Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 WIP

Chapter 1



Prince Imrik observed the dragons circling Ka-Sabar in the setting night sky as he contemplated his next move. The balcony on the keep provided a nice view but a very dry one. He came to this "dry hellhole not fit for even dwarves" as he called it, to tame wild dragons and return them Ulthuan to bolster the forces against the Dark Elves. So far it was going well. Several powerful dragons were now under his command. The former Araby city capitulated to his rule quickly, and the lesser races beneath the Asur here were under his protection and rule. He had been showered with gifts from the local populace and what passes for "nobility" among humans, no doubt trying to win favors from the dragon prince. Most he had tossed away, in his opinion, none could match the craftsmanship of the Asur. But, there was one he did keep. A gold and ruby amulet that his mage Mikaela stopped him from discarding. 
She claimed that it would let him resist fatigue, and bless him with vigor allowing him to fight longer. Imrik, was not convinced. An incredibly vain creature, in his mind victory was assured for one reason only, and that was because he was Imrik, descendant of the great house of Caledor. Amulets would not win wars. 






The was a knock at the door of the vast sandstone chambers. "I believe I made it clear I didn't wish to be disturbed guardsmen." Imrik said through the door not hiding his distain. "I'm sorry sir, lady Shakkara says she has an update on the greenskins." The guard replied meekly. "Very well. Let her in." Imrik said already sounding like he was bored before knowing what she would say.






 The Handmaiden of the Everqueen Shakkara walked in. She was wearing a blue conservative style dress the kind any nobility would at a formal function. To Imrik’s disappointment it was not revealing in any way. She curtsied and bowed her head. "ahh another meeting  with the dragon prince, this man, this cretin."  she thought, rising ti meet his gaze. Despite what appeared to be a small young woman with slightly a mousy-like nose, long blonde hair and piercing green eyes, Imrik knew where she went, death followed. On the battlefield she moved with skill and grace in a whirlwind of death. The handmaiden was not to be trifled with. She served faithfully to Ulthuan and the Everqueen, forsaking her life and family and he did not even have the courtesy meet her when she arrived or dress himself properly. He wore an open white shirt, black skinned pants and with the amulet around his neck.








"Our forces have pacified the greenskins in the South World Edge Mountains." She said emotionlessly. "And the dwarves?" He asked. "They will not like us seizing their holds, but our forces are already preparing for an uprising." Still not looking directly at him. "We know whos leading, funding, sheltering them, and where the plan to mobilize." Imrik didn't say anything for a moment. "Oh great" she thought. "What's he gonna say now? Why wasn't it done sooner?" Her mind began to race with fury. "Or maybe you expect me to do it entirely by myself? You arrogant man-child, you could have sent twice as many warriors as you did, but finding your precious dragons was more important. Brave warriors died that didn't need to because we were outnumbered and you-." "Well done." He said.

"What?" Shakkara said, now looking at him. "Well done." He said again. Looking deep in her green eyes. "I wish it could have been avoided but today it was worth it." "How so?" She said not entirely without contempt. "Because now we have 4 more dragons. More we have on our side now means less deaths later." They're eyes continued locked, neither revealing any emotion. The wind blew rustling Imrik's hair, the moonlight reflecting of his almost white loose hair. Shakkara felt a wave of excitement uncontrollably in her thighs. But her gaze stood firm. "Oh Isha" She thought. "Why has this been happening?"

The Lord of Dragons, while an incredibly handsome man definitely   was the most arrogant man she had ever met. Under the Everqueen, Shakkara had known nothing but respect, even when her abilities had not been enough against the forces that besieged Ulthuan. Here, Imrik's word was final, and he always had the last word.


Shakkara and Imrik had faced many battles together and had relied on each other at critical moments. At first she respected him. But then he would make almost borderline rude and on occasion inappropriate comments. She thought that this was no way for a son of Caledor to behave and yet...

She felt a desire when she looked at him. She had these desires in the past, on other men, good honorable men. But for Imrik she couldn't tell why. When she looked into his blue eyes, it was the world had ceased to exist. No Ulthaun, no Everqueen. Just him in a cruel world with untold death.

