The Dragon Queen

His growling increased in volume as he felt her swaying and pushing back against his cocks. He wrapped his hands over her hips to help keep her in the air for the both of them. It wasn't long before their hips meet, both of his thick cocks snug within her willing and wanting body. His upper cock had pushed open the opening to her womb and up into it fully. The upper outline of his cock was seen pressing out along her abdomen, just almost to her breasts. However, there was no damage to his queen.

"Mmm, so lovely."

He licked his lips as he smiled down at her, staying in that position for a few moments to admire the sight. However, he began to pull out to the point where the tip of his lower cock was just inside her ass before beginning to thrust into her with long, deep strokes in a medium-fast rhythm.
 
She groaned as he pushed all the way inside her. Though her body was protected from breaking from the entrance of his mighty cocks, it still felt so different to feel her abdomen distended from his girth. From the spell he had likely put on her, she would probably be just fine if a giant found her and decided to use her as a cock sleeve. As it was, she could feel her holes straining and squeezing against him snugly, the feeling utterly erotic as she lay there.

Her eyes opened at his compliment, her grey eyes meeting to his green. The unnaturally straight silver hair almost glowed in the cave, seeming to refract light quite well as though her hair truly was made of the expensive metal- either that of beams from the moon. It spread out beneath her, her dainty form almost being accentuated by it.

It was then that he started to thrust deeply, moving his powerful hips against her willing body. She moaned and whimpered, his cocks doing things to her that she couldn't fathom. It was almost enough to make her forget about her aspirations-almost. As he pumped in and out, his breasts bounced from his efforts, the large mounds an impressive sight to behold.

"Tritoch..." was all she could gasp out, calling out his name as she was caught up in the smell and feeling of their sex.
 
"Mmm..Cassandra..."

He began to pant a little, his chest heaving more as they bounced with his thrusting. He was enjoying the wonderful feeling of his new queen wrapped around his cocks, along with the erotic sight she was beneath him on the furs. He thought for a moment about the contrast her hair would have when it was among the treasure he had. In fact, she was his treasure now.

He slowed his thrusts for a few moments, continuing to go all the way into her. However he soon did stop within her with a grin. Despite the shape he had choosen, it did well to hide the strength he had. He easily lifted her up from the floor from her back. Shifting his legs, he was soon on his back with her on top.

"Ride me...queen...up and down..show how much you enjoy me..."
 
She continued to moan until she noticed that his thrusts were slowly getting slower. Looking a bit confused, she wondered if something was wrong until she saw him grin. Was there something odd with her appearance? He couldn't have cum yet. She hadn't really known much about sex before she witness Glinda's harsh week between the band of drow. Cassandra now knew what cum looked like and that usually it came in the final throes of sex.

The next thing she knew, she was being lifted. Her position was shifted until she was resting on his hips, impaled on his cocks.

"Anything you wish..." she responded, looking down at him lying upon the furs. He was so beautiful, yet it was almost as though she could see his true form in his eyes.

Cassandra wasn't sure how to please him, but she figured that if she was doing things incorrectly, he would guide her. She started to roll her hips, leaning back and putting her hands back right above his knees. The woman could have leaned forward, but the lower cock might have slipped out in that case. Soon, she was worked up to the same rhythm he had been at, her breasts jiggling slightly.

"Does this please you?" she moaned softly, grinding her hips on him.
 
He was surprised, but pleased at how quickly she got into the rhythm of things. He arched his back a little with the pleasure, his wings spreading out on the floor wider beneath him. His hands moved over her thighs as his nails elongated once more.

"Yes..wonderful.."

He watched her bounce on him, his cocks squeezed within her depths. He could feel himself on the verge, his cocks beginning to throb hotly as they started to swell a little. He held back a little longer, but there was just something telling him that she was eager to be filled by him.

"So close...faster..."
 
At his command, she started to roll her hips more insistently. Her legs shook from the effort it took to continue at such a pace while the pleasure rolled through her body. She didn't stop, though, not for a moment. Cassandra felt her own orgasm impending, but more than that she wanted him to cum inside her and put the final seal on their pact.

