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The horizon, it had meaning to those who oft looked towards it, it showed the future to those who dared to glance. Some saw greatness that they could achieve-conquest and grand adventure waiting just for those with the will to take it. Others saw the uncertainty of the future, the downfall of empires and the death of those who one loved. In a way, Esapharia saw both of those as she looked towards the horizon this morning. She was atop a brown speckled mare overlooking a hill. Next to her, sitting atop a black stallion, was her beloved and soon to be emperor Daulton. The two were flanked at the back by thousands upon thousands of soldiers waiting at Daulton’s beck and call to unleash the charge, to run, ride or fly headlong towards destiny, towards the horizon that lay before them.

For the past four years the two had strived to conquer what was rightfully Esapharia’s, the human kingdoms what were built upon her lands, Daulton ever the man of courage swore fealty to her and forsake his former master Lyn King of the Northmen, branded a traitor by his former comrades he had sacrificed much to bring them to this point. And it all led to this moment, one final battle to decide the fate of her fleeting empire. Esapharia was a dragon, she was a fierce creature of magic and power, and she was empress of all dragons, but even she couldn’t help but be worried about their future now, their goal was within arm’s reach, like an apple atop a tall tree just waiting to be plucked but, to that end they were perched upon a ladder that at any moment could be pulled from underfoot and plunge them into the depths of defeat. And this worry showed on her face as Daulton spoke up to her, his voice carried only to her.

“Are you okay, my love?” The human asked, and Esapharia nodded and replied.

“Yes, I’m fine, I’m just worried, we’ve fought, bleed and nearly died for four years to reach this moment,” Esapharia said as she looked at the army gathered before them down the hill, waiting for them to make the first move, “I’m worried this will be for nought.” Esapharia admitted, her fears were too many unbecoming of an empress, of a dragon, of one whose very blood flowed pure magic. Daulton gave her a smile and reassured her.

“That’s why I know we won’t. I’ll lead our forces to victory and you’ll be crowned empress of this land. I promise you that, my love.” Daulton said as he rode ahead of her and began to address the soldiers gathered for their final battle.

“Soldiers of The Dragoncrown!” Daulton yelled at the top of his lungs so that his voice carried to all those gathered, his voice was also being amplified by magic, “Today we stand before our destiny!” Daulton’s words elicited cheers of excitement by the soldiers waiting for the final battle.

“For four years we’ve strived to do what her lady Esapharia willed, to bring back the Dragoncrown Empire, after several hundred years of slumber.” Daulton’s voice gave rise to more cheers and the rattling of shields against halberds and spears.

“As your future emperor, I will lead you! Today, we face either absolute victory or absolute defeat! Follow The dragon before you and we will win!” Daulton said as Esapharia dismounted from her horse, an ability especially powerful dragon held was the ability to forgo their humanoid form and adopt one more akin to a feral beast. With a might roar and a jet of flame Esapharia’s body began to transform, membranous wings sprouted from her back and her tail grew several times larger her feet turned to massive talons and her body began to take on a more bestial shape, by the time she was done transforming she was the quadruple her original size and she looked like a creature of pure terror, a jet of black flame erupted from her mouth and she took off into the sky.

“With me! Today we take our destiny!” Daulton yelled as he reared on his steed and charged forward, his soldiers following suit, he was the tip of the spear of their attack and his beloved would be the opening volley.

On the other side, the sight of a beast of myth and legend flying towards them broke their lines, as Esapharia’s flames did not help the situation in the slightest. Burning any soldiers who didn’t flee immediately to a crisp, and to add to the already hopeless feeling charging down the hill, was an army fresh and not afraid of anything ready to crash into them. It was chaos! Soldiers that weren’t killed in the initial burn were then cut down as the cavalry charged them, spears and swords at the ready! It was an absolute route, the likes of which never seen before in the kingdom's history, yells of fear and horror filled the air as the Dragon Empress flew around shooting more jets of black flame at anything not carrying her banner. Finally, she landed upon the fortified walls of the city. That was her true. prize, roaring as she did, she ripped the very doors off its hinges. Some soldiers tried in vain to attack her on the battlements; the operative word being tried, their blades and arrows were less of a threat and more of a nuisance to her thick scaled hide with the swords not penetrating and the arrows simply bouncing off her. She grabbed the closest soldier with her massive maw, his cries of fear echoed through the battlements as she flung him up into the air and crushed her sharp teeth down upon his body and shook him back and forth like a wild beast killing its prey before flinging his lifeless body across the city streets below.

