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A Filling Reward For Serathin By Draconicon

Amathin, the King of Atlantis, was rather impressed with his general. Serathin had been instrumental in quelling several rebellions, and he doubted that the leaders - those few that had escaped rather than being imprisoned - would ever raise their heads or hands against him again. He was proud of what the draconic saber-wolf had managed to accomplish, and he felt that the general merited a reward.

At the same time, he had noticed the beginnings of pride welling up in his general. As pride had been the downfall of too many in Atlantis, the dragon king could not allow it to grow too far, too fast. He needed to make a lesson of humility to Serathin.

And he knew just how to combine the two.

The blue dragon smiled as his general knelt before his throne. The draconic saber-wolf was dressed casually for the day, wearing little more than a tunic that ran from his shoulders to mid-thigh, but even that was more than what he, the king, wore. In the faintly lit halls of his palace, the heat merited little more than a loincloth, and that was what he restricted himself to.

"Rise, Serathin."

As the general stood, the dragon shifted his weight on his throne. His wings expanded slightly, allowing him to relax more. He rested his hands on his thighs rather than the arms, and he fiddled with the edge of his loincloth.

"I wish to thank you for everything you've done for my realm."

"It's not been that hard. Most of the rebels were barely ready for a debate, let alone a fight."

"Be that as it may, you stopped a rebellion before it could get started. And you deserve thanks for that. I have two rewards for you."

He gestured to one of the servants he kept about. A lizard-like creature - part dragon, part sea-creature - moved to his side with a wrapped up present. He took it, and then held it out to his subject. Serathin took it in turn, and unwrapped it carefully.

The revealed shield was a shining silver in color, treated with the skills of many craftsman to protect it from nature and conscious harm. It was weighted to the draconic saber-wolf's strength precisely, and it bore his colors upon the front.

"My chief general and war advisor needs equipment to stand out, does he not?"

The look he received told him all he needed to know. The thankfulness that he wanted to see was there, and there was little of the pride that he worried about. Little, but still enough for him to be concerned.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. This is a marvelous gift."

"Yes, but it is only the first." He turned to the servant. "Leave."

The lizard-creature looked at him questioningly, but a glare put the obedience back in the subject. The servant left in a hurry, running out of the throne room as fast as its slimy little legs could carry it. Serathin glanced at it as it departed, turning back with a querying eyebrow.

Amathin smiled, his fingers pulling his loincloth to the side. The dragon's shaft had already partially emerged, and upon contact with the open air, it grew faster. Serathin stared at it, and the king chuckled.

"I see that you are making the acquaintance of my cock, General. Good. It wishes to make yours, as well."

"Your Majesty, I -"

"Ah. On your knees, General."

He waited for some display of insubordination. Behind his throne, his own weapon was in easy reach. He did not plan to kill Serathin if he disobeyed, but caution was the watchword of royalty. There was never a lack of people that wished them harm, at the very least.

Thankfully, he did not need it. His subject went to his knees, if slowly, and looked up at him with some degree of puzzlement. Amathin didn't bother to explain. The general would know his place in a moment.

With a smile that was not entirely serene, he stood up from his throne and walked over to the draconic saber-wolf. His shaft, reaching its full size by the time that he stopped in front of his servant, was pointed and slick, and he laid it over the general's face. It throbbed, dripping some fluid over the other male's furred muzzle, and he thrust his hips back and forth, dragging the heavily scented shaft along his face.

"Serathin, as my war advisor, you will be in my company most every day. Did you know that?"

"I...assumed it, Your Majesty."

He pulled back, holding the tip of his shaft near the general's nostrils. He felt the puffs of air as his devoted servant breathed in his musk, and reached down to make sure that his mouth remained closed. The suction of air past his tip was almost as delicious as the feeling of it coming back a moment later.

"And do you know what an advisor does, besides advise me?" he asked, releasing the draconic saber-wolf's jaw.

"I...I can't say I do, Your Majesty."

"They serve, Serathin. Welcome to your first day as advisor. You may begin by servicing me."

Amathin pressed his cock tip to the general's lips. For a brief instant, he worried that his friend would bite him, that his pride would win out. If he had, there was no way that he could have prevented the general from lashing out, even if he could have punished him later.

But there was no need for it. Serathin opened his mouth, and the king's cock slid in. Amathin moaned as his shaft was massaged by the draconic saber-wolf's tongue as it swished side to side beneath his cock. In seconds, the fluid it had been covered in was replaced with saliva, making it shine every time that he pulled back from the general's mouth.

He laid his hand on Serathin's head, gently rubbing his fingers through his fur. It was warm and soft, and easy to grip. He pulled the general down his cock, dragging him past the tip towards the base. The feeling of such potent power over his friend, not to mention the way his powerful warrior submitted to him, was a potent aphrodisiac in its own right, and he pulled the draconic saber-wolf down to the base of his cock. It throbbed hard, and he felt his friend swallow as he started to leak.

Back and forth he guided the warrior's head, filling and emptying his mouth with cock. It didn't take long for the general to get used to the rhythm, and the king felt a great deal less guilty about using his friend like this. Not that there was much guilt to start with, but with a natural talent for cock-sucking like this, it would have been a shame to let it go unused.

Laying both his hands along the draconic saber-wolf's head, he thrust forward in earnest, his cock throbbing as he was on the verge of orgasm. He panted, feeling himself reach the cusp.

He pulled out at the last second, letting his seed splatter over the general's face. A marking, a scent that the other male would never forget. Amathin wanted his general to remember where he had ended up, and what any position less than king meant. The general would never be able to forget the feeling of cum on his face, or the smell of being dominated by his liege.

The dragon was about to turn away when he felt something wet underfoot. He looked down, and chuckled at the sight of another puddle of cum on the ground.

"I see you like your new position, Serathin."

"I...I suppose I do, Your Majesty."

"We will get along just fine, I see."

The End