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The Bandit Dragon Thief

“P-please... s-stop... r-release me, and I-I promise you, I wo--”

“Shut the fuck up! Gods. You damned highborns really can't keep yer traps shut, can ya?”

Titans Valley. When its name is uttered, you'd see shudders travel through the bodies of adventurers of all kinds. Be they newbie or veteran, strong or weak, smart or stupid; all understood the danger Titans Valley poses. To some, it was just another desert; a sandy wasteland like any other sandy wasteland that dots the surface of the world. Why is it so different from, say, Gritar desert, or Jyotisha? Simple.

Titans Valley was lawless.

A word like that can sometimes be used so often that it loses its meaning. What does it mean to be 'lawless'? The Formlav Marshlands are often described as being lawless, but that's just an excuse the Formlavian government uses in order to enforce their martial law upon its people. The Zerith Frostlands are called lawless to... but that place is so cold and so frigid that no sane person would live there, let alone enforce law.

So then what? What makes Titans Valley truly so 'lawless'? Because Titans Valley lacks law. Simple, yes? But when you hear 'lacks law', your mind cannot prepare you for just how devoid of morality this land is. There are no people who live in Titans Valley. There are no knights who defend it, there is no government that upholds law and order, there is no understanding of the word 'justice' in Titans Valley. So, here, yes, the words truly were apt.

Titans Valley was lawless.

The horror stories told of this desolate wasteland have filled the nightmares of even the most hardened of travelers. They tell tales of its sandy dunes that seem to stretch on at infinity, of its rocky buttes that stretch as high as towers, and of the sharp winds that can cut through flesh like glass. But no tales are as harrowing as those told of the people who live in Titans Valley.

They were outlaws of all kinds. From pretty criminals who think they can survive in such a horrid landscape, to truly dangerous and deranged individuals who don't even understand the word 'ethics'. From petty thieves and robbers, to murderers and rapists; Titans Valley plays home to these individuals, and plays host to their crimes as well. And with the hundreds of rocky outposts, caves and tunnels that dot the desert, they had no lack of locations to carry out their vile operations.

Do not go to Titans Valley. Do not underestimate Titans Valley. Do not think that the stories are mere hyperbole and exaggeration. For if you do, you will end up like the many, many, many poor fools who enter this desert for any number of reasons. Only those truly lucky and skilled can escape it, with most ending up dead... or worse.

So if you must travel through Titans Valley, it is recommended that you simply don't. Take any other path, no matter how long it may take! Circle the valley and instead go through the Eyves Highlands. Or – better yet – take the Endura Express! Sure, you may spend several days on the steam engine, but it's better than trying to survive the impossible!

But if you absolutely must travel through Titans Pass – if it's truly a life or death situation, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance – then it is imperative that one takes the proper precautions to avoid something like... this.

Pain rumbled through his body; a pain he had never felt in his young life. He had read many stories of dashing rogues and the knights who attempt to capture them. He had watched various battles at his nation's arenas. He had studied the art and history of conflict within its academy's walls. But to experience these things first hand? That was new to him.

He never wanted to experience them again.

Remember that statement about the many, many, many poor fools who enter Titans Valley? What does it say of the poor fools who hire said poor fools for protection? Are they even poorer fools?

Now, look, they weren't complete fools. The more experienced members of their hired entourage were smart enough to know not to have their banners wavering in the wind, advertising them as high value targets. And yet, they weren't smart enough to realize that traveling through Titans Valley at all was an incredibly dumb thing to do. They paid the price for their ignorance, if their deceased corpses weren't obvious enough.

Their plan was to travel down the southern plains of Titans Valley, where they'd arrive at their destination: a village named Tance. A small town, it was under the jurisdiction of Reiss; one of the nations that borders Titans Valley. They planned to arrive at Tance, where they would then be free to gain Reiss' knights as protection, and return their banners to where they belonged.

They just needed to get through Titans Valley. So why? How? How did it come to this?

It appeared in a flash. A few arrows here, some gunshots there. The hired men they had to protect them were slaughtered in a matter of seconds. That left their carriage, stuck in the center of the road with no protection. His father exited first, telling him to stay put. And then...

Ah...

He was a young man. It was just a few months ago that he turned eighteen in fact. There were celebrations and parties thrown throughout his land. The crown prince of Nilvala, having finally become an adult as per his people's traditions. For the newly formed nation, it was a momentous occasion, one that would be recorded in the history books for generations to come.

But would he even survive to see those books be written? Would he survive to lead them? Would he survive to see another day? Questions he could have easily answered 'yes' to mere hours ago. But now? Now he wasn't so sure.

He was a refined young man, his skin a darker complexion, his eyes a blue, and his hair a snow white. Graceful and athletic as well, he had a figure that – while not big and burly – was remarkable and spry. And with his clothing, he carried with himself this elevated status and regal style that made all know his position in life.

Just earlier that day, he was wearing his opulent robes, being white, blue, and black; the colors of his nation. Now they were gone, having been stripped – if not outright ripped – off of his body, leaving him in nothing but his trunks, and this drab shawl for protection against the elements. As for 'jewelry' his wrists and ankles were bound in chains that made it difficult to move. His flesh was marred in cuts and bruises, some of which had split to show blood. And even though he showed no resistance to their attacks outside of attempts to defend himself, his captors had no qualms abusing him every now and then for their own sadistic thrills.

Such as now...

Kick!

“Ah!?”

A sudden boot to his back and he was knocked upon his hands and knees, the hard rocks and sands of the valley digging into his flesh. Whimpering slightly, he tried to push himself against the ground, but he felt another boot to his back, pushing and pinning him to the ground.

“What's wrong, princely?” said the man at his back, “I thought you royal types were all arrogant and prideful. Yer not lookin' too prideful now, ain't ya?”

“By the gods, Fev, leave the kid alone,” another one of the men groaned, “At least wait 'till we get to the cave before ya start playin' with 'em. Ya know the boss'll get pissy if we take too long. Besides, he's our special guest; he owns

“Yeah, yeah...”

The boss? Playing with him? What did that mean? Those questions raced through the prince's head, creating horrific nightmare sequences that played out in his mind. Trembling, the young prince opened his mouth to say a word, to defend himself somehow, to beg for his life one last time. But when he gazed up, he saw not people whom he could argue with, and instead beasts.

There were five men surrounding him, all of which were the biggest, burliest, and surliest looking sonsofbitches that wouldn't look out of place in the dirtiest, slimiest pub in the dirtiest, slimiest city. They towered over their captured prey, glaring down upon him less like he was a living being, and more like an object. Something they could ascribe value to, and then discard when need be. And when the young prince looked back up at them, he whimpered in response.

Not once in his entire life has he ever felt so weak before.

“It's gonna get cold soon...” mumbled one of the men, “Let's get to the cave before... uh?”

It was the laugh they heard first. This powerful, sadistic, damn-near malevolent sound that was enough to make a person's blood turn cold. The young prince had never heard a demon before, but if there was a sound he would ascribe to one, it was that laugh.

“RAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“What? WHAT!?” one of the men shouted, “What the fuck is she doing here!?”

“Just shut the hell up and get moving!” another man shouted, “Before she--” SWOOOOOSH! “Gets... here...?”

What came next was the howling of wind; like a high-powered train from Ash Kingdom barreling down a track towards its destination. It was so loud and so strong, that two of the five men were blown off their feet... and the young prince was sent rolling towards a nearby rocky wall.

“DAMMIT! SHE'S FUCKING TOYING WITH US!” one of the men shouted as he pointed his pistol to the sky, firing it off, “SHOW YOURSELF, YOU BITCH!” BANG! BANG! “BE A FUCKIN' MAN AND--” Gloooooooooooooooooooommm... “Come... out...?”

At last, there came the darkness. The sun was setting – its fading rays painting the skies in various shades of reds, oranges and yellows. But here, now, it was as if a cloud had descended upon the horizon, blocking out the sun, and casting them in naught by shadows.

But they looked up towards the sun, and they saw not a cloud. No... it was a pair of wings. The wings of some beast bloated out the sun! And that beast was beginning to descend at incredible speeds.

It was a jet-black blur: a rush of seemingly phantasmal speed that moved as quickly and as gracefully as the wind. No warning; this black blur blitzed down towards the ground, striking one of the men with so much speed and force, that the lumbering oaf was tossed yards away and slammed into a nearby rock. Before the other men could scream or fire their guns, the black beast performed a vaulting maneuver in midair, spinning around with such speed that the guard nearly broke his own neck trying to keep up with it. The next thing he knew, he felt the powerful talons of its feet clinch down upon his shoulders, where he was swiftly flown into the skies...

“AAAAAAHAHHHAAHA!?!?!?!?”

And promptly dropped down...

CRAAACK!!!

Was he dead from that fall? Maybe. Did the beast care? Not really.

The other men fired at the black beast, their bullets darting left and right in various angles. But it was just as graceful as it was large, easily capable of dodging each bullet while spiraling through the air. One of the men caught its gaze, as he aimed down the iron sights of his gun to try and shoot it. But in that moment – brief though it was – he saw a silver glint of one of its claws.

That was the only warning he would get.

SHWING!

The man fell to the ground with a loud 'Thud'.

His head fell to the ground shortly after...

That left only two men left, who both watched as the black beast came to a halt midair. Its wings spread out wide, the creature spun around to face their targets, while the setting sun illuminated it in all of its glory.

Wait... it? No. Not 'it'. Her.

Flap... Flap...

She hovered above the ground; a monolith of muscle, of power... of scales. She loomed over everyone – over all things – in this area, being this pillar of power that made the air quiver with each flap of her wing. And when she landed upon the ground...

Ggbbbbmmmmbbblle...

Even it trembled, as if struggling to support the titanic woman who stood upon it. Ah. Woman. He called her a woman. She looked like a woman. But she wasn't 100% human. At the very least, she wasn't 100% human.

She had tanned flesh that laid upon her muscular and athletic form. But towards the elbows of her arms, she had... scales. A pitch-black series of scales adorned her body like ebony armor that was attached to her flesh. Likewise for her legs, which from her knees down to her feet, were clad in scales that from afar you could confuse as armored boots.

Musculature raced along her voluptuous and powerful form, being defined enough even from the distance. And her stomach? Her stomach. It was laden with a series of abs that looked strong enough to rebuff even the strongest of attacks.

This is what the young prince could see from his distance as he hid behind a waist-high rock, for the woman gave a powerful flap with her wicked wings. Rocks and sand were tossed up by the mighty gust, which blew the last two men away, causing one to stumble, and the other to stagger.

“Fuck this!” shouted one of them, “I ain't dealing with Ursula! I'm getting out of here!”

“WHAT!? Like hell!” shouted the other man as he watched his partner bolt in the opposite direction, “Berky, get your ass back--” Swooosh! “Here?”

That woman sped past as a black blur, knocking the man off of his feet. Falling to the ground, he watched as that black blur darted in the air... and then fell upon his escaping ally, flattening him beneath her powerful form. She then slowly straightened up, while her last enemy slowly worked himself to his feet. He had just enough time to raise his gun, before--

Swooosh!

In that instant, he saw her face. Her spiky blonde hair that fanned at the back of her head, and the single bang of hair that fell along her face. The spiked horns that curved to the back of her head. The pointed ears that could hear for miles around. And those powerful, piercing, primal red eyes.

Grab!

“Ack!?”

With ease, the monolith woman grabbed him by the collar of his dusty clothes, and lifted him in the air with one arm alone. He glared down upon her, attempting to wheel his pistol over, only for his gun to be 'Smacked!' from his hand by her tail. Gripping her wrists, he shook and kicked, attempting to work himself from her grasp, but--

“Rahahahahahaha!”

Her laughter caused his fighting to stop.

“You arrogant... bitch!” the man shouted whilst kicking at her, “Why the fuck are ya even here!?We don't got nothing you'd want!”

“Cuz I heard from a little birdie that you and your gang just came into possession of a rich treasure,” the woman replied, her voice just as brash and carnal as her looks, “Mind sharin' with me where that treasure is? 'Specially since you're in my neck of the woods?”

“Tch! To hell with you!”

He continued to struggle against her mighty grasp, while she chuckled in a sadistic manner. Tail slowly rising up behind her, he watched as an eerie, grayish-blue flame emerged at the tip. This flame would start to surge along her tail, rushing all the way towards the base. Sweat appearing upon his brow, not only could the thug feel the air around them jump up a few degrees, he also watched as a bright purple light began bubbling at the back of her throat.

“You first~”

Fwwooooooooooooooooossh!

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!?”

Eyes wide and mouth agape, the young prince watched as from the woman's gaping maw flowed out a jet-stream of purple fire. It doused his would-be kidnapper, setting him ablaze while his painful screams pierced the air. But it would not last long, as his entire body turned a charred black color. And when the woman gave a sudden clinch...

“Hmph!”

The man crumbled into pieces as nothing more than ashes in the wind. In a matter of minutes – if not seconds – the young prince's captors were all slain, reduced to corpses on the ground. And when she was finished, the woman stood there, her head tilting one way to the other as she cracked bones in her neck... before turning to face the cowering aristocrat in the distance.

“Ah?” Swoosh! “AAHH!?”

“Heya, cutie~” whispered the woman, her wings spread out wide as if to flaunt her impressive wingspan, “Watcha doin' here? Geh heh heh~”

The young prince sat there, his mouth agape and eyes wide as he gazed upon the monolithic woman standing before him. Now that she was close, he could more accurately see what she looked like... and just how big she was. The young prince wasn't the tallest person around, but even the mightiest of men he knew would be dwarfed by this woman's stature. From her wide shoulders to her wide waist, the only area of her body one could call 'small' was her narrow waist!

Something else big about her? Her breasts.

Her chest was incredibly busty. A huge set of heaving tits that swelled with each deep breath she took. And it's not like she was hiding her bust size, for all she wore on her chest were bandages. That's all. No shirt, no bra; just dusty bandages. On her shoulders she wore what looked to be someone's burgundy-colored military jacket, only it had been split and torn in a variety of locations. Likewise for her matching pants, which had been torn and turned into a pair of shorts.

Her torn clothing (if you could even call this clothing) hid no aspect of her body from his view, and told him the exact woman she was. A brutal, carnal, criminal woman, one who could kill a man in an instant... and show no remorse in doing so.

And yet, there was an undeniable beauty to her. Maybe it was her size and how she loomed over him, or in how big her breasts were, which gave her statuesque body a lewd and voluptuous shape. But the young prince would blame it on her face. Her red eyes, her pointed nose, her thick eyelashes, her pointed chin... and the admittedly charming grin she wore on her face that flaunted her sharp teeth. Even the scar she had on her cheek added to her rugged appeal.

Reports varied on who – or even what – she was. Some people claimed she was a serpent, with no hands or feet. Others claimed she was some sort of vampiric force thanks to her capability to seemingly appear from out of nowhere. Most reports call her a dragon, which may have been the most outlandish claim. But the young prince saw none of that. He saw...

“You... saved me...?”

A savior.

“Save you? Me?” said the woman as she pulled back her hand and closed in her wings, “Grah hah hah! You make me laugh! I didn't save you...” she looked around, “I just heard these fuckwits had some treasure, and I wanted in...” she looked back at him, “Rescuing you was an afterthought.”

“What? But, I-! I--! Aahh!?”

The prince threw himself forward... only for the chains around his ankles to make him stumble over and fall. Landing on his chest, he groaned on the ground before bringing his gaze up to look the dragoness in the eye. She tilted her head at him, fists on her hips in a look of slight annoyance, before she placed her fingers on her chin in a thoughtful pose. Crouching down to be at eye level with the young prince, she 'Hmmed' and 'Hummed', before placing her hand on his shoulder, and easily forcing himself upon his knees.

By the gods. Even when she was crouching, she was like a living boulder due to her size!

“Who the hell are you cutie?” she asked, “Ya don't look like the usual dumb fucks who'd be hanging around in a place like this.”

“My name is--” said the prince, only to cut himself off.

Should he tell her? Should he tell her who he really was? While she was his savior – if inadvertent – she was also obviously a criminal. If he told her the truth about who he was, what's stopping her from kidnapping him as well?

“I... I don't know...” mumbled the young prince as he shrank in, “I... I'm not sure... if... if I...”

