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"I'm truly sorry to do this to you, but I have to maintain some semblance of power." Talba apologized to both Mobius and Rick as she locked the cell door behind them. "I don't want to do this, but I kind of don't have a choice. Don't worry, I'll be back for you some day and you know you're in a safer place here than you would be on the streets."

Rick smiled and nodded, flopping back on his bed having been satisfied by the princess. "That's not a problem, I'm sure my boys and I will be compensated well for our time."

Mobius grabbed at the bars and burrowed his snout between them like he was nuzzling back into Talba's tail hole. "I look forward to our next adventure together." He said with a pleased hiss.

Princess Talba smiled and nuzzled her beak to his snout in a sort of kiss. "Thank you kindly. Anyway, I really must get back to my duties. Some royal family full of privilege wants me to punish some commoner for daring to steal a loaf of bread from them, and...well, I'm sure you know where I'm not going with it. Anyway, tata!" She waved and quickly made her way back up the stairs from the dungeon and up into her throne room, where the family's two heads were waiting for her.

"Princess Talba, I will not be disrespected again!" Said the matriach, her voice strained and high pitched. "You dare not anger the Arrenthen elite by making us wait!"

Her husband pitched in, standing tall with a coat covered in medals and jewelry. "What my wife is trying to say is that it is unbecoming of the princess to leave the nobles waiting. You serve the people of this great nation and that is twice as true for the noble class." He clicked his beak, indignant.

Talba sighed and plopped her rump down on her throne, crossing her legs under her dress. "Tell me again, what did this young man do to draw your ire?" She pointed to a scrawny, bony feline in rags.

"He stole a loaf of bread from me, as well as two apples!" Said the wife, her plumage standing on end to accentuate her rage. "I demand he have his paw severed from his body for this, this heinous and egregious insult to th-"

Talba raised a talon to cut her off mid sentence, a contorted look of disgust on her face. "Wait, so you're saying that he stole, what, one bronze coin worth of food from you, and you want his hand for that? Do you not think that seems a little, I don't know, grossly blown out of proportion?"

The husband stepped forward again, answering for his wife. "He's a thief, I'm sure that you understand the laws which this nation was founded that say the punishment for theft is loss of limb. You wouldn't dare go against this nation's laws, would you?"

"Hm, you're right." She said, glancing over to the wife, then the poverty stricken boy, then the husband, and back to the boy before looking out to the many Royal Guard and the nobles that came for representation in this issue. Clicking her beak in thought, she got to her feet and stepped down the stairs to tower over both the noble husband and wife, a full two heads above them even though she wasn't fully grown. Her emerald eyes stared to theirs as she reached out and summoned a dagger from the nearest equine guard, remotely using physical magic to have it zip across the room and bury the handle in her palm. "You are right, I do think someone needs to pay in flesh."

"I am glad to hear you say that." The wife sad as she squawked at the boy.

Talba then grabbed her hand, pulled her forward, and buried the blade in her wrist, severing her hand from her forearm. Before the blood could start erupting in spurts, Talba summoned some of her magic to cauterize the wound, tossing the severed hand on the ground at the noble woman's foot.

Both husband and wife cried out in shock and pain as the woman fell back into her husband's arms, crying and trilling while her plumage twitched and shifted erratically. "Y-you barbarian of a-"

"Shhhh, shhh." Talba hushed as she got down to her knee, using her large hand to close the woman's beak. "Don't worry about your talon, I'm sure my husband can help you get a new one when he returns; that is his specialty, you know." She then let go of her and flopped back on the steps, staring intently at both husband and wife. "In the mean time, you get to feel the pain of the punishment you would bestow upon someone for the crime of feeding their belly. If someone like this, someone so thin like this boy here is stealing food just to keep himself from dying of starvation, then there's clearly something wrong with the system, so you are right. I don't intend to break the law of my own people. However, I'll be queen far before you, so those laws will no longer be."

"How dare you do this to my wife!" The husband bellowed, fire in his eyes. "I will cut you down where you stand!" He got to his feet and reached into his scabbard to grab his sword, inciting all dozen Royal Guard to reach for their weapons as well.

Talba motioned for them to lower their weapon as she got back to her feet, standing tall over the noble gentleman. "Go ahead. Try it. Lord General Vaulix is my husband, soon to be King. Do you know what he did to get such fame? He was able to accelerate body decay via a reverse cure spell, and he taught me how to do it. All I'd need is to touch you once and you would feel pain like no other before deteriorating into a pile of slime and feathers, and that is one injury that can not be healed." She turned and stepped up to her throne, returning to place as the two nobles whimpered and blubbered.

"You will never be my queen." The woman said, clutching the stump that once held her talon. "The noble people of this nation will never follow a woman with such disdain for the upper class."

"That's fine with me. The commoners outnumber you ten to one. You'd be shocked how much better the nation will be when all people are truly created equal, when people aren't starving, there isn't a divide between the rich and the poor, and I treat everyone equally. As far as I'm concerned, you have no character and are nothing more than the sum of your bank. I respect this poor boy more than I respect you, and as such I'd rather reward him than punish him." Her eyes lit up. "Okay, so here's what is going to happen. Not only do you get to live without a hand until Prince Vaulix returns, but you also are taxed by eight percent. Eight percent of your income and current assets are to be given to this boy and his family. If you refuse, I will take it all and I will not permit you to have your talon regenerated."

The husband hissed at her. "You are a monster!" He then grabbed his wife and her severed hand and helped her to her feet before turning to leave the throne room. "You will regret this!"

In response, Talba gave her most dainty and condescending wave, as taught to her by her mother. "Goodbye sweetheart! And when you see a true monster, be sure to scream; I hear they like it more when you scream." She turned to the nearest Royal Guard, a thick stallion by the name of Vasmeth. "Give this poor boy a hearty meal, find out where he lives, and bestow upon him fifty silver coins. Oh, and make sure mister and missus angry burds dispense with the funds to the boy's family. I have had enough drama for the day, I'm going to my chambers. Please don't disturb me until morning."

With that said, she waved everyone off and left the throne room, heading down the winding halls towards her chambers. She didn't wait for a response, she didn't really care what anyone said. She just wanted to take be alone for a while, so she could take care of the needs that had bubbled up within her. Rick and Mobius were wonderful partners but she needed something bigger and more persistent.

She needed Vaulix, but he was not in the castle so she had to improvise.

Her best option was to wait it out in her room until everyone else was asleep, only then could she seek out a partner to help satisfy her lust, and the last thing she needed to think about was severed talons and indignant nobles. No, she just wanted to imagine Vaulix working his magic on her.

Later that night, after the halls had emptied and all but the stripped down night crew of the castle had went to sleep, Talba found herself stir-crazy and restless in her bed. As she was still young and getting used to her estrus cycle, dealing with her urges was proving to be quite a task without a partner to satisfy her at her every whim.

Most nights, Vaulix would stay with her, helping her out in one way or another every time she felt a swell of desire deep within her; that was what she'd grown used to, so having him away was quite a hurdle for her to overcome. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't thought this far ahead when celebrating the departure of her husband, but now she was regretting letting him go.

The desire had come and gone, getting more powerful each time she tried to ignore it until she decided it was time to do something about it. She knew that only a body-rocking, powerful orgasm could satisfy her enough to sleep; without it, she'd jut build in desire until she was aching or cramping.

She tossed her sheets off to the side, threw her book into her dresser, made her bed, and got into her blue gossamer night gown. No panties on underneath, so anyone who set their gaze upon her could see the glistening of her pink-fleshed loins. "Good, let them look." She said to herself as she stormed out of her room, the short skirt of the night gown barely covering her. "Maybe someone will offer to help me out with this."

