Queenly Desires(Illustrated story!)
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Description: After secluding herself in the most distant corners of her castle, a dragoness queen realizes just how futile the battle against her heat is. Wishing not to stir foul gossip within her court, she invites an eastern dragon ambassador into her quarters with the intention of turning business into pleasure sooner than the ambassador suspects.
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Queenly Desires
The royal palace looked even more dazzling on the inside. Marble pillars stretched as tall as the eye could see to support the vaulted ceiling, clad in golden and light blue filigree. For every six feet, up until the top of the pillars, golden lamps stretched outwards, shaped in the form of dragon claws, clutching spheres of ethereal, blue flames that basked the throne room with an eerie yet fascinating glow.
To add to the room's grandeur, huge, stained glass windows stretched left and right, painted with a thousand colors, the symmetry of their exquisite patterns very pleasant to the eyes. The royal colors flanked the windows, a blue crescent moon on a field of gray.
It was a pity, that such grand room stood positively empty. The Queensguard who escorted Selkrath, a black gryphon by the name of Rakr, had informed the ambassador that the queen would see him in her private quarters, for reasons that puzzled him. During formal visits, a queen's place was on the throne, surrounded by councilors, so that they could whisper their suspicion into her ears.
"You're not a very talkative fellow, are you?" Selkrath's deep, rich voice broke the monotonous clatter of gryphon and dragon talons alike that pattered on the marble floor.
"I'm not an ambassador. Words have never been my trade," the gryphon responded, his nape feathers ruffling a little with veiled irritation. He must have dealt with a great many ambassadors, this one, to the point where their incessant prattling got under his skin.
Very well. Unlike the rest of them, Selkrath wasn't here to torture the poor bird. For his shortage of words, he sure made up in looks, his shapely, dark colored rump bearing strong and fluid shapes that stirred the ambassador's interest. Where he came from, gryphons were a rare sight. The heat of a desert city like Qyunghai never agreed with them, and neither did the dust. Coarse and irritating, it had the tendency to get everywhere, especially between their plumes. As if that wasn't enough, the arid ground would burn their soft, smooth paw pads, a sight that provoked equal parts amusement and pity.
"What is your trade, then? Surely there must be more to you than just escorting important figures like me to the queen and guarding her day and night."
"Serving. That's my trade."
How quaint. Frail, bipedal beings required guards. A dragoness like Malik, on the other hand, could take care of herself.
"Ah, serving," Selkrath said, catching up to Rakr so that he could look the gryphon in the eyes. "There is great fulfillment to be found in serving those who you believe in. I like to think that I serve the realm, uniting various people and cultures in spite of the differences they share."
"How do you do that?" The gryphon inquired.
Selkrath lifted his head, allowing his lavish, green mane to spill past the sides of his striped neck. "With tact, charm, patience and intimate knowledge of the people I deal with. Know their wants, their aspirations, their dreams, and you win half the battle."
Rakr didn't seem impressed. He led Selkrath into one of the two corridors stretching on the sides of the throne, basked in the azure light of the crescent moon above it, the honeyed scent of fertility growing a tad more noticeable to Selkrath's nostrils. He breathed it in, savoring its distinct fragrance that molded with the stale smell of the stone halls.
"An interesting answer for an interesting dragon." The gryphon's tufted tail swished left and right with renewed vigor, the furred tip twitching ever so slightly. "You must have planned this visit in quite the elaborate fashion. The timing couldn't be more right on your part."
"My dear feather, you honor me with your praise, but you're grossly overestimating my capabilities. I'm not one for schemes and plots. That's why I am ambassador. Haven't we both agreed that we're servants?"
Rakr shifted in front of Selkrath, wings tucked to his sides, beak clamped shut, eyes smoldering with the flame of jealousy.
It took all of Selkrath's power to suppress a grin. Of all the reactions he expected from the gryphon, overprotectiveness would have been the last.
"You serve whoever you serve, but I serve the queen whose palace you found your way in. You shall have one hour to discuss your diplomatic affairs, and not one minute more."
Poor, lustful bird. It seemed that a dragoness' heat enthralled the senses of not just dragons, but gryphons as well. Perhaps that was why the palace was so vacant, to keep the horny males from disturbing Malik with silly requests, if only to have a chance at stealing a glance of her moist slit.
