"This is what the mountain women look like? Fetching, indeed."
The warlord descended the steps from his chair, standing up to his full height, well over seven feet, and stretching his wings to the ceiling to get the blood flowing again and then retracting them. He approached to the kneeling captive, grabbing her chin with a clawed hand and pulling it upward.
The girl's nude form was voluptuous, with wide hips and large buttocks, and heavy breasts on her chest. Shorter than a plains dweller, but substantially so, her bronzed skin was accented with tattoos around her navel and nipples of sunburst patterns. Her auburn hair and green eyes gave her a slightly exotic look.
"The tattoos look enticing, cousin. Part of their savage custom?"
The warlord's seneschal paused a second before answering. Not a half-dragon herself, her red-scaled skin and statuesque build nonetheless marked her as a descendant of Agonagax as well, though her straight black hair, lack of wings, and softer skin showed that the dragon blood was multiple generations back. Her cadet's uniform, notably less battle-worn than the etched leather cuirass worn by her superior, could nonetheless not conceal her huge breasts and feminine curves, seemingly contradicting her amazonian build and soldier's poise.
"The tattoos mark her as being available for marriage. When one of their daughters comes of age, she is tattooed and forbidden from wearing clothes until someone offers her family a price for her, or at least until the winter months come. When she is married she is tattooed again."
"In what manner? I must say, something about it seems quite beautiful."
"The clan mark of her husband's family is inked on her." The seneschal gestured to her own lower belly.
"On her sex? Sounds painful for these soft-skinned humans."
"Not on it, Gyren, but more above it."
The warlord stepped closer to his cousin, poking her as he queried.
"Here?" he asked, prodding the top of her cleft through her skirt. "Or here, below the navel?"
The woman blushed at her cousin and commander's invasion of her personal space. She was sworn to his command, and to die for him if necessary, but this embarrassed her immensely. She was glad that only a slave who could barely speak a few words of the civilized tongue was the only witness to it. Gyren was a son of the king, and a brilliant war leader besides, and handsome, and Astar would certainly have shared his nest if he had asked her to. It was not uncommon for a commander to sleep with his or her subordinates; what made the situation awkward was that she was female. Female humans did not serve in the army; dragon-touched women did. The problem, then, was that if she became pregnant by Gyren, she became one of his concubines, his property.
That was the eventual fate of any daughter of the nobility, but to be gotten with child from a deployment relationship was a sign of the worst sort of promiscuity - a sign that a dragon-touched woman could not keep her mind off of breeding when she was supposed to be focusing on service in the king's armies. Astar, however, could not help but be subjected to a whirlwind of relief, annoyance, and distraction whenever her cousin treated her body in this way. In a matter-of-fact way, like he didn't even see her as a woman. It was refreshing to know that they could interact in the close confines of military life and not have it be improper. It was annoying to her that he treated her body like an object to be used at will by him, despite the fact that he could send her to die if he so chose. And it was distracting because he was the most overpoweringly handsome man she had ever spent time in close quarters with, and when he corrected her spear form with his strong hands she wished that he would spend more time grabbing other parts of her body.
She fought to keep her focus on the here and now.
"Usually the first. Right above the cleft."
"Fascinating. Marking their property, eh?"
"Yes. So that other men know she is not to be touched." Gyren's hand no longer prodded her, but his extreme closeness made Astar's stomach flutter. His yellow eyes stared right down into hers, unblinking.
The half-dragon broke the stare with his subordinate and circled around the captive, who remained silent and seated.
"Does she understand you?"
"Yes, I can get by in the hill tongue now, but she only knows a few words of our speech."
"Good. Tell her my name, ask her hers, and let her know that she is now my property."
Astar translated. The girl furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, then responded.
'My name is Terin. Am I to be this dragon's wife?'
'No, his concubine. He already has a wife, a noble lady.'
'Dragon-lady, I am confused. Should not a powerful man like him want many wives?'
'In our lands, we only have one man and one wife. But a man may take concubines.'
'Do you mean junior wives? This I understand; he has a senior wife and I am to be a junior wife.'
'It may be much the same thing, in practice, but we use different words.'
Gyren's keen eyes watched the exchange between the two women.
"Does she understand?"
"Yes, cousin. Her name is Terin."
"Tell her to come with us." Gyren started towards the back of the reception hall, loosening his cuirass and letting it fall to the floor before pulling the red curtain to his raised bed back. He sat at the side of it, removing his greaves before doing the same with his breechcloth.
Astar inhaled sharply at the sight of her cousin's muscled body. She turned to the mountain woman.
'He says... you are to... come with him.' stammered Astar, more from awkwardness than due to any unfamiliarity with the language, which, despite her modesty earlier, she had mastered with little difficulty.
'I am to be bred now?' asked Terin. She walked ahead of Astar, who despite her trepidation at the situation couldn't help notice how the mountain girl's curvy body effortlessly moved in the most sensual manner possible, her hips moving with an enticing rocking motion and her arms caressing her own body sensually.
Astar didn't answer. It was clear Terin had figured out what was going on. She turned to leave but was stopped by Gyren's command.
"Stay, cousin. I will need you to translate." Gyren's manhood sprang free, massive and still only half-erect, wide and ridged like a dragon's. His newest concubine kneeled before him, looking up at him with a look of lust.
'Please tell my lord that I await his command to please him with my mouth.'
"She's... she's asking if she can suck you." Astar had to force out the words, her eyes transfixed on the massive tool between Gyren's legs. The cocks of dragon-touched men were large, and that of a half-dragon massive, it was said that no woman who had had one could be satisfied with a mortal's cock again. It was also said that dragon-touched women could only be satisfied with such a manhood as well.
Astar would not disagree with those stories. She kept her sexual liasons to other women, to avoid the chance of being bred, but seeing that magnificent cock made her wish she didn't have to. Dragon-touched women were tight, due to their finely muscled bodies, inside and out, but their hardier constitution, draconic resistance to pain, and quick healing meant that they could handle massively large cocks, even those of pureblooded dragons, as a matter of course. Astar sometimes ached for something inside of her, but the fingers of her lovers were just not enough.
"Cousin?" Gyren's voice. He had clearly said something that Astar had missed in her reverie.
"Sorry. What?" Astar shook her head, clearing it.
"Tell her that she of course may. She does not have to ask permission; I will stop her if she displeases me. Also, mention that I do not want to hurt her, and have her let me know when she is feeling wet enough to receive me."
Astar flushed again with arousal and embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she was this horny; the libidos of the dragon-touched increased with age, and she was only twenty-two, still only a year out of the academy. To be distracted like this was unbecoming of a soldier, and to be distracted by her cousin who clearly wasn't interested in her was unbecoming of a different sort.
'As a concubine, you may, and are expected to, anticipate his needs without asking his assent. He will stop you if you do something he does not wish, but it is no great disrespect. A concubine should be eager to please her master at all times; better to be too eager than not enough.'
Terin nodded and bent down to lick the sides of Gyren's massive cock, stroking it with hands that seemed delicate next to the powerful organ. Her plump lips stretched around the flared head, not able to fully encompass it. The half-dragon stared intently at his newest concubine, watching her service him.
'Lord Gyren also cautions that you, ah, be sure you are ready to receive him. He does not wish to harm you.'
'Certainly, lady. What good wife, or concubine, does not ache for the vitality-' Terin paused to lick and slurp as a stream of precum began to fountain out of the tip of her lord's cock. She continued. '-of her master's manhood?'