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Two Weeks Later:

The days that followed the rather abrupt consummation ceremony were some of the most infuriating of Persephone's life. Between the incessant chattering of her brother as he became the rather favored advisor to Crytrauv. To Queen Narcissa's lapse in stern attitude, the fox's presence felt more like a slow takeover from within, then it did a peaceful coexistence. Persephone had been drawn into his new harem, there every night lounging on lavish pillows while the queen, now tethered to chains around the fox's bed, would be bred over and over.

She swore not an hour went by that she did not see cum dripping from her Queen's constantly-packed folds, or catch her gyrating her hips instinctively as if her new master were constantly fucking her. Yet the Queen was not Crytrauv's only toy, every other dragoness in the court had been rutted, marked with a bite scar on their neck and wombs full to the brim with seed. While sparing her the violation, for now, the fox would always ensure Persephone was present for such ruttings, to watch and inspect his work. Meanwhile, the small dragoness would sneak sessions with males from the dungeon, not even considering the idea she could be relieved by the fox, no matter what he told her.

It wasn't like she could fuck her brother anymore, he was practically Crytrauv's right-claw dragon, and he'd be there more often than not to remind her of his new station. She may have castrated him long ago, but the balls he had to tell her that she was nothing more than a slut to be fucked by her new furred master, almost drove her to cut his head off. She'd do just that if it were not for the Queen's orders that she do everything Crytrauv commanded, if only for the good of the kingdom. But the once terrifying Queen had become no more than a pawn, a slave to the fox's dick, and Persephone was really starting to question the stability of this 'supposed' treaty.

That fox thinks he can come here and dominate us all like sluts? She thought one day while stalking down one of the halls, a new silver collar around her neck, a gift from Crytrauv she was ordered to wear at all times (not that she could take it off if she tried). I'll show him and my stupid brother, they try to fuck me and I'll kill them, Narcissa's will or not!

At that idea, her head perked, and she glanced out one of the palace's tall windows to the courtyard below. In the days since the Queen's rutting, the curselings slaves had been hard at work building a dragon-sized harness. Formed from thick wood, leather straps, and metal fastenings, the thing sat upon a stage, tall enough for all the masses to see whoever was to be trapped there. Not to mention, its structure suggested that any dragon bound within would be forced down, their rear up, and tail locked over their back.

It's a subjugation harness. Persephone was not blind to what the fox had ordered her brother to construct as she spied the smaller, fur pelt-laden dragon overseeing the workforce. I could just go down there and demand he do as I say!

She was not oblivious to what the devious pair were up to, clearly, the fox intended to rut his queen in that harness, on display for the entire population of Malumspire to see. Yet while she could not properly oppose either of her new masters, Persephone could certainly make life difficult for them.

That's just what I'll do, They're not going to make a fool out of Narcissa so easily again. She thought bluntly, as she snatched her gaze away from the window and marched down the hall. I'll see them both strung up in my dungeon before this is over.

The long halls were a towering monument to the dark craftsmanship of Umbral dragons, with polished marble floors and gothic-style decor, they made the few ebon-scaled dragons passing Persephone by look right at home. Purple tapestries of Umbral heritage loomed between towering arches, their lavishly-decorated surfaces depicting sleek, black dragons clad in midnight-blue armor and the subjugation of lesser creatures.

Yet where the proud history of Umbra had once stood, it had started to become replaced by new, more alien features. The arctic fox culture had started to creep into the castle just as much as Crytrauv's incessant cock crept forward to tease the Queen's folds. He was good at making a dragoness beg, better than even Persephone herself, not that she'd ever admit it.

He can fuck her all he wants, he'll never compare to me. She thought as the collar about her neck began to tingle, filling her muscles with a pleasurable buzz. Urg, now, really?

She reached a forepaw up to grasp the thing, wishing nothing more than to rip it off as it vibrated softly. It was her master's call, what he used to tell her it was time to come to his chamber, only so he could make her watch as he fucked her fellow dragonesses like whores. She'd be surprised if all of them did not hold broods in their bellies by now, especially with the use of the fox's heat remedy, that seemed to make them crave his cock and nothing else.

He tries to use that on me and I'll spit in his face! See how he likes being in heat!

She'd no idea what may become of a male who ingested the elixir, but with her collar's buzz slowly growing in intensity, she bowed her head with a huff, and started to trudge her way back to Crytrauv's bed-chamber.

