The Royal Treatment by Espera
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WARNING! Contains Adult Content! Children under age 18 should not read!
These stories may contain sexual content between Furry or reptile characters, as well as possible oral, anal, and foot fetish. They also may contain macrophilia and vore.
The Royal Treatment
The sound of heavy breathing filled the near-darkness of the Royal Hoard Chamber. The faint light glinted off piles, hills, and mountains of gold, jade, rubies, opals, and other rare and valuble metals, jewels and items. The chamber was surrounded by high stone walls, but had no ceiling. High above the stone walls was the ceiling to an enormous cavern, covering up all hints of a sky.
Sprawled upon the mountainous, precious hoard was an enormous, three-headed female Dragon. Her scaley hide was black, with traces of gold and red here and there around edges. Her chest slowly rose and fell in gentle slumber as her three heads snoozed, her enormous wings stretched over the vast piles of money and jewelry.
Her form spoke of unending power. The powerful muscles of her shapely thighs looked like they could move mountains. The deeply curved wing muscles of her chest were visibly what was necessary to keep her incredible body airborn. The long, strong, dexterous muscles of her tail could likely as not smash down the wall to a castle. Each of her heads seemmed to have a slightly sifferent attitude about it, even in sleep. The right head sniffed and snarled. It had vicious horns, and its front fangs protruded wickedly. The middle head slept a gentle, meditative sleep. It was firm and wise-looking. The left head whimpered and crooned in its sleep, as if in the arms of a lover. If one were a dragon, it could be said to be cute. Its curves were soft and beautiful.
The dreams, various as they may have been, of the Goddess Queen of Dragons was soon to be interrupted, however. The middle heard first vaguely became aware of a presence, even in her sleep. Soon, there was no mistaking it.
"My Queen! My Queen!" came a comparitively small voice. The middle head opened its eyes. They were typically deep and thoughtful, filled with wisdom, but at this moment, they glowed, and were filled with annoyance. The speaker, a young male black dragon stopped dead in his tracks, his voice suddenly caught in his throat.
"Speak. What is it?" demanded Tiamat's middle head. Her eyes spoke of impending doom if the reason for the disturbance was not good.
"My Queen! There's.. there's... another REALLY BIG she dragon! She's a green! She's been parading around the Kingdom!" said the black excitedly. The two other heads quickly open their eyes, suddenly revealing their wakefulness.
"Really? Wow... is she nice?" asked the left head.
"Someone trying to take our glory, hmm? One of those uppity greens.." muttered the right head.
"This is of no concern to us.... So some green has found a way to make herself larger. We are the Queen of the Dragons, and no child with parlor tricks will come even close to replacing us." Said the middle head. The black dragon cowered.
"Still.... She needs to be.. put in her place. None can even DREAM of taking our glory, and not feel the consequences. She must be shown who is the superior Dragoness. Said the right head.
"Yeah... and I bet she's cute.." said the left.
Tiamat's middle head looked to her two counterparts and sighed, suddenly realizing that she's been outvoted.
"I still say we should just go back to sleep." said the middle head.
"Business before pleasure." replied the right
"Pleasure before sleep," replied the left.
The comparitively small black dragon cowered back as the enormous she dragon pulled herself up to a 4-legged position, then leaned back on her haunches, stretching her wings, with one hand braced on the ground.
"Where is she?" demnaded the right head of the little dragon
"On the far side of the cavern.." said the black.
"Very well," said the right head.
Tensing her enormous, powerful muscles, the Goddess She Dragon launched herself into the air with windforce that knocked the black off its feet and flat on its back. Flying through the open roof of the great Dragon Fortress, Tiamat flew through the cavern, searching out her prey.
The giant forest dragon was not hard to find. She was sprawled out lazily on her back, each of her limbs spread out wide. She, too, was snoozing. Tiamat could see why the black dragon was alarmed. The forest-green she dragon was fully eight times larger than a normal one of her kind would be. This made her almost as long as Tiamat herself, but not quite.
Tiamat's right head chuckled evilly as she came crashing down for a landing. The force shook the ground, and even made Forestine, the Giand She Dragon, bounce a bit off the ground. She awoke suddenly, to find three heads gazing down at her.
"So this is the giant she dragon we've heard so much about, hehe," snickered the right head.
"She IS cute.." said the left
"I still say she's nothing special, and we should just go back to sleep." Muttered the middle head.
Forestine tried to get up, but she soon found Tiamat's right hand planted firmly on her chest, pressing her down.
"Queen Tiamat, um... it is an honor..." Forestine sputtered.
"Don't even try with the formalities, hehe. You're ours. Its time to test your mettle." Said the right head, grinning wickedly.
Forestine realized what was going on, and knew that she'd already lost. A Dragon mating, be it male to female, or female ot female, was always a test of power and will. One would always dominate the other. In this case, Tiamat already had her, and there was nothing she could do against the mighty Goddess. She had no choice but to submit.
This look of hopeless submission braught a grin to the right head's lips.
"So you realize what position you're in?" she asked.
Forestine could only nod.
"Good, then let there be no further ado."
Tiamat positioned herself such that she was laying next to Foestine, with her three heads near the green she dragon's feet, and her feet all but shoved into Forestine's face. Both she dragons had a fine moist layer of sweat on their feet, which contained a strong dosage of their sexual pheramones. The scent and flavor was enough to intoxicate a male. It was indeed strong enough to entice a female. Overwhelmed by the strong, magically seductive scent of Tiamat's sweat, Forestine began to lick her feet with long strokes of her dexterous dragon tongue.
