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Echilion's castle towered over the country side like a mountain, cavernous and ancient, countless slaves had been used for their entire lives ensuring that it would be magnificent. It was carved of marble with gold veins running through it, some points nearly as wide as one of the noble's wings, shamelessly flaunting wealth and their hoard. The Empire had existed for as long as anyone could recall, to speak of a time when there were individual kingdoms was punishable by death. Echilion, and Echilion alone, was lord and commander of their country. The great Emperor was a legend to all, one who had a list of deeds and myths about how he lived and what he had accomplished. His line was supposedly touched by the gods themselves, gracing him with the seeming of four powerful legs instead of two, larger than the tallest horse and more powerful than any drake alive. Ritcha had been told these things from the time she was a young girl, that Emperor Echilion looked out for all of them, that she was blessed with a noble title and the watered down blood of the Imperial throne ran through her veins.

_And little that has gotten me. _ Lady Ritcha, First of the Bayguard House, Daughter of Talkian the Flighted thought bitterly as she sat on a golden chair with her hands carefully in her lap.

The hall was veined in pure gold and silver, the artistry stolen from any number of races that the Emperor had seen fit as deciding as lesser. Most recently, the gryphons had been taken down from their cliff side homes and put in chains to serve the Imperial Army as slaves. She had been here as a child, a number of times, she had been here even more often as she had grown up and realized what her title had gifted her with. She looked down at her dress, the stains at the hem had been muted, but there was no amount of washing that would make them disappear. She could have tucked the hem up higher, but that trick had been done so often that the dress nearly reached her knees, like a child instead of a dragoness that had reached her maturity. It was shabby and old fashioned, like her 'noble' title.

She was a Lady by birth, but the reality was brutal. Her father's home was perched on the edge of a bay that was hammered with winter storms and was impossible to heat. She had no servants, she had no money to pay them, the trade that had once glutted her families coffers had dried up over a century ago when the Imperial House had warred and won the rights to the more comfortable trade routes to the south. There was no farmable land with her families names attached, the herds let the peasants survive, but they were as poor as she was, what little coin she could squeeze out of them went to food and simply trying to keep warm when the winter storms closed in around the Keep. She could look forward to the same treatment and struggling to survive for the rest of her life, unless she did something to prevent it.

She looked at the carved forms that graced the walls, the great deeds of the Imperial house were etched there and there in lay her only hope for her future. She could marry, of course, but she brought nothing to the table for marriage. She had no dowry to speak of, that had been spent ages ago, she only had her title. Some rich merchant might take her on for the sake of earning the title Lord, but that would mean admitting the fall of her house. The merchant could reasonably put her in a position of losing all control of her household, her life. He could destroy it all just with a simple marriage contract. She could not afford to be picky, but she could be daring. That was all that she had left to her, a way to earn the gold she so desired, gold and gems, trade routes and promises of future wealth, and to do so she could tarnish her name.

_As long as the wealth is worthy of the stain to my reputation and name. _ She stirred and sat straight up, drawing in a deep breath.

The great doors opened at the other end of the hall, other supplicants stirred and shifted as the twin black gryphons stepped out in their armor. Slaves, yes, but they were honored slaves that guarded the Imperial House. They were perfectly matched, all the way down to the position of their feathers as they escorted a short pale worm of a dragon who looked around with a scroll in her paws. She did not even appear to study those gathered, but gave a cursory look before calling out the next name. Her own. Ritcha drew in a steadying breath and lifted her head up higher before standing up from the elegant gold chair and advanced towards the watching gryphon.

"You wish an audience with the Imperial Prince?" The pale dragon chirred in a silvery voice as Ritcha approached. She refused to bow as several lesser nobles had, it didn't matter that the herald was one of the Imperial Court, Ritcha was still titled.

"Yes, a private audience requested several months in advance and arranged, as is my privilege of being of the House Bayguard." She answered firmly, her tone not wavering as she tried not to eye the gryphons.

They were war like creatures, she had known them when she was younger, wild and terrifying, they were something that no sane person stood against. Her father had always treated them with respect, citing that they could kill a dragon with ease, but here they were, collared and bound without even a flare of anger in their eyes. Did they accept their fate so easily? The herald certainly didn't seem bothered by them, the yellow-white dragoness was aging and weak looking, but she was confident even so close to the warriors.

"Prince Weranth has denied your request for privacy, as you did not give him ample time in which to schedule your appearance." The herald dismissed her answer. "He has visitors from the Southern Isles and will be entertaining them through the fortnight. You are invited to petition him if you would still desire the meeting, or you might request the meeting with more time in advance."

"I was given a summons..." Ritcha reached for her beaded bag and the herald merely sniffed and looked up at her.

