Queen of Dragons by chrisK

A literotic sexstories: Queen of Dragons by chrisK ,

Erotic fantasy-fiction, the adventures of a dragon-rider and her huntresses.

I started writing it ages ago and recently found it on my harddrive. It’s a work in progress, let me know if you like it.***

Dana, the huntmistress of the Serpent King, she who was known in the land as Dragon Queen, blew down the dusty corridor in a powerful stride. Servants scuttled to corners to allow her passage, their heads jerking low in subservience. Guards snapped to attention and prayed she did not have time to notice any minor lapse in protocol.

“Lady Dana! Truly a pleasure to catch you – might I trouble you for a moment of your time?” A minor noble, a lad of barely sixteen summers, tried to accost her and was rewarded with her temper.

“Begone Tebid; I’ve no use for your narrow prick or fumbling hands this day.” She dismissed him with a haughty wave that left him crimson. Already she was round the corner.

King Theodonos waited in his audience chambers. Before him was sat an array of councillors, advisors and generals who vied for his attention.

“We cannot risk the security of our land in this matter. Dispatching our armies immediately is our only course of action. To do otherwise and we put in danger our greatest asset and the power of our kingdom.” Spoke General Harkor. He was a young warrior, newly promoted having proved his battle prowess in the war against Loronia but last year.

“We must temper our strength with wisdom.” Advised Cordonis, an older man, head of intelligence to the king. “Remember we have enemies waiting for us to make a mistake. Act now and we alert our neighbours. We leave vital borders at the danger of a surprise attack. We cannot risk this on unconfirmed rumours. We must be sure of what we know before we take action. Send a trusted envoy to these people and find out the nature of this news.”

The gathered folk started up in argument, siding with Harkor or Cordonis, throwing accusations of impetuous pride or cowardice. Theodonis, sixty-fifth Serpent King, splayed spider-like across the ornate throne, and merely gazed upon the proceedings.

It was at that point that the great doors swung upon and Lady Dana stalked into the great hall. There was none who did not mark her entrance. Arguments hesitated and quietened.

All knew Lady Dana. It was her who bore the title Huntmistress to the King, and the command of the Serpent King’s greatest and most powerful weapon – the Dragon Riders of Karne. Only male dragons had wings, and soared above battlefields and the feared breath of fire that decimated the Serpent King’s enemies. Only the female warriors, through a jealously guarded secret, were able to command them. And only the Serpent King of Karne had their loyalty. With this power the empire of Karne stretched across nations. And Dana was one of the most powerful women in the land.

She was tall, with black hair that fell to nearly her waist. She was femininely muscled, lithe and strong, light on her feet yet able to topple most men. She was quicker than a snake and her stare made most quaver. Her piercing eyes, some said, had the dragon’s fire in it. Despite her dangerous reputation men desired her, for she was as beautiful as she was deadly. She came to the proceedings in a long gown, light grey that well displayed her ample bosoms. A powerful thigh extended out as she came to a halt in the centre of the room.

“Lady Dana.” Thus spoke the King. He was young, not long out of his teenage years, but already feared. He had a dark complexion, eyes that were like black pits. He had youthful features and though he was not overly tall, had limbs that seemed stretched. “It is pleasant of you to join our musings. I am glad my message got to you eventually. It was sent out some time ago.” His lips curled and his dark eyes flashed. Theodonos’s cruel smile made most men fear for their lives, for he had a twisted humour that hid a deadly, quiet anger. Dana, however, met his gaze levelly.

“The duties of a King’s huntmistress are many, my king. I live only, as you know, to serve your pleasure. I eagerly await your command. My king.” Dana spoke court officialities with a twist to her words that sounded dangerously close to mocking. Few dared speak to the king such. Even fewer lived to tell of it.

“Of course you do, my dear lady. Of course you do. I trust your time was well spent. As it always is. Now since you are tardy to our meeting, I must have you updated to our discussion. Such was not your intention, I’m sure, to waylay our time thus. Still, these things cannot be helped. Oridil, please read to our beloved huntmistress the reason for our gathering.”

Oridil, a white haired old man, stepped nervously forward, fearing to step into this dangerous clash of wills. His gaze flickered from the king to Dana. He unrolled a scroll and cleared his throat.

“A missive to His most Gracious and Powerful Serpent King Theodonos, Lord of the lands from the wastes of Azkal to the forests of Nordheim, ruler of all Karne, slayer of a thousand warriors..” a sudden flick of Theodonos’s wrist stopped Oridil dead in his speech.

