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"The North" they called it. It could almost be found amusing, the fact that no one had come up with a more inspirational name yet. It was like calling an island for "the island" and would cause most southerners to smirk. But few did know the complexity behind finding a "proper" name for the North, for it was indeed almost impossible.

The North had been nothing but lands of scattered clans and tribes at best and sheer wilderness at worst. It had been known as "the Wildlands" for centuries before it slowly but surely started to get more populated; and once civilization had been established for a few decades the name "the North" had started to spread all the more. It was still a wild, foreign and dangerous land ruled by many little clans, warlords, tribesmen, minor kingdoms and city states; many of them highly traditionalist and considered "backwards".

For centuries, the many small civilizations of the Wildlands had battled each other for territory, riches and domination. This had been one of the main reasons the area was considered dangerous, for he who traded with one side would be attacked by the other. Trade routes were never entirely safe which, in return, raised the prices for any products from the south, leaving the North largely dependent on itself - which was why it was lacking the many comforts of the southern world. It wasn't until a mere 30 years ago that one of the lesser kingdoms, reaching from a city state by the western sea, had started to continuously conquer lands and keep them in control. The land had been in turmoil for a long time but it had started to stabilize 20 years ago and grow into a state of considerable power. Ever since, the kingdom had slowly but surely either annexed smaller kingdoms and tribes, or simply conquered them with blood and brute force. However, the power structure of this new kingdom on the rise was vastly different. Instead of pushing its own culture and population over the lands it conquered, it raised local leaders into feudal lords who, in return for rewards, swore loyalty to their new king. By joining they gained favourable trade deals as well as military might and protection against enemies and outlaws. Generally speaking, the perks far outweighed the drawbacks which is why many smaller clans and tribes willingly submitted to their new king. Soon afterwards they saw their economy bloom with riches and grains from the wealthy south. The health of the population increased with a more rich and mixed diet and all in all, life was in an upwards curve.

Warfang was a mighty imperial city in the south, from which most merchants had been travelling north. They had been the dominant power in the region for centuries and no one had ever paid the Wildlands to the north any attention. It was a tribal wilderness on the other side of a mountain range and nothing more. Now that one kingdom had so rapidly started to spread its influence and conquered land after land, however, the attention of Warfang had slowly shifted. When the first warnings and indications came, no one had bothered much. After all, preparing for a possible war was costly and the kingdom was yet deemed a "petty peasant rule" by most of the nobles. But when more and more traders came back bringing riches, gemstones and culture from the north, minds had slowly started to change. To be on the safe side, Warfang had started to construct defences in the mountains, but fortresses took years to build and the towers still only had their foundations laid when reports came of the northern kingdom's rapid expansion. Several tribes and clans were annexed into it every year, and by the time the bottom floor of the towers were finished, with no more defensive works than a wooden palisade and dirt walls, the northern influence already stretched over an area half as big as Warfang. Such a rapid expansion had forced the nobles of the empire into an emergency meeting where they would discuss how to handle their neighbour to the north. It was no longer a petty peasantdom, but rather a force to be reckoned with - and respected. And it was with that aspect that "the Wildlands" had became "the North." A unified nation.

Warfang sure had a lot of military resources at their disposal, but fighting such an enemy with force would be very costly in both life and gold, so that was quickly put into the pile of emergency solutions. Instead, the Treasure Master of Warfang put his golden goblet of rich red wine on the table, crossed his paws and interlocking his digits, and looked around the table.

"Gentledrakes." he started while nodding at them one by one, his frilly "beard" wiggling as he spoke. "I think it is quite obvious that we cannot easily scare such a ravenous nation into submission by military might. They have managed well on internal resources for decades, if not centuries. They have nothing to lose but all to gain in a war with us."

The other dragons around the table nodded, some scratching their chins with their claws.

"I therefore suggest that we must give them something to lose. Something that will make them inherently unwilling to ever bear arms against the south." He reached out with his arms as if to suggest something obvious. "I suggest a trade deal. A very favourable trade deal, and imperial troops from Warfang to protect said trade routes all the way through the mountains. We have riches, greens and grains, items highly sought after in the north. Goods they do not want to part with. Goods that will hurt to part with." Murmurs of agreement came from the other nobles. "So... I suggest we start by sending an envoy up north to discuss these terms with the Northern King. If he is as wise as he seems, he has everything to gain and nothing to lose on an alliance with us, as we have with him. And what revenue we lose in tolls and taxes from the trade deals, will be repaid as the goods can reach further north and a wider population."

There was a pause of complete silence at the table before the next noble put his cup down.

"I concur."

The next cup clanked against the table.

"Aye."

"I concur."

One by one, the cups hit the table until they reached the Chief of State. He looked around the table, meeting the gaze of each one of the gentledrakes at the table to make sure they were sincere. Once he saw sincerity in all their eyes, he closed his eyes and placed his cup down too.

