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It wasn't long before they could see the spires of Nazjadar in the distance. The desert, as harsh and unforgiving as it was, wasn't much of a challenge for someone as experienced as Thorn, especially not at night. With the air so cold the three travellers could see their breath, it was easy to move faster without having to worry about the heat.

The closer they got to the capital, the more greenery there was; trees, and even hardy grass. It was dry, certainly, and the trees were wilting, drooping with a quiet sort of melancholy, but the seat of royalty hadn't been utterly desiccated yet. This was due to aquifers, their guide explained, as she noticed their eyes drawn to the vegetation. All of the cities and towns were built on them, but most had run dry. Even here, after years of no rain, the water was almost gone.

Those years had lulled the population into a kind of trance of hardship. With little in the way of creature comforts of animal pleasures, they'd simply kept working until that became the new norm. It'd worked, too; there hadn't been any riots, nor unrest. But, she told them, it wouldn't last. Sooner or later, the water would run out entirely, and then chaos would quickly spread as dragons died of thirst. Either that, or the queen would have to allow the rains to return, thus breaking her own spell over the population.

Her plan was to invade before any of that came to pass, using the frustration, weaponizing the thirst of the commoners to expand her power. Well, that's what Thorn told Cai and Vaine. The truth was she wasn't sure her mother had a plan beyond her visceral dislike of sex. And Vaine, as the product of unnatural amalgamy, had caught her ire more than others. What Thorn did tell them was that the queen viewed Cai, with his dual genders, as a weak king, and Vaine as something dangerous, an example of what would happen if lusts were allowed to run unchecked.

That, perhaps, was where the farmers she'd met earlier had gotten their ideas from, the vixen realized. The idea was still ludicrous to her, the notion that something that nature allowed to happen, such as a fox being bred by a dragon, would be unnatural, somehow. If it was unnatural, then surely their seed wouldn't be able to take root in her womb. But it did, and easily so, with how she stoked their desires, and they, hers.

But such ruminations were best left for another time. They weren't in Nazjadar as tourists, nor did they have any time to spare. Given Cai's royal status - and the fact that she had her eyes on his kingdom - they'd surely be able to meet the queen. If she wouldn't bend, they'd force her to. Vaine was already formulating plans; should the tyrant of the south be unresponsive to diplomacy, she'd take the same approach that'd saved the day so many times before; having Cai breed her into complacency. Sneaking into the heavily guarded palace might be harder, but she'd infiltrated places just as secure before.

Yet, as they entered the well-lit city, they found that many of the inhabitants were still up and about, even in the dead of night, moving across the illuminated streets. Such was the way of big cities. Nazjadar was enormous._Even in comparison to mighty Dragonfort, it seemed both massive and sprawling, which meant there would be dragons and dragonesses doing their work at most hours. It was also entirely possible that they were _always nocturnal, given the oppressive heat of the desert, but Thorn hadn't mentioned anything about it. She had, however, mentioned that the queen often received visitors even at night, which implied something along those lines.

While the present of a myriad of other dragons wouldn't be a problem normally, many of them were male, which made Cai's heat stir up again. Thorn noticed this, of course, her eyes immediately drawn to his vent as his tail began to rise in that irresistible display. Most of the drakes here would struggle to find any desire outside of mating season, especially with the shortage of water, but Thorn herself had, of course, ensured that she had enough for herself. That was, almost, something that she regretted doing now, feeling that familiar tingle of arousal again as she gazed longingly at that needy slit - but then again, she had always been far less dependent on feeling the rain against her scales to feel lust in turn. It had, after all, been part of the reason why her mother had disowned her.

And so, a terribly exciting idea dawned on her. She'd probably be able to ease Cai's heat for a while with her tongue. The thought of getting to truly feast on his taste was enough to make the dragoness salivate. There was a tinge of guilt to it, as even down here, there was a certain stigma against females serving other females. Every other act dragons did tended to result in offspring, after all. Males turned other males into breeders. Males and females hardly needed an explanation. But two females could only give each other pleasure.

It was, however, a type of pleasure that Thorn found herself quivering at the thought of, one that she liked very much.

Like everywhere else down here, the capital also had halls, now abandoned, for the communal ruts. And with nobody else visiting them, any of them would do as a perfect place to help the confused dragoness-king with those urges of his.

Having seen how she was looking at Cai, Vaine arrived at the same conclusion. Her head was still aching from the previous day's efforts, even though the worst of it had faded into a dull soreness. She'd just have to keep a close eye on the two, to make sure that Thorn didn't have any ulterior motives. Well, immediate ones. She was definitely planning on something, but her arousal seemed genuine enough, given how her inner thighs and undertail were both wet with her excitement.

The two females exchanged a few words. And Thorn was so eager that the vixen had to wonder if her entire plan was focused merely around getting to eat Cai out. It wasn't, of course, but the thought of getting to drink deeply of his feminine juices seemed far more important than grand long-term plans of rulership. But as she told herself, it was just an indulgence, a momentary distraction to satisfy both herself and making sure that Cai could help depose her mother before she in turn deposed of him.

And so they walked into one of the breeding halls. There were no guards, and the doors were heavy and unlocked, but the interior was all but pristine except for a thin layer of dust, as if the population had forgotten that they even existed. Much of it was even lavish, with marble statues of prominently sexual desert-dragons posing lustily, eternally displaying their eagerness to mate. Sensual yet tough silk lined the walls, though in the muted darkness - the magical torches long since extinguished - the resplendent colours were barely visible.

There were a variety of arrangements inside, all designed to help get the normally prudish dragons to embrace their urges during mating seasons. Pillows, for those who preferred to mate lazily. Racks, to which females who feared they'd have second thoughts could strap themselves. Similarly, low tables to which males could strap themselves for the same reasons, leaving themselves open to either become breeders through appropriate "treatment", or have females use them, all as desired.

