This is a story set in the universe of the "Branded Storyline" of the Yugioh card game. This expands through Fallen of Albaz and the archetypes Dogmatika, Tri-Brigade, Springans, Despia, Swordsoul, and Icejade. What this is about is Albion (Fallen of Albaz) essentially building a harem through mating with several female monsters from these archetypes. If I manage to write one chapter for each of the planned 6 chapters in total for the Branded Storyline, I will move on to doing more isolated One-Shots of Albion lemons with non-related archetypes/women and possibly take requests if anyone wants to.


Branded Knight of Albaz


Gold Golgonda, the Great Sand Sea. By day, a land scorched by the blazing sun. By night, a frosted landscape under the lone moon.

Albion was resting outside, amongst the many abandoned buildings scattered in the sandy sea, but he couldn't sleep. In boredom, he wandered around the structures without doing anything. It hasn't been long since his powers went out of control and transformed him into the Branded Dragon, resulting in a deadly battle with the Supreme Archserpent of Golgonda. A duel that left adrenaline still pumping within Albion's body, filling him with energy.

"Dragon, what are you up to?"

To the dragonling's surprise, someone was standing at the doorway of one of the abandoned buildings. A beautiful woman with long purplish hair and a glowing red iris, her left eye covered in a scar.

The Swordsoul of the Iris, formerly known as the teacher of Ecclesia, Fleurdelis. She was once the woman who reigned as the strongest knight in the Dogmatika Nation. After the betrayal of the nation and the reveal of the Despians, Fleurdelis fled and obtained new power.

The woman raised an eyebrow, "...What's wrong? It's rather late for an evening stroll?"

Albion grunted, "I couldn't sleep so I took a walk."

Albion had heard plenty of stories of the knight from his companion Ecclesia, but Albion is still a distrustful being. The Dogmatika Nation was full of insane cultists, so trusting one of their followers (particularly the one who struck him down as "Titaniklad") did little to ease his mind.

Fleurdelis stared at him, deep in thought. "Hmm...Now's a good time as any to talk to him directly."

The knight herself was suspicious of Albion, being a strange creature who rampaged with an unknown power. In his first transformation during their battle, Fleurdelis was nearly overwhelmed until she managed to finally defeat Titaniklad. It was a fight that remained like a scar in her memories.

However, Ecclesia seemed to have grown fond of him. As far as Fleurdelis knows, her surrogate little sister, who was worshiped as a saint within Dogmatika, had never become friends with a boy of the same age. Who was her teacher to immediately denounce whomever her trusted student took an interest in.

Fleurdelis nodded her head inside, "Well, then let's talk a little. Come here."

Albion glared but reluctantly followed her inside the building. He knew better than to disobey someone stronger than even his Dragonic Form, closing the door behind him as he entered.

Fleurdelis gestured forward, "Sit on the bed there."

Albion raised an eyebrow at the "bed", if it could even be called that. Rather than a mattress, it was a cloth on the ground surrounded by trash. Various empty bottles that once contained alcohol littered the area. Still, Albion sat all the same, the bottles audible rattling from his movement.

The knight had found those beverages in one of the buildings, left in perfect condition and she had gone ages without a drink. Despite her composure, Fleurdelis could feel the alcohol slightly dimming her senses. Thankfully Albion was none the wiser.

As Fleurdelis sat next to Albion, he couldn't help but notice her face. Originally it was covered by the helmet of her Dogmatika armor and later was obscured by the hat she now wears. Now though, the moonlight shining from a window revealed her appearance in full, the appearance of a beautiful and mature woman. Even Albion couldn't help but blush by how attractive she truly was.

"Wow..."

Albion started to fidget a bit, his hormones making his body throbbing as the knight was sitting close enough for their shoulders to touch. While the blonde saint Ecclesia was cute and often kept the dragonling's attention, Fleurdelis had a body so appealing to his primitive senses.

Her outfit perfectly framed her body, her wide hips and large bust being emphasized with the absence of her armor. The chest sizes of both Ecclesia and the Tri-brigade's youngest "Kit" were appropriate for their age but the breasts of the knight are incomparably plump compared to them.

Not noticing Albion's struggle to control himself, Fleurdelis asked, "So..about you and Ecclesia, there's something I wanted to ask abou-..."