********

This time is going to be different, I'm not going to just stand there and gawk as he fucks them! She thought rebelliously as she trudged towards the grand doors of the room.

The smell alone, a mix of sweat, arousal, and wet fur was enough to give away what was going on inside, regardless of the constant moaning, grunts, and gasps. The reek of smoke even drifted under the door as Crytrauv seemed to have a particular fondness of fucking his dragonesses until they excelled as much fire as they did cum.

Talk about the definition of hot. Persephone's mind hissed begrudgingly. That fox is so needy, he just needs to get a life!

Regardless, she practically heaved herself up to the door, grasping the collar coiling tight around her neck as its influence stimulated her own needs almost as much as the fox's heat-instigator.

Umbra curse this stupid thing! She inwardly hissed as she shoved the door open, the pleasure sensation ceasing the moment she was in the humid chamber. I won't be his slave, not like the others!

A breath of relief escaped her as the collars arousing influence stopped, a small trickle seeping under her tail as she arched her back and ruffled her wings. Regaining a little of her dark composure, she glanced ahead, only to scowl at the devilish sight that greeted her.

To say that Crytrauv had remolded what had once been Queen Narcissa's royal bed-chamber to fit his own tastes, was an understatement. It was nothing like it had been before. Where there had once been the queen-sized bed, was now a whole mound of fine, purple pillows, with silken curtains hung around them from the arches above. Tapestries that once depicted the long heritage of Malumspire now showed more similarities to the northern cultures, boasting prosperous foxes in peaceful relations with other races, and their hybrid children. While more devilish robes displayed foxes rutting more subjugated rulers.

Just how many kingdoms have they done this to? Persephone wondered as she saw; griffins, hippogriffs, and other bipedal canines all subjugated by the fox's breeding treaties. They have their fingers in everything!

She could recall other dragonesses getting pregnant in similar ways, and even the armies that had been threatening Umbra had backed off in the time after the Queen had submitted. Not to mention, supplies had arrived from the north to aid the kingdom in its efforts to combat famine and pestilence.

And I still won't let him fuck me? Persephone threw her head up so high it was a wonder she did not catch the sealing as she mentally huffed. Of course not, I don't care about those cretins below the palace!

"Oh, Persephone, how nice of you to join us." The bitter dragonesse's thoughts were interrupted as two dragonesses cooed to her right, stretching out with sultry grins as they rolled amidst the pillows. "The master has been waiting for such a long time."

"Oh, he has indeed," the second dragoness added as she rolled over to embrace her dark-scaled companion, the two engaging in a long, passionate kiss.

Persephone simply snorted in disgust and marched through the sea of sheets, lingerie, and bondage towards the central pile, passing more harem dragonesses as she did so.

Weak fools, to so easily be swayed by the power of his cock! She thought with a huff. So much for Malumspire's great royal court!

Nevertheless, she pressed on, dismissing the heated odor and the sounds of sex spontaneously erupting around her as she brushed aside the silky central curtain to find her new master and his Queen. Right at the heart of the chamber was a large bed, almost smothered in pillows. Narcissa lounged like a snake coiled around it, her wings draped in silk, and her collar tethered to a chain that held her to the bed. It didn't take an expert to see that those same collar fastenings would also be compatible with the harness out in the courtyard, and the idea made Persephone start to sweat a little.

If he thinks he'll get me in that thing, he's mistaken. No matter the fastenings on her own collar, in all her fifty-seven years she'd never been subjugated in such a humiliating way, not even by her Queen. And I do not intend to start now.

Regardless, as her eyes loomed up from Narcissa, she saw who lay upon the bed. He was on his side, one clawed-paw on his hips as his bushy tail shrouded his cock from view. From the smell and sultry look on his face, it didn't take a genius to guess he'd just finished another session with his Queen, surely to reinforce her chances of conceiving.

As if he needs to, her heat is gone, she's surely with a brood now. Persephone noted, not even giving Crytrauv the luxury of a glance as he stared at her like a dark-diamond. He keeps doing that and I'll gouge his eyes out! Even so, it wasn't the fox that made the first move, but his Queen. Narcissa rolled onto her back, all four limbs spread, her wings flapped at her side, and a sly smile parting her muzzle as she exposed her packed pussy.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite, little dragoness," she cooed, beckoning Persephone to approach with a flick of her tail. "Why don't you come and play with me?"

