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*“There you girls are!” Igor shouted, a tone of annoyance in his voice. “The banquet is about to begin in a few minutes and you two are nowhere to be found.” He continued. *

“Well not anymore.” Sophie retorted.

“Ugh, do you know what would happen if you were late?” He said as he placed his hands on his hips, his voice the tone one would use to scold a young child.

“Well, standing here talking isn’t going to help.” Sophie said, gesturing for him to lead on. She liked Igor, he had always been there for her when she was a kid, but he often forgot that she wasn’t one anymore.

Igor pretended to be aghast at Sophie’s attitude.

“Do you use that tone with all of your servants, your highness?” He said, challenging her as he had done many times during her upbringing.

“No Igor, I treat people with the same respect that they treat me.” Sophie responded as she became legitimately annoyed with her father’s servant. “I do not appreciate being spoken to like a child, especially in front of my friend.”

Kresta tried her best not to look awkward as two sets of eyes trained on her.

Igor’s stance relaxed as he sighed, removing his hands from his hips he held them to his side, straightening his posture.

“My apologies, your highness, I shall endeavor to speak more appropriately with you.” He said, standing aside.

As Sophie passed by she patted the old gray-snouted butler on the back, giving him a soft and kind look, a sign that all was forgiven and that he shouldn’t worry, but also to keep her words in mind. Igor remembered the day Sophie was born, how tiny she was and how the others looked down at her with disappointment, something which infuriated him at the time. As the princess had grown, her younger sister had quickly overtaken her in size. Igor recalled the countless times he had supervised playtime with the other children, (her parents had valued exposure to other kids as part of a normal upbringing) only to find Sophie ostracized and alone, she cried when others stronger than her had taken away her toys and how none of the other pups wanted to be her friend. It had crushed the loyal servant to see how his people treat those like her, who are smaller and less able to defend themselves. Their society had always valued strength and prowess, and those that didn’t have it were left behind. A part of the old butler still saw that sad little girl sitting by herself, which sometimes got him into trouble as his instincts forgot that she was in fact a (mostly) grown woman now. She had been like a granddaughter to him, it was he that taught her how to ride a horse and how to fish, string and shoot a bow along with a great many other things. She had always been a keen child, bright and eager to learn. Despite her petite stature, the little girl had always made him proud, even if he stepped on his own tail around her every now and again these days.

The banquet was a lavish affair with succulent roasts of all sorts of meat being brought forth from the palace's kitchen. The meat was paired with tender, buttery and herbal baked potatoes that were complemented with sweet carrots. An assortment of fresh fruits and cheeses were also on offer along with delectable imported olives. Warm, pillowy soft bread topped the meal off as each diner washed their meal down with tankards of ale and sweet mead, and goblets of the dragon’s famous summer red wine which was sweet and fruity with just enough earthy undertones to satisfy the most discerning palate.

Both girls were famished from their earlier activities, Kresta especially so as she hadn’t had much to eat on the final leg of her journey through wolf lands. Each of them piled their plates high with meat and vegetables and filled their cups with drink. Both of their culture’s culinary tastes were on full display, the wolves prepared tender roasts with heavy, comforting and savory flavors while the dragons heavily spiced their meat, covering some dishes in highly flavorful sauce that tingled and enticed Sophie’s tongue. She would have to insist that some of the dishes be prepared for her in the future. Likewise Kresta was savoring the hearty roast and potatoes, the comfort food was just what she needed after her journey. Soon their bellies were full and their heads spinning a bit from the drink as each of them had imbibed their fair share of the alcohol on offer.

“Look at our dads up there.” Kresta said, her voice slightly slurred.

“Oh goodness,” Sophie chuckled at the sight that had been brought to her attention.

The two kings and their wives sat at their own table situated perpendicular to the three large tables laid out down the length of the grand dining hall. It was clear that both men had drunk more than their fair share of ale, mead and wine. Dragon wine was a relatively tame drink which compelled one to guzzle it down in large quantities, causing the alcohol to sneak up when you least expected it so that you suddenly found yourself more drunk than you intended. Likewise the mead crafted from the honey and fruit of the palace gardens contained far more alcohol than its sweet flavor let on. The girls couldn’t hear their fathers over the heavy din of the crowd around them, but they could see clearly that both men had their arms around the others shoulders as they belted out what they surely thought was a flawless rendition of some old song, a tune they no doubt sang with fellow comrades during the war. Their wives, and now daughters watched on as they two drunkenly relived a part of their glory days together again.

