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DIPLOMATIC DOMINATION

"The North" they called it. It could almost be found amusing, the fact that no one had come up with

a more inspirational name yet. It was like calling an island for "the island" and would cause most

southerners to smirk. But few did know the complexity behind finding a "proper" name for the

North, for it was indeed almost impossible.

The North had been nothing but lands of scattered clans and tribes at best and sheer wilderness at

worst. It had been known as "the Wildlands" for centuries before it slowly but surely started to get

more populated; and once civilization had been established for a few decades the name "the North"

had started to spread all the more. It was still a wild, foreign and dangerous land ruled by many

little clans, warlords, tribesmen, minor kingdoms and city states; many of them highly traditionalist

and considered "backwards".

For centuries, the many small civilizations of the Wildlands had battled each other for territory,

riches and domination. This had been one of the main reasons the area was considered dangerous,

for he who traded with one side would be attacked by the other. Trade routes were never entirely

safe which, in return, raised the prices for any products from the south, leaving the North largely

dependant on itself - which was why it was lacking the many comforts of the southern world. It

wasn't until a mere 30 years ago that one of the lesser kingdoms, reaching from a city state by the

western sea, had started to continuously conquer lands and keep them in control. The land had been

in turmoil for a long time but it had started to stabilize 20 years ago and grow into a state of

considerable power. Ever since, the kingdom had slowly but surely either annexed smaller

kingdoms and tribes, or simply conquered them with blood and brute force. However, the power

structure of this new kingdom on the rise was vastly different. Instead of pushing its own culture

and population over the lands it conquered, it raised local leaders into feudal lords who, in return for

rewards, swore loyalty to their new king. By joining they gained favourable trade deals as well as

military might and protection against enemies and outlaws. Generally speaking, the perks far

outweighed the drawbacks which is why many smaller clans and tribes willingly submitted to their

new king. Soon afterwards they saw their economy bloom with riches and grains from the wealthy

south. The health of the population increased with a more rich and mixed diet and all in all, life was

in an upwards curve.

Warfang was a mighty imperial city in the south, from which most merchants had been travelling

north. They had been the dominant power in the region for centuries and no one had ever paid the

Wildlands to the north any attention. It was a tribal wilderness on the other side of a mountain range

and nothing more. Now that one kingdom had so rapidly started to spread its influence and

conquered land after land, however, the attention of Warfang had slowly shifted. When the first

warnings and indications came, no one had bothered much. After all, preparing for a possible war

was costly and the kingdom was yet deemed a "petty peasant rule" by most of the nobles. But when

more and more traders came back bringing riches, gemstones and culture from the north, minds had

slowly started to change. To be on the safe side, Warfang had started to construct defences in the

mountains, but fortresses took years to build and the towers still only had their foundations laid

when reports came of the northern kingdom's rapid expansion. Several tribes and clans were

annexed into it every year, and by the time the bottom floor of the towers were finished, with no

more defensive works than a wooden palisade and dirt walls, the northern influence already

stretched over an area half as big as Warfang. Such a rapid expansion had forced the nobles of the

empire into an emergency meeting where they would discuss how to handle their neighbour to the

north. It was no longer a petty peasantdom, but rather a force to be reckoned with - and respected.

And it was with that aspect that "the Wildlands" had became "the North." A unified nation.

Warfang sure had a lot of military resources at their disposal, but fighting such an enemy with force

would be very costly in both life and gold, so that was quickly put into the pile of emergency

solutions. Instead, the Treasure Master of Warfang put his golden goblet of rich red wine on the

table, crossed his paws and interlocking his digits, and looked around the table.

"Gentledrakes." he started while nodding at them one by one, his frilly "beard" wiggling as he

spoke. "I think it is quite obvious that we cannot easily scare such a ravenous nation into

submission by military might. They have managed well on internal resources for decades, if not

centuries. They have nothing to lose but all to gain on a war with us."

The other dragons around the table nodded, some scratching their chins with their claws.

"I therefore suggest that we must give them something to lose. Something that will make them

inherently unwilling to ever bear arms against the south." He reached out with his arms as if to

suggest something obvious. "I suggest a trade deal. A very favourable trade deal, and imperial

troops from Warfang to protect said trade routes all the way through the mountains. We have riches,

greens and grains, items highly sought after in the north. Goods they do not want to part with.

Goods that will hurt to part with." Murmurs of agreement came from the other nobles. "So... I

suggest we start by sending an envoy up north to discuss these terms with the Northern King. If he

is as wise as he seems, he has everything to gain and nothing to lose on an alliance with us, as we

have with him. And what revenue we lose in tolls and taxes from the trade deals, will be repaid as

the goods can reach further north and a wider population."

There was a pause of completely silence at the table before the next noble put his cup down.

"I concur."

The next cup clanked against the table.

"Aye."

"I concur."

One by one, the cups hit the table until they reached the Chief of State. He looked around the table,

meeting the gaze of each one of the gentledrakes at the table to make sure they were sincere. Once

he saw sincerity in all their eyes, he closed his eyes and placed his cup down too.

