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True Colors	By : RosaTenebrum Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 7932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:
Okay, so here's my theory about how Raistlin took the black robes. I bet this is the way it happened, they just cannot write it in a children's series. ;) The story takes place sometime during Dragons of Spring Dawning, before Raistlin makes a dashing re-appearance at the end of the book.
And finally, thanks to Daimyo_Ryu, who suggested there should be stories about love between Raistlin and a goddess. Everyone be sure to check out his wonderful, smoking hot one-shots as well.

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True Colors

Raistlin woke up to the feeling of someone watching him. With a startled cry he opened his eyes and lifted his head from the pillows he had piled up to make his breathing easier. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a face hovering above his - a perfect, oval shape with blood red lips and beautiful eyes so dark and liquid they were almost black. As he watched in confusion, a smile appeared on the plump lips and a soft voice whispered in a commanding but gentle tone, "You're only dreaming. Go on. Sleep."
As commanded, Raistlin let his head fall back on the piled pillows, a plesant warmth coursing through his sleepy frame. An awed recognition swept over him as the mysterious figure brought her hand to his forehead, her many bracelets tinkling brightly with the movement.
"Go back to sleep," the Queen of Darkness repeated in a low, hypnotic voice, staring into his eyes. "Dream. And tomorrow, when you wake up, you will be tempted towards the dark side, just a little more than you were yesterday or the day before. Dream. Of dark things. Dark and twisted. Feel the power. Feel it in your mind" - her warm lips brushed against his forehead - "and on your body" - her hand went to his crotch and squeezed lightly - "give yourself into it, revel in it. Be mine."
A drowsy shudder of desire ran through Raistlin at the Queen's words and actions. Here, between wake and sleep, he could hardly think of anything more tempting than her low, sensuous voice and the things it promised. Surrounded by a hazy feeling of peace, he closed his eyes and drifted back toward sleep with a faint smile on his lips.
But no sooner had he gone back to sleep than he was woken up again by yet another strange presence in the room. A lovely, meadowy scent filled his nostrils. There was a touch of ocean breeze in it, mixed with fresh flowers; it was like a tonic that made it easy to breathe, and Raistlin immediately noticed a slight improvement in his chest.
"Get your dirty claws off of him," a woman's voice ordered. In spite of the harsh words, the soulful voice with which they were pronounced fit perfectly with the scent. It was nectar-like and warm, and made the Queen of Darkness sound almost ghastly in comparison as Raistlin heard her hiss a surprised "You!" with a hint of poison on her tongue.
All sleep gone from him, Raistlin forced open his eyes and quickly sat halfway up. Leaning on his elbows, he watched as a figure of a woman stepped from the shadows, and as soon as he recognized the stranger, his heart skipped a couple of beats. The long, curly and lustrous hair, the divine power radiating from her - it was impossible to be mistaken. There were now two living goddesses in his room.
"I should have known," Takhisis said peevishly. Almost a head taller than the Veiled Maiden, she crossed her arms over her chest and walked to her slowly till she was standing in front of her in rather a threatening manner. "You always have to interfere and mess things up."
Lunitari wasn't at all intimidated by the dark goddes's impressive posture. Smiling a cold smile, she carelessly turned her back to her and lit the two lamps on the study desk behind her as if nothing in the world could touch her. "You are barking at the wrong tree, Takhisis. Need I remind you that he belongs to me, or are you perchance colorblind too, in addition to all your other charming faults?" Saying this, she gracefully gestured to Raistlin's robe that was hanging on the back of a chair.
Takhisis sneered. "Oh, stop it," she said mockingly, feigning a hurt voice, "you're hurting my feelings." Then she snorted in frustration. "Listen, this was supposed to be an easy thing, just a stylish, brief visit in his dream without his even knowing it ever happened." Her mouth twisted and her eyes grew cold. "It maddens me when someone ruins my plans."
And so the two goddesses continued, deeply engaged in argument. They seemed to have forgotten that the subject of their fight was even in the room; a situation, which gave Raistlin plenty of time to recover from the pleasant shock of seeing them by the soft lamp light.
