{"sf1_id":1683435,"sf2_id":"keNNVwMe","title":"Diplomatic Domination","author":"Valcyrie","words":8774,"posted_at":"2021-02-10T13:55:00.000Z","tags":["Blowjob","Breeding","Cock","Cum","Cumming","Cumshot","Cunnilingus","Domination/Submission","Dominatrix","Dragon","Dragoness","Drake","Female","Femdom","Feral","Kinky","Male","Oral","Pregnancy","Pregnant","Pussy","Sex","Story","Vagina","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1683435-diplomatic-domination","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNNVwMe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/40/1a/401af41a-1349-4944-89c6-41f761b3283b","description":"#18 of Stories\n\nBy fall 2020 I reached 500 amazing watchers (Thank you!)\nI decided to hold this raffle in collaboration with IcEnder to celebrate.\nAs announced a month later, Rifty won.\nThis is the result.\n\nDIPLOMATIC DOMINATION\nAn intriguing story about a young and inexperienced diplomat who travels to a foreign nation to negotiate a deal, just to find himself in the claws of a very lusty queen. She bends the diplomat to her will and have him please her well. Does he secure the deal? Find out by reading~\n8700 wordsKink list:\n- Feral dragons\n- M/F\n- Inexperienced male\n- Femdom\n- Oral (Blowjob, cunnilingus)\n- Cum, cumshot\n- Breeding\nBackground to thumbnail made my IcEnder and the drake in the story is my friend RiftyAgon , it's been a pleasure getting to know him more... intimately through this work~ ;)","content":"DIPLOMATIC DOMINATION  \n  \n\"The North\" they called it. It could almost be found amusing, the fact that no one had come up with  \na more inspirational name yet. It was like calling an island for \"the island\" and would cause most  \nsoutherners to smirk. But few did know the complexity behind finding a \"proper\" name for the  \nNorth, for it was indeed almost impossible.  \n  \nThe North had been nothing but lands of scattered clans and tribes at best and sheer wilderness at  \nworst. It had been known as \"the Wildlands\" for centuries before it slowly but surely started to get  \nmore populated; and once civilization had been established for a few decades the name \"the North\"  \nhad started to spread all the more. It was still a wild, foreign and dangerous land ruled by many  \nlittle clans, warlords, tribesmen, minor kingdoms and city states; many of them highly traditionalist  \nand considered \"backwards\".  \n  \nFor centuries, the many small civilizations of the Wildlands had battled each other for territory,  \nriches and domination. This had been one of the main reasons the area was considered dangerous,  \nfor he who traded with one side would be attacked by the other. Trade routes were never entirely  \nsafe which, in return, raised the prices for any products from the south, leaving the North largely  \ndependant on itself - which was why it was lacking the many comforts of the southern world. It  \nwasn't until a mere 30 years ago that one of the lesser kingdoms, reaching from a city state by the  \nwestern sea, had started to continuously conquer lands and keep them in control. The land had been  \nin turmoil for a long time but it had started to stabilize 20 years ago and grow into a state of  \nconsiderable power. Ever since, the kingdom had slowly but surely either annexed smaller  \nkingdoms and tribes, or simply conquered them with blood and brute force. However, the power  \nstructure of this new kingdom on the rise was vastly different. Instead of pushing its own culture  \nand population over the lands it conquered, it raised local leaders into feudal lords who, in return for  \nrewards, swore loyalty to their new king. By joining they gained favourable trade deals as well as  \nmilitary might and protection against enemies and outlaws. Generally speaking, the perks far  \noutweighed the drawbacks which is why many smaller clans and tribes willingly submitted to their  \nnew king. Soon afterwards they saw their economy bloom with riches and grains from the wealthy  \nsouth. The health of the population increased with a more rich and mixed diet and all in all, life was  \nin an upwards curve.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Warfang was a mighty imperial city in the south, from which most merchants had been travelling  \nnorth. They had been the dominant power in the region for centuries and no one had ever paid the  \nWildlands to the north any attention. It was a tribal wilderness on the other side of a mountain range  \nand nothing more. Now that one kingdom had so rapidly started to spread its influence and  \nconquered land after land, however, the attention of Warfang had slowly shifted. When the first  \nwarnings and indications came, no one had bothered much. After all, preparing for a possible war  \nwas costly and the kingdom was yet deemed a \"petty peasant rule\" by most of the nobles. But when  \nmore and more traders came back bringing riches, gemstones and culture from the north, minds had  \nslowly started to change. To be on the safe side, Warfang had started to construct defences in the  \nmountains, but fortresses took years to build and the towers still only had their foundations laid  \nwhen reports came of the northern kingdom's rapid expansion. Several tribes and clans were  \nannexed into it every year, and by the time the bottom floor of the towers were finished, with no  \nmore defensive works than a wooden palisade and dirt walls, the northern influence already  \nstretched over an area half as big as Warfang. Such a rapid expansion had forced the nobles of the  \nempire into an emergency meeting where they would discuss how to handle their neighbour to the  \nnorth. It was no longer a petty peasantdom, but rather a force to be reckoned with - and respected.  \nAnd it was with that aspect that \"the Wildlands\" had became \"the North.\" A unified nation.  \nWarfang sure had a lot of military resources at their disposal, but fighting such an enemy with force  \nwould be very costly in both life and gold, so that was quickly put into the pile of emergency  \nsolutions. Instead, the Treasure Master of Warfang put his golden goblet of rich red wine on the  \ntable, crossed his paws and interlocking his digits, and looked around the table.  \n\"Gentledrakes.