The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman
Chapter Eight: Differing Opinions
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Acolyte Sophia – Despeir Mountains

I felt like my stomach had fallen out of my body. Lady Delilah was a dragon. A dragon.

And not any dragon, but Dominari. The dragon we had set out on a Quest to kill. The dragon who’d encouraged Angela to go down this road, who’d recruited allies to aid Angela on her quest, who’d watched us for afar and given my Queen her wonderful gift.

My hand rubbed at my belly through my robe.

And she was Dominari. The monster who’d depopulated Eastern Zeutch, burned cities, towns, and villages. Refugees had flooded west five hundred years ago, fleeing in terror from her wrath. Whole armies were consumed in her fires. Scores of mages had perished attempting to fight her. She had claimed her Desolation, and only the foolish dared challenge her.

And us.

But Dominari wasn’t our enemy. She had proved that. She could have killed us easily at any time. We were at her mercy. Last night, Angela and I shared her bed. We writhed in passion with Lady Delilah. She could have ripped us apart. She could have burned us and eaten us.

But she didn’t. She wanted to be Angela’s. She yearned to be controlled, collared, kept from marauding.

And with her, Angela would be High Queen. I could see it now. Who could stand against us when we had the most powerful and dangerous monster in the world serving us. My nervousness transformed into exhilaration. A giddy euphoria had me swaying on the back of my horse. Finally, a woman would rule. No more following in Pater’s example. Yes, Angela could grow a cock, giving her a dominating rod, but she was still woman.

After all, making love to the new Angela, or other hermaphrodites, hadn’t broken my vow to Saphique. I still had my connection go my goddess. She was the patron of women. She would know what sex Angela possessed.

My head shot to my Queen. She sat astride her warhorse, face stony. But I could see it in her eyes. I knew her. We had changed so much these last six months, suffered through so many trials since we set out from Secare. We had grown so close, discovered truths about ourselves.

She dominated. I submitted.

And there was a dragon in need of dominating. A dragon who needed to submit, who needed what Angela could give her.

I smiled at my Queen, giving her such an encouraging nod. She didn’t have to fulfill her Quest. Dominari wouldn’t be a threat to the world if she served its ruler. Its rightful ruler. She was the High King’s heir. All the lands from the Despeir Mountains west were hers. Zeutch, Thosi, Thlin, Althos, Vanya, Secare, and the cities of the Nimborgoth. Hers by right of her blood.

She had to seize it.

Angela didn’t respond to my look. She grit her teeth and slung down from her horse. “We need to prepare.”

“Right,” I nodded, climbing down off my horse and unbelting my robe. I had spells to cast: weapons needed to be enchanted and everyone had to be warded with a divination spell. It would give at most a heartbeat’s warning of danger, enough for us to react if we were paying attention to the magic.

I plunged my fingers into my pussy, groaning as I churned my flesh. Everyone dismounted around me, silent, my companions all deep in thought at the revelation. I shuddered, closing my eyes and imagining Angela as queen.

I pictured her sitting regally upon her throne, wearing a gown of sky-blue and adorned with sapphires. A silver crown set in her flaming curls glinting with her majesty. Upon her shoulders draped a purple cape trimmed in ermine. And at her side knelt Lady Delilah and myself, collars about our throats, the chains held in Angela’s hands. Her slaves and concubines.

“Yes,” I hissed, my fingers churning my pussy to a froth. My flesh clenched down on my digits as I prepared myself for the divination spell. “It will be magnificent.”

My head leaned back, my eyes still firmly shut as I lost myself to my fantasy. Before her entire court, I pressed my head between Angela’s legs. Her tangy musk filled my nose as I kissed down her sleek thighs.

Worship me, she moaned in my imagination. Show the world the obedience due me.

“Yes, my Queen,” I gasped, the heel of my hand grinding on my clit. My pussy clenched about my digits, my pleasure growing swiftly.

I licked through her pussy in my imagination, reaching her clit, teasing it, coaxing out her girl-dick. It swelled over my head, growing longer and longer while I tongued her snatch. She moaned and squirmed, everyone watching gasping in shock and desire.

Witnessing the mighty prowess of their Queen.

I sucked on her cock, my fingers plunging not into my pussy, but hers. I fingered her faster and faster, sucking so hard, my tongue swirling about her dick’s crown. Her salty precum filled my mouth, making me tremble with excitement.

Euphoria swelled. My toes curled in my shoes. I moaned out my pleasure as it exploded through me. My pussy spasmed about my fingers. My clit ached beneath my grinding hand. My body trembled, my voice echoing through the mountain pass.

And I almost forgot to cast the spell.

“Saphique, I pray to protect us from danger, to give us a glimpse of peril to cum,” I chanted, the magic sparking out of my pussy along with my orgasmic delight. My eyes fluttered. I glanced out at my companions, all watching me in silence. “Gather before me,” I said, shuddering through my orgasm. “Hurry.”

