The Princess Plea

Princess Rebecca is desperate to recruit a powerful ally to retake her planet, so she visits the powerful astral wyrm Obsidian in the hopes of persuading him to help her. The dragon is however famous for enthralling beautiful women to be his lovers... can Becky resist his power and magic and yet secure his support?

...the answer should be pretty obvious

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The dragon Obsidian is this story is not the one from my usual series, but a space opera AU version that's a bit more trigger-happy with mind control spells, and Becky is my friend Knight of Roses' OC, she is used here (heh) with their permission.

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Becky patiently waited for the automated docking procedures to finish so she may disembark. Security was tight in this place, understandably so, for she imagined many craved the treasures surely hidden here. Not to mention that its owner was famous for being rather protective of the people around him.

Finally, an all clear message displayed in green text on the console of her craft, and she wasted no time in releasing her seat safeties and quickly moving towards the airlock.

The princess quickly peeled off the skin tight flight suit she had been wearing, exposing her luscious and glossy short purple fur. She chucked the folded space gear into a supply closet close to the exit, and stepped into her waterless shower. The cleaning waves slowly removed any grime or sweat accumulated by her body after being basically vacuum packed in her flight suit for so long.

A shower like this was nowhere near as pleasant as a traditional one, but it was fast and effective, so it was more than enough for now.

Once she was done, she carefully started donning her more regal outfit, something she felt was more appropriate for this meeting.

First, she wrapped around her slender hips a blue silken skirt that was so translucent as to be almost transparent, leaving no mysteries about her body under it. The fabric fell along her backside till it reached below her knees, but the front was asymmetrical. It had two big slits over her thighs, leaving her fur exposed there, before extending again below her crotch and ending slightly higher than the backside. She secured it with a luxurious silver belt with red gems that wrapped around her waist and both over and above her two sinuous tails.

Her top was equally breezy, basically two long and soft strips of blue silk that she tightly wrapped around her perky breasts, securing them as best she could so they didn't bounce too much when she walked.

She complimented her sparse clothing with jewellery, donning her silver forearm bands, bracelets, and leg bands. Finally, she topped the whole look with her royal silver gorget around her neck and shoulders, its red jewels twinkling under the lights of her small ship.

Thankfully, she didn't need to decorate her long cat ears, for she didn't see the need to remove them when putting on her roomy flight helmet.

After a quick brush of her short black hair with white highlights, she finally felt presentable enough to meet her host.

Becky took a moment to breathe before pulling the lever that opened the airlock, which hissed and creaked as the secure fittings on the hull opened and a simple yet functional staircase deployed.

Her feline paws carefully walked down the steps as she took in the immensity of the hangar. A place like this could certainly host some rather large vessels, perhaps as big as a destroyer or even a small cruiser, making her small shuttle look miniscule by comparison.

A pair of power armoured wearing guards waited for her at the bottom, their faces covered by their draconic looking black helmets. They gave her a polite salute as she came down.

"Welcome to the Lair, princess Rebecca," said one of them with a male slightly distorted by their helmet's speaker, "we hope you had a nice flight."

Becky raised her hand and smiled, indicating they should be at ease. "Thank you for the welcome, it was a quiet flight, which I appreciate given the circumstances."

Both guards nodded at her before relaxing their pose and speaking again. "Please follow us, we will escort you to your quarters so you may relax and freshen up before you see Master Obsidian."

Becky shook her head in response, "it's OK, I ate on the way here, and I'm clean enough, I would rather see your Master now, if possible..."

The guards looked at each other and one of them shrugged. Suddenly, one tilted their head, obviously receiving a message via their communicator.

"Master Obsidian says he will see you now," the guard said, saluting Becky once more.

Becky crossed her arms looking at them, she was anxious to speak with the dragon, so this worked for her, "excellent, let us go then."

Both guards nodded and started walking briskly towards one of the multiple entrances to the hangar. The amount of equipment and crew around made Becky think this place was usually a blur of activity, but she must have arrived in a quiet moment. Many of the workers lounged around chatting to each other or playing games just to pass the time.

