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Jaina froze. She chanced a look back to see a shambling figure approaching her. Mossy leather jacket, burned leather pants, crooked nose and drooping eyes. Pen! He limped towards her, pressing his crutch with determination. An erupting hiss drew her attention back towards Storm. The dragon arched his head, growling and biting at nothingness. Jaina felt dizzy, trapped between lust and sudden realization. The blood inside her churned, her head felt heavy, and her thighs shivered with remembrance.

But Pen--

A force hit her in the chest. Jaina staggered, scrambled for purchase, found none, then fell on her back. Bursts of color stole her vision for a moment. Jaina blinked. She took a deep breath, then another, and her vision returned. A mass of flesh hang from the cream-scaled belly she found herself under. It throbbed once, spreading the narrow hole nested between the two ridges of flesh. Jaina placed a hand on the ground, but her frail arm crumbled and gave in under her weight.

Storm arched his neck back, wheezing, his nostrils flared. The lump of his underbelly grew in size and length, acquiring a serpentine shape. Jaina's breath caught at the sight. It was big. Bigger than she imagined. And it pulsed in unison with her frenzied heartbeats.

Storm, not yet, not here, not now, not like this, she wanted to say, but no sound left her parched throat. The dragon closed in the distance between them. He thrust his erect member forward, past Jaina's arm, past her trembling legs, into her belly. Each motion gained speed and momentum, until Jaina squeezed his member between her knees.

Jaina yelped, and Storm growled. As soon as Jaina released him, a mighty throb racked its length. Its tip turned damp and translucent as the member convulsed once, twice. Something dripped from it.

Jaina didn't wait to find out what it was. Pen was about to do that, and more.

She almost got up when Storm's member pushed into her. A hand rushed forward, gripping the swollen rod. Warm slime met perspiration as Jaina touched it. The warmth was so intense, and the flesh hardened like rock. Her hand slipped. The dragon's yowl pierced her ears, and his huge member pushed hard against her.

Jaina's scream was a muffled yelp. She brought her arms forward, blocking the member. The hard tip met her palms. Jaina's hands frantically searched for ways to grip it, but to no avail. It was too big, too slimy, and restless like an enraged beast. Jaina's palms ran over the tip and the soft ridges of the member. Another thrust followed, shaking her hands off. The member somehow wriggled between her thighs, throbbing whenever it made contact with her skin. Storm growled throatily and crouched into a mating position, probing with his member for a hole too insignificant for him. Jaina tried to push it away from her thighs, but the dragon had none of it. The member jerked forward and straight for her nether lips. The blunt tip bounced off, and Jaina had to grab the slimy serpent.

So hard. Like damp rock. Jaina tightened one hand around it while she ran the other across its throbbing length until she stopped at the tip.

Not a heartbeat passed, and Storm unleashed the burden secreted inside that huge member. The warm seed shot out with untamed force. Jaina gasped for air, and salty, scalding hot seed entered instead. Her belly was soaked, then her breasts. The mighty throbs shot wave after wave, slamming against her body like heated water. Jaina choked and spit the gooey fluid, struggling for a breath. Heat claimed her body and lust flared inside her like sudden flame. Storm. Storm had, no. He tried mating her!

Jaina shivered, both from pleasure and shock. Seed descended down her chest, between her breasts and down her belly. The trickling warmth felt unbearable, more so when it found its way between her legs. Jaina's vision flickered. Pleasure took her like sudden storm. Her body tensed, ready to expel the fire within.

Jaina yelped. Pressure welled within her, ready to burst. A burning snake rushed from between her legs, burning her flesh with searing pleasure. Jaina's throat tightened. The yell came out as muffled. Jaina bit her cheek. The taste of blood was all she remembered before weakness washed over her body, claiming her. Darkness engulfed her

The queen's eyes opened to a burning slap on the cheek. " Awake, my queen?"

Her hand touched claws when she tried to rise. She was still in Storm's pen, she realized. Sheltered between belly on one side and tail on the other. She grabbed the tail with two trembling arms and pulled it close to her. Warmth. Her chilled flesh needed it. Jaina pushed herself into Storm's belly and covered herself with a limp wing.

Pen's head followed her under the tawny membrane. "Are you well?"

Jaina nodded. She felt dizzy for a brief moment before clarity rushed with the riptide of blood and adrenaline.

"Mhm," the handler grumbled. "Bit of a loud one, he's. More so today than the others," Pen said. His face loomed above her, a head without body. His face was deformed by ridges and ravines. The twin scars on his cheek were hideous on those parched cheeks.

"I--I don't--I'm not sure why he's--he's behaving erratically," Jaina said, adding a crooked smile meant to confuse the simpleton.

Pen glanced at Storm, then back at her, his expression flat. "Heat's got something to do with it."