The knight stopped, confusing Albion, "...eh?"

Fleurdelis was about to ask about the nature of Albion and Ecclesia's relationship, but her eye was drawn to the boy's lower body. His crotch had a noticeable bulge, a clear signal of Albion's arousal from the knight's presence.

It wasn't just that though, Albion's transformation into the Branded Dragon earlier in the day left more lasting effects. Namely, bestial instincts from his inner dragon. Urges to fight, to reign free...to mate and leave offspring. The last bit of instinct was getting increasingly hard to suppress being so close to Fleurdelis.

Noticing the knight eyeing his...display, Albion reflexively winced and prepared for an attack. He got flashbacks of their first battle when he was the Ashen Dragon, being struck down by powerful lightning. However, such an attack never came.

"...I see, so you do feel these kinds of emotions too, dragon?" Fleurdelis stared at Albion, making him blush in embarrassment. At least now she was sure that Albion wasn't some shell of a creature.

Fleurdelis blushed slightly, "Albion...Have you ever done this with Ecclesia?"

Albion sputtered in surprise, "Wha- No! Of course not! I've never-..."

The dragonling was interrupted as Fleurdelis reached and felt up Albion's crotch with her beautiful white fingers. Her eye widened as she felt the size and hardness of his member through his clothing. Normally she would never do something this inappropriate but the alcohol in her system mixed with the alluring dragonic scent seeping from Albion was affecting her sense of judgment. She actually hadn't been able to relieve tension like this in many years, an act frowned upon by the high priests of Dogmatika.

Despite their history, Fleurdelis couldn't help but find Albion handsome himself. Not only that though, but their battle before did give her an exciting challenge which she hadn't had since she had taken up the mantle of Dogmatika's sacred knight.

"Let me help you then..."

Fleurdelis slowly put her hand inside Albion's pants and pulled his clothes down, leaving his naked body bare save for some of his upper garments. Albion didn't protest, feeling helpless to the raging hormones driving his body. The dragonling's member stood erect, surprising Fleurdelis with its size and bulk.

The knight gulped in anticipation, "I see you're excited."

With one hand, she reached and began stroking Albion's firm manhood. The obscene sound and feeling of his cock getting rubbed further aroused Albion who moaned in surprise and pleasure as his fear melted away.

Fleurdelis began to rub faster, the dragonling flinching as the pleasure started to become overwhelming. The Dragon, the mental manifestation of his instincts within him, was being appeased, satisfied with the offering the knight was gifting him.

Albion grunted, "It's-...It's cumming."

Perhaps it was because of how forceful Fleurdelis was pleasuring him, maybe it was because of how pent up the dragonling was over the past few months, or maybe even The Dragon was to blame for heightening his body. Whatever it was, the accumulation of pleasure burst from Albion and splattered onto the woman's face and chest. The sticky fluid dripped down her body as she froze in surprise, not expecting the amount of fluid that surged from the boy.

As Albion was panting from the sensation, he felt guilt from polluting Fleurdelis's pure face and he held his breath for her anger.

As she regained her composure, Fleurdelis muttered, "Hmm, so that's how it is..."

As a drop of semen came close to her mouth, Fleurdelis slightly licked it and took in its taste. Salty yet some strange spice sensation was felt on her tongue. Albion's ejaculation let out a lot more of his dragonic aroma which flooded the woman's nose and further intoxicated her. Lust filled her mind.

Fleurdelis stood up, "I shouldn't mess with who Ecclesia might like, but I don't think I can resist for so long."

She began to take off her clothing, starting with her baggy pants for the desert environment before moving on to throw off her white stained shirt. Her large breasts were on display for Albion who starred, mesmerized. He had imagined what they looked like, but seeing her mounds presented to him built up desire in his body. Fleurdelis swayed over and sat on Albion's lap, hugging his face into her large bust.

Albion could barely talk, stunned by the sight of the knight's beautiful body. Fighting her gave him a certain thrill of excitement, this brought another type of thrill entirely. His Dragon rumbled inside him, lustfully pleased with the display of Fleurdelis's body.

