Elven princess Nessandra has been given a rather uncommon diplomatic duty... to server as a contact and courtier for her mother in the court of the dragon Obsidian. While feeling at first that such a thing is beneath her, Nessa's attitude changes rather quickly when she meets her charge, so quickly in fact, she might just become one of the dragon's pythings...

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  Princess Nessandra politely followed the group of kobolds that had come to greet her by the entrance of the ir.

  When her mother had told her that she had a new job, a diplomatic one at that, she did not expect that a dragon’s ir would be her destination.

  The idea had outraged her. She was a sun elf of high lineage, groomed to be meticulously educated in the arts of diplomacy and entertainment. Her pce should have been in a renowned eleven court, not a magical beast’s grotto.

  Despite her compints, her mother made it clear it was a valuable role for their realm's influence, for the dragon that resided there was powerful, and having one of their family as part of his retinue would help keep them safe in a world in which they had less and less influence.

  Knowing there was no way to get out of it, Nessandra took to studying her charge, and what she read didn't really settle her fears.

  The dragon, one called Obsidian because of the color and texture of his scales, had apparently been raised by humans years before her own birth, and after a long career of adventuring he had settled in a mountain by the coast, keeping all the surrounding region as his unofficial domain, making sure no one threatens it's peace, and also patronizing other up and coming adventurers so they may explore the world as he did.

  If rumors were to be believed, he hoarded not jewels, or antiquities nor other common draconic hoards, but he had grown a plentiful group of lovers and wifes.

  Nessandra had rolled her eyes. An adventuring brute that ter settled and collected pretty women as some kind of barbarian king. She was disgusted by the idea.

  Nevertheless, she departed to what she had read was a surprisingly accommodating ir, yet nothing she could have read could have prepared her for the reality.

  Atop a small mountain that once was home to a volcano, with a beautiful view by the coast, the dragon and his followers had carved nothing less than a pace from the rock.

  While from the outside it was difficult to see, except for a domed area in the summit that apparently was quite new, everything was hidden under the rocky exterior.

  Under that outside shell, majestic polished hallways, illuminated by everlight nterns and sunlight squeezing in via meticulously pnned deep holes through the soil, criss crossed the length and depth of the mountain, it's halls busy with the clicking cws of cute kobolds working as if it was a mix of a small city and a pace’s court.

  And the small dragon-like creatures were not its only inhabitants, with random members of many other species mixing in with the scaley crowds and sometimes waving at Nessandra and her small welcoming party.

  She caught glimpses of comfortable and clean common rooms, kitchens, living spaces and even a bar and what looked like a theater.

  One such as her would never have said it was equal to an elven pace, but she had to quietly admit to herself that she was impressed.

  After walking for a substantial amount of time from the entrance, they finally went up some stairs and reached an engraved entryway that Nessandra suspected to be some kind of audience room.

  A couple of the kobolds in her entourage knocked on the gorgeous double doors that closed off the room, and exchanged some excited phrases in draconic between themselves and those on the other side.

  Finally, one of them came over to her, she had a lovely set of pink scales, bright ruby eyes, and wore a rather daring maid dress. A fancy colr with a heart seal was tight around her neck, yet it didn’t seem to bother her whatsoever. The air with which she carried herself made her think she was probably the head of the dragon’s household, his head maid.

  Nessa found her rather cute, and it had taken some of her restraint to not pet her between her tiny horns. She had read in her books that kobolds were dirty cave dwelling lizards that worshipped dragons like gods, but she had obviously been wrong, for the cleanliness of their scales and diligence of their work definitely made them efficient, and really cute.

  “Our Master will see you know, my dy,” she said with a smile and a little bow.

  “Thank you so much to you and your people guiding me here,” she said while responding to her bow by grabbing her long silken red skirt and doing a little curtsy.

  Something like a happy chirp came out of her small snout, and she accompanied her to the doors, which were being slowly opened from the inside.

  Nessa wasn’t quite ready for the other side of the doors. The room she stepped in was big, as big as some dwarven halls she had visited during her training with her mother.

  It had a wonderful dome carved out of the mountain itself, and instead of decorations it had a regur pattern of lines that had been hollowed out till sunlight could bathe the room from all angles.

  The left side of the huge chamber was decorated with what seemed to be gifts from around the realms that the dragon had received through his life. Such as banners from far away kingdoms, paintings, statues and many such other items.

  On the other hand, the right side sported a massive set of windows that gave view to the coast and the sea, currently glistening under the midday sun.

  Ahead from her, was a set of stairs into an elevated floor but which ended in a big balcony, with enough room for a whole set of dignitaries.

  And its purpose was obvious from looking further beyond it, for the dragon Obsidian sat on the other side, looking at her with keen and burning eyes the color of magma.

  He was big enough that his head was visible above the ptform, which raised to a height almost like that for a first floor. She couldn’t see much of his body because of the obstacle in her way, but she clutched the silken red top over her chest instinctively, as if the idea of seeing him fully made her heart jump, for some reason.

  She quickly regained her composure and smiled at her host, who smiled back at her with his lizard-like face, a row of sharp ivory teeth as long as short swords visible right under his lip.

  “Ah, my dear princess Nessandra!” he said with a voice that sounded like the rumbling of a volcano, “please come close and up the ptform my lovely kobolds installed for visitors, that way we can converse at equal height.”

  Nessa took a deep breath before smiling and giving him a bow from the other side of the room. His words had gone through her flesh as if tingling every single fiber, his power palpable.

  She truly understood now why her mother wished to have someone here to have the dragon’s ear.

  “Thank you for your courtesy, lord Obsidian,” she said in her best tone before following the kobold maid up the stairs.

  Said marble stairs had been decorated with a lovely red carpet that ended just before the balcony.

  As soon as they arrived Nessa locked gazes with Obsidian, now so close she could see the beautiful crystalline gloss of the scales that gave him his name.

