Adept Paws 5.5: Royal Courting

Story by Tempo on SoFurry

, , , , , , , , , , ,

#7 of Adept Paws

Away from the prying eyes of the nobility, the king and court mage bask in the radiance of each other's love.


Adept Paws - The Court Dragon by Tempe O'Kun


Alaster and Ammy

Morning light frosted Amethyst's scales, illuminating the delicate intricacies of their pattern. The king crawled up her long form with a smile, straddling her middle, knees below her wings. Her paw settled on his hip, rubbing the fine cloth over his flank. With his royal tail beating between her knees, he reached down and lifted the dragon's chin for a kiss.

The warmth of his muzzle lingered against the chill of the winter morn. His kisses ranged from snout to brow, then down her neck, coaxing her back down to the silken sheets with him.

She writhed in happiness under his affection. "My good king, isn't the court waiting for you?"

"And they shall continue to wait." He stroked tender paws over her wing pectorals. "The benefit of being king."

"Taking advantage of your position?" Powerful claws stroked his ears, heavy tail slithering over the bedspread, proud horns placed with care atop the pillow.

"I'd much rather take advantage of this one." He rubbed his body along hers and nibbled at her heavy neck scales.

"You didn't get enough of me last night?" Her armored chin rested on his silk-clad shoulder. He'd always thought silk too ostentatious, until she let slip she liked the feel of it on her scales. Now his sheets and most of his clothes were made of it.

"Not last nor any night." He licked along the tender edges of her wing membranes.

The dragon laughed, tickled. "Release me, you cad! Your country needs its king, not to mention its court mage."

The shepherd kissed his way up her wing, feeling the tender give of her flesh. "Such dedication, even in the face of distress."

Her laugh echoed through the chambers, her toes curling. "Be careful, my king; lest you find yourself unclothed again."

~ ~ ~

_The court filled around an empty throne. Various important persons ambled about, their cool chatting wisping through the hall like the anxious hush of dried leaves.

"He's late again. And I'll bet you any weight of coin he'll come in bouncing." The cougar courtier clawed at her lacy collar. "Do we have any idea who she is?"

A silk-swathed fox covered his gossiping glee with a dainty paw. "I'm telling you, it's the court mage. They always vanish at the same time"_

"What, Amethyst? He'd get frostbite."

"Tell me about it." A giraffe leaned in, a yard of scarf dangling from his neck. "I let it slip to a certain white wolf court mage that we'd be grateful for any magical assistance in uncovering the king's new 'pastime.' The look she gave me cost me a few heartbeats."

The feline scoffed. "What did you expect?"

The giraffe shrugged, a movement traveling in a wave up his frame. "I thought maybe she'd be curious too."

The fox's grin gleamed, eyes innocent."Or involved..."

"Are you kidding?" The cougar balanced between a growl and a chuckle. "The only thing she's ever spread is a dusty old book. Probably the only thing that gets her blood pumping too."

"Tolfdir swore he saw her laugh once." A delicate giraffe tongue snaked out to pluck a leaf from one of the decorative plants. "Says it was the king that did it."

"This only confirms what I've been saying. And look at the situation we have here: whenever he's late, so is she."

The cat shone a smile of poise at a passing group of noble dogs, who returned it with a nod and wag. As they drifted on, the feline's expression sharpened like claws down a drape. "That doesn't mean anything. She's probably trying to get him up."

The fox snickered.

~ ~ ~

Amethyst stroked the king's member with tender interest. Powerful digits worked the skin and fur of his sheath back and forth over his developing knot. Her scaled lips suckled his tip, feeling it grow and stiffen along her tongue. Mammals' blood ran hot, she knew, but never had it been so vivid in her mind until she first laid lips on her noble canine.

Her more delicate wolf form lacked the horns that had spelled doom for more than a few of the Citadel's sheets and pillows, sure, but a dragon's tongue is more prehensile than a canid's. The purple dragoness reveled in this face as she looked up at her lover, swirling her tongue around him whenever she desired him to gasp her name.

Alaster's paws gripped ebony horns; the brindled shepherd moaning in bliss as a long dragon tongue wrapped his shaft in rapture. The mighty dragon bobbed her head on his canine length, lips just suckling his tip as her tongue displayed its talents. And people thought spells were the only sort of magic she was capable of.

The tapered tip of her tongue slipped over the slopes of his knot to play with the sensitive flesh just under his sheath. Coiling one way, then the other, the bulk of her tongue swirled this way and that around his shaft in sloppy, slick pleasure.

Her heavy-clawed front paws freed his balls from his trousers with gentle regard. They massaged that furred sac, paying special attention to where it joined his body, rubbing around the base of his sheath. Those claws searched under his shirt, searching out his erogenous zones as she would peruse an arcane text. Pleasuring him felt more natural in this form. She knew what this body could do.

The bridled dog leaned forward, tail curling tight against his body. She knew well what that sign portended. Redoubling her licks, she curled her tongue in a tight twirl behind his knot, jerking it in time with the thin dribbles against her teeth.

Panting now, the royal canine stroked his paw pads along the nape of her long neck. Each breath carried desperate invocations of his lover's name.

His sac tensed in her paw, his erection jerking between her lips, the first shot of thick seed spurting into her wide and waiting maw. The dragon mage lowered her head, angling him down to avoid any stray squirts staining the royal vestments.

With a whine of joy, he shot another surge of heavy canine cream into the dragon's mouth. She let it pool around the base of her tongue, while the length of it writhed around the root of his knot, eliciting another, harder spurt.

Amethyst closed her eyes, savoring his flavor, his heat against the roof of her mouth.

Another spurt. Her claws scratched through his back fur, which arched toward her. Her scaled lips closed around his trembling tip, sucking it for dribbles of this delightful dog.

Alaster stroked the bases of her horns, heart racing after his breath as he eased back against the bed.

She unwound from him, drawing free. A moment passed with his royal length hanging in the cold air. His eyes opened to find illusion weaving around her: a dragon in wolf's clothing once more.

She stood. Balancing on two legs instead of four still felt less stable, even with years of practice. How did female mammals not go mad from soft fur tickling one's slit, one's nipples as one walked? Granted, she didn't mind Alaster's fur there...

The dragon set aside these idle thoughts. At the moment, the royal court waited and here the king lay in an unfit state.

Her nimble white paws restored his trousers to propriety as violet eyes gleamed a smile. Those crystal-sure eyes shone as twin islands of her essence, her true self locked away in a place only he knew to look for. She reveled in the knowledge he appreciated what she truly was, rather than her white-pelted disguise.

Her tongue, now slim and supple, traced the last of his seed from her lips. Her tail slithered a wag across the sheets. "I hope now you'll be able to attend court without distraction."

With heroic effort, he sat up to take her paw. Drawing the white wolf onto the bed beside him, his paws exploring her pristine fur. "Not quite..." Gently, gently, he spread her thighs, exposing the delicate pink of her womanly flesh.

Amethyst shivered in pleasure as his tongue began delving into her. She reclined atop the silken sheets, basking in the heat his tongue stirred in her delicate mammalian folds. A smile danced across her smooth canine lips.

Perhaps this form had its advantages.


When Slate gave me this awesome piece as a Christmas present, the genuine emotion in it immediately inspired me to write a new chapter of AP (even with all the other stories I was writing at the time!)

Editing: avatar?user=16850&character=0&clevel=2, Sillyneko345, Darkdragon452

Art: :iconslatedragon: - Go look at his art. Seriously.

Let me know what you think!

~Tempo