"I concur. So it is done." He then slowly opened his eyes again and looked at the Treasure Master.

"I take it you already have an envoy in mind?"

"I have just the one." the Treasure Master smiled and nodded.

Rifty was one of the youngest Guardians of Fire. He was certainly not one to fulfil the image of

your typical diplomat. One would surely think of an older, well-established and charismatic dragon

that could be fluent and soft like water yet hard like rock depending on the situation, and always

with nerves of steel. Rifty was nothing of the like. He was a smaller orange little drake, often shy

and submissive in his nature even though he could also be fierce. Neither did he possess a sharp

tongue nor was he eloquent, but he had this uncanny ability to somehow hit emotional triggers with

those he talked to. There had been almost no situation he had not been able to talk his way out of,

and the few diplomatic missions he had been sent on had always turned out very fruitful. It was one

of those cases where no one really understood how he did it, but it worked, so...

When the Treasure Master approached Rifty with the proposition to send him up north, Rifty was

very curious. He had never been north of the mountain range before. He had heard so many tales

and stories of the area and now he would finally get to see it for himself. He agreed to the mission

without much hesitation and was soon packing. No more than 3 days later he would head north

together with his companions, equipped and ready for a long travel through the mountains and into

the wilderness beyond. If he secured this trade deal for Warfang, he would get a really nice cut for

himself and could consider himself a rather wealthy dragon for many years to come.

Whatever Rifty had actually imagined the North to be like, it was nothing like what laid before him.

He had thought of something along the lines of large, fancy wooden villages that had slowly turned

into cities, with palisade walls and farmland still inside them. But what laid before him as the

mountains descended into valley was long wavy hills of forest that turned into large swathes of

farmland before ending at the foot of a city wall. The tall walls rose up from the landscape like a

dark shadow that glowed from within by a thousand embers from all the houses inside it. Pillars of

smoke rose from the chimneys and on a cliff, towering above the city, was a huge dark castle. It

looked almost no different from the cities south of the mountains. Perhaps the northerners weren't

so far behind as he had thought. Rifty bit his lip in deep thought about what to actually expect upon

arrival as the updraft dissipated under him and he started to glide lower. Soon the fresh, moist air of

the pine forest under him reached his nostrils and he took a deep breath. It was a new smell to him,

one never experienced before and it caused him to wiggle his nose and take a few more whiffs. It

had a distinct freshness to it that he really appreciated. Suddenly he felt really excited from all the

impressions and made a barrel roll in the air. He almost felt like a little hatchling again, going on

adventure and exploration.

However, the childlike excitement was quickly taken away from him only a few moments later

when, out of the trees, 4 green dragons shot up around him. Rifty nearly let out a scream in shock

and almost tumbled to one side before he found himself surrounded by them. However they did not

stop him, but rather angled their wings gracefully and flew alongside him and his escort. The

southern dragons had all been taken by surprise at first, but now realized that they were being

escorted towards the castle. Rifty looked around between them. The green dragons had stonefaces -

very professional as if they knew exactly what they were doing and had done this a million times

before. Soldiers. Real soldiers, Rifty thought to himself. Yet, there was one thing that really

bothered him about this: this was nothing but a show of force from the northern king, which could

only send one very clear message - Come over the mountains uninvited, and you'll be taken out of

the sky before you reach my walls.

Soon they swept in over the city and Rifty couldn't help but notice the very mixed population

beneath them. The north was really a potpourri of peoples and cultures who had started to gather

under the same roof. He saw nagas, lizardfolk, elves, ogres... and of course lots of dragons, even

kobolds. They steered towards the cliff from which the castle stood tall overlooking the city beneath

it, catching an updraft and circling ever upwards until the soldiers guided them onto a plateau in the

courtyard. As he landed, Rifty noticed a rather noble-looking purple dragon who stood patiently

waiting before him. They were surrounded by what seemed to be honour guards and Rifty figured

that this dragon must be an envoy of the King. He bowed his head down and the purple drake did

the same before stepping aside and turning, revealing a door behind him.

"I bid thee very welcome to Darkstone Castle. I hope the quarters will suit you."

As he spoke, the door was opened by servants, revealing a decorated hallway behind it leading into

the castle itself. Rifty exchanged a few looks with his followers before nodding towards the envoy,

stepping past him and entering the castle.

He was quickly surrounded by servants, one of them showing him to his quarters while others took

care of their luggage and others offered refreshments. This felt nothing like a wild uncivilized

woodland, but just as fancy and flamboyant as the southern courts. As he entered his quarters -

which were very comfortable - he figured that perhaps it was time to re-evaluate the reputation the

North had in Warfang. He was told that he would be received at court by sunset and that he should

take some time to rest, which after such a long flight was more than welcome. He was given a light

meal and water so cold that it fogged up the glass. As he stretched out in the soft bed on top of

blankets and pillows, looking up at the decorated ceiling, he felt that this was really not a bad life

after all. He fell asleep quicker than he expected and without realizing it. He thought he had only

closed his eyes when he woke up later, but quickly realized that the room was basking in the golden

glow of the afternoon sun and a light knocking was heard at the door. Rifty sat up, rubbed the sleep

out of his eyes and blinked for a moment before answering. A servant carefully opened the door and

bowed. It was time to get up, get ready and head to court. More servants came into the room to help

him with anything he might want or need, and after some refreshment in a fountain he was being

escorted down to the court - the throne room where he would be received by the King of the North.

