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The smell of lamp oil and burning candles filled the room, as strong as the light emitted by the flames. Zhenya’s nose twitched, finding the scent pleasant to her senses. The light smoke that accompanied it almost made her nostalgic for home, but it lacked the bite of sulfur and the deep earth-scent that none but those born of the flames knew. Her field-marshalls would have no need for such added illumination, but her general did, and that was yet another reason to be glad of her presence.
Kaersh the Ogre huffed gruffly, arms wide as tree-trunks crossed over his barrel chest. He leaned over Zhenya’s war table, speaking carefully.
“Attacking the human lands from the west is a waste of time. The harpies have plunder from a thousand generations in their nests. We should attack there first, secure the plunder for the season, and then take out the humans next year.”
At the opposite side of the table, Hedona rolled her eyes. Her snakes always gave her away, writhing excitedly even as her face kept that carefully blank look.
“The harpies are still our allies, don’t forget that, Kaersh. But the humans can indeed wait another season. Finishing what remains of the dwarves would give our troops good entertainment, and there are still a few dwarven treasures left to fill our Queen’s hoard.”
At the head of the table, sitting on the golden throne she had taken from the last troll king, Zhenya smirked. Hedona could carry a grudge like the most ancient of dragons, she’d give the Gorgon that, but the advice was solid. Kaersh too, had logic to his reasoning. Raising slitted red eyes, the Queen waited for her General’s words.
Opposite her stood a human woman, petite but well-formed. She did not have the muscles the towering troll standing to her left sported, nor the deftness with hands and magic the snake woman to her right was known for. In bright blue eyes shone a keen intelligence, brow furrowed as she looked down to the map stretched out to the four corners of the sturdy table. Her eyes caught Zhenya’s as she glanced up.
An adult dragon, much less a queen with her own hoard well in the making, should have absolute control over herself. And Zhenya did. Her tail only twitched slightly, and she managed to keep herself still, merely returning the woman’s gaze. The faint blush that overcame her cheeks was delightful, but faded just as quickly as it came.
Standing up, Thea spoke.
“The harpies are allies, but they plunger the borders of the troll lands as if we would not notice it. The dwarves are desperate, and may yet create a last obstacle before their mountain halls fall. You say winged words, my lords. But the humans are the true threat, the most likely thieves of our Queen’s possessions.”
Once, her field-marshalls had chafed under the human’s authority, challenging her every decision. All her slaves, but the two had imagined themselves above the captured human. Watching Thea be proven right time and time again, they had learned. Now Kaersh merely rumbled a question, Hedona quirked an eyebrow.
It took a moment longer for Thea to begin than she normally would. The flush in her cheeks was back, and Zhenya grinned, sharp white teeth catching the light. That smoky scent took on a more earthy tone, making it a difficult task to keep her purr from gaining sound.
Clearing her throat, Thea pointed to the human capital.
“Queen Heloise has enough troops, and ambition, to raid our borders as well, but she grows bolder than any harpy. She desires our Queen’s lands, her hoard, everything. And she has managed to form an alliance between her kingdom and the other human powers. Our spies have confirmed this information. We will crush them, and all our enemies, independently of their efforts otherwise. But it is only logical to destroy the largest threat first.”
She spoke measuradly, calmly. Pride grew in Zhenya’s chest. What luck, to have found such a jewel for her hoard, and at such a low price too.
Hedona nodded, tilting her head.
“Then Heloise did not buy herself the time she hoped for. Very well, we should set our forces near this mountain pass…”
The strategizing continued for a few more minutes, even as Thea’s skin grew more and more flushed, sweat gathering at the line of her fair hair, small twitches making her hands tremble. Still, her voice was always level, her strategy solid. Her scent reminded Zhenya very much of home now, and she wished, almost desperately, to have her little mate on her lap already.
The field-marshalls noticed nothing, immune to such traits. It took another long minutes of discussion, but finally both were satisfied with the deployment of their forces. Hedona closed the door behind her as they left, vowing to take the border in the coming weeks.
Thea immediately leaned on her hands over the table, groaning slightly. Zhenya chuckled, speaking in her best low baritone, making sure the words would resonate in Thea.
“What control my general has. Truly, a bargain for her price.”
Glaring at her, Thea stood, walking on trembling legs to Zhenya and her throne.
“You could have dismissed them ten minutes ago.”