The feast lasted well into the night with the kitchens churning out more food and further barrels of drink brought in only to be quickly drained by the crowd, who by now had abandoned their seats and began to dance and take their revelries outside the dining hall and into the reception hall where the music filled the grand corridor after both kings had demanded that the music begin in earnest now that they and everyone else was thoroughly in their cups. It had been some time since Sophie had seen Kresta, the last she saw of her friend she was dancing with some wolf boy who looked to be around their age, though Sophie didn’t recognize him. She could see Kresta treating the boy to the far more sensual way dragons dance as she pressed and ground her butt against him. The look on his face had been priceless as his eyes had bugged out and his hands had gone up in surprise. Though eventually they had settled on her hips as his brain had worked things out for him soon enough.

“Care to dance, miss?”

The voice had come from behind and to the left of Sophie. As she turned away from the sight of her friend she came face to face with another dragon, a handsome male with a deep, vibrant purple hue to his skin. He wore a vest and loose, ballooning pants all of black cloth. The dragon was perhaps a few years older than Sophie and roughly half a head taller.

“Sure! dragon or wolf style?” She asked enthusiastically.

“Dragon, of course.” He said with a sly smile as Sophie gently put her hand in his, spinning herself around to place her bottom against his front.

The rest of the night was more or less a blur as Sophie awoke the next morning, the purple dragon laying naked in the bed next to her. The young she-wolf’s head was pounding and the fur on her back and bottom felt sticky and matted. She remembered dancing with this dragon, who had only later introduced himself as Kareem, son of Duke Alameer, one of the highest ranking in dragon nobility. By the time she had learned his name the two were already naked in her room, she didn’t recall feeling nervous about laying with him, something she undoubtedly would have if she had been sober.

‘At least I woke up in my own room’ Sophie thought to herself, shuddering at the notion of walking back through the quest wing.

“Hey…hey, guy.” She said as she nudged the sleeping dragon awake.

“Whaaa…huh?” The groggy lizard said as he blinked his eyes open.

“Wait…who’s room is this?” He asked, sitting up out of bed as his vision came into focus.

“It's mine of course, you do remember me right?” Sophie asked.

The dragon’s eyes went wide as he saw who he was in bed with.

“Y-your…p-princess Sophie…” He said, his mouth agape as he pointed at her.

“I had no idea it was you, otherwise I’d never…” His comment inadvertently stung Sophie more than he had meant it.

The wolf’s tail naturally lifted as she stretched, clearly showing the shiny stain of dried dragon sperm left behind on her bum from where Kareem had cum on her. The pair didn’t have full on intercourse as Sophie had denied him, instead she let him slide between her thighs and cheeks, ultimately taking his load all over her ass.

“I’m fucked aren’t I?” He asked flatly.

“Of course not! Nothing improper happened.” Sophie answered with a wink and flick of her tail.

‘Gods, one romp in the sauna and I’m turning into Kresta, calm down girl.’ She thought to herself as the old rational Sophie kicked back in.

“It's fine, I’m old enough to make my own decisions about who I share a bed with at this point, so don’t feel bad.” The princess said in a serious tone as she sought to comfort her bedmate.

“Oh good, that makes me feel so much better, I couldn’t live with myself if I thought I…you know…” His voice trailed off.

“But you didn’t, it was mutual and just a bit of harmless fun after the party.” Sophie continued.”

She could hear Kareem breathe a sigh of relief from her words.

“Though, it wouldn’t be a bad idea if you were to find yourself back in your own room before some courtesan finds you in mine.” she added, knowing full well how the rumor and gossip mills worked around the place, though news of her spending the night with any boy at this point might actually win her some approval.

“Ah, right, yes of course…though, where might my clothes be?” Kareem said with a nervous chuckle as he too rose from the bed.

Together the two sorted their respective clothes from the haphazard pile that had been thrown on the floor when they had entered the bed together. They smelled like alcohol and sex, but they covered his shame and would work to get him back to his room. Soon Sophie was ushering him into the secret doorway that led into the service access corridors that wound their way secretly through the palace. It was not the first time someone had used these tunnels to escape prying eyes after spending the night with a princess, and it assuredly would not be the last.

‘Alright, bath time.’

