The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dawn was sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead at the door into the hall. In the corner, the TV chattered away unheard, unseen. She was wearing her favourite little pink dress and her feet, in their lace trimmed white cotton ankle socks, were pulled up onto the sofa which made her dress had ride up just enough to show her pretty pink silk panties.

Her heart quickened as she heard the familiar click, click of stiletto heels on the wooden staircase and she knew her wait was over, her Mommy was coming down to see her.

Dawn’s sweet blue eyes widened with delight as her Mommy turned from the concealing stairs in to the hall. “Oh, Mommy!” Dawn exclaimed, “You look absolutely beautiful.”

Amanda smiled, and Dawn’s heart flipped as her Mommy walked towards her, hips swaying sexily.

Dawn, of course, always thought her Mommy looked beautiful, but right now not many people still with breath in their bodies and eyes in their head would have disagreed. The first thought that sprang into Dawn’s mind, making her giggle in that way her Mommy found so arousing was ‘Jessica Rabbit!’

It was the first time Dawn could ever remember her Mommy wearing red, she normally went with greens, blues or black, but this was scarlet.

The dress was split at the sides, right up to the top of Amanda’s thighs, the strapless, shoulderless bodice looked like it had been painted on it was so tight, and it pushed Amanda’s bosom up and out in a most striking way. The material was heavy and the front seemed to form itself around her thighs as she walked, whereas the back was longer and swept behind her like the train of a wedding dress. The top of the dress was decorated with small tassels with ruby beads on the end that glinted as she walked.

Although the dress was sleeveless, from her wrist to her elbows she wore what looked like fingerless opera gloves, made of the same material as the gown and again decorated around both ends with tassels beaded with rubies.

Amanda had left her hair free, and it cascaded in thick waves around her head and over her bare shoulders. Her only jewellery was a Celtic gold torc worn around her upper right arm.

Suddenly, a dark cloud passed over Dawn’s mind, as the thought she quickly voiced, leapt at her. “Are you going out, Mommy?” The idea that her Mommy, dressed up like this, would go somewhere nice without her baby girl tugged at Dawn’s heartstrings.

“No, sweetheart.” Amanda said softly as she stood in front of Dawn. “I wouldn’t leave my baby girl all alone, and Aunty Ali is away so I couldn’t even ask her to baby sit for me.”

The darkness cleared and the sun shone brightly in Dawn’s face as the realisation came to her that her Mommy had dressed up like that just for her, and her pussy tingled with pleasure and anticipation.

“I want to write a story, honey. Would you like to help.” Amanda asked, knowing the response without having to hear Dawn’s gleeful affirmation.

“Come along then, honey.” Amanda said as she held out her hand.

Eagerly, Dawn stood and, holding her Mommy’s hand, walked with her into the hall.

Amanda had always been an author, but she hated typing and writing things out long hand took so long, even if her stories had a special magic when done that way. So after Amanda had taken the lovely, lonely Katie and made her cum to remember that she was Dawn and Amanda was her loving Mommy, she had taken a whole new approach to writing, letting Dawn experience Amanda’s ideas, her thoughts and her desires, which Dawn would then transcribe when she awoke from the dream Amanda wove for her.

“After you, sweetheart.” Amanda said as they reached the foot of the stairs.

Dawn giggled, knowing full well why her Mommy wanted her to go first, it was one of the reasons Dawn liked her pretty satin silk baby doll dress so much, because her Mommy could see her cute silk panties as she climbed the stairs and, more often than not, put her hand up Dawn’s skirt as they climbed.

As they entered their bedroom Amanda told Dawn to undress and sit in front of the dressing table mirror. Dawn knew what was going to happen, and readily discarded her clothes, few that they were, and sat as her Mommy had instructed.

With Dawn seated, Amanda stood behind her and looked at the expectant, beautiful face, locking the trusting blue orbs with her deep green eyes and untied the pink ribbons that held Dawn’s hair in loose pigtails.

Amanda reached for Dawn’s silver plated hairbrush, her breasts brushing against Dawn’s bare back, sending tingles of delight down the young woman’s spine.

