Hidden Myth

TanaVesta's golden eyes look down at me. Her large round human breasts bounce upon her chest, as she swivels her hips, making my stiffened prick stir around her insides.

My cock is rock hard inside her, as she rapes me once again. I've long ago lost count of how many times I've shot my cum inside her, but she never seems to get enough. The manacles on my wrists and ankles stops me from being able to fight back or defend myself. Is it possible to be worn-out and suffused with energy at the same time?

Despite this being against my will, her pussy wrapped around my rod feels truly fantastic. There is a burning deep inside her that sets my loins and lusts on fire. My mind becomes muddled, trying to figure out if I want to get out of here or throw her down and have my way with her hot body.

Strength saturates me, as her cunt clamps down on me, and her juices flow down and off my scrotum. Her velvety folds ripple around my stiff member, and I moan loudly as I fire yet one more load into her, thus ending this round as she in turn receives vigor from me. At least this time it had been nonviolent.

"So, how are you liking the end of your second day?" TanaVesta asks me after pulling away from my wet shrinking cock. I can see my seed dripping down her leg as she walks away from the bed I'm chained to.

I shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "Eh, I've had better," I tell her, attempting to goad her into at least killing me. I can't say it's been torture, tied up in this antechamber. Every few hours she comes in here, practically raping me, while I'm strapped helplessly to her bed by chains and manacles. Because every session leaves us both filled with energy, neither of us requires sleep, making time go by painfully slow. I'd still rather be dead though, than helping this megalomaniac gain more power.

She's enjoyed terrifying me every chance she gets as well. One time while she was on me, she'd changed into a small dragon and bit off my ear. The experience made her orgasm, and suddenly my ear was back and whole again. I still shudder from that one.

She lets out a throaty laugh, changing back into a ginormous red dragon. Her scales shimmer in the sunlight pouring in from the side of the mountain peak that she makes her home in. "Ah, my pet, you are an interesting one. I don't do this for your pleasure, of course. If I could get filled up on life essence without you having any pleasure at all, I would. Unfortunately, if you don't reach your culmination, then I don't get my own powers magnified." The way she says that sends shivers down my spine, which only makes her grin more. Let me tell you, if a dragon of her size smiles at you and you aren't immediately terrified, then you're already dead.

Seeing that I'm not going to succeed in having her kill me, I change topics. "What have you done with Angela?" This isn't the first time I've asked this question, and I don't expect any more of a response than I've gotten every other time.

"Get some rest, my pet. I have a long meeting with two other Pillars. I likely won't be back for a few hours, so expect a double session when I return." She approaches me, leaning over the bed, and her large, split dragon's tongue slips out, giving my whole body a good lick. "Mmm, I can't wait to finally eat you one day, when I am the only Pillar left. It's been centuries since I have dined on a Generator. Your kind always tastes divine."

Before I have a chance to say anything or do more than shudder, she turns her bulk around, and a large boulder rolls into place, covering the alcove where she keeps me chained up.

Or almost covers. When it's still about a foot from being fully closed, something outside changes. Lights of myriad colors reflect off the smooth rock wall, creating intricate patterns and mosaics. Something tickles my mind, but I can't quite seem to understand it.

"Yes, master," I hear TanaVesta say, as if in response to someone, but I can't hear whom she's talking with. "It will be as you command. I have already set your plans in motion."

The colored lights flicker again, and again I almost feel something within my mind. It's almost as if I know there is something there talking, but no matter how hard I listen or look, I can't quite catch it.

"He is nothing, master; a pet to entertain myself with. He knows nothing of your plans." The sound of obeisance in her voice sounds odd and very unfamiliar to me. Who is she talking to? Who could create such a cowed response from the Pillar of Fire?

The colors swirl one last time and then vanish.

"If my plans work out," I hear the dragon mumble, "I'll be able to destroy you when I'm done with the other pillars." The sounds of her leaving the large chamber echo around the room, and I sigh in relief to know I have a few hours until she'll be back.