"One hour is quite enough, I assure you."
Wait. That came out wrong, but once the words had flown from Selkrath's maw, there was no caging them back.
Rakr, as expected, narrowed his eyes in suspicion, increasing his pace to such speed Selkrath almost felt like they were running. It must have given the bird great satisfaction, to see an eastern dragon lumbering through the corridors and up a stairway, his constitution not accustomed to rapid walks or climbing stairs in a rush.
At the top of the stairway opened a spacious, circular room, illuminated by the customary magical flames burning within their golden sconces, completely devoid of windows. A golden dragoness with ivory horns and brown streaked wings guarded a single, massive wooden door inlaid with two crescent moons at the top and a series of flowing patterns and runes stretching under them.
Selkrath tensed for a moment, his muscles turning taut from the tendril of panic that slithered along his spine. For a moment, he thought the golden one reached the peak of her fertility, but that couldn't be, for the scent of heat hadn't yet dulled his senses or force his members out of their shelter. How embarrassing would that be, to get an erection in front of the queen herself?
"Inform the queen that Selkrath, ambassador of Qyunghai, is here," Rakr said to the dragoness, who used her magic to push the doors open and enter Malik's chambers. A rush of pheromones wafted out of the room, the aroma so pungent Selkrath curled his tail around his haunches and looked around the tower just to keep his thoughts straight.
"You know the rules, ambassador. Keep a healthy distance from the queen, speak only when she addresses you and don't dawdle."
"Of course I know the rules. They're the same in every kingdom--well, more or less..."
"Vanity. A trait that everybody with your profession seems to possess." Rakr let out a low squawk of disapproval and assumed his position on one side of the door, sitting on his haunches like a glorified sentry.
"Not vanity. Confidence. Would you treat with an ambassador who doesn't inspire certainty?"
Just before Rakr had the chance to reply, the dragoness exited the room, stretching a wing invitingly towards Malik's chambers.
"She's ready to receive you now."
Selkrath nodded, straightened his back and held his breath as he entered the room with slow, methodical footsteps, afraid that even the slightest of whiffs would trigger a most awkward reaction from his body. On the side of his vision, Rakr and the dragoness began rubbing their heads together, chirping and purring, acting so cute towards one another he found it hard to believe that Rakr was the same stern gryphon from before.
Once his paws found purchase on the lavish rug decorated with colorful patterns, the door sealed shut behind him, the soft thump making his heart leap within his chest. This was not how he expected this visit to unfold, sharing the same room with a dragoness--no, the queen herself--at the peak of her heat.
"Don't sit by the door. Come inside. Make yourself comfortable. We'll be here a while."
"Yes," Selkrath said, flicking his tongue over his snout, desperately trying to muffle the potency of her scent before it got to him. "I suppose we will. There are a great many things we should do and discuss."
Malik giggled softly, her voice as subtle as the azure velvet sheets covering the four post bed on the right side of the room, hemmed with gold and silver threading. The tall, mahogany wooden posts were carved in the imperial fashion, thick in the middle and spiraling towards the top and bottom, thinning visibly. A wide coverlet was spread over the pillows at the top of the bed, decorated with swirling silvery patterns and small dots that resembled stars.
The bed wasn't the only impressive thing about this room. Its sheer size inspired awe, three of the walls adorned with paintings and tapestries. A balcony stretched where the fourth wall should have been, with three grand arches from the top of which golden tassels of silk dangled, swirling in the wind.
Malik stood beneath one such marble arch, sitting on her haunches, looking at the city sprawling below, the sun's rays making her soft fur appear absolutely radiant. Her four wings were neatly folded across her back, and her tail was curled around a haunch, as still as her frame.
"Not what you expected to find, rrr?"
"You're right. The stories didn't mention just how immaculate your fur looks like," Selkrath said, only to chide himself with a low growl afterwards. That was a pathetic flirting attempt. Unwarranted, too! What was he thinking?!
Malik, too, snorted in amusement. "Do the stories often compliment the hindquarters of the queen, ambassador?"
He didn't know how to respond to that, so he simply moved around the room, adjusting his breathing to a slow pace, so as to avoid being overwhelmed by the alluring fragrance that permeated the room. His slit already tingled, willpower alone insufficient to keep his male instinct in check.
