FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Hello Everyon, I wrote this as I was struggling to find enough content for then non-anthro type of dragons. Please enjoy :)

---

Karlian paced into large throne-room like building with as much grace and confidence as she could muster. Starlight purple scales glittered in the stream of sunlight shining down from windows at the roof. Her forepaws clicked against the ground with poise and purpose, while her long tail was raised slightly from the ground to prevent dragging. Her wings were held loosely against her side in practiced relaxation.

Inside however, her heart was thumping, and her stomach was twisting nervously. It was her first time doing something like this, even if she had practiced and studied it extensively. She knew confidence was key. She couldn’t show her fear, or her nervousness, or any emotion really. Only calm, cold confidence.

The focus of her nervousness was in front of her. There were four dragons. The first was a red, lengthy looking male with perfect scales that faded into a dappled yellow at the front. He stood to the side, his head bowed, and eyes lowered with respectful elegance. Next to him was a cyan female, with similarly perfect scales that faded into white at her underbelly. Her head was similarly bowed.

It was the other two that held much further focus, however. They sat on a raised platform, staring down at Karlian as she approached. On the left was a beautiful white dragoness with polished scales and startling blue eyes that seemed to piece right through her. The other was a massive ashen grey male, full metre or two larger than any of the other dragons there. His presence seemed to shroud all others, and his gaze bore into her, daring her to look away. She nearly did, but all her training forced her to keep their eyes locked with hers, and her gait remained steady.

“Queen Karlian, welcome to Ocean Side city,” The grey male said with a smile.

Karlian dipped her head in a slight bow, the respectful amount for two rulers greeting each other, “King Dashen, Queen Youla, thank you for having me here.”

The two monarchs also inclined their head the respectful amount, before sitting back down on their haunches, each of their wings opened slightly to make them seem bigger on their raised platform. Taking the invitation, Karlian took a similar position on the ground below. It bothered her slightly that, as they were, the other two monarchs seemed so much more imposing. Both were already bigger in size than her, but with them also on the raised platform made her feel so small. But she refused to let that get to her.

As the monarchs sat down, the other two dragons raised their heads from their bow and took a small step back. Karlian sent them a side glance, wondering who they were and why they were allowed into this private meeting between monarchs.

“I hope your journey here was uneventful,” Queen Youla said, her voice just as elegant as her appearance.

“It was,” Karlian responded easily, “I believe some un-tribed dragons were seen hanging around the border, but they did not cause us any issue.

“That is a relief,” Youla said with a smile, “Once our alliance is solidified, we will be more than happy to send some warriors out to deal with them.”

Karlian matched the smile, “That would be very helpful. Thank you. Regarding the alliance with the twelve tribes and my kingdom of Datia, I know the actual discussion and decision will be reached on during the meeting of the twelve tribes in two weeks, but I was hoping that we would be able to have some discussions on what is… expected of our kingdom within this alliance.”

Karlian glanced at the two other dragons who had yet to speak, trying to send a subtle hint that she would rather any political discussion be done away from the prying ears of what could only be servants.

Dashen noticed her looked, and smiled himself, “Of course. That is much of the reason I asked you to be here two weeks early. There is much to discuss and much you will need to consider before saying yes. Rest assured that I hope to provide you with a beneficial arrangement. Oh, and where are my manners. These two here are some of my mate’s and my favourite servants. They are my gift to you, to act as advisors, guides, and for personal use while you are here. Please introduce yourselves.”

“My name is Therral,” the red said with another bow, “At your service your majesty.”

“And I am Shion,” the cyan continued, “Your majesty.”

“Oh,” Karlian blinked at the rather startling turn of events, “I am pleased to meet you both. Aah… your majesties I thank you for the… gift. However, I have never needed servants in my homeland, I am not in need of…”

“Oh, we insist,” the white queen interrupted, “Even if it’s only for questions. I have heard that this is your first time travelling, and should you want to explore the city it will be useful to have someone there to help. The two of them also oversee the meeting of the twelve tribes and will be useful to you in the case of any more questions you may wish to ask over the coming weeks.”

Karlian narrowed her eyes a little, but she couldn’t deny that it would be useful to have someone around with knowledge of the area, “Well, then I would be happy to have them.”

“That is good,” King Dashen said, “Now, that is all the introductions, I’m assuming you want to go over meeting of twelve tribes, hopefully soon to be thirteen, and ask any questions.”

“Yes, please,” Karlian responded.

“Good! I was happy when I received your message requesting this alliance. I know your parents, rest their souls, were rather stubborn when it came to allying themselves with the greater world,” Dashen said.

Karlian restrained a growl at the mention of her parents. She had been expecting it, but it still hurt. Both had died in the most recent war between the kingdom of Datia and one of the neighbouring human kingdoms. It had been a horrible war; one they were not prepared for. They won, but it left their kingdom in shambles, with a new ruler who was hardly ready to take care of a war-torn kingdom. She had tried her best amidst her sorrow and inexperience, but it grew too difficult. She needed help and had made the difficult decision to reach out to the twelve-tribe alliance of dragons for help. It was an alliance that her parents had hated for reasons she never understood.

“I understand that there were some… difficulties between yourselves and the previous king and queen,” Karlian began, “I hope that you will not take that into consideration through our talks.”

Dashen snorted in indignation, “We would never. We have been waiting for the kingdom of Datia to join us for a long time and hope to make this as easy as possible for you. I know you are looking for relief and help from your most recent war, and we would be happy to offer everything you need to provide relief for your citizens.”

“That is… good,” Karlian was surprised he was being so generous so quickly, “But as I am sure you are aware… I am anxious about joining such a powerful alliance with my kingdom being in its current state. What do you expect of us?”

Dashen seemed to think for a moment, “If you are worried about us taking your power away, don’t be. Every kingdom within the twelve, or thirteen now if you would allow me to be presumptuous, is governed however their own ruling company would like. We only request free trade between borders and access to native resources at reasonable prices, as well as help should any of the kingdoms go war. Whether that by financially or with warriors, it doesn’t matter. That is the base aspect.”

It was a steep price, especially while her kingdom was recovering, but it was far from unfair, especially with how much she was asking for. She nodded her gratitude.

“Now,” Dashen continued, “In order to officially join the alliance you will need to participate in the meeting of the thirteen tribes, of course. If you would like to, I will go through with what to expect now. Though I know you must be tired after your journey. If you like we can meet with each other in the morning to continue?”

Karlian shook her head, “No, that is okay. We may as well go through it now.”

The grey king grinned, “Very well. The meeting is an entire day affair. It starts as the sun rises and ends as the sun rises the next day.”

Karlian tilted her head, a little confused at that. Her own meetings with her inner circle only lasted a couple of hours or so. Though she suspected a meeting between thirteen tribal leaders was rather high stakes. She made a mental note to prepare for a night of no sleep.

“I will start the meeting by introducing yourself and inviting you to join with us. A formality you must understand. As the new tribe joining, there will be many questions on what you expect as part of the alliance, what you want, and what they want of you. This is the negotiation stage. It will last a while. You are free to say no to anything they want from your kingdom, and they are also free to deny you anything. At the end of this, the twelve will vote if they want you to join or not. Do not be afraid of them denying you. It is a majority vote, and as long as you are not asking for a crown it is rather easy to convince them,” Dashen chuckled, “From there we will continue the discussion similarly with the other tribes. Each tribe will have a chance to speak and say their part. If there are any decisions that affect all of us, such as starting a war, we will vote, majority wins.”

“Will I be able to vote?” Karlian asked, “As a new tribe?”

“Of course. By that point you will be officially part of the alliance and will have as much of a say as any of us. At the end of the discussion, I will close the discussions. Our servants will bring out food for us to eat, then we will engage in the Carnal Signing,” Dashen’s eyes twinkled.

Karlian hesitated, “Carnal… signing?” She didn’t mis the subtle smirks the king and queen sent at each other.

“To put it simply, rather than signing with the usual talon prints, we sign with our bodies. That evening we will give ourselves to the other leaders, and mate in glorious passion until the rising of the sun,” He let out a rumbling sigh of eagerness.

The purple dragoness froze. She blinked, not quite understanding, “You… mate with the other kings and queens?”

“That is correct. It is a wonderful way to end the meetings, in my opinion. The others agree. A perfect sign off.”

She felt her heartbeat going faster, “And as part of this alliance… you expect me to do the same?”

“Of course.”

Karlian forgot all about etiquette for a moment and stared aghast at the king and queen. She didn’t even know what to think. She had heard the rumours of how… open the ocean kingdom was in regard to carnal activities. She had heard everything about the wild parties and the carnal district at the eastern side. But never could she have expected that it would also be incorporated into their political schemes.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts for the moment, “Well… I appreciate the offer. I don’t think I will be joining with that aspect of the… meeting.”

Youla chuckled, “Oh… you poor thing. Did your parents not warn you of what an alliance with us would require? It is not something that you can merely bow out of. It is a signing of the meeting after all. You not going through with it would make everything else within the meeting moot on your point.”

The purple queen growled at that, “Why on earth would you implement something like that?! Surely you have had other rulers decline this?”

Dashen shrugged, not at all perturbed by her attitude, “Of course we have. But then they are not part of an alliance.”

Karlian felt fury run through her. The fact that they would demand this. The fact that they had the power to demand this… it made her feel sick. To debase herself in front of all these other kings and queens for an alliance felt utterly wrong.

“Must it be demanded? Surely there must be some other way. I could… accept one your sons as a mate… or offer some riches from my family’s hoard… or… something…” She said, rambling things she had disliked the idea of, but had been mentally prepared for in the aspect of securing the alliance.

Dashen sighed, “I see you are… struggling with this idea. I have found that doing this is a much… stronger way of solidifying inter-national relations. It is rather difficult to be angry at someone when they have been under your tail and sent you into the throws of an orgasm with nothing but their tongue.”

The young queen felt herself flush at the vulgar, matter-of-fact language, “But… I…”

“Its also so much easier this way,” Youla said, “There is no dissatisfied citizens, no unsatisfactory mateships. No forcing of children. Just connection through mating.”

“And think about what it would mean for your country. No untested rulers coming to rule them. You will still have that sole privilege. All that is required is to join in on our yearly meetings,” Dashen rumbled.

Their points hit her hard. She couldn’t deny the logic behind it. But it still made her sick to her stomach. To ask a prideful ruler to raise her tail for a bunch of strangers… it was asking far too much. It didn’t help that her life had made it difficult to engage in those activities. Never had there been another dragon that she had allowed to touch her in that way. She gulped.

Dashen sighed, “If you like… you can take some time to decide. The meeting is still two whole weeks away. We will not force you to engage in this alliance.”

‘Won’t force me. Hah! I don’t have much choice if I want my kingdom to survive,’ she thought mentally, but outwardly she forced herself to calm down, “Yes… let me consider my options. When is the deadline for this decision?”

