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Coaxal was an old crow. Very old and very much the definition of someone that had lived for his entire life in a place that actively tried to kill him every time he woke up and walked out of his house. He was the perfect representation of the will of the desert: stubborn, dried up but terribly clever, and with a bit of a sixth sense. He had lived through decades of the ravaging sand storms that plagued the desert and outlived some of the braver youths because of that special sense that told him when things were starting to get too bad to go out of the house. However, when the crow looked out into the storm that had just broken out, at the swirling clouds of sand that some old insane magic had caused in the first place, he realized that despite this one being quite average in its destructive capabilities, there was something... wrong with it. He watched as the ethereal winds that could turn bones into dust and had ground down entire cities into fine mist over the years crashed over the invisible barrier that kept him and his village safe. Like many had begun to do so many years ago, he prayed and thanked the Queen for the gift of life she had bestowed upon the entire desert. Her magic and her powers kept the crystals and their spells working and her people alive. The barrier itself could not be seen but its effects were so clear to those who had the luck of receiving them that it might have well been shining like gold. Wave after wave of sand washed over it, angry and bloodthirsty as ever and utterly unable to even scratch the frail old crow who stood five feet near the border of the storm.

His eyes looked beyond it, searching for... something, something that he felt in his guts was out there and needed help, but he could only wait for the sand tides to calm and so he did. However, the moment that he could step out safely, or as safely as one could in that region of the world, Coaxal rushed on his steed, a reptilian beast that was as old and as ill-tempered as he was and ventured outside the limits of the barrier, all six of the beast's limbs digging into the soft ground to propel itself forward. He searched, following his instincts, he searched for a good few hours without even knowing what he was looking for, sure that he'd recognise his catch when he'd see it. As the next storm closed in, a wall of yellow billowing miles and miles in the distance, he spotted something laying in the sand. Over the years he had scavenged many things, old things and new things carried by the wind, but never in ninety years he had been so lucky as to find someone and not just someone: someone alive and breathing. The desert had the nasty habit of killing pretty much anything with a pulse and most things that didn't as well, but the small lizard girl he dug out of the rocks, covered in sand, bruised and bleeding in a few places, had defied that absolute rule. Coaxal looked at his silent, feral companion and tossed the girl on his back and bolted out of the wilderness for the safety of the barrier.

Despite not being a doctor, he knew she was in a bad shape, no way she had stood so close to death and had come out fine, but the village had no doctor and even if there was one, they would not have been able to treat her properly. The only one who could heal wounds and broken bones was a young naga pharmacist that had arrived after finishing his studies at the capital's university and got thrown the task to handle the two hundred living souls of the village. He gave Coaxal the suggestion to take the stranger to the hospital of the capital, sure that the Queen's best doctors would be better suited for the task. Grumbling, protesting and cussing at the young man's inability to handle anything worse than a fever with the same lovely attitude he gave everyone, the crow strapped the rescued girl onto his ride and headed back out, sprinting across the dunes. If there was anyone to see the scene, to witness an aged crow gently care for a girl on her deathbed with the care that Coaxal showed her, they might have felt warmth and hope, or maybe shook their heads at the effort that might just be in vain at best or cause both their deaths at worst. Those who met him would have simply thought they were hallucinating.

There were normally three days of travel between that small village and the capital, but Coaxal managed to make it in under two, pushing his companion beyond what he normally asked and by the time the second day's sun shone high above his balding black head, the dome of the capital was in sight. Under any other circumstance he would have stopped and watched with pride at the magnificent city, the tall cliffs that had protected it for years before the Queen herself had arrived, however, that day was not one for admiration. He barely stopped and rushed into the city gates, through the market that had just gotten to its most heated point as the restaurants and street vendors haggled with customers for fresh food and said customers argued for the seats with the best view and then barged into the hospital. Several doctors threw themselves on the lucky girl, patching the scarred hide with salves and bandages, smearing the sun-bleached body with oils to moisturize her and buy time for the more magically talented healers to come and begin the last touches to save her life.

As the days passed and scores of doctors of all shapes and species cluttered around her, Coaxal simply stood by, watching, occasionally smoking with his pipe and punctually getting scolded by the nurses for getting that nasty tobacco smell all over the place. Bit by bit the young lizard recovered: her body stopped being so dehydrated, the smooth scales on her shoulders and the outer parts of her thighs and arms gaining some of their shine and lustre back although the scars that the storm had inflicted remained visible. A few doctors worried that she'd be angry because they had not managed to patch her up in time, but the crow was sure that she'd wear them proudly, proof she had survived and come out alive, that she had won over the desert of death. When she finally woke up, two weeks after she had been brought in, Coaxal was still stubbornly by her side, outlasting even the doctors, patiently waiting for her to return to the world of the living.

"And here I thought I would have to spend the rest of my days waiting for you to wake up." He took a puff of smoke and blew it out of the window, a moderately strong gust of wind carrying it far away from him and hopefully out of the nurses' smelling range.

"Where... where am I?" The lizard tried to get up but her muscles failed her, merely allowing her back to lift a couple inches off the soft bed before giving out and making her fall down. "Where am I?"

"First of all: you're alive and not yet dead, although you came pretty damn close to leaving us; secondly: you're in the capital, in the hospital where I took you to save your life."

"The... the capital? What capital?"

"Kharisha, in the Taravanne desert." Her head snapped towards him when he said that, her eyes open in disbelief. For the first time in over two weeks the two looked each other in the eye.

"But... I was not even... even close to Kharisha when I... oh, gods above how am I still alive?" She looked around, confused, trying to get her body to move and allow her to stand up, do anything. Coaxal rolled his eyes and pressed one hand over her chest, gently pushing her back on the bed.

"Calm down girl, you should not move too much. The doctors did their best to patch you up but you caught the full weight of that storm. They may be the best thing around here and just short of the Queen herself but you should not put the strength of their stitches and bandages too much to the test." His words, although coarse and spoke in the same gravelly tone of every crow to ever live, were calming and reasonable enough for the panicking, confused young woman to listen to.

"So, you saved me."

"Yes, I did." He took another puff of smoke after checking the hallway for the nurses again. "You're welcome by the way."

"I didn't say 'thank you' yet." She slowly inched her head over the pillows, straightening her back inch after inch to better look at the room she was in. He waved his feathery arm in her direction and sat down on the chair he had stolen from someplace else.

"I don't need your thanks or even your money for all that's worth, I need you to get better and stay Alive. That is all." She frowned, her arms resting on her lap, thumbs criss-crossing over each other. "I'm serious. In the desert having someone pay after being saved, it's just plain greed and it does not help anyone, not even the doctors who do the saving." Coaxal sighed and took another puff, then turned his pipe upside down and tossed the ash into the nearest plant pot. She frowned again as she watched him put more tobacco in the pipe and light it up with a flick of his fingers. The sight of magic on his part made her eyes go wide as dinner plates. "I can do a few tricks but that's about it." The old crow held up a finger in the air and swirled it around, a weak flame following his movements before being snuffed out by a gust of wind. "Useful for lighting my pipe, the fire under my stove and little more." Another puff, another wisp of smoke. "But enough rambling girl. Name's Coaxal. Yours?"

"Eli." She leaned back and let gravity drag her body into the soft pillows.

"Isn't Eli a boy's name?" She nodded, he stared at her for a few seconds with eyes that were probably twice if not three times older than she was and then shrugged. It wasn't his place to judge names after all. "So, I rescued you from a patch of rocks in the middle of nowhere, a few miles away from my village. The question is: what the hell were you doing there?"

"I... it's a long story."

"Want to tell it?" He cocked an eyebrow, Eli looked at the ceiling for a bit and then at the fluttering cotton curtains.

"It was supposed to be an expedition... my father is a merchant but likes to dabble with old relics and sells them to mages and nobles who he trades with." She paused. "We were caught by the storm just before we could hide in a cave or set up camp, our mage disappeared, probably caught by some sand trap. We were not prepared at all." Coaxal took the deepest puff so far and held it in his lungs for a while.

"But that's not all there is to the story, right? I know when someone has secrets and you girl, you have many." The crow exhaled, spreading grey smoke over the floor. "Like what you so desperately try to hide on your body." Eli blushed hard, her hands rushing to bunch up the sheets and forming a ball right above her legs. "Oh, don't you give me that look. I saw it when the doctors undressed you to rub your body with lotions and herbs." She blushed harder. "I don't know what kind of life you have lived before but things here are different. The Queen made sure no one would be left behind. Why else would she give us protection and ask for nothing in return if she wasn't kind and gentle?" Eli was left speechless for a moment as the clearly grumpy crow's expression relaxed for a second. "I remember the day she passed by our village during one of her explorations, she asked us for food and water and then gave us the crystal that contains the spell that protects everyone under her rule." She swore she had almost seen a smile appear on his beak. "So don't you lump me in with whoever made you hide yourself, alright? I may be an old crow that lives in the desert but I have manners damnit!"

"Mind your words, Mr. Coaxal." From the fluttering drapes that separated the room the two were in from the rest of the hospital, a colourful avian male, a peacock, waltzed inside with a couple of nurses in tow. The two young assistants, one fox and one wolf, helped Eli get seated more comfortable, making sure that the bandages would not come off as they did so. "And no smoking. We've told you dozens of times about our policies." The crow simply scoffed and kept taking puffs. The peacock rolled his eyes and smoothed his feathers. "Hello miss, I'm Dr. Fyr, part of the team that has cared for you for the past two weeks."

"Two... two weeks?"

"Yes, you made a surprisingly quick recovery for someone that has suffered the brunt of a storm." He smiled, the feathers of his tail fanning out ever so slightly. "I am so glad you're awake and clearly have suffered no damage other than a few scars and some cracked scales here and there. I'm sure you'll be able to leave this place soon enough." Eli looked at her hands when Fyr mentioned leaving the hospital. "If you could tell us the village or the area of the city you live in, we'll arrange a carriage to take you home."

"I, uhm, I'm from outside the desert." The nurses froze for a split second as did the doctor. "I'm from a town near the city of Kressia. My ancestors come from there." The nurses' mouths opened in a big O and moved to the side, chatting among themselves as they looked upon the lizard girl.

"Well if you want us to arrange for a caravan to take you home or join one in a few months we could assist you." The peacock smiled as wide as he could.

"And if I don't want to leave? How would I pay the fees for my treatment?" Eli looked around nervously, but the doctor did not break his smile for a split second. Coaxal scoffed.

"I already told her she doesn't need to pay but I guess her approach to this matters is radically different from ours." The crow stood up and stretched his dried up legs and his back, waving his hand to make the smoke hanging around him dissipate and putting his pipe into its pouch on his chest. "She's a merchant, she thinks only in terms of money like the rest of her lot. I doubt she'll even allow you to let her go without repaying you."

"Is there some kind of job I could take to earn money and pay the hospital fees?" As tired and weak as the young lizard looked, even the doctor could not deny she had some fire in her eyes.

"Miss..."

"Eli."

"Miss Eli, our hospital works differently than most hospitals outside the desert: this place was created to make sure the few people that lived in this city would be able to keep going and payment was never taken because it would be greedy of our ancestors to demand the money of people who were already suffering because of the land around them. However, that was before the Queen arrived and saved us." The same look of happiness and pride appeared in their eyes as their chests rose up and swelled with it. "That being said, we decided to keep true to our traditions and we still don't accept payment, especially from young girls like you who have nothing but the hide on their backs to their name." Fyr patted her back, sitting on the edge of the bed she was on. "If you truly believe you want to stay and repay that old coot out there for taking the risk of dragging you across the desert for a hundred miles, I'll call a few friends and ask if they have some light jobs for you to take."

"Thank you." Eli nodded, he repaid in kind. "But... he told me that you saw... you saw my body, uhm, naked I mean... are you sure that there will be work suited for me?" Again her hands bunched up the sheets above her legs.

"Miss Eli, have you ever seen our Queen?" She shook her head. "Then it makes sense, few places in the world are like Kharisha and fewer still are the people like the ones that live here. Here we have never discriminated against race, species or gender because that would make it even harder. Less hands to work and more stress than there needs to be. Plus those who had the time to worry about what is between someone's legs or what they do with it died because they refused help from those very same people." Fyr chuckled, maybe a bit out of touch given his words. "The desert is a bit of a cruel mistress."

"So, there won't be any trouble?"

"I doubt people would even bat an eye." The smile the peacock gave her was so warm she could do little but relax. "Now, there is one thing that I do need to ask and I need an honest answer." In the room fell a few seconds of silence interrupted only by the fluttering of cloth and the sound of Eli breathing slightly deeper. "Have you ever had magical training? Any past contact with mages or high-class spells of any kind?"

"Not that I am aware of... Why?"

"The storms are magical in nature, otherwise they would not be as terrifying or destructive as they are, probably they are the result of some ancient disaster or war from some highly advanced magical society. We know that individuals with extremely high magic tolerance or those with talent for spells might last longer in the desert because the ethereal winds affect them less. If you are magically gifted it might explain why you lived where anyone would have perished." Eli scratched her shoulder, thinking deeply.

"I am not a mage, nor have I ever gotten close enough to one for that matter but I did hear my father once spoke with a sorcerer or spellcaster of sorts after I was born and when..." The blush on her face deepened. "When I hit puberty." Everyone in the room felt extremely confused but did not speak. "Eli is a guy's name." The awkward silence continued for a while, Eli still blushing and now trying to cover her chest as well, putting her arms over the swell of her breasts with the covers still bunched up. Fyr opened his mouth in understanding after a bit, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Then he nodded to the nurses who walked out of the room and dragged the eavesdropping crow out of the way. "It's a very long story."

"I understand, however, I must know if there were curses involved. If what I understand is correct and what you say is true, then you are special in some way."

"I don't know if there were curses, I was never told much." Her expression darkened a bit.

"As long as you're not under any spell or curse you should be fine then." Fyr smiled and stood up, straightening the bed sheets as he did so. She looked at him with a confused expression again. "Oh, I'm leaving you for now, you need to rest and think about what you want to do in the future. I'll make sure that crow does not bother you for a while."

"Speaking of 'that crow'" Eli flashed him a wry, embarrassed smile. "I'd like to show you my gratitude as well when I can." The crow rolled his eyes and was ushered out of the room by the doctor all the while mumbling something about greed and merchants who made people pay too much for spices.

Seven seconds later, Eli was alone in her bed and settling into the pillows, breathing lightly as she still held her hands over her chest. A flood of bad memories rushed inside her head and made the young lizard frown and fall deep in thought.

Over the next few days things started moving at a quicker pace. Eli was able to get some real sleep instead of merely lying unconscious on the bed and was even able to stomach some food for the first time in a long while. The doctors changed the bandages several times and spread more salves and oils over the ruined scales that were already on their way to a good recovery. Coaxal never quite left the room or her side, keeping her company and generally entertained by complaining about all sorts of minor things he was experiencing away from his house and the quiet of the small village he was used to living in.

She was still puzzled by the way this crow had decided to stay near her for no apparent reason other than simply because he wanted and could. Initially she had thought it was because he wanted her to repay him in some way but in the same way she was stubbornly trying to give him some compensation, or rather the promise of a compensation, he was stubbornly refusing every last coin she could have given her. At some point during the first week after she woke up, Eli managed to get back on her feet and clumsily walk over to the balcony that opened onto the street below and had the first look at the city that was Kharisha: it was a jewel stuck in the middle of nothing, and few other words could describe it. Far in the distance there was nothing but sand and bones buried beneath it, no water for hundreds of miles and even less in the way of life, but here there were small rivers that glittered under the sun like azure snakes digging through the ground, palm and date and fig trees peppering gardens and rooftops. There were so many people Eli couldn't believe it, hundreds and thousands of living beings going about their lives, making trades, cooking, smelting, teaching and making statues, there were guards, thieves like in any other city or town, there was a market, bars and places of worship, hot springs that some skilled labourers maintained and farms peppering the outskirts to feed all these people. Thousands and thousands all relying on one single person and her skill. Eli looked up for hours at the shimmering dome that protected the city, perplexed as to how one could even create it, alone to boot, even more as to how one could not make money out of this invention. She was told that the protective shield had been given to them for free and so were the other smaller versions to the villages around Kharisha and as a merchant, she could not fathom why the Queen had done that and yet she did not doubt the version of things she had been told.

