Enslaved by the Dragon's Flame
Samantha Nona

	Princess Nera scaled the broken walls of the ancient castle, moving as quietly as her suit of armor would allow. She'd heard the black dragon had made the abandoned fortress her lair, and the black scorch marks across the walls certainly seemed to indicate the knight was on the right trail. Nera had studied tales of the monster in preparation for the fight, hearing from the locals how the beast was razing the countryside, burning down homes with its violet flames. Though the dragon had not yet killed openly Nera had heard of nearly a dozen women abducted and carried off.
	Some families still clung to the hope that their daughters might yet be alive, but Nera had no illusions. What use would a dragon have with young women other than as a light meal? The knight carefully made her way through a darkened hallway, stopping when she heard a voice call out. The blonde princess froze to listen to the castle, hair tied up so that she might slip her steel helmet on at a moment's notice should the dragon discover her.
	Then the noise came again, a woman crying out. Nera ran forward quietly, helmet in one hand as she unsheathed her blade. Ahead there was an enormous gash in the stone wall, allowing a view of the court below where the cries were coming from.
	"Please… no more…aggh!"
	Nera hurried her pace and slid next to the opening, peering down into the court and gasping. Down below she saw a pool of water in the middle of the ancient court, and half submerged was a naked woman. Her black hair was thrown behind her as she cried out loudly, pert breasts thrust forward.
	"Oh gods… please… yes, right there… I'm… cummiiiing!"
	Suddenly the woman grabbed her breasts as a powerful climax struck her, moaning lewdly. Nera was too shocked to think of looking away to protect the girl's modesty. A dark shape moved in the water and the princess hefted the sword, but the shape was much too small to be a dragon. Another woman burst from beneath the water, gasping for breath and laughing as she shook water out of her short hair.
	"I thought you were about to drown me, Anna!"
	"I'm sorry, Vivian, your tongue was too good. I couldn't control myself."
	Nera watched with disbelief as the young women kissed. The princess had heard stories of some finding love within their sex, but never was it practiced so openly. And in what might be the lain of a dangerous dragon no less!
	She was about to stand up and shout at the shameless women to leave when a wooden door creaked open to the court. The naked women stared up and welcomed a group of at least ten women, made up of different sizes and skin color yet all as naked as the lovers in the pool. The strange group of women greeted one another warmly as they dived into the pool.
	"What kept you girls?" the one named Anna called out.
	"While you two had your fun we were busy cleaning our Mistress. Always so much trouble getting all that dirt out of her scales."
	Nera perked up her ears and listened quietly from her hiding place.
	Anna nodded in sympathy while a black woman dove into the pool, bursting back to the surface and laughing happily. "What's got you so excited, Sandra?"
	The black girl tittered and replied "I got to clean Mistress' wings. They're so beautiful," she said dreamily. The collected naked women sighed happily, each staring into the distance as if lost in blissful thoughts. "So glad Mistress lets us live in her castle."
	"I agree, so much more fun than my village," Anna responded. She took hold of Sandra's arm and drew the black woman to her, kissing her deeply. "Here I get to play with all my slave sisters."
	Princess Nera shook her head, refusing to believe what she was hearing. She recognized several of the women as the ones who had been abducted by the dragon, but they made it sound as if they were eager to remain captive. What's more, they were calling that monstrous thing Mistress and claiming to be her slaves. The warrior tried to comprehend what had come over the young women but they clearly must be under the spell of some curse. Not only to bathe and serve the dragon that abducted them but to so willing choose to lie with other women, it was unnatural.
	The women in the court began to pair up, creating a Sapphic orgy in the pool. Nera turned away and pondered what force might be behind this. Above her the ancient stones of the castle groaned, making her wonder if this tower was in danger of collapsing. Nera was about to move to a new hiding place when the rumbling came again, but this time she listened carefully and recognized that it wasn't the sound of stones shifting, but of a massive beast growling.
	The princess whirled to her feet and stared into the darkness above her, sword at the ready as she beheld two ruby eyes peering from the darkness. The dragon crawled down from the enormous tower, black scales shimmering in the faint light as the giant monster descended to the floor. It easily stood thirty feet high, towering over the warrior. Slowly Nera slid her helmet atop her head before removing her shield from her back, preparing herself for battle. All the while the dragon simply watched, as if amused by the princess knight.
	The dragon reared back its head and Nera saw bright violet light emanating from its mouth, gathering flames for an attack. She knew that if she ran for cover she'd be done for, so instead Nera ran forwards, charging the dragon and taking it by surprise.
	With a fierce cry it unleashed a ball of purple flame but the momentary surprise was enough for Nera to slide underneath the beast, the unnatural flames only burning at the stone of the castle floor. The dragon beat its leathery wings and lifted into the air as Princess Nera swung her sword. The monster managed to slip away but Nera landed a slicing blow on her tail, leaving behind a small gash.
