Chapter 1 attempt/rough draft

Okay, I'm rusty as FUCK with my prose(also no illustration for now. I'll save that for if I know I like this format) I just felt like trying my hand at it; it was always fun to dabble in, and this might be an easier way for me to get this story to you guys... So just let me know if this is trash or not. I haven't written anything like this in a REALLY long time. 

I'm being totally serious here; if this isn't any good, then I'll find another way to present this story. I don't want this to be lackluster, so if my writing isn't up to snuff (like I suspect it is), then PLEASE let me know. I don't want to compromise the quality of my storytelling just for the sake of getting it out faster; that wouldn't be fair to you guys.

Chapter 1: Courtship

 “Any child of royal blood whose locks are shorn by blade or claw with a heart unkindled by the flames of passion shall be cursed with despair for as long as her soul is bound to the mortal world.” The intonation was hollow; no more meaningful than the words to any hearthcradle rhyme, but Jade spoke them anyways. She stood, waist-deep in the bath, the liquid gold rippling gently in the silent twilight, amber light spilling carelessly over the distant mountains and covering her fair kingdom from end to end.
    “Your father was serious about that, then?” The husky voice from behind and above wasn't as contemptuous as Jade has expected. She turned her head away from the view over the opulent balcony and over her shoulder at the hulking mass of a woman who stood behind her. Smoke, she had called herself; a war hero from a neighboring kingdom who had been given title and station by King Gilder. Smoke was possessed of an unconventional beauty that Jade found quite... striking; Ten feet tall, with sleek scales that belied her namesake, and a shock of black hair chopped short in an unceremonious fashion. She was a mountain of muscles; her arms were as thick around as Jade's waist, the rippling shapes so crisp and taut Jade would have mistaken them for stone if they did not heave and shift and contract with each tiny motion the woman made.
    “I know it is an old superstition. I put no faith in its truth myself, but as a tradition it has a sort of poetry.” She reached up and brushed her fingers across her cheek, pushing a few stray silver strands away from her eyes as she turned her naked body to face her suitor. “It is merely a guide by which I can measure my heart.”
    “Your father wasn't lying about your tongue either. Silver as the hair on your head.” Smoke leaned forward, her hand reaching up, the black claw at its tip catching a lock of the excessively long hair and drawing it forward, the ghostly pale strands gliding around it as she moved her finger forward. Jade had leaned back with the other woman's motions, the small of her back resting against the edge of the bath now, she looked up at the imposing figure, smiling a little as their bodies came closer together.
    “You flatter me~” She teased, lifting a hand out of the water and brushing across the other woman's body, fingers tracing the chiseled forms of Smoke's stomach, up to the impressive swell of her breasts, which hung heavy upon her otherwise very... masculine body. She almost failed to suppress the shudder that rose up her neck at the thought. Best not to dwell on how much Smoke resembled one of those pelts, else she might say something that the entire castle would regret.
    “I apologize your highness, but I am a simple-scaled woman. I was raised without the benefit of a noble's education, so you must forgive me if the obvious is lost upon me...” Smoke's hand mirrored Jade's action, rising to caress her slender, willowy waist, palm pressing against the princess's much smaller chest with obvious intent, “But what possessed you to take me on as a suitor?”
    Jade had been dreading this question since she and Smoke had exchanged their first pleasantries. “I was told of your deeds by my father.” She lied, “I was... enthralled.” She bit her tongue from speaking further, lest the mistruth become too weighty to balance.
    “I may not see the poetry in your 'superstition' as you call it, but I can see it in the marriage of a princess to a knight.” Smoke giggled, inching closer as they made their small talk, the inevitable ignored by both for now in the name of propriety. This was a proper, civilized courting after all; just rutting like a couple of pelts moments after meeting simply wouldn't do.
    That was quite enough, however, Jade had decided. She moved her hand from its position against Smoke's chest down beneath the water. She again was barely able to suppress the gasp that rose in her throat as she touched the veritable log that hung in the water between them. Even flaccid, Smoke was thick enough that Jade's fingers wouldn't touch while gripping that monster; She had seen the other woman's body in full when they had entered the bath, but to touch it was another thing entirely.
     “What say we dispense with the formalities now, hmm?” Jade felt her cheeks heating up, shifting from emerald to aquamarine as she squeezed Smoke's member beneath the water, her own shaft rising to the occasion quite rapidly. As unkindled as her heart may be by the gruff soldier, her body could not help itself from reacting when she pressed her palm against that massive shaft. A grin split Smoke's black lips, revealing an uncannily perfect row of white teeth, fitted together like a zipper.
    “Thought you'd never ask, your highness.”
    Jade's length paled in comparison to Smoke's as they both stiffened beneath the surface of the pool. Jade swallowed audibly as she looked down, seeing the other woman's generous endowment at its proudest now. Nearly half as long again as her arm from fingertip to elbow, and thicker around than her thigh... and yet Smoke would make no use of it this evening. Of that, Jade was already sure.
    Jade's stunned silence was interrupted abruptly as Smoke's massive hand ran up the length of her neck, cupping behind Jade's cheek and pulling her forward, aggressively shoving her lips into the princess's. Brutish, unpolished, and crass; Jade had received more titillating kisses from her sister. She sighed and tried to make herself act like she enjoyed it; lifting her arms to drape over Smoke's massive, bulging shoulders, fingers running through that choppy black hair in what she hoped was a convincingly passionate fashion, she squeezed out a few moans and sighs in an attempt to maintain the facade as Smoke refused to release the liplock.
    Jade felt rough, calloused fingers suddenly grabbing at her shaft, tugging and stroking at it in a very plainly unpracticed fashion. She bucked her hips in shock, Slowly relaxing and attempting merely to move in a fashion that mitigated the discomfort that Smoke's clumsy hand was causing as it yanked up and down the princess's erection. She herself attempted to reciprocate, but both hands together simply weren't enough to cover the entirety of that terrifyingly long cock.
    It was only when Smoke released Jade's cock and slipped her hand beneath, palm cradling her testes gently and finger teasing the lips beneath in a much more practiced manner that Jade finally pulled herself away from the kiss, one hand draped over the hulking soldier's shoulder, the other palming the head of Smoke's third leg. Despite Smoke's fingers doing the first competent thing they'd done since the two had met, Jade forced herself to ignore the fact that she was actually feeling pleasure in order to speak out.
    “Not so fast, my dear suitor~” She tutted, waggling a finger before Smoke's nose. “You are playing the wife tonight, remember?” She tried to keep herself from looking too pleased at the disappointment on the other woman's face. “Now turn around and lift your tail.” Jade made a little stirring motion with her finger as though to encourage the other woman to comply.
    And comply she did. Jade smirked as the ten-foot wall of muscle and scales stood and turned around, looking over her shoulder and raising her thick, massive tail out of the water, breaking its shimmering golden surface like some ancient sea serpent, holding it as straight up in the air as she could, bending forward a bit and presenting her hindquarters to the princess in a primal sign of submission.
    Jade stood and placed her hands, small as a child's compared to Smoke's enormous body, at her well-muscled waist and pulled herself up against the other woman's back. Jade was only just tall enough to press her nose against the edge of Smoke's shoulder; just peering over the edge to meet the other woman's eyes as she thrust her hips forward, feeling the other drake's lips parting for her cock.