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Greetings. This is a story I've written during my stay at the countryside. Its inception started with a number of 50 prompts I've created. My plan was to write a story each day, and more or less, I succeeded.

This particular theme was "A queen falls in love with her pet" . I was hoping to edit and upload it in one piece, but time runs short and I have to leave for a couple of days. That is a bit of waiting, and I'd rather not leave you guys empty handed. I hope you guys will enjoy the first part of the story. I'll upload more once I get back.

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Jaina barely kept her eyes closed. The morning light fell upon her face, caressing the milky skin with soft golden beams. She cracked an eye open. Was that a voice? Water formed inside a stinging eye. The curtains. Someone pulled them.

"....tell him?"

"Repeat," Jaina groaned sleepily. Talking took energy, a resource she did not possess at the moment of her rude awakening.

"What should I tell your husband?" Gendry inquired. He was a good page, the oaf. Pleasant of voice, quick of feet, yet on this particular morning, Jaina wished nothing more than strangling him with her nightgown lace.

"What you said before. Now leave."The queen blinked, then rubbed her eyes. Too much light. She called the servant back and commanded him to darken the room.

He obeyed. Jaina crashed back in her bed. She dreamt about something. Trees, rocks, and vegetation passed through her mind. The plains? Was that what she dreamt about?

Jaina dug her hands into the wooly mattress and pushed herself up. Dull stone piled on top of each other. She looked past the unyielding towers of her keep. An uneven mix of keeps and ordinary houses stretched as far as the horizon, which was blocked by Dragon's tail--a stone wall reaching twenty men in height.

She sighed. No dreams meant a dull day. Jaina felt the soft furs under her feet. She chose a coal dress streaked with sky laces from the armoire. Jaina caressed her flowing hair and sighed again. Her eyelids threatened to collapse in the same manner as the laces of her nightgown.

Her lips tightened. A shiver spread through her body. Jaina's jaw tightened. The urge invaded her, along with images of a dragon. Jaina vividly remembered the weight of the onyx beast upon her. It took her so quickly.Jaina's fingers rushed inside her inner sanctum. They thrust, just like the dragon did.

Jaina collapsed on the ground as breath left her throat. She whimpered, clawing at the furs. Heat traversed her body, forcing water out of her skin. Jaina worked her flesh, eyes closed. The dragon was still mounting her, but pleasure refused to soar like it did in her dream. The queen took a few deep breaths and composed herself. She was the queen. Queens didn't ponder on silly dreams like girls passing through their first weeping.

Jaina wiped herself with a cloth, dressed proper garments, arranged her hair and left the bedroom in a hurry.

The breakfast was all talk and no action. Military advisors prattled about troops and tactics. Merchants protested, and the high priest intervened only when foul words escaped errant mouths.

Jaina cared little for words and the brutish hand pinching her--

"Ow!" she yelped.

Relan's smile widened. He looked charming as a prince, only older. Jaina blamed it on the short trimmed mustache and that bushy beared. "Nothing else seemed to get your attention."

The queen raised an eyebrow, "place caring hand upon cheek and see..."

"What rough nights produce?"

"Was thinking of that," Jaina leaned and kissed his lips. Her night was anything but rough, yet men needed distraction. Her king grunted, tongue stirring in response. The two shared a kiss before talk of war broke them apart.

Jaina smiled, even if her lips refused to obey. She felt warm and lustful as she licked her lips. She picked her goblet. Wildberry tea. Her favorite, even more so after such a vivid dream. Details came back to her. She saw the trees parting before her wings. She felt the wind whipping her wings.

And how desire consumed her. Jaina jerked in her chair, teeth pressed close against each other. A warm hand caressed her neck. It was Relan. Jaina leaned back, feeling the rough texture of her dress sliding between her lower lips. She barely suppressed a moan. Vivid images of dragons mating blazed in her mind, dousing anything else. What mattered was what she felt down there. Jaina shifted in her chair. No one looked at her. Relan caressed her neck with two fingers while he argued about measures of peace. Jaina wanted to disagree, but the itching lips begged for relief. She thrust back and forth, pretending to adjust her position. Blood quickened, and she barely suppressed a moan. The bald priest arched his snowy eyebrows. The coin lord and the sworn sword did the same.

" Ahi supporth my husband," Jaina said, slurring the words. The men nodded, then saw to their meal. Lucky. Jaina poked at the cheese rolls. The chunks of meat looked even worse.

"Not hungry?" Relan asked.

Jaina shook her head. She didn't trust words leaving her mouth when dragons were all she thought about. Jaina waited, seething inside her dress. Why weren't the windows opened? She almost asked a servant when a stray finger ventured inside her folds.