“Tch... really...?” the dragoness replied with a roll of her eyes, “Whatever. I gotta get outta here and find that treasure they were talking about. And unless you want to die from hypothermia, I recommend you run off. It gets cold as shit as nice.”

Flap-Flap!

Wings outstretched, the dragoness gave a powerful flap that blew the young prince away. Immediately, fear and horror pulsed through him. If she flew off and left him here, he was going to die; there was no arguing that! So before she could take off from the ground, he stretched his hands out for her and screamed out--

“W-wait!”

Immediately, her wings came to a halt. Fists on her hips, this smarmy grin sat on her face, as if he had fallen for her ploy. Had he fallen for a ploy? He wasn't sure; he just knew he was too frightened of being left alone to hold his words.

“I'm a prince!” he shouted, “I am Prince Milan of Nilvala! I was heading to Reiss with my father for political talks! But we took a trip through this land... I... Titans Valley, and we got attacked by those men, and--”

“Wait, wait, wait! Hold up!” said the dragoness as she placed her hand over his mouth, “You're saying a lot of stupid things really fast, kiddo. A prince? Nilvala? Don't you understand how insane this sounds?”

“Nmph... I know it's insane, b-but it's true,” said the young prince as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, “I... I am Prince Milan of Nilvala. And... I need your help, Miss... Miss...?”

“Miss? Miss?” repeated the dragoness, “If you are going to ask for my name you little princely little whelp, you best put some respect on my name!” pushing out her chest, the dragoness stood straight before Mila, this mighty grin adorning her savage lips, “I am the Bandit Dragon Thief! I am the Ebony Dragoness! I am the Terror of the Three Kingdoms! My name is Ursula!”

“Urs... ula...?” Milan repeated timidly, causing her boisterous stance to falter as an annoyed groan left her.

“Yes... my name is Ursula...” she said flatter, “Tch... you really are a prince; you don't understand how this is supposed to play out,” crouching down, she tilted her head at him, “You're supposed to cry out my name in awe and fear! Not this weak-ass... 'Urs... ula' you just said. Fuck!”

With a roll of her eyes, the dragoness turned around, letting Milan get an unfiltered view of her backside. He sat there, marveling at the impressive size of her wings, and the length of her tail. She however had her fingers on her chin and her hand on her hip in a thoughtful pose, while she ruminated on this information she just heard.

These men? These were Grey's men, of that, she was sure. And from what she heard, Grey was planning on performing a heist on some rich merchant caravan that would've been pushing through this area soon. She didn't know what riches were contained within said caravan, but being a dragon, did she really need to know? All dragons love priceless trinkets, be they gold, diamonds, even fabrics, it matters not. The rarer, the better!

But now she realized that the treasure Grey was hunting for wasn't just any treasure. The treasure was this young prince, who – if ransomed correctly – could probably get them enough money to retire several times over! Strange though; up until now, Ursula had never heard of a kingdom named 'Nilvala'.

Hmm...

Her thoughts were cut short as the shadows in the area grew longer and longer. In a matter of moments, the once cool air took a sharp decline, dropping by several degrees from a cool high 60, to the mid 50s. Turning, she gazed to the horizon, seeing that the sun was finishing setting, and the moon was beginning to glow. Which would mean...

“Ngghh...! Hgghgh! Hgghh!”

Between the injuries he suffered earlier, the high emotions and fear, the sweat that percolated on his form, and now the cold air descending upon them, was it any surprise that Milan began shivering? The sounds of his shudders echoed into the dragoness' ears, making them twitch, and causing her to turn and face him. Chained arms wrapped around himself, Milan attempted to stave off the cold by embracing himself... to little effect.

“Ugh... you're pathetic...” mumbled the dragoness as she turned and faced him, “I recommend you start moving, kid. If you get caught out here, you'll be buzzard food by sunrise...”

“Wh-what? Y-you're leaving me,” Milan replied as he stumbled forward, grabbing upon the hem of her shorts, “P-please, Miss Ursula, you must save me! I...! I won't survive out here with you?”

“Sorry kid, but I only fuck with merchants, not aristocrats, and definitely not royalty,” she shook her head, “Speakin' from experience here. Dealing with you royal types is a pain in the ass, and I'd rather not have a bunch of wanna-be knights and heroes comin' for my ass...”

“But, please...! Y-you're the only persona who I can trust, and--”

“Trust? Me? Rahahahahaha! That's the stupidest shit you could've said!”

Ursula leaned in, hovering her nose just an inch away from Milan's. The prince tensed up from the closeness they shared, staring at her piercing red eyes... before his gaze began to wander. With the way she was bent over, her huge, heaving, pendulous breasts swayed through the wind, and with only those bandages covering her, he could see how curvaceous and voluptuous they were. Milan's cheeks turned redder and redder with each passing second, and he eventually snapped his gaze back up towards her face.

Ursula was grinning, and her forked tongue slithered out of her mouth to lick upon her lips.

“P-please... Miss Ursula,” said Milan as he stumbled... before bending his head down before her, “I am in your debt. If you did not save me – even if not purposeful – I shudder to think where I would end up. I... I know it is selfish of me to ask more for your aid, but I beseech you. Please, help me find safety. If you do, I promise, I will make it worth your time.”

“Really...? And how will you do that?” asked Ursula as she crossed her arms beneath her chest.

“I am the prince of Nilvala. I am sure I can find some way to compensate you for your aid.”

“Hmmmm...”

Milan sat there, praying to his gods that Ursula would accept his plea. The cold chill of the air was creeping up his skin, and his mind was filled with thoughts of the many unfortunate ends he could meet out in this desolate wasteland. And yet, the dragoness appeared deep in thought, her eyes closed, her finger to her chin, and her other hand on her hip.

But then her tail slithered over. With predatory grace, it slipped and coiled around Milan's waist, where she then pulled him close to her body. Eyes wide, his cheek 'Smacked!' against her stomach, feeling her abs push back. Her body was so strong, it felt like he was laying up against bricks that were layered in flesh and blood!

Juuuuuuust enough. He pushed himself away from her body juuuuuuuuust enough so that he could gaze beyond her big breasts, and stare upon her face. She did likewise, looking down upon him with a curious look in her red eyes. Her gaze traveled upon his body, running from his desperate face down to his bare feet, as if appraising him.

And she must have found something she liked, for a wicked grin appeared on her face. A part of her was just going to leave him here to his own fate. She was only here for a treasure, after all. Buuuuuuuut...

Well... it had been a while~

“Geh heh heh... okay then,” said Ursula, “You wanna come with me? Fine. But you...” her tail coiled tighter around his body, giving him a squeeze that forced the air from his lungs, “If you end up lying to me, I don't care if you're a prince or not. You'll be just as dead as these guys around us, got it?”

“Nngh! Mm-hm!” Milan replied.

“Good...” she mumbled whilst releasing him with her tail, “Now get comfortable. It's going to be cold, so we'll retreat to my lair.”

“Y-your lair? N-no! We need to go to...”

Ursula spun like her head was on a swivel. With her face expressionless and her red eyes glaring at him, she caused Milan's blood to run cold.

“Okay... then... w-we go to... we go to your lair...”

“Good boy...”

Grab!

“Ah!?”

With ease, Ursula tugged Milan close, again flattening his body against hers. His eyes grew, his cheek pressed against her abs, and when he tried to speak a word, he was silenced by the sound of the dragoness' mighty wings. They flapped hard, sending out a mighty gust that blew sand and rocks away, and allowed her to take off into the sky.

Swooooosh!

“AAH!?”

A sudden sense of vertigo took over Prince Milan. In a matter of seconds, they went from being safely upon terra firma, to darting into the air faster than any bullet. His horrified cry split the air, while Ursula's arm tightened further around his chest, squeezing him close to her body so that he did not slip from her grasp. Her powerful claws even sank lightly into his flesh; not enough to puncture, but enough to put the squeeeezzzeee upon him.

With her wings outstretched, Ursula caught the wind upon her body, and easily began gliding through the air. Their sudden take off stabilized into a more controllable speed as they began drifting gracefully through the cold, night skies of Titans Valley. Eyes wide and mouth agape, Prince Milan gazed down upon the desert beneath them, watching as rocky buttes and sandy dunes flew by. There were even a few lit lanterns and fireplaces on the desert grounds; no doubt made by other criminals who called this hellhole their home.

“We're... so high up...” Milan muttered, to which Ursula scoffed.

“Well duh,” she replied, “I'm a fucking dragon. I can take off to the stratosphere if I want to...” a grin adorned her lips, “But if I did that, you'd probably die. Geh heh heh...”

Her chuckle – so strong and boisterous – sent a shudder through Milan's body. As best he could, he looked away from her breasts and towards her face, reading the grin she wore on her lips while her red eyes scouted the area before them. In all the world, he had never met a woman like her.

Their flight went on for what felt like minutes. Milan's gaze dropped back down to the ground, where a slight gasp escaped him. An oasis was nearby; its palm trees swaying softly while its water was no doubt chilled by the desert's night air. But while the oasis brought a sense of hope and optimism to the young man, his mouth gaped slightly at the structure sitting next to the oasis.

Titans Valley wasn't always a lawless land run by criminals and gangsters. In the past, ancient governments attempted to settle the desert landscape. To do that, they created a number of military outposts that dot the wasteland. While eroded by wind and weather, many of those outposts continue to stand to this very day. And in the distance – close to this oasis in fact – there was one such outpost.

Between rocky crags and sand dunes, there laid the black brick surface of an abandoned military outpost. Sand oozed through its nooks and crannies, and if one were to be casually traveling by, they probably wouldn't notice the structure. And it was this seemingly abandoned and worn structure that they flew towards.

Ursula darted down, increasing her speed as she blitzed towards the weathered base like a bullet. Gasping, Milan clung to her arm tight in fear as they hovered mere feet above the ground. If the dragoness' flying was even a little bit off, he'd be scraped against the ground like a fly being splattered upon the surface of a speeding carriage. But Ursula's control over herself was so precise, so strict, that Milan was always juuuuuust on the edge of suffering some horrible injury, while remaining perfectly safe.

Approaching the derelict outpost, Ursula finally opened her wings up, causing them to steadily decelerate. Slowing down to a tepid hover, the dragoness finally landed on the ground... where she dropped Milan from her arms.

“Oof!?”

“C'mon! Get going, princely,” said Ursula in a teasing manner as she began walking forward.

“I... ngh...! I'm coming...!”

He may have been a prince – and she may have been saving him – but the Bandit Dragon Thief wasn't going to spare him any kindness.

Struggling up to his feet, the Prince of Nilvala followed behind Ursula. Before them was a crumbling doorway that led into the fortress proper. It once had a majestic gatehouse, but decades – if not centuries – of erosion had marred it down to rust and crumbling steel. The dragoness casually walked into the tunnel, while Milan struggled to move forward. His feet and wrists were still bound in chains...

They entered into the gatehouse, with Ursula walking on, and Milan pausing to gaze at his surroundings. In the past, this military base was no doubt well-staffed and valiant; capable of rebuffing the strongest of attacks, and forging cadets into veteran knights. But now – after generations of disuse and abandonment to this hellish desert – the base had crumbled into an unrecognizable state. There was trash and refuse in all directions, with crumbled furniture, torn rugs and tapestry, and even rusted weapons; all left abandoned to time. It was all so decayed and eroded, that Milan couldn't see who owned this outpost when it was made... or if that country even still existed.

“This way, princely,” said Ursula as she walked down the hall unimpeded.

“Y-yes... ngh...!”

Dragging himself forward, Milan stopped scanning their surroundings, and instead focused his gaze upon the woman who saved him. Ursula was the so-called 'Bandit Dragon Thief', and that was just one of the many titles she was proud of.

Who could be proud of being a criminal? Milan pondered that to himself... while his eyes began to wander.

It was stated before, but it begs repeating; Ursula was tall. She stood so tall, her horns nearly scraped the ceiling above them! In fact, as Milan looked up to the roof above their head, he could see lines scraped into them. Perhaps she has accidentally scraped her horns upon them during her times walking through this cavern.

His gaze then traveled back down towards her tail, watching as it slithered through the air like a living snake all its own. It was so long and thick, yet Ursula could use it to easily coil around a person, as she had proven earlier with himself. And yet, it appeared so much longer than it was in reality with the way it could extend. Was this another unique aspect of dragon physiology?

Milan's gaze continued traveling, guiding all the way up her tail towards where it was attached to. That being – of course – her butt. Her wide, shapely, big butt. A butt that was clad in only those torn shorts which clung tight to the curves of her body.

Milan was used to the ornate robes of the women in his estate. Nilvala was a tropical land of beaches and sun, yet the woman still wore clothing that could be conservative. They showed skin, yes, but not too much skin.

The same could not be said for Ursula. With her torn clothing and the bandages that covered her busty chest, it must have been by the grace of the gods that her clothes weren't blown off her body whenever she took off flying!

“Something caught your eye, princely?” the dragoness suddenly said, snapping Milan from his thoughts.

“N-no! I was just... um...” he muttered, his cheeks turning red as he gazed around in circles, “I was just... uh... l-looking at this base... um... is... is this your home? You're, uh... lair?”

“Tch. Your teachers must not be the best if you're only now coming to that realization,” Ursula remarked as she came to a stop at a curtain, “Don't touch anything by the way. I haven't deactivated all the traps in here yet.”

“T-traps...?” Milan repeated while Ursula pulled open the curtains before her.

On the other end was a bright glowing light. It took the young prince a second or two to steel himself... before he stepped forward. The curtain parted around him, and he entered into a wide chamber that must have been this military outpost's training hall in the past. Now, however, it was Ursula's vault.

Gold. Sooooo much gold! It was collected upon itself – mounds of glittering gold and shimmering diamonds that were bright enough to light up the night sky! But not just gold! There were pieces of furniture here and there, priceless fabrics contained in bins, portraits haphazardly strewn all over the place, and entire caravans worth of goods leaning beside one another. And it was all lit by eerie purple candles which were placed around the room.

Milan's jaw dropped at the collection of wealth before him. This was something that was amassed through years of hard (and illegal) work! Did Ursula steal all of this? And if she did, then what could he possibly offer her that she didn't have herself? Suddenly, his reward seemed almost impotent.

“Fuaaah!”

Clang!

Arms outstretched, Ursula fell face first into a mound of gold coins. Milan watched as she writhed about for a few moments, practically diving under her shillings, before appearing from beneath it. Gold and diamonds cascaded down upon her body, covering in a sea of gold and money. And Milan just stood there, gawking at her, where she eventually tilted her head at him in a curious gaze.

“Something wrong, kiddo?” asked the ebony dragoness, this cocky grin appearing on her lips, “You're lookin' at me pretty hard there! Geh heh~”

“I... uh...! I...” Milan replied, blushing furiously as he looked to the side.

He didn't know Ursula, and the things he did know of her proved her a dangerous individual. How would she react knowing that he was ogling her more often than even he'd like to admit to? Probably not well. So instead he shifted the conversation, lifting his bonds towards her.

“I can't... r-really move much...” Milan mumbled as he kept his gaze trained on the distance, “It's... it's making it hard to move around...”

“Hm... really? That's your issue...?” Ursula replied before rising up from her gold, “Tch... annoying twerp...”

Slowly approaching him, the Bandit Dragon Thief loomed over Milan, once more trapping him in her ever powerful shadow. The young prince's head tipped back in awe of the dragoness, who bent over to the point that her huge, pendulous breasts swayed just above him. Her red eyes were sharp however, glaring down upon him like she was sizing up prey. She then brought up her hand, hovering her claw right above his head.

Her hand fell. He flinched.

Shwing! Clang!

“Ah?”

Milan pulled back, eyes wide. Around his wrists and ankles, he felt a sudden weight being lifted from him. Looking down, he watched as the black shackles those gangsters bound him in were undone with one single swipe of Ursula's powerful claw. They fell to the ground in pieces, while the ebony dragoness straightened back up, and ran her hand through her blonde hair.

“There. Now you shouldn't complain anymore...” said Ursula as she retreated back to her mound of gold, “I recommend getting comfortable, kiddo. I have no intentions of leaving my lair while the moon is high. Place is too fucking cold...”

“I...! Nn...”

