Dragon Queen: Origin (closed)

{Read Ye here the Tale of the Dragon Queen, Witch Empress of the North, handmaid to the Last Wyrm and Progenitor of the Dragon Lords! Here is Her tale from the beginning, extracted and translated from Her own journals and the diaries of the Great Wyrm. We give thanks to the Imperial Library for the unrestricted access to the Words of the Dragon Queen. When She wakes from Her slumber may She be pleased with our words. We count our years of the Dragon Empire from the date of the Last Sacrifice, five hundred and sixty-two years ago, when a young maid, chosen by lot, was taken to the end of the valley, chained to a post and left to be devoured by the dragon as so many maidens had been before. Her tale we now tell.} Artemous of Khazai, Imperial College, 562 D.E.

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For two hundred years the dragon, Omegagon, has been expanding his territory. From his lair atop Drake Mountain, he has painstakingly extended his hunting grounds. First the trolls, orcs and ogres of the mountains needed to be pacified. Then the barbarian hordes to the west cowed, bringing in tribute and choice slaves. For one hundred years the valleys of the foothills to the east have known the terror of the dragon. Isolated farms and rural hamlets were easy targets for the ravages of the dragon. With no great armies, heroes or sorcerers the simple folk fell back on the only way they knew to appease a dragon. Yearly one maiden from each of the five valleys was chosen by lot, taken to the end of her valley, chained to a post and left to be devoured.

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The night of the Autumnal Equinox is the Night of Sacrifice. When the valley folk of the foothills offer up a daughter to the dragon, in the hope he will allow them to take in their harvests and slaughter their herds for the winter and not burn and devour them for himself. Why would people offer up their fair ones? Because it works. A dragons taste for young maids has been known since the dawn of history. Offer up a maid to the beast, not only will you be allowed to live otherwise peaceably but orcs and terrible beasts will avoid the region, knowing it to be the dragon's hunting grounds.

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For the third time this night the dragon circles high over a valley. The light of the moon casts his shadow over the farms and hamlets. From his claws dangle two chained girls, both barely conscious in the cold rarified air of the altitude he soars at. Such was the dragon's hunger that the first maid was torched and devoured on the spot. For those who did not witness his eclipse of the moon, Omegagon roars his arrival. The thundering sound echoes off the heights of the valley walls. Before the echoes have subsided the dragon breathes his fire that outshines the moon and lights the entire length of the valley in a flickering yellow light.

Artemous wasn't afraid. Unlike the girl beside her, she did not shake nor squeal like a frightened pig. As the men man handled her, roughed her, chained her up, she did not utter a beg, didn't offer up a single tear or even grace them with the beauty of her eyes. She closed them gently then entire time, letting her gaze go passive.

The entourage that brought her fled at the first roar, the first sound of wing beats. Her sister-maiden shrieked, tugging against her restraints. As he approached, Artemous bowed as well she could against her chains. She looked up at him, her eyes opening to the moonlight, glittering green, they showed not a drop of fear. Just resolve.

The maiden besider her collapsed in fear, shaking and sobbing, but like the huntress goddess she was named after she stood tall. She had known this day would come and she was determined to prove herself worthy as more than a feast.

So when he took them in his talons she let him. She regulated her breathing with the shortness of air in the high altitude while her partner went limp in his other grasp.

Desiring to keep his captives alive for the present, the dragon pulls his limbs in close to his body so that they may not freeze to death. The flight back to his lair takes the rest of the night. Enjoying the chance to spread his wings, Omegagon swoops over high snow filled passes and drops into valleys at incredible speed. He roars with joy at the freedom and exhilaration. The mountains themselves quiver at the sound, sending boulders and avalanches sweeping down the slopes.