"What else do you have to report?" He asked. "Nothing else" She quickly recovered and turned for the door embarrassed. She made it about two steps, when she turned back to face him. He hadn't moved at all, he had stayed perfectly still and just watched her with those eyes. Something like a roar of fire burst in the Handmaiden and she knew she could not pretend any longer. She had to have him, all of him even for just a moment.

 She stared directly into his eyes and slid off the shoulders of her dress letting it fall the floor. Her light color skin looked almost white in the moonlight. Her breasts small but perky and a perfect fit for her small and slender frame. Even her white embordered panties and stockings couldn't draw his gaze. He didn't even look, he just stared deeper and deeper into her until they leapt at each other like lightning. A tight embrace and passionate wild energy filled both of their senses. Shakkara let out cry as his touch electrified her, only adding more fuel the fire inside her. Imrik deftly moved his hands over her body. He slipped his right hand between her legs and traced his fingers along the outside of her folds, making her anticipation even worse. For a moment she was about grab him and demand he stop playing with her then he started fingering her. She let out a quite breath when he did. Gently, slowly, then harder, then faster. They kissed tightly and the handmaiden moaned into his mouth, trying to smother her cry's with his lips, until-!

There was a knock on the door and Shakkara backed away from him. "My King Imrik, Lady Shakkara, Lady mage Mikaela is here, she has news regarding the Tomb Kings." Said the guard, completely oblivious what was happening beyond the door. 
The handmaiden swore in dwarfish under her breath and started quickly grabbing her clothes. "I don't know what good that'll do, she already knows you're here." said Imrik, not moving to help her. "Say I rode down on a dragon!" She hissed quietly, as she moved over to the bed.
He came close to her and whispered "Don't worry, tonight you'll definitely get to ride a dragon." And kissed her hard. She melted in his arms, almost forgot herself when the second knock came. She flung herself agilely under the huge white canopy bed. Imrik straightened his clothing and beckoned the mage to come in.

"My Lord Imrik." Mikaela said bowing gracefully at the dragon prince. She was old but did not look it, she had ageless beauty. Imrik returned with a slight nod knowing it probably infuriated anyone of the magical élite that he could ignore court protocol. The fire mage had Auburn hair, and instead of giant gold headdress that she wore into battle she had a smaller gold circlet in her hair. Still wearing wizards robes, she must have arrived tonight too. Mikaela raised her head. "Is lady Shakkara not joining us? I thought she was already here." She asked. "Called away I'm afraid." The dragon prince deceitfully. "Possible Skaven armies half been seen to the south along the Northern Red Rivers."

"Right now? In the middle of the night?" The mage said inquisitively. "Our enemies never do sleep." He said as it were a fact. He was trying to distract her from realizing how the handmaiden could have vanished from the room. "They don't fight with honor, make good art or match your magical abilities." He said flattering her." "That's true." She agreed eagerly. 
"Speaking of which, any luck with the materials of the scrying pool? It's been a month since you turned up anything." He said with a hint of coldness in his voice. "You seemed confident you could let us observe the enemy magically, what's changed?"
"Nothing my king." She said politely and averting his gaze slightly. "I'm afraid I need more time to perfect the spell. The methods of the Lizardmen are-" "That's enough." He said. " I don't need to know the details of your magical problems. Teclis may find it fascinating but I don't. Besides you came to speak of the Tomb Kings." He was deliberately trying throw her balance. 
"Yes my King, the Bretonnians have started to come under attack from their undead legions. A Repanse de Lyonesse is leading the defense, they ask us for aid."


"And will they swear fealty to the new protectors of these lands?" He asked expectantly.
"No I don't believe they..." She trailed off didn't finish her sentence. She looked cautiously around the room. "Are we alone?" She looked deadly serious. "Of course." He said. "Why?" The mage summoned her staff out of light. "There is a presence in this room, that's neither yours or mine." She summoned a small ball of fire to throw at the bed but Imrik dashed in front of it blocking her shot. "Who gave you permission to destroy my things?" He said flashing his eyes wide at her. "My King I-" "Come on out Shakkara." The King ordered.

Shakkara obeyed hesitantly fully expecting the mage to burst out laughing and ready to spread the tale far and wide. But she did not, Mikaela blushed upon seeing her only in her stocking and panties. The handmaiden was surprised a wizard could blush  "Oh!" The mage gasped. "I'm terribly sorry Lord of Dragons I didn't - I - my lady..." She turned for the door but Imrik forbade her. "No, Mikaela. Stay for a moment. I'm afraid if we were in Ulthuan we would have found ourselves in a tremendous sandal. A handmaiden serving someone else other than the Everqueen. The people could gawk and pretend they are more virtuous then the rightful elite. But the only people who know about this are in this room. So we'll reach an agreement to keep this between us." 

