The lands of the Kingdom of Carmile were idyllic and peaceful, their lands including their capital stretched over a vast fertile plain of rolling hills and deep green grass, with a large river passing through it. The winters would be harsh, with little to shield the kingdom from the cold northern winds, yet as spring would roll in, the warm southerns winds would start to blow, the winter would quickly fade. Yet every child, every maiden young and old would wait eagerly for the flows to start to bloom. As it would be a lovely sight to behold, the many green hills, as far as the eye could see in every direction, would be clothed in colour. Wild flowers always took root, and spread throughout the lush, fertile green hills of this Kingdom. Young and old would appreciate the beautiful sight. Even the men appreciated the sights, as the thicker the flower growth, the richer the harvest would be that year. This was a blessed land, and would be ruled fairly but a just king, who had two daughters. The Older Sasha and the younger Sereena.
Now every year, the Capital would celebrate this season, with the Orchid Feastival. Flowers would decorate the capital, as women would participate in a contest that chose the fairest of the maidens of this kingdom. Of course, if the Princess entered it, they would win. First one Princess, then the other. Yet for the past two years, Sereena came to realize the truth, and like her sister stepped back and did not participate, even spending some money to let some of the commoners stand a chance at the Nobility. Yet this year, on her eighteenth birthday, she gleefully chose to compete, without ceasing her previous works. Her slender form, and long black hair she inherited from her mother.
Sasha on the other hand, had stopped competing when she started to train with the soldiers, being more interested in swordplay and combat, than wearing dresses, and getting stared at by the men. True she still got stared at with her short blond hair, evening binding her chest couldn’t hide the fact she was a woman. and her toned legs and arms but after years of training she could send the average soldier face first into the floor, with her speed and surprising strength, almost enjoying spending time with the men, as they made more of a big deal of her sister’s looks to her, which suited her fine.
“Has Father approved of that dress you are wearing?” Sasha glanced over, her sister as she walked by.
“I am fully covered” the silk dress was lower on her shoulders than most, of a large portion of her back was exposed, yet her front was covered.
“Yeah you have extra covering to make your chest look bigger.” Sasha chuckled.
“Well atleast I appreciate that I’m a woman, and don’t run around trying to look like a boy, by trying to hide parts of myself.” Sereena snapped back.
“You’re not a woman yet, it’s not yet your eighteenth birthday, and I am fine with how I look. I never understood why men always stare at women’s chests, those that do so, I usually can floor easily.”
Sereena rolled her eyes, “You’re only two years older than me! You did not dramatically change when you turned eighteen. Tomorrow is my birthday. I have become an adult. Let me enjoy my birthday.” her tone getting slightly more annoyed, turning away from her sister.
Strong but soft arms wrapped around her. “You are right you know and you are beautiful, if I did not know it already, the men all say it. You don’t need some silly contest to tell you that.” Sasha held her sister now, and spoke.
Sasha smiled, relaxing. “I know… just ever since I learned that we both won repeatedly because we were the Princesses, I wanted to win, simply for being me. Not simply because of my birth or our fathers wealth. For the last two years, commoners not nobility have won it. Not simply because I did not compete, but because I freely gave those who competed the resources to match.”
“And the people love you because of it. Even some of the nobility have followed your actions. You may have started something.”
“Good, the Nobility already have enough power. In times like these, we should be willing to give back.”
Suddenly larger arms wrapped around both girls, giving a hug, before chuckling. “Sorry my daughters, hearing and seeing you two now, reminds me of how blessed I am.”
“Sasha, I may be biased because you’re my daughter, but despite your choices, you still are beautiful, and any man that can’t recognize that is a blind fool. I know you will find a man, who can both keep up with you, and respect you as an equal.”
“Sereena, your looks as always are outshone by your heart, and your mind.” he smiles and chuckles, “You will be just as hard pressed to find an equal.”
Both girls blushed at this, yet it had been a while since their father had had a chance to embrace them both, but the bear of a man that was their father, had a warmth, and gentleness to him, that few saw that side of him. “I met your mother at the Orchid Festival, and in the year she won, we were wed.”
“It doesn’t matter what you choose to do, and while I may have a say in the men you are married to, I want you always to be able to look at yourself in the mirror, and think you’re beautiful. Regardless of any opinion. As long as you do that, I will be happy.” with a final smile, he pulled away, leaving his two daughters alone again.”