On the south face of Drake Mountain lies the dragon's lair. A cavern deep in the mountain, warmed and lit by volcanic chasms. The sun is just rising and the entrance to his lair is perfect spot to watch the sunrise. And have breakfast. Back beating with his wings hard Omegagon lands on the entrance ledge, dropping the two chained girls so that he can land. One begins to scream in pain from an obviously broken leg. Still clutching his last two captives in his fore claws, he watches the sun rise. The screaming girl annoys his tranquility so he snatches her up and eats her feet first. It is a messy and not very quick death. The second girl is barely conscious. But she screams in agony when he gives her a quick blast of dragon flame. She is still whimpering as she slides down his throat. Folding his wings back tight the dragon hunkers down to enter his lair, carrying his last two captives.

Wide enough for a dragon to issue forth from, the tunnel to the deep cavern is littered with bones, human, animal and humanoid. Emerging from the tunnel the dragon is able to spread his wings and with a couple of beats be across the chasms of fire. Huge crystals reflect the fiery glow lighting the whole chamber in a yellowy orange hue. An small underground river forms a cascade of water that pools at the cavern wall. Various outflows disappear in cracks to heated by the proximity of lava flows and re-emerge as geysers and vents. Pools of water either boil, simmer or are warmed by the volcanic forces. On the opposite side of the cavern from the entrance is the dragon's hoard. Young by dragon standards, Omegagon's hoard is small by the same standards. Unable to bury himself completely in it, the dragon hungers for gold as much as virgin flesh.

With as much ado as hanging your coat up, the dragon drapes the chains of his two captives over two rocky outcroppings and settles down on his hoard. Suspended fifteen feet over the head of the dragon, Omegagon studies the last two surviving girls.

Artemous hangs over him, her new lord. The last survong maiden other than herself hangs beside her, unconscious. Artemous, however, is fully awake, her bright green eyes staring into his. She offers him a smile.

"Hello, my lord." she says in perfect drakonic tongue. She hangs, relaxed. Upon her birth she knew he fate. Her village was small and she was beautiful. Odds were the someday, she would end up a sacrafice. But Artemous was not an idol child, not the type to sit back and accept her fate as death.

No, Artemous learn all she could on dragons; drakonic language, drakonic magic. After she learned to read and write in it fluently, more options to learn arouse. Books that no other could read, amcoent drakonic books written in the old dialect.

There was a power in the knowledge, power in knowing such ancient secrets. The dragons were an incredible people and it disgusted her that they were almost dead. She hoped he would grace her by teaching her even more.

"Finally being before you is an honor." she said, still speaking his old language. "If I could, I would kneel."

The dragon pulls back with a snort. This is the first real surprise he has had in one hundred and fifty years. He's never heard Drakonic spoken by anybody else. How did this human creature come across such knowledge? No human has spoken Drakonic since the time of the Last Empire over three hundred years ago. This must be investigated!

Raising his head, Omegagon brings his eye close to the girl so he can study her. His eye takes in the smooth fair skin, the flame tinged hair, the curves of her body beneath her thin dress. And those eyes which stare back intently. Not all succumb to being devoured without a fight but this one is different. Turning his head, the dragon breathes in her scent, opening his mouth to draw her smell across his tongue as he taste the air. His rumbling exhale is tinged with heat, sulphur and the smell of roasted flesh. Closer examination is required.

The dragon's forked tongue flicks out snaking under the sacrifice's thin dress. Almost prehensile his tongue grips her dress and rips it from her body as she hangs from her chains. He spits out the dress and watches as she twists naked in the air for a moment. Omegagon's tongue flicks out again this time to wrap around her naked body. Cat-like rough, he runs it over the suspended girls lithe body. Pushing between her legs, his tongue reaches back up to her shoulders before he draws it slowly back down her body. The body of his tongue rubs roughly across the girl's pussy and a tip separates her buttocks and slides wetly between them before pausing at the entrance to her cunt. Then the dragon withdraws his tongue from her now wet and shining body.

Her master looks at her and for a moment her heart stirs. She knew that it was a risky move. Hebmay not be pleased at her knowledge if his language.

His tongue rips off her dress and beginsnexploring her bodym she closes her eyes and lets him, squeezing them when he finds her sex and his long rough tongue slids through her legs.

