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The sky carriage shuddered and rattled like some rickety, old ship as it swooped in low towards the dark clouds around the fortress. Truly, times had changed since the glory days of the ebon dynasty that the chariots of such esteemed dragons would rock and creek like they were about to fall apart at any moment. Not only that, but the infernal curselings that held the thing aloft with their enchanted wings, took less care than was expected. That, or they simply lacked the proper training and edicate that had once been beaten into previous generations of their kind.

What a time we live in that not even slaves can be good at their jobs. Thought Anubia as she slouched against the outer wall of the carriage, peering out the faded glass window at the equally dull clouds outside. To think our kind lost any of its dominance, it's utterly ridiculous!

The young ebon dragoness snorted smoke, her eyes narrowed as if she were staring down a hated nemesis as she regarded her dark-scaled complexion in the glass. Midnight black scales tinted with metallic brass as if she were forged from smelted shadow-steal. She had a narrow snout, and a pair of corkscrew horns studded with golden rings on either side of her slender skull, not to mention crimson eyes as red as a blood moon. Not only that, but she was large and well-toned for her age, not some half-breed tail chaser or an impure dragoness like... Dare she say, her queen.

If I were queen we'd never have been sent away. The dragoness inwardly grumbled. What do any of them think they're really doing? Tradition? Ha, tradition is useless if they're all too soft-scaled to uphold it.

Anubia didn't like to think about her current rulers however, the very dragons that had sent her away for her rights of passage, the same as they did for every dragoness that came of age. Not that the trials were anything new to her. A dragoness only reached breeding age at around twenty-five winters, but she'd known about the ordeal for far, far longer. All that time she'd wanted it, and yet been shunned, treated like a whelp when she was far more mature in her mind. She'd wanted the power, the domination, to take a mate under her and make them know she was in charge.

Of course, around ebon dragonesses, that was easier said than done. It was a dragoness eat drake world, and while females were often on top, every shadow-wing was at each other's throats almost constantly. Be it for sex, politics, or even logistics in some tight-tails' cases.

Urg, like that insufferable court liege Stygian. Anubia mentally huffed, recalling the small, cushioned male that the queen foolishly allowed to be her adviser. I take the throne and he'll be gone in an instant. Haha, he thinks his sister treats him bad, I'd do so much worse.

Of course, that was just another idea. Taking the throne for herself the same way Narcissa had done, killing her predecessor in one on one combat. The current queen was small, weak, but also cunning and resourceful. It was hard to trick her, but Anubia was sure after the year of trials she'd just been subject to, she could surely give the queen a run for her money.

That was, of course, if she could even get back to the palace in one piece, as the moment the devious thought crossed her devilish mind, the wooden frame rocked and jolted around her, moldy curtains flopping and old cushions sent flying.

"Grr, by the shadows, can't they just fly straight!?" she hissed out loud, gripping the worn seat around her with her talons to save herself from being tossed around. "I get my talons on whoever is driving this thing and I'll gut them like pigs!"

She snorted smoke as the turbulence settled, only then picking up on the small eep that had emitted from the only other dragoness to share the cramped space with her. Sitting opposite on a bed of old pillows, the dragoness was smaller than Anubia, yet what she lacked in size she made up for in regal beauty. She had horns and spines that flowed like liquid obsidian, a tail like a whip, and razor talons like glass daggers. Her features were sleek and slender, sharpened like deathly blades, and her midnight scales bore a hint of violet, an almost twilight hue to them that shimmered in the dullest flame.

She was the kind of ebon dragoness that one would refer to with an awe for her deadly aura, the kind of killer beauty that was the last thing many foolish males would lay eyes upon. Yet for all of that, Anubia knew this gorgeous dragoness well, and she knew for sure that the whole killer siren idea was as far from the truth as possible.

Seriously, I don't know how she even passed the trials! The larger of the two thought as she glared at her companion with a huff. All beauty and brains, no backbone!

"You do that and there will be no one to fly us home though?" muttered Umbra, ruffling a violet wing as she tidied herself up. "I'd rather just put them through a little more training."

Anubia's expression fell flat as she deadpanned.

