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'Treaty of binding courtship:'

'Esteemed and mighty ruler, we beseech you in this late hour with regards to your requested alliance. We wish to present offers of bounty, wealth, and prosperity for both our great kingdoms. In these times it has become clear to both of us that a future of kinship would provide the greatest life for all. Therefore, as a humble and generous people of trade, I King Boreas of the northern arctic foxes, have agreed to accept your proposal.

'As are many civilized creatures, the foxes of the northern realms are opposed to the idea of battle and warfare, for what is the life of a kingdom if wasted? It is, for this reason, we have always believed in far more peaceful methods of coexistence, bonds, and relations between races.'

'Therefore, we wish to bring you into the fold with an ancient binding ceremony of courtship, to be fulfilled by you and a chosen representative of our fine race, in hopes that you both may sire future children to support and strengthen our newfound alliance. We have considered this further in light of recent events, for we see your kingdom struggles with famine, war, and pestilence. Enemies press you on all borders, your people starve, and we as a noble, generous race, do not wish to sit idle while such suffering is allowed to exist.'

'In such, and post your much-appreciated agreement, our representative will be dispatched shortly, while in the presence of selected witnesses you, and any other females of notable stature in your court, will sire his young, in hopes that together we can bring peace and security to all of our lands. We also thank you for your most generous cooperation thus far. It is pleasant to see that you clearly possess the noble heart to place your subjects before yourself, to go as far as to sacrifice your own body to a greater cause, is a trait all rulers of our stature should strive for. A very, selfless and gracious act, indeed.'

'Regardless, we wait in earnest for the day upon which the ceremony can transpire, and your kind bonded with ours in royal consummation. Pending the ceremony, you will be required to sign this treaty, to confirm you have, indeed, fulfilled your end of the deal. May the future of both fox and dragon be a great one, and may the children of our sacrifices this day live long and true lives!'

'Yours faithfully ¬¬-'

Queen Narcissa peered down her wrinkled muzzle imperiously at the glamorously presented parchment in disgust.

How can those smooth tongue fools spin something so vile into words so easily? She thought, turning away from her desk with a snarl and doing her best to restrain herself. No, no, I can't just burn it, I still have to sign in once I let that sly fox rut...

Her thoughts trailed off as she imagined the sensation of a creature so much lesser then herself having his way with her. His frail, bipedal body, pale fur, and a cock so pathetic it could never compare to a dragons! Not to mention limbs that could so easily be torn off by dragon claws. She could rip apart ten foxes before she let any of them near her rear, and the idea caused her talons to flex eagerly against the marble floor as if to sharpen. But alas, like the letter had made very clear, this stain upon her pride would be for the good of her kingdom.

They have a way of making me sound like the villain if I refuse, I'll give them that. She thought with a huff, purple smoke bubbling from her flared nostrils. What in Umbra's name would a fox cock even feel like? They're so sleek and...

The moment her hips shifted at the idea she may actually be curious, she cut her thoughts off with an abrupt shake of her head. No way would she even consider the notion she could be pleasured by such a lowly creature. The foxes of the north were sly and cunning, relying on guile where their strength lacked. She knew just what game they might be playing, yet just like most, she was backed into a corner. The King's letter was right, with the struggles facing her kingdom, to mate herself with one of their prosperous kind would be the easiest way out.

Urg, but why did it have to be sex? I don't want to be rutted by a fox, let alone carry the brood of one! She inwardly cursed, wings ruffling as she pressed a forepaw to her gut and imagined what it may feel like to have pups in her womb.

All the fantasy did was cause her to shudder in disgust, muzzle wrinkling again as she proclaimed in a low snarl. "Well, two can play the sly game, King Boreas, I did not become queen without learning a few things."

Recalling how she'd overthrown and killed the previous ruler of Umbra, not to mention all who opposed her ever since, the dark dragoness looked to the array of petrified, amethyst dragons standing around her, faces locked in stunned agony.

Maybe I could add a fox to this collection? She thought deviously, snaking forward like a venomous viper and coiling her tail around one of the statues as she cupped his chin.

