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For as long as Ashlyn could remember, Lord Crown lived in that mountain overlooking the western kingdom, but she had never once seen him in person. She remembered her parents telling her stories about him, that he was unofficially the true king of the world, the most powerful, richest creature to have ever walked the earth. Even now, she sort of believed it, some humans prayed to him, supposedly just about everything else did as well, in addition to their own deities, of course. Another legend told about great wars between the great tribes and a near human genocide until Lord Crown singlehandedly stopped the war and bought a monstrous chunk of the land just for the humans to live. Again, it was something she sort of believed, if it were true, it explained why none of the other species ever crossed into human territory. She always had so many questions, and it seemed that they were just about to get answered.

“Come.” The smooth, dark voice came the darkness in Lord Crown’s mountain, a corridor that led deeper into his home. Ashlyn didn’t respond for a long while, shaken by the sudden voice before looking around. The initial room was a clean little cavern, there were torches on the wall and nicely made chairs and a couch of western kingdom design. They looked far better and much softer than anything she had ever sat in, even the King’s throne seemed to pale in comparison to the quality of Lord Crowns simplicities. The stone floor was polished to perfection and warm to the touch, body-warm, even though it was a little cold out.

Ashlyn took a final look outside of the mountain at the western kingdom below and all of the land as far as her eye could see. She turned away afterward and descended the cave through the dark space, but she didn’t have to go very far. Half-way through, the corridor was lit up by a few more torches, then came the throne room.

She felt dizzy at the sight of it all, Lord Crown sitting in a monstrous throne of impeccable quality, trimmed of gold and specked with jewelry, but not gaudy. The floor was littered with gold coins, paper currency, jewelry, far more than she’d ever even seen in her dreams. There were several piles so high they actually touched the ceiling, and that was no small feat, even for him, she imagined. She took a step back, needing to catch her breath marveling at the overwhelming wonder of it all.

“Welcome to my home, doctor.” Lord Crown lifted the haze from her mind, suddenly drawing her attention as he stood up from his throne. A quick look revealed a height just over ten feet, but an even closer examination in only a matter of moments revealed how flawless of a specimen he was. His belly was a steelbrushed silver and each and every one of his black scales were polished to perfection. His claws were cleaned and sharpened to a point. The velvety underside of his wings were a darkened blood red, the very same one would expect of a throne’s velvety cushions. He stepped forward to meet her, proudly displaying his built chest and muscled arms, letting his tail drag over the piles of gold, occasionally clenching a number of coins before dropping him. He stopped just in front of her and she took one back— he didn’t look bothered by it. “I do hope your visit, or stay, will be an enjoyable one.”

Lord Crown had only first appeared to her that morning when he requested a meeting with her. It was only moments after she had woken up, and her tiredness combatted just how shocked she was. Truthfully, she still kinda thought she was dreaming, but she’d been waiting in that cave in her pajamas for quite some time and her mind had a while to process everything. She still had a lot of questions, though.

“Hold on…” She buried her face into her hands and took a deep breath, sighing loud before rubbing her face and dropping her hands to her sides. “Can we…start from the beginning? Please?”

Lord Crown nodded before turning away and motioning for her to follow. He retreated into his throne, taking the only available seat before waving out his hand to the sea of gold all around him. “Sit anywhere you like.”

Ashlyn followed, but when he motioned to the gold she looked back with a raised brow. After a long while she picked the largest pile, first attempting to sit on it before somewhat sprawling out. She felt awkward in her baggy pajamas, her hair a mess, and completely unwashed, that and the gold was a little uncomfortable, but she didn’t smell and the idea of laying on a bed of gold actually made everything a little better. “A-Alright…”

Lord Crown nodded. “You know who I am, and from the looks of it, you’re well aware that I’m a collector of valuables among other things. I can see everything before me from my mountain, and you have caught my eye.”

Ashlyn waited for a long while, her mind struggling to process everything, but when it finally had, she took a deep breath. “I have?” She repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I can see your house clearly from my mountain. I see the sick and needy enter your domain, and in time I see them leave with spirits lifted. I know you are a doctor, an underappreciated doctor, and I will pay to have you at my side.” Lord Crown spoke like smooth chocolate, everything sounded so right and decisively sweet.

Despite his voice and commanding presence, she couldn’t help but note the idea that he was potentially attempting to buy her like some kind of object. “Hold on, you’ll pay who? What if I don’t want to leave? I mean, I’m the best doctor in Westernvale, I’m one of the only doctors in Westernvale. You can’t just take me away.”

