A fierce leonin warrior challenges the dragon Obsidian to a duel, putting her very freedom on the line. But Obsidian suspects there must be something more to her bravado.

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  It was another typical day at Obsidian's Lair, or at least, as typical as it gets.

  The dragon himself was in the Lair's main-room, listening to reports from his kobolds and other assistants about the state of things in and around his home.

  It was during one of these reports that a couple of kobold guards came rushing into the room, interrupting the current session by calling for the dragon excitedly.

  "Master, Master!" said the kobolds in their excited yappy tones. "Big cat dy at the entrance! Very tough! Demands to see you!.

  Obsidian cocked his head like a cat while listening to the kobolds, his huge and shiny magma-like eyes half opened while he thought.

  Having guests, visitors or petitioners at the Lair was nothing new, and definitely not something to get this excited about. Whomever this "big cat dy" was, had made quite an impression on his kobolds.

  "Have you invited her in?" Obsidian finally asked, suspecting, however, that it wasn't that simple.

  "We tried!" said one of the cute humanoid dragonlings, "but big dy refuses to come in! Says you have to step out, that you have something of hers!"

  Obsidian was now really curious about this interloper. It took some guts to come to a dragon's home and demand they come out to see you. Also, he had something of hers? While Obsidian did have a rather impressive collection of artefacts and antiquities, he was not a thief, so he found it rather unlikely that he had something of hers.

  Regardless, it seemed that he would need to resolve this in person.

  He rushed through the tunnels of the Lair towards the exit, and not long after he found himself outside.

  The entrance to the Lair id on the side of the old, sleeping volcano. It was a natural tunnel that had been enrged and carved by Obsidian and his followers to resemble a beautiful gate, engraved with draconic symbols and decorations.

  His kobolds had also built a couple of small dragon statues by the sides of it. Obsidian had not requested this, but he had to admit that they looked good.

  The area outside the gate was a ft bit of nd that had been cleared of vegetation, as sometimes guests and petitioners preferred to camp outside rather than ask for hospitality.

  It was here that he saw the small crowd of kobolds and other Lair inhabitants that had gathered around the visitor, this "big cat dy" as the guard had referred to her.

  And she was big, no doubt about it.

  In the middle of the field, waiting defiantly for him, was a leonin woman with utterly striking looks and physique.

  She towered over the kobolds, probably almost two meters in height. Her body was the picture of amazonian beauty, firm and sleek with clearly defined muscles that looked almost like steel wires under her skin and fur.

  Her head was, unsurprisingly, like that of a lion, but proportional to her anthropomorphic body, with soft fluffy ears that twitched as they took in the surrounding sounds, a short muzzle and strikingly deep green feline eyes.

  She held over her shoulder a mighty axe, and wore little asides from a chest-pte and a short skirt made of chain mail.

  Obsidian thought that such armour was more for convenience than defence, as she probably relied on her reflexes more than any steel on her body.

  She wore no shoes, her cushioned feet giving her more than enough support and protection, though she had bandaged their softer areas.

  Her fur was short and the colour of warm sand, and it hid well the many scars covering her body.

  Both her hands and feet sported fearsomely sharp retractable cws.

  As Obsidian approached, she lifted her axe towards him and spoke with a deep, yet feminine voice that reminded Obsidian of a half uttered roar.

  "Dragon!" she said in a surprisingly threatening tone, "I know you have the Crown of Amana, I challenge you for its ownership!"

  Obsidian was taken aback by this. The crown was a beautiful ancient artefact that he had recovered years back, but it wasn't magical or dangerous, so he would have been happy to negotiate for it or even give it to her if her cim was legitimate.

  "There is no need for a challenge, visitor, for…," Obsidian couldn't finish, as the woman interrupted him with a shout.

  "Coward! You dare try to wiggle out of my challenge?!" she said, gring at him.

  Obsidian did the draconic equivalent of raising an eyebrow. What was her deal, why the need for a challenge?.

  "Just who are you?" he asked, still trying to evaluate the situation. He could sense no magic or spell on her.

  "My name is Zuri!" she took a step forward, "do you accept my challenge or not?!"

