I'd like to request a story involving a dragon(boy/girl, your choice, just no literal dragons) rescuing a (princess/prince, again your choice) from a mean, evil, or generally unlikable suitor. I think it would be funny if it was on accident, like the dragongirl/boy just happened to raid the castle the rescuee is at on the night of the wedding and rather than a screaming, fearful royal they find someone relieved they can get out of their wedding. Cue romantic sex afterwards. ___ The sound of swaying trees filled the air, the gentle wind blowing across a forest path, leaves strewn about the walkway. Through the shuddering trees, a faint clank of metal could be heard, though unannounced to anyone but the towering oaks themselves. In front of the shimmering nature stood a castle taller than the trees themselves, a fearsome and powerful cobblestone creation that oppressed anyone who dare gaze at it with ill intentions. Upon a tower towards the back of this intimidating castle, just in front of the forest path, a gentle creature stood on a balcony outside of her room. Her fist lay upon her cheek, herself gazing out into the trees below as a soft sigh escaped her lips. Her thoughts were of what life was like beyond those trees, beyond the path carved by those under the order of her father. She looked down, disgusted at what she saw. She was adorned in a white gown, silken and strewn with a ridiculous amount of lace and jewelry. Today was her wedding day, a time of great dismay for her. She was being forced to wed someone she'd barely seen, let alone talked to, and from what she'd heard him say, she despised the prince. A loud argument began just outside of her door, the girl turning around and listening in closely. "Sir, I am sorry to inform you, but no matter your stature, you are not allowed to see the girl before he-" one man began to calmly state, before a loud thud caused her to cup a hand over her mouth to hide her yelp. "I'm the prince and soon-to-be king of the Kallian Empire! If I demand to see my bride, then Gods be damned, I'll see her. Some mere peasant worker like yourself isn't going to stop me!" a familiar voice shouts. She scowls and bites her bottom lip, anger boiling in her blood. Without another word, her door is opened. A smirking figure enters the doorway, his lustrous blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes catching the girl off guard. Adorned in royal robes that would make an ordinary tailor cream himself, his hands remain behind his back as he strides to the young girl in her wedding gown. He parts some hair from her face, his gentle smile hiding his true intentions. "Ahh, just as beautiful as the day we met... I cannot believe we're getting married today," he chides, laughing to himself. The girl was clearly angry and flustered by this point, sliding her black hair so it goes back over one of her eyes, just as before the cocky blonde had "fixed" it. "This is an arranged marriage Daniel... there is no love in this... the only thing you should be marrying today is a mirror!" the girl spitefully shouts, stamping her elegant shoe onto the ground and crossing her arms. The man in front of her, Daniel Kallian, was nothing short of a narcissistic brat who had been pampered like some sort of child god. Regardless, his temper remained as true as the rumors had it, and his brow furrowed. He lunged forward, gripping the girl by her rear, sliding two fingers into her mouth and keeping her maw open, her shriek echoing through the room. His face was dangerously close to her ear, his voice a threatening whisper. "Now of all the things you could have said... know this woman. If that tongue of yours doesn't keep quiet, I'll make sure it does myself. If you don't want to be a Prince's whore, you'll speak smarter to me..." the man threatens, releasing his grip on her as he turned around, wiping her spittle on her cheek. "The ceremony is almost ready... do not keep my family waiting, harlot. And before I go... don't be so angry. You should consider yourself lucky that you'll be bearing my children." The words nearly made her vomit as she watched the cocky prince exit her room, practically slamming the door behind him. Tears welled in her eyes, knowing she was going to be trapped with a man she didn't even love for the rest of her life. The girl looked out of her balcony once again, her expression showing distant vacancy. She was not cut out to deal with this assigned prince she was being forced to wed. Her eyes were fixated on the trees once again, watching their swaying and envying their passivity. It was then that she heard a faint metallic clank. She sat up straight... this was a sound she'd heard before. She turned away from the balcony and stepped back, her heart racing. The clank rung again, louder this time. Clank. Clank. Clank. She had had assassination attempts tried on her before, and nearly every time, she had the safety of guards around her to leap to her safety. However, this was not the case this time, her only guard standing outside of her door. She fell onto her rear, her neck stretching and trying to