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All She Can Handle

"Ugh, why would she do this to me?" I moaned, mostly to myself. I was sitting atop the throne in the great hall, looking down at the nobles and knights that were lining the walls as the commoners waited their turns. The week had been particularly eventful, ever since Talba had traveled southward, leaving me alone to rule her kingdom in her stead. Only a few days left before her scheduled return, and I could leave this position to return to my home.

To be honest, being royalty in the capitol wasn't particularly difficult, but it was emotionally draining. Deciding what to say yes to and what to say no to became a steady stream of what could be seen as life or death situations for her people. One couple came in asking simply for the tools needed for excavating, to me that could have been anything from digging a well to exhuming bodies in the southern pass. I gave it to them, but had a royal guard escort them back to their home to do their deeds.

It's not hard to lie to a queen, so I can't just say yes to everyone. I don't know what kind of reserves the monarchy had stored so I didn't know how much was able to be given away, and every day was more tiring than the last. This was not like being princess of my own tribe; the title of Queen was more regal, and had higher expectations.

When the eighth day of the week came around - only two more before Talba returned - I eventually just told the guard to close the doors. I'd take a few more guests, but then I was done. Was sick of listening to every sob story the peasants could imagine. When I caught myself thinking of them as peasants, I had to slap myself to remind me that these were normal people, not nobles.

Just as the guards were slowly closing the blood-oak doors, a single blue-furred dragon slipped in and hopped past them. I saw the nearest mare reach for him to stop him, but he was able to evade capture as he bounded forward towards me, urging every single one of the royal guard to lunge forward from their posts in between the pillars lining either side of the grand hall to point a lance at him.

He smiled and lifted his talons in surrender, looking around to each of the guards as if to test them.

Curious, I stood at the throne and looked down at him, a single ear perked as I raised a talon. "Guards, let him be."

"M'lady, do you know this ruffian?" One of the ebony-haired mares asked, leaning in to press her blade against his shoulder.

"No, I don't know him, but he has guts, slipping in here. I want to hear from him and only him. Return to your posts, my noble guards, and allow us to converse." I was trying my best to act regal in front of this blue-furred dragon, but I think it was clear I was faking it.

As the guards all shouldered their weapons and returned to their spots in between each of the pillars, I got a solid look at the dragon in front of me. He was large, but not as large as I. Covered in fur, save a series of lighter blue patches on his shoulders and cheeks that seemed to glow, and the black horns jutting out form his skull and his black spiked mane that went from the top of his head and down his neck between his long, soft-looking ears. Something about him interested me, so I invited him to step up and speak.

"Oh, hi queen Talba." He said, waving nonchalantly as he looked around the castle, taking in the black-stone architecture, Golden ornaments, and red fabrics and banners. His eyes were wide and the corners of his muzzle were turned up in a grin.

"I'm actually not Talba." I corrected. "I am her sister, Melodi, but you can still refer to me as queen in her absense. What can I do for you?"

He hopped up the final few stairs to the throne and extended a claw. The two equine guards on either side of the thrones stepped forward and readied their weapons in defense.

"Oh, lighten up you two, he doesn't have any weapons, he's not going to hurt me." I let out an exasperated sigh as I, too, extended a talon to shake his.

"The name's Ald'er. Just checking out this righteous community. Just passing through, thought I'd get your opinions on the local cuisine!" He shook my hand and stepped back, tail down on the steps for balance as he looked up at me, one foot a step closer so his knee was bent.

I was still a little confused, but I tried my best to answer. "Well, uh, I guess it's cuisine. We don't eat a lot of fish or beef here, but we like pork and poultry, lots of spices and seasonings, and we love our lumen-flower dressings. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I'm always hungry, trying out cuisine from around the world. I'm told Arrenthen cuisine is very exotic, not like the simpler foods of Yelfrit or Farragouth. Patties and slabs of meat, maybe some pasta and bread. Ooooh, that's special. What's so special about Arrenthen cuisine?"

