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Dragon Harem Chapter 11: Alliances Sponsored by Txeptirea By Draconicon

His twenty-four hours were up, and Draconicon knew that both Aldedran and Shisan would be waiting for his answer to their 'requests.' The black dragon sighed, shaking his head as he pulled himself out of bed, still glaring at the omni-present erection that he was left with. The annoying thing kept him up most of the day, even when he was out with his visiting friend Havok, and it wasn't making it easy to think when he had to deal with the throbbing, dripping thing.

His harem didn't make it easier, either, considering they were starting to see him as a walking dildo when he was like this. It wasn't an entirely inaccurate description, either, considering how he couldn't even cum. The cock ring from Shisan was...very good at what it did.

Probably should go to her ambassador first, so I can get this damn thing off. Not to mention Aldedran would have all sorts of questions if he showed up with this hard an erection. Questions he didn't want to get into.

The black dragon overlord didn't bother getting a robe, or any sort of clothing. Shisan would be stripping it off as soon as he walked in, anyway, or, rather, her ambassador would. He would prefer to keep what clothing he liked intact, rather than losing it to an overly-whorish creature.

Draconicon was followed by his harem almost as soon as he emerged from his quarters, with Strike and Drake the first to follow him, but with the others following shortly after. The only one that was missing was Deborah, and he was almost sure that was because she was on-shift at the police department. The one reliable person, and she was the one that actually had to stay away.

He looked over his shoulders at the naked anthros, watching them watch him. They were staring between his legs, looking at his balls and watching them sway with every step, and he rolled his eyes.

"I believe that you can find better things to do than watch your master, right now."

Drake had the grace to look a bit embarrassed, but the others certainly didn't. Instead, they went to their knees, their legs spread as he had taught them, and bowed their heads. Draconicon groaned.

"Don't worry, you'll get attention later. Right now, I have a rather large diplomatic crisis to avert, and I need to make sure that we don't get invaded. So, let's table the sexy stuff for now, and come back to it later!"

He swept off in annoyance, both at them and at himself. They didn't deserve to have him taking that out on them, not when they didn't know the whole story, but he was getting annoyed at being chased for sex. For all the pleasure that the harem gave them, their need for attention was something that he hadn't quite anticipated, and it was something that was starting to get on his nerves.

Maybe I'm not the sort to keep that many around at once... he thought to himself. Maybe I should find a way for them to be entertained more often when I'm not around.

Shouldn't be that hard. People were coming out of the woodwork that wanted to try sex with anthros. Hell, he could probably make a business out of it.

But that would keep until later. For now, he had a meeting, and an important one. He walked down the halls towards the guest wing that he'd housed Shisan's ambassador in, and ignored the eyes of the various servants that were around. Humans, entirely, and they all were embarrassed or distracted by his throbbing cock. They looked down, up, sideways, anywhere that his cock wasn't, and tried to hide it from themselves by holding their hands up in front of their face.

Draconicon...blushed. It was the first time in a long time that he had done anything like that, but the idea that the humans were embarrassed by looking at him just reminded him how very different it was. He was usually fucking someone in public if anyone saw his cock, so he'd had that distraction before. Walking around with a hard-on that he couldn't control, however, was something that he hadn't exactly had a lot of experience with. It was...different, to put it mildly.

The dragon shook his head a few times, putting it out of his mind. He needed to be thinking clearly...well, as clearly as possible...when he was talking to Shisan, or the manipulative 'goddess' of a dragoness would make his life hell.

He arrived at her door, and knocked on it. It opened in the middle of the second tap, and the robed tentacle...thing...looked at him. He swore that the tendrils formed themselves into some sort of smile.

"You were waiting for me."

"I was. I expected you to come here...Enter, Draconicon."

'She' held the door open, and he stepped past her. It didn't take long for it to close, and less time after that for the tendrils to start stroking along his body, running from his head down to his crotch, and several started stroking over his over-sensitive erection, making him bite back a little moan.

