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The grand throne room of Malumspire seemed to take an anxious breath in anticipation of what was about to transpire. Queen Narcissa sat upon her throne, hind legs crossed, muzzle resting on a raised forepaw, and tail coiled around her perch's pedestal like a deadly serpent as she gazed over the lavishly-decorated dining table before her. Carved from dark wood of the southern forests of Umbra, it was long and regal, curved legs crafted to mimic those of a dragon and surface engraved with intricate golden patterns. Yet such a glamorous display was covered by a long, purple dinner cloth, upon which sat silver plates and platters, all boasting colorful collections of deliciously prepared food.

By Umbra, I hope this stupid fox is worth all the effort they had me go to. The queen inwardly huffed as she glanced at each of the dragons sitting either side of the long table. Not to mention the expenses.

Among her court were three lowly males, and two dragonesses. Persephone and her even smaller brother, Stygian, among them. The latter wore the most glamorous set of gold jewels she'd been able to find, all the while muttering about how she hated making herself presentable for a lowly fox. Meanwhile, her sibling was adorned (as always) by thick fur pelts and silver strings of gleaming diamonds. Stygian had always been one for making himself look as shiny as possible, if only to make up for his pathetic stature with a display of wealth.

Like a rat dropped into a treasure. The queen thought as she noted her smaller council member glanced around as if seeing things others couldn't. Hmm, I'll have to make a note to question him later.

To assume that Stygian, of all dragons, maybe up to something was commonplace. In fact, Narcissa swore a month did not go by without him trying to betray her in some way. Yet his affinity for organization and commerce made him incredibly useful, not to mention his charisma. At least when his sister was not having him chained up so she could ride his cock.

Umbra, know that's the only reason she's never gutted him for his scheming. The queen leaned back with a humorous snort. At least not entirely, she did rob him of the privilege of siring children.

As for the malicious dragoness in question, she was caught in a cycle of glancing to the throne room's grand doors, snarling at her brother across the table, and peering up at the queen as if questioning if she was really going to go through with the courtship ritual. At that, Narcissa could only shoot her a knowing look, a look that told Persephone what she'd been telling her for days. She could go through with it, and she'd come out on top. Umbra knows I won't let him mount me easily. The queen thought, as before she knew it, the loud blurting of horns sounded beyond the doors. About time! They want to breed me and can't even have the decency to be timely about it!

The horns faded as suddenly as they'd been summoned, and in the momentary silence, the queen leaned forward, sitting up to full height and looming over the throne room as the doors ground open. In their absence, a lone figure stood, long shadow cast in the flickering torchlight stretching from his digitigrade paws. He stood slightly smaller than the smallest dragon in the room, yet demeaned a presence that almost surpassed them all.

His body was wrapped in a loose-fitted black robe, with an intricate white trim lining its flowing edges. The hardy fabric folded across his barrelled chest, disguising biceps that betrayed his rather agile-looking frame. So too were his shoulders held stiff, as if while nimble, he possessed strength enough to subdue even a dragoness. His dark attire was a stark contrast to his pale-white fur, however; the likes of which almost sparkled as if coated in a fine layer of glistening frost.

From the tips of his squat ears to the very end of his bushy tail, he appeared to have been groomed to the utmost decency, as if his appearance alone were a great gift to any who had the luxury of looking upon it. Yet before the queen met his hassle eyes, she inspected his hips and groin, almost wishing her eyes could burn through the loose cloth teasingly folded over the cock that surely awaited beneath. The very one she'd have under her tail soon enough.

Hmm, he doesn't look that bad. A strong body, a handsome complexion. The queen thought to herself, rear-end shifting against her seat as her tail coiled. Maybe he'll satisfy me.

In heat or not, she felt a spike of warpath under her butt as she moved, and promptly stepped up, striding down the steps before her throne and taking a position at the head of the table. All eyes were on the fox as he glanced around, almost as if to inspect the chamber, before he gave a seemingly satisfied 'hmmm', and ran a clawed-hand over the thick fur of his neck.

