Dark Royal: Gonz's Scrying Part 1

F/F Futanari Breeding

Gonz, the kobold priestess of Xasandra, sits upon the stone, raised slightly above the rest of the cave chamber. Sitting before her is the large creature Kor, once a kobold himself. The two look into each other’s eyes as the priestess takes a deep breath, holding her hands out before herself.

The draconic creature leans in, resting his muzzle against her palms, his warm breath feels so nice against her scales.

“Now, my dear, dear friend,” Gonz says, running one hand over his muzzle. “We shall find out just what transformed you and how deep the power goes. I know you are in there, but are you still connected to the evil force which drove you earlier? Will some trigger turn you into a vile beast? That we must determine.”

He closes his eyes, sighing as Gonz channels both her arcane sorcery and the divine miracles of her goddess through his body. She hums, attuning herself to the magical wavelengths. Surely, her mind is traveling beyond these caves, out of the mountain, beyond the township, and far, far away. She feels the whipping wind and pouring rain as she flies off beyond the mountains. The chill of snow upon her scales and the heat of the blazing sun as her mind’s form traverses the world. It’s a wonderful experience and one she thanks Xasandra for.

But her travels stop abruptly. Here, rising up from a deep valley and thrusting itself into the sky, is a dark, imposing edifice. All around it, black clouds blot out the sun, and the chill is no longer of the brisk white snow, but of the permeating darkness all around, the lack of light, the lack of hope.

“I’ve found it,” Gonz whispers. “It’s a journey from here, yes, but it is not insurmountable. If we can… wait…”

Kor furrows his brow and pets his friend and partner on the head. “Gonz, isss everything alright? What do you-” A sudden flash of realization comes before him as he can feel the presence, the one that had come to him after he had transformed. He grabs his head and stumbles back away from Gonz, his form repulsed by her own. “No… she’s my friend. You can’t!”

“I can do whatever I wish to her,” the voice responds. “And what I wish is to punish you for your incompetence. You were to bed her, impregnate her, and make her your bitch. Now, this cleric is free to invoke her goddess’s name against me. That, I cannot allow, not without the proper motivation.”

Gonz sits up on her knees. She rubs her horn, shaking her head. “Uhh… what happened? First I see the location and the-aah!?’

Suddenly, the feeling of fingers around her breasts fill the matronly kobold. She pants as she feels the masterful digits massage her mounds. “W… what is this?” she asks, panting. “Who’s… who’s touching me?”

“Estrasssa…” Kor says, whimpering as he is stuck away from his lover. “Sssshe hasss found usss.”

Gonz squirms underneath the touch of the sorceress, the feeling of fingers going down her scales, rubbing over her belly and running between her legs. Her tongue rolls out as her legs spread slightly to the touch. “Aah, I can’t… I can’t stop her. The feeling is in my mind and in my body at once. My astral form… it’s… it’s in her grasp!”

Meanwhile, in the sorceress’s lair, the Dark Queen herself sits upon her throne. In her mind's eye, she sees the astral form of the kobold before her, but she herself doesn't move. Instead, a ghostly figure, a projection of herself, plays with the kobold’s spiritual body.

“How perfect is it that a priestess of a goddess presumed dead graces my doorstep,” the lounging sorceress says. “And, you’re a sorceress yourself. So, you understand exactly what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”

The astral copy of Estrasa scoops up one of the kobold’s breasts and brings it to her lips. The copy suckles upon the tit, causing Gonz to arch her back and cry out.

Her priestly robes stain from the expulsion of her milk. She fumbles at her outfit, tearing the buttons off and letting her body free as she cries out. Milk trickles down her scales, staining her clothes where they still rest on her. Meanwhile, she feels something else, something powerful, leaking out of her astral form.

“W… what is this?” Gonz asks as she looks down to see the lips of the ethereal construct supping from her breast.

The Dark Queen licks her lips and smiles, giggling with a sense of accomplishment. “Oh, that is just your divine energy. It tastes so good, Gonz. I must thank Kor for leading you to me, where I can get the latent abilities of your goddess. This will surely be useful for my newest spells.”

“Ahh… you can’t… you can’t steal my magic!” Gonz says, shaking her head.

Fingers press inside of her slit, flicking back and forth and spreading. “I can do anything that I want. Are you going to tell me you’re not aroused?”

The sorceress pulls her fingers free. Sex glistens between her digits, which the sorceress then brushes up along Gonz’s body. Once up to her chin, she then flicks up, pushing the fingers into Gonz’s spiritual mouth.

The kobold groans, tasting the metaphorical discharge, her own lewd fluids. When the Dark Queen pulls her fingers free, Gonz pants, only to shake her head, putting her tail between her legs. “You can’t do this anymore… I… I can defeat you!”

“I’d love to see you try,” the Dark Queen says.

“B…. By the power of Xasandra…. Evil spirit, begone!”

The rush of divine power shoots out from Gonz’s astral body. The spiritual Dark Queen flies back just a bit,  but giggles in its mischief.

“Oh, you poor, poor dear. I’ve already absorbed enough power from you for my purposes. But if you really do wish to play with me still, I’ll indulge you until you are a quivering mess!”