“Two weeks. You can decline the day of if you lose your nerve. But after that it will be a year before you will get another chance to secure this help,” The grey king said with finalism, “Shion, Therral, why not take her majesty to her designated suite. If you need to talk to me, let either of them know. They will be staying nearby.”

Karlian nodded her head, still trying to comprehend what was being asked for her, “O… of course. Thank you… your majesties.”

She bowed her head, a little too low but she didn’t care in that instance and followed the two servants out of the room. Her travel entourage fell in around her. She had a dozen warrior guards. Strong dragons who had trained in combat since they were hatchlings. As well as one of her advisors. A young male with yellow scales named Lyon. They had never been close, but he was smart for his age, and they got along well enough.

“How did the meeting go?” he asked as they began to walk, following the two servants.

“Well enough,” She half mumbled, not yet willing to reveal to her advisor what they had asked of her. She had no idea how he would react. What if he asked her to do it? What if he told her not to?

“That’s good,” he fell into step beside her, holding his wings close to his body.

They fell into silence as they walked. The hallways went by in a blur. All large and grand pictures on the walls and amazing sculptures. Karlian didn’t bother looking at any of them, too deep in her mental hesitations to really pay attention. Lyon had noticed her absent gaze as they walked, and tried to engage her in conversation, but her one-word answers silenced him.

They reached a T junction in the castle.

“Your majesty, if you follow me, I will take you to your resting place,” Therral said with a bow, “Shion will take the rest of you to your quarters.”

“Oh… we won’t be near each other?” Lyon said, confused.

“It’s okay Lyon,” Karlian said, “Everyone have the rest of the evening off… I need to think.”

Lyon frowned, “Your majesty… I must insist that you keep at least four warriors with you.”

She sighed, glaring at the yellow dragon. He stared stubbornly back.

“Two. They stay outside,” she said.

“Two then,” the yellow dragon rumbled, a little too triumphantly.

She snorted, pointing at two of the guards. Two burly males. One green, one red. They stood tall and at attention. Their wings held tightly, tail and legs straight and uniform. They marched behind her and Therral as he led her up to her temporary nest. Eventually the red dragon came to a stop at a doorway.

She was constantly surprised at how advanced this place was compared to her kingdom. Most dragons there lived in caves, and their main ‘city’ was a large hollow mountain. Here it was proper civilisation, like what humans had.

Therral pushed the door open with his snout, walking inside. She followed behind. What she found left her in shock. It was one of the most luxurious places she had ever seen. There were massive windows overlooking the city and the ocean. Dragons flying outside, and the massive buildings all over, designed with dragons in mind.

There was a soft pillow nest on one side, and what looked like an empty pond on the other. The floor was soft and spongy. It felt as though she could lie on it and be comfortable. There was also a platter of differently cooked meats waiting on a raised table of stone. The smell made her stomach rumble.

“This is amazing,” she said, momentarily forgetting her trepidations about the most recent discussion.

Therral chuckled, “That it is. Feel free to eat in here tonight. Tomorrow there will be a proper dinner with you, your advisor, and the royal family.”

“Thank you,” she nodded her head at the red dragon.

He walked over to one side of the door, which had a bunch of round protrusions coming out of it.

“If you need to call anyone, use these buttons here. This one here is the one to call me, this is to call Shion. This one for food. This one notifies your advisor Lyon’s room. This one is to darken the windows. This one for emergencies,” He gestured to each button in order, making sure she understood each one, “Oh, and this here locks the door. But if there are no other questions, your highness, I will leave you here.”

“Thank you Therral,” she said, watching as the handsome red dragon disappeared through the door.

She sighed softly, looking toward the meat platter. She decided to let her hunger get the better of her and began to eat. Again, well cooked food was not something she had really had before. Most of the food she had eaten was raw, though she had tried cooked delicacies before. This was amazing… better than anything she had ever eaten before. She wolfed it down in a very inelegant way.

Afterward she went over to the empty pond. She studied it for a moment, before recognising two more buttons on the other side. She pressed one of them and murmured in wonder as hot steaming water began to fill up the pond, being pushed up through a hole in the bottom. She wondered how all of this was possible. Once it was full, she had a moment of panic as she tried to figure out how to stop the water rising, but it seemed to do so automatically. With a smile, she stepped into the hot water. It was nearly boiling, just how she liked it. A hiss of pleasure escapes her as she sat inside, resting her chin on one corner as she looked out of the window.

For several minutes she allowed herself to relax in the boiling water, while watching dragons fly around in the city. The evening sun was setting over the ocean, sending brilliant golden light over everything. It was almost as though the troubles of the world disappeared. But as her mind relaxed and began to wonder, it wasn’t long before her thoughts returned to the issue at hand. She felt her anger begin to return, her nervousness, her confusion, and shockingly a rather excited anticipation. She didn’t know where that came from.

She remained still but began to go through the conversation again. The points Dashen had made. The advantages to her kingdom. The thought of having another dragon… enter her. She flushed at the thought, shuffling in the water uncomfortably. She had often wondered what it would feel like… but to have her fast time be a part of an orgy of the most powerful dragons in the world… it was an incredibly uncomfortable thought. It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to do it, she didn’t know if she was mentally capable of it. And what if she got gravid from the experience? Her heat wasn’t for another couple of months now, but there was still a slight chance.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, contemplating. The sun had gone down. The water she was laying in began to turn lukewarm. Soft lights lit up the inside of her temporary home. Eventually though, she got up from her bath and stepped onto the spongy ground. She was rather surprised to see that any water that dripped off her body was immediately absorbed. With a grin she shook herself out, then let a flame escape her mouth to dry out the rest of her body.

She then sat on near the window, starring for several minutes before with a frustrated sigh she made her decision. She stomped over to the buttons on the wall and pressed the one to call Therral. Then she sat and waited. It only took two minutes before there was a knock on her door.

“Your Majesty… ehh… the red dragon said you called for him,” came a call from one of her guards.

She opened the door toward her with her forepaw. Her two guards stood on either side of Therral, who looked far too at ease. She studied the red dragon for a moment, noticing the extra accessory of a pouch around his neck.

“Come in Therral,” She said as stoically as she could manage, “And you two… don’t let anyone else in. I don’t care if someone is dying. And… keep this quiet.”

The two guards glanced uneasily at her, before nodding their heads in obedience. If the red dragon was surprised by her words, he didn’t react. With a nod at the two guards, he trotted into the room as if it was his home. She supposed he had been in there many times.

“How can I help your majesty?” Therral asked as he sat on his haunches several metres away, his tail twitching slightly.

Karlian hesitated a moment, the words getting caught in her throat. She had been so sure of her decision moments ago, “I… ah… um… I was just wondering… if I can ask some questions...”

He nodded, his eyes twinkling, “Of course.”

She suddenly found herself unable to meet his gaze, and blurted out the first thing she could think of, “How do you empty the pond… I couldn’t figure it out.”

He turned his head toward the pond, “Oh, you mean the bath? Did I forgot to mention that before. Sorry about that.”

He picked his feet up and leisurely walked over to the bath. Her eyes followed his every movement, her heart in her chest. He was far more relaxed and at ease then he was before. Far less formal. Like they were close friends, rather than queen and servant. Not that she minded. In fact, it allowed her to get a much closer look at him.

He wasn’t buff and stocky like the guards outside. Rather, he was incredibly toned. His red scales were polished, and his claws neatly trimmed to a just long enough length. His tail was the perfect size and wings head loosely against his side. His horns were straight, medium length, and his yellow eyes glistened with a rather youthful excitement. Her heart in her throat, she gently tapped the ‘lock’ button as she watched him push the hot water button. There was a gurgle as the water began to drain.

“Just press the same button again,” he explained.

“Easy enough,” she responded weakly.

He sat back on his haunches, watching her with a small smile, “Is there anything else I can help with your majesty?”

“I… umm… just had another couple of questions. About the meeting.”

He bobbed his head in encouragement to continue.

“King Dashen said you… overlook the proceedings,” she said.

“That is correct. Shion and I are responsible for making sure all the food is organised and anything the monarchs require is provided for,” he answered easily.

“Do you… engage in those activities…at the end?”

Therral chuckled, shaking his head, “Oh, no. Not at all. That is only for the kings and queens to engage with.”

“Oh…” she hesitated, “But you see it?”

“I do,” the red dragon tilted his head.

“Wh… what is it like?”

The servant smirked, “Are you asking for specific details of the sexual engagements of your fellow monarchs your majesty?”

Her face flushed, “That’s not… I mean… aargh. I just want to know what to be prepared for!”

He rumbled, amused, not at all the submissive servant of before. He got to his feet as he began to pace around her, seeming to think back to the previous engagements, “Well… it usually starts with some nuzzling, licking, nibbling around the neck. His majesty Dashen and the Queen are usually the first to really get into it. She likes to raise her tail and let her hips sway with her pussy in perfect view of everyone. First one to get to it gets her for a little while. She is really good with her tongue. Dashen has a massive member and is very dominant. Usually takes the newcomers, gets them used to everything. Kakan is the feathered queen. She likes…”

“Okay… that’s enough…” she was feeling very hot at his description, “I just wanted to know if its intense.”

“Oh, it very much is.”

She shivered, her tail twitching anxiously, “I just… well… I have never done anything like this before.”

“Never been a part of an orgy before?”

“Never mated before,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

His eyes widened a little, “Oh.”

She lowered her head, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed. She wasn’t sure why she was being so open with a male dragon she had just met. But she had to speak to someone and couldn’t exactly speak to any of her guards.

“I’m not sure how I will handle it… if that is my first time,” she said eventually after several moments of silence, her head lowered.

“Well…” the red dragon said slowly, “it would not be a great thing to do as part of a first-time experience… or even a second- or third-time experience.”

She looked up at him, to see him looking at her with, much to her surprise, a rather empathetic look.

“No wonder it is such a difficult decision for you,” he sighed softly.

“Are you surprised?” she asked, shuffling her wings.

“A little. I mean, you are absolutely beautiful, first thing. And if my experience with young royalty has been anything to go by you are a rather scandalous lot. There would have been dragons crawling over themselves to be with you.”

She laughed, “You’re not wrong. But my country is considered quite… strict on this sort of thing. So, it never was something I got into.”

“So… what are you going to do?”

“What would you do?” She responded, looking at him, “In my position. Speak honestly, what would you do?”

He thought for a moment, seeming to be considering his words before he spoke to them, “Well… you obviously need this alliance, but you are not sure you are capable of doing what is required of you. I guess… I would practice.”

She felt her scales heat up at the thought. He had so quickly come to the same conclusion as she had. She nodded softly.

“Your majesty, I would be happy to service you,” he bowed his head again, “But are you sure you want your first time with a servant you do not know?”