The Princess paced up and down the halls, contemplating visiting the throne room to have one of the Royal Guard try his cock at satisfying her, but after what she did earlier with the noble couple, she really didn't want to go back there. Instead, she headed towards the stables, passing it to get to the corner of the castle dedicated to science and engineering. From ground level, there was a forge below and a potions lab above, both occupied with the likes of dragons she knew would be able to help her.

She decided to go down to the forge, first. First, because she knew that there wasn't likely to be much any one person could do to tame her beastly lust.

Down the spiral staircase she went, noticing how hot it got after going down just a few steps. A deep orange glow was coming from below, telling her that the forge was still active; this meant that she was likely to find someone working it, and she hoped it was Nantangitan: the buff and strong dragon known as Nantang that had escaped Untheria years before to get away from the war. He was very thickly built, with brown leathery skin and scales all over his body and a leather sleeve over his right arm at all times. He wore only a loincloth aside from the sleeve, as he felt it was better for the work he did building weapons and armor for the military.

Talba composed herself to get proper posture before taking the final few steps down to the blacksmith's room. Next to the forge, laying on his back on an anvil, lay Nantang illuminated by the orange glow of the nearby embers. His one hand was on his belly, and his loincloth barely covered the bulge of his sheath and balls, which were hyper-sized compared to him. Perfect for Talba this night.

She leaned against the door frame, only to realize just how hot the room felt; it was like she was in an oven, but it wasn't so hot a simple spell couldn't cool the air immediately around her, creating a mist that fell around her body like a dress. Sensing that maybe that would look nicer than her gossamer blue night gown, she slipped out of her clothes and tossed them up the stairs, waiting for Nantang to wake from his slumber.

"Hello princess." He mumbled as he rubbed some sleep from his eyes, pulling himself into a sitting position. As he moved, the bulge under his loincloth grew, so he positioned himself in a way hat it wasn't obvious but he also wasn't hiding it, with legs spread and his tool resting heavy on the hot metal of the anvil. "What brings you to my region of the castle?"

Talba kept the spell going, releasing a billowing sheet of mist off her body so that he could barely see her through it all. "A princess has needs, you know. You're the biggest dragon around and I've been thinking about you all afternoon." She stepped up onto the anvil with her foot talon right in front of him, two claws spread to cradle his cock tip; while there, she peeked under his loin cloth to get a better look at him, all while posing herself so that her crotch was at his face height but just barely out of sight due to her thigh, encouraging him to work for the view. "So tell me, what kind of tools have you got down here? What are you working with?"

Nantang peeled his loin cloth back fully before easing backwards to get her a better look. He was impressed she was able to withstand the intense heat of the forge, and opted to use that to tease her a bit. "Well, I've got some pretty big hammers, if that's what you're looking for."

"It very well may be. Is there a chance I could get a personal demonstration?" She halted the spell that kept the air cold around her, allowing the steam to dissipate and reveal her body to him, including her glistening pink pussy lips. Replacing the mist came a billowing cloud of her estrus scent, the heat of the room helping it to spread and envelop them both. "My husband is away for a while and I could really use some companionship in his wake." She stepped back, returning to the doorway while never taking her eyes off him, the orange glow of the forge highlighting her every feather and hair.

He grinned and stood up, the bulge of his member growing even more distinct under his loin cloth. "Come here, and I'll be glad to show you what I can do, if that's really what you want. You sure your husband is okay with that, though? He's one drake I don't want to piss off."

Talba stepped up close to him, a full head taller than he as she pressed her body against his, the bulge of his member nestled in tight between her upper thighs. She wrapped one hand around his hip and grinded up against him, rubbing the moisture of her arousal all over his single garment as she whispered in his ear. "You were his idea. After your tryst with him, he told me that if I ever needed to find someone in his absence, you were the best bet. So keep that in mind." Her loins winked at him, spewing a tiny stream of her arousal on his loin cloth that evaporated within seconds, the resulting steam further enhancing the aroma of her estrus in the room. "So come to my chambers and I'll make you feel like a king."

As she turned to walk away, he reached out and grabbed her hand to keep her from leaving as he eased himself back down onto the anvil next to the forge. "Why not stay here, it's pretty hot." He paused to sniff the air, grinning a toothy grin. "And the atmosphere is right."

She stepped over him, pressing her groin to his chest before bringing one foot talon up onto his shoulder, forcing him onto his back. She reached down to expose his member, peeling back the skin to see the moisture of his arousal evaporating into steam. "Well, you say that now..." she started, then squatted down, aiming his member into her so that her lips swallowed him right down to the base; her loins squeezed once before she stood back up, his flesh tugging on hers before popping out with a juicy squelch. The thin film of her arousal soaked his member from tip to base, but was evaporating quick, leaving him dry once again. "But I really don't think this is the right place. Come on."

Nantang watched helplessly as she turned and walked back to the stairwell, every step an accentuated sway of her hips highlighted by the orange glow of the forge. There was no way he could resist an invitation like that, especially not after feeling how supple and tender she felt past her lips; far nicer than other dragons, in his experience.

He wasted no time flipping the switches needed to minimize the forge before joining her back up the stairs, his face at her rump level as she was about a half dozen steps ahead of her. She was putting her blue gossamer night gown back on, but he could see right through it to her pert pucker and moist lips, an image to die for.

Talba was quite pleased with herself, having not flirted like that in years. Normally, she just snapped her fingers and people would fight amongst themselves just to get a go at her, but this time she got more out of earning it, and she felt she had done well. The pride swelled in her as her sensual desires throbbed, light nightgown waving around her body as she took long strides with Nantang behind her.

No words were spoken as they hurriedly made their way down the halls and back to her chambers, so when she invited him in, she had to struggle to not just command him to go in first. In fact, she had to usher him in with a guiding hand before slipping in after him and locking the door.

"You're being awfully coy for a princess that says she has nothing to hide. Are you sure Vaulix is okay with this?" He wasn't cautious or nervous, as that wasn't his type, but he was calmly wondering aloud about what was going on here, as she was a princess and he was a blacksmith. In all, the idea that he was being naughty with someone of the highest order was even more of a turn on.

"Why are you so worried?" She asked, stepping up to him as she wrapped one leg around him, grinding her hips to his as she grabbed his chin and plucked at his snout with her beak. "If he walked in right now, you know what he would do? He'd smile, grab a drink, and go sit at that chair over there and watch. You know why? Because he knows he gets me when you're done with me no matter what."

That seemed reasonable to him, so he growled and nipped back at her, one hand reaching around to grip at the base of her tail as he started grinding. "Well, if you're sure, then what are we waiting for?"

"Exactly." She concurred, nibbling at his neck one last time before turning and pulling him to the bed with her, tossing her night gown to the floor. She leaned over the side of the bed, one leg up and tail raised high to exposed her lightly gaped nethers, a silken light fleshy pink on the outside and vibrant ruby red on the inside, all soaked and dripping with her arousal. "So don't make me wait, Nan, my body is aching for a drake like you and I can't hold myself off any longer."

Nantang raised an eyebrow and shrugged before leaning into her, getting down onto one knee to bury his snout up under her tail, nuzzling into her with such force he lifted her hind end off the bed as his tongue probed deep. He bobbed his neck back and forth, grinding his lips to hers in between idle pecks and nibbles at her clit. The deep rumbling growl that came from deep within him reverberated under her tail as plumes of smoke billowed up on either side, accenting her groans and grunts as she pushed back, grinding her hips as hard as she could.

The sensations of having his lips against hers was nice, but she wanted more, she wanted to feel him inside. Still, she couldn't help but shudder in delight as he took her meaty clit between his teeth and tugged, the intense sensation tricking a gushing eruption of pleasure from her all over his muzzle, the milky yellow slime dribbling over either side and splashing on his chest.