With a disgruntled snort and a shake of her head, Persephone reluctantly obliged, flopping down beside her Queen as the larger dragoness purred and licked her cheek lovingly. She's no better than any of those weak-minded whelps outside, what has he done to her!

"Our master does so love to see us get along," her ruler added, eyes lidded as she bit at her smaller lover's neck playfully.

Your master, maybe. But not mine. Trying not to think about who Narcissa once was, the smaller dragoness did her best to ignore the queen's loving advances as she growled.

"Is that so?" Persephone's face wrinkled a little as the queen's tail slipped under her like a snake to tease her pussy. "B-because I would have thought... H-he'd tell me himself."

The queen withdrew with a smirk, her tail still going to work on Persephone's folds as the smaller dragoness did her best to resist. Meanwhile, Crytrauv sat up, his tail shifting to expose his sheath and balls, still coated in the arousal from his last session with the queen. Even so, he soon leaned forward, head resting on his folded forepaws as he stared at Persephone and addressed her.

"Oh, but I can talk to you, my dark jewel." The dragoness raised an eye crest in suspicion of the unique name as the queen giggled.

"Hehe, you don't know do you?" she asked.

"K-know what..." Persephone winced as the queen's tail struck her clit and she shuddered. "That... Gah! You're horny fools?"

Narcissa scoffed at the idea, while her furred master merely reached out to stroke her neck as he finally informed. "Oh no, my dark jewel, I have simply chosen you to be my final consummation, saved the best for last, so to say."

Persephone's collar started to buzz ominously as her snout wrinkled, and she hopped up from her queen's teasing. In the same moment, her former ruler lurched forward, but was held back by their master, who sat up calmly, seeming to admire the resistance left in his dark jewel. Not that he was about to let her defy him, and on cue, her collar started to buzz more, growing tighter as she grasped it.

"I-I... I'll never, not like them... I'll never be your fuck toy, fox!" she hissed furiously, even as she started to stagger.

"On the contrary, I think you will. Every other dragoness here has discovered their place, now it's time for you to find yours. Right here, at my side," he countered petting the bet beside him as she snorted.

"Oh really, for what, because I care about your treaty?" she stepped forward, snarling. "I don't care about that! I'll kill you and if your people have an issue with it, I'll kill them all too!"

He didn't even flinch at her dangerous display.

"You think that's what this is about now?" His cool laughter was almost mocking. "Oh no, my dark jewel, this is about what I want, and I want all of you gorgeous dragonesses."

"You have no power over me!" Persephone hissed, only to stagger as her collar's restrains grew tighter. "N-no... Arg... I don't want you!"

"Why kid yourself, you know you really do, little one?" he retorted, then nodded to the queen. "Now, I command you to fuck your Queen before me, she's in need of a good clean."

"No... I... I... Never!" With all of her strength, she bit back the pain in her neck, resisted her collar, and launched herself at the fox. "I'll kill you!"

For a split-millisecond, she swore she saw fear on his stoic face or at least hoped she'd terrified him. Yet before she could even lay so much as a claw on him, she was tackled to the side and pinned by strong talons.

"Don't resist, little one, there's no point," Queen Narcissa snarled, as no matter how much Persephone thrashed and squirmed, she was stuck there. "I have sacrificed too much for this alliance to have your stubbornness break it, you'll do as he says!" "Said like a true ruler," Crytrauv added admirably, sitting up and brushing himself off as he looked at the Queen and added. "But I think it's better if we forgo the foreplay and cut right to the main event. This little dragoness seems to need it."

******** The only place Persephone could glare as she was chained up and dragged out into the courtyard was dead ahead. Partly due to the flaps over her eyes that directed her vision and partly because dead ahead was where her brother was lingering with the biggest grin on his face.

This has to have been his plan all along, that snake! She selfishly dismissed all the terrible things she'd done to him before, it was common for the males to be subjugated in Malumspire. He has no right to take vengeance on me like this, the scheming wyrm!

Nevertheless, as she glanced about to see the court members gathered around the central podium upon which the harness had been erected, she could not help but snarl at them. Queen Narcissa walked at her side, her wobbled gate clearly affected by the hours of rutting she'd endured as she too stared at the harness with a sultry grin.

