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In the Court of the Dragon

For NerubianKnight

By Draconicon

Helmrick leaned against the side of the boat as the ship slowly came to dock. The blue-feathered gryphon gripped the railing that much tighter as the craft thumped against the pier, fighting the urge to leap off the side and put the rickety thing behind him as fast as possible. It would have been below him and, more to the point, would have gotten him lost in short order.

After all, this was well across the Red Sea, and it had taken him months to cross the desert to the proper port to make it here. He knew nothing of the locals, only that he had an invitation to the King of Okarak's court, and that he would be met on the docks.

He just hoped that it was still valid. It had, after all, been some time since he had received the invitation, and while the king had seemed interested - even keen - at the idea of the gryphon coming to visit, feelings could change. Time had a way of screwing with even the greatest of dreams.

The European gryphon looked up at the city just a little ways inland from the port. The capital city, Korak, loomed over the docks on a raised hill, which was itself surrounded by a defensive wall of carefully-laid stone. He could see a number of ways that the stone could be brought down, but that was due to his profession rather than out of an inherent weakness to the work that had been done.

"Looks like he's going to need an architect, alright," Helmrick muttered under his breath.

The center of Korak was further off, but the people were certainly busy on the docks. They moved hither and yon, darting about from ship to ship, either collecting the catch from the Red Sea or gathering things from those that visited from the richer countries just east across the sea. Goods and people were in constant motion, but there was one particular local that held his eye as the ropes were tossed down to the dock.

An elephant stood with his eyes fixed on Helmrick's ship, and the elephant was...nearly naked. The gryphon's eyes went wide, and his cheeks flushed as he realized just how much he could see. A slightly-aged male, the elephant had the dignity of a long-held retainer back in the northern lands, but it clashed so hard with the amount of exposed flesh that he had. Long tusks and a longer trunk hung down, leading over a stomach that had gone slightly to seed, sprawling out over a loincloth that was barely sufficient to hide the sight of a hidden shaft, let alone the shape of it.

He pulled his tunic a bit tighter around his shoulders, clearing his throat as he turned to one of the crewmen.

"Is this...normal?" he asked, gesturing at the elephant.

"It's hot in Okarak," the fennec fox said. "They don't wear as much here."

"Yes, but...is he..."

"That is the king's chancellor," the passing captain said, the dolphin shaking his head and shaking himself against the noon-time sun. "Looking for some guest of the court, I shouldn't wager."

The king's chancellor, dressed - or rather, undressed - like that? It seemed utterly absurd, but the evidence was right there in front of him. Helmrick shook his head, gathering himself as the gangplanks were lowered. As he collected his belongings, pulling his belt a bit tighter and tucking his wings against his back, the gryphon tried to imagine how he must look.

Strange, more than likely. He was a gryphon, yes, but with deep blue feathers along the top of his wings that slowly faded towards white the further down they went. His fur and feathers were similarly-shaded, with a beak that curled down halfway between an owl's and falcon's shape, and two long ears poked out of the side of his head, curling back almost like furred horns.

And then there were the designs along his fur. Spotted rosettes poked through the layers of fur, seen along his arms and the bottoms of his legs as each step pulled on the sea-shrunk pants that he had been forced to wear. Tall, lean, he still at least struck an imposing figure, or he would have in other places. This one...

He hadn't anticipated Okarak to be populated by such large individuals. The elephants, giraffes, and others just loomed over everyone else, and he shook his head as he did his best not to stare. The most-dressed of them had trousers that went halfway to their knees, and many had less than that. In some cases, much less, going further even than the chancellor to beads rather than a flap of leather in the front.

He cleared his throat as he approached the elephant, and the more mature male met his eyes with a small smile.

"Ah, yes. Helmrick, I presume?"

"That would be me, yes. And you are -"

"Tikon, his Majesty's chancellor."

So, the captain had been right. Lovely. He cleared his throat.

