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Draconic politics were draining. Caizoth came to realize that quickly after assuming his position as king. Oh, the perks of being king were fantastic, with his own harem of eager females - and occasionally, even males - eager to be mounted and filled with royal seed. The amazing meals. The beds were beyond comfortable. But keeping up appearances, the constant paranoia of having to analyze the schemes of the nobles and suitably counter-scheme them in turn, _that_was murder on his psyche. It was like being constantly involved in a game of chess, but one that you _had_to play, at all times, lest your opponent mate you. The young king considered himself lucky to have Vaine by his side, as after being freed from her servitude, she quickly developed a natural knack for that game of cloak-and-dagger, and her thinking was entirely different to that of the typical dragon, which meant her machinations were unpredictable and alien to them.

Still, she was only a fox, and as such, while she was never outright outmaneuvered, there was little she could do when the nobles turned public opinion against her, saying that a fox could never be the queen of Dragonfort, that Cai would be required to choose a proper scaly consort for himself, if not in spirit then at least as a figurehead to give him a suitably royal heir. Cai himself, despite his cold intellect, was caught off guard by this nearly unanimous decision, but in turn, it played directly into Vaine's paws. The vixen had quickly grown bored of having to stand in the spotlight and meet the queenly expectations, preferring to stand to the side, unnoticed if not unseen, influencing others indirectly and rigging the game.

Thus, her being reduced - at least publicly - to a servant once more didn't bother her terribly much, and in turn, it bothered Cai less as well. He'd only have to pay lip service to whoever became the new queen, but his heart would remain with the crafty vixen. While he'd also have to breed the new queen, it wasn't something that either of the two were opposed to; it'd only take a few matings, and before and after that, the vixen would receive the lion's share of his affections. That, and she'd recently laid a clutch of strange half-draconic eggs, and needed a few weeks to recover regardless, despite having become rather accustomed to mating with her king.

The constant injections of hot draconic cum had had an effect on her body. Not as dramatic as the effects were on other dragons, but nonetheless, her hips had grown just a little bit wider, her passage more capacious, and on some parts of her body, she'd developed subtle scales, running up along her spine and spreading over her shoulders, jet black and beautiful, with a nearly oily shimmer in sunlight. At times, her shoulder-blades would ache, and her best guess was that she'd eventually sprout wings, which she found herself anticipating almost as much as her next breeding. After all, if she could fly, the sky was quite literally the limit. But it'd be a while until it happened, should it in fact happen at all.

So while she waited to recover enough to mate again, soon enough, she figured she'd enjoy seeing Cai mate with a proper dragoness up close. So for her, at least, there were several positives in being dethroned, but being the vixen that she was, she plotted revenge against the nobles nonetheless; the kind of revenge that'd leave them all bred. The first target for this would be the new queen.

The council of nobles had fallen into infighting when the female members realized that they had the a very real chance to ascend to the throne. Most felt some manner of distaste that the current king was a mere commoner by blood, but he'd earned his position, and to remove him from that position, they'd have to be cunning. The week after presenting Cai with that ultimatum and getting him to agree with it, several of the nobles disappeared, others ending up bred by the lowest of the low - somehow, nobody had the slightest idea of why - and ousted from their positions, until only a few remained. Eventually, only one remained who dared to lay a claim to queendom; Scathe, the black dragon who'd been the most eager to see the old king fall.

Scathe was, perhaps, the most negative towards Cai as the current king. While she certainly preferred him to the ancient red who had preceded him, she regardless felt that the lord of the lands should be of noble blood, and she hatched a plan to replace him with a king of her choice; she'd prevent him from siring an heir. With a noble, such a plan would've been impossible, but Cai wouldn't be considered one until after his blood had been mixed with royalty, such as through breeding. And so, she took every precaution to not allow him to successfully fertilize her.

Cai, of course, was experienced enough with dragon politics at this point to realize what was going on when the new queen wouldn't swell even after repeated couplings. He'd initially been positive, as the black dragoness was rather beautiful with her curved horns and her deep onyx scales, and she had helped him. He'd gone as far as willingly choose her as the stand-in for the real queen, Vaine, and Vaine herself had approved. They'd consummated their union in the throne room, in plain sight of all who wished to see, the very first time. But even during that very first euphoric mating, as Cai mounted his new consort, he'd suspected something was wrong, feeling the very tip of his cock bump against something oddly firm inside her. At first, he'd presumed that this was merely her cervix, but given the lack of obvious signs of pregnancy, he deduced it to be something more. A plug, perhaps enchanted, to hinder his seed from taking root. Too small and too deep for draconic claws to pluck out, and he could not accuse the new queen of foul play in the open; appearances were, as always, to be kept up.

And so that night, he and Vaine worked on a scheme of their own.

"A plug?" Vaine asked repeated what the dragon had just told her. "There's no way she wouldn't notice me removing it. I'd have to get my whole arm in there," she murmured, as she snuggled against Cai's warm belly.

"I could make her sleep," Cai pondered. "Although she might realize something was wrong."

"The best way would be to do it during a mating," he vixen replied. Her paws were all over her wonderful dragon, stroking softly along those emerald scales. She'd never get bored of his form, even though she'd been both on top and underneath it so many times, intimately connected to her lover.

