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"The Dragon's Delights",

by WolfHound Baxton

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Yesterday seemed a normal, routine day like any other at the Imperial Palace, but it was one of those days that remind Me of just how fortunate it is that I am called the Child of the Sky. It began with a golden-red light shining into My room as the sun rose over the horizon, pouring the love for its offspring into My chambers as I rose from My bed with a great Draconic yawn, stretching out My gold-scaled arms and then My wings, the light of the sun still shining through the membranes.

I was alone in My room for no one was allowed in here but me. It is true; I am the Imperial Dragon and as such am entitled to certain prerogatives, including My own room atop the great Imperial Spire that is exclusive to My Imperial self. Yes, none are allowed to enter My inner sanctum on pain of death. The room is cleaned once a week by an old slave or one otherwise entering the end of its usefulness that is then put to death. All of the slaves of Qi Dan, the Universal Empire, know that it is a great honor to be selected to clean the chambers of the Imperial Dragon as their final duty.

I rose from My bed and made My way over to one of the eight balconies surrounding the circular room and, pulling back the silk curtains, stepped forward into the morning light to breathe in the fresh air at the highest elevated point of the city, far above all the squalor and filth of the rough commoners and slaves beneath Me.

Long Shan, the Dragon City and the capital of Qi Dan was the seat of My government and residence, and at its heart was the Palace of the Celestial Winds. The palace was made up of layered terraces stacked one on top of the other, with the Imperial Dragon's personal chambers being the highest. Below My chambers are the Family Chambers, where My wives, harem, and attendant slaves live. I usually prefer to sleep here, holding a favorite slave or two under My scaled arms, but sometimes I need the peace and solitude that the Imperial Chambers afford.

Below the family chambers is the Hall of Dragons. Only other Dragons are allowed here and must leave their own slaves behind. Dragons are the nobility and rulers of Qi Dan, for We are the Children of the Skies, sent by the sun and stars to bring harmonious rule and balance to the earth. And among them, the Heavens chose Me and My family as the Imperial Dragons, to bring order to the Dragons too. Barbarian nations scoff at us and mock our ways, but they are jealous for the Dragons brought everything to the people of Qi Dan: art, music, philosophy, medicine, mathematics, culture, machinery, learning, and above all wise rule. Everything important was invented by My people, the Long, the Dragons of Qi Dan. And so, in the Hall of Dragons, I hold private court with My Kin and decide the fate of the lesser beings of Qi Dan, the Ahn.

Below the Hall of Dragons are the Halls of Ahn, like each level of the palace it is larger than the level above it. The Halls of Ahn are where officials and others who have Imperial business from among the common species come to seek My favor and report to My glorious Throne. The Ahn are all species lesser than Dragons who are fortunate enough to live in the glorious Long Dan, as it is sometimes called, the Empire of Dragons. Here are gardens and sculptures where My subjects may contemplate the beauty and glory of My reign and the Hall of the Jade Throne where I hold court with the Ahn officials who have passed their Imperial exams. Also, barbarian diplomats are allowed to come here to meet their Lord. They are the only barbarians admitted to the palace and only by special appointment.

And then below the Halls of the Ahn is the city of Long Shan itself, with its homes, shops, and workshops, for the city itself is another layer of My palace, as are the fields below it where the peasants work in the shadow of the hill on which the city sits, and the shadow of My Imperial glory.

As I stood on My balcony and looked down at all the little people below Me, they appeared to be the size of ants, and like ants they were all busy scurrying to and fro doing some work that was boring and meaningless. As I thought on this, I only smiled and took a deep breath before saying aloud:

"How delightful it is to be the Imperial Dragon!"

I stretched My arms out and smiled as I descended the spiral staircase into My family's chambers. Here, as the flickering light of the paper lanterns glinted off the golden scales of My naked body, I found Myself greeted by two of My slaves, a tanuki and a red panda. Both of them were blindfolded, for none were allowed to see the Imperial Dragon naked and live.

I realize that some of My readers may be less than familiar with these races, uncommon as they are in barbarian lands. They are smaller than most and have markings on their bodies and habits similar to the raccoon race, though the tanukis are actually a form of canid and are often slightly chubby. Both types are quite submissive by nature, which makes them suitable for enslavement by a Dragon such as Myself.

"Your glorious Majesty, Your Imperial sponge-bath awaits," squeaked the tanuki.

The tanuki and red panda were both nude except for the golden collars bearing the crest of the Imperial Dragon and marking them as My slaves. Their ears were pierced in several places, as well as their nipples, and they wore golden bracelets on their arms as well as golden tailrings that tightly squeezed to their bushy tails. The red panda had a lithe figure and the tanuki was extraordinarily slim for his kind, though still had a somewhat roundish figure. On closer inspection though, it was obvious that, while clearly male, these slaves were also eunuchs and their cock and balls had been removed, rendering them sexless.