"I concur. So it is done." He then slowly opened his eyes again and looked at the Treasure Master. "I take it you already have an envoy in mind?"

"I have just the one." the Treasure Master smiled and nodded.

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Rifty was one of the youngest Guardians of Fire. He was certainly not one to fulfil the image of your typical diplomat. One would surely think of an older, well-established and charismatic dragon that could be fluent and soft like water yet hard like rock depending on the situation, and always with nerves of steel. Rifty was nothing of the like. He was a smaller orange little drake, often shy and submissive in his nature even though he could also be fierce. Neither did he possess a sharp tongue nor was he eloquent, but he had this uncanny ability to somehow hit emotional triggers with those he talked to. There had been almost no situation he had not been able to talk his way out of, and the few diplomatic missions he had been sent on had always turned out very fruitful. It was one of those cases where no one really understood how he did it, but it worked, so...

When the Treasure Master approached Rifty with the proposition to send him up north, Rifty was very curious. He had never been north of the mountain range before. He had heard so many tales and stories of the area and now he would finally get to see it for himself. He agreed to the mission without much hesitation and was soon packing. No more than 3 days later he would head north together with his companions, equipped and ready for a long travel through the mountains and into the wilderness beyond. If he secured this trade deal for Warfang, he would get a really nice cut for himself and could consider himself a rather wealthy dragon for many years to come.

Whatever Rifty had actually imagined the North to be like, it was nothing like what laid before him. He had thought of something along the lines of large, fancy wooden villages that had slowly turned into cities, with palisade walls and farmland still inside them. But what laid before him as the mountains descended into valley was long wavy hills of forest that turned into large swathes of farmland before ending at the foot of a city wall. The tall walls rose up from the landscape like a dark shadow that glowed from within by a thousand embers from all the houses inside it. Pillars of smoke rose from the chimneys and on a cliff, towering above the city, was a huge dark castle. It looked almost no different from the cities south of the mountains. Perhaps the northerners weren't so far behind as he had thought. Rifty bit his lip in deep thought about what to actually expect upon arrival as the updraft dissipated under him and he started to glide lower. Soon the fresh, moist air of the pine forest under him reached his nostrils and he took a deep breath. It was a new smell to him, one never experienced before and it caused him to wiggle his nose and take a few more whiffs. It had a distinct freshness to it that he really appreciated. Suddenly he felt really excited from all the impressions and made a barrel roll in the air. He almost felt like a little hatchling again, going on adventure and exploration.

However, the childlike excitement was quickly taken away from him only a few moments later when, out of the trees, 4 green dragons shot up around him. Rifty nearly let out a scream in shock and almost tumbled to one side before he found himself surrounded by them. However they did not stop him, but rather angled their wings gracefully and flew alongside him and his escort. The southern dragons had all been taken by surprise at first, but now realized that they were being escorted towards the castle. Rifty looked around between them. The green dragons had stonefaces - very professional as if they knew exactly what they were doing and had done this a million times before. Soldiers. Real soldiers, Rifty thought to himself. Yet, there was one thing that really bothered him about this: this was nothing but a show of force from the northern king, which could only send one very clear message - Come over the mountains uninvited, and you'll be taken out of the sky before you reach my walls.

Soon they swept in over the city and Rifty couldn't help but notice the very mixed population beneath them. The north was really a potpourri of peoples and cultures who had started to gather under the same roof. He saw nagas, lizardfolk, elves, ogres... and of course lots of dragons, even kobolds. They steered towards the cliff from which the castle stood tall overlooking the city beneath it, catching an updraft and circling ever upwards until the soldiers guided them onto a plateau in the courtyard. As he landed, Rifty noticed a rather noble-looking purple dragon who stood patiently waiting before him. They were surrounded by what seemed to be honour guards and Rifty figured that this dragon must be an envoy of the King. He bowed his head down and the purple drake did the same before stepping aside and turning, revealing a door behind him.

"I bid thee very welcome to Darkstone Castle. I hope the quarters will suit you."

As he spoke, the door was opened by servants, revealing a decorated hallway behind it leading into the castle itself. Rifty exchanged a few looks with his followers before nodding towards the envoy, stepping past him and entering the castle.

