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Tania's Desire

"If you really wanted it, I would let you try." Tania Fawntani heard the dragon's deep voice echoing with jovial amusement in her mind as she lay in bed. A slender fox tail swished around as she tossed restlessly in the silk bedsheets. It had only been a week since her return to the kingdom, but the thoughts of that dragon came back to her each night she entered and locked her bedchambers. This night was no different, and now she began to wonder if she would always feel this way.

The cool summer air was breezing through the elegant drapes of the broad stone windows. Tania wistfully sighed and sat up, pulling back the curtain of her bed to gaze out into the cloudless, starry night. Tania's tower was isolated, and serene, far from the smells and noise of the city in the valley far below the castle. The view outside this window offered a stunning starlit sky and distant mountaintops. Somewhere in that direction, lied Ragathraxathar's lair. The lair of the dragon that saved her life.

Rising from the bed, Tania approached the window, her loose nightgown draping from her body as she moved with lithe vulpine grace. She was six foot two, unusually tall for a fox, with sensual, slender curves. The gown, made from the finest blue fabrics and shimmering with a silvery sheen, exposed and accentuated her midriff and breasts, letting her natural sensual appearance through more easily than sheer nudity would've allowed. Tania gazed out the window at the farmlands in the distance.

Being the youngest princess in the large royal family, Tania was allowed little pleasure in life other than to be beautiful. During childhood, each of her brothers and sisters had been groomed to fulfil a role whose ultimate purpose was the maintenance of the glorious Fawntani Kingdom and the continuation of the Fawntani family line. Brothers filled positions of great import, the oldest prince in line to inherit the throne, younger siblings granted membership in the Silver Spire or in line to become a Knight of the Kingdom. Sisters had mixed fortunes; marriage to the sons of important fox families would go on to bear many sons. A couple less fortunate sisters were to be gifted as a concubine to a non-fox family's son, and wind up childless for their entire lives.

But Tania's role would be different from all of her siblings. In the end, every one of her siblings was still going to be in the Fawntani Kingdom and be able to visit the great stone castle housing the Royal Family. She was destined to be given as a concubine to the prince of the Estoki Kingdom. A naga prince, one she had never met in a kingdom she had never visited. Alone and childless, in a kingdom in a swamp on the other side of the mountains.

The two kingdoms had their occasional conflicts, although Tania cared little to educate herself about the deeper history behind such matters. Common folk in Fawntani told wild stories about naga abducting stray children or torturing helpless victims before swallowing them alive. Occasionally, the stories would culminate in the savage attack on an unfortunate naga in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Of course, Tania knew naga didn't do such things in Fawntani and probably didn't do them in Estoki either, but she still found naga unappealing. Knowing the history of their kingdoms would mean little, as her only function would be to service a creature she personally found revolting. Of course, she didn't hate naga, but the very prospect of servicing one sexually made her fur crawl.

Tania's gift would be an arranged gesture by the Fawntani family to quell a rift that had lasted for generations. From the moment of Tania's conception she was magically influenced to have green fur with black markings, an unusual coloration for foxes, but an attempt to match the heir to the Estoki throne that would one day posses her as a concubine. It wasn't guaranteed to be a match, but the exotic fur was assumed to be something that would be pleasing to a naga. Tania's long purple hair and eyes provided a striking contrast with her fur, an uncontrolled byproduct of the ritual that had bestowed her with the unusual colors and exceptional physique.

Tania didn't know when the time would come for her to be taken as a gift, but since she was by now of age, she knew that it wouldn't be long until her new home would overlook the swamps around the Estoki Kingdom. She sighed as she looked up into sky, scanning the twinkling starry night in vain for any sign of Ragathraxathar's great red wings. Her heart fluttered with delight when she thought of the prospect of her noble savior arriving at the castle to whisk her away in the dead of night.

Abruptly, Tania removed her nightgown and set it out on her bed. It had been a gift sent to her from the unseen naga prince, a successful effort to charm her. As it was one of the few joys allowed her, Tania did appreciate being beautiful and dressing in fine things. Although the nightgown was very nice, the fox woman felt a little uncomfortable wearing it tonight. Her eyes returned to the sky, and her fingers brushed against the cool stone edifice of the window as she leaned into the night breeze.