That was all it took. Tension flooded her body. Her legs pressed against each other. It didn't stop. Pleasure welled within her like an overflowing jug of water. She couldn't hold it in. Jaina bit hard on her inside cheeks and forced her eyes shut. The water burst forth, bringing pulses of unbearable pleasure. Specks of color danced in front of her eyes as weakness quickly followed. Arms wrapped around her, supporting her trembling frame.

"My queen is taken with thoughts. Excuse us."

He led her halfway to her room before stopping. Jaina's head swirled, but the cold air of the main hall steadied her thoughts.

"What's taken hold of you?" the king demanded.

Jaina brushed his prodding hand aside. "An urge you couldn't douse last night," she snapped.

The king drew back, confused. "Damnation, woman. Half of my kingdom is lost and you expect me to perform?

Jaina squinted.

"I thought I...."

She shook her head. "No. Worse than three nights ago. I expect what every receptive female does, yet morning found my mate away from bed. How can I bear your heir--"

"You knew about the meeting, dove. A ruler has to attend while the other enjoys peaceful sleep."

"War talk. Always more important than mating."

"I have to--"

"Please your second bride?"

Relan stormed back to the council's chamber, cape brushing the dust behind him. Jaina scoffed. She knew farmers that raised more than 5 whelps. Why was her male so different? He cared for her. Jaina didn't doubt his affections. Yet almost a week passed since their last proper mating. War instilled fear into peasants, not kings. That's what she believed until Relan's member softened inside her. He became fearful since then. Lust dried inside him along with the lust for war. When did Relan the Conqueror change? How? Only now Jaina realized she didn't know. Talk of war rarely ignited between the two rulers.

Jaina turned around. Relan never listened to her anyway. She walked the hallway's length, greeting two servants along the way. When the courtyard approached, she turned back and rushed towards the meeting chamber. Relan was still the king. Her husband. A half of the whole. Queens had to put duty before desire. And an hour of torture was a fair price to pay.

With the meeting called to an end, everyone rushed to their appointed tasks. Relan got coin duty, and Jaina had to organize fruits and meats for the charity feast. What kind of task was that? Not one suited to a queen, obviously. Jaina stopped the first servant she encountered and forced the burden upon his shoulders.

Her soles ached inside the wooden sandals. It took almost an hour to reach Dragon's Keep. Jaina almost sneezed as she approached the dilapidated structure. It looked like a castle. One that's been under siege for years. Towers threatened to topple. The largest looked like a hunched beggar ready to collapse.

Jaina scrunched her nose as she approached the gate. The smell of dragon waste barely got along with her. Cleaned twice a day, and their nest still smelled like overflowing privy.

The door parted and the keeper moved in to greet her.

"Good day, mistress," the beard lowered. Crimson eyes kept their ground.

"Soon to get better," Jaina widened the mouth of her pouch. "How does morning greet my Storm?"

"Mhm, good good. Restless lad, that. Had his chain mended a day ago, yet he still bends and twists the links."

"Dragons need sky above them, not stone. You should know that by now."

The old man grunted. Tap.Tap.Tap. The wooden stick hit the ground as the cripple struggled to keep up with the queen. "Meh, yeh, yeh. Always right, your highness."

Jaina climbed the stairs leading to the roost. Metal arches split the generous room into four sections. Jaina walked to the onyx one, tracing the engraved walls until she was facing a sturdy metal door.

The key from her pouch saw it parted. Jaina's skin tingled with anticipation. A gale filled her ears. Fierce and wild, like upcoming thunder. Then the growl of her dragon. The mellow sound paired with the rattling of metal as Storm paced around his enclosure.

The dragon crouched and lashed when she got close. Claws scratched stone, and wings gave life to dust. The queen's hair flew in the wind, matching the dragon's scales in color.

"Calm, dear one. Caaalm!" Jaina yelped, barely avoiding a lashing paw. Even when his shoulders matched Jaina's height, the dragon still acted like a hatchling.

When Storm's energy was doused, Jaina approached. The dragon licked and nuzzled her hand, purring with obvious delight. The coal slits of his eyes expanded as his scaly eyelids drooped. Jaina hugged the dragon's snout, arms embracing the sides of his jaw. She always appreciated the smoothness of the scales. Warm gusts left Storm's nostrils, spilling down Jaina's chest. The queen moved a hand down the dragon's nostrils. She met something moist, warm, and slightly rough. It slid against her dress, tickling her meat. Jaina chuckled, poking her hand inside Storm's mouth. The dragon licked her hand.

"You are my favorite," Jaina stroke his midnight scales. "Yes, yes," she cooed when she felt the dragon's breath upon her breasts. So warm...

