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The Dancing Diplomat

For Revakulgr

By Draconicon

With the establishment of a dragon's territory in a less remote area than some forest or mountain off at the end of the world, it was only a matter of time before diplomats from various countries started to show up at the city of Esula. Many of them were merely there to sue for a peace with the dragon overlord that had taken the settlement, and most were eager to give their gifts and be gone.

However, there was one diplomat that was rather eager for the chance to meet this overlord, and more, to see what he could get from him.

Among the wolves and foxes, among the horses and the donkeys, among cats and lizards and more, there was a mongoose. This mongoose feigned boredom as he stood in the middle of the crowd waiting for the dragon to return to the Keep at the center of the town, humming to himself and picking invisible specks of dust from his clothes. Yet, for all his affectations, his eyes danced across the room, much as his bare feet itched to do the same.

Offers of gold from that one, the mongoose thought as he looked at one mare that was dripping with gems hanging from gold chains. Offers of wildlife and livestock from him, and herbs from him, and - ah, perhaps a little competition there, but against me, hardly a thing.

He measured his competition among the different merchants, nobles, and more that had been pressed into duty as diplomats, and he found himself standing above them all. Not in any way other than metaphorical, of course. Long and lanky he might be, but a mongoose was seldom likely to overtop a horse, an elephant, or some of the other species that had come to pay homage.

A distant thud caught his ear, and the mongoose grinned as it repeated itself a second and a half later. He pulled at his vest, settling the purple cloth to his shoulders, and licked his thumb before dragging it across his eyebrows.

Showtime.

A loud roar startled over half the diplomats, while the rest were barely more than keeping up a facade at that point. A louder crunch and thump of claws and weight hitting the top of the keep sent several people running for the doors, too.

Not him. He knew what was coming.

The mongoose remained dead center of the crowd, watching the ceiling. He was joined by the others as the dragon finally opened the trapdoor in the roof, sliding through and then climbing down the walls. Long and sleek, the dragon moved like a shadow detached from its master, darting here, there and everywhere, flickering in speed such that its shape didn't quite maintain itself. There was magic there, and it was potent.

He grinned. This was going to be fun.

By the time the dragon reached the great throne atop the raised plinth in the back of the Keep, the diplomats were desperately bowing. Only he did not.

The great dark dragon, a mix of black and purple and a hint of something lighter, looked at him with a raised eyeridge. Then, and only then, did the mongoose bow, throwing his arm across his middle in as over the top a movement as he could.

"Lord of Esula, I carry with me the welcomes of Aparajita. Be happy, oh great one. You have reached a height of authority, and my attention."

"I know not this Aparajita, nor you."

"Ah, you wound me. But I am here not merely to give greetings or congratulations, but education."

He flung himself forward, flipping over one bowing stallion, then rolling over a vixen with ease. Landing with a step that turned into a slide, he managed to dance his way halfway to the throne almost before anyone had noticed him leaving the crowd.

"I, of course, am Prince Saunak, the most beautiful stain upon a country that you could ever imagine."

The dragon looked somewhat flabbergasted and amused at the same time. Of course, he was used to that. It was not the average man that could proclaim something that was meant as an insult as a treasured title. He turned his next step into a turn, then deliberately fell backwards and backflipped himself onto the dragon's tail. With the ease only a life of luxury could give, and the practice that far too many hours of training could accomplish, he reclined back against it.

"You see, I am here to show you the true regard that my homeland has for you, oh great and powerful, dark and mighty, sensual and fine ruler."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"Oh, great dragon, I plan to do that by giving you a most princely gift. The finest rump in all the neighboring kingdoms."

Of course, those diplomats that had recognized him in the crowd had to have expected that, and he saw a number of facepalms in the crowd as he made the offer. The mongoose, however, ignored them, paying more attention to the dragon.

Well, to one part of the dragon.

Even as the great Revakulgr lifted his tail to try and shift him from it, Saunak was already rolling around it, slipping under the tail and to the dragon's hind legs. By the time that the magical beast had managed to figure out that he had long-since left the tail behind, he had his hands at the dragon's cock slit, and a little pressure had the head popping free.