	The dragon cried out angrily and spun in the air, landing on the opposite end of the chamber as its burning red eyes stared the human down, but Nera didn't blink. Nera swung her sword and raised her shield, emboldened by the small cut that she knew would only be her first taste of victory. Deep rumbling sounds resonated within the dragon's throat and she realized that the monster was laughing.
	"You won't be laughing for long when you've got my sword through your throat!"
	Suddenly black shadows peeled off of the dragon's scales, engulfing it in thick black smoke too dark to peer within. Nera backed away cautiously as the shadows warped around the shape of the creature. Slowly the black mist began to recede, shrinking and descending towards the ground as the massive shape of the dragon vanished.
	Nera was already scanning the landscape, wondering if the dragon was capable of teleporting away, when a woman's laughter emerged from within the shadows. Suspiciously she studied the black cloud, now barely larger than the knight herself.
	Black scaled wings swept from within the mist, similar to the dragons but now only ten feet across, and as the shadows vanished Nera gasped in shock to see a naked woman standing in its place. The wings curled against the woman's back comfortably as she brushed back thick, lustrous black hair. Nera could make out two small horns sprouting from her head, almost identical to the ones she spotted on the dragon. The woman herself certainly would have been called beautiful by the men of the lands, full breasts and wide hips that she rolled as she began to advance. Nera saw the lithe tail billowing behind the strange woman, a small cut visible at its end.
	"Might want to bandage that, sweetheart," Nera said confidently.
	The woman narrowed her eyes, her pupils a deep, glowing red. But then she broke into a wide grin. Raising her tail up to her hands she inspected the tiny wound. "Would you be wanting to play my nurse then, brave knight?" The dragon smirked at her, the way men would leer at her in taverns. "I'm certain a pretty thing like you would have excellent bedside manner."
	"I'm not about to fall for the cute and innocent act, lizard," Nera said testily. "You were trying to roast me a second ago." She flipped the sword in her hand, feeling the weight as she tried to find the best position for a charge.
	"Perhaps, but you are trespassing on my land and you did cut my poor tail. Who's the true villain here?"
	"This is my father's land. And that was after you started spitting fire at me, scales."
	"Hmm, I suppose you're right," the dragon said smiling, a forked tongue licking at her lips. "I suppose that means I am the evil monster then."
	With extraordinary speed the dragon lunged at her suddenly, possessing her strength and agility even in human form. Caught off guard the princess raised her shield and braced for the blow, but instead of slamming into the knight the dragon lashed out with her claws, shearing the shield in half in a hail of sparks. Nera took in the ruined remains of her shield and the smug grin on the naked woman before her.
	"Shit," she muttered and propped up her sword, hoping the monster's inertia would carry her onto the point. For a moment Nera saw the dragon sliding towards the blade and thought she'd land a killing strike. Then suddenly the monstrous woman extended her wings and spun gracefully in the air, moving faster than any human could match. The princess knight spun around to respond but the dragon was already standing confidently, striking out at Nera's head.
	Nera saw the razor sharp points of the monster's claws pierce her helmet, stopping just short of her face. She fought down her fear and hefted the sword up to try and take the grasping hand at the wrist. The dragon smirked and easily caught Nera's sword in her bare hand before tossing the weapon away. Far from helpless she lashed out with her fist but the dragon caught this just as easily, bending her arm backwards to keep it locked in place. Nera groaned from the strain, sensing that the monstrous woman was powerful enough to snap her arm if she wanted.
	Suddenly the dragon ripped her helm away, golden hair cascading down as Nera's face was revealed. The evil woman smirked and tossed the helmet away, saying "Ah, as lovely as I hoped you'd be."
	"Enjoying the view, slut?" Nera taunted, wincing as the dragon kept a tight grip on her wrist. Without warning the princess turned and slammed her knee up into the nude woman's stomach, crying out triumphantly. The dragon grunted but didn't release her grip. In fact the monster was smiling at her as if such a blow were merely foreplay.
	"You think I'm the slut? Perhaps I should teach you your true place before a dragon."
	"You're the one prancing about in the nude."
	"Then let me even the odds." With a deft move she slashed out her claws, ripping away Nera's breastplate, then her shirt to expose her bare chest. The princess tried to cover her cleavage but the dragon twisted her arm threateningly. Nera groaned and debated which she preferred more, her modesty or an unbroken arm. Slowly she lowered her free arm and the dragon licked her lips as she took in the sight of Nera's shapely breasts.
	Refusing to just let herself be toyed with Nera spat at her face and felt some sense of pride at fighting back. The dragon's long tongue slithered out and licked up her spit, laughing deeply. "Feisty one, princess. I'll enjoy breaking you."
	"Breaking?" Nera's eyes narrowed. "What the hell do you mean, lizard breath? Just kill me, the game's over."