Such sudden gushing of her fluids might have been a little much for some, but Nantang simply licked up what he could and smeared the rest in until it was nearly gone, coating him in the intense scent of her arousal. "Well, for a princess you're pretty juicy." He commented before giving her one last lick up her slit and eventually pecking her on the tail hole.

"Why does being a princess have anything to do with it?" She asked, glancing back as she crawled forth on the bed away from him, eventually coming to lay on her side with one leg up. "I can be just as kinky as you, I just shouldn't show it in public or people might respect me less; isn't that the same for anyone, though?" Her clit winked at him, gaping her pussy open and pushing out the air all at once as her body shuddered in desire. "Oh skies above, just mate me, would you?"

He saluted her as he got up onto the bed next to her, straddling her thigh, wings spread out behind him. "Yes, of course, Princess Talba." He said with conviction as he grabbed his member and rubbed the tip against her moist, tender lips. Rather than sink himself in, he teased her, rubbing himself up and down her slit to prod at her clit and rump hole before making his next move. It wasn't until she flashed him an intense look with those emerald green eyes that told him to stop holding back that he leaned into her, finding her passage and sinking himself in again all the way to the hilt in one go.

Nantang was shocked to notice that, while her flesh was soft and supple, like silk and velvet, it was her temperature that was most welcoming. Unlike most of his partners, her temperature was hot, akin to the forge he spent his days rather than simply warm or even cold for other reptilians. This snug heat mixed with the gentle twitches of her muscles around him felt astounding to him, so much so that he couldn't help but lean over her as he started to gently grind his hips into her.

Talba grabbed at her blankets and sheets as she glanced back at him, a desperate need in her eyes. "You know, I may be a princess but I'm also part mare; you can be rough with me if you'd like." She suggested, a subtle meekness in her voice as she tensed up her loins, pussy constricting around his length in waves, each going inward as if sucking his seed from their source in his massive balls.

Though he liked the idea of being rough, Nantang wasn't one to pump and leave, so he grinned with confidence as he used his whole body to gently pump his member in and out of her, entire length of his spine moving in waves while tensing his hips and feeling his member swell against her flesh. "I know, but there's really no reason to not treat you with respect." He assured her, still deeply shocked at the temperature of her sex as it gripped him firmly, almost refusing to let go.

In response to his gentle, rhythmic motions, Talba only gasped and whimpered and chirped at him, mane slowly getting ragged and messy while she matched his motions, gyrating her hips.

They remained in that position, thrusting and gyrating as his member eased in and out amidst a series of gentle squelches and squirts of her fluid down his length and into a tiny wet spot on the bed. Talba was pleased and content at Nantang's girth, but she wanted more vigor from him; she knew from what Vaulix had said that he could get rough, and that's what attracted her to him in the first place! With that in mind, she grunted and clenched her walls around him as tight as she could while biting and clawing at her bed sheets.

When she finished constricting him, she looked up with the cutest, neediest eyes she could muster. "You know, Nan, I have to say that this feels great, but I want you to know that I'm not dainty, I'm not super tight, and I'm not gonna hurt myself. I'd really prefer it if you went harder, like as hard as you can. I don't love you, I'm not making love to you, I want you to fuck me hard and deep and I want to walk bow-legged when I wake up in the morning. Can you do that for me?" She gape grinned at him, eyes squinted in a cute smile.

Nantang paused for a moment, resting his cock inside her as deep as it would go. "I'm not sure how to respond to that, Princess." He confessed. "If I hurt you, I doubt the guards would be kind to me. Are you sure you want me to do that?"

She closed her beak and slowly nodded, trilling as her clit winked at him, sex caressing him in waves as her velvet lipped opening suckled his member and held him in place. "Please do; the night can only last so long and I'd love for you to enjoy every moment of it. Believe it or not, I can handle everything you have to offer and more."

"Is that a challenge?" He asked, chuckling lightly to himself.

"Maybe it is, Nan." She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs with him still deep inside her, rubbing her clit with one hand and wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock with the other. "So why don't you get to work? Prove me wrong."

Nantang shrugged and shuffled forward so that he was pressed hip to thigh against her, the very tip of his cock prodding at her lightly gaped cervix. "If you say so, Princess." He warned before tensing up his thighs, cock swelling and pressing out against her walls. He started slow, gently pumping himself from tip to base through her lips, relishing her rhythmic constrictions upon every pull-out. Once he'd grown comfortable, knowing how deep and how hard he could go, he picked up the pace.

"There we go, Nan!" Talba encouraged him, relaxing as she laid on her back and lifted both of her talons to rest on his shoulders. "But don't stop, because now I want even more."

The dragon let his chest puff out as he grabbed onto each of her thighs near the hips, using that for added leverage before he slammed as as hard and deep as he could into her, loins splashing their combined arousal out over his belly. She gasped silently, beak agape and hands grasping at her sheets, clit winking and spurting thin, silken strands of creamy arousal over his shaft to pool on his balls. The added warmth and moisture incited him to thrust with more vigor, bucking wildly into her until she let out a lengthy trill, her whole body shuddering and twitching against him. In wake of this, he slowed his pace and relaxed a bit while still gyrating his hips to pump his member in her.

"More." She insisted between ragged breaths. "Don't stop!"

Music to his ears, for sure, since he wasn't yet done. With that in mind, he pushed her ankles off his shoulders and flipped her over onto her side, hoisting her up by the waist to get her on all fours without ever letting his member slip out of her. With her in a new position, he grabbed at the base of her tail and leaned over her, bucking his hips and thrusting as deep and strong as he could, starting slow but quickly working his way up to a fervent pace as she huffed and chirped at him.

His vigor never let up for the better part of half an hour of steady, powerful thrusts, yet he was shocked that her loins never grew dry or tacky like some women after a lengthy session without any recovery time. Usually he would have a quick go, get them tender, then pull out and use his fingers or tongue, but every time he slowed and went to pull out, Talba grabbed his balls and told him to not dare give up on her. For the entire duration of their session, she twitched and squeezed and winked and chirped and shuddered in delight, constantly feeling her orgasmic pleasure.

Then, as he was just about to increase his vigor to maybe finish himself up, she got up and leaned into him, forcing him onto his back with her sitting on him. There, she straddled his hips and spun around so she was facing him, careful to not let her toe claws puncture his wings on the bed. "You have done well, Nan." She gasped in between whimpers of pleasure. "So as a reward it's your turn now." As she spoke, she was gyrating her hips and squatting repeatedly, slamming her loins down on him with vigor to match his. The princess leaned over him and pressed her palms to his chest, bouncing on his cock with every squat, her loins clenched as tight as they could to to give him a complete and thorough massage.

Nantang had been well composed up to that point, enjoying a lengthy yet intense session in multiple positions, but Talba's bouncing was proving to be too much for him to resist. The tightness, the heat, and the supple sensation of her ruby red walls stroking him quickly brought him near his climax; he, too, was finding himself grasping at the sheets as he clenched his rump muscles to lightly raise his cock up into her. Before long, he grabbed her around the hips and held her down, growling while smoke billowed up out of his snout and his teeth bared in a hiss of pleasure.

With her grinding her hips down on him, he finally relaxed enough to let the pleasure overwhelm him. His toes curled and his fingers dug into her hips as he felt his balls constrict, pumping a massive load of his seed to deep within her, filling her womb and pussy with his essence. His cock twitched and pulsated in delight, each of his ridges splaying out to tug on her tender flesh while more and more pumps of his seed were squeezed into her.