"Hrf. Have you ever heard of the sea-dragons?" Cai replied, as an idea dawned on him. When Vaine shook her head, he continued. "Their endowments are prehensile. Like dolphins. I have never seen one in person, but the stories claim that they can grasp things with... their dragonhoods. Cocks," he added. He wasn't used to speaking in such vulgar terms, but the vixen's fingers were tracing the outlines of his slit, and his normal intellectual voice felt increasingly wrong. "That, and supposedly their precum is, well, numbing, so they can actually penetrate the cervix without causing any discomfort to the hen."

"Like tentacles?" Vaine asked, although her mind was wandering. She couldn't quite imagine taking Cai's wonderful shaft inside her yet, not this soon after laying a clutch of eggs, but she wanted it so badly she could almost feel it. Those ridges flaring inside her just as he throbbed, the massive spire lurching before erupting into her willing, fertile body, painting her womb white and surely resulting in another pregnancy. She could feel her folds grow ever moister at the idea.

"More like -nngh- a finger, just... bigger," Cai huffed, the vixen wrapping both of her nimble, slender paws around his manhood, almost as if she was massaging it, being so intimately familiar with it that she knew all of his most sensitive spots. Along the rim of each ridge. Just beneath the tip. The very root, where his cock connected to his slit. Any of those would make him growl, throb, and leak with lust. The vixen was pressing all of them at once, easily reducing the massive drake to little but a lusty, panting whelp in her grasp.

"Oh, so you'd... have someone else fuck her?" Vaine asked, as she kept kneading his shaft. She let the tip rub along the length of her nethers, smearing her juices over it, as Cai's hips began to instinctively buck. He was already soaking her palms and even arms with copious draconic precum, and those wanton displays of what kind of effect she was having on him were intoxicating. Beaming with pride, she kept at it. "And then unplug her after getting her all numbed? That sounds.. hot," she panted, Cai's growing lust rubbing off on her.

"I have smelled other males on her," the dragon smirked, his own masculine scent thick in the air, his cock yearning for more of the vixen's expert touch. Her paws felt so wonderful around his length, and if it wasn't for knowing that she still needed a while, he'd have pinned her down and mated with her right then and there. Or possibly meekly rolled over onto his back and allowed her to take charge. Even more than she already had. "She'd be easy for a seductive male to mount."

Cheating was frowned upon, particularly among the nobles. But as with every taboo with dragons, everyone was expected to break it if they could. What such social norms truly meant was that none were to be caught doing it. The typical male and female both were fully expected to have secondary lovers, but if one was ever seen with one, they'd become outcasts. The king was the only exception, as he had a harem to breed, but such was the royal prerogative. A large part of the reason why every young drake dreamed of taking the throne one day.

"You don't mind it?" Vaine asked. Her folds were itching for her touch, but she needed both paws for pleasuring her dragon mate. So instead, she laid down on her side next to him and presented her needy body for him to please and enjoy in turn.

"We have no expectations of loyalty for each other. She's only my queen technically. You know who the real one is..." Cai replied, licking his lips at the welcome sight of the vixen's pink folds. He's grown to very much appreciate her tangy scent and almost musky yet distinctly feminine flavor. She tasted better than any dragoness. Then again, he was a biased judge. He pushed his muzzle between her legs and let his tongue drag across that alluring bare flesh, letting her juices coat his tongue even as she sprayed more precum onto hers.

Eventually, they decided on a plan. They'd hire a water dragon mercenary to remove the queen's protection so Cai could breed her properly. Such scheming was a powerful enough aphrodisiac that soon, with a roar and a yip, they reached a mutual climax, the dragon stiffening as his cock throbbed heavily in Vaine's paw before coating her with warm, heavy ribbons of his white seed, some of which she swallowed, some of which she let splatter over her heaving breasts. In turn, her juices soon gushed around the dragon's probing tongue, her tunnel rippling around that thick, dexterous limb. They sent the word out before nightfall, curling up together to sleep soon after.

After a few days, the mercenary did arrive. Not in the throne room, not where the queen could realize he was there on Cai's orders. Rather, they met in his private quarters, the one place in the castle where he could be sure nobody was spying on them.

The water-drake was a beautiful specimen of his type. His wings were strange, having evolved to function just as well under the water as in the air, gills lining his long neck as if to emphasize his natural habitat. Otherwise, he looked much like a normal blue dragon, clad in light blue scales. His attitude wasn't as elegant.

"So what's the job?" he asked, the moment the door closed, looking at the dragon and vixen expectantly. He'd never been one for courtly graces; this was business, and he preferred his business quickly explained and then concluded. It was usually a matter of simply disposing of a rival, although he'd never met a king who needed that done yet. So he was curious, but simply chose to not let it show.

"Before we get to that..." Cai began, and the mercenary sighed. So much for a quick explanation. "Before we begin," he emphasized. "I need to see your, ahem, maleness." he replied. "Don't worry, it's not for me."

That request was enough to take the mercenary aback. He was used to doing every kind of immoral deed that the wealthy would request, but not once in his thirty-odd years of adulthood had he been requested to do anything involving his cock.

"The vixen can help you if you're having difficulties," Cai smirked. "We'll need to see how prehensile it is."

"What's the idea?" the water dragon growled. "You want me to fuck her?"

"Not_her_, I want you to fuck the queen," Cai replied. "Not breed her; that honor will be mine. But I want you to seduce her, mate with her, and as you do, to remove her... protection."

