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Dragon Harem Chapter 9: Ambassadors For Alex Felis By Draconicon

Draconicon was buried balls-deep in his latest harem member, a black-furred rabbit, when the messenger found him. Said messenger also found himself shoved under the dragon's tail, tonguing out his ass for a good five minutes before getting free, the white dragon groaning and rubbing his head.

"Maybe...maybe do that...after I deliver my message, master?"

"Heh, worried that you'd forget, Drake?"

"Maybe a little."

"Take a minute, then."

It let him continue playing with Tenko. The rabbit was quite eager to be used, and he hadn't had the chance since her little adventure with the humans in the middle of the old science museum. He pulled his cock back, dragging it along her pussy a few more times before stuffing it in her ass.

As she moaned under him, he called Joshua over, putting the mouse where Drake had been. It was always nice getting a little attention and worship to his hole while he was working over someone else.

He rocked back and forth, grinding his ass against the mouse before ramming his cock deep into that tight little bunny butt. She ground back against him, not the least bit shy, and he smiled.

"Anyway, Drake, have you remembered what you wanted to say?"

"I...yes, master. Sorry. I just..."

"Don't worry. You'll get a turn in a minute. What's going on?"

"Overlord Aldedran has sent an ambassador."

Draconicon almost fell forward at that name, and barely caught himself before he could fall over the rabbit in front of him. He turned, completely still below the waist, and looked back at the white dragon.

"You...must be mistaken. It's from Shisan or Paleral, right? Not -"

"No, master, he really said Aldedran."

"...Damn. Damn, damn, damn..."

"Is everything alright, sir?"

"For the moment, but I'm pretty damn sure that it's not going to stay that way. Sorry, Joshua, Tenko, but it looks like I'm going to have to finish this up later."

He shook his head as he got to his feet, his cock still soaked in pussy juice and his ass still a bit damp, but he didn't have time. If there was an ambassador -

"He used that title, yes? Ambassador, not messenger?"

"Yes...does it matter?"

"Very much. A dragon doesn't send an ambassador unless it's something big. And knowing that green, this is going to be pretty big indeed..."

"Do you need -"

"No. I'll deal with this on my own, but someone go and get Robert and Strike, and make sure that Deborah gets informed. I don't want any of you alone for right now."

"...That bad?"

"That bad."

Drake nodded, pulling the other two harem members together before darting into the hallway. Knowing his first harem slave, he doubted that they'd be apart until they could gather the other three together, and that should be enough. Any other plans that Aldedran had wouldn't be that feasible against a whole group, unless he was somewhere around the Soaring Sound in person, and Draconicon was pretty sure he would have sensed something like that.

Then again, he was sure that Aldedran would have stayed out of this altogether until one of his other neighbors made a move. Things were shifting early, and he didn't like it.

Shaking his head, he left the harem quarters as well, making his way to the private audience hall. It was situated above the converted throne room, put out of reach of most of the humans. Unless they had a grappling hook, he supposed, but that would be a hard climb to reach two floors higher than the rest without any sort of support. It could be done, but -

He was dithering, and he didn't like it. He needed his mind on the moment, not thrown all over the place.

Draconicon shook his head as he flew up towards the private audience chamber. It was little more than a orb, a bubble sealed out of the way of the rest of the palace, and he wasn't altogether surprised to find the ambassador already there.

He suppressed his annoyance as the rotund creature turned around. It was little more than a robed shadow, but he could see the slime dripping from beneath the bottom of the robe, something that was as slippery and greasy as half of the food that its master probably ate. He walked by it, avoiding the puddles on the floor, and sat on the throne on the other side of the room. The creature chuckled.

"Late for a meeting. This will be reported to my master, oh yes."

"Report what you want. You didn't give me any notice that you were coming."

"Notice is not needed. Ambassadors are always welcome in any dragon house."

"Welcome, but not necessarily wanted."

"Do you decline the rite?"

"...No."

"Good, good."

He leaned on his fist as he looked at the creature. Who knew what lay beneath the robes, but it would be the most disgusting thing. Ambassadors generally were; summoned spirits that embodied the message and the nature of the dragon that sent them, and usually the worst of the dragon. It was like sending a half of your spirit to talk to someone privately, entrusting a secret message that would only be relayed to someone else.

Of course, one could send the best of themselves rather than the worst, but no dragon did that.

It was quite the struggle when the creature walked up to him, dripping slime all over the floor and making it feel like some seedy bar, where sex and sweat and food all blended together into the worst of things, a sum negative of everything involved. He turned his head as the creature whispered to him.

"The great Aldedran offers you greetings, of course, and wishes you well in the development of your new magi-tech."

"You heard about that, then. It's well within the laws."

"Yes, but he doesn't have it. He would like to be involved."

"...Why? He's never shown any interest in the development of this before."

"He's interested in the power. And he's interested in what you have. After all, we can't have you getting that much stronger than the rest of us."

"There'd better be an offer in there."

"Oh, why would you need an offer? Couldn't you help an old war buddy?"