With long smooth strokes, Amanda pulled the soft bristled brush through Dawn’s golden, silky hair. Dawn loved it when her Mommy brushed her hair, especially if, as now, she was talking softly to her. “Such beautiful hair, such fine, long, beautiful honeyed locks.

“Each stroke making your hair smoother and longer, a real princess with her golden hair. And each stroke makes my pretty princess more and more sleepy.”

Dawn watched her Mommy’s beautiful red lips as they formed words she could only just hear, and the warm glow she always felt at times like these washed over her as her Mommy led her into the dream. The room seemed to darken as Amanda continued to brush, continued to take Dawn deeper into the dream Amanda would soon be telling.

For Dawn, the room seemed to spin and the mirror before her turned black and she would probably have been at least a little afraid at that if it weren’t for her Mommy’s voice, leading her into the dream.

The room lightened, although not by much, and what light there was came from a flickering candelabra in the corner of the large, stone walled room, which was warmed by a huge fireplace in which smouldered the embers of the previous days fire.

Dawn looked in the mirror before her at the young woman standing behind her, brushing Dawn’s very long blonde hair. The tear that ran down the cheek of Melanie, her dusky lady in waiting, saddened Dawn more than the knowledge that with the rising sun, that even now was turning the sky an appropriately solemn shade of purple, she would be led to a fate probably worse than death.

“Don’t cry, Mel.” Dawn said. Dawn and Melanie had been close since childhood, and. it was for that reason that the queen had offered to get one of the serving maids to dress her beautiful daughter on this awful day. But Melanie would not hear of it. “If my princess is to be offered in sacrifice to that foul, evil creature, then I will be the one to prepare her.” She had said in a manner one would not normally use to address the queen of the realm, but these were not ordinary times.

For the past six months the kingdom had been ravaged by a huge red draig. The creature had awoken in one of the deep gold mines that provided the king with his fortune. But, in his greed, he had mined too deeply, and the beast that had slumbered for who knew how long, had arisen and taken vengeance for what it apparently saw as the theft of its gold.

Every night since its awakening, the great red lizard had emerged from its subterranean home. On leathery wings it took to the air, flying high into the night sky where it circled in the darkness, only its glowing green eyes visible, its shape sometimes discernable as it occluded moon and stars. Then with an ear piercing scream it would descend, jets of blue yellow flame issuing from its mouth, setting ablaze farms, houses and fields blighting the surrounding countryside.

In desperation, the king called together his strongest knights, binding them to a quest to find the dragon’s lair and kill the loathsome creature. Twelve set out, but only one returned, and he was so close to madness, his armour and clothes blackened, that at first no one understood what he meant as he cried. “It wants the Dawn! It wants the Dawn.”

No sooner was the handsome knight, the youngest of those entrusted with the quest, inside the safety of the castle than he collapsed, exhausted from the journey.

The king ordered him to be cleaned up and brought before the king, queen and the whole court in the high throne room. By now all the wits he would ever after posses had returned. Although, in truth, that was not saying a lot.

“I am pleased to see you have stopped your babbling, man!” The king said, not even attempting to sound concerned for his noble warrior.

“The Draig, sire,” The knight said, coughing deeply and clutching his chest to try and ease the pain. “It says it wants the Princess Dawn in reparation for the gold it says you have plundered from its lair.”

The queen wailed and the king demanded “Did you find its lair?”

The knight tried to adopt a military air, but his now week knees betrayed him. “In a way, sire, that is to say, the draig found me, and must have dragged me to its den.

“There are many tunnels within your mine, sire,” The knight explained. “We split up, and as we walked those dark deep paths, our ears were assaulted by the echoes of screams, as one by one, my brothers in arms must have encountered the draig.

“I wanted to run, my liege.” The knight admitted. “To find air and sky once more, but I was lost, and then sulphur, like eggs left to go bad, assaulted my nose and I gagged against the stench. But still I pressed on.”

The king slammed his hand against the arm of his gilded throne. “You mean you tried to flee but didn’t know which way to go!”

“Perhaps, my lord.” The knight allowed. “But still I headed down, towards the rancorous smell.