Normally Sophie would wait until her handmaid came to wake her and draw a bath for her, but this morning the young wolf needed to take care of business herself, and so after a long and surprisingly satisfying pee, Sophie drew herself a cool and refreshing bath in the large copper tub nestled against the wall in her private bathroom. As she scrubbed the heady and musty scent of dragon cum out of her fur, the princess mused silently to herself about the way the previous night had unfolded.

‘I can’t believe I actually did that…it's so unlike me.’

It was true that Sophie had never done anything with a boy before, her only experience with males was a few stray kisses in a private spot when she was still a young pup. This was her first true experience with a male.

‘I don’t regret it though, it was fun…I think’

As she lay there in the cool water the memories of what had transpired began to come back to her. Her inexperience had shown as she remembered not knowing what to do with his slit once he’d taken his pants off. She had known that male dragons kept their penis inside until it was time for sex, but she didn’t know how to coax it out of its warm hiding place. But as she stripped naked and the pair let their hands wander over each other’s bodies, their snouts pressed together in a firm kiss, the problem had solved itself. His cock was soft looking, pink and fleshy with a tapered shape. The length of it had small subtle ribs around the circumference that she remembered Kresta describing to her once in a letter, only now she could see them, and feel them in her hand as she touched him.

‘I get why she acts that way now.’ Sophie recalled, an image of her friend flashing in her mind.

Sophie had lay down on the bed on her back, her legs lifted onto Kareem’s shoulders. She’d felt the warm tip of his cock press at her petite lips, the narrow point of it just slipping past her velvet fur when she had stopped him. She had never taken a male inside her before and was still too scared to make the leap.

‘He could have just taken me right there and there’s nothing I could have done about it’ She thought as she remembered how gentlemanly he was with her boundaries.

Still, it wasn’t like either of them had come all this way back to her room for nothing. As the dragon backed away and the gentle pressure against her pussy released itself she had watched as Kareem lowered his head down, spreading her legs with his hands as he treated her tiny slit to its second tonguing of the day. The reptile’s tongue was far different than Vika’s, with the appendage being slick rather than textured, its narrower profile allowing it to slip between her folds with expert precision. Rather than brute forcing an orgasm out of her with desperate lapping, Kareem had coaxed the girl into climax with practiced technique and surgical precision, pressing each button in the perfect order while the whole time he held her legs open, forcing her to receive his pleasure, not that she ever wanted him to stop, but the feeling of being held open while he went down on her had nearly sent the young she-wolf off the bed.

‘Inge is a damn lucky girl if her husband is even half as good as that’ Whether he felt that good simply due to her intoxication or not the young princess knew not, but to her it was irrelevant.

Kareem hadn’t been satisfied with just eating her out however, as after her orgasm he rose once more above to where he had been. This time instead of trying to slide himself into her tunnel, the dragon pushed his smooth, ribbed cock between Sophie’s thighs. She watched as the tip of it poked through the soft leg fur only to disappear again as the dragon began thrusting. There wasn’t much in it for her in terms of pleasure, but she had already gotten hers and now it was Kareem’s turn. In her drunken state it felt as if her body was sinking into the mattress as she lay there, the sensation of being flipped around onto her front jarred her awake out of this trance as the dragon repositioned her.

Now she felt that warm appendage slap against her butt as he set it down with an audible plop. His hands now reached under her hips as he brought her ass up to meet his cock, rather than pressing himself against it. The dragon’s dick slid in Sophie’s buttcrack as he humped away at her, pleasuring himself with her body. While the motion didn’t bring Sophie much pleasure, it at least felt better than the thigh fucking. Like his partner, the drunk dragon didn’t last long as Sophie soon heard his breathing pick up the pace and his humping becoming erratic. At the last moment she felt the heat and pressure of his penis lift off her ass, only to be replaced moments later by the feeling of hot cum landing on her rear. Looking back she saw a rope fly from him as he aimed his cock at her butt, the rope splashing with force right up her crack, with some of the high velocity semen making it up to the base of her tail while yet more slid down her cheeks and the slit of her pussy until it pooled on the matress underneath her and eventually got stuck in her pubic fur. This feeling finally did something for her, as the hot cum running down her pussy sent bolts of pleasure into her brain.