  The swirling magma-like color of his eyes seemed to drag her into him, as if the dragon was about to suck out her soul.

  It took her a moment to notice that her kobold guide had brought her a chair and was inviting her to sit close to the edge of the balcony, and thus able to talk with her host comfortably.

  She did so with courtesy, straightening her loose skirt with her hands as she sat down.

  “Would you like something to drink, princess?” Obsidian said, his words once more going through her as if a warm gust of wind had bsted through a piece of fabric.

  “Thank you for your hospitality, my lord,” she said, trying to stay focused, “may I have some water or something not very strong?”

  Nessa hoped that wasn’t rude to his host, but the st thing she needed was alcohol considering how light her head was feeling all of a sudden.

  Obsidian nodded at his kobolds and in what felt like an instant a small coffee table was resting next to Nessa’s chair, and on it was some water, some juice and a couple of gsses for her that the cute scaly creatures were filling for her.

  She took up the gss of juice and tried to drink it as demurely as possible, for she found herself almost wanting to inhale it because of how thirsty she was.

  “Thank you so much to you and your servants, my lord,” she said, putting the gss down, “and apologies if that was rude.”

  He shook his huge head and smiled once more at her.

  Nessa took this moment to take a good look beyond the balcony, her view no longer obstructed by it.

  Obsidian’s huge body, bigger than an elephant but built almost like that of a great feline, id on a massive pile of cushions, the dragon lounging almost like a cat in their basket.

  Around him were several other people, all of them women, or so it seemed at first gnce, and not two of them simir, for they all appeared to be of different species and traits.

  Some id against and cuddled the dragon with longing in their eyes, as if utterly transfixed by him. They wore few clothes except for what comfort required and jewellery to enhance their beauty.

  Others, however, seemed to be paying attention to her the same as the dragon, and they dressed in different ways, perhaps making clear some kind of role in the Lair, like that of a schor, a witch or a personal maid.

  Regardless, they were all breathtakingly beautiful, and it didn’t take a genius to realise they were also deeply loyal to him.

  His famous wives, Nessa thought to herself.

  She could now better understand how something like this had happened, the dragon’s aura was warm and inviting, putting her at ease while also making her feel miniscule. His magical magnetism was intoxicating.

  “Are you alright my dear princess?” he asked her while lowering his head closer to her.

  “I’m… ok my lord,” she said, trying to hide the shaking in her hands, “you are more majestic in person than I expected, that’s all.”

  A small smirk appeared on the dragon’s face.

  She couldn’t help but to smile back at him, her heart jackhammering in her heart and her slender thighs quivering.

  In her studies, she had read that dragons such as Obsidian sometimes project a mystical aura around them, one that makes them awesome in the cssic sense of the word. Stunning those that look at them with their terrifying majesty.

  Nessa contempted that this was the effect of such aura, but she didn’t really feel afraid of him. Not quite at least. It was more like longing, as if she wanted to feel the warmth of his scales on her skin and her name on his lips.

  Also, and perhaps more shocking, she was wet and horribly aroused.

  She tried to move in her chair with some decorum, smoothing and stretching her silken top along her rather ft chest, and she was mortified to notice her nipples were so hard they surely were noticeable by all.

  Obsidian moved his huge head even closer to her.

  It was like that of an alligator, but with a shorter snout, crowned by a beautiful set of back swept thick horns, somewhat like those of an ibex. A single pointy horn protruded from just above his nose, and his nostrils seemed to smell her eagerly.

  Despite his inhuman face and predatory visage, Nessa couldn’t help but to find him beautiful in an almost alien way.

  “Princess, it sounds as if your heart is about to burst from your chest,” he said, in an understanding tone.

  Nessa tried to fight with her own body to try and regain her noble form, but her flesh was burning under her skin.

  She got up, the feeling under her skin too much for her to bear.

  ‘“I am appalled by this, my lord, but I feel as if my body is burning,” she said, trying her best to keep her trembling legs and aching groin from making her fall on her knees, “I fear I may have contracted some sickness on my way here…”

  Obsidian slightly tilted his head to one side, like a curious cat, and Nessa thought of it incredibly cute.

  “Princess, if I may be so bold…” he said before giving her a wry smile, “may I smell you up close?”

  Nessa looked at him puzzled.

  “Smell me?” she asked, still trembling and her heart racing even faster.

  “Indeed, I just want to make sure of something…” he said, sounding as polite as ever, but his tone seemed to imply he was having fun.

  She hesitated for a second, but ultimately gave him a small nod.

  “Please… go ahead my lord…” she said, bracing for it.

  Obsidian smiled and lowered his head further, taking small sniffs of her, her soft silks being dragged into his nostrils from his powerful breath.

  He pced the tip of his snout right on her body, carefully smelling her, and the feeling of his beautiful scales on her almost drove Nessa mad, she could hardly contain her desire to stroke them, and the burning warmth of his body made her feel even wetter in her groin, much to her shame.

  Finally, the dragon took a long sniff at her midsection, the pull of which made her loudly moan, before he pulled back his head and grinned.

  Nessa covered her blushing face, to have done something like that in the court of someone so powerful, the shame was consuming her.

  “I’m so sorry my lord…” she pleaded, doing a deep bow.

  Obsidian, to her surprise, let out a soft ugh, which was echoed by the others in the room. It was not of mockery, but of amusement.

  “My dear, there is nothing to be ashamed of, apologies for making you blush,” he said with a gentle yet cheeky smile that fshed his sharp teeth.

  “By the way my dear princess, I believe you are not ill…” he said, his fiery eyes locking with her bright blue ones, “you are aroused…”

  His words made her scoff, yet blush more…

  “Aroused?!” she said, indignant, “my lord, why would I be aroused in this situation?!”

  Her frustration and offense was real, and yet, though she would loathe to admit it… he was right.