“Your Dress is missing something though” Sasha finally broke the silence from the moment.
“What?” Sereena questioned uncertainty, not sure if this was more teasing again, or actual criticism.
Reaching forward, over her shoulder, on top of the dresser, a silver necklace, with a small figure on it. Sereena gasped a little bit only realizing she did forget it, as Sasha wrapped it around her neck, clasping it at the back. “Mother was a Magus, this was her last gift to us before she died.”
“I know,” Sereena said silently, fixing it slightly on her neck, “I can feel her magic when I wear it, it’s like she is always around me.”
“You have that advantage.” Sasha said with a small frown.
“Princess, Sasha… you are required to be ready to help patrol the Festival ground. You volunteered for it, so get yourself ready.”
Kissing her sister on the cheek, as she stepped back, leaving her there, fiddling with the necklace, Sasha pulled hers from buried underneath her shirt, and the Leather Jerkin she wore, smiling as she tucked it back. Heading down to the barracks, to get orders and her weapon. Sereena continued to adjust her dress, yet smiling every time she saw the necklace. A couple attendants would show up, to attend to her, and chaperone her down into the city market where the contest would be happening.
King Talarin, watched from his balcony above the Castle entrance, watching both daughters leave, smiling as he looked out into the city. He was proud of his daughters, he was proud of his kingdom. Memories of the past did mildly dustrub him, but his daughters had never known anything but peace. Yet an ominous tingle went through his spine, he had seen fighting, and wars under his father. Looking to the hills on the horizon, the flowers their still made the place look idyllic, and looking down at the market, the colours of the dresses and garments almost matched the hills. Yet his attention was drawn back to the hills, something felt off. Heading to his chambers.he grabbed his large sword. It felt awkward in his hands, now more familiar with holding his daughters than it, he silently left the castle, heading to the gateway that had his attention.
Sereena smiled, as she looked at all the dresses, and gowns, you could not tell which of the girls here were nobility, short of the number of people attending them. A number of them bowed or cutesy as they passed by, and the gentlemen knelt low. “No need for that.” she smiled as she motioned for them to stand. Glancing around she smiled as she saw Sasha with other soldiers patrolling. As everyone miggled, you never really knew who was judging, and she had ensured that there would be various people casting votes for the best of the course of the day.
Sasha patrolled around the fair a couple times, she smiled as it seemed to be more open, you could almost not tell the heritage of some of the contestants from the contestants alone, all of them were dressed in silks only Nobility could afford normally. Yet of course most Nobility had their servants and attendants around them, where the peasants might only have family. Glancing over, even as much as she knew her sister would not want it, there were still several servants following her around, making sure she did not so much as stumble. Her position in the guard did ensure that she did not have as many, but she was sure a number of the more senior members did try to keep a lookout for her, yet she had already proven her ability to fight and defend herself. The only trouble that would be here today, might be a drunk Noble, or an angry contestant that she didn’t win.
Talarin, with a couple guards at his side, made it to the city gate. Still having that uneasy feeling, nagging him, that things were too perfect, too peaceful. He could see outside for a while, yet the hills of the surrounding countryside did make that vision limited. Yet, he would see something…. What looked like a banner, a raised standard held something he could not make out, yet then he saw another, and another. Taking an eye glass, to get a better look, he went cold. Orc warcolors…. Orcs had not crossed into their lands, since his father’s time as King. Yet, more figures would be lined up around each banner… ten, then twenty, fifty, a hundred. He was only guessing, but soon the green skins were uncountable. This was not just a raiding party, this was an army. They would surround the city within a couple hours. There were no longer enough soldiers in the city to defend it properly. The city would be invaded, and would fall. He pulled out a horn, and sounded a crisp clean clear note. He could only hope they still remember their training. Closing his eyes, thinking of his daughters, their little spat they just had earlier this day. Turning to one of his soldiers, “Please…. If possible, head back to the town square and warn people, warn my daughters…. Get them to safety.”