"I assume that his invitation still stands, then?"

"But of course. Or I would not be here."

"Then -"

"Allow me to lead you to the palace. If you would walk with me?"

He nodded, and the elephant turned around. Helmrick then had the privilege of seeing that the loincloth did not, as a matter of fact, cover the chancellor's rear end, and looked up as soon as he could.

This is going to be a long walk, he thought, adjusting his erection as subtly as he could and trying not to think of that rounded, lovely elephant rump on the way through the lower part of the city.

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The palace of Korak was, at least, somewhat better suited for the chancellor's state of dress than the main city. The servants, here, were dressed even more simply, with most of them wearing loincloths of beads and little more. With the females, that was suitable, for they were rather less 'obvious' down there, but for the males...

He had a hard time not staring at the half-exposed members of several cheetahs that stood at the sides of the door leading to the throne room, and they were just the latest example of the new near-nude culture that he had found himself surrounded by. He rubbed his forehead, shaking his head.

"Something the matter?" the chancellor asked.

"Does anyone wear clothes here?"

"The heat bothers us, so we shrug it off in whatever way we can."

"That's not helpful."

"It helps us. Just because it heats you up in different ways doesn't mean it doesn't work."

"Is this...normal? I admit that I don't have that much experience in the kingdoms south of the Mediterranean, but this seems...excessive."

"I admit that we take it further than Egypt and others," the elephant said, laying his hand on the door to the throne room. "However, there are reasons for that, and the king will be happy to explain it to you."

He couldn't imagine that there were any good reasons for it, but he would hold judgment, for now. Provided that they didn't demand that he did the same and he was allowed to get on with his work, he didn't foresee any great problems between them.

Then the door opened, and his jaw just about fell off his face.

Sitting on the throne at the far end of the room was a great dark dragon, standing seven feet tall and reclining back with one leg over the arm of his throne, and the other spread wide off to the side. Between his legs was a lion, and the lion in question...well, his mouth was quite busy, to put it mildly.

The court itself took the near-nudity of the rest of the city and threw it out the window, abandoning all propriety and embracing debauchery. The elephant stepped through the doors, the chancellor bowing at the waist before pulling his loincloth away, and the soft smack-smack-smack of a cock swinging back and forth between fleshy legs was impossible to block out. He shook his head, clicking his beak as he stepped into the room.

Everywhere he looked, sex happened. There were no outright places of bondage, which soothed him slightly - he had heard that there were kingdoms where slaves were kept bound and waiting for those that wanted to use them, after all - but there were still open acts of sex happening. The other members of the king's council were seated around the throne, legs spread, and there were just as many underlings using their mouths for the pleasure of the counselors seated over them.

But his eyes kept going back to the king. The dragon who sat on the central throne just smirked at him as he walked forward, and despite himself, Helmrick was trying to keep a bit of dignity as he approached. He cleared his throat.

"I - I presume that you are his Majesty?"

"King Drac of Okarak, yes," the dragon said, gently nudging the lion back...back...back -

POP!

And then the lion finally pulled off the dragon's dick entirely, leaving over a foot of phallus exposed to the open air. Helmrick just stared, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull at the raw hedonism of the court. It was far and beyond anything that he would have seen in Europe proper, and to know that he had been invited to this den of utter debauchery sent a shiver down his spine.

"You are Helmrick, yes?" the dragon asked.

"..."

"You may address me or my dick as you see fit, good man, but I will assure you that I'll answer faster than it will."

Helmrick shook his head, forcing his eyes off the twitching phallus to meet the dragon's eyes. The king of Okarak was a dominating specimen, sitting tall on a throne and still managing to meet the gryphon's eyes, an achievement in and of itself. Broad-shouldered with long, wide wings of leathery flesh and dark scales, the black dragon was a looming figure that was as intimidating on his own as a small cadre of elite bodyguards might have been.