She shifted her wings as he spoke her request before she had even asked him, “Well… I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing anything like that with my fellow dragons from my tribe… and the king said you and Shion are here for any personal needs… so I thought maybe I start with that. If it’s not an issue of course.

The red dragon smiled gently, “Your majesty I would be more than happy to be your first time.”

She took a deep breath, feeling incredibly nervous and jittery. Far more than she had ever felt before. She couldn’t quite meet his eye, knowing what she was going to allow this stranger to do to her. But if she was going to make this alliance happen, she couldn’t just jump in. She needed help. And he was able to help her.

“More than that… I need your help… training. Help to… get ready for it,” she felt the words leave her mouth and felt incredibly dirty speaking them out loud.

His eyes twinkled and he bowed his head, “Your majesty, I would be more than willing.”

She nodded, taking several deep breaths, before standing to her feet and taking a couple steps toward him. He closed the distance, his muzzle right in front of hers. He gently reached forward, the tip of his nose touching her chin. She flinched, taking a step back.

“Sorry,” she shook her head, seeing his surprised look, “I… don’t know what I’m doing.”

He smiled, keeping his posture loose, “I think the first thing we need to do is to get you more relaxed. You are more strung than a hatchling doing public speaking.”

He pulled his carry patch from his neck and lay it on the stone floor. He opened the pouch with his claws and pulled out a rather strange iridescent looking vial. Karlian watched curiously, rather surprised that he already had seemingly been prepared for this eventuality.

“This is a mixture of two drugs,” the red dragon explained, holding the tiny vial between two claws, “One keeps you from getting gravid, and the other is designed to… help with arousal.”

He used a careful claw to take the top off and looked back at her with a tilted head. With a gulp she took the small vial from him.

“You were prepared for this?” she gave him an indignant look.

He grinned, “Of course. It is part of my job after all.”

She turned her gaze toward the vial, “So you have… serviced other kings and queens?”

“That I have,” he responded, “Though none as beautiful as you.”

She felt herself flush again, keeping her eyes looking at the vial. Before she could stop herself, she tipped the vial down her throat, and snapped her mouth shut, wrinkling her snout at the taste. It reminded her of the smell of rotting fruit. However, she couldn’t deny its effects. Almost immediately her entire body became flush with heat. A heat that started at her throat, spread through her spine, wings, and claws, before moving down her body and centring rather intensely between her hind legs. A gasp escaped her as she shuffled her hindquarters nervously.

Therral watched her with rather knowing eyes. A small smile was on his snout, “Quite something, isn’t it.”

The queen nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak at that moment. Again, her hips shifted in her sitting position, feeling the intense heat between her thighs growing stronger and stronger. Her body was shivering. It was like she was full of energy. She wanted to jump, fly, and run as fast as she could.

“Over here, your majesty,” Therral murmured sensually, standing over the soft blanketed and pillowed nest.

Her head snapped over to him. Her nostrils flared as she realised, she could suddenly smell him. A soft musky scent that made her entire body shudder with need. She didn’t know such an earthy scent could be more enticing than the most delicious of delicacies. It was almost overwhelming. She forced herself to breath through her mouth. She slowly rose to her feet, struggling to control her shaking limbs.

Therral waited patiently as she took patient step after patient step toward him. Every fibre of her being wanted to run and jump on the dragon. To devour that tremendous scent. While the other part of her wanted to take her tail and shove it into the source of her heat, to see if she could release it. The juxtaposition between her two choices somewhat stabilised her as she stepped onto the nest, trying to maintain control.

She sat down in front of the dragon, letting out a small yelp as her heat pressed against a crease in the silk sheets. Her entire body trembled as she moved her hips slightly, the feeling causing her to moan rather loudly. She froze as her squinted eyes caught the smirk of the red dragon. The embarrassment of what she done clearing her head, though not getting rid of the feeling.

“Don’t stop on my account,” the red dragon purred, “That was incredibly hot.”

The queen looked down at the sheets, trying not to drown in her inner mortification. His smell suddenly got a lot closer, engulfing her in a sea of arousal so thick that not even her open mouth breathing strategy was working anymore. The dragon was now standing over her, snout against the side of her head.

“However, what I want to do to you will be far better than a silk sheet,” his whisper made her entire body shudder.

Her eyes were glued between the male’s legs at the tip of… something… poking out from the male slit. She had never seen a male’s mating tool in person before. Pictures, sure, in her head during some private experimentation. Definitely. But never in real life.

“Do you want that, your majesty?” he asked in the same husky whisper.

She whimpered.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna need an order. Verbal consent and all that.”

“I… I…” she gulped down the saliva dripping from her fangs, staring at the growing appendage between the dragon’s hindlegs, “I order you… to service me.”

Suddenly her entire body was tackled into the pillows, the red dragon pinning her into the nest. It all happened so fast that she didn’t realise the position they were in until she felt the dragon’s tongue running up the length of her neck. His heavy breathing echoing throughout the room as he took in her scent. She was on her back, her wings splayed out and her forepaws tucked against her chest. Her eyes closed and another long moan escaped her as he serviced her neck and scales. He stood above her, his forelegs on either side of her neck and his muzzle tasting and nuzzling at her neck.

The red dragon didn’t waste much time in moving down her body. Taking some time to explore each part as he went down. Her shoulders and chest were licked and muzzled. Her paws tickled with his breath and tongue. The membranes of her wings cause a soft grown to escape her. Her stomach nipped and lavished. Her head was thrown back as all the heat, energy, and anxiety disappeared under his barrage. Her body twitched, and her mouth opened in soft moans, as the pleasure slowly grew and grew until… it stopped.

She felt as though she had whiplash as she turned her head, glaring at the red dragon. But her heart went to her throat as she saw the view in front of her. He stood at her tail, his head over her hindquarters. Her hind legs were spread open, shamelessly revealing all of her privacy to the dragon. The soft white scales surrounding her vertical slit were split by her puffy arousal. Her clit poking out of its hood, demanding attention. Her arousal glistened around the visible flesh. But he just stood there, his muzzle inches away from everything she wanted.

“Wh… what are you doing?” She panted angrily.

“Awaiting your order, your majesty,” he rumbled eagerly.

“Order…?” She blinked, confused, before growling, “Service me!”

“I’m afraid that is not clear to me, your highness. What would you like me to service?” he said with an infuriating grin.

She didn’t know what came over her, but all her inhibitions were gone. She just wanted something to give her a release from this overwhelming heat, “Take that teasing tongue of yours, and plunge it into my vagina, you useless…” Her demand was cut off as Therral did just that.

Her entire body tensed as electric pleasure raced through her. A long moan escaped her mouth as the strong probing tongue pierced her most interment place for the very first time. Her head was thrown back into the pillows her eyes closed. Her tail flicked back and forth, and she felt the joints in her legs protest as she tried to open them even further.

It was like a blanket of relief enclosed her as she thrust her hips into the probing tongue eagerly exploring her inner depths. His tongue coiled back and forth, touching every side of her walls all at once as he thrust it in and out of her, happily slurping up her intense arousal. His snout pushed at the opening of her slit, spreading it slightly as his snout brushed against her clit. This caused a rather ecstatic cry to eco out of her throat. It was too intense. To amazing. Her body was tensing up as… something was growing inside her. She felt she was about to explode. Then again it was cut off.

A rather frustrated scream escaped the queen as she turned her head to admonish the dragon again. Her mouth was open to yell but was cut off as Therral delivered a rather long, slow, lick to the entrance of her vagina. Instead of roaring at him, a moan escaped her, and her head fell back, her entire body shuddering. The tongue finished its journey up her slit at her clit, licking up and over it, causing her entire body to jolt. Then it began its journey again at the start.

Karlian was breathing heavily, her head buried in the pillows, her mouth open as she moaned without a care in the world. The feeling of an explosion happening with her body was teetering on the edge. Not growing stronger and not disappearing as Therral kept her expertly on the edge. It was a slow, steady pace. Taking his time exploring the opening of her slit. Enjoying her moans and shivers of ecstasy. Her tail swishing back and forth.

She was kept on the edge for several minutes. She wanted to yell at him to plunge his tongue into her again. To bring back the ecstasy of before. But every time she tried, she was silenced by another lap of his tongue. It was all growing too much again. She tried to thrust her hips into him. She tried to grab him with her hindlegs, but it was too much.

Eventually, words slipped out, “Please… Therral. More please.”

His head moved back as his eyes found hers. His controlled, questioning, and hungry. Hers were needy, desperate, and pleading. He slowly began to move up her body. Their eyes remained locked. His claws carefully avoided her wings as he stepped up, so their heads were level once more. She stared at him, her breath coming in rapid pants.

She broke their gaze as something brushed up against her entrance. Her eyes shot down between her legs, widening in surprise at the length pressed against her. It was long, and thick. Far thicker than Therral’s tongue. There were several ridges that ended in a tapered tip that smooched the entrance of her slit. She could see the dribbles of white fluid coating her slit already. Her breath held in her throat.

“Your orders, your majesty?” growled the red dragon with eagerness.

She looked back up at him. Their eyes met once more. She was nervous. Despite her body demanding this, despite everything in her telling her to thrust up into that length, she hesitated. She was scared, she realised. Despite everything telling her to continue it was like there was something holding her back. She gazed at the red dragon, and he looked back, patient and waiting. And he would continue to wait, until she was ready. The sudden understanding dawned on her. He wanted this. Needed this. If it was up to him, she would be pinned, helpless as he took her innocence without any care in the world. But it wasn’t up to him. It was her decision, and hers alone. If she wanted him to back off and continue servicing her with his tongue, he would. If she wanted him to kick him out, he would go. If she wasn’t ready, she could say so. A blossom of gratitude filled her. Gone was her fear. She trusted him to make this a worthwhile experience.

“I order you,” she said softly, “To take me.”

He didn’t question her ambiguous language this time. Instead, he pushed his hips forward, the tip of his penis parting her folds like a ship through unexplored waters. Her body tensed as she grunted uncomfortably, never having been stretched like this before. He stopped, his legs shaking with the effort to not just ram himself into her. Karlian’s eyes slipped from his to stare at the tool being used to penetrate her. She forced herself to relax. As soon as she did Therral pushed several more inches into her, until she tensed tightly again with a whimper.

They continued for several long moments, every inch of the red dragon’s shaft slowly burying itself deeper. Both dragons were panting in their exertion. Small moans and squeaky growls escaped the female as her sensitive slit began to be felt the pinpricks of pleasure caused by his shaft. It hurt at little, but it felt so amazing at the same time. She closed her eyes and lay her head back once again, enjoying the feeling of the slow decent, until suddenly his hips kissed hers.

Her eyes flickered open as she looked up at the red dragon once again, blushing as she realised that she had done it. There was a dragon’s shaft buried deep in her. She could no longer claim the title of virgin queen. Therral smirked at her far-off gaze, before his hips began to rise. A sudden moan escaped her as the ridges of his cock stroked against her walls and pressed against her slit as inch after inch escaped. She clenched her walls, not wanting the feeling to disappear, but she couldn’t hold on.

