“I-I don’t mean to be rude Y-Your Highness. But with the local bandits still raiding our farmlands, we simply cannot meet our crop quota by the end of the month's time!”


Bandits. Urchins that dwelled and fed on the outskirts of kingdoms, burning and pillaging what they deemed theirs. Helsin Grey, known and revered as the Iron Prince, slouched against his throne, flicking his tail back in forth in a mixture of boredom and annoyance. Bandits had plagued his farmlands for over a week now, despite the mercenaries and troops sent to dispatch them.


The dragon king’s throne was wide enough to accommodate him, yet he almost always laid sideways, letting his tail and head droop over either sides during his hearings with his citizens. 


Lining the wall behind the golden throne were kobold guards,the fiercely loyal lizardfolk that loved and revered the dragons as their true gods. Each stood just under five feet, a rather high stature for their kind but short for most others, clad in custom steel armor made by the king himself. 


The “Iron Prince”, as he was called, earned his nickname from his unique magick of Metal Molding, which let him dissolve any metal into raw magick, and vice-versa. His magick, much like the unique magicks of his siblings, were useable only to them, as did all other dragons throughout the world.


“These bandits have been disposed of twice now. Is that correct?” Helsin said, his gravelly voice echoing within the hall as he lifted his head up to face the farmer, golden eyes burrowing his gaze deep into the commoners chest.


“Y-yes Your Majesty. T-t-that is correct.” The peasant replied, trembling beneath the dragons menacing stare. Helsin puffed a breath of wispy green smoke in annoyance. A plan, however, began to hatch in his mind - one which could get him away from his duties and resolve the issue for a long time to come.


“Very well then.” Helsin said, rising in his throne. “I’ve grown tired of these recurring bandits, and shall deal with them myself.” He motioned to the line of guards that stood at attention beside his throne. “Guard the throne room with your lives while I am away. It should not be long.”


One of the guards closest to Helsin’s throne, his personal guard and anointed captain of the royal guard, stepped forward.


“Your Majesty, if I may.” She requested, kneeling before him.“These bandits are not befitting of wasting even a moment of your time. We can easily dispatch them with hired mercenaries or a platoon of our own army.”


Blackhide, a somewhat befitting name for a dragon half-breed such as her. She removed her helm, revealing her namesake ebony scales. She kept her eyes focused on the ground, making it clear of her utter respect for him.


“You may be correct. However, we must convey a message to all foolish enough to raid my kingdoms land. And what better way to convey that message than to display the fate that will greet any who dare do so?” Helsin said, his echo booming throughout the throne room.


“None that I can foresee, Your Highness.” Blackhide said, donning her helmet once more. Yet she did not rise, nor move back to her position, and Helsin nodded for her to continue. “If you will permit it Your Highness, I wish to accompany you as an added measure of security.”


Helsin felt a smirk tug at his lips as Blackhide awaited his answer. He had known her since the day of her birth, and noticed the subtle movements she unknowingly displayed. Her, along with every guard in the city, knew a band of bandits could hardly scratch his scales, let alone actually harm him. No, she wanted something different.


“Very well then Blackhide, I shall permit you to join me in my hunt” His words echoed within her head, another of his powerful magicks to speak with thought rather than voice.


Helsin strode forward down the steps of his throne, nearly stepping on the farmer that he had entirely forgotten about. 


“You may leave now. The bandits shall no longer ail you as of today.” Helsin stated, watching the shaking farmer bow as he left through the behemoth stone door at the end of his throne room, held open by two guards.


Blackhide began to follow after her king when a feeling of weightlessness took hold of her body, floating her overtop Helsin’s back and onto the base of his neck.


With a beat of his wings the dragon king was airborne, sending gusts of wind billowing through the hall as he rose higher above the floor. He swung his body forward, diving downward as he flew through the open doors, leaving a wake of wind behind him as he ascended further into the air. The city that surrounded his castle whizzed by below, although Blackhide refused to even glance down at the ground that rushed away from them, her eyes welded shut behind her helm’s eyeholes. Helsin could feel her unease, literally, as she had adopted a death grip on his spikes.


“If you so wish, your fear of heights can be erased. As I’ve offered all other times before, such a magic is known to me.” Helsin said within her mind, drowning out the wind that whistled past them.


“No, such a weakness must be conquered of my own will. Anything else would be a shameful disgrace.” She answered, heart pounding in her chest as she forced herself to open her eyes towards the disappearing ground below.