\" he started while nodding at them one by one, his frilly \"beard\" wiggling as he  \nspoke. \"I think it is quite obvious that we cannot easily scare such a ravenous nation into  \nsubmission by military might. They have managed well on internal resources for decades, if not  \ncenturies. They have nothing to lose but all to gain on a war with us.\"  \nThe other dragons around the table nodded, some scratching their chins with their claws.  \n\"I therefore suggest that we must give them something to lose. Something that will make them  \ninherently unwilling to ever bear arms against the south.\" He reached out with his arms as if to  \nsuggest something obvious. \"I suggest a trade deal. A very favourable trade deal, and imperial  \ntroops from Warfang to protect said trade routes all the way through the mountains. We have riches,  \ngreens and grains, items highly sought after in the north. Goods they do not want to part with.  \nGoods that will hurt to part with.\" Murmurs of agreement came from the other nobles. \"So... I  \nsuggest we start by sending an envoy up north to discuss these terms with the Northern King. If he  \nis as wise as he seems, he has everything to gain and nothing to lose on an alliance with us, as we  \nhave with him. And what revenue we lose in tolls and taxes from the trade deals, will be repaid as  \nthe goods can reach further north and a wider population.\"  \nThere was a pause of completely silence at the table before the next noble put his cup down.  \n\"I concur.\"  \nThe next cup clanked against the table.  \n\"Aye.\"  \n\"I concur.\"  \nOne by one, the cups hit the table until they reached the Chief of State. He looked around the table,  \nmeeting the gaze of each one of the gentledrakes at the table to make sure they were sincere. Once  \nhe saw sincerity in all their eyes, he closed his eyes and placed his cup down too.  \n\"I concur. So it is done.\" He then slowly opened his eyes again and looked at the Treasure Master.  \n\"I take it you already have an envoy in mind?\"  \n\"I have just the one.\" the Treasure Master smiled and nodded.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Rifty was one of the youngest Guardians of Fire. He was certainly not one to fulfil the image of  \nyour typical diplomat. One would surely think of an older, well-established and charismatic dragon  \nthat could be fluent and soft like water yet hard like rock depending on the situation, and always  \nwith nerves of steel. Rifty was nothing of the like. He was a smaller orange little drake, often shy  \nand submissive in his nature even though he could also be fierce. Neither did he possess a sharp  \ntongue nor was he eloquent, but he had this uncanny ability to somehow hit emotional triggers with  \nthose he talked to. There had been almost no situation he had not been able to talk his way out of,  \nand the few diplomatic missions he had been sent on had always turned out very fruitful. It was one  \nof those cases where no one really understood how he did it, but it worked, so...  \nWhen the Treasure Master approached Rifty with the proposition to send him up north, Rifty was  \nvery curious. He had never been north of the mountain range before. He had heard so many tales  \nand stories of the area and now he would finally get to see it for himself. He agreed to the mission  \nwithout much hesitation and was soon packing. No more than 3 days later he would head north  \ntogether with his companions, equipped and ready for a long travel through the mountains and into  \nthe wilderness beyond. If he secured this trade deal for Warfang, he would get a really nice cut for  \nhimself and could consider himself a rather wealthy dragon for many years to come.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Whatever Rifty had actually imagined the North to be like, it was nothing like what laid before him.  \nHe had thought of something along the lines of large, fancy wooden villages that had slowly turned  \ninto cities, with palisade walls and farmland still inside them. But what laid before him as the  \nmountains descended into valley was long wavy hills of forest that turned into large swathes of  \nfarmland before ending at the foot of a city wall. The tall walls rose up from the landscape like a  \ndark shadow that glowed from within by a thousand embers from all the houses inside it. Pillars of  \nsmoke rose from the chimneys and on a cliff, towering above the city, was a huge dark castle. It  \nlooked almost no different from the cities south of the mountains. Perhaps the northerners weren't  \nso far behind as he had thought. Rifty bit his lip in deep thought about what to actually expect upon  \narrival as the updraft dissipated under him and he started to glide lower. Soon the fresh, moist air of  \nthe pine forest under him reached his nostrils and he took a deep breath. It was a new smell to him,  \none never experienced before and it caused him to wiggle his nose and take a few more whiffs. It  \nhad a distinct freshness to it that he really appreciated. Suddenly he felt really excited from all the  \nimpressions and made a barrel roll in the air. He almost felt like a little hatchling again, going on  \nadventure and exploration.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;However, the childlike excitement was quickly taken away from him only a few moments later  \nwhen, out of the trees, 4 green dragons shot up around him. Rifty nearly let out a scream in shock  \nand almost tumbled to one side before he found himself surrounded by them. However they did not  \nstop him, but rather angled their wings gracefully and flew alongside him and his escort. The  \nsouthern dragons had all been taken by surprise at first, but now realized that they were being  \nescorted towards the castle. Rifty looked around between them. The green dragons had stonefaces -  \nvery professional as if they knew exactly what they were doing and had done this a million times  \nbefore. Soldiers. Real soldiers, Rifty thought to himself. Yet, there was one thing that really  \nbothered him about this: this was nothing but a show of force from the northern king, which could  \nonly send one very clear message - Come over the mountains uninvited, and you'll be taken out of  \nthe sky before you reach my walls.  \n  \nSoon they swept in over the city and Rifty couldn't help but notice the very mixed population  \nbeneath them. The north was really a potpourri of peoples and cultures who had started to gather  \nunder the same roof. He saw nagas, lizardfolk, elves, ogres... and of course lots of dragons, even  \nkobolds. They steered towards the cliff from which the castle stood tall overlooking the city beneath  \nit, catching an updraft and circling ever upwards until the soldiers guided them onto a plateau in the  \ncourtyard. As he landed, Rifty noticed a rather noble-looking purple dragon who stood patiently  \nwaiting before him. They were surrounded by what seemed to be honour guards and Rifty figured  \nthat this dragon must be an envoy of the King. He bowed his head down and the purple drake did  \nthe same before stepping aside and turning, revealing a door behind him.  \n\"I bid thee very welcome to Darkstone Castle. I hope the quarters will suit you.\"  \nAs he spoke, the door was opened by servants, revealing a decorated hallway behind it leading into  \nthe castle itself. Rifty exchanged a few looks with his followers before nodding towards the envoy,  \nstepping past him and entering the castle.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;He was quickly surrounded by servants, one of them showing him to his quarters while others took  \ncare of their luggage and others offered refreshments. This felt nothing like a wild uncivilized  \nwoodland, but just as fancy and flamboyant as the southern courts. As he entered his quarters -  \nwhich were very comfortable - he figured that perhaps it was time to re-evaluate the reputation the  \nNorth had in Warfang. He was told that he would be received at court by sunset and that he should  \ntake some time to rest, which after such a long flight was more than welcome. He was given a light  \nmeal and water so cold that it fogged up the glass. As he stretched out in the soft bed on top of  \nblankets and pillows, looking up at the decorated ceiling, he felt that this was really not a bad life  \nafter all. He fell asleep quicker than he expected and without realizing it. He thought he had only  \nclosed his eyes when he woke up later, but quickly realized that the room was basking in the golden  \nglow of the afternoon sun and a light knocking was heard at the door. Rifty sat up, rubbed the sleep  \nout of his eyes and blinked for a moment before answering. A servant carefully opened the door and  \nbowed. It was time to get up, get ready and head to court. More servants came into the room to help  \nhim with anything he might want or need, and after some refreshment in a fountain he was being  \nescorted down to the court - the throne room where he would be received by the King of the North.  \nSomeone he had always imagined as a rough and tough, ruthless ruler without much class, but from  \nwhat he had seen so far in the castle it seemed anything but and he really was not sure of what to  \nexpect at this point. His mind tried to draw up dozens of different personalities and scenarios as he  \nwalked through the corridors of the castle, trying to mentally prepare for the meeting he was about  \nto have. First impressions were incredibly important and could not afford to screw this one up. Soon  \nhe came up to a large double door, guards on each side pulling it open. He swallowed hard as the  \nbright light of the throne room shone through the gap. It was now, now or never.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;He stepped through the doors, the sound of his paws dampened by a red carpet. White pillars and  \nred drapes lined the walls in a throne room fit well for a mighty king. Rifty couldn't help it as his  \neyes wandered around the room, taking in the sheer might of the room he was in. And then, his eyes  \nfell on the throne. In it sat a large black dragon, much larger than Rifty himself. The dragon wore  \nsilver bellyscales and lavender purple wings, frills and... fins? Rifty couldn't help but admit  \nsurprise - he had not expected a sea dragon to sit on the throne here. Yet there was something off  \nabout him; despite being large and muscular, the king seemed lean and curvy with rather handsome  \ntraits. Could it be..? No. Rifty unconsciously started to walk faster to close the distance to have a  \ncloser look. But as he neared the stairs up to the throne it was no longer a question. The North  \ndidn't have a king. The black dragon's slender, curvy form and eyes spoke of something very  \ndifferent. They had a Queen. Rifty quickly kneeled before her and she lifted her head to look at him,  \nher ice blue eyes piercing him. He could almost feel them through his scales, which was an eerie  \nfeeling. She had a raw, robust look to her and was perhaps just as barbaric warlord-looking as he  \nhad expected the king to be, yet resided in such marvellous halls. She must have acquired a taste for  \nthe finer life, he thought to himself as he slowly stood back up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;The dragoness cocked her head at him, closely following his movements with those piercing eyes of  \nhers, watching every step, every little quiver of a scale. Nothing went unnoticed.  \n\"So... you must be the envoy from Warfang, I take it?\"  \nHer voice was dark and rumbly yet with clearly feminine undertones, fitting for a dragoness her  \nsize. He could see her chest muscles move under her hide as she spoke, her forked black tongue  \nwhipping and playing between rows of sharp, obsidian black glass-like teeth. The whole scene  \nreminded Rifty of a predator looking at her prey and it made him nervous. He felt himself tremble  \nslightly as a drop of sweat formed on his brow. One of his assistants quickly stepped up at his side  \nand bowed.  \n\"My Queen, this is Rifty, the youngest of the Guardians of Fire and the envoy to you from the city  \nof Warfang.\"  \nRifty made a quick bow as he was introduced, then looked up to see that the queen before him had  \nno servant to come up and tell him her titles. Instead her claws curled around the armrests of the  \nthrone with a scraping sound. She then slowly leaned forward, making her large stature become  \nmuch clearer to him. Rifty swallowed as she leaned in almost nose to nose with him. Her large  \nnostrils flared as she sniffed at him, taking in his scent. He could even feel the cool sensation as the  \nair flowed over his snout. She then pulled back a little bit, looking into his eyes.  \n\"And my name is Valcyrie.\" she spoke. \"Queen of the Northern lands. No inherited titles. Only  \nearned.