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Well the votes are in

3 Cyril

2 Ignitus

1 Terrador

0 Volteer.

No one loves the electric dragon. So once again at the end will be a vote on which dragon comes next. Thanks to everyone who voted. Once again while this chapter may have some dragons who aren't adults yet, they aren't sexually active until they became of age later on.

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It was promising to be a long boring day today. While Volteer had a lecture to give, Terrador was to give an inspection to the local army barracks, and Ignitus had the day off wanting to visit an old friend, Cyril didn't have such luxury. He was stuck giving court. He was stuck sitting in the ice dragon chair in the temple. The room was still nice, made of stone walls, polished stone floors, easy to clean after an element was used, and sandy marble stone walls.

He was seated in the ice guardian's throne. Not only was the throne ornate, ice blue, it was extremely comfy. The previous guardians must have complained about the thrones at some point. The chair was not only soft, and gave support in the just the right places, the hole in the back for his throne was just the right size and the cushion cupped his ass nicely, and allow for his tail to slide through. Since when did his ass touch the actual chair? Wasn't he wearing clothes, and why did it feel like a hole was down there as well?

~~~

Cyril had just come to the council room of his father's house.

"Careful son." The large ice dragon spoke, sitting on a purple throne up in the Glacierspire. Glacierspire was the ancestral home of the ice dragon nobles, dating back too, Fimbulwinter. The first ice dragon noble. Due to his noble deeds of stopping a flood and defeating the yeti king, he was awarded the title of noble, and his line would be forever blessed with this class.

_"Now son, I wanted to talk to you today." Tundran, Cyril's father spoke to his fifteen year old son. Tundran was a large ice dragon, with dark blue scales and a deep royal purple chest. He had three large horns on his head, ending with a sort of snow flake shaped scale at the end of each horn. _ _His tail ended in a rose shape with thorns going up the whole tail to the dragon's tail base. _

_"What about, father?" Cyril asked. Cyril was timid towards his father, he always was so huge and was a no nonsense dragon. Cyril was sheltered, his father had made sure to protect him, to ensure the noble bloodline would continue. But he did allow his son to go to a public school to make sure he met the common dragon, and some of the lesser nobles. _

Cyril started to sip the wine his father and brought out. He had just became fifteen the legal age for drinking. His father had been bring out several high quality wines for him to try. These sessions usual ended with him getting light head and passing out. His father may be seeing here is alcohol tolerance was, or at least that was what his father said. He had no reason to doubt his father. Right?

"You are coming of age, son, so I simply want to know if any dragon seemed interested in any dragon in particular." Tundran spoke, his voice tried to sound kind, but Cyril could hear the deception in it. Still against his better judgement, it was as if mouth was moving on its own accord.

"Yes father."

"I like the dragoness Frostianna." Cyril spoke. She was a very beautiful dragoness, with a very light blue body and dark a very deep royal purple breast scales. Her nobility status was high as well, and most of all she was kind, not like the other nobles.

~~~

This wasn't right. Why was his first crush a dragoness? That wasn't right? Right? That doesn't sound correct. His first crush was on "HA"! Cyril let out a bit of a squeak as a warm flexible appendage was touching his ass hole under the hole on his throne. Had that always been there?

~~~

"I like a dragon, he is a poison dragon named, Toxic." Cyril spoke. He was a slim light green dragon, with yellow chest and thigh scales. He was starting to develop just like him, both getting slimmer, and their asses were plumping up nicely.

His father though wasn't amused by his son's growth, he had even started to have Cyril train with the guards, trying to see if he could beef his son up, just like him.

"Toxic? I haven't heard of a dragon named Toxic, Do you know his father's name." Tundran spoke. Cyril was nervous, his father was showing a level of interest that he wasn't certain of.

_Cyril tried to say anything but the real father's name, but his mouth betrayed him, and it was as if he mind did too, because he tried to focus on something else, say a different name. His mind rebelled against him. He couldn't say Toxic's father's name. "Venomir." _

"Venomir." Tundran mused, a claw going to his chin. "What does he do, son?" Cyril once ago tried to say something else, but he couldn't.

"A doctor. He uses his poisons... as medicine... to help those in the town." Cyril spoke, though it was chopped up as he tried to keep his mouth shut. He didn't know why but he didn't want his father to know? But why? He couldn't figure out why.

"I'll look into this Venomir. I would like to see, if he and his son could join us for a dinner." Cyril didn't know why, but his stomach dropped at the last word.

