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TITLE: Servants of the Dragon

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Divinity II: The Dragon Knight Saga or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Dragon Knight/Hermosa

NOTE: Just something I threw together to get myself writing again.

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Hermosa sat at the edge of her platform and looked down at the island stretching away far, far below, the strong winds occasionally whipping her red hair across her face. She enjoyed looking at the island. It had become quite beautiful, much to her surprise. The green fields below were a far cry from the barren wasteland the island had been when she'd first arrived here by force. Of course, back then, Sentinel Island had been ruled over by a particularly cruel necromancer. These days...

Hermosa looked up to see her Mistress circling in the blue sky, her powerful wings hardly beating at all. Close to, the Dragon Knight's sheer power overwhelmed any other impression anyone could get from her, but seeing her fly from a distance reminded Hermosa how beautiful her Mistress could be even in her draconic form. She was sleek and graceful, almost elegant even, as she drifted through the sky.

One of the Dragon Knight's wings twitched and she suddenly altered course, diving towards the Battle Tower. Hermosa felt her heart beginning to beat faster as she realised her Mistress was heading for her platform. She hurried to the centre of her arena, checked to see if all the equipment was in place (which it was), then waited patiently as the dragon grew larger and larger, completely filled her vision with her form, then disappeared with a sudden thunderclap. A slender, black-haired woman jumped out of the air, landed easily on the platform and looked at Hermosa with silver eyes.

Hermosa bowed reverentially. Once upon a time she had had to remind herself it was proper to bow for her Mistress. But, then again, once upon a time she had still thought of herself as Captain Hermosa.

"My Lady," she said. "Back for another sparring match?"

One corner of the Dragon Knight's mouth curled upward. "No," she said. Then,

"Come."

Hermosa fell into step behind the Dragon Knight almost automatically. As distant and as alien her now largely draconic soul had become, as expressionless as her silver eyes were, Hermosa nevertheless felt she knew her Mistress well enough to know what her intentions were. She intended to fuck her. Which, admittedly, was hardly a terrible thing. Hermosa quite enjoyed sex and the Dragon Knight was quite a capable lover. It was just that whenever she was in the mood, she naturally assumed Hermosa would be in the mood as well. Which she always was. The Dragon Knights had sunk her talons so deeply into her soul that it took some real effort to separate her own desires from those of her Mistress. Sometimes there were days where she worried about that.

She wasn't worried now, though. With every step she took towards the Dragon Knight's private chambers, Hermosa could feel herself becoming warmer, her body beginning to tingle in anticipation. She could practically feel her Mistress' single-word command or request changing into a promise inside her own mind. Even in her human form, walking a few paces in front of her with her back turned towards her, the silent Dragon Knight's presence was powerful enough to encourage the subservience already within her, to convince her all over again that her proper place was at her Mistress' side.

No wonder there were still cults out there worshipping the Dragon Knights. No wonder so many people had seized upon the Betrayal as an excuse to wipe everything draconic out of existence.

Hermosa's half pleasant, half troubled musings were rudely interrupted when she followed the Dragon Knight into her chambers and spotted Sassan sitting at the desk going over some paperwork. She respected Sassan, as she would respect any woman strong enough to return from death to wreak vengeance against her own murderer. It was just that she was fairly certain the Dragon Knight frequently slept with Sassan as well. Not that that was the whole problem. Hermosa knew for a fact that the Dragon Knight's dancing girl, Salome, entertained her with more than just her dances and that didn't bother her in the least. But then, Salome wasn't competing for the Dragon Knight's affections the same way Sassan was. Salome would never replace her as the Dragon Knight's favoured. Sassan, on the other hand, might. Worse, Sassan might already be the Dragon Knight's favourite and that really annoyed her.

She knew it was ridiculous. Never before in her life (or at least, her life before being whisked away to Sentinel Island) had she ever worried about being the most favoured woman in a harem, however small and unofficial. If she'd had considered the notion that one day she might be part of a harem, she'd only ever thought about how to get out and leave as many corpses behind as possible as she cut her way through everyone foolish enough to think she could be owned. And yet, here she was.

"My liege," Sassan said, looking up from whatever she had been working on. "Is there something I can do for you?"

The Dragon Knight nodded. "I would like a little privacy, if you don't mind. There are some things I need to discuss with Hermosa."

"Of course, my liege," Sassan said, getting up and heading for the exit. "Hermosa," she nodded as she walked past her.

"Sassan," Hermosa replied with equally cold politeness.

"I do wish the two of you could get along better," the Dragon Knight said when Sassan had gone. "You both seem to get along better with Jonelath than with each other and he's a sadistic necromancer."

"I suppose it's because neither of us sees Jonelath as competition," Hermosa replied with as much disapproval as she could muster.

"Competition for what?"

"I think you know, my Lady."

The Dragon Knight's unreadable silver gaze fell on her and Hermosa couldn't help but squirm uncomfortably as she waited for her Mistress' reply.

