Drow's Dilemma Ep. 126: Dragon

Fedwyn nodded. "When the Abbot is in his draconic form, he shape-shifts away the requisite tackle, and if he did not, it would be bigger than your whole body. Not practical."

"Ah. He is... bigger than I pictured, then," Hadlyn responded. "I would have needed stronger versions of those spells to make myself bigger and even then..." She shook the thought from her head. "Not that it matters now that you are here!" The High Priestess concluded cheerfully.

"Geirloss Flamegold is a Gold Grand Ancient Wyrm," Fedwyn said dryly. "That is rather large. I think the technical term is 'colossal.'" She ignored the implications of Hadlyn's other words.

"Fortunately, once we have Abbot Geirloss Flamegold purified, the Neverborn will be powerless. She is unfinished, after all, and was only able to enslave us due to the powers of gods now long dead, not on her own." The mage closed her eyes and sighed. "But first, I need to restore my spells. Fortunately, when I saw the curse coming, I had time to make some... preparations." Raising her staff, a portal appeared around her, and the mage warped away.

Two minutes later, she warped back, floating in the air, leaking arcane power, her eyes glowing, with wafts of errant magic swirling around her. She also seemed to be absolutely loaded with artifacts. "Ah, that is better, I feel like myself again. Well, there is no sense in walking there." She opened a large portal of sailing energy. "This will take us directly to the High Cathedral, where the abbot waits. Faraia, I need you to bind us all in a psionic link so that I may wordlessly communicate my plans to you." As Faraia began working on that, Fedwyn grinned like a madwoman. "Well, are you all ready for the greatest fight of your lives?"

Selene paid close attention to the psionic link Faraia set up. After all, with some practice, she, too, would be able to link that many people. Her Artifact still decorated her head. She made a mental note that it would be a good idea to put aside the issues of their past and learn better psionics from Faraia.

And, finally, all the preparations were done.

"Let's do this," Dahlia said. She, at least, was excited for the battle. Hadlyn was the next to agree and seemed more happily resigned to her fate than she really should have been. Selene and Ashyr just nodded, their faces almost grim.

Fedwyn quickly organized the party into ranks three deep: the melee combatants up front, the mages behind, and Caleldir and Ylene behind them all. "Because Caleldir's main job in this will be to feed constant power to Dahlia," she explained. "Because I am going to need the succubus to really stretch her spellcasting. So, Ylene, be sure to ride him as enthusiastically as you can; the more you both orgasm, the better we will do." Fedwyn's tone was rather matter-of-fact, as seemingly she was analyzing this from a purely tactical point of view right now.

Althaia could not help but giggle, though.

"I will try, mistress Birchborn," Ylene said softly. She was no succubus, but she could do her best impression of a cat in heat when she wanted to. For the present, however, she remained still and clung to Caleldir to reserve her energy. Though it was tempting to bounce just a little and grip him occasionally with her core...

Caleldir gave Ylene a strained smile and hugged her a bit more tightly - in part in order to keep her still for the moment. Not that he could stop the cat from squeezing her vaginal muscles around him.

With the battle plan drawn up, the party rushed through the portal into one of the largest cavernous chambers they had ever been in that was not named Duskhaven Cavern. The ceiling was an easy two hundred feet above them, with ludicrously sized stained-glass windows lining the walls distantly on both sides of them. "Well, this room has swelled a bit," Birchborn said dryly. "Only a few dozen times. The Abbot will be on the far end."

When they walked into that grand hall, it became clear just how big the dragon probably was. The party gaped at the massive room that was probably the most impressive structure they had been inside. The caverns of the Underdark were larger, of course, but none were as decorated and ordered.

"It's almost a shame that we have to break the curse; it's done some really impressive things with this place," Dahlia observed. Her demonic tail lashed like an over-excited cat's in anticipation for the fight. She seemed to be greatly looking forward to throwing around more power than she probably had in her whole life.

Fedwyn shrugged. "The expansion of the Monastery is not actually a by-product of the curse, believe it or not. It is an intended result of the Neverborn's powers. The Monastery will not return to its former size or design when we defeat her. Instead, we will need her to rearrange things to be a bit more practical and less pointlessly labyrinthine."

"Huh. That sh-" Dahlia began to proclaim as she bounced (and jiggled) in place. But she was interrupted by something deeply unsettling.

