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[b][u][center]A Royal Promotion

For Sidecord

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

After dealing with the fourth dragonslayer in under a week – and the twelfth one that month – Rumiir had had enough. The great blue dragon shook his head over the charred corpse just outside his cave, the armor still smoking and the sword still glowing bright red from their ‘fight.’ A joke, more accurately; this knight hadn’t even gotten as far as his predecessor had, giving himself away on the slopes of the mountain.

He had been willing to overlook a couple of dragonslayers – such was inevitable, when a dragon lived near a kingdom of any reasonable size – but to have so many come looking for him directly was a problem. They were all incompetent so far, but sooner or later someone with a little more skill would come by and put a hole in his wings…or worse.

The dragon trundled over to the body, flipping it over.

“Okay, let’s see…you ironhides usually keep your pouches in the back, so…”

Just as he’d thought. It was completely undamaged, which was a definite plus. No need to worry about fire damage on whatever the knight was carrying. It was a little awkward working such small things with his claws, but eventually he managed to get them open. He nosed several different scrolls open, discarded those that were nothing more than small spells, until he found one with the royal seal on it.

A quick glance confirmed what he’d expected. Queen Emillia, ruler of the kingdom just down the mountain, had been sending out bounties on his hide, all for a list of ‘crimes’ that he hadn’t actually committed.

[i]Well, two cows stolen, that’s true,[/i] the dragon was forced to admit. [i]But theft from the royal treasury? Attacks on the royal knights? Torching fields? Lies and slander.[/i]

This Queen Emillia would have to be taught proper respect for him, and for dragons in general. One did not put out bounties without cause.

The mountain shook beneath him as he kicked into the air, his wings snapping open and carrying him on the winds that blew up the sides. The whistling sound of the air rushing past him followed him as he flew down to the kingdom below…

#

The palace guards were hardly able to put up a fight. Rumiir avoided their single barrage of arrows with ease and brought his tail down on their rooftops. Those that didn’t run away fell. Those that did…well, they didn’t matter as he swooped up towards the central spire.

Digging his claws into the stone, the dragon pulled himself up, up, up the great stone tower until he was at the very top. He saw the flicker of metal through the window, and growled deep in his throat.

“If you value your life, put down your weapon.”

The shimmering metal in the shadows paused, then slowly lowered. Rumiir let the fires in the back of his mouth fade, and finally coiled his tail around the tower to support his weight.

“Come into the light.”

Footsteps, slow and unsteady, unsure. He waited quietly as a silhouette took shape on the far side of the room, and became clearer as it walked closer and closer to him. It seemed either feeble or afraid, or both.

Eventually, the light from the balcony fell on a crown, and the dragon knew he’d found the queen. She was old, her hair turning gray, though there was still a dark brown at the roots of the various strands. She wore a baggy, puffy sort of gown that hid everything, and her face was drawn down with wrinkles and old, stretched flesh.

Worst of all, he saw madness in her eyes. Paranoia, fear, anger, insanity. It was all there, all burning through her.

[i]That explains the bounty notices…[/i]

“Who are you, dragon?! By what right do you attack me, Queen Emillia?”

“By the right of self-defense. You sent twelve dragonslayers after me.”

“Too few! I should have sent a hundred. It doesn’t matter. You will fall soon enough. No dragon may threaten my realm and live!”

“And what threat have I even given?”

“You have attacked my castle!”

“I came to visit your castle. You shot first.”

“You threaten the queen!”

“You drew a weapon first.”

She snarled, glaring at him as she stuttered and stammered for words. He shook his head slightly. This piece of royalty was hopeless, a danger to anyone that she thought would threaten her rule. The fact that he had been the first dragon to be attacked was not surprising; he was the nearest, and he had a reputation for strength. It wouldn’t be the last time, though, particularly if this woman stayed in power.

As the queen continued to rant and rave at him, the dragon heard the sound of a door opening. He turned his head slightly to the side, looking past the old woman…and smiled.