"How? And what would I be ashamed for?" Said the mage with defiance in her voice. "I Have faithfully done my duty as-" "But you haven't have you Mikaela?" Imrik interrupted her. He locked eyes with her and began to circle her like a hawk. "You already perfected the observation spell I asked you create, three weeks ago. You never bothered to tell me, or what you had been observing. So I did some investigation of my own. Imagine my surprise Shakkara when the sole thing she had been observing was me." The handmaiden looked at the mage, she was beginning to blush even harder.  "I thought she was a spy or a rouge mage, when I learned the pattern of which she observed me. She would watch me train and exercise. When I rode Minaithnir, when I sleep and even when I relieve myself."

The mage her face just as red as her hair, looked more embarrassed than the half naked handmaiden. "So there you have it, you both something embarrassing about the other you can't speak about to anyone. Now to finalize the deal, so we can all leave on good terms..." He walked close to the mage and exposed her voluminous breasts without ripping her clothes. Shakkara thought the mage would deliver a powerful slap across Imrik's face, but it never came. "This is what you've been wanting isn't it?" The king said as he pulled softly on Mikaela's nipples. She moaned very quietly and nodded her head. "You should have come to see me sooner. We could have sorted this all out. You're lucky I don't have you tried with dereliction duty." He said warmly.

"Oh my king. Lord of Dragons please forgive me." She said quietly, like she was ashamed to admit it. still keeping her arms to her sides. "My king may I-" "You may" He said, having no idea what she was about to do. Mikaela began to stroke his groin with her hands and planted her lips on the king. Shakkara was completely shocked at the scene if front of her. Her first thought was to dress herself and storm out, outraged the prince would try and degrade her and the mage like this. But she still felt an undeniable pull to him, one that made her concerns feel small and insignificant. The handmaiden feeling a rush arousal and jealousy she too approached the king. "I was here first dammit." She thought. The king turned his attention to the handmaiden and placed a hand on her neck and kissed her sensually. The handmaiden felt a rush through her body and she was too engrossed with her lips that she hadn't noticed how wet her thighs were. The mage got on her knees and still stroked the lair  where the real dragon of Caledor resided. She parted her lips expectantly and stared up at her king with her brown eyes. Imrik revealed his cock and the mage wasted no time. She took the cock and using lips with the color of dark red, took him to base of his pelvis. and slowly began a rhythm up and down his highness. He watched with satisfaction at the superior, know it all mage chocking on his member, she gasped for air. Saliva dripping down her chin she kissed the tip of his penis. "My king I beg your forgiveness, all I desire is serve you faithfully." Now preforming gentle licks on the tip of his cock.

"You may earn my forgiveness, I will allow your actions to speak louder than your words." He said still giving all his attention to the handmaiden. The handmaiden knelt and wrapped her lips around one of his balls and began to suck enthusiastically. The mage, also feeling jealous of the attention the handmaiden and, not wanting to be outdone took the full length of dragon prince down her throat again while gazing directly in his eyes. Catching his attention again, she brought her breasts that had been partially trapped by her robes, and played with her nipples in both hands. The handmaiden looked at mage and was awed at her breasts, and wondered if she had been blessed by Isha to have such large and shapely bosom, or used magic. The provocative and erotic move worked, and she felt Imrik's hands moving through her hair. This excited the magician, she had fantasied about him much ever since perfecting the observation spell. The mage stayed on the offensive and brought her large breasts closer to him, planting his cock in her cleavage. Using her hands she pushed her tits together raised herself up and down letting him fuck her breasts. The Handmaiden continued to suck the crown family jewels of Caledor.