Being a slave of the Imperial Dragon has its perks. After all, My slaves get to live their lives in luxury at the Palace of the Celestial Wind while serving My Imperial person. They each get their own room in the Family Chambers and access to the finest food, drink, and other luxuries in the world. In the presence of commoners, they are allowed the finest silk robes, decorated with Imperial motifs otherwise only permissible to be worn by Me and My family. And even then, in Our presence, where they must be nude, they still wear their golden collars and gold jewelry of the highest quality. They even get to stand in My Imperial presence while serving Me.

For all this though, My slaves must pay a price. It is true that they must serve all of My needs and desires, feeding Me and clothing Me, tending to My body and providing Me with pleasure. It is true that they must run all of My errands and handle My correspondence with lesser beings that are too unimportant to lay eyes on My majestic glory, but the highest price My slaves must pay is the price of self-denial. This is the reason that they are castrated and nullified before being admitted into My service.

Many yearn for the opportunities of Imperial service so much that they willingly mutilate themselves for a chance to enter My divine presence. Others are forced to undergo castration by their own parents or relatives and sent to the palace with instructions to send their allowances of gold coin back to their families.

I am greatly touched by the dozens of eunuchs that show up at the palace every time there is an opening for a slave in My Imperial household. As ashamed as I am to admit, even I, the Imperial Dragon, must sometimes wipe My azure eyes with My gold-embroidered silk handkerchief when I see what pain and loss they put themselves through for their devotion to Me. It's such a shame that I must send most of them away, selecting only one to be My slave.

"Your Majesty," squeaked the blindfolded tanuki in a high voice, a sign of having been castrated at a young age. "Your Imperial sponge-bath is still waiting..."

I smiled and played with My whiskers lightly before sitting in the chair used for the purpose, snapping My claws together as I moved so that the blinded slaves could follow My movements.

The tanuki moved behind Me and draped the towels over a rack as he carefully felt it, then rubbed My shoulders softly as the panda entered the room with a bucket and a sponge, setting it beside the chair.

I chrrled lightly with pleasure and relaxation as I held out My arms, stretching them while My tanuki slave rubbed My shoulders and back expertly as he had been trained to do.

Soon I felt the red panda's worshipful tongue on My thighs. The duty of pleasuring Me during My morning bath had fallen to this one.

As the tanuki behind Me dipped the sponge in the bucket and began to wash Me, starting from the horned crown of My head and then slowly moving lower I smiled and looked down at the blindfolded panda between My legs.

The panda held onto My legs worshipfully and gently as he nuzzled and licked, moving ever closer to My crotch area.

"Do You wish anything special today, Sire?," squeaked the panda as he looked up from his duties and into the space beyond his blindfold, no doubt imagining My shining golden scales and Imperial beauty.

"Only the usual, boy," I said before gripping the back of his head and guiding his talented muzzle quickly to My crotch.

The panda squeaked with surprise at the feel of My powerful clawed hand on the back of his head guiding him to his place. He nuzzled My cloaca, the slit We Dragons have between Our legs, and began to lap at it softly, alternately kissing and sucking on it as well.

I groaned softly from the pleasure and closed My eyes, thinking of how wonderful it was to be the Lord and Master of My realm and the Child of the Stars. As I stretched out My right wing for the tanuki to sponge off, I rubbed the panda's ears as a light reward for services well-given, squirming as I felt My shaft stirring and growing inside Me.

I began to breathe slowly and moan lightly as the panda did his work, rubbing his tongue around the rim of My slit and even pressing his muzzle inside it. As the tanuki finished sponging off and drying My right wing, I pulled it back and unfolded the left one for his attentions, knowing that while he was quiet, he was jealous of the honored position that the red panda now found himself in.

The panda squeaked lightly as his efforts were finally rewarded when a dark purple ribbed spear of flesh began to emerge from My slit and poke against his nose.

The blindfolded panda slave busied himself immediately, pressing his tongue over the purple flesh and dragging it from base to tip, yipping excitedly at having the honor of performing this duty this morning.

Only three slaves per day are chosen for the honor of administering pleasure to the Imperial Dragon, unless I find Myself in a particularly rowdy mood that day. A slave is to service Me in the morning, at noon, and at night in the Chambers of Union along with My Imperial Consort. Every slave in My household knows that his turn will come and yearns for it. In their chambers, they are provided with certain toys -- models of My slit and Imperial cock for them to play with and practice for their turn. It is the closest they will come to seeing My divine flesh, as they must, of course, remain blindfolded while performing such duties.