[i]Well, now, that is a vision of loveliness.[/i]

Silhouetted against the torchlight of the stairs behind her was a younger woman, perhaps barely twenty, if that. She looked like a younger, more suitable version of the queen, and her tiara proved to him that she was related by blood. A princess, perhaps? Yes, that was something he could work with.

The Queen yanked his attention back to her by a daring punch to his nose, making his eyes go wide.

“Are you even listening, dragon?! I am not done threatening you!”

“Yes, you are.”

“You don’t have the authority to silence me! How dare you even consider yourself that powerful? I am the Queen! I am the ultimate authority! I sentence you to death! Death and dungeon! Death and –”

“Shut. Up.”

The hint of fire from deep in his throat was enough to quiet her, though not enough to silence her as she started muttering under her breath. He looked past her to the human female on the stairs. She still hadn’t retreated; quite a brave one, it seemed.

He liked that.

“You are the Princess, I assume?”

“Princess Halia, yes.”

“Then listen to me, Princess. Shut the door, and go down two floors. You don’t want to be here for this.”

“Why?”

“Because I am going to dispense justice of my own.”

The Queen gasped, and whipped her head around.

“Daughter, if you listen to this beast, you are nothing more than a traitor! I swear, you will be banished from my kingdom! I will scour you with plagues beyond any imagining you have. I –”

Clunk.

The door shut, and unless the dragon missed his guess, it was locked as well. He chuckled to himself, giving the princess time to begin her walk down the stairs.

“Isn’t it lovely when the younger ones do what they’re told?”

The Queen whirled to face him, pulling a dagger from her waist. It was sharp enough to shine in the balcony air, but she held it clumsily, tucked with the blade pointed down so she could try and ram it down like a hammer.

It was easy enough to spit a bit of fire at her hand, knocking it away. Even as the Queen screamed from the pain, Rumiir adjusted his grip, pulling at the stones that his claws were embedded in. They were coming free relatively easily, breaking down as he squeezed and clenched.

He gave the princess a few more seconds, thinking she must be far enough down by now, before looking the Queen in the eye.

“I think it’s time for a change in rulership.”

“You think you can supplant me?! I am the Queen!”

“Not for long.”

And with that, he wrenched himself back, lifting himself up in the air and the top of the tower with him. The stones cracked and rolled, and more than a few tumbled down to the courtyard below, but the tower was broken. He carried it up with him, dragging the breaking floors along. It was almost too much, even for his strength, but he needed to make a point of this. He needed to make sure that everyone understood the consequences of what their ruler had done.

He flew along the open lands, ignoring the Queen’s shouts and pleas. There was nothing that she could say that could save her life now, and nothing that could be done to put things back the way that they had been. It was time for a change.

He carried her a good half mile from the castle, holding the almost-destroyed bedchamber of the queen over five hundred feet in the air…and let go.

Her screams rose to his ears for only a few seconds before she went out of earshot. He watched from his place high in the sky as she plummeted, her body invisible among the wreckage as it hit the ground. Stones tumbled across the ground, making a crater among the fields, and he waited for another minute before descending.

It took him little time to find her body, half-squashed and broken among the stones. Hooking a claw through her crown, he took to the skies again, and flew back to the castle. Rather than approaching directly, he hovered just outside of bow-range, and called out.

“I call for a meeting between Dragon and Monarch. Should you wish to agree, send the princess Halia to meet me on the High Rocks in five hours time. I will be there, and guarantee her safety. If not, then I will be back in six hours, to take her myself for the meeting.”

The blue dragon flew off, his wings beating hard as he made for the High Rocks. A great meeting place almost out of time, and a place where he and this Halia could make a deal…he hoped.

#

He gave them five hours, and the princess arrived in four. It was a good sign, considering she would have had to flog her servants to get her there in time.

