Raven Hill After Dark
5/3 Night
I teleported into a situation that was already a bit out of hand. Jitters was fleeing from Lividia in a blind panic, which to be fair would probably be wise if she were any other black dragon. Unfortunately, I needed to get him back to civilization, and I wasn’t taking no for an answer. So the first step, I figured, was to establish trust.
“Get down, beastie!” I yelled, hoping Lividia would play along as I smacked her out of the air with my staff. “Leave that man alone!”
The little dragon looked at me with shock, and then realization sparked in her eyes. “Oh no. I, Lividia the Ebon Mistress, have been struck down by this heroic warrior!” It is worth noting that I still looked like Abercrombie, and she was around thirty pounds at most, so I wasn’t sure if it made any impact. Of course, Jitters hadn’t stayed around to watch anyway, so it was a bit academic.
I ran after him. I believe I mentioned earlier that I had the build of an Olympic runner under my robe? It wasn’t for show. I sprinted after Jitters with the approximate speed of one of the fastest humans on record, while he fled with the speed and endurance of a moderately malnourished hermit. It wasn’t hard to catch him. The problem, however, was that I could hear quite a few footsteps in the distance.
Sound carries well in fog, and so I could hear the smacking of metal clad feet on cobblestones and the scrape of metal on metal moving towards us. I’d been quite happy with those being outside sounds for the last few days, sounds that would never bother me as long as I had the right perfume. How the hell were we this unlucky? It was barely dusk.
“Stop, just stop, let me help you you stupid man!” Jitters kept struggling even after I pinned him. “There’s an army of the dead on their way here and I’d like us both to get out of here.” He went limp at that, thank the light, and I tried to teleport us both to Drusilla. My heart just about gave out on me as I saw a team of about two dozen skeletons storming towards us, swords raised and swinging down at me, prone and pinning the skinny man. I braced for impact, hoping I’d be able to heal myself up once we were back at the Scarlet Raven’s guest room.
One of the lead skeletons abruptly spun in mid charge and attacked one of its neighbors. The sucker punch combined with its momentum led to his fellow’s head being knocked clean off. My traitorous savior was destroyed in seconds, but those were the seconds I needed.
••••••••••
Lillibeth was forcefully ejected from the puppet upon its destruction. That possession had been a fair bit easier than with Jitters, likely because she hadn’t had near as much competition for control of the body. There has been a tattered remnant of soul clinging to the skeleton, but it had been so badly depleted as to barely register. The real competition for control had been a darkly sweet voice commanding her to find the interloper, and kill him.
Remembering the voice made her shudder. It was a voice that she’d heard many nights before, asking her to join it. Many of her friends had answered the call, back when they had been themselves enough to still be called her friends. Morbent Fel had been irritated by something, probably Lividia’s little rampage; a rampage that the little dragon had chosen to continue, incidentally. She flew around like an angry hornet, swooping down to breathe flames or pick off an isolated target, though she fled the moment one of the skeletons attempted to throw a bolt of ice at her. Lillibeth could only hope that Erich would return for them both despite the danger. She’d put so much hope in this man. If he proved nothing but a grifter, she was certain the despair would destroy her. Or perhaps turn her into something she didn’t want to countenance.
••••••••••
We landed in a pile on the floor. Tessa was already in bed, and Drusilla was reading, though she sprang up the moment she saw I had company. “Are you well? How did it go?”
“I’ve seen better, but I got Jitters. So, my good man, how do you feel about moving out of Raven Hill? You could come work for me if you’d like.”
The skinny man just stared at me, working his jaw like a goldfish. I pushed some smoked fish and bread into his hands, and pulled out a bottle of wine. “Hey, I know you’ve had a rough time. Scythe of Elune, Dark riders, Worgen, all that stuff was probably awful. But you weren’t doing anything about it in Raven Hill, or getting any further away. So if you’d like, I can hook you up and you can go somewhere else. You have any skills? I’d be happy to set you up somewhere as long as you put in a bit of effort to keep an ear to the ground.”
He looked up from his fish, “I can’t travel. Not through Duskwood. Nowhere safe.”