"Depends on what you're looking for. I like shaved meat, or pulled meat. Get strands or slices of pork and chicken together on a bed of rice or noodles with a seasoned veggie sauce, can't go wrong. Tell you what, you've piqued my curiosity, want to enjoy the finest that Arrenthen has to offer?"

He laughed and looked down at the equine guardsmen with a look of victory. "Of course I do! And man, all that travel between worlds has left me incredibly hungry. Make sure it's meaty and hearty, or I'll have to ask for seconds!" Ald'er hopped back up to beside me and invited me to lead the way.

"You are a peculiar one. But let's have some fun with this. Guard, tell the cooks that I have a guest, and we're going to be enjoying the Houl'dveritas, two of them, largest portions they're able to put on a plate."

"A-are you sure, m'lady? That takes hours!"

"Yep, Something tells me Ald'er here will keep me entertained until then." I got up and extended a talon to him and pulled him along with me away from the throne, down the hall, and into the dining area.

Rather than sit him far across the room from me, I sat at the head of the table and he sat to my right, both of us able to see the door to the hall from our location. The candles were all lit around the room and the glass windows were allowing colored light to lance its way onto the table with all the dinnerware. I loved that position, looking over the dinner table with the colorful evening reflections dancing off the curved metal silverware and plates.

"So really, what brings you to Arrenthen?" I asked him as I dipped a spoon into the light soup the chefs had prepared to keep us busy while they made the Houl'dveritas. "Nobody, not dragon nor feline nor canine would come to a kingdom and seek attendance with a queen just to see what her favorite food is."

He smiled and shrugged at me. "I'm not lying. I want to try your food, it's exotic, made of flavors I don't get where I come from. I'm a traveler, and I want to experience all your world has to offer, I want to see the jungles, the sea, the food, the society, the culture, all of it. I also want to see if there's any temples nearby, but I don't actually expect you to help me with that." He took a sip of his soup as well, but he held his bowl up to his lips rather than use a spoon.

"You will have to forgive my skepticism. It just sounds odd to say such a thing. Are you sure there's not something you're hiding? I didn't invite you in because I was bored. I sense there's more to you than you're saying."

Once again, he shrugged, seemingly baffled. "I honestly can't think of anything. Dragon, my skin glows when displaying emotion, and I love to travel from one world to another. Not sure how much cooler I could be if I tried. I do love a little adventure, and this soup is a nice detour, but it's the Houl'dveritas that is the true culinary adventure. Can't wait for that to be done!" He rubbed his claws together and laid his elbows on the table, leaning forward to lap at the soup.

Part of my defensive psyche was screaming at me from the back of my mind, but my usual ability to pinpoint deception in a person wasn't picking anything up. There was clearly more to him than he was saying, but I didn't get even the slightest of hostile auras from him. This is why I decided to do what I usually did to expose someone's mental state. "So, what are your plans after dinner? Got any more exploring to do? Any chance you'd be interested in 'exploring' a Queen Reagent?"

Ald'er's ears perked up as he gave me a sidelong glance. "Are you propositioning me?"

"You said you like to go on adventures. Consider it a whole new frontier; have you ever been with royalty?" I winked at him and let out a deep rumbling churr. I could feel his mind loosening, but still no hint of hostility. He seemed sincere.

"Well, I've been with ministers and holy women in the past, but never a queen or princess. Say, what ARE you anyway? I mean, you're not queen, but you're not princess, are you a noble-mare? What is your official-"

I cut him off with a click of my beak as I leaned in. "My title doesn't matter, if I have it my way, you'll just be screaming my name, not my title." I reached over the table and grabbed at his spiked mane, holding him in place as I shoved my beak into his muzzle, tongue prodding at his.

He paused a moment before relenting, allowing his tongue to massage mine.

It's one of the unfortunate things about having a beak, kissing is hard and done almost entirely as a nuzzle mixed with tongue motion. I make do. "Come on, don't hesitate, follow me. There's probably another thirty minutes before the man course is ready." I grabbed his hand and dragged him out the room to go back to Talba's chambers.

