DRAGONLANCE

The Return of the Dark Queen

by BioDread

Chapter One: Release of the Dark Queen

Tanis Half-Elven stood upon the raised stone dais with Kitiara, his face cold while two Baaz draconians lowered a white linen-wrapped bundle onto the smooth obsidian surface of Takhisis's Gate. One of the burly draconians produced a dagger from his wide leather belt and sliced the linen neatly. The white cloth peeled away to reveal Laurana. The draconians lifted the naked elf woman to her feet, they spread her slim, milk-white arms apart to manacle her wrists within heavy, iron cuffs. Laurana swayed upon her bare feet, she appeared to be drugged, her moist lips were parted, her eyelids fluttered as she peered up at a rift, a smoky oval that reeked of sulfur and hot ash.

Tanis shivered from a wave of coldness that washed across his left shoulder. He glanced up and to his left, an deep alcove was set within the rock ceiling, it was completely black, a dark void that devoured all light. Tanis could feel the Dark Queen's presence within the alcove, she was restless, the Gate was almost open, soon she would be free to walk upon Krynn again.

"It is almost time, my love," purred Kitiara in Tanis's right ear. The Dark Lady enfolded Tanis's arm with hers. Tanis pulled his eyes away from the black alcove when he heard the sharp crack of a whip. He clutched Kitiara's arm as he watched the draconians flog Laurana from behind. Laurana kept silent until the twentieth lash, then she began to sob, falling to her knees, her spine and buttocks covered in bright red welts. Kitiara nestled against Tanis, he could sense her excitement, he caught Kitiara licking her lips while she watched the tableau upon Takhisis's Gate.

***

Caramon emerged within a cave. An underground river poured from Caramon's right through the middle of the cavern, it swung towards the right-hand wall where it disappeared into the pale rock. Berem was walking towards a spire of marble, the shaft of smooth stone glowing with a sickly green light.

Raistlin appeared out of thin air, standing to the left of the glowing Foundation Stone. The thin mage was garbed in flowing black robes, he held the Staff of Magius in his right hand. The heavy cowl of Raistlin's ebony robe was drawn up over his head, only his glittering golden eyes could be seen.

"Raistlin!" smiled Caramon. The relieved smile left Caramon's face when his brother raised his left hand. Holding a rod of copper, Raistlin chanted harshly while Berem approached the radiant Stone.

"Raistlin! Don't!" shouted Caramon just before a bolt of azure lightning sprung from Raistlin's left hand, sizzling through the air before it impaled Berem's glowing chest.

Berem didn't cry out when the bolt slew him, he simply dropped heavily to his knees, then collapsed onto his side like a puppet with cut strings.

Caramon raced to Berem, knelt, and turned the man onto his back. Smoke and the stench of burning flesh rose up into Caramon's nostrils, he slowly raised his face to gaze upon his silent brother.

"He was going to stop Takhisis," whispered Caramon.

"No one may hinder my Queen," smiled Raistlin, his left hand surrounded by tongues of blue lightning.

***

Thunder shook the Audience Hall as the oval Gate exploded with flame and black smoke. The five dragon heads of the Dark Queen emerged from the magical rift, the goddess's enormous, scaled body followed. The draconians flogging Laurana fell to their knees, bowing low to the Dark Queen. The naked elf woman was overwhelmed by dragon fear, she fainted and dropped onto her stomach, the chains holding her wrists clattering upon the obsidian stone.

Kitiara knelt on both knees with the other Dragon Highlords. Tanis knelt beside Kitiara, his legs turned to water, his eyes wide as he looked upon a goddess.

The five swaying dragon heads smiled. Scales melted as Takhisis shifted to human form, a tall, curvaceous woman with gleaming black curls that fell to her slim waist, skin-tight ebony dragonscale armor covering every inch of her body except for her face and throat. The ebony dragonscale armor gleamed in the torchlight of the Audience Hall as Takhisis walked to where Laurana lay. The goddess knelt upon one knee, stroking Laurana's long, golden hair slick with her perspiration. Takhisis watched the kneeling Dragon Highlords while she combed her right hand through the unconscious woman's hair, she met every Highlord's gaze, evaluating them, testing them.

Tanis turned to ice when Takhisis glanced upon his face. The Dark Queen's dark gray lips curled into a vicious smile.

"A spy for Paladine," hissed the Dark Queen.

Tanis reached for his sword, but stopped when he felt Kitiara's dagger upon his throat.

"What is your wish, Majesty?" asked Kitiara crisply.

"Kill him."

Tanis's eyes widened when Kitiara shoved her dagger into his throat. Blood gushed from the severed vein, covering Kitiara's blue, scaled glove. Kitiara buried the dagger to the hilt within her former lover's neck, she yanked it free, rising and backing away while Tanis's limp body slumped to the floor.

"Well done, Kitiara," nodded Takhisis. She motioned to the two bowing draconians. The Baaz jumped to their clawed feet and opened Laurana's iron cuffs. The Dark Queen stood up with Laurana in her arms, the elf woman's head thrown back to expose her pale throat, lush, golden hair falling like a gleaming waterfall.

"Return to your commands, you will complete the conquest of Ansalon," declared the Dark Queen, her voice reverberating through the enormous chamber.

***

The bedchamber was spacious, with four arched windows open to the cool, night air, one each to the north, south, east, and west. Raistlin finished pouring elf wine into two fluted glasses, he carried them both to the huge, canopied bed where Takhisis lay outstretched, running one black-scale, gloved hand over Laurana's bare breasts to the swell of the elf woman's right hip, then over her creamy buttock. Laurana was still unconscious, her wrists bound in iron cuffs above her head, slender, silver chains linking the cuffs to the ornate, oak headboard of the wide bed.

Takhisis removed her hand from Laurana's small ass to accept a glass of ruby wine. She admired the naked elf woman while she sipped from her slender glass, she tipped the vessel over, splashing wine across Laurana's dove-white breasts. Purring, Takhisis slid her tongue over the senseless elf woman's tits, relishing the taste of the elf wine upon Laurana's warm flesh.

The Dark Queen licked wine from her scarlet lips, she gazed at the black-robed wizard. "I thank you for ridding me of Berem, he was Paladine's last pawn who could do me harm. Now I can claim Krynn, my rightful domain."

Raistlin nodded, he sipped from his fluted glass.

"I see into your heart, Raistlin, I know your ambitions, and your fears. You almost defied me, it was wise that you changed your mind at the last moment."

Raistlin said nothing, he simply looked upon Takhisis with his golden, hour-glass eyes.

The Dark Queen left Laurana upon the soft bed and walked to Raistlin. The wizard took a step back, the goddess emanated heat and an alluring musk that made the mage harden.

"I reward my loyal servants," whispered Takhisis, slipping her right palm across Raistlin's golden eyes.

When the Dark Queen brought her ebony-scaled hand away, the hour-glass retinas that had cursed Raistlin with visions of death and decay were gone, his eyes still burned gold, but the retinas were round and black.

"The world is no longer gray and lifeless, is it, Raistlin? Laurana does not wither underneath your gaze?"

"The curse..is lifted!" blinked Raistlin. He looked around as would a blind man who can now suddenly see.

