Chapter 1 - A Game Gone Wrong

“I am making an announcement.” Standing from a position of prominence, the Dragon Queen is rather imposing. The platform she stands upon, held well above the camp, was constructed specifically to accent her great figure. Her platinum hair sways back and forth behind her, hardly resting on her elegant and grand wingspan. She allows her marvelous wings to reach their full length, demanding the attention of all. Her horns, vast and wide, help to keep her hair stable in the wind flowing around her curvaceous and prominent form.

Her army of monsters is vast and wide. Enough Guy monsters stand before her to strike fear into any petty human civilization. They flock to her like moths to a shining beacon, her world-class beauty providing motivation to work under her to even the lowliest of hopefuls. Her voice was made to be one that captured and enthralled, drawing their gaze from far and wide. It’s useful for making a speech, not so useful for strolling around trying to do something without gathering the attention of everyone under the sun. Of course, that’s why she has Reincock, he can do such trivialities for her.

Right now she’s making a speech, all from the lowest Dekant to the highest general under her command turn to take her in like sheep. All heed her word, never daring to look away when she reveals herself to all before her. She doesn’t have to speak loudly, they’ll hear her or they’ll regret it. Besides, her targets of this announcement are close, standing towards the front of her audience. Boys she’s yet to pick but will oh so very soon, one at a time. It has her holding back shivers just thinking about it. “Our great leader has tasked me with finding the current king, Little Princess. Currently, she is going by the name Miki, but that won’t hold forever. We need to collect her before she changes, which means this task is of the greatest urgency.”

Just calling that Lis ‘great’ leaves a bad taste in her mouth she can’t quite wash away even with a cleansing flame. ‘Leader’ is even worse, it’s all she can do not to wretch. Still, for appearances, it is a must. She would rather follow a Lis than some bratty girl with an ego from her daddy’s teachings. “I am officially offering a reward for anyone who can find her and tell me where she is.” Her decree is spoken, while she looks at her playthings, this kind of game is for them. In this case it’s for one of them in particular, “On my honor as the Dragon Queen and a demon lord, the one who gets me her location first gets one favor I will not deny.”

Her eyes stay locked on one of the boys. A pretty little virgin more than nervous enough to be unable to look back at me. That’s how she likes them. Meek, fragile, ready to devote themselves entirely to her. One should be grateful to have her attention, grateful to be allowed to bask in her presence. Forever enamored with her for her taking their first, it’s a rule older than almost anything else in this world. 

She’ll have his eternal gratitude soon, she can already taste it.

The walk back to her chambers is a stiff one for her closest confidant. Dressed as a young girl, blue ponytail swaying behind him. Reincock naturally takes the spot next to her without having to be told. “Miss Camilla.” He starts, just like she knew he would. His face contorting in a beautiful arrangement of confusion and hesitance. Meek is a beauty of its own, the fact that he’s hers just makes it better. “I don’t mean to question you, but we already know where Little Princess is, what are we trying to achieve here?”

That is questioning her, she must note. It’s not an action she approves of very much. Her word is absolute, and such matters tend to sow doubt into those that should be kneeling before her. Still, this is the good kind of questioning. More inquisitive than doubtful, wondering how he can best serve her. It’s admirable really, and for that reason alone she deems it fitting to allow him an answer. He’s kind of important here anyway, it would be rather hard to achieve her goal without his help. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve taken a boy’s cherry who felt like they earned it in some way.” She explains. “I want to see that devious light in their eyes as they think they’re taking advantage. I want to see that moment when they realized I planned this, and they’re really mine, not the otherway around.” She finds herself short of breath at the thought. She can already see it, feel it. It’s just what she needs before going off to waste time chasing after some ungrateful princess. “So you’re going to tell the boy of my choice exactly where she is.”

“Ah, yes Camilla.” She can see it in his eyes, the faintest jealousy. It’s pretty in its own way, festering. Perhaps she’ll have to reward him after this, just to remind him that he’ll always be her favorite. It wouldn’t do to have him doubting himself, no matter how cute it is.

“Nnn…” Reincock finds himself grumbling softly to himself as he passes through the woods on his way to his unfortunate and unsavory objective. He hardly looks around, unworried about the slightest danger even if this area is technically littered with bears and other ferocious beasts. The only human-like entities around here are monsters and their betters, making humanish the look that strikes fear into anything lesser that might be around. 

Today isn’t a good day, and he’d almost like for some weakling to attack so he can take his stresses out on them. It’s with that desire in mind that he strays slightly off the main road. When nothing bites, he wanders a little further, and then further, soon forgetting about his actual destination to run around in the woods in hopes of finding prey that doesn’t scurry.