"You can certainly take up the mistake with the Prince, but you will do so in his audience or not at all. Kindly stand aside so that the next might step up." The wormy herald looked through her as if gauging the rest of the petitions.

"No, I will go to the prince." Ritcha growled softly and her tail lashed behind her, cracking to the ground. "If I must go before others, I will do so. And it is to him to dismiss me or not, not for one such as you."

"Of course, my lady." The herald answered smoothly and stood to one side. "Advance and wait to be called."

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"Welcome Lady Ritcha, it has been quite some time since one of the Bayguard has visited Hightower." Weranth purred the words softly, amusement dripping in his tone as Ritcha stood before him. "We welcome you warmly, my father and I. We bid you to find comfort within our halls."

There was no comparing Weranth to any other drake she had met in the past, there was no comparison to be made. Just as he could not compare to his father's regal glory. He was the color of the clouds before a torrential storm, black and grey, edges of metallic green and deepest purples near his wings. His triangle shaped head was ringed with a heavy mane of darkest black that ran down the length of his agile neck so that he appeared quite larger than he was. The mane was like that of a lion, trailing down his chest to disappear into the gold armor wrapped around his torso. If he had been standing he would have towered above her by several feet, to say nothing of the length of his powerful body. Every scale was shaped and polished, oiled and cared for so that there was nothing to hint at even a dent from a rough landing or bit of hard sport. His father surpassed him in regality and size, but the Emperor had long since passed along the dealings of the day to day to his son, the older drake's attention was fixated on the long term of his Empire, not on the interior house feuds.

Weranth's brilliant purple eyes were fixated on her with amusement as he reclined in the heart of nearly a dozen other nobles, more than she had imagined might be here when she had been told that he had visitors. She tried not to flush in humiliation, well aware of her shabby appearance in their eyes. But, it was not all a loss, not when she knew for a fact that her gold scales would mark her out no matter what. She had taken pains to polish and shape them, to carefully oil and bring out the metallic shine until there wasn't a spot that was dull or scuffed. True, there were callouses on her hands and foot paws, but little could be done about that, she knew the rare metallic of her color would catch the prince's eyes and hold them there. At least, she had the hopes that it would. She was a noble house, her family had stood with the Emperor since the day the fearsome drake had taken up the army. She had no reason to bow her head save to the Prince himself.

"Lord and Prince Weranth, you honor me in that you have set aside time that we might speak." She gave a graceful slow bow, cutting the last part she had rehearsed about him clearing the room for a private conversation.

"We shall always have time to see those that serve us so loyally, Lady Ritcha, my father and I have long been proud to count Bayguard among the banners within our hall." He answered formally and inclined his head, the softness of his mane rippling and showing hints of deep purple highlights. It was all politeness, proper responses to what she was saying. "What could bring you from your lovely shores to our humble home?"

"I would speak only to the Prince Weranth, what I bring bears nothing to the Emperor, may his reign live beyond that of the moon." She responded boldly and was pleased to see the purple eyes widening ever so slightly.

"Oh? And what would you have of me?" He dropped the Imperial plural and tilted his head to one side, but she saw amusement in his eyes.

"I would speak of a proposition arranged between you and I. I had hoped we might speak away from other ears, but I will not stand down if those that you have gathered here hear of it." She inclined her head a little, trying not to look at any of them.

Where were they from? Southern Isles, but several of them looked thicker and harder, more like they had come from somewhere harsh and snowy instead of warm and bountiful. They were all young, roughly around the Prince's age if she was any judge, which meant they were favored contemporaries of some sort. She had to prove she meant what she was about to offer him, she had to show that she would stand by her word, perhaps this would give her just the leverage that she needed to prove it.

"Lady Ritcha, I fear if you seek proposal of our houses aligning, than I must refuse you. For even if I were free to wed, which I am not, my father would be the one to speak with." The prince murmured softly, but his eyes were still interested.

"My Lord, I have no wish to marry you, nor take myself into your House." She answered firmly and the Prince's eyes narrowed slightly. "You are all that a female might desire and more, but that is not why I have sought you out and why I wish to speak with you alone."

Weranth was studying her, he had been bored earlier, half listening to the talk of his companions, not quite ignoring her, but able to devote his attention to other things besides what she was saying. Now, she was something odd. The only reason a dragoness might approach the Prince himself would be for the position as his intended, or perhaps an offer to attempt to overthrow Thrallia from the position. She knew that many of the noble females had taken the risk and been shot down, perhaps that was why he had insisted this meeting be in public. The Prince's reputation was a mixed one, though the darker aspects were barely whispered, many knew that he enjoyed past times that his father would not approve of. Humiliating a noble would have been something that tickled him, and had tickled him in the past, but she wasn't after the humiliation. She was after his lusts.