Cai and Vaine explained the plan to the mercenary. How the queen sought to keep him from siring a true heir, and how she accomplished it. How she'd mate with other dragons behind his back. And how he'd seduce her, mount her, and then leave her none the wiser. The thought of it was enough to get the quite virile drake hard, as he imagined it, an opportunity to bury his shaft in a noble vent. For a lowborn like himself, it was a powerful fantasy, even if he didn't get to breed her.

"But for any of that work, we'll have to see just how articulate your cock is," Vaine spoke. "We've only heard stories. So if you want this job, I want you to pull this ring off my finger, using only your... well, cock," she continued, presenting her hand, with a small golden ring on one of her fingers. It'd been a gift from Cai. He'd had it commissioned from somewhere far away; dragons could hardly work on on things that tiny.

So that's what the mercenary did. He curled his shaft - longer, but not quite as thick as those of the average dragon, and with an elongated tip - around the vixen's paw. Seeing it move like that excited her, and even Cai stared with utter curiosity as the appendage moved like a tentacle, occasionally throbbing as he managed to curl it up around the ring. He grunted with exertion; it wasn't easy, even for him, but he was willing to do all of it for a chance to mount the queen herself. That, and a nice sum of gold. He tugged, and sure enough, the ring moved. By the time he'd gotten it to the very end of Vaine's finger, he let go, and snaked that maleness through the ring itself, leaving a trail of surprisingly sticky precum on her short fur with a demonstrative, lewd buck of his hips, a triumphant one accompanied by a smug grin on his muzzle, and then, it was off.

"Very good," Cai smirked. Vaine found herself wondering how it'd feel to have that thing squirming inside her. It'd press right up against her womb, surely, before depositing his virile load right where it belonged. She rubbed her thighs together absentmindedly. Of course, that wasn't an option. While she was a very open person, she had no real desire to let anyone but Cai breed her.

The three discussed the details of their arrangement. Cai would present him as the queen's personal bodyguard while he was "away" for business elsewhere in the kingdom, and he'd begin working on her. Granted, he had to pretend that he hadn't been hired to do that by the king. There could be no evidence of any other plans than simple bodyguard duty.

"Yeah. I can do that," he grunted, at the end, flexing his cock beneath him, as if in demonstration. He was eager, but he wasn't about to let that show or they might pay him less. As much fun as mating was, it wouldn't fill his belly, nor grow his modest hoard. Serulean, or Ser as he was often called, was a bit of a dichotomy. On the one hand, he was very much a lowborn mercenary, gruff and often callous in word and deed. But he'd grown to appreciate the finer points of life, which he could afford now. Nobles paid well. Sometimes he worried about growing soft from sleeping on silken sheets rather than on bare rock, but so far, he hadn't lost his touch.

Cai, then, left the next day. It wasn't entirely a lie; he had wanted to visit the other cities and towns to get a feel for just how his kingdom was doing. Before he left, he introduced Ser to Scathe, and she showed no apparent signs of suspicion, even offering him a quick nuzzle as thanks for taking care of his queen, even if it was all merely theater for him. Vaine remained by Scathe's side as she took over as the present regent for a few days, performing the usual functions such as settling petty disputes between the residents of the kingdom.

Scathe felt quite confident when Cai introduced the mercenary as her personal bodyguard. It meant, of course, that her scheme was coming along, that the king cared enough for her well-being to not risk allowing anything to happen to her. That in turn meant he didn't suspect a thing. So she felt proud, sitting on the king's throne with the vixen on one side and the bodyguard on the other. Having all that power in her grasp felt good. It felt arousing, even, as she ordered her servants - Vaine in particular - around and decided on trivial manners for the lesser inhabitants of the kingdoms, she felt that familiar wetness grow between her hind legs. Being in heat didn't help; it was part of why she was so thoroughly protected, to make sure Cai didn't fill her belly with common whelps. Not merely the plug, either. No, she had more than that, using the same kind of magical gem that the former princess had used. Only it wasn't as obvious and thus more effective. She wore it instead as a small piercing, the little gem tucked away under her clitoral hood, barely noticeable even on close inspection. So she could allow herself to indulge in those lusty feelings.

Between being quite drunk on power and her natural heat left her an easy mark for the cunning mercenary. He took it slowly, at first merely inching closer to where she was sat. He did intend to keep her safe, certainly, for the time being. But that part was easy. It was leaving her unsafe when he left that'd be difficult. But he was a virile beast, quite alluring and conventionally beautiful, if rough around the edges. It was that first part that he played up, making sure the queen would have his scent - halfway between musk and seawater - in her nostrils for the entire day. Oh, he could smell her too, which only made it easier to be aroused enough for her to surely smell, his cock hanging at half-mast most of the day, a constant lustiness brought about by the piercing tang of her heat.

Occasionally, he'd lean over, each time a little closer, and when Scathe showed no resistance, it emboldened him. Soon he was whispering to her about all the things they could do together. How he could smell her heat and how worked up it had him. How he'd breed her and give her that clutch she so obviously wanted. And in a way, she did want it. Not enough to let some lowborn mercenary fill her, not mentally, but her body was primed for it. She thanked her lucky stars for her protection, because before the night was over she knew she'd be raising her tail for this beautiful male. The fact that it'd also be risky - cheating on her "king" again, only with someone much lower than her usual selection of nobles - was what really had her going, though. Nobody would breed her until she'd found a suitable new male to take the throne, but until then, she had to sate her heat somehow. And as Ser whispered her tales about the things he could do with his shaft, how he'd rub every inch of her clenching tunnel, she knew how she'd get that relief. Each hot breath against her ear was increasingly intoxicating, even though the cunning drake kept it just subtle enough that other attendees wouldn't know, at least not with certainty. And then, he stood up, as if to stretch, giving her a clear view of that breeding spire of his, hanging full and hard under his belly, just barely kept out of sight of the other court attendees. It made her mouth water with need, finding herself staring at that tapered shaft, a thick swelling at its base, a string of clear precum hanging from the slender tip, probably rich with seed that she desperately needed inside her, more so with each passing moment.