"I hope Rakr hasn't given you too much trouble," Malik eventually broke the silence. "He is very...dedicated to his task. That's what makes him so cute. You should see how flustered he is around me. All males are, especially now."
Malik curled her head around, her striking blue eyes freezing Selkrath on the spot. Her head had soft, elegant features, with a delicate, adorable snout and cute, furred ears that turned blue towards their tips. She wore a pair of golden pince nez glasses, their golden frame as striking as her royal tiara, engraved with silvery runes and adorned with sapphires. The crescent shaped mark on her forehead looked even more striking on her brow than it did on her banners, contrasting with the pristine white of her silky fur.
"I'm not flustered. I'm not even bothered by your heat," Selkrath lied. Under normal circumstances, his skills in deception would trick even the keenest of royals, but Malik narrowed her eyes, only to smile a moment after.
"Interesting. I had almost given hope of entertaining a normal discussion. During this time of the year, every male tends to stutter and peek under my tail more often than they should."
Malik turned around, bestowing the full splendor of her body upon Selkrath's wide eyes. Winged dragons had an innate beauty words alone couldn't describe, and in Malik's case, every strand of fur looked royal. She was meant to rule, as much as she was meant to make dragons like him feel small before her dignified presence.
"Not every male is an ambassador, my queen. We travel to places. We see and hear things that strengthen our resolve." Selkrath bowed his head, closing his eyes for a brief moment, not trusting himself to resist the temptation of chancing a look at her haunches.
"So you often discuss diplomatic affairs with females that go through their heat?"
"If the need arises, yes. Heat is naught but condensed temptation. Your grace doesn't strike me as the type who surrenders herself to it."
"You make this torment sound so glorious. The willpower of a queen, the strongest in all the land, able to withstand the needs of the body for the benefit of the realm." Malik flicked a forepaw around nonchalantly as she spoke, her gesture making Selkrath's ears perk in sudden interest. Everybody had heard of Malik's strength and resolve, but how many had seen this playful, sarcastic side of hers?
Before the ambassador had the chance at a reply, Malik began pacing around the room, holding Selkrath's gaze like a predator fixated upon its prey. "Very well, ambassador. If you're here for business alone, then business is what we'll discuss. Tell me of the place you come from, of its needs and interests, so that we may create a favorable alliance."
Something died within Selkrath upon hearing that. The tone of her voice shifted, acquiring a softer, more vulnerable touch, regretful almost. As much as he wished to take his words back and put the queen at ease, his diplomatic instincts took over, guiding him to shift his weight onto his haunches so that he could free his forepaws. Malik stopped in her tracks for a moment, scanning his serpentine body, admiring his flowing emerald mane, the similarly colored stripes that ran the length of his onyx colored body up to the bushy tail tip, and the light green plates protecting his chest and belly.
For the first time in his life, Selkrath felt self-conscious. Probably because the scent of heat flooded his nostrils, risking to expose his dragonhood to the queen herself. To distract himself from it, Selkrath searched for the first topic of discussion through the storm of thoughts that his mind became.
"Qyunghai is a desert city, my queen. We're best known for mining the riches of the land, for magic augmentations, trinkets, potions and silks. What little food enters the city comes from the Wailing Sea. The rest is hunted on the Emerald Plains to the west, plains which are...contested, to put it shortly."
"And I assume you need help in establishing which portion of land belongs to whom?"
"Only if the help has teeth, claws, steel or magic. The Emerald Plains have always been considered neutral territory, but that was until the nomadic tribes started to call themselves the free tribes. They erected their tents on our hunting grounds, thinking that conical formations of furs and leathers grant them better rights over the bounties of the plains."
"You're a dragon," Malik hissed. "Give them a taste of your talons, unless they dulled from all the walking you do."
Selkrath chuckled nervously, his haunches beginning to tremble a little from the pang of uncertainty that overtook him. He considered himself a good judge of character, but for some reason, he simply couldn't decipher Malik, who now wiggled her haunches playfully while groping at the fluffy carpet with her soft, blue paw pads.
"It's...not that straight forward. The tribes are backed up by a neighboring city called Govetharad. It's them that gave the scrawny rats courage to turn from nomads into settlers."
"I'll have to receive Govetharad's ambassador as well, presuming they have one. Have to hear his side of the story too."
