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It all started one spring morning as Rime Fang the Dragon was carelessly woken from his slumber by the sound of one hundred feet marching along the path above his cave. Waking up with a sullen, grumpy look upon one's face is not the best way to start the day, and that truth weight heavily upon Rime, as he was planning on sleeping until midday. Not a good idea to wake a sleeping dragon.

He deeply growled and licked his lips as he crawled from his nest, creeping across his home with his belly low to the ground as he tried his best to wait out the steady marching stomps of the boots. His intention was to simply let the sound dissipate so he could go back to bed, but the longer he waited, the louder and more aggressive the sounds became. Within minutes, dirt and dust from his ceiling was trickling down to coat him in a thin layer of dust and debris, meshing with his scales and fur.

The marching wasn't halting. He needed to address this.

Rime sighed heavily with a deep growl as he crawled his way out of the cave and up over the rock to the pathway upon which the soldiers marched. He was shocked to see not just the dozens or hundreds of men he expected, but thousands all stretched out in rows of 5 forming a line as far as even his keen eyes could see. They seemed to be moving with a mission, a clear destination in mind; it almost looked like they were going to war, if not for the lack of weapons held at their hips. Furthermore, none seemed surprised when the large dragon appeared, and they seemed almost indifferent to his presence.

Curious, Rime stepped up to the nearest batch of marching soldiers and stood tall over them, trying to look intimidating without actually threatening them. "You have awoken me from my slumber, what is the meaning of this?" He demanded, still in the throes of early morning grogginess and lacking the reserved nature that usually personified him.

The soldiers kept marching, but one of them did answer as he passed. "This is Prince Kamuri's domain now, we're marching to the borders to let everyone know!"

Rime shook his head and growled a bit. "Excuse me? This is nobody's land but mine. I've lived here for years without issue. Who does he think he is, claiming my lands as his!"

Another one of the soldiers, a few rows back, jauntily answered him. "He's the Prince. He does what he wants, of course. If you have a problem with his policy, I recommend you take it up with him."

With another deep growl that conjured smoke and steam from his nostrils, Rime glanced back to the source from which the soldiers were arriving, which he presumed was the location of their prince. "Where do I find this bloke? I must have a word with him, and quickly."

A third random solder provided him the information as he marched past with his squadron. "You'll find him at the Palace of Kings In Noumara, where he plans to hold court to address his new people. If you hurry and fly, you'll catch him by then!"

The thought of giving this invasive prince a piece of his mind inspired Rime to spread his wings and kick his way off the rock and into the sky, his powerful downward thrusts blowing air through the ranks of the soldiers on his way. He was still grumpy about being woken and being given this hideous news about having his home repossessed by this prince Kamuri; thus, he had every intention of giving him a piece of his mind.

At least, that's what the plan was upon liftoff. As Rime had time to reflect and think on his long trip from his home to the capital Noumara, his mood tampered itself and he found himself in a gradually less confrontational mood. Alas, he was no longer in the throes of grumpiness that came from being awoken, and was once again returning to his established place of mind.

Still, he needed answers and wanted to get them from the Prince that claimed Rime's land for his own. One way or another, he would get answers, even if he ended up being more polite about it than he had initially intended. Of course, that was his default setting, to be polite and a touch reserved.

Regardless of his amicable nature, he still pumped his wings with purpose, catching every updraft and thermal to get to Noumara as quickly as he could. This was not a situation he enjoyed being in and as such wanted to take care of the issue as soon as he could. He expected there to be an argument while also hoping deeply that it didn't result in a fight, but he was internally bracing himself for such an engagement with the Prince upon arrival. Rime didn't expect to have the prince submit to him, but he also didn't intend to lay down and relinquish the land and the cave that had been his for so long.

All of the planning and internal dialogue he practiced en route to the capitol was immediately shaken up when he first laid eyes upon the cityscape that emerged before him. The capitol was no longer the same as when he last visited, as it was now adorned with dozens of mauve and silver banners flying off the tallest buildings, with flags erected all over and hundreds of soldiers patrolling the streets.

