Queen of Dragons

by Jayme Knight

  “I took nothing,” the dragon said in an unnaturally deep grumbling voice. “You gave her to me in trade for the son you now have.”

  “You tricked me beast,” Caspar said in desperation not wanting to give up his daughter. “You lied, you said you were royalty from a distant land. You are a Dragon…Draak. You were banished by the gods, and forbidden from ever meddling with humans.”

  “I did not come to you Human,” the dragon said calmly as it snarled baring the full length of its teeth. “You sought me out. You wanted a son by any means, and I gave you that.”

  “I will give you nothing beast,” Caspar said with resound.

  “You will, or I will take from you that which I gave to you,” the dragon said dangerously as he began to change shape. “You cannot protect him from me, not now, not ever. I will kill him while you watch.”

  Sterre watched paralyzed by fear as the beast transformed into a tall muscular man, he was the tall man she had seen in her father’s study those many years ago when she was a child. She heard the beast’s words as it threatened her half-brother, and she knew she could not live with herself if she let the beast kill any of her siblings. Adrenaline flooded her body washing away the effects of the alcohol and breaking her free of the hold her fear had on her. She stepped forward out into the foyer and toward the tall man and her father.

  “Stop,” Sterre said in a raspy voice no more than a whisper, but even that was enough to draw the attention of the tall man.

  “Sterre!” Caspar shouted as he tried to move between the creature and his daughter. “Go, find help and do not look back.”

  “No father,” She said in response to his command. “I will not let this thing kill Theodoor.”

  “Do not disobey me,” Caspar said through gritted teeth as he brought his sword up and took a defensive stance.

  She watched the tall man begin to move toward her father, his eyes glowing red as he sucked in a deep breath. She was about to speak when the tall man opened his mouth wider than humanly possible and a greenish blue mist billowed forth instantly overcoming her father and then the mist enveloped her. She did not know what to do, she started to back out of the mist and her legs lost all of their strength buckling under her. The mist seemed thick, too thick to breathe and was getting even thicker, it was so thick that she fought for every breath, and then darkness took her.

  ***

  Visions filled her head, visions of Katarina, of the dragon, of her father, and visions of the tall man. It was a mass jumble of things that made no sense and played one into the other with no rhyme or reason. A loud sound shocked her back to consciousness, she opened her eyes and was blinded by a bright golden light that seemed to be all around her. She tried to sit up and as she shifted her weight she sank into the surface she was on. She felt what she was laying on and it was not a solid surface, it was made up of hundreds, maybe even thousands of smaller pieces of a cool, hard material. Her eyes eventually adjusted to the brilliantly bright light in the area she was in and she blinked several times in disbelief at what she was looking at. She was laying on a mound of coins, a mound larger than she could have ever even imagined. She gasped at the wealth she was sitting on, it was gold, silver, copper, platinum, and at least four other metals she did not recognize. Her eyes scanned the area around the mound of coins and it was littered with countless statues and items all made from precious metals. She was in awe of the wealth gathered here and then it dawned on her exactly where she was, she was in the dragon’s horde.

  The chamber she was in could easily fit their entire manor and its immediate grounds including the livestock pens, the mound of coins she was on could easily fill most of the rooms in the manor from floor to ceiling. The entire cavern was lit but she could not figure out the source, she could only surmise it was magic. Sterre tried to gain her feet and only succeeded in sinking to her ankles in the coins, she steadied herself and moved carefully to the side of the mound. It was a long way down she braced like she would for descending a steep moss covered hill and pushed off skidding down the side of the mound of coins. She navigated the hill easily enough and found herself standing at the bottom in amongst numerous relics and items all made of precious metals and some of precious metals adorned with gem stones.

  She started following the entire edge of the cavern and after an hour or so of searching she came back to where she started. There was no way out of here. She looked up and scanned the upper area of the cavern and it seemed to be conical shaped rising up overhead several hundred feet, and at the top she could see it opened up and the stars in the night sky could easily be seen. From where she was standing she could see about half way up to the top there were several ledges that led into other caverns. This dragon’s lair was massive and she was so small comparatively. How would she ever get out of here?

  Her thoughts turned to her father. Was he alive? Was anyone in the manor alive? Did this beast punish them all for her father’s betrayal? She felt fear course through her and tears welled up in her eyes as the realization of what had happened came through to the surface. She was going to die here, wherever here was. She felt herself starting to shake and sob uncontrollably but could not stop the outpouring of emotion that ensued. Sterre buried her face in her hands and started to slowly walk in circles desperately trying to figure a way out of this when a low grumbling voice that echoed through the massive cavern came to her.

  “This is your home now,” the dragon whispered allowing the natural amplifying quality of the cavern to carry his voice from his perch high above his horde. “Relax, get comfortable, you’re going to be here a very, very long time.”