“Deeper and deeper I walked, the stench increasing with every step, until finally I must have passed out, for the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back looking up into the face of the draig!”

Gasps rang out from the gathered court until silenced by a glare from their sovereign lord.

“Smoke drifted from its nostrils as its green slitted eyes looked malevolently at me, and I prayed to be spared such a horrible death!”

By now the king was growing weary of the tale, “Get to the point, sir!” He demanded

With a nod of his head indicating his understanding, the knight continued. “It was then that the mighty draig spoke its demands, my lord. ‘You are to bring me the princess Dawn.’”

“What nonsense.” The king pronounced regally. “Are you trying to tell me that this malodorous creature not only can talk, but also knows enough of my kingdom to know I have a daughter called Dawn?”

The knight swayed unsteadily as he explained. “Yes, sire. Its voice alone is enough to shake the roof trees of the earth itself and it said you were to deliver Dawn on the morning of her eighteenth birthday.”

Again the queen wailed loudly “That is the day after tomorrow!”

“Quiet, woman.” The king spat, “I’m trying to think.”

The whole room fell into deathly silence as the king rubbed his short beard. “And how are we supposed to deliver Dawn to this monster?” The king asked, a flash of cold steel in his eye directed at his wife to prevent another outburst. For the king had weighed up his options, and decided that his kingdom could get by without a princess, but not without the things that accursed draig was burning each night.

“Sire, the draig said we were to bring her as the sun rose on the morn of her eighteenth birthday and lead her into the its lair. It said we would find a wall with two manacles hanging from it and we are to clap them to princess Dawn’s wrists and leave. It was very insistent that we should leave!”

“So,” said the king, his mind already made up. “If twelve of my supposedly finest knights could not find this fiend’s nest, how are we supposed to deliver the princess Dawn?”

The knight did his best to stay upright, despite the pounding headache he was currently suffering from, as he answered, unsure how it would be received. “It said we were to follow the fire.”

“What in heavens name does that mean?” The king demanded of the trembling nobleman.

“I couldn’t say, sire. For as soon as it had issued its demands it reared up and flame spewed forth and it turned its face towards me and the next thing I knew, I was waking up outside the entrance to the mine, my body burnt and aching.”

“And you ran here to tell us, like some demon spawns lackey.” The king said, failing to hide his disgust for what he saw as a rank coward.

This time the young knight did manage to show his bearing as he said “Yes, my liege, and I will live with the taint of my failure for the rest of my life.”

Taking a deep breath, that seared his heat damaged lungs he made an oath. “I swear now before you and my peers that I will return to the demon’s den and kill the fetid beast, or die myself in the attempt.”

But no sooner were the words spoken than darkness welled up and dragged him down into restful oblivion.

“Get this cowardly wretch from my sight!” The king ordered, and immediately courtiers descended and carried the wounded soldier out of the throne room.

The king pondered for a while before finally saying. “Very well then, send for my daughter and we will see if her blood really is of my line.” Again a cold glance was exchanged between the king and his once unfaithful queen. “If she is truly my daughter, she will gladly sacrifice herself for the good of our kingdom.”

It was Melanie who found the young princess, standing on the highest tower of the castle, staring out towards the hill beneath which the draig now held sway.

“Princess.” Melanie called softly, not wanting to startle her mistress; but Dawn was well aware of Melanie’s presence and suspected the nature of her errand. For although everyone else had wondered at the babblings of the lone knight, Dawn had known instantly what he had meant.

In hushed tones Melanie related all that had happened in the throne room. When the handmaiden had finished, Dawn said with a wan smile. “So, if I sacrifice myself, my father will at last accept me as his, at least until tomorrow morning, and if not, I condemn myself and my mother.”

Melanie knew better than to comment on such matters, preferring the safer, “Come, my lady, you know the king doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Dawn had offered to pay the price, and for the first time in her life her father embraced her without the usual stiffness that had always been between them before. And now, as she sat naked before the mirror, Melanie plaiting and dressing her golden locks, Dawn accepted her fate with true regal forbearance.

