The Princess

You are led into a larger, brightly-lit chamber, the wooden door closing behind you with a resounding thud. The room is larger than the one you were in before, but by no means a great hall. At the far end, seated on a throne-like chair of cushioned wood, is the Princess. She wears a gown of deep purple, her dark hair cascading in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes, betraying curiosity and excitement, fix upon you as you approach.

"The dragon," she purrs, setting down her wineglass with a delicate clink. "Bring her closer, Knight."

The knight, his hand still gripping the lead attached to your collar, steps forward, pulling you along with him. You stumble slightly, your legs still unsteady. The Princess watches with an excited smile, her intense gaze bringing a degree of fear and shame to your skin.

"Oh, she is marvelous!" she exclaims with a clap of her hands. "And the color of her scales? If the archmage is right, I could not have gotten luckier..."

She leans forward in her chair to inspect you as you stand in the middle of the room, the knight holding your leash to your side.

"Show me all of her," she commands, her voice carrying a note of amusement. "I have to make sure."

Before you can understand her meaning, the knight moves behind you, his hands rough as they grasp your hips. With a grunt, he spins you around for a moment, and then hoists your tail upwards, exposing your underbelly to the Princess's view. You feel a flush of humiliation wash over you, reflexively closing your eyes in shame.

"Magnificent," the Princess breathes, her eyes gleaming. "We are going to have a lot fun together, this dragon and I..."

You are spun back around as she takes another sip of wine. "Leave us now, Aldaric." So that was his name.

He hesitates, his grip tightening on the lead, but eventually bows and exits the chamber, the door shutting with a final thud.

Alone with the Princess, the air thickens with anticipation. She nearly sets her wine glass down on the side of her chair again, only to now notice that the gilded circlet that was the cause of all this trouble is lying next to her.

"This?" She says, noticing the object of your attention. "An artifact many with my interests would die to have... But I suppose there is no harm telling you, for you are my property now. It is an ancient collar, one imbued with more magicks of lust than even the archmage can decipher."

That explained a lot, you thought. She chuckled. "You think, I'm sure, that it brought you to where you are now. But I think that was your own doing. After all, it is your nature of a dragon of your breed."

You felt the heat of shame rise to your cheeks again, looking down at the carpeted floor to avoid her gaze. You didn't understand what she fully meant, but it was clear that she knew about what occurred between the knight and you.

"Aldaric gave me his report, but he is a poor liar. It was easy to pull out of him what he did to you." She leaned forward, brushing her hands against the top of your scaled head. "And if this is any indication," she said, trailing a line of white wetness on your forehead, "you did not hesitate to give more of yourself to him."

You watched as she tasted the substance on her finger. The knight's release... The heat on your cheeks felt like it would reach a boiling point, the shame intermingling with the lust of being part of such an absurdly depraved display.

She reached out, her hand gripping the chain around your neck, pulling you closer until you're mere inches from her face. Your breath catches in your throat, a mix of fear and something else—a strange thrill that courses through your veins. "You won't be the victim of that collar, no. It seems that there is little need already."

"Kneel," she orders, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

You drop to your knees, the cold marble biting into your skin. The Princess kneels before you, her eyes locking with yours. Without warning, she presses her body against yours, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Show me how well you can please," she whispers, her hand guiding yours to her thigh.

Your fingers tremble as you follow her command, your touch hesitant at first. But as she moans softly, encouraging you, your confidence grows. You explore her body with increasing boldness, your tongue tracing patterns on her skin, eliciting gasps and sighs from her.

As the Princess's breathing steadies, she draws you closer, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. Her gaze is sultry, inviting, as she guides your head lower, pressing your lips against her core. The scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxicating you. You delve deeper, your mouth working feverishly, your senses heightened to every shift of her body, every hitch in her breath. The flexibility of your draconic, forked tongue offers you plenty of room to maneuver, and soon you start coiling your tongue into her depths.

"Yes, just like that," she murmurs, her fingers gripping your head even tighter. "You were made for this."

Her words fuel your desire, pushing you into feverish intensity. You lose yourself in the rhythm, your own needs merging with hers. The world narrows to this moment, this connection, in becoming a vessel of pleasure and submission.

Her body arches slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as your exploration deepens. With each stroke of your tongue, her responses grow more fervent, her hands gripping your hair tightly. The moisture between her legs increases, the scent of her desire enveloping you, driving you to greater intensity.

You learn the contours of her body, the sensitive spots that elicit the most pleasure. Your tongue dances across her clit, circling and teasing. She writhes beneath your ministrations, her voice rising in a symphony of moans and gasps.

Finally, with a cry that echoes off the chamber walls, the Princess reaches her peak, her body shuddering beneath your touch. Her top half slumps against you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as her large breasts press against the top of your head.

As she recovers, her hand strokes your cheek gently. "You are a wonder, my dear dragon," she says, her voice filled with newfound assurance. "I could almost think you deserve a reward."

Her fingers drum the side of golden circlet once more. "You were told that we were hunting for more of your kin. I thought it would be now unnecessary. But if your kind is so easy to tame..." She murmured with a distant, lustful look in her eyes, no doubt imagining the possibility. "The opportunity..."

"Very well!" she exclaimed suddenly, gripping the bottom of your mouth and bringing your face into her gaze. You shuddered at how your every action was bent to her will, not even the choice of gaze left to you. "I will offer the choice to you."

You blinked at her in surprise. "You may go with Aldaric on his quest to find the drake we have sighted in the region. You will help him." Smirking, she continued, "you will be his concubine, of course, to do with what he will. He deserves as much and more. But perhaps you will find more status and some, hm, control in this servitude."

You weren't sure how to feel about this offer, mixed feelings churning in your chest of serving as the knight's concubine as well as betraying your kind by bringing another into this state. But, as they so often now did, your thoughts were betrayed by sparks of shameful desire deep within you.

"And if this offer is not to your liking, he will perhaps manage without you." She concluded, "You would stay here, and serve me, and anyone else I order you to serve." She punctuated the last word with a dark note that sent shivers down your back. "You will be mine, and do as I say, and you will, I am sure, enjoy it more than you could know."

You stared into her bright eyes as she looked down upon you, her warm breath and perfumed scent a hair away.

"What will it be?"