He wordlessly nuzzled himself into her breasts, giving small licks and bite as he took all of her in. Feeling, scent, taste. Her large mounds were slowly covered in saliva, Fleurdelis flinching at the sensation of Albion's rough tongue glazing over her skin or his sharp teeth nipping at her nipples.

Fleurdelis gently hugged Albion closer, moaning lightly at his affections. Her body was firm with muscle yet still had the beauty of a woman. The dragonling's lust grew as her body felt so good just to touch.

Albion's scent filled her nostrils, the thick musk of his body filling the air. It had been so long since Fleurdelis had felt the intimate touch of the opposite sex, exciting her like never before. The heat of his member pressed against her stomach, growing larger than before.

Fleurdelis pushed Albion gently from her chest, the boy slowly relaxing as he took in her appearance. Her soft skin reflected the moonlight as he stared, his instincts causing him to purr in need. Albion could still see how he's soiled her skin, from the small bite marks he left on her bust to the remaining cum stains on her face.

Fleurdelis muttered, "This is your first time so take it slow...touch more."

Fleurdelis took Albion's hand and slowly guided it to her chest. Her large breasts were soft and molded easily as the dragonling's hands rubbed them. Albion was obsessed with the sensation, continuing to stimulate her mounds.

He was gentle at first, then gradually stronger. Each hand rubbed the entire breast, kneading it thoroughly. After a moment, Albion pressed his face back into her chest, driven by impulse. A drive to further taste and mark, his hands spreading around her lower back as his mouth was busy.

Albion licked and bit while his hands explored her body further, stroking her wide hips as The Dragon demanded to feel more. This was more than just intimate for it, The Dragon desired to make Fleurdelis his.

Fleurdelis moaned, "Albion~..."

The knight bent lower and forcefully captured Albion's lips with her own. His unscarred eye widened in surprise but didn't stop the action, quickly shifting his head to deepen the kiss. His rough lips molding with her soft ones. Her tongue entered his mouth and touched Albion's, intertwining. A kiss that was an act of lovers.

Despite Fleurdelis initiating the kiss, Albion pressed on and shoved her tongue back with his. The knight's eye widened as the dragonling took control, his tongue now slivered past her own lips. He licked the inside of her mouth as much as he could, over her gums and teeth. He kept pushing further, pressing himself into her.

After a while, they separated as a string of thick saliva continued to connect their mouths. They breathed heavily in the cold air, their bodies heating up with excitement. These two people known for their quiet demeanor were now ignited, dominated by their desire for each other.

Albion's member was completely revived by all these actions, more erect than ever before and waiting for the woman to handle it. On the other hand, Fleurdelis was shivering with anticipation. That last passionate kiss with Albion was enough to send her over the edge, she was ready for him.

"Albion," she breathed, "Come on."

The knight pulled away and laid down on her bed, opening her crotch and showing it to Albion. This level of need wasn't anything she would normally do, but the alcohol and scent of the dragonling was filling her mind.

The sight of Fleurdelis presenting herself was too much for Albion to ignore, The Dragon wanted her and Albion had no desire to push it away. He placed his hands on the bed around her hips as he lined himself up with her opening. He pushed slowly, feeling slight friction from her entrance but slowly making his way in. The size of his member was big for even the older woman's opening.

The Dragon was impatient though and with a strong thrust Albion shoved his entire girth into her. He let out a loud yell of pleasure as he felt himself fit inside the woman, her womanhood molding to his shape.

Fleurdelis moaned intensely, feeling just as much passion as Albion, "Congratulations on your first time, Dragon~." In spite of the overwhelming pleasure, she was worried if he'd be able to fit or not. It seems that her overflowing fluids work well enough as a lubricant.

It was unknown if her words reached his ears or not, Albion just let himself melt into Fleurdelis. It was only natural for him to be absorbed in his first sexual activity.

The union of the two was almost taboo, one a fearsome dragon that rampaged in a city and the other the knight who slew him to defend that city. Both abandoned by their homes and now are wanderers. Both were entangled in fierce battle, now entangled in passionate sex.

They stayed there for a while, moonlight bathing them as their souls remained linked. The Dragon would not remain calm though, it was driven to make the knight who defeated him succumb to his girth. To break her down and become his and his alone.