“But you asked of me, so prettily might I add, to not interfere on your behalf during war summits.”
Thea growled, frustrated. Laughing deeply, Zhenya extended clawed hands, grasping Thea by the waist and pulling her to the dragon’s lap. Thea’s hands immediately settled on Zhenya’s shoulder, over the thick patches of red scale above her shoulder blades, before one went up to tangle in long red hair.
Now that it was only the two of them in the room, and the beloved fire, Zhenya could let the deep rumble in her chest manifest itself. Thea whirred in response, clutching Zhenya’s shoulder and one curved black horn at the top of her head. The woman’s hips began a rhythm, seeking any kind of relief.
Zhenya wrapped her arms around Thea’s waist, bringing her as close as possible, chest to chest, nose to nose. Her eyes were dilated, blue irises barely visible around dark pools.
“Your heat is hitting hard, is it not, little human?”
Even seated, Zhenya had a good few inches on the woman on her lap. Humans were so delightfully small.
“Yes it is. So take what is yours, Mistress, before I’m too out of my mind to participate.”
Zhenya could only laugh again. That lovely scent, the movement of her general, the knowledge it was time to breed her favorite again, it all easily coaxed her cock out of its sheath between her legs.
It was Zhenya’s own fault the other woman couldn’t feel it yet. What was a hoard of treasure good for, if she couldn’t pick the best armor to pose around her castle on?
Taking Thea in her arms easily, Zhenya set her on the war table, preening at the pained whimper Thea made as Zhenya stepped away from her arms. Her slick was already dripping down her thighs, Zhenya could scent it, and see the darkening of the fabric of her dress over the apex of her thighs.
“Take that off. You have until my armor is on the floor.”
The beautiful aquamarine dress was almost torn, so fast did Thea take it off.
That would have amused Zhenya, usually, Thea was so methodical over her clothing. But the ardent fire always present in the dragon’s chest had been stocked by the proximity to the burning up woman before her, lust overtaking her mind.
Thea sat on the edge of the war table, legs spread open, slick indeed coating her inner thighs. Some dropped onto the table. Her hands gripped the edge of the sturdy wood in a white-knuckled grip. She knew better than to try and touch herself.
Zhenya crooned, stepping closer.
“Those slender fingers won’t do it now, will they? Oh my lovely jewel, I will take care of you.”
Thea shivered, at Zhenya words or at her hands grabbing sensitive breasts, no one would know.
The dragon’s hands immediately began massaging the soft flesh, tweaking hard nipples, lightly scratching deadly claws over both mounds, around the areolas, pressing her thumbs over them after, soothing the sligh sting. Her mouth met Thea’s in a messy kiss, careful to not bump the human’s forehead with her horns.
Her hips slotted perfectly between soft thighs. Zhenya took her time pressing herself to Thea, allowing the human to feel her warmth. Thea whimpered into their kiss, one hand exploring Zhenya’s skin with trepidation.
Leisurely, Zhenya thrust, her cock rubbing the front of Thea’s cunt, more bumping against her mound than anything else, the underside barely touching her clit. That got Zhenya a moan, and she almost broke the kiss due to the satisfied smirk the sound brough to her face.
At other times, she could keep this game with Thea going until her general broke completely, denying her until Thea begged Zhenya to thrust between her thighs until she came, desperate for any pleasure.
But with her jewel in heat, Zhenya did not have as much time for games.
Taking her cock in hand, Zhenya did take a few moments to rub it along Thea’s slit, swallowing the needy moans the human made, coating her cock in slick and letting Thea feel every ridge and bump, every soft scale covering her length.
Once the sensitive head, precum already smearing along Thea’s cunt, caught at her entrance, Zhenya moaned. She had other plans for how she’d take her pretty slave tonight, but it was just too tempting. Angling herself for the next thrust, her cock was met with warm, wet heat enveloping her tip.
Thea threw her head back, and it was only Zhenya quickly wrapping an arm around her waist that stopped the woman from falling down onto the table. Her human was so sensitive when her heat came, even just the head of Zhenya’s cock could win such reactions from her.
It could also be that a dragon’s cock was well above the average for humans, and a Queen’s above that as well. Keeping only the tip in that warmth was torturous, but Zhenya wanted at least a little of Thea’s surrender.
Lowering her head, she trailed a row of kisses over Thea’s collarbone, the top of her breasts, shallowly thrusting into her. That groan grew in Thea’s chest again, and the dragon could only chuckle at how it almost sounded like a drakeling’s first attempt at intimidation.