He was quickly surrounded by servants, one of them showing him to his quarters while others took care of their luggage and others offered refreshments. This felt nothing like a wild uncivilized woodland, but just as fancy and flamboyant as the southern courts. As he entered his quarters - which were very comfortable - he figured that perhaps it was time to re-evaluate the reputation the North had in Warfang. He was told that he would be received at court by sunset and that he should take some time to rest, which after such a long flight was more than welcome. He was given a light meal and water so cold that it fogged up the glass. As he stretched out in the soft bed on top of blankets and pillows, looking up at the decorated ceiling, he felt that this was really not a bad life after all. He fell asleep quicker than he expected and without realizing it. He thought he had only closed his eyes when he woke up later, but quickly realized that the room was basking in the golden glow of the afternoon sun and a light knocking was heard at the door. Rifty sat up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and blinked for a moment before answering. A servant carefully opened the door and bowed. It was time to get up, get ready and head to court. More servants came into the room to help him with anything he might want or need, and after some refreshment in a fountain he was being escorted down to the court - the throne room where he would be received by the King of the North. Someone he had always imagined as a rough and tough, ruthless ruler without much class, but from what he had seen so far in the castle it seemed anything but and he really was not sure of what to expect at this point. His mind tried to draw up dozens of different personalities and scenarios as he walked through the corridors of the castle, trying to mentally prepare for the meeting he was about to have. First impressions were incredibly important and could not afford to screw this one up. Soon he came up to a large double door, guards on each side pulling it open. He swallowed hard as the bright light of the throne room shone through the gap. It was now, now or never.

He stepped through the doors, the sound of his paws dampened by a red carpet. White pillars and red drapes lined the walls in a throne room fit well for a mighty king. Rifty couldn't help it as his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the sheer might of the room he was in. And then, his eyes fell on the throne. In it sat a large black dragon, much larger than Rifty himself. The dragon wore silver belly scales and lavender purple wings, frills and... fins? Rifty couldn't help but admit surprise - he had not expected a sea dragon to sit on the throne here. Yet there was something off about him; despite being large and muscular, the king seemed lean and curvy with rather handsome traits. Could it be..? No. Rifty unconsciously started to walk faster to close the distance to have a closer look. But as he neared the stairs up to the throne it was no longer a question. The North didn't have a king. The black dragon's slender, curvy form and eyes spoke of something very different. They had a Queen. Rifty quickly kneeled before her and she lifted her head to look at him, her ice blue eyes piercing him. He could almost feel them through his scales, which was an eerie feeling. She had a raw, robust look to her and was perhaps just as barbaric warlord-looking as he had expected the king to be, yet resided in such marvellous halls. She must have acquired a taste for the finer life, he thought to himself as he slowly stood back up.

The dragoness cocked her head at him, closely following his movements with those piercing eyes of hers, watching every step, every little quiver of a scale. Nothing went unnoticed.

"So... you must be the envoy from Warfang, I take it?"

Her voice was dark and rumbly yet with clearly feminine undertones, fitting for a dragoness her size. He could see her chest muscles move under her hide as she spoke, her forked black tongue whipping and playing between rows of sharp, obsidian black glass-like teeth. The whole scene reminded Rifty of a predator looking at her prey and it made him nervous. He felt himself tremble slightly as a drop of sweat formed on his brow. One of his assistants quickly stepped up at his side and bowed.

"My Queen, this is Rifty, the youngest of the Guardians of Fire and the envoy to you from the city of Warfang."

Rifty made a quick bow as he was introduced, then looked up to see that the queen before him had no servant to come up and tell him her titles. Instead her claws curled around the armrests of the throne with a scraping sound. She then slowly leaned forward, making her large stature become much clearer to him. Rifty swallowed as she leaned in almost nose to nose with him. Her large nostrils flared as she sniffed at him, taking in his scent. He could even feel the cool sensation as the air flowed over his snout. She then pulled back a little bit, looking into his eyes.

"And my name is Valcyrie." she spoke. "Queen of the Northern lands. No inherited titles. Only earned."

Rifty swallowed hard. Why had he not been informed of this? Someone must surely have known that the North had a Queen and not a King. Had he been tricked into this? So that he would stand here, looking like a complete moron in front of everyone? Was this a trick? Some kind of humiliation? What had he done to deserve that? His mind was spinning wildly as the queen slowly cocked her head the other way, her lips cracking up in a grin.

"Is there something bothering you, Envoy?"

Rifty quickly shook his head.

"Not at all, my Queen! I swear, I was merely misinformed of... of your... stature. I mean, beauty. Your riches and tastes. How... marvellous your halls would be. The... hospitality of... your court."

Without realizing it, Rifty had started to sweat and tremble a bit more while nervously fiddling with his forepaws. Queen Valcyrie noticed his nervousness and sat up a bit more straight, blinking in surprise. This guy really did not seem like a renown diplomat at all, in fact he seemed to barely know what he was doing. She raised an eyeridge and just observed him for a while as he spoke. Only when he fell silent and nervously smiled at her did she lean forward again, her own expression deadly serious. She gave a quick nod to the others around, guards and members of court alike.

"Leave us!"

Rifty gave a little jolt and looked around as everyone started to leave the room, including his own servants, until no one but the Queen herself and him were remaining. The Queen leaned back in her seat and just looked at him for a while where he stood in silence, fiddling with his paws. After a while, she spoke.