Vaine felt a weak hum of magic in the air, though years of disuse had left it barely noticeable, whatever sigils kept it active having lost most of their power. It gave her a sense of calmness, which was probably the intention, soothing away those last-minute anxieties some might have before those yearly events. But she had experience in detecting mind-magic. Thorn, not so much; but the small push of those forces was enough to calm her, to numb those deep-down worries about herself becoming too enthralled by Cai's raw sexuality. It left her at ease, with only those desires and instincts to guide her deeper into themselves.

Cai promptly climbed onto one of the racks, letting his tail fall to the side. He was all but burning up with heat again, and although there was no way that Thorn could be as satisfying as a thick, virile maleness plunging into that receptive slit of his, he still anticipated any kind of relief that she could bring.

And she did. Without a moment's hesitation, Thorn lunged forward, burying her snout under Cai's thick tail, greedily lapping over his swollen petals, the half-male's whimpers and squirming like a beautiful, hypnotic song to her ears. He was so wonderfully wet, so utterly soaked with that heat-slime, and it covered her nostrils, filling her lungs with that intoxicating aroma of pheromone-laden need. Breathing and huffing feverishly, she plunged her tongue into that leaking honeypot, lapping along Cai's very insides. He came almost immediately, clutching the rack as spasms wracked his body, his feminine tunnel squeezing and clenching around Thorn's nimble tongue, a gush of her sweet nectar flooding her mouth. And she drank. She wanted to rub that scent all over herself more than anything else, to take it into her, all other aspirations and plans forgotten, drowned in sexual bliss.

Her tongue caressed every inch of the impossibly hot, oozing passage, pressing against every wall and exploring every crevice, as deeply as Thorn could muster. And all she wanted was more, even as her tongue began to ache the third time Cai squirmed in orgasm, panting, limply hanging over the rack as she tongue-fucked him. In some recess of her mind she wondered if this was how males felt when mounting others, this insatiable hunger that demanded more and more and more until she, herself, would climax from the sheer hedonistic pleasure of it all. Her own nectar was already pooling on the ground beneath her feet, and she didn't care in the slightest, bringing Cai to orgasm after orgasm until his nerves were numb from constant overload, tears running even from his reptilian eyes from how overwhelming it must've felt.

Then, and only then, when Cai's very body stopped responding to what Thorn was doing, did Vaine step in. She slid two of her fingers under Thorn's own tail, and then her entire hand, and with how slippery she was with arousal, there was barely any friction at all. Her slit was swollen, her desert-dragon cunt both exotic in how it bloomed outwards, and yet familiar, quivering with need against the vixen's hand, and she came almost immediately. Thorn cried out in sweet bliss as the smallest bit of stretching inside her set her off, and she fell over, her legs kicking dangerously as those spams wracked her in turn, drowning every conscious thought in ecstasy. And she didn't fight that current, Cai's taste and scent still burning her senses, those two feelings irrevocably entwining in her mind.

And as she laid there panting with Cai breathing heavily next to her, she realized she was feeling happier than she had in months. Maybe years.

Cai, in turn, realized - at least once he begun to recover - that he couldn't feel any lust whatsoever, his body almost entirely numb after too many orgasms to even count. He also realized that his hind legs were completely soaked with his arousal, every inch of scales wet and sticky. At least it was better than being covered with sand, he figured. Inspecting himself closer, he realized that he'd soaked his belly with his seed as well, apparently having orgasmed both ways, and he had no idea how many times; but given how that rather masculine wetness was slowly dripping onto the floor, the answer was more than a few.

Right now, though, even trying to think of anything sexual was downright nauseating. He only hoped he'd recover enough to breed the queen, if it came to that.

Vaine lovingly wiped the two of them off, but rather deliberately left Thorn to smell of full-on heat, wanting her to keep breathing in those pheromones for as long as possible. Not that she seemed to have much else on her mind either way, given the vacant, glassy-eyed look of bliss adorning her regal visage.

With the immediate concerns out of the way, once Cai could finally stand without his legs giving in, it was time to do what they actually came all the way to this godforsaken desert to do.

The palace was in the centre of the city. It almost seemed that the rest of the city had sprung up around it, like saplings around an ancient, enormous tree. Although even the palace was mostly constructed from sandstone, it had extravagant details just like the mating halls, but even more so. Stylized engravings of dragons and the sun adorned the walls, with columns of white marble marking the entrance.

And then, there were guards, each dressed in some kind of ceremonial, metal armour. Cai could only imagine how hellishly hot it must get during the day. With the sun's first rays beginning to light up the horizon, it wasn't hard to imagine actually collapsing under such a burden. It'd be too hot to wear even in Dragonfort, at noon; there was a reason that dragons rarely wore such things. But perhaps the suffering was important, here.

Seeing that Thorn was with them, the guards begrudgingly allowed them in. The structure was truly enormous, even by dragon standards. Vaine was used to everything being oversized for her, given that dragons were several times her size, but this was beyond ostentatious even for them, and she couldn't figure out if most of it was used, or merely constructed to drive home a point. One of dominance.

The queen herself was sat on her throne, her silver gleaming in the light of dozens of arcane torches. She was dressed in only silks; it'd have been the sign of a servant in Dragonfort, where one needed thick clothing to stay warm in the long winters. Here, however, the servants were dressed in rough fabric and uncomfortable clothes, the airy and soft clothing reserved for the rulership. As they arrived, she didn't notice them at first, too busy discussing something with one of what Cai assumed to be advisors, a desert-dragon like herself, but male. Curiously, there were no fennecs, but given how every sound echoed against the polished walls, the reason was, perhaps, obvious. There had been plenty outside though; it seemed that regardless of the society, foxes always ended up with the dragons.