~~~

_Dinner had been pretty subdued. Cyril was forced to ask Toxic if he and his father would like to join him and his father for dinner. He tried to resist to keep his mouth shut, but when he met up with Toxic, it was as if he mouth moved on its own, the words... He tried to give the wrong date and time... but the right date and time came out. _

~~~

All of them, Venomir, Toxic and Cyril were drinking a new wine variation, his father bought, winterberry peach. It was pretty strong. The flavor kept on making Cyril pucker, while his father was talking to Venomir about his work in the hospital. Venomir at first looked interested, but now, both poison dragons were now looking drowsy and had faces absent of any emotion. Cyril tried to speak, to say something, but nothing came out. It felt that there were chains on his body weighing him down. Looking at his father, he had a smirk on his face, and a lusty look in his eyes as he looked at Venomir.

Venomir was the definition of twink. An ass that seemed to have all the fat on his body on it. He was lean and defined. A very light lime green scale, and with drop shaped scales on his shoulders. A lemon color chest scales, with a set of heavy balls, but a small cock, if what Toxic said was correct. No actual experience, but from what he overheard from his father's fuck buddies that came over.

"Good, Good." His father spoke, as Venomir monotoned on about his latest patient he saw today.

"Now, Venomir, why don't you just shut up." It was a commanding tone, and to Venomir's surprise, his mouth stopped moving and closed. Both Toxic and Venomir were about to run when another command was given.

"Sit down and stay down!" Cyril was surprised to see the muscles on both Toxic and Venomir straining but neither was getting out of their chairs.

_"Good, now for the real fun." Tundran spoke lustily, and moving toward the adult poison dragon. "Are you married or have a mate?" Venomir had his face set in a rebellious scowl. This only seemed to amuse Tundran, who grabbed the poison dragon, by his short head horns and giving eye contact to the poison dragon. _

"When I ask, you answer... Truthfully!" Tundran boomed. Cyril could see Venomir shiver, until his mouth started to move.

_"No. I don't have a mate. My mate left after Toxic became ten." Venomir's eyes were wide in panic. _

"Good, less loose ends to tie up. Now for the rest." Tundran said.

"I am the sexiest dragon you have ever seen. You think and jerk off at the image of me and of me ordering you around. You love this." Tundran spoke deeply and lustfully. "Tell me what you understood from that command."

"You are the sexiest dragon I have ever seen. You are so sexy that I think and jerk off to, constantly. My deepest fantasy is of you ordering me around." Venomir spoke, Tundran looked down to smirk and spoke.

"It already seems to be taking affect. Your growing hard from just me programming you now." Tundran laughed.

"You'll quit your job, sell your home and objects and apply to become my servant here! You'll tell the guards to drink the wine, then come to me, here. You'll become my servant, and love every second of it. You'll beg for my cock, to taste it, to get fucked by it. Now tell me what you are to do."

"I am to quit being a doctor, I am to sell my home objects everything. Then come here begging to be your servant." Venomir's eyes grew wider and wider in fear, his body shaking, trying to get out.

"Calm down, stop struggling, this is the happiest day of your life." Tundran spoke, placing a claw firmly on the other adult's shoulder until the shaking stopped.

"Good, calm, stay nice and calm." Tundra continued to soothed, before he started to kiss Venomir. Venomir seemed to be slightly surprised that he was returning the kiss.

"DAD! STOP! WE Have to ESCAPE!" Toxic shouted. Struggling, he was looking at Cyril with a mixture of pity and pleading for help.

"Toxic, sorry, but you'll find your father, and my son are unable to help you. I have been conditioning my son for years, making him more obedient to me, and soon, you'll be too."

Turning his gaze to the younger poison dragon, he started to stroke the terrified dragon's face. "Calm, you are calm, and happy. You'll pay attention and do nothing to stop my commands." Tundran spoke again

"You see my son has a bit of a crush on you. So when you wake up, you'll have a crush on both my son, and myself. You'll be slightly ashamed about this, so you'll try to be as supportive of a boyfriend my son could as for. But you'll find any reason to come to his house to catch a glimpse of your true crush, myself. You'll dream of servicing me sexually." Tundran gained his lustful smile again "You both will. The only difference if that you Venomir will be able to please me sexually, while your son will have to wait till his eighteenth birthday, just like my son. You'll both be blueballed until you are adults." The two shivered again as the commands settled in their heads.

"As for you son, you'll forget this all, all of you will forget this state where I place commands in your heads. Cyril you will not question any changes to your friends. You'll bring him home often, so he can see his father work. Remember that what I speak is the truth, you'll listen to every word I say, and follow my teachings." Cyril could feel these words sync into this mind, some part of him resisted, but it wasn't working. After all what his father said made sense. He always is looking out for him. He should listen and be a dragon he wanted him to be.

~~~

To be honest, Cyril swore he could fall asleep in that chair, but it was only his will that kept him from sleeping. Volteer had experience not falling asleep in class; Terrador had his military training. Cyril could believe the claim that Terrador could stand at attention for hours in the rain, so sitting in a throne without falling asleep was easy. As for Ignitus, he was over-affectionate and caring to the common dragon. Cyril felt that he had it the hardest time with this even he was raised for this.

Cyril was the raised in the last few lines in dragon nobility. The proud ice dragon's with the blood of Fimbulwinter. There was only about five other noble dragon lines, the rest becoming too blurred over time. Cyril's tie to this blood line met a lot, just like it had to his father, his father's father, etc. While Volteer was one to complain about his reference to his blood line at least once a day, he knew things that not a lot of dragon's knew

Snapping himself out of his reverie, Cyril could once again make out the jabbering of a dragon below him.

"The last reason why the moles should be ex pulsed from the city is the horrible chitter chat they make during the night. Hardly any dragon can sleep. I have a petition from over a hundred dragons for their expulsion." The fire dragon spoke, a bit of pride showing as his chest puffed out.

Cyril looked at the copy of the petition in his hand. He had quite a bit of disgust for this document. It was extremely poorly written, so not only were moles listed, any non-dragon, like Cheetahs, moles, wolves, fairies, etc. Not only that, lots of the dragons had the same family line. Cyril knew almost most of the main dragon lines in Warfang, and many in other cities. It was obvious that the dragon was pulling some strings with his own family to get support.

Cyril couldn't restrain the cold mist coming from his nose as he snorted in disgust at the article. This was obviously some pathetic attempt of a minor family line to flex some sort of power. Not only was this such a blatant abuse of power, the petition was non-pasasble.

"Well, Coal." Cyril began.

"It's Sir Coal of the Kindle line." Coal spoke, puffing out his chest more.

Cyril could only role his eyes. Not only was this dragon more pompous than his father, but he interrupted the person he was trying to gain favor of. Not smart.

"While this was a fascinating petition." Cyril had to freeze his own tongue to stop the sarcasm from slipping out.

"Yes it is." The fire dragon replied, moving his hands against each other.

"I'll let those moles know that the council has approved it then." The fire dragon continued, quickly moving around and started to walk out.

"I did not say that!" Cyril barked, his ice breath coating the front of his body in a flurry of snow.

It was delightful to see the dragon actually stop. With ever so slowness the dragon turned back, his face flushed red, with rage. The flush between embarrassment and rage are slightly different rage is a bit pinker and embarrassment is a bit more red. Cyril had seen those colors enough time on dragon's muzzles to tell which was which.