The flow of sperm continued, Kareem’s hips jolting forward with each rope he shot all over the wolf’s ass. Her cheeks were veritable sweet buns at this point, covered in a thick white glazing as the last of the dragon’s seed finally landed, one conclusive jolt sending the little stream over her bottom and landing in a single stripe up her back. Kareem exhaled deeply, the dragon fully spent as he slouched and lay down next to Sophie. She was also giving in to the drowsiness from the booze as the cum on her butt began to cool and dry into the sticky mess that she was now cleaning.

“Sophieeeeee” a motherly voice called out from the entrance. “Where are youuuuu.” It was undoubtedly her handmaid, there to get her ready for the day.

“In here, Hanah, I drew my own bath this morning.” Sophie called out to the older woman.

“Ah, so you have.” She said as she entered the bathroom. “So, who was the lucky boy?” Hanah asked in a slightly sarcastic but excited tone.

“Whatever do you mean?” Sophie retorted in a half-baked attempt to throw her handmaid off.

“Oh Sophie..” Hanah was the only servant who ever called her by her first name. “I served your older sister, and I have a pup of my own, I know what the room smells like the morning after.” She said, her face beaming.

Sophie blushed in her tub, she knew that Hanah would probably figure it out, if anything then when she went to change the sheets.

Hanah sat down on one of the stools in the bathroom as she began to lay out her grooming supplies.

“Was he a wolf or a dragon?” The servant pressed further, her tone gentle.

“Dragon…” Sophie answered meekly, sinking back into the bath.

“Oh, I see. Well, was it good at least.”

“Hanah!” Sophie cried.

“What? I just want to make sure you enjoyed yourself, or enjoyed him rather.” She said with a chuckle.

Sophie continued to sulk in embarrassment.

“Well I won’t press you any more,” Hanah said, relenting. “But was he good to you at least, treated you right?”

“Yes, he treated me very well, he was a proper gentleman, and we didn’t even do..you know…it.” Sophie answered, her voice flat and heavy as she intentionally signaled with her body that she wanted the conversation to be over.

“Well that's good, but my nose doesn’t lie, I can tell.” Hanah replied in a playful tone.

Sophie sighed as she realized that she wasn’t going to get out of it, and that Hanah in fact, WAS going to press more.

“Yes, we did do something, but he didn’t actually…you know, go in or anything.” Sophie sulked and lowered her voice as she spoke the last words of her sentence.

“Ah I see, so that’s why you prepared your own bath this morning is it?” Hanah said with a smile. “Awfully tricky stuff to get out of the fur.” The older wolf said, the worlds were almost under her breath, no doubt triggered by her experience cleaning it out of not only her fur, but Sophie’s sister’s too.

“Here, let me see.” The handmaid said as she gestured for Sophie to stand up out of the water.

It was standard for her to help the princess bathe, it was only now that her ass was covered in dried cum that the girl was embarrassed about it. Her own attempt at cleaning herself hadn’t been totally successful as her fur remained stuck together and shiny in some places. Hanah had a better view from behind and as she lathered up her sponge and set to work the experienced servant hummed an old folk song to herself as she went, notably the currently un-sung lyrics of the song described the adventures of two forbidden lovers.

“Do you think he’s husband material?” Hanah asked as she placed the sponge on Sophie’s butt.

Hanah couldn’t help herself as she began lathering up the princess’ butt.

“UGH! You're worse than my mother!” Sophie exclaimed as her tail rose on its own from the sudden outburst.

The experienced servant merely chuckled to herself, she knew how the girl would react to that question and used the new access to her bottom to clean the underside of the princess’ tail where some stray shots had landed. Now that her lower half was clean and her fur full of bubbles Hanah helped Sophie rinse herself off before she exited the tub, sitting on a stool in front of her handmaid that had been prepared with a towel for her. Sophie’s fur was brushed meticulously as the scented fur oil was applied once more to keep her pelt shiny and beautiful, and also pleasant on the nose.

“I’m sure lots of those dragon boys had their eyes on you at the party last night, I bet they were so jealous of the lucky guy.” Hanah said as she brushed Sophie’s fur dry and dropped in some oil.

“I’m not sure…it was kind of an impromptu thing with him, everyone was dancing and well…” Sophie trailed off as she recalled the night's events.

“Hmm! The amount of marriages, or babies, that result from what started as a simple dance, you’d be surprised.” The servant continued. “I hear dragons aren’t as concerned with size and prowess, especially in girls.”

Sophie couldn’t see it, but she could feel the wink and the nod in Hanah’s voice from behind her.

