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The soft sound of the wind slipped past the open windows, curling the curtains into the bedroom so that the gauzy edges nearly brushed against the pale white form that curled on the soft spill of pillows. Her body was posed, or at least it appeared to be posed, her tail curled just so, her haunches stretched to show the sweep of the powerful muscles and the length of her body positioned just right so that the firelight lent it a golden glow and edged her fur in embers. Wrsaith Saranthin Yara drank in the sight of her, the elegance of her pose, the way her narrow white muzzle was tilted towards the scrolls that she had opened to study. Her glasses were edged in gold, perched in just the right manner to lend her a scholarly air that made the male's heart start to pound faster as he carefully twisted and curled his long thin body through the air, guiding himself to the point that his forepaws could catch ahold of the balcony.

The hair air ruffled his crest as he tucked his long body so that it rested the length of the balcony, without making a sound. The dragons of this land were loud in the air, their wings created hurricanes that thundered and whistled, but he landed with the delicacy of a petal coming to rest on the water with barely a sound that could identify him. He tilted his head to look through the room, the Queen's chambers were austere in many ways, lacking the piles of wealth that he had heard other diplomats murmur about after meetings. The way they spoke always held a desperate edge, stories they created among themselves that grew with the telling. Not one had breached so far past Malik's guards as to reach her inner sanctum, except for him.

From the moment he stepped foot in her court he had been the center of attention, his lack of wings and strange speech had marked him as truly foreign. His bold blue markings and the twin tendrils that hung down from his mustache had taken them aback, but he had used it in his favor. The nobles of this court were petty creatures, each one vying for a position that they had no hope of gaining. He had watched them, quietly, when the Queen came and how they danced in attendance, each one hoping to be chosen as her consort. Perhaps that was why she had invited him to her chambers to discuss trade routes, he had never so much as glanced at her in an inappropriate or suggestive way. He spoke of business and trade, marking out the benefits she could count on if she formed an alliance with the Imperial Court of the east.

And she took pleasure in denying me. _ He slowly lowered one foreleg onto the balcony. _I saw it in her eyes, she enjoyed feeling powerful in front of an Imperial Envoy. She wants me to beg for the rights to her nation, to court her with further gifts and gold.

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His second paw followed and he tasted the air delicately, stilling when the white form shifted and the long wings gave a gentle flick. Her scent was covered in the expensive oils used to care for her talons and horns, but he could taste it. It was the reason the nobles had treated him so coldly after he had received the invitation. Her season was upon her and every one of them hoped to be the one chosen to sire a new generation of royalty. But Wrsaith had been taught one thing in his time in the Imperial Court, every advantage was to be used in negotiations, every weakness exploited. This pale Queen had no notion of how vigorous he could be when it came to negotiations, or how ruthless.

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Malik flicked the scroll open in front of her, her pale blue eyes sliding over the treaty that had been presented to her earlier in the evening. Her long ears barely flicked at the sound of the guards moving outside of her door, the rattle of their armor a dim annoyance as she tried to concentrate on how she was going to spread apart the trade routes that ran through her country. Her long tail curled up and down lightly and she shifted her gaze towards the door as she heard the loud rattling growing worse and worse. They were patrolling, again, the pair of matched drakes would make an entire circuit along her extended suite and would end it by returning to her door until it was time to retrace their steps. One of them had ill fitting armor, she could hear it in the way every step gave a loud rattle that echoed along the hall, distracting her.

After what seemed like an impossible amount of time the rattle began to grow softer and she was able to resume her work. The candle light flickered in the breeze that spilled through her open door, making the words blur, but a simple shifting of her glasses helped her bring the text into sharper detail so that she could look over the list of requests to measure up what she was willing to give. Every year that she had to deal with the trade envoys, it became more complicated, more routes had be shifted and changed, more goods were flowing into and out of her kingdom. The taxes had to be adjusted and argued over, every tiny detail was hammered out between her councilors and the envoys and sent to her with final approval. There was little wonder why she burned her candles to nubs every evening.

"They would ask the moon and stars from you if they believed that you would give it to them." A low voice purred almost in her ear, a warm breath brushed out against her cheek and Malik startled, rolling onto her stomach with an outraged rumble.