"What did you say to me." The fire dragon growled back, a bit of smoke leaving his nostrils.

"I'm telling you, not only am I denying your petition, but if I ever see any petition like it from the Kindle line I will deny their petitions without a hearing." Cyril responded coldly. He didn't need to raise his voice to let other's now he was pissed. His icy tone seemed to convey his rage enough, considering the increase of smoke output from Coal.

"How DARE you!" The dragon growled. He even raised a claw and pointed it at Cyril. The dragon started to flex is decently built body, subconsciously trying to intimate the Ice Guardian.

"Do you have any idea of what you are dealing? The Kindle line!" Coal continued.

"Yes." Cyril responded coldly. It was time to let his information as a noble to shine.

"The line of Kindle was started with an inventor named Kindle. Kindle became very wealthy, but ultimately wasted all of his money and fame on rum." Cyril spoke. Coal seemed to inflate further, it seemed like the dragon was going to breath fire.

"Kindle was reduced to a drunk, and wasted his time promising as many women that he would raise their hatchlings into dragons with enough money to last for their entire lives."

The dragon had had enough, a blast of fire was launched at the ice guardian's face. With a quick blast of ice, the fire was put out. The noise of sizzling snow, had caused that the guards posted outside of the room had entered. Coal looked around, his expression starting to pale. Cyril could only nod as he fire dragon realized he was screwed.

Coal was a bit larger than the average dragon, especially around the middle. It was obvious that the dragon had sat on his ass this whole life, and didn't even bother to exercise. His body was orange, while his chest and thigh scales were a deep crimson, just like his wing membrane, while the spines of the wings were a lighter orange. Is tail was more of a ball, that you would see on earth dragons typically. His shoulders were like flames pointing upward. Coal probably thought that he could physically overpower the smaller blue dragon. He probably didn't realize that Cyril had lots of training in his element. He still did. Ignitus, Volteer, and Terrador spared once a week. Ignitus and him loved to blast each other with their elements and see who would win, ice or fire.

Cyril knew that he wasn't as tall or big as his other guardians, with his powder blue main body, but he had white or light violet diamonds spots all over his back and arms. His chest, thigh, and arm insides were a royal violet color. He also had shallow triangles along his back, that were a lighter violet than his chest. His horns were the same color as his spines, that pointed straight back. He had large royal purple membrane wings, with few holes . He also had light purple scales adoring the sides were the bones would be. This shoulder had a sort of purple blue ice like structure on them. And that structure was also on his elbows. His tail was sort of a flower design of 6 blades arranged in a circle around his tail. He had a regal face. A large royal purple fins on his cheeks, as well as several smaller horns on his chin pointing straight down and a few on his forehead going straight up. His face have a very regal expression which shown in his blue eyes. Many would think him fragile, and he knew that there would be many more would still to come, but he knew how to defend himself.

Soon Coal found himself slammed to the floor, his muzzle getting full of dirt. Trying to get his head up, another claw kept the fire dragon's head, effectively stopping any further fire attacks. His wings and claws were then bound behind his back with iron cords. Coal struggled trying to use his tail, which was quickly held and bound as well at a very painful angle.

"Of that line only one like of Kindle, that of his eldest son Cannon, was ever recognized and given recognition of being his legitimate son." Cyril spoke standing up and starting to make is way down towards the floor where Coal was being restrained by the guard.

Cyril had to admire the guards. Terrador had done a great job getting the temple guards in place. They were now effective in battle, discipline, better on the eyes, and respectful. Better than the security that his father had bought when he was a hatchling. And much better looking too. Wait? What was he thinking? He was looking for a nice dragoness, not a male dragon, though they had really good defined muscles.

"Cannon had only one hatchling, another son named Sizzle. Sizzle is the surviving male of the line, and he has been blessed with five daughters, all very lovely and none are married to a dragon nor a son named Coal." Cyril spoke. It was funny to see the blood drain further from Coal's face. He was just exposed as trying to lay claim to a blood line that would not recognize him. Most nobles don't take well to that. It is viewed as an insult. Cyril had just got in front of the dragon. It was only polite to address other dragon's face to face.

"YOU... You don't know what you are talking about!" Coal shouted. Blasting Cyril with a large puff of smoke.

Cyril responded with a dry chuckle.

"No.. It is you who doesn't know who you are talking too." Cyril snorted.

"Yeah, some fat ass, ice dragon, pretending to be someone important." The dragon spoke. Cyril was pleased to see with a rough push the snout were pushed deep into the earth again.

"My name is Cyril. I am son of Tundran, which was the son of Sickle, which was the son of Iceburgous, the son of Frostir, the son of Sickleran, the son of Diamante, which you know leads all the way back to Fimbulwinter the famous hero of the north and conqueror of the wendigos and yetis." Cyril boomed.

"I am actually a noble, unlike you filth. You may of used the Kindle name to try and get what you want, but let me assure you, the other nobles will be notified. Trust me, you may have just started a new line, a line of fools." Cyril moved his head down to whisper the last part.

The dragon had shook quickly, allowing him to do a half turn and try to fire another fire ball. Once he leveled his head to Cyril, was when he was met with a blast of ice. The ice was so strong as to not only quell the fire inside of the dragon, but to freeze the dragon's maw in a solid block of ice.

Moving away, Cyril started to slowly make his way towards his throne again. The grunts from the guards made it apparent that they were having an issue with moving the frozen dragon. With a snap of his fingers, the ice around coal shattered, and the dragon was left panting on the floor. The guards grabbed the iron cords binding the dragon and drag him out.

Cyril had set down, with a sigh. It wasn't often that he would use his ice powers. It had been too long. Maybe he should take up the others offers to practice in physical combat. It would be a pity if his ice abilities were reduced to nothing due to inactivity.