Tiamat's right and left head simultaneously took on Forestine's feet. Her middle head hung back, still somewhat miffed that she'd been outvoted. Her right head atacked Forestine's left foot with her tongue, curling it around the toes and lashing it up the bottom of Forestine's feet, sucking strongly on her toes to strip away Forestine's own potent, sexy sweat. Tiamat's left head was more gentle and lovy, taking it more slowly, sliding her long wet moist tongue all over Forestine's foot, lapping up the flavorful, phreamone-charged sweat in long licks.
The pleasure of the attention to her feet, in addition to the strong scent and flavor of Tiamat's feet made Forestine groan. She was visibly wet between the legs now. Tiamat collectively grinned at this, even her middle head, to an extent. Forestine's sexual scent started to fill the air as she grew more excited. With her body over Forestine's, Tiamat becan to back her way up Forestien's body slowly,, the righ tand left head each taking a leg, while the middle head began licking up Forestine's tail. Tiamat's tongues caressed and massaged Forestine's sexy, strong calves and ankles and slowly made their way towards her knees.
In the meantime, Forestine, with only one head, was faced with Tiamat's massive legs. She began licking up Tiamat's heels, and alternativing from one ot the other, up the incredibly powerful calves, her tongue riding along the plainly obvious muscle lines. The shiny black hide was sensuous, and Tiamat's own rising scent was starting to drive Forestine crazy with excitement. Juices oozed from her vaginal slit, dripping between her legs down her tail.
Tiamat made it to Forestine's knees, licking their soft sensitive backsides with her long, luscious tongues, massaging the hide and miscles warmly. Finally, she made it to Forestine's thighs. The outside were the picture of strength and shapeliness, the inside a prime image of soft, supple sexiness. Tiamat ran her tongues along the smooth muscle-lines, and pressed them into the soft, resiliet flesh of the inner thighs.
Forestine was faced with Tiamat's incredible thighs. So large and thick and powerful were they that they were each larger than some of the smaller dragons. Forestine licked over them with her long, sexy warm tongue, nuzzling the inner thighs, feeling their supple softness, very close to Tiamat's strong sexy scent. All this was making Forestine very excited indeed. Her waist was slowly being covered in a growling click pool of slowly thickening juice. Tiamat's own hot, sexy juices dripped onto Forestine's chest and neck in thick gobs.
The giant green she dragon was breathing hard and sporatically as Tiamat got closer and closer to the prize. The right and left heads where licking at the soft valley where Forestine's thighs met her body, while her middle head was licking at Forestien's juices, and into her anal slit. Shivers ran down Forestine's body as she got closer and closer to Tiamat's own heated vaginal slit, licking into Tiamat's anal slit, her long tongue penetrating into the deep crevasse, relaxing the muscles there.
The sensation that Forestine felt next made her rock and gasp, and nearly orgasm.. she felt not one, but three long sexy tongues penetrate her pulsing anal slit. Forestine was paralyzed for a moment of utter ecstacy as the swirling, snaking warm tongues spread her lips wide and pressed against her hot juicy walls, licking into her deeply, drinking and lapping at her juices. At the same time, Tiamat's own heated slit was hovering over Forestine's face, the thickening juices falling down over and into her snout.
Tasting Tiamat's juices was almost unbearable. The combination of sexual and magical power made Forestine's mind reel, and her slit pulse incredibly. Forestine barely dared to lick more of it, for threat of giving herself a hearrt attack. Tiamat collectively grinned, knowing she could easily make Forestine climax at this moment, but refused to do so. She pulled her slit away from Forestine's face, and removed her tongues wetly from the giant green's slit, and reversed her position, opening up Forestine's slit with her fingers, and pressing the lips of her own hot, slightly swollen vaginal slit between them, letting her juices lead right into Forestine's pulsing hole. Tiamat's middle head came down to kiss Forestine deeply and passionately while the other two licked her face and neck and chest, and Tiamat began to rub hersel against Forestine vigorously.
The ecstacy for Forestine was intense. Her body shaked and shivered, tensed and convulsed. Her finger claws ripped into the ground on ether side of her, and her tail lashed violently. Inside her, pressure built quickly as suddenly the pulses in her slit hit their utmost intensity. Hot jets of thick, pungent, orgasmic juice geysered up into Tiamat's slit as Forestine's hips arched up against her, the green dragoness's head laid back, eyes closed, mouth open in a mask of ecstacy. Spurt after spurt of orgasmic juice ripped from Forestine's body onto and into Tiamat.
"..rrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRAAAHHHH!!!" the Dragon Goddess roared, her heads reared back, jaws wide, and hot jets of powerful flame lashed out from all three snouts as the great Queen of Dragons tensed and unleashed her orgasm.
The juices rushed from her slit in massive deluges which ripped directly into Forestine's deep slit, filling it quickly to overflowing, and starting to cover the green she dragon's hips, legs, belly and tail. The Dragon Queen huffed and growled as the climax continued, her thick, potent jucies covering Forestine up to the neck, and down past her knees.
Finally, both dragoneses relaxed, and Tiamat rolled off the green, laying to the side for the moment.
"No matter how big you think you are, always remember which of us is the greater," growled Tiamat's right head. The Dragon Queen then disappeared, appearing on her hoard, where she promptly fell to sleep.
Forestine still lay in the huge puddle of the Goddess's cum, lost in a cloud of ecstatic dilerium, marked, for the next few weeks anyway, as the Queen's conquest.