  “I have a suspicion, my dear princess, something borne of almost two centuries of experience…” he said, raising one of his arms and ying his chin on it in a rexed way.

  Nessa could barely contain her indignation.

  “And pray tell, my lord, what is this suspicion?” she said, her decorum and patience going out the window in a dispy that would have shamed her mother, yet, she was too flustered and angry to care.

  Obsidian chuckled once more, making her want to sp him on his snout.

  “I think this is your first time facing a dragon’s aura, and particurly one that I have trained through the decades to have an effect I find particurly enticing…” he said with a grin.

  She crossed her arms and turned her body sideways to him, trying to hide the wetness that was sure to reach the front of her skirt if things continued as they were.

  “...And what is this effect?” she asked, with a quieter tone, already suspecting his answer.

  Obsidian lowered his face closer to her again, almost touching her.

  “It makes cute bottoms feel horny, docile and needy…” he said with a grin so big she wanted to punch him.

  Nessa blushed so hard her cute pointy ears seemed about to pop.

  “As if me, an elven princess of the sun would feel aroused or submissive towards an overgrown smug lizard such as…” she couldn’t finish her indignant spiel before Obsidian uttered a single word.

  “Sit,” he said, with a snap of his tongue that made Nessa’s whole body disobey her and sit on her chair as a little girl that was told off by her teacher.

  She was in shock, it had happened so quickly, and she had obeyed quite promptly, as if his command overruled her whole mind.

  “What… what just happened?” she asked herself out loud.

  Obsidian and his wives once more let out an amused ugh.

  “My sweet princess, you may not want to accept this, but it is definitely affecting you…” he said with a grin.

  She shook her head.

  “Nonsense, you just caught me by surprise, one of my upbringing would never fall to something like this!” she said, trying more to convince herself than anyone else in the room.

  Obsidian however, shook his head.

  “If you do not like this, and feel it’s unfair, please, I invite you to take your leave,” he said, formally, “as much as I enjoy the effects of my draconic aura, if you do not wish to be exposed to them, I do not want them to make you feel uncomfortable.”

  She pouted before raising her voice again.

  “I will not back down from my duties!” she said with her arms crossed over her chest to hide her painfully erect nipples, “test that aura of yours against me, I’m sure what I’m experiencing is just nerves and perhaps some sort of magical cold.”

  Though the dragon had no eyebrows, the ridge of scales over his eye very much made it look like he was raising one.

  “Are you sure, my dear?” he said, in a serious tone.

  “Absolutely, I will not fail…” she said, with a proud and haughty expression.

  “Very well then…” he said with a serious tone, before moving his body closer and looking at the fire of his eyes with her body.

  Nessa felt a wave of warmth wash over her like an avanche, making every fibre of her being feel soft, delicate and in desperate need…

  Her eyes opened wide as the magma-like glow of Obsidian’s eyes shone back on hers.

  “Stand up, princess…” he said firmly.

  Nessa cwed at her own arm, her heart about to burst.

  “Now,” the dragon said in a firm tone that made a silence fall over the room.

  The princess did as she was told, her face expressing such a whirlwind of emotions it looked like she was about to cry.

  “Look at me…” he said, lifting her chin up with one of his cws, so sharp it felt like a scimitar next to her thin neck.

  “Take off that skirt…” he said, his tone no longer hiding his lust for her.

  Nessa shivered and grasped at his cw, holding it as if her body may double over and fall any second.

  “Do it…” he said so close to her she could feel his fiery breath on her smooth chocote skin.

  With confused tears running down her cheeks, she clumsily untied her long silken skirt, which dropped down to the floor as if was a crimson waterfall, exposing her beautiful long legs to the room, the non stop trembling of her knees, and the thin lines of wetness dripping down from her soaked crotch.

  “You understand now, don’t you?” he said to her, his words stabbing her heart like daggers.

  Nessa nodded at him between sobs, afraid, yet hornier that she had ever been in her life.

  “My aura is addictive to those that it affects like this…” he said, pulling the effect of it as much as he could muster, “if you stay it will envelop and consume you, you will become the horny needy bottom you crave to be…”

  She bit her lip in between tears, shocked about how appetising that sounded.

  “If you don’t want this for you, please, turn around, take your leave, my kobolds will make sure you’re ok, and there will be no insult or issue between your family and mine…”

  “But… if you do decide to stay, I will take you as mine, my little toy princess,” he said with a lustful grin, “and you will take your pce as one of my wifes…”

  Nessa’s head was spinning, but her determination towards her duties was too important to her.

  “I will not shy away from my charge…” she said, “I was sent here to be part of your court and a contact and link between you and my family.”

  Obsidian seemed to scoff at this.

  “But what about you?,” he said, looking deeply into her, “what do you want?”

  Nessa stood there almost hypnotised by his eyes, unable to respond.

  “If you want this, you need to say it, loud and clear…” he said, so close to her she could almost lick the scales on his lips.

  “I want it…” she said, shocked at her own words.

  “You want it?” he said softly, “you want to submit to me and be my little toy?”

  It was as if a spear had gone through her aching nethers.

  “I do…” she said, covering her face in shame while her body was wracked with need.

  “Louder… say, I want to be your toy, Master,” he said with steam coming out of his nostrils.

  Nessa sobbed louder, but they were tears of sadness, but those born of need and finally understanding a piece of herself that still felt her shame and pity.

  With shocking tenderness, the dragon gently licked the tears of her face, and the feeling of his burning tongue on her skin made her once more loud like a common whore in a brothel.

  “Come on my dear… you can do this…” he said, encouraging her.

  Finally, after cleaning her tears with her wrists, and with her eyes wide open and focused on her charge, she was able to speak.

  “I… want it,” she said, stuttering amongst trembles, “I wish to be your toy… Master…”

  Saying that word, Master, felt like being liberated and crushed at the same time.

