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The celebration was in full swing. Everywhere people were setting off fireworks and making music in honour of their guardian.

The streets were filled with joyous festivalgoers, stalls selling food and trinkets, and games to win prizes.

It was the annual celebration in the honour of the lord of Atlantis, the immortal Primagen.

Guiding his people, he had crafted a safe area where they could live free from persecution, from famine, from hate.

Civilians were regarded as equals and worked together to keep the city going, with the lords magical bag providing aid in case of failed harvests.

He was a stern ruler, wanting his subjects to be self-sufficient, but cared deeply for them.

As such, they revered him to no end, celebrating his name wherever they went.

The green dragon walked nervously to the nearby building, where he was summoned for preparation.

He was chosen this year as a tribute for the Atlantean, as lord Primagen was known.

The city had a ritual during each celebration to provide a tribute to serve as a personal concubine until the next year, although most of them chose to stay in the harem.

Tecwyn was officially chosen due to his dancing skills, but unofficially he was also trained in the carnal pleasing of others, and as such would make a nice replacement of the female badger chosen last year.

He was instructed to lie down in a mineral bath, while beauticians adorned his horns in gems and gold, after polishing his scales to a gentle glimmer.

His body was draped in silk clothes befitting a dancer, adorned with small gems and veils, just like the lord liked them.

Blushing, the dragon looked in the mirror and what looked back was an enticing version of himself, ready to tantalize any male and shimmering brightly, a jewel befitting royalty.

Lastly, his tail was adorned with bracelets, colourful beads were woven in his tuft, and silken protection was placed around the tail spikes, to prevent damage.

The outfit was flattering, accentuating the hips and the behind, yet easily undress able, although this wasn't needed, since the pants had a low cut near the tail, allowing easy access to the hole.

Tecwyn never had felt so handsome and belonging ever in his life, but the nerves quickly came back: "What if he will reject me? My families honour and the celebrations depend on it"

This was apparently shown on his face, as the beauticians started reassuring him and gushing about how the guardian would love him from his looks alone.

They were not done yet though, as one of them sprayed his body with a citrus based oil, freshening his body and making beautiful patterns on the silk.

A second one took a floral based gel, and proceeded to rub it over the dragon's slit, massaging it around the edges and slipping in, spreading it out over the inner walls and muscles.

This was not only done for the scent, but also act as a libido suppressant. The lord was known to enjoy all the forms of carnal pleasure, but the ritual was supposed to show gratitude and promote his rule.

Therefore, the pleasure was only to be given to Primagen during the initial mating.

Lastly, a lubricant was added in and around his tail-ring. Made of a rare kind of pepper, it heated the anus, relaxing the muscles and increasing the pleasure of the recipient, filling him with lust and eagerness.

Tecwyn couldn't stand by stoically anymore, moaning as one of the handmaidens fingered his hole and pushed slightly back into her hand, if not for the others holding him back giggling, having seen this behaviour before.

Eventually he got used to the feeling of the well lubricated behind, and he was ready in time for the grand climax of the festival, a pun which definitely was intended by the original celebrants.

His heart beat fast in his chest, not out of anxiety, but of excitement now.

His worries had melted and been replaced by lust, which actually made him focused now.

The doors opened and he began to move.

What made the celebration special, is that the room he came from was a distance away from the podium where the lord was placed.

The concubine was supposed to show his or her assets, to be admired by the people and for the civilians to place their blessings upon the tribute, the wishes for the wellbeing and continued protection of their lord.

As the music started, Tecwyn replaced his steps by dancing, swaying his hips with each step and swinging his tail.

The people cheered him on, wishing the best and shouting words of support, all the way to the stage, sometimes spreading confetti or flower petals in his path.

Reaching the end of the road, he danced upon the stage, and with an expert twirl, he ended on one knee, in front of Primagen

Looking up towards his lord, he saw the gentle smile of the snake-bird hybrid. Having ruled for many centuries, he was accustomed to this ritual, yet that never stopped him nor the city from celebrating.

He was laying in the middle of the square on an assortment of luxurious pillows, draped in nought but a few articles of velvet, in a deep purple, befitting his nobility.

Tecwyn felt his nerves return, being in front of the ruler, being dressed as a concubine, being in the middle of the city plaza. It was not embarrassment, but rather a feeling of unworthiness. He remembered the celebrations of the past years, how the people cheered for the consort-to-be, how he longed to be in that position as well, to pledge himself, his time, his pleasure, his body, to his lord.

