The world is vast, littered with many species, intrigues and conflicts of all sorts. Among the most noticeable, the war raging between the human kingdom of Regada and the hybrid nation of Blunecia. It has lasted for over four years but the human side is losing, the half-dragon side having halted their relentless assault to weight the decision of either seizing victory or simply crushing their opponent.
The Princess of the dragon hybrids is resting on the guardrail of her balcony, on the last floor of the royal castle, her gaze lost on the vast capital before her eyes. She left the strategy room, tired of pointless advisors who knows nothing about war or life. For her, they obviously need to offer a peace treaty and use the defeated humans to fortify their new position. If they spend more resources into a pointless war, the neighbor nations will seize this opportunity to attack them, locking the kingdom of Blunecia into another war.
Azuryl sigh, her large wings stretching a bit as she looks behind her, the bed tempting her to finally rest after such a long day but she still has duties that need her presence.
She sighs as she picks up a scroll from the table, reading the message in it. It says that the humans had sent a skilled assassin to assassinate the high councils of the dragon kingdom.
The information causes an irritated look on the dragon hybrid's face as she crumples up the scroll and throws it over the railing, watching it flutter to the cobblestone streets below. "So much for trusting their intentions," she mutters under her breath. With renewed determination, she turns away from the balcony and heads back into the strategy room, ready to discuss their options with her advisors.
"First," she begins before any of them can speak, "we must send word of this development to our allies among both humans and dragons. And then we must decide whether to continue with peace talks as planned or take more aggressive measures against Regada." Her voice is cool and decisive, her eyes boring holes into the assembled group. "We cannot allow them to undermine our position so close to a resolution."
There are murmurs of agreement around the table, but no one speaks up immediately. Azuryl narrows her eyes and waits, noticing how some of the men shrink under her gaze. Perhaps they should have sent her to represent them in these talks... Her smile holds only a trace of amusement as she leans back in her chair, waiting for someone to make the first real proposal.
One of the advisors bang the table, shouting angrily that they had given the feeble humans enough time, and it's time for the dragons to destroy them. Azuryl can feel many of the others nodding in approval.
She rolls her eyes and grimaces slightly at the outburst. "And where would that leave us?" she asks pointedly, making sure to keep her voice level and controlled despite her growing annoyance. "Would we not then find ourselves in a similar position as before? Weakened from an internal conflict and divided among our people, while other nations await their chance to strike? I think not." Her gaze sweeps over the others, daring anyone to challenge her logic.
The warrior princess raises an eyebrow at the advisor's outburst before calmly stating,
"I understand your frustration, but destruction of Regada would only provoke a wider conflict. We must show restraint and wisdom if we are to truly achieve lasting peace."
Her cold gaze seems to bore through him as she continues,
"A strategic strike against their leadership, however... that could send them into disarray without drawing in our other enemies. Let us consider this option carefully."
No advisors can answer to her remark, as she sighs heavily. After the meeting is over, she slowly heads back to her chambers.
The room erupts into murmurs at her suggestion and Azuryl sighs heavily as the others struggle to keep up with her strategic thought process. She'd long ago grown accustomed to being the smartest person in any given room, but it never ceased to be tiresome. Still, if they couldn't keep up now, how could she expect them to lead their people into a better future?
With a final glare around the room that sends several squirming in their seats, Azuryl stands and leaves the strategy room without another word. She is too tired tonight; perhaps tomorrow she will have more patience for their naivete.
Her wings beat heavily against the air as she ascends to her private chambers, each flap sending shadows dancing across the walls of the castle. A quiet knock on her door interrupts her thoughts and she barks out a weary, "Come in."
The door slowly opens, and a handsome, atheltic man comes in with a slight vow. Azuryl tilts her head slightly, unsure if she had seen this servant before.
"Ah, forgive me," the man says softly as he steps further into her chambers. "My name is Kralen. I am but a humble servant to your highness." His voice is deep and smooth, carrying an air of respect not often found among the castle staff. Azuryl studies him for a moment longer before inclining her head in acknowledgment.
"You may speak freely," she says at last, sinking wearily onto a plush armchair near her bed. "What is it that you wanted to say?" Her eyes never leave his face as he approaches the small sitting area opposite of her chair. There's something about him... familiar perhaps? It nags at her thoughts but she pushes it aside for now.
He smiles softly, before suddenly, he throws a knife at her, as she barely manages to dodge it. She can see the armor beneath his coat and his blood-coated sword.
The servant's attack catches her by surprise, and she jumps back instinctively, narrowly avoiding the blade. Her heart pounds in her chest as he rushes forward with a battle cry, his sword swinging wildly. Azuryl barely manages to deflect the strike with her own dagger before falling back into a defensive stance. He's fast and powerful... unexpectedly skilled for someone claiming to be merely a servant.
Her blue dragon wings beat once, sending her hurtling across the room toward him in a blur of motion. She slashes at his chest as she flies past, but he manages to parry it with his sword before spinning around to face her again. Their weapons clash in another furious exchange, Azuryl finding herself once again on the backfoot against this mysterious opponent.
