’s probably ‘cause Krashy is an ass. Did you know she existed because you’re mean for not telling me!”
“What’s this about Krasnar being… nice?” The dragon rumbled, putting on the bearskin. He needed all his wits to drag information out of the siren and ward off excess chatter. “Beginning.”
“Well, I went to visit the fish, dolphins, whales, tortoises, turtles, nymphs, the merfolk, the giant skid, the kraken (annoying bastards), the seahorses colony-“
“Which led you close to Krasnar’s territory.” The dragon rumbled.
“-and I saw that the River was all icky because Krashy let the stupid humans throw things in it. They’re so self-absorbed sometimes it makes me wonder how people like Matt were brought to life without being corrupted because he was such a sweetie- why did he have to di~ie!” She looked at him tearfully.
“Humans are humans.” The dragon said soothingly. “Now, about the demon.”
“Well I went to see Krashy and a bunch of people started to say I was ugly and I ran because they were so loud and their hate made me cold so I ran into Krashy and he didn’t throw me out and even offered me food. He looked annoyed when Cammy came out of a room but I don’t know why. She must be strong because she was coated with magic without a taint of humanity... Can I have her as a pet?”
“She is strong, even you should be careful around her and Krasnar. The demon is not nice unless he’s doing something unspeakable and wants to cover it up.”
“But Cammy’s my new best friend!” The siren protested, digging her elbows into the dragon’s stomach accidentally.
“She will try to kill you if Krasnar orders it. I don’t know how he controls her but she always follows orders.”
“But my magic protects me so I’ll be fine.”
“Just be careful, okay?” Mrr said forcibly.
“Mrr, you’re such an old geezer.” The siren sniffed. “I’m going to go visit Icy, at least she’ll appreciate my outfit.”
The dragon looked vaguely pained. “Tell her I’m sorry.”
“You always tell me that and she always answers that you should say that to her face so she can claw your eyes out and feed you your own genitals. Why?”
“It’s a private thing.”
“Mrr~rr!”
“Go!” He growled calling power to himself. He didn’t like using his magic on the siren, she was the closest thing to a daughter he ever had, but this was one thing he refused to share with her. His eyes closed as she left the room, muttering about cranky old dragons that really needed to go swimming for a few days and watch the coral reefs.
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The sphinx woke up to the sound of sucking. Bright light played upon her closed eyes, whorls and blots of colour penetrating the lid. Her mind felt sluggish and it took a few minutes for her to fully open her eyes. Sound entered her awareness, sharpening it despite the soothing fog that permiated her body. She was facing a large flatscreen TV which displayed two naked humans, one male and one female. The female actually had the male’s penis in her mouth and was playing with it, the source of the sucking sound.
Looking away, she spotted the demon on the same sofa as earlier. He appeared undisturbed by her blank stare as he grinned cheekily at her. She dimly remembered his question and his hospitality afterwards. She tried to move away but failed. Manacles bound her to the wall, spreading her arms and her legs, even going as far as to bind her tail. When she tried to break free, they did not even groan under the strain. ‘This stupid body’s weaker than my true form.’ Moving her thoughts forward was difficult; the thick fog in her mind seemed to dissipate whatever focus she could manifest. ‘I’ll just… What’s going on? Why can’t I change back?’
The demon’s voice accompanied the last two questions, taunting her. “Try as much as you want, you can’t change. You can’t escape.” She glared at him, trying to get angry but the fog in her mind seemed to say ‘don’t worry’ and ‘relax’. “My answer’s the same.” She managed to say, feeling panicked beneath the fog.
“All the more fun for me.” The screen changed to two lions in the rut. ‘Ttrying to appeal to my other side.’ She thought.
The sphinx watched emotionlessly as the male mounted the female, preferring the display on the screen to the demon’s smirk. As the lion planted his seed, she felt something warm her insides. Gradually, the scene changed to two African women, beautiful by their culture’s standards and in the sphinx’ eyes.
It took the sphinx awhile to realize the pheromones permeating the air were her own. Her arousal made no sense; she never liked provocative photographs or videos, being displeased with humans in general about their fantasy’s, never understanding how porn was supposed to enable such a reaction. The realization that the demon had managed to trap her in a lust spell without her noticing helped clear some of the fog.