Tania breathed in the chill air, the soft breeze brushing over her exposed fur as her breasts hung out the window. She shuddered with memory, her eyes closing as she pictured the wonderful flight in the night sky on Raga's neck with her legs and arms clutching the muscular spine of the huge dragon. Flying through the air with casual grace and power, the heavy wing flaps. The wind rustling through her long hair as she rode the magnificent creature. The wind whipping through her fur as she felt the power of his wings bringing her sailing through the clouds.

Despite herself, Tania gingerly lifted her left hand from the stone window and brushed a fingertip along the cleft of her groin. The fox princess felt the soft heat inside her body flare up as she thought of that flight, her legs clasping firm, her nethers grinding softly on the firm, warm scales of that muscular, red draconic neck. The way each shift brushed innocently into her groin, yet her own awe and growing affection for the noble beast had made her turn that pleasant flight in the sky into the night of her first orgasm.

Tania Fawntani knew it was wrong, then and even now, but the thoughts of that night lingered with her every night afterwards and since her return. She knew she had a duty to be chaste, save herself for the naga prince's exclusive use, but her climax that night in the sky had been innocent enough. She had been fully clothed at the time and she was confident the dragon didn't even know what she had done while riding on his back in the sky. Still, ever since she had accepted the offer to go for a ride, her insides felt tingly and her nipples felt stiff whenever she thought about it. Naively, she had thought when she was away from Ragathraxathar, her urges would subside, but that appeared not to help. Finally, after a full week, she figured what was harmless once would just have to be harmless twice. She couldn't resist any longer.

The fox princess looked into the sky, hoping to glimpse the shadow of the great dragon. Feeling confident nobody below would see her leaning from the window in the dim light of the waning quarter moon above, Tania braced her right arm on the window frame and leaned into the soft breeze of night. Her nipples stiffened as she felt the cool air blow across and between her lush breasts. Her left hand fingertip brushed upon her delicate virgin sex, careful not to disturb the folds, lest she ruin the evidence of her virginity.

Tania shuddered heavily, her spine arching as she imagined that night again. The fox brushed her fingertip along the line of her sex and traced along the edges of that firm nub at the peak. A spark of oily heat tingled upon her flesh as she gasped, imagining riding along Ragathraxathar's strong neck whilst naked, grinding herself delicately upon the scale with her exposed, tingling flesh. The mounds of her breasts rubbing against warm hide as her nipples brushed gently across the surface.

In an effort to mimic the desired sensation, Tania widened her stance and brushed the palm of her left hand against the cleft of her mound softly. She shuddered with instantaneous sensation and arched her spine, fighting the urge to moan. Although she had the tower to herself, and it was rather high up, sound could still carry in the night air. She had to be careful. Here, the whistling of the wind couldn't mask the pleasured moans she had let escape that fateful night. The second orgasm of her life would have to be much quieter.

Tania bit her lower lip softly and shuddered while rubbing gently with her hand, leaning back slightly to press the plump curves of her breasts on the cool, smooth stone of the window. Electric bolts of bliss shot through her front as she brushed her flat belly over the cool surface, her right arm leaning in the window frame as she closed her eyes, picturing laying on that long, sinuous neck.

Waves of rolling pleasure crept along Tania's nerves, as she slid back and pressed her front along the ancient smooth stone, her left palm still diligently grinding along her groin. The soft breeze brushed through her flowing purple hair as she brought her breasts into firm contact on the cool surface. Her hard nipples felt an instant cool burst of bliss as she involuntarily cried out.

Tania bit her lip again and opened her eyes wide, lifting her nipples from the cool stone that had sparked that burst of bliss in her front, caught between her desire to continue, and alarm at the prospect of being caught. She panted softly, staring out into the courtyard, the only sounds of the night the distant din of the city far below her, the crickets chirping and the usual din of chatter coming from the guards posted on the castle walls. The fox pressed her hips on her hand as she stroked along the now slightly damp edges of her sex, her fingertip tracing very delicately upon the sensitive nub at the peak of her feminine sex.

