The Apostate Ch. 05

"I am his mother," Alluva said.

"How is that possible?" Cyra asked.

"It is a long story," Alluva replied. "My magic is draconic in origin, because my bloodline contains that of a rare violet dragon, long dead. Thus your heritage. A red dragon named Fierkar seduced me and sired two eggs: you and your sister, Lidia. He left me before I birthed you two, but when he learned of you, he returned with a flock of Dragonlairds—servants of Tiamat. I was taken to his lair and forced to breed with the dragon. I laid a clutch of six eggs, each of them stunted and puny. Magic kept them from hatching for a long time, and somehow you found this one's egg."

"It was in the basement of a former lover's manor," Cyra said. "They were using him to make vile alchemical creations that were wreaking havoc on the lower class of Everlund. I liberated him and he clung to me."

"I'm not surprised," Alluva said, smiling as Drax nuzzled her. "But he is my child. I will take him."

Cyra nodded. "I understand," she said, a bit sadly.

"He is your brother, though," Alluva said with a warm smile. Cyra smiled at that, looking upon Drax with a new perspective.

"So he is."

"Come, let us retire to my manor. We have much to discuss concerning the red dragon Fierkar."

Iliara put a hand on Cyra's hip from behind, said, "Lead the way."

"Oh," Alluva said, "we are already here." The sorceress placed a small metallic statue on the ground, tapped the top of it and spoke a command word. Before them, the small statue grew into a humble little cottage, big enough for them all to sit in and rest comfortably, but just barely.

"Enter," the woman said with a charming smile. The four entered the two room cottage by way of the main room, which had a kitchen, a common room with thickly cushioned furniture, and a wall decorated with ancient paintings separating it from the bedroom, which they could see through a door slightly ajar in the middle of the wall.

"Lovely," Iliara said, smiling. "Quaint and lovely."

"It serves," Alluva said. She folded her arms under her chest, smiling as the four entered. "Make yourselves at home. There are refreshments over by the hearth," she said, pointing to the sitting area which framed a small hearth. A small table held biscuits, salted pork, and jams. They filed over and sat as Alluva joined them.

There was a sound like tinkling bells and a rumble of falling objects, attracting all of their attention.

Alluva smirked a little. "Pay no heed. That is my lover, Litissa."

"Mother?" Lidia asked when the dark-haired, pale-skinned elf walked into the common room, an eager smile on her face, a low-buttoned silk blouse on her chest, and a high-slitted skirt baring hanging onto her hips. Her eyes and face went wide with surprise when she saw the guests.

"Oh my, I didn't realize you were having guests!" the elf said with shock, putting a hand over her mouth.

"It's quite alright, my dear," Alluva said. "Make yourself comfortable. We are just going to discuss business. But first, meet my daughters: Cyra," she pointed to the red-skinned, horned woman who looked very much like a tiefling, "and Lidia," she put a hand on the white-skinned, black winged woman next to her. Both smiled at the elf.

"Well met," she said meekly. "I'll set my things up in the bedroom while you all talk."

"Of course," Alluva said.

The five of them went about their work, Alluva illuminating them on her plan to confront the red dragon who had sired her runt dragons and two daughters. The lair was in the Spine of the World mountains, one strong flight away, she explained. They'd enter through a cavern complex and sneak into his lair. Between their individual skills, she didn't expect it to be so challenging, as she would keep his attention focused on her with her powerful magic.

They were just finishing their conversation when a high-pitched squeal came from Alluva's bedroom.

"Was that..." Cyra asked, and Alluva held up her hand. There was another sound, this one more of a moan, and they all let conspiratorial grins crawl across their faces.

More moaning came through the closed door, and the five women all stood slowly and crept toward the door, which Alluva opened silently.

Litissa was facing away from them, her slender hips rocking back and forth on a long, broad shaft that had more than a foot of length sticking out of her leaking pussy. It was black and veined, and when she slipped it out of her pussy, they saw that the bulbous head was leaking pearly cream all over the shaft, the same substance running out of her gaping cunny in rivulets.

"Little size queen," Iliara said about the same time that Vath started growling in her throat. She grabbed the orc's hand and put it against her bottom, delighting in the feeling of the woman's strong hand gripping her pert, athletic bottom, which was just a shade bigger than the other elf's. The half-orc's fingers sought the cleft of her ass through her leggings, then reached lower, gripping at her pubic mound through the fabric, causing Iliara to gasp silently.

Cyra looked over her shoulder at the two of them, took in the scene, and grinned deviously.

