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The game master began, answering their questions; “Twenty princesses have been captured and now are locked in twenty towers by the malevolent dragon. Each stands locked in a tower waiting to be saved by a hero able to overcome their guardian and woo their hearts. However, time is limited. Soon the towers shall collapse and only the princesses you three save will survive. If you manage to save one, you may claim her dowry, or spend more time within the tower to retrieve her second dowry. If you still have time, you may be able to save another princess. Be warned however, that when the dragon lets loose her fearsome roar, all shall be trapped forever amidst the rubble. Now go brave knights, save your princesses, claim your rewards as their husbands, and pray that you are not caught when the dragons below is unleashed”
And now, they were left, setting off on each of their respective roads to each of their chosen princesses.
Martyr Knight vs. Time Knight You approach the tower of dragon princess. As it comes closer into view you can see a being guarding it. A knight like yourself who failed to rescue her and now stands eternal guardian to the dragon princess, testing any knight who seeks entry. A glowing door rests behind him, the soul entrance to the tower. The game master explains that it will only open when the guardian is defeated. The Knight before you is a man covered in brass armor and gentlemanly clothing. You know him to be the Knight of Time. Hefting his brass cane, he draws forth a coil sword, arcing with electricity. You seek to provoke him with words and boasts, but he merely scoffs, being far too gentlemanly and intelligent to care for your base accusations.
You motion to the handle of your sword underneath your cloak and hold the fabric from inside with two fingers, giving the impression of dual-wielding. Charging, you ump up and swing your Troika upwards as if readying a cleave, but instead sideroll to your left twisting his coil sword into a mangled broken form. You recover into a defensive stance, now located between him and the tower.
You claim that his petty barrier is nothing against the runes enchanting your Magni's Grip,in the hopes of making him overconfident, entering the same faux dual-wielding stance, charge, jump, SUGGEST to be about to repeat the same cleave, but instead releasing the hilt when swinging it down, tossing it towards his head.
An impressive display. However he is smart enough to not fall for your taunt yet again. As you make to throw your sword however, you realize that your shoelaces are untied and look down just as you throw your sword, causing it to fly off and go wide (critical fail). Returning to an upright position, you realize that you are wearing greaves, not shoelaces and therefore your worry was unfounded.
He lunges, encompassing you in his eletrosphere and dealing damage to you.
You scramble to retrieve your sword even as Time knight moves to intercept him. Your speed is greater however (succeeded opposed speed roll) allowing you to grab your sword and come up in a fighting position again. He once again blocks your path to the tower door.
You try to convince him to give up fighting, saying he's long since perished, but can't conclude the rite of passage because of his unreachable ambition. Even if his future can't be saved, there's still hope for a whole era and HE can play a part in this by giving passage. Unfortunately you are not charming enough and cannot convince him to let you past. Double unfortunately a dragon bone blade appears to have emerged from his sternum.
Dragon Knight has succeeded in catching up and dealing a fatal attack to time knight. He takes a small amount of damage from the electric sphere, which soon fizzles out and dies with its host.
The monster-door fades. Dragon Knight points one of his swords at Martyr Knight. “By right of blood, the dragon princess shall be saved by a dragon”
"... Trust me, you won't want to do that. Just think about it, she's just as possessive as you are, and you won't be more than an edible toy in her hands. You two are dragons, but she's royalty on top of that. Do you really think you can be beat her into submission before she toasts your pride?"
Your statements confuse and confound dragon knight (critical success). He is briefly left stunned. Confused and confounded, he tries to smell the dragon princesses treasure to reassure himself. He cannot, and as he does not have the wherewithal to think of anything but treasure he decides it is not worth it, shrugs and leaves (critical failure by dragon knight)
You wait until dragon knight is out of sight, then briefly fall to your knees and hold your hand high in thankfulness, afterwards pulling yourself together and marching onward up the tower.
Kobold knight vs. Ceramic Knight (Note:Sorry for the style change but I didn’t feel like editing it all into one cohesive second person narrative again. All following posts will continue alternating between first and second person as appropriate. Laters ya’ll)
As you approach the tower, you see its guardian, a fallen knight who now serves as the eternal guard of the kobold princesses tower. The door behind him is held shut by a purple miasma known as a monster lock. This lock will only come undone and allow you to enter the tower once you have overcome the guardian. Thankfully it seems that the fallen knight has yet to see you, but wit your keen ranger eyes you know him to be ceramic knight.