One day, after one of the increasingly long walks that Eli was starting to take around the hospital, the young lizard found that her room was far more crowded than it had been in a while with several new people that she had not seen before. At the forefront stood a towering giraffe, her head more than a foot above everyone else's, giving her a bit of an aloof look despite her posture indicating that she was the one in charge in the entire room. Her clothes were the ones of someone either very rich or very powerful, thin silk covering her lithe frame and doing little to conceal her breasts or the gap between her legs, which made her think that she belonged to both categories if her merchant instinct was right. Around here there were several wolves in what she guessed was a guard's clothing, swords to their waists and claws covered by silver gauntlets that also told of their status in the city. Around her stood Fyr, Coaxal and a few other doctors, their group more loosely formed against the wolves' tidy line-up. She timidly walked in, attracting the attention of everyone in a couple of seconds.

"Miss Eli, there you were. How was your walk today?" Fyr smiled and urged her to come closer.

"I got lost in the left wing again, but I took just a few minutes to find my way."

"Ah yes, yes, the left wing was made very early in the history of our city and it is quite messy, but we like it that way." A cough from the wolves around him made him remember their presence. "I have someone to present to you today." He extended one hand towards the giraffe and bowed ever so slightly. "This is lady Nireba, a close aide to our Queen and captain of the guards of the palace." The realization that the giraffe was not with an escort just because she was an eminent figure but because she was the head of those very same guards shocked Eli and made her panic for a moment. Such a thing was not missed.

"Are they... are they here because I trespassed the desert's border?"

"No, not at all miss. They are here for another reason." Fyr smiled and patter her back gently to reassure her. "Remember when I said I'd call a friend and ask if there was a job for you somewhere? Well, this is my friend." That did little to lessen the lizard's worry or nervousness, but as the giraffe extended a hand for her to shake, she had little choice but to reply in kind.

"Nireba, pleasure to meet you."

"The pl-pleasure is mine, my lady." Eli almost immediately cursed herself for stuttering and straightened her back.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to punish you or whatever you are thinking. Unlike the nations around us, Kharisha does not have a border, we don't need to: the desert is our domain simply because no one else wants it. Whether you enter or not is not our problem, it is merely the trespasser's for we don't know where they are and neither will they after the first storm hits and the dunes change." The way Nireba spoke was all the more confirmation of her status: confident, full of authority and wisdom. "I am here because Fyr has made me aware of your circumstances and your... monetary plight." Eli gulped. "Now, people so selfless and willing to repay those who help them, to the extent you are showing to boot, are rare even in Kharisha. I wouldn't even try to find someone like you outside of it if I had ten times the men I have at my disposal. For that reason I am here to tell you that the Queen has recently asked me to search for a new servant for her palace."

"The... the palace?"

"Yes." Nireba nodded, her long neck making the simple gesture feel all the grander and exaggerated to a degree while remaining elegant at the same time. "It pays extremely well and has perks that most would drool for around these parts."

"But..."

"If you are wondering why, the answer is simple: you are gifted in regards to magic. Whether it's because you have been touched by it before or simply because you have been born like this, I don't care. Talent is talent and we need it to survive out here. I trust Fyr has already made that abundantly clear." Eli nodded slightly and started to relax. "However I need to hear your story before I can decide whether to allow you to enter into the Queen's service. No secrets or the chance will go away, is that clear?"

"Ye-yes." The lizard looked at her feet and sighed, pondering on what to say and what to do. After a few seconds she sighed again and looked back up in the giraffe's eyes. "My name is Eli Vyrion, first... daughter of Cormac Vyrion, merchant from Carlissya." Her voice steeled itself as she spoke and her back straightened ever so slightly. "I was sent here to explore ruins that my father was told about months ago so that I could prove myself and inherit the company since he is ill and my brothers would be next in line." She paused, looking at the peacock and the many doctors around herself.

With a deep breath, she suppressed the shivering, her tail latching onto her legs so that it wouldn't sway and convey the state of her mind. "The reason why I have to do that is that I was born... male but during my early teenage years something happened to me that caused me to grow... breasts." Eli's hands reached for her chest and rested on it gently. "I had always felt weird about myself for my entire life and when it happened I understood why I never quite felt like a man. As my father tried to hide my new body from the rest of the world I started to accept it and found that I was happier as a woman than I had ever been in years, I began to rebel against my father's orders. I... I bought dresses and didn't bind my breasts with bandages anymore. However, since my maleness was not gone and instead it... uhm, it kept growing, I could not be passed as a woman either and it made things more complicated." Eli frowned, fists balled up in anger for but a moment. The room was completely silent, many sharing her feelings, deep in thought or looking at each other with knowing gazes. "I could not be used as a bride to expand the business nor could I simply inherit the reins of the company because of my feminine behaviours. I had compromised my position by not hiding myself anymore so my father decided that I could succeed him if I were to retrieve something that would make up the value of me being sold as a bride to the best suitor. Hence the expedition to this desert."

"And let me guess: the mage disappeared and your escort suddenly didn't know where to go anymore?" Nireba scoffed and cocked her hips, visibly angry.

Eli nodded, "It was a setup and I knew it, I was aware that I might die and... I was ok with it." Now the people looked at her with confusion. "When your family tells you for years to hide or disappear it tends to get to you and I was almost glad when I realized I might die in this place."

"And yet you clung on to life in a way that even most of us would not be able to do." The smile on the giraffe's muzzle was warm and kind, almost full of admiration.

"Guess I didn't really want to die then." Eli shrugged. "Sometimes our thoughts are polluted by what others think of us."

"Now that I have seen and heard from you what exactly happened and your intentions, I am all the more sure you are fit to serve our Queen for the foreseeable future." Nireba smiled gently but it did little to ease Eli's doubts. "Before you say anything else, I'll have to say that a few other servants share your same condition, although theirs is less peculiar in nature so you'll find some kindred souls among your future colleagues." Nireba smiled again and crossed her arms, waiting to get an answer. The young lizard frowned and looked around herself, thinking deeply. It sounded like an amazing offer, too good to be true and as a merchant she knew how these kinds of deals ended up every time. However, this place was not like any other in the world: it was different in so many ways and from the looks of envy in the eyes of doctors and nurses alike, from the puffed chests of every guard that looked overly proud of being able to work in the palace, presumably, she could almost swear this was not going to be a miss.

"Alright." There was a chorus of happiness from the audience as the scantily-clad giraffe shook Eli's hand.

"I will give you a few more days to rest and then I will come back to pick you up for the first day of work. I'll be sure to have the servants give you some of the lighter jobs until you're fully back on your feet."

"Thank you, Lady Nireba."

"No problem, the desert is cruel so we have to look out for each other. No matter what."

The giraffe and her escort were out quickly after Eli had accepted the job and disappeared out of the curtains, leaving behind little more than a faint scent of expensive perfumes and the general giddiness of the nurses that had come to see what the fuss was all about. Eli shook many more hands for a few hours and then returned to her sitting spot on the balcony, still looking at the city but this time finding her gaze moving more and more often towards the palace of the Queen, a structure that she might have mistaken as a regular noble's home rather than the one of the ruler of the entire desert.

She fell asleep that night wondering just how incredible of a person that Queen must have been to make so many people follow her with such energy. Not even the emperors outside the desert enjoyed such single-minded devotion, even from their closest friends. It was always a game of who could gain more from the other, relationships were exploited for the same reason even between family members, but not these people. As the desert tried to silence them, they stood together and united under the flag of their Queen. It was a beautiful thing, that much was obvious.

Nireba came again after five days, just as Eli had managed to walk properly again without leaning on walls or using the cane she had been provided for a couple days. The lizard stood straight, albeit she wobbled a bit every now and then when she was tired and walked with determination. The guards escorted the noble giraffe and the lizard out of the hospital, the doctors throwing cheers and farewells liberally, proud of the young woman who had overcome the desert. The carriage she got on was luxurious: an open roof, soft padding for the seats and two purebred reptiles with glittering scales. More guards stood by it, although Eli was sure that there was no need for that, no one would dare to attack or rob the giraffe who represented the Queen. However, in between all the gold, silver and soft silks, there was one scantily dressed old crow who stood out like a lump of coal on a white tablecloth. It was so weird it was perfect.

"Coaxal."

"Girl." He had not yet called her by her name but neither cared about it. "I heard that you're leaving for the Queen's palace." Eli nodded. "Well, I'll go back to my home for the time being but when I come here again, and I will, I'd like you to present me to the Queen." Coaxal scratched his neck feathers, ruffling them a bit more. "It would be my payment for saving you, let's put it at that."

"I'll... I'll do my best." The young lizard nodded and watched the crow leave, disappearing into the crowd like a ghost.

Moments later she was in the carriage and on her way to the Palace, her heart thumping madly in her chest. Above the sun shone strong, partially dimmed by the same barrier that kept the sand out, giving the city a slightly less oppressive feeling, while the light was just as intense. Much like the black unkempt feathers of her saviour, Eli's skin and scales was not quite as pristine or neat: in between the few bandages she had left, one could see scars, patches that lacked scales and some cuts that had failed to heal properly. The lizard covered herself up but there was not much cloth on her, surely not enough to hide herself underneath it completely.

Within fifteen minutes she had to step out of the carriage, right after the vehicle entered the grounds of the Palace, which was far less distinct than she imagined it to be: there were no walls to separate it from the rest of the city, just a massive garden in which hundreds were free to move about as if they were not stepping into their Queen's private property. At this point Eli was not shocked to see such freedom of movement, instead it just strengthened her belief that this mysterious Queen was someone of truly remarkable make. The guards bowed to Nireba one last time and then moved around, returning to their duties now that they had fulfilled the escort task. With but a handful of wolves, Nireba moved ahead, the crowd parting around her, her clothes fluttering in the weak wind, baring her spots even more than the paper-thin layer of silk already did. Eli was just a little taken aback by this but rationalized such a bold display with the giraffe herself being a noble and yet so proud of her body.

She walked almost immediately inside the main part of the palace, a building two stories high and even three in some places, that was not quite as massive or immense as the palaces of some of the nobles she had seen, but it was certainly quite something to behold. The entrance opened onto a big room that Eli guessed was some sort of welcoming area, brightly lit, the floor covered in carpets, servants dressed with garments that anyone outside the desert would have felt to be a little too good for the bottom of the palace's hierarchy, but then again, this place was not quite like anything she had seen before.

People moved and parted around them, the guards bowing every time their paths crossed, giving them even more attention from everyone else. Nireba simply walked forward, guiding Eli through richly decorated halls, through curtains of silk that served as doors and through corridors coated in precious white stucco, lined with vases and potted plants from all over the desert. Some Eli had seen in her regular travels, some she had seen when she had gotten lost, some she had no idea where they might have been taken from at all, but that looked exotic as if they had come from the other side of the world. The two went through a dozen different rooms, through more than a dozen hallways and corridors filled with servants, citizens and even guests from afar. All paid respect to the noble giraffe, some paid attention to her outfit and some secretly paid far more attention to the lack of covering it offered but none commented too much. Some even bowed the lizard next to her, which prompted a few awkward bows from Eli in response.

They walked around, Nireba clearly going for a long detour as they passed through the same areas several times, from one end to the other, the noble giraffe giving her hints of court life and some gossip and advice. Eli was granted a peek in the communal baths where guests were discussing matters of politics or simply idle chat inside the pools of warm water from the springs, then a longer peek at the kitchen where the cooks were going to and from stations, handing each other plates and ingredients while carriers moved crates of supplies in and out of the concealed basement cellars. The palace was brimming with life and everyone seemed to be extremely energetic, no one slacking, no one trying to shy away from work which meant that there was a lack of guards enforcing the order or motivating the servants.

For a while Eli wondered why this noble was the one showing her all this, it would have been a much better and more efficient way to have someone below her to the job. Then Nireba stopped, just in front of a gate, a proper door from which the traffic was not quite as intense and that oozed an air of power. With her experience Eli guessed those were the Queen's quarters, an area reserved for her and only her. The lizard was not shocked to see such a thing, the thing that was weirder, much like other things, was the lack of security that separated that area with the one she was in.

"Eli, I am now going to pose you a question, or rather, make you an offer."

"Yes my lady." Eli gulped, stiffening and straightening her back somewhat.

"New personnel have two choices when it comes to work in the Palace: the first is to work in the general section, which is the most extensive part of the grounds, where the guests from abroad come to meet our ministers and where we conduct feasts and such, plus it's where some of the offices are located, but only those for less critical functions of the city." Nireba gestured to the part they had just visited. "Then, there are the Queen's quarters." She pointed at the gate from which she saw a couple of almost naked red cardinals, every inch of feathery body completely laid bare aside from the smallest loincloth around their nethers that allowed everyone to see the two young males' most private parts with clarity at every step. Eli blushed. She didn't dare look, guessing those two were also nobles casually strutting around the palace, almost tempted to peek at the sizable package barely hidden between their legs. "Nobles like me and some of the highest authorities live or work in that area and only a few servants are chosen by the Queen herself or by me or the chiefs of staff to work there. You are one of those."

"Wait... I already said yes to work here, I thought I would just join whatever barrack you wanted me to. You're telling me now... I-I have a choice to serve the Queen? Wh-why? I'm just the... the daughter of a foreign merchant, I'm not suitable to serve a Queen!"

"On the contrary." Nireba smiled. "From what I have gathered, you are quite talented and resourceful. Even taking aside the matter of you surviving the fury of the desert, you have been raised as the son of a wealthy merchant, as such you know of politics, of math and finance, and to add to the already sizeable list of skills, once you came out as a woman, defying your father's orders, he also had you learn how to sew, dance, sing, how to entertain guests and act like a lady." That last part earned a scoff of indignation from the noble giraffe. She had not made any attempt to hide her personal disgust about the way some treated those like Eli outside the desert. "So, if anything, you are overqualified for the position of servant. Had it been me you'd have put on a fast track to become a minister or something on that line, but our custom declares that you live in the city or in any village long enough to truly understand us to be able to become someone with power. It's a safeguard against greedy ones who think that we can be easily swayed by promises of riches down the line by marrying some of us. More than a few opportunistic marriages were shot down like that." Nireba huffed. "Anyways, while I think you would do best in a position as an administrator, I guess serving the Queen herself directly is a good start, it'll certainly be a good thing to put in your resume if you want." The giraffe chuckled lightly. "And your talents will most surely get someone's attention if you use them right. Maybe in a couple years you'll move up the ladder and a few more years down the line we could even be sitting at the same table discussing politics with foreign dignitaries."

"I see." Eli looked at the floor beneath her feet and frowned. The offer was impossibly juicy, too good to be true once more, much like many things she had come to experience in Kharisha.

"You doubt yourself too much Eli." Nireba smiled warmly. There was a long pause. "I must also warn you that our Queen is very much a peculiar one as you might have seen, which means behaviours that you would consider weird are less so here, within the limits of sanity and wellbeing of course. As you can see..." She waved at her own clothing, or severe lack of humility in her clothing. "This is what I wear, a lot of others do the same. You will most certainly see things that will make you blush, things that might make you embarrassed. You will have to become comfortable with nakedness and seeing sex here and there often."

"I understand." Eli paused. "If the Queen or you think I am good enough to work in her majesty's quarters, then I won't let you down. I would like to be part of the Queen's servants."

"It's not about our expectations Eli, it's about what you want." Nireba flashed her another warm smile. Eli felt confused: the Queen or someone very high had decided that she, a nobody, was worthy of working directly under them and it was still up to her to choose? Anyone outside these walls would have killed to have the honour to work for a king or an emperor, even as the lowliest of servants and floor cleaners. But, she was being given the choice to refuse such an offer? "You are as free here as anyone else so that your fate is entirely in your hands."

"I see... then I'll still choose to serve the Queen." Eli straightened her back properly, puffing her chest out somewhat. "If you think I am suitable, then I will prove myself to be even better."

"That's more like it." Nireba smiled warmly, placing a hand on the young lizard's shoulder and gently pushing her through the door.