Ursula laid there, a proud smile on her face as her eyes closed shut. Milan had always been beguiled by stories of dragons perched upon mountains of gold, but he thought that's all they were; stories. But this was reality, and in reality, Ursula was indeed resting perched upon her mounds of gold! Perhaps those stories weren't as outlandish as he originally believed.

Milan wanted to talk to Ursula; wanted to ask her questions. But he feared doing so would annoy her, and if he annoyed her, what's stopping her from flying him back out into the desert and leaving him there? So instead, the young prince of Nilvala turned to face the vault of treasures that laid before him. All of the gold, all of the diamonds, and all of the other priceless artifacts that would make a museum curator blush.

Slowly, Milan began to curiously peruse the vault of treasures before him. His fingers moved upon the various gold coins, picking them up – one by one – and marveling at them. Then he traveled to the diamonds, letting them trickle upon his skin as he marveled at their hues, their lusters, their sizes, their everything.

In Nilvala, golden coins were the highest rate of coin, and had the face of Auros, the God-King upon them. But here, these golden coins bore images of other lands. There were golden coins with birds upon them, golden coins with distant deities, and golden coins with rulers on their surfaces. There was even a golden coin with a train on its surface!

That's... from Ash Kingdom, right?

One such coin stood out from the rest. It wasn't made of gold, nor silver, nor bronze, but was made of platinum. Picking it up in his hand, the young prince's thumb slid along its surface, which bore the image of rushing waves. To most anyone, this would just be a platinum coin; a denomination of the highest order depending on what country it came from. But for Milan, it sent a shudder through his body.

This coin came from Reiss.

Milan had heard many great things about Reiss during the lead up to the trip he and his father were to go upon. It was a country of metalworking, and had many caverns from which it could mine priceless ores. But it was also a land known for its trees. As his father said, the trees stretch taller than the towers of Jyotisha.

Pitter... Patter... Pitter...

“Nngh...!” Pitter... Patter... Pitter... “Ngghaa...!” Pitter... Patter... Pitter... “Gggghh!”

“Are you... crying?”

Tears fell from Milan's eyes. Somehow he had kept it in all day long, but now that he was here in this dragoness' vault, it was like the reality of the situation came rushing towards him all at once. It was him, his father, and their personal entourage. Most men came from Nilvala with him and his father, while the others were hired guards who would give them safe passage through Titans Valley.

But where were they now?

Where was Dravin? He came with them from Nilvala, and was a guard of their palace. What happened to Riuu? Sure, he was a hired guard, but he was still charming, and the jokes he told were humorous? Above all, where was his father? Where was King Nagus?

As someone who lived all his life in Nilvala, the time he spent outside of his nation's borders was the most enlightening time in his life. It was brief, yes, but he felt like he learned so much! Up until they stepped foot in Titans Valley, everything was perfect. But now...? Huff...

So, yes, Milan cried. He could not stop himself from crying. He tried to be strong – he could even hear his father's voice tell him the importance of strength – but how can one stay strong in a situation like this? His father – his father – was missing! Possibly dead! Milan didn't remember seeing him get hit by an arrow, but he couldn't confirm if that didn't happen either. It left him in this strange state of limbo where he didn't know what to believe.

So he cried. And he cried. And he cried some more. He cried so much that he fell to his knees, and clamped his hands upon his eyes. His emotional outburst numbed him to his surroundings, deafening him to the loud 'Thump... Thump... Thump...' that echoed behind. But there was no ignoring the sudden--

Swipe!

“Ah!? Wh-wha!?”

Ursula's arm suddenly swiped him up, lifting him off his feet. Confused, Milan's eyes grew wide and he looked up, gazing beyond the dragoness' busty chest to see her no-nonsense expression.

“M-M-M-Miss U-Ursula?” he said, confused.

“Again with that 'Miss Ursula' shit... guh... so fuckin' annoyin'...” the ebony dragoness replied.

She didn't say anything else, instead walking down the hall with the young prince kicking in her arms. He asked her questions, constantly filling the air with 'What are you doing?' and 'Where are we going?', but his questions were met with annoyed scoffs, rolls of the eyes, or mere silence. He was so focused on trying to get an answer, that he didn't pay attention to their surroundings as they walked down this hall and that hall, coming to another chamber covered by a blanket.

Entering inside, Ursula lifted Milan up, and gave him the answer he wanted.

A bathroom. They were in a bathroom. Specifically, a bathing chamber. This room was different from the derelict chambers right outside the entrance. Instead of crumbling gray walls that had sand oozing through its cracks, this room was surprisingly clean. The walls were less gray and more of a white color, as if polished clean. And along the walls were shimmering silver bars that seemed stolen from somewhere. The same could be said for the many, many, many bottles of soaps that lined the shelves in the room... as well as the bathtub.

Bathtub?

It sat in the center of the room, embedded within the floor, and was a rounded shape. Oh, yeah, and it seemed to stretch several feet deep. This wasn't a bathtub for a person; this was a bathtub for a very specific dragoness, one whose height loomed over everyone around her.

And Milan was being lifted upon this bathtub.

He shook a bit, frightened by the sheer size of the tub... and the fact that it was empty. He could see the bottom of the tub because there was nothing inside of the tub. If he were to be dropped inside, he'd injure himself against its admittedly smooth surface. But Ursula wouldn't do that, right? If she wanted her payment, she was going to have to make sure he remained unharmed... right?

Weeeeeeell...

“M-Miss Ursula...” he whispered before swallowing his spit, “Wh... what are you doing?”

“You smell like shit,” was her answer_._

Swinging her tail over, Ursula raised it up before Milan... and ignited it. He shook in place as those grayish-blue and teal flames surged before him, traveling from the tip of her tail all the way to the base at her back. Sweating and shivering in place, the young prince watched as that tail came closer and closer, like a viper waiting to strike.

“AAHAHHAHA!?”

“Calm the fuck down! Damn! And stop fucking moving! Unless you want to get burned...”:

Her tone, while bullish, was also somewhat reassuring. Yeah, as if a flaming tail coming towards him was anything but 'reassuring'. But with her hands on his shoulders, and her titanic strength, he couldn't move much. Milan's mouth opened to say a word – to question what she was doing – but that tail suddenly moved in with a soft--

Swoooooooshh!

“HAAAHAH!? Huh...?”

Milan was expecting an incredible, searing pain. He felt none of it. Instead, an eerie purple fire traveled through his ragged clothes, burning them all asunder. Like that man she immolated before, the young prince's clothes were reduced to ash, and they crumbled away into dust, rendering him completely naked.

And Prince Milan didn't even get the chance to bemoan his newfound nakedness, for he was suddenly dropped.

“AH!?” Thud! “Oof!?”

To answer that earlier question: Yes, Ursula would drop him into a tub and risk injury without hesitation.

Thankfully, Milan didn't hurt himself when he felt; he just took a light tumble. Groaning and wincing, he got up to his knees and gazed up, facing Ursula who stood at the tip of her tub. Her red eyes aglow, the dragoness stood with her fists on her hips, and her busty chest swelling with every breath she took.

“Ursula...?” Milan whispered, “What are...?” Sliiiidddeee, “Ah?”

From the edge he watched as Ursula's tail brought close a... barrel? It was large, and when it skidded to a halt, water splashed over its edge.

Oh. Oh no.

Ursula tipped the barrel over.

“AH!?”

SPLASH!

Water splashed into the basin, rushing like a tsunami breaking over a sandy beach! It swept up Milan, who was covered completely by the chilling water. But he was too surprised to even notice the nipple cold at his flesh, as he quickly swam up to the surface of the water.

“Gah! Hah! Hah! W-what's going on!?” Milan shouted as he rubbed water from his face.

“Tch! Didn't you listen to me?” replied Ursula, “I said you stink! So I'm making you take a bath. I might be protecting you, but I don't want you funkin' up my lair.”

Blinking a few times, Milan finally cleaned his face of the water that obscured his vision... just in time to see a black blur dart by him.

SPLASH!!!

“AAH!?”

Something fell into the tub with him... and he didn't need to think hard to know who that 'something' was. As the water in the tub rose high enough for some of it to crest over the edge, Milan was sent spiraling in the water. Eventually it settled down and he settled down, easily capable of righting himself in the water. Gripping the edge of the tub, the young prince pulled himself high enough for his head to break the surface of the tub. But as he gasped for breath...

“Aaaaaaaaa~~”

Milan's expression turned pale. Did... did Ursula get in the tub? With him? No, no, no! That's absolutely insane... right?

But then he gazed upon the surface of the floor before him... and he saw the crumpled mess that was Ursula's clothing. Milan's cheeks turned a bright red as realization donned on him. He was naked in this bathtub with a woman!

And it was only getting worse...

Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!

Steam? Why was steam suddenly flowing from the surface of the tub? In fact, the water as a whole was rapidly increasing in temperature, shifting from that chilling touch, to something warmer and more soothing. An involuntary groan even left Milan, who leaned against the surface of the tub as the waters grew more and more comfortable.

“Geh heh heh~ what's wrong, kiddo~?” Ursula's boisterous and flirtatious voice echoed from behind, “Why are ya just sittin' there? The tits you've been ogling all day are right here, waitin' to be stared at~”

“T-tits!? O-ogling!?” Milan repeated, shaking in place as his eyes swelled, “I-I have no idea what you're talking about! I-I have been ogling your body all day!”

“Geeheehee~ Suuuuuuurrreee~”

Around him, he heard the water shake and shiver as the ebony dragoness walked up behind him. For the umpteenth time that day, her towering figure loomed above him, casting a shadow that swallowed him whole. In a vain attempt to ignore her, Milan gazed down upon the surface of the water... where he realized just how clear and reflective it was. So reflective, that he could see Ursula's grinning face on its surface... and her huge, pendulous, swaying breasts.

His cheeks turned a bright red as he remained locked on her reflection, unable to gaze anywhere else. Ursula chuckled, her boisterous laugh sending a reverberation through the air. But she didn't say a word, instead lifting her hand to the bandages that covered her chest... and slowly pulling them off.

Strrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiip~!

Milan's eyes grew twice in size. With her claw tearing through her bandages, Ursula removed them from her chest, allowing her breasts to bounce to freedom. And when they bounced? They bouuunncceeedd!

PLAP-PLAP!

Even through her reflection on the surface of her tub, Milan could see just how big, busty and round the ebony dragoness' breasts were. But before he could scan her chest for too long, he clamped his hands over his face, covering his eyes, and attempting to hide his shame. Ursula laughed in response, before wading away from him... and sinking down into her tub.

“Aahh... that's more like it,” said the dragoness as she relaxed into the tub.

The waters of her bathtub raised up and up and up, coming to a stop right at her chest. Only her cleavage was visible, with water oozing down the creases of her breasts, drawing even more attention to them. And though Milan tried soooo hard to ignore her body, he couldn't stand there with his face in his hands all day. Slowly, he pulled his face up and turned... just in time to see Ursula's finger pointing at him.

“Oi! Princely,” she said, her voice stern, “Grab one of those bottles over there! The one that's labeled cinnamon, and bring it over!”

“Ngh... y-yes ma'am...”

Milan gazed over, finding the bottle labeled 'cinnamon'. It sat close to the edge of the tub, and was a reddish-orange color. With twitching fingers, he hesitated to grab it. But, well, the fear of disobeying Ursula was far stronger than the embarrassment he felt. So he picked up the bottle of cinnamon, took in a deep breath... fuuuuuh... and turned around to face her.

The ebony dragoness was sitting on the other end of the bathtub, her back to the basin's wall, her arms resting on its edge, and this roguish grin on her dangerous lips. Sitting there on the opposite end of the tub, Milan watched as she pulled up her hand – water sliding down its scaly surface – and began hooking her finger in a 'come hither' motion. And if that gesture wasn't enough to make his already trembling knees just that much weaker, then the way she licked her lips certainly did.

Her split tongue... the way it moved to lick both her lips at the same time, before swirling around in a purposefully lewd motion... no man could resist such a motion. Milan nearly fell forward, but retained just enough strength to bring the cinnamon soaps forward.

“Your... your... your soaps, Miss Ursula...” he said whilst offering it to her.

Her eyes slid into a saucy gaze, her mouth still in a smile, and her tongue still dancing upon her lips. Remaining leaned against the bathtub's edge, Ursula's tail broke through the surface of the tub, where she wrapped it around Milan's wrist. He stiffened in place, his blue eyes watching with the same intensity of an eagle as she took the lotion from him with a practiced ease. She then pulled the lotions close to her, hovering it above her chest, where she removed its top with her hand, tipped the bottle over, and then oooooozzzed the soaps upon her great breasts.

And Milan watched every, slow, arduous, second of it.

Having seemingly forgotten his own shame, the Prince of Nilvala observed as the cinnamon-scented soaps tracked upon her huge tits. Their amber coloration collected upon her chest, before oozing down between the valley of her cleavage. If her breasts were already amazing with water streaking down their surface, then the soaps only doubled, if not quintupled how irresistible her bosom was.

Ursula basked in the gaze of the prince. Placing aside that bottle of soaps, she pulled her hand over, and began squeeeezing the soaps into her busty tits. The claws of her hand sank into the firm yet pliable flesh of her bosom, working the soaps into her skin and scales, and causing the air to smell of cinnamon and sweetness.

Seconds bled on into seconds, with the soaps turning into a foamy white. It covered her chest and coated her hands and she continued working the lotion into her breasts, rolling them around and around and around in sensual circles. Milan couldn't stop watching. It's like he forgot his shame and embarrassment, and just remained magnetized to the lewd display before him.

Her huge breasts. The sensually sliding soaps. The way her hands moved. And her long, thick tail as it coiled around his neck.

Wait... what?

Tug!

“Nnf!?”

Without warning, Ursula's tail wrapped around Milan's neck, and gave a tug. He stumbled forward, where his face pressed against the side of the dragoness' bosom, his cheek smacking her tit. As soaps flew about, his eyes swirled in his head before settling down... and looking over.

Where he saw Ursula grinning back at him.

“Are you really a prince?” asked the ebony dragon, “Or are you just an aristocrat of the land you come from? What's it called again? Nilvily? I've never heard of such a place!”

“Not... ngh... not Nilvily,” Milan replied as he struggled – and failed – to pull not gaze at her and her voluptuous body, “It's... Nilvala. Ah... Nilvala is my homeland. It... uh... I'm not surprised you've never heard of it. Up until twenty years ago, Nilvala didn't exist.”

“The hell does that mean?” Ursula asked, her head tilted to the side.

“Nilvala... it uh... Nilvala used to be just one part of three countries that were merged together under the name of Mireval. But... there was a civil war in Mireval, and the old aristocracy and monarchy were slain. Mireval then split apart into three nations, and Nilvala was one of them. We took the tropical region to the south.”

“Mireval, eh?” said Ursula as she rubbed her chin, “Hmmm... I have some gold coins from Mireval. Didn't know the place went tits up though. Geh heh... not too surprised...” she looked back at Milan, her eyebrow raised, “So Nilvala is a newly formed country, eh? Then why are you all the way out here by your lonesome, princely?”

“L-like I said before! M-my father and I were going to Reiss for political talks!” Milan explained as he closed his eyes and trembled in place, “Nilvala is still small, and... we wanted to forge allies with other nations. Reiss' metalworking would do well for us, and we were going to trade and vegetation in return. But...” his face grew forlorn, and he looked to the distance, “Those thugs attacked... I... I can't believe it. My father, he--”

“Hm... so that's why you were crying before,” Ursula muttered, “Morning the dead?”

“My father's not dead!” Milan shouted as he sprang up, “I...! I refuse to believe he died! He's the mightiest warrior in Nilvala! He participated in the war for its independence from Mireval! He's not only a talented warrior, but he is a tactical genius! I'm sure... I'm... I'm absolutely positive that he's alive! We just got separated... that... that's all...”

“Mm-hm... suuuurreeeee~”

Her disrespectful tone rang into Milan's ears, making him groan and even growl. How dare she imply that her father was dead? He was a valiant warrior; he wouldn't die to some pathetic bandits! Just thinking about it made the young prince curl with frustration.

But...

Try, try with all his might to retreat from Ursula, Milan found it impossible. Not only did her massive size make it damn-near impossible to escape her in this pool, but how could he pull himself away from her bosom as his cheek rested against it? The fact that her tail was wrapped lazily around his waist didn't hurt things either.