Jaina arched her eyebrows. "He is--"

"Didn't say it's his heat." Pen revealed a row of yellow, rotten teeth. Or whatever was left of it. The bottom was just stinking flesh with a few protrusions that barely passed for teeth. "A woman's warmth always quickens the seed."

Jaina turned her head away from those rotten teeth. "Do not tell the king." Her hand grabbed his. It felt like rock, with all those calluses. "I beg you."

"Will not. Already got burden all over you," Pen sketched a smile.

Jaina flushed. Her flesh still begged for warmth, but the surge of blood calmed the errant shivers.

"You'll need new dress," Pen smirked.

"Seems so," Jaina chuckled nervously. The warmth of embarrassment relieved her of the tremors. The dress she wore was still slick with seed. Jaina searched for something inside a sticky compartment. Her trembling fingers found the smooth, bulged texture of a coin pouch.

"Take this," she flung her leather pouch at Pen. He grabbed it from the air.

"Move quickly, and I will see you properly rewarded."

The keeper left. Jaina sighed. He noticed. He knew. But he didn't say anything. Was this a common sight for him? She didn't ponder for the answer as the dress fell off her. With a groan, Jaina relieved herself of the burden of cloth before cuddling next to her dragon. Worries had a strange way of vanishing when the touch of scales fell upon her bare palms.

Storm's wing stirred. The horned head poked forth, sniffing. Tongue replaced the warm puffs of air.

"Shush, loved one. Nobody will know," Jaina said. The rough warmth went down her neck and past her stiff breasts. Jaina's cupped Storm's snout, kissing it. Praise left her mouth with each kiss. She spoke of scales, values, and beauty. With each word, Storm's snout lowered, his breath hot upon her stomach. It slid down, further down, until Jaina gasped.

She got to loyalty when the same scalding shivers took her. Jaina clenched her teeth. "N---nghhhh." She pushed the snout away, but she couldn't prevent the agile tongue's tip from breaching her sanctuary. "Nhooooh!"

Storm stubbornly pushed his head past the restraining grip, his tongue darting for her lower lips. One more lick. Then another. Liquid pleasure rushed down her thighs. Jaina yelped, scrambling on her fours. She couldn't. Couldn't allow a dragon to take her this way; on her fours, like an animal.

Jaina fled towards the door. Storm followed suit. Jaina had to scream and slap him repeatedly to get his attention. "Stay. You stay. Stay I say!" Minutes stretched like taut bowstrings as she waited outside Storm's enclosure. Pen returned with a fresh dress, which he drew back when Jaina reached for it.

"Bath first, dress after?"

The hardened seed upon her skin began to crust and flake. Jaina nodded, her throat too parched to allow words. She followed pen to his quarters where a barrel of cold but clean water waited for her. Jaina scrunched her nose at the water's icy touch, to which Pen smiled, bowed, and left. The imbecile. She'd see him properly rewarded as soon as she would have dealt with Relan.

She thought of him while the water's frigid embrace drained her warmth. He was like the water: cold, impassive, and bending only to the whims of others. Yet he was her husband, and a king. A king through which she found Storm.

Memories of him kept her warm throughout the ordeal. His breath, hot upon her breasts. His scales, rough and smooth at the same time. The wing, a warm, living blanket which she could drape over herself over and over again.

Soon, she thought. Much sooner than Relan realized. She donned the clean dress and went straight for the royal palace.

"Took your sweet time with it."

Jaina tensed at the sound. Relan's voice was sharp, sharper than the door's creak that gave her away, fire take it.

"Time's irrelevant to dragons. As it is to many other things."

"Is it, now? If only our enemies shared such profound philosophy. If only you thought the same in our bed."

He sat in his high chair, chin rested on a closed fist. Emerald eyes inspected the paper briefly before they met Jaina.

"I'm tired, Relan," Jaina sipped water from a silver goblet and crashed in an armchair next to the desk. She put the goblet back next to the ink and quills, then leaned into the chair. She mourned the lack of a bed inside the study. "Storm's been giddy with excitement. He can barely stretch his limbs inside that pen, let alone his wings.

"You have a keen sight for dragons and their needs," Relan said. A quill appeared in his hand. The scribbling sound was like sword upon wood: rough and irritating. "Would that such insight extended to more important matters.

"Morning sun shall reveal answers."

"There's light enough in the room," Relan said. He dropped his quill and matched her gaze. Jaina held it. She held it until water crept from her skin and the dress became a sweltering prison.

"What do you need, Relan? That raucous bunch of peasants to whisper worries into your ear? They see enemies at every corner, find threat in simple bread, and scourge boys that pose as spies. Boys! More walking twigs than urchins."

"I had no part in that," he said. "Yet the council deems it necessary."