  The onlookers jumped as she smmed her axe against the ground in a threatening motion.

  Obsidian facepalmed and then proceeded to do a long cat stretch before answering. He hadn't had a chance to spar in a while, and his gut told him this woman, Zuri, was way over her head, so he decided to raise the stakes to see how she reacted.

  "If it's a challenge you want, Zuri, I'll be happy to oblige," he said with a grin. "These are my terms, we fight till one of us is knocked out or submits, as I don't think you're the kind to fight for first blood."

  Zuri bared her teeth excitedly at this.

  "If you win, I'll hand you over the crown, but if I win, I demand YOU as my prize," Obsidian lifted a cw and pointed at the woman, "I will own your body, mind and soul as one of my wives."

  Obsidian smiled, hopefully this will give her pause and make her reconsider.

  "I accept! Choose your weapons, dragon!" she said without a microsecond of hesitation.

  Well, so much for her rethinking the situation.

  Frustrated with the woman, though actually relishing the chance to spar, Obsidian shook his head and used his innate magic to change his body to a more anthropomorphic shape.

  “Lovelies," he said, turning to his kobolds, “go get my sword, please."

  The small lizards shot off into the Lair to do what he had ordered, and not long after came back carrying a huge two-handed sword amongst three of them, who yipped happily at Obsidian to take it.

  He did so with one hand, lifting the bde as if it was made of paper, and patted his kobolds on the head as thanks. The little creatures almost melted with delight at the praise.

  Obsidian took a couple of swings, feeling the weight of his weapon once more. Sharp, banced, precise… just as he remembered it.

  His mind was flooded with a deluge of memories from his time as an adventurer with his brother and friends. It felt like another life, so distant, yet so close.

  He pointed the sword at Zuri, but under his breath he muttered a spell, just a little trick he learned ages ago for situations where he didn’t fancy being lethal against his opponent. The spell would make his bde incapable of killing the lioness, but by no means it would dull the pain it could cause. Somehow, he suspected Zuri would approve of this, even though he didn’t really know her yet.

  The lioness stepped forward, brandishing her axe. Obsidian could taste her excitement, but also slight apprehension, he suspected not everything here was as it seemed.

  Obsidian held his bde aloft and readied himself. His muscles tensed. Zuri’s green, predatory eyes were locked with his, looking for the best moment to pounce.

  And pounce she did, with a mighty push of her legs she leaped forward like a cannonball, axe raised over her head.

  The axe came down like an avanche, but Obsidian deflected it with his own bde as a thunderous cng resonated over the mountain. He pushed her back with a swift movement and as she regained her bance, he cleaved with his sword towards her midsection.

  Zuri rolled under the bde at the st second, regaining her combat stance as soon as her feet touched the ground again. Obsidian twirled his sword back into defensive position, properly impressed with the lioness’ reflexes.

  His challenger, however, was not one to fight on the defensive, and as soon as she saw an opening, she swung her axe low, trying to chop at his legs.

  Obsidian quickly shifted his stance, bringing his bde like a barrier between her axe and him. The shaft of Zuri’s axe smmed against Obsidian’s sword, and as she tried to pull it away, it got trapped against the edge of his bde.

  She pulled the shaft towards her, pulling both Obsidian and his sword towards her, if only by an inch. As the dragon came to a still, she cwed his chest with her razor sharp cws, which made a grinding metallic sound against his scales.

  A nasty move, had his body not had such natural armour, he’d be bleeding like a pig now.

  But this had also been a mistake on her part, for now she was dangerously close to Obsidian, who wasted no time and returned the favour by headbutting her with his nose-horn.

  The lioness staggered backwards, stunned by the sudden attack, but quickly regained her bance and swung her axe again, this time against his head, which was still low from delivering his attack.

  Obsidian quickly ducked under the axe, which missed his horns by a hair, before lunging forward against her and punching the pte over her stomach as hard as he could.

  Air abandoned Zuri’s lungs for a second from the nasty punch, which had hit her with such force that it had even dented her armour, much to her shock.