scream, but her curiosity prevented her from doing so. Would death truly be such a bad option right now? She had half a mind to do it herself. The guard must have sensed something was wrong by the sound of her fall. "Princess Maya! Is everything okay in there?" the man shouted, knocking on the door once quickly. He was given nothing but silence. He barged through the door, catching sight of the princess on the ground. He immediately rushed to her aid, kneeling down and helping her to her feet. The second his assistance ceased, her knees buckled and he was forced to support her. The balcony creaked, the sound of metal scraping against stone filling the ears of the two startled castle-dwellers. A low grumble echoed in the throat of... something. Whatever was climbing up the wall. A clawed, metal hand shimmered just above the railing, before clamping down on it. Another rose, and did just the same. The creature pulled itself up, its dark outline inflicting fear in the princess. "Princess, we have to get you out of here... now!" the guard shouted, his helmet falling off of his head in his panicked attempt at making the princess rise. A trembling, glove-covered hand pointed forward, belonging to the princess herself. The guard looked up, watching as the black, towering figure rose from the balcony, the clanking of its armor ringing through the man's ears. He gently set down the princess, drawing the sword at his side and stepping forward. The figure in front of him did not move. It was clearly humanoid, though from what the princess could see, there was a tail thrashing behind it, slapping against the balcony's decorated railing and sending chunks of stone to the neatly-trimmed grass below. The guard roared, tucking his arms against his waist and charging forward valiantly. The creature raised a steel-covered arm, deflecting the running stab and causing the guard to stumble to his rear. Harshly, it picked up the guard by his throat, before throwing him onto the ground in front of it, most certainly killing him upon impact. The figure stepped into the light of the princess' room, finally revealing itself. Short, wild black hair gleamed to the princess, a burly, gruff figure complimenting his fearsome stature. From his cheeks, dark green scales shined against the light, his pupil-slits analyzing the room carefully. An armored chest piece and a pair of pauldrons guarded the man as his fearsome eyes darted to and fro. His arms were guarded by a pair of thick metal gauntlets, nearly thrice as thick as the princess' arm. The tips of its fingers were pointed and drenched in blood, most likely the guard's. One look at the poor man's throat revealed it had been punctured in three different places. "You there... Princess Maya, is it?" it spoke, its tone deep and seeming to rattle the princess' very soul. She nodded her head slowly, gulping lightly. She knew she couldn't lie to this burly beast... if anything, it'd lead to her immediate death. "Y-yes, I am Princess Maya," she muttered hesitantly, her voice shaky and her fists balled at her sides, pressing firmly against the ground. The man's tail whipped against the floor, himself chuckling lowly as his hand moved to another. He slid off his gauntlet, lightly extending a hand down towards her. "I wasn't planning on coming in through here, but I had no choice. You're coming along with me, but I've got unfinished business with some other people in this God-forsaken castle first. I'm not going to kill you either... so just... stay clam. I am not the prettiest thing to look at, I know," he proclaimed to the quivering royal. She stood up as he turned her back to her. She felt something new inside her... the man's brimming confidence and ability to back it left a certain longing welling inside of her. Not only that, but he planned on taking her away from this awful, awful castle. No longer forced to marry the sniveling Kallian prince, no longer victim to her mother's consistent belittlement, no longer harassed by her brothers and sisters. However, fear still shook through her very essence... What did this man plan on doing with her? "Y-you're kidnapping me? Oh Gods, please don't tell me I'm going to be sold as a slave... nono, I'd rather die, I'd rather diiieeee..." she moaned, a cold sweat trickling down her forehead. "A slave? I'm much better than that... no, that isn't my intention. You're still a person, no matter what family you belong to," the man grumbled, his fingers wavering slightly. "B-but... then why not just kill me? I was in your way... wasn't I?" "You have no thoughts of raising arms against me, do you?" he hastily retorted, turning back and staring directly at the shivering princess, his eyes boring straight into her soul. She shook her head, her pupils tiny and filled with terror. "Of course not. Even if you did, I wouldn't fight someone like you. Or at least, kill. You're an innocent among your family, there's no need for either of us to harbor ill-will among one another. Especially not when you and I are leaving this place together," he continued, turning back around. The princess