  The dragon commenced to softly vibrate with a gentle purr while lovingly giving her a nuzzle against her torso, and somehow, this seemed to soother her bruised ego.

  Yet it also made her feel needier than ever, his purring almost driving her to orgasm.

  She held his massive snout for dear life, sobbing over his scales while simultaneously smiling and blushing.

  “Good girl…” he said, his words stabbing further into Nessa’s heart and making her feel like putty.

  “Now… take off your underwear…” Obsidian said with a sacious grin.

  Shame coursed through Nessa, who felt humiliated from being reduced to a needy whore in just a public space, yet, she could not deny him… nay, she wanted to obey him.

  Slowly, and holding herself with one hand against her new Master’s snout, she clumsily took off her utterly soaked silken undergarments, tossing them aside as she stood with her pussy completely exposed for all to see, it’s smooth hairless puckered lips burning and ready for whatever her Master had in store for her.

  The kobold maid who was still in the room politely picked up Nessa’s discarded skirt and undies. She kept smiling at her with no judgement whatsoever in her eyes, and this respectful attitude made Nessa feel better.

  “And your top, my sweet toy…” the dragon said, his tongue enticingly close to the princess.

  Nessa squirmed against his snout, but complied without compint, carefully removing her silken top by pulling it over her head, her gorgeous purple mane flowing over her now completely exposed chocote skin.

  She was so slender and petite compared to the dragon that it almost felt as if he could use her as a toothpick, which made her feel so defenceless that she pressed her small chest against him, hugging his snout while shivering.

  The dragon opened his jaws slightly, and his long meaty tongue poked out, sciviously licking her thighs and tummy all while she tried to muffle her moans against his scales.

  With a lewd look in his face, the dragon finally pressed his tongue between her thighs, slowly coiling it around her left thigh and then making the long sinuous appendage crawl along her skin upwards to her perky asscheeks and finally coiling firmly around her belly.

  The sensation of his long, warm and wet tongue sliding along her pussylips finally broke her, and Nessa loudly orgasmed against him, her body avoiding hitting the floor only because of how tightly his tongue was holding her and her own hands cwing at his soft to the touch yet hard as steel scales.

  Her body couldn’t stop convulsing non stop, as she rested her torso over his nose, her loud and deep moans mixing with her still somewhat confused sobbing.

  “You really needed that, didn’t you, princess?” he said, the vibrations of his voice traveling up his tongue and making Nessa’s eyes roll back into her skull.

  “Yes… Master…” she said, still barely able to accept how much she was enjoying this.

  “But that’s not enough, is it?” he said, purring a bit louder.

  She shook her head, her body craved more, so much more.

  “Show me how much you want it… grind those lovely hips against me…” he said with a naughty sparkle in his eyes.

  Nessa once more tried to dig her nails into his scales, not even able to make a scratch, and letting her body take over, she started moving her hips along his tongue, gently spreading her own lower lips on the burning tongue of her lover.

  Soft needed gasps escaped her lips, as she couldn’t help herself but to grind faster and harder against me.

  “You like being a little horny toy, don’t you my princess?” the dragon asked, knowing the answer well.

  Nessa nodded at him while hiding her face against his scales.

  “Say it…” he ordered, making her tremble once more.

  “I do…” she said, softly.

  “Say exactly as I just said, and louder…” he said, purring even louder.

  “I love being your little toy…” she said, softly.

  “Louder…” he insisted.

  “I love being your little toy!” she said, forcing her lungs to do as she needed.

  “Louder!” her roared at her, his booming voice almost making her orgasm again.

  “I LOVE BEING YOUR LITTLE TOY!” she said, before breaking into aroused yet ashamed sobbing.

  “Good girl…” he said, genuinely proud, “now… rub harder, show Master how much you want this…”

  Nessa whimpered for him in agreement before trying her best to focus on her hips and the lovely warmth between her legs.

  Every slide along his tongue drove her insane, Obsidian’s tongue was shockingly firm for how flexible it was, and it felt like rubbing her nether against a slick and smooth toy.

  After mere seconds of doing so, she no longer needed to even think about what she was doing, her hips moving on their own.

  The most whorish and filthy sounds that she had ever uttered kept coming out of her mouth, her hands and torso stuck to her Master as she was clinging to him for dear life.

  Her gaze was lost inside the draconic eye closest to her, the visage of her own depraved need for him reflected back at her in the fiery orb.

  “Ma… master…” she asked, struggling to compose words in between her loud moans, “is it true that you are not controlling me somehow? Some spell?”

  Obsidian seemed to smile to himself before speaking, the vibrations of his tongue wracking Nessa’s nethers with jolts of delight.

  “I swear to you, my dear, I never resort to underhanded tactics like that…” he said, in a firm and honest tone, “the mind control spells, magical bindings and obedience brands come ter… if they are what you crave…”

  The dragon and his harem all giggled at those words, all while Nessa tried to bury her face onto his scales from the thought assaulting her head.

  To her, all those things suddenly sounded extremely hot.

  She tried to stave off the shame by rubbing harder against Obsidian’s tongue, her body closer and closer to the limit.

  “Those things sound… nice… Master…” she said, dying from embarrassment and almost ready to cum.

  Obsidian raised an eyebrow.

  “All of them?” he asked, with a cheeky grin.

  Nessa nodded in between gasps.

  “All of them…” she said in a soft voice, as silent as a mouse squeak.

  “Then hurry up and cum for me, princess,” he said with a scivious evil look in his eyes, “I’m dying to bind every fibre of your being to my will…”

  His words were the st trigger she needed, and with a loud moan she orgasmed on his tongue so hard her legs went limp and only Obsidian’s grip on her kept her from falling.

  Nessa’s legs kept shaking and shaking, as if they wanted to remove themselves from her hips, just as her cute toes curled as she hung from the dragon’s tongue.