"Umbra, the only thing you understand is numbers and words, not proper training with claws and talons." Umbra shied away at that, but Anubia wasn't done as she added swiftly."If not for your brain, you wouldn't even be here."

"Hardly, just because we're not all powerhouses like you, doesn't mean we don't have other values," the smaller dragoness reasoned, and Anubia rolled her eyes.

Maybe a few more values than whoever let our kind fall into this sorry state, sure, but really? She didn't say as much, very aware of where she misspoke about her queen, even if she was sure Umbra didn't have the spine to tell on her. There will be time. Umbra may be shy, but she's cunning too, she'd use a slip up like that against me for sure.

"Yeah, well, keep talking like that and I'll powerhouse you into next week," the larger dragoness growled, only for Umbra to blink and blush.

"Is that like... The sexy way, or the... I won't like it so much kind of way?" she asked timidly, and Anubia blinked, feeling bashful heat in her own cheeks before she stammered.

"Y-you know perfectly well what way!" She lifted up high, discovering that she was panting a little and her voice was far more shrill than she'd intended.

At least until the carriage swayed under her, forcing her to take a seat once again.

"Not that I wouldn't keep you in my harem, every female will bow to me someday," she hissed under her breath bitterly.

"So many devious ambitions, just like the rest," Umbra giggled, as she stroked her wings in the nervous way she always did. "You should be careful though, remember what happened to Persephone's mother?"

Yeah, she was strung up and the rest of her family half-starved for years. Anubia recalled, but that had been the old queen's doing, Narcissa had a softer side. Why else would she keep those two runts around?

Even so, at least Persephone was one of the few dragonesses with the right mindset to get things done, she just lacked the body and power. Anubia said as much, yet in a way she was sure Umbra couldn't turn against her.

"Besides," she went on. "Not like you're so innocent, so stop looking at me like that!" Anubia's eyes fixed on the smaller dragoness, and despite all her cunning, Umbra wilted like a dead plant.

"Good," Anubia snorted. "Remember your place beneath me, little wyrm," she added with a hiss, returning her gaze to peer out of the window as she finally saw the lights of the palace loom into view.

A huge stalagmite of black stone forced up from the jagged mountains below like a weed, the many spires, bulwarks, and ramparts loomed out from the night. Its many ledges and windows glowed with torchlight as few dragons flitted between them. Oddly it was less dragons than Anubia remembered, yet for a moment her attention was captivated only by the silhouette of the structure as it was bathed from behind by the full moon.

Someday, this will all be mine, all the dragons, all the treasure, all the power! She was almost cackling as if mad in her mind, at least until Umbra spoke up again.

"I mean, under you doesn't sound so bad... I'm kinda too small to mount you so..." The smaller dragoness tapped her foretalons together as she spoke, then blinked as Anubia shot her an angry stare. "Oh, so that isn't what you meant?"

"For all that cowering you do, you are pretty horny, wyrm," the larger dragoness huffed, and Umbra shrugged. "Whatever the case, keep it down when we land, I just want to get the formalities over with and get to my new nest chamber."

"Mmm, I think you mean that adult nest chamber you haven't stopped going on about since the start of trials?" Umbra cooed, stretching out on her pillows like a lounging serpent. "I'll admit, I too, can't wait to see mine."

Anubia rolled her eyes at her companion's cushy antics as she watched the carriage swoop low around one tower, the clumsy curselings almost hitting several balconies, before they finally came to a rough landing outside the main keep. The courtyard was vast, surrounded on all sides by towering, spiked walls and looming windows. What Anubia didn't recognize, however, was the wooden stage that had been built at the center, upon which sat an odd harness.

What in the shadow's name is that thing? she wondered as Umbra peered through the opposite window and observed primly.

"Huh, looks like they built some stocks?" The smaller dragoness glanced at Anubia. "Maybe that time of harsher rule you love so much is coming back?"

The smirk on her violet face was insufferable, yet it was the last thing on Anubia's mind as the door to the carriage was graciously opened by one of the curseling flyers. At that, the dragonesse's anger found a new target.

"You!" She leaped out and pinned the ratty beast under a foreclaw, pressing on his neck as Umbra snaked out behind her, viewing the brutish confrontation with sly disdain. "You almost killed us countless times with your clumsy flying!"