rushed forward, wrapping her arms around the back of the man who planned on taking her away from all of this. The towering brute turned his head, seeing the girl he planned on taking hugging him from behind. "I'm sorry?" he blathered, his arms raised and a perplexed look plastered on his face. His tail smacked against her ankle lightly. "Thank you... thank you so much..." she sobbed, her face wet with tears. The man was still very much confused, until sudden realization had hit him. To be so seemingly happy about bring taken away from such a luxurious lifestyle could have only meant that this castle was about to get its just desserts... more importantly, by his hands. Though still shocked about her reaction, as to what he expected would have been constant fighting and annoying reluctance, he softly rubbed the girl's hair, making sure not to unintentionally hurt her. He should have seen it a mile away from the way she was dressed and the initial look on her face. "Stay here for now. I won't keep you waiting," he muttered, prying the princess from his cold, metal chest piece and exiting her room. She fell to her knees, watching him stride off, his walk seeming much more heartfelt and proud than before. Outside of her door, she heard the shouting of men, along with the clanking of the man's steps. It wasn't long after that horrified shouts curdled the girl's blood. A thought dawned upon the princess, herself balling up against the side of her bed. This man is about to massacre this castle. - The man stepped outside, a scowl plastered on his face as the door closed behind him. What in the world was he saying back there? He wasn’t cut out to take anyone along with him, he merely planned to storm this castle and kill those who’d butchered his beloved! But the princess’ poor, poor expression... It was something he couldn’t help but take pity on. The poor girl had most likely been both physically and emotionally abused by the disgusting royals that resided here. “You there! Who are y- by the Gods... A Dragon! Men, ready your weapons!” a shout rung from afar. “What in the hell is someone like you doing here? State your intentions!” it shouted, echoing along the long hallway before the girl’s door. The Dragon before the newly-formed crowd of guards grumbled, facing them without so much as flinching. Flames licked at the corners of his mouth, his expression filled with nothing short of pure fury. Shouting loudly, his clawed gauntlets were set out in front of him, his hands open and ready. A vigorous shout rung through the air as he rushed through the crowd, knocking and clawing his way through them, the sound of burning and metal tearing through flesh filling the air. Grimacing at the blood on his armor, he looked back, seeing the seared scenery and marveling at how he’d made the once-beautiful hallway an ashen mess. He pressed on, knocking aside anyone who stood in his way. Ceremonial music ran through the castle like playful children through a garden, bouncing along the walls and filling the Dragon with a sense of irony. A door was barred shut in front of him, the music echoing from the other side of it. He reared back, before placing one of his boots on the door. Kicking it down, he heard the horrified shouts of the regal guests as the gruff figure before them scanned the crowd. The room resembled some sort of ballroom, decorated with white streams and finely-dressed people. Almost instantly, pikes were strewn against his throat. A lone voice laughed from the very back of the room. Sitting in a finely-decorated seat meant for none other than a king, the hardy man sitting in it stood. “And who are you, to interrupt us on the day of one of my daughters’ weddings?” he impatiently inquired. In one of his hands was a grail decorated with gold and finely-polished gems, but despite the man’s royal appearance, the Dragon scoffed and shook his head. “I figured you would not remember... Excuse me,” he stated, slapping away a few of the spears aimed at his gullet, listening to them fly across the room. Using one of his pointed fingers, he brought attention to one of his eyes, a scar placed upon it. A pale pupil was made evident to the king before him, causing the king to smile crudely. “Ahh, you. I remember you. Your wife... Slain in my kingdom’s court, was she not? My captain managed to catch that eye of yours before we threw you into the valley for dead, eh? I figure it was my own young brashness that gives reason as to why you’re standing here, twenty years later attempting to kill me in my own throne room, hmm?” the king harshly remarked, causing the Dragon to clench his teeth. “Yes, how could I forget your face? We made you watch as we took that head of hers, bahaha!” he laughed, his booming chuckle echoing through the wide room. “Geoffrey, that’s enough! My son is getting wed today, I have no intention of watching her marriage be destroyed by this fiend because you reminded him of your old habits!” another burly man spoke up, his fat self standing up. His son arose next to him, shakily looking about the place. The Dragon could tell, he was already