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"This is just insulting!" Anubia growled as she struggled against her harness, tight straps, bonds, and chains tugging at her sleek scales. "I am an Ebon Dragoness, not some poultry slave to be bound and shackled!"

"You know, if you put as much effort into actually getting your way, rather than complaining about every little detail, you'd be queen by now," Umbra countered as she tugged at her neck straps. "Yeah, it's kinda tight, but sometimes you have to put your ego aside to get what you want."

The smaller of the two black dragonesses knew that perfectly, she was used to being the underdog, the silent watcher in the shadows. Unnoticed due to her weaker stature, yet always privy to secrets others may not hear. Sometimes, it was not all bad being so unassuming, a fact she was really hoping Anubia may see, not that she had much hope so far.

She's just too hot-headed. She wants to be his favorite, I can see that, replace the queen. But she can't stoop to the low she needs to get there. The larger Ebon Dragoness was as easy to read as an open scroll, yet Umbra never said as much. Then again, if I can see her ambitions clear as day, surely others can too.

It was a cruel world among their kind, every dragoness had to be wary of backstabbing snakes and blackmailing lies. Umbra wasn't even sure how such a weak, non-draconic creature had assumed the role of king so fast and easily. He must be a master of manipulation for sure, or just incredibly resourceful and lucky.

Either way, she knew very clearly that he was the key to moving up in the world, and she'd do whatever she could to do so. Going about it in a far less boneheaded way than her fellow Ebon Dragoness, as Anubia huffed, flapped, and growled, snarling at her harness and yanking her chains.

"Stupid thing, it's rubbing my scales!" she roared, head thrown back as her muzzle wrinkled in frustration. "How's he even supposed to have his way with a dragoness stuck in something like this? I can hardly move!"

"It's pretty obvious he's a control freak," Umbra observed, flexing her forepaw. "The idea of dominating a creature so much more powerful than himself must be a real turn-on."

"He's not dominating me if I have anything to say about it," Anubia countered sharply, snarling at her more educated acquaintance. "If you so desire to have your tail rammed by some furry swine, then so be it, but I am merely doing this to get what I deserve."

Yeah, and some would say you deserve getting your tail stuffed until you're about to explode with eggs. The small dragoness thought bitterly_. No, no, don't antagonize her, that never gets you anywhere._

"You think I'm not doing the same, I just have far more subtle ways?" Umbra corrected. "I observe, I plan." She flexed a forepaw at Anubia. "Like the fact he's impregnated every dragoness at once. An odd coincidence, don't you think?"

"Lucky shots, if you ask me," Anubia reasoned, glancing at herself in a nearby mirror, seeming to admire her sleek physique as if she'd soon lose it. "Or he just fucked them all non-stop; the council says he rutted the queen in a meeting the other day."

"Yes, yes. Her eggs were laid, he'll probably want to put more in," Umbra suggested, looking at her own, smaller figure in the reflection.

"Not for about twenty years he won't," Anubia declared, lifting her tail with a chime of chains and buckles. "You know as well as I that dragoness heat is rare."

"Unless it's early, like in us. Twenty-five winters out of the egg, he'll be lucky not to get us gravid," Umbra stated as if it were just a matter of fact. "My point is, he obviously had a method of catching the other mothers out, but he's keeping us as more of a..." She rolled a forepaw in the air. "Fresh treasure."

"Well, aren't you the master of the obvious? How long did it take that sly genius of yours to figure that out?" Anubia deadpanned.

"Don't act like you've known all along, I literally just laid it out for you," the smaller of the two shot back, eyes narrowing. "My point is, you're going to have to make some sacrifices to get what you want, but the two of us are in a way better position to do so."

"Don't threaten me, little wyrm," Anubia hissed through clenched fangs, her snout scrunched into a snarl. "I know exactly what I'm getting into, why do you think I let those snakes trap me in this stupid thing!?" She ruffled her wings, harness chiming like a hundred small bells.

"You misunderstand, I don't threaten." Umbra didn't even flinch at the aggressive display as she casually lifted a forepaw. "All I'm saying is that you need to stop being so boneheaded, or you'll ruin it for both of us."