\"  \nRifty swallowed hard. Why had he not been informed of this? Someone must surely have known  \nthat the North had a Queen and not a King. Had he been tricked into this? So that he would stand  \nhere, looking like a complete moron in front of everyone? Was this a trick? Some kind of  \nhumiliation? What had he done to deserve that? His mind was spinning wildly as the queen slowly  \ncocked her head the other way, her lips cracking up in a grin.  \n\"Is there something bothering you, Envoy?\"  \nRifty quickly shook his head.  \n\"Not at all, my Queen! I swear, I was merely misinformed of... of your... stature. I mean, beauty.  \nYour riches and tastes. How... marvellous your halls would be. The... hospitality of... your court.\"  \nWithout realizing it, Rifty had stared to sweat and tremble a bit more while nervously fiddling with  \nhis forepaws. Queen Valcyrie noticed his nervousness and sat up a bit more straight, blinking in  \nsurprise. This guy really did not seem like a renown diplomat at all, in fact he seemed to barely  \nknow what he was doing. She raised an eyeridge and just observed him for a while as he spoke.  \nOnly when he fell silent and nervously smiled at her did she lean forward again, her own expression  \ndeadly serious. She gave a quick nod to the others around, guards and members of court alike.  \n\"Leave us!\"  \nRifty gave a little jolt and looked around as everyone started to leave the room, including his own  \nservants, until no one but the Queen herself and him were remaining. The Queen leaned back in her  \nseat and just looked at him for a while where he stood in silence, fiddling with his paws. After a  \nwhile, she spoke.  \n\"So... you are indeed Rifty, hmmh?\"  \nHe swallowed and nodded.  \n\"Yes ma'm. I mean, my Queen.\"  \nHe ended in a nervous chuckle as he stumbled over his own words. The queen just looked at him for  \nanother moment before she gave a quick shake of her head and reached over to a side table, pulling  \nup a large silver pitcher from which she poured wine into two glasses.  \n\"Relax. Here, drink.\"  \nShe held out one of the glasses to him which he carefully accepted and lifted to his lips, taking a  \nsmall sip. He was cautious around alcohol. Valcyrie lifted her own glass towards him and glared  \ninto his eyes.  \n\"Drink!\" she commanded. Rifty gave a small gulp and quickly emptied his glass, but as he lifted it  \nback down from his lips he saw the Queen grin at him. That made him even more nervous, as the  \nlook on her face was one of victory, as if she knew exactly where she had him. She had only drank  \nhalf of her own glass and put it back on the side table before she leaned back in her throne again  \nand beckoned him closer with a curled claw. Rifty obeyed and came closer, reaching over to put his  \nown glass down as well. He now stood right before her, not sure of what she wanted and feeling  \nmore nervous than ever. She let him stand there for way longer than he would have wished for as  \nshe slowly looked over him, up and down. He felt a nervous jerk in his belly as her eyes slowly  \nshifted from piercing and aggressive to a deep and alluring, almost charming, look. She seemed to  \nrelax a bit and wiggled a little to make herself comfortable in the seat. One forepaw reached out and  \ngrabbed her glass, taking another sip from it before looking over him again. Her soft curious gaze  \ntraced over his curves and outline time and time and again.  \n\"Yes... yes, you'll do nicely...\" she mumbled to herself.  \n\"I'll do... what?\" He leaned forward to hear her better. She looked up at him and grinned.  \n\"I said, you'll do nicely.\"  \n\"Nicely for what?\" Rifty felt his nervousness rise again as the dragoness before him kept giving him  \nsome sort of amused wordless evaluation. Valcyrie slowly reached over and put her glass down  \nagain before just smiling up at him.  \n\"Have you even been with a dragoness before? Properly, I mean.\"  \n\"I... what?\" Rifty was so stunned by the question he really didn't know what to say.  \n\"My Queen, I-\" he started, but Valcyrie cut him off.  \n\"Your mate has been rather determined. She thinks it's about time you loosen up.\"  \n\"M-my mate..?\" He looked over at Valcyrie, confused and stunned.  \n\"Yes, your mate. Wasn't Kara her name..?\" Valcyrie looked up at him with a victorious smirk.  \n\"Yes, Kara is my ma- ... wait, how do you know her name?\" Rifty squinted at the Queen who's  \nsmirk was turning into a full grin. Valcyrie just reached over, grabbed the pitcher and poured his  \nglass full again before pushing it back into his paw.  \n\"Drink.\"  \nRifty looked from side to side, trying to find a place to put the glass away. Valcyrie shook her head  \nat him.  \n\"No no, drink. From that cup, or this.\" At the end of the sentence, she moved one of her forepaws  \ndown and with a claw traced the outline of an almost invisible slit between her legs.  \nRifty's heard stopped for a moment, then beat extra hard, and then stopped again. A cold knot of  \nnervousness was forming in his belly. What was that? Was she serious? And how did she know  \nabout Kara, his mate? His eyes went wide as a storm of thoughts built up inside his head. This  \nwhole situation was absurd and couldn't be real. He decided to try and play stupid.  \n\"I'm sorry, say again?\"  \nValcyrie grinned at him as her tail started to snake around - he could see the movements in the  \ncorner of his eye. He turned his head lightly to see the tip of her tail come snaking closer to his  \nneck, and as it started to curl around him he cleared his throat.  \n\"Ahem, m-my Q-Queen, I...\"  \nHe fell silent, closed his eyes and cleared his throat again as her tail gave a light squeeze around his  \nthroat. Then with a jerk he was pulled forward, nose to nose with the Queen. She was as beautiful as  \nshe was fierce, and he would lie if he said he had no attraction to her. In fact, ever since he first saw  \nher he had found a strange admiration for the strong, muscly dragoness. It was a rare and exotic  \nsight to see a female that was bigger and stronger than him; and the view of her stretching out in her  \nchair before him had given a small stir in his loins. Now, he felt her breath blend with his own, their  \nnoses touching, her eyes looking over him. She nuzzled him softly and then cocked her head.  \n\"Which... cup..?\"  \nWith his eyes still closed he reached out his foreleg, fumbling while trying to find the side table.  \nEventually the glass clinked against it and he slid it on top before opening his eyes again and  \nlooking back into hers. The gaze was softer now and so much more alluring. He could feel his  \ncheeks burn with a blush as he looked down. Not only did he see the outline of her slit, but his own  \nthrobbing loins were causing the tip of his black shaft to slowly poke out, glistening with pre-cum  \nalready. It made him feel very awkward and he froze in position for a while before he felt a light tug  \nfrom the tail around his neck. He let himself be pulled along, down to the floor in front of the  \nthrone, his head in perfect matching height with her nethers. He noticed that he was not the only one  \ngetting aroused, as her folds were now slightly more parted than before. Beneath the soft silver  \nscales of her belly was something fleshy and pink. The folds glistened with her wetness and he  \ncould smell her pheromones very clearly. The unmistakable scent of a female in heat. He huffed and  \nclosed his eyes again, feeling his shaft give an excited throb as his growing need was fuelled by the  \nwonderful scent. He couldn't help himself as he leaned forward, inhaled her scent deeply and  \nshuddered with lust.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Meanwhile, Valcyrie was watching the little drake before her. She had to agree that he was very cute  \nwhen he was nervous and didn't know how to handle her. And to see him almost have a meltdown  \nat the sight of her nethers made her feel attractive, which was not only intoxicating but also  \nexciting. Her eyes traced down his sides and down between his legs where a nice and tasty-looking  \nblack ridged shaft was throbbing excitedly. It was rather big, nice and girthy and she felt her nethers  \ngive an excited throb at the thought of having that slide inside her and fill her. But, one thing at a  \ntime. She watched instead how his nose got closer and closer to her partially open slit, inhaling her  \nscent deeply before the tip of his nose brushed against the moist edge of her nethers. She blinked  \nand shuddered at the touch and whispered to him.  \n\"Go on...~\"  \nRifty heard the whisper and carefully nuzzled her folds. He still had his eyes closed, but could feel  \nher squirm under him and hear the throne creak. Should he? A part of his brain was on fire, mad  \nwith desire and lust. Somewhere far in the back of his mind a reasonable voice tried to tell him to  \nback off, that this was the wrong thing to do, that he had a job to do. But that voice was quickly  \nsilenced as he heard the Queen give a light gasp and buck her hips, pressing her folds against his  \nsnout. The moist lips left a streak of her nectar on his nose, just under the nostrils. The smell of  \nheated dragoness filled his nose and he could feel his brain almost starting to run amok. He felt his  \ndragonhood throb - it was so hard at this point that it was almost painful. With a needy groan he  \nleaned forward and pushed his snout in between the warm, wet and absolutely heavenly folds. He  \nsnorted deeply, taking in her scent even more before nuzzling the folds and licking them. His tongue  \ngot quickly coated in her juices - the tangy taste felt wonderful and he licked even more. He felt the  \ndragoness before him tense up and let out a shivering gasp as he did so, but no longer cared much.  \nShe smelled and tasted so good, he had never known a dragoness could be such a treat. His brain  \nwas running wild on hormones and he licked around and into her wet slit over and over again,  \npurring and groaning into it, almost moaning. Meanwhile the dragoness curled her toes and  \nsquirmed, letting out a long shivering moan, coaxed out of her by his affections.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Suddenly something touched his shaft and he flinched. Opening his eyes he saw that her tail had  \ncurled around his shaft and was massaging it while slowly stroking it up and down. He felt himself  \nthrob hard and groaned in suppressed pleasure. The action caused him to leak large amounts of pre  \nfrom the tip and he saw it slowly coat his shaft as well as her tail. Seeing his pre-cum stick to and  \nspread over the dragoness's black scales was incredibly arousing and caused him to throb even  \nharder, leaking even more pre. He suddenly got self-conscious and felt awkward, blinking and  \nlooking up at her to gauge her reaction. But there was no look of disgust on the dragoness face,  \ninstead she was staring out into thin air in the throne room, panting with her tongue lolling out. She  \nwas enjoying this just as much as he did it seems. Her beautiful black forked tongue flopped slowly  \nup and down as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and shrinking visibly. He got curious now,  \nwondering if he could find some really good spots with his newfound lover. He carefully grasped  \nher tail and pushed it back towards the seat, spreading her warm wet folds a bit open. He could see  \nthe dark and pink wet tunnel that lead into her clearly, and it was oozing with her juices. He tried  \nlicking the corners but not much changed. After that he tried licking in the middle and slipping his  \ntongue into that dark tunnel of hers, and that she seemed to like! Her eyes widened and she panted  \nheavily, huffing and moaning. He repeated the action several times and watched how she started to  \nsquirm in her seat, writhing as her muscles flexed. He tried to push his snout against her opening to  \nreach deeper, and noticed her tense up and let out a soft eep. Curiously he cocked his head and  \nlooked up at her, gently pushing at different spots until he found it again. Pushing against and  \nnuzzling the fold closest to her belly seemed to make her squirm a lot. Now with a grin on his face  \nand some newly won confidence, he nudged and nuzzled along her fold while eagerly letting his  \ntongue play inside her tunnel. That quickly set her off, and soon she was writhing in her seat,  \nclawing so deep into the wood that splinters came off while her legs would occasionally kick  \naround him, sometimes nudging him while she squealed and squeaked in the high notes. He had  \nnever heard a dragoness make such noises before, but he liked it. A lot. His shaft throbbed hard in  \nthe coils of her tail and almost made small shots of pre-cum a few inches into the air.