"Who are you?" she demands between breaths. "Why have you come here?" But he does not answer, only pressing his attack with renewed vigor. Her heart pounds faster in her chest as she struggles to keep up with him; it's almost as if she's fighting a reflection of herself...
She instantly realizes he is indeed the human assasin, his eyes full of blood and lust. Soon, he manages to pounce on top of her, grasping her neck tightly.
Her anger and surprise turn quickly into surprise as he easily overpowers her. Her hands flail helplessly against his grip on her throat as she tries to break free. Her body struggles against the cold floor of the chamber, panic beginning to set in as black spots begin dancing at the edges of her vision. He's stronger than he should be... She can feel herself growing weaker by the second, unable to fight back against him.
But then an idea strikes her. Azuryl concentrates all her remaining energy and focuses it into her free hand, which slowly begins to glow with a sinister blue light. "Frozen Strike!" she screams as she thrusts her hand forward, sending a wave of icy cold energy surging toward the assassin's chest. The power slams into him, knocking him off her and freezing him solid in place on the floor.
Panting heavily from exertion and relief, Azuryl uses the brief moment to catch her breath and gather her senses before approaching the frozen figure of the assassin, a cold smile forming on her lips. She kneels down beside him, studying his face carefully as she reaches out a gloved hand and gently touches his cheek with the cold tip of one finger. "Now," she murmurs softly, "who are you... really?"
However, as she touches the frozen assasin with triumph, she doesn't realize he isn't frozen until it was too late. He quickly tackles her, grapsing her neck and snapping her neck with great force.
Her eyes widen in shock as his strength proves greater than she expected. A strangled gasp escapes her lips as he clamps down on her throat and sinewy muscles tense against her struggling hands. Pain explodes in her chest as his grip cuts off air to her lungs, darkness slowly enveloping the edges of her vision. Azuryl thrashes wildly on the cold floor, reaching out with desperate fingers for anything that might help her break free... but it's already too late. Her body grows weaker and weaker until at last the light fades from her eyes and she collapses limply into the assassin's grasp.
The world around her fades to black, silent but for the distant echo of her final, choked-off breath...
Her grip loosens as her last breath escapes her lungs, and the assassin presses his advantage, crushing her windpipe with brutal force. Darkness begins to consume her vision as she struggles desperately for air, but it's already too late; he is far too strong... Her limbs go lax, and pain explodes through her body as the life is abruptly forced from it.
With a final gasp, Azuryl falls limply to the floor beside the assassin, her eyes glassy and lifeless. A chilling silence fills the chamber, broken only by the slow drip of blood from where she had impaled herself on his sword moments before...
After her movements have stopped completely, Kralen looks down Azuryl's sexy corpse in his arms with a wide grin of victory. He throws her sexy dead body on the bed, before yanking off her clothes, exposing her sexy smooth naked body beneath. He grins as his eyes admire her sexy voluptuous naked form, feeling his erection building.
Her cold blue eyes glaze over in death, their once sharp gaze now lifeless and empty. The assassin's heart beats wildly as he takes in her exposed form, his hands trembling with desire as he caresses the soft skin of her chest, pinching her nipples hard between his fingers. A shudder runs down his spine at the thought of what he has done, but it does little to quell the burning need that consumes him now.
Her pale skin gleams like porcelain in the dim light as she lays lifelessly on the bed, her body cold and still. The assassin's grin is one of twisted pleasure and satisfaction; it chills her even further, a shiver racing down her spine as if she were alive to feel it. His rough hands drag across her smooth flesh, ripping away the last vestiges of dignity she possessed, leaving her naked for his perverted gaze.
Her nude body laid out upon the bed, cold and lifeless. Kralen stands over her, his gaze roving hungrily across her features before settling on the most enticing parts: her full breasts, tight abs, smooth thighs... He can barely contain his arousal as he slowly strips off his own clothes, revealing a muscular frame that matches hers perfectly.
With a growl of lust, he climbs onto the bed and straddles Azuryl's hips, positioning himself at her entrance. Her skin is cool against his flesh, sending shivers down his spine as he thrusts roughly inside her, claiming what he believes to be his victory prize. She feels tight and warm around him, more alive than she has any right to be; he loses himself in the sensation, pounding into her with a brutal desperation that leaves them both gasping for air.
Her lifeless body jerks beneath him, and for a moment he thinks she might still have some fight left in her. But no... it's only the aftershocks of his previous attack. He grins sadistically as he continues to thrust into her, using her body as though it were nothing more than his own personal plaything.
His erection presses against her slick folds, demanding entry; the tip brushes past her virgin flesh, teasingly close but not quite penetrating. He grips her hips tightly, feeling his strength surging through him as he prepares to claim what is rightfully his. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside of Azuryl's yielding warmth, the cold feel of her flesh against his flushed cheeks a stark contrast that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through his veins.