How to not blackmail a dragon.

Our heroine for this story - Lady Katrana Prestor, or as she is more commonly known - Onyxia, The Broodmother of the Black Dragonflight!

Marlow was merely a simple guard stationed at Stormwind Keep, a position both cushy and well-paying yet undeniably tedious. Nevertheless, the notion of standing around all day like a statue and earning a steady income sounded far preferable to engaging in combat with orcs in Redridge, contending with Undead or Worgen in Duskwood, or facing off against the Defias bandits in Elwynn and Westfall, all for a mere pittance.

Although this reflection threatened to bore him to tears, Marlow found solace in the fact that his earnings afforded him a comfortable lifestyle, even allowing for occasional visits to the local brothel. The thought of the women there stirred something within him, causing his thoughts to drift toward indulgence. Perhaps, he pondered, it was time to partake in the services of one of the working girls.

Lost in contemplation, Marlow's reverie was interrupted by the presence of Lady Katrana Prestor, whose noble demeanor caught his attention despite himself. His gaze involuntarily traced the contours of her figure, igniting a desire to defile the facade of her aristocratic airs.

As if sensing his impure thoughts, Katrana cast a disdainful glance in his direction before turning away with a haughty sniff, further stoking Marlow's ire. Frustrated by her arrogant dismissal, he seethed with indignation until a sudden realization dawned upon him.

Behind the facade of nobility, Marlow mused, lay the concealed secrets of these pompous aristocrats—secrets they would undoubtedly go to great lengths to protect. A mischievous smirk crept across his face as he entertained the idea of delving into Lady Prestor's personal affairs, eager to unearth the hidden truths lurking within her closet.

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By a stroke of pure luck, Marlow stumbled upon the greatest secret involving not just Katrana Prestor herself, but a plethora of other nobles. Enough to get most of them shortened by a head.

The whole Defias thing was a scam, a shocking revelation. It turned out the greedy noble individuals stiffed the workers and forced them to rebuild the entire Stormwind for free.

Holy cow! Now, Marlow might not be the most honorable or moral person around, but darn it, he always paid the girls at the whorehouse or anyone else who did something for him. It’s just common sense, so how could these arrogant individuals think that they wouldn’t revolt over all this?

Still, Marlow found himself conflicted. By all accounts, he should take this right to the King, and he was pretty inclined to do so. On the other hand, such an opportunity would never come again. Not only could he get Katrana Prestor to bend over for him and let him do what he wants to her, but he could also squeeze the nobles for a tidy sum, enough that he could retire for life.

What a mess.

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In the end, it was evident what he would choose: Marlow was simply not a good person. That's why he found himself standing outside Lady Katrana's room in the castle in the dead of night.

After ensuring that no one was nearby, he knocked on the door, which opened after a moment to reveal Lady Prestor in her nightrobe.

She sniffed at the sight of Marlow before asking in an annoyed tone, "What is it? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

If Marlow ever needed a boost to proceed, the attitude of the woman in front of him provided just that. "There's something we need to discuss, Lady Katrana," Marlow sneered as he uttered her name, causing her face to tighten in anger.

"Insolent cur, you will address me with respect—" "Now now, let's not be hasty. After all, we wouldn't want the king to learn of the reasons for our little Defias problem," Marlow smirked as Katrana froze at his words, taking that moment to slip past her into her quarters.

His eyes wandered across the room, the expected opulence grating on him. Nevertheless, soon he would indulge in the same. As he turned to face Katrana, who closed the doors with a thud, he let his eyes roam over her. Oh, he would thoroughly enjoy himself.

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Onyxia gazed at the insolent human before her, a pitiful creature daring to blackmail her. As she turned to address him, ready to put him in his place before disposing of him, she noticed the lecherous look he cast her way.

A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. Of course, the fool was driven by base desires! It was almost comical how predictable males could be in their pursuit of gratification. Yet, despite her initial impulse to rid herself of him, she found herself intrigued. It had been some time since she had indulged herself, and perhaps there was amusement to be found in this encounter. Who knew, maybe this pest might even manage to entertain her.

Suppressing a scoff, she approached him, ignoring his feeble attempts at speech, and delivered a resounding slap across his face. "Undress, you insolent cur, and consider yourself lucky that I do not end your miserable existence here and now."

The imbecilic creature merely stared at her, mouth agape like a clueless monkey. "Now!" she commanded, and at last, the pathetic wretch began to disrobe, under her watchful eye. Once he stood fully exposed before her, she scrutinized his naked form with mild interest. "I suppose it will have to suffice," Onyxia sniffed, observing his stiffening member with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.

Obviously, she had seen bigger; after all, she had mated with dragons. But for a pitiful human, he was quite impressive. With a deft move, she removed her nightrobe, and the lecherous beast's eyes shot towards her naked form.

With a simple push, she made him fall onto her bed, ignoring his protests and mewling as she settled herself atop his face, beginning to grind her moistening cunt across his features.

Slapping away his grabbing hands, she seized his hair and pulled him in tighter. "Lick me," she ordered him, yet the fool attempted to overpower her once more.