When Melanie had finished her coiffure, Dawn stood and allowed Melanie to robe her in a simple green dress. The garment was well made but not of the quality Dawn normally wore, ‘What’s the point in wearing a fine gown if I am to be devoured.’ Dawn had reasoned and had it been solely up to her she would have worn homespun, but Melanie, and the queen would not hear of it.

As Melanie hung a fine beaded chain belt around Dawn’s waist, the princess looked at herself in the mirror. The square neckline displayed her young firm breasts nicely, the tailored skirt fitting snugly around her thin waist before flaring out over her hips, and the hem hung about halfway down her shapely calf. The only touch of real elegance were the sleeves, they were made of the finest organza silk and slit down the outside from shoulder to satin cuff.

“Will you wear a crown, my lady?” Melanie asked.

But again Dawn demurred. “I’ll wear the topaz diadem you gave me for my birthday last year.” Dawn said, and Melanie thought her heart would break.

After fitting the single jewel on its fine silver thread in the centre of her life’s forehead, Melanie reached into a pocket of her apron and took out a silver chain from which hung a matching stone. “Will you wear this also, my lady?” She asked bashfully, “I asked a gypsy to put a spell on it, to protect you from the evil creature.”

Dawn’s smile was soft and she embraced her maid, her friend, and she felt Melanie’s warm lips brush her cheek in a parting kiss before she allowed Melanie to fasten the cheap necklace around Dawn’s long graceful neck.

“It’s time, my lady.” Melanie said, the tears once more blurring her sight, and to cover her grief she adjusted the way Dawn’s dress hung.

The king had ordered that the whole of the castle’s inhabitants, noble and servant, were to line the ramparts in a silent act of gratitude for the sacrifice his only daughter was about to make. So before three thousand eyes, Dawn, escorted by 4 armoured knights and one lady in waiting, rode out of her castle for the final time.

The horses plodded onwards, their riders silent. Each village they passed through bore the marks of the draig’s nighttime visits, and the villagers stood in silent admiration for their saviour as she rode through.

When they arrived at the entrance to the now deserted mine, they dismounted and tethered the skittish animals who could sense the evil that lurked in the dark tunnels.

“I don’t see any fire.” The captain of the princess’s guard said as he peered into the black abyss. Then, almost like a mote dancing before his eyes, there appeared a small yellow light, joined moments later by a second and a third. The captain called his sergeant and, by the time he stood beside his commander, there were hundreds of tiny fireflies swarming at the very edge of their vision.

Just then the sun rose above the eastern mountains and the luminescent creatures started to fade. “I think this is what the draig must have meant.” The captain announced. “Quickly, before the sun hides them” he added.

Taking Melanie’s hand in hers, as much for Mel’s sake as her own Dawn entered the dark passage following the captain and his sergeant, the two privates bringing up the rear nervously.

Once inside, the darkness soon returned, and the swarm of shining insects could just be discerned in the distance. They had thought of taking torches, but even that amount of light would have swamped the glowing guides, so with great caution they pressed on in total blackness, scared that at any minute they might fall down some long forgotten shaft.

For what seemed like hours they followed the glinting guides, always going down, deeper into the bowels of the earth, and Melanie now knew why they were so called, for the stench was enough to make her wretch. Dawn however seemed unaffected by the odour and simply held Melanie’s hand and forged ahead, head held proudly aloft.

Gradually they became aware of a faint light ahead, and as they rounded the next bend, they were all but blinded as they stepped into a huge chamber. The light seemed to come from the very rocks themselves; the stone was as white as marble, veined with pure gold, and they knew, even before they spied the manacles hanging from black iron chains, that they had found the draig’s lair.

Nervously they looked around, expecting to be burnt to a crisp at any second. The rough-hewn floor bore long gouges and was strewn with partly gnawed bones, some with fetid gobbets of meat still attached. It was a veritable charnel house.

Quickly, for he did not want to remain in this place a second longer than he needed to, the captain inspected the manacles. They were heavy and red with rust, the hinge squealing as he opened it. He was unsure how they locked but that wasn’t his problem.

“My lady.” He said, looking at the proud young princess who stood holding her maids hand.