  Fear knifed through Sterre from the moment she heard the voice echoing down to her. This must be a bad dream, it could not possible be real. She closed her eyes and waited for it to end, waiting for Katarina or one of the other servants to come in and wake her up from this nightmare, but none did. After what seemed like an eternity of silence a sound came to her ears, a sound like many banners flapping in the wind of a storm. It was coming from above and behind her, and it came closer and closer, getting louder as it came. Sterre opened her eyes and turned just as something blurred with the speed of its travel slammed hard into the top of the massive coin pile that flanked her. The pile of coins erupted under its weight and a wave of coins crashed down over her, the sheer weight of the wave knocked her to her back like a doll and half buried her.

  Sterre was shocked by what had just taken place, she felt like she had been hit by a landslide or a large wave at the ocean. She fumbled to right herself in the coins and finally came to rest on her elbows as she pushed up just enough to see the creature. It was enormous, standing on all fours on the crest of its coin mound, its wings were spread wide, and its eyes burned red as it looked down at her. She was utterly shocked speechless by its enormity and its ferociousness, its wingspan was easily a hundred feet, and the length of its body from tail to nose seemed to match that of its wings making it an awesome creature to behold. It looked positively menacing with its hardened amethyst colored scales that covered its entire body, boney spikes protruding from its spine from the base of its head all the way to the tip of its tail, and four powerful limbs that all ended in deadly claws. It radiated an aura that was almost palpable, like a heaviness on your soul that made you want to just lie down and die.

  “You are mine,” the dragon said in a deep rumbling voice as he sneered and bared his fangs dangerously at her. “You will come to want me, need me, and even crave me human.”

  Sterre fought the urge inside to cower and hide in the coins, she summoned the courage to defy the beast’s words. “I will not.”

  “When I am done with you,” the dragon said as it began to change shape into the tall man. “You will beg for my attentions.”

  “I will never want you,” Sterre said as she watched his form shrink and turn into a more bipedal form, wings shrank and folded back becoming part if his back, neck reduced and features changed until he looked like an extr
emely tall elven male. Somewhere deep inside along with the fear and helplessness she was also feeling aroused. “I will never be yours.”

  “That is where you are mistaken,” the tall man said in a melodic voice as he stretched his powerful lean form and began descending the hill of precious coins toward his ultimate prize. “I have already taken you from your home, and now I will claim your body as well.”

  Sterre kicked hard with her feet and tried to push away from the beast but only succeeded in burying herself worse in the coins. She watched helplessly as the tall man came to stand over her. She shrugged back as he reached down, plunged his fist into the coins that covered her, gripped her dress, and easily pulled her out of the blanket of heavy coins. She felt her celebration dress shred and almost tear apart as she was yanked free, and then her weight finished the ripping of her dress letting her fall back down to the coins with a muffled clash. She grimaced in pain as she looked up to see the tattered shreds of her dress in his clawed hand.

  He closed his eyes, lifted the tatters of her dress to his nose, and breathed in deeply letting her scent fill his senses. He shuddered as he pulled apart her scent. He could smell all of her emotions she has had recently, fear, confusion, concern, desire, and yes even lust. “I can smell your lust and desire human.”

  “It was not for you,” Sterre said defiantly as she gained her feet and caused coins to jangle all around her. “It was for…”

  “I do not care who,” the tall man interrupted as he moved in close to her. “Because, from now on it will be for me.”

  Although she would never admit it, some small grain of perversion in her soul found his confidence to be impressive, he knew that she was not as strong as she was letting on. He stepped in again, she could feel a heat coming off of him making his presence real, and she could smell something musky, and alluring, something that made her loins ache. She did not want to feel this so she stepped away from him. Her eyes looked him up and down following the ripples of his muscles as he moved, something inside of her was betraying her making her want to watch him. She watched him raise his right hand and gestured as he chanted a few words in a language unknown to her. When he finished the last word a breeze washed over her, fluttered her hair and chilled her to the bone. She felt a bit weakened and stumbled back a few steps, shivered intensely at the chilled air that enveloped her, and right before her eyes what remained of her dress and silk under clothing crumbled to dust. Out of instinct she feebly tried to cover her body from his sight, but some darker region of her soul wanted her to be seen.

  “Get on your knees,” the tall man commanded as he pulled his loin cloth off in one smooth motion allowing his swelling member to hang freely between his muscular thighs.

  Sterre could not help staring at his cock, it was not even hard and it was longer than the porter’s cock that she greedily sucked on in the manor larder. She felt an instant jolt of pleasure rock through her just knowing what he was going to do to her. She did not want to do this and did not know why but she felt her legs buckle and she fell to her knees and sank slightly into the coins. Why was she obeying him? She felt fear starting to overwhelm her and she did not want to be on her knees, she just wanted to go home.

  “You are going to do whatever I say,” the tall man ordered as she took a step toward where she knelt. He smelled the air in her direction and admired her silky blond hair, her taut breasts, lean buttocks, long shapely legs, and her beautiful blue eyes, he liked his prize and was going to enjoy this intensely.