[It is nice to hear that you need me. Traitor! The childish, whispery, angry, frantically hopeless voice of the Neverborn cut through the party. Of course, I know that you mean to KILL ME.] The last words were shouted. Shadows swirled into the room as the Neverborn appeared in the maelstrom of darkness. [Why, mother, why?] she asked plaintively. [Why do you want to kill me?]

"We are literally trying to do the exact opposite, you stupid little child!" Selene responded in frustration.

Fedwyn gritted her teeth. "There is no negotiating with her. She is not sane enough. Drive her away!"

[I knew it!] the Neverborn said exultantly. [Die, traitors!] Sparks of shadow flew out from the Neverborn's black tentacles and flew out to the stained-glass windows. The windows groaned and shifted, then collapsed with the noise of shattering glass into the forms of multi-hued glass golems.

As the golems ran at the party, Fedwyn threw up a barrier to buy them a few seconds. "These things are immune to magic, resistant to all damage but blunt, and any damage you do to them will result in magic, nearly-undodgeable shards of glass hurling at you."

Selene took Fedwyn's advice and didn't try to pause to talk with the mad, unfinished Animating Intellect. Instead, she turned her attention to the glass golems that threatened the party. Her hands waved in an intricate pattern and a few seconds later three massive dire boars charged ahead in front of her. They were much more powerful than the ones she summoned to disable security machinery all those months ago. Each screamed and smashed at the enemy with little regard for the shards of glass they didn't manage to dodge. Then Selene switched to her psionic power to either throw things at them or erect barriers to try to protect the rest of the party from their shards.

In the meantime, Dahlia took wing and began hurtling summoned boulders at the golems, hoping that the glass would chip away at the rock instead of at her flesh.

Hadlyn defaulted back at her usual task of healing and buffing the party instead of trying to go into melee with all that glass flying through the air.

Ashyr, like her cousin, could summon animals. Her magical power, however, was nowhere near as advanced as Selene's. She could only add one dire boar to the mix, though she did enhance its strength with a little extra magic. After that, there was not much for her or Bard to do except stay out of the way of the golems and attack anything hostile that was not them, should such an enemy arise. Blunt damage was not their forte.

The dire boars and boulders alike did quite a lot of damage to the golems. The glass shards seemed very dangerous, but they pelted harmlessly against the shielding that Selene and Fedwyn put up. But of all the party, it ended up that Abanonda and Faraia were the most effective. Abanonda seemed to be immune to the shards, so she set about grinding the golems into glass dust using her fists. But even that was not as effective as Faraia. The powerful psion merely picked up a golem and slammed it down onto another one, smashing them both.

Selene paused for a moment when she saw Faraia just smash the golems with the other golems. That looked fun. She began to emulate the other psion's actions as well as she could, but with not as much success. As was expected. Still, there was something satisfying about smashing all those colorful pieces of glass together between guarding the rest of her party against any shards that resulted from the more effective smashers.

In the end the party made quick work of the creatures with minimal injury that Althaia and Hadlyn quickly healed up.

The Neverborn screamed once more infrustration, and ported out. "She knows she is too weak to confront us directly," Fedwyn observed. "The only threat left now is the abbot."

The party was pleased that the last true fight with the Neverborn was over, but there was still an air of anticipation and anxiety. The next battle was very likely to not be as straightforward. In fact, it could go very badly indeed. Hadlyn especially figuratively crackled with nervous energy. As she should; she planned on trying to couple with likely the world's most powerful (known) dragon. If not most powerful, then he was at least top three. Which was a mad mixture of terrifying and erotic.

And so, they continued on walking down towards the end of the vast room. Soon they arrived near the Altar. Sitting in front of it - seemingly in a position of meditation - was a tall, slender man in hooded black robes. The man looked up at the party and his draconic eyes blazed gold.

Hadlyn looked tempted to speak but bit her tongue before she did so. Probably, it was best to let Fedwyn make the introduction. Probably. They were following her lead, after all. The Priestess was glad for the excuse. Now that she felt his eyes on her, she was actually beginning to feel self-conscious about her nudity. Self-conscious! About nudity! It had been centuries since she last felt that! Her training kicked in, however; the only sign of her mental state was the slight darkening of her already dark cheeks.

