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“I'm just saying, it's totally possible." Feerah retorted, the large black dragoness shuffling her wings against her side while the others packed up the table.

She had been curious in the game that her brother and his mate had been so invested in and had finally been invited to play. She had enjoyed her first game of Warrens and Wyverns, the roleplaying game that let her be in control of a character on board. While her brother, Zuurah had played a centaur cleric and his mate, Nuut had played as the umpire or rule maker, Feerah had enjoyed playing as a rogue kobold, she enjoyed the suspense of checking for traps and disarming them. Their adventure however had come to an abrupt halt when the final boss of the castle they were liberating had killed the whole party in one fierce fireball spell.

“Feerah, I'm just reading it from the module, your mission was to slay the evil dragon Raagna, not fuck him." Nuut replied, looking over his shoulder at the black dragoness while placing the figurines in a box.

Sensing an argument between his mate and his twin sister, Zuurah chuckled nervously. “Well, it doesn't say we can't." He compromised with a weak smile.

“Oh my god, really?" Nuut exclaimed while shaking his head in disbelief, the smaller gray drake suddenly feeling outnumbered. “The rule book is pretty clear, the evil red dragon Raagna overthrew the kingdom of Elsewë?ah and now the plucky group of adventurers need to rid the land of him… not try and seduce him."

“Pfft, rules." Feerah yawned and stretched her body out, her strong muscles tensed and ripped under her scared scales. “All I'm hearing is a big strong drake who was assertive and took what he wanted. I can get behind that… or under it." She said with a wink.

Nuut reached back into the box of mini figurines, each one just under a foot tall so they could be manipulated by a dragon's paws. “Need I remind you, you are a kobold?" He said while lifting her figurine up for her to see. The small reptilian biped posed with a dagger in each hand and a smirk on its face while a cape billowed behind her. “No way you could satisfy an adult red dragon. You are meant to kill him."

“To be fair, he is pretty high level for a party of two." Zuurah remarked. “Like he has way too many hit points, even for our rogue." He added with a nod to Feerah.

Nuut shrugged, “I don't know, it says it's meant to be possible. Maybe you are meant to find out his motivations or use your imagination to find a way to get rid of him, other than fuck him." He replied, after getting his mate to play he had been eager to introduce the game to Zuurah's twin sister but was starting to realize that they had a different play style to what he was used to. “But besides! This is fantasy, he is massive and has lived in that castle for hundreds of years-"

“Damn, sounds like he would be pent up." Zuurah retorted, the black drake earning a laugh from his sister and a glare from his mate.

Putting the miniature back in the box, Nuut shook his head. “Why do I even bother? Next time, I won't be the DM." He sighed, he knew they were just trying to get a rise but he was getting tired.

As Zuurah wrapped a comforting wing around his mate and held him close to let him know he meant no ill intent. Seeing the confusion on his sister's face, Zuurah explained. “DM means dungeon master."

Her eyes widened and a sinister smile spread on her black snout. “Oh, I can DM if you want. I've been told that I'm pretty good too."

Nuut's head perked up until he saw her face and rolled his eyes. “Ha-ha." He said sarcastically, “not that kind of dungeon master."

Feerah shrugged her wings and gave him a playful wink, “Well, you know where to find me if you want to do a solo session. You don't need a party for it to be a party." She added with a chuckle.

Zuurah held his mate tighter with his wing, the larger black male flaring at his sister. “Sorry sis, he is all mine."

Feerah rolled her eyes dramatically and tucked her tail around her feet as she sat on her cushion. “You always did get the nicer toys."

“Only because you kept breaking yours." Zuurah retorted.

Feerah grinned with a mischievous twinkle in her icy blue eyes, and gave Nuut an almost predatory stare. “I never heard any complaints as I broke them."

Zuurah lowered his head down to Nuut's forehead and kissed him softly. “Don't worry. I won't let her break you. That's my job." His voice was soft and warm but just loud enough for Feerah to hear.