"Then speak plainly, Lady Ritcha, for I do not understand why you would travel so far and request to speak with me alone." He flicked his spiked tail and thudded it into the pillows, but he didn't look at his murmuring companions.

"My House is dying, Honored One, it is falling and failing. There is no trade, no routes to sustain us, no hope that I will be able to bring wealth to our coffers." His attention was slipping as she spoke, dismissing his earlier interest in her as he believed he knew what she was after. Before he could tell her that such aid must go through his father, she continued on. "I wish to bring wealth back to my name, I do not wish to be indebted to the Imperial House, I wish to earn the coin."

"With what?" Weranth rumbled and tilted his head down slightly. "I know of your house, you could sell us all of your land, but it would hardly give you wealth. Your armies are bare bones, your farms failing savor for rocks, your ports empty."

_He knows of my house.._She licked her lips, a bare flick of her red tongue as she stood up straight and took a step forward.

"I have myself, My Prince, I have my body and that is what I have to offer." Ritcha kept her face smooth and calm, she would not risk faltering now. "I would propose a solution that would benefit both of us, if you would allow me to speak of it."

His eyes were brightening and he shifted onto his belly so that his attention was pointedly fixated on her, there was silence. Of all the rumors about Weranth, his lusts were the ones most often spoken of. There was no hiding the fact the drake was lust and eager with his attentions, his father had failed to keep that side hidden, so it was kept contained. He was allowed to have his... harem, slaves or indentured, that he could pleasure himself with. The rumors about what happened behind those doors were enough to make many nobles pause before offering up their daughters for marriage. He was keen and eager to explore every vice that he could find for himself, only Echilion kept that desire in check, and only barely.

"What do you have to offer, Lady Ritcha, speak plainly to me." Weranth's voice had deepened to a thrumming growl, filling the room as she felt his eyes almost burning through her.

"I have only myself left to offer, so I will gift you that. You may do as you will to me as long as conditions are met, conditions we must both agree upon." She felt her heart pounding against her chest as one large paw gestured and the drake's soft scaled lips parted in a smile. He no longer looked regal and relaxed, he began to look as if he were starting in on a hunt. "My body would be yours to command in all ways."

"And what would you offer me? I have slaves that attend me, what do you offer besides noble blood?" He didn't use her title, one of the watchers shifted and whispered softly to another.

"What they deny you. The Treaty of Kells was signed by your father and absolute, you cannot breech it." Ritcha was breathing faster, she felt light headed. The Treaty of Kells kept slaves from being treated cruelly, brutally, outlining what could and could not be done to their bodies. "I am no slave, I am a free female and his laws would not apply."

"Really?" The dragon let out a low thrum and stood up, his body rippling with muscles and power. "You would let me do anything to you? For what? Gold?"

"Not anything, Majesty." She amended and tried to keep herself calm as the great drake dropped down from his spot and began to eye her body. "My terms would be this. You must tell me what you wish to do with me, if I agree I will give you a price for what it will cost for such an act and it must be met."

"Ahh my little whore of a noble?" Weranth's words were shocking, humiliating, and he rolled them on his tongue as if they were candy. "You will give that body to me to have as I will for a handful of gems and gold?"

Hold strong.. She breathed to herself, almost shaking as the drake came close enough that she saw the individual hairs of his mane. It is this or you will be little more than a toy for a fat merchant of a husband.

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"I am of the House Bayguard, my blood is pure and noble, I will not do anything for a handful of gems and gold." She turned to look at him, seeing his slit pupils flaring open wider. "My prices will show my worth and what I offer to you, Your Highness. If you wish to touch my body, to do what you long to do with those inferior slaves, you will pay the highest price."

He was so close that she wanted to move away, she could almost smell the interest on him as he kept looking her over. He had been kept on the chain his father put on him since he had come of age and begun to enjoy the fine art of pain and degradation, many females that had found his way into the bed in those early days had come out with stories. She knew this, she counted on it. She could taste her heart beat in her throat as he padded slowly around her and she felt a brush of warm air against her back before he came back into view again. His armor fit him perfectly, covering his loins and hind legs, but she wondered if his interest was enough that the armor was beginning to fit poorly.

"Will I?" Weranth let out a low laugh, and one of the watching drakes shifted up, looking away in obvious disgust. He was the only one, the rest seem locked in fascination of the discussion. "And what is to keep you from only agreeing to the most boring and easiest work? I have little need to strip you down and feel you wrapped around me, I can get that often from others without emptying my personal treasury. Nor would I find enjoyment in bickering before each tryst and having you throw away my most....pleasurable offers for something you find 'worthy' of you."