She hangs, naked and vulnerable and silent, but she keeps her expression even.

The dragon relishes the girl's taste, the silky smoothness of her skin against his tongue, her pheromones tinged with just a hint of fear and the clean purity of her virgin cunt. He rumbles deep down inside in pleasure. Exquisite is the word he is looking for. The dragon misses nothing. From the sound of the beating of her heart to the slightest signs of determination and anticipation. He admires her control of her emotions. Intriguing he thinks. She tastes delicious and piques his curiosity.

Omegagon is also fully aware the other girl has regained consciousness. Although she attempts to conceal it. He can taste her fear. It is palatable in the air around her. A not unpleasant taste, he thinks. With a turn of his head and flick of his tongue, she too is stripped of her sacrificial garment. That contact with the dragon's tongue causes her to pee herself. The girl openly sobs in terror and shame as her urine runs down her legs, dripping onto the cavern floor many feet beneath her. When the dragon wraps his tongue around her she screams and thrashes. Her desperate movements just serve to rub her sex vigorously against the dragon's tongue as he tastes her. The dragon reflects on the evil that man can do, when their women have built in biological protection from rape, as the struggling girls pussy gets wet. The receptors on the dragon's tongue can detect a maid from five miles away. To have one rub her juices on his tongue fills his head with nothing but pleasure. And this one is a juicy one too.

One fork of his tongue delves deep between her legs and finds her cunt. Without pause, the dragon pushes it inside the girls wet pussy. She screams as her maidenhead is torn and keeps on screaming as the writhing piece of dragon's flesh violates her. Dark rich virgins blood drips to mingle with her cunt juices on Omegagon's tongue. Ambrosia, he swears. The girls screams turn to moaning and writhing as her fresh young cunt is filled completely. The second fork of the dragon's tongue very roughly runs up and down the front of her body, mashing her large breasts and running down to rub back and forth over her clit.

The play of emotions across the sacrifice's face are many as her final moments are of deviancy, unwanted pleasures and sheer terror. And these are her final moments. The look of relief on her face as the dragon withdraws his tongue from her violated virgin hole is replaced by one of agony and pain as the dragon opens his mouth and bites down on her lower half. She has no time to scream as the dragon sucks on her dying body. Releasing the severed corpse allows the now top heavy body to swing down revealing an empty chest cavity from which the dragon has sucked the innards out of.

The dragon roars like he only roars once a year. What a feast! The smoother pools of water in the cavern ripple with the sound blast that reverberates throughout the cavern and echoes back for a long time. It's good to be alive! Omegagon turns his eye on the last sacrifice.

Reaching out with his near fore claw, he plucks the chained and suspended naked captive down from the rocky out cropping she dangles from and gently puts her feet on the ground. The dragon squirms a bit to get comfortable on his hoard of gold, gems, weapons and artifacts. Then he turns his gaze upon her fully.

"KNEEL GIRL!" the words thunder from the dragon's mouth, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" "HOW DO YOU SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF THE WYRMS?"

A fresh spike of fear runs through her blood as he devours the maiden beside, but she hides the expression from her face. She knows he can smell it in her blood, but she refuses to show it. She will compose herself in front of her master.

After his meal he roars, a fierce sound that rocks through her. She squeezes her eyes shut as she sways on her chains from the force of it. Once he's done he frees her, dropping her to the ground and asking her about her language.

"My name is Artemous." she said, her eyes meeting his. "I learned all I could on your kin so that I would better serve you." she bowed on her knees, her naked lips exposed to the warm air in the cavern, her head to the floor. "I wish to be of even more value than a morsel. I wish to be honored with a chance to worship you."

"YOU ARE NOT THE FIRST TO OFFER THEMSELVES UP TO THE DRAGON," the dragon's voice fills the cavern, "BUT YOU ARE THE FIRST TO ASK PROPERLY." "YOU HAVE DONE WELL TO LEARN DRAGONIC, GIRL."

