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Jenna sat atop her windowsill in the highest tower of the castle. From there, she could see the whole of her kingdom, from the rolling hills and vast forests to the bustling cities and villages that made up the nation of Phobotane. But her thoughts were not on her kingdom at the moment. Instead, they were focused on the arrival of a green dragon ambassador from a neighboring kingdom. She knee his name was Arc, and he was larger, stronger, and more powerful than Jenna. She knew that the dragons had their own customs and ways of doing things, and she was determined to make peace between their two nations.

Too much heartache and blood had been spilt between the two kingdoms and this would be a small step on a long road to a resolution.

Jenna fluffed her white feathers and ruffled her blue wingtips, preparing herself for the meeting. She descended from her perch and made her way down the stairs to the throne room, where Arc would be waiting for her.

The dragon was an imposing figure, with emerald scales that gleamed in the sunlight and razor-sharp claws that glinted menacingly. But Jenna stood tall and proud, unafraid in the face of his power.

"Welcome, Arc," she said, her voice ringing out strong and clear. "I am Jenna, Queen and ruler of Phobotane."

The dragon bowed his head in respect. "I am honored to meet you, Your Highness," he said, his deep voice rumbling like thunder.

Jenna and Arc spoke for hours, discussing the issues that had caused tension between their kingdoms. They spoke of trade, of borders, and of cultural differences. Jenna listened carefully to Arc's concerns and suggestions, and she offered her own ideas in return.

Despite their differences, they found common ground. They both wanted what was best for their people, and they both understood the importance of working together to achieve their goals. As they finished ironing out the details of the settlement, Arc leaned back in his chair and let out a contented sigh. "I must say, Your Highness, I am impressed with your negotiating skills. You are a formidable opponent," he said with a hint of admiration in his voice.

Jenna smiled, pleased with the praise. "Thank you, Arc. I must say, you are quite skilled at negotiating as well."

Arc grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth. "Perhaps we are more alike than we initially thought," he said, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

Jenna chuckled. "Perhaps we are. But we still have a few details to iron out before we can sign the agreement."

Arc nodded, his expression growing serious. "Of course, Your Highness. But before we do that, I would like to propose a toast. I have brought a bottle of our finest bottle of Lottle wine from my kingdom, and I would be honored if we could share it together."

Jenna hesitated for a moment. She knew that drinking with a dragon could be a risky proposition, as their wine was known to be particularly potent. But she also knew that it was important to show hospitality to her guest.

"Very well, Arc. I accept your proposal," she said, signaling for a servant to bring cups.

Arc produced a small bottle from his satchel and uncorked it with a flourish. The rich aroma of hops and barley filled the room as he poured the wine into the cups.

"To a lasting peace between our kingdoms," he said, raising his cup.

Jenna raised her own cup in response. "To a lasting peace," she echoed.

As Jenna finished her drink, she began to feel an odd sensation in her body. At first, she thought it was just the effects of the potent ale, but as the feeling intensified, she realized that something was very wrong.

She glanced over at Arc, who was looking at her with an intense gaze. Suddenly, she understood what was happening. The drink he had given her had been spiked with a powerful aphrodisiac.

Jenna felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. She had been so focused on the negotiations that she had let her guard down, and now she was paying the price.

Before she could say anything, Arc spoke up. "I apologize, Your Highness, for the intrusion. But in dragon culture, it is customary to cement a pact not just with signatures, but with a physical exchange. I thought you knew that, being such a wise leader" he said with a smirk.

Jenna felt a wave of arousal wash over her. She knew that this was a common tactic used by dragons during negotiations, but she had hoped that Arc was different.

She stood up, her wings flaring in anger. "I was not aware that you still practiced such barbaric agreements"

Arc stood up as well, his expression turning cold. "I understand your reluctance, Your Highness. But please consider the ramifications of refusing this offer. It could jeopardize the entire peace treaty."

Jenna gritted her teeth, her mind racing. She knew that he was right. If she refused, it could lead to a breakdown in negotiations, and the consequences could be disastrous for her kingdom.

Reluctantly, she nodded trying to remain some sense of dignity. "Very well, Arc. But know that I will report back to your king on your performance"

Arc smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Of course, Your Highness. But I assure you, you will not regret this decision."

Jenna felt a sense of giddy excitement as they made their way towards the throne, her body betraying her at every step. She knew that this was going to be a long, memorable night.

Jenna could feel Arc's eyes on her, inspecting her from head to toe. She fought the urge to shrink away from his gaze and tried to maintain a stoic expression.

Arc circled her slowly, his eyes scanning her body with intense scrutiny. Jenna felt a flush of embarrassment as he took in her every feature. She felt exposed and vulnerable, and the feeling made her want to lash out.