With that drive taking over, Albion began to thrust rapidly. His single unscarred eye was shut and his teeth bared with pleasure as he intensely molded Fleurdelis's vagina. One of his hands moved to grip her hips as his other was tight on the bed, his thrusts increasing in speed.

Heavy groans came from Fleurdelis as she shut her eyetoo, a mix of pain from Albion's massive member and unending pleasure that continued to escalate. As the sex grew more intense, the more Fleurdelis realized she wouldn't be the one leading Albion's first time anymore. Despite his inexperience, the dragonling was surprisingly forceful. At this point, She eased her body and relinquished any sort of control, leaving him in charge.

Albion noticed her pacified change, shocking him. The fact that Fleurdelis, who he had continued to fear until now, was squirming beneath him because of his cock gave the dragonling a sense of surprise and sudden superiority. The Dragon was pleased, VERY pleased as it willed Albion with more veracity.

Albion bended his body over Fleurdelis, his arm placed above her head as he stared at her squirm. Now within her range, Fleurdelis wrapped her arms around him, giving him more control as their connected tongues entangled once more.

They hugged each other tightly, feeling out each other's body temperature as their hips kept thrusting. The two separated their lips as they felt their climax drawing near, Albion increasing his speed while Fleurdelis held onto his body.

Albion grunted, "I-...I can feel it coming..."

Fleurdelis moaned and stared into his open red eye, "Do it~, do it inside of me!"

With one final thrust, the dragonling's hilt sheathed itself fully into the knight as he shot inside of her. Both letting out intense moans of pleasure as they joined together, white thick fluid seeping out of their sex as they remain connected.

The afterglow washed over them as they reflected on their joint experience.

Fleurdelis panted, "Ah...Ah...I've never felt something like that before, Albion~..." She just used his name for the first time instead of just referring to him as "Dragon", a sign that she was finally comfortable around Albion.

While enjoying the sensation of it all, Albion eventually pulled out his meat stick from Fleurdelis, semen flowing slowly out of her. The knight leaned over to stare at the mess, exhausted from their union. Albion, however, continued to feel his urges.

The Dragon wanted more, one time wasn't enough. He had to make her know her place.

Without warning, Albion's hand reached out and grabbed Fleurdelis by the head and shoved her into his crotch. She was too surprised to stop it as her mouth was suddenly filled with his still massive member.

The taste of semen and sweat filled her mouth as Albion thrusted into the knight's mouth, his cock filled her mouth in rapid succession. The knight's nose was practically bathed in more of the dragonling's hormones, enticing her to keep up their intercourse.

She managed to pull her mouth away and hold Albion in place, "Wait, allow me to take over."

Slowly, Fleurdelis took her breasts and wrapped it around Albion's penis. The dragonling moaned at the soft contact of her mounds and unconsciously began thrusting. His meat stick peaked out from her cleavage as she pumped him. The saliva from her mouth served as a lubricant as the wet sound of slapping flesh filled the air.

Over time, Albion's member grows more erect until it fully poked out of her cleavage. He thrust faster and faster until he reached his limit and came for the third time that night. Semen scattered on her face and covered her breasts, the amount no lesser than the previous two times.

The intoxicated Fleurdelis gave a smile and let go of Albion's still erect cock, showing herself covered in his fluids as they dripped down her body. The sight of her pure and beautiful body being desecrated by him felt bizarrely satisfying for the dragonling...and The Dragon was far from done claiming her.

Feeling overwhelmed by more desire, Albion barely was able to mutter, "...I want to do more..."

Hearing this, Fleurdelis turned around and got onto her hands and knees, presenting herself once more.

"Go ahead, Albion~. I can keep going."

Albion didn't hesitate as he planted himself into position, crawling on top of her back and readied his hardened member at her inviting entrance.

With his muscular chest pressed into the knight's slender back, The Dragon took control of Albion's voice (Briefly sounding deeper) as he whispered into her ear, "By the end of this, I want to see every bit of you covered in white~..."

Fleurdelis barely had any time to react to that as he began thrusting into her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he rapidly shoved his cock into her. The speed of the dragonling's hips was even faster than their first session and made no sign of slowing down. The knight could only shut her eye and keep moaning as the pleasure overtook her body. The sounds of flesh colliding resounded as Albion's hips kept slamming into the knight's large ass.