"What do you think of that, Sir Valtrex? Hmmm, you tried to breed me just as deceitfully once and look how you ended up," she cooed, peering into the frozen dragon's eyes, almost able to imagine him staring back in stunned awe.

"I am a queen of Umbra, not some toy for the northern tribes to throw around and rut!" she boasted to no one in particular, turning tail to the petrified dragon and lifting her rump to present herself. "So close to rutting me, aren't you, Valtrex? Mere inches from my needy, wet, succulent lips, and yet so far that you can only dream of what I may feel like."

Stealing herself, she sat up and clenched a foreclaw, black talons scraping dark scales like daggers as her eyes narrowed and she declared. "And that's just how this prissy fox will end up. Maybe then they'll come to an agreement on my terms just to get him back."

It was a delightfully devious plan, and she reveled in every moment of its conception as she laughed to herself and perused each of the frozen males that had dared defy her before. All had failed, all had been punished, and this time would be no different.

Those smooth tongue fools don't even have any idea when my heat is. That ambassador could be here for weeks and not get anywhere. No matter how off-putting the idea of being rutted for weeks on end was, she could at least put up with that over getting knocked up.

Nevertheless, she still chuckled to herself as she slinked over to her bed and flopped down, wings at her sides like loose curtains and one foreclaw on her lower underside. The idea of her own master plan, her own great intellect, almost made her needy. Horny even, and soon her foreclaw began to wander down, like the questing tip of a suitor's hard cock ready to penetrate her womb. Little did any of those males know that there was no one truly worthy enough to get under her tail.

Well, that's not entirely true. I can think of a few that I'd love under my tail. But least of all males. She thought, uttering a shrill breath as one, lone talon started to dance circles around her scaly folds.

She could almost imagine her own gentle touch as the masterfully-precise tongue of one of her court members, some of those dragonesses, in particular, knew how to press her buttons. But as her creeping self-pleasure continued, her promiscuous thoughts shifted. First to the idea of a dragonesse's muzzle buried deep in her pussy, lavish tongue snaking in and out as the suitor drank her warm arousal. Then to the idea of a male dragon's hard cock slamming into her like some orc's war hammer, each thump of his inner thighs against her taught butt a loathsome pleasure. But as that idea faded, new thoughts spawned, ones of sly curiosity.

It began with the imaginary sensation of fur against her sensitive under scales before she almost wondered what it would be like to feel canine paws grip her hips and a knotted cock plunge deep into her, pounding until the two of them were tightly bonded and she was filled to the brim with warm seed.

Lost in the lustful fantasy, her own claws started to work, diving right for her clit and wasting no time as she rubbed the precious love button over and over, practically slamming it as she gasped. The thought of being mounted by anyone, no matter her stubborn pride, was at least a little arousing, and after a long day in court, the dubious idea that she'd be rutted by a non-draconian turned her sense of exotic curiosity into a frenzy. She hated herself for it, but her body certainly did not. The feeling of her paw on her clit was like blissful music, singing to her and beckoning her to cum like a dear lover.

With a pleasure-filled moan, she did just that, wings flaring and tail coiling into knots as she spread her hind legs wide and fell into orgasmic bliss. She had to admit, it was a rather weak display, often it would take her far longer to climax. But with all that was going on right now, she didn't care, she only craved the moment of ecstasy more and more. Therefore, her bold paw drew back, strings of sticky, dragoness cum lathering her claws as she inspected it.

I can't seriously think I'll like being bred by a fox, can I? She thought to herself, the idea of her body being violated as she'd violated so many others sickening. But it's a new sensation, a new feeling and if he does not impress I can still turn him to amethyst like the rest.

Her previously treacherous plan still firmly in mind, she brought her cum-laden paw to her muzzle, running her long tongue over the sleek scales and relishing the taste of her own arousal. What others would not have given to taste the same warm juices, to bury their snout from where they'd swelled. To have her as their queen like no male ever could, and certainly no fox from the north.

Maybe, if he's good enough, I can keep him as a pet? No way the other foxes will try anything against me if I have one of their own captive like that? She toyed with the idea like a cat would a mouse, licking her foreclaw clean before letting it droop down again.