"I would not behave so, but I will follow the spirit as well as the letter. If you should wish something I cannot offer, will not offer, for any price, our agreement will come to an end." Her muzzle felt dry as his heavy paw lifted up and slid right under her chin, forcing her to look up in the glittering eager eyes. "I would only take what I had earned, no more."

"And if you have not earned enough?" His paw pads were silky feeling as he ignored those that watched, the hisses and rumbles, the eyes that she felt on her as he drew her in closer.

She had never touched the Imperial line, she had never been touched by them, but now she was being drawn in where she could taste the faint sweet scent of spices that came from his oiled scales. He was handsome, he was beautiful, but that beauty only ran to his scales. She saw the lust in his eyes, the way that they weighed her. Did he imagine what she would look like with his demands upon her body? Was he, even now, deciding what his first command would be? She tried to harden herself, she had to harden herself, this was her one chance. She would degrade herself, humiliate herself, she would take his gold and wealth and she would become a power the likes of which had never been seen on her shores. She lifted her eyes up to meet his own, pushing her muzzle along the line of his paw so that he let out an approving chuff.

"And that is why I will agree." She breathed out, her voice trembling as she was drawn close enough she could see her own wide eyes in his polished breast plate.

"Then your offer has been accepted, my little dragoness whore." He purred that word, making her scaling heat, mocking her with it, but his touch was gentle as he leaned down to be at a level with her own. "From this moment on, until you refuse me, you will forget my name. I am not Prince Weranth, I am not Majesty or Honored One, I am not of the Imperial Line. To you I am one thing and one thing only, and you will only address me as such."

"And what is that?" She trembled as his lips curled back, the serrated teeth showing in a glistening line beneath the dark scaling.

"You will call me Master." Weranth crooned, the words were like a song that wrapped around her and Ritcha felt the world dropping out from under her feet. She had done it, he had accepted her terms. She would have her wealth, she would have power, she had only to sacrifice her pride and body.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Weranth let out a low rumble as he looked over the lady Ritcha as she remained so close to him and her eyes were delightfully wide. Ever since he had come of age his father had started to curtail his habits and firmly put him under his thumb. He had been a precocious youth, given to being spoiled and understanding just how his situation allowed him to have whatever it was that he wished and desired. It had been that way his entire life, he had always been able to simply command what he wanted and have it delivered to him. Echilion had tolerated it when he had been younger, he had been raised mostly by nurses and attendants until the time had come for him to learn military strategies and how to run the Empire itself. He had learned his early ways from men at arms and guards, he had learned about women from those that wished to flaunt themselves at him in the hopes to become his consort. There was little wonder that he had grown up with exotic tastes.

_If Father had bothered to listen to me he might have at least let me keep those that shared my nature. _ He thought lazily as his eyes roved over the golden form at his paws.

He had spent the last year just satiating himself with in the pleasures of the flesh and little hope of enjoying himself in terms of real pleasure. The slaves that had been purchased for him had been four legged, his father had said that he should learn to accept the fact that he was going to be taking a female from a similar line as himself, he should learn they were appealing. The little slave girls were nearly his size, they cooed and moaned for him, and rarely had to struggle to take his length when he began to push his girth inside of them. He didn't want them to moan and cry out like whores around his cock, he wanted to struggle and feel them being forced to stretch around them. He wanted to abuse them, to have them teared up and shuddering, letting him take their bodies and make them little more than his toys. His former playmates had done much for his attention before his father had put a stop to it, and he had loved it all. Had loved the way they had let him mark the them, the way that they had ended up with their tail holes gaping open around his dark shaft.

The female in front of him was lovely and well bred, not the slaves and whores that he had bought in those early days, not the ones that were protected by his father's laws. She was pure gold with paler white gold under currents at the base of the scaling, he couldn't help but trill out a low throaty noise of pleasure while his wings flexed open to either side of his long body. She was regal, yes, and her head had that oh so noble tilt that made his smile grow as he slid his eyes towards the delegates form the Southern Isles. They were rough and wild folks typically, he quite enjoyed their company, but now he could see the males eying him with a bit of jealousy. How many of them were presented with regal blood offering up her body for their pleasure?

"Well, my dear.." He rumbled after a moment. "Then here is my first....request." He rolled his tongue on that word, it wasn't a request, it would never be a request. "Disrobe and show me what I shall be buying, and then we will cement our agreement in front of my friends here."

"In front of them?" Her muzzle turned and looked. "Would they not find that uncomfortable...sir?"

"Master." He chided her gently. "And perhaps they will, but I am sure they will find it arousing to see their Prince."

"I cannot say I would stay for it." One of the females spoke up primly, her eyes flashing a little bit. One of the anthros that had watched in disgust.

