The Dragon that Decides 5

The Dragon that Decides
Chapter 5

-VB-

Tatooine.

It was a desert world with very few commodities for export that floated about in the Outer Rims of the Star Wars galaxy.

A week ago, I had come barreling through after leaving Daenerys with her khalasar and carved out a bloody chunk of one of the spaceport-cities as my own personal fiefdom. Today, I came back with her and her wyvernlings in tow.

Unfortunately for this world, I still had some unfinished businesses to attend to: the local Hutt.

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A week ago, a monster came and devoured over a thousand spacers and residents.

And it was back.

Gardulla Besadii would have been very happy to not see the creature again, but it turned out there was something very wrong here.

The creature, a being bigger than greater krayt dragon, sauntered forward through the main street of Mos Espa towards her and her guard details. She waited nervously because this thing was a known sapient eater. She’s seen it toss living beings high into the air before snatching them out of it before chewing and swallowing.

If she didn’t agree to its “requests,” then she would end up as its next meal.

And that was the scary thing about this creature. It breathed fire, spat electricity, downed corvette with its plasma attacks, but most importantly, it was intelligent.

“Duchess Gardulla,” it crooned with its deep and rumbling voice, looking down at her from where its head hovered above her.

‘It knows how to flatter people.’

By calling her duchess, it spoke of her rule over the city and the territories beyond it. However, the truth of the matter was that she was not in total control of the city, nevermind the territories and other cities of Tatooine. Both of them knew this, but it gave her that title anyways in regards to both her ambition … and her failure to achieve that.

Flattery and insult in just one word.

Most of her own employees, guards, and courtiers couldn’t even do half of what this creature just did.

“May I have a name to call you by?” she asked courteously as possible. She was talking with a beast, yes, but this beast could fly, take down armed and armored spaceships, and threatened to burn the city lest it got what it wanted.

So it got what it wanted.

“Call me Carna, for now.”

What kind of name was Carna? Probably a made up name.

“Very well, Makuta,” she drawled. “For what purpose did you ask for an audience with me, the ruler of Mos Espa?” she asked.

“Why, my dear duchess, to demarcate what I own on the map!”

She knew that this creature was going to be a thorn on her side for a long time to come, but considering that she had no means to take it down, she would have to deal with it by appeasing it where she could and manipulate it where she couldn’t.

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Our negotiation ended quickly.

I would rule the lands northwest of Mos Espa and a tenth of the city directly bordering that land. I would give her the “tax” collected from the residents in my portion of the city as “goodwill” for the next five years, and for the duration of that time, we would also have a non-aggression pact.

Then I took on my human form, slipped away, and returned to the house where I dropped off Daeny.

I found her awake, sitting on the bed, and staring out of the window, watching with wide eyes the numerous sapient species walking and going about their businesses.

“Where am I?” she asked when she heard me come in.

“The spaceport city of Mos Espa on the planet of Tatooine in a galaxy far, far away from your home.”

She turned around and stared at me.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked forlornly. “Why show me all of this?”

I quirked an eyebrow. “This isn’t about you, Daeneyrs.”

She stared at me blankly before turning back to look out of the window. “I see.”

The wyvernlings were at the other side of the house where I fed them, which was actually a small manor compared to the mud huts the rest of the city’s lesser denizens used.

Now that I concluded my business outside, I wanted some … pleasure.

I walked over to the window and drew the curtains shut.

She looked up at me, and one look at me told her what I wanted from her.

She shuddered as I leaned down and caught her lips in a kiss.

I wasn’t gentle. My tongue invaded her mouth and forced her into submission.

Broken as she was, she didn’t fight back.

I ripped her clothes off of her, laid her on the bed, and groped her.

She hiccuped and moaned, but it was a physical reaction rather than pleasure that elicited them from her.

I spread her legs apart and fingered her as I kissed her again, and this time, she recoiled, whimpering as the full implication of what I wanted began to really settle in her. My fingers dug into her pussy, and her back arched and her pussy coiled around my fingers.

I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy and brandished myself.

Gasping, Daenerys looked at me.

I saw defiance in her eyes.

I just smirked and penetrated her in one-go.

She shrieked as that one thrust nearly tore her apart.

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Big.

That was the only thought that momentarily wrapped itself around her mind and didn’t let go.

When he began moving, she realized just how big he was.

Daenerys gurgled as her eyes rolled over when he pinned her down and drove deeper into her on his second thrust.

He filled her up and stretched her further than Drogo ever did.

Her trembling legs spun around his waist and tied up, trying to pull him deeper into her.

She missed this.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and tightened.

She missed sex.

She sobbed from the intensity of the pleasure wrecking her body and mind. She moaned and whimpered each time he filled her up and then pulled out of her.

She missed not having to deal with everything.

He pounded into her while wrapping his own muscular bulk on top of her.

Powerless to do anything but let this powerful man have his way with her, she closed her eyes, bit her lips, and enjoyed this.

She choked and gasped when she came because this was a relief.

And when he splattered his seeds inside of her, she couldn’t help but wonder if she might get a second chance at having a flesh and blood child.

He pulled himself off of her but not out of her. He hovered over her, caressing her cheeks tenderly, which was very unlike her experience with Drogo.

“You seem relieved.”

Because she was.

She looked up at him. Her arms and legs were spread out, the former to the side and the latter trembling on top of his thighs.

“... What’s your name?” She never got it.

“Carna.”

“Carna.”

She closed her eyes as sleep came for her.

It wasn’t a bad name.