With a small nod Dawn allowed Melanie to guide her to her place of confinement. Melanie took one look at the rusty shackles and said defiantly. “You can’t expect her to put her delicate wrists in there, they will be torn to shreds, the poor girl will bleed to death even before the draig gets to her.” Suddenly the thought occurred to both Melanie and Dawn that such would probably be for the best.

As Dawn looked at the heavy chains, Melanie played her final card. “Leave me in your place, my soul.” For in these last few moments Melanie did not mind displaying her deep love for her mistress.

With sadness touching her eyes Dawn looked into the face of her companion of so many years. She had known of course that Melanie adored her, there had been so many times, dark times when the king was being particularly mean to her or her mother, and Dawn would seek solace in Mel’s company and at those times the consoling arms had offered more than comfort.

“I know you would gladly take my place, my love. But this fate is mine and mine alone. And anyway I assume that if this wretched draig knows my name it also knows of my famous long blonde hair, and even an old dragon would not mistake your raven’s winged hair for mine.

“Princess.” The captain called again as he stood beside the chains, anxious to complete his task and leave this accursed place with all haste.

With her head held high, shoulders back defiantly, Dawn crossed the bone strewn floor and turned, her back to the wall and lifted her arms, offering her delicate wrists to the cold iron’s embrace. As her milky white arms rose, the sleeves of her dress hung below in a soft arc.

“Let me” Melanie said, trying to be strong, and she gently lifted Dawn’s wrist to the iron shackle. On tiptoe she squeezed the ancient restraint, it closed with a screech of rust and a surprisingly soft click. She repeated the action for the other hand before looking for the last time on her one true desire.

She felt a rough hand grasp her wrist, and Melanie allowed herself to be pulled from the stinking hellhole, swearing vengeance in her heart against the foul denizen of the deep that had taken her very life from her, as much as she knew it would take the Princess’s. Once she was out of sight, and shrouded once more in the enveloping darkness of the tunnel, her tears flowed freely.

After a few steps the guards saw the ghostly insects buzzing ahead of them and, with as much speed as they could dare, they followed them back to the clean autumn air.

If the ride from the castle had been sombre, the return was funereal, the tears never far from Melanie’s red rimmed eyes, especially when she looked at the princess’s riderless horse trailing behind the captain’s. No one came out of their houses as they passed once more through the villages, and the castle appeared deserted as they crossed the open ground that lay before it.

As they neared the great iron portcullis they heard the heavy winding gear creek in to action and a lone mounted knight sallied forth. As he passed them Melanie realised it was the one knight who had survived the previous attempt to slay the draig. “Kill it for my mistress.” Melanie called after him, for they all knew that he was heading back to the lizards cave.

Parched and tired, for she had slept little the previous night, Dawn stood as proudly as she could, her arms aching from being held above her shoulders for so long. She tried to estimate how long she had remained there but there was nothing in the dank cavern to help her judge the passing moments.

She heard it before she saw it, the rattle of its scales and the click of claw on solid stone approaching from the tunnel opposite the one her escort had left by. Dawn peered into the darkness and suddenly she could see two small green lights that blinked out for a second before reappearing.

She tried to stop her legs from quivering, intending to face the bringer of her doom with all the dignity expected of a princess, but in truth, the effort seemed futile.

Slowly the shape of the beasts head could be discerned by the light from the cavern, a long, lumpy snout and snaggled yellow teeth, visible even when its great maw was closed. Then the eyes, pools of evil intent, glaring, boring right into her very soul. The evil she had expected, but not the sense of intelligence that shone as brightly.

Quicker now with its prey in sight, the dragon emerged from its hiding place. Its leathery scales were as red as the setting sun. The head that continued to fix Dawn with its hungry stare weaved from side to side on a long thick neck ridged with triangular spines that looked like they could saw through a tree. The ridge ran on, over the back of the beast’s bulbous body. Its short front legs snapped claws that were even redder than its skin.

Once out of the confining tunnel, the draig stretched its bat like wings as it scurried on its huge hind legs. The body tapered into a long thin tail, ridged like the neck and back and ending in a murderous looking tip which it swished menacingly from side to side, scattering the discarded bones of its recent meals.

The draig faced the princess and spoke, not in a voice that would shake the earth, but with uncharacteristic gentleness. “So nice of you to join me, princess.”