Her expression shifted at the sight of their affection, seeing her brother and his mate being close caused Feerah to feel a pang of jealousy, wishing she had someone like her brother had. Seeing the subtle shift in her eyes, Nuut found her weakness and angled his head up to kiss Zuurah back. “How about we see if your bag of holding can sheath my rod of wonder." The gray drake replied with a smile.

Zuurah saw his sister's eyes widen and mouth open, knowing his mates ploy he smiled down at Nuut, “Oh, as long as you cast grease first, I'm sure it will work."

“Alright! I'm out!" Feerah exclaimed and quickly got to her feet. “You're making me sick, ya fucking nerds!" She added with a flutter of her wings. Stepping out of the living room she began to make her way down the hallway to the guest room, her cheeks warm at the sound of laughter coming from behind her. She smiled as she shook her head, happy for her brother to have found someone, but glad that her room was as far away from the master suite as possible.

Stepping into her room, she closed the door with her tail. Despite having lived with her brother and Nuut for almost a year now, there was very little evidence in the guest room to suggest she had spent much time here. Her duffle lay slumped on the floor next to her bedside table along with her tablet, headphones and a framed photo of her old unit.

Stepping onto the bed, she took a deep breath and lay down. It had taken her months to get used to the soft mattress, a far cry from the hard ground she was more accustomed to. She had been trying to find her own place only to find many didn't want to offer lodging to an unemployed dragon and no-one wanted to hire a dragon that was trained to kill rather than anything constructive.

As she curled around herself, the ambiance of the house became haunting, her steady breathing the only soundtrack in the silence that was civilian life. Taking another deep breath to begin to calm herself for sleep, she reached to the bedside table for her headphones. Her gaze lingering on the framed photo of her old squad, even in the little moonlight that shone through her window she could make out the faces. The black bars that were there to obscure their identity did little to stop her filling in the blanks with her imagination.

Slipping the headphones on over her head, she pressed the button on the side and the sounds of distant gunfire began to play. The deep resounding booms of heavy artillery resonating through the small speakers relaxed the dragoness and she found herself closing her eyes. Stretching out one last time her paws clicked and cracked, after so many landings carrying more gear than she should have, her body had paid the price. As she curled herself in a tight circle she pushed the pillow aside and opted to lay her head on her tail, a habit she had developed while deployed to ensure no one tripped over her dark form in the night.

As she slowed her breathing and forced each limb to relax, she began to drift off to sleep. The thoughts and memories of their night's game caused a smile to pull at her snout.

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“Hey, you. You're finally awake." Came an unfamiliar voice.

Groggy and stiff, Feerah blinked her eyes to try and make sense of the world. Leaning forwards she found her front paws to be vastly different to how she remembered them and in addition, her vision felt strange. She found herself having to turn her neck more than she would have thought necessary and that in itself yielded a far smaller range of motion.

It was daytime and the thoughts of her room began to fade as she took stock of her surroundings. Rolling grassy hills of a foreign countryside complete with a dense forest filled her vision, the ground beneath her was nothing more than a dirt path.

Her once strong paws were now dainty and nimble, as she wiggled her digits she realized how dextrous they were and grinned at the mischief she could create with them. Her harness felt tight and constricting, her eyes going wide when she looked down and saw she was wearing some sort of leather armor.

“You okay little kobold?" Came the voice, as a hand landed on her shoulder she whipped around and snarled, her small fangs revealed in all their might.

“Whoa there, just trying to help." Chuckled the man in front of her, his face somewhat blurry despite how much she blinked her eyes. “You fell off that horse pretty hard, you okay?"

She found her hind legs longer than her forelegs as she stood on all fours before finding she could rear up on two legs with ease. Coming to chest height on the merchant she still felt disoriented and confused, stumbling on two legs she tried to rationalize what she was. She was Feerah the free, a large black dragoness but now confined to this strange reptilian biped form. Her heart sank as she realized her magnificent wings were gone yet the countless small scars on her body remained.

“Where-" she paused as she realized her voice was still her own. “Where am I?" She asked, patting her hands down her leather clad body to take inventory of her equipment.

“Where are you? Why, you are in the kingdom of Elsewë?ah. You really hit your head hard didn't you." He chuckled while adjusting the straps on his large pack.