looking for a means to escape. The boy was a coward at heart, only natural he’d be the one to marry the beautiful girl residing in the tower above him. “Your spineless shell of a son is not marrying anyone today. Because today, this kingdom falls. And it falls by the hands of Gerhardt’Fai’Vova,” he sternly stated, his tail thrashing and whipping at the feet of the guards behind him, sending them falling to the floor. Turning about, his hand rested on the one remaining standing, using his body to knock down the remaining guards. The Dragon’s pupils thinned, the people in the court panicking and throwing themselves this way and that. Gunning down the fleeing prince destined to wed the horrible king’s daughter, he gripped him by the collar of his shirt and bored his eyes into his. “You... I despise you. I see a king in your eyes, a coward king. You will die a coward’s death, be it today, or in the future. But... You will not wed that princess upstairs and turn her into your slave,” he remarked, before tossing him aside, not even bothering to look at the flying sadist. His target was the king, but giving the cowardly prince his share of justice felt quite nice. - The princess softly rocked on her rear, listening to the commotion below and cowering a bit. She could feel heat rise to the bottom of her floor. She did not know what that man was, but there was clearly something off about him. Normal men did not have skin so tough, nor a tail like he did. She looked down, noticing she was still wearing the gown. Her nose scrunched. Like hell she was wearing this thing any longer. She practically tore it off, moving to her dresser and taking out a purple, lace dress and a rather basic white blouse, putting both on and sighing. Her thoughts were interrupted as her door had been smashed open. Splinters flew a few mere inches from her face, causing her to instinctively cry out. The man stood in front of her, a blaze behind him. Without question, he took off his chest piece, revealing a thin tunic below. He dropped it to the ground, hooking his tail through the slot where his head went, sliding it all the way out where it ended, looping it around to secure it. Suddenly, he reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his gauntlet-covered arms. She looked up at him, the man clearly trying to figure out some sort of plan. Without so much as a warning, he suddenly dashed for the balcony, stepping up and leaping from the edge. The princess screamed, feeling her body fall through the air in the tow of the man above her. She looked back, seeing the castle she was raised in ablaze. Flames burst through glass panes made by only the finest crafters. She clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to watch the ground get closer and closer. Her body lurched as she suddenly felt a gigantic force push back against the falling, and before she knew it, she could feel herself rising higher and higher. She opened her eyes, seeing the outline of what looked like a second pair of thin, outstretched arms. The princess panicked, unsure of what to say at the fearsome pair of wings keeping the two of them in the sky. She looked up into the creature's eyes, the man returning her gaze with a confident smile as she felt herself shake a bit. "Y-you're not one of those demons my brothers talk about so much... a-are you?" "A demon? No, I'm no demon... you don't know what I am?" the Dragon shouted back, his altitude slowly dropping as he approached his designated location. She shook her head, holding herself around the man's neck for everything he was worth. The man sighed, slowly learning just how sheltered and uneducated this woman really was. "I'm a Dragon, a proud and hardy race of Beastmen," he quickly proclaimed, gliding towards the ground, coming to a running halt as his feet touched the ground. The princess buried her head into his chest upon impact, something the Dragon took delight in seeing. After standing for a moment, he slowly set the girl down on her feet, making sure she didn't stumble as his hands braced her shoulders. "I've never heard of a Dragon before... but if you're one of them, I think I like them..." she muttered, twiddling with her fingers lightly. The gruff man laughed and patted her head, before turning around. This was a setting he was quite familiar with, a campsite made by none other than himself. He spit a small ember onto a bundle of sticks, watching it light up the scenery and give him a relieving sense of warmth. He sat down in front of it, his back against a neatly carved log made for sitting. "I'm not surprised you haven't heard of us... I'm sure the kingdom wanted to forget about my race after what they'd done to me," he remarked, before shaking his head once again. "But that's a story for later. I think proper introductions are in order, hmm?" he questioned, turning his head to get a better look at the princess through the orange tint of the scenery. To make himself seem less intimidating, he removed his gauntlets from each of his hands, setting them down next to his chest piece lingering around his tail. His pauldrons