“I did not have much option!” Dawn said defiantly. And the draig rumbled with what could have been laughter for all Dawn knew.

“Let me look at you.” The draig said as it reached out a clawed foreleg.

Dawn steeled herself for the killing blow, praying that it would be quick. Despite herself she flinched as she felt the knife sharp talons press against her thighs. There was the sound of cloth being ripped asunder as the vicious claws swished downwards, leaving the front hem of Dawn’s dress tattered, exposing a fine young thigh and lovely dimpled knees.

She hadn’t meant to, had promised herself she wouldn’t, but scream she did, and in the tunnel that led to the outside world a young knight bumped against the wall at the sound.

The draig’s large leathery ears twitched and its nostrils flared as it scented the air. “It appears my errand boy has returned, presumably to try and finish the job he started, and save the winsome princess in the bargain. I suppose he thinks he will be able to claim your hand in marriage as a reward.” The dragon whispered.

“But I am afraid he, like you, is in for a surprise.”

Like a cobra preparing to strike, the draig reared up, drawing air deep into its fiery lungs, and Dawn knew her hour had at last arrived.

With lightning speed, the head shot towards the defenceless young woman, and Dawn closed her eyes, every sinew taught, as she waited for the fire to engulf her.

With only inches to spare, the head stopped its forward flight, and the draig blew. Dawn expected fire and brimstone, but what she felt was a cool spring breeze, and a scent that mixed camphor and meadow flowers.

The almost sickly sweet aroma seemed to fog her mind, spots danced before her eyes and the blood pounded in her ears. Finally the dragon’s breath claimed her, and her head fell forward, her knees buckled and, were it not for the chains, she would have slumped to the floor.

Trying to be as silent as the proverbial mouse the gallant young knight stepped into the chamber where he had previously met the draig. He could see the princess slumped against the wall, hanging by her wrists, but he could also see the regular rise and fall of her splendid breasts and he knew he was not, as he had feared, too late. What he didn’t see however was the draig.

“Welcome, fair knight.” A voice that was both soft and sweet said from the tunnel opposite where he stood. And as he watched, there emerged an absolute vision of loveliness, so out of place in the dank grotto, a woman who was so stunning she even put the beautiful princess in the shade.

Her long red dress was made of a material he had never before seen, and behind her head appeared to be a huge collar, greater in size than any woman of court had ever worn, and on her head, framed by long wavy red hair, she wore what he took for a two pointed crown.

Light from the wall glinted off what he thought were rubies, but were in fact the crystallised tears of the draig and therefore even more rare. It wasn’t the jewels however that held his attention as she approached, but the large firm bosom they helped to decorate.

He was transfixed and, not for the first time, Sir Geddin became aware of how hard his armour was across his crotch. His eyes seemed unable to look away from the firm fleshy mounds that swayed from side to side as she walked and rose and fell as she breathed. He wasn’t even aware that he too was walking, the gap between them shortening rapidly.

When the were perhaps four feet apart they both stopped, the limp princess at their side. “Why have you returned, noble knight?” The woman asked.

She didn’t wait for an answer, providing it herself as she reached out to take hold of Melanie’s gift hanging around the limp princess’s throat. “You have come to slay me, and rescue your fair princess. But have no fear, kind knight. I have not hurt your sweet young princess, and not because of this cheap talisman either.”

As her hand approached the purple jewel, she felt the protecting spell, but humans, even gypsies, had long ago lost the power to repel one of her kind, and like brushing away a cobweb, the draig’s white hand grasped the impotent bauble. With a violent tug, the draig snapped the chain and held the necklace in her right hand as if to demonstrate her invulnerability.

The sudden motion broke the stupor that seemed to have claimed Sir Geddin. His hand went to his sword as he realised that what he had taken to be a fashionably high collar was in fact a pair of leathery wings that protruded from the woman’s bare shoulder blades, and the crown two curved spiral horns.

The blade scraped against the scabbard, rising perhaps no more than six inches before it stopped in response to the draig’s command. “Put up your sword, good knight.” She said as she lifted Dawn’s head, her fingers lightly cupping the regal chin.