Of course, the queen did notice them eventually. She called out a single word and the guards sprung to action, surrounding all three of them. She, herself, splayed on her throne, the flowing silk robes not doing much to conceal her form. But there wasn't much to be concealed. Whereas western dragons had pronounced slits, regardless of their gender, hers was a narrow gap, barely noticeable but for a hint of purple, her underside completely covered in thick scales. Thorn had never figured out if her mother even realized how revealing and sensual her choice of attire was, given her lack of interest in engaging in activities it all but invited.

"We have come to seek an audi-" Vaine began, only for her voice to immediately disappear.

"You will not speak, fox," the queen hissed, her eyes glowing with a smug disgust. "And you, daughter, you know perfectly well what will happen if you come here. Especially with how you reek of those two and their uncontrolled lusts," she continued, her attention shifting to Thorn.

Vaine, in turn, felt a surge of draconic arrogance. Normally, she could've resisted it, but she was tired and frustrated already, and this idiot-queen choosing to silence her like this was too much. She gave a silent snarl, gesturing towards the guards, who in turn converged on her, likely thinking she was attempting to cast a spell.

Thorn tried to stay on top of the situation. She had thought they'd at least be able to talk to her mother. She'd been planning on either sneaking up to her or distracting her so Cai could take her on, but with all three surrounded by guards, her possible options were quickly narrowing down.

Cai saw the desert-drakes closing in around his mate. He couldn't overcome that many, not at once. His eyes snapped to the queen herself, and on a split-second decision he lunged towards her with none of the soldiers blocking his path. He slammed into the female, crushing the back of her elaborate throne as both of them went flying through it and against the wall beyond. Using his size to his advantage - he might've been small compared to other green dragons, but here, he was much larger than most - he planted his talons against the tyrant's throat, pressing her down.

In a frantic flurry of action he tried to pry her slit open, but his claws slipped against the hardened scales as the guards rushed to her aid, quickly forcing him off her with swipes, fangs and gouts of flame. It was at that moment that Thorn realized they were losing. And if Cai lost, she wouldn't get to enjoy that lewd, soaked mound against her snout again. It was bizarre, but that was the thought that drove her to action, rather than the risk of being captured and losing her chance at taking the throne.

Vaine struck out with the darkest illusions she could muster, and a guard fell onto the floor, roaring in abject horror, a glassy stare in his eyes. But there were too many. They'd overwhelm her, and then the beautiful dragonking himself. In desperation, Thorn focused her will on the vixen, pouring her own strength into her. In a heartbeat, the palace was swept into darkness. Not true darkness, but one perceived by all around Cai and Vaine, an illusion, but one too potent for anyone to resist with Thorn's own magic empowering her.

The lesser drakes snarled and roared as they swiped at empty air and whatever forms they saw the darkness. The queen herself was merely blinded, though with her prowess it wouldn't be too long before she's realize there was nothing truly blocking her vision. And tricking so many eyes at once was an incredibly strain, even with Thorn's support, and twice so when she collapses, utterly exhausted as Vaine tapped into her magic.

With the guards fighting phantasms, Cai pushed through them, grabbing the vixen and sweeping her onto his back as he ran. They reached the entrance quickly, but as Cai tried to take flight, he roared in pain, the sand between his scales grinding against red, raw skin underneath. His wings wouldn't move, not with how much it hurt. And so he ran through the streets instead, slamming his way through crowds until they reached emptier areas, and then further again, towards the very edge of the city. When Vaine's spell broke, he ducked into the closest safe-looking building; one of the breeding halls, as he remembered them being ignored.

And then, he collapsed, as did Vaine. They could only hope nobody had seen where they went as they laid there, breathing heavily with exertion. Vaine could barely force her eyes to open with how that impulsive magic had drained her, and even what she could see, she couldn't recognize as anything but shapes. It'd be a while before she recovered, and until then, no matter how tired he was, the dragon had to keep her safe.

This was not a situation either she or Cai wanted to be in. With their "guide" gone they were all but alone in this strange city, and neither could exactly blend in. The element of surprise had been lost, if it was ever theirs to begin with, and diplomacy wouldn't work either, as they'd witnessed. That left them with only one option; brute force. Yet, the queen had_armies_ here, and while Cai had them too, his were back in Dragonfort, unaware of where he even was. Vaine's flock of wyverns hadn't followed them through the desert, either.

They didn't have long. Even if nobody knew they were hiding in one of the community halls, it was only a matter of time before they'd search them too. But, at the very least, it gave Cai a while to think in utter silence while Vaine gathered her bearings again.

"We need to make it rain," Cai finally spoke in a low whisper.

That would, indeed, distract the soldiers, Vaine realized, the words reaching her even in her dazed state. Perhaps it'd even snap them out of the hold the queen had over them. "How?" she groaned.

"If you lose your focus, your magic dissolves, doesn't it?" Cai replied. It was as much a statement as it was a question. "Clouds begun to gather while we tried to take her down," he continued.

Vaine hadn't actually noticed that. But he was right. There was just one problem, even then. "But how would we do that? She's immune to anything I do, and with how armoured her vent is, we can't force her either."

Cai thought about it even as he listened to the city outside, keeping an eye on the doors for any guards who might enter. This was supposed to be his specialty, this kind of thinking. Deep, intricate plans. For the entire journey he'd been distracted by his heat, which would be enough to distract anyone, but the people here didn't even experience that. His own lust had been enough to seduce the queen's daughter unwittingly, but the queen herself wasn't affected. And he couldn't get through her armour. What, then, would actually work?

"I wonder if getting her wet would be enough," Cai finally replied. He remembered Thorn telling them about the rains bringing the lust, how mating season was always set in the rainiest time of the year. It was a shot in the dark, but he couldn't think of a reason why it wouldn't work, and it seemed more believable with each moment that passed after he said it.