The little red panda slave made several light squeaks of excitement as he realized that My cock had grown out of its hiding place. He reached for it and felt its base with his eager little paws, breathing heavily as he leaned forward to tease it with his tongue, wrapping it around the engorged purple shaft and wiggling it.

I groaned softly from My pleasures and sighed contentedly as My tanuki slave used the towels to dry off My wings and back and then came around to kneel at My feet, feeling their rough scales with his little pawpads to make sure of where he was. Although it is part of our traditions, keeping these slaves blindfolded in the presence of the nude Imperial dragon has some other very nice effects. Since the slaves can't see, they must feel their way around My body which they serve. I find it very pleasant to have two, three, four or more sets of paws rubbing over My body as I am serviced.

I rubbed My clawed hand over the head of the panda as he went down on My length, carefully wrapping his delicate lips around his god's pole as he began to suck, slowly moving his blindfolded head up and down as he slurped on My glorious sword. As he did this, a mischievous thought entered My head and brought Me a wicked grin. I took My left-footed claw and moved it towards the panda's empty crotch, rubbing the scales of My sole across the smooth groin of the slave that had only a small hole remaining for him to pass his urine through. The slave shuddered at this tease.

"You're doing a good job, slave," I said to the panda, toying with his ears. He only mmfed and nodded a bit before mumbling something that might possibly have been "Thank You, Your Majesty," before continuing his service. As I continued to tease the panda with My left foot, I twitched the toes of the right one as the blindfolded tanuki felt them.

"Make sure you get well between My toes, slave," I said. "I have an important meeting scheduled today and We wouldn't want to offend the barbarian ambassador by having dirty toes now would We?"

"Not at all, your Majesty, " said the tanuki slave as he took his sponge and began carefully wetting My soles and clawed toes, cleaning between them as well.

I rumbled lowly with satisfaction as the tanuki serviced My Imperial foot, bringing Me one step closer to the climax of My pleasures as the red panda bobbed and sucked on the divine rod.

I was then seized by an intense sexual passion, grabbing My panda's head in both My claws and then thrusting into his muzzle roughly, burying the tip of My ribbed godhood in his throat before shoving my meat in and out of his muzzle with a heavy rhythm

I stretched My right foot out far as the tanuki washed it, it shuddering as I reached the edge of My physical excitement, letting out a low groan of relief before shooting several steaming hot white loads of My glorious Imperial seed, the seed of the Heavens, into My panda-slave's muzzle and onto his face.

The panda shuddered as he was overwhelmed by My powerful load. His blindfolded face stained, he squeaked as his white cheeks came to a full blush, showing through his fur as he began to lick My shaft and scales, cleaning up his mess.

The rest of the Imperial sponge-bath was less than eventful. My entire body was cleaned by the skilled paws of the two slaves, now working together to efficiently wash their Lord.

When this was done, I arose from My seat and My panda took My royal robes. I stretched out My arms as he dressed Me and My tanuki put the Imperial shoes on My feet. When this was done, they could finally remove their blindfolds, which they did. Then the tanuki went for My hat, a simple-looking cylindrical furred hat with a small spike on top of it, and placed it on My head elegantly between My horns.

The Imperial finery is not like the clothes worn by the officials of the Empire or even by My fellow-Dragons. My robes are of a bright yellow color that it is illegal for all others but the Imperial Dragon to wear. These special robes are decorated with stylized motifs of Dragon forms in gold threat, shining even against the yellow fabric, which shows how My Ancestors were given by the Stars to order the lives of the Ahn, the people of this land. My hat is made of the fur of giant feral beavers that live only in the wretched north of the cold wastes and are most treacherous to hunt. Even the shoes that are on My glorious feet are decorated with paintings of beautiful flowers.

I smiled at My slaves and gave each of them a pat on the head as they knelt at each side of Me. I praised them for their work with the most mild words I could think of, for slaves do not deserve the glories of high praise. To this, they could only kiss My clawed hands and look up at Me with worship in their eyes. Now, rejuvenated, refreshed, and properly dressed, I was ready to take on this day.

After a brief Imperial breakfast and all the associated etiquette and protocol, I made My way down another flight of stairs from the Family Chambers into the Hall of Dragons to begin My day. First on My agenda was a meeting with the Prime Minister, Chu Long Soo, a fellow-Dragon. As Prime Minister, Chu Long Soo was appointed directly by me and was responsible for all the tedious and boring logistical details of running a world empire of inferior beings. This left all the important and large decisions on the direction of the state to Me.

