The throneroom clock strikes, marking a fifth hour spent under her conqueror's heavy black feet, and Queen Saliska summons all her remaining strength to give a writhe of protest as she hears the dragon warlord's cruel order. The last of her people... packed side-by-side and strapped down helplessly to be marched over by an army of the great ebony reptilians... it's too much for the young queen to bear.

Prince Pyroclast, seated on his captured throne, barely even feels the exhausted squirming of his royal footrest. Still, he affords her a slow, flaunting toe splay, just to make it clear that he understands her anguish. Then with a broad, predatory smile, he settles back to enjoy another few hours with her supple little body pressing into his warm, grey dragon soles.

Another co-op picture with my raptor buddy  ahastar and part of the series here: <<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>