“I don’t know Hanah…it was fun, yes, but I don’t know if a dragon is the right choice for me.”

“And why is that, you’d be able to spend more time with your friend, that nice girl from their court.”

“Kresta, yes. But I don’t think I’d fit in with their culture and way of life.”

“But you get along with Kresta right?” Hanah inquired further.

“Yes, of course, but their people, their men especially, are rather…energetic.” Sophie blushed as she spoke.

“I see, you want more calm in your life.”

“Exactly, I don’t think I could match the energy of a dragon, especially long term like that.” Sophie continued, pondering what life would look like with one of them as her husband.

The dragons preferred a higher tempo to their life, engaging in seemingly endless festivals and tournaments packed with games and revelry. Sophie enjoyed these things too, but in much smaller doses than what the average dragon experienced. It was enough for her to spend an evening walking through the gardens or exploring the vast woods of the royal estate whereas a dragon would enjoy an evening of feasting and drinking as they watched jousting tournaments and feats of strength and combat.

As Sophie sat there on the towel she wondered how her dear younger sister would fare in this environment. She knew that Inge, unlike herself, felt more oppressed than anything in the environment she currently lived in. There was a spark in that girl’s eyes that yearned for adventure and fun, a spark that was all too often snuffed out by the heavy atmosphere of life in the wolf court. It was an atmosphere that Sophie could blend in with, disappear into. Her older sister Heidi could rise above it, conquer and lead it with a firm but fair hand. But poor Inge was crushed beneath it, overburdened by the heavy weight of expectations. Her move into the dragon court would lift this weight and allow the girl to spread her wings more than she ever could in her home court. Plus from what Sophie could tell, Inge’s future husband was a rather quiet and reserved boy, at least by dragon standards.

“I could see you ending up with a nice wolf boy, someone who can care for you, someone reserved and intelligent.” Hanah spoke as she finished brushing Sophie’s tail.

“You’ll need a trim soon dearie.” the handmaid added, bringing the conversation back to the task at hand as Sophie spun around to face her.

It was a part of Hanah’s duties as handmaid to the princess to make sure that Sophie’s fur was properly trimmed as well as brushed. A wolf’s tail could become rather unruly looking if the fur wasn’t maintained just right, especially as the seasons changed. Areas that often needed attention besides the tail were the hips, glutes, below the belly button, between the breasts, ears and cheeks, elbows and behind the calves, as each of these places would grow tufts of fur that on a lady were deemed unsightly. Many women didn’t bother trimming the belly as their husbands liked the resulting pubic tuft that they claimed made their wives look more natural. Sophie had tried to grow this and her butt tufts out at one point, though Hanah had trimmed them anyway, saying that it was improper.

“We can do that before the wedding.” The princess replied.

Just then there was a sharp knock at the door, three raps that indicated someone was requesting entry to Sophie’s room.

“Should I see who it is dear?” Hanah asked.

“Umm, sure I suppose.” Sophie replied confused as nobody had ever knocked on her door in the morning like this.

Hanah rose from her spot and went to see who their mystery caller was while Sophie’s mind raced with thoughts of the caller’s identity. Was it one of her parents coming to scold her for her actions the previous night? Was Kareem coming back for whatever reason, maybe Kresta for some even more mysterious cause? Her heart raced as she silently prayed that it was not one or both of her parents coming to tell her off for her promiscuity, she knew that her father would not approve of her taking a boy back to her bedroom. The answer arrived in short order, putting a quick end to the princess’ anxiety.

“Ma’am…It's the royal wedding planner. She says she has important business with you!” Hanah called back from the entrance, her voice switching back to a more formal tone now.

“Right, just let me get dressed!” Sophie called back.

Quickly the princess slipped into a waist length shirt with long sleeves. It was a white and plain garment that she normally reserved for sleeping in or wearing something over. She also pulled a pair of tight black shorts over her legs, they didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it was all she felt like grabbing in such short notice.

“Okay! Send her in.” Sophie spoke as she fluffed up her still damp hair.

“Ah, good morning your majesty!” the maroon dragon spoke in a well-mannered and formal tone, Sophie could tell that she was around her mother’s age, undoubtedly a seasoned veteran of dealing with royals and nobles.

“Good morning, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure yet.” Sophie replied as she switched on her formal political voice.