I gaze upon the knight for a short while, taking in the sight of him, keeping behind any cover that is nearby. I tighten the Crossbow up, and fit a quarrel in, after pulling the drawstring back far. Keeping it level as I can, I level the crossbow out, and aim for his sword carrying arm, hoping if I cannot pierce it, I will at least stun, and make him lose grip
Your crossbow strikes true, cracking his armor and causing him to drop his weighty kanabo (stamina reduced to 4, speed raised to 1). He raises his shield to defend himself as he fumbles seeking to regain his grip on the kanabo
With a speedy and practiced motion, I retrieve another quarrel, and watch the lumbering knight, clad in the cumbersome ceramic armor. My lips curl in a grin, as I can easily get another shot off on the knight, this time leveling the Crossbow to strike at his head. "Let's ring to see if someone's home in that helmet!" Your quarrel strikes true once more, shattering his ceramic shield to smithereens and cracking his armor further (critical success). (Stamina reduced to 3, speed increased to 2). Forced to drop his shield, Ceramic Knight begins his advance having regained his kanabo. He is still slow and clunky amidst his armor however and will take some time to reach you.
"Oh! The Teapot is getting all steamed up. I'll give you something to shout about!" I taunt him, as I quickly load up once more, and let a third quarrel fly in his direction, aimed at his sqord wielding arm's shoulder. "Let's tip you over and pour you out!”
Enraged the ceramic knight charges, positively fuming. Your quarrel strikes true once more, again cracking away his protective armor (stamina reduced to 2, speed increased to 3). The ceramic knight charges in full force. If you do not move, he will soon be upon you.
I note that the ceramic knight if coming in close, and my instincts kick in to full motion, with a practiced motion, I quickly shoulder the massive crossbow, and start to leg it, as he grows nearer and nearer, looking for some brush, or rocks nearby where I might be able to use my smaller size to lose him. While your kobold instincts are strong, you are unable to muster the primal fear necessary to escape an enemy with any expediency. While he does not gain significant ground on you, you are unable to put any significant distance between yourself and him. Your natural instinct of running and hiding also fail you as you find that on either side of the dirt road is merely tall grass.
I fidget rather nervously as I fail to put distance between up, hissing unpleasantly between my teeth. His armor was quite cracked. All I needed was a good shot...but I didn't have time. Despite my screaming instincts, I pull my Crossbow off my back, whirling around with the long bayonet, holding it at ready to stab at the knight as fast as I can when he came in range.
Overcoming your natural Kobold instinct to run and flee, you instead maintain your ground, maintaining your powerful disposition as a knight to strike him even as he charges at you, cracking his armor further still, causing it to fall away, leaving only the knight in teapot-patterned undergarments. (Stamina reduced to 1, speed increased to 4). The knight however is truly enraged however and while one good hit may fell him, you are now within his range. With a hefty swing, the knight sends you soaring and crashing a good distance hence (stamina reduced to 1).
You pause ever so briefly, stunned by the heavy blow but just as quickly you find the ceramic knight upon you once more. Without his armor his speed is unparalleled. Thankfully, your kobold instincts are on high alert. Your hands are shaking, barely able to hold your crossbow straight, but you know that if you desired, you could run like the wind.
I see the sky fly by, and my body suddenly fall to the ground, my breath racing from my lungs as I gaze in the air. Soon, the looming shadow of the ceramic knight, now bereft of armor, kanabo in the air, ready to strike. With a shriek of terror, my instincts kick in, and in a burst of agility, I try and scramble away, under between the legs of the much taller ceramic knight.