Once the twin doors swung open, he gasped as he got a look at the huge bed in the middle of the room, the sleek black stone that made up the walls, and the huge decorative armoire next to the massive toy chest that had whips and other bondage gear hanging out the side of it. "W-what is this place? You're one kinky hen!"

"Not my stuff, mostly. I don't plan on tying you up or whipping you." I assured him. "That is, unless you want me to." I smirked and grabbed at a cock-shaped slab of marble.

"Now THIS is an adventure!" He mused.

I didn't let him get too comfortable. I leaned into him and pushed him back onto one of the massive, peach colored sofas that had a special fabric-leather hybrid that was pleasant but didn't stain. Talba thought of everything. HE landed with a thud on his back and I landed on top of him, straddling his hips as I dragged a single talon around his cheek and down to his chin. Within seconds I could feel his cock prodding at my loins, the very tip of it poking out of his slit. "There we go. I see you're an eager adventurer! Ready to plunge into any hot climate to get at the-" I was interrupted by a claw to my beak.

"No, we don't do adventure puns here. It's not sexy." he advised me with a stern look.

"Oh. Well then, I guess just have fun with it. Don't be shy, though!" I pressed my hips down against his, unclasping my royal skirt and tossing it to the side to ensure none of my garments got in the way. Almost instantly, I felt his tapered cock press against my lips, but I was focusing more on his mind. I still wanted to prod at his emotions and see if he had any ill will towards me, but the heat of his cock was a distraction.

Ald'er grinned and pressed his claws down on my hips, holding me down as he bucked up into me, his member parting my lips and sinking into my flesh. He reared forward and bit down on my neck in an act of dominance, teeth sinking into my fur and feathers.

The sharp sensations made my defense trigger flare up, but I choked it down as I pushed back on him, clenching my walls tight as an act of resistance but also to hold him snug. I trembled a bit, faking orgasmic sensations as my clit winked my juices all down his front. I couldn't control it, but then again I didn't want to. As my mind slipped its tendrils into his, I just couldn't find anything malicious, so I let my grip go and let him have his way with me.

As he aggressively bucked up into me, slapping his furred hips against my inner thighs, his hot dragon flesh parting my mare lips, I paused a moment to think about just how lucky Talba was to have the opportunity to use her position to mate with as many of the nation's suitors as she could. Horse cocks, canine knots, avian cloaca, and even meaty, hot-fleshed dragon ridges all had their place in me, and I grew more and more liberated as each hearty shot of seed erupted into my womb.

Thoughts raced through me one after another as my beak hung open, eyes closed. What could he do to me? What would he be willing to let me do to him? Would he let me flog him? I'd never tried that, especially not on a furred dragon. Would it even work?

I felt my clit wink again, splattering my fluids down his lower belly, followed by a jerky muscle spasm in Ald'er. I opened my eyes to see he was gritting his teeth down, eyes pursed shut as his lower body spasmed, his hot fluids erupting into me.

"Y-you're done already?" I cooed a bit, disappointed. I continued to grind on him and flex my walls snug around him.

Ald'er panted heavily, a grin spreading across his wide maw. "I'm an adventurer. It's been a long time since I felt the flesh of a female; besides, you said to be quick, food's coming."

I shook my head in disdain. "No, I said we have thirty minutes. Not, what, five? Ten? No, you're not leaving this room until I'm as spent as you are." I got up off him and stood on the black stone floor, my hooves clacking on the hard surface as I looked down at him, his seed dribbling out from my lips to splash on his tail.

"Wellllll, I dunno m'lady. I'm spent, I got no more in me!" He grinned again, leaning back with the kind of expression that was begging to be punched or clawed at. "After all, spelunking takes a lot of energy."

