[b][u][center]Proving Power Through Pleasure Part 2 For Repanbo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Tharun grunted as he dragged himself through the debris scattered across where the village had been. For all that he knew that this dragoness was going to be a hard one to fight, he hadn’t expected something like this. Then again, why not? The invitation had been clear enough about what he should have expected: a dragoness with the power to take on even the most capable of fighters, and here she was starting to prove it. He had thought that the magic-resistant dart tips would be enough to get through her shield, but after two shots, it was clear that wasn’t going to be the case. He needed something bigger, stronger, and packing a lot more punch to get through that barrier. More to the point, he needed it soon; there was no way that Bunti was going to keep this Drakina busy for long. Their first ambush had been completely derailed. The dragoness had managed to take out the hiding place that Velera had picked for herself, and Saldith had been half-buried underground. If she hadn’t seen where the two had run off to, then they might still have a chance, but he didn’t put long odds on that. As he pulled one of the magic-resistant knives from his bandolier, a shadow slipped across the ground, slowly forming into something more resembling a person. Velera stepped free, her wings flared wide along her back, and her hands were tipped with claws. Dragon claws. “What happened?” she asked. “Drakina managed to sink the entire village at once. Some spell that commanded them to go into the ground.” “She’s fast.” “Are you going to be able to take her?” he asked, twisting the knife around as he pulled another launcher from his thigh. “Yeah…where did you get that?” “Baggy clothes. Good for hiding things.” “I’ll remember that.” “I’m going to need something stronger than a dart to get her; hopefully, this doesn’t do too much damage to her.” “I hope not; I’m still hoping for the chance to get to play with that woman…” Tharun smiled to himself, shaking his head. Not that he could blame her. The idea of being the first team to actually beat this dragoness at her own game was a hot one, though he had little faith that it would happen. He just hoped that they could put on a good enough show to keep her from really putting the hurt to them when it was over. Velera, on the other hand…well, it was clear that she had the hots for the dragoness. The dark-skinned woman grinned to herself as she looked across the village, staring at the purple mass that was slowly pushing Bunti off of her. Green feet were shoved back from purple breasts, and the dragoness was rising up. Both of them knew what that meant. The rage was done, Bunti was weakened, and the dragoness had the edge again. “You take left, I’ll take right,” Tharun said. “Give me an opening, and I’ll get her.” “You got it,” the sorceress said, taking to the air. # Drakina groaned as she got to her feet, sinking her toes into the dust as the half-orc backed up. She knew the power that the raging one had tapped into in order to knock her down; the berserker rage of a barbarian was a powerful tool, but there was only so long that it could last. Now that it was done, it was her turn. [i]It’s been a long time since I used my body for a fight…let’s see if I still got it.[/i] The purple dragoness pulled her fist back and unleashed her best punch. Bunti pulled her greatsword up to block, but – CRACK! The blade took a dent through the middle of the foot-thick sheet of metal. A second punch caught the grip and hilt, and Drakina chuckled as she hit it hard enough to send it flying out of the half-orc’s hands. Bunti stumbled backwards, but the dragoness was still on the attack. Punch, kick, punch, punch. The half-orc managed to block half of the blows, but she was still getting driven back, particularly as she pulled her tail into the fray. “You’re quicker than you look, but you got angry too fast,” she said with a chuckle. “You think that you can hold me back without the rage?” “Bunti gets angry…can rage again.” “Not for a while. Not soon enough to beat me.” The half-orc growled, throwing a punch of her own, but Drakina caught it against her palm. Clenching her fingers tight, she gripped the other woman’s fist and threw her over her shoulder, sending the barbarian flying across the destroyed village. The other woman slammed into a pile of thatch, hay and worse digging into the other woman’s back. Shaking her head, she walked over and stood on the orc’s face, grinding her sole against the green-skinned woman’s nose. Bunti took a breath – “Nnngh…” And almost immediately, the other woman’s back arched, her