Someone he had always imagined as a rough and tough, ruthless ruler without much class, but from

what he had seen so far in the castle it seemed anything but and he really was not sure of what to

expect at this point. His mind tried to draw up dozens of different personalities and scenarios as he

walked through the corridors of the castle, trying to mentally prepare for the meeting he was about

to have. First impressions were incredibly important and could not afford to screw this one up. Soon

he came up to a large double door, guards on each side pulling it open. He swallowed hard as the

bright light of the throne room shone through the gap. It was now, now or never.

He stepped through the doors, the sound of his paws dampened by a red carpet. White pillars and

red drapes lined the walls in a throne room fit well for a mighty king. Rifty couldn't help it as his

eyes wandered around the room, taking in the sheer might of the room he was in. And then, his eyes

fell on the throne. In it sat a large black dragon, much larger than Rifty himself. The dragon wore

silver bellyscales and lavender purple wings, frills and... fins? Rifty couldn't help but admit

surprise - he had not expected a sea dragon to sit on the throne here. Yet there was something off

about him; despite being large and muscular, the king seemed lean and curvy with rather handsome

traits. Could it be..? No. Rifty unconsciously started to walk faster to close the distance to have a

closer look. But as he neared the stairs up to the throne it was no longer a question. The North

didn't have a king. The black dragon's slender, curvy form and eyes spoke of something very

different. They had a Queen. Rifty quickly kneeled before her and she lifted her head to look at him,

her ice blue eyes piercing him. He could almost feel them through his scales, which was an eerie

feeling. She had a raw, robust look to her and was perhaps just as barbaric warlord-looking as he

had expected the king to be, yet resided in such marvellous halls. She must have acquired a taste for

the finer life, he thought to himself as he slowly stood back up.

The dragoness cocked her head at him, closely following his movements with those piercing eyes of

hers, watching every step, every little quiver of a scale. Nothing went unnoticed.

"So... you must be the envoy from Warfang, I take it?"

Her voice was dark and rumbly yet with clearly feminine undertones, fitting for a dragoness her

size. He could see her chest muscles move under her hide as she spoke, her forked black tongue

whipping and playing between rows of sharp, obsidian black glass-like teeth. The whole scene

reminded Rifty of a predator looking at her prey and it made him nervous. He felt himself tremble

slightly as a drop of sweat formed on his brow. One of his assistants quickly stepped up at his side

and bowed.

"My Queen, this is Rifty, the youngest of the Guardians of Fire and the envoy to you from the city

of Warfang."

Rifty made a quick bow as he was introduced, then looked up to see that the queen before him had

no servant to come up and tell him her titles. Instead her claws curled around the armrests of the

throne with a scraping sound. She then slowly leaned forward, making her large stature become

much clearer to him. Rifty swallowed as she leaned in almost nose to nose with him. Her large

nostrils flared as she sniffed at him, taking in his scent. He could even feel the cool sensation as the

air flowed over his snout. She then pulled back a little bit, looking into his eyes.

"And my name is Valcyrie." she spoke. "Queen of the Northern lands. No inherited titles. Only

earned."

Rifty swallowed hard. Why had he not been informed of this? Someone must surely have known

that the North had a Queen and not a King. Had he been tricked into this? So that he would stand

here, looking like a complete moron in front of everyone? Was this a trick? Some kind of

humiliation? What had he done to deserve that? His mind was spinning wildly as the queen slowly

cocked her head the other way, her lips cracking up in a grin.

"Is there something bothering you, Envoy?"

Rifty quickly shook his head.

"Not at all, my Queen! I swear, I was merely misinformed of... of your... stature. I mean, beauty.

Your riches and tastes. How... marvellous your halls would be. The... hospitality of... your court."

Without realizing it, Rifty had stared to sweat and tremble a bit more while nervously fiddling with

his forepaws. Queen Valcyrie noticed his nervousness and sat up a bit more straight, blinking in

surprise. This guy really did not seem like a renown diplomat at all, in fact he seemed to barely

know what he was doing. She raised an eyeridge and just observed him for a while as he spoke.

Only when he fell silent and nervously smiled at her did she lean forward again, her own expression

deadly serious. She gave a quick nod to the others around, guards and members of court alike.

"Leave us!"

Rifty gave a little jolt and looked around as everyone started to leave the room, including his own

servants, until no one but the Queen herself and him were remaining. The Queen leaned back in her

seat and just looked at him for a while where he stood in silence, fiddling with his paws. After a

while, she spoke.

