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A Not So Typical Evening Written By Klesk Vadrigaar

Around the palace things were wrapping up in their traditional way. Servants were turning the bedchambers down for later use, cooks were readying the evening meal, and the dusk guards were relieving the day guards. Dull standard it was all around, yet everywhere no-one could deny there was a faint wisp of something new on the air. A difference was occurring within the palatial walls, a faint one to be sure, but noticeable nonetheless. Many cared not for what it was, but most were assured it had to do with the sparking smith's shop, a structure that had been recently added to the outer courtyard in order to better accommodate the newest addition to the royal residence.

Scrutinizing the glowing blade on his anvil, Cyd gestured for his assistant to turn it over again, giving the work another series of strong hammer strikes to make the beveled edges perfect. The dragon grimaced as the sword was flipped again for his perusal, flames spurting from his nose as he debated on whether to finally give it a pass, or whether to hammer it some more to ensure it was up to his expectations. Glancing over to his assistant he queried what the young human male thought of the weapon, being met with a fatigued mop of the brow as the boy struggled to keep the hot metal steady.

"That'll do for today. Quench it." He stated.

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." The exhausted assistant replied, taking the blade off the anvil and slowly sliding it into a nearby trough of water. Steeling his hands around his tools, Cyd watched carefully for fear the tired lad might drop his work, but with remarkable resilience the human steadily cooled the sword till it glowed no more, then set it next to the others for sharpening. "Another good day's work?"

"Exceptionally good. I'd gladly continue, however you look like you're about ready to faint." Cyd mused. Hastily the boy grabbed a nearby rag and dried his face, doing his best to keep his composure before the dragon.

"I merely need a break, Master Craftsman. The hours spent in the heat have taken their toll." He assured, swallowing as the 10 foot beast loomed over him and sighed.

"You need more than that. Up with me at dawn, working in conditions far hotter than any human smith could stand, I have cause to believe you're as crazy as your royal family." The dragon said, cocking an eye ridge as his assistant perked up.

'Thank you sir! I do strive to maintain the standard they have set!"

Forcing his eye ridge as high as it would go, Cyd stared in disbelief at the beaming boy before sighing and shaking his head.

"Well you certainly have managed that." He turned to view the many finished weapons and suits of shiny new armor that lined the shop's walls. "Your soldiers could not wish for better armaments than we've made." The dragon took off his apron and gloves, hanging both up on a peg as the boy did likewise. He briefly thought about covering himself with the decorated loincloth hanging on the next peg over, but then stopped. The palace residents on the whole seemed perfectly fine with him walking around naked, and if he did err on the side of modesty then Aurelia would just find another imaginative way to steal his clothes.

"Go on now, get yourself a decent meal and some rest. We'll reconvene on the morrow." He said, smiling as the lad bowed respectfully to him and departed. Smirking wider, Cyd stepped out and took a moment to stretch, relishing the feel of the late day heat bathing his scales and his muscles while he had the freedom to stand up straight. Living in a location designed primarily for human residents presented many problems for a being of his size, but to their credit, the people here had made every last effort to see that he was comfortable, no doubt thanks to the insistence of the princess.

"Captain, where is Aurelia at this hour?" He asked to one of the passing guards.

"Her Highness is taking her evening rest in her private garden, Master Craftsman. Shall I have her summoned for you?"

Cyd shook his head and bade the guard farewell. Another thing that had taken some getting used to, was the humans' observance of never working past dark. While dragons had no compunction about keeping at a particular project till it was done, he'd drawn concern for his well being by spending night after night working the Drunen Forge. Rather than argue that he was capable of going for weeks without sleep, the dragon had agreed to try breaking at dusk and found it a surprisingly enjoyable endeavor. He was able to appreciate the resting of the day, attend dinners with the royal family and actually become acquainted with their strange ways, and most importantly, he could spend time with the one who had rescued him from his captors.

Trekking the distance to the palace's lush garden, the dragon murred as he brushed through the foliage to where the princess lay sunning herself by the pool. Clad in her likewise choice of usual attire (that is to say nothing at all) Aurelia held a look of perfect contentment, her burnt gold hair cascading down both sides of the lawn chair, her bronzed skin varnished in a thin layer of sweat, her beautiful face set in an expression of quiet satisfaction and her limbs draped limply over the sides as if she didn't have a care in the world. Seeing her like this almost made the dragon forgive her rather incomprehensible mannerisms the rest of the time, as he crept up and kissed her on her red lips.

"Mmmm, nice to see someone's getting off work at a sensible hour again." She said, lifting her sunglasses to gaze lovingly at the drake.

"Well on an evening as beautiful as this, I knew I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't." He said, bringing a giggle from Aurelia as she pulled him down and nuzzled against his tapered snout. Cyd murfled as the move also brought his maw down to be buried in the princess' enormous breasts.

"I trust the workshop arrangements are to your liking?" She asked. Cyd politely extracted himself from her cleavage and looked at his scarred hands, clenching them and feeling the rough texture of a good solid day of labor.

"Spacious enough for the Drunen Forge and still good for keeping the temperature to my preferred level. To be honest though, I'm glad to just be back at my trade again. It's been too long since I had cause to regularly create for anyone." He mused. Aurelia's smile brightened.

"And the William's boy?" She asked.

"A determined soul, foolishly so I fear, but his enthusiasm is welcome. He certainly does his best to help me out." Cyd replied. A hand found its way to his cheek, slowly caressing the hot, pebbled scales before heading south to trace over his thick neck, then the broad paving slabs of his pecs.

"So, with that in mind, are your doubts about helping the crown now quelled?" Aurelia asked, cocking her head when the dragon averted his gaze. She fondled the steely texture of his muscled chest, enjoying the deep murrs as Cyd tried to not lose his train of thought. "Be honest now."

"Your father's decisions for running his kingdom still baffle me, your mother's insistence on practicing magical arts to help one maintain a healthy diet leaves me scratching my head most of the time, and you are still as odd a girl as when you rescued me." The dragon sighed in defeat. "However, I admit the efforts you've made to make me part of the household, not to mention the time we've enjoyed together has instilled a gut feeling that I'm doing the right thing."

Aurelia giggled like the bubbly lass she was and pulled her drake in for another kiss. "Well then, I'm glad to say I've got a little surprise for you tonight that will further put your mind at ease."

The dragon's head fans arched in intrigue. "And what might that be?"

Aurelia's smile turned sly, a finger delicately pressing itself to the dragon's lips. "Ah ah ah, that'd be telling. I want to work on my tan a little longer first so you'll have to just wait and fantasize."

The drake's head fans promptly wilted, his eyes swiveling to the dusk sky. "Um, Aurelia it's past eventide, the sun has almost set!"

The princess nodded. "But it has not set yet There's still a few more rays left to soak up." She winked at the now bewildered drake and lowered her sunglasses. "Trust me, all will be revealed at suppertime."

Cyd stared blankly at the happily reclining human, her tits jiggling softly with contained giggles as she remained mute and uncooperative.

"Fine I'm going to go for a walk till the toll of supper comes. See you then." He turned to leave, glancing back over his shoulder at the princess happily bathing in the pale, almost non-existent sunlight. "Truly madness bred from madness."

The princess merely shrugged as the drake headed for the forest that encroached upon the palace grounds. Madness indeed seemed to be the flavor of the day around the palace. It was the reason those who'd kidnapped him had deemed the monarchy be overthrown, it was what kept those in the towns and cities across the kingdom gossiping, and it was largely believed to be the whole reason why the kingdom was in the relatively decent shape that it was.

For Cyd personally, however, it stretched even deeper. Aurelia was indeed one he seemed permanently unable to fathom, but somehow that was why they enjoyed such a serious relationship. She'd made her feelings clear from the get go (much to his puzzlement), and it had just snowballed from there.