"Do you? What does the king think?"

Relan's gaze drooped. She had him in her fetters. "Control. You always prized it. Yet I fear it's slipping from your grasp because of the lies these 'councilors' smeared you with. They're eels. Slippery, oily eels."

"That's all I have." Relan's voice shook with the weight of a crumbling empire. "That's all our people have."

"They should make due with less."

"Less?" he raised an eyebrow, voice tensing. "What are you suggesting? Tell me plainly."

"Disband the council. They've never been of use. I always tried to--"

"You tried, wife. And failed," a scroll shifted as a heavy sigh left Relan's throat. "You no longer care to look upon the kingdom. Upon what we've built."

"Because I am never allowed to speak! You've always put the council above me!" Jaina snapped.

Relan looked at her, nibbling on his lip A moment passed, then a blink. Two became three. Silence.

"There's a reason for that," Relan said.

"It certainly is," Jaina adjusted in her chair. "You no longer trust me."

"How can I? You have eyes only for that beast. A messenger came from the Keep," Relan stopped.

Gods be damned. The king knew. Jaina felt trickles of heat rushing from her stomach.

"Telling you what?" Jaina asked.

Relan licked his lips, then unfolded a scroll. Jaina relaxed. Maybe he didn't ...

"He told me of your dragon's urges. We cannot afford such distractions. Have your Storm breed to my Lightning, and turn thoughts from further embarrassment."

Jaina ignored the last part. Opportunity to change the subject presented itself, and she took it without thinking."You finally move to strike your foes?"

"No, dear wife," Relan rose. "I want your dragon bred and out of sight before something like...what you did repeats."

"Wha--"

"I've been told. I'm the king, gods be damned!"

Jaina opened her mouth. Words refused to come out. The curtains danced before her eyes, and the quills extended their length.

Relan's eyebrows closed in like two storm clouds. The scroll flew from his hand. A thud followed, the sound of fist upon wood.

"I expected a commoner, a keeper to...but you...a dragon. Your own dragon!" The king shouted the last words. "My queen!"

Jaina sunk into her chair, hands to her temples. She wanted to melt into that soft cushion and disappear. There was no way out. Or was it? She took two deep breath. Coherent shapes returned, along with a chill in the rush of blood.

"A mere fantasy born of unquenched lust. It will not repea--"

"That's it?" Relan was upon her in several steps. "That's what nobles say when they frequent the brothel. But you're better than that, my queen." His last words were hard and painful, like the clutch around her wrists.

Jaina squirmed to no avail against his muscular chest, against his thick, muscular arms.

"You would know about it, wouldn't you?" she spat.

"I know about loyalty, woman!" His lips covered hers for a brief moment, soft and moist and--

Jaina swerved her head from his kiss. How dare he?!

"I have none other in my bed but you."

"As do I," Jaina cut back. "I haven't lain with anyone."

"A dragon is not anyone," Relan panted. His face was all red and flustered. Jaina touched his cheek. A brutish grip denied it.

"It is a part of me, as are you. I care about Storm."

"Enough to lay with him?"

"I haven't!" Jaina pushed herself up. "I gave pleasure with my hands. I wish you had considered that when---"

The king looked at her in disbelief. His voice boomed like thunder. "Duty above pleasure!"

"Two terms unknown to your limp cock."

Relan blinked once, his face unmoving. He blinked again. Jaina leaped out of her chair. A hand moved to grab her. She jumped to the side, aiming for the door. Relan turned towards her. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. He wiped the rebellious water away, but not before Jaina stormed out of the room. Her eyes moistened. Relan never deserved that last remark. King to a crumbling kingdom, father to a stillborn heir. He didn't deserve any of it.

Jaina drew a deep breath and strengthened her resolve. She couldn't cry for Relan. She had no reason to. The man mistreated her even since her womb birthed his dead son into the world. He changed, and not for the better.

"Fire take him and his kingdom," Jaina grumbled. "Those loyal subjects never did anything for me. Why should I?"She took the long corridor, then the stairs down to the main gate. Servants came and left, heads bowed and words soft as they greeted her.

Jaina ignored them. She spent the rest of the day with Storm. Thinking about it, she realized the dragon was the only being she cared about in that moment. The court reunited only once a week, and the few errands she had for the day had been taken care of. Coin had a way of solving everything.

She was in the royal forest when the heat of noon hit. Leaning against Storm's chest, she watched the clouds. They sailed slow, like her thoughts. Storm filled her mind. She cared much for the dragon. Whole days she spent flying on his back or playing in the grass. Everything about Storm was pleasing. Jaina never realized how much until the start of this eventful day. Why was she feeling this way? Storm had been a companion. A shard chipped from the same material as her being. She knew him even better than Relan, yet her feelings towards the dragon blazed far brighter than for any human. Why?

