Dragon's Lair [ Chammy x place_holder_49 ]

[Chamorus the Cat]

Illuvae D'vou’s office was a wonder of craftsmanship; old-world charm, especially if one was a drow elf. The walls and floors were marble, all a single piece, not a seam to be found, as though someone had shaped the very stone itself. Lighting was inlaid in the stone walls, kept dim so as not to disturb the elf’s photosensitive eyes. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned the north, east and west walls of the office. The sun shown brightly, though it was muted through the darkly-tinted, bulletproof glass, like staring at the sun with dark sunglasses on. Most found it unsettling, to see D’vou in her office; no one wanted to venture into the spider’s lair, where she sat at her high-backed chair, cloaked in the long shadows cast in her office space. Those eyes, glowing red in the dim light, staring across the ironwood desk at her subordinates, had been known to make or break deals, depending on how D’vou used them. The moonlight glow of the sun through the glass danced on her form. She wore what she wanted in her domain, which was little. A wrap of fine, crimson silk around her neck, which slithered down the front of her torso, barely hid her breasts. It wrapped around to the back, leaving shoulders and belly bare, before wrapping like a sarong around her hips. Matching blood-red heels made the tall elf even taller.

Outside of the office, however, where our… protagonist… sat, well, that was an entirely different setting. Bright and airy, with green plants along the walls to add color to the dark, mottled black-and-grey-and-white marble walls, it still felt like a dragon’s grotto and our hero had been summoned there after turning in their resignation. It was probably bad timing, after all; our hero had uncovered some information that was very important while sifting through mounds of data. Certain numbers didn’t add up and our hero was too smart (yet too foolish) to let sleeping dragons lie. Our dragon was awake, prowling behind the heavy doors that separated the classically-tasteful executive plaza (and the only way out, the elevator) from the cold, damp and dark office in which D’vou resided. A woman came out, wiping her mouth on the back of a tawny-colored hand. A bugbear, dressed in a form-fitted business suit and blazer, smiled politely, showing off sharp teeth. “Miss Illuvae will see you now,” she said, bowing in the Japanese fashion that elves of all kinds had taken to with abandon.

The entrance to the dragon’s lair stood open…

As soon as our hero stepped inside, they closed surely, the click of automatic locks reverberating through the marble corridor…

 

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Emen Clemens sat on a waiting bench, anxiously twiddling his thumbs to pass the time. He suffered in height, often being mistaken for a tall dwarven female, and he had to turn many drunken dwarves away when he told them he was a human male. This wasn't only due to his height. His body in general was smooth, lithe. His blonde hair, cut short so it wouldn't drape around his shoulders, still had a nice healthy shine to it. And with the brown eyes, pointed face, and complete lack of facial hair, he had to agree. He looked a bit like a female. To counter this, Emen tried to dress professionally, and stick with dull colored slacks and collared shirts.

Emen was a smart young lad. He had the chance to get a real education in accounting and number-crunching. This way he was of actual worth to the corporate scene. Not a very important or unique cog, but a necessary one. And he did his job well. Emen had a secure job, was making a good deal of money, decent insurance plan, and didn't have any Shadowrunners after him. Emen had it made, and was resigned to spend the rest of his unremarkable days like this.

Except, he did his job a bit too well. Emen uncovered what seemed to be fraud and embezzling, then, well, one thing led to another, and a rival corporation had their eyes on him now. Too much attention for him to be comfortable with. But they made a better offer, one that made his benefits here look minuscule, and he found that hard to turn down.

Emen was a smart young lad. But he lacked one key feature; common sense. He didn't know yet just how much of this reached his boss's ears. He didn't consider the consequences. Since he took little risks, Emen didn't know how to properly prepare.

When the attendant arrived and pointed the way, Emen nodded silently, stepping through the gates slowly and pacing himself. As soon as the doors shit behind him, Emen had a fleeting suspicion that he just passed a point of no return.

 

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There was a terribly long pause. It looked as if no one was in the room. The tapestries often caused one to look about; there were rumors that the particular pieces were from the Third Dawn, or before. The spiders on the tapestry seemed to move by themselves, they were so... no, they were too simple, too stylized... but there! He swore it moved! When Emen's focus had returned to his doom, a pair of red eyes could be seen; she had been seated in the chair this whole time, had she? She'd even closed her eyes, to wait for him to let his guard down, to spook him! That murderous gaze pinned Emen in place.

"Sit." The command was accompanied by a hand signal, towards the solitary chair sitting across the desk from herself. The sun was setting at her back, so it would be impossible to make out anything from the mysterious shadow that was Emen's major domo.