But she knew that she had to keep her cool if she was going to get through this. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath, trying to steel herself for what was to come.

As Arc finished his inspection, he stepped in front of her and looked down at her "You are a magnificent creature, Your Highness," he said softly. "Truly worthy of your position as ruler of this kingdom."

Jenna pulled her hand away from him, her eyes flashing with anger. "Enough with the flattery, Arc. Let's get this over with."

Arc nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Very well, Your Highness"

Jenna could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Arc make himself comfortable on her throne. She was about to protest when she noticed a red tip peaking from his genital slit . Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening.

Arc noticed her reaction and chuckled softly. "Do not be alarmed, Your Highness. I assure you, you will be able to take it"

Jenna gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the wave of uncertainty that was coursing through her body. Trying to pull her eyes off his emerging length she looked up at him and sternly said "Get off my throne"

But Arc simply leaned back, his eyes fixed on her. "I don't think I will, Your Highness. After all, this is the perfect place for us to cement our alliance."

Jenna felt a sense of frustration and anger building inside of her, not just at his stubbornness but also how her body was betraying her. She knew that she should be pushing him away, but the thought of his large length plunging into her heated folds was making it difficult for her to think straight.

Arc noticed her hesitation and gestured to his lap. "Come, sit with me, Your Highness. Let us show our kingdoms what true unity looks like."

Jenna shook her head, trying to clear her mind, the scent of her own arousal mixing with his and causing her heart to flutter.

But Arc was relentless. " Your Highness. You refuse to see the benefits of our union. But I assure you, once you have experienced the pleasure I can provide, you will change your mind."

Jenna felt a sense of dread as she realized that she was running out of options. She knew that she should stay strong, but she also knew that she couldn't risk jeopardizing the peace treaty they had worked so hard on. She thought of the countless troops she had sent into battle, just one romp with a dragon and there would finally be peace.

With a heavy heart, she made her way over to her throne and sat down on Arc's lap. She could feel his length pressing against her, and she fought the urge to touch it, his warmth and closeness pulling her in.

"Very good, Your Highness," Arc said with a grin. "Now, where were we."

As Arc began to stroke her smaller body, Jenna felt a mix of pleasure and frustration. Arc's touch was gentle and yet commanding, and Jenna found herself responding to it instinctively. She could feel the heat building between them, and she knew that she was losing control.

"Oh," she moaned softly. "That's pretty good." She said as she felt her eyes close to his touch.

Arc chuckled, his fingers tracing circles over her feathers. "I have had much practice, Your Highness. But it is not just my hands that can bring you pleasure."

With that, he began to kiss her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Jenna couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, her body arching towards him.

"Fine!" she whispered. "For our kingdoms ."

Arc grinned triumphantly as he continued to explore her body. "That is what I wanted to hear, Your Highness. Together, we can create a bond that will unite our two cultures"

As he spoke, Jenna felt a sense of hope and joy blossoming within her. She knew that this was wrong, but it also felt so right.

"I...I know," she murmured. "Do what you will with me."

And with those words, she gave in completely to the pleasure that he was offering. He suddenly lifted her slightly and moved her so that she was belly to belly with him, her soft feathers tickling his strong scales.

Jenna could feel the hardness of his member pressing against her, and she gasped as she realized that she was about to save her people. She had never felt so vulnerable, yet so excited at the same time.

Arc held her firmly, his eyes locked on hers as he positioned her at the tip of his length. "Are you ready, Your Highness?" he asked.

Jenna nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this was a moment that would change the course of her kingdom's history, and she was determined to make it count.

With a gentle push, Arc began to slide into her, inch by inch. Jenna could feel herself stretching around him, and she groaned in both pleasure and an ever so slight pain.

Arc leaned in closer, his snout brushing against her ear. "Relax, Your Highness," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."

As Arc entered her fully, Jenna gasped at the sensation of being completely filled. She could feel the tightness of her body around him, the warmth of their bodies pressing together, and the wetness between her legs that grew with every thrust.

Arc's powerful hips slammed into hers, causing Jenna to cry out in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his chest, holding on tight as he continued to move inside of her.

Jenna could feel her body responding to Arc's every touch, every stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips rose to meet his, matching him thrust for thrust as they moved together.

Arc's hands roamed over her body, caressing her feathers and stroking her tail. Jenna arched her back, moaning as he continued to touch her in all the right places.

"Oh, Arc," she gasped. "You feel so good inside of me. Don't stop, please!"

Jenna's body felt so needy for him. She could feel her walls tightening around his length, pulling him in deeper with each thrust. The heat between them was intense, and Jenna couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

Arc could sense her neediness and smiled down at her, his eyes burning with desire. "You're a good hen, Jenna," he said, his voice low and husky. "So willing to please your dragon."

