The Tomb of the Golden Knight

• Chapter 11 in the Chronicles of the DragonRider

It was the first time she had ever flown across the sea... or, for that matter, crossed a sea in any way. Below, the endless blue stretched on in all directions, broken occasionally by a playful dolphin or whale. She had heard travelers speak of certain types of fish, to the far south, who would leap out of the water entirely, and fly for several yard - but apparently, they were too far north to encounter those. Quite a sight, eh? Blake said telepathically. Yes... it's like the grasslands out to the east, where we met the Horse-People... only blue, and even BIGGER! Wonderment resounded in her mind. Have YOU ever been to the ocean before? She asked. Yes, once..._he answered, _Inferand told me stories about it, and I decided to fly to the nearest shore and see for myself.

They were cruising a lot lower than was really wise, but both of them wanted to get the most out of the experience. On the other side, there are other lands... I've heard the stories. She mused, remembering the marketplace storytellers of her childhood. I hope our quest doesn't require us to go to any of those..._Blake groused. _Reaching this island won't be a problem, but crossing an ocean, with no place to land for rest? I'm not sure I could manage that - and I doubt we would be able to find a ship willing to carry me._Remembering a while back, on a hill outside Silverdale, where he had surprised her by magically disguising himself as a boulder, she asked; _Couldn't you just use an illusion to get aboard a ship? Blake snorted. To get aboard, sure. But I can't keep something like that up indefinitely, and from what I've heard, crossing the ocean by ship takes weeks, even months. Realizing that she should have seen that problem herself, she telepathically transmitted her embarrassment, and got a warm laugh in return. Don't worry about it, Anitra. You're a warrior - you are not expected to be fully familiar with the ins and outs of magic, especially since most forms of magic will leave you unaffected.

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Before Anitra could formulate a reply, her sharp eyes caught sight of a white spot on the horizon. Blake had seen it too. Is that our destination?_He asked. _Probably. Head in closer, and let's take a look... Anitra answered, leaning down closer to his scaly hide as he increased his speed, and his altitude, to give them both a better look. It was time to stop chit-chatting, and get down to business. Judging from the information provided by Lezard Valeth, the Tomb of the Golden Knight would be a proverbial cakewalk, but if her adventures so far had taught her one thing, it was that nothing EVER turned out as expected. Still, it certainly looked easy... the most problematic thing about the Tomb was its unreachable position - a remote island, surrounded by dreadful reefs and a perpetual, magical fog-bank. Any ship trying to land there was inevitably shredded, its crew either killed or marooned. Naturally, for someone whose principal mode of transport was airborne, that was a non-problem.

The impossible-to-reach island had been chosen as the site of the tomb quite deliberately, or so the legends would have it... the Golden Knight was a giant of myth, who had supposedly fought both dark gods and demons, and most of the legends agreed that he had been buried with his powerful, magical equipment intact, as well as a great treasure in gold and gems, granted by grateful kings and emperors. Had his tomb been in a place that was even remotely accessible, it would have been looted ten times over by the greedy and power-hungry. The island, however, had resisted all attempts to penetrate its secrets - indeed, until Cassius Novack had revealed the position to everyone who would listen, the very location of the island had been unknown for centuries. Anitra, of course, knew that it was not truly Cassius who had discovered the hidden island - but an older explorer, Lutan, who had not sought to take credit for his discovery, preferring that it remain hidden.

How Lutan had managed to reach the island, however, remained a mystery. It had long since become clear that the ancient adventurer had been resourceful in the extreme, penetrating places both mysterious and lethal, only to emerge unscathed. This island was no exception - in addition to the perpetual fog-bank, it was also surrounded by an invisible, but powerful, magical sphere, as many wizards had discovered to their misfortune. It seemed to dissolve most spells on a touch, causing those empowered by flight-spells to plunge into the sea, driving griffins and other flying beasts crazy, and even eliminate protective spells designed to render small boats capable of sailing across the reefs unharmed. Every now and then, another adventurer or wizards would try some new way to reach the island in one piece, but so far, none had returned alive. It was only through magical scrying, and high-flying scouts, that it was even known that the Tomb indeed stood on that island.

Anitra, however, felt confident. Not only was there no known magic powerful enough to affect the mind of a dragon - Blake had also recounted stories told to him by Inferand, claiming that the Golden Knight had been a friend and ally to dragonkind, and that some dragons occasionally visited his tomb to pay their respects. If a dragon could pass through the barrier unharmed, a rider could certainly do the same...

Hang on... Blake signaled her telepathically, before subtly shifting the angle of his wings to catch the powerful updrafts that the sea provided. He felt Anitra's thighs squeeze around his neck as they rapidly gained altitude, and smiled slightly at the feeling of closeness. He knew that most dragons adamantly refused to let 'lesser' beings ride them, and that only a handful of particularly powerful warlords, wizards, and emperors, had ever wielded enough might to force a dragon into such a position... but now, as he flew across the world with Anitra on his back, he had a hard time seeing why it had to be thus. Certainly, Anitra was sitting on his back - he could easily feel her hands and her thighs through the thin, flexible scales of his neck - but that did not mean that he was in any kind of subservient position. He well understood the pride that caused the other dragons to refuse to serve as steeds, but why was it that they were so set on the idea that being ridden was the same as acknowledging the superiority of your rider? He knew that not only would Anitra do anything he asked of her - she's also sacrifice her own life to protect him, unlikely though such a situation might be.

...but would he risk HIS life to save Anitra? Would he sacrifice himself to help her? The thought had not occurred to him before this moment, and it bounced around in his head until, blessedly, Anitra broke him out of his reverie. _I see it! The mausoleum! Look, there, in the side of the mountain!_Blake quickly swept his thoughts aside, and focused on the task at hand. Sure enough, there it was - a magnificent building, that much was obvious even from such a distance. White marble, accented with gold filigree, plenty of decorated columns and arches... to say that it was set into the side of a mountain was, perhaps, a slight exaggeration - it was, indeed, a rather small mountain, as mountains go, but still large enough to contain a fairly large complex of chambers, if the tomb was carved into the cliff - as seemed almost certain.

Flying several yards above the permanent fog-bank that surrounded the entire island, both Blake and Anitra felt a brief tingling as they passed through the magical barrier. Both experienced a brief bout of nervousness, until they had reassured themselves and each other that there were no apparent effects of the age-old enchantment. The island, apparently, welcomed both dragon and rider. Returning his attention to the mausoleum below, Blake spotted what looked like a circular courtyard. The stones were laid in a pattern resembling a stylized dragon, and it didn't take him many moments to realize that it was not merely an ideal landing zone - it was an _actual_landing-zone, designed specifically for dragons to land on, and large enough to accommodate even a full-grown red or gold.

Blake went into a steep dive, aiming at the plaza, and Anitra felt their speed grow rapidly. The wind pulled her hair upwards, flapping wildly, as she lowered herself close to Blake's neck, holding on tightly to his scales. As a DragonRider, she almost instinctively knew how to hang on to Blake during even the most insane stunts, and she was never struck by vertigo or queasiness - indeed, Blake had once reflected that he probably wouldn't be able to throw her off if he tried. She was, in a very literal sense, BORN to ride a dragon.

As Blake, true to form, pulled out of his dive in the last second and backwinged to a smooth landing, Anitra let out a loud shout - carrying no words, but reverberating through the air with the sheer joy of flying through the skies on the back of her beloved Blake... "WOOOOO-HOOOOO!!!" Blake, who enjoyed wild stunts just as much as she did, replied with his own, ear-splitting roar, before settling smoothly on the ground. Craning his neck around, he faced Anitra, and saw the wild joy play through her inhuman eyes. Moving on an instinct as old as time, their heads flew forwards, and their lips locked in a hot kiss, tongues intertwining. For several long moments, the lovers were lost to the world, isolated by their mutual joy of flying...

Then, their lips parted again, and they both smiled that special kind of smile, that only lovers locked in passionate embrace really knows how to produce. No words, spoken or telepathic, were necessary. Reluctantly, Blake tore his eyes away from the delicately-shaped face of his rider, and focused on the huge mausoleum that stood before them. From the plaza, it was easily reached by a broad road paved with marble and edged with fluted columns. As Blake walked down the road, his claws clicking loudly on the hard surface, Anitra briefly wondered where they'd gotten all that marble from - certainly it seemed unlikely that the island had held even a tenth of what they'd used. Then she remembered the power of the island's magical barrier, undiminished through millennia, and realized that with that much magical power available, freighting marble from quarries on the mainland would have been child's play.

"Lots of preservational magic 'round here..." Blake mumbled, his head swiveling rapidly as he took in the surroundings. On most of their previous destinations, they had received more-or-less hostile receptions, and he realized - somewhat belatedly - that their roaring and shouting upon landing would have attracted the attention of anything on the island that had a pair of ears. Anitra nodded, noting the faint, almost invisible, glow of the surrounding pillars and even the marble beneath their feet. Such magics were entirely passive, protecting the objects in question from wear and tear, so though her eyes could perceive magical enhancements, it had taken her a long time before she started noticing those. Looking ahead, however, she realized that the entire tomb was glowing as well - and quite strongly at that. "What's up with the mausoleum?" she asked Blake, trusting to his instinctive understanding of magic. "Protective enchantments. VERY powerful, it seems..." he grunted, narrowing his eyes. The external bits and pieces were merely protected from the elements and everyday wear and tear, but the actual tomb seemed to have been hardened well beyond that.

While Anitra perceived enchantments as simple light, allowing her to rapidly sense - and react to - potentially dangerous magic, Blake's sense of it was much more sophisticated, and something he could no more describe to Anitra, than he could explain colors to a blind man. Reaching out with that sense, he carefully dissected the nuances of the magic inlaid in the ancient marble building, and came to an unpleasant conclusion. "It's basically indestructible. Whoever laid those enchantments had power to burn - nothing short of a god would be able to even make a scratch in it." Anitra sighed. "And the only entrance is too small for you. I get the picture." He nodded. "Aye... once you go in there, you'll be on your own - I won't be able to get in there to help you out. It's getting to be a bad habit, huh?" "Yeah... but, I'm used to it. I can look after myself... and, if what my mother has told me about tombs is true, anything I encounter in there is likely to be undead, which I don't consider a major threat."

Blake came to a stop right in front of the tomb, curiously regarding the life-sized statue of the tomb's owner that stood directly in front of the doors, while Anitra agilely slid down his flanks, and started picking through his saddlebags for the supplies she needed. The statue showed a young man with a handsome face, wearing a suit of full plate armor, the helmet held in the crook of his left arm, while the right rested on the hilt of an immense, two-handed greatsword. Made out of marble like the rest of the structure, the armor and the hair was adorned with gold filigree, and the eyes were made from a pair of sky-blue sapphires. Blake idly wondered if the model had indeed been that handsome, or if the statue was idealized in honor of his accomplishments, before turning to regard Anitra, who had put some basic supplies into her backpack and slung it across one shoulder.

"Be careful in there." He said simply. She nodded, and they shared a quick kiss, before she walked briskly up to the mausoleum's wide set of oaken double-doors. Neither one of them were greatly surprised when the doors swung open on their own accord as she approached, and she turned to give him a quick wave, before continuing into the shadowy tomb. The doors swung shut behind him, and Blake flinched as he felt the building's enchantments sever their telepathic link. Not that it mattered a lot - he wouldn't be able to help her in there anyway. With a sigh, he decided to fly a quick sweep of the rest of the island, both to check for any threats, and - if the island had any fauna large enough to bother with - to pick up a light snack. As he started beating his wings, however, he noticed something inscribed on the base of the statue, using the peculiar, angular script common back when the tomb had been built:

SIEGFRIED SCHTAUFFEN

THE GOLDEN KNIGHT

TRANSCENDING HISTORY AND THE WORLD

A TALE OF SWORDS AND SOULS

ETERNALLY RETOLD

THE LEGEND WILL NEVER DIE

Blake regarded the inscription for a couple of minutes, trying to puzzle out what it could mean. Then, with a shrug, he took to the air. It probably wasn't important, anyway... and even if he figured something out, he wouldn't be able to tell Anitra.

