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[A story based on a picture I commissioned from Omega and Faithry, posted to my FA and Yiffstar galleries. Porn follows! Copyright me, all rights reserved, et cetera.

Setta let out a grunt, her thoughts returning to the present, away from that strangely vivid dream she had last night, unsure of why it had suddenly crossed her mind. It didn't help her current situation much to think back on dreams... not that much of anything was going to help her current situation much.

The dragoness stood on the private balcony overlooking the mountains, with only her personal hunting grounds before her; no one would dare set foot there unless she were leading a hunt - or had sent someone. And of course, she had done no such thing. Her hands held her skirt lifted high, and the heavy mass of her own royal scepter was held only by the grip of her vaginal muscles, her insides kept clenched tight on the golden grip. The smirking swan with that Ring of Dragon Command nodded her head, very slightly - and the dragoness shuddered as she felt herself climax, felt a burst of pleasure rip through her insides, felt herself dripping down over the scepter.

Another nod, another eruption of lust making her inner walls spasm and clench on the symbol of power inside her - now reduced to nothing more than a lewd toy, all her rank and power doing her no good at all in freeing herself from this swan's command. Just this morning she'd had to listen to her own voice declaring the swan her new permanent personal physician! She struggled to move, but couldn't make so much as a muscle twitch, and she thought back to how she'd ended up in this situation...

... A simple enough story, really, your basic tale of a mighty empire, a proud queen, and a traveller with an ancient secret long thought destroyed for good. Administering the kingdom was a matter of tweaks and adjustments these days; more or less stable on the borders, no neighbors foolish enough to attack or valuable enough to invade, administering justice and dealing with internal economic issues like crop yields and so on were the primary business of the day at court. Emissaries from other lands showed up now and then to discuss tariffs or cross-border projects, things like that. Once in a while a merchant with particularly interesting wares might even talk their way into court; new fashions sometimes began that way, and fortunes could be made for a lucky merchant whose wares graced the queen's court, thus to be emulated by any other noble with aspirations.

So it wasn't all that odd, only mildly unusual, for a merchant to be permitted into the court with a collection of rare tomes and a story. She delivered it well, too, laying out her tale to the court of just how she'd found them, a harrowing expedition into an ancient and danger-laden cavern where once a mighty sorceror dwelled, capturing his library and treasure - and, with charmingly self-deprecatory humor, noting that the dragon kingdom was clearly the best place to take those tomes, since anyone who bought one that turned out to be particularly powerful might find a draconic army on their doorstep to claim it soon enough. The queen readily enough agreed to have her sages review the tomes, and invited the swan to remain at court while they worked. Faithry, naturally enough, accepted.

The rest of the day passed with little drama; affairs of state were hardly worthy of note when the kingdom was ticking along smoothly. The swan merchant sat properly in the back of the court all day, her attention never wavering from the dragoness on the throne. Her mouth moved slightly on a frequent basis, but she did nothing disruptive; if anyone noticed her, they no doubt assumed she was mentally preparing to haggle over the price of the books if they contained anything valuable.

Certainly Queen Setta didn't notice anything amiss. She called the court to a close, and retired to her chambers. She had her own projects to interest her, and not every night had to be a grand banquet. She was accordingly quite surprised to find herself stopping at the door of her chambers and instructing a guard, "Bring that merchant to me. I would hear more of that sorceror's lair." Her hand closed the door, and her mouth clamped shut, permitting her not a single additional word. She could only watch mutely as her feet stepped out of the entry chamber and into her bedroom.

There, she stopped in front of her mirror and disrobed. The fashion was for simple outfits, nothing elaborate; there had been a time when any lady required at least two maids to help her with her clothes, but that had gone out of style decades ago. She stood naked in front of the mirror, unable even to turn her eyes away, let alone close them or turn her head, and her fingers set to action. She could only watch as she set her right hand's thumb against her clitoris and her forefinger and middle finger against her folds, and began to casually strum at herself. Her left hand lifted to cup her breast, thumb atop her nipple. Her face heated as she had to stand there, ogling herself as she blatantly masturbated - but she could not make her muscles obey her, could not raise so much as a grunt to call for aid.

She heard the door open and the merchant's voice. The exterior door closed, and the swan entered, a smug smirk on her face. "Don't stop," she casually said. "One of the nice benefits of the ring is that I get to enjoy whatever you do." She held out her hand, revealing a thick silver ring wrought in the shape of a dragon's head. "Lovely, isn't it? It only works on a single dragon at a time, unfortunately, but as it turns out, I only need one dragon. Go off now. Screamworthy, but not a peep."