Therral pulled out until it was only the tip inside her still and held there for a moment. Her faraway gaze flickered to him, “If you ask for an order one more time, I’m going to pin you down and do this myself.”

“Don’t tempt me, your majesty,” he chuckled back, before thrusting his length back into her with a heavy thrust.

Every word of protest vanished as her eyes glazed over again, and her head was once again buried in the pillows. She could never imagine something could feel this amazing. Her body was pulsing with pleasure as he drew out and thrust in over and over. Her entire world became centred between her thighs, and the heavily breathing dragon above her as he began to nuzzle and lick at her neck again. His own grunt and groans like a lullaby in her hearing gland.

She wondered why she had waited so long for this. Wondered why she had been so hesitant to do so. Oh she wanted to be like this forever. To lay back with her legs spread and let whoever wanted to please her to do so. Huffs and moans joined the red dragon as she felt his teeth latch onto her neck, the next thrust suddenly far harder.

In that instant it became too much. She froze and squirmed, still incredibly sensitive from the ministration from before. Her walls clamped around his shaft. Her entire body shook with passion, her juices squirting out of her vagina and against his lower body. A choked cry of ecstasy ran through her.

“Ooooh… ooh yes,” She moaned, her forepaws grabbing at the male’s neck as he continued to thrust her through her first climax. Or first caused by another dragon.

“That’s it my queen. Moan for me,” he growled in her ear, “Let the whole world know what is happening.”

She roared as he suddenly thrust heavily into her climax, hitting some deep spot inside that had never been touched before, and it caused a compounding sensation that vibrated through her. Her vagina gripped against the shaft, eagerly trying to drain it of its seed. But he wasn’t done yet. He continued to thrust as her double climax began to wind down, leaving her sensitive and limp against the bed. The only sound she made small moans and whimpers.

He pulled her against his body as he began to thrust faster, each thrust digging at the depths of her slit. Each once cause her to moan and shake against him, her eyes closed and her muzzle agape in unseasoned pleasure. But he didn’t relent. Now that she had had her fun, it was time he had his.

His thrusting began to grow wilder, and his snarls more animalistic as he stopped holding back. The whimpering female beneath him could only squirm and moan as he grew closer and closer to his own finish. Finally, he attached his teeth to her scales and with a muted moan thrust into her one last time. Her own cry followed his as she felt the shaft within her burst with viral seed, flooding her inside with a coat of white. As sensitive as she was, she also roared out, weaker this time, as her body reacted to his climax with eagerness. Clamping against the shaft as it filled her. Her entire body shaking with extasy. His hips moved with hers and he purred against her hearing gland; the unintelligible moans she made were like music.

Eventually, his hips stopped moving. The two dragons grew still as they basked in afterglow. The male licking absent-mindedly at her neck, glad he hadn’t marked her with his bite. It was sometimes rather difficult to control. After several long minutes the red dragon rolled off her. The queen yelped as his softening shaft escaped her still incredibly sensitive slit.

He lay beside her, smiling as he looked back at the mess they had made. The queen lay belly up, hind legs still spread apart, and her gaping slit entirely on display. He had filled her so completely that his seed had escaped her slit, and as slowly dribbling to each side of her scales.

“Is her majesty satisfied?” the red dragon rumbled.

“Hmm,” she murmured with a purr.

He pushed her wing closed so he could move beside her, nuzzling the side of her head, “Well I am glad that you enjoyed yourself.”

She looked at him, a small smile on her snout as well, “You did your duty well.”

“Considering I am your first, I better have done so,” he chuckled.

She rolled over as well to face him, leaving him slightly disappointed that he could no longer look at her beautiful slit, “Thank you, Therral… sincerely.”

Therral rumbled at the praise, “No thank you, your majesty. It was a lot of fun. I hope to continue to… service you throughout your stay here.”

Karlian flushed again, her tail flicking, “I would be glad for you to do so. Wow…”

The purple female got to her feet, shaking herself out slightly. The red dragon watched her closely. She turned to look out the window, and froze, realising that it was still completely open to the city. Anyone could have looked in and seen what they did.

Therral chuckled, “I wouldn’t worry about it your highness. Dragons were probably having too much fun on their own to watch. Besides, would it really matter?”

She blushed again. She supposed not. In fact, the idea of someone having watched their activities was a rather exciting thought. A dragon, peaking through the window, eyes wide with arousal at the sight. She shook herself. Besides, with how much noise she had made she wouldn’t be surprised if the guards outside had a fair idea of what had gone on as well.

“I suppose not,” she said carefully, turning away from the window.

Therral chuckled, “you are getting bolder, my dear queen.”

She looked at the red dragon, lying on his back as he looked at her with amusement. His semi flaccid penis was still out of its slit and poking out of its sheath, slowly retracting. She smiled as she realised she was still feeling rather antsy. That session hadn’t got the drug out of her system at all. Emboldened by his words, she daintily turned around to face the window once again, half hoping that there was someone watching.

Her front half lowered to the ground, while her back half raised into the air. Her tail curled up and over her head, revealing her still dripping slit to the red male. His eyes instantly attached to it, his breath hitching as a small bead of white liquid dribbled from the still puffy lips and dropped to the spongy ground below.

She turned to look at him, smirking slightly as she saw his eyes light up, “Your queen isn’t done yet, Therral. She demands much… much more.”

The red dragon’s breath hitched in excitement, “Oh… I really have awakened a monster.”

He scurried to his feet, quickly running over to his presenting queen.

The soft tongue running along the scales on the back of her neck was the first thing Karlian noticed as she woke up. A satisfied purr escaped her throat as she wriggled up against the warm body at her back. A red wing covered her like a big rug, and a heavy tail lay across hers. She felt so warm, and far too comfortable. So, she found herself just laying in the pillows, curled up with the other dragon, enjoying the grooming of her neck.

Eventually however it had to end. She raised her head to look with a bleary gaze out the walled window in front of her. The sun was high in the sky, signifying close to mid-morning. The red dragon rustled behind her as he raised his wing to let her stand shakily to her feet. She took a shaky step, nearly collapsing as her hind legs responded stiffly to her efforts.

“Oh…” she grunted, her hind end feeling rather sore.

Therral chuckled, still laying comfortably in her nest, “Good morning your majesty. How are you feeling?”

She looked back at the red male, finding herself flushed as her mind rapidly went through the previous night. The effects of the drug were gone, but the memories of the night were seared into her brain. The panting. The moaning. The constant climaxes. Even now she could smell their nighttime activities all over the nest and her body. She straightened her head, trying to regain her dignity.

“A little sore, but otherwise very good,” she said, cringing inwardly at the formality of her voice.

She had just allowed this dragon, this stranger, to rut her into a moaning heap into the early hours of the morning. Half the palace had probably heard them. She didn’t know how she would hide the smell from the fellow members of the tribe. It wouldn’t be long until everyone would at least have an inkling of what she had done that night. Not to mention he was going to have to leave the room soon, and everyone knew what a strange dragon leaving her room after the staying the night would mean.

He saw the growing unease in her face as the thoughts began to run through her, “I wouldn’t worry too much your majesty. You are a queen; nobody will question you.”

“I know,” She sighed softly.

“Do you regret last night?” he asked carefully.

She hesitated as she thought back. The pleasure. The connection. The intensity. If she was honest with herself, it was probably the best night of her life. Even thinking about it made her want to do it all again.

“No,” she shook her head, “It just goes against everything I’ve ever known, and everything my fellow dragons know as well. I’m worried about how they will take this… once word gets out.”

He nodded his head, getting to his feet and stretching like a cat. He yawned, teeth flashing in the sunlight. He beat his wings, twisted his head to the side until it cracked, and gave a satisfied grunt.

“Well, if you don’t want it to get out quite yet, I have several things that will help,” he replied, trotting over to the raised stone dais where he had left his satchel.

He sat on his haunches and pulled the opening bag open. After rustling around inside for several moments he pulled out a vial filled with thick purple liquid and a tube filled with a sour smelling substance, each significantly bigger than the one from the previous night.

“First things first, this room is largely sound proof. Unless someone had their head pressed against the door, no one would have heard your passionate moans,” He smirked at her embarrassed glare, “Second, despite you not dimming your windows, I doubt anyone did see us. At least anyone important. It’s illegal to fly too close to the castle, and any of those perverts that use vision enhancing spells to spy on royal couples wouldn’t dare speak out of what happened on the pain of some severe punishments.”

“Dragons do that?” she gasped in surprise.

“We are considered the sluttiest dragon tribe in the alliance of twelve, of course there are dragons that do that,” he chuckled, “But that is on your for not dimming the windows.”

She blushed, looking at the ground and shifting her tail awkwardly.

“This little concoction here,” He said, shaking the purple vial, “Is a bit of magically enhanced bath soap. Spread some in your bath, soak yourself for a couple of minutes, and it will get rid of all traces of our escapades. I also recommend rubbing some of this paste into the walls of your vagina. It vastly increases the healing process and will be quite useful, especially if you want to engage in more activities soon.”

She nodded in appreciation, though couldn’t help the blush on her muzzle as he spoke so openly.

“Finally, if you would like myself or Shion to come to your chambers in a far more private fashion in the future, you can do this,” he walked over to the buttons on the wall. He pressed the one supposed to call him and held it down for several seconds.

Her eyes widened as part of the wall of her suite shifted and moved, sliding open to reveal a dimly lit corridor heading down into the floor. A private entrance.

“You have your own way into my room?” she said, a little shocked.

He chuckled, “Apologies for not telling you earlier. I find mentioning it too early reduces my chances of getting laid.”

She growled a little at that, “Why on earth would this room be built like that?”

“If its any consolation, only you are able to open the tunnel. It closes automatically once I’m back in my quarters, and I can’t open it from there.”

The queen snorted, “Well at least there is that… but it would have been useful last night.”

He shrugged his wings, “Just tell your guards I left through one of the windows. They can open up. Again, only from the inside.”

“Oh,” she glanced at the windows a little closer, and noted that there were hinges on several of them.

“And regarding your nest…” he looked at the sheets that were still smelling rather strongly of their mixed fluids, “If you would like it changed, Shion or I can do so later today. If you wanted to. Some dragons like to rest in the smell.”

Again she blushed, before shaking her head, “Please do… that will be all Therral. Thank you… for everything. I look forward to more of your… teachings.”

His eyes twinkled humorously, “Likewise, your majesty. If you would like to spend some time in the city, call Shion or myself and we would be happy to guide you. And remember the King and Queen have a banquet organised tonight at sunset. Otherwise, I will take my leave.”