“Then you’d best master it soon, for my city is already behind us” The blurs of brown buildings that she had been watching fly by disappeared entirely in an instant, making way for the vast fields of farmland outside the city border. Blackhide focused on the tempo of her beat, forcing herself to calm.


She would have succeeded, if not for Helsin’s voice as it rang in her head once more: “ Prepare yourself, we descend now.” Blackhide began to protest as she glanced downward - to her own dismay. They had ascended even higher than before, the ground nothing more than a distant blot of green and brown.


Helsin folded in his wings, sending him and Blackhide into a steep dive, a rush of air howling past them as they descended. Blackhide could hardly scream as blood rushed to her head, ears popping at the sudden drop. Any semblance of calm deserted her as she gripped Helsin’s spikes like her life depended upon it.


Helsin, kept a firm grip on her waist with his magick, keeping her from being ripped off his back as they began to swiftly reach the ground. He unfolded his wings, nearly embedding Blackhide’s skull in his back as their speed reduced to a slow glide.


Helsin landed in the center of one of the giant farming plot, landing amidst the glowing berry bushes, many of which had been completely destroyed. He craned his neck around, looking back at Blackhide. Her vision moved of its own accord, leaving her dizzy as she attempted to climb off of Helsin.


She instead began to roll off of him as he lowered a wing to ease her descent, letting her roll onto the ground.


“I apologize my Liege, I was unable to master my fear during our flight...” was all Blacklight muttered as she watched the ground swayed back and forth.


“The return will hopefully prove more fruitful then” He replied, beginning to examine the raided field. 


The farming plot they had landed on was badly burned, with much of the crops had been cut, beaten, or burned to the ground - yet none of the glowing berries had been taken, merely destroyed. Their main crop within his kingdom was a glowing fruit aptly named Chloro Berries for their sickly green glow, the same one his father, Chloroblood, emitted during his reign.


The Glowing Plains, the location of Helsin’s kingdom, was known for many glowing fruits with their small magical properties. The magick within them had no effect when eaten, but any master of magick could siphon that power to gain an incredible source of energy, if even for merely a minute.


Footprints scattered the ruined field, some leading further down towards a small destroyed village, more work of the foolish bandits. What magick remained in the surround berries were soon siphoned into Helsin, his eyes beginning to glow as he took a closer look at the tracks. 


With his empowered eyes, each print glowed various colors, giving him a rough estimate of their ranks, twenty in all. Many of the prints were bare-foot, but one trail was smooth. Metal boots, likely a similar set of platemail to his guards in the castle. Fire and wind had blown all but a trace of their scent, but he could smell the foul stench of Wolfmen and Kobolds. They all seemed to lead from the nearby forest, irritating Helsin at their arrogance.


Blackhide finally climbed to her feet, the swaying of her vision gradually fading as she scanned the surroundings for any movement. Helsin moved his paw over her head, pressing a claw to her helm as he relayed all he had learned of the bandits through his mental link.


“What weapon would you prefer for this battle, captain?” Helsin asked, readying the rest of his excess magick. Magick faded quickly in excess if not used, and she had apparently left her weapon behind. Another hidden motive.


“Anything will do, My King.” She said, stretching out her arms as he considered his options. Helsin made up his mind as he pooled his magick, The shaft of a golden halbert beginning to form out of the air. 


The shaft glowed like a red-hot blade as it slowly manifested, the red fading to an almost glossy gold as the spearhead and blade began to form. It fell from the air when the process was over, landing in Blackhides outreached gauntlet, twirling it once as she awaited his next order.


He shared his plan with her via their mental link. She would follow the bandits trail on foot with the aid of his magick to track the whereabouts of their encampment. He would be flying high above, and would determine their approach as soon as she located their camp.


Blackhide’s eyes began to glow the same tint as his, revealing the tracks of the bandits as well as adding to her already menacing appearance. Helsin took to the air as Blackhide set out for the nearby forest, halbert at the ready if the bandits had set any traps during their leave.


After nearly an hour of trailing their prints, Blackhide could see the glow of a campfire in a clearing. Helsin had also spotted the campfires smoke as he kept high above


Their encampment was mostly leather tents, a few walls of spikes dotting the edges of the clearing as an added defense, but otherwise unsecure. Blackhide removed her gauntlets, leaving her halbert embedded in the dirt as she speared her fingers into the bark of a tree. She climbed halfway up the tree, getting a better view of the camp.