"So... you are indeed Rifty, hmmh?"

He swallowed and nodded.

"Yes ma'm. I mean, my Queen."

He ended in a nervous chuckle as he stumbled over his own words. The queen just looked at him for

another moment before she gave a quick shake of her head and reached over to a side table, pulling

up a large silver pitcher from which she poured wine into two glasses.

"Relax. Here, drink."

She held out one of the glasses to him which he carefully accepted and lifted to his lips, taking a

small sip. He was cautious around alcohol. Valcyrie lifted her own glass towards him and glared

into his eyes.

"Drink!" she commanded. Rifty gave a small gulp and quickly emptied his glass, but as he lifted it

back down from his lips he saw the Queen grin at him. That made him even more nervous, as the

look on her face was one of victory, as if she knew exactly where she had him. She had only drank

half of her own glass and put it back on the side table before she leaned back in her throne again

and beckoned him closer with a curled claw. Rifty obeyed and came closer, reaching over to put his

own glass down as well. He now stood right before her, not sure of what she wanted and feeling

more nervous than ever. She let him stand there for way longer than he would have wished for as

she slowly looked over him, up and down. He felt a nervous jerk in his belly as her eyes slowly

shifted from piercing and aggressive to a deep and alluring, almost charming, look. She seemed to

relax a bit and wiggled a little to make herself comfortable in the seat. One forepaw reached out and

grabbed her glass, taking another sip from it before looking over him again. Her soft curious gaze

traced over his curves and outline time and time and again.

"Yes... yes, you'll do nicely..." she mumbled to herself.

"I'll do... what?" He leaned forward to hear her better. She looked up at him and grinned.

"I said, you'll do nicely."

"Nicely for what?" Rifty felt his nervousness rise again as the dragoness before him kept giving him

some sort of amused wordless evaluation. Valcyrie slowly reached over and put her glass down

again before just smiling up at him.

"Have you even been with a dragoness before? Properly, I mean."

"I... what?" Rifty was so stunned by the question he really didn't know what to say.

"My Queen, I-" he started, but Valcyrie cut him off.

"Your mate has been rather determined. She thinks it's about time you loosen up."

"M-my mate..?" He looked over at Valcyrie, confused and stunned.

"Yes, your mate. Wasn't Kara her name..?" Valcyrie looked up at him with a victorious smirk.

"Yes, Kara is my ma- ... wait, how do you know her name?" Rifty squinted at the Queen who's

smirk was turning into a full grin. Valcyrie just reached over, grabbed the pitcher and poured his

glass full again before pushing it back into his paw.

"Drink."

Rifty looked from side to side, trying to find a place to put the glass away. Valcyrie shook her head

at him.

"No no, drink. From that cup, or this." At the end of the sentence, she moved one of her forepaws

down and with a claw traced the outline of an almost invisible slit between her legs.

Rifty's heard stopped for a moment, then beat extra hard, and then stopped again. A cold knot of

nervousness was forming in his belly. What was that? Was she serious? And how did she know

about Kara, his mate? His eyes went wide as a storm of thoughts built up inside his head. This

whole situation was absurd and couldn't be real. He decided to try and play stupid.

"I'm sorry, say again?"

Valcyrie grinned at him as her tail started to snake around - he could see the movements in the

corner of his eye. He turned his head lightly to see the tip of her tail come snaking closer to his

neck, and as it started to curl around him he cleared his throat.

"Ahem, m-my Q-Queen, I..."

He fell silent, closed his eyes and cleared his throat again as her tail gave a light squeeze around his

throat. Then with a jerk he was pulled forward, nose to nose with the Queen. She was as beautiful as

she was fierce, and he would lie if he said he had no attraction to her. In fact, ever since he first saw

her he had found a strange admiration for the strong, muscly dragoness. It was a rare and exotic

sight to see a female that was bigger and stronger than him; and the view of her stretching out in her

chair before him had given a small stir in his loins. Now, he felt her breath blend with his own, their

noses touching, her eyes looking over him. She nuzzled him softly and then cocked her head.

"Which... cup..?"

With his eyes still closed he reached out his foreleg, fumbling while trying to find the side table.

Eventually the glass clinked against it and he slid it on top before opening his eyes again and

looking back into hers. The gaze was softer now and so much more alluring. He could feel his

cheeks burn with a blush as he looked down. Not only did he see the outline of her slit, but his own

throbbing loins were causing the tip of his black shaft to slowly poke out, glistening with pre-cum

already. It made him feel very awkward and he froze in position for a while before he felt a light tug

from the tail around his neck. He let himself be pulled along, down to the floor in front of the

throne, his head in perfect matching height with her nethers. He noticed that he was not the only one

getting aroused, as her folds were now slightly more parted than before. Beneath the soft silver

scales of her belly was something fleshy and pink. The folds glistened with her wetness and he

could smell her pheromones very clearly. The unmistakable scent of a female in heat. He huffed and

closed his eyes again, feeling his shaft give an excited throb as his growing need was fuelled by the

wonderful scent. He couldn't help himself as he leaned forward, inhaled her scent deeply and

shuddered with lust.