The dragon sighed as he entered a clearing and gazed at the fires that heralded the fall of night. For the first few days he'd been there he'd tried keeping his distance by setting up home for himself inside the smith's shop. Aurelia, however, had been quick to show such would not dissuade her as the dragon still woke each morning to find her curled up next to him. Eventually he'd conceded to her desires and moved into the chambers at the palace, whereupon she'd upped the ante by moving all her belongings into his room. Others might find such behavior disturbingly clingy, but had found himself oddly moved by the show of such affection, enough to finally let her indulge her feelings for him properly which in turn had given him the biggest surprise yet. He wasn't really sure what he'd been expecting cross-species sex to be like, but he certainly hadn't been expecting it to be as good as it turned out to be.

Cyd leaned against a tree trunk, hugging himself with his bulging arms. He'd always fancied himself as an emotionally stable, mentally sound kind of guy, but if Aurelia was what everyone deemed as a fitting definition of crazy, well then so help him he was falling for the call of crazy.

He also quickly found himself falling for the call of gravity too as there came an odd whistling noise from between the trees, then a sharp bite at his neck and the sudden feeling that his legs could no longer support him. Tumbling helplessly to the ground, the dragon watched in dumb shock as several dark figures swam around his vision, then there came the familiar sensation of a boot being slammed into his face and the whole world went black.

---

Back in the palace gardens, a new presence was watching the princess, checking that she was still oblivious to her surroundings as it crept closer. The others no doubt had their hands full taking down the dragon, but that didn't mean it was lucky to have been given a different task. One wrong foot, too much pressure on a stray twig, a jostle of the leaves, and it would be chasing a scared and no doubt screaming girl trying to take her out before she could alert the guards. Every single member in this operation had to play his or her part perfectly and so it took extra care to remain silent. Around ten feet remained between it and its target, slightly too far for its plan of attack to be effective.

It closed to eight, Aurelia remained contentedly reclining in her chair.

Six feet now. It could hear her gentle breaths on the air.

Five feet, almost within range.

Four feet, it drew out a blow gun.

Three feet, and suddenly the princess turned over. It promptly froze in place, momentarily fearing it had somehow given itself away.

But Aurelia merely propped herself up on her arm and checked herself out. It let itself exhale in relief, permitting itself a momentary leer at her naked body as she reached under her recliner and drew out what appeared to be a bottle of suntan lotion. Truly a ridiculous thing to have seeing as darkness was well on its way across the sky but Aurelia still squeezed a fair amount into her hands and bent down to store the bottle away. Her observer briefly entertained the possibility that it was doing the kingdom a favor by eliminating such an unhinged mind as it broke its gaze to load up its blowgun. A dart was neatly slipped in and it silently took a deep breath in preparation to fire. It looked up to aim and take down its first target of the night.

Unfortunately what it saw was a hurtling arrow that took it down instead. Crashing against the firm stalks of a rose bush the being stared in stark horror at the fine ebony shaft sticking out of its gut, its hands dropping the blowgun to try and remove the offending article before being stopped by the sight of a second arrow aimed at its face.

"Really? Does a girl have no hope these days of being able to enjoy a moment of peace without someone trying to assassinate her?" Aurelia chided as she grabbed the being's tunic and hauled it out of the foliage. "I will grant you did a good job of matching my skills for sneaking into heavily fortified places, but you apparently didn't bother to research past that. Otherwise you'd know that no one sticks it to me..." She ripped the assassin's hood and mask off, to reveal a dark haired girl wearing the traditional headdress of a priestess. "Erm...sister?"

The girl attempted to grab something out of her sash, but with a strong shove Aurelia had her on the ground and staring down the length of her crossbow.

"This behavior is most unbecoming of a lady of the church..." The princess commented in puzzlement. Keeping her bow trained on the priestess' heart, she knelt and grabbed her tunic again, pulling her up so the two woman were staring into each other's eyes. Seeing a disturbingly manic fury dancing in her would-be killer's orbs, Aurelia glanced down at the fabric in her hand, detecting a second layer underneath. Forcing the dark haired woman to lie down, she pulled the tunic open to reveal a red vest marked with the sigil of an eye weeping tears of blood. Now even more puzzled, she shot the priestess a silent demand to explain herself...and when she refused the princess simply loosed another arrow and pinned one of her arms to the ground.

"Okay, so now we know you do actually have a tongue. Sure you don't want to fill me in?" The princess asked to the screaming priestess as she drew out another arrow from under the lawn chair. The dark haired girl silently glared at her target, and so received a third arrow that pinned her other arm to the ground. "I could keep this up for a while yet. Best thing about recliners really, they're so low to the ground you can easily hide a weapon to defend yourself under them and still reach it without having to get up." The princess reloaded and aimed again for the other woman's heart. "Come on now, is Lucien still mad I crushed his little uprising?"

That seemed to get the woman going. Struggling against the three arrows keeping her against the dirt she coughed and found her voice.

"We...do not serve that swine! We spit upon his maggot infested corpse!" She seethed. Aurelia cocked an eyebrow as the priestess forced her chest out, proudly displaying the symbol on her inner vest. "Tonight the Eyes of Sarastra shall do what Lucien could not! We shall destroy your pitiful royal army and instill a new regime of glorious chaos under the rule of our patron god!!"

The princess turned as there came the distant yells of alarm. From every side she heard the clash of swords, the calls to arms, and the screams of ambush.

It was almost enough to give the priestess an opportunity to grab her crossbow, but a quick flex of her trigger finger soon put the black haired woman back on the ground again, crying anew at the arrow now piercing her leg.

"Well it sounds like you've made quite a good start to proceedings. Quite why you felt it necessary to take me down separately is a different matter entirely. Unless...." Aurelia's breath froze, the pained wails of her opponent fading as she realized a greater danger had just presented itself.

"Oh no, Mom and Dad!" She grabbed the quiver from under her lawn chair and stepped over the priestess as she struggled to relieve herself of the projectiles skewering her body. "Yeah...um, I'd advise against that. There's a likely risk you're going to either sever an artery or get dirt in the wounds and earn yourself a nasty case of blood poisoning. Just stay there and I'll see about sending someone out to help you once this is over."

The princess ran off to the palace, her heart thudding in tune with her pounding footsteps as she beheld the scene of a courtyard that had only moments ago been settling down for a nice quiet night, and now was in the middle of being ravaged by battle. The royal guards were putting up a fair defense, and probably would've been able to handle the problem had their adversaries been normal foes, rather than what appeared to be severely rotted carcasses. Ducking behind a cart, Aurelia readied her crossbow as two combatants slowly shuffled in her direction. Taking a deep breath, the princess peeked out from her cover, then immediately jerked back as a severed arm came sailing at her. A brief pause followed, then the sounds of combat resumed.

Daring to peek again, Aurelia watched as a royal soldier valiantly struggled against the blows and kicks of his undead adversary, side stepping a lunge and managing to get his sword through the zombie's other arm. The cadaver paused again as it looked over the two stumps on either side of its torso, allowing the guard enough time draw back for a finishing stab. Except it then merely groaned as if accepting the loss of its limbs and headbutted the poor soldier, sending him reeling and clutching his face.

Aurelia quickly stood and took aim, shooting the zombie in first one kneecap, then the other. As the soldier regained his senses she sent a final arrow through the cadavers' head, then graciously stepped back so the guard could lop its whole noggin off just for good measure.

"My express gratitude to you, Your Highness. I trust you're okay?"

Aurelia checked herself over and nodded in satisfaction. "Fine as ever, what in heaven's name is going on?"

The soldier meekly shrugged as he beheld the battle. "We were seeing the last of the daily merchants out the main gate, then before we could close it, these creatures suddenly came pouring out from the woods. The archers did their best to halt their advance but...well as you can see, they're proving more resilient than we expected."