"You are lucky, you know, little one?" she began, as she glanced down at Persephone's bowed head. "What I would not have given to have him save me until last, to think I was the one he craved most."

"Well, you could have fooled me," the smaller dragoness hissed in response as she was escorted up the stairs and onto the stage. "When I said you were a whore, I thought it was dirty talk, now I see I was right." The Queen scoffed and shook her head.

"All for the good of Umbra, besides..." The queen leaned in close, a coy grin plastered on her muzzle as she kissed Persephone's cheek, and elicited a shudder from the smaller dragoness. "You'd still fuck me any day, little one."

Urg, Umbra please tell me she's wrong! No matter what she thought or how stubborn she was, Persephone could not deny that the Queen was right and that longing made her ache under the tail as she was directed into the harness and forced to stand still. This is so humiliating... Curse them!

The queen was the one to hold her there as curseling slaves began to fasten straps around her hind legs, ankles, and tail. Metal restraints were clamped around her wings and a muzzle loomed inches from her snout, just waiting to be wrapped over her. Yet with a chime of jewels and a clatter of sharp claws, it was her brother that finally strode forward.

"My, my, big sister, you are in a bit of a mess aren't you," he sneered with a smirk.

"Where have I seen something like this before?"

"Save your words, snake!" she hissed, grunting as the straps around her hind legs were pulled taught, spreading her hips wide. "If you think this makes you any more of a dragon, then you're wrong!"

Stygian gave a giddy nod to the curseling fastening his sister's tail up, ordering them to make it extra tight, so as not to obscure her now very exposed pussy. Even the sensation of air on her folds was irritating, and she grew moist with infuriating anticipation as she snarled.

"You were saying, dear sister?" Stygian mocked, stroking her shoulder like she were a breeding mare awaiting a stud. "You only think me less of a dragon because of what you cut away between my legs."

She shunted against her restraints like a bull ready to charge, the whole thing rattling and causing her timid brother to take a step back. Yet with a coy smile still on his muzzle, he came drifting back like a bad smell as he added.

"You took away what made me whole, I'm merely seeing that what makes you whole can be put to good use." His tail coiled around to stroke her smooth underside.

"Hmmm, you'll look fine fat with all my nieces and nephews."

"And you can live knowing that they'll be vile hybrids, you wyrm!" she retorted, but he shrugged.

"No child of Malumspire is ever pure, you know that. How many times did mother sleep with uncle without castrating him as you did me, hmmm?" He had her stumped at that as he reached into his robes and produced a small vial of purple liquid.

Persephone's eyes went wide as she saw it, and she struggled hard against her restraints. No, that's got to be what they gave to Narcissa!

Yet her efforts to escape were futile and her brother knew it as he grinned. "You know what this is, don't you?"

He swirled the vile as he brought it down to her snarling lips. "Ready for an early heat, sister?"

He didn't give her a moment to respond as he pulled a lever on her harness, yanking her mouth open just a little, enough to pour the elixir inside, before another mechanism built into the restraints yanked her head down and he pressed her nostrils shut, forcing her to swallow. The pure potion went to work far faster than it had done the queen. The fire in

Persephone's belly swelled like new life, worming its way to her nethers as her face and muscles tensed. Like a bolt of lightning, a surge of ecstasy lanced through her and she gasped, her clit starting to bloom as even the simplest breeze caused her to grow wetter.

"Arg... I... I'll kill you... S-Stygian..." she hissed through gritted teeth as her heat blossomed in full force and a little more than a moist trickle of arousal dripped from her exposed pussy for all to see. "Umbra damn you!"

As his sister instinctively started to wiggle her hips and the smell of her heat drifted into the air, Stygian could only smile in revenge-filled glee. "Oh, now you can't go doing that after this, dear sister. A broody dragoness has to be careful." He patted her shoulder as he slipped her muzzle on, the thing was tight, but just loose enough for her to grunt and snap.

"We'll have to do this all over again if you lose your clutch," her brother threatened as he chained her collar to the harness. "Wouldn't want that now, would you?"

"I... I'll kill you!" Was all Persephone could repeat, her muzzle rattling as her brother rolled his eyes.

"Oh well, I imagine the master will see fit to do this to you a lot anyway, so what's the difference, you'll birth his heirs eventually?" At that, he withdrew, just as the sound of the royal Malumspire horns bellowed. "Enjoy your rutting, sister, I know I will."