“Everything is too scared,” he complains, sighing gently before resting against a tree. The sky is pretty today, its calming aura helping just a little.

“Too scared for what?” The new voice is deep, thunderous, resounding through the forest in a way that would catch even the boldest of attentions let alone the meekest. Reincock’s eyes find themselves uncontrollably darting to their newfound destination faster than a lion’s pounce. Thick muscles and a chiseled form that one might mistake for one carved into granite if it weren’t moving. 

“Ah.” His skin flushes a little, flustering at being caught talking to himself by a lowly Dekant. That’s all the man before him is, no matter how intimidating he might look standing even taller than the lovely Camilla’s staggering stature, two and a half meters is tiny for a Dekant. The low tier guy monster shouldn’t even have the courage to talk to him let alone expect a response. Yet trying to ignore it results in being prodded, again, and again. It’s enough to have him pondering how to go about killing it. Ridding the world of such arrogance, he’s Camilla’s pet, not some common beast with which to take an interest and mate with.

He’s just readying himself to strike when its voice begins again. “Oh, Reincock-sama! Are you looking for Little Princess out here too? I knew I was on the right track, what better place to hide than the forest?”

His eyes widen, taking in the guy monster again. One of Camilla’s then, it wouldn’t be right to squish one of her servants no matter how stupid. And it is stupid. How could one possibly think Little Princess would be in the monster forests? They would have found her by now! There are two dark lord factions looking for her! That’s like trying to find someone else’s secret by looking in your own diary. It’s absurd, it’s ridiculous, there’s literally no reasonable explanation for that kind of stupid unless... unless it really is that stupid.

He looks it over again, taking in the way it proudly displays what little figure it has. As if anyone would be swayed by such a meager display of Dekant. If, and only if, he really did want to soil himself with some Dekant there are thousands of better examples just in town. It’s like arrogance and idiocy have no limits. Which, in itself, gives him an idea. He can’t find anything to kill, but he still has to get his stress out some way. Why not tell some moron his current woes? Someone or thing that wouldn’t have the brains to remember in a million lifetimes. “I wouldn’t search here you moron.” He scolds instantly. “I was on my way to deliver Little Princess’ location to the rigged contestant.”

“Huh?” The Dekant stares awkwardly, unsure and almost angry from what he can tell. It doesn’t matter. “Rigged contestant?”

“You didn’t really think Lady Camilla would just offer herself to anyone, do you? Of course this is a game, you’re an idiot for thinking otherwise. Most of the monsters at least knew better than to scour, let alone somewhere so menial. She’s in the human realm not in some forest. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go deliver it to someone else not worth an instant of my master’s time.”

“In the human realm. Where?” The Dekant asks, proudly proclaiming the dumbest, most ridiculous face in the world as Reincock jumps up from his position against a tree and begins his escape.

It really is comical how slow and dumb they are. Why even if he did tell him where Little Princess is he wouldn’t get to Camilla fast enough let alone remember the name of some stupid human place. In fact… why not? “Leazas, obviously. Don’t you pay any attention?” With that Reincock is off to go deliver the info to someone who actually has a brain, and the unworthy Dekant is left standing there in the clearing, staring at a tree.

“Leazas.” he says, instantly scraping the name into the bark of the tree.

The sky is a brilliant shade of obsidian when Camilla’s rest is interrupted. It’s not by Reincock and her expected victor, that would be too convenient. Instead, she hears loud knocks, someone was allowed to get far too close to her quarters. She’ll be punishing someone for sure.

She decides to wait it out, listening to the tenth knock with the same grace as the first. It’s not til the twentieth that she finally gets up and skulks in a wrathful lumber. The fact that no one has stopped this yet is enough to have her ready to behead someone. This better be important.

When she opens the door and is greeted to the sight of a low-grade Dekant of all things, she has to visibly restrain herself from tearing its throat out. It's a distasteful look, muscled beyond reason and not at all pretty. She’d rather destroy it than keep looking at it, especially with how confident it stands before her. Arrogant and pathetic, a very ugly combination that hardly deserves any of her time whatsoever.

It’s not loyalty to her army, as it clearly is someone from her army, that stops her hand from slicing into him like one might a juicy steak. It’s not even compassion or some other foolish trait humanity likes to parade around that stalls this mere guy monster’s demise. After-all he just banged her door partially off its hinges, upon inspection quite literally, none of that would save all but her most precious servants.

It’s the piece of bark in its hands that spares its life for the moment. “Leesass.” She stares. “Is that supposed to mean something?”