The view nearly took his breath away: their immortal beauty was unfaltering even to his cursed eyes.
Lunitari was wearing a long, red gown, which showed her white arms and shoulders and accentuated the flaming color of her hair. The shiny fabric was almost transparent and clung to her body as if it were a second skin, exposing the shape of her incredibly well-rounded breasts. Raistlin could not help noticing that the friction had caused her nipples to stand out against the fabric, and when he lowered his gaze, he could dimly see the dark, triangular shading between her lean legs.
The Dark Queen was the exact opposite of the Veiled Maiden's elegant, seducing beauty. Her black, luxuriant hair cascaded down her back to her waist in soft waves. The provocative corset she was wearing was barely able to hold her luscious breasts; the lower part of it was a small leather thong that left her firm buttocks open to view. Bronze bracers crafted in the shape of a snake were wrapped around her arms; their heads were resting on her wrists while the tails curled up to her elbows. She also had a little yellow jewel in her navel that sparkled like a star every time she moved, and the jingle of her golden bracelets merged with the impatient clicking of her high spike heels.
It was rare for Raistlin to be able to witness beauty that would linger for more than few miserable moments, and so seeing the two goddesses affected him immediately. From his eyes the pleasantness of the sight traveled down to his genitals, and he felt himself get painfully hard. He felt a bit guilty about his involuntary, mundane reaction, but luckily his nakedness was conveniently veiled by the bed covers. Besides, the goddesses were so engulfed in bickering they didn't have time to pay attention to his undertakings. Fully enjoying the unique display of beauty, Raistlin switched his gaze between the two and couldn't decide which one was more alluring to him.
"I see you dressed up for the occasion, too," Takhisis spat and looked down her nose at Lunitari. "May I ask where you found that tent on you, from Paladine's dumpster?"
Lunitari sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically. "At least I am dressed - unlike some." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "You, Takhisis, wouldn't know style if it hit you on the nose."
Takhisis laughed cruelly. "And you, my dear, wouldn't know what men want even if it was writ upon their faces." She shot a pitying glance at the Red Goddess. "You didn't think you could rival me, The Dark Temptress, in these matters, did you?"
"Rival you?" Lunitari's face was twitching with laughter. "Do take a look in the mirror, lady - you're a dragon, and a five-headed one at that! Not exactly the picture of beauty!"
Takhisis wore a bored expression. "Say what you like, Lunitari, none of it matters to me. He may be yours still, but I think very soon he won't have any use for that red travesty of a robe anymore."
Raistlin listened to the women with growing interest. What in the name of the Abyss was going on? Were the two goddesses actually fighting for his attention? The thought was weird but definitely exciting, though too absurd to be true, of course. Perhaps he was only dreaming, having one of those confusingly vivid dreams that often came when he had completely tired his body out with hours and hours of relentless study without taking a moment to relieve himself of sexual tension.
Dreaming or not, his desire was now very much awake, the head of it brushing sweetly against the soft underside of his blanket. Raistlin watched Lunitari reach back and grip the edge of the study desk with both hands. The movement caused her breasts to thrust forward. "You are putting words in his mouth, Takhisis," the red goddess observed. "We should ask his opinion about the matter, don't you think?"
Takhisis fell silent, and after a moment a naughty look appeared on her face. "That is the first sensible thing to come out of your mouth tonight. Maybe we should perform" - she smirked - "services for him and see who pleases him the most."
Raistlin made a little stifled sound, hearing her words. That he was dreaming was starting to seem more and more probable.
"Ah!" The Queen stopped talking and turned to look at him. "Our wizard is awake!" Then she cast an almost friendly glance at Lunitari. "Enough talking! I came here to claim my own and that is precisely what I shall do. Watch and learn, O Veiled Maiden. Mayhap you'll be able to hold on to your servants with better success in the future."