"So... you are indeed Rifty, hmmh?"

He swallowed and nodded.

"Yes ma'm. I mean, my Queen."

He ended in a nervous chuckle as he stumbled over his own words. The queen just looked at him for another moment before she gave a quick shake of her head and reached over to a side table, pulling up a large silver pitcher from which she poured wine into two glasses.

"Relax. Here, drink."

She held out one of the glasses to him which he carefully accepted and lifted to his lips, taking a small sip. He was cautious around alcohol. Valcyrie lifted her own glass towards him and glared into his eyes.

"Drink!" she commanded. Rifty gave a small gulp and quickly emptied his glass, but as he lifted it back down from his lips he saw the Queen grin at him. That made him even more nervous, as the look on her face was one of victory, as if she knew exactly where she had him. She had only drank half of her own glass and put it back on the side table before she leaned back in her throne again and beckoned him closer with a curled claw. Rifty obeyed and came closer, reaching over to put his own glass down as well. He now stood right before her, not sure of what she wanted and feeling more nervous than ever. She let him stand there for way longer than he would have wished for as she slowly looked over him, up and down. He felt a nervous jerk in his belly as her eyes slowly shifted from piercing and aggressive to a deep and alluring, almost charming, look. She seemed to relax a bit and wiggled a little to make herself comfortable in the seat. One forepaw reached out and grabbed her glass, taking another sip from it before looking over him again. Her soft curious gaze traced over his curves and outline time and time and again.

"Yes... yes, you'll do nicely..." she mumbled to herself.

"I'll do... what?" He leaned forward to hear her better. She looked up at him and grinned.

"I said, you'll do nicely."

"Nicely for what?" Rifty felt his nervousness rise again as the dragoness before him kept giving him some sort of amused wordless evaluation. Valcyrie slowly reached over and put her glass down again before just smiling up at him.

"Have you even been with a dragoness before? Properly, I mean."

"I... what?" Rifty was so stunned by the question he really didn't know what to say.

"My Queen, I-" he started, but Valcyrie cut him off.

"Your mate has been rather determined. She thinks it's about time you loosen up."

"M-my mate..?" He looked over at Valcyrie, confused and stunned.

"Yes, your mate. Wasn't Kara her name..?" Valcyrie looked up at him with a victorious smirk.

"Yes, Kara is my ma- ... wait, how do you know her name?" Rifty squinted at the Queen who's smirk was turning into a full grin. Valcyrie just reached over, grabbed the pitcher and poured his glass full again before pushing it back into his paw.

"Drink."

Rifty looked from side to side, trying to find a place to put the glass away. Valcyrie shook her head at him.

"No no, drink. From that cup, or this." At the end of the sentence, she moved one of her forepaws down and with a claw traced the outline of an almost invisible slit between her legs.

Rifty's heart stopped for a moment, then beat extra hard, and then stopped again. A cold knot of nervousness was forming in his belly. What was that? Was she serious? And how did she know about Kara, his sister? His eyes went wide as a storm of thoughts built up inside his head. This whole situation was absurd and couldn't be real. He decided to try and play stupid.

"I'm sorry, say again?"

Valcyrie grinned at him as her tail started to snake around - he could see the movements in the corner of his eye. He turned his head lightly to see the tip of her tail come snaking closer to his neck, and as it started to curl around him he cleared his throat.

"Ahem, m-my Q-Queen, I..."

He fell silent, closed his eyes and cleared his throat again as her tail gave a light squeeze around his throat. Then with a jerk he was pulled forward, nose to nose with the Queen. She was as beautiful as she was fierce, and he would lie if he said he had no attraction to her. In fact, ever since he first saw her he had found a strange admiration for the strong, muscly dragoness. It was a rare and exotic sight to see a female that was bigger and stronger than him; and the view of her stretching out in her chair before him had given a small stir in his loins. Now, he felt her breath blend with his own, their noses touching, her eyes looking over him. She nuzzled him softly and then cocked her head.

"Which... cup..?"

With his eyes still closed he reached out his foreleg, fumbling while trying to find the side table. Eventually the glass clinked against it and he slid it on top before opening his eyes again and looking back into hers. The gaze was softer now and so much more alluring. He could feel his cheeks burn with a blush as he looked down. Not only did he see the outline of her slit, but his own throbbing loins were causing the tip of his black shaft to slowly poke out, glistening with pre-cum already. It made him feel very awkward and he froze in position for a while before he felt a light tug from the tail around his neck. He let himself be pulled along, down to the floor in front of the throne, his head in perfect matching height with her nethers. He noticed that he was not the only one getting aroused, as her folds were now slightly more parted than before. Beneath the soft silver scales of her belly was something fleshy and pink. The folds glistened with her wetness and he could smell her pheromones very clearly. The unmistakable scent of a female in heat. He huffed and closed his eyes again, feeling his shaft give an excited throb as his growing need was fuelled by the wonderful scent. He couldn't help himself as he leaned forward, inhaled her scent deeply and shuddered with lust.