Why?

"Is it strange for a dragon to have two mates?" The queen stroke the length of his neck. "Is it even possible?"

Storm growled softly and pushed his head further into the caressing hands. "So caring...So dear," Jaina whispered. How many month passed since she said the same words to her husband? Two? Three? Five? Memories passed through her mind like breeze upon skin. The great wedding, with its bright colors and thousand attendants, the first bedding, bathed in fear and reluctance. Jaina smiled. She was but a child then. What queen was afraid of her own husband? Silly! Relan was an imposing prince, yet his gentle side bloomed when they were alone. Jaina's skin prickled as she remembered the lush forests she visited and the green hills she climbed with her lover's hand clutched in her own. Days were warmer, nights more gentle, and things much simpler. Time changed so much...

Storm curled around Jaina, lowering his head on a paw. Jaina guided him onto her lap, kissing the warm scales between the dragon's nostrils. "He was like you. Strong, brave, unrelenting. Words were a breeze to his judgment, and eyes never settled on something but me. His queen," Jaina said, tracing the ridges of each scale. "And soft. He was so soft. So delicate. So filled with love...Not unlike you, Storm."

"You care for me deeper than any man can. Words. Pah. Unfit to describe what you and I share."

Jaina lowered herself upon Storm's neck. Her eyes closed to the image of Storm flying. She was there, on his back, heading towards a blazing sunrise. Endless forests stretched below her, and mountains rose on either side. Jaina extended her arms. In the sky, she was truly free. Something gripped her arms. Jaina turned around. Relan stood behind her, face contorted, and eyes weeping. He was not the king she imagined earlier, but the wretch she left behind in the study. "Why?" he asked. "Why?"

Jaina opened her eyes. The sky was streaked with orange and purple. Dusk already? Jaina propped an arm on Storm's neck and stretched. The dragon was still sleeping. Jaina walked around, thinking. Nights were never cold in Storm's presence, but she missed a whole day. Relan would be furious. Deciding against her instinct, Jaina roused Storm and returned to her keep. It wasn't worth losing Storm over a reckless decision, and males were easy enough to satisfy.

Night found her in the king's bed. She found him calm and calculated. Maybe he forgot. Jaina joined him inside the bed. She caressed his muscular back, whispering his name Not even five heartbeats passed when he was upon her. Jaina stifled a moan as he kissed her. His body pressed hard against her breasts, drawing the breath out of her. The presence poking between her legs became hard as his muscles. Jaina yelped when he rammed into her. No words were shared. No kisses followed. Just mindless thrusts. The king's grunting and the creaks of the bed filled the silence, along with Jaina's rapid breath. She reached her peak twice, thinking of Storm every time the member dug into her depths. Wings flared, legs tense, and neck stretched, the dragon descended upon her with his massive stick. Jaina screamed as her nether lips contracted, holding the scalding pressure inside. Storm was licking her neck, with that cute snout of his. Another thrust followed. Her teeth pressed against each other. Then another. Her muscles burned with unquenched pleasure. She couldn't hold it in. She had to--

"Ghaaaah!" A growl erupted from Relan's throat. To Jaina, that belonged to Storm. The dragon pushed deep into her, releasing a molten stream of fertile seed. Jaina's defenses collapsed, and fire rushed out of her in a numbing tide.

"How much do you love him?" Relan asked, his callused fingers rolling over her breast.

"Quite much," Jaina whispered. "Hard to choose between you and him."

He scoffed. That's all he did for the past hour. Maybe more. Jaina talked about some of her feelings towards Storm, but Relan never acknowledged them. Dragons were beasts, nothing else. What she felt was nothing more than an exaggerated bond, he said.

Jaina sighed. Sleep came hard with such irritable presence next to her . The gale of words never ceased. Relan clung to his views like weeds upon castle walls.

"Dragons are beasts. Nothing more, as much as your infatuation craves to believe. They do not think as we do."

"You learned that from the few minutes you spent staring at your own dragon, dear husbad?" Jaina countered. It was the eleventh time he repeated himself.

"I have--"

"A kingdom to rule, a queen to bed, and enemies to kill. And a dragon you raised from infancy." She turned to face him. "Words rub off on people, Relan. But bonds are formed."

Relan remained silent for a moment. With a groan, he turned to the side and clutched his pillow.

"When will you learn, woman?. Men are important. Men! They work, fight, trade. What are beasts doing?"

Jaina's eyes widened. She opened her mouth to speak, but Relan cut her off. "They lay inside pens, eating our goats and sleeping all day. Like those nobles you keep whining about."

She slapped away his insolent smile. "How can you say that?" When he raised his hand to the reddening cheek, she slapped the other. A savage cry burst from Relan's throat, loud and terrifying. Before Jaina had the time to draw back, her wrists were already shackled by his brutish hands. And it seethed. It seethed so much she screamed.