"I've heard things, Emen." She let that hang in the air and, for the life of him, Emen felt as though there were something there, always over his shoulder. He wouldn't be able to help but turn. Each time, he swore he saw... something. But it was gone. Perhaps his fear was playing with him. "I've heard things that I do not like..." There was something that very much felt like a bite! As if something small had crawled into his shoe and bit him, right between a pair of toes. He couldn't see, but he could hear her long fingernails drumming on the wooden arm of her chair. "Things that don't bode well for you, Emen..."

 

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It was dark, too dark. Humans were not renowned for night vision, and he was living proof. This was demonstrated when D'vou made herself known, staring at him with a piercing gaze. Emen almost jumped back, but made no sound and kept quiet as she ordered him to take a seat. He was nervous, being across the desk from her. The CEO was not known for being, forgiving. The accompanying atmosphere did not help either.

His eyes kept shifting around him. Emen kept feeling there was something next to him. Something at the edge of his vision, or something breathing down on his neck. The young man shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head. It was only him and her. No one else. But when she spoke once more, about the one thing he feared, Emen could swear there was something shifting in the shadows, off the corner of his eye.

"P-please, Miss D'vou. What things? I, I can explain." His fear was apparent as he spoke. If she wanted him intimidated, then she was succeeding. Emen was intimidated and more.

 

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"I'll let that slide, Emen; you seem ready to piss your pants, anyway," she snapped. Depending on where you came from, depending on how hard it was to recognize family names, it was easy to call someone "Miss Firstname" instead of "Miss Surname". Her eyes shifted as she tilted her head, studying him. "Now, Emen, I happen to know that you're planning on leaving our corporation for another. Another corporation who happens to be very interested in the information you obtained while working with me. I know that you have it on an external media not connected to the Matrix, so I'm giving you a choice."

She smiled wickedly, making her eyes look sharp in the dark. "See, you believe that you're going to be able to go home, to the C.A.S., and then be as free as a bird. Legally, I can't stop you."

She let that hang in the air a moment. "Legally. Do you understand?"

She waited again, as always, the dragon played with her food before devouring it. "If you step off the premise of our corporation," she said, again saying "our" as though Emen had a claim to part of it, "I have a group of delinquents who will kill you. You will never make it home."

She stood, then slowly moved around the ironwood desk to stand in front of him. She sat on the edge of the furniture, smiling. He could see her somewhat better. "You can kneel and serve me..." she said, shifting her sarong. She pulled out a thick, male shaft, as black-skinned as herself, "Or I can kill you, so that you never talk of the secrets you stole from me."

 

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He let out a visible sigh when the Drow said exactly the words he hoped for. Emen couldn't be killed by law. But before he could draw in another breath. She went on, adding how much people like her can move around the law.

So this was it. This was how he was going to die, around an alley like so many others he knew. Such was life in the grim darkness of reality. His eyes drifted to the ground, expecting to be killed then and there. When she stood, his vision shot back up, at the sound of the word 'Or'. D'vou stood in front of him, and then Emen didn't know what to believe.

The object he stared at defied all logic. An ebony skinned, muscular cock, attached to the female CEO. His mind was racing, and for a moment he got his priorities mixed up, instead staring at the large breeding tool in front of him. "H-how do you have, one of... those!?" All thoughts focused on this beast in front of him. His eyes stared at the head, and began scanning their way around her shaft, examining every detail. He couldn't his his curiosity. Emen leaned a bit to the side. He had to check if 'she' had an equally large pair of balls.

 

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Either she read his mind, or had some way of knowing about his curiosity. She shifted slightly, her slender hand slowly disappearing between her thighs, gently cradling a pair of orbs that looked stuffed to the gills with manbatter. She chuckled softly. "I've always found you rather pretty, Emen. I've thought that, perhaps, you would make a good Emily," she purred, stroking the flaccid shaft that seemed all the more prodigious when one realized it hadn't yet gone erect. "What say you? Do you wish to die?" she asked, holding her shaft towards him, letting her balls sway back into position.

It was the most point-blank "It ain't gonna suck itself" types of statements anyone would ever give. The jaw-popping monster was already beginning to grow, just a little, very much like a dry sponge absorbing water.

 

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Impending doom continued to escape his mind as his eyes followed the movement of D'vou's sack. Easily, it dwarfed his own pair of testes. And that dick she had! Even flaccid, it was larger than his own little erect shaft. How could he call himself a man with facts like that? It felt right to think that. She was clearly a superior specimen compared to him.

"Me, Pretty? I, I'm flattered Miss... I mean it wouldn't make sense to call me Emily would it?" After all, he wasn't a woman. He was overanalyzing this, and was genuinely hooked on what she implied. Before he could give it thought, the life decision at hand came back when the CEO gave him one more chance to decide his fate. "This... or, or death?"

