"Quiet. Don't make any more noise than necessary." He murmurs, looking down the hallways carefully before approaching the door, and peering around the edge to get a good look at the dragon.
The Runefang Chronicles (For Archangel99)
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Lazarus didn't even register that Eleanor had changed clothes since she arrived at this place. Gove were the overly slutty clothes she had wore when they left the bazar, and in their place was a set of overly slutty 'armor'. Sandals adorned her feet and steel shin guards covered her lower legs; and that was where the practicality of her outfit ended. A leather thong was the only other piece of clothing she wore on her lower body, the rear cord sinking deep between her wiggling ass cheeks, leaving her backside exposed, and the front triangle of fabric was covered in what looked like silver scales. Her top was equally fetishized, a pair of well polished concave steel plates covered the front of her breasts, and were held in place by what looked like leather bra straps. On her wrists gleamed a set of silver bracers. [Eleanor acquired sexy steel armor.]
Despite Eleanor's new appearance, the sight that greeted Lazarus' eyes when he peeked through the open door was even more obscene. The room behind the door may have been a grand feast-hall once, but time and the current owner of the ruin had taken their toll. The remains of smashed furniture and shredded and scorched tapestries littered the outskirts of the huge room, and in the middle had been erected a stout pillory. The current occupant of the stocks was none other than Elizabeth, bent over and held in place by the wooden restraints, a long metal bar had been affixed to a pair of shackles on her ankles, forcing her to keep her legs spread wide as she was mounted from behind; a cloth gag muffling her cries of protest.
To Lazarus' surprise, it was not Scorch the dragon that currently hovered over Elizabeth, but a creature he recognized from myth and legend; a fusion of man and animal. The creature's lower half was the body of a well muscled horse, a stallion to be precise, one equipped with a penis as long as Lazarus leg and as thick as his arm, which it brutally thrust in and out of Elizabeth's tightly stretched pussy, while its balls, each the size of a cantaloupe, swayed back and forth with each thrust. As its animalistic half humped away at Elizabeth, the creatures upper half surprised Lazarus. Sitting on the shoulders where a horse's head should have been was the upper body of a beautiful elven woman. Her skin was flawlessly fair, and her long golden tresses tumbled down her back to meet the chocolate brown fur of her lower body. Her breasts were massive, easily f-cups, and they bounced and flopped wildly in time with the thrusts of her lower body. Lazarus couldn't see the centaur's eyes as she wore a black blindfold, and her arms were tied behind her back with a thick leather cord. At once, the centauress' body tensed and she let out a sound that was equal parts scream and whinny as a massive back-flood of cum suddenly sprayed out around her dick from inside Elizabeth.
Watching the whole display from the far side of the room was none other than the dragon, Scorch. He perched atop a glittering pile of gold urns, bowls, coins, jewelry, and all manner of other valuables, with a wicked grin on his face; or at least, the closest a dragon's face could get to a grin. As the centauress dismounted Elizabeth, he let out a deep rumbling growl. "Again, Gertrude," he commanded.
The centauress' head looked in his general direction, fear plastered on her face, not that Lazarus could see it. "Please, Mater, no more for now. My balls ache, and her womanhood grows red and swollen. We need rest," she begged.
Scorch lowered his head and opened his mouth, and for a moment Lazarus thought that he was going to roast the centauress. Instead, the dragon released a gout of pink smoke, that hit Gertrude square in the face. She coughed and sputtered, but her male member quickly grew hard once more, and she groggily climbed back into position above Elizabeth, who let out a forlorn moan. "As you command," Gertrude said, wearily. "I shall continue to loosen her for you." The head of her cock came to rest on Elizabeth's opening, and she pulled back, ready to thrust back in.
Despite Eleanor's new appearance, the sight that greeted Lazarus' eyes when he peeked through the open door was even more obscene. The room behind the door may have been a grand feast-hall once, but time and the current owner of the ruin had taken their toll. The remains of smashed furniture and shredded and scorched tapestries littered the outskirts of the huge room, and in the middle had been erected a stout pillory. The current occupant of the stocks was none other than Elizabeth, bent over and held in place by the wooden restraints, a long metal bar had been affixed to a pair of shackles on her ankles, forcing her to keep her legs spread wide as she was mounted from behind; a cloth gag muffling her cries of protest.