He had visited mere months before, and already this new prince had put his stamp upon the land and had fundamentally altered the image of the city. Rime had no idea how long this Prince Kamuri had been seated in Noumara, but it was already too long, if the gaudy colors were any indication. With his new found passion against the Prince and his changes to the land, Rime decided to pump those wings harder and give this Prince Kamuri a piece of his mind.

The dragon inside him screamed to have him land atop the tallest building near the palace and let out a loud roar to alert all to his presence, but Rime was the not the type to let himself give into such base urges, especially not in public. As such, he simply flew his way to the widest street - the one that led from the palace to the rural region and cut the whole city in half - and delicately landed where it was safest. There, he shook his wings of the dust and approached the nearest citizen that didn't appear to be perturbed by his appearance, a rather tall mare wearing a beautiful dress with silver tassels. Hundreds of others were walking up and down the street, some carrying goods or buying from vendors.

"E-excuse me, miss. I was wondering if you could lead me to the palace." He asked while rubbing his claws. He knew where the palace was located - he could see it on his flight in - but this was an attempt to get some information from the mare before heading up to accost the Prince, and to let him know what he thought of this unwelcome acquisition of his homeland.

The mare flicked her ear and tossed her mane as she got a look of confusion on her face. "It's right there." She said while pointing to the tall set of towers that poked up over the cityscape at the end of the street. "I take it you're new to Noumara-Kami?"

Rime raised an eyebrow. "Noumara-Kami? I thought this place was just called Noumara."

"It was, until Pince Kamuri claimed the throne as his own. With no armies and no king to own the throne, the Prince was able to take over with ease. We're part of his empire, now. The Kami Empire." She sighed deeply, but then offered a peculiar and distressing smile. "Don't worry, though, all of equine-kind is welcome in the Kami empire. Dragons, too."

He paused a moment to rub his chin. "How long as the land been part of the Kami Empire?"

She counted on her fingers, mouthing the numbers as she went. "About a week and a half, I'd say. Fifteen days, I think. I haven't really paid the closest attention, I'm usually too busy on my farm to notice the inner workings, but my sister came home and told me all this." The mare glanced back at her rump, tail flagged and muscles flexed. "Too bad the Prince isn't into the ladies, or I'd try to seduce him. Well, in theory, anyway. He's from Epicelia, you know, and-"

Rime cut her off as he saw a purple striped zebra stallion step out onto the balcony of the palace, but the look on his face showed remorse at doing so. "I'm so very sorry, but I must go." He didn't bother allowing himself to focus too much on the mare or her tales, for she had given him the information he needed. He leapt once again into the sky to meet with the zebra, wings flapping to carry him just above the roofs of the many buildings that lined the marketplace strip.

His goal was to hover and chat with the bloke - politely, of course, as Rime was no brute of a dragon - before he disappeared into his throne room, but gaining altitude took a bit longer than he liked and it ended up being that the zebra Prince disappeared before he got there.

The most clear and obvious answer to this was to land on the balcony and slip his way in through the mauve curtains, prepared for a discussion. Not an argument, as Rime was no brute. He just wanted to talk, even if the words he intended to speak were not the kindest. He was no brute, he was a civilized, respectable dragon who simply wished to not contend for his cave beyond the outskirts of town. He was polite. He just wanted to talk.

But all of that cleared his mind the moment he burst into the room and found nothing. Just a throne at one end with a silver structure and mauve fabric, an open room with a similarly colored carpet, and a bunch of banners with the visage of the Prince Kamuri plastered on each one of them. He looked so smug and arrogant, but there was no denying he was a gorgeous stallion. Of course, he was a prince so even if he was ugly, the tapestries would invariably make him look good.