Several bandits stood around the edges of the makeshift camp, yet were clearly not watching for any hostile soldiers - instead chatting amongst themselves. Many of the bandits were gathered around the roaring campfire she had spotted earlier, hooting and hollering as they celebrated their recent raid. 


Helsin, watching the bandits through his captain’s eyes, flew lower to the ground as he spoke to Blackhide.


“I shall dive into their ranks and take them by surprise. As soon as you are able, join me in their slaughter. But remember, we require one alive.” He said, slowly beginning to dive towards their campfire. Blackhide gave an acknowledgement as she descended from her tree, donning her gauntlets and halbert.


 All the bandits could see was a grey blur as Helsin crashed into their campfire, sending embers and burning wood flying as he examined the surprised bandits, noticing none of them wore any metal armor. One bandit, a blue-scaled kobold, stumbled a little too close to Helsin, who wrapped his thick tail between his legs around to his neck, lifting him up high into the air as the bandits recovered.
“Greetings! I am high king Helsin Grey of the Glowing Plains, known as the Iron Prince.” He bellowed into the air, shining a toothy smile as them all as the bandits pulled out their weapons one by one. “You have all made the mistake of laying waste to my peoples farms.” He continued, squeezing the kobold within his tails grasp.


“And for that, I have come her to personally dispose of all of you. Feel honored, as there is no greater glory than to be slain by a dragon king.” The bandits around him spat slurs at him as they readied for battle. The kobold within his grasp struggled further, reaching for his sword at his hip. With a mighty roar, Helsin crushed the kobold with his tail, bones snapping and breaking as the kobold howled in agony. 


Blackhide emerged from the treeline as the bandits began to charge at Helsin, unaware as Blackhide closed the distance in a matter of moments, raising her halbert and issuing her own war cry. 


Several of the bandits turned to face her in surprise, the closest of them lifting his sword to swing at her all too late. She swung her halbert in a high arc, severing the bandit’s shoulder from his body, taking his head with it as it flung into the air.


Her eyes, still glowing behind her helmet, held their gaze on the bandits as the severed arm and head splattered against the dirt, painting the ground in crimson blood. The battle had truly begun as both groups of bandits charged the two separately, howling into the night.


Arrows flung themselves from the trees, aimed at Blackhide and her king. Blackhide hardly moved, letting the arrows ping and deflect off her armor, knocking a few away with her hand that actually could have harmed her.


Helsin on the other hand, let the arrows approach him. As they neared, each stopped within an inch of his scales, hovering in place. He examined one of the arrows that flew close to his eye, showing no care that the bandits surrounding him had begun to attack.


The arrows tips had been fashioned from metal rather than stone, catching him by surprise for a moment, but the rest of the arrow used old or rotting wood. For bandits, they had some half-decent equipment amidst them, at least at first glance. A shame none of it would help them in the end.


The arrows that hung in the air around Helsin flipped around, aiming at one of the tougher looking bandits that brandished an oversized axe, zipping towards him with a flick of Helsin’s wrist. Most of the arrows connected, sinking into the bandit’s chest as he toppled over in his charge, dead.






One bandit swung at the dragon’s neck, ready to behead the king. Another failed attempt, as the sword seemed to disappear in the bandit’s grasp, leaving him confused as Helsin turned and bit down over his head, thrashing wildly until the bandit fell limp and tossed the corpse into the forest.


Blackhide meanwhile had already slain two of the bandits with another mighty swing of her halbert, leaving thick gouges in their chests. One kobold bandit didn’t follow his friends in their charge, sword wobbling in his shaky grasp. He was far smaller and thinner than the rest of the bandits, and far more cowardly as he turned tail and began to run from the dragon and his captain.


But his cowardice was a terrible mistake, unaware as Blackhide twirled her halberd in hand, tossing it like a javelin at the fleeing kobold. Her aim was off, the halbert slicing into his right leg, slicing clean through his calf as it sunk into the ground, pinning him to the weapon as he cried in pain.


The bandits that did charge her cackled, shouting towards her: “Moron, you threw your only weapon! Now you're really fucked!”


A fatal mistake. One wolf bandit swung a mace at her head while another attempted to skewer her upon his sword from the opposite end. Their cohesion as a team was terrible, Blackhide stepping back to let their attacks slay each other, the wolf crushing his comrades skull as the sword he was holding thrust itself into the wolf’s chest.