The eyes of every court member, dragon, dragoness or curseling, were all fixed on him as, with a tapping of obsidian-black claws, he graciously made his way towards the table. He perused the dragons arrayed before him almost as much as he'd done the throne room, eyeing the dragonesses among them like particularly divine treasures. Many snorted in disgust, while some almost looked smitten.

Fools, I bet they'll not be so love-struck when they find out he's within his right to plough them too. The queen thought bitterly as she caught Persephone glance her way.

"Is that seriously it? I could almost mistake him for my throw rug," the smaller dragoness whispered, but the queen cut her off with a stern glare.

Not that she's wrong, but now is not the time for insults. She inwardly concluded as the fox slowly ran a claw over the back of Persephone chair, sneaking a long glance down at her succulent rear before finally coming to stand before the queen. He really does look strong, maybe my Orgasm won't just rip his cock off after all?

Before either could speak, however; Stygian rose to his paws, cleared his throat, and pressed a forepaw to his fur-laden chest as he announced. "May I present, noble Crytrauv, arctic fox ambassador of the arctic realms!"

Crytrauv offered the royal announcer a courteous nod, before setting his sharp eyes on the queen and dipping into a shallow bow. "Your Darkness, Queen Narcissa of Umbra, ruler of Malumspire, it is an honor."

The queen peered down at him, almost overcome by the level of formability in his tone as she stiffened, blocked out the curious lust under her tail, and muttered. "As is it my honor, noble Crytrauv."

He glanced up at her and held out an inviting hand. "May I take your paw, my queen?"

Narcissa disked the way he asked that the moment the words left his sly muzzle. As if all the formality were merely a ruse and all of them knew that to deny any request of his was to invite trouble.

He knows I'm trapped, yet he still treats me like a queen. Regardless, the queen did as she was asked, reaching out a forepaw and setting it into his outstretched palm. They're already making a fool out of me.

"What lovely scales you have, your Darkness," Crytrauv commented, stroking her slender paw like a precious diamond before planting a small kiss above her fingers. "I will have to take care not to damage them too much."

"As will, I, you," The queen snapped, voice a little blunter than she'd intend, yet the snorts from her council members made it clear she was not the only one who was uncomfortable.

Even so, her furry suitor simply uttered an amused chuckle, gently letting the queen's forepaw flee his grasp as if releasing a gracious dove into the sky.

"Shall we sit, my queen?" he suggested, taking a seat on the large chair prepared for him between the queen and Persephone. "My journey here has been long, and I early await what's to come."

Oh, I'm sure you do, smooth tongue. The queen inwardly hissed catching a snort and sly glance from Persephone. I'll have to be careful she doesn't gut him at this rate.

Nevertheless, the queen graciously slid into her own chair at the head of the table, tail coiled around her rear like a tight snake and wings folded over her shoulders like a dark robe. Regardless, Crytrauv hungrily looked her up and down, as if his sharp eyes could peer right through her attempts to shield herself.

All that staring? It's a wonder he can't just rut me with his eyes alone. The queen scoffed, as there was a shuffling of paws before her.

"Your drink, my queen," Stygian offered, placing a talon-like goblet before her, giving a bow, and shooting a subtle look at Crytrauv as the fox's gaze remained fixed on the queen.

"Fine Phoenician wine from the larder, as ordered," Stygian added as she withdrew into his chair and folded his wings around himself like a cloak.

Narcissa spared her smaller steward no more than a fleeting glance before taking a gracious sip of her drink as directing all of her attention to the sly fox sat at her side.

"So, Crytrauv, please do tell me about yourself," she asked, as the sensation of the fine liquid worming its way down her slender throat faded.

It settled warmly in her belly, almost as if sparking a fire before fading into a strangely numb pleasure. Hmm, Stygian must have cracked open one of the finest brews, it's actually rather tasty.

As the queen shifted at the odd sensation, Crytrauv glanced around as if to check he had everyone's full attention, before slowly pouring himself a drink.

"Well, as I'm sure you know, my queen, I am a member of the Consummation Guild, the order of foxes dispatched to take care of the most peaceful negations," he elaborated, taking a small sip of his wine and glancing at the queen as his red-tinted muzzle parted with a sultry grin.