The atmosphere inside was far different, as if the mere fact that nobles walked those halls was enough to let their essence seep into the stone floors and in the wooden panels of the walls. Already Eli could tell this place was in a class above the rich display she had just witnessed just outside the gates. However, she was soon shown just how much truth was in the giraffe's words regarding freedom of clothing:; barely ten seconds after stepping into the door she saw a rhino in the very same outfit she wore, albeit less rich, and moved past to let the burly male walk by. However, Eli utterly failed not to stare at the swaying sack that the huge-bodied rhino carried with himself, her eyes momentarily following the fist sized orbs that crowded between his muscular thighs, blushing hard and turning around the second she saw the man's tailhole: a puffy, fleshy ring that gaped ever so slightly, telling of a passion for men and of the skill needed to take them. When she walked along a lizard much like herself, Eli smelled the heavy scent of sex hanging around her, dense enough to leave a trail, strong enough to attract the attentions of many. Under her eyes the lithe lizard was taken in the arms of a slender mink who planted his lips upon hers and dragged her into a corner, immediately breaking into a fight between the two for who had the right to hold who.

After the fifth trio of lovers she passed by, only two minutes after getting out of the carriage, Eli could not hold her curiosity anymore and looked, scanned and drank in every sight she could and just in time because the actions of the mink and the lizard had seemingly sparked something among the entire palace. Hands reached for breasts, pulling bras out and tossing them on the ground, hands reached for loincloths and similarly tore them down and let the not-so-hidden bits of dozens be touched directly by the shining sun. The air that was already densely packed with the scent of sweat and bodies quickly grew even more dense as the shared lust mounted higher and higher, rapidly stiffening members rubbing against plump asses or even other shafts without a single shred of shame or restraint, moans already echoing in rooms and on the grass patches.

However, even as many began to grind and thrust against each other, Eli felt her eyes leading her attention towards another giraffe, one who was wearing less gold than Nireba but that had the same bold attitude as she grabbed a wolf from the ground and dropped him in her lap. The grey wolf smiled and pulled his loincloth out of the way, letting the giraffe look as a few inches of bright red shaft shamelessly slid out of his sheath. In the same shamelessly bold attitude, the giraffe pulled her own covers away just in time as a maleness proportionate to her size started to harden and slide inside the wolf's cheeks, a hint of puffy pink flesh appearing before the lizard's eyes for a fleeting moment only to be hidden by that fleshy pole. Eli gasped and looked the other way, not before managing to sneak another peek just as the giraffe's shaft spilled a few drops of clear lust that travelled from the dormant flare all the way to her creamy brown sack. Was that what the doctors meant before? Was this just how accepted those who did not conform to simply being male or female were in this land? And was this just how free the nobles in this section of the palace were? Free to outright have sex in the garden, on the stairs, on the grass and hugging the walls as they pleased? Not even the emperor she had seen when she had accompanied her father for a meeting gave his harem this much freedom, and this was not even a harem, it was just a private section of the Queen's property!

Again and again, Eli saw herself stare and gawk at the sheer numbers of nobles wearing little more than thin cloth on their genitals the closer they got to the heart of the palace. She watched as they moved about, chatting casually and laying on the grass, in groups or alone, couples blatantly showing affection regardless of combination of sexes and genders. For a moment she felt jealous of the many nobles' freedom, until a bell rang and the two lovers she was gawking at parted from each other, the wolf grabbing a rake and starting to clean the leaves that the wind had blown and the giraffe taking a tray with still icy drinks and taking them with her, her shaft as stiff as it had been a few seconds before, swaying left and right in front of her. An alligator walked by, his hands sliding over the light brown flesh, stealing a moan from the giraffe, his palm grinding on the fat flare for a few seconds before pulling away, letting the herm look as he licked his palm clean of her precum, stroking his own sizeable shaft, uncovering the pink of his glans every time the foreskin was pulled back. The two kept standing next to each other until neither could bear the stillness any longer, then the tray was dropped and any task forgotten as the giraffe fell to her knees and the alligator pressed his tip against her folds and pushed, sliding effortlessly inside, their sacks colliding over and over as they disregarded the others who walked by, the wolf she had been with smiling at the mating pair as he headed further in the palace, just as hard and dripping as many that had been caught right in the middle of their lust. Despite the bell that Eli realized was the end of the break, many of those that she just now understood to be servants and not nobles, kept on thrusting and grinding, hips dancing back and forth.

Nireba seemed completely fine with the servants not only go around half naked or having sex in the open, she was even ignoring those that disregarded the palace-wide order and continued in their own little heavens. As an outsider, Eli did not comment or ask any questions because it was all probably the Queen's will. She was, however, starting to become somewhat worried that she'd have a hard time dealing with such freedom once she was among the crowd of servants. In between her thoughts, she missed the fact that Nireba had walked into a room at long last and the guards had closed the door behind them. The room was huge, probably more than thirty feet across, filled with benches and several cabinets bolted to walls to store items and clothing, a little over twenty people of different species making it feel a little crowded.

The moment Eli heard the door close, she took a deep breath to calm herself but regretted the decision immediately as the thick, mind-clogging scent of sex rushed into her lungs and made her wobble ever so slightly. Before her eyes almost every last one of the servants going around, taking clothes off or putting them on, sported an erection that leaked on the floor, all bearing the same casual attitude as those outside, not at all ashamed of letting dozens see their arousal or smell the other's own in the air. Despite the forest of leaking shafts bared before her, Eli was not quite as shocked to see such a display, not after seeing the multitudes of other servants doing the same just outside, nor was she shocked to see that some were doing the very same in this room. The young lizard was far more shocked to see that the entirety of those she was in the room, save for Nireba, were just like her. For every throbbing, erect shaft that leaked clear precum on the floor, of all shapes and sizes, there was a pair of breasts to match them.

Twenty people. Twenty divided between herms and beings like herself. Twenty more people similar to her than she had seen in all of her life were suddenly thrown before her. Eli froze with her eyes locked onto a pair of snakes with their tails coiled around each other's, their tongues twirling and letting saliva to drip on the four shafts that rubbed whenever their hips met. Most of the twenty people in the room were naked and almost all wore bracelets of a finer make and some even wore jewels on their bodies. A heavyset mule flicked her ears, making the earrings jingle and shine in the light of the magical torches, a third snake fastened a couple armbands that bore something that might have been a low grade ruby, a trio of rams looked over to the two new arrivals and stopped helping each other putting chains on their horns to decorate them. Unlike the servants from before, these were far above, however, the rush of blood in the lizard's body prevented her from doing any more analysis, some of it flowing in the most wrong of places all at once.

Nireba took a deep breath, intentionally, her tail flicking and shivering ever so slightly and then clapped her hands to get attention. All eyes turned towards the giraffe and the lizard timidly trying to hide behind her. The two snakes kissed one last time and then let their arms go lower until they were caressing the other's shafts, guiding them into the slits hidden just beneath. As Nireba straightened her back and began talking, they quietly ground their arousals into each other's slits, thick rivers of lust flowing between them to pool on the floor tiles.

"This is Eli, she'll be working here from now on." A slender hand waved in Eli's general direction, attracting all the attention of all the servants in the room and focusing it on her. "Eli, this is the Queen's personal entourage. It is different from the staff you have seen outside the gate and from those we have just passed: the former works together with the general public and with guests, the latter is tasked with keeping the private grounds we are in just as clean for the nobles that live here while they... they work directly for her."

The lizard was having a hard time figuring out what to focus on, half her brain trying to reel in the notion she'd be working around the Queen herself and the other half trying not to stare at the feast of jiggling breasts and swaying shafts before her. For the entirety of her life, Eli had been the one and only one who had male and female parts and suddenly, she was thrown into a room with several people just like her. The air was heavily laden with the scents of more than a dozen different people who were naked by the standards of most people's outside the desert, the sight the lizard was witness to was one that should have been either forbidden completely or reserved for the night of a marriage or the harem of a sultan or emperor.

Her body decided to react against her mind's attempts, responding to the thick musk in the air and to the obvious arousal of everyone in the room with some of its own as she felt her shaft swell with life and begin to tent her gown. The explosive combination of sight, hearing and smell all worked wonderfully against the young lizard in a combination that made her realize far too late the condition of her nethers. Eli blushed, her hands rushing to cover her tented pants with little effect as the entire room had witnessed the involuntary show, twenty pairs of eyes locking onto the newcomer with hunger, interest and no little amount of amusement. The nostrils of all the servants before her flared, taking in the scent of a clearly aroused lizard, further shoving the poor girl in a spiral of deeper and deeper lust. Nireba smiled ever so slightly at her plea, shooting sideways glances from her vantage point.

"I will leave you here, they will explain your duties once you're dressed for the job, alright?" Eli nodded, but was not sure any of it was alright. Her mind was racing a thousand miles an hour and her body was actively trying to betray her. "Be careful you lot, she just returned from the hospital and needs a few more days to adjust. She's also not from our lands, therefore be sure to teach her how... how things work here. But only after your shifts are over, am I clear?" Eli swore she had heard a slightly different tone in Nireba's voice, a tone that she felt would have been more appropriate to a sultry matron rather than the head of the guards, but the lizard was far too engrossed begging her maleness to calm down to have heard such a tone properly and thus pushed it away as a mistake on her part. "Alright, I'll be in my office for the day, if someone is free please come by at mid-afternoon with some tea and sweets. I think that I'll have some guests from afar over too, so bring a few more cups."

"As you wish." The mule bowed, then Nireba nodded and headed out, leaving Eli all alone with the small army of servants. Now she felt their eyes even more strongly than before, the stares making her shrink like wool after being washed. She watched as everyone moved towards her, shafts drooling and throbbing with such lust she had not seen in a long time and with such freedom not even the sultans could afford to have. Eli gulped, fearing for the worst but saw only a hand extended towards her. "I'm Nora, chief of the Queen's servants, or well, self-proclaimed chief." The mule smiled even more when Eli tentatively shook her hand. A quick look below may have hinted as to why that particular servant thought of herself as the chief, considering just how massive the shaft pointing towards the lizard was. Eli was within arm's reach of what looked like a full foot, if not even more, of pure mottled equine flesh jutting fromof a fairly thick sheath that only made it look even thicker. She could feel the heat and the rush of blood inside it as if it was her own. The black of the base of that shaft and the dark red of the rest contrasted nicely with the creamy white of the fur on her front. The attitude of someone who was sure of what they wanted radiated from her like heat from a furnace, certainly matching the title she carried on her shoulders.

"Get that dick out of her face, Nora." One of the rams moved to the front and pushed Nora out of the way, making said shaft bob and sway even more than it already did, a few stray spurts flying all over to coat people and furniture in a thick coating of liquid lust. "Welcome among the Queen's maids, I'm sure you'll do great. She's quite lax in terms of requirements and the job pays outstandingly well." The friendliness of that half-naked ram herm was almost contagious, but it was clearly enough to make Eli calm down somewhat, or rather, made her mind calm down, part of her was still very eager.

"You're that girl that was found in the desert, right?" Suddenly one of the snakes who were still quietly mating in the corner blurted out of the blue. "My husband works in the hospital and he told me you're a walking miracle."

"Hus... husband?" Eli gulped, the notion that the snake casually making love to another one was married to a doctor in the hospital added to the confusion she was feeling.

"Ah, then you're really not from here, I thought that maybe you were from some village outside the capital but no, you do come from the other side of the desert." The ram smiled, curiosity brimming in her eyes. "But as much as I want to hear more from you, we have a job to do and we can't make the Queen wait." A hand was placed on Eli's shoulder. "Now, we're going to undress you and give you something more suitable to wear, alright?"

"Uhm..."

"It'll be fine." As the ram tried to grab her clothes and take off the bandages, Eli stepped back.

"I'm... not sure that uncovering so much of my skin is a good choice..." She looked away, biting her lip as she took a deep breath, regretting that choice and the next one as she pulled some of the bandages down. A few eyes opened ever so slightly at the sight of the scarred arm, the wound itself clean and neat, almost as if it was just a birthmark. "I don't think the Queen might like to see my scars." There was silence for a couple of seconds and then the ram once again grabbed Eli and started pulling off her bandages.

"Don't you worry, you silly thing. A couple of scars are nothing. If anything, you should be proud that you are alive and those wounds are the proof of it. Be glad and wear them like a badge of honour because few have that in the entire desert." As her gown was tossed on the floor, Eli once more decided to remind herself that these people were not like the ones outside, that they were kinder and most certainly far more open. With a sigh she let the ram rip and toss the bandages, revealing more and more of her body to the other servants. Nora chuckled and walked next to her, helping out with those tasks as well. Once the two of them found the bindings that Eli had put on her breasts, they frowned before tearing them, freeing the lizard's chest from such tight constraints. "There we go, you need to let them breathe or you'll end up with bruises on your skin." Eli blushed, one hand reflexively reaching for her chest, trying to cover the vast expanse of her breasts but failing to do so. If anything, the sight of the lizard clumsily attempting to hide two plump D cups in her skinny arms, with two very much aroused herms by her side undressing her riled up the spirits of the entire room. How she had managed to cram that much soft, plump titflesh in those small bandages, the other servants had no idea. If anything, it must have been painful for her. "You've got such good assets, why hide them?"

"She's not from here Flora, you said that half a minute ago." Nora smiled her hands reaching for the rope that held Eli's gown around her hips. Flora rolled her eyes at that remark. Eli immediately thought of all the times her father demanded she hide them, all the times she went out the house breathless, forced to move as little as she could to avoid anyone spotting the swells on her chest even by mistake.

"Well, how she managed to do it is a mystery. Look at that, she's almost bigger than you!" Flora grinned even more, tearing the last layer of cloth that hid Eli's maleness from the world. The second it was free, every inch of the lizard's own shaft bobbed free, the ebony length swaying for long seconds in full view of twenty other people before stopping. A single bead of pre bubbled from the blunt, dormant flare, spilling out and travelling all the way on the underside of that shaft, a shining trail that led everyone's gazes to the two heavy orbs that swayed finally free between Eli's legs. "Hot damn she's bigger than you."

"No, she's not!" Nora shouted, looking back and forth between her shaft and the lizard's.

"Oh, she is..." Flora giggled, her hand slowly inching towards that throbbing shaft like the bracelets had been magnetized and drawn to it without fail. The mule rolled her eyes and swatted her hand away, Eli too shocked that something like that was about to happen to move or take distance.

"No touching the newcomers unless they say so, Flora, you know the rules and as much as she's a looker, give space." Flora immediately pulled back, knowing that the girl was new and probably not used to such intimate behaviour with complete strangers.

"Mmmh..." The ram licked her lips, mentally counting every last inch as she ate that shaft with her eyes until she reached the flare at the very end. "Fifteen inches I'd say... she is indeed bigger than any of us..." There was a collective gasp as that number settled and even more eyes were drawn to the lizard's ebony shaft like magnets to metal. "Look at the pair she's got too!"

Eli almost felt glad that the ram did not actually reach to cup her nuts, some part of her annoyed that the touch her body wanted to feel hadn't come again, which did not stop her from almost catching fire as she blushed harder and harder. However, even without being able to touch any of those two round orbs, everyone could see clearly that the shy lizard topped everyone in the room by far. Each orb was simply and undeniably fat, each one five inches if not even more in diameter, already shining with the flow of precum that came out of them. If one were to actually go and cup one, they'd find it hard to even contain it, and the imagination of the servants started to run wild, each wondering just how much of those fat nuts would spill out of their palms if they got the chance to get close to such a wonderful pair. In comparison, the donkey's own were but a little over half of that. Still impressive, still enough to make any pair of pants swell, but far less so than anything Eli had to go through in her life.

"Oh, dear, I'm calling dibs on you today. We need to empty these beauties and I need to be the one to help you..." Flora's own maleness throbbed in all of its ten inches of glory, the tapering length oozing and coating Eli's thigh in lust as it was rubbed on it by the increasingly horny ram.

"Come on, Flora, she has not even been here for ten minutes and didn't even start working yet and you're already here trying to get in bed with her. At least have the decency to ask her for permission first! And didn't you say we had to get moving?" Nora huffed more loudly, being the one doing the pushing this time. "Go get her dressed and don't focus on her junk."

"You're just saying that because if she's bigger you lose the position of chief." The ram chuckled, sticking her tongue out as she rummaged through a drawer full of bracelets, necklaces and other items.

