FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

It was beautiful; there were simply no other words to describe the sight of the deep blue skies and the far off lands from the doorstep of the inconveniently placed mountainside castle. The sun was bright and the air was warm, that was all Erant, ex-knight and dragonslayer, needed to report to his master, Novall. Erant turned from the view of far-off castles and kingdoms only to stop before even placing a gauntlet on the castle's giant twin-doors.

The sun was bright, that much was true. The air wasn't just warm though, it was no warmer than the day before it. Should Novall ask, he would at least be able to answer that much. With that, Erant adjusted his prized lord dragon-slaying sword, Eldrandol, his chest plate, then the rest of his gleaming black and silver armor before making his way back into the castle.

Erant took in the scents of a freshly cooked meal as he made his way through the castle, cleaning up every spec of untidiness as he made his way to the dining room to meet Novall, who sat across from her son who stood about six and a half feet tall and her daughter who stood about six feet tall.

"So? How's the weather?" Novall jabbed a thick piece of meat with her petit fork as she spoke, then she swirled it around in a dark brown sauce on her delicately crafted plate before lifting it up to eat.

Erant waited until Novall had eaten the morsel from her meal to speak. "The weather is perfect, my queen. The skies are clear, the day is filled with light, it's warm, my queen."

"Sounds like flying weather." Novall finished up her meal before crossing her fork and spoon. Afterward, she spread her giant wings and leaned back in her chair with a quiet, content sigh. "Flavorful as always, Erant."

"It is, and thank you, my queen." Erant responded as he knelt down to Novall, taking in the beauty of his sapphire-scaled master as he used to for his old human king and queen. After a moment, Erant rose up and took a napkin from the table beside Novall, cleaning her already clean mouth before pocketing the napkin.

His memories of his days of fighting wars for rich kings and slaying dragons for money were almost stale and forgotten. The only day he seemed to give a thought to was the day he turned eighteen and ventured out to slay yet another dragon queen for his king's quest to rid the world of dragons. Being one of the few knights to have ever slain an immensely powerful dragon, known as a lord, he was often sent out on slaying missions alone, and he was always victorious, but his fight against Novall was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

Most dragons he had slain fought in giant transformations called colossal forms, making them big enough to crush houses with a single hand, but Novall was different. She fought Erant in a humanesque form that all dragons possess with her bare claws, still towering at least four feet and a few inches over him, standing at around ten feet tall. It wasn't any longer than five minutes into the fight that Erant found himself down on his knees and defeated, his sword and legendary shield made useless by an opponent that was too fast to hit, and too smart to use elemental attacks that could possibly be deflected or negated.

Every waking moment that Erant lived, he was reminded that Novall could have killed him, but after a series of tests, she decided that he would be better to keep around as a servant. She demanded that he return to his kingdom for a few supplies for her home alongside resigning from his position as a knight and dragonslayer, in return, she would spare his life. Having no personal issues with dragons, Erant gracefully conceded and obeyed the dragon's orders, living every day since then for his new master as though it could be his last.

Suddenly, Novall scooted her chair back out from under the table, breaking Erant from his trance before standing up. "I'll be taking flight today for more food and other provisions. Erant, you'll have the castle cleaned and dinner started by the time I get back."

"Understood."

"Also, if any knights come to slay me while I'm out, you may sit them down until I return or you may slay them yourself, the result is the same."

"Understood."

With that, Novall turned away and started off from the table, but before she could make it even a few steps away, a well-developed, outspoken, feminine voice called for her.

"Mother!" Nova, the queen's daughter, called from the table, standing up over the remainder of her rather large lunch with a half-glare.

"Yes?" Novall turned back around, "what is it?"

The beautiful, ruby-scaled successor to Novall's name gracefully ambled her way in front of her mother and Erant wearing a twisted, silly smile.

"Sooo..." She started, giving the usual obvious clue that she didn't just want something, but she wanted something that Novall would obviously deny her. "I came of age two full moons ago; I want to find a mate!"

Novall's normal expression dulled, her eyes became vicious daggers and she bared her sharp teeth with a closed mouth. "No."