Initially, Anitra found the tomb to be nearly as inviting as the automatically-opening door had suggested. Regularly-spaced glowing globes illuminated the marbled halls, while mosaics covering the walls depicted the various battles and accomplishments of the Golden Knight. The place seemed pristine, untouched, as if it had been closed by its builders only hours ago. There was not even a bit of dust in the corners, and certainly no indication that any other adventurer had ever entered the place. Clearly, old Lutan had been true to form, and left the tomb untouched as he passed through it.

However, the hospitality became short-lived... soon, she found the path dividing into 3 identical paths, each covered with mosaics and lit by glow-globes, with no indication as to which led to the sarcophagus. After contemplating the paths for a brief while, she shrugged and simply continued straight forwards. 20 steps down the hall, the floor suddenly disappeared below her, and only her inhumanly-sharp reflexes allowed her to catch the edge instead of taking a long fall unto some nasty spikes - which, her draconic eyes informed her, had been treated with magic to ensure that even enchanted armor like hers wouldn't be any protection. Once she'd crawled up, a quick assessment of the hole made it clear that she wouldn't be able to jump across to the other side, and so she returned to the divide, and picked the left path instead.

This time, she noticed the trap before she triggered it. The protective spells covering the walls, and the enchanted glow-globes, served to create a sort of ambient, magical glow which made it hard to pick out specific enchantments - but the one that would trigger the trap, was an 'active' spell, and she realized that she could, somehow, tell the difference. However, this active enchantment covered the entire floor for several yards forwards... experimentally, she took the rope from her backpack, and threw a coil of it into the glowing area of the floor - an action that was instantly rewarded by several dozen razor-sharp spears shooting out of both walls, covering the passageway both high and low far enough ahead to ensure that if anyone had ventured down the passage, at a saunter or a dead run, he'd be impaled on the spikes. Once again, the familiar glow of piercing enchantments greeted her from the spike, a mute reminder that even the best armor in the world doesn't mean a thing if you're not careful.

Grinding her teeth, she proceeded back to where the path divided and picked the last remaining passage. As she walked, she kept a careful eye out for any triggering enchantments, raised floor-tiles, or other suspicious areas, while also keeping her muscles and reflexes coiled like a tightly-wound spring in case she wound up triggering a trap again. Nothing happened, however, as she proceeded down the hallway, finally ending up in a square room, covered with more mosaics, while a large statue in the middle of the chamber depicted the Golden Knight standing, with his sword raised, over some fallen demon. A quick glance around the chamber told her two things: Firstly, the mosaics seemingly depicted, in great detail, the same battle whose conclusion was shown in the statue. Secondly, apart from the doorway she just entered through, 3 other doorways - one in each wall - led out of the chamber. This second fact caused her to rapidly test the limits of her swearword-collection.

Seeing no other options, she sighed and continued down one of the other passageways, hoping that she'd be due for a bit of luck, and maybe pick the right passageway by sheer mischance. As she carefully watched the walls for signs of traps, she noticed that the mosaics seemed to depict the Golden Knight fighting the Giant of Blades, a terrible demon whose immense sword was said to be capable of cutting through a castle wall. It struck her as odd, since she remembered a marketplace storyteller in her hometown regaling listeners with the famous tale of the Giant's Fall... at the hands of the clever scoundrel, Jack-of-Blades. Musing on this, she failed to notice the trap in time to avoid it. She did, however, hear the 'sssching' as an immense, sickle-like blade shot out of the wall, cutting through the tunnel at waist-height, and her reflexes allowed her to jump in time. Her inhuman musculature, meanwhile, allowed her to jump high enough to avoid having her feet severed at the ankles. As she fell back to the ground, she rapidly rolled back, out of the reach, as several more blades shot out of the walls, cutting through the air at higher and lower levels, as if to ensure that neither crawling on the ground, nor crawling on the ceiling, would allow an intruder to pass.

With yet another close brush with death to her name, she went back to the chamber, and picked another path, this time being careful not to pay too much attention to those damnable mosaics. Her luck, however, held this time, and soon she emerged in a new chamber. This one was not carved out of marble, but instead out of the mountain itself. The domed ceiling of this man-made cavern represented a gradual change of style from the entrance, as well as signifying that she was gradually penetrating deeper into the mausoleum. While idly glancing at the statue in the center of the room, which depicted the Golden Knight's fight with the necromancer and warlock, Mortanagh - one of his most famous battles - she wondered how long her luck would hold out. Each of the traps she'd encountered so far would have killed her, had she been just a tad slower or less observant. This room, too, had 3 exits, and if her experiences so far were any indication, 2 of those would lead to more death-traps. If she kept choosing randomly, her luck would run out sooner or later... there had to be some sort of pattern.

She spent nearly half an hour inspecting the 3 exits for some sort of indicator, but still she found nothing. The statue in the center of the room yielded no clues either, except for the fact that it had been wrought by a superbly-skilled craftsman. Finally giving up in disgust, she once again picked a path at random, and proceeded with all senses alert. She found, however, that the new 'style' of the tunnels, made it much harder to keep an eye out. The ceiling was domed and fluted, in a style not unlike that used in the great cathedrals of old, and while both floor and walls were carved skillfully from the stone, the only perfectly flat surface was those everpresent mosaics - thus, in the irregularities of the walls, floor and ceiling, there seemed to be ample space to hide triggers and traps.

Despite her earlier resolution, she found herself watching the mosaics again. This time, they seemed to depict the Golden Knight fighting a large group of Gargoyles in some sort of castle... as the story told by the mosaics continued, she recognized the setting... the Haunted Castle of He Fei, which was abandoned by its ruler after a slighted wizard cursed all the carvings that adorned the castle to come to life and attack its inhabitants every night. It was a classic 'spooky tale' from the far east, often told amongst kids, and it was indeed from one of her old girlfriends that she'd heard it. And if her memory served, the curse had eventually been broken by the Taoist master-magician, Zhuge Liang... the Golden Knight had not been involved.

Realizing that she'd once again allowed herself to be pulled into a reverie by the artfully-crafted mosaics, she angrily shook her head and refocused on the tunnel. She'd already walked a long way, but no traps had been triggered... maybe she'd finally gotten a lucky hit. Yet, something in the back of her mind kept saying that there was something wrong, and it didn't make matters better that monstrous stone-carvings began to appear near the roof of the tunnel, seeming eerily similar to the ones from the tale depicted by the mosaics. Carved as artfully as everything else she'd encountered in this mausoleum, they seemed more like petrified monsters than carvings, crouched as they were along the top of the tunnel, like hideous vultures over a ripening meal.

Finally, the tunnel ended in a small room - but, she realized the moment she entered, the door she'd just come in through was the only door. There wasn't any statue of the Golden Knight in the room either - instead, a particularly large and monstrous-looking Gargoyle was crouched on a pedestal in the center, while dozens more were set along the entire edge of the chamber's roof. And for once, there were no mosaics on the wall. With her feeling going from bad to worse, she quickly turned around, only to see a massive stone door thunder down to prevent her escape.

Next thing she knew, something heavy hit her in the back, throwing her to the floor. With catlike reflexes, she flipped back to her feet, turning to face her assailant...it was the statue she had noticed when she entered the room! Having jumped down from its pedestal, it was now snarling at her, sounding similar to two pieces of granite grinding against one another. Its eyes seemed to contain no spark of intelligence... her mind rapidly replayed everything she'd heard about living Gargoyles. Partly alive, partly animated statues, they needed neither food, nor water, nor even air, and did not age... however, they were supposedly possessed of a cruel and sadistic intellect, delighting in tormenting their victims, often devouring them alive despite not needing nourishment...

Around her, she heard more grinding snarls as the gargoyles surrounding the room started moving as well, crawling, jumping or gliding down from their perches. They, too, acted no different from feral beasts... then, it struck her: This tomb had been sealed for thousands of years. With the exception of Lutan, it seemed likely that no adventurers had penetrated this deeply into the tomb since it was built, and these creatures had been placed here to protect it. Millennia of inactivity and isolation had caused these vile creatures to regress into true monsters - slavering beasts incapable of coherent thought or communication.

However, as the monsters closed a circle around her, surrounding her with a ring of stone, it became clear that they were still capable of basic tactics... probably on a purely instinctive level, but problematic nonetheless. She wasn't sure how long it'd take her to chop down the stone door barring her way, but the way things were looking, it seemed quite certain that the gargoyles wouldn't even give her a chance to find out. Like a pack of wild hounds, they'd surrounded her, snarling and screaming as they clawed the floor, creating both deep marks - a testament to the strength of their claws - and a terribly high-pitched whine.

She was still trying to formulate a useable tactic for dealing with them, when the first attack came - straight at her back, of course. Sharp claws cut across her shoulder and down her back where, blessedly, her dragon-scale armor held, preventing the majority of damage. The cut across her shoulder, however, still made her wince as she swung around and struck at her assailant. Her ensorcelled blade bit deeply and easily through the stony hide, severing an arm at the elbow, and scratching across its chest. The beast, however, hardly seemed to notice, as it coiled back for another attack.

As if released from a spell, all of the gargoyles sprung into action, leaping at her back and sides, with claws and fangs at the ready. Twirling around, she cut several down in mid air, often splitting them in halves at the waist, but the remainders were entirely unmoved by the fall of their comrades, and for each one she destroyed, three others got in hits on the unprotected parts of her body. Soon, smarting wounds covered most of her skin. Finally, one swift-moving gargoyle hit her in the back of the knee just as she was pirouetting to hit another, and her balance was thrown off, causing her to stumble. This was the moment they'd been waiting for. 5 gargoyles leaped at the same time, pushing her to the ground with their collective weight.

She landed on her stomach, with a gargoyle holding down each of her limbs, and the last squatting on her back, forcing her head into the stone floor. Their hands, she noticed, were rough, with a texture similar to granite. She had expected them to just tear off her head the moment she fell, but instead, the keening around her took on a different note...the surviving gargoyles closed in around her, looking down at her with hungry eyes, and as her eyes widened, she saw their groins open like stone portals, allowing monolithic stone staffs to slide out. She knew that Gargoyles were considered partially 'alive', but she hadn't imagined that they'd actually be equipped for mating...

Sandpaper-like claws closed around the sides of her dragonscale panties, pulling them down. The two gargoyles holding her legs momentarily released them to let the panties pass, and she took the opportunity to deliver a couple of good kicks - which had no effect whatsoever on their stony hide, sadly. She had been raped before, and she knew what came next... left with nothing else to do, she merely prayed that their dicks would have a somewhat smoother surface than the rest of their skin, shivering at the thought of what a rod with the same texture as those hands, would feel like inside her most sensitive parts.

One of them bent down over her, and she felt a stiff and hard - but blessedly smooth - shaft poke at her groin. The hands that closed around her slim waist, however, were no less rough than the rest. Considering the position she was in, it was almost a surprise how easily he found her pussy, but find it he did, and the shaft slid easily into her. A chilling realization came to her - the fact that these creatures were able to rape her so efficiently in their presently devolved state, could only mean that they'd had SIGNIFICANT practice with doing exactly that, back when they still had some intelligence.

Despite the situation, she couldn't help but find a certain pleasure at the unfamiliar sensations in her groin. 'Rock-hard' was a term that often got bandied about in reference to male sex-organs, but these guys had the real deal. The shaft was perfectly straight, smooth like polished stone, and utterly, unyieldingly hard. The thickness and length left something to be desired for a girl who'd enjoyed the attention of dragons and unicorns, but she always did enjoy new sexual experiences... and it certainly beat getting your head ripped off.