“Where Little Princess is.” He says. “Err, it’s Leezas? Leee-aa-”

Oh, something very bad has happened. Camilla realizes, staring at the tiny giant in front of her. Very, very bad. She can’t see a way out of it either, not even as her mind races at pace it hasn’t in many years. Killing it - er, him she should probably allow him, If only until his favor is answered - is an option. She could always pretend this didn’t happen but if he told anyone else about this her word would become less than dirt, something she could never stand for. Worse off, even if she got away with it her word would suddenly mean dirt to her as well. She swore this on her pride as the Dragon Queen, her pride as a Dark Lord is one thing but why did she have to throw her birthright into the mix?

No, she realizes after a pained series of thoughts. She can’t do a thing to him, not until his request is completed. When it’s finished, she’ll tear him in half. Simple, easy, no longer her problem. Still, she does have one question. “How did you come across this information?”

“Uhh-um, it was, blue, err, Reincock-sama!”

“Ahh.” Her lips twitch, as do her eyes. Every ounce of her being boils with an unwieldy flame. It encompasses her, overwhelms her, her wings flap out and her eyes shine. She of all people must have miscalculated exactly how jealous her most devout toy is. She doesn’t like miscalculating, she doesn’t like being wrong. Nothing about this situation has her any less than furious and the trembling of the pitiful creature before her says that she’s not doing a very good job of hiding that. “What is your favor then?” She asks. Her simmering not abated, but instead pushed to the side until this thing is out of her unmatched face.

“I uh-would like to-uh, how did I word this.” He holds the bark up to his face, his own yellow shining eyes taking in what he must have written on the other side. “Right, I want miss Camilla to be my woman for the night.”

“I-” This is what she expected from this bet. In fact, it’s what she wanted, she wanted nothing more than for the winner of this little gamble to request her body for the night. To entangle herself with that cute boy she made this entire proclamation for. Hear him cry her name long into the night and feel his lips on her breasts, milking everything he could possibly have stored for her. The very thought had her hot, intoxicated with the very idea of his scent wafting throughout her room for days. How he’d swear loyalty and allegiance to her, it was to be quite magnificent. To see all those dreams turned on their head like this is a betrayal she’s not entirely sure she’s parsed. She’ll come up with Reincock’s punishment when this is done. For now, all she can think is murder and as much as it pains her to say it she would rather not lose him even for this kind of folly. “-I accept.” 

Her mind whirls with her tongue, the most divine bubbling in her gut crying out as if her soul. “But I won’t do it without terms. There is a cave to the west of here, it’s not particularly far and if you ask directions you should be given them easily enough. Do not say why you need the cave if you do ask directions. We will travel there separately so no one is aware I am going to sleep with something as, well, I don’t have to finish that sentence do I?”

It’s a gamble, he might refuse, take her right now and what could she actually do? Not a thing, a deal is a deal and on her pride as Dragon Queen she can’t exactly break it. Until he cums he’s invincible, after though… well, refusing will make his death far more painful. 

She holds in a relieved breath when he nods, happily clapping his hands in an almost childish, if not brutish and loud manner. “Second, you are to bring bedding and condoms. No, before you ask there is no chance of something like you marking me as a mother, but I won’t allow a mere Dekant to have raw sex with me.”

“Uhhh-” his face contorts, anger and rage most likely though she’s never been one to care enough about lesser creatures to figure out the expressions of every guy monster, “-I will be there soon.”

“As will I, don’t forget, bedding and condoms.”

“This is it.” The Dragon Queen says to herself as she takes in the entrance to the cave. It’s as musty and decrepit as she remembers, and she can’t help but contemplate what was wrong with her when she chose it, even if it is convenient. An underground base, or possibly a tree fort would have worked just as well even if it would have been harder to get to. Getting the bedding to a tree fort might be an issue but at least it would have the smell of nature instead of dust. 

She sighs to herself, it can’t really be changed now. She chose convenience because she wanted it over with. Prolonging it to bask in anguish helps no one, especially not her. The sooner she enters the sooner she can kill the man, punish Reincock, and forget this ever happened.

The first steps are almost silent. The echo along the walls not picking up until she gets into the darkness. It’s ominous, an average woman would find themselves struck meek and fearful. They might find themselves jumping into the arms of the first strong man around, in this particular instance the small adonis she finds coming into sight in the darkness before long. 