“Oh, the pleasure is mine ma’am, my name is Qeela, I’m serving as the royal wedding planner on behalf of King Krenin and your father, it is nice to finally make your acquaintance.” The middle aged dragon said as she shook the young princess’ hand.

“I have some important business to discuss with you about the wedding before today’s rehearsal, unfortunately there was no time yesterday to brief you.”

“I see, well no time like the present.” Sophie replied.

“Indeed.”

Sophie noticed that the woman was carrying with her two large scrolls as well as a number of white boxes with two being flat and long while the other two were square. Sophie recognized the packages as similar to those of the one her dress had come in.

“May I?” Qeela said, gesturing to the bed.

“Oh, please.” Sophie responded as she moved over in that direction.

Sophie flattened out the duvet to provide a flat surface, and to hide the still evident cum stains left behind on the fabric of her sheets underneath all the while praying that the scent of the soap and fur oil was enough to mask the musty scent of the semen. If Qeela noticed then she said nothing as she wasted no time in setting down her things, rolling open one of the scrolls across the mattress.

“Now, this will be a unique ceremony as the two families have decided to combine both wolf and dragon traditions.” She continued. “We will still keep the arrangement that is known to your people, with the two parties sitting on either side of an aisle with the bride and groom in front of them, though as you can see they will be flanked by their immediate families, you, in more of an accordance with our tradition.”

Qeela pointed to the spot on the paper marked with Sophie’s name, placed at the far end of her family as she was now the last in line as her younger sister stood at the head of the long aisle on her special day.

“However, in further keeping with dragon tradition the ceremony will be shorter than what wolves are perhaps used to.” She said, looking up at Sophie to confirm that the girl understood.

Sophie remembered Heidi’s wedding, how badly her feet and back hurt after standing in one place for nearly two hours while all the tedious traditions were observed.

“You have no complaints from me there.” Sophie replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Qeela smiled slightly to acknowledge the comment before continuing.

“The greatest change that you may not be used to comes after the wedding however.”

Sophie’s ears picked up as she listened to the dragon speak, she hadn’t expected there to be anything after the wedding except a similarly festive reception to the party they had just thrown the night before.

“As you know, in a wolf wedding it is tradition for the bride and groom to consummate their marriage that night in the privacy of their room.” Qeela’s voice was now dead serious.

Sophie’s attention was now fully caught by the mention of such an intimate ritual, her curiosity rose as her brain tried to anticipate what the red dragon would say next.

“In a dragon wedding, the consummation takes place immediately after the ceremony, right there…in front of everyone.”

The young wolf blushed at the notion of such a thing happening in front of her and her parents, not to mention the hundreds of guests in attendance.

“Oh…I see, will that be…” Her voice trailed off.

“Decidedly not, your father wouldn’t have it.” Qeela said matter of factly.

“However, there is one tradition that our King has insisted be performed, one that would nullify a marriage according to our laws if not observed.”

“Which tradition is this?” Sophie was genuinely confused now.

“That when two families are brought together, the entirety of the unwed members of both families must consummate the wedding as well as the bride and groom.”

“WHAT?” Sophie yelped, and took a step back from the shock of what had just been said.

“Only the unwed members of course, which in this case applies to you.” Qeela repeated.

“What are you saying?”

“Well ma’am, I’m saying that you will be paired up with a member of Prince Elam’s family, and together you will assist in consummating the binding together of your family to his.”

Sophie remained stunned, she had never heard of such a thing before. Kresta had never mentioned it, though now she understood why her friend was so excited to be invited to weddings.

“S-so, who will I be…” she stuttered, struggling to get the words out

“Ah yes, I have the list right here.” Qeela paid no mind to Sophie’s distress as she unfurled the second scroll.

Written upon the parchment were two columns of names, Sophie recognized one column as being those of her various cousins that would be in attendance, she gathered that the other column held Elam’s cousins.

“Right here, I have you set up with Jakaht, a fine young lad of about your age, twenty I believe. I figured he would be a good match for you since he is also young, and on the smaller side, if you take my meaning.” Sophie didn’t.

The princess gulped as she finally began to accept her fate. If it meant that much to Krenin then it undoubtedly would mean just as much to her father, meaning that there was absolutely no chance of talking her way out of it. Though as the initial surprise faded, Sophie felt herself more and more at ease with the notion, especially considering the night she’d just had. Qeela continued speaking, describing Jakaht’s family, the power and influence they held and several other things, though by now she had totally tuned to older dragon out as she continued to observe the other names on the list, noting her male and female cousins and the list of unfamiliar names they were to be paired up with. Each name held a small symbol next to it denoting their sex, which caused Sophie to notice something peculiar.

