This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"I see you have come."
Vaeros stated the obvious, the dragon's head held high, though his lips quirked in the hint of a smirk. The dark-scaled drake was accentuated with gold plate scales lining the underside of his neck and down under his belly, a striking shade that would have drawn the eye if not for the red highlights across his head-frill, running down the length of his spine, all the way down to his tail. He was a dragon to behold, powerful with wings that seemed to stretch out and out, going on forever. When he flapped, thunder cracked, and the king of dragons had not won his position in the lofty castle through softness and gentleness. War was the language that he understood, after all.
Before the drake in his grand entrance hall, lined with pillars and twisted, rare vines, stood a dragoness, though she kept her true desires and intentions hidden behind sharp eyes, her head ever so slightly tilted. Her smile did not show, but it danced on the inside.
She was a little smaller than him, her scales darker than his, though the kind of black that had a hint of blue in it, reminding one of the deepest night. She didn't have big, ridged horns like him, but large ears tapered to a petal-like point that slipped back from her head in the place of horns, twitching whenever they needed to catch and shape a particular sound. Her body was a little longer and leaning, offering a side of agility to her, the sinuous, flowing lines of her body drawing the eye along her entire frame. A long mane of light, rippling hair flowed down the back of her neck in lieu of spines or ridges, easing into a gentle edge to her physique. Her wings were kept neatly folded in against her back, though it was by no means an act of deference to the dragon king, Vaeros. She was there to prove something, even if the king might have gotten the wrong impression of her.
Where he fought with muscles and sharp teeth, sinking them into the flesh of his enemies, she had her wits and her words at her disposal. For there was something she would not leave the castle without.
The king, after all, had not proven to her, not yet, that he was her king...
"The name is Sybil," she offered, holding back all else that she could have said. "But I already know who you are, King Vaeros."
The drake's lips stilled into a firm line. The dragoness looked at him like he was a hatchling, as if he was one beneath her claws, though she had to be younger than he.
Tension crackled in the air, a tangible force sparking between the two, as if an invisible wall had gone up. The king surveyed her, neither dragon giving way, though his stance stiffened, as if he was trying to make himself larger, facing off against her as he had done with so many dragons before on the battlefield.
"I see my reputation precedes me," Vaeros said, a bored note entering his tone, tail flicking as if in dismissal. "What brings you to my castle then, dragoness, or is it the rumours of your rebellion that precede you?"
Sybil grinned, showing a flash of white teeth.
"Oh, my king... I would never have thought that you would be one to listen to the gossip mill, not like that. Or are the maids here so boring in their chatter that you must seek out juicier tales from further afield? I solely came with the intent to join our kingdoms...but I see that I found a hatchling here and not a king."