Vaine concurred. "It has to be the sensation of water covering them that triggers their lust, right!" she exclaimed, before dropping back to a hushed whisper. "What if we tackle her into the cistern?"

"And the guards might hesitate to follow," Cai added. If it didn't work, though, they were certainly done for. He knew that much, but what other choice did they have? Even if Dragonfort was able to fend off yet another attempted invasion, he felt some guilt about Thorn's apparent fate, as well as a certain desire to bring her home. She seemed like a good way of taking care of his heats without getting bred.

Just the thought of getting bred threatened to make his lust overwhelm him again. Luckily, he was still spent. Not to be point of not being _able_to mate, but enough so that it wasn't the first thing on his mind, even with those biological chains gradually tightening around his mind again.

The front gates of the palace would be well guarded now, because of their escape, too many guards for even the empowered Vaine. But there had to be other entrances. The vixen could walk unnoticed through a few guards. Fewer, if she kept Cai out of sight as well. And so, they had to plan their approach carefully. Neither of them could do any scouting, and they could hardly turn to the other drakes for assistance. But there was one group who they might be able to convince. The fennecs.

Once she could keep her balance again, Vaine snuck outside. Most of the dragons paid her no mind, and those who did, quickly forgot about her. She was too small for them to remember, and a few suggestions helped reinforce that thought. Regardless, she still had to hide in the alleys and corners, away from patrolling guards, not yet having the strength to deal with anyone who was actively trying to find her. But luckily, those half-hidden places were where the smaller foxes lived. Nobody really noticed the servant-fennecs in the city, or at least, nobody paid any attention to them. But they were small, full of energy and mischief, and as they discovered upon cornering a few in order to talk with them, rather eager to help Vaine. She must've seemed like a kind of demigod to them, with her vivid orange fur and half-draconic visage.

Vaine managed to gather a group of three of them, three males who were particularly interested in her and eager to listen to her plans. They'd been servants once, before their masters had grown frustrated with their irregular lusts and mating as their own sense of such things waned, and so they'd been discarded. That was the case for most of them. It wasn't like in Dragonfort, where the foxes now were willing servants, nor as in Brackwater, where they had no choice but to obey. Here in Nazjadar, the fennecs were more akin to scavengers, living among the dragons but only interacting with them when necessary, beyond some exceptions like the assassin that they'd sent for her.

She had a much easier time understanding their dialects than those of the foreign dragons, even though it seemed entirely based on screaming. Quiet screaming - they caught onto that part quickly - but screaming nonetheless, like a man in pain holding a pillow to his face. They had demands, of course, and with the way all three were sporting noticeable bulges, visible even through the rough fabric of their clothes, those demands were obvious. Each wanted a chance to mate with the exotic dracovixen. Vaine sighed inwardly, but it was hardly unexpected; males were predictable, and male foxes even more so than most.

Though she'd have been lying if she didn't feel a tingle of excitement herself thinking about just how energetically the smaller foxes might rut her. She had no idea if they could give her a bellyful of kits, but her own heat was approaching. Her eyes lingered on those obvious bulges of unsheathing cocks for a brief moment, and then she agreed, on one condition: they'd only get to have their fun with her once her work here was done. After all, she couldn't risk a pregnancy ending her attempt, not after spending so much energy preventing Cai from suffering that fate.

Although disappointed that they weren't going to get to enjoy her right now, all three agreed to it. They'd find a way into the palace with few guards, and then report back to her. The next night. It'd also give herself and Cai some time to recover, and hopefully he'd manage to keep his heat under control this time.

In the meantime, she cleaned the sand from his scales and wings as best she could, using a brush that laid discarded in the hall. The dragon growled as she worked, his skin very irritated and painful. It'd be a while before he could fly, but at least it wouldn't get any worse. Unless they got caught in a sandstorm again, at least, but she figured the city was likely to be shielded from them. It was an oddly intimate moment, not the kind they often shared; most of the time in their home was spent taking care of the kingdom or mating, but rarely if ever did they have to take care of each other.

Once she had done as much as she could, they had no choice but to wait for the fennecs to report back. That left the two of them sleeping as far away from the entrance of the breeding hall as they could, hopefully hidden away by the shadows, should someone walk in. Although the thought of mating themselves was rather alluring, given their surroundings, it'd have to wait; neither had the energy to do any such thing after all they'd been through. At the very least, the pillows and blankets were rather comfortable. Vaine made a mental note to have some imported to her chambers in Dragonfort once this whole situation had been dealt with.

A restless "night" later - it was really the day they were sleeping through - and several more agonizingly long and anxious hours later, the fennecs returned, each one tripping over the other to talk about possible entrances. One had managed to climb to the roof using scaffolding that'd once been adorned with vines. Vaine figured it might support her weight, but Cai was far too heavy.

The second had slunk in through a hatch mostly covered in sand that led to the cellar. When asked about how big that hatch was, the fennec described it as "ear-sized" which was apparently how these foxes measured things. If the ears fit, the fennec fit, but it'd be entirely too small for dragons. Presumably it'd been used for coal or perhaps food, in days long past.

The third, however, had a promising idea. There was a servants' entrance in the back. It was guarded, but only by a single drake, as the door was locked. It led into the servants' quarters, which were connected to the kitchen, which in turn led to the royal quarters. The fennec chirp-screamed excitedly, pulling a fistful of golden jewellery - perhaps piercings, it seemed - from a pocket in his robe. That was proof enough of him having picked the lock, and he also claimed to have jammed it so the door could no longer be locked.