With a terrified shriek you dash between the knights legs. He is so surprised that he stands there dumbfounded for a moment, even as you have made it halfway to the tower already. Still he can cross that distance just as fast. You can feel your kobold panic fading at the enemy making ready his charge once more Ceramic Knight charges, covering meters in leaps and bounds, his Kanabo whirling, dust picking up in his wake as he brings his weapon to the ready to deliver one final blow to the meager kobold. With one final step he tenses his muscles…and then pauses. Looking down, he sees the quarrel emerging from his chest. He tries again, tensing his muscles for one final swing. He cannot. He feels the strength well out of his limbs. His knees buckle, arms tire and wheeze. And with one final “toot” from his helmet, he falls to the ground defeated. The miasma clears, and you are ready to take your next step. Into the tower
Dragon Knight Still fuming at being tricked, you made your way to the central circle once again. How foolish could you be! You let him trick you like that! And you lost the one chance you had at saving your races princess…With a breathe of flame you curse martyr knight and swear vengeance upon him for stealing the bride intended for you. Now…you must make a different choice…find a different way…and you think you know the perfect means to seek vengeance upon him. You set off once more, this time traveling to another tower, one belonging to a princess more…amicable…to your future plans
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Dragon Knight vs. Desert Knight Swords drawn, Dragon knight approached the tower of his choice. Guarded by a fierce warrior of the desert, renowned for his speed and grace…Dragon knight was certain of his foes skill…and more certain that he would prevail. Drawing his swords, dragon knight charges, not bothering with foolish things like plans or stealth. His enemy would see him soon enough, drawing his own weapons, a pair of khopesh, equal in strength to his own dragon bone blades. With practiced precision, the pair would draw closer to each other and begin their deadly dance.
Dragon knight struck first, his swords easily leveled to decapitate the enemy. Desert knight was swifter however and easily dropped down, ducking beneath the dragon bone blades and hooking dragon knights left leg with his khopesh as he slid behind him. Unfortunately, dragon knights hide would prove too durable for the desert knight as he tried to cut off the leg, only jerking it uselessly against the fearsome dragons hide.
Dragon knight would retaliate, flipping his left sword into an underhanded grip and stabbing at the prone desert knight, only to once again miss his target. The nomad rolling out of the way, still unable to penetrate the dragons leg even as he pulled with all the might his lithe body could muster. Flipping both swords around, Dargon knight struck furiously, stabbing relentlessly at his opponent. Desert knight in turn danced furiously, spinning and whirling around on the dirt road, kicking and sweeping with his legs in graceful movements. His natural dexterity coupled with the charm he ever wore, easily informed him of danger and allowed him to evade almost any attack…that was of course until dragon knight welled up his breath within himself. Unleashing the torrent against Desert knight, the unarmored dervish was caught in the deadly inferno.
Burned and bruised, Desert knight was still unready to admit defeat. In unleashing his breath weapon, dragon knight had left himself open to a physical attack, one Desert knight was all too ready to exploit. Pushing through the flames and heedless of danger, he slashed into dragon knights jaw, forcing the gout of flame to stop and sending the dragon knight dealing. Licking the cut with his long prehensile tongue, dragon knight would turn back snarling and swinging both blades at Desert knight. The dervish easily caught the dual blades between his own hooked khopesh and slashed again at dragon knights face, again and again, the blunt hooked blade smashing into the unarmored portion of his head, breaking through the weaker scales. Again, dragon knight tasted blood…but now that Desert knight had met him this close, locking their blades together, his fate was sealed.
Drawing back his other sword, dragon knight would block the offending blade and begin pushing. The hooks working against desert knight now, preventing him from disengaging effectively. Robbed of his dexterity Desert knight gave a sudden look of panic, and dragon knights bloody maw grinned in glee. Forcing desert knight to one knee…then the other, his dragon bone blades pushing further, and harder and stronger than whatever desert knight could muster. It was with a frightened whimper that the blades entered desert knights flesh. Pressing steadily through skin, then muscles, then sinew…and finally bone. The dragon knights blades, through sheer force sawed clear through the nomads shoulders torso, the poor desert knight unable to escape and only prolonging his suffering as he struggled to push back against the dragons sword. And with a final choked, bloody sigh, desert knight fell, expiring with blood on the sand just as he had lived.
Letting out a deep satisfied chuckle, dragon knight licked the blood clean from his blades before sheathing them once more. He looked to the door, the miasma clear and ready for his entrance. He made ready to step over desert knights corpse but stopped himself. Reaching down, he grasped the bauble said to give desert knight his warnings, and ward off harsh storms. It would be a fine present…for his new bride. Leaping off, Dragon knight pressed on, through the door and into the tower.
The Seduction of Dragon Princess by Martyr Knight "Alas, the time is nigh, Your Majesty... I was told that twenty princesses were captured and trapped in these twenty towers. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm under the impression that you're not exactly a captive like the others. The large rumbling pink mass in the center of the room would slowly turn around, gold coins seemingly stuffed in its cheeks like a hamster. “Whm…wuh? GULP Are you, are you talking to me?”
"Uhm... heheh, yes I am, madame." he places the Troika onto his shoulder, supporting the hilt with his forearm and waving at her. "I, Martyr Knight, have come to rescue you."