“Get on with it, we don’t have all night.”
Zhenya bit a deep mark onto her breast. She did not move her hips.
“Shove it in, do it damn you! I need…”
Thea’s desperate demand was cut by a loud shout as Zhenya did just that. By the way Thea immediately panted, moaning lowly and moving her hips as much as she could, Zhenya guessed she did indeed feel every ridge as she went in.
Being surrounded by Thea’s velvety warmth was paradise, a small pressure already growing at the base of her cock. Zhenya wasted no more time, setting off on a rough pace, deep and hard thrusts that would have sprawled the omega over the table if she wasn’t holding her up.
Thea, for her part, took it with enthusiasm, as she always did. Her nails dug into whatever patch of skin she could find, her eyes glazing over, her volume getting higher.
Zhenya did not bother with her volume. She panted against Thea’s ear, shouted when her walls squeezed over her length, moaned every time she bottomed out, feeling that soft end to Thea’s cunt, the place she’d soon fill with seed.
“My jewel, crown of my hoard, best of my slaves, you will give me such beautiful heirs. They will be strong, my love, I promise.”
Thea moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. Deftly Zhenya pushed a hand between their bodies, finding Thea’s clit and flicking it mercilessly. The sudden clamping down of Thea’s walls was all the warning the dragon was given.
Thea came with a shout muffled over Zhenya’s shoulder as she bit down on it. The scales did not bend, but Zhenya wished they would.
Even as Thea trembled in her arms, Zhenya did not slow her thrusts, but did the opposite. Feeling Thea come around her cock was one of Zhenya’s favorite things, and thrusting into that tightness was heavenly.
At this point, the pressure at the base of her cock was considerable, her thrusts becoming shallower against her will. Her knot was fully engorged, and the sudden urge to bend her omega over and fuck her for all the dragon was worth came over her in a wave.
Thea barely had time to notice her absence when Zhenya pulled out, quickly turning the omega around and bending her over the table. Entering her again, the change of angle caused Thea to shout Zhenya’s name, thighs shaking in what must be another incoming orgasm.
“Mistress, please, please give me your knot. I need it, need it so much. I feel so empty, Zhenya, please.”
Thea’s head rested on top of one arm, her cheeks bright red, sun-kissed hair clinging to her sweaty back. Zhenya leaned down, hips flushed to her human’s, thrusting shallowly but quickly, working her open.
“Yes, yes, Thea. My jewel, so precious. Knot and seed, you will get every drop.”
Her entrance slowly gave way, Zhenya’s tail wrapping around one of Thea’s ankles, encouraging her to open her legs further to help get the hot, engorged flesh inside.
Once it started going in, Zhenya began grinding against Thea, knot-fucking her to the best of her abilities. Thea howled with pleasure, back arching, and Zhenya knew she needed just a little more. They both did.
She pulled back a bit further before sheathing herself inside Thea with a brutal, fast thrust. Thea’s moans and cries music to her sharp hearing, her own roar at finally spilling her seed inside Thea muffled as she bit down savagely on Thea’s shoulder.
It would cause no true harm, she had many spells cast on the human to make sure of it, but the scars were always so beautiful.
Allowing her weight to rest on Thea for a moment, Zhenya enjoyed the feeling of her cock throbbing as more cum was spilled. True to her word, she could not feel a single drop escaping her knot, all of her seed secured in Thea’s walls and her womb.
Nuzzling Thea’s shoulder, Zhenya purred. A weak little whirr from Thea caused the rumble in Zhenya’s chest to grow louder. Oh but it was always such a good feeling, breeding her headstrong, competent little general.
With Thea still weak in her arms, Zhenya sat herself back on her golden throne, Thea on her lap, moaning at every little movement.
Hugging Thea to her front, Zhenya pressed her nose to golden hair, inhaling the sweet scent of omega in heat, sex, and Thea. She mumbled against the golden curls.
“Your mother will rue the day she sold you to me. I will consider it the luckiest day of the year.”
Thea laughed weakly, her hand coming up to grasp Zhenya’s, resting over her slightly extended belly.
“You can make it a festival if you like. Just give me her head as you promised, and I will be happy.”
Zhenya smiled, content.
“Her head for you, her kingdom to my hoard. You are truly the most precious jewel in my treasure.”