Malik gave Selkrath a smug, infuriating, blood heating type of smile, the sort that showed him she was in control.
The ambassador fell back onto his fours, bowing his head in gratitude. "That is all I ask. We tried to negotiate with them ourselves, but they consider us warlocks, heralds of pestilence and every other superstitious term that happens to cross your mind."
"In that case, I shall send my own ambassador to them. Less bias this way."
"That would be wise indeed, considering they are a city of bipedals with no flying mounts. It would take the ambassador months to arrive here at the capital."
"Glad we can agree on that." Malik settled onto her belly to scratch at the fluff behind an ear with a three toed hind paw, her lifted haunch inadvertently presenting Selkrath with a glimpse of her damp slit.
The male gulped hard, looked away from it and tried to busy himself with a tapestry decorated with a most astounding mosaic. His heart hammered at his chest with hard, steady thuds, and his two penises wormed their way out of their sanctuary, poking through the soft fur of the rug. Try as he might to put lust at the back of his mind, Malik's pheromones addled his senses, and the more his cocks grew, the more pleasant the pressure his body exerted upon them felt, encouraging them to reach full mast in open view of the queen herself.
Well, not quite. Were it not for the bushy tail tip coiled around his side, things would have been more awkward and infinitely more embarrassing. As of this point, Selkrath could only hope Malik was distracted enough with his horns to avoid noticing that particular aspect of a male's anatomy.
Hope, and maybe delay things with more chatter to buy enough time for his erection to falter.
"There is another issue that I would like to bring to your attention, your grace," Selkrath spoke softly, maintaining his composure in spite of the distracting throbs coming from downstairs.
"That you have hardened? No need to speak of it," she said with a quick shake of her head. "I've already noticed it."
Selkrath's stomach sank, but the ambassador masked his shock with an elegant lick across his snout. "I am quite...I mean, I feel very...."
Why? Why couldn't he say that word? It practically hovered on the tip of his tongue, begging to be released.
Because it isn't true, Selkrath realized. Although blood boiled within his veins and his temples pounded, a perverse excitement welled within him, sparking a flame of courage that any sane ambassador should have kept snuffed out in the presence of royalty.
"How do you feel about this, Selkrath? Speak plainly."
Not sorry. Anything but sorry. That much, Selkrath knew, yet his manners still held him back.
"Confused? Perhaps a tad embarrassed? But certainly not sorry," he finally said
That caught Malik's interest. The queen pushed herself onto her fours, strolling towards the bed with methodical, elegant steps, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness.
"That is a brash thing to say. One might mistake it for arrogance, even foolishness."
"But not you, my queen. I'm not sorry for growing...enthusiastic at the prospect of being the one to help you through these trying times. I can't apologize for it, because no male on this earth has been made to resist your charm. You are, for lack of a better word, perfect, and there is a spiritual way to appreciate beauty, and a carnal way."
Malik stopped to break into musical laughter, the gentle hue of her voice soothing and intoxicating to Selkrath.
"You have a way with words, Selkrath, I'll give you that."
She gave him more than that. Before climbing into her bed, Malik lifted her tail, showing off her soggy fur and pink, appetizing lips, covered with a film of pungent arousal that made Selkrath growl lustfully.
"Now that you've seen me, I would like to see you as well. The whole you." Malik gently walked to the top of the bed, settling onto her side, adjusting her wings and haunches in such way that her sex was concealed from view.
Unable to refuse a royal command, Selkrath took a deep breath and got up, his tail twitching nervously as Malik's eyes absorbed his twin members.
"Do they both come out at the same time?"
"Yes."
"And do they make the copulation more...intense?" Malik's voice turned dimmer, softer, almost wishful.
"Very much so. Among our kind, custom is that a male should always penetrate his mate with a single member during their first time, to dilute the pleasure and to bring her to the peak of pleasure. It is considered great insult, for the male to cum before his mate does during their first mating, so we do what we can to prevent that from happening."
"Sounds like a very strange custom." Malik's gaze lost its intensity, acquiring a dreamy look, shortly before her ears perked and her head drew back, as if a revelation struck her. "What about your mate, Selkrath? Have you...slighted her in the way that you described earlier?"
She rumbled in amusement, already enjoying herself. Selkrath, however, dipped his head. "I don't have a mate. Not yet, at least. My gallivanting habits make it difficult to form a permanent bond. The females that I have been with, however, enjoyed themselves as much as I enjoyed them. That, I guarantee."