“Oridil, if you insist on wasting this court’s time any further I shall have you transferred to our questioning chambers, where you would be asked no question but simply have my displeasure displayed upon your body. Get, dear man, to the point.”

Oridil quailed at this threat and bobbed his head. “Yes, my king. Of, of course. Ahem. It has been passed on to us, that is, the intelligence council of his Crowned King’s empire, ahem, important news regarding rumours that spread across the lands of Gestat, far west of Karne, from a realm that has regretfully not yet been bought under the graceful rulership of His Noble Serpent King. Ahem. Tales abound, it is said, that a tribe of people in this place that claim to have, in their knowledge, the whereabouts of a creature equal in form and power to that which is currently under our own command. Specifically, of a dragon. Not a male dragon, but a queen dragon, a matriarch able to lay eggs and hatch forth offspring. Thus, it is said, another people have that which has been our principle power for centuries untold. The ability to produce, perhaps ride and command, dragons. Thus ends our report to the unchallenged Lord of Karne, the noble ruler…. ahem, and so on…. the Serpent King Theodonos. This letter was received by our council but yesterday and was passed onto this court for consideration. Thus do we gather now. Ahem.” Oridil looked around himself uncertainly, glad to have finished the report without having the king’s threat of having his torturers practice their art on him carried out. He furiously bowed and retreated to a safe distance.

The king and huntmistress had not broken their stare to one another throughout the speech. Neither had Dana moved her icy expression, or Theodonos, his curled lips. A small silence blew. The king’s gathered advisors looked at one another.

“So, dear lady Dana. You can see why this intelligence concerns your attention. It does, indeed, bear ill news to all our doorsteps, should these rumours be true. It may be that your ravishing dragon ladies are not the only people in this fair land with your enigmatic gift of flight. What say you to these tidings?”

“How reliable are these reports?”

Cordonis spoke up. “These reports are numerous but varied. Some tell of a veritable army of dragons threatening our skies. Others say that have but one weak, small creature, unable to produce eggs. Some are tales are clearly wild fantasy, that magical beings came to the people of Gestat and gifted them with the creature, that the dragon escaped from our own brood, some say that they will sell the beast to our enemies for a king’s ransom. Nothing is certain. But we have every reason to think there is something happening in this land and it must be known.”

“Hm.” Dana finally swung her gaze from the lithe figure on the high-backed throne into the room, and across the gathered nobility and lords of battle. “No doubt wise Harkor here wants to sweep across the land and bring every sword to battle against phantom dragonlings.” Harkor bristled at the jibe.

“This cannot go uncontested. All know Karne is master of the skies. Karne alone. We cannot allow such talk to go on. Surely you should know this more than any. It’s your whores that ride those great beasts after all.”

Uncomfortable murmurs spread across the hall, for Harkor spoke a sometimes-told rumour, that the dragon riders couple with their mounts in order to gain their loyalty. Theodonos curled his lips further. He moved his gaze to Maldin, an older general, a silver haired and battle-scarred warrior. The king’s look silently said he waited for his opinion. Maldin acknowledged it.

“It would be rash, at this time, to make a move of our legions. We gained much in our campaign in Loronia last year, and the newly-acquired populace need to be tightened. To weaken our forces at this delicate time would risk that and invite a counter-attack that could see our advances lost. While I fully understand your eagerness to prove your victories were not luck, Harkor, caution should be practiced here.”

Harkor crossed his arms and glared. Theodonos himself gave but the slightest of nods. Cordonis chose this moment to make a suggestion.

“Wise king, it is my humble opinion that more needs to be known before we can make any action. Would my liege allow me to send some of my best men to make quiet enquiries?”

Theodonos raised an eyebrow and considered a moment. When he spoke he addressed Dana again.

“My dear huntmistress Dana. Would you say there is anything regarding the nature of dragons that is not known to you?”

Dana gave him an odd look. “Of course there is not. It is my duty to learn every aspect regarding the command of dragons. As the chief of the riders, none is better informed than I.”

“And would you be willing to pass on this knowledge to Cordonis’s network of information gatherers?”

Dana paused. “My king must know full well of the pact between the dragon-riders and the crown they serve. We serve you tirelessly but the knowledge of raising and commanding dragons must always remain fully our own.”