She sat down as low and heavy as she could, lips squeezing around his base and clit winking as she got in close to his face, beak to snout. "Now that's more like it." She whispered to him before tensing up her leg muscles and pulling herself off his thick shaft. The moment his member popped out of her and flopped on his belly in a puddle of combined fluids, she flopped onto her back with legs spread and pussy gaping wide open, cum pouring out of her to soak into her tail and bed sheets. "Yeah, that's more like it. That'll do for now. You can stick around if you want, or you can go back to your forge, Either way is good for-"

Nantang cut her off by flipping over and grabbing both of her knees from behind, licking her gaping cunt clean of any and all mess he left, tongue lashing at her folds and lips suckling at her depths to get every last bit out of her. Though he was still a little hazy from his recent and intense climax, he remained a gentleman drake, eager to please the princess after how rough he'd gotten with her.

To his delight, Talba's body shuddered and her spine twitched every time he nuzzled or licked her clit, a gentle trill escaping her beak to accent every movement. This urged him to give her a gentle peck with his lips, tugging on her one last time after finally cleaning her up.

Having melted at his persistent touch, Talba was finally able to take in one shuddering breath and roll over onto her side, waving a hand in the air to magically extinguish the candles in her room. "Okay, Nan, it's time for sleep now." She rolled away from him and nestled up on her pillow, tail flicking behind her as she curled her knees up to her chest, finally satisfied.

Though he'd been given an ideal opportunity to cut and run - the dream for most males - he instead rolled up next to her and wrapped his arm around her, lightly growling in her ear. "I'm far more comfortable here, Princess. I hope you don't mind."

"I do not, just don't get too attached, I'm taken."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Vaulix is a lucky drake."

Talba trilled gently and reached back to caress Nantang's cheek. "Thanks for that. I'll be sure to let him know you feel that way; maybe next time you can join us, but for now I really need to sleep. That was the seventh through twelfth orgasm I've had today and I'm feeling a little weak."

He blinked, astounded not only that she'd been so active before him, but that he'd given her half of the day's climaxes on his own! That pride helped him to relax as he nestled up behind the princess, happy with what he had done for her. Within minutes, she was already asleep in his arms.

Talba tossed and turned in her sleep as her dreams kept her from enjoying her slumber. In them, she found herself in a position where her untamed estrus reverted her back into a feral. She sprouted wings, had her body transform into a quadruped, and she lost control of all her thoughts, a slave to her carnal desires. In her dream, she was so dedicated to mating that she went through every creature that resided in her stables one at a time, only to start over at the front of the line once every stallion and drake had recuperated, a never-ending cycle of courting and mating.

One after another, a stallion or dragon or hippogryph or gryphon would take her, ramming their cocks into her, ejaculating after only a few thrusts, then move out of the way for the next male. When she tried to pull away, to put an end to it, she found she was trapped with her neck and wrists in a wooden block, her body hoisted up by an artificial mare, a tight tape around the base of her tail to ensure no hairs got in the way.

After her stables had been drained of seed, each of her Royal Guard had a turn, then the commoners of her city, then the nobles, and back to the knights and warriors before having each of her livestock have yet another go.

The images of being trapped and bred one after another until her cunt was left gaping and her womb a sloppy, weak bag of flesh while her cervix was broken and left open were that of horror, but the longer she dreamt about it, the more she came to accept that it just might be who she is. Not a whore, but definitely promiscuous while in heat. One thing she knew about self image and pride was that it was better to learn one's strengths and weaknesses and embrace them than try to hide them. It was more important to understand and respect oneself before trying to judge or rule another.

Since she was going to be queen, this self taught lesson was exceptionally poignant.

Her dream ended as a massive dragon landed above her, with a cock as long as her torso and a knot wider than her hips. She should have been scared, since this would have been a nightmare to most, but she chirped and lifted her tail eager for more, at least until the dragon pinned her down and pressed himself up to her, wiggling until every bit of him - knot and all - popped into her.

The sudden jolt brought her back to her room, where her keen eyes saw Nantangitan next to her in the bed. He wasn't Vaulix, but he was a sweet dragon who was not only compassionate but vigorous in his mating habits. Definitely a dragon worth keeping close to her chambers when Vaulix was out.

She tore her sheets off and tiptoed across her room, cringing as she came to realize that her needs had returned. Night was still blanketing the land as the cool blue light of the moon shone in through her windows, but she was wide awake and starting to feel like she needed another round if she was going to settle back down to sleep.

"Really, girl?" Talba said to herself, voice echoing in her room despite her whispering. "Didn't you just have a satisfying encounter? Wasn't that enough?" She slipped a couple of fingers in herself, rubbing them together in the viscous arousal she'd secreted before pulling out and holding her hand up to her face. The strands of her lubricant glowed in the moonlight, so she licked her fingers off and decided it was time to go and finish up what she started with that raptor from before.

Princess Talba didn't even bother putting clothes on this time, she just slipped out of her room and stumbled into her opposite wall, suddenly tired and disoriented from what she presumed was dehydration thanks to how much she was leaking from her sex.

When she glanced back, she couldn't see the door to her room, something she took to mean she must have already stepped far enough from it. This was even more disorienting, but she didn't let it distract her from her quest. She had a destination and a journey to get there, she wasn't going to let the fact that it felt like the hallway was infinitely long stop her, no matter how much she had to squint!

Somehow, after what felt like hours, she finally made it to the throne room, naked as the day she hatched and dripping arousal all over the red and gold carpet. Luckily, there were no Royal Guard in the room, so she didn't need to worry about that.

Down the stairs and past the thrones, she ended up at the door that led to the dungeons below, only it felt like she instantly went from the throne room to the dungeon without any of the winding hallways or doors that she'd normally have to go through. She shrugged this off, attributing it to her being tired and disoriented from her estrus hallucinations, even though she hadn't coined the term 'estrus hallucinations' until that very moment.

After stumbling her way over to Mobius' cell, she waved a hand over the lock and let herself in, slipping past the bars to lock the door behind her. "H-hey, Mobius, are you awake?" She asked, blinking her eyes until they adjusted to the dark. As her genetics included owls, she had impeccable night vision most of the time. She saw him laying on the cell bed, tail curled up around him and head on the pillow. "Get up, come on buddy, we've got some stuffing to do."

He stirred in place, rubbing his eyes lightly as Talba knelt over him. "What? Princess Talba? Is that you?" Mobius was pretty sure he saw what he saw, but couldn't get over the fact that he was being roused from slumber by a princess sitting at the end of his bed.

"We're not done from before." She informed him, stroking his shoulder all the way down to the base of his tail. "You started with me, but I need more. I need all of you. Can you do that?" She used her other hand to cup her loins, slipping fingers into herself while rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Mobius pulled himself up into a sitting position and rubbed his eyes again, the dim light of his cell only allowing him to see her silhouette and the glisten reflecting off her plump lips. "S-sure, I suppose it would be disrespectful for me to not do that, right? So, uh, how do we start?" He blew his warm breath into his palms and rubbed his hands together in anticipation, his groin swelling.

Talba chirped at him and sidled over to the side, one knee up to lean against the stone wall and the other leg hanging off the end of the cot, thighs parted and pussy spread before him. "I think you can use your imagination, can't you? I mean, I definitely get the impression you had a specific idea in mind before while you were muzzle deep in me." The Princess used two fingers from each hand to spread her lips wide, gaping her open to form a cave from lips to open cervix, the warmth of her depths steaming upwards and filling the cell with her scent.

While still confused about the whole situation and taken aback by the sudden arrival of Princess Talba, Mobius felt it best to go ahead and finish what he started. The raptor began be crawling up towards her on all fours, sniffing deep to take in her scent as he placed his palm on her bulbous clit, relishing her body heat as he gave her a gentle rub. He slid his fingers and hand up and down her open slit, soaking himself to the wrist before forming a beak with his extended fingers and easing himself into her with ease.