"I have made your body whole again as well. I leave you the golden skin, it will ward you from magic, and it looks nice on you," smiled Takhisis.

"Thank you..my Queen!" stammered Raistlin, bowing low.

"You have earned it, Raistlin. I need you to go to Palanthas," said the Dark Queen while she walked back to the enormous bed and slipped onto the thick, feather mattress beside Laurana once more. The elf woman moaned softly, she frowned and furrowed her brow, consciousness slowly returning.

"What is your wish, Majesty?"

"Keep an eye on Paladine's Temple. I anticipate that is where he will make his last stand, his worshippers will give him an extra portion of strength when we fight."

"I'll depart at once!" agreed Raistlin.

"You may go," smiled the Dark Queen, her gloved hand caressing Laurana's body once more.

Raistlin closed the iron-bound door behind him with a click. Takhisis lowered her face to Laurana's, she inhaled the elf woman's scent, warm and sweet like a rose blossom. The goddess lightly kissed Laurana's parted lips, slipped the tip of her tongue across the rousing elf woman's mouth. Takhisis raked her left hand through Laurana's golden hair, she pressed her scale-clad body against the naked elf woman. The goddess bit her dark gray lower lip when she rubbed her black-scaled nipples over Laurana's tender, dark brown pair. The elf woman's nipples stiffened, goose bumps spread across Laurana's soft breasts.

Laurana pried her almond-shaped eyes open. She gasped when she found the Dark Queen staring at her with cold, obsidian eyes.

"My lovely new pet is awake," smiled Takhisis, kissing the stunned elf woman hard on the mouth, thrusting a long, serpentine tongue through Laurana's moist, pink lips.

*****

Chapter Two: Conquest

Laurana moaned when the paddle smacked hard against her naked buttocks. The bound elf woman let her head fall back and glanced over her left shoulder. Takhisis wore a ferocious smile, displaying fang-like incisors while she raised the wooden paddle and slapped it down upon Laurana's small ass. Laurana's curvaceous buttocks were glowing cherry red, they burned from the spanking she had endured for the past two hours.

Laurana knelt upon the wide bed where she had been chained for the last five days, ever since the Dark Queen had emerged from the Abyss. The blonde elf woman's arms were currently tied to the bedposts at the foot of the enormous bed. Laurana faced an open window, cool night air kissed her hot, perspiring flesh as Takhisis slapped the paddle against her ass again, making her shiver from the pain blossoming across her buttocks and thighs. Takhisis yanked back on Laurana's long, shining gold hair, she kissed the young elf woman upon the mouth, sucking hungrily on Laurana's wet lips. Laurana closed her eyes as the evil goddess licked up and down her throat, one black-scaled hand milking her pliant left breast. Laurana could feel the Dark Queen's nude body against hers, the goddess's breasts were firm and cool, one of the Dark Queen's long, slender thighs rubbed against hers, the flesh was smooth and dry as it brushed against her own warm, sweat-soaked skin. Takhisis grinded her crotch into Laurana's left buttock, the Dark Queen's pussy was moist and slick, she pressed her dripping slit into Laurana's creamy flesh, the elf woman bit her lower lip when she felt the goddess's juices slip down the back of her thigh.

"You're beginning to enjoy this now, I can tell," purred Takhisis into Laurana's delicately pointed ear. Laurana whimpered when the Dark Queen's left hand grasped her pussy, sticky honey covering the goddess's scaly palm. Takhisis watched Laurana as she fondled the elf woman's cunt, she extended her agile, serpent tongue and tasted Laurana's flushed left cheek while she pressed a slim finger-claw into Laurana's cunt hole, wriggling the digit inside the elf's oozing vagina.

"Your climax is building," whispered Takhisis, digging her finger-claw into Laurana's slit, her forked tongue caressing the elf woman's erect nipple.

Laurana moaned helplessly, she threw back her head, her pelvis shuddering while the Dark Queen fingered her soaked pussy. Laurana pulled upon the white, silk ropes binding her arms to the bed, she bucked with her cum-stained thighs as Takhisis inserted a second long claw into her cunt, probing faster and faster until Laurana quivered and groaned from the orgasm swelling within her belly.

Laurana slowly straightened her neck, then looked down. Takhisis had her beautiful face pressed against Laurana's crotch, she was eagerly licking the elf woman's nectar, her tongue busy within Laurana's swollen, pink cunnie. Laurana bit her lower lip again, her shapely hips trembled as she watched the Dark Queen devour her pussy.

***

Crysania sat upon a marble bench, watching the black waves lap the harbor of Palanthas. The Temple of Paladine sat atop a hill that allowed it to look all across the sprawling city and the ship-filled bay. The breeze was gentle and cool as it ruffled Crysania's long, curly, ebony hair. The young woman's raven tresses gleamed with moisture, she enjoyed watching the waters of the bay at night, it soothed her after a day spent tending to the needs of Paladine's faithful.

The Daughter of Paladine looked away from the quiet bay and gazed at the tower to the south of the Temple. The Tower of High Sorcery was completely dark, no lights burned within its windows, it was an obsidian thorn that marred the beauty of the flowering city. Crysania brushed a loose strand of hair away from her lovely face, she thought about the master of the Tower, Raistlin Majere, a wizard of the Black Robes, and one of the most feared men upon Ansalon. Crysania stood up from the bench and smoothed down her pure, white robes. She didn't want to keep Elistan waiting.

Elistan looked weak and haggard when Crysania was admitted into the cleric's office. Elistan sat wearily within his chair, he motioned for the Daughter of Paladine to take a chair facing his scroll-covered desk.

"Thank you for seeing me," nodded the old man.

"Holiness," greeted Crysania hesitantly.

"You're wondering why I summoned you."

"I am sworn to serve you and Paladine's church."

"You have served the church well, Revered Daughter," nodded Elistan. "Have you been following the war?"

"No, Holiness, but I have noticed a greater number of poor and hungry within the city."

"Refugees from across Ansalon. They hope that we can protect them when the Dark Queen's armies turn their attention north."

"Paladine will protect us," said Crysania confidently.

"He will do his best, but the Dark Queen is strong, she has laid claim to most of Ansalon now, only Palanthas stands within Paladine's light."

"I believe that Paladine will save us and defeat the Dark Queen," declared Crysania.

"Your faith is very strong, Crysania, that is why I have summoned you," sighed Elistan. "I have a task for you, a task I am reluctant to place upon your young shoulders."

"I will serve the church any way I can."

"The Solamnic knights are crushed, their homeland has fallen, Ergoth is overwhelmed, they cannot repel the Dark Queen's armies as I had hoped. In order to save Palanthas and defeat Takhisis, we require two weapons, the good dragons and the most powerful wizard on Krynn. Friends of Paladine are heading to the Isle of Dragons, you must secure the aid of the wizard."

"You're talking about Raistlin Majere, aren't you?" murmured Crysania, her gray eyes wide.

"Several Daughters know of your..fascination with the mage, you will be the best envoy to send, you have the best chance to convince Majere to help us."

"I..I will try," swallowed Crysania, her stomach fluttering.

"I know you will do your best, Revered Daughter. A messenger has been sent to the Tower, we will know tomorrow if the wizard will see you. Go, rest, prepare as best you can."