They did, pressing around me, kneeling to receive Saphique’s blessing.

My milk filled my breasts when the energy reached them. My nipples ached and throbbed. I pulled my fingers from my pussy, smearing my cream across my tits. My body shuddered, the milk swelling my breasts, beading at my nipples.

It had to cum out.

I grabbed my tits, squeezing as I moaned: “Grant those foresight whom are anointed with your love and protection, my virgin Goddess.”

Milk squirted from my nipples, spraying out across my friends. I groaned, rivulets running down my fingers and belly, anointing me as I coated them. It fell like white rain across their faces, Minx grinning as she held her tongue out before her, Thrak stoic as it drizzled across his swarthy and pierced features.

Angela made no reaction at all, her face stony, still wrestling with her thoughts.

“That’s it?” Chaun asked, my white milk standing out on his ebony skin. “We can see the future?”

“You’ll get…impressions,” Sophia said. “Pay attention. It’ll be a tingle. You won’t have much warning though. But it’s better than nothing. To do more, I would need more priestesses to work a ritual.”

“It’ll be enough,” Angela said, rising, my milk running down her armor.

My fingers were coated in breast milk. “Thrak, your ax.”

I hoped Angela would make the right decision as I enchanted the orc’s weapon. It glowed pink with danger. If the dragon’s scales were hardened by magic, then my enchantment would let his weapon bite through. Then I anointed Minx’s daggers and Xera’s arrows.

Angela’s sword needed no such enchantment. Magic burned in the blade far stronger than anything I could cast.

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Knave Angela

A chill shivered through my flesh as Aurora let out a deep breath. “There. Warded.”

“Tickles,” Minx giggled, flexing her fingers. “And I feel all muggy.” The halfling squirmed.

“That’s the water elemental,” Aurora said, gripping her totem. “There is a thin layer of water over each of you.”

I shifted, feeling like my boots were soggy and my armor wet. “Good,” I said, my stomach twisting as I looked up the small trail Lady Delilah—Dominari—had ridden. I still could not believe that she was the dragon. I had known her since I was a girl. She was my first crush. And last night…

And now she wanted me to stop her from being a monster.

“So,” Minx asked, flipping her enchanted dagger, the pink hue blurring as it spun in the air. She caught her blade. “What’s the choice, Angela? Kill or dominate?”

“Kill,” Xera said without hesitation, a fierce hatred shooting across her face. “She’s a monster.”
Xera was a hunter for her people. She spent her life patrolling the Deorc Forest for any monsters that had wandered out of the Rheyn Mountains to the north. We had met her hunting a basilisk.

“Kill her!” gasped Minx in shock.

“Look at what she’s done.” The elf’s naked breasts, glistening with moisture, swayed as she pointed down the pass towards the brown lands of the Desolation. “She has burned everything green for miles upon miles. She has razed entire cities. She is a pestilence upon the world. The poor people of Zeutch have suffered for generations. That is why we’re here. To slay her.”

“But the wealth and glory, Xera,” Minx protested, her sapphire eyes so wide. “Think about it. We’ll be the High Queen’s most trusted servants. Angela will reward us with gold, titles, positions of authority, whatever we want.” Minx’s head shot to me. “Right?”

“I guess,” I said, my mouth dry. Did I want that? To rule? The sword hummed in its sheath at my side, almost demanding that I make that choice. But was it something I wanted? Did I want to be queen of the known world?

I could make it peaceful. No more wars between Secare or Valya, or between the Princedoms in Zeutch. I could help Althos deal with the Tribes of Ilt, and pacify the orcs and make them civilized. The desert nomads would not have to live lives of banditry. I could even free the humans enslaved by the rakshasas in the Queendom of Naith and destroy the foul Shizhuth Empire on the other side of the mountains.

“You would spare this monster, Minx?” Xera said, her aghast shock drawing me out of my thoughts. “After what she’s done? It’s unconscionable.”

Xera was right, too. But it wasn’t just Dominari we’d kill. It was Lady Delilah. There was such pain in her voice. She didn’t want to be a monster. She didn’t want to pillage the world.

“I agree,” Faoril said. “Dominari is dangerous. Could Angela actually keep her under control? We have a chance to kill her, we should—”

“Of course Angela can keep Dominari under control!” Sophia exclaimed, cutting off the mage. “My Queen is strong, and Lady Delilah wants to submit.” Her hands clutched at her belly through her now closed robes. “You weren’t in our tent last night. I felt it. She yearns to be Angela’s submissive, like me. She wants to serve. She just needs Angela to prove she is strong enough to earn that submission.”

“Earn it?” Xera asked.

“Submission is such a huge thing to give,” Sophia said, her words heated with her passion and love for me. Her words were so touching. “It is not something to be given lightly. You have to trust your Queen implicitly. You have to know she won’t hurt you. That she will give you what you need.