Princess Talba observed the look on his face, noting it was that of shock and pleasure as her folds swallowed him up, squeezing around his wrist and holding him in place while Talba release her grip with her fingers, walls collapsing with a wet slap. "Hnnnngph! Yes, that's a good start, now go ahead and don't stop until I say stop." She commanded, spreading her legs more and relaxing as best she could. The instinct to clench down and feel him pumping in and out of her was intense, but she had a far thicker plot for him.

"Is this good?" Mobius asked, gulping heavily as he leaned in, burying his arm to the elbow in her pussy while his bicep flexed and massaged her clit.

In response, she chirped and writhed on the cot a bit, free hand reaching down to grab his other hand and guide it to her plump, peach lips. "It's a good start, yeah. You know what you want to do, I can feel it in your mind. You know that fantasy you've been wanting to do for years but never had a partner to help you indulge? Well, tonight I am that partner."

He gulped, expression freezing in place as he whimpered a bit. "That? Are you sure, Princess?"

"I am sure. Stop talking and stop asking questions, and just do it. If you hurt me or I change my mind, I'll yank on your tail, but please...stuff as much of yourself in me as you can; no limits." She cradled his chin with her fingers and laid back, head draped upside down over the edge of the cot while her legs were still spread far apart, her loins relaxed and loose for his exploration.

Mobius held reservations about doing what it was he wanted to do, but he couldn't deny the Princess herself, and she was right about him fantasizing but never being able to indulge. Having been given her enthusiastic endorsement, he pulled his first hand out and used the viscous arousal he'd collected from her slick walls to soak his other arm as well, rubbing up and down the forearm and rolling the mass of it between his hands. Once he'd given himself a slick sheen of her lubricant, he flattened all of his fingers on both hands in a prayer position and slipped both arms up to the elbow into her, pumping gently as the taper between his limbs gaped her open and her loins sucked in a deep breath of air in a guttural squelch.

"You've got it, Mobius." She encouraged as her toe talons curled at the bed sheets, clawing them up as her body lifted up off the cot, grinding down against his snout.

He gulped again, but the image of Talba's writhing body and the warmth of her sex smothering him to the elbows was enough to intoxicate him, removing all inhibitions. His cock was out and hard, but he was focused more on pleasuring the queen, knowing that he would be granted endless pleasure for the duration of his encounter with her.

After repositioning himself against her raised body and the upward-angled birth canal that he was pumping in and out of, he nuzzled his snout up between his biceps and leaned into her. Despite the fact that Talba had so vigorously insisted he do this, he was still shocked when her malleable pussy lips stretched and distended around him, her hips widening as her clit slid over the crest of his snout and her peach vulva smothered his eyes, blinding him. Surprised but not disappointed, he leaned in again, and this time he felt his hands slide through a tight passage ahead of him at the same time her walls gulped past his shoulders, dulling his sense of hearing while her canal pulsed and twitched around him.

Talba's body was writhing like a snake as she felt his upper body dive into her, clit winking and walls oozing so much of her lubricants that she could hear and feel a gurgle in her womb through her abdominal wall. Part of her was as shocked as he that this actually worked, but like him she went ahead with it and pushed down on him, angling her sex downwards as she let gravity do some of the work. Her entire body slid down to envelop and swallow him in one lurch as she sat on him, leaving only his tail and legs sticking out as his head, shoulders, arms, and upper torso formed a clear bulge in her belly.

Inside, Mobius nuzzled and pressed his snout against her constricting walls, hands pressing out against the end of her womb while his elbows spread out and pulled the rest of himself into her. His tail was flailing outside of her, but he was so warm and cozy and comfortable inside that he didn't even think about breathing or worrying about anything like that. He simply let it happen when he felt her whole body shift so that his head was aiming down and her foot was pressed up against the base of his tail, pushing against him with surprising force. As the blood rushed to his head, he slowly faded.

"Dammit, get in me!" Talba said as she flopped off the side of the cot with her rump up on the mattress and her shoulders on the cold, stony floor. Her legs were spread and her loins were both loose and relaxed as her heel pressed tight against Mobius, yet his hips just wouldn't pass through hers!

With one powerful lurch of strength using both feet and one hand, she forced the raptor's wide berth of his hips to lurch through her, forcing his head to curl up in her womb and his body to slide deeper, leaving only his long tail, hind feet, and a gaping chasm between her lips between her legs. Satisfied, she took in a few long, deep breaths before clenching down, squeezing all three of his limbs together with inward contractions, effectively swallowing him one bit at a time as she felt his form pass through her cervix and curl into her womb, giving her a massive belly bump and a lengthy raptor tail sticking out of her.

Since she was too tired to go any farther with this, was plenty satisfied with how stuffed she felt, and didn't figure he would mind either, she flopped up onto the cot and curled up in the hatching position, wrapped around her pregnant-looking belly with a lightly wagging raptor tail sticking out her sex, its motions constantly pleasuring her both in her canal and against her engorged clit.

That was the last thing she remembered before everything went black and she let sleep take her.

Upon awakening the following morning, she found that she was still in her bed but Nantangitan had disappeared. Memories of returning to the dungeon bubbled up in her mind, yet when she looked down over her body she had found that she wasn't bulbous like a pregnant mare, and there was no tail poking out from between her legs.

Her immediate thought was that she had dreamt the whole thing, but she very distinctly remembered so much of what had happened, and when she uncovered her body from under her sheets she could see the tell-tale scraps and claw marks on her inner thigh of a raptor burrowing into her. This would have been distressing, but after pressing down on her belly to make sure nothing was inside her, she knew that all had corrected itself.

However, that didn't change the fact that she distinctly remembered having herself get so worked up that she reverted back to a feral form and let herself get mounted by all her people, and her steeds. Or was that a dream? She couldn't remember, given the vivid nature of the memory, and that threw everything into question about the night prior. Had she even met with Nantang? Had she followed up with time along with Mobius? Was she suffering through estrus-induced hallucinations?

She didn't know. She couldn't know. But that didn't change the fact that her nether region remained engorged, her clit swollen, and her depths still leaking with her fluids. After using a few simple cure spells on her inner thighs to repair the claw marks there, she got up and put on a house coat to cover her body, one made of pink and gold that was partially see-through. While she was definitely slutty and coming to terms with her promiscuity, she still grabbed some panties to cover up her loins; much as she knew she possessed the assets to share, she didn't need everyone gawking.

Talba found herself growing increasingly worried about her mental state, a concern she stewed upon as she slipped out of her bedroom and quickly made her way down the halls towards the tower that housed the castle's potion master, Dolus. In her many years, she had grown accustomed to powerful desires brought on by her heat cycle, but ever since she had matured, she had Vaulix to take care of her and he never refused her needs. As such, she would let the desires build up, they would mate, and she would return to normal for at least a half day. Not so without him there.

Her plan, in the wake of this intense need, was to see if Dolus could maybe brew her up a potion that could suppress her urges at least until Vaulix returned. Not a perfect plan, but definitely better than just lifting her tail to any partner that showed interest. Horny or not, that was definitely not appropriate for a princess. She knew it, her Royal Guard knew it, and Vaulix knew it too.

No matter how confident she'd psyched herself up to be, she knew deep in her heart that her legacy would be that of a whore queen. It had happened to her ancestors, every other generation of the family, and according to the pattern it was her turn. She wanted to resist it, to rise above her carnal needs, but that animalistic part of her brain was whispering in her ear, telling her to give in and let it happen. Her feral mindset was taking over the more she let her estrus control her, and it was telling her to take on all the seed she could until she had a clutch of her own. Only then would she be worthy of the status of queen.