Based on what Rime saw, he could tell that Kamuri held a golden staff with a purple crystal on the end, was adorned with a dozen silver bangles and a necklace, had a mane the color of the deep, blue sea, bright purple stripes, and a tiara with a red gem in it. "Really? A tiara? That seems a bit more like a princess than a prince." Rime muttered to himself, only to internally admit that it made the bloke even more sexy than if he hadn't wore it. Kamuri surely looked tasty to Rime. He could only imagine what sort of package he was holding under those Prince robes.

Still, he continued glancing around the room to find if there was anything else that would give him more information about Kamuri but found nothing. The only indicator of the Prince's attitude and behaviour was that the throne was atop a pedestal of three steps that encircled it, showing he must have been arrogant or the type to look down his snout at his people. Also, there was only one throne, so he must have been an attention whore.

Again, not surprising in the leasr for a stallion that was expanding his empire.

Rime leaned in close to get a better look at the small throne, seriously considering tipping it over as a form of sly yet petty revenge against the stallion Prince, but decided not to do such a thing as he intended to discuss matters with the Prince rather than antagonize. He wasn't a brute, after all.

"Can we help you?" A deep and booming voice called from the other side of the room.

Rime tensed up in place, panicked at being caught. The sudden twitch of his muscles made him lose grip on the steps surrounding the throne, falling on top of it in a flailing mass of scales and wood and fabric. His body flattened it in place under his chest, showing that it wasn't silver holding it up but simply silver tinged wood. Wood that was definitely not throne quality. Embarrassed, his eyes widened as he glanced around, keen to get a quick look at the source of the voice before taking his next move.

At the end of the room opposite the now-dismantled throne, Prince Kamuri stood tall with his hands behind his back, staring down his snout at the dragon while flanked by two burly looking black stallions, each carrying a long pole arm while wearing only loincloth and bangles over their biceps. The guards were a full head and shoulders taller than the lithe little prince.

"I said, what are you doing here?" One of the guards demanded as he stepped forward, massive hooves clopping on the marble floor. He held his pole arm out towards Rime, and the other stallion followed suit while also moving between Rime and the balcony that could have served as an escape.

"Well, I uh-" He sputtered, taken aback. He got to his feet and shook himself off while keeping his keen eye on the two stallions that were flanking him. "I just, uh, you know. Wanted to find out-"

"Enough." The Prince bellowed, voice far deeper and more powerful than his stature would have suggested. "Why he is here is irrelevant. This oafish, foolish dragon has found himself in a rather unenviable position as the one who has destroyed my throne. Now, we will have to take it out of him, one way or another. He will pay for his insolence."

Rime gulped and glanced around, not sure what to do. He was a rather large drake even compared to the guard stallions, and he could easily fight his way out of the situation, but he was keen on not being perceived as a brutish oaf as Prince Kamuri had called him, so he chose to stand his ground and show why dragons were still the dominant force in the region. Regardless of his poise and dignity, he still found that his heart was beating with such fervor that it resembled a flutter.

The twin guards each leaned in, muscles bulging as they handled their pole arms and pushed the tips of the blade in towards Rime. They snorted and huffed, nostrils flaring as if they were waiting to be told to lunge in and end the dragon. This didn't happen, as Kamuri stepped up and hand waved them away. Both of them snorted and whinnied as they fell in line behind the Prince, pole arms up with the butt end on the ground next to their hooves.

"But there will be no blood shed on this day, I have far more interesting plans for this intruder." He glanced back to each of the guards one by one. "You may leave us. This brutish beast of a drake is not here to end me or he would have already." He flailed his limp wrist around and offered a devilish grin to Rime as the others obediently left them, heavy stomps clopping on the floor and echoing out through the cavernous throne room.

Rime could see that he finally had the opportunity to speak his mind, so he stood tall and kept his gaze focused on the gorgeous stallion of a prince that stood before him. He tried his best to be regal and dignified. "Prince Kamuri, I have traveled across the land to seek an audience with you to discuss the terms of your relinquishing of my cave system. I was awoken this morning by-"

"I don't care." The prince declared, cutting Rime off as he stepped up the stairs to stand beside his splintered throne. "You came into my home, you broke in without a scheduled meeting, and then you foolishly crushed my throne, the very same throne that I had planned to use during today's court. I won't even hear your request until you've found a way to compensate me for this tragic loss."