"Have you thought about my offer, old friend? You know that you can't truly be satisfied with these creatures, even when you make them in our image. You know what I offer with this alliance..."

"Yes, I know."

"Do you take it, then?"

"I take...a version of it."

The tendrils slowed, but didn't stop. One set ran down to his balls, wrapping around the place where they connected to his crotch, and gave them a few little squeezes, a few little tugs.

"Have you considered how much you have to lose if you offend me, Draconicon?"

"Oh, I've considered it. But that's part of the reason I am allying myself with you...just under different terms."

"And what terms are these? Take care. You do not wish to anger the goddess..."

"I know."

He also did not want his balls in a potential vise of this nature, but there wasn't much choice in that matter. The dragon shuffled his feet, adjusting his posture a little as the tendrils teased him further.

"I'm offering you an alliance...but I'm going to offer a fake one to Aldedran at the same time."

"...A fake alliance?"

"Yes. Consider it a way to get intelligence for our little...operations. He thinks that I am part of his forces, and he will tell me where he needs me to be. And from that -"

"We can extrapolate where he will be...and perhaps even more..."

"Yes, we both know he's not smart enough to do anything that isn't obvious. But if he thinks that he can outsmart us...well, this way we can stop him before he can."

"And you can assassinate him directly, if there's an opening."

Not quite the plan, but she's not wrong, he thought. It was something that had occurred to him during the time between his talk with Havok and now. This close to either of them, he could off one or both of his fellow Overlords if it came down to it. His raw power was greater than Shisan's, and he knew that he was better at the subtle stuff than Aldedran was. One on one, he could match them.

But he didn't want to. Upsetting that balance in this corner of the world would leave him with chaos on two borders, potentially worse neighbors, and Palerinal at the south, just waiting to encroach on his territory when the opening came.

No, it was better to let them destroy each other than take a direct hand. At least for now.

Shisan's ambassador smiled at him, a tendril stroking his cheek.

"You are a cunning one, Draconicon. As ever you were."

"That's why you came to it, isn't it?"

"...One reason."

Her tendrils at his cock gave it a squeeze, almost possessive in the tightness that came with it. He groaned as she turned him, made him face her as she stroked him.

"This is another. There's a certain...pleasure...to be found in these acts...And if I were to make a clutch of heirs, there are few that I would consider beyond yourself..."

It was perhaps the most flattering thing that Shisan would say to anyone, but he refused to let himself get taken in by it. If it wasn't outright manipulation, he knew that she could easily change her mind. More than that, he had no intention of fathering anything, with anyone, for some time yet.

But if she wanted to believe...

He let her keep stroking, not stopping her as the tendrils worked his cock into a lather of pre, leaving him dripping despite the ring. He groaned softly as she kept teasing it.

"So...do we have a deal?"

"Hmmm? Yes..."

"I'll be your spy in Aldedran's court, keeping you informed. You won't question it, and you and I will continue to act as enemies."

"Heh...he'll never see it coming."

He will, he will. But only because I'm going to tell him. Draconicon groaned as he slowly pulled back, dragging his dick out of the reach of her tendrils.

"But if we're going to pretend to be enemies, I can't be here long. Now...if you'll please remove this?"

"...A true pity. I would have liked to keep you as a stud."

"Perhaps in the future." It will be a cold day in hell when I let you keep me around for that, you twisted witch. "But for now, you'll remove it?"

"...I suppose."

The dragoness's magic flowed down one of the tendrils, and flickered over the tip of his cock. Draconicon gasped at the sudden flow of blood that ran in and out of his shaft, a mix of pain and need hitting him all at once. He grunted, clenching his hands into fists to avoid grabbing at himself, while Shisan's ambassador chuckled.

"Heh, I did offer you a chance."

"Yes, yes, you did...Now...I must go, and...put my case before Aldedran."

"Yes, do that. I will wait here for information."