Crysania stood, bowed to the cleric, and silently left the office. As she walked down the candle-lit hallways of the Temple, Crysania clasped her pale hands together over her stomach and smiled softly, her heart pounding as she imagined her meeting with the black-robed mage.

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Chapter Three: Fire and the Sea

A series of dull thunderclaps roused Laurana from her exhausted sleep. The elf woman opened her almond-shaped eyes and held the soft, red bedsheet to her breasts. The richly appointed bedchamber was dark except for the harsh flashes of green and red light from the northern tower window.

Laurana slipped out of the large, canopied bed that was draped in black velvet and crimson silk, she grimaced as pain shot through her legs and spine, reminders of the abuse she had suffered for the Dark Queen's pleasure. Laurana wrapped the scarlet bedsheet around her slender, naked body while she approached the brightly lit window, she narrowed her eyes when the flashes grew more intense, more thunder reverberated through the tower chamber, the stone walls trembled from the violent crashing.

The elf woman gasped softly when she looked out the window. She was no longer in the Dark Temple, she floated in the sky, hovering over the burning city of Kalaman. Laurana looked down the length of the tower, she had been moved to a flying citadel, a castle upon a base of rock that could fly anywhere across Krynn, supported by the powerful spells of Black-Robed wizards. A squadron of red dragons flew around the flying citadel, occasionally adding their fiery breath to the catapult assault launched from the citadel's thick stone walls. Each heavy catapult hurled down a ball of green fire which exploded amidst the homes and shops of the northern port city. Draconians leapt from the flying citadel's battlements, gliding down with outspread wings to join the goblin and human armies smashing through Kalaman's defensive wall. Even the harbor of Kalaman was not spared, the Dark Queen's warships hurled fire and stone at the harbor's shield wall, the two beacons which framed the only entrance into the harbor shattered and fell into the black waters, their bright, golden lights extinguished.

Laurana watched the fall of the city with crystalline tears in her beautiful, green eyes. She had once led the army of Solamnic knights that had freed Kalaman from the grip of the Dragonarmies, now she could only weep as she watched the port city burn for its defiance of the Dark Queen's will.

***

Silvara stood at the stern railing of the dipping ship, her long, silver hair snapping behind her as she watched a dull, red haze glow along the southern horizon. The wild elf's bright, blue eyes reflected the crimson light that illuminated the otherwise black, night sky, she clutched the polished, wooden railing, alarm making her heart pound within her small chest.

Gilthanas climbed up the ladder to the wheel deck, he smiled when he spied Silvara, sleek and sensual in her tight, Kagonesti leathers. The elf prince lost his smile when he walked up to Silvara and noticed her distress, he followed the wild elf's gaze to the smoldering horizon.

"What is it?" murmured Gilthanas, the strong, ocean wind tugging on his blonde hair.

"The Dark Queen is moving north, time is slipping away," whispered Silvara, taking Gilthanas's left hand and squeezing it tightly.

"How long will it take to reach the Isle of Dragons?"

"A week if the winds are strong."

"Do you think the good dragons will help us?"

"They must, or Takhisis will finally triumph," scowled Silvara.

***

The ship cut through the turbulent, green ocean, propelled by strong winds that never died. Silvara said that Paladine sped them on their way, for if the good dragons joined the war too late, the Dark Queen would win despite their help. Gilthanas practiced swordplay on deck with some of the sailing ship's officers, he exercised to take his mind off of the urgency of their mission and the outcome if he failed to bring the good dragons back to Ansalon. Silvara sat at the bow of the ship from dawn till dusk, always watching the horizon, eyes searching for her brothers and sisters.

A week passed with no sign of the Isle of Dragons. Water and food began to dwindle, rationing was ordered, the crew became tense as day after day passed with no sign of land.

Gilthanas was sharpening his sword within his cabin after a particularly vicious duel, both swordsmen had drawn blood, and would have kept fighting if the captain had not halted the match. The elf prince looked up sharply when the cabin door opened, he relaxed when Silvara entered the cabin and closed the door behind her.

"I have to leave for a little while," declared Silvara without warning.

"Why? How?" stammered Gilthanas, sheathing his sword and setting it aside before he rose to meet the wild elf.

"I have to look for the dragons, I'll have a better chance if I search by myself," said Silvara, leaning against Gilthanas when he reached for her.

"Let me go with you," offered the elf prince.

"No, you should stay with the ship, make sure they stay on course. The crew will need to re-supply on the Isle of Dragons or they'll never be able to make it back to Ansalon."

"Very well," sighed Gilthanas, squeezing Silvara's small waist.

The silver-haired elf woman looked up into Gilthanas's brown eyes, she stroked his slender cheek with her left hand, the elf prince smiled and softly kissed her tender lips.

The two elves struggled with their leathers as they stumbled to the cabin's single bunk. Silvara pushed Gilthanas onto the bedding, then tugged off her leggings before climbing on top of the elf prince. Gilthanas let his palms rove over Silvara's lithe body, her skin was warm and brown, her breasts were yielding when he cupped and caressed them. Silvara rested on top of the elf prince's chest, she kissed Gilthanas over and over, her mouth soft against his, her tongue flicking between his lips. Gilthanas buried his fingers in Silvara's thick, silver hair, he placed warm kisses upon her graceful throat and bare shoulders.

Silvara lowered her right hand between the elf prince's legs, she fondled his manhood, her fingers gentle around his shaft. Gilthanas moaned against Silvara's sweet lips, he kissed her harder, his hands combing through the elf woman's silky tresses. When Gilthanas's member was fully erect, Silvara guided it to her pussy, she raised her face and sighed with pleasure when it slipped into her cunt, hot and swollen with cum. Gilthanas stroked Silvara's golden-brown arms, he placed his palms upon her curvaceous hips, slowly flexing his pelvis, pushing his cock deeper into Silvara's cunt. Silvara groaned, she set her open palms on the elf prince's chest, leaning forward with her arms as she rode her lover, driving his shaft into her belly, her pussy tightening around the throbbing prick. The elves writhed against each other, the cabin filled with the musk of their love-making. Gilthanas slipped his palms from Silvara's hips to her back, caressing her warm flesh, hugging her closer so he could lick her tits and pert, dark brown nipples. Silvara panted while Gilthanas sucked on each of her stiff nipples, she bucked harder upon his crotch, squeezing with her vagina, holding the elf prince's hard cock inside her.

Gilthanas slipped his tongue across Silvara's trembling left breast and up the side of her neck. While fondling the elf woman's right tit with his hand, Gilthanas started nibbling on the pointed tip of Silvara's left ear. The wild elf moaned and bucked harder over Gilthanas's lap, ramming his shaft to the hilt inside her, bouncing faster and faster while the elf prince sucked and licked her sensitive ear. Gilthanas and Silvara climaxed together, Silvara clutching the elf prince's neck and gasping as he flooded her belly with thick cream.

Silvara and Gilthanas held each other and gasped, their bodies hot and gleaming with perspiration. Silvara kissed Gilthanas tenderly, then began planting kisses upon his throat and chest, sliding down to his aching manhood. Gilthanas smiled and combed his fingers through Silvara's slick hair, gasping softly when she started licking the cum from his sore cock.