Persephone didn't even look at her smug sibling as she barely managed to glance back, restraints rattling, she caught sight of the Queen, and beside her, the infernal fox that had started this.

Urg... he... The small dragoness winced at the most intense heat ever burning under her raised tail. Heat or not... I won't make this easy for him!

Crytrauv ran a possessive claw over his queen's neck, exerting a shiver from her as he shrugged off his ceremonial robes and stepped up to the stage, presented with Persephone's forcefully exposed rear end. For a moment, he simply admired it, cocking his head with a somewhat smitten look.

"A dragoness of your fury presenting herself to me so readily, aren't I lucky?" he stated, running a claw over her thigh just as she'd seen him do the queen. "And here I thought Narcissa looked divine."

Her senses heightened, she shuddered, harness rattling as she forced through gritted teeth. "Save the small talk, let's get this over with."

He smirked at her as if she'd no power at all. "All in due time, my dark jewel," he cooed, and to her left, Persephone heard Stygian stifle a snicker. Curse the two of them, lusty... Her bitter thoughts were abruptly cut off as she felt Crytrauv sniff her moist pussy. Ahhh, this heat... it's so strong!

"My, you do smell gorgeous," he mused, stroking her thigh. "Dare I say better than your Queen."

Persephone held back her moans as he edged his muzzle closer, drawing a long lick over her folds.

Don't give him the satisfaction, don't break. She inwardly reminded herself over and over, yet her efforts were broken as Crytrauv gave her another generous lick. No... no...

"Gah... S-smell all you want, fox... I... You won't do to me what you did to them!" she snapped, struggling against her muzzle.

Crytrauv looked at her like she were an innocent fool, who'd no clue what was really going on as he stroked her butt and responded.

"Oh, you say that as if I did anything to them?" He drew his tongue over her moist labia once more, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from her no matter how hard she resisted. "But I simply showed them what it was like to be rutted by someone of my skill."

As the fox gave her pussy another curious lick, she shuddered against her restraints, her moans half roars as she did her best not to give in to his advances and her overwhelmingly strong heat. Yet the longing that burned under her raised tail was stronger than she'd ever experienced, and part of her could truly understand why many of the court dragonesses had given into his offer.

Not me... I... I won't be so weak... Her thoughts were cut off again as he sank his muzzle deep, tongue pressing her g-spot teasingly as his beady nose parted her sopping labia. Gah... no!

The restrained dragoness outwardly gasped, snout wrinkling into a snarl as her eyes closed. Yet as her jaw clenched tightly, she heard a snicker to her left and glared daggers at her smug brother as he asked.

"What's wrong, sister? I thought you liked foreplay?" He stalked around her, body low and shoulders rolling like a predatory feline as he sneered. "All those times you made me do it, chained me up so you could ride me for hours!"

There was malice beyond reckoning in his crimson eyes, yet as she attempted to respond, Persephone felt claws grasp her hips tightly and Crytrauv draw back again.

"Now, now," the arctic fox cooed. "I'm sure your sister will enjoy me just as much." He rose high over her, and though she could not see it, she felt the tip of his hard cock slip from its fuzzy sheath and tickle the edges of her folds.

She was sure the view the onlooking crowd was getting was somewhere between magnificent and arousing, especially for the males that stared at her greedily. On any normal day she'd have gutted them for even glancing at her in such a way, yet restrained as she was, she could only hope to maintain at least a little of her dominant pride as her brother stated.

"Oh, I'm sure she will. She loves it hard, slow, and drawn out." He shot her a knowing grin and she snarled at him. "Trust me, I know."

"You're a sour-scaled wyrm, you... Arg!" The moment she felt Crytrauv's hard erection part her folds, Persephone gasped, and her brother's grin only grew. "I should be the one mounting you, weaklings!"

"Hmm, looks like I'll have to make the most of my time with you then," the fox declared, stroking her raised tail as he started to thrust slowly, cock swiftly rising to half-mast as his dragoness grew wet.