That shut Rime up instantly. His dragon side craved some sort of retaliation or angry growl in response, but he knew that the Prince was right. His oafish flailing did result in the throne being crushed, and that was certainly not a way to gain favor with those whom he wished to negotiate. "So what exactly do you expect me to do? I am not a carpenter, so I can't exactly make you a new one." He didn't intend to be sarcastic, but he couldn't help his tone.

Prince Kamuri hopped down off the steps and stood next to Rime, tail swishing out behind him while his hands were on his hips, defiantly taunting the dragon. He casually stepped around, encircling Rime as he got a good look at his guest. "Well, I bet my blacksmith could come up with something in good time that would be better than anything you could whip up, so I wouldn't worry too much about replacing my throne. However, that doesn't do me any good today. I was planning on hosting court over the balcony to my new people, and I can't imagine doing so without a comfortable, soft throne for my rump to rest upon." He bent over and smacked his haunches, revealing himself under the tail.

The image made Rime tip his head to the side in order to get a better look. The Prince himself seemed quite subtly lewd, and Rime certainly couldn't deny that the stallion was quite handsome. Exactly the sort of sexy equine that would make him drool out either end. The zebra's shapely rump was so entrancing that Rime couldn't help but stare even as Kamuri glanced back at him, catching him.

"Well, well. It appears that we've got a bit of a creep over here." Kamuri chuckled with a bit of a haughty laugh. "Though I can't blame you, these are the best and most shapely rump cheeks in all the land, past or present." He then turned and stared directly into Rime's now-shamed eyes, grinning with his snout up to show his dominance over the dragon.

Rime couldn't help but sigh and whimper, embarrassed that he'd been caught. "S-sorry Prince, I didn't realize I was staring." He shifted in place, acutely aware that his groin had begun to swell.

In a move that confused Rime, Kamuri stepped up and cradled the dragon's chin, forcing them to lock eyes. "Why would you apologize for that? Many people would kill just to get a look at me. You should be proud you got a glimpse, and you should be happy that I'm not having you punished." He then grabbed at one of Rime's canine fangs, parting his maw to get a good look at the sharp teeth and the supple violet flesh inside. "But that said, you do still owe me a new throne for today's court, and I think I have an idea of what I want from you."

"And what might that be?" Rime inquired as he pulled away, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"I've traveled across many lands, met many peoples, and incorporated cultures into my empire, but in all my many years heading the equine army I've never found anything as regal as a dragon." Kamuri then leaned back in, closing the distance between them to make Rime uncomfortable. "Given your size compared to mine, I can think of no better throne than-"

"My lap?" Rime interrupted, grinning in anticipation. He really wanted to imagine this supple looking, shapely stallion of a prince sitting on his lap, grinding against his groin as he held court.

But Kamuri had a different thought in mind. "No, I was thinking something a bit more exotic, a bit more radiant. Honestly, dear, can you imagine a more regal place to sit than the inside of a dragon's maw?" He waited for a response, but when he got no such reaction, he simply continued. "Think about it! Your tongue could be my seat! Your gullet could house my tail! Your teeth, with some modifications, could be my arm rest! And you move, so if I need to be hoisted up, you could do that!"

Rime paused a moment. "But what if I get an instinctual desire to swallow? I don't intend to do such a thing to a prince; that would be tragic to your people!" Though he was playing up his sympathy, a part of him actually did want to do just that: gulp him down and fly away before he was caught. The thought of having the Prince's cock sliding down his gullet made him grin and drool at the same time.