The fact that he had eyes of purest white that seemed to suck at his attention didn't help, either, and he tried not to look at them too closely. Yet, try as he might, it was almost impossible not to look the dragon in the eyes. His vision just kept flicking back up, staring at the empty whiteness.

The king chuckled, shaking his head.

"Oh, you'll fit right in here," he said.

"What - I'm not like this. I'm no slut. If you're not interested in my architectural expertise -"

"Calm down, calm down. I'm not that far removed from reality. I know that we need more than just pleasure in the kingdom."

"Well...good."

"But you can relax a bit. Go on. Sit down."

There was a flash in the dragon's eyes, and almost before Helmrick realized what had happened, he had taken a seat on the floor. The rugs that were draped everywhere were soft, at least, but he hadn't meant to take a seat. Certainly not so close to all the cum-stains that littered the room.

"Now, as long as you're going to stare, you might as well listen," the great black dragon said, crossing one leg over the other. "Do you think you can do that?"

"What did you just do?"

"Work it out. But listen; I do have need of someone of your talents."

"Judging by the wall, clearly."

Helmrick shook his head, half-expecting a glare or some sort of rebuke from the dragon, but instead, the scaly king just smiled. He leaned forward, hands on his knees and his cock -

Stop looking at his cock!

It was half-hard, and the gryphon struggled not to stare. He looked up, instead, and he found himself...staring...

The pull of those eyes was intense, intense and impossible to resist. Helmrick stared into them, and the dragon's voice whispered deeper into his mind.

"You are talented...intelligent...and oh so stressed...Come...relax..."

There was a true sense of weakness that went down his arms, spreading from his shoulders downward. Everything just...fell, going limp and relaxed at his sides, his entire body struggling to stay upright. The dragon's eyes remained fixed on his, and he couldn't look away.

"Keep your eyes on mine...and listen...it's so much easier to just...stay attentive...to be a good little problem-solver...to be useful..."

"Nnngh..."

"You want to be of use. You've always wanted to be of use."

"Always...wanted..."

"A good little servant. A good little gryphon. So come...come to me..."

Like a hand around his throat, that voice slowly dragged him along the great rug that led from one side of the throne room to the other. The gryphon struggled to think as he got closer and closer to the dragon king, staring up at those white eyes, just barely catching the scent of crotch-musk that was getting stronger and stronger as he got closer and closer.

Finally, he stopped, shoulders bumping the dragon's knees. That cock bobbed up and down right in front of his beak, and he blinked as he 'woke' from the trance he'd been in. He sputtered, looking up -

"You will do what you're told."

"I...I..."

"The rewards of my court are great, for those that obey. You want to help...you want to be of use...and you know that I can make use of you. And right now, you really, really want to be put to use..."

Put...

To use...

Helmrick groaned, huffing through his beak as he stared at the cock before him. His thoughts were fading, replaced only with the desire to touch...to stroke...to taste...

His cheeks burned as he leaned forward, embarrassment burning through whatever those eyes had done to him, but not enough to stop him from taking a taste. The first lick hit him hard, and he groaned, his head rolling back to let that cock slide along his tongue. Further, further, back towards the rear of his mouth, tickling the top of his throat.

The dragon tilted his head back, making him look up. He met those white eyes, and other feelings came with that stare.

Suck. Swallow. Enjoy. Enjoy. Enjoy.

Enjoy.

He moaned as he swallowed around the shaft, pushing his beak open. Gryphons and other birds couldn't seal their beaks around cocks, but they could open their mouths wide to allow it to go deeper than others could. Further, further, further, until the head was lodged deep inside of his throat he went, half-gagging on it from a lack of experience.

But it felt good.

His own cock was rising from its sheath, pressing against the front of his pants and getting harder. The eyes of the rest of the council were on him, the chancellor rubbing his chin beneath his trunk, the marshal smirking slightly and showing half-yellowed fangs. But all of his attention was on the dragon.