Still, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her so she watched the television and tried to find a plot to the story. Another couple were in a rut now, two beautiful boys that were fully aroused, one sliding in and out of his partner to bring them both to their climax. Though the sphinx did not particularly like human boys (they were mere children really), she was amazed at the pleasure they received by abusing their bodies and she felt her groin start to throb.
Biting her lip proved able to distract her slightly, allowing her to keep her head as her body fought against her. She concentrated on the metallic taste of blood, aggravating the tear to liberate more blood in order to block the scent of arousal. This worked for a few minutes until the cut healed, leaving her to stare at a new pair of elven boys. A third, older elvish man joined them.
“How did you learn how to design the spell that sealed away the unmagic?”
The sphinx forgot about the demon as her hormones went into overdrive, suffocating her mind with a cloud of lust. She suddenly wished Ilee was with her, the ice-queen’s presence would either abolish her desire or give it a chance of fulfilment. She was barely aware of the needful sounds she was making, trying to relieve her frustration without being able to move. Her body seemed to be on fire, making her sweat to try and return to a homeostatic level. The threesome on the television screen were now in position, the younger of the two boys inserted his penis into the other boy, making them both gasp. The older man stroked the two lovers, cupping the penetrating boy’s balls and stroking the other’s cock.
The sphinx watched, struggling against her bonds with all the strength in her false form’s muscles. She was starting to worry the demon actually. She had never shown much physical strength in front of him before and now the manacles seemed to be weakening. He sent out a wave of power, a signal for Camelia to enter.
When she entered the room wearing the same dress as earlier, she was not herself. Her skin was of the palest snow, shades of baby blue swirling along with it. Her face was sharp, perfectly symmetrical and she carried herself like a queen. Hyacinthia stopped straining at the sight, nostrils flaring to capture the ice-queen’s scent better. “Aziza.”
“Beautiful.” Camelia said tonelessly, standing a mere foot away. “I would love to know how that mind of yours works. To figure out how to bind unmagic…”
“You know it was Nina who put it all together.” The sphinx gasped, straining forward, trying to get close enough to touch.
“I actually miss that one.”
“Which is why you stopped Mrr from freezing her subconscious in time and made him put her under a sleeping spell instead, I know! Just fuck me already Aziza!”
“Stand back, Camelia.” Krasnar ordered, eyes flaring bright red as he thought. He put his hands on his subordinate’s hips, raising her skirt. He forced her to bend over as he unfastened the top of his pants. She trembled in his arms. This is for coming here earlier against my orders. He whispered in her mind.
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Fooled by the demon’s illusion, Hyacinthia saw Mrr mount the terrified Ilee and felt a dagger penetrate her heart. The former nymph appeared to be in pain, grimacing as her body’s stress grew with each thrust. Sympathetic pain made the sphinx’ crotch throb. She insulted the 'dragon' constantly, saying how she can’t believe he’d do this again, not after what he said. After what seemed like forever, he withdrew. The ice-queen fell, semen dripping from between her legs.
Smirking at her furious face, he went in front of the sphinx and angled himself to accommodate for her position. She howled in fury upon penetration as pain spread from her aching crotch to her brain. She bit his should and felt dark, warm blood in her mouth. It only seemed to arouse him.
She hated herself for coming in the end, considering her body to be a traitor. “I hate you I hate you I hate you!”
Krasnar took his own form, licking her tears with relish. She gasped, dread filling her as the fog lifted. The demon smirked. “You gave me the key to the spell, kitten. To reward you, I’ll kill Mrr.”
The sphinx shuddered, eyes going to the convulsing form on the ground. “Aziza…” Camelia looked up, tears running down her face. She knew, gods help her but she knew.
And then the sphinx was no more.
Prologue *** Chapter 1 *** Chapter 2 *** Chapter 3 *** Chapter 4 *** Chapter 5 *** Chapter 6
Chapter 3
The dragon had not changed in the fifty years since Nina met him. He still possessed a long, hairless, sinewy body covered in scales. Of course, his substantial age still showed on his face, deep crags spread from the corner of his eyes to the centre of his face, the skin loosening from the fine bones of his face. The wrinkles seemed not to deter the two women’s affections though, as they were still sleeping at his side. The three sleeping individuals were covered by a large bear pelt that also served as the dragon’s main covering during the day.
His dark eyes opened as the siren bounded in and jumped onto the large bed with a cheerful “Hello~o!” The ‘o’ lasted so long that the two mortals woke up, confused as to their surroundings now that the dragon’s seduction spell had worn off. The siren saw them and started to sing:
“Out! Out! Out of bed!