With great lumbering steps she ran towards him and with great sweeping arms, scooped him up, hugging him to her ample bosom “Oh thank the towers! Thank them! Oh ooooooooh, it’s soooooooo good to see someone again! HUH! And you’re a rescuer too!” redoubling her “hug” pressing him even further betwixt her cleavage “That means we can go leave the tower, and get MORE treasure. mmmmmm…treasure” at that her mouth seemed to start drooling perfidiously
"Eep!" he managed to squeak before being picked up, hugging the indented sword with his one arm for dear life as he's suffocated in all that boobflesh. That's not a healthy predicament for a breast lover, I give you that. But, her words snap him out of it, and once his breathing normalizes his helmet peeks out from the top of her bosom. "W-wait, were you legitimately trapped in here like the others? What happened, I thought you were the dragon who kidnapped all the princesses?"
“Well…yes…I did do that” she said setting him down in front of her and then kneeling before him. “But well then…then Freya said that I had to stay in here like all the other princesses…and, and that I couldn’t leave until a knight came to rescue me, just like all the other princesses. So that way it would be fair. But-but now you’re here. So now we can leave right? And then go to your kingdom? Do they have treasure in your kingdom? I bet it’s tasty!”
"What the... d-do you realize that these towers are at the verge of crumbling? Even if you're a dragon, if nobody had come you could've been trapped under the rubble forever. And whoever princesses we don't manage to rescue in time are doomed for good. Whoever that Freyda is (it's Freyda, actually), she prolly didn't know that." he rubs the hilt against his helmet as he explains, then jumps up slightly at the mention of kingdom and eating treasures.
"A-actually, I only intend to build one, I'm not from a kingdom, properly speaking. But hey, even if I'm dreadfully worn out from reaching you, if we work together to rescue the other princesses their kingdoms might not hold a grudge against you anymore. In fact, they might even reward us with some treasure if I can reassure them you won't do them harm again. What do you say, will you collaborate with me?" he sets his sword against his shoulder and outstretches his open palm. “mmmm…that sounds nice. Ok lets go! But…wait…what about all my old treasure. I can’t just leave it here” leaning into a massive pile and hugging it close to her…and then licking it.
"... The path of attunement is a harsh one, as the kingdoms of the princesses who don't live past this day will scorn you, and those we don't save potentially hunt you if they band together. I recommend you try pushing everything down the tower and outside, starting from the first floor and going up, so the excess treasure won't jam the exit. Uhhh, but first... do you have good hearing, or any means I can call you when necessary?"
“hum…alright…OH I know” diving deep within the piles of gold a la scrooge mcduck, she would return several minutes later with a glowing ruby gemstone of sorts. "This is my dowry, and it’s supposed to be only for the knight I marry” she looked away at that, a coquettish blush. “If you accept it, you can call me any time you need to”.
Those were some stressful minutes of wait. He makes a pause, but reaches over and takes the ruby with an embarrassed chuckle. "Ah-I'll take the responsibility. Ah, before I go, I'm kind of on the last of my strengths. Would you happen to have any healing items laying about? Hopefully somewhere easy to find?" he asks, hopeful. "I could only dream that you can breathe some reinvigorating flames, or anything along those lines, heheheh..."
“hmmmmmm….nope. But if you;d like, we could have sex! That always make me feel better." "W-we don't have enough time for that!" he stammers, stepping back warily. "I... I guess I'd better leg it now. Hurry and try to salvage as much of your treasure as you can, starting on the first floor and up like I instructed. And if you feel like you're running out of time... eat everything. Eat ferociously. Stuff your gullet like all that treasure will vanish within 40 minutes, which as a matter of fact, WILL! Also, if you feel like you're starting to feel full, imagine that will be all the treasure you'll be able to consume within the next following weeks."
“nnnnnnnmmmmmmmm…ok” she finished a little despondently, beginning to shuffle and puts around the mounds of treasure. "Alright, if the situation gets dire I'll call you!" he nods and swing his Troika, resting it onto his shoulder again and following after her. Since she'll starts on the first floor, she leaves a safe trail to traverse behind her, making the descent much easier and faster. "Just so you know, you're much cuter and amiccable than I expected, and I'm utmost glad for that!" he shouts over his shoulder as he vanishes through the tower's exit, now wondering who should he rescue next. However, with a chill in his gut reminding him of a certain someone he didn't have to face in combat just because of a clever remark drove him away, he at least has an idea which should it be now.