"But I-"

"No. You're much too young for a mate. You've still much to learn, understand?" Novall leaned to one side, awaiting her daughter's predictable, childish response.

"You can't tell me that I'm too young anymore! I can fly out and find my own mate if you won't allow it!"

Novall rolled her emerald eyes, "Erant, you're not to allow Nova out of this castle."

"Yes ma'am."

"He can't stop me! I can fly, stop treating me like a human!" Nova hissed, stomping the spotless, tiled floor with her tail as her brother and Erant watched quietly, awaiting the obvious outcome.

"If you leave this castle, there's no place you can go that I won't find you.

"Then I'll bring a mate to me!"

Novall turned to Erant with a bored stare, "Erant, if any dragon comes by that you may suspect may be trying to mate in my castle, you're to slay them."

"Yes ma'am."

"Mother!" Nova roared out, but Novall only continued.

"If her brother attempts to mate with her, you're to slay him too."

"Yes ma'am."

"Mom!!" Nova snarled as her brother, Emmers, spat soup all over the table from mere shock at being mentioned.

"I mean it, Erant. I don't care who it is, if a dragon attempts to mate with my daughter, I want their head. If you do happen to slay Emmers, I'll have to avenge him by ending your life in a very slow and painful manner. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

Nova huffed and blew smoke through her nose before stomping away, flapping her wings all the way up the stairs. Even though the floors were solid stone, she could be heard stomping until the very moment she slammed her door, leaving the once peaceful scene without a word.

With Nova gone, Novall turned back to Erant, "you'll see me off."

Erant only bowed before following his master through the castle's halls until they were both standing outside, the day just as it was when he had first checked. Novall looked to her left, then her right for other dragons, afterward, she started to climb down the mountain tall, hanging onto the ledge before transforming, growing to the size of Erant's ex-master's castle. As a colossal dragon, Novall easily dwarfed castles and even stood as tall as some mountains, but hanging from the ledge, her feet couldn't touch the ground from where her castle stood, making the mountain side the perfect place for protection against other dragons and human invaders as well.

"Elegant as always, my grace," Erant bowed as Novall spread her giant wings and looked down to him.

A nod later and Novall was gone, jumping off of the mountainside to sail through the skies like a perfect arrow. There was no telling how long Novall would be gone, so without anything more than a smile to himself, Erant made his way back into the castle, taking a place next to Emmers.

"May I be of service, young prince?" Erant bowed his head with Novall's napkin in his pocket. Even if he wasn't needed, the table would need another cleaning and shine as it did after every meal, the dishes would have to be washed, the kitchen undoubtedly needed to be cleaned as well.

"Hm." Emmers balanced his spoon on a single claw before answering, "not at all, thank you."

Erant nodded before wiping off the giant table with his pocketed cloth, afterward, he looked to Nova's bowl and plate. She ate most of her food, but she definitely wouldn't be returning to the dining room, not after her recent fit.

"Young master," Erant took Nova's bowl and plate in hand and bowed to Emmers, "I'll be taking these to your sister. I'll return in only a moment."

Emmers raised a palm up to Erant, signaling him away with greater manners than even Erant's old human masters. Perhaps he was only a servant, but there were no greater pleasures to Erant than serving masters as graceful as Novall and her offspring, even if he was technically a traitor to his old kingdom for thinking so.

Once more, Erant bowed before making his toward Nova's room, cleaning up everything in his path as he quickly marched through the castle, Nova's meal would be cold soon. A staircase and two hallways later, Erant found himself at Nova's closed door, where he knocked exactly three times before taking a step backward.

Nova responded to the knocking as she usually would after not getting her way. She opened the door and roared loud at Erant, posing her claws to strike, but Erant had become so familiar with her, that he didn't turn away or flinch in the slightest, only looking up to her with his usual duty-sworn smile.

"May I come in?"

Nova growled before stomping back into her room and plopping down onto her bed with a loud groan.

"Your mother only means the best, I can assure you." Erant took a few steps forward before placing the dishes beside Nova on a nightstand in the plain sunlight.