A sudden surge of pain lanced through Cyril's mind. The room felt suddenly very far away. This was unusual to say the least. The memory of when he was learning from his father about unruly peasants coming to his mind

~~~

"Careful son." The large ice dragon spoke, sitting on a purple throne up in the Glacierspire. Glacierspire was the ancestral home of the ice dragon nobles, dating back too, Fimbulwinter. The first ice dragon noble. Due to his noble deeds of stopping a flood and defeating the yeti king, he was awarded the title of noble, and his line would be forever blessed with this class.

"Several dragons will come to you asking for a favor or a petition. It is impossible for us to grant all of them, you will find that several of them will become violent when you must deny their requests." Tundran spoke. Tundran was a large ice dragon, with dark blue scales and a deep royal purple chest. He had three large horns on his head, ending with a sort of snow flake shaped scale at the end of each horn. _His tail ended in a rose shape with thorns going up the whole tail to the dragon's tail base. _

"But father, what do you do if they become violent." Cyril asked. He was sheltered, his father had made sure to protect him, to ensure the noble bloodline would continue.

"That is why we have both guards and our ice breath. That is why we have been training up your abilities for years." Tundran spoke, looking intently at his son. It was true, every morning his father would have him practice, the worst was freezing a geyser while it was spouting water.

"Is that why you been having me freeze rocks and furniture?" The younger ice dragon accused. He was tired of all of training. Sometimes, he froze his tongue, and it wouldn't unfreeze till he had morning coffee, which his father hated.

"Yes, you may need to freeze a dragon solid, which will be harder if it is a fire dragon." The older dragon spoke, giving his son an icy stare.

"Father." Cyril spoke. He hated when his father was like this. Overbearing, and way to focused on his either battling or elemental skills.

"Get back to practice son." The large ice dragon spoke. This always happened, Cyril was often dismissed. His father never wanted to listen to him or his ideas. He was a horrible father... No a wonderful father... Why was he thinking like this?

"Yes father." Cyril was always submissive to his father. He was a very intimidating dragon.

~~~

Cyril was able to get himself under control as the fire dragon was being shoved roughly away. Cyril was finding the way the fire dragon was man handled by the guards to very erotic? Why was he being envious of Coal right now, and wanting to order the guards to pin him and put their dicks in him? What was he thinking?

~~~

"Watch son." The large ice dragon spoke, sitting on a purple throne up in the Glacierspire. Tundran was currently busy having Venomir currently bouncing up and down his cock. As part of the noble class, several dragons volunteered to get fucked by the ice dragon in exchange for a favor or for their petition to get special privileges. It was standard procedure. That is what his father told him when Venomir had came to his house one day to be his father's servant.

"Several dragons will come to you asking for a favor or a petition. It is impossible for us to grant all of them, you will find that several of them will become violent when you must deny their requests, that is why we ask what they are willing to give for their cause. The good ones like, Venomir here" The ice dragon spoke, pointing to the light green dragon with a well round ass. "We give attention to." Tundran spoke. Tundran was a large ice dragon, with dark blue scales and a deep royal purple chest, it was crazy to see the large dragon fucking his friends lean smaller father. The larger dragon had a large cock as well, over a foot long. Ever since Cyril became of age he started to fuck dragons openly in front of his son. Cyril kept on getting a foreign feeling of jealously when he saw dragon's getting fucked by the cock that birthed him. It only appeared when he turned eighteen. Luckily for him, Toxic was always willing for Cyril to fuck him, though he did shout his father' s name out a few times during sex. The size of that dick didn't deter Venomir from getting the whole piece of dragonhood in his ass.

"But father, what do you do if they become violent." Cyril asked

"That is why we have both guards, our ice breath, and our dicks. That is why we have been training up your abilities for years." Tundran spoke, looking intently at his son.

"Is that why you been having me freeze rocks and geysers?" The younger ice dragon accused.

"Yes, you may need to freeze a dragon solid, which will be harder if it is a fire dragon, there is a good thing. Also ice can be a great tool for sex, once you're strong enough son." The older dragon spoke, giving his son an icy stare.

"Father." Cyril spoke, ashamed of his father commenting on his apparent lack of talent, according to his father.

"Get back to practice son." The large ice dragon spoke. "I expect to see a sculpture of myself by dinner time."

"Yes father." Cyril was always submissive to his father. He was a very intimidating dragon. Sadly Cyril wanted to get his sexual training, he was already a young adult, and hopefully his father would let his fuck some petitioners, or some servants, besides Toxic. Maybe they could have a double incest session with Toxic and Venomir serving Tundran and himself. That sounded so hot, that his cock got hard quickly.

~~~

Cyril shook he head clearing his head, seeing the fire dragon fuming, his arms frozen behind his back, and his ass full of cum when the guards grabbed and pounded his ass. Coal was definitely a bit more submissive now that he was forced to realize his place. Cyril learned that lesson long ago from his father. If dragons won't give what you want, fuck them into submission. Shaking his head, he was trying to figure out when his father told him that.

"You stupid ice dragon! Just watch, I'll be back and get a different guardian and he'll overturn your fucking decision. Then I'll fuck you!" Coal yelled