More arrows from the treeline, most aimed towards Blackhide as she yanked the blade from the Wolfman’s chest, wiping the blood against his fur. Most once again hardly scratched her armor as they bounced off her metal plating, two arrows were luckier, sliding between the plates in her shoulder and knee, sinking into her flesh as fell in a muffled grunt.


Helsin tore into another bandits shoulder with his claws. The bandit whose sword had disappeared was pinned against the ground with his paw, struggling against Helsin’s weight. The sword that had disappeared formed again, above the bandit's head as Helsin drove it into his skull. He felt Blackhide’s pulse falter in their link, and saw her fall to a knee, arrows jutting from her shoulder and knee.


He bound over to her in a moment, wasting no time as he stood over her, wings low to cover her defenseless form. Yet more arrows flew towards him, halting as they neared his blood-stained scales., and he sent them flying back into the trees, a arrow-riddled bandit falling from one of the trees. Below him, Blackhide grabbed at the arrow lodged in her shoulder and yanked, freeing the arrow from her flesh. She did the same for the one in her knee, when the arrow shaft broke in her grasp, leaving the metal arrowhead embedded in her knee. She gave a curse behind gritted teeth as she yanked her gauntlet off and dug her claws into her knee, pulling the broken arrowhead out with a grunt.


A bandit, wielding a spiked metal club, swung at Helsin’s skull with all his might, the blow connecting with the dragon’s skull. The club was shorn in half from the blow, leaving a small scratch on Helsin’s thick scales. Helsin rewarded the bandit for his hit by balling his paw into a fist, reducing the bandit's chest to shards as he swung with all his might, the bandits corpse flying into the remains of their campfire in a bloody heap.


Helsin, beginning to lose his temper, began to pool magick from the area around him, channeling a spell as the ground around him wilted into dust. Static sparked across his body as he waited, his moment shining as the archers hidden in the trees fired another wave of arrows.


Helsin lifted a claw towards the approaching arrows, firing a bolt of lightning that arched its way around the encampment, reducing the archers in the trees to shriveled husks as the arc bounced between them.


With the archers gone, Helsin focused on the remaining bandits, where one had finally emerged from a tent. The metal armored bandit brandished a large claymore, rallying his fellow bandits to him for a final charge.


Helsin smirked, and let his plan unfold before the bandits. The corpses around the encampment jostled all at once, metal clanging as every scrap of steel and iron hovered into the air, drawn towards Helsin. 


“Feel honored, you dregs of this world. For I, the Iron Prince, shall indulge the lot of you for one last battle.” Helsin roared as metal began to attach itself to his body, losing cohesion as it seemed to wash over him. The shiny metal wrapped itself around his chest, forming into metal plates as it worked its way up his neck, forming chains as it reached his skull.


As the metal formed around his face, Helsin opened his jaw, letting the metal wash over his mouth, forming over his teeth into serrated daggers. Helsin crouched low, ready to pounce as the bandits howled into the sky, charging towards him once more.


For the vanguards who led their charge was a gift from Helsin as he opened his jaw, releasing a wave of green flames that washed over his jaws. The armored bandit, along with a few quick enough to follow him, dove from the column of flames, narrowly avoiding the same fate as their friends.


Helsin dashed forward, pressing his advantage as he turned and jabbed his tail at one of the bandits, revealing another of his grisly upgrades. A double edged sword had formed at the end of his tail, the blades forking in two at the tip. The bandit stood no chance against the sudden strike, and was summarily speared on Helsin’s tail.


Their numbers had dwindled to two in a mere moment, and even the armored bandit was stunned at the ferocity of the king. Had he been led astray by his masters? No matter the case, his fate was sealed as Helsin tore into his last companion with his teeth.


The bandit ripped off his helmet and tossed his weapon aside, revealing the snout of a kobold as he awaited his fate.


“You have utterly bested me, dragon. I know this now, and shall fight no longer.” He stated, outstretching his arms for Helsin to finish him. The dragon glared at him beneath his iron mask, blood dripping from his jaw as he released the dead bandit still clenched in his maw.


“A wise decision” Helsin replied, swinging his tail a final time to behead the kobold bandit. The battle was over, far more exhilarating than he had expected from them. Behind, Blackhide hobbled towards him - grasping at his hind leg for support.