As the gargoyle behind her started to thrust forcefully into her, she couldn't restrict a few pleasurable moans. The gargoyles around her, however, completely ignored her - too bestial to care whether she was screaming in joy or in pain. Finding herself helpless for the moment, and recognizing the potential for a turn-around if this continued, she simply relaxed and surrendered herself to the pleasure...

Her pussy, growing rapidly moist with her rising pleasure, provided ample lubrication for the smooth invader. The conical head easily spread the subtle flesh, and at the end of the first stroke, he was buried in her up to the hilt, his rough-skinned loins smacking up against her ass. If he was surprised at her pliability, he gave no signs of this, and merely pulled back for another, forceful thrust. Around the hardened member, her vaginal muscles contracted futilely, sending strange sensations rippling through her.

Another thrust thundered home and he quickly picked up the pace, easily screwing her with all his strength despite the awkward position. Whenever his loins banged into her ass, the force of it would push her groin into the floor, grinding her tender clit against the floor, creating renewed floods of mixed pain and pleasure. Her hardening nipples, forced into the floor by the weight of the gargoyle sitting on her back, were also stimulated by the motion, while her nipple-rings clanged noisily against the ground.

She came before he did, screaming out her pleasure shamelessly, safe in the knowledge that these beasts couldn't tease her about it. A few seconds later, however, she felt something blast from the tip of his cock, coating her insides... but it didn't feel like sperm. It was cold and smooth, and felt strangely metallic... could it be that these rocklike creatures used quicksilver for their bodily fluids? If so, she could probably thank her draconic resistance to poisons for her continued survival - and sanity.

As he pulled out, she heard the heavy dribble as the mercury-like substance ran out of her pussy, covering the ground. Its coldness made her shiver as it touched her thighs, but she didn't have much time to worry about that before the next gargoyle in line stepped up to the bat - or rather, up to her ass. No differently equipped than the first one, he slid into her even easier with the now-plentiful lubrication. Since she was starting to get used to the strange sensation of the rocky dicks, he didn't managed to bring her off before he shot his load, but when he was replaced by yet another within seconds, the second orgasm soon hit.

However, when that one got his rocks (heh) off and left, something changed... she heard the footsteps as the next one stepped up, and they were different - heavier. With a gargoyle still sitting on her back, she couldn't look back properly, but she knew what was coming, anyway. It was the big one, the one she'd seen posing in the middle of the room when she first entered, the one that had first knocked her down. He was easily twice the size of his lesser brethren... in how many ways remained to be seen, she reflected as she heard him kneel down between her legs.

The tool she soon felt poking at her groin certainly felt bigger and wider by far, than those the others had been packing, but there was more to it than that... his longer legs and her being flat on the floor made the angle more than a little awkward. He was stubborn, though, growling quietly under his breath as he stabbed at her rear end repeatedly. His hard stone member smashed painfully into her buttocks again and again as it sought a hole to explore and exploit. And eventually, it found one - her tiny, puckered asshole was in a significantly better angle for entry, and so, when the cone-shaped tip of the rocky cock chanced to hit it, it slit easily inside. The polished stone and her spacious anatomy made it possible - easy, even - for it to slide into her even without available lubrication. Which is not to say it was painless.

At least double the girth of the gargoyles who had guested her pussy so far, the smooth member created enormous amounts of friction as it drilled into her - friction which went entirely ignored by the gargoyle, thanks to his armored nature. It did NOT go unnoticed by Anitra, whose previous moans of pleasure, rapidly turned into screams of pain. It felt like her lower intestine had spontaneously caught on fire... actually, that would've been less painful, considering her natural (and magically-enhanced) resistance to fire.

With at least a ton of solid-rock gargoyle on top, and an unbending, unrelenting stone cock between them, no amount of friction could stop the intercourse, however. As Anitra struggled futilely against the massive weight of the gargoyles holding her down, the monster's 9 inches of rock-hard erection was forced into her by sheer weight of mass. When he hit bottom and started pulling out again, she thought her ass would just get pulled right along with it, ending up in a pile on the floor behind her...

Fortunately, slight amounts of juice extruded by her intestines had, by then, given the stony intruder a light covering, reducing the friction by just enough to keep 'painful' from turning into 'permanently damaging'. As he thrust into her again, with undiminished strength and force, that covering was reinforced again, and so, as his thrusts grew faster, they also grew gradually more tolerable. They never reached the point where they could be considered in any way 'pleasant', but at least Anitra was able to weather it by gritting her teeth, rather than screaming out loud.

Finally, the monolith thundered into her ass one last time, and stopped moving, as a gushing fountain of mercurial fluid flowed from its tip. Rapidly filling her ass, it flowed deeper, and in those dark depths, her unbelievable metabolism set to work on it, absorbing the semi-metallic fluid, sending the vital energies found therein out into her system, radiating through her battered body.

Thus, the Quickening found her once more... she had halfway expected that it wouldn't come, considering the strange nature of her rapists, but come it did, healing bruises and abrasions - and filling her with strength. The delivery hadn't just come from a gargoyle, it had come from a gigantic brute of a gargoyle, and his enormous strength and toughness was now hers. She also, however, felt her skin hardening, becoming rougher as it took on the aspect of the gargoyles - the sharp talons that were holding down her arms and legs, no longer held the strength to break her skin.

As the sated colossus behind her pulled out and backed away to make room for the next in line, she made her move. With a sudden pull, she dislodged the two gargoyles holding down her arms, and with the newfound leverage, she pushed herself upright, sending the last 3 of her captors tumbling to the ground, screeching in surprise. Moving quickly, knowing that she needed to act before they recovered from the shock, she grabbed her sword from where it had fallen when she was knocked to the ground, and swung it widely around her, cutting down 4-5 of the critters who had made the mistake of standing too close. Several limbs went flying, and the remaining critters scattered in disarray.

Using the space she'd just bought herself, she quickly looked around and spotted her panties on the floor, where they had been thrown by her eager attackers. She also spotted the hulking gargoyle who'd just set her ass on fire, standing over them, and bunching his rock-hard muscles for a charge. A fortuitous combination of necessity and vengeance offered itself, and she took it with a smile. A rather unpleasant smile, perhaps, but a smile nonetheless. As the huge gargoyle charged at her, putting his entire weight behind a wildly-swinging fist, she merely met it with her left hand, taking full advantage of the temporary strength and sturdiness she'd gained from him. Her sandaled feet skidded a bit across the floor, as his sheer weight pushed her a foot backwards, but his charge was stopped, leaving him momentarily off-balance - and rather surprised. A moment was all she needed, and a swing of her fearsome blade, reinforced with her unnatural strength, severed his left arm and cut off half of his head.

However, even as the stone goliath crumbled into rubble before her, the remaining gargoyles - several dozen of them - were regaining their equilibrium. If they had still been sapient, the fall of their leader might have demoralized them, convinced them that she was more trouble than she was worth. But these mindless monsters had no such thoughts - they merely saw warm, living flesh, and they would not likely stop their attack until the very-last one had fallen. The odds were better than they'd been before, but even though the Quickening coursing through her veins made her feel invincible, it didn't stop her from realizing just HOW outnumbered she was. Grabbing her panties from the floor, she quickly stuffed them into a side-pocket of her battered backpack, realizing that attempting to put them on at this point, would leave her defenseless long enough to get mobbed by the monsters who were now rapidly approaching her again...

Turning her attention to the thick stone door that had closed behind her when she entered, she made a quick decision - it was time to find out just how tough this Quickening had made her. Bunching her powerful leg-muscles, she jumped off into a sprint, straight towards the door, pushing herself to the limit to accelerate as quickly as she could over the short space available. At full speed, she hit the solid stone door with her shoulder... her skin, flesh and bone, reinforced with the rocklike toughness of the gargoyle, held up against the immense impact, and her sheer momentum caused the door to crack, and then shatter, sending her sprawling through the rubble, into the corridor. Pieces of the door, large and small, flew in all directions, and the top half of it just plain fell out of the frame, crashing to the floor and nearly squashing a gargoyle who had reacted faster than his brethren to her sudden escape, leaping through the open space to follow her.

The pursuing gargoyle was momentarily slowed by the debris, but dozens of others were close behind, and as she looked up, she saw the statues perched along the top of the corridor begin to stir. As she had feared, they too were living gargoyles, and she had no doubt that they'd be every bit as bloodthirsty and crazy as those she had encountered within the chamber. Leaping to her feet, she dashed off again, her gargoyle pursuers soon following, by running, leaping or flying - some even crawled along the walls and ceiling with incredible speed. From the walls, the rapidly-awakening monsters leaped at her, clawing at her exposed flesh - but their claws could not penetrate her skin, hardened by the Quickening as it was, and her sword swung swiftly, often cutting them out of the air as they rushed towards her.

The pursuit lasted mere minutes, though it certainly felt longer. As the tunnel gave way to the large chamber with the statue of the Golden Knight, she heard an unearthly screech behind her, and grinned. It was as she had expected... skidding to a halt, she turned, and watched the monstrous creatures claw at an invisible wall, separating them from her - the ancient wards that had imprisoned them here for millennia still held fast, and they could not pursue her outside of their designated roost. Safe, for the moment, she took a few minutes to catch her breath - and, not incidentally, pull her panties back on.

Ignoring the screeching of the gargoyles trapped behind the invisible wall, Anitra approached one of the two remaining exits from the room. As she'd fled from the gargoyles along the mosaic-covered hallway, an idea had occurred to her - a theory about the pattern in the hallways. Carefully stepping into one of the tunnels, she examined the first few feet of the wall mosaics. They seemed to show the Golden Knight fighting alongside the armies of the Heavenly Emperor, against the undead hordes of the Lich-King. A famous battle indeed, but one that had taken place several decades before the birth of the Golden Knight. Quickly stepping back, she briskly marched to the last remaining tunnel and examined its mosaics. This one showed the Golden Knight dueling a huge Lava Golem wielding a two-handed battleaxe... she instantly recognized it as his famed fight with Astaroth, an infernal construct crafted by an evil cult to claim his sword.

Now confident in her conclusion, she walked down the hallway, leaving the screams of the insane gargoyles behind. Her mistake was clear now - rather than try to ignore the mosaics, she should've paid attention to them - all that was required to enter the tomb, was an understanding of the man who rested there: Knowing which adventures and battles had participated in. The hallways that were decorated with battles and adventures that did not belong to him, led to trap - and the true path was the one that spoke truth about his path. It all made remarkable amounts of sense.

Sure enough, the passage she had chosen did not lead her into a trap, but rather, into a new, statue-decorated room. Upon seeing the scene sculpted there, she knew that she was getting close. It showed the most famous and oft-recounted of the Golden Knight's battles - on the pedestal, he stood fiercely, glaring at his opponent over their locked blades. His enemy was a dark and twisted copy of his armor, the helmet closed, and a copy of his great sword in hand. The armored form was known as 'Nightmare', a manifestation of the demonic spirit of the Golden Knight's sword, wielding an unchained and unleashed version of that same sword. A perfectly matched and perfectly evil opponent... that match had been described in loving detail, blow by blow, by many a bard and storyteller through the years. The Golden Knight's final victory over the Nightmare had signified his complete dominion over the sword, turning it from its demonic roots into a weapon worthy of a hero.

The usual 3 passages led from the room, and a quick check of their mosaics both revealed which one she should follow, and confirmed her suspicion that she was getting very close to her goal. The only tunnel that showed a fight that was genuinely associated with the Golden Knight, told the tale of his first true fight - the battle that led him to BECOME the Golden Knight. As she walked down the tunnel, her eyes drank in the vivid imagery of his battle against the feared Corsair, Cervantes de Leon, who wielded twin blades crackling with dark energy - one of them, the demonic sword that the young swordsman would take from the fallen pirate after his victory, propelling him to the dizzying heights of fame. As the mosaic's tale approached its end, she saw the tunnel widen out into an immense, domed chamber - she had finally reached the Tomb of the Golden Knight.