  Obsidian purred louder as his eye focused on the lovely Nessa almost drooling on his scales as her torso id on his snout, her deep and still lewd breaths made her petite yet gorgeous chocote chest heave against him.

  Slowly, the dragon gently let her down on the floor, where the kobold maid had id a thick and soft bnket for Nessa to kneel onto without hurting herself.

  The cute pink kobold shot her a wink and Nessa couldn’t help but to blush and wave at her.

  Obsidian suddenly pced both his huge cws on the sides of the ptform where Nessa had climbed to speak with him, and pushed his body forward, leaving his massive torso like a roof over the princess’ head.

  In front of her was Obsidian’s draconic cock, pointed almost like a ballista arrow towards her, it was longer than she was tall and thicker than her petite frame.

  Nessa looked at it transfixed by its shape. It was meaty red phallus that ended in a tapered tip, like that of a tongue spear. The phallus was covered in sequential ridges and throbbing veins, pulsating so hot that small lines of steam seemed to rise from it.

  It was pulling her towards it somehow, or rather, Nessa could not help but to drag herself closer.

  The heat coming from it made her blood boil with need, and the smell it gave away was the most bizarre thing, deep and pungent, digging straight into her sinuses, but nonetheless accompanied by a pleasant sweet smell.

  Like a dog waiting for a treat, she found herself with her tongue out, so close to its flesh she could taste it.

  “Well aren’t you a well trained toy already…” Obsidian said looking at her thanks to his long neck, “go ahead my sweet princess, ther and worship your Master, use your whole body for it and do not dare stop till you are drowning in my cum…”

  Nessa started giggling as if she had gone insane, tears still running down her cheeks.

  “Yes Master!” she said, so eager to get started her tongue was already touching his flesh as the st sylble abandoned her mouth.

  With a passion that she had never showed any of her previous partners, which Nessa now realised it was because of refusing to accept what really aroused her, she threw herself at her Master’s cock, rubbing her silky and petite chest against the massive phallus while she licked, sucked and tongue kissed the slit of it’s tip.

  Her hands embraced it as if it was a lover, and her fingers danced along his ridges and pulsating veins as she became more and more drunk on his smell and taste.

  It was just not the dragon’s aura that was forcing her to accept who she was, but also his delicious aroma.

  His Master had the most delectable smell, like a mixture of a steaming spring, a warm firepce and, strangely but not unwelcome, roasted cinnamon.

  This aroma was even stronger around his aroused manhood, and each breath of it seemed to drill itself deep into her brain, making her pussy drool with the thought of pping every drop of cum that he may bless her with.

  Obsidian growled and purred in response for her effusive and dedicated attention, but since she was so small compared to his cock, he dexterously wrapped the end of his tail around the parts of his cock she couldn’t reach, gently stroking himself for her.

  Now without the pleasure of figure out how to make her Master cum with her small body compared to him, Nessa fully focused on what she could do to show him her wantonness and deserve his load, covering his tip in long dirty kisses and licks as she caressed and teased his ridges.

  Her Master really seemed to enjoy the feeling of her petite chest against the big ridge separating the head of his cock from the shaft, so she started grinding her cute breasts against it, all while giving the tip the longest tongue kiss she could muster with all the air her lungs could hold.

  It wasn’t long before she had almost fallen into a trance, her eyes gzed over as if the only thing that existed was the enormous raging phallus in front of her.

  Obsidian had sped up the stroking with his tail, and it was clear he was ready to burst, but Nessa, wanting to be a good toy for her new Master, continued worshiping his tip as if there was nothing else in the world for her to care about.

  “Princess, get ready…” he growled, “it’s going to be a lot…”

  The dragon tensed and raised his body slightly, with Nessa getting dragged onto her tiptoes as she grabbed her Master’s cock for dear life.

  Excited, she pnted her feet firmly on the ground before caressing the edges of the head on her Master’s cock, suckling his tip like a needy babe, begging under her breath for him to drown her in his seed.

  With a loud roar, Obsidian orgasmed as his cock twitched and pulsed for the gorgeous elven princess.

  A shot of his cum came out with such force that Nessa got knocked onto her back, her face caked in the delicious seed of her Master, and with some quick thinking born more of arousal and need than having a clear mind, she kicked off her golden sandals and tched on to Obsidian’s dick with her legs, pulling the enormous phallus down so the shes of cum spraying out of it hit her chest, face and belly instead of being wasted on the floor.

  She couldn’t help but to furiously touch herself as Obsidian’s seed painted her chocote skin white, the creamy liquid so warm against her that it felt like burning.

  His cum smelt even more of cinnamon and she couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips and opening her mouth wide with her tongue out, trying to catch as much as she could. This rewarded her with a final thick spray that hit her exactly on the mouth, the ungodly amount of seed almost drowning her as it flooded down her throat.

  With a choking and gurgling sound because of her obstructed throat and nose, she orgasmed so hard her world started going gray and her ears were ringing.

  Nessa’s world went dark as she fainted from the new whirlwind of sensations that were coursing through her, but she felt no fear or anxiety while she did so, the only thought on her head being her craving to be used more, so much more.

  The elven princess had no idea how long time passed between her sudden fainting and the world returning to her senses, but she was super she had been tenderly carried away and fiddled with.

  An odd cavalcade of wet dreams filled her head while it moved from unconsciousness to sleepy stupor and finally drowsy waking.

  She found herself on a lovely bed, its silken sheets warm and soft against her naked skin. This was no longer Obsidian’s reception room, but a set of private chambers somewhere in the Lair.

  As with everything in this pce, it had been carved into the mountain with care and dedication, and while rough on some areas, the decor and cosiness of the room made her feel safe and comfortable. It wasn’t a huge room, but it was spacious enough to move about comfortably, and currently it only had a couple of pieces of furniture besides the bed.

  The dim light of sunset crawled in from carved windows next to the ceiling, letting her know she had been out for at least a few hours.