"Oh, uhhh..." Maxwell removes his helmet, his point of view returning to that of his player self. "The stamina stat is our health bar, right? If it goes down to zero do our characters die, or we're just rendered prone for a 'coup de grace'?" “You will die if it goes below zero. You will not die if it reaches zero however”
The Seduction of Kobold princess by Kobold Knight My announcement sadly falls on deaf ears, seeing as the princess is deep in a slumber. Feeling more than a little embarrassed by the action, I slowly make my way along to the casket. The Princess still breathed, but in the most deep form of sleep. Induced by the tower's magic? This strange Casket? Who would know. Reaching forth, he was about to shake the Princess's shoulder awake, before stopping himself. Goodness, that would not have been appropriate for the Princess would it have? That casket did not look the least bit comfortable either. Removing his gauntlets, he reached in, gently attempting to scoop the princess free of the casket, into his arms.
Delicately the princesses form was lifted free of the casket, taken into the strong arms of the knight. Her delicate reptilian features glinting softly in the light. He would see her eyelids flutter ever slightly, sinking lashes kissing his cheeks. But beyond that she did not stir, but seemed oddly easy to carry and willingly rescued by such a powerful and gentle knight.
She was so delicate seeming for a kobold. So light. Or was he that strong perchance? Despite her delicate looks, she had some muscle in all the right places. Even a Princess had to help with work back in the kingdom of the kobolds. Her thighs were thigh, and her large bottom toned from walking around the tunnels. My snout picked up the scent of her, soft scales having a slightly sweet scent, beckoning me to lean in closer over her dozing form. “…Princess...." As you lean closer her tongue flicked out ever so slightly, licking snout of your helmet. Her lips ever the slightest hint of a kiss. If you looked closely enough, you might notice the princess peaking out from behind one half closed eyelid.
Was....was she peeking? She wasn't actually asleep? This was really too much even for a princess. He was trying to rescue her. Maybe he should shake her awa....NO! Something rang out in his mind, telling him to stop. That was a horrid idea, no mater how much it was 'holding up' the rescue procedure. Besides, he'd merely been commanded to rescue the princess...they did not say how long he had to take in the task.
Gently, one arm lowered her feet, till they were upon the ground, as his other arm round her shoudler's held her upright. Using the free hand, he pulled his help off his head, looking down at the Princess. Right...This was something from those human storybooks right? What was he supposed to...ah, yes, that was it wasn't it? "Please awaken..I've come to rescue you princess." he said softly, leaning his snout in closer, pressing to her slightly puckered lips.
Close enough she thought to herself. before delivering a great big smooch directly to his muzzle. Her arms flung around his neck. “Oh brave knight, you have saved me from the tower! I am forever in your debt” her body pressed tightly to his own. Her toned bare thigh easily pressing itself hard between his legs. “please is there any Possible way I could…show my gratitude?”
The Knight's mind was thrown into a flurry of thought, as his muzzle was swallowed up by the Princess's kiss. First and foremost, one of need to escape. For some reason, it almost felt like she was attacking him, an his instincts sapped his upper strength to boost his lower muscles. The kiss, however had the opposite effect, and his legs felt like jelly. Still holding the princess to his front, his legs gave way, and he fell backwards, into the spacious casket with her in arms. "I..I'm glad to see our princess is so alive and rife with energy despite your capture....your scales sparkle green as an emerald, your highness.”
She blushed a little at the compliment, but quickly seemed to recompose herself. “Mhm I’m glad you approve sir knight” raising herself up and kneeling on either side of him. “I do hope you don’t mind if we get a little more…comfortable with each other” reaching behind her back, she undid the breast bands keeping her ample bosom in place, revealing the weighty teardrops to the world, and more importantly, to her knights pleasure. “Please, tell me more sir knight” leaning in close, beginning to gyrate her pelvis against his through their clothes, her breasts mere inches from his face.