Jaina gasped. The warmth trickled and puffed. It slid between thighs. A shiver took her.

"Not there," she pushed the curious snout away. "Naaagh," her lower lips trembled in defiance. "No!"

A hard slap saw an end to the dragon's curiosity. She was a queen. Queens had dignity and pride. How could she rule hundreds of thousands of people if she couldn't rule herself? Jaina poked her tongue between teeth, nibbling on her cheeks. This wasn't the only time Storm showed interest in her. If that was the case, why did feel so hot? The air was scalding, warmed by an unrelenting desire.

A scoff brought an end to her thoughts. Jaina took a few steps back from the dragon. Blinking, Storm looked at her with fiery eyes before touching the ground with his belly. He looked at Jaina briefly before his serpentine snout curled around a forepaw.

Jaina sighed and leaned against one of Storm's forelegs. Her own limbs quivered with unspent lust. Almost a week passed since Relan satisfied her. A week! Saren and Melan ate away at his kingdom with each passing day, and instead of taking up arms, her husband heeded council. And not even her own! Women had mind for other things, he kept saying.

"I told him to hold that god forsaken path. Told him. The fool didn't. His ears belonged to bishop Eron, and that stupid talk of peace," Jaina leaned her head on Storm's forehead, just between his horns. Some stains on paper do not bring peace."

The dragon growled softly. Jaina's hands moved gently across his neck.

"I advised aggression. Mere gale to his hardened ears. Am I only good for breeding?" She asked the dragon. "Am I like your females?"

No answer was given, yet the simple thought stirred wild dreams. Jaina remembered about the one she had this morning, and cunt stirred in response. A dragon mated her!

Her lip bled, pressed too hard by teeth. Her fingers stopped just below her waist.

Duty above desire, she repeated. She couldn't disgrace her husband. Not like this. Women and beasts weren't made to lay. But lay they did. Jaina's awareness slowly faded. Weariness took her.

Something moved. Jaina groaned, opening her eyes. Her "pillow" was gone. Storm rose to his feet and plunged his snout into the water basin. Jaina watched the movement of his tail. She always liked its restlessness. The flame colored wings glazed away the darkness of his hide. She liked that as well, along with the pale color of his underside. How beautiful her Storm was!

The dragon turned his head towards her. Jaina rubbed his snout, then the pale scales of his softer belly. Smooth scales scratched the smooth skin of her palm. She remembered what she'd seen there two days ago. Something between his legs.

And the warmth she felt between her own.

The queen gently massaged his muscular flank before making the move.

"I've had you for two years, drake. I held you when you were as tall as my fist."

The dragon craned his head and shifted his position. Jaina smiled, "I had no way of telling your gender until...that happened. You've grown so much." The queen rubbed Storm's neck. With the other hand, she reached between the dragon's hind legs. Her fingers scratched and prodded at his underbelly.

The dragon growled, a much different sound than when he greeted her. Jaina's arm felt numb with purpose. Flesh and scales parted, revealing a moist protrusion. Jaina grabbed the tip of the emerging member. Blood quickened its flow, and her lower lips kissed each other with every heartbeat.

She gave the member a gentle squeeze, rubbing and kneading as it expanded in her palm. Storm fidgeted. He turned his head, gently nipping at the bold arm. When he didn't succeed, he growled and flapped his wings.

Jaina jumped back. Her own body burned with lust, fueled by presented sight. Her palm slid against the ridges of flesh. Warm slime coated it. Jaina's face flushed. The member throbbed and pushed its bulge past her forearm. Jaina stumbled, grabbing the swollen meat with both hands. It was a hideous thing. A blunt spear webbed with veins bathed in dark crimson. Jaina rubbed once, twice, thrice, circling, pushing, and caressing until a long growl left Storm's throat.

The dragon thrust his hips several time, then rose on his fours. He walked around, hissing. A member wider than an arm dangled beneath his belly. It tensed whenever his hips pierced the air. Jaina took control of the confused dragon. She rubbed his belly with one hand while the other worked his member. The flesh was warm and slick with slime. The queen's jaw tightened. She cupped the tip and kneaded with determination.

Storm hissed, growled, and even roared. Jaina's cunt ate her dress. The silky fabric got between her lower lips, which constantly contracted and quivered like shaken stew. Her legs trembled with pleasure and weakness. Why did it feel so good?

Jaina gasped when the first throb happened. Storm's throat rumbled as he lowered his belly closer to the ground. His growls increased in both length and intensity, yet the voice that shouted was definitely human.

Jaina froze.

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Sudden cliff-hanger! You probably hate it. I do too. this is no way of ending a story, but like I've said, more will come. Please rate, review and tell me your opinions. I'll be very grateful. Thanks for reading!

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