chest shaking as she breathed in another breath, and then another. Her nipples hardened, making them that much stiffer beneath the piercings she had, and her loincloth started to stick to the space between her legs. “I would have thought you’d have a better resistance to this, being that strong. Or is all the muscle you got in your arms, with nothing between your ears?” She shook her head. For all that the Amazonian orc was a beautiful specimen of muscular femininity, there was something disappointing at that. She would have thought that the strongest of the party – A sudden heat burned in the air around her, and Drakina reacted instinctively. Pulling at the magic, she demanded the fire cease, commanding it to chill. The sparks that had started to form around her, the beginning of a fireball, faded away almost immediately. The sorceress. She should have remembered. Winging her way out of the sky was the hybrid woman, and the dragoness chuckled to herself as she saw the imitation wings and claws that the other female had taken on. Dragging her foot off of the half-orc’s face, leaving Bunti to groan and grumble, she turned her attention to the newcomer. “A fireball? Really?” she asked, shaking her head. “And around your friend, too?” “I knew you’d get rid of it.” “You assume a lot from me.” Drakina smiled. “You know me well.” The sorceress blushed, and she took that moment to strike. The cords of power were all over the island, and they connected place to place, but they could connect person to person as well. The more one moved through the island, the more that they gained connections. Little threads, like cobwebs that stuck to clothes, but they added up, allowing for hundreds of little connections if you knew how to use them. And if you knew how to control them. The dragoness flicked her fingers, and the sorceress yelped as her arms were suddenly spread wide, her wrists bound in the cords. As the other woman grunted, pulling at them, Drakina slowly stepped toward her. “Was it you that tried that charm spell earlier?” “How much trouble am I in if I say yes?” “Oh, not much trouble…but you might be in for a great deal of…education.” “It was a good way to find you. And besides, if it worked, then we’d already be getting what we wanted.” “Not much in the way of morally compelled, are we?” “Are you?” “Not at all. I’m surprised that we haven’t met. Then again, you’re running your mouth quite a bit…” A distraction, she realized, and one that was going to come from – Flick. She lifted her leg just in time to avoid getting it stabbed from behind. A knife went flying through the gap, hitting the ground with enough force to stab it several inches past the bottom of the hilt. [i]Someone’s staying to the shadows, aren’t they?[/i] Just as she took her attention off the sorceress, though, the other woman counterattacked. The strands around her wrists suddenly flooded with power, charm spells, fire spells, everything to do with heat running down the connections back at her. Drakina swapped her attention back, throwing up her own power against it. They both started to sweat, the sorceress groaning under her breath. “Mmmph…I was hoping…hoping you weren’t paying attention…” “You think that I would miss magic on my island?” “I was hoping…” It was annoying. The sorceress was competent enough at her magic that the dragoness couldn’t just cancel the spell. There was too much power behind it, too much energy for her to just snap her fingers and extinguish it. As before, she would have needed to swarm it from behind, to attack the spell from various angles to completely crush it. It was a stalemate, and one that would only end if either of them lost control of their magic, or – [i]I don’t have time for this.[/i] Drakina flicked her fingers again, and the puppet strings snapped. The sorceress collapsed onto her front, panting hard as her leather vest flapped around her. Shaking her head, the dragoness stepped forward, almost pressing her heel against the other woman’s head. “I know that’s not all you have for me. It’s rare that I find someone that can match me strength for strength…even if she doesn’t have the skill to overwhelm me.” “Mmmph…I don’t play by the rules,” the sorceress muttered. “You don’t either…so I’m pretty sure you won’t mind this!” Drakina felt the power coming up through the earth. In that moment, she could feel what the spell was, knew what it would do to her, and knew that it would put her at a disadvantage. And in that moment, she decided not to crush it. After all, where was the fun if she just finished them right there and then? # Tharun cursed under his breath as he ran to another hiding spot, feeling more like a thief than