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The Duchess of Regalia's guest [by RazedH.25]
StoryLady Doina, the Duchess of Regalia, is a monarch both feared and revered: a cunning noble whose wealth was matched only by her cruelty. A ruthless landlord and devout patron of the Golden Order, she held little but contempt for the reptilian races: particularly Dragonians. Her fortress, a looming citadel of black stone named the Dragon's Bane, was a reflection of her soul: immaculate, vast, and steeped in quiet malice. Beneath its polished halls stretched the dungeons she herself had designed: labyrinths of cold perfection, where every corridor whispered of suffering and order in equal measure. No corner of that underworld was unknown to her; it was her creation, her sanctuary, her masterpiece.Lady Doina followed the echoes of clattering chains and the dull thud of flesh against stone: a grim symphony that would excite her. The sounds belonged to her newest prize, a captured dragonian whose restless movements betrayed both strength and helplessness.
Her boots struck the floor in measured rhythm, each step ringing through the corridor like a promise. Crimson silk trailed behind her, stirring in the chill air that seemed to bend around her presence. The dim torchlight caught her pale features for an instant, a ghostly face framed in gold and shadow, before she passed beyond its reach.
“Darko,” she purred, the name curling from her lips like smoke. A faint smile, half amusement, half malice, crossed her face. “At last, the immortal himself. I trust my castle meets your… peculiar tastes? I’ve heard your kind feels quite at home in dungeons.”
The dragonian lifted his head slightly, constrained by any neck movements due to the collar that held his posture, along with an iron muzzle muffling any reply. Only a low rumble and a few sharp breaths escaped him, misting the cold air between them. His eyes, bright and jaded, met hers, though the tremor in their depths betrayed a flicker of unease.
Doina’s smile deepened. “Good,” she murmured. “I do so enjoy obedient guests.”
Lady Doina stepped closer. The Dragonian lay bound against the stone wall, his vast frame that is almost twice the human's size, constrained by shackles that granted little to no movement. Even brought low, he was a creature of immense presence, the rise and fall of his breath like the pulse of a furnace. Yet before her, all that strength seemed caged, contained within a body rendered powerless.
She drew a slender metal talon over her glove, the gesture precise, deliberate. “Tell me, dragon, are you sensitive? Or perhaps ticklish?” she asked, her tone half-curious, half-taunting. “I wonder what it takes to make a creature like you react.” she smirked as her cold slender finger ran down Darko's foot.
As she struck the nerves on his sensitive hide, the heavy shackles around his toes denied him the smallest twitch of freedom. The weight of the iron felt absolute, his body trapped in unyielding steel. The metal talon on her finger ran and skipped around the smooth surface of his slender soles. Darko would jolt in response, toes clenching, muscles tightening, and his muzzled snout whimpering.
“You Dragonians look good in chains,” she snickered, each word a cold incision. “Uncivilized, parading your bare bodies, your scales with jewelry and paint, while chanting war-cries and parades like beasts in a ring. Learn humility; learn your place beneath the heel of man. And from there you may earn the title of being my pet, darling... My gorgeous, ravishing prince and princess dragon!" The red glow of her eye lit with excitement.
The corridors of Lady Doina’s dungeon trembled with the echoes of chains and muffled cries. Iron groaned, metal scraped against stone, and the cold air carried the sound through every archway like a dirge. For her castle was not called the Dragon's Bane for nothing...
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One can only dream but I think we need more stories where the monarch captures the dragon in the dungeon rather than it being the other way around
btw just as a fun fact. Darko is nonbinary but is referred to as a "he" due to the limitations of the gendered English language but can also be referred to as a "they" or even a "she". Often he can shift his gender from time to time to a more feminine or a masculine personality depending on the time of the month with factors like stress hormones taking into account and the situation.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Dragonborn
Size 2217 x 1662px
File Size 3.71 MB
Lol, when it comes to overinflated pride, dragos definitely have it bountiful but that makes the humiliation more sexy. The bigger they are, the harder they fall you could say. Although Darko is more of the humble ones
Lady Doina named her castle (at least one of them) after her obsession with dragonians and enjoys their squeals. She knows the best way to make them squirm around and whimper is to poke around at them in their most sensitive spots, especially the long slender soles. At the moment though the dungeon has been cleared out for a special guest who is known to have a pretty voice that she wants to hear only
Lady Doina named her castle (at least one of them) after her obsession with dragonians and enjoys their squeals. She knows the best way to make them squirm around and whimper is to poke around at them in their most sensitive spots, especially the long slender soles. At the moment though the dungeon has been cleared out for a special guest who is known to have a pretty voice that she wants to hear only
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