No matter her plans, the idea still made her horny. In fact, she'd half a mind to send for some lone male from the dungeons to see what service he could offer. Umbra only knew she liked a male when she was in a particularly sultry mood, to use him, feel him, then curse him to a life of petrified crystal. Yet she merely sighed and let her forepaw once again draw smooth circles around her aroused pussy, scales still sleek with cum.

What's the point in a male, I may as well just call upon the court? Umbra knows those dragonesses need it as much as I do right now. She concluded, maliciously coy ideas flowing through her horny brain.

At that, she rolled onto her side, one forepaw still clenching her pussy as she reached for an orb beside her bed with the other. A deep black sphere with a smooth surface of shimmering glass and an underlying storm of slowly swirling clouds, the thing had been used by her predecessor to communicate with those she'd deemed worthy. That meant each one of the court dragons had one, and the more Narcissa thought, the more she felt the need to summon one dragoness in particular, rather than all of them having some orgy.

Maybe some one-on-one time will feel better? She concluded as she wrapped her foreclaw around the orb, only for a sudden sound to catch her attention. Urg, what now?

Despite the queen's frustration, the tapping of claws upon marble beyond her bed-chamber doors signaled the approach of a dragon. The shadow she glimpsed under the door more so, before, as if on cue, there was a knock.

"Your Darkness... Urg, Narcissa, open up, it's Persephone, we need to talk," sounded the agitated tone of one of the queen's court members.

By Umbra, just the dragoness I was going to send for. The queen thought, stunned by the convenience for no more than a second before she stood up, hid the treaty the fox king had sent her under some books and marched over to the door.

Even so, her devilish mood was still in full bloom and as she grasped the handle, she cooed. "Oh, you know, I was just thinking of calling you up here?"

There was a snort from outside as Persephone retorted. "Oh, I bet you were, and don't worry, I'll see to that need right after I'm done with what I have to say."

Oh, she knows me too well, read the idea right out of my head. The queen noted, opening the door to be greeted by the smaller, black-scaled dragoness with regal gold, and jewel-studded attire.

"Well, what is it you want... Keep in mind I'm super horny right now, so don't waste my time," the queen asked as the smaller dragoness slipped in, ruby-red eyes narrowing as she snorted smoke.

"You know no time with me is ever a waste," she proclaimed, a foreclaw pressed to her chest as she puffed out. Yet as proud as she was, she seemed to deflate as she added in a low grumble.

"That's if you don't go selling your skanky ass to wolves first."

It was time for Narcissa's crimson eyes to narrow as the queen snapped. "What did you just say to me?"

"Oh, you heard me, Narcissa. I know about this courtship treaty thing, you're gonna be strung up by a wolf and pegged like a whore." Before the smaller dragoness could even utter another blasphemy, the queen shoved her back and pinned her to the bed.

"It seems you've grown a little too big for your station, young dragoness. How dare you speak of me like that!" she warned, teeth bared into a vicious snarl.

Persephone merely mirrored the fearsome gesture, her own fangs flashing as she gripped the queen's shoulders.

"Tell me I'm wrong, your Darkness? I heard that they're going to send a big, bad wolf to stick his huge cock under your tail until you beg," she taunted.

"For one, they're foxes, not wolves, and two, it's all for Umbra, our kingdom!" Narcissa countered angrily, pressing a foreclaw to Persephone's chest. "So you tell me I'm wrong!"

"Oh, like you ever really cared about this place, it's falling to pieces. No way you'd lift your tail to save a bunch of ratty drakes and curselings," the smaller dragoness responded, flicking up her tail to coil around the queens. "I kind of think you want a wolf under your tail."

"They're not wolves!" the queen snapped again, but Persephone merely scoffed.

"Ah, see, you even stand up for them now. Wolves, foxes, no matter what, they're vile vermin that are beneath us!"

Despite everything, the queen could not disagree. Her court dragoness was right, and she knew it. She's taunting me, she just wants me mad.

Narcissa sneered down at Persephone as she pressed. "Okay, you've made your point, now what else did you come here for?" The smaller dragoness smirked. "To call you a horny fool, who gets fucked by wolves!"

