by Lisa Daniels
Marea snapped out of her sexual haze for a moment, bewildered. “What?”
Kazak chuckled. “You actually pee here.” His finger now went up her slit, before stopping midway from her entrance.
Marea now bent to look, though normally, she wouldn't have even dared. Her... organs down there looked so bizarre. She saw where his finger rested, parting the folds down there. “Really?”
Holy Hell. I'm actually interested.
“Really. Another thing that humans don't always know. Of course, I've been saving the best thing for last.” Kazak smirked, making sure she watched his finger as he moved it up slightly, until it rested at the top of her nether regions. “You see the little hood here?”
Hood?
All Marea saw was an odd fold of flesh. “Yes. I suppose so.”
“You have something very sensitive underneath here. So sensitive, that we will need your arousal to guide it.”
He gathered up some of her wetness, pushed apart what he called the folds, revealing a tiny nub of flesh. Marea's heart hammered in excitement. She sensed, somehow, that all the tight coiling in her stomach was connected to this. When he pressed his finger feather-light there, and twitched it, she let out a gasping moan, instantly shuddering from the explosion of pleasure that jolted through her.
“Oh,” she said. By Hell's Teeth, she'd never felt anything like that before. Was this why women liked...
Whatever thoughts she tried to process then quickly became drowned out in a moan of mindless bliss, as he began flicking her nub with rhythmic patience. The pleasure became so intense that she tried to wriggle away, to gasp at him to stop, but he didn't. He pinned her quite firmly down, his finger expertly caressing her down there.
I can't handle this!
She cried out, jerking and moaning, her head slamming back into the bedrest, her thighs trembling, wound up with pressure. They twitched out of her control, and her body tensed up. She needed to make him stop. She needed...
Her heart beat so fast now, she thought it would halt in exhaustion, and she screamed when the pressure inside her grew, burning, crackling, until an impossible assault of bliss savaged all her senses, as she climaxed for the first time in her life. Her body jerked and shuddered, and the bliss infected her muscles, dragging her down into ecstasy. Her body continued to sink, even as she saw Kazak undo his pants, revealing an enormous cock that jutted out from between his legs. Before she could protest, or cry out, he began to stroke himself, closing his eyes and groaning, and she watched in fascination as his hand slid up and down, seeing how he stimulated himself, sometimes by reaching to his balls, sometimes by pinching the tip.
The more she watched, the more she felt aware of her throbbing core, and the ravenous heat there, wanting him inside. Wanting that filling her up, where the empty was.
Her heart picked up the pace it lost again, and she stared at him with a kind of hunger, quite willing to topple completely into the darkness that princesses were not supposed to experience.
She had never felt so much desire before, not for a prince. But for a dragon turned human?
He opened his eyes, pupils fully expanded so that the green became black, and he smiled. Then, he stopped stroking himself, and pulled her back suddenly, before lunging over her, so that her back and head pressed against the sheets, and his body hovered over hers. “I see your greedy eyes. You want more, don't you? You want to be fucked. You want to sin, to feel my heat inside you... who would have thought a princess would crave so badly?”
Marea whimpered in response, hating herself for how needy she felt, with the lust burning up all fragments of purity and good she harbored inside.
“Please...” she whispered.
In response, Kazak adjusted himself so that the tip of his cock rested against her entrance. Then, he pushed himself inside, and once again, Marea melted in pleasure, sighs and moans escaping from her mouth as the dragon had his way with her, pounding into her, stretching her out, stabbing right into the hollowness inside, the part of herself she never dared touch, or help. Much of this moment blurred past her, except for the fact in the way he broke her virginity, and made her realize, for the first time, that she wasn't the good girl everyone expected her to be.
Perhaps that meant she wasn't really a princess at all. Just one wearing the mask.
When he came, and withdrew himself from her, there was a tender smile there, just for a moment as he stroked her hair, before he left her alone, to sleep in a bed that suddenly felt too small, with a newfound heat simmering away inside.