Most of the crews were kobolds. Unsurprisingly, the short yet sharp humanoid creatures had been created eons ago by the first Astral Wyrms to be their servants. A role they maintained to this day with a devotion and diligence almost unheard of by any other sapient creatures.

They were not the only sapients here, though, for many creatures from all parts of the system and even the galaxy dotted the scaled ranks of the kobold workers. Many of them also sported some draconic features... wyrm blooded, to be sure.

Astral dragons were, as far as anyone knew, all born male, and were voracious breeders, their children with other sapients becoming the backbone of their organisations and carrying their word and power all along known space.

The master of this place, Obsidian, was particularly famous, or perhaps infamous, for this. Unlike most of his kind, who only took lovers as flings or perhaps to breed powerful servants, Obsidian had built himself a harem of allegedly beloved wives, lovers, and living toys. He used his powerful binding magic to tether them to his soul, thus making them as long-lived as he was, but in turn making them even more devotedly obedient than even the most loyal of kobolds.

It was a risk she had contemplated on the way here... but the dragon was such a powerful potential ally that she felt it was worth it. Not that she was against perhaps spending a night or two with a creature like him, her urgings as the vessel for a fertility goddess definitely made the proposition appetising, though she would never admit this out loud.

She was escorted through a few hallways and security checks until they boarded a small train carriage which seemed to be part of the station's transport systems. As the vehicle moved along its silent tracks, Becky could see from her window how the hollowed out interior of this massive asteroid had been turned into, effectively, a small city. Groups of kobolds, half dragons, and other sapients went around their business, working, shopping, or socialising in shockingly big plazas and green spaces for a space station.

Some of the greenery and water features reminded Becky of her home, now under the control of that traitorous stallion, which made her feel nostalgic and angry at the same time.

The view of the streets disappeared as the vehicle disappeared inside a tunnel, leaving her and the guards in quiet twilight till it emerged on a big circular space. As they came to a stop, one of the guards stood in front of the exit of the vehicle while some system scanned them up and down before opening.

With a polite gesture, the other guard ushered Becky to step out, which she did, try to act as calmly as possible. The princess was trying to hide how desperate she was for things to work out with the Master of this place.

This plaza they were in, for lack of a better term, seemed to be the nexus of the private wing of the station, which gorgeously decorated tunnels and small vehicles roaming around the place. There were no crowds here, just some individuals here and there.

In the middle, there was a huge lift ingrained in some kind of tube that reached well past the ceiling, and towards which Becky was being directed to go.

As they reached the lift, it slid open with a smooth sound, and one of the guards politely pointed inside it while looking at the princess.

"Your majesty, this lift will take you up to Master Obsidian..." the guard said, their face still hidden by the dark visor of their draconic looking armour.

Becky nodded at him, "won't you be escorting me up?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

Both guards shook their heads, "no need, this lift will take you directly to Master Obsidian, and he gave orders to not do any further security checks on you... you are also free to use your magic, just be sensible about it."

This surprised Becky, surely even a creature as powerful as an Astral Wyrm would need to be cautious, for many would kill to capture him or even just somehow abscond with a part of his body. For there was great arcane might on even just the finger of a creature like him.

Still, she didn't question her good luck, and stepped into the lift as requested, giving both polite guards a little bow.

Her escorts saluted her with a fist on their hearts, and disappeared from view as the lift closed and commended its trip upwards.

About to meet an Astral Wyrm, thought Becky, that's something she would have been absolutely giddy about when she was just a kitten. They were such creatures of legend, supposedly the eldest ones were born directly from the cores of stars, their beings suffused with solar plasma and pure unadulterated power.

Whatever magic had brought them to be, it has spawned them as male only, at least at birth. While they were incredibly rare in the galaxy, their presence could be felt many systems away from wherever they decided to build their lairs. For Astral Wyrms lived an extremely long time, growing increasingly more powerful as time went on, able to grow their size at will to be as big as a battle cruiser. Some were so strong as to fell whole war fleets on their own.