With a sudden surge of strength, she flipped the queen over and onto her back, pressing her into the pillows. Narcissa grunted, gripping her assailant's shoulders, yet the reality was nothing new. Masochistic sex was commonplace in the palace and could spontaneously arise all the time, especially when Persephone was involved.

"Then I'll just have to fuck you too, then you'll be two master's below the 'wolf'," the queen spat, and Persephone grinned, her coiled tail tightening to bring their pussies closer together.

She moaned as the dragoness atop her moved in a subtle flow, their ready genitals meeting like a lovers' kiss, trailing sticky fluids as they parted. All the while, Persephone's smirk did not fade. Like she was the truly dominant dragoness.

"Oh, I don't think so, you're Darkness, you'd have to give me some pretty serious orders to get me to submit to them." The upper dragoness licked her lips. "I'd much rather rip them apart for dinner."

She shifted again, her pussy meeting the queen's, and no matter her confident expression, a shrill gasp escaped her muzzle along with Narcissa's. "You're a whore, my queen, but you're my whore!"

"Is that so?" the queen challenged as she surged up and grasped the smaller dragoness. "Because if that's true, then I'm such a dirty queen and must be cleaned!"

At those words Persephone seemed to know exactly what her ruler intended and leaped away, strutting over to the room's bath chamber with a purposefully emphasized walk, hips thrust from side to side, and tail up.

"Oh, you're quite right, your Darkness, how could I have failed to see that?" she cooed, eyes lidded as she glanced back over her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Narcissa prowled after her like a hungry manticore stalking its prey, eyes set on Persephone's toned rear.

"Because you are blind to the sacrifices I've made because of my duty as queen, something you don't have to worry about," the queen offered, giving Persephone's flank a loving lick.

"Oh, but I worry about you, your Darkness. I worry that some sick wolf will come and steal you from me," the smaller dragoness feigned fear as she whimpered, then smirked. "So why don't you get up against this wall and I'll see to under your tail."

She gave a nod towards the shower wall at the far side of the glamorous royal bath chamber, and the queen considered the offer as she flicked the water on with a wingtip.

"Hmmm, I would, but..." Her words died as she dashed forward and tackled Persephone against the stone like a mighty stud. "I have to fuck my own little whore first."

Persephone gave a grunt, hot water cascading over her and the queen as her spiny neck arched, and Narcissa bit at her scales.

"Oh... So there is some fight left in you, my..." Before the smaller dragoness could finish, the queen dived under her tail and started to kiss the edge of her needy pussy like a long lost lover.

The effects were immediate, and Persephone tensed as if she'd been struck by electrical magic, wings going rigid, and tail coiling as she moaned. "Aaaa, yes... Y-you're Darkness, put me back in my place."

Call me a whore will you? The queen thought as Persephone mocked submission and spread her hind legs. You're going to see why I'm the queen and not some fox's fuck-toy!

"You say that as if I'd ever allow you to rise above your station," the queen cooed, ceasing Persephone's hips with her foreclaws and pulling her moist folds wide.

The smaller dragonesse's snout wrinkled into a further snarl, her tail flicked upwards and her stiff wings fidgeted as if caught in a light breeze. Yet she uttered no more than a shrill moan as the queen teasingly ran her slender muzzle along her pussy, tongue slipping between fangs to caress the silken tissue.

"You're all talk, little one, no bite," she declared as she slithered her invasive tongue inwards, lapping up Persephone's delicious arousal as she'd done her own mere minutes ago. "I'd almost assume it was not you I saw putting all those thieving curselings in their place these past few weeks. You're pathetic."

"Arg... Y-you should say that to them when I rip their heads from their shoulders!" Persephone roared, head bowed as she worked her hips to better accommodate her queen's advances.

"My brother could give you a lecture on the matter too... I..." her words were stolen by a lustrous moan, and the queen grinned as she stroked her lover's flanks tenderly.

"Oh, I know all too well, little one. How you'd have Stygian see to your every dark desire like no more than a toy to be disposed of afterward," she taunted, snaking her tongue in deep once more, and masterfully setting it upon Persephone's needy clit.