"THERE HAVE BEEN OTHERS BEFORE YOU. NONE HAVE LIVED LONG. TO SERVE THE DRAGON, YOU MUST SATISFY HIS APPETITES AND DESIRES. YOU HAVE THE INTELLIGENCE TO LEARN THAT WHICH HAS NOT BEEN LEARNED IN OVER THREE HUNDRED YEARS. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND BRAVE. PERHAPS YOU MAY BE THE ONE. WE WILL SPEAK OF YOUR BEING THE ONE IF YOU SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH."

"NOW PUT YOUR FACE ON THE FLOOR AND DO NOT LOOK UP. IF YOU RAISE YOUR HEAD, YOU DIE."

The dragon closes his eyes. Smoke begins to bellow from his nostrils and partially open mouth, drifting back and thickening to cover the dragon. From inside the black cloud of smoke, flashes and lightning light it up like a thunderhead. The dragon's roar issues from the cloud yet does not dissipate it. The roar changes slowly declining in volume and force. It is still monstrous but no longer shakes the mountain to it's foundations. Suddenly from the rapidly thinning cloud rises a demonic form. Horned, winged and with clawed feet the eight foot tall half-dragon manifestation rises in the air with steady strong beats of his leathery wings. Wearing shining armour and armed with two long handled swords across his back the creature is indeed the dragon himself.

Flying downwards and landing before the naked prostrate girl.

"I am the Dragon Lord Omega!" he announces with a reptilian hiss to his voice, "Stand up and let me look at you." "Display yourself. Legs apart and hands behind your head."

He was impressed. How so, she wasn't chancing. She would continue to impress him, continue to show him that she and she alone was worthy to be by his side.

She kept her face to the floor until he said differently, no matter the noise that filled the cavern. She stayed, forehead to the hot stone ground.

And when she heard footsteps behind her, she rose to her feet amd turned. She laced her fingers together and put her hands behind her head, spreading her legs and looking dead ahead, her eyes unwavering as they met his.

She was well groomed. Despite the flight, her hair was windswept but still braided. She was clean shaven and bathed, her skin shining and free of imperfection. She said not a word, letting him inspect her fully.

Lord Omega steps close behind the girl, Artemous. Leaning over her he sniffs at her. Lifting a handful of her hair to his nostrils, he fills his nose with her scent. The other hand moves to cup her breast in a clawed hand. He gives it a squeeze, the sharp talons lightly pricking her skin. Forked like the dragon, his tongue flicks out to very lightly move across Artemous neck and jaw line. Releasing her hair and breast Lord Omega grasps the submissive girls hands and lowers them to her side where her holds them tight. His dragon-like muzzle rubs across Artemous face, neck and shoulder. His tongue flickers out to grasp her by the throat, to raise her chin high and to flick down at her breast and nipple. Moving his muzzle back and forth the Dragon Lord partakes of the scent and taste of the willing girl.

Opening his jaws wide, the Dragon Lord encompasses Artemous neck and shoulder. He relishes every pulse of her heart that throbs in her neck. There is a release of pheromones, the girl probably does even realize, that cause the Lord Omega to close his eyes, inhale and purr in pleasure. Having just fed his appetites for virgin flesh are sated in that category. He releases her from the grip of his fanged mouth and clawed hands.

He spins her around and cups her face in his hand and looks her in the eye.

She allows him to inspect. She allows him to tanfke in her hair, allows his painful grip on her breast. She allows it, holding still and impassive. She allows his jaws to close around her neck. She knows that he will not kill her, she knows he is impressed and curious. Still, fear laces her veins like ice, but she doesn't sweat a drop.

He spins her around, grabbing her face and looking her in the eyes. She looks back at him with a strong but soft gaze. Resilent, butbstill feminine. Her gaze doesn't stray, her eyes only looking at his, nothing else.

The Dragon Lord sees a challenge in Artemous eyes. Her posture reads submission but she returns his gaze in a like manner. A rumbling laughter builds inside him that ends in a growl.