The queen bristled, challenging his glace by taking another sip of her own drink, only for it to summon another swell of heat in her belly. Huh? Funny, I almost want more of this.

She found herself needly taking another sip soon after, almost unable to quench her thirst as the feeling of pleasure in her midsection swelled, growing until it no longer faded, but instead, seemed to slither downward towards her nethers.

"Oh, I'm well aware of your background, Crytrauv. Your King made sure to send me another letter after I agreed, detailing all of your fine accomplishments, Narcissa retorted, subconsciously shifting her goblet to one side with a forepaw as a sign for Stygian to refill.

The court steward did just that, happily pouring her more wine to reinforce that buzz in her gut as Crytrauv looked back at her with a calm, level expression.

"Oh yes, I've many dealings," he admitted, counting them on his paw as he inspected his claws. "But all no more than practice to ensure I'm at my best for you, my queen," he added, a grin still plastered on his muzzle.

Narcissa scoffed, as did a few of her court dragonesses snort. By Umbra, the gal of this creature. To talk about this as if I'm meant to be nothing but a pleasure.

Nevertheless, she was sure it was intended to be an extreme pleasure for him, and yet the feeling she now had working itself way under her tail almost made her rethink about it. There was a heat in her nethers as if she were slowly being brought to climax by an invisible suitor, yet she'd no idea why. Did she have an attraction to Crytrauv, was she horny?

Do I actually like him? She shook off the idea. Of course not, I'm still just on edge after Persephone rammed that dildo up my tail last night.

Either way, the heat gnawing at her pussy was growing, and with each shift of her rear against her seat it spiked, almost as if she were somehow in heat. But she knew that to be impossible, dragon breeding season only came around every ten years, and she was only two years on since her last.

Maybe I just want him to fuck me and get it over with? she thought, yet she was fully aware that the ceremony was not intended for today. Maybe I can get one last night with Persephone before he does?

Either way, she took another sip of belly-warming wine, lapping up the succulent taste as she took several rather uncivilized gulps. It was if her body needed it as much as her nethers were starting to need rutting, but slamming the goblet down with a huff, she snorted the dribbles from her muzzle. In short order, she slid the goblet back to Stygian, who gladly refilled.

A spike of pleasure lanced through her as she shifted, tail coiling tight around her seat and rigid wings ruffling. But, contorting her face, she did her best to ignore it. Just don't think about sex right now! Urg, why does my mind always wander at the worst times?

For some reason, she couldn't shake the idea of a massive cock ploughing her like a good, submissive, little dragoness as one of her court members asked timidly.

"A-are you alright, your Darkness." The queen waved off the concern with a dismissive flick of her forepaw as the dragon who'd dear question her health was met by the snarling face of Persephone.

"You dear question our queen's wellbeing in a meeting like this!?" The smaller dragoness hissed, only to glance at Narcissa as if unsure of her ruler's health herself. "She... She's fine!"

At the sight of all eyes on her, the queen sat up straight, only to wince and go ridge as the heat under her tail bloomed and her folds began to grow wet. The smell and pool growing under her butt were enough of an indicator something was the matter, however, and several of the male dragons around the table exchanged unsure glances as the queen shuddered.

"I... I am fine, I assure you..." She could hardly force out the words without her tongue lulling, the mere pressure of hardwood on her pussy driving her crazy. "I... Perfectly fine."

By umbra what's happening to me it's like... Like I'm in heat! She thought, noting the only one not looking at her was Stygian, as one final voice spoke up.

"Oh my, it looks like your queen is having a little trouble," Crytrauv cooed as he practically levitated form his chair without fear for consequence or repercussion, gliding over to rung a paw over the back of Narcissa's throne. "Hmmm, yes, can't you smell it?"

He sniffed the air playfully, and the queen winced as she hissed. "Mind your words... Now... Now's not the time."

The fox grinned deviously at the struggling dragonesse's words. "Oh, is it not?" he flexed a claw. "I think you'll find any time I deem it necessary, is the time."