  Sterre watched him step closer, his right hand reaching down to encircle the base of his cock and he began stroking it to life. She could not take her eyes off of it as it grew to enormous proportions making the porter’s cock look mundane in comparison. She had no idea a man’s member could get that large, but then again he was not a man, he was a creature in the form of a man. She had a sudden realization that she has never had sex before, and fear gripped her at the prospect. He was going to put it in her, and the thought of this gave her confused mixed feelings. The logical part of her brain was in absolutely shocked at the idea of this massive cock being inside of her, and the lust part of her brain wanted it all deep inside of her. As he drew near she could see every detail of his huge member, its massive veins running its length, its purplish thick head with the slit in the tip, his large round testicles that hung at its base, and the fact that he had no pubic hair at all, in fact she could see very little hair at all on him.

  He stopped right in front of her, and she watched as his rigid cock bobbed in front of her face. She could smell his earthy musk again and felt excitement and sexual pressure building within. Something about his scent was arousing her, and not just a little, it was a lot. Her nipples immediately became fully erect, and she was breathing heavy as she followed the sway of his cock in front of her eyes. She could feel an aching inside, and a heaviness between her legs that only he could sooth. She heard him inhale deeply through his nose.

  “I smell your lust human,” the tall man’s said in a deep voice as he directed his cock to her face. “You know what you want to do, just do it, give in to your lust.”

  She snapped a little out of her lust fogged thoughts to realize he was doing something to her. His voice and his scent, it was a spell of some sort designed to make her want him. She shook her head to clear some of the cob webs out, and looked up past his huge member and into his eyes as she screamed. “NO!”

  She was shocked by his speed, she had never seen anyone move so fast. He grabbed a handful of her soft hair making her yelp in pain and then forced her head down into the coins half burying her face, and held her there. Her ass was in the air and exposed, and she could feel the cool air of the cavern on her exposed moist pussy folds. She struggled to push herself up but he was amazingly strong and kept her face firmly planted. She gasped as something fleshy, warm and wet touched her ass cheek, it was soft yet firm enough to cause delightful friction along her silky skin. It sent a jolt of pleasure all through her making her writhe under it as it wound along her ass cleft and ran over her tight bud. It felt so good, and her body betrayed her with every moan that escaped her mouth. She could not stop moaning as it crept down sliding along her already sopping pussy, and she almost pushed back onto it just so she could feel more of it on her.

  Just as suddenly as it started it stopped, and she felt the pressure on the back of her head leave. She flipped over to see the tall man looking down at her with his burning red eyes, every muscle in his body tense with excitement, his raging hard cock at attention and bobbing with his heavy breath, and saliva dripping from his glistening face. She brushed away several coins that had stuck to her face from the pressure he had exerted on the back of her head. She could feel the tension between them, the air thick with lust.

  “Submit to me,” the tall man snarled through gritted teeth as he took a step toward her. “Fighting your urges is futile. You want it, and you will give in.”

  She felt disgust inside knowing her was right she, felt her resolve weakening, her mind giving in and wanting him to take her right her and now. She closed her hand gripping several coins in it, raised up and pitched the coins at him with as much force as she could muster from her feminine frame and screamed. “NO! I will not submit. Not now! Not ever!”

  Sterre shirked back trying to get away, but found only an unyielding surface of precious coins behind her that seemed to peel away as she flailed with her hands and feet trying to gain enough purchase to move. She flinched as the tall man lunged forward his balled fists blasting into the coin pine on either side of her launching coins into the air only to shower down on her naked form. She felt fear once again take hold of her making her heart feel like it would burst from her chest. She froze in place as his face neared hers, heat coming off of him mixing excitement with her fear, his scent filling her nostrils once again making her loins ache for him. She looked up into his burning eyes and watched his mouth open letting his tongue snake out. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it
touched her face and writhed about exploring every line and feature like another appendage. She could not help but flinch at his tongues touch, she knew he was trying to break her will. His tongue moved down her chin along her neck and then onto her chest, she gasped at the feel of it snaking down her skin leaving a slick trail as it passed. When it finally touched her breast she could not hold back she exhaled deeply with pleasure and sighed as his tongue flicked at her nipple. She felt his tongue elongate and wrap fully around her breast like a constrictor on a mouse, it squeezed her breast making her moan and she could see the victorious look in his eyes.

  “No!” Sterre cried out as she watched the tip of his tongue split and encircled her nipple. She did not know such feelings existed, it was exquisite and made her arch her back pushing her breasts forward. “By the gods...no.”

  She watched him lean in close kneeling on the pile on either side of her, his massive hard cock coming to rest on her lower leg. She felt its smooth skin on hers, its heat and its constant throbbing a reminder of his lust for her. His tongue squeezed her breast tighter and the forked end continued to pinch and manipulate her nipple making her gasp and moan out loud. The heat off of his body was making her squirm and the feeling of his hard cock resting on her leg only added to the pleasure welling inside of her. Then his tongue released her breast and withdrew back into his mouth as he backed away from her. She felt suddenly abandoned and aroused past where she could deny her want for him any longer. Her displeasure of being left in such a state showed plainly on her face, she felt like she might die if left in such a high state of arousal.

  “Submit to me,” the tall man said as his eyes flashed red with desire.

  Sterre felt shame as she knew her urges would win, but she summoned the strength to deny the lust within one more time as she cried out at him with a quivering and weak display of defiance. “No!”