The red dragon twirled around and paced quickly into the tunnel that had opened. A minute or so later, it closed, leaving the queen all alone in her room. She remained seated on her haunches in the centre for several minutes, her mind whirring in a mixture of giddiness and apprehension. She let out an annoyed sigh before turning toward the objects left on stone table. She limped over to the tube he had left and nervously picked it up, studying it for several moments. A healing salve… for if she wanted to mate in the near future.

With a shuddering sigh she sat back on her haunches and gently pushed some of the salve onto the tip of her claw. The sour smell struck her, causing her to let out a sudden sneeze. With a careful claw she reached down to the slit between her legs and gently pushed her claw inside. She flinched a little as a bolt of pain and the chill of the paste struck her. She was a little shocked at how much it hurt. But she snarled through her teeth and inserted her claw, pushing the salve into her fleshy walls. After repeating the process several times, the pain had numbed severely, and she felt herself feeling a little aroused. Part of her wished she hadn’t let the red male leave so early.

After she was done, ignoring the urge to deal with the slight arousal there and then, she pushed the button to fill up her bath in hot water once again. She tipped some of the purple liquid inside, pleasantly surprised at the mountainside flower smell that rose from water. She then practically jumped into the water with a murmur of satisfaction. She made sure twist around in the bath and scrub her body with the pads of her paws, making sure all that smell was gone. Once she was confident she was presentable, she crawled out of the bath and shook herself out, drying herself with a couple of bursts of flame.

She shook herself out once before walking to the doorway and pulling it open. Outside her two warrior guards instantly straightened up. She was slightly relieved when she realised the two of them were different than the two the previous night. Both still burly and strong. One golden male and the other a silvery female.

“Your majesty,” they both bowed their heads in reverence.

“At ease Chryus, Seviala,” she nodded to them in turn, “Would you be able to take me to Lyon’s room? I would like to speak with him.”

They both bowed their heads. Chyrus, the golden male, took the lead while Seviala, the silver female, stepped up behind her. Karlian forced herself back into the scales of a queen as they walked through the castle. She buried the memories of the previous night, held her head high and kept her gait even. Inside she was relieved that the cream was already working, and she no longer need to limp.

This time she took more notice of the castle as they walked. The carvings in the walls were incredibly detailed. Depictions of battles, of building walls and towering structures, swirling abstracts, and portraits. She felt her eyes widen in surprise at an incredibly erotic picture of one dragon sitting back on their haunches, their paw on the back of the head of another dragon with their muzzle between other’s legs. Her eyes snapped forward as she focused on her queenly confidence. She couldn’t allow her own guards to see her flustered. She did note the side-eye Chyrus was giving the art piece.

They continued walking onward, passing several of the rushing servants throughout the castle. Each one they came across gave a staunch bow to the queen. While they were many different colours and sizes, they all could be considered incredibly beautiful specimens. They had the most professionally polished scales and shined horns. They were healthy and energetic. Regular smiles passed by them. She wondered how many of them did similar jobs to Therral. She wondered, if she asked one of them, if they would be as eager as Therral had been.

‘One passionate night and I want to sleep with everything,’ she thought to herself with some amusement.

They eventually arrived at a series of doors. Chyrus came to a stop at the first one and gestured toward it.

“He is in there your majesty.”

“Thank you Chyrus. Both of you feel free to take the rest of the day to yourselves. I am quite safe here,” She smiled at them, before tapping on the wooden door with her claws.

There was a rustling inside, before the door opened with a slight creek. Inside was Lyon, the yellow dragon looking rather dishevelled. His eyes were tired. His wings were drooping a little and his tail flicked behind him anxiously. When he saw his queen, he quickly straightened up, eyes wide.

“Y… Your majesty? To what do I owe the pleasure?” he said.

“I thought it was time to discuss what the king told me of the alliance yesterday,” she responded evenly, though she felt a little amused at catching him off guard.

He blinked, surprised, “Of… of course! Please, come inside.”

She glanced at the guards, who despite her order had made no move to disappear. They looked back at her with an annoying sense of loyalty and duty. She loved her warriors. They were incredibly good at their job. But they were also incredibly smothering at times. No number of orders from her would make them leave her side.

“If you’re not going to leave, please wait here,” She said with a huff.

“Your majesty,” they bowed their heads in acknowledgement as they were given an order they could follow.

She walked into Lyon’s quarters, closing the door behind her with her tail. She studied the room before her in interest. It was smaller than hers, and the view wasn’t nearly as impressive. But it was still incredibly nice. Nicer than her quarters back at their kingdom. It even had a smaller version of her bath, which was full of water.

“How was your night?” Lyon asked as he sat down by the stone table in his room.

“Much better than yours it seems,” she said, looking over his tired form as she sat across from him.

He grunted a laugh, “By the way you were acting yesterday, I was incredibly anxious. I know you told me the meeting went well, however you looked as though everything had been doomed.”

She laughed a little, “No, of course not. I was honest when I said it had gone well. If anything, it seems we will be able to get all the help we need and more without strenuous effort on the kingdoms part.”

“Ah,” he visibly relaxed, “Well it is good to see you as your regal self this morning. A relief indeed. Though, may I ask what had you so down after the meeting yesterday?”

The queen hesitated at the question. She knew she had to trust her advisor with what she would have to do. She had accepted it, to a certain extent anyway, but she knew it would be a bit of a shock to him. Without letting herself think to much about it, she launched into a recount of the meeting, going over each point with as much dignity she could muster. She left the emotion out of her words, merely telling him the facts.

She watched as his eyes widen in surprise when she revealed what would be required of her at the meeting. As her mouth snapped shut, she felt the silence spread throughout the room as the yellow dragon stared at her, shock and horror across his face. She waited patiently for him to speak.

“That is absolutely barbaric,” he eventually said, “You shouldn’t be expected to give yourself up like that.”

She smiled slightly, “You are not incorrect, but unless I engage in this tradition, I see no hope in saving our kingdom.”

“There may be some other way. Call them on their bluff. Tell them you will not engage if it is required for the alliance.”

“They are not bluffing. I believe that is why my parents never ended up allying themselves with the twelve tribes. I wish they had told me, but alas they did not.”

Lyon was quiet for several more moments as he considered what she was saying, “I suppose… we do not have much choice then. There aren’t any other kingdoms we could ally ourselves with?”

She shrugged her wings, “You would know better than me.”

A growl escaped the yellow dragons throat as he slammed a claw into the stone, scratching it, “I don’t want to ask this of you, your majesty.”

The queen felt a rush of gratitude run through her, “You don’t need to. It’s something I am going to have to be okay with.”

The night with Therral had left her far softer to the idea of joining in the activities of the meeting, but she knew she had a long way to go before she would be even mildly okay with it. The sudden thought of asking Lyon to help her… train rose through her. But she quickly shook off the thought. It was one thing to mate with a dragon who was specifically expected to do so. It was another entirely to do so with someone who was a friend, colleague, and whom she would be living with for the foreseeable future.

Lyon sat in front of her with a contemplative expression. He was a smart dragon. It was part of the reason he had been given this job. It was always amusing to watch him shake his head as he pulled forth options in his head before denying them. Finally, he let out a sigh as he gave up on the problem for the moment.

“Let me consider it some more… I will see if I can think up something to get you out of this. In the meantime, perhaps we discuss what the other tribes may want in the meeting, and what we would be willing to offer,” he said with some finality.

She nodded, “Very well, lets.”

The two of them spent the next several hours going over the twelve tribes. Each had their very own customs and considerations, from the Ikyan kingdom, a tribe of feathered dragons that lived in the rain forests close to the equator, to the Kydela, a race of hard scaled desert dragons living in the northern deserts. She wondered what reasons each of them had with joining this ridiculous scheme spun about by the Ocean side tribe. Did some of them have no choice, like she did? Did some of them simply find the alliance to useful to ignore? Or did they just not care? If she considered her own kingdom of Datia, she knew the stereotypes led others to believe them as a reclusive, conservative mountain dragons that would rather hide in their traditions then do anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it was time to change that.

Their conversation eventually came to an end. Karlian got to her feet and shook out her wings with a yawn. Outside the windows she could see that the sun was getting rather low in the horizon. Their dinner would be soon, and she would like to polish herself up a little before meeting with the Ocean Side king and queen again.

“I will see you for our evening meal,” she said to her advisor.

The yellow male nodded and yawned, “I shall get myself prepared.”

“Don’t fall asleep,” the queen padded back to the door, looking back at the male with a grin, “I’ll call you to my room when I’m ready.

“I’ll see you again shortly,” he chuckled, before a more serious expression crossed his face, “And your majesty… if you find yourself unable to handle… the requirements for this alliance… we can leave. Our kingdom isn’t much without its queen.”

“Thank you, Lyon. That means a lot,” she nodded her head one last time before heading out of the room and back into the hallway.

Her guards immediately stepped up beside her with their familiar greetings. As they walked back to her room she let her mind roam. She had appreciated the time with Lyon, as although they had only talked about politics, it had kept her from the ever-growing longing to mate again. To have another night like her previous one. She had a sudden thought that the pleasure could quite easily become addictive. She could enjoy herself too much… and then what would she do once they returned to her kingdom. She shook her head with a rumble. She would deal with that when the time came.

As she once again entered her room she allowed herself a tired yawn. She took a deep breath and let out a rumble of surprise as she realised the musky haze that had been left over from the previous night was gone. It seemed someone had cleaned up her blankets and pillows after all. Her gaze turned to the city in front of her, watching a couple of young dragons chase each other over the ocean. It looked like a lot of fun. She would have to properly head into the city the next day and spend some time exploring. Though she wasn’t sure how easy that would be with guards constantly at her back. She shook her head, had a big sigh, and began to prepare herself for the evening ahead of her.

Water filled up the bath, and with a dab of the soap left by Therral she was able to reinvigorate the mountain flower scent she was beginning to enjoy. She spent some time buffing out her scales with water and fire, making sure she shined in the setting sun. She didn’t have enough time for a thorough shining like the servants seemed to get, but it would work well enough.

Once she felt she was all prepared she walked over to the buttons at her wall. After a quick thought, she pressed the one to summon Therral, Shion, and then finally Lyon, then went back to trying to polish her scales for the waited minutes. Therral was the first to arrive, absent of his neck pouch. The appearance of the red dragon made all sorts of unwholesome thoughts to rush through her head, but she forced herself to nod regally to the servant. He bowed his head back in greeting, though she saw the amused twinkle in his eyes.

Seconds later the cyan dragoness, Shion, arrived. After the traditional greetings Karlian allowed herself to study the other female a little closer. Shion was slightly larger than the queen. The servant had an incredibly sleek figure, her light scales turning white in a rather perfected gradient toward her underbelly. Her wings were elegant, held properly by her side. She moved with ease and confidence, even if her role stopped her from making direct eye contact with the queen. Karlian felt a sudden surge of jealousy toward the cyan dragon. The servant was able to live here and spend as much time with Therral as she wished. Karlian wondered how often the servants were able to mate with each other.