"Arg... Y-you have no idea, my... My queen," the smaller dragoness forced as she shuddered, claws slipping on the wet rocks as her forelegs slid downward and her hips spread wider.

"Oh, I don't?" Narcissa countered, squeezing her lover's butt until her sharp claws began to sheer scales. "I guess I'll have to mark you with another scar to make sure I have a reminder."

Persephone threw her head back with a loud yelp of pleasure as the queen's claws slowly drew blood. Her whole body shuddered as if turning to jelly, yet she stood firm, rolling in the waves of ecstasy that flowed over her as the queen continued her masterful work.

"Reminders, I... I thought this was to forget?" the smaller dragoness cooed. "Forget that you're only days away from having a pathetic wolf's cock under your tail!"

In a moment of flared rage, the queen clenched her claws tighter, and Persephone screamed in masochistic bliss as she roiled in the sensation of sharp pain. Even so, her head was soon bowed again and she panted, reveling in the idea that yet more scars from the queen's lustrous work would mar her body.

Meanwhile, Narcissa continued to prod and probe at the smaller dragonesse's clit, her pussy growing wetter than the warm water cascading over the pair of them as her tongue danced masterfully over the fleshy love button.

That's right, you little slut, help me forget! She inwardly declared, pressing down on Persephone's clit, before sucking on it like a swollen teat. Umbra knows, you're good for it.

At those devilish thoughts, the queen struck her tongue down hard, shoving the smaller dragonesse's clit like she were a male plunging his member deep into the womb. The reaction she garnered was just as she'd expected, and perfectly devious. Persephone screamed in radiant bliss, her front legs pressed right up to the wall as she threw her head back once more and snorted a searing plume of fire. Sharp claws scraped damp rock like a chalkboard as the flames turned the hot water to a humid shroud of lingering steam. Yet the queen did not let up, she plunged her muzzle deeper, her snorting nostrils parting Persephone's folds in the most vulgar manner as she licked deep into the smaller dragonesse's eager womb.

The action shunted Persephone forward with a hard grunt, her hind legs splayed so wide it was a wonder she didn't topple over as the most unsavory sounds emitted from under her raised tail. Meanwhile, her tongue lulled between her fangs, eyes closed tight as the pleasurable sensation of the queen's penetrating muzzle blasted through her. As if beckoned by instinct, she wanted to drop her front down, shove her hindquarters into the air, and lift her tail in full submission to the queen. Yet Narcissa's grip allowed none of it as she continued to eat her out like a hungry beast, milking her for every drop, as with one final lap of her tongue, the queen had Persephone on the very precipice of climax.

Yet just like that, she paused, cruelly pulling her muzzle away and licking her lips. Without a word, Persephone peered back over her shoulder, panting like a dog under the shower's flow as she glared daggers at her ruler. Narcissa merely smirked back with ravenous contentment, her sly grin broken only by her tongue as she licked more of her lover's arousal from her fangs.

She'll cum for me, but I'll make her beg for it. For all the insults she's so confidently hurled around, I'll make her plead for me to let her finish. The queen thought, and just like that, Persephone slumped down, her rear thrust upward, and her tail coiled back over her arched spine.

As if reading Narcissa's intentions right out of her head, the submissive dragoness was like a wretch begging in the water as she finally pleaded. "Oh, my queen, do not do this to me... I... I'm so close!"

Panting hard, she wiggled her hips invitingly, wet pussy swollen as it was frozen on the very edge of orgasm. Yet Narcissa simply tilted her head forward, gingerly sniffing her lover's arousal like a suitor inspecting fine perfume.

Hmmm, like blueberries, just as she always smells. The queen noted, the sweet scent of fruit a far cry from Persephone's bloody and terrible nature. Maybe she does deserve a little mercy?

"Arg... My queen, please..." the strained dragoness cried, her face contorted into a snarl as she resisted the urge to simply finish herself off with a rub of her tail. "I... I can't sit like this!"

"Oh, but you can, little one, and you will until you remember that I am your queen, and I am not to be spoken of like some common, two-bit whore," Narcissa asserted once more, stroking her lover's rear like a precious trophy.