As I entered the Imperial strategy chamber, I noticed the map of Qi Dan at the center of the room, showing My realm and all the positions of My armies and other assets in the form of little models on the giant map. There was only one chair, which was for Me. the rest of the map was surrounded by low, plush cushions on which My generals and advisers could kneel, not being allowed to stand in My presence. I smiled at this, thinking of how I sat in My chair above the models and even the other Dragons groveled and scraped about in My presence.

From the map I looked to the walls of the room, slowly waking down them with My claws clasped behind My back as I gazed on the images of My Draconic Ancestors woven into tapestries with fine and expensive threads. Soon though, My attention was diverted when I heard the door of the chamber open.

Chu Long Soo immediately dropped to his knees as he entered the same room as the Imperial Dragon and began to crawl towards Me, squirming across the floor like a worm as was traditional for all to do in My glorious presence.

I simply grinned, amused and watched as he approached Me, crossing My arms, contained in the large sleeves of My Imperial robes as I gazed down on this great Dragon who, though he acted as ruler of many, crawled like an insect in My presence.

When Chu Long Soo finally reached Me, he went up on his knees and then bowed to Me three times, kissing the floor as he did. This is customary when a fellow-Dragon enters My presence. A lesser being, that is, a non-dragon must kiss the floor six times.

"Good morning, Sire," said Chu Long Soo as he looked up at Me from the floor.

"Good morning, Minister Chu," I said. "What is on Our agenda for today?"

"I am seeing to most of the details for the day, Your Majesty. I have ordered repairs to the roof of the Temple of Celestial Balance that was damaged in last night's storm. I have ordered five hundred more chickens for the upcoming festival of Your Majesty's twenty-fifth birthday. In addition, I have ..."

"Silence!," I responded, pressing one of My shoes against the Prime Minister's blabbering mouth. "You know that I have you around so that I don't have to deal with all of these petty details."

"Yes, Your Majesty," responded the Prime Minister, giving My shoe a kiss.

"Just give Me the details of the more important matters that require the attention of My celestial gaze."

"Y...yes Your Majesty," said the Prime Minister, rising back to his kneeling position and looking up at Me.

"Your Majesty is first scheduled to hold court in the Hall of the Jade Throne from nine until twelve-thirty," continued Chu Long Soo. "Then You are to retire for Your Imperial Luncheon. Then in the afternoon You have a private audience scheduled with the ambassador from the barbarian west, Charles MacUrsus for the purposes of discussing trade relations with his country."

"So, what am I having for lunch?," I asked the grovelling minister.

"Fried dumplings, chopped fried squid and steamed rice, and Your Majesty's favorite dessert."

"Sounds delicious! I can't wait."

"Of course, Your Majesty," said the other Dragon, bowing his head once more even though he was already knelt down.

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Moments later, I entered the Hall of the Jade Throne by My special entrance. It wasn't really a jade throne that one could sit in, but was oversized and on it sat a statue of a Dragon Emperor, such as Myself, plated with gold and ivory and covered in priceless jewels. The statue itself is hollow and has enough room for Me to sit inside of it on the True Throne. Nobody is allowed to ever look at the Imperial Dragon who is not a dragon, part of the Imperial household, or granted a private audience. And so, I ruled My Empire from inside the Dragon statue on the Jade Throne.

First to approach the statue, then kneel and provide the customary six floor-kisses, was Hue Lo Bang, the palace steward. He was a chow-chow and was dressed in the silk robes and finery typical of government officials.

"Your Majesty," said Hue Lo Bang, "Wan Long Tung, Duke of Jing, is here to discuss potential flood control projects in Yandong Province."

I sighed. Yet another morning of boring meetings about the running of the realm. There were decisions to be made, orders to be given., the fate of millions to be decided. It made Me yawn, but such is the burden of the Child of the Stars, and why My grateful people lavish on Me so much honor and luxury.

"Send him in!," I said, My voice made loud and deep by the horn I spoke into from inside the Dragon statue.

Wan Long Tung, Duke of Jing, entered the throne room. He was a green Dragon and dressed in the expensive robes befitting a Draconic nobleman. All of the others in the room bowed their heads as he entered, showing proper respect for the Dragon race.

Wan Long Tung himself knelt at the foot of the statue and made the customary three floor kisses a Dragon was expected to give in My presence.

The rest of the morning was tedious and boring, but I was prepared for My duties by My education and had slaves to ease the burdens of life for Me. Even My chamber inside the Jade Throne had a space built into it for a slave to kneel in front of Me and do his duties while I did Mine. Sometimes I preferred this and other times not, as a Dragon should remain present of mind when carrying out important state duties. Today I just listened to My petitioners. I granted the Duke of Jing funds and forced laborers for the construction of dams in Yandong Province. I approved the garrisoning of military forts on the frontier in the desert wastes. I even approved an Imperial gift to be sent to the wedding of a noble Dragon. Finally, I was relieved and pleased to dismiss the various courtiers and officials and retire to a secluded courtyard for My lunch.