  She tried to regain control of the fight by jumping backwards to gain some distance, but that second of dey was all that Obsidian needed.

  With a wide swing, he brought down his sword against her head, which hit her with a bone breaking crunch that unched her sideways, spinning in the air like an out of control kite.

  The lioness fell to the ground and tried to push herself up, but it was obvious her ears were ringing, and her senses were still recovering from that st swing.

  Had it not been for the spell Obsidian had put on his sword, half of her head would be littering the field at this moment.

  Obsidian grabbed her axe before she could recover it, and knelt on her back, pinning her against the ground while he choked her with the shaft of her own axe.

  “Submit!” Obsidian said, the excitement from the duel palpable in his deep voice.

  “Never!” said the lioness, struggling against him in vain.

  The dragon realized that she needed to be truly and completely beaten before she’d admit defeat, so without hesitation, he brought her head down against the dirt, the lioness yelping and growling in pain as her face smmed against the ground.

  Obsidian then raised his fist and punched her as hard as he could, the onlookers wincing in vicarious pain as his massive fist hammered her head against the mountain soil.

  Zuri spat blood, her right eye purple from the punch. Her body was giving up, but the lioness still could muster some defiance.

  “That all you got?” she said with a broken voice as blood dribbled out of her mouth.

  Obsidian grinned, he liked her iron will, and realized she would not submit like this, it was knockout or nothing.

  As you wish, he thought to himself, and brought his fist down again on the lioness, her green eyes still looking at him defiantly as he knocked the stuffing out of her.

  The onlookers, most of them inhabitants of the Lair, cheered at Obsidian, who was honestly more concerned with checking the damage on Zuri. He had healing magic at his disposal, but it was always good to ensure things were not too bad.

  He picked the lioness up in his arms and made his way into the Lair, looking for a comfortable guest room where she may rest. While doing so, he asked his kobolds to fetch some healing potions and salves.

  Once he had found a proper room, he id the gorgeous amazon on a pile of comfortable cushions, and cast a few cleaning spells on her to ensure none of her wounds got infected.

  Finally, he instructed the kobolds to help her drink some healing potions and to bring food and water for when she regained her senses.

  This didn't take long, actually, and the lioness grunted awake while holding her head, which was probably still horribly sore. Healing potions fixed the damage, but not the pain.

  She looked around the room and spotted the jug of water that the kobolds had left next to her, and she gulped it down with a mighty need.

  Once sated, she sat up on the cushions, and looked at Obsidian. While still half open and rattled from the fight, they still shone like emeralds in the room.

  "Well fought, dragon," she said, holding her head with one hand. "Though I hate to admit it, you won."

  Obsidian smiled at her.

  "You fought like a beast, I haven't seen reflexes or strength like yours in years," Obsidian's words were not empty compliments, he was truly impressed.

  "Thank you," she said, lying back down onto the cushions, trying to regain her composure.

  "Honestly I expected a tough fight," she said looking at the ceiling, "but that was something else."

  Obsidian purred to himself, the whole thing still felt silly to him, but he was fond of compliments.

  "Now please," he said trying to sound serious, "what's this about? I would have happily given you the crown if you have a legitimate cim on it, no challenge needed"

  Zuri shook her head and sat up again.

  "I come from the nds where Amana ruled, centuries ago," she said, her eyes studying the room with feline curiosity. "A new king has risen there, one who cims to descend from Amana herself."

  "Bold cim," said Obsidian, who knew a bit about the story of these nds. "Amana had many descendants, but her wish was for her kingdom to be no more. She gave her nd back to the cns, and asked for the crown to be buried at a secret pce."

  Zuri nodded at this.

  "The new king cims the splitting of the kingdom was a mistake, and wishes to unite the cns again," said the lioness, getting once more comfortable on the cushions, she obviously liked them.

  "And you wished to cim the crown back to help him?" Obsidian said, sitting close to her.

  Zuri shook her head.

  "I just wanted to be in the king's guard!" she almost jumped as she said this, "my family had always been poor, farmers and hunters from the lownds.

  "This was my chance! I have been fighting my whole life, so I barged into the new king's court, and offered him my axe."

