It was a rather rainy night in the forests below the Huviltin Volcano, the only volcano that erupted ice as opposed to magma, big, heavy droplets of rain pouring down and soaking the ground in a slick sheet of water, and deafening peals of thunder booming around everywhere. During this massive storm, a incredibly scrawny and emaciated dragon of the Sugar Dragon breed, slipped and fell into the growing amount of mud, the drake blinded by the pouring rain as he tried to walk through the mud, exhaustion clearly on him as his weakening pace faltered.

The dragon's name was Xyuvar. Having been far too young to remember his parents, he was taken in and sculpted by the Slave Traders of the Galbraith Empire, and made unappealing in both status and appearance to many drakkas, as his scales were made a pale shade of green, with splotches of an equally unattractive pale orange scattered all over him, his horns shaved down to the base, and his wings torn to useless ribbons. With nary a soul to inform him of his true heritage, he grew up a wandering slave, working tirelessly for master after master, treated as property, like all slaves were, often being fired by said masters for one pointless reason after another.

Xyuvar's most recent master, Socureth, a particularly uppity and temperamental Fire Dragon with his whole body covered in coal black scales, had fired him two months prior due to having hired a band for Socureth's birthday party that was known for making tunes and ballads that mocked Socureth's temper. As punishment, Socureth not only kicked Xyuvar from his employ, but sentenced him to wander the earth to starve until he either found a new master, or dropped dead from starvation. Like a dog, he obeyed. But no sooner had he begun to carry out his sentence, a subtle, kind, whispering voice sounded in his mind, gesturing that he find a new master in the northwest, far from the territory of the Galbraith Empire.

He could have ignored the mysterious thoughts, even dismissed them. But something about its statement that he'd find a new master gave Xyuvar the first inklings of hope in his life. And so, for two months he pursued the voice, obeying Socureth's words to not eat anything, leading up to this night where he collapsed under a white raspberry bush. Unable to walk any farther in the mud and pouring rain, the poor exhausted drake closed his eyes, thinking that death was about to come and take him, unaware of fate, and the noble, corpulent, well endowed, and gluttonous drakka that dwelled in the volcano, the dragoness who had summoned him here, having much bigger, grander, more romantic, and more wholesome plans in store...

You have liked this post!

Nyezemnoy Korolova hurried down from her 'humble' abode. Well, that was what she called it. To her friends. And her enemies. When she was being sarcastic. Or nice! Or weird. Or anything, really. She tugged her water-proof seal-skin (bought from realms far-away) closer to her large form, the robe hugging her curves and making her a little warmer. Nyezemnoy shivered slightly, thinking of what it would be like to homeless. Thinking of what it would like to be a slave.

She shook her head, slightly, pushing those horrid thoughts out of her mind. She had recieved word that a slave had arrived on her lands several days ago. Was he the slave whom she had summoned?

Nyezemnoy ran a little faster, cursing her short legs and her huge domain. She could feel the life force from the dragon fading - something that was unique only to her. She arrived at a large, open balcony and launched into the air, soaring high above the volcano which she called home. By chance, Nyezemnoy glanced down at a particularly muddy area, and saw a strange green blob. She dropped down a little, trying to get a closer look at the blob. Upon landing, Nyezemnoy realised that the blob was, in fact, a dragon. And an ugly one at that.

Yet she felt bad for the blob. He - for he was clearly a male - was primarly green, with blotched orange spread across his fragile form. He had no horns, and his wings were practically non-existent. Poor creature, she thought. He can't even fly! A form of pity (mixed with something more) flitted across her mind. So she picked him up and flew back to her volcano, struggling with even his minute weight.

You have liked this post!

Xyuvar's breath heaved as the corpulent dragoness picked him up, the strength of the grab knocking the wind out of him, and temporarily bringing him back to lucidity. He looked upon the corpulent face of the dragoness holding him up, before passing out once more, his unconscious slumber keeping him out like a light for the many hours Nyezemnoy would be pumping energy into him...

You have liked this post!