Malik's purr increased in intensity. Her haunch shifted a little forward, her tail splaying along the bed, uncovering her femininity for the third time. This wasn't a mere display. No. It was more than that.
An invitation.
Selkrath could see it in Malik's eyes, smoldering with craving born from the moment she had seen his cocks. He could see it in her posture, sprawled along the bed in a relaxed yet tense sort of way, the anticipation of his answer keeping her on the edge.
The ambassador's confidence and eagerness bloomed as he looked upon her lean frame, so majestic and vulnerable at the same time. She might have been the queen with her other subjects. She used to be his queen until a minute ago as well.
Right now, however, Malik chose to relinquish her lofty rank and simply presented herself to him as a dragoness in need, without fears of reservations. That made her infinitely more beautiful in Selkrath's eyes, and his shafts tensed up, dribbles of precum leaking past his tips, his own need much too obvious.
Malik growled playfully, rolling onto her back, pushing a hind paw straight into Selkrath's face as the dragon crawled into her bed.
"It's my bed, meant for one single dragon to sleep in it."
Selkrath nibbled on her toes, nuzzling her soft pads gently. "I'm not a winged dragon, my dear. I won't take too much room."
He resumed licking her hind paw, stealing a glance to her inviting lips as he did, each tongue stroke making Malik's breath shudder and hitch in her throat occasionally. Her toes flexed under the caress of his tongue, fanning out to allow him complete access over her hind. She must have yearned for the touch of another dragon for quite a while, for her whole frame stiffened, and her wings splayed across the bed to expose their fluffy underside.
Watching a dragoness expose her belly for him sent warm tingles through Selkrath's limbs. Most males in his position would have had eyes for her drenched and ready slit only, coated with copious amounts of female arousal, the puffy lips standing out amidst her soggy fur. Selkrath, however, found his gaze drifting towards her eyes, so warm and full of unbridled passion.
After he licked a shivering toe one more time, Selkrath slithered his way up to her head, nuzzling her brow and neck, humming at her lightly as he dabbed his tongue at her snout.
"I don't remain convinced. This bed seems to hold the both of us just fine. I'm almost tempted--"
Her forepaw slid over his snout. "I don't want your words, ambassador. This time, I want you. Let's not break the immersion of this moment."
Selkrath teased her with a dash of his tongue across her snout. When the dragoness leaned her head back and purred suggestively, he continued along her neck, lathering her fur with a layer of liquid affection that the dragoness seemed to enjoy a great deal.
"Mrrr, you're so skilled with your tongue," Malik purred, her eyes closed while she basked in his pleasant treatment. "Make me feel like I am your mate. Treat me as if I am your mate. I...I want to experience everything that a female noodle goes through during her first copulation," Malik spoke with soft, shuddering words.
"A noodle? That word is not fit for royalty." Selkrath teased, switching over to one of her forepaws, climbing his way slowly to her fanned digits. "That's what the commoners call us. Eastern Dragons, flying serpents, cloud snakes, and of course, noodles."
"Mmm, I like calling you Noodle, although you won't know whether I am referring to you or to them."
Selkrath's cheeks burned with a fierce blush when Malik's hind paw touched his hardness, her pads sliding over the smooth, green, tapered flesh. He churned with the urge to ask her why. Why him? A dragoness like her could have had any male she wanted at the tip of her claws, and yet, she chose to share the bed with him. Surely there must have been other suitors of more noteworthy ranks!
Rather than dwell on that matter, Selkrath's snout continued its meandering path along her body, his tongue leaving no patch of fur untouched. For an already moist and horny female, that proved almost too much, her toes curling inwards every time a shudder heralded her want for relief.
Once he reached her hindquarters, Selkrath pinned her tail down with his own, sat on his haunches to free his forepaws, and grasped her left hind paw with a fore, allowing his digits to slide between her toes so that their paws locked together. Then, he slowly dragged it to the side while he ran his tongue down her inner thigh, inching closer and closer towards her exposed slit.
Malik's frame tensed, her tail tip twitching with impatience, her wriggling toes mirroring it. With his senses dulled from the intoxicating scent of heat, Selkrath felt unusually brave, enough to blow a puff of warm air upon her slit before switching to the other haunch. His free forepaw caressed her taut muscle, groping at it gently, the pressure of claws pricking at her hide eliciting weak growls from Malik.