That, of course, meant that Vaine would have to let the three fennecs rut her. But they were rather handsome, if small, with their enormous ears, silky-looking fur and androgynous features, so she didn't feel too terrible about it. In fact, she wanted it. Those urges to raise her tail for a male had only grown stronger over the last day, and while she could resist them, they were still distracting. Giving into them, on the other hand, was blissful ecstasy.

They snuck through the town again, through torchlit streets and towards the palace. There were more guards now than before. The other mating hall they passed had already been searched, with drakes posted outside of it, now. The queen likely knew - or at least predicted - that they were still here, and given her authoritarian regime, it was likely that the populace had little to say about it. Vaine could only hope that the rains would indeed come and hopefully snap the population out of their servile trance. If they didn't, there would be war; war that she wasn't sure Dragonfort could win.

The only thing higher than the stakes was Cai's lust; it was rapidly becoming unbearable once again. But it didn't completely overwhelm his senses this time, now that he'd had time to adjust to his body's demands. He managed to focus through it, and in particular, he managed to channel that lust to his more masculine endowments, with his cock hanging halfway out to sheath. When his mind wasn't being utterly clouded by lust, he realized that his own heat-scent was arousing him.

Still, he could indeed focus. And before long they were at the palace again. It was strange how actively they were being hunted, yet how little there was in the way of posted guards. Vaine surmised it was a case of arrogance; after all, the queen had always been the queen, just like her mother before her, and unlike in the lands of Dragonfort, the people seemed willing to tolerate that. Perhaps there'd simply never been attempts to overthrow her. Perhaps she thought that the two would already be running for their lives, and that the desert would claim them. Either way, it was a weakness they could use.

The one guard outside of the servants' entrance was easily subdued. He was already bored, and a simple gesture from Vaine shifted that boredom into tiredness. Leaning against a wall, the guard quickly dozed off. It felt like a trap, but at the same time, there were far easier ways to set a trap. There was a certain feeling of paranoia as they entered the building, that they'd surely be ambushed my dozens of guards, waiting just behind each corner. But that ambush never came; they ran into a few servants, but since they weren't looking for any intruders, Vaine easily encouraged them to not notice any. The magic was easier to perform the less someone cared, after all, when they had no reason to fight it. Much like everything in life. And so, they could pass unseen in plain sight.

The problem arose when they passed through the servants' quarters and kitchen both. Rather than leading where they thought it would, it led to a long, labyrinthine corridor. Not a problem for dragon who worked and lived there, but with no signs or directions, it was guesswork at best for intruders. But not having any idea which way the throne room was turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as rather than then reaching the intended destination, the dragon and fox ended up in what looked like a pool at first glance. A reservoir, on the second; an open and deep reservoir of crystal-clear water, the air around it humid and fresh. A garden surrounded it, gleaming verdant green in the shine of the mage-torches around the walls, perhaps how these lands looked after rainfall. Exotic flowers in vibrant, almost garish colours were in full bloom, all of them seemingly using up the water that had been stored in the depths of the palace, where none but the queen and other nobles would ever go.

A stark contrast from the outside world in its current state. And one that proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that the south was suffering under the queen's rule.

Those blooming desert flowers weren't the only thing that caught Cai's eye. In the middle of the garden was the queen herself, focused on tending to the plants that only she would get to experience the beauty of. Well, she was focused on the flowers, but upon hearing footsteps her attention immediately turned to the intruders. She opened her mouth to call something out, but Vaine instantly lashed out and silenced her. Sweet, wonderful payback.

Cai rushed towards her. It was only a matter of time before the guards heard the commotion, even without active calls for help. To his surprise, rather than retreating, she attacked, slamming herself against him and sending both tumbling across first the greenery and then the slick stone floor. She might've been smaller than Cai, bur she was no lighter, and the impact of her body knocked the air out of his lungs. With the dragons grappling on the floor, trying to get the upper hand, there wasn't much Vaine could do; the queen's mind was a closed fortress, and even though the vixen had managed to snuff out her voice, she couldn't probe deeper into the more conscious actions.

The dragoness struck at Cai's throat, and he narrowly dodged, her small but sturdy talons impacting with the marbled floor instead. He tried to pry her strange armoured slit open again, but she seemed all but impervious to his attempts, and she wasn't about to let him try to actually arouse her, countering each attempt at a caress or lick with a snap of her fangs, each one a very real danger. For the first time in a long while Cai wasn't sure if he could hold her off. But with each strike they came closer to the reservoir, and despite her best efforts, even the queen kept slipping on the smooth floor.

Moment by moment, she grew more furious, and several times, her claws left visible cuts in Cai's scales. It was hard for a dragon to kill another, with both covered in tough scales, but each stinging slice hurt regardless. He didn't think he was bleeding, but there was no time to check. There was no time for taunts, no time for snappy remarks; this wasn't the kind of fight dragons normally had. It was serious.

As Vaine watched Cai gradually forced her closer to the water, and once she realized what he was trying to do, she redoubled her efforts, managing to pin Cai just by the edge of the pool. The vixen felt her heart skip a beat as she dragoness struck without hesitation, her jaws snapping around Cai's throat - or they would have, had the drake not rolled backwards at the last second, using every last bit of his strength, falling into the reservoir and pulling the screeching dragoness with him. There was a loud splash, and then silence. Vaine looked on as their struggle continued underwater, even as the guards rushed into the room.

"They're in the water. What do we do?" one snarled.

"I can't swim, I can't-" another replied in a panicked admission. "-can she?"

"I don't know, I don't know. How'd they even get in here?" someone shouted.

And yet for all their bluster, none of them were willing to jump into the water to save their queen, even as she struggled for the surface. She could indeed not swim; not only were the desert-dragons short and stocky, but without any natural lakes, there was little reason to learn the art of swimming. But Cai wouldn't let her drown, and occasionally her head would break the surface of the water in a gasp for air, only to be pulled back under.