Occasionally, Ursula would give a squeeze, hugging the young prince closer to her voluptuous body. He attempted to move back, but her warm body and the tub they were in, made it impossible to move too far back. His own desires also began to encroach upon him, driving him to bring his hands closer... closer... clooosseerr... until...

Pat...

“Geh heh heh~”

Milan's hands fell upon Ursula's thigh. Her strong, toned, muscular thigh. So big and sinewy; it felt less like he was touching skin, and more like he was touching soft stone, if not steel. His fingers gently traced along her quadriceps, not even realizing what he was doing. Their definition, their size, their shape; muscles like this could rebuff steel.

“Do you like 'em?” Ursula asked, snapping Milan back to reality.

His eyes grew wide, his face blanked, and he stared down to how his fingers squeezed the dragoness' strong thigh. Realizing what he was doing, the young prince pulled his hand back and retreated away from Ursula, his hands and head shaking left and right in an attempt to defend himself.

“A-apologies!” said Milan, “I...! I didn't mean to, I swear!”

“Rahahahahahaha! It ain't like I'm complainin~”

Ursula shifted herself, getting on all fours as she began crawling towards Milan on the small ledge beneath the tub's waters. The young prince pulled away, but there was no more area he could gain purchase with. He was like a mouse trapped at the end of a maze, and the dangerous feline was starting her approach. Only, in this case, that dangerous feline was a much stronger and more predatory dragon.

An alluring, hungry, and mischievous smile spread on Ursula's lips as she approached the prince. He remained in place, his hands palming the wall of the tub behind him. The ebony dragoness finally came to a stop as she hung above him fully. Her great breasts swayed just out of view beneath the surface of the tub, while her piercing red eyes penetrated his body like javelins.

“Go ahead. Touch 'em.”

Her words were so bizarre to him, that Milan questioned if he even heard them. But then he shook in place, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Was she offering herself to him, or had he made this up in his head? Did he fantasize this? Had his baser instincts finally taken control, like they did when he idly groped her thigh? Or had she truly offered him the chance to touch her chest directly?

Ah...

Water shifted beneath him as Milan's hand slid from under the surface of the tub. Bringing it closer and closer, he hesitated briefly as he looked up towards Ursula's face. That alluring smile had shifted into a taunting grin, but she said not a word. Instead she pushed her chest forward, making her pendulous breasts sway as he offered her body up towards him. He got the hint, looked back down, took a deep breath... and moved forward.

Touch~

“Ah...!?”

Hot. Ursula's breast was hot. In fact, her entire body was hot! Had she increased the temperature of her flesh? It felt like he was groping sweaty flesh, not the soap-slick surface of a woman's bosom! The body of a dragon is truly a wondrous thing.

His hand cupped beneath Ursula's tit, clinching and lifting her up. By the gods, her bosom was so heavy! Lifting her chest up required a lot of pushing for him! And when he squeezed – like really squeezed – his thumb and fingers saaaaaannkkkkk into her chest, almost getting lost in her.

Mouth agape and eyes wide, Milan sat there, idly groping Ursula's chest. He was so enamored by her strong and voluptuous body, that he had lost his sense of self, and no longer cared about the shameless and carnal act he indulged in. How could he care when this busty, beautiful, ebony dragoness was flaunting her assets towards him without shame. His hand continued to explore the curve of her bosom, exploring every inch of her expansive flesh. And when Ursula moved even closer...

Ah... there they were. Her nipples.

Such stiff nipples. Hard and plump, with this darker, ebony color to them. Gazing upon her nipples as they pointed towards his face, Milan swallowed the spit within his mouth, unable to move much. Didn't stop his thumb from sliding over, where he stroked it upon her plump nipple.

“Geh heh heh~”

Ursula chuckled as her sensitive nub was briefly toyed with. Then she moved in close, sitting beside the young prince. He was still completely enraptured by her chest, unable to focus on anything but her swelling breasts before him. So drawn in was he, that he didn't notice it when Ursula brought her hand over... and slid it between his thighs.

Grab~

“NNGH!?”

That snapped him out of his trance.

Eyes wide and teeth clinched, Milan gazed down. There, between his legs was his cock. His hard cock. His long cock. His hard, long, thick cock. It jumped and pulsated between his thighs; a pillar of flesh, heat, and lust. His balls too clinched between his legs, sagging gently with this primal need to let its contents flourish.

Oh, yeah, and Ursula's hand was wrapped around it.

The ebony dragoness clinched her hand gently around Milan's cock, squeezing it in her monstrous grasp. He could feel every rough inch, ever abrasive touch of her onyx scales, and it caused him to lean his head back and arch his chest forward. Even her claws gently plucked at his flesh, teasing the veins that pulsated upon his thickening length.

“Geh heh heh~” Ursula chuckled, her strong voice reverberating into his ears, “Look at this. Nnggh~ your dick's pretty big for such a cute-lookin' kid like yourself. Geh heh heh heh~”

“Nnggh...! U-Ursula...!”

Leaning her head upon her fist, her other hand continued to jerk his length off at a tepid pace. He felt the fullness of her palm and her fingers as they squeezed upon his length, making him moan and groan even louder. From the base to the tip and back again, the ebony dragoness made sure not one area of his length remained unexplored.

Despite her incredible strength, Ursula knew how to treat someone's body. She was gentle with Milan, giving him nothing but pleasure, and drawing an endless symphony of moans from his cute, young lips. The smooth scales of her hand glided along the taut skin of his cock, while her red eyes looked him up and down. And her tongue?

“Nnnnnmmm~~~”

She licked her lips like she was seizing up a tasty slab of meat. The prince didn't notice though. So consumed with the pleasure of her hand around his cock, that he couldn't stop his voice from moaning. More and more he moaned and groaned, while his hand continued to squeeze instinctively upon her bosom. Precum oozed from the tip, and despite being in a tub, his lust was still heavy enough to track upon Ursula's fingers.

The dragoness' giggles filled his ears, but she did not stop her handjob. Quite the opposite; she moved even closer inwards, pressing her bosom against his cheek. Groaning, Milan rested his chin upon her tit and looked up to her face, his cheeks painted red with lust as he panted and groaned. The pleasure of her hand around his cock was making him melt further and further; he couldn't control himself. He looked like such a lost puppy!

“Geh heh heh~!”

“Ursula,” he groaned, “Aaaahhnnn...! U-Ursula, pleeaaasseee...!”

“Hm? 'Please'... what?'Please' what?” replied the dragoness as she continued stroking his dick off, her grin growing wider, “C'mooooooon. I can't know what you want if you don't speak your mind, Princely. Geh heh heh~!”

That grip on her hand... those scales... how could someone so dangerous be so gentle at the same time? Ursula was like a sledgehammer; once she starts swinging, nothing can stand in her way. It matters not their size, their shape, or the material they're made of; she will make them break. But at the same time, she was like a dagger. She could be covert, deft, and sneaky. Just a sudden stab, and her enemy would be dead without even knowing it.

And that's what she was right now with Milan: a dagger of sensual pleasure.

Her hand continued jerking his length up and down, while her breasts bounced dangerously close to his face. The young prince melted with pleasure, falling deeper and deeper into that pit of ecstasy. The fact that he survived this long was impressive; some men would've climaxed from the touch of her hand against their cock alone!

If he was this resilient... well then. That just made this night twice as interesting! Tongue slithering out, Ursula licked her lips with that serpent hunger of hers, as if imagining aaaaallll the things she was going to do to him.

Alright! Time to claim her reward~

Shifting herself, Ursula drifted closer... and closer... and closer. Mouth agape as an endless river of moans left him, Milan broke through the clouded pleasure of his mind just long enough to watch as her lips hovered above his lips. And right as she gave a strong 'Squeeze!' to his cock...

“NNGH!?”

“Nmmm!”

Her lips pressed against his lips, taking him into a kiss. And she wasn't too shy in this kiss either~

Like the dagger she proved herself as being, Ursula's tongue slid in, where it began grinding, twisting, curling, and swirling against Milan's tongue. That forked appendage of hers could move in a manner unlike a human's; one side could move left, the other could move right, and she used both splits to completely dominate him. That's where that 'sledgehammer' of hers came out to play. She teased his cock with her handjob, while brutalizing his tongue with her tongue. She only stopped when she wanted to stop, where she pulled off his lips with a loud and lewd--

“POP! Aaah~ Geh heh heh...! You don't taste half bad... Princely~”

Eyes glazed over, mouth open wide, and tongue hanging from his lips, Milan sat there as if completely dismantled. He couldn't believe it. In one night alone, he bathed with a woman who was not his wife, and had his first kiss stolen from him by this brutal bandit! Her tongue moved in such a way that – for a moment – he couldn't tell where his tongue began and ended!

And that taste! It was this heavy, randy, powerful taste! Like sweet sugar mixed with the strongest beer known to mankind. If a person could get drunk on a kiss, then Milan would have. It left him sitting there, his tongue hanging from his gaping maw, saliva oozing from within to trickle out and stain Ursula's tit.

Drawing over her hand, Ursula placed it upon the back of Milan's head, stroking her claws and fingers through his curly white hair. Her other hand meanwhile pulled away from his cock, where she drew it close to her face. The ebony scales of her hand were glistening in his lust, which oozed down her fingers and palm like a sordid river. Thick bridges of male lust coasted her digits, making them shimmer in the purple light of her candles.

And as she brought her fingers even closer to her face, the Bandit Dragon Thief kept her red eyes locked on Milan's face, watching his reaction as she--

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrp!

“Aahah!?”

That sinful, sordid, serpentine tongue of hers lapped, licked, and curled around her digits, cleaning them off of his glistening precum. Nmmm~ the taste wasn't half bad. A flavorful blend of salt, sugar, and bitterness. Hah. That salt and bitter tang? Those were his human parts. That sweetness thought? Pure royal blood!

“Mm, mm, mmmmmmmmm~ Geh heh heh~!”

Ursula's sinister chuckles filled the air as she slowly rose up. Instead of resting next to Milan on her side, the ebony dragoness mounted her royal boytoy, straddling his hips. Her towering body, statuesque build, and great weight all pushed down upon him, making the young prince grunt as he suddenly had to support this titanic woman with his meager strength. All the while, this lustful and voracious expression sat on her face.

There it was again. Ursula's glowing red eyes, her grinning lips, her sharp teeth, the way she licked her lips; she was sizing him up like a slab of meat again! And this time, she was going to eat him. Just in a different way~

PLAP-PLAP!

Pumping up her chest, Ursula caused her breasts to bounce, being so loud, so lewd, and so damn BIG! The ebony dragoness easily had the biggest breasts Milan had ever seen! Not too surprising; she was also the biggest person he had ever seen! Her having huge breasts was only natural! But it wasn't just their robust size, but also their curvaceous shape, her tanned nipples, and that incredible heat! Even the way her chest moved with her breathing was all so... irresistible!

For several moments, all Milan could do was sit there in complete awe of her chest. And for several moments, the ebony dragoness was fine basking in the awe of his gaze. But then she reached down. And then she grabbed Milan's hands by the wrists. And then she forced his hands up to grab upon her big, busty, firm, titties!

“Earn your keep, Princely,” she said whilst flashing him this lustful smirk, “Make me feel good~”

“Gah!? Wh-what!?”

Make her... feel good? HOW THE HELL WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!? Ursula's body was born from flesh and scale, but more forged from steel and iron! How could someone of his meager size and youthful age possibly please someone as big and tough as her!?

Not that she was giving him much of a choice. With her hands on his wrists, he was caught in her grasp; escape was impossible. So Milan took a deep breath, puffed up his chest... and moved his hands in...

Plap... Plop...

“Aaah...?”

Like before, the prince's hands sank into Ursula's awaiting bosom. Titflesh was squeezed into his grasping palms, which clinched inward to grip her breasts even harder. Chuckling deeply, Ursula removed her hands from his wrists, letting him explore her body to his own pace. And explore he did.

Fingers saaannk into Ursula's chest as Milan took his time with her. Gone were the hesitant touches from before, being replaced with more reverent squeezes and gropes. He kneaded her breasts, working those heavy orbs around and around in circles, while their full weight pushed back down upon his palms.

But he did not stay with her chest for too long. Allowing his curiosities to dictate his movements, the young prince began tracing his hands down his body. His gaze locked upon her stomach, and the chiseled abdominal abs the dragoness sported. How strong they were, how they glistened in the light. When he brought his hand close, he brushed his fingers upon the individual ridges of her abs, stroking them with the same reverence he'd show a goddess.

They were so strong, so taut. Like smooth stones.

Up and down he brushed his fingers along her stomach, before coming down to her hips. With a strong grasp, he felt how wide and shapely her hips were, and he idly brushed his palms along her body. Sturdy too; if he were to use all of his strength, he knew Ursula wouldn't budge an inch. His curious touches continued, circling around towards the dragoness' backside, where he touched...

“Ngh?”

“Geh heh~!”

The base of her tail.

He couldn't stop himself. His curiosities were too great! He squeezed and gripped her tail, feeling the smooth and armor-like scales that coated her. Up and down, his fingers brushed along that prehensile appendage, feeling every groove, every ridge that his meager hands could reach. It slithered in his touch, before circling around so that Ursula could brush it against his chin.

“Feels good?” she asked, “Geh heh~! You must not have dragons where you come from?”

“Sea serpents are common,” Milan answered as he marveled at her tail, “There are a few in our senate. But...” his eyes grew wide as he watched her tail wiggle, “None are... as impressive as you are, Miss Ursula.”

“Tch! Hearing you call me 'Miss Ursula' is getting on my nerves,” the ebony dragoness stated. Buuuuuuuuuuuut, she then would pose, placing one hand on her head and her other hand on her hip, while pushing her chest outward, “Fortunately for you, I'm startin' to like it~! Geh heh heh!”

“Ngh...! M-Miss Ursula... may I... ah...” he closed his eyes, tilting his head up to meet her gaze, “Can I... ah... can I...?”

“Can you... what?” she replied before flicking his chin, “Ain't you a prince? You should be good at barking out orders and having nothing between those ears of yours. So, go ahead, spit it out; What do you want?”

“I want to kiss you!” he blurted out suddenly.

Ursula tilted her head at him, taken aback by his sudden outburst. She then smirked at him, and brought her hands up to clutch the side of his face.

“That's better. I like a guy with some gusto,” Ursula stated as her head drifted closer, “It'd be too boring otherwise! Nmmm~”

“Mmmph~!”

For the second time their lips met. And just like last time, Ursula's tongue was skilled in the art of eating. How it swirled and curled and clinched around Milan's tongue, which remained mostly stiff. Her taste oozed into his mouth, further drugging him on her flavor and the feel of her amazing kisses. He was sure that – after this – he'd never be able to find such pleasure with a normal girl again. Ursula had ruined him, and he hadn't even realized it yet.

“Pop~! Ah...! Geh heh heh~! Nope! Not yet~”

“Not... yet...?” Milan repeated, confused, “What's... not...” Clinch! “Aaaahh?”

Milan gazed down. Between his legs was his cock, which stood stiff as ever. But now, Ursula's tail had coiled around it. He felt the smooth and taut scales of her tail as it coiled around his length, being juuuuuust open enough that he could see the head of his cock sticking out from her coils. And when she gave him a--

Squeeze!

“AH!?”

Milan nearly came on the spot! But not quite. She kept him simmering on the edge of ecstasy; a torturous pleasure she took pride in!

Whether it be her hand on her tail, it mattered not. When Ursula began stroking his cock with audible 'Shlip! Shlip! Shlips!' that made the water quake, Milan was reduced to a panting, moaning mess. The young prince gripped her waist hard, bracing himself against her while his head leaned back, and his shameless moans filled the air. But when he whimpered out--

“Ursulaaaa~”

The dragoness' wings gave an excited flap.

“You little fuckwit,” she said with a grin, “I ordered you to please me, didn't I? Now here ya are, 'bout to blow your top! Looks like I gotta teach your princely ass some lessons!”

“Nngh...? Wh-what?” Grab! “Hmm?” Glomp! “NNMPH!?”