The frail creature shuddered and whimpered, sniffing as he told her he did all he could. Yet she was a powerful ebon dragoness, she would not be fed excuses by runts.

"Erm, Anubia." The furious dragoness hardly noticed Umbra's meek mention of her name as she sneered at the curseling.

"Don't give me excuses for poor work. I am an ebon dragoness! I don't..."

"Well, well, looks like you certainly have been trained well," came the sly voice of a dragon Anubia knew all too well, and at that, she stepped back with a huff, the curseling scampering from under her talons like a cockroach fleeing torchlight.

A wing of heavily armored guards stood before her in a neat formation, before fanning out to either side and finally revealing the glittering and robe-wrapped form of Stygian.

Is it just me, or does he look far fancier than he usually does, not to mention far smugger? The hot-headed dragoness wondered as she reluctantly formed a presentable line beside Umbra, ready for the traditional inspection. Why does it have to be him? I thought the queen did inspections personally?

For his part, Stygian stood up straight, or as tall as he could with his stunted body. His many fur pelts, coats, and robes made up for his lack of physical bulk, however, as he stalked right up to the pair and tilted his head, as if inspecting a rare diamond.

"Hmm, yes, the master will like you," he muttered under his breath, and the two dragonesses exchanged glances, Anubia sure she caught the far more perceptive Umbra muttering the word 'master' with quiet concern.

What in the shadow's name does he mean by 'master'? The queen's title is 'darkness'? She wondered, not sure about the inner political workings that may have led to such a change.

Nonetheless, she opened her muzzle to say as much, at least until Stygian abruptly interrupted before she could say so much as a word.

"It's Anubia and Umbra, if I'm not mistaken, correct?" He peered at the two expectantly, and while the latter nodded meekly, Anubia snorted a 'yes'.

By the darkness, royal adviser or not, the nerve of this male! She had half a mind to pin him like the curseling driver as he asked.

At that, Stygian merely nodded, stalking around the two like a prowling lion, and getting far too close for comfort. He jabbed hips and ruffled wings, eyes rolling down their spines as he looked over every inch of them. One poke at her rump, almost lifting her tail, and Anubia kicked out. Earning a shocked look from Umbra, a sneer from Stygian, and a lot of attention from the guards as they lurched for her.

"Now, now, no need for another scene, my lady," he cooed with mock respect, waving the guards down with a wing as Anubia shot him a glare that could melt steel. "You're an adult now, you will be treated like one," he added smugly.

"Last time I checked, adult dragonesses didn't take any crap from sniveling, little males," she snapped, earning another odd look from Umbra as the shy dragoness glanced between the two. "What are you playing at, wyrm?"

Stygian looked pained for a mere second, then it almost appeared as if a flash of bitter rage crossed his expression before he seeped back into his smug demeanor and purred with infuriating confidence.

"I think you will find many things have changed since you left for trials, my ladies." The two glanced at one another once more, as Umbra finally spoke up.

"Y­-you mean... Like this new master, I take it?" she asked meekly, and Anubia rolled her eyes, snorting.

Why can't she be as bold here as she was talking to me alone? At that, the larger dragoness shifted forward, trying to appear as intimidating as she could, yet the motions of the guard made her think twice as Stygian looked back, seeming far more unfazed by her anger than she knew he should be. This snake is up to something, for sure!

"The master could be considered a big part of it, true," he muttered, rolling a foreclaw in the air. "And he will be so eager to meet you both, so please, follow me to the chambers," he said, before leading on into the palace with his armored escort.

Straight to the chambers, no queen? Anubia felt uneasy and glad at the same time. At least I get to be left alone in there for a bit, but a master?

The dragoness snorted and shook her head, sure she could find out more if she just played along. Umbra, meanwhile, was muttering to herself as she followed.

"What is it?" she asked the smaller dragoness, and Umbra gave a shocked eep, before responding in a hushed tone.

"This, it all seems so off, a master, here, not a mistress? That's unheard of!" For once, Anubia could fully agree, saying as much as the two nodded to one another.

"Just play along, we'll get to the bottom of this, master or not," she assured and Umbra nodded once more as the two followed Stygian under the grand gates and into the dark palace.