To Lazarus' surprise, it was not Scorch the dragon that currently hovered over Elizabeth, but a creature he recognized from myth and legend; a fusion of man and animal. The creature's lower half was the body of a well muscled horse, a stallion to be precise, one equipped with a penis as long as Lazarus leg and as thick as his arm, which it brutally thrust in and out of Elizabeth's tightly stretched pussy, while its balls, each the size of a cantaloupe, swayed back and forth with each thrust. As its animalistic half humped away at Elizabeth, the creatures upper half surprised Lazarus. Sitting on the shoulders where a horse's head should have been was the upper body of a beautiful elven woman. Her skin was flawlessly fair, and her long golden tresses tumbled down her back to meet the chocolate brown fur of her lower body. Her breasts were massive, easily f-cups, and they bounced and flopped wildly in time with the thrusts of her lower body. Lazarus couldn't see the centaur's eyes as she wore a black blindfold, and her arms were tied behind her back with a thick leather cord. At once, the centauress' body tensed and she let out a sound that was equal parts scream and whinny as a massive back-flood of cum suddenly sprayed out around her dick from inside Elizabeth.
Watching the whole display from the far side of the room was none other than the dragon, Scorch. He perched atop a glittering pile of gold urns, bowls, coins, jewelry, and all manner of other valuables, with a wicked grin on his face; or at least, the closest a dragon's face could get to a grin. As the centauress dismounted Elizabeth, he let out a deep rumbling growl. "Again, Gertrude," he commanded.
The centauress' head looked in his general direction, fear plastered on her face, not that Lazarus could see it. "Please, Mater, no more for now. My balls ache, and her womanhood grows red and swollen. We need rest," she begged.
Scorch lowered his head and opened his mouth, and for a moment Lazarus thought that he was going to roast the centauress. Instead, the dragon released a gout of pink smoke, that hit Gertrude square in the face. She coughed and sputtered, but her male member quickly grew hard once more, and she groggily climbed back into position above Elizabeth, who let out a forlorn moan. "As you command," Gertrude said, wearily. "I shall continue to loosen her for you." The head of her cock came to rest on Elizabeth's opening, and she pulled back, ready to thrust back in.
Lazarus narrows his eyes and only just stifles a growl. That was his charge. His slave. This fucking dragon was dead meat!
..... If he managed to get there alive. He had seen what the pink mist had done, and knew what was in store. He needed something that would block out the mist while he fought. That, or he would have to sneak past somehow.
With that thought in mind, he turns to Eleanor. "Say, I don't suppose you know some sort of cloaking magic? Or maybe you have something to cover my nose while I sneak in there?" He whispers.
..... If he managed to get there alive. He had seen what the pink mist had done, and knew what was in store. He needed something that would block out the mist while he fought. That, or he would have to sneak past somehow.
With that thought in mind, he turns to Eleanor. "Say, I don't suppose you know some sort of cloaking magic? Or maybe you have something to cover my nose while I sneak in there?" He whispers.
He opens his mouth to say something, but just shakes his head and takes the handkerchief, then taking out his mask and stuffing the handkerchief inside to cover the nose and mouth areas. With that, he puts his mask on, and takes a deep breath before trying to slide into the room unnoticed.
As the dragon readjusted himself on his pile of gold and let out a long yawn, Lazarus took the opportunity to slip through the open door and duck behind a nearby pillar. Unfortunately, now that he was inside, his hiding spot was well within Scorch's field of vision, and while his attention was clearly focused elsewhere, he would certainly spot Lazarus if he left cover. If Lazarus didn't want to be seen, he'd have to wait for the dragon to drop his guard.
Meanwhile, the centaur futa, Gertrude, once more buried her manhood into Elizabeth and began rutting. Once more, the wet slap of flesh on flesh and the two women's grunts and moans filled the echoing hall. From his hiding spot, Lazarus had a clear view of the action from behind the two. If he didn't do something soon, then poor Elizabeth would end up as loose as a hallway by the time the centaur finished with her; never mind the dragon.
Meanwhile, the centaur futa, Gertrude, once more buried her manhood into Elizabeth and began rutting. Once more, the wet slap of flesh on flesh and the two women's grunts and moans filled the echoing hall. From his hiding spot, Lazarus had a clear view of the action from behind the two. If he didn't do something soon, then poor Elizabeth would end up as loose as a hallway by the time the centaur finished with her; never mind the dragon.
He does just that, staying behind the pillar and waiting for the dragon to let his guard down, all while trying to ignore the rutting going on behind him.
The centauress continued to hump away until finally going rigid once more. Another blast of cum streamed out of Elizabeth around the thick equine phallus, to be added to the growing puddle underneath them. Again, the centauress dismounted, and stood before the dragon on wobbly legs. "Master, I fear she is as loose as she is going to get," she said, breathlessly. Her red swollen penis dangled between her legs. So overused was the member that it seemed she was having trouble retracting it back into her sheath. Elizabeth's pussy wasn't doing much better. Her womanhood was so swollen and puffy, that despite the enormous load of semen that had just been deposited into it, very little tricked out.