"So uncouth!" Cyril snarled. He really hated dragons who think they could muscle there way over anything. The only exception would be Terrador. Cyril couldn't stop his mouth from drooling at the thought of the large muscled earth guardian. They had spent many hours debating certain topics from certain stand points. Terrador would of course support the military and the common dragon more. Ignitus was the one who wouldn't budge at all when it came to the noble system. He wanted it abolished, but Cyril always opposed him on this. Volteer would often speak about the pros and cons of both sides without ever stating his personal opinion. Without warning Cyril's mind froze as one of the biggest debates he had with the fellow guardian's surged to his mind and state there. Especially when they couldn't come to an agreement. When that happened the issue would be solved sexually? What? That wasn't right! They would let things settle and then revisit it in a week! Why was he thinking like this. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong!

~~~

"The Noble system is corrupt, these dragons are only getting recognition due their ancestors, not their own actions!" Terrador boomed

"Remember though Terrador, most nobles, and military dragons, like yourself have inherited gems from their ancestors, allowing in an indirect way for those dragons to guide us today." Cyril spoke, bits of mist falling from his maw.

"Doesn't matter. In the military you must prove yourself to be a leader, not just be some dragon breed for the position." Terrador boomed

"I concur with Terrador. Dragons must be evaluated if they are capable of leading a settlement to grow, not just that they have a lot of money or fame from a past dragon of the line." Ignitus soothed.

"Then in which way do you recommend that dragons who have performed a great deed or act be rewarded?" Cyril countered.

Volteer seemed to contemplate the question before trying to state a reasonable suggestion. "Maybe a monetary reward instead of a inheritable reward."

"And where would be get the funds?" Cyril was quick to counter.

"There are plenty of funds in the treasury that could be used." Ignitus defended Volteer.

"Stop. You three are talking about abolishing the entire noble system. They won't leave quietly or peacefully." Cyril warned. While he was on the high end of nobility he knew that there was enough of the lower nobilities to make a fuss and trouble should their positions and powers be threatened.

"Let them. I can call the military to get them to behave." Terrador growled.

"And they'll get mercenaries." Cyril spoke chillingly. The lower noble's still had gems and money, to hire dragons to fight for them, that would lead to the shed of dragon and other creature's blood.

Ignitus seemed to realize this as well, and was quick to shut his maw, not wanting that possibility to come to pass.

"I understand the corruption of the noble system, I came from that system Terrador and Ignitus, we can find a solution, but trust me, we mustn't directly attack them.

~~~

That memory was soon moving through Cyril's mind again to only freeze in a new pattern just moments later as Cyril developed a very lusty smile seeing the guards dragonhandle the brute. It was time to teach this dragon a lesson, with his own dick, after all, no one gave him any relief today? What? Why was he thinking about that? Well, the dragon's ass was lubricated with cum, this should be nice. And Toxic had been servicing under the throne so his need he got from his father to have something up his ass was silenced for a while.

~~~

"The Noble system is corrupt, these dragons are only getting recognition due there fucking ancestors, not their own actions!" Terrador boomed. He also raised his mace like tail and slammed it to the ground. The earth dragon was getting worked up in more ways than one, based on his drooling dick bobbing up and down as Terrador moved around irritated.

"I say we just fuck their asses and call it a day, show them who's boss." Terrador continued.

"That would be a gamble at best." Cyril spoke. "While most nobles love being on top to state their dominance, there are quite a few that need a cock up there ass." Cyril informed, Cyril knew many nobles would like a thick cock like Terrador's up them and filling them up.

"Doesn't matter. In the military you must prove yourself to be a leader, and you learn how to command those pussies not to cum. Make them realize they aren't in control." Terrador boomed and moved behind the ice guardian. The earth dragon moved his hand and gave that bubbly blue ass a hard smack, showing the dragon how to dominate. The ice guardian gave a squeal, due to Cyril's past he loved being manhandled, which was great considering the earth dragon was quick to manhandle other dragons.

"I concur with Terrador. Dragons must be evaluated if they are capable of leading a settlement to grow, as well as if they can help encourage healthy sexual experiences, not just that they have a lot of money or fame from a past dragon of the line." Ignitus soothed, while he moved to the ice dragon's front and grabbed the ice dragon by his horns, with a firm shove he pushed the ice dragon's maw on his own orange dick.

Cyril got to work, with a cock in his ass and one in his maw, he was in heaven, moving to start pleasing his fire friend and thrusting his ass back to give Terrador more encouragement to fuck him. The three soon developed a steady rhythm where all three were being satisfied and ready to cum. Cyril wanted to cum, but that still nagging feeling of some sort of resistance appeared again. He knew what he needed, but hoped one of the two will command him to cum soon.

Producing a hum in his throat, Cyril drove Ignitus wild, his hips began fucking uncontrollably.

"Maybe we can make the nobles all cum dumps if they are anything like Cyril here." Ignitus moaned countered.

Volteer seemed to contemplate the statement before adding his commentary while stroking his gray dick at the fucking trio. "Interesting proposal Igntius. Maybe dragons should be reward with a noble cumdump, rather an inheritable reward."

"That sounds great!" Terrador was grunting while keeping himself from orgasming.

"The only question I have is how would we insure they would be as receptive to being fuck like our favorite ice slut here." Ignitus state while giving Cyril's head gentle strokes. Cyril could smile around the cock in his mouth, happy that Ignitus' soothing side, because after ten minutes of fucking this mouth and ass were getting raw from the huge dicks in his.

With one last shove, Terrador bottomed out in the ice dragon's blue ass, and let his cum into the ice dragon. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, Cum bitch!" Terrador shouted.

Cyril relaxed enjoying the sensation of warm cum flowing into from two directions, even a third feeling of warmth was felt between his wings, he saw that Volteer was panting his cock still leaking cum.

"Fuck, I needed that!" Terrador panted.

"I concur, agree, oblige, think the same." Volteer started to babble in his afterglow and his legs seem to shake from weakness.

