In a secret realm, Elarion and his dragon Lyra explore the limits of pleasure and submission. Amidst blue flames and dancing bodies, Lyra surrenders to her master's desires, while Elarion watches with satisfaction. How far will they go in their game of power and passion?
The air in the secret kingdom smelled of sweet smoke and unfamiliar spices, a perfume that tangled the senses like a promise of sin. The walls of the hall, carved from black stone veined with gold, gleamed in the light of torches that burned with blue flames, casting dancing shadows over the bodies that moved between them. Elarion, the magical judge, strode forward with a confident stride, his dark cloak billowing behind him like a mantle of authority. At his side, Lyra, his chocolate-scaled dragon, walked with the feline grace of a predator, her hips swaying with each step, her tail coiling around her thigh in anticipation. Her eyes, golden like ancient coins, glittered with a mixture of submission and hunger, knowing exactly what her master had planned for her.
There was no need for words. Elarion halted in front of a group of goblins huddled around a stone table, their laughter high-pitched and their green hands stained with cheap wine. Among them, one stood out: a greenish-skinned, compactly muscled male, whose member, thick and twisted like the root of an ancient tree, stood proudly between his legs. The judge wasted no time. With a smile that was pure malice, he slid his hand down Lyra's arched back, feeling the scales prickle beneath his touch before sinking his fingers into the firm flesh of her rear. The dragon let out a strangled moan, her body responding instantly, the muscles in her legs tensing.
"Spread those legs wide, my darling," Elarion whispered, his voice a hypnotic purr that brooked no reply. Lyra obeyed without hesitation, parting her thighs until the cool air of the hall caressed the damp heat between them. The judge didn't keep her waiting. With precise movements, he guided the goblin's thick member to his dragon's tight entrance, rubbing the slick tip against her folds before beginning to thrust, inch by inch, stretching her hole until the first ring of muscle gave way with a wet sound. Lyra gasped, her claws digging into the stone table in front of her, her tail twitching as the initial pain melted into a dark, deep pleasure.
"There you are, my good girl," Elarion murmured, his fingers tracing circles on her back as the goblin, with a throaty growl, began to move. Each thrust was a reminder of her submission, the green member sinking to the hilt in her ass, stretching her in a way that made her feel full, used, owned. The other goblins closed in, their eager hands caressing her thighs, her breasts, her horns, as the one penetrating her increased the pace, his hips slamming against Lyra's buttocks with fleshy sounds that echoed in the hall. She moaned unabashedly, her mouth parted, saliva trickling down her chin as the inner fire of her dragon nature began to burn beneath her skin, moistening every inch of her body with an oily sheen.
The goblin didn't last long. With one last brutal thrust, he drove himself in all the way, his contracting balls releasing his hot seed inside her. Lyra felt the thick jet filling her, marking her, and a shiver of satisfaction ran down her spine. Elarion, ever attentive, missed no detail. Before the goblin's member softened, he withdrew it with a swift movement, letting the semen drip down Lyra's thighs, mixing with the sweat and the fire that now licked her skin like a second layer of desire.
"Good," the judge said, running a finger along the crease of her bottom, collecting the sticky fluid before bringing it to his lips and savoring it with delight. "But this is just the beginning, darling."
She didn't have time to recover. With an almost imperceptible gesture, Elarion guided her to another corner of the hall, where a human adventurer, with sun-tanned skin and scars that told tales of battle, was leaning against a column, his cock already hard and throbbing in his hand. The man looked at her with eyes filled with lust and contempt, a combination that always ignited something primal in Lyra.
"Another dragon slut ready to kneel," the adventurer spat, gripping his member tightly. "Let's see how well you suck, beast."
Elarion didn't intervene. He just watched, his lips curling into a satisfied smile as Lyra, with feline grace, knelt in front of the man. The fire burning beneath her skin intensified, beads of sweat evaporating instantly, leaving her body glistening and slick. Without preamble, she opened her mouth and engulfed the adventurer's cock deep in her throat, her lips sealing around the base as her hands settled on his thighs, digging her claws in hard enough to draw trickles of blood.
The man grunted, his hips thrusting forward mercilessly. "That's it, slut, choke on it," he gasped, gripping her head in rough hands, forcing her to take every inch of his length. Lyra didn't resist. She let him use her, letting her mouth become a hot, wet hole for his pleasure, feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum mix with the fire burning in her throat. The adventurer wasn't gentle. Every thrust was a punishment, his cock hitting the back of her throat again and again, but Lyra only moaned around him, her watery eyes looking up in mock submission that aroused the man even more.
"Fuck, what a good whore you are," he growled, his movements becoming erratic. With one last thrust, he came inside her, his thick, hot cum flooding her mouth, slipping over her lips as she swallowed obediently, not spilling a drop. The adventurer pulled out with a wet sound, his cock still throbbing, but already softening. He didn't have time to recover. Other men approached, their members hard and eager, and Lyra, ever obedient, welcomed them all.
First came a bearded dwarf, whose short but thick cock sank into her throat with ease, her hands tangled in his horns as he moaned in a guttural language. Then, a silver-haired elf, whose slender but long member made her gag, his hips moving with an almost cruel precision. One after another, the men used her, their hands in her hair, on her breasts, on her tail, as she received them with the same devotion, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion, her mind floating in an ecstasy of submission.
When the last of them came inside her, leaving her mouth full and her body covered in sweat, semen, and teeth marks, Lyra could barely stand. The men fell around her, exhausted, some fainting, others simply panting, their bodies empty and satisfied. Only then did Elarion approach, his presence a balm amid the chaos.
"My perfect, precious dragon," he whispered, kneeling before her. With tender hands, he wiped her face with a silk cloth, drying the tears, the semen, the sweat. Every touch was a caress, a reminder that no matter how much they used her, she would always be his. Lyra melted beneath his touch, her body still trembling, her mind clouded with pleasure and fatigue.
Elarion said no more. He simply took her in his arms, lifting her as if she weighed no more than a feather, and carried her from the hall, leaving behind the slumped bodies and the smell of sex and sweat. The secret realm faded behind them, the black stone walls dissolving into nothingness as they crossed the threshold into his divine realm.
There, under a starry sky that existed only for them, Elarion laid Lyra on a bed of black silk, her body still glowing with the last vestiges of the fire. He leaned over her, his lips meeting hers in a slow, deep kiss, savoring the mixture of semen and dragon that still lingered in her mouth. When he broke away, her smile was pure promise.
"Rest, my love," he murmured, caressing her cheek. "Because this isn't over."
And as Lyra closed her eyes, her satisfied smile reflecting the starlight, they both knew that the magical judge always kept his promises.