"Gah, stop it, brain. I'm not a brood mare!" She growled at herself.

"Yes you are, and if you had it your way, you'd be full of stallion seed right now, you filthy, slutty whore queen." She countered, hissing under her breath.

"No, I will not be like my grandmother. I love Vaulix and-"

She cut herself off, chuckling. "And Nan, and Mobius, and Rick, and Vasmeth, and Ceylon, and Ilorek, and Rannik, and every other stallion or drake that has had you. Don't lie to yourself, Talba, being a slut is in your blood. Your equine and avian lineage saw to that, you will always be a slave to your desires; give in, and you'll be far happier. I promise."

Frustrated at her own inner dialogue, she slammed her fist against the wall of the tower, growling at herself to cut it out. "No. I am a princess. I will be queen. I have dignity and the love of my people, I don't need to spread my legs to make them love me."

"You don't need to, but it certainly makes things easier, doesn't it? Isn't that what love means? How else will you foster loyalty and camaraderie if not by sharing your bed with those in power? You're not that smart, Talba, despite how good you are with magic. No matter how well laid your plans, you will always be a slave to your feral instincts, and that will never go away."

Throughout her conversation with her slutty and innocent sides, she found she had scaled the tower and was now at the door to the lab on the top three floors, where she would meet Dolus. In fact, she was so caught up with her self-dialogue that she completely forgot that she was wearing a see-through house coat and frilly, partially transparent panties that were already soaked in her arousal.

The princess didn't knock; this was her castle and she'd go wherever she wanted!

She pushed in through the door to see a large, quadruped dragon dutifully organizing books and shuffling potion vials down aisles of shelves, completely unaware of her presence as he sang to himself. The room was divided into two halves, one open with lab tables and testing equipment, the other with the shelves and books and drawers that housed more potion vials. Though she couldn't see it, the next floor up was a testing facility, with experimentation tables and all sorts of mad scientist stuff for Nalothisal to fool around with while Dolus focused on the lowest level. The top level had a telescope and an astronomy lab with a glorious observation deck perfect for watching the night sky.

Talba didn't care about any of that. She was more interested in magic than the stars.

Since Dolus hadn't noticed her yet, she leaned against one of the tables and waited for him to look back, trying to look busy while accidentally looking sexy. Dolus was a large green dragon, quadruped with three brightly colored frills running down his spine and a gold medallion on his chest. When he finally did turn and get a look at her, she was reminded that she was basically naked.

Dolus's throat clenched as he squeaked to silence, dropping the vial of potion he held in his hand to the ground, the glass shattering as the potion splashed everywhere and immediately began evaporating into the air. "P-princess Talba?" He squeaked, whimpering as he reached down to pick up the glass shards that he'd dropped.

Talba's mind quickly returned to her nude presentation before she shook it off and extended a hand, conjuring up some physical magic to collect the glass and remotely deposit it in a trash bin. "Yeah, it's me. Sorry about my sudden appearance, but I really need your help. Over the past couple days I've been utterly insatiable, and I'm beginning to think that it might impact my position as Princess. Is there anything you can do to help me?"

He nervously glanced up and down her body before reaching out to grab a clipboard and a pencil. "Insatiable, you say? How so? How long has this been going on, how hungry are you, and have you been relieving yourself regularly?" His questions were a little peculiar and quite clinical in nature.

She wanted to be as honest as she could with him, so she answered honestly. "Well, it happens every heat cycle since I matured into a hen, but this bout has only been since Vaulix left yesterday. I'd say I'm pretty hungry, can't get enough seed in me. Just when I've stuffed myself full, I'm already desiring more in me within the hour, every time. Sometimes my belly bloats with how much I need to fill me, but that doesn't stop me from wanting more. As such, I've had to relieve myself a minimum of every hour on the hour of my waking day. I tell you, though, masturbating that often can really dehydrate you. I've been developing a bit of a headache already this morning."

Dolus' frills twitched in confusion, fervently scribbling notes as she spoke. "Why are you masturbating instead of eating? That's not the way to satisfy your hunger, you know."

"It is when my hunger is for cock. What, did you think I had an eating disorder?"

His eyes went wide and his lips pursed shut, every frill ridge pressed flat to his spine. It was like he'd been surprised with a flare, a flash bang of magic that froze him solid. After gulping and whimpering in embarrassment for a few minutes, he gulped and rubbed out his notes, not taking his eyes off her. "N-nooooo, you're gorgeous; what are you talking about with this eating disorder. Nope."

Talba found his bashfulness cute, but also indicative that he needed to get laid. A perfect opportunity for her to give a demonstration regardless of how slutty it made her look. Personal demons or not, she felt this was a justified use of her sexuality to help someone out. Plus her desires were peaking again and she could really use the release.

Given her position and desire to help, she leaned back on the lab table and undid her robe, revealing herself to him, soaked frilly panties and all. "Like I said, I'm talking about a different kind of hunger. Maybe if you saw for yourself you could properly take some notes, see if you've got a potion out back that could help curb my desires a bit. Satisfy me when the drakes of the land cannot. What say you, Dolus? Think you have what it takes to sate my hunger?"

Dolus stammered a bit as he shuffled from one hind leg to the other, expressing his discomfort at the question while still trying his best to be as upfront and professional as he could. He was in the presence of royalty, after all. "Well, I don't know, I think I'd need some more data before I really know for sure. I'd need to know your symptoms, a more detailed description of how it made you feel, and exactly what it was you hoped to get out of a solution. If you could provide me with that, I think we could definitely take the next steps in helping you take care of these urges."

She found it cute how insistent he seemed on avoiding what she was clearly proposing to him, so she played along a bit more. "Well, there's some localize swelling in my nether regions, accompanied by what appears to be a leak." She used her thumbs to slowly pull her panties down, exposing her peachy flesh and the thick puddle of her arousal that had pooled inside them. "I find that there's a deep, intense desire to apply pressure to the area, as if I would cramp if I didn't do so. I can almost feel my loins twisting in desire; do you think you have some localized swelling of your own? Maybe if you secrete some ointment, it will help to calm me."

Her innuendo couldn't be more obvious, and her display of her peachy nether lips was as enticing as could be, yet Dolus kept trying so very hard to remain professional in lieu of the growing bulge between his hind legs. "Well, I suppose I'd need a sample, wouldn't I?" He reached out to cradle her loins in his palm, only to have her lean into him and press herself down against his digits.

"Ooops." Talba cooed, faking innocence. "I suppose that means I'll have to do the same to you." She leaned into his touch and grabbed him by the wrist, holding his hand there as she grinded down on him. After she had soaked him with her fluids, she pulled her panties back up and got to her knees next to him, reaching up under her belly to caress and tickle at his belly scales, fingertips walking towards his genital slit.

Dolus froze in place, toes curling into the wood of the floor as his hand remained in front of his face, the aroma of her estrus wafting over him as he felt himself drop out of his slit. He had no words to speak at this time, as the only vocalizations to come out of his maw were light grunts and squeaks while she started to rub his length, coaxing him out.

"Seems you have some localized swelling as well. Yeah, I think that in the interest of science I'm going to have to take a bit of a sample." She cupped his cock tip in her palm and offered the faintest of licks before turning and getting back to her feet, returning to the lab table as she bent over it, tail up. She lightly eased her panties down past her thighs to expose her glistening lips, a trail of her arousal forming a silken strand from garment to flesh. "Well would you look at that, it appears I'm in the throes of another one of my episodes. Better get out the equipment to start treating it." She urged.