Not a chance this guy was getting away with leaving me hanging. I stepped up onto the couch, one hoof next to him as I crouched down over him. "I thought you said no adventure puns. Time to get creative, because now the evil Melodion has you in her clutches, and you aren't leaving here alive. Or, at least without offering one good orgasm. You don't need your cock to please a mare, I'm sure you could find something to stuff me with." I turned and lifted my tail, exposing my moist lips directly in front of his snout. I clenched my muscles to push out my clit from the meaty vulva, the pressure squirting a thin strand of gooey creamy cum between his nostrils.

The scent must have triggered him, because almost instantly he buried his muzzle under my tail, using his lips to part mine, his tongue slipping deep into me. I could feel his hot dragon flesh slipping and sliding against mine, and it tickled me just right; even my tightest grunting clench couldn't force the tendril of a tongue out of me. The contractions did intensify the pressure, though, and that felt great.

He grabbed hold of the base of my tail for added control as he pushed in deeper, nuzzling at my vulva and plucking kisses at me, making out with my sex as though he was in love with it. I Felt his tongue slide over my clit, slip between my lips, prod at my fleshy canal, then slip out to repeat the process all over again in between gentle pecks at my rump. IT was delicious, andI couldn't help but push back into him, my vulva peeled open, a slit of my cherry pink insides exposed for ease of penetration.

After a few moments of empassioned nuzzling and kissing, I felt his fingers prodding at me, squeezing and rubbing up either side of my clit before sneaking into me next to his tongue. The added sensations made me shudder, my tail flicking downwards into his palm and my long tail hair splaying over his snout.

"Oh, don't want me there? That's fine!" he protested, slowly pulling his tongue out of me, leaving only his fingers inside me. His flesh was hot, hotter than most mammals (which surprised me). To me, it felt like a toy dipped in boiling water before plunging into me, where the heat is slowly dissipating but still very much there.

I winked again, pushing back as I repositioned myself so I was splaying over his lap, using the other half of the couch as support. I could feel each of his digits worming themselves into me until even his thumb was rubbing against the underside of my clit from within my sex. I could feel my vulva stretch and expand to slide over his knuckles; I knew if I clenched down now I'd force him out, and I wanted to feel him penetrate me as deep as his appendage would allow. As I relaxed, I felt him lean in and force his tongue into my rump at the same time he applied just enough pressure to slip his fist into me, my vulva swallowing his hand up to the wrist.

I grunted and clawed at the furred leather of the couch as I clenched down, my vulva squeezing his hand snug as my clit tickled at his wrist. I could feel my flesh quivering at the girth of his palm as he balled his fingers up into a fist, slowly forcing himself in deeper. As he plunged his balled up fist bit by bit into me, I felt my knees growing weak and my tail peeling up and to the side, further removing any resistance.

"Well there, I see you're enjoying yourself. Losing control there, m'lady mare?" He laughed at me, forcing his arm even deeper and deeper until I could feel his bicep up against my rump. His knuckles were pressed against the opening of my womb - I could tell based on the deep resistance that I'd grown used to feeling upon being penetrated that deep. That's when he unballed his fist to extend his fingers to tickle at my cervix, the muscle contractions rippling through his entire forearm to spread my sex out further.

A shuddering chatter of grunts and whimpers escaped my beak as I pushed back hard, rocking my body back and forth to feel his muscles contracting and tensing with every ball of his fist, much like a stallion's shaft forcing cum through it as the flare expanded, plugging my womb to fill me with seed. There's nothing quite like that, and he was emulating it quite well; so well in fact that my body started acting on its own, contracting through the canal of my sex to suck the cum from the flare, like it normally would.

The pressure was a bit too much for Ald'er, and I heard a wet sloppy squelch followed by a juicy queef as my cavenrous cunt forced his arm from me in one motion. My whole lower body was tensed up in a muscular contraction that kept me from breathing or moving, like a proper mare being bred. A small grunt escaped my beak before feeling his fingers prod at my closed off cunt, forcing itself in despite my muscles being clenched as tight as they would go.