***

Dawn was just touching the eastern horizon when Silvara took her place at the bow of the sailing ship. The ship was cutting easily through the green waves, its white sails filled with wind. Silvara was naked, her silver hair cascaded down to her shapely waist. Gilthanas stood near the forward mast, his brown eyes glistening as he watched the wild elf transform, smooth, brown flesh melting into silver scales, wings extending past the ship's railings, long, serpentine neck rising to the mast's crow's nest. The ship dipped forward when Silvara pushed herself into the cool, morning air. Leathery wings flapped, the silver dragon ascended into the dark blue sky, the rising sun reflecting from Silvara's gleaming scales, making her a beacon of silver before the racing ship. Gilthanas raised his face, never looking away as Silvara flew into the brightening horizon.

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Chapter Four: The Dark God

Laurana was pushed through the shattered gateway of the High Clerist's Tower. Laurana wore a frayed, white shift and sandals, she stumbled through the broken stones that had once been part of the mighty tower's protective wall. The High Clerist's Tower was wreathed in orange flame, sections of the tower were broken, jagged wounds that emitted thick, black smoke and flickers of angry fire. Laurana was escorted by four Sivak draconians, silver, snakelike soldiers bearing long swords and wearing leather harnesses adorned with knives and small pouches. The sky was blue-black with dusk, smoke boiled up into the air, the breeze was hot and tasted of ash.

A Sivak hissed at Laurana and prodded her forward with the tip of his dull -sheened sword. Laurana shuffled through the corpse-strewn courtyard, the bodies of dead Solamnic knights lay everywhere, the elf looked away from the corpses being looted by greedy goblins and renegade humans. Laurana raised her green eyes to the smoldering tower, two flying citadels hung above the burning spire, a steady flight of red and blue dragons covered the velvet black sky, sailing upon the hot winds to the north, towards Palanthas. Laurana was poked in the back with a sword tip, she walked a little faster across the rubble-covered courtyard, a squad of Baaz draconians guarded the open doors of the High Clerist's Tower.

***

A golden-scaled Aurak draconian opened the door for Laurana and her Sivak guards. Laurana entered an opulent chamber draped in rich tapestries and warmed with several silver braziers that scented the room with a sweet-smelling incense. Couches and softly cushioned chairs were set in the center of the chamber, a bar to the right held dozens of multi-colored bottles. To the left of Laurana was an enormous fireplace that roared with bright flames, across the room a wide window looked out upon the mountains that surrounded the tower.

Takhisis lounged upon one of the couches. The Dark Queen wore her black scale armor, her long, raven hair gleamed in the firelight, she sipped lightly from a crystal glass filled with red wine.

The Sivaks left Laurana in the company of their goddess, the iron-bound door behind the elf woman latched shut with dreadful finality.

Laurana was surprised when Takhisis looked away from her towards the bar. Following the Dark Queen's gaze, Laurana stiffened when she noticed a man standing near the bar holding a half-empty glass of wine. The man was handsome, tall, with muscular arms underneath his green scale armor. The warrior had long, black hair held back with a steel clasp, he was lean and moved with quickness and grace. The man had brilliant, jade eyes, when he smiled ivory fangs glittered in the firelight.

"She is lovely, Takhisis," growled the green-armored warrior before he drained his glass of wine.

"She tastes quite delicious as well," smiled Takhisis, beckoning Laurana to join her on the long couch.

Watching the armored man warily, Laurana crossed the chamber and sat on the leather couch next to the Dark Queen's stiletto-heeled feet.

"This is Sargonnas, my dear," whispered Takhisis loudly, gently raking her black nails across Laurana's right shoulder and arm.

"Another god?" asked Laurana, turning her head to watch Sargonnas leave the bar and approach the couch.

"Aye, my sweet elf princess," grinned Sargonnas wolfishly, forcing Laurana to shift so he could sit next to the couch's arm, trapping her between him and the Dark Queen.

Takhisis sat up and offered Laurana the rest of her wine. Laurana accepted the glass tentatively, she sipped the sweet, red wine while Sargonnas slid his scaled hand over her left thigh, his glove slick and cool against her warm, golden skin. As Laurana swallowed the last mouthful of wine, Sargonnas licked the left side of her neck, his strong hand slipped underneath her thin shift, grasped her left breast and squeezed.

"See how her face flushes with pleasure," purred Takhisis, kissing Laurana's right cheek, a black scale hand stroking inside the elf woman's right thigh, nails lightly scratching Laurana's soft skin.

Takhisis covered Laurana's panting mouth with her own while Sargonnas ripped open the elf woman's shift. The evil god wrapped his cool lips around Laurana's left nipple, he sucked hard on her breast, making her hardening nipple wet with his saliva. Takhisis kissed Laurana ravenously, her scaled hand clutched Laurana's pussy, caressing up and down, her palm becoming slick with Laurana's emerging fluids.

"The elf princess becomes wet quickly," smiled Sargonnas, licking Laurana's left breast with his dripping, serpentine tongue. The long, agile tongue flicked around Laurana's pliant tit over and over, making it gleam with drool.

Sargonnas pulled Laurana's head onto his lap. Takhisis spread Laurana's bare legs apart and lowered her face to the elf woman's moist cunt. Laurana moaned weakly when Takhisis started licking her pussy, a long, writhing, forked tongue slipping up and down Laurana's pink cunt, teasing her clit until a rivulet of honey dripped from her musky sex. A bloated cock rubbed over Laurana's panting lips. She looked up into the evil god's burning, green eyes, she opened her mouth and allowed Sargonnas to slip his shaft between her tender lips. Sargonnas groaned while Laurana sucked hungrily upon his cock, he enfolded the slurping elf woman's right breast with one of his green scale hands and fondled her tit. Laurana's open thighs trembled, juices were flowing faster and thicker from her open cunt. Takhisis probed deeper into Laurana's warm cunt hole with her wriggling tongue, the goddess sucked upon Laurana's swollen clitoris, she made the naked elf woman buck and moan around the cock stuffed inside her sensual mouth.

The evil god removed his long, throbbing cock from Laurana's eager lips. He pressed the oozing tip against Laurana's panting mouth, white cum dripped over her quivering lips, stained her small chin and the tip of her pert nose. Laurana licked the underside of Sargonnas's prick, she nibbled on the long shaft with her semen-coated lips. Sargonnas slipped his scaled fingers through Laurana's bright, golden hair, he guided his cock back into Laurana's mouth, she moaned with satisfaction and resumed sucking on the thick shaft, her green eyes staring into the dark god's while she devoured his manhood.

The Dark Queen's lips tugged upon Laurana's cunt folds. The pink lips of the elf woman's pussy were coated in sticky honey, Laurana rubbed her sex over the goddess's beautiful face, her hips quivering, her belly contracting when she climaxed, an intense heat spreading from her nectar-soaked vagina. As she orgasmed, Laurana fastened her lips around Sargonnas's engorged cock, she sucked so hard her cheeks grew taut, she stroked the dark god's shaft with her tongue, urging him to explode inside her mouth. Sargonnas placed both scaled palms upon Laurana's golden mane, he closed his glowing, jade eyes and moaned with ecstasy as his manhood burst within Laurana's throat, squirting stream after stream of salty milk into her gullet. Laurana moaned softly around Sargonnas's cock, her eyelids half-closed while she drank all of the god's seed, her throat working to capture every warm drop.