The armor on his body began to melt away, falling in clumps at his feet as he lifted Blackhide off the ground. “You’ve done well today, captain. Allow me to tend to your wounds.” He had used up much of his magick showing off his armor to the bandits, leaving him no choice but to channel his magick through her own pool.


She felt the flesh around her wounds close on their own, leaving only a dull throbbing in their wake as Helsin healed her. 


All that remained was one terrified kobold bandit, giving one final weak pull on the halbert that pinned him to the ground. Blackhide moved forward and grabbed the shaft of her halbert and began to pull, stopped only by the halbert itself disappearing into nothingness in her grasp.


The kobold was relieved she hadn’t yanked it out, but another issue became more pressing,quite literally as Helsin stepped on his chest with a clawed paw.


“Consider yourself lucky, young kobold. I am feeling generous on this day, and am willing to let you live; on one condition.” Helsin growled, pressing his snot against the kobolds muzzle, flaring his teeth at the bandit.


“Now, I want you to spread the word about what happened here today. Everything that happened to your band of scum. Let everyone you meet know that attacking my kingdom is a fatal mistake.” Helsin continued, anger beginning to bubble in his voice, smoke trailing each word.


 “Leave, and never return to my lands again.” He snarled, lifting his paw from the terrified kobold, letting him scramble away into the woods.


“There, far better than any mercenaries could ever do. Let us return to the castle, Blackhide.” Blackhide nodded, her stance slumping for a moment as his magick took its toll on her.


Healing was one of the magical powers Helsin was unable to master, and being forced to use Blackhides magick pool would sap her of her energy. He lowered himself to a crouch, letting her climb onto his back. With a flap of his wings they ascended into the sky, leaving the bloody camp behind them has Helsin flew back to the city.


The sun had slowly begun to set over the horizon, emblazing the sky in a rich hue of golden oranges and yellows. Blackhide barely noticed the sunset as her fatigue sent her into a sound sleep, falling forward onto Helsin’s back.


Their flight back was far longer than their first - although he didn’t want to admit it - Helsin had expended a great deal of magick from both the surrounding area and within himself, sapping some of his strength from his body. But he relished in his chance to be free from the confines of his throne room, the wind at his face and under his wings.


He stared at the sunset for much of the journey, revelling in its beauty. Despite having seen it for hundreds of years, he still enjoyed the sight. They had finally reached the castle as the moon began to rise into the sky, Helsin touching down outside the large doors leading to his throne. 


Almost on queue the doors began to part for him as he strode forward, past a crowd of people that had begun to form around their king. He smiled at them as he entered, and motioned for one of the guards to close the doors behind him.


“There shall be no more hearings for today.” He ordered, his command once again echoing in the vast hall. Entering through another - but much smaller - double door to the side of his throne, Helsin ascended up to his chamber, keeping his sleeping captain out of sight of the servants and guards that wandered the many halls.


 At last he had reached his bedchamber, where a cheery kobold maid stood beside the door, smiling wide as she saw him appear from around the corner.


“Welcome home Your Highness!” She said in her usual upbeat tone, bowing as he approached. “Will you be requiring anything for tonight?”


“Have a bath drawn. Afterwards I wish to be left alone for the night.” He answered wearily, keeping Blackhide hidden behind his folded wings.


“As you wish my liege!” The maid pulled open the doors for him to enter, following close behind as she left him to fill his bath.


His personal chamber, a circular room crammed with items he had collected throughout his life. Paintings hung on the velvet red walls, his family, landscapes, even the last remaining portrait of his father sat along the walls. Hunting trophies also lined the walls, although most were simply gifts from his siblings and mattered little to him.


A large round bed sat in the middle of the room, dominating much of the space within his bedchamber. Soft velvet blankets were spread across his luxurious bedding, an uncountable number of pillows spread throughout the wide bed, all hidden by a thin red curtain that hung from the ceiling above.


He lifted Blackhide from his back, floating her in front of him as he examined her dirtied armor. Expending a bit more magick, Helsin carefully removed her armor from her, piling the pieces beside the door in a neat pile. Without her armor, Blackhides wore nothing more than a simple grey tunic and tight-fitting pants.


He heard the door to his bathroom opening, and he quickly hid Blackhide between his wings. The maid that had entered with him exited from the bathroom, steam following close behind her as she smiled. “Your bath has been drawn My Liege. Will there be anything else?”


“Yes, have that armor cleaned and repaired by tomorrow morning.” Helsin said, pointing towards the armor. He slipped into the bathroom, closing the door b with a flick of his tail.