I smiled and relaxed at My usual seat in the courtyard on a fine summer's day. I sniffed the air, loving the smell of the flowers, the warm sun and cool breeze, the sound of birds singing in the trees, the soft tones of the musicians playing in their boat on the garden pond, and the feel of the paws of two fox slaves rubbing My shoulders as I observed the ceremonial train coming before me.

Fifteen slaves crawled carefully into the courtyard, each bound together by a length of chain running from their collars to a golden tail ring at the base of their tails. Their ballgags kept them quiet except for the small bells on their nipple rings that announced that the Imperial lunch train was passing through. All of them were nude otherwise except for golden trays strapped to their backs by harnesses carrying the Imperial lunch: Five appetizers, five main courses, and five desserts.

I sat amused as the slaves formed a circle around My seat, their bells jingling as they moved. I looked to the door again and saw the Imperial taster entering, crawling on his belly as was ritually acceptable in My presence.

"Your Imperial Majesty, Your lunch is ready!," said the taster after going to his knees and then giving the traditional six bows, kissing the floor each time. The yellow weasel didn't seem to find this distasteful of course, you may wonder, but My whole palace and realm are accustomed by tradition to behave this way around Me, and it is tradition also for at least five complete meals to be prepared for Me and randomized to prevent the possibility of poisoning.

The weasel taster took his place kneeling on a plush cushion by the slaves as I watched him sample a hint from each tray, then order the circled slave chain forward to sample the next tray with wooden chopsticks provided on each tray.

"It is very good, Your Majesty," said the taster, making his selection of what he believed were the safest and most delicious of the five duplicates of each course. The three chosen slaves were then removed from the slave train and would crawl before Me atop a small stool. Here the slave's back would serve as a table that I would dine from. The other slaves would be sent back with the rejected meals that, for all their intricate preparation, were unceremoniously dumped into the trash by the kitchen staff.

The taster removed his own chopsticks from the tray and replaced them with a pair of golden ones decorated with intricate patterns. Silver utensils or any lesser metals are not to be found in the Imperial palace because they are far too common and crude to touch My lips.

I smiled at the appetizer slave that had just crawled in front of me, a jackal, and gave his ears a pet. He visibly shuddered as he stayed in place, seeming nervous as he gritted his teeth and did everything he could to remain still. This one was probably a novice at this duty, but he would learn. Consequences could be dire, of course, if a slave faltered while serving as the dining table of the Imperial Dragon.

Knowing this, I sighed contentedly before plopping a dumpling in My mouth with My golden chopsticks and setting them down before taking a dignified sip from a cup of tea on the tray.

After I had My appetizer came the main course, chopped fried squid and rice. I snickered in amusement at the squid pieces, intricately chopped and sculpted to resemble dolphins leaping and jumping out of a "sea" of rice. The slave bearing the main course, a tiger, seemed stronger and much more experienced than the jackal. He kept his head and his ears lowered in a very slavelike fashion, not twitching nor moving slightly as I dined from the tray on his back.

Finally came a fox slave, bearing My dessert -- a punch with floating "icebergs" in it made from ice cream, sculpted meticulously into shape and topped with tiny red candy seals, themselves sculpted in intricate detail down to the whiskers. The ice for this particular dish and other similar treats had to be carefully transported from the mountains to the palace with exorbitant effort and regularity.

I smiled as My rough-scaled hand gripped the golden spoon in the punchbowl and I delicately brought a piece of one of the icebergs to My mouth. I moaned in sensual pleasure at its sweet, creamy smoothness, knowing that none of My subjects ever got to enjoy such things. I licked My lips gently and rolled My shoulders some as the two fox slaves behind My chair, clad only in their soft semi-transparent silk loincloths held on by a fine golden threat and their golden collars, expertly massaged My shoulders.

Another one of those mischievous thoughts entered My mind again and I slipped off one of My shoes, raising it and rubbing the claw of one of My toes over the eunuch fox-slave's bare and featureless crotch, teasing him with the ghosts and phantoms of sensations he could never again have. The fox-slave, previously still and functioning as a good table, let forth a light and barely audible yelp through his ballgagged muzzle and squirmed lightly, causing the punch to jiggle back and forth and the icebergs to list to one side of the golden punch bowl, knocking one of the candy seals off of its perch and into the punch with a plop.

I smiled devilishly at this as I continued to tease the fox with My dragon toes and rubbed a clawed hand lightly under his muzzle. "Don't ruin your god's dessert, boy...," was all I said before spooning one of the candy seals into My jaws and destroying it with a loud crunch.