Without warning, Ursula grabbed the back of Milan's head, and pulled him into her awaiting chest. He was surrounded on all ends; her big, busty breasts to the sides of his head, her ribcage pressing to his nose, and the dragoness' powerful hands clenching the back of his skull. There was no escaping her.

As if he'd want to.

Wrapping his arms around her sides, he brushed his hands along the taut back muscles of her body. Each individual ridge and fold; he'd commit all of it to memory. At the same time, he began to grind and moan against her busty tits, feeling those two orbs wobble around his head. Gently pumping his hips forward, he fucked his cock through the clinching grasp of her coiling tail, while his hands reached further up to touch upon the hilt of her wings.

Such strong and shapely wings. He had seen them on the bodies of women before – Nilvala had a comfortable number of beastkin within its borders – but he had never seen a pair of wings as brutal as hers. That's a compliment by the way. Ursula's wings were powerful, easily capable of lifting a woman like her into the sky. They also had so many splits and tears in them, small holes too. Those markings – along with the scar on her cheek – told him just how dangerous was the lifestyle she lived.

And? Oh? What's this? Ursula didn't just have two wings; she had four. Beneath her larger, more impressive wings were two smaller ones. He didn't know much about dragon physiology, but he figured these smaller wings helped her fly more easily. They were no less impressive, mind you; he could feel the strength in her body.

Ursula's grin spread wider on her lips as she felt the prince's nubile hands scrambled upon her body. He didn't just grope and squeeze at her back and wings, but his hands traveled down to knead her strong hips, before circling back up to grip and clinch her tits. Around and around in circles he worked her breasts upon his head, coaxing more moans from her body. The dragoness chuckled while her stroking tail slowed down, and her fingers worked into his snow-white hair.

The deeper and deeper he got wrapped in her body, the more and more Milan began to disregard his princely pride. Placing his hands upon her hips and gripping her tight, he began to thrust his cock upwards through her tail with a primal lust and rush. His strength wasn't great – he was but a human and she was a mighty dragon – but he still had enough power to make the water around them quake... and for Ursula's breasts to do likewise.

Her great bosom quaked around his head, pushing against him with their heavy weight and size. But each 'Clap...' felt so amazing, making his eyes roll up as he looked towards her face as best he could. His hands then curled from her waist towards her ass, where he pulled his hands back and--

Smack-Smack!

“Yeah! Rahahahahahaha!”

Even while underwater, the sound of his spank echoed out... while a rumbling pain ricocheted through his hands. Fuck, her ass was so damn taut! Smacking her butt felt more painful for him than it did for her! But that boisterous laugh of hers – that damned 'Rahahahahahaha!' – coaxed him to pull his hands back again, and--

Smack-Smack!

Ursula straightened up on Milan's lap, her breasts leaving his head as her back arched. Grinning, she began to gyrate her hips, grinding softly upon his lap, while her tail continued to tweak and squeeze upon his throbbing cock. But as her breasts left him, the young prince's eyes locked forward, gazing at those stiff, peaked, ebony nipples of hers. So hard and plump; just begging to be feasted on. His mouth opened wide, bridges of spit and drool hanging shamelessly from his teeth. And when he moved in...

“Nmmph! Mmmmmmmmm~”

“Geh heh heh~ yeah, that's it. Suck them tits good~”

Not that he needed to be told to.

Milan moaned as he tasted from Ursula's body. His tongue lapped and swirled around her stiff nipple and areola, while spit oozed from the creases of his lips. Her taste... fuck... her taste. How does he describe her taste? It was just as burly, salty, and strong as one would suspect of someone of her caliber and stature. And when his teeth clamped down upon her nipple, he bit her with as much strength as he could muster.

“Nnggh~ yeeaaaaah~” Ursula groaned as her hand stroked through his hair with a surprising gentleness, “I can feel that arrogant pride comin' outta ya now. Bitin' like you fuckin' own the place. As expected of some greedy, royal little whelp~”

Her words were scathing, but they failed to reach his ears. How could Milan focus on anything when he had this huge titty in his mouth to suck on? Slurping, moaning, groaning, swirling his tongue around and around in circles. And as he sucked, his other hand gripped her other tit, rolling that heavy boob around and around in taunting circles. He even squeezed and pinched her nipples without realizing what he was doing.

“Geh heh heh~!”

As Ursula's burly laughter filled the air, she placed her hands upon Milan's shoulders and gave him a taunting squeeze. All throughout his tit sucking and groping, her tail never stopped working. The waters of the tub continued to sway and splash as she squeezed, clinched, and rolled her tail along every inch of his throbbing cock.

Taut skin was toyed with by armor-like scales, drawing groans from Milan's lips that traveled throughout her tits. And when she gave another 'Squeeze!', the young prince pulled away from her tit with a lewd 'Pop!'. Shameless moans left Milan and he leaned back, groaning as Ursula's tail continued to stroke his length.

“Urs... ula...” he groaned, his nails squeezing into her toned thighs, “I...! Ngghha~”

“Geh heh heh~ You sound like a fuckin' girl,” Ursula remarked, her red eyes glaring at him as her claws dug into his shoulders, “I'm gonna make you cum so hard you'll forget your own fuckin' name~!”

Shlick! Shlick! Shluck! Shlick! Splish! Splash!

“AAAHHNN~~~!?”

Ursula's tail increased in pace, squeezing and running along Milan's pulsating veins. From the hilt of his veins, along his throbbing shaft, and up to his twitching glands, not one area of his cock was spared her tail's assault. The young prince couldn't focus on her tits any more. All he felt was overwhelming pleasure as it crashed into him; over and over and over again!

“Ursula,” he moaned, “Nnggh! I'm gonna... ggghh...! I'm gonna climax!”

“What the fuck did you just say?” she replied as her tail continued stroking his length, “You're gonna climax? Jeeze, you really are a fuckin' prince. Just say you're gonna cum like a normal person!”

Shluck! Splash! Shlick! Splish! Shluck! Splash!

“AH!? Hah! Haah! Hahah! Ngngghaaaaa~~~!”

Milan's back arched, his chest pushed out, his eyes screwed shut, and a shameless cry of ecstasy left his wailing mouth. Beneath the waters of the tub, his cock erupted with the virile lust of a young man who hasn't experienced an orgasm in a long, long time. Spread out through the clear waters of the tub; these thick globules of potent seed that painted the tub white, and slowly oozed up to the surface. And when his orgasm finally subsided...

“Ah?”

Thud!

Milan collapsed against the rim of the tub, panting and moaning for his breath. His chest heaved up and down like he'd run a marathon. Was sex supposed to be this intense? That wasn't even sex; that was just foreplay?

While he recoiled from his orgasm, Ursula pulled her tail up from beneath the waters of the tub. It hung in the air, his thick, gooey seed stretched over her scales like the splintering webs of a spider. Red eyes aglow and lips in a grin, the ebony dragoness gazed at his sticky seed, as if scanning it intensely. And then she pointed the tip of it towards her mouth, and--

“Nmmm~~”

Pushed it forward.

Ursula's tail slid between her lips, and she tasted his cum. It was thick. It was strong. It was randy. Hell, she could even taste his royalty. And it was aaaaallll for her~

Ursula moaned around her tail, the sound of which caused Milan to pull his head up from the floor. There, before him, the ebony dragoness sucked his release off of her tail, the tip of it even pushing against the inner pouch of her cheek. Mesmerized, the Prince of Nilvala watched her suck, and lick, and clean her tail of all of his cum.

And then her eyes met his eyes. And then a saucy grin appeared on her lips.

Shifting the angle of her long and thick tail, Ursula began to push. It slid deep into her mouth... and then into her throat. Deep enough in fact that her throat visibly bulged as she pushed the tip into her esophagus. Gasping, Milan's eyes grew twice as wide, enthralled by the erotic display before him. And Ursula did it all without breaking eye contact.

For several moments she pleasured her tail, filling the young prince's mind with sordid thoughts. If she could do that with her tail, then she could do even more amazing things to his cock. He could imagine how it would feel to have her lips wrap around his length, to feel her tongue tease his length, to feel her sharp teeth pluck his length. And he imagined how good it would feel to cum down her tight throat.

Gods. What thoughts were going through his head!?

Finally, Ursula began pulling her tail out from her lips, doing so with a lewd and loud--

“Slurrrrrp~! Pop~! Geh heh heh~”

Spit oozed down the dragoness' tail, which glistened in the light of the room as she whipped it about with a serpentine grace. Red eyes locked upon Milan's panting face, she watched him pant with a lustful need, his cheeks red and his eyes glazed over. He looked so needy, so desperate!

Slowly, the ebony dragoness drew her hands forward, where she placed them upon the sides of his head, with a soft clutch, she squeezed Milan's face and pulled him in close. His head rested upon his chin as his mouth parted open and his tongue hung out. Oh, that desperation was coming out in full force! She didn't have to say a word, and he was already seeking out her kisses. Fortunately for him, the Bandit Dragon Thief was in a pleasant mood.

She pulled him in close, their lips meeting in a lurid kiss. Like time and time before, Ursula showed no frivolity or sweetness in this kiss. Nope! Her tongue was just as wild and strong as ever before, squirming and swirling around his tongue, and absolutely dominating the kiss. And also like time and time before, Milan sat there, stiff as a board as he was utterly incapable of keeping up with the pace she maintained.

All the young prince could do was clutch her, gripping upon her strong and taut body as she made out with him. She even tilted her head to the side, helping her deepen the kiss further. Muffled moans slipped from the both of them, while he squeezed and kneaded at her body, his nubile touches pleasing her just enough to make her giggle.

So they kissed. And they kissed. And they kissed some more. As the seconds went on, Milan could feel himself gain a modicum of skill in the art of kissing... but it was still but a drop in the bucket compared to what Ursula was capable of. He could also feel a somewhat possessive clutch from the ebony dragoness. How her hands squeezed upon his cheeks, and how her tail slithered around his waist, clinching him as well. He was like an object for her to play with, and he was all too willing a participant.

But amid their kisses – amid all of the 'Smacks!' and the 'Chus~!' and the 'Nmmms~' and the 'Mmmfuaahs~' – Ursula heard something. Her ears twitched as something out of place echoed just out of earshot. For a human like Milan, he heard nothing. For the ebony dragoness with her sensitive ears, it sounded as obvious as the sound of an instrument playing out of order amid a symphony.

“Pop~! Son of a bitch...” growled the Bandit Dragon Thief, while Milan sat there, whimpering in confusion.

“Wh-what? Did I... do something... wrong?” he asked, to which Ursula shook her head.

“No, you didn't. But someone did.”

They were just making out. Hell, the prince still felt the aftershocks of his earlier orgasm and stimulation! And yet, Ursula leaped out of the water as if they weren't just fucking. Landing on the ground, her tail sprung up, and those eerie grayish-blue and teal flames sprouted upon it. The fire surged up from the tip of her tail and all the way towards her back, where – to Milan's amazement...

Zwoooooosshh!

Ursula's entire body bursted into flames.

He flinched and pulled back, gasping in awe and wonder of the ebony dragoness' capabilities. But like earlier when she burned away her clothes, her fire did not injure or harm her body. All she did was burn away the water and soaps that covered her flesh and scales, drying her off completely. Her wings then flapped and she took off from the ground, where she began flying off.

“What? U-Ursula!? W-wait!” Milan shouted as he scrambled to his feet.

While he was still swimming a bit in that sea of ecstasy, he still had enough wherewithal to get out of the tub and follow the ebony dragoness. A bit difficult to do when his throbbing hard on was still swaying between his legs!

Still, the prince got to his feet... only to stumble forward a few times. By the gods; where were some clothes? He looked around briefly, before locking his eyes on the distance. Yes, there were several bathrobes in the distance, all of which were fuzzy and comfortable looking, and all of which appeared torn in various areas.

Riiiiiigghht. Ursula is a towering dragoness, and he doubted she had many robes in her size. These were probably stolen and ripped apart to suit her big body. Still, a torn bathrobe is better than no bathrobe. So Milan grabbed a towel, quickly dried himself off, and then wrapped one of those ragged robes around his body.

Oof... there were quite a bit of scales in here. Did Ursula shed often? Not a question he was going to bring up around her, that is unless he wanted to lose his head.

Robes on his body, Milan rushed back through the halls of Ursula's lair. He passed by her vault and headed down the main hall, returning to the entrance of this derelict military base. Walking under rusted metal and stepping over splintered wood, the Prince of Nilvala came to the decaying fort's entrance and stared through it. On the other end – standing outside tall and proud – was Ursula.

And an entire gang of burly men.

Milan gasped and pulled away, shrinking into the shadows of the gatehouse. There were dozens of men outside surrounding Ursula; an entire platoon's worth of bandits that would make all but the most confident of knights quake in their boots. And in the center of them all, standing tall with robes on her body (did she swipe them up during her flight out here?) was Ursula. The ebony dragoness was a pillar of power, standing with her fists on her hips, and an annoyed look in her red eyes.

“URSULA!” shouted one of the men, “WHERE'S THE BOY!?”

“Like hell I'd know,” replied the dragoness casually, “I left his punk ass out in the sands. He's probably frozen to death by now.”

“DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, YOU BITCH!” another of the group shouted, “YOU'RE TOO DAMN SMART TO LET A VALUABLE LITTLE BRAT LIKE HIM DIE!”

“Really? He was valuable?” Ursula replied sarcastically, “Didn't notice. Your guys left him wearing some shitty rags. I thought he was just going to be one of your boytoys for the night. Had no clue he was some valuable welp,” she pointed forward towards no one in particular, “Honestly, this is more on you. Should've kept a better eye on that twerp if he was really that important.”

“Fucking bitch,” one of the men growled before raising his voice, “LOOK, URSULA! THERE ARE GROUPS OF US HERE AND ONE OF YOU! NOT EVEN YOU COULD DEAL WITH ALL OF US! JUST GIVE US THE BOY, AND WE'LL BE ON OUR WAY!”

“Really? Do you think you can threaten me? Care to test that theory?”

Milan shrank deeper into the shadows, still capable of seeing outside, while – hopefully – remaining out of view of any of those gang members. The air in the location grew thick and heavy, doubly so as Ursula parted her legs and raised her hands in a battle-ready pose. Likewise for this platoon of unnamed men, who all brandished blades, hatchets, spears, guns, hell, they may have even had a few spellcasters among their ranks! The time for a peaceful resolution to this situation had passed, and only bloodshed remained.

Milan didn't know who attacked who first. He heard the crack of a bullet, followed by the howling 'SWOOOOSH!' of Ursula taking off. Dust and rocks were blown away by her sudden flight, followed by the shouts of the men she stood opposed to. Their gunfire roared soon after, bullets darting left and right through the skies in an attempt to perforate the ebony dragoness. There were even a few fire balls and thunderbolts, confirming that, yes, there were mages among them.

But despite all the bullets, all the fireballs, all the lightning strikes, not one touched Ursula. She spun and spiraled through the night-drenched heavens, darting this way and that way. Their attacks missed her – some by whole yards, others by mere inches – all as she began to spin faster and faster like an arrow with a corkscrew tip! Amid her spinning, she found her target; some poor wizard who slung spells from his outstretched fingers. He tossed one final bolt of lightning that surged through the sky... and Ursula shot forward.

KA-POOOWWWWW!!!

The Bandit Dragon Thief. Not only was she mighty physically, and not only could she fly with all the grace of a bird in the sky, but when need be, she could break the sound barrier with her speed alone!

Ursula dove forward, her arms outstretched, and this savage grin on her lips. In that instant, it was the last thing that poor wizard saw, before his body was flattened completely beneath her powerful body. The impact was so great, that a shockwave was sent through the land, knocking the other gang members off of their feet. And as they struggled to get back up and brandish their weapons...

Zwwwwwwooooooosssh!

Milan gasped, his eyes wide.

There it was again! Like in the bathtub before, Ursula did now. Her body erupted into a pillar of fire that consumed her whole. It flashed a variety of colors – blues, grays, greens, teals – but above all, there was this vibrant, malevolent, demonic purple color. And that purple fire began to erupt from her gaping maw.

“SHIT! MOVE! GET OUT OF HER WAY!”

Too late!

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!!!”

FWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!!!

