The Dragon Queen

Cassandra picked up her glass and swirled the dark red liquid, inhaling the sweet scent of the wine. Taking a sip, she found it quite pleasing. She smiled and nodded at the waitress as well, raising her glass at the same time in thanks.

Glinda picked up her glass and took a sip as well, her face looking as though she was feeling a bit nostalgic. It tasted a lot like the wine her family made when she was a girl before she was taken to the palace to be a handmaid.

The serving girl gave him a small smile,"my pleasure, m'lady. Is there anything else you'd like?" She tucked her tray under her arms, her breasts pushed out a bit as she waited for a reply.
 
He smiled and shook his head for a moment.

"No, I think we are good for now."

He hmmed for a moment before he reached down and open his bag of treasure. He pulled out two gold coins and handing them to her, her eyes lighting up.

"Please, just let me know of anything you need."

She grinned to him and then to Cassandra, winking to where the men didn't catch it. She turned and made her way back to the kitchen. He just laughed for a moment, looking to his Queen.

"It has been a spell since I really interacted with the lesser races. Do all females act like that?"

There was another yelp of surprise from the girl as another man slapped her ass. He did drunkly ask for another round for the guys, after which she gathered up what empty mugs she could before getting away. The dragon ate a few more bites, watching the handmaid curiously as well.
 
The queen raised her eyebrow, "How do you mean? Are you asking if we are naturally flirty, or if we're glad at the sight of coin? To both those questions I would answer no, as it really depends on a woman's situation and disposition."

She took another sip of her wine, casting a glance over at the waitress and wondering if the dragon was thinking of fucking her. Not that she would mind, per se, as they were not exclusive. As far as she was concerned, he had merely made it so that marrying a prince was no longer an option, becoming a strong queen her only path. She didn't have time for foolish princes who either had lofty ideas of romance, or cold-hearted desires of conquest. No, she didn't need them. Romance was simply a trick played on foolish women, and she would not be part of it. She had a kingdom to run, after all.

Glinda had been chewing on a perfectly-cut piece of steak, looking up as though she had been concentrating on her meal. "I think she's just nice. Perhaps she is a little flirty, but she was kind and attentive even before you gave her gold."

She heard the yelp and glared over at the men. "It's like asking if all men are like that. I hope to the gods not, or I might smother myself with a pillow tonight."
 
He thought about it for a moment, finding the whole ordeal interesting for the time being. However, he had other ideas in mind that would be more pressing and of value than just fucking some random woman. He took another sip of wine before finishing off the last couple bites of his meal.

"Perhaps they just vary with what they have in them."

He gave a little smirk for a moment as they began a rowdy round of singing as the girl brought their drinks as quick as she could. She disappeared into the kitchen once more before coming out with three small plates of homemade strawberry cake, setting them down for the three.

"Compliments of the owner."
 
His comment got a soft chuckle from Cassandra, knowing what he was insinuating. Obviously he enjoyed the thought of having seducing the serving girl, but he didn't seem to be acting on it at this point. She didn't care either way, but she appreciated his humor. Her grey eyes looked up when the girl came by again, with desserts this time.

Glinda looked at the cake with wide-eyes taking in just how cute and delicious the cakes looked. The strawberries looked so vibrant and sweet, while the cream looked so fresh and fluffy. The handmaid beamed excitedly and thanked the woman, "thank you! They look so wonderful!" She took her fork and cut off a bit, popping it in her mouth and chewing happily.

"I agree, they look absolutely lovely," Cassandra said with a soft smile, spearing a strawberry and bringing it to her lips, the fruit disappearing into her mouth before she chewed daintily on it. It was very succulent, and she was very happy that she was able to enjoy something so nice after such a long week.
 
He did smile at seeing the two enjoy the fresh dessert, taking a moment to enjoy the sight. It did make him happy to see them brought out of the dark corner the kidnapping had left them in, slowly so far.

"It does look wonderful."

He speared his own dessert, taking a small portion off as well. He mmed at the sweetness, a little bit of the juice from the strawberry dribbling down the side of his mouth. He seemed to ignore the sensation, focused on enjoy the sweetness and freshness of the homemade dessert. He washed the last of it down with his wine before licking his lips.

"So delicious. I haven't been treated like this in a very long time."
 
When done, Glinda hiccuped happily, slumped just slightly in her seat. She was a bit tipsy, though she had only had two glasses of wine. Her cheeks were pink and her face was a bit dopey, but in an adorable sort of way. The look on her face was almost reminiscent of a lizard on a warm rock.