At the end of the day, as the castle closed its gates, she was turned on beyond belief, leaving a fragrant wet patch on the throne as she finally rose. Before succumbing to those temptations, though, she glanced at the fox, and had an idea. She'd been jealous of the vixen during her brief time as a queen, and this would be a perfect opportunity to humiliate her.

"Servant. You'll attend to me in my quarters in fifteen minutes," she spoke, grinning in a way that Vaine figured was meant to be menacing. But she'd been mounted by a male dragon much bigger and scarier than she was. Still, she suppressed a sigh, knowing what was to come. She'd been around dragons for long enough to know how they established dominant. For males it was mounting each other, and for females, something she'd enjoy doing if it not for the intent behind it.

Obediently, she waited until the mercenary - Ser - and the queen had left before scrubbing the throne clean. At least she wouldn't have to do all of her usual duties, not when he presence was demanded by the supposed queen. They had other servants who were worse off.

Sure enough, when she arrived in the queen's chambers, she was already top of the mercenary, grinding against his body as they writhed together, entangled in mutual lust. She paused for a moment as she heard the vixen enter, and raised her tail, baring her swollen, heat-drenched slit. For a male, such an action would've meant something entirely different than it meant for her. Between straight female dragons it was a wordless insult, more than anything, and perhaps best phrased in the common tongue as "lick my cunt".

Vaine was lucky in that she found it rather exciting, at least physically. Of course, with the degrading intent behind it, it was a bittersweet kind of excitement. She tried to ignore that part. It wasn't as if she had any choice without Cai here. So she approached Scathe, letting the scent of her heat wash over her, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. It didn't affect her like it would a male, but it was a pleasant tang, turning her on in the same way any display of obvious lust would. She was dripping, clear draconic nectar slowly pearling at her clit and then falling down, splashing onto the male below. It was with that close look that she noticed it; a little gem nestled away by that clit, only visible now with the hood withdrawn due to her arousal. She realized what it was immediately, remembering the tiara the former princess had worn. And a mischievous smile spread across her muzzle. The dragoness had thought she'd get away from this without a swollen belly, had she? She's return the favor now offered to her tenfold.

"Get to work, fox," the queen growled. It made the vixen's fur bristle. But now, she had a plan to think about beyond being drenched and humiliated.

And so, Vaine pressed her slender snout against her soaked slit, nose twitching as she drew in her flavor, feeling her heat warm up her cold nose. Her scent was the typical tang of a fertile dragoness, but with a certain smokiness to it, like hot coals drenched but not quite put out. Before her tongue even pushed out, the vixen knew what she'd taste like, and as he tongue first lapped over her clit in a long snaking motion that she let continue over the whole length of her vent, it was intoxicating. Although she was resistant to those draconic pheromones, thanks to her gender, she wasn't immune, just as males weren't immune to the seed of other males. And_tasting_ her directly, lapping up that fiery wetness from the source, that was enough to affect her. She opened her maw wide and planted it right against Scathe's weeping vent, scooping up that dripping, pheromone-laden nectar as she lapped with increasing fervor, the effect on her own body quite undeniable, the silks covering up her groin growing moist and sodden. The dragoness' arousal was plentiful enough that she gulped down a mouthful of it before focusing on her little nub, and in particular, the piercing. She placed her paws against her flanks and kissed it with pursed lips.

"That's a good slave," Scathe rumbled, a tremble of obvious pleasure going through her body. "Get me ready for him."

Vaine intended to do exactly that. Her tongue ran little wet circles over Scathe's clit and hood, each time pressing a little harder against the bead screwed onto it, holding the gem in place. A dragon couldn't have removed it, not easily. But she could, especially with her saliva lubricating it. With each lick, the bead rotated a little. Despite her own arousal growing increasingly overwhelming, Vaine kept at it, both eagerly eating out that luscious vent and helping prepare the queen's downfall. When the piercing was loose enough to just about fall off, she buried her muzzle inside of her tunnel, feeling those velvety walls at her, that lusty scent burning through her nostrils, and it was enough to push Scathe over the edge. She clamped down around the vixen's snout, her body milking at it even as she feverishly licked at her insides, and in that moment, with a little nudge, the piercing fell off. She caught it midair, and the dragoness, awash in her blissful release, was none the wiser, her juices continuing to gush over Vaine's face.

Scathe was, perhaps, driven to orgasm more by the knowledge that she was covering the vixen's face with her nectar, completing her humiliation, than she was from any of the licking and suckling. No, establishing her dominance like this, that was what stoked her dragonfire, and while she'd hesitated briefly, letting her get so intimately familiar with her protective measures, she knew the vixen was too dumb to even realize the purpose of that piercing. The foxes simply didn't have that innate draconic intelligence, the capacity for truly abstract thought and scheming, and as such she could easily afford to press her snatch against her muzzle eagerly, letting her lust gush and squirt over her furred face, making sure everyone she met could smell what she'd been forced to do.