Blake's fangs dripped with blood as he lifted his head from the fresh kill. The island had turned out to have a healthy population of wild boars, and while not really hungry, he had decided to grab one and enjoy some bacon. It was something to do, anyway, to take his mind over the fact that Anitra once again was outside his reach, and out of communication. He had confidence in her skills and power - she'd be able to handle anything the tomb could throw at her. But while she was running around in there, having adventures, he was stuck out here, with nothing to do but wait...

That is, until his sharp ears caught a strange, yet familiar sound. It was a sound he knew well, but hadn't heard from this angle for a while: The sound of immense, leathery wings. Somewhere nearby, a dragon was in flight, and it wasn't him. And considering the general attitude towards blacks like himself, the stranger was almost certainly hostile. Under his breath, he whispered words in an arcane tongue he had known since before he broke his shell, and around him, a faintly-visible sphere materialized. A Sphere of Silence - any sound issued inside it was completely eliminated. A very handy tool for stealth, and effective for silencing wizards, too. Of course, he couldn't cast spells himself while it was in effect, either, but since he could dissolve it with a thought, that was a minor handicap indeed.

With the spell silencing the sound of his wingbeats, Blake jumped into the air, taking flight, but staying low enough that he wouldn't be immediately visible as a black spot against the blue sky. With eyes as sharp as his ears, he scanned the sky in the direction of the sound he'd heard. There it was... a glimmer of gold, descending rapidly towards the landing-spot in front of the mausoleum. Gliding as low as he dared, Blake quickly flew towards the mausoleum doors, settling on the ridge above the entrance. A number of large boulders rested there, having tumbled from higher up on the mountain... briefly, he considered using an illusion to disguise himself as a boulder, but the approaching dragon was a Gold... those were clever, and had the greatest aptitude for learning sorcery. It might possess enchantments capable of piercing such illusions, or at least detecting them. So, a more conventional and old-fashioned approach was in order.

Taking full advantage of the stealth offered by the Sphere of Silence, he pushed several large boulders together, quickly forming a small barricade, large enough for him to hide behind. With a glance towards the rapidly-growing golden speck in the sky, he leaped in behind it, and carefully maneuvered his slender neck through a hole he'd deliberately left open near the bottom of the pile. It was a bit tight around his head, but it allowed him a decent view of the mausoleum front, while remaining essentially invisible - just a tiny, black spot at the bottom of a natural pile of rubble and boulders.

Less than a minute passed before he saw the new arrival land on the plaza where he'd arrived himself, not so long ago. As the golden dragon walked down the wide road towards the mausoleum doors, and the statue out front, he began to pick out details. It was rather small and slender - a young dragon, and definitely female. She moved somewhat hesitantly - clearly, she'd never been here before, and the unfamiliar surroundings made her visibly nervous. As she reached the point right below Blake, she bowed her head to the statue of the Golden Knight, and began to intone an ancient, draconic poem of honor. Apparently, this hatchling had gotten so caught up on the stories of the valiant Golden Knight that she'd decided to visit his tomb and pay her respects. She had picked a poor day for it.

With the close proximity, Blake was able to sharpen his assessment of her age. She couldn't be much more than 50, a mere child, still far from being an adult. Either her parents were rather irresponsible, or she'd simply run off without asking. She was barely bigger than he was, and at her age, there was no way she'd learned any useful magic yet... and she truly was a pretty young thing. A cruel smile curled across Blake's scaly lips as he eyed an opportunity to spend his waiting-time on something more interesting than bacon.

Pulling his head back out of the pile, he bunched the powerful muscles in his hind legs, designed to launch him into the air, and rushed forwards into the piled-up boulders, sending them flying into the air in a shower of rubble. The sphere of silence that still covered him and his surroundings prevented her from hearing the boulders for a split second, and by the time she looked up, he had already flown far enough forwards to be outside her field of vision, landing smoothly behind her, even as she cried out in surprise and jumped back to avoid the tumbling rocks. In jumping, she instinctively let her wings open to stabilize herself in the air, and that provided Blake with the perfect opening. With a roar silenced by his own spell, he pounced forwards, slicing his razor-sharp talons through her tender wing-fabric. Even as she screamed in pain and awkwardly stumbled to the ground, Blake dispelled the Sphere of Silence with a brief, mental command...

"Surrender, goldie..." he sneered. "You're no match for me on the ground, and with your wings shredded, you can't run." The golden dragon wheeled around to face him, visibly wincing at the pain in her wings as the shreds flapped in the air. Seeing him - a black dragon - her face contorted in terror. A twisted smile played across Blake's lips. She'd probably heard the same terrible stories about blacks as every other dragon... about how blacks were accursed abominations, unholy wielders of dark magics, capable of bringing calamity on an entire dragonhome. Well, he'd become the monster they said he was, and he enjoyed it... if you cannot get respect, fear is almost as good.

He saw the muscles in her neck move, and instantly responded by raising a magical barrier against fire. Sure enough, a gout of fierce flame emerged from her mouth as she launched a desperate attack... only to be harmlessly deflected to the sides by his barrier. The fire wouldn't have been able to seriously hurt him anyway, but if he'd simply taken it on his body, he'd have been forced to close his eyes against the heat, and that might have given her a chance. He hadn't lived this long by giving his opponents chances. Instead, his keen eyes penetrated the fire, and spotted the moment where she ran out of breath, closing off the flame to take a deep breath. In that moment, he pounced, talons once again reaching out, this time raking painfully across her chest and neck, drawing blood. Shining golden scales that would have deflected all but the keenest of man-made weapons, parted like paper before his claws, and the golden dragon screamed out in pain again. The wound was neither deep, nor life-threatening, and an older, experienced dragon would have shrugged it off and fought back... but she was still a mere child, unaccustomed to the pains of reality.

"Next time you try something like that, my claws will find your face instead. Maybe I'll take out an eye, maybe not, but either way, you won't be very pretty afterwards..." His threat was not an empty one. Dragons healed well, but the claws of another dragon were one of the few things capable of leaving lasting scars. Cowed, she shrank back from him, tears in her eyes, her fangs - which would have inspired terror in men and beasts alike - clattering in fear. "That's a good girl..." he commented with a grin as he menacingly approached her. "Tell me, child... what is your name?" It took her a few seconds to find her tongue, but finally, she replied, in a rather panicky voice "My name is Aurelia... please don't hurt me more... I won't tell anyone you're here! I swear!"

Blake laughed out loud. "I honestly couldn't care less who you told. I won't be here much longer, anyway. Just passing through, you see... I'm just waiting for my partner to finish something up. Thing is, I'm bored of waiting... and then you showed up..." Her facial expression was nonplussed... too young to realize his intentions, clearly. "Anyway, I'm going to make this very simple for you. Do whatever I say, and or I'll hurt you. I'll leave soon, and you can rest here until your wings recover enough for you to fly on home. Or until your family comes looking for you, whichever comes first. Every time you fail to obey an order, however, or if you try to attack me or flee - both quite futile, I might add - I will hurt you. You can get out of this the way you are right now - or as a bleeding pile of scales covered in deep scars and tattered wing-fabric. It's up to you..."

As he pronounced his threats, he saw fear gave way to terror in her eyes. The mental image of being ripped to shreds, left covered in scars, perhaps never flying again, filled the young girl with horror. It was easy for humans, he realized, to see dragons as either semi-divine creatures of enormous power, or terrible monsters incapable of emotion - but in the end, they weren't really THAT different. A dragon, like a man, feared pain, death, and loss of ability. Female dragons, like women, feared losing their good looks. And like humans, they could be cowed, if you had the power, and the will to use it.

She was crying now, he noticed, and breathing so heavily she was close to hyperventilating. But she was cowed. "Y..yes... okay... I'll do as you say, just don't hurt me!" The pleading tone of voice made him smile. He'd always enjoyed being in a position of power, and wielding dominance over a representative of the culture that banished him within hours of his birth, was all the sweeter. "Good girl... just remember, if you disobey, or hesitate for too long, pain will find you. Now, turn around..." She nodded, sniffed, and turned around on the spot - looking over her shoulder with fear and uncertainty clearly visible in her eyes. Blake just grinned, in a predatory matter that she no doubt found most unsettling.

"Now, lift your tail..." she lifted her tail a foot or so off the ground. "No, no... all the way. Curl it along your back." She was clearly confused, too young to really understand sexuality. But she obeyed, pulling her tail back as far as it would go, fully exposing her pussy and asshole to his hungry eyes. The sweet slit, of course, was tightly closed, the scales on either side nearly overlapping. It generally only blossomed open when aroused, and needless to say, being threatened into obedience by the bogeyman she'd grown up hearing horror-stories about, was not particularly conductive to lust. Blake analyzed it with delight. It was the first time he actually saw one - he only knew about the way it worked, thanks to Inferand's enormous willingness to share highly detailed accounts of his youthful exploits and conquests.

But, thanks to those stories, he DID know what to do. Lowering his head, he spotted the area over the labia - the tiny peehole, and above that, a scale that stuck out just a little bit. Reaching up one taloned hand, he moved with careful precision, and angled the razor-sharp tip of one of his fingers, into the edge of that scale. He could hear the girl whimpering as she felt his claw against her scales, but frightened though she was, she stood her ground. With great care, he moved his claw back and forth a little, wedging it open. He felt it loosening and, finally deciding that it was loose enough, he pulled sharply downwards, tearing the scale out of its seating, and sending it to the ground along with a drop of dragon's blood. Aurelia cried out in pain, her legs shaking under her. "You said you wouldn't hurt me!" she bawled.

"I said no such thing, child." Blake retorted. "I merely said that I'd hurt you if you disobeyed. Now be quiet, or I'll show you what REAL pain is!" She did not reply, but he could hear her quietly sobbing. She'd probably do more than that if she'd realized the significance of what he'd just done. Moving his head closer, he could clearly see it now - a small nub of golden-white flesh, previously hidden by the scale. Her clitoris. Normally, that scale would fall off once a dragonmaiden reached sexual maturity, signifying that she was ready to be mated and bear a clutch of eggs... an event still many decades away for this young lass.

Smiling at the sheer perversitude of it, Blake let his tongue lash out, across the now-unprotected nub of nerves. He could vaguely taste the traces of blood left by the violent removal of the protective scale, as well as the salty tang of her cold sweat. The girl seemed petrified by the sensation, her previously-shaking legs suddenly turning rock-still, and only her tail could be seen lightly shivering. A wholly unfamiliar feeling was running through her, and Blake gave her no chance to recover. Swift as a snake tasting the air, his tongue flicked out again and again, caressing the sensitive mound from every side. Aurelia's sobs gradually turned into surprised-sounding 'Oh!'-sounds. She did not understand the feelings now filling her, but her body reacted all the same...

Bit by bit, like a flower reacting to the caress of the sun, her pussy opened. The scales slid aside as the pleasurable feeling radiating from her clit reached it, and soon, the pink vulva were entirely visible. They were simple and fleshy, clearly not yet fully-developed, but growing moist all the same as her arousal increased. She was, he knew, a young child by the standards of a Golden Dragon, but for him, she was just the right size... and so, he continued, now letting his tongue occasionally venture into the opening orifice as well, keeping up the pressure, until finally, his sharp eyes saw the covering scales lock in their open position. Until that point, she could potentially snap them back shut at any time, but once they locked, they'd stay that way until the muscles in the area had relaxed significantly - which generally meant at least half an hour after stimulation had ceased.