Selkrath's own hum of satisfaction vibrated within his throat. He was pleased with her reactions, and he enjoyed taking things slow, until her snort of irritation urged him to disentangle his snout from between her toes and face her.
"When I made my request, I hardly expected you to be so methodical." Her hind paw clamped down upon his fore, squeezing him hard enough to get her point across.
"That is one side of me you will have to get used to," Selkrath added, offering her a meek smile as he teased her wiggling toes with a nuzzle. A few licks over them got Malik purring. The nibble that followed drew a surprised gasp from her, the dragoness hardly expecting Selkrath's teeth to caress her paw pads in such intimate way. She pulled her paw back, but Selkrath's snout followed suit, licking away her apparent discomfort.
"Grah, that tickled," she said, even though her huffs of desire suggested otherwise. Selkrath played along, letting her toes guide his tongue along them, between them, her paw turning and grasping at his snout and ears in the cutest, most surprising of ways.
"There. Have I made amends?" Selkrath asked.
Malik's hind paw latched around his left horn, guiding him towards her slit. "Hardly. There is one spot that still demands your attention."
Selkrath threw her a provocative glance and began dragging his snout along her belly, massaging her sides with his forepaws. When he reached her sex, Selkrath slowed down with his licks, circling her slit with his snout, and only poking his tongue out to taste the honey off the wet fur surrounding her crevice.
His ploy worked. The mere thought of that tongue advancing upon her exposed lips made Malik's breath grow labored and her ears flatten along her skull in anticipation.
Her reaction fueled Selkrath's conviction to give Malik a memorable experience. Ever since they met, she nurtured that spark of desire within him, stoking it, flaring it bit by bit, until its warmth seeped into Selkrath's mind, melting away the doubt which kept him from pursuing his happiness.
Armed with this new resolve, he rounded her slit with short, careful tongue strokes, slurping away the arousal that leaked from her puffy vent in tiny rivulets. Thin yet slimy, it bore a smooth, earthy fragrance, its taste stirring Selkrath's blood, making him crave for more of that delicious female nectar.
"You're snarling. How cute!" Malik's mirthful voice felt weak, slightly diluted by the pressing throbs of Selkrath's cocks. Primal lust filled his senses, made stronger by the long and lonesome periods of travel.
Foreplay all but forgotten to him, Selkrath sought to clench his thirst by dipping his snout into Malik's heated folds, taking a deep whiff laden with her scent, then slurping the nectar off her shuddering lips, releasing a feral growl as he pulled back, staring at Malik while her juices dribbled down his goatee.
"I've seen males give in to their feral side after a single slurp, but none was as voracious for my sex as you are. Rraaarrr, tuck in," Malik growled back at him, swatting his inner haunch with her tail, her hinds clenching around his forepaw and horn. "Show me what a noodle like you does to his female."
Not just a female. His female. That struck a chord with Selkrath, who towered above her splayed body, her slit at the mercy of his snout. Although he tried taking deep breaths to suppress that wild side of him and calm down his racing heart, the aftertaste of her juices lingered upon his tongue, fettering his senses, urging his snout lower, lower, right upon those dainty lips.
Selkrath kissed them briefly, unable to contain his urge to nibble on them ever so softly. Malik loosened a sharp trill from this unexpected turn of events, the pressure exerted upon her already swollen folds so blissful to the dragoness that her toes stretched briefly, only to clamp down upon his forepaw once again.
"Keep going. Don't hold back," she said breathlessly, shudders rippling through her haunches and slit.
Selkrath gave her no moment of respite, lapping away at her folds with broad, sweeping strokes of his tongue. He didn't pierce her yet, intent on slurping every single droplet of arousal off her lower belly and lips before resting his snout upon her vent, inhaling her exquisite aroma, then exhaling warm puffs of air upon her lips, making Malik giddy with excitement.
She licked her snout in anticipation, swiping away some of the nervousness that began to gather within her. She had probably thought of this moment multiple times, playing it over in her head, wondering how Selkrath's tongue or member would feel inside her, quite a taboo thought for a queen.
Now, she had the chance to find out.