The zombie gurgled between them, bringing both to stare dumbfounded as it again attempted to get up on its shattered legs to continue the fight. Uttering a cry of aggravation, the guard raised his sword and drove it straight down through the rotted husk's body, neatly splitting it apart. "Our good fortune that Master Cyd's new armaments are proving to be likewise as lethal."

Aurelia swallowed as she looked to the palace's main doors, seeing the sentry there had their backs to the wall and were only managing to keep the horde at bay through sheer determination and teamwork. "Do you think you can hold this area for now?"

Whirling around to separate another zombie at the waist, the guard caught his breath and nodded. "The captain's waking the day division now, we'll make sure these monsters don't make it inside!"

"I don't think that's the idea here. I think this is just something to keep you busy so someone, or something can get in from behind." The princess prepped her crossbow, noting she didn't have very many shots left. "I'm going to make sure my parents are safe. Help me reach Cyd's shop!"

The guard gave the signal to his comrades, who did Aurelia the courtesy of stabbing and slicing zombies out of her way so she could conserve her ammo. In any other circumstance it would've seemed like suicide for her to be making a mad dash through a pitch fight clad in naught but her skin, however, the lack of protection just incentivized Aurelia to make sure nothing came near to touching her. She jumped, rolled and fought her way through any zombie that managed to break past the guards, finally making it to Cyd's shop with only a few strands of hair pulled out of place and the feel of having done a very healthy sprint.

Slamming and securing the door shut, the princess slung her crossbow and searched for a new weapon from the racks, finding a sword that suited her preference of having a very wide and impractically huge blade. Testing it and deeming it a worthy armament, the princess brought it through some boxes that were stacked up in the corner, grinning in admiration as the blade sliced through the strong wooden containers as if they were made of papyrus. Underneath them she found the trap door, a little addition she had personally insisted the builders add when they were constructing Cyd's new work area, and later the means of how she'd been able to sneak in to cuddle up with the dragon night after night.

A bolt of ice ran through Aurelia's veins, the thought of the dragon compounding her worry as she descended to the underground passage that linked Cyd's shop with the palace. She hoped he'd been able to reach safety himself, certainly didn't wish that the surprise she'd spent all day preparing for the scaled hunk would now be a wasted effort. Steeling her nerves, the princess charged through the underpass, climbed the ladder at the end and emerged into an empty room in the private chambers.

Carefully Aurelia extracted herself and pressed her body to the wall, the roughness of the stone against her bare back bringing little comfort as she strained to hear any sound, any sign of activity. Detecting nothing, she inched her way over to the door and pushed it open with the tip of her sword.

The princess quickly muffled her screams, a sharp chill rocking her flanks as the sight of several guards lying lifelessly in the hallway greeted her. She ran out, knelt next to one of them...and breathed an enormous sigh of relief when she saw the warrior was not as she feared, having instead been rendered merely unconscious via some means. Resting a hand on her breasts, Aurelia permitted herself a moment to calm down. The situation was not quite yet at its worst, but the fact that whoever was responsible for this had managed to both invade the palace and incapacitate its defenses with such ease meant she needed to work quickly.

The princess rose and tore off down the hall to the throne room, coming to a dead halt when she saw the doorway ajar and heard the sound of her father's voice.

"Look, good madam, I don't mean to interrupt but I fear you've come calling at a rather inconvenient time. You see we were just about to sit down to..."

"Silence blue blood!" A rasping voice commanded.

Aurelia peered through the crack in the door, her hands tightening as she saw the king and queen were tightly bound to their respective thrones. Before them stood a detail of twelve individuals, all dressed in red robes with the same manner of weeping eye emblem etched on the fabric.

"Oh gladly I would good lady, but the things is, my daughter was arranging a rather special supper for our new resident and she'd be most upset if..."

"You're daughter is dead, Highness! We have seen to that." One of the figures stood forward, brandishing a polished metal burner emitting a sickly green smoke. Seeing it the king shut his lips, cheeks ballooning as he held his breath. "Worry not, you shall be joining her soon once suppertime comes. Our lord will no doubt be hungry once it awakens!"

Aurelia stood up, her fear dissolving in a bath of newer, more caustic emotions: specifically determination, revulsion, and rage. Gripping her sword in one hand, and drawing back her crossbow with the other, the princess quickly thought over the possibly, tactical means of rescuing her parents...then decided caution was fit for the wind and simply kicked the doors to the throne room open.

All heads turned, and the expected moment of shock as they beheld the sight of the naked but nevertheless heavily armed girl gave Aurelia a perfect opportunity to take three down right off the bat with arrows. The remainder grouped together, chanting in terse, alien words that caused a barrier of some kind to materialise around them and deflect the princess' remaining shots, forcing her to lower her cross bow and approach with her blade at the ready.

"You know you could have just called ahead then. We'd have been happy to save a spot at the table for your lord if he's in need of a decent meal." She said, bidding a relieved hello to the king and queen.

Turning to view her fallen comrades, the figure with the smoking burner threw back her hood, revealing herself to be another fair haired maiden with the headdress of a religious follower. "The sister we chose to take you out proved less than worthy of the task?"

"Not at all, she was perfectly apt. I, like my parents, just happen to border on a proper level of paranoia." Aurelia replied, tapping her sword against the barrier and finding it to be adequately impenetrable. "All the better really, I'm insatiably curious as to just what you hope to accomplish with this little stunt of yours."

The priestess grinned sinisterly. "What you have made possible! The means to install a leader of true power that will bring this kingdom to an age of enlightenment and peace! This is the night when we shall call forth our lord from the other side and see it reclaim what was rightfully its"

Aurelia was decidedly nonplussed. Turning to her parents she saw they likewise were just shrugging their shoulders in bewilderment. "So this is a means for you to enact some sort of ritual or sacrifice? Cause if so, we do have a chapel on the grounds that'd make for a far better setting, not to mention Mom, Dad and I wouldn't really make good sacrifices. We're not exactly pure of heart or virgins or anything that's usually required."

Now the priestess looked at Aurelia as though she were an ignorant child, rolling her eyes in frustration that she still hadn't caught on yet. "It is not you we need for this, you mindless girl! As I said, you are but a means for our lord to sate it's hunger once it is among us!"

Aurelia narrowed her gaze, thrusting her sword against the barrier while she glowered at the priestess. "You are going to explain exactly what you mean by that, otherwise I'm going to have to ask Mom here to start trying means of breaking this little protective wall of yours then see exactly how friendly my blade is going to have to get with your body before you talk."

At that the cultists looked at each and shared a communal laugh.

"You truly are as mad as they say! Your bow is down to its last shot, you stand there with no means of defence save your weapon, and even with our fallen we still outnumber you 9 to 1. How can you honestly believe the words coming out of your mouth?" The head priestess taunted. Aurelia merely cocked her head to peer around the group of robed figures, and saw her father had managed to get one leg free to press against a small latch on the leg of his throne. With a shocked cry the cultists soon found themselves looking at their captives from a decidedly lower perspective, the floor giving way to neatly drop them out of sight.

"Like I said, we're a properly paranoid bunch." The princess replied, as there came the pained groans of several bodies hitting a hard surface at speed.

"What a shame. Will our detractors ever learn that a massive hole in the ground almost always beats a horde of any number?" The king sighed. Delicately stepping around the chasm, Aurelia rushed to her parents and gave them both a relieved hug and kiss.

"They didn't hurt you did they?" She asked, getting a warm smile as she cut the king and queen free of their bonds.

"Oh we're perfectly fine, dear. We were more worried about you when they said they'd killed you." The king turned to his wife. "Only momentarily of course."