Satisfied with his servant's performance, Scorch rose from his pile of gold, and clambered toward the pillory. As he walked, a massive lizard-like cock emerged from between the armored plates between his legs. It was just as long as Gertrude's and as thick as Lazarus' thigh. Upon catching sight of it, Elizabeth screamed and thrashed in a futile effort to escape. Scorch took Gertrude's place over Elizabeth, steadying himself with the stout wood of the pillory, and lined himself up with Elizabeth's brutalized pussy.
Satisfied with his servant's performance, Scorch rose from his pile of gold, and clambered toward the pillory. As he walked, a massive lizard-like cock emerged from between the armored plates between his legs. It was just as long as Gertrude's and as thick as Lazarus' thigh. Upon catching sight of it, Elizabeth screamed and thrashed in a futile effort to escape. Scorch took Gertrude's place over Elizabeth, steadying himself with the stout wood of the pillory, and lined himself up with Elizabeth's brutalized pussy.
Now that the dragon was distracted, Lazarus sneaks out from behind the pole, circling around behind him so that he's in a better position to launch an attack.
[10 + 1 = 11]
[10 + 1 = 11]
Lazarus circles around Scorch until he is directly behind him, and then, taking a deep breath, he rushes right up his back, [7, in case I need to roll to maintain balance] and immediately swings the staff right at his eye, [8+2=10] and dealing [2+2+1+6= 11] damage to that particular eye, before immediately swinging for the other one [10], and dealing [2+2+2+9= 15] damage.
The dragon shrieked as its eyes were put out, and thrashed beneath Lazarus' feet. Despite his natural agility, however, he was unable to avoid the long iron-hard tail that scythed through the air, over the creature's back, and caught him squarely in the back. [19 damage, ignores 4 armor.] The air was blasted from Lazarus' lungs, as his back bent and his armor caved, and before he knew what was happening he was airborne for a brief second before he hit the floor and slid across the stone tiles to collide with one of the support pillars. White motes of light danced in his vision, as he lay their, while the roars of the dragon echoed through the massive room. "Where is he!" Scorch screamed, and thrashed about the room, searching for his assailant. By some miracle, he managed to miss Elizabeth in his frantic flailing. The centauress, Gertrude, whipped her head around frantically, as she tried to tell where her master was through her blindfold, before making a break for the side of the room, only to collide with the wall. Crumpling to her knees, she tried to make herself as small as she could as Scorch raged.
[Aiiiee only 5 hp left!]
Lazarus is in far too much pain to move at this point, but he forces himself up, stifling a loud groan of pain. He slowly inches towards Elizabeth, before trying to take off her shackles and free her.
Lazarus is in far too much pain to move at this point, but he forces himself up, stifling a loud groan of pain. He slowly inches towards Elizabeth, before trying to take off her shackles and free her.
He stumbles over to her as fast as he can, and grabs the key, ripping it off along with the chain, before grabbing her neck and pulling her close. "Hey, do you want to get out of here?" He whisper-wheezes.
The woman screamed at the touch, and Scorch's head immediately snapped in their direction. From his belly came a low gurgling sound and with a roar, let loose a jet of the pink smoke he had breathed at Gertrude earlier. [Defy Danger to avoid the blast.]
[8 PRAISE THE LORD.]
Seeing him turn, Lazarus immediately tries to roll out of the way, hiding behind the centauress.
Seeing him turn, Lazarus immediately tries to roll out of the way, hiding behind the centauress.
Jumping behind the larger woman, Lazarus was able to avoid the majority of the blast, but his manhood still shot painfully erect. [Take 10 lust damage.]
Meanwhile, Gertrude's manhood was throbbing with arousal, and her pussy dripped like a faucet that had been left partially on. She began rolling on the floor, trying with all her might to get some form of stimulation to her nethers; be it her legs rubbing her cock, or her pussy pressed against the stone wall.
Meanwhile, Gertrude's manhood was throbbing with arousal, and her pussy dripped like a faucet that had been left partially on. She began rolling on the floor, trying with all her might to get some form of stimulation to her nethers; be it her legs rubbing her cock, or her pussy pressed against the stone wall.
Lazarus rolls opposite her, whispering harshly in her ear as he grinds against her. "Hey! Shut up and listen to me!" He growls, slapping a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming again. "Look. Help me get out of here, and I'll help you out, okay? I'll find a way to get you down from here."
Lazarus groans in frustration, then immediately reverses his position, unzipping his pants and slamming his dick down her throat while he grabs her dick and furiously starts jerking it off. He had to get this idiot sane!
[Wow. 69 in the middle of a dragon's hall. This is now officially the craziest shit I have done in an RP. And I've fired off a cannon in a number silo before!]
[Wow. 69 in the middle of a dragon's hall. This is now officially the craziest shit I have done in an RP. And I've fired off a cannon in a number silo before!]