A shrill gasp hissed through Persephone's bared teeth as she clenched her jaw tight and snorted more fire. "Y-yes... My queen, my humblest of... A-apologies!"

Hardly satisfactory, but the sooner I get her to cum, the sooner she can see to me. The queen thought nonchalantly, yet her thoughts were overshadowed by the ferocity of her next action.

Like a ravenous monster, she plunged her muzzle forward once again, delving deep into Persephone's silken folds as her tongue swiftly found the smaller dragonesse's precious love button. The reaction was immediate, and Persephone called out in pure ecstasy as the tense dam holding back her welling orgasm was broken, and her climax flooded forth like a tsunami. Pleasure radiated through her in a great pulse, like crackling lightning lancing through her veins and spanning right to the very tips of her rigid wings.

Her face contorted yet again, savage grunts escaping through her clenched teeth as her hind legs spaced wider and her tail spasmed like a coiled rattle-snake. Claws scratched on the smooth stone, and the uncivilized sounds of Narcissa's breath escaping her soaked folds were summoned as the force of her orgasm struck the queen dead in the face. At that, Narcissa withdrew, licking the warm cum from her snout as she grinned and admired her fine work.

She folds before me, just as everyone else does. No matter how bold they think they are. She thought proudly as Persephone melted into the water at her forepaws like weeping soap.

"How could you ever let any non-dragon feel so good, my queen," the defeated dragoness snorted, water flitting from her flared nostrils as she glanced up at Narcissa looming triumphantly over her. "They are not worthy of your talents."

"For the good of the kingdom, little one," Narcissa cooed like a mother addressing a disobedient hatchling as she rubbed Persephone's rear tenderly. "Yet he will get no such treatment as you do. He must merely mount me in hopes I'll provide him offspring."

The queen forewent mention of the part of the King's treaty that stated any dragoness in her court must also be bred. Not to mention they must witness and sign the contract proving she'd given herself over to the alliance.

She'll not be happy when he tries to get under her tail. She concluded, yet she'd order Persephone if need be. She'll be a good little one, as always.

"Fools, they don't even know when your heat is, they could linger for years and have no luck," Persephone declared, and the queen smirked.

At that, the smaller dragonesse's eyes went wide and she grinned. "Exactly what you're counting on, I presume?"

Violence and sex before sensible observation? That's Persephone all over.

"That and the possibility of taking this foolish fox prisoner should he fail to impress." The queen gestured to her gallery of amethyst-entombed suitors as she added. "I'm shocked it took you so long to realize that I have a plan of my own."

Persephone grinned, yet before she could retort the queen spoke again. "Of course, it would also seem your mind is far more clear after you've cummed like a good, little dragoness."

Without so much as another word, Persephone leaped up and tackled the queen, her smaller frame pinning the larger dragoness as she snapped.

"Talk like that almost makes me want to see you bred." The queen offered no resistance as Persephone crept lower, running her tongue over Narcissa's sleek belly as she added. "To see you fat and swollen with a brood, debilitated by your own body."

She descended further, parting the queen's thighs with her wings as she gazed in awe at the royal pussy, wet and eagerly awaiting relief.

"Of course, a dragoness like you would only want me bedridden with a belly full of whelps so she could take the throne?" Narcissa teased, but her lover scoffed at the idea.

"Please, I could have you begging me to take it." At that, she gave the queen's folds a long, slow lick, serpentine tongue drawn over the royal pussy to emphasize the blissful sensation to the fullest extent.

Narcissa shuddered, her claws clenched and muzzle wrinkled as a spike of ecstasy lanced through her. Having pleasured herself prior, and witnessed Persephone's gorgeous climax, she was already close. Yet just as she'd denied the lesser dragoness, her lover was not about to let her off so easily.

She glanced up across her midsection to catch Persephone's head lift from between her splayed hind legs, grinning as she cooed. "Like I said, I'll make you beg."

She gave the queen another long lick, drawing a shrill gasp from the dark-scaled ruler as she added one last time. "You'll beg for me, my queen, then maybe you'll understand that dragonesses do not allow themselves to be bred so easily."