“Elsewë?ah…" Feerah mumbled to herself, the word rolling in her mouth as she found it familiar. “There is a dragon here, isn't there?" She asked while trying to focus on the blurry merchant, his face seemed to be obscured by an oily smear.

“Is there?" The merchant chuckled, “He is the only thing left, besides his castle. It sure would be nice if he wasn't here anymore, but he has been living here for-"

“Over a hundred years." Feerah finished, running a hand over her black scaled face and found her horns still retained their shape despite her transformation.

“That's right!" Replied the merchant cheerfully. “Many have tried to rid him of the land but everyone has failed."

“I guess that's where I come in." Feerah smirked as the scar that ran down from her eye to lip giving her a fierce expression despite her size.

“Ya sure you are you going to be able to slay the dragon?" The merchant asked in disbelief while he looked the kobold up and down. What parts of her body were not covered by her armor was protected by her inky black scales, looking closer he could see a red mottled color bleeding through them not unlike a venomous snake.

“Slay?" Feerah chuckled to herself at a lewd joke. “No, but I believe I promised someone I could get rid of him." Looking to the large mountain to the east, she could see the imposing castle near its peak. The dilapidated stone structure looked menacing, complete with a swirling maelstrom of black clouds and a red magical glow above it.

“Well, everyone would be mighty happy if he was gone!" The merchant replied cheerfully. “Everyone has been waiting with baited breath for him to leave."

“Yeah… I guess he isn't the only one who is a bit pent up." Feerah muttered under her breath.

“Would you like some supplies for your quest? I unfortunately cannot accept credit."

Patting herself down again she found a large dagger sheathed in a concealed pouch on her armor. Withdrawing it, her eyes lit up as she spun it over in her hand, her small fingers and thumb manipulating the blade with ease. As the merchant eyed the blade with concern, the black kobold looked once more at the castle and tried to formulate her plan.

“Do you have a pen and paper? I have an idea."

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Raagna's large amber eyes slowly opened as he felt his magical wards become triggered. Like an itch on the underside of his paw, it was impossible to ignore. Someone was approaching and he sighed, knowing that he was about to be disturbed. With a long stretch, he dragged himself out from under the countless coins that littered his golden hoard and shook his massive wings. Gems and other jewels scattered as he sat up on his haunches and looked down towards the giant double doors that led to his treasury. He sniffed the air for the pungent aroma of man or dwarf but frowned when he smelt something familiar yet also foreign.

He listened carefully, the small clicks of claws on stone made him cock his head. While he had used magic to create a collection of traps, he frowned as he heard the footsteps continue to approach. Stifling a yawn, he focused intently on the doors, whoever was approaching was nimble enough to avoid being caught but was making no efforts to mask their footsteps.

Curiosity ate away at the red dragon's resolve as the footsteps came closer and closer. He had experienced his fair share of knights bursting in and challenging him, or even a group of dragon hunters trying to flush him into traps. But this was different, and it had him transfixed.

He heard the footsteps stop on the other side of the large wooden doors and pause. The sound of something small clearing its throat and parchment being shuffled left him with more questions than answers, suspecting it could be a mage he began to raise his magical defenses. Invisible barriers around his body and mind that would thwart all but the most powerful spells.

Feerah pushed against the large iron banded doors with her small shoulder and instantly missed her stronger body. As her little feet scrambled at the smooth stone floor, the door finally began to open with an almost deafening groan. Slipping inside the treasury she smiled at the massive red dragon who sat majestically on the large pile of gold. The cliché not going unnoticed by the small kobold, knowing that she would do the same if she could.

She gave a sheepish smile at the large red dragon and closed the door behind her with a shove. The resonating boom echoing through the cavernous room as it sealed her in with the mighty dragon.

Her blue eyes locked with the red drake and without fear she began walking towards his hoard with a scroll clutched in one hand. “Well well well, it seems there are indeed still real dragons left in this land. Raagna I presume? I was beginning to think I wouldn't find a suitable candidate." Feerah said with a knowing grin.