He was essentially held at gunpoint, either walk away and get shot, or get spayed by the gun in front of him. "I, I mean I." His hands took the initiative, reaching out. One to feel every bump and vein along her dick, and the other just to feel how heavy her balls were. When he realized what his body was doing, Emen stayed silent and lowered his head, opening his mouth slightly and licking the slit, trying to sample a taste of what was to cum.

 

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She gave a victorious sigh as he began to lick her. As soon as her shaft had fattened up to its fullest, the jawbreaker leaked a little gem of clear delight for the eager, slutty mouth. The dab of precum was as big as some men's loads; as big as any cumshot Emen could force out! D'vou ran a hand through the male's short hair, smiling down at him with those wicked eyes that glowed. "I can make you a girl," she said, that sounded like a promise and a threat, all at once.

 

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The first drops of pre smeared across his face, but Emen still managed to have a taste. It tasted, thick, definetly salty. It was a bit repulsive, but he knew what backing out meant. He heard the word 'girl', and Emen's grip on those balls tightened, in excitement. His head took a break and stared back up at D'vou, all fear wiped from his mind for a second. She had his attention. "Really? But... how?"

 

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"Emen, don't play daft; it doesn't suit you. Billions of nuyen at my disposal and you think I can't turn you into the sexiest thing to grace my office? That's stupid to pretend, even for you," she taunted, holding still as only his hands held her enormous prick. She was looking down more appreciatively, now; apparently, someone had some small amount of skill, or at least, potential, at guzzling cum. "In just a few months' time, I'd have you a new body, a new life... And I might even keep you around..." She grinned at that. "Mm, such a big cock has a strong odor, doesn't it?" she asked. "It looks like you enjoy breathing it, however..."

 

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"I, I have thought about it... I just didn't think it was possible for me. It's, an idea I had, for awhile." He paused, more like an idle fantasy. "But, but you said, you'd keep me around, right!? For what?" He was playing dumb still, partially because he was truly ignorant of her suggestions, too busy thinking of a new life for him while priming D'vou's cock to fire. To prove how receptive he was, Emen leaned in, letting his head rest against the base of the shaft and one of her testicles. He breathed in, letting the musk into his body and addle his mind. She didn't just look or feel powerful, she smelled powerful as well.

 

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White teeth appeared as she grinned once more. "Don't worry your pretty little head just now... Worry more about the head you're supposed to be giving me; you're sucking cock to save your life, remember?" she asked, in a voice like a stilletto being drawn across a whetstone. Her voice had that Elven lyrical tune to it, amplified by her considerable magical ability. Every breath was like the life-giving sun to crops and right now, Emen was able to bathe in that radiance. There were theories on how humans and human-types needed magic in order to live, to keep the soul from decaying, and now that magic had returned to this world, one must get as much magic as they can to keep from growing hollow inside. Indeed, every kiss along that shaft made Emen's body buzz as it filled with enough magical energy to last him a month, bleeding off in a haze that only D'vou could see.

 

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He was ignorant to the invisible forces around him. Emen didn't know every touch, every breath, every lick, only drew him in further. To him, it felt she had this aura about her, and it was screaming at him to submit to his superior. Emen was thinking of doing just that, and quickly brought his tongue back, kissing and licking along the erect shaft until he went back to the head. "How... How can I refuse an offer like this?" He whispered, staring at the idle fuckpole in front of him. Both of his hands worked at her balls, kneading the life giving fluids waiting inside as he kept his mouth on D'vou's tip, teasing the head and prolonging the moment.

 

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D'vou gave a groan, eyes falling shut as she let her head loll back on her shoulders. "Oh my... Yes, Emen... Ohhh..." she moaned out, hips bucking with little jerks as her body jolted with pleasure. She could feel the magic his body was sucking off of her. It wasn't a terrible experience for her, as she had so much magical power to spare, but he was obviously starved for something like this. She placed a hand atop his head, snapping her head back into place as she began to feed her shaft into his throat. She gave a groan, finding the back of his mouth, continuing anyway. "I'll use you as you want to be used, then, Emen... I'll turn you into my little bitch," she growled out, soon balls-deep and pressed up against his face.

 

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As he could taste her cum dripping from her fuckpole, Emen could only suck with more fervor. A few minutes ago, he couldn't imagine himself doing this, although a few minutes ago Emen wasn't drunk on D'vou's scent and had her 'magic' inside of him. Her words pleased him, knowing he was doing a good job. Alarm rose as he found himself being forced more and more cockmeat, the black shaft well into the young man's throat. He fought the urge to flail her off, trying to be a good little bitch and take as much in as he could.

