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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The dragoness stood tall and proud on the castle's spire, the large, flat area ringed with a ridged wall, which was reminiscent of an older time when humans had been in power. Of course, the castle that King Vaeros, the dragon ruler, had taken over had been modified for dragons in the many, many years between, all his rule, even if there were still remnants, such as the ramparts.
She didn't mind that. The history of the place was one of the reasons that she had spent time flying over and around it, not only to map it out for her safety and security. If she was to succeed and prove herself worthy of being King Vaeros' queen and consort, she would need to show him every little detail of her skill, everything she had. Of course, she already knew that she was more than good enough for Vaeros -- it was all a matter of showing him exactly what she was made of with her ferocity, her grace, her poise.
She was everything that he needed in a queen as a light rain drizzled down over their scales, highlighting the black of his back, though the drake's red markings could barely be seen in the dimness of the night. There were no stars, covered by a thick layer of cloud, mist swirling, descending, clouding them softly, as if the edges of their forms and bodies were not quite what they seemed.
The braziers, however, had been lit, their bodies casting shadows on the fog itself, as if it had its own presence, swirling and drifting with the faintest breath or flow of wind. He stood before her powerfully, the flames glancing off the yellow of his underbelly, huge and powerful, muscle showing through with how tightly his scales hugged his body, showing everything.
"Strike me."
Vaeros' voice rumbled imposingly over her, though she refused to be quelled, a smirk tugging at her lips as the dragoness lifted her head, defiantly, a notch higher.
"Are you not concerned that I will harm you, my king?" She murmured, her voice as smooth as silk. "This fight would be terribly one-sided, especially with the mist to cloak my scales. That is, of course, if you do not intend to make it a fair fight and strike me back."
The king's eyes narrowed faintly, glowing a sharp gold that seemed to penetrate through the mist itself, despite its dreariness.
"You think you could stand up to a blow from me, whether from teeth or claws?" She could hear the laugh in his voice. "Come, dragoness, if you think yourself worthy to be queen..."
She, of course, understood what it was all about, a test to see if she would, one day, be able to fight at his side, for they could not be such fools as to hope that peace would reign in their lands forevermore. Already, she thought of it as her lands, shared with her king, which was perhaps a little presumptuous of her, but every other suitor had been sent away, exactly as she had expected. How could she possibly think any less of herself when she had already raised herself so high in the world?
Of course, the king was prepared for her, though she had more in mind, a little more to keep him on his toes. For she was not about to make anything easy for him, not as he held himself so high above her, thinking himself better. She was more than willing to accept him as her king, only hers, but she felt as if she was testing him, as her ruler and protector, as much as the king was putting her through a trial.
Her body ached for him, circling through the mist, melting into it, feeling how the dampness clung to her scales, though she kept her breath low and light, stirring it up as little as possible. No wings... Not yet. Not when that would reveal her location.
The bulk of the king was easy to find, but he was not slow either, not stationary, moving, turning, a smirk on his lips. Her heart beat a little bit faster for him, pounding, her body aching for him deeply, as if she could flag her tail for her king right there and then.
But not yet, not yet -- not as she lunged and struck, snapping at his throat, knowing, of course, that he would move out of reach in time. That had only been a test, all to see how quickly he'd reach.
Vaeros laughed and knocked her aside with a wing, though the dragoness only twisted to land agilely on her feet, growling, throat trembling with lust for him.
"My king, you should not play so," she purred, advancing more coyly through the mist as the dampness of the rain eased off a touch. "You could have me, right here, right now. You already know that you have met your queen and, still, you insist on putting me through these trials."
She didn't give him a chance to answer, swiping at his chest, scoring a scrape of her claw, though he yanked back in time, turning to sweep his tail out and under her feet. That forced her to leap into the air, beating her wings, to avoid him, stirring up more and more mist as she used her airborne advantage to melt away again.
Alas, even with the muting effect of the fog, even though it was lifting lightly, becoming increasingly possible to see through, her wing beats could still be heard, giving away where she was, her position. She cursed under her breath, for that was not the impression that she wanted to give her king, that she was thoughtless, using the elements to better her position.
She twisted in mid-air, dropping onto him from above, the weight of her heavy on his back, bearing down, though the drake reared back onto his hind legs in the next moment. Their fight was as fluid as a dance, though she sorely wished it was a mating dance instead, their jaws gnashing together as they filled the night sky with their roars.
Throwing her off, the drake dodged her next hit, using his teeth to ward her back, larger and more opposing than her, even though she would do nicely, he knew, as his queen. The dragoness had to be brought into place, though it was not right to tame her fire, not in any way, not as she feinted and lunged, knocking down a brazier to capture his attention in a smash of metal, flame hissing and sputtering where it no longer had the oil to feed it.
He stepped back with a low, roiling hiss, the dragoness and him circling one another. Her eyes never once left Vaeros.