Meanwhile, Valcyrie was watching the little drake before her. She had to agree that he was very cute when he was nervous and didn't know how to handle her. And to see him almost have a meltdown at the sight of her nethers made her feel attractive, which was not only intoxicating but also exciting. Her eyes traced down his sides and down between his legs where a nice and tasty-looking black ridged shaft was throbbing excitedly. It was rather big, nice and girthy and she felt her nethers give an excited throb at the thought of having that slide inside her and fill her. But, one thing at a time. She watched instead how his nose got closer and closer to her partially open slit, inhaling her scent deeply before the tip of his nose brushed against the moist edge of her nethers. She blinked and shuddered at the touch and whispered to him.

"Go on...~"

Rifty heard the whisper and carefully nuzzled her folds. He still had his eyes closed, but could feel her squirm under him and hear the throne creak. Should he? A part of his brain was on fire, mad with desire and lust. Somewhere far in the back of his mind a reasonable voice tried to tell him to back off, that this was the wrong thing to do, that he had a job to do. But that voice was quickly silenced as he heard the Queen give a light gasp and buck her hips, pressing her folds against his snout. The moist lips left a streak of her nectar on his nose, just under the nostrils. The smell of heated dragoness filled his nose and he could feel his brain almost starting to run amok. He felt his dragonhood throb - it was so hard at this point that it was almost painful. With a needy groan he leaned forward and pushed his snout in between the warm, wet and absolutely heavenly folds. He snorted deeply, taking in her scent even more before nuzzling the folds and licking them. His tongue got quickly coated in her juices - the tangy taste felt wonderful and he licked even more. He felt the dragoness before him tense up and let out a shivering gasp as he did so, but no longer cared much. She smelled and tasted so good, he had never known a dragoness could be such a treat. His brain was running wild on hormones and he licked around and into her wet slit over and over again, purring and groaning into it, almost moaning. Meanwhile the dragoness curled her toes and squirmed, letting out a long shivering moan, coaxed out of her by his affections.

Suddenly something touched his shaft and he flinched. Opening his eyes he saw that her tail had curled around his shaft and was massaging it while slowly stroking it up and down. He felt himself throb hard and groaned in suppressed pleasure. The action caused him to leak large amounts of pre from the tip and he saw it slowly coat his shaft as well as her tail. Seeing his pre-cum stick to and spread over the dragoness's black scales was incredibly arousing and caused him to throb even harder, leaking even more pre. He suddenly got self-conscious and felt awkward, blinking and looking up at her to gauge her reaction. But there was no look of disgust on the dragoness face, instead she was staring out into thin air in the throne room, panting with her tongue lolling out. She was enjoying this just as much as he did it seems. Her beautiful black forked tongue flopped slowly up and down as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and shrinking visibly. He got curious now, wondering if he could find some really good spots with his newfound lover. He carefully grasped her tail and pushed it back towards the seat, spreading her warm wet folds a bit open. He could see the dark and pink wet tunnel that led into her clearly, and it was oozing with her juices. He tried licking the corners but not much changed. After that he tried licking in the middle and slipping his tongue into that dark tunnel of hers, and that she seemed to like! Her eyes widened and she panted heavily, huffing and moaning. He repeated the action several times and watched how she started to squirm in her seat, writhing as her muscles flexed. He tried to push his snout against her opening to reach deeper, and noticed her tense up and let out a soft eep. Curiously he cocked his head and looked up at her, gently pushing at different spots until he found it again. Pushing against and nuzzling the fold closest to her belly seemed to make her squirm a lot. Now with a grin on his face and some newly won confidence, he nudged and nuzzled along her fold while eagerly letting his tongue play inside her tunnel. That quickly set her off, and soon she was writhing in her seat, clawing so deep into the wood that splinters came off while her legs would occasionally kick around him, sometimes nudging him while she squealed and squeaked in the high notes. He had never heard a dragoness make such noises before, but he liked it. A lot. His shaft throbbed hard in the coils of her tail and almost made small shots of pre-cum a few inches into the air.