A small smirk pulled at the large drake's snout, this kobold was clearly no threat to his might and he found himself curious of her tale. His tail flicked as the kobold produced a quill and ink pot, clumsily holding them between her fingers while unfurling the scroll.

Feerah smiled politely and cleared her throat, speaking up to ensure she was heard. “Let's see now, four legs, check! Horns, sharp and curved! She is gonna love that." Feerah said while her eyes flicked from his body to the paper. “Spines down the back, traditional. Nothing wrong with that." Feerah said while scribbling something for a moment longer.

Raagna's voice was a low growl, like boulders rolling in a storm. “You are trespassin-"

“Ooo, that voice!" Feerah exclaimed with excitement, “say something again!"

“I am not some mere animal in a zoo for you to gawk at, kobold."

Feerah nodded excitedly. “Yes! More of that, oh she loves being talked down to like that. You are doing so well!" scribbling into the scroll she wrote down further notes before looking back up at the drake, her gaze lingering on his powerful chest while she stroked the feathered quill on her lips in thought. “Tell me, what are your thoughts on humans?"

Raagna lowered his head down to her level, his snout alone dwarfing the small kobold while his below like lungs exhaled a rush of hot air across her entire body. “Anyone that comes into my kingdom uninvited, forfeits their life at the border."

Feerah made a deliberate move to inspect his sharp teeth and write further notes. “Couldn't have said it better myself! So tell me, this hoard is all yours, right? You didn't take out a loan to look rich or anything?" She asked and gestured to the mountain of gold with her quill. She could see a variety of priceless artifacts including an old ornate throne and crown from the previous ruler.

Raagna snarled at the small kobold and reared his neck back in a powerful arc. “I laid waste to the empire of Elsewë?ah, killed their precious royal family one by one and burned their kingdom. What you see here is rightfully mine, taken by might-"

“Perfect!" interrupted Feerah with a smile, laying on the perky act thick while bragging to herself at how well her con was going. “It's nice to see a real drake who knows how to do a proper hoard. She is going to love that."

“Who is it that you speak of? But heed my warning! If you are from one of my rivals, you will discover new levels of pain as I tear you limb from limb." Raagna stated firmly, his eyes pinning the smaller kobold in place.

“Oh, I thought you were already told. I am here on behalf of Queen… Taalli." She said while hastily pulling a name out of her memory. “She is going into heat soon, and I have been sent to evaluate potential suitors. It's a big deal to her, being her first mate, first clutch and all that!" Feerah explained and smiled when his eyes widened slightly in excitement despite his stoic expression.

“Is she even a dragon if she has to send a kobold to find a suitor? What happened to drakes establishing breeding rights by force?" Raagna growled, his body becoming tense at what the world was becoming.

Feerah saw his muscles bulge and waved her quill hand dismissively. “Oh, there will be plenty of that. Think of this as a preliminary sorting, none of us want some lowborn runt getting lucky now, would we?" She asked rhetorically

Shuffling his massive wings Raagna nodded slowly. “Of course not, do you think of me as a runt?"

Feerah smiled, “Are you afraid you don't measure up?" She asked politely, her eyes scanning his massive form. “Let's get a proper look at you, wings up please."

Raagna was about to snap that he doesn't take orders before pausing, this kobold's claim was enticing and he knew he needed to atleast get a location of this dragon Queen before he rid the world of the little pest. Lifting his wings, he slowly unfurled them until his wing tips touched either side of the grand hall.

“Perfect, now hold them there for us." Feerah said before climbing onto the mountain of gold and scribbling her notes on the parchment. “Fuck, you are a big boy ain't you." She remarked and saw his chest puff out, moving closer she stabbed her quill into the heavy scales that lined his foot. “And not an illusion, good! Some runts use their magic to make themselves look bigger, good to see you are the real deal." She added with a smile.

The drake looked down at the kobold as she worked around him, her horned head hardly coming to his elbow. He spotted her small dagger in her armor and knew that she could do him no harm with it, her feeble strength would never allow it to gain purchase between his armored scales. Reaching out with his magic he tried to detect any traces of magic on her and discovered that she possessed no affinity or carried any magical items. “So, this Queen Taalli. Where did you say she lived?" He asked, hopefully the lesser creature would reveal the location of his prize.