Satisfied that there was no longer any barrier to him, he aimed a few parting licks at the wide-open pussy, pulled back his tongue and raised his head. The taste of her was fresh and heady, quite different from Anitra, but definitely arousing. Then, while Aurelia was still trying to figure out why he'd stopped making her feel strange, he reared up, and stepped forwards to grab her by the base of the tail. His dick had quietly slid out of its sheath while he had been pleasuring her orally, and was by now fully-erect and ready for some action. Flexing the base of it, he carefully aimed it at the open, moist hole of her virgin pussy, and thrust forwards.

In terms of body-size, Blake and Aurelia were roughly equal. However, since Aurelia was still prepubescent, her sex-organs were still not fully developed... and Blake was a fully-matured male. And, in case anybody was wondering, actually pretty well-hung by black dragon standards, not that HE knew that, lacking anyone to compare himself to. So overall, it was a tight fit. REALLY tight. The untried folds of Aurelia's cunny were parted by Blake's conical cockhead as his powerful haunches drove it inside, stretching her to the limit, making her cry out in pain. Blake, undaunted, flexed his hips again, driving his rod the rest of the way inside, nestling the tip comfortably near her uterus.

With the feeling of agonizing stretching poking her in the rear, the young dragon tried to get away, clawing her way forwards across the ground. Then, a cruel claw ripped across her back, rending scales and digging into her flesh. "No trying to run away, child..." Blake's rough voice rang out from behind her. With the fresh wounds on her back smarting, the terrified girl stopped her efforts to escape, instead crying quietly into the ground while her front-claws reflexively dug into the ground. It felt like she was being torn open from behind, like she would soon just split along the middle... but the fear of the black dragon's cruel claws was too strong in her, and so, she endured.

With his victim again pacified, Blake took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her young snatch wrapped around his cock. It was tighter than he'd expected, though still not nearly as tight as Anitra, let alone the women he'd raped before meeting her... but beyond relative tightness, it was a dragon's pussy, and somehow, it just felt different than a human woman. It was the shape, he realized. A human woman's pussy was designed for the shape of a human cock. And this pussy, well, it was designed for him - it fit around him, fit perfectly, and was so deliciously warm.

Having thus savored the feeling of his first dragon-pussy, he finally got down to the business at hand: Showing this girl what a good, hard fucking was. He had plenty of experience, thanks to Anitra, and he was not about to hold anything back... and so, his entire, scale-covered four-ton weight and powerfully-muscled haunches were put behind it. Every thrust rattled the poor girl all the way to her fangs, and smashed their respective groin-scales together with a 'klak'-sound that resounded sharply in the marble-filled area.

With a firm grip on her tail, Blake thus vigorously violated the recently-deflowered orifice, feeling his lust gradually rising towards its crescendo. And, thanks to his sharp senses, he began to pick out hints that, despite the girl's earlier attempt to escape, she was starting to find some pleasure in the rape. Her breathing was growing heavy, and her pussy was contracting rhythmically around his cock, indicating that she was starting to move towards the first orgasm in her young life. Grinning broadly, he decided - mostly on a whim - to do the gentlemanly thing and let her finish first.

Slowing his thrusts, he began to move his hips to change the angel of each thrust - left, right, upwards, downwards, and everything inbetween. He also added more of a pause between hitting bottom and pulling out, where he literally ground himself against her, ensuring that he touched every square inch of her pussy. Then, he began to vary the speed - doing three quick jabs, then a couple of sloooow thrusts that used his entire length, then a few medium, then back to the bone-shaking power-thrusts for a bit... it was starting to require a lot of concentration to hold back his orgasm, but the results were not lacking. Her heavy breathing was quickly growing louder and more obvious, and her claws were digging into the ground repeatedly as she struggled against the rising tide.

But as Blake continued to apply his skill, size and experience towards the maximum pleasure, she soon could not resist anymore - not that she was entirely sure WHAT she was resisting. Finally, it just washed over her - her whole body shuddering as she released a primal cry, waves of pleasure radiating out from her stretched-open pussy. Momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of her first orgasm, her body moved on its own. Blake laughed out loud as he felt her, pushing herself back against him, her pussy silently begging to be fucked more, harder, deeper. He happily complied, resuming his powerful thrusts, letting himself go, and - within seconds - reaching his own orgasm.

His cum filled her with a feeling of warmth and fullness, contributing greatly to her second orgasm hitting a few seconds after the first had abated. The plentiful sperm soon filled her not-yet-fertile womb, and then flowed back along his smooth shaft, bubbling out around the edges of her stretched-open cunt-hole. With both of them in the throes of a climax, they eagerly moved against one another for a few minutes, the sound of their groins colliding now quite a bit wetter. Then, as the moment passed, they stopped, both trying to catch their breath. Blake had not pulled out, instead opting to lean on Aurelia, his cock still hard and buried to the hilt as he decided on his next move. Aurelia, meanwhile, was trying to figure out what had just happened, and why the stretching in her behind no longer felt so bad, but actually felt strangely good.

Listening to the girl's rapid breathing as they both recovered from their orgasms, Blake halfway expected to hear the girl beg for more... it would have made for a beautiful scene, he thought, as he licked his jowls. But, alas - despite undeniably taking a great deal of pleasure from the forced intercourse, the girl was still far too scared and confused to form thoughts as coherent as "One more time". It actually annoyed him a bit, as his thoughts went back to that girl he'd claimed back in the Lands of the Horse-People - she'd come around remarkably quickly, turning into a perfect submissive within minutes. But this girl... though he'd graciously granted her an orgasm, she showed no appreciation. Well, if she wouldn't beg him for more, he'd make her beg him to stop...

The post-orgasmic glow giving way to a sadistic smile, he pulled out. His cock was still fully-erect and hard as steel - once again, his experience with Anitra showed; she was rarely satisfied with ONE round. As for Aurelia's pussy, it remained invitingly open, though the pale-golden flesh had taken on a noticeably red tinge from the friction. It came as no surprise either, that a small waterfall of sperm followed soon after he had vacated the hole - she was, after all, not yet ready to handle such a load.

Maintaining his solid hold on her tail, Blake carefully maneuvered the tip of his shaft a little bit higher up... to where her tightly-puckered asshole was waiting. There was no real blockades here - other than, of course the matter of size. But, he figured, with his cock thoroughly covered in their mingled juices, there should be enough lubrication to make it possible. Not pleasant, perhaps, but possible. Well, pleasant for HIM, obviously. After all, he'd acquired quite a taste for impossibly tight holes.

He made no attempt to be gentle. For a moment, he rested hit tip against the hole, but before Aurelia even had time to wonder about the slimy feeling, he thrust forwards with all his might. The tapered head radically widened the untried orifice, tearing open the tight, slimy passage as it went in. The tightness was enormous, though - even more than he'd expected. Even with all that force behind it, his dick barely reached half a foot inside before the friction ground it to a stop - it hadn't even reached its full girth. It took him a moment to realize why... in the past, when he'd enjoyed a really tight hole, it had been due to said hole belonging to a creature way smaller than him. The tightness had come simply from him straining against the physical limitations of the body. Their muscles had been utterly overcome. But not in this case... this dragon-girl had enough strength to genuinely clamp down on him, tightening her ass like a vise around his cock in a desperate effort to keep it out.

And it felt great. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt those powerful, internal muscles tightening around him. Grinning widely, he thrust again and again, putting his entire mass into it just like before, and gradually, he reached deeper and deeper into her, while swiftly forcing her sphincter to accommodate the full width of his tool.

Aurelia, meanwhile, was nearly catatonic with pain and panic. Her jaws were wide open, pointing towards the heavens, but the sheer intensity had left her unable to even scream, and only a whisper of air escape from between them. Her eyes, too, were opened wide, the pupils shrinking as they stared into space, searching desperately for an escape-route that didn't exist. Tears ran freely from them, and all her limbs quivered uncontrollably. She had thought his first assault would split her apart, but compared to this, it had barely tickled - she could feel that enormous, glowing-hot presence inside herself, seemingly forcing its way into her stomach... she didn't understand what it was, but where it before had made her feel inexplicably good, it was now causing her indescribable pain.

Unconcerned with her obvious discomfort, Blake continued to enjoy the unbelievable tightness. The friction was tremendous - whenever he pulled out a bit to get some space for his next thrust, her sphincter was pulled along, bending outwards to follow his cock. And when he burst forwards, inevitably forcing a few more inches inside, it seemed as if her entire ass collapsed around him. The scales around her anus were frequently pulled into contact with the remaining shaft, but fortunately, the scales in that area were fairly soft and pliable, and as such, it merely added to the stimulation.

Finally, after more than a dozen heavy thrusts, he was in her up to the hilt. Like before, it was a tremendously close fit, and he could feel the tip of his cock bend slightly as it hit a solid wall where her intestine turned sharply. But, it had fit, and for a moment, he just enjoyed the feeling - so much tightness, squeezing around his cock, practically milking him... but, despite the pleasure he derived from her futile attempts to push the painful invader out of her ass, he could not resist the temptation to bend further over her, stretching his snake-like neck to whisper in her ear; "You know, it would hurt a lot less if you didn't fight it... if you just relax and accept it, it might actually feel nice..."

He wasn't entirely certain if she'd even heard his word, what with the way her eyes seemed to stare emptily into space, but really, he didn't care either. Flexing his haunches, he pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming forwards again - burying his full, foot-long cock to the hilt inside her, just like he'd intended to do with the very-first thrust. The impact at the end, as his cockhead hit a solid wall of flesh, was more stimulating than anything else - but it sent a visible jolt through her body. And of course, the friction was tremendous enough to be considered burning-hot even by draconic standards. A whimper escaped from her otherwise-quiet maw.

Blake repeated the full-length, full-power thrust again. And again. And again. It was on the fourth thrust that he felt it - her ass, slowly relaxing around him. It was not something that would happen instinctively - it had to be a conscious effort. Blake's smile widened. Sure, the tightness was reduced, but that just meant he could thrust faster. Her sphincter was no longer following him out, but that only made the red streaks on his cock more visible - clearly, there'd been more than one tear in the delicate tissue of her intestines. Pulled out by his movements, the blood had started gathering at the bottom of the widely-stretched hole, from where it slowly flowed downwards... hitting the still-open hole of her pussy, and running inside. Noticing this, Blake could not quite decide whether it was hot or disgusting.

As the asshole loosened, both from her deliberate effort and from the muscles growing accustomed to the intrusion, he raised his speed step by step, without sacrificing any of the length. The friction, thus, continued to build up, and as the heat radiated from her worn asshole to her freshly-fucked pussy below, Aurelia found, to her own surprise, that it actually DID feel a bit good. It still hurt incredibly, but it also felt... just a little bit good. The shockwave of each double impact - one deep inside her, and one against her ass-cheeks - rolled through her, shaking her to her core, but it also shook that place inside her that had seemingly exploded into waves of pleasure earlier.

As was usually the case, Blake lasted longer the second time - despite not holding back this time around. Only after pounding her ass with unrestricted might for just shy of 15 minutes, did he come. The wave of hot sperm washed into her, filling her stomach and making her feel strangely queasy. Blake gave her a few more thrusts, just for good measure, and then finally pulled out. It had been an eminently enjoyable ride, and thus, he had failed to completely deflate, maintaining a semi-hard-on still. It was thoroughly covered in a slimy mixture of sperm, pussy-juice, ass-slime and blood - with a few brown stains as a mute reminder of the designed purpose of the orifice he had just enjoyed.

Said orifice, meanwhile, was hanging loosely open, just like the hole beneath it. With the sun slowly sinking behind him, he could see a fair way inside her - it was quite a mess. Cum mixed with blood was assembling at the bottom of the drilled-out tunnel, like a river in the bottom of a canyon, slowly flowing towards the sphincter and dripping over the edge. Two freshly-fucked and wide-open holes, starring back at him like that... it sent a delighted shiver through him, and he felt his cock fully harden again.