"There is no competition," she said at length. "And I will not have my servants divided by such an absurd notion. Work things out with Sassan."

"Yes, my Lady."

"Good."

The Dragon Knight sat down on her bed, smiled, then extended her hand towards Hermosa.

"Come."

Hermosa obeyed without thinking, accepting the Dragon Knight's hand and sitting down next to her on the bed. The Dragon Knight's lips were on her own almost instantly. Every lingering worry about Sassan and, indeed, herself faded from Hermosa's mind as her draconic Mistress kissed her. The Dragon Knight kissed her slowly, yet with a smouldering passion that easily heated Hermosa's body. She found herself leaning into her Mistress' embrace, her desire to share herself with the silver-eyed woman only growing.

Hermosa abruptly pulled away and started fiddling with the straps of her armour in a manner she would've found terribly embarrassing if she hadn't been so driven to feel the Dragon Knight's body against her bare skin. She managed to get a grip on herself soon enough and quickly started shedding her clothes and armour with less care than she otherwise might have done. The Dragon Knight started undressing as well, but far more slowly and being much careful with her armour. By the time Hermosa had stripped completely, about half of her body was still clothed. Hermosa wasn't about to complain, though. The Dragon Knight's exposed upper body was a feast for the eyes. She was obviously fit and healthy (as anyone trained by her should be) and her breasts, though perhaps a bit too much on the smallish side for Hermosa's tastes, were firm and inviting, their stiff nipples silent testimony to the Dragon Knight's arousal.

Though not, perhaps, as strong a testimony as her obvious erection. Hermosa had once asked if this peculiarity of her Mistress' body was an accident of birth, a side-effect of her elevation or if she'd simply been persuaded by Hermaphroditus, the Tower's illusionist. Her Mistress had told her that Hermaphroditus had had nothing at all to do with the way her body looked, but otherwise hadn't replied.

Regardless, as the Dragon Knight stripped out of the last of her clothes, Hermosa couldn't help but stare admiringly at her Mistress' rigid shaft. It wasn't the largest cock she had ever seen (and good thing, too: the largest cock she'd ever seen had been so big it'd been painful rather than pleasurable), but it was the most alluring. Perhaps she appreciated the contrast between its firm masculinity and the femininity of the rest of her Mistress' body. Or perhaps it was simply because her Mistress was the most beautiful being in Rivellon, cock and all.

Hermosa leaned down and softly kissed the purple tip of her Mistress' shaft and heard her sigh contently. Quiet as it was, the sound nevertheless made Hermosa's pussy tingle with delight. She slipped off the bed and kneeled between her draconic Mistress' knees, her hard dick right in front of her eyes. She wasted no time in kissing it again and again, her lips traveling up and down its length and her ears filled with her Mistress' satisfied sighs. The erotic sounds filled Hermosa's body with lust and increased her desire to please the Dragon Knight a dozen times over. She began lapping at her Mistress' thick shaft, dragging her tongue all across its hot flesh until every inch of it was shining with her saliva.

Hermosa let the tip of her tongue flick at the base of the Dragon Knight's shaft, then drew circles all the way up its length until she reached her glans, which she circled twice with her tongue before taking it into her mouth. Her Mistress' quiet moans filled Hermosa's entire being as she eagerly sucked on the Dragon Knight's cock. She bobbed up and down, her lips sliding up and down her Mistress' hot flesh, her tongue swirling around it. The Dragon Knight's moans grew louder and louder at her eager efforts and she suddenly felt her Mistress' hand clutching desperately at her red hair. She didn't force her head further down her shaft or tried to direct her movements in any way, but merely held on. Hermosa would've smiled if her mouth hadn't been so busy. It felt terribly good to know that a being as exalted as her Mistress could still feel overwhelming pleasure. It felt better still to know she was the source of that pleasure.

Hermosa heard the Dragon Knight groan the moment she felt her coming into her mouth. She kept sucking at her cock, swallowed as much of her seed as she could, but her Mistress ejaculated far too much for her. Hermosa withdrew her filled mouth from the Dragon Knight's shaft with indecent haste and closed her eyes to allow her Mistress' throbbing dick to spill the rest of its seed on her face. She couldn't tell how long she sat there, kneeling in front of the Dragon Knight, to receive her semen all across her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, even into her hair, but however long it was, it wasn't long enough.

Blinded by her Mistress' climax, Hermosa eventually felt the Dragon Knight's hand take her own and allowed herself to be seated on the edge of the bed again. For a moment, she thought she heard her Mistress' breathe deeply. Then she felt the Dragon Knight's soft lips and careful tongue on her face as the woman lapped up her own seed. Hermosa carefully opened her eyes and felt gratified nothing fell in. She also couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed that her Mistress had used her own mouth to clean her up a bit. But if that was what her Mistress had wanted to do, then she wasn't going to complain.