As that climax ebbed, she roughly shoved her away with a hind leg against her chest, discarding her like she might an old toy, her attention shifting to the male beneath her. Vaine, in turn, stood in a corner, watching the two even as she licked those juices off her muzzle as best she could. One of her paws drifted down to those soaked silks. It'd be a very erotic display to watch.

Ser was huffing with need. He hadn't seen much of it, but hearing the wet squelching and lapping of the vixen pleasuring the queen had him beyond needy. Her heat-stench didn't make it any easier to resist. As he bowled her over and positioned himself above her, he could only barely keep his mission in mind, every fiber of his body telling him to simply breed the dragoness, mindlessly, not caring about anything else. He'd been in stressful situations before, but they'd been the bloody, violent kind. Easy to approach coldly, logically. This was different, with those scents and sounds inflaming every part of his mind, his heart beating rapidly in the throes of passion, his raging lust making thinking hard, slow, and sluggish.

He could tell that the queen was ready, sopping wet and with her tail flagging, inviting him to stuff that royal vent. And so, he did, positioning himself on top of her scaly body, clutching at her possessively, a growl emanating from his throat. But he didn't thrust into her, not yet. Vaine watched his cock twitch, the appendage stroking along those wet folds where her mouth had been just moments before. That was how water dragons mated. There was no wild thrusting underwater, not at first, and instead he simply clutched his prospective hen as he slowly teased her, the tip of that masculinity pressing insistently against her entrance, dipping inside, exploring every inch of her dripping sex before finally pushing into her. Never once did his hips move, even as the queen squirmed against him, her furnace-like depths rippling around his length as it sunk ever deeper.

It wasn't long before he felt that hard plug. He dragged his tips around the rounded edges, forming a mental image of it. Nothing complicated. But he'd have to make sure Scathe didn't notice its removal, so he smeared his precum over it, which would dull the sensations without the dragoness knowing a thing. It'd relax her too, to help the plug slip out more easily. So he finally let his hips buck, making the dragoness quake with pleasure as he ground his hips against her, his scaled crotch squeezing against her entrance, bearing down on her exposed clit.

She wouldn't feel anything but ecstasy, the pressure of getting stripped of her protection likely eased by the fact that her very cervix was dilating, growing numb, and overwhelmed by the pleasure she must've been feeling, given her constant joyful growling. But even as he snaked his tip around the plug, a seductive thought came to him. He could breed her, not only prepare her for breeding. Father some bastard whelps with the queen. No. He growled, thrusting again. He certainly wouldn't get paid. But maybe, that primal part of him spoke, it'd be worth it. Nothing would feel better, no amount of gold equal to how good it'd feel to press his cock into her womb and give in, to let himself throb and twitch as he planted his seed deep into her utterly fertile body. The more he tried to ignore that fantasy, the more powerful it grew, the mercenary grunting and snarling as his hips worked, soon finding that euphoric rhythm that resonated all the way up to his spine. He was tugging on the plug each time he pulled back, feeling it beginning to give. Then, she'd be unprotected. Receptive.

While the more prehensile part of his maleness was slender, the base was anything but. It wasn't quite a knot, but rather a thicker section that would serve a roughly similar purpose. The difference was that it swelled with his cock rather than later. As it popped in and our of the queen for the first time, she let our an ecstatic roar, the sensation quite new to her as a terrestrial dragon, like being fucked with a swollen knot rather than it swelling only once inside her. So she pushed back into the water drake's thrusts, encouraging to rut her harder and deeper.

Ser took that invitation. The next time he pulled his hips back, that sharp tug made the plug pop out, but the drake lost his grip on it as his cock twitched, and instead, his tip sunk through her cervix, dilated as it was from having had that protective seal inside it. That impossible tightness around his engorged breeding rod made Ser roar out in turn, and he felt himself throb again, against those vice-like walls of the dragoness, no doubt already coating her insides with watery precum. He barely had the presence of mind to catch that plug as his thrusts eventually made it fall from her lips. With that task out of the way, he only had one job to do; to not cum.

He doubted Scathe would even notice the difference, not with how far gone she was in her heated lust. But on the other hand, he was rutting her hard now, not to mention that the dangerous tip of his cock was lodged inside her very womb, ready to plant his seed directly into her most vulnerable depths, with absolutely nothing between his seed and her plentiful eggs. It was an enrapturing thought. All he had to do was let that pressure already building in his loins burst, to allow himself to fulfill his primal male duty rather than the duty he'd been given by the king. The gold seemed distant and unimportant compared to his growing ecstasy, and he closed his jaws around Scathe's scaly neck in an almost bestial gesture, his humping growing more erratic by the second.

I could just pump my whole load into her. I bet it wouldn't even leak out.

There was a sense of vindictiveness, too. These kings and queens with their wealth and power, when he had to work hard for every coin. It felt perfectly reasonable to simply embrace this moment as a little payback. He could imagine Caizoth's face when the queen laid eggs that weren't even his, and it was a deliciously naughty fantasy, beating the most powerful male in the kingdom to fertilizing his mate. Nature didn't respect wealth or power.

It was all excuses, really. Errant justifications for giving up the sizable prize for this job. But he'd already decided. His body wouldn't let him pull out, anyway, not with how good every thrust felt. Instead he gave into those sensations, rutting Scathe hard, letting his ridges flare out he approached his peak, internal balls already tightening as they prepared to unleash their potent cargo into the willing hen.