“I have not harmed your lovely princess, nor do I plan to. So why do you come to my home bringing hatred with you?”

The knight didn’t know what to do, fighting a huge fire breathing draig was one thing, but this beautiful creature was quite another, even though he knew deep down they were one and the same.

“Before you impale me with that huge weapon.” The draig’s voiced oozed, and although he guessed she was referring to his sword, his mind flashed up an altogether different and much more appealing interpretation that made his groin ache even more.

“I would ask a boon goodly knight, a favour. Surely, in your chivalry, you will allow that.” The draig appealed.

Sir Geddin was torn, he had sworn an oath to slay this draig, no matter how comely she now appeared, but his honour demanded that a favour, freely asked for, should at least be considered.

“What would you have of me, my lady?” Sir Geddin asked formally, following the customs of his order.

“A simple kiss, is all I ask.” The draig said softly, moving closer to the confused knight, letting Dawn’s head fall back against her chest, forgotten for the moment by both draig and the knight.

Sir Geddin was a brave and strong knight, having spent his youth training every waking hour to attain this exalted status. Unfortunately, this very dedication had meant his schooling had been more than a little neglected, and so he didn’t know one should never, ever kiss a draig.

In truth however he didn’t really have a choice, his code of chivalry not withstanding, he could not have denied such a request even if he had read every book on draig lore.

Her glistening lips parted as they approached his and, as the kiss started, he felt her tongue pressing against his lips. With the blood pounding in his ears and quite uncomfortably lower down, he invited it in.

As soon as the draig’s tongue penetrated her victims warm mouth, it split in two, each half capable of independent motion, doubling the pleasure she could give. Gingerly at first, but with mounting passion, Sir Geddin returned the kiss. He didn’t even notice as for a brief instant, the forked tongue slipped back into the draig’s mouth and, with her razor sharp teeth, she bit the inside of her lip. She returned the tongue to his mouth, carrying with it a drop of her magical blood.

Sir Geddin swallowed, and he felt his throat burn like he had just swigged some neat, cheap whisky. He staggered back his hands going to his throat as the heat spread throughout his body. He looked at his assailant just as the fire in his blood melted his heart and reformed it around the vision that stood before him.

Blinded by her beauty, he knelt on one knee and pulled his sword from its sheath and offered the pommel to his hearts desire, saying. “My lady, forgive me. I intended you harm. Take the sword and sever my worthless head.”

With something approaching pity the draig looked down at the fawning soldier, just as she had with his eleven companions, and she gave him the same choice she had them.

“I will spare your miserable life if you swear loyalty only to me. You will live out the ends of your days, here, in my realm, serving me as I require.”

With his heart and soul, he pledged his undying devotion and was sent on his way, deeper into the draig’s dominion, to be reunited with his former brothers in arms, whose only wishes were to serve their mistress.

With the meddlesome knight dispatched, the draig turned her attention back to the slumbering princess, calling her back to the land of the living, like a mother calling her child in for supper.

Slowly Dawn returned and for an instant forgot where she was, at least until the pain in her arms reminded her. She struggled to straighten her legs, to take the pressure off of her numb wrists, and for the first time she saw this new aspect of the draig.

“So you plan to torment me in human form.” The princess said, with a quiver in her voice she couldn’t quite conceal, despite her years of courtly training.

“I appear to you like this, sweet princess, to tell you I have had a change of heart. Your selfless sacrifice has shown me that not everyone in this benighted kingdom is greedy for what is not theirs.” The draig lied with conviction.

“Then release me.” Dawn almost begged, for until that moment she had given up all hope of rescue.

“First sweet princess, I demand a different reward for my promise not to ravage the lands above. Surely you can see the merit in that? Who would respect a draig, even a fire breathing one, if she didn’t demand payment for an offence, especially one as grievous as the steeling of her gold?” the draig explained as she stroked Dawn’s cheek with back of one of her blood red fingernails.

Dawn could almost see the logic. “What do you want?” she asked nervously.

With the sweetest smile, one that said ‘You can trust me’, the draig replied. “Just a small kiss, is that really too much to ask in return for your life?”

