Astra Is Elected

Reluctantly, Princess Astra dropped her sword and walked forward, swaying her hips seductively. Bravely, she did not stop till she was about eight feet away from the gragon. "Hello, Mr Dragon," she said, as she undid the buttons on her blouse. The dragon turned to look at her. She had no doubt that she had its full attention, as she saw its penis become erect, some three feet in length. She remembered that rumour had it that the dragon had once been a powerful human wizard; that probably explained its interest in her. Meanwhile, Fred and Velus were creeping round into position behind the dragon. She hoped they would get there before things got out of hand.

"Well hello, young lady," rumbled the dragon. "You seem to be perspiring." That was true enough. Facing a dragon tends to have that effect. "You are obviously feeling the heat." And the dragon breathed out a gout of flame a few feet to one side of her. Astra tried not to jump. "Perhaps you would feel cooler if you removed your blouse?" it suggested. It made it sound like a question, but Astra knew that it was a command. She slipped it over her head and dropped it to the ground. The dragon aimed a precisely accurate fiery breath at it, and it charred away to nothing. Whilst the brassiere proper would not be invented for many hundreds of years, under her blouse Astra was wearing something very similar to the top half of a bikini.

Round about now, Astra had the uncomfortable thought that perhaps Fred and Velus were deliberately taking their time. "Oh dear," said the dragon. You seem to be perspiring more than ever. Perhaps taking off your skirt would help?" Astra kicked off her shoes, and then undid the clasp on her skirt and dropped it to the ground. The skirt met the same fate as her blouse. She stood there in bikini top and panties, thinking: "Now, you bastards! Attack now!"

1. They did.
2. Still they delayed.

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