“Umm, Qeela?” Sophie asked, interrupting the woman’s monologue.

“Yes, your highness?”

“There aren’t an even number of boys and girls on this list.”

“No, indeed there are not. A couple of your male cousins have had to be paired together with male dragons since there aren’t enough girls on our side either.”

“Is that…proper?” Sohpie asked, her amusement building, replacing her shock and trepidation.

“Why yes of course, by our tradition anyway. But your King has signed off on these plans regardless.”

“I see, and do these boys know yet?”

“If they don’t then they will by the end of the morning.” Qeela replied with a hint of glee in her voice.

Sophie stifled a laugh at the thought of what their faces would look like after being told of this.

“And how do you know that they’ll…you know, perform?”

Qeela smirked as she listened to Sophie’s question.

“I don’t think any of them want to be the one responsible for derailing a royal wedding, we’ve been instructed to inform them that there will be severe consequences if they fail to perform their consummation duties after the ceremony.” the dragon replied, the smirk still evident on her face.

Sophie continued to chuckle under her breath, she could hear Hanah similarly try and fail to contain her amusement at the situation.

“And how will they determine who gets to…well, receive.” the princess asked as she covered her hand with her mouth in a vain attempt to hide her giggling.

“It is tradition that in the case of male pairings that those of the bride's family will receive the other male.” Qeela replied, abandoning any attempt at hiding her enjoyment.

Sophie couldn’t hold herself back any longer either as she burst out laughing, Hanah too could not refrain from chuckling to herself as she began to prepare Sophie’s outfit for the day.

“I see” Sophie said as she finally contained her laughter. “Is there more business to attend to?” The princess continued as she fully regained her composure.

“Indeed ma’am, I have some things for you, gifts courtesy of Jakhatt and his family.”

Qeela opened the long flat box, revealing a set of expertly crafted lingerie. The intimate garments were made of a nearly transparent dark cloth with intricate bright red lace covering the entire surface so that it appeared to be floating in shadow. It was obvious that they had been designed to blend in with her dark fur so that the lace appeared as a part of her body. The bottoms were also crotchless with a string of marvelous looking black pearls connecting the front and back of the opening. The string was clearly designed to rest perfectly in the slit of Sophie’s pussy, a fact that caused the girl to blush as they were presented to her. The top was likewise transparent, the triangular shaped breast pieces looked like they were the perfect size to cover her petite bosom.

“The top is designed to give a bit of lift to your breasts too.” Qeela stated, pushing her hands up on a pair of imaginary tits as Sophie beheld the delicate lingerie.

“I am to wear this under the dress at the wedding?” Sophie asked.

“Indeed ma’am, is that a problem?” the dragon replied

“No no, they’re beautiful, I just don’t own anything like this.”

“There’s more here.” Qeela said as she brought forth the three other smaller boxes.

The second box was smaller than the first and opened to reveal more lace work, this time a pair of delicate looking fingerless gloves made of the same fantastically intricate lace as her dress, with the same thin red and gold thread that gave the floral pattern its fractal beauty. Sophie beheld the intricate detail in awe, there were lovely flowers and leaves atop the dark fabric that made up the structural background. She even spotted a small bunny hidden next to a rose flower, the fur pattern accented with shiny platinum, contrasting the gold.

“These are from the same maker as the dress and the underclothes. Jakhat thought it wise to order from the same seamstress now that she has your measurements. She can craft you any number of garments from the hundreds of patterns that she has on hand if you would so wish to place an order in the future. As I understand it, it is the same maker that supplies princess Kresta with her intimate wear.” Qeela said as she lifted the elbow length gloves from their resting place in the box.

The next box revealed what Sophie initially thought was a wide bracelet, only for her to be informed by the older dragon that the band was in fact for her tail. It was made of gold and accented with flawless rubies, though the piece was not so saturated as the necklace. The band was nearly as wide as Sophie’s palm and draped over it when she picked it up. The design was beautiful and intricate, flowers and vines with ruby fruit linked together with small chains that allowed the pattern to wrap around a wearer's tail. The centerpiece however was a magnificent bright red spinel carved in the shape of a rose, the three dimensional petals were expertly shaped, their intricacy accurately matching the real life flower. It was smaller than a real rose of course, only a few inches wide, but the craftsmanship of the gem was more than captivating. The entire thing was a testament to the dragon's considerable crafting ability.