Again, she flushed the thoughts out of her head. It was not helpful for a queen to think such thoughts. The three of them waited several more minutes before there was another tap on the door. This time it was Lyon. He seemed far more awake and proper than he had before. And Karlian thought she caught the distinct whiff of scale paint. He had gone all out.

“Your majesty,” he bowed his head to her, before nodding to the two servants, “And… Therral and Shion, correct?”

“That is correct, my lord,” Shion’s elegant voice filled the room.

The advisor turned his head to his queen, “Well, if you are ready…?”

“Let us go,” Karlian said, “Therral, Shion, please lead the way.”

The two servants took the lead. Her guards joined their party as they went for one more long walk throughout the castle. As they walked, the queen and her advisor engaged in hushed conversation. He made sure to go over the names of the many children of King Dashen and Queen Youla, as well as a bit of their history. It wasn’t the first time he had reminded her, but it was always welcome.

The two were primarily a political relationship, as far as she knew. Youla was from the largest tribe of water dragons, called the Ettolan, and Dashen was from a tribe that primarily ruled the coasts, The Carnum. Decades ago, there had been a war between them, and it was the joining of the king and queen that had ended at war and laid the groundwork for the alliance of twelve tribes. The two of them had built up the Ocean Side city since then, leading it to the grand wonder it was.

The queen and her advisor were led to a large set of double doors. Depicted on the front of the doors was a dragon Karlian recognised as Dashen. The large ashen grey form looked down upon them like they were ants. The tail wound around and came out of the door, acting as the handle allowing it to be pulled open. The other had the Queen Youla. Her own form just as large, though seemed much gentler than her mate.

There were several warrior guards waiting for them. They bowed to purple queen, before taking the handles of the doors, and in a somewhat awkward fashion, pulling them open. Karlian’s two guards mingled with them, and with a quick order were told to stay outside while Karlian and Lyon entered with the two servants. The queen was immediately met with a rush of cool twilight air as they entered what looked to be some sort of open-air courtyard.

She looked around with wonder. The first stars were slowly appearing above them as the soft orange glow of the sunset began to disappear. Exotic plants of all colours adorned the edges, offering sweet and sour scents that drifted through the air. The courtyard itself was made mainly from an auburn stone. There were several other doors and entrances through smaller doors along the walls. In the middle of the courtyard was a circular pit made from the same soft material as the floor of the dragons’ rooms. In the centre of that was a bonfire, already burning strongly as it flickered its light all over the darkening courtyard.

“Queen Karlian, Lord Lyon, welcome!” Dashen’s strong voice boomed through the courtyard.

Karlian’s eyes looked toward where her fellow monarchs were resting. They were laying on the spongy ground, the white queen under her mate’s wing, sat on the other side of the fire facing the door.

“Come, join us!” Youla called, patting the spot next to her with her tail.

Karlian glanced at Lyon. He looked back, before shrugging his wings. She took the lead as the red and cyan servants bowed their heads, stepping off to the side. There were several other dragons laying around the fire. Karlian recognised several of them, though she hadn’t met many of them in person. They were the princes and princesses of the kingdom. She knew there were thirteen in all, but it seemed only five had joined them. There were two light grey dragonesses, Tora and her twin Kynel. A white dragon with the same snow white scales of his mother, Urion. A black female, Yuri, and her equally dark clutch mate. A male named Gilion. She was surprised they were the only ones there.

Karlian, a little nervously, settled herself a comfortable distance from the queen, looking over the other dragons curiously. Urion was the largest, seeming to take that from his father. She knew the white male was several years older than even her as the oldest of his siblings and the likely candidate to take the throne after his parents. Gilion and Yuri were around her size, and her age if her memory served her correctly. The grey twins were the youngest, having barely reached maturity a year or so ago.

“Welcome to our gathering,” Dashen’s deep voice echoed, “I apologise the rest of my offspring could not make it. We are a busy kingdom as I am sure you know, and many of them a currently travelling throughout the world in efforts to extend our… offers of alliance.”

She glanced at the king, “Not at all. I suppose I should feel blessed at the invitation to a more private dinner party.”

“Oh nonsense, your majesty,” Youla laughed, “We are happy to have you. You are the first to arrive for the alliance meeting after all. Plus, our usual functions might be a little… much for your tastes.”

Karlian tilted her head, wondering what she had meant.

“But we will not be getting into that now,” Youla turned her head to her hatchlings, “Now, the rest of you, please introduce yourself to our new allies.”

One by one the royal family introduced themselves. More a formality than anything, considering she already knew their names off by heart. But she appreciated it all, nonetheless. They seemed polite enough, though she couldn’t help but note the hungry gaze in Gilion’s eyes. One she recognized as very similar to the gaze Therral had given her the night previously. It made her shuffle a little uncomfortably, even if she made a conscious effort not to show the unease in her gaze.

Once everyone had been properly introduced, Dashen called out to the servants, “Therral, Shion, please let the kitchen know that we are ready. I am sure we are all quite hungry.”

The two of them bowed, before quickly rushing into a nearby door. Soon after all the doors were shoved open to reveal several more servants. They walked forward with raised wings and flicking tails, the smells following them caused Karlian’s stomach to rumble hungrily as she watched with open eyed wonder. Balanced on their open wings were platters of meats and other delicacies, all steaming and hot.

An emerald, green dragoness walked with careful confidence toward Karlian. She came to a stop beside the queen, and, with narrowed eyes, tilted her wing so the dish slid right off and onto the ground. The other she slid out in front of Lyon, who had taken up residence next to his queen. Karlian tapped her tail against the ground in a slight applause. The green dragoness bowed her head with a proud smile, before quickly hurrying back the way she came. Karlian’s eyes turned toward the meal in front of her. Slabs of lamb, or venison maybe, covered in rich brown liquid. It took all her will not to dive into it like a starving wolf.

Karlian glanced around the circle, watching the habits of the other dragons to make sure she didn’t embarrass herself. It seemed the proper way to eat here was to skewer a piece with a claw and eat it off that. So, with eagerness, she pierced the middle of one of the slabs and raised it to her mouth. With a hungry rumbled she snapped her maw shut, swallowing the piece.

“What do you think?” the white queen smiled, having her claw half raised with what looked like an entire chicken on it.

“I hope that as part of this alliance you can perhaps share these recipes with my kingdom,” Karlian said with a rumble before she snapped another one up.

The joyous laughter of the queen echoed through the courtyard, “Of course. It would be a pleasure to do so. I take that to mean that you are going to go through with the alliance after all?”

The purple monarch felt herself flush at the question, “I will make no promises, but it is something we as a kingdom… want.”

“And your advisor agrees?” Youla looked past her at the yellow male, who was currently gnawing eagerly at the large leg bone of an enormous creature.

He stopped and swallowed, before replying, “I will go along with my queen’s decision… though I will not say I agree with such… practices in confirming an alliance.”

Youla snorted indignantly, “Oh, it will be worth it to all. You will see.” She sent a sly wink at the purple queen, causing Karlian to flush once more.

The dinner went on with much less uncomfortable conversation for the most part. It quickly became apparent that a large part of this sort of feast was to get up and try what was on other dragon’s plates as well. It allowed Karlian to walk around and have polite conversation with every single other dragon there, as well as whet her appetite with all these new foods. Still, as all good politicians she used her time to get a read on the siblings of the royal family.

Urion was stoic and polite, with a demanding presence nearly matching his father. He engaged her in respectful conversation but refused to give much away. The youngest twins seemed rather nervous to engage her. Their conversation was normal enough, though their immaturity shined through. It seemed they didn’t engage often with royalty outside of their own family. Karlian liked Yuri the most. The black dragoness had the same politeness as her older brother but seemed to be genuinely interested in the other queen. She asked intelligent questions about Karlian’s kingdom and responded to similar questions with insightful knowledge. Their conversation ended with Yuri offering to be a guide around the city, and Karlian happily accepting.

The most memorable of the conversations happened with the black prince, Gilion. As Karlian approached his plate he puffed up his chest, stretched out his wings, and shot her a rather prideful grin. She hated dealing with dragons like this, but at the same time that also came with dealing with higher up dragons.

“Your majesty,” he bowed his head, “Please, feel free to try one of these baked Phylor fruits, all the way from the forests of Ikyan.”

Curious, as she had never tried fruit in her life, she stabbed one and brought it up to her mouth. It instantly melted, causing her to grunt in surprise at the flood of sweet and tangy that flooded her senses. It was different than her usual pallet, and while it wasn’t exactly to her liking, she appreciated the differences in flavour and texture.

“It is… interesting,” she said.

The prince laughed, “That it is. I wasn’t a fan when I first tried them as a hatchling, but over the years they snuck their way up to one of my favourites.”

“Really?” the queen said, intrigued, “I did not realise fruits were a common part of dragon’s diet here.”

“Oh, they are not. These ones just remind me rather closely of another one of my favourite delicacies,” he said with a rather sultry smirk.

The queen tilted her head, “And what is that?”

“The taste is quite similar to a dragonesses’ vent, don’t you think?” he said, looking her directly in the eye with the same grin.

She felt her entire stomach quake at the words, and she resisted the urge to regurgitate the fruit. To say she was speechless was an understatement. All the other royals had been rather polite, if a little nervous, and while she had delt with incredibly forward dragons before. Never had she had someone say something so… vulgar.

“Would you like another?” he innocently pushed the plate toward her, “It’s a taste you’re probably gonna have to get quite used to after all.”

“E…excuse me?” she stuttered.

“Gilion! Where are your manners!?” the sound of his mother’s voice shocked Karlian into stability, as she glanced at the white dragoness approaching.

She stepped between Karlian and the prince, “I apologise for my sons rather crude language your majesty. He forgets himself sometimes.”

Karlian only nodded her head faintly as she was led away from the prince. She wasn’t quite sure how to react in that situation. It was one that all her training and study had never prepared her for.

“If you ever need some practice, your majesty, feel free to call me over!” Gilion called after the retreating females, though was quickly shut up from the snapping crack of the end of a tail against his snout, causing him to whimper in pain.

Youla snorted in satisfaction, “That troublesome egg. Are you okay Queen Karlian?”

The purple female forced a smile, “I am okay. Thank you.”

“Here, sit down beside me and enjoy the rest of your meal. Don’t let him get to you. I’ll make sure he is properly punished after this.”

Karlian bobbed her head in slight agreement and found herself sitting down with the white queen’s wing around her back. She quickly noted that Lyon was near Dashen and seemed to be in deep conversation with the king, which had been paused by the slight spectacle. Lyon tilted his head in worry, silently asking if she was alright. Karlian only smiled slightly at him and gave him a reassuring nod. He glanced over at Gilion, before returning his gaze to her and returning her nod.

“Again, please except my apologies. He should not have said that to you,” Youla continued, covering her fellow queen in her blanket like wing a little too closely.

