Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!

While I'm childishly sobbing, the dragon is neatly unweaving my old pigeon-colored ribbon. She rolls it up into a small skein and puts it on a beautiful table to which a mirror is attached. I have never seen such amazing furniture before. Even Danko's mother has a modest bedroom. It's strange that Danko's parents sleep in different bedchambers. Probably, like those young wives, they also don't enjoy love joys of family life or maybe she didn't like her first wedding night so much too...

"I shouldn't have ripped the dress, forgive me," the dragon girl mouthes. She's sitting on her knees: beautiful, bare, and dumbfounded.

"Of course, you shouldn't have done that," I scream, still crying bitterly. I lie helplessly on my back, covering my eyes with one hand, the other one is still gripping the bedsheets. How did they not get covered with dust in so many years of the dragon's absence? "This was my only summer sarafan and blouse! I'm not some boyarinya who has dozens of expensive dresses in her chests! I gave my old one to Zabava: I can't just take it back! Such rich as you do not understand people like me! You easily took and tore what my father brought from the capital's market specially for me, and my mother had been pricking her fingers for several nights in a row to make me a gift for my... " I wanted to say 'for my engagement', but I fell silent.

"I will buy you thousands of regal dresses. Thousands! Silk, brocade, lace... Do you want oriental overseas shoes for your dress with pointed toes, embroidered with gold threads and inlaid with diamonds? Just don't cry!"

The naked dragon jumps out of the bed and opens the chest at its foot; she begins to take out beautiful materials: red as barberry berries, green as young unripe apples, yellow as dandelions, blue as chicory flowers.

"How do you like this dress?" She shows me something unusually thin like a spider's gossamer. The dress is long and appears to be translucent; blue silk looks like a cornflower petal. "Try it on!"

"Turn away!" I say, blushing red. The dragon laughs but does what I asked.

"Is this a nightgown?" I ask naively. I have never worn anything like it. My clothes have always been rough and solid: it's better this way: they'll linger, and I can give them to Zabava later. My slightly tanned skin (I worked many hours in the field and in the kitchen garden this summer) seems to just perfectly match the blue material. I gently run my hands over the delicate surface, not believing that clothes can be so soft, light, and unusually comfortable.

"You are so beautiful," the dragon says, and I blush. Danko often said that I was beautiful, but I didn't like it. He seemed to be talking about some nonsense. But when she says it... it feels like butterflies are flitting in my tummy.

"It's just a pretty dress, not me," I mutter in an embarrassed voice.

"I bought this dress for myself to go to the engagement ball of young Buyana and tsar Svyatozar," the dragon says dreamily.

"Maybe you, western princesses and kings, walk in shameful clothes, but I don't believe that tsar Svyatozar the Wise would let you come to his Holy Engagement with Benefactress Buyana. Wait... that was five hundred summers ago... ohhh... wait!" I start to stutter.

"No dirty hints about my age, girl! I'm still a very young damsel!" The dragon quickly takes me under my armpits and circles the room in a strange dance with me from which, I again begin to have a pleasant sensation between my legs. Finally, she stops, not even out of breath, and looks at me, "You should have seen what the guests were doing with their 'shameful places', that weren't covered at all, after the official wedding ceremony! And in what transparent dress the happy bride herself was, and, most importantly, what I was doing under her dress! Mmmmmm... She was really 'benefactressing'..."

I frown, still unable to believe her, but she does not give me time to think, as she gently kisses me on the lips making me tremble. "Those were the timessss! The dragon always hassss аn alleged right to have love intercourse with a bride on her first wedding night."

I swallow. I really heard something like that from the old narratrix women who, sometimes, come to our village.

"I still have this right according to your tsarstvo official lawsss."

"I will never marry Danko, anyways! So, no first night with my husband; you dishonored me." I'm smiling so radiantly now as if I haven't cried at all.

"What a shame. So, I have to eat your pussy up to allay the anxiety of parting with your fiancé."

"Eat my what? Don't eat my cat! She is old and nice, and she catches mice, and my younger sister loves her!"

I look at the dragon: she sits on the very beautiful table with her mouth wide open, shining with pleasure and delight as if I have just said the most entertaining thing in the world

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