But it wasn't enough for The Dragon as he inclined Albion, without missing a beat of his thrusting, to bite his lover's neck. Fleurdelis winced in pain and pleasure as Albion's fangs pierced her skin, keeping the knight in place as he increased his speed. This entire night has been a whole new experience for Fleurdelis, Albion's dragonic instincts making their passionate affair more and more animalistic with each round.

For him, this was more than just sex. This was a dominance display.

With one forceful and intimate push, Albion shoved his entire cock within her womanhood and released his load into Fleurdelis once again. Albion's fangs kept Fleurdelis up on her hands and knees before they collapsed onto the bed, their sweaty bodies sticking to each other. Unconsciously, the dragonling reached around and grabbed one of the knight's breasts as they laid together, causing her to moan.

Albion, panting heavily as he molded her mound, stared at the mark on his lover's shoulder. A symbol that forever marked Fleurdelis as a Servant of Albaz. Having the sacred knight be defiled, be taken as a slave of lust to her former rival gave the satisfied dragonling another rush of desire.

Without giving the tainted knight a break to relax, Albion grabbed her hips and began thrusting again without mercy. The Dragon planned to hold true to his promise.

30 Minutes Later...

Fleurdelis moaned loudly as her legs were pushed above her head, Albion's arms hugging them in place as he fucked her without end in a missionary position. Their bodies were laced with sweat, sticky and melting into each other as they stayed connected. As he was nearing his stride, Albion raised his body and used his arms to pin the knight's legs down, providing a perfect anchor as he came into Fleurdelis for the umpteenth time.

Only taking a second to breath, Albion raised one of her legs into the air as a pole and roughly inserted his cock into the knight again. The force of his thrusts caused Fleurdelis's large cum-covered breasts to bounce with each forceful insertion. Her moans echoed into the night.

1 Hour Later...

Albion held the taller woman up as he thrust himself into Fleurdelis, her back pressed against the wall as the dragonling shoved himself inside her. The woman could only submit as she was pinned onto the wooden surface. Despite the difference in their heights, Albion had no trouble lifting her up as he ejaculated again.

3 Hours Later...

Bouncing her ass up and down, Fleurdelis hugged Albion close as she rammed herself on top of his hardened cock. Similar to her dragonling lover, Fleurdelis was driven by sexual instinct after being impregnated so many times. At one point she had regained her clarity for a moment, fighting through the alcohol and the intoxicating scent of Albion. But alas, a moment was all it was before Albion's powerful thrusts shoved any temptation to stop their intimacy.

Now she accepted this, that she was to be her former enemy's item of lust for the rest of the night. The power of the holy knight of Dogmatika had no choice but to submit and become the plaything of the almighty Dragon of Albaz.

She felt Albion's burning hot cock unleash another load of thick semen into her womb, leaking out her womanhood as it overflowed. In the few seconds of intimate bliss, Fleurdelis mentally prepared herself as the dragonling fell on top of her and began yet another round of breeding.

Morning...

Albion blinked slowly as he finally regained full consciousness of his body again, his mind freeing itself from the mist of desire and instinct that drove his entire actions that night. Fleurdelis was laying down in front of him, her mouth sucking onto Albion's large shaft and licking any leaking bits of cum. White fluid covered all over her once pure body, her beautiful purplish hair was heavily disheveled and her abdomen slightly bulged from the night's breeding activities.

Fleurdelis had regained her sanity a small time ago but kept up her actions, easing Albion as he finally slowed down and found his right mind again. She didn't blame him for what happened, the knight had just as much caused the events that ignited their passion. She just had to be there to calm the young dragonling as much as she could.

That was what Fleurdelis was now, the mate of the Fallen of Albaz. Subjugated to the will of the mighty Branded Dragon. A promise to serve him whenever he returned to breed with her more.

The darkened mark of her servitude to Albion remained on her neck, forever there to show who she belonged to now and forevermore.


Currently Planned Chapters:

- Holy Saint and Feline Inventor of Albaz

- Barren Blossom of Albaz

- Mystical Mirrorjade of Albaz

- Sainted Swordsoul of Albaz