The dragoness was in rapturous ecstasy, never realizing that she'd been numbed enough that she couldn't tell the difference between being protected and instead, being many times as vulnerable as simple bare mating would have her. She was confident, eager to receive that sticky bliss into her deepest depths, harmless as it'd be. While it wouldn't end her heat, it would, at least, soothe it for the time being, and she felt Ser's thrusting grow more erratic, frantic, almost feral, knowing that the simple male was preparing to give her exactly what she wanted. And perhaps something that she didn't know she wanted. Her body did, however, each thrust bringing her closer to heaven, the wet squelching of their mating filling the room, the scent of sex hanging in the air.

Her scheme was working out so perfectly well. She could have all the males she wanted, and could as such see which one she'd elevate to the position of king, mainly based on how much pleasure they could give her. There wouldn't be any whelps or eggs before she found her ideal mate, but gods, these low-born brutes certainly had the vigor. Being filled with eggs by one would be disastrous, but letting one mount her like this, well-protected as she was, felt far too good to resist. She growled and grumbled, that alien shaft thumping into her rapidly now, and she felt her body begin to tense up, another wonderful orgasm fast approaching. She let out a quiet sigh in that short moment of calm before the conflagration, contemplating, in the recesses of her mind, her own superiority, letting that primitive mercenary rut her towards an almost bestial climax.

With his exotic member wriggling inside her, grinding against every bundle of nerves, Scathe reached her peak first. She writhed beneath the male as that primordial ecstasy crashed over her, her body suddenly spasmodically twitching and quivering against him, her fertile passage clenching around that length, squeezing down on those flared ridges wetly, trying to push him over the edge as well. It didn't take much. With a throaty, muffled roar of joy, Ser slammed his cock as deep into the dragoness as it would go, hips quivering as he tightened his bite on her neck, drooling and growling as he passed the point of no return, single-minded masculine instincts fully taking over as he erupted. A series of wet spurts of globby, thick water dragon cum pumped into his mate, his low-born swimmers unleashed to seek and fertilize the eggs of nobility. It was bliss, all thought of civilization, of material wealth and comforts forgotten in that moment of utter primordial satisfaction, each spurt of cum and each contraction like a prayer to the god of fertility, the two dragons growling and whimpering together in a chorus of bestial lust.

Scathe collapsed limply on the floor, a sense of utter, warm fulfilledness radiating from her very core. She never realized that she'd just been pumped full of seed, seeking to take root, as none of it spilled out of her very core. But the warmth was palpable, as was the relief from her heat as her body finally received what it'd been desperately yearning for, for the longest time.

The sharp-eyed vixen, of course, saw exactly what was happening. While it had her incredibly hot, nearly making her cum and spray her juices all over legs without even needing to touch herself, watching the mercenary's cock throb heavily as he inseminated his lover, she understood that he'd failed to fulfill his contract, having chosen to fill something much more immediately appealing instead. And she immediately had an idea on how to rectify this situation. She snuck out of the queen's chamber, only whispering a few choice words to Serulean first, about how hot that'd been and how badly she wanted the same, being the king's true mate. His ears, finlike as they were, perked despite his exhaustion. She didn't wait for a response, presuming he'd once more be unable to resist and walk right into her trap.

She did fully intend to let the mercenary mate with her as well. It was getting pregnant that she had to avoid, and once she reached her little quarters, she finally had a look at that piercing she'd foxed away from the queen. It didn't look like a much, a small teal gem on some sort of metal rod. It felt oddly comforting to hold, heavier and warmer than it should've been. Although these gems certainly seemed to act as contraceptives for the dragons, she didn't know if they're work on a fox such as herself, but it was a risk she was willing to take. For the first part of her plan, she needed to take Ser's seed, and this seemed like the only way that could work before he departed. She swallowed hard, heating up a needle by candle-flame, preparing to pierce herself. It'd hurt, but she didn't have time to reconsider or she'd definitely end up with a clutch of water dragon eggs herself, rather than merely_risking it._

With a stifled yelp of pain, it was done. She didn't feel any different other than a dull ache, and she'd have no way of knowing it worked or not before her belly swelled... or not. Vaine would simply have to trust it. And in the meantime, she could fantasize. She had wanted to feel how the mercenary's exotic cock would feel inside her, and Cai wouldn't mind as long as she didn't get bred. But of course, that didn't stop the idea from being fiercely hot to her, especially with Scathe's pheromones still affecting her body, each step she took rubbing her slippery thighs together, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

She didn't have to wait long before Ser arrived, predictably interested in what she had to offer. He walked with a bit of a limp after the feverish rutting he'd just given the queen making old aches flare up again. The life of a mercenary wasn't easy. But if the vixen had her way, he'd have a much more comfortable life in the future. Well, she would.

The mercenary entered Vaine's quarters, his eyes tiredly scanning the little rooms for any possible dangers, those instincts deeply ingrained in him despite his current exhaustion, before finally focusing on the fox. He'd always looked like a beautiful specimen, but now, with his attention focused solely on the vixen, he was almost impossible to resist.

"Curious as to why you wouldn't just rat me out to the king," Ser grunted. He was suspicious, but on the other hand, he was a virile drake, still smelling of the queen's juices and his own musk and cum, his shaft hanging below him at half-mast.

