VENTI - The Quail & The Dragon

This Venti-tier request shows off the world of Towergirls, as a small bird prince travels to the land of the Dragon Princess!

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When it came to the Dragon Queen’s second daughter, everything about her emanated with an aura of extravagance. The Quail Prince saw it evident in her kingdom, her tower, and ultimately in her grand private library. At the peak of her domain was a towering observatory of ice and stone, nestled deep within the land of dragons. The prince tugged on his poncho and wrapped it around his person, grateful that it was much warmer on the inside. A small (but no less impressive) crown rested upon his head, and he walked with a cane that became very useful during his mountainous trek.

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The personal tower of the second Dragon Princess was filled with shelves upon shelves of books. The prince gazed up in awe of the collected wisdom, just to find something at least as good: a pair of big blue breasts swaying candidly above him. His eyes ran down the crystalline scales that lined the body of the Dragon Princess, with shades of icy blue that glittered underneath the light. The prince felt more like a mouse than a quail as he found himself dwarfed by her monstrous size. Her breasts were huge, even for a dragon her size. She wore a studded red bikini, flaunting her comfort within the cold. 

The prince’s less-than-subtle peep show eventually caught the attention of the princess, who narrowed her eyes as she looked down at him. He instinctively swallowed - unsure if she was scrutinizing him, or simply observing him through her half-moon glasses.

The prince decided to break the (figurative) ice. “Good afternoon, your highness,” he said, offering a pre-emptive greeting. “I am the Quail Prince; heir apparent to a kingdom far away… and an admirer.”

He scanned the princess for any expression of acknowledgement. Seeing none, a great chill ran along his spine - yet he pushed himself to continue. It was too late to back out now.

“...I have sent many letters, of which I had hoped to express my desire. I find your knowledge deeply impressive, and your beauty… your, um… beauty...”

The great dragon of ice squatted down, her breasts jiggling against her skimpy fit as she lowered her serpentine neck towards him. “I am aware of my beauty, small prince. Likewise, I am aware of your letters.”

A cold breeze rushed through the halls of the library as the princess exhaled. The Quail Prince clutched his cloak, but stood his ground. She continued to gaze at him, before she returned to her original - towering - height.

“It is nice to have someone who appreciates the importance of learning. I am the Dragon Princess of Ice - the Great Blizzard, the Walking White, the--”

“--Mother of Snow and Frost!” The Prince chimed in. The dragon paused, and turned down towards him. For a moment, the Quail Prince swore he saw a grin. 

“...Yes. It seems you know me well, little bird.”

“Your reputation precedes you!” the prince smiled back, excited at the chance for conversation. The trip was long and arduous, and he had no intention of wasting his opportunity as it presented itself. “There are many tales in my kingdom of your great wit and strength, but if I may speak--“ 

His eyes caught on her eclipsing breasts for a moment. They heaved with every cold breath the princess took.

“--you are far more inspiring than the stories suggest.”

“Subtlety is certainly not your strong suit,” she remarked, as a puff of cold air blew from her short blue snout. “Luckily for you, I enjoy flattery.”

The Quail Prince blushed, and puffed his chest.

“Come - whether it is knowledge you seek, or my company - my private collection will be where you’ll discover my most fascinating finds.”

She turned towards the rest of the castle, pausing for a brief moment to gaze back at the prince.

“You haven’t disappointed me so far, little bird. Let’s see how well you do inside.”

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To Dragon Princess’ surprise, the Quail Prince did, in fact, share an interest in ancient literature. She was pleased to find her admirer equally as eager to discuss the finer points of philosophy and science, as well as her favorite subject - the path to achieving divinity. She allowed him to browse the few shelves that circled her private chamber, but before too long, she found herself relaxing upon her bed with the prince beside her, perusing select passages from human history. 

The massive princess rested her head on a silk pillow, idly watching the little bird as she calmly read over his shoulder. The Quail Prince, much smaller, rested his back against one of her pillows with a book spread open across his lap for the dragon to see. He was quick to realize that the items in her collection were rarely dragon-sized, explaining her glasses.

The Dragon Princess caught herself invested in a particular paragraph, and pointed a large claw over the prince’s shoulder. “Humans have such a fascinating attachment to traditionalism,” she spoke. “Their perception of romance will always evade my understanding.”

“I find it endearing, actually,” The prince exclaimed. “Whether by duty or admiration, the journey of a knight to rescue one they don’t even know - sometimes even placing their life upon the line - I find these stories enthralling. So much more so, knowing that such tales occur on a daily basis.”

“Do you, now?”

The prince felt a shiver along his spine. Not of the cold, however - that, he had gotten used to. It was a different sensation - that of the princess’ claw, slowly dragging itself along his feathered back.

“I find it absurd. I believe that we are all slaves to our instincts. The knight does not rescue the princess expecting nothing, after all.”

The Quail Prince felt a cool breath blow across his feathers. He shivered against the pillow, unwilling to turn around.

“Knowledge is asexual. Power gained by way of word is permanent, unfleeting. And its path can be found anywhere, to those who seek it.” She eyed the small bird with a deep, unfulfilled hunger. “Which is why, if it was knowledge you sought, there would be no need to travel so far.”