Feerah was pretending to inspect his rump from below when she smiled at his question, knowing exactly his goal. “Oh, you haven't heard of her have you? Ooo, she won't like that-"

“You mistake my meaning little lizard." The great dragon snarled, turning around to face her and lifting his wings higher to appear even bigger. “Of course I know her, I have heard she has a large domain and I simply wished to know where in her domain I would find her." He lied and closed his jaws with a snap that resonated throughout the treasury.

With a polite bow of her head Feerah averted her gaze, knowing that she needed to maintain the bluff. “Excuse my kobold brain, of course you have heard of the great Queen Taalli. Her domain is indeed incredibly vast so thank you for correcting me. Tell me, are those wings for show? Or are you a strong flier too?"

“The best." He said simply, giving his wings a half flap to emphasize the powerful muscles that wrapped his chest and controlled his wings. His smile broadened as the small kobold had to wrestle her back scroll from the rush of air he created.

“Perfect!" Feerah exclaimed once she had her scroll under control. “It's a long journey that's for sure. I will draw you a map if you pass the rest of the tests." Feerah explained and rerolled her parchment under the stern watch of the dragon.

“Tests?"

Feerah waved a hand dismissively, “Oh, mostly a formality. You have already passed a few of them, she wants me to be thorough, you see. You know what it's like, a young dragoness Queen, last of her line, trying to find a suitor who will show her how to rule her massive kingdom and pump a couple eggs out of her. Only the best drake will do."

Raagna's heart beat faster at the kobold's claim while his gaze focused on her bright blue eyes to see any signs of deception. Either she was telling the truth or she was an exceptional liar. “Well, if it is the best you seek. You are good at your job." He announced with a smug smirk.

Feerah chuckled and nodded before scribbling on her parchment. “A bit of flattery doesn't go astray either. Good drake." She continued to scribble for longer than necessary, ensuring he was focused intently on her. “Well then, I think we can get to the real tests now. So, your magic, what are your limitations?"

“None." He said flatly, his smirk broadening as she looked impressed.

“Very good." Feerah remarked with a nod. “Now your size. Biiit of a problem there bud, not gonna lie." She said with an exaggerated grimace. “Queen Taalli is a young one, and a small one too. She is after an egg not a funeral, so what is the possibility of maybe making yourself a bit smaller?"

Raagna looked intently at the small kobold to try and determine any hidden scheme or sinister plot. “If it would please the Queen, I could take a smaller form." He said slowly, his words firm and measured.

“Perfect! Down you go then, I'll tell you when to stop." Feerah said with the tone of a nurse assessing a patient. “I need to be sure you can maintain a smaller size."

“If you believe that me becoming smaller will allow that blade of yours to pierce my hide, you will be sadly disappointed kobold." He spat and smiled when she looked up at him meekly.

Feerah chuckled nervously and shook her head. While not her intention, a backup plan involving a carefully placed dagger was bouncing around in the back of her mind. With two fingers she pinched the hilt of her knife and slowly withdrew it before tossing it away from them both. “There, does that please the great drake Raagna?"

Shuffling his wings, he had half hoped she would have lunged at him with the knife but seeing her disarm herself so casually brought further weight to her purpose. “That is acceptable. How big is this Queen of yours?"

Feerah rolled up her scroll and lifted it above her head, standing on her tippy toes she tried to measure the imaginary dragoness. “Eh, I can't really show you. Make yourself smaller and I'll tell you when to stop. If you can, of course."

Rolling his eyes, Raagna sighed. His entire form glowed slightly in an amber aura and his body began to slowly shrink. After a minute he cocked his head at the kobold, his body now just larger than a draft horse. When Feerah flourished her hand for him to keep going, he drew on his magic once more and kept reducing his size. Only once his shoulders were at the same height of the kobolds did she hold up her hand for him to stop.