Her queen looked at her with affection, knowing that her maid had a hard time holding her liquor most days if she chose to imbibe. She took a last drink of her own wine and set the glass down, saving a bite of the cake as the last food to grace her mouth this evening. Cassandra herself had also had two glasses of wine, her cheeks slightly pink, though she still retained her senses. It would take more than that for her to lose her composure.

"Yes, I agree. Though I imagine a week is a pitiful example to use when it has likely been years for one such as yourself. Speaking of which, what is it that you do all day in your cave? It can't be very amusing if you simply stay there with your gold, can it?" She took her last bite and chewed as she looked at him curiously.
 
He laughed for a moment hearing Glinda hiccup a couple of times. Alcohol was not a problem for him, much like water to him. It was amusing to see the handmaiden drunk already. As amusing as he was sure she could be, he really didn't think this was the right place for her.

"You might say that's what I have been doing for the last fifty years or so. Mostly sleeping."

He looked towards the rowdy men for a moment before he decided it might be best they move on. He waited till Cassandra was finished before handing her key.

"Perhaps we should here upstairs where it is quieter. You are probably also wanting a bath as well."

He took a moment to hand his Queen the room key before standing up. He moved over to Glinda and careful helped her from the chair, holding her steady.

"Lead the way Cassandra."
 
Fifty years... that didn't seem like too long for a dragon, though she had no idea how long their actual lifespans were. The thought of sleeping for so long still sounded terribly dull.

She nodded and took the key from him, standing gracefully and striding toward the staircase of the inn, her long silver hair fluttering slightly behind her. Her head turned to him for a moment as she watched him help Glinda. "Then that must have been a rude awakening, your cave infested with drow and humans." Her words weren't sharp and weren't meant as a jab, merely a thoughtful tone as she tried to imagine what that might have been like.

Glinda let him pick her up for a moment before realizing it was him and almost pushing him away. "No sir, it's not proper for a man to be holding a woman like this..." She ended up sighing and leaning on him and hiccuping after a couple moments and a thoughtful look. "But I suppose you're a woman right now, so it's fine."

Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle at her maid's reasoning. She had always considered her handmaids to be her closest friends, and liked Glinda's silliness especially. The Queen strode up the stairs and found the number that matched the key, the room at the very end of the hall.

Opening the door, it looked as lavish as an inn could manage, a large bath, bed, couch, and fireplace all there. She smiled, anticipating a comfortable night's sleep now that she didn't have to sleep on hay and furs anymore.
 
He let his Queen in first, following after her with Glinda. He took a look at the room for a moment, finding it adequate for their needs. He really wasn't sure what passed for wonderful for them, but judging from Cassandra's look, she was quite pleased with it. He helped the handmaiden over to the bed, sitting her down before he went to the door and locked it.

"Hopefully we won't be disturbed tonight. And I had awoken a few days before you came, due to the stench of those drow. Though I despise drow, I was more curious than not on what they were doing in there."

He moved to the couch, sitting down before strecthing out on it.

"I am sure you have more questions for me, which I will be happy to answer. Please, feel free to take your baths."
 
So he had been watching, watching Glinda be raped multiple times a day for a week. Though the damage had been undone, the Queen herself would never forget the screaming and crying of her dear handmaid. Part of her almost blamed him for not stepping in, but after all why should he have? He was a separate being from them and had nothing to do with their kidnapping. Truly, she counted every tear to be dripping into the scale of the prince's sins.

Cassandra simply nodded, moving to the bath and dipping her fingers in it. It was the perfect temperature, prompting her to start removing her clothes. Usually Glinda would do it for her, but she was more than capable of doing such a simple task on her own. They weren't sitting on ceremony here, after all.

Her clothes were undone, falling to the floor and revealing her lovely body once more. She carefully extended a long leg and dipped it into the bath, moving into the porcelain tub and sinking down into it. She leaned back, sighing and closing her eyes. The Queen's hair flowed into the water as silver tendrils flowing in the clear water.

"So..." she murmured softly. "What is it that you want? There must be a reason you were willing to help me, despite my own insignificance in the grand scheme of things."
 
He smiled as he watched her undress, admiring her lovely form once more. He did want to ravish her once more, but that was something that could wait for now. He did glance towards Glinda for a moment, seeing her splayed out on the bed. He looked back at his queen once more at the question.

"That same thing you want...well, not quite exactly. I want what any great creature in my position would, to spread my wings and gather power beneath them. My claws have been tied, I believe that is the term your kind use, for the past 400 or so years."

He grinned for a moment before finally deciding to get up, undress himself now. It felt good to be unconstrained by the clothing. He had always enjoy going without anything, but knew that the other races seemed to admonish the natural form for some reason. He laid back down on the couch, draping one leg off the edge.
 