Civilians ran in terror as this beast of their nightmares flew around, Esapharia and Daulton made great strides to not attack civilians, they knew that civilian deaths would be unavoidable but Esapharia made sure not to burn non-combatants if she could help it and she headed straight towards the palace, the place where King Lyn resided. Daulton was probably not too far behind and as she landed onto the ground reverting back to her humanoid form, she was soon accosted by several soldiers, spears and halberds and other weapons drawn.

“You will not escape us, beast!” One of the soldiers yelled as they closed in on her. Esapharia laughed at this. They had no clue who they were threatening. She may not be a giant beast of myth, but she was still a dragon.

“I have no intentions of escaping, but I’ll give you all the chance to,” Esapharia said as she waited for them to make the first move. One of them yelled and charged at her and she shook her head. She gave them a chance and she would show them what a true dragon could do. Before the soldier could land a single strike upon her Esapharia’s eyes glowed bright crimson as she extended her claws and cut the soldiers polearm in half before she skewered his head through his helmet, blood seeping from his face as he collapsed to the ground, Esapharia removed her claws from the soldier’s head and she looked at the soldiers who were shaking in fear, “Anyone else want to try?” The other soldiers glanced at each other and back at Esapharia and threw their weapons down and ran away, just as Daulton arrived to see this sight.

“Having fun my love?” Daulton asked and Esapharia rolled her eyes the two opened the palace doors walking without much effort, several other soldiers flanked them as they kept the other guards occupied, they strided towards King Lyn who seemed to be disinterested in the events happening before him, the fall of his kingdom seemed to not interest him, he was sitting atop his throne, a goblet of wine in his hand as he took a sip, of the wine and sighed.

“Daulton, it’s been many moons since we last spoke.” Lyn said, seemingly not caring that his former knight was standing before him, ready to depose him. Daulton frowned. His former king, seeing him so dejected, was somewhat disheartening, but he’d come this far. He was going to see this to its conclusion.

“Lyn, we’ve come to accept your surrender, your forces are scattered or dead, you have nowhere to run,” Daulton said as he unsheathed his blade brought it to Lyn’s neck who seemed to not care that at any moment his head could be severed from its body, “This is the end gi-” Lyn held up his hand and let out an annoyed grunt.

“Please save it Daulton, I’m sure you had some prepared speech for me,” Lyn said as he downed the rest of his drink, and threw the goblet to the ceramic floor, the glass shattering into thousands of pieces, “If you’re going to kill me do it, and don’t waste my time with useless drivel, my sons have all fled so I hope you enjoy your victory, for how hollow it ma-” Lyn was cut off by Daulton as his blade was plunged into Lyn’s neck, the older man let out a gasping breath as his lungs filled with blood, Daulton pulled his sword back and Lyn clutched at his throat as he tried to keep living, soon the life left his body and he collapsed forward his crown rolling off his head blood covered and broken.

“It is done.” Esapharia said, not a hint of happiness or remorse in her voice. This was something that neither of them wanted to celebrate, the death of a former monarch and for Daulton the death of a man who he once swore absolute fealty to. Still, the day was theirs, victory gained, and the Dragoncrown Empire secured. The two walked out of the throne room, the crown of the former king in hand and the sounds of the soldiers outside waiting. Seeing their empress emerge unscathed holding the crown of the former king caused the soldiers gathered to erupt into cheers.

“Soldiers of the Dragoncrown!” Esapharia shouted, her voice carrying towards all the soldiers who were gathered for their victory, “We’ve strived for many years for this day, for this victory!” Esapharia shouted over the yells of victory and jubilation.