a bard as he ducked from place to place. This was not going well for them, despite his best efforts. Every time that he tried something, the dragoness either had something prepared to stop it, or she saw it coming. Then again, the hunt was that much more intriguing as a result. As he circled around to the crater that Bunti was in, he kept one eye on the fight between Velera and one eye on the rest of the ruined village. It wasn’t going well for them, but there were still plenty of chances to turn the tide. Provided that their barbarian was still sane, then they could even win. Kneeling down at the edge of the crater, he shook Bunti by the shoulder. The half-orc groaned under her breath, her eyes open, obviously conscious, but there was not the same awareness in her eyes as had been there before. He sniffed the air, then rubbed his nose, keeping the burning musk outside from going deeper. [i]Clever,[/i] he thought, [i]but not enough.[/i] He took a moment to swab the musky sweat off of the green woman’s face, then dabbed her with a little perfume. She coughed almost instantly, sitting up and rubbing her face almost raw. “DAMMIT THARUN!” she roared, just as the earth exploded off to the side. They rolled back, looking with awe at the great block of rock that burst out of the ground. It blocked their view of the dragoness and Velera, but it was easy to guess what had happened. Tharun grinned. It was a powerful spell, one that was known simply as the Tomb of Earth. Velera had perfected it after learning of its existence nearly a decade ago, and she’d used it a number of times against the greatest mages and warriors that they had fought. It was the best way to pin them down and keep them safe for transport to whatever kingdom that they happened to be working for at the time. Of course, what most people didn’t know as that there were two variants of the spell. The first one imprisoned someone in a coffin of earth and stone that was more than six feet thick. The other – which is what he was fairly sure that Velera had cast – was a bit more…open. “Finally,” Velera said from the other side. “Come on over. You have to get a good look at this.” “A moment. We still need to find Saldith.” “His dogs are digging him up. Come on. You [i]have[/i] to see this.” Considering the rarity of the moment, he didn’t disagree. Helping Bunti to her feet, the elf and half-orc rounded the pillar of rock. What they saw was something amazing. The great Drakina was spread-eagle against the rock, her arms and legs spread and pinned down by great casts of stone. They were held pointed, unable to move, and her fingers were likewise pinned in place. The only things that were exposed were her face, her chest, and her groin. The sight of her was a magnificent one, and he couldn’t help but smile at the way that she seemed completely unshamed by the fact that she was completely exposed. She didn’t try and pull her legs together, didn’t try and hide her cock and balls, didn’t do anything to shift away from people staring at her tits or her hips. She didn’t seem to want to hide her body; if anything, she seemed to push forward and show it off. “She’s strong, Tharun,” Velera said. “I don’t know how long this can hold her; she’s already pushing back at me.” “We’ll just have to give her a distraction, then, keep her from focusing on the spell.” He had always been good at that. A seducer, a playboy, and more, the elf had pushed his limits every time that he’d been with a woman. The frail ones, the strong ones, even Bunti on one daring night. But this was the first time that he had dared go for someone this powerful and mighty. Reaching for her cock, he squeezed the shaft between his fingers. It was real, alright, not merely an illusion. She was a legitimate hermaphrodite, someone with both sexes. The twin smells of male and female from her crotch were strong, heady, and he felt his own cock throbbing in his baggy clothes. He looked up at her, seeing the smirk on her lips, the burning purple fire in her eyes, and he knew that she expected him to fall victim to her scent. Truthfully, if he had not been expecting it, he probably would have. Even now, he felt the hunger to just lean in and suck her… But no. He was a master of his own destiny, and a master of females. He would not just fall to her that easily. Instead, he grabbed her cock that much tighter, stroking along the underside of her cockhead. She groaned, a bit of pre-cum oozing from her. “Yes, that’s what I thought. A libido-driven dragoness knows what she wants, alright. How long has it been since someone held you down for a bit of fun, hmm?” “Heh…long enough that your hand feels better than your skill suggests it