Come on you sleepy heads
Get dressed and run along
And you shan’t remember what went on!”
When his bedmates had gone on their way, Mrr glared at the siren blearily. Unintimidated, she twirled around, showing off her sodden ocean-blue blouse and a short black skirt. “Krasnar was nice to me today!” She bubbled, jumping on top of the dragon. “He said I looked pretty and introduced me to Cammy. I think she’s a shifter because her face seemed to change ever once in awhile and her skin had funky colours and she reminded me of Hyassy actually but weirder but that’s probably ‘cause Krashy is an ass. Did you know she existed because you’re mean for not telling me!”
“What’s this about Krasnar being… nice?” The dragon rumbled, putting on the bearskin. He needed all his wits to drag information out of the siren and ward off excess chatter. “Beginning.”
“Well, I went to visit the fish, dolphins, whales, tortoises, turtles, nymphs, the merfolk, the giant skid, the kraken (annoying bastards), the seahorses colony-“
“Which led you close to Krasnar’s territory.” The dragon rumbled.
“-and I saw that the River was all icky because Krashy let the stupid humans throw things in it. They’re so self-absorbed sometimes it makes me wonder how people like Matt were brought to life without being corrupted because he was such a sweetie- why did he have to di~ie!” She looked at him tearfully.
“Humans are humans.” The dragon said soothingly. “Now, about the demon.”
“Well I went to see Krashy and a bunch of people started to say I was ugly and I ran because they were so loud and their hate made me cold so I ran into Krashy and he didn’t throw me out and even offered me food. He looked annoyed when Cammy came out of a room but I don’t know why. She must be strong because she was coated with magic without a taint of humanity... Can I have her as a pet?”
“She is strong, even you should be careful around her and Krasnar. The demon is not nice unless he’s doing something unspeakable and wants to cover it up.”
“But Cammy’s my new best friend!” The siren protested, digging her elbows into the dragon’s stomach accidentally.
“She will try to kill you if Krasnar orders it. I don’t know how he controls her but she always follows orders.”
“But my magic protects me so I’ll be fine.”
“Just be careful, okay?” Mrr said forcibly.
“Mrr, you’re such an old geezer.” The siren sniffed. “I’m going to go visit Icy, at least she’ll appreciate my outfit.”
The dragon looked vaguely pained. “Tell her I’m sorry.”
“You always tell me that and she always answers that you should say that to her face so she can claw your eyes out and feed you your own genitals. Why?”
“It’s a private thing.”
“Mrr~rr!”
“Go!” He growled calling power to himself. He didn’t like using his magic on the siren, she was the closest thing to a daughter he ever had, but this was one thing he refused to share with her. His eyes closed as she left the room, muttering about cranky old dragons that really needed to go swimming for a few days and watch the coral reefs.
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The sphinx woke up to the sound of sucking. Bright light played upon her closed eyes, whorls and blots of colour penetrating the lid. Her mind felt sluggish and it took a few minutes for her to fully open her eyes. Sound entered her awareness, sharpening it despite the soothing fog that permiated her body. She was facing a large flatscreen TV which displayed two naked humans, one male and one female. The female actually had the male’s penis in her mouth and was playing with it, the source of the sucking sound.
Looking away, she spotted the demon on the same sofa as earlier. He appeared undisturbed by her blank stare as he grinned cheekily at her. She dimly remembered his question and his hospitality afterwards. She tried to move away but failed. Manacles bound her to the wall, spreading her arms and her legs, even going as far as to bind her tail. When she tried to break free, they did not even groan under the strain. ‘This stupid body’s weaker than my true form.’ Moving her thoughts forward was difficult; the thick fog in her mind seemed to dissipate whatever focus she could manifest. ‘I’ll just… What’s going on? Why can’t I change back?’
The demon’s voice accompanied the last two questions, taunting her. “Try as much as you want, you can’t change. You can’t escape.” She glared at him, trying to get angry but the fog in her mind seemed to say ‘don’t worry’ and ‘relax’. “My answer’s the same.” She managed to say, feeling panicked beneath the fog.
“All the more fun for me.” The screen changed to two lions in the rut. ‘Ttrying to appeal to my other side.’ She thought.