Laurana opened her lips and allowed Sargonnas's cock to slide free. The evil god and goddess both sighed with pleasure as Laurana licked semen from her lips. Laurana stretched out upon the slick, leather couch, moaning blissfully as the two deities caressed her gleaming, golden body with their cool, reptilian hands.

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Chapter Five: The Shoikan Grove

Crysania took her time soaking in the heated pool. The Daughter of Paladine dipped her slender, pale white arms into the steaming water, she sat upon a marble step, allowing the water's heat to soothe her taut muscles. One thought had filled Crysania's mind all day, through every prayer service and meal, today was the day she went to the Tower, today was the day she met Raistlin Majere.

Elistan had finally declared that they could not wait any longer. The High Clerist's Tower had fallen to the enemy, scouts reported the Dark Queen's armies marching on Palanthas, dragons could be seen gliding through the heavy, gray clouds, watching the city's feeble attempts to prepare itself for the assault everyone knew was coming. The hour had grown so desperate Elistan gave Crysania permission to offer the one thing that Raistlin desired, even though it could mean the Temple traded one enemy for another of equal power and evil.

Crysania cupped warm water with both palms and poured it over her milky white breasts. She watched the glittering droplets slide down across her wide, pink nipples and between her curvaceous mammaries. The beautiful cleric stood up and climbed out of the steaming pool, water raining from her shapely, nude body.

In her small, spartan cell, Crysania put on fresh underclothes and slipped into a clean, dry, white robe. She tied the robe shut with a thick, white silk, rope belt. The young woman tied sandals to her feet and slim calves, she combed out her damp, ebony hair with her fingers, then pulled the heavy, white cowl of her robe over her gleaming hair.

Leaving her cell, Crysania walked the silent halls of the Temple to one of the small chapels dedicated to Paladine. The main temple was filled to the bursting point, people from all over Palanthas desperate to seek Paladine's protection and mercy. The chapel was gratefully empty, it was a small, rectangular room with five rows of pews and a tiny, white marble altar positioned before a ten-foot tall statue of Paladine. Paladine was depicted in his powerful dragon form, wings outspread to shelter his worshippers, reptilian face looking over the pews, warding those who prayed to him.

Crysania lit a taper from one of the right-hand braziers and climbed up the short dais to the smooth, pearl-white altar. She lit the scented ivory candles set to frame Paladine's statue, the flames danced as Crysania put aside the taper, then knelt in the front pew. Crysania clasped her delicate hands together and bowed her head, tendrils of gleaming, black hair fell across her heart-shaped face. The Daughter of Paladine closed her eyes and prayed to her god for strength, she begged him to calm her pounding heart, but her blood still raced, her face still warmed when she thought about the Black-Robed mage.

***

Palanthas was in chaos. The sun was still setting and already the streets were filled with people, some carrying heavy burdens of clothes and possessions, others looting from shattered store fronts. A few Solamnic knights tried to maintain order, but they were too few, most of their brothers manned the walls of Palanthas, waiting for the attack of Takhisis's legions. Thunder rumbled over the city, Crysania looked up, the sky was dead black, filled with bloated, dark clouds. Tongues of blue lightning played across the sky, more thunder sounded, filling Crysania's heart with dread. To the south, a dull, red light glowed, the ruins of the High Clerist's Tower, still burning after a day, a warning that the Dark Queen was about to stretch her clawed hands over the last free city of Ansalon.

Crysania struggled through the pressing crowds, her ears aching from the loud screams and angry cries that seemed to be everywhere. The air was humid from the heat of so many bodies gathered in a tightly confined space, Crysania could barely breathe.

The noise and jostling ceased when Crysania reached the boulevard that led to the Tower of High Sorcery. Crysania looked from side to side at the abandoned shops and homes that lined the cracked street, no one had lived in this neighborhood since the Shoikan Grove first appeared centuries ago when a dying Black-Robed mage cursed the Tower. The Tower of High Sorcery rose before Crysania as she drew closer and closer to the black spire, lightning flashed above it, thunder shook the street beneath the cleric's sandals.

The Shoikan Grove completely surrounded the Tower of High Sorcery. The Grove was a ring of thick, black-leafed oak trees and thorny bushes, strange animal sounds echoed through the dark vegetation, branches shook when no wind blew through them. Crysania swallowed nervously, she clutched the silver medallion of Paladine that hung from a chain around her neck, she felt braver when her hand enfolded the cool silver pendant. Tentatively, placing one shaking foot in front of the other, Crysania entered the Shoikan Grove. Terror seized Crysania immediately, a cold fist grasped her thumping heart, her stomach twisted, clammy sweat broke out across her pale white face. Holding her blessed medallion with trembling fingers, Crysania padded through the black tree trunks, dry ebony leaves crunching beneath her sandals.

"Daughter of Paladine," murmured a weak voice. 

"Save us."

"Feed us."

Gray arms exploded from the soft, black earth. The wiry limbs clutched at Crysania's legs, she screamed and kicked at them, racing through the Grove, lungs burning, mouth gasping as she fled towards the looming Tower. A skeletal hand grasped Crysania's left ankle, she flew forward and smashed into the ground, her arms splayed out before her. Hands barely clothed in rotting, gray flesh broke free of the moist dirt, they snatched Crysania's slender wrists, their grip was supernaturally strong, Crysania couldn't break free when she tugged hard upon them. Crysania was sobbing loudly, she struggled and fought against the undead hands holding her to the ground. She gasped when more clammy hands slowly emerged from the dirt and pulled on her white robe, tearing the fabric away from her breasts and thighs.

"No! Let me go!" screamed Crysania while the cold, decayed hands groped her tits, cracked nails digging into her soft flesh, fingers stroking the insides of her thighs, pulling aside her loincloth to touch and caress her pussy.

The foul, reeking, undead hands rolled Crysania onto her back. The weeping cleric's loincloth was torn away, long, bony fingers scratched her tender pussy, dipped into her warm slit.

"Stop!" moaned Crysania, blinking tears from her gray eyes as flesh-torn arms caressed her belly and tits, bleeding fingers pinching her large, pink nipples to hardness. Skeletal hands spread Crysania's white legs, two corpse-blue fingers entered her cunt, probing, then pulling free, then shoving inside once more.

Crysania arched her back while the undead digits explored her trembling sex. Bone-tipped fingers caressed Crysania's tear-covered cheeks, rotting hands stroked her soft, black hair. Crysania's thighs shook from the cold fingers buried in her vagina, she bit her lower lip, stifling another moan while juices began to flow from her cunnie, sticking to the flexing fingers wriggling in her hot pussy.

"I'd call off the guardians, but you seem to be enjoying yourself," remarked Raistlin with a wry smile.

Crysania opened her gray eyes, looking at Raistlin upside-down as her belly clenched, her open legs shuddering while honey poured from her cunt.

Raistlin waved one golden hand, the undead limbs returned beneath the soft dirt, leaving Crysania clad in rags and panting. The Master of the Tower watched in amusement as Crysania struggled to her feet and attempted to cover her soaked pussy with pieces of her torn, white robe. The Black-Robed wizard folded his golden hands within the wide sleeves of his velvet garment, he turned away from Crysania and began walking back to the obsidian spire that awaited.