should.” Velera and Bunti ‘ooooohed’ at that, and he rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. I’m sure that you’re experienced with many submissives. We’ll see how long you last…” “I’m sure…mmph…we will.” # The dragoness was definitely enjoying the hand on her cock, for all that she was tied up at the moment. She hadn’t expected to be restrained to quite this extent, and the sorceress was right in that she was pushing back against the enchantment. However, what this Velera probably didn’t know was how little she was actually pushing. [i]You want to hold me, hmm? Let’s see how long you can actually do that…[/i] So, she pushed her dominance against the earth, against the magic around her, forcing it to bend backwards a little bit. There was no gesture required for this type of magic, no words, nothing but will. It was the magic that required the most power of the self, and it was far from efficient, but it was the sort of magic that could be used anywhere. It had limitless applications, flexible beyond what any other type of magical discipline could accomplish, and while she could tire herself out faster, it meant that she could do something that very few other mages could. It meant that she could take control of the magic of other sorcerers, other wizards, anyone that used magic of their own rather than magic of the gods. That was why she wasn’t worried, even as the other adventurers came close. Even as the half-orc grabbed her by the breasts, mauling them and squeezing them, or when the sorceress reached under her and fingered her pussy ever so slowly, she knew that she had the ability to overwhelm their spells. It was just a matter of when she wanted to, and how she would do it. It was rather amusing to see them thinking that they had overcome her. The legend of her power must have shrunk drastically in the outside world if this was all that they thought was needed to put her in her place. Well, they would learn. They would – “Ugh, finally.” The lizardfolk. Ah, he had finally joined them. The dragoness turned her head to face the approaching reptile, smiling at him. As soon as he approached, his nostrils flared, his eyes going wide. One breath, two, and his wooden armor was suddenly clenching down on him. He stumbled to his knees, cupping himself, rolling on his side. The sorceress broke off, her finger leaving the dragoness’s pussy. “Saldith? Saldith, what’s wrong?” “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” “Don’t worry about him,” Drakina said. “It’s merely a dose of my – ah – pheromones. He’ll be alright when he’s gotten the chance to cum a few dozen times.” “Why is he affected and not us?” the sorceress asked. “Because he’s naturally reptilian. The rest of you require something with a bit more…oomph.” The elf rolled his eyes a bit, shifting up his grip on her cock to – “Ah!” Drakina arched her back a bit, having to give this little male a bit of credit. He definitely was good with his hands, though he was pulling little tricks that she wasn’t entirely keen on. The way that he had just twisted under the head of her cock had been a mix of pain and pleasure, and while she enjoyed both, she wasn’t about to let him just do that without a little bit of recompense. Narrowing her eyes, she glared down at him, her eyes flaring with purple fire. He looked at her with a smirk. “Good luck trying to do anything to me. You’re paralyzed, and the moment you speak, I can gag you. I know how your magic works.” “No…you really don’t.” Her eyes flared, and she [i]pulled.[/i] # With the group together, any threat should have been easily managed, but there was no threat so great as a dragoness that could do the impossible. Tharun had been right in his initial assessment. The Tomb of Stone kept the dragoness from using the traditional gestures that came with the arcane magics, and any word could have been silenced before the spell was completed. But neither was how the dragoness cast this new spell. The elf had been about to slide his hand from her balls to her sex when her eyes flared, and he gasped, falling backwards. His hands trembled, going from fine and delicate to something different, something harsher. His fingers thickened, the fine, fair flesh going dark red. The elf stumbled, holding them before him as his flesh rippled and bubbled. He felt her power over him, felt her magic pulling at something in him. His elf-hood? Yes, that was it. She was pulling out what he was, replacing it with something else. Velera was there, throwing her magic at him, but it was too late. The dragoness’s power was inside of him, commanding him, changing him. His face stretched forward, mouth and nose and lips coming together to