~~~

Cyril was surprised to feel a need well up beneath his tail. It seemed so abnormal, but at the same time so right. Why was it like this? He couldn't make sense of it. Closing his eyes trying to figure out why he was feeling this need, his mind once more froze as a memory of his father surfaced.

~~~

Cyril was now a young adult, his father was well older, but Cyril knew not to mention his age, that was something that usually got his father angry. That was because several nobles in the past when they were deemed ancient, over seven hundred years old, they were force to retire as their son or daughter took over. Tundran didn't want that. He wanted to enjoy the perks of being the leader of the house of Fimbluwinter as long as possible.

_Right now they were eating, a few servants were serving them food, a large hunk of deer meat, and wine. A small light green dragon had just came over to Cyril with both a platter of meat and a large cup of wine. Cyril could smell the quality of the wine, he father had him trained to recognize the quality of wine from smell and taste. Though most of the wines he got from his father's collection had a weird flavor he couldn't place. _

Toxic had agreed to become his father's servant, several years ago. Venomir was still around serving his father, but Toxic was sort of replacing his father now in the servants positions, while Venomir was placed in some secret area and position Cyril was told not to worry about. The dragon was still lithe, the definition of twink, small, but defined and toned, and ass and mouth that was great for cock Toxic told him that his father, and Tundran had taken it upon themselves to teach him how to give a good blow job. He had a yellow chest, abs, and thigh scale. He didn't have much length for a cock about six inches. While not bulky he was strong.

"My lord, here is your dinner." The green dragon spoke timidly.

"Thank you Toxic." Cyril replied. Though his father may not be so kind with the servants, Cyril knew that servants knew things that they wouldn't want to be leaked out. Toxic had actually given Cyril information on what to avoid or what the other nobles were planning. His father though wasn't kind and would often be the one to discipline them if they made mistakes like dropping the food or talking out of turn. Cyril knew his father could be barbaric, but there wasn't much he could do to change it until he was the head of the house.

"There is no need to thank the servants, son." Tundran spoke coldly, while Cyril didn't flinch and shrink anymore, Toxic did.

"Remember your place son, and their place, there is no need to change it or they will force change." Cyril hadn't had his wine yet, so it was interesting. While he was paying attention to his father, the words didn't seem to have the impact they usually had.

~~~

Cyril shook his head. Why didn't that memory feel right, something was wrong, really wrong. Trying to focus Cyril was focusing on that memory trying to find out what was wrong with that memory. Cyril almost yelped as he sat down, and felt something long wet move between his ass checks and getting up his hole, and that tongue knew what he was doing!

~~~

Cyril was now a young adult, his father was well older, but Cyril knew not to mention his age, that was something that usually got his father angry. That was because several nobles in the past when they were deemed ancient, over five hundred years old, they were force to retire as their son took over. Tundran didn't want that. He wanted to enjoy the perks of being the leader of the house of Fimbulwinter as long as possible, one such perk was the ever loyal poison dragon currently riding his cock as they ate dinner. After Venomir retired, Toxic basically took over his father's position. His father roared, and his old friend's belly swelled with the amount of cum in him now.

Right now they were eating, a few servants were serving them food, or servicing the two while they ate. Cyril was pleased to feel a new wind dragon servant sucking his cock under the table as he ate his deer meat, and wine. A small light green dragon had just came over to Cyril with both a platter of meat and a large cup of wine. Cyril could smell the quality of the wine, his father had him trained to recognize the quality of wine from smell and taste, and servants by their asses or mouths.

"My lord, here is your dinner." The green dragon spoke timidly. He somehow seemed even smaller, that Cyril thought, while he seemed bigger, taking on more of his father's physical characteristics, or at least in size and muscles. Cyril thought his father would be happy, but instead it seemed to piss him off even more.

"Thank you Toxic." Cyril replied. Though his father may not be so kind with the servants Cyril knew that servants knew things that they wouldn't want to be leaked out. His father though wasn't kind and would often be the one to discipline them if they made mistakes like dropping the food or talking out of turn. Cyril knew his father could be barbaric, but there wasn't much he could do to change it until he was the head of the house.

"There is no need to thank the servants, son." Tundran spoke coldly, while Cyril didn't flinch and shrink anymore, Toxic did.

"Sir, I wouldn't drink the wine." Toxic whispered. Cyril could only roll his eyes at that. He had wine every day for weeks now, ever since before he turned of age. A sudden twitch from his ass, made him wonder why was his ass so sore the last few weeks. It was something he couldn't figure out, or why he was ogling the guard's and servant's cocks so much, and to his silent shame his father's.

~~~

The memory blurred until it came back into focus. Cyril was on the table, with a pleasurable burn coming from his ass, and pressure on his back. Looking up Cyril saw his own father, his face in bliss as he thrusted into his own son. Cyril never felt so needy though. He couldn't figure out why he was so needy, looking over he saw his servant looking at the two with a sorrowful look.

Toxic's warning came to the forefront of his mind. He realized that Toxic was trying to help him, but he made a mistake. He should have listened. Cyril's mind was wiped by another hard thrust making him scream in pleasure. His father seemed to know where his prostate was and was taking pleasure in beating it hard.

"That's it son, bend to your father's will. Your father knows best. I only slipped this drug to smaller nobles who opposed by laws and ideas, a few dragons I wanted as servants, like Toxic and Veenomir, but for you. I'll make an exception. You'll never oppose me, even when you take over my pleasure will be yours. My word will by your law." Tundran montoned, taking a sick pleasure in seeing his son in an obedient state.

Cyril didn't know how but he would escape and make his father pay, though when his father spoke. "I can do no wrong Cyril, you know that, I know that." With that any resistance in Cyril's mind went blank, repeating his father's words over and over.

"Father can do no wrong, I know that." Cyril couldn't stop his own mouth from speaking those words.

~~~

Cyril shook his head. He was able to escape his father, but he could never remove the effects of those submissive drugs, despite the best alchemist there was. Even now he had a need, that is why he had Toxic still as a servant, who was under his chair, they had a hole placed in it and the cushion, so Toxic could serve Cyril and make up for the day he couldn't save his kind master, by Toxic's own choice. While not mates Cyril still saw Toxic as a friend as well as a fuck buddy, due to his duties with the other guardians.

Looking forward, Cyril couldn't help but look at the cocks of his guards and of Coal's. Cyril could only nod knowing that the dragons who protect him and the other guardians were superior to that noble in every way. The memory of him escaping his father's hold came to Cyril's mind.