"Yes, spill your seed inside me. Make me your Queen..." She gasped and moaned, the wet sound of her pussy and ass being penetrated echoing through the cave. It was amazing that Glinda hadn't been awakened through their her loud sex noises. Her gaze fixed upon him and her eyes burned with desire and ambition. He was everything she needed to move forward from the sad tale of an abandoned princess, to one of a powerful Queen with a dragon at her side.

"Tritoch!" She cried out, her pussy and ass spasming on his cocks even as she continued to move. It almost felt like agony the way her orgasm was so powerful, her body shuddering and shaking as she continued to impale herself on his cocks with feminine whimpers.
 
It was her orgasm that triggered his own. His hands grasped her hips and held her down against him completely. He growled and then let out a roar of pleasure into that sweet voice of his, something that one would never hear normally. His cocks swelled several times within her ass and tunnel, releasing several intense bursts of his hot dragon seed into her lithe and fertile body. Her stomach swelled larger and larger with each hard burst till it looked as if she was carrying a large boulder inside her.

As he calmed down, he panted softly, lowering his raised hips to the ground. The tattoo on her breast began to glow softly as it helped to speed up the absorption of his seed into her. He released his grip from her waist, red marks were his nails had dug into her skin.

"Mmm, you will make a wonderful Queen."
 
Her back arched as he came, jutting out her swelling belly. His seed felt so hot and thick inside her, it almost felt like it was burning in the most delightful way. She reached up and rested a hand on her belly, surprised to find it so swollen. Looking down, she watched in shock as it slowly emptied, going back to its original flat appearance. Well, it would if she wasn't still full of his girthy cocks.

Cassandra smiled at him raising her chin a bit proudly. "Thank you, though I am curious as to how we are going to make this happen. I have utter faith in you, but I would like to know what you had in mind."

It was at this moment that her handmaid woke up. She blinked her eyes blearily, her memory having filled in the blanks with different memories. From her perspective, she had been kept asleep with the sleeping darts the entire time, the drow presumably using some kind of dark magic to keep her alive.

Her eyes settled on the sight before her: her naked princess on top of another woman who seemed to have a long tail, large wings and... two cocks? She shook her head in shock, a confused croaking sound coming from her throat as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Cassandra looked over at her and held her hand out to calm her. "It's okay, Glinda. It's all okay. This is our savior, and he is the one who will deliver us from this cave and to our rightful places."

Glinda blinked. "Begging your pardon, princess, but have you gone mad? You're sullied... Now the prince won't take you..." she blinked, tears gathering in her eyes as she thought of the princess and all that was at stake.
 
He made no effort to pull her off, content to let her stay where she was. He gently stroked his nails along Cassandra's spread thighs, looking up at her need to know his plans. He was about to open his mouth to speak when Glinda woke up.

A little grin graced his lips for a moment as the handmaiden complained about what happened to Cassandra and how she was not going to be accepted by the princess. He looked towards her for a moment.

"Don't worry your head about what happens with the prince. You might not remember, but he rejected the princess the moment she was kidnapped. She has become a Queen in her own way, the Queen of a dragon."

He looked back at his Queen with a smile.

"Perhaps the first thing you should do is check on your former kingdom. Make your own claim there first to solidify our position of power."
 
"Rejected? But how could he reject you? You're far more beautiful than any other tart he could get his filthy hands on. And what's this about a dragon?" She was very confused, shaking her head and putting her hand to her forehead.

Ah, so that was it. She wasn't simply confused, he had taken her memory of what had occurred. Cassandra turned to the dragon and smiled, glad for the solution he had chosen. "Memory, then. I thank you. I think that was the kindest thing you could have done.

She sat there thoughtful for a moment before tapping her finger on her arm. "Yes. I think it is a wise move to let everyone know that I am still alive and that his actions will have consequences. And what of you? How will I introduce you? I know you are the King of your own Kingdom, but I do not know whether it will be recognized by the people, nor do I want your privacy to be disturbed."

The woman slowly stood up, his cocks almost being gripped by her tight holes as they slowly were pulled out. Glinda almost fainted again at the sight, but held it together with simply a shocked expression and a very pale complexion.

"I find myself without clothes, now that mine were unfit even before you freed me from them." She cast a look at Glinda. "She will need something as well. Would it be alright if I asked you to purchase two dresses from a nearby town? I would reimburse you once we reached my castle. Since our fates are intertwined, you know I would be good for that promise."
 
