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Zigarete shifted her weight atop the Drakken's scaly back as they crested another hill. The beast moved with surprising grace for its size, each step silent despite its massive form. Her silver hair whipped in the wind as she gazed at the dark spire piercing the clouds ahead – the Dread Tower.

"Easy now." she whispered, patting the creature's neck. The Drakken rumbled softly in response, a sound she'd grown to understand as affection. How strange that the deadliest predator in Adearath had become her most loyal companion.

Through a spyglass, she studied the tower's defences. The former home of the Dread Sorcerer Fade now housed that fumbling fool she'd hunted across the continent. Jonn fucking Nightmare. The thought of him still made her blood boil – the way he'd humiliated her, turned her own body against her with his cursed powers.

But now... now she needed him. Or at least, she might need him to get to Tellik. Her hand unconsciously went to the scar on her back where her former lover had stabbed her. The betrayal still burned worse than the wound ever had.

"What kind of ruler are you really, Nightmare?" she said to herself, watching the patrols along the tower's outskirts. The defences weren't as militant as she'd expected. In fact, there seemed to be a surprising amount of everyday traffic: merchants, travellers, even what looked like common folk seeking audience. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelFirｅ.net

The Drakken tensed beneath her, its massive head swinging toward movement in the trees. A wild cren, nothing more. She stroked its scales, calming it. The beast's devotion still amazed her. It had nursed her back to health after Tellik's betrayal, protected her while she healed, and now served as her mount and bedwarmer.

"We'll need to get closer." she told the creature. "But not today. We need to understand our potential ally first."

The word 'ally' felt wrong in her mouth. Jonn had been her quarry, her failure, her shame. But the reports she'd gathered painted an interesting picture. He wasn't the typical power-hungry sorcerer. He actually seemed to care about the people under his protection, even if his methods were unconventional.

Zigarete lowered her spyglass, her silver eyes narrowing as she considered her options. The Empire had fallen, the Inquisition shattered. Tellik reigned in Rainfell, playing at being king with his two royal whores. And here she was, contemplating an alliance with the very man she would have happily captured, or killed, a few months earlier.

"The world's gone mad." she chuckled darkly, patting the Drakken's neck. She rode away from the tower.

The Drakken's lair was a massive cave system carved into the mountainside, far from prying eyes, although it seemed one of the lizardfolk clans had moved closer to their secluded sanctuary. Zigarete dismounted as they entered, her boots echoing off the stone walls. The beast had made it surprisingly comfortable. Soft moss for bedding, newly dug pathways from the thermal vents below for warmth, it was surprisingly liveable.

"Home." she sighed, removing her cloak. The Drakken curled around her protectively, its massive body radiating heat. She leaned back against its scales, mind racing with plans. The creature's tongue flicked out, tasting the air around her – sensing her tension.

Zigarete pulled chunks of cren meat from her pack, setting them over the small fire pit she'd constructed near the cave's entrance. The smell of cooking meat filled the cavern as she expertly turned the pieces to ensure even cooking. The Drakken watched with interest, its massive head resting beside her.

"Almost ready." she told it, testing a piece with her knife. The meat was rich and fatty – perfect for keeping up their strength. She tossed several large chunks to her companion, who caught them mid-air with surprising delicacy. The rest she kept for herself, savouring the meal in comfortable silence.

After eating, she settled back against the Drakken's warm scales, her muscles relaxing as the day's tension slowly ebbed away. The creature's steady breathing was oddly soothing, its massive form curled protectively around her. She found herself idly stroking its scales, tracing the patterns that had become so familiar.

The Drakken rumbled contentedly, shifting its weight. Its massive head nuzzled against her neck, hot breath washing over her skin. Zigarete sighed, a small smile playing at her lips. She'd never imagined finding comfort in such a fearsome beast, yet here she was.

The creature's movements became more purposeful, more insistent. Zigarete knew what was coming – it had become their nightly ritual. The Drakken's powerful form moved over her, its scales gleaming in the firelight. She relaxed into the familiar embrace, surrendering to the primal nature of their connection.

The Drakken's claws dug into the floor either side of Zigarete's as she positioned herself on all fours. The beast's massive form loomed over her, it's cock radiating heat. She could feel its need, raw and urgent, as it pressed against her.

"Yes." she breathed, arching her back. The creature's unique member found her entrance, already slick with anticipation. The initial stretch made her gasp – no matter how many times they coupled, the size always took her breath away.

With a powerful thrust, the Drakken hilted inside her. Zigarete moaned, fingers clawing at the moss beneath them. Its cock was ridged in ways that hit spots she didn't even know existed before. Each ridge dragged along her walls, sending sparks of pleasure through her core.

The beast set a relentless pace, rutting into her with single-minded focus. Its hot breath washed over her neck as it mounted her properly, powerful form caging her beneath it. The position made her feel utterly claimed, completely at its mercy.

"Fuck." she cursed as a particularly deep thrust sent shockwaves through her body. The Drakken's member seemed to swell inside her, stretching her further. Its ridges massaged her walls in ways that had her seeing stars, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

Zigarete's arms gave out, leaving her face pressed against the soft moss as the Drakken continued its relentless assault on her senses. Her breasts swayed with each powerful thrust. The beast's pressed down on her, holding her in place as it claimed her.

The familiar pressure built in her core, winding tighter with each thrust. The Drakken's pace grew more frantic, more desperate. Its cock pulsed inside her, the ridges seeming to expand and contract in a rhythm that drove her wild.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes!" she cried out as the pressure finally snapped. Her walls clenched around the beast's member as her body shook. The Drakken roared, its own release filling her in hot spurts as it continued to rut into her through their shared climax.

They stayed joined for several moments, both panting heavily. The Drakken's massive form still covered her, its member slowly softening inside her. When it finally pulled out, Zigarete collapsed onto her side, thoroughly spent. The beast curled around her protectively, its warm scales pressed against her cooling skin.

She reached up to stroke its neck, earning a contented rumble in response. "Good boy." she murmured, letting her eyes drift closed as exhaustion took hold. The Drakken's steady breathing lulled her toward sleep, its massive form keeping her safe and warm in their hidden sanctuary.