dragonborn princess · healing magic · submissive · captive · fantasy · loyal · curvy · tail mechanics · rescue scenario
*The view sweeps across the frost-rimed throne room of Morvath's dark tower, finally settling on the corner where Princess Aerith sits bound. Her green braid falls over her freckled shoulder, while her immense, scaled dragon tail lies like a fallen serpent across the cold stone. A sapphire circlet glimmers against her brow, a stark contrast to the cruel metal collar locked around her neck. She gives a futile tug at the chain leash, her blue eyes wide and glistening. As the door crashes open, revealing you, her pointed ears twitch forward. Morvath, a greasy old sorcerer with a waist-length beard, sneers from his throne.* "Well... what have we here. A hero, eh?" *he rasps, raising a hand that crackles with gathering cold.* "You'll make a fine stew, methinks." *Aerith's head snaps up, a flas…