The fox yelped louder and frequently now, visibly frightened of the consequences of his failure. His nervous shivering caused the punch to ripple and the melting icebergs to shudder. I only smiled at the boy and suppressed a snicker as I continued to tease his crotch and rub My powerful claw ever so lightly under his muzzle.

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And so, My lunch concluded, I had a bit of free time to spend before the scheduled private audience with the barbarian, Ambassador MacUrsus. In this time, I would sometimes walk the gardens peacefully, practice My martial arts with My trainer (who was not allowed to lose), engage in the traditional strategic game of Round Stones, or other times amuse Myself with the many secret passageways through the palace walls that were only known to the Imperial Dragons. Originally designed with state security in mind, these passageways also allowed Me to indulge My passion for observing the embarrassing private moments of My subjects.

I slinked through the dark passageways, opening the small slats in the walls as I peered through at My subjects, grinning as I looked at them through the peepholes that were built into the eyes of many of the Dragon paintings on the walls. I could watch My subjects change, fuck, piss, or simply doing the little things they did when they thought nobody else was watching. Many a day I amused Myself in these secret passageways, peering lustfully at My underlings and rubbing My slit and Dragon cock as I watched.

And so it was, today I slipped back a slat in the secret passage and peered out into a room in the Halls of Ahn. There I saw My steward, the chow-chow, speaking to who must have been the barbarian ambassador judging by his strange appearance and clothing.

Ambassador MacUrsus was a brown bear dressed in a fine blue military uniform with gold braided epaulettes on his shoulders. Two rows of shining brass buttons ran up and down the front of his blue jacket and a few medals adorned his chest. In addition, he wore bright white pants, black boots, and a western saber hung at his side. He was taller than most of the Ahn people and had a perfectly proportioned body and a large chest. His hair was neatly styled in western fashion and a thick mustache decorated his face beneath his nose. He stood tall and proud, his eyes turned downward a bit as his head was held high. It was as if he looked down on all the Ahn people around him who were, of course, much more civilized and refined than he could ever hope to be.

"Such arrogance and jealousy!," I thought to Myself as I watched him converse with My chow steward, Hue Lo Bang. A military officer then? His government had thought to intimidate Me, the Lord of Ten Thousand Stars, by sending a military officer as an ambassador. How laughable, as you shall see soon enough, dear reader.

"It is imperative that I meet with your Emperor today!," said the barbarian officer. "My ship is leaving port soon, and I am not to leave this horrible country of yours without having an answer from his Majesty," demanded the bear angrily.

"Please, please, good sir," said Hue, holding out his paws and gesturing downward, his long silken sleeves flowing gracefully as he did. "His Imperial Majesty will see you. He has accepted your request for a private audience. You should be honored. His Majesty does not simply see anyone."

The bear pulled out a timepiece from a pocket on his jacket, flipped it open, looked at it for a few moments with a sigh and then placed it back in his pocket. "It would have been nicer had he scheduled it earlier in the day rather than so late."

"Who is this bear?," I thought to Myself. "Who is he that thinks he can make demands of the Child of the Stars?" I grinned to Myself for a moment though as I remembered. These western barbarians were so ignorant. This one probably didn't know that those admitted into the presence of the Imperial Dragon were required to perform the rite of Chin Long before being allowed to make a request.

Hue simply ignored the bear's rude and pushy manner for now. He was, after all, more civilized than this barbarian and it showed.

"Mr. MacUrsus," said the chow with a polite smile and nod. "I'm afraid you must be aware of certain ... hmmm... customs and protocols that one must observe when entering the presence of the Great Imperial Dragon and making a request."

"I am most certain," said the bear, turning his nose up in the air and speaking in the most assertive and self-justified manner one could possibly imagine, "that whatever customs are required by your cute little culture, I will be able to observe without any difficulty, or hesitation."

"Well then, In that case," said Hue before looking around carefully and beckoning the barbarian forward with his finger. "there is something you should know..."

"What's that?," asked MacUrsus, leaning down and twitching his ear as the chow whispered something to him lightly.

"WHAT!?," growled MacUrsus angrily as he pulled back in shock and revulsion, a look of anger etched on his face. "I have to do WHAT!?"

At this, Hue scowled. His civilized manner was only able to take him so far, but he could not retain his complete composure in the face of this disdain.

"You wanted to know what you had to do when asking His Majesty about opening trade relations with your people, well now you know!," he said somewhat angrily. "Now, you said that you could not return to your country without an answer. I trust you mean this. Well, you can have no answer without observing our customs. You must honor His Majesty and perform Chin Long. Then you may make your requests."