Once more, the dragon nodded, his gaze focused and unmoving, his expression unchanging. He gave her undivided attention and listened to each and every word. Talking to him almost felt right.

“Arrangements have already been made. I’ve spoken to your king and paid for your potential leave; your kingdom has been warned and paid for your potential leave as well. Your answer is the only one that matters here.”

“Wait.” Ashlyn sat up. “You already talked to everyone without me? And told them I might be leaving? What did they say?” Her mind immediately went to her patients and all of her ongoing treatments. Lord Crown watched and read her expression, looking deep into her soul through her eyes. His expression remained unchanging.

“It’s for the best that you don’t know.” Lord Crown said in the same chocolatey voice, then he looked away for a moment. He returned his gaze to Ashlyn after a moment. “However, I will not withhold the truth from you.”

Ashlyn groaned—She knew it wasn’t going to be something she’d like. “It’s alright, you can tell me.”

“They were hesitant except for the King, who gladly offered you for 200 gold pieces. Your patients however, accepted refunds on their treatments, totaling 25 gold pieces. There were some that were hesitant, but the majority were assured they could simply find another doctor.” Lord Crown reached down into the sea of gold and lifted a mound, letting it slip through his fingers and pour onto the ground. Neither of them were entirely sure how much he just picked up, but they were both well-aware that 225 gold pieces wasn’t even a drop in the ocean for him. “I did not hear this in person, however. I sent a messenger, though they’ve already accepted my payment, also sent by messenger.”

Ashlyn’s heart sank and she lifted her legs, wrapping her arms around them and squeezing them against her body. It felt horrible, but she didn’t have any false hopes on the matter. She figured some amount of money would be enough for them to let her go, but 225 gold pieces? It wasn’t a small amount by any means, but it wasn’t very much either, she could have a decent house built for 100 gold pieces split between 5 workers. “T-Two-hundred and twenty five? Really?”

Lord Crown nodded, a strange shimmer in his eyes before he stood up. “Yes, just one second.” He turned away and exited the room without motioning for her to follow, so she didn’t. All the while her mind filled with thoughts of despair, wondering what she’d even do with herself since her kingdom didn’t even value her very highly. Lord Crown was right when he said that she was underappreciated, but the notion that she was only worth 225 gold pieces was a bigger wake-up call than any number of ungrateful patients could ever be.

After a short while Lord Crown returned with a scroll in his right hand. He handed it to her before returning to his seat. The parchment was of the highest quality and laced with gold. At the very bottom of it she made out her king’s signature and just below it was Lord Crown’s signature, written in the finest calligraphy she’d ever seen. She turned her attention to the contents of the document, but only long enough to wish that she hadn’t. Everything Lord Crown mentioned was on the scroll, the king’s agreement, the amounts paid, even the names of her patients that she was treating.

“Thanks…” Ashlyn rolled up the scroll and held it out. Crown took it with his tail and set it aside. “So…now what? Do I just…belong to you now?” She knew she could have returned home and her kingdom would have been allowed to keep their gold pieces, but truthfully, it wasn’t even an option in her mind. They had actually picked having gold over her, and not very much of it, at that. The last thing she wanted was to go back to a place she wasn’t appreciated.

“No, not yet, at least.”

Strangely enough, Ashlyn didn’t find that the tad bit comforting. “Alright, then what? How much of a say do I really have here?”

Crown immediately caught on to what she was implying, but it didn’t bother him. “As much as you want, though I’m sure you’ll find my offer more than reasonable.”

Ashlyn attempted to focus a little more, just to show that he had her undivided attention. He had it the entire time, but this was especially important.

“You will stay here with me in a large, luxurious room. I will have your clothing replicated in the finest of materials alongside any of your belongings you choose and they will be delivered here for you. Any luxury you can name will be yours. You will eat like an empress, whatever you desire and whenever you desire, provided that messengers can fulfill your reasonable requests.”

She didn’t know where to begin, but it all sounded far too good to be true. Crown had just about offered far more than she could dream of…but at what cost?

“Excuse the disbelief…but I’d imagine I’m not getting all of that for free…and there are other doctors in the kingdom…so what am I missing?”

Lord Crown’s expression didn’t change. “You are the best and most appealing doctor in the town. You are to tend to not only my health, but each and every of my whims and desires, though I will allow little question and hesitation.”