Fixing her gleaming eyes upon Raistlin, Takhisis started slowly towards the bed, accompanied by the sharp clicking of her heels against the marble floor. Her shapely hips swayed and the slim muscles of her stomach tensed with every step she took. She was nothing short of enticing; Raistlin could only stare at her helplessly and run his starved eyes up and down her glorious body as the ripples of desire flickered and flamed inside him.
Forcing himself to concentrate, Raistlin tore his lust ridden gaze from the goddess's seductive form. "With all due respect, Ladies," he began in a strained voice, trying not to show how much pleasure he was getting from just watching them, "you are wasting your precious time. The time may have come for me to make certain decisions concerning the path of my life, but I will not base them on the kind of matters you are hinting at."
He couldn't have sounded more unconvincing. Knowing this very well, he dared a quick look at the Queen's face and saw that she was amused. Wonderful indeed. But at least he found out he could still talk coherently, which was the bright side of it.
"Is that so, servant?" The Queen of Darkness inquired and pouted her lips flirtatiously, still approaching him with her hands commandingly on her hips. The jewel in her navel was like a piercing eye.
"I'm afraid so, Your Highness. I am profoundly honored by your attention, but my motives are infinitely higher than this." His words died out towards the end of the sentence as he shifted on the bed and noticed he was tenting the blanket rather obscenely.
Takhisis stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at him sternly. Narrowing her large dark eyes in a knowing sort of way, she bent slowly forward, and the moment Raistlin realized what she was up to, it was already too late to stop her. The Queen of Darkness grabbed the corner of his blanket and pulled it off of him, throwing it to a random corner of the room.
Takhisis lowered her gaze and stared straight at his groin, smirking and measuring him with mischievous eyes. "My, my, what do we have here - higher motives?"
Raistlin was so stunned he couldn't move. He opened his mouth but, as he found absolutely nothing reasonable to say for his defence, he closed it again, wishing the floor would mercifully open up and drag him down to Abyss. His discomfort increased as Lunitari came to stand beside the taller goddess. Her gaze darted down to his crotch too, and then both women just stared at him with avid interest, tilting their heads in a curious manner. A strange mixture of shame and coarse lust began to overwhelm him; his whole body felt flushed from their brazen stare. He hoped his damn cock would calm down and understand the seriousness of the situation, but no - much to the delight of his unwanted audience, it only gained more vigor under their inspective gaze.
Takhisis snickered. "See? It's true what they say about skinny men."
"Aye, very much so." Lunitari let out a girlish laugh and covered her mouth with her hand, gazing lustily at his hardness. "I wouldn't mind a ride on that."
"You speak true, Lunitari," Takhisis smiled, "a ride on that would be more than pleasurable." Then she sighed theatrically. "But I doubt he has much of a capacity for loving, poor thing, what with that lamentable cough of his."
And now they pitied him. Great. His lungs had been exceptionally cooperative throughout the strange visit, but now that he was reminded of it, Raistlin felt like coughing for one horrible moment. He managed to pull himself together, though, which was good, to say the least - coughing his lungs out with a recordbreaking erection in front of the grinning goddesses would really have been the icing on the cake.
"The good thing is," Takhisis mused and sucked her lip pensively, "you don't need much strength in your imagination."
Lunitari giggled. "Nay, luckily you don't. You can perform all kinds of outrageous acts in your mind without losing your breath."
Takhisis chuckled in agreement. "Amusing, isn't it? He likes to play a serious intellectual to make an impression on people, but in his mind" - she giggled again - "he's a real smutty bastard!"
Raistlin started to feel extremely uncomfortable. It was, of course, a well-known fact that any deity had an access to any mortal mind, but it was not particularly pleasant to be reminded of it in reference to his most private moments. He felt tiny beads of cold sweat run down the back of his neck, even as the goddesses's words continued to build the pressure at the bottom of his spine.
"I know, I know," Lunitari agreed, biting her little finger playfully. "Did you see what he was thinking about that pretty elf woman he was traveling with some time ago - what was her name? Laura? Laurana! Good gracious, if she only knew!"