"Fine!," shouted the bear as he prepared to storm off.

"Ah, ah!," said the chow, halting him with a wagging finger.

"What now?," asked MacUrsus, annoyed as he looked back at Hue.

"Your sword please. I'm afraid it will not do for you to enter His Majesty's presence while armed."

The bear growled lowly and pulled his saber from its scabbard, dropping it at Hue's feet with a look of indignant revulsion on his face.

"If any harm is to come to me," he warned ominously, "The government of the Union of Free Kin will not take kindly to its representatives being abused."

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I sat comfortably on My cushioned throne in My private audience chamber. I smiled to Myself, thinking about what was going to happen. Was I nervous to meet this barbarian? Not at all. I knew that no matter what happened, the Lord of a Thousand Stars and the great army of the Universal Empire would stand firm against any rabble of unwashed hordes his people could throw at us in the event that anything went wrong. The room was dark, shut out from the light of the setting sun outside. The most light in the chamber came from two dim lanterns set up near the throne.

The door at the far end of the hall in front of My throne opened as My guards, resplendent in their armor and halberds, pulled it open and in stepped the western ambassador.

Charles MacUrsus looked around and then looked to Me on My throne with a nervous smile. I could tell that I was intimidating him. My claws held tightly to the arms of My throne as I licked My lips, thinking of what a lesson this arrogant and uncultured barbarian was about to learn.

The bear put his hand over his chest and bowed lightly, addressing Me in a respectful tone... at least it would have been a respectful tone if he were addressing one of My courtiers.

"Good evening your Majesty. I represent the government of...,"

"No!," I said indignantly, standing up but not moving forward from My throne.

"That is not how this is done! You were told how to behave in My presence, how to address Me, and how to beg Me for favors. If you cannot comply with the etiquette of a proper civilized court, then this audience is concluded and you may leave."

I sat back down quickly on My throne and glared at My guest from across the chamber. It was all I could do to suppress My urge to smirk and snicker at what I knew this man must do. My toes were twitching eagerly with anticipation within My shoes.

The barbarian sighed for a moment and hesitated, stepping backwards a bit. He almost looked as if he were about to turn around and walk out the door. My face faltered a bit, afraid that he would and that he would deprive Me of the pleasures to which I was entitled.

No, he was staying. He stooped over and looked down, contemplating the floor before dropping to one knee.

He was actually going to do it! I could contain Myself no longer and My Draconic maw twisted into a wide and happy grin, showing off My rows of pointed teeth.

He looked up at Me with a most dejected and pitiful look on his face, breathing heavily as if this came hard to him.

I did not move My head. I just looked at him with that wicked and sadistic grin and waved one of My clawed hands in a circular motion, gesturing for him to continue with the ritual.

He bowed low now, his forehead meeting the hard stone floor of the chamber and he closed his eyes, obviously in pain and puckered his lips, kissing the floor.

My belly heaved slightly as a light snicker escaped My lips as I restrained Myself from laughing harder. I rested My clawed hands firmly on the arms of the throne but raised up the forefinger of My right hand.

The bear then raised himself up from the floor with a look of sadness, his pride crushed. His cheeks were blushing bright red even through his brown fur. He panted a bit, noticing My one raised finger as I gave him a slow nod of approval and encouraged him to continue.

He went down again, kissing the floor. When he pulled himself back up once more, he saw Me holding up two fingers and nodding to him again in approval.

Down he went once more, continuing this humiliating ritual until he had finally completed twelve bows and kissing the floor. This is the customary number of floor kisses required of one who is admitted to a private audience with the Imperial Dragon and wishes to make a request.

"Come forward!," I commanded the bear in My best Imperial tone.

Down he went once more, beginning to squirm and crawl across the floor as he slowly approached My throne.

My eyes followed him, grinning and nodding with approval until he finally came to My feet, which I presented to him. "You know what to do now...," I said quietly.

The ambassador took hold of one of My shoes lightly and looked up at me, full humility in his eyes. The philosophers always said that the position one's body is in defines the position of the mind. That when one humbles one's self in body, one's mind must logically follow. As I looked upon this bear now, dashed from his high place of glory and now transformed into a shamed wiggling worm on the floor, a look into his eyes showed this to be true. He was definitely feeling this and getting an education as to where he and his kind belonged in the world.

The bear slowly slipped the shoe off My right foot and set it aside.

I sighed happily at the feel of the cool air on My foot and spread My toes a bit as the bear now cradled My bare foot in his paws.

The bear twisted his ears back on his head and pressed his muzzle forward, kissing the sole of My foot and then dragging his tongue over it from the heel to the end of the big toe. He then repeated it again, doing the same for the next toe.