From her mouth, Ursula let loose a thick stream of pure, purple fire. It split the air, immolating the fools unfortunate enough to be caught in its way. Some set ablaze, where they ran in all directions, howling and screaming in pain. They were the lucky ones. Others were incinerated outright, reduced to naught by ash that flowed in the wind.

Ursula then turned, spinning around to face a man who pointed his gun at her. He fired, but she dodged to the side, before blitzing forward at incredible speeds. Claws extended, they caught the glint of moonlight and fire upon their sheen, before she swiped through the air with pinpoint precision.

Slash!

The rifle was sliced in twain.

Slash!

And then went to his head.

Ursula – nor the rest of the gang – had any time to react to what she'd done. They were already firing at her, and she was already moving once again. The ebony dragoness was a black blur as she blitzed through the battlefield. Her body leaning forward to dodge attacks aimed at her head, she stretched out her wings while pointing forward the curved claws at the edge of her wings.

They flickered and flashed in the light – both from the fire that flowed off of her body, the flickering lights of the wizard's spells, and the shine from the moonlight above. And the flickering glints of her wing's claws? Those were the only warning her prey would receive.

Shwing! Slash! Slash! Shwing!

Some were penetrated. Others were beheaded outright. In the end, it mattered not. Ursula tore through her targets, reducing them to shreds and ribbons. From where he stood, Milan's mouth gaped in awe and horror of the dragoness' strength. She was less like a living, breathing woman, and more like a phantom; a specter of death. And she dealt death as easily as she breathed.

Eeeaaaarrk!

And then it suddenly stopped.

Ursula skidded to a halt, her red eyes gazing around in a circle. In a matter of moments, the dragoness had reduced her assailants to corpses on the ground. Most were dead, some were dying, and a rare few had managed to outright survive. Ursula would have gladly killed those who were 'lucky'... but she didn't really feel like it.

Geh heh heh!

Straightening up, the ebony dragoness stared down at himself, watching as the blood of the slaughtered oozed down her onyx scales. This savage grin painted on her lips, the Bandit Dragon Thief began to laugh. It filled the air; this mighty and powerful 'RAHAHAHAHAHA!!!' that could be heard for miles around. This was not the laugh of a living creature born of flesh, scales and blood, this was the laugh of a demon.

Her eyes then looked forward, gazing towards the decaying gatehouse of her lair. And staring back at her, eyes wide and mouth agape, was Prince Milan. He couldn't speak outside of stunned gasps, driving her to perform a mighty flap of her wings. She took off, flying towards the young prince, and landing just a foot away.

She looked down upon him. He was so small. So fragile. So weak. She could easily crush him like he was an ant. He looked back up at her. She was tall. She was mighty. She was impervious. While Prince Milan thought of her as his savior – and he truly felt that – it was now that he realized he may have replaced a bad situation with a much worse situation.

Those men? They were mortals. Ursula? She was a monster.

“Let's get back indoors, kiddo~” said the dragoness as she streaked her bloodied claw through her gilded hair, “It's only going to get colder out here~”

“Ursula...” Milan whimpered through ragged breaths, “I...! Th-those men. Th-their bodies...”

“Hm...” she looked over her shoulder briefly, “Yeeeaaaaah... I don't think their bodies are going anywhere any time soon.”

Milan looked past her to the corpses she left. The casual ease at which she dispatched their enemies, and the more casual way she dismissed their deaths, both sent a cold chill down the young prince's spine. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ursula placed her bloodied claw upon his shoulder, and began ushering him inside. He didn't hesitate to follow.

They traveled back into Ursula's lair. Milan felt lost and distant, replaying the vicious sight of the dragoness' battle. But her? This palpable heat began to radiate from Ursula's body. It wasn't the same heat that she caused to erupt on her body like in the tub, or with her fire. No. This was something else.

Steam and mist flowed off of Ursula's body. Sweat too percolated on her form, glistening in the eerie purple flames that she had adorned around her lair. And when they entered her vault, where all of her ill-gotten goods shimmered like a massive treasure chest, the purple fires of her candles suddenly bursted with an extra brightness.

Ka-Kooom!

“Ah!?”

Milan flinched, confused by what was going on. He then turned and looked up, where he came face to face with Ursula. The ebony dragoness stood above him, both hands on her shoulders, and this white-hot steam flowing from her nostrils. Chest heaving up and down, she wore a face that was both hungry and lustful. All that fighting got her blood pumping, and there was no denying her now.

“Ursula...?” Milan whispered.

“Shut up...” she replied whilst putting her hand to his shoulder and pushing him over.

Milan fell back, his fall cushioned by the blanket of gold coins beneath him. They shifted around his body while he looked up, gazing upon the ebony dragoness that stood above him. Fists on her hips, red eyes a glow, steam flowing from her nose, and sweat mixing with blood, the Bandit Dragon Thief didn't attempt to hide the lustful and ravenous gaze in her eyes. Milan laid there, incapable of speaking, while Ursula grabbed the seams of the robes she was wearing.

Pull!

PLAP-PLAP!

Her breasts bounced to freedom. Milan's cheeks turned an intense red and he pulled back, sinking a bit further on the bed of coins beneath him. Before he could say a word, a surge of fire roared through Ursula's body, one that left her robes untouched, while burning away all the blood from her recently slayed foes.

“Ursula...?” Milan whispered, “Are you...? I mean... wh-what are you doing?”

“I said shut up,” she replied while this sadistic grin spread wider on her lips, “Didn't you hear me before? Geh heh heh~! All that fightin' before got me really fucking horny. So now...” her tail slithered through the scales at his legs, where it wrapped around his ankle, “I'm gonna take my payment now~”

“Your payment...?” Clash! “Ah!?”

Ursula fell forward, pinning him beneath her strong and voluptuous body. Her breasts pressed to his chin, while her hands slammed down next to his head. Milan's eyes doubled in size and he looked up, coming face to face with the aroused... no... horny grin on her face. Her cheeks were red, her sharp teeth were clinched, white-hot steam slowed form her nostrils and mouth, and her red eyes had that hungry grin within them.

“Pucker up, princely~”

“Ursu-- Nnmnmmph~~~!”

Her lips pressed to his lips, taking him into a deep kiss. Long, wild, and hungry. Her tongue clinched and wrapped around his tongue, dominating him in a lustful kiss. One of her hands slid over, gripping the back of his head and pulling him close, deepening the kiss even more, while her other hand slid over towards her chest. She slowly slid her clawed palm down his pristine flesh; the same claw she just used to slaughter those men outside. Bringing it down to the knot of the robe he wore, she pulled it open – downright ripping it apart – revealing his body beneath... and his steadily swelling cock.

It thickened – further and further – while she brushed the smoothness of her palms along his cock. Her scales were like armor, being surprisingly smooth for such a brutal woman. Her hand's scales were much different from the scales on her tail. It was so much more... intimate. And when she wrapped her digits around his length and gave him a tender squeeze, he groaned into her awaiting mouth.

Her clinching palm brushed from the hilt of his cock, aaaaallll the way towards his swelling head. Milan grunted, while her thumb brushed along his oozing slit, smearing his precum along the tip of his shaft. Her hand then slid back down, spreading his lust along his shaft, and leaving it shimmering.

“Sliiiiddee~~~! Pop~! Geh heh heh~!”

Breaking their kiss, Ursula grinned as she gazed down upon Milan. He was panting and moaning, his cheeks intensely red while the dragoness continued stroking his cock at a steady pace. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, she applied pressure to her handjob, making his balls jiggle and jostle between his legs. His chest swelled and back arched off the shifting coins beneath him, while her name left his lips in a crooning cry.

“Ursuuulaaaaaa~”

“Geh heh heh~”

Her laugh... how could it be so strong and so erotic at the same time? It flowed into Milan's ears and beat down his defenses, drawing another cry of ecstasy from his lips. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of her hand on his cock, and the heat that radiated from her body, that he didn't pay attention to her as she leaned to his side.

Ursula reclined against Milan's body, this cocky grin on her lips, her fists propping up her head, while her hand continued jerking his member off at a steady pace. Her breasts meanwhile would bounce at his chest, taunting him with firm 'Tap~' after firm 'Tap~'. Eventually, the young prince's eyes opened, as he felt her busty breasts bounce against him. He could not stop his moaning, but he could focus his gaze on those firm tits of hers, of which he bit into his bottom lip.

While Ursula pleasured his cock, the Prince of Nilvala greedily grabbed upon her busty tits. He squeezed them, pushing her breasts together, and causing her to chuckle more. That damn 'Geh heh heh~'! Why did hearing it make his body even hotter?

More and more he worked her tits around, pushing and squeezing them together, before releasing his hands to watch them bounce. He then seized upon her stiff nipples, pinching them as haaaarrd as he could, tugging on them, flicking them, playing with them in any way he saw fit! And all through it all, Ursula laughed and laughed and laughed.

“You boys and tits,” she commented, “Royalty or not, men are weak to a pair of big boobs~” Plap! “Oh?”

Without warning, without hesitation, without any response, Milan dove his face into her awaiting tits. He buried his head between her breasts much like earlier in the tub, where he audibly groaned against her. But there was a large difference between now and in the bath, and that difference would be Ursula's smell.

Earlier, she had a scent of cinnamon thanks to her soaps. Now, she had a smell of sweat. It was intense, raw, and unfiltered. This strong and musky odor that smelled of fire, of iron, and of desert sands. But there was a spice to this too, like the same spices that would be placed upon a curry meal. Is this what Ursula normally smelled like? It was intoxicating.

More. He buried his face into her tits more. Pushing his nose up against her ribcage, he took heady whiff after heady whiff of her randy scent. And Ursula could feel it. She felt his nostrils flare, and she heard the sounds, especially the groan of pleasure that left his lips every time he sniffed her.

“Horny fuckin' boy~” she commented, “Geh heh heh!”

Wrapping his arms around Ursula's waist, Milan embraced her outright... while his hips began thrusting forward. Back and forth he fucked her gripping palm, feeling her scales glide along the taut flesh of his cock. Every vein along his shaft was pleased, all the way to his swelling glands. And from the tip of his length he spread his precum endlessly, oozing it along her fingers and palm.

“Nmmph~! Hmmf~! Hfnn~! Ursu... laaa~” Milan moaned, making her giggle.

With a snicker and a grin, the ebony dragoness released her hold on his cock, causing him to groan. But he wasn't left alone for too long. She gripped his dick once more, but instead of jerking him off, she began guiding him forward. Forward where? Forward between...

“Nngghh~!?”

Her thighs.

Milan's cock pushed through Ursula's thighs, groaning as he felt the incredible heat of her body envelope him. Skin and scales surrounded his length, being strong and toned like the body of an Olympian. They ran along his turgid length and held him hostage, while he sat there, immobile.

For all of a few seconds.

Like with her hand before, he began thrusting his hips forwards, pushing and fucking his cock through Ursula's thighs. His length oozed precum endlessly, spreading it along her thighs, and leaving them shimmering. He also clinched tighter, deepening his embrace, and burying his face further into her tits. All Ursula could see was the top of his snow-white hair as he motorboated her breasts, and groaned out her muffled name.

Milan was completely enveloped by Ursula. His head in her tits, his cock between her thighs, and after she rolled over... well... he was completely pinned by her as well. Her arms wrapped around his head, embracing him harder against her strong body, while he gripped her waist with his meager strength, and continued thrusting his cock through her thighs. He could not see it, but Ursula was wearing the biggest grin on her lips as she felt his body begin to shudder.

It traveled through his body; this telltale quake that made him both melt and straighten up. Harder and harder; he fucked her thighs even harder! Like some desperate primate, he sought that which was just in view; his orgasm. And Ursula could feel it.

“Go ahead, princely~” she whispered into his ears, “Cum like the little bitch you are~ Geh heh heh...! Paint my scales white with your royal seed~”

And to help make that final push, Ursula tipped his head to the side, exposing his ear. Her long, split, serpentine tongue then extended from her mouth, traced along his ears outer shell... before pushing inside.

“Nnnnnmmm~~~”

“GGHGHGHGHGHGH!?!?”

Pure. Sensory. Overload.

SPURT! SPLURT! SPURT! SPLUURT!

With her tongue swirling around his ears, and one, final thrust thrust, Milan's orgasm pushed through him like an erupting geyser. Seed shot out from his cock, spreading out to stain her thighs. Lines of pearly-white seed painting her skin and scales white, shooting far and high enough to even curl along the curvature of her ass. Cum even came surging back, rushing upwards to stain the front of her thighs and stain his length and her crotch.

Light thrusts continued pushing through Milan's shuddering body. He shot his hips forward lightly, tepidly pushing his cock through her thighs, while his orgasm petered off into light dribbles. By the gods above, is this what sex feels like? No wonder men and women find them slovenly devoted to it. He felt like he was in heaven.

Ironic, considering the demon he found it with...

Finally, Ursula pulled away from Milan, freeing him from her oppressive body. Her sweat continued staining his face, leaving his cheeks red, his eyes glazed over, and his tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted desperately. With her savage chuckle, the ebony dragoness raised up off of Milan's body, exposing the cum that slicked and oozed between her thighs in thick bridges of randy lust.

Placing her hands down on his chest to pin him to their bed of coins, Ursula's tail slithered over. Like in the tub, she scooped up some of his cum from between her thighs with the tip of her tail, and bright it close to her face. For a few moments she watched his seed ooze along her appendage, before sliding it into her mouth.

“Nmmmm~”

And just like last time, his cum still had this thick, strong, randy, and royal taste to it. Ursula licked her tail and lips clean of his seed, before pulling the appendage out of her mouth and laying her tail upon the ground.

Claws extending out, the dragoness began to draaaagg lines into the sleek flesh of Milan's chest. The young prince groaned as Ursula's talons plucked along his body, and his back arched lightly off of the bed of coins. The Bandit Dragon Thief's smile spread even wider as she watched his reaction; indulging in the sight of his ecstasy-raddled body, and the erotic groans that left his lips.

Further and further down she dragged her hands, coming down towards his crotch. His cock – cum-soaked and flaccid – laid twitching to the side. It still twitched, but it was twice, no, thrice as sensitive as before. So when her claw came down to poke it...

“AH~!?”

Milan's eyes swelled and his back practically jumped off the ground!

The sight and sound made Ursula giggle, while the young prince fell back into the bed of coins. And the ebony dragoness continued to giggle, continued to grin from cheek to cheek as she descended even further down his body. Pulling himself up lightly, Milan watched as her head hovered above his crotch, her full row of serrated teeth exposed in this monstrous smile.

Placing her hand upon the side of his soft cock, she sent another pulse through Milan's body. He whispered her name and his eyes tightened shut, while she pursed her lips and--

Chu~

“Nnghh~!?”

Another shudder pulsed through Milan, who propped himself up on his elbows so that he could watch Ursula. Again and again, the ebony dragoness began kissing his cock, smiling as she did so. Her red eyes then locked upon his face, still smiling as her wicked tongue slid from her mouth and began dragging along the side of his cock.

“Geh heh heh~! I normally love guys with big cocks~” she stated, “The bigger, the better. You're not the biggest I've had. Buuuuuut, you more than make up for it with just how cute you are~”

“Nngh...! I-is bigger... b-better...?” asked Milan, to which Ursula laughed.

“Rahahahahaha~! Here's some life lessons for you, kiddo; all girls are different. Some – like me – like 'em big. Others, not so much...” she leaned in, resting his steadily stiffening cock against her cheek, “Take it from me; you wanna girl who likes big dicks. Cuz only they'll do nasty shit like this for you~”

“Nasty... shit...?”

“Yeah~ Nasty shit,” Ursula replied as she opened her mouth, “Like this. Nmmmm~~”

“HAAAHAH~!?”

In all of his days spent studying – and all of his nights spent fantasizing – never once did the thought of this sexual act cross his mind. That is – of course – the act of a woman taking his penis into her mouth. Ursula sank down around his throbbing member, swallowing it whole in a matter of moments. He felt his length travel between her sharp teeth, grind along her split tongue, and push towards her throat at the back. Then came the thick drool, which tangled around his cock and slicked down towards his crotch. And last there was incredible heat, which enveloped his cock, and forced a groan from his lips.

