Emma's Quest
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Emma is a half-dragon, invited to a decadent party, when she herself is shy and pure. How will she fare against the master of the house?
This is part of my "Anteronian Ball" Series, a collaborative project between me and other writers and artists.
When Lord Aldevan ended his speech, he stepped back to the balcony and left the more “common” folk behind, instead passing through double doors into a room established for some of the more influential of the houses in Anteronia. One of the nobles in particular is one of the younger in attendance, Emma. She keeps to herself as the others in their extravagant and lewd outfit crowd around the lord. But, Lord Aldevan is not one to miss on such a straggler. He exuses himself and approaches her, taking her hand and placing a kiss upon the back. “You must be the one they call the ‘Dragon’s Daughter.’ I’m surprised your father isn’t here. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care about my family.”
“He… he cares enough to send someone from his house,” Emma says, putting her practice of ettiqute to good use.
“Indeed? Well, I’ll be happy to give you a full inspection of what house Aldevan has to offer.” He chuckles as he motions his gauntlet-clad hand over his bare chest. “If you’re interested.”
“Ah, I’m… I’m sorry, I… I can’t.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, and why is that?”
“I’m not… I don’t really…”
His curious smile fades away into a frown. “Am I not good enough for a dragon’s daughter? Do you feel the wealth and power of House Aldevan is a mere plaything to you?”
“I… It’s not that!” she squeaks, her hands covering her mask. “It’s just…” she stumbles back. “I don’t really like guys and… I don’t really have sex with just random people…”
His smile returns as a soft smirk. “Ah, then, are you more interested in the company of women? Well, forgive me for being so brash. I mistook your introversion for being stuck-up. You dragons are all prideful, hording your colletions over us like you are the owners of the world. Perhaps, that defect of the dragon side hasn’t manifested in you, yet. No matter, there are plenty of women, noble and common, with which you may slate your lust here. Just remember, it was the mighty house Aldevan that provided you this chance to awaken your passion. You are not a child any more, and your mask should eliminate your shame. Go, and enjoy yourself.”
“Lots of women…” Emma whispers to herself.
“I know, sometimes, it can be hard to choose,” he chuckles. “There are many here. Dwarves and gnomes and felines and fish. Women from far off lands, and women who hide behind the mask of civility in every day life. Why… there’s even one elf here I saw earlier, even those with body parts missing and-
“E… excuse me!” Emma says, scurrying away. She closes the door behind her and presses her back against the wall, catching her breath. An elf with missing body parts? Could it be? No, she can’t just assume she’s here, or else she would miss the whole party. She’ll keep an eye out. She’ll ask around, but maybe, just maybe, she’ll take the host’s advice for now?