“Do you think me a fool!” Dawn spat. “Everyone from a babe in arms knows you must never, ever kiss a draig.” Although if she were honest she would not have been able to say why.

“I see you are more knowledgeable than your father’s knights.” The draig commented without the slightest hint of rancour at her duplicity being exposed.

The draig pursed her lips as if she were miming a kiss and Dawn pressed her back against the cold stone, fearing the draig would kiss her anyway. For if she did, there was no way in her bound state that Dawn could do anything about it. But what Dawn did not know, was that the kiss had to be willingly given.

Instead of kissing, the draig blew across Dawn’s eyes and the sweet dragons breath filled the air once more, this time however dawn did not pass out she merely closed her eyes as the draig blew against the closed lids, gentler than a summer breeze.

The breeze stopped and Dawn opened her eyes once more, blinking at the brightness before her. Where a moment before the draig had stood, Dawn now saw a heavenly messenger dressed as the draig had been but the scarlet dress was now a shimmering white, the rubies that adorned it were diamonds, and the wings were no longer red and leathery, but soft downy feathers.

“Beautiful.” Dawn sighed as she looked at the angel before her, the glamour the dragons breath induced shimmering like a halo around her.

“I have come to save you, my love, but I cannot intervene freely.” The angel said softly with lips that were as red as the draig’s had been.

“Just tell me, and I’ll give you anything.” Dawn really did plead now.

“All I want is a small kiss, freely given.” The angel said as she slipped her left hand behind Dawn’s neck, and moved her slightly parted lips close to Dawn’s.”

A thought tried to surface in Dawn’s mind, warning her of the danger she was in, but the dragon’s breath still fogged her mind and the fingers that were stroking the back of her aching neck felt so soft she was kissing the draig before she knew it.

Once more the forked tongue slipped into a victim’s mouth unchallenged. But this time the draig let it linger, knowing the thoughts of what else such a dexterous muscle could do were even now rising in Dawn’s mind.

The draig felt the slightest tensing as her hand found the inside of Dawn’s thigh, but it soon passed as Dawn responded to the kiss and the touch of the dragons claws.

Dawn whimpered softly as the hand that held her neck was removed, but the whimper turned into a deep moan as she felt it now against her breasts, just as the other fondling hand found her naked pussy.

By now, Dawn’s tongue was as active as the draig’s, eagerly pushing into the welcoming warmth of her lovers mouth, tasting sweetness. Her eyes half opened and Dawn saw without fear, that her lover was none other than the draig, and she let them close again.

The draig took Dawn’s bottom lip between hers, sucking it into her mouth, her teeth toying with the blood red flesh. Just as her finger slipped easily inside Dawn’s now moist pussy, the draig let her teeth squeeze harder breaking the skin. The sudden stab of pain Dawn felt was easily masked by the sensations mounting in her pussy.

As her finger slid in and out of Dawn’s pussy and her other hand fondled the deliciously firm breasts, the draig once more bit the inside of her own mouth.

The draig forced their lips together, just as Dawn’s body ignited with an orgasm the like of which she had never known before. Their blood mixed together, and even as her shackles opened magically, allowing her to embrace her newfound love, she was bound to the draig for the rest of eternity more securely than iron could ever manage.

For as the beloved of a draig, Dawn shared her immortality and for years uncounted they lived beneath the earth, taking pleasure in each other, served by a coterie of twelve brave, but love struck knights.

Amanda lifted her hand from her baby girl’s breast, her finger still inside Dawn’s quivering pussy, as the story came to a close, and Dawn returned to what she now thought of as the real world.

Dawn wasn’t particularly surprised to find herself hanging from the wardrobe door, her Mommy’s silk scarves tied around her wrists, for her Mommy liked her to experience as much of her stories as was possible.

Amanda unfastened Dawns wrists, and the young woman wrung her hands to try and get the blood flowing again as she asked. “Do you want me to write it up now, Mommy?”

Amanda smiled and said as she lifted her dress to reveal stockings and suspenders but no panties. “No sweetheart, it will do in the morning, right now Mommy needs her baby girl to do something else.” And Dawn was the happiest baby girl in the whole wide world.