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[Chapter 1](

It’s been a week since the simple human fighter first enter the dungeon that became her new home. Back then, she was wearing simple garbs and carried a dull sword. Now, Falia was wearing ornate plate armor fit to her body perfectly and wielded a rapier fit for a king.

Falia’s master, Evialyn, was one of the dragon goddess Tiamat’s five princesses. The descendants of her high priest who hold a piece of her power. As the eldest, it is Evialyn’s duty to discover the princesses and unite them as family (metaphorically, non of them were related by blood). Of course, being imprisoned for a century has weaken Evialyn’s powers, limiting her ability to search. It was also entirely efficient that the other princesses have since died and passed down their power to someone else, so pervious bonds are out the window. All they got was a magic orb that gave a general location of each princess.

So, it was decided that Evialyn would stay home and regain her powers as she telepathically lead Falia with the orb.

The magic tracking took Falia to Greenfront, a small town within the kingdom of Ravell. She has passed through Greenfront a few times in her travels, but Falia never noticed a half-dragon during these visits, so this princess is only here temporarily.

Falia stepped into a local inn. She figured if a traveller is anywhere, it’d be in the inn. If not, she could at all times go for a drink.

The inn was empty. Besides the inn employees, the only people inside was a blonde bard strumming away on her lute and her tiefling companion wearing a fur bra and tribal tattoos. A barbarian if Falia ever seen one.

Falia sat at the bar and asked the barkeep for “A drink and a room please.”

“The room will be ten gold a night. What kind of drink do you want?”

“Let’s begin with something light.”

The keep nodded and took the ten coins before turning to get the drink and room keys. Falia turned around in her stool to relax, but almost fell out of it at what she saw.

The blonde bard had blue scales on her neck and arms. It was the princess.

Falia was caught staring. “Like the merchandise.” The barkeep whispered into Falia’s ear.

“Who are they?”

She giggled. “Mara and Ariuss. Two young ladies who left their tribe for adventure, struggling to live day-to-day.”

“I’ve heard that story before.” Falia grinned.

“Yeah, but how many are doing *ahem* odd jobs?”

Falia looked back at the ladies, and saw Mara, the dragon, smiling back at her. She had unbuttoned the top and bottom of her white blouse, only keeping one button together to cover her nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

The barkeep continued. “An extra twenty, and I’ll upgrade your room. Comes with a bigger bed, two bottles of our best wine, and your lady of choice.”

“Make it both.”

“Twenty-five.”

“Deal.”

Falia slammed the extra gold on the bar, unaware that Mara and Ariuss had got up from their table and were standing right behind her. Being so close, Falia was able to see that both ladies were roughly a whole foot taller than her and extremely jacked. She was already wet.

“Mommy.” Was all Falia was able to squeak out before being lift over Ariuss the tiefling’s shoulder and carried up stairs. Mara followed with the wine.

Mara lied on the bed as Falia ripped off her armor and clothing as fast as efficient. Ariuss then helped her onto Mara’s face and let her go to town on the small (in comparison) woman’s pussy. She was eating Falia out like she hasn’t eaten in a week.

As pleasure shot up Falia’s body, she flopped onto the dragon’s. She wanted to begin licking Mara’s shaven clit, but she was too short and was left drooling into the bard’s abs.

Ariuss grinned at the brain dead Falia before taking a swig off one of the wine bottles. “Don’t worry kid, she’s just a messy eater.” She has already came but Mara wasn’t stopping.

Ariuss walked out sight of Falia. She screamed as something cold started pouring into her asshole. Ariuss had stuck the neck of the wine bottle into Falia’s asshole. She buttchuged the rosé, and got tipsy real quick.

Falia was lifted up and carefully placed facedown onto the bed. Looking up, she saw Mara looking down at her. “Nice and drunk, aren’t you?” Ariuss reappeared with an empty wine bottle. “Greedy too.”

“More please.” Falia slurred, feeling something wet slide do her legs. She couldn’t tell if it was the wine, cum, or both.

“No more wine until you clean your mess.” Mara said, gesturing to her abs. Falia picked herself up and started licking her belly.

Ariuss opened the second bottle and started pouring it between Mara’s breast and down her abs. Most of the wine either fell onto the floor or onto Falia’s face. She was enjoying it though.

Her tongue slide in between each ab, try to lick up all the wine in between each bump of skin. The sweet red wine mixed with Mara’s salty sweat created a stronge flavor Falia really enjoyed. She slowly licked down Mara’s body and found her way to her pussy, lapping up all the wine and sweat she can get on her way. Her pussy eating was sloppy due to being drunk, but Mara and Ariuss found the attempt cute.

The two strong women lifted Falia back onto the bed. Flanking either side of her, Mara and Ariuss both started rubbing Falia’s soaking pussy and taking turns making out with her. Mara rubbed her tongue onto Falia’s, tasting the subtle taste of wine, before pulling back and having Ariuss do the same.

In-between kisses, Falia’s eyes began to get heavy, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Falia awoke when she felt herself be lifted up. Opening her eyes, all she could see was a large tanned tit with the only covering being the thinnest of white silk. All Falia was able to squeak out was, “Milkies.”

“Later.” Evialyn said as the she walked through a portal back to their lair, Falia’s warm breath hardening her nipple and sending goosebumps across her breast. “You do deserve a reward though. Thanks to your *passion*, I was able to convince the new lightning princess and her champion to come home with us. She also brought a bar wench with her for some reason. By the way, I got an orc tribe to take the role of minions for us, so we have some guest.”

Falia smiled in her master’s arms, having zoned out the last part of her statement. All she cared about how she finished her first task, and that she was getting milkies. In the distance, she could hear the strumming of a lute.

NSFW: yes

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