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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 21 - Elf

This is a flashback chapter and takes place several years before the events in chapter one and beyond. If you are new to the story, this is a good chapter to start, as it contains no spoilers. If you like it, you should continue reading from chapter one as most chapters build on events from the previous.

Sultase-Vunirasa-Neceit walked along crowded street and enjoyed the stares and glances she got for being one of the few elves in the city. Her smooth skin and pink body was unusual among the many furry species here. She dressed to show it off too, her midriff bared, extra long legs and arms showing off her most unusual Elven feature, her lack of fur. She loved the feeling of gliding above the crowd, as she was tall, even for her kind. She swerved to avoid a gawking fox kit, grinning as his mother scolded him for staring, and then the mother stared too when she got a better look.

"Welcome back, Miss Neceit" said one of the guards on duty as she approached the main entrance to the embassy palace. She nodded curtly and entered. Most Elves would have been horrified at the unnatural look of the place. She was one of the few that enjoyed such things and she took in the grandeur of the embassy. Like all government buildings in the Capital it was built of stone and resembled a king's castle. It was totally unsuited for defense, the form merely a custom now set in the early days of the Retreat where everyone has been sure the insects were soon to follow. But it still looked impressive, high walls and turrets and large open courtyards.

She was one of a few Elves who lived and worked here, negotiating trade agreements for the right to sell what few magical artifacts they could create. The fact that there were so few working magical items available made them highly valuable, so the Elvish lands were almost a separate country. You had to have a lot of money or influence to even visit. She turned her head at a whinny and nodded at a unicorn who greeted her. She gave the stallion a lingering glance as she continued on. She did love observing the furry races, but she felt like she was above them. They seemed too much like animals to her, and bestiality wasn't her style at all. Unicorns however, some of them were tempting. They were magical creatures like herself, and she found herself tempted more than once to take a ride with one, but had never given in. Despite being one of the few Elves that preferred to wander outside their home, she was still an Elf and consorting in that manner was just not in her nature. At least, not outside a few dark fantasies.

"I just found out they were here. Have you seen them? I heard they brought slaves!" said a voice.

"What? Of course they didn't. Thats illegal." said another.

A third said, "They will be whores and servants, paid to act the part. I've already spoken with the my own council about it and there is nothing to be done."

"Excuse me, but who is here?" said Sultase to the two bears as she passed.

"The dragons, Miss. They came back just this afternoon" said the larger of the two.

"I see...." she said and hurried on. This was indeed news. For the past several years the dragons had not had a presence in the capital city, citing complaints that their customs were being unfairly curtailed. The customs of course, were their habit of kidnapping, enslaving and raping furries at will. If they were back, they must have finally agreed not to behave so crudely here in the capital. She had never seen a dragon, they left years before she arrived and she like all elves, stayed far away from the borders. Dragons were the one species she had never seen. Visiting their lands without an invitation and guarantee of safety was a sure way to never come back, and elves rarely found reason or need to travel outside their own lands, let alone to someplace as far and dangerous as the dragon empire.

Her fellow elves were all inside their wing of the embassy when she arrived, making her way into the main hall.

"Shut the door!" said the elvish ambassador when she walked in, his long white hair slowing as he turned his head to stare at her entrance.

Closing it shut behind her she said, "Did you hear? Dragons have moved back in."

"And we are moving out!" said Risyr, the newest of the ambassador's helpers, even newer than Sultase.

"Nonsense, but you are to all stay within the wing. It's too dangerous with them out there." said the ambassador.

"Dangerous?" asked Sultase. "If they are back, certainly they have agreed to abide by the rules. There hasn't been a council decision to lift them, has there?"

"No" said the ambassador, "But I don't trust them not to try and sneak a few of us off to their wretched caves. They are always after our kind you know."

Sultase always thought that unicorns were what the dragons were always after, but she held her mouth shut. "How long will we need to stay here?" she said.

"Until they leave!" said the ambassador.

"But we can't stay in here!" she said, alarmed. Not only did she want to go see the new arrivals, but being shut in with this group would drive her to distraction. She unhappily lowered her opinion of the elvish ambassador even more. She came to the embassy both to have the chance to see new and interesting races, but also because she wanted to work with important and powerful elves. She was not noble born so she would never be allowed to work for and serve royalty, but she had thought this would be just as good. TO her dismay it was filled with petty bickering and stupidity. She had thought it would be filled with others like her, ones that WANTED to see and experience new things. And it was, to an extent. But it was also filled with those just powerful enough to deserve a position of respect, but not well liked or talented enough to rate any place with real power. They were glorified messengers here. The real decisions were made back home. There was no real power here.