Nova responded with only a huff and a short spurt of fire through her nose.

"I promise, when you're older, you'll thank her."

With that, Erant turned away and started back off toward the dining room, but before he could even leave the moody dragoness's presence, she called for him in a way that could only freeze up his entire body.

"W-wait! I want you to mate with me!"

Erant spun around and made direct eye-contact with Nova. "No." Afterward, Erant turned back to the door and took a single step before Nova called for him again, freezing him in place once more.

"You weren't just known as a dragonslayer, were you!?"

Erant stopped again and rebalanced himself, spinning back once more with his feet firmly planted in the ground, confident that he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

"No, princess."

"Novall told me that your kind also called you the widow-maker! I demand you tell me why!"

Sworn to his duties, Erant made himself comfortable standing in front of Nova, as long as she's have requests or demands, he would fulfill them without complaint. Luckily, he always kept a last resort, approved by Novall, in the sheath at his side.

"By the age of fifteen, I was experienced in the act of sex, and by the age of seventeen, I had become known for sleeping with the wives of other knights, then killing their husbands should they seek revenge. If it doesn't offend you, my grace, I'd like to know why you asked."

Nova looked to Erant with widened eyes, somewhat surprised that he was so honest, then again, he was her servant...

"If you're as good as you say, you can teach me how to mate well, mother will have to let me go out and find a mate after that, right?"

Erant looked to Nova with narrowed, discontent eyes. He expected much better, but he knew the princess had a one-track mind, and the only one able to change her mind was her mother.

"I will not sleep with you, princess." Erant hissed, causing the determination in Nova's eyes to fade away for only a moment before showing itself with undying flames as Nova sat up, then stood up.

"Mother said not to sleep with a dragon! She said nothing about a knight! Now remove your armor and teach me to mate, your princess demands it!"

Easing up on his body, but not standing down, Erant looked up to Nova with the most resolute fire he could light within himself.

"I will not deflower you, not just for Novall, but for your sake as well." Erant growled respectfully, making it perfectly clear to Nova that he disregarded her and her brother's bout with curiosity as well as the couple times he caught her in the midst of her pleasuring herself.

Nova growled. She understood his reason for not wanting to mate with her, but her goal of finding a mate was important, much more important than Erant's loyalty to her mother's word. Besides, he was a mere servant, "no" wasn't a proper part of his vocabulary.

"You will mate with me, and you'll mate until I say to stop! Understand!?" Nova snarled in her most serious tone yet, leaving Erant with only one option if he planned to deter Nova from getting her way as usual.

"In the name of my master, I will do whatever I must to fulfill her wishes!" Erant spoke in the same voice he used before killing knights who had attempted to slay Novall or her offspring. As he did, he gripped his sword's handle tight, causing Nova to take a large step back in fear. While she was the offspring of one of the greatest dragons to have ever lived, she knew nothing beyond a pampered life with a knight who waited down on her and her family hand and foot, fighting was the last thing she knew how to do.

As Erant hoped, Nova took a step backward, fearing a battle with the fierce knight, but she didn't retract her words, leaving the two locked in a silent, intense standstill.

It only took a few minutes, but Nova eventually realized that the last thing on Erant's mind was attacking her. The crimson of passion in his eyes, his battle-ready stance, the grip on his prized dragonslayer, everything was an act.

"Heh," Nova smirked as she took a step forward and lassoed Erant's sword wrist with her tail. "You won't attack me! Now, I demand you remove your armor and mate with me until I'm as good as you are at it."

Defeated without the swing of a sword or the swipe of Nova's claws, Erant unwrapped Nova's tail from his wrist and he slowly started to pull off his armor, letting the large, gleaming chunks of studded metal fall off of his arms, body, and legs until he could be seen wearing normal civilian's clothing.

Nova's eyes lit up and she nearly roared out of joy. She didn't know what to expect, but the thought of getting to leave the castle sometime soon to find a mate had her excited. Meanwhile, Erant couldn't help but remember joking with his old friends about "fucking dragons" or being "fucked" when he was in a bad position. It was just his luck that today, he'd be the one doing the fucking at least until Novall would return to tear his head off for taking her daughter's nonexistent virginity.