"That's a good point. Think you can hold off for an hour or so?" Kamuri insisted. Before Rime could respond, he clapped his hand twice, summoning the two stallion guards to burst through the door and await orders. "Our dragon friend here needs some jewels for his chompers. Be expedient! Bangles and bands! Jewelry and gems! Ta Ta!" He clapped again, and both of the stallions disappeared through the doors to obey their Prince, once again leaving Rime and Kamuri alone in the throne room.

This made Rime a little uncomfortable. "I'm not sure how to say this, but I've not agreed to be used in such a way. If we're going to be amicable to one anther, I would greatly prefer if-"

"Then I guess you shouldn't have broken my throne, dear dragon." Kamuri lightly tapped Rime on the snout with a snort and a huff before walking his way over to the balcony, spreading the drapes to let the sunshine into the room. "Don't worry, dear dragon, I don't hold court for very long, so your tongue shouldn't get too tired. If it does, I'll just have to massage it back to life, won't I?" He turned and winked, tail still hiked to lift up his skirt and reveal the plump flesh of his pucker, a sight Rime couldn't help but admire.

At least this time he felt justified in his objectification of the Prince, as now it was clear that this zebra stallion had every intention of using Rime for his desires regardless of what Rime had to say.

Before he could respond with any sort of sly or witty comeback, the guards returned, each with a heavy looking chest made of black wood and silver straps. Neither of them spoke a word, but were brisk in stepping up to either side of Rime before opening their chest and rummaging through to find the proper gem or bangle for fitting.

Kamuri instructed them as they went through, ignoring Rime's look of distress and many attempts to interrupt or stop them. "No, get that one. Yes, that should fit. Here, if you use the clasp-no, I said clasp not strap. Fools, just find something that looks good." He stood a few steps back, one hand up and fingers rubbing together as he glared down his snout at rime, one hip out with his other hand resting upon it. He looked like he was modelling for a statue, which served to irritate Rime further.

But of course, Rime didn't have it in him to let his frustrations get the better of him. He was responsible for the breaking of the throne, after all. He could handle the humiliation this one time to compensate for his indiscretion towards the Prince. In fact, he'd have done it for anyone regardless of their status or poise. That was just how he was, prideful but respectful.

The stallion guards took some time in their chests, but eventually found a series of bands that could be fitted to each of Rime's teeth. They pried his jaws open and forced his maw to gape open as they went from one band to the next, checking to see what teeth they'd fit on properly. Their sweaty hands prodded at his tongue, dug at his gums, and generally felt unpleasant, but the taste of stallion was enough to calm him and tamper his building frustrations while alleviating his concerns of bad breath.

After a while, they managed to get him completely fitted with a dozen different golden jewelled bands that fitted two to a tooth in some instances. By the time they were done, Rime couldn't help but lick each and every tooth and use his tongue to try to get the bands off him. It felt unnatural to him, and he was regretting his compliance more and more with each passing moment.

Yet still, his desire to not be seen as a brute made him swallow his pride as well as the saliva that was building up in his maw due to the obstructions on his teeth while dealing with his indignity. He let out a long, exasperates sigh while keeping his eyes trained on Kamuri, or more specifically, the Prince's shapely rump. Every bit of frustration and deep seated dragon rage simmered down when he got a good, long look at those hindquarters. More and more he was realizing that he may have had a soft spot for equines of all sort, but especially stallions.

Kamuri could see this so he gave his rump another waggle before grabbing his golden staff tipped with a purple crystal, then parted the curtains to his balcony and stepped out. Within seconds, a crowd had began clapping and cheering for him as he raised his hands to the sky and addressed them. He spoke honeyed words, talking about how he unified the lands and brought peace to the region; he also made a dozen promises about all the ways he was going to make life better for the locals.

Rime knew it was all nonsense, as the land was peaceful before Kamuri's arrival, but that was just how politics worked. Those in power lied and twisted facts to suit their narrative until it was seen as truth and not to be questioned.

"My throne, please." Kamuri commanded with a haughty snap of his fingers.