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Rifty was outside time and space. Right now, there was nothing else in the world but him and the  \nsquirming dragoness. The feeling of her scales under his paws, her scent, her taste, her muscles  \nmoving under her hide, tensing and relaxing... he felt as if they were one, connected. She with him,  \nand he with her. Tight together in a world of pleasure and mindless enjoyment. He had no idea how  \nmuch time had passed. It could have been seconds or minutes, or even hours. But suddenly, the  \ndragoness under him drew in a loud gasp followed by a strange wet noise as the air got stuck in her  \nthroat. Her maw opened and closed several times as she tried to get a sound out, but her body  \nwouldn't let her. In the next moment a gush of her hot nectar flowed over his tongue and snout,  \nspreading over his snout and forehead in a small squirt. Her folds clamped down around his tongue,  \nsqueezing and massaging it rhythmically. Her legs kicked and her forepaws clawed at the chair  \nbefore her voice finally got free from its orgasming prison, and the throne room was filled with the  \nlong, loving howl of a pleased dragoness. She arched her back and tensed up as wave after wave of  \npleasure washed through her, travelling along her spine and making her shudder. Her legs closed in  \nand squeezed around his head before relaxing and spreading again, repeatedly. Then ever so slowly  \nshe started to relax, almost collapsing back in her throne, her tail slumping away from his throbbing  \nshaft. She panted heavily and mewed softly. The fierce warrior queen was gone for the moment, and  \nreplaced with a soft and vulnerable lover. Rifty slowly pulled his snout and tongue away from her,  \nlooking up at her and couldn't help but smile. She was blissfully staring up into the roof for quite a  \nwhile before she closed her eyes and started to calm her breathing. Then she slowly opened her eyes  \nagain and looked down at him, a much warmer smile on her lips this time. Her chest heaved up and  \ndown a few times with deep breaths before she spoke.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Well done, diplomat. Very well done. Your Queen is very impressed with your... sharp tongue~\"  \nShe smirked at the end of that sentence, and Rifty could feel himself blush at the compliment. The  \nqueen cocked her head at him, surprised at his blush. Couldn't he even take a compliment properly?  \nWho was it that Warfang had actually sent to her? She had expected and older dragon, perhaps not a  \nbearded one but... not someone as inexperienced as a whelpling. On the other hand, he was kind of  \ncute with his shyness and nervousness, and Valcyrie found herself actually having taken a liking to  \nthe little drake before her. \"Ah, that's why.\" she thought to herself and blushed. \"He's not a sturdy  \nman, and that's the entire point. To be a cute lovable boy.\" She smirked as she had figured it out and  \nher eyes went back to wander over him. Curious thoughts circulated in her head, wondering how far  \nshe could push the little drake, just how far she could bend him before he snapped. Her eyes got that  \nhungry look again and she licked her lips as she looked at him, which made Rifty feel a sting of  \nnervousness yet again.  \n\"I... I only do what I can to please, my Queen. If it is my sharp tongue you desire, my sharp tongue  \nyou shall have.\"  \nHe winked at her and tried to put on a cocky smile that in reality came out as a nervous foolish grin.  \nValcyrie chuckled, snorting through her nostrils and slowly sat back up in her throne, her gaze  \ntravelling down his body to the throbbing black shaft glistening with pre-cum. She couldn't help but  \nlet out a hungry purr at the sight, for she did love a good portion of cum over her tongue. She  \ndecided to take this one step further.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;She slowly climbed out of her throne and came to stand over him. She carefully nudged him to roll  \nover completely onto his back and he obeyed without any hesitation. His wide curious eyes looked  \nup at the glittering silver underbelly of the mighty dragoness as she climbed over him until she  \nstood right over him. He could see her pink wet nethers right above him and his cock throbbed yet  \nagain. She saw the throb and the glob of pre-cum that came with it. She purred hungrily and licked  \nher lips yet again. It was time to get a taste of him in return. A shiver went through her body and  \nresulted in a few droplets of her juices that fell from her folds and onto his snout. He blinked and  \nhuffed, wiggling a bit under her in excitement. She bent her legs and Rifty felt himself tremble with  \nexcitement as the nethers above him came closer and closer, until she pretty much sat down over his  \nface. His nose was pushed in between her folds and he could feel the dragoness huff and shiver  \nfrom the sensation before she started to grind against it. It took him a moment to realize that she  \nwas riding his face almost like she would ride a cock, and the thought made him blush heavily. His  \nnose and tongue was filled with her scent and flavour yet again, and he reached his forepaws up to  \nhold her hips while he eagerly lapped at her folds. Then suddenly he felt something very wet and  \nwarm surround his shaft. It gave a powerful throb in response and he felt himself groan into her  \nfolds. At first he was a bit confused, but then he realized that the dragoness must have closed her  \nmaw around his shaft. Instinctively he started to buck his hips, letting out small soft moans as he  \nfelt his shaft slide in and out between her lips and glide against her tongue. He felt himself throb  \nhard inside her maw and knew that he was not going to last long. Her lips were so tight around the  \nshaft, yet her maw so wide and slick, her tongue so soft. It was an absolutely wonderful  \ncombination and he wanted to beg her to please never stop. Right now there was nothing he wanted  \nmore than the dragoness' maw around his cock, caring for him and milking him of cum. He saw  \nbefore him mental images of his cock shooting big spurts of white hot cum all over that black  \ntongue and could almost hear the greedy gulping sounds of the dragoness swallowing his load. He  \nthrobbed hard and whimpered, already nearing the edge. However she seemed to notice that and  \nstarted to go very slow and gently with him, dragging it out. For a moment he found himself pulling  \naway from her folds to whimper and beg her.  \n\"Please... please... keep going, keep going I-mmph.\"  \nHe was once more silenced as the dragoness sat down harder over his maw. He whined in protest  \nbut kept licking those heavenly folds that tasted even sweeter now after her orgasm. She sucked him  \never so slowly, her maw vibrating with her purrs as she tasted his pre-cum. It was salty and very  \ntasty and, different from many dragonesses, she actually liked the flavour. But as she let her tongue  \nexplore the ridges of the girthy shaft she couldn't help but imagine how amazing it would feel to  \nhave that shaft enter her, pound her from behind and fill her. She snorted lustily and her nethers  \nthrobbed hard around his tongue as a result. The taste and scent of his pre-cum filled her mind with  \nhis musk and hormones, much like her nectar had done to him, and it started to drive her insanely  \nhorny. Old instincts started to wake up to life inside the feral, instincts of a desire to breed. Her  \nnethers started to throb needily and opened up even more than before. With a lusty grunt she pushed  \nhard against him and then gasped around his shaft as his nose actually slipped inside. Rifty in the  \nmeantime suddenly felt the tightness around his nose and that he could no longer breathe. He  \nblushed hard and started to wiggle as the dragoness groaned needily and ground a few times against  \nhis snout before lifting herself up. He gasped for breath and then eeped as a series of droplets fell  \nfrom her folds and onto his chest. She was literally dripping wet at this point. His eyes travelled  \nfrom her slit up her belly and chest until he saw her head. She ever so slowly withdrew from his  \ncock and turned to look at him. Her eyes were glowing with an insatiable hunger, she was panting  \nand saliva dripped from her maw and onto his cock. Seeing her so horny for him was incredibly  \narousing yet he knew that mounting her and cumming inside her was probably a bad idea. How  \nwould he explain that to the council back home? \"Yes, negotiations went fine and also, the Queen is  \nnow carrying my eggs.\" He figured that his career would be short-lived after that, yet there was  \nnothing he desired more right now than to mount that dripping dragoness, rut her, claw at her, claim  \nher as his and fill her to the brim. He laid there panting and looking up at her for a few moments as  \nshe stood over him on shaky legs, panting and looking at him. And then she spoke.  \n\"I want you to mount me. I want you to take me, right here, right now. Rut me like a real drake and  \nI'll sign any deal you came to close with me.\"  \nRifty felt his heart throb and almost stop for a moment in his chest as he looked up at her with a  \nmixture of nervousness and mad lust.  \n\"M-my Queen, wouldn't that be really damaging for relations? If you take the seed of the envoy and  \nget eggs... that should be a job for royal marriage, not a diplomat.\"  \nShe breathed heavily for a while, then shook her head.  \n\"I don't care. I want you to take me. Now.\"  \n\"But my Queen, I ca-\"  \n\"Now!\" she cut him off. Rifty swallowed hard hearing the sudden demand in her tone. Did he dare  \ndeny her? If he did, he would risk the deal. If he didn't he'd secure the deal but most likely get  \nfired. He looked down between his legs at his throbbing cock.  \n\"My Queen, if I do, I don't think I can last very lo-\"  \n\"Now!\"  \nThis time, she ended the word with a snarl and Rifty no longer dared deny her. With his heart in his  \nthroat, beating so hard he thought it was going to burst out of his chest, he slowly got onto his feet  \nagain.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;The black dragoness stood before him, her tail raised, her entrance fully exposed and wet, dripping  \nonto the floor with desire. Her rear was plump, round and absolutely lovely to grab and hold on to.  \nHe slowly came up behind her and placed his forepaws on her hind, massaging it a little. As she  \ngasped and groaned needily, as scared as he was, he climbed up onto her back, feeling her tail push  \nagainst his belly and chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her nethers even before he entered  \nthem. He stood like that for a moment, his forepaws on her shoulders, his hindpaws on the ground,  \nhis throbbing shaft inches away from mutual bliss. This was it, all or nothing. He swallowed hard,  \nclosed his eyes and bucked his hips. He instantly felt his tip slid against something wet, warm and  \nslippery that guided him upwards and inwards. The warmth soon surrounded his tip and it felt  \nwonderful, wet, slick and tight like a silk glove. He grunted in pleasure, took a shaky step forward  \nso that his hips pushed against her rear and rolled them. With a wet slurping sound he felt his shaft  \nenter her and slide in deep. Ridge after ridge spread her entrance and he heard the dragoness gasp  \nand whimper softly. He opened his eyes and looked over her, it actually took him a while to realize  \nthat he was actually mounting a dragoness. He huffed and blushed at that, but also couldn't help but  \nsmile as he saw her pleased expression. She had longed for cock for quite a while it seemed. He was  \nshaking slightly still when he leaned in, nuzzled over her neck and his heart throbbed as he saw that  \nshe stretched it out to expose it for him. That was it, that was the sign. She was his, his to mate, his  \nto fill with cum. With a purring growl he reached down, opened his jaws wide and bit down around  \nher neck. She gasped and squirmed a bit under him at the bite which made his shaft throb with  \nexcitement. Half of what he did was instinct, half exploration. He tried tugging slightly at her and  \nrealized that he could indeed control her as she would follow his movements. With a lusty growl he  \npushed her downwards until her chest laid against the ground with her rump up high, and then he  \nstarted.