If Hadlyn was self-conscious about being naked in front of the passively staring Abbot, Faraia and Nirza seemed even more self-conscious. To say nothing of Caleldir, who had the extra advantage of being naked and in the middle of having sex.

The Abbot's golden eyes bored into the group. He turned to Fedwyn. [So, three of you have betrayed Us. I knew that the Forgotten Adventuress was never One of Us, so her betrayal I expected, but the Librarian? And You?]

Fedwyn rolled her eyes. "Geirloss, you sound like me fifteen minutes ago. I seem to remember me being rather stupid and recalcitrant, so I will not bother to talk you onto sanity. Geirloss, it is time to end this. You are the last piece."

The dragon looked furious. [You dare! Let me-]

Fedwyn struck the Abbot with a burst of force, knocking him over. "Attack!"

Most of the party hesitated for only a moment before following through with Fedwyn's orders. Apparently, now was not the time for negotiation. It would have taken a while anyway, and would have probably ended in a fight. Hadlyn especially wasn't sure about the situation; getting a dragon restrained, naked, and hard could not be a simple task. Still, Selene and Dahlia launched their attacks, both firing off their most powerful spells. Ashyr drew Yin and Yang and dashed forward with the rest of the melee fighters. Hadlyn stayed just behind them in her usual role as backup.

Ylene, who at this point would normally be making herself scarce and looking for a vulnerable spot, remembered Birchborn's previous orders. So she did attack, but her target was Caleldir and her weapon was her pussy. The catgirl had an apologetic look on her face for all of a second before her expression was overcome with pleasure. From what she heard him say, she could guess at how very mortified he must be feeling at the moment. It left her feeling very conflicted.

"Keep at it, girl!" Dahlia called back to the connected couple with giggling glee.

Caleldir, meanwhile, shuddered against Ylene's sudden attack. His own embarrassed expression lasted only a moment before he was overcome with bliss, and then shuddered in orgasm. Catching Ylene's rear, he began assisting her in bobbing back and forth along his cock.

Waves of pleasure caused Ylene to pant and make soft, catlike noises. Not that they could be heard over the cacophony of battle. Her first orgasm came and went, and she powered through the pleasure. "We can switch positions if you want." She suggested shyly when her legs started to burn with the effort. She wasn't used to having sex like that.

The problem with switching positions a bit was that Caleldir was at least slightly determined to keep standing so that he could move around away from errant attacks. "Maybe just slow down for a bit." Caleldir panted. "I do not want to lay either of us down."

Abanonda, Althaia, and Ashyr quickly converged on the prostrate abbot. They were not fast enough to stop him from twisting and leaping up and backward, kicking Abanonda right in the chest, knocking her over. The followed through by grabbing Althaia and hurling her back a hundred feet. Finally, he parried Ashyr's blades with his metal-clad forearms. He then sent out a wrath of fire right at Ashyr, coating her in flames. Hadlyn was able to heal her, but being nearly charred to the bone was not a pleasant experience.

Once he was away from the three melee fighters, the abbot absorbed and knocked away any and all oncoming magical or physical ranged attacks then sighed. His form and shadow rippled, his robes burst, and he grew in size to a Colossal Golden Dragon over the course of six seconds. Filling the vast hall, he let out a roar that deafened all of the party but Althaia, Dahlia, Nirza, and Fedwyn.

While most of the party held grim expressions of determination, glee was plastered all over Dahlia's features. The succubus was in great danger of falling back into that state of delirium that overcame her after Goelon pumped all that power (and strange ghostly seed) into her. Fighting while her master was fucking was almost as fun as a full-blown orgy. Not for the first time, she decided that becoming his familiar - though completely unintentional on both their parts - was the best thing that ever happened to her.

Fedwyn ordered Faraia and Nirza to buff Dahlia and Hadlyn as much as possible and to cure the party's deafness before she leaped forward herself, shifting her form into what could be only called an adamantine tree-woman. She began grappling with the Abbot. Mentally, she commanded Dahlia to prepare to hit the Abbot with all of her power once he had been battered down a bit.

"Maybe more people should go join Caleldir! Don't worry; I don't mind taking him myself as long as Priestess Hadlyn and Birchborn is with me!" Dahlia shouted back at the party when they regained their hearing. It was unclear whether she was joking or not.