"You mean I'll ruin it for you!? You and your little plan to get all the glory while you leave me in the dust to be some fox's play toy!" Anubia growled, shifting closer. "I am going to be queen, that's it, no other outcome."

"Given the queen has become a breeder, I'm sure there won't be that much difference," Umbra retorted, lifting a wing slightly as Anubia raised a forepaw.

"You little snake, I..." She paused with her forepaw up as Umbra made it obvious her point was proven.

"See, there it is, strike me and what's he going to think?" Anubia withdrew with a deep snarl, her tail thrashing.

"Don't act like you're his precious little gem that can't be chipped," she huffed as Umbra sat up and smirked.

"Don't act like you're not," she cooed. "That's exactly what we are to him, he doesn't want a queen like Narcissa, he wants one that he's broken, that he..." She rolled a forepaw in the air again. "Stole something from."

"I know what you're saying, wretch," Anubia huffed. "Maybe you haven't fucked another dragon, but I have. He's not stealing my virginity!"

"Pretty sure it's only true when it's with a male, at least if you were to ask our new master," Umbra suggested.

"Your master, maybe... He's nothing but my key to the throne," the larger dragoness was swift to correct. "And I've worn a strap-on, so it counts."

"Sure it does," Umbra acknowledged with a sly smirk and a roll of her eyes. "In that case, all the things dragonesses like you have done to me counts too."

"You really love to speak out of line, don't you? All these weeks, you've been acting like you're not some small welp to be fucked and pushed around. You may as well be a male, Umbra!" Anubia declared, looming up above her smaller companion and jabbing a wing at her.

So stuck in her ways, just like the rest of them. Not smart enough to take the opportunity. She thought deviously. She'll be licking my tail soon enough, when I'm the master's queen.

Her devilish thoughts spun like a hurricane of crafty deceit, the vast spider's web of her plans cast adrift in the mental wind, yet still coordinated and intact. She'd get what she wanted, and she didn't need claws, teeth, or brute strength to do it.

The master didn't get where he is right now because of his physical traits, that's for sure. She thought, sure the smaller, weaker fox could never have actually battled the queen. He's just not met a dragoness with the same level of intellect yet, obviously.

She could almost respect the crafty canine, for doing what she'd dreamed of doing for so long. Not that she said any of this to the larger dragoness bearing down on her with a snarl. She merely peered back at Anubia with a confidently blank expression, her tail slowly sliding across the marble floor behind her.

She'll be nothing but a breeder soon enough, fucked in front of her council, just like the queen. She had to do all she could not to cackle at the idea. _I'll be the one at my master's side. _

"Are you done?" she asked bluntly, still peering up at the very angry Anubia. "We've had this kind of staring match before; they never really go anywhere."

"Sly wretch!" Anubia huffed smoke as she drew back to the mirror and ran her claws across the furrows she'd already dug in the dark-wood furniture. "Where in the darkness's name even are they? Stygian said we'd not be kept waiting."

"Obviously it's a strategy on their part, they're clearly watching, judging," Umbra stated, sure she was planting seeds of doubt in her companion's mind as Anubia turned to her sharply. "Judging character, those in power always do."

"You're lying, they're not spying on us." Anubia's eyes narrowed sharply. "You're just trying to make me paranoid."

"If that's what you think, then so be it." Umbra lifted both forepaws in defeat. "But even if I'm wrong, that doesn't mean they're not out to get you."

"Worm!" The larger dragoness spat bitterly, running a claw back over the dresser, yet just as soon as she did, there was a deep clunk, and a grinding of wood as the doors to the private chamber slid open.

There, bathed in the torchlight from the long corridor beyond was not Stygian as the two had come to expect. But the smaller form of their master, his silvery-white fur hidden by a regal robe, while his face was marred by a proud smirk.

He's come for us himself this time, and alone? Umbra was quick to note the change, a stark contrast to the weeks he'd spent simply building his reputation through his underlings. So at least I can begin to get to... Know the real him."

Unlike the snarling Anubia, the violet-tinted dragoness was swift to lower her head and spread her wings in a regal bow, a sight the king took notice of almost instantly, as he shifted to face her and wordlessly held out a hand.

To kiss it, just like the others on their first meeting with him. She recalled the interactions she'd observed over the past few weeks like scripted clockwork as she peered up with her most round and innocent eyes, before planting a small kiss on his palm. Act innocent, act like he'll break you.