Gazing up, the knight could not believe it. The beauty that was the princess of his land, was gazing down upon him with eyes smoldering with the sparks of passion. his paws reached up, and caressed upon her thighs, craw tips delicately moving along and feeling them. "The silk-weavers of the kingdom could only wish that they spun something soft as your scales Princess....smelling of sweetness...and so pretty, like a jewel..." he said quietly, craning his head to get closer to her large, silken looking chest. “MMMM yes that sounds nice.” taking hold of his hands, she would guide them up her hips to cup her backside. “Mmmm, tell me how I feel. Ah, show me how much you care for your sovereign”
How was he to respond? The natural answer is that his feelings belong to the colony's protection, but a welling feeling in the back of his mind was pushing him towards another answer. "You...feel like the first light of the glowbugs that hits my cheek when I awaken...." he said, eyes locking upon hers above. "I..want to be in the princess's gaze more than any other of the kingdom." he said, his paws squeezing her thighs, hips lifting a bit as his long, deft tongue reached out and tracked a wet line upon ond her scaled breasts.
Delivering an unbidden moan at the touch of his tongue, she seemed to become even more intense in her gyrations. “Ah-ah. Oh. Sir knight…please…I…I need you.” With almost practiced ease she shifted his loins, releasing his reptilian phallus from his codpiece. Raising herself up she would play with it for a moment, rubbing it against her scaled mons and folds, lubricating the shaft, making it sopping and wet…before shifting it suddenly to press against a much…deeper hole. “Please sir knight…let me show you…how much I…mmm…care about…ah…you” impaling herself on the lizard shaft, she squirmed slightly at the invading object, allowing it to settle and conform within her.
The knight was wide eyed, and a gasp left his mouth as the Princess removed his codpiece, before enwrapping his arousal in a wet, heated warmth. He'd mated before, as duty to the tribe...but it was never like this. This was...it was so wondrous, and different, his muzzle split into a low moan of bliss, his paws round her hips pulling her down closer, as one reached up and caressed along the small of her back, to pull her lower forwards toward him. "Your highness...Yes...I..I see..I feel...so much more...from you..”
“And-and I…you” she moaned as their bodies entwined, their hearts mere inches from each other. “S-sir knight if you would…please…say it…say the words…that *ah* that every princess wishes to hear. Please.” Gazing up at her, his tongue licked at her neck, his mouth growing closer to her ear. The words that all princesses wish to hear? The kobold wasn;t sure, but in the back of his mind, a few words sprang up. "I..I think... gasp ...I love you, my princess...." he whispered out the foreign concept into her ear, feeling his heart hammer against hers.
“And I love you” she breathed heavily into his own ear. And as she did, he felt a deep clenching within her, as if every fiber of her being was seeking to wring him out for all he was worth. Nipping and licking at her neck and shoulder, his hands grasped around her back tightly, his voice growling out in a moan of bliss, as him and his princess united, his mind filled with a blurring flash of pleasure from her tightness.
Lasting for hours, and over in a moment, the two la there bonded in body and soul. “Thank you…my knight…” the princess finished, snuggling into her new husband. The kobold knight could not help but feel a wash of contentment roll over his body, smiling blissfully at the sensation of being so close to someone, so intimate. Tenderly, he licked at her, cheek, deigning it a good time to rest and gain respite, before leaving this ower and continuing onwards.
The Seduction of Succubus Princess by Dragon Knight Compared to the battle, getting through the tower was beyond simple. The few traps that littered his path were easily burned away with fire and blade. The same could be said for whatever monsters had gotten in his way. The recursive maze was rather challenging but eventually he managed to claw his way out of it. And now, he stood at the entrance to the princesses boudoir.
“Princess” the knight hissed opening the door. “I have come to rescue-“ he was cut off as he laid eyes upon her. Truly a ravishing beauty. Clad almost exclusively in transparent lace, glimmering jewels and a crimson crown. Her horns stood proud and and strong, adorned with gold and jewels like the rest of her supple form. Her tail while small and thin compared to a dragons, was easily prehensile and swished back and forth, a pendulum to her broad sultry hips. She turned and her radiant eyes alit upon the dragons form…and dimmed ever so slightly. “Oh…you must be the knight sent to rescue me…I was expecting someone….” “…” “…different.” “Ahem my…appologies it must be strange being rescued by a-“ “A dragon! Yes!” Turning back to the window she crossed her arms. “It was supposed to be my bottom…but apparently he couldn’t make it through the tower. He just…stood their guarding me day after day..and the next time I see him…he’s a bloody mess on the ground” she turned around eyeing dragon knight again. “You did that…didn’t you” turning around to face him, stare him down. Make him answer for what he did. He tried to meet her eyes…but faltered. The look she gave him…filled with judgement…and disgust.