Yet...when Primagen looked at him, it wasn't a look of contempt, nor was it one of a predatory being. This was the look of a genuine benevolent ruler, one that would give himself to his people, which is why his people gave themselves to him....Tecwyn supressed a chuckle as he knew this was literal in his case.

"Stand up, ye who will pledge himself unto me. Show your lord what it is that you offer"

The dragon stood up, as the music once more started playing, this time a more sensual riff. He knew the moves, he had trained for this for many years, and when he was chosen, he got expert training from former consorts. This wasn't a dance of mirth, nor was it merely a seductive movement. This was akin to a prayer, moving with purpose, grace, and the essence of desire. The desire to be chosen, to please, to let the guardian know he would be taken care of, of every single whim

This dance contained only purity, yet still managed to convey lust. It was a controlled set of movement, yet imbued with raw nature.

It enraptured the watchers, and most of all, it caught the eye of Primagen.

Ending the dance, Tecwyn once again fell down to his knee, as he was instructed to do, hoping the lord was pleased with his performance.

He heard movement, and lifted his head, seeing the chimaera get up and slither slowly towards him. The look on his face had something predatory now, yet without losing its kindness. As he closed the distance, he gestured wordlessly for the dancer to get up, and as he stood before him, drew him in for a kiss by the chin, accompanied by applause and cheers from the bystanders.

"This is it" The dragon thought "I have been chosen.....me, of all people..."

These thoughts made his eyes water from happiness, but this pleasure wasnt his, he remembered, but in celebration for the lord.

As the kiss ended, both of them smiled at each other, connecting by locking their eyes. Tecwyn would never forget how gentle these black eyes looked, dark, but with light hidden within, safety..

Suddenly, his demeanour changed, his body language hardened, and Primagen grabbed the dragon firmly, not hurting him, but taking over control, as he guided him downward, towards the slit his royal sceptres hid in.

Using his claws, he gently spread the slit, and a wave of musk spilled out from it, the delicious scent of the chimaeras soft flesh. Pressing his muzzle close to the opening, Tecwyn inhaled deeply, drinking in the wonderful smell of his lord, before coaxing the members out with his flexible tongue.

In this moment, he started to forget the people around him, the festivities and the cheering. Right now, only the pleasure of his lord mattered, everything else was merely a distraction.

"That's right, you are doing great, my little hatchling. Now give them a good polishing if you wish to get your reward"

Blushing, the dragon managed to get out the twin members of Primagen, and grasped them in his claws, the warmth filling them and slightly damp due to his oral attentions. He started stroking the one is his left claw, while his right thumb played with the tip of the other member, pushing his muzzle back into the slit, licking around the bases of the members, enjoying the taste of the soft and supple flesh between them.

Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the servants in the background. They were busy moving the pillows to the couple, placing it behind the hybrid, who without looking, fell down backward on them, using his strong tail to keep the dragon in the position around his members.

Another pair of servants headed over to Tecwyn himself, and with some strong chains, bound his tail to his horns after lifting it, allowing everyone to look upon his backdoor entrance.

He felt flushed, yet also proud and rather lustful, being so vulnerable, so open and exposed. Proceeding to harden the twin dicks of the airsnake, he felt they were now ready for the next step, and put one of them in his mouth, while stroking the other one. As his mouth went down, his claw went up, and vice versa. He fell into a rhythm, alternating pleasure upon the members, stimulating both as his lord guided his movements with his tail, sporting a relaxed visage.

Wanting to please his lord, he took both members in his maw, stimulating them as they rubbed against his inner cheeks while his tongue tickled the tips.

Suckling on both dicks at the same time, he managed to get pre to discharge, accompanied by sighs of pleasure of the guardian.

"Stop. That will be enough" Primagen suddenly spoke.

Tecwyn was surprised, did he do something wrong? Was he unsatisfactory?

"Do not worry, my draconic consort, I just want to get to the main course"

He smirked as he said this, and his servants proceeded to bind the dragons claws behind his back.

As helpless as he was, Tecwyn actually enjoyed this, and was now looking forward to what this magnificent beast had in store for him.

He didn't have to wait long, as the strong tail coiled around his midriff, lifting him up with relative ease, and positioned him with his back to the lord, and his hole over the twin cocks.

Kind yet commanding, a single order was issued: "Sit"

With great pleasure, the dragon obeyed, kneeling over the chimaera, and showing off his hole first.

As he tried to sit on one of the dicks, he heard a chuckle behind him, followed by : "Both"

'Did he want me to use both at the same time?'

