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 sighed softly, sitting on a large, padded cushion before a table, which were both, thankfully, more than large enough for her size as a dragon. Her head dipped subtly, leafing through the book, though she tried not to let too many of her worries colour her actions. The library was a godsend, under the castle foundations, though she had thought that there would be catacombs down there. It was one more way in which the king had surprised her, though she should have realised that he was always going to surprise her. He was not, after all, the dragon that she had expected to find there, not even while knowing that she was the very best of the best, the only dragoness suitable in all the land and beyond for the role of Queen.
"Where now... Hm..."
She muttered to herself as she pored over the tomes, books strewn across the table before her. There was so much to go through that she could hardly be blamed for feeling stuck, not knowing what to look at next. Perhaps agriculture? The land seeded differently there from what she was used to. And, of course, there were the books on draconic pregnancy and raising hatchlings, something entirely new to her, sure that there was a clutch inside her, growing already. She didn't know how she knew, but maybe it was something that only a mother could know.
Truth be told...she was anxious. Vaeros' opinion of her was made up, as it always should have been, but the problem there was that she didn't know if she knew enough about the land, the politics, the intricacies of high dragon society. Rather than admit that to anyone around her, someone that might have been able to assist, she had taken herself down to the library, which she had only recently become aware of, delving into the books that may, in some small way, offer an answer to her situation.
Even if she didn't quite know what her situation was, bundling down her insecurities and shoving them into a deep, dark corner of her being where, perhaps, she didn't have to pay them as much mind anymore.
The dragoness sighed, seeking her answers, answers to questions that had not even formed yet. But she did not know that she was being watched.
Having searched out his dragoness under the belly of the castle, Vaeros strode into the library, his claws raised slightly so that they would not tap on the stones, towering bookshelves rising around them, the ceiling so high that the dragon king could have flown in there if he had wanted to. Yet he didn't have to, not that time, for the dragoness that he sought was at one of the large tables, actually not all that far from his usual reading nook. Of course, with his size and huge wings, it was not much of a nook but a corner that he had claimed as his own, kept exactly as he liked it, ideal for required reading and for his own pleasure too.
He inhaled slowly, nostrils puckering and flaring as, very carefully, he sifted through the scents in the air. Of course, his dragoness was there, but there was something else too, something deeper than even the aged must of the books, a scent that was tainted with concern. There was a lot to be told from a dragon's scent, after all, even though it was not the most common way of getting to know another in modern times, but it still conveyed useful information from a distance, the king's brow furrowing.
That wasn't right, not as he took in the stiff set of her rounded neck, how she hunched down a little closer to the books than seemed natural. Even her wings were pinned down tightly to her back, too tightly, as if she was trying to cradle herself, no longer relaxing them away from her body.
Something was wrong with his queen, even though he had not yet formally announced the dragoness to be his queen. And he was going to uncover exactly what the issue was.
"I did not expect to find you down here," he said smoothly, covering up his concern for her with a swing to his tail. "It seems that you have found my library and taken your liberties with the books. I expected nothing less from you, though there is a private wing of the library too, if you would like to delve deeper."
Her head shot up at his first word, expression shifting, melding into her canny wit, the ridge of scales above one eyebrow raised.
"Oh, I did not realise that the queen was not supposed to partake in the king's private library," she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Perhaps you should have an entirely new wing of the castle converted into a library, just for me?"
She smiled. That was a nice thought, actually, and she would rather have liked an entire wing for herself -- probably not because she would have spent all that much time there, but because she enjoyed the status. There were certainly perks that came with being queen, the lanterns around both dragons numerous enough and flickering with dragon-fire, lighting up everything they needed to see of the library quite clearly. Being that both dragons could see perfectly well in the dark too, a little less so at dawn and dusk while the light was changing, they were there more for ambience than the need to see. She rather liked that, at least for herself.
The king raised his head a little and she swiftly drew and closed the book she was reading towards her with a decisive snap. In the quiet of the library, it was startlingly loud.
"What have you come for, my king?" She said as smoothly as she could, proud that there was not even a hint of a tremor in her voice. "I did not think it was time, not yet, for us to enjoy the pleasures of one another's bodies again...but perhaps you cannot get enough for a body as fine as mine."
Vaeros chuckled, settling in close to her, his tail sweeping out to brush hers. The dragoness purred softly, throat trembling with vibrations, though was quick to sweep the most concerning of tomes and scrolls off the table with her wing while twining her tail around Vaeros'. That, at least, would have to be enough distraction for him.
"As much as I would adore spending time with you," he said, "there is something amiss here. I will not have such unrest in the soul of the dragoness who has vied so strongly and convincingly to be my queen. So, what will it take for you to open your heart to me?"
She rolled her eyes. Oh, he wasn't getting anything out of her that easily -- or at all! But her heart did funny things when he pressed in close to her like that without an ounce of sexual intent, skipping a beat, not feeling as if it was beating quite as steadily as before, though it was probably all in her head.
"Are you worried about me, my king?" She teased, though her heart still beat too quickly. "How your court would see you now! The strong and the mighty, concerned about the damsel. And yet I am no damsel and neither am I in distress, Vaeros."