"Don't you need to go back and rejoin your mistress?"

"I will, I will...after you return. And perchance, you might be in the mood, then."

Draconicon slowly walked out of the room, taking his steps lightly and slowly as his cock swayed. The last thing he needed was to blow a pent-up load in front of her. The humiliation from something like that would never, ever end...

He made it out into the hallway again, and summoned a robe. A rough, scratchy, itchy one that he hadn't worn for years. As soon as he put it on, the discomfort forced his cock down as quick as it had gone up, and he made his way to the other dragon.

The meeting with Aldedran's ambassador was, thankfully, short. The disgusting, slime-swilling, ooze-streaming creature had been quick to believe that he was ready to side with the northern Overlord, and even quicker to believe that Shisan had fallen for his lies of a mutual alliance. Draconicon could have done without the slimy hand slamming down against his back, though. The stink was still on him as he walked out of the room.

Two Overlords deceived, one war in the future. This is NOT how I wanted my year to go...but here we are.

Grabbing a passing human, he gave the servant the command to send Robert to his quarters as soon as possible, and teleported himself there. As soon as he arrived, he pulled off the scratchy robe, threw it in a corner, and threw himself onto the bed. He groaned as he laid back, running his hands over his face.

"So much for staying out of other people's business...Why did they have to pick now to start working against each other?"

He knew already, of course. The fact that he was working on magi-tech. The blending of magical stuff and the technology that the humans had was probably worrying more than a few dragon Overlords already, but they were the only ones near enough to actually be directly affected. They were probably shaking in their boots at the idea of him putting together enough power and tech to make something useful.

He was still a little concerned about it himself. The idea of giving any sort of access to magic to humankind was akin to an Uplift, from what he'd heard of some people in this city, and it was not something he was entirely sure that they were ready for. Magic had been a dragon-specific thing for so long that putting it in the hands of others almost felt like a betrayal to dragon values.

At the same time, this was a world that they had conquered. The humans were changing. The world was changing. Hell, the dragons were changing. Magic would come to the world, sooner or later, and better that it happened on their terms than with flashes of it all over the world, with rebellions and everything else.

If the humans receive their magic from us, then they have a chance to be grateful to us for it. We can shape how they learn it. We can make sure it happens safely. We can make sure that it doesn't turn into a revolution. But we have to do it right.

And so far, he only had a few ideas of what could be done. Human technology had its ways of doing many things that had only been possible with magic in the old world. Speaking at a distance had been covered, as had been seeing someone else across the world. Teleportation had been something that they'd introduced, but it was tightly regulated and watched over, already. What else could humans benefit from?

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

His fox, Robert, opened the door and closed it behind him before bowing at the waist. Draconicon lazily waved him over, and the naked vulpine made his way over to the bed, standing at the foot of it with his sheath barely over the dragon's toes.

"You called for me?"

"Yes. What's the current status of Projects Galilee and Firewall?"

They were the first two things that he'd come up with for magi-tech, one for the people, and one for himself. Galilee was taken from one of the former holy books of the humans, speaking of someone that had taken food and multiplied it, spreading it around to an impossible level. The other...well...

Robert shrugged.

"Galilee is progressing in fits and bursts. We have plenty of energy, but the way that the projectors work on the food matter is...unstable. We can direct the multiplicative spells, but the copies tend to break down too quickly to be useful."

"How quickly?"

"About two hours."

"Good for buffets and not much else, then..."

"We're working on expanding the projector, seeing if a larger area of exposure and a slower growth pattern might change the result, but it's a work in progress."

"I see. I'll be by tomorrow to see how that works."

"If I might suggest, Master?"

"Yes?"

"It might be an idea to try and adjust the processors behind the machinery."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I don't know the way that magic works, admittedly, but would it be possible to start working on the processors and programming, give that an enchantment of its own, granting some sort of intelligence?"