The dragon and that dick.

That dick.

Oh, that dick. He started bobbing along the shaft, pulling it down his throat and actively enjoying the way that it tickled against the inside of his mouth. Up, down, up, down, feeling it stroking along the inside of his throat, too, and somehow taking pleasure from that.

"Mmmph...mmm...mmm..."

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Each time, he could feel his cock throbbing in time with the shaft before him, and each time, he felt a little spurt of pre-cum across his tongue, reminding him what he was doing. This was no good thing, no modest act. The gryphon should stop.

He couldn't stop.

He didn't want to stop.

Suck, suck, suck went his throat, clenching down on the head every time that it popped into his neck. He groaned, panting, fighting the urge to reach down and pull his cock out of his pants. He wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't been told to touch it or his own modesty that stopped him, and he didn't know which was worse. Instead, he just focused on the cock in his throat, bobbing his head back and forth, feeling the pulsing, throbbing motions that went through it, how it tried to bounce and swell against the roof of his mouth before going down his throat, and -

"Mmm...getting close..."

The dragon's voice was different, not so commanding. Not without staring into his eyes. He glukked as he went up, down, up, down, feeling the slime of his throat coating that cock, knowing that he was going to get a messy 'gift' in short order.

He didn't care.

He wanted it.

Up, down, up, down, feeling the scales against his beak, feeling the throbbing, pulsing, swelling thing in the back of his throat. He took it all the way down to the base, swallowing, trying to be a good gryphon, to be of use.

And he was, as the dragon finally came. He swallowed hard as he felt the first hot shots of cum hitting the back of his throat, and then feeling it going down towards his stomach. Swallowing hard, pulling it down, keeping the mess from happening. Just keep swallowing, sucking, swallowing, sucking, dragging it down until there was nothing left, nothing in his mouth or in his throat.

And yet, the salty, musky, manly flavor remained, and he kept tasting it as the dragon king pushed his head back. He panted, moaned -

Click.

And as the dragon snapped his fingers, the trance ended. Helmrick blinked, aware of the little hint of slime oozing from the corners of his beak, and the fact that he was kneeling before the king with the taste of cock and cum in his mouth.

"...I...you..."

"As you desired, I made use of you."

He could not believe what had just happened. As he looked around, it was clear that the other courtiers in the room were envious of what had happened to him. They glared as if they had been cheated of something, as if he had taken something that belonged to them by being the one to get the king's load.

Helmrick blushed worse, only to be twisted around to face the king once more. The dragon's eyes met his.

"Do you want an explanation?"

"...I think...I think one is warranted."

"Then you'll have one."

Helmrick tried to stand up, only for the king to step on his crotch. The sudden pressure on his dick was more than enough to keep him pinned, and he hissed, shivering ever so slightly from the toes dancing along a bulge that he didn't really know if he wanted.

"I am different from the kings that you've come to know in the north," the dragon said. "And as a result, I have different expectations of my people."

"Hmmph. Pleasure slaves, I assume," Helmrick muttered.

"At times, though that's only a stage of their life."

"...What do you mean?"

"I mean that there is a time period, a decade or so, where everyone works as a slave. What type is dependent on the needs of the kingdom at the time. But that's neither here nor there," he said, shaking his head. "What's more important is that I do have different needs besides that.

"You see, you've come to a kingdom where the king will never die."

"...Excuse me? That's impossible."

"Look at me. Look around you. Do you think that 'impossible' is really the right word?"

As much as he wanted to think that the king was completely insane - and who wouldn't, with immortality being the claim of the gods and no others - it was hard not to look at the room and realize that there was something different here. Maybe not something godly, perhaps, but there was no denying that the dragon had power.

King Drac of Okarak was someone different, and he had to respect that, even if he didn't like the implications.