Even if she did get rescued now – would any man want someone who had been claimed by a dragon?
She didn't know. But when she slept, her dreams were light, and her soul calm.
Chapter Four
Ever since that night, something fundamental had shifted in Marea. She couldn't place a finger on it at first, because she wasn't generally that introspective. She still did chores every day, though this time, she found herself thinking through each one, trying to figure out ways to make her life easier, more efficient. In other words, to get better at doing the basic tasks she was assigned to. It amazed her, really, to discover that even the most basic, essential tasks that all peasants could do, having been raised up in households where they were expected to contribute, it still needed finesse and forethought to do efficiently.
For example, with the dishes, it made more sense to start with the cleanest items first, like mugs and glasses, and work her way to the cutlery last, so she could preserve more water. With mopping, she needed to start in one corner and replace the water often, and work out how much water covered what.
It felt rewarding to be able to achieve these simple tasks, when she stepped back to admire her handiwork, the cleaner floors, the fresher smells.
Slowly, but surely, she became more confident in her own abilities. She no longer felt pampered and aloof, and spent far less of her time whining.
Sometimes, Kazak came to her in the night to spice things up, to make her heart, mind and soul keep feeling the things she never used to experience.
Kazak watched her blossoming confidence with a tiny smile upon his lips, though he still locked her in the tower to prevent her escape whenever he left the cave on business. Whatever kind of business dragons got up to.
Once, one of Kazak's friends visited with his princess in tow, a rather grumpy, dark haired woman called Ness, who did nothing but lament her fate to Marea as they sat together at the servant's table, a short distance from the main feasting table, where the dragons maintained their eminently practical human forms for the smaller portioned feast.
“I've been captive for eight months,” Ness said, her voice holding that familiar whine that Marea herself utilized in the first few weeks of her imprisonment. “Eight months, forced to work every day, and only three knights have come to try and save me. Three! I'm so ashamed. It obviously means I'm not worth anything to Questers.”
Marea pursed her lips, thinking about the lack of knights that had come for her. A thirty-year old princess, unmarried and devalued, with a family that were more exasperated with her then pleased. They had probably offered an insultingly low price for her, not enough to encourage Questers to risk their lives for fame and glory.
Ness herself looked quite pretty, but clearly hadn't adapted to her fate after eight months, nor bothered to try. She as much admitted she cried herself to sleep every night, and did everything she could to sabotage the home, even though she'd have to end up cleaning it anyway.
“My life is a tragedy,” Ness declared, pasting a hand over her head in a dramatic gesture. “I will die old and unloved and the slave of a dragon. I swear if I have to see another cockroach, I will just die.”
Marea found herself getting irritated by Ness for some reason, even though she saw herself in the princess's manner. “So, your dragon just makes you work and locks you up?”
“Yes, as is typical of those beasts. And he has all his horrible friends coming over, though so
metimes that can be a good opportunity for the other captive princesses to talk. It can be the only times we get to go outside.” Her beautiful dark eyes welled up with artful tears, temporarily making Marea at a loss for words.
So, what Kazak did with her, that wasn't typical dragon behaviour? She knew not to push the matter, not without aggravating this delicate buttercup of a princess. She hesitated at her mental phrasing.
Delicate buttercup?
She also suspected Kazak gave her a little more attention than the other dragons. Well, aside from the obvious thing, he did greet her, say goodnight, and sometimes ask about how her cleaning went, and occasionally probe into her past, though he gave nothing of his. She didn't know what kind of past a dragon had, though surely they started with some kind of mother and father, maybe siblings, before they became their monstrous adult forms.
What did she actually know about Kazak? A green scaled dragon who invited his friends over and held feasts in human forms. What did that mean? A network of a sort, of neighboring dragons, going to their places or having them come here. They showed off their princesses, so a princess was a status symbol. Did dragons have kings? Queens?
Were there even any female dragons? Marea hadn't seen any turn up at the cavern.