He moaned and growled with pleasure for a few moments as she pulled herself off of his cocks. His cocks were coated in both of their juices, thick and dripping down onto his thighs. It was a simple spell to clean himself up, pristine as he was before.

"Don't worry about my privacy being disturbed my queen. I don't know how much history was taught to the current generation, but I am quite sure your parents are aware of me in some form."

He did understand about the dresses, chuckling as a thought came to him. He enjoyed this form as it was, but it did have it's problems with clothing. If he was going to wear some as well, to blend in, he would have to make a change or two. As he stood up, he began to change his cocks. They shrank slowly till they were gone, replaced by a red scaled pussy of his own. He did watch Glinda for a moment to see her reaction to the whole thing, the poor handmaiden.

"I see no problem with that. I think a dress would be a necessity for me as well. And arrangements have been passed down through the lower races customs to be able to recognize me in whatever form I have taken. The proper customs will be maintained or corrections will have to be made."

He moved past the two women towards his treasure pile. As he moved past his queen, his tail flickered towards her and the last two feet brushed along her hips. When she got to her treasure pile, she leaned over the very edge of it. As she did, her tail lifted into the air to show her backside and pussy off while she filled a small bag with gold coins and jewels.
 
Cassandra remained quiet as he spoke, but a look of brief concern flashed across her face. Her eyes and that of her maid were drawn to the dragon's groin as the cocks slowly retreated back into his body only to turn into a pussy. The handmaid's eyes widened and her mouth flapped as though she wanted to voice her own utter shock, but the words simply wouldn't come. The poor woman was flabbergasted, wondering what witchery this was that the woman had changed genitals right in front of them.

She squeaked as she was given a direct view of the scaled pussy, staring for a minute before realizing what she was doing. Glinda looked away, staring at the cave floor as though someone had told her that pigs could now fly.

The soon to be queen shifted, having shivered from the feeling of the dragon's tale. Her voice was quiet as she spoke up. "My father is deathly ill, and my mother passed away when I was small. I'm not sure whether he would be able to speak with us or recognize you even on a good day."
 
He straightened back up as he listened to what she said. He hmmed for a moment as he walked back to the two ladies, looking between them for a moment. He knew that buying new clothes would be something they might have to do normally, but he came up with a better idea.

"We really shouldn't have to waste money on clothing. Watch."

He moved to Glinda first. He ran a nail along one of her short sleeves for a moment, speaking a few soft words. When he was done, the dress had mended itself as it brand new. Leaving the handmaiden, he moved towards his Queen. He scooped her dress up from the ground and laid it in her hands. Speaking the same words as before, magic flowed through the garmet. It began to shift and change colors as it moved to form a new outfit suitable for traveling.

Once he was done, he stepped back for a moment to admire the handiwork. Satisfied, he gave a smile before moving to the corpses of the dead drow. A few tatters of clothing were unmarred, so he picked them up. Using the same magic as before, he was wearing a new outfit as well. He turned and smiled sweetly to them.

"Shall we go and visit you kingdom, my Queen?"
 
She watched as he mended Glinda's dress, impressed by the practical application of his magic, then waited for him to do the same with her own rags. Once again, she couldn't help but think of how it was like an echo of her situation. He was taking her and making her into something more.

Looking down, she appraised her own outfit. It wasn't as regal or ladylike as she would have preferred, but it would do until she reached her own palace. The outfit he had chosen for himself... or herself now was also one that seemed a bit lewd, but when had the power that he had, one could dress themselves as they liked. She quite liked it, though, finding it very appealing.

Cassandra stood tall and walked to him, smiling as she nodded and looked at Glinda. "Come, we need to return as quickly as possible so no other kingdoms get any ideas.

Glinda still looked lost, but she stood as commanded, holding up her dress slightly as she quickly walked to them and glanced back at the drow. Though they were bandits, they hadn't done anything terrible and it saddened her slightly that they had to die.
 
He let the two ladies leave ahead of him before stopping at the opening. He turned back for a moment, making a few motions with his fingers. The inner wall to his hoard became solid once more. He decided to leave the drow bodies where they were as a warning to anyone else trespassing.