Rifty was outside time and space. Right now, there was nothing else in the world but him and the squirming dragoness. The feeling of her scales under his paws, her scent, her taste, her muscles moving under her hide, tensing and relaxing... he felt as if they were one, connected. She with him, and he with her. Tight together in a world of pleasure and mindless enjoyment. He had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been seconds or minutes, or even hours. But suddenly, the dragoness under him drew in a loud gasp followed by a strange wet noise as the air got stuck in her throat. Her maw opened and closed several times as she tried to get a sound out, but her body wouldn't let her. In the next moment a gush of her hot nectar flowed over his tongue and snout, spreading over his snout and forehead in a small squirt. Her folds clamped down around his tongue, squeezing and massaging it rhythmically. Her legs kicked and her forepaws clawed at the chair before her voice finally got free from its orgasming prison, and the throne room was filled with a long, loving howl of a pleased dragoness. She arched her back and tensed up as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, travelling along her spine and making her shudder. Her legs closed in and squeezed around his head before relaxing and spreading again, repeatedly. Then ever so slowly she started to relax, almost collapsing back in her throne, her tail slumping away from his throbbing shaft. She panted heavily and mewed softly. The fierce warrior queen was gone for the moment, and replaced with a soft and vulnerable lover. Riftly slowly pulled his snout and tongue away from her, looking up at her and couldn't help but smile. She was blissfully staring up into the roof for quite a while before she closed her eyes and started to calm her breathing. Then she slowly opened her eyes again and looked down at him, a much warmer smile on her lips this time. Her chest heaved up and down a few times with deep breaths before she spoke.

"Well done, diplomat. Very well done. Your Queen is very impressed with your... sharp tongue~"

She smirked at the end of that sentence, and Rifty could feel himself blush at the compliment. The queen cocked her head at him, surprised at his blush. Couldn't he even take a compliment properly? Who was it that Warfang had actually sent to her? She had expected and older dragon, perhaps not a bearded one but... not someone as inexperienced as a whelpling. On the other hand, he was kind of cute with his shyness and nervousness, and Valcyrie found herself actually having taken a liking to the little drake before her. "Ah, that's why." she thought to herself and blushed. "He's not a sturdy man, and that's the entire point. To be a cute lovable boy." She smirked as she had figured it out and her eyes went back to wander over him. Curious thoughts circulated in her head, wondering how far she could push the little drake, just how far she could bend him before he snapped. Her eyes got that hungry look again and she licked her lips as she looked at him, which made Rifty feel a sting of nervousness yet again.

"I... I only do what I can to please, my Queen. If it is my sharp tongue you desire, my sharp tongue you shall have."

He winked at her and tried to put on a cocky smile that in reality came out as a nervous foolish grin. Valcyrie chuckled, snorting through her nostrils and slowly sat back up in her throne, her gaze travelling down his body to the throbbing black shaft glistening with pre-cum. She couldn't help but let out a hungry purr at the sight, for she did love a good portion of cum over her tongue. She decided to take this one step further.

She slowly climbed out of her throne and came to stand over him. She carefully nudged him to roll over completely onto his back and he obeyed without any hesitation. His wide curious eyes looked up at the glittering silver underbelly of the mighty dragoness as she climbed over him until she stood right over him. He could see her pink wet nethers right above him and his cock throbbed yet again. She saw the throb and the glob of pre-cum that came with it. She purred hungrily and licked her lips yet again. It was time to get a taste of him in return. A shiver went through her body and resulted in a few droplets of her juices that fell from her folds and onto his snout. He blinked and huffed, wiggling a bit under her in excitement. She bent her legs and Rifty felt himself tremble with excitement as the nethers above him came closer and closer, until she pretty much sat down over his face. His nose was pushed in between her folds and he could feel the dragoness huff and shiver from the sensation before she started to grind against it. It took him a moment to realize that she was riding his face almost like she would ride a cock, and the thought made him blush heavily. His nose and tongue was filled with her scent and flavour yet again, and he reached his forepaws up to hold her hips while he eagerly lapped at her folds. Then suddenly he felt something very wet and warm surround his shaft. It gave a powerful throb in response and he felt himself groan into her folds. At first he was a bit confused, but then he realized that the dragoness must have closed her maw around his shaft. Instinctively he started to buck his hips, letting out small soft moans as he felt his shaft slide in and out between her lips and glide against her tongue. He felt himself throb hard inside her maw and knew that he was not going to last long. Her lips were so tight around the shaft, yet her maw so wide and slick, her tongue so soft. It was an absolutely wonderful combination and he wanted to beg her to please never stop. Right now there was nothing he wanted more than the dragoness' maw around his cock, caring for him and milking him of cum. He saw before him mental images of his cock shooting big spurts of white hot cum all over that black tongue and could almost hear the greedy gulping sounds of the dragoness swallowing his load. He throbbed hard and whimpered, already nearing the edge. However she seemed to notice that and started to go very slow and gently with him, dragging it out. For a moment he found himself pulling away from her folds to whimper and beg her.

"Please... please... keep going, keep going I-mmph."