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The feeling of 'off' didn't change as the group of dragons made their way through the palace's grand halls. The place looked oddly clean and organized, as if many of the unsavory inhabitants had been dismissed or put in line. Not only that, but every dragon they passed, with the exception of Stygian and his guards, was female. Females that would shoot the newcomers' sly glances and give odd snickers as they passed by.

"Master's new pets."

" Fresh meat."

"Nice tail on that one."

"Can't wait to see how good she is!"

Nonetheless, while Anubia would offer the gawkers only sour glances and dangerous glares, Umbra seemed to gaze about the place with a scrutinizing focus. She took in details with far more thought than her more aggressive friend and at that realization, Anubia nudged the smaller dragonesse's side with a wing.

"What's wrong with you, cat got your tongue?" she asked, with a snicker, earning a blush from the other dragoness as she ruffled her violet wings.

"W-what, no... No, of course not," she muttered weakly, before her look turned sour. "It's just... Well, look, all the tabards, and fastenings are gone. There's not even any more tapestries or banners," she added as if she'd expected even someone as dim as Anubia to notice.

"So? Probably just some redecorating by the queen, you know she never cared for that old stuff," she responded dismissively, doing her best not to focus on the obvious change now it was pointed out.

Urg, by the shadows, am I really so blind as to not notice? She inwardly huffed, as Umbra reasoned swiftly.

"Hardly. You know she never took the time to replace them out of spite more than anything. No, someone has to have changed her mind." The smaller dragoness looked pretty sure about her theory, and for once, Anubia didn't feel like she was one to argue.

"Probably this 'master'," the two muttered under their breath in almost perfect synchrony, looking at each other subtly.

"Well, I'd like to see this master change anything about me," Anubia huffed quietly, but Umbra seemed unsure.

"I mean, if they were able to change the queen... maybe you should..." Umbra began, but was cut off by a whistle from Stygian.

"Will you two stop muttering, it is most unbefitting of dragonesses in the master's court," he declared without so much as a fleeting glance back at the pair.

"Master's what?" Anubia was swift to anger at the idea, truly at the end of her tether. "Hey, listen, I don't serve any master..."

The dragonesse's words were stolen from her as the group rounded a corner, and began to make their way down the main chamber hall. The walls were lined with doorways that led to the most esteemed dragon nests in the palace. At any other time, she'd be glad to be here, a nest of this stature was what she deserved, her birthright! But now the corridor had changed. Above each door sat a well-detailed portrait of a dragoness, the ones furthest down still smelling fresh with paint.

In each image the dragoness in question was posed as seductively as possible, draped in lingerie, gems, robes, or even tight harnesses, with hints of pink folds emphasised under their tails. Each one looked like a succubus, posed for some onlooker who really had a thing for dragonesses. Anubia could feel heat just looking at them, wet under her tail at the idea she'd dominate any of them. Not to mention, from the awkward way she ruffled her wings, it was clear Umbra felt the same way, the smell alone was a great betrayal of her new arousal.

"These are all court dragonesses, I recognize them," she muttered as they walked further. "Though they'd never be so open."

"Would if I had my way with them," Anubia remarked, but Umbra still seemed focused on the walls.

"Yeah, but look below, there are more empty frames, as if they mean to add more portraits for each," she observed, and true to her words, there were countless empty canvases just waiting to be filled.

It was laid out in a way that suggested heirs, yet only the queen herself had ever had her full lineage displayed upon a wall, this was as if every dragoness was going to be birthing countless royal broods. As if they'd all been added to the ruler's bloodline

Funny, some of them do look rather round. Anubia thought, noting that the further down the hall they got, some of the painted females did indeed look rather gravid. But all their heats so aligned? How?

It was a mystery how so many dragonesses could be full of eggs at once, but that idea was forgotten as they reached the end of the hall. Before them, was the door to the queen's nest chamber, looking rather more decretive than usual. Aside from a pair of empty frames, beside it was a portrait of a dragoness Anubia recognized instantly, and just like the others, in her portrait, Persephone was full with a brood.

Now there's a mother I never thought I'd see. She noted, as Umbra seemed just as perplexed.