Oh, merciful gods. Raistlin cleared his throat loudly before they could go any further into details. The women fell silent but glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, holding back their laughter.
Takhisis lifted her leg on to the bed, revealing her perfectly shaped thigh and calf. "I did see, I assure you." She threw her head back and laughed. "He thinks he's something else, but he's nothing but a vile mortal! He passed the Test and mastered the Dragon Orb - big deal! Nothing but a vile, base mortal, that's what he is, and he will never be anything else. Ne-ver! And just like every mortal man he thinks with his cock instead of his head."
They both laughed and glanced at each other in mutual feminine understanding.
Anger blazed up in Raistlin. It was the most ridiculous, untruest thing he had ever heard, and for a moment he had to struggle to keep himself from making the mistake of his life by trying to shut their stupid mouths by any means at his disposal. Truth be told, he was in a condition where it was impossible to contradict their words without looking like a complete idiot. In addition to that little problem, they were not just any women susceptible to a couple of easy spells. Hurling a fiery bolt at them, maybe putting them to sleep? Ridiculous. At this point in life, with only a handful of spells, it was not possible for him to challenge them. Yet.
"Oh, my, we just talk and talk! Haven't we kept him waiting for too long?" Takhisis took a couple of dance-like steps and came to stand on the right side of the bed. As she moved closer, the soft glow of the light made the pearly sweat shimmer on the exuberant curves of her breasts. Her milky, flawless skin radiated a pureness that was a profound reversal of what she embodied.
Lunitari followed her example and made her way to the left side of the bed. Raistlin turned his dizzy gaze to her and noticed that the way her body was veiled gave him an irrationally desperate urge to undress her. Her oceanic, fresh scent gathered around her like a cloud of seduction.
Takhisis gasped in mock surprise. "Just look at how strained he is! He must have a lot of... frustrations, don't you think?"
"Yes, you're quite right. Looks to me this one hasn't felt the touch of a woman in years."
"If ever," Takhisis added with a derisive smile. She shook her head disapprovingly. "That cannot be good, can it? No wonder his health is what it is!"
They giggled again - for goddesses, they were pretty damn easily amused. Not knowing what to do or say, Raistlin looked up at them from under his eyelashes, rather uncertainly, simultaneously angry, ashamed and thrilled by the way their sneering words made his cock even harder.
The bed creaked as Takhisis leaned over and started to slowly crawl towards him on all fours, holding his gaze with her almond eyes. "You are right about making the decision, dear. You will make it on your own, but I can make it easier," she whispered, her smile a smirking foreshadow of the promised ecstasy.
Raistlin lowered his gaze to the Queen's damp lips as she lightly traced her finger from his chin down his throat to cover his wildly beating pulse. Otherwise she kept a careful distance from him and, despite his undeniable longing for her, Raistlin felt rather relieved about it. Just one brush of her soft, feminine curves against his naked body, and he didn't know what would happen. Or, more likely, knew too well.
The Dark Queen brought her scarlet lips to his ear and said, "I can show you what black magic is like, the magic of the Nightreaver."
Her voice was husky, though not quite low enough for a whisper, and Raistlin made a choked sound as her moist lips touched his ear, light as a feather.
"I can make you come so hard that you can't think, that you can't even remember your own name."
His cock twitched in response, and he couldn't help letting out a moan.
Takhisis laughed, clearly pleased. "Yes, that's right. And I promise you, dear - every time you cast a spell of black magic in the future, you're going to remember how my touch feels like. You're going to feel my touch everywhere on your body. You cannot bear to lose it." She smiled against his ear. "Wouldn't you like to know? How it feels like?"
The only answer Raistlin was able to give was a helpless grunt, which sounded pathetic to his own ears. Again warring feelings of anger and lust crept over him - good gods, he was acting like a regular numskull, allowing himself to be whipped out of his mind by something so cheap as promises of physical pleasure. But the spiraling pleasure gathering within him left him no choice, and he reluctantly had to admit he wouldn't have put an end to the situation even if he could.