form the end of a muzzle, long and straightforward, with nostrils that were wider than before. His ears, pointed already, rose to the top of his head, his finely-trimmed hair coming together along the back of his neck for a mane. Bit by bit, his body lost the elegance of an elf, taking on the bestial masculinity of a horse. He ripped through his clothes, his chest barreling out, his fine, slender shoulders expanding outward. Great biceps that he had never earned burst into existence in his arms, and his back rippled as the muscles crept along his body, filling him out as the red fur on his arms and hands spread across him. His cock, a meager one compared to the beasts in the field and the caves, grew tall and strong, the head flattening out as a horse cock replaced what the elf had naturally. He fell over backwards, his new shaft throbbing upwards, beginning to twitch, his balls quivering as they forced his thighs apart. The dragoness smiled the whole time, not having moved at all. As the curse of her power moved down his legs, threatening to turn his feet into hooves – his toes already blackening – Bunti did the only thing that might help him. The half-orc grabbed the dragoness’s nipples and TWISTED. # Drakina had made the mistake of getting too involved in playing with the elf to notice what the others were doing, so when the green-skinned woman grabbed her breasts, she just assumed that it was more play. The sudden twisting, on the other hand – “NNNNGH!” The dragoness arched her back, gasping at the sudden pain through the pleasure that she’d been getting. It was still…pleasant, considering that she had learned how to take some pleasure from just about anything, but it had been a shock and a half to her system, something that she hadn’t been expecting. Her concentration, on the elf, at least, was broken. He slumped to the ground just before his feet could be warped to be properly made into hooves, leaving them larger than they would normally be, red-soled and black-toed. She shook her head. Her brother would have enjoyed that, but this was a bit off for her. As the sorceress helped the new horse to his feet, the barbarian moved to stand in front of her. Dragoness and half-orc met each other’s eyes, and the half-orc chuckled. “Dragoness bitch like pain?” “Oh, I like everything.” Bunti grabbed her by the breasts again, bouncing them up and down lightly. The big hands of the half-orc were definitely going to be good for giving pain, if they were to go down that route, but for the moment, the barbarian seemed to be more measuring her options than anything else. As the sweaty half-orc pressed up against her, soon tit to tit and cock to belly, Drakina felt at the spell that was holding her down. The sorceress had finally stopped pushing back, her focus on the horse-man rather than on the Tomb of Stone. Time to – “You enjoying this, hmm?” Drakina rolled her eyes at the question. “If you mean the fight, yes.” “No. Mean being tied up.” “Well, it’s been a long time since someone tried.” “Good. Means you need it.” “Perhaps.” Drakina smiled. “But I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” “Got you now.” “Do you?” As any dominant in the bedroom could have told them, the power of domination did not lie in the tools that one had to bring pain, pleasure, or combinations of the two. Domination in politics did not depend on the favors that one had, or the power of the military. Domination, instead, came from the confidence and presentation one had, and the ability to attach their power to the minds of others. It didn’t matter if someone else was confident in their path. It didn’t matter if they were powerful in their own right. If you had the confidence, the presence, and the raw personal power to just keep pushing, to guide them forward, to take the reins and make things happen the way you wanted, then everyone else was eventually doomed to follow. That was what she did with magic. She didn’t even have to use her own. Instead, she reached out to the spell that bound her. The Tomb of Earth, a classical spell, and one that had been eventually shifted from the spells of the ancients – one that was great for parties, for sensory deprivation, and other kinky uses – to being more of a prison spell. The magic burned in the stone around her, thick and strong, and she grabbed it the way that she would grab the leash of an unruly slave. [i]You know who I am.