Camilla’s not average at all, she’s so far above it that an entire army scrambled for the barest chance of having her for one night. She’s a world-class beauty, a being ascended beyond even dragon kind, and not a single person or monster anywhere on the planet would pass up a chance to feel her in their arms. For that reason she doesn’t get scared or jumpy, she approaches the desolate matress. He likely dragged that thing across the ground the entire way here but then he might have carried it like a gentleman, she honestly can’t tell it’s just that poor quality. 

She chooses not to voice her distaste, her voice is too remarkable to use for him any further, even if it is to scold him. Instead, she strips, allowing the priceless fabrics that adorn her mystical form to fall to the dirty ground. It’s enough to enrage her all over again, but she picked this place she can’t really blame him. She can blame him for what he pulls out from behind him as he drops his own cloth. Animal intestine condoms. She probably should have brought the condoms now that she thinks about it, bedding too. She’ll make Reincock pay for this.

As a Dekant, his thick rod is only really about the size of a human’s, which isn’t actually something she knew before but she’s grateful for. She prefers her partners cute, perhaps she can pretend if she closes her eyes. It’s unlikely, as her legendary naked figure graces the mattress, she can actually feel her skin wanting to itch. Her hands roam her plump thighs, turning slightly so that she’s lying back and waiting. 

She doesn’t have to wait very long, he’s on top of her like some kind of animal shortly after. His massive hands cup her well-blossomed breasts, squeezing her lovely orbs in between his strong fingers like one might an especially lovely toy. His grip is large, possessive and tight, reminding her vaguely of things so old the memories have cobwebs. It’s nice, she decides after a few squeezes. Strong hands overcoming her assets as if they’re that of a child’s does have a type of allure to it, even if it’s not one she’d seek out on her own.

The sight of the large man on top of her isn’t even enough to ruin her momentary bliss, not even when he lines his burgeoning member with the most desirable lower lips on the planet. “Mmm,” she allows herself to sound, simple but it gets her point across. Do it rough and quick or die.

“Aah-” she needn’t have asked, he roughly plunges into her a mere instant later. Her back arches, her voice betrays her and her folds squeeze him tightly; awarding him with exactly what he came here for.

Before she can recover he begins to pound into her, slamming home without the slightest grace. It’s undignified the way it makes her moan, the memories it brings up becoming clearer with every powerful thrust from his built body. The countless Dragon Kings from her time, all imposing and uncaring about how she felt. Old conditioning comes back, even with the strange sound the condom makes slapping in and out of her several times a second.

She’s actually a little disappointed when his breathing quickens, pants coming harsher and harsher with every uncaring throb inside her. He abandons her breasts, wrapping his arms around her tightly before charging forward with one final earth-shattering thrust. She feels rich seed fill the condom inside her, feels it desperate to get to her, wanting nothing more than to paint her womb. Too bad for it, it’s trapped. Stolen from its purpose, the thought almost makes her smile.

“Hah-aah-that was amazing.” He grunts, praising her, rubbing his cheek against her. Rocking his chest against hers in an attempt to bask in her beauty. “Are you, going to kill me now?” He asks.

“Uhh...” Her mind races quickly again. She had planned to kill him, and she still does. Plans to murder someone do not simply slip away because the sex wasn’t all bad, especially when it was so quick. Though good sex does make anyone forgiving, perhaps she’ll punish Reincock by not allowing him to cum. That sounds fun. Still, he’s not supposed to know he’s going to die. That kind of defeats the purpose and raises a lot of different questions. Like why he would come here if he knew it would be his last moment?

“I know, you don’t want me telling anyone.” He continues. “But, hah, as the lowest Dekant type out there, I was going to die to some err, hero or something anyone. I can die happy knowing I lost my virginity to the Dragon Queen and made her moan a little.”

“Ah-you’re a virgin?” She asks, gulping. That was wasteful, if he had told her that from the beginning she would have, she still can. It’s not over until he gets soft.

“Ye-ahh!” He doesn’t get any further along with his answer before she pushes him off of her, tears that disgusting condom off his slowly wilting virgin staff and pushes him back down.

She forcefully swallows him inside of her, riding him with an evil glare in her eyes and a glint to her teeth. “Let’s hold off on killing you for a minute.” She declares, slamming him back where he belongs and taking what she deserves out of this. “You’ll die a real man instead.” 

She pumps him with constantly shifting walls, grinding him against her every innermost ridge and covering him in her valuable juices as she takes advantage. She doesn’t even care to stop when he gets back to full size and begins to twitch and shake inside her, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters except that she will not waste a virgin’s cherry, not even for a worthless creature. It’s too precious, too important, she doesn’t even blink when her womb is filled with Dekant seed.