"Mother," she said in a velvety voice. "There are three Lovedrakes in this home, two elves, and a half-orc, all three of which seem to adore fucking us."

"I see," Alluva purred after a moment's thought. "Vath, Iliara, please join my lover Litissa on the bed. Litissa!"

The elf mounting the gigantic cock turned her head sharply, eyes wide as she slipped and impaled her ass on the cock, falling nearly down the entire length. She howled in pain and delight.

"All fours, right now. Your new friends will join you." Litissa looked over to see the busty, muscular half-orc eyeing her with ravenous hunger and the lithe, athletic elf, built so much stronger than herself, licking her dark pink lips in anticipation, setting them a-glitter in the magical lighting of the bedroom.

"My lady, I didn't know you cared so much about me," the former courtesan purred, rubbing at her bare snatch as her new friends began stripping each other. They three came together in a passionate kiss, alternating between each other while the Lovedrakes stripped down and plundered a chest that Alluva led them to. Bare of clothing, their sexes emanating the scent of arousal, they each strapped on a leather harness with a large dildo attached to it, jutting from their sexes. Alluva tapped each one on the head and spoke a command word.

Cyra's dildo turned the same red hue of her flesh, and grew a long, ribbed attachment that embedded itself into Cyra's smoldering cunt. Lidia's cock turned from clear to black, and a tail-like protrusion coiled up into her sex, spiraling around itself within her loins and setting the winged woman to trembling already. Her essence began flowing down her thighs immediately. Alluva's strap-on turned a bright purple color but no attachment grew into her own orifice. Rather, another cock grew from the base of the dildo, bright purple and curved...the perfect tool for a tight asshole.

"Hands and knees, ladies," Alluva reiterated, stroking her dual cocks as she approached the bed.

Iliara and Litissa knelt facing each other on the bed's flanks, while Vath took the foot of the bed, her round, muscular ass much larger, her sex plumper, and her asshole gaping slightly, while the elves' posteriors were small and petite, with puckered pink rosebuds and snug little vulvas.

The Lovedrakes took their turns with each, eating ass and pussy, plowing their dildos into their lovers, and passing them around back and forth. There were times when Lidia and Cyra took the same lover, filling both her holes with their strapped on dildos. Vath took this like a champion warrior, bucking her hips against both invading cocks, while Iliara was whimpering and panting as if she was bordering on pain and pleasure the entire time she climaxed with those two big fake pricks inside her. Alluva, of course, gave each lover a similar treatment, her dual cocks plowing both holes simultaneously.

The two elves wore themselves out quickly, reaching for each orgasm, even chaining them together, and soon enough were in each other's arms, holding each other and kissing hungrily while one Lovedrake or another fucked them, ravaging either of their holes.

It was Vath, though, that seemed to thrive in this environment. She lost herself to a sort of berserker lust. Pain, pleasure, it mattered not, for they were one and the same to the half-orc. If her asshole was stuffed with cock, she was furiously smacking her cunt and trying desperately to fist herself. Vice versa, when Alluva shoved both her cocks into Vath's cunt, the half-orc howled with lust-fueled fury and fucked her own asshole or mauled at her breasts, twisting her nipples in painful jerks.

"This one fucks like a rabid beast," Alluva said, double-stuffing the half-orcs holes alternatingly. "A regular painslut!"

"I've got what she needs," Cyra said. "Iliara, with me!"

She took the half-orc away from Alluva, who's dual cocks were dripping with orcish musk. She pulled Vath atop her, letting the barbarian ride her thick red dildo. The half-orc did so with abandon until she felt the elf behind her, hips pressing against the half-orc's rounded ass.

"Her asshole is so stretched out," Iliara said to Cyra.

"Do what you must," Cyra said with a grin, and Vath bared her teeth and fangs in a snarl that could only mean "gut-punch my asshole."

And Iliara did so. She slid her whole hand into Vath's dilated ass without issue and pressed in deeply, the half-orc's larger body dwarfing Iliara's forearm.

"More!" Vath snarled.

Iliara grinned. She wrapped her fingers around her embedded forearm and slid them into the well-lubricated anal ring, sliding her hand in alongside her forearm until her asshole stretched against both of the elf's hands and wrists. Vath howled and her body convulsed violently. She lost all control of her body as her orgasm rocked her. Her cunt jettisoned a vast amount of crystal-clear nectar in such amounts that Alluva momentarily wondered if she hadn't simply lost control of her bladder.

