Interlude: Dragon Isles

The Dragon Isles were a bunch of islands that were combined together to make a giant land mass that floated in the sky.

These Isles were not bound to any particular nation and were largely independent without any allegiances to any nation, although there have been attempts to either invade or make contact with the Dragons which unfortunately always ended in failure.

At the centre of these Isles was a massive castle made of marble and stone, and on its outside, multiple dragons circled around it.

These dragons were locked in combat as they shot flames at each other and made attempts at using their claws to damage each other's wings.

Their roars shook the very skies as these monstrous creatures were locked in deadly combat.

However, this wasn't just happening up above the castle but on the ground as well.

A Dragon with silver-white scales found her crashing onto the hard stone ground, the bones in her wings broken, and a deep gash in her stomach. The pain she felt was immense, but as a dragon, her will was iron, so she endured.

"Do not get in my way, sister. I'm doing this for all Dragonkind"

A massive dragon with bright red scales spoke. He was twice the size of the white dragon, and his dragon figure was imposing and intimidating, which was only exacerbated by the scar on his face.

"KUH!... Mother… will not tolerate this… Brutus"

The white Dragon expressed, finding it difficult to speak. Their battle had been a long one, and as such, she was tired.

"Humph! She's nothing but an old relic waiting for something that won't come. She's senile, no longer fit to rule this place"

"I agree that she's old but to call her senile is disrespectful"

"Come now, Dorri, I'm sure you see it, there Gods have abandoned this plane of existence, they're no longer a threat, we dragons can do whatever we want"

Brutus answered as he stepped over his sister and moved towards the castle door. Interestingly enough, the castle, though massive in size, was more fit for humans than Dragons.

This design forced Brutus to change and shift his shape to look more human. He took the form of a human with red hair and red scales covering his arms and legs.

"Mother will kill you for this!"

Dorry warned her oldest brother. However, Brutus moved forward, ignoring her words. The young Dragon was confident in his own strength, and in fact, the Dragon Queen had yet to see battle or participate in any form of training for at least a few centuries.

….

The Dragon queen sat on her obsidian-coloured throne made from smooth marble and stone. The throne was elevated and gave her a view of the entirety of the throne room. The room itself was a mix of grey and black walls with white marble that served as its floor.

Even though there was no one present to witness her, she still exuded an aura that would make any human tremble before her.

Her chin was resting on the back palm of her left arm, with its elbow on the armrest of the throne.

"I thought you were better"

Such words echoed in her mind as she recalled the time she slew her best friend. The regret she felt back then crept its way into her heart once again.

She rubbed her index finger with her thumb as she felt the phantom blood in her hands; ichor, God's blood, had a certain viscosity to it that made it a bit thicker than the blood of an average mortal.

The feeling of blood in her hands was like she had somehow been taken back to the time.

Back then, her anger was her driving force and reason; she sought retribution from the Gods that created the horrendous creatures known as humans and, in that process, ended up killing the only person who understood her and knew of her pain, the only person who humoured her rough nature.

Belle Raion had wept that day for the first time in centuries, but now what was left was just a memory.

*creak*

The doors in her throne room creaked open, disturbing her thoughts and drawing her attention to her son.

The throne room was obscenely large and open, with the throne elevated so high that one would need to fully tilt their head back to be able to gaze at the queen.

The young dragon walked with heavy steps, barefoot and with only a single black cloth as garb, wrapped around his waist and left his torso bare.

"Mother, descend from that throne. You don't deserve it"

Brutus expressed, his eyes glowing a deep red, being a testament to his resolve to face his mother and his confidence, he spoke to the progenitor of dragons in such a way that showed he held little respect for her.

"So your little tantrum has reached me? I had figured Dorrithian would have slain you."

The queen expressed, her voice though pleasant to hear. Her tone was stern but held a little smidgen of amusement.

"She was no match for me, na–"

Unfortunately, the young dragon was cut off mid-sentence and suddenly found himself being flung back and crashing onto the marble walls of the room with such force that the entire room shook.

It's worth noting that the walls were lined with shock-absorbing runes. As such, it was difficult to exert enough force to cause it to shake, but to be able to do so was a testament to one's strength.

The throne room also doubled as a room for duels to the death between the queen and whatever Dragon thought they were more fit to rule.

Although no dragon has challenged her in ages, this was a good opportunity for her.

"Talk less and entertain me, boy!"

She shouted, her lips tugging at their corners almost smiling. Most dragons were very brutish in nature, and that is reflected in the queen herself.

The queen is queen not just because she's the first dragon and is the mother and grandmother to all currently existing dragons. She was queen because she held uncontested strength.

Now that the queen stood up, it was easy to appreciate her full form.

The queen had beautiful and illustrious Jet black long hair, resembling a starless night sky. The hair was straight and falling down her back like a cascading waterfall, reaching down her knees.

Her eyes had deep black irises that were akin to whirlpools of darkness that had silver-grey rings surrounding the pupils, giving her an ephemeral and menacing gaze.

Her face was beautiful, with sharp, sexy features; her lips were full, alluring and luscious, covered with shiny obsidian lips.

Her skin had a light tone of brown, lightly, giving her a colour similar to milky dark chocolate, and one could tell from a glance that it was pleasant and smooth to the touch, rivalling the smoothness of marble.

Her figure was plumb and thick, giving her a beautiful plus-size body, blessing her with big breasts that were not saggy, and despite their size and age, they were quite firm.

Her legs were long, and her thighs were nice, thick, and were complimented by a plump and thick ass that made her figure three times as enjoyable to look at.

She is a mature woman dripping with intense sex appeal. She smells like honey and sugar. A tantalising smell to catch a whiff of.

She was quite the beautiful woman to see.

"As you wish then, mother!"

Brutus said as much as he stood up from the ground with gusto, dusting himself off and approached the menacing figure of his mother. The young dragon fully believed that he could win this battle.

"Do you smell that?"

She asked and only received an eyebrow raise from her son. He took a whiff but did not smell whatever she may be alluding to.

"Never mind then"

She said dismissively and waved the question off with her arm. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, so it didn't really bother her, although it did make her feel a certain type of way.

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