Pulling out his sword, as a few more soldiers showed up in response to the signal. “We hold this gate… with our lives.” he said as they could now clearly see the green horde approach. Yet, another Memory, a gift… yet a price and a price yet to be paid. Saving his wife’s life during the pregnancy of their first daughter. She was frail, beautiful, perhaps he should have known better, as she had preferred the studies of libraries and books, but all the doctors said she would not survive. Yet he knew of one option, an almost forbidden option. Dragon Blood, blood freely given from a True Born dragon, could bind that person to a dragon, extending her life with that of the Dragons, if it did not kill her outright. Yet she was dying, already.she would not survive bearing that child she bore.
It was a trip, but they found a Dragon, entered its lair, placing his blade down as he approached, as a symbol that he only wished to talk.
“Why do you disturb me, human?” the Dragon spoke, its brown scales covering its body. “My wife is ill, she will not survive to bear her child.”
“So why should I care for one of your short lived lives?” the Dragon stirred only slightly.
“She is a magus, of some strength I am to believe… yet she has always been frail. I am told Dragons are interested in all the Magic they can get. A little bit of your life span, for her magic.”
“Do you have something of hers that I would be able to scry to her, to see if you are telling the truth?” the Dragon asked.
Humbly pulling out a necklace, as he dropped the small thing in front of the large dragon. The Dragon’s large law reached out, almost covering it, but a single claw was lowered down to touch it. Yet the Dragon almost grinned, “Your wife is with child, and if she survives she will be with a second child. I will give you my blood, but in exchange agree with your life. That I or one of my spawn will claim one of your children. Your daughters will become Dragon marked, as well as be the descendants of a powerful Magus. Some powers also sleep inside on your side as well.”
He paused…. Could he make such an agreement? Would his wife want to make this agreement? Yet he stood at a cliff, if he did not he would be tossing the life of his wife, his unborn daughter, and if the Dragon was truthful, yet another life that would not be born. Three lives for the price of one. “I agree, dragon… What is your name? So that I may swear an oath to it.”
“Rai’koros the Bronze Dragon of the sand, and your name human King?” the Dragon replied.
“Talarin Strongarm '' he replied curtly, kneeling down, “I Talarin Strongarm, King of Carmile, pledge one of my future descendants to you Rai’koros the Bronze Dragon, if my wife, my queen is able to live. You have my word, I will not seek to escape this oath I made to you today.”
“I will hold you to this oath Talarin, return tomorrow and I will have what you seek.” Rai’koros replied.
Nodding, he would leave and return, the Dragon would have a vial, and also present a new object. “I have replicated the necklace. Return one to your wife. Wear one yourself, and give one to each of your two future children.”
The King simply nodded, as he left and returned to his lands. His wife would accept the blood, and she would indeed get stronger. She would be the child, both being exceptionally healthy, and within a year she would be pregnant again. A single day shy of eighteen years to this day, his second daughter was born, yet the Queen had tears, as she held her second child. “To know I nearly died giving one birth, to have a second, is more than a gift. Yet I have learned the contract. I want both my daughters to grow old, to not suffer. Yet I know with the Dragon’s blood I will outlive everyone of you. I have talked to the Dragon, through the blood and the necklace, and I have made my own deal. The years I have left, will live on in both my daughters. They will both be strong and not as fragile as I, so they will be able to survive whatever the Dragon does to either of them.”
He could not object, as he looked at his wife, and held her, held her even as she put her child down, and then the life faded from her.
He knew his daughters would live unless outright killed, but at the hands of Orcs, he could only feel terror of what they would endure. Yet as he moved to face the first Orc, his steel blade, coming down on the creature’s neck, severing his head, only to meet a second Orc. Bashing it with the pommel of his sword, as he got distance to bring his sword down straight across him, only for a third orc, axe to catch the supporting arm.
In the middle of combat, “Dragon, If you can hear me through your necklace. Like my wife did, I seek to add to the deal. My Kingdom is in danger, my daughters are in danger. If they have value to you, claim them both. My lands and my Castle can also be yours, if you care to drive off these Orcs. With his sword drawn, his arm wounded, he looks back at the Orcs, and drives into their lines, fighting with such ferocity, to protect his lands, and his family. A pile of Orcs would lie dead at the gate, it would not be until one of the soldiers at his side would fall, allowing an Orc to bury an axe into his back, that the King would fall down, the Orcs roaring and triumph, as life faded from his eyes, hoping that his request had been heard.