"We can, and we will Miss Sultase! There will be no more discussion. All meetings will be here, and if the dragon ambassador wants to discuss anything in person, it will only be with the palace guards in attendance."

She nodded and watched the ambassador turn back to the others and continue their discussion where they had left off. She saw a few frowns from the other elves unhappy with being cooped up, but nobody would break ranks and protest. She left the hall and headed back to her chambers. Stuck in here? She would suffocate. It's why she had left the elvish lands in the first place. She wanted to see other species. Experience things. Stupid dragons! Stupid ambassador too. When she had first arrived she had among other studies, read up about the dragons after seeing their empty embassy. It was true, they did kidnap and enslave and do terrible things... but never to anyone powerful or important. It's why they got away with it for so long before finally the city council demanded they put an end to it. Nobody cared when a mere whore or peasant traveler vanished, and even if it was suspected the dragons had a hand it it, nobody was willing to push the issue. Who knew what dragons might do if backed into a corner. But when the son of a wealthy lord was found to be serving as a dragons slave, that was the end of it. The council demanded they release him, the dragons refused and were told to leave if they couldn't behave.

She stomped her way back to her chambers, almost slamming the door behind her. They didn't have anything to worry about from the dragons. They wouldn't dare touch anyone working in one of the embassy houses, let alone an elf! She felt frustrated, as she often did when back here. She only felt happy out and surrounded by all the strange and interesting sights. Then she could forget that she was serving some silly, frightened ambassador. Why couldn't she have been born into one of the highborn houses. Then she could be at the side of a prince, or even the king. That would be a worthy position. Not here, hiding from the only interesting thing to happen in the embassy for as long as she had been here.

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After a week of being cooped up in the hall the ambassador finally relented. Even some of the other elves were showing signs of discontent. It wasn't natural to live in such cramped quarters, without an afternoon visit to the city gardens to help break the deadness of the place. The dragons had not gone on a killing rampage, or stormed any houses looking for slaves. The dragon ambassador had not BEHAVED of course, he was a dragon after all. He was said to have a small harem of well paid slaves and servants and enjoyed bringing several of them with him to any official visit, against all protests.

Sultase wondered what drove those furries to be the dragons playthings. The money she supposed. It was not all that different than being a prostitute. And she supposed there were worse ways to make a living. From what she gathered they would be set for life once they were done with their contract. There were no elves in the dragons harem she was sure. The only elves in the city were right here in the embassy, and no elf would sleep with an animal. She bit her lip, well, none would admit it. She herself had been tempted by a few furries, but the shame of being caught kept the temptations to just that.

She was out for the first time, sent on an errand to take care of some delayed business. She knew where the dragon halls were located, they had been empty ever since they had left. It couldn't hurt to take a look s she passed by. She turned and strode back the way she came, deciding to walk the great circle of the embassy and see all the various species residences once more. And the dragons of course.

She gave the other furry houses a quick glance as she passed, not much had changed in th e past week with the exception of a few more guards. And then the dragon embassy was in view and this was very different. No longer empty, a pair of dragon guards stood at the front gate. One male, and one female. They were dressed much like she was, that is to say, very little to show off their smooth scales and strong muscles. She stopped in her tracks and stared, unaware that she was acting much like the furries that so amused her when she wandered the streets. She didn't realise they were so large. She did understand they were big, but seeing them in person. They were.. solid. A presence. Her eyes were drawn to the male. He was powerfully built and although he had no weapons, she had no doubt he could be deadly if needed. The lack of fur was interesting.. she had not realised just how soft the furries had looked to her. When she looked at her own kind she just saw people, but now she saw for the first time a non-elf without the covering of fur and was impressed. Suddenly she realised she was staring and stumbled back into a walk, continuing on her way.

She was only a few paces past when a deep voice called out, "Greetings, Miss Elf. It's so good to see your kind again. Come, I have some messages I wish to send to your Ambassador."

Sultase paused and turned, looking up the steps to see the speaker. It was the dragon ambassador. There could be little doubt, as he wore a fancy cloak and coat and was adorned with medals, jewels and other finery. That outfit was worth more than her entire embassy here she guessed. He looked much older than the two guards, but just as fit and somehow even more dangerous. "I.. greetings, Ambassador" she finally said and bowed. She lifted a packet she held and said, "I am delivering messages to another house, but I will send a runner as soon as I return to my embassy."