Rumiir looked up from his rest, uncoiling his neck from the rest of his body to look at the princess. She had taken the time to get dressed, he saw, her body no longer swathed in the dressing gown from the tower. No, now she wore some sort of dress, leather, but form-fitting. It was surprisingly nice looking, he had to admit, particularly with the way that it cupped at her chest and hips.

Chuckling, the dragon brought himself to all fours, the crown still resting on his claw. He made sure that she saw it, lifting a forepaw to greet her.

“Princess Halia. I’m glad that you decided to meet with me.”

“After you carried off my mother, I’m reasonably sure that it’s Queen Halia, now.”

“That, my dear, remains to be seen.” He gestured to a nearby rock. “Sit, please.”

She did, and he started to pace around the High Rocks. From here, it was easy to see everything around him. They were great pillars of stone, reaching over a mile into the air, with circular steps leading along the sides. True, she might have put some troops along the paths – if she was an idiot – but anything further would have been left on the plains below…and he didn’t see anything down there.

It seemed that she wanted to meet in good faith. A rare trait, in rulers.

The dragon turned back to her.

“Your mother had set a number of dragonslayers on me.”

“I heard your accusations against her. From what I remember, she would have been doing something like that. It was her way.”

“To kill?”

“To assume everyone wanted to kill her.”

“Self-fulfilling prophecy.”

“I thought so.”

[i]Hmmm, certainly more interesting than her mother…and more agreeable. And certainly quite a bit easier on the eyes.[/i]

Rumiir walked over to her, slowly circling around her rock. She watched him, but only when he walked in front of her, trusting him not to harm her when he was behind her. Quite regal, in a way. Quite lovely.

“Do you plan on doing the same thing? Do you want to take revenge for your mother, take some price out of my hide?”

“No. She was a monster, and was only becoming worse. The only thing that left her on the throne was the fact that we were all afraid of her.”

“Then you owe me, do you not?”

“…Yes, but I feel to a limited extent.”

“Heh, are you afraid?”

“When one owes someone like you a favor, I think that one should always be at least concerned.”

“Hehehe…Very wise.”

He sat down, deliberately sitting behind her in a way that pressed his belly up against her back. It wasn’t quite a lewd pose, not yet, but all he would have to do was hunch his hips forward, just slightly, and it would become one very quickly.

As she craned her neck to look back at him, he held up the crown on his claw. She immediately turned to look at it instead, and he let it dangle.

“I am willing to give this back.”

“On several conditions, I imagine.”

“Smart girl. I could easily take over your city, even your kingdom, if I wanted. It might be safer for everyone that way; a dragon can fight other dragons, and your people would be freed up to do what they needed to do.

“On the other hand, you could be given the crown. You could become queen now, instead of waiting for decades for me to be bored. You could be the ruler of the kingdom…but only if you serve me.”

“…You want a Queen beneath your claws?”

“Being honest, I want a bitch beneath me at all.”

“You mean –”

He smirked, pressing his hips forward, dragging his sheath along her back. Even through the thicker leathers, there was no way that she could miss the sensation, the different textures, and even the feeling of his cock slowly sliding out along the back of her head. The sensation of her long, dark hair rubbing along the tip was enough to encourage him to keep growing, particularly as she froze rather than ran away.

She was definitely proving herself a superior to her mother in every way.

“I mean that you will ‘serve’ me in any way that I want. Whenever I come to visit, you will greet me. Every time that I come to stay, you will strip out of your clothes when we are in private, and give me the relief that I want. You will be the people’s Queen, but you will be my bitch.

“Do you understand my deal, little Halia? Do you think that you can accept that, in order to be Queen? Or do I need to take control for your own good?”

The princess went quiet, and he waited, slowly dragging his hips back and forth, smearing her hair with some of his pre as she considered. Despite the quiet, he was almost positive which way she would decide. After all, there was a limitation to how much her people could do. And it wasn’t like he was threatening to make it all public. All she had to do was meet him in private every so often for some fun.