"I don't know; we wouldn't want you to have too much fun!" Ashyr managed to respond, though she looked a bit dazed from becoming crispy then immediately deafened. Then she threw herself back into the fray where she could, trying to avoid teeth, claws, and tail.

Fedwyn considered everything. [Nirza, use up the last of your highest spell-slots, then go relieve Ylene on Caleldir Duty. Keeping Dahlia's power-up is our highest priority at this moment. Abanonda, you go help her.] Nirza nodded, threw a few more buffs out, hit the dragon with a magic meteor (which seemed to just sort of annoy him) and ghosted on over to take over for Ylene.

The catgirl was conflicted about switching out with Nirza. She obeyed immediately, of course, but it had been strangely enjoyable despite the muscle fatigue that she experienced. Once she got off of him, though, she found herself in a figurative puddle on the ground; her legs didn't seem to want to work. She didn't stay there for long, however. She vaulted off with her arms when she found that she needed to dodge an incoming attack.

Abanonda backed down from trying to punch a dragon's scales (which actually hurt a bit) and darted over to Caleldir and Ylene.

Spells almost depleted, Selene fell back to assist her animal companion and block incoming fire until Ylene could recover. Then they both worked to either block incoming attacks or alert the sex battery when it needed to get out of the way of something it was too distracted to notice. And, when they could manage it, tried to help pleasure one of them.

Predictably enough, Caleldir did not enjoy being part of the bizarre sex battery as much as the others enjoyed helping him be said battery. Not that he minded the sex, more that at this point sex was getting quite old, and he disliked being naked in public. Or sort-of in public.

It was a rather strange orgy.

Meanwhile, the others focused on the dragon. Hadlyn and Althaia spent all their time healing up damage from the enraged creature while the other spell-casters tried to pound him down. After some five minutes of grueling struggle, Fedwyn announced over their link that it was time for Dahlia to make her move. [Channel your magic with mind, and let us force this dragon back into humanoid form!]

-Here Goes!- Dahlia projected to the rest of the party with the glee of a new, more powerful person's energy coming her way. The succubus gathered all her power and knowledge specific to her sexually demonic nature and lashed out to try to subdue the dragon. It was something she had done with less powerful beings when all her tricks didn't pan out. She hadn't even tried with something half as powerful as the dragon abbott, though. Her aura practically hummed with the mad excitement: would it be enough?

Working with Fedwyn, Dahlia was able to wrap the dragon in her magic and squeeze, forcing him out of his draconic form. With a terrible roar, the abbot's body cracked and twisted, then collapsed into the form of a seven-foot-tall nude man with powerful muscles, a golden tonsure, and slightly gold-tinged skin. Due to having been forced out of draconic form by a succubus, he was sporting a rather prominent erection. On the large side, but not barbed or spiked or anything. Laboriously, he struggled to sit back up. [Why, you all-] he began indignantly.

"Now, Hadlyn, now!" Fedwyn said anxiously.

The succubus cackled with glee. It was with a lot of help from an extremely old, powerful archmage, but still, Dahlia hadn't felt so powerful in her entire existence. Out of habit, she began to fly over to the abbot to take her 'prize.' After all, he only had to break a vow to come out of his cursed state; surely, her pussy was as good as (if not better than) Hadlyn's!

-Dahlia- Came the warning thought of the High Priestess even as she darted forward to complete her task. There was no time to waste on even the quickest of thought conversations.

-I was just going to... hold him down for you. Yes,- lied Dahlia. But she did halt where she was, hovering several yards away from the abbot and looking at his erection with a hungry expression.

-Dahlia, there are reasons that I want Hadlyn doing this, not you,- Fedwyn chided the succubus with amusement.

Hadlyn ignored the succubus. Instead, she focused on one thing: engulfing that impressive member before the crazed abbot had time to recover. As she shot through the air, a quick spell cast at his cock made him slick enough that she shouldn't have too much trouble. Then, using her previous experience as a more rapey Lolthian acolyte, she attempted to take the celibate man by force.

Then, she was on him. Then, he was in her. His cock slid into her core smoothly and quickly, and the cursed abbot gasped. The room quavered. [No!] he rumbled. [Get off me, foul woman!] He tried to push her off, but he was suddenly very feeble. A terrible scream ripped through the monastery.