"Greetings, sweet, little thing," Crytrauv declared as he moved his hand up to rub her forehead. "You are swift to acknowledge your master."

"As are all here. We live to serve you, my lord," she responded, as he gestured for her to stand.

"Quite so, and I'll make sure to remember," he added, shooting her a knowing look that she could not quite calculate.

All the small talk is just a shroud, he knows I'm playing a game. She was swift to acknowledge that too, before glancing to Anubia. _I just need to figure out what game he's playing. _

"Such a suck up," the more aggressive dragoness hissed under her breath, leaning back against the dresser and tightly folding her wings around herself.

"So observant, I see," Crytrauv cooed, almost drifting towards her, his robes dragging like a silky river behind him, as his claws tapped like gems on the marble. "I remember the fight in you too. If not for the queen..."

"You'd be bones in my belly. Oh, I know," she was quick to cut him off as she huffed smoke. "I'll still eat you, fox!"

"Oh, I don't think you will," he assured, as he took two lengths of chain in his grip. "I think you'll be a good girl, like your friend here." He gestured to Umbra as he clipped the first chain around her neck brace, creating a leash.

He means to parade us around the castle, no doubt, show us off, a before and after example. _ She rapidly deduced. _A good plan, displays his power without anyone seeing how he does it.

She knew it was all merely symbolic sentiment, a dragoness who didn't know where eggs came from was non-existent here, yet the fact he could do it, was what carried the weight. A weight it was pretty clear Anubia was struggling to handle as she shied away from their master before he could attach her chain.

"So, you're going to walk us like dogs, that's it?" she stated bluntly, and he smirked.

"Please, I'm the dog here," he assured, yet Umbra was confident he was about as genuine as any dark dragoness as he stroked Anubia's neck. "I could leave you here, just take your friend if you'd not approve of being shown off in such a way?"

His manipulation skills are on point, how can she refuse? Umbra observed, peering through his lies like glass as Anubia locked eyes with her sourly. She hates this, and he knows it, I can almost hear the cursing in her mind.

In a flash, the larger dragoness whipped her forepaw around, ceased the chain from Crytrauv, and fastened it to her neck brace.

"No fox is chaining me up, but if she walks, I do!" she declared, still staring daggers at Umbra, as Crytrauv shrugged and nodded, leading the two on like obedient hounds.

"As you wish," he assured, yet Umbra knew, as she felt the tugging, he was only biding his time.

He hates the way she acts, just like me. But he won't say, he wants her to think she has power. She admired the hustle as Anubia resisted the tug, before reluctantly falling in line like cattle. I bet, by week's end, she'll roll over for him just like the rest, while I play his little game.

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After an hour or so of marching through the vast palace halls and winding stairways, Umbra had to admit the chafing harness was a little embarrassing, not that she'd ever admit Anubia was right out loud. It wasn't even like she had to, the frustrated dragoness did enough complaining for the two of them as they were paraded like prize cows at a butcher's market.

She keeps this up and she'll be out of breath before we're done. She thought, sure many of the sly glances they were catching from the passing brood dragonesses were less because of their submissive state, and more due to Anubia's muttering.

Ahead, Crytrauv didn't seem to care as he marched down the long corridor, flanked by the nest chambers of the most esteemed dragonesses in his dark harem.

"Stupid harness feels like it's gonna saw my scales off," Anubia hissed under her breath, throwing her head back like a rebellious mare. "Maybe I'll take off, see how he likes dangling from a chain a mile in the air?"

Umbra could tell the master was listening from the way his ears twitched and shifted. Therefore, she did her best to show her stance on the situation.

"I hardly think you could fly in this," she offered, before adding with an innocent giggle. "Besides, it's not like there's a mile's worth of hallway above you."

"Ha-ha, smart scales," Anubia hissed, wings ruffling as she attempted to bat her fellow dragonesse's side, to no avail.

She's losing her edge, that outburst was more sarcastic than angry. The smaller dragoness noted, plotting out the drop in her companion's aggression like a steady mountain slope. Pretty sure this is what he's looking for too.

Those ideas were put on hold moments later, however, as their master stopped before a pair of grand doors, those to his chamber, she was sure.