“I- Wait…you want me to…” It didn’t take very long for her to put two and two together. “You want me to be your sex slave? Seriously?”

“If that’s what you’d like to call it, then yes, among other things.” It was more than apparent that Crown didn’t quite care that she was both bothered and offended by his statement. At the same time, reading those tight lips and unfocused eyes revealed that she was at least a little interested. “If you’d like, feel free to look around my home as you consider my offer. If you do accept, I’ll allow you to undo your decision only until the next full moon. That should be ample time to decide whether you’re satisfied or not. In addition, if you do leave, I’ll have your belongings and luxuries moved with you as well.”

“Alright.” Ashlyn focused on him with a frown as he stood up and turned away, finding it harder and harder to stay mad at him as he spoke. He really did offer her more than she’d ever even dreamt of and his offer was unbelievably one-sided. It almost sounded like he wanted her to ask for the world then leave him after a week. At the same time…she also had a subtle nagging feeling that he knew she wouldn’t just use him for wealth.

She groaned as she picked herself up, gently groping her body here and there. Upon deciding that she was nothing special she came to another conclusion as she started into the depths of his mountain. Maybe he just really wanted to fuck…

***

Ashlyn spent every part of an hour traversing the mountain looking for Crown, but each room that didn’t have him was more wondrous than the last. Several rooms were so full of gold and treasure that it freely spilled into the hallways. Other rooms housed sculptures or paintings, all of which signed by famous artists from all over the world, others were unique works that she had never even seen before. Any empty rooms were well-ventilated with windows overlooking the land and well-lit by floating orbs of light.

The time alone wasn’t nearly as beneficial as she had thought it would be. The entire idea of potentially whoring herself out left a horrible taste in her mouth, at the same time, the thought of returning to live in the kingdom felt even worse. She spent every moment considering her options, but every scenario led to the idea that staying with Crown, even for a little while, was the best choice. Even if he turned out to be a total asshole—which she was sure that he wouldn’t—she could simply decide to leave before the next full moon in a week and keep all of her luxurious gifts from Crown.

Even the idea of being bent over on command didn’t seem so bad. Truthfully, her sex life was dry and every sense of the word nonexistent. As a doctor there wasn’t any part of her patients that she hadn’t seen, from their nether regions to their dirty attitudes when the bill came. It had been far longer than she had remembered since she found herself interested in a man, and to her knowledge, vice-versa. Crown, however, told her exactly what he wanted and how he felt. He didn’t just tell her that he wanted a doctor—he thought she was attractive and wanted to fuck, it was just that simple for him.

Admittedly, she found him rather handsome and his attitude mysterious and alluring. She’d have been lying to herself if she said she didn’t want to know what he was packing between his legs. Soft sounds in the distance snapped her back to reality, where the followed them to an open door. Lord Crown was inside looking down to a book and her presence immediately caught his attention.

“Ashlyn.” He nodded and reached to his side, slipping a thin plate of gold between the pages and closing it. “May I help you?” He set the book aside and once again delivered his undivided attention.

She felt thousands of pins prick her body all over before she cleared her throat. “No, no. Everything’s alright.” She looked around. “May I come in?”

Crown lifted a hand only to whisk it over to the side. “Please do.”

Ashlyn stepped inside after a beat. The room was just as large as all of the others, but had a great deal of personality in comparison to the treasure rooms. The most notable detail was how spotless the room was, there wasn’t a speck of dirt on the floor or an ounce of dust anywhere to be found. A large dresser stood on one end of the room and a body mirror on the other. There was a painting of a godly-looking dragoness above the mirror, there was a full-body painting of the same dragoness in what she assumed to be his gallery. His room had actual windows and a sculpture here and there alongside a number of tall thin candles, about as tall as she was, shaped in spirals, one of them in the shape of a star and the other in the shape of a heart. Despite how formal everything looked, it was also homely and aside from a trim of gold on the mirror and the painting, it didn’t seem like he was trying to flaunt his wealth.

“So…I think I’ve made my decision.” Ashlyn tried not to smile, but she couldn’t help it. Every attempt to look serious ended with her lips curled in content.

“Oh?” Crown finally smiled back.

“Y-yeah.” Ashlyn cleared her throat and looked away, first at her reflection then unintentionally back to him, locking gazes. His smile was far more charming than she thought it’d be. “I think I’ll try staying here, at least for a while.”