Yet one thing that was odder than everything else, was the one dragoness who didn't seem to be portrayed heavy with eggs. Around the door were more empty frames, while above, a huge portrait of Queen Narcissa loomed like a dark cloud. The royal dragoness lounged, limbs lazily splayed over her throne like a house cat, yet she didn't sit upon it.

Who in the shadows' name is that? Anubia thought, seeing that a white-coated fox draped in robes sat upon the throne, with the queen laying across him. Who dares sit on the throne but a dragoness?

Umbra looked just as baffled, yet where the smaller dragoness seemed to think and assess, Anubia only saw furious red. She wanted to lunge and thrash, to make Stygian tell her everything, but the few guards at the door made her think twice as the sly male turned to the two of them.

"Well, you both look presentable enough for an introduction, not that I think he'll disapprove of new dragonesses," he muttered, nodding to the guards who took up stances on either side of the pair.

Anubia eyed the armored dragons carefully, before snorting.

"New? Don't forget this was our home too, we only went away for a year!"

"Well, a year and a half to be exact but..." Umbra chipped in, but she was cut off by Anubia's glare, uttering a shrill eep.

"Oh, and you'll be so glad for those long trials, they'll have made you so perfect for the master," Stygian cooed smugly as he turned to the grand nest chamber doors.

"They were meant to prepare us for ebon dragon adulthood," Anubia snapped, but Stygian's grin did not falter.

"And so they have," he purred, then nodded to the door. "You see, what it means to be an ebon dragon has changed, so you two best be on your best behavior for the queen and your new master."

"My new what!?" Anubia finally snapped, but before she could do anything the doors crept open and the pair were shoved into the room. "Why you, pompous sour-scale, you... I'll..."

It was the smell, then the dim light that hit them both first. It was sweaty and hot, a humidity in the air like mist as faint torches crackled and lanterns flickered. The floor was soft, and a little damp, almost like the pillows from the carriage.

"What in the shadow's name is going on here?" Anubia asked in a low tone, but from the wide-eyed look on Umbra's face, it was clear the smaller dragoness seemed to have figured it out. "What is it?" the larger asked, following her companion's stare, where her words trailed off.

The sultry eyes of almost a dozen lounging dragonesses were fixed on the new pair, each of them shimmering like diamonds or draped in fine silks. It was almost impossible to tell them apart from the many covers and pillows around them as tails and wings were coiled with one another. Either way, the deeper into the room Anubia peered, the more she saw. Some round with eggs, just like their portraits, while others posed with tails raised. Finally, her eyes fell upon the center of the room. Once again she recognized the motherly Persephone curled up at the bed's base, but what was more surprising, was the clearly gravid queen lounging above.

The queen is... pregnant... but how? Just like Umbra, this time it didn't take Anubia long to figure it out.

Every dragoness was peering at her, even the queen, but their sultry stares bore nowhere near as much hunger as the fox sat beside the palace's draconic ruler.

"Oh my, isn't this a surprise?" cooed the canine, slinking up from under Narcissa's wing and running a paw over her neck as he gave her a small kiss. "Two new dragonesses for our court."

He strode through the dragonesses like they were no more than tranquil water, each one shifting away to create a path for their so-called master. All the while they offered the fox coy looks, purring like needy felines as their lidded eyes met his robed form. Anubia was fixed on them, noting how soft and pathetic many looked, while Umbra was focused solely on the fox. At least until he hovered closer, at which point her eyes were diverted awkwardly as she tried not to look anyone in the eye.

She really is just a scared whelp. The larger dragoness thought with a huff as the fox finally came to a stop before them.

"The last dragonesses to return from trials, master," purred the sly voice of Stygian as he lingered behind the pair, gesturing to them both with a wing. "I think you will find them much to your liking, as before."

For his part, the fox appeared to consider that very closely, eyeing both dragonesses up and down like he were inspecting fine silks, rubbing his chin like some wise scholar. Then he finally nodded to Stygian.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," he purred, before gesturing to the door. "Now leave us, see to your duties," he ordered simply.

"Of course, my lord," the male dragon responded, dropping into a low bow with his wings spread before he and the guards slipped out.