  She noticed that on the wall to the right side of the bed, there was a lovely full mirror, that currently reflected her body.

  Nessa’s heart skipped a beat when she noticed that a gorgeous golden sve colr was tightly fastened around her neck. She caressed it with the tip of her fingers, the feeling of its metallic surface making her body boil in arousal.

  It must have been infused with some minor magic, for despite how tight it was, she felt no obstruction or discomfort on her neck.

  The sight of it made her feel bubbly inside, she loved the idea of being colred by her Master, though now that the excitement from before had waned a bit she couldn’t help but to blush because of it.

  She could also catch a glimpse of something golden on her lower belly, which made her get on her knees on bed while facing the mirror to take a better look.

  A gorgeous golden sigil seemed to have been carved on the skin of her mound. She had seen this symbol in multiple pces of the Lair, it was Obsidian’s personal emblem.

  Yet it was not entirely identical; it was more eborate and seemed to have a unique pattern in its lines.

  He had branded her, just as he had suggested and she had agreed to in the throes of passion.

  Nessa covered her mouth to quiet the whorish moan that almost escaped her, her brain was still struggling to understand why she found this so hot… but it didn’t really matter, she did, and it was painfully obvious.

  She mindlessly followed the lines of her brand with one finger, trembling as she did so, her pussy aching once more for the dragon that was now her Master.

  Her mind seemed to fade away and rex as her finger caressed her brand. It was gorgeous, and it made her skin course with some otherwise imperceptible power.

  Just as her hands started to move as if possessed to her nethers and breasts, the door to the room slowly swung open, and on the other side of the threshold stood her Obsidian.

  “Master…” she said instinctively like an infatuated teenager, quickly covering her mouth in shock because of how naturally and without prompt the word came out of her mouth.

  Obsidian chuckled to himself and stepped into the room, his four legged gait like that of a tiger or a lion.

  He was much smaller than before, most definitely a use of his magic so he could move about his ir more easily, for it was obvious he had not always been so massive when it was built.

  Yet, he was still much bigger than him, his eyes higher than hers despite her kneeling on the bed, and his strong animalistic body easily three times her size.

  He closed the door with his tail once he was fully inside the room, and with a smile on his face he moved closer to Nessa, giving her a warm nuzzle as if he was a huge scaly cat.

  The princess giggled and hugged his head, covering it in kisses as he rubbed it against her chest and face.

  “How are you feeling, my little toy?” a jolt of arousal went down Nessa’s spine as he called her toy again, “you went down into a happy stupor when I finished on you before…”

  His naughty grin made it obvious he was mincing no words to make her blush, and she did so, looking at him with puppy eyes from behind her hands.

  “I’m… sorry Master, I had never felt that way…” she said, trying to hide how much she was squeezing her thighs together.

  Obsidian chuckled to himself while nuzzling her again.

  “Do you like your colr and brand, little toy?” he said, savoring the words.

  Nessa trembled, she didn’t just like them, she loved them, and this still shocked her in a way that she was unable to expin even to herself.

  “I… do, Master,” she tried, looking away from him while feeling as if she was boiling alive.

  Obsidian gave her a tender lick on her cheek, forcing a cute little moan out of her.

  “You were so excited before I took the liberty to go ahead and put them on you… but if it was too hasty and you want them remov…”

  “No!” shouted Nessa in desperation, quickly realising how loud she had been and covering her face in shame.

  A massive grin showed in the dragon’s face.

  “So… sorry for shouting, Master…” she said, sheepishly, “I like them both very much…”

  She risked a timid smile as she looked at him from behind her fingers.

  Obsidian beamed a warm smile at her, obviously pleased his judgement had been sound and his new toy was happy.

  “Would you like to see what they do?” he said with a smirk.

  Nessa raised her gaze from behind her hands with a look of puzzlement.

  “Do?” she asked, repeating his words.

  Obsidian chuckled again, his ugh like the rumble of a small volcano.

  The dragon looked at her with a cheeky smile, and then did a small gesture with his cw.

  Suddenly, a golden chain made of magical energy materialised between his hand and Nessa’s colr. Before she could react, he gave it a little pull, making the chocote skinned elf suddenly find her face, and lips, right on her Master’s nose.

  She stared at him with a mixture of shock and arousal, the storm of lewd feelings that had engulfed her before in the reception room returning with a vengeance.

  With jittering hands, she grasped at her colr and the chain. It was warm to the touch, and felt as heavy as steel despite its ethereal nature.

  Nessa’s head started to spin as her nethers screamed to be used, the lovely princess unable to utter a word in response to what had just happened.

  And as the dragon let go of her leash, it banished with a dim sparkle.

  “And that’s just your colr… the brand is so much more powerful…” Obsidian said, licking his teeth as if he was about to devour her whole.

  “How… so… Master…?” Nessa managed to ask as her brain turned into mush.

  Obsidian’s grin got so wide it felt as if it was about to spill off his face.

  “Cum for me, little toy…” he said softly.

  His words went right through her, as if something deeper than her mind was listening, making her brand imperceptibly vibrate under her skin.

  Before she could even compose a thought, her body was wracked with a sublime orgasm, making her fall backwards onto her bed arching so much that someone could have rightly mistaken her for a bow.

  The overwhelming feeling flooded her mind and made her nethers basically explode with the same sensation as just having had the best sex in existence.

  She grasped the silken sheets as Obsidian’s head hovered over her, looking at his toy with delighted eyes.

  Nessa panted as the waves of delight started to wash away from her body, allowing her soaked nethers to calm and her mind to once more start forming thoughts.

  But before she could do so her Master parted his draconic lips, uttering a single word.

  “Again”

  Nessa’s eyes rolled back into her skull as she spasmed from the overwhelming orgasm; sweet moans and babbles leaving her lips as her chest heaved desperately trying to give her air and her thighs clenched so much a mortal man would have lost their head had it been between them.