"Surely you can spare a few minutes. It's not a crisis, is it?" said the ambassador as he reached down and patted a dog.

Sultase gulped, what she though was a dog was a canine furry, kneeling and leashed at his side, sticking his head around to look at who he was speaking to. One of the dragons 'slaves' then. He didn't look unhappy like she expected. She thought quickly, one one hand her ambassador would be furious if he found out she put herself in harms way. On the other hand, it wouldn't do to insult the dragon ambassador himself. And third... she wanted to see more of him. Just watching him from the street she was fascinated. This was no mere furry. This one could be her equal. Or even her better. "Of course, Ambassador" she said and walked off the street and up onto the steps. Surely it would be safe here out in the open. He wouldn't be so stupid as to do anything to hurt her with everyone watching.

The dragon ambassador looked down at the elf and smiled, revealing a row of polished, sharp teeth. "Elves and dragons so rarely meet, both of us keeping to ourselves. It's my pleasure to have met you" he said. He extended a hand, "I'm Ambassador Pomasunu."

Sultase took it after only a moments hesitation. She expected it to be slimy or dirty somehow, but it was clean and strong. The dragon released her hand after a moment and she rubbed it. He hadn't squeezed hard, but she knew he could have crushed it if he wanted. Up close she realised she could smell him. A musky, male odor that was not at all unpleasant. She glanced at the male guard beside her, noting his long and powerful tail, and the shape of his body view from the side was equally impressive. She forced her gaze back to the ambassador, unused to having to look up at anyone. "A pleasure to meet you too, Ambassador. I am Sultase-Vunirasa-Neceit and represent the elvish family." She couldn't help but glance down at the dog at his heels. Literally.

The ambassador let out a chuckle and winked at her, "Not a real slave of course. Paid to serve and obey my wishes.. within limits of course. All legal."

"Ahh. I'm happy to hear that" she said, not sure how else to respond to the direct reference to slavery.

"My predecessor didn't always follow the rules, and that led to many problems for us. And a now rather permanent problem for him. Rest assured that you are completely safe here in the capital." he said. He watched the elf with a casual look, but was studying her intently. He could see the conflicting emotions on her face. Fear. Interest. Even slight arousal. Interesting.

She noted the qualification, understanding that if they had met elsewhere this conversation would have unrolled very differently. She might have ended up leashed at his other side. The thought sent a shiver down her back, making her recall fantasies she though she had left behind her. When she was younger, and still living in the elvish lands, she fantasised often about leaving to see the world. Heading out on her own was of course not possible, elves didn't do that sort of thing. So she imagined the only possibility she could, being taken away. Usually it was some prince who swept her away. But sometimes it was something darker... a presence in the bedroom at night.. being snuck out and finding herself in exotic locations.. and positions. She blushed heavily and backed up a step, "I must be going..." she said.

"Of course, of course. I'll send a runner with the message after all, and you can be on your way." He looked at her with a smile.

Sultase retreated with a bow and made her way quickly from the dragon house. She wasn't sure, but she thought she detected a hint of a knowing smirk on the ambassador's face as she left.

That night as she lay in bed she recalled those earlier fantasies. They had been vague, innocent things. But now she could imagine that dragon guard making his way silently into her room, looming over her. She wouldn't scream... it might bring the others and they could get hurt. No.. she would be brave and be silent and let him have his way with her. It would be the right thing to do.. a noble act of sacrifice to endure the dragons advances. Her hand slid between her legs, gently playing with her now damp sex. It would be wrong to be attracted to a dragon.. but if he forced himself on her... well she wouldn't have any chance now, would she. She moaned and let her fantasies run wild for several hours before she finally fell asleep, her body sated, but her mind hungering for more.

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"Miss Sultase!"

Sultase panted as she ran into the main hall, "Yes Ambassador?"

"What is the meaning of this?" he said, shaking a scroll at her.

She walked over and looked at it. It was a formal invitation to a ball in the dragon embassy. And right there on the requested guest list was the elvish ambassador, his aide, and.. her name?" She said, "I, uhhh. I don't understand?"

"Care to explain why a junior member is called out by name on an official invitation?"

She shook her head, "Well... I met the dragon Ambassador the other day...."