She barely completed the movement when a paw pushed roughly against her shoulder and drove her down against the soft pillows, his weight shoving her down. Wrsaith loomed over her with his ears pricked forward and the candle light darkening the blue markings that wrapped around his throat as he tilted his head and parted his jaws in a smile that showed the curved white teeth. She opened her jaws to cry for her guards and the claws on her shoulder curled harder, dragging and raking through the soft fur until they nearly hooked against her sensitive skin.

"It would be unwise for you to rouse your guards, your majesty." He hissed down at her, tilting his head ever so slightly. "Our negotiations are not yet finished and I would hate to become an assassin instead of an envoy."

"This won't be tolerated!" She snarled back and swung her haunches up, rolling with her wings flicked back to strike out at him, her hind legs caught right against his long haunches and scraped roughly. "You will be lucky to escape with your life, let alone any agreement!"

Wrsaith let out a low purring laugh and lunged forward as she tried to get her paws beneath her, his long strange body coiled and threw his weight against her to send her dropping back to the pillows. Her hind legs kicked roughly, her claws caught against the fine material beneath her while the long spill of his tail tried to twist around her own. She was driven backwards, her body pushed onto her back as the larger male loomed over her and his tongue flicked out. She didn't hesitate, she drew her hind paws up beneath her and kicked out roughly to catch him right along the long curve of his stomach. She felt his claws gripping her, digging in along her side and scraping through the fur until blood welled up in the tracks. Her own claws came away coated in dark blue wetness as she tried to writhe away, her wings coming into play to bat and sweep roughly against the intruder.

"Ahh but we will have an agreement." The eastern dragon lunged forward, his jaws striking hard against her throat as she scrabbled and felt her grip sliding along the long underbody as he clamped his teeth down hard enough to squeeze her throat, making her breathing come out in a wheezing burst.

Malik turned her head, twisting it up with a venomous snarl at the larger male, writhing and twisting as his weight pushed her down and the teeth only gripped harder. She tried to grab his neck, her tail snapped up to crack him along the haunches, but he pushed her down harder, one of his paws trying to force her all the way onto her back. She fought against him, twisting and snarling, the sounds rising up in pitch as the jaws clamped down harder and she felt the trickle of blood running down along the curve of her throat. His tail twisted and twined around her own, forcing it down until she could feel the soft fur that ran along his spine caressing her, running along her. The world narrowed down the feel of him, the scent of him, the writhing of their bodies as she kicked out time and again, trying to throw him off balance just enough to get out from under him.

With a choked cry she felt his tail sliding and moving, the ridge of fur pushed right along the line between her thighs, stroking and pulling so that she arched upwards with a ragged snarl of protest as she felt the long fur caressing her most intimate place. It pulled upwards, a slow drag that ran right along the plush soft folds, caressing so an unwilling shudder ran along her spine and she felt the male rumble low in his throat. He pushed harder, purposefully making her feel the softness pushing between the heat swollen folds and working upwards, her entire form writhing on the ground as she snarled out, lips curled back and baring every last teeth before snapping out. She felt his fangs digging in harder along her throat as she caught the side of his neck, sinking down hard enough that he snarled in protest and something hot and coppery stung her tongue.

"You have spice, majesty." He purred in her ear and his paw hooked right along her shoulder. "A valuable trait to pass on to our offspring."

_Our offspring? _ Malik felt a cold chill of fear uncurl in her belly before he twisted her, his paws forced her onto her stomach again, her claws shredded the fabric beneath her as he gave her a rough twist.

"GUAR-" The word erupted from her maw, but his fangs clamped down on the back of her neck and his body pushed over her, pinning her beneath his weight.

"Be still... be silent... Or do you wish your guards to finish what I start.." His voice was muted around her neck as he kept his hold, the warmth of his scaled underbelly slid along her while his forelegs gripped right on her shoulders.

"Can have... your trade..." She wheezed the words out as she intimately felt his hind legs sliding along her own, his tail a tender slip along the length of her own.

"Too late... too little, majesty..." Wrsaith purred warmly, his breath warm as the grip on her tail curled it upwards, his long body being used to caress her.

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She was so warm, almost feverishly hot beneath him and Wrsaith barely contained the desire to simply take her and be done with it. He could smell her, the sweet scent of her blood and season filled his muzzle as he freed up his tail tip to slip beneath her haunches. He could simply take her, force his clutch inside of her, but he wanted more than that, he wanted her to be put in her place, to be roused and as needy as any female could get. He wanted her to groan and shudder beneath him, to feel her walls contracting and climaxing around his spire as he pushed into her. Her breathing was coming out in labored gasps as she stretched out under him, trying to tuck her tail down.