Sereena smiled as she chatted with a couple, Noble, hearing a few of them brag about their gifts to the poor. Giggling a bit, but only to herself, Sasha was right, she had started a movement, or these Noble definitely wanted to look like they were imitating her, to her. She had her chaperones nearby, but she was able to freely talk to Noble and peasant alike. She was happy. Even with all the attention she was getting from other Nobles. She was not sure how long they had been there, before they heard it, the cool and crip sign from a war horn. A signal that signals danger. But what Danger would be able to strike them here, surely nothing the guards could not handle, yet a look up at her sister, saw an uneasy look from her, Sereena knew almost instantly that Sasha was no more aware.
Both their eyes suddenly turned to a disturbance, a guard, not just any guard, it was their fathers left, “I need to talk to the Princess, on orders of their Father.”
“They are in the middle of something, you simply can’t barge in here and demand….”
“We are under attack by an army of Orcs, they will surround the city in moments.” the guard spoke annoyed and was still catching his breath.
Sasha quickly addresses the situation, “Where is my Father, is he safe? Why are you here alone?”
Looking up and seeing here, almost as a sign of relief, “Your Father alone holds the East gate, against an army of Orcs. He sent me alone to get you and your sister to safety.”
Yet even as he spoke, screams could be heard from the West, fire could be smelled, soon the crowd of people could be seen flooding into the town square. “I was held up too long, they are already at the other gate. Get your sister, find somewhere to hide.”
Sasha paused and considered… she could not just save herself. Scanning around quickly, she saw her captain, heading towards him, “Captain, people are in Danger, we need to get them into the Castle, we ignored that war horn at our own fault, I was told by the Left, that we are under attack by Orcs, that War Horn was my fathers, we need to get these people into the Castle.”
It was not clear how long it took to get even the first people heading towards the Castle, yet as people started pouring into the square behind them, and Orc were not far beyond, some with torches, lighting the buildings on fire, others with nets. The guards turned to face the threat, but most were nervous. The Orcs were going after the contestants, tossing their nets on anyone in a nice dress. A few of the Nobles guards were there to protect their ladies, yet more Orcs streamed in to fight, now coming from the other side. Sasha bravely held the line, even a few of the guards rallied to her. She raised her shield, as an orcs axe, crashed into her, her arm hurt for a moment, yet she was able to counter and cut that Orc down, her sword coming down across his chest, and then as it only briefly flinched, she drove the sword in. She barley reflected, that was her first life taken,
Sereena saw the chaos around her, trying to help a few of the civilians toward the castle, as the needed direction became clear. Yet as she turned around, two Orcs were approaching her grinning, she had no weapons, nothing to face them like her sister, a guard would distract one of the orcs, yet the other advanced toward her, net in hand. Yet as it tossed the net at her, words escaped her lips, and the net crashed to the ground with a shatter of ice. Opening her eyes, the Orc in front froze in ice. Yet she would not have the time to marvel as what happened, she would hear the words “Witch” as the flat side of an axe smacked against the back of her head, causing her to black out.
Sasha had no clue what was going on, she had lost count of the number of Orcs she had killed, yet she was not tired, even her arms from blocking blows were not bruised or sore, yet she had little time to consider it, it was most likely adreneline. Yet as the guard fell around her, she fought on, until she was surrounded. A blade or axe never came, just a thick rope, tossed around her neck tightening as she was dragged to the ground. Yet she remained conscious, barely as she was dragged through the down square, her sword and shield left behind, as she was dragged up the stairs to the platform, her eyes teared as she saw the unconscious body of sister. By the time a few Nobles had escaped to the Castle, only Orcs remained. A large number of other girls were brought up to the platform, from their dresses, and get ups, the Orcs had almost targeted those dressed fine, though a couple of other younger peasant girls were included. The orcs gathered at the base of the stage, as buckets of cold water was doused on Sereena, as she stirred, though from Sasha eyes, she looked barely coherent.
“My Brethren… the city is ours.'' One of the Orcs roars out, “We have their Nobility, either dead, or right here. “The Princess, the grand daughter of our most hated enemy is ours” “The remainder of their Nobels cower inside the castle, but now pillage their homes, burn their city, and rape their women.” First each woman was stripped, on display for all the Orcs to see, it would take them a bit longer to cut off the straps of her armor, each girl shaking and trembling, terrified. With the outer torn, and her armor cut off, she knew what was likely to happen, yet seeing her sister in such a state, her lovely dress torn, he body on display for all of these Orcs to see, made her angry, it hardly mattered that her entire body was on display, then the women were all kicked of stage, one at a time, into the waiting grasp of the Orcs bellow.