"Seeing you breed the queen was so damn hot," she finally spoke. That much was true. "I want to feel like that too," Vaine whimpered, leaning into the exotic dragon as he sat down on his haunches, listening. "To feel you throb like that inside me, pumping my unfaithful snatch full of your wonderful cum..."

That part wasn't true. She and Cai had agreed on that; as long only the king got to fertilize her eggs, she was free to play as much as she wanted with others. Not that she did, not much. But the vixen was very deliberately making herself sound like someone much sluttier, someone much more open to letting a stranger breed her, hoping to stoke the embers of the mercenary's lusts. She had to, for her plan to work, but she knew it was playing with fire. It was easy enough to lose oneself in those pleasures, to actually end up swelling with eggs as she had with Cai. Only this time the stakes were higher.

She stretched out on her cushions, a little impromptu mating stand that left her rear raised high, showing off her receptive body for the male, her tail even flicking out of the way to give him a good view of her folds. She couldn't see what the drake's reaction was, but if he was anything like Cai, he'd probably find it quite enticing despite his recent climax. And sure enough, she soon felt a huff of his hot breath blow across those quivering, luscious lips as he leaned down to take in her scent.

"Hrh... yes, you're in heat, bitch," Ser growled. "And so eager to let the stronger male breed you too. Only proper, I guess."

At this point, he had nothing to lose, and the idea of knocking up the king's love rather than his mere figurehead of a queen was very tempting. He could only imagine Caizoth's face when he came home, finding both of his most treasured hens thoroughly bred, probably already swelling, hopefully with some of his musky seed still leaking from their used bodies. There was an aspect of dominance to it that he liked, enough so to make his maleness stir to life once more, blood pumping into that shaft still wet with dregs of his seed and the queen's fragrant nectar, a wet, glistening sheen on the slick surface. At least, that's how she imagined it. Though she didn't have to imagine anything for long as the drake walked into position on top of her.

"I never knew you servants were so easy," he grunted. "But I'll help you with that heat."

His cock was already pressed against her willingly presented hole. Vaine prayed to the gods of foxes and dragons that the contraceptive magic would hold, even though on some level she wouldn't have minded if it didn't. The prehensile, narrow tip brushed wetly over her clit and she shuddered with need, the touch feeling better than any finger would. And she was sopping wet already, gooey strands of her arousal hanging from her cleft, quickly coating that probing dragonhood. It felt beyond amazing against her opening, like a tongue lapping at her lips and clit, smearing that heady cocktail of juices all over her nethers, along with fresh preseed slowly beading at the top and oozing down his shaft.

And then, he slipped inside, drawing a loud moan from Vaine. His hips never moved, just like with the queen, and all the vixen could think about was how amazing that tool felt slithering into her innermost depths, invasive and incredibly hot as it sought out her cervix, gently tracing along her internal walls, Not all of it would fit inside, of course, but once he'd explored enough - probably making sure she wasn't trying to use any kind of protection like the queen had - he curled the tip up and began to thrust. If the initial penetration had felt alien, feeling him curl up inside her so more of his shaft would fit in was even stranger. But she couldn't deny it had her dripping wet with sheer animalistic need.

For a moment, as the drake's thrusts grew more frantic, she considered just unscrewing the piercing. The profuse allure of just letting him seed her, letting both of them fulfill their natural duties was almost too much, but this one time, she'd try to hold out, to suppress her natural instincts. Her little scheme would be more fulfilling than any load of - however enticing - virile, marvelous dragonseed.

But she did make a mental note to beg Cai to breed her afterwards.

Ser pressed against some spot deep inside her that made her scream out in pleasure, her insides clenching. She had no idea what he was doing, but she knew the numbing precum would probably be spread over the gates of her womb now, waiting to work. And then he'd slip even deeper inside of her. She imagined that narrow cockhead hosing her eggs directly with his virility, and quivered beneath the dragon. It wasn't hard to see how the queen hadn't noticed anything wrong, not with how good it felt.

But with the fox, there was no need for Ser to be stealthy or quiet. He was a verbal lover, and he indulged in that eagerly. He grunted, another buck of his hips.

"Rrh, that's it, you little vixen slut," he growled. "I'm deep in that bitch womb of yours."

Vaine could only moan in response as he kept thrusting, rutting into her. "Hope you didn't think I'd leave any eggs for the king," Ser continued. "Because you're gonna get fat with my brood."

Vaine's ears were pinned to her skull as she came hard, picturing herself being used as a broodmare, her fate entirely in the hands of that little piercing. With another load, yelping moan, she stiffened beneath the dragon, her back arching as her world dissolved into wet, hot contractions, her body begging for the powerful male's seed to spray into her, to fertilize her eggs, each spasm of her soaked fox_cunt_ around his alien shaft a little prayer for conception. In that very moment, she did truly want it, her overwhelming climax emptying her mind of any reasoned thought, leaving only that urge to get filled with his offspring.

With a satisfied grunt, Ser hilted himself inside her and while she was too numbed by his preseed to feel the cum itself, she felt him throb heavily, over and over again, pumping his cum directly into her womb just as he had done with the dragoness, claiming the fox as just another broodmare, a thick ribbon of his seed accompanying each dominant, satisfied, and very masculine grunt.

Or did he? Somehow, despite the tears of joy welling from her eyes, Vaine didn't think he did, as her thoughts returned to her in the afterglow.