The dragon paused for a moment, and gulped audibly. He had been training, preparing his hole with toys of various sizes, even fooled around with a horse or two, but even then, that was more length than girth.

Would he be able to fit both of them simultaneously?

He guessed there was only one way to find out, as a servant helpfully pressed both members together, aiming the heads to his lubricated hole.

steadied by the tail wrapped around him, the dragon lowered himself, kneeling down over the pointed dicks and feeling their tips tease his hole.

As soon as they touched him, a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine and a lustful heat came over him, as the lubricant had heightened the sensitivity of his nerves almost a hundredfold. If he wasn't being restrained by the tail at this point, he likely would have tried to impale himself on the dicks.

After the initial wave calmed down, and he had a better grip on these feelings, while the tail released its grip on him.

Lowering himself, Tecwyn felt both members press in with only moderate resistance, guided by the soothing words of the chimaera. "That's it my little pet, take them in gently, make this last. This is your calling and you feel wonderful"

Hearing this, the dragon involuntarily clenched his sphincter around the cocks, and ended up stimulating his nerves even more, moaning loudly as they slid ever deeper into him.

With some effort, but luckily no major discomfort, he managed to bottom out, the Atlantean dicks fitting in him snugly, yet the tips were slightly spreading out inside, pushing against his inner walls as if they were trying to find the special sensitive spot of the prostate.

Tecwyn opened his eyes and looked around, seeing the crowd at the public claiming of the lords new consort, hearing them cheer and watch intently.

Thus, he decided to give them a show to remember.

He lifted himself up again, sliding the members out, before plunging down again, setting a rhythm himself, to show his lord skill, to show the people his dedication, but most of all, because it felt good.

The world around him once more started to drift away, his mind enraptured by the public mating, his body moving on his own and his face panting in between moans of ecstasy.

He could hear sounds of pleasure of his lord behind him and felt the tail coil around him once more, as Primagen used it to guide the tempo, taking control of the fucking and making the dragon feel like a glorified toy.

As such, it became much more intense as the speed picked up. The chimaeras hips started actively pushing in with force as Tecwyn himself was thrust down upon them, the lubricant having an effect on both if them.

Suddenly, a loud birdlike cry came from the guardian, as his twin members erupted inside the draconic ass, filling his bowels with a sticky load of cum, while Tecwyn let out a subdued roar of pleasure himself.

The dicks still inside him while they were delivering more of the hybrids cream, Tecwyn felt being pulled back onto the pillows and partially on his lord, who took him in a gentle embrace, while whispering in his ear: "That was simply marvellous, I would be honoured to count you among my consorts"

Smiling at these words, Tecwyn wanted to let himself fall into this embrace, when he suddenly was lifted up. The chimaera used his tail to pull him off his dicks, and as they left his anus, they did so with a wet pop, smearing cum over his behind as more started dripping out of it. Tecwyn was placed in front of the guardian as his hands were unbound. "Do be a dear however and clean up after yourself" Primagen said with a playful grin on his beak while pointing at his wet dicks.

"Happy to oblige, my lord" Tecwyn responded, lowering himself on all fours before his new master, lapping at the members, while showing off his messy behind to the crowd, a testament to both his pleasure to the lord, as well as his lords virility.

Licking and suckling, the dragon cleaned his master of both cum, sweat and lubricant, enjoying the rests while a gentle hand guided his movements.

Finishing these ministrations, he straightened himself but sat down on his knees, while the rest of his bonds were now being undone, for the last step of this celebration was upon them.

Primagen arose as one of his consorts, a grizzled direwolf, brought to him an object on a pillow, which Tecwyn recognised a s a collar.

"As the city provides itself to me, so shall I provide and guard it in turn. Arise now as the newest member of my harem, Tecwyn" He said as he held the collar in front of him.

It was a handcrafted golden collar, with an engraving of the skyline of the city, with emeralds inserted on them, shining just as bright as Tecwyns own scales.

As he felt the collar being clasped around his neck, he simply brimmed with joy

"It will be an honor to be part of it, my lord Primagen"

As he answered, the dire wolf grinned from the side, and Primagen pulled the dragon in for a hug, as they both fell backward on the pillows, having a well-deserved rest, while the rest of the city cheered and celebrated.

The celebration was a success, the city was happy and the guardian was happy.

For the dragon, this didn't matter, for the only think that mattered right now, was the warm embrace and gentle touch of Primagen.