"You MET him? Don't you understand how dangerous these creatures are? Where? How did they contact you? What did you tell them?" the ambassador said angrily.

Sultase planted her hands on her hips, "Hey... it wasn't like that! I was delivering a message on YOUR orders and met him on the street. He called out to me and we had a VERY short conversation. I left as soon as I could without giving any offense. I didn't think ignoring him would have been wise." She thought a moment and said, "My Lord" sheepishly.

"Hrmph. I suppose you did the right thing. Can't be seen running away from the beasts, can we. You will have to come now of course. Keep quiet and don't agree to ANYTHING. Junior you may be, but you are part of the elven embassy and could make things difficult if you said the wrong thing to one of these monsters."

She wanted to say she had been here over a year and dealt with other ambassadors all the time, but thought it unwise. She was still a bit nervous about omitting just where she was when she met the dragon, outside his own house, a place she had been ordered to avoid. Yes, Sir." she said agreeably.

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That evening Sultase found herself once again face to face with the ambassador as she arrived at the dragons embassy quarters. "Hello Ambassador" she said politely after the other two elves had been introduced.

"Good evening, Miss" he said politely. No furry slaves followed him around this time. Perhaps he was being considerate of his guests. If so, they were not returning the favor. The party was a cold one. Nobody was willing to anger the dragon race, but they were not eager to be too friendly to their recent return to the capital. Everyone seems to have accepted the invitation. There were even a few unicorns here, and they avoided dragons like the plague. "Thats a rather fascinating jewel you have there."

Sultase looked down at where he was pointing, at the bit of rose colored glass on a chain hanging between her breasts. Breasts that were revealed nicely in her low cut dress. She nodded, and could almost feel his eyes on her soft skin, his gaze direct and evident. It made her feel strange, both fearful and excited that he was choosing her to gaze at. She said, "It's just glass, but enchanted to give a little glow." She turned her torso this way and that to show it, and her chest off to the dragon. She hadn't had anything to drink, but felt a little giddy in his presence.

"Indeed. It's good to see your kind still aware, and able to use your.. assets." he said.

Sultase nodded, and was sure he meant more than the pendant that time. Her toes tingled as she rocked back on her heels. Flirting with a dragon.. an elder statesman even who was probably used to getting his way, regardless of the wishes of those around him. But she was safe here. The dragons promised not to kidnap anyone, and there were several dozen high ranking ambassadors and staff as witnesses.

"We have lost so much that we once knew" lamented the dragon. "It is hoped that we can rediscover some of those lost secrets."

"It would help with the war, I am sure." she said.

"Perhaps. We had much more knowledge back then, and still were easily driven back. It's important though to continue to advance in more than just military might. What good is living is there is no pleasure to be gained, hmmm?"

She could only nod at that, and waved off a waiter who offered her a glass of wine. She had a few glasses before the party to calm her nerves, but wasn't sure how strong the drinks would be here so she had not had any since she arrived. She noticed the dragon wasn't drinking either.

He nodded and said in a conspiratorial tone, "We dragons do not often drink. It does not take much to put us flat on our asses, and good luck waking us until we sleep it off. Plus... well... it's not wise to drink things than can explode if ignited when one can breathe fire."

"Indeed!" said Sultase, and wondered if he was pulling her leg about exploding. He must be. She knew enough about dragons to know that fire-breathing was a very desperate and rare event. They didn't just burp flames!

Sultase was about to ask but broke off as another ambassador began to question the dragon on some arcane aspect of the current treaties. She nodded and left to mingle with the crowd, well used to this sort of thing at lower levels, but finding it easy to do here. However high these furries might be in their own government, she was still an elf and easily their equal.

After a time though she grew restless, especially with the constant glances of her ambassador and subtle, and not so subtle hints to behave herself. She pushed through a set of fancy curtains and slipped out onto a balcony to get some fresh are and gaze at the stars.

Sultase didn't notice the dragon guard follow her out, and slide silently into a chair beside one door. The dragon silently slumped into position, hiking his kilt up before closing his eyes.