Marea smiled and nodded, listening to Ness's woes, before breathing a sigh of relief when she packed off and left. Eventually, it was just her and Kazak alone.
“You looked like you weren't enjoying that at all, princess,” Kazak said, with a faint smile. He always had that infuriatingly calm expression on his face.
“Ugh. She was so annoying. I guess that's why you lock princesses up all the time.”
He let out a roar of laughter. “Good logic.” Then he hesitated, eyes narrowing. “I'm afraid you'll have to go back to your tower, princess. We have another visitor.”
Baffled, Marea did as bid, running anxious fingers through her blonde hair, going up the stairwell in her flat soled shoes and simple peasant gear. At the top, she heard him lock the door behind her. Curious, she headed to the window, and peered out into the mountainous terrain below, the Wilderness of Kazak's home. She saw, with a leap of her heart, a knight, standing in full shining armor, sword and shield at the ready. In fact, he was clanging his shield for attention, and when he caught Marea staring from the appropriately designed tower, he shouted to her, and his voice came faint.
“Princess Marea! I'm here to rescue you!”
Oh, okay then. My first Quester. Marea watched in fascination as Kazak came bellowing out of the enormous entrance of his cave, fully clad in his dragon form, before rearing up.
“Who dares challenge me!” Kazak said. His words had the ring of tradition. For some reason, Marea found it amusing to see this huge dragon, which could probably bite the Quester in two, standing on his hind legs, tail swishing, leathery wings furled behind him as he balanced on the hard stone.
The knight raised his sword. “It is I, lord Godric of Larusa kingdom! I come for princess Marea, fiend, who you've cruelly kept imprisoned. Prepare to die!”
Larusa kingdom? That was one of the center kingdoms. Bigger than her one, interestingly enough. If he won, he'd return her to her parents and ask for a boon, which could be anything from gold to asking her hand in marriage.
Suddenly, she realized she didn't want Godric to win. She wanted Kazak to escape from this unscathed.
Sun and Stars, I want the DRAGON to win?
“I accept your challenge!” Kazak swished his tail violently, and the knight clanged his shield in reply.
Even monsters follow tradition, like the kingdoms. Perhaps they're not so monstrous, after all.
The knight looked as if he had good gear. He'd likely Quested to some forest witch to get better items, gone into some mysterious cave for the sword, or rifled all the gear from a mysterious trader travelling on a rickety cart with a hood obscuring their features. The harder the Quest, the better the item.
Didn’t people fight dragons as well for a chance to reach their treasure hoard?
The knight struck first. He whirled the sword, and some kind of shockwave came from it, which Kazak buffeted aside with his tail, before crushing down on the knight with his front paws. The knight rolled out of the way, and held up his shield in time to deflect a blast of fire, which dissipated into the shield.
Basic anti-dragonfire shield. He's Quested well.
“Taste darkness!” Kazak roared, his wings spreading out to an impressive length, before around them, a black dome materialized, concealing the entire fight from Marea's view.
Wait. Dragons cast spells?
Belatedly, she realized the stupidity of her thought. If dragons could breathe fire and shift into humans, of course they knew how to cast spells. It made her wish she'd paid attention in magic class, since even if you weren't a natural mage, you could still learn some basic chants – though it'd be nothing compared to a trueborn.
She heard an awful lot of shrieking, yelling and clashes of sword against scales, before she saw the Quester suddenly fly out of the dome, hurtling away at an impossible speed, far across the mountains, no longer holding his magically enchanted sword.
“Curse you...!” she heard the Quester bellow, before he disappeared into the distance.
Marea hoped he'd at least possessed a Falling Feather or a null gravity enchant, to make his fall a slightly more pleasant event.
The black dome vanished, and Kazak stood there in dragon form, the sword between his teeth, looking rather smug with himself.
“Well done!” Marea said, clapping her hands, and Kazak glanced up with her, and even exaggerated a bow.