*****

Chapter Six: The Isle of Dragons

Cries from the deckhands awoke Gilthanas from a sound sleep. The elf prince quickly slipped into his coat of silver chainmail and belted on his sheathed long sword before racing from his cabin onto the slick deck of the galley. Gilthanas's almond eyes widened when he looked up into the clear, blue morning sky, huge reptilian shapes sailed above the galley, an enormous gold and two sinuous silver dragons.

As the house-sized head of the gold dragon peered down at the pointing and shouting sailors, a haze shimmered along the northern horizon, when the haze cleared a cluster of white islands appeared, ivory mountains rose from each island, towers of jagged marble.

"Follow me," rumbled the gold dragon, his titanic body blotting out the sun and sky before he flapped his wide wings and flew ahead of the bobbing galley.

Gilthanas glanced over his shoulder, the captain was ordering the helmsman to obey the gold dragon. The elf prince looked at the two escorting silver dragons closely, neither of them was Silvara. Waves smashed against the galley's bow as the ship turned to follow the gold dragon towards the tallest island mountain of the cluster. When the galley passed the first minor island, the ocean grew instantly calm, a cool breeze filled the galley's large sails and gently propelled the vessel to the waiting island.

The captain ordered the crew to drop anchor a safe distance from the Isle of the Dragons. The two escorting dragons ascended into the blue until they were out of sight, the huge gold landed upon a glittering beach and folded his enormous wings, reptilian eyes watching the human ship.

"I will take a landing boat alone, Captain," said Gilthanas, his eyes locked with the gold dragon's.

The crew moved quickly to free one of the small shore boats. Gilthanas climbed inside, he sat as the boat was carefully lowered to the glass-smooth water. Gilthanas took the oars and rowed towards the beach and the waiting dragon. The massive gold snorted and shifted upon the beach, he swayed his long tail idly, almost impatiently. Gilthanas knew he was close to the beach when he entered the gold dragon's long shadow. Gilthanas kept rowing without looking at the towering dragon, he jumped from the boat when its keel impacted with the sandy beach, he dragged the small craft away from the lapping waves.

When Gilthanas walked away from the boat, the gold dragon lowered itself to all four feet and proceeded to enter a cluster of tall, green-leafed trees. The huge dragon moved agilely through the trees, surprisingly silent, almost cat-like as it passed through the small forest. Gilthanas had to use all of his Qualinesti wood lore to keep up with the gold dragon, eventually he followed the dragon out of the forest to the foot of the ivory mountain.

The gold dragon looked back at Gilthanas once, then entered the mouth of a gigantic cave. Gilthanas walked after the padding dragon, examining the cave as he walked. The cavern stretched deep into the heart of the mountain, a shaft driven into the rock by a god seeking shelter in the dry, dark belly of the earth. The stone was smooth and milky white, with streaks of gray running through the rock like rivers across an ivory continent.

The marble tunnel opened into a round chamber. A single pool of azure sat in the center of the cave, two human figures sat talking by the pool's edge, they rose to their feet when the gold dragon and his charge appeared. The gold dragon used a rock shelf to ascend one of the cavern's sloped walls, he settled upon a wide outcropping, more dragons rested on other outcroppings, gold and silver, ten altogether.

One of the human figures rushed to greet Gilthanas. It was Silvara in Kagonesti form, she smiled and hugged Gilthanas tightly, the elf prince affectionately kissed the elf woman's gleaming, silver hair. Gilthanas looked up when the second human shape approached, it was a man dressed in mouse-gray robes, a wide-brimmed hat on his elderly head, a long, silver beard flowing to his sandaled feet.

"Hello, boy," greeted Paladine. Gilthanas knew this form of the god as Fizban, but this elderly wizard was not befuddled or whimsical, the god's human face was cracked by deep wrinkles, the sky-blue eyes were filled with weariness and sorrow.

"Sir, I have come to ask the good dragons' aid, Palanthas...,"

"Silvara has explained the problem to us," nodded Paladine. "The conclave is pondering the matter now."

"We must leave at once! Takhisis marches on Palanthas as we speak!" exclaimed Gilthanas.

"Gilthanas..," warned Silvara, squeezing the elf prince's arm.

Paladine turned and began shuffling back to the glowing, azure pool. Gilthanas followed after the stooped god, his face angry.

"Can't you order the dragons to fight?"

Paladine sat heavily at the pool's edge. He dragged his fingertips across the glowing water, he looked up at Gilthanas with a weary grin.

"What happened to the good dragons who fought in the War of the Lance?"

Gilthanas glanced at the reclining dragons who watched them, he focused on the waiting wizard. "They died fighting the Dark Queen's armies and evil dragons."

"She slew many of them when she emerged into the world," added Paladine. "The dragons you see now are the last of the race, they are very old, some lived during the Age of Dreams, like my friend there."

The huge gold dragon who had guided Gilthanas bowed his enormous head briefly.

"This is the Last Battle, boy. Light will fight Darkness, no one knows the outcome, not even me."

"Palanthas is the last free city defying Takhisis, if you and these dragons do nothing, Krynn will be swallowed by Darkness, do they want to live in a world like that?" argued Gilthanas.

"No, we do not, elf," rumbled the enormous gold dragon.

"Then return to Palanthas with me, fight the Dark Queen and her legions!" shouted the elf prince.

The reclining dragons nodded their serpentine necks and growled in agreement. Silvara hugged Gilthanas's waist, her eyes shining with pride.

Paladine stood up. He regarded Gilthanas and Silvara, he smiled once, warmly.

"You have chosen well, daughter, the boy will make a fine mate for you."

Silvara blushed and let her silver hair fall to cover her face.

The deep lines of age returned to Paladine's elderly face, he turned his head, regarding each of the dragons in the cave briefly. The dragons bowed their long heads low, they rose to their clawed feet and filed out of the domed chamber, never making a sound as they departed.

Paladine left the chamber last, he patted the top of Silvara's head.

"Shall we follow you back with the ship?" asked Gilthanas.

"You will remain here, Silvara. If we win we will return, if we fail you will be safe here."

Silvara nodded, Paladine patted her head one last time before shuffling towards the cavern's exit.

"We can't stay! We have to return to Palanthas, help fight the dragonarmies!" protested Gilthanas.

"If I can save your sister I will, boy. I fear she is beyond saving, however," said Paladine as he disappeared into the dark tunnel.

Gilthanas lunged after the departing god, Silvara snatched his arm, her grip was unbreakable.

"He told us to stay here."

"If my sister's in danger I have to help her!" snapped Gilthanas.

"Father will help her if he can, have faith in him," murmured Silvara.

Gilthanas stared into Silvara's blue eyes, he relaxed reluctantly, Silvara released his arm.

"I'll order the galley to head back to Palanthas without us," said the elf prince. He marched out of the chamber before Silvara could argue with him.

The slender wild elf walked to the radiant, blue pool. She stared into the lustrous water, she saw Paladine shift to his silver dragon form, he led the remaining dragons south, they disappeared quickly amidst the glittering stars.