Sultase almost yelled when she turned and saw him there. Had he been that dark corner the whole time? She needed to pay better attention, this wasn't hew own embassy. "Oh, I didn't see you there she finally said.. and then paused. Was he asleep?"She took a step closer and saw a bottle of wine next to the chair. She started to leave, and then bit her lip and decided it couldn't hurt to give him a quick looking over. Just to make sure he was ok. She stepped into the shadows and after a moment her eyes adjusted and she almost giggled. The dragon had slid down in his chair, his kilt hiking up and revealing himself. She felt herself flush as she looked down. His long, powerful tail lay between his legs, the underside of it a paler color than his green scales, and looking somehow smoother and softer. Sort of like an alligator she thought. His balls were tight and firm as they rested on the underside of his tail, his sheath short and blunt, and looking tough and protective. Didn't they wear undergarments she thought?

She pondered what to do as she stared. She wasn't a virgin, and has seen plenty of males before. But never really had a chance to study them up close. The few times she had sex with an elf it had always been very proper.. a quick coupling, polite and very missionary. Elves were supposed to keep their base drives under control. Only when permanently mated was it wise to let ones emotions take over. She leaned closer and pushes at the dragons shoulder, "Pssst.... dragon? Hello?" The dragon didn't respond, and she wondered if he truly was ok, but then with a closer look cold see his nostrils flare slowly, his chest moving as he breathed. She should go back to the party, she really should. If she was found alone with a dragon of all things, she would be in deep trouble. But she couldn't resist the chance to get a good, up close look at one. She ran her gaze over his entire body, from tail tip to feet to crotch.. lingering.. then up his belly.. chest and studied his face. She liked what she saw.. a lot. He was different, and that exited her. He was strong, powerful, his species rich and mysterious and she liked that too. What she liked most she decided, was not having fur like all the other species she had seen. That made them look like animals to her, but this... this could be a person. She gazed at his sleeping head.. so regal looking.. he was quite the handsome fellow. She wished she could see his eyes.. wondered what they would look like, gazing back into hers. She trembled a little.

She walked her gaze back down to his balls and sheath, memorizing the sight of them. She jumped a little at a noise from the party and she leaned against the drapes to listen. The dragon ambassador could be heard calling everyone to listen to some speech he was giving. It sounded like he was on the other side of the room and she heard the crowd moving away. She sighed in relief, looking back at the sleeping dragon. She decided to leave now before she could be tempted further, refusing to even think about what those temptations might be. But.. she couldn't just leave him like that.

Sultase took a hold of the dragons kilt and gently, very gently began to tug it down. The tops of her fingers and knuckles brushed against the dragons sheath and balls and she shivered at the hot, exotic feel of them. Without really thinking about it she let one finger trail and stroke along them as her hand moved. She froze as the dragon let out a snort, looking fearfully at his face. But he resumed his steady breathing, eyes closed.

"Oh no..." she said in surprise as she looked back down. The dragons cock had slid from it's sheath and was swelling and erecting as she watched. "Oh MY..." she finally said after watching it attain it's full and impressive size. It was a terrifying, yet exciting sight. Elven cocks were round and smooth, and small.. and even furry cocks she had occasionally seen in bathhouses may be shaped different, but they were similarly smooth and soft looking. This one. It was like.. like a carved chess piece. Like a bishop, the head flared, and ridges running along the underside. And.. she looked closely.. there were more things around the cock-head, pressed flat.. but looking nasty regardless. Along the underside ran a line of ridges like large teeth on a saw blade. If a dragon wasn't careful he could kill a female with one of those!

She listened but could still hear the dragon speaking and wondered what to do. What if someone came in and saw his condition. Maybe they had even seen her come out before and would know she had done this. She turned to leave, and turned back, doing this several times as she tried to think. Maybe it would go back in? Elves didn't have sheathes, and what little she knew about males of her own kind wasn't doing much good here. She took a deep breath and carefully placed the palm of her hand over the dragons cock-head and pushed down. It didn't budge. She forgot her predicament as she felt the tip of the dragons dick with her palm. She thought it would be rough and dry and cold.. but it was warm and very soft.. like supple leather. Her fingers closed down around it to feel and she made an unconscious mummer at the feel of it. The skin of it was soft.. but underneath it was as hard as a steel pipe. Her fingers caressed and rubbed, and she traced along the backward facing sharp looking things. Whatever they were, they were pressed flat and she could only feel them as a texture. Her thumb ran along the strange ridges along the underside.. they were smooth but again there was something along them pressed flat. She pulled her hand back and looked at it, there was something warm and sticky on her palm. She sniffed at it.. and took a lick. She groaned... realising the damn thing must have some strong pheromones. The smell, and then the taste had made her even more aroused. Thank goodness she was wearing a dress or she would have a nice visible wet spot between her legs right now. On impulse she leaned in and cupped his balls, hefting them in her hand.. wondering at the strange feeling of them. She was holding a males essence in her fingers... a dragon male. It was her touch that had aroused him and somehow, she liked that feeling.. wished he were awake so he would know it was her that was giving him such pleasure.