"No... that's..." Narcissa staged from her seat, almost dragging her burning pussy across the floor and beginning to sweat as she came to one conclusion. "Arg... What did you do to me, you snake!"

"Oh, we have an ancient concoction that puts dragons in heat," he told her, and her eyes went wide as she glanced back at her goblet.

"What? How do you know it even works?" she forced as he effortlessly ran a claw over her rear and shifted rear to face the throne.

"We have personally tested it on other dragonesses and I can assure you it works," he confirmed as he inspected under her tail. "My, what a glorious pussy you are."

"What are you doing, fox?" Persephone hissed as she rose to her paws, only to resave a warning look from the queen as her new, as furry master proclaimed.

"Fluffing my end of the barging, of course." At that he slowly ran a claw down her belly, inspecting her like fine wine as she shuddered under his coy glare. "And what a fine deal we've made."

He ran another claw up her inner thigh as if he were an architect of pleasure inspecting his grand design, teasing the very edges of her scaly folds before shrugging off his robe and kneeling down to take a sniff.

"Oh, you smell so divine, my queen. Like you need a real male to breed you," he observed, taking another sniff before adding. "I've heard dragonesses are very receptive to all breeders and now you're in heat, you'll be filled with my brood before morning."

The queen grunted as she did her best to rest her head off the floor, lazily lifted her rear up, and coiled her tail, presenting herself to her new master as she hissed. "No, it wasn't supposed to be today."

"How would anyone know the ceremony even took place then?" He stroked her inner thigh once more before adding in a sultry whisper. "I see no harm in it right now, before all these witnesses, seeing as you appear to so desperately need it."

At that, his desire for foreplay seemed to bloom as he lowered his snout to her pussy once more, greeting her folds with a long, drawn-out lick. Narcissa shunted forward with a shrill moan, hind legs spread, wings flared and hips rocking as Crytrauv masterfully began teasing her burning clit.

"Oh, that's a good girl, a very good girl," he cooed as he worked. "Your ass is so fine, I've travelled far and wide and never come across anything so magnificent."

The queen snorted a grunt, suspending her head just above the floor as her sharp claws scraped at smooth marble, doing her best not to give the dominating fox her complete and utter submission as she shoved back and retorted.

"Oh, I'm sure it is... No other can compare to me!" Keeping just a little of her pride intact at that bold declaration, she wiggled her hips. "No, what are you here to do, tease me, or fuck me?"

At that, the fox grinned, his ears pressing flat to his head as he drew back, stroked her smooth thigh, and muttered. "I'm here to do whatever I like with you, that's if you want what's best for your kingdom?"

She glanced back at him looming above her raised hindquarters, a smirk plastered on his sly muzzle as he nodded to the court assembled before them. The queen's genitals thankfully out of their view, many starred with awkward expressions, while others gawked in horny awe. Stygian fidgeted, yet boasted a smug grin on his muzzle that almost mirrored Crytrauv's.

He had a part in this... I just know it.

His sister, meanwhile, started with dangerously narrowed eyes, the snarl on her face a warning that if the queen allowed it, she'd rip Crytrauv limb from limb. Even so, confidant in his masterful security, Crytrauv fixed the furious dragoness with a sultry grin as he gave her queen's arousal another sniff, before sinking his muzzle into her pussy once more, beady nose parting her tense labia as he pressed his tongue against her clit.

Narcissa shuddered forward with a grunt, forelegs almost turning to jelly as she continued to resist his advances, doing her best even as her claws clenched and her tail spasmed. All the while, her furry tormentor firmly grasped her butt, pulling her hips apart as he lavishly ran his rough tongue up the walls of her silken channel, before periodically tickling her clit with its tip.

Arg... H-he's done this before... I can tell. The queen noted as a sort of smoke hissed from her flared nostrils, and her eyes closed tightly. He's almost better than dragons that have seen to me before... H-how is he so good?