	"Oh no, dear. This isn't the end. It's only the beginning for you now, slut."
	"I... I am Princess Nera Vensaer. And by the divine right to rule in my blood I will not surrender. You had best kill me"
	The dragon grinned and raised her free hand to her throat. "And my name is Zidall Blackwing. My blood grants me the right to rule over all creatures. Dragons were born to rule above humans, above all other monsters, above the gods themselves. Just watch, foolish girl."
	Zidall's eyes flashed bright red as she brought her open hand before her lips. She let out a soft, sensual breath that crackled to life with violet flames, the supernatural fire pooling within her palm. The flames instantly drew Nera's gaze and she found herself unable to turn away from the strange sight. She watched the twisting violet fire hover above her hand as it condensed into a ball of flame.
	"Do you know the true nature of dragon's fire?" Zidall asked, red eyes shining mischievously.
	"Um, I think I know that one," Nera replied coldly. "Burns shit, right? I learned that when I was two."
	The dragon grinned and thrust the ball of flames against Nera's exposed chest. The warrior winced in the anticipation of pain but suddenly found herself gasping and moaning as intense pleasure crackled across her skin. Trembling Nera gazed down and saw Zidall slowly rolling the violet ball of light across one breast. The flames left no mark yet every inch of skin the fire touched become engulfed in sensual bliss, pleasure radiating out into the rest of her body.
	Nera found herself twitching, struggling to keep herself composed from such a slight touch. "Th-the hell… The fuck are you doing?" she cried angrily.
	"Showing you the power of dragon's flame," Zidall answered innocently. She pressed the violet orb against Nera's nipple and lust rushed through her body like lightning, eyes nearly rolling back at the unexpected pleasure. "A pretty girl like you should try to pay attention, Nera. Or are you all tits and no brains?"
	Nera glowered at the evil woman but held her tongue, knowing she'd only be reduced to a series of moans from this teasing torture.
	"As I tried to warn you earlier it is the nature of dragons to rule over all things, and our flame is our tool to accomplish this. Our fire can mercilessly destroy whatever we choose," Zidall said as she rolled the violet flames to Nera's other breast. As she watched the orb of fire passed over the remains of her shirt, the fabric igniting and burning away instantly. Yet her skin remained unburnt, though insidiously sensitive as the supernatural fire continued to fill her with its sinful pleasure.
	"But our flames can also help transform what we desire, to forge it into a useful tool." Zidall grinned as her tail slid between the princess' legs, slithering past her armor to grind against Nera's mound. The dragon let out a soft purr as she felt Nera's wetness, the warrior blushing in shame that she couldn't control her body.
	"Fuck you. I'm not going to sleep with some slut with wings. I don't even want women like that."
	Zidall ignored her, softly grinding her tail against her pussy and the violet flames to her chest, the combination making a pitiful whine escape from Nera's mouth. For all her talk she felt her body shaking weakly, knowing there was a limit to what she could stand.
	"Dragons are meant to rule this world. It is our reason to exist. As it is the reason for all other things to exist so that they may serve us." Zidall grinned cruelly as she finally pulled the violet flames away from the princess. Nera shut her eyes and tried to control her labored breathing, her breasts still sensitive and sending soft waves of pleasure throughout her body.
	"But sometimes you inferior things must be taught this truth the hard way."
	Nera suddenly felt gentle heat against her ear and opened her eyes in alarm to find that Zidall had placed the violet flames to the side of her head. The knight fought and struggled but even if the supernatural fire hadn't weakened her she knew it was hopeless against the dragon's strength. Then she gasped as she felt it. The same crackling pleasure and heat that she'd felt pressed against her breasts was slowly invading her ear, the fire flooding inside her head. She moaned pitifully, unprepared for the strange sensations filling her. It was as if someone had poured exquisitely warm water into her head, making her thoughts slow and lazy as the heat seeped deeper within her.
	"I- I- I…" she stuttered, unable to even think of words in response. Then gritting her teeth she found the words she wanted. "Holy… fuck…"
	"Feels exquisite, doesn't it, Princess?"
	Nera moaned in surprise as she felt the flames burn a little higher, twitching as the pleasant heat washed over her mind. She bit her lip, using the pain to try and center herself against the storm of all consuming pleasure. "Fuck you," she managed to hiss.
	"There's that feisty spirit. That certainty that you were somehow meant to win. That you're the hero of this story." Zidall grabbed the young woman's hair and pulled her in close, the flames filling her head burning bright enough for Nera to see violet light across her vision. "Let me free you from those delusions. I am the hero here, the one who wins. This is the story of me claiming this world as my own."
	"Never going to happen," Nera hissed. "Even if you kill me there'll be a hundred more knights ready to kill you."
