Tea With a Dragoness



By

Emberell






Clink
. The floral china chirped, its sound caught by broad cherry wood walls and quelled by a soft paper lining. The fancy blue china, despite being in the talons of a great eastern dragon, had no chips or scratches in it, even as she wound her way throug

Gift
of a Gryphon
By
Emberell
Morning
tiptoed in, accompanied by a gleam of warm sunlight through the
window. Its yellow glow spread through the room, shining the stone
window’s silhouette onto the far wall. It was bright enough to
bring attention to the comfortable room, a reasonably sized dwelling.
A single fancy bed took up nearly half of the room, built from fine
lacquered cherry oak and draped with shimmering red silks around its
canopy. In the bed, a deep brown form shifted – a strong

Golden
Greed
By
Emberell
Slrk.
Heated confusion surrounded the dragoness's head. Where was she…?
Selicia tried to remember… The tight tunnel around her pulsed
powerfully, and she found her head slipping deeper into the dark
black-red. There was a slick, musky wetness all around her, the
masculine scent of arousal making it incredibly difficult to
concentrate on just what had led her to this predicament. It was on
the tip of her tongue, but with another powerful pulse her living
surroundings

Dinner
for a Dragoness
by
Emberell
Tranquil
waves washed up onto the beach. Their salty spray blew coolly on the
breeze, and decorated the view of the ocean nestled in the protective
arms of the mountains around the sheltered cove. On the soft sand a
sleek black and white dragoness watched the continual ebb and flow of
the water, lost in her own daydream and relaxed on the fine sands.
Selicia gazed out over the rocky inlet, not quite seeing the rippling
grey blue or the silvery rocks of the cli

In
The Heart of the Desert Spirit
By
Emberell
A
Braviary’s screeching cry echoed across the chilly hills, its
warble distorted into a single wavering note by distance. The midday
sun illuminated the sparse trees, reflected brightly off the patches
of mosses and scraggy grasses with hardly a cloud in the sky to
provide the hillsides shade from its bright rays. The sounds of the
forest were entirely natural and unmarred by the hum of city life. In
the safety of the treetops, the Pidgeotto sang