She really did not want to think, or admit, she may actually be enjoying this, yet as Crytrauv worked, he was swift to turn her own body against her. Not only had he poisoned her into the worst heat she'd ever had to endure, he was now purposefully drawing out his actions, doing his utmost to bring her to the edge of climax, before pausing. Urg... It's so hard to cum in heat... H-he's a monster... The queen could hardly focus on her own inner thoughts as she fidgeted, her master lifting one paw to grasp her tail and hold it up as he withdrew from her genitals and stood tall over her. W-what is he doing?

Narcissa felt the pressure of blossoming pleasure swelling in her gut as she glanced back to see him seemingly resisting his own urges, his sheath bulging as dark red appeared from its tip. Like rolling waves, his furry flesh peeled away to reveal the sleek, throbbing form of his glorious, canine cock.

By Umbra, he's huge! The queen noted, almost in awe as he reached down to stroke his growing erection.

"You like this don't you, my queen, you want it inside you," he declared, looking at her and stroking his member just enough for it to become harder, stiff enough for him to slowly slip it into her, sleek tip parting her labia as she uttered a shrill gasp, and instinctively wiggled her hips.

Crytrauv let out a pleasured grunt of his own as she stood tall, his inner thighs against her rump as he gazed down to admire his royal price. "That's a good girl, a very good girl."

One claw on her tail he held it out of the way, while the other greedily caressed her toned hips. "Even in all my time as a suitor, it's been rare for a dragoness to present herself to me so readily."

"W-well... Then I'm glad to be the first," she snorted resentfully, slipping just a little more into submission as she dare not meet the eyes of the court members before her. "Let's... let's just get this over with."

"Oh, but what's the rush, my queen?" He gave one light thrust, his cock twisting at an odd angle inside her and producing the most uncivilized sounds as she winced. "You made a deal, and I intend to take my time with you."

The next loathsome shove came at another odd angle as he shifted again, the air escaping her loose folds sounding as he leaned over her, and his cock twitched internally, sending a spike of ecstasy through the dragoness as it rubbed her clit. On instinct, she slipped further down, her rump shoved up and hips wigging to better accommodate his girth, ultimately sinking him deeper, until his swollen knot brushed against her labia.

She gave another shrill gasp as did he, before leaning over her back, stroking her sides and purring. "Oh no, I don't go all the way in until you beg, my queen." At half-mast already, he gave her another shove, warm juices squelching between them as he added. "You say you want it, and the knot goes in."

She stammered a grunt through gritted teeth as her jaw clenched tight as she slipped further into submission. No,... I won't give in, I... Arg... but the heat... it feels so good!

"I... I..." her face contorted into a whole manner of pleasured expressions as he slowly thrust in and out of her, his own exertions pleasantly controlled as only slow grunts and soft breaths escaped his muzzle to gently grace her neck. "I... Yes... I want you... I'm yours!"

His snout broke with a fanged smirk as he stroked her neck and stopped thrusting, cock at full mast, as he drew back. "That's such a good girl, before morning you'll be full with my new clutch."

The soft, controlled purr of his voice was a stark contrast to the sudden thrust of his hips, slamming his cock hard into her, balls slapping against her rump as, with an audible pop, his thick know squeezed inside. The queen's wrinkled face exploded as her eyes went wide and smoke hissed from her flared nostrils. His huge knot was like a hammer, and it sent her sprawling under him like a fledgling-chick who'd no idea how to stand as she growled like a savage beast.

Her wings fell at her flanks to support her, rear legs spread wide as she straddled the pool of warm fluid seeping out to gather below her needy pussy. Meanwhile, her pale-furred master thrust in and out, his exertions growing faster with each grunt as his own face scrunched in far more restrained pleasure. His form and poster were just as stoic, as wet pops signalled the in and out motion of his tight knot. All the while the queen could only roil in submission, her own orgasm rapidly drawing near as the dam her sudden heat had erected swelled to bursting point.

Yet before she could release, Crytrauv lowered himself to her arched neck once again. "I'll mark you as mine, my queen."