The hot and sticky sounds coming from under her tail as he tested odd angles made her want to melt into the floor and disappear, if only to avoid the eyes all looking at her being bred like a whore. Queen Narcissa stalked around like her brother, peering at the smaller dragoness like she were a proud mother as her master's sleek cock thrust in and out slowly, his knot occasionally pressing against her folds as it swelled. Crytrauv gave a grunt as he stroked her toned flanks, and she winced as she struggled to hold back her blooming orgasm. Her imprisoned wings fidgeted, her claws scraped wood to splinters, and her teeth ground like stones as she felt spikes of pleasure radiate through her like ecstatic lightning.

"How does it feel to not want it, dare sister?" Stygian taunted, crouching by his larger sibling like a cat ready to toy with a mouse. "How does it feel to have him in there, like you forced me so many times?"

"I... feels..." Persephone grunted, biting back words. "It... I..." She could hardly talk through her rippling pleasure as Crytrauv leaned over her.

"It feels good, she'll admit it soon enough," he mused, thrusting hard as his cock shifted within her silken channel, rising to full mast. "I-I... I know I feel good."

He gave a sultry moan as he nibbled her neck and she winced, resisting the urge to thrust back as her hips swayed instinctively. No, I won't... Won't break!

"Come on... Admit you like it, sister," Stygian goaded as his master's knot pressed against Persephone's pussy like an uninvited guest. "The sooner you do, the sooner you can just enjoy it."

"She's enjoying it already, I can tell," Crytrauv observed, as his dragonesse's muscles clamped down on his cock, and with a hard shove, he plunged his swollen knot inside. "S-she needs it."

"Arrg!" Persephone's eyes shot wide as she felt him knot her, smoke and a roar erupting from her muzzle that would make even the Queen proud as she shunted forward and started to roll her hips with Crytrauv's

She was mere moments from climax, her heat burning like the fires of a volcano as she felt his cock rub her clit. He... He's doing it like that on purpose!

"Go on, you'll hold my brood by tonight, so beg for it," he muttered in her ear as he started to bite down on her neck, canine teeth breaching draconic scale as he marked her like his other dragonesses.

No... I never... He can knock me up, rut me forever but I... The whole stage shuddered as the imprisoned dragonesse's muscles clenched and she came hard all over her master's cock, hot juices seeping out around his thrusting to pool under her splayed legs. Ah, it feels so good!

Rolling on her waves of ecstasy, she thrust back into Crytrauv's crotch, his balls slapping her taut ass as his own face contorted and he groaned. "Admit it!"

All the while Stygian watched in sly contentment as he added. "What do you have left to lose, dear sister?" He flexed a foreclaw. "Your face is priceless right now, by the way. I've never seen you cum like that."

These two... I'll... I'll kill... Persephone's mind went blank once more as another orgasm surged through her, Crytrauv's exertions on her clit like a hammer blow sending her over the edge every time.

"S-she'll admit it soon enough... she's mine now, her next brood is mine and... She..." Crytrauv gripped her tight, claws digging through her scales and drawing blood, as with one hard shove, his sly resolve broke and he blasted his warm seed into her womb.

Persephone roared, parts of the harness creaking and cracking as straps went taught beyond their limits. Crytrauv exerted savage sounds with her as the pair came over and over like wild beasts, all the while the dragonesse's resilient mind growing weaker and weaker.

I like this... They're right I... Panting like she'd flown a marathon, her head flopped to the wood, restrained wings dropping at her sides with a metallic thud as she huffed smoke and glanced up at her furred master. I... I see why they all love him. She resented the idea more than anything, but couldn't help but submit as the fox lay over her, stroking her like she was a precious treasure hoard as she purred deeply.

"Good girl, now admit it." His sharp eyes met hers, filled with the same confident resolve even as some of the harness gave away around them.

I could kill him, but he doesn't care. His dominance was unquestionable. In fact, the only one Persephone wanted to kill was her brother as the sly wyrm took an anxious step back. I'll see to him later, he won't get off scot-free.

Nevertheless, as the weary dragoness glanced around at her fellows, particularly Queen Narcissa peering at her proudly, she could not help but admit she enjoyed it.

This is it... I'm some fox's broodmare... She hated the idea she was soon to swell with his brood but shoved it off as she confessed with a smoky huff.

"Y-yes... I-I admitted... I... you're my master." There was a series of satisfying sounds from the surrounding dragonesses, but Persephone only peered up at the fox still firmly within her as he sat up and grinned.

"Like I told you..." He gave a playful shove and a shrill eep escaped her as he added.

"You'd like it."