His fingers parted my flesh with some difficulty as he leaned into me, his palm facing down to cup at my engorged G-spot that was the source of my sudden, intense tightness. The moment he got his hand into me, using all his strength, he balled his hand up into a fist again so that his fingertips dragged over my engorged, hypersensitive flesh, followed by a violent and aggressive punch deep into me that only stopped thanks to his bicep once again slamming against my rump cheeks.

I grunted as my eyes rolled back in my skull, talons curling in pleasure as I clenched my walls again, squeezing him tight as he pumped his balled fist in and out of me with a series of wet slaps and quavering moans. I couldn't help but whimper, my clit permanently rolled out and my walls clenched as tight as they would go, but I found my muscles were growing weak; with each new thrust, I felt him slip through me a little faster and with a bit less resistance. I tried to clench, keep the pleasure up, but he was plowing into me with ease, so I tried my best to relax.

Evidently I should have kept my contractions consistent, because as soon as I relaxed, I felt him shift from underneath me, and a second set of fingers force their way into me next to his wrist. Unlike the first hand, the second slipped into me with ease, the pressure noticeable but not uncomfortable. The second hand met with the first just inside me, the two of them interlocking fingers to form one big, powerful fist inside me.

He leaned into me, slowly forcing his fists deep into me, one cm at a time. His second arm was still dry, but my copious amounts of self lubrication soaked him to the skin with ease until he was able to spin inside me, the massive bulbs of his knuckles sliding over my most sensitive spots all the way until I felt both biceps on either side of my tail, both elbows resting heavily against my winking clit, bits of my fluid spurting out between his limbs.

As soon as he got as deep as he could, he immediately pulled almost entirely out, making me grunt and shift my entire torso, now feeling empty. With another violent, aggressive push, he slipped both arms into me to the elbow, spinning around inside as he did so, ensuring the knuckles dragged over every tender pillow of flesh I had to offer.

My body was quivering as he thrust in and out of me, like two massive stallions in me at the same time, the friction lighting my flesh up, my muscles weak from the continued abuse. Before long, I was a meek, sloppy mare, laying chest down on the couch with my tail hiked up and my legs spread, cunt weak and muscles too exhausted to resist the abuse. I could feel him pumping in and out of me like a human, back and forth, in and out until every motion created a juicy, fleshy slap as my walls distended and contracted around him.

I had been stranded at my pleasure plateau for what felt like an eternity, ever since he first had his fist forced from me, ever since my first orgasmic contraction. Something few other races had, extended, drawn out orgasms.

However, I Was getting dizzy due to dehydration, and I needed him to stop, but lacked the energy to force him out or even asked. I tried to clench and lower my tail, but he was being too aggressive; Deep down inside I didn't mind.

Still, Ald'er got the message and stopped thrusting into me. He untangled his fingers and let each hand slide out of my ruined pussy, the tips sliding over the underside of my tender clit one last time to create a pair of pleasure spikes before I collapsed on the ground in front of him, curling up in a fetal position with my tail deliberately pulled apart from between my cheeks to allow myself to air out a bit.

I was a quivering mess, my muscles weak, and my mind dizzy with pleasure. I love a good cock, but not a lot of my partners are willing to go to town at me like that. I had to thank him for that, but I got the impression that the meal would be plenty thanks as he crouched down next to me, patting me on the shoulder.

"I'll meet you in the dining room." HE winked at me and turned, my fluids dripping off his fingertips with every step.

Once he was out of the room and down the hall, I splayed out on my back, legs spread and arms out at my side, too tired to even get up.

I don't know how long it was before I had the energy to get up, but once I did, I fumbled around with my royal skirt before re-emerging into the hallway and stumbling into the dining room. My knees were weak and my steps were shaky, and he laughed as soon as he noticed. HE tipped his fork to me and returned to eating as I walked around behind him, eventually sitting at the head of the table.

"So..." I started, but paused to take in a drink of water. "As you were saying, adventurer?"