"How little you know, woman," Relan growled. His breath cut her own. It reeked of onions, cheese and a deep, boiling envy. "Pups, they are. Dogs. Good for a pat, and useless in a war. Do you know what happens to such animals when starvation follows in a battle's wake?"

Jaina nodded. Tears stung her eyes, and her wrists threatened to break under Relan's unrelenting grip.

"They are skinned, eaten, then turned to a pelt to ward off night's chill," Relan said, testing every word upon his cracked lips. "The same will happen to Storm, and Lightning, and every dragon in the stable if your wits do not fall into place."

Jaina gasped and fell in a heap after Relan released her. Relan was unyielding when throwing one of his fits. She took a deep breath to hold her composure, removed the strand of hairs from her eyes, and eyed him coolly. "They have. Come morning, and you shall have my reply."

"Good. Responsibility. Took your sweet time to learn it," Relan grumbled and patted the pillow. "Get inside bed."

Jaina smiled. Not today. The furs covering her loins flew. Storming from the cushy mattress, Jaina revealed her naked form to the coolness of the chamber. Her flesh shivered as she walked towards the door.

"Where are you going? Get inside bed!"

Jaina remained silent. Stone felt cold under her trembling feet. The chamber dark enough to blur any shapes, but Jaina knew it intimately.

"You'll get the shivers, you fire-stricken woman!" Relan climbed out of the bed. Jaina heard him just as she pulled the door's handle.

"Jaina!" Relan called.

She went out into the gloomy lit corridor, and aimed for the servant's quarters. She found an empty bed and covered herself with the thickest furs she found.

Jaina thought about Relan while her muscles twitched and vibrated. He was a fool. A king of what? He discarded loyalty in favor of shady deals, honor for gain in battle, and love. Love? Jaina clutched her belly, then traced it between her legs. The king's seed still coated her lips, cold and sticky as the man himself. Jaina shivered. He loved his people more than her. That was known. But why mate her? Relan didn't love her as Storm did. A spike of fear went up her spine. The more she pondered on the thoughts, the harder flesh trembled. Thoughts and regrets flowed through her mind, along with self inflicted insults. Fool, fool, fool, Jaina thought to herself. Men and beasts are not supposed to lay. Relan loves you. You just refuse to accept. Think too much around that. Fool, fool, fool. Dragon? Storm? What is he to you?

"Where to, my queen?" Renzo the guard asked.

She said nothing. That decision was made before she woke up. When the dragon's keep was within reach, gates parted in remembrance.

"Shall I saddle him?" Pen asked once he fulfilled the morning formalities.

Jaina shook her head. "I will see to that."

Storm bounced in his pen before Jaina finished climbing the last pair of stairs. He was beaming this morning. In contrast, she felt tired, sore, and used. Jaina trudged towards Storm's chamber and opened the heavy door with throatily groan.

The dragon crouched, tail swishing behind his stretched wings. He leapt with a growl. Chains rattled like vipers at the sudden pull.

"Calm," Jaina said, approaching with slow steps. Storm pawed and huffed, licking at the emptiness before his snout.

"Be still already!" Approaching through a storm of claws and wings took patience and understanding. Jaina still had scars from her past visits; memories carved upon flesh. She maneuvered around his front feet and moved around until the dragon's energy dwindled.

"We'll fly. We are going to fly away, past the hills and the King's Woods, and far towards the mountains." Storm laid on his belly. Amber eyes stared at her, burning with unmatched intensity. Jaina ran and quickly cupped the dragon's snout between her hands. Storm growled and whimpered, pushing into her chest. Jaina giggled and laughed as she was assaulted with frantic nuzzles and licks. We will fly," she almost choked. "As soon as you let me place saddle upon back."

Soon turned to be a deceptive term when a dragon was involved. Storm's affections lasted for a while before he finally allowed the queen to maneuver around him.

"There," Jaina jumped off from the dragon's back. She crouched under the wing, near the pale-scaled belly and tied the last straps. "Persistence always pays off."

Storm brought his snout towards her and nibbled at the leather. "Leave it."

The dragon looked at her, then pulled at the straps. Jaina slapped his head. "Stop!" Storm blinked, releasing a soft growl. Jaina smiled, then caressed his nostrils, and then each side of his maw.. "Dear one," she cooed, "I hope you know how much I care for you. How much I love you."

Storm looked her, unblinking. Black slits shrunk as the light of the morning poured from above. Jaina closed her eyes for a moment. Storm's eyes glimmered with the intensity of a setting sun. "How perfect the gods have made you..."

Jaina cuddled with the beast for a few moments before climbing onto his back. The dragon growled and looked at her, as if confirming who was in control. Jaina smiled as she tugged the reins.