Cyra and Iliara grinned at each other, their lover's bond speaking volumes over the half-orc's rounded, muscular shoulders.

And, not to be outdone, Litissa was eagerly mounting Lidia Lovedrake while Alluva aligned herself behind the elf. Alluva had a cock in each of Litissa's holes, while Lidia fucked the elf's cunt. The black haired elf thrust herself against both cocks until her own orgasm had her trembling and quivering with exhaustion.

After the six women recovered from that, the Lovedrake's laid on the bed, leg's splayed apart, hands held with each other, while their respective lover's performed cunnilingus so perfect that Cyra might have called it divinely inspired. Iliara drank deeply from her font of bliss. Cyra's juices stained the elf's cheeks and breasts.

Alluva was panting and gasping at Litissa's expert ministrations, her tongue swirling and suckling and diving deep into Alluva's snatch. The dragon-descendant spewed her orgasm all over the elf's face, matting her black hair down.

Lidia had her tail fucking her cunt while Vath mauled her clitoris with her thick, broad tongue. The winged woman bucked and shook, her orgasm shaking the bed and dousing the half-orc's mouth with her ever-flowing nectar.

The six of them slept like babes until well into the afternoon, but awoke with renewed vigor.

And sore, stretched cunts.

*****

The next day, the women, sans Litissa, who was remaining behind anyway, were standing outside of the entrance to the cavern system that would lead them to Fierkar's lair. They were all feeling very familiar with each other until a wave of decay washed over them from the tunnel's mouth. Suddenly frowning and scowling, the five women entered the system of caverns and wound their way through the network of tunnels to where Alluva claimed the lair of Fierkar was.

What they found, though, was anything but an active dragon's lair.

The massive, scaled head, crowned with horns, dominated by two massive swept horns jutting from its brow, was severed from the rest of the dragon's body. Scales had fallen off after what appeared to be years of decay—or necromantic magic. Alluva's mouth hung open, slack with astonishment and grief that after years of hunting the dragon, she had been robbed of the chance to slay the beast.

"Mother," Lidia whispered, her hand on the woman's shoulder. "Mother..."

But Alluva wasn't listening. She began to wander into the great open-ceilinged cavern, eyes agape as she seemed to stumble mindlessly forward. Lidia made to join her mother, but Cyra's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

The red-skinned woman, also a spawn of the beast dead before them, had her golden eyes trained on the other side of the cavern, where shadowy figures were busy plundering the dragon's hoard.

"Goblins," Lidia said, dismissively.

"No," Cyra whispered. "Slaves. Your mother is walking into a trap, but not one premeditated. Look closer."

Iliara gasped. "Drow!"

Lidia's eyes went wide, and before she could think of any way to warn her mother, a shout among the goblins turned their attention to the purple-robed woman standing before the massive dragon's head.

"Interloper!" cried a tall, muscular woman, her dull black mail decorated with glittering badges of silver and mithril. She unlooped a long black scourge from her belt and pointed with her other hand. "At them, slaves!"

The goblins whooped and jumped about, confused until the drow female snapped her whip at the creatures, slaying one instantly. They all charged at Alluva, brandishing crude clubs and hammers.

But Alluva, the dragon sorceress, was filled with fury at the sight. Her great purple robe fanned out behind her into a set of massive draconic wings, her hands growing talons where fingers should have been, and her naked body sheathed with iridescent purple scales. She roared her fury, sounding very much like the dragon who had sired her bloodline centuries ago, and unleashed a fury of pure arcane power over the wave of goblins. They incinerated, burnt to a fine lavender mist that glowed with burning arcane energy.

Then, the drow came out. There was a priestess and a wizard among the male soldiers, who's fine swords gleamed in the sunlight filtering through the opening above them all. Wards were placed over the warriors, blessing given to them from Lolth to strengthen their bodies and their minds against magic.

But Alluva was no trifling mage. Her wings flapped, lifting her into the air, and she began casting, her talons weaving intricate images in the air that glowed briefly, one after the other, forming spell after spell in rapid succession.

She finished casting. All of a sudden, there was a rain of small meteors, a storm of lightning, and a torrent of whirling, unerring arcane missiles, all of them crashing down on the dozen or so drow meaning to slay Alluva. Her magic rent them asunder, scorching and flaying and disintegrating their bodies, until only the scourge-wielding priestess remained.

"Mother!" Cyra and Lidia shouted in unison. They charged in, Iliara and Vath in tow. The priestess was staring in abject terror, unable to lift her scourge as Lidia tackled the strongly-built drow. Cyra turned to face Alluva, her friends behind her, and the purple-clad woman's fury flew from her in a scream, her face streaked with tears of anger and disappointment.