"My word.. what ARE you doing?" said a voice behind her.

Sultase nearly screamed, snatching her hand back and whirling around, her hand on her mouth. That didn't help, the musky scent of his balls made her vision waver and she quickly dropped her hand. "Ahh, miss, I didn't see..." she stammered.

Standing in front of the drapes, which thankfully swing closed behind her was the ambassador to the foxes. She was a red vixen, shorter than most furries but with a stern look about her. With her hands on her hips she said, "I don't think it's proper to be doing.. doing.. what you were doing to that dragon. She looked past Sultase at the erection and quickly turned away, "Goodness!" The vixen held out a hand, "Come with me right now, little lady... if That is even the correct term for you!"

Sultase would normally have bristled at being commanded by a furry, even an ambassador, but she meekly followed back into the party. The dragon's speech must be over as furries were starting to mingle again. Once in the room she took her hand back and tried to think of what to say, but it was too late. The vixen had walked, calmly not over to the dragon ambassador and had a hurried, quiet conversation with him. Sultase wanted to find a rug to crawl under. This was it.. he was going to call her out. In public. She would be ruined. Sent back him in disgrace. She would never, ever live this down. She looked for an escape.. maybe she could run away.. but the dragon ambassador was suddenly there.

"Miss Sultase" he said with a short bow. "My friend here tells me you have been enjoying... the view."

Sultase felt her heart sink even lower. He was going to humiliate her now.. she could see the smile in his eyes. He wasn't mad.. he was ENJOYING this! "I..." she said, then shut her mouth. She didn't know what to say.

"We dragons are still finding our footing back in the capital. I don't think it would be to our advantage for the first gathering to end in any kind of.. scandalous affair, don't you agree?" he said.

With a rush of hope flooding through her, Sultase only nodded, unsure of her voice and not wanting to make a bigger fool of herself. Was she going to get out of this after all?

The dragon turned to the vixen, "I think it will be for the best to ignore this little.. transgression. Thank you for being discrete and coming directly to me, my lady." The vixen smiled and gave a short bow, and then left, but not before giving Sultase an odd look and a shake of her head.

"Thanks.. I mean thank you Sir." she said to the dragon. She shifted on her feet, wanting nothing more than to run away and hide from the dragons knowing gaze.

"No need to thank me, girl.. as I said, I wouldn't want to make a public scene. A quiet word to your ambassador after the evening has ended would be much more appropriate." he said with a glance in the elder elf's direction.

Sultase froze, her blood running cold. "Please..." was all she could manage in a hoarse whisper.

The dragon grinned a toothy grin and said, "Come back tomorrow and we can discuss the matter. I'm sure there will be no need to involve others in this.. affair." He straightened and walked off to get the attention of a small group of furries, demanding to know their opinion on some vague treaty.

Sultase shook and walked unsteadily to a banquet table, taking a glass of wine and downing it in several gulps. It was probably the wine she had earlier that got her into this mess, but she needed something to calm her nerves. The dragon wasn't going to tell the elder what had happened, that was clear. But he was going to demand something in return, that was also very clear. She shivered, and wasn't sure how much of it was fear and how much was excitement. He wouldn't hurt her.. no... the other furries wouldn't stand for it. She was certain he knew that. Which left what? Blackmail? Demanding secrets? She didn't know anything, and she wouldn't tell him anyway. She would come back tomorrow and find out what he wanted. Now that she was calmer she felt that whatever was to come, she could handle it. She just had to make sure not to anger him, as he could still get her in severe trouble. But that was all they could do. They wouldn't dare harm her. They did that sort of thing in the badlands where there was little law and plenty of danger, but this was the capital of the furry lands. They learned their lesson after being thrown out last time. They wouldn't do anything to risk that again after only being here for a week.

She watched the room and saw that although many of the furry ambassadors were more relaxed, they were still wary and distrustful. The dragons had to see that as well. If they did anything to her... they themselves might wind up in a dungeon cell, or worse. This far from the dragon empire there would not be much they could do. She tried to focus. Everything would be all right, she wasn't in any danger here, or tomorrow. She hoped.

