Draykan traded his close companionship with the temple and with Tybalt for the cold loneliness of the terrible place that he had once called home. Nestled into a mountain, hidden underneath and old watchtower, only those who had known of the place and experienced its terror first-hand would have any idea that it is actually here. He descends past the facade, and stops in front of the old stone wall. Closing his eyes, he imagines the movements the cultists made to open the secret passage. He utters the word that finishes the ritual--“Zelbia,” the goddess of one of the factions that worked here There were many here—a conglomeration of evil that worked on every plot and whim that came to their mind. It is through these dark and empty halls that Draykan’s life became a living hell. Though there there s no more life in these halls, the evil that saturates it chills him down to the core. He stops his trek in front of a chamber, its floor stained brown with all matter of unspeakable punishments. For the longest time, this solitary patch of stone and masonry was not just an insignificant little room, it was home. Draykan strikes the wall and unleashes a powerful roar the memories flooding back to him, but the fresh recollections of the strike of the cat and burning of brands disappears when he hears it: a muffled whimper that snaps him out of his fury. The dragon rushes towards the direction. The walls echo with each footstep, but, as he traverses the halls, he feels the wind blow against his chest. Stopping in front of the wall, he feels the breeze, digs his fingers in, and, with a mighty roar, tears the wall apart to reveal the secret room within. Into the chamber, the aura of magic creates a static hum all over Draykan’s scales. He steps forward, undeterred by any danger. The darkness around him supernaturally dims his vision, until suddenly, a ray of light appears in the middle of his room, and floating in that beam is a pitiful sight. She might have been an elf at one point in time, but now, she is merely a stump of a creature. Completely nude and bald, her mouth gagged with a ball and her eyes tied up in a bandage, she is deprived of most sensation in this arcane stasis. Draykan steps up and reaches for her. The closer he gets, the more he realizes that her skin is flawless. Not a single scar mars her flesh where the amputations would have occurred. Was it magic that made her this way?” Draykan’s fingers brush over her cheek, and she tilts her head upwards, her lips quivering as she lets out a soft whimper.He stops and undoes the gag, letting it clatter to the floor. Drool dribbles down along the corner of her mouth when she calls out. “Who’s there? Do you want to use me?” “What? No… I’m Draykan… I was a prisoner—an experiment— here, too. Her voice releases his name in a soft breath, her lips turning up to a smile. “Don’t be alarmed,” he says. “I’m going to undo your blindfold.” “It won’t matter,” she says, a musical lilt added to her words. When he lets the fabric fall over her body, he gasps. Through gray, unfocused eyes, the elf sees nothing. “I told you…” “I’m going to get you out of here,” he says, moving his hands down to hold onto her sides. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “S… sorry. It is painful. Dark magic…” He stops, but then he says. “I know magic to counteract it. I am a student of the spirits of love. Perhaps their art will counter the darkness here as it has with the darkness within me.” “Show me,” she whispers. “I need to know your name,” he adds, wrapping his arms around her, standing in the light and pulling her up against him, her body warm and soft against his scaled hide. “Galenna…” she whispers. “Then, Galenna… are you ready to receive the healing touch?” As he asks this, Draykan’s lengths rise up, tenting in his pants and prodding at her sex. Galenna gasps, her torso shuddering, but she closes her eyes and nods, hissing “Yes…” He carries her out of the light, and Galenna groans, a subdued sort of sound. He finds a table and places her down upon it to lay upon her stomach. The cool metal against her skin makes her shiver. He falls to his knees and spreads her lips, admiring the glistening. Already, she is ready for hm, and they have only just met! Is this the power of a real knight of love? He remembers Tybalt’s tips. The most important is to service what his partner desires, so he leans in, rolling out his tongue, and pressing the impressive muscle up against her. Her taste is sweet, more so than the High Priestess, and he delves within her, her gasps going from a low pained to a sharp surprise. Galenna wriggles under his actions as he plumbs deeper inside of her, lapping up every inch of her treat as he can. Soon, however, her shuddering turns to higher groans, pained groans. He pulls his face back and licks his lips. “Is… is that not enough?” She rolls back and forth over the table, moaning over and over again a word in what he thinks is elvish. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he says. “Galenna!” She looks over her shoulder, though she can’t see him. A blush flushes her face, her breath coming out as ragged gasps. “M…. More…” He frowns. “Are you sure?” “I… I can feel it…. soon. Yes. More…” He nods, her whines of need fueling the fires of his own desire. He pulls his pants down, letting his twin lengths spring free. Scooping her up, he rolls her onto her back, her head dangling over the edge of the table. Then, his twin lengths brush up along her, teasing at her lips, sliding down her crack, meeting at both of her entrances. Her lips quirk up in a smile, a soft chuckle arising from her soft voice… “T… that. It’s amazing!” He smiles back, his hands gripping onto her shoulders. Keeping his eyes on hers, though she cannot focus back, he penetrates her. The tight walls feel remarkably different than Tymara’s. While the priestess kept her body in great shape for the arts of love, this one feels so different, so new. He doesn’t question himself as the grunts rise up from his throat. He leans forward, overwhelming her with his form as he presses his chest to hers, his snout booping her nose. His hips rock forward, spreading her wide. The deeper he delves into her, the louder her once-silent cries become. Her body writhes underneath of him, perhaps the only way she can show her excitement in her current state. The penetration becomes more natural, and her cries get higher and higher with each deeper thrust. It is with one of his deep thrusts that one of his members meets, and then destroys, a barrier. He freezes, his eyes widening, and stops, staring at her. “You’re…” “Why… why are you stopping?” Galenna asks, her eyes blindly searching for him. “P… please, keep going!” Breaking through that initial surprise, he grunts an affirmative and presses on, now going through that barrier to parts untouched! Snorting, he speaks up to her. “I’ll see if they can heal you… better than I can… give you your… your legs—your arms, too.” Her smile is so wide, her sightless eyes rolling back as she pants higher and higher with each thrust. “I… I don’t n-need that, t-thanks to you!” She gasps, her voice losing more and more of its resistance and growing more with each syllable. “What do you-” He asks, but stops when something taps on his shoulder. Looking over there with a snarl, he yelps as a cold, porcelain arm rests over his shoulder, the hand tickling under his chin. Another hooks under his lower body, groping his ass. Galenna bites her lip and nods. “K-keep going. I feel it returning. My ability!” He shakes his head and continues, pushing further into her than before, even as legs graze his own and attach at her hips. Once connected, they wrap around hm, pulling him closer, stopping him from ever leaving before he is done! “More, more!” she screams, and he listens to her, looking down, focusing on her body as fingers trail up and down along his scales, feeling him with their own indulgent pace. Though, she isn’t the only one who is getting the sensual delight, for with each thrust, he sees the distortion under her body caused by his massive phalluses claiming her body as his own personal grounds. Her form slides on the table with each thrust, her breasts flopping lewdly with no restraint. Her legs that hook onto him do not move with her, floating in their original position, but still strong enough to keep him from backing up away from her. He grabs onto one of those legs, pulling them upward to rest it over his shoulder, and as he does, her body slides up to follow it, tied to the magical appendage, despite their lack of a physical connection. The idea of this magical being, the control he has even when not connected, drives him wild, and he roars, his hot breath over her face. With that, he slams into her, his climax coming hard and fast, shooting streams deep into her innards and up into her womb. Her arms and legs clatter to the floor as her body contracts around his members, her screams echoing throughout the halls of the lair of evil before she collapses back, panting, sweating, a total hot mess. Draykan pulls himself free, stumbling back, cum oozing from both tips as he stares down at her form, her head cocked to one side, full breasts glistening, her mouth quirked in a smile, and the cum dripping from two holes at once, her tummy swollen with his seed. He wipes his brow, taking a few deep breaths to catch himself. That exertion tires him out enough to collapse onto his butt on the floor. “T… that was…” She licks her lips, her whole form shuddering. “T… that was incredible!” she growls. Suddenly, her appendages spring to life, legs lacing around his and arms on his shoulders, as if her phantom body were sitting on his lap. She brushes her fingers over his cheeks and says. “I… I don’t feel any of it anymore. No more pain… no more restraint. I can do anything, be anywhere. It’s all because of you!” He smiles, pulling her hands away from his cheeks. “I’m… I’m glad to have helped. Now, about getting out of here… Her body flies off of the table, landing right in place where it would belong with her arms and legs. He gasps as her crotch slams right up against his own, sniffling back a tear. “What? Leave? Now? With you, my love? That sounds wonderful! Where shall we go?” “I, uh… suppose we can go back to the temple of love. They should be able to help you out more than I did and- “No!” “…no?” She wraps her arms around him, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. “I’m perfectly fine with my Drakey! You’ll protect me with your big strong muscles, and I’ll let you use my stumpy body whenever you want!” He stands up, helping her to stand with him. He pats her on the shoulders, squeezing them a bit to convey his meaning. “Look, Galenna. I don’t want to use you. That’s the last thing I want, alright? Besides, I can’t take your limbs from you. That’s cruel.” “Oh…” she says, tapping his chin. “So, you want me to keep the limbs on? Gotcha! Well, shall we?” With a nervous chuckle, Draykan pulls up his pants and laces his fingers with hers. “Yes, let’s,” leading her out of the dark chamber and into the unknown of the future.