What is he doing, where's the queen? She thought, sure she must be at council. _Maybe she's glad not to have him there after last time? _

Regardless, Crytrauv didn't even look back as he finally spoke.

"My, my, you two are very talkative, aren't you?" He glanced back over his robed shoulder, a coy look on his face as he added. "Talk about me as if I'm not here, these ears are quite sensitive, you know?"

Anubia pouted, while Umbra scrutinized, noting his clear admission of strength and weaknesses as his ears flicked and twitched.

So, he's good at hearing? Of course, he's a canine, I knew that! She assumed, considering he was probably really good with smells too, and given his anthro nature, sight as well.

Yet where one of her kind may have executed the pair of them for such blatant slander within earshot, the fox only seemed to revel in the attention his two girls were offering, even if it was in his own subtle way.

Anubia grumbled as much through gritted teeth, her restrained wings shuddering with a series of rattles as she hissed smoke. That finally drove Crytrauv to turn, robes and tail sweeping behind him as he moved back to the feisty dragoness.

"You don't approve?" he asked, running a hand down her neck, catching his claws on every strap and scale as she shuddered a little, growling. "Maybe I can forgo the whole thing with you then?"

Oh, how can she refuse that, knowing she'll miss out on what every other dragoness has experienced? Umbra observed, sure her furry master was just as primed to manipulate Anubia as she was. He's clever, very clever.

Yet she was a dragoness of greater intellect, and at that, she stepped forward, her eyes lidded and tail up just a little as she purred seductively.

"Perhaps if she has someone close to inform her just what she's missing...?" The fox's attention shifted to the smaller dragoness as she directed her head back slightly, nodding to her rear. "I'd love to be the first to offer myself to you, master."

I wonder if any of the others were as willing as this? She considered, pretty sure that most of the council had only let him impregnate them for petty political points. Not that they're innocent in the matter, after the number of males they've played with, they deserve to be put down.

Either way, Crytrauv seemed more than a little smitten with the offer, while there was also an air of uncertainty. As she'd planned, Umbra was hoping he was starting to think far more with his cock than his brain as she giggled.

"Such a poser, not the dragoness you'd take if you wanted a real rutting," Anubia huffed, glaring sharply at her smaller friend.

"And he's to assume you are?" the twilight-tinted dragoness shot back, her look cool and sultry. "I'd guess you'd bite his head off at the first orgasm?"

"I'll bite something off someone in a second!" the larger of the pair growled, only for their master to finally lift a robed arm between them.

"I think you've both made your points." He glanced at Umbra in the same coy way she did him, before directing his eyes to Anubia. "How about you take yourself back to your quarters. Later, your friend here can tell you all about what you're missing."

As if she thinks she can climb the new ladder without fucking him. Umbra thought triumphantly as Crytrauv offered her a sly wink, one Anubia didn't have the luxury of catching. _She'll want to fuck him all the more if she knows she has a true choice, especially if she thinks she's missing out. _

The larger dragoness huffed and muttered, her snarling muzzle working without words before she arched her neck, snorted smoke, and hissed.

"I see what you're up to, little wyrm." Her crimson eyes were fixed on Umbra. "Manipulating me, won't work I.... I can do what I please without you!"

"Of course, you can, who suggested otherwise?" Crytrauv asked, as he undid the chain around her neck and nodded to the corridor behind her. "Please, do come to me if you change your mind."

She glanced between the coy pair, muzzle still jittering. Before she turned with a snort and marched off down the hall with a loud series of claw stomps. Only when the sound of her talons tapping on polished marble disappeared into the echoey gloom, did the remaining two exchange glances.

Very smart. Umbra thought, stopping the words from materializing on her tongue seconds after they formulated in her head. No, no, let's not admit my genius to him just yet.

"You're quite impressive with your words, my sweet," Crytrauv cooed as he slinked over, running a hand down Umbra's side. "Your meek appearance belays your devilish mind."

"I do what I need to, to survive" she confessed, voice a little shrill as he rubbed her rump, summoning a shudder. "N-nothing less."

"That's something I can understand. Now, you were so willing to take me?" he asked with a grin as he opened the door ahead and led on toward the dark bed chamber. "Let's see."