Crown slowly picked himself up from his chair and made his way over to the nightstand. None of his steps made a sound and his tail hovered just over the floor. He opened the top drawer and lifted out the scroll before turning to her and handing it over. “And you’re aware of the consequences of agreeing?”

She smiled, slightly more confidently than before. “I know what I’m getting myself into. Just tell me what to do.”

Crown led her over to the nightstand again where he lifted a quillpen and a vial of ink from the top drawer again, it was filled with other important, signed documents. “Sign wherever you like.”

Just like that, Ashlyn signed herself away before blowing on the contract, ensuring the ink was dry before sliding it over to him. He did the very same before slipping it into the drawer followed by the ink. Afterward he turned away and motioned for her to follow. She did so without hesitation, following him through the dizzying paths in the mountain.

“I’ll have your belongings recreated and delivered here sometime tomorrow, so until then, you’re free to share my room. If you’d like, however, I can send for your clothes sometime tonight and they’ll arrive tomorrow morning.”

“Y-Yeah.” Ashlyn found little trouble keeping up until she had to jump over mounds of gold. The trip was much longer than she thought it’d be even though she hadn’t a clue where they were going. “That’d be nice. By the way, where are we going?”

Crown didn’t answer for a long while, continuing to descend in the mountain until he came to a hallway separated by a massive hole in the floor. On the other side of it was a door, the only closed one in the mountain and it was barricaded shut. The sight of it left an odd feeling whirling around in her stomach, though she couldn’t explain why.

“As long as you’re here with me, I want to make your first night one that you’ll remember for the rest of your days.” He turned to face her and whisked her off of her feet, holding her up in his arms. “Hold on tight.”

Ashlyn’s eyes widened, she curled her toes and reached up for Crown’s chest, holding on tight with a growing blush. “Hey!” Her shout turned into an echoed scream as she descended into utter blackness in Crown’s arms. The further they dropped the tighter she held on, then, from Crown’s mouth, came two flashes of light. Only a moment later the entire room was enlightened with the help of two pillars of fire in the distance, structures that had caught fire from Crown’s flames.

Once more, Ashlyn found herself far more amazed than before as Crown descended down to a knee. The heart of the mountain, the massive cavern was filled with an ocean of treasure as far as the eye could see. Every time she saw a room of treasure and priceless artifacts she convinced herself that it was enough, but this was far more than she could have ever imagined.

“This is…” she cleared her throat. “Something else, really.”

Crown let her down onto her back atop a pile of gold. “Do you like it?” He looked about the place with the most plain expression she’d seen yet. The wealth clearly hadn’t gone to his head and his question was honest. “If so, you can visit here as much as you like, but you cannot do so without me. Thieves hear of this place and fall in, none of them ever manage to find their way out, in the darkness, however.”

“A-Alright.” Ashlyn half-forced a smile. “Thank you, Lord Crown…but why did you bring me here?”

He smirked for the first time, “I can think of no place that you’ll remember more than right here.” He dipped his right claw into the sea of gold, wading through it to tug at her pajama-pants.

Her eyes widened and her first thought was to move back, but when she looked up into his eyes she remembered who he was and where she was. As strange was it was, the whole encounter didn’t feel forced, and he didn’t seem to want anything that she didn’t. She smiled, unable to find any words to match his own. He was right, after all.

Ashlyn began to casually strip away her clothing amidst the throbbing light of the flames and Crown didn’t say a word or make a sound. When she noticed that his gaze hinged on her body she slowed the process, leaning back, propped up against a stilled wave of gold and slipped down her pants one slow tug at a time. While she didn’t think much of her figure, Crown thought quite the opposite, lowering his head after her pants passed her knees. He tugged them the rest of the way down with his tail and gently ran his snout over her bare, pale skin. His hot dragon breath kissed her outsides and insides, leaving her to quiver. She bit her lip and did away with her top far faster than she thought she did.

“Ashlyn.” Crown’s voice was so much smoother and a great deal more powerful. He scooted closer and closer as she slowly spread her legs, forgetting that she was wearing panties. He reached down for her hips, caressing her flesh as he lowered his snout to her sizable breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head, breathing in deeply, her heart throbbing against him as he cupped and massaged her breasts with his tongue alone. She squealed softly, and moaned a long, deep moan, her scent filling the air, the gold beneath her growing wet.