After taking a deep breath, Selkrath parted her heated, trembling folds with his long tongue. Thinner at the tip and thicker towards the middle, his flexible appendage put an end to Malik's purr, replacing it with a thinning growl that grew in intensity the deeper he sank into her nether depths. Her muscles tightened around him, pulling him in with those rhythmical throbs, Malik's shuddering moans, swaying hips and clenching toes only serving to emphasize her need.
More of Selkrath's tongue followed, his thicker half disappearing into the moist, fleshy vent. His girth rolled over Malik's lips, shattering her moan into a deepening growl.
By the elements, but was she sensitive!
Selkrath swirled his tongue inside her, collecting as much of her sweet juices off those smooth, muscular walls as possible before retreating to swallow and rub her lips with the soft surface of his snout to keep her on the edge.
"Hrrr, I almost--almost came," Malik stuttered through the panting breaths she took. "You shouldn't have pierced me so deep!"
"I want to, and so do you," Selkrath replied, an elegant smirk etched upon his face as his forepaw grasped her hind in a tight embrace. The firm touch of paw upon paw added to Malik's pleasure, her toes stretching and curling inwards constantly, emphasizing her impatience at getting off from Selkrath's tongue.
He pressed his snout tighter against her slit, squeezing those swollen lips, the texture of his snout flaring Malik's pleasure. Her tail wrapped around one of his hind legs, squeezing at him persistently, just like the muscles of her vent did.
His tongue slipped into her once again, brushing against her slit, then delving into her trembling passage, all too eager to receive something tight, muscular and flexible within its sensitive confines. Selkrath kept his tongue rigid while stretching her, getting Malik accustomed to his thickness, allowing her to mold around him before twisting his tongue tip this way and that to further spread her apart.
Rather than pulling out of her, Selkrath remained inside, advancing upon her cervix bit by bit. The deeper his tongue slithered, the tighter Malik became, and the louder her growls, hisses and moans grew. The spasms rushing through her insides picked up in intensity as well, drenching Selkrath with fresh waves of arousal. With extra lubrication to ease his passage, he had no trouble pushing most of his tongue inside Malik, teasing that tight ring of flesh with the swirling tip of his tongue over and over again, her moaning growls music to his ears.
Pushed so close to her orgasm, Malik sought to augment her bliss by thrusting her hips against Selkrath's snout, the row of scutes covering the upper side of his snout almost disappearing into her delicate depths during a harder and more satisfying shove of her hips. His tongue twisted and turned inside of her, stimulating her past the point of no return while his tongue tip relentlessly rammed at her tight cervix, one of the most sensitive regions that a long, serpentine tongue like his could tease.
Malik's response was immediate. Her hips shoved hard against his snout, her slit slamming upon his sensitive nostrils, making Selkrath snort and push his tongue deeper inside Malik. That triggered the unrelenting clenches of her tightening depths, the flowing motion meant to suckle the seed out of a male's member. And she had such a strong grip! Almost as hard as the pressure her toes exerted upon his forepaw when they curled inwards from the too demanding pleasure flooding Malik's body.
After she fluttered her wings a few times and rolled from side to side, Malik's frame fell limp, her eyes scrunched tight as her roar burst out of the depths of her chest. Shudders marred its rich tone, and it quickly faltered into whimpering moans as strength fled from Malik's frame in the form of thin rivulets of savory female cum.
Her shuddering insides splashed them against Selkrath's snout with unrelenting spurts, each richer than the last. He flinched as they splattered all over his face, some of it sneaking its way into his nostrils, filling them with the most pleasant scent Selkrath ever inhaled.
Once her tremors died down and her walls loosened enough around Selkrath to retreat his tongue, the eastern dragon began slurping her excess juices, lapping at her folds with an eagerness that surprised even himself. He felt like a hatchling who pleasured his first female, so addicted to her nectar that he had to drink in every drop.
"Well well," Malik drawled as she exhaled her pent-up sigh. "Your tongue rivals the mating abilities of other males for sure. Maybe I should rely more on it and less on what sprouts from between your haunches, rrr?" she growled playfully, bumping Selkrath's slick snout with the tip of a hind toe.
Selkrath gave it a brief lick, then retreated a few steps from Malik's slit, staggering onto his fours from the intoxicating haze of bliss that weighed upon his mind. Mate her. That was what he wanted the most. To mate the female whose scent and taste filled his mouth and nostrils. His members practically leaked precum, encouraged by the lewd thoughts swirling through Selkrath's lust addled mind.