The soft, continual pleasure, too alluring to quit before climax, lured Tania into resuming action. Rubbing softly along the edges of her clitoris with a fingertip sent sparks of wet heat spilling inside her. She closed her eyes again, picturing Ragathraxathar's neck under her, her legs clasping the sides as she brought her breasts down, tensing with a stunning bliss spilling through her front as she contacted the cool stone with both nipples.

Tania gasped again, unsure of her own volume, and held there, nipples barely in contact with the stone, feeling the shuddering force of an orgasm spill through her insides as muscles tensed hard around a length that wasn't in her. She pushed the palm of her hand smoothly between her legs, and rubbed back and forth, eager for extra sensation to draw out the heavenly joy.

The fox curled and swayed her tail behind her as she struggled to maintain her relative silence, her body swaying as she rocked against the palm of her left hand. She firmly clenched her eyes and bit her lip, picturing the dragon beneath her, pressing against his warm neck scales. Passionately screaming her bliss into the night air as the wind whipped through her green and black fur. Her long, beautiful purple hair flowing behind her in the clouds.

The virgin princess shuddered, grinding her palm against her groin firmly as the last electric spasms of orgasm spilled through her. Her spine had arched up, breasts high and jiggling in the cool night air as she eagerly rocked her body against the palm of her left hand in mindless lust. Her mind lingered over Ragathraxathar's strong body, bright colors swirling down the length of his body, streaks of yellows and oranges accenting with the base red in a wonderful hue she learned to admire. The princess tickled along her clitoris, feeling the radiance of her orgasm still ricocheting throughout her nerves in glorious sensation.

Tania opened her eyes, panting softly, her bosom still pressing softly against the stone as she felt the delicate spires of wet pleasure and desire tingle within. She held there, reluctant to stop, basking in the lingering pleasures of her deep joy for a moment. Her left hand stroked along her inner thighs with a brush of her fingertips, producing an involuntary shudder in response. She had to stop herself before, on Ragathraxathar's neck, as she could've been caught, but now she had time to enjoy herself.

Her nerves still crying out with wet need, Tania knew she couldn't stop yet. Envisioning the draconic, muscled neck again, Tania pressed her breasts into the cool, smooth stone. A rush of excitement spilling through her nerves as she leaned against the stone with force, her legs spread wide while her left palm rubbing faster between her thighs.

Still, that burning, wet ache grew inside the fox princess, tempting her fingertip to tickle and explore at the inner edges of her virgin labial folds. An insatiable desire to pierce deeper overtook her, and she tenderly brushed barely between her lips with the absolute tip of her finger. "Oh.. Ragath..." She whispered to herself in a gentle moan as she envisioned the dragon pressing delicately between her legs with a single huge fingertip.

Ragathraxathar was big, the size of a modest stone dwelling; a fingertip was as big as her thigh. But the imagery, the burning thoughts of desire, were just too tempting to deny any longer. Tania whimpered softly, stroking along the edges of her sex as her arousal moistened her fingertip, then delicately pressed inside with a low moan. Her mind rocked with bliss from the sensation as she lingered her finger a moment with the shallow penetration.

Arching her spine with pleasure, Tania lifted her head up high and ground her breasts into the smooth stone with all her weight. Rocking her body back and forth, her nipples brushed back and forth against the stone pleasantly. Her right hand knotted into a tight grip on the stone window as she bucked her hips heavily into the probing finger of her left hand. The virginal state of her body strained as she cried out again; grinding her thumb into her clitoris as her fingertip probed carelessly against that inner proof of chastity. Her thoughts so lost in glowing lust, she didn't care she was risking her sole purpose.

Burning thoughts trickled through the Fawntani princess's mind, shivering with excitement as she recalled a portion of her final day with Ragathraxathar. The conversation that so frequently ran through her mind as she laid awake every night, every indelible word singed in her memory.