The black dragon slowly lifted his head from the bed, looking down his body towards the fox. He hoped that the fox was kidding, but no, Robert looked completely serious.

He's smart...and I so lucky that Shisan doesn't know I have him.

"That is a possibility...There has been magic done in the past to make intelligent items."

"Do you think it would work here?"

"...Possibly. There's also the idea of a magically-created mind directing magic that I need to worry about. That'd be like creating a whole new style of life..."

"Just a suggestion, Master."

"A good one. Keep on suggesting when you have ideas like that."

"Yes, sir."

"And Project Firewall?"

"No closer than we've been since day one, I'm afraid. The sheer power required for it just isn't being delivered."

That was about what he expected, though not what he hoped for. He sighed, leaning back down on the bed and rubbing his forehead.

Project Firewall was a contingency plan to, essentially, turn the borders of his land to fire. It would act as a final defense against other Overlords trying to press in on him, walling him off from them until they were done. The projectors worked - he'd seen them work, emitting fires of heat well beyond 20,000 degrees - but they shorted out almost instantly. Even with the explosive heat that came with that, it wouldn't be enough to form a worthwhile defense, particularly along a wide swathe of land.

But it would have another effect, something that he doubted that any of the other dragon Overlords would expect. If he ever had to activate it, he would essentially be cutting ties with the rest of the mainland. The fire would streak above and below, severing the land from the continent and setting it adrift as an island. A very big island, one of the biggest in the world, but an island nonetheless.

And that would make it much harder for anyone to make war on me, even with flight. The operations to take over something that isolated would break someone for me.

And as an island, he already had many plans for taking care of the people. Galilee would produce food; it would be a minute expenditure to get enough out to the island to actually copy and feed everyone else, and he had other projects in mind for water.

The only problem was getting Firewall off the ground.

"I'll keep thinking on how to make it work, Robert."

"I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"And if I don't, you will."

"You flatter me, Master."

"I'm telling the truth. At this point, I'm pretty sure that if Shisan knew you existed...well, I'm pretty sure that you'd be on her hit list. You're beyond brilliant."

"...Thank you, Master."

He looked up, and smiled as he saw that the fox was blushing. Draconicon shook his head, and patted the bed beside him. Robert hopped up, and he pulled the naked fox to straddle him, his cock already sliding up between those furry ass cheeks. Robert smiled down at him.

"Needing some stress relief, Master?"

"You have no idea. So, start doing what foxes do best, why don't you?"

"Heh, as you command, Master."

Draconicon closed his eyes as the fox started sliding back, grinding against his shaft. The soft warmth of that foxy ass, the way that it slid so smoothly against his cock, encouraged him to get harder and harder. The dragon's breathing slowed down, and he just enjoyed the feeling of his cock getting higher, the tip prodding against the fox's hole a few times as Robert kept riding him.

Even with the disadvantages that came with having a harem, he had to admit that the ability to just have one of them come to him, bend over, and start serving him was an enormous plus. He'd have to do something about how needy they got, give them an outlet if he wasn't available, but eventually, he'd figure it out.

As he felt the tip of his cock slip into the fox's hole, he leaned his head back with a happy groan. Robert was still nice and tight, and that hole was already slick with cum. Probably from Drake, considering that it wasn't that loose.

As he relaxed again, the fox slipping down to his base, his nose bumped something soft, slippery, and a bit sweaty. Draconicon opened his eyes.

A large pair of slippery, sweaty fox paws were pressed up to his face, the toes dancing and wiggling for him, and the bottoms slippery and shimmering. He looked past the toes at Robert, questioning him with a raised eyebrow.

"You said you liked big feet when you made me a fox...I thought you might like them in your face to lick..."

It was a little more submissive than he would normally go with his pets, but he appreciated the inventiveness. He smiled, and dragged his tongue along the fox's sole. Robert got back to riding, and he groaned to himself, just letting himself enjoy the sex after twenty-four hours of chastity.

The End