And yet, if rumours were to be believed, their magical prowess was even stronger, myths telling of Astral Wyrms using spells to put entire systems to sleep, move planets or just obliterate enemies with a snap of their claws, regardless of where they were.

Becky doubted the veracity of some of these claims, but one thing was certain, they were immensely powerful.

To top it all off, because of the quirky way their reproduction worked, their families were extensive, loyal, and deeply well-connected, their legacies lasting longer even than their already long lifespan. This was due to the fact that since all Astral Wyrms were born male, they could only reproduce with other sapients, their magical nature making any incompatible biologies a complete non issue.

Most of the descendants from an Astral Wyrm would be what it's colloquially called half-dragons, members of whatever species their biological mother was, but shared some aspects of their draconic parentage, such as horns, tails, wings, and such. They also tended to be quite powerful, though nowhere near as powerful as their draconic parent, and somehow like kobolds also had an intrinsic bond with the dragon that sired them, allowing their powerful sire to call on them if they ever needed to.

Sadly, or luckily, depending on the viewpoint, whatever arcane power suffused half-dragons seemed to diminish with each passing generation, though sometimes it flared up randomly on very distant descendants. Some even speculated that kobolds were extremely long removed descendants of the very first half-dragons, but as far as Becky knew this was just a rumour.

Sometimes an Astral Wyrm would find a creature imbued with deep arcane or mystical power, one that is also particularly compatible with their own overwhelmingly powerful essence. When this happened, it wasn't rare for the Astral Wyrm to claim such a person as their partner, thoroughly bind them to themselves, and then repeatedly breed them, suffusing them with astral power till they could be impregnated with a proper Astral Wyrm egg, thus securing their own legacy.

From what she knew, even when securing the right partner, Astral Wyrms rarely created more of their number, most only siring two or three wyrmlings through their thousands of years of life.

As far as Becky knew, Obsidian had no such progeny, though, then again, they were secretive creatures by nature.

With a quiet hum, the lift reached its destination, and its doors slid open into a big open area.

It was something akin to an observation deck, with a massive open ceiling that gave view to the beauty of space. Becky hadn't seen such an opening when she was approaching with her craft, so this place was perhaps hidden in a crater or even cloaked with some magic or technology.

The private Observation deck was decorated with a gorgeous open fountain, green spaces, benches, and pillows so big they might serve as beds. A soothing sound of water and quiet nature filled it, making Becky feel more at ease.

While she was distracted with the sights, a huge black figure had advanced closer to her, moving past the fountain. Becky's head snapped back looking ahead, just for her gaze to meet with that of the one she had been hoping to see, the Astral Wyrm Obsidian.

The creature looked at her with his deep orange eyes, which were radiant as a solar flare, slowly admiring his guest as a smile showed in his reptilian face.

While Astral Wyrms could use their power to enlarge themselves to truly colossal proportions, their adult size tended to be somewhere around a big horse and a small elephant, with long sinuous and muscular bodies that would remind most of a feline rather than a reptile, despite the scales.

Obsidian did not disappoint in this regard, his head towering above Becky despite his quadruped gait, making the princess feel small and defenceless.

"Ah, princess Rebecca, welcome to my home..." said the dragon with a deep soothing voice that was shockingly sensual, giving Becky goosebumps for a moment.

The princess quickly responded with a well rehearsed and polite curtsy, timidly smiling at the dragon.

"Lord Obsidian, it's a pleasure to finally meet you..." she said, utterly in awe of the dragon, a burning storm of emotions already bubbling in her midsection.

The wyrm bowed his head in response with a smile before speaking to her again, "please, follow me, I have prepared something more comfortable for us to speak."

Becky nodded at her host and followed the dragon as he turned around and walked away from the lift. His body gleamed under the bright yet warm light of this place, his scales, black and glossy like volcanic glass, glittering with every step.

