Eldritch Quest part.05

   That sense of needing to train has driven Dorkaring far from the sights of normal people, out into the deep woods not far from where the compass tells him another gem is to be found. There is a small village here, he has stayed incognito for a few weeks. The sense of urgency to find the gems has faded somewhat; for while his honor was insulted this shadow witch seems to have mostly vanished; but it remains that he is in need of training for there are clearly monsters out there he cannot defeat by hand nor blade.

 

   He has heard stories from the villagers that out in the forest there is a large round adamantine boulder resting at the bottom of a winding trail up a hill. According to legend great fortune will fall upon the one that manages to push the boulder to the top. Dorkaring had scoffed at this story, save for now out in the woods he has happened upon a waterfall, with a winding trail, and a large round ball made of adamantine. He shrugs and says, “why not, good training.”

 

 

  He nearly pushes the ball over the side a few times, however he manages to make his way all the way up, and finds a weird bear standing there. It doesn’t look right, like friendly rather than a vicious predator.

 

  “Why thank you kind sir,” says the bear much to Dorkaring’s surprise, “I have waited many a generation for a hero to complete my task, here kind sir is your prize.”

 

   From a glow of light a diamond gem appears, “Here is the gem of Strength,” says the bear.

 

  Dorkaring had not expected to find another gem, let alone by accident, having left the compass in his board in the village had not realized his training had gotten him so close to its location. Or that retrieving it would be nearly as easy as the one he just picked up from Tavaris.

 

   “Well,” says Dorkaring, “it’s not like there is any rush to get these things. Stupid witch ain’t done shit in weeks.”

 

   He does not know that eyes are watching him, eyes of shadows that slither like eels through water, shadows with the heads of griffins.

 

 

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     “So,” says Rhulan sitting atop Dorkaring’s castle, “enough time has passed for even this oaf to forgive and forget a slight against his honor in a tavern. All this time and effort and he begins to treat this quest as child’s play. Well…I suppose I have not exactly played the part of villain very well. It’s not as if this world is really worth conquering…not that I’d have the time or necessity to do something like that anyway…however…perhaps a seeming of such…” a wicked smile crosses the sorceress’s face.

 

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   In the dark of night the queen sleeps, her ample bosom rising and falling with each breath in her massive royal bed. She does not see the figure in the window, the woman in black clothes and cape, Rhulan. Rhulan *snaps* her fingers illuminating the room with a tiny sphere so bright that queen Catherine is awakened by it.

 

   “Who are you?” demands the queen.

 

  “I hear,” says Rhulan stepping into the room, “that you have a thing for dragons?”

 

  Catherine blushes and angrily says, “Get…Get out, GUARDS!”

 

  “Asleep,” says Rhulan as her cape transforms into large black dragon wings.

 Her eyes turn red as she walks heel to toe towards the bed, a black reptilian whip of a tail with a black tuft at the end forms behind her, her arms become black reptilian claws, and two spiral horns form from her temples as she approaches.

 

  “Who…wh…what…are…you?” asks Catherine.

 

  “The Dragon of Cataclysms,” says Rhulan, “known as Rhulan,”

 

 Rhulan crawls onto the bed, her body increasing in size by a small fraction as her clothes melt away and her skin turns into black scales with a snake like belly, save for her breasts which are now also covered in black scales, only with a stiffness like that of a statue.

 

   Catherine blushes as this draconic woman hovers over her, Rhulan’s claws digging into the bed spread and mattress.

 

   “b…but…” stammers a blushing Catherine that is gorgeous amalgamation of woman and dragon, “you…you’re a woman?”

 

   Rhulan leans down, her neck a bit longer than it should be for a human but not so noticeable as such, a long forked and prehensile tongue flicks out around the queens jaws, under her chin, and over her lips like a petal. Catherine opens her mouth, the forked tongue teasing the tip of the human’s own tongue.

 

   Rhulan growls and rips away the covers, Catherine lets out an excited *eep*, and pauses as she sees exactly what she hoped to see, between the dragon’s legs, despite the feminine frame, emerges a dragon’s penis.

 

   “I…” whispers Catherine, “have never done it face to face with a dragon before…”

 

  She gasps as Rhulan enters her, the sorceress speaks no more, growling and purring like a beast as she pumps her metamorphised phallus into the queen of this castle. Her growing back claw legs rip through the mattress as the changing dragon body is awkward in this position, shredding the bed to give her a better posture, even with the queen’s legs wrapped around Rhulan’s scaly body. She changes and grows while they fuck, her face now fully a dragon’s her hair a mane, the only semblance of humanity being the presence of breast mounds and a basic human like shape for a bipedal dragon. It would seem impossible that this woman is taking a creature nearly as large as a horse, but she is, and loving every second of it, her screams of passion and extasy heard throughout the castle alongside the roars of the dragon beast within her room by the castle guards, night staff, and the other staff being awoken from their on-premise abodes. The well lit room of the queen’s chamber magically projecting a shadow play of the entire scene inside onto the sky for all to see for miles. Rhulan had not placed any sleeping spell on the guards, instead a mystical barrier prevents entry.

 

   “That is enough,” says Rhulan pulling out as she ejaculates into the queen. The queen is huffing on the bed.

 

   Rhulan flicks her wrist and the shadow puppet show vanishes, as does the projection spell for the screams, not that she needed that. The guards bust into the room the very second the barrier spell is down. They stop in terror at the sight of the torn up room, dragon’s wings do not spare the furnishings around them, the bed, and their queen lying on top the mess with a strange almost human like dragon standing above her with a dripping cock.

 

   The dragon smiles, a most unsettling thing to see and steps towards them, in an instant in darkness changing back into Rhulan.

 

  “I have a message for Dorkaring,” says Rhulan to the guards, “tell the lazy prince that I Rhulan the sorceress he seeks and wishes to fight…have fucked his mom.”

 

   “Get out!” orders the queen.

 

  “I am going,” smiles Rhulan.

 

  “Not you!” shouts Catherine surprising everyone, “the guards, can’t you see I am entertaining a guest! Now leave my chambers at once! And inform the palace cleaning staff to be in this room first thing in the morning.”

 

   Catherine waves her hand, magically making the door close as the guards leave.

 

  “A sorceress?” asks Rhulan

 

  “How else could I take a dragon,” says the naked and disheveled queen.

 

  She rummages through the damages dresser and pulls out a dragon dick strap-on dildo.

 

  “Something I created with my alchemy.” Says the queen putting it on and turning.

 

  “You aren’t going to leave before I return the favor are you?” asks the queen.

 

  Rhulan raises her eyebrow, “you do know I plan to fight your son right?”

 

 “Don’t care,” says Catherine walking up to the taller Rhulan the strap on slapping around Rhulan’s inner thigh, “He pisses people off all the time, so how about double fucking his mother to really piss him off? Only I don’t think I can take that dragon again, but…please…keep the wings and tail.”

 

   Rhulan smiles, her clothing vanishes as the wings and tail return, “gladly,” dragon wings envelop the queen as they share a passionate kiss and return to what remains of the bed.