Aurelia was resting her head on the ground, her eyes closed, still breathing hard. He wasn't sure if she'd actually cum - would be fun is she had, but whatever. He glanced briefly towards the temple steps - Anitra wasn't back yet. Impossible to tell how long it'd take, really. Probably plenty of time for round three... and four... and more...

Walking around to her head, he poked her cheek, causing her eyes to slowly open. Exhaustion was clearly starting to set in, but he figured there was a bit more left in her. "Raise your head, girl... we're not done yet." She whimpered, her eyes silently begging, but he did not relent, and she pushed herself partially upright. "Look, Aurelia..." he said, slowly running one talon over his erect shaft, "this is my cock. It's all dirty from exploring both of your holes... I want you to clean it off, right now... with your tongue."

She gasped, her eyes widening at the prospect. What her eyes and experience couldn't tell her about the slime that covered his cock, her sensitive nose could. As she pulled her head away at the thought, a lightning-fast claw ripped across her abdomen, and then across her chest, leaving bleeding rends. She screamed in pain and surprise, and then felt those blood-dripping claws close around her neck. "Obey, or feel pain. Those are the rules." Seeing the claws lifted, ready to strike down again, and feeling the blood slowly trickling out of her new wounds, she terrified girl obeyed, lowering her head and letting her tongue reach out for the stain-covered dick. Despair and disgust were evident in her eyes in equal amounts as she obediently began to lick her own blood and shit off of her rapist's cock...

Despite having come there with a clear goal in mind, Anitra could not help but gawk as she walked into the huge chamber. Carved from the volcanic basalt of the mountain, it was larger than a royal ballroom, and the details of the carvings were intricate. Surrounding the edges of the chamber were statues of the various famed opponents that the Golden Knight had overcome in his career, and piled high around the bases of these statues were mounds of gold and gems - the ransom of an emperor, or two. A path was left clear in the middle of the room, and inset with white marble stone - a stark contrast with the grey-black basalt - leading from the entrance she'd just stepped through, to the marble sarcophagus in the back of the room.

Stepping silently without realizing it, Anitra walked along the path. Absently, she scooped up a handful of gems from one of the treasure-piles and deposited them in her backpack - she still had quite a bit of the gold that the Drow had given her, but there was still a lot of traveling ahead - it couldn't hurt to add a bit to her cash reserves, and it wasn't as if the 'owner' needed them anymore.

As she got closer, her sharp eyes allowed her to make out the details of the sarcophagus. The lid was carved in the likeness of the occupant, so lifelike that it seemed as if the legendary knight was merely napping on a marble dais, ready to leap into action if disturbed. At his feet, a small piece of a shattered clay tablet laid, a silent offering from a previous visitor. She quickened her pace towards the sarcophagus, but suddenly, her eyes caught movement, and she stopped in her tracks. For a brief second, she was afraid that the statues lining the room would come alive and attack her - she'd had quite enough of THAT for one day - but the movement came from above.

Looking up, she saw a gaunt, human-like figure, floating quietly down through the air with arms outstretched. It was gliding silently down towards the sarcophagus, seemingly unconcerned by its clear lack of wings. A ragged, red cape fluttered behind it, and the skin she could see was definitely not human in color - but rather, gray, with a greenish sheen, while its hair was snow-white. Instead of fingers, its hands bore three claws, and its feet - it wore no boots - were twin-clawed and hoof-like. It was definitely not human, and all her instincts were in perfect agreement - it was very, very, VERY dangerous.

Uncertain of how to approach this turn of events, she hesitated. Hesitating in a critical situation is always dangerous, and this case was no different... while she stood stunned on the marble path, the gaunt figure landed directly in front of the sarcophagus, raised one clawed hand, and brought it down on the marble with crushing force. The noise echoed shockingly in the domed chamber, as the marble carving that had probably taken months of time for a master sculptor to complete, was shattered into a thousand pieces. The tablet-piece - her goal - was thrown into the air by the impact, and as she followed it with her eyes, it landed on the far side of the sarcophagus.

Realizing that the situation was rapidly going from bad to worse, she acted - but too late. Even as she pulled out her trusty sword, BlackFire, and rushed forwards, the strange intruder reached into the now-open sarcophagus, and pulled out the sword. The sight of it made her stop in her tracks again - she'd seen it several times by now, in the statues and decorations of these hallways, but seeing it in reality was another matter. The sword seemed partly organic - the hilt, seemingly made from some sort of flesh, had a very noticeable eyeball in the center. It seemed to radiate a concentrated... not darkness, really. Not evil. But chaos - an all-consuming desire to destroy, burn, rend, slay!

With this dread sword in hand, the figure turned to face her. His face, like the rest of him, seemed human, yet not. His ears were ragged and batlike, and his eyebrows rose like a crest above his face, turning into a bony protrusion, and forming an impossibly sharp hairline. His eyes were yellow and predatory, and from his lips, two highly visible fangs emerged. Those fangs were the spark that set her mind in motion. Her first thought was "He's a vampire!" Her second thought was "Most vampires don't look like that..." Her third thought was "Oh shit, that's KAIN!"

Kain. Her mother had told stories about him. As had many bards. A boogeyman that made even hardened adventurers shiver in their britches. The greatest vampire to have ever existed... some said he was the first vampire, other that he was the last. Some claimed that he had transcended time altogether, and other believed that he was actually some sort of blood-hungry god made flesh. Traditional vampire weaknesses, from garlic and silver through to sunlight, had no effect on him - indeed, there was general disagreement on whether it was even possible to kill him at all. Foolhardy adventurers sometimes sought to challenge him deliberately - partially for the glory, and partially because he owned one of the most powerful weapons in the world - the dread sword Soul Reaver.

With this train of thought, it was perhaps no surprise that the first words out of Anitra's mouth was "Aren't you supposed to wield the Soul Reaver?" This rather direct query seemed to take the ancient vampire aback, and he barked out a laugh. "Hah! Indeed, I used to - but that blade is no more. It was destroyed during a... disagreement I had with my first Lieutenant. I've been searching for a suitable replacement. The famed SoulEdge came to mind... and thus, here I am." His eyes narrowed. "You are an adventurer, I see... a pity, isn't it? You've come all this way... looking for the treasure, or, more likely, this sword. Only for me to beat you to it."

His superior smile turned into a sneer. "Really, human... you should thank me. This sword... even after being 'purified' by this supposed hero, even after millennia of starvation... it is still filled with dark power. Enough to overwhelm a weak, human mind like yours..." Ignoring the obvious insult, Anitra cleared her throat. "Actually, I've got no interest in that sword. Keep it. I'm here for something else entirely - a small thing of no worth to you. Really, there's no reason for conflict here..." Swallowing nervously, she wished that hadn't sounded as lame as it did. But she had to at least try - even with a full Quickening, she doubted she'd be able to defeat the legendary Kain, particularly not with the Soul Edge in his hand - and the quickening she had gained off of those gargoyles had long-since worn off...

But Kain just smiled. "Actually, human, there is one reason..." He lifted the SoulEdge, and she felt her heart beat faster as the eye on the side of the blade fixed on her with an unblinking stare. "I've got a new sword. And I am very eager to see how it performs..." With that, he leaped forwards, swinging the huge blade of the SoulEdge - a heavy greatsword by any human standards - effortlessly in one hand. The overhand blow came down swift as lightning and hard as thunder, and it was only Anitra's superhuman reflexes that allowed her to raise BlackFire in time to meet it. The ensorcelled blade held out, even against the might of the SoulEdge, refusing to break - but the overwhelming force of the blow drove her to her knees.

Seeing Kain pull back the blade for a sideways sweep, she rapidly rolled backwards and jumped to her feet with her blade at the ready. She was facing one of the most dangerous entities in the world, but she would not go down without a fight! Kain, seeing the fire in her eyes, laughed out loud - a thoroughly unpleasant sound. "Excellent... I was afraid this would be over too quickly. Come, adventurer... give me a good show!" Again he moved, so swiftly it seemed as if he left his shadow behind, and again their sword met. Her sandals skidded back across the marble as she once again absorbed the impact. She could feel her arms begin to ache - she wouldn't be able to keep this up forever.

The sound of metal against metal resounded again and again in the domed chamber - as well as a whistling sound that any experienced warrior recognizes as the sound of a razor-sharp blade cutting through the air. Anitra, knowing that she could not match up against the ancient vampire in a contest of strength, sought to dodge rather than block, and when their blades did meet, she deflected his weapon rather than try to stop it outright. It was a new experience to her, in many ways - she had never actually had a duel of swords before, and certainly not with someone so strong - and, more importantly, experienced.

Regardless of what the truth might be of Kain's origins, there was no question that he was ancient - and throughout that long, long life, he had fought - and defeated - countless skilled foes. His swordplay was inhuman, not merely relying on power or speed, but also using advanced techniques. Anitra's sharp eyes and superb cognitive sense allowed her to pick up on this rapidly, copying his techniques in mid-battle. She probably couldn't have asked for a better course on 'Advanced Swordplay 101' - except for that unpleasant bit where she was unlikely to live long enough to put it to use.

Kain, meanwhile, was suitably impressed. He could tell, at a glance, that this girl was fairly inexperienced, but the speed with which she was learning was staggering. He had fought many opponents who were stronger and more skilled, but never anyone so adaptable. A shame, he reflected. Given a few more years to gather experience and learn the ways of the world, and she could have turned into a formidable foe. Instead, her career would end here. In fact, it was time to stop playing around with her - she had served her purpose in helping him test out the SoulEdge, and it would be foolish to let the battle drag on any further. The sword she wielded was clearly powerful - otherwise, it would have shattered on the first impact. It was impossible to tell what powers it might hold, and thus, it was better to end her before she managed to get in a lucky hit.

Shouting his old battle-cry - "Vae Victis!" - he swung at her left side. It was an underhand blow, but too powerful to be a feint. She deflected it with her blade as expected, and in that moment, his left hand rushed forwards. His aim had been her throat, but she noticed the movement, and reacted with a speed he would have called impossible for a human. She moved... but not quite enough. His claw cut across the side of her neck, leaving a bleeding cut. And that was all he needed. Even as Anitra swung her sword upwards in a counter, he leaped several yards backwards, landing well outside her range.

"You fought well, girl... but it ends here." Lifting his hand, he called forth the telekinetic powers he had possessed since the night he awoke to the pain of a new existence, in a dank room of darkness and decay, and reached out to the blood. His mouth opened in hungrily, and his clawed hand beckoned... and suddenly, a stream of blood flowed freely from Anitra's neck, straight towards his hungry maw. Anitra tried to reach up, to cover the wound on her neck and stem the flow, but her arms suddenly felt like lead bars. In fact, her entire body felt heavy - moving at all would require an inhuman exertion. And meanwhile, her life's blood was forming a river through the air, to color the lips of this ancient vampire red...

Kain drank deeply. No matter how many millennia he lived, the taste of human blood was one thing that never got old. Though this... there was something different about it. It seemed... hotter. Almost spicy. In fact, it felt like it was burning inside him... spreading like a wildfire through his body. Grimacing as unfamiliar sensations flowed through him, he gripped his throat, coughing repeatedly in an attempt to get the burning sensation to stop. As his telekinetic grip slackened, the flow of blood stopped, and the river through the air fell to the ground, leaving a bloody trail from Anitra to him. Anitra, too, collapsed on the floor, weakened by the blood-loss but still alive and conscious - though unsure of why.