The dragon prince, feeling power emanate through him decided it was time to give one them their first reward of the night. Impressed with her performance, he chose the mage, but he also needed to punish her a little for her failure for spying on him. He grabbed her by the hair and guided her mouth his cock. He thrust himself in and out of her mouth forcefully, making her slightly gag on his cock and making her face turn even redder than before. The handmaiden felt a splash of delight listening to mage gurgle and gawk as the dragon prince fucked her mouth. He then held her firm at the base of his penis not letting her move. Her eyes watered looking back up at him as she struggled to not move away from him. Imrik feeling his cock firmly in the back of her throat came coating her esophagus with his seed. Mikaela eyes rolled to the ceiling feeling his warm burning cum fill her body, each moment accompanied a by violent pulse from her masters cock, blessing her with more warmth. It spread throughout her entire body, but made her cheeks and cunt burn with desire. He made sure he had spent every last drop before finally releasing her. Mikaela coughed violently, spitting up a little saliva and seed, but Imrik knew he had deposited much more in the magician, and was willing to let the small amount she failed to take on his floor be dealt with later. 

Imrik's cock softened having released its bounty. "I guess even he must draw another arrow from his quiver before firing again." Thought the handmaiden. She hoped it wouldn't be long before he was ready again. Her loins ached and could feel a growing frustration inside her, made worse when he had used the mage to climax. "I suppose this amulet isn't as powerful as you thought Mikaela." Said Imrik. "If I have to wait before finishing what I started." He joked as he eyed both of their lovely curves. She was less lean and muscular than the handmaiden, but Imrik felt she had good padding in the right places. "A blade that dulls before the duel is over must be mended". She agreed. Getting off her knees she put her hands over the amulet and began chanting a spell. Imrik felt his cock return to his full length and magician giggled. "A temporary effect." She explained. "I can your amplify your amulet for a short time. I hope it meets your satisfaction my lord." 

The mage began to apply soft kisses to the prince's mouth as she stroked his cock slowly with both hands. Shakkara sensing her chance, decided to go the offensive. Without asking for permission (like the mage) Shakkara grabbed Imrik, quickly pulled him to the canopy bed and pushed him onto the bed. Landing on his back, he had no time to react as she climbed on top him, began to grind her wet panties over his cock. Her powerful thighs tightened around him, holding him firmly in place. "My, my... you do a have some spine." Teased Imrik. She ignored his comment and shut him up by kissing him and entwining her tongue with his.
The handmaiden sneaked a look back at the mage to see her reaction, and wasn't disappointed in the least. Having ripped the prince from her, the mage stood there awkwardly for a moment before meeting eyes with the handmaiden. It only lasted a few seconds as the mage approached the bed. Her eyes giving the handmaiden a icy stare as she lay next to them and began to undress. "Not so fun while I hog him all to myself is it?" Shakkara thought smugly and turned her attention back to Imrik. She moved her panties to the side and guided his royal member inside her. She moaned softly, meeting his eyes. It was everything she had been longing for. The handmaiden was a confident woman, she was proud of her abilities and service.  But, Lord Imrik reached her in places and broke barriers those things couldn't.

 She began raise and lower her hips on his.  Imrik was impressed with Shakkara's initiative. While the servile attitude of the mage was very pleasing, it was something the dragon prince was accustomed to in sexual partners. The powerful hands and legs of the handmaiden excited him more. She pressed her hands down on his chest forcing him to lay still in the bed. She rode him slowly and deliberately, wanting to be the one in control. Based on the way she was contorting her lips and breathing heavily, she wasn't doing very well. The mage began to play with her womanhood as she watched two embrace. Shakkara wanted to savor this moment with him. She was holding out bravely until he started to thrust into her sex each. Each movement of his hips hit her perfectly inside her sheath. Soft cries escaped her lips. She raised her left arm and began to massage her bosom. Imrik, sensing weakness sat upright and sucked on her other breast. Breaking her desire for control Shakkara relaxed her grip and lost herself in a sea of erotic thoughts. Ideas of other positions and acts being preformed by her and the mage on their lord flooded her mind. It provoked anxiety but also excitement. What could he do with her now she was no longer leading? Even if he proposed something she would've been revolted doing with any other man, would she decline? Would she even want to decline? "How can this feel so good?" She thought hazily. His tongue was delicately worshiping her bosom, increasing her sensitivity. Without thinking the handmaiden cried out "Give it to me! Give me all of your seed!" almost out of breath, panting heavily. The mage wasn't sure to laugh or be revolted at her colleagues wanton cry. The handmaiden couldn't quite believe her own words either. Neither had anytime to think this over as Imrik had no intention of disappointing.