"An old war buddy that ended up biting me in the ass when we were making a push to take the continent? One that would have turned me over and fucked me up the ass to get the territory that I have now?"

"Mmm, you would have liked it."

Draconicon shook his head. This was getting nowhere, and he knew that there was a threat underneath all of this. Despite his efforts into building up magi-tech with Robert's help, he'd specifically kept the nature of the development, and what he was focusing on, more of a secret. There were things that would help protect his lands there, and somehow, he felt that this slob of a dragon up north had already found out what it was.

It didn't have to be said. It was merely understood.

"Regardless, I'd like some sort of offering, if he wants to be involved. Financial, or otherwise."

"Mmm, perhaps we can raise the offer that much more."

"I'm listening."

"You become his ally, and we destroy Shisan. Mutual sharing of her lands, and mutual sharing of the magi-tech."

Draconicon's eyes went wide, and the creature took the opportunity to chuckle, leaning in even further. Green eyes - as green as Aldedran's scales - gleamed from beneath the hood as it dripped grease and slime all over him.

"Yes, we are making the offer. You know that you can't stand against them now, not if they try and push. And Aldedran cannot make a move without leaving himself open to you. So perhaps, perhaps, we take a side together. Just for once. For old time's sake."

"And why should I believe -"

He gagged. The disgusting thing was dripping over his legs and crotch, now, erasing the pleasant smell of Tenko's juices with its own foul things. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

"Why should I believe that he won't bite me in the ass again, and take me down when I'm committed?"

"Mmmm, do you really need such proof?"

"If you want my help, yes, I do."

"Heh...then send your eyes to the northern border."

The creature reached into a pocket, pulling out a piece of parchment as it was still conjuring itself into existence. It was wet and damp like some sort of receipt from a greasy diner, but he took it regardless.

"Aldedran has already taken steps. You can join in and share in the plunder, or he can reach out and spread the word of what you're doing...and see if you can stand against a united front between him and Shisan."

"Since when do they work together?"

"Since when do you work with mortals?"

He shook his head. If that threat was real...Aldedran had always been a greedy, grasping bastard of a dragon, but he'd been sly about it in a way that Paleral never had been. He reached out and took what he could get, never sharing more than the absolute minimum. The offer of aid was something that he didn't understand, and didn't know if he could trust. At the same time, the threat of having his information disseminated among the other dragons would guarantee their aid against him.

This is getting off-balance so fast, he thought.

"Do we have a deal?"

"I'll have an answer in twenty-four hours."

"That's not what I was hoping for."

"I need the time to think, and to look into the possibility that you're lying to me. I can't simply take your word, after all."

"...Acceptable. You'll give me rooms in the palace, of course."

"Fine. Take one on the left wing. Away from me."

"Heh...Fine."

The creature turned, and left a trail of slime almost like a slug as it left the chamber. It disappeared into smoke at the border, and he knew it would reform at its assigned room.

As soon as it disappeared, Draconicon stood up and doused himself in a water spell, blasting himself with it for over a minute straight. The slime took that long to get off of him, even at the highest pressure that he could summon. It was just...disgusting, and the smell lingered even after he had done all he could.

Aldedran, one of these days, you're going to make something that nobody can stand, and then nobody will talk to -

"Ah, I see that I've come when you're bathing."

He turned, slowly, and saw another robed figure, this one in white. There was still the dark shadow beneath the hood, but he knew that it was another ambassador, and if he didn't miss his guess -

"A message from Shisan?"

"Such a smart little dragon, always thinking ahead..."

"I think that you have me mistaken for someone else, there. Fine."

Draconicon sat down, but no sooner had he done it than the robed figure darted forward. Gracefully, admittedly, but quickly. It sat in his lap, and he could feel the tendrils beneath the robe running down along his legs, another reminder that the worst of a dragon was not necessarily...human...or humanoid.

Manipulator, deceiver, and insecure goddess of a thing, Draconicon reminded himself. Shisan had the gall to try and set herself up as an Empress Goddess of her people, and he knew how paranoid she could be. Her worst parts would be manipulating, but not so clever as she herself could be, if it was resorting to simple sexuality.

The robed figure pressed itself against him, and Draconicon did his best to ignore the tentacles fondling his cock, stroking it from the base up to the tip and wrapping around his balls.

"It's been some time since we've talked, Draconicon. I don't suppose that you've been plotting against me, have you?"

"I don't see how I could. You are across mountains and a fair bit of land from me."

"You don't want to lie to me, I hope?"

The tendrils tightened, and the dragon had to bite back a grunt as his balls got a good squeeze. Not enough to hurt, but a warning of what they might do...and there wasn't much he could do back. Blasting an ambassador would be akin to hurting another overlord, and he wasn't about to start a war that way.

"I don't want to lie to anyone."

"But you are doing something. I've seen the work that's happening. Heard about this...magi-tech. You are committing quite the abomination, aren't you?"

"I don't feel that's the case. After all, the humans worked with it for a long time, and I've always been curious about new channels of magic research."