He was bleeding, he could feel the blood oozing from the scratches and along his throat, there was no hiding it, it was drooling along his scales and coated her lovely white muzzle, but he didn't care. The wounds were honorably won when conquering such a female. Her body was warm and soft, muscled beneath the curves that had come from leading a soft life. Still she struggled well, she fought him, making his senses burn hotter with desire. He would get what he wished from her and more, and he wanted her to know that she had been beaten. The white of her fur was spattered with red, like rose petals that spread along the line of her throat and shoulders. The taste of her was just as alluring, sweet on his tongue, the scent of her making his spire begin to stir, pushing outwards so that he was nearly brushing himself along her furred haunches.

He only pushed his weight down more until his tail could flick down and brush right along those lovely heat swollen folds. The moment the soft fur brushed over her, she went still under him and stopped trying to twist away, or at least her struggles became slower. Her breathing came in short tremors and her forelegs spread open a bit wider as she tried to tuck her neck down. He crooned his approval and slipped his muzzle from her throat, but not entirely, he moved to grip the back of her neck, scruffing her and pulling her head up as he trailed his tail right between the softness of her folds and felt her tail twitch upwards in reaction.

"My lovely white queen..." He trilled and heard her snarl in reply, his lips curved up and he pulled harder on her neck and deliberately pushed his tail forward, spreading her folds open so that his tail tip could lightly push inwards.

The moment he did she writhed around him, twisting and trying to throw him off, her ice blue eyes were so wide and bright, but still she didn't scream for the guards. Yes, my lovely white queen, not gifts or silver tongues will win you...

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Malik tried to throw him off from the time the tail tip trailed along her folds, and he pushed down harder, nearly pushing the air from her lungs as she felt him teasing her. Her own body spasming and betraying her as she felt the hard tip of the tail curl inwards and start to spread her. He gave no attempt at seduction or courtship that should have been her due, he only pushed his forelegs more firmly on her shoulders to keep her down and deliberately pressed his hips forward. She could feel the tip of him pushing along the curve of her haunches, sliding through the fur as she twisted around. She could feel the weight pushing outwards, mocking her as the sliding spire rested right along her spine, dampness gathering over the fur.

The tail pushed inwards, the steady penetration made her head jerk up higher and her entire body started to shudder in place, her claws flexing down and she twisted her head about. The drake's breath teased along the line of her neck as the next push forward began to run along her heat swollen folds, gliding over them, caressing and making her walls clamp down and ripple along him. She wanted to throw him off, her snarls increased in volume, vibrating her throat, but even as it did she could feel her body responding. The scent of the male against her, the way he pushed her down, pinned her, even the ache of where his claws and teeth had marred her snowy hide, it spoke to a part of her mind that came from deep inside her. Instincts rose up as the drake's haunches spread to wrap along her own, the press so intimate and teasing her own instincts.

Her body knew what this was, though her mind screamed her panic, her body understood the dominant grip of the male had on her, the press of the body, the weight of him and the low growl that started to rumble up from the long throat. He was dominating her, he wanted her to submit, to prove himself as worthy of her clutch and some primal part of her mind was giving into it. He pushed his tail in deeper, starting to splay her walls open wider and wider, straining the walls open as her body clamped down tightly around him and pulled. The swollen sensitive passage grew slicker around him and she curled her lips back, her jaws spread open and she let out higher pitched snarl of warning, only to feel the line of the tail dragging through her, pulling outwards so that the narrow tip lightly flicked right over her outer lips to send a shudder of pleasure running down her spine.

The hips dragged backwards and she felt his cock pulling along her spine, she tried to twist away but he dug his teeth down harder against her neck and Wrsaith rumbled out a warning. He dragged his girth downwards and she strained forward, her hind legs pushing upwards, trying to throw him off, trying to get up all the way up to all four paws to throw him off. He reached up with his forepaws and forced her back down, his teeth hooking more firmly in her skin. One of his hind paws moved up and pushed right on her hip as his long body coiled along her haunches and dragged back until she felt the heat of his shaft dipping down. It left a viscous trail of precum, clinging in strands along her tail as her eyes snapped open wide and she tried to twist her head back again.