Closing my eyes, I dream of happier days, of anything to take my mind off my current predicament. I remember dominating my boss, how she'd looked while getting off on her own fingers and wish I could have another chance to get into her pants. About meeting Angela, who is most likely dead already, and the fun we'd had together. I think back to growing up, and having the curly redheaded Brooke as my best friend. I even imagine her voice telling me to wake up, her hands on my chest, gently shaking me at first, and then getting rougher.

My eyes snap open as I realize that I'm not really dreaming, and I see Brooke standing over me. Fear and worry are thick in her sea-green eyes.

"Thank goodness you're alive," she sobs, and drops her head to my chest, hugging me tight.

"Huh?" I say as eloquently as I can manage, before my brain starts kicking into gear. "I'd hug you back, but I'm a little tied up at the moment."

She pulls away, wiping away a fresh set of tears, before looking at me confused. "Why don't you just break them?"

Flabbergasted, I stare back at her. Doesn't she think I've tried? I made my wrists bloody trying to break free of these chains. Luckily the sex with TanaVesta had healed me immediately. She seemed to take great pleasure in licking the blood off before ravishing me, which is the only reason I quit the futile attempts.

"I can't, they're too strong," I tell her, trying to pull my arm down to show her, and then staring in shock as the chain snaps. The manacle is still around my wrist, but the chain cuts short after about two feet. I repeat the gesture with my left hand, with the same results. Brooke pulls back as I yank my legs up, breaking those chains simultaneously.

I laugh. I just sit there and stare at my hands and feet, laughing. How long have I been able to do that? Is it because of all the vigor I've absorbed from the Pillar of Fire? If so, what else can I do now?

Brooke is looking at me worriedly again, and I realize my laughter has turned to manic giggling. It takes me a second to get myself back under control, and I stand up, stretching my muscles. I'm tempted to go after TanaVesta and kill her for what she's done to me; I'm so drunk on my own strength, I almost think I can do it.

"Hurry, Angela is keeping a watch out there. We need to go, before anyone comes here." Angela's name seems to set my mind back on reality. It's one thing to try and take on the red beast by myself, but I'd be putting two other lives in danger. I couldn't live with myself if I got them killed.

"She's alive?" I ask, looking for something to cover myself with. I want to run out and see her, but then I see the look in Brooke's eyes.

"Gee, Brooke, thanks for risking your life and coming to get me," she says wistfully under her breath, but I'm easily able to pick out the soft sounds of her voice. "I'm so grateful, that I'm more worried about a demonic succubus."

Shame fills my heart at her words. She'd come in here to rescue me, and one of my first concerns had been Angela. I look closer at my friend and see that her long curly hair has been pulled into a fraying braid, and she looks exhausted. She's still in her blue shimmering mail, but the bags under her eyes and the slump in her shoulders tells its own story.

"I'm sorry, Brooke. I thought she'd been killed." Something occurs to me, and I look sharply at my childhood friend. "I thought you said you couldn't enter TanaVesta's territory." Is she the real Brooke? "When I was in high school, and trying out for the swimming team, what advice did you give me?" I need to make sure this is her and not some dragon's trick.

She stares uncomprehending at me for a moment, and I feel fear start to replace my shame, until finally she answers.

"You're terrified of any water deeper than your knees. You tried out for the track team, and I told you to keep your eyes forward, and ignore the other runners around you." Her tone is level, and I can tell that she now understands why I had to ask.

Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tight to me, until she squeaks, and I realize I'm squeezing too hard. I really don't know my true strength, anymore. I'm so excited, I even give her a quick peck on the lips, before realizing what I'm doing and pulling back, my face turning beet red.

Her fingers lightly touch her lips in wonder, before she shakes herself, saying, "We need to get moving. I don't know how much time we have 'til she returns, but we need to be as far away as possible when she does."

Angela, still in her Amazon form, gives me a quick hug and a chaste peck on the cheek as we both squeeze past the boulder. I've given up on finding anything to wear and run naked next to the two women, through a maze of empty winding tunnels.