Nyezemnoy landed heavily on the open-air balcony, screeching for help. Several muscular drakes came running, slipping slightly on the wet stone floor. One particularly large drake with bulging muscles siezed the unconcious male from Nyezemnoy's arms, carrying him inside. Nyezemnoy, allowing herself a brief moment's rest, quickly followed behind the small crowd, directing them to the nearest bathing room. With instructions to find the healer, she turned on the tap, steaming water flowing into the large tub. She ordered the unconscious male to be placed in the tub and promptly poured several oils with healing powers into the tub with him, scrubbing the mud from his frozen body. the healer arrived, and Nyezemnoy stepped away, allowing the healer to do their work.

(Am I being too controlling of your character? Lmk if I am.)

You have liked this post!

(No, you're fine. He can't do much right now due to his delirium, anyway.)

Xyuvar moaned in pain as he felt the male's claws scrubbing him and washing him down in the massive pool Nyezemnoy called her personal bathtub, unused to such a rough touch. He drifted in and out of consciousness, blinking blearily and catching minor glimpses of servants scrubbing him, someone massive applying intense amounts of healing magic into his body, and several healers aiding the massive one. Yet he couldn't exactly piece these events together, thinking them a dream. His last dream before drifting off into the eternal slumber of death...

You have liked this post!

Nyezemnoy was pushed out of the sauna-like bathing room as more and more dragons began bustling in and out. She returned to her rooms sulkily, opening up a door to reveal another, more luxurious bathing room than the last one. Nyezemnoy stepped under the warm water, washing away the mud, the chill in her bones, and the strange feeling that she had felt since meeting the strange blob.
A knock sounded at her bathroom door. She stepped out of the water and opened the door, revealing a small under-healer. "Chief said that he'll be fine, but he needs good food and a warm bed," said the girl, her voice high and reedy. Chief was the Chief Healer, thought Nyezemnoy.
Nyezemnoy nodded, ushering the young healer out of her rooms. She quickly dried her body and ran back to where the blob was, telling Chief that he should take her bed. Chief nodded, and so the blob was brought to Nyezemnoy's rooms, where he was tucked into bed.
Nyezemnoy went to the kitchens, where she watched as a soupy broth was prepared for the blob. She licked her lips and made herself a hot drink, then sat at a window and pondered the days events.

You have liked this post!

After a while, at around the time Nyezemnoy arrived in the room alongside a servant with the soup, Xyuvar arose from his slumber, still feeling weak. He looked around, blinking blearily to adjust his sight, and saw that he wasn't outside in the pouring rain, but instead, in a bedroom clearly made for someone much bigger than the growth stunted Sugar Dragon, as well as someone much more wealthy and feminine. From the practically mountainous bed that felt like he was in the platform of an aircraft carrier to the massive jewelry boxes, scale, and snack fridges, it was clear that the dragoness who lived here lived in opulence and luxury, of a sort that no noble could ever acquire in their lifetime... could... he have stumbled upon the lair of Nyezemnoy Korolova, known to some dragon pantheons as the Goddess of Love/Lust, Sorcery, Wealth, Fertility, Beauty, and Gluttony, he wondered.

He shook his head in derision at himself for thinking such a thing. There was no way that was possible unless he was dead, right???

You have liked this post!

"He is awake!" The cry jerked Nyezemnoy from her dreamless sleep. She stretched, cracked her back, and stiffly stood up from the window seat. "Shit," she muttered, glancing down at the wooden windowsill. There was a water mark! She growled, but knew that there was more important things at stake then a bloody windowsill.

She seized the cup and took it to the nearest kitchen, then trudged to her room. There she saw the blob, lying in her bed, glancing around the room with wild eyes and shaking his hornless head.

"Hello," she yawned. "I'm Nyezemnoy, but you probably already knew that. What's your name?" Nyezemnoy cocked her head, as if listening to something. "Are you Xyuvar?"

Nyezemnoy rubbed her eyes, glancing down at her scales. They seem a little dull, she thought. I probably need to polish them soon. She realised that she was glowing a little, and tried to cover up her luminescent scales. Best not to scare the poor little blob. He had been through enough already.

You have liked this post!