Lunitari sat down on her side of the bed with her legs coyly together. "No, mage," she said softly, locking her eyes with his. "Do not listen to her. You are mine. I wanted you from the very moment I laid my eyes on you." She lifted her hand, tracing Raistlin's lips with a beautifully shaped, red fingernail. "You are my beloved. You belong to me. You are Red."
Her words thrilled Raistlin and sent a wave of smugness over him. Did they pay this much attention to every mage? Were they this desperate for their allegiance? He didn't think so. It was a powerful combination, complacency mixed with arousal, and he didn't think he could get any harder than he was at that moment, with both women trying to win him over.
Takhisis pulled away from him, wearing an angry scowl. "Pay no attention to that boring bitch," she snorted. "She's so decent and unimaginative she cannot offer you anything else but the most obvious of choices. And we both know that is not what you like."
Digging her long fingers into Raistlin's shoulders, she darted at him with viper-like agility and hungrily pressed her lips on his nipple. Using her tongue to flick over the sensitive tip, she sucked it erect and caused ecstatic heat to spread all over Raistlin's body until the only sound alive in him was his breathing that was getting more and more erratic.
"I've visited your mind many a times," Takhisis panted, drawing patterns with her nimble tongue, whipping and swirling over his skin. "I like what I see there. You like it rough. You like to be in control. It's your way or no way, isn't it so?" Her voice hardened. "Then play with me, mage! Have it your way! Take me any way you want, come anywhere you want. On my ass, on my face - the choice is yours. That good?"
Raistlin gasped in the affirmative. The way Takhisis touched him was completely new to him; he had to shut his eyes as the tide of sensation dragged him under, sending shockwaves down his body, giving way to the tormenting pleasure of the Queen's tongue.
And then, at the worst possible moment, Raistlin felt tender but strong fingers on his chin that gently turned his face away from the Dark Queen's storm. Lunitari's warm eyes were amazingly green as she stared deep into his, smiling and whispering, "I've visited your mind, too."
She brought her hand to his cheek and smoothed it across the skin; her hand was cool and gentle, completely different from the hot, spicy furnace of Takhisis' breath. She was like a soothing fountain after consuming fire, and when she once again ran her finger seducingly across his lips, Raistlin thought she knew exactly what he wanted and was ready to grant it to him.
The Red Goddess took his hand and brought his fingertips to her glossy, coral lips. The intriguing shapes of her breats rose and fell against the red fabric of her gown. "There are wonderful, shady gardens in you," she breathed. "Flowers and sun. We can go there together. We can make sweet love without hurry and get lost in each other's arms."
Saying that, she took one of Raistlin's fingers in her mouth and, holding it lightly with her teeth, began to explore the tip with her tongue. With a seductive smile, she closed her lips over it and started sucking, eliciting rapturous sighs from Raistlin. He could feel her every suck reflected on his member; a sensation which was further intensified by Takhisis' hungry tongue on his chest. Raistlin rested his eyes on Lunitari's radiant beauty, a vague shadow of a smile on his lips; perhaps the first genuine smile in weeks. He knew his reason was slowly escaping him, but he he was in no hurry to regain it.
Suddenly noticing that his attention was directed elsewhere, Takhisis bounced up and cast a poisonous glance at the Red Goddess. Using a remarkably greater amount of force than Lunitari, she grabbed Raistlin's chin and lifted it as high as it would go. Then she rose up on her knees and folded her hands on the back of her head, striking a perfect pose for an admiring gaze. She was simply divine, so much so that the reluctance of leaving Lunitari faded from Raistlin's mind in an instant.
Staring at him cunningly, Takhisis took Raistlin's free hand and placed it on her breast. He cupped it eagerly, feeling the warmth of the soft flesh underneath the rough leather of her corset. The Queen continued to control his hand with hers; she slid it down over her stomach and hips and thighs and finally slipped it under the edge of her thong, allowing him to feel the cool porcelaine of her shaved vulva. Smiling a wicked smile, she directed one of his fingers inside her where it was hot and damp and tight, giving him an impression of how it would feel like to be buried there hilt deep.