“It is okay, your majesty,” Karlian said, recovering from the shock.

“No, allow me to make it up to you. The day after tomorrow. Come to my private chambers. I’ll make sure you a properly compensated,” Youla continued.

The purple queen couldn’t help but wonder why she was so insistent on Karlian’s forgiveness. She also found the closeness of her fellow monarch to be entirely uncomfortable. But as she looked into the worried and anxiety filled eyes of the white queen, she couldn’t help but feel gratitude. Karlian was sure this wasn’t the first time Gilion had acted up in such a way, but Youla seemed genuinely worried that Karlian would take great offence.

“If you insist your majesty,” Karlian replied with a small smile.

“Then the day after tomorrow. Your servants know the way,” Youla responded with her own smile, “Oh, there is something on your chin. Here, let me get that.”

Karlian froze again as Youla’s tongue came out and licked up the remains of one of the sauces dribbling down her chin. Youla gave a satisfied rumbled and turned her head toward the fire, seeming to either ignore or not notice the surprised stare the purple dragoness was giving her. Was such an intimate action normal in this kingdom? That could be the case, considering on how open they were in their mating habits, but still, it seemed entirely inappropriate. But no one else seemed to care, and Lyon hadn’t noticed. Besides… it had felt rather nice, and with how closely the other queen was holding her with that white wing, rather special.

That, along with the words bouncing around in her skull from Gilion began to make her feel a little… hot. Not just from the fire. The black male’s words regarding her ‘getting used to the taste’, and the sudden realisation that perhaps she wouldn’t just be mating with males in this meeting of tribes, cause a whole new crisis to run through her. She had never even considered mating with another female. She didn’t even know how it would work. Was it just tongues? Were there other ways? Would it feel nearly as good as it did with Therral? The questions continued to run through her head at a rabid pace, leading her to feel a little dizzy.

Several more minutes of conversation, Karlian decided to excuse herself. She bid the other dragons good night, including Lyon who decided to stay a little while longer to continue to discuss whatever they were discussing. Therral and Shion awaited her as she left, along with her guard entourage. She ordered one to stay behind for Lyon when he left. If there were any trouble, she figured the two servants were also trained in combat as well.

They didn’t talk much as they walked back through the castle. Once again Karlian felt herself in her head as she thought over the night, and her recent revelation. She found herself trying to picture how it would work, what it would feel like… what it would taste like. The memory of that fruit all too fresh in her mind. The heat between her hind legs was growing as she reached her room and quickly slipped inside.

She spent the next half-an-hour pacing back and forth in front of her window, trying to calm herself down. She was only marginally successful. The sudden urge to lay back and take care of this heat herself suddenly came to her mind. She had done it before when she had found herself stuck in these thoughts, though they were mainly about males. Never had she thought she would have these emotions regarding the thought of another female. Especially Youla, her fellow monarch. With those beautiful scales, tipping her head down and using that wonderfully smooth tongue to…

“Aargh,” she roared out, shaking her head. Where had this all come from? Was there more of that arousal potion in the meal perhaps? Maybe that fruit had some properties of it?

As she turned to walk back to her freshly made pillow nest with the intent take care of this problem herself, she found herself stopping. Why was she wanting to take care of this herself? There was a dragon that would be more than willing to do this for her. With eager steps she approached the buttons on the wall. She quickly found the one to call Therral and pressed it down, holding it until the wall to the left of her slid down, revealing the secret passage. After a quick hesitation, she also pressed the button to darken the windows.

Then she sat down at the stone dais in the centre of her room. It didn’t take long before the red dragon reappeared. Similarly to before, gone was his formal gate and respectful gaze. He instantly made eye contact with her, the smirk reappearing on his snout as he took a deep breath.

“Wow, no wonder you wanted to get out of there so quickly. I can already smell you,” he rumbled eagerly as the wall closed behind him.

“It feels like there was something in that dinner? Did that drug get put in it?” she accused, still a little annoyed at herself for her current thoughts.

“That’s harsh your majesty,” Therral said amused, “Not at all. If it was everyone there would be rutting away already.”

She refused to let herself dwell on that thought, “Then why am I feeling so… aroused?”

“Did something happen during the meal? I noticed you were sitting quite close to the queen after Gilion’s… spirited words.”

“No!” she growled, a little too quickly.

Therral tilted his head innocently, prodding a little more information on her. He was too good at that.

“Her majesty Youla… licked my chin,” Karlian finally admitted, “That and… Gilion’s words had me thinking things… that I’ve never really thought before.”

His eyes widened in understanding, “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Her majesty has that affect on others. I have been under her spell many times.”

“But… she is a female. How does that even work? What does it look like? I didn’t even think that was a thing…”

Therral gave her a rather sultry smirk, “Do you want to find out?”

Karlian blinked, “Huh?”

“You have two servants of two different genders for a reason your majesty,” Therral began making his way over to the buttons on the wall, “If you really are curious… well… there is an easy way to find out.”

She felt herself flush again, looking down at her claws nervously. Again, she was faced with something she never thought she would do in her wildest dreams. But now that she knew it was right in front of her…

“Will Shion be okay with that?”

Therral laughed, “Oh, very much so. She has been with many queens, including her majesty Youla. Besides, you are going to have to do it as part of the meeting of the tribes anyway. May as well get used to it now.”

Karlian felt as though her face was hotter than her nethers, “O… okay.”

The red male smirked at her, before holding down the button to call Shion. Several seconds later a panel on the opposite side of the room to Therral’s passageway opened up. The red dragon paced over to the queen’s side and sat down with a happy sigh. Karlian had her eyes glued on the open passage. Her mind flew through what she was about to do. Suddenly she felt rather guilty of feeling jealous of Shion earlier that day.

The first sign of her approach was the tapping of claws against stone. The cyan dragoness rounded the corner, gliding into the room with a professional elegance the regalest of queens would be jealous of. Even now, so late in the evening, her scales were perfectly polished. They glowed slightly in the magic lights that lit up the room.

“Your majesty, Therral,” she bowed her head with formality, “You called?”

“Oh, drop the act Shion, you know exactly what is happening here. Her majesty is rather curious,” the red dragon grinned eagerly.

“Forgive me for not wanting to assume,” Shion rumbled with grace, “I would rather hear it from the queen we are serving.”

“He… he is right,” Karlian stuttered, trying to get herself together, “If you are okay with that.”

“I am willing to serve however her majesty wishes,” Shion bowed her head again, before glancing at the red dragon, “How would you like to do this?”

“I… ah…” Karlian hesitated, glancing at Therral herself for instruction.

The red dragon shook himself out, “Well, since last night was all about you, your majesty, how about we begin tonight with learning how to please another?”

The two dragonesses looked at him. Shion with an annoyed exasperation and Karlian with eyes wide and a little nervous.

“You don’t have to listen to him your majesty. Tonight, will be however you wish,” the cyan dragon rumbled, slowly beginning to walk over to them, “I shall do whatever you order.”

The purple dragon took a deep breath, shaking her head. Her nerves were getting hold of her again, “No… It’s okay. I have asked him to teach me after all. Shion… raise your tail for me… please.”

Shion’s eyes blinked slowly, before a sultry grin crossed her snout, “Very well your majesty.”

With slow and practiced movements, the cyan dragoness turned around so she was facing away from them. She lowered her front to the ground and slowly raised her tail, like she was teasing them. Finally, she stood before them, tail and behind raised and swaying slightly. Her wings were spread, and her head turned around to look at them expectantly.

Karlian heard Therral’s breath hitch, and even she couldn’t turn her eyes away from the dragoness’s most private area. Like the rest of her, Shion’s slit was elegant and beautiful. At the moment it almost blended into the white scales of her underside. Above was also the small, puckered ring that was her tail hole. The purple dragon felt her breath coming faster as she gazed upon the sight.

“Relax, your majesty,” Therral said softly to her, “Stop thinking too much. Just remember last night. She’s not aroused yet, so you can’t go in too fast. Start slow and soft.”

The queen took a deep breath and began to approach the other female. She tried to ignore Shion’s intrigued gaze following her. Karlian stopped up to Shion’s rear and slowly lowered her muzzle, until it was directly in line with the perfect vent in front of her. There she hesitated, staring for several long moments. The heat between her hind legs was growing, and as she took a deep breath, she realised there was a very slight scent coming from Shion as well. Sweet, like apples on the wind.

Before she could second guess herself, she pushed her snout forward and with her long narrow tongue she licked at the other dragon’s pussy. A soft purr escaped the cyan dragoness as she adjusted her position a little, raising her rear higher. Karlian had the sudden realisation that the lick was the first real affectionate action the queen had given another dragon. Despite the amount of nibbles and nuzzles she had received last night, she had never really returned them. The thought narrowed her mind; she would have to make up for that.

“I hope your curiosity isn’t satiated quite yet, your majesty,” Shion rumbled eagerly.

“Not nearly,” Karlian grunted back in lust.

The second lick pushed against the opening somewhat as Karlian tried to put more force into her efforts. She was rewarded with a much stronger taste of sweet, fermented fruit hidden inside the slit. It caused her to rumble eagerly. It did taste much like that fruit she had eaten at dinner. She didn’t turn away. With how horny she was, the taste nor the growing scent bothered her in the slightest. She began licking in more earnest, slathering the vagina in front of her nose with saliva as she pushed her tongue further in. Her head tilted in different ways, trying to find better positions to access different areas of the slit. The smell of arousal was growing stronger, and the once smooth crevice was beginning to become more malleable.

“Yesss,” hissed Shion, “You are doing well, your majesty. But focus on the bottom of my slit… oh yes! Right there.”

Karlian listened to her instructions and started her next lick far lower. Almost immediately she found a slight hard nub, that as she pushed against caused the other female to moan out loud. The entire body shuddered as though experiencing its own earthquake. Karlian’s tongue was flooded in arousal juices that caused her to groan in eagerness. She licked over the servant’s clit again, but this time pushed her tongue inside, deeper than it had ever gone. Shion rocked into her efforts, pushing her vagina against the snout of the queen with eager rumbles and whimpers.

Now fully open to her, Karlian was free to push in the entire length of her tongue deep into the other female’s body. She did with little hesitation, feeling the shudders and hearing the moans. She licked around Shion’s inner walls, pushing the tip of her snout into the dragon’s slit as well as she struggled to get deeper. The queen found herself huffing and grunting along with the cyan dragon, now completely engrossed in the taste, smell, and heat coming from a slit that wasn’t her own.

A sudden idea came to her as thoughts on how to further Shion’s pleasure went through her. Karlian brought up her forepaw, wrapping it in as much a fist as a dragon could. She began to pump her tongue in and out, trying to copy the feeling of a male’s penis, and as she did she began to coat the knuckle of her claw in as much of Shion’s arousal as possible. Once she felt it was adequate, she parted the slit below her tongue with the same knuckle, pushing in until she found the female’s clit. A loud gasping moan escaped Shion as she felt more stimulate touch her pleasure button. She pushed hard against the queen, encouraging her to keep going.