In response, both the stallions grabbed at Rime's shoulders and pushed him forward. He resisted at first, but ceded defeat when he caught a glimpse of shattered wood on the ground next to him, which reminded him of his little transgression one last time. He immediately stuck his head out between the curtains and got a look at what must have been one thousand citizens or more, all looking up at the palace balcony and were able to see his large head poking out next to Kamuri. "What now?" He asked.

Without turning to look back, he lightly patted Rime's snout twice. "Open up." He insisted, then waited a moment while Rime struggled to get the will and desire to obey as commanded. Once Rime had cautiously gaped open his maw, Kamuri stepped up on one of the dragon's lower canines and turned to sit on his tongue, using the rippled roof of his maw as a back rest with his long tail down the throat behind him and his rump plopped square on Rime's thick tongue. "Lift me high so my new peoples can see me. I don't want to be left without visibility."

Given the angle of his upper jaw, Rime was able to drown out the clamour and the mosaic of the thousands of locals all staring up at him, and he was able to step out and raise his head a few meters above the balcony so that Kamuri was hanging high above the crowd with his feet dangling over the ridge of the dragon's lower jaw. Luckily for Rime, this was a comfortable position, so he had no issue staying in place, calmly breathing and trying his best to compose a speech in his mind that would be appropriately scathing when this was all over.

The problem was that he kept getting distracted by the taste of Kamuri on his tongue. The Prince wore only a simple ceremonial skirt that covered his thighs as well as a draped sash over his upper body, but he wore no undergarments to keep his modesty, so all Rime could taste was stallion ass and the subtle muskiness of horse balls on his tongue, a concoction of flavors that put him in a sort of aroused trance as his loins swelled and he felt a moisture forming around his genital slit.

Still, he had to keep himself dignified and respectable, as he was not going to allow himself to be caught ball-fondling the prince, especially not in public. At least, that's what he told himself right up to the point he found his tongue twitching and curling just right to prod at Kamuri's undercarriage. He was subtle about it, keen on ensuring that any motions of his tongue were hidden under the Prince's skirt, thus remaining discrete in lieu of the crowd before him.

He tugged, prodded, and rolled its length from the base of the tail to the seam between the stallion's balls, all while trying his best to lightly rub against that plump, black-fleshed pucker that was throbbing and pulsating against his taste buds.

All was going well for both of them, until Kamuri paused his response to a mare inquiring about gender politics in the Kami-Equine Empire to remove his sash and toss it to the ground beneath him. This may have confused Rime at first, but he was further bewildered when the Prince tossed the skirt, too, leaving him fully nude aside from the bangles and jewelry on his arms and forehead, as well as the staff with the purple crystal on the tip.

Once he was nude, Prince Kamuri kept talking, his voice booming over the crowd that remained enraptured by his performance and how it pertained to his discussion on gender politics.

None of this got through to Rime, who kept his undulating tongue rubbing between the stallion's cheeks, tip prodding and coiling around his ball sack without any care for what people saw. What he didn't realize, at least at first, was that Kamuri's cock had unfurled from its sheath to grow to its full size, the bulbous glans poking out against the Prince's belly and dripping bits of precum down the shaft and into Rime's open maw. The intensity of the musky flavor made the dragon realize the truth.

This could have enticed him to stop, to not be used by the prince in such a lewd act in front of a crowd, but the naughtiness inherent in his dragon side urged him to push boundaries a bit by rolling the tip of his tongue back to curl up on itself and eventually burrow between Kamuri's rump cheeks and his own appendage, leaving the tip to prod gently at the gloriously flavoured stallion pucker.

From there, he was able to use his tongue like a tentacle, twisting and caressing the tender flesh to easily penetrate and worm its way in, the thick muscled length of it using the dragon's saliva as lubricant in order to properly ease its way in deeper and deeper. He tasted the muskiness of the stallion on his tongue, both at the base and tip, which urged him to do more and more with each passing second. He wanted to taste more of this stallion, and at least for a little while he almost felt the urge to clamp his jaw shut and gulp him down, keep him trapped in his maw to eat out and lick until morning.