Mindblowing sensations were raining on Raistlin from both directions as the goddesses toyed with his senses. Lunitari's hard teeth and soft tongue continued to explore his left-hand fingers, sweet and intoxicating, while Takhisis' hole enveloped his right index finger like a burning, tight ring. Raistlin was so aroused he was shaking; his desire to take them - both of them - was starting to run out of control.
Seeing his urgency, Lunitari let go of his hand and leaned down to him, her emerald eyes shining and tender. She opened her mouth and gently covered Raistlin's, tickling him with the tip of her tongue. She was like a cool summer breeze; Raistlin could have sworn he had never touched anything so soft and alluring before. A sweet quiver began at the pit of his stomach and spread through his loins, and he reached up to her, trying to undress her with a fumbling hand.
But Lunitari took his hand and pinned it against the bed. "In time," she whispered with an assuring smile. "I will show you what's underneath in time. You want to see, don't you?"
Raistlin was about to give an affirmative answer, when the Queen of Darkness pushed Lunitari away from him with an angry snarl. She grabbed him by the hair and devoured his mouth in hers, filling it with her flickering tongue, pushing in and out again and again with fierce voracity. Out of all the sensations offered to Raistlin, this was by far the most intense; the sheer aggression of Takhisis' frantic mouth felt so amazingly good he started to feel like coming without even being touched.
Takhisis pulled away immediately - reading his mind, undoubtedly. She licked her lips, laughing at his frustrated expression. "You liked that, didn't you?" she purred, standing on her knees again.
Her question was decidedly rhetorical in nature, for anyone could have seen he was almost past the point of no return. Raistlin bent his head backwards and covered his eyes with the bottoms of his palms, trying to catch his breath and make the room stop spinning the way it was. When he was able to focus his gaze again, he saw that Lunitari had stood up too in imitation of Takhisis' posture.
"How's it going to be, mage?" Takhisis demanded in a raucous voice. "All you have to do is choose. You cannot have both."
Choose? At least now he knew for certain he was awake. Raistlin moved his gaze from Takhisis to Lunitari and then back again. The two goddesses were so different, both desirable in their own way - looking at them one could see pure temperance next to aggressive power.
Lunitari's rosy cheeks were glowing. "Together, Raistlin, you and me," she whispered. The wild, mysterious sweetness in her voice was irresistible, and hearing his name come out of her mouth sent a rush of intimacy through Raistlin.
Takhisis shook her head in disapproval of Lunitari's words. "Together, you and me!" she whined, mimicking Lunitari. "She's such a child! You never gave a damn about cooperation or solidarity - why would you start now?" Her voice dropped and gained a delicious, slutty note of seduction as she ran her fingers in her cleavage. "What do you want me to do? Order me. Make me obey."
Lunitari's sweet words rang through Raistlin, kindling a longing he thought he'd buried a long time ago; no woman had ever spoken such kind and loving words to him, not once, and for one moment, by the power of Lunitari's voice, he thought it possible that there was a woman somewhere who would redeem him through hope and unyielding love, somehow, someday.
But did he live for weak redemption and servility? Promising dominion and mastery, Takhisis' words caressed his mind as well as body in a way Lunitari's could not.
"Take off your corset," Raistlin said to the Dark Queen, his voice not much more than a rasp. "Do it slow, and the lower part. Then touch yourself." He slurred in excitement; hearing it irritated him deeply in some distant part of his brain that still managed to think like a dignified human being should.
Takhisis cast a triumphant glance at Lunitari as she started to slowly unlace her corset. "Be careful, Lunitari. If you're not able to come up with something interesting soon, you're going to lose him to my son." She released her breasts from their captivity, exposing her taut, supple nipples. Fondling herself, she slid her fingers underneath the waistband of her thong, tempting and persuading, enjoying the way she held Raistlin spellbound.