"Damn you, woman!" Kain coughed. "What is this? What is in your blood?!? It burns like fire inside me!" Anitra, clambering somewhat shakily to her feet, felt her attention focus on the last part... blood, burning like fire... yes, she recognized that. That was what it had been like when she had awakened as a DragonRider - her blood had suddenly felt like it was burning, her entire body hotter than a stove... with lust. Dimly, she remembered that in some of the stories and tales of Kain, there had been mention of him drinking the blood of lesser vampires in order to steal their powers, adding them to his already formidable arsenal. Had he now 'stolen' the burning blood of the DragonRider? If so...

"I know what it is." She stated, simply. "And I know how to handle it. It's quite simple, really - I'll show you how to calm the fire. In return, you let me take what I came for, and leave unscathed." She fought to remain stern, keeping her grin hidden - having any kind of advantage over such a legendary creature was unbelievable, and she halfway felt like laughing like a loon. Which, she figured, would probably be a spectacularly bad idea.

Kain's predatory eyes narrowed. "You would take my word for this, human?" he asked, surprised. Anitra nodded. "A vampire though you may be, are you not also a nobleman? Your word should be good." Kain barked a laugh in reply. "Very well, then, human. You have my word - extinguish the fire that burns within me, and I'll let you live. Take whatever you want from this grave - his armor or treasure - I only came for the sword." Anitra lifted an eyebrow, then sighed and attached her sword to her back. Well, there was no need for him to know that even if he did not honor his word, she'd still have a chance to turn the tables...

With her weapon thus removed, she approached the ancient vampire who, after a moment's suspicion, placed his own sword across his back as well. "Well, woman? Talk. How do you deal with this? I assume it is some special property of yours that I have absorbed through your blood... and clearly, you are unaffected." Anitra tipped her head slightly, arching her lips. She had noticed a rapidly-growing bulge on the front of the vampire's black leather trousers. "You truly have no idea? It must be a long time indeed since you were alive..."

An arrogant smirk creased Kain's lips. "Eons, child. Eons." "Then it is no wonder you have forgotten, I suppose." Anitra smiled, and reached forth a hand to gently rub across the bulge. Kain did not, as she had halfway expected, jump back or stop her. He merely gazed down with a look of mild confusion. "That? Surely not... I am a dead man, mortal, and have been so for millennia. THAT is barely a fleeting dream, of a past that no longer exists." But Anitra just shook her head. "That may be so, but your body remembers. Before you were a noble, before you were a vampire, before you were a legend - you were a man. And my blood - the blood that now burns within you - longs always for release..."

Kneeling down, her nimble fingers quickly found the buckles that held his trousers closed, and opened them one by one. She wasn't quite sure what she'd find, but the size of the bulge seemed fairly promising at least - while not exactly a giant, Kain nonetheless stood more than 6 feet tall, and his tackle was apparently to scale. With the last buckle undone, the leather pants fell to his angles, and her eyes widened as she gave a low whistle. "A real shame..." she mused "...something like this, going unused for so long..."

It wasn't quite a foot long, but not far from it. The thickness, to her rough estimation, was around two inches. An extremely impressive cock by human standards, but obviously not very big by the standards SHE'D gotten used to... but, as she'd been forced to admit several times, size wasn't everything. Whatever process had turned Kain's brow into a bony ridge over the centuries, had apparently reached here too. A far cry from being smooth and fleshy, it was covered in scale-like plates, resulting in several ridges along the length of it - leading up to a particularly broad ridge around the base of the crown. To an ordinary woman, it would probably have looked painful. To Anitra... it looked delicious. Her pussy was already drooling in anticipation.

Kain did not react or even speak as she gently grasped his bony cock in her hands, and with a smile, Anitra decided to simply take the most expedient option: A blowjob. She could always try it inside her afterwards - right now, she needed to make sure she'd get a Quickening. She was also somewhat curious as to what it'd taste like.

Leaning forwards, she eagerly took it into her mouth, eliciting a slight gasp from above. It tasted strange, she decided. Definitely inhuman. It was the lack of sweat, she realized - on any living thing, the salty tang of sweat was basically certain to be present, but the vampire did not sweat. Nor did it radiate heat - it was more like sucking on a stone column than blowing a person. She wondered how much he could even feel, through those thick, bony plates, and experimentally let her tongue run along the underside of one of the ridges. The result arrived swiftly - a partially-restrained groan from above her.

Playfully glancing upwards, she quickly repeated the success, stimulating those edges one by one as she moved her head back and forth over the rock-hard erection. Kain was clearly trying his best to remain stoic, but even a vampire had his limits, and his face was visibly contorted from the unfamiliar pleasure. No doubt, she was the first person to see his face like that... a strangely arousing thought, actually. Taking the virginity of an eons-old vampire wasn't something most adventurers would want on their record, but Anitra found it amusingly perverted.

Minutes ran by as she pleasured him. She wasn't holding anything back - she was eager to taste his cum - but her well-tested blowjob techniques were greatly hampered by the armor-plating on the shaft. Her tongue could only reach one ridge at a time, and the general suction and pressure from her mouth basically didn't seem to penetrate the plates. As she frantically moved her tongue, she reflected that it was quite ironic - this armor-plating was actually providing a serious impediment to her progress! If Kain became impatient before she could bring him off, it could be dangerous for her...

No sooner had she thought the thought, before she felt a clawed hand on her shoulder. "Girl... I think I'm starting to remember a few things..." Kain mused, and with inhuman force, he pushed her back - straight off his cock, and onto the floor. Then he was over her, grinning down on her. "It may have been a long time ago, but I WAS a nobleman when I lived... in those days, maids had little say in the matter if the Young Lord of the house decided that his bed needed warming." With one hand still on her shoulder, holding her down, the other found her panties, grabbed the bottom of them, and pulled them down to her ankles. Then, he pulled her knees apart, exposing her pussy, which was still dripping with moisture. "And I still remember how it goes..." he finished.

As Kain laid down over her, his cock finding her pussy with surprising ease, Anitra suddenly realized that this position - the most basic of them all, known as the 'Missionary Position' due to being the only one that the widespread (and extremely uptight) Church of the Allfather had approved of (purely for the purpose of producing children, mind!) - was practically unfamiliar to her. She could not even recall, offhand, if she'd even tried it before. Certainly, she thought, as he thrust into her, it had its advantages. The man did all the work, and she got to amuse herself by watching the funny faces he made. And that was about all the thoughts she had time for before she surrendered herself to the pleasure.

The ridges were every bit as stimulating as she had hoped. The smooth plating made the initial entry swift and easy, and the ridges on the bottom made the backstroke excruciatingly pleasurable. Her pussy, being the wonder of elasticity it was, had no problems adjusting to the relatively small girth of the intruder, and hugged tightly around the creases and edged of the bony plates. And on top of this, Kain was inhumanly strong and tough - his thrusts drove into her with enormous force, smashing their groins together with a fleshy noise that resounded every bit as loudly in the domed chamber as their earlier swordfight had done. Accustomed as she was to having the multi-ton weight of a dragon driving into her, she found it eminently enjoyable.

Letting herself go with the flow of her budding orgasm, her arms found their way upwards, encircling the waist of the vampire - who barely had time to register surprise as he busied himself with his rutting. Unconcerned with the impression she was leaving, she let her moans flow freely, along with occasional words of encouragement to the tune of "Harder! Faster! Deeper! Keep it up!" had she been slightly more conscious, she might have realized the strangeness of the scene - an adventurer and a monster, sharing the pleasure of sex with one another as they caroused on the floor, both in the grips of the hungrily burning dragon-blood.

With all the sensitive ridges of his cock now stimulated by the palpitating tightness of Anitra's hungry snatch, Kain was rising rapidly towards his first orgasm in millennia, but Anitra still got there first. She eagerly shouted out that fact as her juices gushed forth, soaking both their groins before dripping onto the marble beneath their intertwined sexes. Her pussy contracting madly around his armor-plated hardness, she eagerly humped up against him, adding more force and drive to his thrusts. Even as Kain found his ancient memories of nights spent with obedient maids, before his death and rebirth, growing clearer, this was all new to him - a partner who did not just accept his lust, but actively participated and returned it.

Even as he felt his pleasure rise towards its peak, he could not restrain a laugh. He had been fooled, he realized - the bargain she had made was entirely to her advantage, with no real give-and-take involved. She would have fucked him just for the fun of it, but instead, she had made him agree to favors in return. How many women, he wondered, found gain in similar arrangements... then, for one, rare moment, the sardonic, world-weary part of Kain was silenced, as a primal roar rose from his lungs, and the simple, fiery pleasure, which was usually reserved for the living, washed over him.

The cum that washed into her was plentiful, but cold - the resulting, slimy sensation would usually have given her the shivers, but as she was still coming down from her orgasm, she barely noticed it. Meanwhile, Kain, who had gone through entire wars with a sword in his hand without ever even getting winded, was actually breathing heavily from the unfamiliar exertion. Painfully aware of the hole this put in his stoic self-image, he pushed himself upright, and pulled up his pants in what he hoped was a nonchalant motion. He could feel the wetness where his still semi-hard cock was squeezed between the leather and his skin, but was determined not to let it show.

Anitra, meanwhile, was somewhat surprised, sitting upright as his cold cum slowly leaked out of her pussy, forced out by muscular contractions as her body rejected the non-draconic sperm. "Why are you pulling your pants up? Surely, you can go for another round..." Her wantonness made his cock harden again, but with an effort of sheer willpower, he forced it down. "That is quite all right, human. The fire in my blood has died out, as you promised. I see no need to engage in further activities." He made a sweeping gesture towards the treasure around them. "And since you have fulfilled your part of the bargain, I will honor mine - take what you want, and get out."

Anitra pulled herself up with a sigh, absently pulling her panties back in place. If he was going to keep his word, it was all good - but she'd really looked forwards to finding out what a Quickening gained off of a semi-divine, time-transcending super-vampire might be like. Ah well. Ignoring the piles of gold and gems, she approached the shattered sarcophagus. As she walked past it, she could not resist looking down into it. She had expected to see a withered skeleton in a suit of armor, or maybe even just a covering of dust on the bottom, but this was neither... the body in the sarcophagus was intact. Clearly quite dead, but intact nonetheless, looking as fresh as the day it was laid to rest here. More preservation-magic in play, no doubt.

Remembering the statue out front, she briefly studied the face of the corpse. He was, indeed, a pretty youth, despite his long career in hero-ing. Supposedly, the power of the Soul Edge had kept him from aging - another reason why many sought it. His armor was brilliantly golden, looking as if it had been polished and shined just that morning. The sculptors, she decided, had been faithful to their subject. Then, ignoring the legendary, enchanted armor he was wearing, she kneeled down behind the dais, and picked up that small piece of dried clay she had come all this way for... the fifth piece of the clay tablet that would lead her to the legendary Dragon Sanctuary.

Sticking the piece into her backpack, she got up and strode down the marble pathway past the surprised-looking Kain - who, she figured, had probably expected her to make a grab for the golden armor. As she walked past him, she could not resist giving blowing him a kiss. "It was fun, Kain... if you ever want another go, just look me up." To her surprise, Kain smirked and nodded. "I might." Then, with another unpleasant laugh, he spread his arms and, before her eyes, dissolved into a swarm of night-black bats, which swiftly disappeared up into the ceiling and out of sight. With a shrug, she continued towards the labyrinth at a brisk pace - Blake, she figured, was probably getting bored.

Meanwhile, far above her, Kain reformed in the opening of an old magma vent - his path into the sealed tomb. Gazing down on her, he tapped a claw against his cheek. "That girl... she is not human." He mumbled. "I'm not sure what she is, but she is certainly not human. Might be worth looking into. I wonder what her name was..." As he dissolved himself into a bat-swarm once more, this time for the long flight all the way back to the mainland, he felt the fire inside him begin to stir again. It wasn't entirely gone, apparently... hard to say how long the effects would linger. But Kain was not worried. Now that he knew how to handle it, he felt confident that he'd be able to find a... solution, back on the mainland. Meal AND entertainment, he mused, laughing mouthlessly as he soared into the skies.