"Careful girl, that you do tempt me too much," Lord Omega warns her.

He lets go of her face and raises her still chained wrists. With only a small effort he parts her chains midway. The armour clad Dragon Lord sweeps Artemous into his arms and holds her close to him, as he spreads his wings, gathers his legs beneath him and leaps into the air. With his steady strong beat of his wings, Lord Omega climbs to the cavern roof two hundred feet up, carrying his new pet.

Amidst the shadows of the cavern ceiling is a round hole, Lord Omega gives a mighty beat with his wings and threads his way through. Issuing forth from the hole, they enter into the lower floor of the smaller tower. The Dragon Lord hovers momentarily over the hole in the floor. Directly beneath the hole is a river of lava deep in a chasm. The hot air from the dragon's lair rises through the floor to comfortably heat the stone tower. Lord Omega sets Artemous down. He steps back and begins to undo the buckles of his armour. This is somewhat of a chore with sharply talonned hands.

"Assist me," he orders the girl, "There are hooks on the wall to hang the pieces from."

Under his armour he wears a pair of soft leather loose fit trousers.

Artemous goes limp in his arms, allowing him to carry her up, up through the cieling and into the tower. Its warm inside, but less that thevlava pits below. She finds herself a little grateful for that, but knows she will get used to the heat.

He orders her to assist in undressing him and she does as told, starting with his shoulders and torso, putting the armor up on its ocrresponding hooks, then drops to her knees to unbuckle the armor on his legs. Once she is done she returns to her knees in front of him, face to the floor.

Lord Omega looks down at Artemous. He takes in the smooth flawless back and the tight stretched buttocks as she puts her face on the floor. And growls softly, a rumbling almost purr from deep within his massive chest.

"Rise," he demands, "It will be hard for you to observe and anticipate my wishes from that position." "I have better things to do than direct your every movement. You seem to have some intelligence for a human, use it! Anticipating my wishes, desires and moods is the reason for your very existence. Literally!"

The first floor of the tower is the Dragon Lord's own apartment. Various armors and weapons seem to hang as trophies on the walls, ogre and troll skulls fill many empty niches. In dusty corners some human bones and skulls collect cobwebs. Mammoth tusks are everywhere. A huge bed fifteen foot square constructed of mammoth tusks and bones fills only a small portion of the round room. A mammoth skull and tusks hang over the bed. A stone staircase spirals up to the next floor, fifty feet overhead. There is even what looks to be a blacksmith anvil and tools to one side.

It is to the anvil he moves and picks up a hammer and chisel.

"Come girl," Lord Omega orders Artemous, "It is time to be free of your chains."

He compliments her intelligence, but she shows no emotion. Boisterousness will get you no where in life. Neither will bragging. She will display her skills without mention of them.

She takes in the room, which is a frightening habitat in itself, however, she shows no fear. She's seen first hand the danger he can commit, remains of bigger beasts should have no affect on her. She will make herself worthy of being kept beside him.

He moves to a metal-bench and invites her over to free her of the chains. She holds out her hands to him as she steps over, her face simply resolved. "Yes, My lord."

With a mighty blow to each wrist cuff, Lord Omega frees his slave of her chains. He holds each of her delicate hands in his huge clawed ones and inspects her wrists. Being hung by her wrists from chain shackles does seem to have permanently scarred her. With what appears to be a hand gesture, he causes a small ornate chest descends from a shelf, to land atop the anvil. It opens revealing a heavy ornate gold bracelet crafted with mithril dragons and gems.

"Behold! The Dragon Bracer. Last worn by the Empress Barbramix VII over 500 years ago. Since then no one has been worthy of wearing it," Omega states, "As perhaps the last human speaker of Drakonic, you are now the only one who can command it's powers." "Prove unworthy of such an artifact and I will slow cook you and suck the flesh from your bones. AFTER I have half-fucked you to death!"