"Then you would be missing on this," Selkrath said as he shifted over her, distracting her with affectionate licks over her face while he arched his back, driving the first of his tapered shafts into her soppy pussy, snarling from the pressure exerted on his overly tight and sensitive flesh.
"And you would...be missing on this as well," he added as he maneuvered his second cock around, probing for her tight pucker, pushing at it with fast but soft thrusts, allowing his precum lathered tip to slowly lubricate her shuddering tailhole.
Malik's haunches spread to the sides like a flower, giving Selkrath full control of her body, her snout wrinkled with a mask of pleasure, her lips pulled up into a lust-filled snarl. She was such a delicate, vulnerable thing. Up until he penetrated her, Selkrath hadn't realized how tight her folds were, or how hard her tailhole muscles grasped at his member. The queen must have reined in her urge for a long and tedious while before she finally succumbed to it.
And now that she did, Selkrath wanted nothing more than to give her the time of her life.
First, his hind paws latched firmly around the base of her haunches, while his forepaws grasped her shoulders. Then, he slowly brought his head forward, muffling her vision with his face, keeping her from stealing a look at what he was doing to her through gentle licks. The less she saw, the more she'd feel, and that was what Selkrath wanted. For her other senses to fade into the background, until all that remained was overwhelming pleasure.
"I know. I know how good it feels, my dear," he cooed into her ear. His hips rolled back and forth, pushing both of his cocks inside her at the same time. Every time he did, Malik's frame turned taut. Her toes would stretch, and she would cry out his name or growl, hiss or trill, lost in utter bliss. Her heated folds swallowed his girth like a hungry predator, her pussy squelching from the thrusts, her tailhole clamping hard upon his other member, trapping it within those heated depths.
Feeling his control slipping and his throbs picking up, Selkrath increased the pace of his thrusts, rocking back and forth with undulating strokes, quenching Malik's need through each subsequent push of his twin penises. The tapered tips stretched her, loosened her, guided her towards the peak of pleasure.
His limbs trembling with the effort to contain his orgasm for just a moment longer, Selkrath wrapped his paws around Malik's neck and dragged her tight against his chest, holding her tight, like a lover, as he shoved both of his cocks into her, down to their very base.
Overwhelmed by the thick meat that filled her from two ends, Malik cried out with sheer abandon, gushing out a wave of hot femcum while the muscles of her tailhole sealed tight around Selkrath's other dick. The unrelenting pressure broke through the ambassador's efforts to hold back his seed, causing him to growl and unleash his essence into his beloved, filling her to the brim through the thick lances of seed that erupted out of his twin cocks. Their hips rocked against one another, their bodies shivering, their tongues dancing across their faces as the two dragons enjoyed this fleeting moment of utter delight.
As soon as he tapered off inside his queen, Selkrath pulled out, his generous amounts of seed overflowing out of her tailhole and shuddering pussy. He coiled protectively around her, nuzzling her neck while Malik admired his doing with half-closed and dreamy eyes.
"You must have been very lonely on the way here."
"You must have been very lonely within your palace, my queen," Selkrath countered.
Her giggle made Selkrath feel more conflicted than ever. Here he was, mating with a queen at the peak of her fertility. Ambassadors did that, every now and then, but no fool had ever risked it with a female in heat.
I shouldn't have mated her, Selkrath realized. I'll be gone in a few days, and she'll be left with the shame I bestowed upon her.
Noticing his pensive mood, Malik shifted onto her belly, placing her forepaws on top of Selkrath's while she rubbed her cheek against his chest, her soft purrs dispersing through his scutes.
"Mrrr, you're a rare treat, ambassador. I'll send message to Qyunghai to promote somebody else to the rank of ambassador. You'll remain here in the capital with me, to dutifully serve your queen as her consort."
Selkrath perked his head. "Is that...even possible?"
"I'm the queen. I get to decide what is possible and what isn't."
Her words warmed Selkrath's heart, and the reassuring weight of a dragoness resting in his embrace gave him honest proof that Malik meant every single word.
"Consort," Selkrath tested the word upon his tongue, grinning. "I can live with that."
***THE END***
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