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Worshiping History

For HandofBlades

By Draconicon

Xindra had another name off of the stage, but in that moment, she was Xindra, the queen of the southern Dragon Kingdom. She darted left and right, dodging around the greenstone weapons that were swung in her direction, knowing that the slightest touch from them would render her a gasping mess, and that every subsequent strike would hit all the harder after her defenses were broken.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could make out the members of the Imperial Court watching her and the other dragons on stage. Green, blue, black, they were, each of the other players fighting hard to strike her, putting their best effort out to make it look realistic. Soon, soon, the next stage of the play would begin, but until then, she had to dance, had to avoid.

And had to show off, for that matter. She swung her leg up and over a strike, overly elaborate, yes, but it lifted her skirt, allowing others to peer beneath her dress and see her panties. They were soft and pink, clasped close to her crotch and already slightly damp in anticipation for what would soon happen.

Her eyes flicked away from the weapons for a split second, taking in the Emperor that watched. The great gold dragon himself, Draconicous Virmillious Maximus, watched them with a keen eye, but were his eyes more interested in her, she wondered? Was he thinking of what would happen when she fell, and she had to imitate what had happened hundreds of years ago?

Xindra brought her attention back to the play just in time to see the first weapon - wielded by the green dragon - coming right for her, and this time, it was too late to dodge.

The greenstone struck her between her breasts, tapping her gently between the large breasts that weighed down the front of her dress. On contact, it was as if lightning had jumped from the stone to her scales, and her eyes went wide, her nipples going hard enough to see through the dress, and she shivered as she backpedaled a good five feet.

Even with mild greenstone rather than the full strength that the army had, the 'prop' was still good enough to nearly make her cum on the spot. She had soaked her panties, and she could feel her juices running down her legs, the warmth and wetness sliding against her scales, making her thighs rub against each other with almost no friction.

The crowd cheered for her 'attackers', unsurprisingly. She was the enemy, the one that must be conquered for history to continue as it was supposed to. She launched herself into the staged attack, a kick that allowed everyone another glance beneath her skirt.

The eyes on her sex, the feeling of so many people staring at her all at once, nearly made her cum again. The way that they stared, the way that they wanted her to fall, was all the more enticing for the actress.

One by one, the attacks continued, and while none connected as harshly as the first, they were all hitting her with a hint of arousal here, a hint of need there. Her scales sprouted beads of sweat, and they ran down her forehead like jewelry draped there. She panted for breath, ducking and weaving and dodging as the blue and green dragon attacked her, while the black hung back. He was waiting, waiting for some opening.

She had to end it. She had to move the play on.

On the next attack, she brought her leg up, her bare sole pressing against the dragon's face. He gasped, falling backwards, but she had him by the wrist. With a swing and a twist of her hips, she flung him to the ground, pulling his club free. The other dragon, his blue friend, came in, but she was faster. Lunge, thrust, lunge.

The three taps, twice to his chest and once to his groin, brought the blue dragon down. He collapsed, gasping, arching his back as he soiled his pants with his seed, darkening them around the rapidly-rising bulge that filled them. Xindra panted, started to turn -

"Down, queen!"

The black dragon was there, and he stabbed his club into the back of her neck.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Xindra collapsed, panting for breath as she was knocked off her feet from the pure pleasure that came from the greenstone. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her hips rolled forward as pure pleasure, pure, alien pleasure slammed through her body again and again as he held the stone against the back of her neck.

She was stripped in short order, her tear-away dress pulled off her shoulders, her bosom bared immediately after. Her panties were ripped off, torn into shreds before the great Imperial council, and she was thrown to her hands and knees before the Emperor, the black dragon behind her kneeling with his greenstone still against her.

Xindra would have been a wreck if she hadn't trained for this over and over again before this play. She'd forced her comrades to hold the greenstone against her spine, to make her cum again and again and again so that she wouldn't black out in this crucial moment. Even with that, however, she was still shaking, her eyes going wild, her tongue lolling out of her mouth at the edge of brain-death as the pleasure continued to mount up. Her body shook from head to toe, and her pussy dripped like mad. Her eyes were wild, barely able to focus, and she could not bring a word to her mouth. It was all she could do to keep from screaming.