"He was mine to slay!" she seethed, floating to the ground. Her wings shrunk in, but only to sheath at her back. Her robe didn't return to normal, keeping her body wrapped tightly in those purple scales. "Mine, you drow bitch!"

"Mother," Cyra said, patting her hands to calm the sorceress. "Let us see what the woman knows, aye?"

"Oh, aye!" Alluva said, pushing past Cyra and Vath, shoving Lidia off the drow, and clamping her hands over the muscular drow's skull. Magic glowed from her fingertips, stabbing into the drow's skull. She screamed in utter agony, her mind being reamed by Alluva's magic, leaving her a quivering, drooling mess as the sorceress forcibly took the information she needed.

"A House in Menzoberranzan," Alluva said through gritted teeth. "House Mourlefey."

"St-st-st-stop-p-p-p-p!" the drow shouted through clattered teeth. "I c-c-c-can h-h-h-help-p-p-p!"

Alluva pulled her hands off the woman's head. "Help me how?" Alluva snarled, magic on the tip of her tongue, the breath of an ancient purple wyrm in her throat.

"Like this," the priestess said, grinning. Her mouth fountained blood from a tongue that had been bitten off at the tip. Her hand thrust into Alluva's chest, and the woman gasped, snarled, and breathed a breath of searing force that blew the drow's head clean off her shoulders.

Then she fell back, eyes wide. A stone was glowing inside her chest, having somehow bored its way through her armor of scales.

Alluva screamed, and with her last breath, sent out a wave of force that knocked the other four women away from her.

The stone within her chest exploded, sending scales and flesh in a violet-pink mist all over the cavern.

*****

"Mother!" Lidia keened, screeching at the top of her lungs. "Mother!"

Cyra clung to Iliara, who had landed next to her, and was trying desperately to regain her senses after the blast of force had pushed them outside of the explosive radius. She watched with horror and disbelief as clouds of mist—all that remained of Alluva Lovedrake—fell slowly to the cavern floor. Lidia was beside herself with grief and fury, and more emotions that she couldn't even put a name to. Vath tried to approach to comfort the half-dragon, but the winged woman shoved the half-orc away. She fell to her knees, head on the wet stone floor, tears pooling, mixing with the liquefied remains of her mother.

"By the gods," Iliara said, her voice choked and strained.

Something dropped next to Lidia: the little stone figurine of Alluva's cottage. The half-dragon took it and clutched it so tightly that her palm began to bleed around the metal.

"Mother..." Lidia breathed.

"We have to go to the Underdark," Cyra asked Iliara. "To House Mourlefey."

"I know," Iliara said. "But how?"

"I have no bloody clue," Cyra said, losing herself in her lover's embrace.

"I may be able to assist with that," came a harshly melodious voice. All three looked up in time to see another dozen drow, half of them females with scowling faces, strong builds, and scourges in hand. Globes of darkness fell over them all, blinding them, and the snap and hiss of spells being cast echoed through the cavern.

There was a shriek, the furious sound of an enraged dragon-child.

Drax.

The darkness popped away, revealing Lidia's unconscious body on the ground, mounted by a priestess who was snapping an adamantite collar around her neck. The rest were slowly circling around Cyra and Iliara as Drax swooped down, fire spitting from his maw. He actually managed to burn a few drow before a spell sent him flying away, howling in pain.

"Drax!" Cyra cried out, eyes wide with desperation.

"The red woman fears for her pet," the same drow who had spoken initially said, marching over to Cyra. "Fear not, though. That one is smarter than you give it credit for. It will not return here. And you will not be here if it does."

Cyra shifted her weight so she could spring forward and throttle the priestess, but a sharp crack to her side sent Iliara crumpling forward, unconscious and bleeding from where a dagger's pommel had bludgeoned her. "Iliara!" she shouted, reaching for her lover, when she suffered a similar fate.

*****

Lidia Lovedrake stood in a tall, round chamber with eight pillars, four on each side of the chamber, equidistant from each other. Each pillar was carved in the likeness of one of Lolth's common forms, mirrored by its companion pillar on the opposite side of the room. The closest to the throne was carved into the likeness of a naked drow woman and decorated with gemstones for eyes, nipples, vulva, navel, and the tips of each of her digits. The next pillar was a woman with eight arachnid legs where her arms and legs should have been, two for each limb, extended vertically.