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The Dragon's Heir Tribe: That's the name of the terrible den of filthy little creatures. They think they are the superior beings, do they?

That little pink parasite with her demon friend ruined my plans at the Aldevan Ball, setting back years of political machinations. Now, it's time to return the favor.

The little runts tried to keep me from their precious home with their incessant yapping and their traps, but my crew broke through with little trouble at all. The place was teeming with the vermin, but we found one particularly intelligent guard creature willing to speak with a bit of coercion. She pointed us towards the object of my desire, and I told my crew to wait behind for me. It wouldn't take long for my plans to reach fruition.

The queen sat upon her throne of gold, her draconic heritage quite evident upon her mottled scales and her overly large wings. Despite my superiority over her, she kept her head held high and spoke with her uppity draconic tongue. "What do you want here, up-worlder?"

I smirked and strolled up closer towards her. "I wish to propose an alliance, is all. Your... people were far too eager to attack first and not ask questions of me."

Her tail swished over the gold pile, knocking some coins off in some feeble display of wealth. She stood taller than her fellows but still needed her throne to stand equal to my more towering form. "And why would I listen to you?"

"Because you are an heir to a dragon, are you not?" I asked, brushing my gloved fingers over my painted lips. "Didn't you send that annoying pink lizard out to learn more about breeding, so that your own child would be even greater than you?"

The queen's wings lower, draping over her shoulders like a cape. "So, Tik Tik sent you?" she asked.

"Tik Tik..." I repeated that word, keeping that name in memory. "Yes, and she's asked me to give you a great gift..." With that, I pulled my cloak aside, showing how I dressed explicitly for this moment, with accessories upon my stomach, my arms, and my legs. My breasts spilled free, and so did the large demonic cock.

The queen stumbled upon the sight, but she then spread her wings to show off her reptilian form. "Very well. You may consort with me, up-worlder. Let us see what magic you can provide to the next generation."

I ran a gloved hand through my locks, cooing gently. "No..."

"No...?" she asked, a growl in her voice.

I curled my fingers closer to myself. "You... will come to me."

She huffed. "Never. I am the heir of a dragon! You are just an uppity up-worlder! It would be beneath me to go beneath you."

"I'm sure it will be..." I said, gathering up my robes. She squeaked, taking a step forward.

Perfect.

The animal cry of filthy rutting spilled out of the queen's chamber. I loomed over her, wrapping my arms around her body. I made no sound from my throat, but instead, let the sloppy slapping of my cock into her dragon breeding hole speak for me. She, however, roared out into the caverns, no doubt giving my mercenaries something to enjoy while they guard us.

I slipped my fingers up over her collar and to her neck, letting only the slightest of grunts escape my lips at first, then whispering to her in my own, practiced way. "If I... knock you up... it's mine..." I spoke to her. "If you don't have an egg... you will seek me out. And retake you... and again... until the new royal is my stock... and you shall be Elicia's Heir."

"Ah... w... what madness... no!"

I stopped, pulling back, letting the slick wet vaginal fluids drip off from my demon femcock. "I'm sorry," I said, "Do you think you have power over me?" I squeezed her cheeks, wrenching her head to look at me over her shoulders. "You have no power in the world beyond. This crown of yours is a lie. Kingdoms rise and fall while you and your ilk wallow in the dirt, and you say you wish to be as respected as a dragon?"

The queen whimpered, trying to pull herself away, but I wouldn't let her. "You think about that... you think about how my children will inherit this world when I'm gone. You think about how you and your little rat dragons will all die off, forgotten by all around you as the low-level fodder that you are."

The queen whimpered. "I'm... I'm sorry... give... give it to me, my... my mistress!"

I chuckled, biting at the back of her neck. I returned into her, slamming my cock deeper into her body than before. Soon, I knew that my time was coming, and I cried to her, telling her, "prepare for it! Take it."

"Oh yes, Mistress...! I'll... I'll take it!"

Perfect.

For decades, I have had this demonic dick. I knew exactly how to control its impulses. I knew when to hold back. I knew when, and how much, to release! I smiled down with her with a grin of pure dominance over her form. "This is what a rat like you deserves!"

With that, I gasped, erupting from the pact cock and shooting off all over the queen's body. Gallons upon gallons of the inseminating liquid covered the queen until she lay under a glaze of my own making.

She whimpered, running her hands down over her body. "B... but my, child..."

I sneered, pulling my robes back on over myself. "I said that your friend Tik Tik sent me... let that sink in." With that, I turned around, exiting the chamber with little fanfare, but leaving her with one more imperative. "If you want me to impregnate you, then you will not speak of this with Tik Tik... and you'll silence your little rat dogs you call followers."