“We stand at the end of this long path, and you have done what many thought impossible: you’ve given me my rightful throne!” Esapharia shouted as she held aloft the crown of the former king, then with magic she melted it and reshaped it into a new one the blood that was once Lyn’s making up its central jewel. She placed it upon her head to signify her ascension as the true empress of the Dragoncrown. She then beckoned Daulton to hand her his sword. She took it in hand and, like Lyn’s crown, melted it using magic and turned it to a new crown for him to wear atop his head. He was her new emperor, her love, and her rock. He was her Emperor, and the one who she chose to be with.

“As your new Empress and Emperor, we will bring a new era to this land, this I promise. And those who have given their service to my cause will be rewarded with a plot of land to call their own.” The cheers reached an even greater crescendo. She smiled as she looked at Daulton, who held her hand. There would be much to do, but today was a day to be celebrated, and celebrate they did, as much food as could be brought was brought to the palace which would be their new home along with all the nobles of the Dragoncrown empire and the former Northmarch ones, it was as much as a chance to smooth things over and to see who would pose a future problem. This was also shared by the soldiers who helped them win this fight. The sounds of celebration echoed through the city.

Esapharia sat at the head of the main table of the feast, wine glass in her hand as she listened to the various nobles talking most of them trying to schmooze their ways into Esapharia’s good graces, Daulton for his part was the more lively of the two of them, talking to the various nobles himself, he was laughing and you wouldn’t think that he’d just lead an entire army to victory that morning. She loved her man, she loved him more than anyone in the world, and she couldn’t wait till tonight to be with him. She gave him a flirty look, fluttering her eyes, and Daulton seemed to get what she was hinting at.

“My friends, it’s been fun, but my beloved is growing rather tired. It is time for us to retire for the night. We’ll leave you for the rest of the night.” Daulton said as he raised his glass which the other guests raised in return, the two left the main hall and headed towards their new bedchamber, the servants had prepared the room for the two, changing the sheets and other things so that the two could enjoy their first night together in their new home. Entering their new bedchamber, Daulton closed the door behind them and was immediately pounced upon by Esapharia. The dragoness grabbed her lover by the arms, bringing him close to her and kissing him deeply. Her forked tongue mingled with his and the two felt the heat rise between them.

“Eager, aren’t you my love?” Daulton’s words were filled to the brim with the same kind of lust that Esapharia was feeling.

“Oh, yes, I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Esapharia said as she kissed Daulton again and again, “I grew tired of those nobles and their endless prating about nothing, now I can be with a person I love.” Esapharia said as she separated from Daulton she then walked over to the bed that the two would share for their lives together.

“I must say, seeing you so amorous is quite the sight.” Daulton said as he followed Esapharia to the bed. She placed a finger up, urging him to stop.

“Undress me.” Esapharia growled in lust, and Daulton narrowed his eyes. Oh how his beloved loved these types of games. He walked up behind her and reached his hands around her waist, trailing his hands up from her skirt to her bodice. Untying the garment lace by lace, all the while he peppered kisses upon Esapharia’s neck, which made the dragon moan in pleasure. Her obsidian scales felt like fire against his lips. With her bodice undone, Daulton removed the piece of clothing from her body and then began to work on her corset. The lace garment did wonders to her already generous figure. Unlacing her corset, Daulton then kissed her back and Esapharia arched her back as he continued to kiss her body. Her corset gone, Daulton then worked on her skirt, pulling it down slowly, watching Esapharia shimmy out of the rest of her clothing, leaving her completely naked.

“Such beauty,” Daulton said as he kissed her again and again, all over every inch of her body that he could reach, her lips, her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. Her scaled body was now a raging inferno, lust raising higher and higher in her body. “I love you Esapharia, and I want you so badly. Do you want me, my love?” Daulton asked.

“Yes!” Esapharia moaned as she felt Daulton kiss her breasts, sucking at her erect nipples, making her moan out in pleasure, then she felt her lover’s fingers trace the outside of her pussy, playing with her pussy lips. He then plunged his finger into her waiting snatch, making the dragon arch her back. Long gone were the days of a man who was so flustered by the mere thought of being intimate with a woman, replaced with a man who gave her as much pleasure as she did, “F-fuck!” Esapharia moaned again and again as Daulton fingered her. His fingers plunged in and out of her moist depths as he continued to suck and play with her sensitive breasts.