"...I will...hold off on judgment, then," the gryphon said. "But if you have needs -"

"Not merely in terms of pleasure, but of talent," King Drac said. "My powers may command others, and I may improve their bodies, but their minds are their own, in certain ways. I cannot simply create intelligence. Nurture it, yes, and cultivate it, but I cannot make it appear where it simply isn't. I cannot turn some simple farmer into a genius tactician, nor some damaged beggar into a talented architect."

"...You need people like me."

"Yes."

It was some small comfort, he supposed. Knowing that they were still needed rather than something that could be replaced. Even so...

He glanced around the room. He looked at the courtiers, those that bowed and scraped, who wore nothing but the seed of those that had claimed them. There were so many of them...

"What holds you back?" Drac asked.

"I'm not like them," Helmrick said.

"Not a slave, you mean?"

"Slavery is not a trade we consider, in the north."

"A lie, but fair enough to believe," the dragon said, shaking his head. "That said, it's not slavery, precisely."

"Do they have a choice?"

"Mm-hmm. And a limit on their service."

"...Are you lying? You just...All you did was look at me, and I wanted nothing more -"

"Ah, but do you still want to?"

"..."

The dragon smiled, and Helmrick gritted his teeth, looking down and away. He didn't want to admit it, but there was a hint of desire, still. Not much, and certainly not enough to control him, but he knew it was still there. And it wasn't the dragon's fault that it was.

"Hmmph...then...what would be my...position...under your government?" the gryphon asked.

"Simple enough," the king said, slowly grinding his foot against the gryphon's bulge as he spoke. That broad sole, the slight wetness along the bottom, and the dancing toes were keeping him harder than he wanted to admit as the dragon continued. "You will be kept as the royal chief architect. There will be two tiers above you that can make use of you - me and my eventual (non-immortal) family, and my council - and the rest of the kingdom will be yours to take your pleasure with.

"During that time as the royal chief architect, you will be both the consultant and director for the various projects that I have in mind for Korak in particular and Okarak in general. When you're not being kept on for those, when there are times when I can direct my attention elsewhere, then you will have some discretionary funds from the kingdom to build what you want."

"...What I want?" He blinked. "Since when -"

"We have had a particularly successful few years in turning Egypt's raids against them, and have made striding successes in a few other arenas," King Drac said, chuckling. "Trust me. We will have the money."

"..."

"In return for the status, gold, and freedom to do what you may when you're not called to service, I simply ask that you give me all that you are, all that you can, when I do call for you. And, after twenty years, you will be given a retirement manor, as well as up to twenty others of your choice to tend to you in your latter years."

It was, to put it bluntly, a bountiful bribe. No country north of the Mediterranean would have offered him half so much for his services. That said, no other country would have demanded such services from him, either.

He groaned as the monarch pulled his pants down, finally exposing his cock. The barbed tip bobbed up and down as his ears pulled tight to his skull, and Helmrick bit off a hiss as the king of the land pinched the head of his cock between his toes.

"Now...do we have a deal?" he asked.

"Mmmph..."

"Or am I going to have to send you away?"

"What's stopping you...stopping you from just...staring into my eyes and making me stay?" he asked.

"Nothing. But I chose not to. After all, a willing servant provides a foundation for me to work with. I could force you, but then I'd always have to wonder." The dragon chuckled. "Besides...I think we both know what you're going to decide."

"..."

"So?"

"...F-fine," he sputtered, shaking his head as the dragon slid his foot down, toes sliding around either side of his shaft. "I'll...stay."

"Good...Stand and take off your pants."

Helmrick groaned as that foot pulled away, finally, half-regretting the loss of stimulation, but not nearly as much as he expected to. He huffed as he dragged himself to his feet, shaking his head and pushing his pants down, leaving his cock pointing at the dragon king and bobbing up and down.

The black-scaled dragon reached off to the side, snapping his fingers. One of the various servants around darted to some chest off to the side, lifting it from the ground and carrying it back to the king.

"Let's see now..."