"I thought it was you taking me?" she asked matter-of-factly, peering up at the towering arch of the doorway as it passed overhead.

"On the contrary, it is not as one-sided as you think," he offered as he closed the door behind them, tethering her chain to a ring on the floor before pacing around the room to light one of the fireplaces. "It's a mutual understanding."

"That's why there's rings installed in every chamber like we're cattle?" she shot back, yet withheld her spite, putting on a far sultrier tone at the idea.

He seemed stumped for a second, and she inwardly grinned at her own deviousness as she swished her tail from side to side.

"Come on, drop the act. I know you're just expressing a very strong fantasy," she purred, and he stammered a little, before she added. "Not that I don't like it."

At those words, all confusion faded from his face, as if the whole thing were just a mask he'd been wearing. He lifted his arms, placing his hands on the robe's split across his toned chest.

"You're very crafty, my sweet. More so than any other that has questioned me." He flexed his sleek body, shrugging off the robes to display his naked form, a sight that gave Umbra pause.

So, this is it? She thought, doing her best not to melt as she felt very wet all of a sudden_. By the darkness, for a non-draconian, he is kinda hot._

Her legs wobbled as he strutted over, her eyes not breaking away from him as he stopped at her side and ran a hand over her bound wings.

"But, crafty or not. I can see we both want this, so why stand on ceremony?" he purred, and she glanced away.

"Yes, I want to be with someone powerful," she admitted, before snorting. "I want to show all of them that I'm not as weak as they say, that I..."

She stopped herself as she realized just what she was confessing, what he'd convinced her to admit! She glanced back to see him grinning ear to ear by her rump and pouted.

"Just as crafty as each other it seems?" he muttered, grasping her smooth ass.

"Or just not as smart as we think," she retorted, lifting her tail before he could do it for her. Rolling her hips and shoulders, before spreading her hind legs and lifting her butt up. "Take it slow, my master. I want it to feel good."

"That I can do, my sweet," he purred, before she finally felt the rough touch of his tongue at her scaly folds. "My, my, so smooth... Yet pent up."

"I-It's been a while," Umbra stammered as she started to tremble with anticipation. "Anubia is good with her tongue, I can say that."

"So, she's the one who saw to your needs before? I wondered where that tension between the two of you spawned," he asked, dipping his tongue down again, drawing a sharp gasp from the dragoness.

"By the darkness!" she squealed, her claws slipping on marble. "I... I may have baited her into it... She's not hard to manipulate if she thinks she's on top."

"As I've seen," Crytrauv reinforced, running a claw around her labia. "But less talk now, just relax."

"Easy for you to say!" She snorted, glancing back to see his wet muzzle and a hint of red peeking from his fuzzy sheath as he rubbed it.

The smirk he boasted didn't fade however, it simply disappeared behind the sleek curve of her butt as he slipped the tip of his muzzle in, lapping at her sleek walls before masterfully fixing upon her love button. It was then, the sly dragoness finally failed to hold back her moans.

"Mmma, gah!" She slipped forward a little, her rear shoved up more, yet held in place by her master as he gripped her rolling rump with both hands. "Umph, so rough!"

He muttered into her silky channel in place of words, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through her as she did her best to stand upright. Yet the sensation was nothing new, no matter how skilfully his tongue danced upon her g-spot. What she did await with bated breath was his cock, as she saw it slip free, slowly raising to half, then full mast, while the room turned hot with her fiery pants.

"W-what are you doing... Please, don't stop!" She gasped through her exertions as he drew back, muzzle sleek with her hot cum. "I'm not even there yet!"

"Like I'd waste our first orgasm together with my tongue. No, I'll show you what Anubia can't," he declared, standing tall behind her raised rear, wielding his cock like a blazing spear. "Tell me, has she ever used a strap-on?"

"A few times, she knows how to conjure one just for her," Umbra admitted, as she felt the tip of his rod poke at her labia, slowly prising her tight lips apart as it slipped into her smooth passage. "Gah... By the darkness!"

"Well, you must tell me, how does it compare to this!?" he demanded, her request to take it slow seemingly forgotten as he rammed his length in with a wet clap. "Umph... Fuck, you are tight."