Next were a pair of slippers crafted from shiny black silk, Sophie had expected these, as when the measurements for her dress had been taken they had also marked her paws for some new shoes to go with it. As she now beheld the new footwear Sophie noted the quality of their workmanship, and that the small bows that sat in the place of shoelaces were each accented with a pair of large and identical black pearls.

“The shoes are courtesy of princess Theia and were meant to accompany the dress, but unfortunately there was a delay as one of the pearls was deemed unsuitable for a royal wedding, the rest of the items have been sent by Jakhat and his family”

Sophie recognized the name as belonging to the wife of Kresta’s older brother, Prince Felnor, who was destined to ascend the dragon throne after his father. It had been Theia that had organized the outfits for Sophie and Heidi while her mother in law, Queen Orema, had personally overseen Inge’s outfit.

“Now, this final item concerns a rather delicate matter…but I’m told that Jakhat ordered it personally…” There was a definite tone of trepidation as Qeela opened the last parcel.

“I see, is this also from the same maker as the dress and the intimates?” Sophie asked.

“No ma’am, most decidedly not, this item comes from craftsmen geared towards more…sensitive forms of personal expression.” Qeela chose her words carefully as she spoke.

“Alright then, let's see it.” Sophie said, her formal tone masking her trepidation.

As the lid opened it revealed something which Sophie did not even recognize. It was an item once more crafted of luminous yellow gold, it looked somewhat like an acorn, round but pointed on one end except where the cap and stem should be there was a post connected to a round disk that on the reverse side held a large star ruby, the unique internal structure of the gem catching the light and projecting a six pointed pattern across the deep red but more opaque surface of the stone.

“Pardon me Qeela, but what is this?.” Sophie said as she held it up, the bulb of gold was roughly the size of a small walnut and its weight made it clear that it was solid.

“Now, this is the delicate matter that I had spoken of ma’am, but you see, it has recently become the fashion in our court for young women such as yourself to decorate their um…backsides, with gems. So this is…well, for your bottom.” Qeela made a motion with her thumb, pointing up towards the ceiling.

The purpose of the item suddenly dawned on Sophie as she held the heavy gold plug in her hand.

“This goes up my ass?” She asked incredulously, forgetting her practiced royal decorum.

“Well…not to put too fine a point on in ma’am, but yes, that is where it goes. Don’t worry, ample lubrication and assistance will be supplied.” Qeela said in a worried tone as she tried to calm the princess.

“And this is something that he requested personally?” Sophie inquired, her tone was now slightly annoyed.

“Yes, like I said, he ordered it personally for you.” There was an awkward silence as Sophie pondered the sex toy and Qeela nervously awaited the princess’s reply. “It is the latest fashion.” She added, desperate to hear something from the wolf.

Sophie set the gold buttplug back down in its box, closing the lid.

“Well, I don’t understand it, but I won’t disappoint him.” Sophie said with a sigh.

“Thank you, your highness.” Qeela said with a sigh, obviously relieved at Sophie’s acceptance.

There was another pause as both sides waited for the other to continue, it was Sophie who broke the building silence.

“Do I get to keep all this stuff?” She said, making swirling motions around the boxes with her finger.

“Why yes, of course, they’re gifts.” the dark red dragon stated with a nod as she collected her scrolls.

Once more silence descended on the room, and this time it was Qeela who broke it

“Well, that's all the business that I have today, thank you for the time, your highness.” Qeela bowed as she spoke, a note of awkwardness in her voice.

“Of course, thank you for the work you’ve put in for my sister.” Sophie nodded her head in respect to the dragon.

Qeela returned the gesture as she left the room, closing the door gingerly behind her as she exited, the moment the door latched behind her, Sophie could hear her handmaid giggling to herself.

“What?” Sophie asked, turning to Hanah who had by now laid out a new outfit for the princess.

“Oh nothing dearie, nothing at all.” She replied, it was clear that she was holding back laughter.

“Not a word about this” Sophie said, holding up her new anal accessory.

“Of course not, I would never do such a thing.” Hanah replied, her voice as sweet as honey. “Dragons, I swear...” the experienced maid whispered under her breath.

“Never thought I’d get tired of seeing bloody rubies.” The princess said in response.