“I have *ahem* come to set you free my princess” “Don’t you dare call me yours” she seethed, flames welling up in those crimson eyes. “First I’m kidnapped by your kind, and now you think you can kill my bottom, say “it’s fine you can go now” and all will be forgiven? How…how Arrogant are you?” “…I am a dragon…arrogance is my kinds strongest trait” this seemed to earn a grim smile from her.
Stepping over to a pile of large embroidered cushions the succubus reclined. “I am not unreasonable. We demons are nothing if not pragmatic. Sit lizard” she continued, patting a nearby cushion. “And tell me why it is your kind kidnap us…trap us in towers…force us to be rescued by knights…and then force us to wed those knights.”
“…I am…sorry…for the way things are” she waved him off “I don’t need your pity…I want answers. Now tell me…why” “…I don’t know” “Well then you’re useless to me. Leave” “I mean I don’t know why dragons feel the way they do…we…we are a race…possessed of our desires…and have the skill…and power…to act on them.” “Skill yes…it must take a great deal of skill to kill a fellow knight” “…I am not proud of it…but I would do it again”
“Why again?” “He was…infected…a condition that forced him to serve as guardian. It is what happens to knights…who are unable to overcome the tower. They become…conscripted. Forced to guard the tower they failed…until the day they die.” Desert princess clucked her tongue “So…he was a failure.” “…I’m sorry” “Stop apologizing. You have no idea how disconcerting it is to hear a dragon grovel.” “…He was a good knight” “He was a failure. You said it yourself, so there’s no reason to dwell on him any further. Now if you would be so kind, continue with your tale as to why you do what you do”
He felt the urge to try to delve deeper. To see just why she thought of him as a failure…but underneath that gaze of hers…he just couldn’t do it. And so, he proceeded “Princesses…they represent what is best in the world. Wealth, power, lineage, beauty, In these and all other respects princesses are superior to all others…they represent the absolute best of what all races have to offer. And dragons…we wish to possess everything that is superior”
“Your selfishness is utterly astounding. At least it explains the first part…You’re just beasts possessed of a passion for well…possession. At least I can understand that. Now part deux, why the towers?” “Our homeland is the grand tower kingdom. The towers have been here long before anyone can recall. And wherever the towers rest, we make our homes. As though we are called to them.” “So then you’re failures as well. You capture princesses, put them in towers and then have other failures guard them. You’re just like him” nodding out the window to the road outside
“Except I’m not. Other dragons are…but I defeated the tower. I overcame the guardian, and I proudly carry the title of knight. Most importantly…I don’t kidnap princesses” She gave another dismissive wave “Well then what do you call what you’re doing now? What is taking me as a possession if not kidnapping” “The knights…are a response to the towers. An untenable situation that requires those of great fortitude to overcome it. The knights who are able to so demonstrate skills and qualities similar to those required of a king. It is no surprise that those who can overcome such challenges are similarly selected as husbands for the princesses.” “But…shouldn’t you already know all of this? Are you not a princess, educated by the finest tutors and wise in the ways of the world?”
”Sh-shut up!” slapping him with one of the pillows. “I’m a princess with lots of duties and things. I can’t be bothered to remember all those boring lessons they made me sit through”
At that dragon knight had to chuckle under the repeated pillow blows. “Perhaps I should revise my statement of princesses as being superior. Maybe that’s a lesson the towers can teach us. Even the greatest of us need to be humbled now and again” “S-stop making fun of me!” she began pelting him with pillows, burying him under a cascade of lace, embroidery and fine silk. “Methinks thou doth protest too *mugh*” interrupted as he was by her pillow throwing.
Emerging from the impromptu pillow bungallo he began with a chuckle…then stopped once he saw her eyes again. He felt…something…his heart sink a little as he saw the look in here eyes. So full of rage, and pain and and…moisture. She was on the brink of tears.
“I’m sa-“ he stopped himself. “You’re not a failure. And neither is he. He was…unfit for the duties thrust on him…but that does not define his entire existence.” She swallowed hard. “Spoken like a true failure.” They sat there in silence for some time…until an idea came to him. “There was…one thing your “bottom” wanted though. In his last moments…he was able to wave off the towers curse” Reaching into his satchel, dragon knight removed the sand walkers bauble, extending it to her. Gingerly she took it, moisture still welling in her eyes once again. “…thank you” clipping it into place, it seemed that she appreciated the gift.
