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The cool air of the throne room whispered past the onyx columns, thick with the rich aroma of dark ambition. Zaide reclined leisurely upon her ebony throne, the sleek black latex leggings clinging to her form. She idly twirled a strand of her lighter brown hair, streaked with playful pink highlights, her gaze dancing across the golden form that knelt beside her.

"Dream," her voice was smooth as silk, tinted with an undercurrent of wicked delight, "to think you once thought yourself equal to me."

Her fingers traced along the latex-clad contour of Dream's head, her dragoness’s visage hidden behind a gasmask that breathed out entrancing vapors. Zaide’s pink eyes glinted with a cruel humor, her lips curving in a smug grin. The purplish glow of her gloves illuminated their faces, casting a menacing hue on the submissive dragoness.

"Yes, Mistress," Dream murmured, her response muffled by the gasmask, eyes concealed by a glowing pink visor. Her large, golden wings folded over her back like a cape, stirring slightly under Zaide's touch.

The lynx reveled in her control, the tangible, seductive allure of power. "So much might and majesty, but your wings simply could not help you."

"You were a tempest, Dream," she continued, her voice low, "and now you kneel. And why?" Zaide's pink gaze landed on her own gloved hand. The source of her power, the tech-infused gloves that allowed her the luxuries of mind control and reality warping. A power that was rightfully hers, she reminded herself. A power that brought this dragoness to her knees.

Her eyes shifted back to Dream, her dragoness clad in a black latex bodysuit, a contrast to her golden scales. Pink latex high heel boots added to her allure, an enchanting blend of strength and servitude.

"Because I found my right spot in life," Dream replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Docility laced her words, her obedience absolute.

Zaide's smug grin widened, a sardonic laughter spilling from her lips. "That you did, my dear," she affirmed, a wicked gleam in her eyes. The thrill of control, the satisfaction of seeing the once mighty cowed, it was intoxicating.

"Now, my golden pet," she purred, stroking Dream's blonde hair, "I have a task for you."

Dream's visor brightened momentarily, a silent signal of her attentiveness.

"Go find me Stormwave," Zaide ordered, her tone nonchalant, as if asking for a cup of tea. "I believe it's time for a new addition to my collection."

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All hail Zaide.
All hail Zaide.
All hail Zaide.

Description

The cool air of the throne room whispered past the onyx columns, thick with the rich aroma of dark ambition. Zaide reclined leisurely upon her ebony throne, the sleek black latex leggings clinging to her form. She idly twirled a strand of her lighter brown hair, streaked with playful pink highlights, her gaze dancing across the golden form that knelt beside her.

"Dream," her voice was smooth as silk, tinted with an undercurrent of wicked delight, "to think you once thought yourself equal to me."

Her fingers traced along the latex-clad contour of Dream's head, her dragoness’s visage hidden behind a gasmask that breathed out entrancing vapors. Zaide’s pink eyes glinted with a cruel humor, her lips curving in a smug grin. The purplish glow of her gloves illuminated their faces, casting a menacing hue on the submissive dragoness.

"Yes, Mistress," Dream murmured, her response muffled by the gasmask, eyes concealed by a glowing pink visor. Her large, golden wings folded over her back like a cape, stirring slightly under Zaide's touch.

The lynx reveled in her control, the tangible, seductive allure of power. "So much might and majesty, but your wings simply could not help you."

"You were a tempest, Dream," she continued, her voice low, "and now you kneel. And why?" Zaide's pink gaze landed on her own gloved hand. The source of her power, the tech-infused gloves that allowed her the luxuries of mind control and reality warping. A power that was rightfully hers, she reminded herself. A power that brought this dragoness to her knees.

Her eyes shifted back to Dream, her dragoness clad in a black latex bodysuit, a contrast to her golden scales. Pink latex high heel boots added to her allure, an enchanting blend of strength and servitude.

"Because I found my right spot in life," Dream replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Docility laced her words, her obedience absolute.

Zaide's smug grin widened, a sardonic laughter spilling from her lips. "That you did, my dear," she affirmed, a wicked gleam in her eyes. The thrill of control, the satisfaction of seeing the once mighty cowed, it was intoxicating.

"Now, my golden pet," she purred, stroking Dream's blonde hair, "I have a task for you."

Dream's visor brightened momentarily, a silent signal of her attentiveness.

"Go find me Stormwave," Zaide ordered, her tone nonchalant, as if asking for a cup of tea. "I believe it's time for a new addition to my collection."

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Drawn by
Colors by
Zaide is Ashkelling on FA

All hail Zaide.
All hail Zaide.
All hail Zaide.