"You're right, Princess Talba. So if you don't mind, I'm going to collect some samples." He grabbed a vial and leaned into her, sliding the mouth of it up between her lips to collect a healthy dollop of the viscous fluid before corking it and slipping it into a potion stand. "And if you don't mind, I have to do some tests on it. Five senses, and all. First, a smell test." He pressed his snout up under her tail, sniffing gently before shuddering in delight. "Wonderful scent, for sure. Very sweet, a little earthy. I can see the fluid is clear and viscous, free of milkiness or opacity of any color. To the touch, it's incredibly viscous, and would make a perfect lubricant. Now, I need to taste, for posterity."

As he leaned in, tongue out to slide up her slit, Talba pulled up her panties and spun back around, smacking him across the muzzle with her tail. "Well I'm glad to hear that you are so thorough in your research, Dolus. However, I believe you have some science to conduct. I'll be in my chambers if you need me for further samples or perhaps a followup meeting." She turned and went to the door to the spiral staircase that would take her down the tower to the main floor.

He raised a hand with a single digit, as if to cut her off, but that was the hand that he'd gotten soaked in her arousal from before and waving it near his face was making his cock throb to full attention again. "Uh, okay then Princess. I'll get to work on the samples."

Talba was disappointed that she wasn't being forthright with him enough, so she stopped before she opened the door. "I'm sorry, was I not clear enough? I'm inviting you to my chambers to help me with my urges. I'm pretty sure that if you pursue a followup appointment, you'll get to utilize your own localized swelling to my affected areas, if you get my drift." She gape grinned at him and tied her house coat back up, mostly retaining her modesty before she grabbed the door handle and disappeared down the stairs. As she put some distance between herself and the laboratory, she called back up, "I insist you follow me, Dolus, before someone else gets a look and has a breakthrough!"

She didn't bother to wait for him, instead playing hard to get as she shuffled her way down the stairs. Above her, she could hear the scuttling of claws on wood followed by the rattling of glass vials as he hurried to put things away. Still, she kept hurriedly bounding down the stairs until she made it to the main floor, where she patiently waited for him.

A minute later, the large green dragon hopped down the last few steps and slipped out through the door next to her. When he saw she was waiting on the other side, leaning against the wall, he covered his face up, gently embarrassed at how eagerly he'd chased her.

"Took you long enough." Talba cooed at him, cradling his chin as she stepped away. "Please do keep up, the Guard might not appreciate you following me if it's not clear you're with me."

The Princess was right, of course, but that still made Dolus a little unease knowing that his position relative to her might incite defenses. In an effort to keep things as clear-cut as he could, he paced right next to her, head held high and tail swaying behind the both of them. Despite her being a biped and him being quadruped, he had a hard time keeping up with her as she led him through the halls to her chambers.

She pushed her door open and waved a hand for him, urging him to go on ahead of her. When he cautiously stepped inside, she slammed the door shut and locked it, ensuring none of her Royal Guard would interrupt.

Dolus stood in place with his tail down, too shy and meek to make any moves, but also curious enough to not want to leave as Talba walked over to her bed, magically removing her garments to toss them to the ground next to her as she flopped onto her bed, legs spread and knees up. Though the view was exquisite, Dolus was more impressed with her flawless use of physical magic. "You are quite the accomplished mage, especially with force magic. How long have you been practicing, and what are your limits? Have you ever been tested?"

Talba sighed and reached out between her legs to focus some of her magic on Dolus, drawing him in close to her so that he was within licking distance of her. "Dolus, dear, I fear you're focusing on the wrong things. Could you pay some attention to what's in front of you? I've felt your tools, and I'm eager to be tested upon."

He nervously scratched at his ear frills, glancing away as he blushed. "S-sorry about that, my Princess, I'm just very interested in the things you can do. As I'm sure you know physical magic like that - remote manipulation - is quite rare and requires years of practice to utilize, let alone master as you have. Forgive me if I'm impressed with your skills. As an example, you just conjured me from across the room, and it felt like I had no say in the matter! What else can you do?"

"Fine, you want to know what I can do with my magic? I'll show you, but when I'm done you better show me what you can do with your cock." She waved her hand in front of her, aiming it at Dolus as his slit was pried open by an invisible force, his cock being yanked out briskly as his natural lubricants splashed out onto the floor. "You like that?"

The dragon glanced around, checking to see what it was prodding at him until he remembered that Talba was using her physical magic to manipulate him. While he was naturally quite aroused by the physical sensations, he was mostly just impressed with how well she was manipulating him without harming him or being too rough. "I do, yes, I like how you use your magic, it's so effortless!"

Her eyes narrowed as she slowly shook her head. "You really are a dweeb, aren't you?"

"Th-that depends on what you mean by a dweeb, your highness." He responded, unable to take his eyes off her while her magic massaged him. "If it means shy and easily amused by magic, I suppose I am a dweeb, and am proud to admit it, just..." He paused, leaning forth into the cradling magic, rubbing against the invisible force that felt like a nice firm hand around him. "Just don't stop."

In response to his request, she denied him and immediately stopped. "I'm done with that, Dolus. I want you, now; if you want to feel the warmth of my flesh, you have to earn it. You have to want it. You have to take it. I didn't request your time just for fun, I invited you to my chambers because I know you have what it takes to satisfy me, and my husband is away for a while so you'll have to fill in for him." She laid back on her bed and kept her legs spread wide, exposing her glistening loins. "Come in."

Dolus gulped as he raised a single talon, lips pursed closed. "Are you sure? What if I-"

"I am sure, sire Dolus. I've seen and felt what you've got for equipment and it will be the best way to start my day. I can't have a meaningful, productive shift on the throne if I've not relieved myself, you understand? I'm putting it upon your wings to ensure that he kingdom is well represented today in the absence of the King and Queen." She slipped two fingers into herself, gently rubbing at the underside of her clit before easing into her depths and parting her lips, spreading them wide to show the bright red flesh of her inner walls before bringing her second hand up from under her thigh to gape herself open as far as she could go. "The gates are open, Dolus; it's time for you to invade."

The dragon felt like he could have sprung a nosebleed so powerful it would have shot him across the room as he stared into the ruby hued abyss, her walls pulsing and heaving with her every breath, constricting and dilating every few seconds as a viscous lubricant dribbled down the sides and out over her peach fleshed rump hole. Though he waited for mere seconds, surveying the land before diving in, it felt like he'd been lost in between her legs before shaking himself free of his trance.

In that moment, Dolus swelled with pride and hopped up onto the bed so that he was hovering over her, his front legs on either side of her head and cock throbbing to full size as it bobbed in place, the tip lightly resting on her belly. "For my Princess." He said to himself as he arched his back and stabbed at her loins, only to miss and slide up between her vulva and inner thigh. Undeterred, he tried again and prodded at her rump, missing by getting everywhere before she finally grabbed his cock tip and guided him to her sex.

"Don't be overzealous yet, Dolus. Find your mark, then get rough." The Princess instructed as she helped him with his final aiming thrust.

Dolus felt the heat of her pussy sliding over his cock tip, squeezing him tight and aiming him perfectly as he eased himself in, one ridge at a time. Even as a dragon himself, he was shocked to feel that Talba's flesh felt nearly hot to the touch, the heat creating a tingle along his length that seemed to make him hypersensitive beyond what he would normally come to expect. This pleasant added warmth urged him to dig his talons into the carpet and slam himself in as deep as he could go, his forming knot slapping against her pussy lips as his strength shifted the bed.

For a brief moment, Dolus was worried he'd offended the Princess by displacing her bed, but he was assured of his actions when Talba started stroking his frills, smiling up at him with her piercing emerald eyes as her talons lifted up and gently gripped at his upper thighs, claws digging into scales.

