Of Dragons and Maidens -Russian Vodka and Skinbroker-

[SkinBroker]

In the Kingdom of Garr stands a tower that pierces the clouds. No one knows when it was built, or even who built it. But every single citizen of Garr knows to fear it. For at its peak lies the 'nest' of a great and terrible dragon known as Telum Indra. There was a time when Telum Indra ruled the whole of Garr and far beyond from this tower. But times have changed. No one knows why she gave everything back, or why she only comes out a few times a year to feed and entertain herself. But even that has become scarce. Some believe she has weakened, her ancient magick far from its once glorious heights. Whether true or not there are some who have taken advantage of this, putting out bounties on the head of Indra in hopes of ridding their kingdom of her shadow. Many tried to claim the bounty, and angered her in the process. At the mercy of her claws the kings of Garr had no choice but to accept her demands of recompence. A sacrifice of their young. Slaves, food, whatever her needs for them were, it didn't matter. So long as her anger was sated. It has been years since this deal was struck, and the time for her next sacrificial maiden has come. Telum Indra waits high up in her tower, eagerly preparing for one of her favorite self-indulgences.

"Absurd!" Agrilla growled at Indra from its place in Indra's throne room. The voice emmanated from a large mirror. Strangely the mirror offered no reflection. Instead its surface seemed to swirl and toil with deep scarlet smoke. Telem Indra sat coiled up around her throne, currently inhabiting a serpentine form that extended nearly fifty paces. She let out a huff of fire and smoke in response to her Demon Mirror. The mirror responded with a huff of its own, sending an arc of violet lightning out into the air. "Telum Indra! One of the ancient beings of power....AND YOU HAVE BEEN LESSENED TO ACCEPTING TITHES? This is pathetic! What happened to your fire mistress?!"

"Hmmmm" Indra groaned and clawed at the ground, leaving massive gouges in the stone. Her skin was covered in glossy blue-green scales, each on large enough to be formed into a shield if anyone possessed the skill and power to take it from her. The skin beneath was a vibrant green color, and the thick mane running down her back a deeper green, streaked with yellow highlights. She stretched out her body little by little, then with startling speed contorted in on herself. Her form shifted until it was that of a human...or near it. She was large, standing almost seven feet tall and powerfully built. A simple, but fine blue chest band of silk covered her breasts, which would seem absurd on a normal woman. However with her muscular figure, and slim waist, she appeared rather voluptuous considering her size. Indra was renoun for her beauty in human form, and renouned as her strength. Her only other article of clothing was a matching loincloth that hung to her knees on both the front and back, as well as a large pouch that hung from her belt.Her scales had moved to only her back, and three pairs of leathery wings protruded behind her. Her tail, nine feet long and ending in a razor sharp pendulum shaped weapon, whipped back and forth as she moved up to the mirror. She placed a single hand on its surface, and the smoke gathered around it.

"Boredom my friend. Boredom is a powerful feeling, especially after you live as long as I have."

"Bah! If I could go further beyond this mirror than a few paces I would dance in joy! I would relish all the delights you no longer care for." Indra smiled and removed her hand, drawing some of the smoke away from the mirror. It slithered up her arm and around her body before dissipating.

"Oh I know you would." Indra sighed. She did miss the world. But everytime she went out it felt like it kept getting smaller. Eventually she just stopped caring. With exception to the example she had to make a few years back, it had been centuries since she'd explored. "Maybe its time to get back into..."

"MIIIIIIISTREEEEEESSSS!" Indra sighed as she was interrupted by one of her pixies. The twelve inch tall, blue skinned creature was flying so fast that she lost control and smacked into Indra's considerable bust, becoming wedged in her ample cleavage. Pixies were all female, and besides their size were quite gorgeous with their silky smooth hair and glimmering butterfly wings. The pixie freed itself and fluttered up in front of Indra's face with a big smile. "Mistress! Exciting news! We have an intruder!" The pixie, named Kellis almost sung the news out.

"Oh? Really? Now who would be dumb enough to do that?" Indra mused with a smile. It had been awhile since she'd fought anything at all....it would make an excellent prologue to the nights entertainments.

"I don't know mistress. But she's already two floors from your chamber! She's veeeery sneaky to have got past us all!" As always the pixie put a cheerful spin on her information. She could make the apocalypse seem happy.

"Ooooh....its a woman you say? How very enticing..." Indra returned to her throne and took a seat, crossing her legs to wait patiently for the arrival of her entertainment.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Lara was only ten when she'd watched her parents brutally murdered by bandits. Her brother had protected her after that, but they only managed to get so far, especially since he wasn't of age yet. There were no living relations for them, no family members to look after them, and when her brother was taken for stealing a loaf of bread, she was left alone. That was about thirteen years ago now for her. Ever since that time, she'd taken up weapons, practiced on her own and watched the guards. Despite being a homeless orphan, they had taken her in, let her walk around on their shifts with them and even shared some of their meals. She's grown used to the male company, though as she grew older and her body had changed, she had matured in their eyes as well in her own and her body had become a tool for her.

Though she'd eventually departed as an adventurer, in search of her own happiness, with nothing but her two short swords at her side. She was barely twenty at the time. She'd come a long way in the following 3 years, searched through two kingdoms, met a lot of people. She'd replaced her weapons and her new swords were magically enhanced, though she was still new to combat, she had slain many great foes in her time. Some with deception, others in straight out combat.