"You also need to remember she's new and she might not want to let you bother her this way. Let her get used to the palace life first and then, when she agrees, you can be the little slut you are and bottom for her all night." Nora's frown disappeared as the dirty talk began, a smirk returning to her muzzle. Flora grinned and moved right next to her, their shafts rubbing against each other for a few seconds, coating themselves in the precum that bubbled from the tips. "Alright girls, let's get all dressed and then out."

As the room regained that busy and warm air it had before, Eli was thrust into the chaos, forced to sit on a bench as measurements were taken for her uniform and for her jewellery. A third herm joined the two in that task, grabbing a measuring tape to make sure the cloth was of the right size and that the bands and chains wouldn't hinder her while she worked. The young lizard did her best, following orders quietly and quickly, agreeing to let Nora put on her loincloth for the first time while Danna, one of the two snakes that had just then stopped romping in the corner, helped Flora to choose which item suited her better.

Eventually Eli stood in front of a mirror, an extravagant, expensive decoration in a mere servant's changing room, staring at her own reflection with wide eyes and just as much embarrassment as before. Her arms now bore a single band each right below her shoulders, glistening in the sunlight, a chain connecting the rings on her right hand to the wristband. Her breasts were practically naked, only a thin brassiere keeping them still, making them look plumper, bigger and softer as they giggled ever so slightly with her every movement. She had asked if she could get some other uniform but was denied such a request on the grounds that the Queen had chosen it herself years before and it had not changed since then. The embarrassment of having her chest so openly displayed was great but Eli decided it was a small price to pay for the honour of being in her position. However, what made the young lizard blush even more than that was well below her breasts: the loincloth that should have covered her maleness was much like the rest of the servants' own, not working at all, or rather, worked in the opposite way. She could still very much see the outline of her shaft behind it, the dormant flare making a clear dent in the bottom part of the thin silk, a small, dark patch of what was left of her arousal weighing it down and making it stick to her flesh even more.

Every single step, every normal movement made the cloth flutter and uncover that ebony pole of flesh and when she turned around to look at her backside, it was not even covered at all. Anyone walking behind her was treated to the thick bronze band at the base of her tail, ever so slightly diverting the attention from the two fat, creamy orbs just beneath and the swaying shaft they were attempting to hide with arguably more success than the loincloth itself by virtue of their sheer size. Eli, despite the embarrassment, despite the shame she was feeling, for the first time she also felt... pretty, not forced to hide her body and instead encouraged to flaunt it. In a moment of growing lust, she cocked her hips sideways, everything swaying gently, her shaft plumping up and rising a few inches higher, still covered to some degree. She had to bite her lip and turn away from the mirror to avoid growing any harder or more aroused. It was a weird feeling, a good feeling but she was not yet sure what to think about it.

Before she had the chance to do that, Nora clapped her hands and called for everyone to get moving, and the crowd of servants headed out of the changing room in two neat rows. The mule barked orders, completely different from the sultry, horny behaviour she had had before , sending one column in one direction with Flora leading them and taking charge of the other herself. Eli followed Nora with twelve others towards the second floor of the palace, through more corridors and more rooms, picking up stuff from other servants. The number of people in Eli's group dwindled bit by bit, some joining the remnants of the other group, some requested for specific tasks. As the young lizard was not used in the matter of the court, she was told after the first split to follow Nora because she was the chief among them, handed knowledge, tips and instructions on how to handle the nobles and clean the place properly for later reference. Eli did her best to remember everything but there was just so much stuff to figure out, the etiquette was so different, so much more lax and so rigorous in its own way.

Unfortunately for Eli, she could not take the time to learn slowly nor to get used to the feeling of her breasts and maleness swaying and bobbing freely for the first time in her entire life because Nora, after giving her the barest minimum, decided it was time to check up on the Queen to see what she needed.

"She's probably on the terrace garden doing yoga." The mule started heading for the stairs leading upwards, her hooves clacking in the almost empty staircase, echoing all over the place.

"Yoga?" Eli frowned: she had travelled long and far but she had not ever heard of that word. Was it some dialect of the region?

"Oh, right, we've gotten used to it but you might not be aware of it. Yoga is a sort of meditation type that our Queen introduced after she was crowned, it's very fun and relaxing although it can leave you sweaty and sore all over. Hell, sometimes it even makes you go in the right mood for sex." Nora smiled, leading the young lizard through one last door before stepping into the sunlight. Eli once again felt confused because, as far as she knew, meditation was not supposed to make you sweaty. Sore maybe but sweaty? And even horny? "There she is. Do try to close your mouth ok?"

"Ah, Nora is that you?" From the other side of the thicket of luscious green leaves someone suddenly spoke, making the young lizard jump a bit. Her heart was already beating hard because she was just about to meet the Queen and that surprise was almost too much.

"Yes my Queen."

"Just in time, grab a few towels, I'm drenched here. Take some for Gaia as well since you're already there." As the Queen spoke, Nora turned and opened a cabinet from the side and took out a few towels, giving the lizard a few to carry. A second later, Eli was bravely stepping around a corner, towels in hand, heart racing and ready for just about anything. "Oh my, is that the new girl?" She was not ready as it turned out. Before the young lizard's eyes, a dragoness was holding herself up, balancing the entire weight of her body on two palms and little more. A big smile upside down told Eli that, despite the dragoness being huge, probably an entire two feet taller than she was if not even more, built like any of her species, the act of standing with her head pointing down and her feet up was little harder than simply breathing. "She's cute."

Eli had nothing to say for many, many reasons: maybe it was the fact that this was the Queen and she was not sure whether she could even answer, maybe it was the fact that the Queen was naked and she could see everything the dragoness had to offer, maybe it was the fact that said dragoness was looking at her with her legs wide open, spread perfectly horizontal to the ground or maybe it was the fact that the Queen was a herm. Or maybe it was all of the above.

Pulled down by gravity, the dragoness' immense, creamy white, obscenely fat nuts swung ever so slight back and forth, the position effectively revealing what should have been hidden by them had the dragoness been standing, namely, a plump, juicy and oozing slit nestled right between the Queen's muscular thighs. Small rivers of sweat ran over her scales, dripping lower and lower until they fell into the couple of puddles that had formed on the papyrus mat she was on. The dragoness then pulled her legs upwards, now completely vertical and then, slowly, she curled them, sweat flowing a bit more freely as she strained her muscles in ways the lizard had not even thought to be possible until that very moment. Bit by bit, she watched as the Queen bent her legs, straining to get them around the plump, sloshing swell of her sack until she pulled them close to her chest, her knees to each side of her stomach, her inner thigh and calves framing those two orbs like perfect, shining jewels. Her arms were just as solid as before, still supporting her body on those two strong palms despite the imbalance the shifted weight caused until the dragoness managed to steady herself, locked in that position for several long seconds, breathing deeply to regain strength.

Eli blushed hard enough to feel as if she was about to get a fever, her body heating up faster than she could handle, her shaft twitching to life under the barrage of sight and smell. The air was pregnant with musk, a musk so heavy and so virile the young lizard felt her tail hike and reveal more and more of her tailhole as if she was about to be bred any second, the lifted loincloth soaked to the brim with precum, her balls shining with all the excess it could not contain anymore.

The Queen smiled, keeping her position, shivering slightly as the strain on her muscles started to manifest. The control she had over herself was slipping and, under Eli's eyes, emerging from behind those two massive orbs, an equally massive flare appeared, sliding lower and lower as the Queen grew aroused herself. Inch after inch of pure black breeding flesh, thicker than Eli's arm, probably thicker than the dragoness' own, it grew and grew until it poked the bottom of her breasts, nestled in between them as if they were two soft pillows. The dragoness let out a soft moan, an angelic voice, enough to rouse Nora's attention as well, the mule's maleness making the loincloth slip aside and swelling in turn with lust. Nora sighed, her eyes moving between the Queen's semi hard but already immense shaft and the lizard's hard and still equally impressive own, mentally comparing all three.

Precum flowed freely between each arousal, two simply spilling it on the ground, the third and far bigger flow travelling on the underside of the dragoness' flesh, splattering on her breasts, desperately clinging to the two golden piercings on her thick nipples that swayed before dripping on the mat. In that position Eli could also see every last inch of the Queen's backside, her toned rump and the many prizes hidden inside it, she could see the trickle of female lust oozing from her vent, she could see how those plump black folds seemed to quiver under the dragoness' very own brand of musk in the air and she could see the sweat trace the edges of her puffy tailhole, making it shine as if someone had coated in oils like a precious opal. Eli moaned under her breath, her shaft achingly hard, biting her lips when she saw the dragoness bend again, her back now resting on the swat and precum soaked mat, her legs over her head, staring her maleness in the face only to give the almost swollen flare a kiss and licking her lips. In a blur of arms and legs as the dragoness moved between poses, the next moment Eli formed a coherent thought as she was being nudged on the flank by Nora to wake up and hand the Queen the towels she had requested before.

The young lizard stepped forth, walking with unsteady steps until she was being stared down by the gigantic dragoness like an adult would stare down at a child. Eli was little more than five feet ten, but, as she had imagined, the Queen was well, well above that, towering probably at more than eight feet of pure, raw, draconic bone, muscle and scale. For the first time since she had laid eyes on such a rare creature, Eli noticed the scars on her body: three gashes on her right leg, pure white like every part of her that wasn't a pure black, the missing part of the fin on the lower end of her tail, both of which told that this was no pampered royal as nothing she had ever seen or even heard could cause such tremendous gashes. Whatever it had been, it must have been huge and this dragoness had lived through it, hell, the young lizard could bet she had won over it.

The next step she made let her see the numerous items of jewellery she wore: the gold ankle bracelet on her left leg, just above the joint, the magnificent necklace and the chains hanging off it, draped over the vast swathes of white breast, almost disappearing in the valley between them, the two rectangular piercing that capped her nipples, swaying back and forth like pendulums with every breath she made. Then the next step once again reminded the young lizard that the Queen was aroused as the immense shaft twitched and rose from its flaccid state, rising up and up, pointing at her for a few short moments. Seeing it so close Eli noticed the thick, dancing veins under the surface, delivering blood to the black beast and to the dormant knot at its base, a knot that hid a thick sheath. Everything about this dragoness was huge, everything oozed strength, lust, power and authority, every movement told of confidence, her very scent strong and imposing like the rest of her. Eli felt her loins burn a little with each breath she made, her sizable, fifteen inch shaft paling in comparison under every regard to the absolutely titanic breeding pole she now looked at, all of its thirty inches of ebony flesh.

Eli handed her a towel and the dragoness smiled warmly, grabbing the cloth and wiping her arms with it before moving to her breasts, the piercings swaying as her hands cupped each soft pillowy expanse and cleaned it.

"So, new girl, how are you feeling? Hope the scars don't ache too much." The Queen kept on wiping her scales for a few seconds before Nora quietly walked to her side and began tending to the dragoness' lower body. So close to her shaft and the massive sloshing sack, the mule was visibly on the verge of a very messy orgasm, but held on by sheer will, her wide nostrils flaring even more to take in the thick musk wafting from the Queen's sack.

"N-no my Queen... I-I am fine." Eli woke up from the musky daze once again and straightened her back, blushing hard.

"You may also call me Linna if you want, Queen sounds so unnecessary at times." The dragoness smiled again and slumped on a mound of pillows, sinking into it, Nora still diligently cleaning her with towels, now on her knees. The titanic draconic spire had not softened either and so the constant spurting of precum stained the underside of her breasts once more, rivulets running on the muscular belly scales after losing the battle with gravity. "If you ever feel like the scars ache too much, do tell me, I'm somewhat of a good alchemist and I'd hate to see one of my servants feel uncomfortable."

"You're not somewhat of a good alchemist my Queen, you're the best one in the entire continent." Nora interrupted her task for the briefest of seconds to let Linna know her thoughts. The dragoness chuckled and relaxed.

"Alright, alright, I won't do that anymore..." She let out a sigh of relief, arms and legs spread out wide on the pillow mountain. "So, Eli, what do you think of this palace, of this kingdom?" The queen locked her green eyes upon the young lizard. "I hope the welcome was warm and not too invasive. I know that new faces around here make the staff go a little wild, it's a tiny city in a big desert, eventually you get to know everyone." The dragoness smiled, leaning back. Nora had stopped using the towel, seeing as the one she had was soaked to the bone with sweat. Under the eyes of the newcomer, the senior servant sighed and pressed her tongue upon her Queen's soles, licking them clean of the remains of sweat, dragging it higher and higher until her furred muzzle met the royal jewels, her nose bumping into those two massive, shining orbs. Nora sighed, or maybe moaned, her mouth opening again as she started to give her Queen a tongue bath, feverishly and devoutly licking ever last scaled inch of their surface, precum dripping upon her back now that the attention made the fat shaft above sway ever so slightly. "As you can see..."

"Ah... well... yes." Eli blushed hard.

"Hey, I don't bite." Linna chuckled, her frame shaking ever so slightly, her breasts wobbling just enough for the young lizard to focus on the thick, black nipples capping each soft pillow. Eli rushed to hide her shaft with her hands and the towel but it had been hard for so long the Queen had already seen everything. "At least when I'm not in bed. Unless you want me to... I don't mind..." She shot Eli a glance. "Jokes aside, I want you to feel welcome in this palace and in my country." Even as she was getting her sack licked, nuzzled and kissed, the Queen looked upon the lizard with such a strong gaze Eli almost forgot she was hard, mostly naked and she was completely so.

"So far my time here has been better than most of my life after... after I reached 14 years old in my old country." At her words Linna frowned.

"Yes, I imagine that you went through a lot of pain. Nireba told me about your situation to some degree. I know about the bindings, the hiding of your body and some details of your family. All in the country's interest, I need to know who is going to be my servant after all."

"I understand." Eli bowed a little. The two stared at each other for several long seconds, the new servant standing there, her hands still holding the towels, her shaft still just as aching and just as needy as before if not even more, while the mule at the Queen's feet had long since stopped worshipping the dragoness' sack and moved upwards, a trail of kisses and licks marking every inch she gained on the massive spire of dragon shaft, her hands reluctant to part from the base as they kneaded and squeezed the Queen's dormant knot, her mouth latched upon the flare, swallowing pump after pump of precum.

"You look uncomfortable Eli." The lizard almost jumped on the spot, shaken wide awake by the dragoness' piercing gaze. "I know this behaviour is quite out of your norm but I feel that it's a good way to motivate and to make my people relax." The Queen smiled, caressing Nora's muzzle as it roamed over her maleness, the mule's own poking her sack, smearing her own precum on the recently cleaned scales. "Would you like me to help you release the burden of your loins?" Eli froze, utterly shocked by her new Queen's words. The dragoness' smile grew even wider as her leg curled, her soles caressing Nora's throbbing shaft, taking the sizable foot long horsecock in between her toes, stroking it gently, making the servant moan against the medial ring as she suckled upon it. "I know, a normal queen does not help her subjects in that way, but I am not just any queen dear. I take my role seriously: I am here to serve you just as much as you are here to serve me. I believe that power is a two way road, I can't just stand here demanding tributes, honour and servitude without repaying every single ounce of it." The dragoness kept rubbing Nora's maleness between her toes, the scales of her lower leg now coated in a healthy layer of precum as it bubbled from the servant's flared shaft. "And you dear, you look impossibly pent up. I can smell your need in the air, I can see just how much your sack is full and I would be honoured to be the one to lift that burden."

"M-my Queen... uuh, I don't know... I'm... I don't know these kinds of things... I-I was told to keep my purity for marriage but with, well, with me being not normal I couldn't ever dream of having a wife... or a husband." Eli kneaded the towels in an attempt to calm herself to some degree, failing to do so entirely. Nora sensed the air was turning a bit sour and stopped, waiting for some signal from the Queen. "I wouldn't dare to imagine your highness helping me in th-that way. It'd be a waste of time... really..."

