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This story was written for Kio Redsen. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, as well as mild bondage.

A Kingdom of Peace and Love

"We want peace in this Kingdom, and thanks to our new truce with the Dracon lands to the East, we're one step closer to having it. Peace. Prosperity. Love. These are the goals we seek, and the route to so many of those goals... trust. A hard thing to earn in these times. A hard thing to offer. But... something that we have worked long and hard to earn from you, our dear subjects."

The King's voice was magically amplified by the court wizard's staff, the lion's booming roars reaching all those who stood and watched around the palace square, crammed in and mostly cheering with genuine joy at their King's proclamation. Indeed for most this land was already prosperous and generous in its bounties. But the land of which he spoke... the type of Kingdom the royal family sought, it sounded like heaven.

"And that is why... by her own will and wishing, d-despite my own concerns..."

The proud, thick maned male's voice faltered, and he glanced to his wife. To his beloved, where she stood next to him draped in the most beautiful blue silk gown. She placed a hand on his arm, nodding reassuringly. His cheeks burned a rosy red, and he continued to address their subjects.

"...why she is going to offer herself to each and every one of you. To prove our trust in our people, and our belief that you are good, and honest, and would desire nothing more than a chance to share your love for one another if all your other needs are met."

With a soft giggle from beside him, amplified equally by the wizard's spell, the lioness stepped forward. Her tall, proud body shrugged its shoulders forward, and the crowd gasped, then began to cry out in wonder and shock and excitement, as their Queen's beautiful gown fell away. It must have been unfastened at the back for the whole ceremony to slide off with such ease, and beneath it... not a stitch. No underwear. No underskirt or shawl. Nothing. She stepped forward, naked, and moved towards the edge of the royal platform. Guards were there to greet her, helping her down and onto the next dais; closer to the crowd. More voices rang out, calling to tell her how beautiful she was. To tell her they did not deserve to witness such glory and perfection. She blushed, and she stood up proud and tall, breasts bare and heaving up and down slightly as she panted in undeniable excitement at her exhibitionism. She showed herself to the subjects of her Kingdom, and watched, beaming, as the guards lifted a large and ornately draped section off the end of the dais, revealing an equally ornate and beautiful pair of wooden, velvet-lined stocks.

Willingly, eagerly even, the Queen moved towards them. She knelt before them, turning so her plump backside faced the crowd, and leaned forward to place her neck against the central, padded groove, and her wrists against the others on either side. The crowd's cries of adoration turned to gasps of shock once again as they watched her be strapped in place, bound now with her ass wiggling in the air, knees raised and pussy on full display. She was teasing them. Not taunting them with her untouchable beauty and eroticism, but welcoming them. Encouraging them. A few of those closest to the steps peered at the guards in stunned curiosity, and were overwhelmed when the head of the guard, a burly doberman, pointed at a few of them and nodded his head curtly.

Throughout the crowd others began to move forward as they watched those first few scramble up onto the stage. Men and women from all professions and walks of life, some dressed in fine regalia, others in the clothes they had been at work in earlier that day, and others still in rather casual, day to day attire. At once, a male wolf and a tigress knelt either side of the Queen's rump. They moaned not just to themselves, but to her and indeed to the stranger before them as they caressed the perfectly plump globes of her backside. She purred, and spoke to them tenderly.

"Show me your trust is well earned, my friends. Show the Kingdom your love; show your fellow citizens what you will do now you find yourself before its Queen. Don't hold back. Don't be afraid. Make... make me feel good, friends. Make your Queen moan. Make me... a-ahh... oh, yes. Oh my goodness, yes."

Throughout the crowd, moans and whimpers of pleasure were already beginning to ring out. Many of those present knew there were far too vast a number of people present to possibly all have a chance to touch the Queen, however briefly. This didn't mean they needed to go home unsatisfied though. They could watch. They could indulge in the sight of their monarch sharing herself so willingly and happily with her people. And indeed, as strangers blushed and glanced at other strangers, as lovers found themselves drawing friends or neighbours close into larger groups, they too began to share. To indulge in the same freedom of love as their beautiful and wonderful Queen.

"Oh. Ohh, by the Gods. I... yes. Yes! Like... oohh just like that. Your Queen is... I... I'm going to... ah. Aah! Please. Ohhhpleaseyes!"

Increasingly loud, brazen, and lustful in her screams, the lioness convulsed in orgasm as the first two to approach her body combined forces to drive her to this exact state. The tigress used her experience to seek out the Queen's g-spot and hammer it roughly with two fingertips, while the wolf spread her lips apart to aid the tigress' efforts and paid equally firm, focused attention to the Queen's swollen clitoris. Their efforts paid off, and they were granted not just by the sights and sounds of their monarch thrashing within the stocks, but her pussy sprinkling their trembling hands with a small rain of lustful juices.