“Oh! This is much more convenient!" Feerah exclaimed, clapping her hands together with glee. “Every girl likes a big male taking her, but we also like to be able to walk the next day." She explained while walking around the small although still mighty dragon. With a delicate hand she traced a finger across his wing membranes and onto his rump. Stepping over his tail with a hop she continued to caress his scaled hide in a way that made Raagna suddenly need to swallow.

“Are we done?" He asked flatly, turning his neck to watch the kobold sensually run her fingernails across his other wing.

Feerah shrugged, “We have a few more tests to do, but if you want to stop I can send word that you are not interested." She threatened with a playful smirk. “I hear there is some male out west who doesn't mind swallowing his pride for a 'ness-"

“That runt is not worthy of the air he breathes!" Raagna exclaimed, his voice a lot quieter and missing the gravitas of his larger form.

“My thoughts exactly." Feerah agreed while tucking the scroll into her armor and beginning to unbuckle the countless straps that held it in place. “On your back then, let's see what my Queen is going to have to deal with."

“I will not expose myself for some lowborn runt-"

“Oh! Sorry! Are you a virgin?" Feerah said while reaching for a scroll, smiling internally as his neck pulled back in surprise at her audacity. “I hear your kind is always nervous the first time. It's okay, but my Queen is really after someone who knows what they are doing." Feerah explained, with a soft pop she opened the ink pot to dip her quill in while the drake looked at her in disbelief. “She is still pure, so she doesn't want her first time to be with some two hump chump."

“I AM NOT SOME SOFT SCALED RUNT WHO DOESNT KNOW HOW TO FUCK A DRAGONESS!" Bellowed Raagna, his wings flared and lips curled back in a snarl while a wisp of smoke trailed from his nostrils.

Feerah jumped back in shock and quickly re-capped her ink pot. “Oh, my mistake dear Lord Raagna. Most drakes have no issue showing off their equipment, it's not a weird shape is it?" She asked with a bow to hide her budding smile.

The drake's claws dug into the bed of coins below him, he wanted to lash out and remove this kobold from existence but the temptation of a virgin Queen and her territory was too great. “It's not a 'weird shape'. It will leave your Queen breathless and properly bred." He said simply.

“Fantastic! On your back and show me then." Feerah grinned and continued to take off her armor. The feeling of the constricting leather finally leaving her scaled body made her feel liberated and free and the way the drake's eyes lingered on her brought a smile to her lips.

With a sigh, the crimson drake lowered himself to the ground and rolled onto his side, flinching as the kobold knelt beside him and assertively grabbed two of his paws, with a quick shove she pushed him onto his back.

Looking down the drake's firm chest and belly, she could see his slit on full display between his thighs. Pressing a hand to his underside she felt Raagna's breath hitch as she began to stroke down towards his groin, her fingers taking their time to explore each thick scale on her way to his slit. “See? just relax, this test is a fun one." She said softly, smiling as he let out the breath he was holding.

“You are a bold one." Raagna growled softly, closing his eyes as he found himself enjoying her touch.

“My Queen always said, I put the bold in kobold." Feerah smiled cheekily and felt his belly rumble with a chuckle, “It's why she trusts me with the most important matters."

Wiggling slightly into his golden hoard, the large drake began to slowly relax under her dutiful touch. “Tell me about her, your Queen." He rumbled softly.

Feerah placed her hand gently on his slit and felt the firmness below his scales as his member stirred. “She is beautiful, radiant and funny, with fire in her blood and passion in her heart." Feerah said fondly. “Her rump is voluptuous and plump, an absolute dumpy and scales as smooth as silk. But a side note, just between you and me, I think she is in desperate need of a good drake. She has been burned by males before and she isn't one to be tamed easily, but whoever she picks will not be disappointed with her by their side." She added and felt the lips of his slit part slightly. “She is wealthy, richer than your wildest dreams. But her sire and dame are not in the picture anymore, it's just Queen Taalli and a lonely nest."