It was a sight to remember, an amnesty for his cursed eyes. On the bed sheets that were slowly getting dusty and moth-eaten, destroyed by Time's devouring hand, Takhisis' vital, warm body twisted and turned with seductive rhythm. The vision tempted Raistlin beyond reason; he felt the need to grip his arousal and stroke himself, carefully, with only the tips of his fingers, but he resisted the temptation, knowing that the least pressure would probably be enough to bring him to completion in a manner he did not want right now.
Takhisis was about to remove the last piece of garment, when it was Lunitari's turn to push her aside. "Back off, abyssal whore!" she spat with an unusually fierce look in her eyes. Then, smiling brightly at Raistlin, she caressed his hair and kissed his jawline. "Patience, my love," she whispered. "A child cannot find it in him to delay satisfaction. Don't be a child."
Then she traveled down his body, drawing a route across his chest with her tongue. "Sweet and gentle and slow," she breathed between the licks. "Slowly building bliss is so much better than instant release." She approached his crotch, making him wiggle in anticipation. "And when you look back at the end of the road, you'll realize the joy was in the journey, and not the destination. This is balance, this is freedom."
Yes, this was what he wanted. The way Lunitari touched him was wonderful and serene, not too harsh and violent, unbearable to his frail health. The throbbing in his member increased slowly until he couldn't even see straight anymore. The goddess's tongue made teasing circles on his groin, at the very brink of his hardness, while her skilled hands gently massaged his stomach and thighs. Raistlin arched his back, trying to direct himself in the hot cave of her mouth. With a smile Lunitari listened to his desperate moans, but didn't let him inside.
Raistlin groaned in disappointment when Takhisis grabbed Lunitari by the shoulders and pulled her away from him. "Look at her," the Queen cried, harshly shoving the Veiled Maiden down on the bed. "She's nothing but a little tease! She gives with one hand and takes with the other. She leaves you standing just when you are about to reach the climax. She's empty words, whereas I am the gateway to power and beyond."
Takhisis was completely undressed now save for her serpent bracers and other trinkets. The vision of her was nothing less than an epiphany of desire, and seeing her in all her glory made Raistlin forget all about Lunitari's inveigling tongue. Hers was the most perfect body he could ever imagine; it was almost ridiculous how everything about it seemed to come straight from his dreams. In a heartbeat the craving in Raistlin turned into pure fire; all he wanted was to bury himself inside her - any hole, any side up, it didn't matter, as long as he could feel her warmth envelop his pulsating, aching shaft.
Lunitari's angry laughter distracted Raistlin from the fabulous view. "Don't listen to her - she'll say that to everybody, like the whore she is! She doesn't have real faith in you!" Lunitari kissed his forehead and cradled his head in her hands. "I believe in you; I respect your abilities. Follow me and I'll reveal every arcane secret to you, if you only let me. Together we can walk paths mysterious and illuminating, paths you didn't know even existed."
There was truth in her words. Raistlin desperately wanted to strip her naked - maybe she was even more beautiful than Takhisis. There was only one way to find out.
As he was reaching out to Lunitari in order to embrace her, he found his movement arrested by yet another intervention from the dark goddess. Her patience worn thin by now, The Queen of Darkness straddled his right leg, letting her buttocks and wetness press against his thigh. "When you were a little boy you said you wanted to make innkeepers bow to you. Have you forgotten about that?" she insisted with a hard stare. "I am the gateway to that power, the path to revenge."
She caressed Raistlin's inner thighs and sides with her palm, teasing him relentlessly with her skillful fingers, touching him everywhere except where he most wanted to be touched. Her full breasts pressed against his chest and shoulder, her nipples hard like diamonds, as she leaned forward to whisper more words of seduction in Raistlin's ear. "Reds - people respect them but they do not fear them. And you want to be feared." She breathed heavily in his ear, nibbling at it, making him moan.
Raistlin was so tense and so ready that he didn't think he could take her caresses much more. The whole pit of his stomach was in flames, his cock so swollen it was oozing and throbbing visibly. Takhisis rocked herself against his thigh, her knee rubbing against his testicles. "You want everyone to bow their heads in awe in front of you. You want to take what's yours."