She pulled his face away, and their eyes met as she raised a hand, fire engulfing it. "Obey, and consider yourself lucky that I grant you this privilege instead of simply killing you," she warned. Finally satisfied with the fear she saw in his eyes, she pulled his head back to her snatch, and the foolish man finally got to work.

"Hmmm…" Onyxia rumbled as her neglected pussy finally received some attention; his tongue was working all across her nethers. "Hahhn… more…" Onyxia moaned as her lust was ignited, grinding her now wet pussy across his mouth.

She leaned her head back and exhaled appreciatively as the man began to nibble and play with her pleasure button. Yet too soon, he moved away, making her huff in frustration, almost snarling at him to get back to it. Just in time, his tongue began to dart into her hole, mollifying her somewhat, at least for the moment.

His hands landing on her ass made her roll her eyes, thinking he would once more attempt to overpower her foolishly. Instead, he only kneaded her impressive posterior.

Feeling as if the mongrel had learned his place, Onyxia let go of his hair and reached up to cup her own breasts, toying with her hardened nipples and increasing her own pleasure.

Sadly, she felt her end coming too soon. While she considered attempting to delay its onset, the lack of it for some time made her want to experience it as soon as possible.

Her thighs tightened around his head as her pussy gushed across the man's face. He began to thrash and attempt to push her away, yet she remained unmoved, simply riding out her euphoric climax.

Finally, her high settled, and she loosened her legs, rising up a little and snorting at the pitiful wretch laying there, breathing heavily with fear radiating from him. Imbecile, he thinks he can blackmail her. HER! The broodmother of the black dragonflight!

Her snort turned to laughter, releasing massive peals of it at the sheer absurdity.

Hands landing on her chest stilled her for a moment, then she was in free fall before falling to her back as her would-be conqueror landed atop her, eyes full of anger and face turned into a snarl.

Aww, had the poor thing become upset at her laughing? Oh dear, how adorable. To her, he looked like a puppy attempting to intimidate a tiger. Simply amusing, she let him know by smirking at him with eyes full of mirth.

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Marlow couldn't believe this woman! Threatening him, manipulating him like some pawn, and then mocking him with laughter! Laughing at his expense! This was too much! Even if it meant risking his life, he was determined to put her in her place.

As he pushed her away and pinned her down, his anger intensified at the sight of her finding amusement in his rage. Consumed by fury, he gripped her throat tightly, but she remained unfazed, only finding more entertainment in his aggression.

The sensation of his hardened member sliding against her moist entrance momentarily distracted him from his anger. He flashed her a cruel smirk, but she merely raised a skeptical eyebrow, as if daring him to do whatever he pleased.

Seizing control, he thrust into her without concern for her readiness, penetrating deeply in one forceful motion. Yet, when he glanced at her expression, she appeared utterly indifferent, almost bored. Tightening his grip on her throat, he grabbed one of her breasts and continued his relentless thrusting. Never before had he treated a woman in such a manner, driven purely by rage and devoid of any regard for her well-being.

Unable to tolerate her uninterested gaze, he released her throat and delivered a harsh slap across her face. This action momentarily surprised her, her gaze shifting to one of bewilderment before quickly igniting with anger. Unfortunately for Marlow, his fleeting satisfaction was short-lived as Katrana retaliated with a forceful slap that left his head ringing.

Momentarily losing his balance, he stumbled and fell on top of her, causing her to gasp for air as his weight pressed down on her, and his member fully penetrated her, reaching deep within her, striking her cervix.

Strangely, this elicited the first moan of pleasure from her since he began to engage with her intimately. As Marlow blinked away the stars dancing in his vision, he rose back up, his anger intensified yet mixed with caution.

Realizing that he needed to delve deeper to break through her emotional barriers, he seized her legs and folded her in half, enabling him to continuously penetrate her womb with a relentless and unforgiving pace.

Finally, a different expression adorned her face besides boredom; traces of pleasure began to surface. Despite her attempts to suppress it, groans and moans escaped her, even as she clenched her jaw and bit her lip in an effort to control her reactions.

Her hands clutched the bedding in a death grip, providing Marlow with the strength to resist the overwhelming pleasure he experienced from her intimate parts.

Gods! He had never encountered such tightness and pleasure before; each thrust threatened to consume not only his essence but his very soul! Only by exerting all his strength could he extract himself from the vice-like grip her vaginal walls had on him.

Yet every backward thrust was embraced like a long-lost lover, enveloped in affection and care. Sadly, Marlow was only human, and with one final, forceful thrust, he was undone. His seed surged forth, painting her insides white as he struck Katrana’s womb with all his might.

Yet, this single action seemed to trigger a roar of approval from the woman he was entangled with. Her intimate parts became a snare, almost tearing his poor member as her arms and legs coiled around him like a python, squeezing the life from him.

He tried to plead for mercy, but no air filled his lungs, and his vision grew dimmer as darkness closed in.

Just as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, her grip slackened, allowing him to gulp harsh breaths as he collapsed beside her, greedily inhaling air as if it were his last.

Turning his gaze towards her, he beheld a horrifying sight. Her eyes met his, filled only with hunger. In that moment, he realized—he had made a grave mistake.

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Just a little something that came to my mind, so I typed it out before I forgot it. Hope you enjoyed it.