Ashes Embraced

One: The Red Dragon's Reign

It was a quiet night, but suddenly the twilight sky erupted into flames. Beasts were soaring through the sky, lighting the kingdom of Frairdale in a reddish-orange haze. Below, warriors charge into an unfair battleground, the roaring of the Dragonborn beasts enough to terrify the bravest of warriors. The warriors fought ferociously, their metal swords clashing against the scaly beasts, the ground shook beneath them as they fought with their all. One of the nights shouted, "They are headed for the palace!".

They didn't know it was too late for them. I led the attack, I reached the palace with uncanny speed. Shattering through the large glass, I charged straight towards the king. He swung his sword but missed. I picked him up, forcing the sword to fall from his hands. I let out a fiery breath, warning his guards from coming nearer. Slowly, lovingly, I dug my nails into his skin easily drawing blood.

"I'm going to kill you." I cooed into the king's ear, "Just like your men have killed my people. It's time for... revenge." As I dug my nails deeper into the king's flesh, he let out a cry of agony. "Can you fly?" A wicked smile crosses my face, as I soar into the rafters of the throne room. "This must be, a twenty-foot drop."

I could smell the king's piss, he'd pissed his pants. I let out a cackle of laughter. "Is the mighty King of Frairdale afraid of heights?" I loosened my grip. "Let this be the day that history changes. Curse you and your bastard warriors." I let the king drop, listening to the satisfying crunch of his legs and several other bones breaking. "You're weak!" I teased from the ceiling. "And now you'll suffer in the flames."

I let out a breath of red flame, instantly incinerating the whole throne room. I laughed as the guards and the king cried out in agony. Then I soared out, finding the queen and her daughter. I slit the girl's throat, giving her a swift merciful death. I picked the queen up and dropped her to her death in the fire with her bastard husband King.

The world was exactly how I wanted it. Unhinged, chaos everywhere. My soldiers had done their jobs. Now all that was needed was for me to take my place, my throne as the ruler of the world. Very few mortals remained, now I could reshape the world in my vision. Large wings expanded from my back, black and scaly. In a single hard beat, I was soaring fast into the darkened sky. My followers soared behind me roaring proudly.

All the mortals could see us soaring in the sky, the last of the dragon-borne. I led my people back to the mountains, to our home. It overlooked Friardale, constantly the kingdom had sent warriors up into the mountains to hunt and kill us. I was the one who finally fought back. I landed on a large bare balcony, followed by several more dragon-borne.

"We should celebrate!" One of them cried. The others cheered in agreement, but they waited for my approval. I walked to my throne of bones, tucked my wings, and sat to stare at them.

"You all fought well today..." My eyes traveled to each scaly dragon borne, taking in their blood-stained bodies, their cuts and injuries. "Celebrate indeed."

They cheered, and a few soared up above the others. I watched as my people slowly began to dance and chat, soon they were laying on the many pillows and soft bedding. I watched as they fucked each other, the room full of moaning. The stink of pleasure.

"Do you want to join me?" A beautiful girl offered her hand, her cheeks as red as her scales.

Before I had answered, two others pulled her away. I watched as they kissed her. She was pretty, but I would have said no. She was a baby, at least younger than I.  Slowly my mind drifted away from the pretty girl and the sex all around me. For years I had been planning this attack, I had killed my mother to take her position as queen. Now that we had won, what would I do? I had never thought past successfully attacking Frairdale, the human kingdom. It was mine to rule, I had killed the human King.