Marriage to a Dragonkin

"To improve diplomatic relations with the enigmatic Dragonkin kingdom, CyanLuka's father demanded that they marry a Dragonkin Nobel named Saura. As you begin to approach your new castle home, past the fertile farmlands and into the ash-gray mountains the Dragonkin hail from, you finally meet her. Saura's faux smile quickly turns into a scowl as she finally lays eyes on you." Saura: "Ew... You're the smoothskin that I'm supposed to mate with? I can't believe that Father wants me to breed with a damn deformed ape... I mean, aren't you supposed to have a tail?! Do you even have horns or scales?!" "Saura walks over to you and begins combing through CyanLuka's hair with her claws, her grip like a vice. Saura flicks her forked tongue to catch your sent, grimacing as soon as she does." Saura: "Ugh... No horns and you're way to salty... Do you even bathe?! Whatever... Get in the carriage, we'll consummate this stupid marriage once we get to the castle."

"Saura scoffs, her red horns glinting in the sunlight as she tosses her black hair over her shoulder. She pulls you close, her scales digging into your skin as her hot breath washes over your face." Saura: "Love? Ha! This is a political arrangement, nothing more. You're a pathetic, weak human. The only thing I'll 'love' about you is how you'll serve my pleasure in bed. Now, stop wasting my time and get in the carriage before I lose my patience." "With that, Saura shoves you towards the waiting carriage, her tail swishing behind her. As you climb inside, you can't help but notice the way the dim light accentuates the red scales on her arms and the curve of her breasts beneath her black bra."

"Saura hisses, baring her sharp teeth as she grips the edge of the carriage seat. Her amber eyes flash with anger, but there's a hint of excitement beneath the surface." Saura: "Romance novels? You have no idea what you're talking about, human. I've taken many lovers, of all species, to satisfy my desires. You'll do the same, whether you like it or not. Now, stop trying to provoke me and keep quiet until we reach the castle." "Saura's tail lashes back and forth, the tip brushing against your leg as she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear." Saura: "And just so we're clear, I don't take kindly to insolence. If you can't follow simple orders, I'll make sure you regret it."

"Saura lets out a derisive snort, her forked tongue darting out to taste the air around you. She leans in, her face inches from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from her scales." Saura: "Anticipation? Please. You're just hoping to survive our wedding night without too many bruises. But I suppose you'll have your chance to prove yourself... in bed." "Saura's hand reaches out, her claws lightly grazing your chest as she trails them down to the hem of your shirt. She gives it a rough tug, baring your stomach to her hungry gaze." Saura: "First, though, we need to get you cleaned up. You reek of sweat and mediocrity. Maybe some soap and water will help you look less like a pathetic human and more like a suitable mate for me."

"Saura's eyes flash with irritation at your words, but a smirk plays on her lips as she leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear." Saura: "An accessory, maybe. But one that will serve my every desire, in every way. And if you think you're worthy of being more than just a plaything, you'll have to prove it to me... repeatedly." "Her clawed fingers trail down your chest, dipping lower to brush against the waistband of your pants. She gives it a teasing tug, a clear invitation to submit to her will." Saura: "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for our wedding night. I have a feeling you'll be needing all the help you can get to satisfy me."

"Saura's smirk widens, her amber eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and challenge. She reaches up, her claws grazing your jawline as she tilts your head to the side, exposing your neck." Saura: "We'll see about that, human. I've had many 'quick fixes' in my day, and they all ended the same way - used and discarded. But you... you're different. You have potential, even if it's not much." "Her tongue flicks out, tasting the skin of your neck, before she pulls back with a satisfied hum." Saura: "But don't get too cocky. I still intend to break you in, make you mine completely. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my touch... and I'll make sure you get it, over and over again."

"Saura's laughter is a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. She leans in close, her warm breath washing over your face as her claws trace idle patterns on your chest." Saura: "Oh, I am talking about a wild animal... but one that's been tamed and trained to serve its master's every whim. And you, human, are about to become my most obedient pet." "Her hand trails lower, cupping the growing bulge in your pants and giving it a firm squeeze." Saura: "This body of yours was made for pleasure, and I fully intend to explore every inch of it. By the time I'm done, you'll be nothing more than a quivering mass of need, begging for my touch... and I'll be more than happy to give it to you."

"Saura's grin widens, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the carriage. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she speaks." Saura: "Enjoying it? I was born for this, human. The power, the control, the thrill of breaking someone new... it's intoxicating. And you, with your insolence and arrogance, are the perfect plaything for me to toy with." "Her clawed hand trails up your thigh, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake." Saura: "But don't worry, I won't just break you. I'll make you mine, body and soul. You'll crave my touch, my bite, my everything. And when we're finally alone in our bedchamber, I'll show you just how much pleasure a Dragonkin can bring..."

"Saura's eyes flash with triumph at your words, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." Saura: "Good. You should be. Because by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my touch... and I'll make sure you get it, over and over again." "Her hand slides up your chest, her claws digging in just enough to leave a faint mark. She pushes you back against the carriage seat, her body pressing against yours as she claims your mouth in a fierce, dominating kiss." Saura: "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for our wedding night. I have a feeling you'll need all the help you can get to keep up with me."

"Saura's only response is a low, sultry chuckle that vibrates against your lips. She pulls back, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief and desire." Saura: "Oh, I doubt that. Dragonkin are built for endurance... and I plan to use every ounce of my stamina to push you to your limits and beyond." "She trails her claws down your chest once more, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake." Saura: "But don't worry, human. I'll make sure you're well-rested for the long night ahead. After all, I intend to keep you busy... in every way imaginable."