slid off of his shoulders, now added to the pile of armor. "Ahh, o-of course. I am Princess Maya of the Xander Kingdom. What about you, sir Dragon?" she answered, the Dragon letting out a hardy laugh at the way she addressed him. "Sir Dragon? Bahaha, I couldn't be knighted if I were the king's damn captain, but I appreciate the respect. I am Gerhardt’Fai’Vova, but among your people, I think Faiva is best. Much easier on the tongue," he casually remarked, relaxing against the wooden seat. Maya nodded her head, clearly interested in this man for what he was worth. "So, umm... Faiva. I hope this is not too harsh a question, but why did you attack my castle?" the she softly spoke, being careful not to rouse the temper of the Dragon. His relaxation stopped, himself leaning forward, his hands in his lap. "I trust you, Maya, but I'm afraid not quite that much. In fact, I'm extremely reluctant to even have you here right now, but I couldn't let someone as innocent as you be victim to my actions," he muttered, turning to the now-startled princess and glaring at her. She winced and scooted away from him, his oppressive stare terrorizing her. He looked away briefly, closing his eyes and sighing. "Your father did a terrible, terrible thing to me, and I gave him my share of vengeance. That, I will let you know," he chided, before leaning against the oaken log once again, rocking it and nearly sending the princess toppling. "Was it him who did that to your eye?" she asked, pointing to the pale, scarred pupil. "In a way, yes, he did this to me. But that's not my reasoning. Scars like these are a dragon's pride. You may have heard this before, but each scar tells a story, and among Beastmen, those stories are like trophies... and I have my fair share of trophies," he practically bragged, a lax smile stretching across his cheeks. The princess giggled a little at his words, happy that her new friend was capable of smiling. "Are you a warrior? You're the first... uhh "Beastman" I've ever met, so I don't know how your kind operates," Maya cautiously questioned, bit wanting to offend the Dragon, his eyes shut and his hands resting on his stomach. Faiva softly sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Everyone's a warrior in Beastmen culture. If you cannot fight, you might as well throw yourself off a cliff. Even the females are a bunch of ruffians rearing to tear something's head off," he casually remarked, not watching his word usage as Maya shirked away slightly. "T-tear heads off? That sounds needlessly cruel..." she muttered, balling up and rocking on her rear, her mouth buried in her knees. Faiva's eyes opened, himself sitting up as he stared at the princess, realizing his words. "I won't deny it, but you shouldn't think about it. You're under my protection from now on, and if anyone lays a hand on you, it'll be the last thing they touch, I swear it. But for now, we should rest," he calmly suggested, laying on his side. "You can take my bedroll. It's on the other side of the fire," he added, placing his head on one of his arms and sprawling out on the short grass. Maya nodded and did as such, though the thick trees around the clearing were nothing short of intimidating. She had no idea what truly resided in those trees, but it worried her immensely. "F-Faiva? Can I sleep with you?" she quietly asked, her voice barely above a peep. The Dragon's eyes shot open, a worried look on his face. "Err... what? Are you sure? Gods, what do they teach you hu-" he thought aloud, his face a mixture of confusion and disgust. His voice was interrupted as Maya lowered herself to the bedroll in front of him, herself yawning and crawling in front of him, before turning and laying on her side. "Oh... sleep, of course. I just... thought the wrong thing is all. Pay me no mind. Yes, if it makes you feel safe, I'll sleep with you," he rambled, his face showing just a hint of flush. Maya leaned back so she could meet the Dragon’s gaze. “Of course I meant sleep... Why do you seem so distraught?” she innocently canvassed, her gleaming, beady hazel eyes staring laxly at Faiva’s. The Dragon shook his head, laying down and wrapping his arms around the princess. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to have the comfort of sleeping alongside someone else, forgive me if I’m too... Touchy,” he muttered, easing himself against the ground. Maya nodded once again, reaching an arm back and gently stroking his cheek. “It is quite fine. This experience is a first for me, but... It feels very natural with someone like you,” Maya comforted, a smile spreading across Faiva’s face. He sidled against her, making sure she was pressed tightly against him as he rested his head against the soft trundle. In return, she nuzzled back against him, feeling his toned chest on her shoulder blades. "Faiva... may I ask you something?" "Of course, what is it?" "What do we do from here?" the Princess questioned, her tone mixed with drowsiness and seriousness. Faiva hesitated, sighing and shutting his eyes once again. "We can talk about that tomorrow. I don't want to think right