Elite: Astrid – Scales of the Great Hall (407 photos) (Patreon)

The hall still smelled of smoke and old stone, but the light pouring through the high arched windows had turned everything gold. Astrid stood in the middle of it like she owned the place.

The teal scale-bra hugged her chest, the same dragon-scale pattern that used to sit under her armor now sitting against bare skin. Gold cuffs locked around her wrists and biceps. A heavy belt of coins and skulls hung low on her hips, holding a thin teal wrap that barely qualified as a skirt. Every time she moved, the slit opened and the fabric clung to the curve of her ass.

She had taken the braid out. Blonde hair fell over one shoulder, the rest still loosely gathered. Freckles stood out across her nose and cheeks in the late-afternoon sun.

She didn’t bother with the usual scowl.

Astrid turned her back to the window and looked over her shoulder, one hand resting on the carved table behind her. The wrap rode up. She knew exactly how much it showed. She stayed like that a moment longer than she needed to, then walked toward the stairs, the gold ornaments on her belt chiming softly with every step.

In the bedroom she sat on the edge of the bed, knees apart, the short teal skirt barely covering anything. She reached up and gathered her hair, lifting her arms so the bra pulled tight across her chest. The look she gave the empty doorway was the same one she used to give a dragon that had just landed too close — calm, slightly amused, completely in control.

Later she knelt on the sheets, back arched, looking back again. The wrap had slipped. Gold thigh bands caught the light. She didn’t pull it back down.

The warrior who used to sleep in leather and chainmail was still there. She just wasn’t wearing it tonight.

The scales, the gold, the open hall, the bed — all of it was hers now. And she was in no hurry to put the armor back on.

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