"It is a little bit of a walk, but there is a place we can get some horses for you to ride. I doubt we wish to scare any more than we have to yet."

He fell into step beside his Queen, his tail and wings slowly melding into his back. There would be a time to show off, but that wasn't now. As he said, there was a small stable near a road a short distance away from the cave. It seemed that the drow had made sure to stay close to a road, despite their route they had taken a week earlier.

However, it was also nearing dusk so traveling by night would not be the best time. As they walked to the stables, they foundt the stable owner's house and also a small inn. He chuckled softly for a moment.

"As eager as you seem to be, I don't think a night will put much of a dent in the urgency."
 
Cassandra was absolutely fine with his plans, walking side-by-side with her new companion. Her eyes glanced at him when she saw the movement, her eyebrow raising when she saw that he looked like a normal woman now. Well, not necessarily normal as his beauty exceeded that of most mortals. They certainly weren't an inconspicuous party, two regal-looking beauties, and a cute little thing following along.

She nodded, making her way toward the inn and looking over to him over her shoulder. "Indeed. Though I am a bit worried about my father in particular, it would not do to push ourselves to ride through the night. You would no doubt keep us safe, but I think myself and Glinda and myself would be tired. I want to enter like the sun rising over the horizon, not like the moon lazily drifting into view."

The woman strode into the inn, looking around and swishing her hair behind her shoulder as she smelled the delicious scent of inn food and drink. Several men gave them looks, wondering who they were and where they came from. Though, her silver hair was unmistakable in that she had to be of the royal family.
 
He followed in after her, glancing at the men gathered for a moment. He did narrow his eyes at them, daring them to try anything. Most of them averted their gaze, going back to what they were doing. Those that didn't seemed harmless enough and smart enough not to try anything.

A stocky old man came out from the kitchen, smiling.

"Welcome, welcome. What can I get you fine ladies this evening?"

Tritoch looked to his Queen for a moment, doubtful she would want to have stew again after the whole ordeal.

"Bring us three steaks and potatoes, along with some wine."

The old man smiled wider for a moment.

"And how many rooms would you like?"

Tritoch smirked for a moment, looking to Cassandra to see what she would answer.
 
She nodded her agreement to his choice of meals. It would be nice to have something solid, her appetite for the stew having run dry.

"We'll have your best room," she answered shortly. "And we'll need some hot water for a bath if at all possible." The woman met Tritoch's eyes and smiled, linking her arm with hers. "After all, we're all women, we only need one, isn't that right?" Her eyes turned to Glinda who fidgeted a little.

The maid still remembered the huge cocks hanging from the dragon's groin. However, it was obvious what Cassandra had chosen and it wasn't her place to disagree with her. "Yes, that's right."

Cassandra nodded and looked back at the man with no hint of doubt in her eyes nor posture.
 
Tritoch did laugh for a moment at Cassandra's choice, finding it to his liking. His hand did find hers for a moment as the innkeeper smiled and nodded. He pulled a small key out from beneath the counter and laid it on the top.

"That will be fifty gold m'ladies."

Tritoch nodded and pulled his arm from his Queen's as he pulled off the bag of coin and jewel. He took a few moments to get the right amount and laid it on the counter, which was prompted picked up.

"Your food will be out soon. Enjoy."

The old man gave a bow for a moment before moving back into the kitchen. Tritoch rehung the bag on his waist and picked up the room key before sitting at the nearest table.
 
Cassandra nodded at the man before following Tritoch to the table. She sat, Glinda pushing in her seat for her before sitting down herself with a few scoots of her own chair. The maid's hair was still in the little blonde buns at the sides of her head, but they had come slightly undone, some of the hair trying to escape from the meticulous wrappings.

A few men in the corner laughed uproariously. "And then, I heard that the princess was left in the dust, poor bunny! Honestly, I could see it comin' a mile away. Anyone who could be fooled by that weasel must be daft. All the ladies just lose their minds when they see 'im." This resulted in another round of laughter. The men looked like mine workers, covered in dust and almost indistinguishable from each other, except for their body shapes. The one that was speaking was more portly than the other two.