"Dear... you've had it very, very rough. Do you want a hug?" In a moment of confusion, of shock, Eli felt herself nod. Linna stood up, quickly closing in and hugging the distraught lizard, letting her sink into a valley of warm, soft tits. "You don't need to worry about your old life and what you went through before, here you have the chance to start from scratch, forget about your issues." Eli stopped shivering, letting the dragoness' warmth seep into her body, her scent surrounding her like a blanket. For a few long moments neither was naked, neither was aroused and neither cared about that. "I don't care about you being a virgin and sure as hell I don't care about what your parents said you should do with your private life. This is my kingdom and I will die before I let some backwards merchant tell my subjects how to live and who to fuck." Linna huffed, stroking Eli's neck gently, calming her despite her own spirits set ablaze. "You are free to do whatever you want here, no one will judge you based on what's between your legs and definitely not for who you want to spend your time with." Gently, inch after inch, Linna pushed Eli away, making sure she was alright before doing so. "I know how you feel dear, so feel free to come to me and talk when I'm not busy with state affairs." The young lizard nodded, just a bit.

"Oh my, are you done with your yoga routine already?" From the door that Eli had come through a few minutes before, echoed a new voice that made every head turn in that direction. "Hi Linna."

"Gaia, what a surprise." As the young lizard turned, somewhat tempted to stay buried in that fragrant, warm valley, leeching off the Queen's body heat, but she resisted the temptation and gave a look at the new arrival. "I thought you'd be busy for the entire day." The plump elephantess cocked her hips to the side, a proud smile somewhat hidden by the thick trunk swaying left and right, her beasts following the motion just as her fattening shaft did. The herm elephant was almost as big as the dragoness, be it in height or build, although hers was somewhat chubbier and soft. While Gaia's heavy sack was as large as any she'd seen so far, her shaft wasn't exposed, hidden away in her sheath still, so Eli had no way of knowing how big she really was.

"I managed to finish earlier because I knew today was yoga day and I really, really want to have a little bit of sweaty fun with my favourite queen in the world."

The elephantess stepped forward, hugging the dragoness, her trunk moving to the side so she could kiss the Queen with shameless confidence, their breasts mashed together, right around Eli's head. The poor lizard was surrounded on all sides by huge bodies, soft tits and hard, throbbing cocks, one pressed against her front, nestled in between her own tits and the one behind her starting to slip from its sheath and press into her back, leaking thick pre down her scales.. Muffled by the soft pillows to each side of her head, Eli could hear moans and giggles for long seconds, her nose taking in more and more of the Queen's dense, virile, alluring musk, her tongue sneaking out during a gasp as the elephantess pushed herself even closer, the fat pink length slipping down below her tail, throbbing with hot lust and threatening to press up against her tailhole if she relaxed even the tiniest bit. Her own aching length firmly against the dragoness' hard abs. Eli was not sure whether she was in heaven or in hell, part of her wanting to give in and enjoy the feeling of being squished like that, part of her ashamed she was even considering it, both halves drunk on scents and sensations.

"You might want to step back for a second Gaia. We're giving the new girl a hard time breathing." Linna chuckled, helping the lizard to get out from the musky embrace and holding her upwards until she got some fresh air in her lungs instead of concentrated herm musk.

"How did I not see her?" Gaia blushed, prying apart her tits to get a better look at the lizard she had just sandwiched with the Queen, the elephantess' breasts wobbling as they were handled by the herm's strong hands.

Eli gulped as they swayed and wobbled inches away from her nose, her tongue slipping out of her mouth for a brief instant, her mind telling her to latch onto those thick nubs, to suckle and to knead. However, now that she was free to look at her from up close, the young lizard realized the rank of the herm she had just been tempted to grab and fondle: she wore gold bands on her tusks, the ivory contrasting with the shining metal and the gemstones embedded inside of them. On her forehead there was a series of chains, braiding the inky black hair so that they wouldn't fall on her eyes, the luscious bundle tied at the end with another gold band, resting on her right shoulder. Each ear was pierced with even more gold and so were the two thick nipple piercings that swayed in the exact same way the Queen's own did. It took a few moments for Eli to realize this was a noble who enjoyed the same position as Nireba if not even higher, considering just how brazen and bold her actions were. The lizard paled and stepped back, hoping not to have overstepped her bounds.

"I mean, she's small but... I must be more tired than I expected. I'm so, so sorry, I didn't want to do that. I wouldn't have been so insistent if I had known you were there." Gaia apologized and Eli bowed again.

"It's... it's alright my lady..."

The Queen smiled, going around Gaia, groping her breasts with scaly hands, her shaft coating grey skin in shiny, somewhat cloudy pre and making it glisten under the sunlight. Gaia moaned and let the dragoness do as she wished, groping her tits, squeezing her ass and stroking her shaft as she settled behind, the ebony knotted shaft slipping beneath her gray sack, lifting it up so that the elephantess' nuts rested upon it. "Are you sure you prefer to do some yoga or do you want me to oil you up and do some..." Linna breathed in Gaia's ears, one lone finger tracing the entire pink length from base to the tip, teasing the other herm's throbbing shaft, her breasts pressed and ballooning against Gaia's back. "...even more relaxing activities?" The dragoness grabbed the elephantess' head and turned it towards her, their lips locking in place, tongues swirling and coiling upon each other for long seconds as their sexes ground and rubbed on the other.

"Mmmmh why not? I've got the entire day free."

The two herms moved towards the bed of pillows, huffing and moaning as they settled with the Queen towering over Gaia, the ebony shaft inches away from her mouth. The elephantess smiled, her trunk curling around the fat length, pumping it back and forth as her tongue slipped out and started licking the underside, collecting wads of precum she swallowed with loud moans. Likewise Linna curled her tail around Gaia's shaft, her legs bent so that she could cup the gray sack within her soles and massage it, not leaving any part of her lover's sizable equipment alone, teasing and squeezing every last inch of it.

Nora stood up and gently nudged Eli to follow her, both leaving a trail of pre in their wake as they walked out of the terrace, closing the door behind themselves and leaving the Queen and the noble alone with their pleasures. Eli was achingly hard, her equine shaft oozing, her sack almost half an inch bigger from the sheer stimulation that she had experienced. The mule licked her lips, just as pent up as her junior, stroking herself and cupping her breasts at the same time, clearly far more comfortable with such an act than Eli was even as other servants passed by and gave the two a knowing wink.

"Every time I go to tend to the Queen I always need a pause afterwards to take the edge off." Nora sighed, letting go of her mottled shaft, watching it as it throbbed, begging to release every last ounce of seed in her brown sack. "I will take an hour to do so, I suggest you do the same otherwise you're going to have a hard time."

"I-I... sure... I will try to calm down... somehow." Eli nodded, wrestling with the precum-soaked remains of her loincloth, the front glued to her dormant flare by that point.

"You could also ask some of the staff for help, you know? They would be glad to help you unload those... heavy orbs of yours." Again Nora bit her lips, staring at the lizard's sloshing sack with clear hunger in her eyes. Eli blushed, turning around, covering her swaying bits with her hands to the best of her ability. "Why so reluctant? Here everyone is free to love and release their lust however and wherever."

"I know but... well..." Eli sighed, her hands now clasped as she tried to muster up her thoughts and words after the bath of dragon musk she had gone through. "I don't know if I have the courage to do so." Her words made the mule frown. "I was raised as a male, then I grew my breasts out when I hit 14 years old and because of that I was... shunned, taken off my inheritance as the oldest son in my family, I was prevented from making transactions and deals with customers, taught how to be a girl by my sisters." Nora leaned on the wall, listening closely and quietly. "But I could not be given as a bride because my maleness kept growing and growing along with my breasts. I had to bind my chest so I could be passed as a man still but even then I could never be married to a woman or the secret would be spilled. I don't... I don't have the courage to ask anyone, male, female or otherwise, because..." Eli stopped, when a hand touched her shoulder.

"I hope you'll understand that your body is nothing to be ashamed of and that here you will not be subjected to contempt and hatred. We are all so... well, so brazen because we know and we are proud of who we are, the Queen herself taught us why we should forget about the ideas of propriety the people outside the desert have." Nora smiled and caressed Eli's shoulder. "She knows what it means to be alone, so she created a kingdom for us; she knows what it means to have nothing, so she gave us protection and riches to share with everyone we love; she knows what it means not to be accepted and she taught us how to love ourselves and others." The young lizard was once again shocked by the immense devotion these people had, the adoration they gave to their Queen without batting an eye. "You heard her before: she is here to serve us just as we are here to serve her. To some it seems that we just love her body and don't get me wrong, she is the most arousing thing in this desert and the entire continent, working with her is always a pleasure and the sights we get when she is in the mood are a salve for the soul, but we follow her for her spirit and her guidance most of all." Nora puffed her chest, some of that pride and energy seeping into Eli, the worry and the bad memories washed away by the sheer will and strength of that simple servant, one among many dozens. "The fact that we can go to her to fool around, that we can kiss her and make love to her anywhere and anytime is just a bonus."

"I see." Eli sighed with relief, her inner demons shooed away for the time being, her shame forgotten for a moment. "Who was that noble? Lady Gaia?"

"Ah, right, everything went so fast she didn't even introduce herself: Lady Gaia was the leader of Kharisha before the Queen arrived." At those words the young lizard felt as if her eyes would pop out of their sockets. "She led us for many years and when the Queen rose to power she kept her role and to this day she still manages most of the day to day decisions for the city and the nobility. The two of them are very close friends and you'll see them together a lot from now on, whether they are working or simply giving the entire palace a good show." That last bit was accompanied by a smile and a pat on Eli's back. "Now, enough sulking around, take that break, blow off some steam, then back to work. Report to the kitchen downstairs in an hour. If you lose track of time, when you hear the bell you might want to get down." Nora waved her hand as she headed off, grabbing one of the many other servants by the hand and dragging the chosen bull into a room. A couple seconds later the sounds of furniture moving and creaking could be heard from the thick mahogany door.

Eli was once again alone, but this time there was no one around, she had no immediate task to take care of and instead she had time to think. Despite her aching arousal, despite the fact that, if she closed her eyes, she could still feel the Queen's scent around her, despite the fact that in the brief, accidental moment of contact between the two of them she had felt a spark run from the tip of her tail to the centre of her mind and despite the fact that her sack was so impossibly heavy, more so than it had been in years, emptying precum on the expensive wooden flooring in amounts that wouldn't be so easy to clean later, Eli chose to find a quiet spot in a solitary corner and sat there, thinking.

Everything had moved so fast after all the time spent doing nothing in the hospital: one moment she walked in the palace, the next she was surrounded by more than a dozen herms who welcomed her in their group and the next she stood in front of the Queen herself, watching her stretch and grow aroused, and the next she was sandwiched between her and the previous leader of the entire city as the two made out over her. While the embarrassment burned strong in her heart, while she was absolutely ashamed of the thoughts still flying unrestrained in her mind, while her maleness was still so very hard and so very needy, she could not help but feel some sense of... freedom. For the first time in her life she was not the odd one, she was not the one shunned and moved to the side because she was different in ways most could not even understand. For the first time she was one among many just like her and she had seen the immense freedom, joy and the way they were comfortable in their skins and scales. Their brazen displays of arousal, lust, of joy and pride for who they were and who they worked for, their loyalty for someone that was just like them and wanted them to be truly happy and worked to achieve that goal in a land that wanted them to be but bones under the sand. She felt envious of their freedom to a point, of the fact that she had to go through a hostile family, that she had almost died for such hostility in an attempt to earn their trust for some reason.

However, she was now as free as she could be from them, they thought her dead and so her life had been turned into a blank slate, free for her to rewrite from scratch. The idea of one day being so carefree she would not feel embarrassed anymore by her nudity or her body's constant attempts to make her forget everything but carnal pleasure for hours, it was almost too alien for her. Could she even achieve that level of confidence after all the years she had spent being pushed into a corner and forced to bind her chest? Could she even simply push her loincloth aside, grab someone and start pushing her maleness as deep as they could take her in full view of others just like that? Could she kneel and start pleasuring someone as her arousal throbbed unattended until her face was covered in their seed? She had seen so many do this as if it was nothing special, although their cries of pleasure told it had not lost any of the pleasure it should have had even had they done it in secret, maybe even more intensely.

As Eli fell deep in thought, she closed her eyes, images of her old life and the scenes at the palace mixing together, the former slowly being drowned in a sea of lust. Before she could realize, she moaned in her room, jerking herself awake. For a moment she felt a hand on her breast and one on her shaft, caressing them, smearing her bubbling precum all over her skin and her scales, until she opened her eyes and saw she was alone and it was her hands doing that. In that long moment, her body had followed their example: her palm was grinding against her flare, slick skin glistening with clear fluids that she spread over her black flesh, teasing herself over and over, her other hand caressing her breasts, brushing over her nipples, making her bite her lips to stifle another loud moan.

The young lizard continued for a while, watching her shaft twitch and bob, ever harder and leaking more precum on the floor, her sack caressed, teased, squeezed and weighted over and over. Her mind returned to wander as her hands roamed over her body, this time actively dreaming of herself in those promiscuous situations: she saw herself on her knees, the rhino she had passed by that morning after entering the private ground in front of her, his legs spread out as she pressed her flare against his well-used tailhole; she imagined herself sitting next to that giraffe herm, their malenesses rubbing against each other in the garden, right underneath the Queen's terrace, Flora sitting between then and kissing the tip of each throbbing shaft; she saw herself on her knees again, her nose pressed against the Queen's sack, inhaling her scent over and over, her tongue slipping out to lick at the fat beads of sweat and pre it was coated with.

Outside her dream her shaft was throbbing madly, veins dancing as she stroked herself faster and faster, her flare as bloated as it could be and still so small compared to the dragoness' immense plug, her sack swaying back and forth as her back arched, lifting it higher over the edge of the chair, beads of her own sweat dripping from it to make the lewd puddle at her feet grow. She could smell her musk in the air, she could imagine someone walking in and smelling just how aroused she was for the entire day, then grow hard as well and sit in the same chair and pleasure themselves like she was right in that moment. Then the bell sound that Nora had told her to wait for echoed in the palace, marking another hour of the day, interrupting her stroking so close to the edge of reaching it. She slumped in her seat, her hands slick with her pre, her shaft harder than it had ever been in her entire life, her balls so impossibly heavy they might have rivalled the Queen's orbs if she had just edged an hour more, pushing her legs apart a little wider. As she stood up, unsatisfied, hard and needier than before, Eli felt oddly at peace. Somehow she knew that if someone had walked in and watched her stroke her shaft, she might have not even cared about them and simply kept on pleasuring herself.

Mustering the courage to walk out of her little corner, her feet stepping in the puddle of precum she had spilled on the floor, leaving behind the prints of her soles on the wood, the young lizard braced herself and took a deep breath. Her shaft preceded her out of the room and caught the attention of all she met on her way downstairs, eyes locked upon it, tongues licking lips as she passed by and joined the other servants as Nora gave more tasks to complete to each group. The mule shot her a glance, her nostrils flaring as she took in the lizard's needy scent, her sheathed maleness twitching as if merely smelling how desperate she was could be enough to make her just as needy as well. However, there were jobs to do and the chief of staff did not let her arousal get in the way of taking care of the Queen: Eli was given easy tasks, cleaning and moving around light supplies, which helped take her mind off the most current predicaments, mainly her future and the very insistent present bobbing between her legs.

Surprisingly, despite the insane need to simply let go and relieve the insane tautness of her sack, Eli was quickly swept in the tide of palace chores, sent here and there by higher ranked servants for hours. The first hour she walked around with her arousal sticking in front of her like a spear, attracting no little amount of attention, especially from the bigger servants: a couple rhinos and a stallion made their advances, attempting to get her to forget about her duties for just enough time to compare sizes and maybe enjoy each other's company. The young lizard thanked them and then went her way, her heart racing madly in her chest as she looked back at each of them, their eyes glued to her backside. She was shocked they had approached her so brazenly, but then again, she really was not shocked by the fact that they had been so open about it, rather, it was the fact that she was the one they had come for. It was her. And as she scuttled off with a heavy package in her arms she had to deliver to a noble on one of the higher floors, she could not help but think that, despite those males being well over a head taller than them, despite their muscles and the clear difference in strength, she was the one who was far more endowed down there. Her maleness was longer, her flare bigger and her balls so much more swollen and heavy than theirs were. It brought her some pride to realize that, even more as she understood that she could have easily said yes and they would have been happy and glad to have her sit on a bed or a chair and let them explore her shaft, to worship it. Her erection had just gone down and now it was back again more insistent than before.