~~~

His father was old know, his body was breaking down, and many of the small houses were calling his ideas ancient or out of date. Seeing this loss of respect broke Tundran. Cyril knew then and there we would take over and help his father out in controlling the smaller houses.

A week later it was announced that Cyril was now the new head of the house of Tundrian. It had mix results.

The dragon populace were in celebration, a new head of the house, and Cyril was quiet generous to them, leaving more less fortunate dragons to celebrate. The lesser noble houses were a different story, many of them making snide remarks or discounting the new ice dragons ideas due to his 'inexperience' Cyril knew the real reason. They had defeated his father at last, but now Cyril had countered their plans, and now they were on the war against him. It was a long and hard political war, but at the end Cyril won, and the houses had to bow to his whims and laws. It appeared that since his appearance was so close to his father's that that drug started to make them obedient to him, but Cyril had suspicions, that his father may have started to reprogram them, to obey only him, and force Cyril to retire and Tundran to come back out of retirement, he found it hard to disobey his father still.

~~~

Cyril shook his head. That memory seemed right and wrong at the same time as well. There had to be more, Cyril closed his eyes focusing on that memory trying to see what was the issue.

~~~

_His father was getting old now, but he still loved to fuck. He was still fucking at least four virgins a day. The fucking kept the old dragons hips and legs strong, while his arms and chest grew weak and flabby. He still took time to fuck his son, with the spiked wine. _

That was until one day his father was acting differently. The wine and meat and just been served, but Cyril wasn't feeling the need for something under his tail. Soon though his father though let out a moan so needy that it made Cyril jump in surprise.

"I need. I need something in me!" Tundran moaned. Looking around, Cyril noticed that Toxic was smiling at him, it looked that the servants were happy, several retired servants were also there, just as Venomir, Diamonte, Asher, Windium, and many more to see Tundran get a taste of his own medicine. Or at least, Cyril suspected this, as Toxic kept on trying to spill the wine or have the bottle somehow get dropped. Which often lead to the servants holes getting fucked so badly that they couldn't walk okay for a month.

"Cyril, please. Please. Fuck your father." The need to still obey his father was ingrained in Cyril's mind. Without any hesitation, Cyril, was out of his seat and moving behind his father, and yanked his tail up.

"FUCK!" Tundran moaned from the pain. Cyril though was mesmerized by the old purple hole between the round powder blue ass checks. Sure the old hole may be old, and loose, but knowing his father he was still a virgin.

Cyril's cock was now hard, a proud thirteen inches with six ridges, and leaking pre. With a quick thrust Cyril was inside of his father. Cyril knew that that fifth ridge of his cock was the sensitive one, and his father's hole was surprising good at stimulating that ridge.

Cyril thrusted at a steady rate. He was recalling clearly now what his father did to him. Smiling he started to program his father.

"You're old father. So weak. All that is good of you now is your hole, and you LOVE my dick inside of you. That is all you crave now. My dick in your ass. You'll stop giving me commands father, I'm in charge. Remember those things." Cyril, told him in a commanding voice. There were some small whispers from the servants as they plead for a few favors from Cyril. The young noble knew he saved him, and was keen on rewarding those servants, after he was sure that these new impulses he was placing in his father stuck.

"You're in charge son. I listen and follow your commands. All I want is your dick in my ass." Tundran repeated his voice lacking any emotion.

"Good father. You'll treat the servants with respect, suck them off when commanded, or let them fuck you at their whims." Cyril growled. Cyril knew that the servants had flipped things, and he wanted to stay on their good side.

"Let servants fuck me, suck them off." The elder ice dragon spoke.

"Good job father." Cyril teased, his hips starting to slam into his father with double the starting force. Cyril knew that his father got off on having power over others, but he didn't know he had that kink as well. The two started to rut in earnest each trying to get as much pleasure from the other as possible.

With a loud roar, the son inseminated his father, leaving the older dragon's body to collapse into a puddle of his own cum

"Good job Tundran." Cyril spoke as he slipped out. "You'll forget all of this happened, and forget that you had the spiked wine. From now one you'll ask for that wine, and drink it earnestly Giving his last command Cyril smiled and moved over to Toxic kissing him in earnest hoping to convey his gratitude to the poison dragon.

"Toxic, please come here." Cyril spoke with such kindness, that the young poison dragon came forward.

"Yes, master." Cyril wasn't phased by the last word, as Toxic and the other servants had started to call him that after he became of age.

"You have saved me. Is there anything I can do for you?" Cyril asked.

"Can, can you help my father. He is trapped in the basement making the poison and adding it to the wine. Please let him out, and then try to see if you can reverse the programming, or free him. Please." Toxic spoke, tears falling down his face.

"I don't know if it is possible, but I will spend time and resources trying to help him. I trust you Toxic." Cyril spoke, cupping the poison dragon's face in his claws.

"More, fuck me more!" Tundran yelled with urgent need

"That is why I'm willing to do this." Cyril spoke, taking a bottle of the spiked wine and downing a good mouthful.

"Master... Why..." Toxic spoked shocked.

"I need someone I trust to try to undo these commands." Cyril spoke quickly. "So please." Toxic gave a loving, caring, and grateful look to the younger ice dragon.

Cyril turned to his father, who was laying on the table, cum leaking out of his ass, and plunged his cock into the now lubed hole. As they fucked, Cyril could hear Toxic's smooth voice breaking through the lust haze he was in.

"Cyril, you are a strong independent dragon. You can think for yourself, and don't need to rely on your father. You have been kind to the servants, please remember to keep being kind to your fellow dragon. You don't have to raise your tail if you don't want to any more master, you can fuck dragons as you please. You can look beyond your father's goals, and do what you want to do. You'll be able to remember everything, that has happened while in this state, even the past ones, you were ordered not to." Toxic kept on speaking, while placing a claw on Cyril's thrusting body. Cyril would normally try and fight, but this time he let the words into his mind, he could feel it shift slightly trying to obey the words Toxic was saying.