She smiled as his tip began to emerge, the drake's imagination filling in the details of the fictitious Queen. His body shuddered when her hand grazed his fleshy spire, its length surging forwards a few inches under her stimulating touch. “Mmmh, look at you." Feerah said while captivated by the emerging length. “When was the last time you felt the touch of a good female?" She asked and felt him stiffen. “Don't worry, this isn't a test."

“It's been a while." He admitted softly, groaning as her hands continued to stroke his emerging length.

“Saving yourself for my Queen, fate must be bringing you two together." Feerah said warmly while a smirk pulled at her lips, the grunt of approval from the drake made her chuckle inside. It was rare she found a male that didn't respond well to her charm, a bit of praise and worship was all it took to get a drake eating out of her hands and she knew he was no different.

“Ooo, is this a knot I feel?" She asked rhetorically as she stroked down to the base of his shaft to where the thick lobes were only just visible. “My Queen is in luck, a King that sticks around is always a good thing." She added with a grin. She could smell his masculine scent radiating from his body, leaning further against his side she brought her other hand onto his meaty length and stroked from tip to base.

He groaned at the feeling of penetrating something tight, his imagination trying to replace the kobolds hands with the idea of pressing into the dragoness Queen. As the kobold began to slide her grip back up his hard length he felt her collect some of his leaking pre to allow her to effortlessly glide her hands across his flesh. His hips began to slowly rock in time with her touch and his eyes closed as his arousal built.

“This is a good test." He murmured, “What is it exactly you are looking for?"

Feerah double checked his eyes were closed and smiled, keeping her voice low and sultry she continued her caresses of his cock. “To test your endurance of course." She said while bringing her hands down to his slowly forming knot. “We want a real King that can last, not a disappointment for my Queen." She added, squeezing the base of his knot and grinning as he groaned in pleasure.

She adjusted her position to put more weight on his chest and belly, a poor imitation of the rump of a dragoness against his softer underside. With one hand struggling to wrap round his knotted base she began stroking his length eagerly with her other hand. “Gods, you are so big." She said with a smirk, knowing that she needed him close to the edge for her plan to work. “I can just imagine how she will scream your name as you take her with your big fat breeder cock." She added and felt him growl again in approval.

Raagna continued to visualize the Queen, her voice calling out as he took her firmly and lay claim to her virgin body. “Mmmgh fuck, you are good at this. I see now why she keeps you around." He murmured. Rocking his hips into the kobold's touch, he felt himself gaining but bit his tongue. The subtle pain helping stave off his pent up release as he did not want to finish early and disappoint this Queen's envoy.

“Tell me, how exactly would you take my Queen?" Feerah asked softly, eager to bring him closer to climax. Switching hands she gripped his shaft more firmly as she continued working his length, she could feel the throb of his heartbeat through his member and the sense of power over him brought a smile to her snout.

“Like no one ever could." He growled, his hips shuddering as he felt her grip tighten. “I would show her how a real drake takes a 'ness, with her rump up and chest down…" he paused as he took a deep breath and controlled his arousal. “I would ease in at first before showing her what it means to be filled with a real drake's cock." He groaned and rolled his hips upwards to emphasize his claim. “I would let her adjust while telling her how I was about to breed her before pounding her into submission." He added and whined softly as Feerah sped up her ministrations to match his description.

“She would like that, your weight in her back, your cock plunging into her. I can hear her needy whines already." Feerah added while continuing to pump his cock with both hands, occasionally bringing her palms down to his knot and cradling it gently before slipping back up. “Then what would you do?"

Raagna's eyes scrunched closed tighter, his internal balls begging for release as he began humping up into her tight grip. “I would bring her to climax, feel her walls shudder and clench on my cock as it continued to drive into her core. I would take her breath away and make her see stars as I repeatedly took her." He promised, his heart beating hard as he imagined her under him. “I would keep going until she begged, begged for my precious seed and only then I would give it to her."

“Just like that?" Feerah asked while relaxing her grip slightly to show he said the wrong thing. “What about this thick knot of yours?" She offered.

“Of course I would tie her before filling her. That's a given." his breath hitching as she stroked down his length with both hands and gripped the front of his knot.