"Research? Draconicon, you are talking about melding something pure with something tainted. It's like -"

"We don't all share your prejudices."

He grunted as the tendrils tightened again, but it shifted a bit, pulling his cock somewhere different inside of the robe. The ambassador seemed to smile, blue eyes glittering inside of the hood as his cock started to get a bit wet.

"Perhaps we can move this to a different topic, then. I believe that we can help each other."

"Since when does an Empress need - nnnngh!"

He grunted, feeling like his cock was being drawn into the slickest, hottest pussy that he'd ever felt. His toes curled against the ground, and the voice in the hood tittered a bit.

"Oh, don't be like that. An Empress needs generals, after all, and you would be an...allied general. Perhaps more, if you do well."

"And what...would you want?"

God damn, it was hard to think. He should have finished with his harem, but with an ambassador waiting, there wasn't time. Instead, he'd have to deal with this and hope that he could hold out.

She was making that very, very hard, though, particularly as that slick entrance - whatever it was - was drenching his cock from top to bottom, drooling down to his balls as tendrils stroked everything, rubbing at him constantly.

"It's a simple matter. I want you to destroy Aldedran for me."

"Ah...and why...why would I do that?"

"You hate him, don't you?"

"Quite a bit, but - ah, ah! Can't you...stop that?"

"Why should I?"

He couldn't exactly admit that it was making things difficult for him, or she'd pursue it harder. Draconicon shook his head, even as he swore his cock was getting harder and bigger inside of the ambassador.

"Why...would you want me to destroy...Aldedran?"

"The slob is an embarrassment to all of us, and I believe that his land would be put to better use under someone else."

"You?"

"Perhaps, though I am willing to make a split."

"And why make the offer...now?"

"Because I have an offer in return. You work with me in this, and at least limit the abominations that you are producing, and I'll give you half the land, and several little...trinkets. Perhaps even a night with myself, if you so like. You cannot turn down the offer of being with a goddess such as myself, I imagine, particularly with how hard you are now."

And he was very, very hard. His cock actually hurt from how much it throbbed, and he knew that she was making a genuine offer. The ambassadors could theoretically lie, but Shisan was not one to hold back with such promises, and he doubted that she would fail to live up to it, if he went along with it.

The problem was...was...

Damn, it was so hard to think!

"Give me...give me time. Time to think and plan."

"Mmm, twenty-four hours, Draconicon?"

"Twenty-four...hours..."

"I suppose I can do that. But a parting gift, to sweeten the deal...No, I suppose, two gifts would be better."

Before he could speak, the ambassador's tendrils suddenly grabbed hold of the base of his cock. He felt the magic before he could stop it, and there was a sudden hard pressure around the base of his cock. The robed figure stood up, and the dragon looked down.

There, on his shaft, was a thick blue ring, shimmering and swirling with magic. It was tight enough to make all the veins on his shaft pop out, making him look harder and thicker than ever. And he could feel the magic on it; it wouldn't fade for another twenty-four hours, and he doubted that he could remove it without it exploding on him or something.

"What is this?"

"A reminder of my offer. Perhaps you've forgotten the bliss that comes with another dragon, Draconicon, but should you work with me, I will remind you...of everything."

And likely steal my mind in the process, you demented witch.

"And your...other gift?"

"A trained human. Someone I've been putting together for a bit of work in the coming war. He's sufficiently trained and informed to answer any questions you have, and you may 'use' him to your heart's content, if you must. You will likely find him in the harem quarters you use..."

The ambassador's tone of voice didn't sit well with him, but there wasn't much he could do. Fulfilling the same promise as he had with the other ambassador - and sending her to the opposite side of the palace - Draconicon slumped down. The throne wasn't so comfortable as he hoped, particularly with his cock throbbing with utter need. He grumbled, forcing himself to get up.

They're going to drive me nuts, now, he thought as he imagined what the harem would do when they realized he couldn't cum for a day. They'd be clamoring to get fucked while he couldn't go soft, and likely want to keep using him as a dildo the whole damn time.

He floated down from the private throne room and made his way back to the chambers. Drake and the others weren't back yet, but a human male - naked, save for a chastity cage and a collar - stood in the middle of the room. He bowed formally, and offered his hand.

"Overlord Draconicon. My name is Alex."

"You're from Shisan, then?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just...go to the corner, and let me think. It's not so easy with this thing on."

"I understand, Overlord. Lady Shisan makes it difficult for any of us to think."

As the naked human walked away, the dragon leaned back on yet another throne. Two offers, two overlords. Either one would be pissed if he accepted the offer from the other, but at the same time, he couldn't deny either of them. Shisan hadn't made an explicit threat, but he knew that she would find some way to make his life miserable. Aldedran would make his life hell, and start a war.

But a war was going to start regardless of who he declined. Even if he declined both, he'd end up a target.

"Outmaneuvered by opportunists, and they don't even know it," he muttered under his breath.

Okay, I have a day to figure this out...Better make use of it, and hope that this damn thing eventually goes down, he thought as he looked down at his throbbing, dripping cock.

The End