 

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D'vou couldn't help but smile again, forcing that thick length down the slim neck of the sissy. She sighed with delight as she pulled back, almost completely out of his mouth. She left the tip in, just the tip, so that he could nurse on the flavor of her thick meat. From where she pulled from him, mucus-thick throat-saliva clung to her cock, dripping down Emen's chin, and forming a bridge between his lips and her balls. "Mmm...!"

 

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For a moment, Emen felt so wonderfully full, then he was empty, as D'vou almost pulled herself out. Thankfully, the head was still in there, and the little human was content to play with that, letting his tongue poke and prod at the cumslit. He broke away from it, only for a moment, to take deep breaths while he took the pole in his hands. "Offering such a delicious thing like this, how can anyone refuse it?" With that said, he dived back in, trying to stuff as much as he could down his throat. It wasn't much, not nearly as much as D'vou forced down him a minute ago, but the gesture was clear; Emen was addicted.

 

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D'vou moaned in delight. Her energies had swelled up into the little bitch-slut, humming with each heartbeat. She was always surprised how the heart fluttered while she was being serviced; some, it was just a thing they did to make her quit pushing them around. Emen, however... he wanted her, which was a breath of fresh air. She let him take control, at least for a little while, but he'd soon find she was pushing herself further and further down his throat with each bob of his head, meeting each dip with a thrust. "Ah... Yes...!"

 

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Emen was hellbent now. His body was on fire. He had to coax that cockmilk out of her. Then she could give him what he wanted. That was getting more and more difficult as D'vou took the liberty of shoving more and more cockmeat down his throat, and he was clearly having trouble breathing. He struggled against his instincts not to gag, and throw up all over his superior. The brutal facefucking was still clearly enjoyable for him. If the moans didn't make it clear, the wet tent perched in his pants did. It was something he didn't pay any mind to. All Emen wanted right now was D'vou's girlcock.

 

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She gasped and groaned, her body twitching and jerking as she forced herself into that wet hole over and over, panting in delight. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she fucked Emen's face at a breakneck pace, her balls slapping him in the chin mightily before... before!

"Augh!" she growled out as though stabbed, her cum pumping into the slut's mouth and throat. Her body jerked with each passing spasm, her cock unloading a torrent of magic-infused cum into Emen's esophagus. "...fffuck..."

 

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He strained to keep his jaw wide open. Each time Emen felt her heavy nutsack pounding at his lower jaw, he felt more full, but that wouldn't be anything compared to when she finally hit her climax. His eyes watered and widened in panic as a deluge of baby batter spilled out of her cock and directly into his stomach. Now it was too much. Emen pulled away, trying to catch a breath as her manhood left his mouth. Of course, this only meant the rest of the stream of cum went all over his pretty little face.

 

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D'vou was taking gasps of air, chuckling with the blissful high still buzzing through her body. She soon reined her gasping, breathing hard through her nose as she ran her hands through Emen's hair. She ruffled it, laughing. "My, you'll make a perfect bitch for me," she crooned, straightening her torso to look down on him once again. D'vou liked her handwork; cum covered Emen's richly colored shirt, his neck and his face. She could even spot a few droplets drooling down out of his hair. "Yes. A perfect bitch I'll make you."

 

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Poor little Emen was still gasping for air, coughing up globs of mucus and cum and trying to regain control of himself. He was an absolute mess, having the Drow's seed spilled all over his face and upper body. He took calm, deep breaths, basking in the aftermath of his facial. With the comment she made, the little human looked up, imagining himself doing this, all the time for her. "I, I have no choice anyways, don't I?" This wasn't all that ideal of a situation for him. It was essentially slavery, Emen was aware of that. But, slavery had it's perks. As if to show approval of D'vou's statement, Emen leaned forward, resting his head slightly against her groin to get another whiff of her alluring musk.

 

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D'vou smiled when he asked such a silly question. "Come. Don't make it sound like I'm twisting your arm," she said, immense black cock still throbbing, as though still very, very angry. Her impish grin showed canines that looked very sharp. Too sharp. "Now," she said, touching him on the forehead, right where the third eye was said to rest. "Aren't you tired from all that?" she cooed, and... Emen /was/ suddenly very, very sleepy. "You should rest, darling."

There were footsteps. Someone was coming, but Emen couldn't turn to see. There was a flash of a furred hand. Oh, it was that curvy nurse, the one that just so happened to be a gnoll.

A sharp pinch in his neck. Some sort of fluid rushing in. Then, the most feverish, lewd dreams consumed Emen.