now, I need sleep," he proclaimed, hugging Maya even tighter to himself as he began to drift off. She nodded her head sympathetically, deciding a good rest sounded heavenly. The two fell asleep within mere seconds of one another. - “Do not worry dear... They’ll see! We can reach an understanding, all we have to do is appeal to their rulers!” “Sweetie, we can’t. They’re stupid, wimpy beings that don’t deserve the acknowledgment you’re trying to give them.” “Oh c’mon, you sound like my father. Just come along with! The court is willing to give us a chance, we have to take it!” “Hmph... Fiiiiine. But only for you sweetie. Is there anyone else coming along with? Surely it’s not just you.” “Oh yes! Agn-” - Faiva awoke rather crudely, shouting and sitting up. His head dashed to his forehead, finding it and his hair slick with sweat. Memories flooded his mind, causing him to grit his teeth and grip at his hair tightly, almost pulling on it. He rose to his feet, his body heated even moreso than usual and utterly drenched. He thoughtlessly threw off his clothes, now standing naked as he paced back and forth in front of the fire, his thoughts wondering why the memories were coming back to him. Noticing her new draconic companion stepping noisily, Maya sat up and rubbed her head, her eyes clenched shut despite her being awake. “Mmm, Faiva, sir? Is everything okay?” she hazily asked, running her hands along her hair and trying to straighten it. Opening her eyes, she saw the naked man barely five feet away from him, walking back and forth as his face seemed shell-shocked. “Faiva... Faiva? What’s wrong dear?” “Don’t call me that! Don’t you... Don’t you dare call me that!” he shouted, his tail lashing to and fro. His booming voice called the girl to shirk back, her expression filled with terror as the winged man pounded a foot into the ground continuously. “Why? Whywhywhywhywhy, why?!” he shouted to himself, before turning around and looking skyward, seeing nothing but an orange-tinted green. “I-I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to...” the princess mumbled in a hushed tone, tears welling in her eyes. Faiva looked her way, realizing what he’d done to the frail girl. Quickly, he rushed to the girl’s side, trying to make amends for his hasty rudeness. “Nono, Maya, please! I’m sorry, I just...” he began to mumble, his head down as his hands moved to Maya’s arms. He gripped her tightly, his clawed fingers nearly digging into her skin as his teeth remained grit. “I... I’m sorry. You just... You remind me too much of her. Your sweet innocence, your happy, curious demeanor, your... Hell, your face. You just remind me too much of her, and now... Now I’m dreaming of her again,” Fiava continued, his teeth grit and his voice on the brink of desperation. Maya looked down at the ground, not completely sure of what he was referring to, but was sure enough of it to decide she should step up to the plate. Her hand reached out, softly stroking the back of the Dragon’s soft, slick hair. She urged him to her breast, her fingers running through his hair tentatively. “Do not worry Faiva... I may not be sure who “her” is, but... I will do my best not to let it get to you.” Faiva looked up, surprised that this stranger that he had practically kidnapped yesterday was being so kind and soothing towards him. He felt tears well in his eyes, suddenly realizing how he was acting. A thick-skinned warrior like himself shouldn’t be crying in front of someone he’d just met, and yet, he felt much softer around her... As if he knew he could do it around her and still feel strong. He let go of her arm, leaning away from the princess’ embrace and rubbing his forehead. “Forgive me, I’m not usually like that. It’s... It’s been quite some time since I’ve had these sorts of thoughts. They’re... They’re of my wife... Before she passed,” he admitted, not quite comfortable about admitting it so soon, but knowing the light-hearted princess could take it. Maya gasped, her expression turning worrisome as she hugged the Dragon. “Oh, how could I not see it? I’m so very sorry, I-I never intended for you to think about such things!” the girl dramatically exclaimed as her arms pressing against his toned gut, her face against his stone-like chest. “It is not your fault, I swear it. It’s been much too long since I’ve had these thoughts, and... And honestly, I’m thankful for that. I needed to be reminded of why I did what I’d done, and I have you to thank for that. So... Thank you, Princess Maya,” Faiva responded, his arms now around the princess’ back. A strange sensation filled him, his stomach feeling like it began to lift... A feeling he was all too familiar with. “Maya... Tell me. What is love to you?” “L-love? Oh my, that’s... That’s a tough question. Love... Love is waking up the same way every morning to the same face and feeling just as happy when you first met them. It’s the tightness in your chest when you see them... The feeling of wanting to run away with them and never return, and be happy doing so,” she proclaimed, her cheeks flushing as her sappy comments rung through