Though her latest task came from the kingdom she was currently residing in, she was sought out by the servant of the King of Garr, asked to take on a dangerous task alone. When the coin had been mentioned, she'd accepted right away, despite not knowing what she was really up against. The official had lied to her. She had been told she was to assault the tower inhabited by lizardfolk, scaly humanoids with reptile like heads. Little did she know she was about to attack an Elder Dragon, a creature she would never be able to take on her own.

Though as she infiltrated the tower, she had made sure to let her auburn hair up in a ponytail, her leather armour disguising almost all the noise she could make as she had her swords at the ready. Though she didn't know she'd been compromised, she'd made it quite far, no guards in sight yet, and she was wondering just what she would find in the final room.

She'd studied the place already, but as she got up, she pushed through the doors slowly, her body ready, swords in her hands. But what she saw was a female looking figure sitting on what appeared to be a throne, making her wonder just what was the deal there. A quick look around revealed no hidden lizardfolk, no enemies. There was only this female in front of her, sitting as if patiently awaiting the girl.

 

[SkinBroker]

While most of the tower was forged of ancient stone and advanced metals, the higher up one climbed it would begin to grow continuously more royal in design and decor. Telem Indra had a taste for shiny things, so gold was an obvious choice. Having many centuries to embelish upon her home with the treasures and wonders she'd aquired. And having so many centuries meant she could work in such detail as would make an artist weep over his inadequacies. The doors the girl opened were solid marble, though she'd turned the dark veins into gold. They opened into a room some sixy paces long, and fourty wide. To either side of the walkway were two rows of seven marble colums, connecting the gold plated floors and cielings. All along the marble walls were tapestries and reliefs both ancient and exotic. Some displayed battles between impossible creaturess, others landscapes that confounded the mind. In between the columns were platinum stands holding various oddities and treasures. One had a small hand mirror, with a silver frame and a ruby encrusted handle. There was a pair of short swords, one with a strange black metal handle but a blade of green crystal. The other appeared to be a handle formed from ancient wood, with a blade of serrated bone. Many other treasures drew the eye, but the throne and beyond could not be ignored. Her throne sat upon a raised dais of marble, but was made of solid ruby. It had silken pillows and drapings, and was carved with numerous strange runes. Behind it was a bed, some ten feet high, and big enough to hold twenty people. Its sheets were a mass of silk, and was littered with gold embroidered pillows. The frame itself was made of ruby encrusted gold, and was surrounded by shimmering curtains of an iridescent material. To either side were mountains of treasure. Gold, silver, and platinum coins from many kingdoms and ages piled high over the girls head. Littered with chests, weapons, armor, and precious stones.

Some might consider it gaudy, but Telum Indra was a creature of godly tastes. All these things made her feel at home, and she would never stop improving the design. As the intruder passed into her chambers she allowed her skin to slowly shift colors, until they matched those of her room. Her skin turned vibrant red with white speckles, with her scales a darker shade of crimson. While her wings, claws, and eyes turned gold. Her hair turned pure white, streaked with gold. Being dramatic was a fault of hers. When one lives as long as she, they have to learn to drag things out a bit for enjoyments sake.

"Hello little one....my my my, aren't you a treat?" The young woman was a delectable morsel...in every sense of the term. She was much smaller, almost two feet shorter in fact, with delicious tanned skin and homely auburn hair. The sea blue eyes were a lovely touch she thought, and all this on that oddly petite but athletic AND busty figure. Indra couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. She wasn't going to eat the girl....not yet anyways. She made another adjustment to her form. As a shapeshifting being she could enjoy all the vices any race in history had ever concieved, but her favorite way to enjoy lust was with the body of a woman, and the genitals of a man. The female body was so much more sensitive, and beautiful, but the mans tools were the most pleasing to use. Her loincloth shifted as her body produced the necessary equipment. Once done she stood up from her throne, resting a hand on her hip as she stepped down to the girls level.

"Well? Are you going to say anything? I assume by the look of your blades you aren't here to treat with me." She knew fully well the girl had no possibility of injuring her, but it had been ages since she'd enjoyed a fight. So she sealed off all but a hundreth of her cosmic energies, and held out her hands with a smile. The claw on her right middle finger extended out two feet and formed a wicked pendulum shaped hook at the end. "I will fight you if that is your wish. Laughter is something I don't get to do much anymore." She goaded the girl with veiled insults, curious to see how she'd react. "But if you wish another form of entertainment...hmmhm....I would be delighted to satisfy those needs as well."

"She is pretty indeed mistress. May I watch?" Her demon mirror asked with a undertone of glee.

"By all means my friend. Feast your eyes!" The pouch hanging in front of her shook and popped open. Her fairy swarm poured out of it like a cloud of insects, albeit insects with shimmering wings and foot tall female bodies of any color. The pouch contained a magical dimension the fairies used as their home. There were thirty seven in total living within, which all fluttered about before taking seats around the room.

"Us too lady! We wanna see too!" Telum Indra smiled and nodded.

"Well. Now that the audience is set. What shall the first act be my sweet little human?"