She had no trouble directing her winged love to the keep's mouth. The corridor was wide enough, and the dragon pens separated by a generous distance. She eyed the mouth, an opening taller than four men stacked on top of each other.

The stone spires of MageQuarter rose defiantly against the sky. Jaina eyed the spiraling giants. That's where Relan held his meeting today. He wanted to convince the magi of...something. She didn't really remember. War never gripped her attention the way Storm did. The curve of his twin horns was so gentle. How could she not notice that before?

Jaina tugged the reins, urging Storm towards the exit. She was halfway there when the dragon lowered his neck, growling. He turned from sun and fresh air to the cobalt gate. Jaina caught the "Lightning" inscription before her balance wavered.

Storm reared, whining and clawing at the steel frame. Jaina almost fell from the saddle. The cry of steel howled through the chamber.

"Calm, Storm!" She gripped his reins and pulled. "Calm as still wind!"

There was no reason to his actions, only lust. Jaina pulled hard on the reins. "No, Storm. You cannot mate with--" A leap and a flap of wings sent Storm off the ground. Jaina's balance wavered. The stirrups. She forgot to--

Rock met her back, hard and resilient as always. Jaina groaned, teeth pressing against each other. Pain stabbed her bones and tore through her muscles. The queen rose on her knees, coughing. Storm's unsheathed member hang below his hind legs an arm away or so from the ground. It flexed and throbbed as the dragon growled and clawed at the gate.

"You cannot," Jaina stood on her legs. "Cannot mate her." Determination offered strength to her weakened legs. "Storm. Storm!"

The dragon didn't spare a glance. Jaina rushed at the side, slightly ahead of the dragon's muscular hind legs. He was never still, and Jaina had to wait until the proper moment. Heat rushed towards her head at the thought of what she was about to do. Storm pawed once, twice, thrice, then briefly retreated from the door. Jaina wasted no time. She ran, hand extended, and grabbed the head of the engorged member

Storm's reaction was immediate. With a loud hiss, he pushed the muscular member into her arm.

Jaina fought her trembling legs. Storm wasn't the only one throbbing. Her own lips clenched, relaxed, and leaked arousal. Jaina squeezed and kneaded the member, cupping the meat between her palms. The two even lumps were hard and thick with blood and veins. Jaina rubbed vigorously. The tiny protuberances present on the surface tickled her palms, but she didn't stop. Storm's growls became raw and primal. His member tensed and rammed deep into her grip. Jaina gasped. Seed burst forth, splashing against her hands and trickling down her fingers. Her eyes drank in the sight. Few things aroused her more than a male releasing the burden of his seed.

When the last spurt warmed her hand, Jaina worked a small puddle inside a palm and lifted her dress with her free hand. Her cheeks stung under the grip of her teeth. Jaina breathed heavily as she inserted her warm, seed coated fingers between her thighs. Body quakes took her at the faintest touch. Jaina cried and fell on her knees, strangled by the pleasure's grip. Her lips ate her fingers like hungry snakes, and cunt wept with overflowing tears.

"Gh...Ghaaah!" Her jaw was tight, and her teeth hurt. Storm approached his snout, sniffing at the gooey liquid spreading on the dust covered stone. A lithe tongue poked forth, tasting the pearlescent leak.

"Ohh,"Jaina moaned. Her body felt hot and drenched with sweat, but pleasure refused to lessen grip. It fettered her again, tighter and tighter the more Storm lapped at his own fluids.

When her wits returned, Jaina retreated back in the saddle. The morning air was still chill, and she had Storm flying closer to the ground. The dragon radiated, performing different sets of aerial maneuvers. Jaina felt glad for skipping breakfast.

They touched the ground in a meadow far removed from the bustling city. Jaina rested in the high grass, enjoying the warm wind on her skin. Storm growled and pounced, nipping at the tall reeds. He looked magnificent without saddle and reins. Wings flared, neck arched, the dragon was an onyx shard of perfection.

"Night throws veil before you tire," Jaina giggled. Her legs were sore from the hour-long chase, and arms useless after wrestling with the paws of her dragon. She caught several bruises, and the only victory to boast with was pining the dragon's tail.

Even so, she felt fulfilled. The sight of Storm filled her with warmth and peace, the likes which she rarely felt before. The kingdom never concerned her as the dragon did. Relan? Even less. Dragons only had a single mate, from what she knew. Relan was tied to her by quill and paper, nothing else. What the two shared in the past dried like Storm's seed upon her inner thighs.

Jaina opened her arms to welcome the approaching snout. The dragon's nostrils took in her scent. Jaina giggled. That tongue always tickled! Storm passed her breasts when Jaina realized his intentions.