Aurelia nodded, though she felt worry return as she beheld the burner that had been dropped and cautiously approached it as if it were an unexploded bomb. She promptly felt her head start to swim as she got within five paces, and turned away as her mother ran up and grabbed her shoulder.

"Don't dear, I think that's how they took out the house guards. Probably some sort of nerve gas." The queen mused, sticking her petite nose in the air and taking a careful sniff. "Yep definitely nerve gas. Ah me that's going to lead to some very upset tummies tomorrow. I shall have to notify the cooks to add more chard to the sentries' rations."

Holding her breath, Aurelia carefully swept the cage into the hole with her sword and exhaled as her father closed it.

"In the meantime, if it wasn't you two they were after with this siege then who...." The princess eyes widened, her skin breaking out in goose bumps despite the heat of the room. "Wait...she said 'what you have made possible'...meaning what I have made possible?" Realisation hit her like a brick to the face. "Oh no, Cyd! They're after Cyd!"

Aurelia ran to the throne room doors, checked the hallway was still clear then turned to her parents. "Mom, Dad, find the clerics and tell them to help the guards outside! Those cultists used some kind of reanimation spell to raise an army of undead to attack the palace."

Seeing her daughter's fear, the queen smiled maternally as she drew a small spellbook from the folds of her gown. "Oh there's no need for that dear. I'm sure I've got a good incendiary or frost chant that should nip the problem in the bud."

The king likewise went and retrieved a sword from behind his throne. "Yes, good idea. It'll look better to the public if we go out there and personally vent our frustrations upon these rotters."

Aurelia was about to argue how much danger her parents would be putting themselves in, but then stopped as she considered her own position and realized how hypocritical she'd come off as.

"Okay then, well come get me when you're done. I've got to find Cyd!"

The royal family took off to their respective tasks.

---

Shadows swam like ink across Cyd's vision, his eyes rolling loosely in their sockets like marbles every time his body was jostled. He was being moved, that much was certain. His arms were being pulled in one direction while his feet and tail were being held off the ground. Somewhere in the recess of his mind he told himself he should struggle, or at the very least attempt to resist, but his body remained a several ton load of dead weight. Ah well, at the very least that seemed to be making things difficult for his captors.

"Sarastra beyond, this beast is heavy!" One of them groaned. "You're sure it was absolutely necessary to drag him all the way here from the woods for the ritual?"

On the dragon's other side, a black fog grumbled.

"Think about it, sister! If we raise the lordship out there our enemies could have time to escape before it reaches their seat of power, even with the zombie siege. We can't leave anything to chance!"

Cyd registered his head impacting against a hard surface, which gradually gave way so that he could then be abruptly dumped on another hard surface.

"Here, here will do, right in their heart of their stronghold. We'll raise the master and crush their safe haven in one fell swoop!"

Hands roughly grabbed the dragon and heaved him up into the air...and with a lot of strained cries he then found himself being hurled onto yet a third hard surface, scattering objects everywhere.

"Draw the drapes, the moon must shine upon our offer for it to be accepted."

Pale white light blotted out the dragon's vision, turning the inky swirls into a kaleidoscope of white, blacks and yellows. Summoning whatever strength remained in his body, Cyd forced himself to blink, the blur of colours slowly sorting itself out into more distinct shapes.

"Sister, the eyes!"

Cyd blinked again, his eyelids laboriously sliding together then parting to bring further clarity to his surroundings.

"I think the toxin is starting to wear off!"

The ink solidified itself into two silhouettes, the pale white organizing itself into cubes of light beaming through the windows. Alarmed at the dragon's progress, one of the shadows quickly brought yellow back into the scheme and reduced everything to a blurry mess again.

"So it seems. No matter. Hand me that other candelabra."

The yellow was withdrawn to one side, with more soon introduced to the other for a better sense of symmetry. Despite the blinding pain both brought, they helped clear away some of the shadows, and Cyd began making out details of an ornate ceiling above him.

"Get rid of all these plates and silverware, I need space to draw the ceremonial runes!"

The dragon heard the clink of metal, and the crash of bone china. Focusing on the surface he rested on, Cyd noticed it felt warmer than stone, not to mention far smoother. He quickly recognized it as varnished wood, like that of a table.

"Here let me get on the other side and help you."

The scrape of metal crawled into the dragon's skull on both sides, the distinct splintering of duress confirming he was indeed on a wooden table, and given it was one big enough to support his entire frame that meant he must be in the dining room. Why had they brought him in here?

"Okay, hold the book open for me while I read."

Cyd willed himself to move, finding his arms and torso still felt too heavy to be of much use.

"Iyay Mighty Sarastra! We summon thee from the farthest space!"

He tried his legs, no luck there either.

"Through wind and darkness come to us! We bring you the means to break free of your ancient bonds!"

His tail! Yes his tail seemed to be getting back some ability to move. It was sluggish but he could at least use it to search his surroundings.

"By blood you once entered this world. By the remittance of blood you were forced into your prison beneath the earth. By blood you shall be liberated once again!"

The dragon felt an uncomfortable heat building up around his body, and more light entering his vision. As it continued to sharpen he determined only some of it was coming from the candles on either side. The rest seemed to be some sort of dull red erupting from the table...possibly from whatever they carved into its surface.

"We offer you strength to purify your weakness, the half of a mortal that makes them whole. We offer you the heart and blood of a dragon! Mightiest of all creatures in the land!"

One of the shadows drew a gleaming dagger from its body. Cyd felt himself tremble but could not bring himself to do anything more. Frantically he swept his tail around trying to find something to defend himself with.

"Come forth and accept this sacrifice, oh powerful Sarastra! Accept and enter this realm that once was yours!"

His tail brushed against something hard, metallic, and above all large. He prodded at its domed surface and located a handle.

"We the devoted in your service ask that you rule anew! Crush all opposition and make these lands yours again! Oona-hai talewag!"

The red light around the drake intensified. The shadow brought the blade down against his pectoral, probing the muscle till it detected the frenzied beating of his heart. He curled his tail around the handle, begged himself to lift it up.

The dagger rose to strike.

Cyd threw everything he had into it and launched the object, his body finding the will to stiffen when, rather than knocking the shadow out, it merely broke open against its body and spilled forth a soft, spongy material. Moist spongy material at that, coated in some manner of thick paste which assailed his nostrils with a strong sugary aroma.

"Aieee! Ack! What the...." The shadow thrashed about, attempting to rid itself of the sticky, flaky substance. "What is this? Cake?"

The two shadows puzzled the mess, only being brought back to attention when something zipped softly across the air, snatched the dagger out of the messy one's hand and pinned it to the far wall.

"Yes actually. Vanilla and pineapple cake, with banana cream frosting and sweet grass shavings. Spent the better half of the day making it myself."

Cyd stiffened further, letting forth a cry of silent relief at the sound of Aurelia's voice.

"I'd hoped to treat that handsome hunk you've got lain out there between you with it at supper as a Happy Hatch Day celebration, but I guess you had to ruin that along with everything else."

The drake pushed himself, slowly found the strength to role over and flop onto the floor. The jostle of the fall knocked a little more focus into his eyes, and he almost shed tears as the sight of the princess gracing the doorway on the other side of the room. The ornate crown she always wore to keep her hair back again adorned her head, and he felt himself tremble anew upon seeing she brandished of his own handmade swords. Dropping her now empty crossbow, Aurelia strode into the room, fury smoldering her pretty features as her naked breasts and ass jiggled generously with each step.

"I have lost count of how many words of explanation you lot owe me. Disrupting an otherwise perfect evening, holding my parents hostage, trying to kill me, sacrificing MY dragon, I hope to the heavens you have a damn good reason for why!" She demanded.

The two shadows stepped into the light, revealing they were of the same manner of robed women, though theirs were black with red trim.

