Daily sketch #230 // Pandora's box: Break from reading (Patreon)

Hey guys! 

Today's daily sketch is another Pandora's box, for the first time featuring the thane in his full glory! Having finished his reference I was finally able to bring him to life accurately!

I hope you enjoy~

Aksan, as usual, wrote a little short and very atmospheric story to go with the sketch~
Hope you enjoy it!

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The door shut behind her with a clear, soft thud. Before her the huge dragon looked up from his book and took in her nakedness with a delighted surprise.

“Well good evening, little one,” his deep voice rumbled. Propping his head on his huge hand he took her in. She fought her inner urge to cover herself, trying to present her body to him with pride. Why shouldn’t she take pride in it? So many people had complimented her on it, the shapely hourglass, the full but pert– He chuckled.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, panicking.

“I wouldn’t say so at all,” he said calmly, seeming to enjoy her, “But I will say you’ve caught me off guard. As beautiful as your body is it has me somewhat bemused.”

She couldn’t keep the panic from her face and reached to try and cover herself. “Marge-Margerie said you might be looking for some company this evening,” she managed as her overflowing hand drew her eye.

“It’s okay, dear,” he said softly, “Margerie was right, and I am sure you are lovely company. I just wasn’t expecting a skyclad guest. Or at least not a visitor who arrived so.”

“Oh, you mean . . . ?”

“I mean that most of my guests do tend to arrive clothed, not that I can complain.”

Her eyes drifted to the huge, and gently throbbing object of her fantasies and she was bewitched.

“Did the guards not pass comment on your state of undress?”

She shook her head softly. “Well, no . . .”

“But they did seem to appreciate it?”

She nodded slowly, her cheeks now burning red.

“I will have words with them in the morning, for now, little one, what is your name?” he asked as he beckoned her, then turned to put his book aside.

“T-Tanja,” she mumbled as she relaxed and began across the room towards him. The warmth of his chambers was a delight, and a relief after her naked walk through the castle. Though her nipples didn’t seem to be taking the chance to relax. As she grew closer, though she suddenly crossed the wall of heat that was his inner flame. From peaceful warmth to feeling like she was standing before a blazing hearth; she stopped and just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, like standing in a warm bath.

“Titania?” he asked, breaking her from her moment.

“Tanja,” she managed, more comfortably this time. As she drew closer to hulking form she realised his huge tail was brushing her legs, guiding her closer still. The first touch of his scales sent shivers down her spine. The warm, smooth contact was everything she’d dreamt of and sooner she was treated to more of it as he caught her bottom in one hand and lifted her from the floor up onto the bed, depositing her on his chest. Face to face with him now, her skin pressed to the hot, strong chest of this behemoth.

“Well, Tanja, I’m glad you came to see me tonight. And I hope you can forget any embarrassment you’ve felt.”

She nodded, stroking his chest, marvelling at how every soft, deeply spoken word rumbled beneath her. He purred softly, just to see the joy on her face as she felt it beneath her hands.

“What brings you to my chambers, Tanja?” he asked softly, his large hand stroking her hair and hinting her gaze to lift and meet his. His eyes, sheer black with burning purple irises, they might have terrified her she thought, but for his gentleness.

“Well, Margerie said to . . .,” she offered with a smile. She leant down and kissed the cluster of large scales on his chest, blissful at the touch of the large gold scale on her lips.

“She wouldn’t have sent you to me if you hadn’t been wanting to come,” he purred and stroked her back, her legs, his tail joining his hands in doing so.

“The legends,” she said softly between planting more kisses on the scales of his chest and neck, “Some told in writing, some told by my family.” Nuzzling up his neck she revelled in the feeling of his scales on her soft cheeks.

“Are you . . . ?” he asked, distractedly as he tipped his head back and offered more of his neck and throat.

“One of the many,” she said, finding herself and her confidence fully now. It flittered for a moment though as he moved beneath her and she feared she’d misspoken. In a moment though his large snout was nuzzling between her breasts and she relaxed again. Gently squeezing them together, hoping her passing knowledge of human men would apply to him.

The purring that rumbled all through her body now seemed to confirm her hope. Caught up in it all, she relaxed past the initial nervousness. Sweet and utterly magical, the woodsmoke smell of the dragon was intoxicating as he held her in his huge hands. With a delight her eyes widened and she rubbed a little against the tail tip that touched her inner thigh.

She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the one remaining sentence in her head. A fragile construct of words in a brain that was little more now than a swirling maelstrom of desires, qualia and urges.

“I have one request,” she managed finally, prompting the dragon to lift his head from her bust and meet her eye. “I . . .” she struggled with the phrase and his tail retreated slightly to aid her focus. “I wanted to come to you . . .” His head tipped slowly, patiently. “Because I want a child.”

His patient listening broke into a warm smile. “Well, let us see what can be done for you then.” The warmth turned to a certain mischievous energy as Tanja felt his tail make itself known again, and she let the maelstrom take her.