*****

Chapter Seven: The Battle of Palanthas

Laurana dug her fingers into Sargonnas's green-scaled shoulders. Hot sweat gleamed over every inch of Laurana's naked body, she sat on the evil god's lap with her legs splayed apart, she bounced on his muscled thighs, panting as he entered her again and again. The elf woman arched her back, moaning softly, her long, golden hair swaying in the air. Laurana's tits jumped from the motion of her bucking, she bit her lower lip, her eyes clenched shut while she rode Sargonnas. The green-scaled god dug his black claws into Laurana's curvaceous hips, he lowered his face and licked the elf woman's bouncing breasts with his long, dripping, tongue. Laurana smiled as Sargonnas's forked tongue tip caressed her stiff, brown nipples, she bucked harder on Sargonnas's lap, forcing his prick deeper into her tightening vagina.

Sargonnas scratched Laurana's sleek thighs, then he enfolded her small waist with his scaly, powerful arms. The dark god licked and kissed Laurana's throat as he thrust between her open legs, groaning with pleasure when his cock was sheathed inside the elf princess's clenching cunt. Laurana buried her hands in Sargonnas's thick, black hair, she purred into his ear, pressing her slick breasts against the humping god's chest, her hips rolling as she enjoyed the sensation of Sargonnas's shaft throbbing within her belly.

The evil god began sucking on one of Laurana's pointed ears. The elf princess moaned in ecstasy, rolling her shapely, scratched hips faster, squeezing Sargonnas's pulsing cock with her moist pussy. Laurana hugged the strong god's neck, bucking harder and harder, until she gasped, her cunt shuddering in climax. Sargonnas squeezed Laurana's waist when he orgasmed, his seed geysering into the elf woman's drenched sex. Laurana moaned into Sargonnas's ear, she pressed a warm cheek to the dark god's face, shivering while his cum warmed her belly and dribbled down her slender, sweat-soaked thighs.

Laurana and Sargonnas sat entwined, catching their breaths, savoring the warmth of each other's bodies. Sargonnas looked over Laurana's bare shoulder, fire burned from the arched window upon the far wall. The evil god shifted Laurana off his lap. Rising, Sargonnas crossed the chamber to the glowing window, he looked out at the scene below.

The attack upon Palanthas had begun. From the tower window of the flying citadel, Sargonnas watched while catapults from the citadel's battlements rained green fire and stones into the once beautiful city. Companies of goblins, draconians, and humans sworn to Takhisis smashed against the city's high walls, battering rams assaulted the main gates, ground catapults hurled more stones at the city wall's defenders.

Sargonnas smiled when the dragons made their dive. Red, blue, and black dragons fell from the cloudy skies, spitting fire, lightning, and acid onto the soldiers, knights, and citizens of Palanthas. Large portions of Palanthas burned, blankets of fire belched oily, black smoke into the starless heavens.

Laurana joined the pleased god. She looked out the window and stared, she felt numb as she watched the death of Palanthas, a city she had once fought to protect. Sargonnas turned to regard the silent elf woman, he squeezed her bare, left buttock with a clawed hand. Laurana allowed Sargonnas to slip a scaled arm around her waist, she stared at the blazing fires and scenes of death, orange light reflected in her beautiful, wide eyes.

***

Crysania held the soft, velvet black robe shut while Dalamar guided her up the central staircase of the Tower of High Sorcery to the top. The dark elf opened an iron-bound door for the Daughter of Paladine, when she walked through he closed the door behind her.

Raistlin stood before a tall window and sipped wine as Palanthas burned. He glanced over his shoulder when Crysania entered, he motioned for the young woman to join him. Crysania crossed the room hesitantly, when she reached the window she followed the wizard's golden gaze, she put her hands to her mouth when she saw how much of the city was destroyed, flights of evil dragons blasting everything within reach with their deadly breath weapons.

"If you came to beg for the city, it would seem you are too late, Daughter of Paladine," observed Raistlin before he drained his fluted glass.

Tears filled Crysania's gray eyes, she looked up at the expressionless face of the Black-Robed wizard.

"You can still save Palanthas, can't you? You're the most powerful wizard in the world!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere, priestess," smirked Raistlin. "I serve Takhisis, remember? I killed my own brother so that the Dark Queen could manifest upon Krynn, why would I help you?"

Crysania sniffled and wiped away her tears, she met Raistlin's cold stare. "I can help you."

Raistlin raised an eyebrow. "Elistan gave you permission?"

"Yes, I will help you enter the Abyss if you save Palanthas and destroy the Dark Queen's forces."

Raistlin bored into Crysania's eyes with his own burning gold orbs, he nodded once.

"Very well, you swear upon Paladine to help me open the Portal to the Abyss?"

"Yes, I swear upon my god Paladine to help you," nodded Crysania gravely.

Raistlin left the illuminated window and walked to a work table. He opened an ornate steel box and withdrew a glowing orb that shifted from one color to another. The wizard retrieved his staff as he left the room, Crysania followed the mage up the winding stair to the very summit of the Tower of High Sorcery.

The Black-Robed mage was already casting a spell when Crysania emerged upon the Death Walk, the parapet that encircled the red dome of the Tower. Blue runes flared around the Death Walk, they shimmered faintly after Raistlin completed the warding. Raistlin clenched the Staff of Magius and muttered another incantation, the crystal orb atop the staff began glowing with a bright, white light, surrounding Raistlin in a silver nimbus of magic. Raistlin looked across the smoke-filled sky, he raised the orb before him, the artifact grew brighter, the lights buzzed within, snapping at the walls of the sphere angrily.

Crysania's lungs froze when she noticed that the attacking dragons stopped breathing upon Palanthas, they all stared at the Tower of High Sorcery, their reptilian eyes reflecting the dancing lights of the magical orb. The Daughter of Paladine screamed when all of the evil dragons wheeled in the hot air and made straight for the Tower, directly towards her and the orb-wielding mage. Serpentine maws opened, fire, lightning, and acid sizzled between razor sharp fangs as long as Crysania was tall. Crysania hid behind Raistlin, the wizard raised the Staff of Magius, chanting in a loud voice that matched the thundering wings of the attacking dragon swarm. Streams of fire poured onto the summit of the Tower, lightning snapped and crackled, a rain of acid sizzled and smoked in the air as it fell upon Raistlin and Crysania.

***

Paladine sailed over the black sea with wide, leathery, silver wings. The other ancient good dragons followed close to the silver god, their reptilian faces set with determination. Paladine was proud of his oldest children, they risked lives that had spanned centuries to help him save Palanthas, Ansalon, and ultimately Krynn from the dark grasp of Takhisis.

The glow of the dying city filled Paladine's sad, blue eyes. He could feel the evil miasma of the goddess, she was close, admiring her handiwork.

"We destroy the Dark Queen's forces here or die trying, let the humans remember that we died with courage and honor!" roared Paladine.

The ancient dragons roared defiantly, they flapped their enormous wings and ascended into the veiled sky before diving towards Palanthas.

Paladine flew over the city's wide harbor. He glanced at a large cluster of evil dragons, they spun and breathed upon a single tower of ebony. The dragons' destructive breath was repelled by a shield of powerful azure magic, violet lightning bolts snapped from the tower's domed roof, flicking red and black dragons out of the smoke-fogged air.