"Foolish girl, you come expecting to face us in a fight, thinking a mere blade will intimidate us?"

They threw back their hoods, revealing fancier versions of the religious headdress with oddly glowing gemstones set above their foreheads. Cautiously Aurelia circled around the room, sizing her opponents up as they smiled enigmatically at her.

"We shall just have to finish what our sister could not, begone!" They raised their hands and lightning arched from their fingers. Instinctively Aurelia twisted her sword so the flat side shielded her, and watched in astonishment as the bolts deflected off the steel. She quickly found cause to smile herself, however, when the priestess' looked at her in likewise amazement.

"I don't think so. Not before you tell me just what the heck all this chanting of ancient gods and destruction is about." She commanded, bouncing another volley of lightning off her blade as the other two women backed away.

"Your lineage's tendency for upsetting people is strong within you, as it was with your ancestor who sealed away our lord, mighty Sarastra, beneath these grounds so many eons ago." One of them said. Aurelia hesitated, puzzlement bringing her to briefly lower her sword.

"I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more specific. My bloodline slew a lot of legendary creatures and banished a whole host of evil over the years. We didn't get to be rulers of these lands for nothing." She replied which seemed to annoy the priestess.

"You claim ignorance of Sarastra? The blood god who sees all throughout eternity and seeks to render all under its domain of perfect chaos?" The now daggerless one cried. The princess eyes widened.

"Ahhh, that one. Yes, quite a blight it was back in the day, glad we got rid of it." Aurelia taunted, raising her blade again when the priestess' hands began to crackle.

"Blasphemy! This realm is its to rule by divine right! And tonight we shall return to it that right!" The second one proclaimed, to a sigh and a roll of the eyes from the princess.

"And who told you that? It did? Come to you in dreams? Or visions? Perhaps during a s?ance at whatever faction of the church you all used to be part of?" She asked. Cyd struggled to turn his head and noticed both women were wearing expressions of being aghast, betraying that Aurelia had come uncomfortably close to the truth.

"Thought so. Bunch of new initiates, think because they're now priestesses they can do no wrong. So when a manner of ancient evil or silver tongued monster comes to them with a sob story of how they used to be so great and powerful till the big bad monarchy came along and took away all their toys they assume it's a divine call to duty, and now here we are."

The priestesses looked furious, though not as furious as the golden haired girl that held them at sword point.

"Did it mention what being a blood god entails? That it needs, you know, blood to physically manifest? That it's basically a cosmic parasite who only wishes to re-enter this realm so it can feed endlessly on all us tasty mortals?" Aurelia continued, quickly dodging more lightning.

"You lie!" The first priestess accused, stepping around the table to face the princess.

"Well either I am or your so called 'lord' is. Difference is only one of us right now is capable of making your life difficult so who are you really going to trust?" Aurelia shot back as the priestess' hands glowed red and two blades made of gnarled black metal materialized in them.

"You are mad!" She leapt at the princess, who jumped out of Cyd's field of view as blade met blade.

"Oh you bet I am, sister. Mad at you for being a nuisance, mad at what you did to my folks, mad to find you're just another brainwashed dimwit with too much power to command, and absolutely enraged that you screwed up my efforts to make his special day memorable!" Aurelia seethed as the clash of weapons continued to echo around the room. Cyd forced his head to turn again, inching his muzzle over with great difficulty to see the princess valiantly keeping her screaming opponent at bay. The priestess looked to be throwing every bit of energy she had into her attempts to slice Aurelia apart, but the blonde haired human was managing to show a remarkable amount of focus in spite of her own anger. The priestess slashed forward, and Aurelia slashed right back. Again the dragon had to acknowledge the definite aspect of suicidal insanity in the princess' actions; going up against an armed opponent in nothing but her flesh, but right on the heels of that he had to admire that the girl proved with every move that she knew how to fight. Even better she was doing so with one of his own swords, proving his craftsmanship was up to scratch as no matter what the priestess threw at her, she was able to repel it.

Cyd became so engrossed in watching the fight that he almost missed the moment when one extra sound joined the frenzied storm of steel hitting steel, a softer shuffle of objects being pushed aside on the opposite end of the room. Forcing himself to turn back, the dragon spied the other priestess had made her way to where Aurelia's arrow had pinned the sacrificial dagger to the wall. Wrenching it free, the other woman silently made her way around the table, raising her weapon high in preparation to bury it in the princess' back.

Cyd tried again to move but found he was still paralyzed beyond any means of fending off the second priestess. As she drew near he opened his mouth to warn Aurelia, but whatever had immobilized him had also silenced his voice. Seeing his options were quickly running out the dragon tried one last thing: he took as deep a breath as he could then, with a prayer to the heavens, unleashed it in two jets of flame from his nostrils.

The two combatants turned as a pained wail roused them from their concentration. Seeing the second priestess dancing around, trying to shed her burning robes and footwear, Aurelia jumped and executed a flying overhead slash at the first. Caught off guard she frantically crossed her swords to parry, and watched as the princess' blade cut straight through them like butter. Jerking away to avoid suffering the same fate, the dark haired woman overbalanced and landed with on her ass. Dismayed at her broken weapons, she glanced up at Aurelia, her jaw dropping as the princess angled her blade at her in triumph.

"Wha-What is this? This that can withstand even the strongest of Sarastra's magic?"

Aurelia merely shrugged, nodding to the dragon on the floor while paying him a quick wink of thanks for his intervention. "Ask him, he's the one that made it."

The priestess' jaw dropped lower, her eyes staring at the sword like it was something out of a nightmare. "That...is a dragon's craftsmanship?"

Aurelia nodded. The priestess paused for breath, looked down at her shattered blades again...then proceeded to lunge at the princess with a frantic scream....that Aurelia happily choked off with a quick grab to her throat.

"Please stop." The golden haired woman politely requested.

"Never! You cannot stop us! Sarastra will reign once more!" The dark haired priestess proclaimed, crying anew when Aurelia picked her up off the ground and threw her onto the dinner table.

"Okay then, if you won't listen to me then let's do just that. Let's call your god out of its cage so it can speak for itself. " The princess retrieved the dagger from where the second priestess had dropped it and climbed up onto the table. "You may not be a dragon, but I'm sure the blood of a follower as devout as you will still suffice for a sacrifice."

The priestess stared in terror as the gleaming blade was presented to her. Glancing around herself the dark haired woman exhaled a strained breath when she saw she was lying in the center of the rune carvings.

"Come on now, what's it going to be? Are you a true believer who will indeed do whatever is necessary to revive her lord? Or are you just a blind idiot with no common sense, and cake all over your robes?" Aurelia impatiently shook the dagger at her opponent. "Seriously, do you know how much time I spent on that cake?"

With a trembling hand the priestess took the sacrificial weapon, looking up at the princess as she prepared to slit her wrists open. Aurelia craned her head over the swells of her breasts and continued to stare darkly at the woman beneath her, her fingers drumming on the hilt of her sword as if demanding she hurry up and decide.

Inhaling sharply, the priestess braced herself to cut, shut her eyes as the blade touched her skin....

...then with a defeated exhale she let it slip out of her hands and clatter uselessly to the floor.

"Thought so." Aurelia grumbled, jumping off the table as the dining room doors were thrown open and the king and queen entered with a garrison.

"Bravo, Aurelia dear, bravo!" The king cheered as he hugged his daughter. "I knew you'd show these bothersome cultists what for!"

Aurelia gave a puzzle laced smile as her father's arms were traded for her mother's. "Um...were you all just waiting right outside this whole time?"

"Of course! I mean we were going to come bursting in to the rescue, but we didn't want to ruin your big moment. You know you do love making a scene." The king grinned. Aurelia just shrugged and kept smiling in good humor, until Cyd gave a raspy grunt.