As soon as she walked into the room in all her glory, Xyuvar gulped in fear. He couldn't believe his eyes. The portly curves of the dragoness made her look especially pleasing to the eye, complimented by her exotic variety of blues, with teal for her eyes that were speckled with gold, patches of luminescent blueish teal on her ribs and throat that accentuated and hugged the massive bosoms that resided on her brisket. A few tints of purple also darkened the blues of her top area, including the tips of the domes of her buttocks. There was no denying who this dragoness was. The gluttonous goddess of Lust herself, Nyezemnoy Korolova...

As the goddess asked what his name was before confirming it to be Xyuvar, the slave nodded meekly.
"Yes... I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to trespass on your temple grounds..." Xyuvar said, begging the goddess for mercy even as the soup and a platter of cake was provided to the scrawny slave.

You have liked this post!

Nyezemnoy laughed, a deep, rolling sound. "Sweetie, don't be sorry! I called you here! Didn't you feel a pulling, a calling to be here?" She moved to sit next to him, the bed creaking under her weight. "And this isn't a temple, this is just my home!"

She picked up a small piece of cake and put it near his mouth. "Eat. Now."

You have liked this post!

Xyuvar nodded shyly as she asked him if he had felt a force pulling him to here, before hearing the bed creak from the dragoness' great weight as she nudged a slice of cake his way, asking him to eat. Knowing it rude to reject the command of a god or goddess, Xyuvar gingerly began to eat...

You have liked this post!

Nyezemnoy sighed. Clearly the blob was too afraid of her to say no. She stood from the bed and walked over to her dresser, trying on different jewelry. She had visitors coming that night - actually, soon. "Xyuvar, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you like. But please know, once you are healed and capable of working you will work for me to pay off my services to you. Don't worry - you will recieve high wages, food, and lodging while you stay here - but because of the extensive care you will be required to stay for a minimum of three months."

She trundled over to a window carved out of the volcano's side and sat down. Nyezemnoy really didn't want to meet with the Chancellor, the dragon who had raised her since she had hatched. She hadn't seen him for several decades, and wasn't too excited - he was a wonderful drake, but he looked down on her way of dealing with commoners. She knew that she would have to put on something nice, and constricting - something to hide her size and make her seem smaller than she was. A corset, perhaps, painted to match the color of her scales? She would have to call a maid and go into her wardrobe to put it on.

Hmm...

You have liked this post!

"Y... Yes, mistress..." Xyuvar said submissively as one of the many incantations the Slave Traders placed on him when they were finished training him for servitude activated. This particular one was a sign of ownership, of being bound to a master, male or female. Shackles made of bronze formed around his haunches, foreankles, and neck, showing to Nyezemnoy the fact that when she said that he'd have to work for her to pay off the services she was giving him, this curse translated it into her claiming ownership over him. Xyuvar kept gingerly eating, only having enough stomach capacity to have a single bowl of soup and one slice of cake, and for a dragon as scrawny as him, that was pushing it.

Xyuvar noticed that the goddess was skimming through her jewelry to find something that would make her seem slimming, which he thought was odd for a goddess dedicated to overeating to be doing.

You have liked this post!

Bronze chains suddenly appeared around Xyuvar's body. Frowning, Nyezemnoy asked him what these were for. "Why are you chained?" Her musical voice was filled with confusion, making it lilt and dance.

She turned from her clothing and knelt next to him, desperately trying to remove the chains. "Why won't they come ioff?" Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of her failure- what had she done wrong?

You have liked this post!

Xyuvar looked at the goddess of sorcery, baffled a little at how she couldn't smell the sorcery around his chains.
"It... It's not your fault, mistress... this happens when a dragon... or dragoness... claims me as their slave... any way they phrase it, the magic of Galbraith's Slave Traders... register it as a genuine claim of a dragon claiming ownership over me... when you said... that I'd have to work for you... to pay for the services you gave me in my recovery... you were... in effect... naming me as your slave... so I am bound to you through service now." Xyuvar said submissively and honestly, bowing his head to her in resignation to his fate.

You have liked this post!