  Obsidian now could see where this was going.

  "And he ordered you to cim the crown back?" Obsidian said.

  "Aha," said Zuri, obviously far more awake now.

  "Not only that," she said, "but I had to get it through trial by combat! To prove I was worthy to be in the royal guard!"

  Obsidian shook his head.

  "So they sent you to get the crown back from me, alone, and via combat," he said as he id down on the cushions too, looking at the ceiling to see what was so interesting about it.

  "Aha," she said, without adding anything else.

  Obsidian sighed.

  "My dear, I think they sent you on a suicide mission," he said, knowing Zuri would not appreciate half-truths.

  "I know," she said to his surprise, "that's why I challenged you!"

  Obsidian looked at her puzzled.

  "Had I rejected the quest, my family and I would be dishonoured, but I knew storming a dragon's ir on my own was suicide," she turned on her side again, looking straight at him.

  "So I thought, if I challenge him to single combat, I *might* have a chance," she gave him a wry smile.

  "Definitely more of a chance than against your whole Lair and your bodyguards!" she chuckled.

  Obsidian smiled at her, allowing himself a small ugh.

  "OK, now it makes more sense," he said to the lioness, who was looking at him now with a more coquettish face.

  "Now," she said, standing up and moving in front of him. "I believe we made a deal when I challenged you."

  Obsidian sat up looking at her, and as he did so, she bent on one knee before him, looking right into his eyes.

  "As agreed in our duel, I am now yours in body, mind and soul, take me as one of your wives."

  Her voice showed no hesitation or doubt. She patiently waited for Obsidian to talk, who was somewhat taken aback by this.

  "Zuri, you were pushed into our challenge, and I just said that to try and dissuade you, you don't need to swear fealty to me," he said, for as much as he liked the idea of her amongst his wives, he didn't want anyone forced into that position.

  But Zuri shook her head and looked back at him as defiantly as during their duel.

  "I should be dead, it's by luck and your mercy I'm even alive now," she said, her hand closed into a fist, "you bested me, and gods know if I had bested you I would have cimed what I demanded."

  "So don't hesitate, take me, I have no regrets, and you have proven you will be a noble lord to serve," she smiled at him, her determination was rather infectious.

  Obsidian stood up and offered her a hand. She gripped him firmly and allowed herself to be pulled into his arms.

  "If that's the case, and you have made up your mind… I'd be a fool not to cim a woman such as you for myself…," he said while caressing her fur.

  Zuri smiled and slowly unbuckled her chest pte and untied her chain skirt, which fell to the polished floor with a delightful metallic cling.

  "Tell me, husband of mine, do you mark your wives in some way before taking them?" she said as her cws caressed his chest.

  "Now that you say so," said Obsidian, who was struggling not to get lost in her eyes, "I love to brand my wives with my magic sign."

  She bit her lip at this, and grabbed his hand, pushing it against her warm and inviting body.

  "Where do you brand them, my lovely husband-to-be?" she said, teasing him by pressing her supple and firm breasts against his chest.

  "Here," he said, caressing her mound, his lips kissing every inch of her that came too close to his mouth.

  "You wouldn't have that branding iron at hand, would you, my husband-to-be?" she said while licking his neck with her warm feline tongue.

  "I actually use a spell, normally. No pain, all pleasure," he said, nibbling her lovely twitchy ears.

  Zuri scoffed at this.

  "I'm a warrior, please brand me properly like one," she grinned at him, and he knew she was utterly serious.

  "So be it," he said as he pushed her onto the cushions.

  She got comfortable, her sinuous feline body wriggling expectantly as she spread her legs for him, pushing her mound upwards as an invitation.

  Obsidian used his magic to move one of the metallic candebra in the room towards him, and with another spell he transmuted it into a beautiful branding iron bearing his draconic symbol.

  Zuri purred in excitement as Obsidian used his fire breath to heat it up until it was incandescent white.

  He dipped his fingers into the jug of water and caressed the tip of the branding iron, steam sizzling out as he did so, abusing the fact that such heat could not burn him.