Meanwhile, Valcyrie was watching the little drake before her. She had to agree that he was very cute

when he was nervous and didn't know how to handle her. And to see him almost have a meltdown

at the sight of her nethers made her feel attractive, which was not only intoxicating but also

exciting. Her eyes traced down his sides and down between his legs where a nice and tasty-looking

black ridged shaft was throbbing excitedly. It was rather big, nice and girthy and she felt her nethers

give an excited throb at the thought of having that slide inside her and fill her. But, one thing at a

time. She watched instead how his nose got closer and closer to her partially open slit, inhaling her

scent deeply before the tip of his nose brushed against the moist edge of her nethers. She blinked

and shuddered at the touch and whispered to him.

"Go on...~"

Rifty heard the whisper and carefully nuzzled her folds. He still had his eyes closed, but could feel

her squirm under him and hear the throne creak. Should he? A part of his brain was on fire, mad

with desire and lust. Somewhere far in the back of his mind a reasonable voice tried to tell him to

back off, that this was the wrong thing to do, that he had a job to do. But that voice was quickly

silenced as he heard the Queen give a light gasp and buck her hips, pressing her folds against his

snout. The moist lips left a streak of her nectar on his nose, just under the nostrils. The smell of

heated dragoness filled his nose and he could feel his brain almost starting to run amok. He felt his

dragonhood throb - it was so hard at this point that it was almost painful. With a needy groan he

leaned forward and pushed his snout in between the warm, wet and absolutely heavenly folds. He

snorted deeply, taking in her scent even more before nuzzling the folds and licking them. His tongue

got quickly coated in her juices - the tangy taste felt wonderful and he licked even more. He felt the

dragoness before him tense up and let out a shivering gasp as he did so, but no longer cared much.

She smelled and tasted so good, he had never known a dragoness could be such a treat. His brain

was running wild on hormones and he licked around and into her wet slit over and over again,

purring and groaning into it, almost moaning. Meanwhile the dragoness curled her toes and

squirmed, letting out a long shivering moan, coaxed out of her by his affections.

Suddenly something touched his shaft and he flinched. Opening his eyes he saw that her tail had

curled around his shaft and was massaging it while slowly stroking it up and down. He felt himself

throb hard and groaned in suppressed pleasure. The action caused him to leak large amounts of pre

from the tip and he saw it slowly coat his shaft as well as her tail. Seeing his pre-cum stick to and

spread over the dragoness's black scales was incredibly arousing and caused him to throb even

harder, leaking even more pre. He suddenly got self-conscious and felt awkward, blinking and

looking up at her to gauge her reaction. But there was no look of disgust on the dragoness face,

instead she was staring out into thin air in the throne room, panting with her tongue lolling out. She

was enjoying this just as much as he did it seems. Her beautiful black forked tongue flopped slowly

up and down as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and shrinking visibly. He got curious now,

wondering if he could find some really good spots with his newfound lover. He carefully grasped

her tail and pushed it back towards the seat, spreading her warm wet folds a bit open. He could see

the dark and pink wet tunnel that lead into her clearly, and it was oozing with her juices. He tried

licking the corners but not much changed. After that he tried licking in the middle and slipping his

tongue into that dark tunnel of hers, and that she seemed to like! Her eyes widened and she panted

heavily, huffing and moaning. He repeated the action several times and watched how she started to

squirm in her seat, writhing as her muscles flexed. He tried to push his snout against her opening to

reach deeper, and noticed her tense up and let out a soft eep. Curiously he cocked his head and

looked up at her, gently pushing at different spots until he found it again. Pushing against and

nuzzling the fold closest to her belly seemed to make her squirm a lot. Now with a grin on his face

and some newly won confidence, he nudged and nuzzled along her fold while eagerly letting his

tongue play inside her tunnel. That quickly set her off, and soon she was writhing in her seat,

clawing so deep into the wood that splinters came off while her legs would occasionally kick

around him, sometimes nudging him while she squealed and squeaked in the high notes. He had

never heard a dragoness make such noises before, but he liked it. A lot. His shaft throbbed hard in

the coils of her tail and almost made small shots of pre-cum a few inches into the air.