The room was foggy with steam, obscuring the rooms few features in a grey haze. Huge towels were stacked beside the door, reaching up to his chest, with a cart full of supplies beside the pearly pile of cloth. 


Helsine moved Blackhide off his back, removing the last articles of clothing from her body as he took a step into the bath. The water was warm, cooling his hot scales as he stepped further into the tub, wrapping his tail around Blackhide’s waist, releasing her from his magical grip.


He set her down in a shallow end of the tub, normally fit to accommodate a dragon rather than a smaller being such as her. Completely nude, Helsin couldn’t help but examine her body closely. He let his eyes linger on her face, drinking in the beauty of her black scales. 


Her body was well toned, strong muscles lying just beneath her shield-like scales. Despite his reservations, Helsin continued his examination of her, moving his eyes lower to her breasts. Without her tunic tight pressing against her chest, Blackhide’s breast hung freely from her chest. How she could move with such finesse despite their large size was beyond him.


Once more he was allured to her black scales, mesmerized as they shined in the light. Her perfect scales naturally allured him, as it would have most other dragons. The beauty of scales was in high regards amongst dragons, and many were prideful in keeping theirs clean and unscathed.


In his examinations, he could feel his slit begin to part, the tip of his black cock poking into the warm water. He tore his eyes away from her, focusing on moving a hand brush towards him. Helsin hovered it into the water, wetting the bristles before he began to scrub Blackhide’s body clean of the day's work, keeping clear of her healed wounds.


By the time he had finished her cleaning, his cock had already stuck out halfway from his slit, his own thoughts betraying him. But… Blackhide would likely still be asleep for a few more hours. If he could resolve his own urges by the time she awakens, he could preserve some decency in his act.


Helsin set Blackhide back in the shallow section turning her to face away from him incase she awoke early. Why did he feel so oddly bashful? He felt like a whelping on his first date, and with a half-breed of all creatures!


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Helsin walked to the opposite end of the tub, rolling onto his back to get comfortable, the tip of his member poking out of the water like a spear. The scrub, forgotten until now, floated against his leg, bobbing with the water. Helsin picked the scrubber up, floating it over how expanding cock, letting the bristles rub against his black rod, sending a shiver up his spine as he began to stroke himself with the scrub. He craned his neck over the edge of the tub, laying his head against the ground, closing his eyes as he fell into a rhythm with the scrub. He gave a stifled moan as he picked up the pace, muffling the sound of a splash of water on the opposite end of the pool.


Lost in his own pleasures, Helsin let his mind wander, immediately thoughts of Blackhide had come to mind. He indulged these thoughts, imagining the ways he could make her squeal beneath him. He picked up the pace, hips gently bucking against the scrubber as he gave another moan.


“Ah… Blackhide” escaped his lips in a whisper, unaware that he had dropped the scrubber in his pleasure awhile ago.


“Yes, my liege?” She replied, slowing her movements so she could hear him better. Helsin’s eyes shot open, and he flung his neck back over the edge, finding Blackhide’s hands had replaced the scrubber he had been using - her head barely sticking out from the water.


“H-how long have you been awake!?” He shouted in surprise. Questions raced through his mind: How was she awake so early? And what had she heard?


All his questions were laid to rest as she ran her hand up his shaft, making him quiver at her touch.


“That doesn’t matter right now, Your Highness. Right now I’d like to offer my... “Services” to help in your time of need.” She said seductively, emphasizing her point by giving another stroke across his black cock, forcing a moan from his lips.


He remained silent for a moment, then breathed a sigh. “I suppose it is already too late to hide my own urges. Very well, continue.” He said, laying his head back over the tub’s edge.


“I knew you couldn’t resist” was her reply, grabbing his leg to climb atop his tail. She continued to stroke at his shaft, letting her other hand roam to his slit. Helsin was ready to protest, but remained silent as she pulled the edge of his slit apart, lowering her head to flick her tongue across the dark flesh.


She continued her work, increasing the pace as she pushed her tongue into his slit, taking a deep breath of his musk as she ran her tongue around the base of his thick cock. Helsin’s tongue lolled out of his mouth in ecstasy from her expert skills, his hips bucking with each stroke of her hand. Thick globs of pre dribbled down his shaft , slicking her hands as she removed her tongue from his slit. 