“Are you sure? This is a hefty knot, I don't know if she could take it-"

“I would make it fit!" He replied firmly, his deep voice sending a shiver down Feerah's spine. “I would slam it against her before grinding it against her wet lips. If it still wouldn't…fit…" his words became desperate as Feerah mimicked the sensations on his cock. “I would hold her nape in my jaws, hard enough for her body to relax and…" Feerah squeezed his knot firmly while slowly pushing down to simulate what it would feel like for him to breach a tight female, she could feel him on the knife edge of his climax. His rapid heartbeat caused his knot to throb and swell further in her hands. “Submit!" He exclaimed loudly and humped his hips up sharply so her grip shifted around to the back of his knot. Her firm grip told his mind that he was now hilted inside the dragon Queen and he was about to hose her insides with his seed and breed her thoroughly.

He felt his internal balls tighten as they tensed to fire his pent up load, but his eyes fluttered open and lips curled into a snarl as the grip on his cock was suddenly released. The feeling of her delightful grip now missing and only the stale air of his hoard touched his primed cock. “Perfect! I think we can call that a pass with flying colors." Feerah exclaimed and stood up, quickly taking a step back to safety as the drake groaned needily. “We wouldn't want you wasting your seed on anything by my Queen, would we?" She asked as he opened his mouth to complain.

He closed his mouth again, resisting the urge to rapidly pump his cock with his own paw and paint his own chest in white. “Um- of course." He admitted with a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Glad you understand! You are a smart drake, we want every drop of that virile cum inside her womb, not hosed across your hoard." Feerah announced while she picked up her scroll and quill, while pretending to write on the parchment she shielded her grin from the distraught drake.

His length was still throbbing painfully as she tore off a small piece of parchment and stepped forward to pass it to him. Glancing down he saw a crude drawing of a map with an arrow. “And this is?" he asked while trying to catch his breath.

“Directions! Your beloved is waiting for you. Picture her, in her castle all alone, nothing but the thought of her mate coming to her to sate her needs." Feerah said while waving a hand in front of her as if revealing a picture, “Her heat will start soon and she will need you there from day one. It's a long flight too, so you best be on your way." Feerah announced proudly. “But between you and me, you did really well and she is gonna enjoy being bred by your monster cock! Tell her that Feerah the Free gave you a glowing review and she will know you are the one. Now, flap-flap, or else another drake may find her first." She added with a shooing motion with her hands.

Raagna rolled onto his feet and began returning to his full size, his massive cock now proudly back to all of its glory. “Very well." He said simply, his voice a low frustrated growl. The idea of plunging his meat into a fertile dragon overpowering all rational thoughts while his dragonhood protested under him. “I shall fly to your Queen and make her mine."

“Go get her, stud!" Feerah exclaimed and wiped her hands on her armor. “It's a few weeks flight, but on my Queen's name I shall protect your hoard. We wouldn't want no runt moving in while you are continuing her line, now would we." Feerah explained and saw the cogs slowly working in the horny drake's mind.

With a nod, the drake walked from his hoard, his massive cock slowly losing its firmness and swaying with every step. She smiled as she saw a string of his pre whip with every step before breaking and landing on the floor. As he approached them the large double doors opened by his magic and he left the kobold alone in the vast treasury.

She waited until she heard him take flight before letting out a giggle and surveyed the mass of gold and trinkets below her. Leaving her armor on the hoard, she walked through the hoard until she found her dagger. With a loud cascade of metal coins, she brushed off a pile of gems and coins from an old ornate wooden throne and sat down. Reaching with a dainty hand she plucked a tiara from the pile and placed it upon her head before turning sideways in the chair. With her feet and tail draped over one armrest and her head on the other she chuckled.

Balancing the dagger's blade on her finger, she knew that the drake would discover she was a fraud, but only after a few weeks. By then she would have collected her reward and be long gone before Raagna's return.

Leaning back on the throne, she scanned the mass of gold and made a quick note of what she could pocket and what she would need to bury outside the castle to be dug up later. A playful smirk pulled at her lips as she remembered a small gray drake's advice. “Turns out Nuut was right, you can use your imagination to get rid of a dragon."