  Obsidian aimed the brand towards Zuri's mound, as she once again pushed it outward to meet it.

  Her skin and flesh sizzled like meat on a barbecue as the brand was burned onto her, the lioness cwing at the cushions while she moaned with a face that was equal parts agonizing pain and delight.

  She panted as the deed was done, and Obsidian cooled the sizzling brand on her flesh by licking it, and as he did so, cast the spell that accompanied every brand on his wives, binding her to him for the rest of time.

  "Mine," he said to her as she looked back at him with a grin of satisfaction.

  "Yours, husband," she said, her hands caressing his face and horns.

  "Now please," she said, looking deeply at him with such bedroom eyes that the stones in the room might melt, "let your wife take care of you."

  Obsidian purred and stood up, with Zuri doing the same, her fingers following his body.

  "This form is attractive, my husband, but I want the real you," she bit her lip, "so feral and powerful, give me the real deal, please."

  Obsidian cocked his head at this, but obliged her, and switched back to his regur draconic form, not his full size, mind you, but still at least as big as a horse.

  Zuri purred at this with approval, and gently pushed him to y belly up on the cushions, which Obsidian did happily.

  The gorgeous lioness knelt on the cushions, licking his belly and caressed his crotch as his draconic phallus pushed out from his body.

  The woman stroked it gently, her tongue exploring his ridges and nibbling the tapered tip.

  "Mhhh… I normally find women far more attractive, my husband, but for something like this it's worth it to make an exception," she teased him with her sharp teeth as she said this, which made Obsidian moan loudly for her.

  "You're going to be right at home here…," he said, returning the lustful look at her.

  She smiled while giving long dirty licks to the tip of his cock, her emerald eyes utterly devouring him.

  Obsidian started to snake his tail around Zuri's thigh, trying to tease her lower lips with the tip, but to his surprise, the lioness pced a hand over her pussy and shook her head.

  "Please, let me focus on you, my husband," she said as she gave gentle nips to the ridges of his cock.

  He moaned loudly again for her, shivering in delight.

  "I want to make you feel good too…," he said as his orange eyes, like two balls of magma, looked at her as if wanting to consume her in fmes.

  She giggled as he said this, her right hand exploring his soft scales until it found his anus, which she started to tease with a naughty smile.

  "Making you feel like this, makes *me* feel good," she went back to devouring his cock, which had now grown to be as big as her forearms.

  Obsidian purred with his eyes closed and rexed, enjoying the service.

  "You're more of the giving type, I take?" he said, giggling and moaning.

  Zuri nipped the base of his cock gently as two of her wet fingers slipped into Obsidian's ass, stimuting him so much he almost came there and then.

  "You could say that," she said, going all out on him, licking, stroking and sucking as fast and hard as she could.

  Obsidian gritted his teeth and tensed.

  "Zuri, I can't hold back," he said, his whole body burning up.

  "Then don't," she said, giving him a wink.

  And with this, Obsidian came like a volcano for his new lover. The lioness greedily pped and sucked the tip of his cock, while squeezing the base and rubbing his prostate with both fingers.

  Cum dribbled from her jaws, the sheer volume making it impossible to drink it all in one go. Zuri didn't mind though, and let his cum drip from her mouth onto the sides of his cock and scales, some of it spshing onto her smooth and firm breasts.

  Obsidian curled his cws in delight, his lover's attention pushing him to heaven itself.

  He gave her a satisfied look while happily purring like a content kitten.

  Zuri continued licking his cock until it was clean and shiny, not a drop of cum to be seen on his scales.

  "My… Do you always give so much to your wives on their first night, my lovely husband?" she said with a pyful tone, all while climbing atop his belly like a kitten exploring a new bed.

  "I do my best, my lovely wife," he said, moving his head closer and giving her a loving lick on her nose.

  She purred in delight while humping his cock against her warm and wet pussy lips.

  "My husband, I think I'm the needy one now," her emerald eyes were utterly smouldering with desire. Obsidian had many lovers, but he had rarely seen a look such as that, it made him feel like jelly under the beautiful lioness.