The first girl to be pushed off, was particularly small, and happened to be solely caught by a particularly large Orc, who manages to wrap his single hand around her waist, lower her down onto his exposed shoved, forcing her on to it, as she screams now with pain, only to then be grabbed, pawed, as she is lowered, to allow another to take her mouth.
The second girl falls upon a group of orcs, who take each arm, stretching her out, as two more Orcs come at her, one between her legs, and the one at her mouth, as she was quickly penetrated on both ends, her screams being muffled as the Orcish Cock filled up her throat. Multiple Orcs fighting over, as the cock between her legs changes a couple times.
Sasha then watches, as Sereena is next, as he naked body is booted off stage. Wincing with tears as she sees, two Orcs, violate her sister. Still dazed, she utters no screams of pain, even if Sasha can see the blood drip from her sister’s legs.
Yet Sasha could not focus on her sister for long, as it was not long before she was pushed into the Orcish crowd. She had smelt unwashed men before, but the smell of the Orcs was a new level of revelsion, and she was all but prevented from puking as an Orcish cock gagged her choking on her own puke and that cock at the same time. She felt an Orc between her legs, not able to make any screams. As her own virginity was taken from her. Gagging and gasping for breath, as that first orcs seed spilled into her throat, a second puke cleared it all out, only for another cock go back in. She felt all the pain, yet even as she looked around her, seeing the unconscious or lifeless girls on the ground, maybe still being violated by an orc or two, she kept awake, conscious. Trying to crawl when her armos managed to touch the ground, as yet another orc between her legs, drove her down hard into that ground. Yet each time they finished, every time she felt that seed fill her, she would keep crawling, till she saw Sereena, once again unconscious, was she even alive, she could not tell. Yet like her, Sereena was being endlessly fucked by the endless number of Orcs. She nearly touched her sister, before she was dragged back, as another Orc took her like an animal this time, each thrust down into her smacking her face into the ground. Collapsing to the ground, as he was finished, realizing her struggling was only drawing more attention from them. Yet she felt exhausted, strained. She was not sure how many had used her, she felt their seed leak from her. She kept her face in the ground, only briefly looking over at her sister, who was just out or reach.
As she finally started to fade, she heard a couple Orcish shouts that seemed different, there was movement. Darkness would start to take her, as she felt something like claws on her body. And then finally, lastly Darkness.
Cold stone floor, as she woke. She was not in the Town Center anymore, there was no more noise of Orcs, and she was not being touched. She hurt all over, but she suddenly looked around, seeing her sister there, motionless and still.
“She still lives… but barely.” a deep voice rumbled from the side of the room. “Yet you can help her…. Go to her, touch her. Give her your power… that is your gift after all.”
She did not see the source of the voice, but she followed its instructions, her sister was all but lifeless, she did not see her chest rise or fall from breathing, her body bruise, yet as her fingers touched her, gently stroking across her chest, her chest responded, and moved, she breathed, the bruising faded, as normal colour returned to her skin. Yet as she did, she hurt, her body almost remembering her own treatment.
“Enough, she will live..” the voice rumbled again, “Take care of yourself now.”
She simply responded, wanting to curl up in a ball, her body now hurt, her legs throbbed with pain from being stretched, her sex, sore. Yet as her hands left her sister, the pain slowly subsided.
“Rest for a bit longer, all will be explained.” the voice said.
Sleep would come this time, even as she realized she was lying on the marble floor of a larger ball room inside their castle. She did not know why, but she was not being abused. Even on the hard floor she slept, and as she slept her strength would return, her sister was still there on the floor with her, yet breathing healthily, a look of peace was across her face. There was more light in the room, as she looked up and around, and she saw a creature, it lay on the side of the room, four legs, wings, long neck, and tail…. She had never seen anything like it but she had been told of Dragons and their descriptions.
“Ahh you’re awake again.” the creature spoke with the same deep voice that had spoken earlier. “The Eldest Princess” as he slowly rose to its feet.
“The Orcs fled, you and the Kingdom for now…. They will be back, but they were ill prepared to fight a Dragon. What will happen next, is entirely up to how you and your sister respond.”