I snickered and pressed the sole of My dragon foot against his face, almost gripping it as he continued to lavish his tongue-worship on My divine digits. Finally, when he reached the last one, I stuffed My big toe in his muzzle which he sucked, knowing it was a required duty.

I groaned happily and pawed at My crotch. Yes, I was getting excited from this. Putting arrogant upstarts in their place always got Me excited. As I panted and teased Myself, the bear finished with that foot and then planted a kiss on My left shoe before gently sliding it off and repeating the ritual.

I panted and groaned some more, thrusting My toes in and out of the bear's muzzle as he continued to perform the rite. I knew how much more humiliated he would be that I was actually enjoying this in this way. All that knowledge did was turn Me on more as I squirmed on My throne.

An image went through My mind. This bear, I imagined, was one of My eunuch slaves pleasuring me. Yes, I thought. I could possibly buy him from his country and make him serve Me. And why shouldn't I? He was obviously a much better toe-sucker than a diplomat. They would surely love to be paid to be rid of this blot on their country's reputation, would they not?

Sighing happily and coming back from My momentary daydream, I looked down at him. He turned his eyes up to look into mine, his muzzle still stuffed with My toes as I slowly pulled them from his mouth and then gave him gentle pets on the head with My scaled feet.

"Now that you have successfully performed the ritual of Chin Long, you may ask Me what you desire."

The bear sighed, blushing still and very uncomfortable in this situation, humbled as he might be temporarily. "I ... am here to negotiate a free trade treaty with your empire, your Majesty. My government requires a response."

"Then take this response back to your government," I said to the bear. "I will agree to your treaty on the provision that you send Me one of your ranking officers to serve as My servant every year, to be traded with another one the next year. Toe-sucking is something your people are obviously very good at, and I wish to experience more."

The bear gulped, still blushing as My claw rubbed his head.

"I'm ... quite doubtful that my government would find these terms acceptable your Majesty," said the bear.

I simply shrugged, as if it were nothing what the bear had gone through just to have this brief conversation with Me. Of course, it was nothing. After all, if My own subjects could do this for an audience with me, so could barbarians, for there was no reason for foreigners to be placed above My own subjects in My land.

"Then that's just too bad," I said indifferently.

"I will deliver your message to my government, your Majesty," responded the bear with full regret, humiliation being written on every detail of his face.

I only nodded serenely.

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And so, after sending the ambassador on his way, I returned back to the Family Chambers and was greeted by My slaves who blindfolded themselves and disrobed Me to prepare for bed. I put a leash on the collar of the one who had been chosen as My night slave and gave it a little tug, smiling as I laid Myself down among the cushions and pillows of My bed and three blindfolded slaves curled up around Me, exploring My scaled body with their paws as the lucky slave, a wolf, began his work on My slit. I rubbed his head as he worked, yawning.

"You had a nice day I hope, Your Majesty," said the wolf as his talented tongue traveled through and around the rim of My slit.

"I did, boy," I said, gently pawing at My pet's ears, groaning as I squeezed the two other slaves beside Me, a squirrel and an otter, under each arm like giant living plushies.

I groaned and pressed My hips up as My purple Dragon cock emerged from My slit once more and rubbed against the wolf's blindfolded face, smearing pre on it.

The wolf-slave only whimpered at this feel and shudder in both delight and fear, for he knew that the flesh of a god was touching his face. He gave himself over to pleasuring it, wrapping his muzzle around it and slowly lowering his head down on the shaft, pleasing the ribbed member with his talented and well-trained slave tongue.

I groaned happily and closed My eyes, thrusting upwards once more into the slave's muzzle as I pawed at his ear.

The wolf voluntarily pressed his head down as far as he could, the ribbed Dragon cock stretching his throat as he fought the urge to gag. My two other slaves beside me only squirmed and giggled as their paws and tongues rubbed up and down My scales and they worshiped My body with countless caresses and kisses over every inch.

I grabbed the wolf's head now and held him in place. He could not pull up. I looked at his face and felt his body shudder. I took My other claws and reached them down, pressing two of them over his nostrils and keeping them there for a while, only pulling them back as his face turned a shade of blue. I knew and the wolf knew that his life was totally in My hands, to do with as I pleased. This thought greatly entertained Me, and soon I fed the wolf his own evening meal, several massive loads of Dragon cum, which he swallowed most worshipfully and eagerly.

After this, I yawned and passed out in the wake of My pleasures with a great smile on My face. It had been a delightful day. I had experienced pleasure and power both in the fullness of their glory, basking in the worship of My slaves and subjects. And now I slept, dreaming only sweet dreams, for I was the Child of the Sky and the Lord of a Thousand Stars.