Pleasure of another type was taking place in the bedroom two floors above. The servant girl was quite adept in the art of fellacio; Alaryn had never felt this ecstatic, nor had his pleasure sustained this long. He moaned and sank deep into his satin pillows, delighting in the feel of the servant's lips along his cock when the screaming began.
Alaryn's ears pricked up at the sounds of his sister's banshee pleas. He sighed as he stood, tying his silver tunic shut at the center of his well-muscled chest. The servant girl looked disappointed, perhaps fearful.
"You did nothing wrong, pretty one," he said, stroking her cheek as he retied the sash on his black breeches. "I will return; wait here." She nodded.
"Sister," he said, reaching for his jeweled rapier, "what have you gotten into now? Or rather, what's gotten into you?"
He moved quickly but dispassionately, his black boots near-noiseless on the spiraling stone stairwell. So used to saving her from the summons-of-the-moment, he barely thought anything of it anymore. He brushed the single blonde lock of hair out of his eyes as her cries led him downstairs, toward the castle dungeon. Strange, she never liked being there before.
Urgently, he threw open the dungeon door. "Alarya? What..."
The sight of his sister took him aback. She looked like Alarya, but her eyes...her skin...a tail? And the massive red dragon atop her, rutting her like a common animal!
He raised the jewel-encrusted blade, leveling the tip at the dragon's torso. "Cease this debauchery!" It sounded odd coming from his lips, especially since the scene had him strangely aroused.
The dragon turned his neck back, eyeing the lone warrior. "No." He slowly dismounted her, turning his bulk to face this new threat.
The sorceress felt so empty without the dragon, and she stumbled wearily in search of him, of his cock. Voices penetrated Alarya's conscious mind; familiar voices. It was hard to concentrate; her womb and anus ached so, and sounds echoed very strangely through her ears...
"Sister! Flee, now, while you can!"
"She does not wish to flee," the dragon laughed. "She belongs to me, and I to her. Isn't that right, Alarya?"
The noble warrior watched in disbelief as his sister climbed back underneath the dragon, flicking aside her reptilian tail before weakly impaling her shaken body on its cock once more.
"Yessss...we...are...one..." Her hair began to fall away as she did so, exposing ears that bore sharp points and divided cartilage. She hissed and moaned with fresh penetration, seemingly oblivious to the stretching of her humanoid ears into the frills and fins of draconian ears.
Her brother stood in total shock, unsure of what to do. Behind him, a dainty figure swayed into the room, naked and silent.
Alaryn felt a hand slide under his sash and grip his stiff penis, as another gently moved his sword arm aside. He closed his eyes in delight as he was stroked, thoughts of fighting pressed far aside as he discarded his blade.
His sister looked at the scene through the haze of lust, seeing her servant girl Titchara stroking his erect penis. She worked her tongue provocatively inside the folds of Alaryn's ear, vigorously enough for Alarya to see it had forked. The servant girl looked to the dragon with eyes of deep gold. "What sssshall I do with him, Massster?"
"He is yours, fledgling." Titchara smiled lustfully, and eagerly dropped to her knees and yanked his breeches apart to suck him properly.
The dragon turned his attention back to Alarya, sinking his thick phallus deep inside her. "I summoned your servant here by telepathic control moments ago. As you see, she is becoming a dragoness, too. Though she will hold great power over humans, she will be bound to serve us. Perhaps your brother will make a suitable mate for her, eh?" The dragon's triple testicles began to clench against Alarya's bare ass.
The sorceress could barely process this revelation. All she knew was that the dragon was going to cum soon.
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