But alas, Rime had enough self control inside himself to not let his bestial side out, not while he was being watched by thousands. Of course, that didn't help when, as time passed and he grew slightly more bold, he found his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into the Prince's backside, its length squirming its way so deep that he had a hard time believing that Kamuri could handle it all!

He couldn't see inside his own maw to get a good look at the sort of abuse he was giving the Prince, but he could feel his elongated tongue snaking and coiling around inside the stallion's plump anal flesh, pushed past the bend, and wrapped around the inner passage half way up his torso. He was practically hooked in, and one lick could have rearranged the equine's bowels, so he was both gentle and rough at the same time. He pumped his tongue in and out, careful to bend and twist just right in order to contour to the shape of his insides, easily passing in and out while pummelling the walls.

All the while, Prince Kamuri remained regal and dignified, cock hard and staff in hand as he addressed the crowd. He was still giving the speech about gender equality and telling the crowd how awesome it was to live in the Kami Empire, where nudity was not only endorsed, but encouraged! He also used this as an example, turning his lewdness into a talking point!

This was an immensely effective way to endear people, as shown by the round of applause!

However, it seemed that this marked the last of the court, as he knelt down in Rime's maw while tapping lightly at his lips. "Alright, time to bring me down. This court session has adjourned." While kneeling, his tail was up high and he was grinding back against the penetrating length of it, rubbing his cheeks against the girth that remained outside his body.

Rime did as commanded, lowering his head and giving one last super-deep tongue thrust to the Prince before pulling back between the curtains. Only then did he notice that his cock had swollen to near full thickness out of its slit and was drooling cum all over the mauve and silver carpet below.

Prince Kamuri crawled out of Rime's maw as the dragon's tongue was gradually pulled out of him, a glorious and sensual feeling that made him feel empty as the last of Rime's flesh exited him. Rather than compliment the dragon on his good work during court, he simply pointed his staff forth while making demands. "You, lay on your back." He said with a commanding voice, cock still hard and bobbing around with every step.

"And do what?" He asked, all while doing as he was told. His internal dragon was roaring, but his cock begged for attention and he definitely felt like that was where this was going.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it." Kamuri said with a bit of a chuckle. He crawled up onto Rime, then straddled the larger dragon's belly with the monolithic black-fleshed cock throbbing and dribbling behind him. "You just let me take care of myself. I hope you don't mind if I use you for my own purposes just a bit longer, do you?" He leaned back to grab at the spade-tipped cock and bent it down so that it was on his level, squished between belly scales and the stallion's inner thighs.

There was a palpable silence in the room between them accentuated only by the faint roaring of the crowd just outside. Though they were both very intent on moving forward, neither made a move, not for a few minutes. Eventually, Prince Kamuri huffed and grinned, breaking the silence. "Hmph. Don't go thinking this means you're absolved of your debt, dragon." He said, cautioning Rime.

"What? Didn't I give you a proper throne? Do you need something bigger to rest your rump upon?" He then grabbed Kamuri by his shapely thighs and angled his hips to prod his tapered cock tip up under the zebra stallion's tail, its slimy flesh smearing itself all over his pucker. There was a bit of a panic in Kamuri's eyes, but given how loose he'd been massaged by the dragon's tongue, he had no problem easing his way back into Rime's gentle thrusts.

The relatively massive member didn't slip in at first, for even with the prep from before, Kamuri wasn't quite loosened up enough to take a cock the size of half his torso. However, he kept at it, rocking back and forth before taking in a deep breath and relaxing just enough to let the bulbous, tapered tip slip into him with a gentle lurch, swelling inside and locking them together.

"What happens in this room stays in this room, Dragon." Kamuri commanded, staring into Rime's eyes as he adjusted himself so that he was standing on the dragon's belly. Given their difference in size and the fact that Rime's cock was as tall as Kamuri at the hips, it made sense that the most comfortable spot was with him standing tall.