"Half of you engage the dragons around that tower, the rest follow me to the flying citadels!"

The flight of silver and gold dragons split over Palanthas. Paladine rode a hot thermal towards the two floating fortresses near the city's main gates. The younger and faster silver dragons dove ahead of Paladine, breathing green fire onto the flying citadels' battlements, immolating the draconians defending the parapets. The oldest gold dragon tilted down towards the milling dragonarmies, he poured golden fire along the length of the city wall, reducing the goblins, draconians, and humans attacking the barrier to smoking ash. The armies collapsed into chaos, the huge gold and two younger golds hurled more fire over the screaming dark warriors, vaporizing hundreds in a flash.

One of the flying citadels broke away to the east. Paladine ignored the fleeing fortress, Takhisis hid in the remaining citadel. Opening his huge, fanged mouth wide, Paladine blasted the lingering flying citadel with silver flame. Waves of fire washed over the castle, draconians writhed in the searing flames, stone cracked and melted like hot wax. Paladine blasted the citadel again, ripping deep into the fortress's heart. The flying citadel shuddered and began to fall, black smoke pouring from the shattered castle.

Lightning and acid gushed onto Paladine's silver-scaled chest. The god roared in agony as Takhisis abandoned the ruined citadel just before it smashed upon the fleeing dragonarmy, killing scores of soldiers as it shattered to pieces from the powerful impact. Takhisis screamed shrilly from her five dragon heads, she spat more lightning and acid from her blue and black heads, dark, leathery wings raked the thick air as she lunged at the wounded god.

Paladine breathed silver fire at the Dark Queen, Takhisis howled when the burning flame blasted away her blue and red heads. Takhisis crashed into Paladine, the deities struggled in the sky, snapping and clawing at each other, the Dark Queen breathing green poison gas into Paladine's reptilian face. Weakened by the poison burning in his nostrils, Paladine was helpless when Takhisis bit deep into his long neck with her black and white heads. Paladine strained to remain airborne, he dug his front claws into the Dark Queen's red-scaled breast, he tore away chunks of bleeding flesh, Takhisis screamed from the pain. Snarling, spinning in the air, Takhisis breathed acid into Paladine's neck wound. Paladine roared as acid melted away his breast scales and poured into his bloodstream. Paladine punched his right claw into the Dark Queen's chest, hot, black blood poured over his silver arm, he dug through her flesh, searching for her foul heart. Takhisis opened all of her mouths and poured more acid, poison, and killing frost onto the weakening god.

Both deities were falling from the black sky. When Takhisis breathed a thick stream of smoking acid into Paladine's face, the silver dragon-god found the Dark Queen's beating heart. With a blood-spurting wrench of his arm, Paladine ripped free the goddess's black heart. Takhisis shrieked, her voice reverberated across the corpse-strewn battlefield and over the burning city. The deities crashed to the ground, an earthquake shook the earth for miles, dust blasted into the smoky air.

The dust and hurled earth settled. Paladine and Takhisis lay entwined together, their blood mingling, their ruined bodies smoking and sizzling. Silence cloaked the battlefield before Palanthas, the dragonarmy was broken, its remnants hiding in the nearby mountains.

The white marble buildings of Palanthas were blackened and shattered to dust. Fires continued to burn, pillars of smoke billowed above the city. The Tower of High Sorcery remained, it stood defiantly, wreathed in fog, its obsidian walls cracked but holding. Dragons no longer flew the skies, their bodies littered the city, surrounded by crushed homes and the tiny corpses of humans.

*****

Epilogue

Laurana watched the mountains recede. The wind above the mountains was chill and strong, Laurana's golden hair snapped behind her, she clutched a battlement of the retreating flying citadel, her sharp, green eyes staring at the red glow that haloed the mountain tops. Laurana left the battlement and followed the winding parapet to where Sargonnas stood, hands clasped behind his back, ebony hair flying as he watched the sun rise. The sun's golden rays melted away the gray clouds, the sky turned to warm copper. Laurana stood close to Sargonnas, he looked down at her when she enfolded his waist with one of her slim arms.

"My new queen," murmured Sargonnas, caressing Laurana's lower lip with the tip of one dark claw.

Laurana smiled, and tilted her face up so the evil god could kiss her warm mouth.

***

Crysania extended a trembling, white arm. The dragons framing the Portal to the Abyss hissed and writhed around the glowing, silver gateway. A red dragon head snaked out and wrapped around Crysania's right arm, its scales were cool and slick as they caressed the young woman's soft flesh. The dragon bit into Crysania's forearm, it drank greedily. Crysania nearly fainted when the dragon released her arm and rejoined its brothers circling the radiant Portal. Crysania teetered backwards, before she fell Raistlin caught her, his arm was firm around her slender waist. He didn't move when she leaned against him, her nostrils filled with the scents of the herbs and spell components the Black-Robed mage always carried.

"The Dark Queen's realm is mine. Come with me, Crysania," whispered Raistlin into the back of Crysania's pale neck. 

The wizard's warm breath caressed Crysania's ivory skin, she trembled with pleasure and desire. When Raistlin offered Crysania his golden hand at the threshold of the Portal, the beautiful, young woman smiled and placed her fingers over the mage's. Together, Raistlin and Crysania were swallowed by the bright, silver Portal to the Abyss.

***

Mishakal walked across the blood-stained battlefield, a beacon of radiant, blue light. Azure hair fluttered behind the slender goddess, she wore a diaphanous gown that opened at the sides to reveal luscious legs and milky thighs. Mishakal's wide nipples pressed against her filmy, sapphire dress, she looked past her rounded breasts at the broken bodies that littered the gore-drenched earth like broken dolls. Crystal tears filled the goddess's brilliant eyes, everyone was dead, the humans, the goblins and draconians, even the ancient dragons were beyond her healing touch.

The goddess of healing frowned when she noticed the hunched figure standing over one of the dead human soldiers. The figure was dressed in a frayed, black cloak that hung heavily over his thin frame. The cloak's wide cowl covered the man's head, he held out a skeletal hand, drawing a stream of life essence from the motionless corpse. The cloaked stranger turned when Mishakal approached, a bleached skull leered at the buxom goddess.

"Chemosh! I should have known you would get here first, like some gruesome vulture!"

"The feeding is very good today, sweet one!" hissed the god of death. "The dragons are especially tasty, they escaped me for a long time, but now they're finally all mine!"

"Disgusting creature!" scowled Mishakal, backing away when Chemosh tried to stroke one of her bare, azure thighs with fleshless fingers.

Chemosh cackled and licked his yellow teeth with a slimy, black tongue. "You are too late, sweet one! I have taken them all! The delicious smell of death and rot is all around us!"

Mishakal raised her graceful, blue arms to her heavy breasts, she quickly looked away from the cackling god, confirming his raving. The battlefield was indeed cloaked with death, its reek filled the foggy air. The glowing goddess ascended into the coppery morning sky. Chemosh tilted his skull face to look up the goddess's silky gown, he leered and licked his sharp, discolored teeth a second time. When Mishakal was gone, the god of death returned to his grim harvest, collecting the dying embers of life from the bountiful field around him.

The End.