[/i] And the magic did. It trembled around her, and the dragoness smiled to herself. [i]You will release me…and if you do not…then you and I? We will have words…your stone will run to dust…your shape will never hold true again…but if you release me…then I will see to it that you hold your shape for eternity…[/i] She smiled, stroking a mental finger along the metaphorical neck of the magic in the rock. [i]Your power of restraint will be put to use…be good for your mistress…and I will let you restrain your user…[/i] The magic quivered before her, then broke. As the earth and stone that held her shattered, Drakina swept her wings forward. The blast carried her scent with it, and all in its path were knocked off their feet, the gust of wind creating erections and soaked pussies in its path. Saldith whimpered, the wolves with him humping the air as the pheromones of the dragon left them horny, but they still growled at her. Drakina looked over the bowled-over party, shaking her head. “You’ve amused me enough for the night. I’ll give you another chance, tomorrow…but in payment for that…” The dragoness flicked her fingers, and each of the party members gasped. They arched their backs, cocks and slits locked down. “I’ll keep you nice and randy for me tomorrow. You had the chance to really take charge today, and you bungled it. Too confident, too sure of your success.” She shook her head, spreading her wings. “Tomorrow, I hope, you’ll present a better challenge.” They’d started out so well, too. Now, she’d have to wait, give them a chance to rest, get their spells back. That meant that she’d have to wait a whole night for them to get back to normal, to be a challenge again. The temptation to just take one of them with her was stronger than she expected. After all, she had just won, and the rules of any dungeon would have said that the boss had the right to take a prize with them for their accomplishment. She could have taken the new horse, or she could have imprinted the half-orc with her foot and taken her along, or taken the sorceress and seen how she dealt with a true dragoness mistress over her. But no. The team would not be as good if she had to fight them only three at a time, even if they could use the training. She sighed to herself, rubbing the back of her head. Gann would be pulling double duty tonight. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said. “Don’t disappoint me next time, or I might have to take more drastic measures than a mere chastity spell.” And with that, the dragoness leaped into the air, leaving them to their chaste sufferings. # The party groaned as the dragoness left them behind, all of them fighting the lusts that her scent awoke in them. Tharun had it worst, his new shaft throbbing harder than it had ever done before, massive and desperate for relief, but there was nothing to be done for it. Even as his balls churned with an urgency that he hadn’t heretofore known existed, he could not get himself the relief he needed. The others were hardly better off. The air stank of lust and need, both the dragoness’s and their own. Pussy was in the air from Bunti and Velera, and he and Saldith had the aches of erections that would not die. Neither of them had the words to describe how that felt, but the females seemed to adapt faster than they did. When they were able to imitate being calm, they gathered around one of the firepits. Somehow, in that fight, the sorcerers that had lived in the village had long-since disappeared, moving to other parts of the island, no doubt. Tharun tossed a stick in the blaze, shaking his head. “Is she really going home, Velera?” “If her home is towards the north and back of the island, yes,” the sorceress said, her wings shrinking into her back, her draconic features disappearing. “She’s slowing down now.” “That…was embarrassing,” Saldith admitted. “I know we expected a legend, but I thought that we’d at least be able to get a few hits in.” “I did,” Bunti said. “That’s because she [i]wants[/i] you,” Velera muttered. “And you,” Tharun pointed out. “She was this close to wrapping you up like a present and flying off with you.” “What about you, then, Mr. Horse Dick?” the sorceress asked. He said nothing. It was still rather embarrassing to have that sticking out, bouncing, twitching. However, he noticed that Saldith was still groaning, rubbing his nose. Tharun cocked his head to the side, then blinked, remembering what he’d swiped off of Bunti’s face before perfuming her. He held up the swab, then wafted it towards the lizardfolk. The druid promptly rolled onto his side, groaning and cupping his crotch again. Everyone else blinked. “What the hell?” Velera asked. “It’s her scent. Her…sweat…musk…Her pheromones. I wonder…” Of course, everyone was immune to their own scents, but if they could find a way to alter the dragoness’s scent, to turn it back on her… Then maybe there was a way to win this, after all. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]