“I love it when you curse for me,” Esapharia heard him growl as he bit her nipple making her moan even louder before, her body was being assaulted by the pure surge of pleasure that her lover was giving, “It makes me so fucking hard.” Daulton’s finger soon dug deeper and deeper into her cunt, making her moan louder and louder. She was in heaven, and she wanted it to never end.

“Cum for me! Cum for me and let me see you come undone.” Daulton ordered, and Esapharia did exactly that. Her moans reached a tight crescendo, and she arched her back in sheer, unadulterated pleasure. Her hips bucked against his hand as her juices coated it. He smiled down upon her. Oh what would her subjects think if they saw their beloved empress writhing in the sheets like a common strumpet. Coming down from the high of her orgasm, Esapharia took a moment to compose herself before she tackled Daulton onto his back.

“My turn now.” Esapharia growled as she ripped off Daulton’s clothes, not caring when he protested, revealing his naked form, his tan skin a pure contrast to her obsidian colored scales. But the main prize that Esapharia wanted was his cock, which was now standing erect. It twitched with his heartbeat and with each twitch, a dribble of precum escaped from its tip. She gripped his member with her hand and began to stroke it up and down, eliciting moans from Daulton as she did. Her hand was delicate, soft, and scaled at the same time. This contrast was a dangerous combo for Daulton, since she knew how to hold him to make him cum. But Esapharia was a mistress of teasing. She knew how to get him near to the edge only to stop and make him beg for release. Her fingers worked deftly to bring him to a near orgasm again and again.

“Esapharia, p-please I want to cum.” Daulton begged and Esapharia smiled down at him.

“Not into my hand. Tonight we sire heirs and I want all your seed inside me.” Esapharia said her body was on fire; she wanted his cock inside her. Dragons could control when they became pregnant, and Esapharia wanted this night to be the one that gave them their first child. Letting go of his member, Esapharia mounted Daulton so that her pussy was right above his cock. He could feel the heat emanating from her cunt, and he wanted it so badly. Pushing him down into the sheets, Esapharia slowly impaled herself on Daulton’s cock. The two’s moans mixed into a duet as Esapharia hilted on Daulton’s cock, hitting her cervix with a tight kiss.

“YES!” Esapharia moaned out in such pure bliss that she was certain that the guests in the dining hall could hear her, not that she cared, the whole kingdom could hear her getting what she wanted: her husband’s massive cock inside her, making her pregnant. When their coronation came in a few months, she wanted to be absolutely gravid, so that the whole of Elhiem knew who she was with, who made her Empress. She raised her hips up so that only the tip of his cock was still inside her, then she slammed down upon it drawing another moan from her. She bounced up and down upon his cock as Daulton gripped her hips to steady her. Her body felt like it was on cloud nine, and she was never coming off of it. She could feel Daulton’s cock twitch inside her, indicating he was about to cum. She pinned him down as she kissed him deeply picking up the pace and with a moan, Daulton filled Esapharia.

Thick, thick ropes of seed filled the dragoness’ womb, and she moaned in sheer utter delight as she felt his spunk coating her womb completely, so much seed filled her that she could see her belly distend a bit, was he that backed up? She didn’t know, she didn’t care, she was going to be filled with Daulton’s cum and nothing else mattered. When the final drop of his cum left his balls, she collapsed beside him, rubbing her belly, looking not too dissimilar to how it would look in a few months. Sitting up, Esapharia grabbed a nearby potion and handed it to Daulton, who drank it without question. Soon his stamina was back, and he was ready to breed her again.

Several months later…

That night proved fruitful or was it the night after, Esapharia was not sure which of their many trysts in the wake of their victory conceived their daughter (she knew it was since she made sure that their first child would be one,) but she could not be happier, standing before the gathered empire as she was officially crowned as Empress of the Dragoncrown and Daulton Emperor of the Dragoncrown, her belly gravid and showing how far along she was, she smiled. Her empire secured, her love secured, and her heir secured. Esapharia, who slept for many hundreds of years, now had what she longed for before her people’s long slumber. But this was just the beginning. She had her sights on so much more, and Daulton would lead them to it.