“Easy. I can get you into Lakeshire without ever seeing the night sky. From there, I can get you anywhere you want to go, as long as you’re willing to travel by foot for a bit. Deal?”
“Yeah. Yeah sure. That sounds great.”
“Awesome. You think about where you want to end up, eh? Now, c’mere.” I hugged him and lifted him just off the ground, then teleported into Anetta’s bedroom, where I shook her awake. “Hey, Annetta. Sorry, I need some help with this guy. He’s going to sleep on your rug tonight, in the morning I want you to make sure he eats and maybe get him some new clothes. I’ll check back with you, ok?” Annetta had been made compulsively helpful, so she seemed the best person to go to with this job.
I gave the barely conscious Annetta a kiss goodnight, and traveled back to Drusilla. Once there, I collapsed into a chair and summoned Lividia. I didn’t know exactly what her situation was, but I was starting to think that giving her solo missions would be rare.
“Did I please you, my king?” She seemed so eager as she appeared at my feet, gently resting a chin on my knee. I checked my app just long enough to see that the minor mission had in fact been completed.
I remembered my plan from yesterday and gave Lividia her third obedience. “Treating humans as aesthetically, culturally, and morally superior to dragons” was paired with affirmation. I wasn’t going to try to make her see humans as universally superior, because she seemed likely to talk herself into the idea that the average human was actually physically stronger than the average dragon. But I wanted her to actively want to integrate. “You’ve done well enough to be allowed the honor of a human form again.”
She shifted instantly when given permission; the little dragon resting her chin in my lap was kind of cute. The glamorous young woman resting the side of her head on my thigh while beaming up at me with pride gave a very different impression. I was at full mast pretty quickly, though the remaining adrenaline probably contributed to that as well.
I pulled out my cock, and Lividia looked at it with interest. Not much lust really, more like curiosity. That would change in time, if she was serious about this whole consort business. “Suck on it. If you wish to be my queen someday you will need to learn how to serve me properly.” She did, wrapping her perfectly formed lips around the head and sucking, looking up at me with the silent question “am I doing well?”
She wasn’t particularly. She was beautiful and she was very willing, the average teenage boy would kill for this experience, but she didn’t have the faintest clue what she was doing. After a few minutes of that, pleasant enough but not great, I called Drusilla over. “Kindly show the novice here how a real human woman sucks cock, slave.”
After her orgasm, she looked over at the rather put out seeming dragon and smirked before coming to kneel in front of me. I hadn’t been aiming at that, but apparently Drusilla could see where I was going with this. “Any chance you could take your own form for this? I don’t have much interest in the old man.” She was already licking the head and gently cupping my balls in one hand, just asking in passing.
“Alright. Since you asked nicely.” I stowed my robe and turned into my default Erich form. That got a playful smile from Drusilla. “Much better. Even knowing it was you in disguise, it just wasn’t near as much fun sucking off another man.” It’s at that point she started to go at it, totally wanton. She clearly had more experience than Darcell, and even if she hadn’t done this in years, everlasting talent made her as good at it as she ever had been.
She alternated between deepthroating, working the head, and switching to a handjob. Whenever her mouth wasn’t on my cock, it was kept busy by praising me. It ranged from general comments like “you are so gorgeous” to specific references to the act like “I love your taste in my mouth.” One she was fond of was asking “is your slave pleasing you, master?” or a variation on that theme. Mostly because she would frequently get the response “yes, slave,” and the associated burst of pleasure.
The first time she glanced over at the adorably jealous looking dragon kneeling nearby, I realized what she was doing. She was putting on a demonstration, just like I had asked. Sure, she was sucking my cock to the best of her abilities, but she was also making sure to showcase different ways of doing it, including dirty talk. She was going to get a reward for this one.
When I was just about ready to burst, I pulled her off my cock by her hair and she dutifully continued to work the shaft and balls with her hands. I painted her face with my cum, and she looked appropriately appreciative. “Good slave. That’s exactly what I wanted from you. I hope you learned something, Lividia. I won’t settle for anything but the best in my queen. You may lick my seed off of your superior’s face, if she allows it.” I winked at Drusilla. She’d done very well at fulfilling my wishes tonight.