"Oh no." She promptly dropped to her knees and helped the dragon roll over. "Oh gods, what did they do to you?" She began to check him for injuries, but was halted by her mother.

"Let me have a look, dear." The queen ran her hands across the dragon's neck, hmming when she detected several sickly purple veins etched against the scales. "Yes looks like they gave him a rather nasty dose of Krikuno sap. Nasty little neurotoxin that stuff, but nothing a good shot of home brew won't fix. Clerics!" She clapped her hands and several figures robed in white appeared from the guards. One of them helped hold Cyd's mouth open while the other drew out a vial and poured the contents down his throat. Doing his best to swallow the rancid mixture, Cyd waited for it to take effect, then promptly began to dry heave as feeling suddenly flowed back into his limbs.

"Cyd!" Aurelia cried as the drake choked, grabbed his chest and finally puked his guts all over the floor.

"Ugh...*cough*....I am....*cough*....getting so sick....*cough*....of being...*ack*...fucking poisoned all the time!" He wearily exhaled, looking up from his mess as Aurelia tenderly held his hand.

"Are you okay?" She asked. Cyd flexed his arms, wiggled his toes and sighed as he wiped his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. Thanks again to you." He said with a hint of disdain. Aurelia giggled in relief as she held up two fingers.

"That's twice now I've had to save your tail. Better watch this doesn't become a habit." She teased as Cyd noticed the sword in her hand.

"My blade. You actually opted to save me with one of my own blades." He said, looking in awe at the weapon as Aurelia blushed and held it up.

"Yeah well, you really were not kidding when you said your work surpassed all others. It certainly helped the guards hold the zombies off outside." She smirked. Cyd turned to look at the garrison, and his massive bodied shivered with barely restrained pride as they all unsheathed and saluted him with his weapons.

"Quite so, Master Craftsman. Your reputation is well deserved! I shall have to see to it that all factions of the royal army are outfitted with your armaments." The king grandly exclaimed, getting a 'Here Here!' from his guards as Aurelia helped Cyd to his feet.

"I trust the undead visitors have been dealt with?" The princess asked.

"For now. Her Highness was most helpful with burning and freezing the ones that wouldn't stay down. " The captain of the guard reported. Beside him the Queen beamed exultantly.

"Just think of it, we'll be the only ones in the kingdom to have ice sculptures in the middle of summer. Oh we shall be the talk of the town from border to border!" She squealed. Everyone else nodded politely.

"Good, take these two down to the dungeon to join their comrades....oh and there's one more in the garden who may need some medical attention." Aurelia said. "Make sure they're all in separate cells and can't easily communicate with each other."

"Smashing idea! I'm sure a few good sessions with the church's therapists will cure them of whatever delusions they're harboring, and we'll make sure their magical artifacts are confiscated and repurposed for the greater good." The king turned to kiss his wife on the cheek. "We do have our anniversary coming up after all."

Aurelia smiled, then sighed as she beheld the state of the dining room. "Well Cyd, I'm sorry this had to happen tonight of all times. Was really hoping to celebrate with you." She half expected a dismissive snort, but noticed Cyd was looking ponderously at the priestess on the table, and the mess of cake mashed all over her clothes.

"How did you know when my hatch day was?" He asked.

The princess looked even more puzzled. "We maintain a very extensive archive of all significant events across the kingdom, not to mention a far reaching intelligence network. Wasn't that hard to search through the records, trace back your reported appearances, call in a few favors from the dragon high council and make an educated guess off of that." She grinned. "You may be an enigmatic soul, but that doesn't mean I can't eventually worm out your secrets."

Cyd sighed, though Aurelia noticed he lacked his usual reproachful expression.

"No one's remembered my hatch day for almost 200 years." He mused distantly; watching as the priestess was cuffed and lead away.

"Mmm, and I just had all my work to amend that ruined." Aurelia sadly tutted. "That was such a lovely cake too. Guess I'll have to go make another one now."

Cyd looked down as the princess let go of his hand and disappeared behind the kitchen door. Seeing everyone else was occupied with cleaning up the aftermath, the dragon slipped out of the dining room after her, crouching as he descended the stone corridor to where Aurelia was measuring out ingredients and softly grumbling to herself.

"Courtyard's going to stink of rotting carcasses for weeks, dining room's wrecked, tons of perfectly good food wasted, guards are going to be depleted as everyone recovers from the effects of the gas, I have half a mind to slap that bitch's face clean off for this."

The dragon held back as the princess poured flour and cracked eggs into a bowl. Grabbing a pineapple off to the side she cut the peel off and began chopping it up, her movements slowing as the wrath of the night seemed to leave her. Hesitantly he approached the golden haired female and started massaging her shoulders.

"I think I might have given the wrong impression back there. After one passes the fourth centennial the significance of the day when they emerged from the egg tends to diminish greatly, hence why no one really bothered to remember mine. That doesn't mean I don't appreciate it when someone does."

Aurelia silently ceased her chopping as Cyd dared to press a little deeper, unconsciously rolling her traps into his strong yet tender touch. She was tight there, the strains of anger very evident under the dragon's fingers. Carefully he pinched and kneaded the tense muscles, exhaling a jet of hot air as they began to loosen up.

Putting her knife down, the princess coaxed the massive reptile to probe deeper, guiding his arms to embrace her so she could rest herself against his muscled front. His scales were smooth, supportive, a neverending delight to her skin. The fact that they barely concealed the dragon's massive striated power only delighted her further, especially when he began flexing his pecs, adding to the massage by rubbing her over with his sheer buffness.

"One should never forget the day they entered the world. It's the most powerful reminder that they're alive, that they've got a new year ahead of them; that they're-"

"Old, closer to the end, increasingly less virile than they were bef-"

Aurelia cut the dragon off with a hard slap to the face, withering the wincing beast with a blindingly bright smile.

"Old? Cyd, come on! By your species standards you're as young a sprout as I am!" The princess chided, her chest growing hot when the dragon shoved aside the pain and nuzzled against her soft hand. "As for virility...mmm..." Her head wilted against the supportive pillow of a watermelon sized bicep, her body melted further into Cyd's comforting muscles. Spurned on by this, the dragon dared to wander and cupped her giant breasts, moaning along with the princess when he was rewarded with a grind of her plush bottom against his crotch. "You seem pretty damn manly to me."

Cyd sighed as burnt gold hair was briefly thrown in his face, the scent of a spicy summer breeze making his head swim as Aurelia leaned up to take him in a kiss. Age wasn't the only concern he had, there were a whole number of differences between them to account for, with species, size, and gender just being the starters. By all rights two such souls should never even have considered sharing such a relationship, yet Aurelia had made her feelings for the drake clear from the get go, and with every day that passed, Cyd had to admit he felt the same way about the human more and more.

Snaking his tongue into her mouth, Cyd took a moment to contemplate in peace, the taste of a welcoming, soothing maw framed in such sweet red lips helping to clear his head so he could rationally analyze his worries, although as soon as he did, Aurelia seemed to notice and broke the kiss.

"What is it?" She asked softly, stroking the dragon's cheek.

"Just....why me? Why are you so insistent on making me happy when as a princess of the realm you could have anyone? Indeed considering your status wouldn't it be wiser to keep the option of alliances with other kingdoms through marriage? " He half expected another slap, but instead Aurelia merely shook her head.

"You know any princes who're as skilled at weapon forging as you?" She asked.

"What? Well, no of course not."

"Think there are any that can run at full sprint while carrying over 10,000 lbs of weight?"

Cyd cocked an eyeridge. "I...doubt it."

"Have you ever met a human that can breathe fire?"

"No." The dragon slowly replied, then eeped as two hands found his sheaths.