He was once more silenced as the dragoness sat down harder over his maw. He whined in protest but kept licking those heavenly folds that tasted even sweeter now after her orgasm. She sucked him ever so slowly, her maw vibrating with her purrs as she tasted his pre-cum. It was salty and very tasty and, different from many dragonesses, she actually liked the flavour. But as she let her tongue explore the ridges of the girthy shaft she couldn't help but imagine how amazing it would feel to have that shaft enter her, pound her from behind and fill her. She snorted lustily and her nethers throbbed hard around his tongue as a result. The taste and scent of his pre-cum filled her mind with his musk and hormones, much like her nectar had done to him, and it started to drive her insanely horny. Old instincts started to wake up to life inside the feral, instincts of a desire to breed. Her nethers started to throb needily and opened up even more than before. With a lusty grunt she pushed hard against him and then gasped around his shaft as his nose actually slipped inside. Rifty in the meantime suddenly felt the tightness around his nose and that he could no longer breathe. He blushed hard and started to wiggle as the dragoness groaned needily and ground a few times against his snout before lifting herself up. He gasped for breath and then eeped as a series of droplets fell from her folds and onto his chest. She was literally dripping wet at this point. His eyes travelled from her slit up her belly and chest until he saw her head. She ever so slowly withdrew from his cock and turned to look at him. Her eyes were glowing with an insatiable hunger, she was panting and saliva dripped from her maw and onto his cock. Seeing her so horny for him was incredibly arousing yet he knew that mounting her and cumming inside her was probably a bad idea. How would he explain that to the council back home? "Yes, negotiations went fine and also, the Queen is now carrying my eggs." He figured that his career would be short-lived after that, yet there was nothing he desired more right now than to mount that dripping dragoness, rut her, claw at her, claim her as his and fill her to the brim. He laid there panting and looking up at her for a few moments as she stood over him on shaky legs, panting and looking at him. And then she spoke.

"I want you to mount me. I want you to take me, right here, right now. Rut me like a real drake and I'll sign any deal you came to close with me."

Rifty felt his heart throb and almost stop for a moment in his chest as he looked up at her with a mixture of nervousness and mad lust.

"M-my Queen, wouldn't that be really damaging for relations? If you take the seed of the envoy and get eggs...that should be a job for royal marriage, not a diplomat."

She breathed heavily for a while, then shook her head.

"I don't care. I want you to take me. Now."

"But my Queen, I ca-"

"Now!" she cut him off. Rifty swallowed hard hearing the sudden demand in her tone. Did he dare deny her? If he did, he would risk the deal. If he didn't he'd secure the deal but most likely get fired. He looked down between his legs at his throbbing cock.

"My Queen, if I do, I don't think I can last very lo-"

"Now!"

This time, she ended the word with a snarl and Rifty no longer dared deny her. With his heart in his throat, beating so hard he thought it was going to burst out of his chest, he slowly got onto his feet again.

The black dragoness stood before him, her tail raised, her entrance fully exposed and wet, dripping onto the floor with desire. Her rear was plump, round and absolutely lovely to grab and hold on to. He slowly came up behind her and placed his forepaws on her hind, massaging it a little. As she gasped and groaned needily, as scared as he was, he climbed up onto her back, feeling her tail push against his belly and chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her nethers even before he entered them. He stood like that for a moment, his forepaws on her shoulders, his hindpaws on the ground, his throbbing shaft inches away from mutual bliss. This was it, all or nothing. He swallowed hard, closed his eyes and bucked his hips. He instantly felt his tip slid against something wet, warm and slippery that guided him upwards and inwards. The warmth soon surrounded his tip and it felt wonderful, wet, slick and tight like a silk glove. He grunted in pleasure, took a shaky step forward so that his hips pushed against her rear and rolled them. With a wet slurping sound he felt his shaft enter her and slide in deep. Ridge after ridge spread her entrance and he heard the dragoness gasp and whimper softly. He opened his eyes and looked over her. It actually took him a while to realize that he was actually mounting a dragoness for the very first time. He huffed and blushed at that, but also couldn't help but smile as he saw her pleased expression. She had longed for cock for quite a while it seemed. He was shaking slightly still when he leaned in, nuzzled over her neck and his heart throbbed as he saw that she stretched it out to expose it for him. That was it, that was the sign. She was his, his to mate, his to fill with cum. With a purring growl he reached down, opened his jaws wide and bit down around her neck. She gasped and squirmed a bit under him at the bite which made his shaft throb with excitement. Half of what he did was instinct, half exploration. He tried tugging slightly at her and realized that he could indeed control her as she would follow his movements. With a lusty growl he pushed her downwards until her chest laid against the ground with her rump up high, and then he started.

First he pulled out and felt the ness shudder under him, then he rolled his hips and pushed himself back in. Ridge after ridge, deep into the ness who opened her maw and howl-moaned out her pleasure. His ridges gave a wonderful tugging feeling on her nethers as they let her entrance spread and tighten back up between each and every one of them. He snarled into the neckbite he had on her, found a good angle and started to thrust hard. Loud wet slaps and slurps were mixed with his pleased grunts and her moaning howls as he took her, right in front of her own throne. Eggs or not, he no longer cared. This dragoness was his now, his to mate, his to fill. And fill her he would, he was already close. Apparently, so was she. Mere moments later he felt her throb hard around his shaft as she squealed and squirmed under him, writhing and clawing at the ground. The royal red carpet was quickly turned into shreds under her claws. Being inside an orgasming dragoness was the best feeling he had ever felt. She was so tight, yet so slippery. Her nethers were twitching around him and massaging his shaft in a way that nothing or no one had ever done before. It felt as if he was getting milked. He grunted, growled and buried his claws in her hips.