At first, nothing happened, but as the water soaked her scales, queen Silverscale felt an odd tingling sensation begin to spread through her. Weak, at first, but growing rapidly. It wasn't a feeling she was used to, but it began in her lower belly and spread out from there, making her want to stretch out. Almost a sense of calm despite the handsome male trying to keep her in the pool.

She was so unfamiliar with the feeling that she didn't know what it really meant. But it was irresistible, an urge to be touched swelling within her, the pleasant tingling soon followed by a sense of hunger and emptiness, her body threatening to act on its own as it reacted to the wetness as nature intended, a hazy warm neediness clouding her senses. The western drake's touch felt good, and he was all over her body, stroking and rubbing her wet scales, and it was with a certain twinge of terror that she realized that he'd stopped fighting, and a significantly greater surge of fear that she noticed that she had, too.

As those feelings grew, her body changed too. The protective scales around her vent softened as her nethers swelled with each heartbeat, like a flower in bloom. The next time Cai's paw roamed over that vulnerable spot, the queen almost blanked out from pleasure, that touch to her seldom-seen femininity sending a shock of delight through her mind. She curled, convulsively, around the male in turn as his talons gently explored her suddenly vulnerable mound. It was such an intoxicating sensation, and her struggle quickly became an internal one.

His firm, male body felt so good, pushed tightly against her. She felt his shaft press against her belly, slipping over those soaked scales. Downwards. On some level it disgusted her, how he clearly wanted to breed her like some common western dragoness, but thinking was becoming harder and harder with each moment as her heat and need both grew deeper. The next time her head was above the water, she gasped with growing lust rather than terror.

Cai was all but coiled around her, and she was helpless, entirely at his mercy. She had to fight him off somehow, but each time he repositioned to tighten his grip, his cock slipped a little lower. That virile, gross shaft brushed over her engorged, vivid purple womanhood, the warmth incredible in contrast to the chill of the water.

Maybe I should just let it happen, some traitorous voice whispered. Her juices were already intermingling with the water. Let him do it. Let him sink that wonderful shaft into you and spurt that sticky gift of motherhood deep inside your womb.

She hated this dragon. Hated the fact that he wasted so much time on lust rather than on being productive. Hated how openly he displayed his lust and distracted others with it. The very moment he'd walked in she'd been able to smell him, seen how swollen and ready he was, both his male and female parts. She took great pride in hiding her own desires, never letting them distract her from the tasks at hand.

And yet, feeling his obvious desire for her was exciting in a way she'd never felt before. How obviously he wanted to rut her. How she knew she was displaying her lust now, too. Her vent would be in full view, swollen just like Cai's shaft, and she was unable to do anything about it. Her body wanted it, and she felt helpless. It'd only be moments before he sunk into her unwillingly offered body. She already knew it'd feel amazing and that she'd want him to do it over and over again until she swelled with eggs. The last - and only - time it had happened, it'd felt good. Too good; it'd left her scared of ever letting herself experience it again. And now, she knew she didn't have a choice. She was going to feel that way again, and it'd leave her changed.

So when that shaft nudged against her lips, she moaned again. Her engorged slit quivered, responding to the spire of flesh seeking entrance. It prodded lower, right against her entrance, and bubbles escaped her maw in another moan before they reached the surface. Her own hips bucked against his virility, driving that tapered head into her soaked tunnel, and Cai thrust in turn, forcing himself deeper. She felt every inch of him as it slipped into her receptive body, accompanied by an almost painful twinge in her lower belly as her body prepared to be inseminated. Her inner muscles squeezed around that wonderful invasion as it spread her open, precum already slathering her quaking walls. The cock throbbed inside her and she felt it buck against her incredibly sensitive lips, the cum-vein at the bottom bulging as preseed splattered into her. Her mind was swimming under the myriad of sensations, knowing that each spurt might carry sperm with it, and that she might be pregnant before he even finished.

She realized that she wanted it. Or her body wanted it. But there was very little distinction between the two when in heat. And as Cai pinned her against the edge of the reservoir to keep her from floating away as he fulfilled his masculine purpose, she didn't resist.

The guards watched, transfixed, as their queen began to growl, whimper, and moan as the strange dragon mated with her. The pleasure on her face was undeniable. As Vaine watched, their arousal slowly became more and more evident, with the splashes from the vigorous rutting getting them wetter and wetter. Cocks began to slip out of their sheaths as they gazed on the lewd pair.

Outside, the clouds were gathering. They had been, ever since their encounter first started, but they'd been growing heavier and heavier with water. It was only when Cai impaled Silverscale that her control truly faltered, but it did so explosively. Rain began to pour outside, as if mirroring her own uncontrollable lust and wetness. Mating season had begun, with the rain whipping the sand into mud, mercilessly soaking every dragon outside and driving them into a frenzy of lust. Those who had been inside when it started quickly rushed out when they heard the commotion. And that included the guards who had been watching the display in the palace. All notions of duty were quickly forgotten in the face of baser needs.

She squirmed as Cai thrust his cock into her heated body under the water. Each motion set off fireworks of pleasure in her head, leaving her panting and snarling with pleasure as their union was consummated. She couldn't resist it any more than one could resist the tides; she was just as eager to feel those things - the pleasure, the climax, the throbbing, the sperm erupting into her - as Cai was to give it. Just as it always was. Just like Cai would be with a different male after he was done with her. Resisting any of it felt like madness at that point. After all, how could anyone even want to resist those feelings? Each tingle of pleasure as his ridges nudged into her, caressing her inflamed vulva, scratching every possible itch she couldn't even imagine, leaving her legs shaking uncontrollably as the drake drove into her sopping flower again and again with increasing urgency.