Taking Artemous hand in his the Dragon Lord puts the golden bracelet on her. It takes the strength and magic of the dragon to close it firmly about her wrist. Short of cutting off an arm only the dragon can remove it. One of it's powers gives the wearer control over the unseen servants of the tower. They are perceived only as ghosts to the dragon and wearer of the bracelet yet may be commanded as mindless servants. There are several on every floor of both towers.

"Those that you see now," Lord Omega explains as the bracelet closes on Artemous wrists, "Are the spirits of the those who once served the Last Empire as wizard/monks here in the tower." "They will obey such simple commands as clean, carry, fetch and such."

Artemous watched in amazment as he clasped the beauitful cuff on her wrist. She looked up at him afterwards for only a moment, her eyes meeting his, then she dropped to one knee, holding her wrist over her heart, she bowed.

"I will prove myself more than worthy to you and only you, master." she said in Drackonic. She stood again, looking around at the servants, then back to her master with a nod. Back in her native tongue she said. "I understand, my lord."

She clasped her hands behind her back and awaited his order.

"I do not wish to hear you speak a human language," the Dragon Lord tells her, "You will speak only Drakonic." "I will give you a few months to improve your vocabulary. There are complete texts and dictionaries here that you would not have had access to. They will facilitate you becoming completely fluent. You must begin to think in Drakonic. To activate the powers of the bracelet you must think and use Drakonic. It will not respond to human thought or speech."

"You shall also need to gain a working vocabulary of Northern Horde dialects. Enough to give imperious orders and coarse insults. You have two weeks for that task."

Again he looks at Artemous, then turns and walks over to a massive throne styled chair, constructed with the same materials and motifs as the rest of the furnishings, bones of giant beasts and vicious humanoids. He sits down and casually tosses a thick pelt of fur at his feet.

"Come to me, Artemous," the Dragon Lord demands, "Kneel before me."

She nodded. Thinking and speaking only and Drakonic. She could do that. Especially with permission to study it further with his book collection. She assumed it wouldn't take her long to learn northern dialects; much simpler languages than that of the ancient wyrms. Already she was trying to change her thoughts, trying to think only in the language of her master.

He was considerate, and she appreciated that, as he threw a pelt to his feet for her knees. She walks over, taking to her knees before her great lord. "Yes master, I understand." She says, refining that from this moment and on she will never speak in English again. "Anything you wish."

The Dragon Lord leans forward as he speaks to his girl.

"A part of me wishes to keep you a maid," he informs her, "But the scent of your purity will only tempt the dragon and your Lord." "It is best that your virginity be taken soon for your own safety."

"But not at this moment," he rumbles, "I shall taste of your purity a couple of times before you are deflowered." "And you will serve me with your body, your hands and your mouth."

Lord Omega's forked tongue flicks out close to Artemous face.

"You probably have no conception of how beautiful you taste," he says, "You are very beautiful to look upon too, Artemous." "I must congratulate myself on not devouring you, that would have been a waste."

Omega leans back in his monstrous chair.

"Spread your knees apart and touch yourself down there," the demi-dragon manifestation orders, "The perfume of your un-fucked cunt is to die for." "You will also pleasure yourself."

"You need not ask permission to climax but you will inform me when you do." "Begin!"

Artemous leaned back on her ass, her feet flat on the floor as she spread her knees apart. She moved her hands to her thoghs, rubbing softly. She thought about how excited she was to pleasure him, closed her eyes and thought to him pf him over her, him rubbing her thighs.

She carefully, lightly petted her folds, imaging his head there, lightly. Imagined the warm juices leaking from his head spftly mixing with hers. She had never done even this. She had resolved to stay completely virgin in every way. Never had a man touched her. Never had she touched herself.

But she touched herself now, thinking of his massive head protruding into her as her first finger tips slipped inm she sent this to him, the first ever feeling of ecstasy. The first of many, but the first she had ever felt. She moaned, throwing her head back and taking a little more in. She gasped in pain and squeed her eyes shut in pain, but the pain was mixed with please and she went on. Deeper.