Rifty was outside time and space. Right now, there was nothing else in the world but him and the

squirming dragoness. The feeling of her scales under his paws, her scent, her taste, her muscles

moving under her hide, tensing and relaxing... he felt as if they were one, connected. She with him,

and he with her. Tight together in a world of pleasure and mindless enjoyment. He had no idea how

much time had passed. It could have been seconds or minutes, or even hours. But suddenly, the

dragoness under him drew in a loud gasp followed by a strange wet noise as the air got stuck in her

throat. Her maw opened and closed several times as she tried to get a sound out, but her body

wouldn't let her. In the next moment a gush of her hot nectar flowed over his tongue and snout,

spreading over his snout and forehead in a small squirt. Her folds clamped down around his tongue,

squeezing and massaging it rhythmically. Her legs kicked and her forepaws clawed at the chair

before her voice finally got free from its orgasming prison, and the throne room was filled with the

long, loving howl of a pleased dragoness. She arched her back and tensed up as wave after wave of

pleasure washed through her, travelling along her spine and making her shudder. Her legs closed in

and squeezed around his head before relaxing and spreading again, repeatedly. Then ever so slowly

she started to relax, almost collapsing back in her throne, her tail slumping away from his throbbing

shaft. She panted heavily and mewed softly. The fierce warrior queen was gone for the moment, and

replaced with a soft and vulnerable lover. Rifty slowly pulled his snout and tongue away from her,

looking up at her and couldn't help but smile. She was blissfully staring up into the roof for quite a

while before she closed her eyes and started to calm her breathing. Then she slowly opened her eyes

again and looked down at him, a much warmer smile on her lips this time. Her chest heaved up and

down a few times with deep breaths before she spoke.

"Well done, diplomat. Very well done. Your Queen is very impressed with your... sharp tongue~"

She smirked at the end of that sentence, and Rifty could feel himself blush at the compliment. The

queen cocked her head at him, surprised at his blush. Couldn't he even take a compliment properly?

Who was it that Warfang had actually sent to her? She had expected and older dragon, perhaps not a

bearded one but... not someone as inexperienced as a whelpling. On the other hand, he was kind of

cute with his shyness and nervousness, and Valcyrie found herself actually having taken a liking to

the little drake before her. "Ah, that's why." she thought to herself and blushed. "He's not a sturdy

man, and that's the entire point. To be a cute lovable boy." She smirked as she had figured it out and

her eyes went back to wander over him. Curious thoughts circulated in her head, wondering how far

she could push the little drake, just how far she could bend him before he snapped. Her eyes got that

hungry look again and she licked her lips as she looked at him, which made Rifty feel a sting of

nervousness yet again.

"I... I only do what I can to please, my Queen. If it is my sharp tongue you desire, my sharp tongue

you shall have."

He winked at her and tried to put on a cocky smile that in reality came out as a nervous foolish grin.

Valcyrie chuckled, snorting through her nostrils and slowly sat back up in her throne, her gaze

travelling down his body to the throbbing black shaft glistening with pre-cum. She couldn't help but

let out a hungry purr at the sight, for she did love a good portion of cum over her tongue. She

decided to take this one step further.

She slowly climbed out of her throne and came to stand over him. She carefully nudged him to roll

over completely onto his back and he obeyed without any hesitation. His wide curious eyes looked

up at the glittering silver underbelly of the mighty dragoness as she climbed over him until she

stood right over him. He could see her pink wet nethers right above him and his cock throbbed yet

again. She saw the throb and the glob of pre-cum that came with it. She purred hungrily and licked

her lips yet again. It was time to get a taste of him in return. A shiver went through her body and

resulted in a few droplets of her juices that fell from her folds and onto his snout. He blinked and

huffed, wiggling a bit under her in excitement. She bent her legs and Rifty felt himself tremble with

excitement as the nethers above him came closer and closer, until she pretty much sat down over his

face. His nose was pushed in between her folds and he could feel the dragoness huff and shiver

from the sensation before she started to grind against it. It took him a moment to realize that she

was riding his face almost like she would ride a cock, and the thought made him blush heavily. His

nose and tongue was filled with her scent and flavour yet again, and he reached his forepaws up to

hold her hips while he eagerly lapped at her folds. Then suddenly he felt something very wet and

warm surround his shaft. It gave a powerful throb in response and he felt himself groan into her

folds. At first he was a bit confused, but then he realized that the dragoness must have closed her

maw around his shaft. Instinctively he started to buck his hips, letting out small soft moans as he

felt his shaft slide in and out between her lips and glide against her tongue. He felt himself throb

hard inside her maw and knew that he was not going to last long. Her lips were so tight around the

shaft, yet her maw so wide and slick, her tongue so soft. It was an absolutely wonderful

combination and he wanted to beg her to please never stop. Right now there was nothing he wanted

more than the dragoness' maw around his cock, caring for him and milking him of cum. He saw

before him mental images of his cock shooting big spurts of white hot cum all over that black

tongue and could almost hear the greedy gulping sounds of the dragoness swallowing his load. He

throbbed hard and whimpered, already nearing the edge. However she seemed to notice that and

started to go very slow and gently with him, dragging it out. For a moment he found himself pulling

away from her folds to whimper and beg her.

"Please... please... keep going, keep going I-mmph."