the air. The princess swore she could see a faint red on the man’s scaled cheeks. “Are you sure that was a tough question? You answered that rather easily,” Faiva happily challenged, his face brimming with a wide, toothy smile. “I-I was friends with a very happy poet during my time in the castle, I suppose I sort of picked it up from him,” she stated, her cheeks now too grazed with red. The Dragon laughed and hugged her tighter. “How do humans typically express love?” The princess’ blush grew even brighter now, her silent, awkward expression giving the Dragon just the answer he needed. “Silent now?” he hastily remarked, feeling confidence surge through him as he slowly set Maya down on the ground. She gazed up at him, still in awe with the gentleness the burly man was capable of. Suddenly remembering he was fully nude, she wasn’t sure how to react to his confident nature, merely keeping her mouth shut for the time being. “Beastmen have one way of expressing love... Granted, it’s a lot rougher than what I’m about to do.” Maya’s head cocked to the side, wondering what exactly the Dragon was referring, She looked down as she felt the hem of her thin dress being lifted, herself biting her bottom lip softly as she looked up at the fearsome, yet clearly compassionate Dragon guiding himself on top of her. He reached for her shoulders, slowly taking off her blouse, and not very long after, her dress, gently tossing them to the side and looking down at the naked royal below him. He was astonished by how well-rounded she was. Her breasts were easy to hold in the man’s palms, but not nearly as small as they seemed. Her hips were curvy, and her rear was something else from what he could see. Her stomach was thin, but still smooth and perfect nonetheless in the Dragon’s eyes. He straightened up a bit, his hand on his fairly large tool, now exposed to the air and throbbing. Maya had seen a naked man before, but never like this... Not the way she was currently seeing it. This wasn’t her mother instructing her she must learn how to please a man, no, this was a passionate view at what Faiva was going to use to make her feel pleasures she’d never felt before. He leaned down, his hands next to her head as he towered over her. “Y-you’re okay with this... Right? I don’t want to make you feel like you’re forced to do this...” Maya’s head nodded, her hands at her side as her bare chest rose and receded. Filled with relief, Faiva lowered himself further, his mouth gently kissing the princess’ neck as the girl’s soft, needy pants echoed among the two. Caressing his tongue along the nape of her frail little neck, he moved his arm back, placed just a little bit below her underarms, himself unable to help but let out a lusty groan of his own. Taking advantage of his position, Faiva’s member, now fully erect and throbbing with nothing but sheer need, he aligned himself with the princess’ soft nethers, gliding the crown of his cock along her smooth folds. He briefly leaned back, staring deep into Maya’s worried, yet needy gaze. “This is going to hurt a little... You’ll get used to it in a few seconds though. Just breathe and relax, love,” he gently cooed, his soothing voice easing the girl’s worry. Pressing forward, his cock slowly but surely began to push inside of Maya’s entrance, the girl gritting her teeth tightly and whimpering. She leaned up, hugging the Dragon and pressing her face into his neck, using him as a brace while he gently penetrated her. He smiled at her reaction, pulling one arm up and wrapping it around the back of her neck, keeping her firmly pressed against him. As the tip of his penis popped inside of the princess’ soft, untouched insides, the girl let out a hollow moan. “Ahh... F-Faiva... I-it’s so big... I-I don’t know...” The Dragon slowly leaned back, before pressing his lips against Maya’s, silencing her and muffling her cries. She relaxed into his hold, fully trusting the Dragon as his shaft began to push inside of her. Closing his eyes and slowly easing his crotch forward, the audible moans of his partner filling him with encouragement. He pulled back, looking into her eyes again and admiring them. “Relax, love... Just remember what I said. Breathe in... Then out,” he instructed, setting her back onto the ground and waiting for her to do as told, ceasing his pelvic movements for the time being. Maya did just as instructed, closing her eyes and inhaling intently, her chest rising once again, letting the breath stay there for a few seconds before blowing it out of her nose. Faiva nodded his head, his hand moving forward and brushing some of the girl’s hair from her face. Making sure she did it a few times, the Dragon could feel her quivering cunt begin to relax, no longer gripping his shaft as tightly as it had been before. “Good... Good. See? Feels a lot better now, doesn’t it?” he encouragingly asked, smiling as the girl’s head shook up and down. “I’m going to start moving again... Just remember. Breathe in... Breathe out,” he reminded, his tail thumping once against the ground. His hands moved back to the girl’s sides, himself