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;First he pulled out and felt the ness shudder under him, then he rolled his hips and pushed himself  \nback in. Ridge after ridge, deep into the ness who opened her maw and howl-moaned out her  \npleasure. His ridges gave a wonderful tugging feeling on her nethers as they let her entrance spread  \nand tighten back up between each and every one of them. He snarled into the neckbite he had on  \nher, found a good angle and started to thrust hard. Loud wet slaps and slurps were mixed with his  \npleased grunts and her moaning howls as he took her, right in front of her own throne. Eggs or not,  \nhe no longer cared. This dragoness was his now, his to mate, his to fill. And fill her he would, he  \nwas already close. Apparently, so was she. Mere moments later he felt her throb hard around his  \nshaft as she squealed and squirmed under him, writhing and clawing at the ground. The royal red  \ncarpet was quickly turned into shreds under her claws. Being inside an orgasming dragoness was  \nthe best feeling he had ever felt. She was so tight, yet so slippery. Her nethers were twitching  \naround him and massaging his shaft in a way that nothing or no one had ever done before. It felt as  \nif he was getting milked. He grunted, growled and buried his claws in her hips.  \n\"I'm... I'm gonna...\" he tried to stutter out through gritted teeth, but the rest turned into a loud,  \nlustful growl. The relief was wonderful as he finally came. He felt himself throb so hard that his  \ncock jumped inside her, shooting rope after rope of hot white cum deep into her nethers. He kept  \npounding her all the while, opening his maw and letting go of her neck as his growl turned into a  \nroar. Hard deep thrusts into the orgasming ness under him, over and over again he slammed himself  \nagainst her rear.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Since she had edged him for such a long while before, his load was huge, and powerful. She  \nsquealed as she could feel the jets of cum shooting off inside her and start to fill her up. As her  \norgasm slowly died down her legs started to shake, she could feel how small streams of his cum had  \nstarted to leak out of her and was now dribbling down her thighs. Rifty slowly came to a halt and  \nhis senses caught up with him and he realized where he was and what he was doing. He blushed  \nhard and looked down and saw his cum slowly seep out of her nethers and down her thighs. He  \nstood still for a long while, feeling his heart pound in his chest. It felt awkward, yet good. Since he  \nwas inside her anyway, he leaned in over her and let himself slip in all the way until he hilted inside  \nher, panting happily over her neck that now had bitemarks. Soft little meeps and mews came from  \nthe dragoness under him who slowly lifted her head to look back up at him with a very content  \nsmile.  \n\"Mmh, w-well done, my little Envoy~\"  \n\"Gods... that was wonderful. You're mine now, my Queen...~\"  \nHe wiggled his hips triumphantly, making his shaft slide around inside her, causing her to let out a  \nfew gasping moans before she could reply.  \n\"I think rather, that you are mine~\"  \nHe cocked his head at her.  \n\"What do you mean? I took you, claimed you...\"  \nShe smirked at him and wiggled her hips, causing his shaft to slide around inside her again and  \nmake him gasp and shudder.  \n\"After I commanded you to. You're exactly where I wanted you~\"  \nRifty just looked at her for a long while, feeling a burning blush spread over his cheeks.  \n\"Now...\" the Queen licked one of her claws and reached over to the side table, pulling up a piece of  \nparchment. \"... I do believe I have a deal to sign.\"  \nRifty could only watch her and blush. A little while later once his shaft started to grow soft and  \nrecede did he pull out and came to lay down next to the Queen on what remained of the carpet. He  \nlooked up at her with a bit of a worried gaze for what he was about to ask.  \n\"So, uh... question... Kara?\"  \nThe Queen looked at him and grinned.  \n\"Oh, she cares about you, a lot. We've met before.\"  \n\"You've... met my mate..?\"  \n\"Oh yes, several times in fact. We stumbled upon each other while hunting and just happened to get  \nalong well.\"  \nRifty only looked at the Queen, swallowing and blinking.  \n\"She really thought it was about time that you met a proper dragoness. Someone who could pull you  \nout of your comfort zone, if you will.\" the Queen continued. \"She told me a lot about you and then  \nasked a favour. And since you seemed to be a nice dragon, I agreed to meet with you.\"  \n\"Hold up.\" Rifty blinked and held up a paw. \"Are you saying that all of this is staged?\"  \n\"Not all of it. Just our first meeting. I know who you were all along, and what to do with you. I just  \nwanted to see how far I could make Warfang's best diplomat bend to my will.\"  \nRifty didn't answer, but he felt himself turn scarlet with blush as he looked up at her. She grinned  \nback at him and flicked her tail playfully.  \n\"Don't worry, I won't say anything about our... private discussions of diplomacy. However, I will  \npraise your sweetness and personal touch.\"  \n\"Y-you will commend me?\"  \n\"Yes.\"  \nRifty was silent for a while, watching the queen dip her claws into ink and scribbling down her  \nletter of agreement to a very lucrative trade deal.  \nThe next day when Rifty arrived back in Warfang, he was welcomed and celebrated as a hero. His  \nservants had thrown him long looks, clearly suspecting what had taken place, but none had said a  \nword. When the Treasure Master looked through the letter later that evening he could barely believe  \nhis eyes. He looked up from the letter and focused his eyes on Rifty.  \n\"My boy... how did you manage to secure a deal like this?\"  \n\"I, uh... I managed to strike the Queen's heartstrings.\" he stammered. \"She found me charming, I  \nthink.\"  \n\"Very well!\" The treasure master reached for a clean piece of parchment and the inkwell. \"I shall  \ninstantly formulate a new letter to the Queen, including more exclusive and expensive trading goods  \nas well as military cooperation. I want you to fly back with this to her already by the weekend.\"  \n\"Y-you want me to go back there..?\"  \n\"Well yes, of course! She likes you, and it's imperative that we establish a very good contact with  \nher! We cannot let this opportunity go to waste. You will likely have to stay there for a few weeks.\"  \nRifty didn't say anything more, but blushed so hard that his scales almost turned scarlet. \"So this is  \nwhy she commended me.\" he thought, and blushed even harder. 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