"Ever met one with two cocks? Or the ability to cum literal bucket loads?"

Cyd flapped his jaw in bewilderment, finally answering with an exasperated roll of his eyes. "Obviously not."

"Then I stand by my choice. Mom and Dad are fine with our relationship, so I'm sticking with my dragon." Aurelia proudly proclaimed, pulling Cyd back into another kiss and passing along her giggles when he slumped against her in defeat.

"I'm YOUR dragon now?" He asked as they parted.

"Yes you are. Considering I'm the reason you still draw breath I feel I'm entitled to stake claim." Aurelia stated simply, writhing ecstatically in the scaled beast's arms as he nodded and warmly regarded her in acceptance.

"True, and I suppose your point about me being safest with you is also now vindicated. Fair enough, I'm yours." He replied, giving her breasts a squeeze before noticing the bowl of batter sitting before them. "Let's make a cake together."

Aurelia scooped up the chopped pineapple and dumped it in the bowl, stirring the juicy pulp in with gusto as Cyd pleasured her boobs. Their size and weight still amazed him, too big for even his hands to hold and as soft as silken pillows, yet the princess bore them with not a hint of sag and seemed unbothered by their constant bouncing and jiggling when she was engaged in combat. It especially awed him considering how sensitive they were otherwise. He'd been able to make her come on multiple occasions just by playing with her tits.

"You also can't...ahhh....deny, my body excites you to no end." She moaned softly as she added butter and vanilla extract.

Cyd murred as her ass ground against his quivering sheaths, indeed the princess was a wonderland to explore, from her rich wildflower smell, her flowing silken hair, her bronzed skin, her curves, her own impressive musculature, she was as much a beauty physically as any human could be. "No, I cannot, no more than you can deny the same about me in return."

Aurelia licked her spoon, playing her tongue sultrily across the wooden instrument before having to jerk it back into her mouth as something slipped between her legs. Cyd was dead on with his comment, she adored his body as much as he did hers, but what made him superior (in her eyes at least) were the added touches...like that deviously clever tail of his.

"Oh Cyd....oh you are so right my love." She moaned as the tremendous scaled length dragged itself across her vagina. She was soaking wet at this point, the adrenaline of the fight coupled with the pleasure of being with her drake having turned her on to no end. Reaching down to crank the oven's temperature, Aurelia squeezed the tail between her legs, fighting to hold it against her dripping snatch as it thrashed playfully against her. Taking another lick of her spoon the princess analyzed the flavor of the cake batter. It was definitely sweet enough for her liking...yet, it still seemed like there was something missing; an extra ingredient or two that would really bring out a unique twist to the treat.

"I think the cake needs more. Something from both of us to make it really special." She said. Turning around the princess put down her spoon and bade for Cyd to lower his tail so she could get on her knees. The kitchen's stone floor felt a little cold as she knelt on it, but such minor discomfort was forgotten as she beheld the beauty of the dragon's twin cocks. They were already halfway out of their sheaths from the ass teasing, each a dark brown with a good 15 inches of length covered in bumps and rubbery ribs. Taking one in either hand, the princess kissed the pre-ing heads, whetting her appetite with a taste of the thin cream before slipping her lips over and hungrily sucking away. Above her, the dragon let out a deep, fiery roar as he quickly rose to full erection, leaning back against the kitchen counter to watch Aurelia bob her head on his lengths. Much as he had a knack with his hands she was quite skilled with her mouth. Not only did she have a gift for knowing just where to lash his flesh with her tongue, but she could make such a wonderful tightness with her lips. No small feat considering his girth could rival one of her arms, but the princess never seemed to mind. She just stuffed him as far down her throat as she could and enjoyed the taste of his flesh.

Glancing up, Aurelia giggled around her mouthful at the dragon's stricken expression of bliss, switching to his other penis as he reached down and stroked her luscious hair.

"Scales...oooh mother of scales.....whatever you have planned....ahhhh....just tell me what to do." He moaned, which just gave Aurelia cause to slurp happily along his swollen length, teasingly running over the bumps and ridges with her tongue. Even if Cyd needed a bit more convincing, he realized the core aspect that made their relationship work: namely what made him happy, made her happy. If her dragon felt good, she felt good, and as she switched cocks again and got a crackling roar of approval, Aurelia was feeling pretty damn good indeed...yet again, there was that niggle that she could do more.

Slipping off for a moment, Aurelia mused at the throbbing prides before her, sensually stroking their lengths to keep them at peak. Ponderously she slipped a hand down over the circumference of the dragon's hefty balls, briefly entertaining the thought of giving them some tongue action as well before dismissing it. They were both nearly the size of basketballs and, though the princess was loathed to admit it, she just didn't have the mouth space for that. What she did have, however, was a very fetching alternative.

Heaving up her breasts, Aurelia nestled the dragon's cocks deep in between, moaning along with him as they both fit perfectly between the fat mammaries and promptly covered them with strong spurts of pre. She wasted no time in getting them back into her mouth, her body tingling with unbridled delight as Cyd began thrusting his hips to fill her up with his savory meat. She kissed, licked and suckled it all, her hunger seeming to grow rather than be sated. Instinct told her to do what came naturally whenever they enjoyed each other, to swallow what she could of Cyd's rapturous climax then let him cover her with the rest. As she felt his balls pull against her breasts the princess almost allowed it to happen, but then Cyd inadvertently knocked several cooking utensils off the counter in his throes and she remembered there was another reason why she was doing this.

"Uhhhh....Aurelia....wha..." Cyd raggedly breathed as he felt the princess lips leave his shafts again. Wiping the joyful tears from his eyes, he watched her stand up, regarding him with desperate apologies as she wiped her mouth. Gripping the top of the counter, Aurelia lifted herself up onto it, nudging the bowl of batter aside as she spread her legs to let the dragon behold her wet sex. It bore the appearance of a freshly watered rose, the lips all puffy and pink, dripping with glistening juice and quivering in want for more attention.

Cyd looked to the princess, caught her pleading nod that she needed him to take control now. Grabbing her legs the dragon knelt and brought his steaming muzzle between them, snorting a searing jet of air across the female treasure that quickly had the princess crying in sharp, unyielding pleasure. He licked at the juice; let it coat his tongue before swallowing the excess. It tasted like a fine if very strong wine, delicious but enough to make one drunk if they weren't careful. It made his tastebuds rage for more, and so Cyd proceeded to dine, munching the human's sweet vagina while enjoying her blissful sobs. In all his years he'd have never imagined this would happen, specially not with one as bizarre as Aurelia, yet all the dragon could think of while he licked was why in hell he had waited so long to reach this point, this harmony of sharing himself with others as he shared his skills. Solitude may have satisfied him during his earlier life, but now he couldn't dream of going back to it, not when he had something as wonderful as what he enjoyed with the princess, something that rewarded him with the contentment that he was doing good for the lands and for himself.

Cyd sealed the tender bean of Aurelia's clit between his lips and hmmmed softly, torturing the little bundle of nerves and flesh by slowly increasing the temperature in his mouth. Aurelia thrashed in the ravages of approaching climax but he coaxed her to still, holding her firmly in his strong hands till finally there came the yearned for scream and the flood of rich nectar, which Cyd happily slurped up.

"By the gods....you make it so impossible to hold out with that maw of yours." The princess gasped in tearful bliss.

"So do you, but I find little cause to complain." Cyd churred as he leaned up and kissed her again. "Best we continue then before we get too hung up on making each other cum their brains out with foreplay?"

"Yes, please!" Aurelia breathlessly cried, gasping again as she was picked up off the counter and turned around. "But let me know when you're going to cum, Cyd. I want to...oooohhh..." She felt her voice leave her as one of the dragon's cock's pressed against her pussy, stretching it open and slipping inside. Gritting her teeth, the princess leaned forward and helped him line the other one up with her anal bud, trying her best to relax so it could enter her as well. "I want....want us to cum together!"