"Hmm..." She mulled his words over, taking some perfumed shampoo and starting to lather it into her hair, even though it hardly seemed as though she needed it. Soon bubbles were strewn over her long tresses. The woman had to lift her hair out of the water bit by bit to wash all of it. The wet strands slid over her breasts as she worked, her delicate hands working slowly but gracefully.

Cassandra glanced at him as he undressed, wondering why he was simply lounging about in the nude. He made an absolutely breathtaking woman, though, and she couldn't help but admire his form, though her face may not have shown it.

"It is power you want? In what way? Your words sound illusive to me. Not that it necessarily matters since I am yours to do with what you will." She was quiet for a minute, wondering how exactly he intended to accumulate this power. It was true that she would have a lot of power as Queen, and therefore by extension it would truly be his own power.
 
"There are so many ways in which a dragon like me wishes power my queen. Power through a large brood, power through knowledge, power through wealth, power through rule, take your pick."

He shifted on the couch to sit up and gesture back and forth in the air with his finger.

"Did you ever wonder why there was a strip of land between your kingdom and the prince's kingdom? It involves a nice little history lesson, though I am curious if you know of it. After all, all three of these little kingdoms are still quite young, at least history wise."

He moved from the couch to grab a chair and pull it beside the tub. His fingers reached down and trailed along her wet cheeks for a moment, gracing over her soft lips before pulling back.

"Shall I tell you the version of things from my end?"
 
Her grey eyes followed him as he spoke and moved to a position next to her bath. His hand on her face was warm, her body reacting slightly when he caressed her lips for not but a moment. Cassandra hadn't wondered why there was a ways to travel in-between, the distance simply having been the way things were.

"I must admit that I'm ignorant of what the reason is for that piece of land. I would love to hear your version of history." It was not often that one was able to speak with someone who had witnessed events that had happened 400 years or more ago. This would be an interesting story to hear, and she found herself quite keen to listen.

Having lathered her hair, she dipped a pitcher in the water, pouring the water slowly over herself with her head tipped back. She kept her eyes closed, not opening them for fear of getting the bubbles in her eyes.
 
He watched her for a few moments before leaning over the side as his hands dipped beneath the water to carress her body gently.

"It was just over 400 years ago that they drow decided to emerge from their underground cities to attempt a takeover of the surface. Well, it was a rather large area of land, your ancestor's kingdom, Belvoria, and Candola. My little kingdom didn't exist yet. Anyways, I was one of three brothers at that time. The drow were a bit difficult for the three small kindgom's armies, so we were asked for help. We agreed, after making a deal to carve out land for ourselves to live. It took just over five years to push the drow back from the surface, doing our best to keep those we had sworn to protect alive. The kings at that time decided that a push below ground was needed to rid the drow menace permanently, but we dragons disagreed. However, our deal stated we would stand by the kingdoms no matter what, so we did. We did find our way underground to the drow kingdom, getting into a long and bloody battle. Being young at the time, my brothers made some rather daring mistakes. However, their sacrifices helped to disband the drow kingdom, sending those few remaining running to hide."

His fingers found their way down between his queen's tights, gently rubbing against her folds as he spoke. His other hand caressed gently over her breasts and arms.

"The kingdoms of Belvoria and yours carved out the small little kingdom in which we are in, mine. I was also tasked with guarding that cave, as it was the main entrance to the now dead defunct drow kingdom. I also reinforced the passage with many strong spells so that none could come up. Now that I have you, I will be able to grow my power through you."

He grinned as he emphasised his words of you with a teasing deep delve of two fingers into her open pussy. He did lay a finger against her clit, rolling it softly in circles.
 
She had been pouring water when she felt his hands start to explore. Having rinsed the shampoo from her hair, she simply laid in the tub, closing her eyes and listening to his story as he gently made his way closer and closer to her loins. His hand was then felt softly rubbing her petals. The Queen spread her legs a bit for him, leaning her head back on the rim of the tub as he explored his Queen's body with his wanting hands.

The story itself rang true, the woman vaguely remember something about a drow war having been mentioned in her history classes. It was unfortunate that his two brothers had perished, and she felt a bit of sympathy for him. Cassandra didn't express it though, as she assumed he might mistake it for pity. So he was technically the King of a small kingdom, despite being a dragon and despite the fact not being common knowledge. She was sure that it would have been passed on to her, should she have ruled, but as it was, she had been unaware.

By the time he neared the end of the story, she was breathing softly in the tub, her pussy moist from his touch and her body tingling with arousal. The entrance of his two fingers made her gasp from the hot water and the shock of the entrance, her back arching as she did so.