The orgasm hit Setta like a whipcrack between the legs. Intense, violent, even, her entire body shaking as a split-second LASH of pleasure stabbed at her. Her knees felt like jelly but refused to bend. Her legs were buzzing from the waist down. She could feel her inner muscles convulsing wildly. But not a sound came from her throat; despite the intense urge to howl, her breathing pattern didn't even change. The swan, however, let out a satisfied breath. "Mmm, yes. Just right. Properly calmed by the time it gets to me, you see. Wouldn't do to make my new toy a conduit to influence me, after all. Do that again."

The second one came from the inside out, like a burst of flame going up between her legs and blossoming both inside her and across her folds and clitoris, while her fingers continued to strum herself. She felt her fluids leaking down her thighs - and still could not so much as open her mouth to gasp, or roll her eyes, or do anything but watch the masturbating dragoness in the mirror molest herself.

The swan smirked. "Good girl. Now. Strum like it's a guitar and climax for every note."

Setta's fingers and thumb began rapidly bouncing across her tender flesh. She tried, and failed, to scream out after the sixth sharp orgasm that slammed through her, one after another after another, watching her fingers openly playing with her privates.

The swan laid back on the bed with a soft pleased noise. "Oh, yes, very nice. Keep that up. Admire the view."

Suddenly Setta's eyes were fixated on the mirror's image of her moving hands. Not only that, but she suddenly couldn't stop appreciating the sight. The way her thumb gave that little curl-flex around the edge of her clitoris on the way up and then dragged her trembling nub straight down on the way back. The way her fingers spread herself just enough to let her middle finger take a stroke across her tender inner labia, then flicked back the way they came. The way she couldn't stop a thing they were doing. The way she was soaking herself with arousal.

She had no idea how long she stood there, staring at her own fingerwork, before the swan said smoothly, "I believe that should do it. Lick yourself clean and dress. Give no indications of any sort to anyone else that anything unusual has happened. Wear nothing below your dress tomorrow. At court in the morning, announce that you are taking me on as your personal physician - and, accordingly, granting me a title. Something modest, but not too modest. At lunch you will invite me to your private balcony. Bring your scepter when you do." She got to her feet and strolled over, and swatted Queen Setta on the bare behind. "And wake up halfway through tonight and finger yourself in bed for an hour, then nod off again." And she left the royal chambers.

Setta's face burned red as she found herself licking her fingers... then sitting her bare backside down in front of the mirror, curling up, and licking her crotch like one of her own royal hunting hounds until there was nothing left to lick up.

The morning proceeded exactly as the swan had ordered. Setta could only watch from inside her own head as her mouth made the declaration, adding the swan to her personal court and granting her a title on the spot. Unusual, certainly, a rarity even, but well within the queen's prerogative. And then at lunch, she had to listen to the invitation coming from her lips, and watch as she picked up the royal scepter and walked there.

Once they were alone on the balcony, with none to see, Faithry smirked again. "Lift your skirt and stuff the scepter in yourself." And Setta could not do anything but watch her hands comply. Her left hand lifted the skirt up. Her right hand thrust her own royal scepter into her folds. Her already-wet folds. She couldn't even hide that she was already aroused. The swan simply regarded the show with amusement, as though she'd known that would be Setta's response. Setta's right hand moved to hold her skirt as well.

The thick head of the scepter stuck out. Faithry ordered, "Kegel." And Setta felt her inner walls pulse and flex, moving the heavy golden symbol of state up and down without her hand touching it.

"Did a traveler with a Ring of Dragon Command just secretly conquer a dragon kingdom in a single command, making the queen disgrace hersel with her royal scepter for my amusement?" she asked mockingly. And then she nodded. And the climaxes began.

Once her scholars were caught by the spell-traps inside the books, at least Setta had company in her helplessness. Bent over hre own bed being rutted by one of her underlings while the swan mocked them was humiliating... and made her orgasm all the harder. And once the captive scholars began unwillingly producing more Rings of Dragon Command, it didn't take long at all before Queen Faithry held court in her own right.

With her 'faithful pets' on display in the royal zoo, right along the side wall of the court.

Setta never could shake off the order to admire what her fingers did when she pawed on command.