Thankfully the evening was drawing to a close, and soon she was walking back to her own embassy in the company of her own kind. The ambassador was discussing the evening with his aide, expressing how civilized dragons could be if they worked at it. Maybe their return wouldn't be the disaster he had feared. The two talked about the reason for the dragons return, not able to come up with one. Things had been quiet for years.. they was no diplomatic problems that had to be dealt with, and there had not been a significant change in the treaty terms in a lifetime.

Sultase didn't hear most of the conversation, deep in thought herself. Her mind flitted back and forth, from the excitement of holding a dragons sex in her hands, to the terror of discovery, and the trepidation of what was to come.

That night she couldn't sleep, even with the extra glass of wine she had before retiring to bed. She didn't want to think about what would happen if the dragon exposed her, so she tried to think other thoughts, but she couldn't think of anything but dragons. One dragon in particular, that guard. She shivered under the covers even though it was warm. She remembered her fantasies of dragons taking her, and now she had a very good idea what it would be like. It both frightened and aroused her. What was it like to be one of those paid slaves. What did the dragons DO to them in the privacy of their quarters. She had a god idea now and quivered at the remembered sight and feel of the dragons member. She imagined the ambassador naked, claiming her and she shuddered. Her mind drifted back to her fantasies of being stolen away... her imagination providing a much more vivid picture of what would happen to her. She shivered under the covers, a hand between her legs, another on her breast as she imagined herself at the mercy of a Dragon Lord and what he would do to her.. and what she could do to him. She could never really do those things.. it wouldn't be proper for any elf, let alone one in her position to be a simple pleasure slave. But it didn't hurt to imagine it.. and right now.. it felt damn GOOD to imagine it. She closed her eyes and drifted off into erotic fantasies.

...

"That went very well I think..." said the dragon ambassador to his guard. The party had long since been over and the elder dragon rested in a chair, alone but for his dragon guard, and the vixen ambassador. She was kneeling at his feet, massaging his tail and smiling adoringly up at him. He smiled back and pet her furry head. He had not been surprised at all when his initial flirting suggestions to her resulted in her quickly forming an illicit affair with him, submitting to his dominance and control. In his opinion, only dragons truly understood how things should be. Hiding your emotions and desires, suppressing things that were considered bad or dirty, that way lead only to weakness. Look at this vixen bitch here... she was ambassador to her species. Rising through the ranks, in a position of power and prominence. But to get there she had to hide even the smallest hint of weakness or sexual desire. Unable to express her feelings they built and festered until when finally presented with a powerful, sexual male.. she crumbled almost overnight. He had to be careful with this one.. he could easily seduce her right into a permanent submissive relationship with him. And that would not be anywhere near as useful as having a furry ambassador under his foot. As fun as it would be, he wanted her to remain in a position of power, and she couldn't do that is she abandoned her post to run off to join his harem. So he was strict with her, only allowing short visits... and making sure she was acted her part in public. She did well tonight, coming in at his guards signal and playing the part perfectly.

The guard nodded, "I did just as you suggested and she was all over me! I thought you just wanted to tempt her.. give her a little show to see just how attracted to dragons she was. But she did a lot more than just look. It was all I could do to remain still."

Pomasunu said, "Indeed.. I didn't think she was going to try and rape you right there. I think I may have more than just a fun elven girl to play with here. I could see her desires when we first met, but they run deeper than I suspected. I think simply blackmailing her for sex would be a waste. I think with the right encouragement she will be willing to do that, and much, much more..."

"Anything she can do, I can do better..." murred the vixen up at the dragon as she rubbed at his tail.

Pomasunu shoved the vixen down onto the ground with a heavy foot, pinning her there as she yelped and squirmed. "Don't forget your place, my furry little slut. I choose where, when and how you will serve me."

The vixen whined, and nodded, "Yes Master! Forgive me Master!" Her already damp sex grew wet at the display of dominance and she eagerly waited for further orders. Her body trembled as she waited to serve, to be told what to do.. to know nothing but pleasure and obedience and forget all her troubles and cares. She had a fleeting thought about all the work she had to do back in her office, but she thrust it away. That was for later. Now.... now she didn't need to worry about anything but waiting for what was to come. What did eventually come were two male dragons.. several times.. and once she begged hard and long enough, her own release was granted. She would pay the next day in soreness and exhaustion, but the pleasure was well worth the price.