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Chapter 4
by ShootingQuazarDragon
What is your occupation?
Protecting a beautiful princess
You were a massive 30 feet tall 3 headed, 6 winged quadrupedel black dragon who was tasked by a Royal king to take care his daughter it she finds someone worthy of being her husband.
As you stood before the crumbling entrance of the abandoned castle, your six wings unfolded from your back, casting a dark shadow over the overgrown courtyard. The wind rustled through your scales, causing the sound of softly clinking armor to echo through the desolate landscape. Your three heads, each with eyes that burned like embers, gazed out at the surrounding landscape, ever vigilant for any sign of potential suitors for the princess. The king's daughter, a petite figure with golden hair and a determined glint in her eye, stood beside you, her hand resting on the scales of your central neck.
At first she was a bit hesitent in trusting me but when she saw that you was a sensetive caring soul like her she opened up more and more.
As the princess's hand rested on your scales, you could sense a gentle calmness emanating from her, a soothing balm to the fierce, ancient power that coursed through your veins. Your central head, the one she had grown most accustomed to, slowly turned towards her, your ember-like eyes locking onto hers with a deep, abiding warmth. The wind rustled through your wings, causing the delicate membranes to vibrate softly, a gentle hum that harmonized with the quiet tranquility of the moment.
As your central head gently pressed into her chest, nuzzling her, the princess's hand instinctively wrapped around the base of your neck, her fingers intertwining with the scales that protected your **** skin. The warmth of her body seeped into your being, and your ember-like eyes softened, casting a gentle glow over the desolate landscape. The wind, sensing the tranquility of the moment, died down, and an unsettling stillness fell over the abandoned castle. The only sound was the soft hum of your vibrating wing membranes and the quiet rustle of your scales as you shifted your weight, deepening the nuzzle.
As the stillness deepened, the princess's hand tightened around the base of your neck, her fingers pressing gently into the scales. Your central head, still nuzzled against her chest, felt the soft rise and fall of her breathing, and your ember-like eyes seemed to burn with an inner warmth. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and overgrown vegetation, but beneath it, you detected the sweet, subtle aroma of the princess's skin.
Your outer heads, still vigilant, continued to scan the horizon, their eyes burning with a fierce, protective intensity. But your central head, the one that had grown closest to the princess, was lost in the gentle intimacy of the moment.
As the wind began to pick up, you gently pulled away from the princess, your ember-like eyes still soft and warm. Your central head tilted up, meeting her gaze, and you could sense her hesitation. You had grown close to her, closer than any dragon should to a human, but you couldn't help the primal urge that surged through your veins. You wanted to claim her as your mate, to protect her and care for her for the rest of your days.
But you knew that she was not a dragon, and that your worlds were too different.
As the wind carried the whispers of the desolate landscape, your central head slowly nodded, a gentle affirmation of your unwavering dedication to the king's promise. The ember-like eyes, still aglow with warmth, locked onto the princess's, conveying a deep sense of reassurance. Your outer heads, ever vigilant, continued to scan the horizon, their fierce intensity a stark contrast to the gentle intimacy of the moment.
The princess's gaze, hesitant at first, slowly began to relax, her eyes softening as she sensed the sincerity of your promise. Her hand, still wrapped around the base of your neck, tightened ever so slightly, a gentle squeeze that conveyed her gratitude.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the abandoned castle, the princess hesitantly climbed onto your back, her small hands gripping tightly to the base of your neck. Your wings, still unfolded from earlier, beat down with a powerful ****, lifting you both into the air. The wind, once a gentle whisper, now roared in your ears as you gained altitude, the ground beneath you shrinking in size.
The princess, clutching onto you, let out a small gasp as you ascended, but she quickly regained her composure, her grip loosening as she marveled at the view below.
As you took an afternoon flight with her on your back, the warm sunlight danced across your scales, casting a mesmerizing pattern of light and shadow on the ground below. The princess, her golden hair streaming behind her, laughed with sheer joy, her eyes sparkling like diamonds as she gazed out at the breathtaking vista. Your wings beat down with a powerful, rhythmic motion, the wind rushing past you in a soothing melody that harmonized with the princess's delighted gasps.
Your central head, still attuned to the princess's emotions, felt her exhilaration and happiness, and your ember-like eyes shone with a warm, gentle light.
As you gently touched down on the mound of treasure, the ground trembled beneath your massive form, causing the gleaming jewels and glittering coins to ripple like a disturbed pond. The princess, her grip tightening on your scales, let out a small gasp as the hoard shifted and moved, but she quickly regained her composure, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed upon the vast expanse of wealth.
Your central head turned towards her, your ember-like eyes meeting hers, and you could sense her curiosity and excitement.
The princess, with a graceful movement, gently slid down your side before laying against your side, her small form nestled against your massive one. She closed her eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing and the soothing sound of your heartbeat. The warmth of your body enveloped her, a comforting embrace that seemed to chase away any lingering doubts or fears.
The ember-like eyes of your central head gazed down at her, a gentle glow that seemed to cast a protective aura around her. The delicate membranes of your wings vibrated softly, a gentle hum that seemed to resonate with the princess's own heartbeat.
As the princess's small hands gently caressed your scales, you could feel a sense of peace and tranquility wash over you. Your central head, now resting comfortably on her lap, stared up at her with a soft, warm glow. The ember-like eyes, reflecting the gentle aura of the princess, seemed to radiate a soothing light.
The princess, with a gentle smile, began to softly hum a melody, a sweet, lilting tune that seemed to fill the air around you both. Her fingers, tracing idle patterns on your scales, seemed to dance in time with the rhythm of the song.
As the princess's gentle humming continued to fill the air, your central head's ember-like eyes remained fixed on hers, drinking in the serene beauty of the moment. The soft vibrations of your wings, still resonating with the princess's heartbeat, seemed to harmonize with the lilting melody, creating a sense of perfect synchrony. The warmth of your body, enveloping the princess's small form, appeared to seep into her very being, as her eyelids grew heavy, and her breathing slowed.
The delicate patterns her fingers traced on your scales began to falter, as her hands relaxed, and her arms slid down your side, coming to rest on the treasure mound.
As the princess's hands rested on the treasure mound, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of the jewels and coins, you gently closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into the land of dreams. The princess, sensing your shift in consciousness, opened her eyes and looked down at you, her expression filled with curiosity.
You felt a gentle pull, as if a tether had been attached to your mind, drawing you deeper into the realm of dreams. The princess, still laying against your side, closed her eyes once more, and together you both embarked on a journey through the landscape of her subconscious.
What's next?
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The life of a medieval furry
Live the life of a beutiful maiden or a rugged hero... with fur.
Be male, female, good, evil, furry, human, a whore, a knight, or any thing you can think of in this magic filled adventure. (Feel free to add to this however you like, you may even use your own fursona)
Updated on Jan 29, 2025
by Izelith
Created on Aug 25, 2015
by Izelith
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