Lunch arrived soon after and with it came a flood of curious people trying to get her story, how she had come to be chosen by the Queen and her aides to join the ranks of the high ranking staff members, what did she do before and where she had come from. Eli told her story, keeping the more private details to herself but even then, when everyone who was crowding around the table she was sitting in learned that she was not from the desert and that she was, in fact, the daughter of a travelling merchant, her popularity exploded immensely. Most didn't dare to move outside the bounds of Kharisha but not because the city itself was so incredible that the world outside could not stand up to it, but rather because, even with the protection of the Queen, the desert was just that hostile and dangerous. Aside from the merchants that arrived to trade, the few wanted to risk their lives for trading anyways, not many wanted to stay and chat for long, definitely not more than they needed to rest, get supplies and run away as fast as their steeds could allow them. Therefore, the otherwise unassuming lizard became the window for those that did not have contact with foreign merchants. The barrage of questions almost made her lose the chance to eat or drink, until Flora broke the crowd and gave her some space.

Unfortunately for Eli, the ram had not changed her mind at all from earlier and looked at the lizard with a different type of hunger, licking her lips and making sure her desires as her own shaft stiffened and leaked precum under the table. As the interest of the people around her changed from pure, innocent curiosity and eagerness to learn about details of the world from a new perspective to something far less innocent, Eli ate her lunch, quietly observing those who nots-so-quietly observed her in return. Bit by bit the canteen became a little more noisy, the scent of dozens and dozens of people growing aroused overpowering the fragrance of the food, and soon after the air had become dense with the musk and arousal, the room started to empty, people pairing in couples or bigger groups, heading out of the canteen to search for somewhere more comfortable where to burn all that new energy. It gave Eli some respite from the constant stares of the crowd and some freedom to enjoy the incredible food provided by the palace's cooks, even as Flora kept looking and hinting at the two of them joining the rest. The young lizard had to decline several times, each time less effective as the herm ram grew more and more hard beneath the table, the splattering of her precum on the underside louder and more powerful. Again Eli felt a weird mix of pride and embarrassment swelling in her chest, making her heart beat faster and blood pump a little harder, all the while her nostrils took in the scent of the aroused herm in front of her. Be it by luck of divine providence, their lunch break was over before the tension between the two could reach levels that Flora could not tolerate anymore and their attention was required somewhere else.

After the bell stopped ringing, the flurry of activity kept Eli's mind wholly occupied by her tasks, the minutes turning into hours and before she could even realize what time was it or what exactly had happened during the entire afternoon, she found herself staring at the building where the servants slept, or rather, the separate building for the Queen's personal entourage. Her stomach was full of whatever she had absent-mindedly eaten for dinner, the taste of something that might have been some fruit she had never eaten before lingering on her tongue. She was so tired she didn't even want to go to the baths she had visited several hours before when she had been asked to deliver food for a couple of high level ministers who were discussing politics in the warm waters. Eli simply took a deep breath and then walked in, her nose immediately filled with the same overpowering scent of arousal that permeated every corner of that section of the palace, only this almost felt several times stronger and more dense. Before her were two rows of beds, one to each side of the long room, the windows blowing in fresh air that failed utterly to make the heavy air feel less packed with lust. At a glance there were more people than beds, probably over twenty five servants for just twenty beds and yet, Eli could clearly see that there were many empty beds. Most of those that weren't had either two people when there weren't three or four, their bodies completely naked, lacking even the jewellery they had when the young lizard saw them that morning. The eyes of all those who could afford to turn their necks locked onto her as she picked the closest bed to herself and slumped on it, her every muscle aching. She had done her best to ignore the pain and the fatigue but it was quickly catching up now that she was done for the day, even her tail refusing to move more than a couple inches at a time.

"You should have not pushed yourself so hard." Eli turned her head with some effort, her gaze falling upon a chubby tiger who was laying on her belly, her breasts squished beneath her much like Eli's own were, although the tiger's looked more fitting on her bigger frame while the lizard's caught the eye because of their size on her smaller frame. "You don't need to impress anyone, you know? The fact that you work for the Queen does not mean you must work until you collapse. Well, unless you're in charge of helping her blow off some steam, in that case you'd better work until the both of you are panting on the floor." The tiger chuckled, twirling a lock of curly hair on her neck. "Name's Gyl, nice to meet you."

"I'm Eli." The fact that she answered with just two words was testament to her state, but Gyl did not seem to mind.

"I know, I was with you in the changing room this morning." The tiger's hearty chuckle made Eli blush in shame. "It's not a problem, really. I can understand how hard it must be for you: new country, new place of work and new rules to follow. I was the same when I first arrived, although I had far less attention handed to me." Gyl's eyes roamed over the lizard's limp body, a big grin baring her shiny white fangs. "Must be pretty overwhelming for someone that has come from the outside world."

"I won't lie... it is absolutely insane." Eli smiled, a tired smile but a sincere one at the same time. Gyl smiled as much as possible, her chuckles once again echoing in the barracks. The tigress stretched, yawning, then, inch after inch she pushed herself up, her breasts pulled down by gravity as she sat on the bed, her legs crossed and looking towards the lizard. "I am not sure how to describe it but... I like it."

"You like the feeling of being able to go around with your junk swinging all over the place and the looks of everyone on that big fat piece of meat or just the fact that you are not looked as if you're some kind of freak?" Gyl's joyful expression waned slightly, her eyes clouding as memories flashed into her mind. Eli fell silent, knowing full well the look of someone who had been marked as different for too long because it was the same look she saw every morning in the mirror she had in her room. It was the look of someone who thought they'd never find a place. "So, as a little gift from little old me, how about I give you a massage?" Eli froze for a different reason, her entire body tensing up when she looked at Gyl, her big paws flexing and relaxing almost as if they were groping something invisible. "Oh, don't worry, I know the rules and I know you're still fresh, so I won't touch anything that you don't want me to touch. It's a simple massage for your muscles." The tigress pulled from a small cabinet beneath the bed a few containers and opened them up, the fragrance of the oils and a few creams for scales and fur wafting towards Eli, the delicate scents almost enough to calm her with just that scent alone. "So, what do you say? Quick rub, in and out real quick. Unless you want me to get more... intimate, in which case I'll give you a full body massage and that will knock any fatigue right out of your body."

Gyl puffed her chest with pride. Eli looked around herself and at the room where everyone was doing everything but paying attention to her. She took a deep breath and then nodded: her muscles ached so much that anything that could help her not be a sorry mess the day after would be more than welcome. The tigress smiled even wider and jumped off the bed, her assets swaying freely. Before she could realize, Eli was naked, completely, her jewellery and her skimpy clothes tossed into a basket that was pushed beneath the bed, all in a few seconds. Somehow she felt even less naked now that she was completely so: having to wear something that instead of hiding her maleness, highlighted it was far removed from anything she had worn in her life, but being in her own scales like this was relaxing.

However, when she felt the hands of the tiger on her back, strong and soft at the same time, covered in warm oils, she tensed up all over. Gyl sighed and told her to relax, slowly starting to coax her muscles to let go of the tension, working gently but letting her know she had to allow her to do her job. Eli bit her lips, a bit embarrassed she had tensed up like so and took a deep breath before slumping on the bed. As soon as the tigress felt her give in, those paws started to move faster, kneading the bundles of tight muscles, spreading oil that made the lizard's body shine under the lamps until her entire back was a shining tapestry. Gyl hovered ever so slightly over the scars on Eli's skin and scales, but only for a moment, resuming her task silently and efficiently.

The young lizard eventually did feel relaxed so much she could hardly muster the strength to move her arms or legs or even her tail, simply allowing the tigress to handle her like a wet cloth, or rather, an oiled up lizard after a day of work. The warmth seeped into her bones in a much more pleasant way than the sun, a warmth that coated her entire being down to the core of her being, the soft paws kneading and smoothing, dancing over her skin like wind. The moan that escaped her lips didn't faze her for several seconds, until she felt the eyes of dozens locked onto her. Eli blushed, realizing that she had actually moaned while being given an innocent massage and decided to ignore the stares as Gyl resumed a second time. However, while her mind was able to overcome those stares, her body was not quite of the same idea and, before she could realize and brace herself, she was feeling her shaft throb between her belly and the bed. Eli hoped that the scent of incense and the arousal of the others would mask hers, but as she squirmed on the bed, trying not to stimulate the sixteen steel-hard inches of ebony shaft, everyone realized what was going on. Gyl chuckled, a little proud and a little envious, her own maleness hard as she stared at the young lizard's toned ass and the prize hidden between her cheeks. The tigress' muff quivered as she stared at the fat pair that churned hard right within her hands' reach.

"Dear you seem awfully pent up..." Gyl bit her lip, tempted to just throw herself onto the bed and shove her face where the young woman's musk was strongest, her nose flaring to take in every drop of scent wafting from below. "Want me to help you release all that pressure?"

"MMMhhh" Eli bit her lips again: the idea was so tempting, so perfect. She was already so hard and so close, she knew that if the tigress did something she'd not last more than a minute. The young lizard raised her ass up, giving her shaft some room to breathe, strands of lust dripping from it like lewd bridges, every couple of seconds her nuts firing a few more spurts onto the bed, already a big puddle had formed. "I'm..." Eli was so close to saying 'yes', so very, very close, but at the same time, she felt like having this tiger, for as skilled as she might have been, was not the best choice for her. Her body seemed to calm down, only to heat up all over again when she realized who she really wanted to take care of her needs. The image of the Queen, legs spread out, her balls lifted by that thick tail, her fingers spreading her vent's lips apart as she licked the flared tip of her shaft, beckoning her was suddenly all she could think of. That was almost enough to send her over the edge in front of an audience of more than thirty people. "I'm good, maybe another time." Gyl frowned, her own arousal achingly hard. "I want to save myself for the Queen." For the young, shy lizard that single sentence took all her strength and no little amount of musk to fuel her inner fire to say. A weight was lifted from her chest, her desires plainly voiced to so many strangers, but being able to be honest in such a way felt just as liberating as being naked and not feeling ashamed for it.

"Ah, if that's the case then I'll step aside." Gyl smiled brightly, moving to another bed and stealing the first shaft she could get her oiled paws on, guiding the doe's tapered length to her soaked muff with skill, slamming her entire body upon the lithe woman, enough to make the bed creak and shake for a couple seconds. "Can't get between a girl and her first time with the Queen after all. Just..." Gyl moaned, her strong legs lifting her up and down upon the lucky doe over and over. "Be ready for the day after, alright?"

Moments later the tigress was too busy hopping up and down the doe's shaft to care about Eli, her hands firmly lodged on her own body, one caressing her breasts and the other stroking the fat shaft as it leaked precum on the bed and on the floor in far less impressive amounts than the young lizard could spill. Eli looked at herself, at the mess she had made once again and the strings of pre coating her shaft and her belly. Maybe she could go to the baths after all.

However, she did not go in the end, instead she merely waited outside the barracks, her eyes focused on the sky above, searching for constellations she knew, her ears filled with the low hum of the moans coming from the thick curtains of the many doors. It was another moment to think and she took it gladly, going over and over that sentence she had said to the tigress: did she really want to give her first time to the Queen or was it just an excuse? Did she, a newcomer who had seen her just once, really had the chance to actually have sex with the very ruler of this kingdom? The dragoness had been very clear: she could come and ask for help anytime, but would she do that in the end? Her body wanted it, it wanted to feel those breasts swallow her head like soft pillows again, it wanted to feel the heat of the dragoness' shaft, it wanted to take in that musk again and again until she could bear no more, but her mind was still conflicted. Eli huffed, thinking about all the years spent hiding and how easy it would have been for her had she not cared or come to this place sooner, how pleasurable the first day in this palace would have been if she had just been able to let go and enjoy the attention.

Morning arrived fast for Eli, maybe too fast even: one moment she was sneaking into the barracks and tossing her head on the pillow and the next she was being woken up by a loud bell in Nora's hands as she walked back and forth among the beds. Many were jerked awake by the bell, some throwing the night lovers onto the floor or falling off the bed themselves. Guessing by the angered mule's reaction, this was not a normal occurrence nor one that was accepted. One by one every servant got up and headed for the baths to clean the cooled off spunk from their bodies as a few went about to take off the cum-soaked sheets from the beds and throw them in a big pile for someone else to collect and clean. Breakfast was quite noisy and cluttered, apparently due to a once-a-week dish that always caught the cooks by storm. However, as soon as the proper workday started, everyone fell into their roles, dressed up neatly and buzzing all over the place, following orders barked from the chief of staff and nobles requesting materials or snacks. Eli merged herself in the flow, dusting, cleaning, washing and moving small objects as Nora watched over her, giving yet more instructions and tips to better serve and avoid breaching the palace code of conduct since, even as liberal as the place was, rules still applied.

Lunch, more work, a small break, more work and then dinner, sleep and repeat. Once, twice, five and ten times over, days passed as the young lizard immersed herself in the palace life, hour after hour, task after task, silently and perfectly following orders without ever complaining or lazing around. The mule always seemed to have more stuff to do for her, always some noble to attend to, always some cook to help, always a dusty piece of furniture in the small and yet immense palace. As the days passed and her strength returned, Eli was given more important tasks, working just a little harder and with every one of them she fulfilled, she felt a little bit better about herself. There was something liberating in the simplicity of hard work as a servant, even when the task required her to be careful and meticulous to satisfy the requirements. It was all so straightforward, so easy: work hard and be rewarded. Compared with the politics and the constant backstabbing that went on in her very own house, well, the house she used to live in, the whispering behind people's backs and the weird looks from relatives and friends, the hostility between servants. Here everyone was honest about what they wanted, be it sexual in nature or not, however, it wasn't without nuances and subtleties. There were of course the implicit demands, the little caveats and the secrets, but it was all much more light-hearted here than anywhere else.

And with every bandage she removed Eli felt a little less ashamed of her own body, less inclined to hide the scars and the nicks in her scales, the imperfections she had been born with even before the desert had laid its hands on her, but the most important day was when she had seen the Queen's back. Eli had already seen the scars on her thigh and knew that the dragoness was no frail woman, she was a warrior as much as a scholar and a politician, however, the huge, white scars that covered most of the Queen's back were something she was not prepared to see. The two massive scars told her that there used to be something and that there was now nothing, the mark of an injury so serious even that dragoness could not avoid. Despite that, she did not hide it, she did not deny that she had those scars and instead she brazenly, boldly showed them. Looking back at her own scars, Eli found more than a few similarities. The Queen and her were not so dissimilar, after all.

Over the course of a few more days, the young lizard didn't feel any more shame for her own imperfections and while they still ached when it rained and made her look a bit savage under a certain light, she almost felt proud. She had survived a storm. She was not weak. Just like that, a small epiphany dawned on her and gave her a sense of peace and calm. It was a singular, brief moment that made all the difference for her.

That being said, while her confidence had gained a massive boost and she was not attempting to cover herself up anymore, not even when the breeze lifted her loincloth and let her maleness swing free, or rather, even more free without a single layer of thin cloth covering it up, her body was still the same. With every morning rise, her shaft rose as well, always needy, always hard and always drawing the attention of the entire room. The ebony maleness throbbed and drooled precum all over until she started working again, her mind slowly suppressing her needs and the ever present, bubbling lust for just a few more hours, a lust that returned whenever she stopped to take a break or someone suggested to share the break in a quiet room, or even right then and there. Eli always refused, knowing that the entire staff was well aware of her desire to let the Queen be her first, however that did not stop anyone from trying to jump ahead of the queue in some way. Every praise, every comment, every lick when someone looked at her hard shaft while she rested upon a wall, her sack swaying so very heavy, leaving prints on chairs, walls and floor alike, each day a little bigger, a little heavier.

After two weeks the two orbs were bigger than melons, a faint sheen of sweat covering them, making them glisten in the sunlight like dark opal gems, her brand of musk almost forming a visible, palpable coat over her very being. Precum bubbled liberally night and day, her bed more soaked with her lust every time she woke up, her morning walk to a cold shower leaving a bigger trail of pre behind. She could swear her flare was also swelling bigger, her shaft thicker all around so pent up she felt and still she waited, slowly gathering the courage to ask the Queen for help. And so the days passed, her efforts making her well known for being a hard worker and a tireless one to boot, although her reputation spread a different kind of rumour around. For every noble that praised her for a task and every magistrate that gave her a new commend, a servant or one of those very same nobles looked at her with hunger, nostrils flaring as they leaned in closer and took deep, desperate, needy whiffs of her musk. Her mere presence seemed to cause shafts to rise and heads to turn, more often when her arousal refused to back down and the curtains between a door and the next were spread open by her swollen flare before she stepped inside.