"Ah- oh- my master-" she said, as she sank two fingers in almost all the way. She pictured in her mind him plunging in for the first time. She knew he would be much much bigger, she still pictured him.

She played, faster and faster, plunging in and out. She pictured his scales rubbing all over her. It felt amazing and she tried to send all those feelings to his through the link they shared.

Suddenly her fingertip brushed something, something , and suddenly a feeling was washing through her. A sunbirst hot feeling of ecstasy.

"Oh- oh yes- master I think- I think I'm cumming." she shouted, still in Drakonic like he asked.

Lord Omega does not recline long on his chair. The wanton scene at his feet demands closer attention. Everything about Artemous act of sexual submission has him drinking in the sight. The scent of her aroused virgin cunt. And yes, he detects a hint of blood from her torn maidenhead. The images she is deliberately sending him cause his massive cock to unsheathe from his lower belly. The massive member shoves aside the thin breeches he wears. As thick as the girls wrist at the tip, the heavily ridged and textured Dragon Lord's cock is as long as her arm and doubles in thickness at the base.

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"Beautiful, little one," his words form in her head, "So beautiful!"

He can believe what thoughts she has, because he can read them as they form. There is no ulterior motives to her act. She lusts for his cock. The human girl writhing before him, with her fingers jammed up her virgin cunt, is picturing him taking her. She's not far off on her estimation of his cock size and yet...

Reaching down with his talonned hands, the Dragon Lord picks up Artemous by her hips and buttocks and quickly brings her wet pussy to his muzzle. As Artemous body flops backwards her fingers leave her cunt and Lord Omega replaces them with his forked tongue. As large as three of her fingers, the wet writhing split tongue investigates the folds before boring inside her.

"Ah- AH-" Artemis cries out, as she rocks backwards, her back to the floor as her waist is in the air with her lords mouth to her folds. His tongue is hot as it explores her lips, and then scorching as it plunges into her, thicker than any mortal mans tongue.

Her hands grip at the pelt below her, her face twists in pleasure and agony. "Ah- master- master-" he's filling her with his tongue, and it's more than she's ever had in her, her walls tight against it as it writhes inside her. Her hips shudder against her will but she tries to still them. She doesn't want to do anything to make her master less than comfortable.

She sends him all her thoughts of ecstasy, all her feelings of adoration towards him. The great Omega pleasuring her; nothing less than an honor. She was beside herself with the fiery hot feeling of him tasting her, and the privilege that he had deemed her worthy as more than a snack.

Her joy brought her over the edge and she cried out as her first orgasm rocked though her. "Master- master- master- ah yes- I'm cumming!"

Effortlessly, Lord Omega lifts Artemous by her lower body into the air, impaled on his probing tongue. Vestigial claws on his wings grip her wrists and suspend her over his long muzzle. His powerful claws hold her legs and weight, spreading them wide as his tongue fucks the writhing, orgasmning girl. His tongue withdraws from her wet cunt to swallow her collected juices. Then plunges back in, worming it's way back inside her seeking her flavours. Only to withdraw and plunge back in. As Artemous comes down from her first climax, the Dragon Lord's split tongue penetrates less and less until he just lightly laps at her lips and clitoris.

Gently the Dragon Lord lowers his sextoy down onto his body. He inhales her scent and taste through open muzzle, revealing great fangs, as his tongue flicks across her naked body as he brings her down. Keeping Artemous legs spread wide he lowers her down towards his monstrous cock. His vast muscled arms hold her up and move her cunt back and forth across the head of his cock. Which leaks a huge glistening drop of liquid. This drop leaves a shining trail up her body as Artemous is lowered to straddle her lord's thighs, with his dragon's penis standing straight up between her legs. Talonned hands grab her ass and pull her close so the huge organ touches her body from base to tip.

Words are unnecessary with the telepathic link, as Lord Omega sends the image of her making love to his cock with her body, breasts, hands and mouth. Her body glistening. He purrs a deep rumbling growl at the thought and lays back a bit more in his chair, still purring.