And then her voice changed in his ear - all of a sudden she was sounding like every woman he had ever dreamed of. "I'm yours tonight, right now. And when you get me flat on my back, you really don't care whether I come or not. Because I'm yours. I'm completely under your control, just like everyone will be. You do with me what you please."
She was reading his mind, delivering a recitation of his fantasies in a sultry, low voice, and suddenly Raistlin realized he'd known the answer all along - certainty rushed through his veins, filling him with dark ambition.
Raistlin forced himself to take one last look at Lunitari and, as he did so, his heart felt a tiny sting of regret. There was a sad, disappointed expression on the goddess's lovely face, so filled with grief that for one short moment Raistlin thought he was making a grave mistake. He felt terribly sorry for her - he loved her and honored her, but he didn't lust her, not like he lusted the dark, raw power that was squirming in his arms.
Her heart broken, Lunitari cast her eyes down and entered Raistlin's mind.
I gave you all. I had faith in you. I heard your desperate plea and I came. You have forgotten. You have forgotten the promise you gave me.
Too bad. Abandoning the Veiled Maiden in a blink of an eye, the loving goddess who had been his benefactor and defender in his very first, faltering steps in the field of magic, Raistlin turned back to Takhisis and buried his fingers in her rich, scented hair, fully yielding himself to the enormous pleasure; the Black Goddess's lips were working hungrily on his neck, carrying him away to new, splendid dimensions, washing away regret, and Raistlin opened his eyes to gaze upon her dark, glorious, frightening beauty.
"Come to me, in me," the Queen demanded in a harsh whisper. "Embrace the real power. Master it."
Hearing it was the one thing that made it impossible for Raistlin to fight his need for release any longer. Grasping the woman, he directed her downwards with one hand, and with the other helped himself inside her, crying out in satisfaction as the sweet silk of her body glided effortlessly over his manhood. He grabbed onto her hips roughly and pushed himself upwards into her, ramming her with three deep thrusts. Releasing a low, guttural, wild moan, Takhisis threw her head back and laughed.
On the fourth push the world exploded - as soon as it started, Raistlin knew it was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. It started out from somewhere deep inside his guts and shot out from the head of his cock, branching out and spreading its heat to every corner of his body. He had never come so hard and long, every deep spasm tearing uncontrollable moans of pleasure from his throat. He knew nothing but absolute bliss as his entire body tasted the wondrous surge of power; black spots were dancing in his eyes and his blood roared in his ears, making him dizzy, but still he wanted it to last forever.
Not knowing who or where he was anymore, Raistlin fell back on the bed, gasping for air in cracked, laborious breaths, feeling the angry objection of his overstrained lungs. For a moment his chest locked and he couldn't draw air, but then he felt a warm hand on his ribs and was once more able to breathe.
Opening his eyes in relief, Raistlin saw Takhisis standing on her knees in front of him, holding his legs between hers. His liquids were slowly falling down along the inner sides of her thighs, and, as he watched, the goddess rubbed her fingers in the hot, dripping stream and then licked them clean. Seeing it sent final, weary shivers of pleasure through Raistlin; he was too tired to even move, but nevertheless felt stronger and healthier than he had in days.
"Good boy," Takhisis crooned softly. Her condescending tone sickened Raistlin, but he was getting too drowsy to care. Some day. Some day that bitch would lie low at his feet.
"Yes, go back to sleep," the Queen of Darkness hummed. "Dream. Of dark things. Dark and twisted."
Fighting the exhaustion that was overtaking him, Raistlin opened his eyes, wanting to memorize Takhisis' undying face and take the picture of her non-decaying beauty with him into his dreams.
He looked up and met her eyes - the vertical slits of her pupils were black as coal and in one, lightning fast movement translucent folds of skin moved horizontally across her eyeballs.
Raistlin let out a scream whose echo lingered throughout the darkness that enfolded him.
Never before had his dreams been so black as they now were.
Exalted, incomparably superior.

THE END
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