She screamed as Cyd steadied her and began to thrust. He had no problem supporting her weight, that much had been revealed whenever he would casually carry her around on his shoulders or in his arms. Still the display of such immeasurable strength had Aurelia crying anew, her crown falling off her head as she was bobbed on the twin penii. She plastered her back against the dragon's barrel chest, tears streaming like rivers of joy down her cheeks as she felt him invade her from every front. Her pussy and ass felt fit to burst with how full they were, yet she also felt that anything less would diminish the experience.

"I....ahhh...will try.....princess. It's going to be...oh scales....diff-difficult but I'll try....aghhh....gods how can you be so tight and yet so soft? "

Aurelia's head wilted back as Cyd built up a rhythm, the dragon's muzzle descending to press gently against her cheek, letting her know with more kisses that he didn't need an answer to his question. He was merely expressing his pleasure that she was as described, and that he loved her all the more for it. She kissed him back for the compliment then braced herself against his pecs to give him more leverage. He stabbed relentlessly at her treasures, each oiled piston of his hips delivering a sound thrashing to her pussy and ass with all the bumps and ribs of his cocks. Heat lapped within her body like lava bubbling up through a volcano, bringing her to toss her head back and curse in frustrated ecstasy when the shudder of eruption blew forth and she climaxed again. It was a mild disappointment given what she'd just asked of the dragon, but the princess could live with it. She almost always caved before Cyd did when they made love, which was why she thanked the heavens that had gifted her with the stamina to be able to get stuck back in for another round afterwards. She'd just have to make sure her next orgasm happened when it really mattered, though with how sensitive she now was that was going to be quite the undertaking,

Cyd growled as fluid wetted down his shafts, providing them with fresh lubrication for him to step the pace up again and bury himself up to the hilt in the princess. She reflexively squeezed like a snake in response to the roughness, yet her hands found his flanks and dug in, signifying for him to keep going. He was doing a fine job of sating her lust and dammit if he wasn't to get the same in return!

With a feral spew of flames against the ceiling, Cyd tightly shut his eyes and threw everything he had into his thrusts, giving Aurelia as savage and violent a fucking as he would a member of his own species. Her folds felt like they were ablaze around his wetly slurping shafts, yet he heard no cry of pain or protest from the princess. He never did really at that. No matter how rough he was with her she took it and let him go as he naturally would. She knew he'd never truly hurt her, and to be honest, the agony that came as an inevitable aspect of mating such a beast actually added a nice sharper edge to the pleasure. Whether she had a bit of a masochistic streak in her, Aurelia loved the feral aspect of being with Cyd.

"Gahhh...I'm close Aurelia....gaahhh soooo close...." The dragon roared, his hips losing their rhythm as he desperately worked to reach that final, all worshipped finish line. His balls tightened again as they battered wetly against the princess snatch, getting another soaking as she grit her teeth and begged her body to hold out just a few seconds longer.

"Me too Cyd.....oh gods me toooooo!!" The princess wailed. She reached up and grabbed for higher purchase along Cyd's body, climbing the mountain face of his chiseled contours till she was able to brace herself against his broad shoulders. Squeezing her holes as hard as she could, the princess bore out the dragon's final few strokes before he suddenly arched back and painted the ceiling black with fire. A veritable inferno, blistering orgasmic heat enveloped the room as Cyd roared in absolute pleasure, ceasing only when Aurelia dug her fingers in and pulled herself off his cocks. Her heart leaped as the move threw her off balance, but the dragon's arms were around her in a flash, holding her in utter devotion as she went limp in the bliss of her own third orgasm. Juice and cream spurted in generous unison, arching through the air to land in the cake batter till the two lovers could support themselves no more and collapsed onto the ground in a sweaty but immensely satisfied heap.

"Fuck....*pant*....that, as always, was needed." Cyd breathlessly sighed, tenderly clutching the princess as she turned around to hold him in a gratuitous kiss.

"You...*pant*....have no idea....*pant*...you scaley stud." She cooed, giggling when the dragon licked some of the sweat off her face. "I love you so much, Cyd. I don't know how you feel about that, but right now I don't care either. You are too...*pant*....damn....worth it."

Cyd courteously brushed a few stray locks away from Aurelia's face, allowing him to stare deeply into her limpid eyes and see they backed up her statements perfectly.

"You needn't worry how I feel, princess. Even if I may not understand you, I love you just as much. Madness and all." He churred, sharing one more kiss with the human before helping her stand up again so she could tend to the cake batter. "Heh, interesting choice of garnish there."

The princess beamed as she stirred their ejaculates into the mixture, getting everything nice and blended before pouring it into two shallow cake pans and setting them in the oven.

"I think it'll make for a treat that's uniquely for us and no one else. Least I can do to make up for the rest of the evening." She sighed as the dragon picked her up again and the two quietly cuddled while they waited for the cake to bake.

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An hour latter the two were comfortably nestled in their bedroom, munching away on their dessert while sharing a bottle of brandy wine.

"Mmm, your cum actually makes for a nice variation on the vanilla." Aurelia mused as she forked another bite of cake into her mouth.

Cyd chewed thoughtfully for a moment then snorted as he swallowed. "It certainly helps balance out the excessive sweetness of the frosting and your juices. " He licked his fork and murred as he enjoyed the flavor. "How did you know I like bananas so much?"

The princess paused in her eating, looking over to her reclining dragon and shaking her head.

"The way you attack the fruit bowl at breakfast every morning is a little hard to ignore. I just had the servants alter the assortment to see what got you smacking your lips the most." She giggled.

Cyd turned to regard the beaming princess, admiring how beautiful she looked bathed in the light of the moon behind her. Setting his fork down he grabbed the wine and refilled her glass, getting another quick kiss of thanks for the gesture.

"Well even if things didn't turn out as you planned, this still was a very nice surprise. Thank you." He murred, toasting the princess.

Aurelia blinked, then giggled as she sat up. "Oh the hatch day celebration wasn't the surprise, Cyd."

The dragon cocked an eye ridge. Placing her plate aside, the princess reached over to her nightstand and pulled out a vial filled with purple liquid.

"I asked the clerics to look into something for me, and this morning they presented me with the finished results. It's a hormonal additive that'll allow me to carry and lay eggs!" The princess beamed. Cyd was understandably taken aback, more so when Aurelia pushed the vial into his hands and closed his fingers around it.

"Umm...Aurelia, are you being serious here? I mean, I am touched that you would make such a gesture but...well...you're human. Your body is designed with the express purpose of bearing live young not shelled ones!"

The princess continued to smile undaunted. "Indeed. They warned me it'll probably be a somewhat painful process, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."

Cyd remained unconvinced, staring uneasily at the vial in his hands.

"I'm not saying I'm going to take it right now, mind you. Just if you ever feel that parental instinct calling, well there's nothing I'd love more than to deliver you a strong, healthy clutch of hatchlings."

The dragon's unease faded, his interest at the possibility quietly slipping in to take its place. Holding the vial up to the light he dwelled on it for a moment, then placed it down on the nightstand again. "Let's wait on that for a bit then...it's certainly not a pressing issue for us to get into."

Aurelia cocked her head, slyly climbing up to lie on top of her dragon. "That didn't sound like a 'no' to the offer."

"It wasn't. When the time comes I promise I'll give the idea of children some serious thought..." He sighed a lazy jet of flames. "....even though it sounds just as crazy as anything else you've come up with."

The princess' rosy smile grew wider. "And yet you still don't say no?"

Cyd rolled his eyes, giving a now typical shrug of defeat. "Well fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I'm loving the crazy."