Monster girl Yuri

Dragonewt x reader

Hi y'all. Been a long time hasn't it?

Haven't felt inspired in ages to write something for this, but I've been feeling it a bit again, so here's a new story. I'm hoping I can get some other ones out soon, but no promises. I've also cleaned up this book a bit, getting rid of some non-story chapters that were no longer relevant.

I'm also going to be putting some of the stories in this book on ao3 and tumblr I think. If so, I'll probably re-edit the stories in question, so if you get notifications this book's been updated in the future but there's no new chapters, that's probably what happened. Anyway, now for the story:

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Once upon a time, the kingdom of Tartaria had been the wealthiest on the continent. Its miners delved deep into the mountains, extracting the rich stores of gems and precious metals the earth had hidden under her stony veil. Its artisans achieved the peaks of achievement in their trades, great marvels of beauty and engineering that made all the kingdom's neighbors look on in envy and awe. And its armies marched with the best armor and weapons the world had seen in centuries. Tartaria had been well under way to conquering the whole continent, country after country falling before its armies' advance.

Until they delved too deep.

It had been a miner who uncovered it first. Ancient bones, caught in stone, that once belonged to some great saurian beast. Its teeth like spears, its scales like shields, with great wings that could have blocked out the sun when it was alive.

The supervisor had been summoned, then the superintendent in charge of the mines, then the local priests, and soon the king himself with his court mages and scholars came to gape at the strange sight.

Carelessly, the king reached out his hand, laden with gold rings as was the custom among Tartaria's foremost citizens, and brushed it across the bone. And in its millennia-long slumber, a great reptilian mind sensed gold for the first time in a long, long while.

Thus the dragons reawakened, and mighty Tartaria, the golden crown of the mountains, fell into ruin. With its once proud cities despoiled, their sons and daughters fled to neighboring lands and their riches were piled high in mountain caves as beds on which the great drakes could slumber.

Since then, Tartaria had been left a wasteland. Traders avoided it and settlers did not go there, fearing the tyranny of the dragons. The surrounding kingdoms thought it best to avoid poking the bear, and wisely kept their armies and flags to themselves, sending their conquering sons elsewhere.

But humans did not avoid the region entirely. Occasionally, foolhardy "adventurers" (read: criminals and mercenaries in between jobs) would creep into the region, hoping to find some leftover treasure the dragons had overlooked. Other times, proud young knights, desperate to prove their valor or to win the object of their affections, would ride forth to slay one of the fell beasts.

Your lady was one of those knights.

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"How long do you think they'll be in there?"

You looked up from where you'd been taking a nap in the sun to see Argul idly poking the egg she was cooking in a pan.

When the dragons had come, most of the Tartarians had fled the region or died defending what was theirs. But a select few had opted to stay and pledge their allegiance to the new lords of the region. Either individually, or as small cults or societies, they swore loyalty to a particular dragon in return for protection and the permission to keep living in the region unmolested, in an arrangement not unlike that between lords and their vassals back in your home country. For their part, the dragons thought it rather useful: it was always convenient to have some minions and servants running around, and they rather liked being fawned over.