	"Silly girl, do you think I'd go through the trouble of filling your head with my flames if I was going to kill you?" Zidall's smile showed her sharp teeth flashing. "I'm going to conquer your kingdom, Nera. And you will help me accomplish that. All I need to do is burn away your resistance, turn all those rebellious thoughts into ashes and blow them out of your mind."
	"That's a great story. Really riveting." Nera struggled to escape but the dragon woman kept a strong grip on her to hold her in place, and the searing heat still disorienting her from deep inside her mind. "I'll be sure to tell it to my friends as I'm wearing your hide as a cloak."
	Zidall gave a mirthless laugh while her eyes flashed red, and suddenly Nera felt the flames moving in her mind. Like a wildfire it swept across her thoughts until it found what Zidall had been searching for. The thought in Nera's head of her future victory. Zidall's crimson eyes flashed once more and suddenly the pleasure was overwhelming the princess as the flames focused on that one point. She tried to hold on to the happy thought of her sword in the enormous dragon's heart while she kept one boot triumphantly on the monster's neck, but then violet flames erupted across the vision, incinerating the scene as the thought was burnt away like an oil painting tossed into a lit fireplace. Nera reached out for it but it crumbled away.
	The knight stared back at the dragon but instantly Nera saw there was something different about the naked woman, as if she'd suddenly grown more powerful or dangerous. The princess thought of slipping free, grabbing her sword and swinging it around in a wide arc and piercing it into… stabbing Zidall in…
	Nera grunted, thoughts shifting uncomfortably. That's what was different, she realized with alarm. Zidall was the same as before but her flames had done something to her mind. Try as she might she couldn't conjure up the same certainty of her victory. Every time she attempted to Nera felt the crackling warmth of the violet flames instead.
	"Do you see now, human, the power I possess? I can snatch away your thoughts, your certainty of victory. I could release you and hand you your sword but you'd never be able to swing it."
	Zidall suddenly spun Nera into the air with her incredible strength and casually tossed her aside, sending the armor clad knight clattering across the dirt ground. The princess flipped to her feet quickly and saw her sword at her feet. She snatched for it in joy but her fingers stopped just short of the weapon as doubt set in.
	The dragon laughed and Nera burned with shame at her hesitation. She picked up the sword but now she found it so heavy in her hand. Simply trying to lift it seemed an impossible task. Nera made her way towards Zidall, the naked woman standing expectantly with her arms crossed, black tail flicking at the stone floor lazily. Nera had tried to walk proudly but the tip of the sword scraped against the stones tiles beneath her, the weapon almost too heavy to hold upright.
	Nera stood before the dragon now, her breasts on display only reminding Nera of her humiliation. Using all of her strength she hefted the sword up and…
	A single stare from those red eyes and she knew it was impossible. She'd never be able to kill Zidall like this. The sword fell from her hands and Nera felt the dragon's flames in the back of her mind, burning with the soft warmth of hot coals. She'd done this to her.
	"There we are then," Zidall said smugly. "You're victory has been snatched away so easily. I simply burn away that thought in your head and it can never be a reality. Trying to kill me would be like you leaping into the air to fly, poor knight. You might make it into the air but gravity will pull you down."
	Zidall licked her lips and advanced on Nera, the princess staring sadly at her feet. "Your sword is useless. There's no way you can win."
	"You're right," Nera muttered in defeat. "That sword is useless."
	Quick as lightning the blade of the dagger flashed towards Zidall's neck, the dragon woman catching Nera's wrist just in time. The winged woman stared in shock and disbelief, and that was all Nera needed to see.
	Zidall spun and used her wings to knock the half-naked knight away, wondering how the flames could have failed her. The magic of her fire should have left her with no defense, no hope of achieving victory as it had in all of the other foolish knights that had come to battle her. Why was this girl different?
	"You're right," Nera muttered as she got to her feet, but still smiling. "It's hard for me to imagine using a sword on you. And I can…hnngrrh, feel the flames… in my head… trying to burn away the dagger too. But it's not going to work."
	The dragon stood tall over her, naked body on display and sun shining off of her lustrous black wings, but Nera didn't waver.
	"Because then I'll just pick up a stick and jam it through your heart. Or beat you down with a rock. You can try to muddy up what weapon I'll use but I am royalty," Princess Nera said proudly. "And I do not bend so easily."
	The winged woman stared in amazement, but then her lips curled in a delighted smile. "So that's what lets you stand up to me. Just your arrogance from being born in a castle?"
	"I am of royal blood. I stand for my kingdom to end your evil and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
	"I'm afraid there is, Nera," Zidall said with a laugh. "I couldn't figure it out but you went and told me the secret that gave you strength. You think that a royal can withstand my flame's power? Then let's see how strong you are when I burn that nobility from your mind."
	"What are you-" Nera stopped as violet light exploded in her mind, dropping her to her knees as the flames slipped deeper within her mind, traveling into her memories.