From there, the Prince was able to remain in control, bouncing with a series of shallow movements as the bulge of Rime's cock pushed in and out of him, pummelling his rump flesh while also gradually boring his bowels to full girth inside. He was able to slide his body down a few ridges, all while staring intently at Rime, never breaking eye contact. It wasn't clear if he was watching for any sudden movements or was trying to exert his dominance, but it was a little unnerving and kept Rime from climaxing too quickly, even if he absolutely adored the tightness of the Prince's rump and the musky aroma that was filling the room.

Perhaps it was the extreme size of the penetration, or perhaps it was just the fact that Kamuri was a stallion and therefore prone to quick yet repeated sessions of fun, but the Prince did not last long riding atop Rime's monolithic cock! He bounced up and down, grinding and gyrating to gradually feel more of its length inside him, but the extreme stretch of his rump paired with the powerful pressure applied to his prostate made his loins twitch and clench, his own stallion member flaring out and squirting a thick gob of his own seed onto the dragon's belly as he squeezed it's length with both hands.

He shivered and shook, nickering as he threw his head back and sat back on Rime's member with all his weight, hips instinctively bucking forth into his hands as his expanded flare tugged at his thumb and forefinger. Kamuri eventually got his composure and stared at Rime once again, then waved himself off with his non-cummy hand like a haughty aristocrat. "Well, there! I must say, you're quite the ride, aren't you dragon?"

"My name is RimeFang." He responded, a little disappointed that the Prince had finished so quickly, yet there was little to no chance Kamuri would be working harder to get Rime off, thus leaving him cold and needy, desperate and pent up. "And if you don't mind, we have the matter of my cave to-"

"Right, right. The cave thing. Yeah, you can have it, anything past the borders of the city isn't really my concern, if we're being honest." He gave one final grind on Rime's cock, then stepped off it to leave his rump swollen and drooling lubricant down the underside of Rime's shaft. "Hell, as an ambassador between here and the neighbours, I think we-"

Rime growled a bit, but then sighed, cutting Kamuri off. "You're damn right that I get to keep my cave. You can't take the cave away from the dragon, you know!" He grabbed at his own cock and squeezed some of the fluid out the end of it, hoping to entice Kamuri to take the bait.

The Prince paused, raised an eyebrow, and flopped one of his ears as his tail flicked. "Tell you what, stick around for the rest of the evening - in here, the throne room - and if I feel so inclined to indulge myself again, you can earn some more of that land back. How's that sound, dragon?"

"My name is RimeFang." He repeated.

"Whatever. You're a cock, darling. The only cock that competes with stallion cock. Do you wish to help me out here, or are we going our separate ways? I know I have some things to do, Princely duties to tend to, and if you're here when I return then I'm sure we could engage in some firm negotiation, but in the mean time, Ta Ta!" He turned and slipped out through the door, with the two big bulky black stallions remaining in the room with Rime.

This was of course quite frustrating, but more for the blue balls than the dismissal and tentative plans for future negotiation. All Rime knew for sure was that he'd been granted his lands back, and that there were two witnesses to collaborate his story if it ever came up!

"So, uh, what happens next?" Rime asked the stallions.

The one on the right, the slightly taller one, shrugged. "Who knows with the Prince. He's sort of all over the place, he might not even remember you were here in three hours."

"I dunno." The other one countered. "A cock like that?I think he'll remember."

Rime continued rubbing himself while on his back, glancing sidelong at the two buff stallions as he fantasized about what their rumps felt like. "I don't suppose either of you would be able to help me with this, would you? The Prince left me in quite the state, if I must say so myself." He pushed is cock down so that the tip was pointing at them, a steady dribble of his mess landing with a splash on the splintered remnants of the throne.

Both stallions caught a glance of the other and shrugged, dropping their weapons to clop their way across the throne room towards Rime, eager to help him out.