"But then why did you save me from the bandits?" Tania had asked.

"I saw what was happening. If I hadn't done something, I would have been responsible for everything that happened to you from that point on."

"I..." Tania recalled the surging flush of embarrassment as she had stammered. "I thought you took me because you wanted... Companionship."

Ragathraxathar smiled. "Well, it's certainly been nice getting to know you in the past few weeks."

"I mean, you've been so nice, I thought that meant that you eventually wanted to..." Tania trailed off and nervously swallowed as Ragathraxathar studied her face with his large yellow eyes. "You know..."

Ragathraxathar's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Oh! I wouldn't dream of asking you to do such things! For one thing, there's too great a difference in our sizes for that to work for either of us."

"I didn't think you would ask, I just thought maybe... You wanted me to eventually ask you, wh-" She caught herself. "If I wanted to try you inside me as a lover."

Ragathraxathar chuckled in a deep tone. "If you really wanted it, I would let you try."

Flicking her tail hard from side to side and gasping deeply, Tania pressed beyond that inner barrier as she thought about the conversation. It briefly stung, but her growing lust tingled all throughout her flesh as she contemplated taking the dragon as a lover. The deepest sensation yet spilling through her core while thrusting her fingertip as far as it could go, wriggling it around as her depths clenched with reflexive bliss.

Of course Ragathraxathar was right. His smallest finger wouldn't have fit inside her body, let alone his male shaft. Despite that, Tania couldn't get his strong, graceful body to leave her mind. She wondered at his penis, its appearance, and the idea of it drove her even wilder. Pulling her right hand away from the windowsill to fondle a breast firmly as her left thrust in and out, her thumb flicking over her clitoris, emitting a loud, wet moan in the process.

The princess's beautiful body, writhing in the heated climactic joy shuddered on the verge of collapse, legs quivering as they strained to keep her upright. Her muscles straining as her mind raced in wonderful bliss, her tightness clenching hard over her probing digit and making it more difficult to thrust. If she couldn't take his penis inside, she could rub her body against it, like she had ridden the dragon's graceful neck. And she wanted so badly to do that.

A great need, tingling and wet within her, drew Tania to pull her finger out and press a second in alongside it, her folds straining firmly with the added width. Another heated, lusty moan overtook her mind as she felt the fullness, the tightness almost too intense to handle as her two fingers were barely able to probe into her confined, clenching folds.

"Ragath... Oh! Ragath!" She lustily moaned into the cool night air as she lifted her head up to gaze at the stars above, not caring if she was caught in the throes of forbidden lust. "I... I want you, Ragath!" The strain of the added finger on her interior felt so thick, but so blissfully tight as her muscles quivered. "I... I want you, Ragathraxathar..." She gasped, the stretching full pleasure grinding deeper as she forced her fingers to penetrate just a little further.

Explosive bliss ricocheted throughout the vixen's body as another orgasm spilled through her tingling nerve endings. Everything a heavenly symphony, her racing heart and her breath filled with the rich, blossoming sensations in her deepest places. Shuddering, lusting gasps as her legs gave out, falling to her knees before the window, her right arm squeezing her breast hard as a trickle of surging wetness flowed over her hand.

Tania knelt there, stunned, her hand shaking as she struggled to keep probing just a little deeper, new wracking orgasms spilling through her as she strained her sensitive sex with firm pressure. She gasped heavily, listening to the distant calls of the guards as they rustled to activity in the courtyard. They had heard her moaning, but she didn't care; she would tell them a nightmare had awakened her in the night.

All Tania cared for now, was that one day, she would see Ragathraxathar again. And next time, she would offer her body to him, confess her feelings and beg for the opportunity satisfy his desires. As her wet fingers slipped out, she contemplated the work it would take her to please the dragon's penis. The dragon was undoubtedly much, much bigger than her two fingers, but she loved how wonderful the exotic fullness had felt. The vixen decided she would work at it every night she spent alone, and get herself as close as possible.

Tania Fawntani would figure out how to visit Ragathraxathar again, and when she did, she would satisfy him, somehow.