Hermosa looked down the Dragon Knight's naked body at her cock, now shiny and stick with semen and saliva, and still hard. She wasn't surprised, of course. An ordinary man might have gone flaccid after merely one orgasm, but her Mistress was far from ordinary. The Dragon Knight followed her gaze, then looked at her with half a smile.

"Do you want it?" she asked.

"Always, my Lady," Hermosa replied.

"Good."

Hermosa soon found herself lying on her back, the Dragon Knight on top of her. Lust danced in her silver eyes and Hermosa had little doubt her own eyes betrayed the same emotion. The Dragon Knight kissed her again, forcefully and hungrily this time, and Hermosa tasted her Mistress' seed again as their tongues met. Their kiss ended abruptly as the Dragon Knight withdrew and looked down her naked body. Hermosa followed her gaze down to where her Mistress' erect dick very nearly pressed against her wet pussy. She gasped, her breath thick with desire. When she had sucked her Mistress off, she had been content merely to give her pleasure, but now that she saw her erection so near her core she desired nothing more than to feel her inside of her. It was a desire so powerful it was nearly a physical need. She didn't plead for her to penetrate her, though. Partly because she still had pride, however diminished, but mostly because she knew her Mistress was going to fuck her when she wanted to and nothing Hermosa could do would make that moment come sooner.

Fortunately, Hermosa didn't have to wait long in any case, since she was hardly the only one filled with yearning. She moaned softly when she felt the tip of the Dragon Knight's shaft press against her folds, then moaned loudly when she felt her enter her. The Dragon Knight filled her beautifully, sending a wave of pleasure up her spine. Hermosa wrapped her arms around the Dragon Knight's back and her legs around her waist in an effort to push her in deeper, to feel still more of her inside of her. Not that her Mistress needed prompting, of course. She easily slid into her wetness until the full length of her shaft was inside Hermosa's pussy, clutched eagerly by her tight inner walls.

The Dragon Knight waited until both their aroused bodies calmed as much as they could, their naked chests heaving, their lust-filled eyes locked on each other. Before long, the silver-eyed woman began thrusting, her shaft sliding back and forth inside Hermosa, fueling her pleasure with every movement. Her brief moment of calm swiftly obliterated, Hermosa found herself falling into a lustful haze while the Dragon Knight fucked her. Her senses seemed to fade, her trembling body capable of nothing but experiencing pleasure. The only thing that did not fade from her mind behind a veil of lust was the sight of her Mistress' silver eyes, which seemed to look directly into her horny soul.

The Dragon Knight leaned down and Hermosa kissed her without thinking, sloppily and unfocused, the shaking of their copulating bodies making it impossible for their lips and tongues to really meet. Still they tried, even as they were hindered by their own fucking, their kiss dancing all over the place, moans filling the space between their mouths, their voices wrapping themselves around one another until they were one in their shared lust.

Suddenly, the Dragon Knight sped up, fucking Hermosa ever harder, fanning the flames of her lust even higher. Her thickly burning arousal seemed to choke her lungs and the former captain's moaning breath deteriorated rapidly into a ragged panting punctuated by near-groans. Her whole body shook with an overpowering pleasure that filled her head to toe, her bare breasts bouncing with every one of her Mistress' rapid thrusts. Her entire body was filled to the brim with the brightest, most intense pleasure she had ever experienced (except for all the other times the Dragon Knight had taken her to her bed), too overwhelming to contain and yet too forceful to release. She yearned for an orgasm that wouldn't come and yet wanted nothing more than for her Mistress to keep fucking her forever, giving her more and more pleasure until pleasure was all she was.

And then she looked up into the silver eyes of her Goddess and heard Her voice.

"Come."

Hermosa screamed as she finally orgasmed, the purest bliss washing through her. She felt herself lifted on leathery wings as she soared through a perfectly blue sky of erotic pleasure. She heard the Dragon Knight groan and felt her cock throbbing inside of her, her hot inner walls squeezing her shaft in effort to fill her with as much of her seed as she could milk from her. The sensation of her Mistress coming inside of her only served to make her climax that much more beautiful and Hermosa found herself flying through the blissful sky on wings of her own.

Hermosa blinked once, then twice. She was lying on the Dragon Knight's bed, but the Dragon Knight was no longer with her. Raising herself onto her elbows, she spotted her Mistress standing on the balcony, still naked.

"How long was I out?" she asked.

The Dragon Knight turned around and smiled at her. Hermosa couldn't help but notice that her cock was still erect. "Not long. A few minutes at most."

"Next time I'll stay conscious throughout."

The Dragon Knight chuckled. "You say that every time."

"And I do mean it," Hermosa replied.

"I know."

The Dragon Knight walked back to the bed and lay down next to Hermosa. She softly stroked her messy red hair, then kissed her softly, lovingly.

"I think I have found a way to help you," the silver-eyed woman whispered affectionately. "A way to truly share my bed, my body and my sky with you."

The Dragon Knight grinned mischievously.

"You... and Sassan."
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