	Zidall's eyes flashed red as she stepped forward, guiding the flames to the thoughts of her royal lineage. Nera trembled and fought as she saw the image of herself appear in her mind. Standing proudly before the court beside her parents, the beautiful crown upon her head. But then the violet flames swept over her and she felt their cruel pleasure. Supernatural heat burned away her fine robes as the dragon's flame began melting the crown upon her head. Nera clutched at it, hoping to save it, yet all she found was the remains of the melting crown in her hands, the gold dripping away through her fingers. She blinked and stared at her hands. Had she been holding something? It was so hard to think as the flames filled her with pleasure.
	"N-no. I'm… a princess…" Nera whined. She clutched at other memories as she thought of her room in the castle, wardrobes of fine dresses, armor and weapons forged by the best skilled blacksmiths in the kingdom.
	The dragon smirked as she read her thoughts, sending her flames after each memory Nera conjured. Poor girl, hoping her memories would save her. All she was doing was tossing them to the violet flames like kindling, accelerating the transformation.
	"I… can fiiiight this… know it…"
	Nera was floundering, reaching into the darkness but finding nothing, no truth that she really was a princess. Surely if she really was a princess there would be some shred of evidence. The bright violet flames illuminated every corner of her mind but still Nera saw no proof.
	"My parents…" she suddenly whispered, smiling as the King and Queen appeared before her thoughts. Nera saw them in the royal chamber, resplendent in their gold-stitched clothing as they sat on their thrones. They smiled down at her dotingly, before the violet flames engulfed them. Nera cried out in anguish but the flames quickly died away and she saw that her parents were unharmed. Her mother and father, dressed in their usual simple robes as they sat in their tiny cottage.
	"Oh…they're safe…" Nera muttered thankfully, eyes staring ahead blankly. "Safe and happy… at home…"
	Her thoughts turned to the great stone castle as it was dressed in violet flames, memories of the rooms and halls burning away from Nera's mind. The enormous place seemed so strange to her, the girl wondering what must be inside. To live in a castle must be such an exciting thing. Nera smiled drunkenly, wishing that one day she might be able to see it.
	But, she'd been there. Hadn't she? She was a princess?
	Zidall placed her hand on the knight's head, signaling the flames to burn brighter.
	Nera let out a small moan, shivering at the warm bliss she felt in her body. She was staring into the violet flames, watching her fine armor and sword being forged. Yes, those were real, she could feel them. It was undeniable proof. Nera smiled as the flames led her, watching the memory of the blacksmith taking her in as an apprentice. Working so hard to feed her family, so poor that everyone in her family must work. She trained hard, toiling every day next to the flames. But it was all worth it in the end, supporting her family, as she was finally allowed to make herself an intricate suit of armor. Nera watched as she forged her own sword and dreamt of going on a great adventure. That she might be rewarded and become the thing she'd always dreamed of.
	"A princess…" Nera said sadly, not knowing why.
	She was on the floor of her cabin, parents stitching and weaving behind her. Nera stared into the violet flames, dreaming of the castle. Dreaming that she might one day marry a prince and become a true princess.
	"Oh right. Only… only a dream."
	Zidall smiled satisfied as her flames simmered down, returning to the back of Nera's minds like hot coals. Nera blinked as she began to wake, remembering where she was. Who she was. A commoner warrior, not a real knight. Hoping to kill the dragon and be rewarded. To finally gain access to the castle. She shook her head and felt a hand upon her. Nera gazed up and saw the dragon woman, smiling cruelly with the horns upon her head, wings flapping. Instantly she felt the fear in her heart, knowing she'd failed.
	"I… cannn't…"
	Trembling she scurried away, falling back onto her ass as she tried to crawl away. What was she thinking, facing a dragon? She was no one special, and now she knew there was no hope. She was at the mercy of this evil woman and her magic flames.
	Zidall stared into the warrior's mind and saw only thoughts of defeat. She laughed deeply, her husky voice making Nera shy back in fright. "Go on then, warrior. Let's see if you can defeat me. If this was anything more than the dream of some poor, common girl hoping for more."
	Nera went skittering backwards, shaking her head as she kicked the sword aside.
	Zidall slowly advanced on her, and even naked in human form she appeared so much more powerful to Nera than ever before.
	"You should have known better than to fight against dragons. Tell me Nera, why did you seek me out?"
	"I… I wanted to be a princess," she said blushing. Zidall laughed, and Nera's cheeks burned redder. Of course it was such a foolish thing, to think that she could ever be noble. "They would have rewarded me if I brought them your head."
	"You know those prissy royals. They may have rewarded you for killing a dragon, but you've seen how they treat commoners. Even pretty ones like you. Now say the truth, do you really think they would have made you into a princess?"