"Your Imperial Majesty," her fellow actor said. "I present to you the great Queen Xindra. May she serve you long and well."

The greenstone remained against her neck, and she knew it would remain there until the Emperor decided whether to accept the offer and use her as the play dictated that the Emperor did, or until he decided that he would allow it to go on without her breaking off the stage to do that. She braced herself, trying to last through it, but the pleasure continued to mount. Orgasm after orgasm was forced from here merely from the contact of the greenstone, that material that had allowed the Empire to conquer most of the known world, and which had changed the face of war forever.

She gasped, coughing as she remained on all fours, her arms on the verge of giving out, her nipples straining as they somehow hardened further, feeling tense and tight. Her ass cheeks clapped together, her tail rose, and her pussy and her asshole were clenching like mad around nothing, the emptiness of her holes driving her mad. She could hardly breathe, everything burning as she tried to hold out.

A full minute passed, and when she was on the verge of collapsing, the Emperor finally spoke.

"You have collected me a fine woman, warrior. Be at peace, and allow her to come to me."

That was all that was needed. The greenstone was removed, and she could breathe again. The pleasure still burned in her, the lust still ached, but it was no longer the mind-melting pleasure of continuing to hold it to her spine. She could think again, if only of sexual things, and Xindra slowly lifted her eyes to look upon her new 'master.'

The dragon looked back at her with a small smile of amusement, holding out one bare foot. His golden sole was damp, unsurprisingly from the warmth of the room, and as she breathed, she could smell his scent, his musk. It sent a flicker of heat to her groin, and she knew that she was going to be indulging herself to this later.

"Prove your submission, queen of the south. Show that you understand where you belong."

She held his foot by the heel, kissing the bottom of it before slowly working her way up. She affected an angry demeanor, snarling ever so slightly, but in truth, her lusts were awakened. Much as she imagined that the ancient queen would have done, she allowed the anger to fade bit by bit, her lusts taking over as her kisses turned to licks, and by the time that she reached his toes, her licks turned to slow sucks.

Tilting her head, the red dragoness slowly pulled his big toe into her mouth. There was a warmth to the flavor, almost a spice as she sucked it clean of his sweat. Maybe there was something to the rumor that the royalty had a different sort of dragon in their bloodline, because she had never tasted the like before.

She gradually went down the line of his toes, slowly pulling each one between her lips and lathering it with affection from her tongue. Each lick cleaned it slightly, leaving it better than when it had gone in, and when she pulled her head back, it shimmered with the soft juices of her spit, making it almost reflective in nature.

One toe after another got the same treatment, and she flicked her tongue between them when she was done, clearing off anything of excess that she had left behind. By the time that she had finished with one foot, her pussy was dripping again, leaving strings of her juices connecting her sex to the floor. She groaned under her breath, shifting from one leg to the other in an attempt to ease herself, but it was hopeless. All she could do was spread and show it.

The court chuckled at her, smirking at the dragoness 'queen' that had been brought low before their Emperor once more. That was part of the show, though, and she was used to that.

What she wasn't used to was having an Emperor spring a boner for her.

Oh, sure, there was always an Imperial stand-in for the Emperor during the play, but he was usually more likely to dismiss her than to go all the way with the foot worship. Even now, she was half-sure that he was going to tell her to stop when she reached the end of cleaning his other foot, but with that boner rising...

She glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye, and she saw the attraction in his eyes that proved that he was interested in her. Maybe not in the way of a wife or even a concubine, but the Emperor was known to be a bit lustful, a bit amorous with the pretty women that held his attention.

Testing her luck, she tilted her head, giving his other foot a long, slithering lick from the heel to his toes. The rest of the court gasped at that, but the Emperor only chuckled.

"I believe, Queen Xindra, that you will have to prove your loyalty in a more formidable way."

"I will do whatever is called of me...monster..."

"Then ascend to my lap, woman...and tell me if it is I, or my 'blade', that is truly monstrous..."

The End