His words were followed by his tongue across her sleek scales. Before with a hard thrust of his hips that sent his knot firmly inside her, he bit down, teeth scraping her natural armor like daggers as the vibrations of his moaning rattled her muscles to jelly. She was done, she was his, and she did not resist as she practically melted under him, her own instinctive thrusts in time with his as he bit her neck hard, drawing blood and undoubtedly adding a scar of his own to the many that marred her.

She came without even knowing, lost in ultimate bliss as her warm juices coated his questing cock, losing up her tight passage just enough as he drew back, took her hips in his claws, and growled. "Look at your queen dragons of Malumspire. The ruler of Umbra is mine and I... I..." He lowered his muzzle back to her ear, a sultry grin on his face as her tongue lulled and she panted. "I'm going... g-going to cum in her."

Just then his cock spasmed, his face scrunching with a toothy snarl as he blasted his load deep into her ready womb. Over and over, she yelped as eruption after eruption surged from the tip of his hard cock, filling her to the point she almost felt her womb swell.

Arg... It's a wonder he's not under the influence of some fertility potion too, so much cum! She thought, yet could hardly even consider the fact as she'd lifted her hips high, wiggled her rump, and screamed in radiant bliss. But... he's... so good!

Her head flopped to the stone, shunting back and forth as he thrust over and over before resting a claw on her taut ass and tapping it like a pristine trophy. "Good, good girl... From now on the only cock good enough for you will be mine."

She snored smoke, glancing back at him in utter submission as she assured. "Y-yes... of course."

"Good," he cooed, giving her one last hard shove, expelling the final burst of his seed and eliciting a loud, illustrious moan, along with a breath of fire. "My good, queen."

"Okay, that's enough!" Persephone abruptly declared, shouting to her paws, shoving her chair back and marching over to stare the fox dead in the eyes.

Cock still deep inside Narcissa, Crytrauv snorted a chuckle, resting an elbow on the queen's ass and leaning his head in his palm, staring at the smaller dragoness opposing him like she were just as precious a treasure.

"What are you looking at, fox?" Persephone snapped harshly.

"Oh, merely the next in line," he taunted, and she bristled, snorting smoke as her wings ruffled.

"I'd like to see you try, vermin," she snapped but his confidence didn't diminish as he withdrew from the queen with a sharp pop, a surprising amount of his seed remaining locked within her tight lips as he effortlessly turned her for the whole court to see.

Many paled at the image of their violated queen, while others gawked in aroused awe. Persephone, on the other paw, did not take her dangerously-narrowed eyes off Crytrauv.

"You are the witness, right? You must sign the treaty," he beckoned, retrieving the parchment from beside Narcissa's throne. "Come, young dragoness." She begrudgingly did so, claws tapping on marble as she marched up to him, trying to ignore the queen almost subconsciously rolling her hips at his side, warm fluids trickling from her stuffed folds.

"Gaze upon my work," He ordered, gesturing to Narcissa's rear.

"There's hardly anything there," Persephone scoffed, and he smirked as he countered.

"Where would my seed work best? Trickling down beneath her tail, or deep within her belly?" The smaller dragonesse's words were reduced to a grumble as he added. "The rest will slowly trickle down her legs throughout the night as she sleeps at my side."

"Okay, so where do I sign so we can be done with this?" Persephone was swift to snap.

"A mix of our sex must be marked upon the treaty," Crytrauv elaborated, lifting a paw and nodding to the queen's arousal. "You must take the mix and stamp it onto the parchment, as a witness."

For the first time in her life, Persephone appeared disgusted.

"Do it, Persephone," Narcissa snorted, voice still rattled, and with a grunt the smaller dragoness pressed her forepaw flat to her ruler's pussy, drawing a pleasured yelp.

"Good, now stamp here," Crytrauv ordered, holding up the treaty, and with a swift press of her paw, Persephone left the sticky print in the appropriate place.

Drawing her forepaw back, she shook off the sickly strands of cum, still glaring at the fox as he inspected the signature happily, then grinned at her.

"There, it's done, it's over, fox," she hissed, but his smirk grew into a sly smile as he corrected her.

"Oh no, my sweet, I've only just begun."