She wrapped an arm around his head and lowered the other to her thighs, running her hand over her moist skin, easing her way toward her nether regions. She pressed her fingers to that split of flesh, piercing her depths and biting her lip. She threw her head back, fidgeting beneath Crown with a long, deep pants.

“Oh Crown…” Her voice was much higher than before, way more airy.

He continued to explore her body, popping the snap in the center of her bra with his teeth and letting it slip off with little trouble as she fell back to the mound of gold beneath her. His gaze fell on each and every voluptuous curve on her body and his claws treated every single one to proper lust. He straddled her and spread his wings, taking a deep breath of her scent as she drew closer and closer to her release.

She called for him again and he lowered his head to her cheek, where she tilted her head, kissing his face and groping his muscled chest. He ran his tongue over her neck and rested his claws on her breasts, gently fondling her rack, dimpling her flesh with his claws.

Ashlyn’s gaze went blurry and her breath went shorter and shorter as her chest tightened. All the while Crown’s manhood began to grow from his genital slit, first, the tapered tip only peeking out, then it began to grow and grow. His throbbing cock, soon filled a void that her mind had been begging for. It looked every bit as large and commanding as she imagined it would, and when he leaned against her, letting the tip drizzle precum over her belly, spreading a particular warmth, she found herself unable to hold back any longer.

Her vocals were almost exactly what expected them to be, louder than a scream with a great deal of depth. Her sound echoed endlessly, imprinting itself within his mind, quickly becoming one of the few things he’d decided that he’d never forget. Her scream stopped just as suddenly as it started, being replaced by hard panting.

She desperately wanted to apologize, but no words would come out and her body refused to move, all from the thought of him. Crown chuckled, lowering his claws to her soaked panties, pulling them down and flinging them away as he scooted back, gripping the gold coins at his sides. He wasn’t normally so patient, but he planned to follow through with his promises. She would remember this night for the rest of her life.

He lowered his snout to her thighs, nosing her hand away from her crotch before running his tongue over her moist thighs. She moaned again from his mere touch, the feel of her quivering body and the sound of her thumping heart was enough for him, at least for the time being. In desperation she reached out for his horns, grabbing them tight and making her hardest attempt to guide his tongue to her sex, but he continued to taunt her. Her legs and arms trembled wildly and her gaze continued to grow blurry, Crown had soon become a blob above her.

“Crown,” she gasped desperately, then she felt his tongue slip inside.

Again, she gasped, her body acting involuntarily, trembling all over, her lips tightening his long, soft tongue. He pushed in harder, undulating the muscle to play with her lips and tease her clit all at once. It continued to push deeper inside, curiously, commanding poking and prodding about like a separate entity. Her tight hold on his horns began to wane, her eyes rolled backward and even her thoughts went fuzzy.

Lord Crown continued, working his tongue like powerful waves over an ocean. He warranted each and every squirm and sigh beneath him, feeling the throbs of her womanhood through his entire being. His own pride throbbed and his loins ached desperately, but he didn’t spare her a single pleasure. He gently lifted his head against her waning strength, her scent far stronger and more alluring than before. His claws shifted to her knees, then her sides, rubbing over her figure. From the corner of his eyes he could hear her mouth move and see a gleam in her eyes, but he didn’t stop or look up even for a moment.

One breath after another, she grew louder, her toes curled and her arms began to fall limp to her sides. Once again, she began to clench her teeth, her sex trembled and clenched as tight as it possibly could, then, without warning, she came again. Her body shook violently and her mouth didn’t even move but her pussy constricted his tongue as her sweet juice, shimmering in the flame light washed over the short length of his tongue and spilled further among the gold coins around her. After a long while, her body fell completely limp, and her loud breathing had died down to a soft, subtle panting.

Again, she breathlessly said his name, but she didn’t move or speak any more.

Crown reeled his tongue back in, savoring her spilled flavor before cleaning away her juices from her thighs with slow swipes of his tongue. Again, she didn’t respond to it. When he lifted his head he found her unresponsive, eyes closed, but a small smile painted on her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her hands continued to clench the coins at her sides.

He gave her face a small nudge with his nose, but she remained silent and he chuckled with a soft sigh. The ache in his loins turned into a burn and his cock throbbed in empty anticipation. Even if she were unconscious the solution was simple, but he far preferred looking into her eyes and listening to her scream his name as he and his prize enjoyed each other.

A simple flap of his wings blew out the pillars of flames from afar and in utter darkness he took Ashlyn into his arms with a smirk. For her, today was only the first of many exciting days to come…