Karlian pushed hard back, trying to get deeper into that wonderful slit. Back and forth the two of them pushed. It was as though Karlian was trying to push her entire head into the other dragoness. Even if only the very tip of her snout had any chance of fitting it didn’t make her try any less. So she pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until with a burst of eagerness, she pushed a little too hard. Shion let out a yelp of surprise as he rear was suddenly lifted into the air as Karlian snout slipped out, ending up under the cyan dragon’s slit. Karlian had pushed with as much strength as her rear legs could muster. Without the resistance to stop her, Karlian practically jumped, shoving the cyan dragon to the side and landing on the ground, leaving the two dragonesses side by side, each of their heads at the other’s rears.

There was a moment of startled silence. Karlian felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, hiding her snout behind her paws with a groan. Therral’s ecstatic laugh echoed through the room. Even Shion chuckled at the predicament. A tail gently coiled around the queen’s paws, pulling them away from Karlian’s eyes so she could see the invitingly raised leg of the other female. The incredibly aroused and puffy vagina of the other female was still leaking arousal fluid with eagerness.

“Don’t stop now your majesty. I am very close,” the cyan dragoness cooed, “And now with this beautiful view, you practically have me.”

Karlian looked back at Shion, to see the servant’s eyes glued between her own puffy slit. A deep lustful purr escaped Shion as she snaked her way between Karlian’s legs. The queen didn’t stop her, watching with wide eyes as Shion’s own tongue connecting with the purple dragon’s slit. Karlian whimpered as she felt the wonderful feeling of another tongue inside her, licking up her dribbling slit with intent and purpose. She became so engrossed that she nearly forgot about her own job until there was a reminding push against her head from the cyan dragon’s tail.

Karlian didn’t hesitate. She pushed her snout against Shion’s vagina with the same eagerness as before, pushing her tongue deep inside, muffling her own moan as Shion began to go deeper into her as well. Both dragons were slurping and sucking at the other’s slit, gripping each other’s hips as they hugged the most private areas of the other dragon closer to their snouts. There were eager moans, shivering tail flicks, and shuddering bodies. However, despite her experience, Shion had been pleasured for much longer and was already incredibly close.

She removed her snout from her queen’s vagina and let out a yelping roar. Karlian felt the muscles of the other dragoness clench against her tongue, trapping it inside as she was dowsed in the climatic finish of the servant. Shion hugged the queen’s tail as she humped against the snout piercing her. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her tail shuddered around erratically. Shion’s moaning gasps echoed for several seconds as she tried to extract the none-existent seed from Karlian’s tongue. Eventually though, it began to wind down, and the two females relaxed against each other, each breathing rather heavily.

Shion was the first to move, dragging herself out of Karlian’s embrace and rolling the purple dragoness onto her back. Karlian allowed the movement as she watched the other female curiously. Shion walked with slightly shaky legs she made her way to Karlian’s tail, turned around, and sat her slit directly against the queen’s tail. A shaky purr escaped her as she ground her hips on Karlian’s tail.

“I think her majesty deserves a reward for her efforts,” Shion growled, beginning to lower her snout.

Karlian moaned in response, spreading her legs to the other female, her eager vent pulsing in anticipation. Shion didn’t keep her waiting, dipping her snout down and pushing her tongue directly into the wonderful slit in front of her. A cry escaped Karlian as her folds were parted by the cyan dragoness once again. It was amazing. The experienced tongue not missing a single part of her inner walls. The warm, wet flesh grinding against her pinned tail. The eager moans of the other female. And last, but not least, the strong musky scent of an aroused male very close by.

The queen’s eyes found Therral. He was sitting back on his hind legs, watching the show in front of him with his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog, unashamedly stroking his shaft with a forepaw. To the female, a sight that would have usually embarrassed her only increased her arousal, and she nearly climaxed right there and then. She managed to hold it back however, feeling a little sorry that the red male had yet to be able to join in. The sudden recollection of the rather leud act depicted in one of the artworks along the castle walls ran through her head. With a gulp she called out.

“Therral… bring you shaft over here,” she whimpered out, shivering as Shion hit a rather sensitive part within her.

The red male tilted his head, a small smirk escaping his muzzle, “As you wish your majesty.”

He padded over to the two dragonesses. He stepped over the queen, crouching a little so his shaft and rear end filled the entirety of the female’s view. Karlian moaned at the sight, his musky salty smell having an entirely different effect on her. The female scent was elegant and arousing, but it didn’t fill her senses and chase all other thoughts away like a male’s could. She raised her head, find the position a little awkward as she was looking at him upside down. She placed a lick on the bottom of the Therral’s shaft, another moan escaping her.

Seeing her difficulty, Therral adjusted his position. He nearly sat down on her, the tip of his penis tapping the edge of her snout. The lustful female opened her mouth with a whimper, her tongue coiling around the tip of the male’s shaft and pulling it into her maw. She had to be careful of course. Her sharp teeth could do a lot of damage if she rushed too quickly. But she wanted to do this. Therral was all to eager to follow along. He pushed the first six inches of his member into the open mouth of the female, giving a small purr as he held himself still. Her tongue snaked around the first third of the length, wriggling along it causing him to give his own moan.

At the queen’s behind, Shion watched the show with a small grin. She began to slow her ministrations on the queen’s vagina, though didn’t stop grinding herself on Karlian’s tail. She wanted this moment to last a little longer. She began to attend to the more outside areas of Karlian’s slit, making sure they got their own attention as she applied her own knuckle to the eager clit, circling around it softly. Karlian’s hips bucked at the ministration, her moan muffled by the shaft in her mouth.

Karlian was beginning to suck a little more eagerly as she sealed her lips around the softly thrusting shaft. Her moans caused her tongue to vibrate along his shaft, sucking with eager lust at the shaft as though it were a straw to her favourite drink. Though inexperienced, her eagerness more than made up for it as Therral gradually began to thrust more of his length into her eager maw. As he began to go faster, her moans and sucks grew more enthusiastic, and more of his length was coiled by her tongue.

The two servants made eye contact with each other, each giving a rather sultry grin. Shion’s hips were beginning to move faster and harder against Karlian’s tail, her own grunts and huffs escaping her as she began to dig deeper into the slit in front of her once again. Karlian thrust back against her as best she could. Muffled moans and whimpers began to escape her.

Therral’s eyes squinted a little at a sudden hard suck from the dragoness below caused him to nearly blow his load right there. Instead, he forced himself to hold himself still and gave a barely congealed nod to Shion. The cyan dragoness smirked. Her hips began to shudder as she felt her second climax building. With practised ease she pulled her tongue out of the purple female and attacked the queen’s clit with her mouth. She put the small nub between her scaly lips and sucked with as much pressure as she could. Karlian screamed against the cock in her mouth, bucking her hips against the cyan dragon with ragged intensity. From being edge to so long to all this pleasure all at once, it caused her to explode.

But in the moments before she did, Shion launched forward, shoving her vagina against the queen’s and grinding the two slits against each other with a crying wine. Both their bodies reacted violently. Wings flaring, bodies grinding, and tails writhing. Karlian felt as though she were exploding as she experienced what was probably the most intense climax of her life. The member in her mouth withdrew suddenly, causing her to gasp at the air, her silent cry forcing her mouth open as she shuddered. A moment later, warm white liquid painted the inside of her mouth and spilled over her chin and neck as Therral stroked the last couple of steps into a climax. His moan joined theirs as the sight of two peaking dragonesses pushed him over the edge himself.

Shion and Therral fell against each other, collapsing with the queen below. The only sound was the grunt from Karlian as they fell on top of her, and the deep satisfied gasps of breath as they all basked in the afterglow. There were several minutes of waiting, before Karlian pushed gently at the two dragons.

“Alright… get up… you’re crushing me,” the purple dragoness groaned.

There was a couple of half-hearted apologies as the two servants rolled off their queen. They ended up laying in a near triangle shape, underbellies facing each other as their breathing slowed down. Shion gave her a small grin, to which Karlian responded with, a dribble of Therral’s seed escaping from the edge of her mouth. Shion suddenly frowned, before sending a glare at Therral.

“Did you cum all over her face?” she growled.

Therral gave an innocent whimper, “I didn’t want her to choke through an orgasm like that. I pulled out just before I finished myself.”

“Argh, males,” the cyan dragoness picked herself up and pulled herself over to lay beside Karlian, “Here your majesty, let me.”

Without waiting for an order, the females tongue began to groom over the dripping white seed. Karlian rumbled appreciatively as she raised her chin, allowing Shion better access. Karlian had swallowed the bit of the seed herself, or at least the stuff that had landed in her mouth. It was salty and warm, much like the scent of the red male. She wasn’t sure which taste she preferred between male and female. Both were an acquired taste, but the thought of both pleased her greatly.

As Shion cleaned her, Karlian caught the eye of Therral. He gave her a smirk and rolled his eyes. She chuckled, still a little blown away of the from that climax. The two dragons really were professionals at this craft. A little rumble of surprise rumbled through her as Shion’s snout was suddenly pressed against hers. The cyan dragon licked the traces of seed from Karlian’s scaled lips, pushing a little inside and forcing the queen’s mouth open. A small moan escaped the purple dragoness as Shion’s tongue pushed into her mouth. It tasted the inside of her mouth for several long moments, before Shion drew her head back with a satisfied grunt.

“There we go, all clean,” Shion smiled, before moving back with to her previous position.

Karlian watched her with wide eyes, breathing heavily.

“You two are incredibly hot, by the way,” Therral said with full seriousness.

Shion snorted, and winked at Karlian, “As if we don’t know that already.”

The queen nodded silently as she mentally replayed what had just happened. A similar feeling from the previous night was rushing through her. She wanted more. She wanted so much more. While her body was tired her imagination was on fire. Part of her wanted to do this all day, every day. Stuff being a queen. Mating with these two servants were so much better. With a rumbling growl she pushed herself shakily to her feet. The two looked at her, a little surprised.

“Shion, I want you on your back, legs and wings spread. I want to taste you again,” she growled huskily, “Therral, I want you on my back and inside me as soon as you can get your friend ready again.”

Shion blinked, “Aah… your majesty are you sure…”

“I’m sure,” the queen rumbled.

Therral smirked at Shion’s wide eyed looked, “Oh, if last night is anything to go by, she is just getting started.”

Karlian nodded in confirmation, looking down at the cyan dragoness in expectation. A sultry smile spread across the cyan dragon’s snout as she slyly rolled on to her back. Her legs spread open as her body wriggled eagerly. Her puffy slit was on full display for her queen. The purple female wasted little time before she was once again devouring Shion’s slit, and it wasn’t long after that a familiar weight fell against her back, and a wonderful length pierced her. After a big day, this is exactly what she needed.