The moans coming from her king came out in ragged breaths as he neared climax, cock twitching with every touch Blackhide dedicated to his shaft. Blackhide however slowed in her stroking, keeping him on the edge as she shuffled forward to press her body against his shaft. She wrapped her arms around his thick cock, whilst her tail slowly crawled upwards from the water, snaking its way to her target.


Helsin was left unprepared for her surprise as the tip of her tail prodding against his tailhole. Blackhide ran her hand across his tip, hushing any complains that came to his mind, lubing her tail in his own cum before slowly pressing into his awaiting hole. 


Helsin gave a cry of pleasure as his tailhole slowly parted for the intrusion, aided by the slick cum coating her tail. He felt his climax edging closer once more, only to be denied as Blackhide halted her actions. She did this several times, edging him slower and slower to the edge before stopping, his warm walls pressing against her tail as she buried it further within him. 


He gave a soft whine as she continued to push inch after inch of her tail within him, driving him mad. Eventually she found what she was looking for, having driven nearly her entire tail into him in search of his prostate. Now that she had found her mark, Blachide wasted no time in pistoning her tail within Helsin, pressing and pushing against his prostate while she wrapped her hands around his spasming cock, wildly stroking him to climax.


When it came, Helsin was unable to contain himself as he roared into the night. Helsin’s walls convulsed against Blackhide’s tail, his cock firing fist-sized globs of cum into the air - splattering against the ceiling as he writhed in ecstasy. Blackhide kept a grip on her kings cock as it released his load, letting it coat her in his white seed.


Although it was mostly to keep herself safe as his clawed paws slashed at the water in his spasms.


Even as Helsin’s climax began to recede, his cock continued to fire thick globs of cum over Blackhide, who continued to stroke him through his release. As his member’s firing began to recede, Blackhide slowly began to slide her tail from his ass, causing even more moans and cries to escape her kings lips between his panted breaths.


Helsin laid there for a moment, catching his breath as his cock slowly began to recede into his sheath. “Hah…..Hah…. It is…. No easy task to bring a dragon into ecstasy… Blackhide. You have much skill.” He said quietly, still short of breath.


“Thank you my liege, perhaps you would be willing to return the favor sometime?” She replied, her tail finally escaping his hole with a slick pop, forcing a grunt from the dragon.


Sometime? The offer was more than tempting, yet Helsin almost felt offended that she assumed he would leave her wanting. His answer came as she began to float, dripping water as she hovered closer to him. He turned her around, setting her atop his chest, her legs arching over his shoulders.


“Why later, Blackhide? I am more than capable of sateing your needs here and now” He growled, pressing his snout between her plump cheeks, breathing in her scent. Her rear smelt wondrous to him, intoxicating even, letting his forked tongue rub across her pussy.


Now it was his turn to please her, letting his tongue lull from his mouth as ran it between her cheeks, tasting her. She had found his own favorite spot within him, and he would gladly return the favor, pressing his tongue between her lips and pushing, spreading her wide as he delved his tongue within her. 


Blackhide moaned aloud, pressing her rear against his snout while his tongue plunged further within her velvety walls. Her climax would come much sooner, as he had already located her g-spot within the confines of her pussy, yet he continued to spear her on his seemingly unending tongue. He felt resistance at the tip of his tongue, and chose there to stop, instead beginning to wriggle his tongue within her wildly.


She gave a cry of pleasure shortly after, walls quivering against his tongue as she squirted juices over him, unable to contain herself as she climaxed. Yet he didn’t stop there, increasing his speed as she gave another cry of ecstasy. 


After her fourth orgasm did Helsin slowly retreat his tongue from between her folds, licking her clean one last time.


She could barely speak, the juices that dripped from her pussy speaking for itself.


“Th-Thank you, My King….” She horsely whispered, laying sprawled against Helsin’s chest.


“You are welcome, Blackhide. Please call me by my, Helsin.” He said, licking the juices splattered across his muzzle.


“Helsin…” Her voice trailing off, soon replaced with soft snoring as her exhaustion caught up with her. Helsin scooped her up in his paw, climbing out of the now cold water, trailing water as he carried her out of the bathroom.


The armor he had sat by the door was gone, but he hardly noticed as he opened the curtain to his bed, climbing inside.


Helsin set blackhide down in a nest of pillows, curling himself around her, cold scales pressing against his own as he rested his head in her lap as he fell asleep, a long lost feeling swelling in his chest as he began to snooze.


A feeling of renewed love.




The End.