"I would." A rocky looking drake thrummed with interest. "It reminds me of the shows that used to happen far back in the day."

"So my dear, I will have you strip down and I will make my claim on your body in front of witnesses." He waved one large paw and watched her eyes widen a touch. Had she even put two and two together as to his size compared to her own? "What will be your price?"

"One hundred pounds of gold, forty of silver, and one jewel from your private treasury that will be my pick." Ritcha spoke in a breathy voice that delighted him as he thrummed deep in his throat. "Master."

"That is a high price for simply fucking you, my little whore." He purred the last words, savoring the humiliated look on her face.

"Not so high price, Master." She licked her lips, that dark red tongue darting out delightfully. "I have never taken a husband."

"Rrrrrreally?" He growled the word and heard a few of his guests leave, they wouldn't care to watch this, but his attention was on her as he reached out and ran a finger under her jawline. "A virgin... my my... let us hope your first time is not your last."

"If you break me, Master, you cannot enjoy me later on." She was panting shallow, her slit pupils thinned down to slivers.

His cock was slithering out of his vent, it was bulging right along his armor and out of sight, but thickening rapidly as he let out a hot breath against her side while she shivered in place. She was shaking so delightfully for him, how afraid was she? Was she terrified at what he planned on doing to her? He could quite easily break her by stuffing his cock into her body, she was so slight and small, she would tear when he finally fucked her, and if she did break.. He let out a hot snarl and made her jump as he snapped his teeth near her, herding her closer towards him as he did so. No, he didn't want to rip her in two so soon, he could be patient, today was about proving that she was well and truly owned. His cock throbbed along his trapped lower belly, precum welling up and drooling along the edges.

"I accept that price, but I will be a generous Master to you." He let out a low rumble. "I will have that noble mouth wrapped around my cock, you will pleasure me and I will give you a taste of how I will soon stretch you. After all, a broken toy is of no use to me."

"Agreed." Her cheeks darkened in a hot flush, how embarrassed she was. Adorable that simply sucking his cock might embarrass her, did she have no idea what he would do to her in the future?

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Strip!" Weranth rumbled out and shook his heavy mane as he watched her, along with four males and two females that had remained in the room to watch. "I want to see what you offer me, girl!"

Ritcha had never been so humiliated before, but she did not hesitate to reach up to begin to undo her dress, she had to keep her bargain. This was the moment, he could decide even now to pay her the money and be done with her, that one final act was all he would give her. She had to show that she was willing and eager to give him what he so desired, despite the fact others looked on at her. She slowly pulled her formal dress off with a gentle tug that revealed her underscales for the dragon watching her. His bright eyes didn't move away from her, they were eager and focused so that she could almost feel them caressing her as she slipped the material down along her bare shoulders down the back of her wings, letting it slip along her back in a gentle caress.

She had bathed herself and pampered her scaling for this day, she had known what she offered could be taken up immediately and she had wanted to be prepared. She tried to keep her eyes on him, boldly watching him as she slipped the material down along the rise of her breasts and slipping down towards her thighs. She had dusted pale silver on the tips of her nipples, wanting him to look at them as she felt her cheeks growing hotter by the moment, she couldn't control herself, the flush rose to her cheeks higher and higher. She let out a breath, a shivery noise that ran from her lips as she started to slide the skirt down towards her hips so that it could fall to the ground. The drake reached up with his paw, his eyes following the fabric as she bared her slender stomach and the trim opening of her vent for her new master. So many others watched, she couldn't look at them, couldn't acknowledge them or she would rethink this and rethink the price she was accepting.

"Very nice, girl, more than I had anticipated..." The drake leaned his head forward, his mane stirring along his thick regal neck. "Now, come and remove my armor."

The way his eyes were glittering let her know that the command was more than a simple act of undressing him, it was coming in close to him. She stepped out of her dress, feeling the cool air on her scales as she approached him, swallowing a little as she caught sight of at least one of the males shifting and leaning forward for a closer look. She reached Weranth's side while one of the paws moved to cup right along the curve of her ass and the small of her back, the gentle caress kneaded and squeezed as she reached up towards his armor. It was fitted perfectly to him by master smiths, the metal hugged in tight and padded with soft silk, held in place by a series of gold buckles that she had to strain up on tip toe to reach. The paw ran along her ass cheeks, the toes curling and kneading as she caught one of the leather straps in her hand and pulled it downwards.