"Thassa... good bitch," Ser growled. "I'm going to..." he panted, and then rolled off Vaine's back, leaving her there, what little of his cum leaked from her running down her furred thighs. He seemed exhausted, which was exactly what Vaine wanted. "Just wake me up 'fore your master..." he muttered as his eyes closed and he rolled over onto his back, cum-soiled crotch in full view as some final gesture of dominance, and then seemed to pass out, sleeping or at least napping.

She waited for a few moments. Serulean grunted, his tail twitching. It felt like an eternity that she waited, feeling the drake's seed begin to ooze out of her, her cervix still dilated enough that it wouldn't keep all of that virility inside her. Vaine clasped a paw over her swollen, well-used nethers to stem that leak. She had a particular use in mind for all that potent, gooey goodness. He twitched a few more times as he passed the hypnagogic phase, and then began to snore.

_About time,_thought the vixen, feeling his thick load beginning to pool against her palm.

With the male sound asleep, recovering his energy after breeding two eager hens, it was time to set her plan in motion. She very slowly, very carefully straddled the drake, praying that her light body wouldn't be enough to wake him. His scales felt slicker than those of the other dragons, harder to hold on to, and a few time she worried that she might slip off, which would surely wake the male up. She never did, though, and forced herself to draw a deep breath. She was shaking with excitement, even before she pressed her sex against the male's stained slit, with only her paw holding his cum inside her.

She didn't know if his own cum would work like that of others would. But the possibility of the masculine, potent drake turning himself into a needy hen by his own cum was worth it. Maybe he'd even knock himself up with the last bit of his seed. Even he didn't, Cai would, and Vaine felt her body grow flush with excitement once more imagining it, her mate rutting into his newest breeder, growling in that dominant way he always did when mating, It was just as erotic to her watching him take someone else as it was to be taken, especially if she'd also get to watch their bellies swell with eggs.

So, taking another deep breath, she removed her paw from her groin, moving to spread Ser's vent just as she had with the princess. Down there, with his cock limp and hidden inside him, he didn't feel any different from a hen, and with the queen's nectar dried all over his crotch, he smelled like one, too. The supple lips of his vent opened up easily for her, and she pressed her own slit against it, holding herself tightly to the male as his cum began to drip out of her, and into his vulnerable body, the viscous and potent cream forming long, gooey strands. She worked her clit slowly, hoping that her own fluids would help flush all of that virility into the dragon, softly churring as she felt it drip out of, briefly clinging to her lips before wetly seeping into the mercenary's body.

Unconscious as he was, after a few minutes Ser began to squirm, probably having a pleasant dream as he unwittingly allowed himself to be bred, or at least transformed, with his very own seed, that potency he'd intended to make Vaine grow fat with eggs instead beginning to change himself. Vaine felt his body grow warmer against her, his breathing growing labored and, for lack of a better word, huffy. As always, when a male received that first, fateful dose of transformative cum, it affected his mind first. Slowly, as more and more of it oozed into his body, his dreams grew fuzzier, turning from memories of battles fought and money earned to breeding, then being bred, of laying eggs and caring for the offspring.

When Vaine couldn't feel any more cum dribbling out of her thoroughly-used snatch, she finally dismounted, admiring her handiwork. With their vents stuffed full of thick, white seed, gently gaping open and just a little swollen from the poundings they'd given, male dragons didn't really look any different from the females, at least not from this angle. Such was the nature of their species. Ultimately, all of them were amorphous, ready to become the other gender when the circumstances were right. And judging by how Ser's snores and whimpers were growing higher in pitch, Vaine figured he was well on his way. She wondered how it felt. Similar, perhaps, to how she felt more dragonlike with each passing day. Either way, Cai would be home early in the morning, and if her plan worked, the mercenary wouldn't be going anywhere. At least not before her mate could meet him.

The next day, upon his return, the young king met with his queen first, and as much as she tried to hide her growing belly, it was obvious that the mercenary had left her quite knocked up. In a way, the green drake admired the cunning, the mercenary having successfully stolen his queen's first clutch from him. Of course, he'd have to hunt him down, but there was a sense of sweetness to that bitter realization; with undeniable proof of the queen's infidelity about to show when her eggs were laid and hatched, he could find someone more deserving of the position. He left her sobbing with that realization, that her comfortable days as nobility would soon be over.

While that had been an unpleasant surprise, there was another one waiting. Upon approaching his throne, he found Vaine there, murmuring to the mercenary who was curled up around her. He suppressed his gut reaction - that primitive instinct to fight - and he realized quickly, as he neared the two, that he couldn't smell the male. Or rather, that he could, but that she was something else now. His vixen flashed him a knowing grin as she ran a paw over the gentle curve of her stomach. As as Vaine explained to him just who had done that to him, a smile spread over his muzzle, a loving sense of pride for his chosen mate, her schemes being far cleverer than most of the full-blooded drakes in the kingdom.

Ser, in turn, reluctantly and with much grumbling, decided to stay, at least until she laid her first clutch. Granted, by that time, she'd gotten rather used to the comfortable life, often begging Cai to mount her, the former male never having learned how to deal with being in heat like the born dragonesses. The king certainly didn't mind. He considered choosing her as the new queen, but the nobility insisted otherwise, and while Cai enjoyed being able to spend more time with Vaine for a while, eventually, he knew he had to choose another "official" queen, given that the former one had found herself busy with maternal duties, forced to move to the seaside for the sake of her whelps.

As for Vaine, her slow change towards a more obviously draconic form continued, both in body and mind. But that is a tale for another time.