In a sense she liked the attention, it was almost comparable to being drunk, although her need and desire to empty her sack, to let all that pressure disappear in a puddle of seed or on someone's face and body, on walls and floors and inside holes made it unbearable at the same time. Every day it was harder for her to resist the urge of simply placing her hands upon her shaft in bed and suckle upon her flare until she came or to drop everything during work hours and stroke herself as everyone watched. And still she waited, waited and waited, her balls a little fuller, a little bigger, her musk stronger, her shaft harder. Until she could not wait any longer, until she just had to release all of the pressure inside her sack and only one person could truly help her.

Eli waited until she had made sure that Nora didn't have anything else for her to do that day, her entire workload completed faster than normal in both a need to keep her lust and her erect shaft in control and to meet the Queen earlier. Any second she waited was a second her balls spent getting just a tad heavier and fuller, a second not spent emptying them. The mule seemed to know what the young lizard was thinking and helped her along, whether such a thing was entirely altruistic or had a second, hidden goal, was still to be seen but Eli did not care anymore. She rushed towards the terrace on the top floor of the palace, her balls hindering her march towards release because every step squeezed them, the friction between the soft scales on her inner thigh and the hypersensitive flesh of her sack sending sparks throughout her body like lightning storms crashing in her mind. Eli knew the Queen was there because today she had gone for a meeting with several foreign ambassadors, a day spent talking and doing business and trade on behalf of her people along with Lady Gaia. And whenever such a day ended, the Queen would take the evening off, relaxing as she looked up at the stars and at the city around her palace. Nora had told her so.

She stopped for a brief moment once she reached the upper floor and found herself staring at the thick cloth curtain that separated the hallway from the terrace, looking around and then back at the curtain, over and over. The young lizard closed her eyes, mustering the courage and then stepped inside, her heart pumping madly in her chest, so loud she couldn't hear anything but that constant, quick beat. Once she opened them again, Eli sucked in a deep breath, the thumping even quicker, rushing into her every muscle as she saw the Queen, sprawled on her bed of pillows, naked as always, a bright red dress with jewels embedded in the fabric tossed on the ground, her legs spread wide and her hands placed firmly upon her maleness.

All alone, the dragoness had none of the regal aura she had normally, no proud look in her eyes and no semblance of restraint as her hands roamed over the two and a half feet of her maleness, over and over, up and down, up and down, making the girthy shaft sway left and right, spilling precum all over the place. Ropes of clear lust were scattered on the pillows, dozens and dozens, even more on the floor in a fan, tracing the path of the Queen from the other entrance of the terrace to her current position, a few on the walls and on her own body, coating her breasts, drops hanging from the thick piercings and her horns. Eli mewled, but she was not noticed, instead, the dragoness kept on stroking herself, her palm grinding on the flare, making the pre splatter even more messily, strings connecting her digits before being licked clean. A heavy cloud hung over the entire place, enhanced by the layer of sweat coating the black spotless scales on the dragoness' body, her orbs shivering and sloshing so loudly they made Eli's immense need look utterly unimpressive despite the young lizard's own sack being almost the same size. A groan echoed in the terrace, loud, needy, desperate and Eli was not sure whether it was her or the Queen who let it out. Or maybe it was both at the same time.

The young lizard, quietly watching the dragoness writhe on the pillows, her precum spilling all over the place, ropes thick as fingers decorating her swaying breasts, hanging for dear life on the golden nipple piercings, reached for her own shaft for the first time and closed her hand around it. Before she could have felt her fingertips meet easily on the other side, now she could barely feel them around the middle. The throbbing of her flesh was maddening as was the heat she felt. Her sack was groaning, somehow still finding ways to cram even more seed within it, sweat pouring beneath in a small puddle as the entire place heated up. Eli started stroking, mimicking the Queen, matching stroke after stroke, whenever the dragoness teased her flare, so did she, whenever she reached for the base, so did she. The lizard watched, like a peeper, every slight movement of those immense orbs, the sway of her breasts and the writhing tail, the tip slick with the Queen's vent fluids, plunging deep into her very own sex to further pleasure herself. Eli's own shaft painted the precious mahogany divider in pints of precum, the splatter of her fluids upon it masked by the dragoness' moans.

All of a sudden, the Queen roared, her stroking faster and faster, her balls swaying back and forth as the dragoness tried to breed the air itself in a desperate attempt to bring her pleasure to greater heights. The knot at the base of that ebony pillar swelled, growing right in the herm Queen's hands, spreading her digits apart from the sheer size, making Eli moan at the sight, eager to know how it'd feel pressing against her tailhole. Still the Queen stroked faster, her arms bulging with muscles, her breasts swaying, the piercings jingling barely audible in between the two moaning so loudly. Just as suddenly, the dragoness stopped moving altogether before giving her swollen shaft one last stroke and arching her back. There was a visible contraction of those creamy orbs, a shiver that made their surface shrink and swell an instant later, the tail hoisting them up crammed just a few inches deeper, spreading the slick vent even more. And then the Queen came.

The first rope was thicker than a finger, splattering on the wall several feet behind, a titanic shot racing through the dense air like an arrow, the impact loud and the result messier than most of the shots of pre that had come before. But that was just the first second of the first shot: that single spurt kept going and going and going, the Queen's sack heaving endlessly to deliver more and more seed. Eli felt that it was such a waste, so much splattering on the walls, but she could not stop watching. The second shot was just as massive and endless, the shaft aim shifting ever so slightly, the angle allowing the dragoness to coat even more of the wall, the scent of seed, salt and sweat growing stronger by the second. A third shot, then a fourth, a sixth, a tenth, the Queen proved to her secret admirer that she was just as virile as she looked, the endless tide of seed tangible proof that dripped over the pillows, soaking into them. She lapped her hands clean of seed, one at a time, the other stroking to keep that orgasm going just a little bit more, aiming it so that no corner, no pillow and no inch of floor was not covered in seed. And just as the tide of spunk seemed to come to an end, the Queen pushed her tail deeper still in her vent, fluids spilling forth, her hands teasing and playing with her flare, the weakening spurts now coating her breasts in thick layers.

A second orgasm was triggered just before the end of the first, the dragoness howling even louder, her toes spread wide, flexing open and closed, her legs curling so that those talons could massage her sack and coax even more seed from it, another finger thick shot rocketing out of the still swollen, fist sized flare, only this time the shot rose above the ceiling and fell down to splatter right next to Eli. The young lizard collected a couple drops and licked her fingers clean, her sack lurching but still not quite bringing her over the edge, so close and yet so far. Seed collected between the busty dragoness' breasts, the nest of pillows now holding puddles of it as rivers ran down her scaled chest and her neck until her arms flopped on the side. Two immense orgasms had left the Queen visibly tired, panting, heaving and sweaty, but her arousal had not flagged in the least, the titanic spire of draconic cock standing proud, spunk bubbling from the flare down to paint the black flesh in alabaster white.

One last spurt landed right on the Queen's muzzle, her tongue sneaking out to lap the dense seed, licking her lips, satisfied. However, as the air calmed down and the dragoness' voice stopped towering over every other sound, Eli's moaning and spurting finally reached her ears, allowing the ruler of the lands to know she had a guest. Her eyes moved towards the divider where a hand was firmly attached to, holding the panting lizard standing. For a bit Linna sat there motionless, staring at the lizard as she stroked herself, eyes closed, nostrils flaring, hoping to see if she would reach the top and cum, but she didn't.

"Why don't you let me help, Eli? I'm sure I could be of more use if you allowed me to, rather than just looking at me as I pleasure myself." Her voice sent Eli jumping, almost falling on her ass. The look on the lizard's eyes was one of terror for the briefest of seconds before the warm, kind, lusty smile of her Queen reminded her there was nothing to fear. "Come." Eli stood on her feet and quietly, blushing madly, made the ten steps that separated her from the dragoness. "Did you enjoy the show dear?" Eli nodded, a bit of a blush still present on her muzzle despite knowing that watching someone enjoy themselves was no crime nor was it frowned upon, especially if the one being watched was the Queen herself. The dragoness made no attempts to hide the fact that she enjoyed some audience.

"My Queen... I... uhm..." Eli fidgeted so that her hands would not reach again for her shaft, the throbbing spire now firmly aimed at the dragoness, a couple of spurts landing on those royal feet, making lewd bridges of lust between each talon. "I need help with..."

"Oh, I see exactly where you need my assistance Eli." The Queen smiled, her nostrils flaring to take in the lizard's scent hidden in the ocean of her own musk. "You smell as if you have not released some of that pressure in weeks." Eli blushed deeply.

"I have not since before my departure from my home... a month and a half ago." Eli had not seen the Queen shocked before, although she imagined such a powerful woman would never become too flustered even under distress but the utterly flabbergasted expression on that black muzzle was something that must happen once in a blue moon.

"What??" The Queen stood up, eyes as wide as they could be. "My word, you must be on the verge of exploding dear... this entire place is my corner of the world and I made sure pleasure would be abundant for all but if you didn't find anyone to share it with or even want to, then I must do something to fix the mistake!" The Queen huffed, her flare inches away from the lizard's face, her musky flesh still dripping with spent seed wafting dense, arousing fumes into the already too aroused young woman.

"M-my Q-Q-Queen... I didn't..." Eli took a deep breath, accidentally inhaling even more of that musk, her entire body shivering in pleasure. "I wanted you to be the first..."

"Oh." The dragoness lost the look of surprise as quickly as it had arrived, replaced by a smile and then a big, lusty grin even faster than that. "Oh my." Eli felt the ground disappear from beneath her feet, her eyes suddenly at level with the green gems of the ruler of the desert. "Well I am honoured that you chose little old me, it's always a pleasure to service my subjects since it's my duty and my passion but you... you waited far too long. I'm sure it was very hard for you, I know you had a hard time getting used to living with us, all these people always so horny and wanting to enjoy the pleasures that are so free for everyone... You have been a very, very brave young woman to come to me and ask for help, not many would have mustered the courage to ask their Queen for such a... lewd and yet so vital task." The lizard watched in both shame and deep arousal the Queen's snout close in to her own shaft, inching closer and closer until she could feel the hot breaths wash over her flesh. The dragoness took a deep whiff and moaned. "Oh lords above you smell so pent up it's almost a crime... I would have never lasted a couple days in your shoes..." Eli smiled wryly, once again feeling herself being moved so effortlessly, only this time she was gently put on the throne of pillows, the dragoness' overpowering scent hovering around her like a warm, musky blanket. "I'll do my best to let you feel the pleasure you would have felt in the two weeks you've lived with us. Sit back, relax and let your Queen treat you the way you deserve."

Eli gulped as the dragoness kept her pinned down with one hand, her head slowly moving lower. A kiss on her neck, a kiss on her breasts, a kiss on her oh so very hard nipples that made the young lizard shiver with pleasure, a kiss on her navel, lower, lower, lower. One moment she was staring at those emerald eyes and the next she felt the Queen's snout inches away from her sack, drawing breath after breath after breath, deeper and deeper huffs of her much less imposing scent. The dragoness smiled and then pressed her nose against the lizard's orbs, the two heavy spheres lifted as she buried her entire snout beneath and took one more deep sniff. Both moaned, one because of the scent of a woman so deeply aroused and needy flooded her lungs and the other because for the first time in her life she felt someone else's touch upon her maleness and someone sniffing her sack with immense lust. And then a tongue licked her skin, tasting her flesh and the sweat coating it.

Eli mewled, her toes curling as she grabbed the Queen's head and pulled her closer to her sack, her orbs spreading around the black snout, making every breath taken so deeply laden with the scent of lust and arousal. The dragoness smiled and greedily huffed her subject's scent, over and over until her shaft ached and her own sack sloshed with an ever growing load. For a minute she was held there, forced to huff and breathe over the lizard's melon sized orbs, let go only because the one keeping her there lost the grip on her horns and slumped, every ounce of energy dumped into the raging boner above.

"Quite eager... but I guess you have the right to be so demanding." Linna smiled and licked her lips, a stray drop of sweat falling into her waiting mouth. "But please, let me take the reins for a bit, I have... serviced every last one of my subjects who has approached me and trust me..." Her tongue slipped out again, only this time she dragged it from the valley between the lizard's orbs all the way to the throbbing, leaking tip. "I know what I have to do." Eli moaned again, crossing her eyes and curling her toes over and over again. "So brace yourself because I will milk every last drop from your sack." Before Eli could say anything, that tongue was placed upon her flare, circling around it, lapping spurt after spurt of precum as if it was liquid gold. "You taste so good dear." Linna grinned when a shot flew higher than the rest, a result of her compliment, the stray pump ending on her muzzle after a second of flight, making her nose even more full of the lizard's thickening scent.

The dragoness closed her lips around the flare so that she would seal it the fat organ completely, her tongue still dancing over the swollen flesh, teasing it, tasting it, playing with it as she pushed it deeper into her mouth. Her throat danced to swallow precum every couple of seconds, sometimes placing her hand at the base so that the next shot would be more dense and more sizeable, packed to the brim with essence. As soon as she felt that shaft throb harder, erratically, the lizard's hips twitching madly, she stopped, tightening her grip around the base. Eli groaned: she had been so, so close and yet the Queen had stopped her from reaching her climax. The two exchanged a look, one desperate, the other playful.

"Not yet my dear." As the lizard shivered, her hips still twitching, Linna pulled back and grabbed her breasts, hefting them up. Still coated in her own seed, she juggled them, the heavy piercings making their crisp sounds for a couple of seconds until the two soft, vast pillows were placed to either side of Eli's maleness. Completely engulfed by warm slick flesh, the lizard moaned, throwing back her head into the mass of actual pillows, her hands grasping at whatever they could and finding little purchase in the mass of cum coated mountain. "I'll make every moment not spent cumming in my palace worth it." The Queen opened her mouth again and again she took that shaft inside it, pleasantly surprised to see that a few inches stuck out of the top of her breasts. She gave her a few seconds to take a deep breath before resuming.

Her arms squeezed her breasts from the sides, imprisoning the sixteen inch shaft in softness, her nipples digging into the lizard's lower belly with their hardness and the two piercings on top. Eli huffed, doing her best not to spill her load right then and there, trying to last as much as possible so that she could enjoy this little corner of heaven forever. Her body betrayed her, thrusting into that soft expanse, her balls slapping loudly beneath, making the Queen's breasts jiggle even more, the plaps echoing around the two. Linna herself would have moaned, but her mouth was full of her lover's shaft, forced to swallow even more precum than before. Her eyes focused on Eli's face, judging her expression, timing every thrust upwards with a tighter squeeze of her pillows, a more needy lick or anything that could make the lizard moan louder.

Minutes passed, Eli resisting bravely against the experienced Queen's onslaught, her entire shaft swallowed, massaged, caressed, licked and suckled upon. However, as much as the young lizard wanted this to last for hours, her body had been pushed beyond its limits for days and weeks, and now it wanted relief from its heavy, musky burden. Her hips became a sandy blur, faster and faster, the lewd plaps of her balls upon the royal tits quicker and heavier, every pump of pre tasted stronger and more packed with essence to the Queen. One last thrust, one last throb and one last lick upon her flare, then Eli howled, nearly matching her lover's previous pleasured call. Linna opened her mouth and pushed her breasts away, swallowing every last inch of Eli's shaft, the bulge settled firmly inside her gullet, bulging it out ever so slightly before the first shot rocketed through that ebony pillar.