The two moved away from the Queen only after circling the stocks to look her bashfully in the eye and thank her, which she did to them in turn through her giddy, lustful gasps of satisfaction. They then found themselves looking at one another, and it was with nervous giggles and deep, rumbling purrs that they exited the dais royally wet hand in royally wet hand.

More and more individuals queued up to pleasure and fondle the Queen, some forgoing their chance to touch her more intimately in exchange for some face to face contact. They kissed her, and she hungrily kissed back, wishing that her hands were free to wrap around their heads and hold them tight against her for longer. One woman approached the Queen with her hand already down the front of her skirt, and withdrew it to show that her fingers were damp, offering them to her Queen with an almost terrified whimper. When the lioness hungrily and deliriously began to lick at them though, her face burst into a joyous grin.

"Ahhh... harder!"

Many a man chose to feel his cock being milked by the Queen's walls, but for a far more brief time than any one of them would have desired in an ideal world. Ten thrusts was all they were permitted, but much as each and every one was overjoyed to have even that short amount of time within the lioness' royal pussy, it was almost harder on the Queen herself than it was on them when their time was up and they were expected to withdraw and make way for the next person. She was worked towards her next orgasm ten strokes at a time, by men of all species, sizes and shapes. One second she was being fucked by a mouse who made up for his lack of size in speed, slightly breaking the rules as he slapped his thighs rapidly against the Queen's own and delivered about fifty potent, jackhammer strokes before the guards called time on his actions. The next there was a stallion stretching her out and taking the time to make her feel each and every inch as he slid slowly back and forth to the hilt inside her. Then a German Shepherd. Then a fox. Then a serval. Then a stag, his member long, lean and so worked up from watching the other men take their turns that after his sixth thrust he had no choice but to pull out early, bellowing in pleasure as he rained hot cum down all over the Queen's quivering ass while she moaned and whimpered in dismay, not knowing why the hell he hadn't just cum inside her like she was hoping someone would.

It was the next woman to approach the Queen who finally brought the lioness to her next peak, a doe who giggled as she knelt behind the monarch, and called out to her at the far side of the stocks.

"I apologise for my husband's... enthusiasm. I may have gotten a little carried away with my hands while we were watching. Please, allow me to repay you in kind for the pleasure you granted the man I love."

Before the Queen could say that it was her pleasure to do so, it really did become her pleasure. The female deer's tongue probed between the lips of her pussy, and within the space of a minute the lioness was roaring once again, dousing the hungry, orally skilled deer with a bigger, wetter dose of her ejaculatory ecstasy.

As the Queen trembled and moaned, enjoying the brief respite of her recovery from that latest climax and yet wishing that someone would step forward and allow her to endure the intensity of continued stimulation, she heard the loud and raucous moaning of the Kingdom's subjects at play suddenly quieten down, followed by a murmur of gasps and nervous whimpers as she heard something unfamiliar, yet wholly distinctive. The sound of beating wings, getting closer. Closer. So close in fact they soon were almost all she could hear, as with a heavy thud two strong, scaled feet landed on the dais almost directly behind her.

A booming voice, magically enhanced in its own right, rang out. A voice she knew from their negotiations over the last few months. The voice of the Dracon Queen; her jade scaled counterpart from the Kingdom far to the east, speaking not just to her beloved subjects, but to the King, and indeed to her.

"You warm blooded creatures are strange. You do not share the life bonds of Dracon-kind, yet... you find ways to enhance your bonds that we would never imagine. Public acts such as this. Royalty debased so willingly, so joyfully stripped of any authority by lying with anyone and everyone who will have her. And yet... it is that which brought me here. That which kept me here, watching what would come next, even after our truce was made and set in stone. I wanted to see your celebrations. Your joy over war ending. Would it be counted as a victory... joy at the expense of the fact we accepted that the bloodshed between our Kingdoms was too much? That was what I feared. But instead... this. This."

A smooth, clawed hand, cool to the touch but warming rapidly against the Queen's flesh, groped at the lioness' cum-stained left buttock. She gasped, and though the temptation was to struggle, or ask one of her guards to set her loose so she could at least look the other Queen in the eye, she resisted that urge. She waited, and found herself gasping as that clawed hand began to wander. To explore between the cheeks of her backside, then lower. A soft moan escaped her as the Dracon matriarch's clawed fingertips teased her lips apart, trembling at the warmth and moisture that radiated from within. A low, savage rumble escaped the scaled Queen.

