The Family Name: Part One
The Family Name:
Part One
Xiaohua sat in front of her mirror, and used her favorite coral
comb to pull her long, purple mane back into a wave pattern. Her
blunted claws worked in tandem with the comb to fix every strand of
the silky hair into place, just like her brother would want it. He
would be arriving home today, and that meant that she would be
required to perform their personal ritual like all of the other times
he returned. She let a low sigh escape from between her lips. She
suspected that her father, the Emperor, would soon find out what his
progeny had been up to, and he would most certainly not look
favorably upon the situation. The dragoness finished putting the pins
in to keep her hair fixed in a small knot, rose from her cushion in
front of the vanity mirror, and walked towards her closet. A servant
stood ready to help her dress, but she waved him off. Once she was
certain that the witness was gone she pulled back a mat from the
floor to reveal a set of stairs, and descended downwards into the
darkness. A quick puff of her breath lit a lantern at the bottom to
reveal her real closet in the orange glow of the lamp. "Home..."
Her forepaws reached out to pass a hand over the flowing silk of a
dozen dresses. Each one was made of the finest silk by a tongueless
weaver who could not reveal who had ordered them, or who they were
for. She dismissively removed the plain robe that she had been
wearing up until this point. It fluttered forgotten to the floor
while she selected something more appropriate for this evening's
activities. Her hands lighted upon a blue robe decorated with green
lilies and several orange fish of foreign origin. The dragon began
the difficult process of putting on the robe herself. It was a
complicated matter for a long, feral dragon to do so without the
assistance of a servant without the cloth disgracefully touching the
floor. The soft material settled across the lithe, green-scaled back
like a blanket. She carefully stepped a foreleg into one sleeve, and
then the other. Her ten foot long middle section lifted upwards so
she could cross the sides, and tie the ribbon to hold the entire
package together. Her yellow eyes looked over her form in the
polished mirror. It was to her liking, but his tastes mattered more
in this case.The
Eastern beauty emerged from the hidden wardrobe, returned to her
chambers, and set a sign upon the door that she was not to be
disturbed by any of her personal servants. She could not afford to be
seen by anyone at this point. To do so would be to compromise her
social status in a fatal manner. She did risk glancing from her
balcony out across the city to check for the telltale plume of dust
raised by approaching armies. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw
that one was present. Brother would be home soon, and ripe with that
delightful musk he always carried after a successful campaign in the
fields. Along with it he would carry that desperate need he always
got after being so long without her presence. Her duty was to sate
it. He had made that clear at every moment throughout their
childhood. She was not good for doing much else. He had also made
that fact known to her time and time again when he surpassed her in
every activity. The only things she could do better were womanly
activities such as cooking, cleaning, and providing her body for his
personal amusement. A shameful blush brought a glow to her facial
scales as she thought back on how she did not particularly mind him
being superior. He would most certainly take the throne after father
and mother passed on to join their ancestors. Xiaohua
could
only hope to.... Now was not the time to consider that. She still had
things to prepare.A
wooden bowl was laid down next to a red sheet of cotton cloth. She
nudged the bolt of cloth with her snout to roll it out and create a
canvas upon which they would paint their romance. The dragoness made
certain that the water was pure, and placed a cloth next to it. A
shudder traveled down her long spine as she remember the last time
claws had raked through her thin scales. Cleaning up the blood from
the floorboards before anyone could notice took her all night. She
would be prepared this time. It was not really the cleaning that
bothered her, but the fact that he had been so violent last time. He
had never outright harmed her during previous rituals. Pain had been
present, but it really only served as a form of atonement for what
they were committing themselves to. She craned her neck back to look at the
scars on her rear hip from the wound. Mother had noticed them at
dinner once, but Xiaohua had brushed off her inquiries by stating
that she had been cut by rocks while swimming. She was not certain if
Mother had believed her or had seen through the ruse. Either way, not
another word was spoken about it.Wind
chimes let loose their gentle melody as a breeze picked up. Dusk was
setting, and her brother's forces would soon be home. The usual
ceremonies would take place, a small parade would go through the
streets, and then he would ascend the stairs to her room to claim his
true victory. The dragoness neatly kneeled upon the crimson sheet,
but had to stop halfway down. She trembled a bit in anticipation, and
gazed at the thing that her brother hated so much. A draconic penis
had poked out against the material of her robe, and a bit of precum
was blotting the silk. A male anatomically, she knew that her flesh
was useless for anything. Shuí Kòngzhì's shaft was much larger,
and would be the only one to pass on the royal seed to some chosen
concubine or a daughter of a foreign Emperor. Xiaohua clawed at
the ground in jealousy. While she could carry his prideful spear and
his hot lifegiving serum inside her male body, she was unable to
carry his child like a true female. In the end, she was truly useless
to her brother as anything but a sextoy. His sister was no better to
him than a common street whore. A tear rolled down her cheek. It
dangled on the edge of her chin for a brief moment, and then dripped
onto the ground as the first fireworks erupted into the night sky.
"Brother, make tonight swift," she pleaded to an empty room.