In the depths of her roiling consciousness, she knew that it was all her fault for not letting herself experience this more often. It was only the second time she'd been in heat, and as with Cai, it took females far longer than that to learn to control themselves. Yet, even though she knew that, it did nothing to change how beautiful the cock thrusting into her felt, as if she was made for it. Maybe she was. The thought of fully surrendering to those feelings was tantalizing, a warm, fuzzy wetness that enveloped her mind, teasing and tickling at her most primordial urges.

It'd happen regardless of what she wanted, right? So why fight it?

The moment that realization first came to her, she felt Cai tense up and shudder, thrusting so deep into her that she could've sworn she felt him press right up against her womb. She felt something yield inside her in a final act of surrender, an aching stretch as her cervix dilated, not enough so for Cai to slip inside, but just enough for the leaking, dangerous tip of his dragonhood to lodge itself right against that small, fateful opening. She felt a heavy throb as those muscles at the root of his maleness flexed, and a buck as the bare cock inside her swelled even further, forcing a groan from the dragoness. And then, a jet of warmth, quickly followed by another. He was seeding her.

Her reaction wasn't voluntary. It was barely even instinctual. But as her fertile womb was given what it was thirsting for, her body rewarded her for letting it happen. Muscles she couldn't even remember existed clenched inside her, sucking and caressing that throbbing length, as if thanking it for pumping rope after rope of sticky dragonseed into her. Each spasm of those muscles made her tremble and moan helplessly as pleasure surged though her, stars bursting across her vision as she barely remembered to breathe in the throes of the second orgasm she'd ever felt.

Just like the desert outside drinking in the rain, her body drank every drop of warm, rich sperm that was pumped into her. And just like the desert, she'd bloom with new life soon, her well-seeded cunt thrumming with satisfied, tingly bliss even after the throbs and clenches stopped, a small amount of leakage seeping out of her and into the previously clean water.

When Cai finally untangled himself from her, she offered no further resistance, her body feeling limp and glowing with a strange sense of contentedness. The vixen and dragon dragged her out of the pool together, leaving her to rest on the stone floor, her inflamed, purple snatch oozing with warm, male essence. That was the first time Vaine saw her in her full, aroused glory, her slit swollen outwards in her heat, beautiful in full bloom, with pearly white seed leaking out a wonderful contrast against her formerly pristine beauty.

She was barely even aware of the situation when a group of nobles hesitantly made their way into the garden, driven by curiosity of what had happened to bring the rains back. They stood in stunned silence, Vaine noted, eyes darting back and forth between the panting Cai and their barely conscious queen, lingering a little longer on her swollen, well-bred vent. That fascination only lasted for a brief moment before the monumental possibilities or deposing of the disgraced queen dawned on them. And then they all began speaking at once, each drake eager to be the one to rule, should Thorn be incapable of it.

Indeed, Thorn had no more interested in ruling anything even after being freed from the prisons, her attention fully focused on Cai's body. All she wanted was to come with them to Dragonfort, anything to get to enjoy the half-male more. Before Cai could even reply, Vaine accepted her offer, as having her around would allow Cai to resist his heats more easily. That, and Vaine looked forward to having the female eat her out as well. With dragon society as it was, being a dedicated slit-licker was likely the lowest of the low, but the two had never cared much for society. After all, they were a hermaphroditic dragon and a vixen, taking on the responsibilities that'd normally befall a single king or queen. A personal servant like Thorn would fit right in.

Word spread quickly of what they'd done, and the few who hadn't yet been driven into rut and heat by the rain were regardless clearly relieved that it'd finally come, watching the desert sands sprout with life, if only for a short time. The score of nobles agreed to rule together, at least as long in the interim, should the queen no longer wish to rule herself, or if words of her misdeeds and disgrace made the people turn against her. After that, it remained to be seen, though by the time Cai and Vaine left, it seemed that most were rather happy with their society restored to normal.

And that left the two with only one further thing to do in the south. A well-deserved reward for the both of them, and the vixen had the perfect idea.

The mating halls were, as expected, both literal and figurative orgies of activity. Even on the way there, Cai and Vaine passed by several mating couples, of all kinds of mixed genders, all rutting away years of pent-up tension in a beautiful chorus of blissful roars and growls. All of them were writhing together in ecstasy in the driving rain, in pools of water and whatever bodily fluids were spilled, though most were quickly washed away. Some groups were entirely disorganized, masses of the southern drakes, rutting and being rutted seemingly at random, raising their tales for any cocks and plunging themselves into any offered holes.

The halls themselves were a little more organized. There were long lines of dragons and dragonesses who preferred the more structured, traditional matings, though waiting in the lines and watching each other in full lusty, drippy bloom made many forfeit their original plans and opt to breed like animals in the nearby alleyways instead. Being the heroes of the day, Cai and Vaine didn't have to wait. In fact, seeing them approach, the dragons - with quite a few eager grins - allowed them, and the fennecs who were following the vixen like sharks smelling blood, to enter freely. No doubt hoping to get to breed a hero or two themselves. Or in the case of Cai, to carry a clutch of exotic royal eggs themselves. The rain had quickly washed away all notions of sexual immorality, at least for as long as it lasted, and as they squeezed into the hall, both of them felt a few daring licks snuck in under or near their tails.

Inside the hall was a pandemonium of instinctive, sexual sounds, sights, and scents, a thick wall of pheromones washing over the two. And there was no reason to resist the urges it triggered any longer. Cai shot a glance at Vaine, and they nodded to each other before inhaling that lust-laden musk deeply, in unison. It wasn't as if they needed the scent tickling those primal, heat-struck parts of their minds, not with the sight of dozens of dragons mating openly, of vents dripping with creamy draconic seed, and the satisfied moaning and growling of those involved.