"Alright, princess," Erant held out his hand to Nova and she took it, allowing him to pull her toward her bed as she looked to his boxers with a puzzled expression.

"H-hey, what are you doing? Aren't you going to take those off?"

"Patience," Erant sat Nova down on her bed and spread her legs before moving between them, keeping their bodies only inches apart. "There's a time for everything, my princess."

"Well we ca-" Nova found herself cut short by her own squeal and a sudden shock to her senses, caused by Erant sliding a hand up her body, from her clit, past her breasts, to her neck.

Nova looked to Erant with wide eyes as he used his other hand to slowly grope every inch of her upper body, sending strange surges through her body that she had never experienced before, almost leaving her breathless both physically and mentally.

As Erant continued to please Nova's shapely, polished body, he snaked a hand up to the side of her head as he ordered his own thoughts. He had never mated with a dragon before and he wasn't sure if he would be able to outlast her, since he hadn't had sex in quite some time. At the same time, she was still somewhat a virgin, controlling herself would be the last thing on her mind.

"Ah! Era-"

Erant grabbed Nova's snout, stifling her words before forcing a kiss on her scaly lips, pressing their bodies together as he tackled her to her bed, letting his thick, stiff member rest against her underbelly.

Nova's body squirmed erratically under the armorless knight and her claws sank into her bed, tearing her sheets. She started to flap her wings and her tail wrapped tight around Erant's leg as she moaned into Erant's mouth, her scales starting to heat up and her sizable breasts starting to lactate.

Without the use of his sword or armors, he easily overpowered the young dragoness, sliding his member against her stomach as he kissed her deeply, lightly tweaking one of her hard nipples all to the young dragon's loudening moans into his mouth and whimpers from pleasures she's never known before.

Suddenly, Nova's eyes started to glow and her tongue grew hot. Just in time, Erant moved his hand from her snout and moved her head to her chest as she came, squirting hot fluids all over him and breathing an immensely powerful stream of fire at the ceiling, leaving a giant black spot. Erant held back a groan as he looked up to the ceiling from Nova's breasts. If he wasn't dead by the end of the night, he'd have to clean that.

"E-Erant..." Nova panted as she slowly sat up, reaching down to touch her slit with a slight moan, jerking back from her own touch. "W-what now?"

Erant didn't respond as he gave her hot scales long, slow licks all the way down her body until he was down on his knees in front of her wet flower, leaving nothing to his own imagination.

As Nova continued to pant as though she had just been on the losing end of a fight, Erant blew cold air at her snatch, causing her to shiver all over, spurting a quick hot stream of crystal goo onto Erant's chest. He had slept with some sensitive women in the past, but even for a first-timer, Nova was on a different plane entirely.

"Does it feel good, princess?" Erant spoke quietly, entranced by the sweet-smelling, soft-bodied rose before him. He paused, giving the young dragoness a moment to squirm as he placed his thumbs on each side of her soft crease.

The sound of a sudden creaking turned Erant and Nova to face the giant room's only entrance. Novall!? It was the only thing Erant could think as a shock of fear raced through the entirety of his being.

"Enjoying your duties a bit too much, aren't you, Erant?"

Emmers stood in the doorway looking directly to Erant with his mother's cold, emerald eyes and his own signature dark green scales and sinister smirk. He leaned against the doorframe with his sly expression painted across his face, but even knowing him for so long, Erant couldn't begin to imagine what was going through the dragon prince's head.

Nova huffed and looked down to Erant, "get out of here Emmers! Can't you see we're busy!?"

Emmers closed his eyes and raised his hands in silent submission before turning away. "Right. Erant, whenever you're done here, I'd like to talk to you."

Without a word more, Emmers left, closing the door behind him, leaving Erant and Nova alone once more. Erant found himself in a trance once more, what could Emmers want him for? A punishment for mating with his sister perhaps? Bribery? The possibilities seemed endle-

"H-hey! What are you staring at? W-we're not done, are we?" Nova breathed a steady stream of smoke from her nose onto Erant, releasing him from his trance. Not even a moment later, Nova moaned out as Erant used his thumbs to split her open, exposing her pink.