King Drac flicked it open, rooting around inside. It was filled with rings the size of bracelets, each one rather large and heavy-looking, covered in jewels and sigils. He didn't know what they were for, or what they even could be for at that size. They seemed outsized for anything to be worn on the wrist, and yet -

"Ah, this will do."

The dragon king pulled one free that was slightly smaller than the others, less diameter in the middle of the band but with a heavier golden weight around the thickness of it. He chuckled as he held it before -

Oh.

"I...That's a..."

"A cock ring, yes," King Drac said. "And it will mark you. Should you still be willing to accept your place, that is."

"...I am. Just - ah!"

One thing that he could say for the dragon king: he didn't waste time. A simple pinch and pull, and Helmrick's cock was dragged right through the ring, his balls following after. The ring itself pinched slightly at the base, then -

Then it was sealed. As good as sealed, at least, to the point where he realized that he couldn't actually wiggle it free. He tried, just to see what would happen, but all he did was tug on his balls and make his cock and sheath jiggle just a bit in the process.

"Don't lose that," King Drac said. "That's your ring of office. If anyone questions who you are, just show them that."

"...I suppose that there's the side-benefit of forcing me to expose myself involved, as well."

"Of course."

"Of course," the gryphon muttered.

"You'll get used to it. Propriety in Okarak is far removed from what you're used to in the European kingdoms."

"Hmph."

"Now...look into my eyes...and we'll start talking of your other duties..."

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Ten years later...

Helmrick had to admit, coming to Okarak had been the best decision that he could have made. For all that the first year was an awkward start - not made better by his own pride and the desperate desire to hold onto authority that had never been his to command - but ever since, things had gotten so much better.

The gryphon looked out from the manor that he'd ordered constructed in his third year in the dragon's service, the grand house looming over the coastline. He was just outside of Okarak, in easy communication with the throne while not being in the hustle and bustle of everything else in the capital. The city itself had grown in the last ten years, too, reflecting the various triumphs of the dragon king.

He might actually be immortal, Helmrick thought, stroking the head of the slave that was buried between his legs, tongue working along his balls and up to the head of his shaft, while another buried his head between the gryphon's ass cheeks and worshiped his hole. He's no different now than he was all that time ago...

But whether or not the dragon was actually immortal, he was following through with their deal. Each decade, a new group of adults were transitioned from childhood to 'slavery,' where they would serve between ten and twenty years, depending on how well they did their jobs and how they felt about the doing of it. He already had his eyes on a few new slaves that looked promising, and which would do well for him in another decade's time, and more to the point, the dragon had already cleared space a few towns inland; when he retired, Helmrick wanted space well away from the sea, somewhere dry and sunny so that he wouldn't have to worry about the wet air.

"Mmmph..."

He groaned, curling his toes as he felt the fennec fox between his legs take his cock all the way to the base. Much as he enjoyed it, however, there was always work to do. He snapped his fingers, some part of him still rather astonished that he'd managed to ever get used to this, and the giraffe beneath his tail pulled back. They returned shortly after with a roll of parchment, which contained all the different plans for the defensive wall that the dragon king wanted placed around the upper rivers of the kingdom. Something about planning for a push north to take some of the Egyptian riverland.

He didn't know how that would work in the long run, but he wasn't a soldier. He was a builder, and he would design the walls as well as he possibly could.

"Keep sucking," he said as he had one of the other slaves bring him a rolling desk. "I have a lot of work to do..."

The End

Summary: Helmrick has received an invitation to a court in the African kingdoms, and as he is a bit short on work at the moment, he decides to accept it. Little does he know what he's getting into...

Tags: M/M, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Loincloth, Kingdoms, CK3, Crusader Kings 3 inspired, Dragon, Elephant, Gryphon, Court, Blowjob, Hypnosis, Cock Ring, Slavery, Draconicon, Cum, Orgasm, Pleasure, Musk,