[i]Heh, the only thing she’d need to worry about is how much I would ruin her for the human males. By the time I’m done, she won’t even feel them when they come to call. Oh, what will they call her? The Dragon-Touched? The Beast-Lover? Oh, the many names that will come, and she won’t care.[/i]

“If I serve you, you will allow me to rule?”

“More, Halia. I will make sure that your lands are safe. If you work with me, I will work with you. It’s not like I would want to see my personal ‘Queen’ disposed of by someone.”

“Then we have a deal.”

“Wonderful. Then turn around, little princess.”

She did, and he got to see her expression as she saw his emerging cock. It was priceless, seeing her eyes go wide at the sight of something that was almost as big as her arm, and still growing. The princess’s jaw dropped open, and stayed that way as he reached around her, pressing her to his crotch.

“It’s time for you to start delivering on those services, your highness.”

“M-Majesty, please!”

“When you prove that you will do what you’re told, then you get the new title. Not before.”

Though she groaned, he felt her embrace his sheath happily enough. Her hands – even her arms – wrapped around it, squeezing it and encouraging him to keep growing harder and harder. He groaned under his breath, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her working him over, of the new sensation of a smaller mouth working over the top of his sheath and the mid-point of his shaft.

Kobolds had nothing on this.

The princess kept licking and squeezing him, and the dragon felt himself rather impressed with her skills, particularly as she was dragging him further and further out of his sheath without being told. She was licking at his cockhead, spreading herself further up as she stood up from the rock. He heard her kicking off her shoes, felt her warm soles grinding against his sack as she reached towards the head of his cock.

He already knew that there was no way that he would slide the entirety of his member inside of her, but he was impressed to see her trying to take all of it. She was reaching for the heavens, and he would reward her with the bliss that she earned.

“Wait a moment, princess.”

The dragon adjusted himself, laying back on the rocky ground. As he did, his cock flopped down against his belly, the whole length of it slapping wetly from his own pre and her spit on him.

He smirked as she stared at it, her cheeks on fire.

“Don’t keep me waiting now. You know what you need to do.”

“There is no way in heaven or hell that that is going to fit inside of me.”

“Good thing that we’re not in heaven or hell, then.”

“You can’t be –”

“Bitch.”

It shut her up immediately, and she looked down at his cock again. He held the crown over his cock, and he saw the determination come back. Whether she wanted this or not, she did want the crown, and she would do most anything to get it.

She stripped off her dress, throwing the form-fitting leather to the side and revealing a very pale body. It seemed that the Queen had kept the princess very confined…perhaps that was why she was so willing to pursue this. Freedom of any sort would be better than what the old woman had kept this lady under.

As the princess stripped off her underwear and bra, Rumiir grinned. She was quite endowed in the chest, it seemed, and looked like she would be able to swallow his cockhead, at least, between the rounded globes.

Once more, he gestured to his cock, and she climbed onto his belly. As she straddled him – something that she couldn’t quite do completely – he groaned as her warmth settled down on top of his cock. It wasn’t much, not compared to the sort of thing that he was used to, but still leagues better than kobolds. If he didn’t warm them up tremendously, they tended to be chilly down there, waiting for someone else to warm them and the rest of their bodies. This princess was hot from the start.

Slowly, she slid herself along his cock, gradually grinding her pussy towards the head of his shaft. Every so often, she slipped, and her breasts smashed down around his cock before she could stop herself. He chuckled every time it happened, but more to hide his moans than anything else.

By the time she reached his tip, he could positively smell her wetness, the scent spreading through the air. He smiled up at her.

“It seems you must have come alone, princess. I doubt you would be doing this if any officers could possibly see you.”

She went bright red again, but still reached down to his cock. She lifted herself up, just enough to press the thick head of his cock against her pussy. The fact that she was still moving forward with her end of the deal spoke much to her credit, he thought, and he just laid back to wait. After all, it was quite the project that she had picked; getting his cock inside of her wouldn’t be that easy.