He was once more silenced as the dragoness sat down harder over his maw. He whined in protest

but kept licking those heavenly folds that tasted even sweeter now after her orgasm. She sucked him

ever so slowly, her maw vibrating with her purrs as she tasted his pre-cum. It was salty and very

tasty and, different from many dragonesses, she actually liked the flavour. But as she let her tongue

explore the ridges of the girthy shaft she couldn't help but imagine how amazing it would feel to

have that shaft enter her, pound her from behind and fill her. She snorted lustily and her nethers

throbbed hard around his tongue as a result. The taste and scent of his pre-cum filled her mind with

his musk and hormones, much like her nectar had done to him, and it started to drive her insanely

horny. Old instincts started to wake up to life inside the feral, instincts of a desire to breed. Her

nethers started to throb needily and opened up even more than before. With a lusty grunt she pushed

hard against him and then gasped around his shaft as his nose actually slipped inside. Rifty in the

meantime suddenly felt the tightness around his nose and that he could no longer breathe. He

blushed hard and started to wiggle as the dragoness groaned needily and ground a few times against

his snout before lifting herself up. He gasped for breath and then eeped as a series of droplets fell

from her folds and onto his chest. She was literally dripping wet at this point. His eyes travelled

from her slit up her belly and chest until he saw her head. She ever so slowly withdrew from his

cock and turned to look at him. Her eyes were glowing with an insatiable hunger, she was panting

and saliva dripped from her maw and onto his cock. Seeing her so horny for him was incredibly

arousing yet he knew that mounting her and cumming inside her was probably a bad idea. How

would he explain that to the council back home? "Yes, negotiations went fine and also, the Queen is

now carrying my eggs." He figured that his career would be short-lived after that, yet there was

nothing he desired more right now than to mount that dripping dragoness, rut her, claw at her, claim

her as his and fill her to the brim. He laid there panting and looking up at her for a few moments as

she stood over him on shaky legs, panting and looking at him. And then she spoke.

"I want you to mount me. I want you to take me, right here, right now. Rut me like a real drake and

I'll sign any deal you came to close with me."

Rifty felt his heart throb and almost stop for a moment in his chest as he looked up at her with a

mixture of nervousness and mad lust.

"M-my Queen, wouldn't that be really damaging for relations? If you take the seed of the envoy and

get eggs... that should be a job for royal marriage, not a diplomat."

She breathed heavily for a while, then shook her head.

"I don't care. I want you to take me. Now."

"But my Queen, I ca-"

"Now!" she cut him off. Rifty swallowed hard hearing the sudden demand in her tone. Did he dare

deny her? If he did, he would risk the deal. If he didn't he'd secure the deal but most likely get

fired. He looked down between his legs at his throbbing cock.

"My Queen, if I do, I don't think I can last very lo-"

"Now!"

This time, she ended the word with a snarl and Rifty no longer dared deny her. With his heart in his

throat, beating so hard he thought it was going to burst out of his chest, he slowly got onto his feet

again.

The black dragoness stood before him, her tail raised, her entrance fully exposed and wet, dripping

onto the floor with desire. Her rear was plump, round and absolutely lovely to grab and hold on to.

He slowly came up behind her and placed his forepaws on her hind, massaging it a little. As she

gasped and groaned needily, as scared as he was, he climbed up onto her back, feeling her tail push

against his belly and chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her nethers even before he entered

them. He stood like that for a moment, his forepaws on her shoulders, his hindpaws on the ground,

his throbbing shaft inches away from mutual bliss. This was it, all or nothing. He swallowed hard,

closed his eyes and bucked his hips. He instantly felt his tip slid against something wet, warm and

slippery that guided him upwards and inwards. The warmth soon surrounded his tip and it felt

wonderful, wet, slick and tight like a silk glove. He grunted in pleasure, took a shaky step forward

so that his hips pushed against her rear and rolled them. With a wet slurping sound he felt his shaft

enter her and slide in deep. Ridge after ridge spread her entrance and he heard the dragoness gasp

and whimper softly. He opened his eyes and looked over her, it actually took him a while to realize

that he was actually mounting a dragoness. He huffed and blushed at that, but also couldn't help but

smile as he saw her pleased expression. She had longed for cock for quite a while it seemed. He was

shaking slightly still when he leaned in, nuzzled over her neck and his heart throbbed as he saw that

she stretched it out to expose it for him. That was it, that was the sign. She was his, his to mate, his

to fill with cum. With a purring growl he reached down, opened his jaws wide and bit down around

her neck. She gasped and squirmed a bit under him at the bite which made his shaft throb with

excitement. Half of what he did was instinct, half exploration. He tried tugging slightly at her and

realized that he could indeed control her as she would follow his movements. With a lusty growl he

pushed her downwards until her chest laid against the ground with her rump up high, and then he

started.