"Tell me, Queen Savannah... you would trust in any one of your subjects to touch you? To pleasure you, and do you no harm?"

Those same sharp clawed grazed just either side of the lion's aching clit, and she felt herself drooling hot arousal over the dragon's fingers as she fought for breath to answer.

"I would. I... I do."

The Dracon Queen growled curiously.

"And what of... me? If I were to ask, might I pleasure you? If I were to ask if I could take my snout... capable of breaking fire which could liquify your organs in a second flat... and bury it between your legs, would you trust me to do so in peace, and in love?"

Whimpering softly, the lioness squirmed and wiggled her hips, not sure herself even if she was doing so temptingly or nervously.

"Love... Queen Lume, is felt, not earned. I know you are capable of love. But whether you feel it for me... that I am not so certain. However, I would still trust you if you offered to eat me out, because we are not enemies any longer, and you have no reason to cause me harm by that logic. I trust you, and... I... I ask of you. I beg of you. If you wish to please me, then do so here. Now. Where all my subjects may see that they have nothing to fear from you or your people."

Hissing and growling in what might well have been excitement, the scaled Queen lifted her head away from the lioness' pussy. The furred, bound Queen whimpered, but she need not have worried. Lume lifted her head only to speak once more, not to her, but to Queen Savannah's husband.

"Your wife is about to experience the pleasure of a dragon's tongue. She will cum longer, and harder than she ever has before. But... I do not wish this to cause a rift between the two of you. I do not wish for her to have known pleasure that you could never understand. So... I offer you the same pleasure I offer her."

The lioness couldn't see what happened next, but from the gasps from the crowd and the tearing, then fluttering sound of cloth being tossed skyward, she could only imagine that the thin robes which normally covered the Dracon Queen's body had been torn away.

"I offer you my pussy, as I will claim hers with my maw, King of this peaceful, loving land. I offer it to you with the knowledge I have not known a male's touch for the duration of our war; nine long years. Trust does not come easy to my kind, and I cannot say I give it without trepidation. But... if I were to not give it, I would have no hope of ever believing in it. So, I must. I must trust you... just as your wife is to trust me, and ask you. Implore you. Fuck me."

A deep, guttural moan escaped the lioness in the wake of the Dracon Queen's plea, and she echoed it, crying out to her husband even though she could not see him from where her head was bound within the stocks.

"Fuck her! M-my love... fuck her, please her like I know you can. Like you please me each and every night we lie together. Fuck her... a-and watch, watch me, as she... a-as... oh. Ohh. O-oh my... oh my Gods! A-aaahhhhh_yes_!"

Before she could even finish, the Dracon Queen's huge tongue was burying itself between the warm folds of her pussy. Heat like she had never known was pulsing and radiating across its length, and with each throbbing surge of heat, there came sweet, explosive pleasure.

Scrambling down off the Royal dais onto the one below, the Kings' eyes bulged as he watched and listened to his wife beginning to shriek in sudden, practically spontaneous orgasmic joy. He watched hot streaks of her abundant juices flood out across the slightly flushed jade muzzle of the Dracon Queen, and gave a frantic, passionate growl of his own as he began to tug loose his jewelled belt and lower his britches. He circled around the nude, trembling form of the beautiful if intimidatingly tall nine foot dragoness, and gasped as her lithe tail wrapped around him, drawing him closer as she lifted her hindquarters, presenting to him.

He stared at her beautiful pussy, every bit as inviting as that of his wife, and then looked up for a moment, out into the wide eyes and almost motionless, wonderstruck faces of the crowd. He smiled at them, and from somewhere amidst the group, a cheer rang out. Followed by another, and another. Some urging him onwards, telling him to fuck the Dragon Queen. Others meanwhile begged for the Queen to keep on screaming and cumming, that they wished her such joy that she would never stop. And others... others called out to their former foe. They begged her to cum, they thanked her for pleasing and satisfying their beloved monarchs. And above all else, they wished her the same peace and love as every citizen of this Kingdom was due.

Upon the dais, the royal trio roared and howled as all three of them began to fuck, and in the crowd below, the gleeful, rampant orgy which erupted put whatever nervous fumbling and bashful stimulation had come before to shame. If a Dracon could be trusted by their King and Queen... there wasn't a single person here, not a man or woman of any species or vocation, whom any other citizen could not trust enough to invite into their heart, and into the warm, wet, welcoming depths of their bodies.

By Jeeves

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