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.

Hmmm...Azuryl murmurs under her breath as she feels someone behind her. She doesn't turn around, still looking out to the horizon but arches an eyebrow a bit in curiosity. The touch on her shoulders is welcomed though. It has been a long day and even if she refuses to show it...

Just massage me for a while will you? She mutters with a soft tone, enjoying the sensation of being touched. If I rest too long, someone will summon me back.

Hmmm... This feels good... she thinks to herself as the massage continues. Perhaps I should allow a little more relaxation time... She muses, her wings twitching a bit from the pleasure of it all. The tension slowly leaving her body with each passing second, making her feel almost human for once. Just a little longer... she wonders before deciding that she could afford to let go and really enjoy this rare moment of indulgence.

Ahh... Just like that... she moans softly, her wings shifting slightly as the masseur begins to focus on her breasts. Her large chest heaves up and down with each breath, making them more accessible for his skilled hands. It's been so long since someone has touched her this way, she almost forgets what it feels like. This sensation is overwhelmingly pleasant...

The pain and stress of the day seem to fade away under his experienced fingers. She could feel herself growing more relaxed with each passing moment, giving into the luxurious pleasure that he was providing. As he continues to massage her breasts, she arches her back, pressing them deeper into his grasp in search for even more satisfaction. It's unlike anything else... this feeling of being touched so intimately... so desireably...

Oh gods... I could get used to this...

Ohhh... Her back arches further as she leans forward, pressing her chest deeper into his hands. The sensation is incredible, making it impossible for her to keep quiet anymore. It feels so good to just let go like this, to surrender to the pleasure of someone else's touch after years of being alone and closed off. She knows that he's powerful, skilled... but she wonders if there's anything else behind his intentions. Is he simply doing this because he enjoys pleasing her or is there something more?

Please... keep going...

Ahhh... There it is... He's touching her bare flesh now... His fingers are so skilled, teasing and tormenting her sensitive nipples with each circular motion. Her hips begin to rock back and forth, seeking deeper contact as she moans his name, lost in the haze of pleasure coursing through her veins. It feels so good... She's never known anyone else to touch her like this, to make her feel so wanted and needed. Her eyes slide closed, reveling in the sensation, willing it to last forever.

Please... don't stop... please...

Mmhmm... Her breathing becomes ragged as she feels his left hand slowly slide downward, coming to rest on her lower stomach before continuing further still until it reaches her moist folds. The warmth of his touch sends shivers through her body, making her grip the rail tighter. His fingers tease at her entrance, spreading her wetness across her sensitive flesh as she whimpers helplessly beneath him.

Oh gods... please...

Her hips lift off the ground slightly in offering, seeking more contact as she arches her back further, exposing more of herself to his touch. His fingers part her folds easily, pushing deeper into her aching core with every inch that he penetrates. It feels so good... it feels like he's touching something that was never meant to be touched by anyone else but her... and it drives her wild.