“Aaauughh~”

Ursula chuckled, her voice muffled due to her mouthful of dick. For now, she focused on sucking his length, her head bobbing up and down lightly. Her lips dragged from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, before slipping back down. Lewd and muffled 'Nmms~' and 'Mmms~' escaped her lips while her red eyes stared up towards his warbling face.

Coins shifted beneath their bodies as Ursula placed her claws into the ground beside Milan's waist. As his cock grew longer and thicker within her mouth, the ebony dragoness' blowjob picked up in pace and speed. Her tongue slid along his shaft, before splitting apart. Sandwiching his length between that talented, pink muscle, one side of her tongue slid up to tease at his glands, while the other half stroked along his shaft and toyed with his veins.

Head bobbing up and down and red eyes tracked on his face, Ursula watched Milan's every reaction as she sucked his cock. His mewling moans, the way his body buckled under the pressure, how he clawed handfuls of coins into his grasp and cried out his name; it was all pure ecstasy. She smiled, picked up the speed of her blowjob too, all while the air around her was filled with her erotic moans.

“Nmmph~ Mmm~ Nmmm~ Mm~ Nmm~!”

“Ursuulaaaaa...! Aah!”

His spicy and hot flavor, laced with the sweetness of his royal purity, and the randy aftertaste of his cum, all created this intoxicating concoction that danced in her mouth. The ebony dragoness' moans reverberated from her mouth and pushed through his body, flowing from the back and forth again, while she stared into his awaiting eyes.

Thicker. Thicker. Thicker! His cock appeared to adjust to the challenge presented before it! Ursula proclaimed her love for partners with bigger members, and dammit, his penis was getting harder and longer just for her. Or, fuck, maybe that's just her own imagination at play. Whatever the case may be, his length certainly seemed bigger now in her mouth than it had before with her hand, or in the tub with her tail.

And Milan was falling deeper and deeper into that pit of ecstasy.

Eyes tracked upon Ursula's head, the young prince arched his body up brazenly... and grabbed her horns. Such coarse horns. They grooved to the back of his head, and split off into two different directions; one set of horns pointing up, the other pointing down. Brushing his hands along her horns in an exploratory manner, the young prince marveled at their shape and strength... before gripping them hard.

Ursula looked up, eyebrow raised. His face was lost; like a hedonistic monkey. And like a hedonistic monkey, he began swinging his hips.

PLAP! PLAP! PL.AP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Back and forth, Milan drove his steely cock into Ursula's awaiting mouth. His cock grazed her teeth, pushed along her tongue, and plunged into her restrictive throat; again and again and again. She was a dragoness, right? A reptile? And reptiles were known for swallowing things far larger than them... right? So she could take it, right?

More! He just needed to find more of this pleasure! More and more and more!

“Augh! Haah! Aaahhnn! Ursulaaaa!”

In a primal rush, Milan fucked Ursula's mouth. His cock slammed into her mouth and throat, while his balls smacked against her face and chin. Again and again and again, he let his length piston out of her throat like a steam engine from Ash Kingdom, all while groaning and moaning out her name.

And Ursula?

The dragoness looked up at him, showing no issue with the cock that was fucking her esophagus. She watched as sweat oozed down his body, leaving him glistening in the light of her lair, while his head tipped back towards the ceiling.

Harder and harder. More and more. She could feel his cock tighten in her mouth, while his balls drew close to his body. Clinching his teeth, Milan's eyes began to roll towards the back of his head. But his grip on her horns tightened that much further! A few more desperate thrusts, more swings of his hips, all to bring him to that explosive high! And--!

“AAAHH!?”

SPLORT! SPURT! SPURT!

For a virgin, he had a lot of energy and stamina. Must be all of those princely training sessions taking form.

From his balls, through the shaft, and to the tip; blast after blast of cum detonated within Ursula's mouth. Even though he orgasmed multiple times that night, all of that youthful energy within him kept his releases copious and thick. And the prince felt it. He felt every 'SPURT!' and every 'SPLORT!' of his cock as he painted Ursula's mouth a pure white with his spicy hot seed. Pleasure raced from his cock and to his brain, putting him adrift in a sea of ecstasy... before his body finally fell loose.

Shling! Shlang!

Coins shifted beneath Milan as he fell back into the bed of avarice. Resting his arm upon his head, the young Prince of Nilvala panted desperately for breath... while the ebony dragoness on his cock slowly pulled up. Inch by lewd inch, the Bandit Dragon Thief dragged her lips off of his throbbing shaft, allowing cum to ooze down her lips and dribble upon his waist. Sitting before him with eyes closed, Ursula's split tongue moved in alternating strides, savoring the taste and flavor of his royal seed.

Hm... it tastes different from licking it off of her hand or tail.

“Gulp!”

Milan's eyes grew wide. Looking down, he caught it at the exact moment Ursula's throat bulged as she swallowed down his seed. He then looked up, catching the moment this mischievous smile spread upon her lips.

Moving forward, Ursula climbed upon the bed of coins, crawling upon it next to Milan... before falling upon it. As she rested there, she propped her head up with one fist, while her other hand drifted over to palm his chest. Gently, she dragged her hand up and down his chest, coaxing the young prince to gaze at her, where she licked her lips hungrily.

But Ursula said not a word. Rather, she clutched his cheek, guiding his gaze down her body. Blue eyes tracing down her form, Milan's gaze fell upon the knot in the middle of her robes. Slowly, the ebony dragoness pulled her hand down to that knot... before slowly sliding it apart to fully reveal her voluptuous body.

The abs on her stomach. Her toned legs and thighs. Her tail that slithered about. And – above all – her hot, moist, pink, cunt.

Oh, yeah, and the thick patch of unshaven pubic hair that surged around her mound.

Ursula was a dragoness as burly as she was brutal, as boorish as she was brash. Of course a woman like her wouldn't care much about shaving down here. And yet, this wasn't a showing of how unscrupulous she was. Quite the opposite, really. No, her unshaven pubic hair felt like another sign that made her so unmistakably Ursula.

Slowly, Milan brought his hand over. Placing it upon Ursula's abs, the Prince of Nilvala gently dragged his fingers down her rippling musculature. A teasing and taunting chuckle left the ebony dragoness' lips, but she remained quiet as she continued propping her head up with her hand. Red eyes tracked on his face, she watched his gaze brighten up with wonder as his hands traveled further and further down.

Ah... so much pubic hair. His fingers brushed along the brutal blonde hairs above her pussy, feeling how slick they were from sweat and arousal. A palpable heat could be felt resonating from her cunt as well, almost burning the air around his fingers. It drove his touch down even further, approaching her cunt... where he stopped.

“No, no, no!” said Ursula as her tail wrapped around his wrist, clinching him, “Keep going, kiddo~. Go ahead. Touch me~”

Milan swallowed his spit and looked up, his eyes meeting Ursula's gaze and the grin she wore. For a moment, he searched for guidance on what to do, but she would give him nothing. A mere wiggle of her eyebrows was all she would 'say', causing his chest to swell.

Yeah. Okay. Touch her. That's easy, right? Just touch her, right? So... well... he moved his fingers in.

Shlick...

“Huh...?”

“Geh heh heh~”

It was so... hot! It was so... wet! It was so... soft. Perhaps the softest area of her body. This pink, moist, hot, throbbing cunt. It oozed nectar around Milan's fingers as he pushed into her slightly. And when he pulled back, bridges of Ursula's lust hung from his digits before snapping off from the distance.

“I...” Clinch! “Nnmph...!”

Ursula's tail around his wrist seized even harder, squeezing upon him and guiding him back down. His fingers and hand curled upon her mound, pressing into her pussy, and causing more of her nectar to ooze upon his digits and palm. Squeezing in, he hooked his fingers upon her pussy, exploring her shapely slit. His middle finger slid along her snatch – again and again – spreading out her nectar, and further coating his digits.

Such a unique shape and feel. Soft, plump, yet with this undeniable strength to them. And the heat which resonated from her cunt felt like he was hovering his hand in front of a furnace. Is this what a woman's most sacred spot is like? Or is this merely another unique aspect belonging to Ursula and Ursula alone?

“Go ahead,” the ebony dragoness said, her finger hooking towards herself, “Harder. I'm a big girl. Geh heh heh~”

Right. He did just finish fucking her mouth before and she didn't complain then, right? So she could handle something as simple as this, right? Honestly, Milan was more worried for himself than he was for her!

Still, curiosity and lust won over, and he hooked his finger. After nuzzling up along her pussy, he began pushing his digit inside of her, causing the dragoness to laugh as her head reclined a bit.

“Lower~” she said, causing him to adjust his finger's aim.

“This lower?”

“A bit more...”

“H-here?”

“Yup~! Geh heh heh~! Go ahead, princely. Push~”

“Nnnggh...!”

His finger saaaaannnk into Ursula's pussy, feeling her mound puff up to clinch around his invasive digit. The heat he felt on the outside was nothing compared to the heat inside. If she felt like a furnace before, then now it was like sticking his hand into a blazing oven! It was hotter in here, wetter too, with her juices coating his finger and tangling around him like a spider's web. And the pressure? Oh, how she clamped around him, making it difficult for him to push his finger deeper and deeper inside.

And yet...

It was all so erotic, all so pleasurable. When his finger sank into her pussy, an audible groan left his lips, and his chest swelled more. Eyes wide, the Prince of Nilvala watched as his finger sank into her pussy, burying it all the way down to the knuckle. And when he could no longer move, he just sat there, basking in the feeling of being inside of her.

And Ursula chuckled. Her randy 'Geh heh hehs!' filled the air as she watched the look of wonder and amazement adorn Milan's face. And then – with a light tugging of her tail around his wrist – she caused his fingers to slide back out to the tip of her pussy... before gesturing with her head.

“Again,” she said, “Push it in me again, kiddo~” Puuuuusshh! “Mm-hmm! Geh heh heh! Yeah! Just like that!”

Milan had no idea if what he was doing was good. In fact, he was convinced he was doing an awful job of... whatever he was doing! But Ursula seemed to enjoy it, if her laughing and encouraging words were anything to go by! So – emboldened – he began pushing his finger deeper and deeper into her pussy, pumping his hand back and forth.

Lewd 'Shluck! Shluk! Sluck!' noises echoed out as Milan fingered Ursula's pussy. His finger would curl and twist inside of her, scrapping at her toned and muscular walls, while feeling her cunt puff up and ooze more of that randy nectar. Panting with his eyes wide and mouth agape, he watched with unabashed fervor as her pussy throbbed around his finger, while she laid back to rest upon her bed of coins fully.

“Yeah~ Nngghh~ That's it~” Ursula moaned, “Now ya really gettin' into it, princely~ Geh heh... aaahh~~”

Moving over, Milan hovered above the ebony dragoness' cunt, getting a better view of her slick, pink pussy. Here, now, he could see its lewd shape, its throbbing clit, and just how much it twitched. Honey oozed endlessly from her snatch, staining his fingers and the bed of coins beneath them. And the more he thrusted his finger inside of her, the more of her nectar oozed from her cunt.

So he fingered her more. He fingered her so fucking match.

Shlip! Shlip! Shluck! Shlip! Shlip!

“Nmph~! Mmm~! Nggghh~! Geh heh heh~!”

The sounds she made – so burly, so strong, so erotic – all filled Milan's ears, pushing him to please her body more. It was like an infinite feedback loop; fingering, moaning, pleasure. Fingering, moaning, pleasure. Fingering, moaning, pleasure!

Milan's gaze zeroed in on her clit. The way it twitched and throbbed glued his eyes to her, and pushed a dangerous thought into his head. He didn't know much about a woman's body, but considering everything they had done so far, and that her legs were spread wide, he took the gamble, pulled over his thumb, and--

Puuuusshh!

“NGH! FUCK YES~!”

That was a good sign!

Milan's finger pushed into her clit. It wasn't much, but a jolt was sent coursing through Ursula's body nonetheless. So he pushed her clit again and again and again, flicking it this way and that way! Each strike made her body buck and twitch, while laughing and exclaiming how much she wanted this! And – again – that only encouraged him further! Until...

Until...

Just earlier, Ursula sucked his dick. She wrapped her possessive lips around his girth, sucked him, licked him, and even let him fuck her mouth until he came down her throat. Now his mouth was beginning to water as he stared at her pink pussy, watching as her hot juices oozed down her digits and stained his hand.

If she sucked him... then... could he... well... you know, right? It would be unbecoming of a prince, right? Then again, having sex with a dangerous bandit in her lair is already unbecoming of a prince, so what's the difference between this and that? So with a twist, Milan pulled his finger from her cunt...

Snap!

“Aaauh~! Nngghh~~~!”

He then locked his eyes upon her pink pussy, and placed his hands on her thighs. Keeping her legs open, he lowered his head towards her cunt, telling the ebony dragoness everything she needed to know.

“Geh heh heh~ go ahead, princely,” she whispered, “Eat me out~”

He had never heard the term 'eat me out' before. And yet, he already knew exactly what it meant.

Milan opened his mouth. Wider... wider... wider still. As wide as he could in order to encapsulate the entirety of Ursula's cunt. And then – finally – he began pushing down.

“Nmmmm~”

“RAHAHAHAHAH~! YEAH!”

Milan's lips pressed upon Ursula's mound as best he could. And with it came an explosion of flavor. She was salty. She was sour. And she was so damn spicy. Her nectar coated his tongue and filled his mouth, making him wheeze ever so slightly. Was that insulting? Ursula didn't seem to mind. If anything, the sound of his struggles only spurned her more!

Ursula's tail wrapped around Milan's neck, giving him a possessive squeeze. Then came her hand as she placed it atop his head, and worked her dangerous claws through his snow-white hair. Her other hand gripped upon one of her busty tits, squeezing it into her possessive palm. And alas, there was this wicked grin that spread upon her lips from cheek to cheek.

Milan was going nowhere, not until she was satisfied. Understanding this – accepting this – the young prince gave a demure look and nodded... before closing his eyes.

“Mmmmmmm~~~”

“Haaahah..!”

His tongue slicked and licked upon her cunt, scooping up mouthful after mouthful of her randy nectar. It oozed down his throat in a slow crawl, her taste bursting upon his pallet and drawing moans from his lips. Those moans would travel through her cunt, causing Ursula to moan and laugh in return, while her grip on his head tightened further.

Each lick caused juices to bubble and flow from her cunt, which stained his tongue and made his chest reverberate. And as his oral continued further and further, bolder and bolder he became. Milan pulled up to her clit, where he licked it... kissed it... wrapped his lips around it to suck upon it... and then he bit it.

“Ngngh~! Yeah~! That's it~! Aaahhhnn~~~”

His teeth ground against that sensitive nub. Hard. She could take it. She could take everything he gave. So why hesitate to bite, and nibble, and lick her as much as he pleased? And when he did, he was rewarded with even more of her flavorful nectar, coaxing him to pull back and return to her slit.

That tunnel he fingered before. If she tasted so good on the outside, then on the inside, she must be amazing! Then he could... maybe... if he was bold enough. Wait. Yes, he is bold enough!

Milan pulled down. After a few more licks upon Ursula's pussy, he located it; the tunnel into her core. He licked her a few more times in tepid strokes... and then he began to puuuuusshhh.

“Nnggghhh~~~!”

“Mmmmmmmmmm...!”

Milan's nimble and nubile tongue slid into her cunt, spreading apart her tight and toned walls. Tipping her head back, a wicked grin spread out on Ursula's lips, while her fingers squeezed her tit even harder, and erotic groans left her lips. It had been a while since a lover had attacked her with such eagerness, and even longer since she was with a virgin.

Was there fumbling? Were there moments he licked too hard, or too soft, or things just didn't align properly? Yes, of course there were. But – in a way – that only added to his charm, coaxing even more groans from her lips as she leaned further and further back.

“Aaaaaahhh~~” Clinch! “Geh heh heh~!”

“Nngh?”

But it wasn't to last.

Ursula's tail around his neck gave a squeeze, causing Milan to lock up. Gazing up, he pulled away from the ebony dragoness' sopping folds, and looked up towards her face. The smirk she wore was as charming as it was brutal, and the way she propped her head up with her fist only added to her roguish allure. Gripping his head, she worked her fingers through his snow-white hair, and pulled him up with a gentle – yet still firm – tug.

