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Queen Narcissa perched proudly upon her throne at the head of the long, dark wood table, delegated dragonesses from each of the Ebon Clans seated around her, necks scarred, and bellies bloated in various stages of pregnancy. Most seemed fairly content with their gravid forms, while several in the latter, more encumbered stages of maternity, huffed and moaned about their huge bumps, resting their heads on their foretalons like fed up new bloods.

The Queen understood their plight perfectly; she'd been with a tummy so large it had almost dragged on the floor for weeks; she knew the feeling of so many hard eggs grinding inside her like smooth rocks rubbing against one another. She recalled the times they'd pinched her insides, or the moments they'd pushed against her tight vent, ready to squeeze out. Yet the Queen had been no slob when it came to labor, she'd endured the pain and exhaustion of laying at her Master's side, and now she was admittedly thankful to have her mostly sleek figure back.

There's a little bit of extra baby weight, but I can work that off, surely. She thought, knowing some good hunts would do the trick. Some of these fools here, however... She peered over the delegations with judgmental ire. They'll be lucky to lose the extra pounds.

She knew pretty much every single one of them was a snobbish suck-up, simply wishing to get on their ruler's good side, if only for favors or the slim chance of an opportunity to stab her in the back. Such was the ebon dragoness way. Yet despite all her power and influence, she neglected to say as much, looming up from her throne and flaring her shadowy wings to captivate their bored attentions.

"Council is in session!" Her authoritative voice boomed, the dragonesses around her staggering up, many clumsily as their bellies swayed and they offered weak nods of questionable obedience. "Please, sit, and we can begin."

There was a series of snide mutters, grunts, and venomous hisses, many directed toward the eggs that burdened their mothers. Yet Narcissa knew she was also the target of a good few of them. She shrugged them off, sure her stern gaze alone would discourage any trouble as she began.

"As I'm sure you're aware, our relations with the Northern Kingdoms are stronger than ever, secured in the bloodline of my brood." There were several snorts, mutters about how any brood the Master had sired was just as good as hers.

I'd like to see any of these tight-tails say that to my face. She thought as several delegates turned away from her fiery glare_. I'm the Queen, he's the Master, our babies are the only heirs, he just fucked the rest for fun! _

She was sure he loved her most of all, not Persephone, not any of the council, not even any of the fresh new bloods that had recently returned from trials.

"In doing so we have reaffirmed our foothold in the Kingdoms, and now would like to extend that reach to others, as we once did," she continued regardless, a comment that seemed to spark intrigue among the other dragonesses.

"Like the Shadow Wars of old?" One asked, scraping her foretalons together as if to sharpen them.

"Haha, it's been too long since we showed them our power," another added, rubbing her belly. "As soon as I get these eggs out, I'll be a general again!"

"Yes, yes, while I admire your blood lust..." Narcissa leaned forward, pressing her front talons together. "I'm afraid It will be a different approach this time."

The shift in atmosphere as she said that was almost palpable, eyes were fixed on her with distrust and disapproval. It was no secret that many of her council thought she'd grown soft after her Master's arrival and her subsequent pregnancy. But she hoped recent executions had proved otherwise. Therefore, she snorted, small puffs of amethyst smoke curling from her nostrils. The air went from sour to uneasy as many leaned back.

"I trust that you will all see fit to abide by whatever the approach may be," she hissed, dangerous words dripping like corrosive venom. "For it is as your Queen and King see..."

Before she could finish, there was a loud clunk as the door to the meeting chamber unlocked, the huge slabs of dark wood hinging apart to reveal the lone figure of their Master. Crytrauv, the arctic fox ruler of the ebon dragonesses, strode in with a proud gate, the same dominating posture he always carried. His pale fur was concealed by a regal blue robe, as he gracefully ran a hand over the back of each dragonesse's chair, before eventually reaching his Queen and offering a small bow.

"M­-my Master, what a pleasant surprise! I didn't expect to see you here?" Narcissa greeted him with a bow in return, ushering murmurs from the rest of the council.

"I just came to make sure my gorgeous Queen is doing her duty," he cooed, running a hand up her neck, ushering a small gasp from her before he cupped her chin. "And she is doing wonderfully."

"Thank you, my lord, we were just discussing the liberations of the surrounding Kingdoms, how to bring more under our control," she responded as he shifted along her side, running a hand over her wings before he was posed behind her tail.

"You mean my control, or should I say, you and I together, my Queen?" he corrected, unfastening his robes and casually shrugging them off to expose his naked body. "I will see our heirs rule everything."