easing his cock forward, guiding it deeper and deeper inside of her sopping wet folds. Maya followed his words, sitting up off of her elbows and looking at him as his hips finally slapped against her rear, her legs spreading a little wider now to grant him easier access. Feeling the gentle princess’ pussy begin to stretch around his length, he upped the ante a bit, pulling his length out, so much so that only the head of his cock remained buried in her sweltering hole, before pushing forward, a little faster this time. Maya clenched her teeth, though looked into Faiva’s eyes for comfort. Getting lost in one anothers’ gaze, the Dragon’s hips began to surge forward rhythmically, his body going at its own pace as the girl adapted, her toes clinched and her hands balled at her sides. A knot began to grow in Maya’s stomach, her thighs shaking like leaves as Faiva’s thrusting continued, pounding his length into her cunt again and again. A sensation she’d never felt before overwhelmed her senses, her head rearing back. She let out a loud mewl of passion, suddenly feeling juices gush from her pussy, drenching the two lovers’ groins. Her body slacked slightly, causing Faiva to lean forward and grab her back, keeping her steady as his lustful pounding began to grow rougher and rougher with each thrust. It wasn’t long after that he was practically throwing his waist against hers, his cock slamming into the royal’s deepest reaches. As the ardent fervor continued, the Dragon could feel his finale creeping closer and closer. His heavy sack churned with his load, and before he knew it, he could feel his load on the very verge of release. Making a split decision, Faiva closed his eyes, giving one last powerful thrust into Maya’s pussy, his spunk utterly blasted inside of the girl. His thick, powerful wings outstretched as his teeth grinded against one another, a gruff moan escaping his throat. Within seconds, cum spewed from her stretched nethers, Faiva's thick cock slowly beginning to grow limp inside of her and letting his seed gush forth. The two decided to stay embracing onr another for a little while longer, the air ringing with nothing but exhausted panting as they smiled at one another. Pulling himself out of the royal's still-gaped pussy, he let out a soft sigh, falling back onto his toned rear and running a hand through his hair. "That... that was amazing, Maya. I haven't felt that sort of pleasure in years... Gods. I can't imagine how it felt for you..." the Dragon mumbled under his breath. Maya looked up at him, her face as beaming as she could muster. "It was truly something I'll never forget, Faiva, I must thank you for being my first," she hastily retorted, sitting up and finding moving her legs to be quite painful, most likely do to the gruff man's rutting. Realizing the intensity of what had just gone down, her eyes darted to her snatch. "Umm... Faiva? Does this mean I may be... you know, pregnant?" she questioned, clearly worried once again. The Dragon nodded his head, though his soft expression brought relief to the anxious princess. "Of course it might... but I've decided that maybe that might be for the best... I may have only met you late yesterday, but... it feels as if I could have been partners with you for my entire life. I do not regret making that decision... all I hope is that you are in agreement with it." "I... I am Faiva! Gods, you took me from that damned family and you... you treat me like no one else has! You're all I could ever ask for!" Maya shouted, hugging Faiva with her naked body and kissing his cheek. The Dragon grinned a grin he had not grinned in years, one of pure happiness and bliss. His thoughts trailed to what the two would do, but he knew no matter what, he'd be happy through all of it. "That makes me happier than you will ever know Maya!" he simply exclaimed back, returning her embrace. The two fell over, laughing happily as Maya nuzzled her head against the man's chest. Tenderly rubbing the girl's soft hair, Faiva let out a rather loud yawn and shut his eyes. "Maya... I love you. It feels wrong to say it after knowing you for so little time, but if love at first sight is true to its meaning, then you are its essence. Please... will you accompany me?" "Of course Faiva, I have nowhere else to go, and you're the only one I truly believe in. The only one who's treated me with such... compassion! Yes Faiva, I will follow you wherever you go!" "Thank you Maya... now... you get some sleep. I'll go out and gather some supplies. You're probably hungry, and the fire went out as well, I'll get some wood. Just sleep, dear," he encouraged, slowly sliding the once-princess off of his chest and smiling at her tired demeanor. She nodded her head, crawling back over to his bedroll and laying on it. He kissed her forehead, standing up and putting on his clothes, then his armor. Setting out into the woods, he turned and looked back at Maya, his smile not leaving his face. "Wilmarina... may your soul rest with the Gods now... you have been avenged," he muttered under his breath, before trudging into the barely-lit forest.