The moment she tried to roll to one side he shook his head roughly, rattling her jaws as he forced her to go back to her belly, rattling her until her crown tumbled from her head, nearly knocking off her glasses. She snapped her jaws shut, nearly biting her tongue as he drew his hips backwards, her head pushed down to her forepaws as the glistening shaft dropped down and suddenly slid right up between her hind legs. She felt a rush of panic and fury, her jaws opened up again in a threatening snarl that was answered with the drake's croon as the tapered tip of his cock pushed up and slid right along her glistening folds. Thick viscous strands of precum oozed out, smearing over her, marking her overly sensitive outer lips as she went stiff. Her heart was hammering in her throat, she wanted to roll over, to strike him, to latch onto his throat and bring him down until her guards arrived, and then his hips moved.

They slow fluid stroke pushed the cock tip right up against the opening of her body and pushed forward with a powerful driving push that wedged his cock tip into her passage. The next jet of precum was spilled into her unprotected body as the smooth silken flesh wedged it's way inwards, prying her open wider and wider. Her inner walls clamped down in reaction, squeezing as she went still beneath him, her entire body reacting to the feel of smooth glistening inches pushing deeper and deeper, the drake let out a low ragged groan against her neck. The sound echoed from her as the first few ridges began to pluck along her outer lips, her own wetness was pushed out around the edges as he wedged himself in deeper, the smooth stroke caressing places that were swollen with her heat. She lidded her eyes, barely fighting as her head was pulled upwards by the grip on her neck, her hips pushed up into the air as the drake gave a final forceful thrust.

The last few inches sank inside of her, spreading her open almost painfully wide, the delicious feel of it throbbing within her, stroking the most intimate spots of her body had her trembling. The ridges caressed her, stroking lightly as his powerful long body rolled and rocked, his claws hooked harder against her hip, pushing down to keep her still before he drew backwards. Her walls clamped down tightly and squeezed, trying to hold him within her body as each ridged tugged and pulled through her, the glistening strands of precum and her own juices clung around him as he pulled out nearly all the way to the tip, just barely holding himself into her caressing and squeezing passage. His teeth clenched slightly harder a heart beat before he drove himself back in, the turgid flesh gliding into her body with a slick wet sound. The soft cry that spilled from her throat wasn't one of pain.

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Wrsaith felt the lovely white queen's body beneath his body trembling and shaking as he drove himself into her feverishly hot body, the tight walls were clinging around him, molding around his girth and squeezing so tightly he paused as he pushed himself in all the way to the base. Every contraction that rippled along the snug passage made him want to drive harder against her, the tight walls started to squeeze a bit harder when he just barely drew backwards, protesting the movement. Her own slickness was clinging to his vent, the warm scent of her was the sweetest perfume he could imagine, one that filled his muzzle with each and every breath. Her hips were nearly pushing backwards against him as Malik let out a trilling noise in her throat. She wasn't struggling any longer, at least not in earnest, her body knew what she wanted.

It didn't matter the jewels and decorations that they wore, no matter the titles that they were given and the honors that were heaped upon them, they were still dragons. He could be given the name of envoy and Imperial Dignitary, but in the end he was a drake and though she might be the queen, she was still female. Their bodies twined in the age old rhythm of time as she arched beneath him, the slight jerking buck that rocked his hips up, helped drive him forward with a powerful drive that slid the tip of his cock right along the slick barrier, nearly brushing against the dilated opening towards her fertile egg chamber. His tail tightened around her own, lifting it upwards before he drew backwards and hissed out as she tried to hold tight around him. The supple muscles that contracted and pulled, rippling and holding him as ridge after ridge pulled free with slick popping noises.

The drake pulled his head backwards, forcing Malik to lift her head in turn, her jaws were parted and her tongue was curled out from between her jaws. He drove himself back in, prying her open, forcing her walls to strain wider and wider as he forced the thickness of his base into her body. The drooling precum spilled free, marking her body while he moved one of his forepaws to wrap around his chest and pulled her backwards. He hilted himself, barely holding still for a breath before dragging back out again, glorying in the feel of her royal body clutching around him, arching and twisting. Her wings were dropped down low, not even attempting escape as he began to thrust in earnest, his head tilted to one side as he squeezed his eyes shut, the length of his tail kneading and pulling along her own. His beautiful lovely queen, her white form splashed with red and her eyes flashing wide as her own body began to clutch more greedily around him, trying to keep him deep inside of him, nearly begging him to sire the next generation.