"Storm," she whispered. The dragon kissed her lower lips before, but always through the fabric of her dress. Warmth seeped in. The queen licked her lips and furiously worked on removing the burden of cloth.

"Take what you waaaooooh--" His breath took her before the tongue did. And when that happened, shivers barged in.

"So caring, so dear," Jaina gasped. Her lips desperately tried to take hold of that tongue. To hold it. Plunge it deeper.

"You should...." She caressed his neck with fervor "....be my mate."

Storm pushed his snout further in. The shock sent jaina into pure bliss, and the queen collapsed on the ground. Fluids rushed past the invading tongue and into the grass.

"Ah, oh. AAahhh!"

Storm's snout emerged from the veil of cloth. Jaina kissed it, then hugged it.

"Dear one," she cooed. "Treasured one. I would bear any of your little ones."

The dragon hummed in delight.

Jaina tensed. "Any."

The orb of Eldrynth. The thought hit her like sudden storm.

Jaina saddled her dragon and flew back to the castle. She left Storm in a guard's care as she vaulted up the stairs. Greetings from commoners passed in a blur. The king emerged from his own rooms, questioning her whereabouts.

"Female concerns," Jaina answered and bolted the door shut.

"Doesn't sound like it."

Jaina threw another chair aside and kicked the small table away from the foot of the bed. A chest appeared from underneath. Jaina rotated the key, then opened the wooden lid. Cloth flew around the room. Jewelry followed, then all sorts of minor artifacts. A smile crept on her lips when Jaina touched the spiky glass. She cupped the sphere in her hands, closed her eyes and brought forth Storm's image.

"No," Jaina realized. "Not enough space."

The queen hang the purse over the neck and secreted the orb inside it. Her chest thumped in rhythm with an overly excited heart. She was close. So close. Only the door and the guard stood between--

"Jaina!" a voice called.

She didn't listen. Ezrel the guard threw her a questioning look, absent words.

"Jaina!" Relan thundered from behind. "What in Relor's flame is Storm doing here?

The queen pursed her lips. Gods mocked her with this one's persistence. "You will see. We will not be long."

"But I want you to. Council meeting in less than quarter hour."

"Hmpf," Jaina seethed. A few more steps, and--

Something latched onto her. A hand. It squeezed her shoulder.

"My queen, you need to--"

Too soft. It was Ezrel's voice. "I'd rather lock myself in a privy." Jaina's temper struck

Storm rushed towards her, wings flared.

"Jaina!" Relan cried

"Leave to your council," Jaina shouted.

"A queen cannot abandon duty!"

"Watch me try," Jaina whispered, more to herself. A hand delved into the purse, summoning the crystal orb. It glowed faintly with the queen's craving.

"What do you plan? The king asked desperately. Storm lashed with his claws at his approach.

"Freedom, my king," Jaina summoned the mind image of Storm and poured her desire into the orb.

"Orb of Eldrynth, bring forth my ghh--Aagh," the queen collapsed with husband on top of her.

"Crazed soman," Relan smashed her hand against the cobbles. "Ruining a kingdom for desire!"

Jaina bit the insides of her mouth and plunged the orb between her breasts.

"Orb of Eldrynth--"

"No!" the king bellowed. A blow to the head made her head swim. "You will wish for peace or conquest, not whaaaaagh"

Jaina ignored the scream. The peace allowed her to finish the incantation.

"Orb of Eldrynth, bring forth my heart's desire."

Molten fire replaced her blood. Jaina screamed. A roar burst forth instead.

"You cursed us."

The king was on the ground. Crimson stained his arm from wrist to shoulder. "May your life be as short as this kingdom's."

Jaina opened her maw, a long growl erupting from her throat. The guard cowered, and the king squinted.

"Beast," Relan spat at the two creatures. Jaina's attention was too focused on the humans to notice that moist thing tickling her neck.

"Is she...the queen?" A servant asked between breaths.

"How could this--?" Another joined

" I saw a woman! Swear I saw a woman! The guard's voice broke and crackled.

Jaina's tail slapped the stone. They looked at her, shock and disbelief present on their faces. Did they hate her? She didn't know, nor cared.

The presence poking her belly stole her attention. She growled, lust blazing under her tail. Licks replaced sniffs, persistent and numerous. Jaina almost fell when one of her rear legs left the ground. Her flank tickled as Storm worked his head under her. A few licks of the male's moist tongue had her rumbling with delight.

Jaina crashed on the ground, splayed like a dead beast. A wing twitched and her legs kicked at the towering male. The dragons growled and snapped at each other, teeth bared. Jaina arched her neck and bit the air. The male was too quick. With a quick bite, he took hold of her neck. Jaina struggled for freedom, but it didn't come. Storm's grip barely faltered. A presence poked at her lower belly. Jaina kicked, growling. The thing kept poking again, and again, and again until it found refuge inside her folds.