  "Then take what you need," he said, copying her tone from before.

  And with a smile, Zuri aimed the tip of her husband's member to her hungry pussy.

  Like a pyful kitten, she slid the tapered top against her wet lips, softly purring in delight as she shimmied onto it.

  With a firm thrust of her hips, she lodged the tip into her warm and silky insides, her pussy making a dirty and sloppy sound that reverberated with her blissful moan.

  Instead of pushing deeper, she let gravity do all the work and allowed herself to slide further onto the meaty phallus, her body happily vibrating as she slid through her husband's ridges as water fell down some stairs.

  Her brand's magic helped her take more than should be possible, even for her frame, and to her very surprise, she kept sliding deeper till she was basically hilted onto the draconic member, her muscur belly bulging with the shape of the dragon meat inside her, and her pussy rubbing against his knot.

  "By the gods!" she said, shaking with pleasure, an orgasm hitting her due to the overstimution.

  Obsidian moved his cws behind her, caressing her spine and rear, his eyes locked onto her vacant expression.

  She took a moment to return to the room, and took a deep breath while caressing her belly.

  "I don't know what this sorcery is, but I like it," she said while grinding like a needy cat in heat against him, her green eyes threatening to devour him to the st scale.

  With a surprising ck of finesse, given her previous show, Zuri pced her hands firmly on Obsidian's belly and started riding him. Each of her drops was accompanied by a loud, whorish moan that escaped the lioness' throat like a prisoner that has seen the light for the first time in decades.

  "You damn husband, you're making me sound like a common tavern slut," she said, biting her lip while giving him a delighted look, her wet pussy sloppily spping against his scales and knot.

  "I suspect you know many of those?" he said in a pyful tone, moving his head close enough to lick and kiss her.

  Zuri smiled and twitched as her eyes rolled backwards and drool escaped her mouth, another orgasm shaking her.

  "Know them? They are my favourite," she said, regaining her rhythm again. "Nothing beats making them moan."

  Obsidian beamed her a smile and kissed her, his long tongue curling with hers as his orgasm built thanks to the lioness' relentless bouncing.

  "You and I are going to really get along," he said, still tasting her mouth. "Fancy making some sluts moan when we're done with each other?"

  She smiled and threw him a pyful bite.

  "Tomorrow, husband of mine," she raised her hips as high as she could and dropped like a brick house with her powerful hips, making Obsidian moan like a slut for a change. "We will enjoy many of those sluts together, but today, let's be sluts for each other."

  Obsidian moaned for her and smiled again, rexing as his next orgasm bubbled up for his new wife.

  "Zuri, I'm about to cum," he said, grinding his teeth.

  She sped up her bouncing in response to this.

  "Do it then, give me your all!" she said, her face like that of a woman possessed.

  In response, Obsidian grabbed her by her iron thighs and smmed her against his crotch, his huge knot sliding inside her with a loud popping sound. He curled up while cumming inside her, the gorgeous lioness screaming in delight from the brutal thrust.

  "Yes, yes, yes! More!" she said, shaking uncontrolbly from the sensation, her belly filling up with her husband's burning cum.

  Obsidian kept cumming inside her, the lovely lioness holding her belly as it bulged further from the massive assault inside it.

  This was a bit too much even for her and Obsidian grabbed her as she flopped like a ragdoll, while still impaled by his dick, her face a grimace of filthy delight.

  It took her a good couple of minutes to come back, and she did so with a long and loud moan as she felt all the meat and cum inside her.

  She didn't say anything, just panted and looked at him with dreamy, satisfied eyes.

  Obsidian rolled on his side carefully, holding her, so she id on a pile of cushions while still hilted on his cock.

  "By the gods," she said, her mind still somewhat in another pne of existence. "I can't wait to do that again."

  The dragon chuckled.

  "You're insane," he held her close to his chest, caressing her back. "And I really like it."

  Zuri ughed while nuzzling and purring against his scales.

  "You have no idea what you've got yourself into, husband," she said, giving him loving licks on his chest.

  Obsidian rexed and enjoyed the cuddles, it was going to be a long, amazing night.