Once his father was a needy greedy cock slut, Cyril moved to cement his role as the head of the house of Fimbulwinter. He never pulled out the wine again on any dragon who asked to be his servant.

_Sadly Cyril had to pull out the wine a few times with the other noble dragons. Tundran had instilled such loyalty into them that it was almost a revolt when it was announced that Cyril was the new head of the house of Fimbulwinter. A week after he broke his father, and he didn't visit them. They seemed to question every move he made, every law, even his bid for the ice guardian throne. A bit of wine and fucking, and soon Cyril had control of the other noble houses. It was then that Cyril set his sights on the ice guardian seat. _

~~~

"Guards." Cyril spoke up. The guards stopped with the struggling fire dragon to look back at the ice guardian.

"Please bring Coal to me, I want to talk to him again for a moment." Cyril spoke, a cruel smile spreading over his face. The guards also smiled that this. When Cyril and Toxic came to the temple, the guards and guardians were told of what happened to the two. They were all sworn to secrecy though.

Cyril moved to the side of his throne, and pulled out a bottle of spiked wine. With a quick ice breath, it brought the wine to a chilling temperature.

"I'm sorry Coal about your reception here, here, have a bit of wine, Cyril spoke pouring out a good size amount of wine into a goblet Cyril created out of ice.

Coal took a generous gulp. It took only a moment before Coal's eyes fogged, and soon the dragon was showing signs of needing a cock up his ass and his mind became malleable for Cyril and the guards to reprogram.

"Guards." Cyril spoke again. "Prepare to fuck, and we need to keep this quiet from Terrador." Cyril spoke. The guard's eyes had a lustful glimmer enter them as their cocks got hard. While Cyril had told Terrador about the drink and the green dragon had told them that there were some servants and guards that were obviously spies sent by nobles. Cyril was quick to give them the wine, while Ignitus was appalled by Cyril using the wine to make the dragons loyal to the guardians. There were even a few times, since the first fuck session where they talked about the lower nobles, that Terrador had asked Cyril for a bottle of that wine. Luckily Cyril was able to make more wine due to Toxic learning which poison to produce from his father, who was now living a comfortable life up in Glacierspire, and the other servants were happy with the arrangements Cyril had made for them.

"Coal." Cyril spoke moving around the now submissive fire dragon.

"You aren't as powerful as you think you are." Cyril spoke, moving to behind Coal and yanked the dragon's tail up. He seemed to have a nice tail whole, probably a virgin. It was a very deep, almost blood red.

"You are a greedy slut though." Cyril spoke.

"I'm a greedy slut." Coal spoke back.

"Not only do dragons fuck you, but so does the cheetahs, and moles." Cyril spoke, getting off at the irony of the commands being placed into the red dragon's mind.

Coal seem to shiver at the word 'mole.' "I let everything fuck me: dragons, cheetahs, moles, everyone."

"Yes. You came here today, begging for the guards to fuck you, since you heard that only one guardian is here, but no cumming till I say so." Cyril spoke Cyril wasn't going to fucking, but his tail hole was needy and the fear guard dragon looked to have a nice size cock to help him.

"Okay, wake up, but don't remember drinking the wine or this little conversation." Cyril spoke. Coal shook his head coming out of his daze.

The fire dragon looked up and saw the ice dragon with his cock hard and drooling. The fire dragon seemed to be much more docile than before, and also started to drool both from mouth and cock, while looking at the royal purple cock in front of him.

"So Coal." Cyril spoke, looking over a page "What is that you came in for today."

Coal was on his hands and knees quickly. "Ice Guardian Cyril. Please, I haven't been fucked properly for a week. I need a good fucking." The fire dragon spoke his tone was begging and needy, a better cry from the pompous tone he had when he came in.

"Okay." Cyril spoke. "Guards, we have a slut here. He needs some assistance." Cyril continued. Surprisingly Cyril had a brief flash in his mind of the guards wearing gold and purple armor, but now they were naked, their muscled and large body with decent size cocks on full display. This was right. This was heaven.

"Would you be willing to help the poor dragon." Cyril asked. The guard's answer was nonverbal, but their leaking stiff dicks were enough to tell Cyril that they loved the idea of fucking the fire dragon.

Without a second of hesitation, the guards jumped on the fire dragon. From the look of it, the dragon was getting spit roasted, while getting double penetrated and pumping two of the guards cocks while getting fucked.

Cyril saw that Tremor, he was a big dragon, very good for intimating. He actually scared lots of dragon just by scowling at him. He was large, and muscular. He was the only guard not participating in the fuckfest. Getting up, Cyril wanted take care of himself now. Grabbing his pillow he got down on all fours with his cock being rubbed against the silk and stain, fluffy pillow covered in cum stains. Lifting his ass up, he got into position and gave his order.

"I require your assistance, Tremor, fuck me now." Cyril ordered. Tremor practically ran, and slammed his cock into his ass hole. It was so good. He was being stretched out his prostate was being rubbed and pounded in the best way possible. The need in his ass was being calmed. Stupid father causing him to need a cock in his ass all the time. Cyril could feel his balls tighten, and wanted to edge, and was using his will to keep himself from cumming. He wanted everyone to cum after or when he did. He knew they wouldn't until he ordered them too. He just lost himself getting closer and closer to the edge of bliss, but he kept himself from falling over the edge. He exercised his control over his orgasm for a good half and hour. Once he stopped himself from cumming for the seventh time, he was ready.

"Alright CUM!" Cyril ordered, and the guards, Coal, and himself came at the same time. Cyril had to smile it wasn't only the drug that did that to Coal, but Terrador was also a very good trainer for the guards.

Cyril smiled feeling content with another good day as part of the guardian's council.

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Well this concludes this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. We actually got some sex here. I can't wait to hear which dragon you want next, reviews and comments are welcomed.