(my depiction of 1001 Night)
Sheherazade moved uncomfortably on her pillows. The splendid and golden ornated furniture of the room met the design and luxury of her shackles.
'Yes, Mylord!' She bowed her head. 'But would you.. would grant me one wish?'
The prince tilted his head to one side. His eyes didn't tell a thing of what was going on under his scales. His huge hood was decorated with the finest jewelry, but it still stared at her like the living death. She wondered if the eyes on the hood were just paintings or original markings. Like a birthright, maybe...
Then the prince nodded, slightly. She would have missed it if she'd blinked, and with a brush of his tail-tip, he brushed the shackles off.
'It's magick!' she thought and rubbed her wrists and ankles. 'And he didn't even need to hear me speak, he just knew from my thoughts and eyes what I was going to wish for...'
'So. Now that you are feeling more comfortable... tell me how the story goes on.'
Sheherazade sighed and nodded, then she shrieked and jumped a bit as the prince's huge body slithered underneath her and lifted her up, gently but oh so powerfull... she shivered in anxiety and anticipation, but still it made her break out in sweat and lick her lips... The gazing look of his eyes tranquilized her and made her underestimate the Prince. The smooth and vivid movement of his tongue was the only thing that made her aware, that this huge, massive, muscular thing was able to move as quickly as thunder and lightening.
She stared at him in amazement and tried to make herself comfortable on his body as his tail-tip brushed gently and faintly over her veil.
'Tell me, Sheherazade.' His voice was a powerfull whisper from his thorat, and speaking didn't cause him to open his mouth not to stop the movement of his tonuge. She nodded, gathering her strength, forced herself to smile while her heart was bumping and she was getting aroused.
'What is it that makes me tremble...' she thought. 'It isn't only fear, it's far more than that.'
And she rised her head but lowered her eyes and began to speak: 'Now, where did we stop yesterday, Mylord? Ah yes! At the oasis, right? So... '
And she told on and on the story how she had done for so many nights now. And she knew it wouldn't end this night, either. If the story would end, so would er life, decapitated in the yard of this palace, her pure blood decorating the blue pattern on the floor... So she went on and made up the story, trembling in fear but also feeling the heat of her heart and desires rising in her. Her well-shaped bottom rested on the cold skin of the prince's body... and she went on and on and on...
Finally finished! *_* My brain and hands and arms are aching! But I am proud. ^_^
This should have been my entry for the cover art contest for this year's Eurofurence... but i was too slow and scared, and thus I wasn't able to finish it in time.
Now it is my last finished piece for the art show and I am really happy with it!
I love that Naga and I hate him... coloring his scales in every details cost more time than the whole other things in the image! +_+