"Mmph!"

The dragon's head swung around, eyes narrowed at him. Saunak ignored the slight indignation; after all, there was no fear or anger or embarrassment. The dragon had likely shown off his shaft a hundred times, a thousand times to this little settlement when he was giving addresses or commands. It was just one more way of taking charge. This was merely giving him something better.

As he formed a circle with his thumb and middle finger, he started jerking around the head, speaking as he did.

"As you see, Lord Mayor or whatever - I shall call you Lord Purple, I think - I am possessed of no shame. None, whatsoever."

"Hmmph. So if I told you -"

"It would be done."

"You say that without hearing my command?"

"You underestimate me, oh dragon."

He smiled, tilting his head back, showing his flexibility as he bent almost into an arch before bringing his legs up to hug the underbelly of the dragon. The shaft slid out between his ass cheeks, and he ground slowly against it. The majority of diplomats had turned away from them by now. A pity, he thought. It was always more fun to do something like this with an audience.

"Lord Purple - yes, most fitting, don't you think?"

"What - How did you just -"

"Huuuuush."

He smiled, grinding back in a way that he had found worked particularly well the last time that he had been with a feral. There was a way of trapping the head of a growing cock juuuust between the cheeks, making sure that it caught the bend of the base of his tail and slid along it -

Yes, that was it. The fluff, the curve, the tight spot seemed to draw a groan right out of the big guy. He smiled as he slid around again, allowing the shaft to slide between his thighs as he put himself with his back to the dragon's belly, his legs wrapped around those hefty balls that hung just behind that slit.

"You see, I can give you everything that you need. A connection to other royals, a chance to be seen by the greatest and the strongest throughout the land, the chance to dominate another monarchy..."

He deliberately dragged his tongue across the growing shaft. It might not have been the same sort of massive rod of the great monster dragons that had once ruled the land in legends, but even a size queen such as himself had limits. A cock longer than he was tall was one of them. No, this was merely in the range of a greater than average horse cock, perhaps larger than that, perhaps to the size of a feral elephant.

That was fine. He was used to that.

The 'shame' of his home country rolled off the shaft, holding around the head with one hand and giving it a good squeeze. The tip oozed with pre-cum already, running down along his chest and over his face. He leaned up to lick right over the urethra, and as the dragon growled over him, he knew that he was making a better case than any other diplomat could.

"Think about it, great one. A mouth that knows how to tease better than your finest whores. An ass that can take this massive monster of yours. Someone that will do it without being hypnotized...Someone with absolutely no shame..."

He patted those heavy balls as he stood on one foot, gently lifting them with his toes, tickling that shaft with his tail, bringing his hand to the head of the shaft to collect all the drippings that were coming free.

"All you need to do is agree to keep me around."

"Mmmmph...you..."

"Ah, don't forget my name, oh Lord Purple."

"Grrrrrrr."

"Is something the matter, Lord Purple? Ah, I think I understand."

He stepped back, sliding his hand down the back of pants that were soft, white, and baggy, and because of that, all too good at sticking to the body and becoming transparent when wet. He ran his hand down the back, pulling them down, exposing an ass that was soft and curved, taut with muscle but pushing back perfectly to grab the attention of someone that wanted to look.

"You need to ease yourself. Come here..."

He got on all fours, in front of everyone. They blushed, they tented their pants, they looked away, or some combination of the three. It didn't matter. They all knew what was about to happen.

And as the dragon pounced him, completely feral-minded, Saunak grinned in anticipation of a great ride.

The End

Summary: The shameless Prince Saunak ties into Revakulgr's story, and brings along some rather heavy naughtiness of his own, acting as 'advisor' and 'diplomat' to the great dragon's new court.

Tags: M/M, mongoose, dragon, feral dragon, anthro/feral, oral, blowjob, handjob, teasing, impending anal, size difference, public, exhibitionism, royalty, shameless, pre-cum,