Jenna blushed at his words, but she couldn't deny the thrill that went through her at the praise. She wanted nothing more than to please Arc, to make him feel as good as he was making her feel.

As they moved together, Jenna felt herself getting closer and closer to her peak. She could feel the pleasure building inside of her, aching for release.

"Such a desperate little hen you are" Arc's breath was hot against Jenna's ear as he spoke, and she could feel his length swelling inside of her. She could feel how much he filled her, his tip kissing her innermost barrier as he thrust in deep.

Jenna couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, her body responding eagerly to his every touch. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing with every thrust, and she knew that he was leaking pre deep inside of her.

Arc's hands continued to roam over her body, caressing her feathers and stroking her folded wings as he moved inside of her. She could feel the strength in his arms as he held her close, his hips slamming into hers with increasing urgency.

Jenna arched her back, crying out in pleasure as he continued to drive into her. She could feel her body responding to him in ways that she had never felt before, and she knew that she was completely his.

"Oh, don't stop she moaned. "Please, don't stop"

Jenna was lost in the sensation of their lovemaking when suddenly Arc stopped moving. Confused, she looked up at him with a questioning gaze.

"Prove to me how much you want this," Arc growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Show me how badly you want peace."

Jenna felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She knew what he wanted, and part of her was eager to give it to him. Without hesitation, she began to rock her hips back and forth, driving him deep inside of her.

Arc's eyes widened in surprise at her initiative, and smirked at the needy hen. Instead, he allowed her to take control, his hands gripping her hips as she moved up and down on his length.

Jenna felt a thrill of power rush through her as she rode him, her body responding eagerly to his every touch. She could feel his hardness deep inside of her, stretching her in ways that she had never experienced before.

Arc's breathing grew heavy as Jenna's movements grew faster and more urgent. She could feel his body responding to hers, and she knew that he was close to the edge.

As Jenna moved her hips, riding him with a fierce determination, Arc couldn't help but be impressed by her display of strength. She was a proud and powerful creature, and yet she was willing to submit to him in this way.

"That's it, my little brood hen," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're such a good girl for me."

Jenna felt a thrill of pleasure at his words, the way he praised her for her obedience and her willingness to please him. It made her feel powerful in a way that she had never experienced before.

"You will make a great mother for my eggs, little bird" he groaned while he resumed driving nto her again and again. Arc's praise only served to fuel Jenna's desire, and she responded eagerly to his rough touch. As he squeezed her hips firmly and resumed pounding into her, she cried out with pleasure, her body responding eagerly to his every thrust.

The sound of their lovemaking filled the throne room, the slapping of scales on her wet rump echoing off the walls. Jenna's moans grew louder and more urgent with each passing moment, her body writhing beneath him as he drove in and out of her with a fierce intensity. The scandalous sounds of their bodies slamming together echoed through the room, mixed with the sound of her own gasps and moans.

Despite her previous reservations, Jenna found herself lost in the sensation of their lovemaking, completely consumed by the pleasure that he was giving her. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered except for the feel of his body against hers, the sound of their breaths mingling as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

As Arc continued to pound into her with an increasing fervor, Jenna's cries of pleasure grew louder and more urgent. She was close to the edge, her body quivering with pleasure as he drove her closer and closer to the brink.

With a final cry of ecstasy, Jenna reached her peak, her body spasming with pleasure as Arc continued to pound into her like a crazed animal. He could feel her body clenching around him, her inner walls pulsing with pleasure as she cried out in ecstasy.

"You're my good brood hen," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "Take it, take all of me."

Jenna could feel her body begging for his release, her own pleasure still rippling through her as he continued to drive into her with a fierce intensity. With a final cry of ecstasy, Arc gave in to his own pleasure, his body spasming as he emptied himself inside of her.

Jenna could feel him throbbing inside of her, his powerful release flooding her body and claiming her as his own. She could feel his heat against her innermost barrier, his powerful muscles flexing as he pumped her fertile womb with his virile essence. Her induced heat causing her body to release eggs which were quickly dominated by his seed.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the sounds of their ragged breaths and the soft rustle of feathers as she lay on his chest, spent and satisfied. His length still deep inside her, pumping weaker ropes of cum into her depths, his hips twitching with each powerful jet. Jenna could feel a sense of completion wash over her, a sense of having fulfilled something deep within herself.

Arc stroked her back and found a feather that had come loose. With his shaft still deep inside her he sharpened the end of her feather with a claw before awkwardly reaching between them, dipping the tip into the combined fluids that were leaking out of her used snatch.

Jenna looked up as she heard the scratching of a quill on parchment, he held the dripping quill and the treaty to her to sign. "It lasts longer than ink." He said with a smirk.