The rattle of chains rang out as her restrained limbs tried to move, but the metallic symphony was drowned out by the storm of moans, pants, and grunts as the two went at it. Yet for all of her huffing and squirming, Umbra did her best to stand tall, even when his grip on her ass tightened, and his sharp claws dug into her dark scales.

"I-It doesn't even come close... master..." she admitted, feeling his bulging knot push against her entrance, yet barely slipping in, like some shy lover's first kiss. "T-That knot... S-shove it in... Oh, please, master!"

"You want this knot?" he asked, muzzle wrinkled into a snarl as she nodded and pleaded. "I... I'm not quite, I..."

As if he wanted to hold off for a few moments longer, he seemed to pull back. Yet it was evident that in the heat of rutting, not even the calm, collected fox was a true master. His nature overcame him, and with a hard shove, his knot was forced into the dragonesse's tight pussy.

Umbra had never felt such a sudden rush of bliss in her life. True, many of Anubia's necromantic cocks had boasted knots so big they could rival a watermelon for sheer girth, yet to feel a real male's length deep inside her, ready to fill her with warm seed... Her efforts to hold off on cumming, were failing, she was close, her dam bulging as it swelled to bursting point.

"Argggg! Numph... I... Fuck!" She huffed and squealed, arching her spine while leaning her head back, only for her master to grab her neck. "Gah.... I... I'm so close!"

It was very clear she was not the only one. Crytrauv didn't say a word, he merely tugged her neck back and arched his body over her, his inner thighs clapping against her wet rump as his teeth scraped her neck scales.

"M-Marking me as your own... I... I... see?" she asked through the waves of ecstasy, before losing the train of thought completely as she finally came, slathering his cock with dragoness cum. "Ohhh.... Argh!"

"Yes... Sweet thing... Become mine!" he roared, before sinking his teeth into her neck, drawing blood along with his claws as they cut deep into her ass.

In the same instance, his cock finally reached bursting point, and in conjunction with Umbra's second orgasm, he climaxed hard, shooting strand after strand of hot seed into her ready womb. She had to wonder if she was in heat, if his baby-batter would even take. While her womb had been filled before, it was never like this. Magical imitations of cum were far-flung from the warmth of the real thing. She could feel it deep inside, feel every part of him as his cock shifted and twitched in the depths of her deepest fathoms.

Yet while exhaustion swiftly started to claim her and her legs turned to jelly, the fox was far from done. He heaved her up, still tied tight as he rutted her over and over, filling her with the load from two more strong climaxes, before he finally slumped, panting harder than a workhorse. She had to be sure not to squash him with her meaty posterior as she flopped to the floor, leaving him to lounge under her tail, his bloated knot still firmly tying them.

"We'll be stuck like this for some time," he assured, patting her ass like she was a stallion he'd just broken. "But welcome to my court."

"I suppose this is why asking to pull out is off the table with your kind?" she asked, radiating with afterglow as she offered a weary smirk. "No wonder you're all so successful."

"We have our ways, you'll see when my heirs are born, a perfect combination of fox mind and dragon strength," he boasted, shifting his cock to draw a gasp from his dragoness. "Or you'll feel my eggs soon swell inside you."

"Just like all the others, I know." She pouted a little. "Though I wonder, how much you truly care for them?"

"I care enough," he admitted, his smirk returning. "I care for you, sweet thing."

"I guess you'll have plenty of time to prove that to me then," she retorted, shoving back onto his cock, a wet squelch emanating between the two as they both moaned. "T-though far as my kind goes... You have certainly proved your worth sexually."

"You speak as if I was never worthy?" he asked, feigning insult as he pressed a hand to his chest. "Do I need to fill you more?"

"I doubt you could fill a sock right now, dear." She snickered, the vibrations eliciting a moan from him. "But yes, you show me until I'm round with heirs of my own."

"Ah, so you wish to rival the queen's fertility?" he questioned knowingly, groping her bloody ass. "You and that hot-headed friend of yours are certainly a force to be reckoned with."

"Umph... M-more acquaintance, than a friend." Umbra huffed at another shudder from his cock. "I'd have thought you'd have understood Ebon Dragoness nature by now, my master." She smirked, coiling her tail over his lap. "But I'm sure, you'll see Anubia's true colors soon enough, after all... I doubt she'll be able to stand missing out for long."