Up close he smelled like spices on her tongue, the oils expensive and just overcoating the male scent of him on the air. His scales were smooth and hard against the fingers as she reached out and started to struggle with the buckle. She pulled and dragged it down towards her while a hot breath tickled along the curve of her hip and she felt the silky mane pressed against her side. The thick buckle pulled backwards, loosening the tongue and slipping it free with a clattering sound that made the chest plate loosen along his underside and drop down to her reaching hands. The other buckle was easier for her to get to, but harder in terms of the fact the drake was tilting his head back so a hot slimy tongue flicked out to curl right along her upper leg in a slimy stroke that had her shuddering in place. She pushed back, squirming and turning to one side, only to feel the tongue slipping towards her ass cheek with a wet stroke.

"Rrrr... come now girl, I do not need a shy and blushing pet." He rumbled as the rasping tongue ran right between her ass cheeks in a caress that made her entire body jerk in place.

The chest armor fell down around his neck, revealing the broad powerful chest. It wasn't like the drakes she knew, it was barreled out to hold a set of great lungs meant for a flyer and a good portion of his mane was flattened down along the underside of his chest. He helped her by moving his head away from her long enough to tip his head down so the chain fell away to fall with a loud clatter to the ground. The armor along his haunches was softer and linked together so that it was able to move with him when he sat or laid down. It was here that she hesitated at starting to unbuckle him. He dropped onto his haunches, sitting all the way down so she didn't have to stand on tip toe to reach the buckles to undo them. His tongue returned to her, pushing up and beneath her bare tail without even bothering to ask her, or to guide her, it was an invasive push that had her crying out and her eyes squeezed shut.

He didn't lick her like a lover, it was like having an overly affectionate pet attempting to gain her attention as the tongue danced and twisted this way and that, pushing upwards and dragging along the smaller golden scales. She stood high up on her toes as she reached out for the small hooks and buckles to one side of the lower covering, feeling the tongue tip pushing down right between her inner thighs as the prince rumbled amusement at her soft hiss. She closed her eyes, she couldn't watch her hands as they pulled and freed the covering, they were shaking slightly. The rough slimy tongue pushed between her thighs as she began to loosen the plates, the obscenely thick tip nudged right up and rudely pushed at the apex of her loins. She felt the slimy length swirling and pushing along her soft folds, lashing and curling hotly at her vent making her cry out.

She wasn't entirely virginal, she had touched herself before, she knew how her body could react, but she had never been touched by another person in this manner. She was shaking in place as she felt the thick tongue tip prying and digging right along her outer lips and began to force it's way inwards, the startling rasp of small textured barbs caressing and making her snap her tail down in reaction. She hit the broad black snout of the prince, but he didn't reprimand her, he only forced her tail to lift up higher in the air so his tongue pushed forward and snapped right up against her soft lower belly. Another hook, another buckle, and there was a clattering sound, something damp hit against her as it fell making her startle backwards and hit against the prince's large head.

"So scared, little dragones?" He rumbled as his paw reached out and wrapped his short toes right around the base of her tail and yanked it upwards almost painfully high. "Perhaps you might rethink of our agreement."

Ritcha opened her eyes and stifled a cry as the tongue rolled upwards, the gentle caress of wet saliva rubbed over her, gliding along her virginal folds as she saw the dragon's loins. He was shaped like an animal with his powerful dark hind legs, but she had little thought to spare for his legs, she was staring at the heavy dark black length that hung down along his lower belly. It was obscenely large, bulging with a series of thick ridges standing out along the underside, the arrow shaped tip jutted forward from a vent as it pulsed and drooled out a thick spill of metallic purple precum that pooled down right along the floor. It was massive, nearly the size of her leg and was throbbing heavily in front of her as she felt the tongue roiling right up between her thighs, forcing a cry from her throat. He pushed her cunny lips open, rasping them over the interior length she was left crying out and squeezing her eyes shut.

Gods... I have to do this... She braced herself, her breathing came in short bursts as she opened her eyes again.

"Come now, the girl can't manage to handle that, my Prince." One of the watchers let out a laugh. "This is quite funny, but surely you don't expect to choke her."

"Rrrr... what do you think girl?" The tongue moved against her pussy, lashing it as he growled the words up at her. "Do you think you are incapable?"

"I.. I have never tried, sir, so I cannot say that I am incapable or not." Ritcha felt her stomach turn slightly as the thick silky looking flesh throbbed and the drop welled from the tip. "But I have agreed to the price."

"Indeed..." Weranth pushed his tongue up and suddenly began to spread her apart, his muzzle throwing her beneath him. "So let us see if you can finish our bargain."