"I'm... I'm gonna..." he tried to stutter out through gritted teeth, but the rest turned into a loud, lustful growl. The relief was wonderful as he finally came. He felt himself throb so hard that his cock jumped inside her, shooting rope after rope of hot white cum deep into her nethers. He kept pounding her all the while, opening his maw and letting go of her neck as his growl turned into a roar. Hard deep thrusts into the orgasming ness under him, over and over again he slammed himself against her rear.

Since she had edged him for such a long while before, his load was huge, and powerful. She squealed as she could feel the jets of cum shooting off inside her and start to fill her up. As her orgasm slowly died down her legs started to shake and she could feel how small streams of his cum had started to leak out of her and was now dribbling down her thighs. Rifty slowly came to a halt and his senses caught up with him and he realized where he was and what he was doing. He blushed hard and looked down and saw his cum slowly seep out of her nethers and down her thighs. He stood still for a long while, feeling his heart pound in his chest. It felt awkward, yet good. Since he was inside her anyway, he leaned in over her and let himself slip in all the way until he hilted inside her, panting happily over her neck that now had bitemarks. Soft little meeps and mews came from the dragoness under him who slowly lifted her head to look back up at him with a very content smile.

"Mmh, w-well done, my little Envoy~"

"Gods... that was wonderful. You're mine now, my Queen...~"

He wiggled his hips triumphantly, making his shaft slide around inside her, causing her to let out a few gasping moans before she could reply.

"I think rather, that you are mine~"

He cocked his head at her.

"What do you mean? I took you, claimed you..."

She smirked at him and wiggled her hips, causing his shaft to slide around inside her again and make him gasp and shudder.

"After I commanded you to. You're exactly where I wanted you~"

Rifty just looked at her for a long while, feeling a burning blush spread over his cheeks.

"Now..." the Queen licked one of her claws and reached over to the side table, pulling up a piece of parchment. "... I do believe I have a deal to sign."

Rifty could only watch her and blush. A little while later once his shaft started to grow soft and recede did he pull out and came to lay down next to the Queen on what remained of the carpet. He looked up at her with a bit of a worried gaze for what he was about to ask.

"So, uh... question... Kara?"

The Queen looked at him and grinned.

"Oh, she cares about you, a lot. We've met before."

"You've... met my mate..?"

"Oh yes, several times in fact. We stumbled upon each other while hunting and just happened to get along well."

Rifty only looked at the Queen, swallowing and blinking.

"She really thought it was about time that you met a proper dragoness. Someone who could pull you out of your comfort zone, if you will." the Queen continued. "She told me a lot about you and then asked a favour. And since you seemed to be a nice dragon, I agreed to meet with you."

"Hold up." Rifty blinked and held up a paw. "Are you saying that all of this is staged?"

"Not all of it. Just our first meeting. I know who you were all along, and what to do with you. I just wanted to see how far I could make Warfang's best diplomat bend to my will."

Rifty didn't answer, but he felt himself turn scarlet with blush as he looked up at her. She grinned back at him and flicked her tail playfully.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything about our... private discussions of diplomacy. However, I will praise your sweetness and personal touch."

"Y-you will commend me?"

"Yes."

Rifty was silent for a while, watching the queen dip her claws into ink and scribbling down her letter of agreement to a very lucrative trade deal.

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The next day when Rifty arrived back in Warfang, he was welcomed and celebrated as a hero. His servants had thrown him long looks, clearly suspecting what had taken place, but none had said a word. When the Treasure Master looked through the letter later that evening he could barely believe his eyes. He looked up from the letter and focused his eyes on Rifty.

"My boy... how did you manage to secure a deal like this?"

"I, uh... I managed to strike the Queen's heartstrings." he stammered. "She found me charming, I think."

"Very well!" The treasure master reached for a clean piece of parchment and the inkwell. "I shall instantly formulate a new letter to the Queen, including more exclusive and expensive trading goods as well as military cooperation. I want you to fly back with this to her already by the weekend."

"Y-you want me to go back there..?"

"Well yes, of course! She likes you, and it's imperative that we establish a very good contact with her! We cannot let this opportunity go to waste. You will likely have to stay there for a while."

Rifty didn't say anything more, but blushed so hard his scales almost turned scarlet. "So this is why she commended me." he thought, and blushed even harder. Not that he would mind.