“Up, up, up~” said Ursula in a taunting manner, “Come up here, princely~”

Milan obeyed, pulling his head away from the ebony dragoness' cunt. Crawling up her tall and bulky body, he reached just high enough for his head to 'Smack!' into her busty tits. They wobbled around him, drew a moan from him too. He thought about laying here for a few moments, but a sudden 'Clinch!' of Ursula's tail caused him to groan.

Placing her hand upon his shoulder, the Bandit Dragon Thief pushed into Milan, forcing him to lean upright. Eyes wide, he stared upon her face, watching as that sultry grin of her spread wider and wider. Did she... want to kiss him? He thought that, especially when her hand began to stroke and curl at his chin. But, no, that's not what she wanted. Instead, Ursula's hand slid down his body, coming to his crotch.

“Nngghh...!”

Milan groaned as her hand began teasing his length. Her scales graced his length, while her claws teased his pulsing veins. She then gripped him tight, forcing another grunt from his lips as she began jerking him off. Not enough to make him cum, but enough to tease him, to toy with him, to torture him in the most erotic manner possibly.

“Ngghh~ Haaahh...! U-Ursulaaaa...!” he whimpered, to which the dragoness licked her lips hungrily.

“Geh heh heh~!”

Under her erotic guidance, Milan felt his cock being angled down. Gently now, he felt the head of his length push up against her sweltering folds, the heat of her pussy teasing his length. Back arching and pushing out his chest, the young prince gave another moan; his teeth biting into his bottom lip and his eyes closing shut. Ursula chuckled as her hand left his length to wrap around his back, where her powerful and possessive palms brushed along him.

“Go ahead, princely,” she cooed, her taunting voice dripping with mischief, “Stick it in me. You're a smart one; I'm sure of it. So...” she gestured inward, “Just fuck me already~”

Her words racing through his mind on repeat, Milan gazed down. First he stared upon her smirking face, then he looked upon her busty tits, and finally, he perversely leered at the tip of his cock as it pressed against her sweltering heat. Pushing lightly against her, the feeling of her slit grinding against his dickhead made him moan out.

He could barely restrain himself. Should he just slam in? Or should he take his time? Should he fuck her? Or make love to her? Could he make love to this brutal bandit who he just met mere hours ago? Why were all these thoughts racing through his head in the first place? What should he do!?

“RAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Ursula's burly laugh snapped him into place. It bounced in his ears, even caused objects and money in her vault to rattle and jiggle. That laugh? That laugh told him everything he needed to know. He was taking this too seriously. He was in this vault filled with millions of stolen riches. His body was naked and adorned with sweat, while the vault's owner – this tall, powerful, voluptuous, roguish bandit thief – laid beneath him with her legs spread. Steam flowed from her nostrils, and he saw a light fire flow from within her jaw, all while she looked up at him with this dangerous smile on her lips.

This was as far from how he imagined his first time going. As the crowned prince of Nilvala, he imagined his first time being with a royal consort; perhaps a princess from a distant land, or even Nitalie, his childhood friend. Instead, his first time would be here, with this dangerous criminal wanted by several different kingdoms.

So it was best to discard his royal nature. Give up on his ideas of purity and chastity. Remove any thoughts of princes and princesses. Instead, embrace the here and now. Embrace the young man he was, and the voluptuous woman she was. Accept that – here and now – they were naught more than animals. Reckless, carnal, hedonistic, animals.

Indulge in the pleasures of flesh and scale!

Reaching down, Milan gripped his length by the shaft, and began pushing it against Ursula's sweltering tunnel. It took a bit of nuzzling – he had to angle himself up and down – before he finally found the path to her core. The heat of her cunt continued to wrap around his length, and he moaned aloud with need and lust. But he wouldn't stop here, and steadily began to puuuuuuussshhhh!

“Nnnggghh~~~! Haaaaahh!”

“Yeeaaaaasssss~~~! Rrreeeeeehh~!”

Finally – at long last – his cock began to spear Ursula's folds. Inch by inch he worked his dick into her, moaning as her heated depths wrapped around his throbbing length. He thought he understood how hot she was when he fingered her. He thought he understood how hot she was when he ate her out. But now, he truly understood the depths of a dragon's fire as his cock took the plunge into her moist, simmering, powerful depths.

Ursula's cunt worked Milan up and down, swallowing him to the hilt with this possessive grasp befitting a master thief such as herself. Her pussy wasn't just how; it was strong too. The ebony dragoness was a tower of muscle and scales, and dammit, he was understanding just how vast the difference between them was! As he sank and sank and saaaaannnk, her pussy squeezed him down; harder and harder and haaarrdeeeeerr.

Milan couldn't stop pushing, not until there was physically nowhere left for him to go. Deeper. Deeper. Deeeepeeeeerr. Until finally...

Pat...

His hips met her hips, feeling the toned strength of her thighs and hips wrap around him.

Back arching and chest pushed out, the young prince let out a long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy as pleasure wrapped around him. Ursula's cunt clamped around his cock, being vice like, possessive, and refusing to let go. He felt every individual ridge and fold of her pussy as she wrapped around him, downright molding itself to the rigid length within her. And with her juices tangling around him, he was held hostage within her grasp, and given nowhere to move.

Not that he wanted to move, of course.

Recoiling from his penetration, Milan leaned forward and placed his hands upon Ursula's flat abs. There – beneath all of this flesh and scales – his length had slid into her body. He wasn't the most well-endowed lover for such a big and powerful woman, but a part of him took pride knowing that he was giving her some pleasure.

“Geh heh heh~ you're really feelin' it now, ain't ya, princely?” Ursula quipped as she placed her hand upon the curve of his shoulder, her claws gently sinking into his back, “C'mon. Really swing those hips of yours. I can take it~”

“Mm-hm!”

Milan knew not the art of sex. He knew how it was performed, but those were thanks to his studies. Stuffy text books and stuffier tutors are suitable teachers, yes, but they are not replacements for the real deal. There's a difference between the act of sexual intercourse, and having good sexual intercourse.

One day, Milan would truly understand that difference. For his first time however? Well...

Pat! PAT! Pat! Pat! Pat! PatPatPat! PAT PAT PAT!!!

“AAH~!? HAAAH? AAAHNNN~~~!”

“GEH HEH HEH~~~!”

The young prince of Nilvala was overcome with pleasure and need, his hips swinging with the same desperation he showed when fucking her mouth. Some thrusts were shallow and weak, other thrusts were strong and brutal. A few thrusts were even perfect, towing the line between wild pleasure and precise aim.

In the end, it mattered not. All of his thrusts were incredibly pleasing for Ursula.

The ebony dragoness' laughs and moans mixed together, bouncing off the walls of the vault as the young prince pounded into her pussy. Clutching him closer, she watched as he puffed out his chest, and let loose an endless stream of moans, groans, and pants. There were even times where he cutely whimpered out her name!

“Reheeeheee... nhaaahh~”

But for as overbearing and confident as she was and appeared to be, Ursula could not stop the moans from escaping her mouth. His cock may not have been the largest she's experienced, but damn did it carve her out at an erotic pace. The way it dragged along her walls, plucking and toying with each ridge, sent shudders down her spine. She clutched him even harder, while her red eyes stared into his blue ones, watching as they quivered and quaked with barely restrained ecstasy.

Guh. Damn. His hips were really rushing. Pounding and pounding and pounding, putting all of his body weight behind each thrust. It sent quakes throughout her voluptuous form, making her breasts bounce up to the bottom of her chin.

Gritting her teeth, Ursula recoiled lightly, and her legs gripped his hips tighter. Milan was given even less space to maneuver in, but that didn't stop him from thrusting even harder into her awaiting cunt. More and more he built his pleasure, his body downright steaming with lust.

“Ursula~” he whimpered, “Nnggh...! Ursula! UrsulaUrsulaUrsula~~~!”

“Geh heh~ Hnnn~ What's wrong, kiddo?” she sarcastically asked as she gripped his shoulder with her other hand, the both of them clinching and drawing him in close, “Are you gonna cum? Hm? Is that it? You're gonna let loose aaaallll of that princely cum in your balls?”

“Mm-hm!” he shamelessly answered, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as his eyes screwed shut, “I-I-I-I-I! Nngghh...!”

“Go ahead. Geh heh heh~! I wanna hear you say it.”

“Nggh...! Mmmph! Haahnnn~ Cumming!” Milan announced, “I'm cumming! Nnggh...! I'm gonna-” SPURT! “OH!?”

“Nngggghhhh~~~”

When it came, it came thick, it came hot, and it came hard.

Deep in Ursula's cunt, Milan's dick flowed, letting loose a torrent of jizz that rushed to fill the ebony dragoness' pussy. White-hot 'SPURT!' after white-hot 'SPLURT!' flowed into her awaiting cunt, painting her pink walls white with cum. And as he came, Milan's eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

He didn't move. He couldn't move. Almost instinctively, he knew to wiggle and grind himself against Ursula's slit, drawing out his orgasm just that much longer.

And Ursula felt it. Every inch of her cunt that was stained by cum, she felt on a finite level. And she did it all while holding him there, gripping his shoulders with her claws, and squeezing his hips with her legs. No movement. No escape. She was like a trap, one that was going to wring all the royal seed out of his balls.

Each and every 'SPURT'. It all belonged to her.

Plap!

“Oooooooh...”

No one told him that sex could be so... draining.

The moment his orgasm petered off, Milan fell face-first into her breasts. His sweaty cheek pressed against her sweaty chest, while drool began to hang from his lips. Chuckling, Ursula pulled her hand up and lazily dragged it through the prince's hair. He looked back at her as best he could, still dazed following his orgasm, but not so dazed that the monstrous grin on her lips did not register to him.

Her sultry chuckles flowing through the air, Ursula pulled up her hand and draped it upon Milan's shoulder and back. Sweat oozed down his form, his body racked with exhaustion after his spirited session. For his first time having sex, he did a pretty good job... even if most women would argue he was being too wild. That's not an issue for Usula though; she likes it wild.

She also likes a guy with a lot of stamina~

Grip! Grab!

“Wh-wha?” Flip! “WHAT!?” Clang! “Oof!?”

Without warning, Ursula grabbed Milan by the shoulders, gripped him tight, and then flipped him around. Coins were tossed up by the light impact, while the prince grunted in light pain. He struggled briefly, but the ebony dragoness' claws were gripping his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the bed of coins. She loomed above, her body casting him in her shadows.

Looking up meekly, Milan's eyes met Ursula's, which were bright, red, and filled with lust. Likewise for her blushing red cheeks... and the powerful grin on her serrated teeth.

“Not yet, Princely,” said the Bandit Dragon Thief as she placed her curled finger to his chin, rubbing him with surprising gentleness, “The night's still young, and it gets really cold outside of these stone walls. So we really have to make sure we get all hot and steamy~ Geh heh heh~”

“Ngh...! B-but I--”

“But nothing,” Ursula snapped, her hand slipping down towards his flaccid cock, “You promised me a reward for taking care of your royal ass, didn't you? Well then... reward me~”

“But I-- Oh~!?”

Gripping his cock, Ursula began jerking him off; back and forth. His dick was still sensitive following his orgasm, and fingers stroking back and forth sent quakes racing through him. Chest heaving, he began panting desperately, while the teasing to his length forced him back to maximum. And now as it stood long and hard, Ursula pressed her pussy up against his dick, rubbing him tauntingly.

“Get ready, Milan~”

“Ngh...!”

Push!

…

He was a fool. He was a large, royal fool.

When he heard of the horrors of Titans Valley, he scoffed. A lawless land filled with bandits and criminals? Name a desert that isn't home to bandits and criminals. He had some of his best men with him, he had hired veteran guards, and he himself was confident in his combat skills. Besides, he was a king. Bandits would be brazen and foolish to attack someone like him!

But they did attack someone like him. And despite his confidence and his skills in battle, he and his entourage fell. Many were killed, others ran like the cowards they were, and when it was all over, only he was alive.

Somehow.

In the attack, he had lost track of himself and his enemies. The desert sands were blinding and restricting, doubly so when the wind began to stir. He had fought against them as best he could, but when it was over, they were gone... and so was his son.

King Nagus. He was the sovereign of the newly-formed nation of Nilvala. And now, he feared, he would be its first royal death. And if that may be, then so be it! He would face his death as he had when waging war against the Empire of Empire! What he could not accept was the death of his son.

Milan...

Like an ignorant fool, he brought his son with him, thinking this trip would instill knowledge and wisdom within the young prince. To go beyond the walls of their kingdom and visit distant lands, to learn of new cultures and customs, would be a growing experience for him. It would also help foster strong relations between their nations, sowing the seeds for a stronger union in the future.

If only they heeded the warnings of others. If only they avoid the easy path through Titans Valley. If only...

If only...

King Nagus survived the attack on his carriage. He even survived the chilling night of the desert by relying on his survival skills from his war days. But now as the morning sun crested over the horizon, he thought not of escaping the valley, but of traveling deeper inside. Was it foolish? Incredibly so. But if he did the opposite, he would abandon his son, and that is not something he would ever do.

So the burly king traveled deeper into the sands, brandishing his sword while clinging to the tattered remains of his royal cape. He cared not if it acted like a beacon for other bandits to attack him. Quite the opposite really; he preferred it. Perhaps the same gang that kidnapped his son would reveal themselves, allowing him to storm their hideout.

His only prayer was that Milan was alive and relatively unharmed. Until he found him, he would keep pushing.

Deeper.

But as he traveled through this deadly desert, he saw a figure standing in the distance. The wasteland was hazy with morning light and drifting sands, but through it, he could see the vague outline of a humanoid figure standing before him. Confused, he stumbled towards the figure, thinking it was a mirage at first. But the closer and closer he moved, the more and more defined it became.

It was a tall figure. It was a mighty figure. It was a figure clad in a black cloak. And it was a figure holding a body. And as he approached it, King Nagus realized that this was a familiar body. It was his son's body. It was...

“MILAN!?”

Rushing forward on desperate feet, King Nagus stumbled a few times, before skidding to a halt before this cloaked figure. He could not see this figure's face for the hood was pulled down to just their nose, but he could tell they were a woman thanks to the curves of her body. And in her arms she held his son, exhausted and drained... but alive.

Mouth agape, no words left the king save for nonsensical babbling. He was so stunned, flabbergasted, that he couldn't even think straight, let alone speak. He hadn't even realized that what held his son was not human hands, but the ebony scales of a reptile. But the cloaked woman – whoever she was – remained emotionless and expressionless. Gently, she brought Milan's sleeping body forward, offering him to his father. King Nagus didn't hesitate, as he took his son from the towering figure.

Softly, he brushed his palm along his son's sweaty cheek. Milan groaned back, but remained unconscious. He was alive. He was healthy. And – most importantly – he would make a full recovery. Aside from a few scrapes and bruises, he would make a full recovery.

A swelling of emotions surged through King Nagus at that moment. Happiness, relief, sadness, confusion; all of these feelings and more rushed through him. Before he knew it, he was crying tears of joy now that his son had been returned to him. And all he could say was--

“Thank you...” he looked up to the cloak figure, “Wh-whoever you are... whatever you are. Thank you. By Auros's light, I thank you!”

The figure did not respond. She did not speak. She did not smile. She did not laugh. She merely stood there, gazing at him from the darkness of her hood. Until, with a mighty--

Flap-Flap!

Wings emerged at her back.

They were black, and they extended outwards with a monstrous wingspan. They then performed a mighty flap which sent out a powerful gust of wind that blew away sand, and caused King Nagus' tattered cape to waver in the wind. This flap was followed by another, and another, and another, before the mysterious woman took off to the heavens with a thunderous--

SWOOOOOSSSH!!!

She laughed into the sky... where she vanished against the darkness of the morning sky. And King Nagus stood there, clutching Milan in his arms as he watched the cloak woman's figure disappear from sight.

In Nilvala, dragons were seen as mystical creatures. They were ageless, intelligent, powerful, and near infinite sources of wisdom. They were also thought of as being dangerous and destructive creatures; beings capable of razing the land with their flaming breath, and leaving nothing in its wake.

But if you were to read historical texts of Nilvala now, you'd see a shift. These once mystical, unknowable and dangerous creatures would become known as protectors, defenders... and saviors for those who are lost.

And it all began with the mysterious Ebony Dragoness, and the future king she saved.