"My Queen..." He growled around her throat and gave a harder thrust, delighting in the high pitched moan that burst from her throat in response.

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"My Queen..." The growled words against Malik's neck were insulting, his voice purring possessively against her neck. No respect, what respect would he give her now that he had her pinned, was drawing a moan from her throat.

She wanted to stop it, but never in her life had her body been roused to this point, every lesson she had learned about controlling a room, ruling people, maintaining her composure and it was lost through an instinctual rush of hormones pounding through her. The male had proven himself, he had risen to her challenge and met it in a way that her body knew that he was able to provide the genes she needed for her offspring. The hold on her neck, the force of his body, the pain of where his claws had raked her, they were all working with the pounding of her heart, the spike of pleasure, the rush of pure need that had her moaning out when he pulled right along certain parts of her passage. Triggers were being stimulated, the ridges that tugged and pulled, drawing some of the slippery heat of her arousal out before driving inwards again.

She could feel the goopy strands of precum being flung inside of her, splattering right against her cervix in hot strands that were forced right up against her cervix before he drew out again. Her head lowered towards the ground as the thrusts grew harder and faster, building up on each other as the heat started to spread along her belly. Her jaws closed and she swallowed a rough groaning cry as the ridges began to thicken within her, the dragging pulls caught along the swollen passage as she clutched around him, her muscles contracting. This was what she wanted, it was rushing up and rising faster and faster, her breathing came out in short bursts as she opened her maw wide as the sudden thrust drove her haunches up higher in the air, plunging and forcing her haunches up into the air. The thickness of the base spread her open wide, pushing inwards with a slick sound before he drew backwards in a sudden pull that pulled the ridges out one after another.

The feel of them stroking over her, pulling and dragging over the nerve swollen passage pushed her over the edge to the point that she couldn't stop the pounding rush that rose up in her throat. There was no way to stop it, no matter how she tried to bottle it up, the need burst through her and came crying out from her throat. Her walls clamped down tightly, milking and suckling around the cock before he plunged forward with a powerful drive of his body, the muscles built up as the tip suddenly drove right up against her cervix. She cried out shallowly and snapped her eyes open, she tried to twist her head to one side, looking back at him as his paw shoved down against her hip to pin her before he rubbed his tip back and forth against her dilated opening of her cervix before he snarled out against her neck roughly, the pitch rising up higher in the air as his cock began to throb and pulse within her silken channel.

The first hot rush of cum erupted from Wsraith's cock tip as she shuddered beneath him, the hot thick cream hit hard right against that narrow dilated opening. Rope after rope was flung into her body, the pressured jets washed through her, sending the sperm rich seed flowing into her body, spilling along the narrow opening and she drew it inwards. Her walls began to squeeze and helping the rush flood into her as the male gave a slow rocking push forward and drag backwards, pulling through her as she let out a soft groan low in her throat, her eyes squeezing shut and shuddering as he gave another short buck forward and some of the thick seed oozed out with a lewd squelching sound. She couldn't move, she didn't want to move, the heat was spreading through her body and running deeper as the male's jaws slowly pulled from her neck and let her drop it down to her paws.

The eastern drake's breath tickled the back of her neck and shoulders while he loomed over her, Malik barely stirred an eye as the paw moved from her hip and his body caressed along the line of her spine. Dozens of wounds were aching, throbbing, and she didn't care, the warm golden edge of pleasure hovered around the edges. Her body basking in being conquered, bred, and taken by a proven drake, no matter what her rational mind thought. Wrsaith rumbled and slowly drew his hips back, the last few thick strands of cum drooled sluggishly into her, pooling along her cervix as he pulled out with a schlurping sound, the tip popping out with a slick noise as dribbles of cum oozed out of her folds and along her inner thighs. Her walls clenched down tightly as she dropped her head down on her forelegs, her breathing came out in short shuddering bursts.

"I believe, My Queen..." Wrsaith purred in her ear suggestively, his paw gliding along her back. Malik let out a weak growl, turning her head to see the drake stepping to one side. His body was not unmarked, the score marks of her claws and teeth were all too plain. "That our negotiations have come to an end. One royal clutch with Imperial blood, one open trade route between our nations."