The Quail Prince swallowed. A bad habit. His nervousness was plain to see, though he committed to steeling his nerves in front of the princess. “What are you suggesting?”

“Only what you’ve made abundantly clear.” She grinned. “You did not come here to learn.”

“You came here to breed me.”

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The princess pressed herself closer to her little guest, careful not to crush him with her massive speckled bosom. He was close enough that his winged arms rested on the edge of her top, allowing him to feel the surprisingly warm skin of her chest.

The prince glanced up at the Dragon Princess, whose narrow-but-large eyes stared back at him. They curled with her amused smile, disarming him with her charming appearance. The Quail Prince felt a blush boil up beneath his feathers. No matter her size, the princess was attractive. He couldn’t imagine making a move on her as her guest of honor - but gods, was he thinking about it.

Fortunately, she did it for him. She pursed her lips tightly and leaned into him with her long neck. She kissed his beak as gently as any lover, diminishing any thought that she would swallow him whole. The prince inadvertently moaned against her draconic maw, consumed by a lust that had plagued his dreams for many a season.

He returned the kiss at the center of her lips, and while his feathers hid the worst of his blush, it spread clearly across her pale blue skin. The princess decided to up the ante, surprising her partner as he felt her massive blue tongue invade his mouth. The fact that her tongue was nearly the size of the Quail Prince’s body certainly complicated matters, but her growing passion had it extend and rub over his face. The prince had to take a step back to cough and catch his breath as her saliva stuck to his feathers.

The Dragon Princess kept quiet, observing her lover with a passionate gaze. Though the air around her was cool, the prince felt anything but as the rising warmth of her chest kept him hot and bothered.

“Passion is the flame that ignites all great things,” he muttered to himself.

“Not that I am normally one for flames,” the princess replied, inching closer to her guest. “Though the sentiment is appreciated.

She extended her tail behind him, using it to draw him back into another embrace. They kissed with more control, but her heavy breathing began to expose her barely-contained desire. 

The Dragon Princess slipped a claw along her top and pulled down, letting her huge jugs bounce out from within. They dropped to the side she was leaning on, bouncing against the mattress and each other. She batted her eyes at the prince, who eagerly took her invitation.

The Quail Prince crawled down her body, kissing along her cheeks and lengthy neck. He ran his feathers in a warm tickling sensation over her cleavage before finally planting his beak around one of her nipples. Dragon Princess gasped from the brief pinching sensation, and for a moment, her huge body moved with pleasure. The quail eased up on his grip and extended his tongue, locking the erect, hand-sized nipple. His winged hand massaged the other one, and the mix of sweet sensations had the dragoness panting, her icy breath coming out in heavy, hungry puffs.

“You’re doing well, little bird,” she whispered.

Even her softest words were loud enough for the prince to hear rumbling so close to her breast. He switched places to nurse at her other breast before he hopped his way down to her hips. Her tail wiggled excitedly as he caught the edge of her bikini, struggling as he stripped them off her body. He finally left her completely nude beyond her glasses, looking up the full length of her front to admire the reptilian beauty. She smiled as she spread her legs for him, her thick hips and large pussy commanding him to go further.

The Quail Prince climbed up her thighs, finally steadying himself on her lower belly. He shed his clothes at last, feeling warmed by their shared passion and body heat. His fully erect member shouldn’t have been terribly impressive to the giantess, but she licked her fangs all the same as it caught her eye. Bracing his wings against her thighs, he eased himself down and thrust himself inside her.

Dragon Princess barely twitched at first. He worried he was too small to please her, but glancing upward he saw she wasn’t ignoring him. She was gripping her bedsheets and paralyzed with pleasure. She let out a held breath with a shuddering sigh as he leaned in to press himself fully inside her.

“Your pleasure is mine, princess,” the Quail Prince sighed, starting to hump with a renewed vigor. The giant woman’s tiny gasps and moans egged him on, and soon he felt her swollen clit blooming against his cock. He pumped her harder, drooling precum that trickled down her bud and made her writhe beneath him. He had to hold on to stay on top of her lusty body, but it beat the idea of letting her be on top.

He finally let himself orgasm, spraying his warm cum inside her. The Dragon Princess gasped and let her claws tear a few lines in her sheets, arching her back as if to welcome his oozing seed. Her hips pumped a few more times on her own, nearly tossing the avian lover off before she let out a noisy, passionate roar. A gale of her frosty breath blew his feathers back as she came beneath him, hitting him with a large wave of warm dragon cum. The force and the surprise behind her release sent him toppling off her at last, landing at the foot of her bed in a puddle of her cum.

“That was… acceptable,” she panted. The dragoness’ thick thighs rubbed together as she savored her fresh orgasm.

“Glad to be of service,” the Quail Prince noted as he shook off his feathers, licking a bit of her cum from his wingtip.

“Oh? Your service isn’t over,” Dragon Princess purred and rose to a sitting position, letting him look up at her gorgeous nudity. Before she could share what she had in mind, a horn blared in the distance.

“Oh, dear. It sounds like another knight intends to rescue me. Stay here, won’t you? This shouldn’t take long.”

“I wait with baited beak,” he said with a clumsy, slightly dizzy bow. She smiled before flying out through a window, eager to encounter another brave traveler.