Long thick lines of power seemed to crisscross his body, almost like the pattern of a circuit or some such, and they seemed to glow with the pattern of a starry sky, their fluctuating glimmers utterly hypnotic.

His long body was muscular, with his hind legs bigger and thicker than his front ones, something unsurprising as Becky was aware Astral Wyrms could stand and walk on two legs if they pleased, though from what she had heard it was rare for them to do so. Both his feet and hands, for lack of a better term, sported deadly retractable claws that did soft clicking sounds against the ground, their sharpness so legendary swords and daggers made of Astral Wyrm claws famously being able to cut even through things a plasma sword was unable to.

A pair of enormous retractable bat-like wings rested on his back, currently folded like a classy cape on the big creature.

Becky felt entranced by the swaying of his long thick tail, which she found enticing and attractive.

The princess held a hand over her midsection again, trying to not raise suspicion, her divine blessing made her attracted to all manner of creatures and Obsidian was having a particularly powerful pull on her. She normally wouldn't have minded it, but the stakes today were high, she couldn't afford to make a mistake or faux pas.

After a scant few moments walking through the gardens, Obsidian led them to a small little alcove by the far wall, where something akin to a nest had been assembled, with many dragons sized soft pillows arranged against the wall and an ample amount of regular sized ones scattered along the area.

Becky suspected many of this were for his lovers and entourage, which were currently away while their Master spoke with his guest.

The dragon gestured to a comfortable pillow placed in front of his comfortable nest, letting Becky know it was for her.

She of course bowed back at him and comfortably sat herself on the silky surface cross-legged, trying to still look as regal as possible. Her host however, didn't seem to have the same qualms and after an acute cat-like stretch he sat like a content feline on one of the bigger pillows.

"Would you like something to drink, your majesty?" he said, looking at her intently with his burning eyes.

Becky thought for a moment before speaking, "just some water, if it's not too much trouble, I wish to remain sharp for our discussion, my lord."

Obsidian nodded and with the wave of his claw a tall glass of fresh water materialised before Becky, who after giving him a polite bow with her head picked it up and took a long sip, hydrating her parched mouth due to her nerves.

With a satisfied sigh, she placed the now empty glass next to her pillow, but it quickly banished with another wave of the dragon's claw.

Her host leaned forward, crossing his front claws and resting his snout on his fingers, an almost mischievous smile on his face.

Becky couldn't help but take a long look at his head, it mostly looked reptilian, with a shape vaguely reminiscent of an alligator, but with a shorter snout. A curved horn, almost like the one of a rhino, but much smaller, protruded from between his nostrils at the tip of his nose, with two additional horns, these much longer and bigger, swept back from above his eyes, almost like a crown.

Smaller horn-like protrusions started between his main pair of horns, growing in size as they travelled down his head and his spine until they became a mighty fin that seemed to travel from the back of his head all the way to his tail. Two smaller and secluded fins grew from behind his jaws and extended all the way to where his ears should have been, had he been a regular humanoid.

Obsidian noticed that Becky was somewhat awestruck with him and tilted his head sideways, his grinning smile showing some of his shiny ivory teeth, a soft purr rumbling from his insides.

"Do you like what you see, princess?" he said in a flirtatious tone that caught Becky by surprise.

The princess was flustered for a second before looking away with her long ears pointing high, her serious face hiding the fact she was a tad ashamed of her actions.

"My apologies, my lord, it's my first time meeting an Astral Wyrm," she said, trying to maintain a façade of dignity.

The dragon chuckled to himself and grinned once more, before taking a more serious pose and looking straight at his guest, "do not worry your majesty, I understand."

"Now I believe you wanted to discuss the matter of your kingdom with me... pray tell, your Majesty, tell me how I may help..." he asked her with a tone of curiosity in his deep voice.

Becky took a deep breath, trying to assume her best diplomatic posture, "as I'm sure you're well aware... my kingdom has fallen to treachery... one of my mother's trusted knights betrayed us, and has used his personal influence to stage a coup..."