Feeling her wetness soak into the fabric of her pants, Vaine unceremoniously peeled them off her legs, letting her own scent of heat mingle with that of the countless dragonesses. Cai was already there, the sights and sounds kicking his estrus into overdrive, and finally, he no longer had to resist it. Willingly letting those burning wants of his female side take full control felt like pure bliss.

The moment two of the dragonesses left their seats, happily dripping with warm cum that'd surely leave their bellies swelling, Cai practically pounced one of the racks, raising his tail to signal his readiness. Vaine, similarly, made her way to the other, smaller one. It was too tall for the fennecs to reach her presented cunt when he stretched out on it, but one of the dragons nearby shoved a crate over when he saw what was about to happen. Likely fantasizing over taking the vixen himself after the fennecs were done mating with her, if the way his cock bucked hard enough to slap against his bellyscales was anything to go by. The fennecs practically shredded their own clothing and shoved at each other to be the first to rut Vaine, but eventually, they conceded that the one who'd found the route that Vaine had used deserved the first go.

Cai watched as the small, long-eared fox climb up behind his mate, quickly positioned his red, vulpine shaft against her soaked, pink lips, and then thrust deep into her, both of them moaning in unison. At the same time, to his right, he could hear the climactic roar and visceral squelches of yet another drake spurting his hen full of that life-giving seed. And before he'd even finished inseminating her fully, he pulled out, pearly drops of his string release dangling from his tip, and moved in behind Cai, clearly eager to breed as many as he could. And Cai was all too happy to let him. He heard a satisfied churr from the freshly bred dragoness next to him, and knew that he'd be joining her in that hazy state soon. The male positioned himself behind, and then lunged up onto his back, his cock still dripping with the other dragoness' juices and his previous load oozing from the flared head.

And he slammed it into Cai's twitching, swollen vent, driving himself deep enough to let out the last few pulses of cum inside him, smearing that virile goo onto his very cervix. The sensation was indescribable. His body knew that he'd been inseminating, and so it immediately rewarded him, leaving him panting as a sense of well-being and tingly satisfaction both swept over his panting form even as the drake began to rut, but it wasn't enough. He needed more, he desperately wanted to ensure that he'd be knocked up, and so he was experiencing the full extent of both the bliss of a successful mating and the pleasure of an ongoing one at once, completely crushing any semblance of coherent thought left in his head. He cried out in pleasure, mindlessly joining the animal bliss of the other mating pairs.

Vaine herself was panting and moaning as the first fennec hammered into her ready snatch with almost feral speed, his hips a blur as he mated with the vixen. Because of his small size, he kept the same pace even as his knot began to swell, leading to it stretching her lips each time he pulled out with an audible slurp. The sensation of getting knotfucked like that made her clutch tighter against the rack, her jaw hanging open and eyes half-lidded. It was only when the fennec actually erupted that he finally slowed down, slamming his vulpine shaft deep into her wet, clutching body and holding it there as he throbbed, spraying her insides with watery fox-seed. The vixen was left just on the edge of orgasm, and she whimpered with need as the first fennec finished, pulling out along with a gush of his semen, wagging her rear to entice the next one to take his place and finally take her there, over that wonderful peak.

Not that they needed enticement. The moment the first one's cock pulled out of her sperm-soaked flower, the next one was on top of the crate, his erection aching from having watched the display, almost shoving the first out of the way as he quickly sunk himself into Vaine's gaping femininity. She might already be pregnant, but that didn't bother the fennec any, nor did the previous male's seed quickly frothing around his own shaft as he began to rut her. All that mattered for him - and everyone else in the room - was that base urge of mating. And if he was quick enough to plant his seed, it might take root before that of his rivals could.

Vaine could feel each thrust making more cum drip down her thighs as she clutched, clenched, and writhed in pleasure. She felt so utterly slutty, so utterly wonderful¸ especially with everyone around her feeling just the same, each moan feeding into the excitement of the other couples. Her eyes fell on Cai just in time to see the dragon on top of him stiffen and growl, gutturally, and she saw his expression dissolve into one of pure bliss, knowing he was feeling the exact same thing as she was, of hot, sticky virility pumping into her receptive body. That, more than anything, was what pushed her over the edge, and her back arched as she finally got what she wanted, an explosive, squirting climax that left her milking the fennec's cock, physically begging for his seed and kits, mind awash in delight and pure hedonistic abandon.

The memories of that session got blurry after that. Both of them took countless more males, letting any eager cock plunge into them. One of the fennecs even stroked himself off into Cai's quivering tunnel, and several of the nameless drakes took turns with Vaine in turn. Towards the end of it, she felt like her insides were entirely a warm, gooey mess, sloshing around by the time the orgy of release finally ended and she stood up. Her belly bulged from the sheer volume of cum inside her, running freely down her legs, and Cai looked just the same as they retreated for the night, rubbing and caressing each other's bellies, sharing in the afterglow of being so thoroughly bred.

The next morning, both woke up nauseous, and sharing quick, knowing glance and smiles, they knew it was time to return to Dragonfort. Their work here was done, after all; after the mating frenzy had died down and rains slowed to a drizzle, most of the southerners had realized just how badly they'd fared under the queen's rule. She didn't end up suffering for her reign, but she was replaced with that tentative council of nobles as word of her condition spread, and those eagerly agreed to a pre-emptive alliance with Dragonfort, for mutual benefit. After all, the king of Dragonfort, his vixen consort, and the disgraced queen of Nazjadar would all be laying some hybrid eggs in the near future; what better way to solidify a lasting union?

As for Thorn, she was happy to follow, taking her place on the floor below Cai's throne, her muzzle buried under his tail every chance she got. At least when there weren't any petitioners. And sometimes, even then, when her newfound addiction got the better of her.