	Nera cast her eyes to the ground. "I... no… But I could have… maybe… married a prince…"
	Zidall reached out for the girl and she shied away, but the dragon cooed gently to soothe her. Nera realized it was hopeless anyway. She'd been defeated by the dragon, so it was best to let Zidall finish her and be done with it. The blonde warrior bowed her head and shut her eyes tight. But instead of attacking Zidall gently stroked her hair, claws never harming her.
	"I'm afraid they would never treat you as an equal to them. Those human lords are corrupt, prejudiced. They would never make you a princess."
	She gently raised Nera's head to stare up at her. Zidall's eyes shone with wonderful red light and Nera gasped. She hadn't seen how beautiful they were before.
	"But I would, Nera."
	The girl blinked, breaking the spell.
	"What? You would…"
	"I would make you a princess," Zidall smiled.
	"Why would you do something like that for me? I wanted to kill you."
	"Because you managed to cut me," Zidall replied, raising her tail up for Nera to see the tiny cut. "You charged in to face my flames rather than flee. Truly you are a brave warrior."
	Nera gazed up at the dragon, unable to hide the smile growing from her praise.
	"You would never have defeated me," Zidall quickly confirmed. "But you were brave all the same. I could use a knight like you as I take the kingdom. No, more than that. A warrior princess to rule by my side."
	The girl blinked and back away unsteadily.
	"No, I… that would be… betraying my kingdom. It wouldn't be right."
	"I am Zidall Blackwing," spoke the dragon, stretching out her wings and standing proudly. "I will conquer this kingdom. You've seen my power and know this for yourself now."
	Nera found herself nodding, knowing that no warrior could defeat such a woman.
	"I will defeat any army in battle, burn their banners and claim their thrones for myself. But I do not wish to kill anyone, Nera. I only want to bring peace to the land."
	The young woman tried to shake her head, knowing something was wrong. But her voice was so gentle, and the way Zidall's eyes shone so beautifully. Nera felt warmth in her head and stared back at the dragon. Had Nera been mistaken in her quest? Did Zidall really only want to bring them peace?
	"It is simply the natural order of things. Dragons were made to rule," Zidall said. She fixed her red eyes on Nera, stoking the dragon's flame in her mind. "And humans were made to serve under us."
	Nera let out a soft moan. Serve… under… dragons. Yes… seemed so right. Dragons were so powerful, Nera knew that humans could never defeat them. Which meant there was no choice left. Better to serve them than be killed.
	"But that is why we have our fire, Nera. So that we may use it to purify your minds. We can burn away your hatred and anger, leaving only peace in the minds of humans. We want to bring you pleasure, to make you happy as we bring order to the kingdom. I will spread my fire to the mind of every man and woman in these lands. And I want you to help me, Nera."
	"Why… why would I…help?" She trembled, hearing the words in her head. Better to serve… natural to serve dragons.
	"Because you will be saving your people. If they fight back I would be forced to fight as well, and you know how that will end.
	"They'd be defeated," the girl replied instantly, as if it were a universal truth.
	"Precisely. But if you helped me, helped bring others under my power so that I can bring peace to this land, then there would be no need for war. With all people under my rule there would never be another war."
	Nera saw the vision in violet light, a world where everyone lived without conflict. No more kingdoms fighting for land or honor. They'd all serve Zidall. A dragon queen who would unite all people. Then they'd be…
	"I…"
	"Serve me, Nera, save your people. And once I am Queen, I shall make you my princess."
	Nera shook with pleasure, heart yearning for it. Slowly she got to her feet, eyes glazing with a violet sheen.
	"Yes. I… just to protect… the p-people…"
	"Willing to sacrifice anything for the happiness of the land," Zidall said pleased. "Such a noble thing to do. I've chosen my princess well."
	Nera smiled vapidly at the praise.
	"I cannot enter the kingdom without raising alarm. My beautiful wings aren't exactly easy to hide," Zidall said, and Nera found herself giggling. "So instead I can send you into the lands. To enter the homes of all those noble lords and generals."
	"What… would I do?"
	Zidall blew bright flames into her hand, Nera's eyes watching as the fire swirled into a lovely ball, twisting and turning. She was beginning to drool and absently wiped it away, never taking her eyes from the flames.
	"I shall give you samples of my flames, and you can bring it to them."
	In the twisting violet fire Nera could see herself, slipping into their rooms with small vials of purple flame. She would spill the fire into their ears, watch as they moan and writhe before their faces melt into peaceful sleep.
	"Fill their heads with my fire and I can burn away their resistance. Forge them into loyal followers. They will see the truth, that it is madness to fight against a dragon like myself."
	"Madness to fight dragons," Nera recited absently.
	"There is only surrender against the dragons and you will help me to spread that truth."