It was lighter colored than her scales, but much less vibrant in color, but...

Erant snaked his tongue inside her, causing Nova to lean forward and grab onto his head with a somewhat tight grip. Her scent was unique, it was something Erant had never smelled before, and every time he gave her open slit a lap, it only tickled his tongue with her shocking, and sweet taste, making his mouth water increasingly with each passing moment.

He almost didn't want to admit it, but he was thoroughly enjoying his current orders, caught between fulfilling his duties and betraying his master within his own mind. His own mind and body were burning up, torn between bitterness and a sweet taste he hadn't met since becoming Novall's servant. It almost seemed impossible, but his own thoughts were louder than Nova's desperate, uncontrollable screams, more powerful than her tight, demanding grip on his head.

Thoughts of being killed upon Novall's return only seemed to make her daughter sweeter. Only moments later there was no place he would rather be than buried deep in her slot as she screamed his name in ecstasy, tearing into her bed with her claws.

"A-ah!" Nova screamed out, breathing fire wildly just behind Erant as she made her first discernible cry, squirting with the same intensity as before, covering Erant's face in her steamy, glistening goo, leaving her to pant hard and gasp for breath, holding onto her knees tight for support.

She had been worn down, perhaps a bit too much, but at the very least, he could give her a taste of what to expect from the might of another dragon. Erant slowly rose up, standing before Nova without his boxers, revealing the length and girth of a man once able to steal many wives away from their husbands. Having seen her unsheathed brother, she looked less than impressed, but at the moment, she couldn't deny being willing to try anything.

"It's time." Erant declared as he leaned Nova back and took hold of her legs, lifting them up to taunt her insides, boasting the well-defined, hidden muscles in his arms.

Nova could only manage to moan and cry out lustfully as her body quaked more than enough to turn any words into indiscernible screams of pleasure.

Suddenly, Erant thrust hard, and deep inside Nova, silencing her until he jerked himself out of the dragon's body before spearing her once more. Time and time again, Erant pierced the young dragon's body, filling the room with not only his own grunts, but loud slapping sounds and Nova's screams.

She wouldn't be able to take much more, but he had only begun, thrusting forward with his feet planted firmly in the ground, bracing himself as though he were actually fighting. His bare hands clenched her legs, slippery with his own sweat as she wrapped her tail tight around his waist and crossed her ankles behind his back, ensuring his position. It had only been a few minutes and his body was hardly phased at all by so much movement while Nova was on her last legs, desperately calling out the name of her servant.

Just like before, Nova released herself with an extreme breath of fire to the ceiling, but Erant didn't allow her a moment of rest as he did. He quickly overpowered her legs and released himself from her grip, afterward, he grabbed Nova's waist tight and flipped her over. In only a single moment he effectively left her confused, panting, and bent over her bedside as he looked down at her body with a slight smirk as he licked his lips, his hand pressed hard on her back between her wings, keeping her in place.

"W-wait!" Nova moaned out, freezing Erant in place as she panted hard, her tail lifeless, her entire body still trembling, but too weak to move. "Th-that's enough f-for today...j-just go see what my brother wants..."

Nova let her body hang over her bed, leaving Erant to lay her onto her bed. It almost seemed impossible at the beginning, but Erant had given her much more than she could expect. He was only a human, but she was more impressed with him than she had been with anything or anyone in a long while.

"R-right..." Erant forced himself to bow as his member throbbed hard. He certainly hadn't finished and for the first time, he had trouble keeping himself still, but those were the least of his worries; he still had to meet with Emmers. Wearing the smirk that he did, Erant could only guess that whatever Emmers had in mind wasn't going to be good for him.

With his member still rock-hard and his body somewhat twisted with dissatisfaction, he returned his clothing and armor to his body. Should he live through whatever Emmers had planned for him, he'd find the time to relieve himself...hopefully...