“If it helps…I also have two penises” “…two?” “Yes” “…prove it” with a smirk Dragon Knight undid his loins, releasing the twin pair of lizard cocks particular to his species. “…Alright. I need to try this.”
Wasting little time, she grabbed hold of one of the shafts, stroking the leathery flesh, sending thrills through the knight. Clucking her tongue “Shame…I was hoping for piercings.” A deep throaty growl echoed from within dragon knight, causing her to chuckle. “Well at least I can’t complain about the size” gripping the other shaft and pumping it as well. Alternating her stroking, milking the shafts she would begin to suckle and nuzzle at the tips with practiced precision. It seemed years of enjoying a harem of eager lovers had left her with plenty of skills for handling two dicks at once.
Dragon knight began to weave his fingers into the princesses hair, grasping her horns and playing with the encrusted gems and filigree adorning them. Goodness that was some good jewelry.
“Hey!” Squeezing his shafts a bit too tightly. “If you’re not going to pay attention, then you’ll just need to be put to work.” Raising onto her hands, she easily inverted herself, “Standing” upside down. He felt his heart flutter a bit at her fluid strength. Falling towards him, she would easily turn herself around mid fall, allowing her netters to bulldoze into his maw, sending him sprawling back, while at the same time allowing her unfettered access to his genitals. This was a position called a “sixty nine” if he recalled it correctly. And now it seemed he was meant to use his tongue to pleasure her. A smirk over came him. This was going to be fun.
She sat almost bolt-upright as his tongue began its ponderings, easily lapping up at her folds, caressing her labia and easily twisting around and through the petals all at once. “Ah-ah! Sh-shame i-its not pierced” she remarked once again attempting to be wry. Now you’re just trying to make me angry he thought. He would proceed to “enter” her, allowing his long prehensile tongue to corkscrew within her, writhing and undulating in time with her own movements, which seemed to be getting more and more uneven and shaky by the minute. Her hands trembling as her hips began bucking involuntarily. “S-staaaaAAAaaa.” he chuckled deeply. Feeling her so uncomposed and spamming around his tongue, it honestly felt amazing. The knowledge that he was skilled enough to please her well…it felt like a rather great compliment. “*huff huff* ok. You’ve proOoved your point” Raising herself from off his tongue, still eagerly wriggling as it was extricated from her nethers.
Gripping the two cocks together, she positioned them against her entrance. “…Are you sure that’s wise” he began. She would sniff at his comment. “I’ve had MUCH worse inside me.” “…Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better” hitting him with a pillow once more, she’d reposition it and slowly lower herself upon the two hemipensies, allowing them to stretch and slide within her. Her hips gyrated in time as he began thrusting. Deciding to take the lead, Dragon knight leaned forward, dropping them into a missionary position. Arms splayed holding himself up, his tongue would extend and begin meandering across her neck, even dipping down to play with her breasts. Tugging gently on the jeweled piercings…they certainly did taste…delicious…but he had more important matters to attend to as he roared his hips in and out, in and out, seeking to enter and leave her at a different angle each time. “C-come one. Harder. Or I might just get bored and leave myself you *ah* filthy dragon” “You asked for it.” Thrusting into her with mad abandon, he decided to stand up, grasping her ankles and begin jackhammering into her.
Her eyes began to bulge just ever so slightly and her face seemed to contort…it was almost comedic…and truly incredibly cute. “I’m almost-“ “Do it! Do it inside!” Without another word he felt his trigger go off and his draconic semen flood out. He truly hadn’t realized just how utterly aroused he’d become from their actions, as though all the fluids in his body were now emptying. The tense feeling in his testicles receding as a half gallon of semen was emptied into the princess.
His knees weak, Dragon knight collapsed into the pile of pillows with her, still inside, her stomach slightly distended from the mounds of semen so poured inside. Still panting from the exertion of their love making she met Dragon knights eyes. “Alright…fair enough. You’re my knew bottom…for now. Don’t make me regret it” He had to smile at that. It was honestly the highest praise she could probably muster. He leaned in and they shared a passionate kiss, his members going soft and beginning to retreat, allowing the distending semen escape from her nethers to dribble across the stone tiled floor. “…So…how do you feel about…sharing me” he asked a bit hesitantly “Question is, how do YOU feel about sharing ME” she retorted wryly. “…Question answered.”
Edited by Alberio, Jun 17 2015, 10:12 PM.
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