Marea immediately halted her reaction. She'd just cheered for a dragon. A sodding dragon.
He disappeared inside the cavern entrance, and was unlocking her door a moment later. “Phew!” He said. “We had a noble Quester this time. Some like to try trickery or to sneak into the tower. It's a full-time job protecting a princess, but certainly entertaining.”
Marea grinned, imitating his almost boyish enthusiasm, obviously fired up with adrenalin from his encounter. “Is that your first Quester?”
“Not my first,” Kazak replied. “I've helped other dragons before, when the Questers bring companions. You can get full bands of five, so it can be quite a challenge for a newly princessed dragon.” He flopped onto her bed, folding his arms behind his head. “But I've Quested on my own. It's basic for any good adventurer to have at least some enchanted weapons and items to succeed in this world. And I have a few witches as friends.”
“Do you kill Questers?” Marea asked, though she knew it was a foolish question. Dragons got slain. So did Questers.
“Sometimes. It depends on them and whatever conditions they state. And of course, upon the dragon. A perfect match is where both sides are shielded, and the first to break the shield wins. But you get dishonorable Questers and dragons, so that kind of event is exceedingly rare. Mostly, someone tends to die. Our little Quester here didn't state any conditions, and you might be a little averse to some blood, so... I sent him flying. Let's hope he was as well prepared as he looked for the fall, eh?”
Kazak was really talkative now, his face alight, the smile never leaving his face. Marea sat beside him, now stroking his hair, secretly delighted at the idea that he'd stopped himself from killing a Quester. For her.
He turned to face her, green eyes glowing. “Did you see me, though?”
“Well, up until the point when you conjured up the impenetrable cloud of darkness, yes,” Marea said, now settling into the bed next to him. “I'm sure it must have been impressive.”
“Probably.” On sudden impulse, Kazak turned and kissed her fully on the lips. Not a dainty, nice one, but a full one grab of her cheeks and a suck that made it feel like he was trying to draw all the air from her lungs, before he released her, laughing exuberantly. “We should feast tonight! I'll send invitations to some of the others over the mountains, and we can celebrate the event of your first Quester!”
Dragons are weird, Marea thought, slightly disorientated from his effort at sucking the soul out of her body. She couldn't help but smile along with him, though.
Chapter Five
Am I even a princess, anymore? Marea twirled in front of the mirror Kazak had procured, checking out the first dress she'd been given since her confinement in the tower. The more she had cleaned, the more she realized that it served as nothing more than a distraction for her, to keep her busy so she didn't grow bored out of her mind, or plot too strongly about escaping. According to Kazak, he said the dragon manual of How to Keep Your Princess recommended extensive chores, as well as the basic locked tower, and to trim princess hair every now and then so she couldn't use it as a ropeladder. Also, to keep potions of extreme grow and shrink away from them.
The dress shimmered a deep yellow, holding a glossy shine with her glittering blonde hair. Frills and a tight bodice pushed out her chest, making it seem like she had substance there. After a long, hot bath, she'd brushed out her hair until it glimmered, and picked out a sapphire necklace from Kazak's treasury (she hadn't yet seen his treasures, understandable, since dragons tended to hoard a lot.)
One month after Marea’s first Quester, nine more had come along, all of them beaten in a similar manner to the first. Since Kazak had defeated ten Questers, he'd been rewarded formally by a dragon king.
A Dragon king. Apparently, dragons liked to celebrate achievements, and Kazak had messengers turning up outside his cavern to shower him in gifts. More gold, special enchantments, and a formal invite to the king's table in their annual convention.
That sort of thing.
Kazak bought Marea a dress, inviting her to try it on, and now she felt awkward, standing in front of the mirror, closer to the princess she used to be.
Except, she didn't feel like that person any longer. Gone was the woman who felt misshapen and off because she didn't have a husband near the age of thirty. Gone was the jealously and envy towards the servants, for their skill sets and their simpler lifestyles.