She does blink when he groans loudly and pushes her back, forcing her to lay back on the mattress, while he begins to pound all on his own once again. “Is this what a man does!?” He asks, forcing himself deeper than she would think possible even for one of such stature. 

“Ah-yes!” She gasps, praising her new toy, even if only for tonight. He’s learning quickly, daring to push her back is a lesson she hadn’t even gotten around to teaching and yet she finds herself colored with pride as well as an impending orgasm. It’s a nice heat that swallows his cock, a blissful heat that builds in her stomach with every powerful thrust into her goddess-like pussy. 

“Hah-aaah-good!” He doesn’t even stop when he gets close again, he just keeps pounding away, bringing her closer and closer to her own release. Making her squeeze him inside perfection and hungrily milk out more and more of his potent seed.

“Hah-you could last a little longer.” She scolds without any real heat, aside from what’s in her gut of course. It wouldn’t be cute if he wasn’t going off like some kind of projectile weapon inside her. What was it the humans were working on? If it’s anything like this they can keep at it!

“S-sorry!” He grunts out, apologizing despite how much the seed sloshing around inside her with every pump gets him harder and harder all over again. It’s not until some of it spills out of her that he changes his mind. “N-no, not sorry, take this!” He lowers his hands to lift her ass up so that he can shift his legs under her, pushing himself deeper into her and getting her to an angle where he’s sure despite his low intelligence that not a drop is leaving her well-fucked pussy. 

“Gaaahhh!” His next actions can only be referred to as fucking, ramming her into the filthy mattress with enough gusto to finally cause her eyes to roll back, the heat inside her exploding like a volley of fireworks. Even the air on her skin feels like too much as the Dekant drilling her brings her to a height of feeling not many before have achieved. Not for a long time at least.

Her body was made for this kind of thing, her kinks notwithstanding she was made to take children from beings much bigger and she can’t deny the results of allowing one to have his way with her. Her body is on fire, her insides are on fire, even her hair is on fire, literally or metaphorically she’s not even sure. Nothing exists anymore except the feeling swirling through her unrelenting, and for him, nothing is sweeter than the way she clamps. Suddenly and without warning, her insides quite actually milking him and treating him like a toy. 

He’s glad he got her into a better position because he can’t help but dump load after load of the thickest cum he’s ever produced into her needy slit.

Finally, after an eternity of workout even his body is not meant for, her body calms down and he collapses. Satisfied enough to justify dying the horrific death he is sure will await him when he wakes up.

When Camilla awakens she tosses the creature off of her in mild disgust, one that quickly fades as she takes in how oddly cute the man looks on his side. Even now, he’s just that satisfied. If she didn’t feel what must be a whole pot’s worth of splooge flood out of her and stain her legs as she sits up, she’d almost be able to forget what they did.

Of course, no one can really forget being fucked senseless when semen is ruining the bed below them, errr, well it was already ruined so she can forgive this.

On second thought, staring at the peaceful Dekant and readying the strike that will end his life, she decides maybe she can forgive this entirely.

It takes only a second for her to power down her blast, to take a deep breath of the scent of yet another virgin she’s claimed, and decide that maybe Reincock didn’t screw up all that badly. She got an interesting experience out of it. She’ll definitely be punishing him, but it’s not like he got her pregnant or anything.

She leans forward and plants the gentlest kiss on his cheek. Mostly on whimsy, he won’t know it happened, and she won’t bother remembering it, but he really grew up at the end there. He deserves this much respect. “Goodbye.” She says, getting to her feet. “You really are the luckiest guy monster there is right now, remember this.”

With that she leaves the cave, never to return, and hopefully never to see him again.
Him, yes, she’ll afford him that title at least.

“He really was the luckiest guy monster in the world.” She gasps, staring down at the magical device in her hands. It spells doom, destruction, an impossibility laced with embarrassment and rage. It spells, pregnant.

“Who would have thought that the rumors are true?” She gasps, face staining with a potent dark red and her claws digging into the floor beneath her. “It’s just not possible! That thing couldn’t really be descended from giants! Let alone the giants my brothers supposedly used to make deformed children with! It’s just not fair, graaah!” She cries out in rage. “Reincoooooockk!” She shouts, taking no small amount of amusement in the feet she hears running for dear life.

He should run, she forgave him for his earlier moment of bad judgment. Punished him cruelly of course but didn’t withhold forgiveness, but messing up so badly that a Dekant of all things managed to get her pregnant? Oh, he better run, she hopes he’s fast. She happens to like him and if she catches him before her rage is spent on at least a few dozen walls and monsters that get in her way she’s gonna kill the bastard.

“You better run! I’m gonna rip off your limbs!”