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Dragon's Blood Chapter 13
"You look divine, Mother." I drank in my mother's naked form. She reclined on the hearth, the firelight flickering on her dazed eyes. Her legs were spread wide. I had destroyed the sacred place whence I'd sprung. Her vagina gaped, displaying the pink inside. "My seed flows from you like magma down the side of a belching mountain. Do you regret asking for my... hatchlings?"
"Hmmmmm?" She glanced at my slumbering dragon cock as I relaxed naked on the fur rug. Presence came back into her eyes, and her cheeks reddened. She looked away. "Anything for you, Remnic." She lifted a glass to her lips and sipped at the finest blackberry firewater. "I would even... carry your babies." Now that she was out of her ecstatic frenzy, she wouldn't use the word "hatchlings." That was fine. I had her now. She was mine.
I lifted my glass to her. "'Anything' for me, you say?" I smiled as she nodded. "Well, here's to your help in taking this palace someday. It, and all the pretty things inside, will someday be mine. Huzzah!"
"Huzzah." My mother's voice was soft and quizzical. She searched my eyes with hers. It was obvious that she did not yet believe we could pilfer from the elves. But I already had three of their finest jewels in my trove. Why not take all of them?
We bathed, dressed, and dined on the most delicate and toothsome dishes. There were no servants to light the candelabras, so I went about the task. When I finished, our suite shone like a beacon.
When the door swung open, I must confess that I jumped.
"Fear not, good Remnic." Lillia entered, pulling Bemere by the hand. They wore long cloaks that covered their bodies completely. Lillia beamed as she closed the door. "My cousin and I are here at your request. Her betrothed had work to do on the count's ledgers, so he begged his Bemere's leave. She is available to us all evening. Isn't that so, cousin?"
"Yes, Lillia." Bemere did not look at her cousin. She instead stared at the front of my trousers.
"Excellent. Welcome Ladies Lillia and Bemere. You are each more radiant than the moon that hangs outside our terrace." I turned my head toward my mother and found her frowning. She sat in an overstuffed armchair, sipping a glass of sweet wine. "Don't fret, Mother. This is still our time."
"Yes, of course, my apple blossom." She turned her frown into a dutiful smile. "Lady Lillia, why do you wear cloaks indoors?"
"We couldn't very well walk the palace halls dressed like this." Lillia unfastened her cloak and dropped it to the floor.
My mother drew in her breath. I understood why. Lillia was a scintillating vision. She wore the most elaborate and elegant underthings I'd ever seen. There were lace, bows, and exposed skin in all the right places.
"Would you show us your outfit, Lady Bemere?" I walked over to my mother's chair and stood next to her, my gaze fixed on the more curvaceous elf.
"Vellon has yet to see me in such attire." Bemere's face and ears were now as red as my blazing heart. She looked like she might faint from embarrassment.
"You are mine, good lady. There is nothing to be ashamed of here." My smile was full of hunger. I quickly undressed and motioned for my mother to do the same.
The sight of my cock seemed to offer Bemere some courage. She took a deep breath and unclasped her cloak. But she did not drop it.
"Gods, Cousin. You are such a prig. Get on with it." Lillia pulled the cloak away from Bemere and tossed it away. She whistled appreciatively at her cousin's zaftig form, barely contained in an outfit similar to her own. "Vellon is a fool for choosing the count's ledgers over you."
"I... um... well..." Bemere looked at the floor.
"What will be the entertainment this evening?" I took my mother's hand, sat in the armchair, and pulled her onto my lap. We were both naked. My cock stood ready, rattling against her hip.
"Elves entertaining humans. Who would have thought?" Lillia shrugged and pulled Bemere by the elbow to the center of the room. They both curtsied. "We would like to dance for you and your mother, Remnic," Lillia said. "But we could not bring drums."
"You need percussion to dance?" I laughed.
"It is the elvish way." Bemere's soft voice could barely be heard over the crackling fire.
"My mother and I will provide your rhythm." I slapped my mother's ass and lifted her above my cock.
"Remnic...?" My mother looked down at me in confusion. "We have no drums."
"We have your lovely, round behind and my hips." I lined up my cock and slid inside her. Her vagina was still a stretched, sopping mess from my work before supper. "What better beat could they... ugh... ask for?"
My mother's mind did not allow her a proper answer. "Uuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh," she said. She sat facing the elves and began riding me, providing a nice steady slapping rhythm.
"Dance... dance... uh... uh... uh... my ladies." I looked around my mother's wobbling breast to see the show.
Lillia moved with provocative hip sways and thrusts. She undulated her body like the serpent that lived at my core. But Bemere glided about the stone floor with grace and dignity. Her form was so perfect and precise, I was reminded that she was some thirty years older than my mother and many times my own eighteen years. It must have taken Bemere decades to perfect such movements. I wasn't sure which elf was more alluring. I did not enjoy, however, the discordant nature of the performance.
"Does the... spectacle... uh... uh... uh... please you... Mother?" I gripped her ass, digging my fingers into her supple flesh.
"They... um... they... ugh... ugh... ugh... are not... harmonious... oooohhhhhhhhhhh." My mother squealed, but her hips did not falter.
"You heard... ah... ah... my mother... Lillia... Bemere... dance together." I watched as the elves gazed at each other. "Go on... my mother's ass... keeps perfect time. Do not... waste it."
"Shall we dance the three-step?" Bemere said.
"It matches Sophie's cadence. Yes. But that dance is for a male and female." Lillia smiled. "Which one of us will pretend to have a penis?"
"Well, I -" Bemere stepped toward her cousin.