She stumbled forward and had to drop down onto all fours to fit beneath him, but in doing so, she felt herself flashing the room as her tail was raised enough. They were nobles, she was a noble, her blood was sacred and ancient and here she was showing them all the underside of her tail as she was pushed beneath the prince. The cock hung down waiting for her, the spear shaped tip swollen looking and wide, terrifying as she reached out with one hand and stroked her fingers right along the tip and felt it gliding right along the edges of her fingers. The warm precum dribbled over her fingers messily, the digits being coated over with them and falling down towards her palm as she reached up for him, moving away from the licking of his tongue. She could feel the saliva coating her scales as she lifted her head and rubbed her muzzle along the tip of the turgid shaft, tasting the edge of salty precum soaking along her lips as she did so and the prince splayed his hind legs open wider.

The tip was at least not that large, it was thinner at the arrow shaped tip and allowed for her lips to open for him, the tip slid right along the line of her tongue. The precum tasted salty and thick as it poured into her jaws, dark purple as she shuddered and opened her jaws open wider and wider. His paw lifted and rested right on the curve of her ass as she began to slip her tongue further up along the inky black cock, letting out a soft breath as she began to push forward. The precum drooled down along the back of her tongue as she swallowed and worked her lips around it, her body shuddering as she felt the hips jerking forward. She slathered her tongue in circles, her jaws began to spread open wider and wider, straining until they started to ache as she reached out with one hand and slid her fingers right up along the smooth glossy dark flesh.

"Very good girl, use both hands, I very much doubt you can properly suckle me." Weranth ordered with a grunt before his muzzle dipped down, the heat blasting against her tail. "You do not want the others to think you agreed only to skirt your way along the edges of our bargain."

The paw on her ass curled and started to pull the tail up higher in the air, the toes gripping down painfully and yanked it away so that her glistening vent was visible. The drooling saliva spilled down against her as the maned neck slipped along the small of her back before his muzzle dipped down further. He licked out again, a slow push of his tongue ran along her inner highs as she spread her jaws open wider to wrap around the arrow shaped cock tip. She swallowed as the gooey precum spilled out, rolling It on her tongue as she ran her paws along the length of the spire, her fingers teasing and dragging along the ridges oh so delicately as he groaned out in approval. The cock began to throb as she pushed forward with each swallow, the arrow shape growing rapidly larger as she pumped her hands up and down, dragging from the base all the way towards the swollen glans. She licked and swirled this way and that, her breath came out in hot pants as she began to move her paws down towards the base and squeezed near the base of the vent.

The prince's tongue pushed out between her legs again, the narrow tongue tip dug right up against her virginal passage and started to spread her folds open wider and wider. She cried out in shock and jerked her bound tail, but the paw pinned it down harder as the slimy tongue tip started to push forward, nudging along the inner ring of her passage. It was the most intimate touch she had ever had, feeling the oral muscle pry the inner walls open gently and begin to push itself inwards with a powerful stroke. The tight outer walls were stretched open wider and wider, straining as she hunched and let out a muffled cry as she swallowed and felt the entire tip slipping into her muzzle. She suckled and swallowed, puling along the glossy length with a bobbing of her head, pushing forward and dragging backwards to feel a splatter of salty precum.

"Mmm tight.." The drake rumbled as the tongue began to wedge its way deeper, stretching the walls wider as he began to bloat her virginal passage with the thick messy tongue.

Saliva coated along her inner thighs as the jaws opened wider, wrapping around her loins as the rasping texture of the tongue worked through her, making her untrained muscles clamp down tightly over the edges. She muffled another cry and pushed forward, swallowing another few inches as the cock sank deeper into her golden muzzle, the purple precum oozed down along the corners of her lips and ran along the underside. The taste and scent of the drake filled her senses as she arched her back up and suddenly the haunches lunged forward, lifting up higher as the thick black dick stuffed itself further into her muzzle. She was pushed backwards as the tongue began to drive its way into her cunny, stretching her passage open wide and curling, exploring her body and pushing the walls open. The glans stuffed its way into the back of her throat, nearly choking her as the obscenely large shaft over filled her muzzle.

She worked her tongue beneath it, stroking and pushing, trailing along the edges as she pulled her neck with a slow drag before leaning forward again, feeling the first ridge pushing down over her tongue as the prince grunted out in pleasure. His growl vibrated along the line of her passage as the tongue drove itself in and the tongue rapidly grew thicker, stretching her open even further. His breath hit along the crease of her ass as she arched her back up and stifled a noise while he drew his haunches back. The cock pulled free of her muzzle, slipping out from her tongue and popping free with a splatter of precum that hit right along the bridge of her muzzle messily. She let out a gasping cry as the cock tip pushed up and slathered over her golden maw, smearing and glazing the purple precum over her before probing and stuffing itself back into her maw. She was nearly gagging on the shaft that pushed its way into her throat and had her writhing backwards with a moaning cry.