"Ah! So you plan on allying yourself with my kingdom, or do you intend on marrying me and becoming king of both?" She found the idea odd, marrying a dragon who would outlive her tenfold, but she wasn't opposed to the idea. Marriages of alliance were everyday occurrences after all, being simply a piece of paper that bound them, and as long as the masses saw them as a unified couple, either of them could do what they wanted in regards to other relationships.
 
He thought for a few moments, his finger rubbing over her clit as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of her.

"If you are to become a queen as you are wanting, then it should be that we marry. As you said, such a thing is not possible without marrying into royalty. If I am to understand your race's methods correctly."

He leaned forward towards her, his tongue licking slowly over her right cheek for a moment before nipping softly there.
 
Little gasps and whimpers came from her, the feeling of his fingers rocking in and out of her feeling like the gentle waves of the ocean. The finger on her clit only making things more pleasurable as she felt the pleasure radiate through her body. Her hands went to her breasts, caressing them and playing with her erect nipples as her hair shimmered in the water around her.

"Hm, what a fitting solution. I agree that it would be the best way for both of us to get what we want. My kingdom will be strengthened, as will yours. Only a fool would attack a country with a dragon as its king." she replied between her soft feminine noises. Of course she had never been fingered before, so it was a new and exciting experience.

As he licked her cheek, she smiled to herself. "Perhaps we should invite King Kaleb to our wedding?"
 
He giggled for a moment at her suggestion.

"I think that would be an interesting set of events. I believe it would be a good idea. Let him see who his enemy is beforehand."

His tongue moved gently over her soft curve of her right ear for a moment before she bit softly on the lower part. He tugged softly on her earlobe before releasing it and lick down towards her soft lips. He was enjoying the sounds she was making, his fingers slowly increase their pace into her.
 
“Mmm... perfect...” she purred. “Although, it would be such a nice wedding present if he simply went missing without a trace...”

Cassandra began to pant, his fingers eliciting her body to become warmer than even the tub had made her. His tongue and teeth felt good on her ear, the gentle nipples sending shivers through her. He wasn’t harsh and corse, his words and movements like silk being draped and dragged slowly across her skin. She found that she quite liked the way he made her feel, and a part of her thought to herself that if she was going to be in a loveless marriage, at least her husband could make her cum without effort.

“Tritock...” she chuckled, “have you found the treasure within my cave yet?” Her tone was playful, a small smile on her lips.
 
"Perhaps something can be arranged for such a present..."

He grinned for a moment to her. He did pull his face from hers for a moment at the mention of treasure, licking his lips.

"More treasure from my queen? Perhaps I should try a little harder to find your treasure then."

He leaned towards her once more, his breathe hot against her skin. He bit softly on her neck, gnawing with his teeth. His fingers did slow within her silken passage till they came to a stop within her. However, his thumb continued to roll over her clit a little faster now. His fingertips were slow and methodical as they searched inside her, listening for when he got close.
 
“I don’t know... I don’t know whether I want him dead, or want to prolong his suffering first. Truly a difficult choice.” She smirked before moaning at the feeling of his mouth on her neck once more. Prince Kaleb was probably the sort of unimaginative man who would get off inside a woman and be done with her until next time, so she was glad that at least her king would be different. The moves he made never failed to make her body sing for him.

Being an inexperienced woman, she had no idea why he suddenly slowed down and started searching. She had meant her comment as a jest about his fingers inside her, but it almost seemed as though he expected for something more to be there. It was no matter, his thumb was more than enough to make her hips slowly roll and her lips to part in desperate moans. However, at one point she felt something new inside her and she gasped, gripping the edges of the tub.
 
He did smirk a little for a moment, catching the point when she gasped louder and tensed up. He had found an interesting little tidbit buried within his queen. He could feel it was different than the rest of her soft walls. It was just a tiny little patch that seemed a little different to his touch.

He gave a teasing press against the spot for a moment. He left one finger within her as the second one began to thrust in and out of her once more. He extended a bit of a fingernail, scraping gently over the spot. He licked his lips for a moment as he pulled his mouth away.

"I believe found your treasure."

He smiled for a moment before he claimed her sweet mouth with his.
 
“Oh gods!” She exclaimed when he pressed on it, her body tensing more and her toes curling a bit. Once again, she was left wondering if he was using magic of some sort to make what he was doing feel so delicious. Her silver eyelashes fluttered for a moment as he started to thrust in and out again, every movement of each of his fingers sending her closer and closer toward the edge.

Cassandra opened her mouth to answer him when she felt his own mouth descend upon hers. It was odd being kissed by what seemed like a woman, those soft feminine lips and agile tongue going to work in making her swoon. Truly, his sexual prowess was astounding.

As their hot breaths intermingled, she moaned into his mouth, her body getting very close now, right at the precipice of bliss.
 
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