	"To save so many lives," Nera said quietly, almost in protest to the pleasure she felt rushing through her. The idea of serving this beautiful woman was intoxicating, and knowing that she would bring this pleasure to so many others thrilled her even more. But Nera forced herself to remember she was only doing this to help the kingdom. But staring into that purple flame she knew the idea of pleasing the dragon woman was too enticing to resist. That only made it so much better then that it was the noble thing to do as well.
	"We will prepare the kingdom to embrace its true ruler," Zidall purred happily, knowing the girl's spirit was utterly broken. "They will not serve corrupt men and women in golden clothes but a dragon of incredible beauty placed upon the throne."
	Nera pictured the naked woman sitting on the throne, black wings spread wide over the obedient court and the knight let out a happy moan.
	"And you are beside me, Nera. Dressed in a fine robe made just for you." Zidall studied the girl's drunk smile, delicately placing her fingers along the knight's throat. "You'll be my Princess Nera, beloved as the savior of the kingdom. The most obedient servant to your Queen Zidall. And around your throat will be a glistening black collar, made from my own scales."
	Nera whimpered with need, not even aware that a hand had slid into her armor to tease at her wet pussy. "Zidall is Queen," she muttered happily as her fingers slid inside herself. "I am princess."
	"And most important of all you shall be my lover, princess."
	The entranced girl smiled wide, nodding absently. Yes, love Zidall. Will serve Zidall. Make… love to… Zidall?
	Nera twitched, eyes opening slightly as she struggled to break out of the fog. What was happening to her? She became aware of her fingers playing with her excited pussy and forced her hand away, fingers glistening with her juices.
	"I… no, can't be your… I like…men…" Nera was muttering, head shaking as she tried to put her thoughts in order. Should she serve Zidall? Of course, it was the natural place of humans to serve. Madness to fight dragons. But to become her lover, a concubine like the other captured women, surely that was inappropriate. Wasn't it?
	Zidall felt the resistance and smirked at the half-naked knight in her broken armor. Nearly completely under her spell by this point. All she needed was a little more refining and she would be a perfect servant. The dragon placed her fingers to Nera's chin and gently lifted her face up to stare into her eyes.
	Nera gasped at those striking red eyes, almost as if they were glowing with their own power. Zidall blinked slowly and her crimson eyes flashed brighter, stoking the violet flames in the woman's head. As the pleasure pulsed through her Nera moaned and would have collapsed if Zidall wasn't holding her up, to keep her staring into those seductive eyes of hers.
	"You know your place is to serve," Zidall said as she blinked, another wave of warm pleasure filling Nera's mind.
	"That you are meant to surrender to dragons and their desires." Blink. Flashing red. So beautiful. The heat taking over her thoughts.
	"And I desire you, Nera. I want to see more of your beautiful body." Blink. Red. Pleasure. Obey. So good.
	"Now tell me what you desire." Zidall held Nera's head in her heads, blinking her eyes rapidly so that the glowing energy of her eyes seemed to dance for the knight as the violet flame danced in her head, burning away all thoughts of her desires for men. And as the dragon blinked the flames burned brighter, forging new memories from the ashes.
	Nera stared into the twinkling crimson stars that kept fading in and out of view, losing herself to memories of past girlfriends, how she would kiss at their soft, slender bodies as she tried to please them. Remembered how she would steal glimpses of the other women changing, always desiring them more. Then all at once she remembered the women in the court, those already enslaved to their rightful Queen. Anna, Sandra, so many lovely women. Nera could only imagine how she must have looked spying upon them, growing wetter as she spied on the slaves making love. Wishing she wasn't burdened by the heavy armor so that she might play with herself to the sight. Even wishing to join in…
	But then she still foolishly thought of killing Zidall, and hadn't wished to end up a slave like the others. Remembering how Zidall had approached her, watching in awe as the powerful dragon transformed herself into the form of a sensual naked women. Nera recalled how she blushed, felt her body heating up as her pussy grew wet with desire. That coal black hair against pale skin, her shining tail and wings curled around her body. Nera whimpered as she remembered how much she wished the dragon would kiss her, wanting Zidall to claim her body.
	How the dragon had ripped away her chest plate, exposing her breasts to the cool air. And when Zidall had called her breasts beautiful Nera wondered how she'd managed not to break down begging right at that moment.
	Zidall released her grip on the girl and Nera fell limply to her knees, her armor clattering loudly. The sound of scraping metal woke Nera and she returned to her senses. What was happening? She was on her knees before Zidall. The knight knew that this wasn't right.
	Nera smiled confidently as she began removing the catches of her armor, tossing each piece aside hectically. Zidall loved the sight of her breasts, gods, how she felt so proud of turning her new Queen on. Which meant that her dragon Mistress was bound to love the rest of her as well.
	Zidall's tail swayed happily behind her as she took in the show of the once proud knight stripping down to nothing at all before resuming her place on her knees. Nera smiled awkwardly as she sat with legs spread, knowing it would be obvious to see how soaked her cunt had become but it couldn't be helped. Stripping for her Mistress, revealing herself in every way was just too exciting to hold back.