Princess Halia pressed back against him, but her pussy lips refused to part for his cock. Even as she whimpered and ground back, he could tell that she was too tight to do it on her own. That idea only made his cock throb all the harder, anticipating what it would be like when he slid inside, and he chuckled as she put his shaft down.

“It’s too big. I can’t…”

“You will. If you want the crown, you will.”

“But it’s impossible.”

“Heh…shall I help you, princess?”

He saw the thoughts flickering through her mind, writ plain as day on her face. She considered the pain, she considered the discomfort, but most of all, she considered the crown. Halia wanted it more than anything else – it was clear to him – and she would do anything for it.

[i]And you have no idea of what this will turn you into,[/i] he thought with a small smirk. [i]Once someone has had a dragon, they will never want anything else. You will be broken open, and you will be broken for me. My girl. My Queen. My Bitch.[/i]

“Fine…help me.”

He nodded, taking his free forepaw and wrapping it around her waist. With his tail, he pulled his cock up, making sure that the point was directed just where it needed to be. As he pulled her down on him, almost like a cock sleeve, he saw the realization of what his help would be. Pressure. Not lubrication, not stretching, but the pressure to pop his cock inside of her.

“Wait, wait!”

“It’s too late now, my princess. You are about to learn how to serve a dragon properly.”

Pushing down on her, he felt the weight that she pushed onto his cock. She gasped and groaned, squirming against his claws, but there was no way that she could escape. He made sure to hold her too firmly for that. Bit by bit, he felt her pussy bending against his pressure, against the force he pushed her down with. Opening, some little bit of her juices running down the head of his cock –

Until finally, it popped in.

The both of them screamed at that, him from pleasure and her likely from shock. He felt his cock slide in almost six inches in the first thrust, and he let go, looking down to see how it looked.

She barely caught herself, standing on tiptoe on his belly as his cock pierced her pussy, forming a thick bulge between her legs. He could see it standing out against her skin, a bulge that he could almost reach out and pet, if he wanted.

Instead, she did it for him, reaching down and rubbing at it in shock.

“How…you…”

“This is the pleasure of riding a dragon, my princess. Now…squat down…take more of me.”

“This is – AH!”

Her legs gave out, just enough for her to fall a few inches. He felt her squeeze those inches in, felt her stretching open, her body breaking in for him. The princess gasped, and slid back that bit more. He saw her shaking, shivering all over. Her legs and her arms were breaking out in goosebumps, but her pussy…

Her pussy was wetter than ever, her slick slime dripping down her legs and over his cock. It was like an anointing of arousal, and he loved it.

Rumiir didn’t even have to do anything. The clenching, needy nature of her pussy had been awakened, and the human kept taking more without him telling her. She didn’t even seem aware that she was doing it; her body’s hunger did it for her. Every time that she took a few more inches, she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head, and she seemed more and more out of it than she had been before.

It didn’t take long before she was squatting down over his cock, his shaft buried deep inside of her belly. He could see it running through her, felt her ass grinding against his knot. It was so big now, so full…

But he doubted she could take that. Not on the first time.

Besides, her face told the whole story. She was broken down for him. He grinned at her, pressing a claw under her chin as her breasts bounced with her heaving, panting breath.

“Who are you?”

“Queen…Halia.”

“And what are you?”

“Your…your Bitch.”

“Do you want me to be your master, ‘Queen?’ Do you want me to take you, own you, and use you, while you rule the land for me?”

“Yes, yes, please…please, make me your Bitch…be my master…”

“Do you want me to collar you? Use you?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Everything, yes!”

He chuckled. Breaking people was so fun. Their hunger for pleasure always did them in, even the ones that were smaller than him.

Rumiir leaned forward, dragging his claw around her neck. It was just a light scratch, but it left a line around her neck that was reddened and pink from the touch of his claw. Nothing to hurt…but a mark of a collar until he could get her a proper one.