Linna was shocked at the force of the shot dumped in her throat, rivalling hers on a normal day, the dense spurt of lizard spunk made her throat dance, gulp after gulp, her skilled gullet massaging the even more swollen flare, her hands teasing, caressing and squeezing the sack that was giving it to her. Eli arched her back, her eyes shut so hard it hurt as she seemed to pump every last drop she carried in her sack inside the Queen's stomach. Seconds passed and shot after shot after shot of dense seed left her factories, their weight lessening gradually but even after thirty endless seconds, Linna could feel no end to Eli's orgasm. Forty seconds and it still throbbed just as hard, fifty and only then she felt the latest spurt's strength dwindle, a full minute and still she kept going. Shot after shot, the Queen dutifully swallowed them all, until even her body started to feel full and she pulled back, one more spurt splattering upon her snout before the throbbing made the shaft sway out of control, coating her breasts in essence-packed seed. And again, one shot, then two and ten more after that, ten more seconds of nearly inhumane pleasure. Linna was panting, her mouth open, small rivers of cum falling from the bridge of her nose, her breasts completely caked in it, two erect black nipples standing out within the sea of white with their golden piercings and despite it all, the shaft that had just then stopped dumping so much seed into her stomach was still so, so very hard.

She groaned lustfully, more turned on by the sight in front of her than her own immense arousal, more so than the overpowering scent of sex and deep desires that hung in the air: Eli was hard, throbbing just as much as before, her sack still looking full and heavy as if the paunch in her own stomach was nothing but an illusion. And yet the weight, the taste and the lake of spunk sloshing within her was very much real. Linna smiled, her hands roaming over her breasts, scraping wads of white from her flesh and lapping it up. It seemed that the young lizard had seen that, which made her moan and fire another dense spurt of pre right on her Queen's muzzle.

"I rarely find someone who can put me in such a state... mmmmhhh..." The dragoness stood up, her more massive maleness safely nestled in between her breasts now, washing all the sweat and lizard lust with her own brand of fluids. Behind her, unseen by the panting servant, Linna was drenched, her vent puffy, aching and needy more than normal, nearly winking for a phantom partner further in the back. "My goodness you are beyond pent up... I'll need to work harder or we'll be here all night..." The dragoness chuckled. "Although that would just as pleasing." Eli gulped, unsure of what to say or whether to say anything at all, part of her too busy ogling every inch the royal dragoness presented her: every scale coated in her own cum, every throb of that black length, every bob of her balls and the pleasant wobbling of those pillows caressing the fat flare. "But I think you won't last that long so... allow me to make full use of my body to please you since my stomach is quite full right now..." Eli blushed, watching the paunch of the dragoness, a paunch that was the result of her very own body. "Don't be ashamed, I too end up filling my lovers like this quite often... it's a wonderful feeling..." She murred, the lizard's shaft twitching, a little envious of those who could say they had been filled to the point they carried a sloshing belly full of royal spunk.

Linna smiled, still wiping cum off her chest as she sat down on the pillow bed, opposite her servant who was still sprawled upon it, breathing hard. The dragoness flashed her a smile as she curled her legs towards her own sack, the soft pads cradling the two immense creamy white orbs, each deforming around her talons despite being so very heavy and so very full, sweat coating almost every inch as the heavy musk, arousal and a windless evening made for a terrifying combination that made both lovers heat up faster. Linna once again showed the nimbleness acquired with her constant yoga practice, something no servant wasn't aware of, her feet slowly squeezing and caressing her sack, kneading it like soft bread before moving ever so slightly upwards, inch after pleasurable inch of musky dragon shaft, until both feet were framing her black length, her toes holding the flare steady as it pulsed and swelled with every heartbeat.

The Queen took a deep breath and started to stroke her own flesh with her feet, her pads growing slick and wet as they were bathed in precum and spent seed alike, thick strings connecting each flexing toe, lewd sounds barely audible underneath the moaning and grunting. After a minute, Linna pulled her feet away, letting Eli watch as her digits flexed and spread, dozens of thick strings connecting her pads to her flesh, just for a moment before those slick feet were pressed upon her smaller but equally hard shaft. The lizard arched her back, the sensation so utterly new and so deviously pleasurable she could not quite figure out if it was a dream or real, the Queen's toes, pads and soles almost smothering her shaft. It was so different from a hand, so different from a tongue or anything else she had felt in her entire life, not that she had had the chance to feel more than her own paw for most of it and only minutes before the Queen had shown her the pleasure of a mouth.

However, as the Queen spread her digits wide and rubbed her sole upon her flare, Eli could not even imagine something so... lewd, so unusual could be this amazing. Her body once again acted without her consent, her own mind a passenger on that insane ride, her hips twitching and thrusting as her shaft tried to breed the dragoness' foot. Linna murred, pleased that the young lizard was enjoying her special treatment, watching as she moaned, bit her lips and grasped for support from the pillows, her balls churning with so much unspent seed it was painful for the Queen herself to watch. She wanted to see her cum, she wanted to see her servant thrash, squirm and howl as she painted her entire body in white spunk until not a drop of seed was left. It was her duty as a queen to make her servants happy and this one had endured so much for so long. She allowed the lizard to grab her feet and used them as she saw fit, her shaft sliding in between them, over her pads and between the thick digits, over and over, stray spurts splattering on her own flesh, further painting her in musky lust. The thick tail returned between her legs, teasing her slit, pleasuring her female half while she pawed at her maleness, tongue out to lap at her flare, not even swallowing the pints of precum spilling forth from her sack.

Eli huffed, taking one footpaw away from her shaft and pressing it against her muzzle, making the Queen murr in pleasure again as she felt the lizard nuzzle her precum slathered toes, huffing the scent of her pads. For a woman that had not even known the joy of having a lover to share her lust with, Eli was giving it her everything to catch up right then and there: her tongue sneaked out of her lips, licking the soles of her Queen with devotion, huffing and sniffing hard enough to make her chest heave, sink and rise time and time again. The moment the young lizard opened her mouth and took one of those pre covered toes and suckled upon it, a small tongue dancing over the pads and the crevices between that digit and the next, Linna moaned, her shaft jumping in her grasp as a small orgasm wracked her frame. Eli's desperation was contagious, seeping into the dragoness' own body, making her shiver and want more herself. She curled her foot, pressing it against the lizard's belly and rubbed it up and down, up and down, faster, faster and faster still. Black flesh against black flesh, sweat and precum combining to make both slick and shiny. Eli mewled, still thrusting upwards, her flare tickling the Queen's foot as she rubbed the other on her muzzle, said dragoness utterly enamoured with the show and the pleasure she was feeling despite barely touching herself at this point.

As the temperature rose and precum flowed, as the minutes passed like hours, with every lick, sniff, stroke and spurt, the two lovers brought each other closer and closer to a shared peak, a looming mountain both were determined to reach as soon as possible. However, Eli seemed to jump ahead when she dropped the foot she had devoutly huffed for an eternity and grabbed the other, mashing both against her snout, greedily hogging it all for her nose to sample now that it was utterly coated in her own pre and scent. Linna noticed that, her eyes widening for a split second seeing the lizard's shaft jump, throb and heave thicker precum by the second. In a flurry of emotions, her own maleness aching, knot almost completely swollen, her flare as big as her own fist, the dragoness pushed her servant back, her paws still grasping the sides of Eli's snout as she grabbed the lizard's feet and placed them upon the bigger ebony shaft. Both moaned, one smothered in sweaty footpads and the other feeling someone else's soles caress her knot for the first time in a long while. The pleasure mounted like a mad stallion in rut, higher and higher, Linna humping her servant's feet as they sandwiched her flesh, the soft scales covering them ticking her knot and flare time and time again, Eli licking every crevice and sniffing as if her life depended on it.

Then both howled, the palace echoing with their shared pleasure, the streets finally learning of the events going on in the terrace just as ropes of white alabaster flew in the air and splattered all over. The Queen's flare was aimed at the lizard's breasts, spurts coating those sand-coloured scales in spunk, the sheer amount of it would have made a spectator believe the Queen had not released anything that day or the day before. Eli gritted her teeth, taking deep breaths that were still so heavily laden with dense foot musk and sweat, her sack taut, almost painfully so as rope after rope after rope rose in the air, hanging in the dense lust only to fall back, splashing upon her own muzzle and the Queen's entire body, while she did the same. The lizard felt her soles grow sticky with draconic cum, buckets of it coating her scales, lewd bridges rising and falling as more spilled from that titanic throbbing flare. Eli lasted another minute under the barrage of her orgasm, firing so much her lover's front was little more than a white blob of hot spunk, however, the Queen showed her just how endless the reserves inside the dragoness' one foot and a half wide orbs were, each roiling, churning second only letting her pump more out. The lizard finished her orgasm but the dragoness did not, spurt after spurt kept coming, two minutes of endless pleasure.

At some point Eli had dropped the dragoness' feet and latched her mouth upon her shaft, her mouth bulging, straining to take the flare and failing miserably as the mammoth lump had swollen bigger than her fist. Despite such a failure, the lizard had not given up, her tongue running around it, teasing the throbbing flesh, her hands roaming just below while her shaft poked the Queen's sack, sharing its warmth and feeling the churning orbs strain in order to spurt every last drop onto the two of them. The taste of the Queen's cockflesh was divine, a million times better than her feet but in a different way, so hard under her tongue, so hot and alive, salty and perfect under every angle. Her hands could not even circle around the base, only just around the root of the flare, but just slightly. An eternity or ten seconds later, her nose was pressed against those fat orbs, taking in their scent, the vibrations rocking her to the core like an earthquake, the heavy sack deforming around her snout, so dense and yet so soft, the sound of cum rushing out deafening the moans of the dragoness attached to it. Eli licked, cleaned, nuzzled and worshipped that fat cock, still cumming herself but utterly in love with every last inch of her Queen's maleness.

Two minutes after the first spurt, Linna felt the last leave her sack and hit her lover on the snout, the lizard licking it clean only to return to cleaning the ebony flesh with devotion and dedication, inch after inch worshipped and slathered in saliva.

"Oh my... that was... lovely..." Even for someone like her, Linna felt that that last orgasm was definitely something that she didn't experience all too often. She caressed Eli's muzzle gently, collecting wads of spunk, her own, to lick and swallow. With no little amount of pride Linna noticed that the lizard had drunk her share of cum, her belly swollen and sloshing, heavy with dragon essence muck like hers was full of the small lizard's. "Didn't expect you to be so... talented."

"Th-thanks..." It felt as if those were the first words she uttered in days, she almost wished it was so because it would explain just how much pleasure she was feeling in that moment. If someone were to tell her that it had been just a handful of minutes since she had first laid eyes on the Queen touching herself, Eli would have hardly believed it. "You taste good... my Queen." Linna smiled.

"You taste good too my dear." And for the third time, Eli felt herself float as the dragoness picked her up, her body gently pulled until the two were staring at each other, their breasts ballooning as the lizard's stiff nipples dug into the Queen's pillows, their shafts rubbing and sharing the last few spurts of cum. "Come..." Linna opened her mouth and placed her lips on Eli's, their tongues coiling and swirling, fighting for the right to stay in one mouth, the dragoness winning far too easily over and over again. "How are you feeling? Still hard?" Linna kissed her again, one hand reaching for her lover's shaft, finding it hard just like before. "Oh my you are insatiable... as expected from a dragon's descendant."

"What?" Eli was shaken out of the daze a moment after the second kiss ended, her snout buried between the Queen's breasts. "D-dragon? What?"

"Dear me, you don't know? That's... very sad." Linna let her servant stay there, caressing her head as she caught some breath as well. "When I saw you I felt something, a weird feeling but it was just a hint. Took me a while before I realized that you must have some dragon blood inside your veins, which makes the two of us more similar than you can imagine. It would also explain how you survived the desert's storm and... well... this big hunk of meat..." The dragoness' hands squeezed Eli's shaft, her flare swelling just enough to let the two of them know that she was still raring to go, still full and needy. "Dragons aren't so rare that a little bit of mixing between species doesn't happen every couple hundred years..."

"How... but I'm the only one in my family like this..." She couldn't understand how that could happen, although she doubted the Queen would ever lie.

"Bloodlines are a funny little thing: your draconic ancestors might have existed ten generations ago, or a hundred, their blood too weak to manifest in your family for centuries until the concentration was high enough that the magical properties of their bloodlines finally rose and made you what you are." Linna kissed her on the forehead, stroking her back like a loving mother comforting her child after a storm. "It caused you much pain, people don't understand those who are different and magic only makes things worse, however, I'm here now." Eli smiled wryly, sad and relieved at the same time now that she had an idea why she could never fit in her family. "This means you have magical talents hiding inside you dear, and I could teach you a few things so you can find your way into the world and make something to change it." The Queen chuckled. "Although we might need to get this pesky little thing down for the time being... can't have you learning alchemy and spellcasting with such a needy cock, right?" Eli blushed as she felt those strong hands caress her shaft and her sack again. "That being said, all that moaning and rubbing made me quite hornier than I'd be at this point." The dragoness grinned, licking the lizard's neck, making her shiver and twitch with eagerness. "I hope you are ready to give your Queen a hand or two... or..." Eli stood still as the Queen stood up, looming over her like a mountain, turning around to face the city rather than the still hard lizard. "An eager tongue will do just fine." Linna lifted her thick tail and spread her legs: strands of fruity lust coated every last inch of scales that were hidden behind the dragoness' immense balls, the black, plump lips of her sex oozing more and more by the second, dripping below. Only now Eli realized that where the Queen had been sitting there was a massive damp spot, the pillows utterly soaked in female lust. "If you are ok with it, of course..."

Linna reached behind, grabbing her toned ass and spreading it, revealing more of her hidden prizes: the puffy tailhole was like a black opal nestled deep in her cheeks, winking, beckoning her like a prize, her slit oozing lust. The dragoness curled her tail, still allowing her to see the shivering mess that was in front, spreading the black lips of that passage, the pink quivering tunnel visible at long last. Eli stared in awe and deepening desire as the dragoness, holding her rump in her hands, sat on her groin, the two toned cheeks swallowing the lizard's shaft much like the royal breasts had done before. Eli felt softness envelop her on all sides, her flare just about pressed against the Queen's puffy tailhole, precum now spurting and coating the twitching hole, some of it, most of it, dripping lower, parting around the lips of the dragoness' sex like a lewd waterfall. The two murred, Linna lowering herself just a tad more, their balls touching, one massive, immensely heavy pair smothering the other, just as massive and now slightly lighter sack. Heat was shared as was the vibrations of both churning sets of fat orbs, each shocked by the sheer weight and need the other still had even after so much had been spilled. The dragoness felt her lover's maleness throb and swell, the fat flare pressing against her tailhole, threatening to spear her on such a wonderful hunk of meat. But today was not the right day for that kind of pleasure.

"My, how would I love to feel you inside me, Eli, however, that pleasure is a right given to those most deserving of it. While my mouth, my hands and feet or my breasts are for anyone to enjoy, not many can say that they have felt my vent tightening around their shafts." The Queen rose, Eli mewling, desperate to cram herself in any of those two alluring, slick holes. "So I will have you pleasure me in another way..." Linna grinned, already looking forward to the next hours as she rose and pulled her rump closer to Eli's head, eventually stopping, hovering above her snout, fluids dripping on it. "Of course, I shall repay your efforts with my own."

"I'd love to my Queen." El gulped, her shaft rock hard as the scent of a female wormed its way in her nose, a different need swelling inside her. The dragoness chuckled, lowering her ass slowly, far too slowly but never stopping until she felt the warm breath of the lizard against her lips and tailhole. A quick, tentative lick upon her slit made the royal dragoness shiver, her own shaft twitching, firing a strand of precum several feet in front of her like an arrow fired from a bow.

"Please..." Linna grinned, plopping her ass on Eli's face, smothering her under hundreds of pounds of horny, needy dragoness, her tailhole just enough out of reach that the lizard could do little but either fight to get to it or dive for her much plumper muff. The Queen murred, her lover immediately making the right choice, her hands grabbing on vast amounts of ass, squeezing and groping with desperation, her tongue diving for the inviting pink passage, her nose huffing the even denser musk trapped behind there. The Queen groaned, her lover's tongue already darting for her passage, teasing the outer lips and working its way deeper into her slit, promising so much pleasure. True to her words, the dragoness did not simply ride her servant's muzzle, tapping once more into her flexible body, bending down until she was facing Eli's flare once more. One lick, a quick sniff and already the royal dragoness was feeling hungry, the musk wafting from that ebony shaft had grown deeper, more dense and attractive, as if the sloshing cargo of fresh seed in her stomach was little more than a lie. She bent further, rubbing that shaft on her own muzzle, feeling the hardness through her scales, nuzzling the root of it where the scent was stronger. "Call me Linna."