Yes, leaving her shaken

Just as the serpent's tongue touched her sex, Christine is jolted from her dream only to find herself once again on the couch of Brother Quentin's offices. In the course of her troubled sleep, her covering had slipped to the floor leaving her exposed to the cool damp air of the subterranean chamber. Her body is covered with a thin sheen of cold sweat, and she can feel the shaking in her limbs.

It is not hard to divine the symbolism of the mighty beast with his scarred face who took from the ancient queen her lands people and dignity. Even the crude sexuality of what happened when the queen was captured was easy to understand in light of the way Prince Henry had acted that first night in Castle Gerard. What troubled Christine more than anything as she lay on her back struggling to catch her breath was the dragon's claim that she was the cause of the tragedy, and the captured queen's shame and acceptance of this claim.

The other part of the nightmare that Christine could not forget was her excitement at the thought of that monster's tongue probing between her legs. The sheer wickedness of a servant of Satan holding her and licking her as she shuddered and jerked could not be dispelled.

Even as she tried to clear her mind of the dreadful dream her fingers crept closer and closer to where her legs were open in some kind of feminine invitation that could not be ignored. Many times, as she lay on her bed at night, sometimes even as one of her ladies-in-waiting slept by her side, Christine had gently stroked her sex learning by trial and error which spots and caresses brought the most pleasure. She had heard others talk about pleasing each other that way, but as the Lady of the house she could not even contemplate something that wicked.

Now, freed by the events of the past two days and without anyone around to overhear her, Christine's fingers returned to the soft petals of her sex and began to slowly stroke. It was rare for her to have this kind of privacy, and in spite of everything that had happened she found that her body yearned for some kind of relief. In her nightmare the dragon's tongue had just flicked across her folds when she had been jolted awake and she almost wished she had not awakened so she could experience the full sensation the queen must have endured.

By now, the fingers of both hands were rubbing along the slick opening and for the first time ever she pressed the fingers of one hand into the tight opening, while the other concentrated its effort on the to of her slit where the rubbing produced the strongest sensations. She knew the size of Henry's manhood. Even more than other young men, the Bastard Prince wore leggings that were tailored tightly to his body so there was no doubt about his attributes. As her body stretched to accommodate first one and then another finger, she wondered how someone as petite as her could possibly accept anything that big ...

The dragon's forked tongue must surely have invaded the ancient queen's passage just like this. The thought of that virgin queen wrapped in coils of black scales with her legs pulled apart and the dragon's tongue probing into her made Christine jerk with excitement and a new stronger urge began to build within her core. Maybe this was the sin that brought the dragon to her lands ... Christine's fingers worked even fast rubbing the hard nub at the top of her sex and she mushed a third finger into the opening stretching herself painfully. The combination of pain and pleasure, was too much to take and with a loud whimper of surrender Christines hip lifted from the cushion and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Nothing in her sheltered life had prepared Christine for this climax and now as she lay panting on the couch with fluid dripping down her thighs, she knew that this must have been the sin that brought the dragon to lay waste to her life.