Madeline Halbrook's carefully poised hands trembled with anxiety as she clutched her teacup and saucer. The young princess Vandavia stared at her coyly, elegantly sipping at her own herbal brew. "What's the matter, Miss Halbrook, doesn't the chamomile soothe your nerves?" taunted the royal heir. Madeline fearfully cringed at the worsening implications of Vandavia's mood. Xithrax impetuously snorted to her left, making the etiquette instructor gasp and spill a splash of tea across her delicate, lace blouse. "O-oh my, h-how clumsy of me. This is a... a good opportunity to give a lesson on how a proper lady conducts a graceful exit to clean-up, after such a turn of events," Madeline said stoically, slowly rising from her chair, and delicately dabbing at her blouse with a silk handkerchief. "Sit." Vandavia commanded, seemingly uninterested in this particular lesson.
Halbrook wondered how it all had come to this, as she carefully sat back down at the small tea table, trying to read her inscrutable, young liege's seemingly-sweet features. The famous etiquette, poise, and hospitality teacher had initially enjoyed a fantastic relationship with Vandavia. Madeline had heard the horrid rumors, true, but upon meeting the young princess, the grace instructor chalked them all up as treasonous sedition. At first, Madeline enjoyed her royal student's attentive, diligent demeanor as a student, surprised at how apt the heir to the Rastmarl throne proved at all matters of feminine, diplomatic conduct. But Madeline was caught off guard as Vandavia's attitude towards lessons increasingly soured into a spirit of thinly-concealed rebelliousness.
It started with the princess demanding her royal guardian be allowed to attend etiquette classes. The huge, yellow-scaled dragoness barely fit in the secluded courtyard garden where lessons were conducted. The gigantic, scaly creature immediately set Madeline on edge, as she remembered the grisly rumors that haunted the Rastmarl heir. It was no secret that the noble court had been hiring an exceedingly large number of tutors for the young successor's education. Rumor was, that none of the rejected instructors were ever heard from again, as it became clear that the noble court was having difficulty in securing a long-term tutor for the developing princess. With the female dragon, Xithrax, in attendance, Vandavia seemed more confident and smug in her dealings with Madeline.
The young princess would shift her attitude on a whim, demanding Halbrook treat her candidly, like an intimate friend. Then, Vandavia would abruptly grow furious at Madeline for stepping past her station as a commoner. The young Rastmarl exalted in lording her noble privileges over Madeline, constantly interrupting classes to demand absurd demonstrations of fealty to the imperial crown. To make matters worse, every time Vandavia's mood would sour, her dragon protector's attitude would grow ominously severe. Madeline slowly realized the princess was intentionally toying with the erstwhile instructor, needling and cajoling Halbrook's anxieties regarding the huge, winged reptile that obediently followed by the heir's side.
"Yes, human. Sit," the huge, scaly dragon agreed, Xithrax's booming, inhuman voice making the corners of Madeline's mouth twitch with fear. "Ah, yes. So, um, as 'Marygold's table principles' would dictate, it would be appropriate to--" but Vandavia sharply cut her off "It would be appropriate to request forgiveness from the highest-blooded patron at the table, and for a gentlemen to provide a covering coat to obscure the stain. I already read 'Marygolds', I read ahead for the whole year's reading list, it took me like, four days." Madeline visibly began to sweat, as she curtly nodded to the sitting young princess, who was sunken into the lavish ruffles of her extravagant royal dress. "What an avid and s-studious student you are becoming my liege! Most impressive, I have several more recommendations I could--" But Vandavia just cut Madeline off with another subtle hand gesture of authority.
"Y'know, I'm not sure that'll be necessary, Miss Halbrook. I've been meaning to talk to you about your continued retention at the royal estate." Madeline's gloved had squeezed her ceramic tea cup's handle almost hard enough to crack it, as the princess's voice took on a threatening tone. "I thinking I've learned just enough about 'courtly etiquette' as you've got to teach. I'm think it's time we terminated this little relationship of ours. I tire of your tutelage." The royal tutor tried to remain stoic, afraid to show fear in front of the leering dragoness and incensed princess. "I am deeply sorry for any deficiencies you may of noticed in my teaching style. I hope you were ah, able to glean a great deal from m-my instruction. I shall depart post-haste from your royal presence--" Madeline said hurriedly, as she tried to rise again, before the frumpy princess again waved her down.