The tongue tip slipped out with a wet sound, slurping free before it trailed up towards her tail base while she struggled with the cock pushing into her. Her jaws burned painfully as the tip drove itself into her throat and her hands were left wrapping around the base, pumping gently along the length as she struggled with the sheer size of the tip being pushed into her throat. Saliva and precum worked together along the tip, oozing out messily as she shuddered while the paw started to curl along the crease of her ass and slipped down lower. The toes were more like a large cats, the retractable claws drawn in and away so that the soft caresses trailed right along the crease of her upturned ass. She could feel the fingers pushing downwards and running right down between her legs to her glistening exposed vent. She swallowed gain, her tongue roiled upwards and stroked beneath the length as it dragged outwards again.

The messy spill of precum and saliva coated her lower jaw, staining her gold scaling as one of the thick toes curled inwards and pushed right against her outer lips. The forceful curl sent her hips arching up as the toe began to spread open wider and wider, spreading the taut O wide to squeeze around the length as she cried out. Her body trembled in place as the thick digit began to stuff itself into her passage, her cunny lips spreading wide around the toe, pushing deeper into her saliva slickened body. She heard the movement around her, the soft noises and murmurs as she began to move her head in time with the hips bucking forward. It was wet sounding and messy as she slurped and worked her muzzle faster, muffling her cries each time she felt the digit pushing in ever deeper, the force of it prying her inner lining open wider, forcing her muscles to clutch around him.

He worked the toe in and out of her, gently stretching and forcing her body to contract around him as her body shuddered and writhed in place, her hips tucking downwards. The tip plunged into the back of her throat, forcing her to struggle as the ridges rubbed along her tongue and caressed in a smooth stroke before the plunge forward again. She began to turn her head, moving with the strokes, attempting to ignore the toe that was pushing into her body and examining her. Every curl that moved through her was stretching her passage open wider and wider, making it squeeze in deeper so that her hips were being pushed forward. She began to pump her hands along the base, her body tensing up as the haunches dragged back. The prince pulled his cock outwards, the ridges slipping out with messy sounds before the next thrust forward pushed her back.

Her inner walls clamped down along the digit, she couldn't stop it, she tried to push it back out, but it only wedged in deeper as Weranth dragged his cock backwards again. RItcha began to pant and tremble, her lips parted open wide as she let out a shrill little sound as the swollen arrow shaped tip popped out from her maw. The wet splatter of precum hit her before the dragon snarled out and pushed his toe in deeper, the base of his toe straining the walls open wider and wider. The virginal passage aching around the thickness as the prince let out a rough snarl. She felt the heat along the base of her tail as the black cock swelled above her, the tip bulging open to form a strange thick knot as the urethra spread open wide with a twitch.

Ritcha had just enough time to close her eyes as a spray of thick purple cum hit her face, hot creamy ropes of it splattering against her in a rush, coating her muzzle and running down towards her shoulders. She shuddered, her cheeks burning hotly as the stream painted her muzzle and then the drake pushed forward, the stream catching right along her tongue. The hot gooey rush spilled towards the back of her throat as she nearly choked on it. The taste of it was hot and musky tasting, the scent of the male overriding the soft sweetness of the oil while the body pushed against the line of her back. The finger pumped inside of her, taunting her with the slow push forward and the drag back through her spasming inner walls. The swollen tip was barely able to fit inside of her maw, the hot stream poured down the back of her throat, making her struggle and swallow rapidly, tasting it running back towards the soft edge of her lips.

"Mmmm very good, my little whore..." The prince murmured softly, trilling delicately while his paw pushed forward and the digit wedged deeper. "I always believed that noble women would look better with their muzzles painted.."

The cock pulled from her maw with a wet slurping sound, her head dropped down as she coughed and trembled a little bit, tasting the ripe cum on her tongue as she swallowed and felt the finger drawing backwards. Her passage ached from that small press of the toe, the taunting stretch of her virginal walls as she stared down at the floor, panting roughly.

"Thank me, Ritcha... I expect you to thank me for the money you have earned." The prince moved slowly, his softening cock swinging low beneath his hind legs. Her eyes rose up and flinched as she realized they were still watching her, aroused and eager, interested in her humiliation.

Humiliation that had won her enough wealth to last half a dozen winters without struggling, enough to hire a small guard or repair the ports... Enough money that she could start to rebuild her family name, all for a moment of broken pride. Her pride was worth it, worth anything, as long as she recovered her family's land and home... It would soon be hers. All of it.

"Thank you, master." She murmured and lowered her eyes, feeling the toe sliding from her body as she watched the bulging swollen cock tip drooling on the ground. If she kept bargaining high, perhaps she'd be able to get out of here before he went so far as to actually taking her. Perhaps she could save that part of her honor.