  With tears of both shock and delight, she stared at her Master, her body burning more than it ever had in her life, even counting this morning.

  “The brand cuts directly into your soul, my dear, and makes you my literal toy…” he said with a purr that clearly indicated his satisfaction, “not only it makes my orders impossible to disobey, your body responds to me as if you were nothing more than a sweet little flesh doll…”

  Nessa’s heart did a somersault. In any other circumstance she would have been terrified… but here, now…. She was ecstatic.

  Obsidian, noticing her delight and eagerness, pced one of his huge cwed hands on her chest, pinning her down while it desperately heaved for air.

  He teased her lips with the tip of his snout, and as she opened, his long muscur tongue extended from his jaws, leaving behind a soft trail of steam from his burning body.

  The dragon pushed the tongue down her mouth all while Nessa moaned like a whore, desperately grabbing his massive head while she tried her best to keep her body still and her airways open.

  Obsidian’s tongue went deep past the back of her mouth and well into her throat, making it bulge while Nessa continued to twitch and arch in mindless delight.

  He tested how deep he could kiss her while she suckled his tongue as much as she could, the cute elven princess trying to remain focused even through the ck of air.

  But she was so consumed by her own submission that if she had lost consciousness here again, she wouldn’t have cared, she was enjoying it too much.

  Finally, Obsidian pulled his tongue out with a satisfied purr, and stared at her for a sweet moment, the love he felt for his hoard enveloping her already despite her only having been part of it for less than a day.

  “Are you happy, little toy?” he asked as he covered her belly and chest in long loving licks.

  Nessa nodded as effusively as she could.

  “I am, Master…” she tried to clear the happy tears from her eyes, “I can’t believe how wrong I was and how annoyed I was with my mother for sending me here…”

  “Please forgive me, I didn’t know…” she said while giving her the best pleading look her heart could muster.

  Obsidian ughed before giving her a sweet lick on her face.

  “When your mother sent me her letter letting me know she was sending you here, the way she asked me to take care of you made me feel she knew this was going to happen…” the dragon said with a small chuckle as he lovingly licked her brand and lower lips, making Nessa moan softly for him.

  “You think she knew your aura would affect me this much?” Nessa said in between little whines from his attention.

  Obsidian nodded.

  “Your mother and I have been friends for a very long time, since before you were born, actually,” he said, nibbling her nethers with his ridiculously sharp teeth, yet so delicately he wasn’t even leaving a mark, “I knew we were close, but if she sent you suspecting we’d end up like this she trust me even more than I thought.”

  “I honestly feel honored,” he said, resting his cheek on her belly and tenderly rubbing his scales against her silky skin.

  Nessa ughed out loud while caressing his nose.

  “Then I guess I’m doing an excellent job as a diplomat and member of your court,” she said with a radiant smile on her face.

  Obsidian purred in response.

  “I’ll be sure to send her something in return, or perhaps someone… maybe one of my children would relish the chance to join an elven court…” he said, slowly dragging his tongue along her belly and between her petite breasts.

  Nessa clenched the bedsheets in response, her Master definitely had mastered his bedroom skills in his long life.

  “You have children with the women in your hoard, Master?” she asked, already knowing the answer but curious for the details.

  “But of course, little toy, my hoarding is not triggered by just beautiful women, but from women I love or I truly connect with,” he said, giving her a sacious look, “and when it comes to children it’s always pnned, a couple of happy accidents non withstanding.”

  “As tempting as it is to just breed you gorgeous creatures all day long, I don’t want to bring unloved or unwanted children to this world…” he said with a sweet and honest tone, but the way he said breed made the princess tense up with a moan.

  Nessa really liked this side of him, not just a powerful creature she had submitted to because of her till now unknown urges, but a genuinely caring individual, gigantic size and scaled body notwithstanding.

  “I think my mother would like that, Master, despite her many lovers she seems lonely and from your words and hers I suspect she had a crush on you at one time…” Nessa said, trying to be formal and kind despite catching glimpses of Obsidian’s cock and dying to feel it rearrange her insides.

  “Such a perceptive little toy…” he said as he dug his teeth pyfully on her thigh, just enough to steal a moan from her, “and the feeling was mutual, but even a dragon doesn’t always get what he craves.”

  Nessa couldn’t help but to caress her own body and squeeze his snout between her thighs, her flesh burned for him.

  “Then satiate those cravings on me, Master,” she said, trying to find some sort of bance in her mind between her roles as emissary, courtesan, and toy, “I’m yours, please don’t hold back…”

  She bit her lip with a passionate look, embracing all these new feelings was making her feel complete, as if she had found her calling.

  Obsidian growled as if he was a ravenous beast and pulled her by the legs to the edge of the bed, his jaw locked around Nessa but without using his teeth, though their sharpness was close enough that the princess held her breath with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

  “Spread wide then, my toy, it’s time I take you properly…” he said, licking his lips.

  Nessa’s legs obeyed him before her mind did, if this was because of her brand or her eagerness, she wasn’t sure, but in an instant she was holding her thighs open, offering herself as much as she could.

  Her eyes pleaded with him as if her life was in his cws.

  Obsidian looked at her with his eyes burning bright, barely holding himself back.

  “Beg for it, little toy…” he said as he pnted his cwed beast-like hands on the sides of the bed, his burning red cock raising steam above the princess.

  “Please Master…” she said, delicately spreading her pussy lips with her arms stretched under her thighs, “I need you, I need this… my body feels hollow…”

  He clenched his teeth as his body tensed, he was enjoying her honeyed words.

  “Please ravage me, fill me, break me, if you must…” she said, almost tearing up with need, “don’t hold back and use me like the toy I am…”

  Obsidian’s head lunged at her and his jaws closed barely an inch from her face with a snap.

  Nessa didn't even blink, her lips so close to his scales she could taste them.