"Oh you misunderstand, Miss Halbrook. Please, enjoy what remains of our tea time together. Finish your cup, it would be a shame for such an exquisite blend to go to waste." Vandavia said ominously, as Xithrax repeated the command "Sit, drink your tea. No sudden movements." Madeline's heart incessantly hammered under her laced, tea-stained blouse, as she sipped what remained of her chamomile, as slowly as possible. Her mind raced, as she tried to think of something, anything, to say. She knew she had to negotiate her way out of this tense situation. But before the courtly teacher could speak, the princess continued "Are you committed to serving the Rastmarl throne, Miss Halbrook?" Madeline struggled to process the question, nervously responding "Y-yes of course, I am an ever loyal subject, to the king... and y-you of course!" Vandavia nodded in response, continuing "Well, if you can't serve as my instructor, I'm wondering how best to utilize you for my soon-to-be inherited kingdom's benefit. Xithrax, do you have any ideas?"
Madeline quickly turned to the sinuous, hulking dragoness, regarding the huge reptile with increasing apprehension. Xithrax stared back at the small woman with far less nervousness, huge, slit-pupils appraising Halbrook like a piece of meat. The dragon female's bifurcated tongue flickered out to taste the scent of fear in the air, as Xithrax began to drool from the corners of her huge, scaly maw. "I can think of an invaluable service Miss Halbrook could render to our kingdom. Please, let me help you out of your soiled clothes." Before the etiquette instructor could even begin to complain, the dragon's scaled head shout out towards her. Halbrook nearly toppled over in her chair, but Xithrax's slimy, dexterous tongue shot out and rapidly curled around the panicked woman. Madeline tried to process the sudden horror of what was happening, as the dragon's wanton tongue insistently rucked and scrunched her delicate lace dress to slimy shreds.
Princess Vandavia giggled perversely as she watched yet another prim tutor struggling against Xithrax's uncompromising tongue. Xithrax seemed to be an expert at orally disrobing noble-figured women, quickly exposing Halbrook's pale, lithe body to the cool courtyard air. "P-please, what is the meaning of this? This is most improper!" Madeline squeaked out, as Xithrax finished using her reptilian tongue to undress the tutor. The voracious dragoness extended her scaly claw, forcing the petite instructor down onto the manicured, grass-covered ground. Madeline hysterically begged for answers "W-what is the meaning of this? What is your dragon going to do? You're a noblewoman yourself, you have more than enough power to stop this! Why are you allowing such a disgraceful act?!"
Xithrax's bifurcated tongue flicked out again, as the dragoness spoke "Queen Vandavia, shall I partake? I am ever so hungry to chase that delicious tea with a fine snack." Vandavia nodded. "Yes please, I think Miss Halbrook here, would make for a fitting contribution to my royal guardian's heft." With that, Xithrax began opening her huge, draconic maw wide, displaying the pink fleshy interior of her enormous gullet. The princess laughed as the tutor began squirming in terror "Oh no, don't worry. Xithrax won't bite you. My dragon enjoys her prey live and wriggling. Now, be still and silent, dragonfood, I want to enjoy the show." Xithrax used her tightly gripping claw to keep Madeline pinned down, as the dragoness slowly worked her spread jaws around the curve of the small woman's rump. Madeline's eyes bulged as she felt the massive reptile's giant, gulping mouth begin to close around her rear end. "A-ahhh! What are you doing?! Don't eat me! I-I'm a human!"
But Xithrax's long, scaly lips insistently crept further up Madeline's backside, until they met the exposed, creamy flesh of her thighs and upper back. The dragon skillfully gobbled up Madeline's lower torso, moving her molars and gums over the soft skin of the young woman's abdomen, as Vandavia watched the humiliating act with mounting delight. The dragoness's lubricating saliva dribbled down Madeline's legs, as Xithrax relentlessly forced Madeline to squeeze down further into her rippling throat, whole and alive.