First he pulled out and felt the ness shudder under him, then he rolled his hips and pushed himself

back in. Ridge after ridge, deep into the ness who opened her maw and howl-moaned out her

pleasure. His ridges gave a wonderful tugging feeling on her nethers as they let her entrance spread

and tighten back up between each and every one of them. He snarled into the neckbite he had on

her, found a good angle and started to thrust hard. Loud wet slaps and slurps were mixed with his

pleased grunts and her moaning howls as he took her, right in front of her own throne. Eggs or not,

he no longer cared. This dragoness was his now, his to mate, his to fill. And fill her he would, he

was already close. Apparently, so was she. Mere moments later he felt her throb hard around his

shaft as she squealed and squirmed under him, writhing and clawing at the ground. The royal red

carpet was quickly turned into shreds under her claws. Being inside an orgasming dragoness was

the best feeling he had ever felt. She was so tight, yet so slippery. Her nethers were twitching

around him and massaging his shaft in a way that nothing or no one had ever done before. It felt as

if he was getting milked. He grunted, growled and buried his claws in her hips.

"I'm... I'm gonna..." he tried to stutter out through gritted teeth, but the rest turned into a loud,

lustful growl. The relief was wonderful as he finally came. He felt himself throb so hard that his

cock jumped inside her, shooting rope after rope of hot white cum deep into her nethers. He kept

pounding her all the while, opening his maw and letting go of her neck as his growl turned into a

roar. Hard deep thrusts into the orgasming ness under him, over and over again he slammed himself

against her rear.

Since she had edged him for such a long while before, his load was huge, and powerful. She

squealed as she could feel the jets of cum shooting off inside her and start to fill her up. As her

orgasm slowly died down her legs started to shake, she could feel how small streams of his cum had

started to leak out of her and was now dribbling down her thighs. Rifty slowly came to a halt and

his senses caught up with him and he realized where he was and what he was doing. He blushed

hard and looked down and saw his cum slowly seep out of her nethers and down her thighs. He

stood still for a long while, feeling his heart pound in his chest. It felt awkward, yet good. Since he

was inside her anyway, he leaned in over her and let himself slip in all the way until he hilted inside

her, panting happily over her neck that now had bitemarks. Soft little meeps and mews came from

the dragoness under him who slowly lifted her head to look back up at him with a very content

smile.

"Mmh, w-well done, my little Envoy~"

"Gods... that was wonderful. You're mine now, my Queen...~"

He wiggled his hips triumphantly, making his shaft slide around inside her, causing her to let out a

few gasping moans before she could reply.

"I think rather, that you are mine~"

He cocked his head at her.

"What do you mean? I took you, claimed you..."

She smirked at him and wiggled her hips, causing his shaft to slide around inside her again and

make him gasp and shudder.

"After I commanded you to. You're exactly where I wanted you~"

Rifty just looked at her for a long while, feeling a burning blush spread over his cheeks.

"Now..." the Queen licked one of her claws and reached over to the side table, pulling up a piece of

parchment. "... I do believe I have a deal to sign."

Rifty could only watch her and blush. A little while later once his shaft started to grow soft and

recede did he pull out and came to lay down next to the Queen on what remained of the carpet. He

looked up at her with a bit of a worried gaze for what he was about to ask.

"So, uh... question... Kara?"

The Queen looked at him and grinned.

"Oh, she cares about you, a lot. We've met before."

"You've... met my mate..?"

"Oh yes, several times in fact. We stumbled upon each other while hunting and just happened to get

along well."

Rifty only looked at the Queen, swallowing and blinking.

"She really thought it was about time that you met a proper dragoness. Someone who could pull you

out of your comfort zone, if you will." the Queen continued. "She told me a lot about you and then

asked a favour. And since you seemed to be a nice dragon, I agreed to meet with you."

"Hold up." Rifty blinked and held up a paw. "Are you saying that all of this is staged?"

"Not all of it. Just our first meeting. I know who you were all along, and what to do with you. I just

wanted to see how far I could make Warfang's best diplomat bend to my will."

Rifty didn't answer, but he felt himself turn scarlet with blush as he looked up at her. She grinned

back at him and flicked her tail playfully.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything about our... private discussions of diplomacy. However, I will

praise your sweetness and personal touch."

"Y-you will commend me?"

"Yes."

Rifty was silent for a while, watching the queen dip her claws into ink and scribbling down her

letter of agreement to a very lucrative trade deal.

The next day when Rifty arrived back in Warfang, he was welcomed and celebrated as a hero. His

servants had thrown him long looks, clearly suspecting what had taken place, but none had said a

word. When the Treasure Master looked through the letter later that evening he could barely believe

his eyes. He looked up from the letter and focused his eyes on Rifty.

"My boy... how did you manage to secure a deal like this?"

"I, uh... I managed to strike the Queen's heartstrings." he stammered. "She found me charming, I

think."

"Very well!" The treasure master reached for a clean piece of parchment and the inkwell. "I shall

instantly formulate a new letter to the Queen, including more exclusive and expensive trading goods

as well as military cooperation. I want you to fly back with this to her already by the weekend."

"Y-you want me to go back there..?"

"Well yes, of course! She likes you, and it's imperative that we establish a very good contact with

her! We cannot let this opportunity go to waste. You will likely have to stay there for a few weeks."

Rifty didn't say anything more, but blushed so hard that his scales almost turned scarlet. "So this is

why she commended me." he thought, and blushed even harder. Not that he would mind.