  He finally moved again, firmly grabbing her by the waist, and raising her lower body enough he could shove the tip of his spear-like cock inside her.

  The princess screamed in a mix of pain and delight, her Master honoring her plea to not hold back, and just impaling her in one brutal thrust.

  Nessa’s brand glimmered for a second as it altered her body just enough to not suffer damage from a phallus so thick it should have split her in two.

  Obsidian pushed and pushed, his tip plowing through her cervix and stretching her womb, so much so that Nessa could swear she could feel him under her stomach.

  And yet, not a single jolt of pain assaulted her, in fact the opposite was true, every inch of her flesh that moved, bent or stretched for him inside her made her fill whole and brimming with delight.

  The sensations were so overwhelming that once more her face had twisted into a lewd grimace, but it was now one in full acceptance of who she was.

  “Harder… deeper…” she pleaded, her tiny nails scratching against his hard as steel yet warm and smooth scales, “please break me if you must, but don’t stop!”

  Obsidian licked her face in between enthusiastic growls as he pushed his hard knot against her overstretched pussy lips, her words like fire on his heart.

  “With pleasure, little toy,” he said with a firm thrust that made Nessa feel as if her whole body could explode with need, “such a good girl…”

  It was as if she had been staked through the heart with his st words; nothing had ever brought her so much happiness.

  She threw her legs around his thighs, trying to hold on tightly to him so she could feel the full intensity of each thrust, and he responded by grabbing the bed firmly and pushing forward with his body, making sure she got his full weight every time his hips smmed against her.

  Nessa could barely breathe because of her need and excitement.

  Each thrust reverberated through her flesh and bones, making it clear a petite thing like her would be by now a spt on the bed sheets was it not for her Master’s magic, and her mind sunk deeper and deeper into that warm and happy pce she had discovered were she could just stop thinking and be a toy for him.

  “Yes, please!” she screamed mindlessly, “break me! Break me!”

  Her words seemed to have the desired effect because Obsidian let out a loud grunt and smmed his hips so hard the whole room vibrated, and each subsequent smash kept the same force.

  The bestial thrusts stole away Nessa’s breath, leaving her unable to speak a word except for her enthusiastic and whorish moans.

  For a moment she felt herself as if floating above the scene, utterly consumed with lust from the sight and feeling of her Master taking her like a rutting animal, the sps of his knot against her pussy filling the room with lewd anticipation.

  The pulsating of his cock and clenching of his teeth let Nessa know he was ready to unload inside her, and for a moment she felt as if the whole universe stood still, she had been looking forward to this all day, nay, all her life without knowing.

  With a loud roar Obsidian tensed up and brutally pushed his knot inside her pussy with a wet and dirty pop.

  And not an instant after an utter flood of his burning cum shot like a damn bursting inside the utterly ecstatic Nessa.

  His thick seed felt like burning magma under her skin, and her body stretched and bloated making room for the torrent of cream filling her not unlike a chocote coated pastry.

  Nessa’s mind melted into an incoherent storm of sweet and lewd sensations, the brightness of her eyes gone as if she was nothing more than a trembling doll.

  She couldn’t stop orgasming even after the st shot of his long torrent of cum wracked her insides, the pressure of all his seed trapped inside her thanks to his tight and burning knot making her feel like the happiest cum dump in the pnes.

  Slowly, calm started to return to the room as Obsidian’s breaths rexed and he carefully moved to check on his little toy, who was still a mess of orgasmic twitches.

  With a satisfied chuckle, he tenderly climbed on the bed while holding her body against his belly with one of his cws.

  He coiled on the mattress so both of them may fit in it, if just barely, with Nessa still impaled by his knot and babbling incomprehensibly while trying to hug him.

  After a few warm and pleasant moments of Obsidian snuggling against his still orgasming toy, Nessa’s breath slowly started sounding more regur and calm.

  “By the gods… Master…” Nessa said, her words finally returning to her mind, “I didn’t even know one could feel like that…”

  Obsidian smiled as he started licking her body, giving the sweet elf a shiver down her spine.

  “I take it you enjoyed it?” he asked with a mischievous tone.

  Nessa bit her lip and cwed at Obsidian’s belly scales, her legs still utterly limp as she leaked like an animal in heat on his knot.

  “More than enjoyed it… I feel whole, new…” she said, pressing her cheek against his lower chest, “I didn’t know I could crave something as much as this…”

  Obsidian smiled and his only reply was to lovingly lick her back again.

  “Thank you for taking me… Master…” she said as his knot finally rexed and a stream of his cum and her juices started leaking from between her legs, the beautiful elf doubling over with an orgasm again.

  “And thank you for giving yourself to me, my dear princess,” he said, nuzzling her as she struggled to stay focused once more.

  A quiet and tender moment passed between them, with Nessa enjoying the shes of pleasure from the release of his knot and Obsidian tenderly nuzzling and licking her like a gigantic scaly cat.

  “Master…?” Nessa said softly and timidly.

  “Yes my dear toy?” he said, the grin on his face letting her know that he already knew what she wanted.

  “Please use me more…” she said, hiding her blushing face against his scales.

  “But of course, my dear…” he said, moving his lips closer to her pointy ears, “until every inch of your body knows it exists for my pleasure…”

  Nessa trembled at his words, grinding her pussy on the now exposed knot, happily churning her insides in the process.

  “It already does, Master…” she said, kissing his chest scales.

  Obsidian purred with delight.

  “Then let's remind it…” he said with a grin, “and when you have been used so thoroughly that you only think of yourself as a toy and not as a person, I’ll introduce you to the others, I really think you will get along with them…”

  Her head was spinning again, she rather enjoyed her Master’s words, and wished to have them branded on her soul.

  “Anything you desire, Master, your toy will make you happy…” she said with a tone that sounded like a vow.

  “Good girl…” he said.

  And with those words Nessa lost her mind once more. She couldn’t wait to enjoy the rest of her new life.