"Why'd you stop?" She cooed at him, gape-grinning as she bucked her own hips to grind her loins against his knot. "One thrust and you stop? What kind of dragon are you?"

"A c-considerate one?" He suggested as he looked down, noticing that his member had caused a visible bulge in her belly that distended her abdominal flesh so much that he could see the pink of her skin through the thinned out belly fur. "I mean, I'm shocked you can take me, I don't want to hurt you though. I'm still a dragon, no matter how meek I may seem."

She grabbed a hold of his horn with one hand and frills with the other, pulling his head in close so she could whisper in his ear. "That's why I chose you. I want you to be rough, I want you to mate with me as if I were a dragoness. You can't hurt me, at least not in a way that can't be healed. So go ahead, treat me as you would one of your kind! Please!" She pulled back and spread out her arms, long-haired golden mane splayed on the bed sheets around her. "Potion master, show me what you've got."

He cocked his head to the side, wondering if she knew what she was getting into with him. His first instinct was to ask again, to start slow, and ask for permission before every new move - she was a princess, after all - but after being told no less than a half dozen times to just go at it, do his worst, and be rough, he figured she'd be more upset by him being polite than him being aggressive. Though it took most of his willpower to do as commanded with little concern for her well-being, he found the courage to take her as he desired, but he still couldn't just buck wildly like a stallion.

After adjusting his footing, Dolus arched his back and pushed into her, grinding the lobes of his knot against her pussy lips as her clit winked and spewed a thin, silken strand of her ejaculate down to his belly scales from between the knot bulges. The added lubricant helped his member to glide effortlessly through her, allowing him to gradually increase his pace until he was slapping his knot against her with such ferocity that her bed was creaking and sliding the tiniest bit with every buck.

Princess Talba moaned loudly, arching her back and grasping at her bed sheets as she pushed back against him, tender pussy walls quivering and clit winking in delight every few thrusts. She trilled and shuddered, digging her claws into his hips and pulling him in as deep and as close as he could come given the angle. "Deeper." She demanded in between ragged breaths. "Harder!"

Dolus wasn't sure if he could go deeper, given the girth of his knot and her relative size, but that didn't stop him from rearing up and pushing as hard as he could, slamming into her with all his might. The bed creaked and shook with every aggressive thrust, but that didn't slow him done one bit, as he felt that the Princess' demands were more important than replaceable furniture.

Plus, he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. The supple, velvety flesh of her pussy walls and the heat that her body exuded were combining to bestow upon him the sort of pleasure that would have brought him to climax instantly had he buried his knot in her, which was something he aimed do do as quickly as possible. With every vigorous smash of their hips against one another, he felt her loins grow more loose, her lips swallowing up a little bit more of him until he felt the heat of their touch half way up his knot lobes.

"That's more like it!" She said, lower beak trembling and chattering as she gyrated her hips in time with his every buck, matching his motions and grinding up at him to ease more of him in every time. "Now force it in, I don't care how hard you have to push!"

Perhaps Dolus was caught up in the heat of the moment and the warmth of her flesh, but unlike prior commands he didn't even hesitate this time. He pumped into her once more, slamming his hips to hers and grinding as hard as he could. Her body didn't let him in, at least not at first, and his vigor served only to shift the bed in its place until he pressed his front talon down on her chest, pinning her down on her bed as he continued his assault on her pussy.

Slowly but gradually, Dolus grew increasingly aggressive, vigorous, and callous. He went from being a meek, shy dragon who just wanted to please his Princess to a sex-crazed drake in rut, mating with her as hard as his kind could offer. Time and again, he bucked and slammed into her, pausing at the top of every thrust to grind and gyrate his hips, eager to force himself into her and feel her lips swallow his cock at the same time he felt her cervix glide over his cock tip so he could deposit his seed directly into her womb. That was, for at least a few minutes, all he could think about.

Then, just as he was about to slow down and give up, absolutely certain that he wasn't going to be able to do it, he felt an awkward lurch as his cock twisted in place, rotating to best fit her loins before having her flesh extend and suck him up. In one brisk and unexpected jerking motion, her vulva swallowed him past the knot, wrapping tight around his cock base and pulling him deeper, forcing his tip into her womb as he'd hoped. Her walls constricted and held him in place, twitching and spurting fluids all over him as he felt his pleasure spike and hit his first climax within seconds!

Dolus growled as he bared his teeth, lips peeling back as his knot made its final expansion within her, the bulges pressing out against her hip bones to ensure there was no way he would pop out of her. Though he was clearly too big for her - as evidenced by the shifting bulge and belly bloat he could see in her abdoment - Dolus could still feel his cock shifting and sliding in place, rubbing against her walls and further pleasuring him as he felt the twitching and throbbing of not only himself but the steady beats of her heart.

This was all to accent the brisk, intermittent spurting of his own ejaculations into her depths.

The dragon drake was about to collapse on her, relishing their tie, when Talba used her magic on him to flip him over onto his back, slamming him down on her bed with The Princess straddling his hips. She brushed her mane to the side, smiling and chirping as she positioned herself with her ankles buried in between his inner thighs and her knees straddling his belly.

"Well, I knew you could do it, Dolus." She cooed at him, flexing her leg muscles to tug at his knot. "Now the real question is, how full can you make me before we part ways?"

Though Dolus was shocked and impressed by her display of physical magic once again, he found himself purring like a kitten, claws folded on his chest as he gyrated his hips into her. His pleasure had halted at the plateau of pleasure needed to climax, so his mind was somewhat scrambled as he spewed one shot after another deep into her, filling her with his silken draconic seed. The added pressure from her lips squeezing and tugging at the base milked him further, sucking a bit more of his essence from him with every squeeze.

She flopped down onto his chest, breathing deep with him as she used him as a bed, the two of them tied together in a glorious, carnal embrace and his hand on her hip to gently tease at the fur near the base of her tail. Neither of them said a word to the other, as they were able to silently enjoy their mutual company. Nearly a full hour passed without interruption, but they were eventually disturbed by a knock on the door from one of the royal guard.

"Princess? Are you available?" Rannik's voice called out.

"The throne room awaits your presence." Vasmeth pitched in.

Talba struggled to sit straight up, smiling down at Dolus with her emerald green eyes. "I guess this is where we part ways." She said to the dragon before calling out to the guards. "I'll be out in ten minutes!"

Dolus gulped, calmly holding back an onset panic. "T-ten minutes? There's no way I'll bedone by then! Dragons can knot for hours!"

She stroked his cheek and trilled at him, giving him one last squeeze to suck and hold his cock deep inside her. "I know that, sire. But I have duties to attend." She gave him a wink and pushed off his thighs with all her might, tugging so hard on his knot that she worried she'd pull him right out of his slit right then and there. To remedy this, she squeezed tight, constricting his knot just enough to have it pop out of her with an audible squelch followed by a gooey mess escaping her lips to soak his loins.

He whimpered and fell back flat on the bed, trembling a bit as his cock burst out of her, exiled to the cool air of her chambers rather than the hot wetness of her depths. His cock shaft remained in her, twitching and pumping the last of his seed into her as he regained his composure, grinning up at the princess. "S-so, did I do well?"

Talba's lustful look told him what he wanted to hear as she gave his cheek a gentle caress. "You've made my day, Dolus. Now, I have some business to attend to. Feel free to see yourself out when you regain control of your legs." The princess rolled off him and landed on the ground next to her bed, cum leaking from her loins as she disappeared into her personal bathroom, a slimy trail being left behind her.

Dolus felt like he should have left but couldn't get the strength to move - as expected - so he laid his head back on the bed and let himself enjoy an early morning nap while the Princess of Arrenthen bathed nearby.

And she thought she'd been blessed with a wonderful start to her day.