A very p*rny queen (Patreon)

...Thinking back on his younger years, the prince recalls the time where he first met the queen of their neighbouring kingdom. Their relationship has historically never been stellar, but at a meeting of kings called by none other than the elves themselves they and many others had put their differences aside to attend the event, though the Elven monarchs didn't bother to show up in person of course.
He had just gotten old enough his father the king had permitted him to travel along with his parents to the historic event, as before for any political meeting and negotiations he had to stay back at their castle to be looked after by the servants. So he had looked forward to it a lot, finally getting to witness what being a ruler of a nation was all about.

The elves of course were beautiful, but they dressed in unflattering robes and kept their distance at all times, so he never could get a proper look. But when she entered the room he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Queen Margaret.

He had heard from his father that her betrothal caused quite the stir years back, as she had apparently been a low-born commoner. At that time their neighbour king had been less scrupulous about his tastes and desires, and was a renowned horndog/womanizer, whichever term suited your fancy more. he frequently plucked women off the street, using his name, influence, and inexhaustible wealth to sleep with them, and when neighbouring lands and high lords of suitable ranks offered up their daughters for marriage, he always made sure to "sample" the offerings, but turned them all down after getting a taste.

That was, until Queen Margaret arrived. At the time she wasn't queen of course, not yet. But people around the king quickly noticed it when he kept going back to the same woman, instead of trading her in for the next.
Not soon after he announced his betrothal to the mysterious princess Margaret of a faraway land neither he nor she saw fit to name, and brought forth a woman that looked suspiciously a lot like the one he had suddenly become enraptured with weeks before.

Many lords and nobles were offended at this, as not only was it not customary for a king to do that with a commoner (you keep them as concubines of course), but also he was waiving goodbye valuable political opportunities with but an errant thought, the wiles of his quite fickle penis. And then there was their daughters, who had painstakingly put up with him and his tendencies to try and secure for themselves a marriage (and more importantly, the political opportunities it brought with it), now with nothing to show for it. Some had denied suitors of their own in hopes of this, who they would now have to crawl back to, if they would even have them.

many accused her of witchcraft to convince the king to annul his wedding, but he wouldn't hear of it, and anyone espousing such views was swiftly dealt with until people learned to shut up.

Despite all the controversy around them, the marriage went through, and so Queen Margaret entered the scene.

Even the young prince could see why the king would have made this decision when he laid his eyes on her. Her dress she wore to the event was, to put it lightly, in one word, provocative.

Almost everything was on clear display that day. She wore a simple thin dress with an obscenely deep cleavage, that split at the front just above her bellybutton, hugging her waist tightly by a leather strap just under her bust, gigantic breasts hanging over it, contained in nothing but the upper part of her dress with the lacing keeping it all in place not nearly long enough to bind the silky fabric properly together around her heaving mammaries. A simple fur cloak with a tall collar dragged behind, doing nothing to hide her luscious curves. And below the split in the dress every undergarment she wore was plainly visible, from the lacy fishnet stockings held up by garter and belt, to the matching pair of black laced panties, partially see-through right at her most tender parts. She had also worn a lacy choker, which he was pretty sure had written the words "break me" along it, but he never got close enough to her to make out what the embroidered pattern spelled, if it spelled anything at all.

The prince remembered it well, because that day had been the day of his sexual awakening because of her, and that night the boy became a man as he experienced his first ever climax thinking about the "evil" queen Margaret and her great big tits and even larger behind, with thighs thicker than his torso. And she had remained an unattainable fantasy of his from that day on.

Thinking back on all of this, and explaining some to Sophia and Bernadette, he stared off into the distance, not even noticing the nearly-bare wobbling breasts of the attractive employees and their matching jiggly behinds strutting past. He had never even stood still at the thought that of course she would be in this city, together with her husband the king in their castle, at their capital of the country. And now she was palpably close, and he had the best tools he could ever wish for to actually BE with her, swinging right between his legs. He had never considered the thought he could turn his fantasy into a reality.

Yeah, they could definitely use this opportunity to their advantage, he told his two partners when his head returned back from the clouds and his eyes followed the gigantic heaving bust of a blonde Dwarven ale-wench walking past, the place they had chosen to stay remained a surprise of exotic employees...

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As before, we are again dealing with another human, and as stated before, I don't have a lot to say about them, just imagine a human history roughly equivalent to the real world after the Elves and Orcs had their war, and you get a good idea. She is here, obviously, because the story mentions her, so this is the perfect place.

We are instead going to talk about...

Dragons?

Yeah, let's do Dragons, I have lots to say about Dragons, and while there are going to be Dragon characters later on, there are probably not going to be enough to cover everything I have to say about them, so now might as well be the time to at least get the basics down.

If you go back to the very beginning of this venture into the fantastically porny, I am actually using my own homebrew fantasy setting as a backdrop for this story, but with everything sexed up a bit. And my fantasy setting (still a work in progress by the way, will probably never be done but I really like wordbuilding because I am a huge geek), actually started out with an effort from me to try and sus out a reasonable evolutionary history for how biologically viable Dragons could potentially evolve. So that's how it all started, with Dragons.

This eventually expanded, and snowballed, into what it is now, as well as this porny thing I'm doing with it here for you guys. And throughout my musings, I discovered several things:

While biologically viable Dragons is a neat exercise is speculative biology and evolution, the resulting critters always feel kind of... lame to me. Like I've taken the fantastical out of the Dragon, and now it's just a big flying lizard, which can't be nearly as big as I would want it to be because of those biological limitations put on it (all of course, assuming a relatively earth-like atmosphere, climate, and gravity).
So I discovered that for Dragons to work and to remain Dragons, the magical monsters that burn fields, steal livestock, and kidnap princesses to be defeated and slain by valiant knights. I kind of need to keep magic as part of the equation. Magic is the deciding factor between a mythological beast, and a real world animal.

And that's when my world was born basically, an effort to create somewhat realistic mythological animals, while keeping their fantastical nature intact.

Through these musings, I came up with several solutions to the Dragon problem, eventually resulting into 4 "kinds" of Dragons.

The first are the easiest ones. Because culturally, Dragons themselves, as well as most other mythological critters, probably came to be from tall tales spread word of mouth among people ages past, it is reasonable to assume the same would happen in a world where Dragons are real. And many a mundane creature can be mistaken for something else by some poor downtrodden dirt farmer that doesn't know any better because he was never afforded the opportunity to learn about this. So this category of Dragon, the False Dragons, aren't Dragons at all, but mostly animals that often get confused for Dragons. Put here your Crocodiles, Snakes, and Lizards, and other such things (there is more to say here, but let's leave that for another time.

Second are Ethereal Dragons, and good god is it good that I have already devoted significant time into explaining magic to you fine folks because if I had to start from scratch here we'd be here a while, and this post would be a lot longer.
But remember how magic is a force that is neither matter nor energy, not a particle or wave, but just this undefinable force that exists in the world that likes to break the rules of physics, but is also directed by the "desires" of the world, which in itself are the result of physics?
And how this results in magic congealing together into entities where there exist high concentrations of matter and/or energy?
Because Ethereal Dragons are such entities, these entities have gained conscience and have chosen to take the form of what we would call a Dragon.

So, so far two of the four kinds of Dragons haven't really been Dragons, at all, especially that first category, but despite wanting to give short overviews for them here and going deeper in on them later on, it seems I am already running out of space anyway. So I guess we'll save the "real" Dragons for later, again.

Hey all,

How's it going? Second week looking good so far as well huh?

That's neat.

Anyhow,

SoCarter out.