As she stood now and faced the creature, she only then realized she was still naked, but clean, not covered in the stench of Orc.
“Your sister stirs…. See her, before I further explain… save me from having to repeat this twice.”
Sereena was indeed stirring, looking around with fear, as she remembered the Orcs, yet seeing only her home, her sister. She still looked uneasy, as she was still naked on the floor, not completely remembering everything that was done to her, yet trembling at the faint feelings. Yet Sasha simply held her, steadying her.
“First of all, before you were born, a contract was made with my Father. Rai’koros the Bronze Dragon of the sand. He provided his blood, which strengthened your mother so she would live to be able to give birth to both of you, otherwise she would have died and you Sasha would never have taken a breath. That blood would have provided her with thousands of years worth of life, yet learning this, she passed those years to her two daughters. Yet the Price for the Contract, was for one of you two, was to be claimed by my Rai’Koros. Something he would have done, once both your giftings started to show. Which for both of you, have only started.”
“Now comes to harsh facts….. Your Father saw the Orcs…knew he would lose, and he also knew that your Kingdom would fall. Yet he knew that if it fell, and you both were killed, then there would be nothing left to claim later. So he offered, both of you, and his entire Kingdom, if it would be protected. So we protected it, we pulled you both from the Orcs, and drove them away. Because I was the first to arrive, because it was I who drove the Orcs off you, the contract can fall to me. Ren’kros, the Bronze. Your Father is dead, your city is still burning in some places…. And bodies are still being buried. And the Orcs will return, and an entire clan of Dragons will not fight to protect you this time.”
Tears fell from the girls eyes, they had sorta known that their father would probably have been the first to go. Yet Sasha was the first to speak, “What do you mean by claiming us?”
The Dragon simply stated, “You have been each claimed by hundreds of orcs, already. Yet when I claim you, you will both become my mates. You both would rule in your fathers place, I would also then be able to help you both learn your own giftings. You both are Magus’s you both have powerful gifts, that if trained, that you two alone could of fought off every single Orc.”
“Do you mean… the powers that cause the Ice?” Sereena asked with curiosity, that single memory, still alive in her mind.
“Yes, that is your gift, you can work the power of the Frozen Frigid north. Your gifts, like your sisters, are strong.”
“And what is mine?” Sasha asked hesitantly.
“You might not think much of your giftings, but it was your gifts of healing that healed your sister, not just now, but as you reached out to her even during the event. “Yet, until your own strength gave out completely, it kept you going during it. Yet, without it, she would most likely have been killed, like most of the other Noble women were. Yours were the only two left living.”
Sasha winced… part of her was glad that she had saved her sister, knowing just how she had been able to fight so hard, yet she had to endure longer, and harder.
“I agree..” Sereena spoke quickly, looking at the Dragon and then looking down.
“Sereena, you can’t…. The Dragon is massive compared to you….”
“Sasha… I was not awake during it, but I can still feel their touch, on me, in me. I may not have had to endure it like you did, but I don’t want that feeling to be my only memory. If I can use this gift… to protect us… to protect you." She approached her sister, looking at her, smiling as she kissed her, slowly on the lips. “If we do this, then we never have to leave each other.” Looking her deeply in the eyes as she turn and approached the Dragon. She was naked, she felt it, but not because she didn’t want to be seen, but she still felt covered by Orc, just the Dragon would approach, first it’s snout would press against her legs, its toungue sliding out, between her legs, across her sex. She trembled as she did, her legs parting, spreading as that longue thick tongue stroked across her sex, again and again. She continued to tremble, a moan escaped her lips, as she now ground her hips against the Dragon’s tongue. The feelings of dirt, fell away. She had read about Dragons, secretly fantasized about them, and now one was about to claim her as his. Moaning out loudly, as the texture of his tongue, stimulated and arouse her, she could only tremble as it now pressed forward, pushing her down, moving overtop of her. The Dragon’s belly was warm, as his underbelly stroked against her chest at stomach, finally she saw between his legs, as his thick shaft pushed free from being buried beneath scales. It looked big, yet as its tip pressed against her, she braced herself, as it went into her. She did not know if she had been damaged by the orcs, yet this Dragon did not seem to mind, as her body only hurt slightly, yet having that large shaft inside her only felt good now, as the Dragon started to drive into her more, his thick cock, stroking slowly against the walls of her sex, she was already wet from the tongue, and that excitement, gradually built, allowing the Dragon to pick up speed, each thrust was deliberate, powerful, but controlled. Not trying to hurt her, not trying to punish or just user her. She would cry out loudly as the Dragon would drive down into her, a few more powerful thrusts would cause the Dragon himself to roar loudly, his seed now entering. “You are mine now Sereena.” as he would slowly back away, letting her come to a stand, letting her brace herself against him. Waiting a couple moments, he would approach Sasha. “So what about you?”