The moment the heavy slabs slammed shut, the fox began to slowly prowl around the two new dragonesses, taking in every detail just as Stygian had done in the courtyard. Only to lick his lips and shift his robes.

"So, I assume you're the master we've both been hearing so much about?" Anubia scoffed, glaring right back at the sly male. "You don't look like much of one to me."

"Anubia, don't upset him," muttered Umbra, but Anubia lifted a wing to shove the weaker female back.

"She is right, you know?" came a new, deeper, more demanding tone, and Anubia felt her spine prickle as she recognized the queen was now addressing her. "Don't speak ill of our master."

Like grindings stones, Anubia's focus shifted to where the queen lay upon her bed, head raised and eyes fixed on the newcomers even as she rubbed a forepaw on her rounded stomach.

"Your master? Funny, I never thought you'd have a master," she snorted at Narcissa, but the queen merely scoffed.

"Watch your tongue, little thing," Persephone snapped like some kind of bulldog guarding her queen, leaving Anubia momentarily stunned.

"Now, now, ladies, let's not get too heated," cooed the fox as he strode to stand between the queen and the new pair. "At least not that kind of heat," he added with a smirk.

"Yes, looks like you like heats, don't you?" Anubia muttered, glancing around at the slew of gravid females.

"But, all of them at once... That's so unlikely," Umbra muttered in disbelief, and the fox's smile only grew wider.

"I have my methods," he flaunted, casting his eyes over his harem with pride. "Though with you two, it should be more natural, if I'm right you two went to trials when you came of age, so now you both must be very fertile adults. I simply have to time your next heat correctly."

Umbra looked more unsure than ever, ruffling her wings and twitching as if part of her liked the idea. Anubia, meanwhile, was less convinced as she sneered.

"Yeah, I've had two heats already. Though what makes you think you'd ever get the honor of mating me, fox?" The canine didn't so much as flinch at her toothy display.

"Oh, I think you will come around to the idea," he suggested, shrugging off his robes and stunning the pair with his nude form, sleek fur covering his toned features. "How about a little taste?"

He turned to the queen and Persephone at the height of the room. "Narcissa, how about you give Pheresphone a good lick?"

"Oh, gladly, master," purred Narcissa as she slinked over and nibbled the smaller dragonesses rump. "This little slut is always down for some fun."

"Me, the slut? Ha, I'm not the one hogging his lap all the time like some needy house cat!" Persephone countered, only to be cut off by a moan as the queen gave her wet pussy a long, loving lick. "Gah, by the shadows, that tongue of yours!"

"I know you love it, needy girl, now lift your tail for your queen," Narcissa ordered, shoving the smaller female's tail aside and pressing her lips against hers and lightly sinking her sleek tongue into her sopping folds like some teasing breeze.

Any witty retort from Persephone was lost to a fit of gasps as she called out in pure bliss, wings ruffling at her side as her hips and heavy belly swayed. Meanwhile, other females began to see to each other, coiling like snakes as they shifted to reach one another. Countless tails raised as they began to lick at each other's fertile slits, while others embraced wings and talons, making out like first-time lovers. The heat and scent hit Anubia right after the sounds, as upon his command, the fox had started one of the biggest orgies she'd ever seen.

By the darkness, this... this is kinda hot! Do I really want to miss out? She thought, feeling very wet under her own tail at the sight of so much sex, so much so that she almost had to sit down. What, no! How can I think this is so hot when it's all at the whim of some stupid fox?

Regardless, she neglected to say as much as she watched Umbra shuffle at her side, very obviously coiling her tail back between her rear legs, if only to fold it over her sopping wet arousal as she gawked at the naked canine.

It's always the shy ones that are so horny. Anubia noted as she tried not to glance back at the queen making love to Persephone's rump. But by the shadows, that is sexy!

Either way, it was clear that the fox was fully aware of how turned on both of his new mates were, and no matter how much Anubia snarled, the canine only smirked at her as he ran a hand down his furry hips and purred simply.

"The name is Crytrauv, by the way." He turned, exposing a tight rump that could only be the product of all the rutting he'd clearly done. "But as you can see." He gestured to the females around him. "You will both surely come to call me master soon enough."