The Queen pursed her lips, keeping her chin up as she evesdropped on them. While she found them distasteful, it was possible that they had other rumors to share about current events. Glinda was steaming, wishing she had the guts to go over there and give them a piece of her mind.
 
Tritoch chuckled a little at hearing what the men were saying. He wasn't doing it to be mean, but he did find it amusing.

"It has been awhile since I was subjected to your version of the rumor mill. Though I am curious about what they are going on about. It sounds as if they speak of well, the kidnapping, but something isn't quite right."

He looked over at Glinda and shook his head a little. He didn't think it would be wise to call attention to exactly who they were, which the handmaiden seemed to have in mind.

"Men and their tales. Try not to believe everything you hear."
 
His chuckling brought Cassandra's eyes to him, but she ascertained that he was laughing more about them than about what they were saying, relaxing slightly. She agreed with him that they probably just had nothing better to talk about. Many spoke of her having never laid eyes on her, that simply being the way it was for royalty.

She laid her hand on Glinda's arm softly after he discouraged her from doing anything rash. The Queen agreed that it truly wasn't something that was worth causing trouble over.

Glinda deflated a bit, feeling bad that she couldn't protect her princess's honor, and guilty that she wouldn't have been brave enough to go up to them even if she wanted to. "I know that m'lord. M'lady? M'dragon? She screwed up her face for a moment, trying to figure out how to navigate the social graces with a being that wasn't constrained by pronouns.

Cassandra looked at him, a bit curious about what his title was as well. When they arrived, would he simply be introduced as her adviser? When they recognized him for who he was, no doubt his power would be known to them, but he might find it distasteful to be seen as merely an adviser.

"Tritoch. I'm sure you're aware that princesses cannot ascend the throne, yes? Though I have no brothers, I certainly have males in my bloodline, and no princes would have me now." She spoke in a low voice, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop.
 
He gave a little chuckle at Glinda's attempt on how to address him properly. He also nodded to Cassandra's line of questioning, knowing that it was going to get complicated for her.

"Yes, I know how the whole line of succession goes with the various races. There are many that are much more complicated than what you believe you have to deal with. However, now is not the time to discuss such matters. Let's enjoy dinner and then we can sort things out in private."

He reached over for a moment, laying his hand over the top of hers for a moment. However he did pull his hand back when the blonde barmaid came out with a tray with their plates of food on it. She smiled and placed a plate before each of them before heading to get their wine. She did jump a couple of times when she got too close to a couple of the drunks men and got a nice little smack on the ass.
 
She looked down at the hand softly laid upon hers, the touch warm and comforting. The young woman sighed,"Hm... Perhaps you're right. I suppose I have a bit of a one-track mind at times. You'll have to forgive my impatience."

When the food was placed around the table, the Queen's mouth watered from the smell of such succulent steak. Glinda reached over and grabbed her silverware, starting to cut up her food, but Cassandra waved her hand away. "It's fine, we are not in my father's palace Glinda."

The maid reluctantly cut just one more piece and laid down the silverware, picking up her own and starting to attend to it. She took a bite and sighed happily, chewing slowly. "Wow... they really make delicious food here. I wonder if this was the inn we would have stopped at if they hadn't..." She stopped, trying to recall anything and finding her mind blank. "Well, if they hadn't kidnapped us and kept us drugged the whole time."

Looking over, the Queen silently nodded, taking a bite of her own and finding it delectable.

When the men smacked the waitress's ass, Glinda muttered, "pigs."
 
He gave a little chuckle for a moment at the actions of the handmaiden. He really had no context since he didn't have any servants, but it was interesting none the less. Obviously their lives were going to change a lot and they would have to adapt to things, especially Glinda. She seemed to be a little lost, but that was to be expected after have her mind altered even just a little bit.

"Yes, they pride themselves in their cooking at this little tavern. Quite delicious."

He was tempted to have the handmaiden cut his meat and potatoes, just to give the poor girl something to do. However, he decided that could wait till later, when she had her wits about her. Although he caught his queen's comment, he decided not to comment just yet.

It was a few moments later that the serving girl came out with three wineglasses of red wine, placing them carefully in front of each of them. He smiled as he picked up his glass, taking a sip.

"Thank you for your service."
 
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