The queen felt herself grow hotter at the mere sight of him, tail lifting just a little as she sensed hints of wetness between her hind legs. All the while the council mumbled and muttered judgmentally, as he caressed his queen's ass.

"What are you doing!?" she hissed under her breath, shooting a sour look back over her shoulder, while not daring look at the council. "I'm in a meeting!"

"And so, you shall continue to be, do not pay me any heed." He smirked, grabbing her ass tight, eliciting a sharp moan from her.

"Go on." He nodded toward the council. "Do your duty to me."

She huffed, body growing hotter by the minute as she shifted to glare at the council. There was a mix of intrigue, jealousy, and disgust on their faces, yet she cut them all off with a glare that could melt steel, hissing her next declaration through gritted teeth.

"We will extend the same treaty of courtship to the other K-kingdoms..." Her words failed as Crytrauv flicked his tongue over her wet pussy, rubbing his fuzzy sheath as his cock poked free.

Her tail coiled back instinctively as she gasped and rolled her hips. "They will serve our Master... And you... in the same way I.... Mmph! I... serve him... I... Gah!"

Her foreclaws mounted the table, scraping at the dark wood as the council scoffed and snorted smoke. Narrow eyes were upon her like serrated daggers, yet her Master didn't stop, he pressed muzzle deep into her slit before finally pulling out to claw at her taut ass once more.

That fiend, rutting me in public! She both hated and loved it_. He's lucky I don't eat him... But he's my Master... I..._ Her muzzle wrinkled as his tongue danced lovingly over her clit, before he began to suckle on it like a needy whelp.

Smoke hissed from her nostrils as she panted, her eyes sealed tight, wings ruffling and tail lashing as she began to drip hot, sticky dragoness cum. Yet she knew this was just the start as Crytrauv pulled back.

"The royalty of these Kingdoms will be subject to rule by each head of the mightiest ebon dragon clan here in..." She felt the tip of his fully erect cock at the doors of her dripping labia before he poked it in slowly.

"Gah... By the darkness! I..." She winced, before forcing herself to press on with the meeting. "Under your rule... they will surely prosper and..."

She moaned loudly as he thrust, feeling his ripe not clap her wet ass. Her wings flopped at her sides, holding her up along with him as her legs turned to jelly. She felt his hard knot press against her labia before with a snarl, and a grunt, he shoved in firmly.

"Arggg... Umph!" She flopped forward, head almost hitting the table as her scales scraped wood and her claws cut furrows into the polished surface.

"Maybe, you'd prefer some time alone, my Queen?" one dragoness sneered, rubbing her belly. "Who knew that council had become breeding time?"

"You say that again and I'll rip that brood out of you! I am the Queen of..." Fire hissed from her muzzle as she came hard, the clap of her wet pussy and the dripping of her arousal audible as the council snickered, the scent of her ecstasy filling the air.

"Queen of breeding," several muttered under their breath; sneers hidden by raised wings. "I'd be glad to take him, act proud!"

"Silence, all of... Y-you... Umph!" She went stiffer than stone as she snarled and climaxed once more, Crytrauv moaning behind her as he heaved her rear up and arched over, pressing his teeth to the scars on her neck. "Gah... My Master... Why here... Why so rough!?"

"As if I can't take any of you any time I desire," he purred, stroking her neck as he peered at all the dragonesses pregnant with his broods. "Now, c-con-tinue!"

They all shifted, the scent of many more horny dragonesses mixing with the Queen's musk as the Master came hard, shooting hot ribbons of fresh seed into her womb only weeks after it had recovered from her last brood. She huffed, roared, and moaned loudly, wings ruffling, sending papers flying before the rutting gradually slowed and Crytrauv flopped back into her throne, panting in his afterglow.

Still tied to him, she was yanked back too, forced to crouch like an extension of his crotch as she shot him a bitter glare. She was sure he knew she'd get him back for this later, in their chambers she could be far more dominating. He simply looked at her smugly, rubbing her flanks slowly as he nodded forward.

"What did I say, my Queen?" he cooed, shifting his cock, drawing out a pleasured yelp from the dark ruler as the scornful eyes of the council were like hot spears pressing against her scales. "Please, continue with your plans to spread my great seed."

Oh, I'll spread something! She inwardly huffed, shoving back until she almost sat on him.

He held her rump at bay with both hands, a strained look on his face as he was almost smooshed under her wide thighs. Meanwhile, she turned, snarled at the delegation, and muttered dangerously.

"Now, where was I?" Her eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, making sure you know I'm your Queen, and that if you say a word of this to anyone..." She dug her claws in deep as Crytrauv gave her a slap. "I'll kill you!"