She just stood there, the memories of the past day still there in her mind. She felt powerless, and now she was supposed to be taken by a Dragon, like she was a possession? She could not bring herself to accept it, not even for her sister’s sake. Yet she would watch as the Dragon approaching would shift, change, still a Dragon, still a scaled beast, but now on two feet. He would have something in his hand. “Defend yourself” he said as she tossed her a sword, not her sword, but a sword seemingly fashioned from bone and scales. Yet it felt good in her hands. A shield was also passed to her, of similar design, as a longer weapon appeared in the Dragons hands, a large halberd. He would attack first, slowly, giving her time to react. Yet he would be relentless, the blade of his weapon would cut flesh, but like in the battle before, her wounds would heal, her strength remained.
“You can do better than that.” he almost mocked, and she came at him, as he the shaft of his weapon to parry and block, striking out as he could. She was quick, and she realized he was true, she did not tired. He would strike her a couple more times, yet this time with the dull end of the blade, despite biting slower, he was good, she would need everything she had to keep up. She knew he didn’t want to kill her, she knew this was sparring, but she was able to completely come at him, striking him, the blade on the sword she held was true, but it would not penetrate his scales. She could still hurt him, he knew he felt each and ever strike. Yet he would then turn the tables, coming at her driving her backwards. Suddenly she felt one of the pillars of the room at her back, preventing her from backing up. He was upon her, but instead of striking a long Draconic tongue flicked across her chest, only then backing up giving her space.
He was not holding back, and she was not either, a smile across her face as she realized it.She knew why few could ever last against her, yet she also knew he was her match, and the acknowledgement was there between them. She would be able to drive him back a couple times, yet numerous times, as they moved across the room, he would realize he indeed was still controlling the movements, as she was forced back against each of the pillars in the room. As she was driven back against the second pillar the creature’s shaft stroked between her legs. He could of taken what he wanted, he could of hurt her, and end the fight, but he instead just teased, yet as she realized it, it was not unwanted. No other had ever been able to keep up with her, let alone passed her. Even the Orcs had used numbers to beat her. Yet he was good, as he stroked against her on the third pillar, and despite trying to prevent it, when she was positioned against the last pillar, she let her sword drop, knowing he was going to take what he wanted.
Her fathers words rang true, “I know you will find a man, who can both keep up with you, and respect you as an equal” As the Dragons shaft entered her this time, yet she was wanting it, her legs wrapping around his hips as he effortlessly held her against that pillar, driving into her. His size still hurt a bit, but as she wrapped around him, his tongue licking her breasts, as he drove into her. Growls and grunts would be matched by her own moans, cries.
“Very good for a human.” as he drove into her, grunting and growling, knowing her could be a little bit rougher with her, more forceful as he drove her hard against that pillar, having one. As he drove himself into her, hammering her into the pillar as he grunted loudly finally, his seed flooding inside of her. “You’re mine now Sasha.” their eyes would meet, and she just held him.
As they finally separated, Sereena would quickly hug her sister. Sasha realized that her sister was right, they would never have to separate. They had always been close, and now they both realized they were going to be closer, and neither had any objection.
What was left of the Nobility, did not object, was not like they could, most had lost something, and the work to rebuild the city began. The two sisters were pronounced, both Queens, and Ren gave his support to both, letting them rule. Yet he would spend time training the men, though never stopped Sparing with Sasha, and with Sereena would spend hours answering her questions, teaching her how to use the magic, letting her practice against his Dragon form. Sasha took command of the guard, and Sereena took well to organising a lot of the matters of the city, trade, and management.
The city would rebuild, as they waited for the return of the Orcs, yet in time, the two Queens did not age, and it would be their armies, hunting down and killing the Orcs.