Jaina yowled. A force rammed her lower lips, parting them. Fire burst from inside as the presence ventured deep into her. The intruding member slithered in and out like a snake, drawing forth growls from both dragons.

"What they doin'?

"Are they?"

"...male right there, mounting...."

Jaina hissed, air squeezing through her clenched teeth. Concentration came hard with Storm's weight pressed on her back. Jaina's tail swished cravenly at the intrusion, flanks trembling with weakness. Her lips contracted and squelched, embracing the encroaching member.

Jaina bit on something. Storm's foreleg barely fit inside her maw. Her sensitive flesh was about to collapse. She whined and pressed the scales with her teeth, hind legs quivering at the overwhelming pressure.

The walls of her sex pulsed and gripped with ecstasy, and a long growl erupted from her throat. Several voices burst into existence. The men pointed, cursed and stated the obvious. Jaina cared not for them. The licks on her neck demanded all her attention.

That, and the liquid fire filling her insides.

A piercing roar left her throat raw. Muscles clenched, and wings pressed close to her body. Claws dug into the ground, raking the stone. Flaming spears dug into her lower belly, each more intense than the last. The flame burst, an untamed volcano of relentless fluids. Liquid heat spilled between her lips in waves while her muscles embraced the intruding member in a vicious grip. Jaina growled and yelped like a wounded hatchling. This new feeling was so intense that her body felt numb. Storm roared, deafening her sensitive hearing.

The bliss and the heat ended after a dozen frenzied heartbeats. Jaina blinked. She heard something. Something other than Storm's soft growl and the sound of his tongue brushing against her scales.

It happened again. The hiss of metal summoned her stare. Jaina turned one eye to the unsheathed sword and the guard holding it. The steel's reflection gleamed in her emerald eyes.

"Put steel to purpose."

"M--my king!" The guard turned to the raising king.

"End the beasts!" Relan growled. The injured king propped himself on the good arm, looking over his shoulder. The sound of metal boots filled the courtyard. Guards gathered in dozens. Some wore metal, while others were clad in leather and common garments. They all had one thing in common: swords.

"Do it, you spineless worm. I AM YOUR KING!"

"Men!" an armored man said, pointing his metal towards Jaina. "Cut them down!"

They rushed towards her. Jaina scrambled on her feet. She barely managed to collect her hind legs from under Storm. The male still stood on top of her, licking and nuzzling her neck affectionately. Jaina roared. Five guards were a several stone throws away, approaching fast.

She pushed the ground with her paws. Her muscles trembled with the weakness of mating, but fright lent unexpected strength. Her new mate leapt off her with a surprised growl. Jaina extended her wings, flapping them once.

"Quicker, you lot. Deny her flying attempt!" Relan yelled.

Something ignited inside her. Roaring her spite, Jaina charged at the two-legged vermin. The men screamed words and jumped out of the way. Too slow. Her paw swiped two out of the way, while the third's flesh was crushed between her jaws. A swipe of the tail sent a forth rolling on the stone cobbles, several lances away from her position.

"Protect the king!" A voice shouted, raw and desperate.

The guards formed a column in front of the king. Jaina flapped her mighty wings several times. Ground left her paws as her wings slapped the air furiously. Jaina soared above the column, gaining height with each flap of wings. The palace came, with it's ivory walls and towers. Jaina veered past it, into the open sky hiding behind the mountain of stone.

Storm's roar resonated from somewhere nearby. Jaina ignored it. Turning a wedge, she angled down and swooped towards the cluster of soldiers. Swords went up, facing the sky. Jaina swooped past them, touching the rough ground a short distance away. Her legs buckled and trembled with the shock of the landing. Jaina growled, stilling her instincts. They told her to fly. They urged her to flee. They whispered caution and safety for her unborn hatchlings. She ignored all of them as she rushed towards the humans. The wall of flesh parted before her claws like gates before kings. She bit, and clawed, and swiped until Relan stood before her, sprawled on the ground like a common drunkard. Jaina arched her neck. Her opened maw rushed towards her husband...

...and pain erupted from her side. Jaina's neck tensed as pain rushed through her in the form of a roar. Dark splotches obscured her vision, weird and intense as the unexpected pain. It flared again, this time near her flank. Jaina swiped with her tail, flapped her wings and turned around, clawing with a forepaw. Three vermin fled, leaving their swords partially buried inside her body. Jaina turned towards Relan. He limped away, carried by two other men.

"End her. End her now!"

Jaina's wings beat the air, almost without her accord. The urge to flee became too overwhelming to ignore, and her legs pushed the ground just as another guard rammed his metal at the base of her tail.

Jaina roared and took to the skies.

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