The sun was setting as Anitra emerged from the mausoleum, happy to find Blake waiting right outside the doors for her... and surprised to find him not alone. At first, she wasn't certain if the thing next to him was actually a 'someone' rather than a 'something', though... a strange pile of gold, red and black, seeming in places more like a pile of golden junk than something living. But it certainly breathed. "Good evening, Blake my love..." she merrily sang as she leaped down the steps. "Well met, Anitra my love..." he returned, smiling as he lowered his head to rub it against hers. "I trust you retrieved the tablet-piece without incident?"

Anitra shrugged. "I dunno 'bout 'without incident', but I got it. I can tell you haven't been bored, though - what's this all about?" Curious, she looked closer at the pile. "That, my dear, is a young, female, golden dragon... I figured I'd entertain myself with her while you were away. And since you took so long to return, I had time to teach her a lot of things... sadly, she turned out to be a somewhat slow learner. She didn't really break until I told her that her face was the only thing left to scar." As Blake spoke, Anitra began to make out the details. It was, indeed, a dragon, rolled into a ball, and seemingly sleeping... but practically every inch of the scales were torn and ripped, scars criss-crossing across the golden surface, with blood both fresh and black caking everywhere. The wings were little more than a few tattered pieces of fabric, and in a few places, cuts had left the wing-bones actually visible.

"Very impressive..." Anitra stated matter-of-factly, though she found her attention drawn elsewhere. Blake noticed, and lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah, but... what's the matter, love? You seem to be standing a tad cross-legged." Anitra gave a nervous grin. "Well, it just didn't feel right to take a piss inside the tomb of a legendary hero, so I've kinda' been holding it in... I'm just gonna go find a bush, then we can take off." Blake guffawed. "Oh, please don't... this is just perfect. An ideal capstone." Smacking the side of the sleeping dragon, he roared, "Get up, girl!"

The golden dragon awakened, slowly unfurling itself. Her face, previously hidden against her body, now came into view. Seeing it, Anitra found it quite understandable that she'd want to preserve it - it held an etheric kind of beauty that only a dragon could possess - features as delicate as fine china, glittering like gold... except for the eyes. The eyes seemed almost dead, looking straight through her without really seeing anything.

"This is my partner and mate..." Blake introduced her. "Offer her your mouth." The golden dragon showed no real response or amazement to the matter-of-fact introduction of a DragonRider, but simply nodded and lowered her head, resting her jaw on the ground and opening wide. "There you go, Anitra - a golden toilet, the likes of which you will not see even in the greatest of imperial palaces." He snickered. "Don't worry - I have already trained her in the proper behavior of a toilet."

Anitra laughed out loud at the sheer perversitude of this statement, along with the unspoken ideas of what her lovely, perverted dragon had been 'teaching' this poor girl while waiting for her. Resolutely, she stepped forwards, standing with one foot on either side of the golden dragon's jaw, and pulled her panties aside. A stream of golden piss flowed forth from her badly-strained bladder, into the dragon's mouth, where it was swiftly swallowed. She had, indeed, been trained well.

"This is an entirely unimaginable level of humiliation for a dragon, isn't it?" She asked, almost as an aside, to Blake. He nodded. "Quite so, quite so... frankly, I doubt anything like that has ever occurred before." If the golden dragon even heard this spoken reminder of her utter humiliation, she gave no sign of it, and she obediently continued to drink down the urine. It wasn't exactly a huge dose, but the bitter, acidic fluid nonetheless made her stomach rumble unpleasantly, coming as it did, on top of a vastly larger quantity of same.

Emptied, Anitra pulled her panties back in place and stepped away from the golden maw. The dragon kept her mouth open for a few seconds, just to be sure that her duties were done, and then slowly closed it, leaving her head lying on the floor, dead eyes seeing but not caring. Anitra could not decide if the sight of this utterly broken dragon was sad, arousing, or somehow both.

"Anything else you'd like to try?" Blake asked merrily. (He, for one, was not in any doubt on the sad/arousing/both scale.) "You could give her a fisting, or have her lick your pussy. You could also try and taste her pussy if you'd like - though you might find it a tad bitter after all the loads I deposited there." Anitra playfully swatted at his nose. "Don't be silly, dear... you know I love the taste of your cum." She briefly considered his suggestions, and then nodded. "Actually, I AM feeling a tad slimy after an... encounter, inside. If you could have her clean me off, that would be nice..."

Blake grinned broadly and barked an order at the young dragon, while Anitra stripped off her panties entirely, standing spread-legged in front of the huge, golden face. The dragon once again obeyed without complaint, and the nimble tongue shot out, caressing Anitra's pussy. It licked across the outside first, and then darted inside, scooping out the last remnants of Kain's cum, cleaning her out thoroughly. Then, on another order from Blake, the tongue proceeded lower, tickling her tight asshole and cleaning the area around that too, before diving inside slightly. Anitra shivered in enjoyment - she'd never been 'rimmed' before, though she's been on the dealing end a couple of times, and she could now see why the recipients had enjoyed it so.

Seeing the pleasure reflected in Anitra's face, Blake felt his cock harden again - he was somewhat surprised, since he'd figured he was worn out for the day, but apparently, his balls always had an extra go in 'em for Anitra. Ordering Aurelia back, he simply reached out and pushed Anitra down on her knees. Knowing instantly what he wanted, with no need for communication - verbal or telepathic - she grinned eagerly back at him, shaking her butt invitingly. Her asshole glistened with spit, and Blake happily aimed for it as he leaped forwards, spearing into her as he had done countless times before.

For a moment, they were lost in their ever-familiar world of shared pleasure - the stretching, the tightness, the heat. Both of them had in the past, and would in the future, take pleasure in others, but those would never be anything more than amusing trysts. This, on the other hand, was the real thing - was it not for the sheer, obscene violence of it, one would have called it 'making love'. They, meanwhile, still did, in their hearts if not out loud.

Blake, seeing the potential to spice things up a bit, ordered Aurelia into action again, and shortly after, the golden dragon used her long neck and tongue to reach for Anitra's dripping cunt and throbbing clit. Once again, the agile tongue danced across the sensitive surface, darting inside and outside, drinking down Anitra's love-juices. The dual stimulation brought Anitra over the edge in a hurry, into a screaming orgasm that caused her ass to contract deliciously around her lover's cock.

After the sheer number of times he'd come that day, however, it would take more than that to bring him off - quite a lot more. For upwards of half an hour, they continued, with Anitra reaching at least a dozen more orgasms. At the end, her tongue was lolling out like a dog's as she panted for air, and her eyes were rolled back into her head as drool and tears ran down her face. The oral stimulation and Blake's incredible staying-power had combined into the most incredible sex they had ever shared - except, possibly, the first time, which stood tall simply by virtue of being The First Time.

Finally, however, Blake came. It wasn't his most impressive load ever, but Anitra was way, way, beyond caring. With their shared climax peaking as Anitra hit her 13th (or possibly 14th, or even 15th) orgasm, Blake's cum filled her ass quite pleasurably. Her metabolism quickly absorbed the familiar substance, refilling her energy-reserves and returning her mind from the brink of ecstatic unconsciousness. She was still sufficiently overcome by the intensity of her multi-orgasmic experience, however, that she collapsed in a panting pile on the ground when Blake pulled out.

While she picked herself up, Blake ordered the dragon-girl to clean off his cock - thoroughly stained with cum, slime, and quite a bit of brown - and the speed and efficiency with which she complied told Anitra louder than words that she had tried that several timed before. Working her neck a few times to get out the cricks, she then stretched her limbs, and looked towards the now-dark skies. They could, theoretically, stay the night on the island and set out in the morning, but Blake wouldn't need rest for another couple of days, and she had gotten quite good at sleeping in flight... also, she thought with a wicked grin, if they stayed here with this obedient little golden dragon, she wouldn't get much sleep anyway.

She waited a couple of minutes for the golden dragon to finish her cleanup - there was a lot of area to cover for a relatively narrow tongue, after all - and then approached Blake. "I think it's time to get going, my love. There's still several pieces to gather, after all." Blake nodded, pushing the golden's head aside and standing up on all fours. "Quite so - I do enjoy nighttime flight, anyway. Go get the saddle and bags - I left them behind those pillars." He gestured, and Anitra walked off at a brisk pace while Blake shook out his wings in preparation for the flight.

Throwing a sideways glance at the pitiful wretch next to him, which had been a proud, golden dragon only this morning, he smirked. "Well, child, it's time for me and my mate to leave. You'll have this island all to yourself, then - I'm sure your parents will come looking for you sometime soon - though they may not like what they find." The girl looked up at him with dead eyes... but then, suddenly, a small spark was visible in them, and she spoke. "It doesn't matter. None of it does." Blake raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The golden dragon wasn't moving in the least, and in fact, seemed barely awake, but still she answered. "We're all going to die anyway. You, me, my parents, everybody. There's someone out there. They hunt dragons. They don't care about the colors, they don't care if you've done anything wrong, they don't care if you're alone or part of a flock. They just kill all the dragons they can find. They've wiped out two dragonhomes already. I heard my father talking about it. I came to pray to the Golden Knight because he was an adventurer who was a friend to dragons. But prayers aren't going to work. We will all be wiped out."

Then, her eyes closed, and her breathing became regular. Blake felt a shiver run through him. She was not in a condition where she'd be able to put together a coherent lie, but... could that really be true? An average dragonhome held over a hundred dragons, and even counting out the hatchlings, that amounted to a lot of combat-ready dragons. Entire armies of humans could throw themselves at that without amounting to any more than a buffet-table for the dragons within. And some gang of adventurers was rampaging through that? It seemed impossible. She girl, he decided, was simply misinformed - telling the truth as she knew it, and no more. He could not hazard a guess at what circumstances could cause such a misunderstanding, but it was obviously the only viable explanation.

Then Anitra returned with the saddlebags, and he pushed the bad omen out of his mind. A few minutes later, they were in the skies together, looking at the night-black seas below as they took flight towards the mainland, conversing quietly over their telepathic link while Anitra waited for sleep to take her. Well, the Tomb wasn't quite the cakewalk I'd hoped... she admitted. But it was still fairly easy going._Blake received her memories of the troubles she'd encountered inside, and nodded. _So I see... well, we're heading towards the mainland for now, but do you recall where our next destination lies? Anitra concentrated briefly - it was far too dark to be reading documents now, even with her sharp eyes, but she'd gone over them so many times by now that most of it stuck in her memory.

Some temple, I believe. She replied. Temple? Sounds fairly harmless... Blake mused, imagining a marble-columned temple to The Allfather staffed with a few juicy clerics. The main Temple of the Bloody Dawn Cult, to be specific. I believe they worship demons and such. Anitra and Blake sighed in unison, and Blake dejectedly commented, it's never simple, is it? Anitra mentally shook her head in reply. Not for us, it isn't. But we'll handle it somehow. We always do, right? Blake answered with a laugh; 'tis true, we do. But I do hope that in the future, we'll handle more things like today, and not so many like we 'handled' Commorragh.

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Anitra did not reply, and with a probing thought, Blake found that she had fallen asleep. All for the better, perhaps - mentioning THAT place right before falling asleep was a surefire way to rack up some serious nightmares. Even HE did not like to think about it much. Well, even a temple of demon-worshippers couldn't be as bad as that place, he thought to himself in consolation. Then, irrationally, he found himself annoyed that at this altitude, there was no wood to knock on to dispel the jinx he just created...

The End

Next on the list of attractions: Chapter 12 of the DragonRider Chronicles: Temple of the Bloody Dawn Cult!