	"Well? What do you think…muh… my Mistress?" Nera's cheeks were burning red, voice nearly cracking as she spoke. Zidall chuckled at how the girl spoke as if she were deeply in love. But then, that's what she was now after all.
	The dragon smiled with appreciation as her tail slid between Nera's legs, the tip running along her wet lips and making the girl whimper happily. "I think you're as beautiful as I imagined, my princess."
	"Th-thank you, Queen Zidall."
	"Does this mean you wish to be my lover, then?" Zidall teased.
	Nera bit her lip and felt the smooth scales of her Mistress' tail sliding inside her, moaning happily. "Yes, please Mistress. It's all I want. Let me serve you, be a good princess. I'll be your lover, a slave, just like the other girls you captured."
	Zidall placed her hand on the young girl's head, Nera rising up to the touch like an affectionate pet. "No, Nera."
	The blonde knight stared in shock, wondering what she could have done wrong. All she desired now was to serve her rightful owner, to please her dragon queen. Zidall saw the confusion and gave a small laugh.
	"Don't worry, Nera. You'll still be my lover. I only mean that you won't be a slave like my other lovely followers. You will have a place above them, staying right beside me at all times. You shall be my slave princess, after all."
	"Slave… princess," Nera muttered absently, grunting in pleasure as the tail began to slide in and out of her wet folds. The former noble princess broke into a wide grin, thoughts fueled by the violet flames in her head.
	"Yes, oh please Mistress. Let me be your slave princess. I'll help bring the entire kingdom under your control. All will serve Queen Zidall. Your slave princess will make sure of it."
	"Then prove how eager you are, Nera." Zidall lowered herself to the stone floor, spreading her legs wide for Nera to see her own dripping pussy. It was all the direction the new slave needed as she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around the dragon's hips as she kissed at Zidall's pussy. It was clear she was inexperienced but the knight was enthusiastic as she licked and kissed, lapping up the delicious juices and experimenting with her tongue. Listening to the moans of her Mistress as she slid her mouth over the soaked lips, slipping her tongue inside and trying to find the places that pleased her most.
	Even as Nera gave pleasure with her mouth Zidall's tail never let up, teasing at the girl before entering her. Moaning happily Nera forced her tongue to slither in deeper, suddenly gasping as Zidall let out a deep moan and her tail driving inside Nera. The blonde slave pushed her tongue back to that spot and again her Mistress had the same overjoyed reaction, the dragon's tail fucking her faster.
	Nera was losing herself to the pleasure, becoming drunk on the taste of the woman's lust as Zidall continued to fuck her with her tail, black scales drenched in Nera's juices. And all the while Nera felt the comforting warmth of violet flames coating her thoughts, taking her deeper under the dragon Queen's control. She kept pushing her tongue to hit that special spot, over and over as Zidall began breathing rapidly, fast approaching an orgasm and willing her slave to match her pleasure.
	Her pussy squeezing at Zidall's tail, trying to hold the lovely shape inside her even as her Mistress tried to trap Nera's tongue in her own cunt. Both women held the other trapped inside them as the flames forced Nera's pleasure over the edge, inciting a powerful orgasm to sweep through her mind and body, forever sealing her fate as an obedient slave. The shaking slave girl sent sweet vibrations into Zidall's cunt, setting off a powerful orgasm in the dragon. Zidall threw her head back and roared as she came, violet flames bursting into the air above them as the two women came together.
	Slowly Zidall slipped her tail out from inside Nera, the princess collapsing against the legs of her Mistress with a satisfied grin on her face. Zidall herself had to use her wings to support her, still trembling from the incredibly strong orgasm. She hadn't cum like that in years, and she knew it was all thanks to her eager new friend. She began to tenderly pet Nera's head and the slave purred in gratitude.
	"Thank you, Mistress," she muttered quietly.
	"No, thank you, Nera. I knew when you came barging into my castle I just had to make you mine."
	"Glad you did," Nera said sleepily, smiling sweetly.
	Zidall considered playing more but instead let the princess sleep in her lap. There would be time for more fun later. Introducing Nera to her new slave sisters. Using the devoted princess to help her enslave the other kingdoms. All such great things waiting for them.
	But for now Zidall rested back on the stone floor and held the sleeping girl to her, planting a kiss on her forehead before settling in to sleep. Nera really was going to be a very special slave, the dragon queen could sense it.
	Deep in her dreams Nera felt the kiss of her new Mistress and smiled happily, lost in visions of saving the kingdom by showing them the beauty of her new Queen. And all the while she felt the comforting warmth of the violet flames around her, basking in their soft glow. She truly was blessed that Zidall had chosen to take her in. And Nera couldn't wait to repay the generosity of her Mistress by delivering the entire kingdom to her feet.