The sphinx watched emotionlessly as the male mounted the female, preferring the display on the screen to the demon’s smirk. As the lion planted his seed, she felt something warm her insides. Gradually, the scene changed to two African women, beautiful by their culture’s standards and in the sphinx’ eyes.
It took the sphinx awhile to realize the pheromones permeating the air were her own. Her arousal made no sense; she never liked provocative photographs or videos, being displeased with humans in general about their fantasy’s, never understanding how porn was supposed to enable such a reaction. The realization that the demon had managed to trap her in a lust spell without her noticing helped clear some of the fog.
Still, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her so she watched the television and tried to find a plot to the story. Another couple were in a rut now, two beautiful boys that were fully aroused, one sliding in and out of his partner to bring them both to their climax. Though the sphinx did not particularly like human boys (they were mere children really), she was amazed at the pleasure they received by abusing their bodies and she felt her groin start to throb.
Biting her lip proved able to distract her slightly, allowing her to keep her head as her body fought against her. She concentrated on the metallic taste of blood, aggravating the tear to liberate more blood in order to block the scent of arousal. This worked for a few minutes until the cut healed, leaving her to stare at a new pair of elven boys. A third, older elvish man joined them.
“How did you learn how to design the spell that sealed away the unmagic?”
The sphinx forgot about the demon as her hormones went into overdrive, suffocating her mind with a cloud of lust. She suddenly wished Ilee was with her, the ice-queen’s presence would either abolish her desire or give it a chance of fulfilment. She was barely aware of the needful sounds she was making, trying to relieve her frustration without being able to move. Her body seemed to be on fire, making her sweat to try and return to a homeostatic level. The threesome on the television screen were now in position, the younger of the two boys inserted his penis into the other boy, making them both gasp. The older man stroked the two lovers, cupping the penetrating boy’s balls and stroking the other’s cock.
The sphinx watched, struggling against her bonds with all the strength in her false form’s muscles. She was starting to worry the demon actually. She had never shown much physical strength in front of him before and now the manacles seemed to be weakening. He sent out a wave of power, a signal for Camelia to enter.
When she entered the room wearing the same dress as earlier, she was not herself. Her skin was of the palest snow, shades of baby blue swirling along with it. Her face was sharp, perfectly symmetrical and she carried herself like a queen. Hyacinthia stopped straining at the sight, nostrils flaring to capture the ice-queen’s scent better. “Aziza.”
“Beautiful.” Camelia said tonelessly, standing a mere foot away. “I would love to know how that mind of yours works. To figure out how to bind unmagic…”
“You know it was Nina who put it all together.” The sphinx gasped, straining forward, trying to get close enough to touch.
“I actually miss that one.”
“Which is why you stopped Mrr from freezing her subconscious in time and made him put her under a sleeping spell instead, I know! Just fuck me already Aziza!”
“Stand back, Camelia.” Krasnar ordered, eyes flaring bright red as he thought. He put his hands on his subordinate’s hips, raising her skirt. He forced her to bend over as he unfastened the top of his pants. She trembled in his arms. This is for coming here earlier against my orders. He whispered in her mind.
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Fooled by the demon’s illusion, Hyacinthia saw Mrr mount the terrified Ilee and felt a dagger penetrate her heart. The former nymph appeared to be in pain, grimacing as her body’s stress grew with each thrust. Sympathetic pain made the sphinx’ crotch throb. She insulted the 'dragon' constantly, saying how she can’t believe he’d do this again, not after what he said. After what seemed like forever, he withdrew. The ice-queen fell, semen dripping from between her legs.
Smirking at her furious face, he went in front of the sphinx and angled himself to accommodate for her position. She howled in fury upon penetration as pain spread from her aching crotch to her brain. She bit his should and felt dark, warm blood in her mouth. It only seemed to arouse him.
She hated herself for coming in the end, considering her body to be a traitor. “I hate you I hate you I hate you!”
Krasnar took his own form, licking her tears with relish. She gasped, dread filling her as the fog lifted. The demon smirked. “You gave me the key to the spell, kitten. To reward you, I’ll kill Mrr.”
The sphinx shuddered, eyes going to the convulsing form on the ground. “Aziza…” Camelia looked up, tears running down her face. She knew, gods help her but she knew.
And then the sphinx was no more.
Prologue *** Chapter 1 *** Chapter 2 *** Chapter 3 *** Chapter 4 *** Chapter 5 *** Chapter 6