“Now…ride me, bitch. Ride my cock.”

And she did. The princess – Queen, he supposed, as he gave her the crown – bounced on his cock hard, her body swelling and thinning by turns as she took his cock inside of her. At first, it was so slow because of how tight she still was, but it didn’t take long for her pussy to give up, to loosen for his cock. He felt it taking on his shape, breaking in so that it could take him more frequently, more often.

He groaned, his hips twitching with the need to breed her properly, but there was no chance of that here. On the High Rocks, there were no places he could bend her over properly, and she was too small for him to breed right on the ground.

That would be for later. He could have her that way in her palace, in the courtyard, wherever he wanted. The Queen of the kingdom would be his personal plaything, and no one would be able to object.

And he…he would protect her.

[i]Mine, girl,[/i] he thought as he looked at her. [i]You will be mine, Halia, and you will love it. And I will keep my end of the bargain.[/i]

She pressed back against his knot again and again, her feet wrapped around the sides of it most pleasurably. He groaned every time he felt her ass smack against it, wishing he could bring himself to shove her down on his knot properly, but he knew that it would break her body in a less-good way. No knotting…not this time.

His pre flooded out of her with how hard she had him, leaving her thighs glistening, her feet in puddles along his scales. Her breasts bounced wildly, slapping off of her chest with lewd, wet thumps, and her eyes were rolling back in her head in obvious signs of orgasm.

“Heh…cum for me, Queen.”

And she did, slamming down against his knot. It pushed against her, swelling as she strained, grinding against it with all she had. He saw almost a third of it slide in, almost forcing her into the splits before her body rejected it.

It was enough – combined with her new sudden tightness – to take him over the edge. He growled, cumming deep inside of the human Queen, filling her and marking her with his seed. He saw her belly bulge until there was no room left for his cum, and the rest shoot out of her over his knot.

He smiled at her, panting as she did, and adjusted her crown gently.

“Very well…your bitch majesty.”

#

It took a few days, but the Queen received a proper coronation. Rumiir wasn’t invited, but then again, he didn’t expect to be. Queen-in-Waiting wasn’t the same as Queen, and he doubted that she could command the guards to allow him back so easily as that.

However, he was happy to receive an invitation – this time from a proper courier rather than a dragonslayer – to the capital city. He was so happy to get it that he took the courier on his back to the capital, rather than leaving him to walk as he might have normally done.

He landed in the courtyard, and the queen was there to meet him. Halia looked up at him, her eyes glazing over slightly as soon as they saw each other, and he grinned, knowing that her submission was still there. After the obligatory greetings and courtesies – something that he barely remembered how to do – the Queen dismissed her people and they were able to walk the courtyard alone.

They made small talk for a few minutes before the big blue dragon was tired of it. He waved her over to a small grove in the courtyard, and sat down with his back towards the entrances.

“So, Bitch. Be truthful with your master. Have you missed me?”

“So much. More than I can say.”

“Heh. Have you been practicing since I was away?”

“I’ve…tried, though there is nothing in the castle that quite matches what you shoved into me the last time.”

“That you shoved into yourself, towards the end.”

“…true, Master.”

Chuckling, he reached down to one of his forepaws, tugging at a golden band that he’d hooked around a claw. It was just big enough, he felt, and he handed it over to her. Halia took it, staring at the golden band with a ruby in the front, and he smiled.

“A bitch deserves a collar. This is yours.”

“This…it’s huge…how am I…”

“I can’t use it, but there is a latch along one side.”

She found it soon enough, and opened it. She held it by her neck, looked up at him, and – after he nodded – she closed it. It clicked shut, sealed around her throat. Rumiir smiled, pulling a rope out from somewhere and tossing one end to her, instructing her to loop it through the collar.

“Good girl…now, let’s get somewhere quiet for some real fun…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]